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{ASSM} JJK02 [2/4] {Sigerson H.} (MffF cons inc)
WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not
wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, delete
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Jack, Kelly, & Kimmy Book 2 - Part 2
A continuation of Jack, Kelly, & Kimmy 1
Formerly posted as Blame it on the Air conditioner
By Sigerson H.
Copyright January 2000
Do not post or repost without the authors consent
Mff-cons-inc
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Begin Part 2 of JKK02
Mrs. Mace
I went over to Jack's house after his sister left. I wanted to
drop off some fresh baked muffins for breakfast. I was feeling
lonely that morning because it was my wedding anniversary. Or at
least it would have been if my husband hadn't died.
I looked in the kitchen window as I walked to the door and almost
dropped the plate of muffins. Jack was lying on the floor naked!
His two daughters were also naked! And they were doing things to
him that no daughter should do to her father!
I started back to my house shaking at the sight I had just
witnessed. I picked up the phone to call the police. No I thought
to my self. You must have misunderstood what you saw. Go back and
make sure.
I walked back and looked in the kitchen window. I hadn't been
mistaken. What they had been doing before had been bad enough. Now
Jack was having intercourse with Kelly! And he was allowing Kimmy
to witness his molestation of her sister! My God the man was an
animal!
I turned away to go telephone for help. Those girls needed my
protection and by god they were going to have it!
But I didn't turn away. I continued to watch. I felt stirrings in
my loins that I had not felt since before my husband died.
I was disgusted by the scene before me. I was also fascinated by
it. I looked closely at the face of Kelly as her father ravished
her in front of her innocent little sister. I frowned. Kelly did
not look displeased at what was happening. She was smiling at her
father. She was bucking her hips up to meet each thrust of his
penis. My, god! She was enjoying it. I remembered the sexual
episodes that I had had with George. My hips had bucked like that.
Eager to get every inch of his magnificent penis into my vagina.
But what about Kimmy. That pure, sweet, innocent girl. Surely she
must be very upset at seeing what her father was doing to her
sister. She must be very confused and distraught by the horrible
event she was being forced to witness.
I looked again. Kimmy had her crotch over her sister's face now.
But Kimmy did not look like a girl who was being sexually abused.
Kelly was performing cunnilingus on her younger sister. And Kimmy
was thoroughly enjoying it. Kimmy was riding her sister's chin
like an expert. I felt the familiar tingle start in my own sex as
I watched the vignette before me.
I ran back to my house. I started taking off my clothing as soon
as I closed my door. I was totally nude by the time I got to my
bedroom. I opened my nightstand and took out my favorite dildo.
It emitted a soothing hum as I turned it on. I ran the dildo along
my vulva. God, that felt good. I thought about the scene next
door. I wanted George's penis inside me. I thrust my dildo into my
sex.
I thought of little Kimmy having her vulva licked by Kelly. I
missed that, too. George and I had both married Agnes. We all
slept together every night for almost ten years. We had all had
sex with each other on most of those nights, too. Agnes and I were
both bisexual and had enjoyed each other as much as we enjoyed
George.
I was close to an orgasm now. I imagined George plunging his penis
into me again and again. But the face I saw over me was Jack's. I
tried to replace the face with George. I couldn't. I reached
orgasm with the smiling face of Jack in my mind and Jack's penis
in my vagina.
That was the first time I pictured another man having intercourse
with me when I masturbated. I felt that I had betrayed George and
Agnes. I turned off the dildo but didn't take it out. I cried my
self to sleep with my dildo in my vagina.
The Dildo was stuck in my vagina when I woke up. I had to get my
self aroused enough to get some lubrication to avoid experiencing
any pain when I pulled it out.
I cleaned my self off and got dressed again. I was wondering what
to do about Jack and his two daughters when Kimmy came into my
yard.
"Hello, Mrs. Mace," she said "How are you flowers?'
Kimmy had startled me. I was thinking so hard about what to do
about her and her sister that I hadn't heard her come into my
yard. I almost dropped the flower I was about to set in the
ground.
"Hello, Kimmy," I said. "How are you this morning?"
Kimmy squatted down beside me. She was wearing very baggy boxers
shorts like a lot of young girls wear. But when I looked at her I
could clearly see that Kimmy was not wearing panties. Her labia
majora were clearly visible through one leg of her shorts.
