"Oh gosh, yes Ashley oh that feels so good," Mary-Kate softly cried. She tried to be as quiet as possible the door was locked but they both knew it wasn't sound proof.
Ashley used her index and middle fingers from each hand to spread open Mary-Kate's pussy lips and snaked her tongue deep inside. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned and then paused and to look up at Mary-Kate and inquired, "you like that baby sis?"
Mary-Kate's head was thrown back hanging over the backrest of the couch. She couldn't believe lesbian sex felt this good. Not only that, that it was her own sister doing it to her. "I want it from behind," she told her sister as she bent over the couch. Ashley licked and sucked two fingers of her left hand soaking them in her saliva before slowly sliding them into Mary-Kate's tight ass.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," Mary-Kate cried as her legs began to shake from the feeling of her sister's fingers penetrating her virgin ass. Ashley started to move them in and out slowly and then started to build up speed. Mary-Kate started to rock her body back and forth trying to get her sister's fingers in deeper. Ashley's other hand moved under Mary-Kate and stared to rub and pinch her sister's clit making her sister even more hot.
"Oh gosh yes Ashley, fuck it, fuck it, fuck me harder"
Ashley spanked her sister twice on the ass.
"Owwwwwwwwwww."
"Be quiet Mary-Kate we don't want everyone to know what we are doing here. This could end our career do you realize that? Is that what you want?"
"No, no," Mary-Kate cried as tears began to prick her eyes from her tight ass being stuffed with her sister's fingers.
Ashley removed her fingers and used her hands to hold her sister's ass open and as she slid her tongue in her tight hole. Then she softly blew in her sister's ass.
"Oooooooooooooooooooo," Mary-Kate cooed at the cooling sensation her sister was giving her.
Ashley then sat on the couch and pulled her younger sister on her lap as she began to lick and suck her tiny breasts and bite her nipples getting them hard.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," Mary-Kate moaned and smiled and she stroked Ashley's hair as her breasts were being treated by her older sister's mouth and tongue. Ashley then lifted her head up and kissed her sister on the mouth and Mary-Kate could faintly taste her ass from her sister's mouth.
Ashley broke the kiss and smiled at her sister. "My turn," she said and she took of her t-shirt, lifted her ass up and leaned over the side rest of the couch. Mary-Kate removed her soaked panties and bent her head down towards her sisters ass as she spread her cheeks open and traced her tongue around the opening before shoving her tongue up inside her sisters ass. "Oh yeah," Ashley moaned as Mary-Kate tried to shove her tongue in deeper. She then moved under her sister moved her tongue toward Ashley's neatly trimmed pussy. Ashley started to move her hips grinding her pussy on her baby sister's face and mouth.
Mary-Kate then grabbed her sister by the hair and threw her over their make-up table in front of their mirror. "Owwwwww," Ashley screamed, "Mary-Kate what are you doing?"
"Quiet sis," Mary-Kate responded as placed her hand over her sister's mouth, "like you said we can't have anybody hear us." Mary-Kate removed her hand from her sisters mouth and walked over to her bag as she rustled through it. Ashley was not playing attention with her head down panting trying to catch her breath. Wen she finally looked up in the mirror all she saw was the reflection of her baby sister walking towards her with a 7 inch strap-on fastened around her waist smiling seductively. "Let's see if any of your boyfriends gave it to you like I am about to sis." With that she put her hands on her sisters hips and slammed the entire strap-on deep inside Ashley's moist pussy.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," Ashley screamed her thighs slamming against the table as her baby sister began to bang her tight pussy from behind her. Ashley's hands slammed against the table causing make-up to topple over and the mirror to shudder.
Mary-Kate spanked her sister twice on the ass and picked up her red panties she was wearing earlier and stuffed them in her sister's mouth to quiet her. "That should shut you up," said Mary-Kate as she continued to fuck her sister hard. Mary-Kate grabbed Ashley's hair and pulled her head back and gave her sister a big lick up the side of her neck before throwing her back on the table again and continued to pound away at Ashley's pussy.
