Drew tried to ignore Brian's hand creeping up her thigh as she drove. She tried to ignore his incessant tall talk as well, but that proved to be just as difficult.
"Yes, Sis, I have a good feeling about this trip. A good, good feeling. This trip, you and I are gonna come back rich."
Outside the Ford Pinto-a veritable rust bucket which made a thousand different squeaking, squealing, and knocking noises as it moved-desert was passing by. It was late afternoon and the sun was low on the western horizon. Barren hills, one side painted gold by the setting sun, cast long, purple shadows over the sagebrush plain. There were no signs of human habitation anywhere. They had passed the last rest stop five minutes ago. Laughlin, their destination, was still over forty miles away.
"I hope you're right," Drew said. "I don't want you to lose all of my money the way you did the last time."
Brian's smile wavered for only an instant. "Aw, come on, sis, show a little confidence in your brother. That last time was just a fluke. I win better than half the time."
Drew sighed. "Yes, but when you do lose, you lose big. You've lost more money than you've ever won. Your vaunted blackjack skills have us in the hole for two thousand dollars already."
"I'll make it up. I promise you that this time will be different. I think this new system that I learned is really going to enhance my percentage. I figure I'll make four hundred dollars a day at the tables. Minimum."
And, as he said that last word, he squeezed her thigh and moved his hand up another inch. It was now dangerously close to her crotch. Drew pushed it away and smoothed down her skirt.
"Stop it," she said.
Brian looked at her in puzzlement. "What's wrong with you? You've been acting very strange lately, as if you're not interested in sex anymore."
Should she tell him? Drew wondered. Should she tell him she thought they should no longer be lovers, that she had finally grown a conscience about their incest?
"I'm just worried, that's all. I'm worried that you're going to lose. This is rent and utility money that you're going to be gambling with."
Brian's smile came back. "Don't worry, Sis. I'm not going to lose your money-our money. I'm gonna take good care of it. And I'm gonna take good care of you, too."
His hand fell on her thigh again, whispering as it stroked her soft, warm skin. This time Drew decided not to resist it. Brian never gave up unless he got his way.
And besides, Drew thought, his hand felt really good there.
"I hope so," she heard herself say.
His finger pushed aside her panties and entered her cunt. Its warm, spongy sweetness absorbed it. He found her clit and began to tease it erect. Drew moaned, pushing thoughts of breaking up with her brother out of her mind for the present.
Despite everything, he was a really good lover.
CHAPTER TWO
Laughlin sat like a glittering jewel in the bleak Nevada desert. The city was small in area, a pinprick on the landscape really, but big in self-regard. At night, the bright, pulsating lights of its dozen or so hotel-casinos lit up the sky for miles around. Its lifeblood was the Colorado river, which flowed beside it, as well as the millions of gamblers who stopped by each year to bet their hard-earned money on a dream. Few people actually escaped Laughlin with fatter wallets or purses, but that didn't keep them from coming.
In fact, two new dreamers were driving up the main drag now.
"Which casino do you want to hit first?" Drew asked.
"The Waterville."
Brian's hand had left her pussy a half-hour ago, after bringing her to a delicious orgasm. He was now practicing counting down a deck and did not look at her. His lips whispered numbers as he rapidly turned over the cards.
"I thought you said the rules were better at the Buckaneer?"
"I never do well at the Buckaneer, remember?" he said between cards. "The dealers must cheat."
He wasn't angry with her for talking while he practiced. like all good system players, he was able to keep up the count despite distractions.
"Oh."
The main drag was also the only major street in Laughlin. Casinos were lined up along it like electric fly traps, neon signs pulsating hypnotically, hoping to lure in their share of tourists. The Waterville hotel was at the very end of the main drag-or the very beginning, depending upon your point of entry. Drew turned into the parking lot of the casino and began searching for a stall.
Finished practicing, Brian dropped the pack of cards into his shirt pocket.
"Use valet parking."
"Are you sure? There are plenty of spaces available."
Which was true. It was a Tuesday night and the parking lot was only half full. Brian refused to play blackjack on the weekends or holidays, when so many people came to town he could hardly find an open seat at a table.
"We're gonna get a room, remember? I don't want to have to lug our bags any farther than I have to."
"Oh. Okay."
She parked in front of the main entrance. She and Brian got out and pulled their luggage from the back. Then Drew handed the valet her keys.
"Take good care of her," she said to him. "She's worth a million."
The valet, an older gentleman whose eyes held much appreciation for Drew, smiled and drove off.
Brother and sister went inside, where they were immediately confronted with a maze of slot machines, table games, cashier cages, gift shops, bars, and restaurants. The music of the slot machines was almost deafening. Even though it was a week night, Laughlin was still a busy town. Plenty of people had nothing better to do with their time than gamble away their money. Brian and Drew looked around in confusion, not knowing in which direction to go. It was easy to get lost inside a large casino like the Waterville, even if you had been to it dozens of times before. Finally, they spotted the sign they were looking for. They followed its arrow around the corner to the registration desk. Brian fell back as they approached it, which indicated to Drew that he expected her to handle all the arrangements.
She asked him, "How many nights are we staying?"
He thought about it. "Three. At least three." She held out her hand to him, palm upward. He stared down at it, uncomprehending. "What's this?"
"Money. Give me money."
"You've got money."
"Yes, and it's in your wallet. Two months of my wages."
Brian growled as he dug a Ben Franklin out of his wallet and handed it over. Drew went to the desk and got the room and two keys for it. The keys were in the form of magnetic cards that were programmed to open their door by sliding it through a slot. As they were walking towards the elevator, she asked, "After stowing our luggage, are we going to come right back down and gamble?"
He shook his head. "No. I want to rest after that long drive."
By the way he looked at her as he said that, Drew suspected what kind of "rest" he had in mind.
CHAPTER THREE
After Drew opened the door to their room, Brian suddenly became frolicsome. Whooping loudly, he scooped her up, kissed her, and carried her over the threshold. There were two queen-sized beds inside the room and he dumped her on the first one he came to. Then he stood back to view her. His eyes swam slowly up and down her appetizing figure, feasting on her long, shapely legs, large breasts, and strikingly beautiful face.
"Man, Sis, you are gorgeous! Ain't no woman in the world is as gorgeous as you. I've been wanting to fuck you for the last two-hundred and sixty miles."
Drew blushed under his lustful gaze. Though she knew it was not right for brothers and sisters to have sex, she could not help but be aroused by him. He was as handsome as she was beautiful. Her heart started palpitating.
"Don't forget our bags."
Quickly, Brian went out into the hallway and kicked the luggage into the room. He shut and locked the door behind him and then returned to the foot of the bed Drew was sprawled upon.
"Take off your clothes," he ordered.
She did not hesitate to obey his instruction. Slowly, smiling coyly at him, she began unbuttoning her white blouse. One, two, three, four, five buttons came undone. Then it was open. She shrugged out of the garment and tossed it aside. She wore no bra. Brian whistled as her naked tits were revealed. The pink, delicate nipples stared right back at him.
"Beautiful," he breathed. "Beautiful."
Drew's eyes were the same brown color as his. They smoldered as she returned his amorous gaze. Her lips were even redder and fuller than before. They parted as her tongue came out to wet them. Sitting up, she caressed her swollen orbs with her finger tips, employing slow, circular movements. Stimulated, her nipples grew hard and erect. Goosebumps roughened her skin. Her breathing became deep and audible.
Brian groaned as he watched her playing with herself. "Bitch. You like to torture a man, don't you?"
Drew smiled. It was time to get even with him for his earlier finger-fuck, when he had teased her clit for far too long before finally allowing her an orgasm.
She kicked off her pumps and began to push her skirt down. Brian watched it make its leisurely journey down her long, slender legs. Drew had gorgeous legs, on a par with those of the best supermodels, but it was the uppermost part of them, her thighs, that Brian most admired. Perfectly contoured, they possessed just the right balance of muscle and soft tissue. A man could find heaven between those warm, velvety thighs. As they were revealed to him in all their naked glory, Brian began to pant and drool.
Finally, her skirt was off. She kicked it high into the air and it fluttered to the floor at Brian's feet. He did not look down at it, but continued gazing at her voluptuous body. Now she wore nothing but her panties, which were damp with arousal. Drew decided to save them for her brother to remove. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide. One hand wandered down to stroke her soft inner thighs as she regarded Brian.
"I gave you twenty-four hundred dollars to make us rich," she said. "I'm going to hold you to your promise to take good care of that money, as well as to take good care of me. I expect you to give me no less than six orgasms before we leave this room."
Brian wiped sweat from his brow with a trembling hand. At that moment he could not respond to her; his tongue seemed to have taken a vacation. He was in awe of his sister's beauty, one of the reasons why he almost never looked at other women. Why seek sex with strangers when Drew was so close and so willing? Every time he looked at her unclothed body it was like seeing it for the very first time; its effect on him was always the same. Her exquisite perfection made him mad with lust.
Drew could see his dick grow hard in his pants. She ached to feel it inside her. She thrust her cunt at him.
"Come on, Bro, time to get naked and to get busy."
Brian needed no further word of encouragement. He didn't just take off his clothes, he tore them off. Un-like Drew, he wasted no time performing a striptease. He moved as fast as the Tasmanian Devil. In moments he was completely naked.
"Mmmmmmm," Drew murmured with appreciation, studying him. Her brother, at twenty-five only two years older than her, had a body designed to please. Though not an athlete, he possessed the profile of one. Broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist and muscular ass which promised maximum thrusting power. His cock was long and slim and beautiful. Drew's cunt immediately responded to the sight of it by producing more juices.
Brian climbed onto the bed and lay beside her. She turned her body towards his, brushing his chest with her breasts. He stroked her cheek and stared down her large brown eyes.
"I love you," he whispered.
Hearing those three words, spoken with such warmth and emotion, made Drew want to cry. "I love you too," she whispered back.
He kissed her on the mouth-a soft, sensitive kiss. Drew melted to it. Her arms pulled him down on top of her. Warm, moist flesh pressed together. She could feel his heart beating excitedly in his chest, transmitting its energy through the soft tissue of her breasts. Her own heart matched its rhythm.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured.
She sucked on his lips, trying to drink in all of his warmth and manliness. He wormed his tongue into her mouth. She tried to swallow it with her own. The two slippery organs danced around and nuzzled each other, neither quite able to get a grasp on the other. The wet, sucking sounds they made, as well as the explosive in and out breathing of their nostrils, were soon the only music Drew could hear. The soft whine of the air conditioner and the traffic noises outside their window were all drowned out. She felt her inner body temperature soar to dangerous heights as their kissing grew more and more passionate. Her white skin flushed a deep, deep red.
After a few minutes, Brian's lips detached themselves from hers. His mouth roamed all over her face. He kissed her cheeks, her chin, her forehead, her eyelids. Then, turning her head to one side, he stuck out his tongue and traced her neckline, licking up and down its entire length. Drew moaned and shivered, titillated to the extreme. Her neck was one of the most sensitive parts of her. Electrified, her tiny body hairs stood up everywhere on her skin.
"Take off my panties," she begged.
Brian sat back and pulled off her panties. They were soaked to the point of being nearly invisible in her crotch area. He pressed them to his nose briefly, smelling the sweet, musky scent of his sister, and then tossed them aside. He stared down at her brown, silky muff, glistening with sweat. Her cunt lips were swollen and dilated. Drew rocked her hips back and forth, begging for his touch. He inserted two fingers into her torrid opening. She trembled when they encountered her clit. He wiggled it around and around with one finger tip. Suddenly, Drew lost control of her hips. They began squirming and bucking on their own accord.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Brian smiled. "Do you like that?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
As he fingered her quivering button, Brian bent down to taste her inviting orbs. He licked every square inch of them. The salt on her skin tantalized his taste buds. He surmounted one hard, pink nipple and bathed it with copious amounts of foamy saliva. Then he wrapped his lips and teeth around it and applied gentle suction. Drew felt a thrill race down her spine and resonate warmly in her cunt. She cradled his head in her arms and moaned.
By now, Brian's cock had reached its maximum length of seven inches. He rubbed it up and down Drew's thigh as he sucked on her tits. The tingling her smooth, warm flesh induced in it made him yearn to stuff it inside her. He battled that yearning for a full minute before it conquered him. Breaking away from his feast, he rolled on top of her, using his knees to pry apart her thighs. He removed his fingers from her cunt and stabbed into her with his straining shaft. It penetrated her easily, greased by her gushing fluids. Her sharp cry of joy reverberated throughout the room. "Ah!"
Brian did not begin fucking her immediately, however. Again, he pressed his lips to hers. Their mouths opened and closed in delicate, mutual massage. Sexual electricity was generated and passed between them, making each of them shudder. After just a few moments of this, Drew could not stand the torment any longer. She thrust at him with her pussy, urging him to get started. She did not want him to idle in her a moment longer. Responding, he backed up his hips and slammed into her again, going deeper than before. Warm, soothing squishing welcomed him, awakening every nerve cell in his body. He groaned.
"Oh, God, Sis, your pussy feels so good around my cock!"
"Fuck me, damn you! Fuck me!"
He clenched the bedsheets in both hands and began to fuck her, his cock pistoning in and out of her flooded pussy at a steady rate.
Drew moaned, watching as his tight buns moved up and down over her midsection. She was captivated by their beauty. They were definitely Brian's best feature, and he knew how to use them. His thrusts were strong and tireless, the mark of a veteran lover. Drew knew that he could keep up the pace for hours if he wished, never flagging. His cock performed music inside her. It strummed her clit like a violin bow, sending sweet vibrations coursing throughout her entire body. She grabbed his heaving buns with both hands and thrust upwards with her hips, matching him move for move, swallowing as much of his hot, hard, throbbing meat as she could.
She remembered the first time they had made love. It was the day after her eighteenth birthday, only five years ago. The two were living together and working odd jobs to support themselves after the untimely death of their mother. Drew was feeling depressed that day; she felt her childhood had reached an abrupt and unfulfilling end. Brian sought to cheer her up. He took her to a bar that he knew wouldn't card her and treated her to her first drink. She did not like the taste of the beer so much, but she liked the lightheaded feeling it gave her. Her brother, obviously having planned a seduction from the start, suggested that they pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend. Drew agreed, too intoxicated to consider the possible consequences. She found herself dancing with him, cheek-to-cheek, her inhibitions melting as his hands roamed all over her body. They kissed, and when his hand slid down the front of her shorts and contacted her wet snatch, neither of them could control their lust after that. With her wholehearted consent, he took her home and took her virginity. That they were siblings did not trouble either of them at the time, but in fact seemed to add to their excitement.
Drew shuddered as she remembered that time so long ago. Then, as now, it felt good to be in her brother's loving arms.
Brian had picked up the pace a little. His breathing had grown deep and irregular, like hers. He was going to cum soon, Drew realized. She was on the verge of that spectacular event as well. Her clit ached from the merciless chafing it received. Craving relief, she propelled her hips toward his cock, grinding her clit directly against it. The tingling in it grew by leaps and bounds, then suddenly intensified into a sharp, numbing pang. She jackknifed as orgasm ripped through her body. Her eyes opened wide at the sweet, agonizing pain of it.
"Aaaaaaaah!" she screamed.
Brian's hot semen exploded into her twat an instant later. He continued pumping her as he joined her in the throes of orgasm. His jism both blistered and soothed Drew. Her cunt squeezed tight around his cock and milked him of every last drop. At that moment they were connected by more than just family bonds. They were joined in a union of the flesh, moving together as if one. Their bodies shook the bed, the walls, and the whole world as they undulated in erotic bliss.
Slowly, the storm of sensations abated. Brian stabbed a few more times into his sister and then collapsed on top of her. He left his dick inside her to grow limp. Drew did not mind its continued presence. She held him closely, stroking his sweaty back and buttocks.
"Oh, Brian," she said, panting in his ear, "even though I know it's wrong, why is it that I love fucking you so much?"
He did not respond to her. After a moment she realized he was sound asleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tony Pook was a big shot, one of those rare individuals who could afford to fly all over the world and gamble full-time. When he entered a casino anywhere in Nevada, be it Las Vegas, Reno, or Laughlin, he was immediately recognized by the pit bosses and dealers, who always bent over backwards to serve him. Particularly the craps dealers. Craps was his game of choice, and he bet huge sums of money on it.
Physically, he was quite handsome. Tall, he had dark hair and eyes, soft hands, and a sensuous face. He looked much younger than his forty-seven years. No gray hairs showed on his close-cropped head, and only a minuscule amount of flab surrounded his belly. Well-groomed, clean-shaven, fastidious, he attired himself in the best of clothes, preferring dark business suits of Italian design over more casual wear. He looked and carried himself like the wealthy man that he was. With such sex appeal, women had no trouble at all becoming attracted to him.
Tony craved fast action, both at the craps tables and in bed. Seldom was a beautiful woman not seen at his side, either when gambling or dining out. Usually, he had a different date each night, although sometimes, if he really liked a woman, he would spend an entire week with her. He lavished them all with money and gifts. He found that the sex was always the hottest after he gave them a taste of the good life.
His eyes slid to his current bimbo, Sally, who stood next to him rattling a pair of dice.
"Come on, babies," she said to them, "let's win some money."
She tossed the dice and rolled a three. "Craps out!" the stickman yelled. Tony's two-thousand dollar stack of chips, riding on the Pass Line, was taken away.
Sally turned to her man with a long face. "Aw, I'm sorry, Pooky. I tried so hard to win you money."
Tony-or Pooky, as Sally called him-shrugged. Two grand was nothing to him. He had inherited a profitable business empire when his father died ten years ago.
"Try again," he said to her. "You place the bet this time."
Tony, along with every other man at the table, stared at Sally as she did his bidding. She was a twenty-one-year-old blonde bombshell with blue eyes and a sweet, child-like face. Her curvaceous ass stuck straight out as she leaned over to place twenty black chips on the Pass Line, and her ample cleavage nearly spilled out of her short, low-cut dress. Many pairs of eyes, including Tony's, caressed her long, stunning legs, naked from her crotch down to her spiked high heels. There were quite a few groans of longing.
After all the bets were placed, Sally took the dice and rolled them again.
"Eight!" the stickman called out. "Hard eight!"
The craps players sighed with relief. Eight was the first point Sally had made and it was easy to make. Many laid odds on it, thinking that the dice were due to turn hot again.
"Place a thousand-dollar bet on the Big Eight," Tony instructed Sally.
"What's the Big Eight?"
"Never mind," Tony said. "I'll do it." He put ten black chips on the Big Eight square above the Pass Line.
Sally accepted the dice again and rattled them in her hand. Tony always let his dates roll the dice for him. He believed superstitiously that women possessed more luck than men. The first time he had taken her out gambling, some five days ago, she had virtually proven his point by winning forty-thousand dollars. But now her luck seemed to have turned around and he was in the hole for sixty grand. Though he could tolerate losing, winning was more fun. He crossed his fingers as Sally tossed the dice.
"Seven out!"
"Awwwwwwwww, sorry, Pooky."
Tony uncrossed his fingers and shook his head. That was nine craps in a row that Sally had tossed. She was proving to be a disaster to him.
"That's okay, sugar. I have plenty more money for you to lose."
She smiled gratefully at him.
He signaled to the pit boss for another marker, since he was running low on chips. As he was signing his name, his mind began to wander away from the tiresome business of losing. Just an hour ago, before coming down here, he had fucked Sally real good in his lavish suite. He smiled as he remembered back to that pleasant interlude.
He had been soaking nude in the sauna. The hot, churning water enveloped his entire body, making him feel cozy and relaxed. If life wasn't so demanding of his time, he could have stayed in there forever.
Sally wandered into the room holding two tall, slim glasses of champagne which she had just poured. She knelt beside the sauna and handed one to him.
"A toast," he said, "to hot tubs and beautiful bimbos."
She smiled as they clinked glasses. She liked being called a bimbo. Tony thought she was a real doll.
He tipped back his head and drained the glass completely. Sweet, fizzing liquid slid down his throat to settle warmly in his stomach.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" he sighed.
He loved to drink champagne in the sauna. The two seemed to go hand in hand. Bubbling wine and bubbling water. He put his empty glass down beside Sally's on the tiled floor.
His eyes ogled her. Even through her short, white bathrobe he could sense her sexy curves. Her big tits ballooned the front of the garment outwards, and her hard nipples made small peaks in the thin, silken fabric. He reached over and rested a wet hand on one of her exposed thighs. He stroked her soft, warm skin, coming tantalizingly close to her cunt. She parted her thighs in invitation. After a long moment of teasing her he dipped a finger inside, tickled her rigid clit. Sally shuddered.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, Pooky," she said. "That feels so good."
He smiled. He took his finger out and began sliding his hand upwards, cleaving open the front of her robe, which was only loosely tied shut. Her ripe, delicious breasts spilled out. He squeezed and caressed them, giving them a shiny coat of water. She sighed ecstatically and leaned back, resting on the balls of her hands. Her robe spilled off her shoulders and down her arms. Tony's eyes took in her arching body as he kneaded her soft, fleshy orbs. Her beauty was extraordinary.
"You like it when I play with your tits, don't you?"
"Yes, Pooky. Ohhhhhhhh, yesssssssss."
Sally's breathing became deeper and deeper as he fondled her, and, miraculously, her breasts grew bigger and firmer. She closed her eyes and leaned in to his warm touch. Tony's index finger circled a nipple teasingly, then pressed down on it as if it were an elevator button. Sally moaned and shivered. He saw goose bumps pop up in her skin, despite how feverish she felt to him. He laughed to himself, amused. Every time he pressed one of her nipples he received this reaction. It was one of Sally's unique quirks that he loved.
His hand abandoned her breasts and began to slide downward again. The blonde tensed in anticipation. He could tell she was a natural blonde by the color of her thatch, which was as bleached as her crown of curls. Pooky had no particular preference for blondes or brunettes or redheads. A woman's hair color meant little to him. But he did like his blondes to be natural. One of the exciting things about natural blondes was that they did not need to shave their legs. Their tiny body hairs were almost invisible against their skin.
Tony's hand crossed her supple belly and entered her silky muff. It was damp with arousal. Her sweet, feminine fragrance wafted to his nose. He kneaded her furry mound with his finger tips, digging into her flesh. Sally trembled, highly aroused. He watched in satisfaction as her cunt squirted juice in response to his delicate squeezes. Her hips writhed in intense yearning. She was ripe for being fucked, he knew. He felt his cock rising beneath the hot, swirling water.
