by Gia Blue
She groaned loudly and twined her fingers in my hair, pressing me into her warm flesh. I flicked my tongue between her swollen labia, and licked up through her intimate grotto. Her musky taste coated my tongue, and I inhaled the sweet scent of her arousal. Her delicate pink folds glistened with her slick lubrication, and my tongue made soft wet sounds as I licked at her sensitive tissues.
Finding the bud of her clit, I teased my tongue over it, flicking lightly and quickly. Her muscles tightened in response, pressing her pussy hard against my mouth, gripping my hair tighter as her groans increased.
Bringing my fingers to her slick opening, I pressed two of them into her, feeling her tight clasping walls resisting my intrusion. She was tight, and my cock jerked slightly, as I imagined what it would feel like inside of her.
With my other hand, I spread her labia wide, exposing the smooth round bump of her clitoris. Sucking it softly between my lips, I used my tongue to flick rapidly over it.
Her breaths were coming at a rapid pace, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before she came.
But she groaned in frustration, and said “Car.”
I sat up, and yeah, there was a car pulling into the lot. Chloe sat up too, and we both turned our upper bodies towards the parking lot, but still sat facing each other. We watched the car intently.
A young woman got out and went into the building, while the male driver sat and waited for her.
“Your pussy tastes good,” I said.
“God, I was just about to come.”
“I could tell.” I turned my head and gave her a small grin.
“I loved what your tongue was doing to me.”
“We can pick up where we left off.”
“No.”
“No?”
She kept her eyes on the man in the car. “When they leave, I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
I grinned wide and my cock tightened an extra notch.
The woman seemed to take forever, but she eventually returned and got back into the car. The car backed up, then headed towards the exit.
Chloe moved quickly, scooting over to me and then straddling my lap. She lifted her hips, and her pussy hovered over the plum-like head of my cock. Taking me in one hand, she guided me to her entrance and lowered herself.
My cockhead nudged into her, and I felt the moist heat of her pussy begin to surround me. She pressed harder, and her tight, slick flesh enveloped me, gliding slowly down the length of my shaft.
I groaned loudly, the exquisite grip of her pussy sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. Our lips found each other again, and we kissed frantically as she allowed her full weight on me, lodging the entire length of my cock deep into her. Her tight entrance stretched around the thick root of my dick, and her swollen clitoris nestled against the solid base.
“Ohhh,” she groaned, corkscrewing her hips down on me, causing the swollen head of my cock to bump against the entrance to her womb.
Suddenly, a cell phone went off. The ring wasn’t familiar, so I knew it was hers. We both opened our eyes and looked at each other.
“You going to get that?” I asked with a grin.
She smiled back. “No fucking way.”
The phone continued to ring as she lifted her hips, drawing her pussy off of my rock-hard shaft. We both groaned loudly from the sensation.
Moving up until just the head of my cock was inside of her, she paused for a moment, teasing me with the slick entrance of her pussy, before dropping back down, taking me inside of her in one smooth plunge.
She began her rhythm, slowly bouncing up and down on my cock. Her pussy felt like a vise, squeezing me tightly, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body.
I slid one hand up under her shirt, finding the clasp of her bra and deftly undoing it. The garment loosened, and I moved my hand around to the front, cupping her warm full breast in my palm. I pinched her nipple hard, and she cried out loudly, increasing the rhythm of her pussy on my cock.
I pushed her shirt up, and leaned down to take the swollen nipple into my mouth. I teased it with my teeth, and then sucked it hard between my lips.
Her tempo increased again, and now she was slamming her hips down upon mine, skewering her cunt onto my jutting shaft.
She was breathing hard, crying out with each exhale, getting closer and closer to her climax. Her fingernails dug into the skin of my shoulders through my shirt, as she clung tightly to me while we fucked.
I felt the pleasure coiling inside of me, nearing that breaking point, driven closer to that edge of no return with each thrust of her body down upon mine. The cum seemed to be boiling in my balls, preparing for its imminent expulsion.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, timing the words with each slap of her ass against my thighs. I felt her strength as her body moved on mine, driving both of our pleasures upward.
Suddenly, she cried out loudly, her back arching as she pressed her pussy hard down on me. Her head tilted back, and she grimaced in lust, baring her teeth as her climax overtook her.
Her pussy pulsed around my cock, spasming and throbbing, her inner muscles rippling over my blood-engorged shaft.
The sensation sent me over the edge, my muscles locking in ecstasy, holding her down on me as the first spurt of my cum jetted against the back of her cunt. Our bodies thrashed together, jerking and heaving in the throes of our mutual pleasure. My cock continued to fill her with my hot cream, spurt after spurt splashing against her intimate walls.
Our lips met again, and we groaned through the remainder of our orgasms, our bodies twitching and shuddering as the waves of pleasure ebbed. Finally, she collapsed down on me, limp as a ragdoll in my arms. I held her tenderly, nuzzling into her neck with my lips, softly caressing her skin.
Her pussy continued to twitch around my softening cock, and small tics of pleasure shimmered through our bodies.
