Holly’s mouth felt wonderful on my cock. I can’t describe it any better than that without comparing her to my sister and I’m not going to do that. How do you compare perfection against perfection? Holly’s love of cock showed as clearly as Maggie’s. She wasn’t afraid of sucking me, wasn’t afraid of trying to take me deep inside her mouth, and I felt her moaning. Knowing she was touching Maggie’s pussy pushed me along fast, faster than I would have liked, but I didn’t see a reason for holding back, either. I groaned into Maggie’s mouth, tensed up, and came. In the back of my mind, I realized she was moaning, too. Was she having an orgasm, too? It sure felt that way.
Holly stood, pulled my naked sister tightly against her, and they kissed while I stood by rubbing my wet, still hard cock, tingling with the thrill of another orgasm and wishing I could have another that very minute. “So, that’s a two-fer,” she told me after their kiss, confirming Maggie’s orgasm.
“No, this is a two-fer,” Maggie said, pulling Holly between us. Without needing to say a word to me, Maggie and I worked as a team, stripping Holly naked before we stood side-by-side, each of us sucking on her tits.
“Go for it,” I whispered to Maggie, nodded downwards, suggesting that she should keep going.
“You do it,” she said, pushing me in that direction and I didn’t fight her. I dropped to my knees, cradled Holly’s tiny, firm bubblebutt, and pulled her to me. Holly gasped, giggled,and struggled a bit until she was straddling my face and I pressed my mouth against her hot, wet pussy. In a way, I was “going-up” on her instead of “going-down” on her because of our positioning. Either way, it amounted to the same thing, I had my cousin’s sweet, delectable, bald pussy pressed against my mouth and was determined to repay her in kind for the blowjob.
Holly squealed and nearly fell over, except Maggie was right there to catch her. Looking upwards, between Holly’s legs, I could see my sister’s pussy. That encouraged me to eat Holly with greater intensity, licking and lapping at her pussy and swollen clit with all the intensity I could muster. I squeezed her asscheeks, massaging them as I licked her pussy until I felt her legs began to tremble and she began her first series of orgasms with us.
I love eating pussy and I don’t ever stop just because the woman against my mouth is having an orgasm. Last year’s college girlfriend hated me doing that. She always got too sensitive after her orgasm for more. She would squirm and wiggle away if I kept going, ruining the mood. But not Holly. If anything, it felt as if she was bearing down on me for more and I eagerly gave it to her, lapping up her juices as they dripped into my mouth and feeling as if I captured a moment bliss unknown to the world.
“Enough,” Holly eventually groaned, leaning against my sister and it wasn’t until she tried to move that I realized how weak she had become in her knees. She held on to my sister for support, telling her, “Fuck, he’s good at that.”