I felt my face turn red with embarrassment. I wondered how I could
tell Kimmy that she was exposing herself to me without
embarrassing her. I settled for just ignoring the problem for now.
"I'm fine, Mrs. Mace," said Kimmy. "Could I talk to you about
something very serious?"
I was startled again. Perhaps she needs to tell another adult
about what went on at her home this morning I thought to myself.
Good. Now I can decide what to do. I looked at Kimmy again. I was
so glad that she had decided to trust me with this problem. Kimmy
was still exposing her genitals to me. I felt myself blush again.
I stood up to get Kimmy's sex out of my line of sight.
"Of course you can, dear," I said. "Let's go in the house where we
can be comfortable. You know you can talk to me about anything
that is troubling you."
I poured two glasses of lemonade and we sat in the living room. I
sat on the couch so that Kimmy could sit beside me but she sat in
my recliner rocker directly across from me and promptly exposed
herself again.
I spent the next half-hour trying to talk to Kimmy without looking
up the leg of her shorts. My own clitoris was starting to tingle
at the thought of having sex with another woman. It had been so
long since I had slept with Agnes. Since I had felt her breasts
against mine. Since I had caressed her vulva and clitoris with my
fingers and tongue. Since she had caressed mine.
"What's wrong, Mrs. Mace?" Kimmy asked. "You look so sad. I think
you need a hug."
Kimmy got off the chair and finally hid her sex from me again.
When she hugged me the feel of another girl's body against mine
and the smell of a girl's hair reminded me so much of Agnes that I
burst into tears.
I held Kimmy and cried for a long time. Kimmy was getting anxious
about my behavior. I could tell that she was getting scared. I
forced my self to regain control.
"I'm sorry, Kimmy," I said between sobs. "You didn't do anything
wrong. Looking at you reminded me of my wife, Agnes. She died ten
years ago with my husband, George. I loved them very much. Today
is our anniversary and I have been thinking about them a lot
today. I'll be alright in a minute."
Kimmy climbed into my lap and rested her head against my breast as
she hugged my neck. My nipples tingled alarmingly. I could feel my
nipples harden and press against Kimmy's cheek.
"How could you have a wife?" asked Kimmy. "You're a lady. Ladies
have husbands."
"I did have a husband," I said. "Both of us married another woman
because we were both in love with her, also. The three of us were
very happy together. You know that some women only like other
women don't you Kimmy?"
"Yes," she said. "Sheila at school lives with her Mom and her
Mom's partner Beth."
"Well," I continued, "some women like women and men both. I met
Agnes when we were in college together. I fell in love with her
and we lived together after we graduated. Later, while I was
working, I met George. I fell in love with him, also. I had an
affair with him. I couldn't stop loving Agnes though and I finally
confessed to Agnes what I had done. George and Agnes and I sat
down to discuss the situation and she found that she liked George
also. George moved in with Agnes and I and we married a year
later. The state didn't recognize our marriage, but we did. And
that's what counts."
Kimmy hugged me again. Her lips were only a fraction of an inch
from my nipple. I wanted so much to press her little head against
my chest so that her lips could suckle my breast.
And have her run from my house screaming about the child-molesting
lesbian next door.
"You miss them very much, Mrs. Mace," said Kimmy. "Why don't you
come over to my house for lunch. You can spend the day with Kelly
and me. Daddy's gone until tonight and we can play at our house.
Then you won't be so lonely."
I wanted to refuse. I was afraid that my escalating sexual desire
would cause me to touch Kimmy and ruin everything. No, I would go
with her. I needed to be with other people now. That would help me
regain control.
"I'd love that, Kimmy," I said. Are you sure Kelly won't mind?"
We walked next door holding hands.
Kelly was curled up in a chair in the living room. She was paging
through her date book and looking very worried. That meant one of
two things. Late period or late boyfriend.
"Hello, Kelly," I said. "How are you? Kimmy invited me for lunch."
"Hello Mrs. Mace," said Kelly. She glanced up only long enough to
be polite. She paged back another month in her date book. Late
boyfriend dropped out of the running.
"How late are you, dear?" I asked.
"Eight da." Kelly started to say.
She looked like a trapped animal.
"That's not out of line at you age," I said. "Kimmy could you run
back to my house for my purse. I left it on my dresser."
"Sure," said Kimmy.
She was off in a flash.
"Could you be pregnant?" I asked.
