Fuck Shasta: Sarah begs to go down on Shasta

When Shasta and Sarah finally break apart, you are harder than ever from watching them make out. They pant in libidinous excitement.

"Now Sarah, that you're all worked up, tell me what you want to do with your sister," you ask her.

"I want to go down on her," Sarah says. "Shasta, I gotta taste you."

"Oooh..." Shasta says. "But you did, you kissed me," she says, vague and floaty from the weed.

You lick your own lips, getting little ripples of sensation through your body. Shasta and Sarah kissing each other while they were high, well, you can see from their erect nipples how much it turned them on.

"I want to kiss your pussy," Sarah says. "Go down on you."

"Oookay," Shasta says.

"You gotta lie down," Sarah says, "C'mon, let's go to my bedroom."

"Yours?" Shasta says.

"You don't have anything in case we need it," Sarah says. "You have to keep borrowing mine. So my room."

Sarah leads Shasta into the house. You follow, feeling floaty and unsteady on your feet.

Mary Forbes' double-wide is big enough for Shasta and Sarah to have their own bedrooms. Sarah's is decked out with pictures of her on trips and doing sports, as well as a decent-sized bookcase and a little desk with a laptop dock. Her sheets are bright, hot pink and her coverlet is lacy and white. Sarah guides Shasta into her bed. Something itches a little at you. You all left your clothes outside, maybe? But that thought vanishes as Sarah spreads Shasta's knees and bends down, her chestnut-brown head between Shasta's legs, kissing the fat pink pussy lips at the base of Shasta's dark blonde bush. Then Sarah extends her tongue, parts Shasta's labia by licking left and right, and presses within, licking up and down.

Shasta wriggles, her long body rippling with her motion, her erect nipples bouncing a little bit on top of her small breasts. She tries to say something but it doesn't quite come out as words. From the look on Shasta's face, she's feeling really good.