My thighs spread wide over his face, I gripped his head in between the soft inner muscles of my upper legs and my knees, crossing my feet behind his neck. Passing his arms between my calves and thighs, he held me by the front of my hips, pressing his face eagerly up into my vulva, his fingers stroking my stockings where they stretched tightly over the swell of the upper front of my legs.
Lilia took my shoulders and leaned back, allowing me a full view of his penis disappearing inside her. I marvelled at the white foamy release from their crotches, as she kissed me again. It was an incredible experience. and almost impossible to cope with being kissed by her, licked by him, while watching her ride on his penis, like a whirling dervish as we all three approached our respective climaxes. She lifted the front of my skirt and slip and smiled warmly as she saw his chin under my fatty pad, his jaw working as he licked and probed deep into me with his tongue.
Martin was struggling to hold himself back, as his sister relentlessly gyrated over his pelvis, squeezing the stem of his penis tightly, I saw her stomach muscles contracting and tensing as she held him deep within her tight vaginal grip.
She looked into my eyes, and I saw the intense satisfaction and enjoyment she was experiencing. Kissing me again, fiercely and passionately, she whispered harshly.
“Push down hard on his face with your pussy, rub yourself into his lips, and make him hold his breath.”
“Are you sure, won’t that suffocate him?”
“Yes, and I’m sure he’ll love it. Go on.”
I leaned my weight onto my bum and felt him wriggle as his breath whistled out between my body creases on either side of my vulva. He gripped my thighs tightly, arched his back and made muffled sounds underneath my soft wetness. Watching in fascination, I saw him thrusting upward into Lilia, straining as he ejaculated inside her, the rich fishy mixture of her vaginal fluid and his thick fertile semen flowed down his cock and out over his belly. I was so excited that I squirted over his face, drenching his cheeks, and soaking his hair. I had a strong sensation of pleasure, not quite an orgasm, but it was pretty good anyway. As the light clear liquid from my skene’s glands pulsed out of my urethra, he swallowed as much as he could, tasting the thin salty fluid as it gushed over his lips and chin.
Lilia arched her back, and howled as she convulsed in a reaction to a deep orgasm. Martin also tried to moan in a muffled sort of way, under my bottom, the sound restricted by my soft caressing flesh. Arching her back again, Lilia bent backwards, throwing her head to the rear and opening her mouth in a long wail of complete exultation, I was impressed at sight of the ridges on the pink roof of her mouth, and the almost perfect alignment of her teeth.
Sighing, almost, but not quite fully satisfied. I raised my hips, and he gulped in great draughts of air, his body overwhelmed with sensation, before he lay still underneath me, his warm breath blowing over my engorged labia.
She in turn, slowly rose up on her knees, her thighs gradually straightening. I watched in wonderment as the length of his penis came into view, her vaginal lips vibrating against the ridges along the sides of his shaft, until it plopped out, with a gush of rich semen, and fell limply onto his pubis. Long strands of slippery fluid dribbled out of her vagina, joining her to him with a sort of elasticy string. She knelt there looking at me with an expression of triumph on her face, at what she’d done to him with my help.
In the meantime, he had fallen asleep, completely drained. She indicated with her hand to get off the bed, and we both tiptoed into the ensuite, me holding my skirt and slip up to keep it dry. We washed the inside of our thighs and our crotches, when we finished and dried ourselves Lilia spoke.
“While he’s sleeping, let’s go downstairs and have another brandy.”
“Sounds good to me.”
We sneaked out of his bedroom while he lay there almost motionless, slowly recovering from his exertions. It felt strangely erotic to go downstairs without my knickers, my bare groin and bottom feeling curiously vulnerable as the cool air wafted under my slip with each step I took. Arriving in her dad’s study, she poured us two generous helpings of brandy, and we stood quietly together sipping the warming spirits. She smiled as we looked at each other.
“Well Lucy, how did you like that.”
“It was quite a surprise, and a little bit of a shock. How long have you been doing that?”
“Quite some time Lucy, quite some time.”
I looked at her expectantly as I waited for more explanation.
“I looked after him as he was growing up, I was the archetypal big sister. I was always protecting him, but I did boss him around a lot, more than perhaps I should have. It just happened between us, one evening a few years ago, mum and dad had gone out to a dinner dance and left us alone in the house.”
She paused, smiling to herself at the memory, before continuing.
“We were teasing each other, I’d been bullying him, and he was chasing me around the house, we ended up in my bedroom, play fighting, wrestling. Somehow, we ended up on my bed with him between my legs. I could feel him down there, stiff, hard and excited. Our eyes met, and before we knew it, my dress was up, my knickers were off, his trousers were down, and he was in me.”
Pausing again, as she collected her thoughts, before she continued.
“It just happened, like the most natural thing in the word. He’d laughed at my surprise, and said ‘not so bossy now, are you’. He was right, I submitted to him willingly and it was delightful, better than anything I’d had before, and the thought of it being forbidden gave it an extra spiciness. As you know I wasn’t a virgin, we, you and I, both lost that very early, but I took his cherry, and we were good together. We’ve been at it ever since, and we have incredible sex every chance we get.”
“Go on.”
“It’s difficult to explain, but it’s the most exciting and enjoyable thing I’ve ever done, when I say that we’re really good together, it doesn’t do it justice.”
“Yes, I can believe that, as I watched you, it was almost as if you were one, made for each other, and he was pretty good I must say.”
“Isn’t he though, God, he makes me feel things I never knew I would.”
“Mmmmm, it was good to watch, you’ve taught him well Lilia.”
“At least when he goes up to uni, he will have a great time chasing all the little frillies around, they won’t be disappointed in him either I should think.”
“Won’t you be jealous?”
“No, not a bit, I know that whoever he takes to bed, he’ll always come back to me, he’s mine forever.”
We sipped our drinks, and she topped the snifters up, listening to sounds of him stirring upstairs.
“Would you do me one favour Lucy? A really big one I know, it’s almost impossible to ask, but would you do it for me Lucy, please.”
“Yes of course, what is it.”
“You know how much he’s wanted you?”
“Yes, I’d be blind if I didn’t.”
“Let him have you, let him realise his dream, and let me watch as he does you, please Lucy, please.”