“What would the pet like?” He questioned, enjoying the tiny gags that erupted from said pet’s body. “Go on, remove her from me.” He ordered. I pulled back on her hair, rearing her like a horse with its reins. She wiped the spit all over her mouth, taking advantage of the opportunity to breathe freely. It didn’t take long for her to voice what she desired.
“I wanna share your cock with Julia. So we’re both giving you head.” She explained.
The idea intrigued master, but he didn’t want to approve of it so quickly. I wasn’t worried, knowing the habits of my own blood, but Sarah knew nothing of him was beginning to get worried that he would deny her the first reward she earned.
“Indulge yourself.” He said after moments of blistering silence.
Sarah was suddenly like a puppy with her overwhelming excitement. I, more reserved than my friend, calmly scooted towards my lover’s hard cock. Sarah was quick to start her tongue heavy attack on his foreskin. I was soft in my approach, bringing balance to the whole experience. While my wild partner in crime worked him over viscerally, I took the slow path. This way he could feel ravished and savored all at the same time. For the most part we kept to our sides, I the bottom while she took care of the tip.
That is until I felt her hand lift me from her chin. She raised me up his cock until both of our sucking mouths were wrapped around his head. The lesbians inside of us took over. We began making out with each other. Our tongues brushed against one another while we licked the swollen head of Jace’s cock. Everything felt so right. I happily lapped away at both her tongue and my brother’s sensitive head. I didn’t aim to lick one over the other, I simply stuck out my tongue and swirled it carelessly as everything was held close to my mouth.
I could sense the accumulating spit drip down the length of him, our sloppy kisses helping the ever growing mess. I lowered my head down further into his lap, my face pressed against his ball sack. Sarah followed my lead and we both sucked a nut into our mouths, letting our heavy tongues massage the loose skin. Our spongy muscles eventually slipped out of our mouths, finding each other once more. We smiled, realizing that we used Jace as a middle ground for our dirty kisses.
“You two sure love a mess don’t you?” Master questioned from his position of pleasure and comfort.
In sync we both answered, “Yes we do.” A look was shared between us, a look of connection and shared passion for sex. He grabbed our attention, feeding off of our natural state of being.
“Do you want us to stop… Master?” I asked, testing the waters with this new nickname. He flashed me a smile of approval. It made me feel all giddy inside.
“I want you to cover each other’s face in your own spit. Ruin your pretty looks.” He demanded of us. I was taken back, wondering if his desires included such filthy lengths.
During my hesitation, Sarah took advantage of the head start. She wiped her face, gathering up any excess, glazing her hand, and topped it off with a fresh load of spit from her freshly fucked mouth. I turned around just in time as her hand planted itself across my face, smearing me in the lukewarm substance. I was fully stunned at her obedient act, sitting there as I felt it run down my face. I looked to see Sarah smiling, smug about succeeding in ruining my pretty face. I just reacted, letting my body do what it thought was best. I simply spat right onto her face. Again I was shocked.
“Well then. That was more straightforward than I imagined.” Jace pointed out, secretly getting off at seeing two girls get pitted against each other to see who was the best personal cumrag.
“Savage slut!” Sarah screamed.
I couldn’t let her win. Suddenly stricken with the desire to outshine her, I tackled her to the ground. Jace watched happily as he saw the primal sex beasts be unleashed from our inner cages. I managed to lock both of her miniature wrists within the grasp of one of my hands. I giggled as I felt her body try to worm her way out of my hold.
“Look babe, doesn’t she look so adorable trying to squirm her way out? Kind of pitiful isn’t it?” I voiced.
My brother and I shared the same wicked smile. With my mouth coaxing all the spit it can from my body, I prolonged the experience by hovering over her only slightly stained face. I couldn’t stop giggling at the power I had over her.
“Get off of me you fucking psycho bitch.” She seethed, her futile attempts of escaping only heightened by joy.
“She’s got quite the mouth doesn’t she Jace?” I pointed out.
“If only it knew how to take a dick as skillfully as yours love.” He said, swooning me over.
“You’re such a kissass, a pathetic snake cheating her way to the top.” She spat.
We had turned into completely bimbos for him. Deep down inside, no matter how bad we treated each other, we still cared for one another. Our friendship was stronger than a few choice words. My mouth was starting to overflow with the collective saliva, the anticipation tickling me so sadistically.
“I’d close my eyes if I were you.” I warned.
