Chapter 6

Mel stopped playing with my tits and came to sit on my face, grinding her soppy hot box across my chin and mouth, covering me with her wetness. Then she peeled her pussy lips open with her thumbs and said, “Make me cum.” It was hard to keep my tongue on Mel’s clit, or lick her pussy, while Jason thrust into me, making my head jerk back and forth. Then he began rubbing and circling my clit, and I could feel my climax approaching as he tormented my love button while he continued jamming his cock into me.

Oh, shit, my brother is making me cum, I desperately tried to hold off, but the sensation of having my clit diddled while being fucked was too much. I turned my head away from Mel’s pussy, and hissed, “Oh, yes, ohhhhh, yesssss,” as my climax hit.

Hamish sat above my head, leaning over me, squeezing Mel’s gorgeous tits and tweaking her nipples as my tongue worked overtime, lapping at her pussy while she rubbed her clit. Mel began to moan as she ground her cunt into my face, I looked up through my eyelashes, and I could still see Hamish squeezing and twisting her nipples, making her writhe and moan, forcing her pussy harder against my lips.

Then she shrieked and squirted her love juice into my mouth as she climaxed. Jason was fucking me so hard that he brought me to a second climax, and shortly after, he lifted my legs over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around my thighs, holding me tightly against him as his hips bucked wildly and shot his seed deep inside me.

I couldn’t believe what happened next. Mel got off my face, got between my legs, scooped out my and my brother’s cum, brought it up to my mouth and fed it to me; then she went back for more and did this, time after time. Until she licked the remnants of Jason’s and my cum from my well-used cunt.

I lay on the floor while the others sat with their backs against the couch, recovering. What an evening of debauchery, with me becoming the card game slut, and all of them having a piece of me.

The guys were stroking their cocks back to hardness, looking lustfully at Mel and me. I looked and pointed at Hamish and said, “You ... bedroom ... now.”

As Hamish made to move to the bedroom, I stood in his way, taking a firm grip on his balls and squeezing. He flinched and slightly bent at the waist, and I squeezed them again. “Fuck, Izzy, that hurt.”

“Good, that’s what you get for kissing another girl and playing with her tits.” I gave them another squeeze, and Hamish bent double and groaned. “Your cock and balls are mine. Don’t you ever forget?

“Yes, Isabel, whatever you say.”

“Now, hurry up and get to the bedroom so you can pleasure me.”

Before Hamish and I could go to the privacy of my room, Jason called out, “How about we do this again tomorrow evening, but forget the cards and have a foursome?”

“Oh, I would love that, then I can get Hamish to screw me,” Mel replied.

I thought about the implications of Jason’s suggestion. My brother had fucked me and most likely would again, and I’m sure he had other devious thoughts, that’s why he suggested it. The blonde bimbo would go along with whatever Jason told her, and I’m sure Hamish would be happy to join in. That left me. Could I watch Hamish fuck big tits bimbo, Mel? I thought.

It was Saturday afternoon. Dad was at work, and being a sergeant in the WA police force, he had to work different shifts and was missing most weekends. Mum was out shopping with several ladies, which I thought would be the most boring way of spending an afternoon. My brother Jason was likely at Mellisa’s, leaving Hamish and me alone for several hours.

We sat on the lounge playing tonsil tennis, with Hamish having his hand up my top playing with my boobs when I pulled back and said, “What do you think about our sex life?”

He gave my boob a firm squeeze before replying, “Yeah, good.”

Hamish is a man of few words, and on the weekend, his brain is generally in neutral, sometimes not taking a blind bit of notice of what I’m talking about.

“What! Wow ... thanks. That really turns me on big time. Good, is that all?”

“Enjoyable, yeah, enjoyable,” he mumbled.

“We are only twenty; sex between us should be wild, spontaneous, surprising, out there, knocking one another’s socks off. Why can’t we be like that? We seem like an old married couple, you know.”

“Is this leading to where I think it is? Are you saying this because you’re not happy with me when we have sex? I know I don’t have a place where we could be more spontaneous or screw each other in every room in various positions. I have to stay in a dorm at uni to complete my studies because I live on a farm, and we rarely get to screw in bed ... Are you dumping me?”

“No, I’m not dumping you, but don’t you think our sex life is plain vanilla?”

“I don’t think your Dad catching you naked with me eating you is vanilla, nor when we went to Busselton, and you wore a chastity belt, only to forget the key, and had anal for the first time, and sex on the beach, what about that, and when your brother screwed you in the card game. None of those are vanilla, are they?”

“I agree, but eating me, fucking my brother, that could have been any guy. To me, that’s vanilla. Okay, sex on the beach ... yeah, good and risky, knowing we may have got caught, and our first anal was different, but we both said we prefer pussy. Anal now and then is okay for a bit of a change, but don’t you think we should push our boundaries, surprise the other, have wild sex, do things we haven’t done before, see how far we go and have mind-blowing orgasms? Live on the edge. Like, wow.”