It was time to pack up and head for home. As they say, all good things have to come to an end. It had been wonderful, but to tell the truth, I was thankful that it was now over. I’d discovered that my Sister’s sex drive was comparable to Lizzy’s. She’d worn me out.
Fifteen minutes later, the car was loaded and we were in it, ready to leave. Jess turned the key. The engine spluttered a few times, but then thankfully it roared into life. I looked at her, and like me, she was relieved. Where we were was not a good place to breakdown. We were at least ten miles from the nearest town. Then to my surprise, she turned the engine off. Had we forgotten to pack something? I was sure that everything was in the car.
Turning to look at me, she said, “Do you remember the Jack and Jill story?”
Of course I did, we’d spent a lot of time while we’d been camping, either talking about it, or reenacting it with Jess as Jill and me as Jack. It was a story that I would never forget, even if I wanted to.
“I mean the ending.”
Now I understood. After giving a loud sigh, I said, “Do I have to?”
That made her laugh.
“You know you really want to.”
I did, but I wasn’t sure that I could.
In the story, their final fuck had been when they were, like us, packed and ready to go. But they were fictional characters, fucking like rabbits wasn’t a problem for them. However, I was only flesh and blood. There was a limit to how many times I could have sex in twenty four hours, and I’d reached it. In that period we’d done it three times, and the last one was only two hours ago. That had drained me. There was nothing left in my balls. Would she take a rain check? We could stop at Bob’s Burger Bar on the way home. By then I’d be ready, and we could have a quick one in the restroom.
“I have a suggestion. Why don’t we wait until we get to that burger place that we like?”
“You mean do it in the restroom?”
“Yes.”
“I’d like that. I’ll bend over so that you can fuck me hard from behind. And hopefully, there will be lots of other people using the restroom, so that they can hear us fucking.”
“Thanks Sis.”
“But it’s not instead of.”
It took me a couple of seconds to understand what she meant. She still wanted sex before leaving, and I’d actually made it worse, because later on we’d be doing it again in the restroom at Bob’s Burger Bar.
After giving another loud sigh, I repeated what I’d said earlier, “Do I have to?”
This time she didn’t laugh, and she didn’t answer me, instead she just got out of the car. I then got out as well, like a lamb to the slaughter!
I didn’t know how this would progress, but I didn’t need to, because she was in charge. She would lead, and I would follow.
Pointing to a patch of grass, she said, “We’ll do it there. Lie down, I’m going to get on top of you.”
I did, and it got me a prod with her shoe, and it was painful.
“Very funny, now turn over.”
I was now on my back. I’d thought that lying face down would amuse her, but it hadn’t, and it had got me sore ribs.
I wasn’t enthusiastic about this, but she certainly was, because she had my cock out of my jeans with a speed that was impressive. When she had it in her hand it was still limp, and she shook her head to show her disappointment.
Then after smiling, she said, “Not to worry, I can fix this.”
But I was worried, because I didn’t share her confidence. And if I was right, and it stayed limp, she would not be happy.
She then took my cock into her mouth. I wanted to resist. I wanted to stay limp to prove a point, to make her realize that I wasn’t a sex toy that she could just turn on whenever she wanted to. But of course I couldn’t resist.
As her tongue did wonderful things to the head of my cock, the blood started to flow into my flaccid member. At first a trickle, but very soon it was a torrent. It wasn’t long before it was rock hard. I hadn’t thought it possible. She’d got it back to its best, and in less than five minutes.
After moving her head back, so that my cock was now out of her mouth, she said, while grinning from ear to ear, “That’s better.”
It was for me as well. Now that my cock had woken up, its appetite for pussy had returned. And just thinking about fucking her was making it twitch.
When I reached for her tits she brushed my hand away.
“Don’t move.”
I lay back down again, and then I put my hands behind my head to make myself more comfortable.
“That’s better. I don’t want you to do anything.”
