Chapter 3
In the early morning hours when Alex had to leave, Trish had stood naked in the front doorway as he walked to his car. Reluctantly, he had started the engine, his eyes fixed on her lush body. All the other porch lights in the block had been turned out long before. With a small moan, their hours of lusty pleasure flashing through his mind, he forced himself to drive away.
A mellow smile of satiation on her lips, Trish went upstairs and fell limply into her bed beneath the top sheet. Shortly after, she awoke from a light sleep as she heard Gillian return home. Rubbing her eyes, Trish pushed her pillow back against the headboard and turned on the bedside lamp.
"How'd it go?" Gillian asked.
"De-licious," Trish beamed.
"Good," Gillian nodded, hanging up her coat.
"But not good with you?" Trish asked reluctantly.
"A bummer," Gillian frowned, removing her pullover to bare the firm roundness of her tits, her pink nipples erect.
"Left you hanging, huh?" Trish said, noting her sister's pert nipples.
"That dude's an inept, selfish jerk connected to a beautiful cock. A total waste," she sighed, working her jeans down her legs. "Total," she repeated as she tossed the jeans into her closet. "Hell, Don could've done better," she nodded, stripping her minute panties off.
"Don?" Trish laughed. "Our little brother?"
"Anybody," Gillian said with a reluctant grin and sat down on the edge of Trish's bed.
"How about Don's pal Fred?" Trish asked, arching one eyebrow.
"Hmm," Gillian murmured and laughed. "You noticed that grownup cock too, huh?"
"How can you miss it? Be nice to teach him the ropes, hey?" she smiled suggestively.
"Yeah, it'd be a shame for him to turn out like my man of the night."
"Yeah," Trish nodded thoughtfully.
"Oh, he'd go screaming to mommy, Trish. He's as dumb as Don," Gillian said, rubbing her belly.
"Maybe. But just think of his pretty little body connected to the big old whang and him not having any set idea about what you'll like. Huh?" she added, her head back in the pillow. "Guys having experience like Rob and Alex is great, but it'd be an interesting change of pace," she smiled to herself, gently stroking the hardening nubs of her nipples.
"Yeah, the way I feel, if he was to walk in the door right, now, I'd let him take my cherry," Gillian said, stretched back on the bed, her hand moving lower until her fingers were sliding through the auburn fur of her cunny.
"If Carl Boerne from next door was to walk through the door, I'd tell him he was getting mine," Trish grinned.
"He'd find out you lied," Gillian murmured, her fingers stroking her hot cunt lips.
"By that time he wouldn't care," Trish laughed, rolling her nipples between her fingertips.
"Yeah, I get off on him too," Gillian agreed, her fingers lightly circling her highly aroused clit.
"Say, he works late some nights on his blueprints. We could stroll by his den window some night, a little naked and see what happens," Trish offered.
"Well, his wife goes away on business trips sometimes," Gillian said in a husky whisper, her eyes closed to the pulsings her fingers were drawing from her clit.
"Yeah," Trish nodded, liking the idea and raised her head. "We could ... " she trailed off, seeing her sister's fingers curling in her opened cunt, rapture on Gillian's features. "Here, let me help," she whispered and curled up beside Gillian's hip.
Trish eased Gillian's fingers from the wet pink of her slit and slid her own fingers in to take up the caress of her sister's clit. With her other hand, she lifted Gillian's wet fingers to her mouth and began to suck the rich juice from one finger at a time.
Gillian moaned happily at the subtle play of Trish's fingers around her clit and at the languid suckling of her fingers in Trish's knowing mouth. She reached out weakly and touched her hand to the beautiful globes of Trish's tits, a blissful smile on her lips as waves of joy lapped at her. Trish arched her tits forward against the turning and circling of Gillian's soft hand and touched her lips to the girl's hip.
Gillian began to shift in slow undulations as Trish's long blond hair flowed over her hip and down between her thigh and cunny as Trish's tender lips drifted upon the fevered flesh of her lower belly and abdomen. Gillian's hand opened wide upon her sister's breast, rubbing the center of her palm against the erect nub of the nipple. Her hips rolled, twisting the sheets and arching her dewy slit up against Trish's kneading fingers and her approaching mouth. She gave a little mewing sound as Trish's tongue eased through the auburn fur of her muff, skimming the hypersensitive flesh of her cunny all around her pulsing furrow and the weaving fingers that kept the bolt of her clit shimmering heat through her entire body.
