The feeling of nostalgia was rife. Rolling back into town, the childhood memories were riding shotgun in the car. The smell of sunscreen, the tangy odour of chlorine, the ‘click click’ as the push bike wheel spins you toward today’s adventure.

It had been years since I had been back to my hometown.

I was back to help my parents move into a smaller unit near their house.

Downsizing had become an economic and logistically sensible move. They no longer needed four bedrooms, a large yard, and a garden to try and maintain.

Likewise, they stood to gain a healthy cash boost with the move to a cozy apartment.

Unfortunately, the move was partly done, with the house in a mess and the apartment without beds, refrigerators, and the like, leaving both places as unattractive overnight options.

I hadn’t caught up with my friend Tom from school in person for some time, so it stood to reason that I could crash at his place like old times.

He’d just finished his degree and internship and was on the hunt for a job in his graphics IT specialty. Like many our age, he had taken the millennial step of moving back home for a while to get his savings to a healthier state while he established himself before looking to buy a place for himself.

This was no longer seen as a step backwards, given the effects of the pandemic and the economic times that followed. Besides, I reasoned that I was back, so a sleepover with my friends would complete the hometown experience.

We’d been friends since the first day of school. Unlikely mates, but mates. We were completely different to look at. Tom, with his short and podgy build, fiery red hair, and temperament to suit, The only benefit of his short temper was that it was never raised at me; however, many others came to see it at their expense if they slighted me or our other mates. I was taller, with blonde hair and a reasonably muscular build. I hadn’t touched a weight until university but had developed good habits with exercise and diet and was proud of my appearance. I now stood just over six feet, weighting about 200 lbs.

Growing up, we’d be in each other’s pockets. We’d spent our childhoods at each other’s houses, with him enjoying my older brother’s banter and me putting up with his little sister and her friends as they came and went.

In our early thirties, we’d experienced the natural distancing people go through after high school. We’d eventually go to different universities after working a couple of years in different towns. Then the process of getting through the student years added more distance to that. We chatted over text and the phone from time to time, but as soon as we were back in the same room, time stood still—as though we’d never been apart.

He asked after my family—the parents and my brothers. All is going well, as would be expected. We talked about my parents moves and how each of the brothers had moved to different parts of the country, their various careers, and their families.

He was virtually a single child. He had a sister who was a lot younger than him. Their parents had welcomed an ‘oops’ baby who was twelve years younger than him. Being such a great age difference meant that we’d had next to nothing in common growing up. She was sweet with a great sense of humour. I’d always enjoyed making fun of her about her boys and how his brother and I would have to deal with anything that looked her way. She always had friends over or was over at her friend's place, which suited us just fine.

That was years ago now.

Apparently, she’d turned eighteen a few months ago and now had career plans of her own.

"Fuck!” I exclaimed. “How can she be that old? That means we’re thirty!”

“I know, mate," was his reply, laced with self-pity. “Time waits for no one, hey.”

We headed out to sit around his backyard pool and have a beer while we had a catch-up. His parents came out for a quick hello and catch-up, then left us be while they ran a few errands in town.

A car pulled up out the front. A few minutes later, out strolled his sister. She grabbed a beer and cracked its top.

"Well, well, well, look who’s back!” she exclaimed.

“How are you, Mabel?”

She had grown up—that much was for sure. Gone were her childish hesitancy and lack of confidence. Her freckles had stayed but were now on a gorgeous face with a warm smile and sharp, bright eyes.

“I’m going well. It's fantastic to see you. It’s been ages!”

"Yeah,” I agreed with her. “I can’t believe how long it’s been. I mean, look at you! Jesus!”

She smiled, then laughed.

She wore an oversized white sweater that she had tucked into her high-waisted blue dress. This unlikely combination served to show her ample bust and narrow waist at the same time, all in a tasteful and unassuming manner. It was classy.

She had her hair pulled back into a loose ponytail with the front half out and draped either side of her face. Her hair was red, but much darker than that of her brothers. More autumnal than spring.

The girl I used to make fun of is now intimidatingly attractive.

The three of us continued to chat while dangling our feet in the pool. Mabel was heading out that night for a friend’s birthday. Tom and I planned to go out for dinner and a couple games of pool. There weren’t that many places to go in town, so it was fairly likely we’d see each other at some point. This was comforting for their parents, who were having problems letting their daughter be the grown-up she was.

