Lillian always loved the loud sounds of her friend’s high pitched squeals, moaning lowly in guttural response, communicating their love of sex to each other. The noise was enough to drive her over the edge, losing control of her body as she writhed with the orgasm rocking her body, slipping off her seat to the carpeted floor. Her orgasm was mostly internal, meaning Paul wouldn’t have to clean up a large wet puddle this time. From the floor Lillian looked up to see her friend’s buttocks rising and falling, a dick sliding deep into her pussy. Her fingers continued to grind into her own cunt despite the deep orgasm she’d already had, her voyeuristic pleasure continuing on. Her nipples had become so hard that they were almost poking through the shirt they strained against.
Claire’s head was now resting against the roof of the limo with her hands, all three lever points working to push her body back down onto the cock for maximum push and as fast as possible. Her tits and torso vibrated in Paul’s hands with the speed of their coupling. As their pace reached a crescendo Claire reached her climax, riding it out with a deafening squeal. Paul new this was going to set him off as well.
Get off me quick Claire, I’m going to cum, I’m not wearing a condom, he told her through clenched teeth. The girl made no signs of wanting to comply, tightening her grip on his body with her thighs and continuing their fast paced fucking, replying in short breaths.
I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck. Cum. In. My. Fucking. Cunt.
As much as his good sense and nature tried to rebel against this idea he was overcome with a need to comply, not that the girl riding him would have let him do anything else anyway as she was well prepared for this eventuality anyway, being on the pill. Swearing to himself under his breath his cock began twitching as his balls emptied out into the sweet teen’s pussy, filling it quickly. Again, Lillian saved him some clean up as her head was beneath the couple and at a perfect angle to catch the dripping extra.
After grinding her pelvis against the spurting cock for a minute, Claire pulled herself off to get a taste of the combined juices plastering its length, inadvertently sitting on Lillian’s face, providing her with the same flavours, not that either girl minded. Paul shuddered as his now very sensitive dick was cleaned of the fluids covering it, both girls in front of him moaning with delight at their meals. Lillian pulled herself out from under her friend, leaning her head around to compete for sucking the cock before it deflated. The sexy teens plied their long tongues over its entirety, balls included, almost making him hard again as they finished together with a french kiss, his own cum connecting their lips each time their mouths shifted apart.
As the kiss finished all three sat back for a minute to recover. Claire looked between her two companions.
Thanks Lil, thanks Paul. I feel much better now. She kissed the friendly man’s knee a few times, her crush on him completely solid now.
It was my pleasure Miss Ha-…Claire. Paul corrected himself through panted breaths.
Lillian felt devious delight at having brought this event about, especially as all parties were well satisfied. She knew she could rely on Paul, good boy that he was. Guys and girls were ever her playthings, bowing to whatever whims came upon her. This time she’d even done a good thing as well, helping her friend out in a trying time. Truly, she thought to herself, Lillian Bell is a magnificent specimen of a human being. Ever caught up in her own self-glorification.
Paul checked his watch and realised with a start that he didn’t have long before he needed to pick up Lillian’s mother. He quickly dressed the girls, kissing each up their legs as he did so, and shooed them out so he could air the vehicle out a bit. Lillian’s mother was dense but not totally oblivious, although she was close on occasion.
The girls retrieved their bags from the limo’s boot and left Paul a happy man as they went into the house. Quickly trotting up the stairs the two jumped into the shower together, joyously cleaning each others sweat and other fluids from the day’s exertions. As Lillian was giving her friend a hickey, she noticed the door across the large bathroom swing open then shut very quickly. Almost shut, that is. A slight space was left before the door was closed and halfway up its length a single eye was wide and staring.
Caught up in the thrill of it, Lillian whispered into the ear close to her lips, Claire’s face lighting up as she learned of their audience. Evidently Rhys had arrived home and had wandered into the bathroom without registering the noise of the shower. The steam had fogged the shower’s glass up but it was easy to tell what was occurring within. Claire pushed Lillian against the wall and put her face between the blonde’s perfect breasts, licking up the warm water washing down their swells.
