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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Parts 1 – 4: https://www.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1173911
Parts 5 – 8: https://www.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1175182
Parts 9 – 11: https://www.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1178550
Parts 12 – 15: https://www.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1180574
Part 16
Unbelievable! I had the go ahead from my wife to have fun with her sister! What the hell was going on?
“Well?” Clare asked. She now stood, legs slightly apart, hands on her modestly curved hips.
Managing to get my seemingly frozen legs to work, I took a step towards her.
“Good boy,” a wide grin adorning her face.
In four or five steps, I was stood in front of her. She looked me in the eye and saw nerves, fear, and doubt in them. My stomach was churning with the aforementioned feelings, but something was driving me forwards.
“Look, relax, go with the flow and enjoy yourself. I know I am! I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time!”
A long time? Eh? That was kind of interesting. I wondered how long Clare had wanted this. Surprisingly, this little ego boost also gave my confidence a shake. Maybe this was going to be okay?
My train of thought was broken by the movement of her right hand. She reached forwards with it and grabbed my bulge.
“Ooooof!” I grunted as she dug her hand into my balls.
“Kneel!” she commanded.
“That’s going to be hard with you grabbing my balls,” I sarcastically replied.
Whack! She drove her left fist into my solar plexus! Fuck me, it properly knocked the wind out of my sails.
“Smart arse. Just remember, I’m in control here, okay?”
Just like her sister, but a bit more physical. This time I wasn’t restrained though. Thinking I was in a better situation than I had been last night, I nodded.
“Good! Now fucking kneel!” she growled.
Dropping to my knees my eyes were level with the belly area. The aroma of sweet pussy nectar wafted into my nostrils. I looked at the panties and I could see they were soaking. My cock started to get hard!
Clare pulled the chair over and placed it next to me. She lifted her left leg and placed her high-heeled boot on the chair. This positioned her soaking wet gusset right in front of my face.
“Taste me.”
Eagerly, I moved my head and put my lips on the thin, wet material. The smell of her pussy enhanced the taste of her juices. The material felt slightly rough on my tongue and lips.
I started probing at her pantie covered pussy. It was frustrating having that material there, I wanted my tongue to be deep in her. Clare pulled my head into her, grinding her sopping knickers into my mouth, rubbing her clit on my nose. My dick was now as hard as it had ever been!
“Oh, you dirty bastard,” she gasped. As she moved her hips, I could sense her pussy opening under the flimsy material of her panties. Eager to please, I tried pushing the crotch of her panties into her wet gash with my tongue.
“It’s no good, she moaned, “These need to come off!” Clare moved her groin away from my pussy juice covered, face. She took her leg off the chair, slipped her thumbs either side of the thin waistband and lowered her panties down, over her boots.
As she did so, some of the wetness from her panties got onto her boots, causing them to shine even more.
Clare dropped her panties onto the table and lifted her left leg back on to the chair, exposing her delightfully shaved pussy. Her vulva was rosy red, flushed with excitement. It looked so inviting, I so wanted to kiss, tease and nibble it until it flowed like a river.
“Taste me,” she said again, placing her left hand on her pussy. I was a little confused, how was I meant to taste her if she had covered herself up?
Then I saw that her right hand was pointing to the wet areas on her boots! Surprisingly, my dick twitched with anticipation. Now, I liked a pair of sexy heels and boots, but I didn’t think I was one to enjoy cleaning a pair with my tongue. My cock thought otherwise!
Again, eager to please, I shuffled slightly forward on my knees, bent my head slightly and started to lick one of the damp patches on her boots. It didn’t taste as sweet as her knickers, but I still got a hint of the honey-like flavour. The feeling of my tongue on the smooth PVC material was something else. I couldn’t believe my tired cock was so rampant!
Without being told, I searched for all the damp areas and gave them a good clean.
“Well done, Steve. You are an obedient one, aren’t you?”. I was glad I had pleased her.
When I had finished, Clare gently pushed my head back so that I was forced to sit on my heels. Her pussy was about a foot from my face.
“I want you to sit on your hands, and do not move them. Also, you are to keep looking forwards, no matter what. Got it?” Her voice was clear and firm.
“Yes” and I nodded, showing that I understood. Raising my bum from my heels, I placed both hands, palms downwards, on to my heels. I then sat on the backs of my hands, semi-locking them in place.
When I finished moving, Clare edged forward until her beautifully aromatic vagina was a mere five or six inches from my slightly up-turned face.
