I heard Michelle giggle in response. “Even I have to admit that it is,” she proclaimed. “As much as I enjoy doing that myself, and have always wanted to be the first one to go down on Xavier here, seeing Rob doing it, is erotic as hell. And it would appear by the expression on her face, that she’s very much enjoying it too!”
Xavier was. I could tell that much myself. Not by her sighs of pleasure even, but how the goose bumps seemed to appear everywhere at once, my hands suddenly riding on waves of them as they chased one another up and down her legs. The way she quivered beneath me, uncontrollably so, the fluids that now ran from her in tiny little rivulets of pre-orgasmic joy. The catch of her breath, the bounce of her ass, which my hands now held firmly, sliding beneath her as I helped to raise her sweet succulent split upwards, driving into her with my face.
“Fuck!” Michelle squealed delightfully. “For someone that’s never done this before, he’s sure as hell a quick learner by the looks of it!” She exclaimed.
Though hearing the praise from someone like Michelle, an obvious expert at cunnilingus, it was my own sisters welcomed praise that I derived the most pleasure in getting, and not through her words, but through the continued gasps, shivers and quakes of her entire being as I devoured her inside and out with my lips, mouth and tongue.
“Oh my God!” She finally allowed herself to expel the words coming out of her mouth like a runaway freight train, repeating them again, over and over. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh…my…God!” she screamed the last, the explosion which now overtook her, the intensity of which had been so unexpected, unannounced when it came. Whatever I had done, however I’d been doing it, had obviously been the right thing.
Capturing her blood engorged clit between my lips, I held it, sucking it like a tiny finger, my tongue lavishing the surface of it even as I did so, thrumming it, stroking it, somehow holding on to it as she thrashed, now bouncing about almost wildly. Only when her hands came down to rest themselves on my head did I sense her signal, the all too sweet tenderness settling in. And even then, I didn’t part from her, the faintest, lightest touch of my tongue tip, still connected to her, resting against her as she fought to regain her breath and sense of awareness.
She would later tell me when we were alone, that she had felt much like a bowl of thawing Jell-O, as she lay there, unable to move, to lift her arms, or even to raise her head. So great had been the ecstasy of her pleasures, the all-consuming joy of her orgasmic release.
Almost comatose, Xavier lay quietly beneath me as I finally sat up, my sister’s sweet essence still coating my lips. As one, both Juneas well as Michelle moved towards me, their intentions now obvious. As they did so, I again glanced towards Xavier, though she lay unmoving, as though she was uncaring, yet she must have sensed the movement around her, especially as Junespoke.
“Now…it’s your turn!” she challenged hotly. Hard, and about as stiff and erect as I could ever remember, I let the two of them now force me onto my back. Almost immediately two pairs of hands began fondling, stroking, and teasing me mercilessly. Admittedly aroused, I lay there allowing them to do that, quickly succumbing to their ministrations, moment’s later feeling yet a third set of hands that forced me to open my eyes, seeing Xavier who’d now joined her two friends. The playfulness of that moment caused me to laugh now as well,
just as they were. I felt Michelle wrap her hand around the base of my shaft, watching and then feeling Juneas she placed hers next to Michelle’s doing the same. And though there wasn’t quite enough of my shaft remaining for Xavier to do that too, she instead grabbed the tip with her fingers, reminding me of days gone by when choosing teams for a baseball game. It was the exact same way we would very often hold the bat. The last, like Xavier now, gripping what was left as everyone else let go, an opposing team member kicking at the bat with their feet, trying to dislodge the hand. I laughed out loud.
“What?” The girls asked.
“Let’s just say, I had a momentary panic, wondering whose foot might kick the bat being held,” I tried explaining. The reasoning of which went over Michelle and Susan’s heads, though Xavier now caught on, laughing hysterically herself.
“I promise, no more kicking,” she told me. “Provided you warn me first before you do anything,” she then added.
Only then did the other two catch on, already having heard the story earlier of what I had so stupidly done, and how Xavier had unintentionally nailed me between the legs, nearly knocking me out.
“Only kisses, lots and lots of kisses, sucks, and licks!” Xavier now promised me, bending over as she lightly tapped the tip of my prick with her flicking tongue. Juneimmediately took her cue from that, lying down, her head resting upon my inner thigh. Admittedly it felt nice, the softness of her hair caressing me, the tingling sensation of her dancing tongue upon my shaft. Michelle now, much to their surprise, likewise lying down,
her tongue now beginning to dance, lick and even fence with Susan’s tongue and lips as they lay devouring me together. But it was indeed the sensation of my sister’s tongue that again robbed me of all sense, of all reason. The way she speared my prick tip, or holding the head within the oval of her mouth, gently sucking, half-popping her mouth over it, reclaiming it over and over again that drove me wildly insane with pleasure.
“Oh yeah, make him cum, I want to see it!” Michelle requested a little too anxiously. “I don’t see too many guys do that obviously,” she then added grinning. I continued to hold out however, denying her request, and though the onslaught of my cock was beyond anything I had ever felt before, somehow I knew that when I finally did climax, that even that, was something I wanted specifically to give Xavier, and no one else.
If this was how it was to be between us going forward, then I was bound and determined to set my own set of demands and requirements during it. I continued to struggle with the delicious sensations of three mouth tongues and pairs of lips until I knew that I could no longer refrain from allowing myself the delicious sensation of eruptive climatic bliss.