spitting

“Tell you’re son how you did this to yourself.” Mum said angrily.



Jim’s Dad was lying on the couch with his foot up. He looked very sheepish and couldn’t meet Jim’s eye. His foot was swathed in plaster. He was still wearing his office shirt, but only boxer shorts on the bottom. These were unbuttoned. Tiffany was naked and crouching next to the couch, her head in his lap, wet sounds of sucking coming to their ears.



“Do you need to do that now?” Mum asked.



“It’s helping with the pain,” Dad said. “My foot is quite sore.”



“Its what you deserve,” She shot back. “Jim is heartbroken.”



Dad looked over at him.



“I’m so sorry, son. It was very stupid of me. I was so worked up today, thinking about my own trip to the ‘Torium, I couldn’t help it.”



Jim just stared into space.



“I was on my break and Tiffany was blowing me, when I slipped over. She got spit all over the tiles, you see.”



Jim glared at the back of Tiffany’s bobbing head. So it was all her fault. He couldn’t believe that sweet blonde mouth had done this to him.



“You’re lucky it wasn’t your neck.” Mum said.



“Are you okay, son?” Dad asked. Jim just kept glaring at the blonde curls bouncing in Dad’s lap. He could’ve been stuffing his own cock in a wet mouth right then, if not for this horrible turn of fate. Life was obviously out to get him, he was obviously doomed.



The doorbell rang.



“That’ll be your grandparents.” Mum said, heading for the door. Jim groaned inwardly. The last thing he needed now were Mum’s parents around. His grandparents were in their seventies. Grandma was hard of hearing, a short dumpy woman with a frizz of white hair. Grandpa was thinner, with a dried-out look and lots of wrinkles, and completely bald. As they came in, Jim felt his spirits drop further as he saw Grandpa’s girl, Cleopatra.



Cleopatra had dark olive skin and long dark brown hair to her waist. Her face was stunning, with high cheekbones and big, deep brown eyes. Her lips were blood red and pouting, thick and moist. Her body was lean and fit, like a gym instructor, with a firm round ass. Her tits, though, were as big as Tiffany’s. Gramps had once said he had to buy her GG cup bras, which sounded plenty big to Jim.



Tonight Cleopatra was dressed in a skimpy cheerleader’s outfit, with a tight red shirt and a short red pleated skirt. A wide band of her brown, hard stomach was visible between the two. She also had bright white socks and sneakers. Jim felt his cock grow even harder, amazingly.



“Hullo, Jimmy,” Grandpa ruffled his hair. “Done yerself an injury, Mark?”



Dad smiled ruefully up at Gramps, one hand on Tiffany’s head. “I feel like such a clutz, Henry. Slipped right over on my ass.”



“Hello Jim,” Grandma said to him. “How are you.”



“‘M’lright.” He mumbled.



“Jim’s just a bit upset,” Mum said. “He was going to the ‘Torium today.”



Grandpa smiled at him. “Don’t you worry Jimmy-me-boy. You’ll be balls-deep in warm pussy by this time tomorrow.”



“I guess so.”



This statement didn’t really help. Neither did Tiffany’s bobbing head, or the sounds of her lips on Dad’s cock, which was the cause of his nightmare anyway. It also didn’t help that Gramps stayed grinning at him with his brown false teeth, as he hugged his hot girl against his old body and groped her ass with one gnarled hand. As the skirt rode up Jim could see she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, the olive globes of her ass shining in the living room light. Mum and Grandma went to make everyone a cup of tea, leaving them alone.



“Say hello to Jimmy, Cleo.” Gramps said. The hot brown eyes turned to him.



“Hi-i-i, Jimmy,” She purred. She had a thick South-American accent. “Your Grandpa’s really workin’ my ass, ain’t he?”



Cleopatra was always like this. It seemed to tickle Gramps when she described what he was doing.



“And how are you, Tiffany?” Gramps asked the back of the blonde head. Dad clutched her hair to keep her from pulling away and she let out a surprised, muffled squeak.



“Please, Henry,” Dad said. “She’s busy. As you can see, she’s fine.”



Jimmy rubbed his hands together awkwardly. His eyes ticked between Tiffany’s head and Cleopatra’s ass. It was all too much. He still felt like crying.