I was now expecting her to just take her jeans and panties off, and then quickly get on top of me so that she could ride my cock. Instead she started with her T-shirt, and she wasn’t in a hurry to remove it. When it was off she started massaging her tits through her bra, and then pulling on her nipples. After doing that for a while, she stopped so that she could unhook her bra. When it was off she bent over me so that one of her nipples was tantalisingly close to my mouth, but when I raised my head she moved away.
“I told you not to move.”
I sighed. This was payback time. Initially I’d been reluctant, and she’d had to be forceful to get me out of the car. Now that I was as eager to fuck as she was, she was going to make me wait. She was going to tease me.
This time, when her nipple was again near to me, I didn’t move. But I did open my mouth, ready to receive it. However, her wicked grin told me that she wasn’t going to let me suck on it. This was now more than teasing, it was torture.
Fortunately for me, even though she’d climaxed only a couple of hours ago, she was eager for another one, so it wasn’t long before she stopped. And she was now quickly taking her jeans and panties off. I was relieved, she’d stopped playing games.
When she lowered herself onto my cock I groaned, but it was drowned out by her gasp when my cock was fully in her. There’d been no hesitation from her. She’d taken all of my eight inches in one go. And she then didn’t just sit there, waiting until she’d got her breath back, she was quickly moving again.
She’d chosen reverse cowgirl. Normally I would have preferred her to be facing me, so that I could play with her tits, but this time it didn’t matter, because I wasn’t allowed to touch them.
After only a few seconds I realized two things. The first was that she was an expert at this. Every time when she lifted herself up, she was high, making sure to use the full length of my cock. And then she was sitting down on me with a force that meant that I went into her as deep as possible. The second thing was that this was all about her needs. Very soon it would be mission accomplished, because she would come, and whether I did or not, was of no concern to her.
As she got more excited, and closer to reaching it, she moved quicker. She was now also sitting down on me so hard that it was becoming uncomfortable.
“I’m almost there.”
Then shortly after, when I was deep inside her, she collapsed onto me. Had she come, or had she stopped because she was exhausted? There were none of the tell-tale signs that I had seen previously to indicate that she’d climaxed. It had ended suddenly, with a whimper rather than a bang. Then I almost laughed. Of course she’d come. Knowing Jess, if she hadn’t, then there was no way she’d have stopped!
It didn’t take her long to recover from the strenuous workout she’d just had. When she got off me she noticed that my cock was still hard.
“Why didn’t you come?”
That irritated me. Did she think I was deliberately holding back? And there was no offer from her to finish me off with her hand or her mouth.
“I would have liked to, but I needed more time.”
“Next time you need to keep up with me.”
I bit my tongue. A sarcastic reply, or harsh words, could lead to an argument, and that would mean the camping trip ending on a sour note.
We were now in the car, on our way home. After an hour I was bored, and I offered to drive. That got a no from her.
“If you want something to do then you can read my story again. Tell me all the things that are wrong with it. When I write the second chapter I want it to be better than the first one.”
That was a good idea. I’d enjoy doing that.
It kept me occupied for an hour and fifteen minutes, and I didn’t say anything until I’d finished.
“There’s a lot I like about it, but I’m also going to be critical. If you get annoyed when I start telling you the things I don’t like, or how it can be improved, then I’m going to stop.”
“Would I do that?”
That got a quick yes from me, and that made her laugh. But we both knew that it had needed to be said.
Before starting, I cleared my throat, and then I sat upright. I was now ready to critique her story.
“Some parts of it are in great detail, but others are sketchy. For example, when they both fall into the river. They just fall in, without any proper explanation of how that happened.”
“You’re right, but I couldn’t think of a reason, so I left it to the reader’s imagination.”
“Sometimes that works, but not for that.”
“So how would you have done it?'”
I’d expected her to say that, and I had my answer ready.
“There was an injured animal on the river bank, close to the water. It could be a bird. Both of them went to retrieve it. Jack slips on some mud. He falls on Jill, and they both end up in the water.”
I was pleased with my detailed explanation, and I had expected her to praise me, but all I got was, “OK.”
“Stories that have big cocks in them are always popular, but twelve inches is a bit too much. But you can’t change it for chapter two, you have to keep him that length.”
