I could feel a set of lips sliding up and down my dick and a tongue swirling around it; this was a wonderful way to wake up and I was getting used to it. I let out a moan and the blowjob stopped for an instant and then started again as Donna wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss. I was still groggy and my brain was not quite working yet. Okay, so Donna's kissing me, which means Veronica…
Donna said: “I didn't think you'd mind, I decided to teach Veronica how to suck cock. How's she doing?”
“Either you are a great teacher or she is an excellent student,” was my response. “I'm not going to last much longer,” I added.
“Go ahead and cum in her mouth. But wait until I get there, I want it. This is so fucking hot!” she said as she slid down to join Veronica.
The sight was breathtaking. Veronica was on my right with her lips wrapped around my dick, working it up and down and Donna was on my left with her nose and mouth only inches away from my dick. I felt the familiar swelling in my prick and the rushing of cum from my balls and down my shaft, and the release as it gushed into Veronica's mouth.
“Don't swallow; hold it in your mouth,” Donna instructed.
My dick slipped out of the 13-year-old's mouth. She looked at her sister with chipmunk cheeks all puffed out.
“I want to taste it too,” Donna said as she leaned over and kissed her sister, opening her mouth and pushing her tongue between Veronica's lips.
Veronica hesitated at first then relaxed as Donna's tongue worked around her own as they shared my cum. They soon broke the kiss and each girl swallowed what they each had in their mouths. Veronica looked at me and like an excited kid seeking approval asked, “Did I do it right? I love sucking cock. I could have kept it up forever but I wanted to taste your cum in my mouth too.”
“You did just fine and with more practice you'll be as good as your sister.”
She beamed with pride at the compliment and reached over and hugged her sister. “Thanks for sharing,” Veronica said.
“Just remember, he's mine, I got dibs. Don't try to steal him. If you want just ask,” was Donna's answer…
But that's just a fantasy I have every now and then, a memory I wished I had. Fantasy can be a good coping mechanism…