“Let your Grandfather sit down, Jim.” Dad said suddenly. Suppressing a sigh, Jim climbed out of his armchair onto the floor and let Gramps sit down. Cleopatra sat on his lap, her skirt riding up so that Jimmy could clearly see the pink lips of her hairless pussy. The side of her giant tit was smooshed against Gramps’ face.



“You know, Mark,” Gramps said to Dad. “I was thinking of getting a second girl to keep Cleo company.”



“Really? Can you afford it?”



“Reckon so. The investments are really paying off and there’s plenty in the bank. You never thought of getting another one?”



“No,” Dad said, as Jim knew he would. “Tiffany’s all I need, thankyou.”



He was rubbing the top of his girl’s head and looking down at her affectionately. She was gagging audibly on his dick. From his new vantage point on the floor Jim was also right behind Tiffany’s squatting body and he could see the firm spheres of her ass and the lips of her pussy between them, above which was the dark little hole of her anus. He knew that this morning when he left Dad had been right in that little hole, which looked so small and tight that Jim was surprised even a finger would fit in there.



“Do you know what you’d get?” Dad was saying.



“I have thought about it,” Gramps said. “I saw this guy in the shops the other day and his girl was really something. White and blonde, like Tiffany, but with long hair in a ponytail. Like she was doing a fitness class. All muscles and these tits like melons, maybe twice the size of Cleo’s.”



“Sounds so hot.” Cleopatra observed.



“The guy had her dressed up in pink shorts and a pink bikini top. I’d like to get something like that.”



Grandma and Mum had come back in and sat down, distributing cups of tea.



“Are you talking about that girl in the shop again Henry?” Grandma said. “He’s been on about her for weeks.”



“She really got me going.”



“I’ll say,” Grandma retorted. “Poor Cleo’s been working overtime since you saw her.”



“I love it,” Cleo said, running a finger over Gramp’s lips. “I like hard fucking, don’t I?”



“You should just go get her,” Grandma said. “Its not like we don’t have the money. And you never spoil yourself, Henry. He’s always spending money on what I want and nothing for himself.”



“You’re right,” Grandpa said. “I’ll go get one just like her this weekend.”



Cleopatra hugged him briefly, burying his face in tits while she did. “Oh, Henry, that’s such good news. We can suck your cock and balls at the same time.”



“Now that sounds good.” Grandpa smiled wistfully.



“Oh my goodness,” Grandma exclaimed. “I totally forgot! Happy birthday, Jimmy!”



Jim stared sullenly as everyone apologized and wished him happy returns. Grandpa went out to the car and came back with a wrapped box that turned out to be a computer game Jim really wanted. It cheered him up a bit and he hugged his grandparents, getting very close to Cleopatra’s cleavage as he did.



“Our present is on the table too, Jim.” Dad said as he held Tiffany’s head down on his dick for some deep throat. Jim got the box and opened it up. Inside was a complete kit of sex toys, lubricants, handcuffs and strange handles with suction cups. Dad explained how they were for the shower.



“You stick them to the wall,” He said, turning one over in his hand. “Then your girl can hold on while you fuck her how you want. I think I’ll have to get some myself.”



“Wow, thanks!” Jim said, looking at a bottle of lube. Then his face fell.



“Oh, I’m sorry Jim,” Dad said. “But tomorrow isn’t far away.”



“We’ll go first thing.” Mum said.



“You’ll see Jimmy, balls deep. Warm pussy. You’ll love it.” Gramps tried. He definitely wasn’t helping, especially as he was now fingering Cleopatra’s pussy, which from the sound of it was very wet. She was grinding her hips on his hand and breathing hard. Jim just stared at the sex kit, wishing he had a girl to use it all on. He’d use up the whole fucking bottle of lube on her ass, he was sure.



“Honey,” He heard Jim say. “Do you think I should…”



“Oh. I don’t know,” Mum said oddly. “Maybe. Just something… you know.”



“It couldn’t hurt, could it. Just something basic.”



“I suppose so.”



Jim looked up at them, wondering what was going on. Everyone was looking at him. Gramps’ fingers had come out of his girl’s pussy, covered in juice. Tiffany was the only one not looking as she was still gobbling Dad’s dick.