Ashley's body began to shudder as she cried to her sister "I'm cumming I'm cumming." Her body became limp as she collapsed with her breasts smashed against the make-up table and her younger sister collapsed on top of her with her breasts against Ashley's back with the strap-on still buried inside her pussy. Both of them covered in sweat and the room filled with the scent of their incestuous love.
Another knock at the door. They both looked at the door with horror on their faces wondering if someone had heard them. "Five minutes girls," came the innocent male voice from the other side. Mary-Kate kissed her sister quickly on the cheek before pulling out the strap-on, as they both began to dress in silence.
The End.
Taking the Piss
"Shit! How did you get in?' she gasped, her eyes glancing back to the door, which I was slamming behind her.
"Never you mind Rani, I hoped you would be along," I told her, stepping close, knowing she wouldn't see my ugly mug through the stocking mask over my head.
Instinctively she moved back, but I grabbed her thick winter coat and clasped my hand over her mouth. She struggled valiantly, but she was no match for my strength and bulk, she was about five foot two inches tall, as I manhandled her into the lounge of the very, large, but old cottage on the edge of Twyford in Berkshire, UK. I threw her onto the large old fashioned sofa with wooden arms and grabbed the torn off piece of duct tape, from the top of the roll I had already placed on the arm. It was over her mouth in a flash. I put her shoulder bag next to mine.
Her thick black hair was partly covering her flustered face, her eyes boggling as I approached, unzipping my slacks and dropping them on the floor right next to where she lay. I reached down and she flinched away as if I was going to hurt her, but I simply brushed away her lush locks and savoured the scared look on her pretty Asian face. I guessed she was either of Indian or Pakistani descent, I didn't care, but the light, smokey hue of her skin was extremely attractive to me, as she would have remembered following the TV programme my then wife and I had been on with her some months before.
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To Buy or Not to Buy is a popular house purchase series on BBC and we had done the usual, getting a free day out at their expense, nosing around a few people's homes and not buying. However it did provide me with useful insights into what there was available to steal, once I had unpicked the security systems, if any; surprising how many don't install them.
Rani Price and the obligatory male presenter, can't remember his name showed us round four properties and we'd Oooed and Ahhed over them all, but of course not buying. However this Liverpudlian cow, had flirted heavily with me, when I got split from my viewing partner, but not letting me get anywhere with her.
In one of the bedrooms, she had hinted how well made and sturdy the bed was, it being included in the sale. In a wet room, how nice it would be double up under the rainfall shower, how cozy it would be to snuggle up on a huge sofa in front of an open fire. All comments made with what I took to be a definite twinkle, wink and come on from the married, forty two year old bitch. I was available then and very much so now, since the cow I married has buggered off with one of my drinking buddies, the situation was just coming to a head when we were televised but we still carried on with it.
Dressed in a light weight, pale blue cardigan over a form fitting, white tee-shirt over a black knee length skirt and no stockings or tights, her painted toes peeping from two inch high wedge raffia sandals, she had looked extremely tasty in the summer light. She was what I would call pear shaped, with small tits and a wide arse and hips, but her legs were shapely and toned. Her gorgeous perfume which was Gucci Guilty (I asked her) had me in her spell, her hair curled and flowed round her cute, big smiling face, with its j
ust nicely prominent nose. Her teeth were an incredible array of whiteness.
The gentle contrast between the overall tone of her skin and the slightly lighter shades of the palms of her delicate, well manicured hands with pale paint on her nails was an extra draw as I lust after coloured girls of every hue. As we aimed to meet the others and were off camera, I whispered to her how much I had enjoyed her personal tour with my arm round her waist until I briefly dropped it over her wide butt. She gave me a blistering look and hissed.
"Don't fucking touch the goods mister. It's not me you're buying."
From then on whether we were on or off camera she took the piss out of me relentlessly, about my size, my taste, my car, my clothes and I didn't like it. I'm not used to girls treating me like that. Yes OK - take the piss in good nature and with humour, but hers was biting and aimed like barbed spears.
