Wicked Sisters - Sex Stories

Wicked Sisters

... destination - the apex between her legs. Seraphina’s dark-haired head began slowly moving closer, taking in every inch of her glorious form as if it were a forbidden fruit from a mythical garden. Her mouth grazed across her newfound power before finally settling on what lay beneath - a soft mound of pleasure just waiting to be devoured by her. She started to gently suck on her sister's clit as moans of arousal filled the night.

There was a palpable connection between the three of them, as if their emotions were intertwined, aware of his growing anticipation and trembling desire. But despite the intensity of the sisters' shared sensation, he was trapped in a limbo between ecstasy and agony, forever denied the ultimate satisfaction. Aching and yearning, his body trembled with the intensity of the moment, every nerve buzzing with desire, yet no relief came. His erection was so hard it hurt, yet he couldn't ease himself. He felt as if his soul had been taken and replaced with something darker and more forbidden. He wanted nothing more than to feel what was happening, to be a part of the pleasure that these two were sharing.

He relished the feeling of his painfully tense body and struggled against invisible restraints that kept him from moving, from touching himself.

Magically he felt every touch, painfully aware of being under their mercy. Every time Seraphina’s tongue touched her sister's wet cunt, an electrifying bolt ran through his body. It was as if he could feel ...

... her licking his cockhead with her sandpaper-like cat tongue. It was pleasure and pain combined. He wanted it to stop and at the same time, he craved their touch even more.

As if hearing his inner turmoil, Seraphina locked eyes with him and made him pause. "Stop wrestling with your restraints. Be a good boy now and let Mommy play. If you comply, I might help you with that painfully...hard...issue. And now shush!"

With graceful movements, she rose to her feet and delicately lifted her sister's flimsy dress with her fingers. As it slid off, Moira stood before her completely exposed, the air caressing every inch of her skin. Hungry for her sister's touch, longing to taste every curve and crevice of her body, Seraphina leaned forward and pressed her lips against her sister's skin. It was so tender and soft, so warm. Her mouth found its way down Moira's throat. Her taste was divine and she couldn't stop exploring every inch of the other woman's body.

Seraphina's tongue snaked out, tasting the saltiness of Moira’s skin, and tracing a path down to her breasts. She cupped one in her hand, her fingers gently teasing the nipple, while her mouth enveloped the other. Trembling with pleasure, Moira moaned.

Seraphina’s free hand wandered down her sister's body, her fingers tracing the curve of her waist, before settling between her legs again. Finding her clit, gentle strokes made it swell and pulse under the attention. Seraphina's own body was on fire, her desire for her sister ...