Even though I should have been prepared, and in a way I sort of was, the sight of the mansion towering before us did manage to impress me more than I expected.
"Wow!" I exclaimed as we left my car in the immense front yard, which was doubling up as a parking lot for the dozens of cars already there. "So you weren't kidding when you said that Vanessa was rich..."
"Filthy stinking rich, yep, that's what I said," Liz nodded sagely, holding my hand in hers as we made our way up the marble steps and entered her friend's not so humble abode. "It's a good thing Vee is so nice and cool, otherwise I'd probably end up hating her. Plus," she concluded very seriously, "she is the third biggest fan of Breaking Bad in the world, after the two of us, of course."
"Well, yeah," I had to agree, "that's always a huge redeeming quality."
Weirdly enough, the high ceilings and plush interiors of the spacious halls didn't really get to me as much as the imposing visual of Vanessa's mansion from the outside had earlier, while we were driving up to it through the private park that surrounded it. Once inside, despite the fancy setting, it was just another loud overcrowded party.
There were red paper cups and beer cans and assorted bottles everywhere, while bags of chips and boxes of take-out food cluttered every table in sight. Not even the inconspicuous presence of a couple of supervising maids keeping an eye on the expensive furniture ruined the overall vibe of the wild ongoing celebrations. Loud music was booming all around, different songs blasting off different stereos as Lizzie and I walked through room after crowded room. Beside the faces from high school that I recognized among the cheering and dancing mob, I noticed quite a few people that I had seen around campus and a bunch of strangers on top of that too.
As we navigated through the partying throng, stopping here and there so that she could chat with her friends from school, Lizzie didn't for a second stop holding my hand. Her slender fingers were tightly interlaced with mine, seeking comfort from the nervousness that being among big crowds always instilled in her. As I tried to alleviate her anxiety with my presence and support, I couldn't seem to stop glancing longingly at my amazing girlfriend all the time. With her long auburn locks flowing across her shoulders and a light touch of make up to enhance the natural beauty of her face, Liz looked more stunning than ever.
Whenever I looked at her sensuous mouth, I couldn't help but think about the liquid heat that engulfed my cock whenever Lizzie gobbled me into her spit-slick oral cavity. Similarly, the sight of her thick, glossy lips unavoidably reminded me of the many glorious times I had admired them glazed in my creamy seed with a dribble of cum trying to escape them as Liz drank down my load and smiled broadly at me. Of course, my irreplaceable almost-sister clearly knew what was passing through my mind every time she caught me staring at her tumid lips: as her bespectacled gaze met mine, she kind of blushed and whispered to me to stop thinking about blowjobs, only to then giggle and suck my tongue allusively into her mouth in a hot, languid kiss.
In my defense, I did stare at the rest of Liz's voluptuous body too. In fact, given the way her clothes enhanced her generous curves, I was actually having a hard time choosing where to set my eyes on. The amount of cleavage exposed by Lizzie's gray V-neck top wasn't too extreme, but the combined effect of that tight shirt and the push-up bra beneath it was such that her huge bulging tits were simply too evident to ignore as they wobbled gently in time with her breathing. Funny enough, basking in the jiggly motions of her bra-constricted jugs and glancing at the pale softness of their upper slopes was the only thing that prevented me from staring like a total drooling perv at my favorite part of Lizzie's gorgeous body: her plump, beautiful ass.
Liz's blue mini skirt hugged her meaty asscheeks amazingly, showcasing the perfect roundness and juiciness of her bubble-butt in a way that was literally mouth-watering. In my humble opinion, my girlfriend's legendary ass was at its very best when naked, but there was something undeniably sexy about the sight of that full, bouncy booty straining against the cloth of her skirt as if begging to be freed and unveiled. The protruding curve of Liz's plump rump became even more cock-hardening when she walked, thanks to her high-heeled sandals and the hip-swaying, ass-highlighting posture they seemed to cause. On top of that delicious eye candy, the knowledge that my sweet Lizzie had a buttplug jammed up her asshole to keep a massive load of my cum trapped deep inside her rectum ensured that I was in a constant state of semi-hardness.
I had just finished adjusting my boner inside my pants for the hundredth time, trying to be as subtle and inconspicuous as possible while Liz rubbed her huge boobs teasingly against my side and gave me giggly smooches on the neck, when a shrill, enthusiastic voice reached us through the background noises of the party.
"Finally, there they are! Felicity Smoak and Barry Allen, best couple ever, straight from a crossover episode of The Arrow and The Flash!"
