XLV.

Jules Fucks the Castellano Sisters

When Jules opened his eyes he found himself lying on his back on the couch. Gabriella’s luxuriant auburn-haired snatch stared him in the face. How he’d gotten from “Whatchu wan’ do?" to this preternatural facemount eluded his sensibilities.

“Just sniff it, Jules,” Gabriella whispered from above. “Don’t touch it. Don’t lick it. Just sniff it. Put your nose in.”

Jules did as he was told. Gabriella’s mind boggling pussy scent was a better opiate than Viagra. Jules’ cock stood at full mast, preening for warmth.

Lillian Castellano now straddled his cock, reverse cowgirl. She held his nuts in place with her palm, pointing his cock perpendicular with her thumb. Presumably, she planned to ease her pussy down upon it, hilt him and start the milking process.

A minute passed, then two more. Lillian continued to twiddle his cockhead between her wettened pussy lips. Jules became concerned. What was she doing? Without friction, saliva or pussy froth, he might lose tumescence. He knew that Lillian’s pussy was down there somewhere, hovering. He just couldn’t see it. Gabriella’s cunt blocked his view.

And yet his cock lunged for the rafters. Something was animating it, some unknown ethereal force. Was this the new thing that Gabriella hinted?

In truth, Jules’ cock was held erect by pussy scent, both north and south. Gabriella’s puffy pussy lips animated his nostrils. Lillian’s extravagant pussy odor animated his dick.

It “smelled” her vaginal opening.

Jules looked up into Gabriella’s eyes. Her voluptuous tits swung gently as she undulated her pussy before his nostrils. Gabriella caught his gaze with a loving look of her own. She ran her fingers through his hair. They’d never fucked. She intended to correct that oversight. Gabriella may have had an extensive casual sexual history, but she genuinely liked Jules. He was a good kid. As with Tony, she and her sister would harbor Jules’ penis between their legs as an extension of their mutual affection. Well, maybe not so much in Lillian’s case. She was obviously here as a means of getting back at Tony. Gabriella’s intentions were purer. She hoped that Jules’ cock could withstand the furor of both their Puerto Rican pussies.

“Jules?” Gabriella whispered.

Jules caught her eyes without responding.

“Jules? Do you want this pussy? ¿Quieres esta coño? Do you want to lick it? To sniff it? To stick it?” she whispered invitingly as she rotated her cunt before him.

Jules shook his head yes. Gabriella obviously knew how to ramp up properly. She knew enough to know that men love to hear women say the word “pussy”.

“Jules?” Gabriella continued.

Jules began to tremble. He wanted to cum.

“Jules, I want you to put your dick in my pussy. I want you to let me ride it nice. I want you to make me cum. You’ve got a big dick. I like that.”

Dick flattery. Another aural aphrodisiac.

“Jules?” Gabriella whispered.

This was maddening.

“Jules, I want you to fuck my sister. But I don’t want you to cum in her. I want you to cum in me. Can you do that for me, Jules? Cum? En mi coño?”

Jules knew he could not. The first pussy that slid down his pole was in for a sloshing. That coño looked to be Lillian’s. The sight of Gabriella’s swaying pussy and her graphic verbalizations were, indeed, different that anything he’d ever experienced. Jules would cum if an animal touched his dick. Jules would cum if it was an insect. Gabriella’s husky voice had him on the verge.

“Jules?” Gabriella whispered again.

Jules could barely keep his eyes open. He existed on the razor's edge.

“I want to suck....your...dick, Jules. Tu polla. I want you to cum...in…my…mouth.”

Jules lunged, barely missing Lillian’s hovering pussy. Lillian pivoted away. She knew what Gabriella was doing.

“That’s it, Jules. PUSH it in. Just like that. ALL the way in. I need to have you inside me.” Gabriella whispered.

Her clitoris blossomed before his face.

Jules smashed his face into Gabriella's golden cunt. Lillian pressed her smoothly pearled clit into his urethra and then down along the split in his cockhead. Jules came. His jism soaked Lillian’s entrance. Lillian squeezed his nuts gently, kneading them to extract all available ejaculate.

Gabriella stepped away from Jules’ face. Lillian now stepped in to take her place. She saddled up and scrubbed his face in slit, drenching his face in cum. Gabriella knelt between Jules’ open legs. She took his penis into her mouth. Jules hardened almost immediately

“I told you so,” Lillian smirked.

