Without a word she stripped her overall and underwear off and came and stood close to my face. I could smell her intoxicating musk. I bent slightly and kissed her bush. Moved my mouth down until I could feel sliminess on my mouth and slipped my tongue into her heat. She tasted of the sea and caught her breath. She started moving her hips involuntarily against my face and I could hear the squelch every time she touched me. Was there no end to her mucous? She was in an absolute trance on the end of my tongue, and eventually I got up and took her through to the bedroom.
She was so acutely aroused, her eyes were half-closed and her lips were half-open and wet. I wasted no time and lay her down on the bed. I went and put the bedside lamp on and opened her legs. Cookie was dark-skinned, her short but expansive bush black and shiny like anthracite, and her inside was dark Turkish Delight. I climbed on her without ceremony and started fucking her with a technique I had used before on various girls and women. Fast and hard in, excruciatingly slow on the way out, an appreciable pause, and then repeat. Seven of these later, Cookie came violently and burst into tears. I waited a bit and then started with a relentless rhythm. That was it. Cookie started coming reliably every twenty strokes or so. She was panting and squealing when she came, and I started pinching her nipples. They were swollen and sensitive.
Then I kissed her, and she came involuntarily, almost on top of the previous orgasm. She was going mad under me, but I kept up the combo of fast strokes, nipple tweaks and kissing using my tongue. It was too much for her senses and she screamed. I decided to come as well. Like a geyser.
I rolled off her and lay exhausted. A minute later I heard deep breathing. I looked, and Cookie was fast asleep. Shit. I hope her mother wasn't looking for her. I lay for a while and went to shower the strong pungent cunt smell off me. I put off the bedside lamp and went into the kitchen. I was sitting drinking some ice-cold beer when I heard a noise. I looked up and there was Ivy her sister. I beckoned her in, thinking with a sinking feeling that her mother would also be with. I didn't say anything. Ivy was wearing the yellow t-shirt that she had been wearing earlier, and had a striped towel around her waist. Her hair was shorter than Cookies, but the resemblance was uncanny. I asked her if she wanted some Coke and she nodded shyly. I got up and got some out of the fridge. Poured her some. She sat down and sipped slowly. I asked her how old she was. Eighteen! She finished her Coke and got up to wash her glass.
I called her over, and she came to stand in front of me. She kept her eyes down. I reached up and lifted her t-shirt up. First one, then two perfectly formed breasts popped out. She looked up at me and smiled when I gasped in amazement. I told her, with complete sincerity, that they were the nicest tits I had ever seen in my life. She didn't say anything. I asked her where her mother was, and she said she had gone to visit her boyfriend for the night. She had come over to find Cookie. I told her Cookie was sleeping. She just nodded and kept her eyes down. I could feel my cock telling me to go further, and I unwrapped the towel around her waist. Her pink panty bulged across her pelvis, and I could see that the hair under it was coarse. I took off her t-shirt. She lifted her arms obediently, and two perfect black bushes winked at me.
Her breathing was very rapid, and I could see that there was a wet stripe in the front of her panty. I touched her tits with both hands and Ivy gave a groan and closed her eyes. I put my hands on either side of her panty and pulled it down. There was thick clear mucous on the inside and I put them on the table. Ivy didn't say a word when I stood up, locked the back door and took her by the hand. I switched the light off and took her to my bedroom. I put my bedside lamp on and there was Cookie sleeping just as I had left her. I saw Ivy looking at her. I lay Ivy down and lifted her knees up and opened them. I was astounded to see the same kind of cunt that Cookie had, pouting sulkily back at me. I just climbed on and entered her. She was so wet. Tight. Hot. I decided to wait a bit.
Then I started the fast in slow out technique. Five strokes. This young girl then proceeded to come hard. Her arms folded around my middle. I waited a bit. Carried on. About fifteen more and she came even harder again. I couldn't hold it in any longer, and spurted semen like I had never done before. I pulled out and lay between her and Cookie. Ivy leaned over and kissed me. She said to me she was tired and wanted to sleep a bit. I was also tired, but couldn't fall asleep at first. Ivy was cuddled up against me. I could feel her coarse bush against my hip, and her rubber tits against my arm.
How was I going to get through the night? Wait for the next part. A true story with real Nelspruit names.
