Chapter 16

When the fog of sleep lifted, the previous night’s events flooded my mind. Shifting to my side, I beheld my alluring mother peacefully asleep. The joy of carrying our child radiated through her glowing, smiling face. Ensuring I didn’t disturb her, I tenderly caressed her stomach, moving in a circular motion, grazing the bottoms of her heaving breasts with each pass.

Normally, I couldn’t resist squeezing and kneading her matronly mounds, but I wanted her to rest as much as possible, now that she was pregnant with my child. Savoring the moment, I closed my eyes while connecting with my mother.

Breaking the silence, Mom giggled and rhetorically asked, “You do know it’s too early to feel our child, don’t you?”

Opening my eyes, her smiling face greeted me. I kissed her and replied, “It’s never too early to pamper the mother of my child. Seeing your peaceful smile while you slept sent a wave of joy through me.”

When she kissed me, my hand rose from her midriff and cupped her meaty mound. She moaned in my mouth as I caressed her breast. Our connection stalled when we heard the front door close. Soon after, Dinah, our cat, leaped onto my side, settled down, and began purring.

Noticing the concerned look in Mom’s eyes, I assured her, “Don’t worry. Monica will keep Camila in the kitchen. Dress and join them. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Before I finished dressing, the smells of breakfast wafted through the room. When I walked out to the kitchen, Camila jumped off her chair and ran over to me. I kneeled and hugged her, kissing the top of her head. “Hi, Daddy. I missed you this morning, but then, Mom surprised me when she told me I’d be eating breakfast with you and Grandma.”

“It was kind of a surprise to me, too, sweetie, but a wonderful one,” I replied. “Let’s sit and enjoy Grandma’s great cooking, shall we?”

Before I took my seat, Monica kissed me, her face blushing sheepishly, knowing that Mom and I would still be in bed when they arrived. “Good morning,” my wife greeted me. “I hated to come over so early, but Lisa and I have an appointment with a client this morning. I need to leave right away.”

“You should eat something,” I said, with a concerned expression. “You’re looking after two now.”

Monica smiled and replied, “I know. It’s not my first pregnancy. Lisa and I are going to meet the client over breakfast.”

Mom, remaining silent the whole time, interjected, “Do you want me to help? I know I turned the business over to Lisa, but I thought you and I were to conduct the interviews.”

“That would be the case normally,” Monica agreed. “But our client wants to speak directly to the wife, so I need to be there and I thought it’d be a great learning experience for Lisa.”

“I agree,” Mom replied. “I have the utmost confidence in both of you. Give my regards to Lisa.” She turned and continued preparing breakfast. Monica kissed Camila and me before leaving.

Our breakfast was lively as usual whenever Camila was present, entertaining us with her latest discoveries and activities. While Mom and I cleared the table of our used dishes, I turned to Camila and asked, “What would you like to do today, sweetie?”

She chirped, “Let’s walk to the park and play. Mom told me they have a new slide there I want to try out.”

“The park it is, then,” I replied, resulting in a wide smile from my daughter.

Mom agreed, “It is a beautiful day. I’ll pack us a small lunch and we’ll make a day of it.”

Camila ran over to Mom, and hugged her legs, exclaiming, “Thanks, Grandma. I always have so much fun when I’m with you.”

After locating a nice grassy spot near the playground equipment, we laid out a blanket where Mom and I could monitor Camila engaging with the other children. Nearby, other parents were scattered around us, enjoying the sunny day.

Mom subtly gripped my hand, squeezed it, and asked. “We haven’t discussed it, but when we learn the gender, have you thought about what we’ll name our child?”

While observing my daughter playing, an idea suddenly occurred to me. “I hadn’t really thought about it, but what if you and Camila choose the name, making a game of it.”

Her eyes misted as she murmured, “You’re such a wonderfully, caring father and husband. That’s the perfect solution — I can’t wait to explore children’s books centered around names. If Camila wasn’t here, I’d reward you with a sloppy kiss that only a mommy-slut could give.”

I smiled and replied, “If you did that, I’d have to throw you down and fuck your brains out, like any grateful motherfucker would do.”

We chuckled as we discussed what we’d do to each other in the privacy of our bedroom. At a break in the conversation, Mom sighed and exasperated, “I’m still not sure how we’re going to explain my pregnancy to Camila. I suppose telling her that her daddy impregnated me wouldn’t work, but then again, we can’t tell her that some stranger put one in me. Maybe immaculate conception is an option.”

