Chapter 9
"I didn't tell her," Wendy whispered when his sister excused herself from the lunch to go to the bathroom. A week had passed and he hadn't heard from Wendy; he had been too uncertain to call her. All he knew was that Jill had talked to the girl and Wendy had agreed to go to bed with her employer and her employer's brother. "She says she thinks incest is groovy," Jill reported to Christopher. "She says she wishes she had brothers of her own." At that Christopher's heart literally skipped a beat.
After she had advised him that she had not told his sister (of their previous tryst), Wendy said nothing more until Jill returned. She rose to clear the table of dirty lunch dishes and Jill laughed. "You don't have to play housekeeper today-wouldn't that be silly, though?" Wendy blushed, though Chris doubted whether the blush had to do with sex; he suspected that instead it resulted from the awkwardness of intimacy with her employer.
"Well, what do you two think about going to bed?" Jill was smiling like a proper hostess, but Christopher felt uneasy. He looked at Wendy, though, who had risen once again from her seat and seemed anxious to get on with it
Within minutes he found himself undressing in the master bedroom, watching both women-at different sides of the bed-removing their clothing. Their bodies were more similar than he had realized, though Wendy seemed larger because she was a blonde. The girl had been wearing faded jeans and a pale pink man's shirt that draped her braless breasts magnificently. The peach-colored tits blended nicely with the color of the fabric. She wore bikini-type panties, white and so thin that they seemed transparent; the thick pubic hair stood out in the vee of the garment like so many fine engravings. When she pulled the panties down past her knees the wool caught a glint of sunlight that made it look almost red. Her labia were thick and purplish-while his sister's were more raw-pink-and they were so obviously distended he could see them across the room when she lifted her leg to climb on the large king-sized bed.
As if to make her disrobing more spectacular, Jill had today perversely decided to wear a bra. Coincidentally its color was the same light shade of pink as Wendy's top. Her tits had already come to small, sharp peaks in the centers of the cups. She walked across the bedroom in her bra and panties with panty-hose and offered her back to Christopher's hands which in the excitement of the moment trembled slightly as he moved his fingers to release her from her bondage. He wanted to run the fingertips along the sides of the jugs, but he was diverted by the way Wendy, already nude and on the bed, had spread her legs wide, exposing her soft, hairy slot.
Perhaps Jill's pride was hurt, but in any case she stepped forward and out of her brother's reach, wiggling her butt cheeks beneath her pantyhose as she drew nearer to the bed. She stood at the corner of the bed and peeled the undergarment off from the waist down. The hose had been dark green, so the sweet, pale flesh came as almost a surprise as she made herself totally naked. Christopher watched Wendy, who in turn was watching his sister with a concentration that didn't seem platonic.
The shades had been drawn on the room and as a result the air was cool, though the room was still light. Christopher sighed deeply as he stared at the bed where two naked women-one of them his sister-awaited him. His naked prick stood straight up and out from the root of his belly. His scrotum seemed small underneath it, but the balls swelled with excitement.
He walked over to the bed, conscious that the eyes of both women were on the symbol of his sex. He mounted the mattress from the side of the bed on which his sister lay supine, but the women had instinctively left a space for him in the middle of the bed and he pushed over his sibling's nude flesh, just barely touching his fingertips to Wendy's side and then sprung on to his back. He hardly knew what to do next; to touch one woman first might be an offense to the other.
Wendy solved the problem for him by diving for his cock with her mouth. The first thing Chris felt was her tongue over the slit of his cock's head; the sensation was like an ice cube on the area. Her breath was fast and heavy; sucking him off obviously excited her. She pulled on the foreskin and beat at the organ gently.
Jill was not to be outdone by her housekeeper. She pushed herself further down the long wide bed on her knees and took possession of the sac with her tongue. The inflated almonds brushed each other inside the skin as she stroked them; the tip of her tongue even threatened the start of his anus, but he, under the assault of two skillful tongues, had so stiffened his body that his cheeks were clenched together.
