The sight of Lauren and Kimberly making out was too hot for me to want it to end.
“You guys go” said Lauren “Tell Keith we’ll be a few minutes.” She then went back to kissing Kimberley and began massaging her breasts as well.
Heather and Emily looked at each other but neither one made a move for the door. Both were still enthralled by the sight of the busty blonde and athletic redhead kissing and fondling each other.
Suddenly Emily seemed to come to a decision. She walked over to the bed and said “Can I have a taste?”
Lauren looked up at her. “I guess so, if Kimmy doesn’t mind.”
“Not at all” said Kimberley from below Lauren.
The two girls sat up on the bed with and Emily sat down beside them with Kimberley in the middle. Emily then leaned over and began to continue where Lauren had left off, kissing Kimberley hungrily while Lauren fondled her breasts. After a minute Kimberley broke away from Emily and turned to allow Lauren a turn. This alternating continued as both the blonde and the brunette fondled the redhead’s breasts and then put the hands on her thighs and began to work their way up till they touched her panties and made her groan in Emily’s mouth.
I looked over at Heather who was now sitting in my sister’s office chair with one hand on her breast and the other down her bikini bottom rubbing herself. I gave her a mental command not to climax alone and then went back to watching the others.
As I watched Emily moved herself to the head of the bed leaving a wet patch where her bare pussy had been. She then allowed Kimberley to lie back on her breasts as Lauren pulled off the red-head’s damp pink panties, uncovering her slit with its vertical line of orange hair. Emily then reached around and squeezed Kimberley’s breasts as Lauren put her face down to the ginger-haired opening and began to kiss it with the same vigor as she had kissed the girl’s other lips.
The effect was immediate. Kimberly began to groan loudly “YES! OH YES!” she cried.
My cock was beginning to stir again. I looked over at Heather whose face was a mask of frustration at being unable to reach orgasm as she furiously rubbed herself. I found myself wanting to help her out, but wondered whether I should ‘finish her’ personally or have someone else do it. |