Gillian swallowed hard, her palm pressing against Trish's ripe breast as her other hand clutched the sheet, her heels digging into the bedding as her fanny lifted up from the sheets, her slit searching for Trish's kisses, for her long tongue.
Trish opened and closed her lips upon the rim of her sister's womanhood, drawing a deep breath as Gillian's hand moved down her side to caress her thigh. Pulling her fingers from the gleaming sweat meat of Gillian's sex, she ladled her tongue into the pulsing cove to skim the rich ambrosia from the quivering pink walls and then curled it upward to lay back the furls of looser pinkness to dab the pearl of Gillian's clit.
Grabbing at Trish's thigh, Gillian pulled and Trish eased off her knees and onto her side, opening her thighs for Gillian's groping fingers so that they could slide into her wet cunny. Her breath quickening at her sister's equally knowing touch, Trish whipped her tongue over the tip of Gillian's pleasure pearl, her hands caressing the almost plump thighs below.
Gillian bit at her lower lip, her fingers curling in Trish's nook as Trish's mouth burrowed in her throbbing treasure pouch, her tongue provoking her clit into greater and greater vibrations of rapture. Gillian cried out, glad there was no one else in the house, her thought blurring as soon as it was formed. Her body writhed and bucked under Trish's supping mouth and dueling tongue. She gasped. Her body spasmed. Trish moaned into her cunt. Gillian cried out again with a second, stronger orgasm. Trish's hips beat a fevered staccato against Gillian's spinning, contracting touch. Gillian's body arched up, her toes curling with the ecstasy of her climax. The hand in her snatch went wild and Trish cried out into the contracting pink hive, washing her face in the rich mist.
With lessening shudders, the sisters became still, lying limply on the bed, their eyes heavily lidded with satiation.
"Sure nice t'have someone waitin' at home who knows your most sensitive spots," Gillian said softly, smiling at her sister.
"Well, we've been doing it a long time-long before dating," Trish smiled back, touching her lips to the inside of Gillian's still warm thigh.
"Um," Gillian nodded and they stretched out in one another's arms and were asleep in moments.
The next morning, Trish went to the library. Getting up just before noon, Gillian showered and pulled on a snug fitting T-shirt and a pair of cutoffs before going down to the kitchen. Pouring a glass of milk, she turned at the sound of the front doorbell and went to answer it.
"Is Don around?" Fred asked with a trace of nervousness when Gillian opened the door.
"Uh, no," Gillian said slowly, remembering her conversation the night before with Trish about Fred's fully mature cock. "No, but why don't you come in?" she offered, holding the door open as her eyes drifted down from his youthful features to the ample bulge in his jeans. "I was just going to have some milk and cake. Why don't you join me?" she smiled, closing the door behind the youth.
"O-okay," Fred nodded, confused by her friendliness. As they walked to the kitchen, he could not help but notice the way her tits gently bobbed under her shirt, her nipples erect against the clinging fabric. With a light blush, he pulled his eyes away, hoping she had not noticed. But Gillian had and felt her spirits rising in response. Her brother Don seemed so uninterested in sex that she had not been sure whether Fred was the same way or not.
"Here, sit down," she smiled, pulling a chair back from the kitchen table as she continued on to the refrigerator.
Watching the way her lush ass cheeks shifted under the tight cutoffs, Fred swallowed hard and sat down quickly, feeling his cock twitch warmly in his pants.
"First, the cake," Gillian said purringly and reached over his shoulder to set a plate before him, her arm rubbing over his collar bone as her hair brushed his cheek, her tit pressing softly against his back. "Doesn't that look good?" she asked softly, touching her hand to his arm as she maintained her contact.
Fred nodded weakly, feeling dizzy at the caressing touch of her breast, hair, arm and hand. He let out a slow breath as she went to get glasses from a cabinet, but caught it when he glanced over at her. Gillian rose up on one foot to reach and then knelt down after dropping a fork. Fred's hands tightly gripped the table edge as her fanny shifted around, rose back toward him. Then, as she reached around under the edge of the drain board, she turned to the side so that he could see the way the shirt fell away from her stomach, revealing it and the bases of her tits to his wide eyes.
