As Simone returned to reality I briefly paused, lifted her thighs up around my buttocks, asked her to clasp her legs behind me. Now I fucked her harder than before. I plunged my tool hard and deep into her tight cunt. I held her face in my hands and tongue kissed her. My cock pumped in and out of her hot pussy. My balls slapped against her arse. I talked dirty to her, told her how hot she was, how tight her cunt felt, urged her to fuck me hard. Again she climbed quickly to her pleasure heaven. Her body rocked against me as an enormous orgasm burst through her body. She wailed and screamed, shivered and shook. I slowed the pace; let her recover just a little.
Again I moved her legs, this time with knees bent up beside her breasts, my arms between her thighs and calves, hands on the bed on either side of her body to support myself, her arse and snatch tilted up at my tool. I fucked harder, faster, more roughly than before. I talked to her, urged her to fuck me hard, to think only about my cock as I plunged it in and out of her dripping cunt. Simone urged me to fuck her, told me she wanted to feel me cum.
The pressure pleasure built in my balls and belly. Simone’s nails clawed at my back. Her mouth sucked at my tongue, her cunt clenched at my cock. Perspiration drenched our bodies. She wailed her way to orgasm. I grunted and groaned, cried out in ecstasy, as the spunk pulsed and pumped out of my cock into the gaping depths of her hot tight cunt. Slowly, slowly we returned to reality on the bed, our bodies entwined, our kisses and caresses gentle.
We lay side by side on the bed and let our bodies cool. Cum dripped from my flaccid tool. Simone said she could feel cum running out of her, and loved it. She asked did I mind if she slept for a while in my bed. I reminded her that we should be concerned about her sister. She said she’d be up before her. We slept.
Next day I was up very early, Simone still sound asleep in my bed. I checked Serena. She too still slept. I had a quick shower and shave, put on a T shirt and shorts; decided to do some of the household and farm chores; watered the small vegetable patch; fed the dogs and chooks; collected the eggs; fed a couple of pigs in a sty down behind the implement shed. Back at the house I made a cooked breakfast with strong coffee, on trays, and woke each of the girls in turn. From each of them I received knowing looks and coy smiles, for different reasons of course.
They arranged that Serena, accompanied by myself, would do the paddock check. Grinning at us Simone told us to behave ourselves. Serena drove, I did the gates. She shyly thanked me for looking after her so well, and asked me not to tell her mother. I assured her it was our thing. We had an interesting happy few hours together, and worked hard too.
Sunday afternoon was quiet and restful. Simone did some ironing. Serena and I had a siesta, separately. Early that evening Simone had a girlfriend invite her to accompany her to the local drive-in; Simone offered to include Serena and I, but we both declined; Serena to study, me to read. As she left Simone suggested we both be good, with a smirk. I wondered about that!