30-06-2019, 01:37 PM
SHIRLYN SLEPT BADLY, tossing and turning, her mind filled with the vision of her sister, her beloved sister, Sheila, fucking their Uncle Calvin ... Sheila moaning and gasping and writhing and sweating ... bucking and jerking and whimpering like a whore ... like a *whore* ... as Uncle Calvin thrust his big cock in and out, in and out, in and out ...
The jangle of the doorbell snapped her wide awake. She knew it must be the milkman. She groaned and slipped out of bed. Whoever was up earliest had to answer this first bell. She slipped on a long housecoat and went out across the silent hall. The rest of the household slumbered on.
The door was slightly ajar when she went out to answer it. Shirlyn stopped. It was always bolted each night, but now the bolt and the door were open. She felt a twinge of unease as she peered cautiously around the door. She was just in time to see Sheila and the milkman disappear into the stuffy little store-room that opened off the landing.
Her jaw dropped in shock as she realized at once what was going on for, as Sheila stooped from the waist to undo the padlock on the store-room door, the milkman was right there with her, grinning, his hands caressing her buttocks and she was smiling wantonly over her shoulder at him.
Shirlyn's pulse pounded. Sheila was at it again. This time, with the milkman! Out here! Where anyone coming up the stairs could see! First thing in the morning, and Sheila was horny as a bitch in heat!
Suddenly Shirlyn realised that the store-room landing was probably the best place for Sheila if she wanted an early morning fuck with the milkman. The flat was on the top floor of the building, and no one came up except to go to the terrace, and no one went there till very much later in the day.
The store-room was a separate little room with no access from their flat. It served as a larder and store for junk. Besides, the flat was the only one on the floor -- unlike the lower floors which had two flats with doors facing each other across the landings. Inside the house or out on the landing would be much too risky at this time.
The store-room was perfect and Sheila had obviously used it before. Shirlyn waited till they had disappeared into the room, closing the door behind them and then stepped silently across the landing and pressed her eye to small hole in the door. It gave her an unobstructed view into the room.
It was small and dank and stuffy and lit by a single, naked overhead bulb on a long wire. Shelves lined three walls, filled with large jars and aluminum bins, the year's supply of cereals and pickles, some old pillows and sheets, discarded clothes tied in bundles.
Sheila wore a totally transparent negligee that reached just to her crotch and nothing else. She was evidently naked under it. Her body looked gorgeous and sexy. Shirlyn bit her lower lip as she felt her body flush with sex-heat. She squeezed her breasts, fondled her crotch, realizing with a start that she was no better, perhaps worse than Sheila; she wanted it, too desperately.
Sheila was on her knees before the milkboy. His shorts were rucked to his ankles. He was gasping and moaning, his head rolling on his shoulders, his hips pumping. She sucked his cock hungrily, his hips bucking at her face, her head moving swiftly to and fro, to and fro, to and fro. The boy's erect cock shone and throbbed in her fist as she masturbated him the while.
Her tongue swirled rapidly over his cock-head and she cocked an eye at his face and seemed to smile in pleasure at the lust on it. She thrust her face forward and took his cock deep in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her head rocking back and forth before his juddering loins.
The handsome young lad thrust his hands down her nightgown and groped her breasts, squeezing them feverishly. His shirt was undone. He had a smooth, lean well-muscled torso. He was good-looking, fair-skinned, with fuzz on his upper lip and sharp features. He couldn't have been more than seventeen.
Sheila sucked relentlessly on his penis, harder and faster, till he caved in and exploded in her mouth with an animal grunt. Like Kenny had done with Susan and Calvin with Sheila, the milkboy shot thick jets of sticky white spoot into Sheila's mouth. She let it dribble down over her face and lips and neck and down her cleavage, caressing her face with his prick, licking it clean.
The boy pushed her head away and bent to tug on his shorts.
"Don't be so late if you want to fuck me," she said, looking a little annoyed. "I was waiting and waiting."
He grinned lewdly at her, cupped her breast. "Horny slut. Had to get my ticket, I'm off to my village on tonight's bus." He grinned at her expression of dismay. "But don't worry, bitch ... got a temp to come in. Specially chose him for you. You're gonna like fucking him. He'll be here tomorrow."
The boy buttoned his trousers and Shirlyn turned and fled back to her bedroom, diving under the covers and turning her back and pretending to be asleep. She heard Sheila come in a minute later, and crossing over, look down at her younger sister, just checking. Shirlyn steadied her breath, her eyes closed.
Sheila moved away at last and Shirlyn sighed inwardly. She heard her sister open her cupboard, a rustle, and then she went into the bathroom. Shirlyn immediately thrust her fingers into her crotch and began masturbating frantically, orgasming within seconds with a stifled groan.
It was very sexy. Very, very sexy. She could hardly wait to watch Sheila the next morning.
Her excitement woke her at the first chime of the doorbell the next morning. Shirlyn lay in bed, feigning sleep, as she heard Sheila slip out of the room. She waited until the door was closed and then stole over. Across the room, on the far side, Harry slept with his face to the wall, snoring softly. Shirlyn peered out into the hall. Sheila was at the door, handing the boy the milk coupons. She was dressed, like the previous day, only in a short nightgown of some transparent material, clasped loosely at the throat. She was quite obviously naked beneath it.
