2 comments/ 86173 views/ 22 favorites Lana and Claire Share Cock Ch. 01 By: Archer2050 I was expecting it be just another long workday. I do manual labor for a small moving company, helping people to empty their old residences, or fill their new ones, with their belongings. It's more or less mindless work. The furniture, cardboard boxes, and eventually even the customers all kind of blur together. On this day, I was already in my what I call "zombie mode" before I even made it to the door of the house. My mind was focused on much more exciting things than loading up furniture—mostly the women in my life--and the swelling in my shorts was evidence of that. Fortunately my bulge hadn't grown to obvious proportions, for when I rang the doorbell, a very attractive woman of about thirty answered, and she looked me up and down right away. After a brief introduction, in which I learned her name was Lana, she showed me around the small, two-bedroom home. I was impressed that she had actually packed up virtually everything. Most customers are still working on that until the last seconds, but Lana's cupboards were empty, her bed was broken down, and even her fridge had been cleaned out. "I guess I'll let you get started," she said, almost bashfully. She opened her mouth to say something else, but stopped at the sound of a car door slamming outside. "Oh, that's my other help," she laughed. "My husband and sister and I are going to clean up this place as best we can. We rent, and we don't want to lose any more of our security deposit than we have to. I hope we won't be in your way." "No, that won't be a problem." "Okay, good. Well, if you need anything, I won't be too far." Her statement alone was innocent enough, but her big, mischievous smile and intentional wink added layers to her words that gave me plenty to chew on as I got started. Lana was the kind of woman any guy would love to see wink at them. She had a very pleasant charm about her, with cute dimples and a contagious smile. She very much resembled Kate Hudson from the neck up, while below she had large C-cup chest, which I suspected as fake, since the rest of her was so tiny. Her hair was a sandy blonde and it hung straight down to her lower back, just above where her little ass fit snugly in a pair of ratty old jean shorts. Only once in my years with this job had I ever gotten lucky with a fellow client, and that was with a girl about my age, 18, who didn't have anyone else to ease her tensions. But sweet ol' Lana had a husband, and he was here, so she seemed off limits even if she did, by some miracle, actually want me. As tempting a creature as she was, I had no trouble keeping my mind on work. Over the next couple hours, I briefly met her husband, Todd, who was a seemingly nice guy that was also twice my size. I say "seemingly" because while he rarely talked and smiled even less, he did apologize for not helping, blaming it on a back injury that had put him in traction for the last few weeks. I knew it wasn't an excuse, for while Todd was by no means a bodybuilder, he was thick and brawny—the kind of guy you'd avoid at all costs if you ever played on opposing football teams. With him around, there was, like I said, absolutely no trouble whatsoever with keeping my mind off of Lana and on my work. I may have been horny, but I wasn't suicidal. But things changed a degree or two when I met Lana's sister, Claire, who I assumed was fair game. She was younger than her sibling, say, late twenties, and was just as cute. She could almost have passed as Lana's twin, if you looked only at her face. But her hair was a light shade of brunette and curly. Her natural, B-cup breasts, which were quite well defined in her tight t-shirt with no supporting bra, had nothing to be ashamed of. Her body was a little thicker than Lana's, as was her ass. I still didn't want to risk upsetting anyone by hitting on Claire, but I made sure to keep an eye out in case she ever showed some interest. So far, she hadn't. But over the next couple hours, Lana continually was showing interest in me. Even with her husband right in the room, she would wink and smile at me. Or she'd lock eyes with me over his shoulder as she seductively rubbed lotion onto her long, smooth legs. She'd start at an ankle, move up the calf, over her thigh, and even push the leg of her shorts up a little to get underneath. And her eyes were on me the whole time. She never blinked. And she did this twice. Once she kneeled on the couch and leaned forward on the backrest to face me, her breasts hanging free in her t-shirt. She'd engage me in some forgettable, innocent conversation, but her eyes were so excited as she watched me fight to stare at her cleavage below. It was incredible—I could see all the way down her shirt between those two beautiful orbs—but I was so nervous about Todd catching me that it was hard to enjoy the sight completely. The day went on like that, with all the teasing coming from the wrong damn woman. I guessed I only had an hour left to go, as all that was left to pack up were a few dozen boxes in the living room and master bedroom. I was carrying one outside to the truck when Todd got up and tossed a rag he'd been cleaning the window with onto the floor. "Shit! This is annoying work," he grumbled. "Screw the doctor's orders, Lana. I've gotta move around or I'm gonna kill myself." And with that he stood up, stormed past me to get outside and talked to me loud and fast. As I rushed to catch up, Todd said he wanted to pack the truck, and I should just bring the boxes to him out there. He didn't say it as a suggestion, but an order, so I wasn't about to argue. About three boxes into this new process, things started to get weird. Lana had stopped working altogether, and, since the couch was packed in the truck now, she instead watched me from a pose on the floor. She was sitting with her legs outstretched, and her torso leaning forward slightly, exposing that awesome cleavage again. This time, she didn't say a word. She just stared at me and smiled. Claire, meanwhile, had moved to the master bedroom to clean, and still paid no attention to