This time she said more than just OK.
“I agree with you. I got carried away. It could have been worse though. Initially Jack had an even bigger cock, fourteen inches. I changed it just before publishing the story.”
I hoped that she was joking. Twelve was bad enough, but fourteen would have just been silly. However, if she hadn’t changed it, then it would have explained how Jack had ended up in the water. His big cock swinging between his legs had tripped him up!
For the next fifteen minutes I told her more, alternating the good with the bad. And when I’d finished I got the reaction that I had been hoping for.
“Thanks, that was really helpful.”
“You’re welcome.”
She then turned the radio on, and I slouched back in my chair. If she kept the volume down I might be able to sleep. She did, and it wasn’t long before I felt myself drifting off. But shortly after I was awake again, because Jess had prodded me.
“We didn’t talk about chapter two.”
Still half-asleep, I muttered, “Can’t it wait until later?”
That got a quick no from her, followed by another poke into my ribs.
“Ouch, that hurt!”
That got laughter from her rather than sympathy, and I wasn’t surprised. Sometimes she could be such a jerk, and I was tempted to tell her that, but I didn’t. We’d just spent the weekend together, fucking every way we could, and it had been wonderful. Telling her off was not a good idea, because if I did, then the next time when I wanted her to open her legs for me, she might keep them closed just to spite me. Now that I didn’t have a choice I might as well give in gracefully.
After yawning, I said, “OK, let’s talk about it.”
Twenty minutes later, I had a smile on my face so wide, that I looked like the Joker. And I was now no longer tired, but I was excited. Chapter two was going to be hot stuff, even better than what she’d already published.
“What’s the verdict, good or bad?”
Did she really have to ask, hadn’t my big smile given the game away?
I declared, “Definitely good.”
That got a whoop of delight from her, and then she leaned over so that she could give me a quick hug. I liked it, but I was relieved when her hands were back on the steering wheel!
That was enough of her story for now, and what I read next was, ‘Escape From Gibraltar’. Critics had described it as:
‘Sensational!’
‘The best book that you’ll read this year!’
That was over the top, but it had kept me entertained. And now that I was on the last few pages, I was eager to find out if the hero of the book, a mysterious spy known simply as X, did manage to evade Interpol, and escape from Gibraltar. It was well-written, with better style and grammar than the Jack and Jill story. But unlike Jess’s story, reading it hadn’t given me an erection.
When I got to the end of the book I was disappointed. He did escape, but it wasn’t clear how. He’d been in an impossible situation, no way to get out of it, but in the blink of an eye he was free. That spoilt it for me. In disgust, I tossed it over my shoulder. It landed on the backseat with a thud.
That surprised Jess, and she was now looking concerned.
“You’d better not do that to chapter two of the Jack and Jill story.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll be OK. I’m sure that your ending will be better than the ending in that book.”
And I wasn’t just saying that to make her feel good, I meant it. The finale to her story was every teenager’s wet dream. A threesome. Linda, Jack’s wife, sharing a tent with Jack and Jill.
Then I thought of something. I’d pondered over it before, but I hadn’t discussed it with my Sister because I was worried that she would say no, perhaps even finding my suggestion distasteful. But now that I knew her better, I’d be surprised if there was any sexual activity that she would find distasteful. However, that was just speculation. There was only one way to find out.
“Would you like a threesome with Lizzy?”
Blurting it out, rather than gently leading up to it, was a mistake, and we nearly paid for it with our lives. She’d been so surprised with what I’d said, she’d turned to stare at me, and that’s when we’d nearly collided with an oil tanker.
It had been a close shave, and I’d nearly shat myself.
“Sorry about that. I should have kept my eyes on the road.”
That got a clipped yes from me, and then, after checking that there was no oncoming traffic, I said, “Yes or no?”
Her response was swift, and it showed how eager she was for it to happen. And thankfully, this time when she spoke she’d kept control of the car.
It was, “Hell yes!”
