Providencia Ch. 05

For a while Annalisa was left to herself in her seperate quarters. She immediately grew very comfortable with her nudity, whether she was reading, writing, playing the piano or even promenading in the vast gardens, the warm winds caressing her breasts and cooling her mostly hot sex. It was by then high summer, luckily. The already only very delicate tan lines on her slightly dark complexion quickly disappeared from her many brisk garden walks in the nude under the sun.

She would wake up in the morning, sliding out from under her silk sheets as God made her. Enjoy her bath with the help of Gertrude. Have a light breakfast in the nude. Put on her long leather boots firmly tying them and then wander off into the garden for an hour of promenade or so in solitude. Exploring every morning new nooks and crannies of the garden, listening to the birds singing, discovering this new plant or that new flower. The warm wind caressing her naked body. Often, she would find one of the many garden benches, perhaps a seat in a gazebo or a chair by a greenhouse. She would lean back, close her eyes and open her lap wide onto the wind and imagine strangers walking past looking into her opening. She would moisten up, and eventually caress her labia and clit. First slowly, gently, then more rough and greedily until she had a warm, satisfying orgasm there in the sun under the open sky, in the company of birds and squirrels in their own to-and-fro'ing.

When returning to the mansion she would read, her one leg up on the armrest the other wide apart while absorbed in literature or poetry, or she would practice the piano, bend with concentration over the keys as her long hair hung down her sides and on her back.

Despite her days in solitude, Annalisa was of course not alone. Her sister dined with her regularly, of course fully clothed.

Even if Annalisa's days were blissfully alike, her sister would enquire curiously every day. Especially around her sexual activities. How often had she pleasured herself, when and where. What had she been thinking about etc. The crossexamining and her own very intimate answers almost made Annalisa come again right there at the dining table.

Annamaria sometimes asked Annalisa to demonstrate a particular masturbation technique or a particular way, Annalisa had sat while doing it. Annamaria would take an almost clinical interest and move close to Annalisa, even kneeling to sit eye to eye with her sisters opening as Annalisa caressed herself. It was extraordinarily arousing for Annalisa. It made her feel like an animal in a zoo being studied by those wanting to understand how humans function and mate. Annalisa was never able to stop herself from coming when she sat there, lap open wide in front of her eager and curious sister, whose beaming face was as close to her cunt that she would be able to smell and inhale her scents and moisture. Annalise was as in trance then, holding off and off until she could not stop. And she would wimper and leak, and from to time even squirt her sister directly in the face with her juices. Her sister would stay still, eyes open lips slightly parted and relish the shower of sex upon her cheeks, lips and chin.

The aunt

A few weeks after mobing in, her nephews began visiting her. They came by when returning from their studies in the afternoons and most of the days on weekends. They were evidently already briefed on the arrangement.

How they had grown. At first she had been a little shy, but very soon she discovered that the two of them were the most shy and so she began embracing the situation with confidence.

Whenever they were visiting she would sit around with legs apart visually displaying her slightly open sex with the finely trimmed triangle of hair above for their full view. She found it more and more exciting, and her nipples would always be pointy and her cleft moist as they conversed, read together or she played piano pieces for them.

But it took a long while for them to make a move even though their mother had made it very clear to them that Annalisa was at their beck and call in all senses.

In the end she felt she had to nudge them a little if the arrangement was to serve its purpose at all.

At one point in a conversation the three of them had about an up and coming poet, there was a pause and she simply asked if they could tell that she was aroused. She went on by explaining that her nipples were hard and her sex was dripping wet to the point that it left stains on the leather seats when she rose. Hadn't they been able to tell through all these weeks?

"Look closer", she said and parted her legs. She only wore short white ancle socks and a small golden chain around her left ancle. Joaquin knelt slowly and studied her lap with careful curiosity.

"Can you smell me?", Annalisa asked and edged a bit closer opening her legs even wider, her one leg now lying across the armrest, her foot dangling.

