The room was cast into semi darkness as walked towards the bed under the covers with me. His warm skin against my cool body felt good as he pinned me ...own and started kissing my already swollen lips. He got straight to work and I knew he was just as horny was I was. This time he was much more gentle and I relaxed myself into the soft bed and took his full weight and wrapped my arms around his broad back. It felt so good to feel those heavy thighs pushing onto me and we kissed as if we had done. "I want you to stroke your pussy so that I can hear how wet you are. Don't put your fingers inside but I want to hear how wet you are right now," I instructed her."OK," she replied.My sister then moved the phone next to her pussy and started stroking it. It took about thirty to forty-five seconds before I could hear the familiar sound of her wet pussy being stroked."Does it feel good?" I asked."Yes." Does it feel as good as when I did it?" No," she said."Slide your finger inside," I told her.I. Which, ironically, lead to further events.I should have moved to the back of the shack to change. But whether it was the greasy smell or just laziness, I did not. I started changing just a couple of feet inside the closed door. I then took off my shirt and trousers(traditional clothing) which were by now dripping with water. I thought for a second about keeping my bra and panties on, but they were too wet. So I took them off too, and got completely naked. I took the towel and started drying. By the time the scream shot from her throat the pain was being replaced by a sensation of erotic fullness that began as slight ripples deep in her wildly stretched pussy, the pleasure growing until every nerve and fiber in her body felt like it was vibrating, sending electrical currents of ecstasy racing through every inch of her being. ‘Oh fuck yessss,’ Janice hissed, working her hips lewdly, wiggling on the impaling, animal-like erection, her pink, throbbing clit scraping roughly over the.