“Stop that for now, Tiff,” Dad eased her head off his crotch. He was only semi-erect, evidently worn out from the day’s activities. “Stand up honey. No, that way.”



Tiffany stood up facing Jim. Her body was so wonderful, his penis throbbed forcefully in his pants. Her tits, floating out with their firmness, were dappled and shiny with her own spit. She smiled down at Jim, her mouth surrounded with saliva.



“Jim,” Dad said carefully. “I really feel bad about today. Obviously you can’t have Tiffany, that would be wrong. But maybe she could do something for you, just because today is special.”



“Ok.” Jim said, equally carefully.



“Mark, are you sure?” Grandma said.



“I think it’s a good idea,” Gramps interjected. “The boy needs a boost. Nothing too much, of course, Mark.”



Everyone went quiet, unable to meet each other’s eyes. Only the two girls were still smiling. Jim found himself staring up into Tiffany’s beautiful, slutty face.



“So,” He choked out. “Um. What?”



“Do you ever masturbate, Jim?” Gramps asked.



“Yeah.” Jim blushed.



“Do you ever think of Tiffany when you masturbate, son?” Dad asked. This was pretty gross, verging on an incestuous conversation. But he had, he had jerked off over Tiffany heaps. Sometimes if his parents were out he had used the family photo album to jerk off, picking the best pictures of Tiffany.



He nodded.



“Well Jim, would you like to masturbate over her now?” Dad asked.



“I guess so.”



“We can’t leave you alone, Jim. You’ll have to do it right here, if you want to.”



“Ok. Alright.”



Jim stood up. Everyone was watching him. Tiffany was looking at his crotch, which was tented out over his boner. He glanced to the side and saw that Cleopatra was also looking at the same place with bright curiosity. Blushing, he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down along with his underpants. His cock twitched in the air, feeling good now that it was free.



“No need to be embarrassed, Jimmy,” Gramps said. “You’ve seen your father and I enough times.”



“I know.”



“Once you get your girl, you’ll be whipping it out every five minutes. Isn’t that right, Cleo?”



“Yeah,” She smiled. “You be right up in a wet pussy all day.”



Jim couldn’t believe this was happening. He was standing about two feet from Tiffany, his penis sticking straight out towards her. He felt as though it was pointing right at the perfect pink lips of her vagina. This was so perverted, aiming his cock at his Dad’s girl, unable to stop imagining it probing between those pussy lips and dumping a hot load inside her.



“You can do it, son,” Dad said. “Just jerk off like you do normally.”



Jim laughed a bit. Normal, yeah right! He took hold of his dick, which felt incredibly hot in his palm. He couldn’t remember being so stiff ever before. He started stroking, letting his eyes run all over Tiffany, from her pussy lips to her tits, to the wetness around her mouth. Her big beautiful eyes, full of heat. It was great to have her watch him back, having her look at his dick. He glanced at Cleopatra again and saw she was watching his penis with rapt attention as well.



“Talk dirty to him, Tiff.” Dad ordered.



“Yeah? You like jerking off over my body, Jim?” Tiffany asked sweetly. She grasped her left tit with her left hand, whilst her right slid across her firm belly to her pussy. Two fingers hooked up inside herself. “You want me to play with myself, Jim? Jerk that cock, Jim. Get that come all ready.”



She put a foot up on the coffee table to play with herself better. The two fingers made thick wet sounds. Jim saw moisture dripping onto the carpet.



“Wow, that’s some show!” Gramps exclaimed. His fingers were back in Cleopatra’s pussy and working hard.



“I’ve got an idea,” Mum said. “Jim, sit on the floor.”



Jim complied, almost sick with excitement. He sat down on the carpet, rough on his butt, legs spread wide.



“Now Mark, get her to spit on your son’s penis.”



“Wow,” Dad said. “That’s some idea. Spit on him, Tiff.”



Jim could only stare with amazement as Tiffany stood over him, her breasts huge as they hung above him. She bent slightly, pouting out her plump pink lips. A thick drool of spit ran out of her mouth and stretched down towards him. Her aim was perfect, so that as he jerked his dick, the spit landed right on the head. It was remarkably hot, he could feel its warmth in the eye of his penis.



“Holy shit.” He said. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t come yet. He felt really horny, but the orgasm just wasn’t happening.