me. She found a flashlight/radio combo, and turned on some rock station, seemingly oblivious to me being there at all. I was making my way back into the house, quietly singing "Pour Some Sugar On Me," with the radio, when something grabbed me hard by the arm and pulled me from the doorway. I was pushed up against the wall right next to the open door, and to my surprise found that it was cute little Lana that had put me there. Her body was pressed against me, and her lips were so close that I could feel them brush my own as she whispered. "Promise you won't tell?" she said, panting heavily and looking deep into my eyes. Her hands moved up my chest, then around to the back of my head. Before I could say a word, she pulled me to her and stuck her tongue down my throat. Her mouth was cold, like she had just drunk a glass of ice water, but it heated up quickly, as did the rest of her. I wasn't sure what to do, or where to put my hands, even, but hers slid back down my chest, then under my shirt to touch my pecs directly. She clawed at me lightly with her fingernails, occasionally grazing my hard nipples. Whether this lasted minutes or seconds, I'll never know, but when Lana finally broke the kiss, I grabbed the first box I could, held it in front of my tenting shorts, and rushed outside to give it to Todd. Walking back to the house, I was drawn between getting there quick for another round, or taking my time so I could put things in perspective. Quick won. Upon entering, I turned to the wall where I had left Lana, and found her waiting with a smile on her face and passion in her eyes. We grabbed each other, and this time it was me pushing her against the wall. We kissed deeply and quickly, and her hands found my ass as mine found her tits. I squeezed them through the t-shirt, then pushed them together and bent down to lick the cleavage I'd been drooling over all day. Lana threw her head back, then lifted her shirt up over the tops of her breasts. My tongue moved like a missile towards these plush targets, but Lana had other ideas. She grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it up and off, threw it to the floor, and pulled me against her so our naked chests were touching. We kissed again, briefly, then Lana pushed me away. "Go," she whispered, suppressing laughter. I bent to grab a box, then remembered Todd had asked for a specific box, one that was in the bedroom. Hurriedly I rushed off, leaving Lana, who hadn't even bothered to pull her shirt back down. My mind went from that realization to the realization that I wasn't wearing my shirt, either. But it was too late by the time that hit me—I was already in the bedroom and in Claire's field of vision. She was peeling poster tape off the walls when she saw me and froze, her eyes wide with surprise. I'm sure I looked just as stunned. But instead of questioning my half-nakedness, Claire just watched me curiously as I sought out the box I needed. If I wasn't so nervous, I might have paid more attention to the slight smile that spread across her face. I left with the box, hearing Claire asking Lana for a hammer as I moved outside toward Todd and the truck. I told him I had trouble finding the box to explain why I was gone for so long, but he didn't seem to care, or even be listening. And he didn't seem to notice that my shirt was gone, either. Then he requested another specific box, and I said with a smile, "No problem". I was still smiling as I entered the house, turned to the wall and grabbed Lana again. She wasn't facing me this time, so I pressed my hard crotch into her ass and cupped her breasts— But her breasts were smaller. And her hair was dark. This was not Lana. It had only been half a second of contact, at most, but that was more than enough. I quickly recoiled, stammering for an apology to Claire, who turned to look at me with an unbelieving expression. She was so shocked that she dropped the hammer she was holding, and the bang when it hit the floor was what brought her back to full alert. I didn't know what to do, think, or say. I just knew I was in deep shit, and I didn't want to stick around for this uncomfortable face off. I rushed away towards the bedroom, where I met Lana in the hallway. "Did you find it yet?" she called over my shoulder to her little sis. Then she grabbed me to her again and moved to kiss me. I tried to pull away, but then I felt her hand slip down my shorts and grab my hard on. I didn't have enough willpower to fight that, and we kissed, with her pushing me against the wall. It was a good thing Lana remembered her sister, because with my cock peeking out over the waist of my shorts, I sure as hell didn't. She broke the kiss and called out again. "Claire? Did you find it?" "Um...yeah. Yeah, I got it." Claire's voice was still distant, like she hadn't moved from where I had left her at the front door. "Shit," Lana whispered, giving me one last kiss before releasing my dick and backing away. We could hear Claire's footsteps approaching as Lana touched the bulge once more through my shorts. "Keep that ready for me," she whispered. Then she moved back to the living room, and I rushed off to the bedroom, with Claire just steps behind. It took me a couple seconds to gather my thoughts and remember what box I had come in there for. At last I found it, then held my head low as I moved past Claire and left the room. I had averted my eyes out of fear and embarrassment, but I could tell she was watching me the whole time, and I was sure she was smiling wide. I gave the box to Todd, who, fortunately, was busy rearranging some of the stuff in the truck. I offered no explanation this time, and he was too involved with his own thing to ask for one. Without a word, I turned back to the house. I thought about keeping Lana off me and trying to explain that we couldn't do this, that we'd kinda already been caught, even. But before I could decide how to say it, she was on me, pushing me back against that wall by the door. Her shirt came up and off, and I was so thankful for the loud radio blaring to help drown out the sounds of our lips smacking together, or our moans as we