How I discovered my sister loves my dick

Good to all the world! Many thanks for the points and comments. The story is still going its course and I hope you like the direction it's taking.

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Now, I'll leave you the second part to enjoy.

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-Hey, Charly's birthday is the other Friday night. Are you coming? - Clara asked from across the table. We had just finished lunch at my parents' house, a tradition we almost always followed on Sundays.

Charly was a mutual friend of ours who grew up with us in the same neighborhood before moving to another area about five years ago. But last year he moved not too far from where my parents and sister lived, and we were able to rekindle our friendship. He was now in a relationship and looked good for it, nothing like the guy who used to sleep with anyone who would say yes at a disco.

-I don't know, I suppose so. - I replied, thinking I had to let Erica know that night I wouldn't be available. It was a complicated situation, as almost every weekend I had some client waiting for me to be available or my cock to be available, more like it. - But actually, I don't really know anyone. - I added, justifying myself a bit in case Erica didn't give me the OK.

-Come on, Charly's waiting. - My sister insisted. - Look, we're going with the girls.

-Oh, look at you. - I commented offhandedly, as if to make myself seem uninterested. Jessica and Betty were lifelong friends of mine. Both were the same age as my sister and had been inseparable since kindergarten. They were only children in their respective families, so I was basically the closest thing they had to a younger brother. If they were going, it was almost a guarantee that I would have a good time.

-Well, I'll confirm later.

-Ah, come on... - She started teasing me a bit. - You're sure you'll say yes in the end. - She closed with a smile.

-What a pain you are, sister.

-You call me sister? I'm older than you, kid. You're almost two years younger than me. - She replied indignantly.

-I have two heads on you. - I retorted with a smile. She had always been resentful of the fact that I was so tall while she had only grown a few centimeters during adolescence. - Big one at the fart. – She replied in a low voice, but not so low that nobody could hear her. - Well, let's not start an argument now. – My old man cut me off when I was about to respond to Clara. - How are you doing with your studies? – It was a clear attempt by my old man to change the subject, and Clara had already gotten up, which meant she got the last word. - Fine, I guess. – The truth is that I was barely making it through university. The work had very varied hours, and that wasn't helping me with my studies. Anyway, I didn't lose sleep over it because what I earned at my job wasn't enough to open doors to a better salary for me, but I preferred to keep up appearances so my old folks wouldn't bother me about this topic. - Do you still have a long way to go? – The damn question of life. There was no Sunday that my old man didn't ask me that. - Whatever is left, old man. I don't know how much longer it will take. – My response was automatic, almost like a recording that would play on its own as soon as I heard that question. – Well, I'm going to my room for a bit – I said, getting up so I wouldn't have to put up with another one of my old man's sermons about the importance of finishing a career, how my sister finally graduated at the end of the previous year, how she had a good job in town, and all the same things. My sister had landed a big study in the city and was earning well, but I was sure I earned more. Too bad I couldn't tell them that to their face, because nobody knew what I really did. According to the story I'd made up for them, I worked as an assistant at a small accounting firm, and had to go from one side of town to the other. That gave me a good excuse for my varied hours at the gloryhole. Employment would pay so well and I didn't want to see the shocked faces of my old folks if they found out where I was getting the money from in reality. I climbed the stairs up to my room on the first floor while thinking about all that and how I could talk to Erica about taking me out Friday night, when I passed by the hallway and saw my sister's room door open, with her changing back to me. A red waterfall fell down to her mid-back, so not much of her white shirt was visible. But it wasn't that which caught my attention, but the show happening a few centimeters below: Clara took off her jeans down to her ankles from lunch. I had always known my sister had a good body, but seeing her barely covered butt in a white thong while she put on a black cotton short was a completely different topic. It only took seconds, but I could notice some reaction in my groin area. Had she always had such a good butt? It seemed well worked out, really that booty looked sculpted so well it did. The thong went in between her cheeks and now she was starting to take off her shirt. - What are you looking at? My sister realized I was in the hallway. She was completely red-faced, but at the same time anger didn't take long to reflect on her face. She rushed to the door and slammed it shut with a shout of TARADO! - Wouldn't it be better if you left the door closed? I said loudly through the door as I walked away. - Stupid! I could hear her response despite already opening my room door. Finally, I entered my room and threw myself onto the bed to try to calm down my head. I looked around, finding some memories from the years I spent there. It had been a long time since I moved out, but it was always It would be and was my room. However, my poronga seemed determined not to forget Clara's butt and how the thong pierced it. What the hell was happening to me? It was my sister! Something wasn't right with me, I couldn't be that I had heated up with my sister. She was my little sister, even though she was the older one, I couldn't see her any other way. Yes, she was beautiful, there was no way to deny it, but from there to really think of her as a woman was a step I had never taken.