Another figure appeared next to Tiffany. Cleopatra was standing over him in her cheerleader’s getup. He glanced over at Gramps to see the old man giving him a thumbs up and smiling. His grandfather’s stunning girl, who looked quite dark next to Tiffany, leant forward and drooled on him as well. Another perfect hit, the spit still so warm from her mouth. Jim couldn’t help imagining how hot and slick her mouth must be, how soft her tongue must be.



The girls took turns drooling long strings onto him. After about ten spits from each he was really wet, so he could feel the warm saliva running through his pubes and down his balls. The girls didn’t stop there, each of them perfectly spitting even more.



Grandpa got up and came over to where Jim was sitting. He fished around in the sex kit and took out a big vibrator.



“I’ll give you something to make it really special.” Gramps said. He went around behind his girl and, as Tiffany continued spitting, Gramps helped Cleopatra out of her skirt. Jim gazed up at her exposed, damp pussy and the bulging firmness of her buttocks. Gramps made her spread her legs, then he reached around and roughly shoved the vibrator up inside her. Jim could hear the muffled buzzing of the toy, before Cleopatra started shouting and moaning.



There was a clatter as Gramps’ pants fell around his ankles. He was slapping the side of his girl’s firm ass with his wrinkled dick, very much like Mr Harvitz had done earlier in the day.



“Help me out here Doris. Get me the lube.”



Grandma got the bottle of lube from the kit and poured some on Grandpa’s dick as he continued working the toy. Cleopatra was going crazy, bucking and shrieking with pleasure, the toy almost disappearing up her snatch. Jim was jerking furiously, still getting sticky spit from Tiffany, watching the show.



He slowed down on the vibrator and Jim saw that Gramps was inserting his old cock into Cleopatra’s firm ass. The girl was rubbing her own tits, pulling the shirt up over them. They were so big and brown, with dark nipples. Gramps got himself all the way in and started rhythmically fucking his girl. He was pushing the buzzing vibrator into her pussy as he pulled his dick out of her ass, then reversing and pulling out the toy as he shoved his dick back in.



“Don’t blow yet, Jimmy,” Gramps said. “Hold on for the big finish.”



Jim looked over at the rest of the family. Mum and Grandma were watching, smiling as they took in the scene and drank their tea. Dad was jerking his semi-erect cock and grinning.



“I wish I could stand up, damn it.” He said.



“Serves you right.” Mum said without venom.



“I can feel the toy through your ass,” Gramps grunted in his girl’s ear. “I can feel it in your wet pussy, dear.”



“Yeah, fuck my holes!” She shouted.



“Tell me when you’re gonna go, dear.” He said.



“Now, now, right now!” She kept screaming.



“Aim for his cock!” Gramps ordered. He gave the toy a hard wiggle then pulled it free. Cleopatra squatted, with a pop as the dick came out of her ass, then she shrieked and thrust her hips towards Jim. A huge squirt like a jet of water hosed from her pussy and splashed all over Jim’s cock and hand. He couldn’t believe it. She kept squirting, like a giant water pistol, each squirt dousing his cock in fragrant hot fluid.



It was the last straw. He jerked down on his shaft and felt the hot sperm rush up and out of him. A long white rope sailed into the air, between the arms of the two gorgeous girls, to land with fateful accuracy on Mum’s face. They could all only stare as his sperm splashed onto his mother’s nose and lips.



“Oh my goodness.” She exclaimed, immediately leaping up for the kitchen. Jim couldn’t speak enough to say he was sorry, he was still spasming and squirting on the floor. He looked up at the girls. Tiffany was smiling, while Cleopatra was gasping and shaking, her pussy still emitting hot dribbles down her leg.



“Stay there, dear,” Grandpa said, stuffing his erection back in Cleopatra’s ass. “God, I can feel your pussy shaking in your ass.”



He gave her anus a few more solid pumps as Jim watched with a goofy smile on his face, his dick slowly sinking to the floor. Dad called Tiffany back over to the couch and put her to work sucking him again. Grandpa stiffened and gave one hoarse shout, then pulled out and sank into the armchair gratefully. His girl dutifully got down in front of him and started sucking his cock, even as the semen could be seen dripping from her twitching asshole.



“So, how was that, son?” Dad asked as his girl gagged on him.