After her beer, Mabel disappeared inside to get ready to head out. Her friend Jennifer came over to join her, while Tom and I stayed outside to relax and give them some space. Jennifer was one of Mabel’s childhood friends. She was very quiet and shy but enjoyed Mabel’s company and seemed to be able to bounce off her bubbly personality to the betterment of her own. I believe her family was fairly involved in some sort of church. She always had long hair that was worn out and wore very conservative clothes. She was the oldest of Mabel’s friend group, but she didn’t look or act like it. Her hair was long and blonde and had a natural curliness to it.

Her body was straight up and down, and she must have weighed around 120 lbs. She stood the same height as Mabel but just didn’t have the same curves or athletic attributes.

She was lean, but nowhere near unhealthy. Her face was friendly but left you feeling as though she always had something on her mind. Distracted, but not by choice.

Her words to others were minimal, but it was nice to see her come out of her shell when Mabel was with her.

My parents had paused their move that lunchtime to give themselves a rest and didn’t want me doing it on my own, so I’d arranged to start again in the morning.

Tom and I had a couple more beers over the next hour or so, then made plans to head out and catch up with some other friends for dinner. We did just that, congregating in a local restaurant for dinner before moving on to a local bar for a few games of pool and banter like it was 15 years ago.

The place we were at had a bar out the front, pool tables down one side, and a dancefloor and bar out the back. We’d settled into one of the round tables near the bar, adjacent to the pool tables.

Pool games took place while we chatted and watched the various sports on the screens. We were all at a similar point in life. Some had married, one had some kids, but all in all, it all equalled out, and we were grateful for the chance to unwind. I’d just come from a fairly long-term relationship that had ended on good terms. I wasn’t looking for anything.

Mabel and her friends came through the front bar on their way out the back to the dancefloor. She stopped to say hello to her brother. She wore a tight black long-sleeve cotton top with a deep V neckline and a pair of figure-hugging jeans. I was sitting next to Tom when she dragged her hand along Tom’s back when she greeted him. Her hand moved across to my shoulder, and she squeezed it while she spoke with him. The time her hand was on my shoulder seemed excessive, given that she was talking to her brother.

She was out with a half-dozen of her girlfriends and a few male friends as well. I recognized a couple of her friends, including Jennifer.

One of the guys, according to Tom, had been hitting on Mabel for a while, and she had kind of started to see him. He came across as a little bit arrogant to me. Too brash—like he was trying to compensate for his own lack of confidence. Anyway, they went on their way, and we kept to ourselves for the rest of the night.

At one stage, I looked across to the dancefloor to see Mabel dancing with her boyfriend. My eye caught hers, and she spun around to face me, with her boyfriend’s back to me. She smiled. Her gaze stayed with mine for far too long. I broke it off and didn’t look back for the rest of the night. I had an uneasy feeling. There was a stirring in my stomach.

As the night continued, Tom fell further and further into our old high school ways and had far too many drinks. He was having a great time, but he descended further and further into drunkenness. Our best appeals to him to slow down were waved aside. I’d had too many drinks to drive, but I was still in control and able to make sensible decisions. At night, I ordered us a cab and piled him and me into it. I had no idea what happened to Mabel and her friends, but they weren’t my responsibility. Their evening had been incident-free, as evidenced by the laughter and dancing that were emanating from the back section of the bar.

Getting Tom into the house without waking his parents was a job well done. I got him changed and into his bed without issue. I was feeling a little drunk myself, hence why it had taken me so long to get him organized. We’d started with laughter and jokes when we first got home, but he quickly got tired, and I ended up closing his door after turning his light off while he slept.

The effort I had put into quietly closing his bedroom door was evaporated by two car doors slamming outside their house. Mabel had arrived home. Apparently, Jennifer was staying over as well.

They made their way in as I walked down the hallway to the spare room I was staying in. This was a converted garage at the opposite end of the house.

“How drunk is he?” Mabel enquired.

"Sorry, Mabel, he is not going to be pretty tomorrow.”

“Ah, it’s not your fault. He deserves what he gets. How are you?”

“I’m fine. A bit happy, but not too bad.”

"Ha,” came her reply. “I know what you mean.”

“Well,” I continued, “I’m off to bed. Sleep well, you two.”

Mabel seemed to think for a second. “Urh, I need a shower first. Goodnight.”

Mabel followed behind Jennifer as they made their way past me. When she walked by, Mabel dragged her hand across my chest without saying anything.