We shared a laugh and I replied, “I’m confident that Monica has already considered it and has a solution. I’m leaving it in the professional’s hands — yours and my wife’s.

When we returned to Mom’s house in the early afternoon, Monica awaited us. After we exchanged greetings, my wife shuffled me aside, held my head with her hands, and kissed me. “You have to trust me and follow Lisa’s instructions this time. It’s a slightly different variation, resulting in the same outcome.”

I returned her kiss and affirmed, “I’ll always trust your judgment and will do whatever it takes for Lisa’s business to be successful. When am I scheduled to appear?”

“Lisa will provide all the details when you arrive,” Monica instructed. “You need to leave and meet her, as she’s waiting. I’ll keep in touch with her if there are any snags to deal with.”

It had been a while since I visited Monica’s old house, where Lisa had set up her new business. Old memories flashed before me as I sat across from Lisa at the same table where Monica and I began our relationship. My thoughts drifted to those wonderful times of our early courtship when no sexuality existed between us — a close friendship, without the stress of mixing in sexual feelings.

“Sam, did you hear me?” Lisa asked, knocking me out of my contemplative state.

“Sorry, I was thinking back to when Monica and I sat here talking about anything and everything,” I explained. “It’s when we fell in love, but couldn’t express our feelings, due to her marriage.”

“That’s touching, but this is important. Keep focused,” she responded, smiling wide, stifling a giggle.

“You got it, Sis. Are we using one of the bedrooms with the sheet covering her, as usual?” I asked.

“No, we’ve expanded our pregnancy service to include fantasy fulfillment. We’ll be going to the client’s house to service her, but first, I need to rehearse the procedure with you.”

“We?” I asked. “Does she desire a threesome?”

She grinned and replied, “Kind of. She wants to be taken by intruders — you and me, a notorious couple terrorizing the neighborhood.”

I chuckled and replied, “Really? A woman who fantasizes about non-consensual sex? That seems out of the norm. I thought that was just a guy thing, and it’s not really about the sex, more about control.”

“Exactly,” she affirmed. “Affluent women who are catered and cared for, often like to fantasize they’re not in control and are subjected to sexual experiences they wouldn’t otherwise initiate. She wants to be surprised as to what we’ll do, setting very few limits. The finality will be you filling her full of sperm, but not until you’ve made her cum several times.”

“Will we be masked marauders or what? Does she know our names or relationship?” I asked.

“No masks for us or her. Monica disclosed our names, informing her that you’re her husband. We didn’t feel it necessary to let her know I’m your sister.” Handing me her panties, she ordered, “Let’s go to the bedroom and I’ll demonstrate Monica’s choreographed scenario.”

I followed her and it didn’t take her a minute to strip and throw on a nightie. She crawled under the sheet and instructed. “She’ll be sleeping like this when we enter. You’ll sit on her legs to hold her and I’ll restrain her arms. Try to remain in character, as a tough guy, forcing your way on her. Okay, let’s go through the steps.” She raised her arms toward the headboard and held them stiff as if someone were sitting on them.

Complying with her instructions, I maneuvered forward and settled on her legs. She twisted and jerked her body, attempting to free herself. She screamed and when I remembered her handing me her panties, I stuffed them into her mouth, quieting her.

While hearing her muffled objections, I pulled the sheet down, exposing her nightie-clad torso. “What do we have here? It looks like a hot suburban woman that needs some attention. I can’t wait to see those pretty tits.” I unbuttoned her nightie and pulled the material to the sides, exposing her perky breasts. Cupping and kneading them, I said, “Oh yeah, these are some fine-looking knockers.”

Lisa yanked the panties out and interrupted my spiel, “That’s perfect, although she said her nightie is one she doesn’t care for, so you can be a little rougher. At this point, you hold her arms while I tie her feet to the posts before undressing us. Strip down and let’s continue.” She diligently jammed her soiled undies back into her mouth.

My prick bounced upright when I shucked off my pants and underwear. She smiled, seeing the effects of her tits. Despite my constant assurances her smaller breasts were perfect, she remained self-conscious about their size. Nude, I crawled back on her to continue. Without waiting for instructions, I asked, “Okay, little missy. I’ll remove the panties, but if you scream again, you’re going to regret it. Do you agree?”

She nodded her head, her eyes expressing fear. I had to hand it to her — she was a great actress. After I removed her gag, she softly pleaded, “Please don’t hurt me, mister. You can steal anything you want. I won’t scream or call the police when you leave.”