-But the slut mother... -I said in a low voice, feeling my erection continuing its path until leaving me very hard.

I decided to send Erica a message to get the image of my sister's butt out of my head. It was always complicated negotiating with my boss, but after so much time I had gained some confidence with her. Unlike some of my colleagues at the place, I never generated any complaints. The clients always left satisfied and I fulfilled my analyses and the advice given by Dr. group. In that sense, my dedication to work was exemplary and gave me something of a margin for certain exceptions.Hello boss. I wanted to ask a favor.
What do you need?– She responded a few seconds later. She always had her cell phone at hand, like every businesswoman who wanted to control her business at 100%.Would there be a problem if I ask for Friday night? I can be available the rest of the weekend if you need me to cover any shift. - Something's up? - Nothing that should worry you, but I need to ask for Friday night. - Ok. But it would be better for you not to mess it up. If you get the weekend, it would be better if you're ready. You know what happens if a client isn't satisfied. - Alright, thank you very much.A person who wasn't satisfied meant a cut in salary. That's how Erica was, you could earn very well if you followed her rules, but breaking them would cost you a lot of money. Anyway, I earned well and had enough saved up to take the risk of not satisfying the client. At least I knew I wouldn't get kicked in the ass. She already had earned enough money from me to cut me loose for a slip-up.

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The week went by quickly and Charly's birthday arrived almost without my noticing it. The job left me with a good memory, especially on Wednesday at noon, where my three fans shone again making me see stars once more. I don't know how they did it, but every time they came, it was like they were doing something new that managed to make me moan more than with any other regular customer.

I arrived in the car and honked the horn on the sidewalk of my house. I waited for a few seconds and saw one of my sister's friends waving at me to come in. Knowing how things went, I turned off the engine, closed everything up, and entered the house.

-¡Hola Pedrito! – I felt arms wrapping around my waist and a head resting on my chest as soon as I entered the living room. -¡Tanto tiempo sin vernos!

-Hola Jessi. – I said amiably, responding to the hug and lifting her up a few centimeters.

Jessica hadn't taken long to hug me like she did since I could remember. Something more than my sister's height, with black lacy hair that almost reached her waist, big dark eyes, and fair skin, what really caught attention was her girl-next-door face. Although I knew some stories about the kind of things she'd gotten up to, and she was far from an angel.

-¡Pedrito! – Now it was Betty's turn to be wrapped in my arms and lifted a few centimeters.

Betty (her real name was Beatriz, but everyone called her Betty) was also a little taller than my sister, with skin just as Clara that my sister's and Jessica, and their honey-colored eyes that characterized them. She and Jessica looked quite alike, to the point where we always joked that they were more sisters than Clara and I.

Betty had always been one for doing things with her hair, but since she had gotten a job at a law firm near my sister's workplace, she had given up on that habit. This time, she had let her black hair grow out in waves down to her shoulders, which was a strange sight for anyone who knew her.

Anyway, there was something about her that made anything done to her hair look good, including the time she decided to cut it so short it was almost shaved.

