MacIntyre Symms was only sixteen years old and he would have been the first to tell you that he didn't know very much about girls.
This was the first time he had ever been with a naked woman, and he couldn't believe how much his balls ached.
He was squeezing tits, kissing lips, sucking a tongue, and he could feel the tip of his cock running up and down the swollen lips of a hungry cunt.
He could feel his heart beating so hard that it felt as if it were going to beat right out of his chest.
He looked down at the beautiful girl beneath him and he pressed down with his slim yet powerful hips.
He could feel those cunt lips stretching open as far as they could go so his glans could slip inside.
That cunt was so talented he almost felt as if she were sucking him up inside her.
MacIntyre didn't care that it was his big sister he was fucking. He rammed all ten inches of his cock home, and was thrilled when he heard her gasp with pleasure.
CHAPTER ONE
MacIntyre Symms would always remember the wonderful things that happened to him during the summer he turned sixteen.
For the rest of his life he would get a little tingle up and down his spine when he thought of that summer, his sister, and her friends.
It was a magic summer for MacIntyre. It was the summer when he changed from being a boy into being a man.
MacIntyre lived in a big white house on Maple Street in the sleepy little village of East Rushdale.
It was a community that had changed little with time, built at the beautiful junction between the Kawanis River and Owego Creek.
The land was hilly but there were enough plains to keep the area rich with farmers.
The people that lived in East Rushdale were simple folks, who believed that more often than not, God was directly responsible for the things that happened to them.
The people were church-goers, Republicans, and believed that any deviation from the norm was a perversion to be discouraged.
One was not supposed to have sex until the wedding night, and then it was considered proper that only the missionary position be used.
The rules of society indicated that oral sex was taboo, and many of the men in town would not have been caught dead going down on their wives no matter how hard those women pleaded for that special erotic attention.
It was a hard place for a boy to be sixteen years old.
MacIntyre Symms was a very horny teenager, and he was very much a virgin.
He was only one year from his sexual peak and he hadn't so much as touched a breast.
He had only tongue kissed once, and he had been so drunk on beer at the time, that he barely remembered it.
MacIntyre Symms spent a lot of time in the bathroom looking at dirty pictures with his erection firmly clasped in his right hand.
It wasn't that MacIntyre was not attractive to women.
On the contrary, there were many girls who thought he was very handsome.
It was just that MacIntyre was incredibly shy around girls.
Whenever he felt sexual urges, he would become so embarrassed that he was unable to speak.
At least a hundred times he had planned to ask girls from his high school out.
But every single time the boy had chickened out at the last second.
He wished that he could be cool and suave like some of the other guys in town.
He wished that there were girls in town who were very aggressive.
If a girl propositioned him he was sure that he would have the courage to say yes.
But there was no way he could build up the guts to make the first move.
It was a small town and there weren't many girls MacIntyre's age who made their pussies available to boys.
But MacIntyre knew which girls "put out" and which ones didn't.
The naughty girls were the ones MacIntyre had the most trouble talking to.
MacIntyre's shyness had nothing to do with his looks.
He was tall, thin, and he had a handsome face that would someday appear rugged.
His muscles were finely toned, though thin like a swimmer's muscles rather than bulky like a weight-lifter's.
His hair was dark brown, and it was just ungroomed enough to hang over his ears.
His eyes were bright blue and his jaw was wide and firm.
His body was in such good condition because MacIntyre was a member of the East Rushdale swimming team.
His specialty was the breaststroke, an irony he thought, and he hoped to have the county record under his belt by the time he graduated from East Rushdale High School.
He also played baseball in the spring, but considered himself only of average talent.
His claim to fame came while soaking wet in the swimming pool.
It was summer vacation and MacIntyre was starting to think he would never get laid.
He didn't care if he scored a dog. He just wanted in! He wanted to know what the inside of a pussy felt like more than anything else in the world.
MacIntyre lived with his mother and father and his big sister.
His only sister Sally, was eighteen at the time, and was home on summer vacation after her Freshman year at college.
MacIntyre knew that Sally was one of those girls in town that had a reputation.
Even when she was in high school she put out on the first date, which was unheard of in East Rushdale.
Now, after a year away on Long Island, Sally was a free-spirit and made no bones about the fact that she considered her hometown's moral values to be outdated.
She encouraged MacIntyre to be brave around girls, but MacIntyre only blushed when they discussed the matter.
MacIntyre wished that he could move into the world of sexual activity as easily as his big sister had.
He had a great deal of respect for her, and besides, he thought she was one hot looking chick.
There weren't any girls in East Rushdale who were as good looking as MacIntyre's sister, and MacIntyre, though ashamed to admit it, often thought about Sally's pussy as he tugged his pud. He would be thinking about her sweet tits as he spewed hot dog water all over the top of his fist with a sigh.
Sally was a little girl, standing only a fraction of an inch over five feet tall.
She was built on a small frame and weighed around ninety five pounds.
Her hair was a glistening brown that hung down over her shoulders.
She kept her hair parted in the middle and allowed it to fall in bangs over her forehead.
Her eyes were the same bright blue as MacIntyre's, and he thought that she had the face of an angel.
Her eyes sparkled as if filled with magic whenever she was happy.
Her nose was a tiny button that turned up a little at the end.
And her mouth, well, her mouth made him ache in his big balls.
Her lips were full and pouting, and Sally looked as if she needed to be kissed very badly all the time.
In spite of her small frame, Sally had tits that made MacIntyre's saliva gland go berserk.
He literally had to concentrate on swallowing frequently when he gazed upon his sisters big tits.
Her tits would have been large on any girl, but they were particularly incredible on a girl her size.
And, in spite of their size, her breasts did not sag a fraction of an inch.
All of this, even though the little coed had never worn a bra in her life.
When she was young her breasts grew so rapidly that the theory was she would just outgrow a bra by the time she got it home.
As she matured it became obvious that nature was better than any brassiere.
The last thing Sally needed was to have her big tits lifted and separated.
It would take more than the force of gravity to get her tits to droop.
It would be many years before Sally would have to worry about things like bras.
She figured that she wouldn't wear a bra even when she was old.
She was a free-spirit, and the idea of wearing a bra grossed her out
For some reason, it seemed to Sally Symms that wearing a bra would be a hell of a lot like putting her tits in bondage.
Her tits were a little pointy at the tips, and MacIntyre could tell that her nipples were very large also.
Sometimes Sally wore white tee-shirts around the house so that the dark outlines of her nipples would be visible.
MacIntyre had seen her returning from a late-night date when her nipples were still erect and large.
Even while wearing a shirt the horny boy could tell that her nipples protruded far from the ends of her breasts when they were aroused.
He felt himself getting a hard-on when he looked at those erect nipples, obvious through the thin material of her blouse.
He could tell that her nipples pointed a little upward, and the thought of seeing her naked drove him crazy with desire.
Life changed for MacIntyre soon after his mother and father announced that they were going to go away for two weeks.
Shirley and Walter Symms shared an antique dealership, and were going to go away to California for a huge antique convention.
Mr. and Mrs. Symms sat Sally and MacIntyre down and gave them a little speech about taking care of the house while they were gone.
They told their children that they couldn't have any parties, and that they were both dead if the house wasn't as clean when they returned as when they left.
Sally and MacIntyre had their eyes open and sincere as they listened to the little talk, and they both nodded simultaneously at the appropriate times.
The second the folks were gone Sally clapped her hands in front of her breasts, and her face lit up with excitement.
"Oh, Mac," she said enthusiastically, giving him a sisterly hug. "Two weeks free from the folks! I can't believe it! Think of all of the fun we are going to have!"
MacIntyre smiled but was not nearly as enthusiastic.
He could see the writing on the wall already. He would spend a lot of time alone in his room listening to moans and groans coming from Sally's bedroom.
He knew that it wouldn't be long before Sally had some guy up in her room fucking her brains out.
He tried to think of a way that he could take advantage of the situation, but none came to him right away.
It was a Friday night, and MacIntyre had no plans.
He watched television and ate a cheeseburger he cooked himself in the kitchen while Sally got on the phone.
Not surprisingly the first guy she called, some guy from the gas station named Nick, agreed to come over right away.
MacIntyre was polite when Nick arrived and pretended not to pay much attention.
"What are you going to do with yourself, Mac?" Sally asked her brother, as she stood at the base of the stairs with the handsome black-haired Italian she had chosen to be her fuck for the evening.
MacIntyre faked a yawn and a stretch and smacked his lips a couple of times before speaking.
"Oh, I'm pretty tired. I figured that I would just catch some tube and then get a good night's rest."
Sally shrugged her shoulders, took Nick's hand firmly, and led him upstairs to her bedroom.
Sally did not believe in the pretensions of dating. She was aware that the only reason boys and girls dated was to fuck.
She believed that the sooner she got out of her clothes, the less time was wasted with society's bullshit.
Sally had also discovered that men respected her healthy attitude toward sex.
They found her candid demeanor refreshing, not to mention the fact that she was built for fucking.
Her cunt was hot and tight, she gave great head, and if the mood overtook her, she loved to get fucked in the ass to the point of multiple orgasm.
Sally had a perfect hourglass figure. Although her waist was very slim, her hips were round and firm.
She had a way of swinging her hips from side to side as she walked that drove men wild with desire.
She knew that men liked the way she walked, and always swung her hips a little more if she knew she was being observed.
She had seen men cross the street or go out of their way just so they could walk behind her, and this amused her and flattered her a great deal.
Sally loved to feel sexy, so she always wore her blue jeans so tight they looked like they had been put on with spray-paint.
In the summertime she wore short shorts that were so short the bottoms of her creamy buttocks were exposed.
They were so tight that the outline of her vulva was always clearly defined.
She had shapely legs, with slim ankles and thighs.
She had the sort of ankles that looked dynamite in spike high heels, which was precisely what Sally Symms wore most of the time.
Her skin was fair to the point where she had to be careful about going out in the sun in the summertime.
By the end of the summer she was always tanned, but she had to suffer through burning and peeling repeatedly before that could be achieved.
Sally had her legs waxed rather than shaving them, so they always appeared silky smooth and touchable.
She also waxed her pubic hair so that there was no hair in between the cheeks of her ass or on either side of her outer cunt lips.
Her pubic patch had been trimmed by a professional so that it grew perfectly in the shape of a heart.
Her fingers were long and slim and she took special care to keep her fingernails long and very close to the same length.
She always painted her fingernails a deep red color, and her toenails a matching color.
But she never wore make-up on her face. Her beauty was that of a well-scrubbed girl next door nature.
She figured that make-up would risk gilding the lily, and she considered that to be unnecessary.
Her eyelashes were very long and licked at her high cheekbones whenever she blinked or winked.
MacIntyre watched his sister disappear upstairs with Nick.
He turned one corner of his mouth upward into a half-smile.
He knew what he was going to do. He knew that he could press his ear against the wall in between their bedrooms and be able to hear everything that went on.
He had two weeks to figure out a way to spy on his sister.
He would kick himself right in the ass if he didn't get a chance to see his beautiful sister naked before his parents came home.
The second Sally got to her bedroom she shut the door behind her.
Nick stood looking at her erect nipples though the tee-shirt she wore.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, intertwining her fingers.
He wrapped his strong arms around her tiny waist and pulled her close to him.
He could feel her big tits being pressed flat against his strong chest.
He felt her hard nipples, and the tension grew in the crotch of his jeans.
All of a sudden Nick's pants felt very tight, and he moved his face toward Sally's. Her lips parted and looked especially puffy as she closed her eyes to kiss him.
Nick thought that his cock was going to burst right out of his jeans at the moment his lips touched Sally's.
In a matter of seconds they touched the tips of their tongues together, and they both gasped audibly at the initial intimate contact.
Sally could feel her body reacting quickly to the man in her arms.
She could feel the bulge in the crotch of his jeans pressing against her loins, and this made the blood pump downward in her body.
Her lower abdomen was starting to ache with a deep yearning for hard cock meat.
She could feel her pussy flesh slowly becoming engorged with blood.
Her glands were beginning to secrete their natural lubrication.
In a few minutes her cunt would be soaking wet with those cunt juices.
Already she could tell that she was making a wet spot in the crotch of her white cotton panties from the juices that had spilled from her cunt.
The kiss lasted for a long time and Nick and Sally playfully had an internal swordfight with their tongues.
By the time it was over they were both breathless with passion.
They were both piqued with the knowledge that the evening was going to be filled with wave after wave of physical bliss.
"Let's fuck," Sally said simply and stepped away from Nick so that she could quickly undress.
She wasn't much for having conversations while she was horny.
Sally Symms liked to get right down to the meat and potatoes of the matter.
Just at that moment MacIntyre was turning off the television set.
He listened carefully, but he was too far away to hear anything coming from his sister's room.
He wondered what Sally would think if she knew that he was preparing to spy on her.
He figured that she would feel sorry for him, and pity was something he could do without when he was sixteen.
He didn't want Sally to know that he was listening in, even though he suspected she wouldn't be too upset even if she caught him.
It was simply a matter of not wanting to lose face for MacIntyre. Besides, he didn't know much about this guy Nick, but he didn't think it was a good idea to get in his way, even if he was balling MacIntyre's sister.
Nick looked to be on the tough side, and MacIntyre was aware that the Italian was known to hang around with a ruthless crowd.
MacIntyre tip-toed quietly up the stairs and moved into his room.
He thought that he heard the murmur of conversation inside Sally's room as he paused in the hall, but he couldn't make out any of the words.
He quietly shut the door to his room behind him and moved over to the wall that faced his sister's room.
He pressed his ear firmly against the wall, his eyes wide with expectation, and was very pleased to find out that he could hear every word as if they were both in the same room with him.
"Oh baby," Nick said in his deep voice. "You've got the nicest tits I've ever seen'"
"Come here, you big handsome stud. I want you to suck on my tits. Suck them deep up into your mouth."
"I'm drooling baby. I can't wait I have to-Oh yes, let me shower those big tits with little tiny kisses."
"Oh Nick, you are making me so fucking hot. I can feel my cunt getting all wet. I can't wait to feel your cock inside me."
"My cock is hard for you already, baby. Hard and ready to fuck."
"Let me see your cock. Whip out your cock while you suck my tits."
"There it is, baby. Oh God, it feels so good to get it out of my pants. Now it feels free. Now I can feel it really getting hard."
"Oh my God, Nick. I didn't know that you had such a big one. I can tell you are going to fill my cunt right up with that big cock. Now bite my tits. Get your teeth on my nipples and pull. OH! YEAH! I feel like my clit is going to pop right out of my cunt, I'm so on fire for you."
"Let's get out of the rest of our clothes and get on the bed, Sally."
"That's the best idea I've heard in a long time, Nick."
MacIntyre could feel his jaw drop as he listened to that conversation.
He couldn't believe that they actually talked to each other that way.
He would have died from embarrassment if a girl had spoken that way to him.
He was in awe of the way they seemed so comfortable with their sexuality.
He knew that he would be able to listen to them for a long time without having to worry about getting bored.
He could feel the blood pumping down his lithe muscular body into his cock.
In a matter of second his cock was fully erect inside his pants.
He could feel his testicles start to burn with desire.
He pressed his ear a little harder against the wall and ran the palm of his hand up and down the inside of his thigh.
He unsnapped the single snap that held the top of his jeans together, and slowly unzipped the zipper to his fly.
His cock had worked its way inside his pants so that it was pointing directly upward.
The bulging purple head of his prick was pinned to his belly by the elastic to his underwear.
He quietly kicked off his sneakers and hooked his thumbs under the top of his underwear and his jeans at the same time.
He pulled them both down and he sighed louder than he wanted to when he felt his cock freed from its prison.
He pulled off his pants and his cock stood at attention straight out in front of his slim muscular hips.
He was a well-endowed boy. He had the kind of cock that, as Sally would put it, could "fill her up."
The conversation continued in the next room and MacIntyre began to touch his own balls.
"Nick, go down on me, baby. I want to feel your tongue in my cunt."
"Sally, I love the way your cunt smells. I know I'm gonna love the way it tastes."
"That's it. Bite my thighs. Oh it makes me tingle all over."
"Your cunt is so wet, I feel like drinking from it."
"Suck my cunt! Suck my cunt juices right out of my pussy."
At that point MacIntyre heard a series of slurping noises that made his cock throb especially hard. He masturbated slowly. He wanted his own climax to coincide with the orgasms in the next room.
He could hear Sally's moans and groans getting louder and louder.
"MY CLIT!" he heard Sally scream out. "LICK MY CLIT! ARRRGGGHHH!"
MacIntyre squeezed his balls once again and moved his right hand to the shaft of his cock.
"Keep licking my cunt. Let me get into position so I can suck your cock at the same time," Sally said.
"That's it baby, lick my balls. Lick my ass-hole. Oh yeah. Now take it in your mouth. Suck it, Sally. Take the whole thing. I want to feel my cock go all the way down your throat. I want to feel your lips wrapped tightly around the very base of it."
Then there was a pause in the conversation, and MacIntyre realized, to his frustration, that that was because everyone's mouth was full.
"I need your cock in me now!" broke the silence, and MacIntyre could hear the bed springs squeaking as they changed position on the bed.
"I need your cunt."
"Take me like a dog."
MacIntyre envisioned his sister Sally on her hands and knees.
He tried to imagine what she looked like naked, but had trouble.
He envisioned Nick mounting her from the rear, running the tip of his cock up and down the slash of raw meat between her sweet thighs.
"All the way in me. GOD! Oh, you're gonna make me come. Make me come. Fuck me. Oh harder. Faster. FASTER! COMING!"
MacIntyre was pumping up and down on his prick with his fist as the conversation in the next room was once again reduced to a cacophony of muffled grunts, rising screams of passion and sighs of afterglow.
In a matter of second the boy's virgin cock spit come all over the top of his fist.
Frustrated, he cleaned himself off with a Kleenex and sprawled on his bed.
He knew that he would have to find a new method of spying on his sister.
He knew that it would be risky, but he had to find a way so that he could actually watch his sister fucking.
He knew that he would not be able to sleep at night until he knew what his sister looked like naked.
He had to know what her cunt looked like. He had to know what it looked like when a thick cock slid in and out of that hole.