“Great.” Jim gasped. He looked down at the mess he was sitting in and laughed. It looked like litres of pussy juices had been tipped over him.



“After tomorrow, Jim, you’ll be doing stuff like this every day.”



Mum came back in, wiping her face with a towel.



“Look at this mess,” She said. “You girls better clean this up.”



“She will,” Gramps said. “Just as soon as she cleans my cock.”



“Well, make it quick,” Mum said. “Dinner’s ready.”

For the first time in the history of costume parties, Greg had found the perfect costume for the party at his sister’s house. It combined his absolute love of superheroes with his desire not to be tagged in any embarrassing pictures afterwards looking drunk and stupid. It was a simple, Lycra Spiderman costume he ordered off the internet the month before the party, and when it had arrived he spent a full day wandering around the house pretending to be Spiderman. He was a little bit nerdy like that, but everybody knew it.



On the night of the party he stood outside his sister’s house and pulled the tight fitting mask over his head ready to make his big entrance, but after he looked around and noticed no open windows he just went through the door like normal, only making a special effort to jump through and landing in the classic hands-out Spiderman pose to get everybody to turn around and admire his costume.



And everybody did, despite the fact that they had already done the same thing for the four other Spidermen who had also made the exact same entrance before him. As he straightened up, his sister Jennifer came up next to him.



“Nice costume.” She smirked as he pulled off the mask.



“Yeah well, at least mine looks good on me.”



He was referring to Jennifer’s Wonder Woman costume. She had the red Lycra top and blue shorts with white stars, and had even gone to the effort of finding accurate red plastic boots and a yellow tiara, which was sitting in her long brown wavy hair. To Greg the top and shorts seemed a little too tight, and try as he might he couldn’t stop staring at her breasts, which were heaving against the tight Lycra.



“Yeah well, at least I’m unique. You guys could form a crime-fighting gang.” She said sarcastically as she waved her hand towards the group of Spidermen who were standing together, watching with interest as another of their kind had leaped through the door.



The other guys pulled off their masks, and in the middle stood Joe, Jennifer’s boyfriend. She stared at him with her mouth open.



“Joe? Oh for christssakes…”



Joe grinned sheepishly, and in an effort to win back some points he wrapped his hands around Jennifer’s hips and pulled her close to kiss her.



“Don’t listen to him babe, I think you look amazing. Your boobs are fantastic in that tight top and anybody can see it. I can’t stop looking at them.” Joe pulled the top out and looked down the front. Greg rolled his eyes.



“Problem is, Wonder Woman had shortish black hair, not long and brown.” He said and grinned. Jennifer wrinkled her nose at him.



Greg laughed and went to get a drink and circulate.



There were a lot of girls at the party. Greg liked the tall honey-skinned Catwoman in the kitchen but judging by the hand that was permanently rested on her butt she appeared to be with the 1960′s style Batman standing next to her. He checked out Princess Leia and thought that he wouldn’t mind ripping the tape off of her. He wondered if anybody would get that joke if he used it later.



After a couple of drinks he talked to an exceptionally tall Hit-Girl, but found that the more he looked at her the more her long face and full bottom lip reminded him of a picture of Gene Simmons that a child with very few crayons had colored in, so he made his excuses and moved on. It was a shame because he loved the purple costume. Unfortunately the only other person there in purple was a guy dressed like Prince, and Greg didn’t swing that way, even for Prince, who he loved.



As the night wore on he made some headway with one of the three Britney Spears, but she ended up leaving arm in arm with a Wookie when Greg had gone to get drinks and got waylaid by a guy who was dressed as either a funeral director or one of the Men In Black.



All in all, by the end of the night Greg felt like the entire evening had been a bust for him, and not only that but he wasn’t even drunk, which was one of the more achievable targets he had set for himself that night.



He wandered around the house and made his way up the staircase, partly to get away from the people downstairs and partly to see if he could ‘accidentally’ walk in on any action that might be going on upstairs. Unfortunately after bursting into the bedrooms one at a time, he found nothing at all. He even tried Jennifer’s own room with no luck, and found himself watching out of the front window at the amusing spectacle of Ghandi throwing punches at a Hobbit, who then attempted to kick him as the Bee Gees dragged him away.



‘Non-violent protest my ass’ he thought to himself as he closed the blinds.



