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The Book Salesman
'Good afternoon, the man said. My name is Patrick and I am selling collections of books, bound in real leather. Would like you take a look at some of them?'. 'Thank you, but my parents are not here now, and personally, this does not interest me'. 'I wouldn't disturb you long' taking a book bound in green leather from his black suitcase and holds it in his left hand. 'Look, this is a book on the First World War, very beautiful'. 'Yes, but this doesn't interest me. You would be wasting your time'. 'Who is it, Vicky?'. Patrick turns his head, and looks at my sister, standing at the top of the stairs. As she starts to come down the stairs, her skirt billows, exposing her naked, shaved pussy to Patrick's gaze.
'So, really, um, none of this would interest you?' Patrick mumbles, somewhat troubled. 'Why is he here?' my sister calls. 'This is Patrick, and he's selling books on the First World War'. 'Oh, but I do not have only books on the War'. 'What else then?' my sister asks, arriving downstairs and staring at Patrick. 'Well, actually, I have all sorts of books. If I may come in and put down my suitcase, I can show you'. Chris looks him up and down, 'OK. But I warn you, it's just for curiosity'. 'That doesn't make any difference' Patrick replied. 'You might buy them another time, or speak with your parents, who are not home now?' 'That's right' I chip in as we lead him to the living room.
He puts his suitcase on the table, taking out several books, and we both moved, closer, on either side of him. 'The title of this book is 'The Brothers Karamazov'. The binding and paper are really quite beautiful'. My sister is delighted by the books Patrick takes from his suitcase. After the Dostoyevski, there are Victor Hugo and other classical novelists. With each book, Chris says 'Oh yes, they are beautiful books. What others do you have?'. 'That's all I have here' Patrick says. 'There are still two books in the bottom' Chris says looking into the suitcase. 'Unfortunately, I would guess that you are both less than 18 years old, and those books are forbidden to minors'.
'No, we're older, but show them to us anyway. Just a little glance. Don't you want to see them, Vicky?'. 'They are erotic Phoenician and Japanese etchings' looking us both over, then he seems to decide 'Well, after all, it's only natural'. 'Exactly' Chris says, looking at me with a twinkle in her eye. Patrick gives one book to Chris and I get the Japanese one, which is very explicit. With one etching to a page, each showing one or several men, with one or several women, in erotic or pornographic poses. 'Well, you see' says Patrick, 'These are not for you, so I will put them away'.
'No, no. Please let me finish looking at this one' Chris says, looking pleadingly at him. 'These interest you then?' Patrick asks. 'Oohh yess' we say together, our voices trembling with excitement as we lean forward, our elbows resting on the table. The pictures begin to affect me and I look at Chris, who is staring intently at the images, her cheeks flushed with colour. Patrick puts a hand on our hips and starts to caress, gently massaging each part of the round buttock with his large hands. It feels nice and we continue to turn the pages of the books, saying nothing.
Then he puts his hands very gently under my skirt, knowing that my sister is naked, he gasps in surprise to find me also shaved naked. He starts to rub the skin of my buttocks, and soon one of his fingers touches and caresses my delicate arse. Not raising an eye and saying nothing, I move my legs apart and push back slowly, giving him better access as his fingers slip higher between my thighs, toward my wet pussy. Sliding his fingers along my lips, spreading the juices over my arse, his wet finger slides in and starts to move inside as I moan with pleasure. Moving his finger, bending it inside of me, I say nothing except moan, and push backwards, rotating my hips, feeling him in me, then I become aware that he is doing the same to my sister.
There was no longer any question of turning the pages of the books. Our arms are on the table, with our heads down between them, as each of Patrick's hands work away inside our arses. Chris and I have the same idea and we move one arm to Patrick's fly, our fingers joining over the pleasure of undoing the buttons. She takes out his balls, holding them delicately, then, her hand joins mine as we caress Patrick together, who says nothing. Taking his prick out of his pants, feeling the firmness grow in my palm, I start to move my fingers up it's length gently. This, together with his finger in my arse starts to overpowers me, I start to shake with pleasure, my orgasm flowing over me.
As I cum, I stroke Patrick very quickly, instinctively, but he says the first word in ten minutes. 'Gently', and we slow the rhythm of our caresses and he takes his fingers out of our arses, moving between us. 'Stay in this position. Don't move at all. Stay close to each other'. We spread ourselves back on the table, our heads resting on our arms again, our buttocks high in the air, waiting expectantly. I don't know what Patrick is going to do, but I feel ready for anything. This makes me more excited and I feel my pussy juices run down my thighs. My sister is in the same state, and Patrick pulls our skirts up our backs and caresses two magnificent pairs of buttocks.
'Spread your legs apart and push your behinds up a little', he says while caressing us with his hands, then puts his finger back into my arse again. Chris moans 'Oohh yess' and I turn my head to see that it's not a finger that Patrick is sliding to my sister's arse, but his prick! 'I am completely inside you' he says, and I glance at Chris. She looks transported, his manhood buried deep in her arse We have often spoken about this and wondered what it would be like. Now Chris knows, I hope he does the same to me.
Chris' body leans against mine as Patrick moves inside her, his finger still moving wonderfully in my arse. 'Oohh, Vicky, this is so wonderful' Chris says. 'Yes. Keep going. I'm so close. Push your prick into my arse, deeper. Oohh'. 'Do you like it this way?' asks Patrick, whose voice had changed. His words are exciting me and I see Chris becomes more 'detached'. 'Oohh yes, yess. It is nice to have a man this way. Oohh yes. Push, I'm going to cum. Yes, yes, yes. Oohh, your prick feels so good in my arse. Oohh. I'm cumming. Yes, yess push deeper, don't stop. Aaaahhhh'. (continued)
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