The sun was a shimmering ball midway in the western sky. It was getting near lunch time and Jonelle Davis felt hungry, yet another gnawing was stronger. She was wet in the crotch of her panties!
The warmth felt good to her on this stretch of lonely beach. Jo sighed and began to unbutton her shirt. She dropped her shirt to the sand and slipped out of her jeans. She hesitated a moment before taking off her panties. They were the only undergarments she fooled with. Her tits were firm, and she really didn't need a bra.
Jo raised her hands, felt her breasts, rubbing until her nipples were warm and stood up against her palms. She was pleased she had such nice breasts; men seemed to go apeshit over girls with big boobs, and she sure wanted a man!
Her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties. She looked around. Prying eyes couldn't disturb her here. From the causeway and road, her haven was almost invisible. She could see down, but the rocks and brush prevented anyone from seeing up. And unless she ran into a voyeuristic seagull, she could be assured of privacy. Smiling, Jo took off her panties, laid them with the rest of her clothes, and stretched out on her blanket in the sun.
She liked being naked, especially in the summertime, under a hot sun. She could smell the ocean. Its salty tang reminded her of her own sweet twat; a man with his face buried in there. Jo groaned aloud. She was trying her goddamnedest not to think about men.
She cupped her breasts, squeezed. The firm tits, capped in tiny brown nipples that were always erect, felt good to her. She knew it was wrong to feel this way, but what the hell. Could she help it? Could the sky help being blue?
Jo began to writhe on the blanket. Her body flamed with lust, the sudden hot passion of her starved libido, and every time she brought her thighs together a pulsating heat shivered inside her pussy. She bit her lower lip, moaned, then sent one hand ranging downward, fingers extended like scouts riding point for the wagon train, ready to mull through the floss of her dark pubic hair and toy with the sweet juicy slice lurking under the tangle of curls.
It was her slice. She could play with it whenever she wanted. And her fingers. The only ones, it appeared, she could trust. Why was her life such a pit, anyway? She knew women who seemed to adapt to anything, any situation, but here she was, staying with her brother and his wife, and she couldn't cope with it. Every time she was in the house at night and heard the sounds of her brother fucking his wife, she wanted to burst in on them and join in ... her own brother. She even wanted to take on her sister-in-law, too.
AHHHHHHH!!!!!
She wanted to scream it aloud, but the surroundings were so placid and quiet, the sea lapping in upon the shore, the soft flutter of gulls overhead, that she didn't dare shout her joy for fear of disturbing the natural harmonies. But she was screaming inside herself, screaming madly, passionately, in shrill excited tones. Her entire body shivered with that mental scream and she could feel marrow melting in her bones.
Her hand was on her cunt, one finger-the middle one, longest of the five-pressing her slit. Jo bit her lip hard, then shoved more forcefully with her finger. It sank into her pussy. She felt the lips spreading to allow it passage, and she pushed deeply into her hole. The lips sealed tight around the intruder, muscles rippling up and down, and she sighed as she tried to work her finger in and out other itchy cunt. She couldn't move far, thanks to the constriction of her cooze, but every motion was a poem in itself. The juices were hot and thick in her simmering pussy and she stirred them round and round with a questioning finger. Somehow it always came back to this, Jo's finger inside Jo's cunt, and somehow she knew, inside herself, that it wouldn't always be so, but she could give herself this much. She didn't have to have anyone to help her, not her brother nor her sister-in-law. It was her own gift from Jonelle Davis to Jonelle Davis. At least, this way, she didn't have to worry about the guilt and shame she knew she would feel if she did ever make it with her brother or his wife.
Jo drew up her legs, till her knees were almost touching her bare tits. She had both hands in her crotch now, one of them assaulting her pussy from above, the other working below; stroking her cunt slice from the rear, slipping back now and then to stroke the tight clutch of her asshole. She liked that too, but not too vigorous. A delicate, featherlike touch, not a fist jammed up her rectum.
One hand tickled the sticky hole of her sex, three fingers stiff, thrusting in and out. The other stroked the sensitive flesh around and back. She caressed herself lovingly, wishing that someone else were doing her this sweet service. Her fingertips brushed the rosy bud of her asshole and she shivered a little. Her toes wiggled in the air. Jo moaned, sighed, dug a little deeper, and moaned again.
The juice was almost pumping from her, each time she thrust those three stabbing fingers into her cooze. They went deep, fast, hard. Why did it feel so different when she 'was fucking herself? This was basically what men did to women, wasn't it? Only men used a dick instead of fingers. She wanted to try it with men-a man, her brother! But instead she did it this way, her own fingers in her own pussy. Even the desire for her own sister-in-law made her feel like a lesbian, she told herself. So she had become a compulsive masturbator.
Her thumb was busy too, rubbing the button of her clit. The little nub was erecting from its shield of flesh, all slick and hot and Jesus Christ, so sensitive it made her skin crawl! She pushed it like a button and white-hot pain sped through her body, but the sweetest kind of pain imaginable. It hurt, but she enjoyed hurting like this. Her thumb came down again, and by now her clit was fully extended, as big as a ripe pea, so tender and raw she couldn't bear to touch it directly.
Not that it stopped Jo, in any case. She made circles with her thumb, all around the base of her trigger, rubbing with her thumb, pushing, poking, prodding, rubbing, till her throat was raw from raspy breathing and there was a throb behind her eyes that seemed on the verge of popping her head open. At the same time she kept plunging fingers into her pussy, and it occurred to Jo that at least one good thing had come of her masturbation. She didn't have a hymen to make it hurt, to block the passage of her fingers. That had happened a long time ago and her masturbation had kept the passage open.
Her fingers plunged into the knot of her rippling cunt and her juices were like a fountain and her asshole tightened against the finger that prodded it, too, and she began to gasp and moan and rock about on the blanket, eyes wide open but not even seeing the yellow ball of sun in the sky to the westward now. She curled into a tight ball on the blanket and she hugged herself, knees to chest, and she fucked herself, and she whimpered through her come until- her wrist ached and her pussy ached and her whole body was a mass of satisfied tissues and nerve endings and she was like a cello that had just been played on by Pablo Casals. Slowly, Jo uncurled, stretched on her blanket, and her fingers eased free of her juicing twat, and she lay panting, satiated. For now. But how long would it last? How soon would she feel the need, the irresistible need, to have someone else involved when she had an orgasm?
It was late in the afternoon when she returned to the beach cottage.
CHAPTER TWO
Jo came out of the bathroom wearing her nightgown. It was flannel-nights could be chilly at the seashore-and it was pleasantly frumpy. All she needed were curlers in her hair.
The bedroom window was open, and a salty mist of night air came fluttering in. With it came the sound of music. Jo felt the slight chill and she went to close the window, but before she did, she happened to look out.
Her brother, Jim, and his wife Lisa, were camped on the beach. They'd built a small fire and Jim sprawled on a blanket, sipping from a can of beer. Lisa stood by him, the fire behind her, a transistor radio twirling from its thong in one hand. She was naked, stark naked, and she was dancing like a bacchanal to the heavy metallic music she held on a string.
Jo sank to her knees, still staring wide-eyed through the window. Dear God, she thought, oh, dear God! She's even more beautiful in the moonlight than I'd dreamed she could ever be!
Lisa was as tawny as a lioness in the firelight, her body shining as if it had been waxed. Her breasts shook as she danced, and they looked even larger naked than they had straining in the too-tight tee shirt she usually wore. They moved now with a freedom and bounce that Jo found hypnotic.
Lisa turned in profile and her nipples were taut and stiff, thrust out in eye-catching erection. With her free hand she caressed herself while she danced, felt her tits, played with her nipples. She leaned her head back with a sigh of contentment. Her body twisted again, gyrating with the music, and she was poetry in motion. It was a kind of art that could never be captured, not even by anyone as talented as Jo felt she was as an artist. Jo could only stare and lust, and envy.
Lisa was short, yes, and built, but there was no fat on Lisa's frame. Her tummy was small and softly round, hollowing down into an inviting crotch set between firm, taut-muscled legs. Dancer's legs. Her ass was smooth, swinging in wide exciting curves, and her own curves were nothing to sneeze at, either. She stuck out behind nearly as provocatively as she did from the front, a nicely symmetrical effect, and she kept turning round and round with the music, turning until Jo had seep. Her bare gleaming body from every possible angle. But Jo wanted to see it again, and again, and again. She didn't want to stop looking. She couldn't stop looking.
Still on her knees, Jo reached down with a trembling, nervous hand. She lifted the hem of her gown, reached inside. For a moment she caressed herself with shaking, quivery fingers, stroking her twat through the nylon of her panties, until juices oozed into the slit and soaked the fabric and her hips began to shake a little. She realized that she too was moving with that music from down on the beach. Infectious music. And an infectious sight.
Jo pushed harder at her slit until finger and panties alike slipped into her tender, love-starved crease. She moaned through clenched teeth at the sudden pressure on her clit, and she was astonished to find her nubbin as erect as it was, so stiff and so lust-raw she could hardly bear to touch it. But somehow she couldn't make herself stop touching it, just as she couldn't look away from the sight unfolding before her eyes down on the beach. Erotic jolts of pain burst through her cunt region as she masturbated and her eyes were glued upon Lisa, dancing. Desirable Lisa. She watched, and she desired.
Lisa began to chant along with the music, humming and trilling in a soft, slightly off key voice, like a little girl just learning to sing and not entirely sure of her pitch. Chills ran up and down Jo's spine and she pressed her chin against the window sill, watching.
Lisa wasn't much of a singer, but her voice was haunting and evocative all the same. And there was damned little she had to learn about dancing. At least, about erotic dancing. She was almost perfect, Jo thought.
Her body moved with a sexual, feline intensity, arms lifting high above her head, tits shaking, ass swinging from side to side. She swooped low, down to the sand, legs spread in a split that a ballerina would have been proud of. She humped against the sand for a moment, her hair loose and free, shaking around her face and down her tits, and she husked like a woman in throes of sexual passion. When she stood up, sand coated her crotch.
She was bare between the legs, bare as a baby, her slit vivid and well-defined, a long neat crack running through her plump swell of crotch. Jo's mouth began to water as she watched that crack, saw it tantalizingly revealed by the motion of Lisa's legs. And then the girl, giggling, lifted one foot impossibly high into the air, toes pointing upward as if they meant to stir among the stars. Jim reached up from his blanket and for a long moment, a despairing moment to Jo, he clutched Lisa's plump pussy, flexed his hand on it, squeezed until Lisa moaned, "Ah, Goddddd ... " and danced away.
She stopped a moment, catching her breath while the song on the radio crashed through its final chords. "Mmmmmmmm," she purred, rocking on her feet through a commercial or two, and it was plain that she was anxious for more music. The next song started, softer, disco-shit, and she began to move with it.
She did bumps and grinds, soft, sexy, sinuous, disco-style bumps and grinds. She did the hustle and the bump and a little of the hootchie-kooch too, and she was great at everyone of them. She could move her body in ways Jo had never thought existed, and each motion showed her off in anew, exciting way, ways that cut through Jo like a knife. Her knees trembled where she knelt by her window, and her hand was a crazed, passion-maddened thing operating on her mushy cunt.
"Oh, yes, now," Jo whimpered at the very bottom of her throat. Her fingers pushed impatiently at the panties, got inside, onto the pussy itself, the pussy whose abundant dripping had already soaked her fingers and the ice-blue panties. Her lips were frothy with juice when she touched them bare, and she moved her fingers along the wet crease until her finger was sticky and moist and the aroma of hot, excited pussy filled her nostrils where she knell. She moaned, gasped, started working her fingers into herself, fucking her pussy with passionate groans that were torn from her heart, from her very soul.
Lisa was singing with the song too, if you could call it singing. At the very least you could call it sexy. If I had my guitar, Jo thought, we could do duets. Even her sour notes sound good. One song drifted into another while Jo masturbated and stared, and almost before she had time to appreciate the change, Lisa was down there, flatting only an occasional note.
She went down onto her knees on the sand, dropping the radio onto the beach. She stretched her hand toward Jim and he reared up, his dark hair gleaming in the firelight.
Jo stroked herself furiously as the tableau kept shifting before her wondering eyes. With her free hand she managed to unlace the top of her gown. She thrust her hand inside, eager to pinch and maul her tits. The nipples of her firm hard boobs were rigid and upright, and she seized them avidly, squeezing till her breath shortened and her whole body shook and .ached with raging arousal. Drool oozed from one corner of her mouth. She couldn't control the flow of her saliva. She tried to swallow the excess; maybe that would help her tight, dry throat. But she had to stop, just short .of choking on excess spit. Her finger kept socking in and out of her foaming pussy and she was feeling those strokes, all the stabbing way in, all the shuddery way out. Her muscles clenched and sucked, and her snatch was full of wetness. She hadn't been this hot in months.
Damn it all anyway! she thought. She ought to go to bed, stop this degrading voyeuristic game she was playing with herself. But she couldn't. Her eyes were glued to Lisa's naked body down there on the beach, and she tried to make her mind filter out the disturbing presence of Jim. God, she wanted him, too!
The song went on, gospel-like piano chords emanating from the radio on the sand. Jo's heart raced inside her bosom and her fingers raced inside her pussy. It was a toss-up which would win, heart or fingers. She was stroking herself hard now, masturbating furiously, her eyes following Lisa as she knelt on the beach, offering herself shamelessly to her husband.
Jim was kneeling too, and their bodies rocked together. She was dry-humping against him, doing it like a slut. She was a slut. Of course she was!
Lisa pulled back a little and, profiled in front of the fire, Jim was obviously hard in his pants. Jo dug into her twat with three fiery fingers, pounding them like hammers on the anvil of her lust. She jerked them free, drove them home again, drove up her snatch until her throat tightened and her body seemed on the verge of becoming jell-o. That was how Lisa deserved to be loved. In the intense way that Jo felt only she could make love to her!
Jim was stripping himself, with help from Lisa. She pulled the shirt over his head and shoulders, and then he reached down to undo his pants. She fell onto her belly on the sand before him, jerking at his jeans. His cock bounced out and smacked her in the face. The fire's glow made his cock look red as the biggest stallion's, and hung as such, too.
Jo's heart jumped at the sight. God, it was so big and beautiful. All cocks were beautiful, but this one was more so than others because it belonged to her beautiful big brother.
Lisa said, "Ooooohhhh, honey, it looks good enough to eat!" She said it in that dreamy little voice of hers, a child's voice in a woman's body. Jo closed her eyes a moment and imagined it was she who had just said that to Jim.
"Then eat it," Jim said, and Jo felt as if he were talking to her. God! She had to watch this. Now Jim was thrusting his cock into Lisa's hungry mouth.
Grabbing him by the legs, Lisa began to eat him up and down, gobbling, swallowing, making loud, vulgar, slurpy sounds. It made Jo more horny. Until now she could handle the situation fairly well, but this erotic display was arousing her to unbelievable heights.
She watched Lisa making her mouth a receptacle for Jim's throbbing' prick, a woman obviously relishing it, reveling in it.
Jo wanted to be doing the same and her fingers were reaming madly in and out of her pussy. The sprawl of Lisa's busty, ripe .frame on the sand, the curve of legs and hips, the thrust of tits, the sight of Jim's big cock-they were too much, God, too much! Jo was excited and she was ashamed of herself for what she was doing, but she couldn't make her fingers go limp in her steamy jungle of a twat, and she couldn't force her pussy to stop snapping like a piranha at those fingers.
Her nipples were stiff, agony swelling and coursing in them each time her hand brushed the rubbery little tips. She knew that a warm, wet mouth could make those nipples feel good-better than good-but she didn't have a warm, wet mouth to suck on her, only her fumbling, aroused hand clawing over her lust-hardened boobs, pinching viciously at her' swollen, aching nipples.
"You gonna fuck me?" Lisa asked wiping drool from her mouth as she sat up. She had a smug grin on her face. Forty feet away, Jo could see that grin. Jim's cock jutted up with a slight curve in its length giving it the appearance of a thick scimitar someone had tried, not successfully, to straighten out. Jo was good at estimations. Space and proportion were part of her calling as an artist. And she knew that Jim was a well-hung man, that his cock was big and fat and long and thick, bigger than the average, bigger than any other prick she had ever seen. The knowledge fired her loins. Was Lisa like her? Did she think of nothing but length, thickness, stiffness? Did her every waking dream center around a stiff prick? Is she really like me? Jo wondered.
"It seems kinda kinky," Lisa observed, lying back on the sand, her knees up. "I mean here we are, getting ready to fuck on the beach. Shit! I bet there are people watching us!"
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, baby?" Jim teased, coming into the spread of Lisa's legs. He put his hands on her knees, worked them. "You would, wouldn't you? You'd like to have an audience. "
"Yeah, I suppose so. It's kinda exciting, thinking about it, I mean."
"Well, my sexy lady, you go on and fantasize. I'm going to give you a good fucking right now!"