“Fuck me,” I thought to myself. “What is happening here?”

I headed off to the far end of the house and got myself sorted for bed. I usually sleep in underwear, but the alcohol had wiped out my inhibition, so I slipped into bed naked and tried to drift off to sleep.

About five minutes after finally getting into bed, my phone dinged. A messenger message lit up my screen.

Mabel: Are you asleep?

Me: No

Mabel: I’m coming down to see you. Stay quiet.

Me: Umm, ok?

I’d heard the shower running up the far end of the house and thought she’d just head off to bed like the rest of us. I had no idea what she wanted, but I pulled the bed covers up to make sure I was well and truly covered up. I didn’t want my best friend's sister to see something she shouldn't and then tell him I was hitting on her.

The door slowly and gently rolled open.

I’d turned off the lights, so the room was in total darkness. To my surprise, no light was turned on, nor was there a phone flashlight, as the door closed just as quietly and gently.

Being in her house, Mabel would have known the layout of the room. There was a double lounge chair as you entered the room, with an office desk and laptop set up opposite. The bed was at the far end of the room, with a small modular closet facing it and a deep-sided single lounge chair in the far corner, facing the bed and the door.

I heard muffled footsteps as she moved down the carpeted floor. She sat on the edge of the bed.

I sat up and propped a pillow against the bedhead, keeping the bed covers tight across my waist. I couldn’t make her out, only her outline, but I could smell her. Shampoo and body wash drifted across the room. She smelled sweet and clean. In my head, I could see her hair out, ruffled with a towel, but hanging with her red curls cascading down her back and shoulders. I didn’t know if she was wearing PJs or a towel, but again, I let my imagination go wild as she spoke for the first time.

“Hey, I know I’m a bit drunk, but I know I’m not going to sleep very well.”

“What’s up?”

“Seeing you back here. It’s had a crazy effect on me.”

“What do you mean? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine. You're back here, though. I don’t think you know how much I used to think about you. Actually, I don’t think you know how much I used to fantasize about you.”

“Jesus Mabel! We shouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“I know, but you’re here for one night; I’m eighteen now. I think it’s only fair that you know.”

I know I said we shouldn’t be having this conversation, but I’d seen her today. The way she looked in that oversized sweater this afternoon, that black shirt tonight, her smile, her ass. Fuck, she was gorgeous.

My cock twitched.

I continued, “What about your parents? Your brother? Jennifer?”

“My parents sleep like rocks and are both deaf anyway. You saw the state of Tom. You won’t see him till mid-morning tomorrow, and Jennifer is having a shower now.”

I was pretty drunk still, but my cock continued its journey upward as it hardened even further. I desperately wanted to adjust it, but I didn’t want to show Mabel that. She was still my mate’s sister after all. Twelve years younger. Fuck. I was trying to talk myself out of this scenario, but my brain kept countering my internal arguments. “She’s hot as fuck,” I thought to myself. “She’s sweet, and she’s right. I am only in town tonight.”

My eyes were starting to adjust to the dark. I could see that she did indeed have her hair out, and it was wet. It was strewn down her back. Her curls cascaded past her shoulders, which were clad in long-sleeved button-up cotton pyjamas. 

She continued, “Why do you think I’m not still out? My boyfriend was pissed when we got going so soon after you and Tom. Lucky Jennifer had her car. She was happy to drive us home. She has to be up and at some family church thing early. It wasn’t an accident that I touched you at the bar. Besides, I saw you when I was dancing. You had some impure thoughts as well, didn’t you?”

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything about it, though.” I was trying to be the mature, reasonable one. My cock disagreed as it started to throb. Nearing full erection.

“I know, but fuck, I’ve thought about it in the past. Can you run your hand through my hair for me? I think it might be a bit knotted.”

She continued, “Here, I’ll cover your eyes, so you don’t feel like you’re touching your best friend's little sister.”

Mabel pulled one of the thin pillows from the other side and laid it across my face, covering up my sight of her in the almost dark room.

“Oh fine.” My internal argument was somewhat over.

I felt her shift and move on the bed. It seemed that she moved more than I thought she would have to in order for me to run my hand through her hair. Her hand grabbed my wrist and guided it to where her head was previously.

Things had changed.