For the next half an hour Lizzy was the main topic of our conversation. Specifically, was she willing, and how would we get the answer to that question? For obvious reasons, it wasn’t something that could just be asked directly. When we’d finished talking about it, we didn’t have a plan, but I’d been given the task of coming up with one.
When we got to Bob’s Burger Bar, Jess wanted food, but thankfully she didn’t want sex. I was relieved. I needed to save myself for Lizzy, because I knew that when I got home she would be ripping my clothes off. If I wasn’t as eager as she was, or worse, I couldn’t perform, then she would be suspicious.
It was nine o’clock when I got home. I was surprised to see my Mother-in-law’s car parked outside, I thought she’d be gone by now. She might be staying the night. Jess didn’t come in. As soon as I’d got my stuff out of the car she was off. Her parting words making me laugh.
“Next time we go camping I’ll make sure NOT to bring my sleeping bag.”
As soon as I was inside the house, Lizzy was greeting me as if I’d been away for a month rather than just three days. Her hug was squeezing the life out of me, and her kiss on my mouth was more passionate than it should be with her Mother near me. When she released me, I got a hug from Charlotte, but it was more restrained, and there was no kiss. And thankfully, Lizzy’s ankle was a lot better. Almost back to normal.
Then, after her Mother had made us all coffee, we sat down together and I told them all about the camping trip. I say all, but as much as I would have liked to tell them about us fucking, I left that part out. And surprisingly I wasn’t feeling guilty. I didn’t know why that was, but I wasn’t going to spend time analysing myself. We were two consenting adults, that had enjoyed each other’s body, and it was our secret. No more needed to be said.
Charlotte wasn’t staying the night. As soon as she was out of the house, and even before she was in her car, Lizzy was kissing me again, and this time I was kissing her back. Soon we would be frantically fucking, and it would end quickly. But when I groped her tits, she pushed my hand away, and then her mouth was off me.
“Later, I want us to kiss first.”
So I was wrong. She was in the mood for slow and sensuous, rather than fast and furious. Occasionally we did it like that, but only as a second helping, shortly after we’d already fucked. I couldn’t understand it, but then I got an explanation.
“I couldn’t help it. I fingered myself this morning. Don’t be angry.”
Angry? I almost laughed. My confession, if I was stupid enough to give it, was far worse than hers.
‘I couldn’t help it. I spent the whole camping trip fucking my Sister in every position imaginable. Don’t be angry’.
Instead of that, I said, “I did as well.”
I hadn’t, but telling her that I had as well, would make her feel less guilty.
“You jerked off?”
I nodded. I could hear the excitement in her voice. If I was careful with what I said, I might be able to get my Sister into the conversation.
“I hope you didn’t do it while Jess was there.”
Good, she had given me an opening.
“She was asleep,” then I casually added, “I think she was.”
There was silence for a few seconds, and then she spoke.
“Or she was listening to you.”
This was going even better than I’d hoped it would, but I couldn’t think of what to say next to progress it. Then she said more.
“I bet she was, and it would have aroused her.”
We’d done this before. Talking about, and sometimes even pretending to be, other people, while we were having sex. But that had been tame compared to this. This time my Sister was involved. And that might eventually lead to her joining us in bed for real. If that was to happen, then I would need to take this to an even higher level.
After putting my hands on her tits, and squeezing her nipples, I said, “Her hand would have been between her wide open legs.”
What I’d just said, and the attention that her nipples were now getting, had made her gasp.
“And her fingers would be rubbing her swollen clit.”
Her response to that was a loud moan, and then she’d shouted out, “Yes!”
We were now taking our clothes off as quickly as possible. What had started slowly, with us kissing tenderly, had now become frantic. She was the first to be naked, but I wasn’t far behind. When she realized that I wasn’t going to take my socks off she giggled. That normally irritates her, but today for some reason, it amused her instead.
“Jess, bend over, I’m going to fuck you.”
When I saw the look on her face I thought I’d gone too far. It was a mixture of horror and surprise. But then it changed, and her smile told me that I wasn’t in trouble.
She was now on all fours, with her little bottom high up, and her stomach flat on the bed. My cock was at her opening, but before we started fucking, I wanted to say more.