His fingers went lower still. Now they teased the outside of her pussy, caressing her slick lips. He watched her pussy twitch and spasm, eager to swallow whatever he gave her. Sally moaned and rocked her hips back and forth.
"Fuck me with your fingers, Pooky!" she begged. "You know I can't stand it when you play with me like this."
Grinning, he stuffed his index and middle finger into her steamy opening. Incredibly sensitized, she drew a sharp intake of breath and tried to recoil from his provoking touch. Then, remembering that this is what she wanted, she relaxed and settled her cunt down upon his fingers, allowing him to probe deep into her. Her hips began to match him stroke for stroke. She released her breath in a torrent of well-being.
"Oh, Pooky," she moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Do you like that, sugar?" he asked.
She nodded her head, eyes closed, unable to respond verbally. His digits were giving her delicious torture.
Tony began to pump his cock with his free hand, stimulating it to greater rigidity. As he did so, he reflected on his long life of fucking women. As a young man, sex had filled his life, much as it did today. Seldom did a day go by when he didn't get his share of pussy. His father, a tall, stern-faced old man, did not understand his obsession and so did not approve. Or perhaps he was envious of his only son, having been stuck with the same fat cow he had been married to for thirty years. Several times Tony had been threatened with disinheritance because of his affairs with the wives and daughters of business associates. Taking his father's threats seriously, he played it safe. He began to travel longer distances in search of female flesh, finally discovering Las Vegas, as well as its sister cities Laughlin and Reno. The casinos of Nevada were the best hunting grounds for sex that a rich young man could ask for. There he discovered gambling as well as women, and the two merged together to form an intoxicating drug.
Tony became aware of the rising pitch of his current babe's voice. He was stroking her clit real good now, his fingers slick with her juices. Her hips rocked back and forth in the instinctual rhythm of lovemaking, and her head swayed from side to side. Her beautiful blue eyes were closed and her lips formed pretty O's each time she exhaled. The skin on her heaving breasts shimmered with perspiration.
"Oh, God, Pooky, I think I'm going to cum."
"Hold on, baby, I got something special for you."
Tony's dick was now as hard as a rock. It did not want to miss out on her climax. He removed his fingers from her cunt and dragged her into the hot tub with him. She did not resist, but let him take control over her body. He dunked her head under the churning water. She came up coughing and spluttering and flailing her arms. Then he rudely bent her over the lip of the sauna and jammed his cock deep into her cunt.
"Oh!" she cried.
Tony groaned. His cock felt so good in her warm, wet sheath. Her spongy flesh molded itself around his inflexible form, awakening an intense tingling sensation along its entire length. He tried to hold it still for a moment, to drink in her pleasant warmth, but the irresistible force of mother nature soon took control over his body. He backed up his hips and stabbed into her again. Then again. Soon he established a steady rhythm.
Sally was quaking in erotic ecstasy. Her eyes remained closed as she was being fucked. Each of Tony's brutal impacts jarred a gasp out of her throat. By the sound of it, it was as if each breath needed to be forced out of her lungs. In truth, like a sprinter racing the final few yards toward the finish line, she was trying to hold her breath. She was on the threshold of orgasm and had been there for a while. Her fingers curled into claws as the sweet pain grew within her body. Her hips tensed in anticipation of the orgasmic bliss to come.
Tony, riding her from behind, could detect her subtle resistance and realized its import. Eager to see the marvel of a female in climax, he doubled his pace, slamming his cock into her fast and furiously. His bucking hips churned the hot tub into a frothing cup of cappuccino. Sally's wet, naked body slid back and forth across the tiles, completely beyond her command. She had all the friction of a seal. Only her swollen tits, somehow gaining purchase on the hard ceramic surface, remained immobile.
Suddenly, Sally stiffened. Tony could feel her pussy tighten almost painfully around his cock. This was her climax. She opened her eyes and screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Ohhhhh, gaaaaawd!"
Involuntarily, her cunt slammed backward down Tony's dick. He grunted as if he'd been kicked in the balls, which is pretty close to what had happened. The blonde's whole body squirmed and writhed frenetically on the end of his pole, like a worm on a hook. She was now fucking him more than he was fucking her, but there seemed to be no method to it. Her hips bucked back and forth violently, responding to the wild electrical impulses that originated from her clit. Tony grabbed her neck from behind to gain some control over her movements, because she seemed to have lost it completely.
Slowly, the orgasmic storm passed. Her savage pelvic movements lessened into mere twitches and then ceased altogether. The strength seemed to melt out of her muscles. She sighed and lay flat on her stomach, breathing heavily.
Tony let go of her neck and eased his cock out of her pussy. He would have liked to have cum while she was cumming, but it had not been his time. Rising out of the water, he sat down on the rim of the sauna and stroked Sally's smooth buttocks, which now shimmered as much with sweat as with water.
"Did you like that, doll?" Sally nodded, her eyes half-closed in exhaustion. "Uh-huh."
Tony's hand wandered up to her face to brush back the hair that was plastered to it. He wanted to admire her innocent beauty without obstruction. His index finger traced her lips, so soft and full and red.
"Do you think you can muster up some more energy? I have a job for you."
Tony's dick was still rock solid.
"Just give me a minute to catch my breath, okay?"
He chuckled. "Okay. Because you're gonna need your breath."
It actually took a total of ten minutes before Sally was ready to suck his cock. Tony took some pride in how he had worn her out. But the lag time did not deflate him. Caressing Sally's beautiful nude body with his eyes and hands had kept his dick hard.
She slipped backwards into the hot tub. Her big, beautiful boobs kept her buoyant in the water as she swam towards him. Grabbing his knees, she parted his hairy thighs and stared at his bloated organ. Tony could see an expression of hunger fill her eyes. Exhaustion was forgotten as lust was reawakened. He grabbed his dick by the trunk and helpfully pointed it towards her mouth, which was already open and salivating. She immediately slipped her lips over his knob.
"Ah!" he cried, stung by a sudden jolt of electricity. The nerves on his knob were painfully sensitive. His hips, moving reflexively, nearly jerked his cock out of her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his waist to keep that from happening. Then she began to inch her mouth down lower and lower.
Tony squirmed. He had jacked off during Sally's recuperation period and now his cock was very tender and receptive to stimulation. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists as she swallowed more and more of him. Her lips, glossy with saliva, were barely wide enough to encompass his width. The tight fit enthralled the nerves along his hard, hot shaft. His fingernails dug deep into the palms of his hands, but he hardly noticed the pain. All he could experience now was pleasure. Finally, after a long, tortuous journey, her lips kissed his hairy base and he shuddered. His dick was now buried entirely in her mouth. He could feel the knob bumping against the back of her throat, its rhythmic motions prompted by the blood pumping in from his heart.
"Oh, Jesus," he moaned. "My cock feels so good in there."
"Mmmmmmmmm," was Sally's only comment.
She withdrew until only his dome was left in her mouth. Her warm, slippery tongue licked it, circling around and around, then dived into his semen hole, lapping up some of his pre-cum. She tried to stuff her entire tongue in there. Tony's body jerked upward, unable to handle the intense stimulation. He grabbed hold of her upper arms to keep himself from flying away from her. Her fingers tightened just as fiercely on his waist. She didn't want to lose her tasty treat.
Tony forced his body to relax and endure the pleasurable pain. His hands moved up to Sally's head. His fingers played through her blonde curls, now half dry. Her hair was as soft and fine as corn-silk. He closed his eyes and listened to the music of Sally's lips and tongue smacking on his hard, saliva-coated organ. It was louder than the bubbling of the hot tub water. His hips began to move subtly back and forth, responding to his deep, animal instincts. He craved release from the erotic torture that Sally gave him. Applying gentle pressure with his hands, he began to urge her mouth lower down his shaft.
She did not resist. Once more she opened her mouth as wide as it could go to accept him in.
Tony's cock slid past her teeth and down the soft ramp of her tongue. It met with virtually no friction. Sally's mouth was like her pussy had been earlier-gushing lubricant. Tony closed his eyes and groaned as his head finally lodged in the back of her throat. She had taken all of him inside her. It felt so good it hurt.
"Oh, baby," he breathed. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, baby."
Sally grasped his balls in one hand and gave them a gentle squeeze. Tony shuddered and nearly came on the spot. By sheer willpower he beat the physical urge down. He wanted to enjoy the blissful agony as long as he could.
Taking a deep breath through her nostrils, Sally now began to pump him in earnest. Her lips slid easily over his taut, well-lubricated skin. Tony groaned and shook his head from side to side, unable to believe the pleasure he was receiving. He silently thanked God for giving women the ability to perform oral sex on men. He enjoyed oral sex above all other forms of fucking. Sally did it better than most women he had dated. At times, she seemed to enjoy it even more than him.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she murmured, sucking on his meat.
Tony felt his balls constrict. Suddenly, he was no longer able to hold his semen inside, nor did he want to.
"I'm cumming!" he grunted. "I'm cumming!" Given warning, Sally held her breath and gripped his waist more tightly, knowing what to expect. He jerked his cock upwards into her mouth as hot, sticky jism exploded out of it.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried.
Holding her head between his hands, he fucked her mouth savagely with his dick, unable to control himself. His body was running solely on instinct now. He thrust into her incredibly deep, shooting his semen down her throat. Remarkably, Sally did not gag, but swallowed his emissions almost as fast as they came. She was a special female and Tony would not have tried this with anyone else.
Eventually, the spasms which had taken control of his body diminished. His thrusting hips slowed to a stop, and he let his dick grow limp in Sally's mouth. He took it out of her and lay back on the cool, wet tiles.
"Oh, man!" he breathed. "Oh, man!"
Sally was finally able to draw in the air her lungs desperately needed. After catching her breath, she began to clean Tony's dick with her tongue, lapping up the last residue of his gooey discharge.
Tony hardly noticed what she was doing. His soaring mind was lost amid the clouds.
"Craps out!"
The voice jarred Tony's mind back to the present. Sally had lost again!
"Sorry, Pooky." She had a stricken expression on her beautiful young face. Perhaps she feared she would soon be on the way out.
"That's okay, darling," he said, although he was beginning to think'Otherwise.
Then he had a sudden inspiration.
"Let me place the bet this time, doll." He placed four-thousand dollars on the Don't Pass line. Other players, catching on, followed suit. Everyone was now betting against Sally.
She took up the dice and rolled a pass. Everyone, including Pooky, grumbled as their money was taken away. Sally shrugged helplessly.
"Another shooter!" the box man called out. "We need another shooter!"
I need another bimbo, Pooky thought to himself sourly. One who is as hot at the table as she is in bed.
Suddenly, as if God had heard his prayers, his eyes spotted one. She was crossing the casino floor, heading for the buffet. She had a big bosom, shapely legs, and long brown hair, which swished from side to side as she walked. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her most exquisite feature was her thighs, which she showed off beneath the short hem of her body-hugging blue dress. Incredibly, they were even better-looking than Sally's thighs, which were quite extraordinary in themselves. Only once before in his life had he seen a woman with such exciting thighs. Looking at them, Tony's mouth salivated and his dick sprang erect.
There was no question about it. He had to have her!
Yet, troublingly, there was a young man with the woman, his arm wrapped possessively around her slim waist. After some thought Pooky dismissed him, however. He didn't look as though he could afford such a good-looking woman. Pooky had long experience buying females away from their boyfriends.
But first, much as he liked her, he had to get rid of his current bimbo.
CHAPTER FIVE
Drew pushed her plate away. "I'm stuffed," she said.
Normally, she was a light eater, but whenever she went through a buffet line she felt as though she should grab everything in sight to get her money's worth. She was amazed that she had been able to eat two full plates. But her belly was now so full it hurt.
Brian had just started his third plate. "You know," he said, chewing a chicken leg, "if I do really well here, as I expect I will, we might not need to go home. Fuck the rent. Fuck the utilities. We can stay here. You can get a job, and I can play blackjack full-time."
Drew had to resist rolling her eyes. There he goes, dreaming again! In actuality, she knew that Brian was a good blackjack player. He came home a winner better than sixty percent of the time. Yet his discipline was lousy. If he started losing-always a possibility with even the best card counters, because luck still played a role in the game-he would become desperate. Rather than quit and take a break, which is what his books told him to do, he would throw good money after bad, increasing his bets in hopes of recouping what he lost. It was a downward spiral which inevitably led to him losing his entire bankroll. Drew had watched that nightmare happen three times over the last two years.
"It gets hot out here during the summer."
Brian swallowed his food. "Which is why these buildings have such good air conditioning."
He set down his stripped bone and began attacking his beans with a spoon. Drew watched him quietly for a moment. She guessed now was as good a time as any to bring up what was on her mind.
But how to go about it?
"Brian?"
"Hmmm?"
"Do you like children?"
He looked at her strangely. "Sure, I guess."
"Would you like to have them?"
His eyes grew wide with alarm. "You're not pregnant, are you?"
"No, no. I wouldn't risk getting pregnant by you. But I'd like to know if you've ever thought about starting a family. Not with me, with another woman."
He smiled. "Don't worry, Sis. I'm not gonna leave you."
Drew tried to hide her frustration. "I guess what
I'm trying to tell you is that I would like to have a family. I want kids, Brian. Lots of them."
Still he refused to see what she was driving at. "Well, I suppose you could go to one of those sperm banks. We could pick out a father together. I'm partial to athletes, myself. But let's hold off on starting a family for a few years, okay? Things are kind of unsettled now.
"And besides, it might ruin your figure."
His eyes leered at her. Drew gave up. Perhaps it was the wrong time to suggest to him that they should start to look for other mates.
After leaving the buffet restaurant, she and Brian began hunting for an empty blackjack table. Her brother preferred to play head-to-head against the dealer. Other players at the table tended to complicate his card counting system. It was hard to count a particular card if someone else hid it from you.
Brian looked up and down the rows of blackjack tables. Most of them were closed down. It was a weeknight, after all. Players were clustered around the few that were open. There was only one table that was completely empty. Brian steered for it immediately and sat down. Drew remained standing behind him.
The dealer, a short, dowdy woman of forty with a pleasant face, smiled at Brian.
"How are you this evening, sir?" she asked.
Drew thought she detected a spark of attraction in the woman's eyes, but her brother seemed not to notice.
"Fine," he said. He pushed a hundred dollar bill across the green felt. "Give me all red chips, please."
The dealer, whose name tag said her name was Maybelle, gave him a strange look and then began to make change. Drew then noticed the sign on the table. She tapped her brother's shoulder.
"Brian, it's a twenty-five dollar minimum table," she said.
His eyes widened with surprise. "Shit! You're right. I wasn't paying attention." The dealer paused as he stood up and looked around, searching for another table. But none was devoid of players like this one. He sank back down onto his stool and took out four more Ben Franklin's, which he passed to the dealer. "You better make that all green chips, then."
As the dealer made change, Drew hissed in Brian's ear. "What are you doing? You don't have a big enough bankroll to play at this table. You could lose it all quickly!"
Brian smiled at her. "And I can win bundles of money just as quickly. Have a little confidence in me, Drew."
They always called each other by their first names when out in public, rather than by "sis" and "bro." They wanted everyone to think they were boyfriend and girlfriend and not brother and sister.
Drew sighed and shook her head. Already Brian was deviating from the strategy he had planned to use. Beforehand, he had planned to play at only five dollar tables to protect against long losing streaks.
Brian placed a twenty-five dollar chip on the betting circle. The dealer shuffled and then handed him a plastic card, which he used to cut the deck.
"Good luck," the dealer said, and dealt the first hand.
Brian groaned as he picked up his cards. He had been dealt a ten and a six for a total hand of sixteen. It was the worst hand you could be dealt in blackjack, a game where you tried to get as close as possible to twenty-one without going over. The rules made the dealer stand on seventeen and up, and right now her up card was a ten. Brian didn't know what her down card was, but the chances were excellent that she had a pat hand.
In any case, his strategy books told him that he must hit, and thereby risk going bust. He needed a low card, and there were less of them in the deck than high cards right now.
"Give me a five," he said to the dealer without much hope.
The dealer gave him a four. Brian brightened. Four wasn't bad. It gave him a hand of twenty, and only one other hand beat that. He slid his cards under his bet, indicating that he was standing.
Maybelle turned over her down card. It was an ace, which meant she had a blackjack and she won.
"Sorry," she said to Brian as she collected his green chip.
Brian muttered something to himself and half-rose from the table. Drew could see the fear and indecision in his eyes. Her brother often projected a confident image of himself, but that image was just a mask. She knew that Brian had some deep-rooted fears, perhaps relating to the death of their mother. He did not want to be a loser like her. She almost wished that Brian would stay at the table and battle those fears. It was more important to her that he overcome his anxiety than hold on to their money.
The dealer waited patiently.
Come on, Brian, she thought to him. Don't lose your confidence. Battle that demon inside you. You could be a winner if only you would try.
Brian settled back into his chair. Drew released the breath she did not know she had been holding. He placed another green chip on the betting square and the game resumed.
He lost the next hand, and the hand after that, but he did not retreat. Instead, he increased his bet to fifty dollars. This indicated to Drew that Brian had determined there were more high cards in the deck now than low cards, which favored the player. The dealer dealt him two aces. She had a ten showing. Brain sucked in his breath nervously and then split the aces, laying down another fifty dollars. He now had one-hundred dollars riding, more than he had ever bet before in his life. The dealer dealt one card to each ace, face-down. Brian left them there, afraid to peek. Their she turned over her card and he moaned. She had a jack under there to go with her queen-twenty. He feared that he was doomed. But then she turned over his cards and he saw that he had two twenty-ones.
"All right!" Drew whispered to him, shaking his shoulders excitedly.
His sigh of relief was audible as he collected his winnings. He was now ahead by a green chip.
Throughout the next half-hour, Drew watched her brother battle it out against the dealer. It was back and forth all the way. Sometimes Brian was ahead, sometimes the dealer. Whether he was ahead or not, he was more relaxed now, settling into the rhythm of the game. He was confident that the slight percentage he enjoyed over the house would make him a winner in the long haul. He refused the drinks that the cocktail waitresses offered him, preferring to keep his mind clear for dealing with numbers. His concentration on the cards that danced before his eyes was intense. Drew sensed that he was more in control of himself then he had ever been in their past visits to either Laughlin or Las Vegas.
As the deck was being shuffled for the next round of blackjack, a well-dressed man settled into the chair beside Drew. Brian threw him an irritated glance for disrupting his solitude but did not leave the table. One extra player would not hurt his game too much.
The dealer, on the other hand, acknowledged the new arrival by standing straighter and smiling with nervous pleasantry. "How are you doing, Mr. Pook?"
He shrugged. "Fine, I guess."
"I thought craps was your game."
"Not today. That broad I'm going with lost me a hundred grand."
A hundred grand! Drew's mind reeled. "Sorry to hear that, sir."
"Don't be. I got rid of her. Thought I'd try my luck at blackjack now."
As he said that, his eyes looked at Drew and freely roamed up and down her shapely figure. She could almost feel those eyes undressing her and caressing her skin. She shivered under their bold assessment and quickly looked away.
The man laid down a bet of two-thousand dollars, all in Ben Franklins.
"Money plays!" the dealer said out loud, and dealt to him despite the fact that the table's maximum bet was posted at fifteen hundred. He looked at his two cards briefly and then threw them face up upon the table.
Blackjack! Drew's mind shouted.
"Good for you, Mr. Pook," the dealer said.
Brian cursed softly to himself as the man raked in thirty gorgeous black chips. He was extremely envious. That was the kind of money he one day hoped to play with.
As he was stacking his chips, Mr. Pook turned to Drew and winked. "You must be giving me luck," he said. "Here, take this."
He held out a hundred-dollar chip to her and she accepted it without thinking.
"Thanks," Drew said.
He smiled at her in more than just a friendly way. She felt Brian stiffen behind her.
"Hit me," her brother said to the dealer. Maybelle gave him a bust card and he cursed.
Play continued. The well-dressed man won every hand that the dealer dealt him. Brian also did well, yet his winnings looked paltry compared to the thousands that were amassing next lo him. Mr. Pook allowed his next three bets following the first to ride. In no time at all he had sixteen thousand dollars sitting in the betting circle. It was an incredible fortune, yet he did not seem nervous in the least.
Brian chose to skip the next deal and watch what ensued. Though envious of the well-dressed man, he was caught up in the excitement of the moment. The dealer dealt Mr. Pook two cards, face down, but he did not touch them. Instead, he turned to Drew.
"I'm a bit fearful," he said. "Can you turn over my cards for me?"
To Drew he did not seem fearful at all. "Uh, sure."
She turned over the cards and then gasped. So did Brian and the dealer. Blackjack!
"I don't believe it," Maybelle said, shaking her head. "I just don't believe it. Twenty-four thousand dollars on one hand." She called to her boss for more chips.
As his winnings were being counted out and piled up in front of him, Mr. Pook looked at Drew. "It's positively orgasmic to win when you have so much money riding," he said.
"Yes," Drew whispered. This time she could not help but return his gaze. She was captivated by his eyes. Though black instead of brown, they were much like Brian's.
Her brother caught the silent exchange between them and was not amused. He stood up and grabbed her arm. "Come on, Drew, we're leaving."
She was startled by his abrupt decision. "What? But why? You're doing so good."
"It's time to take a break."
He led her towards the exit, gripping her tightly. She looked back and saw the man watching her leave.
His eyes were hungry for her. Involuntarily, she felt her loins quiver in sexual excitement.
Once outside, on the river walk near the boat dock, Brian turned her around to face him.
"Why were you flirting with that man."
"I wasn't flirting with him."
"You were too!"
"We hardly exchanged more than a word."
"You weren't flirting with your lips, you were flirting with your eyes."
Drew decided that he was probably right and abruptly switched tactics. "So what if I was?"
That threw him off. "Well, knock it off. I'm your lover, not him."
"You're my brother, and what we're doing is wrong."
"Huh! You seem to enjoy it."
"I can't help the way my body responds. But I have a biological clock that's begun ticking, Brian. I told you earlier about how I want children. It's a woman's priority in life. I guess you didn't understand what I was driving at. What I'm trying to tell you is that I want to start looking for my lifelong partner, the one I'll raise children with. You can't be that partner."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. I'm serious."
Brian turned away and digested that in silence. Drew could tell that he was hurt and wanted to soften the blow she had given him. She had never meant to spring all this on him so suddenly.
"I do love you, Brian."
"Thanks," he said. It was a strange answer but it was sincere.
Drew decided on a last minute compromise. "It doesn't mean we have to stop having sex. It just means I want a looser relationship. I think we could both benefit by having other partners."