Cruising through the celebrating crowds, high-fiving people and winking genially left and right while she hollered back at the cheers of her intoxicated guests, Vanessa approached us with a sly grin on her lips and a fat joint between her fingers. Starting with her purple-streaked, spiked up raven hair and ending with her combat boots, the young lady of the house was clothed entirely in shades of black, from crop top to tattered stockings, by way of matching studded leather wristbands and pleated skirt. I didn't have to try too hard to guess that she was in some sort of goth/dark/emo phase, fashion-wise at least.
"Hey Vee!" Lizzie smiled after she and Vanessa hugged. "You must be wasted already if you think I look anything like Felicity Smoak! Last time I checked, she was a thin blue-eyed blonde who knows lots of stuff about computers, and that doesn't sound like me at all."
"And she doesn't end up with Barry Allen either, as far as I know," I added as Vanessa hugged me while taking a deep puff from her joint. "But they would have made a great couple, I agree."
"I know, right!" Vanessa grinned at me before focusing her green and currently blood-shot gaze on Lizzie. "And as for the absence of physical similarities, I say fuck those! I mean, really, Liz: you've got the glasses and you've got that sweet nerdy cuteness in spades, plus you have these big boobs and this round juicy booty! Seriously, you're pretty much an upgraded version of Felicity Smoak! And you, Russ..." Vanessa added while appraising me through slitted eyes and a dense cloud of weed smoke. "Well, you could be Barry Allen's long-lost twin. With just a little bit of Ewan McGregor thrown in too..."
"Oh!" Lizzie exclaimed, cocking her head as she looked at me intently. "I never thought of that but... Yeah, that's right! You kinda have a young Obi-Wan Kenobi vibe about you, Russ, minus the beard."
"Och! Thank ye, me bonnie lasses!" I said in the most awful attempt at a mock-Scottish accent.
After some laughs all around, Vanessa led me and Lizzie through the partying masses to a huge living room that seemed less chaotic than the other halls. Music and people and assorted festivities reigned there too, but at least it wasn't as suffocatingly overcrowded as any other corner of the mansion. As Vanessa took control of the stereo and started a playlist of oldies but goodies that she had scrupulously picked out herself, Lizzie snickered and elbowed her slim brunette friend.
"Jeez, Vee... It really looks like you invited the whole county tonight!"
"Nah..." Vanessa chuckled back, shrugging her thin shoulders. "I just told everyone I know that they could come here and bring whoever they wanted!"
"How about your parents?" I couldn't help but ask, immediately regretting bringing up such an uncool topic. Unfazed by my dorkiness, Vanessa just burst out laughing so hard that she had to lean against Lizzie as she answered.
"My parents, he says! Hahaha, that's a good one! For starters, they're somewhere in China or Japan right now and they won't be back for a week at least. And anyway," our saucy hostess went on with a conspiratorial wink that I totally didn't understand, "I swear to you, Russ, even if I burned down the house they'd still consider themselves ahead of the game, trust me!"
"Uhm, okay, I guess..." I mumbled, not really sure what Vanessa's allusive tone hinted at. When I turned to Lizzie for a clarification, she just arched an eyebrow and smiled. Catching that, Vanessa stood straighter and stared at the both of us in turn before speaking.
"What?! Liz, you didn't tell your boyfriend about my greatest accomplishment as a manipulative evil genius? I'm shocked!"
"It kinda slipped my mind, Vee. I mean, discussing you isn't exactly a priority when Russ and I are together... " Lizzie replied, chuckling and snuggling into my side as my arm automatically encircled her shoulders.
"Fair enough, I guess. So go on, girl, tell him now!" Vanessa prodded, poking Lizzie in the ribs while taking a long hit from the almost consumed joint.
"Well," Lizzie said, snickering as she met my eyes, "basically, on the day of her eighteenth birthday, our dear Vanessa blackmailed her parents into pulling her out of the fancy boarding school she was attending in Switzerland, so that she could move back here and transfer to our crappy high school."
"Crappy?!" Vanessa interrupted. "Liz, you have no idea how great it feels to be there! Believe me, I should know. I've been in private schools since kindergarten, and they all sucked balls, big time."
"So, how exactly did you blackmail your parents?" I asked, still blinking in stupor but growing intrigued.
"Oh, I just threatened to become the sluttiest teenage porn star ever and then to link all my videos and pics to my parents' clients, associates, so-called friends and bullshit acquaintances. And, of course, the entirety of our stuck up, dead-inside family, too," Vanessa bluntly declared, as serious as I had ever seen her.