“We need to be quiet, Lizzy is in the next room. Can you do that?”
“Yes, we don’t want her to catch us fucking.”
Good, she was now Jess.
When I pushed into her she gave a low moan. But when I started fucking her, and she moaned again, she was a lot louder.
We hadn’t talked for long, and we hadn’t used many words, but what had been said had got both of us excited. We were at fever pitch, so consequently, both of us reached it quickly. But that didn’t spoil it. My climax was one of my best, and hers was equally impressive. And when she collapsed onto the bed, taking me with her, both of us were satisfied.
We were still for quite a while. And I only got off her when my cock was completely limp. I was now lying next to her, plucking up the courage to ask her if she’d be interested in a threesome with my Sister. What we’d just done would suggest that she would say yes, but it could still be a no, so I was struggling with what to say. Eventually, I’d decided to just blurt it out and hope for the best, when she spoke.
“That was nice,” then after briefly pausing, she started again, “No, that was wonderful, but we went a bit too far. I don’t think we should do it again.”
That got an OK from me, even though I would like to do it again. And what she’d just said had told me that sharing a bed with Jess was never going to happen.
The next day, when I was alone, I rang my Sister.
She greeted me with, “Hi Jed, I was just going to call you. I’ve started writing chapter two. I’d have completed more of it, but when it got to the part where Linda joins in, I had to stop to finger myself.”
I could tell that talking about it was getting her excited again, and it went up a level when I told her about last night, but that was only until I told her what Lizzy had said at the end. Now she wasn’t excited, she was annoyed.
“You need to do better than that. I was so looking forward to Lizzy becoming Linda.”
The call ended with me promising to try harder. And I would. She’d pointed out to me that in less than a day she’d written five thousand words. She was working hard to make it happen, so I needed to as well.
For the next two days I spent a lot of my free time trying to come up with a plan. But all I had for my effort was a blank piece of paper. Then, while I was at work, I had an idea. What about another camping trip, but this time with Lizzy as well? It took me a while to fill in the details, but when I’d done that I called Jess.
After listening to what I had to say, she gave her opinion of it, “I like it. In fact, it’s better than what I’ve written. I’m going to change my story.”
“Does that mean I get some of your royalties?”
She laughed, and I joined in. There weren’t any royalties. It was going to be published on a free website, for people to enjoy, and there wouldn’t be any payment for it.
When I suggested to Lizzy that I wanted to go camping again, she was surprised, but she agreed to come with me and Jess.
“I thought you would have had enough of camping for a while, but if you want to go this weekend, then count me in.”
This time we would do it nearer to home and we wouldn’t hike as far, because long walks might be too much for Lizzy’s ankle.
We had an early start, Jess picking us up at six. After quickly putting our stuff into the car, we were on our way. We got there just after nine thirty. It was then a race to see who could get their tent up first. Me against Jess. Lizzy didn’t join in, she just sat in the car reading a magazine. I was the winner, but Jess disagreed, so to avoid an argument, I declared it a draw. We then unpacked the car.
“Oh no.”
We both looked at my Sister.
“You’re never going to believe this. I’ve forgotten to bring my sleeping bag.”
I did believe her, because it was part of my master plan, and it was now also in chapter two of Jess’s Jack and Jill story. She’d left it at home on purpose, but she was very convincing, and like I had been previously, Lizzy was taken in by her.
The solution to the problem was the same as last time. The sleeping bag that I had brought with me would be unzipped so that it could be used as a blanket. And it would cover all three of us, because this time I’d brought one that was big enough for Lizzy and me to sleep in.
“What are we going to do?”
That was from Jess, and she sounded concerned. I was about to tell her what we would have to do, but Lizzy got there first. She’d come up with the same solution.
“If we unzip our sleeping bag then it will be big enough to cover the three of us.”
That got her a big hug from Jess.
After collecting some fallen branches, I boiled some water so that we could all have a coffee. When I’d drunk mine, I stood up, and then I said, “I’m going for a walk. I won’t be long.”