The jangle of the doorbell snapped her wide awake. She knew it must be the milkman. She groaned and slipped out of bed. Whoever was up earliest had to answer this first bell. She slipped on a long housecoat and went out across the silent hall. The rest of the household slumbered on.
The door was slightly ajar when she went out to answer it. Shirlyn stopped. It was always bolted each night, but now the bolt and the door were open. She felt a twinge of unease as she peered cautiously around the door. She was just in time to see Sheila and the milkman disappear into the stuffy little store-room that opened off the landing.
Her jaw dropped in shock as she realized at once what was going on for, as Sheila stooped from the waist to undo the padlock on the store-room door, the milkman was right there with her, grinning, his hands caressing her buttocks and she was smiling wantonly over her shoulder at him.
Shirlyn's pulse pounded. Sheila was at it again. This time, with the milkman! Out here! Where anyone coming up the stairs could see! First thing in the morning, and Sheila was horny as a bitch in heat!
Suddenly Shirlyn realised that the store-room landing was probably the best place for Sheila if she wanted an early morning fuck with the milkman. The flat was on the top floor of the building, and no one came up except to go to the terrace, and no one went there till very much later in the day.
The store-room was a separate little room with no access from their flat. It served as a larder and store for junk. Besides, the flat was the only one on the floor -- unlike the lower floors which had two flats with doors facing each other across the landings. Inside the house or out on the landing would be much too risky at this time.
The store-room was perfect and Sheila had obviously used it before. Shirlyn waited till they had disappeared into the room, closing the door behind them and then stepped silently across the landing and pressed her eye to small hole in the door. It gave her an unobstructed view into the room.
It was small and dank and stuffy and lit by a single, naked overhead bulb on a long wire. Shelves lined three walls, filled with large jars and aluminum bins, the year's supply of cereals and pickles, some old pillows and sheets, discarded clothes tied in bundles.
Sheila wore a totally transparent negligee that reached just to her crotch and nothing else. She was evidently naked under it. Her body looked gorgeous and sexy. Shirlyn bit her lower lip as she felt her body flush with sex-heat. She squeezed her breasts, fondled her crotch, realizing with a start that she was no better, perhaps worse than Sheila; she wanted it, too desperately.
Sheila was on her knees before the milkboy. His shorts were rucked to his ankles. He was gasping and moaning, his head rolling on his shoulders, his hips pumping. She sucked his cock hungrily, his hips bucking at her face, her head moving swiftly to and fro, to and fro, to and fro. The boy's erect cock shone and throbbed in her fist as she masturbated him the while.
Her tongue swirled rapidly over his cock-head and she cocked an eye at his face and seemed to smile in pleasure at the lust on it. She thrust her face forward and took his cock deep in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her head rocking back and forth before his juddering loins.
The handsome young lad thrust his hands down her nightgown and groped her breasts, squeezing them feverishly. His shirt was undone. He had a smooth, lean well-muscled torso. He was good-looking, fair-skinned, with fuzz on his upper lip and sharp features. He couldn't have been more than seventeen.
Sheila sucked relentlessly on his penis, harder and faster, till he caved in and exploded in her mouth with an animal grunt. Like Kenny had done with Susan and Calvin with Sheila, the milkboy shot thick jets of sticky white spoot into Sheila's mouth. She let it dribble down over her face and lips and neck and down her cleavage, caressing her face with his prick, licking it clean.
The boy pushed her head away and bent to tug on his shorts.
"Don't be so late if you want to fuck me," she said, looking a little annoyed. "I was waiting and waiting."
He grinned lewdly at her, cupped her breast. "Horny slut. Had to get my ticket, I'm off to my village on tonight's bus." He grinned at her expression of dismay. "But don't worry, bitch ... got a temp to come in. Specially chose him for you. You're gonna like fucking him. He'll be here tomorrow."
The boy buttoned his trousers and Shirlyn turned and fled back to her bedroom, diving under the covers and turning her back and pretending to be asleep. She heard Sheila come in a minute later, and crossing over, look down at her younger sister, just checking. Shirlyn steadied her breath, her eyes closed.
Sheila moved away at last and Shirlyn sighed inwardly. She heard her sister open her cupboard, a rustle, and then she went into the bathroom. Shirlyn immediately thrust her fingers into her crotch and began masturbating frantically, orgasming within seconds with a stifled groan.
It was very sexy. Very, very sexy. She could hardly wait to watch Sheila the next morning.
Her excitement woke her at the first chime of the doorbell the next morning. Shirlyn lay in bed, feigning sleep, as she heard Sheila slip out of the room. She waited until the door was closed and then stole over. Across the room, on the far side, Harry slept with his face to the wall, snoring softly. Shirlyn peered out into the hall. Sheila was at the door, handing the boy the milk coupons. She was dressed, like the previous day, only in a short nightgown of some transparent material, clasped loosely at the throat. She was quite obviously naked beneath it.
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