He flopped onto the bed and laid with his hands behind his head, and thought about what a blow out his night had been.



‘Oh well,’ he thought, ‘might as well just go to sleep.’



He dozed for a while and in his half-sleep he heard the front door opening and closing and the sounds of people saying goodnight to each other. He decided that he should probably go too, but wanted five more minutes of sleep before he went. He had no sooner closed his eyes than he heard the bedroom door open, and he opened them just in time to see Wonder Woman stagger slightly across the floor and fall down face-first onto the bottom of the bed by his feet. He grinned to himself, Jennifer had never been able to hold her alcohol. She turned her head and stared at him.



“Don’t look at me like that, Spiderman, I’m not wasted, just tipsy.” And with that she laughed and pushed herself onto her side and looked at him laying on the bed.



“I had fun tonight. I was hoping for more fun, but I guess there’s plenty of time for that, right?”



Greg didn’t really understand but didn’t bother to ask for clarification, he knew from experience that the worst thing to do when confronted by a drunk Jennifer was to attempt conversation. Instead he closed his eyes and relaxed and thought about all the girls at the party who hadn’t explicitly told him to piss off and made mental notes to look for them at the next party. He felt the bed move and opened his eyes in time to see Jennifer’s hand touch his knee and stroke up between his legs to lay warm and flat on his testicles. He opened his mouth to protest and tell her Jennifer that she was about to make a terrible mistake, but she started talking first.



“I know this is a surprise, but I saw how you were looking at me and it turned me on.” She squeezed his nuts and massaged the outline of his penis through the red and blue Lycra of his Spiderman costume and he could feel it swelling slightly.



“I want to show you my appreciation, is that okay?”



Greg opened his mouth to make clear to her that he wasn’t Joe, but to his surprise he didn’t speak at all and found himself just nodding his head as she gently took his now prominent penis outline beneath her hand and rubbed her fingers over it. It stood hard and full against the thin material and he watched as Jennifer stroked her hand firmly along the length, over the rounded tip and back down over his soft balls, which she squeezed gently while shooting him a saucy smile. It felt good and he concentrated on her fingers working along his cock, but felt a little bad at the same time.



She kissed the tip of his penis, and used her teeth to gently nibble at him, working her way down the elongated mound and leaving dark blue circles where her tongue had moistened the Lycra. Then she opened her lips and placed them around the lump where his balls were and teased them through the material and licked her way along his shaft to the tip of his now hard cock where she wrapped her mouth around the head and deliberately slid her tongue all around it.



“I like that you’re keeping the mask on, it’s sexy. I like sexy…and very dirty…” She said, and crawled along his body until her face was next to his where she pressed her lips against his lips through the Spiderman mask. Greg found that he was basically horrified, but knew that if she found out that it was him now she would be angry, so he kept quiet and hoped she would get bored and leave him alone. He felt the tip of her tongue tracing a line along the outline of his mouth, then press fully against his lips and lick along them several times, making the tight mask wet against his lips.



She straddled his waist and he felt the deep groove of her ass around his cock, then as she angled her hips a little the warmth of her soft crotch pressed onto his hard cock and she began to slowly rub against it, moving in long slow strokes and he could feel the indented shape of her pussy against his cock. She tossed her head back and her long brown hair fell over her shoulders and hung around his face, and he felt it faintly brush over the mask as she moved to work his cock deeper between her warm pussy lips. He looked at the blue shorts and saw his rigid outline pressing between her legs.



“Mmmm, it feels so good. Your hard cock is right up against my clit. Does it feel nice, Spiderman?” She looked down at him as she spoke and he became terrified that she would somehow know that it was him, so he nodded and hoped she would look away. She kissed him again and he felt the moist warmth of her tongue against his lips. She broke away briefly.



“Open your mouth you goof. I wanna feel your tongue, Baby.”



As she pushed her lips against the Lycra mask, he met them and felt her open her mouth. He pressed his tongue against hers. It felt unsettlingly pleasant and he could taste the strawberry Jello shots she had been drinking. Her tongue pressed against the fabric and he followed it with his own as she moved it in slow patterns.



She sat up and pulled the Wonder Woman tiara out of her hair and tossed it to one side, then wrapped her arms around herself and began to lift the tight red Lycra top off. Greg panicked and grabbed her hands to stop her. She smiled at him.