At the same time Jill was massaging her brother's strong thighs which were now coated with the sweat of over stimulation. Wendy had crunched her limbs together so that she drilled her folded body to Chris' sides as she blew him. Jill had never slept with a woman, but she could not help but notice how attractive Wendy's young ass was, the way it pushed up into the air.
For the moment she cast these thoughts aside and wondered what she could do for her own satisfaction while Chris lay there so passive and Wendy's mouth kept revolving on his tube. She pushed up on her palms and stood on her knees, crotch wide open as her legs were spread, and then she drew the sole of her brother's foot to her beaver. She grabbed his big toe and bore down hard on her clitoris. Chris, shocked by the touch of her pussy, raised his head off the bed and stared in disbelief as his sister's groin hovered over his foot. She moved her hips and pelvis and in a moment he felt the toe inside her, and in another second it was being rubbed over her beaver, the lips of the genitalia now slimy-slick with lubrication.
When Wendy took her mouth off his penis the organ was dripping wet, and her warm" breath hit it like a cold wind. She closed her fist around the stiff member and yanked on the skin; her grip was tight. He wondered if she had any idea how close to coming he was just as she opened her fingers and let the instrument loose. She struck the flatter side of the dong with her thumb and she rolled the nailed tip side to side over the sensitive skin.
Christopher opened his eyes to see his sister spread-eagled and writhing over the poor stump of his toe. The split was greasy with female juices. Her breasts bounced delightfully as she paced herself over the small bone. But Wendy's face drew away from his pecker and Chris wondered what she would do next.
She crawled on her knees to the head of the mattress, where his own skull lay on a soft pillow. Her crotch almost touched the pillow with the ends of the curly bush hairs. She jutted her stomach forward and tickled the boy's cheek with the tiny jungle and her own finger flicked the clit button and pushed it away from the hanging folds.
Her palm pressed to the side of his face and pulled him toward her. She lifted her leg over his neck and then sank down on his lips which parted immediately. His tongue worked energetically at the outside of her pussy, concentrating on the fleshy bead that seemed to grow bigger with each thirsty stroke.
It was as though she were dunking her body on the axis of Chris' chin and mouth. His jaw was already oily with the sauce from her privates and his nostrils were filled with the salt-sour odor of cunt. For variety he pushed his forefinger up the gash and wiggled it within, stretching the opening from the outside wide enough so his tongue could enter with it
His sister now sat on her ass with her legs sprawled outside Chris'; the whole sole of his long, narrow foot was drilled to her pud. She held him by the ankle and forced her body tightly to his. He began to get into the spirit and so he flexed his smaller toes along the clitoral ridge. The surface layer of cunt was hot and damp. Jill's heavy boobs lay on her chest, moving langurously as she inhaled and exhaled deeply. The areolas were taut and their color apparently a darker red as the tiny grains inside the circles erected.
The orgasm that had come so close when Wendy was sucking him off was now forestalled and Chris felt no fear that by signaling that he wanted satisfaction of some kind that he would come too soon and end the three-way tangle. He arched his spine and thrust his naked belly up in the air, the cock pressing on ahead of it like a beacon. In response Jill pushed up off his now moist foot and sidled up his left leg, her twat hairs meshing with the shorter hairs that covered his limb. She had already reached for his organ; she rolled the prick forward from its natural angle of erection, then kneaded the soft scrotal skin.
Chris could not tell for sure, but he guessed, as Wendy rose up off his mouth, her pubic hair soggy with his tonguing, that the girl was sexually competitive; that she wished to show she could do as much to get him off as his older sister could. But she could not resist the impulse to squat down for a brief few moments to collect the last of his efficient cunnilingus like a sleeper who silences his alarm clock and steals a few extra moments of rest. He rewarded her anxiousness by covering his teeth with his lips and then sucking in on the bloated clitoris. She cupped her hands 'round the back of his skull and lifted his head from the pillow. He felt his mouth being welded to her vagina as she came down for her climax.
