"Uh huh," he grunted, gasping another deep breath, and held it. Andy thrust upward between her thighs to slam into her drooling slit. He was on fire. His body took charge, driving upward as she knelt over him. Her body read the signals; her legs widened for him. He was ready -- his body demanded release. That fast-rhythmic smacking of flesh against flesh could easily be mistaken for repeated staccato-like hand slaps across her butt, one after another.
"We could try ..." Sissy huffed, enjoying the added pleasure of rapid-fire, bone-jarring jabs of his cock landing heavily against her mons. To Andy, her words came out as a challenge.
"I can't keep it hard all day, Sissy," her Irish twin grunted, so close to bursting.
"I could ..." she panted, thinking of ways to keep his cock rock-solid. She knew she couldn't, however reluctant she was to admit it, and shot back, "Then, between chores, before Mom and Dad get home. ... As many times as we can. ... Okay, brother?"
"Deal!" he hissed, so very close to coming.
Andy gasped, thrusting his cock and balls against her quivering thighs, and sprayed his seed deep inside. Sissy felt his surge, the deep groan of his satisfaction, and the jarring last stab into her cunt. Which triggered her coital resolution in a flurry of abdominal muscle spasms equal to Andy's fierce groan, as he came. Andy's release triggered the explosion of her endorphins, and she climaxed, too. A rapid melt-down, a state of bliss, followed.
Andreanna's cowgirl ride upon Andy's cock ended up with them both hot and sweaty. It dripped from her forehead onto Andy's chest. She tried to keep her hands planted on his chest for balance as she rode him to her climax, but her hands slipped through the perspiration sheen on his chest. Sissy ended up with her hands alongside his neck. Her breasts were perfectly aligned as she humped him. Craning his neck, Andy clamped onto one luscious nipple, and the surging sensations sent Sissy over the top as she squealed and exploded in a trembling mini-series of orgasms. Her tremors shook Andy and herself like after quakes from a volcanic eruption.
Coming out of her sexual reverie, Sissy giggled, as she slumped over Andy's sweat-drenched, gasping body. Like water from a glass tumbler spilled on a kitchen counter, her body flowed out over his, until she was parallel to his satiated and sexually gratified body as they lay on the leather couch. Her head cradled on his clavicle. Gasping for air, her wet body oozed his contribution out in tiny contractions of her slit; the white cream trickled onto his matted groin. Mildly recuperated, she sat up again, still in the saddle, and watched -- studied his devilish grin as it spread wide, having achieved their third successful orgasm in a new position. She dipped her finger into the frothy pool above his hairy cock. It was slick, slippery, and still warm to the touch.
Remembering how the head cheerleader regaled her gaggle about tasting the quarterback's jizz, she raised her fingertip to her lips and licked it. She watched Andy's eyes glisten and open widely. He liked her daringness; she could tell. So, she stuck both fingers into her mouth and sucked the cum off, then swallowed.
'You're mine,' she grinned, 'mine, mine and all mine, every thick and long inch of you are mine, my lovely Irish twin.' Placated for a few minutes, she nuzzled her chin in the crook of his neck and let the endorphins lull her into a peaceful catnap. It was an achievement well beyond her expectations of experiencing first sex, second, then wildness at full-on abandonment of any sense of guilt -- just pleasure.
This wasn't something Sissy had planned to get -- what she secretly wanted. It came about serendipitously in alarm while observing her parents. She gave Andy the details of her Mom and Dad's morning sex spat in the kitchen. The unintentionally vivid details she painted for Andy led to both their arousal. Sissy quickly seized upon that arousal, and it became her plan to push to satisfy her curiosity to find out how good sex with a man felt. She had seen Andy's tentpole again this morning and often in the past. Watching her mom and dad having sex in the kitchen, and having painted the details for Andy -- she gave him the right motivational nudge.
Bent over subserviently at the sink with her tits exposed in a demonstration of how it started in the kitchen ... she knew how it electrified her sexual arousal, so she reenacted the same scenario. Sissy's choice of words and lewd pose pushed all the right buttons in Andy's lustful mind.
