My Sister and Her Friends – Chapter 12

Incest story: My Sister and Her Friends – Chapter 12

by Mojavejoe420

Michele falls off me, still reeling from her orgasm and she lays giggling and laughing. I realize another thing that makes my cock rock-hard, eating pussy. And now, with my first anxious and excitable load already fired, I AM ready to go to work!

As she lays there, I just crawl up into her, spread her legs, and put my fucking cock right up her pussy. Instinctively, I know there’s no need for finesse or foreplay, what we need now is some good hard fucking.

My first thrust takes her by surprise. Excited, she nuzzles my face and licks my chin and cheeks as my cock piles into her. At first she’s still giggling… but that is soon replaced by her short-breath gaspings as my machine-drive cock pummels her pussy.

I’m an animal. No style, no thought for her welfare other than she needs more cock. Give her more cock. I pull out and give her more cock. Slam that shit in there and do it more.

Stroke “Ah!” Stroke “Ah!” Stroke “Ah!” Faster… more cock…

I go so fast I’m a fucking blur, her noisy gasps are replaced by one long moan.

I stop and rise up to take a look at her in the moonlight, and to catch my breath. Sweat drips off my chin onto her tits. Breathing hard, she pulls me down and licks the sweat from my face and whispers “Fuck me David… please keep fucking me…” I stay supported on my hands and fuck her like a crazy man. Her tits don’t know which way to go as they bounce and jiggle all over the fucking place.

“Will you…” manages Michele, between fuck strokes… “Aren’t you going to… like you did with Vanessa?”

She’s asking me why I don’t slap her tits. I say to myself Because I’m in fucking love with you and I don’t want to lose you… but what the fuck… I’m here to please you honey…

“You don’t… want… that…”

“please… David…”

“No… you’re… an… angel.” Hard to talk when fast-fucking…

With her right hand, she slaps her left tit. She has to use her left hand to steady the tit, and she smacks it again.

“Harder,” I say.

Slap!

“Harder,” this is fucking cool, got her slapping her own tits, which is nice because I’m about to fucking fall down…

Slap!

“That’s it… baby… again… more…”

Slap!… Slap!…

But you know, some things men are just better at. I lurch up a bit, leaning on my left side so I can raise my right.

SLAP! across both tits! But… nowhere near as hard as with Vanessa…

“OOhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” And I feel her cunt clench my cock in a vice-grip. She’s cumming, and cumming hard. The extra juice in her cunt canal is nullified by the death grip she’s got on my dick.

But I press on. I keep fucking. SLAP! Fucking Michele. SLAP! Fucking the hottest girl in school. Fucking the hottest bitch on the planet.

Piledriving her cunt.

“stop…” she says weekly…

SLAP! “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” and she cums more.

I ask “Stop… slapping… or.. fucking…”

“I don’t… know… oooooooommmmmmmm… david… david…” she can’t speak more than a whisper…

Near exhaustion, I collapse on top of her, still fucking her but with somewhat less force. Our two sweaty bodies squirming against each other. I stop fucking for a moment and dive head first back into her pussy. I just needed a taste, ya know? I lapped her up for a few moments. then I grabbed both her legs and rolled her onto her stomach. Crawling up, I slide my cock between her ass cheeks. Thoughts of major buttfucking occur to me, but naw, I’m sure we’ll do that another day. I press my cock down, and find a fucking lava cunt furnace waiting for me. Ooooh… this feels different… I force my hands between her tits and the bed, I have to squeeze those lovelies… they mash into my hands with each stroke… her hard nipples digging little holes into my hands…

The different angle rubs me the right way… I cum in about ten strokes… I empty myself into her honeypot… I empty my soul into Michele… I empty my life into her…

I slump down… and eventually slide off… Michele goes and cleans my cock with her mouth. Even her expert mouthwork can’t do anything to me though, at this moment. She comes back up and snuggles me and kisses my neck and chest… my arms around her… whispering her name…

“Michele… I love you. No bullshit. And not like a sister, and not like MY sister! But I love you… so much…”

“I know.”

Huh? That’s it? You know? Jesus Christ what about all this?

But I say, instead, “Um, not really the answer I was looking for…”

“David. I love you, too. In that way, too. But it’s not our time.”

“It sure as hell is!”

“No listen please… It’s not the age difference, I don’t care about that. It’s our life difference. I’m going to New York next year and someday become the Art Gallery queen of the town! And you, you need to finish school, and find a job, and start your life and find yourself. After that, THEN let’s see where you and I stand. ok?”

“So… is this it?”

“Oh HELL no! But David, we can’t tie each other down right now. I can’t marry you now, you’d resent me forever because you haven’t fucked enough girls yet.”

“I can fuck you plenty, that’s enough for me…”

“Nooo. Be honest, aren’t there more girls you’d like to make love to? What about that girl who was hanging onto you at the party?”

“Well, she’s nothing compared to you…”

“Maybe she is and maybe she isn’t. Find out! The worst thing you can do is get stuck with a girl at this age. Look around! There’s 500 girls at this school. You should have fucked at least half of them by the time you finish here. Enjoy life! Get some experiences! Find a black chick! Nail some European girls… a French girl with hairy armpits…”

“Yuk!”

“Swedish babes are nice. And asian chicks, some of them are beautiful! You need to sow your wild oats, well, sow them into a condom, and after you’re done, we’ll see about you and me.”

“You’ll let me fuck a black chick?”

“Yeah, you can fuck two if you want!”

“Uh…. do you know any?”