Her sex pimple was almost electric to the touch of his lips. Her fingernails scratched his scalp as her whole body shook. "Uh-uh-uh!" she groaned, seeming to squeeze the sounds out of her diaphragm as the inside of the twat muscle quivered with moist relief and she stroked the outside of the pussy over the lower part of the boy's face. To maximize her satisfaction, Christopher had the presence of mine to reach up for her creamy jugs. His hands opened and shoved the soft tissue back against her chest and the tits stiffened in his palms. He held her like this, fast and stationary, while the lower half of her body twisted and squirmed. She leaned to the side on her waist and her mouth was open wide as the satisfaction filled her soaking snatch.
Meanwhile his sister had balanced her body above his upright prick and she was re-moistening the dome with the ooze from her vaginal lips. She rubbed the side of the cock with her wrist, gently, and the instrument twitched as a new surge of blood poured through it.
She held the cock firmly to her hole and swiveled down it until their hairs twisted together and none of the stalk itself was left outside. Her flesh was warm on his and he thrust out one hip bone and then the other, trying to move himself inside the slot even though he was fully planted. The pressure teased her walls and Jill accelerated her stroking of the tool.
Wendy had rolled to the side of the bed to rest herself in the wake of her climax which had broken her taut-muscled poise and left her flaccid and passive on the mattress, inches away from the copulating brother and sister. It did not take long, however, for her to revive and want to take part
This time, however, she would center her lust on the woman, and it would be her aim to give rather than to take pleasure. Jill had never told her, of course, that she would like to make it with her, another woman, but Wendy had assumed that lesbian love making had been included on the agenda for this afternoon's tryst.
Leaning forward on her left hand and resting her weight on her haunches, heels touching naked ass, Wendy opened her hand and let. her palm slide over Jill's right breast. The nipple had been partly stiff before, but it grew harder still as she rolled her fingertips over it. The older woman's eyes had been drawn shut, but they opened now in wide surprise. Jill had considered the possibilities of making love to her young housekeeper, but she had let her decision lapse until she was actually in the situation. Now commitment could no longer be postponed.
Yet she realized that the way the situation had been set up had made the decision for her. She could not-did not want-to break her own rhythm as she sat aside her brother, pumping furiously at his dork. And, curiously, a woman's touch seemed not that much different than that of a male, except that it was softer, smoother.
So she let the hand clutch her breast, and she sighed as her tits stiffened and swelled. The girl's other hand stroked her stomach, just below the breasts, and a long, sharp nail tickled the inside of her navel. She braced herself for the inevitable when Wendy's fingers would move even lower, to explore the external genitalia.
When the contact came it was more perfect than Jill could have believed. The single fingertip brushed her labia, distended around the inserted prick like satin on satin. Some of the thick fluid moved under the crown of the young girl's fingernail and Wendy circled the head of her love clit until two fingers came together around it and pulled it from the mesh of pubic hair and cunt flesh. Jill's insides opened around her brother's meat and the sensation was so intense she almost felt sick. But that passed in a moment and her vagina closed around the penis he was sending stiffly up and down that chute. His strokes had become simpler and blunter, short stiff jabs at her greased interior. She, with the impetus of these strange, soft hands on her body, twisted around the cock. Her body rotated around it; when it pushed against one part of the ring of twat muscle, the other was loose and felt empty. In the next moment, however, swinging wild, she corrected that need.
Eagerly, Chris' hands played with Wendy's ass cheeks, inches away from his side. They seemed waiting to be touched and indeed the girl rolled them appealingly while he massaged the fatty tissue. He took one globe in each hand and squeezed the plushiness until they blushed deep pink under and around his fingers and then he yanked the cheeks apart, disclosing a shaded alleyway that ended in a knot of pink sphincter. He thought of moving his mouth toward the ass, but the feel of his sister's pussy riveted to his member made him lazy and greedy for his own pleasure.