Lisa hummed something and her legs spread widely, and Jim came down upon her. There was a moment of fumbling and then the girl wailed out a cry of delight. Her legs shot up into the air, toes wiggling, and she moaned. "Oh, do it, Jim, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ... "
Jo's eyes were full of tears now, thankfully misting the delightful sight she was watching, and there was a roaring in her ears, louder than the inrush of the surf further down the beach. "I could be joining in with you two," she whispered, still pawing her tits and frigging her hot box of a pussy. "I could be getting fucked, could be getting sucked, oh ... Please Lisa, make noises, any noises, moan, cry out, fold your legs around him. Tell him to keep fucking you. Scream. Scream out for me to join in! Oh, God, I'll come, come and come ... "
She wasn't far from coming now. She could sense it in every fiber of her being. Her fingers trembled inside her pussy, quivered tensely, and the lips of her slot, the walls of her tube-they were doing all the work, rippling, contracting like the speeded-up tempo of her breathing. Her clitoris throbbed and her tits were sore, aching lumps of abused flesh. She stared out the window, sobbing with frustration as she watched Lisa writhe under Jim, and she could feel the shame as each stroke of that fat thick cock pounded into the girl. She wanted it to be pounding into her own hot pussy, God how Jo wanted it!
Lisa screamed wildly, rolling under Jim as if she were going into epileptic seizure. Her legs wreathed around him, and she said, "Oh fuck me, Jim, really fuck me, fuck it to me, fuck me, fuck me ... "
"Fuck it to you and a dozen more, the way I feel tonight." Jim panted, working hard above her. His bare buttocks shone in the firelight, and they looked hard and firm, like slabs of meat. Oh, she wanted him, wanted him so. Why couldn't he be on top of her instead of atop Lisa and his big cock pummeling its way in and out of her sweet, sweet cunt? His body topped Lisa's beautiful frame and he used her the way an animal uses the nearest available female of its species, Jo supposed. She didn't know whether or not he really loved Lisa. Maybe he just loved to fuck and any woman would do. Maybe he was like that. Maybe, hell, maybe even, if he got hot enough sometimes, he might even want to fuck his own sister! Jo shivered violently at the thought.
"Do it, baby, do it to me!" Lisa squealed, rocking and writhing under him on the sand. She attacked him with hands and legs, but she wasn't fighting him off. She was enticing him to fuck her harder, to ravish her and brutalize her and fuck her. Jo felt her heart almost bursting she was so excited. Oh God, how she needed taking care of, the way she'd always longed to be taken care of. She staggered toward the bed, fingers still buried in her rippling snatch. Somehow she managed to throw herself down, collapsing onto the mattress with sighs and tears of frustration.
She rolled over, and she could see the flames through her window and she could still hear the moans and giggles of Lisa as the hot little blonde was fucked and refucked. Shit! It should be me, Jo moaned. She wanted to scream. I love sex! God, how I love it! I need to be fucked! Oh Jim, Lisa ... help me! Help me!
Her fingers thrust in and out furiously. She had her knees up, her panties down to her knees, and her nightgown rolled up past her quivering tits. Her cunt seemed to buck up to meet the plunges of her fingers, and she fucked herself with maddened 'determination. I don't need anyone, she lied to herself, and least of all that hot Lisa or that well-hung brother of mine. I'll never need anyone. I have my finger. As long as I have myself, I still have more than most other people will ever call their own. I have me. Oh, baby, I have meeeeee!
Her orgasms came thundering down upon her, one followed by another and still another. She rocked on the bed, not caring how much noise she made. The two on the beach were doped into their own activities. Yet through it all, through the whole sweet surrender to her own passions and lusts, she could hear plain as anything the sound of Lisa's radio, and, even clearer, the girl's sexual moans and cries, floating in with the breeze from the sea, through her open window.
And then, when it was over, she could still hear the sounds from outside. Weren't they ever going to stop! She wanted to close the window, shut out the noises, but she knew she couldn't walk over and do it, that she'd have to look, and that if she looked ... Jo crawled under her covers, sobbing like a baby, and she covered her head with the pillow. And still those sounds hammered upon her eardrums, penetrating the pillow's shield the way Jim's cock must be penetrating Lisa's cunt. She rocked and tossed until a fitful, dream-haunted sleep stole upon her. It seemed to take hours, but her body finally fell, leaden, into the sea of slumber.
She spent a lousy night, the rottenest of her life. Her dreams were almost nightmares, sexual nightmares. She was with Jim on the beach. They were fucking gloriously, the way she'd watched him and his wife on the beach. Except he was mounting Jo, from the rear, too, really giving her the dick, and he leaned close to kiss her on the side of the face. It was his cock ramming in and out of her, sending messages of delight from her pussy to her brain, and even as she understood she felt herself beginning to come, to come like a bandit, her body shaking and writhing under him, and he could feel it too because he stepped up his fucking and speared her with his tool and she couldn't stop, she could only lie there and weep and buck and climax, again and again.
She awoke from that dream with a cry of panic, but she was alone in her bed and the house was as silent as a grave. It was early, she knew, because there was only a chilly looking gray light outside. Jo closed her eyes, sank onto the bed again, and sleep came stealing back. Her dreams were no more pleasant, but at least she didn't awake until the alarm rang.
CHAPTER THREE
Jo lay for a long time after the alarm had sounded. Her first class wasn't until almost noon anyway. In a way she was glad she had decided to take the art class this summer. It kept her occupied, kept her mind busy on form and depths and color and detail.
She wondered if she had made the right move, coming to live with her brother and his wife, after the tragic accident that took both parents. Sometimes she felt like an intruder, yet both Jim and Lisa treated her in an off-hand friendly way, showing clearly that they did want her, and that they enjoyed her company.
Later that day, after Jo had returned from her art class, she set up the easel in the living room so she could get better light. Her brother Jim was at work and she knew his wife Lisa was somewhere about, probably out walking on the beach picking up shells, her favorite pastime.
A noise interrupted Jo and when Lisa walked in, Jo sucked in her breath. She felt a certain madness crawling through her veins. There was no history of insanity in the family, but she knew that she was on the verge of setting the precedent. She was so close to Lisa she could smell the salt water that still clung to the woman, and even more powerful, Lisa's own natural body oils and odors. They were sweet, like rolling in a garden of fragrant flowers, and Jo felt her head beginning to roll, too. Her vision misted, as if heat shimmers were surrounding her on every side, and time after time she willed her nervous hand not to reach out, smooth the tangles from Lisa's golden hair. The skin, oh, God, the skin. Smooth, tanned, with little bubbles of water decorating it. Her hand twitched and she wanted to crawl under a rock, join a nunnery, stick her head in the sand, anything, anything to get away.
"How was your class?" Lisa asked, still standing dose and still looking at the blank canvas on the easel. "Know what you're going to paint?"
"Uh, no," Jo managed to stammer.
"Were you ever interested in doing a female nude?"
Jo reddened visibly. "I, uh, yes, I guess so."
"Why don't you paint me? We have plenty of free time during the day. And I'd like to give it to Jim if you want to do one of me." Lisa whirled about, then asked, "You interested in using me as a model?" She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, back and forth, and her hips moved inside the towel that appeared to be her only garment. Jo watched the rise and fall of those ripe haunches and she wanted to turn away, but she couldn't will herself to do it. Not even when she remembered last night, the way Lisa had responded to Jim on the beach. It couldn't do anything but increase the passion Jo felt at just that moment.
"I, uh, I don't know ... " Jo heard herself saying. "I, maybe I ... "
Lisa turned, green eyes sparkling like emeralds. "I'd really dig modeling, I think. And I bet you could really make me look good. "
Jo nodded.
"Oh wow!" Lisa said delightedly. She hurried around, stood beyond the easel, golden hair glowing in the sunlight. "I guess you want to see how I look without my clothes. huh?" she added, and the towel dropped in a flurry at her feet.
She stood naked, tits lifting as she breathed, and Jo began to moan while her eyes seemed to blur and mist and her fingers clenched tightly on the brush she held, so tightly that the brush handle snapped in two and both pieces fell to the ground. Lisa cupped her lush full tits from beneath, and she held them as if in offering. The nipples were pink and rigid, big round nipples with fat thick teats set squarely at their centers, and those nipples stared at Jo like earnest pink eyes. Her legs were slightly parted, and the glorious puff of her shaven cunt was on full display. Jo could see the reddish-pink of the crease, could even see the tiny inner lips framed in the slash, demure hints of the sweetness and pleasure that lurked a little deeper within.
"Stop it," Jo whispered. "For the love of Christ, stop it."
Still cupping her tits, Lisa stepped a pace or two toward Jo. "Don't you want to paint me?" she asked, a stray wet lock of hair fallen across her smooth forehead, gold hair against gold skin. "Or would you rather fool around a little?" She let go of her tits and went around the easel. Jo turned, and Lisa's hand stretched out. Jo took that hand in her own and, together, the two girls walked out the door and into the ankle-high grass that dotted the bluff overlooking the cove.
Lisa was shorter than Jo, and she had to stand on tiptoes to kiss Jo, and when she did her lush full tits rubbed arousal and invitation onto Jo's chest. Jo moaned into the mouth that covered her own and she embraced Lisa, hands racing down the girl's bare body. She cupped Lisa's buttocks, squeezed, marveled at the taut, springy, resilient flesh. Warm flesh, smooth flesh, still wet from the ocean. She pinched off tiny rolls of baby fat, felt them glide beneath her probing, seeking fingers. Lisa sighed and wriggled against Jo, and it was a dream come true. God, it was only a dream! Jo tried to tell herself. None of this was happening! A perky, frisky tongue slipped into Jo's mouth, played like a puppy, and Jo knew that this was no dream sensation. It was real, dear Jesus, it was real and it was happening! To her! To Jonelle Davis! She clasped Lisa's ass and ground her body against the older blonde's, giving full rein to her passion and lust.
They sank onto the grass, still kissing and touching. Jo felt hands on her breasts, hands that caressed the outline of her tits through the close shirt she wore, hands that wouldn't be content with caresses, that had to slip inside. Her buttons loosened. Lisa's fingers touched the bare trembling flesh of her tits. Her nipples were stiff and the older woman's fingers found them in no time, began to squeeze the sensitive little tips in rhythmic, knowing fashion.
Lisa's tongue retreated and she rolled over onto her back. Jo moved up, taking the initiative. Her shirt came loose. She fought free of it, came down upon Lisa bare to the waist, and there was an electric shock as her naked tits came into contact with Lisa's. Four stiff nipples, four eager tits. And a mouth that was only too willing to accept Jo's tongue, to suck it happily while lips and tits rubbed together and excitement roared like a blast furnace inside Jo's hungry body.
They came apart slowly. Jo's lips hurt, she'd kissed the woman with such intensity. She sat up, rubbing her mouth, looking at Lisa, wondering what all this meant. Lisa sat up too and she brushed Jo's nearest breast with the back of her hand. The nipple wobbled as she stroked it, and Jo could hardly breathe.
Lisa was beaming with smiles. "Did you like that?" she asked. Jo blushed. "Was it more fun than watching me and Jim last night? "
"What ...?"
"I saw you peeking out the window," Lisa added, leaning in closer. She licked Jo's neck, and then her tongue glided down Jo's breast, onto the reddish peak of one nipple. She flicked it twice, then pulled it into her mouth and sucked. There could be no faking in the smooth, efficient action of her lips. She knew what she was doing and she enjoyed it. So did Jo.
"Really," Lisa said, lifting her face and looking into Jo's brown eyes, "I have known for a long time what you've needed, but I haven't done too much about it till now." She smiled, then added, "Do I turn you on?"
Jo nodded.
"Do you like to fuck, too? With men I mean?" Again Jo nodded.
"Me, too," Lisa said.
Jo put her hands on Lisa's tits and squeezed. God, the ripeness, the firmness, the heat of the pink nipples against her palms! "And I want to fuck you, too. I want you so badly I can taste you right now-all over my face, as if you're already feeding me on your pussy ... I ... "
Lisa stood, looking down at Jo. "And I can feel your tongue in me," she said, rubbing her slit until it sparkled. Little drops of come were oozing from her crack. Jo could see them, smell them, almost taste them. "I bet you're good," Lisa added. "I bet you're good at everything you do. Show me, Jo. Show me how good you are."
"I, uh, I've never done it before ... "
"You haven't?" Lisa looked at her quizzically. "I didn't know that. I thought, well, I thought, you know ... that you'd really had experience. "
"Not a bit. Only my imagination and," she said as her face reddened, "my finger."
"Me, too ... my finger, that is. It helps a lot," Lisa admitted. "Shall we show each other then?"
Jo nodded. "Come here," she said huskily, and she seized Lisa's legs. Lifting herself, she thrust her face into Lisa's crotch. Her hands preceded her, split the hairless crack, made room for her hot ready tongue. She spread into Lisa and she heard the woman moan in delight, but she couldn't be half so delighted as Jo was, getting her first sweet taste of pussy.
Slowly they came down again, Jo on her back, Lisa sitting on her face. Jo had an entire pussy to work with, and it was the pussy of her dreams. She opened it, marveled at the coral-pink interior, at the slippery texture of the folds of flesh inside Lisa's gates, at the redness of the clitoral button that was already erect and hot for the fray. Leaning up, she anointed the clit with her tongue, felt it quiver against her, felt the shudders of joy run through Lisa's entire body. She squeezed the woman's ass and started to eat pussy.
Lisa leaned forward, pressing her twat down upon Jo's face. "God," the blonde panted, "you are good at everything! Eat me, darling! Eat me up! Chew me raw! Stick your tongue in my twat! Oh, lick me, lick me, lick me! Suck me sweet and I'll come all over your pretty face! My God, Jo, eat me, eat me, eat meeeeee!"
As for Jo, she was eating, and it was better even than she had dreamed it could be. The blonde sister-in-law's cunt was delicious, sweet and fresh and tangy, and her tongue found new taste treats everywhere it roamed. The tube was snug around her tongue and she loved that. She worked one hand loose from Lisa's ass, got it into the woman's sweet snatch from behind, and she poked home with a lustful vengeance. Atop her, Lisa quivered and moaned, and Jo knew that she wasn't the only one enjoying this magic moment. Oh, God, she thought, it's really happening! No matter how the rest of my life goes, I've had this. And I'll never ever forget it!
Lisa rocked back, until she was lying atop Jo's lean body, her taut-fleshed legs on either side of Jo's head, her pussy jammed against Jo's eager mouth. Jo rammed her tongue into Lisa, then reached up, and took hold of the woman's jiggling tits. They were hard with excitement, the nipples an inch long and fat as pinky fingers. Jo squeezed the nipples, squeezed until Lisa throbbed and shook atop her, and she kept her tongue busy, in and out of her vagina, up to bathe the clit in hot saliva, back down to the hole again. Everything was so delicious she didn't know where to lunch next. She wanted to eat that cunt-hole, to chew it up and digest it and absorb it into her own system so she could keep it with her always.
"Suck me, sweet," Lisa panted. "Oh, you're doing it, Jo! You're eating me! Nobody eats like another woman, do they? Nothing tastes like a pussy? I want to smother you with my cunt! I want to get your whole head into me! I want to pull you up my snatch and never let you go! Your tongue, baby! Use your fucking tongue! Fuck me with your motherfucking tongue! Slurp, slurp! Ohhhhh-wowwwwww!"
Her pussy was responding like a well tuned engine. When Jo wasn't burying her face in the sweet hairless crack, that sweet hairless crack was thrusting at her face, cooze juice leaking from the slit, thick and tart and as addictive as good wine. Jo's face was already soaked, from sweat and cooze juice, but everything was good and she wanted more. Oh, God, she wanted everything!
Lisa jerked her pussy back, and Jo couldn't raise her face high enough to follow. Lisa rolled off Jo, turned around fast, threw herself down upon the supine girl, began to kiss her mouth hungrily, using lips and tongue and teeth. "I can taste me," she said. "I can taste me all over you." Her tongue shot into Jo's mouth and Jo sucked as vigorously as she'd nursed Lisa's clit. At the same time Lisa's hands were on Jo's body, ravishing her tits, sliding down her belly, fighting with the button of Jo's tight jeans. "Come loose, goddamn it," Lisa growled, and the button opened and her hand thrust inside.
She slid beneath the waistband of Jo's panties, fingers burrowing through Jo's little jungle of dark pubic hair. Jo's twat was leaky with hot juice too, and Lisa's fidgety fingers only increased the flow.
"Hair," Lisa sighed. "I like to nuzzle in hair. Get your pants off. Let's eat each other. You can lick me with no hair and I can wallow in your fluff. Okay?"
Did she have to ask? My God, Jo thought, docs she have to fucking ask? She lifted her ass and Lisa pulled down pants and panties in one quick motion, baring Jo to the ankles. The shoes had to come off before Jo could be stripped totally, and it was hard getting the shoes off because Jo's toes were curled tightly, tense with excitement.
