Two Sisters Pt. 02

The next evening, Michael had an early dinner. On his way past the reception to the lift, he made sure that Lisa saw his greeting nod. She responded with a smile and a quick look at her wristwatch.

Not expecting her arrival before ten, Michael had a leisurely shower. Then, in his dressing gown, he sat down at the desk and opened his iPad Air to check his mail and to go over some of his prepared lectures for Innsbruck.

However, this time his normally disciplined mind could not focus on such a task. Like Rita, Lisa was coming to fuck. But unlike with Rita -- who had been a stranger he met in a drunken but strangely fortuitous interlude - Lisa's arrival filled Michael with uncertainties.

With Lisa, Michael had an unresolved first-love past. It could, he feared, inhibit him from fucking Lisa in the uninhibited, pleasure-releasing way he and Rita had enjoyed. Unless -- his problem was that he found it difficult to imagine - the for him in his youth so untouchably pure Lisa reveals herself as an adventurous, sex-hungry, neglected hot woman.

He was unsure how he or Lisa would overcome their initial inhibitions, and if their intended fuck would become a tokenistic humping or a mutually enriching, pleasure-filled experience.

He could do nothing but wait.

Lisa entered without knocking. Closing the door, she pressed her back against it. With her head raised and eyes closed she stood in silence for long seconds, summonsing her courage as she offered herself to Michael's eyes.

In high heels, her stockinged, shapely legs vanished into a dark skirt whose tightness accentuated the swell of her thighs. As she pressed against the door, the alluring hillock of her pubes pushed against the skirt's cloth and her aroused nipples tented the silk of her blouse.

Her entrance had happened so quickly that Michal could only turn in his chair. He gasped in surprise before he uttered:

"God, Lisa. You are sinfully beautiful standing there! You have come and I'm stunned."

She looked down at him with an uncertain smile and took a faltering step:

"Will you stay stunned, Michael, if I walk now into your arms like naughty Rita did into your bed?"

As Michael stood up, Lisa rushed into his opening arms and hers locked around his neck as her body, admitting its need, pressed against his. With her lips almost touching his, Lisa whispered:

"It's time, Michael, for our first kiss. It's long overdue. I wanted it..."

As Michael's lips touched hers, Lisa's talking stopped. With a hot-breath moan, her lips parted and a risking-all tongue pushed deep into his mouth to engage his in swirling copulation. When it eventually, teasingly, withdrew, his tongue followed to invade her mouth. Eventually, in their hectic to and fro, their tongues conquered each other into gasping submission.

During their long spell of ever-sexier kissing, Michael's hand had slid up under her blouse. Finding no bra, one of his hands cupped a lasciviously squirming tit while the other searched for the blouse's hidden buttons. With matching eagerness, Lisa undid the waist strap of Michael's dressing gown.

Fighting for breath, Lisa continued with what their kiss had interrupted:

"Yes, Michael, I wanted you to kiss me like that all these years ago. And like now, I wanted your hands on my breasts and your fingers on my virgin pussy. All the girls in the club wanted you to do it to them. They only left you alone because you and I were the champions playing together. They believed -- and I let them -- that we were sexually involved. But you never kissed me or touched me. I was too shy to let you know what I wanted. Even now, I needed Rita to give me a push."

"You are much more daring now, Lisa!"

Lisa had undone the sash of his dressing gown and spread it open. She looked at Michael's trim athletic body and, without hiding it, long and lusting on his rampant cock. Then she whispered, "You kept in great shape; you are as sexy as then." She giggled, "And with me now sinful beautiful, it may turn out great that we waited for our first fuck."

"Why the singular? Are you set on only one?"

As he asked, Michael turned Lisa around and slid both hands under the blouse onto her breasts and his thumbs began to caress her excited nipples. Then kissing her neck and drawing his tongue to her ear he murmured:

"You have me already naked; it's your turn now. Do you want to take off your blouse or your skirt? You came without a bra; what is under your skirt? Sexy panties? Or were you naughty and came bare-pussy? That would be dangerous; as you can see, I am rock-hard and ready to fuck."

With an embarrassed giggle, Lisa pushed her tits hard into his hands and stretched her neck against his lips as she began to unbuckle her belt. Then, suppressing a peal of welling-up laughter she reached for the zips on either side of the skirt. With the skirt's body-hugging fit, she had to wriggle it down over her ass and thighs. Bending forward to push it down, the skirt slid out of the way of Michael's cock.