"Hell, I'll just get a new one," she said and stood to take another fork from the drawer. Turning, she held it out to him and his fingers trembled slightly as he accepted it, her fingers gently brushing his. "And the milk," she smiled, her voice husky, her eyes on his. "Oh!" she cried as the milk spilled over the edge of the glass and into his lap. "Gee, but I've got the clumsies today," she offered and turned for a dish towel.
Flustered, Fred pushed his chair back and then blushed as he realized he was exposing his erection to her view. Before he could move the chair back under the table, Gillian was going to one knee beside him. He blinked down at her, his breathing strained.
"We'll clean that off so your mom won't be mad," she said warmly, looking up at him and he nodded dumbly. "Just wipe it right off," she smiled and began to dab the towel against the small droplets of milk still clinging to the cloth.
His features shifted nervously as he watched with unbelieving eyes her hand moving slowly from his thigh to his bulging crotch, only the tightness of the pants and his briefs beneath keeping his fully erect cock from becoming totally obvious, binding it down against his swollen balls.
"Didn't spill too much anyway," she said softly, her fingers moving over the hard mound his cock made. She moistened her lips with the point of her tongue, her own breath becoming strained as she eased her fingertips back and forth over his man-sized tool, only the towel and his pants between, the heat of his organ burning through against her touch. "Seems t'be setting in," she said hoarsely and lifted her other hand to his crotch in order to lift the darker blue spots to her rubbing. She curled her fingertips under the thick root, pushing it up against the toweled fingers, stroking its firmness between.
Fred's head dropped back, his mouth open to the maddening sensations of carnal delight her hands were evoking, only half aware of her breasts pressed hard against the side of his thigh. He could not concentrate, the questions about what was happening spinning away in the wash of ecstasy encasing his mind.
"Oh, I'm afraid the stains've set in. Need to be washed out," he heard Gillian's voice say, unable to distinguish the tone and slowly becoming aware that she was no longer caressing his cock. "Come on and we'll take care of it-keep 'em from staining," he heard her say, her voice seeming far away in the confusion of his brain, his arousal blurring his senses and he felt her take his hands in hers. "Upstairs," she said and he forced his eyes open.
He nodded, feeling dizzy, as if in a dream. Was he imagining things, or was she truly intending to arouse him? It seemed impossible, a product of wishful thinking and he tried to regain his composure, his fear of her becoming angry and telling his parents bringing his mind back to reality. He blinked, focusing his eyes and he saw her nipples fully erect beneath her T-shirt, gouging the fabric out till he thought he could see the separation of the fibers, the pinkness visible through the minute holes.
"This way," she said softly, smiling gently and guided him toward the front room and the stairs. "I'll take care of it," she said in what seemed to be a whisper and started up the stairs, holding his hand behind her to draw him along.
Each lifting of his legs seemed to take great effort, his eyes on the softness of the backs of her thighs, the shiftings of her ass cheeks beneath the worn cloth of her cutoffs. He could feel his heart beating fast and he felt highly aware of the stairway and then the hall, of the sounds of their movements, of the scent of her subtle perfume, of the dry taste in his mouth and of the softness of her hand.
"In here," she said, her voice barely audible as she turned toward him before her door and she moved his hand through the doorway, releasing it as he moved into her bedroom.
He glanced back as she came into the room, seeing that the door was still open. Outside, a breeze whispered through the boughs of a tree and shifted the curtains. His eyes shifted cautiously from Gillian's neatly made bed to Trish's unmade one. A pair of transparent, mint green bikini panties lay on the floor by the closet.
"Just take 'em off and I'll wash out the stains," Gillian said softly and he turned his head toward her, the words slowly sinking in.
"W-what?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.
"Your jeans," she smiled warmly and he could not be sure if she was being helpful or sexual. "It'll be easier-washing out the stains if you ... take 'em off," she said, finding it difficult to keep her voice even.
"I, uh ... okay," he stammered, not knowing what else to say and his fingers touched his belt buckle. "In-where?" he asked suddenly, raising his eyes back to hers.