“Ooooh, I see Baby, you wanna touch me through the Lycra you naughty boy. I like naughty, I feel dirty. Do you want to get dirty with me?”



Greg’s only thought was ‘oh fuck’. She stretched her arms up over her head and pushed her breasts out, and Greg saw the gold pattern on the red top stretch slightly as her body strained against the fabric. Her nipples made circular outlines and he could see the shape and size of them clearly embossed against the Lycra.



“Touch me…”



He reached his hands up and cupped her breasts. They were soft and full, and as his hands covered them he felt her nipples press against his palms through the material. She began to move her hips faster and he felt his rock hard cock pressing between her pussy lips and suddenly became aware that she was very wet. He cupped his hands on the sides of her breasts and hoped that she was nearly finished, but unfortunately for him she wasn’t finished just yet.



As he held her boobs, she lifted the top and her pale breasts were bare in front of him. Her nipples were a light brown/pink color and were about an inch in diameter, and at this moment were frighteningly close to where Greg had placed his hands in the hope that he could keep them out of any trouble. His hopes were dashed as Jennifer grabbed his hands and placed them fully over the front of her boobs, and he had no choice but to massage them under his hands. They were hot and felt good, you know, considering. She continued to move and he felt them jiggle and sway under his hands.



Jennifer leaned forwards through his grasp and pressed them against his face.



“Suck my tits Baby. Make my nipples hard and wet.”



He mouthed at them ineffectively through the mask, and he felt a strong sense of panic as she reached down and started to lift the mask, but felt better when she only lifted it as far as the bottom of his nose. It made him feel better to know that she was getting off on him wearing the mask, because if she wanted to remove it he would be in huge trouble.



He took a deep breath and sucked a nipple into his mouth. It was soft and warm and as he ran his tongue around it and sucked gently, he felt it stiffen. He twirled the tip of his tongue around the fleshy point.



“Mmmm, suck me harder. I want it dirty. Bite me…”



He sucked a little more.



“Harder!”



He sucked hard and she yelped a little and shocked him. He dropped the nipple and got ready to run.



“Oooohhhh yesssss, suck me Baby, suck me hard!”



He sucked the other nipple into his mouth and nibbled it with his teeth, making Jennifer moan and grab his head to pull it tight against her. He licked it messily with his tongue and then sucked it hard in his mouth while pinching her other nipple. He felt her breasts become hot under his lips and he could see they had flushed a pinkish shade, along with her chest and neck. He felt his cock become even more wet as she was grinding against him. Jennifer pulled his head back and he panicked a little again, hoping it wasn’t light enough in the room for her to recognize his mouth.



“Open wide…”



He opened his mouth as she sucked her tongue and then pushed a long line of spit out between her lips. It hung a little before dripping onto his lower lip and running into his mouth. He fought the urge to scrape his tongue on the bedsheets.



“Do I taste good?”



He reluctantly nodded and she did it again with an even larger amount. It was warm and landed on his top lip this time, then followed the edge of his mouth and down his chin.



She lifted her leg off and as he pulled his mask back down, Greg saw a huge dark wet patch around his waist area. He knew that in any other situation this would be incredibly sexy, but as he readjusted himself on the bed he could feel his sister’s wetness surrounding his cock and making his legs feel slippery against each other. Jennifer leaned over and teased his cock with her lips through the Spiderman pants and when she looked back up at him her face was wet with her own juice and she licked her lips as she smiled at him.



“I love to taste my own juice. Do you want to taste it too?”



He thought ‘no’, but he nodded at the same time, afraid of upsetting her and causing an argument the might expose him. She leaned over again and sucked the blue fabric in several places, then pulled his mask up a tiny amount and pressed her warm wet lips against his, then pushed the contents of her mouth into his using her tongue. Greg didn’t think it tasted bad at all and he felt it lining his mouth as he licked the insides of his cheeks.



She sucked his tongue into her mouth and as she kissed him, her hand slipped into the top of his pants and she stroked his stiff cock under the Lycra. He could hear her hand squelching as her own juice lubricated her hand, and he felt the waist band of the pants get slipped down and she rubbed his exposed cock in long strokes.