I’d have preferred to stay and have another coffee, but the walk was just an excuse to get them on their own. It was now up to my Sister to play her part.
Half an hour later, when I got back, they were huddled together, and they were giggling. Jess had her phone in her hand, and both of them were looking at it.
“What are you reading?”
Jess said, “Don’t be nosy.”
I then tried to grab her phone, but she quickly moved it away from me.
With irritation in my voice, I said, “OK, I know when I’m not wanted.”
I then went into the tent. As soon as I was in it I had to smile. So far so good. The plan was that while I was out walking, Jess was going to get Lizzy to read chapter one of Jack and Jill. She was to say that leaving her sleeping bag at home had reminded her of a story that’s she’d read a while ago. And it had worked, because Lizzy hadn’t just agreed to read it, her giggling had told me that she was enjoying it.
I gave them half an hour, and then I joined them. They were no longer reading the story. I wanted to ask Lizzy what she thought about it, but I couldn’t, because I wasn’t supposed to know what she’d just read. But her flushed face told me that she’d enjoyed it, and if my Sister wasn’t with us we’d now be fucking like crazy.
For the rest of the day the story wasn’t mentioned, because the plan could be ruined by being too hasty. We were playing the long game. But when we were all under the sleeping bag, ready to go to sleep, it was mentioned again.
Jess said, “Should we tell him about the story that we read?”
That got a no from Lizzy, but encouragingly, she’d hesitated before saying it, so it was worth another try.
“Please tell me.”
This time the wait for her answer was even longer than before, but it was worth the wait, because it was a yes.
They then told me, in more detail than I had expected. They were a tag team. Jess would tell me part of it, and then Lizzy would take over. And that’s how it continued, switching from one to the other. When they’d finished my cock wasn’t just hard, it was throbbing. And it was poking into Lizzy’s back.
After giggling, she said, “Is that a gun in your pocket.”
That’s what Jill had said when Jack’s cock had prodded her. In my plan, nothing was supposed to happen until tomorrow night. But it wasn’t cast in stone, it could be changed.
Daringly, perhaps even recklessly, I said, “No, it’s not a gun, it’s a big cock, and it’s looking for pussy.”
“And I’ve got a pussy that’s looking for cock. Fortunately there’s one in this tent.”
That was from my Sister, and it was even more outrageous than what I’d said. It was going to provoke a reaction from Lizzy, and it was likely that it would be a hostile one. If so, then she would have to make out that it was a joke. I held my breath as I waited to see what would happen next.
I didn’t have to wait long, but during that short time lots of things ran through my mind, as I tried to guess what she’d say. However, what she said was completely unexpected.
“And my pussy is looking for some fingers.”
Then to make it clear that she wasn’t joking, and to indicate who she wanted to finger her, she said more.
“Jed, as I told you once before, I am attracted to certain women. And your Sister is one of them.”
Surprised? You could knock me down with a feather. And she definitely hadn’t mentioned that before. Your wife telling you that some women turn her on is something that you’d never forget!
Then I groaned, because this had to be a dream. But when Lizzy started to get up she accidentally kicked me in the ribs, and the pain was real. That got a quick sorry from her, and then she said, “I’ve had enough of talking. We should get undressed so that we can start.”
All of us were just in our underwear, so it didn’t take us long to get naked. Then Jess took control.
After picking up the sleeping bag that had been our blanket, and tossing it into the corner of the tent, she said, “We don’t want that getting in the way.”
Then I got a prod from her.
“And you need to move so that I can get into the middle.”
We were now in position. I was lying behind Jess, and she was facing Lizzy.
In chapter two of the Jack and Jill story, there was a detailed description of what they did to each other when they were all naked. It had been well-written, and that part had received some good comments when the story had been published. And hopefully, we were now going to do all the things that Jack, Jill, and Linda, had done together.
When my fingers found Jess’s nipple, she uttered a low moan. Then her hand moved, not to reach behind her so that she could grab my cock, but downwards so that it could go between Lizzy’s legs. When she gasped, I knew that my Sister’s fingers were in her. And when she started moaning, it told me that those fingers were now moving. Jess was fingering Lizzy.