"And... It worked?!" I ventured.
"Hell yeah, it worked!" Vanessa grinned with undisguised pride. "I know my parents enough to know that their biggest weakness is that stupid combo of vanity and hypocrisy they've got going. I wasn't even bluffing, by the way, but just the threat of me doing porn was enough for them to finally let me go to a public high school in the real world, you know, just like actual people do."
Noting my disbelieving expression, Lizzie confirmed her friend's words, nodding slowly as she glanced at me and Vanessa in turn. "It's a true story, Russ. I was skeptical too, but then I asked her nanny and she confirmed it all."
"Inga is not my nanny!" Vanessa interjected at that. "Well, not anymore now that I'm older... She's still the top dog in the house, though, even my mom is sort of scared of her. And when exactly did you talk to Inga anyways?"
"Back when I came over for that chemistry project, remember?"
"Oh, right..." Vanessa mused. While I looked at her with renewed curiosity and a sort of weird sense of respect for her crazy ballsiness, Vanessa shook off her momentary seriousness and offered us the joint. "You guys sure you don't want a hit of this before I finish it? It's great stuff, I promise."
"No, thanks," Lizzie sighed, "I'll just get more paranoid than I already am. I mean, you know I don't like crowds and stuff... Besides," she went on as I also declined Vanessa's offer of a puff, "I've already failed epicly to fit in those skinny jeans I wore a couple of weeks ago. All I need right now is to get the crazy munchies and make my big ass even bigger..."
"What!?" Vanessa exclaimed, looking at Lizzie in horror. "Girl, you're talking crazy! I'd trade your thick juicy booty for my scrawny excuse of an ass any time, really. And I bet Russ here agrees with me too, isn't that so? Don't you just love Liz's round bubble-butt, Russ?"
"Yes, I absolutely do!" I declared truthfully while I rested my hand on the protruding curve of my beloved Lizzie's pillowy, skirt-clad rump.
"Yeah, well, whatever..." Liz mumbled, rolling her eyes at us and tittering as she blushed adorably under my massaging touch, visibly both glad and embarrassed to be the center of attention like that.
"And, speaking of big booties or lack thereof..." Vanessa snickered, wiggling her tiny tushy while glancing at my ass-kneading hand resting on the upper slopes of Lizzie's fabulous bubble-butt. "I'm gonna show you guys the special diet I came up with to finally grow a serious ass worthy of the name. You're gonna love it," she went on as she led Liz and me to the nearest goodie-laden table, "it's like fusion cuisine, but with junk food!"
I had some serious doubts while I watched Vanessa rifle through boxes of take-out food and bags of chips to gather a bunch of chicken vindaloo, stir-fried noodles and crumbled bacon chips only to put it all on top of a couple of pepperoni pizza slices that she then proceeded to roll up like burritos, eventually handing the final products to Lizzie and me with a flourish. The first bite dispelled my every bit of reticence, actually blowing it to pieces in a storm of incongruous yet delicious flavor. Even though I knew all those tastes individually, I had never tried them all at once and I suddenly regretted not doing it before.
"Mmh! This is... It's pretty awesome!" Lizzie mumbled through a mouthful of mixed scrumptious unhealthiness.
"It totally shouldn't be," I chuckled between hungry bites, "but it definitely is awesome!"
Nodding and snickering as she watched me and Lizzie stuffing our faces, Vanessa knowingly said: "Any kind of pizza will do as a base, but I recommend that you stick to only two different types of take-out and one type of chips at a time. Trust me, that's the limit before it gets seriously gross. Apart from that, knock yourselves out!"
And with that, flashing us an impish grin, Vanessa glided back into the crowd, headbanging to the sound of one of the oldest versions of 'I Fought The Law' currently blasting in the room.
After we tried a few more extreme combinations of pizza-wrapped take-out, Lizzie and I moved to one of the various couches pushed against the huge room's walls and plopped down on the plushy cushions. Sitting sideways in my lap with her head resting on my shoulder and her soft lips brushing against mine, Lizzie squirmed and wiggled excitedly as I caressed her plump rump through her skirt.