He sighed and stared at the ceiling of his room. He felt lonely.
He was more sure than ever that he would never get a chance to feel the inside of a pussy for himself.
He was reduced to voyeurism by his own shyness and that made him kind of sad.
But he still wanted to watch. Then he snapped his fingers and sat up in bed with a light bulb shining brightly over his head.
CHAPTER TWO
It took MacIntyre a long time to fall asleep that night, because he was too busy thinking about his plan to spy on his sister.
He knew that Sally had a big closet with a sliding door directly across from her bed.
MacIntyre figured that he could tell his sister that he was going to be spending the night over at his friend Donny's house.
Instead, he would hide in her closet and leave the sliding door open a crack so he would be able to see everything.
He had a sudden pang of fear when he realized that Sally might not even have a boyfriend over for the evening.
But the fear soon passed him. Sally was so horny he was sure that she made a point of sleeping with a guy each and every night.
Sally went out in the early evening the next night and MacIntyre lied to her.
As soon as she was gone he grabbed a coke bottle, just in case he had to take a piss while he was in the closet, and positioned himself on the floor of the closet, moving her many pairs of shoes out of the way so there would be a place for him to sit down.
He wondered how long of a wait he would have to have.
He got himself in the most comfortable position possible.
He sat with his knees up in front of him, hugging himself.
He could hear his heart pounding so hard it was threatening to beat right out of his chest.
He practiced breathing quietly, to minimize the chance of discovery.
Time moved very slowly, and sweat had formed across his brow when he heard the front door open.
He gasped as he heard his sister's voice. She was talking to a male voice, and MacIntyre was pleased that his plan had worked so well up to that point.
"Oh Charly," he heard Sally's voice say, as he heard them coming up the carpeted stairway. "You are so sexy! I can't wait to see those broad shoulders."
"You won't have to wait for very long," the male voice said.
MacIntyre realized that his beautiful big sister was going to sleep with Charly O'Connor, the guy who worked in the bowling alley tending bar and fixing the setting machines.
MacIntyre didn't think much one way or the other about Charly.
He always seemed like a nice enough guy, but Charly wasn't the sort of man who would waste his time talking to sixteen year old boys.
The door to the bedroom opened and MacIntyre had a great urge to hold his breath.
He was so excited he was finding it very difficult to breathe normally.
Sweat dripped down into his eyes, making his eyes turn red and burn.
He wiped his forehead with the palm of his hand slowly, so that his motion would not cause any noise.
Charly and Sally moved so that they were standing at the foot of the bed.
MacIntyre could see them perfectly. His anticipation was so great that he could already feel his balls start to ache.
His cock was starting to throb and grow. He knew that it wouldn't be long before he had a raging hard-on.
There was no doubt that his tight jeans were getting tighter in the crotch all the time. He tried to breathe quietly.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fill his lungs completely with air.
His breaths came short and quick, as if a heavy object were resting on his chest.
MacIntyre realized that he was panting. He was panting like the wild sexual animal that he wanted so much to become.
For some reason the handsome boy was amused by this.
He had to remember to blink regularly. His attention was focused on his sister so hard that he had a tendency to stare unblinking.
It was only when his eyes started to burn and swell that he knew he would have to be careful to blink every once in a while.
Charly didn't seem like an especially attractive man to MacIntyre.
But the boy had never considered himself much of a judge of male looks.
Charly had red hair that sat on top of his head in a mop of red curls.
He had very white skin, but he did not have the plethora of freckles that one naturally associates with people of that hair-color.
At that moment Charly's white skin was very red.
MacIntyre could not tell if it was from the flush of passion or the sun.
He didn't spend a lot of time looking at Charly anyway.
His attention was riveted almost exclusively on his big sister.
The guy was insignificant. MacIntyre would have been equally pleased if he had had the opportunity to watch his sister masturbate.
He wondered if Sally did touch herself. He supposed not.
With all of the time she spent in the sack with the local boys, when could she possibly find time to touch herself? And for what purpose?
He watched as Charly placed his hands on either side of Sally's face.
They looked directly into each other's eyes and their faces came close together.
Sally was rubbing Charly's shoulder's, obviously enjoying how broad they were.
Their lips came together, and it was obvious to the boy in the closet that they were kissing with their mouths open.
He could see Sally's big tits pushing out the green button-up blouse she was wearing that evening.
He could see that her nipples were very hard and erect.
Her nipples were sticking a little upward, sending a chill of anticipation up and down MacIntyre's spine.
He thought he was going to die unless he got to see those tits right away.
Not only had he never seen his sister's tits, he had never seen tits period.
Sure he had seen pictures in dirty magazines, but he knew that the addition of a third dimension was bound to add a lot to the appearance of breasts.
The kiss lasted for a long time and the couple swung around so that Sally's ass was facing MacIntyre.
She was still wearing her tight jeans, and never before had MacIntyre been so aware of the delicious curves of her body.
He could see the muscles in her ass cheeks tense then relax as he watched.
He thought he was going to tear right out of the crotch of his jeans.
When the long tongue kiss was over both Charly's and Sally's lips were wet and shiny from the spit they had shared.
They were both breathing hard and their eyes continued to focus exclusively on each other.
Sally began to slowly unbutton Charly's shirt. She pulled it back to reveal that his chest was covered with hair just as red as the hair on his head.
MacIntyre thought about his own chest. He had only a small lock of brown hair between his nipples.
He wondered if not having a hairy chest would turn girls like his sister off.
Charly's shirt was peeled back over his shoulders, removed and dropped carelessly to the floor at their feet.
At that point the couple swung around so that MacIntyre could see their profiles.
Charly began to unbutton Sally's blouse and MacIntyre had to bite his bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud.
Charly worked slowly, and MacIntyre thought he was going to faint his attention was so piqued.
When the blouse was unbuttoned, Charly pulled the shirt open and MacIntyre got his first glimpse of his sister's big boobs.
They were ten times more beautiful than MacIntyre could have imagined.
They looked like two huge scoops of vanilla ice cream with cherries on top of each.
MacIntyre could feel his balls turn to molten lava and he had a great urge to touch himself.
He would have pulled down his jeans right then and there to pull his pud if he hadn't been worried about making too much noise.
It was a struggle but he continued to breathe quietly.
The palms of his hands were covered with sweat as he continued to hug his knees up against his chest.
"Oh Sally, your tits are wonderful," Charly said, looking down at those twin mounts of delicious flesh.
"Kneel in front of me and kiss my tits," Sally said, and there was a strange look on her face that MacIntyre did not quite understand at first.
It was a look of power. It was obvious that Sally liked the idea of having men kneeling before her.
Charly dropped to his knees and moved his hands so that he was holding the beautiful girl by the seat of her jeans.
He could see the man's strong fingers working through the firm yet supple flesh of Sally's ass.
Charly began to shower her breasts with little peck kisses.
This made Sally arch her back and throw back her head.
Sally was looking up at the ceiling of her bedroom, her eyes opened only to slits.
She bent a little at the knees and moved her spike high heels apart on the floor.
She placed her hands on top of Charly's red hair, and let out a deep gurgling sound that seemed to be coming from the back of her throat.
It was obvious that Sally liked to be in charge when it came to sex.
She liked to be the one that was calling all of the shots.
She licked her lips rapidly with the tip of her tongue to moisten them.
Charly kissed all of her tits, saving the nipples for last.
Then MacIntyre could see Charly sticking out his tongue as far as it would go.
That tongue found Sally's right nipple, and MacIntyre could see his sister's hips begin to move.
She was gyrating in a slow writhe, little moans seeping from her parted lips with each exhale.
"Suck it, Charly. Suck that nipple as hard as you can!" Sally said, running her fingers through his red curls.
Charly made a humming sound and then got his lips wrapped around that rosy bead of flesh at the tip of her tit.
Macintyre could see the man's cheeks hollow as he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth.
Sally's hips moved more violently, first from side to side and then back and forth.
"Bite them! Bite my nipples!" Sally said, her voice high-pitched from the excitement she was feeling.
MacIntyre could tell that many of the muscles in Sally's perfect torso were tensed.
Charly began to give little love bites to Sally's tits.
He nipped at her nipples lightly and then pulled on them with his teeth.
He pulled them until the skin around them was stretched taut, and then allowed them to snap back into place.
MacIntyre had had no idea that nipples could grow that large when stimulated by a knowing mouth.
Each of Sally's hippies had to be almost an inch long at that point.
MacIntyre found himself wondering what kept those big tits aloft.
It looked as if they were defying the force of gravity.
In spite of their size, Sally still moved about life with perfect posture.
Her shoulders were back and her chin tilted slightly upward.
She kicked off her spike high heels even as Charly continued to suck and lick at those big tits.
The little girl then reached down and began to undo the snap that held the tops of her tight dark blue designer jeans together.
Again MacIntyre had to concentrate as hard as he could on keeping quiet.
He almost panicked for a moment as he thought he was going to sneeze.
But he battled back the sneeze in spite of watering eyes, and let out a silent sigh of relief.
Throughout all of this Sally had the distinct impression that she was being watched.
But she figured that she was being ludicrous, so she thrust the thought into the back of her head.
MacIntyre realized that it was only going to be a matter of seconds before he would get to see his sister completely naked.
Charly pulled his mouth away from her nipples but remained on his knees before her as if her were praying to a goddess.
MacIntyre took a deep breath and held it as he saw Sally hooking her thumbs under the tops of her tight designer jeans.
They were so tight that Sally had to wiggle her ass from side to side to peel them down.
She pointed her toes like a perfect little lady as she pulled off her pants.
She was wearing only her panties, and already MacIntyre could tell that her ass was going to look creamy and delicious.
She turned for a moment so that she was fully facing the closet.
MacIntyre could see that the crotch of her soft white panties had worked their way up between her outer cunt lips.
MacIntyre could see the oudine of her vulva clearly, and he could also see that she had made a big wet spot on the crotch of those panties.
He knew that she was so horny her cunt had already lubricated itself.
"Stay right here, Charly. I want to hang up my pants so they don't wrinkle," Sally said and bent over to scoop her designer jeans off of the floor.
MacIntyre thought he was going to have a heart attack.
He tried to think of a way to make himself invisible at that moment.
He began to squirm with fear and he could feel all of the blood running from his face.
He was doomed. There was no way his sister could hang up her jeans in the closet without seeing him.
He held his breath once again, but he could still hear his heart pounding wildly from the anxiety he was feeling.
He watched Sally's tits as she approached the closet, and he was positive that all hell was about to break loose.
At the same time Charly quickly removed the rest of his clothes and sprawled on his back in the center of Sally's bed.
He folded his arms behind his head as he rested upon one of her pillows, and looked up at the ceiling thinking about what a lucky guy he was.
The door slid open and MacIntyre meekly looked up at his sister.
His eyes were sorrowful, and he thought he felt them welling up with tears.
He was afraid that he was about to be the subject of Sally's temper.
But she did the one thing he never could have anticipated.
She winked at him. One corner of her mouth turned up and it was obvious that she was quite amused at the thought of her brother spying on her while she fucked.
She calmly hung up her pants and closed the door again, being careful to leave it open a crack so MacIntyre would still be able to see.
She slipped out of her panties with her back to the closet standing at the foot of the bed.
Then she did something that thrilled MacIntyre like nothing ever had before, because he knew that it was intended for him.
She ran her fingernails over the cheeks of her ass as if she were scratching herself thoughtlessly.
MacIntyre felt his cock throb violently as he saw the flesh of her buttocks quiver a little bit.
She then grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and pulled them apart as far as she could.
She separated her ass cheeks until the skin in the crack was stretched taut.
She then bent forward at the waist so that MacIntyre could not only see her pink little ass-hole, but he could see the wet swollen lips of her hungry cunt parting.
Sally had great muscle control and she could make her inner cunt lips smack almost just like the ones on her face.
She then stood up, and held her own tits. She turned and MacIntyre could see for the first time that her tiny patch of pubic hair had been trimmed into the shape of a heart.
Once again he felt faint and he could see little stars in front of his eyes.
He felt ashamed at getting caught, and confused over Sally's reaction.
He merely assumed that she was laughing at him. She knew that he was shy around girls and considered this act of voyeurism charmingly quaint.
He could feel his face burning from his embarrassment, and he knew that he was turning as red as a beet.
He could tell that his face was probably just as red as Charly's at that moment. But none of MacIntyre's embarrassment could keep him from watching the impending hot fuck action.
As Charly lay on the bed on his back his cock was as hard as a rock resting flat on his belly.
Sally began to lick and suck at the man's balls, and then used the tip of her tongue to lick at the length of his prick.
She started at the very base of his cock and flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth lightly and rapidly as she worked her way toward the glans.
The man began to moan immediately, and put his hands on top of Sally's head.
Charly moved his legs far apart on the bed so that Sally could get up on her elbows and her knees between them.
Sally moved her knees apart on the bed also and arched her back so that her ass rose magically into the air.
Again MacIntyre could see the cheeks of her ass part. He could see the swollen flesh of her pussy, and the tiny beard above her slit.
His hand moved to the inside of his thigh. He wanted to touch himself very badly.
Sally took Charly's cock into her mouth, but MacIntyre could not see the actual contact.
He could only see Sally's head bobbing up and down wildly as she took the whole shaft of Charly's cock in her throat.
MacIntyre imagined that it was his cock that was getting sucked in that way, and he heard himself sigh.
He didn't want to fuck up Sally's night, so he knew that he still had to be quiet as possible.
MacIntyre suspected correctly that Charly would not have been too enthused to know that his privacy was being invaded.
After a few moments the pair on the bed switched positions.
Sally rolled over on her back and spread her legs far open.
She opened her thighs to a perfect ninety degree angle.
She raised her knees up a little in the air, and MacIntyre could see her cute chubby toes clawing at the crumpled bedspread.
Charly moved so that he was on his belly with his head in between Sally's parted thighs.
She squirmed and moaned as the red-headed man kissed and licked his way up the insides of her thighs toward the drooling delta where her thighs came together.
"EAT MY CUNT!" Sally screamed out. MacIntyre could tell that there was a part of Sally that enjoyed performing sexual acts with an audience. He watched as her face contorted and turned red from the absolute physical pleasure she was feeling in her cunt.
Her lips were puckered and moved in the air as if she were kissing some kind of invisible lover.
MacIntyre wished that he could actually see Charly's tongue licking at her cunt.
He wanted to know what technique the red-headed man was using.
MacIntyre had no idea what a man was supposed to do when he found his face in front of a hot cunt.
He was hoping he would get a chance to learn how to give a woman pleasure with his tongue, but his viewpoint was limiting.
"MY CLIT! LICK MY CLIT!" Sally called out at the top of her lungs.
Once again her hips were moving wildly, and Charly had to wrap his strong arms around her thighs to make sure he could keep his tongue on the magic spot up near the top of her vaginal slit.
It was obvious to MacIntyre that his sister was about to have a crushing orgasm.
"SUCK IT! SUCK MY CLIT!" she screamed and then her whole body became rigid.
MacIntyre could see the back of Charly's head moving as he furiously worked his hungry tongue over her erect love button. "Oh God, Charly. You are going to make me come!"
Sally screamed out, and it was all MacIntyre could do to keep from pulling down his pants.
Sally let out a high-pitched scream that made her sound as if she were being tortured.
The scream sounded as if it were straight out of a horror picture.
Her orgasm went on for a long time and she bucked about wildly on the bed.
Then, when she was still she looked at Charly, who was gazing at her between her heaving breasts.
His lips and chin were soaking wet from her cunt juice, and his eyes were twinkling.
He knew that he was going to get his cock inside her in the very near future.
Sally held her arms out as an invitation and Charly moved quickly.
He moved so that he was directly on top of her, his cock pinned between their abdomens.
He lifted his hips and MacIntyre could see Sally take his cock in her hand.
She ran the tip of his prick up and down her cunt slash, and then stopped when his glans was in between her inner cunt lips.
The second his cock was in place he began to push downward with his hips.
MacIntyre could actually see his cock going into her cunt.
The fuck started out very slow, with Charly working his hips a little from side to side as he fucked.
He used the entire length of his prick with each thrust, and steadily increased the pace of the fuck as he went along.
He rode his cock high in her slit, since he was not as well-endowed as MacIntyre, so that the movement of his prick would give maximum stimulation to her throbbing little man in the boat.
Soon the fuck became frenzied and both of them were calling out with passion.
Their moans and groans got steadily higher and louder as the fuck progressed.
It was obvious to MacIntyre that they were both going to achieve their climaxes rather quickly.
Sally clawed at Charly's back with her long red fingernails.
She lifted her feet up off the bed and bent at the knees.
She drew her knees back and then wrapped her lovely legs around Charly's humping hips.
"FUCK ME HARDER!" Sally screamed out, and MacIntyre realized that everything his sister said was for his benefit as well as her most recent lover's.
Then Charly rammed his cock all the way in Sally's cunt and left it there.
There was a moment when they were both clutching at one another with all of their strength.
Charly could feel Sally's inner cunt lips gripping at the base of his cock as that rod began to spasm wildly.
They both came at the same time and Charly deposited his silver seed well up inside Sally's fuck hole.
Then they relaxed and paused to catch their breaths and allow their heartbeats to return to a normal pace.
MacIntyre realized at that moment that he too had had an orgasm.
Without even touching his cock he had come inside his underwear.
He could feel his semen, hot and sticky, rolling down the inside of his thigh.
Sally got up off the bed and winked toward the closet.
She then took Charly by the hand and said that she wanted to make out down in the living room.
"I just love the way the fuck rug feels on my back," she said, and Charly was in no position to say no.
MacIntyre was grateful to Sally for this move.
It would give him a perfect opportunity to get out of the closet.
He could return to his bedroom where he would be a lot more comfortable.
He would even get a chance to clean up the little mess he had made in his pants.
His come was starting to cool off and he felt awful.
He felt just like he had pissed himself at that moment.
When he heard the couple walking naked downstairs he slowly opened the door to the closet.
He quickly returned to his room and wiped off his cock with a kleenex.
He sprawled himself on his bed and sighed. He had never been so confused in all of his life. He prayed that he could wake up and find that Sally was no longer his sister.
That way he would be able to fuck her any time he wanted to.