"Yes," said Kelly. "We always used condoms but onetime I smeared
his cum all over my belly and pussy. I washed it off a few seconds
later I swear I did."
A tear started down one cheek.
"Have you seen a doctor or tried a pregnancy test?" I asked.
"No," choked Kelly. "I couldn't buy a kit at the drugstore. My Dad
would find out immediately."
"I'll go buy you a pregnancy test kit," I said. "Let's find out if
you are before you start worrying about telling your Father."
"Thank you, Mrs. Mace," sobbed Kelly. "I feel like such an idiot.
How could I let this happen?"
I hugged Kelly. Once again I felt the tingle of my nipples against
the breast of another woman. This time though there were nipples
pressing back. My nipples ached from the hardness. Did I feel
Kelly's nipples poking into my breasts also? Don't think that way
I scolded myself. That could only lead to disaster.
I let go of Kelly as Kimmy arrived back.
Kelly
I was astonished to see Mrs. Mace walk in with Kimmy. She was a
nice lady but she was very stodgy and proper. I had seen Kimmy
flashing her pussy at me all morning. I was used to ignoring Kimmy
when she got to be a pain. I wondered how Kimmy had managed to
avoid giving Mrs. Mace a view of my sister's cute little pussy.
"Hello, Kelly," said Mrs. Mace. "How are you? Kimmy invited me for
lunch."
"Hello Mrs. Mace," I said. I didn't want to talk to anyone right
now. Especially not some stuffy old woman who just wouldn't
understand anything. I started counting the days between my
periods from six months ago. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, .
"How late are you, dear?" Mrs. Mace asked.
"Eight da." I started to reply automatically. I had had that
figure stuck in my mind all morning long. I answered reflexively.
Halfway through my answer I got a sick feeling in my stomach.
Could Mrs. Mace tell I was pregnant already? Was I showing?
I felt sick. Morning sickness I thought. She would tell Daddy.
Daddy would be angry. He would be disgusted with me. He wouldn't
love me anymore.
"That's not unusual at you age," said Mrs. Mace. "Kimmy could you
run back to my house for my purse. I left it on my dresser."
"Sure," said Kimmy.
"Could you be pregnant?" asked Mrs. Mace.
"Yes," I said. I suppose I should tell her everything. Maybe
should could help my dad understand. I could use another adult on
my side and Mrs. Mace was not calling me a slut or a bimbo. "We
always used condoms but onetime I smeared his cum all over my
belly and pussy. I washed it off a few seconds later I swear I
did."
I started to cry.
"Have you seen a doctor or tried a pregnancy test?" She asked me.
"No," I said. "I couldn't buy a kit at the drugstore. My Dad would
find out immediately."
"I'll go buy you a pregnancy test kit," said Mrs. Mace. "Let's
find out if you are before you start worrying about telling your
Father."
"Thank you, Mrs. Mace," I said. I just couldn't stop crying now. I
was so relieved that someone was going to help me. "I feel like
such an idiot. How could I let this happen?"
Mrs. Mace hugged me. I felt so safe in her arms. A woman hadn't
hugged me since Mom had left. Aunt Stella thought it was the
height of familiarity to give me a peck on the cheek. Mrs. Mace
was not at all reserved with her hugs. I felt her breasts squash
against my own tits. Her nipples were hard enough to poke me
through my sweatshirt. My own nipples poked her right back. My
pussy started telling me to kiss Mrs. Mace to get things moving. I
had just started to follow my instincts when Kimmy came back. Mrs.
Mace stiffened and let go of me. It felt like I my lover had
walked away just before my orgasm.
"Listen, girls," said Mrs. Mace. "I just remembered that I have to
buy some things. Why don't I do my shopping and I will bring back
some hamburgers for our lunch?"
"Sounds good to me," I said.
"Can I go with?" asked Kimmy.
"Not this time, Kimmy," Said Mrs. Mace. I'll be back in a few
minutes."
Kimmy pouted after Mrs. Mace left.
"She didn't take you because she didn't want you flashing your
pussy at everyone," I said.
"What do you mean?" asked Kimmy.
"I mean, dork, that you're not wearing panties and every time you
lift a leg every Joe Blow in front of you can see all the way to
munchkin land. Mrs. Mace was probably too polite to mention it,
but I bet you have been shoving your bare pussy in her face all
morning long."