"In here, silly," she smiled. "I've seen you in swimming trunks often enough that seeing you in underwear shouldn't embarrass you. I can look the other way if you want," she shrugged and began to look toward the bathroom.
"N-no, you're-right, I guess," he muttered, unable to argue, disappointment flooding him at the implication of her words that this was just the older sister of a friend being concerned about him getting in trouble.
Opening his belt, he unsnapped his jeans and felt relieved that his erection did not seem so great. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumping as he unlaced his tennis shoes.
Gillian watched him remove the shoes and then raise up to push his pants down, trying to let his shirt cover his briefs and the still prominent mound within. She felt feverish, blood pounding in her ears as she watched the pants move down the tanned smoothness of his lithely muscled legs.
"Let me," she said and crouched to slide his pants from his ankles and off his tennissocked feet. "Just take a sec," she said quickly, standing and moved with uncertain steps toward the bathroom.
Fred dried his palms on the bedspread, watching her stop at the sink and turn the water on. He took a deep breath and looked toward the hall, trying to get a grip on himself.
"Oh, I got some on my shirt too," Gillian said, looking up through her eyelashes to see Fred's head jerk back toward her, reflected in the bathroom mirror. She watched his eyes follow her hands to her sides, her fingers curling under the hem of the T-shirt and she began to ease it upward.
He watched entranced as the cloth moved higher, exposing the small of her back with its glint of down, the softness above, her shoulder blades, the juncture of her arms and torso and then her shoulders as her hair was pushed up. Pulling the shirt free of her head, she put it under the tap. He knew that her breasts were naked though he could not see them. The spill of the water seemed very loud and he felt his cock stretching the cloth of his briefs as it grew hard. Her hair shifted over her shoulders, the soft muscles of her back undulating as she washed the shirt.
"Now, all we have to do ... is wait for it to dry," she remarked and moved out of his fine of vision as she draped his jeans over the shower rod.
She was silent, seeming to be out of sight for minutes and he moistened his lip before taking a deep breath, trying to control its quickness. He became aware that her naked breasts, her woman's breasts, would be his to see. Then he felt a pang of apprehension as he realized that she might be putting something on, covering herself. Then she reappeared and a smile of relief touched his face as he saw that she was still naked above the waist, even though her hair fell down over her breasts.
"Shouldn't be long," she smiled, coming back toward him, her hair shifting over her tits, allowing him a veiled view of the soft flesh and the pinkness of her nipples. "Oh! Some soaked through," she said and he blinked in confusion, his eyes following hers down to his underwear that was tented over the thrusting pole of his cock. "We'll just wipe it off," she whispered, going to one knee before him and he watched her hand extend to touch her fingers to the pre-come stain over the head of his throbbing cock.
He gave a soft moan as her touch chafed the fabric of his briefs against the quivering lips of his cock. His hands knotted in the covers as her hair caressed his knees.
"Maybe we'd better-wash this out too," she faltered and he watched through blurred eyes as her hands moved to the waistband of his underwear, curling between it and his tremoring flesh.
His mind clouding again, he raised his hips without thought, feeling her tugging the briefs out from under his rump. Then her fingers were lifting the cloth up over the stallion rise of his cock, exposing it fully. She nibbled her lower hp, her fingers gripping the cloth as she looked at the plump bell of his head, noting the velvet texture of the lavender cap and the thick length of his shaft, the veins showing pale blue through the drawn taut sheath of flesh. Downy hair furled around the base of his proud charger, his balls big within the tight sac of his scrotum. Forcing herself', she moved his underwear down his legs and off.
"You-you've got another drop," she murmured. "I can just-lick if-away."
From beneath heavy lids, he watched her hands lift her hair from her breasts, dropping it back off her shoulders. Her tits were firm and yet soft, round with a faint gauze of down, her nipples hard. Her hands touched his knees and his breath caught in his throat Her head came closer to his swollen tool and he felt her breath on it, saw her lips part and then touch the tip of his cock. He sucked in air, phosphorescent heat blasting through his already burning flesh.
"Tastes good, better n milk," she whispered, shifting her lips over the softness of his head. "Want to drink more," she added and her mouth opened over the thick knob, drawing it into her mouth.