"Yes," Joaquin said after a while. "I have noticed it many tinesbefore. It's very arousing. Like flowers and damp grass. And so glistening. Are you really turned on, auntie?"

"Very much," she said. "And how are you feeling?" She looked into his short dark hair and extended a hand to ruffle it gently.

"Getting quite hard myself," he said after a pause. "I have never seen such a beautiful... thing. A female flower?"

"Can I see you harden?" she asked. "Take of your clothes."

Joaquin obliged and dropped his pants. Then his undergarments. A surprisingly large pole appeared, flapping upwards as this last piece of clothing was removed. Some droplets ejected from the tip as it was freed and swung up.

"See - you are also dripping," she said and pointed towards the bead of pre-cum formning at the tip of his cock.

Jorge stayed still in his chair behind Joaquin.

"Care to join?" she asked teasingly.

"No, I'll just watch for now," Jorge said slowly.

"Well, suit yourself," she said.

"Now you come here," she beckoned Joaquin. He took some steps forward with his cock standing out from below his loose white shirt. "There are many ways to pleasure something like this one," she said as she reached out to gently cup his testicles. His cock jolted immediately as a response.

"You are perhaps as hard, as you can get, I think. Very impressive." She tugged very slowly along its length. A drop of precum extended onto the top of her hand. "But let me still show how you can help these things harden more - if it were ever needed."

She guided his cock towards her lips, kissed its head very gently, and then licked it along its length, like a popsicle, still cupping his balls from below with her one hand. There was no sound for a while except for the wet gliding of her tongue up and down his shaft.

Jorge in the background did not move but could see everything from his seat and he observed intensely even if frozen in his chair. Joaquin moaned very slightly - as if afraid to make a noise to disturb anything - as she finally took his cock between her lips and in her mouth.

Annalisa was burning hot. Joaquins cock seemed to leak precum like a small faucet and it trickled onto the back of her tongue as she moved up and down along his length. He tasted so good, salty, and his flesh was so soft and smooth and burning hot. She gently caressed his balls with her long fingers, and he stiffened even more inside her mouth.

"Let's try something else," she said and let go of Joaquins cock with a tiny smack of her lips and she shifted in her seat. Her nudity eased her movements greatly and she laid down and pulled him towards her chest for his hard cock to rest between her two sweaty breasts. Precum was lubricating his passage back and forth between her mounds. Her tongue extended to greet his exposed head when he was farthest up her cleavage. He was very eager and moved frantically back and forth. She managed to slow him down and found a steady rythm of back and forth anticipating his cock with her parted lips whenever he moved his hips and his long member forward. It was all a wet mess between her breast, on her face and on his head and shaft. There was no friction, only the floating, gliding movement as a well-oiled machine. A piston moving back and forth and back and forth.

Suddenly she felt a cautious tongue on her labia. Jorge had left his seat and was now lapping up her juices like a thirsty kitten and she had a hard time concentrating. It took very few few cirklings of his tongue and only a few flicks on her button. The room instantly pulled tightly together around her and for a long second she spasmed and came hard, her canal clenching tightly around Jorges probing tongue. Then she received the blast from Joaquin. Long ropes of cum hit her chin and lips in what seemed like several waves of hard spray. It tasted so good. Salty and musky at the same time.

Afterwards they all laid still. Joaquin was resting on her chest, his cock still hard and throbbing and he was still rocking slightly back and forth as a gentle wave on the shore. Annalisa had scraped off Joaquin's cum from her face and cleavage with her fingers and fed herself with it. Jorge was slowly caressing her sex with the upper side of his hand. She felt hot and sweaty and completely relaxed.

"Would you finish me too?" Jorge asked. Annalisa looked down as Joaquin dismounted her, his half-hard cock slapping her arm as he did. She saw that Jorge was now also completely naked and his cock a waving pole in front of him. The same beautiful, smooth piece of warm flesh and skin as Joaquin, but unused and more than ready. As if pulsing with energy. She immediately reignited.

Joaquin retreated to another chair and began slowly masturbating his half-hard cock.

