“Come,” said Freda, drawing Caroline's head gently yet firmly down to her neck, as she turned her head sideways. “Come, dear sister! Start on me now! No malingering! No subterfuges! You must go all the way down to that exciting spot that I know when touched will set my very mind afire.”
Caroline allowed Freda to press her face to her shoulder and, thrusting forth her trembling velvet tongue, she moved gently over shoulders and neck in quivering caresses, causing the young girl to experience the most delicious of sensations!
Slowly brushing her tongue over the delicate swell of her young sister's bosom, she ascended the soft quivering hills, causing Freda to writhe about; and upon reaching the delicate apex, crowned with a pinken erect nipple, hard and eager as if to do battle, Caroline engulfed the tip with her lips and rolled it gently between her teeth.
This delicate titillation seemed to drive Freda into a perfect torment of sensual feeling, and passing her hand behind her sister's cool head, she hugged it closely to her breast and panted in a perfect fever of emotion.
“O-o-o-h! Caroline!” she murmured. “Your tongue is a pleasure to me. The thrills that you inspire within me seem to sear my very brain! I am afire indeed and beg you, dear sister of mine, to love me with all your might.”
For answer, Caroline moved to the other breast, and after repeating this operation, she moved down a bit and allowed her agile tongue to skim gently the surface of her sister's now leaping abdomen. Licking in fast crisscross strokes, she hesitated an instant at the navel and buried her tongue in this delicate opening, causing Freda to leap back and forth, as if she were being penetrated by an erect organ.
Lower and lower sank the titillating tongue, until now she tongued the quivering and leaping loins of her sister's naked form; then, lifting her head for an instant's breath, she lifted one leg of the younger girl and, starting at the naked ankle, tongued her way up to the pleasing juncture of Freda's belly, causing the girl to undergo a tumult that at times threatened to throw her off the bed.
Repeating this operation with the other leg, not forgetting a few caresses upon the loins of the writhing girl who now lay as wax in her hands, Caroline slipped down to the floor, and drawing apart widely Freda's thighs, she gazed directly into the seat, the very heart of her sister's sensations.
The tender pinken outer lips, pouting like a half-blown rose, were parted tenderly by Caroline's finger, and the inner lips, their coral substance glittering and glistening with a slight preliminary dew, closed tightly around that tender, standing button, now slightly rosy and gorged as it nervously swayed. Caroline gazed with wonder at the tiny torturous channel, not as yet opened to the projectile of man, and she again tongued the inner flesh of Freda's thighs close up to this quivering orifice.
Each touch of Caroline's velvety tongue caused both of the sisters to experience the most tumultuous of sensations.
Pressing her lips closely around the knob, she sucked it furiously between her lips and drew in its swollen entirety within her fevered mouth, causing her passion-crazed sister to throw her thighs about Caroline's head, and press her sister's head in a sensual embrace.
Dropping her hands to Caroline, she seized her pretty, hardworking sister by the ears, and held her head tightly to her grotto of love, and with wild tosses lifted her buttocks far up in an effort to discharge her throbbing cargo. Caroline continued furiously her tonguings of her sister's knob, pushing it gently from one side to the other with her titillating tongue, and gently with her teeth biting its erect and swollen tip. Allowing her tongue to fall lower, she thrust it with a sudden spur up firmly into Freda's sexual crack, causing the girl, upon whom these delicate operations had an overpowering effect, almost to leap from the bed upon which she writhed.
Caroline, ceasing a moment in these delicate ministrations, lifted her head upward, the lips still gleaming with a faint film of mucous engendered from her sister's parts, and murmured to her in a low voice:
“Does the manipulation of my tongue, sister Freda, cause you any inconvenience? Does it hurt you?” Still holding her sister's plump bare thighs tightly in her arms, her face was not six inches from the divine touchstone of her sister's body.
“N-o-o-o! No-o-o! Caroline dear,” breathed Freda, in a faraway voice. “That divine tongue of yours, my dear sister, instills pleasures that are indeed thrilling! My very soul is in a perfect tumult of the most delicious emotion, and I long to give down into your eager, palpitating mouth the very essence of my sensual being. I beg you, dear sister, do not desist in these delicate attentions, these provoking motions of your ravishing tongue, through which I experience the most pleasant of all sensations. Proceed in the manner that you have so deliciously started, to that agonizing and sublime culmination that I know to a surety will rend from my soul the very essence of my being.”
A frenzied strangling compression of her sister's thighs told her that the crisis was quickly approaching and, quickening her-tongue-motions, she felt Freda leap and twist beneath her and knew that her suspicions had been fully verified.
“Caroline! C-a-r-o-l-i-n-e!” moaned Freda, leaping and gyrating about until Caroline thought sure that she would be thrown from beneath the frenzied girl's thighs. “O-o-o O-o-o-o-o-o-o-h, Caroline. I am coming! I am coming! It goes! It goes! Your tongue! Your tongue! Sweetheart, away up within me!” Caroline, thrusting her tongue as far as she possibly could up within the throbbing parts of Freda's slit, was rewarded with a convulsive tightening and relaxing of her younger sister's sheath, as spasmodic jets of balsamic fluid flooded her trembling mouth and throat, projected as it seemed from Freda's being.
Caroline gasped and coughed and, pushing Freda's thighs, endeavored to escape from her sister's tightly clasped thighs.
Freda still held her powerless in the clasp of the bare members, but after a deluge of sperm, she allowed these delicious bonds to unloose, and Caroline was allowed to slip, panting and coughing, almost fainting in a droop to the carpeted floor.
After a moment's pause, which she used to recover her breath, which seemed to have departed her body, she struggled weakly to her feet. Staggering to secure a towel, she wiped her face and arranged her hair, which had become sadly disordered by her sister's convulsive claspings, and looked at herself in the mirror.
A wild throbbing thrilled in her beating temples, and her parts seemed to itch and bum like fire. Throwing up her petticoat in an irresistible desire to do something to relieve this longing, she placed a finger on her sensitive spot, and with furious motions tossed it swaying about. The crisis approaching, she sank weak and trembling to the toilet seat, and with one final rub, felt the dew course from her and trickle in gouty spurts down her inner thighs. With her hand still weakly pressed on this sensitive spot, she sat perking and quivering, her eyes tightly closed, awaiting this passionate flow to cease its soul-inspiring spoutings.
Finally it was over! With a delicious shudder she pressed her thighs closely together and rose weakly to her feet. Securing a towel, she again dried her parts and then returned to her sister, whom she thought by now should have recovered from her tempestuous emotions.
Freda still lay as Caroline had left her, her thighs widely outspread, her sexual badge all gleaming and wet from the recent discharge, and her countenance almost waxen in its whiteness.
“Sister dear,” cried Caroline, alarmed as she ran to the side of the bed and clasped her sister's arm. “Freda! It is Caroline! What on earth is the matter with you? Freda, Freda! Speak to me! Oh! Oh! What have I done!” Running to the bath, she secured a towel and, having moistened it, returned hurriedly and placed it upon Freda's forehead, chafing her wrists and endeavoring in all manners to restore her senses.