Rather than feeling the wet red locks that draped her gorgeous face and trickled down each shoulder, I felt her take my hand and bend my wrist backwards so that my fingers faced the ceiling. My fingers then ran across her stomach. I felt her pull her pyjama pants out of her body, and my fingers landed squarely on her pussy.

Oh fuck. Now my cock was hurting; it was so hard.

She didn’t feel wet until I instinctively straightened my middle finger, so it ran directly between her labia. She gently moved back and forth a couple of times, then it hit me. My finger slid straight backwards as her moisture hit my finger. She continued this ever-gentle movement another couple times before I couldn’t take it anymore. I curved my finger upwards, and it slid easily inside her pussy. It was wet. So wet.

There was no hint of hair anywhere. Either she waxed or she just shaved in the shower literally five minutes ago.

She leant down next to my ear and whispered, “Oops, I forgot. I don’t have any hair.”

Mabel was kneeling next to me on my bed as I lay on my back with a pillow over my face. My finger was sliding inside her completely bald pussy.

It was tight.

It was warm.

It was smooth.

It was wet.

As she continued to gently ride my middle finger, I gave up any hope of hiding my throbbing cock, so I threw caution to the wind. I brought my thumb forward and placed it up the front of her pussy, where I was able to locate her clit. By rubbing my thumb down near my finger where her pussy juices were, I was able to then bring it up to her clit and start to gently massage it along with my middle finger thrusting inside of her. The moisture on her clit meant my thumb could easily slide over her bud, where I could flick it gently side to side as her thrusting on my finger increased tempo.

For the first time, I felt Mabel lean forward and reach for my cock. She exhaled when she felt the hardness through the bed covers.

I brought my ring finger up next to my middle finger and slid it inside her as well. Having two fingers inside her gave me better strength, and I was able to insert them both into the knuckle and start rubbing the front wall of her cunt to stimulate her G-spot while my thumb continued to flick her clit. She reacted with a quiet groan as she started to fuck my fingers.

She grabbed my cock through the covers. It was generally about seven inches—I bit more if I was really horny like I was now. The best thing about my cock is its girth. It’s thick. Two thick veins run down and around my shaft to my balls, which I keep shaven. My circumcised head has a thick, full shape with a slight curve in the shaft.

Sensing the size of my wand, Mabel threw the covers to one side to expose my aching cock. Her small hand wrapped around its shaft and started to gently stroke it up and down. Her second hand cupped my shaven balls as she squeezed and massaged them.

She propped herself back to her original kneeling position before lowering her face to my ear again.

“One more favour. Can you kiss me on the lips?”

“Sure,” I replied. I was all in now.

I felt her stand up as my fingers slid from her manicured pussy and her hands ungrasped my cock. Figuring she was spinning around, I expected her to lay on top of me or next to me. I heard her doing something as a gentle noise rang out. The sense of movement came as the bed wriggled a little under my naked body. The pillow was still in place, so I couldn’t see what she was doing.

I felt the pillow slide to one side. My eyes, adjusted to the dark now, opened to see the most gorgeous pussy and ass lower themselves onto my face. Mabel's wet cunt pressed gently against my mouth. She sat up slightly to take her weight through her legs as she lowered herself more onto my waiting tongue.

She bent her back to whisper to me again. “Sorry, probably not the lips you were thinking of.”

She tasted so sweet. I was able to run my tongue up her entire pussy. Given she was so small, I could flick her clit with my tongue, then slide it slowly down her pussy and press it inside her for a couple of thrusts before moving slowly back to her clit for a few flicks. Because she was fully shaven or waxed, this process was made way easier, and the sensation of smooth skin was absolute bliss. She still smelled of body wash and was so wet.

My cock was now sticking up in the air like a power pole, her pussy on my face making me hornier than I thought possible.

Mabel widened her kneeling so as to press her pussy harder against my tongue. In turn, I brought my hands over and grabbed both her ass cheeks to pull her onto me tighter again. Her skin was blemish-free, firm, and smooth. Her asshole was lighter than the surrounding skin and looked tight.

As I grabbed her ass, she bent forward, settled onto her elbows, and grabbed my cock and balls again.

Without notice, she pulled my cock up towards me and took one of my balls into her mouth. Her other hand gently wanked my thick cock as she gently sucked one of my balls. Her other hand wrapped around the base of my ballsack and massaged them as she wanked my shaft and sucked my ball.

