Rachel’s Shaved Pussy F

Of course, getting regularly showered with my head-teacher’s jizz didn’t stop my other sexual activities. I was having far too much fun. I cast my net far and wide, finding eager partners of both genders to discreetly share erotic experiences with. Through all of it, Kirsty – beautiful blonde Kirsty – was my confidant. We met regularly to share exciting stories of our latest conquests, stories so exciting that they usually led to our own frantic copulation. I was still a little dependent on her for the use of her shaver, and although she never truly exploited the relationship, the difference in status added a little frisson to our interactions. I got very used to the tangy taste of her juicy pussy.
Experimentation was always on the agenda too. Lovers – usually men – would try to cement our affections with gifts, and although we discouraged it, a fair few new possessions ended up in our hands, including quite a lot of sex toys. Dildos and strap-ons in a variety of sizes, sexy underwear with gaps in entertaining places, lotions, gags and blindfolds, handcuffs, clamps, whips…
Because we were wary of giving others free rein to their urges without our control though, we made a point of taking the sundry devices away to test first, and the close relationship Kirsty and I had made it an ideal environment for safe experimentation. Soon, our encounters were accepted as normal ground for inventive debauchery… including public sex.
Which is why I found myself in our kitchen, on my knees, lips on her cunt and moving feverishly, when my brother came in. Not my younger brother Richard (who would be in his room now, waiting tensely for a bit of fun later) but my older brother Simon. And the great thing was that he couldn’t see me.
At that exact moment, I was under the counter-top, the front of Kirsty’s slutty short miniskirt resting on my forehead, so it looked like she was just standing there at the counter, breathing unusually heavily.
I could hear his voice, but with my attention elsewhere and my hearing muffled by my position, I couldn’t make out what he said. Kirsty tried to push me away, but this seemed like such a fun situation that I resisted, and tongued her clit viciously until she gave in. She was trying to answer him, and I could hear the slight shake in her voice. The sound of a jug of something moving across the countertop was followed by pouring.
There was no doubting the effect the situation was having on her. She had been wetter than usual to start with, as she often is when trying something new, but now her pussy was positively gushing, and I relished the spicy flavour as I lapped it up.
A few more words were exchanged, then I heard the kitchen door close. Immediately, Kirsty grabbed the back of my head and pressed it inwards, signalling me to make my final attack. My tongue dived in, penetrating as far as I could reach, with a finger up her bottom for good measure, and within seconds she was convulsing, her cunt squeezing my tongue in frantic spasms.
“Oh my God, Rachel, that was amazing,” she said, slumping down next to me. “When Simon walked in, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.”
“What did he say?” I asked, wiping my gooey lips with my arm.
“He asked why I was breathing heavily. I said I had just come back from a jog.”
“In a miniskirt?! And also, you, jogging?!”
Kirsty shrugged. “He seemed to accept it. He suggested I have a drink of juice, and passed me the jug. I kinda felt like I had to agree. Then he said he had things to do, and left.” She paused, idly fingering her twat slightly. “You know, your brother is kinda hot.”
“Simon? I suppose he has a decent physique. He’s a sporty kind of guy. Is that why you got all juicy when he turned up? Your pussy was so wet!” I smiled lasciviously. “I bet you’d love to get his dick inside you.”
“And you’d love to watch,” she retorted, although I noticed that she didn’t deny it. Then she looked a bit harder at my face. “Oh my God, you do! You want to watch me fucking your brother! Let’s do it!”
I was reluctant at first – I hadn’t even let Rick inside me yet, although I had had plenty of sexy fun dominating him, dictating his every orgasm and denying or delaying his satisfaction while he watched me at my most erotic before his very eyes. He had even watched me with Kirsty, who had asserted her own power over him, making him our shared bitch. I knew that full penetration would happen eventually with Ricky, but I wanted to build to it, maximising the excitement to be had from it.
And yes, Kirsty talked me round.