As I continued tweaking her nipple, she was getting more excited, and her response to that was to make more noise, and to move the fingers that were inside Lizzy faster.
“Rub my clit.”
“And I want to be fingered as well.”
So Lizzy wanted to come, and my Sister wanted more than just her tits playing with.
“Fuck, that’s good, but rub harder.”
When she did, Lizzy gave an almighty groan. Good, that was one of them that was heading towards a climax. And now, because I was pushing two fingers deep into Jess’s wet pussy, very soon it would be two.
Because she had been fingered first, Lizzy was ahead, but Jess was catching up. For me, it had become a race, and it was one that I wanted to win. I was now doing everything that I could to make my Sister climax. The two fingers that were in her could not be moving any faster, and it was impossible for them to go in any deeper.
But I lost.
I blame it on the fact that Lizzy was facing Jess, so it was easier for her to be fingered. Whereas Jess had her back towards me, making it more difficult. Or perhaps the explanation was simpler? My Sister was better than me at servicing a pussy.
For the next few minutes I was twiddling my thumbs, while they talked to each other. It was as if I wasn’t there. And what was the topic of their conversation? The female orgasm. More specifically, the ones that they’d just had. And who’s was the best.
“It made my toes curl up.”
Jess wasn’t impressed with that, and she responded with, “That’s nothing, I almost fainted.”
“But you didn’t, and my legs went weak.”
When it started to get heated, I stepped in.
“I’m going to declare it a draw.”
When they both smiled, I knew that they were happy to go with that.
“Good, we can now fuck.”
But I was wrong, because they argued again. This time it was because both of them wanted to go first.
“If you don’t sort it out quickly, then I’m going into the other tent to jerk off.”
And the tone of my voice told them that I meant it. And that would deprive both of them of cock. That did the trick, because one of them quickly volunteered to go second.
Threesomes, more trouble than they are worth!
First was Lizzy, and she wanted it missionary. Coincidentally, in chapter two of the Jack and Jill story, Linda had gone first, and she had also decided to be fucked while lying on her back.
My cock is always well-mannered. Happy to wait a while before it joins in, but when it’s time for it to act, it doesn’t hang about. It was deep inside her quicker than a rat up a drainpipe. And that didn’t make her gasp, it made her scream. With hindsight, I’d have to admit that I should have entered her with more finesse.
“Next time…”
That was as far as she got, because her mouth was now covered by Jess’s pussy. My Sister was sitting on her face. That hadn’t happened in the Jack and Jill story, but it should have. The story should be amended to include it. Was that possible now that it had been published on the website? I made a mental note to ask my Sister about it when we had finished.
The face sitting hadn’t been done to stop me from getting a telling off, it was so that her pussy could be licked. And from the noise that Jess was making, Lizzy was doing that.
“Lower.”
“A bit more.”
Now, because Lizzy’s tongue was in the right place, and I was enthusiastically ploughing into her, both women were happy. But was I? Of course I was. If I wasn’t, then nothing was ever going to make me happy!
Jack didn’t just have a massive cock, he also had almost limitless stamina. And he always waited until whoever he was fucking had reached it before emptying his balls into them. I’d like to be him, but unfortunately I wasn’t, so I was now in danger of coming before I’d finished Lizzy off. I’m normally very good at that. We’ve now done it so many times before, so the timing is spot on. She comes, and then shortly after I do. But tonight was different, my Sister was with us, and that, as it should do, had made me more excited. I was about to spurt, and there was no way I could hold back, but I could warn them.
“I’m going to come.”
Then, after giving a loud grunt, I did. As soon as I’d finished, Lizzy was pushing Jess off her. When I saw her face I almost laughed. It was red, and it was smeared with Jess’s juices. Then I braced myself. I was going to get a telling off because I hadn’t made her come. A quick apology was needed.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”
“Don’t worry, while Jess is waiting for you to get hard again, she can make me come by eating my pussy. That’s if she wants to.”
