Celine gets back on the Horse! - Sex Stories

Celine gets back on the Horse!

... another word Celine pressed her hand up against my restrained cock. “If I did this do you think it would work or do you think I should try something else?” I pulled her up close to me and took in the scent of her perfume. I turned her around and bent her body over until her hands braced herself on the bench in front of the mirror. I quickly pulled my pants down and crushed my cock up against her silky panties. I positioned my cock directly between her ass cheeks and started to grind her hard. I reached with both hands under her body and cupped her swollen nipples. With a firm grip a pressed even harder into her ass and began a solid rhythm. Celine flicked her hair back, opened her mouth and started to purr. I had a perfect view of her huge tits hanging down cupped by my hands while feverously grinding her crack. I was lost in the stimulation of watching my beautiful sister ride me. The she quickly stood up and said, “I wish we had more time.” Then she smiled and pulled my cock out of my soaked underwear. She turned me sideways and dropped to her knees again. Without warning she engulfed my cock into her wet mouth. With reckless abandon Celine pumped my swollen member in and out of her mouth at a feverish pace. As I looked across in the mirror, there was my sister going to town on my cock with her tits bouncing in her black satin top. I thought I was going to pass out but I soon clutched her head with both hands and started to rapid fire hot cum down her throat. The load ...

... was too much for her and it started to leak out of each corner of her mouth and cover her chin. “My God, that was a lot of cum” We were both smiling from ear to ear but were fully aware that we had been in the change room for a while now. As I pulled up my pants I watched Celine clean all the cum off of her face with her hand and shove it into her mouth. Could she possibly look any hotter? Even though I had thoroughly enjoyed our two encounters, I need more. I need to touch her, feel her, taste her. A week later Celine messaged me to meet her Saturday afternoon at the Starwood Hotel in a neighboring town for 2pm. Finally I would have a couple of hours of uninterrupted time with my goddess sister. I was nervous when I knocked on the hotel room door at 2:05pm. “What took you so long?” again with the wicked smile. After a sibling hug, hello and other uncomfortable banter Celine said to me “Ok, I want you to instruct me as to what I should do to get my husband excited, step by step.” A million things raced through my mind and I tried to combine every fantasy I had ever had about Celine through the years. The drapes were slightly opened and the sun was pounding through the opening. “First put on one of your new outfits and I will move this chair in front of the window.” I instructed her. When Celine returned from the bathroom she was wearing a thin white gown that ended just below her knees. I could see a riveting matching white panties and bra under the gown and see looked ...