As for Andy, well, he didn't have a plan. Throughout all of his eighteen years, Andy had been noted for lack of plans; his mind dealt with concrete matters -- he definitely was not good at abstract thinking or interpreting nuances. According to one of several private mother-daughter conversations, Mom had told Sissy a man, like Andy, focused on 'getting some.' Men were singularly focused on that. But often, young men weren't sure how to go about 'getting some' without a bit of help. Sissy's regaling Andy with the turn of events in the kitchen had provided that help. From the attention Andy now paid her puss, she was sure Mom was correct about being 'singularly focused.' Andy was into it, even when he wasn't hard, peering inside her pink slit, driving his fingers inside to explore, licking, slurping, and thrusting his tongue inside the mystery tunnel to see how she reacted as the afternoon wore on.
That was all okay with Sissy. She reacted -- with explosions inside that drove her far beyond the sensations her dildo provided. She was on a dopamine binge and riding the sex-express elevator to that explosive penthouse of pleasure it brought. She gave Andy anything he wanted and got more in return. The last thing he wanted, she coaxed out of his still-somewhat-shy mind, was to have her ass. That came about when the current adult television channel they surfed appeared on screen with a bondage scene.
"How about we try that?" Andy begged, like a puppy whimpering at the kitchen table for the last slice of breakfast bacon. Sissy was so aroused by the view and fired up at seeing that redhead amidst those men, she merely grinned at Andy and handed him the bottle of water-based lube mom had given her along with her birthday dildo.
"Go for it, big gun," she grinned, imitating the curly redhead whose freckles covered her entire naked body, and was wantonly splashed on the big screen television in her room. Andy didn't hesitate; he smiled back like a kid in a candy store, as he grasped the bottle from her delicate hand. His eyes were fixated on the big screen.
"Damn, that looks so hot," Andy chuckled, as he and Sissy watched a burly, well-endowed guy run a stream of lube down the redhead's butt crack, squirt some on two of his fingers, and slowly work those prodigious digits into her rectum. The on-screen, naked submissive mewled and moaned, "That's it, nice and wet baby. Get it lubed, and loosen up my hole. Make it big enough for all of you. More fingers!"
With that encouragement, the body-builder look-alike pressed the tubular nozzle against the busty redhead's starburst, slid it inside, and squeezed the bottle firmly. She tried to turn her head to see what was happening -- but couldn't. She was bound, trussed like a delectable piglet, and well-lubed. All that was needed was to insert the 'thermometer' to test for doneness. And there were at least thirteen throbbing, nice-sized ones at the ready.
A pink-studded dog collar was wrapped around her neck, and a very short groomer's leash tethered the curly-redheaded woman. Her chin touched the table, and her nipples brushed against the tabletop. Leather cuffs bound her forearms to the sides of the table. Head down and up on her knees, her cute bare-assed hips arched upward. Adding to the lasciviousness of the view, a leg stretcher with leather cuffs around her knees splayed her widely; compromised, she had no way to move. The camera zoomed out, showing the piglet-trussed redhead being presented flat-doggie style, immobilized, and on a low dog-grooming table, so guys could walk up between her legs. All that was missing was a red apple in her mouth to complete the BDSM image.
"Go for it!" The Dom chuckled, waving his hands with a flourish to the line of naked men fisting their dicks and waiting anxiously.
Red cooed, "Yeah, boys, go for it! Give me all of those big cocks. I like them hard ... and fast." Her sultry voice did its best to imitate a famous porn star's lines. She certainly enjoyed being on center stage -- until the first burly guy in line stepped between her wide-spread legs.
Then the redhead gasped in surprise, "Oh! Fuck!" and squealed, as the first bulbous cockhead slid inside.
The camera showed a manly-cock prodding her oozing rectum, and in one stroke, that fat cock disappeared inside her.
Red's eyes bugged out, and her face broke open in a wide-mouthed expression, as the first meaty thermometer inserted itself into her. Involuntarily, her head tried to jerk upward in rebellion against his forcefulness. But the collar and short tether restraint held her head down, and the knee brace kept her nakedness open for him. Her voice strained at the abrupt intrusion, but no quarter was given.
