No wanting to lose her balance when the orgasm hit, she reluctantly left one of her nipples unattended and braced herself on the edge of the pool with her left arm. But her left nipple was calling out for attention.
So she moved her left arm from being beside her left thigh to being between them, leaning in to make contact with her cloth covered clit. This also served to squeeze her bulging left boob into her right tit. Then, Kelli briefly let go of her stiff right nipple, hunched her shoulders, and leaned into her left arm so that her boobs were squeezed tight together. She had cleavage nearly to her collarbone!
"I wouldn't leave you alone for long, my precious," she whispered, looking down at the throbbing left nip. With that, she spread her right hand, first rubbing the right nipple with her thumb and then reaching out with her pinkie and ring finger to contact the left nipple.
As soon as she did make contact, it was as if a jolt of electricity was coursing through her fingers from one nip to the other nip, and from nipples to clit, and to the erotic centers in her brain. This nipple orgasm was more powerful than she had expected, and her whole body tensed while she threw her head back and let the feelings flood through her. As her orgasm waned, she sighed softly, whispered, "God, I love my nipple orgasms," and began plotting what she would do with John the next chance she had. She continued to slowly massage her rock hard nipples and if her nips could purr, they were doing so.
Inside the house, Marie had paused in preparing the drinks to look out the window, where she took in the scene in pantomime. She had seen Kelli's arms apparently working her boobs as John approached, then saw John surface and erupt in a coughing fit, the noise of which filtered through the windows. But the rest of the conversation was over ridden by the AC. However, it took little imagination to figure out what Kelli was doing as John swam away, and Marie found her own hands massaging her nipples.
"Damn, that little vixen was probably showing John her tits," Marie whispered, "and now she's getting off on her own nipples. Like Mother like daughter. Guess I'd better get back out there if I'm going to have a chance of catching John's attention. I'm really feeling the need to get some dick back in my life."
But what is Kelli's goal with all of this breast and nipple display, she mused. They had hated each other for years. They're siblings, for Pete's sake. But they had matured. Wow, had they matured! And well, Kelli did break up with that jerk Dick, and I know they were screwing, so maybe she's missing cock herself? She couldn't be hoping to seduce John, could she? I mean that's ... well, I'm his mother, and I know that I want him. Hmm. Time to make my own play.
With that, Marie determinedly abandon her own pulsing nipples and focused on quickly putting the gin and tonics together. When they were ready, she threw her shoulders back and carried the tray of drinks back outside. Forgotten during her musing, however, was her plan to recover her stiff nipples, which poked out obscenely from beneath the bikini cups, which now only served to cover the upper portion of her areolas and a patches of her upper breasts.
Poor John could still see nothing but stiff nipples and swaying boobs in his mind's eye, and his dick kept waving in the currents he was creating, still poking all the way down the left leg of his swim trunks. Giving up on swim therapy, he pulled himself out of the water next to his oh-so-hot sister, who was still idly toying with her naked, rock hard nipples, working hard to fend off another orgasm with Marie so likely to soon return. His dick grew another half inch.
When Kelli heard the patio door sliding open, she quickly covered her nipples (but only barely - parts of each areola peaked out in the middle). Then she gave a low whistle as she visually devoured her brother's raging hard-on, but thinking quickly, she doffed her towel and handed it to John with a quick, "Here - you need this more than me!"
Marie was just closing the door when the towel was being passed, but she did get a full second, full frontal view of her son's mammoth cock pushing out the swim trunks before he covered with the towel. Even the towel, though, was no match for his huge bulge.
With a shudder that made the glasses clang together, she whispered "Oh, my god, I really need to see more of that." Then, looking down to steady the tray, she spotted her stiffening nipples poking out from beneath the bikini cups, naked as the day she was born, though much larger. Much, much larger. But there she was, with both children turning to look at her, and both hands holding the tray.
She felt a flush of blood rush through her; but was it excitement, embarrassment, or both? First, there was the sight of her son's boner poking out through both swim shorts and the towel. Then there were her nipples. Yes, she had come around to enjoying John staring at her underboob exposure, but bare nips was a much bigger step. All she knew was that her face was red and she was trembling a bit. And that her areolas were beginning to crinkle.
"You alright, Mom?" Kelli called, then inhaled deeply as she took in her mother's nipple display. John simply froze, not realizing that his mouth was now hanging open. Could those nipples be even bigger than Kelli's?
"I'm ... I'm alright," Marie managed, moving quickly to set the tray on the table. Were her nipples getting harder still? A quick glance confirmed the fact. Thinking quickly, she adlibbed, "I just got a little light headed coming back out into this heat. Guess I should be drinking some water, too." With that, she turned and hustled back inside, still red faced and still wondering at why it was that her nipples were throbbing so, and, yes, how she felt really moist below.
John continued to stare, open mouthed, as he watched his Mom's shapely tush recede. But in his mind, he was burning the memory of Marie's nipples into long tern storage. And if his prick were not already as long as it could get, it would have gotten longer. He mused about long term storage for his long dick. Tight, moist, long term storage.
Kelli stood, checked the alignment of her bikini top, which she did not adjust (she liked the partial areolar exposure just fine, just fine), and sashayed to her brother's side, leaning in to press her left boob into his arm. "Well, it sure seems like her nipples are still hard, doesn't it?"
"Wow..." was all John could manage. Watching those nubbins pop free of her suit through the window was one thing, but looking at Marie's nipples displayed right out in the open was something else. John's cock was twitching about as much as he could stand.
It seemed that John was oblivious to the pressure from Kelli's breast, so she slowly backed her boob away from John's arm until only her cloth-covered nipple was still touching; then, she slowly started rubbing the tip of her nipple against John's bicep, watching the action closely as she felt herself getting still wetter.
Thin as her bikini top was, though, it was interfering with the full sensation her nipple was craving. What if I push a little harder when I slide to the right, she thought. Oh, that's good, she mused to herself, as the cloth partially released from her nipple. One more pass, and her nip popped fully free. Owww, it felt delicious!
She watched in fascination as she passed her bare nipple back and forth over the skin of John's arm. Of course she knew her nipples intimately, but it was vastly more erotic to watch her left nipple as it bent left and right, slightly pulling on her boob and distorting the shape of the areola, knowing that it was her brother's arm, that they were standing in the sunshine on the deck, and that their Mom might come out at any moment.
The only bummer was that her dorky brother didn't know that his sister's nip was poking at his arm! She paused and pushed her nipple straight into his skin. Her nip was so stiff that it acted like a rigid pylon, virtually burrowing into her boob while taking part of her pebbled areola with it. She was so hot!
Her right nipple was incredibly hard, too, and Kelli desperately wanted to give it the attention it needed, but she and John were both facing the patio door through which their Mom had disappeared - and she could reappear at any moment.
She wondered how long it would take him to notice her nipple caresses. But she didn't much care - she loved the feeling of her now naked nipple passing languidly along his strong arm. With another mini-orgasm building, a low moan escaped her lips.
With that, John finally startled. "What are you ... Geez, Kelli, you are such a sex crazed vixen!" he muttered as the moan and nipple rubbing finally broke through his reverie. She continued rubbing her nipple on his arm, and noticed with satisfaction that he had not broken contact between his arm and her nip.
Kelli slowly looked up with veiled eyelids and gave him a seductive smile while she continued the nipple massage and said, "Well, I can't let Mom steal all of your attention." Then, finally breaking away, "Come on, big guy, we'd better get you sitting down before Mom comes back. That pole of yours is really causing a tent in your towel."
Marie had leaned against the wall as soon as she was inside. She really was unsteady, but more from the heat radiating from her nipples and pussy than from the heat radiating from the sky outside.
She quickly found a chair to sit on, and as she replayed the glimpse of her son's dick tenting the towel, her hands spontaneously found her still bare nipples. "He is so much better hung than his Dad," she mused, her fingers now seriously manipulating his nips. "And he certainly does seem to like my breasts. ... And my nipples," she added, glancing down and becoming aware of how roughly she was rubbing them now.
"Mmmm, it feels so good," she murmured as she began to twist and pull them with more purpose. Then, holding her nips tightly and pulling out until her nipples simultaneously slipped from her fingers, her body shuddered into an unexpected orgasm. "Ohhh, ohhh, oh, my!"
When her head cleared a moment later, she remembered why she had come inside - to cover her nipples and get a glass of water, which really did need. She paused in front of the mirror and pulled the bikini cups down until nips and areolas were fully covered. But as she was doing so, she realized that her nipple orgasm, instead of releasing her pent-up passions, had, as before, further fueled them. She really wanted a big, hard cock plumbing the depths of her pussy, and John was right outside, and certainly quite interested in her boobs. And the open mouthed stare he gave her exposed nipples made those naughty nips pulse anew.
But could she really seduce her own son? She was not sure whether she could overcome her inhibitions and the dusty memories of her early religious teachings. Still, the temptation was there, and her yearnings were hard to ignore. She gave her nips a quick rub and proceeded to the kitchen, trying to ignore the answering twitch her nipples had produced in her pussy.
Marie quickly downed a full glass of water, her mind in turmoil. God, she did want some cock in her life. Then she caught sight of the gin bottle, still on the counter. Making a snap decision, she poured three fingers of inhibition-relaxer into the water glass and downed it in a few large gulps. Alright, let the chips fall where they may.
On her empty stomach, the ethanol was quickly working its magic. A warmth flowed through her, but with her mind consumed with sex, she wasn't sure whether the source was her nips, her pussy, or the booze. But she really didn't care - she liked all of the feelings. She refilled the glass, with water this time, and left the kitchen.
As she walked past the mirror, she checked her reflection again. Damn, those are nice tits, even if I say so myself, she thought. The thrill of her most recent nipple orgasm, the memory of John's dick, and the idea of displaying more of herself conspired with the alcohol. She needed John looking at her tits, and it seemed she had to compete with Kelli, whose boobs and nipples were virtually naked even when she was around, and fully naked when she wasn't.
