'What do you think about when he fucks you', I asked her once, she looked at me with a kind of dreamy look in her eyes, 'I love his cock', was her onl... remark, and then she touched herself and began rubbing her clitoris, that was the fascinating thing about her, she never cared who saw her play, she just did when she was horny.As time passed and I developed, I was sexually experienced and worldly wise, I had developed a healthy sexual appetite for fucking, and we used to laugh at all the boys. I was upset that Faye wanted to go to a dance when I wouldn't be there, but I didn't say anything. My father told Joan she wasn't going to the dance and that was final. He said he didn't care if President Eisenhower himself wanted to give her a ride, she wasn't going to any dance without her brother there to look after her. Joan went to her room and could be heard, over Annie's crying as she lamented living with a stupid family who only cared about what the boys did and wouldn't let her do a. We were so turned on we did not stop what we were doing, with my hands holding Lisa's pussy lips open as I flicked my tongue over her clit and sucked her lips, while gently fingering her very wet cunt. Soon Lisa was having a wonderful orgasm from me licking and fingering her, with this complete stranger quietly watching on somehow exciting us more. He did not make any attempt to speak to us or move closer, just watched as we continued as if he was not there. Lisa began sucking my cock,. Then she did the one thing he thought she never would, as she moved to his lips and took them in a whisper soft kiss. Groaning, he wasn’t sure if it was him or her, her lips lingered a moment longer, the cold washing over him like a wave of water. Then she withdrew, and he felt as if he was on fire. Moving away she stood beside the bed. Raising a pale perfect hand to her naked breasts she laid it between then and then pointing at him simply saying with a huge smile, “Bast, mine.” She vanished.