Barbara Jean, her mind in her cunt and her cunt spread out around her sister's devoutly worshipping mouth, nose and tongue, tossed her head from side to side and squeezed Betty's tits repeatedly. Then she twisted slightly until she could line her body up with Betty's and leaned down over her belly, crushing her tits into her sister's flesh and pushing her legs apart, looking into her juice-flowing pussy to where Betty's clit just peeked at her from within its protective pink hiding place.
Gasping in admiration, Barbara's mouth closed on Betty's clit and sucked hard, drawing it tight between her lips and frictioning it lovingly, devoutly, much like Betty Sue was doing to Barbara's clit, closing the mouth-to-clit endless chain of sister-to-sister fuck flesh.
The abrupt noise of footsteps running through the hallway startled Erik. He sat up in bed, wondering what the sounds meant, trying to ignore the throbbing erection that plagued him and had been plaguing him ever since his cock was rudely denied the thrill of its first pussy slide, where he had literally had it jerked away from his first fuck, from sinking his cock and fucking away until he shot his cum up deep inside his aunt's grown-up pussy, thereby losing for once and for all and forever, his abhorrent virginity.
Naked, his cock hard and slapping noisily against his trim belly, his nearly ballsac with its heavy ovoid jewels inside drawn up close to the root of his dick, Erik got out of bed to investigate the peculiar noises that now seemed to be coming from his parents' bedroom.
He walked quietly across the carpeted hall to the door, surprised to find it slightly ajar. The noises were coming from inside his mother's bedroom – noises of slurping, of flesh slapping against flesh. And moans and groans of either pain or enormous pleasure.
Curious, he pushed gently at the door, forcing it open until he could see inside. There was a light on in the bathroom that fell right across his mother's big bed, fully illuminating the incredible scene taking place there.
Erik's mother was naked, completely naked, like he hadn't seen her since he had been a baby, and his aunt was just as wantonly undressed. And they were both rutting into each other's cunts, eating them noisily, the sounds of their cunt-licking hanging as heavy in the room as the mingling odors of their lesbian lovemaking.
His hand unconsciously closed around the rigid, pulsating shaft of his cock and started the up and down fist-fucking motions that had been familiar to the teen for several years already.
As his mother and his aunt groaned and writhed and cunt-licked through their orgasm, his knees bent slightly and he hunched over and pounded his meat for all he was worth, not even stopping long after his semen, jetting in rapid-fire spurts of fresh hot cum, had splattered all over his mother's bedroom door and ran, in sticky white pearl-like streaks, down to the carpeted floor.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Pissed, annoyed royally at being left out of what the teen felt was rightfully his fuck, eighteen-year-old Erik stalked back to his bedroom, leaving his drying semen behind as mute testimony to the incestuous lesbian oral orgy he had accidentally witnessed. Then, he angrily crawled back into his bed to let his frustrated emotions boil and double his annoyance, his confusion.
How could she do this to me? he thought, not sure if he was thinking about his mother or his aunt. All he knew was there were two prime pussies in that bedroom and both of them were getting off while Erik's big cock was getting nothing but some finger marks and fist-fucking friction splotches.
It was impossible for the teen to sleep, so intense was his sexual turmoil, so deep his need to finally throw away his virginity and proclaim his cock and his balls as the knowledgeable necessities of a real fucking man.
The hours passed slowly for Erik, and the sounds of delighted lovemaking, now and then, would penetrate the walls separating him from two very hot cunts.
After their first glorious double orgasm, cumming off together in mouth-to-cunt double ending, they found another marijuana cigarette and shared it in the afterglow of their fuck, feeling the wonderful sensations slowly ebb and ripple away.
Then, as if fresh fuel had been added to their already flaming pyre of perverted sexuality, Betty Sue crawled between her sister's spread legs and butted her clitoris up against Barbara's, slowly and sensually grinding away, mingling the flow of their separate pussy juices, their recent cum, until they were lost again within the heavenly transports of forbidden desire, their next orgasm in a sister induced nonstop string of cum after cum rolling over their stuck together cuntal mouths and making their bodies shudder with the goods feelings that only a clit against another clit can originate.
When they had finished with that cum, Barbara slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom, turning the water on to fill the giant tub and checking the temperature to make, sure it was warm enough. Satisfied that it was, she went quietly into the kitchen and brought two cans of beer back to the bedroom. They drank the beer in comfortable silence, waiting for the water to fill the tub.
The sisters finished their beer and went into the bathroom together, both of them slipping into the extra warm water mid scrunching up close together in the oversized tub. Barbara Jean's back was to Betty Sue and Betty's hips hunched as tight against her sister's buttocks as was possible. Her arms snaked around Barbara's back and cupped both her tits in her palms, slowly and deliberately teasing them, kneading them, pulling and stretching at the elongated, blood-tilled nipples and making them stand out rigidly at attention while she laved them gently with the warm water.
Barbara's hands reached behind her and down until she could squeeze into Betty Sue's crotch, prying at her pussy lips and opening them wider so the warm water could lap up inside her well-fucked cuntal hole and wash away the pussy juices, the heady, almost overwhelming fragrance generated by their hours of nonstop fucking.
Loving the feel of Barbara's hands prying into her pussy, Betty let her hands slide down over Barbara's smooth flat belly and separate the red hairs of her pubic mound, sliding her slick wet fingers over her sister's clitoris and right into her fuck hole, holding it wide open and, paddle fashion, rushing water into it.
"Oh, Betty," Barbara said, "no one could ever wash my cunt out quite like you do it. You make me feel so good, so loved. I could just stay like this with you forever."
Betty Sue laughed and nuzzled against ha sister's neck, kissing and nipping at her wet shoulder with her teeth, being careful not to break the akin.
"If you just had a cock," Barbara Jean said, "I'd never leave you."
"And probably you'd never let me take it out of your cunt as well," Betty Sue said, and both sisters laughed again.
Then, finished with their bath, they stood up and each of them took towels, carefully drying the other off, paying special attention to each sister's breasts, to her pubic area and in between her smooth thighs. Then all around their buttocks and deep within the moist, warm crack of their asses and around the delicately puckered ring of their assholes as well. Finally there was no more water to be dried from either of their bodies.
Back in the bedroom, the first faint rays of dawn were penetrating the yellow-draped windows and both girls seemed to notice it at the same time. Betty Sue, really exhausted from a long and quite eventful day, found herself suddenly, weak. She yawned and stretched.