Her heart rate quickened as she partially reversed her previous efforts toward a semblance of modesty. With swelling nips and with care, deliberation, and close scrutiny, she carefully pulled the lower edge of the cups up until the entire lower half of her areolas were fully on display. The cloth only just covered her nipples. "Good - very good." Then, remembering the accidental display that had had her rushing inside to begin with, she added, "Who knows, maybe I'll let John see my nips on purpose in a bit."
With her nipples now fully hard again, she pulled open the door and sauntered outside with the water glass, purposefully putting some extra sway into her shoulders. She could have sworn that her boobs were swelling as they wobbled to and fro as she ambled confidently towards her chair, locking her eyes on her son's eyes, although they were very clearly locked on her underboob, the exposed portions of her areolas, and the nipples that so clearly were poking through the thin cloth.
Kelli quickly glanced from her mother's swaying boobs (quickly asking herself how long those nipples could hang on to the insides of the bikini cups), to her Mom's eyes, to John's eyes (well, there'd be no question what had grabbed his attention, but she did have to smile when she saw his mouth hanging open again). She sighed quietly and thought, well, if you've got 'em, flaunt 'em - and she certainly has 'em.
And, she is definitely flaunting those amazing tits and nipples. I wonder why? Well, it was me who suggested that she wear that underboob suit, but she did seem flustered to find that her nips were bare before. Were they bare because she was playing with them while making the drinks and forgot to cover up before she came out? Well [recalling Marie's nipple play in her bedroom], we know that she gets off on her nipples as much as I get off on mine, so that could have happened.
But if she dashed inside to cover up, why would she come back out with half of her areolas so carefully on display? Well, I certainly enjoy having John look at my tits and nipples; maybe she's just instantaneously become an exhibitionist? Or could she be interested in John's dick? Her own son? Well, I sure want more of it, and we're siblings. Hmmm this could get interesting! Well, nips, are you up for some competition?
Kelli looked down and easily verified that her nipples were clearly "up" to the challenge - but was chagrined to learn that her suit had dried to the points of being nearly opaque again. Drat! Not only that, while Mom had been in the house, John had spread the towel open onto the arms of the chair. Kelli hadn't minded looking at the pole running down the leg of his trunks, but now he was facing straight at Marie, giving her the advantage both in terms of getting his attention and in terms of him getting hers. Double drat!
Then, Marie did look down at her son's swim trunks - and there it was, the very end of his dick had pushed into the sunshine past the end of the (long) left swim trunk legging. And then, as she watched, she saw it twitch.
As hot as she already was, the extra eroticism of the situation was just too much. Here she was, deliberately showing off not only her previously forbidden underboob, but also the truly forbidden patches of breast flesh that were her areolas. In the sunshine. With her son's hard dick making a run to escape the end of his swim trunks. And the sight of her boobs and areolas had made his dick twitch!
In mid stride, the mini-orgasm struck - a jolt of electricity that shot from her eyes to her brain, down through her nipples, and from there down to her pussy. Her thighs clenched involuntarily, she gasped, and momentarily lost her balance.
"Wow, Mom, you look pretty flushed - are you sure you're alright? You seem a little unsteady, too," exclaimed Kelli. And then, to John, as much to get the deer in the boob-lights expression off his face as anything, "Be a gentleman, John, and hold your mother's chair."
"Um ... sure," mumbled John, who quickly rose to the task - but temporarily forgot that parts of his anatomy had already risen. Not only that, but the towel was just lying on the arms of the chair.
Oh, my god, thought mother and daughter simultaneously. I do want to see more of that!
John was brought back to the reality of his situation when the chair that he was pulling back knocked obliquely into his manhood.
"Are you alright, John?" Marie asked, turning to look him in the eye (well, his dick was now out of sight after all). "You look a bit flushed yourself."
"Um ... yeah. But it is warm out here. Here, you sit, and I'll pull the chair in."
Looking down to make sure he moved the chair at the proper moment, John had to stifle a quick intake of breath. For, in his position, he had a magnificent view down Marie's front. There were those amazing boobs, pushing far out from her chest and oozing out of the bikini top, left, right, and center.
Not only that, but with the tie (barely) holding the cups in position now basically running from nipple to nipple, the view of naked flesh was continuous, including breasts, sternum, flat belly, and, well, all the way to the top of her tiny bikini bottom. It was awesome to look down through that fleshy boob canyon with not a single thread obstructing the view.
But then, there were her nipples! From where John was standing, Marie's nipples, covered though those nips were, were perched at the very ends of her so-well rounded mammaries like little turrets on rather large, firm castles! The fabric of her bikini was pulled tight against them, but their stiffness sufficed to push out defiantly for what looked to be nearly a half inch. John was fairly drooling on his Mom's shoulder as he took in the sight. And that's not all that was fairly drooling.
Although Marie was pleased to think of the view John must have, he'd stood there a little longer than was necessary. Plus with him standing behind her, she had no chance to look at her son's huge dick. "Thank you, John, I am feeling better now that I'm sitting down."
"Oh ... you're welcome, Mom. Glad to hear it." John took the hint, then realized he'd need to sit down while still sporting his huge hard on. Well, Kelli had already seen him fully naked, so he awkwardly kept his back to his Mom until at his chair, then made a quick turnaround move to sit down. Both women smiled in amusement, then, in an awkward moment, caught each other by the eye with mutual SEGs. Is she amused for the same reason I am? they both thought.
To cover their embarrassment, they both sat up straighter in their chairs (much to John's delight, since this brought their finer points into better viewing perspective), and Marie cleared her throat and asked what they'd been talking about while she was inside.
"Oh, nothing much. Just discussing how John could get into more girls. I mean, more into girls," Kelli corrected.
"Well, it's hard ..." Marie started, then realized that she could see a fuzzy outline of John's dick (with some flesh tones at the end) through the glass top table. Then, glancing up to his eyes, "I mean, it's hard to think that you might be into boys, John. I mean, you've never ..."
"Oh, god no," John interrupted, tearing his eyes from his mother areolas and protuberant nipples to return her gaze, "I mean, I have guy friends but I have no interest in ... eww, no that's not for me.
"I think what Kelli meant" John continued, glancing in the direction of his sister's cleavage (and thinking it was a shame that her suit had dried, obstructing his view of his sister's clearly stiff nips), "is that I need to learn how get 'in' with girls. I just can't seem to engage them in casual intercourse."
Despite John's continued focus on Kelli's bosom, he could see her eyebrows rise in his peripheral vision. "I mean verbally," he clarified. "You, know, how to, well, slide into, um, conversations, have relations, that sort of thing."
All three paused to think about the twist and turns of this conversation and whether double entendres were intentional or simple gaffes.
"When I think about my luck in engaging with girls - hell, even this conversation, I'm reminded of that Lydia Pense lyric. Give me a sec. Yep, got it: 'Even when I try to talk, Tied tongue when I try to speak.' Yep, that's me."
"Wow ... 'You Got Me Hummin''" whispered Marie, her mind going back to her first serious boyfriend in high school. He never got into her pants, but the things he did with her breasts, and especially with her nipples, made her toes curl, even at the memory. He had given her so many nipple orgasms in the steamed up car that she lost count; and then she'd had quite a few more in her bedroom, just reliving the evening. Yep, he definitely "got her hummin."
"I didn't know you were into my old LPs," she murmured, feeling her nips and pussy responding to the, um, "flood" of memories.
"Well, yes, I've ..." John's voice trailed off as he turned away from Kelli and back to his Mom. She seemed to be looking at the trees over his shoulders, but eyes were focused a thousand miles away; she was suddenly and fully lost in her youth. Her eyes closed and a faint smile overtook her serenely pretty face.
But what really took John's breath away was that Marie, quite without thinking about it, had raised her right hand to her right breast. Three fingers were gently massaging the bare underboob, but her index finger was slowly and deliberately working over her nipple, pushing the stiff nubbin up, down, and around, as the dreamy look on her face turned to pure bliss. Clearly, she had taken no note of John's incomplete sentence. John wondered how long the fabric of the bikini cup could retain its hold on Marie's throbbing nipple.
Kelli and her nipples, meanwhile, were feeling ignored. She toyed with toying with them, as her mother was, but then had a better idea. A puddle of water had formed from the condensation on her gin and tonic glass. Taking careful aim, she lifted the glass to her mouth and - bullseye! She doused her left nipple with a stream of droplets. The cold water popped her nipple out even further, and, of course, the most important part of bikini cup again turned transparent, revealing her now pulsing nip.
With Marie still on another planet and John dropping his left arm onto his left thigh (leaving his fingers in easy reach of his aching cock) as he continued to stare at his Mom's nipples, Kelli took a moment to use the cold, wet glass to dampen her right nipple as well. Taking a long swig, she tugged on her bikini cups, pulling the fabric down so that the entire upper half of her areolas showed through the loose mesh at the top half of the "cups."
Her nipples were right there - covered to Mom and John, she believed, but visible through the cloth and right on the edge fabric. In fact, looking down, she could see those turgid nubbins pressing the flimsy cloth out, with shadowed daylight allowing her to see further past the edges of the rigid nubbins down to more of her crinkling areolas. Then she cleared her throat.
"Well, I think that John has been selling himself short. I think he is long in his potential to get in with women. He just needs a bit more experience," she added, winking at John before Marie came back to reality. As Kelli intended, John's eyes were immediately drawn to her now basically naked nips - although he did catch her wink out of the corner of his eye. He left his hand in his lap and began to slowly rub his fingers over his rigid member, slowly working down to the partially exposed head.
Marie snapped out of her dream and quickly, but sorrowfully, left her aching nipple alone as she straightened up and put her hand back on the arm of the chair. She reddened a little, wondering if either of her children had noticed the nipple massage. She so wanted to spend the afternoon playing with her stiff nipples, but there were bigger stakes to consider. Bigger and longer.