The feeling of her mouth around my ball and her hands on my cock and ballsack was something I’ll never forget. This girl, my friend's sister, was so much younger than us. This gorgeous, hot, smart teenager that I’d known for her whole life was now sitting on my face, sucking and wanking at me.

My hands pulled her ass closer and closer to me. I tried to get my tongue deeper and deeper inside her.

I could feel her starting to fuck my tongue as she thrust in time with my tongue strokes.

She swapped to my other ball as her stroking and wanking continued. Her fingers are now spreading to massage my perineum as well as my ball sack.

I spread her ass cheeks apart as my tongue thrusts worked further and further backwards until I landed my tongue on her asshole. I left it there as I flattened it and let the spit roll off my tongue. I did three or four full, slow strokes up and down over her asshole before returning to her pussy. She gasped as my wet, warm tongue stroked her ass.

She responded by moving her mouth up and inhaling as much of my cock as she could down her throat.

Being so thick, she had room for one hand to grasp the base of my shaft while the other continued to massage my balls and perineum.

My tongue continued its journey from clitoral to deep inside her pussy to over her asshole and back.

Her mouth around my cock was almost too much. Combined with her hands and their magic. She took a little more each time she descended down my shaft.

Her quiet groans started to grow, as did my heart rate and breathing. I thought I was going to blow down her throat as I continued to tongue-fuck her pussy. I had started to try and work my tongue into her ass now, using the tip of my tongue to try and squeeze into her ass.

Her thrusting continued to grow until it was no longer a gentle motion but a genuine attempt to get my tongue inside her ass and pussy.

I could feel my cock tip pressing against the back of her throat as she pulled my ball sack up in an attempt to get more of my meat down her throat. I started to feel her throat relax as my cock tip started to slide beyond the deep, tight confines of her throat.

“Oh fuck,” I thought to myself, “she can deepthroat!”

My shaft worked about five centimetres deeper than it had been before. She arched her back now, sat her asshole on my tongue, and thrust faster and faster. I brought my hands off her ass cheeks and sat a thumb over her asshole to start massaging it over her opening while I used the same two fingers I had inside her previously to drive into her cunt and start working the front wall of her pussy again.

Not knowing whether to thrust backward on my thumb or forward on my fingers, Mabel simply pushed her ass down and back in the hope of getting all the holes pleasured at once.

With no notice, she suddenly sat up and spun around to face me.

“I’m going to get Jennifer.”

She stood up, pulled her PJ top down to cover her wet pussy and ass, and walked towards the door of the room.

“What. the. fuck?” I thought to myself.

“Um, are you sure about that?”

Her reply was, “Oh, don’t worry, you know she’s all churchy. She won’t join us.”

“Yeah but…” The door was closed before my sentence could end.

“Well,” I thought to myself, “I’m either completely fucked now and Jennifer will squeal, or I’m at least going to hell.”

A couple of minutes passed. I pulled my bed covers up over my thighs, ready to complete the job if someone unexpected came in, yet I started to stroke my cock, thinking about Mabel and her gorgeous body and what she was able to do with her mouth.

The door once again slowly rolled open. Two people came in quietly before the door closed. I was able to see much better by now. Mabel came in first and kneeled next to my ear.

“Jennifer only wants to watch, but she’s embarrassed, so I told her I’d say she’s here to keep a lookout for us, ok?”

I nodded. The skinny, nervous friend was curious. That was fine.

Jennifer walked in quietly. She was clearly highly embarrassed and looked at the ground as she stepped quietly in. She wore a typically conservative, loose white night dress that went to just above her ankles. Her hair was out. It was long and brushed back. Her blonde locks were wavy. Looking at her, I realized that her eyes were actually quite blue, her lips were full, and it looked as though she had shaped her eyebrows.

She stepped around the bed and sat in the deep-sided single lounge at an angle of about 45 degrees to the bed. I couldn’t see her besides her shoulders and head and her feet as they stuck out, barely touching the ground due to the depth of the lounge.

This time, Mabel took off her top before pulling back the bed covers once again.

Her figure was out of this world.

She had lean, freckled skin all over and breasts that defied gravity. At least a C cup, probably a D, with obvious abs and skin that seemed tight in every possible centimetre. She had no lines or tan marks—not as though she deliberately did this, but it just seemed that this was her complexion. As I’d figured earlier, she had a completely bald pussy. I figured it must have been waxed, as there were no razor marks. Her pussy sat out slightly given how lean she was, and her legs were muscled, and ass matched. She clearly went to the gym or stayed active.