He shrugged. "If you say so."
Drew was frustrated by his withdrawal. It wasn't supposed to have gone like this. Brian was supposed to have been far more understanding. She knew she must have cut him deeply for him to respond so. She almost gave up and said to hell with him, let him deal with the consequences of his reticence, but just then a ray of hope cut through the darkness. Looking past his shoulder, she spotted a pretty, raven-haired cocktail waitress on her cigarette break. She leaned against the guard rail in a provocative pose as she smoked, looking back their way. She was shorter than Drew, with a flatter chest and girlishly thin legs, but her sensuous face and dark, flashing eyes were full of frank interest. She might just be the consolation prize that Brian needed.
"Hey, look," Drew said, "I think that cocktail waitress down there is checking you out."
Her brother could not help but turn and look. "Really? You think she might be interested in me?"
Drew smiled, detecting a subtle improvement in his spirits. "Of course. She's looking at you, isn't she?"
"Well.. .that doesn't mean anything."
"Brian, don't be a dork. You just don't know how attractive women find you."
"So what should I do?"
Drew blew a jet of air up through her bangs in a gesture of vexation. "That's obvious. Go down there and pick her up."
He hesitated. She gave him a little shove. "Go on! Go on! Don't be shy. You have to start searching for your lifelong partner sometime, because once I find mine, you'll be on your own as far as sex is concerned.
That motivated him. With some nervous reluctance, he shuffled down to the cocktail waitress and began talking to her. Drew watched from a distance as they bantered back and forth. As the minutes passed, their smiles grew wider and their laughter grew louder. Then, abruptly, Brian made his move. He reached out to take her by the waist, but she pushed him back and wagged a finger in his face. He frowned, put off by this, but then she said something which made him laugh and slap his thigh. He looked back at Drew and winked. Then he took out his notebook and began writing something down as the cocktail waitress talked.
A minute later, he returned to Drew, alone. He had a huge smile on his face.
"Well?" Drew asked.
"Well what?"
"Are you having sex with her?"
"No."
"No?"
"She wasn't interested in me."
"But I saw you write something down in your notebook. I thought it was her phone number and address."
"It was."
Now Drew was really becoming confused. "Why would she give you her phone number and address if she wasn't interested in you?"
"Because she was interested in someone else."
"Who?"
"You."
"Me!"
"Yes, you. She was eyeing you from over there, not me."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. She's butch, Drew."
"Oh." She was silent for a long moment, thinking over the import of that. Then something occurred to her which made her suddenly apprehensive. "So why did you take down her phone number and address?"
He smirked. "Because after she gets off work in an hour, me and you are gonna go down to her apartment. I'm gonna watch you have sex with her."
CHAPTER SIX
"No, no, no! I don't want to have sex with a woman!"
"Aw, come on, Sis, it'll be fun. You were the one who said we should look for other partners."
"This isn't what I had in mind."
Brian was trying to push Drew up a flight of outdoor stairs. She resisted by digging her heels into the steps and holding onto the iron railing. At the top of the stairs was the cocktail waitress' apartment.
"If you don't want to do it for yourself, then do it for me," Brian said. "I've always wanted to see my Sister getting fucked by another woman."
But Drew was not persuaded by that argument. "Well, I've always wanted to see my brother getting fucked by another man. Are you willing to do that for me?"
Brian thought about it for a moment. "We'll talk about that after you fuck this woman."
"Oh, no! I'm not falling for that trick-hey!"
Abruptly, Brian picked her up and carried her up the stairs. He set her down on her feet in front of the woman's door and rang the bell. She tried to get away, but he grabbed her around the waist and held on tight.
"Brian, I don't want to do this. I don't feel any attraction to women."
He knew how to overcome her resistance to his wishes, however. He thrust his hand down her panties and into her cunt. He began massaging her clit.
"Aw, come on, Sis," he whispered in her ear, and felt her shudder. "Try it just this once, for me. I want to see you naked in the arms of another woman. I want to see your tits pressed together with hers. I want to see her licking your pussy and getting your juice all over her face. Do it for me, Sis. Who knows, you might like it."
His voice in her ear sent warm chills down her spine. Her hips squirmed in response to his erotic massage. She felt her panties getting wet with arousal. Her breathing deepened and her skin flushed red as her body temperature rose. His hand felt so good in her cunt. She moaned, unable to help herself.
"Are you going to try it?" he asked her after a moment.
"Yes," she whispered. At that moment it was the only word in her vocabulary.
The door opened. The cocktail waitress stood there, only she was no longer dressed in her uniform. She was dressed in a pink, see-through teddy. Drew's heart started to palpitate as she saw her erect nipples-staring back at her through the flimsy fabric.
"Well, hello there," she said to Drew, her eyes roaming up and down her body. "I'm Beverly."
"Hi," Drew said. She was quite nervous.
"My, my, what a pretty thing you are. Very, very pretty. Such nice legs and tits. I'd be jealous if I wasn't so attracted to you. Have you ever made love to another woman before?"
"No."
"A virgin! How nice."
She leaned forward and kissed Drew on the mouth. One finger snaked up her skirt to penetrate her vagina. (Brian's hand had already left it.) Drew's first instinct was to recoil, but Brian kept her still, his arms and hands firm around her waist. Beverly's tongue wormed its way into Drew's mouth, found and entwined with its companion. Drew shivered, unable to stop herself from becoming aroused. A warm, relaxed feeling spread throughout her body. After a while, she decided she did not mind the kiss, or the finger stroking her clit. Abruptly, with a sigh that carried away all her tensions, she melted to the other woman's passion, and leaned her body in towards hers.
Beverly kept kissing and finger-fucking Drew until she sensed a complete breakdown in her inhibitions. Then she broke both contacts and took possession of her waist from Brian.
"I'll take her from here," she said to him.
"Remember, I want to watch."
"Very well," she said, not enthused.
Beverly led Drew into her bedroom, which was decorated with scores of Playboy pinups. Drew walked in a dream-like state, unresisting, her body shaking from head to foot. Beverly gently sat her down on the rim of her bed, which was covered with soft animal furs. Then she turned to Brian, who had brought up the rear.
"You may sit there," she said, pointing at a chair that looked like it had been just recently dragged in from the kitchen. Beside it was a small table with several bottles of hard liquor on it. "You may drink as much of the booze as you like."
Brian nodded and sat down. He immediately poured himself a shot of whisky. As his eyes remained riveted to the two females, he tipped back his head and swallowed, grimacing as the fiery liquid burned his throat.
Beverly turned back to Drew and stared down at her. Her hand came up to caress her cheek.
"You are so beautiful," she whispered. "So, so beautiful."
Drew returned her passionate gaze with both fear and longing in her eyes. Her trembling increased.
Abruptly, Beverly pushed her back on the bed.
She hiked up Drew's blue dress and then jerked her panties down and off.
Brian whistled as her wet pussy was revealed.
"Man, Sis, you are gushing! Don't you dare tell me you're not going to like this."
Beverly gave him an irritated glance before returning her attention back to Drew. Her hand came down on one perfectly-sculpted thigh and began stroking it.
"You have got the most gorgeous thighs I have ever seen on a woman," she said. "They're such a delight to feel as well."
"Thanks," Drew said.
Then she closed her eyes and moaned in response to the other woman's touch. On each of her upward strokes, Beverly's hand came closer and closer to her pussy. She felt an incredible yearning building up down there. The cocktail waitress definitely knew how to turn her on, and this surprised Drew. She would have thought that her body would have been repulsed by another female.
Her hips began to rock back and forth, and more juice leaked out of her pussy.
Without further preamble, Beverly licked two fingers and thrust them into Drew's pussy. Drew gasped and stiffened. Reflexively, her thighs came together and trapped Beverly's hand inside her. But her startled reaction to the intrusion soon passed, replaced by soothing pleasure. She relaxed her body and let the other woman stroke her clit. Beverly's fingers were small and dexterous. They played sweet music on Drew's organ, making her buck and squirm and sweat. Warm, delicious electricity spread throughout her body. She moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Take off your dress," Beverly ordered. "Let me see those luscious tits of yours."
Drew did as she was told. The dress fluttered to the floor beside the bed. She was now completely naked except for her high heels. Beverly's eyes enfolded Drew's spectacular orbs, which were so much larger than her own. Her mouth salivated as much as the pussy she was fucking with her finger.
"Play with them."
Drew's hands came up and cupped her breasts. She mashed the two tightly together, then began to knead the soft, pliant flesh. Her tits seemed to grow larger and firmer as her arousal heightened. She gripped her nipples between the thumb and index finger of each hand and gave them a little tweak. They quickly became as erect as her clit.
"Lick your nipples," Beverly said. "I know you can reach them."
Drew brought one breast up to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out and slithered around and around the hard, pink peak, depositing abundant amounts of foamy saliva. Once it was thoroughly washed, she bit down on it with her lips and teeth and sucked it into her. mouth. She tried to pump up the nonexistent milk that was inside her tit, and wondered what it would taste like if it were there.
Drew's actions made the cocktail waitress' heart palpitate and her cunt quiver in desire. She longed to feel that warm nipple inside her own mouth. Then she remembered that one was still available. Grabbing Drew's other breast with her free hand, she dived in for a feast. Her wet sucking sounds soon competed with Drew's.
Brian scooted his chair over another inch so that he could get a better view of the unfolding action. His dick was erect and he was shaking in excitement. Man, he wished he had a video camera! He drained another glass, not minding the whisky's taste half as much the second time around.
Beverly decided she wanted to feel Drew's soft skin directly against her own. While not letting go of the delicious nipple inside her mouth, she used her free hand to slip out of her teddy, pushing it down her short, skinny legs and kicking it off. Her nipples, about half the size of Drew's, were hard, red bullets of flesh. She pressed them into Drew's belly as she feasted like an infant.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she murmured.
Beverly enjoyed sucking on women's tits. To her it was the most erotic thing in the world. Un-like cocks, breasts were specifically designed to be sucked on. A nipple molded itself naturally to a mouth, and Drew's were certainly no exception. She had such perfect tits, Beverly thought. Not too big and yet definitely not too small. Perfect tits to go with perfect thighs. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. What more could a woman ask for in another woman?
Drew was in a heaven of her own. Beverly's delicate massage of her clit was having its intended effect on her. Her hips squirmed around as if they had a mind of their own. Her breathing grew deeper and more strained as the tingling in her clit increased. The cocktail waitress' fingertip was merciless in its attempts to tickle her. It twirled around and around her clit, causing it to twitch and quiver. Drew released the nipple in her mouth and gasped as a shudder rocked her entire body. She was close to the edge of orgasmic bliss.
Beverly could sense that. Her mouth began to travel southward. Drew anticipated its destination and spread her thighs a little more. Beverly's lips, kissing and licking along the way, crossed Drew's stomach and surmounted her furry mound. She paused there to inhale her sweet, feminine musk. She found it intoxicating. Then she removed her finger from Drew's clit and replaced it with her tongue. She gave it several wet licks and then her lips clamped down upon it tightly. Drew, intensely stimulated, arched her back and slammed her cunt into her face. "Ah!" she cried.
Brian, in his chair across the room, was sweating. This was better than watching a porno tape! His hand reached down into his pants to stroke his hard on. He had already had six shots of whisky and his head was swimming. With his other hand he downed more of the stuff. He ignored the glass completely in favor of drinking straight from the bottle.
Beverly let go of Drew's clit, not wanting her to cum too soon. Instead, her lips widened to encompass Drew's entire cunt. Her tongue dived in to lap up some of the tasty nectar which gushed out, swallowing it as fast as it came. Drew, moaning, rocked her hips back and forth, fucking that provoking tongue inside her. She wanted it to go deeper. Beverly complied as best she could, but the truth was she had a small tongue.
Drew could now no longer stand the lingering torture. Her cunt and body craved immediate relief. Her hand came down to stroke her clit as Beverly's tongue flicked in and out of her. Already on the threshold of orgasm, it didn't take much more stimulation to send her over the edge. Suddenly, the tingling in her clit turned into a sweet, blistering pain. Here was the moment she had longed for. Her body jackknifed and she screamed as her climax struck, swift as a cobra. "Aaaaaaaah!"
Beverly held on tightly as Drew's body began to flop around on the bed. Drew no longer had control over herself. Her mind was elsewhere, unable to offer direction. The orgasm was one of the most intense she had ever experienced. It coursed through her body in wave after throbbing wave of pleasure. She rolled with the exquisite pain of it. If this wasn't nirvana, she thought, nothing was.
If only it could last forever!
Brian watched his two sisters being eaten into this frenzy of ecstasy by what appeared to be two cocktail waitresses. "'Wild, man! Wild!" he said to himself. Then his eyes rolled up into his skull and he fell off his seat.
Somehow, Beverly managed to keep her mouth attached to Drew's cunt as her hips bucked all over the place. Drew was juicing at a furious rate. Beverly captured each hot spurt with her tongue, but there was too much of the stuff to swallow it all. Her mouth was filled to overflowing. Much of Drew's juice escaped out of the sides of her mouth or dribbled down her chin. But she didn't care. The delicious fluid that she did capture was satisfying enough. She loved eating another woman out, particularly one as beautiful and tasty as Drew.
Drew's mind slowly descended from the clouds to take back the reins of her body. Her erratic movements lessened as the storm of sensations passed. Sighing, Drew lay back in utter exhaustion, drenched from head to foot in sweat.
"Oh, man!" she breathed. "Oh, man!"
Beverly gave Drew's still twitching pussy one final lick, then sucked her tongue back into her mouth with a loud smack of the lips.
"Did you like that, sweetie?" she asked.
Drew was shaken to the very core. "Oh, man, that was the most wonderful cum I ever had!" Then she remembered that her brother was watching. "I hope you're satisfied now, Brian. Brian?"
When Brian did not respond, she sat up and looked at him. He was no longer on the chair but on the floor. His eyes were closed and he was snoring softly. The empty bottle of whisky lay in front of his face.
"Brian?"
"He's sleeping, cutie," Beverly said.
Drew sank back. "That's odd. I could have sworn he wanted to see this thing through until the end."
Beverly smirked. "Well, it's not like he had much of a choice."
"What do you mean?"
"I hope you don't mind, but I put a little something in his drink. A sedative. I really can't abide a man watching me have sex."
Drew was troubled by this only for a moment.
"Serves him right for forcing me to do this with you," she said.
"Yeah, serves him right."
Beverly bent down to offer Drew a kiss. She accepted it eagerly, and soon the two of them were making love again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Brian awoke groaning and holding his head. He had the worst headache of his entire life.
"Jeez, one lousy bottle of whiskey shouldn't have done this to me."
He looked around blearily and saw that he was in his own bed back at the hotel. The last clear memory he had was of the cocktail waitress sucking the hell out of his sister. Then he had inexplicably dozed off. He had no clear idea what had happened between then and now.
"How did I get back here?" he wondered out loud.
Drew answered him, though he hadn't really directed the question to her. "I carried you up here, with the help of a few strong bell boys."
Brian looked over at Drew, who sat yawning and stretching on the edge of her bed. She was completely naked.
"I guess I fell asleep towards the end, huh? How did it go with Beverly?"
"It went very well, thank you," Drew said. "I think I like having sex with women."
"Good. I'd like to watch you do it again."
Drew offered no response to that. She stood up and went to her suitcase. Brian eyed her succulent pussy with awakening lust as she bent over to sort through her clothes. She picked out a matching black mini-skirt and top and put them on. Then she came back to the bed and stepped into her high heels.
"You're not going to wear underwear?" Brian asked.
"No. They might get wet."
Brian laughed. "That's very practical thinking." Then he grabbed Drew around the waist and threw her across his lap.
"Hey!" she protested.
He smothered her protest with his lips. As he kissed her, he snaked two fingers into her vagina, wiggling her clit with his thumb. He enjoyed her this way for all of two seconds before he felt his side being painfully pinched.
"Ow!" he yelped. "That hurt!"
Drew squirmed out of his arms and stood up. "Good. Don't try that again."
Brian stared at her, puzzled. "Why not?"
"Because I'm a lesbian now," she replied. "I don't like men anymore."
Brian stared back at her slack-jawed.
"You're kidding me, aren't you?"
"No," Drew answered, but of course she was. She tried very hard not to laugh at the look he gave her. Drew had thought very hard this morning for a way to get back at her brother for making her have sex with another woman. This is what she had come up with, pretending to have gone totally butch. She didn't know how long she intended to carry her joke, but she intended to enjoy it to the fullest.
Brian searched his groggy brain for something to say. "But, Sis, I need to have sex. I can't live without it."
"Well, then, you'll just have to find another woman to pleasure you. But I get first crack at all the pretty ones."
She grabbed her purse and headed for the door.
"Hey, wait! Where are you going?"
"I'm going down to the casino to gamble. You needn't come along."
She went out and closed the door behind her. A feeling of doom descended upon Brian.
"Oh, man," he groaned. "Why does this shit always have to happen to me?"
He fell back on the bed and cradled his aching head in his hands.
Drew wandered over to the Yellow Rose rather than remain at the Waterville. All joking aside, she thought it really would be good to put some space between her and Brian, at least for the time being.
Drew's favorite game was video poker. She was as good at it as Brian was at blackjack. She found a machine at one of the bars and sat down. The bartender, a young man in his twenties, hastened over to his sexy new customer.
"Can I get you a drink, ma'am?"
"Yes," she said, trying a smile on him. He was really handsome. "A Pina Colada please."
Reluctantly, the bartender removed his eyes from Drew's body to go and fix the drink.
Drew began popping quarters into her machine. When the bartender brought her her drink, she sipped from it as she played. He flirted with her for a little while, and she flirted back, but then he was called away by another customer. Drew thought it just as well. Despite the fact that he was young and handsome, for some reason the bartender just didn't appeal to her sexually.
Drew played for about ten minutes without being bothered. Then she heard someone blowing their nose. She looked and saw a young blonde sitting alone about five stools down from her. She was quite sexy, yet her body posture indicated she was upset about something. She wore dark sunglasses to hide her tears. Concerned, Drew went over and sat beside her.
"What's the matter, darling?" she asked.
"I'm not beautiful anymore," the blonde said, sniffling.
Drew found that hard to believe. The young female had long, shapely legs and big, delectable tits-as big as Drew's own. Her angelic face, framed by a mop top of curls, brought out the mother in Drew.
"Why do you say that?" she asked.
"Because my boyfriend dumped me. I've never had a boyfriend dump me before. I've always been the one to call off a relationship. Yet he dumped me. I must be getting old and ugly."
The blonde began to sob. Drew put an arm around her shoulder and a hand on her leg. She stroked the young woman's thigh soothingly.
"You're not ugly," she said. "I think you're gorgeous."
The blonde looked up at her with some hope. "You do?"
"Yes. A man would be crazy to break up with you because of your looks. Perhaps he had a different reason."
The blonde laughed a little. "Well, he did say I was unlucky for him."
"Unlucky?"
"Yes. I lost a little bit of his money at the craps tables."
"How little?"
"About a hundred grand, he says."
"A hundred grand!" Drew gasped. Then she realized that she must be the girlfriend of that man at the blackjack table last night.
"Yes, but he's a millionaire. Anyway, I shouldn't complain. He was nice enough when we were together. He gave me some money and a plane ticket home, but I don't leave until tomorrow. I feel so alone here all by myself. Ahhhhhhh, that feels so good."
Drew realized that her hand was unconsciously taking liberties with the blonde's thigh. It liked what it touched. The young woman's skin was as soft as silk. Drew's eyes wandered up and down her pair of stunning legs, naked along their entire length. The blonde was wearing a dress so short her lace panties were just visible.
The warmth of the blonde's body so close to hers magnetized Drew's senses, giving her thoughts of carnal pleasures. She leaned in close to the other woman, brushing her tits against her bare arm, and spoke softly in her ear.
"What's your name, darling?"
"Sally," she breathed. The girl seemed frozen by her voice.
"Sally, do you have a room?"
She nodded. "Yes, Pooky put me up in this hotel."
Drew continued to stroke Sally's thigh. She felt her shiver. Her skin seemed to get warmer and warmer by the moment, until it was almost blistering hot. Drew wondered if she was responding to her touch the same way she had responded to Beverly's touch last night. She decided to test her theory. Her hand moved higher up Sally's thigh, kneading her flesh, coming less than an inch from the other woman's cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." Sally moaned.
"Do you like being touched by another woman?"
The other girl nodded. Drew moved her hand up the final inch and poked her pussy with one finger. Sally's body jerked upwards out of pure reflex. Then she settled down to Drew's delicate but insistent massage.
"Have you ever made love to another woman before?" Drew asked.
Sally nodded her head again. "I have a lesbian cousin." Her breathing was becoming more and more ragged.
"Would you like to make love with me?"
"Yes," the blonde whispered.
"Then lead me to your room."
Drew helped the young blonde stand up, yet she found that her legs were just as shaky as Sally's.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Once in Sally's room, Drew lifted off her partner's dress, pushed her back on the bed, and removed her panties and high heels. Sally was now completely naked. Drew's eyes swam up and down her voluptuous figure.
"You're gorgeous," she said.
"You too. What's your name?"
"Drew."
"Fuck me, Drew."
With a sparkle in her eyes, Drew climbed onto the bed with her. She pressed her face close to Sally's blonde muff and gave it a sniff. Liking what she smelled, she parted her cunt lips with her fingers and gave her clit a long, teasing lick.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Sally moaned.
Drew continued to lick her clit. It grew more and more rigid by the moment. Drew's tongue danced around the quivering nub, nuzzling and caressing it, lubricating it with her bubbly saliva. The stimulation caused Sally's hips to buck and gyrate, as if they sought to escape Drew's provoking tongue, but always, at the last moment, decided to come back for more of the delicious torture. Drew grasped her honey-colored thighs and tried to hold her down. She could tell she was driving the other woman wild.
"Oh, Drew, don't stop. Don't you ever stop. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Mmmmmm," Drew murmured in reassurance.
After a few minutes, Sally's breathing grew more and more strained as Drew's tongue delved into her. Her pre-orgasmic ache was building. Spasms rocked her body every time Drew touched a particularly sensitive spot, and her thighs would come together reflexively, squeezing her tormentor's head. Then they would relax and fall back again, waiting until the next spasm came to begin the process again.
Needing something to touch, she grabbed Drew's hair and ran her fingers through it. It was so long that it could reach up to her chin, so that is where she brought it. She scooped up Drew's lustrous brown silk and laid it across her heaving breasts and belly, covering them almost completely. She stroked Drew's soft hair up and down, pleased by its warmth and texture. Only her hard nipples poked through the long, thick strands, exposing themselves to the cool air. Every time she touched them with her hands she shuddered.