It had pressed against Lisa's skirt-sheltered behind. But now, its tip slid into the warmth of an unsheltered crack. As the skirt slid down to her ankles, Lisa greeted the cock's sudden prod onto her pussy with a moan. She had come naked and what was happening was so much more than what she had dared to hope for. Michael's hands slid down her trembling belly and onto her shivering pubes. Then his fingers stole down to part the already hot-slippery lips of her pussy.

Lisa arched back into his arms and cried out:

"Don't make me wait any longer, Michael! Fuck me, fuck me now! I want your cock in me, deep in me!"

Michael turned Lisa around. Reaching behind her he moved his iPad Air aside. Pushing her ass against the edge of the desk he murmured:

"Spread out on this desk, it will not be a first-time, gentle-shy fuck for us. Is this what you want?"

As he reached for her ass to lift her onto the desk she cried, "Yes, Michael, God, yes!" and she pulled his face in for a wild, wet kiss. For long, long seconds it stopped him from lifting her. Instead, his fingers dug into her buttocks as he ground her heating-up pussy against his rampant cock. Whenever it blindly touched the churning opening of her cunt, Lisa whimpered and gasped.

When Michael finally lifted her ass on the desk, Lisa lay immediately back. She watched his dressing gown fall to the floor. Naked, with his cock pointing at her sex, he stepped between Lisa's spread and raised legs. Her hands moved down and with her eyes on him, her fingers spread the lips of her pussy invitingly open.

Lisa may have expected that he would ram his cock into her spread-open cunt but Michael, for long seconds, only looked at the pink-glistening lushness of Lisa's pussy. Then, gripping his cock, he began to slide it up and down the hot slippery crevasse offered to him between Lisa's shaking fingers.

Looking down at her lust-filled but now blushing face he asked, "Does my looking at your hot-lovely pussy embarrass you?" Guiding his cock's tip first to her cunt's opening for a few only teasing intrusions and then to her clit for a prolonged press and rub. Lisa gasped, "Don't look, Michael. Please fuck me!" but he continued:

"I would never just blindly fuck you. I want you to show and give me your beautiful pussy and cunt. And your gorgeous tits and shapely ass. Don't you want more from sex than getting humped in an eyes-closed, shameful fuck?"

Lisa listened but found no words of replay. In looking down at Lisa' cock-stroked pussy, Michael saw that its play and Lisa's pressing fingers had raised her clit into an attention-demanding prominence.

He could not resist. Sitting down on the chair, Michael brought his tongue onto the sensitive pearl that had already escaped its sheltering sleeve. In the following minutes, as his tongue and teeth took tantalising possession of Lisa's clit, her moans and cries, her stuttered demands for more and more of his mouth' sweet torture, gave him the answer to what kind of sex Lisa hungered for.

When he felt the first jitters of a climax in her pussy and thighs, he stood up. Gathering her legs and pushing them back almost to her shoulders, he pressed slowly the full length of his rod into Lisa's extremely tight but hot-slippery cunt. Crying out in lust and pain, she wanted to hold him in but his second thrust made her gasp a hoarse "Yes! Yes!" Hovering already on the brink, the third and the fourth thrust deep into her cunt, pushed her screaming into the torrent of an orgasm that left her body arching and twisting on the desk.

Michael withdrew and sat back on the chair. Lisa's tight-hot cunt and wild surrender had pushed him close to a too-early coming. Lisa's shacking and twisting legs - still in glamorous stockings and high heels --were still on his shoulders. He had held on to them in sitting down.

Before his eyes now was the unexpected sight of Lisa's hand clawing her glistening, just fucked pussy. She knew that he watched as first two, then three of the fingers wormed through the juice-seeping opening to dive deep into her cunt. It triggered a final spasm which jerked up and shook Lisa's ass in a final burst of coming.

Eventually, Lisa pulled her legs from Michael's shoulders. She sat up on the desk's edge and when Michael held out his arms, Lisa swung her leg over his lap and reached down to guide Michael's stiff, unrelieved cock into her still-wanting cunt.

But Michael grabbed her wrist and said:

"If we fuck now - after you made me watch your naughty fingers - I will come too soon. Getting older, I don't recover that quickly. I want to take you to bed now. You are not even undressed and we have not had a proper foreplay. Or have you come for just one, plain, quick fuck after all these long years?"

"I did not know what to expect. But listening to Rita, I hoped for more."