This time, she kneeled over me and actually kissed me, pressing her body up against mine. Her tits felt amazing pressed up against me. I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest. I brushed her hair back over her shoulders and let one hand go down to her ass and squeeze it as I used the other hand to lift one of her breasts into my mouth.

Mabel arched her back up and forward to help get her nipple into my mouth.

I wanted to fuck her. Oh, how I wanted to fuck her.

As she was so much shorter than me, I couldn’t kiss her breasts and fuck her at the same time, so I grabbed my cock and thrust it between her legs so I could dry-hump her wet asshole.

I slid my still-hard cock between her ass cheeks, brought my second hand down, and pulled her ass cheeks apart so I could rub my cock right against her asshole.

The moisture was still there from when I tongue-fucked her earlier. My thick cock rubbed against her asshole as I slid it up and down its full length against her little hole. It felt as though I could slide inside her at any moment.

I brought my hands back up and brought her nipple back into my mouth as I gently sucked it and the bottom of her breast alternately.

Feeling watched, I felt that Jennifer would get a better view if we turned so that she could see my cock as it rubbed against her best friend’s asshole, so I spun us 45 degrees to give her the best view I could.

As I slowly humped her ass, I’d bring my cock tip down, so it sat right on her ass opening, before slowly driving it up fully until my balls rested against her hole. Meanwhile, I’d alternate which breast I was kissing until Mabel grabbed both and squeezed them together for me to kiss both at once. I managed to get both nipples into my mouth at once and slide my tongue over both in one stoke before going back again.

Mabel then took both breasts again and squeezed them together, lowered her head down, and kissed both her own nipples at once. I joined her in this, both our tongues flicking her nipples against each other’s tongue before we’d embrace in a deep kiss.

My cock was starting to ache from being so hard. Having her nerdy friend watch us was making me hornier again. When I looked at Jennifer, she looked vague, like she was in a daze. I wasn’t sure if she was uninterested, bored, or in a trance, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t see her moving at all, so I didn’t think too much of it.

I took the initiative and spun Mabel around again so I could tend to her ass and pussy again. I wanted to kiss her bald pussy and ass all night long.

As before, I spread my legs as Mabel took my cock in her mouth, just as she’d done before. This time, however, my cock was only three feet from her best friend, as Jennifer got the best view of my thick, veiny cock disappearing down her friend's throat as she massaged my balls and wanked my cock again.

I returned to her ass and pussy as I had before, only this time I worked my thumb into her ass and slowly massaged it until I had my thumb all the way in her ass as I licked it and her pussy.

Mabel worked my cock again until she was able to relax her throat and accept the lower parts of my cock down her throat without complaint. My cock ended up pressing down through her throat, where it felt so tight and warm. Deeper and deeper it went until my balls rested against Mabel's chin, with Jennifer watching the whole thing.

My thumb in her ass and fingers in her pussy started to bring her to her climax, as it had done earlier. I felt for Jennifer, though, so I changed our position around 180 degrees so that she could see my tongue working her bald cunt and ass. As I licked her pussy with full, long strokes, I looked back over behind me to see that Jennifer was watching me like a hawk as I stroked her friend with slow, wet, deliberate lengths with my thumb working her ass.

Mabel started to buck back and forth again, as she had started to do before. Her groans were slightly muffled by my cock in her mouth. To ensure she enjoyed my tongue, I withdrew my cock and lifted my hips up so she could suck on my balls again and be able to breathe as she needed. Her groans grew, and her breathing shortened.

I brought my fingers out of her pussy and started to fun my five fingers across her clit slowly at first, then increasing speed until there was a constant motion of fingers gently sliding over and over her love bud. I increased this tempo again so that it was a full effort to keep it going. I withdrew my thumb and planted my tongue as deep as I could in her ass. This, combined with my fingers flicking over and over her clit, brought her groans to shrieks, which she muffled on my balls. She took both balls in her mouth and had both hands on my cock, stroking up and down.

Her fingers didn’t wrap fully around my thick dick as she continued to struggle to keep control of her growing orgasm.

As Jennifer watched, Mable came up for air. “I’m going to cum, oh fuck, I’m going to cum!”

Not wanting to finish yet, I propped us both up and turned Mabel around to face her friend on her hands and knees on the bed. I stood behind her, stroking my engorged cock.

