The Making of Molly Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

The Making of Molly Pt. 02

... and bites at it. Her body trembles and she twitches violently as he feasts on the protruding organ, digging his chin into her soaking slit as she bucks and moans above him.

He can't see her, tented by the summer dress and oblivious to the scene above him. Molly is now beside herself in ecstasy. Her eyes are closed, her head cocked back as she fights to stay upright. Each flick, suck and lick is now threatening to break a dam that she has only swung a pickaxe at once, that one amazing night with her brother.

Ally wrestles his arms between her stiffened legs and puts her legs over his shoulders, cupping her bum as she throws her hands against the wall above the sofa as the first orgasm rocks her. Now, slapping the wallpapered brick, she struggles to even stay conscious at this point.

"Aaah, mmmm....Aaaaah," she wails, as Ally extends his long tongue down under his lips towards his chin, presses it against her clitoris and shakes his head.

"Mmmmm.....oooooh......hhh, huh, oooohhhhwwww ffffffuuu," she screams as her body loses control and she feels like she needs to pee.

Ally is not relenting in his Assault on her vagina, as it bathes his face in her thickly coating liquid. He continues his pattern of nibbling on her folds, biting her with his lips and licking and sucking on her clit. "Hmmnnn, oh please, oh right there, bro! Yes! Yes! Uckuuuuh," she incoherently rhymes as her body surrenders, she loses any control she still clung to, and momentarily blacks out. ...

... Ally holds her upright my the hips, not breaking contact as he gently licks up and down the length of her throbbing, drenched slit until she lifts her head from against the wall, half-broken but very sated.

Gently, she leans on her hands on his head and dismounts her most pleasurable steed. With wobbly legs, Molly curls up in the fetal position, facing away from him on the right hand cushion of the sofa. Ally moves to the opposite end of the sofa to catch his breath and evaluate what has just happened. He looks at Molly, twitching and whimpering as her body tries to return to some form of normality. Her breathing is still ragged and she doesn't make eye contact whatsoever, or even turn to look at him. For 10 minutes she just stays there, little yips, moans and vibrations coursing through her shell shocked body. Suddenly, she raises from seated, leans on the arm to steady her shaky legs and without looking back towards him, she exits the living room and goes upstairs.

'What the fuck have I just done?" Ally sits and asks himself out loud. He physically punches himself on the leg, admonishing himself that his little sister has come home for a quiet weekend, and he has taken advantage of her. He doesn't know what to do, does he go up and see her? Does he leave her be? Does he just keep punching himself?

Around 6 o'clock Jasmine phones. Her aunt is rather unwell and her mother wants to stay the night. She says that she will drive home and come back in the morning but Ally ...