pressed our bodies close. Lana slid down me, trailing her tongue across my chest and abs, then she unzipped my shorts and guided my hard on through the opening. She stroked my rock-hard shaft a few times, and then engulfed me with her mouth. Her soft lips and slippery tongue drowned my erection with saliva, but even with all the intensity, she managed to keep in control and moved with slow, deliberate pumps. Her tongue danced across the underside of my shaft as her lips sunk down to the base of it, then slowly pulled back to the very tip of the head. Lana even moved a hand up through the legs of my shorts and grabbed my balls, gently massaging them as I clutched at the wall to keep myself steady. I was shocked back to reality when I heard Todd's voice, terrifyingly close, call out my name. "Yeah!" I answered, certain it would be my last word. I knew he was outside. I could hear footsteps on the sidewalk approaching. He couldn't have been more than ten feet away. All he had to do was take one step inside the house and look to his right, and my life would be over. Meanwhile, Lana hadn't missed a beat. Her mouth was still on me, and, if anything, she was even more excited, as her pace had quickened, and her lips' grip on my dick had tightened. "I need something small and heavy next," Todd said, his voice getting closer with each word. "Bring out a couple of those little boxes of books from the bedroom." "Okay," I gulped. I could hear his footsteps. He was still coming. He would be inside in a second. Lana was not giving up, but sucking even faster and harder. I had to do something. Beside me was a stack of light boxes. I grabbed one, then tossed it out the doorway and practically hit him with it just before he stepped inside. "Here, take this in the meantime," I said. "It's light." I cursed myself for giving him orders. That alone could piss him off enough to knock my lights out. Below, Lana took me in deep, into her throat, and I her heard her gag as I, myself let out a little moan. I spoke immediately to help cover up the sounds. "I'll get the books right now." That did it, as Todd took box without entering the house and moved back to the truck. Lana finally released my dick, and a long string of saliva and pre-cum swung from my cock head to her lips. She smiled at me and laughed as she wiped her chin. "That was close," she whispered. "You better get going." I did just that, fighting my dick back into my shorts as I marched to the bedroom. My whole body was tingling with so much excitement that I didn't even notice that Claire was nowhere to be seen as I entered the room. Then I sensed movement behind me and turned just in time to see a shape slip from behind the door and approach me. Claire was on me immediately, grabbing me just as I had grabbed her minutes before. Her crotch pushed against my ass, and her hands ran across my chest, then down to the huge bulge between my legs. She bit my earlobe gently, then licked my neck. "If you wanted me," she said over the blaring radio, "all you had to do was ask." Claire turned me around so we were facing each other, then she grabbed me kissed me all over my neck and face. Despite her ignorance of me earlier, Clair was even more impatient than her sister. Her kisses were quick, wet, and passionate, but then they were over. She stepped back, threw off her shirt and thrust out her beautiful little breasts with her huge areola and erect nipples. "Suck on me," she gasped, and I obliged immediately. I grabbed her breasts and pushed them together, alternating between the two of them and between flicking the nipples with my tongue, and sucking as much of her flesh as I could get my lips around. As soon as each breast was coated with a layer of my saliva, I backed away, feeling it was time to get back to work before someone got suspicious. But Claire had other ideas. "I want to see your cock," she said. I was reluctant to obey, as I was in full view of anyone who might pass by the door. But Claire wasn't waiting. She kneeled down and tugged my shorts to my ankles, then my boxers followed. My dick sprang out, hitting her in the nose, but she didn't take it in her mouth. She just looked at it, licking her lips and running her hands up and down my thighs. My cock, glistening with her sister's spit and my own pre-cum, stared right back, and strained to be touched again. That wish was soon granted, as Claire wrapped her thin fingers around my shaft and began stroking me. My knees buckled. Then more footsteps, this time coming down the hall. Guiding me by my dick, which she never released, Claire had me move right beside the door, out of view. But she didn't have time to hide herself before Lana came around the corner and stopped. Claire tried to look bored, but she continued to pump my cock. "What are you doing?" Lana asked. "Oh, just wiping off some of the scuff marks from the wall." I wasn't in the clear yet, but I admired Claire for her grace under pressure. From Lana's vantage point in the hall, all she could see was her sister kneeling down and moving her arm back and forth. Her hand—and what she was holding—were out of view. "Where's Gavin?" Claire didn't miss a beat. "Oh, he's right here," she said, pointing to the corner of the room beside me, a corner Lana couldn't see. "He's organizing the boxes or something..." "Okay," Lana said, a little perplexed. "Well tell him Todd's calling for him." Claire turned toward the corner and relayed the message, then looked back to Lana. "He's coming." Lana was satisfied with that, and moved back down the hall. I let out a sigh of relief, then sucked in a sudden breath of air as Claire released my dick and gave it a long, wet lick with her tongue. Then she moved away without saying a word. Not knowing what to say, myself, I pulled my shorts up and grabbed not just one or two but an entire stack of small, heavy boxes filled with books. I strained to stay on my feet with all the weight, but I wanted to keep Todd busy on the next round. As I left the room, I saw Claire undoing her pants... ...And as I passed through the living room on my way outside, I saw Lana standing beside the