Lisa had reached down to rub his upright rod against her pubes and belly. After pressing her opening lips against his for a hungry, confessing all kiss, she whispered:

"God, I want this cock to fuck me again and again. I know now that I will be getting from you what no man has ever given me -- lust-filled, guilt-free sexual pleasure. And I want to give you what I have never given to any man before, all, with never a NO. Let us get into bed!"

She got off his lap. Michael watched as she walked with measured steps to the bed. He was struck by the breathtaking sexuality of her long, dark stockinged legs, further accentuated by Lisa's high heels. And these marvellous legs flowed into a beautifully contoured ass that swayed naked under the loose silk of her blouse. Before the bed, she stopped and waited.

For Michael, Lisa's approach to their bed was as sexually stirring as Rita's striptease had been the night before. Stepping up to her, he slipped his hands under her blouse and cupped her boobs. They were a beautiful handful and their nipples quickly stirred against the palms of his hands. He murmured in Lisa's ear his joking complaint:

"You were so quick in shedding your skirt to give me your hot-lovely pussy. You did not unbutton your blouse for me. Will you do so now? You want me to see and make love to your beautiful tits, don't you, Lisa? You love showing them off as much as flashing your pussy, don't you?"

With the last button undone, and her blouse falling open, Lisa swallowed her laughter:

"Are you complaining that I gave you my pussy first? You asked and I did because my wicked cunt was itching for your cock. So, my titties had to wait a bit longer for their touch. They had done so for a long time. At eighteen, the thought that you might brought my fingers to my pussy. You, making love to my naughty tits now, still excites me the same."

She slipped out of her blouse and let it fall to the floor. Putting one knee on the bed, Lisa lifted her arms over her head and stretched out her tits, "Do you like them? Are they as sexy as Rita's? Come on Michael; make love to them. Drive me crazy." Then she let herself sink back on the bed and stretched out her arms for Michael to join her.

They joined for a long, at first, gently probing kiss while his fingertips traced over her right breast. It quickly had an electrifying effect. Every time his fingernails passed over its nipple, it grew and hardened. Eventually, Lisa, lusting for more pressed her aroused boob into Michael's firm, no longer teasing, grasp. And when his fingers twirled and pulled her now stiffly aroused nipple, Lisa's tongue madly entwined his.

Michael took it as a signal to shift his mouth down on Lisa's neglected, now arching up tit to suck and bite its nipple into a peaky display. Lisa's hands pressed him down, urging his mouth to suck and bite harder. And then she pulled his ravaging mouth to her other breast. His now free hand stroked down her side, over her hips to come at momentary rest on her thigh.

Lisa, moaned, "Yes Michael, yes!" and pulled his head back to the other breast. Her legs twisted and Michael's hand closed over her pussy and his fingertips slid into its slippery slit. Lisa cried out, "Yes, Michael! Eat me! Touch me!"

Over the next minutes, as she more and more frantically shifted Michael's ravaging mouth from tortured boob to boob, her demands became, for Michael's ears, a lust-charged love song of whimpers and cries and panted barely comprehensible words. At first, one, then two of his fingers had sunk deep into Lisa's tight but hot-slippery cunt, for an in-and-out and a bending and twisting exploration of her cunt's most nervy spots.

Eventually, with fevering fingers clawing his hair, Lisa began to push his face down her midriff. When his tongue sunk twirling into her navel her body heaved up with a moan. It turned into a cry moments later when her hands had forced his mouth into her golden bush, and his teeth closed over her mons.

It was clear that Lisa wanted now her pussy eaten like her tits but Michael wanted to make her wait. Pulling out of her grip, he kissed his way up again, over her heaving navel and bite-marked tits, to her lips to whisper:

"God, Lisa, making love to your beautiful tits turns me on. But you are still not undressed. I'm going to strip you of your dangerous high heels and sexy stockings. Your beautiful legs will give me more naughty ideas."

Getting off the bed, he reached for one of her legs and pulled it close. Lisa giggled as she lifted it and threateningly pointed its heel at Michael's balls. He quickly removed the danger to his groin only to see it as quickly replaces by Lisa's other armed foot. With this shoe removed, he reached up for the black lace top of her stocking and slowly peeled it down and let it drop to the floor. Then, grinning down at Lisa -- with his eyes avoiding her spread-open groin and half-open glistening pussy -- he lifted her foot to his mouth and covered it with kisses. As his tongue licked up her sole and his teeth closed over her big toe Lisa burst into a body-twisting laughter.