Giggling and cooing as we lazily made out, Liz kept telling me how weird and dirty and super hot it felt to be there among all those people with a buttplug wedged inside her cum-filled little asshole and how much it turned her on to have her sensitive anus constantly stimulated like that. Those whispered comments and updates on her arousal made me hungrier and hungrier for my sweet Lizzie's incredible ass, a fact that she seemed to appreciate since her dainty hands never lost a chance to wander to my bulging crotch and feel the steely hardness of my boner flexing inside my pants.
All the while, hit after classic hit kept playing on the stereo. Every now and then, Vanessa reappeared, either to attempt to drag Liz and me to the dance floor or to try and find some trace of surprise on our faces as another great song from the past resounded in the room. Unluckily for her, we knew them all already, thanks to my Mom and the subliminal musical education she had imparted on me and Liz through the years simply by always having some of her favorite records on whenever she was home. Smooching and laughing, Lizzie and I sat on that couch and sang along to 'Crimson and Clover', 'You Can't Hurry Love', 'Walk Of Life', 'More Than A Feeling' and a bunch of other tunes we had heard countless times before, much to Vanessa's shock, since she had only recently started getting into that sort of oldies.
A few times, despite our shared reticence, it was simply impossible even for a couple of lazy introverts like Lizzie and I to remain aside and just sit still. When 'Girls Just Want To Have Fun' kicked in, Vanessa physically dragged Lizzie to the middle of the room and they danced their respective asses off, keeping it up through 'My Sharona' and 'Wild Thing'. Even I eventually joined in when Lizzie shimmied my way to the sound of 'These Boots Are Made For Walkin' and grabbed my hands in hers, pulling me up and into the dancing crowd.
Vanessa chuckled and rolled her eyes at us as Lizzie and I slow danced to 'Don't Fear The Reaper', my hands holding possessively onto Liz's fabulous skirt-clad bubble-butt while her arms stayed locked around my neck and she looked dreamily into my eyes, smiling as she murmured the haunting lyrics in her soft soothing voice. Minutes later, when 'Don't Stop Believing' hit its peak, Vanessa dashed our way through the crowd and all three of us sang at the top of our lungs in a spontaneous tribute to the very last moments of The Sopranos' epic finale. Right then, as I saw huge tears swelling up in our sassy hostess's weed-reddened eyes at the thought of Tony's last glance into the camera before blackness and silence set in, I knew for sure that Vanessa truly was alright, and I understood why Lizzie liked her.
As midnight drew nearer, Liz and I found ourselves snuggled up on the couch once again, making out like there was no tomorrow. Our smooching lips and fondling hands were getting ever more restless, making me wonder where I could take Lizzie to have some private time and do more than just kiss her succulent mouth while pawing her huge tits and her spectacular buttcheeks. Suddenly, right after the last notes of 'White Rabbit' faded out and before the next song began, Vanessa's voice resounded in the room, loud and bright.
"This one's for my girl Lizzie! Come on Liz! Show all these skinny bitches in here how it's done!"
That unexpected proclamation interrupted our kissing and left Liz and I staring in befuddlement at each other. Things got clearer moments later when the next song started, full blast. From the very first harmonics of its signature vocal intro, I recognized the tune and so did Lizzie. It was 'Fat Bottomed Girls' by Queen.
I couldn't help but smile in admiration of Vanessa's evil genius for picking that specific song and dedicating it to Liz. Meanwhile, blushing violently, her soulful brown eyes bugging out behind her adorable nerdy glasses, my sweet almost-sister just sat there in my lap with her mouth agape and the weirdest expression on her pretty face. It was a mix of fear and embarrassment for being called out like that, but there was excitement too, and more than a hint of that sexy slutty pride she often showed during sex, when she shifted into pure Anal Queen mode.
"Come on, Liiiiz!" Vanessa yelled from the midst of the crowd right as the intro finished. "Time to shake that sweet booty, girl!"
As Brian May's chunky guitar riff blasted across the room, Liz let out a half-sighing and half-laughing sound and straightened up, her expression suddenly changing from uncertainty to determination. Standing between my legs and facing away from me, Lizzie looked over her shoulder, smiling at me, managing to be sexy and cute at the same time. I could only grin goofily back at her, nodding to signify my appreciation and encouragement. Giggling and blushing adorably, Liz blew me a kiss and arched her back, tilting her magnificent bubble-butt up and back until her round, skirt-clad asscheeks were mere inches away from my astounded face. Then, while Freddy Mercury began singing, my amazing Lizzie started giving me the lap dance of a lifetime.