"Well," said Kimmy, "every time she looked at she blushed and
looked away really quick. I thought I had some thing on my face
like a booger or a zit."
"She wasn't embarrassed because of something on your face, she was
embarrassed because of lack of covering on your cunt. Couldn't you
feel the breeze on your pussy? You spent part of this morning
flashing yourself at me. I should think that you would at least
remember to put on panties when you go out in public. I hope you
at least managed to keep your hands out of your shorts while you
were visiting."
Kimmy blushed and looked mortified.
"Oh, God," I groaned, "don't tell me you finger fucked yourself in
front of her."
"No," said Kimmy, "I did not. I just had to scratch my pussy a
couple times."
"Why don't you just hang a sign around your neck that says 'I have
no class whatsoever?' I can't believe you are related to me."
Kimmy burst into tears. I hadn't meant to hurt her that much.
"I'm sorry, Kimmy," I said. I didn't mean it. Sometimes you do
things without thinking them through. That's just part of being
twelve. I should have told you to put something on when I saw you
leaving."
Kimmy's sobs decreased to an occasional sniffle.
Before I could say anything else I heard a car drive into the
garage. A minute later Dad walked in.
"Hi, girls," said Daddy. "I have some good news and some bad news.
The good news is that I do have the job. The bad news is that I
have to leave for California tonight."
I didn't like where this was going. Maybe I could head off the
rest of the bad news by offering an alternative to what I feared
was coming.
"That's great, Daddy," I said. "And you don't have to worry about
Kimmy. I'll take good care of her while your gone. We'll celebrate
after you get back."
Daddy frowned. My diversion hadn't worked.
"I can't leave you two alone for two nights and two days," said
Daddy. "That's just too much responsibility to put on you, Kelly.
No, I have arranged for you to stay with Aunt Stella. I'll drop
you off on my way to the airport and pick you up on the way back.
You'll have fun staying with her. You can go shopping at the
Mall."
"We won't have fun at her house, daddy," I said. "I don't think
she knows how to have fun. I can take care of myself and I can
take care of Kimmy. I don't want to go to Aunt Stella's!"
"I don't either!" said Kimmy. "I won't go!"
"Girls," pleaded Daddy, "I can't leave you here alone. Please
don't fight me on this. Even if you can look after yourselves for
two days, it just isn't right to make you do that at your age."
I saw Mrs. Mace returning from the store just then. Maybe she
could be our ally. She would be walking in the door in less than a
minute so I had to work fast to get Daddy backed into a corner.
One leading questions should be enough.
"Why don't we get another opinion on that Daddy," I said. Ask Mrs.
Mace if she thinks we can stay alone for two days. If she says we
can will you let us stay here?"
"Mrs. Mace isn't here, Kelly," said Daddy. "If she was, I'm sure
she would agree with me."
"Regarding what would I agree with you, Mr. Johnson?" asked Mrs.
Mace.
Daddy was startled to have her suddenly appear at our door just as
he mentioned her name.
"Kelly was just telling me that I should ask you if Kelly and
Kimmy could stay here alone while I went to California for two
days," Said daddy.
"And what is your view on that matter, Mr. Johnson?" asked Mrs.
Mace.
"I don't think they should be left alone for two days," said
Daddy.
"I see," said Mrs. Mace. She looked at Kimmy and me. Then she
looked at my Dad.
"I agree with you, Mr. Johnson," said Mrs. Mace. "You can't leave
two young girls alone for two days."
I was stunned into silence. I felt betrayed by an ally.
"Thank you, Mrs. Mace," said Daddy relieved to have another adult
on his side. "Get packed girls, I have to get to the airport in
three hours."
"There's no need for them to pack, Mr. Johnson," said Mrs. Mace.
"They can stay here."
Daddy looked confused. Kimmy looked confused. I felt confused.
"Mrs. Mace," Daddy said hesitantly.
"I just have to pack a few things for overnight and I can be back
here before your ready to leave," said Mrs. mace. "There's no
point having two girls pack their things to move next door when
only one person needs to pack. The girls can stay here and I would
be pleased to look after them while your gone."
Daddy finally caught on.
"I don't want to impose on you," said Daddy.
"If it was an imposition, I would not have volunteered," said Mrs.