But the shoes fell away, and Lisa was grunting heavily as she jerked off Jo's pants, and then both of them were naked, two glowing female bodies hot with desire and lust. She stared at Jo's twat, her eyes glittering as she drank in the loveliness of the curling hairs. Jo was just as turned on by Lisa's hairless twat. To each her own, she thought, her hand sliding up and down Lisa's smooth tanned thigh. The woman was tanned to the same shade of a new-penny copper all over, a tribute to the California sun and a landmark to Jo's arousal. Jo's hand worked up the inside of Lisa's leg and the fingers came to rest on the girl's puss-bare cunt-mound. The flesh was blazing hot, or so it felt to Jo's excited fingers, and the slice dripped sticky juices. Jo worked her fingers in that goo, then started to punch one into Lisa's hole.
"Right," Lisa said. "It's time to play!" She cupped Jo's mound, squeezed it. "Hair tickles," she announced with a girlish giggle. "I shaved mine when I was married because Jim likes it that way. Maybe sometime, though, I'll let the fuzz grow out again. "
"I like it this way, too," Jo husked. "I really get off on it, too."
Lisa giggled, and she arranged herself over Jo, pussy to face. As her hairless twat settled down on Jo's mouth, the auburn-haired girl thought it felt like nothing she had ever experienced before. "Come here," she murmured to the descending pussy and her tongue lifted to kiss it hello.
Something kissed her own pussy at almost the same instant. It was Lisa's mouth, Lisa's wet hungry mouth, covering Jo's entire cunt bulge, sucking hard. Jo moaned, her mouth full of hot hairless twat, and she began to writhe. She was so juiced-up that it wouldn't take much to set her coming, but there would be more. God, if she had to, she'd tear up the canvas and bind Lisa hand and foot! Keep her out here the whole goddamned day, rape her as thoroughly as any woman had ever been raped in this world's history.
Lisa sucked cunt, and then she relaxed the pressure, causing Jo to groan in a mixture of joy and sadness. It only lasted for a second. Lisa opened Jo's snatch and started to lick her way in and out, and it was obvious she knew what she was doing. I'm not the first cooze she's eaten, Jo told herself. How many others had there been? How many? Little pangs of jealousy shot through her. She hated the idea. She hated the idea of other women having known Lisa, of the sweet darting tongue flitting in and out of other women's cunts. But I have her now, Jo thought, taking a death grip on Lisa's ass, squashing the hairless snatch down against her hungry mouth. I have her and I'm not going to Jet her go! Not until I'm good and ready. And I may never be that ready.
Fingers stabbed into Jo, little fingers but agile fingers, sharp punching fingers that clearly knew their way around a pussy. At least, Jo rationalized, I don't have to tell her what I like. She knows what to do to please me.
Her tongue raced up into Lisa's rippling snatch and she felt the eager play of muscles inside the sweet-scented pussy. Hot drippings smeared her face, coated her raging tongue. Lisa's clit was up, big and eager, the biggest clit Jo had ever seen in any of the magazines she had looked at, a thrill to behold, a treat to suck, a privilege to make love to. She washed it with her tongue and she sucked it and she loved it, and she felt Lisa's excited pulse thump through the clitoral nub, hammering against the tip of her tongue. Another flood of sticky girl-goo oozed from Lisa and wet the ball of Jo's chin. Reluctantly she left off clit-sucking and scooped low with her tongue, hungry for those juices. She drank them avidly and her tongue worked inside, lapping up still more and more and more of Lisa's come cream. And this was only the preliminary! When Lisa orgasmed, there would be a flood of juice in which Jo could easily drown. But what a way to die!
Had Lisa really seen her last night? Had Lisa been aware of Jo's desire from the moment of their first meeting? It seemed incredible, almost impossible to believe, but it had to be true. And had she come in here today only to see if Jo would paint her, or had she come here precisely to be seduced? On the other hand, who had seduced whom? The initiative had been Lisa's, right from the start. In all her dreams Jo had never thought something like-this would happen to her ...
But it was happening; even as she drank the flowing honey of Lisa's twat, Jo knew that it was wonderful. But, in a way, it was worse, too, worse than the passion she'd been nursing since last evening. She was getting Lisa, sure, but what was she getting? Lisa was her brother's wife. This could be nothing more than a one-afternoon-stand, to coin a phrase. Two hot women, come together for an hour's passion, and when they parted, it would be forever. Jo's heart began to deflate. There was a God and He was punishing her in the most vindictive fashion possible. He was giving her a taste of paradise, but he would also take it away and she could only hunger and pine for all time to come, aching for one, more sip of the manna that dripped, not from heaven, but from something much better-the crack of Lisa's pink-petaled pussy.
Jo grabbed the blonde woman's lovely ass and her fingers dug into the firm but yielding curves and she thrust up with her tongue, sucking honey from Lisa's cooze as if pussy were going out of style tomorrow and she needed to get more than her greedy share today.
It was good, Jesus, it was so good! Better even than she'd dreamed it could be. Her fantasies had been only fantasies. She had never guessed that they might be capable of fulfillment. All last night Jo had lusted and hungered and yearned and felt sorry for herself. She had taunted her mind with the unattainable image of Lisa, the epitome of all her dreams and hungers. And now she was in possession of Lisa, and she knew how sweet dreams could be, how gratified a body could feel when hungers were fed. She worked her tongue in and out of the tight sweet crack, and she felt magic things take place in her own twat. Lisa had a tongue like an angel, and if those fingers of hers were artistic in no other fashion, they were talented when it came to pronging and stroking a hot, horny cunt.
"I'm going to come," Jo moaned. "I'm going to come all over you, Lisa darling! Put your tongue in me! Lick me while I come!"
"Mmmmmm." Lisa giggled, and her tongue oozed up Jots twitchy tube. She went deep-it was surprising that her tongue could be so long, but Jo had the proof a mile up her snatch-and as her tongue slid across the lust-maddened flesh, it began to erupt in ripples of convulsions of orgasms. Jo screamed around Lisa's pussy and she pulled her knees back, entrapping that beautiful blonde face where it belonged, between her legs, glued to her climactic cunt.
And then, like magic, Lisa groaned and began to come as well. How often did that happen? Jo wondered. Two women in a spontaneous love act, both of them coming at almost the same instant? She hummed into Lisa's cunt and the juices oozed forth, drenching her face, drowning her in lust. She lapped into them and her tongue scooped up the liquid love and it was beautiful, it was dynamite, it proved that even a loser could win-at least once. Sobbing with joy and the sense of what she was about to lose forever, Jo ate Lisa's orgasm, fed Lisa her own come. Legs clutched heads, hands clutched asses, tongues dove in and out of churning, excited pussies, and two bodies finally collapsed together in the grass, passion spent for the moment.
A little later they gathered up their clothing and walked nude to the cottage. Inside, still nude, Jo put her arms around her blonde sister-in-law, pulled her to her, and said, "Come here, I want to kiss you again. "
"Where do you want to kiss me?" Lisa asked coyly, puckering her lips. At the same time her hand slid down her belly and she parted the hairless lips of her snatch. Jo stood panting, watching, unsure how to answer the question.
Lisa lay flat on the floor now and sighing, Jo sank to her knees and planted her mouth on Lisa's belly, just below the navel. It eased downward, onto the puff of pussy and her tongue scraped the parted, inviting labia. Lisa's clit was still erect, a pulsating little nubbin against Jo's tongue. Jo licked it once, found she couldn't take her tongue away. Lisa took hold of Jo's head, began to wiggle against Jo's face, just as she'd wiggled in her dance last night. Only this time, Jo thought, she's doing it for me and for me only. She sucked the clitoris, felt its eager throb between her lips, and her eyes went misty with tears. I can lose her and live, she thought, but it will hurt.
Lisa settled down again. Her hand slid lazily across the floor, finding a paintbrush. Lisa turned her head and poked at it. A long-handled brush with a wide flat set of bristles. She stroked them against her arm. Stiff, but not harsh. She looked at Jo's naked legs, spilling across the carpet. Smooth, brown legs, slender and shapely. Pleasant to touch, even more pleasant to feel, wrapped around her face. Lisa began to slide the bristles of the paintbrush up and down Jo's legs, paying close attention to the backs of the thighs. The way Jo wiggled around and kind of purred into Lisa's twat signaled to Lisa that it was indeed an idea, and a very good one. She tickled a little harder, scraping flesh, and the brush moved into Jo's crotch.
"Oh, God!" That was Jo, first being touched on the pussy by the paintbrush. Lisa worked it vigorously at the fleshy little lips, not trying to get inside; not yet, at least. Jo rolled over, face flushed with excitement. "What are you doing?" she asked. Lisa held up the brush. Jo giggled. "I never thought of using it for that!" she said.
"Show you a better one," Lisa replied. "C'mon, open 'em. Let me into that little honeypot of yours. Mmmmmm! I can still smell the come all over your cunt. Makes my tummy growl. I think I'm hungry."
Lisa lay down on the floor between Jo's widespread legs, the brush in her hand. "Open up, you tight little bugger," she told the pussy, and Jo reached down to lend her assistance. The gates parted, and Lisa moved in, holding the paintbrush, bristly end out.
"Ohmigod!" Jo squealed as the bristles touched her clit. She jumped and her face went red and her nipples popped out in excitement. Lisa rubbed again, and Jo's head began to swim. "Don't do that," she said. "You're driving me crazy." But she said it like an invitation, and Lisa kept on stroking. Jo lay back, twitching, holding her snatch wide, and the constant flutter of camel's hair across her love button was incredible, stimulating, total fucking dynamite!
She sat up, panting, grabbing the brush from Lisa, threw the older woman back onto the carpeting and zeroed in on Lisa's crotch. "Oooooohhhhh!" Lisa shrieked as Jo repaid her in very good kind, scratching rings around the blonde's big, luscious clit.
A delightful shade of pink suffused Lisa's privates, and Jo couldn't stand it. She threw the brush over her shoulder and went in with mouth open. Her tongue ravished Lisa, lapping and prodding until the girl was gushing in orgasm, and then she lay back, propped on her elbows, legs spread, ready, ready, ready! And so was Lisa, who mouthed in on Jo's snatch as if it were a steak, smothered in gravy and fragrant onions. It couldn't last long, Jo thought, guiding a head that needed no guidance, but it could be beautiful while it lasted.
They both went up, high, high, and higher. Soaring, gliding, exploding, then it was over and their bodies eased back downward to earth, to the carpet of the living room where Jo was living with her brother and her newly found love, his wife.
They moved together, holding each other, knowing that perhaps this moment, this period in time, was past and maybe it could never be again, but it had happened and it was so beautiful, so wonderful, that each girl was hesitant to let go of it.
"Beautiful, wasn't it?" Lisa whispered.
Jo nodded, and she began to cry. Her salty tears spilled onto Lisa's big warm boobs. One teardrop glistened at the tip of Lisa's nearest nipple. It shone like silver in the sunlight streaming in the window.
"Oh God! Lisa, what am I going to do?" Jo sobbed, once more the younger sister-in-law and not the older-acting aggressor she had been.
"You're going to get by, sweetie," Lisa said, patting Jo on her bare shoulder.
CHAPTER FOUR
For the next few days Jo stayed as much to herself as she could. It was hard for her to look into her brother's face, afraid he would see her thoughts. Even with Lisa, Jo acted cool and detached. She attended her classes, slept later than usual, so she wouldn't have to face them, and at nights she spent hours walking up and down the beach.
After Lisa and Jim had gone to bed Jo tried not to listen to their lovemaking. Every time a sound of a squeal drifted into her own bedroom she felt twangs of jealousy.
Was she totally a lesbian? She didn't know and now she was afraid to find out. She enjoyed watching through a window or a keyhole seeing her brother pound his gigantic cock into his wife, but she didn't know now whether or not she would enjoy having the same cock pounded into her own tight hole.
A few nights later she was feeling restless; more so than usual. Her loins boiled and she needed relief, in the worst way.
She rarely drank anything alcoholic, but if ever there was to be a time, this had to be it! Quickly, Jo uncorked a bottle of wine and poured herself half a water glass full. She took a sip, then another, of the mellow liquid, as a pleasant burning sensation spread out from her stomach. She poured a little more into the glass and went to stretch out on her bed.
Thinking of Lisa's lush body, Jo felt tinglings warming up her cooze, spreading through her body. She forced her mind then to think of her brother, Jim, and his massive' cock. If Lisa's tongue had given her so much bliss, then shouldn't Jim's cock, so very much larger, give her that much more? But he might be rough with her; could she stand that? she wondered. Could she stand having him treat her like a whore?
She sobbed in frustration.
Then, abruptly, her mood changed and she was overwhelmed by burning resentment. What the hell was wrong with her anyway? Why couldn't she let her own brother use her body, if he wanted to!
She jumped up angrily and went to look at herself in the mirrored central panel of her dresser. Ever since she was a little girl she'd been told how beautiful she was but had never paid much attention to the compliments. Being beautiful didn't seem to really make much difference in her case. Now, she examined herself as if she had never seen herself before.
Her face was beautiful, she decided at length, its pale delicate oval set off by the satiny reddish-brown hair which arched to a perfect widow's peak on her high forehead. She studied herself then, sipping a little more of the wine. She decided that she had nothing to be ashamed of ... on the contrary ... and, as for her body ...
Her mind jumped back to the scene on the beach she had witnessed a few nights ago, with the shape of Lisa's nakedly voluptuous body hunched down on all fours on the sand-it was etched indelibly in her memory. Before she knew what she was doing, Jo had pulled off her dress and brassiere and was cupping the full warm globes of her breasts up toward the mirror. Then she turned sideways, making them swing back and forth in profile as Lisa's had done.
They were almost as large and firm as Lisa's, the younger Jo decided, though her aureoles and nipples were of a different shade. She pinched them, watching them grow erect in the mirror, with an immediate rush of sensation and a tingling up between her legs far out of proportion with what she was pretending to be doing. If I had Lisa here, I wouldn't have to be doing this to myself, she thought dejectedly, pinching them again, but harder. God, what a dummy I am! Her nostrils flared, her parted lower lips seemed to swell and fill out, and the expression in her clear eyes, usually so diffident, grew suddenly bold, almost brazen. Then, almost surreptitiously, her hands left her breasts and roamed down her tautly rounded belly to the elastic band of her panties.
Completely naked now, and with another glass of wine in her hand, Jo faced herself in the mirror, appraising the symmetrical lines of her slender waist curving out into graceful hips. She let her hand drop to the soft dark silken vee nestled up between her firmly curving thighs and tentatively slid her finger in toward the eager bud of her clitoris, surprised to find that the sensitive hair-lined lips of her vagina were already dripping wet. "Cunt," she whispered to herself. "Cock." With startling clarity the image of her brother's huge penis reappeared, seeming to almost float in the mirror next to her face, as if she had evoked it magically ... and she saw her own mouth open blindly toward it ... and her wetly trembling lips form in an ovaled sucking ring just the way Lisa's had done.
My God, what's happening to me! she faltered again. It had seemed so real, for a moment, the ... penis ... so solid ... and her mouth had turned toward it the way a sunflower follows the sun!
Mechanically she placed the empty glass on the dresser, and the sharp click it made as she misjudged the distance brought her to her senses. Why, I'm drunk, that's all!
Dreamily, she reinserted her outstretched finger in the moistly heated furrow of her cunt and began to caress and tease her little bud of sensual delight. The flames of lust licked higher and higher in her loins as she methodically massaged her pulsing little clitoris, pinched the nipples of her breasts, and sensually stroked the silken skin of her inner thighs. God, she wished she had a thousand Lisa's to be doing this to her!
With sudden urgency she went to the far side of the room and brought back a comfortable chair. Placing it in front of the dresser, she sat and leaned back, propping the calves of her widespread legs on the edge of the dresser itself. With one slender foot she tilted the central panel of her mirror on its pivot until the whole dark shadowy crevice up between her legs was visible. She gazed in awe at her own wetly glistening pussy-lips, half-parted as if in anticipation.
Then, with a delicious sense of perverse abandon and a virtual maelstrom of sensual excitement swirling in her loins, the young hot Jo reached down and slowly pulled apart her cunt-lips until her vaginal entrance was clearly exposed and the little red jewel of her clitoris glittered beckoningly at her. With a Mona Lisa smile, Jo reached her slender arm down between her outstretched thighs and began to gently stroke her pussy hair, teasing herself before actually touching her moistly waiting cunt. Her fingers teased and twirled in the soft reddish pubic curls of her little pussy, tracing downward to graze lightly against the inflamed coral nub of her clitoris. Oh, that's good! She flinched against the electric sensations.
One palm cupped her roundly prominent mound of Venus then, her long-nailed middle finger lying lightly in the tender vaginal crevice without entering, the tip of I her nail gently scraping the quiveringly erect bud of her clitoris. Little shudders of lewd pleasure rifled through her belly, causing the juices of her pussy to flow increasingly. She began to rub the entire length of her outer labia, slightly dipping her finger into it, teasingly. Then, entering slowly to the first knuckle ... only to withdraw, repeating the entire process over again ... a little deeper each time, until her finger was embedded to the palm of her hand in her hungrily accepting pussy. Oh, that feels sooo gooooood! If only it were Lisa's tongue, or Jim's cock!
