All through her monologue, Izzy kept slight but relentless pressure on the finger inserted in her sister’s pussy, but now she started sliding it gently, slowly, back and forth, frigging her gently, not enough to spook her, but plenty enough to keep her focused. Izzy leaned closer so she was almost lip to lip with her big sister.
“I’m going to show you how to have some proper fun; you did it your way with Ollie, and it was a good way, but now it’s time to learn Big Fun the Izzy Bartlett way; I’m going to show you what happens when hotness like yours meets horny like mine, sister dearest; hold on to your knickers, it’s gonna be a cracker!”
Carol watched, wide-eyed, as Izzy slid off her, the kiss on her nipple she planted as she moved away making the older woman shudder at the quick thrill that zipped through her, and even as she wondered what the younger girl was going to do next, she got her answer, as Izzy grabbed her ankles, and in one powerful, surging heave, slid her down the bed even as she pushed her legs right over so her crotch was pointed almost directly at the ceiling.
“What? No! Please…!” choked Carol, her protests dying in her throat as Izzy smiled slowly, wickedly, before dipping her head down to lick her older sister with the flat of her tongue from the still sensitive crinkle of her anus to the very apex of her swollen pussy. It was a long, slow, deliberate lick, meant to torture, tease, tantalise, and thrill, and Carol groaned with the pleasure of being teased like that. She realised her little sister was in charge of her now, and she would make her feel as little or as much pleasure as she felt like giving, but, with a shock, Carol suddenly realised didn’t care; this was all so new, so good, this new Izzy was so teasingly desirable, that all bets were off, and now it was time for fun.
Izzy sensed the change in her sister’s attitude, and smiled to herself as she once more licked Carol’s mound, this time pushing her tongue between the folds of her sister’s swollen labia, drawing a whistling gasp from the older woman as the wriggling, invading tongue-tip probed and teased inside her. Izzy decided that her sister was having entirely too much fun, and she wanted some, so without a word, she scooted around and threw her leg over Carol’s prone body, pushing her own pink, sopping little pussy into her sister’s face even as her head once more dived between her soft thighs.
“Wha…” Carol managed to murmur in surprise, before Izzy’s damply fragrant labia squished against her lips, and Izzy gasped softly.
“Fair’s fair, sister dear, I do yours, and you do mine; quid pro quo, sis, so lick away; it’s about time you learned something useful!”
With that, Izzy wriggled and jammed her juicy gash once more against Carol’s mouth, sighing happily when she felt the older woman take a tentative lick, followed by a slightly more positive one, then another. Izzy grinned secretly and wriggled some more, enjoying the feel of her sister’s tongue and lips pleasuring her private parts.
“Gotcha!” thought Izzy happily, “I always wondered if she’d lezz-out one day; now I know!” before once more getting down to the serious business of ‘dining at the Y’…
*
Ollie watched in agonised arousal as the two beautiful women in his life sported and played with each other; the soft, liquid sounds of their enjoyment and the scent of their arousal filled the room, assailing his senses and filling him with need for both of them. As he watched them lick and suck each other, all he could think of was how much he wanted to ram his cock into his sister, either one, it didn’t matter, while burying his face in the other’s crotch. It was a wanker’s dream visual; two gorgeous, naked, almost identical women plating each other, both gagging for a fucking good shagging, with the added benefit that all he had to do was walk over there and climb on, secure in the knowledge that neither would turn him away.
As he watched, his cock once more stiffened to almost epic proportions, while his balls began chiming like Sunday morning in Dublin, demanding he get on with it; after the way he’d been pulled away last time, they needed a spot of immediate manual handling followed by some serious deflating before they exploded at the spectacle unfolding before him. Without any thought on his part, his hand found his cock and began fisting it as he watched his two sisters eat each other, oblivious to his presence.
Carol caught sight of him first, her eyes narrowing as her lips curved into a smile against Izzy’s puffed-up labia. She rolled her eyes even as she used her thumbs to open Izzy’s labia even wider. Ollie, not at all slow on the uptake, cat-footed across the room to stand next to Carol, with Izzy, facing away as she was, still oblivious to his presence. Carol nodded, gasping out “Now, just there!”
Izzy muttered “So you like it there, do you?”, thinking Carol was talking to her, before groaning aloud as Ollie straddled his older sister’s head and speared his raging cock into his younger sister’s tight, juicy pussy in one long thrust.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” gabbled Izzy as Ollie bottomed-out in her, followed by Ollie’s own groan as Carol tea-bagged him, seeing as his balls were hanging so invitingly close to her mouth.
