This is a continuation from my previous stories in the Anjan series (links on top) so read them first. Comments welcome at .
“So? Either of you know what a clit is?” Anjan and I looked at each other, half smiling, half worried. We both knew in theory everything about a woman’s pussy – we had zero experience with it. “Um… We know what it is and all, akka. But…” Anjan began when Janani interjected, “But you gayboys are virgins, eh?” Well, your tongues showed their skills off on my body, lets see if they can do anything on my pussy. But mind you; don’t either of you dare shove anything in until I give you permission – if I ever do, that is”, she said, lying down on Anjan’s bed and putting her legs wide open and up in the air.
Anjan and I were flummoxed. We looked at each other, wondering who should make the first move when Janani went, “Come on girls, I don’t have all day. Or would you rather just fuck each others’ assholes and never get close to a pussy?” Anjan decided to make the first move and got his head between his sister’s naked legs. As he settled in, Janani lowered her legs onto his back and effectively sealed his position so he couldn’t move from her pussy. Janani’s pussy was silken smooth like her armpits – clearly she waxes regularly. Anjan, unsure of himself, brought his hands upto it and separated her pussy lips. “Remember to wet your fingers, machan”, I warned before he hurt her with his dry fingers. “Isn’t that sweet! Come here, lick my armpits. Let him do his job himself!” Janani motioned me over. I walked over as she grabbed at my balls and squeezed while I bent over to lick her armpits again.
Clearly, Anjan was doing a brilliant job with her pussy as Janani soon started showing the signs of an upcoming orgasm. First, I noticed her breathing speeding up, and then the soft moans started. Her free hand moved to grab at Anjan’s hair and pull it into her pussy harder as she squeezed my balls harder with the other, getting a yelp from me. Soon she pulled me forward by my balls and away from her armpit, her grip unrelenting on my balls. The moans turned louder and shorter as the pressure on my balls increased. Anjan had managed to get her clit out of its hood and was holding it exposed between his thumb and forefinger as he licked away at it from varying angles. After a while, she got much louder and released my balls, using the free hand to pull Anjan deeper into her pussy; Anjan unfazedly continued his tongue’s campaign. He was using every trick we had learnt from our experiences with various porn movies and stories.
As Anjan’s tongue continued dancing the twist on Janani’s clit, Janani soon started spitting out obscenities we had never expected from a woman we had loved as a sister and lusted after as a soft and lovely angel. She swore in every language we knew – English, Tamil, Hindi, Telugu, the whole lot. Her common refrain was to warn Anjan of dire consequences if he dared stop. I assumed Anjan’s tongue was bloody tired by now – fifteen minutes is a lot for a tongue to take – but the sheer joy of making his sister behave like a cheap horny slut kept him going. Whenever he couldn’t continue, he used to give his tongue a rest and play around with the clit using his forefinger – which he kept wetter than a weathervane in Cherrapunji.
We would learn later that the bed below the incestuous couple was soggy wet by now – with sweat, saliva and Janani’s cum. Feeling stupid standing around, I dragged a chair and sat down to watch the forbidden love between a brother’s tongue and a sister’s clit continue before me. Anjan was now visibly tiring, using his finger more than his tongue, and despite Janani’s regular discharge of cum, she still hasn’t had a proper orgasm; I, in the meantime, was gleefully jacking off to the sight of my best friend and his sister behaving like a couple of horny college kids. Janani’s eyes were tightly shut now and she was wordlessly gasping oxygen into her deprived lungs – or at least trying to. Neither wanted to give up, and both were close to passing out of exhaustion. I got annoyed with Janani’s stupid ego in not letting him into her pussy and with Anjan’s stupid ego in not just going ahead and doing it.
“Machan, use your fingers. Akka won’t mind. She won’t climax till you get in there.” I exhorted. That was all Anjan needed and he immediately pulled at Janani’s constricting legs, trying to get room to tongue while fingering. Janani tried resisting initially, but gave in and opened up as Anjan moved into a hunched position on his hands and knees, still licking away. He paused, lightly pinching the now throbbing clit between his left hand’s thumb and forefinger, and wet his index and middle fingers on his right hand. Janani’s body was glistening with sweat now and was looking delicious enough to eat as her lovely breasts heaved on her chest as she drew in air thanks to the reprieve from the now reduced onslaught on her clit.
But only for a couple of seconds, for she gasped a huge lungful as Anjan shoved his fingers into her now slimy wet pussy with ridiculous ease. However, his lack of expertise showed as he merely kept shoving them in and out of her pussy, never really going for any of the sweet spots like the g-spot or the bottom wall. But his glossal acrobatics on her clit now resumed with renewed vigour, evoking a fresh bout of invectives from his sister – who was now uncontrollably thrashing around. As his fingers sped up its piston-like action into and out of Janani’s wet pussy, Anjan slowed down his ministrations on her clit; I was to learn later that he realized that his sister was going to orgasm.
Sure enough, a couple of minutes later, Janani let out an ear splitting scream (which I quickly jumped to muffle with a pillow lest the neighbors think we were murdering her). Her whole body shuddered and her legs were vibrating like they were being electrocuted. My eyes took in all this but the only thing that registered at that moment was Anjan’s face being splashed with a clear liquid from her pussy at great speed. Janani squirted – for the first and last ever time in her life (she still maintains that she peed, but we live happy in our belief that she squirted) – and prodigiously! It came in waves and almost drowned Anjan and wet everything in its path and went almost two feet feet from her pussy at its furthest.
Anjan had the foresight to stop working her clit and just held it pressed down with a finger, while still continuing his fingers in and out of her pussy for a few more seconds before stopping. Janani came harder than she ever had till then, and came harder than any of the women in the porn videos Anjan and I had seen. We were ecstatic that we saw a woman coming – made a woman come! We were ecstatic that it was our lifelong fantasy girl (it was all I could do to not come while jacking off)). And we were glad Janani came – as much as Janani was. Her orgasm lasted a full five minutes as Anjan and I waited and saw waves after waves hit her, repeating the orgasm over and over. Her screams were over but her moans were.
An exhausted Anjan moved forward and plopped next to his sister, as naked as she was, as sweaty as she was – but as unsatiated as she was satiated. Janani instinctively hugged her brother and kissed him on his lips, Anjan too tired to return the kiss but aware enough to enjoy it. Janani motioned me over and I joined the incestuous couple in the bed and their embrace. “Lets give those dicks something better than a guy’s asshole, shall we?” Janani said, and smiled evilly at us. We beamed at her – the men of her life have arrived.
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Janani Makes Her Brother Suck And Lick Her As I Watch – Part 7
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