As I always did when I hugged her, I could feel Betty's breasts pressing against me. Her cleavage was legendary and drew attention wherever she wore it. That night was no exception, as she wore a white blouse with golden details that ended just above her navel. The weather was a bit chilly, but both Jessica and Betty were wearing black shorts that fit well and left their toned legs exposed, the result of my sister's training sessions.

-Well, Pedrito's not been himself for a while now, Jessica commented, scanning me with her eyes. I was going pretty normal, in a worn-out jeans and a loose shirt. We had a short drive ahead, but I liked to be comfortable when driving.

-Now he's Pedrote! she added with a giggle.

-How are you girls? I asked, sitting down on a couch opposite them.

-Waiting for Clara, Betty replied. -She's been getting ready for an hour now. She added, rolling her eyes.

-And how often does my sister not take long to get ready to go out? I asked loudly enough for my sister to hear from her room.

Clarita ALWAYS late. – Jessica added, joining in the provocation.

- I'm coming down! Stop messing around, I'm coming down! – My sister's response was heard from behind her bedroom door, which made us three laugh while we were sitting in the living room.

I had barely managed to pour myself a glass of soda when we heard the sound of the door opening and closing on the floor above, followed by footsteps on the stairs. My sister had finally made her grand entrance.

It had been some time since she last went out with her, so I wasn't used to seeing her so done up. To say she was tearing the earth apart would be an understatement; she could have split the Andes mountain range in two as easily as she looked. Her hair was loose, with its characteristic long waves, and she had applied blue eyeshadow and painted her lips a furious red. She wore a silk blue electric shirt that clung to her body, with some buttons undone that left a good view of her cleavage, and black high-waisted leggings that seemed like body painting. She finished off her look with blue heels that added at least 10 centimeters to her height.

- Finally you're down, sexy girl! – Jessica said as soon as Clara entered the living room. - Why do you always take so long to get ready?

-I just couldn't decide! – My sister excused herself. - How do I look? – She asked, turning around in front of us.