“That’s a better attitude,” I replied. “What’s your name, honey?”

“Susan,” she replied.

“Okay, Susan. Be good and we won’t have to hurt you. I resumed my kneading of her breasts. “You’ve got great tits. When was the last time someone sucked them?” I leaned down and latched onto a nipple while my fingertips twisted the other.”

“Please stop. Take my valuables and leave me alone,” she pleaded but moaned from my attentive mouth.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t dwell on your tits when your mouth needs to be stuffed full of cock,” I lustfully croaked. Inching forward, I flopped my prick against her face, her eyes wincing shut as I whacked her several times with my fleshy baton. Laying the tip on her lips, I ordered, “Suck it in, Susan. Don’t bite if you want to keep your teeth. Do I make myself clear?”

Her eyes widened, along with her mouth, slowly raising her head until the top half of my prick was engulfed in her hot mouth. “That’s my girl. Let’s see how deep you can take me.” I grabbed the sides of her head and yanked her onto me, my cock sinking deeper until it hit the back of her throat. She gagged and struggled to breathe, so I eased out before plowing back in. After a dozen strokes, I withdrew, fearing I’d release.

Her tits heaved as she rapidly panted. She gasped, “That’s perfect. During our interview, she disclosed that her sex has been limited to the missionary position because she enjoys the close contact it provides with her partner. I think a blowjob would qualify as an experience she hasn’t encountered. Everything’s on the table, but I believe finishing her face-to-face would make her very happy — as it would me.”

Taking the hint, I flung the sheet off, exposing the rest of her body. My hands gripped behind her knees, shoving them forward. Her slot glistened with juices — no need to oil up before I jammed my stiff prick into her pussy. She grunted when my balls slapped against her soft ass, my prick buried to the hilt in her hungry hole. Her legs quivered, her muscles straining from her impending climax. After a dozen strokes, her walls contracted and squeezed my cock. Thick, creamy, pussy juice poured from her spasming cunt while her muscles trembled. Without slowing my pace, I fucked her through her orgasm.

After another ten minutes of drilling her cum-filled cavern, I stretched her legs back and melded my body to hers. We passionately kissed while I squeezed her breasts, slamming my prick to the bottom with each stroke. Her long, powerful legs wrapped around me, locking her ankles. Her hips rose off the bed as her back arched, humping into my groin. She fucked like a pro, eager to show off her lovemaking prowess since the first time I took her virginity. After surviving several of her mini-orgasms, my prick succumbed to her tight, wet pussy and thickened while my ballooned head filled with blood and spread her swollen folds.

Her eyes dilated while her pussy convulsed harder than ever. Splashing her insides with hot cum, triggered her pussy into another climax. Our bodies thrashed wildly while we enjoyed the blissful moment of orgasmic completion. When both of us had finished, I collapsed on top of her body, her legs remaining around me, holding me tightly.

“Jesus, you’re something else,” I gasped.

“You too,” she replied. “I hope for our client you’ll last longer, so we can rock her world. I’ll help you when I can. Since you’re the one who knows when you’ll be ready to sperm her, I’ll leave it up to you. According to Mom, you’re fantastic at improvisation.”

“I have my moments,” I replied, chuckling. “When do we meet with her?”

“Not until eleven tonight,” she replied. “She wants it as realistic as possible.”

“Great, it’ll give me some time to recover. We can dine out and take a walk. I need to be at full strength for your first client. We wouldn’t want to disappoint Mom, would we?” I asked, smirking.

“Her and Monica,” she replied “I’m confident in your skills — and your cock.” Her wide, sexy smile sent a chill down my spine, knowing she was still horny for her brother’s cock.

When we pulled up to the gated entrance, Lisa pulled out her phone and entered the code provided her to open the gate. We drove up the winding, long paved drive, and parked in front of the massive estate. Lisa used her app again to unlock the front door. Seeing my awe-struck look, she affirmed, “Did I mention that she’s rich? Really rich?”

“The only thing missing are guards and a doorman,” I joked.

“They have the night off,” she replied, grinning at my surprised look.

Guided by the ambient light of her phone, we made our way up the staircase to the upper quarters. At the end of the hallway, Lisa turned and motioned that we were at the client’s bedroom. We removed our shoes and socks to silence our footsteps, before opening the door and entering.