door with hers already off. I unloaded the four or five boxes on the back of the truck, and Todd went to work. He never seemed in much of a hurry, but with these heavier items he was going especially slow. Perfect, I thought. I raced back to the house, wondering how I was going to juggle myself through this next act. Lana was completely naked; not even a single hair adorned her adorable little pussy. She was sliding a finger up and down her slit, getting it wet, her eyes locked on mine the whole time. I pushed my cock through the opening in my shorts and rubbed the head against her clit. She jumped back in delight, then threw herself against me. She jumped up and I caught her, and as her legs wrapped around my waist, I directed my dick into her slick hole. We both moaned uncontrollably as I entered her, and we had to kiss hard and long to stifle the sound. When I began pumping into her, I thought for sure we would lose it, and we practically did. We groaned and panted and screamed as if there was no one to hear us for miles. The radio covered most of it, but we were so gone that we wouldn't have cared if it didn't. Holding Lana by her ass, I pulled her down onto me as I drove my hips up to fuck her as hard and deep as possible. She thrust her chest up into my face, letting me lick those marvelous melons as they bounced around my head. Lana and Claire Share Cock Ch. 01 Just as we were nearing orgasm, Todd's voice interrupted again from outside. "Hey Lana, can you get me a beer?" He was coming back to the house. We stopped moving, and I leaned forward, pressing Lana against the wall next to the door to help hold her weight and my balance. But she didn't let go of me, and I wasn't about to exit her. "All right, I got it," she said. She motioned towards the bay window on the other side of us. Sitting there was a small cooler. I bent down, lowering her so she could reach. Then she flipped off the lid, pulled out a can of Coors, and I leaned the other way toward the door. She reached her arm around the door and met Todd's hand with the beer just before he stepped inside. "Thanks," Todd said, followed by the sound of him cracking open the can. Footsteps leading away followed. Quietly now, we began pumping into each other, assuming Todd had left. We started out slow, but we were already back to that point just before orgasm. The point of no return. And so in seconds we were back to fucking like animals. I pounded my cock deep into Lana's pussy, and her tits hammered my face. Her cunt was drenched, and I was sliding in fast and deep. Lana clawed at my back, then I felt her suck in a deep breath and her body went rigid. I fucked her even harder, driving my cock as deep into her as I could, and then I, too, was cumming. Just as we reached our peaks, we saw Todd's shadow move inside the doorway. An intense mixture of Heaven and Hell filled us both as we fought to control our orgasms. Gritting our teeth and holding our breath, our eyes were glued to the shadow. But it wasn't getting bigger, or closer. It was as if Todd, with a cold beer in hand, had decided to take a break on the front step just three feet away. Holding myself deep inside Lana's cunt, I emptied my hot cum into her, feeling it surge throughout her insides and boil back around me. In return, Lana's pussy lips gripped me like a fist, milking me for more. I kissed her hard, hoping that would keep me from calling out in pleasure. We gripped each other tight for nearly a minute while Todd gulped his beer. I quietly set Lana down and stepped away from the door. She leaned against the wall, catching her breath. My cum was slowly oozing down her thigh. I was putting my dick away again when Todd's voice came. "Where's the moving kid at?" "Um...oh, he's using the bathroom," Lana said. Todd just grunted. Lana waved me away towards the bathroom, wanting to take advantage of Todd's back still turned to us. I tiptoed out of the room, but passed the bathroom altogether, heading instead for the master bedroom, where Claire hopefully hadn't run out of patience waiting for me. When I found her, I still wasn't sure if she had or not. On one hand, she was still naked, laying on the floor with legs spread. On the other hand, she was fingering herself madly, and her facial expressions suggested she was close to something very good. "Oh my God I need your tongue in me!" she yelled over the radio. Claire removed her hand from herself and thrust her hips forward. I dropped to the ground and lapped away at Claire's neatly trimmed pussy that was already soaked with her excitement. Her urgency suggested she didn't want to play around, so I went right for the kill, shoving my tongue in deep to lick her inner walls, then bringing it out to rub over her clit. Claire screamed out and arched her body so greatly that only her feet and shoulders were touching the floor. I grabbed her ass and pulled her against my face as I rammed my tongue down into her again. She bucked against me, then we fell back to the floor. I wrapped my lips around her hard little clit and buzzed the tip of my tongue over it. I don't know why I did what I did next. I had never done it before, but for some reason it just felt like the perfect way to progress to the next level. With Claire biting her lip and rubbing her breasts as I tongue fucked her, I moved one of my hands from her firm ass cheek and slipped a finger inside her anus. It was hot and tight, but I slipped in quickly, smoothly. And Claire just went wild. She arched again, throwing herself up while screaming and clenching her asshole around my finger. She yelled so loudly that I knew it could be heard over the blasting radio, but I didn't care. I pushed my finger in deeper, and she screamed again. She became so wet, she was actually dripping. Claire relaxed just slightly, letting her body lie back on the floor again, but keeping her ass raised so I could continue. Then she grabbed my head and pushed my face against her pussy. In seconds, her body was convulsing, and her anus became so tight around my finger that it almost hurt. But I pushed on, sliding all the way to the knuckle as she came