.. My oldest sister (Elizabeth aka Betty), has become a member of the D-cup club, while Jess is carrying on the tradition and has a tremendous pair of... very full C-cups.After a perfunctory session of talking College Math with Betty and high school English with Jessica, we all got naked and got on my double bed.I was hard and quickly inside Betty’s bush, with Jess laying on her back carefully on her sister and I began a most wonderful meal of her hairless pussy. Betty played with her sister’s. I lift my heels to the table, opening myself completely. Leaning back on my arms, I slit my eyes to watch him. That’s all the stimulation I need, the sight of his youthful body, full of grace and strength, glistening with sweat and lust as he pumps deep into me. As he holds the edge of the table and thrusts hard and fast, his six-pack abdomen ripples with his exertions. There’s no time for foreplay or finesse. There never is, but I don’t want either one. I want to be fucked. I moan; I can’t. He had never been one for scrapping as a boy, he had never been involved in a drunken tavern brawl. When he imagined knights in their shining armor engaging the enemies of the kingdom, he thought of chivalry, of bravery and glory. The reality was far less glamorous. It was terrifying, painful, dirty. He never wanted to do it again if it could be avoided.He glanced over at his staff as it lay propped up against a nearby rock, remembering the feeling of surrendering to its power, the unwelcome. I gave him directions while he bounced me up and down on his cock. The climb up the stairs was pure bliss as every step rubbed his cock in and out of my sheath. I noticed that Cody and Jordan were following us.Cody asked, “Same bedroom or shall we use the guest room?”“Same bedroom,” I answered. “I want to see what your nasty mind will come up with next.”Reaching the bedroom, Caleb placed me on the bed with my ass at the edge and my legs on the floor.“It’s time for my dessert,” he said, dropping.