“I’m feeling only one mouth here,” Jace pointed out, “You need to come here and change that.” He stated.
I need to? How arousing for him to tell me I need to come please him. Not that it’s suggested. No. It’s what needs to be done. I need to go over there and share his cock and the responsibility it takes to please it entirely.
“Mhhm, you’re right baby. I do need to.” I agreed with.
I started to crawl back to my place under all the action. I thought I would work my way to the tip, leaving the messy tongue heavy make out against his dick with Sarah for the end. I coerced one of his sperm churning balls into my mouth, tugging at it hard and licked away at it hungrily. My hand ran up his leg until the palm of my hand laid across the the droopy sack.
Around the base of his balls my hand gripped around it. His luscious man bits were now in my grasp, hanging from the webbing of my thumb. I could take the whole length of his dick, but could I inhale both his nuts into my mouth and keep them there while my tongue did its work. I set the goal for myself. I started with just half of the sack, working my way up progressively in taking more of him in me.
“Ohhhhh,” Jace exhaled, the sensation of two warm mouths on the most sensitive parts of his body sent him into a state of sex induced serenity. “I told you that you needed to be here. It’s like both you girls belong right where you are.” He hooted.
I smiled. I remembered feeling the exact same way as soon as we started this relationship. My place had suddenly become at his feet awaiting his next desire. I let the slick skin slip from my mouth.
“Did ya hear that Sarah? We finally found our place.” I felt the lust in the muscles of my face.
She moaned approvingly, accepting along with me her new apparent role in life. Who knows how long this was suppose to last. Everything was in the heat of the moment, and the moment called to be owned absolutely.
“Good whore. It makes me a happy owner to see such accepting holes.” He added.
I giggled, flicking him over my lips, “Of course Sir.” I reassured.
Sarah popped the tip out of her mouth, rubbing the underhead against the wetness of her face. “Yeah Sir. Always accepting.” She piled on.
We resumed our lusting over his sensitive region. I started to soak up more and more of his balls, wanting so bad to engulf him like I would his rod. I tried to squeeze more of him into me with my hand, literally stuffing him inside. I loved what this male organ does for me. Inside was a delectable, thick and warm drink that not only satisfied me and my lascivious craving, but it was also healthy.
What wasn’t to love? I wanted to make sure that his body, specifically these cum casting machines, knew just how much I love and appreciate them. I let my damp lips and wide mouth explain it to him. With the occasional rub of my silken long fingers. I bet there was a huge load waiting for us. It had to be building up greatly this whole time. It felt like we’ve been here for a couple of hours already. Who’s keeping track anyways?
Taking him in had become a breeze. His ramming rod had become used to the flow of her mouth and found it tight but not impossible to penetrate. The power of her suction matched that of my own, coveting his body equally and strongly. I could feel my wetness run down my legs, just overflowing with a steady torrent of juices. I think it was safe to say that all of us were having fun, mentally, physically, even both at times.
My left hand, the one that is said to be evil and sinful, shuffled between my clit and the base of his cock. I would be lapping away at his sack and remember that my fingers are rubbing against my vagina, or they would be rubbing his shaft, sometimes gripping it and jerking him off while he was halfway deep into his pet’s mouth. Baby brother has been unexpectedly able to withstand all this pleasure, keeping his load at bay.
“I still can’t get over how big you are Jace,” Sarah vented. “Have you gotten used to it J?” She asked, taking a moment to marvel in the male glory.
I let his balls plop out of my mouth, “Nope. Still gets me every time,” I explained. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.” I planted my lips on his thigh, wanting my words and kiss to be more sensual and emotional than sexual. I hope he’s smiling up there on his throne of dominance, feeling the overpowering sensation of my sisterly love travel through his thigh and up into his heart.
“Way to sell it J.” Sarah said, returning the lovely tip back into her throat.
I let my windpipe hum in victory as I felt the entirety of Jace’s filling sack into the crevice between my lips. The sounds of his trembling moans bounced off the walls of our home. My tongue massaged his fragile manhood. I made sure to treat him with such delicate care, never pressing too hard against him, keeping my teeth far away from each other as I could. I let my mouth become snug paradise in which I refused to let him leave.
“God this feels amazing.” He cried.
His body was loose, the feeling of our hot mouths melted away any tension his body possessed. It was like a full body rub down except sexier and more intense. Us subjects are the would be masseuses in the way that we relieve stress. Sometimes with our hands. Sometimes, more often than not, we used a much more desired technique. We use our cunts and mouths.
“I bet you get all the girls to suck your cock and balls.” Sarah complimented.
Our master laughed between his shuddering gasps, realizing that he is seen in such a high regard.
“You’d be surprised.” He informed.
His monster slid out of the toy’s mouth. He let the tip rub around her precious, dripping lips. Sarah reacted by letting out a ravenous moan along with her tongue to meet the head of his meat. I continued on being the sexual vacuum I am.
“You’re telling me you haven’t had at least three girls bowing down and worshiping this big juicy dick of yours?” Sarah wondered. If only she knew that he was a virgin until two weeks ago, where his big sister decided that he would be the ultimate fuck.
“Can’t say that I’ve had.” He answered, torn between watching the whore work his cock and throwing his head back and letting his eyes roll into the back of his skull.
“Unbelievable.” Sarah whispered before kissing the underhead.
Consumed completely with submissive lust, Sarah’s hands began to wonder among Jace’s body. She would run her hands up and down his thighs, trickling the skin inside of his legs. She often guided her hand up to his ass, where she would give him a playful squeeze and a push to make him slide deeper into her mouth. Jace didn’t mind the straying hands.
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