"Experience. Yes. You never really had much luck dating, did you, John," she asked, with true motherly concern in her voice. As she focused on John's face, she saw that he was no longer looking at her own boobs, but was instead transfixed by Kelli's nipples, now clearly visible through the transparent cloth and threatening to pop out on top. Marie found the display of Kelli's areolas quite erotic - the scheming little vixen. The thought that John might not have seen her own nipple play relieved her embarrassment - but also made her a little sad; it might have been nice to know he had been watching her nipple manipulation.
But then, there was Kelli, elbow on the arm of the chair and arm crooked so that the glass was some six inches up and directly over her right boob, with both nipples plainly visible through the now transparent ends of the bikini cups and exposed areolas crinkling.
As Marie watched, another pair of water drops detached and landed squarely on the end of her right boob. Marie and John both watched in fascination as the wet patch spread out, over the next few seconds, transforming opaque to transparent, and revealing a wider and wider portion of Kelli's areola. Kelli sat there with a serene smile on her face, knowing that neither observer was paying attention to her face.
What is her game, Marie wondered again. Poor John! Here the poor boy, heading off to college all too soon, has never been laid, and his sister is giving him views that almost make my mouth water. Is there even a chance that she is trying to seduce him? Well, I know that I am. And Kelli has been without a boyfriend for a while ...
(As an aside and for completeness, John was wasting no energy pondering his amazingly good fortune. Boobs were boobs, and nipples [especially stiff nipples] were the cherries on top, and he had no problem if his it was his sister's breasts and nipples, his Mother tits and nips, or Mother Therea's ... well no, not those! But he was not about to not look a gift boob in the mouth [now there's a thought] no matter who owned it or what her ulterior motives might be! He was loving the moment and taking in all the nipple and boob views he could; who knew if it would ever happen again? Now back to Marie's reverie.)
But John needs some guidance in how to treat women, how to break the ice, how to make women feel respected, how to develop a long lasting relationship. And, not least, how to please a woman once he manages to get past first base. Well, my experience with lasting relationships is not the best example, but I can draw on what I've learned from our friends, at least. Plus, I know how to please myself, she thought, as her nipples pulsed once again, and that should count for something.
Aloud, after the spread of bikini transparency had concluded, she said, "I am so sorry, John! Here you were, growing up without a father to give you any advice, and I was too wrapped up in my work to realize you were floundering in the love department. It must have been very hard for you," she concluded, as her eyes were drawn to the subtle, pixilated motion of John's left hand on the lower edge of his trunks. Dang, I wish this glass were clear and not wavy, she thought ruefully.
John reluctantly tore his eyes away from his sister's nipples, then deftly swept past his Mom's underboob and areola display to look her squarely in the eye (for once). When he caught sight of the direction of Marie's gaze, though, he startled and quickly reached for his drink - with his left hand. He gave her boobs another quick survey, then looked back up to find her eyes locked on his.
"That's okay, Mom, I know how important your job is to you, and it is very nice to know that I won't have to put myself through college. Plus, I've got a feeling that my love life might be improving." Now why did I say that! Yes, I was thinking about Kelli, but...
Kelli, feeling neglected again, threw her shoulders back and was pleased to see that this maneuver led, she suspected, to the top edges of both nipples now actually being clear of the bikini cups; the fabric now had only a tentative hold on barely half a nipple. Using her most sultry voice she tried to put her brother on the spot by asking, "What makes you think that, big boy?"
"Well, ... um ..." John struggled for a response that didn't involve screwing Kelli's brains out, then clicked on a plausible response. "You see, there's this girl at the club who's been asking me for some private tennis lessons ..."
"Oh? But I thought the club didn't allow that," countered Kelli.
"That's true, that's true," replied John giving up all pretense of making eye contact as his eyes did their best to push aside the last bit of cloth covering the ends of Kelli's nipples. "But, ... well, I think she said her parents would be away next weekend and they have a private tennis court ..." John left the thought unfinished as he fought to maintain a coherent line of thought while his eyes bored into his sister's boobs and his mind pondered, with some fear, the upcoming "private lesson."
Marie, meanwhile, saw the precarious coverage of Kelli's nips and decided it was time to up the ante. She took a big swallow of her drink for courage. The play might not work, but, nothing ventured ...
Reaching up with both hands, Marie removed the hair band that held her pony tail in place. Conversationally, she interjected, "Does this girl have a name, John?"
Her son reluctantly turned away from Kelli, only to find that, as Marie was fussing with her hair, "perhaps" using exaggerated motions, the underside of her bikini cups was clearly losing the battle with nipple containment. To make the battle even more lopsided, Marie was shifting her shoulders around while working on her hair, causing her heavy breasts to bob left and right, up and down.
"Um ..." John fought to find some words even as his dick made another run for the open air down the loose legs of his swim trunks. "Um ..." Dang! Her left nipple just popped out! Should I tell her? Oh, Christ, now her right nip as well!! "Uh, ... her name is Brandi. Brandi Smith," he finally managed.
"Over on Clubhouse Way?" replied Marie, who had barely managed to avoid reacting with a whole body shiver to the release of her nipples, which she felt so keenly, not only from the nips themselves, but all through her now overheated body. It was sooo hot knowing that her son was devouring her naked nipples with his eyes, while she pretended to have no clue. "I think I know her folks - nice people."
Just then, Marie's cell went off, with a ringtone that signaled the office. "Damn," she said aloud, while internally she was using even stronger language. She wasn't sure how the afternoon might have played out, but she'd been enjoying teasing her son, reveling in the attention her boobs and nipples were getting, and trying to figure out how to isolate his attentions away from her vixen of a daughter.
The half of the conversation that the siblings heard was clipped and curt. "You're kidding. ... Really? ... Crap! ... Well, that's a kick in the teeth on a lovely afternoon ... Alright, I'm on my way in." With that, she clicked off and turned to her kids. Though her nips were still waving around in the open air, they were thoroughly deflated, and her face betrayed the darkness of her mood.
"Sorry, John, Kelli, but this time it's clear I'm gone for the rest of the afternoon - probably past dinner. You should be able to get by with leftovers, or order pizza if you want."
John was definitely the more disappointed of the two. He had really been getting off on watching his Mom's swaying underboob, her crinkly areolas, and for the last few minutes, her stiff, naked nipples. Kelli, on the other hand, saw the door opening to another screwing from her brother - this time with no danger of interruption. Her nips stiffened further in anticipation.
"Jeez, Mom, what a bitch!" she said with feeling. "I sure hope this case comes to a real end soon, Mom. But don't worry about us, we'll be fine."
As Marie hurried into the house, John and Kelli exchanged glances - eye to eye this time. "Back to her window?" John suggested.
"For sure. But we'll have to be more careful. She's in a rush, and you know she'll swoop out to kiss us goodbye." As they hurried to the window, she added, "Probably best to leave our suits on - but you could certainly pull that big dick of yours out and slide it between my thighs."
As they took up their old voyeuing position, Kelli pulled the inside edges of her bikini top fully to the side of her swelling boobs and gave her nips a quick tug. Then, as John, pulled the swim trunk leg up and freed his cock and balls, Kelli leaned over, once again supporting her weight on the window sill with her left hand. As John positioned his dick between Kelli's legs, she sighed, "Oh, god, I want you in my pussy! Wait a minute - let me pull the bottom of this suit down a bit, then maybe I can slip it off to the side enough for you to ... oh, yes, that is so good! Does my suit chafe too much?"
"It does a little, but it is sooo worth it! Shhh - there she is. Damn," John concluded, as he reached forward to grab Kelli's hanging boobs. "You got that right," agreed Kelli, using her free hand to bring one of Johns up to her throbbing right nipple.
While John and Kelli had been getting positioned for pistoning and voyeuing, Marie had been in the bathroom removing her bikini and peeing. As she hung the suit to further dry, she caught sight of her swaying boobs in the mirror. Her nipples were no longer stiff. But, as aggravated as she was, she could not help admiring her generous breasts.
She brushed her damp hair and pulled it into a pony tail, all the while watching in the mirror at how these activities caused her tits to wobble, lift, and jostle each other. The afternoon of boob and nipple display, both hers and Kelli's, and the quick peeks at John's big dick began to once again take over her consciousness, edging out the office task.
Dammit, she thought, I didn't really have a good plan for getting John into my pants, but I'm sure I would have worked something out. She cupped her boobs, and that was enough for her nipples to start swelling again. I wonder what his mouth would feel like on my tits. He sure was watching them intently. At least when I could distract him from Kelli's nips!
Losing herself in the moment, she watched in the mirror as she raised her right breast to her mouth and sucked the expanding nipple between her warm lips. The heat from her mouth was amplified tenfold by her nip and spread quickly through her body, refocusing itself on her pussy.
"Crap," she said aloud, as her rational brain interrupted the nipple loving. "I've got to get this office trip over, then I can work on a plan to properly seduce my son." Naked, and with boobs bounding, she hurried into her bedroom.
"Would you look her right nipple," whispered John. "It's crinkled up all the way through her areola - and it looks wet!" He had to pause his hip motion while a wave of contractions coursed down his cock.
"I can tell you like that a lot," Kelli whispered as she felt her pussy pulse in reaction to John's dick.
"You got that right. I can only guess that she was washing her nipple in the bathroom - with her tongue! That's a sight I'd have loved to see in person - so hot!"
Using her free hand to squeeze John's fingers more tightly to her own right nipple and heavily hanging boob, Kelli made a mental note of John's desire to see a nipple being sucked into a mouth. Preferably, her nipple and her mouth!
Inside, Marie looked at the office clothes she'd worn before, still lying on the bed. Well, she thought, let's just pull them on - it'll be faster than digging out a new outfit.