Finally, she lifted her head and we kissed softly, then pulled back to look at each other. She smiled.
“That was amazing,” she said.
“Oh yeah,” I replied, “you were amazing.”
“I’m glad no one showed up at the end there, because I wasn’t going to stop.”
I chuckled. “I don’t even think I could have.”
Her phone rang again.
“Mind if I get that?” she asked.
“Not at all.”
She reached into her purse, pulled out her cell phone, and flipped it open
“Hello?”
I heard a voice on the other end, but couldn’t make out what they were saying, so I listened to one half of the conversation.
“Hi Aunt Marilyn.”
“Sorry I didn’t answer. We stopped to eat and I left my purse in the truck.”
I smiled at her little fib.
“No, we’re not doing anything.”
I moved my hand up and pinched her nipple softly, teasing her.
She smiled at me. “Yes, I’m sure. What’s wrong?”
“Aunt Marilyn, I’m not kissing him. We’re just riding together.”
I looked at her curiously.
“Why are you being like this? What is he, some kind of serial killer?”
I smiled.
“What?”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“Uh huh.”
“Uh huh.”
“She did what? When? Last week? Why didn’t she tell me?”
“Yeah, that would be a surprise. But what does that have to do with Jamie?”
I was definitely curious now.
“Uh huh.”
“Oh my god.”
“What? No, don’t be silly. I just met him. We’re not doing anything.”
“You’re just imagining things. There’s no chemistry between us, whatever that is.”
She emitted a small laugh. “Yeah, that would have been funny. Ok, thanks for the warning Aunt Marilyn. Talk to you soon.”
She clicked the phone closed and stared at me.
“What i
She just continued to stare without answering.
“Chloe? What’s going on?”
“That was my aunt.” She spoke like she was in a daze.
“Yeah?”
“She told me what my mom’s surprise was.”
“Is she ok? Is there something wrong with her?”
“She’s fine. She just got married.”
“Married?”
“Yeah. Seems she’s been secretly dating this guy, and they went to Vegas last weekend, and decided to get married there. She was going to surprise me with the news when I got home.”
“That’s a good thing, right?”
“That’s not all.”
“There’s more?”
“Aunt Marilyn wrote down your information from your driver’s license.”
Now I was completely confused. “What’s that got to do with your mother?”
“She didn’t really pay attention when she wrote it down, but then she looked at it later.”
“So?”
“She recognized your last name, and made a phone call.”
I shook my head. “I’m still not getting it. I don’t have anything to hide.”
“I know what your dad’s surprise is.”
“Chloe, you’re not making any sense.”
“Your dad got married.”
I stared at her, unable to speak.
“Your dad married my mom.”
“What?”
“It’s true. Aunt Marilyn called to warn me not to do anything with you, because you’re my brother.”
I stared at her, unable to speak.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“You’re my sister?”
“Yeah. Stepsister, I guess.”
We stared at each other.
After a long moment, my face broke into a grin.
“Jamie, this isn’t funny.”
“On the contrary. I’m sitting here with my cock in my sister’s pussy. That’s fucking hilarious.”
“No it isn’t.”
“Come on, it’s a little funny, isn’t it?”
She stared at me. I stared back.
Finally, she began giggling.
“See? It is funny, isn’t it?”
She nodded, still giggling. Finally, she said, “Hello brother.”
I laughed. “Hello sister.”
“You know what the funniest part is?” she asked.
“No, what?”
“Your cock is getting hard again.”
We stared at each other, and then I kissed her, pushing her back onto the bench, settling between her legs, pressing my newly-hardened cock deep into her.
Her legs curled up around my hips, holding me tightly, and I began to make love to my sister.
About the Author
Any comments on this story can be sent to the author at [email protected]. Thank you for reading.
Other books by Jean-Luc Cheri:
My Sexy Stepdaughter
Daddy's Promotion
My Spying Stepdad
Stepsister's Halloween Surprise
My Scheming Stepsister
Stepsister Campout
Sharing Stepbrother’s Bed
Cheerleader Stepmom
Spanked by My Friend’s Daddy
My Stepsister, My Lover
My Twin Stepsisters
Spanked by My Stepbrother
Playing Twister with My Sister
Loving My Stepbrother
Meeting Mila
Sharing Justin
The Grady Bunch – Episode 1-1
Santa’s Daisy Chain – Mary Chi
Another Christmas season was pressing forward, and the elves were in full swing at the North Pole. Mrs. Claus was keeping busy in the kitchen cooking up batch after batch of cookies for their busy helpers. Holiday music filled the air and laughter could be heard through the active workshop.
Sitting up in his office, Santa scrolled through his list of naughty and nice children. Noticing a pattern, something caught his attention. One particular section of college girls were all listed as naughty together, all in a cluster. That’s odd, Santa thought.
Pulling out his data checker to see what the fuss was about, he scanned up and down, and found one small region blinking in red, highlighting a group of naughty people. He hated to see so many naughty people this close to the holiday. Christmas is such a special time, and it always brought him great joy to deliver special presents and goodies to all children, young and old.
