Just when I thought I couldn’t hold back any longer, she stopped. I ached for release, and she wanted to make me wait. She rose up, and moved her body, positioning herself over my cock, grinning impishly.
With a sly smile, she slipped it into her amazingly tight ass. Unable to hold back, I came the moment I was inside her. She wasn’t finished with me though, and her firm ass kept my cock hard.
She slowly worked her body up and down, and my seed provided some slipperiness as it coated inside her. She kept her body moving and writhing and her handful sized breasts jiggled enticingly. Soon, she was pounding away furiously, taking the full extent of my shaft deep inside her.
She dug her fingers into my chest and bit her lip as she impaled herself on me again and again. I could not believe my sweet baby sister was in my bed, with my cock buried so completely inside her ass, and I was quickly returning to the point of ecstasy. Unable to handle any more, I pushed her over onto her back, and started pounding into her with reckless abandon.
She buried her fingers into her pussy, and wave after wave of her orgasms poured over me, and I picked up my pace. Soon, Angie was gasping, and begged, “Come! Come in me.
I want you to come in me, please!” With that, I just couldn’t hold back a moment longer and let go with a torrent. When I did, it was too much for her, and she unleashed a torrent of her own, and dripped down her body and wetted my balls with her juices.
I lay back, panting, and Angie set about licking my balls and shaft clean. She then leaned in, buried her tongue in my mouth. After a few moments, she leaned out, kissed me on the forehead, and then left my room to get dressed for school.
At school, things seemed back to normal for the girls, but it was hell for me. My friends kept going on about their weekends, and who they claimed to have made out with, and on and on. Of course I couldn’t tell about my amazing weekend, and even if I could, who would believe me?
Angie and Shayla passed me in the hall a few times that day, but didn’t give any real indication that anything had happened. By the end of the day, I had started wondering if maybe I had dreamed the whole thing up or something. After school, I walked out to my car, and Shayla was waiting for me.
“Hey, could you bring me to the mall on your way to work? Daddy said he’d pick me up from there if you could drop me off.” I shrugged and unlocked the doors.
As the bus Angie and Shayla normally rode home pulled out, I could see Angie in the window staring at Shayla with anger. We were a mile out when I heard Shayla unbuckle her seatbelt. “Hey, I thought of a way to thank you for the ride.
I hope you don’t mind.” Without waiting for an answer, she had my fly open, and was pulling my rapidly hardening cock from my jeans. I nearly drove into oncoming traffic when I felt her warm, wet mouth envelope me, and her grunts of effort had me seeing stars.
She would stop and gasp for air every few moments, and then dive back down to keep driving me even wilder. She pulled up her skirt, shoved aside her panties, and started rubbing her nearly hairless pussy rapidly. I could feel myself getting light headed, and found a back road to pull down so I could park before I had a wreck.
Shayla looked up at me and said, “I thought you’d never get the hint.” She hit the lever to move my seat back and quickly climbed into my lap. Her tiny breasts shoved out at me through her shirt, as she positioned her dripping pussy over my fully attentive shaft.
With a gasp, she pushed down onto me. I could feel her come immediately, but she wasn’t content with just that. After her body quit shaking against me, she began to lift herself up.
She gripped my seat for leverage, and started bouncing up and down furiously. I gripped her firm ass, and pulled myself deeper into her. Then she would lift up again, almost completely, and then I would pull her back down, until I was fully inside her again.
She gasped, “Oh God. Oh, put your finger in me. I want you in both of my holes.
Fuck, I need you so badly.” Using her juices to wet my finger, I began working my finger into her little hole, and she groaned in reply. She began rocking faster, as my cock filled one hole, and my finger was buried to the knuckle in the other.
She started shouting, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” And I could feel her body begin it’s now familiar convulsing. She drove her tongue down my throat as she drove my cock deep into her belly.
I exploded inside her, and she returned the favor as orgasm after orgasm shook her body. Panting and exhausted, we sat embraced for what seemed forever. Soon she started stirring again, and my spent shaft still inside her began to come back to life.
With renewed energy, her firm buttock began rising and falling with a slow but steady rhythm. She punctuated each drop with a light bite to my neck, sending amazing sensations down my spine with each thrust. The steady pace, following the fevered pace from before, was a welcome relief.
Her soaked panties rubbed against the side of my cock as she maintained her hypnotic movements. I ran my hands under her shirt, and slipped my fingers beneath her bra, and began tenderly massaging her breasts and nipples. She unbuttoned her shirt, and unhooked her bra, then pressed her chest into my face.
My tongue worked her nipples, and I started sucking on them with abandon. The harder I sucked, the faster her pace became. Soon we were furiously writhing, with her pussy making slurping noises with each fevered push.
I felt her again and again convulse in orgasm, but she maintained her frantic pace. At the moment of truth, she practically leaped from me and buried my cock down her throat. I exploded down her throat, and she gulped down every drop of my seed.
After a few intense moments, I began to wither in her mouth, and she rose up and ran her tongue across my lips, sharing the taste of our combined fluids. She climbed back into her seat, then pulled her soaked panties off. With a grin and a laugh, she wadded them up then stuffed them in my glove box as a souvenir.
I breathlessly started the car back up, and drove her to the mall before driving to my part time job. My boss griped at me for a few minutes for being late, and I had to just let him, because there was no way I was telling him why. After a lecture about responsibility, I got to work and tried to keep myself occupied.
I got home late and the house was quiet. I headed straight to the bathroom, and stripped down for a shower. The smell of Shayla’s juices still clung to my balls, and I could smell their sweet flavor, instantly making me rock hard.
I climbed in the shower, and stood with the hot water pouring over me, while I gently stroked myself to the memory. I stepped out of the water and opened my eyes, to see Angie, naked and wet from the steam, standing in front of me in the shower. She was looking down at my hand on my cock, with a hand on her hip.
“Hey, you know you don’t have to do that yourself. You just let me know when you have a need, and I’ll be happy to help.” She pushed me out of the water stream, and let the water pour over her curves.