She picked up the panties, gave them a look, then dropped them on the floor. If I can't be here with John, at least I can privately enjoy my state of undress at the office, she rationalized.
"Whoa, that is hot," John commented, gingerly resuming the reaming of his sopping sister. Kelli made another mental note and gave John's dick a good squeeze with her pussy muscles.
Marie did not even pause when she picked up the half cup bra. She had to wear a bra, but it needn't be a modest one. Putting the cups in back, she looked down between her swelling boobs to fasten the clasp. As she did, she allowed herself to feel the heft and softness of her tits as they rubbed against the backs of her hands.
As the siblings watched, Marie swiveled the bra around to get the cups to the front, again relishing the feel of her tits as they rubbed on her hands. Wriggling her arms through the straps caused more boob motion, which had John mesmerized.
"Um - lover boy? Did you forget that you've got my boobs in your hands right here? Let's not have you stalling out on the nipple play, please."
"Sorry," John managed, as he resumed a gentle twist and pull of those turgid nubbins.
Marie leaned over, lifting her heavy boobs into the cups (well, at least as far as much as would fit); she paused to look at the reflection of her breasts in the mirror. With minor adjustments, she had both nipples fully, but just barely, over the lacey fabric, with the areolas display at just over half of their fullness. "I bet John would go crazy over a chance to see my nips like this," she whispered, giving each of them a quick brush with her fingers.
"Oh, crap," John whispered hoarsely. "Slow down for a second, Kelli. Jesus is that hot!" Kelli, made another mental note, but couldn't resist pressing John's hand more deeply into the mound of her right boob.
Marie next slid the skirt up over her shapely and very naked tush, then reached for the blouse. Once it was buttoned, she tucked it tightly into the skirt, checking out the shadows of her nipples as they shown through the thin material, pressing out into two very distinct points. She opted to undo the top two buttons - at least until she got to the office. As she reached for her jacket, which she lay across one arm (the car would be way too hot) and searched for her shoes, John said, "well, show's over."
"One more hard thrust and one more pull on my nips John - for now. Oh, I can't wait 'til she's down the drive!"
"Crap - I can't get my swim suit down over my dick!" John whispered loudly as they hurried back to the table.
"Tough luck, John," Kelli giggled, as she bounced back to her chair, "but I'm guessing that Mom might not really mind!" She waited until she was seated before giving her nipples another squeeze, then reluctantly put them back in hiding.
"This is no joke!" moaned John. "Maybe if I sit down ... whoa, just barely got it. But I'm sitting down for Mom's kiss."
Just then, Marie opened the patio door and strode quickly to the table, boobs bouncing deliciously with her purposeful pace. While she mostly looked prim and proper, all three took secret delight in knowing about the missing panties, about the way her nipples were on display over the bra cups, and about how visible her nips were in the afternoon sun through the thin blouse.
"Well, you don't know how sorry I am to leave, children," really sorry, she said to herself, "but this truly will be over in a few days. Love you guys, and behave yourselves, okay?" This was her standard line when leaving them, but now more than ever, she had some doubts about where their behaviors might wander. Well, I'll work to see that my chance comes too, she thought.
"Love you, Mom," they both said in turn as she kissed them. Marie puzzled a bit about John's not standing up, but said nothing. Then, looking at the fat barrel of cock running down his swim trunks, she smiled inwardly and understood; Kelli must have been teasing him with her stiff nipples again (did those nips every go down?). But realizing the possible advantages to the situation, she lingered after the kiss to give him a fairly long shoulder hug, knowing that he'd likely have a nice view down her blouse - plus she'd get a sidelong view of John's dick as its length ran down the side of his trunks.
Marie hunched over more than she needed to for the hug, causing her blouse to balloon way out. And, as planned, John had a great view into the valley of Marie's amazing boobs, with both nipples pointing straight down, in fabulous silhouette, and, of course, fully over the top of the bra cups. Marie smiled to herself as she saw John's long, hard dick twitch in response to the nipple display.
And yes, there was the tip of his dick, just visible at the end of his trunks. And it appeared to be glistening - precum, she guessed. Anyway, nipple display mission accomplished, she smiled to herself as she stifled a reaction to the clenching she felt in her pussy. "Love you, John," she whispered a second time.
With that, she straightened and marched through the gate and to her car.
As the siblings heard Marie's car backing down the drive, Kelli once again had her bikini top pulled to the side, baring her contracting nipples. As John watched with growing dick, she licked her fingers and began twisting her nipples. "Okay, John," Kelli simpered, "your room or mine? Of maybe the kitchen table?"
"You have no idea how good any of those options sound to me," John started.
"Oh, I think I have a quite a good idea," Kelli interjected, licking her lips as she eyed the head of John's cock as it edged further out of his trunks.
"But first, believe it or not, the idea of watching you do your after school masturbation ritual really has me hot. Remember, I mentioned that when we were watching Mom the first time."
"Interesting," Kelli mewed, as she let her nipples pop free from between her fingers while quickly rubbing her thighs together as her clit was electrified. "You really want to be outside, not in my room while I get off?"
"Yeah - at least this time. It has really turned me on so much to watch you, and, well, now Mom, through the window that I'd like to do it that way this time, too."
"Wait - you're not going to come on my window sill again, are you? 'Cause right now, I'm really looking forward to another womb washing from that big dick of yours."
"Oh, no - I'll hold off." If I can, he added mentally. "I really want to come in your tight pussy again, too. But when you put on your show, pretend you don't know that I'm watching. Or, at least, never look out your window."
Kelli was warming to this idea quickly, and in more ways than one. Exhibitionism might be her next major turn on. "So, I come into the room in just my nipple bra and ..."
"Actually, could you start off dressed like you were in school? And then work your way down to ... um ... completely naked?"
"Okay, you watch through the window while I start like I was dressed for school, but wearing my special nipple bra of course, then I give myself a few of my patented nipple orgasms, strip - but I never acknowledge that you exist?"
"Um, yeah, that sounds like what I have in mind. I think watching strip, piece by piece, with more nipple orgasms along the way would be so hot," John replied, while slowly stroking his cock through his swim trunks.
"Well, okay," said Kelli, with mock reluctance, "but I get to watch you stroke your dick later on."
"Well, I guess that's fair," said John, "but could I do it while I'm looking at you, um, like naked?"
"Seems like there's not much you haven't already seen," Kelli answered, still toying with her nipples. "I guess that's alright," again feigning reluctance. The more "favors" I grant him, the more I can ask in return, she figured. "Wait at the window while I change in the bathroom. Then it will be just like I was getting home from school."
"Okay. But remember, no peeking in my direction."
"Got it. But give me two minutes before you move to the window."
"Wait - so how long am I watching? When do I get to bury my big hard cock in your throbbing pussy?"
"Oh, John! What a mouth you've developed!"
"Sorry, it's just these books I've been..."
"No worries, lover boy. I might like you talking dirty to me. Okay, here's the deal," she continued after mulling it over. "I think 10 orgasms was my max in English class. I'll count them down, and when I hit 11, I'll signal you to come in. In a manner of speaking."
"Wow! I'm not sure I can hold out for all that, but you've got a deal!"
"Cool!"
Kelli was inside in a flash, her boobs swaying, her nipples throbbing in anticipation, and her pussy getting even wetter. First, she turned the AC warmer - she didn't want that noise interfering with her plan. Next, she went to her bedroom window and opened it three inches. John, of course, was already there, gazing in rapture at his sister's tits.
"How is this relationship going to work if you don't follow my instructions," she mock scolded.
"Sorry, Sis, I'll be good. But I just couldn't wait."
With that, she turned away, deliberately wiggling her basically naked tush. Next, she fished out an old cheerleading skirt, a tight, largely shear blouse, and her magic nipple bra. She lay these on the bed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that John was watching intently - but from here on out, she'd keep her word and not look his way. Remembering that he'd been turned on when he'd seen that both she (in the AM) and Mom (moments ago), had gone commando she never even paused at her panty drawer.
To get things started, she first stripped off her tiny bikini top and bottom, then cupped her tits and gave each stiff nipple a good, long tug. Oh, this is going to be fun! John was slowly stroking his dick, reminding himself that the real show had not even started. He'd need to watch his explosion threshold carefully - very carefully.
Kelli scooped up the clothes and hurried to the bathroom, her boobs jiggling wildly, stiff nipples throbbing, but focusing her gaze on the bathroom door, not on her hot brother. Her bathroom was right off her bedroom and on the outer wall of the house, so John had a great view of her tits, nips, and pussy as she hurried by. John stroked faster.
Kelli laid her clothes down and checked herself out in the mirror. She was beside herself with excitement! She had never (at least to her certain knowledge) been watched while she masturbated, and while showing off for John outside had been awesome, this charade was taking it to another level. As she examined her nipples, she was amazed to see that even the breast flesh outside her areolas was crinkling up, such was her level of excitement.
She lifted her breasts while pinching her nipples, but, as exciting as it always was for her to watch her own nipple play, she was anxious to get to the main event. "Are you ready, nips?" she whispered, "It's show time!"
She started with the nipple bra. As she fitted her boobs into the now somewhat tight bra (might she now be a DD?), she made sure that her right nipple was perfectly aligned with the hole in the cup. She pulled on it hard, forcing a good part of her areola through as well. God, was she getting wet. And yes, her upper boobs were definitely pushing over the tops of the cups. DD it must be.
She pulled the short skirt up over her bare tush, then quickly donned the blouse, buttoning it up all the way. She gave her nipple a quick rub, then had to control her pace as she walked back into the bedroom.
As luck would have it [hey, it's my story!], Kelli's mirrored closet doors extended to the outside wall of the house, right next to the window. Kelli paused as she neared the window to appraise her full length reflection. John began slowly stroking again.