Wendy raised her leg while the boy surveyed the whole arch of her sex, following the hair with a glance under her spread legs to where the buttocks converged. In a moment those cheeks and her own cunt obscured Chris' vision, for she had come down for a second round of cunt sucking.
He obliged her, though this time his technique was somewhat different. He was rougher, for one thing; he couldn't spare the time to slowly whip her to a froth with his tongue. His own orgasm was coming up too quick, and the waves of come spurting from his Vermillion penis tip would inevitably distract him from her cunt when she would need the sucking most. So he let his lips pull up and he grazed the enamel surfaces over the pouting skin folds. He opened his mouth wide and let the tongue's tip press on the net of hair. He dug his head into his pillow as he pulled on the hole from either side so that the vagina gaped open.
The two women were facing each other as they "rode" Christopher's body. Wendy reached forward and continued her caresses of Jill's soft boobs. Jill closed her eyes, pumped even harder on her brother's dick, and licked her dry upper hp with her tongue.
She felt a spasm of pleasure pass through her back to be released with an involuntary shrugging of her shoulders. Her breasts seemed to be floating in mid-air and Wendy knew how to press her tits gently yet teasingly. If she were to let go and let herself "ball" another woman, this would have to be the time.
She did not open her eyes, but thrust her arms out blindly, reading the Braille of Wendy's young flesh. Her hands slipped under the girl's arms and squeezed her under her small waist, just where the hips flashed out into suppleness. Wendy moved within her grip, but the girl touched her hands with her fingertips and stroked them in gratitude for the embrace. Slowly Jill's hand relaxed and she followed Wendy's buttocks as they swelled out. She began to feel the magnetism of the bisexual girl's crotch, but for the moment she suppressed the urge to touch another girl's pussy, to run her fingers through the hair and the silky surface beaver.
Her eyes opened and she watched her new lover, whose provocative form blocked her view of her brother's face, which now began to twitch nervously as he came closer to orgasm. Wendy's mouth was open sensuously and a kind of deep purring had originated in her throat. Jill smiled at the way her pink cat-like tongue would flash against the corner of Wendy's mouth, moistening the unpainted lips.
Christopher felt covered with smelly cunt vapors. The two snatches were both working vigorously; the one jamming itself into his open mouth, the other jerking down sloppily on his cock. Wendy jumped off and straddled him as she moved down a few inches. He rubbed the outsides of Wendy's thighs as she sat on his chest, but when his fingers crossed over to play with her clit, he found his sister's hands already circling the hair patch.
His first reaction was one of pure shock; for a moment he was completely transported from any concern with sex and his cock ceased to move within Jill's quim. The idea that his own sister might be making perverse love to one of his own lovers repulsed him. But in the moments following, while his sister-unaware of his reaction-continued her strides up and down his pecker, the idea's impact turned to titillation, and finally, just before he started to shoot gism, he was excited by the image of the two beautiful women fondling each other's bodies.
His hands had drawn back to his sides where they remained until he had come. Now his sister was free to answer her own curiosity by testing Wendy's flesh. The clit was stroked deftly but with the lightness indicative of uncertainty. The index finger slipped easily into the cut itself and the twat muscle seemed to bite at it toothlessly, trapping it inside.
Jill's mind had wandered and she was now more interested in the terrain of Wendy's body than in the dong already stuck inside her. When Christopher did spring forward and ram home, almost ripping her to the womb, she was caught in his own anxiety. The tension released itself in her as she undulated wildly over the end of the stiff cock, delighting Wendy with the sight of her bouncing breasts as she came, the gism pushing through the vaginal tunneL
Wendy saw them come together and knew she could provoke herself to climax. Since the brother and sister would be tired when spent, she realized this would be her last chance in the next few minutes for her own orgasm. She doubled her hand into a fist and pushed the knuckles into the clitoral ridge. The pressure worked and her pud stuck out in front of her spread legs while she bent backwards, stretching her spine, gasping with each wave that spilled through the sopping pussy.