Jennifer looked down at his cock and was smiling as she moved her hand rapidly along the length and causing his balls to lift and fall as she moved.



“You want me to suck it Baby? To wrap my lips around it and suck you into my hot mouth?”



Without waiting for the answer she moved down his body and licked along the bare shaft of his hard cock. Her tongue was hot and soft and he thought it actually felt nice as she ran it over his balls and sucked one into her mouth and cupped it with her warm tongue, then she nibbled the underside of his cock with her teeth, causing him to arch his back and have to fight an intense moan. Jennifer giggled and carried on as he squirmed under her lips. She sucked on the tip of his cock, her lips splayed and her tongue licked over the end, sending drops of her spit running down the shaft. Then she sucked it slowly and gently into her mouth and he could feel her tongue working it all over inside. It was probably the best blow job he had ever had, and he already had to fight the orgasm off as her head bobbed and his cock strained against her cheeks.



Jennifer’s hand moved between her own legs as she sucked, and Greg saw flashes of Wonder Woman blue as it worked frantically back and forth, and he felt the vibrations of her moans travel along his cock and up his spine. He desperately fought to hang on, holding onto the logic that if he didn’t cum then what he was doing wasn’t as bad.



Jennifer rolled over and he took a calming breath. She pushed both hands into her shorts and was rubbing rapidly between her legs.



“Touch me. Rub my hot pussy. I want to feel your strong fingers inside me.”



She lifted her legs and slipped off the blue shorts, then pushed them under his mask. They were soaked with her juice and he could smell her even after pulling them out, as the juice was smeared all over his lips and face. He looked between her legs. Her pussy was red and extremely wet, and the wide strip of tidy brown pubic hair was stuck down against her her skin, except for one edge which stood up, ruffled from her hand as she stroked herself.



Greg had to admit to himself that she looked good as she laid there masturbating, naked except for her red Wonder Woman boots. Watching women masturbate was his thing and he liked to imagine most of the girls he ever met doing it, sans the boots obviously, but at this point he liked that she was still wearing them, for some reason he thought it was much sexier that she didn’t take them off. Of course, he had never really expected to be watching his sister masturbate, he had never really thought about her like that. His cousins yes, but they were blond twins and it would be inhuman to not think about that.



Jennifer pushed her finger deep inside herself, then held out her hand to him. Greg could see that it was wet and had a small bead running slowly along it and down onto her wrist.



“Suck it Baby. I want you to taste my juice.”



He did. As he opened his mouth she pushed her finger all the way inside and he closed his lips around it and gently sucked her finger, licking the juice off with his tongue. It didn’t taste bad at all. She took his hand and trailed it down over her breasts and stomach and between her legs, and she closed her legs around his hand.



“Rub me hard.”



He pressed against her hot pussy and began to slide it up and down. She was very wet and her skin felt soft and slippery under his palm. As he stroked faster she opened her legs a little and he was able to see that her skin blushed red and surrounded his fingers as he moved them around in wide circles, the tips disappearing into her wet folds before reappearing again.



“Push your fingers inside me.”



He did, her pussy was hot and slippery and his middle finger slipped into her easily so he added another finger. He felt her squeeze the fingers as he slipped them in and out, and his hand became soaked with her juice. She reached out and grabbed his cock and stroked him as he pressed his hand against her pussy.



“I want you to fuck my mouth with your big hard cock.”



He pulled the Spiderman pants off and lifted his leg over her head, then delicately lowered his balls on her face. They sat against her nose and his cock rested against her closed lips. He started to rub against her face and it felt amazing to feel the firm ridge of her nose digging into his fleshy testicles, and it was especially great when she opened her mouth and sucked the underside of his cock as he stroked against her lips. She moaned and he could feel it, and he started to rub her clit with his hand again to make her moan more.



Jennifer pulled his cock down and he angled his hips, then placed the tip between her lips and slowly pushed inside her mouth. He felt her tongue licking him as he slipped into her hot, wet mouth, and she reached up and grabbed his hips to pull him deeper in and move him faster. He leaned forward, lifted the bottom of the mask up and pressed his tongue against her pussy, the flushing red skin felt hotter than her mouth did and tasted faintly of pepper. He took a long, deep lick, feeling his tongue slipping between her lips and into her pussy where he thought she tasted the best.

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