Punch in my arm!

“Gotta work on your post-coital talk, baby.”

“Post-what-al?”

“Don’t ask chicks you just fucked to hook you up with someone else.”

“Well, you started it!”

I sighed heavily… and continued on.

“Michele… I do love you. But I see what you’re saying and it makes sense. It will take some getting used to, though. But I get it. You know, you’re like Yoda, you are very wise.”

“Ok another tip. Don’t tell girls you just fucked they look like an 800 year old green dwarf!”

“Just… it will be hard for me to see you with… another guy… don’t get mad at me for too long when I lose my cool.”

“Don’t make me take these babies away from you!” she said as she held a tit up for me.

I immediately sucked it, loving her more for the wisdom, her thoughtfulness, her strength…

“Just don’t go marrying anyone until I’ve had a proper chance.”

“Deal!”

“I’m thirsty…”

“Me too…”

We dress, but her outfit doesn’t stay together, she has to hold on to it as we walk towards the door. Opening the door, I realize this room is right off the lobby of the sorority house. The lobby that has several couches and tables. The lobby that has probably 10-15 girls in it, including Jennifer from before… who all heard every bit of the enormous fucking I just gave Michele…

One girl claps, two, more, soon they all hoot and holler at us. Michele blushes.

I tip my hat to the ladies. I thought it was a cool move.

“Got a drink for some thirsty people?” I ask.

We are ushered in to the kitchen for some beers and some snacks. Michele introduces me around. Nice.

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After an hour or so, we decide to head back to our town.

“We girls were supposed to meet back at Vanessa’s and spend the night,” Michele informs me. “But… I don’t know where they are now, of course. I was… uh… getting fucked by some wild kid.”

“Watch your language, woman! And keep your tits covered! My god, people will think you’re a cocksucker or something!” We were teasing. You shoulda known that.

So we head back to Vanessa’s house. We spy Vickie’s POS Nissan out front. She took that to the party, says Michele, so they are obviously back now. With Michele’s current state of clothing malfunction, and the fact that I’m a guy with a hard cock (well, not at the moment, the fucker was actually kind of worn out), we decide to sneak around the back to Vanessa’s window. No curtains, we can see right in.

Vickie and Vanessa are sucking each other’s cunts in a 69.

Ok, not really. But it sounds cool. They were just sitting on her bed sipping something out of coffee mugs. Bailey’s and tea, it turned out to be. I get the bright idea of dragging a lounge chair over to the window so I can stand on it. I drop trou, of course, and dangle my dick in the window. Michele giggles and taps on the glass. The girls inside look up, and squeal with glee as they see a decent-sized but sleepy cock in the window. Michele takes it in hand and wraps her lips around the end of it. Vanessa came up to the window, took off her top, and mashed her gigantic tits against the glass by us.

I slipped and made some noise and Michele was giggling as she tried to keep my cock in her mouth. Whoops.

The patio door slides open as the porch light flicks on. It’s the Mom. Mrs. Aramendia. Mrs. ‘A’. Mrs. A with the unbelievably large tits. Mrs. A with an angry face, too.

Michele releases my cock from her mouth. It slips out, glistening a little in the porch light. I probably should have put him away, but I was feeling pretty fucking great at this point. So I stood there on the lounge chair with my pants around my ankles and my dick hanging low.

“Hello Mrs. A,” I say without stammering. I hold her stare.

She looks at me, at Michele, at her daughter with her tits grinding on the glass because Vanessa hasn’t seen this yet, and back at me. She wants to cross her arms, but she can’t do that with her tits. So she crosses them under her tits, cradling them. She wants to look mean but she looks pretty fucking cute right now…

“I could have you arrested, you know…”

“Missus Ayyyy,” I say, exaggerating the ‘A’. I step down off the chair, and fall down because my pants are on my ankles. I am the epitome of the smooth move, I tell you what!

Mrs. A and Michele try to help me up. I end up kicking off my pants entirely so that now I’m just standing there in my Leather jacket, shirt, and Indy hat. Michele has forgotten about her own ripped dress and stands there with one boob hanging out entirely in the cool night air.

“You… goddamnit what is this…” Mrs A is not happy. Definitely not happy. Still cute, but not happy.

“Can I talk to you alone, over here?” And I take Mrs A to the other side of the porch. We talk for a couple minutes.

She gives me a hug, pats my bare ass, and goes inside into the kitchen.

I pick up my pants, grab Michele’s hand, and we walk in and go back to Vanessa’s room.

“Ok,” says Vickie, my sister, remember her? She started all this sex shit…

“What the fuck did you just say?”

I just smiled and said, “That’s between me and Mrs.A.” Meanwhile, Vanessa is still standing by the window without any shirt on. Her enormous boobs hanging down, her nipples engorged.

Vanessa is pissed. The Aramendia women get pissed easily, apparently.

“Ok wait a minute. I couldn’t fuck you last week, right? And I was good, right? I honored the sisterhood code… and now, you’ve fucked your sister… and you obviously fucked this tramp, no offense.”

“None taken, bitch,” said Michele, teasing again.

“And I’m left out in the fucking cold with nobody fucking me!”

She plopped down on the bed, head in her hands, and she actually was crying!

I had an internal talk with my cock. We decided we would give it the old college try.

The girls tried to console her for a moment. I knew she was just a drama queen, and wanted some attention. I will give her some attention. Shall we play a game?

I went over to my pile of crap and unhooked the coiled whip that Vanessa loaned me earlier for my costume.

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