Chapter 2

Sheila’s mouth and chin areas glistened with Charlene’s spilled passion when she lifted her face from her sister’s crotch. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at Charlene’s face. She’d enjoyed that, no doubt about it.

“Sis, how much pussy have you eaten? Really,” Charlene asked tiredly.

“None ... ever. You’re my first,” Sheila replied.

“Goddamn, you sure have it figured out. I’m still twitching inside.” Sheila gave a small laugh.

Glancing over at me, then down at my dick, Sheila quickly reached out and caught a dollop of precum before it dripped. After licking it from her fingers while training those sparkling blue eyes on me, she said with some amusement, “Steve still hasn’t cum yet. He needs it, I can tell. His dick is leaking.”

Charlene lifted her head to look first at her sister, then at my dick. “I’m too fucking blissed out to think of anything to do. Do either of you have any ideas?” Ooo, I waited to see if Sheila would volunteer anything. As I watched her, she blushed bright red again. I waited as she lay there between Charlene’s legs, looking down at the sheets. After several seconds, I realized she might be waiting for permission to make a suggestion.

“What’s your idea,” I asked Sheila. The blush deepened.

Lifting her head to look at her sister, then me, she offered, “If Charlene’s not too tired, I’d like to sit on her face while you fuck her.” The words were obviously directed at me. What a good little sub.

“Give me a minute,” Charlene said. “Let’s pass a joint first.” We all rearranged ourselves on the bed to sit cross-legged facing each other. Charlene grabbed the tin beside the bed and pulled out a joint and lighter. Once she had it fired up, we passed it around a few times. Ashes and the roach went back into the tin which went back to the side of the bed. Aahhhh, that was a nice, energizing buzz. There was no conversation and, since the idea of sex was on hold, my dick went limp. Some precum still oozed, though.

After the break, I lay back down on my left side, watching the two women.

“We haven’t talked about anything since I left. Steve’s about what you two have done, so I have some idea, but I’d like to hear your side of fucking my husband.” Charlene’s gaze was fixed on Sheila as she spoke in an almost accusatory tone. Sheila’s expression turned into the “caught little girl” that I’d seen often when I reminded her that our sexcapades were to punish her for theft.

“What do you want to know,” Sheila asked in a soft, submissive voice. She looked down again to avoid her sister’s eyes.

“Start with the things you’ve done, both together and alone. Details are important, as is how you felt about what was happening.”

Sheila basically went through the chronology of our encounters and of her masturbations. Apparently, I scared the fuck out of her the first night, especially when I forced her to swallow my cum by pinching and twisting her nipple until she cried out, then closing her nose before she could inhale. That made it so she had no choice but to swallow. She told about me penetrating her dry on the couch while she was asleep, something that was almost as painful as when I first took her ass, which was also unlubed. What I didn’t know was that when I was done and back in bed, she used my cum on her belly to masturbate with. Mmmm, that was fucking dangerous. We HAD to get her on the pill.