for what seemed like an eternity. After a short while, she pulled me away from her pussy, telling me she was too sensitive now, but ordered me not to remove my finger for even a second. That proved to be a difficult task, as she was switching to a new position and I had to follow along, wondering what it would be. Then I saw: she was getting onto all fours, but with me in front of her so she could suck me. I still had my finger in her as she moved into position. "Oh, fuck. I need to taste you," she growled. "Give me that cock." As soon as she said it, I knew I was in a bind. It hadn't been that long since I last came, and I wasn't sure I could get it up again already, even with this magnificent woman willing to devour me as I finger-fucked her ass. Worse still was that she was sure to notice not only my semi-limp state, but also that strange taste coating my dick—the taste of another fresh pussy. "Wait," I said, pulling my finger out of her and leaning away. No words could describe how disappointed and shocked she looked at my retreat. I couldn't blame her. No guy would turn down a blowjob from someone as sexually riled up as she was. "I've been gone too long," I explained, getting up. "Someone's going to check on us if I don't get working. Let me pack a few more boxes." She nodded a somber agreement, then playfully dropped back onto the floor, holding her head, as if I had just told her the world was ending. I barely heard her next words over the music as she spoke toward the floor. "Hurry up." I turned to the door, then saw her jump up and grab me from behind, hugging me tightly as she rubbed her tits against my back and her cunt against my ass. "I need to taste you so badly." I hurried off to the bathroom to wash up, then sped out the door with a few boxes to help Todd. He had just finished his beer, and didn't say a thing. To be continued... Lana and Claire Share Cock Ch. 02 NOTE: This is a direct continuation of Lana and Claire Share Cock (imagine that). I split the story up because it was running long, and because it changes categories. I strongly suggest you read part one before continuing here. If, for whatever reason, you don't want to, here is a quick recap on what happened: Gavin, a mover, was helping to pack the belongings of Todd and Todd's wife, Lana, into a U-haul. While Todd, a hot-tempered big guy (he hired Gavin to help because his back injury restricts him from doing much himself), was out in the truck organizing things, Lana seduced Gavin, eventually fucking him just feet away from Todd, who never suspected a thing. Meanwhile, Gavin accidentally seduced Lana's sister, Claire, who was in another room. He went down on her to make her cum, but then had to rush off to avoid getting caught. Neither sister knows what the other has done, and Todd is in the dark about all of it. Gavin hopes to keep it that way...And now the rest of the story. ...Todd hadn't said much since I'd met him just a few hours ago, but his silence seemed to have more purpose now. I imagined that maybe he was angry with me, since I was disappearing for longer and longer periods of time. He probably thought I was a flake, and he was wasting his money. If only he knew what was really going on. I could have felt bad about what I was doing: fucking his wife, quite literally, right behind his back. But Lana had come on to me, and as I horny as I was, that was all the justification I needed for now. I went back to the house, certain that the boxes I'd left for Todd to organize in the truck would keep him busy for another ten minutes or so. As I neared the front door, my other problem loomed in my head. Claire still desperately wanted to "taste me" as she had put it, and my dick was still tired from having fucked her older sister just a few minutes ago. I was close, but not ready to reach full attention yet. If Claire saw my struggle, she would wonder why I couldn't achieve a full erection, and might be offended. Stepping inside, I remembered that even Claire wasn't the first thing to deal with. Lana was. I expected her to jump me again as I stepped through the door, but instead I found her laying on the living room floor, still naked, with a finger at her pussy, spreading the cum I had shot into her all over her pink lips and clit. She gave me that adorable smile, but made no move to get up to greet me. Not wanting to ignore her, I walked to her, knelt down, and kissed her softly on the mouth. Our tongues slid together, and then she pulled away and whispered into my ear. "I'll be ready again real quick." Then she giggled and slapped my ass. "Until then, get back to work." She laughed again. I pretended to follow her order, and moved to the bedroom where most of the remaining boxes were. Once there, I found Claire in the same position as Lana was; laying on the floor and stroking her pussy. But as soon as I entered, Claire jumped to her knees and started towards me, grabbing the waist of my shorts and tugging at them. Oh well, I thought. I might not be able to get up right away, but I was more than willing to try. Claire licked my half-erect penis, and then said something, but I couldn't hear her over the radio blasting AC/DC beside me. So far this radio had saved me. While I could still hear approaching footsteps on the hardwood floor, which was a necessary alerting system, the sounds of moaning and skin slapping together was camouflaged by the pounding music. Lana didn't know I had eaten out Claire in the next room, Todd didn't know I had fucked Lana just an arm's length away from him, and Claire— She repeated herself, and this time I could hear every word. "Why does your dick taste like pussy?" I don't know if my heart sunk or jumped up my throat, but I know for sure that it skipped more than a couple beats. "What do you mean?" I said, playing dumb and stepping away. Claire held me to her, and leaned in for another taste test. Her tongue felt so good; soft and firm at the same time, and very warm and wet. But I was too scared to enjoy it. "I'm no expert, but that tastes like a woman to me," she said matter-of-factly. Her hand gripped my balls. She wasn't squeezing, but