CHAPTER THREE
MacIntyre wasn't sure he wanted to get out of bed the next morning.
He knew that he would have to run into Sally, and that thought didn't appeal to him one bit. He knew that it would take all of his courage to look her in the eye, after he got caught spying on her.
But then he remembered the wink. The little amused smile, and his groin began to ache.
He knew that masturbating first thing in the morning had a way of making him lazy all day, so he hopped out of bed and took a long cool shower, spending an absolute minimum time touching his cock and balls. He tried to think of things that didn't have to do with Sally, but none came to him right away.
By the time his shower was over he felt refreshed and ready to go.
He figured that he would call up one of the guys and see what was happening.
If nothing was happening, maybe he would start something.
He dried his hair furiously with a violent scrubbing motion.
Maybe he could get some beers and they could all get drunk.
Sally wouldn't mind if he had a few of the guys over.
If she was allowed company, he could certainly have the guys over.
Fair was fair, and he knew that she would be cool about it. She would sternly insist that he be the one to clean up afterward, and that would be all he would hear of her.
But as if turned out MacIntyre never got to call any of his friends.
He threw on his blue bathrobe and tied the cloth belt around his slim waist.
He opened the door of the bathroom and stepped out into the hall.
The air felt much cooler in the hall. He hadn't realized how steamy it had "been.
Then the door to Sally's room opened and he heard happy whistling.
Before he could even think to run Sally stepped into the hall also wearing a pink bathrobe. She was barefoot. MacIntyre thought her bare feet were erotic. He gasped and their eyes met. Then their gazes hooked.
There was a pregnant pause. The only sound was MacIntyre's short breathing.
Sally eased the tension by smiling sleepily, and feigning a yawn.
"Rough night?" MacIntyre asked, thinking there was no need to increase the tension by taking anything too seriously. He could handle sis. Always could. He couldn't understand why his impending manhood made her so difficult to deal with now.
"Not bad. You done with the bathroom?" Sally said, smacking her tongue as if to indicate a preoccupation with her toothbrush.
"Sure, it's all yours. Look, Sally, I'm-" But the words got caught in his throat.
For a moment he thought he was going to throw up, and his palms became sweaty.
"You're what?" Sally said, pausing in the bathroom door.
Her bathrobe fell open at the top enough so
MacIntyre could see the tops of her humongous breasts.
"I'm really sorry about peeking and shit last night. It was a terrible thing to do and I'm really sorry about it. I won't do it again or anything."
"I'd appreciate it," she said. "I'll talk about this with you later. I understand your curiosity."
Then she took a slow step forward and kissed MacIntyre on the cheek.
Their eyes met for the briefest moment, an incomplete communication.
There was still the faint scent of passion in her breath.
"Right now, though, I have to brush my teeth and take a shower. My mouth feels like a urinal. Remember that. It might be the most romantic thing I say all day."
MacIntyre couldn't move. His jaw was open and he stared at the closed door of the bathroom for a solid minute.
He could feel the beginnings of an erection pushing at the front of his robe.
She understood his curiosity. Did she? He wondered.
Did she know how much he ached for her? MacIntyre could hear the sound of her toothbrush ravaging her teeth and gums. He heard her spit.
He turned and lowered his head. Then he remembered calling the guys.
MacIntyre figured about nine beers would cure his blues.
But he only got a few steps down the hall when he heard Sally's voice.
The shower was running and she yelled very loud to make sure she was heard.
"MacIntyre! You didn't leave me any shampoo!" she called.
MacIntyre remembered draining the last of the shampoo into his cupped palm.
"What do you want me to do about it?" he called out, annoyance being a normal tactic when dealing with Sally. He had to concentrate on making "normal" responses.
"Get me some shampoo out of the hall closet!" Sailed screamed.
MacIntyre sighed and got a new bottle of shampoo from the closet.
He quickly returned to the bathroom door. He was very nervous.
"I've got it," he said.
"Then give it to me."
"I'll hand it through the door."
"You're not going to see anything you haven't seen already, are you?"
MacIntyre gave a heavy sigh and cursed his cock for growing.
He opened the door to the steamy bathroom and he could see the shadowy figure of his naked sister behind the transparent shower curtain.
Sally pulled back the curtain enough so that MacIntyre could see one full breast.
"You are staring at me like I have two heads," Sally said. "Give me the shampoo. It looks like you're getting a rod too. If you were braver in the evening, you wouldn't get so excited in the morning."
MacIntyre felt completely humiliated. His face burned. He handed his sister the shampoo while looking at his bare toes.
He turned to leave but again Sally did not let him get away.
"Do you really think that I'm pretty enough to be worth watching, MacIntyre?" Sally asked. She was still looking at him from the edge of the tub.
MacIntyre turned and tried to look at her without making it seem like he was staring at her.
"Sure. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen. My luck you gotta be my sister," MacIntyre blurted. His courage scared him and he recoiled, almost as if he thought his sister was going to strike him.
But that wasn't what Sally Symms had in mind at all.
She smiled a little and her eyes twinkled in a way that told MacIntyre she was having naughty thoughts.
He feared she was going to tease him just like she did when they were little.
It was a real pain in the ass when they were young for MacIntyre.
He dreaded times when Sally had something that he wanted.
A candy bar, a comic book, whatever. It was a hassle to get it back from her.
He would have to hear about every dumb thing he had ever done in his life.
But eventually she would always give the comic book to him. Always. He always got what he wanted if he survived the verbal abuse. His mind clicked and his hope was renewed.
Then, an ugly word: incest. MacIntyre felt the butterflies in his stomach come up into his throat.
But things were going to go much easier for MacIntyre than he had anticipated.
"Don't you like me as a sister?" Sally asked sweetly.
"You're okay. One usually doesn't get too excited about one's sister. They go with the territory."
"But you get excited about me, don't you, MacIntyre."
"Yes, and I am going through a heavy guilt trip about it."
Again his honesty stunned him. She knew everything about him.
She knew more about him than anybody in the world. They had shared secrets for as long as either could remember. He found it remarkably easy to be honest with her, even if his palms had turned into a flashflood zone.
"Don't feel guilty. It's normal, you know. I have sexual desires for you too."
MacIntyre felt like he was going to faint. The steam in the bathroom was making him feel a little dizzy.
He reached back and opened the door a crack to let some of the cool in.
"You do?" he said, making a little choking motion with his adams apple.
"Sure. Look. I'm glad I caught you last night. You shouldn't be lurking around people's closets. It's dumb, baby brother. You should be doing it!"
"You always say that. I've got to get out of here. I'm getting all wet again."
"Stay. You want to learn about sex but you're chicken shit to talk to anything with tits, right?"
"Right."
"You can learn with me."
"C'mon, sis. It isn't done."
"Mister peeping torn is holier than thee, I see."
"Don't make fun of me."
"I want you, MacIntyre. I want to be your first woman. I want to be there touching you when you first learn the joys of sex. I want you to get out of that robe and come in here. We'll wash all of that cold sweat off of you and then I'll show you some of the things I can do with my mouth. Oh, you already know about those, don't you."
In spite of her lust, there was still a teasing tone to her voice.
MacIntyre knew who was calling the shots. She had all the cards.
All the cards except one. MacIntyre was the one with the hard cock.
MacIntyre could feel his mind racing in a thousand different directions at the same time. He sighed.
But for the first time in his life he felt like a man.
His aggressive woman, the one he had been yearning for, had arrived. Sally.
His hands shook as he reached down to untie the cloth belt around his waist.
He allowed his bathrobe to fall open and for the first time in her life Sally got to see MacIntyre's plentiful manhood.
"MacIntyre, why didn't you show me your cock before?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, slipping the robe over his shoulders.
"It's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. Long, thick. Oh, God," Sally was licking her parted lips with the tip of her tongue furiously.
MacIntyre's cock throbbed so hard that it snapped up and slapped him in the belly.
His cock was so long that the tip slapped him several inches above his belly button.
Sally pulled back the curtain a little more and MacIntyre allowed his robe to fall to the floor of the bathroom.
He moved very slowly toward the bathtub. His eyes unblinking, he looked into Sally's. Now they knew. MacIntyre could tell it was going to be a great day.
His nerves calmed down, the fear of rejection behind him.
"Come inside. Here in the tub with me," Sally whispered, using very much the same tone she had used while calling to MacIntyre from a hiding place in the bushes.
MacIntyre climbed into the tub under the shower so that the water immediately beat down on top of his head.
He placed his hands on the sides of Sally's waist, and felt her firm flesh for the first time.
Her body was perfect. Her breasts buoyant, nipples erect, yearning.
His cock was fully erect and they moved close enough so that the tip of his cock struck her belly.
Sally placed a gentle hand on MacIntyre's cheek and their faces slowly came toward one another.
His cock was pushed upward by her belly and in a moment it was pinned between them, pointing toward the ceiling of the bathroom.
Sally kissed MacIntyre only on the lower lip twice, then moved her lips fully upon his.
Her fingers started in the center of his back and worked their way slowly toward the back of his neck.
They touched the tips of their tongues lightly together, and they both moaned with a sudden exhale.
In a matter of seconds their tongues were rolling together and MacIntyre wrapped his lips right around Sally's tongue.
He sucked her tongue, and she crushed herself against him, pressing her breasts flat against his chest.
They kissed for a long time, and then Sally pulled her lips away to speak.
She held the sides of MacIntyre's face and looked into his eyes.
"I want you to relax, baby brother. You are still too tight. You don't do anything. Just stand there. Let me do all the work."
MacIntyre struggled to determine whether or not a response was called for.
His inability to make up his mind made that decision for him.
She kissed his cheek much as she had in the hall only moments before.
She sucked on his earlobe, and placed her tongue in his ear.
MacIntyre could feel a shiver go up and down his spine.
He could feel gooseflesh forming under his arms in spite of the hot water from the shower blasting down on him.
She kissed his neck and began to grind her body against his.
He moved his hands down to her buttocks, and she moaned at the delicate way he slid his palms over her ass cheeks.
Then her touch became firmer, and he began to work his long fingers through the flesh.
He could feel her heart-shaped pubic patch rubbing against his balls.
Then she slowly began to drop to her knees, kissing her way down his chest.
She paused at each of his nipples and flicked the tip of her tongue across them.
This felt a lot better than MacIntyre had thought it would.
He found that his whole body had become an erogenous zone.
He had no idea that the ache in his bowels could get so severe.
He could feel the muscles in his legs tensing as he realized she was going to suck his cock.
It was a fantasy come true. MacIntyre prayed that he would not wake up and find that this was all a wet dream.
She pulled away from him as she knelt so that once again his cock was sticking straight out from his hips.
His erection rested at a slightly upward angle, and Sally could see that it was bobbing up and down with anticipation.
Sally could see that MacIntyre's cock was at least ten inches long.
The thing was thick too. She suspected she wouldn't be able to get her fingers all the way around it.
Even getting the damn thing in her mouth was going to be difficult.
And taking it in her throat would be the greatest challenge of her sexual career.
Her nipples were hard, and her cunt was swollen and wet.
Every time she thought about getting fucked with MacIntyre's cock, she could feel her pussy give a sharp throb.
Her clit felt like it was going to pop right out of her vaginal slit.
Sally touched the underside of his cock with a gentle fingertip.
His throbbing penis reacted by snapping upward. She moved so that her face was a little beneath his balls.
She puckered her lips and blew cool air onto his hot cock and balls.
"I figured you needed a little cooling off," she said with a giggle.
She kissed and licked at the insides of his thighs, so that the top of her head touched the base of his scrotum. She placed three fingertips on the underside of his prick and pushed it upward until once again it was pressed against his belly.
She stroked the underside gently as her mouth got ever closer to the wrinkled sack that held his balls.
Sally Symms was very pleased to see trfat his scrotum was also very large, a perfect match for his cock.
His balls looked like they were the size of golf balls, and the sack looked like it was filled to the brim with hot sticky come.
MacIntyre was glad that he had not jacked-off first thing in the morning. That would have taken a bit of the edge off of the passion he was feeling at that moment.
Or perhaps not. MacIntyre felt like he had never had an orgasm before.
He could tell that coming from being touched was going to be a hundred times better than coming from touching himself.
Then Sally stuck out her tongue as far as it would go and wiggled the tip at MacIntyre's balls.
She touched the base of his scrotum with the tip of her tongue, and MacIntyre groaned so deeply that the sound seemed to come from the pit of his stomach.
She continued to lightly caress the underside of his cock as she gently licked at the base of his balls.
With her free hand she placed fingertips under the scrotum, lifting it.
Her fingers could feel the twin testicles swimming in a sea of semen.
She bobbed his balls up and down for a moment playfully, and MacIntyre let out a tiny whimper.
He had never felt anything nearly as good in his whole life.
"It feels incredible, Sally," MacIntyre said.
He was surprised to hear the tone of his own voice as he spoke.
His voice sounded deeper, more mature. He thought that he really was turning into a man like magic.
Sally moved her head and tilted her face upward so she could lick at the patch of skin between MacIntyre's balls and his ass-hole.
MacIntyre knew that he was very sensitive there and his knees bent a little more at the caress.
He felt her hands back to his buttocks. She gripped at his ass cheeks as her tongue got ever closer to her ass-hole.
He let out a sharp grunt of pleasure as he felt the tip of her tongue find his anus boldly.
He could feel the tip of her tongue become curious as it approached the center of his sphincter muscle.
She ran the tip of her tongue all around his ass muscle and he felt his knees start to shake.
He had doubts about how much longer the muscles in his legs would be able to support the weight of his body.
She got the tip of her tongue in the center of his rectum and began to push it inside.
MacIntyre had never thought about his ass-hole much.
It was just the thing he used to take a shit, and that didn't excite him too much.
Now he was learning a brand new purpose for that tight hole.
It was there to give him a great deal of physical pleasure.
Sally soaped up a finger and placed the tip on his ass-hole, pulling her face out of the way.
As she licked at the base of his balls with the flat part of her tongue, she began to push her finger up inside a little at a time.
It hurt a little, but it felt good a lot. MacIntyre relaxed and found that the pain of penetration soon went away.
She pushed her finger inside him until she was in all the way to the third knuckle.
She wiggled her finger around inside his ass-hole, and MacIntyre could feel himself being touched where he had never been touched before.
She pressed hard on a spot deep up inside his bowels and his cock felt-like it was going to burst.
It turned a deeper shade of purple than MacIntyre had ever seen it before.
If any more blood pumped into his glans he would surely explode.
The skin that covered the head of his cock was stretched as far as it could possibly go and looked shiny.
Sally looked at the head of his cock and figured that there was nothing smoother than the thin skin that covered it.
She looked at the little piss hole in the center of his glans and she could see it opening and closing with little spasms.
She smiled inwardly, because it looked to her like his piss hole was winking at her as if it had a mind of its own.
Then Sally began to work her finger slowly in and out of MacIntyre's yielding nether eye.
He could feel his face contort with the combination of pleasure and pain he felt.
His lips drew back into a grimace and his face turned red with exertion.
His back teeth were clenched tightly together at that point.
They were clenched so tightly that his jaw ached a little.
But he was too concerned about the growing pressure in his cock to care about any pain in his jaw.
He placed his hands on top of Sally's head and ran his fingers, through her long brown hair, which was soaking wet.
The bottom of the tub had a couple of inches of water in it, covering MacIntyre's clenched toes.
Sally worked her finger in and out of his ass-hole faster as she went along.
She used the entire length of her finger with each penetration.
She tried to get as deep inside his ass as she could.
Then she used her other hand to once again pin MacIntyre's cock to his belly.
She looked at the many dilated veins that ran along the shaft of his prick.
She placed the tip of her tongue on the base of his cock.
She touched him right where his penis met his scrotum.
She paused for a moment and then began to lick upward.
She used the veins as a roadmap to determine her tongue's route.
She got to the fleshy spot just below the glans.
She stopped at that point and flicked her tongue back and forth.
This felt so good that MacIntyre could already feel the come swirling around in his huge scrotum.
Sally pulled her finger out of his ass-hole so he would be able to concentrate solely on the pleasure she was giving his cock.
She used that hand to cup his balls, and she squeezed his nuts rhythmically, imitating the rapid beat of his heart.
She used the flat part of her tongue to lick the shaft of his cock as if it were an all-day sucker.
Then she allowed his cock to lower just enough so she could roll her tongue thickly over the glans.
She couldn't believe how hard his cock was. She squirmed when she thought of how good it was going to feel inside her.
She was determined to play with MacIntyre that day until he had penetrated each of her three holes.
She allowed his cock to lower so that the tip was pointing directly at her mouth.
Once again she blew cool air on it, and MacIntyre had to concentrate to keep his hips from pumping back and forth.
Never had thrusting his hips forward ever seemed like such an appropriate thing to do. Every muscle in his body was tense.
He knew that Sally would not have to suck on his cock for very long before he would shoot his load.
"I want you to come in my mouth," Sally said and then used the tip of her tongue to play with MacIntyre's piss hole.
She then opened her mouth as far as she could, pulling her tongue back in.
MacIntyre looked at her full sensuous lips. He thought of her drinking down his come.
He could tell that his first blow job was going to be a good one even by expert's standards.
He felt her lips touching the head of his cock and he moved his hips a little further.
He moved his hands to the back of her neck and held her firmly.
She tongued the tip of his cock as she worked her lips over it.
It was a tight fit, and she was relieved to find that her mouth was big enough.
She wrapped her lips tightly around the ring of scar tissue at the base of the head.
She sucked on him and rolled her tongue over his glans at the same time.
Then she concentrated on relaxing and moved forward more with her head.
MacIntyre could tell she wouldn't stop penetrating herself until his entire cock was down her throat.
CHAPTER FOUR
MacIntyre could feel the tip of his cock slowly entering his big sister's talented throat.
Sally could tell right away that it was going to take all of her sexual skills to give her brother her throat completely.
She relaxed the muscles in her throat as much as she could and concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nose.
She inched upward toward the base of his cock, caressing the shaft with her moving lips.
MacIntyre figured that she had better hurry up and get him all the way in or he was going to shoot before complete penetration had been achieved.
He tried to think of other things so that his orgasm would not happen so quickly, but still his semen swam around inside his scrotum impatiently.
