Chapter 24

A groan escaped Susan’s throat as she tentatively touched her cherry pop to the nub of skin that hid her clit. Red juice trickled along the line of tender flesh. My tongue savored the sweet liquid while parting the two puffy mounds of labia.

I took the popsicle away from Susan, opened her lips, and touched the icy tip to her exposed bud. The girl’s hands tried to come to the rescue, but I got my tongue in there first, warming her chilled nub. While sucking and licking the swelling bud, I slid the frozen cherry probe along the length of her parted lips. My tongue followed after, enjoying the mixture of Susan’s excitement and cherry. Susan’s natural zest easily overpowered the artificial flavor.

I quickly and forcefully circled her clit. Her fingers clamped down on the edge of the table, and her legs kicked. I shoved the ice dildo inside her quivering hole, and Susan’s legs slammed shut on my head. The popsicle squirted out. I forced my face in and covered the frostbitten hole with my mouth, shoving my tongue deep. Susan was so wet, and juicy, and open for me. I stuffed more tongue inside and sucked up as much of her as I could get.

Oh, the terrific pain of Susan’s hands pulling my hair while her legs crushed my head. Her feet kicked against my back as she screamed. Finally, she pushed my head back, and I watched as her quivering lips spilled clear fluid down her ass cheeks. Her extreme orgasm pooled around her butt on the table. I kissed Susan and watched her face as she seemed to enjoy her pussy. We shared the cherry pop while kissing. Our frozen tongues would defrost, then we would freeze them again and start over.

I dropped my zipper, ready to finally be inside Susan’s body. She said, “Wait, not here. I want to use my bed.” Wow, we hadn’t used a bed since that first time, when we only half did it.

Susan threw the leftover stick in the trash under the sink. I reached under her skirt and grabbed her ass. She said, “See, I told you, you would never stop touching me.” Susan smiled, knowing she loved the attention of my hands constantly touching her.

As I turned around, she pulled me back against her. She leaned against the cabinet, and she reached around me and took my cock in her hand. “Is this how you do it?” Susan asked as she worked her hand up and down my throbbing shaft. “I wanna jerk you off. It feels so cool in my hand, and standing behind you like this, it looks like it could be mine.” Susan giggled like a little girl and added, “It is mine, isn’t it?”

I answered with a moan as her dry hand ground my skin. “It doesn’t work exactly like that. It needs something slippery, like the inside of your body.”

My balls jumped with surprise as the girl’s tiny fingers covered with hand lotion slipped down over my purple head. “Oh, shit, that’s better.”

My excitement seemed to make Susan’s hand go faster. It was strange to see someone else’s hand doing what mine should be doing. I looked on, fighting the urge to take over, as the little hand beat the length of my cock with almost perfect rhythm. My ass rocked back into her body and thrust forward to meet her downward strokes.

“Oh, fuck, it’s coming.” Susan’s left arm was tightly wrapped around my stomach, holding me against her body, while her right hand rocketed up and down my shaft. My cum blasted across the kitchen while my hand franticly tried to figure out what to do. It was so unnatural not to hold my spraying dick.

Susan held her finger over the opening and deflected the second powerful jet of my fluid. “Wow, that feels so weird, in a good way.” She was thrilled with the power she had over me. My dick continued to mess Mrs. Davis’s spotless kitchen floor.

“Oh, that’s great, shoot a load on the kitchen floor without letting me watch,” Jasmine said as she burst into the room.

I did a stupid spaz dance that must have looked like someone getting electrocuted. Susan quickly recovered from her shock by breaking into a fit of laughter from the sight of my cock bouncing around as I did my jig.

“You two are seriously lucky it’s me and not mom.” Jasmine’s tone indicated she was enjoying this way more than necessary.

Susan seemed to absorb the scary truth of her sister’s words. “What are you doing here! Isn’t Mom picking you up at school after she gets Buster?”

Jasmine ignored the question. “In the kitchen? Oh shit, did you do that where Mom eats her dinner? Oh, my nasty little sister. Even I’d never do that.” Jasmine seemed okay with cumming on the floor, but pussy juice on the table was not okay, somehow?

“Jasmine, do I need to remind you of, hmm, let’s see where should I start?” Susan seemed frustrated that her sister had wrecked an exhilarating moment for her. “Why are you home?”

Jasmine licked her lips. “You are so lucky I got Stacy to drop me off early, or you would have been busted by Mom. She’s going to be here soon because she doesn’t have to pick me up.”

Jasmine’s face seemed a little scary as she approached her little sister. Susan stepped back until she was up against me, and I was against the counter. Susan’s whole demeanor changed as Jasmine’s hand gripped her face. She squeezed Susan’s lips out and then placed her mouth over them. She released her grip, but the kiss continued. My face was just inches from the kissing sister’s lips. I could hear their erotic tongues slapping as they lapped at each other’s faces.

Jasmine released Susan, and she kissed me over her sister’s shoulder. I looked down and saw Jasmine’s hand go under Susan’s skirt. “You are the sexiest little sister anyone could have. Were you going to fuck?” Jasmine asked while her hands worked over Susan’s bare ass.