"What would you like me to do?" she asked Jorge obediently.

Without a word, he laid down on top of her, his exposed cockhead also dripping with precum, first on her belly, and then - as he repositioned - onto her tiny triangle of pubic hair.

She instinctively lifted up her legs, the ancle bracelet sliding up her left shin, her legs locking behind Jorges back. He positioned his head at her entrance, their juices mixing.

"Can I cum inside you?" he asked as he briefly paused.

"Yes, that is the agreement," she purred. "Please do, if you want to!"

He gently pushed into her ever so gently, savoring the feeling of her tight tunnel around his large cock. She swallowed him with her sex as he pushed on and on until his balls rested on the skin above her other hole, and then he stayed. It was as if his cock grew longer and thicker inside of her and as if her insides tightened and clenched around it firmly and mercilessly.

Again, time extended as her world and body contracted for a long extended second until she blew again, darkness and light interchanging before her closed eyes. He also blew, it turned out. His eager young balls emptying through several successive loads.

They laid still after that, now noticing Joaquin's frantic masturbation. He stood up now, grabbing her one foot in the white sock and he blew himself upon that. Not that much this time, but enough for it to drip from her foot and onto Jorge's thigh.

Many more lessons followed. She felt like she did not really need to teach them that much, that they were very capable themselves already. But her presence, the opportunity, her nudging and her raw sensuality was a needed catalyst to unlock their courage and their willingness to experiment.

The cuckcake

Not long after, her sister's lover would also start visiting. At first, he was made to think that Annamaria was not aware of it, but that he had discovered Annalisa by chance.

He was told that Annalisa, the sister whom he had never met, had moved in and had her seperate private quarters in the mansion. Carlos was send to find a specific book one afternoon, where he was told Annalisa would not be there. But of course she was there. Prepared and waiting like a honey trap for the unsuspecting prey.

She was already in the library room on the first floor, when he entered. Spread out on the chaiselong as usual, an open book in one hand pretending to sleep.

He did not notice her at first, focused as he was on finding the bird guide he had been sent to find. Only when she breathed audibly and moved as in her sleep, he turned and froze.

Imagine the shock as he saw a darker, prettier version of his Annamaria laying on the couch completely naked. Her dark, loose hair spread out over the armrest and back of the chaiselong.

He just remained standing, observing her. Puzzled, but also excited. Annamaria was not at home. He had all the time in the world. He took a careful step closer. He could see her open pink pussy, the black triangle of hair above it. Her beautiful breasts rising and falling with her slow breathing.

"Do you see something that pleases you?" she said. She had opened her eyes while he was absorbed with staring at her naked body and was now looking him directly in the eyes, a slight smile on her face.

"Apologies, I err, didn't know you were here," he startled. "Your sister gave me the impression, you were not her..." he stammered.

"I am always here," Annalisa responded. "Come closer. And take a look."

At first, he didn't move. But then he slowly approached. He sat on the far end of the chaiselong eyes still taking in her beauty and the sensual energy on display.

She sat up, gently took his right hand, which was nearest, and placed it on top of herFor a while Annalisa was left to herself in her seperate quarters. She immediately grew very comfortable with her nudity, whether she was reading, writing, playing the piano or even promenading in the vast gardens, the warm winds caressing her breasts and cooling her mostly hot sex. It was by then high summer, luckily. The already only very delicate tan lines on her slightly dark complexion quickly disappeared from her many brisk garden walks in the nude under the sun.

She would wake up in the morning, sliding out from under her silk sheets as God made her. Enjoy her bath with the help of Gertrude. Have a light breakfast in the nude. Put on her long leather boots firmly tying them and then wander off into the garden for an hour of promenade or so in solitude. Exploring every morning new nooks and crannies of the garden, listening to the birds singing, discovering this new plant or that new flower. The warm wind caressing her naked body. Often, she would find one of the many garden benches, perhaps a seat in a gazebo or a chair by a greenhouse. She would lean back, close her eyes and open her lap wide onto the wind and imagine strangers walking past looking into her opening. She would moisten up, and eventually caress her labia and clit. First slowly, gently, then more rough and greedily until she had a warm, satisfying orgasm there in the sun under the open sky, in the company of birds and squirrels in their own to-and-fro'ing.