Her hands moved up his thighs, her forearms following and her breasts touched the insides of his knees. He swayed drunkenly as her tongue flowed over the head, her lips suckling it. Her lips moved down around his engorged trunk, her tongue stroking the dorsal vein and he fell back onto the bed with a moan. Her hands moved higher, her breasts pulling up his legs. He writhed upon the bed, his mind spinning in a maelstrom of unimagined ecstasies, his body twisting with pleasure beyond his awareness.
She drew her cheeks in around his warm thickness, her tongue pushing his prick up against the roof of her mouth. Her hands spread and contracted upon his stomach and eased down around her face, finding his balls. She fondled them through his sac as she began to lift her face, sucking tightly around him as she pulled her mouth up the length of his prod, her tongue rubbing at its underside.
He moaned with the intensity of his rapture, his hands shifting helplessly. His forehead -lined and his mouth widened as he felt his body begin to buck, his mind and flesh fusing in a paroxysm of carnal release. He rose from the waist, caught up in the waves of joy rushing through him. She moved her mouth faster in response, quicker and quicker, her hair flailing his hips, his head jabbing down into her throat. He cried out, his body twisting and jerking as his spend blasted through his cock, spewing into her gulping mouth, raging through his shaft. His cock spasmed in her devouring sucking and in response to his orgasm, she felt herself suddenly filled with an explosion of bliss.
He fell back onto the bed, gasping for air, stunned. Her head clearing, she sucked his cock till it became soft and then lifted her face to smile happily at the expression of ecstatic satiation on his features. She licked her lips, tasting the thick brew of his come.
"Tastes very good," she smiled and pulled herself up onto the edge of the bed. "Fred?" she asked after a few minutes of stroking his temples and forehead. "You know that you can't tell anyone else about this, don't you? I'd have to tell them you were lying. Not Don or anyone?"
"Okay," he muttered with a nod, his eyelids lifting a bit and he touched his trembling fingers to her breast, marveling at the pliant softness, at the hardness of her nipples.
"Beautiful," a voice commented and they both looked toward the door to see Trish standing there, smiling.
"I-we," he stammered, "were just, uh, playing an' ... "
"Can I play too?" Trish asked, her eyes meeting his warmly.
"Y-yeah," he blurted, grinning. "You-you don't mind, do you?" he suddenly asked Gillian, not certain.
"No," she laughed. "No, I don't mind," she said, unzipping her cutoffs.
He watched with a smile of delighted wonderment as the sisters stripped naked, his eyes moving from the luxuriant globes of Trish's tits to the auburn fur of Gillian's cunt, from the copper ringlets of Trish's muff to the lush domes of Gillian's ass and to the uptilted cheeks of Trish's fanny.
"Just lay back, big man," Trish said huskily and stretched out atop him, her mouth joining his as her body crushed against him, his young cock already erect again.
Fred moaned into her mouth as her tongue dipped and spiraled in his, a buzzing filling his ears. He felt her wet slit stroking the base of his cock which was pressed against his belly. He touched his hands to her breasts, squeezing their ripeness and then started as Gillian's tongue lapped at his balls and Trish's cunny.
Smiling lasciviously, Trish drew her legs up along his sides and lifted her hips. He looked down, seeing her spread slit above his jutting cock and seeing Gillian's face below their loins as she kissed and licked his prick and her sister's twat. Trish's body began to lower and he watched with amazement as his cock began to disappear within her, Gillian's face disappearing from view.
He felt humid warmth encase his cock, gripping at it as he slid fully into Trish. Trish began to roll her hips and he sighed at the sweet joy dissolving throughout him. Gillian's tongue continued to bathe his balls and the base of his prick where it disappeared up into Trish's snatch. He stroked her thighs, arching his hips up against hers, delighting in the sensations of his cock being held and caressed within her hot depths. He reached up to caress her tits and drew her down atop him, sliding his tongue into her mouth this time.
They rolled onto their sides and he twisted and stroked his prod in her until her moans matched his own. He reached down and caught Gillian's hand to draw her up alongside them, her mouth continuing to sup at them, her fingers diddling at their anuses. He and Trish turned from the waist, their mouths joining in her slit, their tongues flowing in her hot furrow, their hands stroking her ass and thighs. Gillian's moans joined theirs; and their bodies pressed closer, rolling and twisting upon the bedding.