The instant she was facing away from me again, I could feel a tingle in my groin. That ass would have to be illegal. In my head, desires appeared to turn myself into those leggings so as never to stop being in contact with that treasure. Despite how tight they were, I couldn't help but notice that there was no sign of underwear, which meant she had something on that had gotten lost in the middle of her Booty or, worse still for me... imagination, I didn't have anything on underneath my leggings. -A slut, like always. – Betty replied, laughing loudly. - Are we already here? -Yes, come on, it's late. Charly said we should be there by 10 pm. – Clara looked at the time on her phone. -Is it already 10:30? The slut mother! – She then grabbed her purse and headed for the door, followed by her friends, while I closed the group trying not to look at my sister's ass, something that seemed as difficult as blowing out the sun from the street. We finally got into the car and drove to Charly's house. Clara was sitting in the front seat while Jessi and Betty had settled in the back. The trip was quick and we arrived at the birthday boy's house in ten minutes. -Finally, you're here! – Charly greeted us with his booming voice. He was a bear, there was no other way to describe him. He approached the metro ninety and easily exceeded one hundred kilos, all hairy and with a beard that reached almost his chest. It was Juan Pablo Sorín, forty kilos and twenty centimeters taller than before. – I was already thinking you had gotten lost on the way. – He invited us in with a smile from ear to ear. Immediately he made us go to the back of his house, which had a fairly large patio and a quincho where most people were chatting, drinking, and some dancing to the rhythm of cumbias from the 80s and 90s. -Diana! – Charly's voice was heard above the music. -Come and greet the guys! I still hadn't met Diana, and for a moment I was surprised. Tall, red-haired, clear-eyed, sculptural body, it was like running into Erica twenty years ago. She was wearing a red dress that reached her thighs and had an infernal neckline. You wanted to put on a hat and dive between those melons. -Hi guys. Nice to meet you all. – Diana greeted us with a smile the same size as her boyfriend's. Immediately I realized that she only resembled my boss in physical appearance, because she exuded a sympathy that I had never seen in that businesswoman who sometimes showed too much coldness and calculation. –So you're the famous Pedrito that Charly talked about so much! -A pleasure. -I said, while receiving her hug and feeling her breasts under the dress fabric. -I hope you've kept the illegal parts, it wouldn't be good if they accused you of being an accomplice later. –I said jokingly. -Stay calm, no one knows about the corpse in the river –Charly added, following the joke. We all laughed and Charly left to go with Diana back to the main door to receive other people who had just arrived at the party. The night had passed quietly for me, taking only soda and water since I had to drive later. My sister and her friends, however, had taken care of me and were already a little more cheerful than usual. I had withdrawn to the table where Charly had left the drinks and took something fresh. We had been dancing with my sister and her friends for a good hour, but trying to avoid contact with Clara. I didn't feel strong enough to control myself if she was too close to me, and I didn't have any prepared excuse if my groin betrayed me again. Telling her that she and her perfect Booty were responsible for my erection wasn't the best phrase I could say to my sister that night, or any other night. In all, I had survived until then, until the reggaetones started playing. What a way those three had of moving their asses! After a few minutes they left the dance floor and I saw them join together on the side and talk in hushed tones while laughing. Every now and then they would look at me and laugh again, which made me suspect that they were talking about me. My Suspicions were confirmed when I saw them crossing the improvised dance floor to get to my side. -Puffff… What warmth! – Said Betty as she leaned against the table next to mine after serving herself a glass of fernet with coca. Even with the little light there was in that area, I could tell she was a bit flushed, although if it was from dancing or the alcohol, I couldn't know. - It's not that hot – I commented over the music. – You guys haven't stopped moving your butt since we got here. – We had always had that confidence with Jessica and Betty, so we didn't have to worry about what words we used. - Well, let's see if you – pressed my chest with one of her fingers as if to reinforce the message – move your butt a bit, it's been half an hour since you've been here looking at nothing. – Jessica had emptied her glass and now grabbed my hand to drag me back to the dance floor to put me dancing again with them. - It was a lost battle. The few times I had gone out with my sister and her friends always ended the same way. They would end up dragging me around and I would let myself be taken. Resisting only served for them to insist even more. - The music played and they moved around me, but something strange felt like it was happening at that moment. It was subtle, but it gave me the impression that they were more attached than other times. A touch of a hand, a hip bumping softly against mine, suddenly one of them (I couldn't be sure, but almost certainly Jessica) stood in front of me, turned around and started to lean her Booty against my crotch while still dancing to the rhythm of the music. - It only lasted for a few seconds, and they kept dancing as if nothing had happened. I thought I heard a laugh behind me, but with the music so loud I couldn't be sure. Slowly, I began to understand the meaning of those glances they had been sending my way from across the room. Well, if they wanted to play by those rules, we were going to play by those rules. Now it was my turn to start playing around with the rocks. A hand on Jessica's hip or Betty's waist would suddenly draw Clara towards me and my hands would gently roam her neck for a few seconds (I didn't feel confident enough to put my hands lower at that moment, because they would have ended up on my sister's butt) before releasing her and dancing as if everything was normal.

When the time came, subtleties had been sent packing. At least Jessica seemed determined to get me seriously heated. If instead of a pantaloon, I had worn a cloth on my butt, she would have polished my groin without any problem since she was so stuck to me.

And what happened was obvious. My sister's daughter had left me completely hard and it seemed like Jessica had realized this because once again she leaned her butt against me and what she felt made her forget about moving it as before.

-Did you find anything interesting? I said into her ear, loud enough for her to hear over the music but not for anyone else.

I wrapped my arms around her and pushed my groin forward as if there was no doubt about what I was feeling. Seconds later, I let go of her and excused myself, saying I had to go to the bathroom. When I was reaching the door, I turned back and saw Jessica standing next to my sister and Betty, who were off the dance floor and seemed to be listening as Jessica told them what her Booty had felt. It looked like I had won this round.