Still dizzy from the force of his eruption, Jules lapped at Lillian’s jism-soiled cunt. Gabriella’s suggestive erotic whispering unleashed a surprising volume of spunk considering the amount he’d been spraying lately.

Jules was, indeed, ready to fuck. He needed to be properly drained. With two magnificent pussies spread before him, Jules was in no mood to observe the Man Code.

Stung to action, Jules pushed both girls aside. He positioned them next to each other, doggystyle, on the couch. Their pussies preened sensuously from between their butt cheeks. Gabriella had done the bulk of work leading to his first searing orgasm. Jules wanted to save her for last.

He moved up behind Lillian. Taking his dick in hand, Jules pointed it deliberately at her clit, the self same clit that had so lustily pressed his urethra earlier. Instead of thrusting into her open pussy, Jules began to twiddle her clit with his cock. Lillian groaned. She wanted him to just go ahead and shove it in. Jules remembered her "pussy scent” tease from moments before.

“Lillian?” he whispered.

“Hmmmm?" she responded thru her lustful haze.

“I’m going to FUCK you. I’m going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before,” he growled. “Tu coño es mío.”

This seemed bold for him, she knew, all the moreso since Jules was not known to ever use the word “fuck". He was a Christian.

“You’ve never had a dick like mine up your pussy. ALL the way up."

Lillian squeaked. Tony wasn’t this assertive.

“Lillian?" he whispered.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmm?”

“I’m going to fuck the SHIT out of you. Then I'm going to suck you. Then I want you to suck ME.”

He ramped up his clit play in Lillian’s hind parts.

“Uhm-hmmmmmm,” Lillian assented.

“Lillian?” he whispered.

“GODDAMMIT JULES!!! JUST PUT IT IN!!!" she raged.

Jules obliged her. He rammed his cock fully into her cunt, nine inches of unfettered Alabama blacksnake in one go. Lillian shrieked. Jules pulled out. He went back to toying with her clit. Lillian’s arousal went frustrated. Her clit smiled happily, but her hole went wanting. She endured another minute of Jules’ teasing before erupting again.

“JULES!! STOP TEASING ME!!”

Jules slammed her with a thunderous double tap of surge. Then he pulled out and went back to twiddling her clit.

“JULES!!!!”

He snatched her up so that her ass was aloft. Gripping her waist, Jules smashed his face between her butt cheeks. He motorboated her, blowing extravagant flatulence up and down the line of her split. Lillian almost fainted of pleasure. Tony, in fact no one, had ever blown flatulence bubbles up her ass before. The young girl was ecstatic. Jules’ sloppy semen made the move all the more erotic.

Gabriella looked on anxiously.

Jules motorboated until Lillian’s writhing reached a crescendo, rubbing his nostrils between her cunt and her ass, humming sloppy air bubbles into both holes, eliciting fart sounds and shrieks of joy. Lillian writhed at the verge of collapse. Jules straightened. He stepped up behind her. Using his cockhead, he went back to painting Lillian's clit in pud.

"JULES!!!!" she cried out in frustration.

Jules smiled sardonically. He paused dramatically for effect, then inserted his cock into her shaven cunt. Lillian's pussy curdled about his shaft. He began to fuck her wildly. Each manly thrust caused Lillian to quake. She attacked his thick, pulsing cock with the fury of a woman scorned. Lillian crazed her way thru the torture of a monstrous orgasm. Fucking Tony’s friend like this was payback for the Margaret Situation.

Without waiting for his command, Lillian disengaged. She turned to gobble Jules’ cock. She’d cum. Now it was her turn to pleasure her new lover. Jules looked to Gabriella almost apologetically as his dick, still dripping with pussy manna, now disappeared into Lillian’s throat. Lillian was upstaging her sister. Gabriella had seen this before, though perhaps not as animatedly. Lillian was a sexual dynamo.

Jules humped Lillian’s mouth. As always, he loved the vision of a woman’s spittle accumulating along the line of his shaft. He loved the lip drag. He loved the slobber. He loved the feel of feminine tonsils tickling his pud. He loved that little gasp a woman makes as she clears her trachea for air. Lillian massaged his balls as she sucked. Jules’ dick was welcome new pole for a pussy that had been so dedicated to a single boyfriend. That first "new dick" after a break up is SO good!!

