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Harper Valley USA - 4 Waiting for Ashley
byy Filthy Fiction (filthyfiction@hotmail.com)
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This is the fourth chapter of what will be a continuing
series depicting the melodramatic sexual adventures of a
typical suburban family. For those who enjoy pantyhose
stories, this series will focus heavily (though, not
totally) on that particular fetish, as well as the
obvious incest themes.
***
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction
containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between
adults and minors. While all of the sex depicted is
consensual, the author does not intend to promote incest
or sexual relations with underage children. The story is
written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who
are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not
to read this.
This is the fourth chapter of what will be a continuing
series depicting the melodramatic sexual adventures of a
typical suburban family. For those who enjoy pantyhose
stories, this series will focus heavily (though, not
totally) on that particular fetish, as well as the
obvious incest themes.
Each chapter will be written predominantly from the point
of view of one member of the family.
We hope you enjoy it. Please send your comments and
suggestions.
Your friends at Filthy Fiction...
Story codes: (m/f, f/f, teen, inc, family, pantyhose,
cum, rim, oral, voy, exh, bi, solo, slow, plot, cons,
rom)
Harper Valley USA
By Filthy Fiction
Chapter Four
Waiting for Ashley
It was 9:15, on Saturday morning, when Tiffany arrived at
Shannon's house and rang the doorbell. She stood on the
front porch with her proud tits nearly flopping from the
so-called top of her yellow string bikini. Considering
her work outdoors, she decided to ditch the pantyhose
and, instead, stuffed herself into an inexplicably tight
pair of white Capris that zipped from the back. The
string of her matching yellow thong was clearly visible
as it curled around the butter-soft skin of her narrow
waist.
Jonathan had somehow managed to convince Tiffany to let
him tag along. She figured it couldn't hurt to bring some
free labor. She tossed all the shammies and a few bottles
of cleaning fluid in a big brown box meant for him to
carry. Luckily, Shannon only lived about two streets
over.
When Shannon came to the door, instead of saying hello,
she lifted one eyebrow, openly appraised Tiffany's outfit
from head to toe and made a sound like a cash register.
"Cha-ching," Shannon said, smirking and shaking her head
as she pored over the more notable assets of her best
friend. "God, I'd kill for that body."
Tiffany shoved her and walked past. "Shut up," she said.
"Like boys don't hit on you all day."
"Just the ugly ones," she said, with a plaintive sigh.
She turned, flipping the curly locks of her chocolate
brown hair. She smiled as Jonathan struggled up the
steps. "Hey, Johnny," she said. "As usual, I see your
sister's making you do all the work. Such a bitch, isn't
she?"
Before Jonathan could speak, Tiffany yelled warningly,
"Don't answer that, unless you really want to know what
it feels like to get your ass kicked in front of another
girl." Jonathan smirked. Tiffany looked around at the
empty house and furrowed her brows with curiosity.
"Where is everyone?" she asked.
Shannon told Jonathan to leave all the cleaning supplies
on the porch. She shut the door and floated across the
living room doing pirouettes. She didn't seem to mind
being home alone.
"Dad's at the golf course. Mom went to the salon. Adam is
hanging out at Kevin's, with Matt and Josh. God, I love
it. It's so quiet."
"But I thought your brother was coming to help out," said
Tiffany, with a hint of disappointment. "Who's going to
drive us now?"
"Ashley," Shannon said. "She has her mother's SUV. They
should be here any minute."
"They?" said Tiffany, watching Shannon practice her
ballet in a black leotard and white opaque tights. With
one foot slightly raised off the floor, and the other
supporting all of her weight, Shannon leaned forward,
with her head up, and weightlessly extended her arms in
mid-air. Her raised foot slowly elevated all the way back
until her sinuous leg stretched parallel to the floor.
Tiffany was impressed by the ease of her body control.
"Just how many are there?" she asked.
Shannon gracefully resumed her erect her posture, her
hands elegantly rising above her head. Her left foot came
forward. She planted it on the carpet, which led into
another
graceful spin.
"Well," Shannon paused, counting in her head. "There's
you and me, plus your brother. That's three. Ashley's
coming. That's four. I know she's brining Danielle
Moriarty and Naomi Nishi. So that's six. That's more than
enough, don't you think?"
"Well, yeah," said Tiffany. "But a couple more guys
wouldn't hurt."