He could feel the little tickle in the base of his cock that told him his climax was inevitable.
MacIntyre could not believe how intense the pressure in his balls and his cock had become by that time.
He was certainly hornier than he had ever been before.
He knew that this orgasm was going to be the most intense of his life.
He could feel his balls burning with a yearning for orgasm.
And still Sally's lips approached the base of his cock.
She could feel his cock throbbing inside her hot throat.
She found that she could do it without any pain.
Once she made that realization she thrust forward hard with her head.
Then her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock and her nose was buried in the thick patch of pubic hair that grew above his shaft.
She squeezed his balls more sharply and began to move her head back and forth very fast.
It made it seem to MacIntyre more like he was fucking her mouth than getting a blow job.
Sally drew back with her lips slowly until once again only the head of MacIntyre's cock was between her parted lips.
Then she plunged forward with her head so that the whole ten inches of thick cock meat rammed into her throat at the same time.
She only did this three times before she could tell that her baby brother was on the verge of blowing his load.
All of his muscles were so tight that he was trembling and there was a vein in his temple that was visibly throbbing.
Getting sucked off by Sally Symms would not be recommended to anyone with even the slightest heart condition.
Then MacIntyre's back teeth came unclenched. His mouth fell gaping open.
He moved his hands to Sally's soft shoulders and squeezed her so hard that all of his knuckles turned white.
Sally could tell that she was about to be served with a hot meal.
She drew back with her head so that her lips were wrapped around the base of his throbbing purple glans.
She wanted to taste his come as it landed on her tongue.
She wanted to roll his come around on her tongue and savor the flavor.
She wanted to feel his hot cream slithering down her throat.
MacIntyre let out a scream that reminded MacIntyre of a werewolf howling at the full moon on a partly cloudy evening.
He was amazed for a moment that such a sound could come out of his body.
It wasn't a human sound. It was sound that an animal would make.
But the thought passed quickly as he was caught up in the throes of his ecstasy.
He felt the fiery come shoot up the stalk of his cock into his sister's waiting mouth.
He felt like she was going to suck his balls dry with that talented mouth.
The first shot of come was so huge that it filled Sally's mouth completely.
She had to puff out her cheeks to keep it all in her mouth.
Some of the stuff dribbled out of the corner of her mouth and landed in the tub between her knees.
But she managed to swallow most of it down, feeling the hot come soothe the burning she felt in her throat from the brutal penetration she had put it through.
Spurt after spurt of fuck juice spat from MacIntyre's hole into Sally's mouth.
She quickly realized that she loved the way MacIntyre's come tasted a lot.
It was sweeter than any come she had ever tasted, and she considered herself quite an expert on the subject.
Time was slowed by the intensity of the pleasure MacIntyre was feeling.
He thought that his orgasm was going to go on forever.
In reality the whole thing only lasted about ten seconds.
That is a long time to be all caught up in previously unknown bliss.
When the orgasm was over MacIntyre felt all of his muscles relax at the same rime.
Sally took her mouth off of his cock and licked it lightly a couple of times before releasing it.
It was becoming flaccid and already the tip insisted on drooping downward.
MacIntyre's knees were still shaking as he listened to himself catching his breath.
Slowly but surely his heartbeat was returning to normal.
Sally could still taste some of his come on her tongue.
In spite of its sweetness, it still had the salty tang of the sea.
She wanted to suck her brother off frequently. She knew that with one orgasm under his belt he would be able to fuck her cunt for much longer.
She wanted him to stroke her inner pussy with that hard rod for hours and hours, and her clit quivered even as she thought about it.
Then she saw that MacIntyre's knees were shaking and she reached up to take him hand.
"You look a little shaky. Why don't you sit down here in the bottom of the tub with me," she said.
She moved so that she was sitting in the tub. She leaned back and stretched her legs out in front of her.
MacIntyre sat on the other end of the tub, but could not lean back because of the metal faucets.
He placed his feet along side Sally and sat between hers.
"Did that feel good?" she asked, tilting her head a little to one side.
The naughty expression on her face told MacIntyre that she already knew the answer.
"It felt better than anything I've ever felt before. I want to make you feel just as good, Sally. But-"
"But what?" Sally asked, giving his right hand a little squeeze.
"But I don't know how," he completed, looking right into her blue eyes.
"I can't wait for the first lesson," MacIntyre said.
"You get the first lesson right now. I want you to play with my tits."
"Your tits are beautiful. It sounds silly, Sally, but I feel it's almost an honor to touch your tits."
"And I feel the same way about your cock. Most of what you need to know about pleasing me will come naturally. You already have all the equipment you are going to need."
MacIntyre blushed and self-consciously looked down at his cock which was resting limp against the inside of his thigh.
Even when his cock was flaccid it was still quite a thing to behold.
It didn't lose much of its thickness, and it dangled a full eight inches.
Sally grabbed both of MacIntyre's wrists and placed his hands on her tits.
MacIntyre opened his fingers and found there was no way he could hold all of her breasts at the same time.
They were just too big, but he squeezed what he could hold.
He could feel her hard nipples pressing against the centers of her palms.
"That's it, Mac. Nice and gentle. Move them in little circles. Pull them apart and then push them together. Now squeeze. Oh God that feels good. I think you are going to catch on pretty quickly."
MacIntyre could feel his confidence growing as he squeezed and moved her breasts.
When he pressed her tits together her cleavage was long and deep.
Sally could feel her glands pumping out fresh cunt juice.
Her natural lubrication was spilling into the tub along with the water from the hot shower.
The whole bathroom was filled with steam at that point.
The two siblings were peering at each other through a hot fog.
"Now touch my nipples," Sally said. "Roll your fingers over my nipples very gently. Oh YES!"
MacIntyre sure could feel his face glow with pride when he realized he was giving this beautiful woman pleasure.
It no longer mattered that she was his sister.
Any guilt he had felt had completely left him.
He knew that anything that felt that good had to be perfectly normal.
Anything that was that much fun could not be evil and bad.
"Pinch and pull at them," Sally said. She closed-her eyes and placed her palms flat in the bottom of the tub.
She could feel the ache in her loins growing in leaps and bounds.
He pinched and pulled at her nipples just the way she liked it.
He did it hard enough so that it hurt her a little bit.
But Sally was the kind of girl that liked a little pain when she was especially aroused.
MacIntyre could feel her nipples growing firmer and larger under his grip.
Soon they were just as big as when he watched her from the closet.
"Can I suck them?" he asked, wincing almost visibly after hearing himself ask it.
"Yes, but not now. Let's get out of the shower and dry off. We can go to your room. I think you might like to lose your virginity on your own bed. Did you know that I can fart out of my pussy?"
MacIntyre could not help but laugh, but his eyes went wide as he watched.
She lifted her cunt up out of the water and he could see her cunt lips pucker.
She then lowered her hips back down into the water and MacIntyre watched her inner labia bluster outward, accompanied by many big gurgling bubbles.
"How do you do that?" MacIntyre asked, suspecting that his knowledge of the female anatomy was not all it should be.
"Muscle control," Sally said with a giggle, and then stood up.
MacIntyre turned and shut off the shower water with several turns of his wrist.
They stepped out of the shower and pushed the bathroom door open so much of the steam would leave.
Still wet they both got into their robes and moved out into the hall.
They grabbed big towels and made there way to MacIntyre's room where they dripped quite a bit carelessly.
Sally was so hot that she couldn't take the time to dry off before leaving the steamy bathroom.
She kissed MacIntyre on the tip of his nose and then flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth beneath his ear.
"After I teach you how to suck my nipples, I'm going to teach you how to eat my cunt she said, her eyes ablaze with passion.
MacIntyre gulped.
He couldn't believe his luck
He was one horny sixteen-year-old.
And his sister was twice as horny!
Boy oh boy!
CHAPTER FIVE
Sally took a long time to dry off, and dried herself using a quick patting, rather than a scrubbing, motion.
MacIntyre couldn't take his eyes off of those big tits as Sally slowly moved her way toward his bed.
Already he could feel the ache returning to his balls.
His scrotum still looked like it was filled to the brim with come in spite of the seed he had spilled into Sally's mouth only moments before.
He could feel his cock start to throb, and he could feel it getting steadily larger down between his thighs.
He dried himself off with a fast buffing motion, and watched as Sally sprawled on her back in the center of his bed.
He then moved so that he was lying beside her, and once again he allowed his fingertips to roll over her erect nipples.
"I don't know where to begin," MacIntyre said, looking up and down his sister's body with his eyes wide and twinkling.
"Kiss my nipples. Lick them and bite them," Sally said, touching her own breasts as she spoke.
MacIntyre lowered his head and kissed Sally's right nipple gently.
He could feel the flesh become even firmer on his lips.
He kissed the other nipple and then decided to concentrate his attention solely on the right nipple, while massaging the entire left breast with gentle fingers and firm palm.
He stuck his tongue out as far as he could and placed the tip directly on her firm quivering nipple.
She ran her fingers through his hair as he licked her nipple, and he could feel her long fingernails scratching lightly at his scalp.
He wiggled the tip of his tongue around until her entire nipple was wet and shiny from MacIntyre's hot drool.
Sally lifted up her right shoulder as if to offer her breast to her brother more completely.
He flicked the tip of his tongue fast and hard across that nipple and was thrilled when he heard Sally moan with pleasure.
He then wrapped his lips around the nipple and began to suck lightly on it.
At the same time he squeezed the other tit very hard, moving it upward, and Sally let out a sharp cry of joy.
"You don't need much coaching at all, baby brother," Sally said, her face breaking into a brilliant grin.
MacIntyre smiled inwardly but did not interrupt the stimulation of Sally's nipples to offer a response.
Instead, he began to suck a little harder, and he sucked so hard that his smooth cheeks hollowed with the suction.
"Oh yes!" Sally screamed out, and she began to move her rounded hips in a slow circle on the crumpled bedspread.
She opened and closed her legs rapidly, as the tremendous ache in her loins became very close to unbearable.
She could feel the blood flowing into her pussy flesh, until both sets of vaginal lips were fully engorged.
Her cunt juices were already spilling out of the base of her cunt, dripping thickly into the crack of her ass.
It wouldn't be very long before Sally's natural lubrication would begin to make a wet spot on the bedspread.
Sally moved both of her hands to the back of MacIntyre's head as if to suggest to him that he should suck harder.
He sucked as hard as he could, pulling the nipple out from the end of the breast until the skin around it was stretched tight.
He then released her nipple and heard a popping noise as it snapped back into place, as erect as it could get.
MacIntyre still couldn't believe how far Sally's nipples stuck out when she was sexually aroused.
"Bite it! Bite my nipple!" Sally screamed out, and MacIntyre couldn't help but think of the time he listened to his sister's cries of passion through the wall that separated their two bedrooms.
At that time he would never have thought that it would soon be he that would be causing her her pleasure.
But his greatest fantasy was about to come true, and already he was wondering what her cunt was going to taste like.
He got his teeth on her nipple and he bit it hard enough so that he knew he was hurting Sally.
But not seriously. He caused only enough pain so that the nerve-endings would become more receptive to pleasure.
He had figured out quickly that a little pain could enhance his sister's pleasure when she was especially horny.
He then got his teeth on her nipple and kept them there.
He tugged her nipple far out from the rest of his breast.
He could feel the muscles in Sally's arms becoming tight.
Her grip on the back of his head increased drastically.
MacIntyre was glad that she wasn't any stronger, or else she would have given him a headache from the pressure.
He pulled her nipple repeatedly with his teeth, each time allowing it to snap back into place with a pop.
He then repeated the process with the other nipple.
In a matter of seconds both nipples were almost a full inch long.
"Would you like me to go down on you now?" MacIntyre asked, looking into Sally's yearning eyes.
"God, yes," she said breathlessly. "My cunt is on fire for you, MacIntyre. I need to feel your tongue in my cunt!"
MacIntyre felt his cock throb sharply when she said those words.
His prick was already fully erect, and he knew that by the time it came to fuck, his manly equipment was going to be more than ready to hold up its end of the deal.
MacIntyre showered Sally's breasts with peck kisses, flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth in between her tits, and then began to kiss his way wetly over her rib cage and the flat plain of her tummy.
He stuck his tongue in her dimpled belly-button, which made her giggle and then spent a long time sucking on the firm flesh of her lower abdomen, just above her heart-shaped pubic patch.
He then moved his whole body so that he was on his stomach with his long legs dangling over the foot of the bed.
His toes were pointing downward and his head was directly between Sally's sweet parted thighs.
He placed his nose very close to her cunt and inhaled deeply.
He filled his sinuses with the scent of her womanhood.
He figured that he had never smelled anything so goo in his entire life.
He felt a little dizzy from the smell of her wet cunt.
He was intoxicated by the intensity of her plentiful womanhood.
He could feel his cock pressing against his belly as he sprawl on his belly.
He could feel the tip of his cock throbbing several inches above his navel.
The ache in his balls was full-blown and fiery by that time.
He began to kiss lightly at the insides of her smooth thighs.
He wondered how her pubic hair got so neatly trimmed.
He imagined a handsome stud with a scissors, but thrust this thought into the back of his mind because it filled him with insecurity.
He also wondered how the skin on her thighs got so smooth.
He knew that she had not shaved her legs that morning, and he didn't even know that the process of waxing existed.
He looked at her cunt and saw that she had no hair on either side of her vulva, and she was equally bald in between the cheeks of her ass.
He had looked at a lot of split beaver shots in the men's magazines he hid under his bed, and he knew that Sally's cunt was a photographer's dream.
He could see that her pussy flesh was very red and swollen.
It was a little shiny in the morning light from being so wet.
"Your cunt smells fantastic, Sally," MacIntyre said, giving the inside of her thigh a tender lick.
"Thank you, MacIntyre," Sally said sweetly. She opened her thighs a little further and raised her knees up in the air on either side of MacIntyre's head.
Her toes were tightly curled under and she touched her own breasts with a moan as she felt his mouth getting ever closer to the outer lips of her cunt.
As MacIntyre reached the edge of her vulva, Sally lifted her tiny feet up off of the bedspread.
She pointed her toes in a very lady-like manner, and drew back her knees so that she was resting on the small of her back.
As she did this MacIntyre could see her exposing the creamy cheeks of her ass to him.
Her ass cheeks were parted and he could see the puckered ass-hole which rested only an inch from the base of her cunt.
He remembered the way she had tongued his ass-hole.
Then he thought of how good it felt when she stuck her finger deep up inside his aching bowels.
He knew at that point that he would be expected to do the same thing to her.
MacIntyre thought about sexual communication.
He was amazed that so much of that communication was non-verbal.
Lovers did not transfer thoughts the way other people did.
Each gesture was magnified, each sound amplified.
A glance, a stroke, could be an important moment when making love.
MacIntyre had never felt so alive in his entire life.
He could feel the blood coursing rapidly through his veins.
All of his nerve endings seemed to be standing on end.
Every square inch of skin on his body was yearning to be stimulated by the magnificent body of his sweet older sister.
MacIntyre stuck his thick tongue out as far as he could.
He placed the tip at the base of her cunt and for the first time experienced the wonderful flavor of that wet cooze.
He hummed a happy chord, and began to move the tip of his wet tongue up and down the outer lips of her parted vagina.
He could see that her inner lips stuck out furthest from her cunt.
They looked swollen yet smooth, and they were curled back a little at the edges.
Her cunt looked like a blossom about to turn into a flower.
He licked her outer cunt lips until all of the flavor was gone.
Sally drew back her knees a little further, so that the tops of her thighs were very close to her erect nipples.
Sally stopped caressing her own breasts and put her hands once again on top of MacIntyre's handsome head.
Her feet were very close to his head when she was in this position, and MacIntyre could tell by her subtle movements that she wanted him to give a little pleasure to her tiny puckered ass-hole.
Her ass-hole was pink and reminded the sixteen year old virgin of an asterisk.
He had never thought much about ass-holes as sexual orifices.
But now the idea obsessed him. He had heard about women who loved to get fucked in the ass-hole.
He couldn't help but wonder if his sister was one of those.
He imagined how tightly her ass-hole would grip at the shaft of his cock, and his prick throbbed violently against his muscular belly.
MacIntyre placed his hands on the backs of Sally's firm smooth thighs and lowered his head a little bit with his tongue still protruding from between his parted lips.
He touched the tip of his tongue to her ass-hole and felt his sister's entire lovely torso shudder from the pleasure he was giving her.
He gently ran the tip of his tongue in a little circle all around the ring of muscle that surrounded her rectum.
He moved the palms of his hands down the backs of her thighs until he was holding onto her buttocks.
Sally's weight was fully on her back and MacIntyre pulled her ass cheeks apart so that his tongue would have no trouble exploring the entire anal region.
He drew back his head and looked at that hole for a moment.
He could see the ring of muscle around her ass-hole throbbing.
The hole itself was opening and closing by itself.
The ass-hole looked like it was writhing, struggling to suck air.
And then MacIntyre realized that that was exactly what it was doing.
It was sucking air. Muscle control, she would have said if he asked.
Then she let out a deep long fart, and MacIntyre could see her whole sphincter stretch open and flap with a thunder.
His cock felt like it was going to explode it was so hard, and he couldn't keep his hips still because his balls were aching so severely.
He stuck his tongue far out of his mouth and made it hard at the tip.
He then plunged downward with his head and drove his hard tongue deep into Sally's burning rectum.
He fucked her with his tongue furiously, but this penetration was not deep enough.
So he pulled back with his head and placed the tip of the middle finger on his right hand in the center of her sphincter.
He dabbed that finger in the cunt juice that had pooled at the base of her cunt and then began to push the finger deep up into her bowels.
MacIntyre's hands were very big, and Sally's sphincter had to stretch deliciously for his finger to get inside.
His finger was long and probed her very core as he penetrated all the way to his third knuckle.
He wiggled his finger around and Sally let out a grunt of joy that came from the pit of her stomach.
Her face turned red and she pressed the back of her head hard against the bed and felt the muscles in her neck tense.
He face began to turn red. It felt so good. She knew that his cock up her ass was going to feel even better. It would hurt when he fucked her in the ass, but she wouldn't care. The satisfaction of complete surrender would make the pain she would suffer more than worthwhile.