Slowly she opened her clit hood with two fingers from her left hand. It was slightly darker than all the other areas of her pussy. Then, with her left index finger, she traced a long, slow line, up her inner left thigh, around her crotch and on to her exposed clit. As she touched it, she let out a little gasp.
Then she started to gently flick her clit with that finger. Sometimes the sensations would be too much, and her legs would buckle slightly. This nearly always brought her pussy within licking range. But I refrained from attempting it. This was ridiculously horny!
As she flicked and stroked her bean, I could hear the wetness accumulate in her love hole. Little trickles of pussy nectar ran down her right thigh. I so wanted to clean them up!
Soon Clare’s rubbing became quicker and broader. Her hand started moving really quickly over her clit. I noticed that her breathing was now in short sharp gasps, and I could see her legs trembling a little.
Good, I thought. She’s about to cum. Cum? Fucking hell! That was an understatement!
“Yes, yes, YES!” she screamed, and a torrent of warm fluid flew from her pussy, splashing into my face! It was so unexpected that it went into my eyes, up my nose and all over the rest of my face! It wasn’t as sticky or as pleasant smelling as her pussy juice, but it certainly wasn’t unpleasant!
As I had been temporary blinded by the first gush, I could only sense the others. Clare strained up to climax and gasped on release. As she gasped, I would hear or feel fluid hit me somewhere. Soon my clothes were as wet as my face. The fluid seeped through my t-shirt, ran down my torso and started running into my boxers!
“Fucking hell Clare”, I started to say. I was cut-short by an almighty SLAP across my face!
“F F F Fuck….ing sh sh shut…up”, she managed to say. I could hear her fidget around as she spasmed.
My cheek stung like a bugger! Trying to blink the fluid from my eyes, I could feel my eyes slowly drying out and I got worried that my eyelids were going to be clamped shut!
“Please, Clare can…” SLAP! My cheek took another ferocious smack!
That’ll be a no then. I sat on my hands, feeling my face sting and the juices on it start to dry out! I needn’t have worried though, as suddenly, I felt Clare’s hands on the back of my head. She pulled me into her gash.
“Eat me!” she growled.
Needing no further invitation, I started probing with my tongue. It slipped up into her open vagina. All the thick gooey love juices that coated her inside, were gratefully lapped up by my eager tongue.
Hearing Clare moan, I knew she was loving this! Keeping up the lapping for a little while longer, I then thought about getting my tongue on to her clit, which was currently being rubbed on my nose!
Slipping my head back slightly, I managed to extricate my tongue from her vagina. Then I set about working that gorgeous little clit!
“Mmmmmmmm Yes! Come on you dirty fucker!” she started to call out as she was nearing orgasm. Alternating between delicate tip of the tongue flicks, and full-on tongue licks, I sent her over the edge!
“Keep that up, please!” she begged.
A she came, Clare grabbed my hair and smashed her pelvic bone into my nose! The pain caused me to flinch a lot, which in turn, made me open my eyes! Her pubic mound was writhing and jerking, I could taste fluids running into my mouth.
Clare kept using my face to bring on the after pulses of orgasm. Each one was getting slightly less though and soon she eased her cunt off me.
Still experiencing the odd shudder, Clare muttered, “Fuck, that was good!” She rested her hands on my shoulders and slowly composed herself.
I wondered if that was it? Having experienced four orgasms in the last 16ish hours, I reckoned I’d be hard pushed to produce anything from my dick. It was rock hard from the most recent events, but I would have to fuck for hours to get him to cum.
Releasing my shoulders, Clare stood up tall, turned and sat on the chair her leg had been on.
“Well,” she said, “That was fun, eh?”
I nodded in agreement. “Filthy fun, I’d say” I added.
She nodded too. “Not quite the fun I told Sarah we would be having, mind you”.
What the fuck did she mean by that? What kind of fun had she told Sarah we were going to have? Doubts and worries again began to cloud my thoughts.
Clare lifted her phone from the table, tapped it a few times and passed it to me.
Looking down at the screen I could see the message trail from Sarah, the most recent one first:
Sarah: No problem Sweetie, have fun xx
Clare: Steve seems a tad spaced out today Would you mind if we got pissed today? I think he may be worried you’ll say no. xx”
The realisation hit me; Clare had done me like a kipper!
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fabulous read. Honestly one of the most entertaining 