When returning to the mansion she would read, her one leg up on the armrest the other wide apart while absorbed in literature or poetry, or she would practice the piano, bend with concentration over the keys as her long hair hung down her sides and on her back.

Despite her days in solitude, Annalisa was of course not alone. Her sister dined with her regularly, of course fully clothed.

Even if Annalisa's days were blissfully alike, her sister would enquire curiously every day. Especially around her sexual activities. How often had she pleasured herself, when and where. What had she been thinking about etc. The crossexamining and her own very intimate answers almost made Annalisa come again right there at the dining table.

Annamaria sometimes asked Annalisa to demonstrate a particular masturbation technique or a particular way, Annalisa had sat while doing it. Annamaria would take an almost clinical interest and move close to Annalisa, even kneeling to sit eye to eye with her sisters opening as Annalisa caressed herself. It was extraordinarily arousing for Annalisa. It made her feel like an animal in a zoo being studied by those wanting to understand how humans function and mate. Annalisa was never able to stop herself from coming when she sat there, lap open wide in front of her eager and curious sister, whose beaming face was as close to her cunt that she would be able to smell and inhale her scents and moisture. Annalise was as in trance then, holding off and off until she could not stop. And she would wimper and leak, and from to time even squirt her sister directly in the face with her juices. Her sister would stay still, eyes open lips slightly parted and relish the shower of sex upon her cheeks, lips and chin.

The aunt

A few weeks after mobing in, her nephews began visiting her. They came by when returning from their studies in the afternoons and most of the days on weekends. They were evidently already briefed on the arrangement.

How they had grown. At first she had been a little shy, but very soon she discovered that the two of them were the most shy and so she began embracing the situation with confidence.

Whenever they were visiting she would sit around with legs apart visually displaying her slightly open sex with the finely trimmed triangle of hair above for their full view. She found it more and more exciting, and her nipples would always be pointy and her cleft moist as they conversed, read together or she played piano pieces for them.

But it took a long while for them to make a move even though their mother had made it very clear to them that Annalisa was at their beck and call in all senses.

In the end she felt she had to nudge them a little if the arrangement was to serve its purpose at all.

At one point in a conversation the three of them had about an up and coming poet, there was a pause and she simply asked if they could tell that she was aroused. She went on by explaining that her nipples were hard and her sex was dripping wet to the point that it left stains on the leather seats when she rose. Hadn't they been able to tell through all these weeks?

"Look closer", she said and parted her legs. She only wore short white ancle socks and a small golden chain around her left ancle. Joaquin knelt slowly and studied her lap with careful curiosity.

"Can you smell me?", Annalisa asked and edged a bit closer opening her legs even wider, her one leg now lying across the armrest, her foot dangling.

"Yes," Joaquin said after a while. "I have noticed it many tinesbefore. It's very arousing. Like flowers and damp grass. And so glistening. Are you really turned on, auntie?"

"Very much," she said. "And how are you feeling?" She looked into his short dark hair and extended a hand to ruffle it gently.

"Getting quite hard myself," he said after a pause. "I have never seen such a beautiful... thing. A female flower?"

"Can I see you harden?" she asked. "Take of your clothes."

Joaquin obliged and dropped his pants. Then his undergarments. A surprisingly large pole appeared, flapping upwards as this last piece of clothing was removed. Some droplets ejected from the tip as it was freed and swung up.

"See - you are also dripping," she said and pointed towards the bead of pre-cum formning at the tip of his cock.

Jorge stayed still in his chair behind Joaquin.

"Care to join?" she asked teasingly.

"No, I'll just watch for now," Jorge said slowly.

"Well, suit yourself," she said.

"Now you come here," she beckoned Joaquin. He took some steps forward with his cock standing out from below his loose white shirt. "There are many ways to pleasure something like this one," she said as she reached out to gently cup his testicles. His cock jolted immediately as a response.

"You are perhaps as hard, as you can get, I think. Very impressive." She tugged very slowly along its length. A drop of precum extended onto the top of her hand. "But let me still show how you can help these things harden more - if it were ever needed."

She guided his cock towards her lips, kissed its head very gently, and then licked it along its length, like a popsicle, still cupping his balls from below with her one hand. There was no sound for a while except for the wet gliding of her tongue up and down his shaft.

Jorge in the background did not move but could see everything from his seat and he observed intensely even if frozen in his chair. Joaquin moaned very slightly - as if afraid to make a noise to disturb anything - as she finally took his cock between her lips and in her mouth.

Annalisa was burning hot. Joaquins cock seemed to leak precum like a small faucet and it trickled onto the back of her tongue as she moved up and down along his length. He tasted so good, salty, and his flesh was so soft and smooth and burning hot. She gently caressed his balls with her long fingers, and he stiffened even more inside her mouth.

"Let's try something else," she said and let go of Joaquins cock with a tiny smack of her lips and she shifted in her seat. Her nudity eased her movements greatly and she laid down and pulled him towards her chest for his hard cock to rest between her two sweaty breasts. Precum was lubricating his passage back and forth between her mounds. Her tongue extended to greet his exposed head when he was farthest up her cleavage. He was very eager and moved frantically back and forth. She managed to slow him down and found a steady rythm of back and forth anticipating his cock with her parted lips whenever he moved his hips and his long member forward. It was all a wet mess between her breast, on her face and on his head and shaft. There was no friction, only the floating, gliding movement as a well-oiled machine. A piston moving back and forth and back and forth.

Suddenly she felt a cautious tongue on her labia. Jorge had left his seat and was now lapping up her juices like a thirsty kitten and she had a hard time concentrating. It took very few few cirklings of his tongue and only a few flicks on her button. The room instantly pulled tightly together around her and for a long second she spasmed and came hard, her canal clenching tightly around Jorges probing tongue. Then she received the blast from Joaquin. Long ropes of cum hit her chin and lips in what seemed like several waves of hard spray. It tasted so good. Salty and musky at the same time.

Afterwards they all laid still. Joaquin was resting on her chest, his cock still hard and throbbing and he was still rocking slightly back and forth as a gentle wave on the shore. Annalisa had scraped off Joaquin's cum from her face and cleavage with her fingers and fed herself with it. Jorge was slowly caressing her sex with the upper side of his hand. She felt hot and sweaty and completely relaxed.

"Would you finish me too?" Jorge asked. Annalisa looked down as Joaquin dismounted her, his half-hard cock slapping her arm as he did. She saw that Jorge was now also completely naked and his cock a waving pole in front of him. The same beautiful, smooth piece of warm flesh and skin as Joaquin, but unused and more than ready. As if pulsing with energy. She immediately reignited.

Joaquin retreated to another chair and began slowly masturbating his half-hard cock.

"What would you like me to do?" she asked Jorge obediently.

Without a word, he laid down on top of her, his exposed cockhead also dripping with precum, first on her belly, and then - as he repositioned - onto her tiny triangle of pubic hair.

She instinctively lifted up her legs, the ancle bracelet sliding up her left shin, her legs locking behind Jorges back. He positioned his head at her entrance, their juices mixing.

"Can I cum inside you?" he asked as he briefly paused.

"Yes, that is the agreement," she purred. "Please do, if you want to!"

He gently pushed into her ever so gently, savoring the feeling of her tight tunnel around his large cock. She swallowed him with her sex as he pushed on and on until his balls rested on the skin above her other hole, and then he stayed. It was as if his cock grew longer and thicker inside of her and as if her insides tightened and clenched around it firmly and mercilessly.

Again, time extended as her world and body contracted for a long extended second until she blew again, darkness and light interchanging before her closed eyes. He also blew, it turned out. His eager young balls emptying through several successive loads.