Jess vigorously nodding, told us that she did.
I was expecting my Sister to quickly go between Lizzy’s legs, but she didn’t. She took her time, making sure that both of them were in a comfortable position before starting. And when she did start, it was slowly. She was going to take her time, and I just knew that it would end with Lizzy having a big climax.
I had a ringside seat. I was going to enjoy watching them, and after Jess has made Lizzy come, her reward will be me fucking her hard with my big cock. The only thing that could make this experience better, would be if I had a coffee to drink while I watched them performing!
I was impressed. She was giving a masterclass. Her tongue was playing Lizzy’s pussy like a musical instrument. She’d worked out where to lick, and how hard, to get the right reaction from Lizzy. I was good at this, but I was second best to my Sister. If I’d had a pen and paper with me then I would be making notes.
I’m a young man, always eager for sex, so after fucking, it doesn’t take me too long to get hard again. But that can still be thirty minutes, and an hour if I’m tired. Tonight I broke my record, because after ten minutes my cock was back to its best. So hard, that you could beat somebody to death with it!
In those ten minutes, Jess had taken her to the edge three times, then each time she’d backed off. It was now getting too much for Lizzy.
“I need to come!”
She was pleading, and if it continued for much longer, then she would be begging. Jess must have realized that, because she was now vigorously lapping Lizzy’s clit. Seconds later, Lizzy was thrashing about as if she’d lost control of her arms and legs. I was envious, my Sister had just given her the big climax that I’d have liked to give her.
I was expecting Jess to take some time to admire her handiwork. And when Lizzy had recovered, they would talk about it. But as soon as her tongue had tipped Lizzy over the edge, she was getting up. And it wasn’t so that she could get a better view of the climax that was occurring in front of her, it was to get into position so that she could be fucked.
In the story, Jack had taken Jill from behind, and the description of Jill had made it sound as if she was as flexible as an international gymnast. Her bottom was unbelievably high, while at the same time, her stomach was horizontal. There was no way that Jess could be as good as that, but if Jill was a ten out of ten, then my Sister was at least an eight. And that was good enough for me.
I entered her slowly, but I didn’t stop until my balls were flat against her. That made her squeal.
It was always nice to hear that from a woman. Confirmation that my cock was big enough to fill her pussy up.
For a few strokes, I kept it gentle, but it wasn’t what she wanted.
“Fuck me hard, and don’t hold back.”
As I upped the pace, I looked over at Lizzy. She shook her head. That was the answer to the question that I was going to ask. Do you want to join in? I was disappointed, but it did mean that what we were doing was simpler. Just me and my Sister.
I was pleased with myself, Jess wanted it hard, and that was what she was getting. I was doing a good job.
“You can do better than that.”
I sighed, some women are never satisfied. I wasn’t sure that I had more to give, but I would try. Somehow I managed to find a bit more
“Harder.”
So it still wasn’t enough. I couldn’t do harder, but deeper might be possible. I was now arching my back at the end of each stroke.
“I’m going to come.”
Seconds later, she did, and it was definitely a big one. I was relieved. She’d got there in the end. However, it might have been easier, and quicker, if I’d had Jack’s twelve inches.
As I watched her orgasm surge through her body, I was trying to decide if I should have one as well. It wasn’t too late to do that, but I would need to hurry up. A few more strokes would give me one, but I didn’t bother. That first climax, while I’d been fucking Lizzy, was enough for now. We weren’t leaving until the day after tomorrow, so there was still plenty of time for more sex.
You’d think that after what we’d just done, we’d all want to go to sleep. I did, but Jess was eager for Lizzy to read chapter two of the Jack and Jill story, and for them to talk about it.
That kept them amused, and me awake, for the next half an hour. When they’d finished, and there was no more talking, I felt myself drifting off. But before I could get to sleep, Lizzy spoke again, and after hearing what she had to say, I was no longer tired.
It was, “Jess, you should write another chapter. And to make it even more interesting, you could include another person.”
That had got me thinking.
“Lizzy, does your Mother like camping?”
I hope so!
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