My cock is moving of its own accord, pumping and churning inside her steamy cavern. Fueled by increasingly intense eruptions, her fiery pussy melts around my cock, engulfing and scorching me, as our bodies undulate together. We never break the kiss, our tongues being a critical part of our libidinous dance. Our passions build higher and higher, reaching a torturous peak, as our sweat-soaked bodies press together, writhing in harmony, until we reach the summit.
“Oh God!” Susan screams, breaking the kiss, as her orgasm thunders through her body.
“I love you! I love you! I love yoooooooouuuuuuuuuuu!” Susan howls, clawing my back, as her body lurches uncontrollably, quenching her fervent longing by flooding her with pure unadulterated pleasure.
“And I love you!” I say, through clenched teeth, as my eruption joins hers and I empty my powerful load into her flood of hot juices. Our bodies jerk against each other, while riding out wave after wave of breathless titillation. As our breathing slows, our mouths again find each other and our tongues entwine in an impassioned kiss.
When the shockwaves finally subside, our exhausted bodies drift into a blissful sleep, wrapped in a cozy cocoon of warmth and love.
I wake up the next morning, spooned around my sister’s back, with my arm across her breasts, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she sleeps. Neither of us can afford to blow off any more classes, so we shower separately, to ensure we don’t start up again and head out to school. Mid-day, I run into Sherrie and she thanks me for last night. She looks great in a tank top and skintight jeans.
“Was it like your fantasy?” I ask, as we walk across campus together.
“Oh yeah!” She smiles. “I loved it! I felt so slutty, having cum shooting in both ends at the same time.” She laughs, and then hesitates.
“I’m glad we did it, Nick, but it’s not something I’d want to do again.” She says, thoughtfully. “When it was just Ken and I, after you left, it felt so much more loving and intimate.” She says, wrapping her arm around my waist, as we continue walking. “Thank you for making it happen, though.”
“You really like him, don’t you?” I ask, putting my arm around her and resting my hand on her hip.
“Yeah, I really do.” She says, excitedly. “We talked a little this morning about me moving in with him.” She confides. “Do you think Susan will be mad?”
“No, I don’t think so.” I say, thinking about how close Susan and I are becoming. “You’re her best friend and she’ll miss you being around all the time, but I think she’ll be glad for you.” I tell her, squeezing her ass cheek through her jeans. “Will I see you at home tonight?” I ask, as we split to go to our separate classes.
“Probably not.” She smiles. “I’m just going to stop by for some clothes.” She adds, moving her eyebrows up and down, suggestively. “See ya, later, Nick!” She says, almost skipping into the science building.
I try to call my mom, but end up leaving a message. I call Danae, to check on how she’s doing. She answers the phone in her crisp professional tone.
“Hey Danae.” I greet her. “It’s Nick.”
“Hey Nick.” She says, without much inflection.
“I’m just wondering how you’re feeling after Friday night.” I say.
“I’m still a little sore, but it was worth it!” She says, enthusiastically. “When’s the next game?” She asks. I guess I don’t have to worry about her.
“Friday night, but I won’t be there. I’m going to my moms.” I tell her.
“Who cares?” She asks, without any touch of humor. “You don’t get a turn anyway.” She says, snottily. “Well, except that time before the game, but who needs that?” She says, asking about the specifics for the game. I tell her and we hang up. I guess the football team will be winning from now on.
Sherrie spends every night this week over at Ken’s, while Susan and I continue to explore the increasing level of intimacy that surrounds everything we do. We can’t seem to get enough of each other, sexually or otherwise. We’ve become inseparable. Suddenly, we’re doing things as a couple; eating meals together, going to the movies, helping each other with homework, and even shopping for groceries.
There’s an undercurrent of sexual energy that envelops everything we do. We’ll be putting away groceries, and our eyes will meet or our hands will touch and before we know it, Susan’s bent over the kitchen table with my cock pounding into her steamy, hot pussy.
One night, she was cutting vegetables for a salad, while I was grilling burgers. She started seductively sliding a whole cucumber in and out of her mouth, while grinding her hips and pinching her nipples. Pretty soon, the burgers were burning, while she sucked me off and I fucked her with the cucumber, pumping it in and out of her wet pussy, like a dildo. Susan came all over that thick cucumber, and then cut it up and served it in our salad! I teased her about catching some of her juices to use for salad dressing, but she insisted that it is best enjoyed when eaten fresh from the source. I didn’t argue, but dinner was delayed again.
Friday night when we leave for the airport, Susan is talking about joining the mile-high club. I tell her it’s a myth. People don’t actually do that, but she has it in her mind that we’re going to fuck in the bathroom of the plane. I wish I had the transmitter with me, in case we’re caught, but Maggie still has it.
Susan is so charged up she can hardly sit still, as the plane takes off. Her halter-top is gaping open, giving me a clear view of most of her right tit and her skirt has ridden half way up her thigh. Waiting until the pilot turns off the fasten seatbelt sign, she checks to make sure I have my cell phone.
“Wait here until I call you.” She says, unfastening her seatbelt and walking to the back of the plane. The flight is only about half full and there is no one in our row. I look around for the flight attendant, but she’s in the front kitchen area. Five minutes later, when my phone vibrates in my hand, it startles me.
“Hey.” I say, flipping open the phone.
“Is anybody in the aisle, waiting for the bathroom?” She asks.
“No.” I say, looking around. “Are you sure about this?” I ask, still not certain it’s a good idea.
“Of course I’m sure!” She says. “I’m in the bathroom on the right. The door’s unlocked.” She says, hanging up. I’m so nervous; I try to get up without taking off my seatbelt, and then struggle with the buckle, finally getting it loose. I hurry to the back of the plane before anyone else decides they have to go.
“Wow.” I whisper, opening the door. My sister is completely naked, facing me, as she stands on the toilet, bending forward, her head against the ceiling, with her tits hanging down.
“Get in here and close the door!” She whispers. I step in, close the door and make sure it’s latched. “Just drop your pants down.” She says, almost giggling, as I turn around. I’m so nervous that I’m not even aroused. I make my cock hard, as I unfasten my pants and push them down to my knees.