Weeks later, the wife fucked off and I saw Rani on screen a few times and she annoyed me with her non stop cackling laugh, which I must admit I hadn't noticed on the programme, probably because I was too busy concentrating on getting into her knickers and not the house we weren't going to buy. By sheer chance I happened on a conversation in a pub one lunchtime, where a group of people were saying their house was to be featured on the programme. I delayed my journey in the locality and when they left I followed them home. It was a superb, large and expensive looking property, right out in the sticks. I made some telephone enquiries locally and found names, based on I was from the Beeb and had got lost and hadn't been issued with a file of directions. That evening it was easy to make up an ID card that matched the one I had seen many times round Rani's neck on the initial interviews and pre-camera part of 'our' show. One of my business sidelines besides stealing stuff, was forging documents and ID cards was a gift. I found the house again and bullshitted my way in with the woman who owned it, recognizing her from the pub.
I claimed I was from the BBC and needed to do some notes and measurements for camera angles and such. She was mid sixties, plain, dumpy and dowdy and of no interest, although stripped off I would have no doubt found a cunt and arse to fuck, while playing with pendulous blue veined breasts and she was busy, grooming a horse out back so she left me to it. As usual a set of keys was hanging in the kitchen door and I pressed the right one into a pad I carry for such purposes. I checked the alarm system control and deduced it was very basic, no line to the cops or anything and then I found a key in a utility room which was not alarmed. That key was also copied. There wasn't much in the way of valuables as far as I could judge and I've nicked a few in my time. Even the TV sets were old and not plasma. There was quite a stack of turntable, amplifiers etc in one room where a huge collection of vinyl records was racked, but apart from that, nothing really. I found out, the occupants were moving soon and a lot of stuff had gone elsewhere.
Upstairs, again no great pictures, sculptures and odd little collections of porcelain you often see on landings. I thought about checking the underwear as I often do, being an inveterate panty sniffer, but she didn't grab me as sexy or remotely interesting, sex wise, I know you can be wrong judging a book by its cover, but not this time I surmised. The other three bedrooms seemed to be stale and unoccupied, so no young daughter's panties around either.
"All done," I called out from the kitchen.
"Ah OK,' she replied, waving and coming to the house. "Sorry, I should have offered you a cup of tea or something."
"No problem and you're busy. We scheduled for the ......?" I fussily queried my notes in a clipboard, fishing for an answer.
"Fifteenth,"she bit the bait. "We are moving out to Spain on the twelfth anyway and your people know that and have a set of keys."
"Fine, perfect, they are usually organized like that. Not sure if I'll be in the crew on the filming days," I bluffed, said goodbye and left.
On leaving, I checked out the lane it was on, the untidy entrance to an adjacent copse which could be easily reached across the garden. It was easy after that. Keys made and the plan.
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Having talked to Rani during our filming, always curious about how are things made and done, she told me she always gets into the houses the day before with the vendor's agreement to wander round and thoroughly immerse herself in the place. This was done alone without hindrance or being sidelined by her co-presenter. All I had had to do was enter early and wait, as I didn't know the order she would allocate the houses.
So now I stood over her in the unoccupied and to me, now familiar residence, wanking my seven inch, teasing pre-lube from my knob slit and letting it drip wherever. The mini camera I had clipped to my shirt would capture every nuance of our encounter, from when she entered. I intended to unclip it later to capture some essential detail. She was trying to mumble something as I stooped and pulled her wrap-around coat loose and roamed my eyes over her black mini skirt which was over opaque black tights. She wore a black jumper with a thick roll neck and looked very cozy, warm and terrified. I unzipped her knee high brown boots and teased them off.
Easing her upwards, her coat was dragged off, she was not wriggling much, but to save any fighting while I enjoyed myself, I taped her wrists up above her head to the arm of the sofa. Rolling the chunky jumper upwards revealed a lovely expanse of heaving light brown belly and a very ornate white lace bra with delicate pink and red patterns inset, amongst some sheer sections. Her small tits were still completely encased in it, even though her arms were stretched above her head. The flood of warmth from her body was powerful as I bent to slip my hands under Rani and unclip her bra. I checked its size, 34B and then checked her tits.