Digging deeper, looking for more information, he pulled out his super secret, special, stealth pocket computer. This special little computer offered up defined details on each and every person when he entered their name. Inputting a name, it would scroll through a list of possible offending circumstances and reveal what might have landed them on the naughty list.
Hmm, all four of these girls have the same odd phrase by their name. This was a problem, because he didn’t understand what this phrase meant. Santa Claus scratched his head, pondering what the expression could possibly mean. Maybe one of his office workers would know the terminology, because he just wasn’t familiar with it.
Santa called out to his three office helpers – Sherry, Terri, and Mary.
“Girls, could you please join me in my office,” Santa said buzzing over the intercom.
Sherry, Terri, and Mary pranced into Santa’s office singing along with the cheery Christmas music that piped through the building. Mary skipped happily, Sherry was giggling, and Terri was playing with the bouncy curls on her head.
“Girls, I’m a bit concerned about a group of girls near a university in one of the states of North America. It would appear that they are all on the naughty list. I looked at my data, and it appears that they all have the same information listed as their offending penalty. The problem is, I’m not familiar with this term, and I was wondering if you could help me understand what it means.”
Sherry spun around watching her little red skirt with fur trim flounce out, smiled and asked, “What term is it Santa Claus?”
“Well Sherry,” Santa started, “the phrase that keeps showing up is daisy chain.”
The girls all giggled. “Oh Santa,” Mary started, “it’s umm, a very unique way that girls show affection to one another.”
“Affection is a nice thing though girls, why would that put them on the naughty list?” Santa Claus asked concerned.
Terri tried explaining it another way, “Well, Santa, it’s a special kind of kissing that girls do.”
“Yes,” Santa started, “but close friends will hug and kiss one another and that seems quite normal.”
Sherry chimed in, “Maybe this is something Mrs. Claus should explain, give me just a moment.”
Buzzing down to the kitchen, Sherry asked Mrs. Claus to join them in Santa’s office so that she could help with the awkward moment. None of them wanted to just come out and say what it was.
Mrs. Claus arrived a few moments later, and Mary said, “Mrs. Claus, Santa has a small problem. He’s been going through his naughty and nice list, and one particular group of girls has an offensive situation that Santa needs help understanding.”
“Yes dear, what is that?” Mrs. Claus asked sweetly.
Terri giggled than offered, “Daisy Chain.”
Mrs. Claus laughed. “Ahh yes, I know that expression well,” winking she added, “good times back in college.”
She leaned in and whispered in Santa’s ear what it was, and soon he was blushing. “Oh, do you mean they…”
“Yes, and they….” Mrs. Claus continued.
“Girls, I’m quite busy making cookies, and have many batches left before I’ll be finished. Would you be so kind as to demonstrate what this is to Santa for me. This way he’ll understand how this particular naughty offense isn’t necessarily bad.”
All three girls laughed and chimed in, “Sure!”
“Thank you girls,” Mrs. Claus smiled and went back to her baking, closing the door behind her. “He’s in for a treat,” she thought.
Santa sat back in his chair prepared to watch the show that the girls were about to perform.
Sherry was bouncing around dancing along to the Christmas music. She turned her back to Santa and flipped her skirt up revealing she wasn’t wearing any panties. Mary and Terri joined in the game and spun around, bending over and flipped up their skirts revealing their bare bottoms as well.
“Shall we begin?” Terri said as she reached back to unzip her little red dress, letting it slip to the floor.
“Oh yes, I can’t wait!” Mary chimed in, wriggling out of her spirited red frock.
“I’m ready too!” Sherry giggled and let her holiday outfit drop to the floor and stepped out of it. She bent forward to pick up all of their clothing and placed them gently to the side on a nearby chair.
Terri shimmied down on the soft carpet below them, and spread her legs so that Mary could place her face in her lap. Next Mary laid face down, placing her face in Terri’s lap, burying her mouth in Terri’s sweet, soft pussy. Sherry slid beneath Mary’s wet slit and felt the weight of Mary’s hips sliding down onto her face. A chain of naked girls lie before Santa on the floor, face to pussy, pussy to face, forming an oral sex line.
Terri chimed in, “If we had more girls, we could make a complete circle, Santa!”
Terri was spread open and wide while Mary’s face was immersed, eating out her pussy. Moaning, Terri could feel her juices filling her box. Mary was sucking out and licking Terri’s pussy, groaning and burying her face in deeper, as Sherry’s tongue was sliding up and down Mary’s very own slit. Opening it up and teasing, Sherry made Mary squirm. Mary grinded into Sherry’s face. Wanting to feel her tongue slide deeper inside, she pushed her hips hard into Sherry’s busy mouth. Sherry started sucking Mary’s cream out as Mary was dripping pussy juices all over her face.
Santa sat watching his office girls eating out one another in a wicked and wet oral chain. One long line of girls licking and sucking each other directly in front of him gave Santa a rise. This pleased Santa very much and excited him at the same time. He felt his cock pressing tight against his furry red pants, and had to unbutton and unzip them to give it some relief and breathing room. His bulging cock continued to grow, now free of the restrictive material.
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