The pulsations of the drumbeat became fused with the thumps of my overexcited heart resounding in my ears as my wide open eyes stayed glued on the swaying, jiggling gyrations of Liz's beautiful juicy ass rocking side to side, then back and forth, then up and down right in front of me. The bouncy plumpness of Lizzie's protruding buttcheeks was always hypnotic for me as a rule, but my enthrallment to her divine ass reached a new peak as I stared mind-blown at that bootylicious rump wiggling and wobbling relentlessly in my face, its magnificent fullness barely contained within the straining confines of her ass-hugging skirt.
Shaking and twerking, teasingly slapping her hands on her meaty buns as she rocked and twisted in place while flashing me lustful glances over her shoulder all the time, Liz literally worked her beautiful ass off to the sound of the perfect song for it. By the time the second verse hit, my cock was so massively hard that I genuinely thought it would poke a hole through my pants. Right then, panting and tittering, Lizzie lowered herself down on my lap again, pushing her pillowy bubble-butt against my trapped boner until my shaft was nestled between her luscious, gloriously round globes.
Leaning back against me as I held her hips, Liz grinned and tossed her hair back, resting her head beside mine, looking straight at me with barely contained lust glinting in her bespectacled eyes. As she started rocking and grinding her magnificent booty against my steely hardness, my arms encircled her waist and my fingers traveled under her top to caress her soft cute tummy. As I held her tight to me, she reached a hand around my neck and pulled me closer with an urgent purr.
Our mouths were joined in a matter of moments, our tongues dancing away together while my cock and her ass teased each other through the layers of clothing separating us. The muffled cooing and panting sounds that escaped Liz's hot smooching lips reminded me that, while she pushed her majestic heart-shaped ass back into my dry-humping pole, her buttplug was still stuffed firmly inside her anus, no doubt stimulating her a lot all through her super erotic, unexpected performance.
Even after 'Fat Bottomed Girls' faded out, our kissing and grinding routine continued uninterrupted, our desire for each other growing with every second. Through the mist of mutual desire enveloping me and Lizzie, I was vaguely aware of a chorus of hooting and cheering all around us, on top of which Vanessa's voice emerged, loud and cheerful.
"Woo-hoo! That's what I'm talking about, Liz! I knew you had it in you, girl! Fuck yeaaah!"
Still smooching away, Liz smiled and so did I when we heard that. I knew that showing off wasn't her style, but I was happy that my amazing almost-sister had accept Vanessa's challenge. It was great for me, obviously, since I got an epic lap dance out of it, but it was good for Liz too. The confidence boost she received was totally deserved, because she was truly awesome and beautiful and special, and it was only fair that she should be cheered and applauded for it.
As we continued making out hungrily on the couch, my cock uninterruptedly leaking precum into my boxers, I started having trouble keeping my hands from grabbing Lizzie's boobs or roaming under her skirt in search of her pussy. She was getting reckless too, moaning louder and rocking ever more wildly against my aching erection.
"Liz," I eventually murmured into her mouth, "we need to find somewhere private to go, like, now! Seriously, babe... Another minute and I'll just have to fuck you right here!"
"Mmmh... That's kinda tempting!" Lizzie chuckled sultrily into my mouth. Then, letting out a long purring sigh, she stood up and pulled me to my feet. Hugging me and getting on her tip toes to plant a passionate smooch on my lips, she whispered: "Come with me, baby... I know a place where you can fuck my ass as hard as you want and make me scream like the dirty little buttslut that I am! Oh, Russ, I'm so fucking hot right now... I want you inside me sooo bad!"
"Fuck, Liz!" I groaned as I ran my hands up and down and all around the juicy roundness of her bubble-butt. "You'd better take me there immediately, or we'll have to up the ante and go from amazing lap dance to public assfucking! I mean it!"
Liz looked me straight in the eye and pressed her huge bulging tits into my chest at that, feigning shock but snickering impishly all the while. "Oh my! We really must get there super fast then!"
Grabbing my hand in hers, Liz navigated her way through the dancing crowd and sprinted away as quickly as her high-heeled sandals allowed, with me in tow. After a brief detour to collect my jacket, and, most importantly, the bottle of lube in its pocket, Liz guided me through room after chaotic room until we reached a quieter section of Vanessa's mansion. Laughing and looking at each other with fiery desire shining in our eyes, we rushed through a few more empty halls and up the vast marble stairway that led to the upper floor. Once upstairs, at the end of a short hallway, our path was barred by a huge wooden door. Grinning at me, Liz stuck her hand into a cracked, antique-looking vase resting on a pedestal by the door.