When all three had come the separate limbs of this three-pronged sex machine were listless and enervated. Christopher's cock was still stuffed in his sister's mantrap, but it had lost its size. Jill still stood astride it, her big tits motionless as her legs forked out and the semen started to drip from the hole down the insides of her thighs and on to the bed. Wendy, for her part, was exhausted, and the back of her hand, sticky and wet with her own oils, was spread out on Chris' bare thigh.
Slowly the three disentangled and lay stretched out-on the bed, thighs crossing breasts and heels pressing into calves.
"Not bad," Wendy said softly, as if to herself. "Not bad at all." Her voice was full of satisfaction-self-satisfaction and satisfaction with her two sex-partners.
That was my first time, you know," Jill said in response. There was awe in the voice, awe at the younger girl's power over her. It was the beginning of a conversation between the two women and Christopher felt rather disconcerted, as he did not know what he could say to participate. Wisely he remained silent.
But the thought of the two women making love excited him anew and he stroked Wendy's peach-colored thigh, pushing his fingertips into the hollow adjoining the pubic arch.
Wendy responded with a stirring; she stretched her arms out above her head as if she were waking in the morning. When she drew them back toward her chest there was new energy, and it showed in the way she pushed up on her feet and moved her torso so that Chris' hand would slide onto the beaver.
He found her damp, but already the pud had begun to dry. When he stuck his finger inside the hole, the muscles clung to the bone and the coating of lubrication had become almost flaky. She turned on her side and raised one leg over the side of his body while he went on petting her. She kissed him open mouthed and took her breast and pressed its tit to his hard chest.
His sister would have preferred, to remain quiet for a while, but she was not to be left out at this point. She stretched out beside Chris, touching the front of her body to his back. Her stomach wiggled against his lean, masculine butt and she ran her hand over his waist and then over the long plank which had already renewed to erection.
But she found that by holding the prick she was merely jabbing its end into Wendy's stomach. She made the most of this coincidence. The end two fingers found the labia and stretched the hole, pulling it toward the side. With her thumb and forefinger Jill aimed the prick's head to the aperture. "Hmmmm," hummed Wendy, licking her upper lip. "Thank you," she said, staring into Jill's eyes over the side of Chris' body just as the penis moved inside her, dividing her walls.
The young boy and girl fucked awkwardly on their sides, Wendy supplying what leverage there was with her foot, the heel of which jammed into Chris' calf. He galloped almost mechanically up and down the twat, drawing vaginal mist from the tissue and exciting her.
More exciting was the touch of Jill's single finger applied to her clitoris. The older woman rolled the flat of her index finger back and forth over the tiny patch of erectile tissue until Wendy felt as if she would burst. In reaction, her counter thrusts against Chris' prick became wild enough to hurt her by pulling on the outer tissue until it felt raw.
Chris had grown no more impassioned as he continued to force the dong up her snatch, so Wendy felt no real guilt when she moved back and bucked the insertion. When it slipped from her, Christopher's dick was polished with her internal sweat.
He was not sure what his response should be as Wendy opened her arms and drew his sister toward herself, so he did nothing. Even though he was erect, he had not been psychologically excited enough to get into the action with any spirit; perhaps this would do it. His sister crossed the obstacle of his body with her naked flesh, and she playfully rubbed her pussy flesh, from which his own come still seeped, on the outside of his leg as she came toward Wendy.
He stared at her ass as the two women embraced. Her rump quivered as she slammed the cheeks together, then let them relax. Both were on their, sides, but soon Wendy rolled over on Jill's stomach and the two of them bumped Chris. He moved back on the large mattress and watched intently as their lesbian love making progressed.
Wendy was not noticeably masculine even though she had been the instigator. She was leisurely as she moved her body silkily over his sisters. Their genitalia, he realized, could just barely be touching at this stage; they were just enjoying the non-sexual contact. Wendy put her mouth tentatively to Jill's, and the latter, with only the thought of reluctance, parted her lips and let Wendy's tongue inside. At the same moment Wendy's fingers pushed up against the underside of the older woman's jug and their breasts rubbed each other into nipple stiffness.
