delight coursed through her and the familiar tight knot of an impending climax began to form behind her clitoris. He allowed the vibrator to play in the same spot until she was gasping, urging herself on in the climb towards release, but just as she was about to come he removed the stimulation and the delicious tremors slowly faded, leaving Tania close to tears of frustration.
Crispian was enjoying himself. He always liked having Tania strapped to the frame and at his mercy, but today it was even more exciting because he was imagining having Annabel in the same position some time soon.
Leaning forward he opened up his stepsister once more and this time he let his tongue run up and down her soaking inner channel, now and again easing the clitoral hood back so that he could flick the stiff tip of his tongue directly against it. Each time he did this Tania’s legs went rigid in the stirrups and her eyes started to roll back with ecstasy, but he never allowed her to topple over into an orgasm.
For Tania the thrilling torture was almost unbearable and she could hear herself screaming at him to hurry and let her come, but the more she screamed the slower he worked. Just when she felt certain that she couldn’t bear the relentless teasing a moment longer, Crispian lubricated one finger with some soothing jelly and slid a hand beneath Tania’s bottom. Then he let his tongue slide in and out of her incredibly moist opening while his lubricated finger moved in and out of her back passage in exactly the same rhythm.
Now the tightness was all over Tania’s body and her breasts were so swollen she felt as though they might burst unless she came quickly. Her neck was covered with a pink flush of arousal and there were beads of perspiration between her heavy breasts.
Keeping his tongue and finger working together, Crispian let his spare hand slide up his stepsister’s rippling belly until it reached her left breast. He massaged it softly for a moment and then his fingers gripped the nipple hard and he extended it as far as possible, still massaging it firmly.
For Tania this final touch was all that she needed. Now it felt as though the electric current between her thighs had joined with another one from her breasts; every muscle in her body seemed to bunch and coil before finally exploding as his tongue swirled round and round inside her. As the climax gripped her, Crispian felt her internal muscles tighten around his tongue and the walls of her rectum clenched violently as he slid a second finger inside her there.
Tania was only aware of the fact that Crispian was filling her everywhere, either with his hands or his tongue, and she screamed with delirious delight at the shattering explosion he’d finally allowed to course through her.
When she’d finished she waited for him to unfasten her from the frame, but instead he stood up and let his trousers fall to the floor as he pushed himself into her, moving hard against the tender flesh, his hands gripping her fastened hips.
‘I want you to come again, when I do,’ he muttered.
‘I can’t!’ wailed Tania.
Muffling a curse, Crispian slid his hand across her body until it was resting on her pubic bone. Then he allowed his fingers to stray lower and as his own orgasm approached he beat a slow steady tattoo just above her still-swollen nub and immediately she felt her body racked by a second climax. Crispian threw his head back in triumph as he felt her contracting around him at the exact moment that he came.
Along the corridor, Annabel heard his shout of triumph and wondered what the noise was.
Chapter Three
AT EIGHT-THIRTY IN the evening, Annabel heard a gong sound in the distance. Assuming that this was intended to summon them downstairs, she left her bedroom and walked straight into Crispian, who was coming out of Tania’s room, adjusting his cufflinks. The conventional dinner suit accentuated his fair good looks and Annabel wondered briefly what he’d be like as a
Crispian was enjoying himself. He always liked having Tania strapped to the frame and at his mercy, but today it was even more exciting because he was imagining having Annabel in the same position some time soon.
Leaning forward he opened up his stepsister once more and this time he let his tongue run up and down her soaking inner channel, now and again easing the clitoral hood back so that he could flick the stiff tip of his tongue directly against it. Each time he did this Tania’s legs went rigid in the stirrups and her eyes started to roll back with ecstasy, but he never allowed her to topple over into an orgasm.
For Tania the thrilling torture was almost unbearable and she could hear herself screaming at him to hurry and let her come, but the more she screamed the slower he worked. Just when she felt certain that she couldn’t bear the relentless teasing a moment longer, Crispian lubricated one finger with some soothing jelly and slid a hand beneath Tania’s bottom. Then he let his tongue slide in and out of her incredibly moist opening while his lubricated finger moved in and out of her back passage in exactly the same rhythm.
Now the tightness was all over Tania’s body and her breasts were so swollen she felt as though they might burst unless she came quickly. Her neck was covered with a pink flush of arousal and there were beads of perspiration between her heavy breasts.
Keeping his tongue and finger working together, Crispian let his spare hand slide up his stepsister’s rippling belly until it reached her left breast. He massaged it softly for a moment and then his fingers gripped the nipple hard and he extended it as far as possible, still massaging it firmly.
For Tania this final touch was all that she needed. Now it felt as though the electric current between her thighs had joined with another one from her breasts; every muscle in her body seemed to bunch and coil before finally exploding as his tongue swirled round and round inside her. As the climax gripped her, Crispian felt her internal muscles tighten around his tongue and the walls of her rectum clenched violently as he slid a second finger inside her there.
Tania was only aware of the fact that Crispian was filling her everywhere, either with his hands or his tongue, and she screamed with delirious delight at the shattering explosion he’d finally allowed to course through her.
When she’d finished she waited for him to unfasten her from the frame, but instead he stood up and let his trousers fall to the floor as he pushed himself into her, moving hard against the tender flesh, his hands gripping her fastened hips.
‘I want you to come again, when I do,’ he muttered.
‘I can’t!’ wailed Tania.
Muffling a curse, Crispian slid his hand across her body until it was resting on her pubic bone. Then he allowed his fingers to stray lower and as his own orgasm approached he beat a slow steady tattoo just above her still-swollen nub and immediately she felt her body racked by a second climax. Crispian threw his head back in triumph as he felt her contracting around him at the exact moment that he came.
Along the corridor, Annabel heard his shout of triumph and wondered what the noise was.
Chapter Three
AT EIGHT-THIRTY IN the evening, Annabel heard a gong sound in the distance. Assuming that this was intended to summon them downstairs, she left her bedroom and walked straight into Crispian, who was coming out of Tania’s room, adjusting his cufflinks. The conventional dinner suit accentuated his fair good looks and Annabel wondered briefly what he’d be like as a
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