They laid still after that, now noticing Joaquin's frantic masturbation. He stood up now, grabbing her one foot in the white sock and he blew himself upon that. Not that much this time, but enough for it to drip from her foot and onto Jorge's thigh.

Many more lessons followed. She felt like she did not really need to teach them that much, that they were very capable themselves already. But her presence, the opportunity, her nudging and her raw sensuality was a needed catalyst to unlock their courage and their willingness to experiment.

The cuckcake

Not long after, her sister's lover would also start visiting. At first, he was made to think that Annamaria was not aware of it, but that he had discovered Annalisa by chance.

He was told that Annalisa, the sister whom he had never met, had moved in and had her seperate private quarters in the mansion. Carlos was send to find a specific book one afternoon, where he was told Annalisa would not be there. But of course she was there. Prepared and waiting like a honey trap for the unsuspecting prey.

She was already in the library room on the first floor, when he entered. Spread out on the chaiselong as usual, an open book in one hand pretending to sleep.

He did not notice her at first, focused as he was on finding the bird guide he had been sent to find. Only when she breathed audibly and moved as in her sleep, he turned and froze.

Imagine the shock as he saw a darker, prettier version of his Annamaria laying on the couch completely naked. Her dark, loose hair spread out over the armrest and back of the chaiselong.

He just remained standing, observing her. Puzzled, but also excited. Annamaria was not at home. He had all the time in the world. He took a careful step closer. He could see her open pink pussy, the black triangle of hair above it. Her beautiful breasts rising and falling with her slow breathing.

"Do you see something that pleases you?" she said. She had opened her eyes while he was absorbed with staring at her naked body and was now looking him directly in the eyes, a slight smile on her face.

"Apologies, I err, didn't know you were here," he startled. "Your sister gave me the impression, you were not her..." he stammered.

"I am always here," Annalisa responded. "Come closer. And take a look."

At first, he didn't move. But then he slowly approached. He sat on the far end of the chaiselong eyes still taking in her beauty and the sensual energy on display.

She sat up, gently took his right hand, which was nearest, and placed it on top of her open lap. She was already burning. She moved her hips gently back and firth under his hand, and he could not avoid feeling her wetness.

She kept at it for a little while. Then she pointed to the growing bulge in his pants.

"Is there something you want to show me?" She purred and smiled like a wicked kitten. "I bet I can show you where it fits perfectly."

He stood up, removed his pants, and sat down again, revealing a long but thin tanned cock pointing upwards. To her surprise she saw that he was circumcised, the pinkish head already bared and glistening, and the visibles lines of the skin already much below it.

"Oh my," she said, looking him directly in the eyes.

She scooted closer and took a gentle hold of his cock with her left hand. She began slowly tugging up and down at it, it's length already majestically extended upwards and upwards as she tugged downward and downwards, she skin tightening.

She kept at it for very long as he sat immovable, closing his eyes for long stretches of time.

She let go, and stood up. Her sex dripping wet. She grabbed the back of his head and pressed his face against her lap.

"Is there not somewhere, you want to put it," she asked firmly. "Well then do it!"

He finally rose, grapped her around the waist and turned her around, bending her over. She spread her legs wide, her hands now resting on the floor in front of the chaiselong. Her dark, wet opening beckoned, and he placed his cock at its entrance and slowly pushed himself in. They were both so wet that he easlily slid inside her effortlessly. It felt like he fed her pussy metres of his long circumcised cock and that the head of his cock rested deep inside her womb when the hip bones met. She felt so full.

Then he started fucking her in long slow strokes at first taking ages drawing himself almost completely out againg only to re-enter his entire sword length once more. He increased the pace, she spread her legs even wider to accomodate his thrusts and to withstand when he bottomed and their skin smacked against each other. But she could barely remain standing as his pace increased until he groaned and released himself deep inside her. She almost fell forward as she had an orgasm, her vision blurred and her canal clenched hard and long around his ejaculating cock.

After that they laid against each other on the chaiselong, their hearts racing and semen slowly seeping out from her hole and onto the leather.

She began playing with his cock, which at first did not react, but then slowly began stiffening. It was truly one of the longest pricks she had ever fucked.

Soon it was ready again pointing upwards an inch above his belly botton. She placed herself across him, her back towards him. Her hand guiding his long, stiff cock towards her other hole.

His long cock was still wet with cum and she managed to push some of the cum flowing out her pussy backwards and downwards towards her other entrance, using her fingers to push the creamy lubricant inside her sphincter. She was ready.

She then sank onto his spear and the long slick pole eadily penetrated her slowly and agonisingly on and on until she felt completely filled. She leaned backwards towards him, her hands holding her up on each side of him. From behind he cupped her breasts and then grapped the back of her thighs as he lifted up her legs and started fucking her tight asshole.

She could not take it very long before climaxing, a brutal raw anal orgasm ripping through her almost taking her breath away.

He felt her body clench and tighten around his cock and he also blew himself. There was the feeling of warm cum deep inside her ass although probably less than his previous load only tens of minutes ago.

Again, she gave him many lessons, but she was only the catalyst to free the lust and abilities of her sister's timid lover. He became more and more dominant, sometimes entering her quarters brusquely and ordering her around, sometimes tying her up. Sometimes ordering her to not wipe of the cum that he had sprayed all over her breast and face but leave it to slowly drip and run down her thighs and legs.

As you might guess, the two sisters soon found ways for Annamaria to secretly watch her once timid lover fuck her sister's brains out. This brought Annamaria and Annalisa great pleasure.

Eventually the time came for the reveal and Annamaria showed up in the middle of a particularly raw fuck. He was visibly torn when she appeared but was so deep into a fast rythmic fucking of her loudly moaning sister that he was in fact unable to stop.

She just smiled kindly at him, and told him to go on, as she simply sat down, put down her shopping bags and took off her hat and gloves matter-of-factly as if she had only disturbed a maid cleaning or was listening to a family member reciting homework for a tutor.

Then he came inside Annalisa with a roar and sank down on top of her, spent.

"Impressive," Annamaria said. "I am glad to see, you have it in you. The raw, feral passion. I have missed that."

Carlos almost evaporated from shame, but Annamaria encouraged him.

"I set it up, love." she continued. "I was sure, youbwere holding back for some reason. And I wanted to help you find... this, within you. I am so happy."

The tears welled in her eyes. She rose and approached thw two naked lovers.

"And you," she said to her sister. "Thank you. I love you."

She planted a long passionate kiss on her sister's lips. Annalisa was surprised but responded at first hesitantly, and then she was swept back to her life with Fran and her soft lips and tongue and the sweet taste when they kissed.

Carlos was visibly at a loss, his dick was limp and he had withdrawn from Annalisa, her hole dripping with his warm cum onto the chaiselong.

Annamaria reached down to cup his balls. And then she kissed him just as passionately. His rod stirred, and rose to half mast as Annamaria continued to fondle his balls and continued kissing him.

"I did not want to interrupt you," she said, as she withdrew her face but continued fondling his cock, now mostly masturbating him slowly. "If I am not mistaken, you rarely only have one go." She smiled.

"Go on," she said to her sister. "Isn't this the part where you take this impressive long tool between your lips and into your hot mouth," she teased. " You know... to get him going again?"

" Let me watch," she said as she retreated to her armchair. "Don't mind me"

Annalisa turned and knelt. Carlos was still standing, his long cock, head achingly exposed, was very hard now and pointing into the ceiling.

Analisa gently licked first his balls, then the length of his shaft and then she took him into her mouth. She scooted a little sideways to make sure Annamaria had a full view of his cock disappearing into her mouth and reappearing again. She let go with her hands and now only sucked him and controlled his cock with her mouth. She felt that he was as hard as ever.

"Take her in the ass," Annamaria commanded.

Annalisa stood up and turned.

" Wait," Annamaria said and rose again. She approached the couple, knelt behind her sister and extended her soft tongue towards her sister's hole.