she had every opportunity to. "How would you know?" I asked as nicely as possible. "Maybe that's just how I taste." "I've tasted myself, before," she said, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. "In fact, I was tasting myself just before you came in here. And that," she pointed to my dick, "tastes almost exactly the same." "Maybe your taste is still on your tongue," I replied. "Maybe you need to be straight with me," she said firmly. Her fingers slightly tightened their grip on my testicles. "You fucked someone." My silence said whatever my apologetic eyes couldn't. I was caught, and we both knew it. "It wasn't me," she continued, talking to herself. "And you didn't have time to go anywhere else..." Her jaw dropped. "Lana! That fucking slut!" Only Claire didn't seem mad about this revelation. She was smiling. Not a sinister 'I'm gonna get that bitch' smile, but rather an impressed 'how'd she manage that' smile. Claire's grip on my balls tightened a little more, but now she was massaging them, rolling them between her fingers. And my flaccid member was regaining strength because of it. Claire just sat there with a look of stunned appreciation for her sister's accomplishment as her fingers unconsciously stroked her clit. Her face grew flush, and I swear she even shuddered. Then, after a short while, she looked back at my dick, which was still slowly rising. "How long before you'll be ready again?" she asked. "I don't know. A couple minutes, I guess." "That's too long," she said, standing up. "I'm hungry." She grabbed a box and handed it to me as I pulled up my shorts. "Here. Better get back to work or you'll be missed." I nodded, then rushed out of the room with the box, not sure what to make of what had just transpired. As I passed through the living room, I saw Lana still laying on the floor and playing with herself, a finger in her mouth. I was going to stop to warn her that her sister knew, but straight ahead I saw Todd coming up the sidewalk towards me, looking annoyed. I had been gone too long, and he was coming for me. I sped past Lana toward the door. I met Todd just outside, and made up some excuse about having to repack the box to explain my absence. He rolled his eyes, but the lie served its purpose. He didn't go into the house, but rather turned right around and walked with me back to the truck. This time I packed the box. As I did, I was trying to hide my distress when Todd told me that he wanted to bring stuff from the house to me from now on. I gave my best, "whatever, I don't care" shrug, and then he turned to go back to the house. But as he turned, Todd tripped up over the street curb. He didn't fall, but the jolt was enough to knock a pair of sunglasses out of his front shirt pocket. He bent over to pick them up, and then let out a shriek of pain. "Oh shit, that hurt! Shit!" Todd froze in a bent over position, and put a hand to his lower spine. I jumped out of the truck beside him. "Are you okay?" "No. No. Oh shit. Move boxes for half an hour and I'm fine—shit—but bend over for a pair of sunglasses and....oh, fuck this hurts." "You want me to get Lana?" "No, I just need to go inside and lay down. I got this old beach lounge chair on the back porch. Twenty minutes or so on that and I should be fine." I followed him as he hobbled back to the house, still bent over at a ninety-degree angle and holding his spine. I had forgotten all about the girls for the moment, so when Todd entered the house first, my body stiffened with shock. If Lana was in there and still naked on the floor, I was done for. But Todd never looked around, never reacted to anything amiss. When I entered the house behind him, I saw why. Lana must have heard us at the last minute, and hid herself behind a stack of boxes. She popped her head up to ask what happened, but I could see the fright on her face as she braced herself should he look her way. The boxes helped hide her from peripheral vision, but a dead on glance would be too much to fool. Fortunately Todd told her what happened without looking her way. He was too busy concentrating on getting to the sliding glass door at the back of the room without further aggravating his back. I jumped ahead and opened the sliding glass door for him, and Todd stumbled out into the lounge chair he had mentioned. Although it was facing away from the sliding glass door, it was still just feet away from me and his naked wife, who had already come up behind me to stroke my crotch through my shorts. "You just rest there for a while," Lana said to Todd over my shoulder. "You need anything at all, just yell. We'll finish up in here." She smiled and licked my neck. Todd just grunted, and I slid the door shut. Lana shivered and giggled. "Your cum is running down my leg." "This is the last straw," came Claire's voice from the hall. Lana and I spun around to find her standing there, naked, with her arms folded under her breasts as she leaned against the wall in a calm and relaxed pose. "Claire!" Lana said, unsure how to react. "Look, I know this looks bad—" "Bad?" Claire said. She uncrossed her arms and pushed off the wall, then walked slowly toward us, moving her hips seductively with each step. I braced myself for a yelling match. Claire's radio was still loud enough to cover the voices, but we were all right next to the sliding glass door, and just feet away from Todd. I glanced at the door apprehensively, hoping the glass was thick enough to hold back whatever chaos was about to erupt. But Claire didn't shout. She just moved closer, thrusting her chest out confidently as she spoke in a calm and confident tone over the blasting radio. "This isn't bad," she continued. "It's typical. You've stolen every guy I've ever wanted. From grade school to high school to college." Ok, I thought. This isn't about me. "Maybe I should go—" I got half a step before Claire stepped in my way. "There was this one guy, Kent," she told me. "I lost my virginity to him. Afterward, he confessed that he had fucked her earlier in the same day." She gestured to Lana, who looked back in shame. "She lured away every boyfriend, stole every