Malpractice Chapter 4: Suspension of Certain Morals - Sex Stories

Malpractice Chapter 4: Suspension of Certain Morals

... her head and held it right in front of my stiff penis. “Then let's practice!” Jordan urged Denise to take my cock in her mouth, and massaged her firm breasts while instructing her on how to better take it down her throat. “Okay, first thing is to relax. If you try too hard to open up you'll just strain your jaw. Relax.” Denise let out a sigh which was muffled by my meat rod. She had it just about halfway in her mouth, which was about the most she'd ever been able to. “Ease your throat. Breath through your nose. Take it slowly, try to feel the gag reflex coming, and let it go down step by step. Let your throat get used to the mass. Concentrate on the breathing. Always the breathing.” Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, Denise was able to take more of my cock until she had about 14 centimeters in her mouth. Then she withdrew, leaving a trail of saliva on my rigid cock. Impressed, Jordan removed her sweater, letting bare her voluptuous breasts, which Denise lovingly kissed in appreciation of her help. “Again?” my sister asked. Denise only looked up at me, with a wondering gaze, looking for my approval. “It felt really good.” I assured her. “Keep at it and you'll get even better.” “Thank you, Matt. I want to be able to make you feel good.” “You already are, Denise. Don't worry about that.” “This is really sweet.” Jordan said, taking hold of my cock, kissing it, lubing it up by taking it all down her throat and back again in one swift, practiced motion. “You know, sis, I sure ...

... would like to know where you got so good at that.” “The boyfriends I've had have all been very eager, and I've always enjoyed it. Practice makes perfect.” “Well, the important thing is to love what you do.” “Well, girlfriend,” Jordan turned to Denise. “Back to work” Denise dutifully took as much of my dick as she could. The first 13 centimeters she could get down pretty easily, but the rest of the length she met with some resistance. This time, though, she was able to take roughly 15 centimeters down her throat. She pulled up with a gasp. “Wa! Oh, fuck me.” “Right.” I said, affirmatively. “Girls, get on the bed. On all fours, backs arched and butts in the air.” “Okay, Matt.” “Sure, bro.” They did as they were bid and got on their hands and knees along the edge of my bed. They arched their backs and flaunted their asses and pussies for me. I took a firm hold off their buttocks and gave them each a slap. “Hey Matt?” Jordan said. “Yeah?” “Are we going to cross the line?” “Don't you want to?” “I really, really want to. But that doesn't change the fact-” “Don't worry, sis. No one has to know. Let's just both feel really good, and if our relationship changes, I promise it'll only be for the better.” “Okay, sounds good to me.” she purred with delight, my reassurance quelling any doubt she had left. I had already made Denise cum with my dick just a while before, and the thought of fucking my sister was too much to resist at this point. I placed myself behind Jordan, grabbing her butt ...