lips stretched tightly around his swollen cockflesh.
He groaned from the sensation, and began to lift his head, causing his lips to slide up his shaft. I followed with him, licking over the newly exposed skin, tasting the mixture of his spit and leaking pre-cum.
When we reached the head, our tongues met as we both licked over the spongy knob, searching for any remaining traces of his juices. I speared the tip of my tongue into his cock slit, as his tongue danced around my lips.
Tightening my lips, I pressed down on him, taking his thick cock into my mouth. Its bumpy underside slid over my tongue and my lips stretched wide. I kept pressing down until the head lodged into the back of my throat. I had gotten it in farther than he had, but there were still several inches left at the base of his cock. I began to bob my head, sucking him tightly as my lips rode up and down his dick.
He groaned and nuzzled into my hair, kissing my cheek and ear.
After several moments, I slid my mouth off and held his cock in my hand, aiming at his mouth. He leaned back down and took over, and I returned to the bottom, licking and sucking at the base of his cock.
I had never been hornier in my life. What we were doing, and the fact I was doing it with my brother, combined to make my cunt pulse with wet desire.
We switched off again, and I sucked him deep, wishing I could take him all the way in. My throat made wet choking sounds, but I still pressed down hard as my lips strained to go lower.
His breaths were getting short and quick, and I knew he was getting close. Removing my mouth from him, I once again turned his cock over to his own lips. This time, I gripped his shaft down low, and as his head bobbed up and down, my fist followed it, stroking up and then down, matching his rhythm.
A low groan began in his throat and he picked up speed, driving his face down on his jutting cock, his lips making wet slurping sounds.
“Come for me, baby,” I whispered. “I want to watch.”
His groans rose in pitch, and I could see the muscles of his legs cording, as his body twitched in anticipation of his orgasm. His eyes were closed in concentration as his mouth rode up and down his cock.
“That’s it, baby,” I said, combing my hand through his hair, “Your sister wants to share your cum.”
I wasn’t sure if my words put him over the edge, or he was ready anyway, but he let out a loud grunt and a shudder went through him. His mouth pressed down, and his cock pulsed in my hand as the first jet of sperm surged up his shaft and into his mouth.
His groans continued and his muscles spasmed, but he kept his mouth locked around his cock as more bolts of warm cum jetted up and into his mouth. He breathed harshly through his nose as his lips fought to maintain the seal. But finally, I saw a thin line of white escape from the edge of his lips, and I quickly leaned down and licked at it with my tongue.
More cum escaped, and I worked desperately to capture it all, licking and lapping around his lips. His orgasm ebbed, and he slid his lips off his quivering cock. I followed him up, and as soon as his mouth was clear, I kissed him hard. He straightened his back, and I climbed up on to his lap, keeping the kiss intact.
I pried at his lips with my tongue, and he finally opened them, allowing his seed to spill from his mouth into mine. I opened my mouth and took all of it, loving the feel of the warm cream on my tongue. I swallowed a big gulp, but it continued to pour from his mouth, and I kept swallowing until it was done. Then I pressed into him, my tongue invading his mouth, searching for any remaining traces of his seed.
We kissed for several minutes, then, finally, I pulled back.
“Oh god, that was so fucking hot,” I said, trying to catch my breath.
He smiled. 'I never knew this sexual creature was living in the room next to me.”
I grinned and laid my head on his shoulder. But our rest was short-lived, as we were both startled by the sound of our garage door opening.
He leapt off of me, snatched up his clothes, and ran back to his room. I wiped my face on my sheets, threw on my pajamas, and went downstairs to greet my parents.
Mom looked closely at me, and asked if I was coming down with something. I told her I felt fine, never better. A few minutes later, Zack came down wearing sweat pants and a T-shirt. Mom asked us if we wanted popcorn, and we said sure. So, ten minutes later Zack and I were sitting in our living room, munching on some popcorn, watching a movie, and trading mischievous grins.
It was going to be a fun summer.
A Very Wicked Fairy Tale, Eight Maids A Milking
'Were not I thine only nurse, I would say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat.'
In the village of Umberton, deep in the wood live eight fair maiden sisters, each born within nine months of the other and as beautiful as the next.
The girls were orphaned at a young age, but before their deaths, the girls’ parents confessed that each of the sisters had the curse of virginity laid upon their fair heads and could not be lifted. You see, their parents, as relatives, formed an unholy union and were banished from their town by the King who also cursed the couple’s unborn children. Their parents further explained that if the sisters attempted to fornicate with a man, especially when children, the girls would burn until there was nothing of them left but ash and soot. The girls lived in the cottage in the wood their parents left to them upon their deaths and as they grew and began to know the feeling of desire, reminded each other of the curse. And over the years, they shunned many male suitors for fear of being burned alive, but as Ella, the smartest sister of the eight pointed out, they were only required to stay away from fornication with men. This realization made the girls very happy as they all experienced the ache of longing at the same time. They found each other and some of the women in the village to be suitable to take their ache away for short bursts, but they craved the flesh of men.
On the day of the youngest girl’s eighteenth year, the oldest sister Elizabeth had a great gift for the sisters and proclaimed they should all seek to be deflowered.
“But what of the curse?” Bettina, one of the middle girls asked.
“I’ve spoken to the old witch who lives in the corner forest by the mighty tree. The curse will be lifted if we fornicate at the first full moon, as long as we are all together. But we mustn’t wait,” Elizabeth said.
“But I like what we do to make each other feel good. And I especially like what I do to make myself feel good. Why do we need a man?” Alyssa the wickedest maiden asked.
“We need a man to lift the curse.” Elizabeth said and smiled. “But we do not need to stop doing what we do to each other or ourselves.”
“Good, and if you don’t mind, I need to take my bath now.” Alyssa said and kissed Elizabeth on the cheek and left.
As it was a beautiful, balmy day, Alyssa took her bath in the large tub in the garden. She poured the soft spring water, warmed by the sun, into the large basin. She undressed; her skin glowing in the afternoon light. She sprinkled rose petals, which reminded her of the velvety lips her sister’s cunts and poured a stream of thick cream into her bath. Her large breasts heaved up and down as she stepped into the tub and lowered her hourglass figure into the warm water.
As her sisters, Alyssa was a beautiful girl, with big almond-shaped eyes the color of sea glass and a full, red mouth. Her lips sucked on many cunts throughout the village, sucking at the bud that brought women so much pleasure like sucking the meat from an artichoke leaf. Alyssa knew her breasts to be the biggest of her sisters and they brought her much wicked pleasure, especially when she lifted the dense orbs to her beautiful mouth and sucked on the nipple like a baby to its mother’s tit. Her dark hair curled over her smooth shoulders and down her back and her ass, firm, large and high was extremely sensitive as she sat fully immersed in the milky, rose-scented water.
She spread wide and hitched her legs over the sides of the tub as she leaned back and stared at the blue of the sky. She closed her eyes when her thoughts turned to the maid Therese who lived in the cottage next door.
