Stacy King and I

I followed her body up to her heaving breasts where her nipples were poking out through her tank top, harder than I had seen them earlier in the day. While her breasts were tremendous, her nipples were not overly large, surprisingly. Occasionally Stacy would open her eyes and look at me, from my eyes to my crotch, but then back to my eyes. After a few moments she would close her eyes again to focus on her own pleasure.

My dick was again rock hard and straining against my shorts, but I didn't dare touch it. I was tempted, but as far as I knew we were playing to even the score, so she was just catching up. I didn't want to risk that by blowing my second load in her presence.

I was practically hypnotized by her subtle, yet apparently effective performance. Her hips began moving in circles and she was writhing on the bed right beside me. She opened her eyes to look at me again, never changing pace, and moved her left hand from under the pillow, and she snaked it up under her shirt to give a silhouette of her feminine hand against the straining cotton fabric. I watched her hand make the journey from the hem of her shirt, up to her right breast before the knuckles arched as she grabbed a handful of her own breast. She continued to watch my face, alternately opening and closing her eyes. She would begin moving her left hand from nipple to nipple, her hand changing the landscape of her shirt as she stroked her breast, grabbed handfuls of flesh, and pinched her own nipples.

Soon enough her breathing became frantic and she began letting out guttural, almost imperceptible moans. Her movements became more frenzied and her brow furrowed almost as if in concentration, but her eyebrows raised and her eyes suddenly squeezed shut while her hips thrust at the quickened pace of her hand.

She looked at me and with an excited tone, she called to me, "Thomas! Tho...oh...T! Look! Watch me! Your sister is cumming on your bed! Watch me cum for you, T!"

My eyes were glued to her face and we locked eyes as she convulsed and lost all breath, small noises escaping her throat while her mouth held open wide before her eyes rolled back into her head and a final long grunt dragged out over her pink lips and perfect teeth.

After a few moments, she dropped back onto the bed, exhausted. Looking at me with sleepy eyes, she drew her hand from her shirt, resting it beside her on the bed, her fingers touching my hand. She pulled her other hand from her shorts, glistening with her orgasm. Looking me in the eye, her hand approached her mouth and I watched her as she sucked on each of her fingers, cleaning them of her own arousal.

She crooked her finger, beckoning me closer. As I leaned in, she placed her index finger on my lips, the finger that had just been rubbing her clit or possibly had been fucking her pussy. I could smell her pussy on her hand. Pressing her finger to my lips, she whispered, "Shhhh. This is our little secret."

End chapter 1