Not wanting to hide behind Mabel, I stood over her ass and bent my knees so I could enter her pussy.

With Jennifer watching, I lowered my cock and inched inside my best friend's little sister.

When I was about two inches inside her pussy, I took both hands and put them on her shoulders, paused, braced myself, then thrust as hard as I could as deep as I could inside her while simultaneously pulling back on her shoulders to ensure I got as deep as I could.

The slap of my balls against her ass rang out. Her groan came instantly after it.

I slowly pulled out of her until just my tip was inside her tight, wet, bald pussy. Then again, I slowly drove inside her, pushing an inch or two beyond where my balls hit her ass, trying desperately to get as deep in her as I could. I could see her labia part making way for the girth of my cock as it explored her depths.

Mabel cried out each time I pumped my rod inside her. Slowly, I increased the pace until I had to move my arms from her shoulders to her hips to allow me to control her movements as I pulled out, then drove back in again. I lingered as deep in her as I could for a second or so before pulling out. 

As we continued, she leaned back against me more and more, slowly separating her knees further and arching her back up towards me.

Mabel was facing her friend, who was sitting in the single lounge. I could see her tits bounce every time I thrust inside her. Jennifer was watching with her eyes wide open. I couldn’t see her hands, but I could see that she was still fully dressed. The only change in her position was that I could see that her feet were slightly wider than they were when we started.

I continued to fuck her. Her back arched further and further. Her knees spread further and further.

I could see that her tits were now resting on the bed, and she was wanting to get me further inside her. They slid back and forth on the bedsheet as I stood behind her, watching her and Jennifer's reactions.

I loved having this innocent nerdy girl watching me fuck her best friend not three feet away from her. I still couldn’t see any reaction from her. I wasn’t sure if she might be on the phone to her parents asking to be picked up, asking for forgiveness, or what. She needed a different view.

I stopped, spun Mabel around, and laid her on her back with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed, facing away from Jennifer.

This time, I kneeled in front of the bed, about a foot away from Jennifer and under her gaze, so she could look down as I fucked Mabel and see it from my perspective.

I took twenty seconds to eat her pussy out again, just because I loved how it felt and because it tipped Mabel closer to the edge. I spread her legs as far as I could and opened her labia slightly using my fingers. From the opposite side of Jennifer, I slid my tongue back inside Mabel and slowly slid it up and down the full length of her gorgeous cunt, hoping the shy, skinny friend would have the best view possible.

Mabel’s back arched in response, as did her cries of pleasure as she neared her climax again. Mabel grasped her tits as her back arched upwards again, massaging them and squeezing them together.

Slowing my pace, I went back onto my knees, under Jennifer's gaze, and lined up my cock again. Watching it enter Mabel for the first time from this angle really did my cock a favour as it slid in; the labia had to part and stretch to make room for its width. She was so wet. Pussy juice and my saliva made her so slippery and warm.

The feeling of entering her this time flicked a switch in me. I started thrusting fully as I massaged her clit with my thumb again.

I fucked her harder and harder. Her back arched again as her cries became shrieks and swears intertwined.

“Oh, oh, OH fuck. Fuck. FUCKKKK”

Her tits began to bounce harder and harder. She gave up holding them and had to brace herself behind herself, stretching out to push against the bedhead.

She moved further and further up the bed as I pounded her. I had to go up on one knee to get the depth I wanted, then I had to put both knees on the bed as she continued to be pushed back from my thrusting. The noise was becoming louder and louder as my pelvis slammed into her thighs and our cries of pleasure started to multiply.

I ended up on my knees, holding her ass up off the ground, as I fucked this teen as hard as I could. Her tits were nearly hitting her in the face, such was the force with which I was driving my cock inside her.

Fuck if her parents or brother walked in now.

My balls began to tighten. This was going to be a fucking huge cumshot. I didn’t remember ever being this turned on.

I couldn’t blow inside her; I didn’t know her birth control status, and, after all, this was my best friend's little sister.

Out of respect for all involved, I planned to shoot my load all over her body, her tight pussy, and her gorgeous tits. That way, we could clean up and be on our way to our separate bedrooms.

Hopefully, Jennifer will be able to keep our secret.

My thrusting continued. My balls ached.

My cock was working furiously as it bounced off her pussy walls.

I lifted her higher and higher off the bed as I searched for any way to get deeper inside her. Her tits bounced faster and harder.