Then, Michael sat down. Still gripping her leg, he turned sideways to kiss his way quickly up to the inside of her thighs. Slowing down, he covered her soft flesh with sucking kisses, each one marking her as his, as his mouth came ever closer to her quivering sex. And then, with her thighs spread wide open, Michael slowly drew his tongue over the pussy lips' hillock and through the sex-tasty heat of its licked-open gash.

After covering the inside of her other thigh with searing kisses to the top of her stocking, he knelt up and quickly peeled the stocking down. Hooking his arms under her knees and raising her thighs, he bent forward over Lisa. As he asked, his cock already parted the lips of Lisa's pussy:

"What do you want, Lisa? You were pushing me down to your pussy before. Do you want to be eaten first and then fucked? Or fucked, and eaten, and fucked and eaten again? Tell me; you are no longer shy, are you, Lisa?"

"Fuck me, Michael, God, fuck me first! But do you want to eat then my wet pussy? You know how wet I get from before on the table. I can't stop coming like that with you."

Michael lifted Lisa's ass off the sheet and pulled her so close that the tip of his cock touched her pussy's glistening slit. The slightest push would have parted the lips but he held back. He wanted from Lisa more than a token consent.

"With you, Lisa, I like nothing more than tasting your just hard-fucked cunt. And eating it into another climax."

"God, Michael, if you like tasting me, eating me like that, fuck me! Fuck me hard, eat me up, make me cum, again and again!"

As soon as Michael pushed his cock's head into Lisa's opening pussy lips, her hand was down to press it, as she cried out in lust, onto the opening of her already hotly aroused cunt. But hers was not a mature women's one, loosened and widened by childbirth and the ravaging cocks and fingers of many lovers.

Therefore, Michael did not push his cock in to the hilt as had done when he fucked her first on the desk. Enjoying the hot, tight nervy grip of her cunt, he slowly, with gentle but ever deeper thrusts, opened her cunt to the pleasure of quivering for the next cunt-filling thrust.

As he fucked her with slow, deep probing thrusts for long minutes, his low voice told her what a beautiful and so sinfully sexy woman she was and how he loved fucking her while she allowed him to look down on her body twisting and her hands caressing her tits. He loved her brave shamelessness in showing off her tits and hot pussy, and how it made his cock hard. Also, how her wild sexy kissing made him into a daring-all lover. It always told him of her hunger and what she wanted in their sexual play.

Was it his cock stirring up her cunt or his hot words seducing her mind, it triggered the shaking in Lisa's thighs and in her pelvis pressing against his cock. Her stammering, "I'm coming, Michael, I'm coming!" made him quickly withdraw and slither down.

As his mouth fastened on her quivering pussy and his tongue drilled into her cunt's palpitating opening, her pelvis began shaking in repeating spasms. And then Lisa's hand and her convulsing thighs locked his face and mouth onto her pussy as it filled with the hot juices of her climaxing cunt. And Michael licked and drank and discovered how much the heady taste of Lisa's coming turned him on.

While the spasms of her climax gradually weakened, Michael continued his oral pleasuring. He pushed his tongue, time and time again, onto and through the pulsating opening of Lisa's hot-fucked cunt.

By the time Michael's lips and teeth moved onto Lisa's hyper-sexed clit, the shivering of her pussy under his lips, the shaking of her thighs, and the high pitch of her whimpering told that she was already on the brink of another coming. The sweet torture of her clit, of his sucking and biting, and the lashing of his tongue, pushed Lisa into the vortex of orgiastic surrender.

Lisa met it with a lust-charged, drawn-out howl that turned into a fit of wild laughter as Michael, on releasing her clit, began to draw his tongue up over her mons, her heaving belly and straining tits to her hungrily opening mouth. As their tongues joined in wild copulation, his rock-hard cock slid unaided into Lisa's insatiable cunt. She panted, "Yes, Michael, I want it. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me again!"

"How would you like to be fucked? What is your favourite position? On your knees, from behind? Or side on? We have already done it on the table. Are you like Rita? Would you like to ride me? Did she tell you that she did?"

Lisa did not answer in words but she started the move by pushing Michael sideways. And then, twisting and turning in unison with him, she straddled him with his cock still firmly in her cunt.

As she sat up, a pained 'Ah' escaped her as the tip of his rod touched her cervix but then, as she quickly lifted and sank her cunt slowly down again, her face lit up and she laughed in triumph. Then, with interruptions and her voice hoarse with excitement, she whispered: