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Click hereSeeing Natalie stand there, leaned against the wall and twiddling one nipple with her fingers, drove me over the cliffs of ecstasy. I bucked. My prick tightened. Natalie grinned. Those fingers dropped to her clit, digging between the puffy outer labia. I released my first buttery discharge into Claire's hungry pussy. Natalie pulled her finger free and walked across the floor to us. I writhed, expelled more fiery semen along my shaft, and suffered a nearly painful tightening of my balls. I couldn't breathe. Each contraction of my cock spilled more of my goo inside Claire's vagina, made her insides more slippery. Each spurt brought a flash of sweet, painful ecstasy from my prick to the base of my skull. I needed air, but my lungs just kept on deflating. My vision went dark, yet I still watched Natalie take her moistened fingertip and slide it into Claire's mouth. Our French lover took that finger, sucked it deep, savored it as she rode out my eruption.
Finally, my blasting cycle wound down. I breathed, tentative and careful, like a fawn testing the ground with shaky legs. I couldn't move. I couldn't see. In my mind, I saw Natalie, first over by the door, the wet around her sex shining gold and silver from the window light. Then I saw her on the cycle from the previous day's photo shoot, staring into my eyes with that I'm-going-to-eat-you-alive expression burning through her face, searing me, igniting me. I quivered, twitched one last drop of semen into Claire, and opened my eyes again. My two women were looking down on me, smiling that satisfied smile I knew must have been on my own face.
A moment later, while I swam in that hazy euphoria after sex, Claire returned with Natalie to the bedroom. Spent, like an empty shotgun shell ejected from the firearm to rattle across the floor, oozing faint gunpowder smoke, I drifted back down into warm, penultimate sleep. I remember only one thing from before the darkness took me completely. I heard Claire in the bedroom, speaking to my sister in that lovely, enticing accent.
"Oh, yes, that's it. Eat your brother out of me. God, girl, I love it when you do that."
- COMMENTS
Jagnagalmost 5 years agoNot sure what story rappier was reading but i loved this.
5* with thanks
camstevens33almost 7 years agoI'm fairly picky about the stories I read on Lit. I can't really get into them if they're poorly formatted and full of misspelled words and such. Yours could have used a little editing, but damn! This was very enjoyable!
Like other commenters, I'm pretty disappointed the story ended where it did. I would've loved to have read about the eventual consummation between brother and sister. I think any good ending leaves some things up in the air, like a chapter in the lives of real people. But I'd have much preferred that chapter to include a few more days!
Still, all-in-all, well done!
Rapier875over 8 years agoFour great chapters, now nothing for 7 years. It is so disappointing when, despite the promises, the author leaves us high and dry.
Just so very, very disappointing !
DYNO224over 9 years agoI'm waiting on your next chapter in this story take your time but hurry.Good job so far nock them both up it's the code of the west pilgrim.