Her other hand continued to maul and tweak the puffy nipples of both her breasts teasing the tips outward, pinching them between her fingernails in time to the delicate sensations below. Her mind reeled again with the hot lascivious thoughts she was having ... thoughts of Jim and Lisa engaged in their sexual act ... the luscious Lisa ... the big-cocked brother ... his long, long, enormous penis ... no, his cock. Oh, God, what would his cock feel like? How I'd love to have his thick hard cock in my pussy right now ... fucking me ... hard ... HARD!
Jo slid down a little further on the chair and spread her legs even further apart than they already were. Her free hand never ceased its fondling of her breasts and nipples, pinching them tightly and sending bolts of pained sensuality through her that mingled with the boiling, churning thrills coming in from below.
She was going to come! And she knew that it would be a sweet and searing release, like nothing she had ever experienced before ... not ever! Her nakedly voluptuous body was tense now, and her heavy breasts jiggled like gelatin as she sawed her finger in and out, faster and faster. Suddenly, she needed more! It just wasn't big enough!
Quickly, she added one, then another finger to the one already inside her frothing pussy. She glanced up at the mirror at her slavishly postured figure, and it thrilled her to see her three fingers disappearing up inside her body like a make-believe cock, and she shivered lustilly from head to toe as they stretched her cunt-lips obscenely wide. Her hips undulated wildly now, hunching forward like those of a mating mink, her tender pussy-lips clinging to her fingers like the tongue of a lathing cat on the outstroke.
A lewd relaxation came over her then, as with wanton will she never realized she possessed, she relaxed her tensely tightened vaginal muscles as her hips pumped back and forth. She shoved her glistening fingertips all the way up her pussy and wiggled with delight from the pleasurable feelings it gave her.
She stared in fascination at her nakedly crouched body with her huge milk-white breasts savagely jiggling .and quivering in tempo to her lustful masturbation. Below, her juices leaked incessantly into the material of the chair. Closer ... closer!
It began as a ripple, then grew into a massive convulsion, as she felt an electric warmth grow outward from her pussy until her entire body trembled with anticipation. She tensed, gasping, her back arching, her breast quivering ... she was coming!
When it was over she moved back to her bed and fell exhausted across it.
Meanwhile in the next room, Jim Davis was taking a shower. While he was under the stinging water, his wife Lisa had changed into some special clothing she had ordered from Fredrick's of Hollywood. Both Jim and Lisa liked kinky sex ideas. This time her special outfit for the evening was a transparent lounging set-long billowing crotchless pants, and the briefest of tops-a vest-like garment that left little to the imagination. She hadn't shown it to Jim yet but she knew that he would be pleased ... if he ever got out of that fucking shower, she thought.
Tonight, even more so than usual Lisa felt pure animal, pure female, and she' loved every minute of the time she knew she would be having shortly. She giggled to herself and a little shiver of delight passed through her stomach as she thought too of Jo. She knew that if she made enough noise that Jo would spy on them, her eye would be glued to the keyhole and Lisa wanted to make sure that Jo got to see everything; then when it was all over, maybe, just maybe she could talk Jim into fucking Jo, his sister, so she could watch. Now a huge shudder of lewd pleasure erupted throughout her body, causing goosepimples to appear on all her bare skin.
"Hurry, Jim," she called out. "Please hurry and come in here and fuck me!" She knew it would be loud enough for Jo to hear. Now, the very thought of Jo watching and of Jim taking her, spreading her thighs, and hammering his hard cock long and deep, inside her belly, was exciting. She cupped her breasts as she sat on the bed, examining the nipples, slightly startled at the way they suddenly began to harden. She moved back so that she could lean against the headrest and looked down at them and tweaked the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers until they were fully enlarged. It was overwhelming for her, this manipulation of her sensitive breasts, just the way it always had been. Some women, she knew, weren't aroused by their breasts being touched, others were teased only if their nipples were softly stroked, but Lisa had always had nerve endings more exposed than most; sometimes even wearing a blouse sent waves of delicious feelings soaring through her.
Now, as she stared down at the golden globes jutting from her chest, she was doubly excited by the realization that soon, very soon, her husband would be placing his hands on them, caressing them and kissing them hotly ... with a low mewl of passion, she let one hand slowly move down from her breasts and down her flat plane of stomach, down to the bareness of her pubic area, then out around her thighs and buttocks, then dipping once more to the lips of her pussy.
Closing her eyes against the bright light in the room, she let her fingers open the swollen, moist bare lips, part them and slide in, finding her trembling clitoris waiting and eager. She circled the quivering bud, spreading the rising juices in a slow caress, and groaned softly between clenched teeth as her probing finger felt its way to her open, wet cunt-hole.
Her thighs widened to her squirming touch, and she pinched the tender pink skin of her vaginal lips and mouth, luxuriating in the sharp pain as her hips jerked upward. Then, she jammed her fingers into her hungry pussy, and pressed herself tightly to the mattress as she masturbated, writhing and twisting, her thighs pumping in time to her plunging fingers. The cords of her neck stood out and the mattress squeaked as she lashed and bucked with the fever of her sexual urgings.
"Oh my ... Oh myyy, Oh shi-tttttt!" she moaned. She felt like a panther, rubbing herself this way, and she knew that if just the thought of Jim's fucking could do this to her, his real lovemaking tonight would be absolute heaven. "Oh God, hurry, Jim!"
Suddenly, as if in answer to her thoughts, her muscular tall husband with his full brown hair and ruggedly handsome face entered the room. He glanced down at her on the bed, and impulsively, she let the sheet that semi-covered her fall away from her body, and stretched out, letting his eyes feast on her golden thighs and breasts and legs.
"T-that's some outfit you're wearing this time!" he stammered in astonishment.
"Do you like me, Jim?" she cooed sweetly.
Jim swallowed tightly, then bobbed his head up and down in the affirmative. "Shit, yes! You know as long as we've been married you're always coming up with. something that makes me feel like I'm gonna fuck you for the first time."
She grinned, then raised one leg and let it part so he could see the bareness of her pussy-lips, still slightly damp from her fingerings and her teasing of her swollen vaginal lips.
"You like all of me, sweetie?" she asked in a husky voice. Little butterfly sensations flitted in her stomach as she saw the effect her display was having on her husband. She licked her lips. She felt so wicked ... so delightful.
Jim Davis stared in lustful excitement at the breathtaking sight of his young sexy wife stretched out so wantonly on the bed. "Lisa," he whispered hoarsely. He dropped the towel he had wrapped around him and stepped quickly away, leaving it in a puddle at his feet. His cock began to thicken with pulsing blood, hardening from the lascivious sight of his wife smiling lewdly up at him.
He sat on the edge of the mattress and gazed at her. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, the sensuous, squirming details of her golden nakedness resplendently clear, from her succulent beige-pink nipples downward to the delicate mound of her pubis beneath the slightly sloped plane of her abdomen.
"Do I please you, husband?" she breathed. Her hand was encircling his waist now, and slowly slid over his hips and thighs and into his loins.
Jim groaned aloud with the sensations of his wife's feathery touch as she reached out to grasp his cock and pull him down beside her. Instantly, his prick leaped into full, raging erection. Her hand was around it now, tenderly stroking it up and down as only she could, and then she took his heavy testicles and softly rolled them between her fingers.
Lisa beamed up at him with a lewd smile. "So you like what I'm doing?"
Jim didn't answer right away; he was thinking about his sister in the next room. Finally he said, "Do you think she's watching?"
"Shhh," Lisa answered, trying to keep her lips from moving. "I know she is."
"Good," Jim answered, his lips frozen, too; "then our plan is working, we'll have us a threesome yet. You really think she's acey-ducey?"
"Shi-it, man, I know she's ducey, wow, do I know it."
"Our plan will work then."
Suddenly, not even their plan mattered to Jim just the plunging of his aching cock into Lisa's delightful pussy. He reached for her his hand slipping gently into her shimmering blonde tresses and drawing her head to him. Their lips met momentarily and then broke apart, reaching out but not quite touching. He drew her closer, grasping her lower lips between his teeth and pulling the moist, soft flesh into his mouth.
"Oh. ohhhhhh," she murmured as he sucked on her full lips.
Lisa felt a tingling shock run icily through her. Her darting tongue wedged beyond his lips, back inside, over the roof and across the front of his teeth, caressing ... always caressing. Jim leaned forward, his momentum carrying them both back on the pillow and he crushed his mouth harder against hers, his arms pressing her to the pillow. He lifted himself up and rolled, half-sitting, so that he was beside her.
Lisa lay excitedly back against the smooth cotton sheets, her arms wide and her legs slightly spread. "Yesssss, Jim," she whispered softly, her dark lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her eyes. "Now!"
In passionate silence, Jim ran his hands over her throbbing breasts and down her belly, into the soft flesh folds of her cunt where moments before she had played with herself. Lisa moaned, her body alive to his caresses. His hand swept down her front again, caressing her tits, sliding over her smooth, rounded, yet firm belly and into the bareness of her pussy. His fingers traced the mound of flesh that rimmed her slice. She groaned, trying to close her legs on his hands, to pull him in, God, anything! Lisa unclamped her legs now, tried to hold her breath, waiting. She sucked it in till her chest hurt and her brain went woozy from lack of air, and Jim was fondling her pussy with greater and greater involvement, his fingertip flirting with the smooth tight lips of her gash, and her lower body began to undulate and twitch. "Goddamn you," she moaned, releasing her breath. "You're going to drive me insane."
"Hey Lisa, let's fuck on something different this time. Uh, how about the table here?"
"The card table? Will it hold us?"
"Sure it will. Hell, I can sit on it and it'll hold me up."
Lisa shrugged. He pulled her up, swiftly undressed her and almost dragged her to the table, shoved her head and tits down upon the smooth leatherette top. It was cold against her bare skin. Her ass was sticking out and up. Jim stood behind her, his cock bulging; it had grown enormous.
His hand stroked her buttocks, traced the deep cleft, zeroed in on her unprotected snatch. She moaned in terror as his fingers began to assault her from behind, and she started to buck and twitch. His fingers slipped inside and there was a cold clamminess in her armpits, a sense of wonder just behind her eyeballs. "Please," she sobbed. "Fuck me!"
"I'm going to, here on this table." he said. "You don't seem comfortable. Maybe we'd better go the traditional route. So let's try for a replay of our wedding night, okay? Only this time I expect more than a fuzzy glove wrapped around my cock. I want a bare cunt. A real live bare, shaven cunt. Your cunt, Lisa. I want to feel you fucking me back. I want your legs around me like a spider web, I want to hear you moan when I sock into paradise. 'Cause, baby, that's what I'm gonna do!"
"I am uncomfortable ... "
"Well, then, my sexual wench, I'll move you. Okay?"
She didn't have time to answer. He swept her up and carried her to the bed where he dumped her. The large double bed was already rumpled and Lisa knew achingly that it was going to get a lot more rumpled.
Lisa humped in one corner of the bed, legs drawn up, her twat showing plainly, enticingly. Jim grabbed her ankle, pulled her across the bed, then he sat down on the edge, still holding her foot, and slid his other hand up her thigh, onto the bare mound of her cooze.
"Pulsating," he observed, "with anticipation." Then he threw himself forward, onto her supine body.
His face burrowed into her cowering crotch, Jim noisily kissed her twat. With his fingers he split her pussy and licked his way inside, tongue picking up speed as he raced over the slick purplish-red flesh of her vulva. He found her clit and assaulted it furiously, whipping with his tongue until her button peeked out to see what the hell was going on. Lisa felt it, felt the shudder run up her body, followed immediately by the heat-oh, God, the heat! She dug her fingers into the bed sheets and she clawed, moaning, "Ohhhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh!"
She tore, she ripped, she pawed, she panted and she whined, but still Jim drank at her trough. His tongue flailed round and round her stiffening clit, scurrying lower to steal into the winking mouth of her watering hole. Sweat began to pour across Lisa's forehead.
"Tasty cunt," he complimented, smacking his lips ... It was a vulgar gesture and she knew that he intended it to be one. His face moved a little lower down her twat, and now his thick lips were brushing her clitoris. Lisa's eyes threatened to pop from their sockets. It was like nothing she had ever imagined, the sensation of his lips slipping and sliding across her button. She husked a cry and her fingers tore through the sheet they'd been clasping so tightly. Her pussy began to lubricate, not gradually, but in a flooding river of woman juice.
It must have touched his chin, those trickling juices, because she heard him chortle and then his tongue was ramming up her hole, followed closely by two or three of his fingers. Lisa screamed and tried to kick her legs in the air, but she was powerless to move, as impotent as if he'd tied her down before setting about to rape her body.
He whipped her clit with the end of his tongue and she knew that there was no possible way she could hold back anymore. Her body was going to come. She was powerless to prevent it. But she would fight as long as she could so she could retain the tremendous passion she now felt.
His fingers filled her tight sucking twat. Lisa knew how to snap her pussy around his cock and milk him dry and now his fingers were getting the benefit of that tip-top conditioning. He flexed inside her, made her shake and shudder and whimper, and her pussy ate him greedily. Her pussy couldn't tell the difference between fingers or cock.
Jim continued to fuck her with his fingers and to lick up the hot juices that were overflowing her drippy crack. Again and again his tongue sloshed across her, and he opened her gap as widely as he could, slipping into her vulva with his nose and his chin.
Lisa's nostrils twitched nervously. She could feel the simmering excitement in the pit of her churning stomach.
Jim's fingers stiffened inside her, fucking into Lisa as if he had a cock in his hand. She screamed, tossed, bucked, and then she was coming and it felt as if it would never stop coming. Her body rocked and twitched in the throes of her orgasm and hot sticky juice leaked from the mouth of her snatch. He'd never been this good before, she told herself.
Jim's hands and mouth continued to ravish her unwilling but orgasmic pussy, allowed her to fog out all else but what he was doing to her.
His fingers worked in her twat and she moaned again, an unwilling and agony-full moan, but God, it felt so good, so good down there, the lips of her pussy raw from lust and arousal, the juice sticky wet all over her genitals. His tongue, sloshing wickedly through her cunt froth, tickling her budlike clit, working through the folds and crevices of her privates. And his fingers, stroking at her. Gentle fingers, really, she decided, not nearly so animalistic as they'd been at first. It was almost as if he were starting to make love, rather than taking his pleasure in rape.
What came next? She couldn't remember. The bed creaked and Jim was kneeling on it, his cock enormous, towering, like a, battering ram that jutted from his loins and the patch of hair at the base.
Lisa sat up, eyes bulging. Had he always been so big? He must have been, but she couldn't remember anything in the state of bliss she was now in.
She clutched at her breasts, staring at the gigantic prick. Big, swollen, with a glowing ruby knob the size of both her eyeballs put together. A slight curve up the jutting length, as if he were beginning to form himself into the shape of a crescent. "Oh, my God!" she uttered.
Her voice died away in a trembling whimper as he moved toward her, his cock full erect, the tight scrotum flesh clinging lewdly to the huge stones of his testicles. They jiggled beneath his lancing dong. Lisa took a deep breath, but her lungs refused to fill up. She felt as if she were strangling.
"Lie back down," he said. "Flat on your back." He straddled her chest, his hips settling down upon her shaking tits. His flesh was hot, nearly as heated as her aroused nipples. He pressed down upon Lisa, grinding his ass against her chest. Her hips .twitched and she moaned again.
He was already angling his cock down, toward her mouth. "Suck it, Lisa. Open your pretty little mouth and suck it." He grinned, and pushed the tip of his dick against her lips.
His cock tickled her lips and she trembled, and before she knew it her lips had parted ever so slightly and the end of Jim's rod was flush against her teeth and she felt" tears of lust in her eyes. She unclenched her teeth and Jim thrust hard into her mouth, filling her with the bulk and heat of his stiff, sex-tasting cock. She gasped, summoned her courage, and then she began to suckle him, enthusiastically, her lips working-and she knew he was enjoying it.
He grabbed the sides of her head, lifting her slightly from the pillow, and humped his cock into her mouth for what seemed an eternity. He was true to his word ... The head of his dong slipped into Lisa's throat.
He tasted salty, like ham, she decided, and when the end of his cock brushed the tip of her tongue, she could taste the faintest sampling of the jism that was already starting to leak from his pecker. His jizz? Once she'd have been ready to puke at the thought of sperm in her oral sanctuary, but that was a long time ago, and another Lisa. She'd sipped gallons of sperm since the first time she'd tasted Jim. It did taste good and she loved to drink it.
"Suck harder, baby; I think I'm almost there," he was telling her. "Jesus, I ... uh, Christ, you have a mouth and a half. Feels like two chicks giving me head at the same time. Suck in your cheeks. Vacuum me. Mnnn, yeah. Suck it. Do it tight. I won't break! Give it all to me, Lisa, baby!"