"Alright, let's see..." Lizzie mumbled as she rummaged around the inside of the vase, until she beamed: "Yes! Here it is, as promised!"
After she fished out a key and used it to open the imposing doors, Liz finally turned to me and explained: "Vee told me earlier that she had left a key for us here. You know, in case we needed some privacy..."
"Okay then, it's official," I declared with genuine seriousness, "Vanessa is totally awesome!"
"I know, right!" Lizzie smiled as we crossed the heavy door, locked it behind us and walked briskly down yet another hallway. Grasping my hand excitedly in hers, Liz moved past the first few doors we encountered before leading me into what looked like a plush guest bedroom.
We barely managed to switch on the lights before we fell into each other's arms, kissing and moaning and running our hands all over one another's body while taking off our clothes. As soon as her top and bra went flying and her fabulous jutting tits were accessible, I cupped them in my palms and dove head first into Liz's luscious cleavage, licking and sucking her big round boobs to my heart's content. Mewling with pleasure as I worshiped her fleshy melons and her tender puffed out nipples, Lizzie managed to remove my shirt and unbuckle my pants before yanking them down along with my boxers, setting my raging boner free.
Trembling and whimpering while I devoured her amazing jugs, Lizzie hummed huskily as she wrapped her tiny hands around my massively hard cock and started jacking me off. Aided by the slick sheen of precum that had oozed from my bloated glans and now coated my entire length, Liz urgently walked backwards toward the bed, dragging me with her by my shaft as she kept pumping me two-handed all the while, mumbling and cooing in anticipation.
"Oh my god, Russ, you're super hard! Oohh yes, baby, bite my nipples like thaaat! Aahhh... I need you inside me so fucking much, Russ!"
I groaned in dissatisfaction when Liz fell back to sit on the edge of the bed with a squeal, thus leaving me standing there, deprived of the soft pillowy mouthfuls of tit-flesh that I was so devotedly feasting on. My disappointment was very short-lived though, because, while still holding her slowly jacking fist wrapped around the base of my throbbing boner, Lizzie lowered her face on my erection, taking half of my pole into the liquid heat of her mouth in one deep, hungry plunge.
My eyes rolled back inside my skull as Liz started bobbing furiously on my cock, sucking and slurping on my thick dickmeat and coaxing dollop after oozing dollop of precum from my bulbous glans. Her soft, incredible lips and the hot vacuuming grip of her saliva-drenched oral cavity were making me crazy with lust, while the spluttering and gagging sounds that she made as she recklessly blew me testified to her own burning arousal.
My head was spinning and my spittle-shiny cock was so hard it almost hurt when Lizzie suddenly pulled back and let my fat pole pop out of her mouth with a lewd wet slurp. A string of glinting spittle connected her tumid lips and my purple knob as she looked up at me with pure sensuous need in her eyes, panting: "Fuck me, Russ! Ohhh baby, I'm so horny... I think I'll explode if I don't feel you inside me right now!"
The rest of our clothes were gone in an instant, everything except for Lizzie's thong, whose crotch was so totally soaked in pussy juices that it was wedged deeply between her swollen, glistening labia. As she leaned back on the bed, whimpering with desire, I watched transfixed while she peeled her skimpy panties off and spread her legs wide open for me, exposing her dripping little slit and the nectar-coated base of the buttplug still jammed inside her tight, tiny asshole.
"Holy fuck, Liz! Wow... That's so hot!" I groaned, unable to express in full how awesome it was to see rivulets of her liquid pleasure dribble down from her needy folds and past her smooth taint to pool all over and around the base of the plastic toy embedded in her anus.
"Give me your cock, baby, pleeease!" Liz mewled, writhing with anticipation while I stepped closer, staring at her drenched, irresistible pussy and her plugged little butthole as if in a trance. My boner pulsated with rabid excitement as I swiftly dropped to my knees and dove tongue first between my amazing Lizzie's splayed thighs. I barely heard her words as she huskily pleaded: "I need you inside me, I need to feel your co-ooohh-ooooh... Uuhh god, yeees! Oohh Ruuusss!"
The long, intoxicating echo of her moans was as rewarding as the taste of Lizzie's scrumptious juices filling my mouth and coating my palate with their unique sweetness as I started devouring her pussy like my life depended on it. I knew she wanted me to fuck her, and I wanted to be buried inside her silky folds too, I really did. Still, the sight of her plump syrupy peach offered to me like that was just too enticing to ignore. Her soft slit was literally good enough to eat, so eat it I did.