Her cunt alive with their tongues and fingers, her ass quivering with the fingering of one of them, Gillian cried out, gripping cunt and cock in her mouth. This and his rhythmic pumping filled Trish with a throbbing surge of delight and her cunt clutched and spasmed round his prick, pulling a fresh load from him. He cried out, clutching both girls as his cock seemed to explode with molten heat.
They lay panting in one another's arms till Trish felt the spar of his sex begin to harden again within the still tingling warmth of her cunny. They shifted and Gillian guided his hard column between Trish's spread ass cheeks and up into her fanny as Trish licked her wet gash. And they came again and again until they fell asleep in the late afternoon, their strong young bodies entwined.
Standing at their bedroom window that evening, Fred having returned home a few hours earlier, the two sisters watched Carl Boerne carry Eva's suitcase to her car and both smiled lasciviously. Their arms slid around each other's waist, no words having to be spoken about their previous discussion concerning visiting Carl when Eva next went out of town.
After Eva had driven off, Carl went into his study, laying out engineering blueprints he had to work on. The stereo played a light instrumental album and he sipped a drink. He glanced toward the French doors, thinking he saw something outside in his backyard, but shrugged, seeing nothing. A moment later, he looked up again and blinked with surprise as he saw Trish walk across the lawn to come to a halt straight ahead of him, her eyes staring blankly, her face expressionless. She was wearing a loose shirt that fell to the tops of her thighs and he could not tell if she wore anything under it or not.
Curious, he sat back and watched Gillian walk into view, wearing only a pair of hiphugging slacks. Gillian lowered herself to one knee at her sister's side and slid her hands up under the shirt without lifting it. Slowly, she slid a pair of tiny panties down Trish's legs. Reaching up from behind Trish, her hand moved under the shirt and a strapless bra dropped to the grass. Carl took a sip of his drink, knowing the girl was now naked under the shirt though he could only see her shapely legs.
Gillian's hand moved around to the front of Trish's body, still beneath the loose shirt. Carl watched the girl's hand beneath the cloth atop her sister's breasts and saw Trish's features shift with pleasure as the caressing hand descended to her concealed cunny. His cock had gone rock hard, straining at his slacks.
Gillian brought her hand into the open, moonlight gleaming on her damp fingers and stood. Trish moved forward till she stood almost against the glass of the doors and Gillian reached around from behind her to unbutton the shirt. The shirt fell away into Gil-Kan's hands and Trish pressed her now naked body against the glass, her tits flattening against the surface, her damp cunny moistening it.
Suddenly, the two girls broke into laughter, romping about on the lawn and a baffled Carl watched for a moment before he too began to laugh. Standing, he crossed to the doors and opened them. They turned toward him at the sound of his applause, giggling.
"What do you do for an encore?" he laughed.
"Well, that took care of all our seriousness," Trish grinned, "which just leaves foolin' around."
"Fool around with your cock, mister?" Gillian asked with a waggle of her eyebrows and a leer.
"Or up an' down," he leered back, waving them inside.
"Up yours!" Gillian called back to Trish, rubbing his obviously erect prick as she passed.
"Down yours!" Trish replied, jerking down his zipper as she passed him.
"She's a throat specialist?" he asked Trish as he closed the door.
"Yep," Trish nodded, curling her fingers into his open pants to free his engorged prod. "She's looking for a spectacular, unique, exhibitionistic first ball. Gillian, wouldn't you really like to have his big whang up your cunny, whipping up a foam, hosing in you?"
"When I'm into that, I'll come back for a fuck," she promised Carl and took a sip of his drink.
"I'll look forward to it," he smiled, caressing the soft globes of Trish's breasts, blood humming in his ears as her fingers flowed over his burning shaft. "And if it's going to be exhibitionistic, I hope you'll invite me," he added as Trish began removing his clothing.
"Yeah, it'd be great to send out engraved invitations, wouldn't it?" Gillian beamed happily. " 'You are hereby requested to attend the deflowering of the virgin Gillian'," she said in a serious tone and then broke into laughter.
"Say," Trish said, her fingers fondling Carl's swollen nuts. "Deflowering means losing your cherry, right? Well, what about your ass, Gillian? That's virgin too, isn't it?"