She sucked, her tongue moving in circles around his thrusting cock.
"Wowee, Lisa! I'm making it ... here it comes! Wow! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
And, his dick began to pump hot thick semen into her mouth. The first gush of Jim's semen went right down her throat, and she gulped it without a thought. Her lips tightened on Jim's cock while he kept squirting and gushing, his hands fierce and possessive on her head, and she was drinking his semen, allowing it to pulse in viscous gobbles down her throat and into the pit of her churning belly. Her mouth tightened and sucked, and each time she pulled another spurt of come that poured into her sucking mouth.
When her lower body began to jump and twitch, Jim reached around and, without warning, stuffed one of his fingers-the middle one, to judge from the feel-into her raw, itchy cunt!
She lurched and bucked under him, almost swallowed his stiff rod, right to the balls, and he fired the last salvo of his wad directly down her throat. His tool throbbed and pulsed against her tongue and when he came out of her mouth he was still hard as a rock. He tapped her mouth with the wet slimy end of his pecker and announced, "Okay, Lisa, now we've gotten the preliminaries out of the way-let's fuck."
She moaned, her throat gurgly and full of jizz, and his fingers worked savagely in her pussy. Lisa moaned and writhed, and she realized that soon he would be fucking her with that monstrous cock. Semen dripped from her mouth and she was trying to tell Jim to hurry. Jim eased off her, still using his fingers in her cunt, and he kissed her sticky mouth. His tongue grazed the sensitive rims of her lips and she shivered violently on the bed. She wanted him to fuck her and fast!
Her creamy sating skin was a lamina of hot desire. God, how she wanted him to fuck her! Her body cried out to be loved totally ... as he was doing now. She wanted him to merge with her, crawl up inside her and possess her and quell the raging torrents that were building up in the very depths of her soul from his maddening strokings.
Lisa sensed the dew drops of moisture rising between her open thighs as the exposed hairless lips of her pussy began to spasmodically contract wetly against one another. Jim ran the tip of his tongue around the rim of her ear and plunged it deep inside. Her whole being seemed aflame with a fever of surging senses ... Lisa felt she couldn't wait much longer or she would go mad!
"Hurry, husband, hurry!" she begged.
She twisted his hair, pulling him violently over her. "Please! Please!"
The strange obscenity of her passion filled pleas excited Jim to a frenzied, blinding furor. He sensed his cock and balls aching again with blood-filled lust, and then suddenly grow flame-hot as one of Lisa's hands closed like a steel trap over his thick, glistening penis. It pulsed wickedly against the palm of her hand as she slid up and down the hard flesh and, insane with lust, he didn't need further urging. He grabbed her jutting breasts and rolled on top of her, her legs wide and cradling his hips.
The flowering lips of her cunt widened, and she guided his hardened cock to the wetness between her legs, her groans of desperate agony seething in his ear. She rubbed his swollen penis along her open slit and parted the soft, raw lips until his cock was nestled teasingly in the entrance of her vagina. Jim clamped his fingers into the full cheeks of her buttocks and rammed his body downward. His swelling cock disappeared into her pussy with a wet, sucking sound.
Lisa groaned, her golden-tan body tightened into an arch of hardened passion at the initial entry that split the walls of her vagina. Then she writhed under the rising heat of her delirious sensations, her belly squirming. She raised up under the pressure of his fingers, the glistening prick sliding out until-its coronal ridge caught at the Straining lips of her cunt, then surged in again. Up and down, faster and faster ... and Lisa's face contorted with passion and her nostrils flared open as her breath burned in her lungs.
Jim felt the smooth raw flesh of his passion-aroused wife's pussy clasp him tightly, and pulse against his pumping shaft until his balls felt ready to explode, and he lost all track of time as the excruciating pleasure rocked through him. He drove deeper and deeper into her vagina with each thrust of his buttocks.
Lisa twisted her head from side to side, flaying her long blonde hair against the white pillow, and rode his cock like a bitch in heat. She drove her hips up, screwing every inch of his cock and routing the huge head around in her seething belly, gasping and quivering from the sensuous onslaught.
A fierce storm whirl winded through Jim as his penis sucked deep in her pussy and battered her cervix. He felt the eruption of his boiling sperm starting deep in his groin, and knew he was about to come ... and Lisa sensed it, too.
She could feel Jim's cock swelling and straining against the moist ribs of her fleshy vaginal walls. She begged, "Please, Jim ... not yet! Not yet ... wait for me ... wait, please!" Her legs splayed wider and she bucked and writhed on the wildly squeaking mattress, her loins insatiable. "Now ... Harder!"
Meanwhile in the next room, Jo opened her eyes with a start, blinking rapidly in the darkened bedroom. She strained her ears to catch more of the sounds that had awakened her, but everything was silent, save for a muffled kind of talking coming from her brother's bedroom. Shi-it, she thought, they're at it again. She jumped out of bed, landing lightly on the deep-pile carpet in her bare feet. She was wearing her favorite nighty, a pale yellow empire-waisted peignoir with a small green bow bunching the material under her breasts, acting as a loose bra to jut them like display goods on a shelf. Not that she needed support for her breasts-they were firm and resilient like huge fresh fruit. The gown fell just below her thighs; it had once been a set with a pair of matching panties, but after Jo had discovered that wonderful playground between her legs, she made sure that the panties were conveniently lost.
"Yes, Jim! Please fuck me ... fuck me!"
The sound was clear now that she was closer to the closed door. A flash of an image came across Jo's mind; they were making love again.
The image of her brother's hard, swollen cock screwing into Lisa's bare pussy welled up in her mind and she trembled with guilt. And yet, she found herself inexorably drawn toward the sounds coming from the next room, her little pussy twitching with lewd thoughts. Then, like a marionette drawn along on, a. set of invisible silver threads, she hunkered down by the locked connecting door, every nerve and fiber of her tender young body on fire from the forbidden thrill of listening in on her brother and his wife in the act of fucking. Her heart stopped and she dared not even gasp. Strange noises continued to flood her ears from the other side, their intensity increasing with every passing second.
"Ohhhhh! I want you to fuck me, Jim; Now! Now!"
Heavy rushed breathing and the staccato sounds of squeaking bedsprings, punctuated by the animal-like groans and moans, blinded the teenager's normal sense of decency and decorum. Goaded to an uncontrollable pitch of lewdness and sexual arousal, she dipped her head down and peeked through the old-fashioned keyhole, little realizing that this was exactly what Jim and Lisa wanted her to do.
The foot of the bed was pointed right at the door and Jo could see the complete carnal scene. Jim and Lisa were making violent love!
She could even see her brother's thick, hard penis disappearing and reappearing in Lisa's creamy bare pussy with each pile-driving thrust and withdrawal that he made. Lisa had her legs spread wide on either side of his muscular plunging body and periodically she would kick them high in the air, then wrap them around Jim's driving buttocks, her ankles locking tightly behind his thighs, pulling him into her lithe, but ripe body with all her strength.
Jo could feel the sweat flowing freely on her young body, trickling down beneath the folds of her yellow nighty. She had a strange sense of not being a part of herself, the shock of viewing her brother in sexual intercourse was that strong on her, and she couldn't understand it-she had seen it so many times before. Down between her clenched thighs her tight, still half-virgin cunt was tingling like it had never tingled before. She thought fleetingly of leaving her room ... of going for a walk or something ... but she continued to watch with hypnotic fascination, now beyond all rationality.
Jo centered her gaze on the muscles straining out on Lisa's inner thighs as she struggled like a drug-crazed nymphomaniac to get Jim's long, thick cock deeper inside her hungrily sucking bare pussy. Jim was cupping Lisa's naked buttocks with a savage strength that cut red, bloodless lines into the full, uplifted moons.
He squeezed her buttocks together, forcing the walls of her vagina tighter around the thickness of his rigid penis, and Jo studied the thin, moistly glistening full lips of Lisa's pussy as they strove to milk the giant shaft of its strength.
Jo heard the almost-incoherent moanings as the fucking couple thrashed around on the bed. Goaded now to a mind-warping frenzied abandon, Jo brought her hand down along her body and across her thighs to rest against her own tender pubic mound, and then rubbed it back and forth through the silken material of her baby doll nightgown. She could feel the wetness flowing on her thighs and down her inner legs, and she gathered the hem of her nighty, bunching it up along her firm, young thighs, exposing the whiteness of them and the young sparse reddish growth of her pubic hair. Again, she lowered her hand to her pussy mound and began to rub there faster and faster, in a froth of passionate delight.
Lisa's mewls of pleasure were becoming more desperate, and Jo's glazed eyes stayed glued on the lewd, obscene coupling taking place a few feet away. Jo's middle finger slid along her wet cunt-lips and found her clitoris, teasing it with her fingernail, and she felt waves of consuming lust rip through her. She dropped her finger still lower, insinuating it in her now thirstily throbbing vagina, pumping in rhythm to the fucking on the bed while her thumb toyed with her erectly swollen clitoris.
Jo was caught up in the passion of the occasion. She wriggled on the luxurious deep-pile carpet and let her wet thighs open completely, the wet, sucking sound of her masturbation clearly discernible to her ears. Her panting body heaved and bucked from her whipping fingerings. She secreted heavily, more heavily than she'd ever remembered doing while masturbating.
Jim was grinding down faster now, and the groans and howls were furious. He smacked against Lisa, driving her tanned body deep down into the groaning mattress with each mighty surge. The loud slaps of belly against belly, testicles against buttocks, were like claps of thunder. Lisa curled and uncurled her legs in wild desperation around his hips, and both of them were breathing wildly, with rivulets of perspiration streaming down their pumping and hollowing loins.
Jo wanted to scream, to wail as she became delirious with her own maddening passions, straining to hold back the explosion which was threatening to inundate her like a tidal wave. She nearly went out of her mind as she heard Lisa moan, "Please ... not yet, not yet ... Wait for me, wait for me, please!" And then, after a few moments, "Now, Jim ... Harder!"
Jo's breath rasped in her throat. They were going to come! And she was watching it! Frantically, she moved her clitoris, her cunt, her buttocks, her anus with the fingers of both hands, impaling herself as deep as her hands would go.
She was going to climax, too!
And in the other room, "I'm going ... going to come, Jim ... oh, J immmmmmmmmmmm!"
Jo could almost imagine herself saying that instead of Lisa. She ground harder and deeper, quivering under the pressure, gasping in imminent release. And then, her brother's low cry of climax came as he burst his seeds of lust inside his wife.
Jo watched wide-eyed as the couple scrambled for completion. The wife's golden buttocks began small spasmodic jerkings up tight against her husband's cock. At the same time, Jim groaned above her, and his thick fleshy cock throbbed out its milky white semen, leaping bursts of his come which inundated her vagina and cascaded hotly out from around the wet pink lips of her vaginal orifice.
Jo could see the stream of her brother's ejaculations running down the widespread crevice of Lisa's desperately jerking buttocks and pool thickly on the sheet below. And then, as if by remote control, her brother's coming triggered her own. She strained and stretched her legs out in sudden convulsions and the earth seemed to open up beneath her. Then, she lifted herself off the' carpet in a trembling arch and grasped the bone wall of her pelvis and rubbed it until it was over.
CHAPTER FIVE
After their lovemaking bout, Jim and Lisa sat sipping brandies, talking about Jo. Jim said, "You really think she's ripe, huh?"
"I know she is-I wish you could have seen our session. If I didn't know any better I'd say she was a pure lesbian. You know," she said thoughtfully, "she performed as if she had been doing it for years-making love, I mean-yet, she claims it was the first time. "
"Well, I guess it would be interesting to find out for sure."
"You would enjoy that, wouldn't you? Lisa teased.
"Hell, yes," he admitted frankly.
"Do you want to go it alone?"
"Yeah," Jim said, "It would probably be better that way. She's gonna throw some resistance, but I think I can handle her. "
"Okay, lover, you're on your own," Lisa said. I'm going on to bed, but then," she paused, "I might do a bit of spying through that keyhole myself."
Jim grinned and put on his dressing robe. He poured two brandies and headed toward the locked door.
His surprise was one of sheer delight when he'd opened the connecting door to discover his luscious young sister collapsed in an orgasmic heap just inside the door, her pretty little fingers still buried in her tight pink pussy.
Instantly, Jim set the two brandies on the dresser and then swept Jo up in his arms and deposited her on the nearby bed, taking pains to leave the hem of her nighty high above her exposed pubic mound. Then, calmly, he studied the exhausted girl.
She stirred restlessly on the smooth satin coverlet of her bed, her slender forearm shielding her eyes from the white light from the bedside lamp. Slowly, painfully, she let one eye flutter open to survey her surroundings, her sleep-blurred vision locking instantly on the sulking ominous form that dominated the chair in the far corner of the room. "Jim?" she queried softly beneath the shadow of her arm. "Is that you?"
With a bemused but silent smile lighting up his features, Jim Davis got to his feet and approached the bed with a brandy in either hand. "Here you go, kitten." He beamed with devilish innocence. "Try this little pick-me-up ... you look like you could use it!"
Startled, Jo reached out and took the glassful of brandy with a shaking hand as she realized where she was and how she must have gotten there. "W - Where? ... H-How ... ?"
"I put you in bed, Jo, while you were sleeping ... Now, drink your brandy like a good girl. "
Almost of its own volition, Jo's hand raised the glass to her lips and she took a sip, recoiling slightly from the unaccustomed taste of it. Furtively, she reached down with her free hand and tried to pull her short nighty down over her thighs, but Jim saw the motion and quickly pushed her hand away. "There's no need to do that, sis. I know what kind of a girl you are, and I know what you've been up to! He sat down beside her and placed his hand on her thigh, slowly moving it up and down in a gently stroking motion.
"You're quite a little piece," the lewd brother continued. "So soft, so smooth ... so young!"
Again, Jo raised her glass to her lips, this time draining it of its contents in a desperate attempt to forget how she had gotten into this mess. She had a twinge of doubt in her mind about whether or 'not she should simply sit there and allow her suddenly alarming brother to caress her legs as if she were a prostitute or something.
Jim pulled her still closer, allowing his large roaming hand to move under her nighty and brush lightly over her naked nipples. He was growing bolder by the minute, and thoughts of the things he would do to his proud young sister once she'd reached the point of helpless submission tripped excitedly through his brain. The fact that she was his own baby sister made it all the more exciting to him, and he decided to tell her what he was planning for her.
"You and I are going to have a good time tonight, Jo." He leered down at her frightened, embarrassed face. "Would you like to hear what I'm going to do to you? First, I'm going to take that skimpy little nighty off of you, and then in a little while I'm going to fuck you! ... Do you understand, Jo? You and I are going to fuck!"
Rapidly, Jim pulled the yellow shorty gown over her head, revealing the total smooth expanse of her nakedness. Reaching out, he moved his hands over her melonous white breasts, his fingers playing over her throbbing nipples, pulling and gently tweaking them into a tingling stiffness.
The last vestiges of Jo's will to resist faded as she felt her brother's hands massaging her breasts and nipples into lustful erection. As if the two areas had some magical connection, a wild flame of desire throbbed through her now-steaming pussy. She shivered and swayed with unwanted arousal as his educated hands set her body on fire. She felt him move around on the bed until he held her in an embrace from behind, still running his hands over her sensitive nipples and down her quivering belly to her parting thighs. Jo trembled at the warm pressure of his mouth on her neck, feeling it move in a tantalizing slowness along her skin. She felt one finger worming a tingling path down between her slightly parted legs, and a soft groan rose from her heaving chest.
"Spread your legs a little wider!" he panted in her small ear.
"No, No! Stop! We have to stop!" Jo whimpered back at him, unable to stop the wild grinding of her body down into the satin-covered bed.
"You have no choice, Jo ... now be quiet and do as I say."
"Ohhhhh, Jim, I ... "
"Are you ready now, Jo?" he asked cruelly, his rough hands still grinding against her breasts and thighs. "Are you ready to feel my cock?"
Jim reached out suddenly and grabbed a handful of hair, forcibly turning her to face him as he flung back the corner of his robe to reveal his cock. Jo recoiled in sheer astonishment as her eyes locked fearfully on his prick-it was as thick as her wrist, and long and throbbing, rising up in crimson hardness like a jerking tower from between the folds of the jacket. His testicles, churning heavily in their leathery sac, spilled down on the spread from their massive weight. "Now, are you ready?" he pressed lasciviously. "Doesn't my cock make your mouth water?" He reached down then, grasping the loose collar of foreskin at its neck and tugged back on it until the pulsing purplish head of it stood out sleek and naked before her lust-glazed eyes.
Her eyes were drawn to and locked on her brother's massive, swollen cock that stood out menacingly from his loins like some medieval instrument of torture. It throbbed there between his legs, and again she felt a tremor of fear mixed with her passion.
"God, Jim ... I-I don't think it will fit!" she whimpered fearfully as he pushed her back on the bed and crawled up over her, positioning himself, holding his lean muscled body up with strong arms and pinning her shoulders down into the soft mattress of her bed.