Mace. "The girls clearly don't want to stay with their Aunt and I
can't say that I blame them. We have been having a pleasant chat
all morning and are getting along fine. We can continue to get
along fine for two days while you take care of business in
California. You should get packed, Mr. Johnson. You have a plane
to catch."
Daddy looked at Kimmy and me. "Is it alright if Mrs. Mace looks
after you while I'm gone?" asked Daddy. "Will you girl's mind
her?"
"Yes!" said Kimmy and I together.
"I'll get packed then," said Daddy. "Thank you very much, Mrs.
Mace."
"Call me Jill, Mr. Johnson," said Mrs. Mace.
"Call me Jack," said Daddy.
Daddy left to pack.
Mrs. Mace gave me a look that made my heart stop.
"How dare you try to do that to me, young lady," she said quietly.
"I was tempted to let your Father take you two off to your Aunts
because of what you tried to do. The only thing that saved you
from that fate was my own good nature and my own distaste for that
woman."
"But, Mrs. Mace," I said, I don't know."
"And now you want to lie and deny it," said Mrs. Mace. "Perhaps I
should remember an important out of town meeting and tell you
Father I can't stay."
"No, please stay with us," I said. "I'm sorry I tried to use you
to manipulate me dad. I won't do it again.
"That's better," said Mrs. Mace. She handed a sack of burgers and
fries to Kimmy. "Here's the lunch I promised you girls. Put this
on the table, Kimmy. Kelly and I will join you in a few minutes."
Mrs. Mace took my arm and said, "Where's the bathroom? Lets do the
first test."
In the bathroom, Mrs. Mace read the instructions quickly. She
handed me a tinfoil packet.
"Wipe your vulva with this," she said.
I hesitated. Did Mrs. Mace really want me to take my pants off in
front of her?
Mrs. Mace smiled at me. "I'm a doctor, Kelly. I've watched women
do this before. I promise you I will not be embarrassed or curious
to see what you have."
I took off my shorts and panties to clean my pussy. "I didn't know
you were a doctor," I said.
"I still am a doctor," said Mrs. Mace. "I just haven't seen a
patient for a while. I still have an examination room in my house.
I intend to resume practice sometime. Now hold this stick in your
urine stream."
Mrs. Mace turned her back and I peed on the stick. I held it out
to Mrs. Mace.
"Just put it on the counter, Kelly," said Mrs. Mace. "Now we wait
ten minutes. You can get dressed now."
"Thank you for helping me, Mrs. Mace," I said, "or should I call
you Dr Mace?"
"Just call me Jill," she said. "I have seen your bare bottom, I
think that classifies us as being close enough for first names."
"How come you stopped being a doctor?" I asked her.
"I didn't stop being a doctor," said Jill. "I just stopped seeing
patients for a while. I'm planning to move back to Hadleyville
next year and resume my practice."
"Are you from Hadleyville?" I asked. "My Daddy was born there."
I was surprised that she even knew the name of the town. It only
had about five hundred people. I knew the name of the town only
because Daddy told us he had been born there. We had never been
there to visit.
"I've not been there since I was about a year old. I was adopted
when I was one and my adopted mother told me that I was born
there. I wanted to find out if I have any relatives who can tell
me about my birth mother."
"What a coincidence," I said. "Daddy was adopted also. He went
back to Hadleyville once but nobody would talk to him about his
mother or father. They just said everybody in that family was dead
or moved away."
Jill's watch emitted a short beep.
"Time," said Jill. "Let's see if you're pregnant."
I closed my eyes. "You look for me, please," I said. "I'm afraid
to look."
It seemed to take her forever to look.
"You're not pregnant," Jill said quietly.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," I said as I hugged her.
"That's quite all right, Kelly," said Jill. "Let's go eat."
We met Daddy coming out of his room. He was carrying his suitcase
to the car.
I hugged him, too. "Goodbye, Daddy," I said. "Have a nice trip."
I ran to the kitchen to get something to eat. I was famished now
that I knew I wasn't pregnant.
Kimmy
Mrs. Mace told me to call her Jill when she and Kelly finally got
to the kitchen.
She blushed as she sat down at the table to eat lunch. I was sure
she couldn't see up my shorts any more so I don't know what was
embarrassing.
Kelly was in a lot better mood, too. Maybe Jill had talked to her
about her attitude before they joined me.
