Blanche giggled wetly. "Don't tease," she mouthed, enjoying it.
Her thighs gripped his cheeks gently, and he watched with interest the lips of her wriggly little hole opening above his face. Then Blanche let herself come down, softly and wetly with a low squelching sound. Cecil's tongue slid out…
Blanche closed her eyes, slicked her tongue over her lips as she felt Cecil thrust in. This part she liked!
Cecil's tongue squeezed between her vaginal lips, pushed in deeply. He slued it around in the way that Blanche had told him she liked, then withdrew it gently, slowly. It was covered with a thin film of vaginal moisture. Cecil savored it and liked the taste! He thrust his tongue in again, harder this time, keeping it in longer, reaching to the farthest corner of her developing vagina that was possible for him to touch with his tongue. Blanche groaned softly, so he withdrew his tongue, sucked the wet tissue drawing in a mouthful, caressing it with his tongue then pushing it out, thrusting it into her vagina as far as he could.
"Now now my itty lump " Blanche whispered, writhing her buttocks in anticipation.
Cecil's teeth delicately clasped on her clitoris. His tongue touched the tip. It weaved with tensile excitement. His lips encircled her oozy little hole, his tongue slid in, slipped out, went onto her clitoris and teased it, then thrust into the wetness of her cunt again.
"Faster," Blanche mouthed. "More – "
The saliva dribbled out of the corners of Cecil's mouth; his lips pulled frantically on the soggy tissue around Blanche's cunt; his tongue caressed the tiny, tortured tip of her frenetic clitoris… Then the moans began. They bubbled from Blanche's lips in a high stream of sound. She writhed her flesh with involuntary tremors, dragging her moist cunt off Cecil's mouth, then plunging it down again with sticky intensity. Her vaginal lips sprang open, clenched shut, with each spasmodic burst of orgasmic excitement. Cecil felt the sweat pouring off his forehead, shook his head slightly without ceasing his oral manipulations then blinked open his eyes and stared into the dimness… at Alma standing at the half – open door of the lean – to. Her eyes were riveted on Blanche's bubbling, spasming cunt.
For a brief, awful moment Cecil's mouth stopped moving. Alma's eyes moved down, rested on his. Then Blanche mewed, "Don't stop, Cecil! Don't stop!" Her voice arced high. "Cecil! Don't stop!" And as Cecil sucked with an instinctive reaction, Alma dropped her eyes, then moved softly back from the lean-to's door.
"Oooh, Cecil " Blanche moaned with a groan of relief, " I had an an iggly squiggly!"
He leaned back, breathed deeply as Blanche eased her satiated little body off his sweating flesh.
"I had a real iggly squiggly!" she mouthed. The lips of her cunt were still opening and closing spasmodically after her orgasm her real iggly squiggly! as she leaned down, kissed Cecil wetly on his cheek, then whispered her usual words: "You're so sweet, Cecil so, so sssweet!"
He watched as she wrapped her skirt around her sexed – up little body, wondered whether he should tell her about Alma, decided to wait, and walked with her, hand in hand, back through the garden and onto the terrace.
Alma was sitting in the lounge by herself when they entered. She glanced up, fixed an intense stare on Blanche's too – bright eyes, flushed face, and jerky, trembling movements.
"We we've been walking," Blanche panted quickly, though Alma had not spoken. "It's so nice tonight " she smiled slyly at Cecil, then murmured, "I I'm going up to bed." She scurried to the stairway, began to sidle up, then paused, caught Cecil's eye, and gave him a wink. Then, after she had spewed out her lips, lewdly, suggestively, her rounded legs flashed as she streaked up to her bedroom.
Cecil looked at Alma apprehensively. "I I guess I’ll go to bed, too " he began, but Alma interrupted him.
"Joe's gone," she said, then: "Mom went out in Brad's car so her car is out front." She paused and there was an expression in her eyes that Cecil had never seen before. "I have my permit now," Alma added softly. "I'm going out for a short drive." She met Cecil's eyes boldly, then said, "Come with me!"
She rose to her feet and moved toward the front door. Cecil glanced toward the upstairs hall, but Blanche was out of sight. So he followed Alma to the door like an obedient little brother.
For the second time in the same night Cecil thrust his tongue into the wet inner regions of a female's body.
It was the second time that he sucked at the wriggly little, oozy little hole of his sister. But not the same sister!
Alma was older than Blanche, but she wriggled her bottom in the same excited way. She opened and closed her thighs with the same jerky, excited movements that Blanche had used and her moans of delight when he seized her little lump between his teeth and licked it, tickled it, and teased it were just a little deeper, just a little louder than the noises that Blanche made when he did the same thing.
"Suck, suck, suck Cecil!" She spewed the words at him, gripping his face between her wet, pulsing thighs; then the groans gutturalized out of her throat, she smothered his face with the wide squashiness of her clinging cunt, and thrust herself downward with a strength that Blanche did not possess. "Oh, you little prick, Cecil you sucking, lovely little prick!" she muttered when he finally fell back exhausted.
He heard her words with confusion and anger. How could she call him that? Blanche told him that prick was the name of the long, ugly thing that… "Don't call me that, Alma," he bleated, his voice sounding higher than he intended.
"What?" Alma asked. "What, Cecil?" Her voice was soft and tender. She didn't sound mad at him at all anymore.
"Don't call me prick!" he piped.
Alma smiled down at him, then stretched out her hand, stroked his face. "All right," she said, still smiling. "If you don't like it I won't call you that!" She pulled him upright, then leaned her face toward him, kissed him on the mouth.
He drew back, embarrassed. "My mouth " he murmured. "You shouldn't have kissed my mouth!"
"Why not?" Alma's eyes opened wide.
"Not when I I’ve just been kissing you there!" He reached down, touched the corner of her still wet, still pulsating vagina.
Alma laughed. "That doesn't matter." She took his face between her hands, kissed him gently, then more deeply.
Cecil let her tongue probe into the secret corners of his mouth. He liked it. He liked it even more because he knew that Alma liked it, too.
Suddenly Alma drew her face back and looked down at him. "Did Blanche tell you not to kiss her on the mouth when you've been kissing her cunny?" she asked.
"Her cunny?" Cecil stared at Alma's face.
Alma slid her hand down. "Her here," she said, touching her little hole. "Her cunny, her cunt, or whatever she calls it."
"Her oozy little hole," said Cecil helpfully.
"All right," Alma said, "her oozy little hole if that's what she calls it. Now tell me, did she tell you not to kiss her on the mouth after you've sucked her her oozy little hole?"
"Yes," Cecil admitted shyly.
"Alma laughed softly, murmured to herself. Then suddenly she became very serious. "Listen, Cecil," she said. "Don't ever tell Blanche don't ever tell anyone what we've been doing!"
"Oh, I won't, Alma!" Cecil sounded shocked at the idea. "I wouldn't tell anyone that "
"You'd better not," said Alma grimly; then her tone of voice changed. "You're very sweet, Cecil. That was nice," she told him, smiling.
He smiled up at her. He'd thought she was going to be mad at him; instead, she was so pleased.
"When you’ve sucked on Blanche's her oozy little hole " Alma said, remembering the name, " and made her " she looked at Cecil, then said, "come? When you’ve made her come "
"You mean have an iggly squiggly," corrected Cecil.