She rose up on one toe and gave herself a twirl as she swiveled her head to watch her reflection. The short skirt performed as she had hoped, flaring out to show off her naked tush and glistening pussy. John inhaled deeply and paused the action on his dick. He did love knowing she was commando!
"Oh, that was fun, but I want to see my pussy all the time," Kelli said in a normal voice - a voice that easily escaped through the window to John's wondering ears. John thought that maybe the skirt was already coming off, but instead, Kelli pulled the waistband up to her belly button, easily revealing her very feminine lady parts and the lower half of the well rounded cheeks of her ass. "Much better," Kelli intoned, giving her clit a quick rub.
A muffled, "Unnh" reached her through the screen as John reached a threshold he had to carefully back away from; his right hand was momentarily stilled. Kelli smiled, though John would never have noticed.
"But you know, this skirt is just too high up on my belly." With that, Kelli pulled the skirt back down to her hip bones, then carefully rolled up the bottom and folded it under the waist band. "Ohhh, now that's much better!" she enthused, turning left and right to admire the reflected image of her now fully naked ass and very moist pussy. John, of course, was getting visual whiplash as his eyes darted from vision in the mirror to that presented in real life through the window. His sister was sooo hot!
"But now, I need to remember my English class and how I escaped the boredom of those tedious lectures," she murmured, just loud enough for John to hear. With that, Kelli stared into the mirror and very slowly undid two button on her blouse - the ones just above and just below her boobs. The top button stayed done.
Kelli was pleased to note that the sun was now on the pool side of the house; also, it was low enough in the sky that it came slashing in just above boob level. She (and John) was really going to enjoy this.
Pulling open the gap in her blouse and pulling the fabric away from her body, she looked in from the side and spied her right nipple, stiff as can be, pointing out of the hole in the nipple bra. With just a bit of rotation or her torso, the rays of the sun found her nip. Another intake of breath from outside.
"Oh, there you are, my precious nip! I've waited the whole school day to be truly alone with you. Except, of course, for the 29 other drudges in this English class." With that, Kelli slid four fingers into the gap and looked back in the mirror. Knowing that John could no longer see the action, she narrated for him.
"Remember, my precious nipple, we start slow. First, the bare flesh of my lower rib cage. Ah, there's the underwire, that means, yes, the base of my mammoth boob starts there, going straight out. Oh, it is sooo big! Remember, Kelli, eyes on the teacher.
"Oh - now I've got all four fingers massaging my warm, firm underboob, and still, my nipple is further out!" Another muffled intake of air as John once again fought for control.
"Oh, is Agnes turning around to look at me? Must keep quiet. Quick eye contact with her, then back to teacher. Ah, alone with my bosom and my nipple-in-waiting again. Don't get nervous, my precious nip, I'll get to you. But first, I need to massage my glorious boob! It is so soft, but firm and heavy at the same time. This bra is so silky - almost as pleasant to touch as my bare breast. And you know how I love to play with my big, wobbly naked bosoms!
"Oh - what is that? Is that the edge of the opening where you've been waiting? I bet you're very stiff, aren't you? And once I touch you, my precious nipple, you're going to make me come, just like yesterday. And the day before that. And - oh, I just love how you make my pussy so wet - and I haven't even touched you yet! But I can feel you throbbing in anticipation. A delicious private nipple orgasm - in English class! - and no one in the world but you and me to know, my precious nip."
The fact that John was no more than three feet away had nearly caused Kelli to lose focus and just jump to her ragingly hard nipple. But the buildup paid off when her index finger finally did reach her nipple.
"Okay, here we go - finger to the nipple and ... Oh, oh my god! My precious nipple - you're making me come so hard! This is so hot! Ohhhh... Mmmm ...Dang!" Kelli exclaimed, forgetting completely to script her commentary. With her knees buckling, she staggered back to the bed and sat down as one of her most powerful nipple orgasms yet swept over her. John felt spasms welling in his prick, and uttered his own low moan, barely managing to hold back.
Despite the power of her nipple orgasm, Kelli regained her sense of purpose (tormenting John) and managed to stagger to the side of the bed facing the window. With her legs slightly splayed, John had a front row seat, with a view up Kelli's glistening pussy, passed the rolled up skirt, to the underside of her tight, translucent blouse. When Kelli got some control back, she pulled the blouse down slightly, and sure enough, John was able to make out her stiff right nipple poking through the material. Her boobs rose and fell in pace with Kelli's rapid breathing. He saw her lift up one finger on her right hand to signal her first nipple orgasm.
When she was able to stand again, she did a little turn in front of the mirror. Pussy juice was running down her legs. "Oh, you are such an amazing nip, my precious! Another private orgasm in English class, and such a strong one! Do you think you could give me another? You do? Alright, then.
"Let's keep going with one finger," Kelli said, "but I'm going to use my other three to massage my warm, pliant boob while I get ready. Alright ... ohhh," said Kelli, as she clenched her thighs together and felt a mini-orgasm triggered by the resumption of finger to nipple contact. "You naughty girl, you need to give me some more time." Kelli lifted two fingers this time.
John watched in disbelief. He could not comprehend how this day was going - there were so many firsts! First, the underboob and nipple flashes in the den, Kelli's nips coming into view as she wet her suit, the feeling of having his stiff rod slide soooo easily into his sister's well lubricated pussy, feeling her boobs, then licking and nipping at her nipples, the way Kelli had casually talked to their Mom all the while caressing his stiff dick with her pussy muscles, watching Mom's nipple orgasm through the window while he and Kelli came so amazingly hard right outside, the seeming "battle of the nips" as the two women vied for his attention at the table (he would have to ponder what his Mom's intentions were - but later), and now this - watching and listening to his sister as she gave herself nipple orgasms while he "spied" through her window. Amazing!
"Um ... okay, back in class, back in control, mostly. Now, I'm going for the delayed, one-finger nipple orgasm. Oh, you are so stiff! But my finger is stronger. I'm going to bend you down until you pop up on the other side ... ohhh, you've got me so hot! Me and my precious nip, just a layer of cloth between you and this English class, while I ride my index finger back up over you. You feel sooo good on my finger tip. Unhhh! When you pop free from under my finger, I can feel the end of you rub the side of my finger." From outside, John continued to rub his rigid tool, moaning softly himself and fighting for control.
"Oh, you are so impatient, my precious nipple. You want it now? Well, why not? No one's looking. I'm going to flick you up and down, my nip, faster and faster. You like that, don't you? Oh, my glorious nipple, you are so stiff! You're making my pussy get all damp, you know. Alright, faster ... faster ... faster ... Oh, my god! Mmmmmmm ... You naughty nipple, you nearly made me fall over!" Kelly held up three fingers while John only just managed to hold on, once more.
"What's that, right nipple? I think I hear my left nip calling me; seems it's jealous of you getting all of the attention. Shall we let her free, too, right nipple? Oh, good, I was hoping you'd agree. Guess it's time to take off this bra." With that, Kelli pulled off the famous Flashdance maneuver, first undoing the snaps of her bra, then slipping the shoulder straps out of her sleeves and over her wrists, then reaching up under her blouse to slip the deflated garment out from under.
John had never seen anything like it. "Holy crap - that was amazing," he muttered under his breath - but just loud enough for Kelli to hear, causing her to smile.
Inside, Kelli proceeded with her narration. "Oh, that's so much better! Shall we shake out the creases, girls?" With that, Kelli turned a bit toward the window and gave her now cupless D (DD?) cup tits a shake. "Oh, that does feel nice, letting my girls move free. How are you now, left nipple? Getting nice and stiff after rubbing against my blouse? I'm not sure I believe you - let's get a better look."
With that, Kelli pulled her blouse down so it was tight - but not too tight - against her swelling bosoms. Getting the light just right, she went on, "Well, I guess you are tenting out this flimsy blouse. Oh, and I can see your color showing through just fine. And I bet you're just ready and waiting to give me your own nipple orgasm. Am I right, left nip?
"Alright, then, let's see how sensitive you are through the blouse." With that, Kelli pulled the blouse down with her left hand so that her throbbing nubbin could be seen tenting the cloth. "Oh, you look so ready for loving! Here, let's rub you around a bit. Mmmm, that does feel nice. But I do love to see you and touch you with my finger directly. It's a good thing we're in the restroom now so I can unbutton this blouse!"
Kelli's fingers flew down the length of the closure, then she pulled the fabric back to again reveal her naked tits to John's hungry eyes, which were immediately riveted to the very stiff nipples now on display.
"Oh, I'm so glad we're alone, with no one knowing how I'm going to play with you, left nipple, until I come again. Oh, bosom, you are so full and soft - and your tip is so hard and crinkled! Let's just pull out on that nipple until it slips away. I do love to watch my fingers tugging you out ... and out ... and ... Ohhhhhh, damn! That didn't take long!" Kelli exclaimed as the nipple slipped from her grasp; she held up four fingers and clenched her legs together.
John didn't really need the narration, since he could see both boobs and their stiff nipples, but he found that it added to the eroticism of the experience, to hear Kelli talking to her nips. He sucked in his breath as he felt the contractions in his dick, a huge load of sperm begging for full release. He fended them off again.
"What's that, nipples? You want to tease Mr. Gordon? Well, he is pretty hot for a 30 something. A downblouse flash? And maybe upblouse, too? Well, it's a good thing I brought this oversized blouse along isn't it?" Kelli shrugged off the button up blouse, then cupped her now fully naked tits while pinching both nipples - hard. "Ohhhh ... dang, you made me come again just planning this next tease!" Five fingers.