Mabel's cries started to combine into one.

My cock had just about all it could hold. It felt like the tip was going to blast off it when I finally came, and that was only seconds away. The veins in my shaft stood out as they disappeared in and out of her pussy.

I couldn’t take it anymore. My pace slowed as I held my cock inside her, desperately looking for a few more seconds before I launched a load of cum that felt like it was going to bounce off the bedroom wall.

From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of movement. Turning my head to the left, I saw Jennifer leaning forward, peering at my cock as it slammed inside her friend’s bald pussy.

All of a sudden, she stood, moved quickly to the side of the bed, and turned to face me. She had a wet patch right where her pussy would be, but her night dress was actually inside her pussy. Jennifer had been playing with herself from outside her nightdress and had gotten so wet that she had been able to push her fingers inside herself, taking the material with her.

No wonder I hadn’t seen her hands; they’d been hidden below the high sides of the chair as she watched us fuck.

With her left hand, she reached over her head and grabbed her nightdress between her shoulders and lifted it. She then used her right hand to do the same to remove the clothing altogether.

She dropped her nightdress on the floor beside the bed and, without a word, moved to stand on the bed over Mabel. Her body was gorgeous. Skinny, defined, and pale. Her tits were at most an A. Her hips were wider than her waist, but that was not much as she was quite lean. Her pussy was, very surprisingly, also bald. Her pussy lips were obvious, although her whole cunt looked smaller than her friends. She was wet. I could see that much in the dappled light.

Without uttering a word, she moved towards me and sat on top of Mabel, who had dropped to lie flat on the back. I had continued fucking her missionary position, driving her hips deep into the mattress as Jennifer was moving.

Jennifer still didn’t say a thing as she reached down, grabbed my cock by the base, and pulled it out of her friend. She pushed up against me, sitting over me as I moved to lay on my back. She moved in over me, twitching the cock still in her hand, lined it up with her cunt, and sat down on my girth.

Jennifer didn’t need to rub my cock back and forth to get me inside her; she was already wet. Combined with Mabel's lube already on my cock, the skinny church nerd simply sat on my cock.

Tight. She was so deliciously tight. And wet.

Jennifer raised up onto her knees slightly as my cock started its journey down its second pussy that night. She was so tight that she had to sit on my cock and put her full weight on me to get my cock inside her. Inch by inch, I disappeared inside. She didn’t cry out or thrust on me; she just sat on me with her full weight. My cock continued to slowly descend.

I had no chance now. I was already twitching, ready to cum, when Jennifer grabbed my cock from her friend and sat on me. Now I was dropping to the depths of this tight, delicious pussy.

Just as she was about to bottom out on my balls, I could feel my cock tip touch something. It was her cervix. I couldn’t possibly be any deeper in this teen’s pussy.

I could feel her cunt start to twitch rhythmically as she leaned backward towards her friend. Mabel was now sitting behind her, watching this unfold.

Jennifer's cunt-twitching sent me over the edge. I had been in this girl for about five seconds, and she was already orgasming on me.

Two hands came forward. One of Mabels and one of Jennifers. Mabels gently grasped my balls and started massaging them again, with one finger sitting on my perineum. Jennifer's hand went to her own clit and started rubbing it back and forth.

I lost control. The first blast took me by surprise.

Then the second.

And third.

Subconsciously, I counted each one. I couldn’t believe how strong the contractions were. I could feel the cum pumping out of me. Not like a regular orgasm, rather, I could feel the volume of sperm being driven into this teens pussy each time my cock exploded.

Four, five, six, seven, eight.

Eight massive ropes of cum had been driven into this teen’s tiny pussy.

Her only reaction was to lean back, with her cunt equally contracting, trying to draw as much cum out of me as possible as she worked her own clitoral.

Jennifer's breathing shortened as I pumped her full; she leaned backwards; tiny nipples erect. Her knees opened slightly as she tried to get me further inside her, but this was to no avail.

“Holy fuck!” Mabel exclaimed.

“He just pumped so much cum inside you!” she continued.

Her finger on my perineum had kept track of how many times I had blown inside her.

Mabel reached down and stroked what cock was outside of Jennifer still, trying to get as much of my seed into her friend as possible.

Without saying anything, Jennifer stood up to me. She stepped off the bed, put on her nightdress, and quietly left the room.

I looked at Mabel and said, “Well, breakfast tomorrow is going to be interesting!”