-Were you going somewhere? I heard a voice behind me. Diana was also coming from the back and entering the house.

-I'm looking for the bathroom.-I said, shrugging my shoulders.-By the way, where is Charly? - I asked. My friend had left the quincho some time ago and I hadn't seen him since then.

-In the room, holding onto my friend Natalia.-The blonde replied naturally, as if she had just told me anything else. that had gone to buy bread on a Sunday at noon. -Come on, I'm serious, I'm asking you. – My brain refused to accept what Diana had said as if it were true. -Don't you believe me? –She raised an eyebrow carefully defined. - Come here for a minute, you'll see I'm not lying. Diana took my hand and led me to a staircase that went up to the first floor. I hadn't paid much attention to the decoration, but now that I was paying attention, I realized they weren't doing too badly financially. -I didn't tell you before, but honestly, the house is very good. – I commented as we were going upstairs. -Yes, it's actually my old man's, but he left it to us. Lower your voice now – She added, getting closer to a door at the end of a hallway. You could hear some moans on the other side of the door. -Do you like that? – Charly's voice was unmistakable, despite being heard panting. – Tell me now if I'm lying. –She whispered, challenging me to call her a liar. The moans from her friend had intensified. It seemed she had tried to respond to Charly, but her voice sounded muffled. -I'm sure she's just going to gag herself. – Diana commented in a low voice, taking my hand again to guide me back down the stairs. -What the hell is Charly doing with your friend today? – I asked as we walked up the stairs towards the ground floor. I didn't understand what was happening. I wasn't sure if Charly had finally made sense of things, but from there on Diana took her newfound tranquility about her boyfriend cheating on her while she chatted with me not to close at all. -It's her birthday gift. – She replied, as if that settled the matter and it didn't need any further explanation. -Ah, yes? Can you get me a gift for my next birthday then? – The situation was so ridiculous for me that I couldn't help but take everything she had just said in jest. -I thought you were a bit more open mind. –She said to me, as if she were a little disappointed with my attitude.

–I didn't mean to offend you, but I was surprised. –It was honest about what I was saying, really didn't quite get into my head all that stuff.

–Wait a bit… Did Charly never tell you? –Diana opened her eyes very wide when she saw me shaking my head.

–Ah... That's right! –She lightly hit her forehead with the palm of her hand. –Now I understand. –She said, as if she had connected the dots on her own. –Charly is a jerk! I thought you already knew that. –She said between laughs.

–Come, sit down here. Now I'll explain. –Instead of taking me back to the barbecue pit or showing me where the bathroom was, Diana took me to the living room.

–What did she already tell me what? I'm not understanding a thing. Can you explain what's going on?–

I was expecting some kind of explanation from her.

–Nothing out of the ordinary. We have an open relationship. –She had sat down in a armchair facing me, crossing her long legs with slowness, giving me a nice show.

–Now I've finally got it! That's why Diana was so calm... But something still didn't click for me.

–But then what makes it special that she's with your friend? –If they had that kind of relationship, then Charly being with Natalia shouldn't be considered something like a gift.

–It's an exception to our rules. –Now the blonde was using a didactic tone, I felt like I was in front of a high school teacher. –Except for some exceptions, we don't usually involve friends in our relationship. If they don't all have a fairly strong level of trust, it can end up breaking some couple, and that's not something we want to feel responsible for. So today is Charly's birthday, we had already talked to Nati, and she was okay with the idea. She and I were always very close and the truth is that Charly warms her up, so she was the ideal person for this.