"Alright, now where is that blouse for Mr. Gordon," Kelli whispered, rummaging through her drawers, boobs swaying to and fro. John loved it when one or both nipples lined up in silhouette. "Ah - here we go." As Kelli slipped it over her head, her boobs lifting as she raised her arms, John began to salivate at the possibilities. First, it was sleeveless, and the armholes were cut nearly to her waist. Next, the scoop neck was cut deep and wide. Beyond that, the lower edge of the blouse only just barely reached past her pussy. And lastly, when Kelli pulled out the bottom edge (coincidentally revealing the side of Kelli's left boob nearly to her nipple), it was clear that there was a lot of excess fabric."Oh, Mr. Gordon, it's so nice of you to see me after school. And I do hope you like what you see!" Kelli intoned as she put her arms on the edge of a chair she had moved in front of the full length mirror. She then leaned forward, causing the whole front of the blouse to billow out and down.
John could now see both of her boobs through the armhole, nipples and all, as they hung down in dramatic fashion away from her body. His eyes traced the deep, round curves of her under boobs - so delicious! - then the upper portion of her left tit (the upper slope of her right boob was hidden), and then the gentle rise or her areolas, in perfect profile, capped with those awesomely stiff nipples. God, she has amazing tits, John thought, and I love that I can see both nipples at once, perched right at the ends of her boobs!
With a quick glance in the mirror, Kelli adjusted her position slightly so that she was looking at John directly in the mirror. "Can you see down my blouse, Mr. Gordon?" Kelli asked, then paused. "I need to know, Mr. Gordon - can you see my double D tits down this big, scoop neck? ... I didn't hear that, Mr. G - can you see my big, swollen tits and my aching nipples?"
John finally caught on, checked out the view in the mirror, and, clearing his throat, managed, "Why yes, Miss Kelli, I can see both of you breasts, all the way to your nipples. They are quite stiff, I must say." John continued a slow and careful massage of his dick; he was counting on spewing his seed deep in his sister cunt, but he was so on edge that he had to be really careful to not erupt on the wall under her window. Again.
"Why, thank you, Mr. Gordon. I do like it when my nipples are stiff. But see, I've been wondering, since you're the science teacher - is there a way to measure how big my boobs get when I'm excited like this? They feel so swollen. Well, of course my nipples are erect - but do my boobs actually engorge as well?"
"Well, let's see, I need a moment to consider ... how to measure the volume of your breasts," John managed, while trying to think of something other than how much he was enjoying just looking at Kelli's dangling boobs. After a moment, he managed, "Now, if your boobs weren't so wonderfully large, I might have tired sucking them into my mouth which is very finely calibrated to evaluating boobs up to a B cup, but that is clearly out of the question. Yes, your boobs are much too big for that, although, it might be worth a try. Then there are methods such as water displacement, of course, but that gets a bit messy, then I suppose there would be three D imaging, ..."
"That's okay, Mr. G., I guess I can just trust how they feel. Yes, let's try that. Do my boobs feel fuller to me? I'll just reach up from underneath and ..." John watched in the mirror as two hands appeared from under the wide opening at the base of Kelli's blouse. It was quite erotic, looking down his sister's blouse and seeing her delicate but strangely disembodied hands reaching up toward those magnificent mammaries.
Then John remembered that, in addition to the mirror, he could look at Kelli's tits through the armhole as well. It billowed widely, and, with Kelli's shift in position he could no longer see her right boob through the armhole, but he still had a good view of Kelli's left tit, its very stiff nipple, and her left arm moving up from the bottom of the blouse. John's eyes flitted back and forth from the mirror to straight line of sight while his right hand kept up the slow, steady massage of his bursting cock.
As he watched, Kelli's hands closed on the undersides of her boobs, lifting them and pushing them together. "Mmmm - my breasts certainly do feel large and firm, and maybe larger than when I'm not aroused. Then again, I only have to think of touching my boobs and my nips come to attention and my breasts seem to swell. I do so love to touch my big swollen tits while you watch me, Mr. G., and ... Oh! Ungghh... I'm sorry, Mr. G. ... I, uh ... I guess I touched my nipples by mistake, and those naughty nips just shot some electricity straight to my brain and my quivering pussy muscles. I do so love touching my nipples, Mr. G., I hope you don't mind." Kelli kept on kneading her stiff nubbins as her nipple orgasm slowly waned. She did not bother signaling, but that was nipple orgasm six.
John, who had sucked in his breath and fought off his own orgasm one more time, slowly managed to reply, "No, no, Miss Kelli. This a fascinating study in human anatomy and the physiology of arousal. Please, please, feel free to continue touching your nipples. And if you have another nipple orgasm, well, I guess that's two more data points!" Kelli obliged. Her nips just never got enough!
Finally, after another nipple-induced convulsion, Kelli straightened up and held up seven fingers. John, once again slowly stroking his dick, wondered what might come next - hoping it wasn't him just yet. Was she really going to go for 10? Could he last that long?
As if in at least partial answer, Kelli started down a new avenue. "You know, Mr. G., I've had this itchy spot on my chest. It might be on my rib cage, but with my boobs as big as they are, I have trouble seeing it. Do you think you could tell me what it is?"
After a brief pause while John reminded himself of his role, he replied, "Well, certainly, Miss Kelli, let's see what's going on."
What followed is what John would later learn was called a "titty drop." Kelli grabbed the bottom of the shirt, then held it tight to her tummy, quickly raising it to the underside of her boobs. "You see, Mr. G, my breasts are just so big that I can't see my rib cage below my tits. I think the spot is under my left boob. Do you see anything?"
"Um ... well, no, Miss Kelli, just a very taught set of abs," John replied.
"Okay, well maybe it's a little higher." With that, Kelli raised the hem of the shirt higher still, starting to expose her vast expanse of her underboobage. But by keeping the shirt taught, she managed to raise her boobs higher and higher while exposing only more and more of the underside of her tits. "Anything now?"
"Well, I must say, that's a lot of underboob, but I don't see anything other than the swell of your very full breasts. Are they still feeling engorged? Are your nipples still stiff? I can't see them quite yet," John questioned.
"Oh, my word, yes, Mr. G.! My boobs feel very swollen and my nipples are about to burst. But let me pull this blouse up a little higher. I do want your opinion," Kelli intoned dreamily.
"Ah, well there's - um, no, it appears that I'm now seeing the lower half of your areolas; and I must say, they do appear to be wrinkled up. Is that normal for you?"
"Well, Mr. G., I must admit that I do love playing with my nipples, and I have noticed that when my precious nips are very, very stiff, like they are now, my areolas do crinkle as well. So, I guess that's normal. Well, normal for a girl in love with her nipples, anyway! Maybe I should pull this shirt up a bit more ..." And with that, Kelli's boobs tumbled out of the shirt, and, with her nipples, as reference points, dropped several inches and bounced three or four times. But in the boob-release process, the fabric had rubbed hard across Kelli's nipples as her boobs slipped down, and Kelli convulsed with yet another nipple orgasm!
"Ohhhh... Mr. G.! My nipples just set me off again! Silly me! I guess the itch was actually right here, in my nipples - imagine that!" Kelli raised eight fingers, then cupped her now naked breasts, jiggling them and pushing her luscious pillows together as the ends of her fingers tweaked her stiff nubbins.
John sucked in his breath, narrowly escaping spilling his seed and whispered, out of character, "That was amazing!"
"You liked that, Mr. G.? Me too. But, while I wanted to play with my nipples for you some more, and maybe let you look up my blouse at my big, hanging titties, I think I really want you to send in - John - now! I need him to fill up my pussy, which is very, very wet but feeling too empty. Could you do that for me?"
"Right away, Miss, Kelli!" replied John, making a dash for the door, his magic wand waving wildly.
When John burst into Kelli's room, he paused for a moment to take in the scene. Kelli was flat on her bed, legs spread, her dripping pussy staring at him, and eyes glazed over as she cupped her oversized boobs and played with her stiff nipples. "I can't wait any longer, John, let me have that big tool of yours back in my pussy where it belongs!"
But the sight of his sister displaying her pussy and playing with erect nipples nearly had John fountaining on Kelli's belly before he even reached the edge of the bed. He breathed in sharply, then panted for a few seconds while frozen in place, barely able to keep watching Kelli's nipple massage. But he managed.
"God, Kelli, I so loved watching you through the window as you gave yourself nipple orgasm after nipple orgasm, and you look even hotter now - but I think I'll probably come in two seconds if I start to fuck you. Maybe we could wait for a bit. How about I kiss your boobs and nipples some more - I barely had any time in the pool."
"Well, I don't expect that kissing my nipples will calm you down at all, but I was counting on you loving my boobs one way or the other, so have at 'em."
John lay down on his side next to his sister with his head at boob level. Kelli, in turn, rolled onto her side, propping her head up with her right arm. "You know, you are a very handsome dude, lover boy," she said with a smile.
"And you are the hottest sister I can imagine having!" John replied. There, in John's face, were the mammoth bulges of Kelli's tits, cleavage running from near her chin down close to the end of her rib cage. And her areolas and protruding nipples were like magnets, pulling him in. John moved his hands up to cradle Kelli's pillowy mounds, squeezing her breasts gently as his face was drawn into the center of her swelling boobage.
"You don't know how long I've been wanting to bury my head in your bosoms," John whispered as he dove into Kelli's cleavage, reveling in the soft fullness of those fleshy mounds as they brushed against his cheeks. "I've been drooling over these big tits of yours for a long, long time."
"I guess I just needed to dump that dick Dick to see the opportunities right under my own roof," Kelli sighed, reaching down to touch John's rigid, pulsing member.
"Better lay off, Sis, or this will be over far too soon," John managed from within the folds of Kelli's bosoms before starting to kiss, lick, and nibble her succulent breast flesh in earnest.
"If you insist," Kelli sighed, moving her left hand instead to her own love button, giving it a slow massage.
John was savoring the moment, working his way from the middle of Kelli's delightfully suffocating cleavage down and out until he could breathe free again while moving his ministrations to the underside of Kelli's left tit.
"Ohhhh, that feels soo good John. And you never touched another girl's bare tits before mine?"
