Hunter
I left her lying on the counter top in the bathroom, her cunt juices dripping down. I had wreaked her thoroughly and she'd be sore tomorrow.
I idly sucked my fingers as I lay down on the couch, savouring her taste. She tasted amazing. I was still sucking on my fingers when the bathroom door opened minutes later, and I saw her emerge. Bree took one look at me sucking on the fingers that had just been inside of her, and I met her stare. She whimpered and scurried off, slamming her bedroom door shut. I chuckled.
I sat in silence. I may not have buried my cock in Bree's cunt, but I had another perfectly good one waiting for me.
And she had just walked through the front door.
*
I fucked Vanessa senseless, her body going limp against mine as she let out a cry and I spilled myself into the condom inside of her. She collapsed into an exhausted slumber beneath me. I sighed and deposited the condom in the bin in the corner of her room before collapsing on the bed beside her.
All I was thinking of while I fucked her was about Bree, and the way that she had quivered and came so hard on my tongue and fingers; that thought alone is what had pushed me over the edge while I had been inside of Vanessa.
I hoped that she seriously considered my offer.
Bree
It was one in the morning when I heard him enter my room. I had managed to avoid him all day, which was no easy task. My back was turned to the door as I lay on my side, too warm to sleep under the covers. The bed sank when he sat down, pressing himself against me. The warmth of his breath against my neck sent shivers down my spine, his hard member pushing against me. My pussy was still quivering after what he had done the night before. My twenty-four hours were up. He'd even given me extra hours.
I felt his right arm snake underneath me before reaching up under my cotton top to firmly grasp my left breast, pulling me harder against him. I bit back a moan at the contact of his hand against my tit. His left hand trailed up and down my left side, before he tucked it through the band of my PJs shorts. His hand rested on my hip, on top of the delicate panties that acted as the last barrier between his fingers and my pussy. He stayed like that for a while, breathing against my neck while the hand holding my breast softly tugged and rubbed.
Suddenly, he grabbed the side of my panties and yanked them up. The material pulled against my inner thigh and pussy lips before ripping as easily as paper. I gasped as he completely ripped them off and pulled them out from under my shorts. He trailed them up the side of my body, the material tickling me, before he brought it up to his nose and inhaled deeply. No doubt he could smell my arousal; I know I could. He let out a growl of approval at the wetness on my panties, and then discarded them onto the floor.
His hand slowly stroked its way back down into my shorts, stopping just above my slit. I let out a groan of frustration as his hands stilled.
I felt him smile against my neck. "Made your choice?"
"I don't know," I whispered, "It's not right."
"But that's what makes it feel so fucking good," he shoved the hardness of his cock against me, slowly moving back and forth, and I moaned at the sensation. "You like it."
"I don't know," I repeated.
"Of course you do," he licked my neck, my toes curled. "You're just afraid to admit it, afraid to let go and give in to what your body wants, what it needs."
"What about Vanessa?"
"This is about you. Vanessa fucks well enough, but I find she lacks something you don't," he pinched my nipple, causing me to buck against him at the sudden pain.
"And what's that?"
"Unpredictability," he nibbled my ear. "You're special. Vanessa knows what she wants, and she gets it. You, however, haven't explored your deepest desires, and you're looking for release from whatever leash you've bound yourself with. Who knows what your limits are? Let me discover them for you."
My body knew that what he said was true, even if my mind had not caught on. My now-drenched pussy was evidence of that. I took a few steadying breaths to clear my head.
What we were doing was wrong. My mind knew that, but my body didn't care. Hunter was right; the wrongness of the situation added to the euphoria of pleasure. What he had done to me in the bathroom... that was raw, carnal pleasure. What he was doing to me now... I shivered.
"Well?" he pushed against me, I could feel every inch of him. Oh, god.
I sucked in a breath, and nodded. "Yes."
It was all he needed.
His fingers plunged into my pussy as he bit down on my neck, drawing a cry from my lips. He held me tight against him as two of his fingers ravaged my hole, his thumb on my clit. My right hand gripped the pillow as my left hand grasped at the sheets, trying to somewhat balance my body.
He worked his fingers deep, until they were buried knuckle-deep inside of me. "Fuck! You're so tight," he groaned as he bit at the skin between my shoulder and neck. I started to grind, but he stopped me, "No, don't move a muscle," he growled.
I could hear the sounds of his fingers against my wetness, as he pumped them in and out. He pulled against my nipple, lightly slapping my sensitive tit. I whimpered at the sting, relishing in how bizarrely good it felt to have my breasts slapped.
Suddenly he pulled his fingers out to quickly bend my top leg and push it up, his hand pinching my ass. His fingers continued their assault, now at a much deeper angle thanks to this new position, his thumb gently stroking the flesh of my behind. His cock pushed against me again, the thin layer of his boxers was all that separated his spear from my sheath.
That thought alone pushed me over the edge. The hand that had been on my breasts clamped down on my mouth as I came, muffling the scream that accompanied my orgasm. My pussy convulsed around his fingers, milking every ounce of pleasure as it could muster.
I don't know how long I laid there shuddering my release, it could have been hours for all I knew. Once I regained some control over my body, I turned my head to see him smiling at me, one hand stroking my hair, his other still buried in me.
"You come so beautifully, did you know that?" he said. "The way you shudder... the way you swear in orgasmic melodies... the way you scream in pleasure."
"I've never come like that with anyone else; you're the first person to ever make me feel that intense. No one else," I told him honestly. "You make me feel incredible."
He licked my neck again, before saying "we've only just begun."
Hunter
She managed to avoid talking to me all morning, but I could tell by the way she struggled to sit still at breakfast that she was sore. She actively averted her eyes away from me, but managed a normal conversation with Vanessa, who was none the wiser about her sister's state of mind.
Bree left after breakfast, stating that she wanted to go sight-seeing around the city, and hastily declined my offer to be her tour guide, saying that she would like to go alone.
"She's just a bit shy," Vanessa after she left. She sat down next to me on the couch, flipping through the TV channels.
"She seems very shy," I lied, "it must run in the family." I nuzzled against her neck, placing gentle kisses along her skin.
She sighed at the contact. "You certainly brought me out of my shell," she smiled. "Are you working today?"
"No, managed to get the next week off," my hand moved to cup her left tit, lazily tracing my fingers around her now-peaked nub.
She moaned. "You're such a tease," her hand moved to rub my cock, which stiffened at her touch.
I let out a curse as she unzipped my pants and dropped to her knees before me. She pulled my boxers down and gripped me with both hands. She looked at me with her emerald eyes as she lowered her mouth onto my throbbing member.
I groaned as I tangled my hands in her hair, forcing her to take more of me. She happily obliged.
So, lost in the pleasure she was giving me, I let Vanessa suck me off.