I felt the struggle fade from her body, watching the acceptance wash over her. She shut her eyes closed as tight as she could. The sloppy deposit would have to come at her as a surprise. I began spitting out the overly large wad of spit. It dangled from my lips, dripping down my own muddled chin. I swear it felt so good to my physical being when I saw it finally land right over her left eye.
I giggled even more, turning my head to see Jace witness every moment with me. Much like she did, I smeared around the mess spreading it to every corner of her worthless face. I was so turned on with the sight of her, the filth I created. I eased down her body and started to run my lips all over her wet skin. I licked her face, adding even more to what I had already created. Sarah couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of my mouth on her. I rubbed my own filthy face against her tits, bringing it into the mix of untidy chaos.
“You toys don’t have any limits do you?” Jace questioned, watching as our bodies twitched in pleasure as we acted like animals.
“Why don’t you tell Jace here about your English Lit professor Sarah. You know, the one that wanted to piss on you.” I edged on.
“That’s putrid,” Jace winced. Not that he liked to do that himself, it aroused him to know that he has a complete whore in his possession. “How did that turn out for you pet?” He interrogated.
“I let my professor pee on me while in the shower. It was only on my chest and down to wherever it trickled.” She explained.
I remembered when she came back home from that little rendezvous. In her face there were muted signs of shame. After giving her the ol’ cop routine, I found out that her shame came from enjoying being used in such a kinky way. I allowed the freedom of her movement, reeling off of her as my purpose had been accomplished. So far everything has been just arousing, hardly physically pleasing. I wonder how long today would be.
“Now kiss and makeup.” He asked of us. Our eyes locked onto one another, already passed the point of apologizing.
“I’m sorry Sarah.” I said distantly.
“I’m sorry Julia.” She said in the same manner.
Jace wasn’t interested in the makeup part of his command, we all knew that much. We played along anyways, reading the lines he wrote for us and walking to whichever stage direction he wanted to see us in. We leaned into each other and started vigorously macking with one another. We were so slippery, our mouths effortlessly gliding all around our jaws, making us giggle at the situation when we weren’t moaning into each other’s mouths.
From the corners of our eyes we caught a peek at Jace stroking himself softly while watching us. We were playing out some pubescent fantasy that every male seemed to have at some point or another. We were just tools in bringing him the most acute pleasure possible. He was biting his lip at the sight of seeing his big sister get comfortable at first base with another sexy girl.
“Sarah, move down to her chest. Use your mouth to bring her body joy.” He requested, his tone lighter than before.
Sarah nodded, complying quickly to her order. It felt like forever since I felt her mouth on me. The last time we fooled around was the last day of school before we all left for home. She didn’t seem to miss a beat, touching me in all the right ways with that special touch of hers. She pressed my tits together with her face in between them, feeling my large chest compress all around her. Her skin was still wet, sliding all over my body. She seemed to work the messy facial to her advantage, letting it help her in lightly grazing my skin.
The easier she flowed above my skin the more ghostly she felt. Finally I felt her mouth surround my nipple. She sucked on me, pulling my erect tit deeper into her mouth. Her quick lizard tongue flicked with incredible speed over my sensitive chest. Her random bites is what kept me on the edge. I held her head close to me, not wanting her to stop her vivid ways. I tilted my head back, letting it hang off to the side where my eyes met those of my brother.
“Enjoying yourself big boy?” I questioned letting the good feelings get to my head.
He couldn’t stop grinning, the private show bringing out something within him, something seemingly to be eternal.
“Probably not as much as you.” He answered.
I picked up the shift in his eyes. He was now focusing on the petite college tart who was sucking on my tits like they were her last meal. I cut him a look, showing him that I’m calm and collective, when inside I was thrashing against my skin, wanting one if not both these people to play with my clit. I read somewhere that women could achieve an orgasm with just nipple stimulation alone. It seemed pretty viable that Sarah was trying to prove this theory correct. Both of my tits were sore by now from all the bites and firm, constant suction of her mouth. I wouldn’t mind this going on for a good long while.
“Stop.” Jace demanded.
‘Damn it!’ I thought to myself, feeling a part of myself become disappointed as her mouth detached itself from my breast. Our attention turned back to him, our thoughts in sync as we wondered what was in store for us next. He beckoned me to near him with his hand. I complied as so, doing what I’m told. In a flash his fingers tangled themselves within my hair. I felt my body be hoisted up on the couch, making me sit right next to him. His free hand was placed on my worn out chest. It was gentle his touch. There was so much pressure between his fingers, squeezing me hard. I bit down on my lip to keep myself from wincing.
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