Soft lights mounted on the ceiling illuminated the room. I reasoned that the woman wanted to see everything clearly. Anticipating an older woman, due to her wealth, I was surprised to see a youthful, elegant face resting on a pillow. From the lack of aging lines and her flawless complexion, I estimated her age to be in her thirties. Her jet-black hair reminded me of Monica’s and my prick jerked, remembering the first time I gazed upon my wife’s black bush.

Her hairstyle embodied the look from the sixties, flipped-out and shoulder-length, her bangs an inch above her brows. Her high cheekbones and cute nose completed her alluring look. She was pretty enough to have any man she wanted. Whatever the reason, it was unimportant, as I was here to satisfy her desires.

The satin sheet rose and fell with her deep breaths. I was certain she wasn’t asleep, but she played along with her fantasy. While Lisa untucked the sheet at the end of the bed and secured her ankles to the posts with neckties, I wandered around the room, examining her keepsakes. Shelves displayed framed pictures and awards from her younger days. I studied each one, taking note of the names scribbled on some of the portraits.

Lisa jerking my sleeve brought my attention to her. Glancing at her handiwork, I knew we were ready to go. Unbuckling my belt, she slid my pants and shorts to the floor, leaving my shirt on. She walked to the front of the bed, ready to secure the woman’s arms. Before I crawled onto the bed, I motioned to Lisa to remove her panties. She blushed, slid them down her legs, and handed them to me.

I suspected her flushed face was the result of her forgetting her plan to silence the woman’s screams. When she silently signaled me it was time, I crawled onto the woman and sat on her groin at the same time Lisa gripped her wrists and pulled her arms straight up. The trapped woman’s eyes flew open and when she was about to scream, I stuffed Lisa’s wadded-up panties into her mouth. Her body twisted, and bumped, trying to dislodge us. She grunted and fought ferociously, fear filling her eyes while her expression turned to frustration.

“We have a wild one, Lisa. Hold on tight until we break her,” I bellowed.

After ten minutes of struggling, she finally calmed down and tried to talk through the soiled panties. Cupping her chin with my hand, my fingers dug into her sunken cheek. Holding her head steady, I gruffly asked, “If you promise not to scream, I’ll allow you to talk, but any funny business and I’ll stick my fist in there along with the panties next time. Do you understand?”

After she slowly nodded her head, I yanked the gag free.

“Who are you guys?” she asked meekly. “What do you want? Are you the couple that’s been breaking into people’s houses?”

“Yup, we’re like a Bonnie and Clyde, but we do it for kicks, not for loot. I’m Sam and my lovely assistant is Lisa. What’s your name sweetie?” I asked, releasing my hand from her cute, puckered face.

“Susan. Please don’t hurt me,” she pleaded. “You can have whatever you want?”

Recalling the names on one of her pictures, I replied, “That name doesn’t work for me. Susie sounds much hotter. You’re Susie from now on.” I knew I struck a nerve when her eyes twinkled and a sign of a smile appeared before she returned to her feared state. “Now, let’s see what Susie’s hiding under this sheet.”

I gripped the top edge and pulled it down to my groin, uncovering her nightie-clad torso. My prick jerked when I gazed upon her deep-brown nipples resting atop her breasts, barely hidden beneath the translucent material. Her nightie buttoned down the front and remembering Lisa’s instructions, I gripped the inside edges and jerked her nightie apart, buttons flying in the air.

“Oh!” Susan gasped, acting surprised, but I knew better as she had informed Lisa she didn’t care about her nightie.

My hands cupped her perky, pale, creamy breasts and squeezed. “God, these are some nice titties, Lisa. Take a feel for yourself.”

Once Lisa’s legs pinned Susan’s arms down, she leaned over, pulling her skirt with her so Susan’s face was within inches of Lisa’s bare pussy. Lisa squeezed and caressed Susan’s breasts for a few minutes before agreeing. “You weren’t lying. This bitch has some great tits. She must like us playing with them because she’s panting and blowing hot air on my pussy.”

“Move back,” I ordered, taking over the tit fondling. When Lisa settled back into position, I sat upright, unbuttoned my shirt, and tossed it to the floor.

“What are you guys doing?” Susan meekly asked. “I told you to take whatever you wanted. Just don’t harm me.”

When I rose and balanced on my knees, I inched forward. When she caught her first glimpse at my bobbing prick, she exclaimed, “You don’t have any pants on! Why are you nude? You’re not going to rape me, are you?”