She was very close to climaxing.
"Oh, God, Drew, I don't know how much more of this I can take!"
By the vibrations of Sally's clit, now swollen to truly gigantic proportions, Drew could tell how close to cumming she was, and responded by licking her harder and faster. Tormented with exquisite pain, Sally squirmed all over the place, and it became difficult for Drew to hold her down. Finally, sensing the moment ripe, she bit down on her partner's clit with her lips and shot two fingers deep into her cunt. This immediately sent the blonde plunging over the cliff.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" she screamed, and began bucking out of control.
Drew had no trouble holding on, because Sally grabbed the back of her head and pressed her face right into her pussy as she came. She humped Drew's mouth frantically, whipping her clit in and out of it as if it were a small cock, riding along the soft, slippery cushion of her tongue. Drew swallowed spurt after spurt of vaginal juice, nearly drowning in the stuff. Unable to get away-Sally was taller and a good deal stronger-Drew surrendered her body to being manipulated. She held her breath and rode Sally's orgasmic storm until the end.
When she was finished, Sally rolled over onto her side and lay there panting. Drew sucked air into her lungs as well.
"You really know how to cum, don't you, Sally?" Drew gasped.
"That was the most incredible tongue job I ever had."
"Are you willing to return the favor?"
"Give me a moment, okay? You literally took my breath away."
"Okay, but only a moment."
While her partner recuperated, Drew amused herself with dipping her finger in Sally's dripping snatch and painting happy faces in clear fluid on both of their bodies. The blonde shuddered each time she did this, still very sensitive down there. After a few minutes of this, Sally turned around. Her breathing was normal and lust had rekindled in her eyes.
"Let me see that pussy of yours."
Drew, sitting back on her legs, parted her thighs and lifted up her skirt, exposing her brown muff. Sally licked her lips.
"Mmmmmmm. Looks delicious."
She sat up opposite Drew and inserted two fingers into her pussy, wiggling them around in there like live snakes. Drew shuddered and moaned.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Ticklish, huh?"
"Yes, very."
Sally removed her fingers and brought them up to Drew's lips. She smeared Drew's own juices on them, giving them a glistening coat.
"How does that taste?" Sally asked.
Drew's tongue darted out and in. "Good."
Sally leaned forward and kissed Drew. Her tongue came out and circled her lips, sopping up the juice that remained there.
"Mmmmmmmmm. You're right. You do taste good."
Shaken, Drew said nothing.
Sally leaned in for another kiss. This time her lips remained attached to Drew's, helped by powerful suction. Her tongue slithered into Drew's mouth and found a willing playmate. Around and around their warm, slippery organs danced, nuzzling, caressing, tasting each other's saliva. Electric sparks of lust were generated in the wet friction. Both women shook from head to foot.
Drew felt Sally's hands on her shoulders and found herself being slowly forced backward. Not resisting, she lay back on the bedsheets and allowed the other woman to mount her. As they continued kissing, Sally's naked pussy ground into hers, jerking forward as if she had a cock on the end of it instead of a clit. Drew shivered and moaned as if she had been penetrated nonetheless. Sally's cunt lips felt hot and wet as they kissed hers. Drew could not believe the thrills which coursed through her body, originating from that point of contact.
Slowly, methodically, Sally began fucking her with her pussy. She pressed down so hard with it that their enlarged clits were sometimes able to meet. When this happened, spasms rocked both of their bodies. Drew, unable to channel the energies surging through her, broke their prolonged kiss and gasped for breath. Sally nibbled on her earlobe and this sent her into even greater paroxysms of pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Drew moaned.
After giving Drew's earlobe a final, thrilling lick, Sally's mouth began to travel downward, tracing the line of her neck and then surmounting her round mountains of flesh, heaving with the struggle to bring air to her lungs. Naturally, Sally had to scoot her body down to accomplish this move, so both women's pussies parted company. Drew fucked Sally's lower abdomen instead, smearing the supple flesh with her warm excretions, while the blonde lifted her top over her head. Sally's mouth fell on her revealed tits, sucking on her hard nipples and then kissing and licking and finally biting the softer flesh surrounding them. Drew squirmed under the tactile assault, her nerves overloaded on the stimuli. The itch in her cunt intensified into a burning yearning.
"Eat me out, Sally!" she gasped. "Eat me out! I want to cum so bad! I have to cum or else I'll go insane!"
Obligingly, Sally's mouth slipped down to cover her pussy, which she pried open with her tongue. Sally had a long tongue-a Jenny McCarthy tongue-and she stuffed all of it up Drew's warm, pulpy tunnel. That tunnel flooded with vaginal juice as Sally's tongue touched her G-spot. Drew's hips bucked as if she had been touched with an electric cattle prod instead of living tissue. Sally twirled that tongue around and around inside her, licking her vaginal walls, which quivered and contracted rhythmically under the assault. Drew felt her control rapidly slipping away. Within moments she felt the first tremors of her coming orgasm.
"Oh, God, I'm cumming!" she cried. "I'm cumming!"
The earthquake struck with a magnitude unregisterable by the Richter scale. Drew's body buckled under the impact. She let out a scream that could shatter glass. Sally threw her body over Drew's as it began to thrash around on the bed, trying to hold her down. She covered Drew's mouth with her hands to try to muffle her scream.
"Hush!" she said. "People will hear!"
But Drew couldn't stop herself. The pleasurable pain was too intense. She became unreachable by the mortal world. As her body bucked and thrashed, her mind soared high among the clouds of La-La land. Sally gave up her efforts to tame Drew and just clung to her, her beautiful naked body bouncing along with hers, and waited for her to come down from wherever she was.
That took nearly forever.
Gradually, Drew's consciousness re-inhabited her body. She found herself panting and covered in sweat. Her eyes focused on the woman lying on top of her. She looked vaguely familiar.
"Where was I?" she asked.
"In heaven, by the looks of it," Sally responded.
"Jesus, your tongue! I think that was better than the sex I had with Beverly."
"Who?"
"Beverly. She's a cocktail waitress I met. My brother made me have sex with her while he watched."
"Kinky. I would have liked to have been a part of that."
Drew sat up, an idea occurring to her. "Hey, do you like having sex with men as much as women."
"More, actually."
"Then I'd like you to meet my brother. I think you two would hit it off great."
"What does he look like."
"like me, only male."
Sally smiled. "Then I would definitely like to meet him."
Drew's hands came down and squeezed the blonde's buttocks. The two of them soon started kissing again.
CHAPTER NINE
Brian sat despondently at the blackjack table, fingering his chips. The fact that his stacks of reds and greens had grown steadily over the past hour did not cheer up him much.
"Bet please."
Brian placed four red chips on the betting square. The dealer dealt him a hand totaling eighteen. He stood. She busted on a sixteen.
"You win again," she said, and counted out four more red chips for him.
The dealer was a tall, shapely redhead in her early thirties. Her green eyes smoldered with sexual hunger as she stared at Brian, who was the lone player at the table. Brian hardly noticed her, though she was trying hard to be noticed by him. His mind was focused inward on his own problems.
Moving automatically, his hand stacked his winnings on top of his old bet. He now had forty dollars riding. The dealer dealt him thirteen. She had a ten card showing. One part of his brain told him that he had to hit his hand.
"Give me an eight," he sighed, not at all hopeful.
Surprisingly, she gave him an eight. He glanced at it only briefly, however. His eyes had caught a suspicious movement of her hands. He could have sworn he had seen her deal him the bottom card rather than the top one. He looked up into her face for the first time that day, and saw it smiling back at him.
"You play very good blackjack," she said. "You know exactly which cards to ask for."
It occurred to Brian that she was cheating the house to help him win, had perhaps been doing it from the start. But why? He didn't have to ask that question twice. Looking into her eyes gave him the answer. She was obviously attracted to him.
Brian's heart started beating rapidly. He just now noticed what a desirable woman she was.
"I've had some schooling," he stammered, trying to sound suave, but missing by a mile.
Her smile widened. "How nice."
They continued playing. Brian's mind was now awake and focused on the game. He won four out of every five hands, thanks to the dealer's cheating, which she did not bother to hide. He kept his bets down to twenty and thirty dollars, not wanting to appear greedy. He tipped the dealer heavily on every other hand, which she thanked him for. Yet he knew instinctively that money was not what she wanted from him.
"Are you a model?" she suddenly asked after he had cashed in a blackjack.
He was caught off guard by the question. "Uh, no. Why?"
"I was just wondering. You're very handsome. I thought for sure you must be a model."
"Well, I'm not."
"You should go down to an agency. They'll hire you on the spot."
"How do you know?"
"Because I know what they're looking for. I used to be a model."
This captured Brian's interest. "Really."
"Uh-huh."
Brian looked at her more closely. "You know, I thought there was something about you which I recognized. What magazines have you appeared in?"
"Hustler. Club. Chic. Swank."
Brian's face turned red. "Yeah, I guess I have seen you before." And then: "Do you still model?"
"No. If I was I wouldn't be dealing blackjack, would I? I'm too old now. Male readers want to see new faces and bodies. After you appear in all the magazines, as I did, the industry considers you used up."
"Their loss, not yours."
She smiled. "You sure know how to sweet talk a girl, don't you?"
He smiled and shrugged. She dealt the next hand, which he won. She began shuffling the deck.
"What's your name?" he asked.
She pointed to the name tag on her left tit. "It's right here, honey."
"Oh. Janet. Nice to meet you, Janet."
He found that his eyes did not want to leave that name tag.
"-likewise, stranger."
He chuckled. "You can call me Brian. That's my name."
"Do you have a girlfriend, Brian?"
"Uh, yes. Well, no. I just broke up with my girlfriend-sort of."
"So you're sort of with her and sort of without her. I know how it goes with relationships, which is why I try to avoid any deep entanglements. I guess that explains why you've been acting so mopey."
"It's a very complicated situation. I can't even explain it to myself."
Janet, finished shuffling the deck, abruptly set it aside without dealing. Her eyes bored into Brian's. He flinched from their searing, sexual intensity.
"Listen," she said, "I get off work in four hours. If you feel like some company this afternoon, why don't you stop by my trailer home? I live across the river in Bullhead City."
The directness of the proposition caught Brian unprepared. The fact was he was a virgin to the subtle arts of the mating game. He had never had sex with anyone other than Drew. Though he had received plenty of tempting offers before, he had turned them all down. The reason for this was simple: he was frightened of other women, other lovers. They were an unknown commodity to a young man who craved a safe and secure life. He had grown up watching his mother go from man to man and job to job and place to place and never get anywhere. Her beauty and spirit faded with each lover. None of them, not even the father of her children, had stuck around long enough to offer her a stabilizing anchor in the stormy sea of life. Brian had sex with Drew because he was more than just attracted to her, because she was more than just readily available. She represented the only family he had left in this world and he was desperate to hold it together. Sex, to him, acted like the cement. He was afraid of being alone.
Yet now Drew, for whatever reasons she had, wanted to pursue other lovers. Consequently, if Brian wanted sex, he had to do the same thing. He desired Janet very much.
He searched his mind frantically for an appropriate comeback to her proposition, something witty that would show he was not just some pushover sex object but a force to be reckoned with in the world.
"What's your address?" he asked.
CHAPTER TEN
Brian smoothed down his freshly-washed hair, smelled his underarms to make sure his deodorant was still working, adjusted his clothes for a more comfortable fit on his body, and then rapped on the trailer door.
"Come in!" he heard a muffled voice yell from within.
He opened the door and stepped inside. He did not have to look long to find Janet. She was sitting right there in front of him upon the sofa, naked, long legs crossed over her pussy. Actually, he saw two Janets sitting on the sofa, one on either end. Their postures and they way they looked at him were identical. Brian blinked several times but the second Janet would not go away. Finally, he decided it wasn't his imagination after all.
"Twins?" he asked.
Both sisters nodded in unison.
"Holy Christ! Janet, you didn't tell me you had a twin."
"My name's Cindy," said the woman he was looking at. "She's Janet."
"Yes, I'm Janet, though sometimes we swap names and pretend to be the other."
Brian's mind was reeling. "Did you.. .did you intend for me to have sex with both of you?"
Cindy turned to Janet. "He catches on quick, doesn't he, sister?"
"Yes. I chose him for his intelligence as well as his good looks."
The two women rose up and approached Brian. Suddenly tearful, he had to resist the impulse to back away. They grabbed his arms and half-dragged him into the adjoining bedroom. There they released him and posed before him.
"Now, which one of us would you like first?" Janet asked. She had a hand on one arching hip while the other one caressed the soft underside of one fat tit.
Brian tound himself tongue-tied. He had never been in a situation like this before and didn't know how to act. "Uh.. .uh.. . . "
Cindy thrust her pelvis forward and spread her cunt lips wide for him. like her twin sister, her bush was trimmed into a neat triangle above her genitalia. "Look at how I juice for you," she said, eyes dancing. "'I deserve you more than my sister."
"Uh.. .uh.. . . "
Janet, not to be outdone, dipped two fingers into her own overflowing snatch and smeared the juice all over her breasts. "Now wouldn't you just love to devour my luscious tits?" she asked. "Believe me, I cum much harder than Cindy. Just the thought of your tongue on my nipples makes me shiver in delight."
"Uh.. .uh.. .uh.. . . " Cindy turned around and bent over, gripping her wide-flung ankles. Brian could see her breasts dangling between her legs. Her upside-down face smiled at him. "You can do me in the ass if you want. Janet doesn't like anal sex as much as I do."
Brian felt himself totally overwhelmed by these two competing beauties. They weren't anything like his sister, who was saucy but safe. He had a sudden, frightening vision of what befell the male black widow spider when he attempted to copulate with the female. Quite often, he was eaten alive.
His feet started to propel him backwards. Alarmed, the two sisters rushed forward and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Now don't you try to run away on us," Janet said. "We have a whole afternoon planned around you."
Brian groaned as he was taken to the bed. But despite the fact he was shaking in trepidation his dick was fully erect. At least one part of him was ready for the experience of his life.
The twins laid him on the satin covers between them. Their hands began to quickly and efficiently peel off his clothes. First went his shirt, then his shoes and socks. Cindy encountered some difficulty in removing his pants, however.
"I can't get his pants off," she told her sister. 'They seem to be hung up on his prick."
"Unbutton them."
"I can't. There's not enough slack."
"Here, let me help you."
Janet pushed Brian's cock down to loosen the tension on his waistband. The button came undone. "There!" Cindy said. "Thanks, sis."
"Don't mention it."
Soon they had his pants and the rest of his clothes off. They sat back and stared down at his naked body like two meat shoppers.
"Delicious," Cindy said. "I don't think I've ever seen such a gorgeous hunk of man."
"You know I always bring back top quality."
"I commend your eye. I hope he tastes as good as he looks."
Cindy's fingers curled around his dick and her mouth bent down to take it in. Suddenly, panicking, he pushed her away and sat up.
"My, my," Janet commented, "you're a skittish one, aren't you?"
Brian's heart was pounding out an African rhythm on the walls of his chest. This was all happening too fast for him. He didn't want to admit that his response had been automatic and prompted by unreasoned fear, so he said: "Let me see you two get it on first."
Cindy's eyes lit up at that suggestion. "He wants a show!"
Janet smiled down at him. "We can give you that. We're good at putting on shows."
Their eyes slowly turned to fasten on each other. What happened next was much akin to synchronized swimming, only this time sex was the sport.
Moving in perfect unison, watching each other, their hands came up to caress their breasts. Janet and Cindy had such appetizing breasts. They were as big as Drew's, though perhaps not as perfectly rounded. Their nipples, however, were taller and fatter, the perfect size for sucking on. Brian watched them stiffen into miniature towers as the twin sisters lightly traced them with their fingertips. Goosebumps appeared in the surrounding flesh, which was whiter than on any other part of their bodies.
"Wow," Brian whispered to himself, enraptured by the scene taking place on either side of his bobbing cock. He quite forgot his fear of a moment earlier.
The twins, still copying each other's movements, parted their thighs and stroked them. Though not as wonderful as his sister's, they were lovely thighs. They began by massaging their sides and slowly worked their way inwards. Brian could see that their pussies were inflamed and dripping. He tensed in anticipation as their hands closed on those juice-factories, but they did not go in. At the last moment their hands veered off, coming upwards to cup their tits, which seemed to have doubled in size during the last few moments. Hungrily, they each sucked a nipple into their mouths.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," they murmured in unison, enjoying their own taste.
Brian groaned. The wet sounds they made drove him wild with yearning.
After about a minute, both females released the nipple in their mouths and went on to lick and suck the other one. Their snaking tongues made wide circles around the pink, hardened flesh. The goose-bumps thickened on their orbs and spread to other parts of their bodies. When they were done, both nipples had a shiny new coating of saliva.
"Oh man," Brian breathed. He had a sudden craving to suck those nipples himself, yet he held back so that he could watch what happened next.
Janet and Cindy, their eyes glued to each other's, parted their thighs a little more and lowered their hands. This time they did not hesitate to dip a finger into their wet cunts.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," they moaned and squirmed.
Brian saw that their clits were as erect as his cock, but they ignored the tiny, quivering organs. They thrust their index fingers as deep as they could into their cunts. When they came out again a moment later, they were wetter then their nipples. Brian had an idea of what they would do next, but was surprised when they stuffed their fingers into each other's mouths rather than into their own. They licked the nectar off of each other's fingers, then went down on them as if they were small cocks, licking and sucking and taking their entire lengths into their warm, wet mouths.
"Mmmmm," they murmured, one after the other.
Impossibly, Brian's dick grew another inch as he watched them. The skin was so taut it hurt. He thought that it would explode unless he did something with it quick. Yet still he held back, mesmerized.
Abruptly, the synchronicity of the twins dissolved. Wild, animal abandon took control of their bodies. Cindy lay back and offered Janet her pussy, which was now dripping juice onto the covers at a furious rate. Janet immediately dived in for a feast, sucking her sister's enlarged clit into her mouth with a loud slurp.
"Ah!" Cindy gasped.
She bucked and twisted, deliciously tortured. Her face contorted into a grimace of pleasurable pain. Her breasts heaved as her breathing became erratic. Sweat shimmered on her skin.
Brian groaned, having his own form of torture to deal with. Janet's supple belly lay directly across his cock. The sinuous rolling of her abdominal muscles as she swallowed her sister's lube tantalized him. Unable to help himself, he grabbed her by the ass and the back of the neck and began bucking his hips back and forth, fucking her belly. Her skin was warm and soft and slick with perspiration. Exquisite friction was generated as his hard shaft rubbed across her midriff like a bow on a cello. The vibrating music he felt overwhelmed his senses. He gnashed his teeth together and fought the impulse to cum on the spot.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned.
He had to admit it, these twins excited him more than he had ever dreamed possible. One part of his brain thanked his sister for giving him the freedom to pursue sex with others.
Janet was really eating her sister out now. Her tongue delved deep into Cindy's pussy and came back out to lick her rigid clit and siphon her tasty juices into her mouth. As she went down on her identical twin, both her hands played with a breast, tugging on and squeezing Cindy's nipples. The stimulation was almost too much for the poor female to bear. Eyes closed, she swayed her head from side to side while her hips rocked back and forth over the balls of her feet, which were tucked underneath her ass. She fucked Janet's face as much as Janet's dextrous tongue fucked her, smearing her juices all over her chin and cheeks and nose. Her upper body, pillared on both arms, undulated.
"Oh God, sister," she moaned. "You eat me out the way I would eat myself out."
Brian continued to fuck Janet's belly. As he did so, his left hand explored the soft contours of her ass and thighs. Her white skin was flushed and warmed by the radiating heat of her cunt. Brian thrust two fingers into the hot, salivating opening and was rewarded with a nice shudder. She was ripe for being fucked, and his tool was ready for it. There was no shyness left in him as he acted on his impulse.
He rolled out from underneath Janet, knelt between her legs, and raised her ass to the level of his cock. Busy eating her sister, she seemed oblivious to him, but that soon changed. Holding on to both her hips, he slammed his cock deep into her pussy.
"Oh!" she cried.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," Brian sighed.
He allowed his dick to drink in her warmth for a moment more and then slammed into her again, jarring another gasp out of her throat. He felt her hot juices splash his balls as they squirted out of her cunt, which tightened possessively around his cock. She twisted her head around to smile at him. Her lips were coated with her sister's leakage.
"Took you long enough."
Brian said nothing, could say nothing. The animal in him had taken control. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and forced her face back down into Cindy's pussy. With Janet thus secured, he then began fucking her fast and furiously. All of her soft parts-her breasts, her thighs, her buttocks jiggled as their bodies slapped violently together. Persecuted by delicious pain, she bit down on her twin's clit.
"Holy Mary!" Cindy shouted.
Already on the threshold of orgasm, she quickly went over the edge. Her scream of ecstasy was loud enough to shatter glass. Her body bucked and twisted violently, no longer responding to commands from her brain. Brian pushed Janet's face down harder on her pussy, and she humped it frantically, while at the same time trying to recoil from her sister's provoking teeth and tongue. Finally, with a tremendous push, she did manage to break free. She rolled off the bed and flopped around on the floor for a few minutes, holding her hands over her cunt as if she had just been kicked there. Yet it was not pain she experienced but intense, blistering pleasure. Her sensory system could not handle it--. It was completely overloaded.
Then her climax burned itself out. Exhausted, she lay still on the floor, breathing heavily.
Brian thought she would be out of it for a while, so he turned his full attention to the woman he now had his dick in. No longer burdened with the task of eating her sister, she was now fucking him as much as he was fucking her. Each of his forward strokes was met with a hard backward one of her own. She wanted to take him as deep as she could. A loud squish met his ears every time their genitals impacted. Brian's cock was being deliciously tickled. He gritted his teeth and tried to hold off the pain of orgasm as long as possible, but the task proved too great for even his Casanova skills.
"I'm going to cum," he announced. "I'm going to cum."
"Go on," Janet said, "shoot your creamy spunk into my twat! I'm ready for you." She stopped rocking back and forth and instead held her hips rock still.
Brian felt to moment arrive.
"Oh God!" he cried.
