Darleene leaned over Suzanne's head. She worked her hips in a grinding arc.
Suzanne's tongue and lips shredded Darleene's pubic thatch.
Gnashed her clit to redness.
"Oh, shit," Patrick said.
He clamped the door back shut.
"Got my purse?" Darleene sang out.
Patrick shot his arm through the door.
He dangled his sister's purse from the tips of his fingers.
After Darleene snatched the purse, Patrick's fingers lingered for a second.
Suzanne gripped Patrick's wrist.
"Come on in," Suzanne said.
Patrick peered around the edge of the door. There was Darleene, now partially covered by a pinafore. Suzanne sat cross-ankled, smoking lazily, in a body-stocking unzipped from her neck to well past her navel.
His cock was rock-solid.
The bubbling rush of his blood brought slight dizziness to his head. His hearing was muddled and his vision iced to a misty white.
He now couldn't be certain that he had indeed seen the two women making out. Or whatever it was he might have imagined.
He heard Suzanne address him. Her voice seemed hazy and far away.
"As I said, Patrick. You and I haven't had the pleasure in some time now."
"It's nice seeing you again, Suzanne."
"More than nice seeing you, Patrick. I'd like to see you in action."
"Suzanne. You know my sister's right here."
Suzanne saw the twanger pumping up to blimp-ness in Patrick's pants. The wad of balls appeared to be inflating rapidly.
Suzanne spoke slowly.
"And I also know that you already told your sister all about our fuck and suck. In marvelously embroidered detail. I know because she told me so when I was telling her about it."
"Jesus."
"It's not as if you're innocent," Darleene said. "You know how you used to always try to get me worked up all the time."
"And you did it too," Patrick said. "You tried to make me get a hardon for you, Darleene."
"Precisely," Suzanne drawled.
Smoke trailed from her yip.
Rutsweat glistened on her tits.
Darleene raised the hem of her pinafore.
Twatfur gleamed.
Pussylips parted as she curtseyed.
"I want to fuck."
"Darleene? You kidding? Me?"
Patrick jerked his head toward Suzanne.
"I'll just watch," Suzanne said. "Don't mind me. I won't interrupt."
"Suzanne," Patrick repeated.
"It's okay. I like to watch. I love to watch. But if you'd like-I might get close to the action if it would help things along."
Darleene sat belly-up across Suzanne's lap.
Patrick came up close.
Suzanne shot her arm around Patrick's waist. With one hand, she unbuckled his belt.
Darleene unbuttoned Patrick's waistband.
Suzanne unzipped his fly.
As Suzanne yanked Patrick's pants down over his ass in back, Darleene reached inside his underpants. Patrick's ankles went weak.
His knees creaked apart.
Suzanne whipped his underpants down around his shins. Jabbed his testicles with her thumb.
Darleene took Patrick's pecker between her two palms. Brought her clasped palms to the puckered lips on her face.
Placed prickhead between her teeth.
"Unh."
As Darleene blew Patrick's prick with her peepers closed, she looked as if she were someone mumbling at prayer.
But what Darleene held between her palms was a pecker pure and simple, not alms.
And her prayerful mutterings were tiny nips and chews upon the tip of the prick in her yip.
"Yeek!" Darleene screeched.
A dab of Patrick's dingdong dew bubbled up on the tip of his prick.
Darleene wiped it off with her tongue.
"Yum!"
"There'll be more to come," Suzanne assured.
Suzanne pressed apart Patrick's asscheeks. Drew a fingernail down the crease in between.
Jabbed her finger into sight unseen.
Nicked the rim of Patrick's anus.
"Auough-ahk."
Dirked his pucker with a fingernail.
As Darleene suckered the entire length of Patrick's prong, Suzanne ran her fingertips about his anal asterisk. The puckered ampersand asshole breathed into an opened ring.
Suzanne shot her finger within.
"Urk."
Darleene drew the dick deep within her throat. Clenched cock in her gullet.
Herky-jerked her head about.
Hauled hog in her jowls.
As Suzanne explored Patrick's bowels.
Suzanne had his pucker yawning. She bored her phalanges into Patrick's opened blowhole.
Then Suzanne snagged the edge of his asshole with her fingernails.
She snapped her digits from his bum.
"Unh."
Cradled her paws about his hiney and cock-and-ballocks rig.
Darleene drank the sweat from Patrick's scrotum. She tugged his pudhair between her teeth.
Then gave his prick one more hard suck.
Suzanne tugged Patrick's testicles repeatedly. Kneaded the muscles of his fanny.
Patrick's penis flew into the air. Dropped from Darleene's jaw, his penis dropped, bounced up, then bobbed tantalizingly.
Darleene clenched her knees on either side of Patrick's thighs.
Arched her back. Brought her triangle of furfur up to the level of his hips.
"I want fuck!" Darleene growled.
Suzanne took hold of Patrick's tapered twanger. Gripped it just behind the head.
The stick snapped into the wriggling thatch. Head hammering the cabbage patch.
"Omigawd, Suzanne," Darleene crowed. "It's better even than you said."
Darleene shot her face up.
Kissed Patrick on the forehead.
Patrick heaved his loins with reckless abandon. Prick groped within the outer lips of Darleene's labia. Wrenched deeper.
"Ooh la la," Suzanne said.
She guided Patrick's dong as it came positioned with the cockhead right in the center of Darleene's clove. His hips sank.
"Unh-uhck-uck."
Prick lanced up.
"Fuck me!"
In a razor arc, the blade swerved through Darleene's innards.
Suzanne pushed Darleene into the oncoming cock. Darleene embraced Patrick's waist with her legs and held on for the fuckrut.
"All the way in!" Darleene said. "Is it? It feels like it must be."
"Not at all," Patrick sassed.
"Almost?"
"Nope."
"Halfway at least."
"About a third."
"I feel like a skewered bird."
Suzanne left Darleene stuck on Patrick's prong like a brace of quail on a spit. She swung around behind Patrick's haunch.
Lapped up between his rutting butt.
Suzanne knelt and licked in a circular motion. She ate and chewed down his rumpmeat.
Rubbed her cunt up the backs of his calves. Salved his thighs by dragging her dugs.
"Fuck me more!"
Patrick increased the tempo of his thrust.
"Come!"
Darleene flew out of her skin. She embraced her orgasm as if an old friend.
"I want come!"
Patrick pitched forward.
His penis stuttered out knobs of cloudy prickjuice across Darleene's clit. He shot the cock back into Darleene's split.
Injecting jissorn into the honey of her cunny. Making broth thick arid runny.
"Bravo!" Suzanne belched.
"Thanks, 'Suzanne," Darleene yelped. "You sure helped. Finally I'm fucked."
Patrick continued to thrust twat after the full load of jizz had fumed from his choad.
He looked forward to stoking his prod down into the groveling Suzanne. Once he got off another burst into Darleene.
Patrick closed his eyes.
Dreaming of cream.
Suzanne pressed his flexing asscheeks with both of her opened palms.
Patrick's prick lanced into the cherry pit.
Stretching the lining of Darleene's vagina. Sending snippets of virgin gore in a dribble from her slimeslit.
Caking Patrick's cockstand with fresh blood.
Patrick he would go real fast for the next round. Then bore into Suzanne for the encore. He jerked his prick from Darleene's puss.
Jacked it off while pointing it at her belly. Then training it on her tits.
Aiming it at her mouth.
Suzanne lay back and smoked.