–And what do you think you'll do while... So many? –I was about to get up and ask my sister if she knew about Charly and Diana when her response surprised me again.
-Well, I thought I'd ask you if you wanted to give me a good blow job with that huge package Charly kept talking about. –Her eyes had locked onto my crotch and her expression had completely changed. Now she seemed like a hungry wolf that had just found its prey completely surrendered to be devoured.
-What? –The words reached my ears again, but my brain refused to understand what was happening.
-It's my part of the birthday gift. –Diana uncrossed her legs and sat down beside me. –We always do this on each other's birthdays, both yours and mine. –She looked at me with her eyes while her hand now rested on my thigh, perilously close to the package that had caught her attention just a few minutes earlier.
-Come on, don't be an idiot, I saw you looking at my tits as soon as you came in the house – She whispered into my ear, her mouth pressed against it.
-I don't know what to say... –I'd been taken aback by that proposal and was still trying to make a decision. –Ugh... –I let out all the air I had in my lungs. Her hand had now landed on my cock and started caressing it softly. It being so similar to my boss only fueled my excitement. After our interview, I'd never touched Erica again, not even a hair, and the veteran was a truck, although for employees she was literally an object forbidden if we wanted to keep our jobs.
-Say yes and that's it. –Now Diana started unbuttoning my pants while her other hand caressed my neck.
-I need to go to the bathroom first. –I wasn't ready to say yes yet, and even though I'd gotten hot, I didn't think I was willing to risk being found by my sister or her friends in Charly's living room, getting it on with the host's girlfriend.
-Go to the one on the first floor, it's the one on the right, second door – She indicated to me, abandoning her attempt to take off my pants for the moment.

I took advantage of the opportunity and hurried up the stairs. When I finally arrived at the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror and washed my face with cold water. First, my sister and her friends wanted to mess around while we were dancing, then Jessica leaned on me and put her hand on my cock, and now the wife of an old friend was telling me she had all the desire to get together with me. It was too much for one night, I needed to relax.

Since I was there, I took advantage of loosening my pants a bit and letting my cock take some air. It had been bothering me quite a lot to be boner. The idea of giving myself a masturbation in that very instant came to my head. At least that would help lower the heat and think more clearly.

I was about to start when the bathroom door opened and Diana entered with bright eyes of excitement at seeing my erect cock ready for action.

-Do I interrupt something? – She entered, closed the door behind her -It seems your friend has already made a decision for you – The blonde approached and took my member in her hand while placing her lips softly on mine. -What do you say?

Played by played, to hell with everything. Happy birthday, Charly! We started kissing desperately inside the bathroom, our hands going back and forth over our bodies, although mine couldn't help but go every now and then to her tremendous breasts, and hers didn't stop stimulating me below.

Finally, the blonde unzipped her dress to let those melons out, which I began to kiss immediately, then concentrated on her nipples, which were already quite hard. An arm wrapped around my head, clearly indicating that she didn't want me to leave my task, which I was fulfilling with great pleasure, especially encouraged by Diana's moans, which she was enjoying a lot. When finally Her arm let go of me, I sat down on the toilet and spread my legs, as if telling her it was now her turn to use her mouth to give me pleasure. Diana looked at my cock in the same way I had seen her breasts, like a treat being offered for her to enjoy as much as possible. Not lazy or sluggish, she got down on her knees and started sucking me off with expertise. I didn't want her to be an expert in the matter, but after receiving all kinds of blows for two years, I could assure you that she was very good at it. I put my hand on her neck and it seemed like she took it well, because she let herself be guided a bit by me, asking her to increase the intensity of the movement. Finally, I got up, took Diana's head with both hands and started applying gentle pressure, paying attention to any signal she might give me that I should stop. Instead of complaining, she relaxed her throat and allowed two more centimeters to enter her mouth. That was when I started moving a bit, with short but rapid movements, as if I were sucking her off. A few seconds later, Diana gave me a couple of taps on the leg. Understanding the gesture immediately, I withdrew my member from her mouth and let her take a breath. -God, what a cock! She said, after taking two quick breaths. -I can't take it anymore, put it in already! -She then got up and pushed me to sit down on the toilet. Once there, she lifted her dress and turned around to face me, using one hand to run her fingers over the tiny black thong she was wearing at the time and exposing her completely depilated pussy. I passed my hand over her pubic area and it was completely wet. I took advantage of the moment to bring my face close and savor those bright juices that were begging to be licked. -Come on, please! I want it inside! Diana had already started begging, but I ignored her. I left her standing there for a few more moments with her legs slightly separated while I was returning the courtesy and dedicating myself to provoking pleasure for her with my tongue as much in the pussy as at the entrance of the anus.