But first he would eat her cunt and fuck her cunt.
She would have many orgasms under her belt before her anus would be penetrated by his thick rod of cock meat.
Her ass-hole would be screaming for attention by that time.
Her bowels would ache for stimulation just as much as her pussy.
But first it was the pussy's turn, and MacIntyre did not finger fuck his sister's hot ass-hole.
He left the finger all the way in and touched the tip of his tongue to the base of her inner cunt lips where the pool of cunt juice was most plentiful.
Using a light flicking motion he worked her cunt lips back so that he was opening the mouth to her womb.
He got his tongue between those lips and plunged his tongue deep inside.
This felt so good that Sally jerked upward with her hot hips.
Her ass cheeks came right off the bed, and MacIntyre had to wrap his strong arms around her slim thighs in order to keep his tongue in her fuck hole. He wiggled his tongue furiously, and Sally was soon on the very edge of orgasm.
MacIntyre had an urge to make her come for the first time by suddenly sucking at her clitoris flesh.
But he decided that he was going to show her the kind of lover he could be.
Never before had he felt so bold. Her writhing filled him with confidence.
He worked his tongue in and out of her cunt slowly, making the tip curious.
He wanted to leave no nook nor cranny unexplored. All except for her clit.
He was going to keep her in her hottest possible state for as long as he could.
He wanted to see her writhe to the point of exhaustion before he allowed her the release of climax.
He licked in between the inner and outer cunt lips at the very top of her cunt so that he was pushing at the folds of skin above her clit.
Her love button was so swollen that the clit really did look like a button at the top of her pink slash.
He licked all around it and Sally began to make whimpering noises.
She pleaded and yearned without saying a single word.
Her lips began to move. They were swollen and parted.
Her lips writhed in the air. Then they began to shape words, although her moans and groans came separately.
She said, "Please," silently, over and over again.
She wanted him to let her come. She couldn't believe that he was keeping her on the edge of ecstasy for so long.
He was so cruel. She knew that she would later love him for it.
She knew that the longer she was held in raw anticipation, the more mind-boggling the release would be once the explosions in her pussy began.
A couple of times Sally felt sharp throbs inside her cunt, and she thought it was starting, but he would pull back when he felt her muscles twitch.
He could tell by the weakness of her moans that she was running out of energy.
He knew that he had to give her her release so they could get on with the fucking.
His thoughts became suddenly mechanical, and he thought of the most crushing come he could give her.
He returned to his original plan and quickly wrapped his lips around both her clitoris and the surrounding swollen tissues.
He then sucked that clit deep into his mouth.
He pushed the tip of his tongue hard on that womanly erection.
He flicked the tip of his tongue across her clitoris as hard and fast as he could and Sally felt as if her entire abdomen were exploding.
Her cunt began to spasm very, very hard, and MacIntyre could hear her cunt making farting noises as the spasms forced air out of her vaginal tunnel.
Wave after wave of pleasure ran up and down Sally's spine.
For a moment she thought she was going to pass out from the pure pleasure.
She could see little stars in her eyes, and she let out that horrible scream that made her sound like she was being tortured by a masked sadist.
Her mind reeled, as she battled in the throes of ecstasy for what seemed to the little girl to be an eternity.
Even MacIntyre was impressed by the length of her orgasm.
It was at least five times as long as any he had ever had.
His perception of time was understandably shaky, but at the time he would have estimated that her orgasm lasted for almost a minute.
When it was over all of Sally's muscles relaxed at the same time.
During the course of her come her ass cheeks had been well off the bed.
Her back had been arched sharply, and her head was thrown back, still pressed hard against the bedspread.
Her feet had returned to the bed and those painted toes turned white from clutching so hard.
Her mouth had fallen gaping open and her eyes had been closed so tight that little wrinkles had formed at their corners.
But then she just collapsed on the bed and moaned as if she were about to break into horrible sobs.
But the few tears she spilled were from happiness not sadness.
She couldn't believe the magic things MacIntyre's mouth had done to her cunt.
He had sucked her clit as hard as he could until he had been sure her climax was over.
Then he pulled his mouth away and looked at her between her breasts.
She couldn't help but smile at him because his lips and chin were covered with her thick hot cunt juice.
A little of that natural lubrication had gathered at the base of MacIntyre's chin, and one drop was about to fall off into Sally's heart-shaped pubic patch.
Then Sally moved her hands to her cunt. She pressed down hard on her entire vagina with both hands.
Her hips bucked up and down as a couple of post-orgasmic spasms jolted her loins. , Then she was still again, still moaning with her slowing exhales.
The ecstasy of her orgasm had been replaced by the warm contentment of her afterglow.
"Was that okay?" MacIntyre asked with a sly grin on his face.
He had the same teasing tone in his voice that Sally had used with him earlier.
She smiled, and gave him a look that answered the question.
Her eyes were teary and a single tear rested at the side of her tiny nose.
"It was the most wonderful thing I've ever felt," Sally said. "Give me your hand. I want to show you what I can do for you."
Sally's hands were on the insides of her thighs, so when MacIntyre placed his in hers, he brushed against the swollen flesh of her pulsating cooze.
"I want you to stick your forefinger up inside my cunt," Sally said, her eyes looking at MacIntyre's knowingly.
MacIntyre turned the palm of his right hand upward and slowly worked his finger up into the swollen slippery flesh of Sally's cunt.
Sally then contracted her muscles and squeezed down hard on MacIntyre's finger.
Just the first feel of the inside of his sister's cunt was enough to make the top of his cock want to burst off.
When she started to squeeze and pull on his finger, he thought he was going to die with anticipation.
He then knew how she managed to fart out of her cunt.
She used those same muscles to suck air into her fuck hole.
"You see what I can do with my pussy," Sally said, flashing her baby brother a brilliant grin.
"Amazing," MacIntyre said, looking down to where the end of his finger was visible protruding from that magic cunt.
"Imagine what my cunt will be able to do to your cock. Your big wonderful cock!"
"I want you."
"Take me."
MacIntyre moved swiftly like a cat pouncing on his prey.
He moved so that he was lying directly on top of his sister.
Though his body was muscled, he was thin and light on her chest.
He supported his weight on his elbows and looked down into her eyes.
Never before had Sally Symms looked like she needed to be kissed so badly.
He lowered his lips down upon hers, his tongue reaching her first.
She wrapped her full lips around his tongue hungrily and sucked it hard.
He could feel his cock pinned between their bellies.
He could feel her heart-shaped pubic patch nestled against his balls.
He rolled his tongue over hers for a long time.
They were both breathless with passion by the time that soul kiss was complete.
Then Sally lifted her feet up off the bed. Her knees were up on either side of MacIntyre's slim torso.
She pointed her legs up at the ceiling, keeping her thighs parted to a perfect ninety degree angle.
Her toes were pointed and her ankles were tense.
Her knees were locked in the straight position, and she kissed MacIntyre's cheek.
Then she bent at the knees and crossed her ankles at the small of MacIntyre's back, very close to the top of the crack of his ass.
She hugged him tenderly with the insides of her thighs and clawed at his back with her long red fingernails.
CHAPTER SIX
It was at that point that MacIntyre made his move to enter his sister's cunt with his throbbing cock.
He knew that it was only a matter of seconds before he would no longer be a miserable sixteen year old virgin.
He placed the palms of his hands flat on the bed on either side of Sally's quivering breasts.
Her nipples still looked like they needed to be sucked very badly, but MacIntyre was too busy worrying about what position Ue should get in.
His knowledge of the female anatomy was still very limited and he wasn't sure what angle he should hold his cock, and exactly where in her pussy he should place the tip.
Sally, being a smart lover, recognized his moment of difficulty and reached down to take the shaft of his cock with gentle fingers.
"Here, let me guide you inside me," she said and moved the tip of his cock up and down her slash of drooling meat.
She couldn't help but allow his piss hole to linger over her clitoris for a moment before lowering the tip to the base of her inner cunt lips.
Sally could think of nothing but how far her cunt lips would nave to stretch open. for his cock to get in.
But she was very wet and slippery down there, so she wasn't worried about any pain he might cause.
She knew that her cunt flesh became very elastic when she was sexually aroused so she knew she would be able to get the whole thing up inside her cunt.
Her ass-hole was a different matter. That would be where the pain came in.
But she was too busy thinking about the ache that filled her lower abdomen to think about her latent yearning in her bowels.
The second MacIntyre felt his cock in place he began to press downward with his slim yet powerful hips.
Sally could feel her inner cunt lips start to open.
She could tell that his cock was all ready to enter her.
She took her fingers away from the shaft of his cock.
She knew that his erect penis no longer needed any guidance.
She tickled the base of his balls for a moment with her long red fingernails.
Then she got the wrinkled sack that held his balls in the palm of her hand.
She cupped his scrotum snugly and gave it a series of sharp squeezes.
MacIntyre let out a deep moan of pleasure, and he could feel her inner labia stretching open as far as they could go. For a moment he feared that he would tear open her cunt flesh.
He thought that he would make her bleed with his rock hard tube of manhood.
But he sighed a sign of relief when he felt the head of his cock slip between those wet stretched lips.
Sally had a tremendous urge to push up violently with her hips so that all ten inches would ram home at the same time.
But she could tell that MacIntyre was determined to enter her slowly.
MacIntyre wanted to do everything very slowly.
He wanted to make the moment last for as long as possible.
Not only that but he was feeling very, very horny.
He feared that he would shoot his load the second he achieved complete penetration.
He didn't know when he was going to get another chance to fuck Sally, and he didn't want the whole thing to end before it had started.
He knew that he "would have shot his first load into the bedspread while eating her if his big sister hadn't sucked it down her hot gullet.
"I think I'm gonna come right away," MacIntyre said, with a sorrowful tone in his voice.
"Don't worry," Sally said breathlessly. "I'll just press on the little paten of skin between your balls and your ass-hole whenever you get close to coming, and you'll be able to keep it up for a long time."
MacIntyre did not understand what she was talking about, but the tone of her voice made him trust her completely.
He continued to push his cock inside her very slowly.
He could feel her fingers moving to the base of his balls.
She pressed hard on the magic spot and he felt the tickle at the base of his cock go away.
The ache of desire was still there in full but the threat of quick orgasm had gone away. He had renewed confidence and rammed the rest of his cock all the way inside Sally's cunt.
Sally couldn't believe how filled her cunt felt.
She could feel the tip of his cock touching her in a place that had never been touched before.
Immediately the explosions started inside her cunt and she had the first deep vaginal orgasm of this sex session.
"I'm coming," Sally said, as she felt her lower torso become spastic.
She pressed on the spot between MacIntyre's balls and ass-hole once again because she knew what her announcement would do to his glands.
MacIntyre could feel the sharp spasms squeezing and tugging at the shaft of his prick.
He had never felt his balls ache so badly in his life.
He didn't know that it was possible to be so aroused and still not come.
He pulled his cock out of her cunt very slowly, just as he had seen Qiarly do it.
He wiggled his hips a little from side to side as he did this, so tnat the walls of her cunt would be forced to stretch in different directions.
He pulled his cock out until only the throbbing purple head of his prick remained between her grossly stretched cunt lips.
Her cunt was oozing and creaming beyond belief. There was a huge wet spot on the bed beneath her hips.
The whole room smelled like passion as the natural lubrication poured in a steady ooze down into the crack of Sally's ass.
MacIntyre then lifted his upper body off of Sally by straightening his elbows.
He began to fuck her cunt with a smooth easy motion.
He still moved his hips a little from side to side as he fucked her.
Sally then pulled her legs further up his body. She uncrossed her ankles at the small of MacIntyre's back.
She rolled her weight back onto her back so that her buttocks rolled up and off of the moving bed.
The springs in the bed began to creak a little each time MacIntyre pressed down with his raging hard-on.
He made sure to use the entire length of his cock with each stroke, and afterward he ground his hips downward so his cock would sink as deeply as possible into her soft, yielding cunt flesh.
Sally then moved her legs so that they were draped over MacIntyre's broad and tensed shoulders.
She had the insides of her knees at the sides of his neck, and MacIntyre could feel her heels touching him on the back.
He held the tops of her thighs and leaned his weight on the back of them.
The pace of the fuck steadily increased as they went along.
MacIntyre's cock was so thick that it rubbed hard against the top of her cunt as he moved it in and out.
It tugged sharply on the swollen flesh that surrounded his big sister's little man in the boat.
Sally could feel her inner cunt lips being stretched far out, then pushed back in by the motion of his hard pole.
MacIntyre could hear the funny splashing sounds they made as his cock worked its way through the drenched pussy flesh.
Then he began to pull his cock out slowly, pause, and ram it home as hard as he could.
Each time he did that the beautiful little girl beneath him would grunt as if all of the air had been forced from her legs.
She felt as if he were completely impaling her with his lance of throbbing manhood.
She could feel the tip of his cock sinking into her deepest darkest core of womanhood.
Hips pumped pleasure into hips, and the joy filled the room along with the musky scent of Sally's sloppy cunt.
Sally began to snap off orgasms at a terrific rate.
It seemed like the contractions in her cunt were always there.
Her deep vaginal orgasms were sharper and shorter than the ones she had when stimulus were being given directly to her love button.
And the best thing about them is she could have many of them.
It wasn't uncommon for her to have two or three orgasms before her lover dropped his load into her hole.
But even for Sally the number of orgasms she was having while MacIntyre was fucking her was exceptional.
It got to the point where she could no longer tell where one orgasm ended and the next one began.
It seemed at times like she was having one , continuous orgasm.
She was in the throes of one never ending climax. The come that wouldn't die.
And every muscle in her body was as tense as it could be throughout the experience.
Her face once again turned as red a beet, and her jaw was stretched open so far MacIntyre had no trouble looking down into her throat.
He could count each and every one of her cavities.
Her tongue was not coated and looked delicious resting at the bottom of her mouth.
There was a little pool of saliva in the center of her tongue, with bubbles at the edges of it.
The tip of her tongue occasionally darted out of her open mouth and moistened her puffy lips.
"I CAN'T STOP COMING!" Sally called out at the top of her lungs.
She began to throw her head from side to side as if the intensity of her pleasure was too much for her to bear.
But every time MacIntyre's moans and groans seemed to be reaching a peak, she pressed hard into the fleshy patch between his balls and his ass-hole and the urge was stifled for a while.
MacIntyre would never have thought in his entire life that he would be able to fuck for this long without coming on his very first try.
MacIntyre began to feel like quite the stud, and soon he was working his cock in and out of Sally's cunt as hard and fast as he could.
Sally lifted her head off of the bed and clutched at the back of his neck with intertwined fingers.
She had almost rolled herself into a ball and she squeezed at MacIntyre's ears with her tensed knees.
MacIntyre's body was built for fucking, and he looked very graceful even as he worked his hips with reckless abandon.
His hips were a blur he moved them back and forth so fast.
Sally knew that he had reached the point of orgasmic inevitability.
All good things have to come to an end and this was true of fucking also.
She pressed on the magic spot but could tell right away that it was no use.
MacIntyre was driving down the home stretch and the finish line was without a doubt his absolute moment of sexual release.
Then he drove his cock all the way in her cunt and he left it there.
He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of Sally's thighs until all of his knuckles turned white.
He arched his back and threw back his head so that he was facing the ceiling of his bedroom.
His body trembled with the fury of the impending explosion.
His teeth were clenched tightly together and his whole face was drawn back into a grimace.
He could feel the semen gathering rapidly at the base of his rigid lance of throbbing masculinity.
His little piss hole was opening and closing rapidly ten inches inside his big sister's spasming cunt.
He could feel her cunt muscles tugging at the shaft of his prick harder than ever and he let out his wild beast call as the come came shooting down the stalk of his cock.
He bathed the inside of Sally's cunt with his silver seed.
It felt even better than when he got sucked off earlier that morning.
Spurt after spurt of hot come shot from the tip of his prick.
Once again he felt as if she were sucking his balls dry.
But this time it was her talented cunt that was doing the sucking.
Sally snapped off her last orgasm just as MacIntyre spilled his come into her.
She was pleased about this because it meant they could share a single moment of divine ecstasy.
For a short period of time Sally felt as if they had become a single being.
Their souls had merged as they shared that moment of bliss.
They were of the same blood, as closely related as two people could be.
And for that single moment they combined to become a single sexual animal.
When MacIntyre's orgasm was over he let out a sharp gasp and all of his muscles twitched violently.
He left his cock all the way in her cunt and his body bucked about.
Then he was still and he could feel the hottest afterglow he had ever experienced enter his satisfied groin.
Sally undraped her knees from MacIntyre's shoulders and lowered her legs slowly and gracefully.
Her face was still flushed and she was still out of breath from the countless orgasms she had had.
She lowered her feet to the bed on either side of MacIntyre, keeping her knees slightly raised.
He bent at the elbows and brought his lower body down until it pressed against hers.
Once again he could feel her breasts pressed flat against his chest.
Her nipples were still hard and erect and
MacIntyre could feel them against his highly sensitived chest skin.
He moved so that one of her nipples was touching his, and that felt a lot better than either of them thought it was going to.
There simultaneous moans were just another example to MacIntyre of his newly found ability at sexual communication.
His cock was still hard so he moved it in and out of Sally's cunt a couple of times, just to give her a little extra pleasure.
The technique worked and Sally moaned deeply.
But his cock was dwindling fast, and it had already lost much of its intense rigidness.
They were calm, satisfied. They looked into each other's eyes, then MacIntyre lowered his head so he could suck softly at Sally's pouting lower hp.
He then pulled his cock out of her cunt and rolled off of her onto his side.
Their bodies were both slick with sweat, and MacIntyre allowed his fingertips to roam lightly all over Sally's breasts and the sides of her neck.
"Oh, MacIntyre, you were wonderful," Sally said, her eyes opening to reveal fresh tears of happiness.
"I thought it was wonderful too. I guess I've never been happier in my entire life,"
MacIntyre said, giving her left nipple a playful pinch.
Sally placed her hand on top of his, and blinked away her tears.
Then her face broke into an amused grin, and she turned his hand over so she could delicately caress his palm.
"Are you sure you never did that before?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.
"Positive. It was you that made me do it good. You were what inspired me. I would have come the second I got inside you if you hadn't known just what to do."