Strangely enough it was Jill who was the first to put her hand upon Wendy's pud this time. The four long fingers touched the triangle of hair, almost covering it The fingers held close together as she went from side to side over the externals of the quim and gradually the labia became smooth with a thin coat of moisture.
Wendy rewarded her initiative by sucking her areola. Mercifully her teeth did not cut into the tissue surrounding the dark-red peak which swelled on her active tongue. Saliva dribbled from the younger woman's mouth and streamed down the soft cone of the mams. She pursed her lips wetly together and sucked the tit just inside her mouth. The heat was being pulled from the cap into her lover's mouth and Jill, excited, stroked more vigorously at Wendy's snatch. Her finger at last invaded the vaginal sanctuary, poking at the tissue until it felt at home in the musky darkness.
Her own groin was anxious for digital massage. Wendy seemed to sense this because soon she put her right leg outside Jill's spread thighs and her left knee cap pushed up into her employer's moss. Jill grunted at the first indelicate assault, but by the time the second thrust came her whole body welcomed it with the arching of her spine and the snapping forward of her pelvis. Wendy moved the patella gently over the area, trying to manipulate the labia as gingerly as possible. Electricity seemed to surge through Jill's love button, and she hugged Wendy close to her, clasping her ass as the girl glided forward into the hollow of her body.
Desire made her daring. The fingers of her right hand dipped into the ass crack and felt the warmth emanating from the bunghole. She came closer, her fingers like moths teased by fire, and she felt the cluster of tiny muscle with the tip of her index.
Her nail rolled over the surface of the sphincter, but the thing did not give way easily. "Oh, yeah," Wendy whispered into her ear while Jill's brother looked on in amazement as she finger-fucked Wendy's rectum, Wendy's ass seemed to spread out, billow; it was as though Jill's manipulations had thoroughly relaxed her below tie waist
The inside of the ass-hole was itself like a claw of flesh around the older woman's finger. Jill twisted the bone inside the hole, afraid to draw it back to simulate anal massage for fear-instinctive fear, not based on the situation-that she would never be able to stuff it back.
Wendy was no longer licking Jill's tit, but she had begun to bite at Mrs. Brennan's neck. At first the nips were tender, but they grew more animal-like as both got excited; Jill yelped, whether in pleasure or pain Christopher could not tell, and he only knew that this appeared to excite Wendy even more.
Chris saw Wendy pull back from Jill's hand and there was a muffled popping as Jill's finger left the tight socket. He could not tell whether the idea to change positions had been his sisters or the girl's, but in any case both moved as if on some unspoken and unheard signal to the sixty-nine coupling. Jill was "on top"-that is, it was her mouth pressed to Wendy's cunt while she lifted her upper body on the girl's mouth, Wendy immediately teased her clit with puckered lips. Jill was on her knees, spread apart over Wendy's diaphragm, but her torso was curled so that her body formed an arc at the end of which was the worshipped pudendum. Jill licked furiously at the girl's privates, and her hands again clutched the globes of ass meat though for the moment Chris could not tell whether she had re-entered the back hole with her finger.
The room was still and the slurping sounds both made as they performed mutual cunnilingus were orchestrations to the pornographic ballet Christopher was witnessing. Blood raced through his belly and up his shaft toward the tip of his penis. He stared at them both, noticing even the slightest muscle tremor as when Wendy's legs drew up at the knees and her thighs pressed Jill's ears and the latter continued to tongue-fuck.
Christopher was conscious that he might be "interrupting" them, but his excitement pushed his powers of restraint to the background. At this moment it did not matter who he would stick himself into, in whose cunt he would dip his wick, but his sister's rear was the obvious choice; topmost, Jill's legs were spread far enough apart so he could rivet her from behind, and thus become part of the chain of fornication.
