Take Me, Tom Pt. 71-72 by Boo96,Boo96

“Ohh, God, Tom,” she sighed.

“Arms?” I asked, and she raised them as I wiped under each. My smooth cloth ran over each breast, lifting each, and delicately holding them. I kneeled in front of her, just as Emily did the same behind her.

“Spread?” I asked, and she spread her legs, her labia wet, and split.

I leaned, kissing her growing tuft of red hair as Emily did the same on her butt. My lips lowered, as I kissed her delicious vulva. She lurched onto my head, her hands holding her up, as Emily kissed her ass.

“Ohh…that’s…” she softly moaned.

Chrissie turned her head, and looked down at Emily’s face, buried in her cleft. She laid one hand on my head, the other on Emily’s, pulling us both tight against her. Her hips nudged against mine, then pressed backwards to Emily. My tongue slid through her labia, her wetness beginning to seep. My free hand stroked her legs as my fingers grasped her thighs. Emily and I licked and kissed her body, Chrissie shaking with her growing desire. I kissed her vulva and stood up, Chrissie not pleased. I tapped Emily on the head, her tongue still lashing Chrissie’s crack, and she stood up, sandwiching Chrissie between us, as I had my arms around Emily, and hers were around mine.

Emily was kissing her shoulders, as I kissed my sister’s lips. She took my stiff cock in her appreciative hand, and began to stroke me again. Chrissie’s body had this glossy sheen of gel over her. I slid my hands through her, then turned her around, her hands on Emily now. I grabbed the gel bottle and poured a thick stream on her back, enthralled as it slid down her body. It oozed between her ass cheeks, as I slid a finger through it, pressing onto her little bud. Chrissie’s sensitive moans filled the air. I grasped my cock, and laid it along her split cheeks. I pushed onto her, her gasps louder. Emily and I looked at each, as she shook her head, ‘Yes’.

I pushed Chrissie’s head down, her body bending with the motion. Emily held her tight as I prodded my urgent cock into her tight hole. I pushed more gel down her back, coating my prick.

“Hold her, Emily,” I rasped, as I pushed my bulbous head, breaking her seal. Chrissie groaned, and tried to lift her head to look at me. Emily held her tightly. I had my hands on her hips as I slowly pushed my cock into her ass, sliding in a bit, then withdrawing, letting Chrissie get used to my girth. Emily’s eyes were wide with desire.

“Are you…?” she mouthed.

I shook my head, ‘yes’, and slid my cock in further. Chrissie leant over further, knowing Emily would support her. I took one hand, and slowly stroked her back, as I pushed a little harder. She involuntarily spread her legs more, as my length filled her, halfway now. I grabbed the bottle of gel, and poured more on my cock, then dropped it to the floor. I could still feel the soft mist on my back. I pushed a bit more, her muscles grasping my shaft and squeezing me. I nudged her ass once more, and I was buried in her. I kept myself there, feeling my cock shudder, as her body quivered with desire. I pulled out slowly, and slid back in. Emily was looking over Chrissie’s shoulder at this lewd act, my sister pushing her taut butt against me, her hips rocking to and fro, as she took me. She was so fucking tight, and I knew neither of us would last. Emily’s hand swept down Chrissie’s body, and touched my wet cock as I slid in, then out of her most private hole. Chrissie’s fingers were dug into Emily’s ass, holding on and supporting her. She lifted her butt up, took my hardness, and brought it down, her muscles grasping me. I fucked her little ass with three well-placed thrusts, and she came. I could feel her massaging my cock, as my thick sperm streamed inside her.

I thrust deep inside her now, Chrissie taking every inch of me. Emily held her tight, her moans matching Chrissie’s as I grunted, and swore, with every forceful gush. I could feel Chrissie go limp, so I pulled out, her swearing at me as her orifice was empty now.

“You…you basta–,” she began to say, but her breath wouldn’t keep up with her words.

We helped her to the floor, stroking and kissing her. Emily just looked at me, amazed and scared.

“Why…why did you pull…” Chrissie cried.

“Shhh, sweetheart. Breathe. Catch your breath,” I whispered.

Emily lovingly held her head in her lap, stroking her hair, as I kissed whatever part of her body was there.

“Tom! You are a bad fucking brother!” she almost yelled at me.

“Em, no…No, please, sweetie,” she gasped. “I…I love it, darling,” she sighed loudly.

Emily was gobsmacked. I guess we took her to another level, too.

“You’re not getting that THING anywhere my butt, mister!” she exclaimed. She wasn’t amused, as they say. Emily may have liked a finger up her ass, but a cock was a step too far. [Fair enough, I thought.]

“Em, please…don’t be upset, please, sweetie,” Chrissie sighed, her body calming down. I grabbed the clothes, and we washed each other down, Emily half-heartedly washing me.

We safely clambered out of the shower, each of us drying another.

Emily looked at me, muttered, “Pervert,” and continued to dry Chrissie with me. She wasn’t smiling this time, either.

We left the bathroom, and settled in the bedroom, Emily asking Chrissie to sit on the chair. She grabbed a brush and ran it through Chrissie’s tresses. She gave me dagger stares in the mirror, and Chrissie saw the look she was giving me.

“Em! Listen! Tom would never…ever hurt me or do anything I wouldn’t agree to. Understand, honey? I…I like it!” she blushed. “We…don’t do it often, but it’s wonderful, Em. It’s always consensual, all right? He has, and never would hurt me, okay?” she tried to explain.

“But it’s so…so rude!” Emily said.

“That’s probably why I like it!” Chrissie giggled. Emily smacked her head with the brush.

“Em, darling,” she said, and laid her hand on Emily’s. “I like it, okay? If I didn’t, Tom wouldn’t do it. He loves me, cares for me, and I trust him. With everything. Me, my heart, my family, my ass. Don’t be mad at him. There’s no reason for that. Now…behave, Miss!” she smiled.

“I…I don’t get it. Okay, a finger, perhaps, but his…cock? Up there? Fuck, how does it even FIT!” she chuckled now, as she continued to gently brush her hair.

Chrissie broke into fits of laughter.

“Read up on it, sweetie. There are ALL sorts of nerve endings up there that he touches…and I love it. Okay, not always, but when he does, fuck me…” she sighed, and giggled.

“You’re both perverts!” she said, with disdain.

“Don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it, sweetie,” Chrissie giggled.

“Humph!” Emily sighed, and swatted Chrissie again.

Eventually, we clambered into bed, Chrissie in the middle.

“So, you feeling like a MILF now,” I laughed.

“Always, darling man. Thank you…both,” she sighed, and clasped our hands.

“So. This whole fucking your ass thing,” Emily asked, trying to understand its appeal. “Isn’t it, well, degrading?”

“It could be viewed as that, Em. But it’s anything but with Tom. I have given him everything, Em. Completely. He knows what, and when I need something. Tom would never degrade me, honey. I actually think I like it more than he does. Is that true, darling?” she asked.

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