"Nnnpp" John managed, not wanting to lose a moment of mouth to boob contact.
"Well, I guess you've got good instincts. I can't wait to see what you do with my nipple. Or rather, my nipples - I do hope they get equal treatment!"
"Cownonid" emerged from around John's tongue, which continue to swirl around the base of Kelli's left breast in between kisses and gentle nips with his teeth. John was in heaven!
With a flash of inspiration, John whispered, "Are you ready for me to love up you nipples, Sis?"
"Oh, far more than ready! I feel like my body is a powder keg, with twin fuses at the end of my bosoms!," Kelli replied as she stared down at John's eyes, framed as they were between bountiful curves of her tits and the twin pillars of her throbbing nipples.
"Alright, but I had an idea. Close your eyes for a few minutes, okay?"
"But I like watching what you're doing to my big boobs," Kelli mock protested.
"Trust me - I think you'll like it."
"As you wish, Master," Kelli sighed, shutting off the erotic vision of John's tongue, which was now circling just below the edge of her left areola.
With that, John pulled his head back an inch, took a deep breath, positioned his wide open mouth just millimeters from Kelli's left nipple, and slowly exhaled. With one of her senses, sight, removed from the equation, Kelli's mind had been focusing solely on the impulses coming from the skin on her breasts and nipples (and, of course, from the slow clit-rub that she had kept up). She had been expecting a nipple kiss, a lick, even a gentle bite - but not this hot, wet breeze on her anxious nipple. The surprise and her concentration on touch served to magnify the effect beyond what she could have imagined.
Kelli's eyes flew open and she cried out, "Oh, my god! Unnnggghh! Ohhhh - wow! You just gave me a nipple orgasm without even touching my nipple!" But Kelli, who had been waiting far too long to feel John's mouth on her aching nipple, gave up her clit massage to pull John's head forcefully down on her left nipple. "Suck my nipple, John! Oh, yes! Right. Suck my nipple, suck my nip harder ... mmm. Keep them coming, lover boy, keep those nipple orgasms coming! That's right, more of that!" Kelli, now convinced that John would not leave her hungry nip, went back to rubbing her clit.
The "more of that" that Kelli had requested was sucking Kelli's nipple in between his slightly parted teeth, giving the edges of her nipple a light scraping, then holding the suction while he rubbed the end of her nipple frantically with his tongue. Then he used his tongue to push her nip back out so that only his lips were holding on to her nipple, then he repeated the nipple suction. Kelli was right. His dick was not calming down, but he preferred staying high and untouched; he had doubts about penetrating her and lasting more than two seconds in her wet, clinging, convulsing cunt. But so long as he got to continue loving his sister's nipples he was happy and hard.
Speaking of nipples in the plural, John realized that, in his oral fixation on Kelli's left nipple, he had been neglecting her right nip - and the chance to more fully appreciate bosom time himself. With that, he shifted his left hand a bit, bringing it up a tad higher on Kelli's right boob, then he began searching with his finger tips to find that precious nubbin.
Kelli had closed her eyes again, wondering if the air brush-nipple orgasm had been a fluke. Then, like a blind person whose other senses are heightened, she started to let her mind focus on the sounds of John nibbling and licking, on the signals bombarding her brain from the hordes of receptors in her left nipple, even the smell of John's sweat and the chlorine in his hair and, for sure, her own secretions. It was hot!
And then there was her brother's left hand. It had been silent for a while, but, trying to divide her attention, she focused some extra brain power on his search for her other nipple. She thought about giving directions, but instead waited, with her heart pounding and her breath coming hotter and heavier, her breasts rising and falling to that tempo, for her right nipple to be found.
And find the nipple, John did. And that just when he was sucking her other nipple even harder in between his teeth, redoubling the tongue lashing that the end of her nip was getting.
"Uunnggh! ... Oh, John! Amazing! Please don't stop! Oh, that's sooo good! I'm losing track - is that nine or ten now?"
But as much as John was loving the feel of Kelli's turgid nipple in his mouth, he yearned for the visual as well. He released her nipple and pulled his head back to take in the view of her swollen boobs and stiff nipples - the right nip firmly in the grasp of his fingers, the left dripping his saliva and a twisted beet red. Her breast flesh itself, those two round orbs, were piled one on top of the other, with miles of cleavage where they met.
"John! Why did you stop sucking my nipple?" Kelli complained.
"I just had to get another look at your big boobs, Sis. Looking through the window at your tits was beautiful, but now, your boobs just fill my world. I love it!"
"I'm glad you love to look, but let's get back to the nipple sucking, lover boy!"
"Okay ... but let me try this first," he replied. After the last experiment, Kelli did not protest in the least.
With that, he grasped his sister's boobs from their outside edges and twisted her two nipples toward each other. He wanted to rub the two nipples together, but her tits were so big and firm that he failed at the first attempt, her nipples still an inch apart.
He moved his hands for a better grip, then tried again. "John, that hurts a bit, what are you ... Oooohhhh ... don't stop, don't stop," Kelli cried through another nipple orgasm as her nips finally tweaked each other, one pylon of nipple battling the other nip as John rubbed the tips back and forth against each other. Then, with both nipples still in contact, John dove back in, sucking both of Kelli's magic buttons into his mouth at the same time, warm soft boob flesh caressing his cheeks.
"Oh my god, oh my god," Kelli whimpered as she came even harder than before, her fingers frantically rubbing her sodden clit. "I need you inside me, John - I need you now!"
"Alright, but I have to say that watching you have all of these nipple orgasms has kept me right on the edge of coming myself. I've been twitching every time your nips get you off."
"That's kind of hot!" Kelli interrupted.
"Well, knowing that what I've been doing to your nipples," John said, as he restarted a nipple massage with both hand, "brings you that high, raises me up as well ... as it were," he finished with a smile.
"Well, regardless, I need to feel that hot dick of yours inside me, and I mean now," Kelli demanded, rolling onto her back.
"Alright, Sis, but just don't go crazy right off," John said as he positioned himself over his panting sister. She had taken over rubbing her nipples while John straightened his arms on either side of her. John confirmed once again that he loved, really loved to watch his sister play with the stiff nipples at the end of her bulging boobs.
Kelli abandoned her left nipple to guide her brother to the sopping entrance of her love canal. Slowly, he easily slid his entire, rigid length into her very wet pussy. Kelli, despite her promise, started to rock her hips, reveling in the feeling of fullness her brother's long, fat cock was giving her vagina. "Oh, you feel so big," she gushed as both hands roughly worked her rock hard nipples.
"S ... Stop, Sis, I ... I won't last a minute if you ... oh ... if you keep that up," John protested, his eyes darting from the nipple play below him to the look of pure lust on Kelli's face.
"But I don't want to stop," Kellie protested, continuing to ravage her nipples. John winced with every contraction of his sister's pussy muscles as they clamped down on his aching tool. He wanted to come so badly. But not as much as he wanted to feel himself insider her, to watch her playing with her nipples, to kiss her nips some more himself, for a longer time. Hopefully, a much longer time.
"Please, Sis ..."
Kelli managed to control her hips, which had been on autopilot, but implored, "Alright, Lover Boy, but if I'm going to stop working my hips, you'd better get down here and start kissing my nipples again!"
"Deal," John said in a microsecond. He dropped to his left elbow and greedily sucked his sister's right nipple fully into his mouth, along with a decidedly small fraction of her ample boob, try though he might to engulf more. With his right hand, he cupped the underside of her plentiful right breast, marveling at its firm softness as he molded it, pushing the wondrous tit upward until his fingers found her nipple. John pressed her right nipple into the roof of his mouth, working his tongue against the firm pillar of turgid flesh.
god, John ... don't stop ... don't stop ... mmmmm, you are so good to my nipples!" Meanwhile, Kelli was trying to work her right hand between their two hips to try to work her clit. And she was rocking her hips again.
"What are you ...? N...No, Kelli ... Oh god ...That's ... that's too much, Sis." With that, he lifted his chest back up for another look at his lust-crazed sister. "Okay, tell you what - I'll rock your hips for a bit if you let me watch your tits some more. No, hands off the nipples. I just want a minute to watch. Thanks, Sis." Puzzled, Kelli reluctantly abandoned her nipples - but he had not disappointed her yet.
With that, John lifted Kelli's knees up and wide, then pressed his hips hard into his sister's rump, giving her all the dick he could muster. "Just hold still," he implored as his eyes locked on Kelli's bulging boobs. Then he started a rocking motion by thrusting with his thigh muscle, pushing Kelli's body toward the head of the bed, then releasing the tension in his legs so she slid back a bit. His dick remained deeply imbedded in his sister's pussy; the lack of in and out motion helped John hold on.
The exercise had the desired effect. Kelli's boobs, unrestrained by either pair of hands, began to rock up and down, waves of breast flesh rising and falling with each thrust, knotted nipples riding up and down as the crest passed through the succulent flesh below. Then John increased the frequency of his thrusts, and Kelli's boobs transitioned into a circular motion, rising together as they nearly slapped in the middle, then falling out to the side, and back to the middle to complete the circuit. Amazing!
"God, that's good, lover boy!" Kelli commented, as her pussy muscles contracted in their own waves of pleasure.
But those words and the feelings from his dick took John up another level, and the urgency in his balls was almost to the critical point. He stopped cold, closed his eyes from the erotic display of still gyrating boobs and pebbled nipples, and sucked in his breath to get back his control.
In a flash, Kelli was back to twisting and tugging on her nipples. When John opened his eyes moments later, she cooed, "how about sucking on these nips again, big boy?"
But John had yet another idea. "I promise to lick your stiff nipples some more Sis, but I do so love watching you get off on your nips, too. Look, how about I sit on the edge of the bed, you sit on me, and then we can both watch in the mirror while I hold your boobs and play with your nipples? But no hip motion, okay? Then maybe I'll last a bit longer."