Gorgeous brown quivering globes topped with very dark, pointy and perky nipples; not stubby and wide but certainly suckable and I knelt beside her, lifting my mask to clear my mouth and nibble her delightful mammaries. Squeezing them together, I buried my mouth in the small crevasse within and then licked down her belly to the waistband of her skirt. I kept lifting clear of her to let the camera take in the views, then I rolled her skirt up to her waist, to find the waistband of her tights.
Rani mumbled furiously and started kicking her legs as I dug into the tight elastic and started to heave them down. It wasn't easy, she had some fight in her but her movements were involuntarily helping me by taking the weight of her butt, so soon the material, I think it was Lycra cotton mix, was down over her slightly chubby thighs. That revealed her crotch, clad in a bra matching pair of pretty briefs, or maybe a thong. I would soon find out. She had a really good camel toe. From the top of her underwear to her navel, was a tiny thread of silky black hairs. What intrigued me was the dark shape beneath the sheer panel at the front of the sexy lingerie on her mound and I was in high spirits expecting a furry thatch over her cunt and maybe I was in luck.
I eased the tights further down to her ankles which served as a constraint to her flailing legs and smoothed my hands up her thickish warm legs, my thumbs meeting at the Y joint of her legs and crotch. I knelt forward to sniff the area. It was perfumed and hot - sort of musky but clean, although if it was pissy I wouldn't have minded, as I said earlier I am a panty sniffer. I let the camera see the way my fingers insinuated the leg bands and lifted them. A sprig of black silky hair or two appeared low on the vee of Rani's mound, but the outer areas of it were spattered with stubble.
"Hmm! Haven't shaved this lately have we Rani?" I chuckled. "Never mind I like hairy cunts and I'll bet if you let this lot go, you'd have a real forest."
She mumbled and shook her head, her eyes wild, but I ignored her and started to lower the delicate garment protecting her sex. It proved to be a thong. The front panel came down easily, but with thongs, the gusset and rear string is so fine, it gets jammed right up in the arse crack and is reluctant to release itself from that hot sticky sandwich of juicy buttocks. It finally gave and my hands propelled downwards. With the garment across her thighs, I could now grasp the reluctant gusset and eased it up, having to force her legs apart with strength. I leaned down and sniffed the n
arrow moist piece of cotton and that was a powerful odour steaming up at my eager nostrils.
Her mound was thickly thatched in fine silky straight pubes although trimmed to a narrow box shape. The hair stopped at the top of her gash and I had to climb between her legs to keep her knees wide apart. The thong cut into the fleshy thighs, but I didn't care. I gazed on the formation of her cunt.
Rani's vagina was a puffy mound with a wide slit in that the sides curved in, rather than just abutted to each other. Hence the way it had sucked the gusset of her undies inwards to create that cameltoe. At the top protruded her inner labia but only for about an inch, but they were meaty, much darker in colour, almost with a purple hue with an orange peel like texture. They actually shone in the morning light from the rear window. I smoothed my fingers over them and she flinched and trembled as I started to infiltrate the mysterious gash beneath them. Roughly I jabbed two fingers in hard and she jolted with the surprise. I found she was just moist enough to slide in and out a few times, the camera picking up the action until I bent forward to sniff and lick her exposed snatch, pulling her outer labia wide to reveal the pink, glistening curtains within. Once again, there was perfume, maybe some shower lotion, as this would be her first call for the day but mixed with that musky scent and bitter sweet taste of a mature woman's pussy.
I coated my knob with what of her spare juice remained on my fingers, having sucked them first and then got up to lever her legs high, forcing her knees to bend towards her chest. I rolled her tights back up a little, constricting her movements and also in an attempt to keep her legs together, to take in the luscious view of her big round, light brown butt and the treasure of her complete genitals fully exposed. It was easy to slide to to be level with them while holding her legs upwards, she was so much smaller and weaker than I and I licked and sniffed the cute button of her arsehole, across her dark, sticky perinium and over her glossy inner labia. Her ring piece, cute as it was was surrounded with a copse of fine silky black hair, untouched by a razor or wax for some time, so I guessed her husband liked it. I certainly did. The area round her cunt however, her mound, stubbly and it rasped my chin, nose and mouth as I tasted her to the full.
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