"This is a car wash, Tiff," said Shannon, who grabbed
Jonathan and started waltzing around the living room.
"More girls, equals more money. We can always stop by
Kevin's when we're done. I'm sure Adam will be there for
a while."
"Oh?" Tiffany said with interest. "How do you know that?"
Shannon replied sarcastically. "Uh, hello," she said.
"Kevin's parents...out of town...as usual." She rolled
her eyes. "Johnny, did your sister suffer any head
injuries as a child?"
"Not that I know of," he said. His face was even with the
taller girl's chest. "Maybe it's not a head injury," he
snickered. "Just an injury from giving too much head."
Shannon burst into a fit of high-pitched laughter, one
hand holding her stomach, as the other covered her mouth.
"Oh, damn," she said, still giggling as she and Jonathan
slapped hands. "He got you on that one, Tiff. I never
knew your brother was so funny."
"Yeah." Tiffany smirked. "He's hysterical."
Shannon gave Jonathan a subtle wink. She spread her feet,
folded at the waist and set her palms flat on the floor.
Tiffany noticed Jonathan staring at her legs.
"Anyway, if all else fails," Shannon said glibly. "You
can always meet Adam behind the gym on Monday."
Tiffany felt a chill. Shannon finished her stretch and
stood upright. She tossed her hair back and smiled
indifferently. Tiffany was stunned, but only for an
instant.
"So that's why you wouldn't talk to me yesterday," she
reasoned. "You saw us in the supply room?"
Shannon shook her head. "Not really, no." She explained.
She kept her feet parted, stretched one arm over head and
bent her torso sideways. "I was leaving the girl's locker
room after dance class. I saw you come out. Actually, I
saw Adam first. He had this really weird look on his
face. He told me he couldn't talk right then and he took
off.
I started to follow him. Then, I looked back and saw you
walking by yourself." She switched arms and stretched the
other way. "You never walk by yourself. I figured
something was up, but I didn't want you to think I was
trying to accuse of you anything."
Tiffany sighed. Jonathan was staring with disbelief.
"You fucked Adam at school?" he said. "If Dad finds out,
you are so dead."
Tiffany steamed. "For the last time," she said with a
sneer. "I did not FUCK Adam at school, or anywhere else,
for that matter. We fooled around for a while. Things got
a little out of hand. Then, he left. End of story."
"Even still," Jonathan replied. "You know Dad doesn't
even want you making out with other boys."
"Other boys?" Shannon intruded nosily. "Other boys
besides who?"
"No one," Tiffany said. "My father doesn't want me
fooling around with anyone. Period."
"Until when," Shannon said. "Menopause?"
"It isn't funny, Shannon," Tiffany said. "I wouldn't
trade my family for anything, but..." She paused, slowly
exhaling. "I just don't see how I'm going to make my
father
understand."
"What's to understand?" Shannon asked. "Are you in love
with my brother?"
Tiffany scratched her head. Her face got all scrunched as
she sucked her teeth and flopped her arms helplessly by
her sides.
"I don't know," she said. "I'm sorry, Shannon. I
shouldn't have kept this from you. I just didn't want you
to feel, you know, like jealous or anything."
"Jealous," Shannon scoffed. "That's why you've been
hiding this from me? You thought I'd be jealous of you
and my brother." Shannon turned to Jonathan with
bewilderment on her knitted eyebrows. "I think you're
right, Johnny. All those blowjobs must be depriving her
of vital oxygen to the brain."
Jonathan shrugged. Shannon moved over to her shaken
friend. Tiffany felt a hand on her shoulder and looked
up, fighting back tears.
"Hey," Shannon said. "We've known each other since Justin
was on Mickey Mouse. We go back, you and me. You're like
my sister. Remember when I had that sleep-over and you
were the only girl out of the whole school that showed
up. You barely even knew my name, but you came anyway.
Remember why?"
Tiffany sniffled. "I thought you had pretty hair."
Shannon smiled. "Think about that, Tiff," said her dark-
haired friend. "From the day my family moved here from
New York, all I wanted was to be a pretty blonde like all
other the girls."
"Then, here you come," she continued, "easily the
prettiest girl in school, and you tell me," she stopped
and pointed at herself, "that you think I have pretty
hair." She shook her head, as if still in disbelief.