But when Lillian turned about to offer up her sphincter to the boy, Gabriella stepped in. This was a bit too much.

“Wait. Wait,” she said. “That's enough. It's my turn. You’re gonna make him cum again.”

Giving Lillian a dirty look, Gabriella yanked Jules away. She tooted her ass up to him. .

“Do that ‘ass bubbles’ thing again,” she mumbled.

Jules ranged up behind her and knelt. He pressed his face into her split.

Exhausted, Lillian crashed down onto the couch. She fanned her cunt. Lillian realized that her offer of anal sex had been something of an overreach. This whole encounter had been Gabriella’s idea. Lillian still wanted that ass poke, though. Sex with Jules had been amazing! Lillian was willing to await the conclusion of Gabriella’s turn at the pipe.

Jules knelt before Gabriella's roiling ass. Gabriella’s sparse pubic hairs preened up before him. Her silky strands spread further up her asscrack before disappearing into her lower back. He could see, too, that her clit ran the length of her cleft, like a sardine. It was not marbled or pearl-like, like Delphia’s.

Now Gabriella’s pussy bulged before his face again, this time from behind. Her asshole puckered. Her creamy butt cheeks wobbled in place. Gabriella reached back with both hands to spread her ass cheeks, unveiling both her exotic holes. Jules recognized the perfume wafting from between. Slowly, Jules pressed his face into Gabriella's ass.

There was something about Gabriella’s crack that differed from Lillian's. Gabriella had an exotic spice to her goods that made analingus subtly different. Jules couldn’t put his finger on it. His dick was still rock hard; its foray into Lillian's cunt and her maw had done little to remedy that disability. Jules suspected that his visit into Gabriella’s split might alleviate his affliction. Her ass/cunt combo, now glowering before him, poured gasoline onto the fires of his raging desire.

Gabriella began to undulate her behind such that Jules’ nose and lips we encumbered by both her sexual holes. Jules licked her sloppy wet. As her mania for tongue increased he was more able to probe deeper into each orifice.

Gabriella began to whisper.

“That’s it, Jules. Lick it. Lick that coño! Lick that punani like the tiger. OH!! Suck me! SUCK me, Jules!!”

As before, Gabriella’s use of scatological terms for “vagina” intrigued him. "Pussy" is such an arousing word to men, especially coming from its owner. “Punani” is an even rarer delight. And coño? He’d never heard the term, but deduced its meaning from the context.

“Mi CULO, Jules!! Stick that tongue up in there!! BLOW IN IT!! OH!! That feels so good!! Wiggle it! MORE!! FASTER!! DEEPER!!! OHHHHHHHHH!!! RIGHT THERE!!! SUCK!!!”

She scraped Jules’ face between her ass cheeks with an ever increasing fervor. Jules alternated between motorboating, sucking and licking. Salty sweat beads formed in her crack, only to coagulate and drip down onto Jules' tongue. He wasn't the first to lick Gabriella’s ass. Each time she had her ass ravaged with mouth like this was the best ever, Gabriella mused.

“Jules? JULES!! It’s time!! Do it now!!" she moaned.

Jules made no move to transition. Gabriella's southern split was too mesmerizing. Her taut, golden asscheeks bubbled before him. Her wispy-haired vagina creamed. His cock yearned to be inside her from either vantage point. Gabriella weaved her ethereal sexual spell before his nostrils. Jules continued to lap and blow bubbles into her ass.

“Yeh, lick that fuckin’ pussy, you fuckin’ mutherfucker…,” Gabriella growled. “That’s it. SUCK it. YESSS, GAWD!!!"

She swung her ass in concentric circles, like a twerk dancer, enticing him, drawing him, praying for dick.

Jules clambered up to mount her. He pointed his steely cock into her sphincter and, without hesitation, eased himself into her rectum. Gabriella groaned savagely. Jules now experienced the insensate joy of a woman’s tightest hole awash in his bubbly saliva. Jules' spittle assisted his drive into the depths of Gabriella's bunghole. Soon, his nuts were flopping against her clit. Gabriella wanted a Mandingo to ravage her backside. She got it. Gripping her by the neck, Jules ass-fucked her into sunshine. Gabriella howled her approval in her native tongue.