Daddy ran back into the house to get his laptop computer. On his
way back to the car he stopped to say goodbye again. He leaned
down to kiss Kelly and Daddy's hand automatically went to Kelly's
breast. Jill saw it happen but didn't say anything about it to
Daddy or Kelly.
Daddy squatted down beside my chair to say goodbye.
"I want you to be a good girl, Kimmy," said Daddy. "You mind Mrs.
Mace and Kelly. I'll be back in the day after tomorrow."
Daddy kissed me and let his hand stray to my lap. I was sure he
wanted to pat my pussy but he just let his hand rest on my leg.
And then he left.
I listened to Kelly and Jill talk about fashions and boys movie
stars and things like that. Every time Jill made a gesture with
her hand her boobs would wiggle under her blouse. And every time
her boobs wiggled her nipples would get a little harder.
I was getting turned on watching her nipples harden and soften. I
wondered if she was wearing a bra. She must be wearing a bra.
She's so old her tits would be sagging if she wasn't wearing one.
She must be as old as Daddy at least.
After lunch Jill went back to her house to pack an overnight bag.
As soon as she left Kelly was all over me.
"Stop staring at Jill's tits, Kimmy," said Kelly. "You are
starting to remind me of some of the boys I knew in the sixth
grade. They couldn't keep their eyes off any breast that was in
their line of sight."
"I'm not staring at her tits," I said. "I was admiring her
blouse."
Kelly and I stopped arguing when Jill came back. Neither of us
wanted her to send us to Aunt Stella's.
Jill kept trying to get me to join the talks she was having with
Kelly but Kelly would step in and change the subject to something
else. She acted like Jill and her were best friends and I was just
a tag-along. I stopped trying to join them.
I tried bugging Kelly by flashing my pussy when she or Jill looked
at me. Kelly looked disgusted. Jill just smiled at me an shook her
head.
While we were watching a movie that night I shoved a hand down my
pants to play with my pussy. Kelly rolled her eyes at me. Jill
stared at me for a few minutes until I got embarrassed and quit.
The movie ended just after 11:00.
"Kimmy," said Jill, "could you help me make up a bed on the
couch."
"Why don't you just sleep in Daddy's bed?" I asked
Jill blushed a deep red. "I'm not sure your father would approve.
I would hate. I can just sleep on the couch."
"No you can't," said Kelly. "Nobody can. It has lumps in all the
wrong places. Just lie down and try it."
Jill tried it.
She sat up in ten seconds.
"Nobody can sleep on this couch," Jill said as she rubbed her
back. "You win. I'll sleep in your father's room."
We all went to our separate bedrooms.
"Good night, girls," Jill said from Daddy's door.
"Come to my room at midnight," Kelly whispered to me. "My cunt is
itching for an orgasm."
I nodded in agreement and went to bed. I didn't bother with a
nightshirt. It would only slow Kelly and me down when we started
making love.
I played with myself for an hour so that I would be ready for
Kelly. I almost came a couple times but stopped just short of an
orgasm.
As soon as my clock showed 12:00 I crawled out of bed and tiptoed
down to Daddy's room. I peeked in the room to make sure Jill was
asleep. She sure was. I sniffed the air. The womanly scent of a
fresh orgasm perfumed the room. Jill had jacked herself off before
going to sleep, I chuckled to myself. I closed the door.
Kelly was waiting for me. She was sitting on her bed with her legs
spread and one hand in her pussy. From the pungent odor of pussy
juice she had been following my example for the last hour.
"Time for your bedtime snack," said Kelly as she patted her
gleaming pussy lips. "Just don't get any of the hairs stuck in
your teeth."
Well, Daddy did say to mind Kelly as well as Jill. I nibbled
Kelly's lisps. I pinched her clit with my teeth. Kelly sucked in
air with a hiss.
"Easy, Kimmy," she said. "That's the only clit I have. I'm going
to need it when I'm old and want an orgasm just before I die."
I used just my lips and tongue to gnaw on Kelly's pussy lips.
Kelly's juices started to flow. She really was primed for an
orgasm.
I suckled on her clit like a baby suckles on a tit. Sucking it way
back into my mouth and using a combination of suction and pressure
to milk sensation out of Kelly's clit.
I felt Kelly grip the sheets in sexual tension. Every muscle in
Kelly's body cried out for release. I eased back on the pleasures
I was giving to my sister. The release would be sweeter if she
waited just a little longer.
End of Part 2 of JKK02
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