"Now, come on. How am I supposed to forget something like
that? Do you really think I care that you're hot for my
brother? I have eyes. I know he's cute. If we weren't
related, I'd screw him myself."
Tiffany made an astonished face. Shannon ignored it. "So
the way I see it," she added casually. "Since I'm sure
that I'll never get the pleasure, why not pass the
benefits on to you?"
Tiffany was hugging Shannon before she even knew it.
Shannon squeezed tight, but only for a moment. She wasn't
the touchy-feely type.
"All right," Shannon said. "We're not in Sunnydale. We
don't need to get all Willow and Tara on each other.
Besides, Ashley should be here soon."
Tiffany backed off. "I'm sorry," she said, wiping her
eyes. "I don't know why I've been acting so flaky
lately."
"You're in love," Shannon said. "Insanity comes on the
side. It's like parsley. You don't ask for it. It's just
there."
Tiffany laughed finally. Shannon tapped her on the arm.
As her hand fell, Tiffany caught it and squeezed.
"I love you, Shannon," she whispered. "We'll always be
friends."
Shannon sighed. "You're not going to let go until I say
it back, are you?"
Tiffany shook her head.
"Okay," Shannon admitted, cocking her head. "I love you,
too. You're my bestest friend in the whole wide world."
Jonathan gagged. "Is this gonna go on much longer? I'd
like to keep my breakfast down."
Shannon grabbed Jonathan and commenced tickling him
mercilessly. Jonathan countered by tickling her right
back. The two ended up wrestling until Jonathan had
Shannon pinned, with her back on the floor. He used all
of his weight to push her knee back into her chest. He
used the moment to his advantage as his hands traveled up
and down her velvety tights. Shannon finally begged for
mercy and Jonathan reluctantly helped her to her feet.
"Dude," Shannon said. "You're pretty strong."
"So my mom keeps telling me."
"Do you wrestle with her too?" Shannon wondered.
"Something like that." He said cryptically.
Shannon gave him an odd glance and shrugged it off.
Tiffany checked the time.
"Shouldn't she be here by now," she said. "We're supposed
to start at ten."
Shannon waved a dismissive hand. "She's a blonde. She
probably got lost."
Tiffany smirked at the cheap shot. She pointed at
Shannon's outfit and frowned with disapproval.
"Is that what you're wearing?"
Shannon made no effort to hide her annoyance. "Uh, no"
she said. "I've got my swimsuit upstairs. I was just
doing my morning exercises. Trying to work off this
butt."
Tiffany sucked her teeth. "There's nothing wrong with
your butt. Guys like them big."
Shannon rolled her eyes. "Yeah, black guys," she said.
"My father would disown me in a heartbeat if I ever dated
a black guy."
"Is he that racist?"
Shannon nodded. "He would never admit, but he is. He even
yells at me when I listen to Nelly in my bedroom."
Jonathan chuckled. He danced around, singing, "It's
getting hot in heeere...so take off all your clothes!"
Shannon smiled instantly, shaking her ass from side to
side. She threw up her hands, opened her legs and rubbed
her crotch against Jonathan's thigh. Tiffany couldn't
help but laugh as her crazy friend sang the chorus.
"I am... getting too hot... I wanna take my clothes off!"
"All right, you two," said Tiffany. "I think you both
need to back off."
"Why?" said the feisty brunette. "It's not like he's my
brother. Besides, he's a pretty good dancer."
Jonathan thanked her for the compliment. He then added
that he enjoyed watching her dance, too. Shannon was
clearly flattered. Tiffany had to respect Jonathan's cool
attitude. All that time spent with his mother had made
him much more confident around older women. After a brief
awkward silence, Shannon decided she should run up and
change. When Shannon was gone, Tiffany couldn't help
smiling at her little brother. Apparently, Jonathan
didn't realize why.
"What?" He said innocently.
"You're such a flirt." She snickered. "And I thought I
was bad."
Jonathan whined. "We were just dancing."
"Yeah, dirty dancing," she winked. She turned as she
heard Shannon's voice calling from upstairs.
Tiffany went up to check on her friend. She didn't intend
for Jonathan to follow, but he did anyway. They entered
Shannon's bedroom, where she stood in front of the mirror
inspecting her choice of attire. She didn't look happy.
"Does my ass look fat in this?" Shannon said.