She worked long at it to make sure it was not dry but properly wet and lubricated. She used her fingers to draw her sister's pussy juices and the remnants of Carlos' cum from Annalisas other hole up and massaged it into her asshole. Annamaria even very gently placed her thumb on Annalisas hole and gently pushed into her hole. It almost made an audible "plop" as she entered it. Annalisa stood completely still, eyes closed slightly bent over.

Then Annamaria turned to her lover, cupped his balls in her hand and took him into her own mouth. It was still very hard and wet with her sister's spit.

"There you go," she said and rose and it was clear, they had her blessing and that Annamaria was clearly enjoying being back in the role as spectator, but now free from the obscurity of closets and secret hiding places. Now she was also directing and controlling the events.

Carlos stepped behind Annalisa, who bent even more displaying her warm and wet vehind as a baboon. He gentæy placed his red cock head on Annalisa's openingen and applied pressure ever so gently. Of course this was by far not the first time his cock entered Annalisa in this hole. But itvalways felt virgin to him. Tight, exteemely warm and always a little resistance even if she was now so lubricated that he could glide easily into her until theor hips met.

"Stay," Annamaria said calmly. And they staid. She rose again, knelt and scooted in between their legs looking up. He felt a small probing tongue om his balls and Annalisa felt the thumb on her clit.

"Go," Annamaria barked.

And they went. His long beautiful cock slided in and out of Annalisa's asshole as Annamaria watched from below, feeling the droplets of spit, cum, precum and juices rained on her face looking upwards. She touched and licked here and there as Carlos steadily increased his pace.

Then, as he slammed into Annalisa, he came strong and long. It was the orgasm of his life and he felt that all his energy sprayed into Annalisa's innards. Again and again he felt he exploded.

Analosa also came strongly and her ass clenched around Carlos' long cock and Annalisa felt she squirted her juices as if peeing, blissfully aware thatvher sister's eager face and mouth were below her, receiving.

Annamaria did receive a quick spray of pussy juices from her sister and it felt like heaven. The taste so salty, sweet and savoury. The amount so impressive. Her face was wet with fluids.

Then Carlos withdrew slowly, his cockhead exited Annalisa asshole with a pop and his white warm cum at once started running out from her as Annalisa let it escape and fall down in heavy doolops on the waiting face and open mouth of her sister and onto her dress.

Annamaria lapped it all up from below as the two lovers remained standing. When she was done with the cleanup, she immediately began licking her sisters running pussy as Carlos retreated and sat, exhausted.

Annamaria was very determined, and Annalisa felt again a familiar fist nudging its way into her wet and lubricated opening. She came again harder than before.

After that time this became the new normal. Carlos would seek out Annalisa, whereever she was, presenting herself naked as always, willingly opening up her holes, her mouth, her body. And Annamaria would eventually find them as if by accident and join them to command and instruct and pleasing them both with her hands and mouth. She would usually be fully clothed while the twonlovers would already be completely naked, dressed only in sweat and in each others sticky juices.

Sometimes in the sitting rooms or the library, sometimes in the dining room to be discovered immediately as Annamaria would open the double door from the front house. Sometimes in the bedroom or on the tiled floor of the bath room, once or twice discovered by an unfazed Gertrude. And regularly in the garden, when it was not too cold, usually in plain view for Annamaria strolling towards them from the house, rather than hidden away.

At that point, Annalisa had never felt more at ease or more useful. So alive.

It seemed to Annalisa that Annamaria and Carlos had also resumed their own intimate life together, but they did not let her know specifically, and either way, it seemed her sister was very satisfied with Annalisa's services whatsoever.

In between, Annalisa still continued her sexual education of her two nephews who learned more and more month by month. They too grew bolder and more commanding, as had always been the plan. Her favorite was being "spitroasted" by the two studs. One with a long cock in her mouth, the other with his equally long vock in her ass or her pussy. A bold position for the two young men. She would be naked, of course, apart from stockings or shoes or boots, they in their chemises and usually also their pants still around their lower legs.