At the thought, Kelli pulled out hard on her nips and clamped down harder on her brother rigid dick. "I think ... oh ... I think I can work with that," she managed, while John sucked in his breath and closed his eyes, barely evading spewing his seed in his sister's hot womb. "Just hurry," she said, as John withdrew his very slick prick from her clinging pussy, "I want to feel you inside me again, and fast."
In moments, John was at the edge of the bed, his big, wet, fat dick pointing skyward. "Slow and easy on the mount, Sis," he implored as Kelli maneuvered herself to slide down his shaft.
"Oh, I do love the way you fill me up!" she cooed, as John felt her wetness covering his inner thighs. Not waiting for John, she immediately brought her hands to her boobs, grasping those orbs firmly even before her tits had stopped wobbling from her movements, then quickly went to work on her nipples.
"Hey, that's my job," John protested with a mocking chuckle as he moved his big hands to cover those of his sister's.
"Oh, yes, that's nice," Kelli relented, removing her hands and letting them rest on John's thighs. Both siblings watched in the mirror, just three feet away, at the sight of Kelli's naked body, her two shapely legs spread wide over John's own legs, the view of her pussy, filled as it was with hard, twitching dick, but mostly obscured by John's tight balls (an incongruous sight, they both thought - balls where her pussy should be!), and John's hands, cupping his sister's double D tits and twisting her nipples. Kelli was trying, she really was, but her pussy was in an almost constant state of clamping down on and then releasing the rigid and willing captor within its walls.
"Ease up a bit, Sis," John implored, "oh ... god you are so hot. I love watching your boobs, and these amazing nipples, but your face takes me up even one more level."
"I'm trying, but ... mmmm ... why did it take us so long to find each other? You've had more good ideas than that dick Dick had in three months. Plus you seem to care a lot more about what I want than he ever did. Slam, bam, thank you Mam and see you next time was his method."
John was sucking in his breath and closing his eyes once again for control once again, but finally managed, "Hey, you're a woman - your own person - and I do care about you. You're my sister." He was now pulling Kelli's superb boobs up by the nipples, then watching them bounce when they slipped through his fingers. Kelli clamped down on him each time. John was relishing living on the edge.
After a few moments, he had yet another idea. "Sis, do you think I could kiss one of your nipples again? You know, if you put your arm around my neck and twist to the side a bit?"
Kelli quickly got the idea, and, with a bit of pulling on her right boob, John was indeed able to just barely tongue Kelli's turgid nipple. "Mmmmm ... that feels sooo good. But, no offense, lover boy, I think I may have an even better idea. For as much as I love having you play with and suck my nipples, I don't really feel like I'm getting the full measure of your manhood inside me. And I think I want that even more. How about if you lay back, so your lower back is flat on the bed? Then I can feel all of you?"
"But then I couldn't touch your boobs and nipples!"
"That's alright, I'll give my boobs and nipples plenty of attention. Count on it! Just look at it this way. Half an hour ago, you were outside my window watching my play with my boobs and nipples, and all you had was your right hand. This way, you can watch me playing with my nips from a lot closer, plus I'll be massaging your hot dick with my pussy."
"Well, when you put it that way ..."
John lay back, resting his weight on his right elbow and twisting a bit to see his sister's swollen tits and nipples in the mirror, and this time it was Kelli sucking in her breath as John's tool plunged ever deeper into her womb. She was already twisting her nipples madly. "You feel so good," she said, as more juices oozed out of her, coating John's balls.
"Yes, play with your tits for me, pull on your nipples. I do love being a voyeur, whether you're aware of my watching your nipple play or not, but, girl, this is amazing! Just ... oh ... hold still as best you can. No rocking, no bouncing. But just don't stop playing with your nipples. I could watch you play with your nipples all day."
"Oh, you can count on my nipples getting lots of attention. And you're right, playing with my nips, and feeling your big dick inside me and knowing that you're watching me masturbate my nipples is beyond erotic."
Kelli went from twisting her nipples to rolling her nips in circles to running her spread fingers up and down over her pebbled nubbins, watching intently as her nipples popped up from underneath each finger. "God, you are so hot, Sis," John murmured. She checked in the mirror to see her own hot body, swollen breasts rising and falling ever more rapidly, nipples tight as could be - and then the hungry, adoring expression on her brother's face as she kept up the nipple play.
She was trying to keep her pussy still, as John had asked, and she did so love being filled with his big, hot, dick, but her pussy muscles were beyond her control. She knew that when it happened, this orgasm would count as one for the ages!
After a bit, she had another idea and asked, "How about just a few little twists of my torso?" Although she had asked, she did not wait for an answer - she was too hot. Holding her hands so that they just barely contacted her aching nipples, she gently rocked her boobs left and right, letting the stiff nips trace shooting arcs or eroticism across her palms. Kelli did so love her sensitive nipples!
"Oh, god ... that is too hot, and you're twisting around on ... on my ... st ... stop, Kelli ..." John grunted.
"Okay, how about a nipple titty drop or two?" she asked.
"Say what? Whatever. Sh .. sure," John managed.
Kelli quickly grasped her nipples firmly with both finger, then used her nips to lift her boobs straight up. She looked in the mirror and caught John's fevered expression as he took in the expanse of underboob this revealed. "Ready, John?" she asked.
"Give me a sec," he replied, as a preemptory wave of pussy contractions was answered by a few spasms from his dick. There must be a "loving spoonful" of precum alone already deep in his sister's hot womb. "Alright," he said after a bit.
With that, Kelli pulled up a little harder, and finally lost her grasp on her nipples, which slipped through her finger tips with electric force, tormenting her gushing pussy once again. Her boobs dropped, throbbing nipples tracing a downward arc in the mirror while the cushions of breast flesh bobbed down onto her rib cage, then rebounded for an extra couple of bounces.
John only managed to watch the first boob bounce, after which he closed his eyes, fighting to control his pent up fluids. The sight of Kelli's big boobs falling, stiff nipples staring at him while her pussy convulsed around his sopping manhood was nearly all he could take.
Kelli, also reeling from the erotics of the situation, decided that it was time. She waited until she saw John's eyes open, then announced, "Watch me, John, and don't close your eyes this time. This is it." John's mind couldn't decode what "it" might be at first, but he soon found out.
With that, working from her mental checklist, Kelli took her right arm and carefully positioned her bulging right boob in its crook. The nipple bulged out obscenely. She cupped her left boob, bent her head downward, then lifted her tit toward her mouth. Meanwhile, she brought her left arm down to reach for her pussy.
It all happened very fast after that. Kelli swirled her tongue around her rigid nipple, then quickly bent further to suck in her entire nipple, biting it gently while licking the end of the nip frantically with her tongue. Meanwhile, her left hand had found her clit, slick with her juices. As she spread two fingers around it, she pushed down in front of John's aching balls and felt where his massive dick met the entrance to her love canal.
"Ohhhh... god, Kelli," John, grunted, as he bucked against her, doing his best to get even another half inch into her. Poor Kelli didn't know where to focus her attention. There was the heft of her right boob, cradled in her arm. There was her left nipple; throbbing between her lips; there was her clit, getting rubbed by her fingers; and then there was her brother's hard dick, exploding deep, deep into her pussy. She could feel the contractions in her finger tips as well as, in her pussy walls, the pulses of extra engorgement that traveled its length as her brother emptied load after load after load of hot jizz so deep inside her.
But in short order, oxygen became a priority, and she let her left nipple, hard as a pebble and dripping her saliva, slip from between her lips. She quickly recaptured her precious nip with her right hand, though, and pulled it out mercilessly until the slippery nubbin escaped from her fingers, only to repeat the nipple capture-and-release over and over as fast as she could.
"Oh, John, oh, John, keep coming, keep coming ... god, I can feel you pulsating inside me. Ohhhh," she continued as she switched to strumming her nipple with spread fingers before catching her breath enough to pull her poor nipple back into her mouth, frantically laving her nip with her tongue, rubbing her lips over the turgid sides of the nubbin, and not so gently biting down on her nipple. The orgasm seemed to have a life of its own, and mouth-to-nipple resuscitation seemed the trick to prolonging it.
But she finally became aware that John, though still pretty hard inside her, had stopped contracting, and that the rest of his body had gone limp beneath her. Opening her eyes, though, she saw that he was still watching her in the mirror, a huge SEG covering his face. "Girl, you never do get tired of playing with your nipples, do you?"
"Nnn nnn" she managed through closed lips while continuing to lick her succulent nip.
But finally, the release took its toll on her body as well. "Lie down with me, lover boy, but leave that hot dick inside me, okay?"
Since they'd been perched on the end of the bed, it took some maneuvering, but they managed to get to a comfortable spooning position with John, fading somewhat from the concentration needed to move at all, still firmly nestled in his sister's sloppy pussy. He reached around her and managed to get a partial grip on both of her generous boobs, finding and pinching her right nipple with thumb and finger while his other fingers worked their way out her soft underboob to meet and manipulate her left nip.
"Mmmm," she cooed, "You do know what I like. Never leave my nipples alone," she intoned. John felt her pussy contracting around his manhood, which showed some signs of life; but even male youth has its limits.
"I think I feel a nap coming on," he whispered.
"Just keep hold of my nipples and don't pull away, and you'll be fine."
"I'm not sure I'm ever going to leave your nipples alone again. Well, unless I'm watching you play with them," he said with a soft chuckle.
"And I'm not sure I'm ever going to leave your amazing dick alone again, either," she cooed, giving it a purposeful squeeze with her pussy.
But as the words left her lips, but siblings had the same thought: what about Mom? Surely her blatant boob and nipple displays weren't just for her own pleasure? Or were they? Maybe she liked having her breasts and big nips adored? Or was she, too, hungering for John's big dick? The thought brought a few more ccs of blood into said dick, and a slight twitch, which Kelli answered, but neither said a word.