"Ohhhh, that's so gooood! I can feel that brotherly prick touching the very bottom of my cunt. Oh fuck me, Kyle, fuck me! Give our little friend here the thrill she craves, but do it for us too, and make it as perfect as it always is when we screw each other!"
Marcy knew that most of the talk was to excite hey further, but she didn't care. Karla's thighs were rubbing against her cheeks, and her nostrils were filled with the mixed odors of the girl's reddish-gold glory, and her brother's hot shaft. Her head was spinning from the miasma of erotic smells that swirled in her brain, filling it with wild lusting images that caused her buttocks to circle slowly. Her fingers became wetter and more frantic in the steaming vault of her sex.
"Do it, Karla… fuck your brother… oh Karla, darling," Marcy babbled, as she watched the girl lift herself time after time and saw the swollen-lipped pussy swallow the full length of Kyle's cock as he thrust up to meet her.
Karla's breath was coming in gasping little sobs, and Kyle was panting as the tempo of their movements and their excitement increased. Marcy could see the joining of the two golden bodies, and hear the slurping sounds of hard man meat driving in and out of soft wet cunt. The sight and the sounds were driving her wild.
"Deeper, brother mine, deeper and harder!" Karla howled, and Kyle arched his back and sent his pelvis upward, bouncing his sister toward the ceiling as he buried himself to the hilt in her.
Kyle grunted then, and Marcy's face was so close to the interlocked flesh that she could see the throbbing pass through the stretched skin of his cock. The blue veins up its side swelled suddenly just before the torrent of his orgasm flooded into his sister's pulsating pussy.
Marcy's fingers were twisting in the swampy depths of her sex as she watched the hot cream fill Karla and run back down the shaft. She could feel the heat of the cock juice and smell its musk. She could almost feel what Karla must be feeling as it spurted deep into her inner recesses. She heard the other girl moan, saw the pert buttocks roll with pleasure, and then heard the gasp of Karla's cuming. Engulfed in a fog of their combined aromas, and with Karla's thighs sliding sensuously against her cheeks, Marcy became aware that her head was resting on Kyle's legs. His sister slowly and reluctantly removed her dripping sheath from his still-hard weapon.
"How was that?" Karla asked, rolling off her brother. "Did we make you cum?"
"Not quite," Marcy said, her fingers still unashamedly deep in her pussy, and her glazed eyes riveted to Kyle's unflinching shaft. "It hasn't gotten soft yet. Even after that, it's just as long and thick as before."
"Yes, isn't that nice?" Kyle said, almost smirking as he looked down at the tower of his manhood rising from the thicket of red hair between his thighs. "It's one of the blessings of a good heritage."
Marcy's hand reached out to touch the jutting pole. Her fingers stroked up and down the sides, still slick with Karla's juices and his own. It pulsed slightly, and her hand tightened around it hungrily. She wanted it in her mouth or in her cunt, and she didn't really care which.
"You did that, baby?" Karla whispered, reaching around the girl to rub her palms over her turgid nipples. "You like hard cock?"
"Yes, yes," Marcy mumbled.
"She's really something, isn't she?" Karla laughed. "She's nearly out of her head just from watching us. Look at her! I don't think she even knows where she is. We could do anything we want with her."
"Darling, we are going to do anything we want with her," Kyle said, grinning at the way Marcy was clinging to his cock with both hands.
The head of the erect shaft throbbed against Marcy's palm, and the fingers of her other hand curled under the heavy balls at its base. She lifted them slightly, delighted at their heaviness, and at the wiriness of the pubic hair that surrounded the cock and spiraled up onto the base of his belly. Then, as Karla moved around to the side of her, she took one hand from the hard male flesh and slid it to the mound between his sister's thighs, her fingers searching along the puckery cunt lips, still stretched from the recent fucking.
"Why don't we get into the water now?" Kyle said. Karla nodded, and they each put an arm around Marcy and lifted her between them, before stepping off the edge and landing in warm water up to their waists.
"Isn't this nice and sexy?" Karla said, swinging Marcy around to face her, the motion of their bodies making the water splash up onto their breasts.
Putting her hands on Marcy's waist, Karla drew her close. Marcy gasped as their naked bodies came together, never having dreamed women's bodies could fit together this way. Breasts sinking into breasts, bellies clinging against bellies, and thighs twined, they balanced themselves with their feet wide apart. The most deliciously intimate and erotic touching was, of course, at the apex of the two sets of legs. Marcy felt the cushiony mound of Karla's cunt pressing into hers, and the rotating pressure of wet flesh opened the seeking cunt lips and flattened them against each other. Marcy's clitoris swelled and throbbed, as Karla's hard little bud touched and circled it.
Kyle splashed water on them playfully for a few minutes, and then came up close to join the fun. He ran his hands caressingly over his sister's gently undulating buttocks, while he kissed her neck and shoulders and finally traced his lips down her breasts to where they joined Marcy's. Then he did the same thing in reverse for Marcy, his hands coming up between them to fondle both pairs of breasts and pinch the nipples, until both girls moaned with passion.
Reaching for a bar of perfumed soap, he began to work lather all over them. Marcy made a purring sound as he reached from behind her to spread suds over her breasts. Then he did the same for Karla. His hands stroked and teased, fondled and caressed, and traveled over shoulders and backs and buttocks and around to the soft bellies. The slippery, sliding feel of soapy hands on already sensitized skin caused thrilling sensations Marcy hadn't been aware existed. And through it all, Karla managed to keep their revolving, burning pussies locked together.
Marcy was amazed at how easy it was for her body to respond to a woman's, and at how deep the mutual pleasure was.
And Kyle was doing everything possible to increase that pleasure. His hands were everywhere at once. The soap rubbed down Marcy's spine, over the moons of her buttocks, and dipped into the crevice between. Then he was lathering his sister's pert bottom and golden flanks. Up his hands came, separating the bodies briefly, except for the gently rotating love nests, and resoaping their breasts and bellies, working long and lustfully on Marcy's hard nipples and his sister's large, pointed ones.
"So much titty," he murmured, bending to pull each nipple in turn into his mouth, and suck hard until all four stood erect in rigid thickness.
Marcy's breath was coming in quick little gasps, as Karla shifted position slightly and rubbed her clit downward to tease the open lips of Marcy's palpitating cunt. The tiny, stiff nubbin excited Marcy until she could hardly stand it.
Kyle's hands were on their bellies, dripping lather and letting the suds seep between the joined cunts. His fingers followed the soap, and Marcy felt them force the labia apart. The sting of the soap on the delicate flesh only served to arouse her more, especially when a finger worked its way into her cunt.
She moaned aloud when the finger was withdrawn so that Kyle could do the same for his sister. Marcy reached out blindly to find Kyle's flat belly, and stroked down it to find the surging shaft of his manhood.
"You like that prick, baby?" Kyle said huskily. "You want it?"
Karla's hand joined Marcy's, her fingers encircling the thrusting cock just below Marcy's.