Izzy tried to keep a rhythm going as she sucked and licked Carol’s succulent pussy, while Ollie hammered away at her own snatch, all three of them writhing and humping together in a tangle of limbs, heaving bodies, and gasping, breathy sighs and moans as their individual climaxes neared.
None of them could keep-up the pace they’d set themselves; Carol was teetering on the edge with the licking, and humming, and heavy breathing Izzy was subjecting her aching pussy to, while Izzy was likewise almost there, the feel of Ollie’s thick cock battering into her womb almost driving her insane with arousal, and Ollie, well, his cock and balls had never had it so good, with Izzy’s tight tunnel squeezing and rippling him while Carol sucked and licked his balls, driving him to a heightened state of hot arousal, until:
“Oooohhh FUUUCCCKKK!!” screeched Izzy as the dam burst, her gushing pussy coating Carol’s face and chin with her sweet juices as she came like a thunderbolt. Carol groaned in response, her lips tightening around Ollie’s balls as orgasm ripped through her, set off by Izzy’s climax. Ollie tensed, every tendon taut as a bowstring as his eyesight blanked-out and his ears popped with the intensity of his climax. His cock stiffened and lurched like a live thing inside Izzy with the double stimulus of her tight pussy rippling and squeezing his cock, and Carol’s oral massaging of his balls. Izzy screamed again as the wave of orgasm crested inside her once more, triggered by the pulsing of Ollie’s cock as he blasted spurt after spurt deep into her while her rippling pussy milked him relentlessly, orgasm building and cresting repeatedly inside her.
Carol watched in awe as Ollie’s fat cock throbbed right above her lips, the contractions of Izzy’s labia matching the muscular pulsations as her baby sister milked her baby brother of every last drop of spunk. Ollie stood stock-still above her, his tanned skin sheened with sweat, while she stared up at him, comparing his toned, masculine physique to a bronze statue of a Greek hero, while pride, and love, and deep, deep awe that her little brother was such a perfectly-built male specimen warred inside her; no wonder Izzy had tipped-over without even a token fight when he’d put the move on her!
*
Izzy woke muzzily aware that someone had their arm around her, a large, warm, hand cupping her breast, and what felt like an epic morning wood nestled snugly in the crack of her bottom. As she came awake, the night’s events flooded back, memory wakening to the remembered feel of Ollie jamming his fat cock further inside her than any man had ever gone before, the mind-numbing ecstasy of the gigantic, prolonged orgasm he’d induced in her, and the warm, loving possessiveness of his embrace.
She smiled sleepily at the memory of his whispered words of love and commitment before turning his attentions to Carol, kissing and nibbling both of them until they’d fallen asleep in each others’ arms. Her lips curved in a happy grin as she replayed his tender, powerful lovemaking, reminding herself that she was going to need some more very soon.
Just then, Ollie stirred, the change in his breathing telling her he was awake,.
“Hi Skanky!” he murmured, kissing her lightly on the back of her neck even as his thumb gently flicked her nipple, before gasping as she tensed and clenched her buttocks around his solidly erect cock, squeezing him between the soft, plush cheeks like a velvet vice.
“Jeez, don’t do that, after last night my cock feels like it’s been sandblasted, go easy, please!” he groaned.
Izzy smiled again, before schooling her voice into an almost stern, demanding tone.
“If you call me ‘skanky’ again I’m going to yank it off, got it? And by the way, Ollie Dearest, it’s Saturday, I have nowhere to go, and nothing to do, so I expect at least as much time and attention you gave mu… I mean Carol last night. Fair’s fair, Olliekins; you owe me, and don’t you try and get out of it! And while we’re on the subject, I think Carol’s going to be looking for more of that sweet, sweet loving too, so better eat your Shreddies, it’s gonna be a long weekend!”
Ollie winced internally; what kind of monster had he created here? The thought of two red-hot sexpots like Carol and Izzy making endless, alternating demands on his time and stamina was almost too much to contemplate; for a fleeting second, the admittedly hot and steamy prospect of endlessly boning two hot-babes warred with the idea of a life of solitude and celibacy somewhere in the Outer Hebrides, practising the ancient Highland art of Groin-Clenching, and communing with the occasional passing haddock…
At that, he realised they were alone; Carol wasn’t there, but then, as if the thought had summoned her, she opened the bedroom door and sashayed into the room, her hair pinned-up high on her head and her shoulders beaded with water droplets, with only a brief towel wrapped around her to give the illusion of modesty. Ollie felt his already erect penis twitch at the sight of his older sister’s lush body as she nonchalantly dropped one end the towel, something Izzy noticed immediately, if the sudden jab of her elbow in his solar plexus was anything to go by.
Carol grinned at the by-play as she patted her damp shoulders dry and smoothed the bed-covers before sitting down on the edge of the bed.