Lapping and slurping on Liz's snatch, avidly drinking down the constant trickles of her heady nectar, I lost myself in a lecherous feeding frenzy for a while. As I munched on her wet labia and suckled her swollen clit, Lizzie squirmed and squealed, letting out inarticulate but super sexy sounds while cumming on my mouth over and over again, her hands holding my face pressed into her soaked, tender opening. Girlcum was drooling down my chin by the time Liz relented her grasp on my hair and pushed me off her overstimulated, thoroughly-licked clit.
Her half-closed eyes were foggy with pleasure behind her glasses and her trembling voice was sexier than ever as she haltingly said: "Your cock, Russ... Please, I need it! Put it in me now!"
With a lustful growl, I straightened up and grabbed Lizzie's shapely thighs, pulling her closer until her plump round asscheeks were hanging at the very edge of the bed. As I nestled my pulsating hardness in the slick groove of her labia and rocked back and forth, coating my already spit-lathered length in her juices, Liz spread her legs out wide, wantonly offering herself to me.
"Fuck, Liz, you're so fucking beautiful!" I mumbled, lovestruck and panting as I guided my fat glans into the soaked opening of her pussy. "You have no idea how hot you are right now, babe!"
"Ohhh Russ! Uuuhh!" Lizzie yelped as I pushed myself into her tight, nectar-flooded slit, starting to cram my boner in her welcoming honey pot. "Yes, yeeesss! Fuck me, baby, fuck meeee!"
Her moans of delight soon mixed with my own as I basked in the delicious cock-suctioning softness of her pussy. Even though her silky folds felt even snugger than usual around my invading thickness thanks to the buttplug jammed inside her butthole, Liz was so willing and horny that her vaginal tunnel was absolutely saturated with overflowing juices, allowing me to sheathe my massively engorged shaft all the way inside her docile little snatch in one single deliberate push. As soon as I was buried to the hilt inside her needy core, Lizzie's desire-clouded eyes shot open and her syrupy tunnel started contracting around my fat dick.
"Fuuuuck! Oooohhh fuck yeees!" Liz screamed, grabbing the bedspread in her fists as a stabbing climax suddenly hit her, causing her drenched vaginal walls to squeeze me and bathe my hardness in yet more girlcum. "Uuhh Russ, your cock feels so good inside me! Ooohh baby, I love youuuu!"
My boner flexed inside my adored Lizzie's pussy at that spontaneous declaration, howled in the middle of her orgasm right at the moment when our bodies were once again fully joined. Acting on instinct, driven by visceral affection and sheer animalistic need to be one with my irreplaceable almost-sister, I leaned down until my chest was squashing her huge bulging tits and her puffy nipples were poking stiffly into my skin. Before I even knew it, I was pumping my hips like a man possessed, fucking Liz's little pussy with all I had and grinding hard into her sensitive clit every time I bottomed out inside her. After planting a long passionate kiss on her parted lips, working my rigid pole in and out of her snug juice-dripping slit in longer and faster strokes with every passing second, I finally managed to let some broken, lovestruck words tumble out of my mouth and flow straight into Lizzie's.
"Ahhh Liz... I love you too... My Lizzie... Ooohh fuck, babe! I love you... Sooo fucking much!"
Smashing her lips into mine again, Liz threw her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs behind my back, locking her cute little feet tightly around me, pulling me in and keeping me deeply engulfed in her tight, soft pussy. High on our closeness, needing to feel her and fuse with her, I ran my hands all over Liz's soft curvy body while I started vigorously sawing my cock in and out of her amazing slit, making her moan into my kissing mouth. I was increasing my cunt-plowing rhythm without even realizing it as I caressed her beautiful face, her neck, her big tits, her tummy and her flared hips until, finally, I reached the sumptuous fullness of her plump asscheeks, which I grabbed and kneaded possessively before letting my fingers run back up all over her voluptuous frame.
As I slammed myself into Lizzie's cock-massaging vaginal passage over and over again, glorying in the convulsing snugness and incredible wetness of her hot velvety folds, I could feel the presence of the buttplug on the other side of the thin membrane separating her holes. As weird as it was at first to sort of brush against that plastic intruder with my every snatch-pounding thrust, I quickly got used to it and just enjoyed the increased tightness it caused in her sugary canal. Besides, it was incredibly hot to see Liz in the throes of pure ecstasy from having her pussy pounded while her asshole was plugged at the same time.
