Chapter 19: Stephanie's Story, Again--After Intermission for Pussy Torture
[Okay, this is the next to last chapter...over soon.]
"If we're back to my story, now," said Stephanie, "then I'm just going to tell you, again: I have no story!"
This time, though, she said it without challenge, almost dreamily. She hadn't moved to cover herself—no modesty. She lay sprawled in the easy chair like a cast-away doll, legs wide apart, trim body in a restful curve, her perfect mounds of breasts at ease, eyes almost closed. What I saw, close to me, was the lolling apart, wanton crotch, well-furred, that my wife, Susan, had just eaten.
As Susan's blond head had bored into her sister's pussy, pursued it as a cat seizes and shakes a mouse, Stephanie's breathing had gone steaming to a pitch of whistling, gasping arousal. The slim, long, model's thighs had clenched shut on either side of Susan's head. Stephanie's hands had grabbed Susan's hair, trying to drag away her lips, and Stephanie was crying out, "No! I've come! It's over! No, you fucking bitch! Oh, God! Please!"
And I realized, like a thump in the head, that my faithful, conventional wife, knew a thing or two about pussy torture. Because, after a moment, Stephanie's shrieks, "Too sensitive! No! I can't take it!" relapsed into more frantic thrusting of the hips, a moan now deep and agonal; and I realized that Susan knew that Little Sis had more orgasms in her twat—but was terrified to release them.
I dimly saw Stephanie (got to explain later what was happening to me) raking her own exquisite hillocks, drawing her fingernails across the stiff pink nipples, and saw that her hips drove up so violently that Susan's head was bouncing— but never releasing its target.
And when my fiery little sister-in-law finally had to let it come, her body hurled into a series of desperate, twisting attempts to save her pussy, which my demure wife frustrated. Finally, Stephanie shrieked, so both Sandra and I jerked back in shock, "No, bitch! Pleeeassee! Don't kill me!"
And only then did Susan sedately lift her lips away from Stephanie's snatch and turn to me with a wide, contented smile. Jeez! Who was the bitch in this family!
Stephanie's yearningly angelic girl's face was bright red, now, and both small hands were clutched protectively over her snatch. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
My participation in this intermission from Stephanie's story of coming of age had been less violent, but with a certain sweetness I will not forget. The older Lorraine woman, Sandra, even as her daughters were digging into their very first sister-on-sister intimacy, had first frigged my cock with ladylike delicacy, then sucked it with tongue swipes timed to arouse but not relieve... And then, with a smile, she had risen to her feet, so I saw the fist-firm body, long and contoured, with abrupt sculpted breasts out-thrust and the deliciously unkempt patch at the apex of long legs.
She smiled down at me, bending slightly so her heavy breasts nosed forward, pointing and swaying, and stepped wide over my sprawling thighs. Like a waitress presenting a fine dish, she paused to open herself with two delicate hands, so I could see the size of the mature clitoris, already butting out of its protective cowl of skin. Her confident hand took my prick in two fingers, and, never shifting her smile from me, she fed it into the crevice of her belly and lowered herself on it. Smiling down at me, Sandra said, "I have the feeling that the incomparable Lorraine girls are treating you to an XXX movie of highest quality! Although I can't quite turn to watch."
She waited a moment, looking right down into my eyes as she engulfed my prick, and murmured: "Can this cunt do it for you, Tommy?"
And then, she was gently and rhythmically rocking her hips, riding her belly on its impalement, and her beautiful, calm face gazed into mine and asked: "Is my cunt pleasing you, Tommy?"
If I didn't come, right then, like a string of Chinese Baby Finger fireworks, blasting all over in flaming release, it was only because I already had come a few times that day. I looked up at my astonishing mother-in-law, her untrimmed bush tickling backward and forward over my own belly, and muttered, "Oh! Slower, please! Slower, so it never ends..."
"It feels good jammed right up me, Tommy!"
I wished to God she would stop talking like that! I could come just on that if nothing was touching me!
"It's so good," I whimpered. "So good!"
"I could bend over to give you a big mouthful of my tit."
"Yes."
"Is big crinkled excited nip, all right?"
Well, you get it. I came. And while I was coming, as I said earlier, I dimly watched my surprisingly talented wife, another Lorraine woman, almost herd her little sister over the cliff.
I don't know how long it had been when Steph said: "If we're back to my story, now, then I'm just going to tell you, again: I have no story!"
But she spoke without animus. Indeed, a little dreamily. I wonder why...
"Well," said Sandra, who had lifted herself with dignity off my semi-hard dick, reaching down into her rich fuzz with a tissue to catch the drips, "you did eventually lose your virginity. So did your excitement over exhibitionism wear thin, or what?"
"Jeez, Mom, I can see your clit still sticking out. You're so fucking swollen! Didn't you come?"
"Actually, no," said Sandra, glancing down toward the topic of conversation. I actually felt my pulse in my clit, toward the end, but you have to be touched, you know..."
"Tommy!" exclaimed Stephanie, bellowing like a master sergeant, "Don't you know you have to touch the girl? I mean, you came in streams! What about my Mom's clit?"
"Stephanie! Don't you dare make him feel bad!" said Sandra, sounding shocked, still standing but now drawing together her slim, strong legs.
"You don't want to come?"
"I do enjoy coming, of course. And whenever I wish, I can make that happen. In this instance, I was pleasuring my son-in-law, which I view as a privilege, not a chore."
"Ah, shit..." said Stephanie, as though expiring, slouching down in the easy chair. She seemed to summon a last effort, and asked, "Do you want me to lick you off?" Given the obvious effort even to speak, it was not much of an invitation!
"Not necessary," said Sandra. She was settling into the couch beside me. "A stiff clit is not the end of the world, you know."
I had missed my cue several times. I struggled to sit up. "I would love to..."
"It was highly erotic and enjoyable, Tommy," said Sandra.
"So, now I'm supposed to tell you about my totally boring, pathetic first fuck?" demanded Stephanie.