Finally, he captured one of her lust-hardened nipples and drew its pulsing hardness into his mouth, his teeth bruising it painfully, causing her to wince in agony, her tiny hips jerking beneath him, and she groaned aloud as the sharp twinge of pain knifed through her sensitive breast. It was a twin-edge sword of pain that sent an exquisite spasm of masochistic delight through her creaming cunt-flesh below.
"This is one piece of ass I'm really going to enjoy, Jo baby!" he hissed down at her. "After I get this big cock of mine up that pretty little cherry pussy of yours, you're going to yell your fuckin' head off for more!"
Jo just lay there beneath him as though she were paralyzed, watching his mouth as it spewed the obscenities at her, their vileness stabbing into her brain with an odd measure of excitement, inciting further erotic feelings in her. She knew her body had betrayed her ... here she was getting ready to make love to her own brother ... No, to luck her own brother!
"All right, Jo, it's time for you to do a little something for yourself," he panted above her. "So you can take my big fat prick in your hand and guide it into your little cunt!" he ordered, his lustful eyes glowering at her in iniquitous victory.
"Oooooohhhh, Jim ... N-No! ... God, it's too big ... " she moaned as she was flooded with a new sense of degradation, her body quivering visibly in fearful shame.
But her need was greater! Even as she refused to do his bidding, her hands hastened to obey. Uncontrollably, her tiny hand slid down between his hairy legs, reaching out to grasp the throbbing shaft of his awesome cock ... but it stopped short, pausing an inch away, unable to go the final distance. Her head began to shake negatively from side to side as a new flood of tears began to flow down her cheeks. It's so impossibly big ... absolutely huge! ... It's tearing me down there! I've never had anything like it there before!
"Do it, goddamnit!" he roared, "before I slap you silly!"
Once again, Jo groaned, but it was a moan of submission. Her hand went out, attempting to encircle his massive penis. Her slender fingers she discovered, wouldn't even encircle its girth, and a sudden expression of real fear and doubt contorted' her lovely face. She knew by the feel of it that it couldn't possibly fit into her little vagina. It'll kill me! she decided.
"Quit stalling and put it in!" Jim snapped commandingly, beginning to lower his hips, while Jo, instinctively, splayed her thighs wider. Her small hand trembled on his thickened cock as she guided it to the moistly throbbing split of her tender cooze, using the heavy, blood-engorged glans to part the soft reddish pubic curls and the quivering lips of her virginal pussy. Her brain whirled in a mixture of terror ... and wild anticipation!
A shudder of wicked delight passed through her lithe young body at the first electrifying contact of the smooth, naked head of the cock she held against the moist, sensitive flesh of her cunt. She held her breath, not daring to move, as she lay paralyzed with the horror of what was about to happen. Tears of shame still flowed unchecked down her cheeks ... Then, the moment she had been dreading ... her brother flexed his hips forward slightly, causing her a sharp pain as the head of his big cock began to worm itself into the tight little opening, stretching and pressuring its way into her. She could feel the throbbing warmth of it too ... but the pain! Oh, God! He's going to hurt me!
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" she gasped Jo as he ground his hips a little harder between her legs. She choked back a building scream of pain as the ponderous bulbous head of his cock forced its way into the tight unused opening, brutally stretching the tissues of her hymen, which had halfway been ruptured, yet still had part of it stretching across the entrance. The remainder of it broke painfully before Jim's cock, and she was certain that her pussy would be irreparably torn apart from the almost unbelievable pressure he was exerting.
"Oh Gawwwdddd ... Jim! ... You're hurting meeeeee! Please! No more!" she moaned with her eyes bulging and her mouth opened wide, almost screaming up into his face. But, his lewdly sadistic grin told her that she was just wasting her breath begging him to stop. He wasn't about to stop now! "I-I don't think I can take any more of it!" she stammered as the pain overwhelmed her. "It's ... it's too ... biggggg!"
"Just take your time, kitten," Jim encouraged her. "You'll get used to it!"
Gradually, by relaxing her cunt muscles, she began to feel a lessening of the pain.
"How is it now, Jo?" he queried lewdly.
"It ... hurts ... but not as bad!"
"Do you want me to stop?"
Stop! Now? When it's too late anyway? We might as well finish up what we've started! Biting her lower lip against the pain, Jo shook her head in an emphatic "no" causing her hair to swirl around her head like a silken veil. Then "Oooooohhh ... " God ... Dear God ... !" she wailed as he again pressed his huge cock into her softly pulsating cunt, inch by torturing inch.
Suddenly, she became aware that he couldn't maintain his slow-paced entry of her body much longer-that he would soon completely disregard any vestige of concern he might have held for her own discomfort as he fought for his own desperately needed release!
With a glance down at her widely splayed loins, he thrust, suddenly, with unbelievable force, sending his long, swollen penis soaring up into her cringing pussy with the power of a battering ram.
"AAaauuuggghhh!" Jo screamed as his thick, lust-bloated prick's head rammed recklessly into her body, stretching the once virginal walls of her lust-moistened vagina before it, until she felt the heaviness of his sperm-filled testicles smack soundly against the white upturned cheeks of her smooth young ass.
"OOOooohhh ... my God, that h-hurts ... Jim!" she wailed in agony beneath him.
She lay petrified and immobile ... not daring to move a single muscle for fear of tearing herself further. Jim's cock had more than filled her pussy, and the tender walls felt raw and bruised from his entry of her. She could feel every ridge and wrinkle of it as it lay in pronounced relief inside her tortured belly.
For a long, fearful moment, her brother lay quiet and heavy upon her, his breath rasping in this throat ... then, he flexed the shaft of his cock, making it swell deeply in the confines of her sheathing silkiness.
"Auuuugggghhh!" she groaned, and he flexed again, and again, and again, each time extracting a moaned protest from her fevered, blood-drained lips. Then, very slowly, her painfully throbbing vagina began to accustom itself to the mammoth invader that had stretched it to capacity. Her whimpers of pain grew less ardent as pain became mere discomfort. Gradually, the pain ceased altogether and began to be replaced by the tiny twitterings of unmistakable delight.
Sensing her beginning acceptance of his cock, Jim began to rotate his buttocks in a tensing, grinding motion as he sought to bury every possible fraction of an inch of his member into her already-stuffed pussy, With increasing vigor, Jo responded to the fucking she was receiving, Jim leered down at her evilly, his face twisted into a mask of diabolic lust, "Now, my sweet innocent little sister, you can beg me for it!" he commanded thickly.
Jo stared at him, dumbfounded, Even as her eyes glazed over in ecstasy from the screwing he was throwing to her with such inordinate power, she looked up at him for mercy, a sign of tenderness ... she didn't want to be humiliated, she just wanted, plain-and-simple, to be fucked to within an inch of her life by her big-dicked brother!
"Oooooohhh, Jim, please don't make me say it ... I-I don't understand why ...!"
"Beg, you little bitch! If you want a fucking, let's hear the words!"
The thrills that had begun to course again through her body from her pubic area rendered further protest impossible.
"Oh, yesss! Fuckme, Puck me!" she spewed through tightly clenched teeth, loathing the words even as she said them despising her own lack of will power. Everything had been stripped from her. There was no pride left ... no morals, no scruples, and certainly no virginity.
I-I'm nothing but a loose-assed whore 'to him! she thought. I'm a lesbian to his wife and a whore to him! Then, her attention once again centered, unavoidably, on the huge cock in her stomach. It was what she needed and pride be damned.
"Oh God, yes! Fuck me, Jim ... Fuck me like the bitch I am!"
The lascivious brother could hardly believe the rapid transition taking place in his beautiful young sister. Not only was she no longer resisting, she was actually beginning to fuck back! A thrill of consummate evil rippled through his muscular body as he bore down into her, using short, deliberately spiking strokes that sent only about half of his length into her, and her aroused vagina began to cling to it sweetly, trying to worm itself further around its unbelievable girth.
There was no fight left in her now. All she could do was surrender herself to the obscene thrills that tormented her body ... and her mind. Little tremors of obscene excitement tingled along her spine as she felt the fluid rhythm of her brother's cock thrusting ever deeper into her moistly pulsating pussy, the bulk of her frenzied sensations centering there. Her whole body felt like one big cunt, begging to be fucked and fucked and fucked and ...
As Jim began, cautiously, to increase the tempo and depth of his strokes into her, Jo felt her entire body responding to him, and she writhed and squirmed beneath his weight, her trim hips grinding up to receive his full length. He sought her mouth, captured it, and she thrust her tongue up into his mouth to be nibbled and sucked, her moans of passionate acceptance coming, unceasingly now, from deep in her throat. She was ready to endure anything he might want to do with her ... or to her, and she began to raise her feverishly sucking pussy up to him in countering rhythm to his every thrust.
Her lovely face was contorted with passion ... with a desire to experience what she had never known before. Her nostrils flared, her breath came in short gasps, as she gave her body over completely to lust. Her trembling body was engulfed in sensations of voluptuous pleasure now, and she bucked and writhed under her lewd brother, her swollen little clitoris pulsing like a tiny heart against his naked, hard shaft.
Suddenly she felt totally free of all moral restraints and restrictions, and she was able to drift with the overwhelming tide or-passion that carried her along. She was enveloped in a swirling miasma of sensual bliss unlike anything she had ever experienced before in her life.
Jim could see the tiny droplets of perspiration forming on her brow and in the furrow between her luscious, pointed, firm titties, signaling her complete arousal. Her hair was tangled in disarray. He let his hands slide over the smooth contours of her rib cage, over her hips, and slipped them beneath the half-moon orbs of her satin smooth buttocks, grasping them brutally in his strong hands. He wadded and twisted the softness of the flesh he found there until Jo felt sure that she would be bruised for life, yet oddly, another dimension of excitement seemed to be added by the abuse.
She groaned aloud, and her breath caught in her throat as he hauled her loins up tight against his own and he felt her pull her thighs back even further to accept his plunging cock. "Fuck me ... Fuck me ... Fuck me ... " she chanted in time to her lewd brother's endless humping. "Oh God, fuck me till I die!"
Jo had never been so carried away as she was now in her efforts to obtain the last ounce of satisfaction from her "rape." Her mind became a kaleidoscope of bizarre delights: she was a whore ... a concubine ... a lowly slave girl bent humbly before her cruel and relentless master.
Jo flailed her head and her walnut-reddish brown hair back and forth in unprecedented rapture. Her slender legs, on either side of his thickly impaling prick, quivered spasmodically with the strength of her passion. Her tongue slithered in and out of his mouth in a lewd parody of what was taking place between their legs. She emitted little velvet moans of lustful rapture from deep in her innermost being.
Jim had begun to piston into her with all of his massive energy, lengthening his strokes and stepping up the tempo of their fucking. Withdrawing his heavy penis until only the very tip remained inside of her, he drove forward like a man possessed by a demon, until his balls rested in the crevice of her ass at the end of each jolting thrust. He felt the throbbing ache in his balls as the pressure began to build, painfully. Dammit! I've been messing around too long!
Sliding his hand down over the smooth, taut skin of her gyrating buttocks, his finger searched for the small puckered opening of her asshole. Tauntingly, he dipped the tip of his finger into the viscid opening of her twat long enough to wet it before poking it gently into her anus up to the first knuckle of his finger.
"Now, you're going to get something else you've never had before!" he rasped in her ear as she flinched slightly at the all but imperceptible penetration. "I'm going to finger-fuck that sweet little bung-hole of yours ... your asshole!"
Jo's breath almost stopped, her heart skipped a beat as vibrant, erotic sensations slashed through her. His words, his lewd actions, completely subjugating her body and mind to his every perverted whim, caused her even further masochistic raptures of expectation. She knew she was ready to accept anything her lewd brother proposed!
"Oooooooohhhhh! Y-yessss!" she hissed passionately. "Shove your finger in my ass! I-I want you to!"
Jim Davis's brain, as he slammed his big cock into his young curvaceous sister's upturned loins, screamed with lustful exhilaration. Damn! he thought. She really wants it! His turgid pecker felt as though it would burst. His middle finger fumbled at the round, tight little anal opening, forcing inward to the second knuckle with a brutal thrust.
"AAAuuuuggghhh! OOOOOOOhhhh!" Jo gasped in pain as he continued to pound his hard cock into her luscious cunt, in time to the drubbing finger in her anus.
Jim rotated his finger vigorously until, with a vicious thrust, he buried it to the palm of his hand. He felt the warm rubbery confines of her rectum clasp and cling to his thickly probing digit in masochistic abandon.
Never ... not in her entire life, had Jo felt such rapturous bliss! The pleasure-pain of the rotating finger in her butt seemed to add a new dimension to their lewd incestuous coupling. Her whole body seemed to quiver like a bow string, in forbidden ecstasy. She'd have been hard-pressed to explain why, but she was actually forcing her buttocks back onto the poking finger buried there, even as she sought more of his punishing cock. Her pelvis pivoted back and forth between his two impaling units like a humping rabbit.
Jim was barely able to control his lust any longer. His nuts ached for the need to empty their cumbersome, painful load. He drove his aching prick into her cunt sheath with devilish fury, and was pleased that she was accepting, hungrily, the finger drilling into her sweet little ass.
Giving herself over to the powerful sensations that were soaring through her body in search of a crashing crescendo, Jo began to writhe and squeal beneath him, relishing the double fucking he was giving her. Oh God, I've never felt like this before!
Jim plunged wildly into Jo. He had reached the point of no return ... but he wanted to make sure she came too ... otherwise, his plans to bring in his wife into a little bit of three-way swinging would go up in smoke.
He gaped down at the glistening shaft of his lust-excited and expanded cock sliding rhythmically in and out of Jo's sweet little poontang, and concentrated on the feel of her liquid warmth ... accepting him, clasping, like an oiled glove. He tried to think of something still more bizarre to spur him on, but he would have to stop to change positions and he definitely didn't want to stop.
He watched the clasping lips of her cunt and slipped his hand down to fondle them, drawing them in closer to his ramming prick. He felt the contracting muscles of her pussy sucking and massaging his cock, like a milking machine, attempting to swallow all of his delicious hardness deep inside her.
Jim tried to increase the speed and depth of his trip-hammer thrusts as she writhed, uncontrollably, beneath his bulk, slithering up and down the hardened shaft of cock with animal-like energy, her legs jerking spasmodically, pearly toes curling, satin thighs flowering open like a lotus blossom. His penis pistoned into her cunt with demoniacal fervor and he jerked his finger from her backside with a moist, kiss-like suck.
Then, beneath him, Jo's lovely face contorted with her frantic need to come, and she began to chant aloud: "Ooohhh, a-God, yessss! Like that ... like that ... like thaaaaaaat!" Her features, as he looked down at her, reflected the sensuality of her deep passion. Thank God she's ready to pop her cookies!
Jim groaned as he labored over her, grinding his huge prick into her hard and deep. He knew that she would be coming soon! He watched her breasts heave and quiver with the shocks of his punishing strokes, the spiking pink nipples expanding before his eyes as her passion grew to even more astonishing heights. Her head tossed wildly from side to side, her beautiful shimmering brown hair hopelessly entangled.
"Come, baby! Come! Come! Come!" he chanted.
He felt the acid burning of his own need for release, and he could only hope that she was really ready.
On the next wicked thrust, she convulsed beneath him.
"Oh! Oooooohhh! AauuRRgghh! Oh Gaaawwwddd!" she screamed. "I'm there ... I'm there ... I'M THEEEEEEEERRRREEEEE!" And her body writhed and convulsed uncontrollably as wave after wave of orgasmic release thundered through her.
Jim felt his sister spasm below him, and he continued to hammer his cock into her faster and faster, deeper and deeper. With all his strength he felt her body cling to him tenaciously as she gained even greater spasms of her voluptuous climax. Her breathing was labored, coming in short, feverish gasps.
Then, he sensed the imminent rush of his own searingly heated sperm as his throbbing cock began to pump spastically. He felt the thick, viscous liquid begin its mad race along the full length of his bloated prick. It pumped and spurted wickedly inside of her as he ground his pelvis up tight against her in one last lancing thrust before he stiffened between her legs in the throes of his own climax, his breath coming in short burst.
As her ravisher collapsed on top of her, Jo moaned aloud, in relief, as subsiding waves of euphoric bliss descended on her sexually taxed body and psyche. Her thighs quivered mightily as the muscles began to lose some of the tension of her former passionate excesses. She had never realized such rapturous joy existed on the face of the earth. Limply now, her legs fell, widely splayed, cradling her brother shamelessly. Her chest heaved and her heart was hammering heavily in her breast. She had been filled ... to overflowing.
And then, finally, with the last of her lewd brother's seed lying deep within her, Jo gave a heavy sigh and whispered, hotly, "A-are you through with me now?"
"Not quite," he answered.
CHAPTER SIX
When Jim returned from a trip to the bathroom, he stood naked before the bed. Jo moved out of the bed and slid gently to the floor, relaxing onto her knees.