He slammed his cock forward violently as his semen burst out from the end of it. This eruption triggered Janet's own orgasm, and her scream was as loud as her sister's had been a moment before. Her pulsating cunt tightened fiercely around Brian's cock, and her hips began moving again to match his violent, erratic stabbing motions. The pressure she exerted squeezed the semen right out of Brian, and he loved it. Spurt after spurt was deposited deep into her pussy, filling up every niche and then escaping out the sides. He closed his eyes and groaned, luxuriating in the warm, throbbing waves of pleasure that rolled through his body.
Eventually, the orgasmic storm passed. Panting, every inch of them covered with sweat. Brian and Janet pulled apart. He collapsed backward onto his back; she collapsed forward onto her stomach. They were spent by their labors. For a moment, he amused himself with caressing her feet and calves as he recovered his breath, his eyes watching white drool slowly ooze out of her pussy, which still twitched occasionally. He sighed.
"That was the best sex I had since.. . . " he began.
"Since when?" Janet murmured.
Brian decided to toss caution to the wind and blurt it out. ". . .since the first time I fucked my sister."
She turned around to look at him. "You fuck your sister?" He nodded. "How gross!"
"Hey! Who the hell are you to judge? I just watched you eating your sister out!"
"That's different. Sex with my identical twin is more like masturbating."
He frowned, not seeing the point. She smiled.
"Hey, don't take me seriously. I'm only kidding you. I dig that kinky stuff. Give your sister that nice hard cock for me when you see her."
Suddenly, Cindy was climbing back onto the bed, apparently fully recovered from her ordeal. She rudely rolled Janet out of the way and knelt down between Brian's legs. Only she was facing away from him, not toward him. She brought her hands back and parted her ass cheeks to expose her puckered anus. She waited.
"What's this?" Brian asked.
"Time to give me my enema," Cindy said.
Confused, Brian looked to his left and his right. "I don't see anything to give it with."
"Your dick, Einstein! I want a sperm enema!"
"Oh."
"Wait a second. She needs lubrication."
Janet came forward with a jar of Vaseline. She dipped her fingers into it and began smearing it around Cindy's hole.
As far as Brian was concerned, nobody had asked him if he was willing to give a sperm enema. He wasn't even sure he had any sperm left to give. "I haven't done this before," he protested.
"Then you're in for a treat," Janet said. "Cindy is the best ass-fuck you can find anywhere. Doesn't hurt her a bit, does it, doll?"
"Not a bit," Cindy said cheerfully. "You can just bang away."
"It's too early," Brian said. But then he saw that was a lie. His cock, miraculously, was rising from the dead. His body was responding to what he was seeing. Janet was making a show of preparing her sister for him. Her fingers circled slowly around her butt-hole, greasing it with the Vaseline. As she did that with her right hand, her left hand was tickling her sister's clit, which was getting large and erect again. She rubbed both sides of her face on Cindy's smooth cheeks, delighting in their silky feel. Her tongue came out to lick her skin and then followed her crevice down to her anus to help spread the lubricant. Apparently, she didn't mind the taste of the stuff. Then she stabbed two fingers deep into Cindy's ass. Cindy squirmed and moaned at the sudden intrusion.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Brian watched as Janet's fingers went in and out of her, shiny and well-lubricated by the Vaseline. Cindy's anus rhythmically tightened and then relaxed around her invading digits. Her breathing deepened and her body rocked back and forth slowly, deliciously aroused. Brian, lying flat on his back with his head pillowed on his clasped hands, watched in hypnotic fascination as her fat tits swayed invitingly underneath her. In no time at all his cock was fully erect, bobbing up and down in tune to his fast-beating heart. He sat up, deciding that he did not want to watch from the sidelines any longer.
"Okay, what do I do?" he asked Janet. "Nothing. We changed our minds. Cindy-likes this better. You can go home now."
"Like hell."
He stood up on his knees and walked over to them. Janet made way for him. As she removed her lingers, he placed the knob of his penis against Cindy's anus. Yet he did not try to penetrate her. Her hole seemed ludicrously small to him.
"Gimme some of that Vaseline," he said.
Janet laughed. "I thought you didn't want to do this?"
"I changed my mind."
Janet grabbed his cock around the trunk and began spreading a fresh glob of lubricant along its entire length with her other hand. Brian shuddered as her fingers ran up and down him, tickling his nerve endings.
"Jesus!" he cried, flinching.
Janet held on tightly. "Still sensitive?"
"You better believe it!"
She finished lubricating him and then let go. "Work it into her slowly," Janet advised. "Her ass has to get used to its size."
"Okay."
He pushed the tip of his dick into her and encountered immediate resistance. Cindy gasped and squirmed. Reflexively, her powerful bowel muscles tried to expel him. Brian gripped her hips tightly and held still to keep that from happening. Then Cindy suddenly relaxed, expelling air.
"Try spiraling it into her," Janet said. "It might be easier."
Brian began moving his hips around in tight little circles, sort of like a drill. His hard drill bit began to steadily sink into Cindy. She continued to wiggle, as if her ass were a glove trying his cock on for size. Rhythmically, her bowel muscles contracted and relaxed, contracted and relaxed. On each contraction, he grunted, for her grip was crushing. On each relaxation, he pushed a little deeper into her. He found that the Vaseline really helped to smooth out the friction. Finally, he was all the way inside her. Cindy sighed and loosened up completely. He smiled, unbelievable titillated. He had his dick in a woman's ass, and it felt good.
"Now pump her slowly," Janet advised.
"Shut up, Sis!" Cindy said. "You can ride me as hard as you like. My rectum is like elastic."
Brian tested that theory by backing almost completely out of her and then stabbing back into her-hard.
"Ow!" she cried, recoiling from his cock.
Brian was immediately regretful and solicitous. "Are you all right?" he asked. "Did I hurt you?"
"Yes, a little, but it also felt good. Maybe you shouldn't fuck me that hard, okay?"
"Okay."
Brian began fucking her at a slow pace. Her bowel muscles were now completely relaxed, allowing his dick to slide in and out of her smoothly. He found that he liked the tight fit of her ass-hole. It rubbed his cock with delicious friction, causing every nerve ending along it to awaken and tingle.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," he moaned, a statement that was immediately echoed by Cindy.
"That's the way to fuck her, stud," Janet said. "Ram that beautiful dick deep into her ass. Make her cum out her mouth."
Brian, encouraged, picked up the pace a little.
Janet, aroused, sat back on her haunches, spread her thighs wide, and began to masturbate while she watched the action.
Cindy, responding to the compulsion of nature, began rocking her hips back and forth, matching
Brian stroke for stroke. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated all of her being on the physical sensations he induced in Her. Yet an ass-fuck alone, while titillating, was not enough to bring her to orgasm. For that she needed more direct stimulation. Propping her upper body up on one elbow, she reached back and spread her cunt lips open with her thumb and index finger, allowing Brian's balls to bang directly against her erect clit. She shivered in delight, feeling the soft impacts not just in her cunt but in the rest of her body as well. The strain of a sexual climax began to build steadily in her.
Janet's tweaking of her own clit began to have its effect on her. Small shudders rocked her body as the tip of her index finger lightly and rhythmically rubbed the rigid, oily organ. She no longer had control of her hips. They moved around and around in a tight little circle, hungering to generate more of the sweet electricity which all of her body craved. She was leaking vaginal juice onto the covers at a furious rate. Her breasts heaved as her lungs worked overtime to supply oxygen to her fast-beating heart. With her free hand, she touched one of her hard, tingling nipples, which were now as erect as her clit. The shock of the contact caused a pre-orgasmic spasm to rock her body.
"Ah!" she gasped, her pussy contracting around her fingers.
Brian looked from one woman to the other, enjoying what he saw. Though he did not consider them to be as beautiful as his sister, Janet and Cindy closely rivaled her in looks. Certainly their sexual expertise was greater. The twins had an appetite for sex which truly astounded him. Brian had not experienced so much intense pleasure since the first time he had fucked Drew, when his fear and awe of her virgin body had, in a strange way, added to his excitement.
He thought of how wonderful it would be to have his dick in Drew's gorgeous ass, humping her the way he now humped Cindy, and suddenly that image of Drew in his mind made him want to ejaculate.
His hands tightened on Cindy's waist, and his cock paused in mid-stroke. He felt that moving it one more fraction of an inch would quickly send him over the edge.
"I'm going to cum," he said through gritted teeth. "I can't hold it any longer. I'm going to cum. I want to cum."
"Cum in my ass!" Cindy shouted, as if afraid he was going to take his cock out of her. "Cum in my ass!"
"I will." He slammed his cock all the way forward. "Here I c-c-c-c-cuuuuuuum."
Brian groaned as his jism exploded out of him in hot, pulsating spurts. As it filled up every empty space in her rectum, Cindy's own intense orgasm was sparked. She let out a lusty scream.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, gaaaaaaawd!"
Her ass clamped down tightly on Brian's dick. He screamed in pain. Her grip was excruciating. He attempted to remove" his cock, but failed. Her strong bowel muscles held him in and sucked the semen right out of his balls. Then her hips began to buck out of control, wildly, savagely. like a male and female dog joined together, Brian was forced to follow Cindy as she carried him around and around the bed, lost in the throes of orgasm. She seemed to want to escape his provoking instrument of delight, while at the same time not daring to let go of it. They fell off the bed and somehow she landed on top of Brian, still connected to him at the waist. He watched her jerk up and down on his cock, ecstatic in her movements, until her orgasm finally expended itself. Then she toppled off him and lay beside him on her back, chest heaving.
Brian sighed in relief. His own pleasure had been overshadowed by Cindy's wild joy ride. He had thought that women were supposed to experience the pain, not men.
The sound of Janet's laughter came to his ears. "So, Brian, what do you think of anal sex?"
Brian sat up to look at her. She was still on the bed, thighs spread, humping the air while she fingered her clit. "I was afraid my pecker was going to break off."
She chuckled. "Yes, that's my sweet Cindy for you. But you enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"Yes," he admitted.
Then Janet's chuckle turned into a gasp as her orgasm finally overtook her. Her hips began rocking back and forth more furiously. She squirted pussy juice all over the place.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, eyes wide at the potency of her pleasure.
Brian watched her perform orgasmic gymnastics for a moment and then began collecting his clothes. He could end up fucking these women all day if he didn't watch himself, and he really wanted to find Drew.
She was his real woman.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After a morning spent having sex with Sally, Drew found that she was ravenously hungry. Sometime around noon she left the blonde and went down to the Yellow Rose's buffet restaurant for lunch.
The line to enter the restaurant was short. Only pensioners and retirees frequented Laughlin during the week, and they were not as numerous as the weekend tourists. She paid her money at the counter and walked towards the hostess, who would seat her.
"How many in your party?" the hostess asked.
Drew held up a finger. "Just one."
"No, two."
Drew turned around swiftly at the sound of Brian's voice. Only it wasn't Brian standing there. It was someone different, yet not unwelcome.
"I would have thought the high-priced gourmet restaurants would be more to your taste, Mr. Pook."
He smiled. "Occasionally, I enjoy mingling with the lower classes."
"Am I to assume that I'm low class?"
"No," he said, very seriously, "you're too good-looking to be low class."
Drew could not think of an appropriately witty response, so she just whispered, "Thanks."
"I'd like to join you for lunch, if it's not a problem."
Drew already felt her loins quivering in response to the man's presence. He was so handsome, and his eyes were uncannily like Brian's.
"No, it wouldn't be a problem at all, Mr. Pook."
"Tony. Call me Tony."
She smiled. She couldn't help herself.
"Okay, Tony."
The two followed the hostess to their table.
"Your waitress will be along shortly to take your beverage orders," she said, then departed.
They waited. The waitress-short, chubby, and bored-faced-arrived a minute later. Tony tried to order champagne but was refused.
"It's not on the buffet menu, sir."
"That's okay. I'll pay extra for it."
"I'm sorry, sir, it's not on the buffet menu."
He became a bit miffed. "Do you know who I am? I'm Anthony J. Pook! I gamble millions of dollars in this town every year, so the least you could do is give me some champagne."
She shook her head, blandly adamant. "I'm sorry, sir, but champagne is not on the buffet menu. Would you like to talk to the manager?"
Her eyes flashed at him as if that was some kind of threat. Tony sighed, suddenly tired of the whole thing.
"Never mind. I suppose it's not that important. I'll just have a Coke."
"Me too," Drew said. She had to suppress her amusement at the scene that had just taken place.
The waitress departed to fill their orders.
"If I had talked to her manager, I could have had her fired," Tony grumbled. "I should have had her fired."
"It's aggravating dealing with the lower classes, isn't it?"
"Yes," he agreed, too preoccupied with his thoughts of revenge to realize she was needling him.
"Perhaps next time you'll stick to your gourmet restaurants, where they'll treat you like the royalty you are."
He looked at her suddenly, spotting an opening. "Will you have dinner with me tonight?"
She smiled. "That depends on how lunch goes. Come on, I'm starved."
They rose and joined the food line, nicking up plates along the way. Tony was ahead of Drew and she watched him pick through the food. An expression of mild disgust was on his face, and hardly anything went on his plate. Abruptly. Drew giggled.
He turned to look at her. "What's so funny?"
"You are."
"Me?"
"Yes. You look so ridiculous standing there in your expensive three-piece suit sniffing through food that is obviously beneath you."
He looked around him. Most of the elderly patrons in line wore baggy trousers and T-shirts with gaudy designs and messages on them.
"Yes, I guess I do."
"Why don't you admit that the only reason you're here is because I am?" she teased.
"I have no trouble admitting that at all."
His frankness caught Drew off guard. She could think of no more teasing remarks after that. In silence, they returned to their table with loaded plates. Tony sat beside her rather than opposite her, which she thought odd. He did not touch his food, preferring instead to watch Drew eat hers, his chin propped up by his hand and arm. After a few minutes, Drew became unnerved by his constant study of her.
"Aren't you going to eat?" she asked.
"No."
"Why not?"
"I've already eaten. In fact, you were passing by my restaurant when I came out."
"So you followed me?"
He nodded. Then he put his hand on the bare flesh of her thigh, close to her naked cunt (for she still wore no underwear), and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I want you, babe. I want you desperately. Tonight."
Drew shivered. "Tonight? Why not now?"
Her breath was coming hot and fast. That hand on her thigh stimulated her. She was ready to fuck this man on the table.
"The action is always hottest at night."
"Oh."
Drew could think of nothing more to say after that. This man had a way of tying her tongue up into knots. She allowed him to stroke her smooth skin, enjoying the warmth and tingling generated by his touch.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," she sighed.
His hungry eyes bored into hers as he massaged her, filled with promises of greater pleasures to come.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Drew was taking a shower in the bathroom, preparing for her big date tonight, when Brian suddenly burst in, as naked as she was. He stepped into the stall with her.
"Brian, what are you doing?"
He pinned her up against the wall and attempted to pry apart her thighs with his knees. He had a huge erection. He covered her face and mouth with kisses, while his hands groped her large tits.
"Stop it!" Drew shouted, but he ignored her.
"Sis," he said excitedly between kisses, "I had the most awesome sexual experience! I fucked twins, Sis! Identical twins! Porno stars, no less! Aw, Sis, you should have been there! They were so beautiful, and their bodies were almost as exciting as yours. And I have you to thank for giving me the courage to pursue them."
Drew struggled unsuccessfully to remove his hands from her breasts. His cock was poking her mound as he tried to stick it in her. She was having difficulty breathing with all the kisses he was giving her. Finally, she managed to hold him away long enough for her to speak.
"Brian, why are you doing this? I told you I was a lesbian. I want to have sex with only women now."
"Aw, come on, Sis, you can't fool your brother. It didn't take me long to realize you were kidding."
"I wasn't kidding."
"Yes, you were," he persisted.
Now his lips and tongue were tracing her delicate neckline. Drew tried to control the reactions it induced in her body but couldn't. She shivered and moaned.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh."
His lips came back up to hers to peck on her once again. "You were trying to get back at me for forcing you to fuck that dyke cunt against your will, even though you wound up enjoying it, weren't you?"
"No," she said. Then, after he gave her a long, thrilling kiss, following by some delicious tweaking of her hardening nipples, she whispered, "Yes."
His hands came down to knead her fleshy ass and thighs, whose muscles were rapidly weakening in their ability to remain closed. "I know you, Sis," he said. "You and I are two of a kind. We're closer than mere lovers. We're brother and sister, and we love each other. We're inseparable."
"Yes." Drew's eyes were closed and her breathing was coming faster and faster.
"Now open up and let me fuck you."
She opened up. Immediately, without preamble, Brian's dick stabbed upwards into her cunt.
"Oh!" she cried, jumping.
"You like being fucked by your brother, don't you?" Brian teased her.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Say it out loud, so that the whole hotel can hear you."
"I LIKE BEING FUCKED BY MY BROTHER!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. "You love it."
"I LOVE IT!"
Brian thrust into her again, harder and deeper than before. Her body slid about two inches up the slick, tiled wall. Her feet dangled just above the floor. He held her there with his hot, throbbing cock. She grabbed his shoulders and squirmed on the end of it, deliciously suffering. His cock was so hot that even her gushing juices could not quench the fire it started in her. Her body demanded that it not be held in one place for too long lest it burn her.
"Fuck me, Brian. Fuck me."
Responding to her command, he began fucking her. He rammed his cock in and out of her with sure, steady strokes. Her breasts bounced up and down with each of his thrusts. Drew grabbed them to hold them still, and felt that her nipples had become hard and hot. Hotter even than the jets of water which pelted her body. Touching them made her whole body quiver with a fiery lust.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned.
She could not deny the truth to herself any longer. She loved her brother's cock, would always love it. Incest be damned. Even when she made love to others, thoughts of his beautiful, throbbing organ would-likely be in her mind. Brian was her first and greatest love. No one else could compare to the sweet, tender warmth she found in his arms.
When she eventually married, she would miss him so much.. .or keep on seeing him.
His pistoning dick generated currents of electricity in her cunt. She closed her eyes and held on to him tightly, moaning as the waves of pleasure spread throughout her body. Her white skin flushed a deep red. Her body was now completely under his control, moving when he moved, gasping for breath between each of his strokes. All of her soft parts, from her tits down to her shapely thighs, jiggled as their bodies slammed together. She did not have the strength to resist him; she did not want to resist him. She was weak and helpless in his arms, a trembling mass of female flesh. It was all so beautiful and erotic.
Oh, how I wish I had a sister to fuck as well! We could have such an exquisite threesome!
Just the thought of engaging in sex with someone else who was related to her quickly sent her over the edge. She let out an ear-splitting scream as her orgasm attacked every nerve cell in her body.
"I'm cumming! Oh, God, I'm cumming!"
Brian stopped fucking her. He watched in awe as his sister's naked body thrashed around on the end of his cock, moving beyond her control. It was like she was being electrocuted to death for the crime of committing sex. He grunted as her strong cunt muscles grabbed hold of his prick, throbbing as each of her multiple climaxes rushed through her body. She poured out juice at a furious rate. Brian's balls became saturated with the stuff. It dripped from his hairy sac to the metal floor, to be washed away and sucked down the drain by the water. His cock wanted desperately to unleash its load at this time but Brian, with a supreme effort of will, forestalled it. There was plenty of time for that later.
Slowly, Drew came down from her lusty high. With a shiver the last orgasmic wave left her body. She felt weak and drained, and was glad that her brother's cock was still there to hold her up. She hugged him tightly, resting her chin on her shoulder. She breathed heavily in and out.
"Oh, man, Brian. That was wonderful."
Now Brian removed his dick from her pussy. He held her up against the wall and sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting down on it gently.
"Ah!" Drew gasped.
She was still sensitive to his touch.
Brian licked her pink bud up and down, bathing it with saliva. It had been going limp, but now it hardened again. Then his tongue circled around and around it, traveling on a layer of spit much like a slug. On each revolution the circle widened, until soon all of her immense orb had been covered, and he started from the top again.
Drew resigned her body to the delicate massage. Her brother's tongue felt warm and soft and soothing on her skin. She released all her breath in a pent up sigh.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Brian moved to her other breast and repeated the same procedure there. As his tongue rolled over her skin, it dimpled her soft, pliant flesh pleasantly. Drew felt her passions being ignited again. This time Drew could not help herself. She grabbed the back of his head and pressed his face into her tit. She moaned ecstatically as his lips and tongue movements increased. He shook his head rapidly from side to side. Eventually, she realized she was suffocating him in her warm pillow of flesh and let go.
"Jesus!" he muttered, gasping for air. "You almost killed me!"
Drew shrugged her shoulders apologetically.
He attacked her nipple again, more cautiously this time, but he did not stay there long. His lips began a long, slow, sensuous journey downward. He kissed her belly and navel, stimulating her, causing goose bumps to erupt on her skin. His tongue came out and plowed through the sodden curls of her bush. Drew's mound trembled with anticipatory energy. Then he was covering her swollen cunt lips with his mouth. His tongue parted them and licked her clit, now as erect as his cock. Electric tingles shot through Drew's system, frying her nerve endings with pain both torturous and comforting. She moaned and gyrated her hips around his probing pink prick. She loved it when her brother ate her out.
"Ohhhhhh, Brian, that feels so gooooooood!"
He grabbed her ass cheeks and held her still while he delved into her. Her pussy was mass producing juice again. He slurped it up as fast as it came, allowing very little of it to escape. To Drew, the wet sucking sounds that he made were music to her ears, stimulating her to even greater production of cock lubricant. Brian's face bore the brunt of her flood and soon became drenched. He had to break away and gasp for air numerous times. But always he came back to siphon off her overflow and swipe at her clit with his tongue.
Drew felt her second cum building quickly. This surprised her, because she was only about four minutes removed from her last one. She gritted her teeth and tried to withstand the pressure, so that Brian could pleasure himself longer. She succeeded in holding it off for another minute or so, and then she could endure it no longer. Her cunt craved immediate relief.
"Brian," she gasped, "I want your cock in me now!"
He did not hesitate to oblige her, because he had the same need to satisfy. He stood up, turned her to face the shower head, bent her over, and shoved his dick deep into her pussy. As he did this, he pulled back hard on her long brown hair, forcing her head up to face the oncoming jets of hot water.
"Ow!" she cried, a sound that came out half-gargled.
Then she abruptly orgasmed.
Brian fucked her fast and furiously as her body bucked and twisted and tried to escape from his. He was eager to shoot his load into her while she was cumming, but he was still quite a few strokes away from that. Then he had a sudden inspiration. He closed his eyes and thought back to the time when he had first fucked his sister. He relived that glorious moment when his cock had first entered her pussy and busted her cherry, and that seemed to do the trick. Instantly, his dick swelled and blew a huge cannon blast of semen into Drew's pulsating twat. She cried out as it invaded and blistered her insides. Then she began fucking Brian more than he was fucking her. Her cunt tightened around his cock to suck out more of his hot fluid from his balls.
