Alone time

“Nuh, uh, not so fast,” says Sara. “You both had him, now it’s my time.”

You clear your throat. “I’m guessing I don’t get a say in this.”

The three sisters turn and give you a look that reminds you very much of Lisa. With you put in your place, they turn back to each other. “That’s fair,” said Izzi, as if you had not spoken. “Have fun!”

Before you know what’s happening, Sara is pulling you down the hall by your arm. You follow bemused, but instead of turning into your bedroom, Sara drags you into hers. You start to voice a vague protest, but Sara giggles mischievously. “Oh, no, John. Tonight, you get to fuck your daughter in her room.”

Despite yourself, that statement turns you on. You turn from passively being dragged down the hall to almost pushing Sara into her room.

Sara has always been a bit boy crazy, and her room reflects it. The walls are decorated with posters of boys without their shirts on. You had never thought you’d be concerned about comparing to them. Sara gives you little time to think about it. She’s dragging you toward the bed while kissing you passionately. She pushes you onto her double bed and climbs on top, her auburn hair falling over your faces. For a moment, her face is the only thing in view, the rest of the world shielded away by the waterfall of hair. You smile up at Sara. She smiles back, kisses you again, then sits up and removes her shirt. She grinds her crotch against yours. You moan despite yourself.

Sara’s smile turns wicked. “Oh, John, you like this?” Her bra comes undone and tumbles to the side. “Do I turn you on?” Her hips continue to pivot, slowly providing friction. “Do you want to fuck your daughter in her girlhood bedroom?”

“Very much so,” you manage to stammer. Her perky breasts are, well, right in the middle, smaller than Izzi’s but larger than Mindy’s. Her taught stomach is undulating in a fascinating way.

Sara can see the desire on your face. She makes an almost growling sound before attacking your mouth again. Her grinding hips are nearly driving you crazy, so you decide to take control before you cream your pants. You grab Sara by her marvelous hips and flip her on to her back. She squeals. You unbutton her jeans. Trying to be smooth and failing utterly, you pull her jeans and panties down her smooth legs as she kicks and giggles.

Moving back up her legs, you kiss and lick closer to her crotch, as Sara’s giggles turn gradually into little gasps.

Finally, you are staring at Sara’s vagina. Her neatly trimmed bush is redder than the hair on her head. You vaguely wonder about that, but Sara’s insistent hand pushing your face into her drives the thought from your head. Your tongue probes as if you are looking for treasure. In a way, you are, you suppose.

Sara lets out little gasps and moans, her breath growing more ragged. You push two fingers into her and move your mouth to her clit. Sara’s grip on your hair is pulsing, now strong, now weakening. Her other hand is kneading at her breast.

Sara’s orgasm is sudden and strong. She cries out and almost rips the hair from your head. You try to keep up with her bucking body.

You pull back as the spasm subsides. Sara takes a moment to collect herself. “Wow. I have been craving that for a little while.” She looks up at you. “Wait, how do you still have all your clothes on while I’m completely naked?”

“You still have socks on,” you point out.

Sara ignores you, coming up to a sitting position. She begins to matter-of-factly remove your clothing. She does a much better job of removing your pants than you did for her. “My turn.”

Sara’s hair obscures both her face and your cock as she envelops you in her mouth. Her tongue seems to work independently as the flips the tip every time she slides back. You lose track of time. All of your senses are focused on the sensation of Sara’s mouth on your member and the feeling of her pooling hair sliding around your waist and legs.

“Oh, no, you don’t, John, we’re not done yet.” Sara climbs back atop your body, kissing you fiercely. You return the kiss with fervor, then pull her head back to pay attention to her slender neck. You pinch her nipple. You feel Sara’s hand grab your cock, and she slowly slides it into her.

You gasp simultaneously. Sara begins to ride you in earnest, her mouth returning to yours. Your bodies are moving in tandem. You feel Sara’s orgasm approaching, and it is effortless for you to orgasm at the same time.

Sara finally releases her **** grip on your mouth and collapses, half onto you and half on the bed. You snuggle without words.