“Aiii!! PAPI!!! Vete a la mierda!!! Dámelo, nena!!!”

Diabolically, just when Gabriella was just about to crash and burn, Jules pulled out. The young novice knelt and began lapping away at the asshole he’d just quitted. Gabriella knew what he was doing. Having ravaged her butt to the point of capitulation, Jules was ramping her back down the hill—unsated. He didn't want her to cum too soon.

“Damn, damn, DAMMIT!!" Gabriella mused. “Somebody has taught this dude TOO well!!”

Once a man’s dick has gone deep, his tongue is just an appetizer. A fuck differs markedly from a lick. Better still, Jules had probed Gabriella’s anal core and his cock was still hard. He hadn’t succumbed. He knew that “the tease is the thing!!”

Gabriella settled in for a good, long session.

Jules mounted her twice more, puss and ass, before pulling out, flipping the script, and returning to engage both holes with tongue. Each time he had Gabriella at the very verge of paradise before easing back from the brink. It was deliriously frustrating.

Lillian looked on with wonder. Neither girl had any idea that Jules was so skilled. Tony would have lathered both of them with jism by now, fallen asleep, and then awakened with another hard-on. Lillian had teased a single jizz bomb from Jules. Since then he’d been a pillar of stone. His cock stank with the drunken perfume of sisterfuck.

Gabriella grabbed her ankles. Still standing, she doubled over to allow Jules oral access to her split from behind. Jules caressed her knees as he worked. Lillian waited until Gabriella’s groans of delight rumbled forth. She nudged up to Jules, intending to suck his cock on the sly as he serviced Gabriella with his lips and tongue. She reasoned that he was doing such a good job with Gabriella that he might appreciate some penile attention.

Each time Gabriella caught her sneaking up, she pushed Lillian away.

“It’s MY turn!!" she croaked.

Finally tiring of Lillian’s shenanigans, Gabriella took it upon herself to give Jules the blowjob she’d denied her sister. She'd sneaked a mini-nut in while Jules licked and fucked her twat. The resulting relief allowed Gabriella to think rationally apart from the fires consuming her nether regions. She knew that Jules MUST be in torment by now. Gabriella hoped that she might return the rollercoaster sexual experience she’d received from the boy.

“I might even give him a back lick,” she thought. "That's nice!!"

The smell of well-used cock is a searing love potion for women. Don’t let them tell you otherwise. A pussy-seasoned cock creams a woman like nobody’s business.

Gabriella knelt before Jules. His pulsating cock resonated millimeters from her nose. She drew a long, luxuriant sniff at his urethra. It was like a hit of crystal cocaine. The tangy odor of numerous other pussies wafted forth, including her own and that of her sister. Tenderly, Gabriella offered the tip of her tongue to the split in his cockhead. She licked his opening, then inched south to the sensitive nerve endings beneath his bulbous crown. Involuntarily, Jules queefed pussy stench from his urethra into her nostrils. Gabriella was enthralled. This dick had bathed in the clefts of untold goddesses and left them sloppy, slippery and wet. Gabriella realized that this first encounter with Jules would remain in his sexual tissues for life. She wanted him to remember.

Gabriella looked up to catch Jules’ eyes. It was time.

She enveloped his helm between her lips and began to inch-blow him. Each time her voluptuous lips crested his crown, Jules jerked spastically. His shaft went unsucked, but Gabriella’s attention to his most sensitive bulb proved more than enough to send the boy soaring aloft. And when she deployed her tongue in concentric, Delphia-like circlets, Jules knew Nirvana. He waited until the last minute, then surged forward to drench Gabriella's throat in cream. Holding her head tightly in place, Jules delivered up the full measure of his penile devotion. Gabriella swallowed his issue in great, gasping bolts of skeet. She was intrigued, happy and satisfied. This was too quick, but…whatever.

Lillian looked on. She wondered if taking Jules for herself was worth the effort. Neither she nor Gabriella knew the extent of Jules’ sexual commitments. If they’d known, they wouldn’t have believed it. Jules was a known Christian, after all!

Gabriella never got the chance at that backlick in. Jules just didn't have the stamina for cresting long at the razor blade of lust. No matter. They both knew that this was going to happen again. And again and again. Jules would learn.

Good sex lends itself to a return visit.