Mel Marshall: Two-way sisters

"I'm going to get you off but good," Dianne said. "I'm going to touch you like nobody's touched you before." Her hand moved to close over Bobbi's crotch, the heel of her hand pressing inward an her pussy.

"Ooohhh, yes," Bobbi whimpered. "Make me come, make me come good!"

"Yeah, make her came big!" Ron exclaimed. "And after you're done, I'm gonna fuck both of you."

"But I don't like prick," Bobbi laughed dreamily.

"Don't, worry, honey. As soon as you get that fine young pussy of yours wrapped around mine, you'll like it." Ron's eyes gleamed in excitement over his own words.

It seemed odd to her that she could think about cocks like this and get so excruciatingly excited. The idea of a half-foot of thick, rigid cock jamming itself into her did not appeal to her.

Her fantasy had dissolved away, but the driving need of her body to find its release remained. Her hand moved down to touch the milky insides of her thighs. Oh, it felt so good! Spreading her legs and bending her knees, she let her hand drift up to where the elastic lightly gripped the top of her thigh. She traced the line the band made, beginning at her hips, going downward beside the concealed forest of her pubic hair, and finally stopping to caress one exposed cheek of her ass. Sweet thrills shot along her thighs. The events of the day, her rising excitement, her fantasy, and most of all the sensual capacity of her young body were combining to push her toward a super big orgasm.

She opened her eyes and peered down between the peaks of her titties to her crotch. There was something tremendously exciting about playing with herself with her shorts still on. There was no danger of her touching herself too much and too fast, sending her directly into a gut-wrenching orgasm before she was totally ready. The cloth muffled the strength of her touches so that they became sweet promises of the ultimate pleasure to come.

She stopped moving her hand for a moment, enjoying the sight of the hairs which now peeked out from under her bikini-style bottoms. Then she placed the edge of her hand directly over her tensing crotch and pushed slowly and evenly. She felt her pussy spread apart at the pressure, the lips peeling apart. She slid her hand up and down along the slit slowly. The thin material moistened gradually with the cuntal juices which were welling up from deep within her.

As exciting as such self-induced enjoyment was to her, she knew that it would be so much more fun to come with somebody. She closed her eyes again, intent on the idea which was forming in her mind.

She imagined that Dianne was sucking her demure little cunt, sucking like Dave had that one night not so long ago. She could imagine her sister's dirty tongue lingering in her humid silt, licking her up and down, back and forth, nudging her hot clitoris to heat. She would make it hard, so hard, make it stand up and quiver. Just as it was doing now!

Bobbi's hand left its place on her crotch and dove down underneath the resisting fabric. Her fingers first encountered the hair there and stoked it. By stretching her arm just a little, she forced her fingers further until they found the tumescent flesh of her vulva. She moved them up and down, spreading the cunt-juice over the whole area. Then she began to concentrate on her rapidly growing clit exclusively, bringing her to a sparkling new height of passion. Every time she felt like she was just about to let loose and come, she stopped. But with such intense stimulation, her control would not hold up much longer.

She stopped to rest on the crest of one of these waves. God, she thought, what if it were Dianne's tongue instead of my finger! It would be so incredible!

Bobbi looked down again, noting the dark patch of wetness that had spread on her briefs. Yes, it was almost time, but just a little bit more of this to set her up right for the big moment. So thinking, she lifted her midsection enough to slip the bottoms down over her thighs. She lifted her legs so that the briefs could be taken off entirely and put aside. Her knees pressed into her breasts, and she felt the hard knobs of her nipples bore into her. A little breath of air washed over her sweaty buttocks and her uptilted cunt, which now was pointed up at the ceiling.

With one hand she spread the lips, finding the opening of the churning orifice with the other. Yes, this was one of the best parts. Her virgin hole was not much bigger than her asshole. She teased at the cuntal opening with a slick finger. Her fingertip revolved around her maidenhead, feeling all the folds in the unbroken membrane. There were plenty of sex nerves there, all prepared to be stimulated.

Bobbi licked her lips. Then, her body tense in anticipation, she inserted her finger into the tiny slot up to the first knuckle. She felt the channel nip and close, as if rejecting her finger. Then she managed to relax slightly and she pushed her finger a little further in.

She hadn't moved any more than she could help, but the added stimulation brought the first tinglings of her impending climax. She withdrew her finger and hands from their positions, now lighting the wonderful feelings that she had been encouraging only a few seconds before. She had almost ruined it by getting too close to her carefully engineered orgasm! She didn't want to waste it here, like this.

Now for the real fun, she thought.

She swung her legs over the edge of the couch, got up and made a beeline for the bathroom. Her tits jiggled proudly in the late afternoon light.

She reached the bathroom and tied up her hair, leaving it piled up on top of her head in a careless heap. Then she bent over the tub and turned on the water, impatiently adjusting the handles until the water was just the right temperature. She stood and checked her hair once more to make sure it wouldn't get wet, and noticed in the mirror the little flecks of moisture that oozed in the furry triangle between her legs.

She climbed into the tub and turned the middle knob from "tub" to "shower". As she took the hand-held shower head from its hook on the wall, cold water coughed out and sprayed her. It chilled her and made her almost-bursting nipples stand out even straighter. It was painful momentarily until the water warmed up enough to ease their throbbing tightness.

Ahhhh, that's better, she thought. As the cold left her, she felt again the insistent waves her cunt was, throwing out through her. The warm droplets teased and fondled her breasts, her midriff, her back and shoulders. She relaxed under the warm, steady stream. But the tight knot within her still demanded to be satisfied.

Bracing herself against the cool tile of the wall beside her, she hiked up her leg so that her foot rested on the edge of the bathtub. Her pussy was now open. She adjusted the spray to get a sharp, hard flow of water which came together about six inches from the spout. It stung her skin as it came out.

Carefully, very carefully, she moved the nozzle, directing the jetting water directly onto her protruding clit. Her burning loins moved almost imperceptibly, her hips jerked. The thrills sweetened, focusing to a clear point of almost unbearable pleasure.

Oh yes, that's the way! Come on! I've waited and waited for this! Now, now! It's going down my legs, into my titties, shooting along my ass and into my whole body… oh, ohhh, ooohhh, yes, now, now, please, now! Come big, you sweet little thing… now, now, yes, YES! NOW!

The stinging water pounded at her. Her body jerked as the first electrifying jolt struck her. Her nipples hardened, her belly tightened, and her cunt spasmed. But the nozzle did not waver. Her head was spinning from her first come. Sweetly, she felt another building up. She jerked again as it overtook her. Then another, and another. She lost count, trying only to throw herself into each climax as it came.