crush..." "Claire, I'm so sorry—" "Even Todd was mine first. I met him at a bar, brought him home, get him naked in my bed, and then I go to the bathroom to change into something fun. When I get back, she's riding him like a jockey. The great thing is, Todd was so drunk, he didn't even know it was me who had picked him up that night! It's like I never existed." Claire walked behind Lana, who stood frozen with fear. I watched in a similar state as Claire ran her hands through Lana's sandy blonde hair. She lowered her voice now, and I had to strain to hear her over the music. "You taking my men became so common that eventually you were even taking them in my fantasies. I could rarely have sex because of you, so I dreamed about it, but then there you were again. Every sexual thought I've ever had for the past few years has included you, Lana. Do you know what that does to a person?" "I'm sorry," Lana said, trembling. To my amazement, Claire softly pushed her naked body up against her sister's, then slid her hands down Lana's shoulders and over and across her breasts. "Don't be sorry," Claire said with a smile. "You helped me realize something. You helped me find out what I really want." "What do you want?" Lana asked quietly. Claire rounded Lana to face her, their noses just inches apart. I watched as Claire reached down, scooped up a thick gob of my cum from off her sister's thigh, then brought it up to her own lips. Claire smiled. "I want my cum back." And then she sucked her finger into her mouth and moaned. "Claire, I..." Suddenly Claire snapped out of her calm façade and dropped to her knees. With animalistic intensity she grabbed Lana's ass and pressed her mouth to Lana's pussy. Lana instinctively jumped back, but Claire kept hold of her and never missed a lick. She shoved her tongue deep into her sister's cum-coated cunt and growled with hunger for more. Lana was obviously torn between pleasure and shock, as her hands held Claire's head to her, but her eyes were wide with disbelief. "Claire, we shouldn't do this." But even as she said it, Lana's eyes rolled back into her head as an unmistakable gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. Next, her legs weakened and buckled, and she stumbled back against the wall. Claire kept up with her, still sucking her pussy with incredible lust. When Claire finally took her lips off her sister's cunt, it was only for a brief moment. She dropped to Lana's ankle, where the trail of my cum had stopped. She then licked up my juices from her sister's leg, all the way from her foot to her thigh, and back to her pussy again. Lana just moaned, and helped guide Claire's head back to her mound when she came back up. "Claire...Oh God, Claire," she panted. "This is so...." Claire pulled herself from Lana's cunt just long enough to gasp a reply. "Just let me. Please let me." She gave Lana's clit a quick, wet lick, and Lana shivered. "I've been wanting this for so long." Then Claire dove back between her sister's legs, and Lana threw her head back and groaned. "Oh my God, that feels so good!" Lana called out. Her voice was loud, and it brought my attention back to Todd outside. He didn't move, but I realized I was now the only one in view of the sliding glass door, so I stepped back to the opposite side of where the girls were. My movement managed to draw Lana's attention to me, and she looked at me as if she had completely forgotten who I was. "Oh my God," she said, looking at me, but not saying it to me. Her eyes were half open, and her body shook from her sister's tongue-fucking. "Gavin," she finally said, as if just remembering my name. I didn't know if it was a 'Gavin, get out of here,' or a 'Gavin, get over here' instruction, but before I had time to guess, Lana bucked violently, pushing Claire backward and off of her feet. She pulled Lana down with her, and the two fell back into view of the sliding glass door. They landed with a thud that rattled the glass, and I saw Todd turn slightly in his chair to look our way. I backed up against the wall and out of view, but the girls didn't notice him, and I doubt they would've cared anyway. But Todd wasn't interested enough for a long gaze. He just glanced over his left shoulder, saw nothing, and turned back around. My heart skipped a beat at the thought that if he had checked over his right shoulder, he would have seen his wife and sister naked on the floor, the former having an orgasm on all fours while the latter lay on her back devouring pussy. Despite the near miss, my cock was rock hard and I was turned on enough by the display before me to cum at the mere sight of it. But Claire had other plans for me, and she was definitely the one in control now. Lana was still shuddering with her orgasm when Claire took a break from licking her to look my way. "Is that cock ready for me yet?" she asked. My cum was smeared all over her lips and chin. I merely nodded. "Then get over here and fuck me." I speedily undressed and stepped out of my hiding spot to approach her, too excited about the invitation to worry about Todd. Lana, meanwhile, was visually exhausted from her unexpected orgasm, and dripping with sweat and with her hair in disarray, she crawled off her sister's face and collapsed onto her back on the floor. Claire moved up her, kissing her hips, stomach, breasts, and neck, before finally giving her sister a long, soft kiss on the lips. "You want a taste?" she asked. Lana nodded silently, then thrust her mouth upward and kissed Claire full on the mouth. Their kiss was so passionate, it was more than wrestling, it was a full on war. They devoured each other, occasionally breaking off so Lana could lick the cum streaks from Claire's face. Their breasts, with their erect nipples, mashed together, and their hips ground against one another. I was so entranced by it all that had forgotten my instructions until I saw Claire's hand reach down and spread her lips. Since Claire was lying on top of Lana, I was going to get to fuck her doggie-style. But her pink target was too low at the moment, so I grabbed Claire's ass and pulled her up, separating her cunt from her sister's. They