His cock thrust out before her face, but not for long. Jo started to lick him from nuts to tip with long gliding strokes of a practiced, delighted tongue. She felt his prick shiver in her fingers. She kissed him with deep, satisfied smacks, then fell to licking again. Her tongue was agile and clever. Every place she licked him was the right place, for that particular moment, for that particular effect. She was quite satisfied with herself. Slowly, she drew her head back, then came down, lips slightly parted. The head of his prick eased between her lips, past her teeth, and she began to suck with soft gentle pulls. The taste of his come and of hers was on his big cock and she decided she really liked the combination of flavors. Her mouth was hot and smooth and moist her lips sucking at his huge cock-head. He moaned and thrust his hips forward, trying not to allow himself to enjoy it too much. He had some other plans but he had forgotten them; all he wanted to do now was to fuck her again. He could feel the tiny taste buds on her tongue as his cock slid in deeper. He wanted to howl with pleasure, but he didn't, afraid it would only goad her on.
Suddenly Jo let it slip out-all the way, and he was disappointed. He didn't want to go off in her mouth but ... hell, he didn't know what he wanted, nor did he know what she wanted. His cock felt lost and naked out there all by itself, sticking up proudly.
Jo eased him back to the bed and pushed herself down on top of him. Her eyes were bright with something he kept telling himself were not tears. Her smooth hair spilled from around her white shoulders as she put her knees on either side of his head and faced his cock. Reaching, he grabbed her breasts as she ran her tongue around his purple cockhead, making little circular motions while her hands pumped up and down his rigid cock-shaft. Slowly, she slid her mouth up and down on it, taking every inch in her mouth, letting the huge thing slip beyond her tongue, down to her tonsils.
"Ahhhh, Christ!" he moaned and squeezed her erect, hard nipples. Her hands went again to his balls, squeezing them together in that gentle motion. In and out of her mouth his cock went, down into the grasping muscles of her throat. The wetness of her midsection was all he could see, and her hair lay in wet curls around the gaping pinkness of her violated pussy.
Now she squirmed around again, bringing her body up and around and down by his side, never letting go of his hard, throbbing stiffness. Now she straddled his legs with her own. She was concentrating on what she was doing. Her lids were half-closed. Now and, then, though, she would raise up her head far enough so he could see her forehead, eyebrows, and hazy eyes. He could feel her ass moving back and forth, hypnotically, in a humping motion on him. He managed to reach down and touch her slit. It was slick and heavy. When he began to rotate it with his fingers he felt it get hotter ... wetter. She rubbed against the palm of his hand and sucked harder. Her breasts ground against his belly now, and then, as she came all the way down with her lips on his cock, he almost screamed out again. He knew if she kept this up much longer he would come. "Stop it, Jo, shit! Stop it for crying out loud. "
She shook her head holding his cock in her mouth. Then she came down on his raging prick again, taking it in all the way, burying her face in his pubic hair. He couldn't stand it. He was going off again. He could feel the semen wanting to jet out, and the desire to let it go was almost stronger than his desire to control the situation. He had been trying to hold it, but shit! This sister of his had a way with her mouth.
Finally he managed to pull his cock out of her mouth and get her back down on the bed at his side.
"Let me," she whispered. "I want to. I love the taste of it. I need it!"
He made a motion as if he would get down at her cunt, but she said, "No, you better fuck me again. Now!"
Roughly, he dragged her halfway off the bed. Holding her ass in his hands, he stood on the floor and spread her legs. Then he rammed his cock into her pussy, grinding it deeply to the point of no return. His balls were hard and firm against her bottom. She allowed him to raise her legs up so her feet rested on his shoulder. He was glad he had taken her mouth off his cock when he had. Her inner muscles clutched at his prick, pulling it ever deeper. She moved like a corkscrew when he took it almost all the way out, stroking long and easy, the way he knew most women liked it. He knew she would, too. He could feel the. churning, bubbling juice in her and felt her body tremble violently as she convulsed into climax. Gratefully, he allowed his heavy load of semen to go free. He fell onto her as he continued to support her body, feeling the fury of the orgasm as it rocketed through his body.
There was a dewy freshness to her skin as he remained where he was, drinking all of her in. He wanted to stay there inside forever, feeling her heartbeat as it slowed down to normal, the rise and fall of her chest as she sucked in gulps of air.
"God, sis, you re good!" he said. And he meant it. Now at this very instant he meant it. He wished to God there was some way to tell her how he felt, how much she meant to him for letting him do this, for doing this with him. He held her close and kissed her moist lips, forcing his tongue between them, probing into the moistness of her mouth.
Jo felt the heat as it spread throughout her body. Even though Jim had shot into her before, the size of his load was equal to any she had ever thought possible. This one was it, she knew. This one was the big one, the one that could certainly prove that she was not a lesbian altogether.
She moved his hand to her hard breast guiding it, while she put her own on his half hard cock. Her skin was smooth and cool to his touch. But, now it was warming. Jo wanted more, more fucking and more loving. Her nipples grew erect under his fingers, and she moved her pubic bush closer to his cock. He kissed her again, probing inside of her mouth with his tongue, flipping it against her lips and running it across her teeth Again she moaned, lost in the limbo world of her need. The pumping motion on his warm cock grew more urgent. He took his mouth from hers and rained kisses on her breasts. Then he nursed them sweetly, taking pleasure in the response of her body. It seemed to Jim that she was so attuned to him that she became a part of him at times. Her flesh moved with his as one, and when he touched her he couldn't be positive that he was not touching his own body. It had never been like this with any other woman, not even with his wife.
Jo smiled up at him, then moved onto her back, spreading her beautiful firm legs. He knew she wanted him to open her cunt-lips, to part that amazing pussy and start the joy juice perking. She was all sensuousness, this sister of his, this beautifully young girl lover. Her clitoris was making that little pulsating movement, and he quickly brought it to full vibration. She moved her pelvis upward to meet his fingers, demanding that he slip a finger into her pussy. The response was immediate. He felt a gush of wetness, and the action of her hand on his cock grew more insistent. He wanted to bring her back to the point of quivering need, and although he was aware that he could take her again now, he didn't. Instead, he kept up the vigorous fingering and added to her building heat by hungrily sucking her breasts, making them grow firmer. The nipples were long and slender in his mouth. His teeth nibbled slightly and she cried out, but not in protest. Now the heat was coming from her slender body in waves, and she was begging him wordlessly. But still, he made her wait, knowing it could last longer if he took his time. She was breathing hard, her breath a hot breeze against his neck when he finally mounted her. Her legs wrapped around his thighs automatically, and he could feel her gnawing cunt, waiting anxiously for his hard cock. Again he hesitated, wanting her to say something.
"Oh dammit, dammit, dammit," she finally panted. "Don't make me wait any longer!"
"Okay, sis."
Gently, he took the pillow from beneath her head and put it under her, feeling the quick upward thrust of her buttocks. He liked to have her ass higher than the rest of her, and he knew she would like it this way, too.
Already the juices were running inside of her as his throbbing cock thrust in deeply. Her cunt pulled at him, dragging him deeper and deeper inside of her. His hands worked at her breasts, twisting the nipples. He plunged in and out of her, bringing her to climax before he got his. It gave him a heady sense of power to bring her to orgasm two or three times before he reached his. Under him, her ass twisted and thumped, the come that had rolled out from her first climax drying quickly because of her intense heat. Now there was nothing but the wild urgency of his body, the great, seething, churning gathering of his forces. With a great part of his mind he was aware of her coming, but he knew her enough by now to realize that she wasn't finished-that there would be much more. She was a strong, healthy girl. She could last another and another round as soon as she had gotten her breath, which was what she did right then. And then she began to meet him, thrust for thrust, taking him in and twisting him around. His strokes grew longer, harder. The juice was hot and throbbing in his balls, readying itself for the final thrust. He shot up into her, feeling the come burst from the end of his prick. Then he remained where he was, buried in her to the very root of his being. He closed his eyes slightly and thrilled at the heavenly sensation as volley after volley of hot come streamed into her sucking, moist cunt.
Jim's head rested between her breasts. Her arms were a delicious heaviness around him. She had relaxed the grip on his thighs and back, even though her feet and ankles were still loosely locked around his middle.
When she had relaxed she let her legs fall to the bed.
Later he raised up and looked down into her eyes and saw all the pent-up passion lurking there. As gently as he could, Jim lowered himself and pressed his mouth to hers. Her lips felt hot and dry against his as they touched, and an electric current seemed to flow between them. Jim felt Jo's muscles ease and relax, felt her drop her arms, then felt Jo's arms slide upward so that her hands reached the back of his neck and pulled him down to her warmness.
She moaned softly, almost inaudibly, as if the sound was for Jim's ears alone.
As if he were handling fragile china, Jim touched Jo, slid his hands over her naked skin, drew her in closely. He felt Jo's breasts touch his chest, and his throat knotted with excitement and lust. She felt so soft, so wonderful. The hardest thing about Jo was her nipples-hard little knots that dug into Jim's chest.
Now it was his turn to moan.
The sound of his lust affected Jo. "Oh Jim," she sighed. "You are such a man. Oh, I want you to do everything to me. Teach me all the ways. I want to fuck any way you want it. I want to try anything."
Jo was warming rapidly, Jim knew, and he shivered slightly at the thought. He liked the feel of this passionate young girl.
Twining against each other, the two delved deeper and deeper into a passion that neither of them dreamed existed. Their mouths opened, their tongues tasted. They breathed each other's body smells, almost perfume to them. They savored all that existed between them-all that was different between them, and all that was the same. Masculine chest pressed against firm, soft breasts, passion-hardened nipples digging into masculine nipples. Soft, feminine arms and hard masculine arms twining around each other. They sank back to the bed and broke the kiss.
Jim let Jo nestle her head against his shoulder and he slid one exploratory firm hand over one of Jo's delicious young tits. "
"You're so sweet an wonderful," Jim said to his sister. Tenderly now, he patted Jo's breast, fascinated by the hard little nipple on the firm mound. "I love every part of you. I want to love you, to do everything to you that you want me to."
"I need love, Jim. I need it so much. I've never had it from a man before. No one has really loved me like you have. "
"I'll love you, sweetie." he said softly, hugging her tightly.
Jo's hand searched down his body and cupped his bag in one hand, her thumb' brushing over the surface of it. "It feels so full, so ready."
"It is. It's all there for you," Jim replied, his voice a whisper of passion.
They kissed again, and this time there was more tenderness, more passion in the kiss. They started working harder, with the violence of love. They ground their mouths together, their tongues dueling and fighting for supremacy. Jim won and drove Jo's smaller tongue back and licked the roof of her mouth, the back of her teeth, every part of her warm interior. Jo welcomed the intrusion by sucking, drawing as much of Jim's hard tongue into her own warm mouth as she could possibly take.
There was now none of the vile talk or the frankness of before. Jo had reverted back to the personality of a sweet young child that her brother had imagined her to be. She was his student and he was teaching her, leading her into the tenderness of love.
Jim groaned and Jo moaned.
Rougher now, Jim stroked Jo's little nipples, rolling the hardness in his fingers. He could feel the girl jerking and trembling and knew what she was feeling. He knew because he could almost feel it, too. He knew he was giving her pleasure as she was giving him pleasure. The thought of the identical pleasures sent ripples of desire flooding through him, and the knowledge of the thought was wild, insane, and wonderful all at once.
Snuggling together, the two reveled in the pure discovery of each other's body. Jim's slight beard brushed against Jo's pale, slender shoulder, while her feathery soft hair rubbed his cheek. He nibbled at her shell-like ear, and felt the girl gasp when he ran a tongue into the tiny opening. Jim shivered when Jo's sharp white teeth nipped at his tan shoulder, and he felt his own body shake with excitement. Slowly, their muscles relaxed again, and they lay on their sides on the softness of the bed, the fire inside them warming their naked bodies.
"God." Jim said softly, letting a rush of breath escape through his half-closed mouth. "You're the sexiest girl I've ever seen. You make me want to love you over and over. It's as if I am ready for you any time and you want me, you know ... you know," he paused, "a man usually can't stay hard all the time. A woman is ready any time though, but a man just can't keep it up, but baby, you make me feel like I can keep it hard all the time just for you."
"I'm glad," Jo said. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me with everything you've got. Fuck me over and over, time after time all the time."
Leaning back a bit, Jim could see the full length of his sister's graceful, young body. He admired the spare curves, the shadows and hollows, the gentle rounding of her belly and the jet blackness of the pubic hair shielding her slit. She looked breathtakingly pale, like alabaster. Her ribs were visible under her skin because she was so slender, and Jim stroked his fingers along the shadowy ripples. Jo's stomach trembled, and she dug her fingers along and into his side fiercely.
"Oh, I like that," Jim said.
Jo mumbled something in agreement.
Her nipples were dark, hard knots begging for some more attention. Jim's hungry mouth was watering as he stared at them. Lowering his head, his mouth sought out the little buds of delight.
He flicked his tongue over one of Jo's small nipples, and- he felt the girl jerk in response. Pursing his lips, he kissed the nipple wetly, then sucked on it tenderly. Opening his mouth wider, he sucked more of her small breast in, while bathing the nipple with his tongue. He felt Jo's breathing quicken and become irregular, as if the girl were gasping for breath. At the same time, Jo's hand tightened on Jim's full bag until it almost hurt him. Then, helplessly, Jo let go and rolled quickly over on her back to sprawl out and open widely on the bed.
Jim hesitated and looked at his young sister wonderingly and tenderly, trying to figure what she wanted him to do now. There certainly wasn't any telling what she had in mind.
"Don't stop, Jim," she whispered, not opening her eyes. "Please don't stop."
With more passion-now, since he knew he was really pleasing her, Jim bent his head and suckled one of the firm young tits, then the other. Jo tangled her fingers in his hair, and began stroking his neck and bare back. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see the dark triangle of her sex, could see Jo rubbing her slender, pale white thighs together as her excitement built to a higher peak. Passionately again, Jim slid one hand down from Jo's smooth belly toward the dark patch. Jo shook and quivered, her fingers knotting in his hair.
"Yes, yes," she whispered, moaning. "You're doing it like I want you to. Oh, Jim, you know how to turn me on; how to please me. Ooooohhhh!"
Like a creeping animal, Jim's hand crept into Jo's crinkly pubic hair. The girl spread her thighs wider now, opening herself for his exploration. Jim slid his fingers down and down, finding the same slit there that he had felt before. The same slit that he had run his big cock in and out of heatedly. Carefully he cupped her bulging sex mound, feeling and liking the hot softness of the tissues under his fingers, the curving arch of her pubic bone under his palm. Jim pressed his whole hand down on Jo's cunt, and felt the girl respond by pushing her hips upward. Her pussy felt hot and sticky, and Jim realized that it was the renewed juices flowing freely and easy.
Now Jim had to have something at his own begging cock. Hesitantly, he released Jo's cunt, and he felt the girl's disappointment. Jim sought the girl's hand, loosened it from his bag, and guided it to his own eager cock. Jo's touch was frightened and shy, but it also felt searingly hot to Jim.
Jim spread his thighs, pressed Jo's hand around his swollen cock, then clamped his thighs down to trap the little hand. Now he worked his own hand back into Jo's wet, hot crotch. This time he slid one finger between the lips, and pressed it into the girl's cunt.
"Ohhhhh, Jim," Jo purred, feeling the intrusion into her passion-filled pussy.
Her moist channel felt scalding hot and sticky and slimy with juices. Jim drove his long finger deeper into her and felt the girl's hips surge upward. At the same time Jo worked her hand up and down his rigid fuck-pole. Jim thought he was going to die from the sheer pleasure of the moment. Now he spread his thighs wide and let Jo take total possession of his throbbing hard cock. He looked down to where his own thick pleasure finger was buried in his young sister's juicy hole.
He studied it a moment as it probed into Jo's girlish tight pussy, then his gaze shifted to where her hand clutched his cock. He shuddered with pleasure.
"Your hand feels good on me there," he said. "What if I shoot my wad allover you?"
"Oh, Jim, I want it in me. I want to feel it in me, in my mouth, in my pussy, just inside me somewhere. It's too precious to waste."
Now Jim felt wildly excited, though nowhere near his climax yet. This excitement was something else. Maybe it was the thrill of discovery. The tenderness of the moment was something to consider, too. It didn't really matter, he decided. He looked down again and realized that they were both feeling the same-their mutual love; their emotion-filled lovemaking; this was what was causing the feeling they both shared.
He felt they both needed to prolong it this time to make it last. Lightly, Jim withdrew his dripping finger from Jo's slippery cunt, and theatrically licked the juices off slowly.
"Taste me," he whispered to her. "I've tasted you and it's so good. Now take my cock in your mouth and taste me. It's really something."
Jim turned to bring his head toward Jo's crotch. Bending and leaning over, he slowly lowered his face toward her pussy, his eyes riveted on the curling hair and the gleaming pink tissues. An animal odor, wild animal, assaulted his senses, attracting him even more. His mouth watering with a wild appetite, Jim lowered his face to Jo's pubic bush and wedged his tongue deep into the young girl's hot, juicy slit.
