Soccer Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Soccer Ch. 03

... maneuvered herself right next to her sister -- it didn't take a genius to figure out what she was after.

I gave Heather's twat a couple of big, juicy licks before poking my head up and moving over to Jessica, who eagerly pulled her knees up -- wanting me to have complete, unhindered access.

"Well, she's somewhat of a sushi expert," I said, giving Jessica a little lick to get her started, "She's even teaching workshops on the matter."

"Hmmm, interesting," Heather said as she watched me go down on our sister.

For the next half hour, we -- or should I say, the girls -- discussed strategy, slowly creating and perfecting a wicked strategy (dubbel), planning everything down to the very last detail, while I kept licking their pussies alternately. Although they obviously enjoyed every moment of my performance, neither of them even came close to any sort of climax.

But it wasn't about that. I wanted to show them that I was willing to go down on them, just for the fun of it. Unlike their douchebag boyfriends. When they'd figured everything out and had run over the whole plan one last time, Jessica glanced at her wristwatch and said, "The match 'll be over soon. We better wrap this up."

I gave her one last lick and then stood up, showing both of them my incredibly fat cock. They smiled down at it, hardly surprised and then turned towards one another.

"Mind if I...?" Jessica asked, cupping her own left tit with her right hand.

"Go right ahead," Heather grinned, ...

... "He's all yours. I am in the mood to finger myself and make a really big mess!"

Jess grinned and eagerly got on her back in the middle of the bed.

"Come here and fuck me, Jack!" she whispered.

After getting on top of her and shoving my hard dick in her pussy, we both glanced over at Heather, who was furiously and energetically rubbing her clit -- sitting on my desk chair. Way too horny for their own good, they both started moaning -- Jess around my cock, and Heather around her own, skilled fingers.

It didn't take long for Heather to bring herself to a climax. Frantically pumping her fingers in and out of her sodden twat, she suddenly raised one of her legs, aiming her cunt at my desk.

"Oh, fuck yeah," she moaned, as she passionately jerked her fingers out of her cunt for a moment, squirting all over my desk. She sprayed all over my keyboard, my mouse, dozens of papers and even my computer screen -- over twenty inches away from the chair.

As Jess and I looked on -- while we continued fucking -- Heather plunged her fingers back into her twat and gave herself another deep, frantic drilling for about eight seconds, as she rolled the desk chair closer to my wardrobe.

After making herself gush over both wardrobe doors -- moaning pretty loudly in the process -- she rolled over to the bed, right next to the nightstand and shamelessly aimed her twat at Jess and me. We knew what was coming, and yet neither of us objected.

When, a few seconds later, Heather pulled ...