She was wearing a white tankini top with spaghetti
straps, and a purple sarong covering what she considered
to be her abnormally large backside. In fact, Shannon's
ass had the noticeably rotund curvature normally
associated with women of color. In school, they called it
a 'ghetto booty.'
On the whole, Tiffany actually thought Shannon looked
rather nice. While her breasts weren't as full, when
compared with her own. Tiffany did like the way her
pointy nipples poked through her thin white top. Even if
Shannon didn't match the local standard of beauty, there
was definitely something sexy about her. It may have been
just because she was so much to be around fun.
As Tiffany helped Shannon touch up her hair and make-up,
Jonathan fumbled around in the far corner of the bedroom
where Shannon kept her laundry hamper. On top of the open
basket was a worn pair of navy blue pantyhose that
Jonathan picked up with no hesitation whatsoever. He held
the hose aloft, stroking his fingers down each leg and
then turned to see if the girls might be watching. When
the moment was right, he pressed the cotton panel up to
his nose and deeply inhaled.
"What the fuck is he doing?" Shannon said in a raised
voice.
"Johnny!" Tiffany yelled. "Put those down right now!"
Her brother slowly lifted his face from the musky scent.
He looked back at them and calmly blinked once or twice.
"What's the problem?" He said.
Shannon rushed over and snatched the treasured garment
from his hand.
"The problem is I just caught you sniffing my pantyhose!"
Tiffany hung her head in her hands. "Johnny, I can't
believe this. I knew I should have left you at home. Are
you completely retarded?"
Her brother made several attempts to speak, but failed
each time. He looked at Shannon who stood there with arms
folded waiting for an explanation. Tiffany knew she would
have to be the one to set this straight.
"Shannon," she said. "I'm sorry. My brother," she paused
and sighed. "My brother has this thing about pantyhose.
It's hard to explain."
"No, it isn't," Shannon said. "I've read about this on
the net. They have a term for it, actually. It's
something like, 'sick degenerate freak.' But then again,
I'm not an expert."
Tiffany sat on Shannon's bed. It was clear from the look
on her friend's face that a simple apology wasn't going
to clear this up.
"He's not a freak," Tiffany said, taking Jonathan by the
hand. Her brother dropped his head, perhaps to free
himself from Shannon's cold stare. "In fact," Tiffany
added. "The truth is... we both like pantyhose."
Shannon frowned deeply. "Whoa. Hang on," she said. "What
the hell does that mean?"
Tiffany waited to find the words. Jonathan met her brief
glance from the corner of his eye. Tiffany squeezed his
hand.
"It means that I'm one of the reasons why Jonathan loves
pantyhose so much."
Shannon still didn't catch on. She squinted as her eyes
shifted from sister to brother. "So what are you saying?"
She asked. "Are you saying that Jonathan steals your
pantyhose? Then what, he takes them to his room and
whacks off?"
Tiffany froze Shannon with the coolness of her serious
eyes. In a bold, measured tone, she looked at her friend
and flatly stated, "He doesn't have to steal them."
Shannon blanched. Tiffany proceeded.
"Usually, when he goes to his room to jack off, I go with
him. In my pantyhose."
Shannon tried to swallow. Her mouth was dry. "This is a
joke, right. You're both just trying to mess with me.
Fucking with my head. All right," she laughed nervously.
"I get it. Very funny. Maybe a little too Jerry Springer,
but what can I say. You got me."
"She's not kidding," Jonathan said. The sudden sound of
his voice clearly startled his sister's friend. "I love
Tiffany. And she loves me. Sometimes we do stuff to make
each other feel good. It's normal in our house."
"Normal?" Shannon shivered. "In your house? Oh, my God!
Do your parents know about this?"
Tiffany smiled. "Our parents started this."
Shannon turned and walked away. Her shoulders slumped and
her long, bushy hair hid most of her face. She walked to
the opposite end of the room, turned and leaned her back
up against the wall.
"I don't believe this," she said. "How long has this been
going on?"
"About a year," Tiffany said. "Our parents believe that
sex is just another expression of love. They also think
it's safer for us to have sex with each other, given the
way things are with diseases and what not."
"So you have sex with your parents?" Shannon said,
shuddering as the words came out of her incredulous
mouth.
"All the time," Tiffany answered. "And there's nothing
like it."