Before they could get the show rolling however the water began to cool rapidly, their long shower having run too far. The girls began to shriek at the cold and turned off the shower quickly. As Lillian turned back the door was shut, much to her annoyance. As the girls dried off she said to her friend.
This isn’t over. His show got ruined so we have to give him a proper one now.
How are we going to do that?
His room’s just across from mine. I normally take care of myself in the closet but tonight we may have to sit on the bed and ‘accidentally’ leave the door open.
For your own step-brother too! You horny thing!
Shut up, you were the one who said you wanted to try him, this might just bring you one step closer. Aren’t I always doing such nice things for you? As she said this though Lillian knew it was something of an excuse. Despite herself she had some odd emotions going through her head. She and Rhys had barely spoken before and after their respective parents had married and she didn’t think much of him. Fairly unprepossessing, he didn’t really strike her as interesting in any fashion, and despite being the same age they didn’t share any interests that she knew of. In her own head though, the idea of showing off her full, naked body to her step-brother and, gosh, even letting him touch her suddenly seemed like the best idea in the world.
Her mother arrived home shortly afterwards, informing them that her husband wouldn’t be home for dinner due to working late. Claire was a regular visitor so there was little surprise as to her being there. Dinner soon followed, the staff already having the meal prepared in time for their employer’s arrival. The girls were out of uniforms now, Claire having borrowed clothes from her friend, and they sat opposite Rhys during the meal, having agreed on their plan before arriving at the table. As the siblings’ mother asked them vague questions about their day, Lillian reached out a socked foot to rub her step-brother’s leg. He jumped a little at the touch, but no one looked his way, the girls having promised themselves not to and his new mother not being prone to noticing much anyway.
Lillian shortly pulled her leg away, giving the boy a moment to relax before another foot, this time Claire’s, started on him again. As the two girls were sitting so close together he couldn’t tell which one, if not both, was touching him. His step mother asked him a question and he jolted back into reality again, a foot still rubbing his leg as the girls took it in turns to tease him, stammering a response to the question before going back to his meal, utterly unsure of what to do. He made no movements to stop the event under the table but not much to acknowledge it either. Nothing conscious anyway, physical stirrings occurring whether he wished them to or not. A foot, Claire’s as she was actually the only one tall enough to reach that far although that mental deduction was beyond Rhys at that moment, confirmed this as the reaching toes pressed onto the bulge.
The meal ended and Rhys watched the girls spring away to rush to Lillian’s room, his step-mother retreating to her own side of the house, leaving him alone at the table. Only after the staff had cleared away the dishes, their last activity for the evening, was Rhys able to exit the table without embarrassing himself.
Although a guest room was available for Claire she had her things in Lillian’s room, and the pair had quickly changed into pajama tops and bottoms after dinner, Claire again borrowing the clothes. There was more chest room than she needed and their height difference meant her midriff showed when the top shifted. They reclined together on the bed, slyly keeping an eye on the crack in the door they had purposefully left open. The sound of Rhys coming up the stairs was eventually heard and they knew he had paused outside the door before pushing into his own room.
Don’t worry, he’ll be here soon, Lillian promised. “We just need to make enough commotion to summon him.” This idea appealed immensely to Claire. At first they just lay on the bed and giggled over talk about the future possibilities of Paul and Daniel, but soon Claire’s eyes began to rove over the gorgeous, supine form before her. Lillian was mid-sentence when she was interrupted by a tongue entangling with her own. Whatever thought she’d had at that point rushed out of her head as she responded to the kiss with enthusiasm.
A hand began to sneak its way up the inside of her top as Claire reached for a breast. Lillian turned her body to make it easier, wanting to feel the fingers squeeze her flesh and tease her nipple. One of her own hands was resting on her raven-haired friend’s thigh, gently kneading the flesh but not rushing into the warm, triangular area above it.
Despite initiating the contact, Claire couldn’t help but admire Lillian’s immediate response and reaction.
I love your mouth, she said between kisses. “You always know just what to do with it. Before, with Paul, when you had your mouth on me, it almost distracted me from what I was doing.” Lillian responded to the compliment by kissing the girl on the neck again.
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