“Want to see the fastest way to get a guy hard again?” Elena asked, nuzzling Patricia’s ear.
“Mmm.” Patricia nodded.
Elena sprang to her feet with the agility of her profession, twirled through 540 degrees with one foot planted between Patricia and Andrew then, with her back to him, stood astride his torso and lowered her bottom towards his face. She rocked her hips a few times, grinding her crotch against his mouth, then leant horizontal and took his flaccid, sticky penis between her lips. Patricia watched, shocked as her sister licked and sucked life back into Andrew’s cock. It wasn’t lost on her that the slickness on it was from her. Her own sister was licking her secretions off it. She glanced across to Andrew.
He was preoccupied with the view. Elena was too much shorter than him for him to be able to lick her at the same time but he always enjoyed seeing her presented like this and there were always his hands. Right now his fingers were peeling open her pussy like the sticky sweet calyx of a ripe fig. Elena’s bikini zone was, and as far as he was concerned, always had been completely hairless. He wouldn’t have it any other way. The view of her lovely holes was slightly different tonight: Normally she did the splits for him and her pussy opened about halfway all by itself. He caught Patricia’s eye and winked then pulled Elena’s hips back against his face, smothering himself with her musky, moist pussy. His cock sprang from her mouth, hard as ever and ready for action. Elena, showing off in front of her sister, pushed her bottom up until her legs were straight again and did a handstand on Andrew’s pelvis, arching her back until she looked like a giant question mark. It wasn’t a stable position and she fell sideways, landing, against all odds, on her feet beside the bed.
Laughing, she sprung back onto Andrew, straddling him and, with deft fingers, guiding his cock into her. She sank onto it with a sigh and leaned back so that Patricia could see the slick, soft lips stretched around the base of Andrew’s penis.
Patricia watched, unblinking, as Elena’s hips gyrated, rocking backward and forward, her vagina gleaming like the polished pink seashells they used to get at the seaside as children. She wanted to reach out and touch it but didn’t dare. Instead she clasped Andrew’s hand as they both watched Elena.
Elena closed her eyes and ground her hips. The throbbing flesh buried in her pussy was the best pole for dancing around. She rode it hard, feeling her already close climax racing upon her. She could still taste Patricia’s juices on her tongue. God! How sexy was that? She’d had a brief fling with another girl, another dancer, when she first came to London so it wasn’t that unfamiliar but… tasting her own sister’s pussy on her boyfriend’s cock. Kinky. Sexy. She’d been so turned on watching them fuck… she started to orgasm, crashing down onto Andrew’s cock harder and faster, screaming as wave upon wave of heat and lust washed through her body. As she came down, Elena felt Andrew, still rock hard inside her. He always lasted well, second time around. She relaxed, catching her breath and gently rocking on his penis. She finally opened her eyes. They twinkled.
Patricia’s mouth hung open. She’d heard them at it through the walls but never realized just what all the noise was about. It had been amazing to see such complete abandon. Did she look – sound – anything like that when he fucked her? God! She hoped so.
As Patricia watched, Elena started to pick up the pace again, leaning back on one hand and flicking at her clitoris with the other. Faster and faster she posted on Andrew’s hard-on, rubbing furiously at her clitoris, helping herself to a second orgasm. As Andrew’s hips tensed, thrusting upward, his come drenching her cervix, Elena let herself go, wailing in ecstatic release before collapsing, all passion spent, on top of him.
Their laboured breathing was the only sound as Patricia let go of Andrew’s hand and rolled closer to fling her arms around them both. It had been an incredible 24 hours.
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