"How can you say that?" Shannon said, raising her hands
and hunching her shoulders as she frumpled her face with
incomprehension. "They're your fucking parents. Johnny is
your fucking brother. Don't you feel the least bit... I
don't know... guilty about that?"
Jonathan took the floor. "Shannon," he said. "You said
yourself that you would screw your brother if you weren't
related. So, obviously, you have those kinds of feelings,
too. All we're doing is acting on how we feel. It's only
wrong, if you believe it is."
Shannon laughed nervously. "Well, what the fuck else am I
supposed to believe?"
"Believe your heart," Tiffany said, standing up and
slowly bridging the divide between them.
Shannon looked too afraid to even move. She could have
run out the door. She could have said something, anything
to reason with her best friend. Instead, she just stood
there, watching and waiting as Tiffany approached one
step at a time.
Tiffany reached forward and took Shannon by each hand.
Her fingers were cold. Tiffany squeezed them intently.
She liked the way Shannon smelled. There was mango and
papaya in her shampoo. Her scent was tropical. Tiffany
inhaled. She looked deeply in her friend's eyes. The
trust was still there, but she saw something more now.
Passion.
The first and only time they had ever kissed, Shannon had
agreed to let Tiffany peck her on the lips just for
practice, when they were both only eight years old. The
second time
was much more grown-up.
Tiffany leaned in and used her tender lips to moisten the
yielding flesh around Shannon's mouth. As if slowly
letting the air out of an inflated balloon, Shannon
released the warm air of her pent-up passion right into
Tiffany's mouth. The heat filled her best friend's lungs
and Tiffany panted along with her, cleaving and smearing
their wet lips all over one
and other.
As Jonathan took in the scene, he was so overwhelmed that
he instantly pulled out his stiff cock and began stroking
it between the lacy pillows and stuffed animals on
Shannon's bed.
Tiffany drove Shannon wild with the skill of her hot
mouth. Shannon was no virgin, but she had never been
handled by anyone in such a manner. Tiffany's tongue did
pirouettes in her mouth. Shannon found herself sucking it
and then Tiffany returned the favor.
When Tiffany set hands on her heaving breasts, Shannon
gasped and closed her eyes, chin lifting with intense
sensations coursing through her body. Between Tiffany's
tweaking fingers, Shannon's nipples peaked and reached
out to be sucked on.
Tiffany slid the shirt up and fused her hungry mouth to
one and then the other. Her tongue flapped like the wing
of a hummingbird, then she nagged the tawny nubbin
between her teeth, grazing until Shannon whimpered and
snatched her back up to feast on that tongue again.
It was only a matter of seconds, before Shannon noticed
Jonathan on the bed, his cock in one hand, her pantyhose
now back in the other. She smiled across the room.
Jonathan fondled his impressive cock as if waving it at
her from a distance. Shannon broke the kiss and sauntered
back to the bed. The smile on her face was, in a word:
deadly.
"Give me those," she said, thrusting out her left hand.
Jonathan took a second to contemplate, before
relinquishing her nylons. Shannon whipped off her skirt,
and then shimmied off her bikini bottom. Tiffany zoomed
over and leaned against the dresser. Shannon sat on the
edge of the bed, and swiftly rolled the navy blue
pantyhose down the length of her taut balletic legs.
As she stood up to stretch them over her rump, Jonathan
gawked at the exquisite sight of her perfectly domed
asscheeks. The curve and the thickness over her white
girl booty made the dusky pantyhose look deliciously
overstuffed.
With all the grace and fluidity of a trained dancer,
Shannon rose on her toes, quarter-turned and craned her
right leg so it locked in a perfectly straight line,
aiming her pointed toes at the boy beating off on her
bed.
"Is this what you gets you off?" She asked him directly.
"Yes," said Jonathan. "That and watching you make out
with my sister."
Shannon smiled. Tiffany smiled too. Shannon set her
elevated foot on the bed. She peered over him, head
resting on her knee as her hand swished up and down her
ever-nearing pantyhose.
"I see," she said. "Does that mean that you would rather
have me make out with her, than make out with you?"
Jonathan swallowed. "Um, no. I didn't say that."
"Really?" She replied, tossing the silky brown ringlets
of her hair. "It sure sounded that way to me. Didn't it
sound that way to you, Tiff?"