He parted his thighs over Wendy's face and he nudged his sister's hole away from the warm bath Wendy's tongue was giving by gripping his sister's thighs with his fingertips and pulling her up toward the end of his prick. Jill was drawing a spiral with her crotch upon and around her brother's dick and he did not know whether this meant she was anxious that he stick it in her, or whether she was trying to move out of range and then back over her female lover's lips.
He was never really to find out, for at this moment Wendy whispered, loud enough for all three to hear, "Put it up her ass." The notion stimulated Chris. He was holding on to her butt cheeks for balance anyway and it was an easy matter to separate them. Jill sank down again on Wendy's mouth, and he continued to hear the counterpoint of clit-sucking noises while he tried to push his prick to her behind. Jill pressed the insides of the globes lovingly to the cock, but it was the thing itself that was the problem.
Leakage of dog-water, however, oiled the hole, and he made it inside with the head on the fourth or fifth shove while he held his naked sister stable with his hands clutching her melons. The tits scraped at his palms as the breasts wobbled in his hands.
Jill groaned when he had succeeded, but she grew more comfortable with each forward thrust of the prick. His cock in her rectum seemed to explode the stomach from inside and it gave her a deliciously weak feeling. The feeling of emptiness around the cock-the emptiness of her belly-complemented perfectly the intensity of sensation in her pussy. Wendy rolled her tongue furiously around the rising bubble of red-purple flesh as the older woman's pubic arch collapsed over her neck, under the weight of Christopher's rectal screwing.
Bored with his sister's breasts, his hands went to the upper legs of the woman under her. When they came in toward the vaginal mound, the fingers threaded the pubic hairs until he had bearded his sister's chin with them. He touched Jill's tongue with his fingertip as she flicked the clit up against the thick hair. Chris could feel the tension, the taut energy as yet unreleased in Wendy's pelvis. The finger-bone competed with his sister's mouth in giving the housekeeper pleasure. Jill playfully licked his finger and he hid it from her by hooking it in to the snatch itself. His thumb caressed the corner of her mouth as she pulled in on the flaps. The two orifices floated wetly against each other, but both were coming closer to orgasm.
Christopher himself felt the semen being sucked on by his sister's shit hole. Being inside the anus was like being trapped inside a pressure cooker. He had little room to maneuver within this tight spot. Jill could not move much herself, but perhaps this was because
Wendy's sucking had speeded up and the younger girl seemed to expect his sister to come any second. He ran his hand between Jill's mouth and Wendy's pussy, separating the elder woman's mouth from the hole and proceeding to rub the frothy opening himself, stuffing four fingers inside at once-then, just as quickly, withdrawing them and smearing the moisture over the already clammy beaver flaps.
"Ahh...." The exclamation wheezed from somewhere deep in Jill's throat; her whole body slid straight up and down on the coed's mouth. The edges of Wendy's teeth ripped into the sensitive flesh. Moments later, while spasms of climax straightened his sister's body and her head snapped back on her neck away from Wendy's cunt hole, the younger girl came off on his fingers.
His own hips shook with the last few strokes before his climax. The prick seemed to grow bigger inside the anus and he twisted as he filled her. At last the globs of white goo pushed steamily out of his prick's slit and up toward Jill's stomach. The walls opened not at all to catch the sperm, but the juice merely clotted at the base of her intestine. Exhausted, Jill let her sweating face drop to the surface of Wendy's beaver, but instead her lips brushed the back of her brother's hand, still flexing its fingers over the pouting lips.
When it was all over and the three bodies collapsed onto and against one another in a heap of skin, muscle, and bone, the silence of the room was broken by Jill's hollow laughter. She sounded as though she were mocking someone or something, but perhaps she was mocking herself; certainly she was thinking of what she had missed by holding herself back from sexual relations with women.
"I think," she said, after the two had had time enough to be puzzled by the giggling, "that we should do this again some time."