Settling my ass on her breasts, I held my cock by the base and thumped her neck several times. “I told you before, we’re here for the kicks. Be nice and do what we say and you won’t get hurt. First, you need to apologize for blowing air into Lisa’s cunt. Kiss my tip and say you’re sorry.”

When she hesitated, I gripped her ears and pulled her head to my cock. “Kiss it and apologize, bitch!” I commanded.

She lightly pecked my tip and meekly replied, “I’m sorry, Lisa.”

“That’s better. It’s time for my reward. Suck my cock, Susie,” I ordered.

“Please don’t make me. I’ve never performed oral sex. I don’t know how and I might not do it right. I don’t want to accidentally hurt you, causing you to be angry with me,” she whined.

“Don’t worry and just don’t bite. It’s time to fuck your beautiful mouth,” I gasped, pushing my bloated head through her lips. Her jaw opened, allowing my cock to enter several inches before her lips clamped onto my stem. Her eyes widened, true fear showing as she swallowed her first cock.

“That’s a good girl. I’ll take it slow until you get used to it,” I instructed her. I short-pumped her mouth, her tongue scraping the sides as I went in and out. Hot bursts of air exited her nostrils as she sucked on my pole. “Lisa, she’s a quick learner, sucking like a pro.”

“I always knew high-class bitches were cocksuckers,” Lisa replied, chuckling. “You’re turning me on. I need to strip and enjoy the show.”

Lisa quickly removed her blouse and skirt while keeping Susan pinned down. When Lisa hunched toward me, presenting her perky tits, I obliged and kneaded them. Susan’s sucking mouth became more intense, swallowing in more cock with every stroke.

After a few minutes, I pulled my saliva-covered cock from Susan’s mouth and leaned back. “Jesus, she tried to siphon the cum right out of me. You need to sample her mouth, Sis.” Lisa’s expression turned to concern, hearing me divulge that she was my sibling. To set her mind at ease, I sternly ordered, “You heard me. Obey your brother, turn around, and set your pretty pussy onto her mouth. You deserve it for helping me out so much.”

The fear had long fled Susan’s eyes, replaced with desire and lust. I guided Lisa’s hips until her cunt mashed against Susan’s mouth. “Suck my horny sister’s cunt and make her cum and we’ll take it easy on you.”

Threats weren’t necessary any longer, Susan’s tongue lapped and licked my horny sister’s labia. Lisa groaned as Susan licked her sensitive lips. “Jab your tongue into her hole once in a while. That drives her nuts,” I instructed.

Susan’s tongue darted inside, swirled around, and retreated. Knowing Lisa wasn’t close to her climax, I inched forward, until my prick was near their mouths and said, “Sometimes my sister needs more than a mouth. She loves her brother’s cock stuffed into her tight pussy. Let me show you.”

Grasping Lisa’s hips, I lined her up with my prick and sunk my cock into her snug slot. She groaned as I slid to the bottom. Fully engulfed in her tight glove, I inched forward until my balls rested on Susan’s lips. Her tongue shot out, washing my sack. I withdrew and slammed back into Lisa’s cunt. I pumped her steadily, Susan’s tongue scraping my shaft as I fucked my sister.

Susan’s chest rose and fell as fast as Lisa’s panting. After several minutes, I pulled out and shoved Lisa’s dripping pussy onto Susan’s hungry mouth. Moving to the side, my hand explored under the sheet and found Susan’s slit, already wet and slippery. Jamming three fingers into her slot, I rapidly stroked and within a minute, her body stiffened, hot fluids bathing my fingers. She grunted and groaned, continuing to slurp on Lisa’s quivering quim. Lisa’s orgasm hit soon after, flooding Susan’s mouth with her sweet nectar.

Removing my fingers, I caressed her sunken stomach and ribs until her breathing returned to normal. Lisa turned around and sat by the headboard, inhaling deeply while recovering from her orgasm. Complimenting Susie, I said, “That was a fine job. As a reward, I’m going to suck your tits until you cum again.”

“No,” Susan pleaded. “That’s enough. I can’t take any more orgasms. One is all I do in a day.”

“If you say so, Susie. It’s not going to keep me from chewing on your beautiful tits.” My mouth latched onto her nearest nipple while my fingertips teased her other. I relished in the feel of her puffy, engorged nipples. Her breasts heaved while her hips bumped as I continued to suck and pull on her sensitive nubs. She barely lasted ten minutes of intense pleasure before she grunted and bucked her hips off the bed.