Tiffany sidled up beside the brunette. Her lips feathered
across Shannon's cheek. Shannon flicked back with the tip
of her tongue. Their eyes dimmed as they watched
Jonathan's feverish reaction to Tiffany sliding her hands
inside the elastic band around Shannon's waist.
Tiffany's fingers combed through the curly bush over
Shannon's mound. Her middle finger randomly brushed over
Shannon's clit before she intended. Shannon flinched with
a short breath as she grabbed Tiffany's wrist. A whisper
of regret made Shannon relax her grip. Tiffany's fingers
resumed their exploration. The wetness was like dipping
her finger into warm oil. She drilled her finger inside
the hole and jiggled it inside. Shannon groaned.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Tiff! Yes, stick your finger in me!"
She pleaded.
Tiffany surprised her with another. Shannon squeaked.
Jonathan was still watching. Tiffany relished the sight
of his unflagging hard-on. She leaned closer and purred
in Shannon's ear.
"Can I ask you a question?" She whispered.
Shannon panted, "Yes."
"Do you ever think about sucking your brother's cock?"
Shannon closed her eyes. Brown hair fell in her face as
her head sunk. She nodded twice.
Below a whisper, she confessed. "All the time."
"Isn't that why you're always talking about how big it
is?" Tiffany murmured. "Wouldn't you love to feel it in
your mouth?"
Shannon trembled. Tiffany had her pussy in the palm of
her hand. Her best friend's fingers circled and vibrated
her clit. This for a girl who could often cum just by
squeezing her legs together. Her mind was doing
cartwheels.
"God, yes!" She shouted. "I want to suck his cock so
bad!"
"Why haven't you?" Tiffany oozed. "Why haven't you sucked
on that big cock?"
"Because," Shannon shivered. "He's... he's my brother...
I just... Oh God, I just wouldn't know how."
Tiffany smiled, winking at Jonathan. "Let me show you,"
she said.
Her brother scooted to the edge of the bed. Tiffany knelt
between his legs. His cock vanished in the soft hollow of
her mouth, as her downy tongue swaddled his shaft with
soft swirls and slithers. Shannon gaped at the ease with
which Tiffany inhaled her brother's seven-inch dick. She
slurped and suckled with such perverse delight. She
wanted Shannon to see what she had been missing, all that
she could have been doing with Adam all this time.
"You see," Tiffany told her, between bobbing and
stroking. "It's not hard, at all."
Shannon smiled. "Oh, it's hard, all right. Extremely
hard."
Jonathan grinned. "Why don't we let Shannon practice on
me first?"
Tiffany kept his dick in her mouth as she nodded. "Mm
hmm." She slurped her way up to the top and popped the
head right out. She smiled at Shannon as she held the
shaft, waved it like a magic wand. "Are you ready to give
it a shot?"
Shannon pounced on it like a winning Lotto ticket.
Jonathan threw his head back and bellowed on contact with
Shannon's voracious mouth. Her curling fingers made a
perfect sheath for his rigid staff. She had bigger hands
than his tiny sister and clearly knew how to use them.
She churned his cock up and down with her tight pumping
fist. Her lips glued around the head as her tongue darted
all around, sampling this intriguing new flavor. Tiffany
knelt beside Shannon watching with fascination. She
hadn't yet learned how to deep-throat, but Tiffany
figured there would be enough time to teach her before
Shannon got a chance to suck her brother.
As Shannon went down on the long, hard, pulsing and meaty
meal between Jonathan's legs, Tiffany worked her own
mischief, sinking down to the floor and coming up with
her head up against the bed and her face rising toward
Shannon's nylon-covered snatch.
One poke with a sharp nail was all she needed to render
that pussy helpless against the oral invasion of her wet
lips and tongue. Shannon was too lost in her own
succulent heaven to even care when Tiffany ripped her
pantyhose open.
Tiffany delighted at the mere sight of Shannon's chubby
pussy. A damp ring of curly brown hairs circled the pale
outer lips. Spreading the lips with her fingers revealed
the juicy pink membranes -- pink as strawberry ice cream
-- Tiffany spiked her tongue all the way in.
She wagged and fidgeted inside and out, lapping that
soggy cunt and sucking out all those syrupy juices.
Shannon writhed and undulated against Tiffany's mouth.