They hugged as tight as they could, and kissed fully on the lips.
Their tongues found each other and they were lost in another long kiss.
But the afterglows faded and MacIntyre got up to go to the bathroom.
He wanted to wash his face because the cunt juices had started to dry and he felt all sticky.
"I'll come with you," Sally said, so they both trotted nude out into the hallway on their way to the bathroom.
Sally couldn't believe how much her life had changed so quickly.
She was used to trying a different lover every night.
But she figured that it would many nights before she would need another cock.
She wanted to stay in that house alone with MacIntyre for the rest of her life.
They had always been so close. It only seemed natural that this would be the next phase in their relationship.
They went into the bathroom together and shared the sink as they freshened themselves up a little bit.
MacIntyre too could not believe how much his life had changed.
He felt as if he had just taken a major step toward adulthood.
He had gone from an insecure boy to being a proud stud.
He could feel his manhood dangling at that very moment between his thighs.
Never before had he realized the power he held in his cock.
If he had known he certainly wouldn't have been shy around girls.
He would have felt as if he held all the cards, he would have been manipulative.
He knew at this point that he could give divine pleasure to any woman, and any woman would be stupid not to give him the chance.
"How do you want to spend the rest of the day?" Sally asked as she splashed cold water on her red eyes.
Her eyes were a little red and swollen from the happy tears she had spilled during their frenzied sex.
"I don't know. You want to just stay here and fool around?" MacIntyre said, rubbing her sweet ass cheeks with the palm of his hand.
"I do want to fool around, but not here. It's such a beautiful day and I want to get outdoors."
"Why don't we go on a picnic. We can drive out to the woods someplace and make it underneath the trees."
Sally thought that was a wonderful idea and clapped her hands joyously in front of her large breasts.
"I can make some sandwiches and we can get some beer, and then we can just sprawl out in the sun on a blanket."
"You can take off all of your clothes and get a head start on your tan."
"You mean I can get a head start on my burn," Sally said, and they both laughed.
"We'll bring along the suntan lotion. I'll spread the stuff all over your body," MacIntyre said.
Sally placed a wet hand on his cheek and looked at him with unadulterated adoration.
They got out of the bathroom and went to their separate rooms to dress.
Once dressed they moved down to the kitchen to get ready to go.
MacIntyre did not yet drive a car so Sally would take hers.
She drove a green Pinto hatchback that was old and on the rusty side.
She knew the perfect place to take her brother, a place where no one ever went.
They would go to a paradise of nature, their own Garden of Eden.
Sally would be Eve, and MacIntyre would be Adam in that world.
During the drive down North Road, Sally could think of only one thing.
She was obsessed with a single notion, which drove her wild.
She had to have MacIntyre's cock deep in her ass-hole.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sally could feel the tingling in her ass-hole reach the point where it was maddening.
She had trouble concentrating on her driving and she was glad that they were dealing exclusively with back road driving.
There weren't very many other cars on the road, so all she had to concentrate on was keeping the car on the road.
By that time that part of driving was second nature to Sally.
She was glad that she didn't have to drive in the city.
She surely would have had an accident if she had to deal with a lot of other cars.
The ache in her inner bowels completely dominated her thoughts.
MacIntyre rolled down his window and felt the warm breeze on his face.
He could tell that it was going to be the warmest day of the year.
There wasn't a cloud in the sky and the sunshine was brilliant.
Winters in East Rushdale were so long that springs were best known for their mud.
But now the summer sun had baked the clay dry, and all of the people could finally feel the chill of winter leaving their bones.
It was not late enough in the summer for the weather to be uncomfortably humid, and MacIntyre thought it was a perfect day to make love outdoors.
There was a part of him that thought that it was also a perfect day to play baseball, but that struck him as ridiculous considering how suddenly his priorities had changed.
Before that day he would have spent most of his time trying not to think about the yearning he felt in his glands.
But now it felt completely natural to kindle the ache in his balls as much as he could, since he knew that that ache was going to be appeased again and again by his beautiful big sister.
There had been times when he had been able to stop thinking about girls and their hot bodies all together.
If he exhausted himself adequately by swimming breast-stroke laps, he could kill the sensation in his glands.
He wondered for a moment if he would have the discipline to swim all of those laps if he were getting laid frequently.
He had known other swimmers who had gone right down the tubes the second they got their mitts on poontang.
On the East Rushdale High School swim team, this was an affliction that was known as being "pussy whupped."
Sally drove her Pinto a full seven miles out of town to where the land was hilly and covered with trees.
Everything was green except many of the elm trees that had succumbed to disease years before.
Sally came to a dirt road and turned down it. The dirt on the road was dry enough so that the green car kicked up a cloud of dust behind it.
Both MacIntyre and Sally had to roll up their windows to keep the dust from coming into the car.
It occurred to MacIntyre that he had no idea where they were going.
He was certain that they were going to a place he had never been before.
Since he didn't frequently have access to a car, his world was restricted to places that were very close to East Rushdale.
He occasionally went for rides out in the country on his bike, but he seldom went seven miles out of town.
The car went deep into a woods of pine trees, and at the end of the road was a little turn around in the middle of nowhere.
"Where are we?" MacIntyre asked as Sally brought the green Pinto to a halt at the end of the dirt road.
"We're not far from Caledonia. This is a place where I used to go with some of the boys when I was your age."
MacIntyre all of a sudden did not care for the idea of Sally's promiscuity.
But then he smiled inwardly as he realized that his life had just been touched by its first twinge of jealousy.
"Get the blanket and the paper bag," Sally said. "We have a little hike."
Sally grabbed the two six-packs of beer and they made there way down a weedy foot path that led even further into the woods.
MacIntyre could feel his cock getting hard once again in his jeans as he thought of making it with Sally out in the woods.
He didn't know at that point that she was going to offer her ass-hole to him.
If he had his balls would have ached even worse than they did.
Sally was wearing a tube halter top that was stretched to full capacity by the plentiful flesh of her bosom.
The halter top did nothing to hide the fact that her nipples were already hard and erect from sexual arousal.
She was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans that were so short the bottoms of her buttocks were exposed.
Her long legs looked delicious, and she was wearing a pair of beat up old sneakers.
Sally thought she looked sexier in heels, but she knew that they would have been impractical while making her way through the wilderness to her very special spot.
Then they came to a little clearing in the woods and MacIntyre could see that his sister had chosen the perfect spot.
He could hear the sound of running water as they came to a little valley, and he sighed as he saw the spot she had picked.
There was a small clearing in the woods where the grass was green and only about six inches long.
The grass was on a slope that led down to a bubbling brook that cut through the tiny valley.
The water rushed past quickly, white water, and there were flat rocks in the center of the brook so large that they were perfect for nude sun bathing.
Above there was a patch of bright blue sky visible, and right in the center of that patch was the midday sun.
"It's beautiful," MacIntyre said, looking all around with his eyes wide with awe.
He had never seen a place so remote from civilization.
There wasn't a single indication of man's . presence there.
There wasn't a telephone pole anywhere in sight as he stood right next to the bubbling white water.
There wasn't a rusty beer can, a used condom, nothing.
Together they spread out the blanket, each using one of their sneakers to hold down the four corners of it.
The breeze was light and seemed to tickle at the little hairs that grew on their arms.
The air smelled sweet and clean, as if it had just rained.
"Have a beer," Sally said, pulling a can off of the six-pack, and handing it to her baby brother.
She took one for herself and they both opened their cans with a snap at the same exact moment.
They both took deep pulls from the tops of their beers and neither had realized until that moment how thirsty they had been.
Since MacIntyre was only sixteen six beers was more than enough to give him a buzz and he was looking forward to losing all of his inhibitions as the afternoon cruised along in bliss.
Sally set her beer can down on the ground and pulled her halter top off over her head.
Her breasts quivered as they were bared and took a long time to be still.
Sometimes MacIntyre though Sally's breasts were made of especially firm gelatin.
She sat down on the blanket and pulled off her sneakers.
She then pulled off her short shorts and MacIntyre could see that Sally had not bothered to wear underwear.
She was naked in the sunshine and MacIntyre could feel his cock grow fully erect.
It was a matter of necessity to get out of his own clothes.
In a second they were both naked as the day they were born, and they were moving hesitantly toward the edge of the water hand in hand.
MacIntyre's cock was standing at attention, sticking slightly upward and stiff from his sea of brown pubic hair.
This made Sally's ass-hole tingle even more and the water was very cold as they both stepped into it together.
The water only came up to the middle of their calves, and they soon could feel their bodies adjusting to the icy temperature.
The combination of the cold water and the hot sun was a sensual experience that MacIntyre would not have wanted to miss.
Sally turned so that she was facing MacIntyre, her nipples gently grazing against his muscular chest.
"MacIntyre, I can feel my ass-hole tingling like crazy," Sally said.
This information took a few moments to sink in.
Then MacIntyre realized what it was his sister wanted him to do.
His cock snapped upward, and MacIntyre pressed forward with his hips.
Soon his cock was pressed between their abdomens, and he could feel her pubic patch caressing his aching balls.
"You want me to fuck you in the ass?"
MacIntyre asked, making sure that they were still communicating properly.
"My bowels ache to be stroked," Sally said. "They ache to be stroked by your awesome cock!"
MacIntyre heard himself sucking air deep into his lungs.
He thought about her sphincter wrapped around his cock.
The thought pleased him very much, and he wanted to get started right away.
He knew that Sally was not the sort of person to beat around the bush either.
"In what position would you like to do it?" MacIntyre asked, tilting his handsome head a little to one side.
Sally placed her hands on the sides of his waist and he held her by her slim shoulders.
He stooped a little and she got up on her toes.
She tilted her face upward as they held each other's loving gaze.
"Let me get on my hands and knees right here in the water," Sally said, her voice catching in her throat from the passion she was feeling.
They kissed with tongues and then Sally pulled herself away from MacIntyre's embrace so she would be able to get into position.
She got down on her hands and knees in the water, and shivered for a moment from the cold.
She moved her knees as far apart in the water as she could.
She adjusted her position so that her knees weren't on any rocks.
Then she bent at the elbows so she could lower her head.
This enabled her to arch her back sharply, showing off the natural curves of her delicious body.
MacIntyre knelt behind her and placed one hand on either of her buttocks.
He got down so low that his face was at ass level.
He caressed her ass cheeks gently with his fingertips.
His cock was bobbing up and down with anticipation.
He massaged the flesh of her ass lovingly and moved his head forward so he would be able to shower her ass cheeks with little peck kisses.
He sucked at the flesh near the crack and even used his teeth to give her a couple love bites were her flesh looked to be most sensitive.
He then gripped her ass cheeks and pulled them apart slowly.
He pulled them apart as far as they could possibly go.
He could see the ring of muscle around her ass-hole having contractions.
Again it looked as if she were sucking air with her ass-hole.
She knew that she would also use that sucking motion on his cock.
The thought turned his balls to molten fire, and he wished the water was a little higher so he could cool those glands off a little bit.
He dipped his balls into the water while kissing and licking at the backs of Sally's smooth thighs.
He could see that her cunt flesh was once again wet with natural lubrication, and it was obvious that both her inner and outer cunt lips were fully engorged with blood.
His balls cooled, he raised his head once again enough to place the tip of his tongue at the top of the crack of her ass.
She shivered as he flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth, moving ever closer to her burning ass-hole.
She shuddered and moaned as he got his tongue there.
He licked it with the flat part of his tongue and loved the way the ass-hole responded to those caresses.
MacIntyre licked at the whole length of the crack repeatedly, and Sally couldn't believe how badly she needed him inside her.
"Please fuck me," she said, and there was a yearning in her voice. "Please fuck my ass right now."
MacIntyre could feel his cock throb as he pulled his face out from in between the cheeks of Sally's ass.
His lips and chin were wet and he moved his hands so that once again he was holding her ass cheeks far apart.
He knelt up so that the tip of his cock was touching the top of the crack of her ass.
He moved his hips so that the tip of his erect prick slid down toward the tight little hole which was to be its target.
Sally gasped as she felt the tip of his cock touch her hot ass-hole.
She arched her back a little more sharply and the muscles in her thighs went taut.
She could feel the icy water rushing past her arms and knees.
She concentrated on relaxing the ring of muscle around her ass-hole as much as possible.
She had never taken a cock that big up her back door hole before.
Yet her ass-hole was on fire, and she didn't care how much it hurt when he tried to penetrate her there.
The second MacIntyre felt the head of his cock pressing snugly against her throbbing rectum he removed his hands from the cheeks of her ass.
They closed around the shaft of his cock and he ran his fingers rapidly up and down the little girl's spine, pressing on each of the little bumps in her backbone.
He then ran his hands on the underside of her body until he had one of her erect nipples in each of his palms.
He opened his long fingers as far as he could to hold as much of her breast flesh as possible.
He squeezed her tits, and ran his fingers through the firm yet supple flesh.
Sally moaned and once again she made a whimpering sound in the back of her throat.
Her ass-hole was going to be asked to be opened farther than it had ever been opened before.
The ache in her bowels demanded that the painful violation be complete.
The second MacIntyre had his cock in the proper position he began to press forward with his slim yet powerful hips.
He could feel her sphincter muscle throbbing against the end of his prick.
At that moment Sally's breasts appeared even larger than they did normally.
The force of gravity made them hang so that the nipples were almost touching the cold running water.
For a brief second Sally thought there was no way MacIntyre's cock was going to fit inside her ass-hole.
She figured that it was a simple matter of physics, and that they were trying to put a square peg in a round hole.
But then, as if by magic, she felt her sphincter muscle relax completely and begin to open up for him.
She knew that that muscle was going to have to stretch open as far as it could go for the penetration to be achieved.
She even knew there was a chance that the flesh would be stretched too far by the anal violation.
There was a chance that the flesh would be torn and bleeding before her baby brother was finished fucking her ass-hole.
"Oh, God, YES!" she screamed and threw back her head so that she was looking at the patch of bright blue sky above them.
MacIntyre could feel her ass-hole's resistance start to give out.
He responded by pressing even harder forward with his hips.
He lifted her breasts and pressed them together so that the cleavage between her tits was long and deep.
He could feel her hard erect nipples pressing and throbbing against the center of his open palms.
Then the ass-hole opened all the way and the head of his cock slipped inside.
He could feel the ring of ass muscle gripping tightly at the base of his glans.
Sally let out a scream of pain as her ass-hole was forced to grossly open.
"Oh, God, it hurts so bad," she screamed, her face red, her bow covered with beads of sweat.
"Do you want me to stop? Does it hurt too much?" MacIntyre said, his voice skipping occasionally because of the tenseness of his throat's muscles.
He was feeling very passionate and he was praying to God that she would let him continue his ass fucking.
"No! Don't stop! I don't care about the pain. I want your cock all the way up inside my ass-hole!" Sally called out.
MacIntyre sighed and continued to press forward. Her ass-hole was so tight that no matter how hard he tried to ram his cock all the way into her bowels he could only make it move inside a fraction of an inch at a time.
Once again the handsome boys face was pulled back into a grimace.
His face was red and his lips were pulled tight against his two rows of straight pearly-white teeth.
He almost looked like he was grinning, and his eyes closed tightly.
He could feel the tip of his cock working deeper into her bowels.
He felt as if he were going to impale her completely with his cock.
He wasn't going to stop pushing forward until he was all the way in.
He wanted to find her deepest, darkest core with the tip of his cock.
His prick was even bigger than any turd Sally had had to shit.
She couldn't believe how filled up her ass felt at that moment.
She felt as if there were no way any more cock meat would fit.
But she knew that there was at least four inches of thick prick left to enter.
Sally found that she was clutching at the bottom the bubbling brook hard with tensed fingers her knuckles were all white as ghosts as she clutched at the pebbles and mud at the bottom of the water beneath her.
She could feel her brother moving her tits sensuously.
He was working them both around in slow circles of joy.
First he would pull her tits apart, then he would press them together.
He would even push them upward so that
Sally was tempted to stick out her tongue and attempt to lick her own tits.
Sally could feel the ache inside her bowels growing in leaps and bounds.
She had never known her bowels to ache that much in her whole life.
She was sure that she was going to have some kind of orgasm when his cock reached a special spot deep inside her.
She suspected correctly that he was going to make her come in a way that she had never come before.
He was actually going to make her bowels have an orgasm.
Her clitoris and the depths of her vagina would only be secondarily involved.
She was going to have an ass-come, and she hadn't even known before that that such a thing existed.
He gave a sudden thrust and the tip of his cock touched the magic spot.
She let out a loud scream of joy and all of her muscles became taut.
Her mouth fell gaping open, her eyes closed tightly.
"I'M COMING!" she screamed out at the top of her lungs.
MacIntyre was really starting to understand his own power.
He knew fully at that point the power of the penis.
He knew that he could get anything he wanted out of life just because their was magic in his manhood.
He was filled with complete confidence, and he could feel her bowels going into the sharp convulsions that accompanied her orgasm.
He could feel the tunnel throbbing, gripping and pulling at the shaft of his cock.
He pressed forward again, until he was as far inside as he could go.
He could feel her sphincter muscle gripping at the very base of his cock.
The tip of his prick was so deep inside, that he could feel the tunnel moist with mucus. He loved the way it felt.
He couldn't believe how hot it was inside her hot cunt.
He knew that the tightness of her sphincter as it gripped at the base of his pole would help him delay his own orgasm.
He wanted to fuck his beautiful older sister in the ass for a very long time.
He wanted to give her all of the pleasure she deserved.
He wanted to be the best possible lover he could for beautiful Sally. He did not start his fucking motion right away.
Instead he ground forward with his hips, slowly, in a circular motion.
He could feel the shaft of his cock stretching her bowels in every possible way.
He wanted to get the tip of his cock in her as soon as possible
He waited until the spasms in her bowels died down a bit.
Then, after what seemed like a long time, he began to pull out.
He pulled his cock out very slowly, and Sally's bottom lip quivered.
The pain was so intense at times that tears welled up in her eyes.
But the pleasures she was feeling made all of the pain more than worthwhile.
She blinked a couple of times and her tears began overflow.
They rolled slowly over her high cheekbones staining a track as they went.
They rolled down the sides of her tiny button nose into the corners of her mouth.