"Uh, yeah," Gillian nodded thoughtfully.
"Well, how 'bout a grand opening tonight, huh? This set up's been pretty unique and I'll be here to watch," Trish urged, crossing to Gillian, her grip of Carl's cock urging him to follow.
"Well ... " Gillian debated with herself, considering the idea.
"Oh, come on, chicken," Trish prodded, her hand pulling open the snap of Gillian's pants and tugging at the zipper. "I'll eat your box at the same time," she added.
"Now, listen," Carl said to Trish. "Unless this is a put-on, let Gillian make up her own mind, huh? I'm not into doing anything that's not mutually desired," he told both of them. "So, you think on it, Gillian and I'll show Trish something."
Gillian watched them move to a file cabinet, touched by his concern. Carl opened a drawer and handed a file folder to Trish.
"I developed these in my dark room," he smiled. "You can have copies when you split for home," he promised, watching her expression as she opened the folder to see the photos he had taken of her and Alex the night before.
"Wow! Far fuckin' out," she grinned with amazement. "Come look, Gillian," she called and Gillian moved to her side, her mouth opening in surprise as she saw the images of Trish rouging her cunt lips, Trish wearing only the bib top, Trish caressing her breast as she sat on the couch with Alex whose cock she rubbed with her foot, Trish moaning as Alex slid his fingers into her cunt and ass, Trish sucking his cock till he came in her throat, Trish straddling his hips as her cunny gripped at his cock, Trish beneath him as he continued to ball her orgasming slit, Alex tonguing their mixed juices from her twat, Trish sucking it from his mouth and Alex's shaft burrowing into Trish's ass.
"Fuck a duck," Gillian muttered in amazement and arousal. "Yeah, in the fanny, like you're getting it here, Trish."
"I only wish they'd been movies," Trish muttered, looking through the photos again, reliving her evening with Alex from an outsider's perspective.
"I've got a camera, but the fighting wouldn't have worked," Carl smiled, his arms sliding around Gillian, his hands pushing into her pants to cup her lush fanny.
"How about tonight?" Trish asked eagerly.
"No film, but my regular camera's all ready to go," he said, nodding toward it as he lowered his lips to Gillian's.
"Y'mean I can have photos of you and me?" Gillian murmured.
"Sure thing," he nodded, touching tongue-tips with her. "I can even set it up on the tripod and use the timer to shoot all three of us together," he smiled, pushing her pants from her hips, her hands clutching his throbbing cock to her belly.
"Yeah," Gillian nodded eagerly and stepped out of the pants, her mouth joining hungrily with his in a probing, tongue-tied kiss.
While he set the camera up, Trish and Gillian stood fondling one another, filled with girlish anticipation.
"All ready to go," Carl nodded toward the queen-sized bed that doubled for a couch and for naps and adjusted the fighting.
Trish embraced him, their mouths joining and she guided his prick into her cunny, churning her wet channel about his hard shaft. Gripping it tightly, she stepped back, letting it pull free and gave a little gasp of pleasure at the sensation. Meanwhile, Gillian had stretched out on her stomach atop the bed. Trish sat by the bed, kissing her sister as Carl eased down between Gillian's spread legs, his prick gleaming with Trish's secretions. The girls' tongues dipped and curled together, their hands cupping one another's swollen tits as Carl caressed Gillian's ass. Drawing the lush cheeks apart, he nuzzled against the rosy bud of the girl's anus. The camera clicked away.
The knob of Carl's prick worked down into the pink ring. Gillian grabbed the domes of her sister's tits. The cockhead within her ass, Carl began to ease the shaft down between the soft cushions. Gillian sucked at Trish's tongue, a groan stirring in her throat. Carl's thick shaft toned and pushed, pulled and pushed. Gillian's fanny thrust back against his long rod, feeling his pubic hair against her as he sank fully into her now flexing ass.