Already her legs were starting to tremble a bit and her thighs were shining from so much flow she was releasing, when I finally ended my task and leaned back again, taking her waist and guiding her towards the feast that her use of the word: pussy desired to devour with such eagerness.

-This thing is going to split me in two –She sighed while starting to slowly insert my glans.

Once my head had made its way through, I started pushing while she was exerting force to go down. Only Erica had been able to withstand my member with ease, but she was clearly an expert in the matter, surely from so many interviews she had conducted before being with me.

When she finally ended up entering completely, my right hand approached her pubic area and I started rubbing softly, extracting several gasps while she began to ride me slowly.

I let her take the reins, and she enjoyed the slow movement and the entire length of my member. Then she pressed her back against my chest, offering me her breasts for my hands to enjoy, which started massaging them eagerly. From time to time I would squeeze her nipples a bit, which made her release a soft gasp, while an spasm ran through her body until I felt like her interior was squeezing me a little more.

After being that way for a while, she got up and leaned against the lavatory, lifting her butt well. The message couldn't be clearer, only a banner hanging from the bathroom ceiling saying give it to me all was missing.

If the blonde was asking... I stood up and approached her from behind, took her waist with one hand and held my cock with the other until she was stuck against her pubic area. Then I started passing the tip slowly, enjoying the gasps she provoked and the anticipation of going back to Enter that humid cavity. -Son of a slut... -The blonde said between moans - Slut once again. Mandala of a slut once again. I pressed my glans against the entrance of her pussy and penetrated until her buttocks collided with my body. -Ah, yes... like this... Give me a bomb! Take it hard! I saw her face reflected in the mirror and noticed again how much she resembled my boss. This gave me more grip and I started to increase the rhythm of my thrusts. Diana began to moan loudly, I could see her with her mouth open, panting with pleasure, fogging up the mirror as close as she had put her face. It was too much for me to keep myself in check, the heat was total and I decided to give it my all. -Do you like it? -I asked while I also started to pant from the effort. -By dioooooosss... Siiiiiiii -It was all she could manage to respond. She seemed to have entered a trance, her legs were trembling violently and she was barely holding herself up because I was supporting her by the waist. Suddenly she pulled away from me and when my cock finally came out of that hellhole, Diana let out a loud scream while finishing in a violent manner. The bathroom floor started to get wet from all the fluid coming out of Diana. It was a squirt with all the letters. She leaned against the sink, her face was an expression of pure pleasure, still struggling not to fall to the ground at the same time as she panted to catch her breath. -Now it's your turn for cum. -I said, indicating that she should kneel down to receive it. Obediently, Diana got back down on her knees, now with a smile that seemed like it wouldn't leave her face for a while, putting her face forward and opening her mouth slightly as she watched me masturbate to receive my semen that was about to come out at any moment. Finally I reached climax and a powerful jet of semen crossed her face. The whole night had been a bonner and I had accumulated quite a bit, Diana had taken the major prize. She smiled, collected some of the '... Semen with his fingers and licked it with delight, then he came closer and introduced my cock into her mouth again, determined to drink every last drop she had for him. - What happened? Are they all okay? –The bathroom door burst open without warning. –We thought... -Clara's voice was interrupted instantly when she understood what was happening. She opened her eyes as wide as if she had seen a dinosaur. Jessica and Betty watched the scene over my sister's shoulder, their eyes just as wide with surprise.Well, that's the end of the second part. I hope you enjoyed it. With a bit of luck, I'll have the third part ready in a couple of days, but I ask for patience if I take a little longer. The idea is always to write the best possible story and many times there are things that don't convince me and I have to correct them. See you in a few days.