Her tears tasted salty and a little bitter, and she began to toss her head from side to side.
MacIntyre pulled his cock out of her ass until only the head remained inside the tight puckered hole.
Once again the handsome sixteen year old boy could feel her sphincter clutching at the ring of scar tissue at the base of his glans.
He paused for a moment and then shoved the whole thing all the way inside with a single thrust of his hips.
Sally let out a grunt, that had a cry of pain at the end.
She acted as if all of the air had been forced from her lungs.
"FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK MY ASS HARDER!" Sally screamed out.
Her voice sounded very high-pitched from the excitement she was feeling.
This made her sound even younger than she really was.
At that moment she sounded more like MacIntyre's younger sister than his older sister.
He clutched her breasts harder and began to move his cock in and out of her tight puckered hole with a slow steady motion.
He used the entire length of his cock with each stroke.
For a moment her ass would be empty, then, in an instant, it would be completely filled up.
Sally could feel the burning desire growing inside her pussy as her brother humped away at her ass-hole.
MacIntyre removed the palms of his hands from her breasts at that point and concentrated his attention solely on her huge nipples.
He got each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and rolled them hard as he pinched sharply at them.
He tugged and squeezed at her nipples, sending signals of pleasure directly down her spine into her cunt and ass.
MacIntyre felt as if he were totally in control of his body for the first time in his short sexual career.
He could tell that he would be able to fuck her ass-hole for a long time before he would have to worry about ending the act with his own orgasm.
He balls ached horribly, but he found that he could remove the tickle that led to coming solely through thought control.
Sally would no longer have to press on the magic spot in between his balls and his ass-hole to stop him from coming.
He could achieve the same results simply by concentrating on the pleasure he was giving rather than on the pleasure he was receiving.
The pace of the ass fuck slowly increased as he went along.
Sally could feel her sphincter being pulled far out then pushed back in by the steady movement of MacIntyre's cock.
For a while he pulled his cock out of her bowels slowly, paused, then rammed it inside as hard and fast as he could.
He was ramming his prick up her ass so hard that he was letting out a sharp grunt with each savage thrust.
"Oh, yes! Make me come again, MacIntyre," Sally said, and there was a choking in her throat that told the handsome boy that once again his sister was crying from the pleasures of his violation.
He picked up the pace of the ass fuck suddenly at that point and soon he. was jerking her as hard and fast as he could.
But he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep up that pace for very long.
As the stimulation to the shaft of his cock was rapidly increased, the effect of his thought control wore off.
He could feel her talented hot bowels pulling and sucking at his cock each time he tried to draw back with his hips.
As he fucked his buttocks were very tense and the flesh of his ass cheeks was as hard as a rock.
He had his ass cheeks clenched together so tightly that they could not have been pried apart by a crowbar.
But he could feel the come in his scrotum starting to swim around as if it needed to be released very badly.
He felt the tickle at the base of his cock, and he knew that he had reached the point of orgasmic inevitability.
He knew there was no way he could knock back his urge to come with his thoughts, no matter how hard he tried.
"I'm gonna come, sis," he said, spitting out the words in between gasps to fill his lungs with air.
He took his fingers off of her nipples at that point and ran the palms of his hands down over her rib cage.
She felt his strong fingers running over the soft plain of her belly, and she knew where his fingers were headed.
His hips were working back and forth at a furious pace, and MacIntyre was reaching directly around her thigh.
He could feel the top of her heart-shaped pubic patch on his fingertips.
It wasn't hard for him to find the soaking wet slash of cunt meat directly below that neatly trimmed patch of hair.
Sally let out a sound that was half grunt and half cough as his finger found her throbbing clitoris.
He diddled her love button hard and fast with his fingertip as he shoved his thick long cock all the way into her ass and left it there.
"COME!" COME! COME!" Sally screamed out, still flinging her head wildly from side to side so that her long brown hair was all in her face.
MacIntyre couldn't tell if she were talking about his orgasm or hers, but he continued to press hard against her little man in the boat with the tip of his strong forefinger nonetheless.
She let out a harsh scream that worked its way ragged through her tensed throat and echoed through the tall trees that surrounded the fucking couple of siblings.
He could feel his own come gathering at the base of his cock rapidly, preparing for the explosion of bliss.
All of the muscles in his body went tense also, and with the hand that wasn't in her cunt he gripped at Sally's slim waist just below her rib cage.
He let out his own animalistic cry as she contracted her ass muscles.
She was having two kinds of orgasms at the same time.
Not only were her bowels reacting violently to the presence of his cock, but her clit was making her cunt have tremendous contractions of pleasure.
Sweet fruit juice poured from the base of Sally's pussy.
It rolled thickly down the insides of her sweet thighs.
Then it fell down into the water and was carried away by the forceful current.
He shot his come deep up inside her ass-hole and for a long moment they were both coming at the same time.
Once again they felt as if they had merged into a single sexual being.
Once again they felt as if they were sharing a common pleasure.
But then it was over and their muscles went limp at the same time.
Sally moaned pitifully with her lips very close to the running water.
MacIntyre pulled his dwindling cock out of her ass-hole very slowly.
Sally could feel her intense afterglow in both her cunt and her ass.
MacIntyre looked down at his cock and he could see that there was a thick ring of blood around the base of it.
It was only then that he realized just how much he had hurt his sister.
He had not only hurt her, but he had made her love it.
This only increased the feeling of power he felt in his long thick cock.
Sally rolled over on her back and stretched out in the water.
Only her nose, her nipples and her toes stuck out of the white water.
MacIntyre stayed on his knees and caressed Sally's breasts and belly with the palms of his hands.
They had both forgotten, in their moment of passion, how cold the water was.
The icy water made their skin feel alive. They were refreshed and felt brand new.
He too could feel the heat of his afterglow in his balls.
His abdomen felt as if it housed a low flame, and he felt as if he were seriously falling in love with his sister.
He knew that sooner of later they would have to stop fucking.
The pressures of breaking a taboo would become too much for them.
But he hoped that they wouldn't have to worry about such things for a long time.
They certainly wouldn't have to worry about them until their parents came home.
Sally looked at the ring of blood around the base of MacIntyre's cock.
She licked her lips, and her eyes lit up as an idea occurred to her.
"Come straddle my head," she said. "I want to lick your cock clean."
MacIntyre looked down at his flaccid cock once again and he could see that he had accumulated a thick cheesy substance on the tip.
It was the scum from her ass-hole. Sally saw it too, but she still wanted to lick his prick clean with her hot tongue.
MacIntyre walked on his knees until his cock and balls were directly above Sally's beautiful face.
She lifted the back of her head and took his cock in between her thumb and forefinger.
She offered her tongue and used the tip to lick away the blood and scum that had gathered there.
She loved the flavor and she licked at the shaft of his manhood until all of the delicious flavor was gone.
It was at that point that MacIntyre realized that his bladder was full.
He felt as if the single beer he had drunk had gone right through him.
"I have to take a piss," he said and placed his hands on the bottom of the bubbling brook to get up.
"Don't go," Sally said, her eyes looking into his yearningly.
"But I have to," MacIntyre said, turning his face into a frown.
He tilted his head a little to one side in an attempt to understand her meaning.
He looked for her face to show signs of humor, but there were none.
"Piss right here," Sally said. "Piss right in my mouth."
"But won't that make you sick?" MacIntyre said, his deep voice indicating concern.
"Nothing that comes out of your body could make me sick. Even your urine will seem like honey to me!"
So MacIntyre reached down and took the shaft of his cock in his hand.
He aimed the tip at his sister's face and opened the flood gates.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sally opened her mouth as wide as she could, saying, "Ahhh," as if she were seated in the dentist's chair.
MacIntyre began to piss and at first his aim was off so that the yellow steamy urine hit her right on the tip of the nose.
He could tell how thirsty she was to drink his urine by the way her tongue shot out of her mouth in frustration.
For a second she looked just like she did when she was little, trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue.
MacIntyre readjusted his aim, but overcompensated and pissed for a moment on his big sister's chin.
Then he lifted the tip of his cock a fraction of an inch and the steady stream of piss went directly into her mouth.
He could see that her throat muscles were working frantically to swallow the piss down as fast as it entered her mouth.
He couldn't help but wonder how Sally could do that without gagging.
He thought about what it would be like if she pissed in his mouth.
Then he understood. He envisioned her urine coming from the little hole in the very center of her cunt.
The thought turned him on a great deal, and he hoped he would get an opportunity to try it before the day was through.
There was plenty of beer left so he had no doubts that it wouldn't be long before Sally's bladder too was full.
After MacIntyre finished pissing Sally sat up in the water and wrapped her lips tightly around the head of MacIntyre's cock.
He could feel that there were a few drops of piss still caught up inside his cock.
Even when pissing normally this happened to the handsome boy.
It seemed like no matter how hard he tried to shake out all of his piss, the last few drops inevitable ended up in his underwear. Their passion appeased for the moment, the water began to feel very chilly, and they moved hand in hand to one of the big flat rocks in the center of the white water bubbling brook.
They sprawled themselves naked onto the rock and allowed the hot sun to bake their skin dry.
'MacIntyre," Sally said sleepily. "Would you get me a beer?"
"Sure thing, sis," MacIntyre said and splashed his way to the side of the stream.
He got a beer for himself, and sat on the edge of the flat rock with his toes dangling in the running water.
"Be sure to tell me when you have to take a piss," MacIntyre said, trying to sound nonchalant.
In reality the thought of drinking her piss still seemed very exciting to him.
There was a part of it that grossed him out, and it almost seemed like morbid curiosity that was driving him.
"You wanna get into my golden showers?" Sally asked, a touch of naughtiness making her voice sound very cute.
"Uh huh," MacIntyre said, and he could feel his face getting hot.
He knew that he was blushing visibly and this knowledge made him blush all the more.
Sally ran her fingers through MacIntyre's hair, and then tipped her beer and opened her throat.
MacIntyre had never seen a girl drink a whole beer so quickly.
She poured the whole thing down it what appeared to be three swallows.
She pulled the empty can away from her lips and let out a most unlady-like belch.
In a few seconds she could feel the pressure in her bladder.
"Get on your back," she said, her bright blue eyes dancing playfully.
MacIntyre could not hide the fact that he felt a little nervous.
He had gone from being a virgin, to acquiring a taste for kinky sex, all in a matter of hours.
He sprawled on his back and he found it difficult to blink as Sally moved so that she was straddling his head. He opened his mouth wide and looked up into Sally's cunt.
He could see that her cunt flesh was still swollen from a full day of sex.
Her pussy was still wet, and he gasped as she reached down to pull her cunt lips very far apart with her fingertips.
He stared at the little hole in the center of her pussy where he knew her sweet urine would emerge.
Sally thought about pissing for a moment, and then allowed the flow to begin.
The second the stuff struck MacIntyre on the tongue, he had a tremendous urge to gag and spit it back out.
But he resisted the urge, and in a second he realized that it didn't taste nearly as bad as he thought it was going to.
She emptied her bladder into his throat and MacIntyre swallowed it all down, loving every second of it.
The two of them spent the rest of the afternoon drinking the beer, eating the sandwiches and getting a terrible sunburn.
For the first time in MacIntyre's life, he sunburned the cheeks of his ass and he could tell that sitting was going to be a royal pain for a couple of days.
But in spite of the burn he at no time had an urge to put his clothes back on.
He was much too joyous about the privilege of nudity with his sister.
It made him feel free and grown up to be naked all day, without any concern over modesty.
They were both exhausted by the time they got back into the car and headed back into the sleepy village of East Rushdale.
They stopped and got something to eat, and then made their way to their house.
Once inside they felt very sleepy from the sun, the beer, and the sex.
They went up to Sally's room and crawled into bed together.
They curled up into each other's arms, and slept straight through to the next morning.
Their sleep was filled with pleasant dreams, dreams almost as nice as the reality of their suddenly altered existence.
It was Sunday morning and Sally had a lot of things on her mind.
Something had been troubling the pretty girl, and she didn't quite know how to deal with the problem.
She was starting to think that she liked women sexually just as much as she liked men.
Sure, there was nothing in the world as nice as being fucked by a hard cock.
But then again there was the sensuality and understanding of being caressed by another woman.
Only another woman could truly understand the wants and needs she had.
Sally figured that she would never find another male lover as good as MacIntyre. r
Now she wanted to find a female lover who could supplement her pleasure.
And she wanted to arrange it so that she could have both MacIntyre and a woman in bed at the same time.
Sally's thoughts were specific rather than general.
She was thinking about her very best friend, Michele LaPree.
Michele was also home on vacation after her Freshman year of college.
Sally and Michele had been friends for a very long time, and Sally figured that even if she was rejected sexually, they were close enough so that she wouldn't have to lose very much face.
Sally was used to getting whatever she wanted when it came to sex.
She wasn't used to the nervousness she felt when she thought of propositioning her friend Michele.
She knew that Michele had a very healthy attitude about sex.
Her friend was not all hung up on the fucked up rules of society.
So she waited until MacIntyre was in the john taking his morning crap and made a quick phone call.
"Hello," came a sleepy voice on the other end of the line.
"Hi, Michele, did I wake you up?" Sally asked, a not of concern in her voice.
"Sure, but I had to get up anyway. What's up?" Michele asked, struggling to make her voice work properly even though she was still half asleep.
Michele had a calm voice that sent chills up and down Sally's spine.
That voice made the little hairs on the back of Sally's neck stand on end.
'I have something very important to tell you, Michele," Sally said, her voice becoming solemn and serious. "Can you talk?"
"Sure, I'm alone in my room," Michele said, and Sally could tell by the sound of her voice that she had picked up on the intensity of the matter.
"I'm having an affair with MacIntyre," Sally said quickly.
She was afraid that she would chicken out if she hesitated too long so she just blurted out the words.
"Yes! My brother. It's actually very nice," Sally said.
She knew that she didn't have to worry about Michele's ability to keep a secret.
If there was anyone she could discuss her new incestuous relationship with, it was her best girlfriend.
"Wow, blow me away," Michele said. It was obvious from the tone of her voice that she was quite impressed with the news.
"I think I'm going into a new phase in my life," Sally said.
"Is this the phase where you break every taboo in the book?"
Sally couldn't help but laugh. It did seem like she were going out of her way to break all of society's rules.
"I guess so," Sally said, and her small laugh had a touch of nervousness in it.
"It sounds like your life is going okay," Michele said.
"It's going very nicely. He's actually quite a hunk."
"That's right. Your folks are out of the house, aren't they?"
"Uh huh. I guess that this was inevitable. While the cats away the mice will play."
"You got dibs on MacIntyre?"
"What do you mean?"
"I haven't had a stiff cock in me since school let out. I'm hornier than a pepper sprout these days. I just can't get my courage up to start ravaging through all of the single guys in town looking for one worth fucking."
"Would you like to make it with MacIntyre?"
"Have you discussed the matter with him?"
Michele asked.
"I don't think that that will be a problem. He's a guy, you know."
"You mean that he is amoral and will fuck anything with tits."
"Something like that. But that's not the only reason I called."
"Oh, you need my services for something else, Sally?"
There was something in Michele's voice that told Sally she already understood the real reason of Sally's call.
In spite of this Sally could feel her heart start to pound inside her chest.
She found it difficult to breathe and her stomach felt as if it were filled with six-legged creatures.
"I was thinking maybe we could both get in bed with MacIntyre together," Sally said abruptly.
Once again she blurted out the word, spitting them out like so many watermelon seeds, before she had a chance to chicken out.
"Did MacIntyre put you up to this, Sally," Michele asked, and Sally could tell that her friend was amused and intrigued at the idea.
"He doesn't even know about it yet," Sally said, encouraged by her friend's reaction to the proposition.
"Then this is all your idea. You want me,"
Michele said.
Now there was no longer any sign of sleep in Michele's voice.
"I do. I want to have both of you at the same time. Doesn't that seem strange after all these years. I guess when I started making it with my brother, the idea of making it with my best friend didn't seem so intimidating anymore."
"Well, Sally, it's okay with me. In fact it sounds like fun. Give me a chance to get cleaned up and pump a few cups of coffee into my system and I will be right over.'
"Oh good. I'm so glad. When you come over don't let on that we are all going to go to bed together right away. I want to surprise MacIntyre."
Michele giggled. The two girls exchanged good byes, and as Sally hung up she could hear MacIntyre emerging from the bathroom.
"Wow, don't go in the John for a few minutes," MacIntyre said with a silly grin on his face, "it smells like someone just died in there."
"Michele is coming over," Sally said nonchalantly to her brother.
MacIntyre stood naked in the hallway outside his sister's room.
"Does that mean that I have to put my clothes on?" MacIntyre said.
"Yes. What do you think of Michele?" Sally asked, tilting her head a little to one side so that her hair spilled down over one shoulder.
"I always thought she was a fox. I had trouble talking to her because she was so beautiful. She made me feel very shy."
"I hope that you won't be so shy around girls anymore, MacIntyre. Now that I've shown you what a good lover you are you really don't have any reason to feel insecure, do you, you big hunk of beefcake, you."
"I guess not," MacIntyre said proudly. "I guess I've gained a lot of confidence in the last twenty-four hours."
"Good," Sally said, and she couldn't hide her naughty expression which betrayed her devious plans.
"Sally, you aren't trying to fix me up with your friend are you?"
"Nonsense. Would I do that?" Sally said, but she was not a convincing liar.
MacIntyre smiled knowingly and he could feel the blood pumping down his body into his cock. Even Sally could see his cock start to throb and grow.
"Now get dressed," Sally said sternly, sounding very much like an older sister. "Michele is going to be here in a few minutes, and you have to look respectable."
MacIntyre frowned and moved into his own bedroom to throw on a pair of jeans.
He had no intention of wearing shoes or a shirt. He was in the frame of mind where he wanted to spend the rest of his life wearing as little as possible.
He couldn't be sure if he had interpreted his sister correctly.
At first he thought that she wanted him to fuck Michele, but now he wasn't so sure.
He had no idea that he was expected to get in bed with both of them at the same time.
The idea of fucking Michele LaPree appealed to MacIntyre a great deal.
He remembered her when she went to East Rushdale High.
He knew that she was one of those girls who had a reputation for having round heels.