Reaching down, I palmed her pussy, not allowing my fingers to dive into her steamy slot. I pushed down, applying pressure to her covered clit while continuing to feed on her mounds.

“Oh god, I can’t believe it,” Susan gasped. “I’m cumming again.” Her body tightened as she experienced another orgasm. Fluids leaked onto my hand as I applied pressure on her pussy. When she relaxed, I withdrew my hand and licked off my fingers, ensuring she witnessed me slurping her nectar.

“Mighty tasty cum, Susie. I’m going to free your legs. Don’t even think about kicking me. Will you be a good girl and behave?” I asked.

She nodded affirmatively, her smile replacing her fake fear expression.

I rolled off the bed and flung the sheet off before releasing the ties around her ankles. Gripping her calves, I instructed Lisa, “Let her arms go for a minute. I need to turn her over.” When freed, I flipped her, grabbed her waist, and lifted her hips. She collapsed her arms and smashed her body into the mattress, raising her ass and spreading her legs. Her faux objections had diminished — she wanted a good fucking.

Lisa smiled, knowing my next move. “You going to doggy-fuck this bitch, little brother?” Lisa asked, her voice reverting to the intruder tone.

“No,” Susan objected. “I’ve had enough. No more, please. I saw your big cock when it entered your sister and I don’t think I can take something like that. Please, I’ll suck it off for you, instead.” She’d reverted to her frightened state, although her subtle smile belied her speech.

“Not a chance, Susie,” I firmly replied. “Your pussy is too good to pass up. Relax, I’ll go slow and maybe you’ll enjoy it. If you’re lucky, I’ll fill you up with a load of sperm.”

“No,” she begged again. “I’m fertile. Please don’t release in me. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Right now, your horny pussy needs some attention. Widen your legs and prepare yourself for a fucking,” I said, smearing my prick with the juices leaking out of her pussy. Shoving my bloated, ridged head through her outer rim, she grunted from the mild discomfort of my girth stretching her walls. Her juices flowed around my shaft as I shoved further into her gripping glove. Her clinging cunt squeezed and tried to eject my rock-hard ram.

Halfway in, I paused, gripped her ass cheeks, and withdrew to her entrance. She sighed in relief, thinking I would remove my cock, only to scream with delight when I slammed to the bottom of her clamping chasm. I thrust in and out at a rapid pace and after a minute, her walls collapsed around my prick.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Susan groaned. “I can’t believe I’m cumming again. Your prick is hitting areas that have never been touched.”

I continued to hammer her quivering quim through her orgasm, and knew I could take one more without releasing. She took longer to build up again, my rapid breaths shortening. Lisa, recognizing my condition and knowing I needed help, gripped Susan’s nipples with her fingertips and pinched them, pulling and tugging them.

“Fuck! Another one,” Susan grunted. She moaned as her orgasm consumed her, her wet, tight vagina contracting and squeezing, attempting to drain my balls of their precious cargo. Fearing I’d lose it, I pulled my cock out, allowing the air to cool it and stall my orgasm. Her quivering, wet outer lips lewdly opened and closed, begging for more attention.

I gripped her thighs, pulled back, flipped her light body, and spread her legs. Her two-inch wide, black-haired landing strip contrasted perfectly against her white flesh, reminding me once more of my wife’s beautiful body. When I ran my fingers through her silky bush, my prick jerked. “Damn, Sis. Her black pussy hair turns me on.”

“Me, too,” Lisa replied. “It reminds me of Monica and you know how I love sucking your wife’s pussy after you’ve fucked it.”

“You’ll love this one, too. Susie will behave without you holding her arms, especially when you’re eating her pussy,” I remarked, nodding at Susan’s glistening slot.

Lisa scampered between Susan’s legs, immediately licking and slurping Susan’s slippery slot. I crawled toward Susan’s head, holding my prick out, and ordered, “Clean up your mess, Susie. You coated my cock with your cum.”

No words escaped her lips as her hands held my prick and licked it with her rough tongue. Her eyes hungered for more and fearing she’d swallow my cock, I pulled back and watched her joyful expression due to my sister’s talented tongue.

Her tits heaved as she climbed toward another climax. Swiping her tongue along her lips, she pleaded, “Kiss me.” When my mouth neared hers, her hands shot out and curled around the back of my head, pulling me to her. We passionately kissed while Lisa brought her to another climax. Her body stiffened, her hips humping into my sister’s mouth while she groaned into mine.