Sharing My Room With My s****r (Part 3) - Sex Stories

Sharing My Room With My s****r (Part 3)

... pressed her pussy into me more, and started thrusting into my finger with each entry. Despite her motions, I managed to latch my lips around her clit and start sucking gently on it. &#034Yeah, big b*****r, make your little s****r cum,&#034 Izzy said excitedly. Our pace quickened and I held my finger inside, rubbing the inside as fast as my finger could move. Abby came hard, as she had done every time I'd eaten her out. Her pussy pressed into my face hard, lifting slightly with each pulse as her thighs tightened. With my free hand still clenching her ass. Her vagina rhythmically squeezed my finger, and I made short, light touches inside her, sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking my tongue across it. When her orgasm eventually petered out, I slowly slid out my finger and released her clit. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pressed them into her lower back, hugging her, and made a few slower, deep licks into her pussy, enjoying the juices that had come out of her. Abby rose off my face and fell over on the bed. I got up and sat on the edge of the bed. Izzy was leaned back in her chair, legs spread with her pants unzipped. Her hand was still inside them, rubbing slowly. Abby sat up on the bed next to me. &#034Your b*****r is so awesome,&#034 Izzy said, her voice not teasing as before, but instead with what sounded like a bit of admiration. &#034I know,&#034 Abby said, running her fingers through my hair. &#034That was incredible. I think he deserves a reward for ...

... that, Abby.&#034 &#034You think so?&#034 Abby stuck her hand into my shirt and ran her fingers across my stomach, then reached down and rubbed her fingertips through my pants on my rock-hard dick. &#034Mm Hmm. He looks a little uncomfortable. Maybe you should take his dick out of his pants.&#034 &#034I don't know, he might be embarrassed,&#034 Abby said in a teasing, pouty voice. Abby looked at me with a puppy-dog face, eyes big and lips slightly puckered. She slowly unbuttoned the button on my pants. &#034Izzy thinks I should take your dick out. Do you want me to take your dick out, or are you too embarrassed?&#034 She slowly pulled my zipper down. Still teasing me with her puppy-dog voice, she said, &#034I think he does want me to take his dick out. Don't you thinks he wants me to take his dick out, Izzy?&#034 &#034I think he does, Abby,&#034 she said, mimicking. Abby slid her hand into my underwear, reaching my dick quickly as it was already poking under the waistband. Grasping me in her fingers, she slowly pulled down the waist of my underwear with her other hand to the base of my shaft. Izzy was now leaning forward in her chair watching me. I knew that Izzy had seen my dick a few times already, and each time I'd been deeply embarrassed, especially the night before when she'd seen me lost in orgasm. It had been one thing to see me pleasuring Abby; I hadn't been exposed and had been in complete control the whole time. It was another to let myself loose in front of her. A day ...