didn't seem to notice, however, and continued to make out as I rubbed my hard on against Claire's wet pussy. When I was satisfied with my lube job, I pressed my cock head against her lips and slowly slid myself in. Lana had a wonderful, tight pussy, but as I pushed myself inside her sister, I thought I was going to lose control with every inch I sank. Claire's pussy was like the perfect mold for my cock. She was so wet that I had no trouble getting in, and I began fucking her hot box steadily right away. My balls slapped up against the underside of her, hitting her clit and triggering a tiny jolt through her body on each inward stroke. After a few minutes of this ecstasy, the sisters came up for air and looked into each other's eyes. "I want to taste you, now," Lana said in a lustful tone. Claire shook her head. "But I'm your sister." She smiled. "You don't want to lick your own sister's clit, do you?" Claire dipped down and licked Lana's cheek. "Yes, yes I do," Lana gasped. Claire shook her head again. "You're married. I can't let you do this." "Oh please, Claire," Lana begged. She squeezed her sister's swaying tits. I tried to concentrate on my fucking; much more of this and I'd lose it. "I don't care about Todd," Lana continued. "I don't need him. I want you." "You want who?" Claire teased. "I want you," Lana said, practically in tears. "I want you, Claire. I want my sister. I want to taste my sister....her pussy....right now. Please let me lick you." Whether it was from my increasingly deep and rapid thrusting or the beautiful sound of Lana's outrageous words, I'll never know, but Claire suddenly lost her cool demeanor and her body stiffened and her eyes squeezed shut. "Oh, fuck," was her only reply. Nothing more was said as Lana slipped down beneath her sister. I had to pause to adjust my legs, allowing her room to crawl between so she could get in position. When she had, and I was back fucking Claire from behind, Lana was on her back with her tongue stroking both her sister's clit and my cock as I pumped in and out. The added sensation to Claire, I'm sure, was out of this world, but it took me to a whole new dimension. The feeling of her warm little muscle slipping around my shaft was pure Heaven. And each time I thrust into that tight cunt, my balls would lightly tap Lana on the chin, lips, or nose. In no time, we had Claire in such a state that she had pressed her face against the floor with her ass in the air as she screamed into the carpet. I, too, was close to erupting, and so I was pushing her ass away on each outstroke, then pulling her back in every time I slammed into her pussy. As I felt myself growing nearer, and as the intensity in Claire's shrieks increased, I remembered how much she had liked my finger in her ass when I ate her out earlier. Not wasting a second, I slipped my middle finger in her ass and drove it deep. What happened next happened very quickly, though it felt like an hour. Claire absolutely exploded with orgasm, and for over a dozen thrusts, she was literally throwing her entire body against my cock, screaming uncontrollably the whole time. I lost it a spilt-second later, and began pumping what felt like the biggest load of my life into that tight, hot cunt. Below us, Lana had already perfected her pussy-eating tactics, as she lapped at and sucked on her sister's exposed clit whenever it was in reach. Lana and Claire Share Cock Ch. 02 This, of course, was too much not to alert Todd. First I heard his voice as he shouted, "What the hell?" I watched, frightened but feeling too much bliss to really care, as he jumped from his chair, and then— "Ahhh!" he screamed, frantically reaching for his lower back. He froze in his position, screaming every curse word imaginable, but never turning around. And he stayed that way. I don't think the girls had any idea how close we all came to getting killed. I forgot about Todd immediately, as Claire had stopped bucking, and I drove into her with one last, deep push. Below, Lana expertly caught my testicles in her mouth and sucked on them as I emptied the last of my cum into her sister. The jizz that couldn't fit into her tight pussy oozed out around the base of my cock and dripped onto Lana's face, but she made no effort to wipe it away, focusing instead on giving my balls a nice tongue massage. Shortly thereafter, I pulled out, bringing a large gob of cum with me that spilled onto Lana's face and neck. I wasn't sure how much longer Todd's back would keep him stuck out there, so I made for my clothes and hurriedly dressed. But Lana and Claire were too overwhelmed by what had just happened to give Todd a second thought. As I dressed, Claire crawled down to meet Lana eye to eye, and they shared the sperm I had left on Lana's face, tonguing it back and forth, sucking it between their lips, then kissing deeply and swallowing until it was all gone. But even when it was gone, they continued to lay on the floor, naked and kissing. Nobody ever checked on Todd. I found out he had hurt his back while fucking a hotdog vendor named Garrett during a lunch break. Lana, the sweet girl she is, was bringing him a homemade lunch and caught the two red-handed. Lana refused to sleep with him until he apologized, which he, of course, refused to do. She was afraid to divorce him, and he made it clear that he wouldn't allow it, anyway. So they were going to move to start over in a place far away, a place where there were no rumors about Todd and his injury. But when Lana saw how much her sister Claire really cared for her, she decided to leave Todd. After we had all gotten dressed and composed ourselves, Lana and Claire had me unpack all of Todd's things and leave them in the house. Then we packed up the last of Lana's things, and with Todd still stuck in his chair on the back porch—with no idea about what was going on--we took off for Claire's place. Lana left him a note. I never saw what it said. On the way to Claire's apartment, the girls laughed about how they had fought over the controlling and abusive Todd, but it took a "young, handsome stud" like me to bring them together. I laughed, too.