Gradually, their animal movements came to a halt as their climaxes exhausted themselves. They sank down and sat on the metal floor of the shower stall. Their bodies were feverish and blotchy. Drew, mustering some energy, reached over and turned off the water. Now the only sound left was their panting.
"Oh, man," she breathed. "That was absolutely incredible."
Brian wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled her neck. "It shouldn't have come as a surprise. You know your brother knows how to fuck you."
"Yes." She dipped a finger into the river of semen oozing out of her pussy and stuffed it into her mouth. "Mmmmmmmmm. You taste so good."
Brian's hands came down to stroke her inner thighs. After just a few moments of this, she could feel his erection returning again, creeping up her backside, and she knew he was ready for another go at it.
"Drew, I know I've never asked this of you before, but I would really like to fuck you in the ass. Can I fuck you in the ass?"
She thought about it for a moment. "Okay. You know I'll do anything for you."
He began kissing her. Then, suddenly, both of them were startled by a loud knocking on their hotel room door.
"Who could that be?" Drew asked.
"Fucked if I know," Brian said, irritated. "Go answer it."
"Why me?"
"Because you're a woman and must do as your man tells you."
Drew rolled her eyes, climbed to her feet, and walked out of the bathroom, not bothering to wrap a towel around herself. She yanked the door open.
"Yes?" she asked.
There were three uniformed men standing in the hallway outside. They had looks of self-importance, but that quickly changed into astonishment as they stared at Drew's naked, dripping body.
"Hotel security, ma'am," the foremost of them managed to say. "Someone reported a scream."
"Oh! That was just me. I was being fucked in the shower by my brother."
If possible, the men's eyes widened even more at that. None of them could say a word. They just stood there and stared at her, mesmerized by her beauty.
"Is there anything wrong?" Drew finally prompted them.
The foremost security officer's eyes were riveted to her large, swelling breasts. He had a dream-like expression on his face. "What?" he asked. Then he woke up with a start. "Oh, no, ma'am! We were just checking out a complaint. You can go back to your, uh, your, uh.. .well, you know. But please keep your screaming down, okay? There are people trying to sleep."
"Yes, okay. Thank you, sir."
"Thank you, ma'am," he said.
She closed the door in their smiling faces and went back into the bathroom.
"Now what was that you were saying about fucking me in the ass?" she asked her brother.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Drew rattled the dice in her hand and let them fly.
"Eleven!" the stickman called out. "Another win for the do betters!"
The do betters whooped and hollered. Drew smiled. She had a hot streak going and they were cashing in on her luck. The lone don't bettor at the craps table, an old, sour-faced man, scowled and took another fifty dollar bill out of his wallet to buy more chips.
Tony was doing so well that most of his hundred dollar chips had been replaced with thousand dollar ones. Even so, there was hardly enough room for them in his chip rack as well.
"Here," he said to Drew, handing her one of the orange chips he had just won.
"Uh.. .thanks."
She stuffed the chip in her bra. Already quite a few orange and black chips nestled there. At first she had tried refusing them, not wanting to give the impression she was only interested in Tony for his money, but he had been insistent. Though she had not counted her stash, she estimated that she was now a fairly wealthy lady.
Drew could feel the long, roaming looks that the men at the table gave her. She knew she was an absolute knockout in the black sequined dress that Tony had bought her. It fit her curvaceous body perfectly, hugging her narrow waist and ballooning out on top to accommodate her large breasts. Amazingly, no custom, on-site tailoring had been needed. Tony's eyes had been tape measure enough. He had ordered the gown by phone, giving the exact specifications. He had actually had it flown in from Las Vegas, along with a pair of matching black high heels. Drew's mind reeled at the expense involved, but it was a great dress, the best she had ever worn. The hem was short enough to expose her thighs in all of their naked glory, just the way she liked itand the way men liked it. She tried not to bend over as she tossed the dice, however. like earlier this morning, she wore no underwear. She found that she liked the way the air gave her cunt lips such a delicious tickle as it brushed past them.
The craps players were yelling at her to hurry up and toss the dice, which had once again been passed to her by the stickman. They were eager to get on with the business of winning, and Drew did not blame them. Winning, she had found out, was almost as exciting as sex. She had not known that craps was such an erotic game. She found herself becoming aroused by the happy hub-bub of deep male voices, the quick blur of hands upon the table, and the constant clink of chips.
She kissed the dice and then tossed them.
"Four! Mark four!"
The evil don't bettor smiled to himself. Four was not craps, but it was a difficult point to make. A shooter was twice as-likely to seven-out.
Tony, however, had confidence in Drew. Unhesitating, he placed a two-thousand dollar bet on Hard Way four. He also took double odds on his Pass Line bet. Everyone else did the same except the stubborn don't bettor.
Tony's hand slid up Drew's thigh, underneath her dress, and squeezed her left ass cheek. "Good luck," he said.
Along with the pressure of Tony's hand, she felt the pressure of his expectations-of everybody's expectations. For the first time a nervous knot developed in her stomach. More money than ever was now riding on her. Some of the men, hoping to retire on one roll, were betting everything they had. She didn't want to contemplate what their reaction might be if the law of percentages suddenly caught up with her and she rolled a seven. She closed her eyes, whispered a short prayer to her almighty Maker, and then tossed the dice.
"Four!" the stickman screamed. He jumped up and down, as ebullient as everyone else. "Four! Hard Way four!"
The cheers that Drew received were deafening, resounding around the casino and causing heads to turn. Men came up and kissed her, so ecstatic were they. For a moment, she was absolutely terrified they would raise her up on their shoulders and parade her around the casino. Tony, who knew that she was sans panties, prevented that by hugging her closely to him.
The only person not cheering was the vile don't bettor. "I can't fucking believe it!" he muttered, shaking his head. "Seventeen passes in a row! I just can't fucking believe it!" He grabbed his remaining chips and left in a huff.
Tony's hand crawled up Drew's thigh again. This time he nestled it in between her legs, very close to her pussy. "Come on, let's get out of here," he whispered in Drew's ear.
Drew was incredulous. "What? But we're doing so good! We can win more money."
"I don't care about money right now."
She looked down and saw that he had an enormous erection in his pants. He brushed it against her thigh and she shivered.
"Oh."
"I like to end my gambling and begin my fucking on a high note," he explained further.
Leaving his chips for the craps dealers to hold for him, Tony began leading Drew away. She waved good-bye to all her new friends at the craps table, who first groaned in dismay at her departure, and then, remembering their manners, gave her a round of appreciative applause.
"Come back soon!" more than a few of them called, and their eyes told Drew that they appreciated her looks as much as her winning ways. She flushed.
As they wound their way through the casino, dodging the slot machines and the nickel ladies, Drew saw that Tony was taking her towards the front entrance, not the elevators, and became confused.
"Aren't we going up to your suite?" she asked.
"No. I have something better in mind."
Outside, a long black limousine was waiting. The chauffeur hopped out and opened the back passenger door for Drew and Tony, who hopped in. A moment later they were driving away.
"Where are we going?" Drew asked.
"Don't know. I just told the driver to take us on a long, scenic tour."
"Oh."
She looked around the spacious interior of the limo. It was lavishly appointed, complete with an entertainment center and small bar. A tall bottle of champagne was chilling in a bucket of ice; beside it were two glasses.
"This is nice," she said.
Tony had eyes only for her, however. His gaze was intense. "Let me see that pussy of yours."
"Aren't we going to toast first?"
"The toast will come after."
Smiling, Drew lay back and spread her legs wide for him. He looked her crack up and down and whistled.
"Man, you are juicing!"
Drew was. She could feel it leaking out of her pussy and running down her anus.
"Are these leather cushions as expensive as they look?" Drew asked.
"They are."
"They're going to get ruined."
"I'll pay for the pleasure." His hand came down and stroked one of Drew's thighs.
"You have got the most gorgeous thighs I have ever seen on a woman, and I have seen plenty of thighs in my lifetime."
"Thank you," Drew whispered.
It was the only thing she could come up to say at that moment. Her body was intensely aware of his hand rubbing across her soft skin. Every time it came near her yearning cunt, it quivered, and sent a small shudder throughout her body. Beneath her expensive black dress she could feel her nipples hardening.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned.
Then her moan turned into a gasp as he thrust two of his fingers deep into her pussy. Her wet, spongy walls constricted around them. He stroked in and out of her, scratching her G-spot with his nails. Her hips began to squirm as if discomforted. Yet it was a pleasant kind of discomfort.
He kissed her upon the lips, hotly, passionately. Hungry to drink him in, she threw her arms around his shoulders and crushed him to her bosom. Their tongues slithered into each other's mouths at the same time and intertwined. A warm, wet, sensuous dance was performed. Saliva and electricity passed between them. Goosebumps multiplied on Drew's skin as erotic chills coursed up and down her spine. She shivered as if suddenly cold, though, in actuality, her insides were boiling with lust.
Tony's fingers came out of her snatch wet to the last knuckles. As he played oral games with Drew, he hooked the hem of her dress with his thumb and began lifting it up. Soon her breasts were revealed in all their delightful enormity. Casino chips rolled out and scattered on the floor. His eyes went wide in appreciation as he broke the kiss and took in her stunning pair. He touched one of her nipples and smeared it with her own juices. Once a shiny coating was established, he bent down and sucked it into his mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," he murmured, finding the taste agreeable.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Drew gasped.
His tongue rolled out to sop up every last trace of Drew's nectar. She writhed as if being tickled, which was exactly the case. Once her tart juices were completely consumed, Tony's lips surrounded and then compressed tightly upon her erect bud. He used it as a straw to try to suck up Drew's insides. This time, the stimulation was too much for her to bear. She nearly jerked her tit out of his mouth.
"Oh, God, Tony, don't torture me like this! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
When he let go of her nipple, it was harder and redder than before. He lifted off her dress, folded it, and deposited it neatly on the floor of the limo. Then he began to take off his own clothing, first unbuttoning his shirt. He moved slowly, casually, as if he were getting ready for bed, not quickie sex. It was too slow and casual for Drew. Her cunt was on fire and only one thing could quench it: his big, hard fire hose.
"Come on, hurry!" she said, almost screaming. She thrust her pussy at him. "Hurry! "
He continued undressing at the same leisurely pace. His smile indicated to Drew that he was doing it just to torment her.
"All right. I'll help you."
She attacked him like a wild thing, tearing his shirt open and yanking off his clothes. Expensive fabric ripped down the middle, unrepairable by even the best seamstress, but Tony wasn't angry. He was laughing at how desperate she had become.
Soon he was as naked as her. Rather than his clothing, she attacked his flesh now. She kissed him on the mouth, the face, the neck, the nipples, and the belly button. Then she found herself face-to-face with his monstrous sex organ. It bobbed up and down in rhythm to his heartbeat. She watched it for several moments, mesmerized, and then stuck out her tongue to taste its dome.
"Jesus!" Tony muttered, hips jerking. "That stung!"
But he didn't complain when she did it a second time, and then a third. Finally, Drew opened her mouth wide and swallowed him whole. Tony moaned and wiggled his hips as her lips slowly worked their way down his entire length, finally compressing around his hairy trunk. She sucked on his dick the way he had sucked on her nipple. Tony felt his balls being drawn inward, and he became scared.
"Not so hard!" he shouted. "Not so hard! Jesus! I don't want to cum now. Do it slowly, okay?"
Drew nodded and smiled, his hard meat in her mouth.
She brought her lips back to the very tip of his penis. Saliva coated the skin where her mouth had just been. She circled his knob with her tongue, depositing more thick, glistening lubricant, then plunged down his length again. He shuddered as the inside of her month exerted incredible friction. His cock was unbelievably sensitive, more sensitive than it had ever been with a woman before, even Sally. He attributed it to Drew's extraordinary beauty. Just the sight of her made him want to cum.
He predicted that he was going to get the best blow job of his life.
Drew, coincidentally, was intent on doing just that.
Compressing her lips tightly, she pumped him slowly, methodically. Her lips went up and down his hard length, taking all of him in and then retreating to his very tip. On each pass she deposited more and more saliva, which was gushing from her glands as if her mouth were a second pussy. She needed the lubrication to be able to go down on him. His cock stretched her mouth as wide as it could go. It was impossible to avoid raking him with her teeth on each plunge. His small shudders reverberated through even her own body. She swallowed him so deep that his fat knob would temporarily block her air supply as it penetrated her throat. Drew kept herself relaxed and breathed through her nostrils whenever the chance arrived. She suffered the discomfort because his cock felt so good in her mouth. Indirectly, it stimulated her nipples and clit into greater rigidity and tingling.
Looking up, she could see that Tony's eyes were closed and his face was contorted in a grimace of pain. Yet Drew knew that it was the kind of pain one did not want to retreat from. His hands came down to guide her head down his length, urging her to go faster. He added his own small thrusts to her movements. Drew could sense an incredible restraint building up in the muscles which controlled his hips. It was as if he were holding back to prevent himself from doing damage to her. She increased the'pace of her efforts a bit, matching the need she felt rising in him. His cock grew hot with the friction of her lips upon his skin.
After a few minutes of this, Tony's need for relief overwhelmed his desire to prolong the blissful torture.
"I'm going to cum," he hissed through gritted teeth. "God help me, I'm going to cum."
"Go ahead, cum." Drew said. Although with his cock in her mouth, it came out as an indecipherable mumble.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Tony yelled, and slammed his cock all the way down her throat.
Drew grasped his waist and held on tightly as his hips bucked back and forth, fucking her mouth. She felt spurt after spurt of hot jism strike the back of her throat and slide downward to her stomach. She did not attempt to swallow it, she did not attempt to even breathe; his jerky, untimed movements effectively prevented both.
Eventually, his cock slipped out of her mouth and she managed to grasp it with her hand. It was slick with both of their fluids. She swallowed hard and gasped for air while he attempted to penetrate her mouth again. She did not allow him back inside, however. Instead, she pointed his cock downward and placed it against her breasts. Tony liked this change of venue even more. He jerked his dick up and down her soft, pliant orbs, fucking them, jiggling them. Drew kept her grip on it and directed his massive discharge all over the place, particularly towards her nipples. It felt hot on her skin, and she liked that.
When he was done, she sucked the last bit of his cum out of his still pulsating cock with her mouth, then licked him clean. She swallowed all of his emission, except what he had deposited on her tits. For the time being, she would leave that there as a trophy.
Laying back, Tony exhaled. "Oh, man! That was something else."
"So you liked it."
"Of course!"
"Good, but I hope I didn't drain you dry."
"Huh?" Tony asked. Groggy from pleasure, his mind wasn't working too swiftly at the moment. "What do you mean?"
Drew rose up and sat down on his cock.
"Umph!" he grunted.
"Now it's your turn to fuck me. I want to feel your hot cum inside me. Do you have any left?"
"Uh.. .I think I can spare a sperm cell or two."
"Good. Now get to work, old man."
Amazingly, Tony found his semi-limp dick already swelling to life inside her warm, wet pussy. He had not had such a fast turn-around time since his early youth, when he had felt a frantic and continual need to fuck any female with a good set of legs. From his seated position, he thrust upwards with his hips, tossing Drew about a half-foot into the air. She landed on his hard rod with a splash and a gasp. "Oh!"
Juice poured out of Drew's cunt and saturated his balls. Tony could hardly believe the amount of her leakage. Many women-perhaps most, actually-fucked him for his money, but Drew obviously wasn't one of them. As with Sally, there was some real attraction going on. Drew seemed eager to fuck him. That made Tony desire her even more.
He thrust into her a second time. She bounced into the air again. Tony was captivated by the sight of Drew's breasts in free-fall. They looked so much more beautiful smeared with his semen.
An idea took hold of him.
He cupped both of her heavy tits and lifted them up to her face.
"Eat them," he said.
Drew stared down at one of the nipples before her eyes. As Tony watched, her small tongue snaked out and licked off a drop of semen that was stuck to it.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," he groaned.
He was intensely stimulated at the sight of Drew feasting of his semen. It was a rare treat for him to watch a woman do that. Most women didn't like the taste of semen. But Drew, like Sally, was special. Yes, very special.
He bucked his hips up and down a few times, moving his swollen shaft inside her. This caused her tits to jiggle in his grasp. She continued to lap up his sticky white goo with her tongue, replacing it with a fresh coat of saliva. When she was done with the first tit she moved on to the other one. Tony continued to watch, becoming more turned on by the moment. His dick was so hard he felt it might split apart at the seams. Finally, she slurped up the last of his emission into her mouth and smacked her lips.
"Mmmmmm. That was good."
Then she kissed him on the mouth.
"Yuck!" he said, turning his head away.
Now he understood why most women didn't like the taste of semen.
"First time, huh?" Drew asked.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"It's an acquired taste. like champagne."
"Being a man, I have no wish to acquire that particular taste."
She laughed at him, then kissed him up and down his neck. He didn't mind that as much, though her lips were still sticky with his cum. Her hot breath on his skin sent ticklish chills down his spine and raised the hair on the back of his neck. Her nipples felt like pebbles as they dug deeply into his chest. Still holding her large breasts in his hands, he could feel her heart beating through the jelly-like tissue, causing it to quiver. He squeezed them tightly and was rewarded with a nice shudder in her body. She, in turn, squeezed his cock with her strong cunt muscles, and he nearly fainted with pleasure.
Releasing him, she lifted her ass up so that only the tip of his cock was inside her, then plunged down his entire length. He grunted at the wet impact, feeling his balls get splashed with more of her hot juices. Her sweet, feminine musk wafted to his nostrils and he inhaled it deeply. The pheromones in her natural perfume-which was so superior to any fragrance bought in a store, he thought-must have agreed with the receptors in his body because he became intoxicated by them. Visions of flowery fields and mountain vistas, scenes he found relaxing, swam before his mind's eye. Then he was jarred from his temporary dream-like state when her cunt lifted and slammed down on his shaft again.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned.
His cock felt so good in her cunt. It chafed him with delicious friction as she rose and fell on him again and again, establishing a steady rhythm. Matching his breathing to her movements, his hands fell down to her butt cheeks and helped guide her downward strokes. Her strong vaginal muscles continued to grip and release him, grip and release him. One time, gripping him with a particularly crushing force that he found damn near painful, she forgot to release him and lifted him half out of his seat. Yet, mercifully, his well-oiled dick managed to slip free.
She fucked his cock like this for a full minute, never breaking her stride. Then, abruptly, her cunt stopped in mid-stroke.
"Hey," she whined, "it seems like I'm the one doing all the work, and you're nowhere near to cumming."
"Give me a break. I'm forty-plus years old, and you just gave me the blow job of my life. It's going to take me a little extra time to cum."
She dismounted and lay back on the black leather cushions.
"Well, if you want to cum, you have to pleasure me first. I performed oral sex on you. Now I want you to return the favor."
Tony eyed her inflamed pussy between her shapely, wide-spread thighs. It dripped with her enticing juices, and he found his mouth watering for a taste of them. This might be interesting, he thought. He bent down and touched her clit with his tongue.
"Oh!" she gasped, squirming. "You're a sensitive creature, aren't you?" Tony said.
"Do it again!" she begged.
He licked her again. This time his tongue stayed to dance around and around her erect organ. Drew's hips, responding to an impulse beyond her control, matched his circular movements. She was sensitive down there, painfully sensitive. Tony's cock had rubbed her clit raw. Yet while one part of her body flinched from the contact with his provoking tongue, another part craved for more of it.
Tony stuck two fingers up her vagina, which immediately tightened around them.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Drew moaned.
She was experiencing nirvana. Her hips rocked gently back and forth, humping his two digits. He pushed them in and out of her warm, pulpy embrace, going deeper and deeper, matching her movements. Small shudders rocked her body as he continued to caress her clit with his tongue. She could hear him as he occasionally slurped up her overflowing juices. This sound alone was enough to cause her spine to tingle in erotic delight. Oral sex was always the fastest path to making her cum, and she could feel her orgasm building moment by moment.
She pressed his face closer to her pussy with her hands. He responded to her silent appeal by licking her clit faster and faster. He was proving to be quite an expert with his tongue, almost as good as Sally and Beverly. His fingers not only found her G-spot, they found her entire alphabet of pleasure zones. Drew moaned and thought about what it would be like to have a man and two women fucking her at the same time. Sally could be french kissing her, Beverly could be sucking on her swollen tits, and Tony could be licking her clit or poking her with his big cock. Perhaps Brian could be watching and taping the session with a video camera. She shivered as that fantasy took possession of her mind.
All of her lovers in one room together. She wanted it so bad!
Her hands came up and massaged her orbs, kneading them like bread dough. Though it had been thoroughly washed, her skin was still sticky from Tony's jism. Her nipples were tingling with a suppressed electrical charge. Touching them made her clit ring like a bell. She was close to climaxing. Her hips began to rock back and forth more urgently, responding to her feverish inner needs. Soon they were moving beyond her control.
"I'm cumming!" she shouted. "I'm cumming!"
"Hold on a second!" Tony said. "Wait for me."
He took his fingers out of her and threw his body forward on top of hers. He jabbed his cock into her cunt just as her orgasm stuck.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, gaaaaaaaawd!" she cried.
Her cunt slammed forward and tightened around his prick. Miraculously, she squeezed an instant orgasm out of him. He jabbed his cock in and out of her as spurt after spurt of semen erupted from the end of it. Drew felt it invade her pussy and screamed, screamed for the pure joy of it. It felt so blisteringly, soothingly hot. Melding her body to his at the hips, she bucked and thrashed with him in the throes of ecstasy. It all felt too good to her to be true.
Then it was over.
Tony collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. His sweaty flesh stuck to hers. Drew idly stroked his back and firm, round buttocks as she felt his cock growing limp inside her. She was just as spent as he was.
"Now I think its time for that champagne," she said after she had caught her breath. "Yes," Tony agreed.
Yet neither one of them had the energy to rise up and go get it.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Brian was disconsolate again even though he tried hard not to be. After having sex in the shower with his sister, he had expected to spend the rest of the evening with her. He'd had it all mapped out in his head. They would have dinner together at a nice restaurant, catch a movie or show, gamble in the casino a little, and then return to their room for more bed-breaking love-making. In short, he had expected their relationship to return to the way it had been before-incestuous but essentially monogamous. But Drew had shattered this dream by telling him she had a date with someone else that night.
"Who?" he had asked her. "Beverly."