Rabidly horny, with my each ramming thrust I pushed as deep as I could go into my adored Lizzie's welcoming love tunnel, leaving only my balls outside of her sopping little slit. At those times, when my scrotum bumped into the plastic base of the buttplug and her mewls spiked deliciously up, I couldn't help but smile as I realized that, no matter how good it might feel for me to fuck her lovely pussy while its silky tightness was enhanced by the presence of the toy inside her anus, Liz must be having an even more amazing time, with both her holes stuffed full like that. The pleasure she was taking in our torrid coupling was made even clearer when Lizzie began pushing her hips up into my in-strokes, meeting my spearing boner every time I plunged hard and fast inside her.
As we kept making out, our kisses got messier and more voracious by the second. Still, Liz and I managed to communicate somehow through primal grunts and moans and sighs that inflamed our shared passion even more. The groans of absolute ecstasy that traveled from her mouth straight into mine whenever I was stuffed to the hilt inside her molten core and my pubic bone was pressed firmly against her engorged clit were so intoxicating to me that I picked up my slit-stuffing pace at each pass, craving to hear Lizzie's rapturous gasps again and again and again.
Based on the way her pussy suctioned my stiff dickmeat and on her incessant kiss-muffled screams, it was pretty clear that Liz was experiencing one rolling orgasm after the other. Knowing that she was cumming so much made me happy and proud and so insanely horny that, soon, all I could focus on was the feel of her soft needy hole spasming around my swollen boner, egging me on to fill her more, more, more.
As the chain of her mini-climaxes continued in a crescendo and my own release drew nearer, I suddenly felt something that made my cock throb even harder inside the clutching sheath of Lizzie's pussy. The sensation of the plastic toy moving inside her anus and the contact of her slender fingers brushing against my balls when my scrotum was pressed into the base of the buttplug registered at the same time, announcing the mind-blowingly hot fact that Liz was masturbating her own ass, sawing the tapered invader in and out of her butthole while I royally fucked her pussy.
Up to that moment, our lips and tongues had been wrestling and dancing lasciviously together, but, as soon as she started playing with the buttplug, Liz's mouth went completely slack. Unable to even return my rabid smooches while her body was overwhelmed by the feel of being actively fucked in both holes at once, Lizzie mewled breathlessly and shivered underneath me, her lustrous brown eyes getting all big and unfocused behind her glasses. The look of sensual bliss on her beautiful, flushed face was so erotic that I relented my snatch-stretching rampage and pulled myself up on my extended arms to better drink in that cock-hardening sight.
"Uuhh... Don't stop, baby!" Liz pleaded as I stared spellbound into her dopey eyes. I was high on lust myself as I realized that, in a way, she was experiencing the closest thing to a double-penetration at that moment. "Keep fucking me, I'm sooo close... Oohhh my god, Ruuuss!"
Grabbing her huge jiggling tits in my hands, I could barely breathe as I resumed pounding away into my amazing Lizzie's soaked little pussy while she stimulated her asshole with the plastic toy. The transfixed expression of unbound pleasure painted on Liz's face burned itself into my brain as I boned her ever harder and deeper and faster while tweaking and pinching her fat sensitive nipples between my fingers, making her wail out her simmering, impending release.
As Lizzie slid the buttplug in and out of her asshole with increasing urgency, I could feel it rubbing against the underside of my pistoning boner through the thin layer of super sensitive skin separating her tight holes. That added stimulation, on top of the insane build up bubbling inside me, was bringing me dangerously close to what I was sure would be a huge ejaculation. Ready to pump her pussy full of cum, I was pounding forcefully into the silky wet vise of Lizzie's spasming vaginal tunnel when she suddenly went rigid underneath me and screamed out her toe-curling orgasm.
"UUUHH FUCK, RUUUUSS! I'M CUMMIIIING!"
Jammed from tip to root inside the squishy grip of her hot convulsing folds, I pulled on Liz's engorged nipples and squeezed her bulging jugs in my palms to enhance her pleasure as her gushing girlcum bathed my engulfed length and drenched my clit-smashing groin. Throbbing and flexing inside the liquid heat of her orgasming pussy, I wanted to savor every last one of those wet dick-hugging caresses before withdrawing my swollen boner and starting to hammer away into her slit to get my own release. As soon as I felt the velvety hold of her juice-drooling folds diminish though, Liz grabbed my face in her hands and locked her bespectacled, pleasure-glazed eyes with mine.