Her groans and whimpers grew louder and more frequent,
the faster and harder Tiffany munched on her sweet
pussyhole.
"Ohhhh! Ohh my God! Mmmmm! Yes, Tiff! Ohhh fuck! Lick my
pussy! Lick my fucking pussy!" Shannon wailed inches from
Jonathan's cock. When she wasn't screaming, she was
sucking and licking, licking and sucking, and always
stroking,
stroking, stroking.
"Mmmphhh shhlluurrppp hhhmmpphhhh sshhhlliicckkk,"
Tiffany answered with her mouth lunching on Shannon's
honeypot. Consumed with intense pleasure, Tiffany wedged
her hand through her tight pants and did her best to
reach her own aching clit as she fastened her lips around
Shannon's button and suctioned for dear life. Shannon
went ballistic.
"OHHHHH!!!! UNNNGGH!!! OHH SHHHITTT!!! UH HUH! UH HUH!
YESSS! YESSS! SUCK!! OH YES!! HARD! SUCK HARD!! MMMMM
FUCK YEEAH!! OH TIFF! OH TIFF! SUCK IT SUCK IT SUCK IT
SUCK IT SUCK IT SUCK IT!!!"
The room filled with Shannon's echoing screams. She
bucked and jerked and shivered and shook as her thighs
locked around Tiffany's head and her juices fountained
over Tiffany's lips.
Seizing the moment, Jonathan scuttled off the bed,
mounted Shannon from behind and drove his scintillating
cock through the wetness that his sister had just
unleashed. His hands squeezed against her smooth,
slippery pantyhose, as the young man tunneled his steely
cock through her molten cunt, thrashing and thrusting
like a furious piston as his balls swung over his
sister's face.
Not one to miss a golden opportunity, Tiffany brushed her
tongue against that hard-flapping ball sac. The angle was
bad, but Tiffany got a better idea. She sat up, spun
around and grabbed hold of Jonathan's ass. Her wet, wormy
tongue made a home in the rank greasy crevice of her
brother's dirty asshole.
The deeper and faster Tiffany licked, the harder it was
for Jonathan to keep his rhythm. Shannon could barely
stand the mind-blowing pleasure as Jonathan ceaselessly
delivered pump after deep, driving pump with his
surprisingly thick and rigid cock.
"Ohh God, Johnny!" Shannon screamed. "I'm gonna cum
again. Keep fucking my pussy, Johnny! You're gonna make
me cum! Yes! Yes! Harder!! YES! OH YES!! OH FUCK! OH
FUCK! OH GOD! FUCK ME JOHNNY!! FUCK MEEEEE!!!"
And Jonathan did. He kept slamming and slamming, even as
Tiffany did her best to make him cum instantly with that
fire-hot tongue diddling his ticklish butthole.
When Shannon came the second time, Jonathan's tireless
ram-rod was the obvious reason. Her rapid convulsions
shook the whole bed as her head smacked the mattress and
she tossed her curly brown mane. She could barely make a
sound, just squeals and whimpers as the shocks kept
coming over and over. As Jonathan dislodged, she could do
nothing but lie there and drip with her own sweat.
Jonathan eyed his sister, as she knelt on the floor.
Tiffany could only smile and look on him with sibling
pride. If she looked hard enough, she could almost see
Greg, with that same masterful presence.
"I didn't forget," said her confident younger brother.
Tiffany blanked. "Forget what?"
"Rule number nine."
Tiffany smiled from ear to ear. Her hot mouth enveloped
his cock and greedily, sloppily, ecstatically sucked
every drop of Shannon's yummy pussy right off.
Jonathan called out at the top of his voice and launched
one, two, three, four, five shots of hot boiling cum
straight down Tiffany's throat. Tiffany cradled the shaft
and nursed out every single ounce. She patiently siphoned
his fat seething balls, draining them of any trace of
that savory, intoxicating brew.
As the three of them slumped in a listless pile on
Shannon's bed, the sound of the horn blowing from outside
didn't rouse them for at least two minutes.
"Oh shit," Shannon said as she lurched from her stupor.
"Is that Ashley?" Jonathan said weakly.
"Must be," Tiffany answered. "God, look at us. We can't
let them see us like this."
"No kidding," Shannon said. "So what do we do?"
"I don't know," Tiffany said, with an anxious breath.
"But we better think of something."
To be continued...
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