"No. It's a man this time. You remember Mr. Pook from the blackjack table."
"That mother-fucker?" Drew nodded.
If it had been anyone else, either male or female, Brian might not have been so jealous. But Mr. Anthony Pook was a rich man, a very rich man.
And handsome. He feared that Drew might all too easily fall in love with him. And, Brian thought, if Mr. Pook returned that love-not an impossibility considering his sister's special qualities-where would that leave him? Alone.
At first he had tried to raise his spirits by playing blackjack, but that turned out to be a disaster. His concentration on the game proved to be so lousy that he had quickly dropped four-hundred dollars. This time, the dealer had not been Janet, but a cruel substitute named Burt who did not believe in giving away the casino's money. Brian had quickly abandoned that table in favor of a stool at the bar. It was a move that turned out to be fortuitous.
He was on his fourth rum and coke when he noticed the tall, shapely blonde approaching.
"Are you Drew's brother?" she asked, stopping her big tits right in front of his face.
"Uh, yes, how did you know?"
"You look sort of like her."
"Oh. How is it you know my sister?"
"We've had sex together."
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised by that," he said, somewhat bitterly. "It seems that everyone's been having sex with her lately."
"I saw you watching her play craps with Pooky earlier. I came to commiserate. You're not the only one who's lost a lover. Tony just happened to be my beau until he dumped me yesterday to pursue
Drew."
Brian's eyebrows shot up. "You know about me and Drew being lovers?"
"Oh, yes. She told me everything." Then she chuckled. "I'm no stranger to incest myself. I've fucked one of my uncles and two of my cousins."
"What's your name?"
"Sally."
Brian thought that he would like to get to know Sally better. She was one fine-looking package. He gestured at the empty stool beside him.
"Would you like to sit down and have a drink with me?"
"No thanks. But I would like to have sex with you. Drew said it would be all right. She wanted me to have sex with you, in fact. Would you like to have sex with me?"
Brian, too tipsy to be startled by her frankness, looked her up and down and gave the proposition some serious thought. It took all of two nanoseconds to give her an answer.
"Yes."
Sally smiled. "Good. Come along, then. Everything's arranged." She grabbed his arm and began leading him away.
"Where are we going? Your room?"
"No. The river."
"The river?"
"Yes. I've always wanted to have sex on the river."
"But I can't swim."
"Then don't fall off the boat."
Before there was ever a bridge that spanned the river, ferry boats connected the residents of Bullhead City to their jobs in Laughlin. The ferry boats were still in use today, but mostly as sightseeing vessels for the tourists.
Brian, despite his attraction to Sally, was reluctant to do her on a boat. He and boats never got along. He always worried about them sinking.
"Exactly how are we going to accomplish this?" he asked her as they walked down the ramp towards the dock. "Are we going to steal the boat?"
"No, silly. I paid the pilot to take us on a moonlight cruise. We'll be the only passengers."
"How much money did it cost you?"
"None. I paid him with the promise of a blow job later on."
"Oh."
When they reached the waiting boat, the pilot was already standing there holding the gate-door open for them. He was an elderly gentleman with a genial face. He ignored Brian and stared with lustful intensity at Sally's tall, gorgeous figure.
"All aboard," he said, smiling.
Brian and Sally climbed aboard and sat down. The pilot quickly cast off the mooring ropes and started the engine. The acceleration of the boat pressed the two soon-to-be lovers back into their seats. Brian, always queasy on the water, nearly lost his stomach contents.
"Now what?" he asked.
"Now we remove our clothes."
"Here? But it's cold!"
Which was true. The boat, although it had a canvass top, was not enclosed. The onrushing air generated by the speed of the boat caused him to shiver.
But he forgot the cold soon enough when Sally stood up and lifted off her dress. Suddenly, as he stared at her naked body, with her long legs and pair of stunning knockers, gleaming luminously in the moonlight, he felt very hot.
"Beautiful," he murmured.
"Thanks. Now it's your turn."
Slowly, Brian stood up and began to strip off his garments. First went his shirt, then his shoes and socks. He held onto the back of his seat to steady himself as he stepped out of his pants. Then he turned around to showcase his buns as he dropped his undershorts to the floor. Now it was Sally's turn to stare at him in appreciation.
"Beautiful," she murmured. "Beautiful."
Her hand came out to stroke his buns. Brian shivered, although this time not because he was cold. Sally's touch was actually quite warm. It caused electric thrills to race up and down his backbone.
A few moments later, when he turned around, he was sporting an enormous erection. He wanted
Sally to stroke that with her provoking hand as well, but she didn't. She had another game in mind. "Sit down," she ordered.
Brian obeyed like a good male, sitting on the edge of the hard plastic bench. She settled down on top of him, her luscious thighs pinching his waist, but she did not lower herself all the way. Instead, she teased him with her cunt, letting it hover just above his cock. Even though the two organs did not meet, he could feel the radiating heat of her cunt striking and cooking his balls. His cock strained mightily to reach her.
She kissed him on the mouth. As she kissed him, her tits pressed hard into his pectoral muscles. Brian could feel her goose bumps as she rubbed her tits up and down his skin. Her nipples were the biggest and hardest goose bumps of them all. He grappled with her magnificent orbs as he returned her passionate oral embrace. Their tongues shot in and out of each other's mouth's, generating sparks of lust whenever they made contact. Powerful suction held them together as they shuddered from the impact of each electrical storm. Despite the chill of the night, Brian felt sweat breaking out all over his body.
At length, Sally broke the kiss and began licking his face, sort of like a dog licks his master's face when he's glad to see him. Only this animal was a female, a gorgeous human female, and Brian's lust soared as her soft, warm tongue slithered across his skin, eliciting thrills which made the hair on the back of his neck stand up on end. She deposited abundant amounts of saliva, which was dried almost instantly by the wind. His face felt both hot and cold at the same time. He sighed, enjoying the peculiar sensation.
Slowly, as she licked him, Sally lowered her body until her cunt lips touched the head of his penis. She did not go down on him all the way. but teased him still more by gyrating her cunt around his hard cap. Brian could feel her hot juices running down his length to drip off his balls. He shuddered and moaned.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
He let her torment him this way for a full minute, and then he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her waist and slammed her all the way down. He was rewarded with a nice, fleshy squish.
"Ah!" she gasped.
She wiggled from side to side on his hard cock until her cunt was fully accommodated to it. Then she let out a sigh. For a long moment neither of them moved or said a word, preferring instead to luxuriate in the warmth of their connection.
Finally, Sally asked. "How does my cunt compare to Drew's?"
"Favorably. Very favorably."
"Do you like fucking Drew even though she's your sister?"
"I like fucking her especially because she's my sister."
"Do you ever feel guilty?"
"About the incest part of it? Nope."
Sally smiled at him, then abruptly thrust down on his cock with her cunt.
"Ah!" Brian cried.
"Did that feel good?"
"Yes. Jesus Christ, yes!"
"As good as if your sister had done it?"
"Well.. . . "
She thrust down on him again, much harder than before.
"Yes!" he quickly cried out. "Your cunt feels as good as my sister's!"
'"As good?' Don't you mean better."
"Yes. Better."
"Good. I'm glad you said that."
She squeezed his cock with her strong inner muscles. Brian groaned as a torrent of hot juice squirted out of her pussy, propelled by the contraction. It ran down the sides of his cock and adhered to his balls. Soon his balls were completely saturated, and yearning to squirt some juice of their own.
Instinctively, he began bucking his hips upward, fucking her twat from his seated position. She pressed down hard on each of his upward strokes, taking him as deep as she could. Her tits bumped into his chest as their bodies crashed together. Brian's hands were attracted to them as if by magnetic force. He squeezed her big orbs and mashed them together, delighting in how firm and yet pliant they were. They seemed to have grown bigger and hotter than just a moment ago. Her inner body temperature had obviously increased a notch. All the goose bumps seemed to have melted away from her skin. He licked a finger and traced first one nipple and then the other, wetting them, teasing them into even greater rigidity. She cooed in response to his delicate touch, and began rocking her pelvis back and forth more rapidly. Brian could tell that she was on the verge of something spectacular.
Looking past her shoulder, he saw that her sounds had attracted the attention of the ferry boat pilot. His eyes were wide and lecherous as he stared at Sally's naked, bouncing body through the rearview mirror. When he saw Brian staring right back at him, he quickly looked away-just in time to notice and avoid a collision with a private sports boat that was doing a little late-night trolling.
"Asshole!" the owner of the other boat screamed at him, shaking a fist. Then his jaw dropped in amazement as he saw the naked people the ferry boat was carrying.
Brian saw all this as it happened but not, apparently, Sally. She was tuned out from the world.
"Oh, God, your cock feels so good inside me," she murmured.
Her eyes were closed and her breathing was becoming more and more strained. Brian could feel her pussy convulsing around his dick, a sign that she was ready to cum. Her hips rocked back and forth with ever increasing speed and then abruptly stopped. Her whole body went taut with jittery expectation.
"I think this is it!" she cried. "I think this is it!"
She slammed her cunt forward and all of a sudden she was screaming, screaming like a mad woman released from the lunatic asylum. Her orgasm was that intense. Alarmed, Brian tried to muffle her with his hand, to keep her voice from carrying across the water and waking up the residents of two whole states, but it was no use. He couldn't get a hold on her mouth. She was moving all over the place, fucking his cock furiously while he held it still. He just sat back and watched her, too amazed to think about cumming himself.
When she was finished, she dismounted and sat down beside him, breathing heavily.
"Oh, God, that was incredible," she said in between mouthfuls of air. "I never came that hard even with Pooky."
"I'm glad to have been of service to you."
Yet Brian was disappointed. She had cum too fast, before he was ready. His cock was still rock hard and sensitive. He could feel Sally's juices drying on it as the boat chugged along at moderate speed. He stroked it to keep it standing tall.
"Do you feel like going down on me?" he asked her after a moment.
She cracked open an eye and glanced down at his cock. "Why do you men always insist on cumming in women's mouths?"
"Because we like it."
"Oh. Then in that case.. . "
She stroked his cock with the tip of her finger. Tickled, it flinched from her light touch.
"Jesus!" Brian gasped.
She took hold of it more firmly and squatted down to stare at it face-to-face. The slanting light of the full moon cast the towering organ in stark relief. Holding him by the trunk, she cupped his testicles with her other hand and slipped her lips over his bloated knob.
"Ohhhhhhhh," he moaned.
"Mmmmmmm," Sally murmured, sucking hard.
Brian felt his balls drawing inward and shuddered. Reflexively, he grabbed the back of her head and jabbed his cock forward, until all of it was in her warm oral cavity. Caught unprepared, she choked, and he eased back. She detached her mouth from him and gasped for breath.
"You have to give me more warning than that!" she said.
"Sorry."
After regaining her equilibrium, she kissed the apple of his cock again. Her tongue slithered out and tasted her own juices on it.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
Brian, stung by sharp tingles of electricity, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He tried hard to keep his hips from bucking out of control.
Sally paid no attention to the torment she induced in him. She was enjoying his cock too much. Her mouth traveled up and down it, from the left to the right side, licking and kissing him while she gently squeezed and massaged his balls with her long fingers. Brian squirmed as she attacked him. His cock, pounding to the African drumbeat of his heart, grew even harder than it had been before. Her snaking tongue sampled every square inch of it, as if it was a delicious treat, then went back for second and third helpings. Soon, the sticky remains of Sally's pussy juice were replaced with a shiny new coat of saliva. Once this was accomplished, she slurped her tongue back into her mouth and smacked her lips, well-satisfied.
Brian did not know why she had stopped, but he welcomed the brief respite nonetheless. "Oh, man," he sighed. "I didn't know how much more of that I could take!"
Abruptly, Sally lip-bit his penis.
"Fuck!" Brian shouted.
This time he did lose control of his hips. It had only been a gentle nibble on his tip, but it was enough to send shocks waves pounding though his body. Automatically, he tried to get away from her, but she grabbed his cock by the trunk and held on tightly. Her mouth traveled downward, swallowing him. She continued to use her teeth, chewing on his meat while her tongue caressed the thick veins on his soft underside. It was clear she had enough strength in her jaws to bite his dick clean off. Brian tried to maintain control of his hips, which were squirming all over the place. He was being deli-ciously tortured.
Finally, Sally had all of him in. Her teeth relaxed their dangerous pressure on his base. Brian felt a sense of relief.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," he sighed, and wiped perspiration from his forehead.
But Sally was just beginning. Her hands firmly grasped his waist, which had temporarily stilled. She compressed her lips tightly and pulled them back to his knob. Brian moaned. The friction of her lips on his cock was so intense he felt all of his insides ready to explode out his semen hole. His cock was still painfully sensitive from being in Sally's cunt. A shudder shot through his body. He gritted his teeth, clenched his hands into fists, and forced down the need to cum. He wanted to give her more time to work her magic on him.
She went down on him again, then came back up. Soon she was pumping him at a steady rate. Each stroke was easier than the last one, as more and more lubricating saliva got deposited on his hard shaft. Brian relaxed himself to her pace. He now felt better able to withstand her torture. He unclenched his fists and let his fingers play through
Sally's short, blonde curls, admiring their silky texture.
He thought about Drew. Was she giving Tony Pook a blow job right now? His sister loved to give blow jobs as much as Sally apparently did. She had once cum while giving Brian a blow job, unneedful of any other form of stimulation. It was like she had a clit where her tonsils should be. During her orgasm, her teeth had clamped down savagely on his cock and she had thrashed around so violently he was afraid she was going to break it off at the base. After that scary incident, it took Brian several weeks to work up the courage to allow Drew to go down on him again. Since then everything had been fine. Now on those rare occasions when she felt the need to cum during oral sex, she just replaced her mouth with her pussy and rode him to a climax.
Thoughts of his sister and her sweet, tantalizing mouth had the effect of sweeping aside the last of his barriers.
"I'm going to shoot!" he cried, warning Sally. Drew had taught him it was always polite to tell a woman when you were going to cum in her mouth. "I'm going to shoot!"
Sally held her head very still. Brian's fingers tightened in her curls and he jabbed his cock all the way down her throat as he erupted.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried.
He bucked his hips back and forth as spurt after spurt of hot jism burst into Sally's mouth. He could feel it envelope and boil his cock as it filled her up. Sally did not let a single drop escape past her tight-pressed lips. She swirled his semen around and around with her tongue and swallowed what she could between strokes. After his initial spurts were over, he did not feel the need to penetrate her as deeply, and she took control of the situation. She grabbed his cock by the base and pulled it out of her mouth. He fucked her fist while she rubbed his large, pulsating dome all over her face, decorating it with his semen. Her long, pink tongue snaked out and gobbled up what was in reach. Brian's cries of ecstasy reached their highest peak yet. He absolutely loved it.
Once the throbbing waves of pleasure were over, Brian sank back into his seat and exhaled a huge volume of air.
"Oh, man!" he breathed, shaking his head from side to side. "Oh, man! That was extreme!"
Sally cleaned his twitching cock with her tongue, lapping the last of his sticky discharge up into her mouth where it belonged. She smacked her lips when she was done.
"Did you like that, sweetie?" she asked.
"Oh, man! You better believe it!"
"Can Drew suck your cock better than me?"
"No!" he shouted, and at that moment, so soon after his ferocious orgasm, it was hard to convince himself that he was lying.
Suddenly, they were both aware of the presence of another person. The pilot stood there beside them, covered in sweat and shaking from head to foot.
"Excuse me, Miss Sally," he said to her. "I know you said I'd get my blow job after the boat returned to dock, but I think I really need it now. Watching you two young ones getting it on has gotten me so hard and hot that I'm afraid I'll shoot off in my trousers, and I don't dare do that. My wife will see the stain and kill me."
Sally looked to Brian for permission. He sat back, crossed his arms, and shrugged.
"Fine by me."
In fact, he was always eager to be a spectator to the sport of sex. It was almost a fetish with him, really.
"Okay, Abe," Sally said to the pilot, who was called that, "why don't you lie on the floor and make yourself comfortable?"
Smiling hugely, Abe did just that. Sally sat on his legs and pulled his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh in one swift movement. His cock immediately reared up-and up, and up, and up. She gaped at its size.
"My God!" she exclaimed.
Abe misread her reaction, thinking that she was expressing reluctance. "I know it's kind of big," he said, sighing. "So I don't expect you to swallow all of it. Even after forty years of marriage, my wife still can't swallow all of it. If you can just get half of it in your mouth, I'll feel much obliged.
Sally was licking her chops as she stared at his meat. Rather than the shriveled old peashooter she had anticipated, he was packing an immense cannon. It was at least ten inches tall and still growing! The width of his organ was just as impossibly huge. Sally knew that there was no way she could effectively go down on it with her mouth, but she had a sudden hankering to stuff it in a different hole.
"Abe, what you need is not a blow job, but a good, long pussy whip."
His eyebrows shot upward in pleasant surprise. "Yes," he agreed. "Yes, in your pussy might be best."
Sally walked forward on her knees. Even standing on her knees, Abe's cock could touch her pussy, it was that tall. He grabbed his cock and held it motionless for her as she positioned her cunt over him and slowly sank downward, grunting when Abe's knob reached the back of her cunt. She had not swallowed all of him, but almost. His cock stretched her cunt lips wide. She felt it take up every inch of space inside her. It was so thrilling she almost orgasmed then and there.
Abe reached up and pinched her breasts as if to make sure they were real, that any of this was real. "Oh, thank you!" he said to her. There were genuine tears of gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you for letting me have sex with you! You don't know how much it means to me to have my pecker inside a beautiful woman. I've never fucked a beautiful woman before. My wife was never beautiful, even when she was young. She was as ugly as a wart and still is. Now my wife's sister, on the other hand, she was-"
Sally quieted him by placing two fingers over his lips. "Hush," she said. She really didn't want to listen to his old man's babble about days gone by. She just wanted to fuck his huge cock. "Be quiet. Lie still."
Abe did just that. He waited with breathless anticipation. Lying flat on the floor as he was, he really didn't have enough thrusting room to fuck her. He had to wait for her to fuck him.
Sally backed up her hips so that she was more than halfway out of him, held herself motionless for a moment, and then slammed down hard with all the force her young body could muster.
"Oh!" Abe cried. "Oh-ho-ho-hu-eeeeee!"
Sally's face was full of concern. "Did that hurt you?"
"Yes!" he whimpered.
"Do you want me to stop?"
He shook his head. "No! God, no! Do it again! Do it again!"
She did it again. Again Abe cried out in pain but begged for more. Sally interpreted his pain to really be pleasure. He just had a funny way of expressing it. She began to fuck him in earnest. She had to struggle, though, to fuck all of his cock. Her hips needed to describe a very long arc. Seeing this, Abe grabbed her waist and helped to lift her up and down his pole.
Brian watched from the sidelines, fascinated. He was not jealous of the old man's cock, nor was he perturbed about being left out of the action. To his way of thinking, you didn't have to be a participant to enjoy sex. Just watching it was almost as exciting.
He slowly stroked his cock as the action unfolded.
Abe was old and it took him a long time to cum. By the time he did cum, some ten minutes after they had started, Sally had already enjoyed three small but delicious orgasms and was going for a fourth. She screamed when Abe's hot spunk finally erupted from the end of his cock. With so little room in her pussy left for it to occupy, his gusher nearly shot her up through the canvass rooftop. She grabbed his arms and somehow held on, fucking him all the more furiously. Abe groaned as his semen emptied into her twat, experiencing the most intense joy of his life.
Then it was over.
Sally dismounted and lay on the floor beside Abe, breathing heavily. Her body was covered in sweat. She had done most of the work.
Abe cradled his dick in his hands. Sodden with both of their emissions, it was now a long, fleshy rope instead of a tower. "Oh, Miss Sally, that was the best sex I ever had. Thank you! Thank you! You are so wonderful!"
Brian, jacking off, had cum when they had cum, and had amused himself by sniping at the sleeping ducks on the shoreline as the boat chugged along past them. Then he suddenly frowned. He noticed that the shoreline was getting closer and closer by the moment. A very alarming thought occurred to him.
"Hey," he said to the other two, "who's driving this boat, anyway?"
The pilot sat up and slapped his forehead. "Uh, oh. Damn my old age! I knew I was forgetting something!"
They all screamed and jumped overboard as a large rock loomed before them.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
After several stormy sessions of sex, Tony and Drew had settled into cuddling naked in each other's arms. The constant motion of the limo over the rolling landscape lulled them into a light doze, which lasted for several glorious hours.
Then, inexplicably, the vehicle stopped. Both of its passengers were immediately awake.
"Are we there yet?" Drew asked groggily.
"No," Tony said. He was annoyed that they had stopped. "There was no 'there' we were going to. I told the driver to just keep driving around and around until I told him to take us back. I'll fire him if his explanation isn't good."
He punched the intercom. "Driver, why did you stop? Did we run out of fuel? Did we break down?"
"No, sir," came the reply from the speaker.
"Then why did you stop?"
"Please step outside."
"What?"
"Please step outside, sir. You'll see why I stopped."
"Are you going to open the door for us?"
"No. That might spoil it."
Puzzled, Tony tried to look out the windows, but of course he couldn't see anything. The windows were so heavily tinted that at this time of night they were practically blacked-out. So, somewhat miffed, he opened the door himself and stepped outside. Drew followed.
"Oh," he said, immediately seeing why the driver had stopped. He forgot his anger at him.
They were parked on the rim of the Grand Canyon. The full moon hovered just above it, bathing the landscape in its soft, silver light.
"No. I'll give him a raise instead. I like a man who has initiative."
Still naked, they walked over to the edge of the cliff and stared down into the vast, eroded pit in the earth that was one of the great scenic wonders of America. Far below, Drew could see the bright, winding ribbon of the Colorado River, lifeblood of so many cities in Nevada, Arizona, and California. The beauty and grandeur of it took her breath away.
"At times like these I wish I could fly."
"Yes," Tony agreed.
She flapped her arms, trying to take off. He laughed at her. Then he stopped laughing as he caught sight of her breasts, which were rising and falling with her movements. He was captivated by them. They were far grander than the Grand Canyon.
He cupped her ass with one hand. She ceased her efforts at flight and looked at him, noticing that he had an erection.
"Are you ready for sex again?"
"You look beautiful standing there with the moon and stars and earth as your background."
Drew said nothing. The sight of his erection caused a warm tingling sensation to spread throughout her body. Her heart was pounding and her breathing was coming fast. Her cunt began to lubricate itself in preparation for being fucked.
