Emily never stopped looking deep in my eyes as I came, filling her mouth with jet after jet. Sucking hard she drew every drop from my balls until I ha... nothing left to give her. I was seeing stars and feeling lightheaded from cumming this hard. It was one of the best orgasms ever, and it was my s!ster who had caused it!Still looking at me, Emily let my wilting cock fall from her lips and swallowed my load. She giggled nervously as she got up and gave me another kiss, on my cheek this. Said he wasn't taking some old fucks juice in his mouth. They settled on a hundred, with the up bid that the dude could shoot on Kyle's chest instead of wasting it on the floor, and Kyle had to wear. He finished up his grub in about 15 minutes, headed for the bathroom for a piss, and to wash the old dudes cum off his chest. Comming out, he heads for the living area, and pops down on the couch, grabbing the remote. I holler at him from the kitchen, “uh uh homeboi—aint happening” Kyle looks at me. He couldn't wait much longer to crawl up between those widespread legs and have his blood-filled cock ramming into that velvety sheath.It was so much like it had been earlier to the woman writhing erotically on the bed that she wanted to scream out obscenities, to beg for the male flesh that would give her release, but she couldn't run the risk of making too much noise. It would be horrible if the others in the cabin knew of her indiscretions! She was here, and although she hadn't had to beg. ‘I’m like an overgrown weed — tall and thin.’ Still so self conscious. She leant down and kissed my flat stomach. I have to admit that a flat stomach is one advantage of being weedy. ‘This isn’t weed,’ she whispered against it, ‘it’s muscle, and I love it.’ As she moved down to my blond hairs and further, I moaned again. Of course I returned the favour, nuzzling her brown hairs and enjoying the wonderful taste and scent of her. This time it was slower. We explored and kissed and tasted each.