His hands slid up her belly to her tits and he rolled onto his back, carrying her with him as he churned his tool in the undulating grip of her rectum. Trish turned around and they rolled back onto their sides. Trish spun her tongue into Gillian's cunny, caressing their thighs with her hands as she felt Gillian's lips suck at her clit. Trish fondled Carl's quivering nuts and she felt his tongue slide into the base of her slit. Dipping a finger into the hot pudding of Gillian's pulsing snatch, Trish then diddled it against Carl's anus, working it up into him as she licked and sucked his balls and Gillian's cunt. And the camera continued to make a periodic whirring sound as it photographed them.
Carl screwed a finger into Trish's ass, licking at it through the membrane separating ass and cunt, Gillian suckling Trish's clit just above his head which was turned over her shoulder. Gillian moaned against Trish's tremoring pearl, Carl's cock filling her fanny with a throbbing rhythm of pleasure, his hand caressing her tit, Trish's tongue lapping at her cunny. She clutched at them, shaking with arousal, crying out with mounting orgasms that spun her into dizziness. Trish's mouth writhed around Gillian's clit, low groans escaping her lips as Trish bobbed her clit faster and faster in her pursed lips, as her hands kneaded her tits, as Carl's finger churned in her ass, his tongue moving in harmony within her slit. She cried out, bucking with the searing maelstrom of ecstasies consuming her body.
Carl felt their bodies twist and spasm, their cries mingling as their orgasms came faster and stronger. Trish's finger bobbed in his ass, filling his bowels with a booming sensation, his prostate quivering at her touch. Gillian's fanny clutched and stroked his throbbing cock. His eyes squinted tightly shut and his lips twisted against the slick walls of Trish's snatch. The throbbing of his cock joined with the pounding of his prostate, sending shudders of desire through him. He clutched Gillian's tit, pumping his cock in Gillian's ass, his finger in Trish's. The sisters cried out again as their orgasms built to a massive climax. Their bodies leapt and bucked and Carl cried out, his broiling sperm jerked loose. His prick spurted up Gillian's ass and their three bodies clung together with a quaking gasp of release.
They went limp and finally rolled back from one another.
"Fan-tastic," Gillian murmured, turning to kiss Carl.
"Carl?" Trish asked when her breath had returned. "Could you maybe figure a way to take movies the next time I have the house to myself and a guy? Then we could watch 'em later while we're balling," she promised gaily.
"Yeah, we can probably manage that," he nodded after a few moments thought. "And the movie making too," he added with a grin.
"How long before we can see the pictures we just took?" Gillian asked.
"Well, when we finish or take a break, I can put the film in to develop," he smiled, tousling her hair. "Which reminds me, I'll put in another load."
"This one goes in me," Trish grinned.
"But I'm supposed to show him I'm a throat specialist," Gillian reminded her as he removed the exposed roll.
"Okay, you suck his cock while I suck his nuts. Then he fucks me and we'll both eat you. It feels great having two mouths going in you," she assured her sister.
"Can I eat his spunk out of your pussy afterwards?" Gillian asked with a serious look.
"Certainly," Trish nodded and they both broke into laughter.
Putting a fresh roll of film in the camera, Carl shook his head with amazement, his laughter joining theirs.
"You two are nuts," he laughed, going to the bathroom to wash off his cock.
"Nuts? I don't have any nuts. Do you?" he heard Trish ask.
"Not me," Gillian answered. "He's got the nuts."
"An' we got the crackers," Trish laughed.
"Cheese," Gillian said to the camera lens, flashing a big smile and spreading her legs wide, Carl's laughter carrying in from the bathroom as the girls collapsed in one another's arms upon the bed.
"Hey, you got any pictures of you in that drawer?" Trish called out, wiping tears from her eyes.
"Of course," he called back, toweling his prick.
"Let's see," Trish said and she and Gillian scampered over to the file cabinet. "Say hey!" she said as they opened a file to see photos of Carl and Eva balling. "You are a lucky dude, aren't you?" she smiled back over her shoulder at Carl as he came back into the room.
"Sure am," he nodded with a big grin.
"Let's get him," Gillian said in a mock whisper and they put the file down.
Carl fell back on the bed, spread-eagled with his cock beginning to lift up again.
"Take me," he sighed with mock drama and then moaned as Gillian's mouth gently sucked his balls in and Trish's mouth drew his prick in. "A very lucky dude," he murmured as his body began to burn with a carnal fever, his cock throbbing in one sister's mouth while his balls quaked in the other sister's mouth.