Tony walked her back to the limo. But instead of reentering it, he laid her back on the hood and spread her legs apart.
"Isn't the chauffeur going to see?" Drew asked.
"Let him. I want the whole world to see how beautiful you are right now."
Then he impaled her with his dick.
"Oh!" she cried.
She squirmed on the end of his prod, her cunt deliciously tortured. The air was cool but his cock was hot, blistering hot. Despite how much it burned her, she yearned for every square inch of it.
Tony began to slowly thrust it in and out of her. Yet only half his mind seemed to be on the business of having sex. He stared up at the glorious expanse of stars overhead as his hips moved on autopilot. His expression was thoughtful.
"You know," he' said, "ever since I first met you, I've been getting strange thoughts."
"What kind of strange thoughts?" Drew asked, gasping.
"Thoughts of settling down, actually. Of getting married and raising kids. Of leading a normal life."
"You leading a normal life? Those are strange thoughts."
"Yes. Very strange."
Drew moaned as a particularly pleasant spasm coursed through her body. Tony, sensing her building orgasm, picked up the pace a little. He lifted his hips slightly on each inward stroke, chafing her sensitive clit.
"Why, all of a sudden, after all these years, do you yearn for the married life?" Drew asked after a long moment.
"Old age, I guess, perhaps related to a mid-life crisis. Lately, I've been getting bored with life-or at least the way I've been leading it. In the last year, I must have fucked a hundred different women, and while I enjoyed my time with them, none of them left me feeling complete. They were all disposable. You, however, are different. I have a special attraction to you. It's like I've waited my whole life for you to come along."
"Really?"
"Yes. It's odd, but you remind me of someone I once knew, someone I once loved-the only woman I ever loved. Perhaps that's because you both look a-like. You've got the same eyes, same hair, same mouth, same thighs-same extraordinarily sexy thighs. In fact, though I can't quite explain it, something about you reminds me of myself as well. I feel as though you're a part of me, and have always been."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"That's strange."
"I know. Very strange."
They were both silent for a long time-silent, that is, except for their strained breathing, and the metallic squeak of the limo's front shock absorbers. Finally, Tony spoke up.
"Drew, I know I'm much older than you, but would you like to be a part of my life-not just for tonight, not just for tomorrow, but for forever?"
Drew could hardly believe what her ears were hearing. Of course she knew what he was getting at.
"Are you proposing marriage to me?"
"I think I am. Do you accept?"
Her mouth answered before her brain even had a chance to think about it. "I think I do-ahhhhhhh!"
She gasped as his cock swelled to twice its normal size and shot hot cum into her pussy. She was startled because he had given her no warning, either verbally or physically. In fact, he had been fucking her so languidly, he seemed just as surprised by his orgasm as she was. His hips raced to catch up with the throbbing sensations which coursed along tlid length of his cock. Spurt after spurt of semen filled up Drew's cunt. She matched his bucking movements as she experienced her own swift but mild climax.
When he was finished, Tony withdrew and leaned back against the limo. He was panting only a little. Drew squatted down and cleaned the jism off his rapidly deflating organ with her tongue, making small, sucking noises. He continued to stare up at the stars, thinking. She was thinking as well-about children, and the exciting possibilities of married life.
"When do you want to have the wedding?" she asked between licks.
"Tomorrow."
"So soon?"
"So soon. I can't wait to begin our honeymoon." Drew shivered as she anticipated what that would be like.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
It was amazing to Drew how certain wishes could come true. Here she was in the same room with all of her lovers-Brian, Tony, Sally, and Beverly. Only it wasn't a room but the cabin of a small Learjet, hurtling through the sky at over five hundred miles per hour. It was late in the day and the plane was circling over the Grand Canyon, providing a spectacular view of the sunset taking place in the west. Tony had arranged this charter flight as a celebration of his marriage to Drew.
Drew caressed the ring on her finger lovingly. The ring was a beautiful thing constructed of diamonds and gold. By Tony's standards it was cheap, costing only eight-thousand dollars, but it was the best he could find on such short notice. The same was true with the wedding ceremony, which took place in a small chapel across the river in Bullhead City. (A little-known fact: you can get married just as quickly in Arizona as you can in Nevada.) Speed was the essential factor in all of his choices, for he was eager to begin the next phase of his life. He promised Drew he would get her a better ring and arrange a far grander ceremony at a later date.
To Drew neither of those two things were important. She was just happy to be married. She could now begin to raise a family and live a normal, stable life, the type of life she had been deprived of as a child growing up with an aimless, alcoholic mother and no father. She didn't realize how hungry she was for that kind of life until now.
"Smile everyone!" Brian said, turning on the video camera that Tony had bought and panning it around.
Everyone smiled and raised their champagne glasses to him in salute.
Beneath the seeming happiness, however, sexual tension pervaded the small cabin. This was the only thing which threatened to spoil Drew's good mood. Though Brian went to great pains to hide it, she could tell that he was hurting inside. He had not been in favor of her marriage to Tony. The same could be said for Sally, who had choked back tears throughout the ceremony. They had both lost the only lovers they really cared about. Sally, in particular, clung to Brian's arm as if afraid of losing him as well.
Tony seemed uncomfortable with Sally's presence, although he had not once voiced an objection to it. In fact, his eyes often strayed to her when she wasn't looking. Drew wondered if he still harbored some desire for her. If so, she neither blamed him nor felt threatened. Drew knew from firsthand experience what an incredible sexual dynamo the blonde was. Who wouldn't want to fuck her?
Beverly, having no deep emotional attachments to anyone, was perhaps the only person not affected by the tension. In fact, she seemed amused by all the furtive looks and false good cheer, and was rapidly turning out to be the life of the party. When Brian's video camera came to her, she parted her vest and flashed her tits at him.
"Here, Brian, save this for posterity."
Startled by her temerity, Brian jerked upright in his seat, smashing his head on the airplane's low, curving ceiling.
"Ow!" he muttered, rubbing the sore spot.
"Bravo, Beverly! Bravo!" Tony said, ogling her. "Small but very appealing. I'd clap, but both my hands are presently in use."
Tony's right hand was holding a glass of champagne, from which he was getting pleasantly drunk, while his left hand was nestled in its favorite spot-between Drew's naked thighs.
What is it about men and my thighs? Drew thought. They always feel a constant need to touch them.
Beverly closed her vest but left it unbuttoned. "Anyone for a game of strip poker?" she asked.
Drew could tell that Beverly was trying to arouse her-and to arouse Sally as well. She was succeeding on both counts.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea!" Sally said. Her eyes had fallen in love with the little cocktail waitress from the start. "Brian, do you have some playing cards?"
Quickly, Brian searched through all of his pockets for a deck. "No," he reported, heartbroken. He was good at poker, and would have liked to have stripped these three gorgeous women of all their clothes.
Tony removed his hand from between Drew's thighs. "We don't need cards," he said. "Drew, why don't you go sit beside your friend over there?" He lifted her to her feet and gave her a gentle push.
Drew instantly understood what Tony wanted. Despite some mental reservations, her loins quivered with sudden longing. He wanted her to have sex with Beverly, right there in front of everyone. Drew agreed that it was perhaps the only way to liven up this otherwise dull party.
But was Beverly willing? Perhaps her raunchiness had only been a tease, meant to entice Drew to have sex with her at a later time, not now. During their first encounter, she had not seemed pleased to have Brian there watching.
Not quite sure what to expect, Drew crossed the aisle and sat down beside the small, raven-haired beauty.
"Hi," she said to her, smiling shyly.
Beverly returned her smile with a bolder one. "Hello there, sweetie. Glad you could make it." Setting down her glass, she placed one hand on Drew's shoulder and another on her thigh, taking possession of her.
Where they sat was quite comfortable. The interior of the cabin was modeled more after a business lounge than a commercial airliner. Though there were a few individual passenger seats up front, needed for take off and landing, all of the occupants now sat in low settees in the rear of the plane. Drew thought that the settees were perfect for fucking on.
To make small talk, she said, "I bet you were surprised when I called you up and told you I was getting married, huh?"
Beverly's eyes roamed freely up and down Drew's ripe young body, taking in her extraordinary beauty, while her hand began to explore the thigh it had captured. She licked her lips as if in preparation for a feast.
"Surprised that you would attract the eye of a rich man and get him to propose? Hardly. You've got the body to woo even the Pope away from his throne of bachelorhood. Surprised that you would ask me to be at the ceremony and reception? Yes."
Drew's heart caught in her throat as Beverly's hand came tantalizingly close to her cunt, stroking the warm, velvety skin of her inner thigh.
"Well, we needed you as a witness," she said, finding it difficult to speak past her heart, which was beating fast and hard. "I have few other friends here in Laughlin."
"Friends? Oh, come on, cutie. We're much more than just friends."
Abruptly, Beverly kissed Drew on the mouth and stuck four fingers up her vagina.
"Damn!" Drew exclaimed, startled, the sound muffled by the other woman's lips.
Immediately, Tony and Sally leaned in closer to watch what ensued between the two women, while Brian sat down on the floor to get a better angle for his camera.
Drew shuddered as Beverly's fingers plunged deeper and deeper into her pussy, plowing insistently through hot, spongy flesh that contracted around them. The little dyke knew exactly how to torment her. Her middle finger zeroed in on Drew's G-spot, massaging it with an artist's skill, while her thumb danced around and around her erect clit. Painfully tickled, Drew's hips bucked and writhed, while her hands held on tightly to Beverly's waist. She wore no underwear to encumber Beverly's efforts. She had not worn underwear for the past two days. With so many fingers and tongues and cocks finding their way to her pussy recently, she no longer saw the point.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, a sound that came out her nose because Beverly's tongue occupied her mouth, battling it out with her own.
"Take off her dress, Beverly," Brian ordered, wearing his director's cap. "I want to see her tits!"
Beverly did as instructed, but only because she had the same idea in her head anyway. With one swift movement, she lifted off Drew's dress and flung it aside. Brian whistled as his sister's large, succulent orbs were revealed. They were of such perfect shape and quantity. Drew was completely naked now except for her high heels, which she removed herself by kicking them off. Already a thin veneer of sweat had formed on her breasts and belly, making them shimmer erotically in the golden rays of sunlight which spilled in through the windows. Her nipples were hard and erect and appetizing to behold.
Brian didn't have to tell Beverly what to do next.
Without missing a beat, she attacked those nipples, licking and sucking them. Drew moaned and cradled Beverly to her bosom like a feeding infant. Only this infant carried a punch. Without warning, Beverly pushed Drew back and shot her fist up into her cunt. Drew gasped, caught totally by surprise. Looking down, she was amazed to see half of Beverly's forearm buried in her snatch. Beverly's hand and forearm were small enough in diameter to penetrate her like a cock, and immediately she began using it like one, thrusting it in and out of Drew's pussy in a rhythmic fashion. Drew was so exhilarated that the flood gates of her pussy opened up. Juice poured out of her in a deluge.
"Jesus," Tony muttered. He was intensely turned-on at the sight of his bride being fucked by another woman. His dick was so hard it threatened to rip a hole in his pants. He began to take them off.
Brian could no longer hold the camera steady. His hands were shaking too much. Additionally, the heat of his perspiration and heavy breathing caused the viewfinder to fog up. But he didn't care. Even if nothing recorded on tape, he was still having the time of his life.
Drew fucked the hand inside her just as much as it fucked her. Her hips found a musical groove, swinging back and forth at an ever increasing tempo. Friction was almost nullified by her voluminous secretions, which soaked the sofa she was lying on more surely than if she had urinated on it. It really felt as though she had a cock inside her-a cock with an oversized head. Drew's vagina tried to swallow it each time it drove into her, but always it managed to slip free again. Her clit was swollen and aching, craving release.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Sally moaned, watching.
The poor woman was in an aroused state. She had slipped out of her underwear and was now fingering her pussy, but soon she tired of her solo efforts. Seeing Beverly's ass swaying just a few feet away, however, gave her a delicious idea. Getting down on her hands and knees, she lifted up Beverly's miniskirt and tore off her flimsy lace panties with a loud snap of the thong. Then she stuck her long tongue all the way up the small woman's anus.
"Oh!" Beverly cried.
Instinctively, she jerked away from Sally's tongue. Things were supposed to come out of her anus rather than go in. But then she thought better of it and slammed her ass backwards into Sally's face, begging for her hot, slippery organ to enter her again. Sally complied, probing deeply and rhythmically, fucking Beverly's ass with her tongue while one hand came up to play games with her clit. Beverly moaned and shivered, her body unable to digest all the delectable stimuli in one helping.
Brian panned the camera back and forth from Drew's pussy to Beverly's ass. He couldn't decide which action he wanted to concentrate on the most. Both were making his heart pound and his blood boil. Finally, he just zoomed out to a wide shot and left it at that.
Tony didn't stop at his pants. He removed the rest of his clothes as well. Naked now, he crossed over to the other settee and sat down beside his bride. He stroked her long brown hair and fondled her breasts and belly. She moaned in response to his gentle caresses, and turned her head to receive a kiss from him. Then, unable to suppress his urgent need any longer, he grabbed her waist and pulled her backward toward his cock. Beverly had no choice but to let her go. Once Tony had Drew properly positioned on all fours, he stabbed his dick deep into her cunt.
"Oh!" she cried, squirming.
"Did you like that, honey?"
"Yes!"
"Want more."
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
"Only if you promise to make a baby for me."
"I will! I will!"
Tony backed up his hips and slammed into her again. His cock gored her even deeper than before. Drew's thighs quivered under the impact. She gasped. The force spread throughout her body and affected all her soft parts. Her tits swung wildly to and fro, ricocheting off each other, moving in their own separate orbits. Tony did not give them a chance to come to a stop. He began fucking Drew at a furious pace.
Sally had taken her tongue out of Beverly's ass. Now the two were kissing and helping each other to disrobe. Once they were both completely naked, Sally laid Beverly on her back, parted her legs with her knees, and mounted her. Such was the disparity in height between the two women that Beverly found her mouth at one of the blonde's large nipples. She immediately began sucking on it.
"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured, enjoying its salty taste. Then the treat was jarred out her mouth as Sally thrust down hard with her pussy, trying to penetrate her with her erect clit. The wet kiss of their cunt lips sent an electric thrill racing through Beverly's pelvis, which made her yearn to cum. She found Sally's nipple again and clamped down on it hard with her teeth. Sally gasped, but did not try to take it back. The nipple traveled back and forth with Beverly as the blonde humped her steadily.
By now, Brian was no longer content to be an observer. His cock was on fire with desire and needed to be quenched. Dropping the burdensome camera, he hurriedly shucked off his clothes and jumped right into the fray. Preoccupied with each other, neither Beverly nor Sally wanted him as a third partner, but Drew had her mouth open and waiting for him. He stuffed his hard dick right into it, and felt her soft, warm tongue embrace him.
"Ahhhhhhhh," he sighed, now at peace with the universe.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Drew hummed, feeling the same way. She savored the unique experience of having two cocks in her at the same time.
Brian then began to fuck her mouth.
Beverly was the first among them to cum. She let go of Sally's nipple and screamed, screamed as if she wanted the entire world to hear. The sensations inside her were just too much to keep pent up.
Hot, jolting waves of electricity, originating from her clit, shot through her body, coursing along every sensitive nerve, causing her to buck and thrash out of control. Sally was not far behind her in cumming, and soon the two of them were undulating in orgasmic bliss.
Tony watched Brian driving his cock in and out of Drew's mouth and frowned. Drew had let it slip out this morning that he was her brother as well as her lover. This is not what caused Tony to frown, however. He was troubled by something else, namely how uncannily familiar Brian looked to him. It was the same sense of deja vu he had experienced last night with Drew, as if he had met the young man before but didn't quite know where. How old was Brian? he wondered. Twenty-four? Twenty-five? Now that he thought about it, Brian looked remarkably like himself when he was that age. In fact, if you gave him darker hair and eyes, and a more somber look, he was a dead ringer. Tony's mind made a startling connection.
"Drew, what's your maiden name?"
She took Brian's penis out of her mouth to answer.
"Atwood," she gasped.
"Was your mother's first name Kathy?"
Drew turned around to look at him. "Yes. How did you know?"
Tony's dick immediately stopped moving in her cunt. "Because I knew her. Drew, your mother is the woman I told you about, the one I fell in love with and almost married. That was a long time ago. I used to bounce Brian on my knee when she was pregnant with you."
Drew was slow to see the implications, mainly because she didn't want to. "What are you saying, Tony?"
"I'm that saying I'm your father, Drew."
"Oh, God."
"Yes."
"Oh, God."
"Yes. We'll have to get an annulment-immediately."
"No, no. That's not what I mean. I mean, OH, GOD, I THINK I'M CUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMIING!"
Drew couldn't stop herself. Unexpectedly, the revelation made her experience the most intense orgasm of her life. She screamed as it took possession of her body. She drove her cunt backwards along the length of Tony's cock. He grunted at the force of the blow. Then he was cumming right along with her, shooting his hot jism deep into her snatch. At first he tried to withdraw, realizing that he was committing incest, but Drew reached back with her hands and grabbed his butt cheeks, holding him in her. Tony surrendered to her wishes, and to the wishes of his body. He raced his hips back and forth to catch up with the pulsations in his cock. He, too, was experiencing quite a momentous orgasm, one of the best he had had in a long time. He had to admit, there was something exciting and magical about having his cock in his daughter's pussy, shooting it full of spunk.
Brian, seeing his sister and father in such a blissful state, was unable to rein in his own impulses. He stuffed his cock back into Drew's mouth and made a mad dash to reach orgasm. Sensing his compelling need. Drew decided to help the process along, even though she was almost crippled by the spasms Which continued to rock her body. On one of his inward strokes, she grabbed his cock and sucked on it with all her might, while at the same time tightly squeezing his balls with her other hand. It did the trick. She felt his cock swell to twice its normal size, and then spurt after spurt of thick semen was exploding in her mouth.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" he cried.
Drew hummed happily to herself as she swallowed his emissions, pumping his cock for more of the hot, delicious fluid. Having her mouth and cunt fucked at the same time was a fantasy come true. Having it done to her by her brother and father intensified her pleasure.
Oh, what a wonderful thing incest was!
Drew, Brian, and Tony slowly came down from their high together, as a family should. Once the last of their orgasmic spasms left their bodies, they fell away from each other and lay panting in their own pools of sweat. They rested for a full ten minutes, none of them able to say a word to each other beyond a breathless gasp. When Drew finally opened her eyes and looked up, it was to see Beverly and Sally sitting on the edge of their seat, looking at the three of them in amazement.
"Man, Drew," Beverly said, "where can I get me a family like yours?"
Drew licked the cum off her lips and smiled.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"Hit me, baby. Hit me."
The dealer hit Brian.
"Oh, yeah!" he whooped.
He now had twenty and stood on it. The dealer, the same sour-faced man who had taken him for four hundred dollars a couple of weeks ago, busted out and began paying Brian. He stacked up ten new black chips beside his original bet. Since one thousand dollars was the maximum bet, Brian could not let all of it ride, so he gave the winnings to Drew to put in her purse. There was no more space on the table in front of him for more chips.
"How we doing so far?" he asked.
Drew did a quick mental calculation. "I think we're over sixty grand. Want to quit?"
"Not on your life!"
The dealer dealt the next hand. Brian turned over his cards and then dropped them on the table as if they were too hot to touch.
"Blackjack!" Drew shouted, pleased.
The dealer muttered something under his breath as he began paying Brian. Brian leaned back in his chair and breathed out as if he had just taken a good, long drag from a joint. He was happy.
"I could get used to this business of winning," he said.
"Me too."
A cocktail waitress came walking by. "Drinks, anyone? Drinks."
"Hi, Beverly."
"Hi, Drew. Hi, Brian. My, my, it looks like you're doing well."
"I'll do even better with a rum and coke."
"I'll make a note of it. Anything for you, doll?"
"Yes. A coke without the rum," Drew said. "Did you just come on shift?"
"Yep."
"We'll have to get together for a party later."
"I'm in favor of that. Where and when?"
"I don't know yet. Pooky hasn't told us. Maybe Atlantic City. Maybe Monte Carlo. Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow."
"Well, you have my number."
She went off to get the drinks. Another hand was dealt. Another hand was won. As Brian raked in his winnings, the dealer stopped the game and called for more chips. The pit boss, more sour-faced than the dealer, delivered them very reluctantly.
Brian now had the luxury to think about other things. He glanced down at his watch. "What could be keeping those two so long?" he wondered out loud.
"Sex, most-likely."
No sooner had Drew spoken than Tony and Sally appeared on the horizon, arms wrapped around each other's waists. They saw the brother and sister at the blackjack table and immediately steered toward it.
"Are you putting that twenty grand I lent you to good use, Son?" Tony asked.
"Yes, Dad. I can repay you now if you like."
Tony waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. "Don't worry about it. Keep it. Twenty grand is small change to me. Consider it the child support I never paid your mother."
Sally kissed him on the lips. "Aw, you're such a sweetheart, Pooky. I can't wait to start making your babies. They'll be sweethearts too."
He returned her kiss with fervor. One hand slid up under her skirt to massage her pussy as he sucked on her lips. On that hand was a gold wedding ring, similar to Sally's but without the huge diamond. He and Sally had gotten hitched in Las Vegas two days ago, after he'd annulled his marriage to his own daughter. Drew didn't mind. She and Tony still fucked around when the mood hit them, just as Brian and Sally did. After all, it was all in the family!
Brian turned at the sound of shuffling cards. The chip tray had been replenished with black and orange chips. He noticed that he had a new dealer.
"Janet."
She tapped the name tag on her left breast. "Cindy," she corrected. "Janet works at the Yellow Rose, remember?"
"Oh. Sorry." Then he looked at her closely. "How does your ass feel?"
She smirked at him. "Lonely. It misses your cock."
Yes, Brian thought, that's Cindy, all right.
She dealt him two tens. He split them and received two aces. He won both hands.
"Seems like I can't lose today."
"Lucky you," Cindy said.
Drew saw the looks that passed between Cindy and Brian and felt a twinge of jealousy. She leaned in close and whispered in her brother's ear.
"Brian, I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me right now."
He stood up immediately and took his bet back. "Sorry, Cindy, but I have to go. Nature calls.
"Dad, sorry about our dinner plans. You will look after my chips, won't you?"
"Mmmmmm-hmmmm," Tony murmured, his mouth still attached to Sally's.
Hand in hand, Brian and Drew began to walk, then run, towards the elevators.
As siblings they were close. As lovers they were inseparable.