He had heard that she was free with her body, and enjoyed a good fuck as much as any guy he knew.
MacIntyre threw on a pair of jeans and sprawled on his back in the center of his bed.
He placed two pillows on top of each other and rested the back of his head on the top one.
The brand new Rolling Stones record was blasting out of his stereo.
He envisioned Michele, and he could feel his cock getting hard and stiff.
The ache returned to his balls full-force as he thought of Michele.
She sure was a fox. She was thin, a little tall, with a beautiful, somewhat exotic face.
She had big brown eyes that were almond-shaped and haunting, as if they could look right through objects.
Her nose was long and thin, and a little pointy at the tip, yet her lips had the fullness of sensuality.
MacIntyre knew that Michele's cunt would be hot and tight.
CHAPTER NINE
MacIntyre tried not to act too quickly when he heard the front doorbell.
He sat up in bed and swung his long legs over he edge.
He placed his bare feet on the little rug next to his bed and stood.
He walked out into the hallway and stood at the top of the stairs.
Sally was already downstairs answering to door for her friend.
As Michele LaPree entered the living room MacIntyre couldn't help but gasp.
A year had done wonders for the girl, and she looked a lot better than MacIntyre remembered her looking.
Her pitch black hair had grown very long and spilled over her shoulders and down the center of her back.
Her breasts were the size of apples, smaller than Sally's.
But they rested firm and high on her chest, and MacIntyre thought they were beautiful.
He could see her nipples through the black tee-shirt she was wearing.
She was wearing a pair of gym shorts, and MacIntyre could see that already she was tanned. She had an olive complexion and did not have to worry about sunburn during initial ray-catching sessions.
Her hips were round and her legs were long and shapely.
She was wearing a pair of open-toes high heels that showed off the curve of her slim, lovely ankles.
He watched as Sally walked up to Michele and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek.
The two girls looked into each others' eyes for a long time.
They could both feel their friendship turning into lust.
It's funny how young lovers start as friends, Sally thought.
Then both girls turned and looked at the top of the stairs.
"Hi, MacIntyre," Michele said cheerfully, and MacIntyre smiled.
He still felt a little nervous, but his palms did not immediately become drenched with sweat as they would have before Sally showed him what a good lover he was.
"MacIntyre walked slowly down the stairs, keeping one hand on the railing.
He didn't want to seem childish and immature by taking the stairs three at a time as he often did.
Hi, Michele,'. he said, a comfortable smile on his face. "You sure look good. It looks like you've been out in the sun."
"Thank you for noticing," Michele said to MacIntyre, her eyes twinkling.
Michele thought that MacIntyre was quite a hunk, and she could see the bulge in his jeans that betrayed his sexual arousal.
Then the two girls looked at one another once again.
"Should we get him now?" Michele asked, turning up one corner of her mouth.
"Why not?" Sally said, "I've never been the sort person who believed in wasting any time."
They both turned toward MacIntyre and began to approach him.
"Hey, what's going on here?" MacIntyre said ith a nervous laugh.
"We're going to give you more pussy than you can handle," Sally said.
"You mean-" MacIntyre said, but the words caught in his throat.
'How would you like to make it with both of us at the same time?" Michele asked.
Michele threw back her head sending her hair flying through the air for a moment.
She wrapped a slim arm around the boys shoulders and stood so close MacIntyre could feel the heat from his body.
He didn't have to answer the question. It was obvious that he liked the idea of making it with both of them at the same time very much.
"Let's get naked," Sally said enthusiastically.
Michele kissed MacIntyre gently on the cheek, and MacIntyre felt his knees shake a little bit.
He felt like his erect cock was going to tear out the crotch of his tight jeans at that moment.
Michele then began to nibble at his earlobe, and she stuck the tip of her tongue right in his ear.
This made his body become covered with goose bumps, and he felt a shiver run up and down his spine.
In a second Sally was all out of her clothes and her tits were bobbing up and down in front of her with each movement.
Michele stopped kissing MacIntyre's ear at that point.
She stepped back two steps so that she too could undress.
MacIntyre wasn't wearing very much anyway. He just had to take off his jeans.
Michele looked at Sally's big tits and felt her own nipples grow hard.
Then she looked at MacIntyre's huge cock, and she could feel herself getting wet.
Michele had a thick patch of black pubic hair that went well up onto her abdomen.
The hair covered the sides of her vulva and spread out onto the insides of her thighs.
There was even a great deal of hair in between the cheeks of her ass.
Her breasts looked to MacIntyre to be perfect handfuls.
They were well shaped and he could see that the nipples were already erect.
They decided that they were all going to get it on right there on the rug.
MacIntyre sprawled on his back in front of the couch.
The two girls knelt on either side of him and began to each lick one of his nipples.
Sally had trouble paying exclusive attention to MacIntyre.
Part of her mind always wanted to touch the girl on the other side of her brother.
Michele allowed a single finger to stroke up and down the thick shaft of MacIntyre's erect cock.
She did not have very long fingernails like Sally.
Her nails were filed short, and she wore no polish on them.
Her fingers were long and thin. Her hands looked like they were made specially to play the piano.
There was a hesitance and a fragileness to Michele's movements that drove both Sally and MacIntyre wild with passion.
MacIntyre figured that he must have died and gone to heaven.
Sally reached across MacIntyre's body and placed her hand on Michele's cheek. . Once again the two pretty girls exchanged romantic gazes.
They both leaned across at the same time and MacIntyre watched as they kissed on the lips with their mouths open.
MacIntyre could tell by the way their cheeks were hollowed, that they were rolling their tongues together blissfully.
His cock throbbed as he watched the two girls passionately kissing.
He reached up with both hands and stroked both Sally's and Michele's breasts.
He rolled his fingertips over both of their nipples at the same time.
Their kiss lasted for a long time and when it was over they giggled and lowered their heads so they could both go down on MacIntyre's cock at the same time.
Michele stuck out her tongue and placed the tip of it at the base of MacIntyre's humongous prick.
At the same time Sally got on her belly. MacIntyre opened his legs.
Sally moved so that her head was very close to the floor.
Her head was between MacIntyre's parted thighs and he could feel her hot breath on the short and curly hairs that grew directly out of the wrinkled sack that held his balls.
She stuck out her tongue and began to lick happily at MacIntyre's scrotum.
At the same time Michele ran the tip of her tongue up the shaft of MacIntyre's cock.
Michele's tongue moved quickly, and soon she was lifting his cock up off his belly.
She rolled her tongue over the fully engorged purple glans.
MacIntyre could not believe how good it felt to have two hot tongues on his private parts at the same time.
Sally got her lips on the base of his balls and searched around so that she could gently suck on one of his testicles.
At the same time Michele played with his piss hole with the tip of her tongue.
Then Michele opened her mouth as far as she could and took the whole glans of his prick into her mouth and sucked.
She sucked on the head of his cock and rolled her tongue over it thickly at the same time.
MacIntyre could tell that they wouldn't have to do that for very long before he would shoot a load of fuck cream.
He was so excited that he could already feel the tickle of orgasmic inevitability at the base of his cock.
Sally sucked on each of his testicles gently and worked her forefinger in between the small cheeks of his ass.
MacIntyre could feel his sister's finger become very curious.
He could feel her carefully prying open his supple ass cheeks.
In a matter of seconds her finger was on his ass-hole.
She slowly ran the tip of her finger around his sphincter.
MacIntyre's ass-hole was burning with desire at that moment.
His bowels ached and he wanted her to stick her finger up inside.
She got her fingertip inside and began the penetration.
MacIntyre was breathing very hard as he felt his ass-hole open.
His muscles went taut as he felt his balls getting sucked, his cock getting sucked, and his ass-hole getting penetrated all at the same time.
The sexual tension he was feeling at that moment was incredible.
He placed the palms of his hands flat on the rug at his sides.
He placed his feet flat also and pressed downward with both his feet and hands.
He lifted his ass cheeks up off the rug and arched his back.
His face began to contort from the divine pleasure he was experiencing.
Sally worked her finger all the way up inside his ass-hole.
She wiggled it around for a moment and then began to work it in and out.
At the same time Michele was concentrating on relaxing the muscles in her throat.
MacIntyre could feel her lips sliding downward on the shaft of his cock.
He knew that she wouldn't stop until his whole prick was inside her throat.
He could feel the tip of his cock entering her throat slowly.
In a matter of seconds Michele's lips were wrapped around the base of his prick.
With her free hand, Sally began to massage the inside of Michele's thighs.
Sally finger fucked MacIntyre's ass-hole as hard as she could.
At the same time she touched Michele's cunt gently, and was thrilled to feel how wet and swollen she was down there.
All three were moaning and groaning, and Michele used her left hand to rub up and down Sally's back.
Michele's hand found Sally's buttocks and began to knead the flesh with firm fingers.
Then MacIntyre let out his scream of ecstasy and Michele knew he was about to come in her mouth.
Michele could feel his cock go into convulsions inside her throat.
She heard his animalistic scream and prepared herself for a hot meal.
Massive squirts of hot semen shot from the tip of MacIntyre's prick.
Michele sucked him until his orgasm was completely over.
At that point MacIntyre relaxed and lowered his hips back down to the rug.
Sally pulled her finger slowly out of MacIntyre's ass-hole, and stopped sucking at his huge scrotum.
She looked at her finger, and then held it under her nose.
She loved the smell, and popped the finger' on her mouth.
She sucked her finger clean as MacIntyre caught his breath.
Then she kissed Michele on the lips, and Sally felt her cunt juices overflow.
CHAPTER TEN
MacIntyre was still for a long time, content to watch.
Sally stretched out on her back and Michele was at her side.
He wondered if the two of them had done this sort of thing before.
They certainly seemed to be enthusiastic about each other.
He suspected that this was just as new for them as it was for him.
MacIntyre figured he had to be the luckiest guy on earth.
He had the two most beautiful women in East Rushdale all to himself.
He watched as Michele found Sally's nipples with her mouth.
She licked and sucked at each nipple for a very long time.
Then she kissed her way down the flat plain of Sally's belly.
In a matter of seconds the black-haired girl was licking at the insides of Sally's thighs.
"My cunt," Sally said breathlessly. "Lick my cunt."
Michele inhaled deeply to fill her sinuses with the scent of Sally's womanhood.
Then she stuck out her tongue as far as she could.
With gentle fingers she pulled Sally's inner cunt lips apart.
Michele placed her tongue between those lips and began to flick it.
She licked lightly and rapidly with the tip of her swollen tongue.
She worked her tongue a little deeper inside Sally's cunt with each lick .
It wasn't long before Sally was on the edge of a crushing orgasm.
"MAKE ME COME! MAKE ME COME!"
Sally called out, and Michele responded.
Michele had never had the opportunity to eat out a cunt before.
But she knew a little about it from having her own cunt eaten.
She figured she would do for Sally just what she liked the men to do to her.
The plan worked perfectly and Sally jerked her hips upward.
Michele placed the tip of her tongue right on Sally's swollen clit.
The clit quivered when it was touched, and Michele dabbed at it repeatedly.
Sally moved her hands to the back of Michele's head and held on to her firmly.
Sally had her legs spread as far apart as they could go.
Her knees were slightly raised and her toes were tightly curled under.
MacIntyre caught his breath and decided to get in on the action.
He got up on his hands and knees and began to kiss Michele's buttocks.
Michele moved so that she was up on her knees with her back arched.
She placed her knees as far apart as she could on the rug.
MacIntyre got on his back with his head between Michele's parted knees.
He looked up at that hairy cunt and his mouth began to water.
He had to concentrate on swallowing frequently so he would not drool.
He then lifted his head and began to bite gently at Michele's thighs.
At the same time Michele placed the tip of her tongue on Sally's clit and left it there.
She began to work that little love button around with a slow circular motion.
Then Michele began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth across Sally's clit.
That was all it took to tip Sally Symms over the edge into ecstasy.
Sally sat up on the rug with her face red and contorted.
Her orgasmic shriek made MacIntyre's cock start to grow.
He lifted his head a little more and began to lick at the outer cunt lips between Michele's parted thighs.
He was pleased when he felt the muscles in Michele's thighs become taut with severe sexual arousal.
He could see that Michele LaPree had an exceptionally big clit.
At least he could tell that it was a lot bigger than Sally's He wasn't what one would call an expert when it came to clitoris size.
He licked at the outer edges of Michele's inner cunt lips He worked his tongue ever-closer to that big love button.
Sally's orgasm was over, and Michele rested her cheek on Sally's belly.
Sally ran her fingers through Michele's long black hair lovingly.
Michele's moans of pleasure were getting louder and louder.
Sally got out from under Michele's head and moved so that she was straddling MacIntyre's hips
She leaned forward and pulled Michele's ass cheeks far apart.
From her viewpoint she could see MacIntyre's tongue licking ever-closer to Michele's erect clitoris.
She looked at Michele's ass-hole, which was throbbing so hard that it resembled the mouth of a goldfish.
Sally leaned forward a little more and she could feel MacIntyre's cock getting hard and touching her on the inside of her thigh.
Sally placed the tip of her tongue on the top of Sally's ass crack.
Still holding the buttocks apart she moved her tongue down to the nether eye.
Michele could feel her cunt and her ass-hole being licked at the same time.
It was the most delicious sensation the pretty black-haired girl had ever experienced.
Sally ran the tip of her tongue all around
Michele's sphincter muscle.
Then she began to lick across the ass-hole with the flat part of her tongue.
With a single finger, MacIntyre drew back the flesh sheath above Michele's cut.
He then wrapped his lips around that huge clitoris, and sucked gently.
At that same moment, Sally made her tongue hard, and pointy at the tip.
She began to push her tongue up inside Michele's ass-hole.
MacIntyre flicked his tongue across Michele's clit as he sucked.
Michele let out a scream that made her sound as if she were in horrible pain.
Her body began to buck around, and both MacIntyre and Sally had to use both of their arms to keep her lower torso still.
Michele had the greatest orgasm of her life. It was so good that there was a point when she thought it was never going to stop.
But of course, it did end and both Sally and MacIntyre pulled their faces out from between her parted thighs.
Sally couldn't believe how much her cunt was aching at that moment.
With MacIntyre's cock hard and stiff between her thighs, she simply wrapped her fingers around it as far as she could and lifted it so that the tip was in between the parted inner lips of her cunt.
She touched her own clit with the tip of MacIntyre's cock and then got in position for complete penetration.
Sally poised herself with the tip of MacIntyre's cock at the mouth of her drooling love tunnel.
She then slammed down with her hips so that all ten inches sunk in to her inner cunt all at the same time.
The penetration was so brutal that Sally immediately had a sharp orgasm that made her lips quiver and curl.
She worked her nose up and down like a bunny's and closed her eyes as tightly as she possibly could.
She worked her cunt up and down on his cock a couple of times and then got off of it, with a sigh.
"MacIntyre, would you like to fuck both of us at the same time?" Sally asked, giving her handsome brother a naughty wink.
MacIntyre did not say anything but simply nodded with a silly grin crossing his face.
Michele and Sally both moved so that they were on their hands and knees.
They arched their backs and tilted their asses so that their cunts were at the appropriate angle for doggie style fucking.
MacIntyre got on his knees behind them and looked down at his cock.
His prick was already wet and shiny from his sister's cunt juice.
He decided to start with Michele. She was whimpering, and he could tell that her cunt needed a hard thick cock very badly.
With his right hand he worked three fingers up inside his sister's pussy, and moved so that he was kneeling behind Michele.
He got the tip of his cock up against Michele's cunt and he heard her moan deeply in anticipation.
It occurred to MacIntyre that Michele had probably never been fucked by a cock that was as big as his.
He began to press forward with his hips and he could feel her cunt lips opening further than they had ever been asked to open before.
Michele's cheekbone was pressed against the rug and she began to make funny sounds deep in her throat that sounded like, "ACK! ACK! ACK!"
As MacIntyre began to work his three fingers slowly in and out of his sister's hot cunt, he pushed forward very slowly with his hips, feeling Michele's super-tight cunt stretching and opening for his relentless prick.
It took a long time but he managed to get his cock all the way up inside Michele's cunt.
Michele could feel the tip of his prick touching her where she had never been touched before.
She could feel the sexual tension in her pussy growing in leaps and bounds.
Within thirty seconds Michele was bursting into a deep vaginal orgasm.
The second her orgasm was over MacIntyre pulled his cock out.
He looked down at his prick to see if he had drawn any blood.
But the only thing on the shaft of his pole were the combined juices from Sally's and Michele's cunts.
He moved so that he was kneeling behind his sister, and pulled his wet fingers out of her cunt.
This time he wasn't going to fuck his sister's cunt.
He was going to take her up the ass with all ten inches.
He heard her moan as she realized which hole he was going to penetrate.
MacIntyre opened Michele's ass cheeks and pressed the tip of his forefinger against her ass-hole.
He pushed the finger all the way up inside her ass and began to wiggle it around.
At the same time he moved so that the head of his cock was pressed against Sally's hot anus. Her moans of anticipation got louder each time she exhaled, which was frequently because she was panting like a wild animal.
He felt her sphincter open for him. He fingered Michele's ass-hole with one hand, and found his sister's clit with the other.
He pressed forward with his hips, using a slow, steady pressure, and soon had all ten inches up inside Sally's ass-hole, just like he had the previous day in the middle of the cold bubbling brook. ;
He fingered Sally's clit hard and fast as he began to slowly fuck her ass-hole.
It took him only ten strokes, using all ten inches with each stroke, before his sister let out a scream that betrayed the fact that once again she was having two different kinds of orgasm at the same time.
He then pulled his still hard cock out of her ass-hole.
He looked down and again saw that there was no blood on his cock.
He moved until he was kneeling behind the thin black-haired girl.
He placed the tip of his cock on her ass-hole and she shuddered.
"I've never been fucked in the ass before," Michele cried out.
"There's a first time for every thing," MacIntyre said calmly.
Sally moved so that she could kiss Michele on the mouth.
As their tongues rolled together, Michele could feel the pressure on her anus increase.
Sally played with Michele's tits and watched the black-haired girl's face contort.
The room shook as MacIntyre pierced her virgin ass-hole, and Michele let out a horrible scream of pain.