It tasted wonderful and exciting to-him. Driven by a wild desire for more, he jammed his tongue deep into her tender cunt, shifting around to get the best possible angle for his attack. His knee bumped against something, and he pulled his head back to glance up along the length of Jo's supine body. He found that his knee was against the side of her head. Carefully he lifted it and straddled her, returning his face to the musky cunt as soon as he could, unwilling to sacrifice a moment of the taste and lust he was finding there.
"Good, good," Jo was muttering almost incoherently, as she bathed in the pleasure of what was happening to her.
When her hands closed around his butt cheeks, Jim almost jumped with excitement. He let his hips drop, still eating happily at Jo's juicy cunt. He mumbled through the tissues of the hot clit, but the words were jumbled and didn't make any sense.
The touch of Jo's tongue on his cock set off rockets of passion in him, making him drive his own mouth down on the girl's pussy even harder. Ramming in his tongue, deep, deep, into her steaming snatch, Jim lowered his hips and felt the girl's mouth close around his dong. The explosion of pleasure almost lifted him to the peak of an orgasm. He dug his chin into the young girl's slit and was rewarded with a flow of juices that almost drowned him, as Jo's hips jammed upward in response.
He could feel her hot mouth close around his rigid shaft. The tingling sensation it brought filled his entire body.
Head to crotch, the two lovers, brother and sister, tangled in the center of the bed. Hands gripping each other's buttocks and thighs, they drove each other crazy with their mouths. Jo almost gagged in the deep penetration of her throat as she swallowed the gigantic love-pole belonging to her dear oversexed brother.
Jim was nearly delirious with pleasure, boiling and churning, churning and seething, his huge body betraying him with its convulsions. He was coming and coming and coming, and he knew he was drowning Jo with the flood of semen pouring out of his cock. But he couldn't pull away from the girl. Jim was driving his own mouth into Jo's gushing pussy, and her slender thighs clamped around his head like a vise, trapping him there until he was afraid he was going to suffocate.
All at once it was over, and Jo's body went from spasmodic tightness to total limpness. Jim's own intense orgasm was passing its peak, its plateau, leaving him quivering with exhaustion. He was dimly aware of Jo freeing her mouth from his limp cock, and he struggled with his last reservoir of strength to help. Finally, he managed to lift his leg and tumble away.
Sprawling on his back, exhausted, he let blackness sweep over him as he fought for breath and sanity.
Later, Jim felt as if he were drifting in a soft, warm, gray cloud of semisleep, in limbo, feeling wonderful, almost sated. His body was totally relaxed, tired with the delicious exhaustion that comes from such exercise. Vague, peaceful dreams floated through his mind.
It was a wonderful feeling for both of them, they decided after talking a bit. "Do you reckon Lisa will be jealous of us?" Jo asked.
"Lisa? No. I don't think so. In fact she wouldn't be jealous at all. In fact, she would probably enjoy watching us, or doing it with us."
"Do you think so?" Jo asked, remembering back to Lisa and how she felt about her brother's wife.
"Shit, yes! I know so. She likes to fuck, any way, anytime."
Jo shivered.
Jim noticed this and said, "Wouldn't you like all three of us doing it together sometime?"
"Oh I suppose it would be exciting. Really, though, I don't know. I've never done it that way."
"Oh, shit, sis, you'd enjoy it."
Jo nodded silently, knowing that she probably would.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Jim had showered, Jo took a fast one and walked back into the room.
Jo noticed that, after he had come out of the shower, his prick was soft and lay snugly against the puffiness of his huge balls. She walked to him and put her arms around his bare body. Even though he was out of his shoes, he was still so much taller than she and her head barely reached his chest. She held herself to him and let the warmth of his body soak into hers.
Finally she reached and took one of his hands and pulled it between their bodies and pressed it to her pussy. Jim let one finger work inside the lips and when she felt the finger touch her clit, she shivered violently. "Feels good, feels so fucking good," she said.
Now she took his soft cock in her hand and with two fingers, she slowly rubbed his cock until it began to harden. After a few minutes, she pushed him away slightly and dropped to her knees. Taking the half-hard cock into her mouth, she sucked on it until it began to grow firm in her mouth.
When it was hard to her satisfaction, she pulled away and fell back on the floor, spreading her legs wide as she did so.
It took Jim a moment to realize that Jo wanted him to eat her pussy. He bent down over her and kissed her tits. Jo felt the warmth and the moisture of his lips all through her body. Again she shivered and moaned.
"Oh Jim, my sweet brother, don't stop! It's so nice. You really know how to please a girl! "
In reply, Jim lightly bit at Jo's tit. She shivered. The entire day had been one of heightened sexuality for her, and she knew it would culminate in another marvelous lovemaking bout with her sexually experienced brother.
He licked his lips, so as to have them wet and pliant. Putting his mouth down over her tit, he rapidly flicked at her boobs with his tongue. Jo, whimpered. Snuggling onto the hardness of the floor, she prepared for a lot of hot, wet, pulsating joy.
Jim alternated between her tits. He licked one and then the other. He extended his tongue, and he licked the fleshy mounds of her breasts, the space between her tits and back to her nipples. She felt his tongue as if it weighed ten times as much. She was hypersensitive to touch, because of the thought of what he would be doing in a few more minutes to her pussy.
"Oh, Jim, sweet brother! This is great! Oh, you re such a fine lover! Scoot around here and put your hot cock in my mouth. I want to feel it throbbing. I want to feel the hardness of it. "
"Not yet," Jim murmured between sucks.
"Then eat my boobs! Suck my tits and eat up my nipples! "
Jim loved to hear her voice-so full of sex, rolled out of lips low and full of passion, thick as hot honey, and caressing to his ears and his senses.
He felt his body shiver all over with anticipation of the feel of her. But he wanted to have her keyed up to a fever pitch, to a point of insane ecstasy, before he put his powerful cock into her hot, quivering, hungry pussy.
"Please," she begged.
"No." He was firm, but not rough.
He put her left boob in his mouth, and he sucked on it with all his strength. Jo cried out with excruciating pleasure. She tossed her head madly, and she sucked her breath in through her clenched teeth. She was mad for her brother's tongue. She wanted to feel it snaking into her hungry pussy.
As if he had read her mind, Jim began to work his way down her smooth body. Before he took leave of the upper half of her, however, he kissed her.
It was no ordinary kiss.
"Hmmmmmm," she cooed.
Jim nibbled at her lips as if they were sweet ripe fruit, like pears or papayas. He lightly bit at them, and then he licked her lips with his tongue, flat and wet.
"Soooo goood," Jo cooed again.
"Yesssss, mmmmmm," Jim crooned.
Jo felt her pussy growing hotter by the second. Jim was a much more skillful lover than she realized. He seemed to sense exactly what she wanted him to do before she realized what she wanted herself. She spread her legs wide, and closed her eyes, so she could feel the tiniest and most subtle expressions of his erotic passions.
He kissed her shoulder, and he licked the inside of her arms. She moaned, "Oh, Jim, God. Why didn't you come in my room sooner? Don't stop, please don't. Your probing tongue is driving me wild, setting me on fire! Oh, brother, brother, you're so good to me!"
Jim bit the inside of her elbow and licked her skin dry after he had done so.
He worked his way down her creamy golden body, nibbling and biting, licking and kissing.
Jo found herself growing more passionate and restless. She was eager for his mouth around her pussy. She churned her hips a little and Jim increased his travail. He stuck his hot tongue into her navel, and then he moved all the way down to her hot box.
Putting his arms around her hips, he pulled up her thighs, and put his hands on her ass. When he squeezed her ass firmly with his hands, Jo gasped at the feeling produced by him. Jim raised up her legs to his shoulders, and put his nose down into her wet cunt. Jo cried out, "Ohhhhh," when he touched her there.
Her pussy was damp and dark, full of aroused passion, damp and steaming with her love-juices.
He licked her pussy tentatively at the lips, and marveled at the aroma that escaped from her tender slit. He thought he smelled sex more strongly than ever before.
He pushed his face deeper into Jo's cunt, causing her to begin hunching his face with the excitement of her heated sexuality. He had ignited the flame. She was beginning to soar in flames of erotic need.
"Hmmmmmm," he breathed into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, Jim," she sighed in pure bliss.
"Hmmmm, yesss," he mumbled, then said something else, but the sound was, so muffled Jo couldn't hear what he was saying.
She groaned deeply from down in her belly as he thrust his tongue far into her hot, wet snatch. He nipped the edges of her lips, and he licked the tapering ends of her lips at the rear of her, near her asshole.
She begged him, "Go back there, brother. Do it! Go in me there, please, big brother, please."
He knew what she wanted. Sharpening his tongue into a point he drove little circles around her asshole. The small puckered hairy, thing was tender and flexing madly in anticipation of his penetration.
Jo almost screamed out.
Jim shoved his tongue deep into her, and she moaned and cried out now, loudly, when he stuck his tongue into her aching hole. She rocked from side to side and let her cheeks shake with the deep pleasure he was giving her. Getting hotter and more eager, Jo could hardly wait now for him to shove his hard, throbbing cock into her body-and any hole would be all right, any opening, as long as it was his cock probing her, or his tongue.
He spoke now, gently, to her, breathing small words of praise for her magnificent body, saying, "Oh, little sister, you are so luscious, so sweet, and so sexy. I love doing this to you, giving you such pleasure. I want to please you so much. And I'm going to fuck you hard in a little while. I'll pound it into you until you can't stand it. Baby doll, you're going to get the best and finest fuck you've ever had in your life."
His words washed over her like a wave of sweetness, and she churned her pelvis. He licked up her cunt and her ass. He blew little puffs of hot breath into her cunt and up her ass with light, sure strokes. Nuzzling his whole face into her steaming pussy, he thought he might be able to fall deep inside her. At the same time, he was anxious to have her suck his cock.
And as if she were reading his thoughts this time, she began reaching for it, pulling it toward her face. Jim twisted around and stretched out his hard legs, pulling her hips over on top of her face. Jo spread her legs and nestled down onto his face. Jim gobbled and licked; he sucked and lapped her pussy in quick alternations until Jo didn't really know what he was doing.
And she had begun to busy herself with his cock. She tentatively licked the glans, and she circled the flared skin with her tongue. Applying her teeth to his shaft, she nibbled slightly.
She felt his cock going deep into her warm mouth, into her throat, and she closed her eyes to cause a greater share of the sensations to filter into her body through the taste buds.
His cock was slippery and hard, and she felt her lips working feverishly to heat his meat. She sucked and licked him at the same time; then, at the exact moment she worked on him, she felt his mouth exploring, too, working and sucking at her cunt.
He was deep inside her pussy, and he found the walls of her love-channel slick with her juices. They were both entering a state of pure animalistic arousal. Both of them were deeply engrossed in the oral delights of suckling at each other's sex organs.
Jim found that he was losing track of his senses, just working his way deeply into this lovely young pussy. He had glimpses in his mind; little flashes of the entire gorgeous nude body, and it was exciting to him to think that he was fucking his beautiful young sister. He felt a flood of pride, a huge sense of well-being in that fact. His masculine pride was almost overwhelming to him.
He worked harder and faster, bringing gurgling sounds from the young girl who had his prick buried in her mouth.
His ego was strong as iron as he thought of this young sister of his, and all the studs, the young studs, who must have tried making out with her. When his ego stiffened, so did his cock. It seemed to grow even-larger and harder.
Even Jo could feel his cock growing in her hot mouth. It was the most amazing thing she had ever felt inside her mouth. She was driving him to greater manhood! His cock grew larger than it had ever been before in his entire life. Now Jo grew wild for it. She wanted to have his big prick in her pussy. She began to suck hard on his cock, and Jim felt like he would come in her hot throat. This made him nervous a bit, because what he really wanted to do was fuck her in the cunt to come inside her body, to flood her, fill her, until his come was running down her wet pussy, seeping and dripping off onto the floor.
Now Jim pulled out of her, got his cock from her mouth, and stopped licking her pussy.
Jo spread her legs wide and begged, "Oh, Jim, brother! Let's fuck! Right now! Put it in me. Give me that cock! Oh, brother, come in me, fill me. Fuck me!" It sounded like a dying wail. She moaned and shuddered violently. "Fuck me! Oh Jim, God! Fuck me!" This time she was screaming as she begged.
Jim trembled with the heat of hero He could feel her aroused passion encircling him and pulling him downward and into her.
The lips of her snatch yielded effortlessly to his thrust. The moisture was contained inside her cunt, and the outer lips were somewhat dry. That gave Jim a brief sensation of friction. The rub of hot, dry skin, and the tingle it brought to the tender tip of his cock, was overwhelming. Jim thought he would come the second he felt it. But he held on; clamping hard on his nuts, he pushed his iron scepter into her.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed. "You're so big and hard. Oh God, it feels so wonderful! Oh, brother, Jim ... lover ... you're so big, so good, so hot. Oh, fuck me, brother. Drive that piece of big meat into me. Drive it into me! Harder, brother, harder!"
Jim thrust her steamy hole now with even greater passion. He took hold of her thighs, and he pushed himself harder and harder into her. She squeezed her creamy thighs and noted the exquisite feel of her ass-cheeks in his hands. They were more than capable hands could hold, but the feel was nevertheless marvelous to him. He used the grip of her ass to pull himself into her hot box.
When the thick base of his prick wedged against the entrance to her cunt, Jo sighed deeply and gnashed her teeth. She hit her head against the floor underneath her, and they pumped each other with mounting fury and frenzy.
She let out a yelp of delight every time his cock pushed deeply into her. Jim found himself gasping and grunting with renewed pleasure when she squeezed the muscles of her pussy down on him.
He moaned, "Oh, baby. That's beautiful. Squeeze me harder. I like it. Harder! Oh, it feels good when you do it!"
They worked beautifully together. His cock was big and full inside her cunt, and they were tight! Up tight and in right! he thought, then laughed at his thought. They both let out sharp cries of delighted erotic ecstasy. It was better than it had ever been before. Both Jim and Jo realized that this was something very special.
"Gawd, Jim, you're something!"
"Only with you, sweetie," her big brother answered her soothingly.
Jo wrapped her legs around his waist. There she clung, letting their bellies slap together. Truly, this was one of the prettiest sounds in human life, Jo thought. The slapping of two bodies making love sent pleasurable shivers throughout her body.
They were also making wet, sucking sounds, pounding in and out of each other. His huge cock pulled out of her tight cunt with a sound very much like that made by a boot pulling from sticky mud.
Jim's cock drove harder and harder into her tight pussy. Even as Jo pumped more and more of her tender twat sauce out of her cunt and around his cock, 'they did not loosen the fit they had. It was still tight ... and perfect-like a tight glove.
She squeezed him hard with her firm, creamy long legs. When she stuck her tongue in his ear, Jim ate at her tit. Now they pumped and humped harder with long muscular strokes, driving into each other with firmness and determination.
Jim held her close to him. He loved the sensation of her belly up against his, and he felt her ass and her thighs when he was deep into her, stroking her with longer and longer intervals. His hard tongue worked fast, licking and flicking her taut nipples as he jammed his enormous prick into her, growing more hot and passionately feverish by the moment.
Jo lost all track of time, and she arched her back. She wiggled her ass as he fucked her. She was in heaven. There were few things in life Jo liked better than a really good fucking like this big brother of hers was now giving her. He knew exactly what to do and when to do it.
Jim was giving her one of the best she had ever had from him this evening, and she gave way to the beauty of it with no reservations about anything. She would do anything for him! And, she hoped the feeling was mutual! Would he do anything for her? She knew he would.
Jim was really pouring it on with no reservations about anything. He suddenly sensed the tingling sensation in his cock which precedes a big orgasm. He moaned, "Oh, baby. You gonna make it soon? 'Cause I'm about to blow you away. I feel my balls burning. I'm gonna do it! God, I'm burning. Come on, baby, come on!"
Jo sucked in her belly and felt his firm stomach slap hers with mounting fury. It was all too fantastic. She rode him with sweet white heat. She, too, felt herself on the verge of something really beautiful.
With her, the sensation was only slightly different. She felt all over like she was being swept away. Every pore of her body quivered, and she felt as though she were about to be tumbled over a great waterfall. The roaring, the lights, everything in her head began to explode, and she moaned, "Oh Jim! Jim! Oh God, brother! Oh, it's so fantastic! I can't stand it! I'm coming. Oh Lordy, I'm coming hard!"
Jim's strokes became faster and faster! He felt his balls about to explode with the release of his come.
His prick grew very hot and tingling. It was burning with the impending orgasm of the man. He felt his whole body tense as his boiling white come began to spew up out of his scrotum.
He fucked her in shorter strokes. He was faster, and the pounding, the short strokes, were harder. Then he drew in his breath in short, hard gasps.
There was a strong but invisible bond between them as they perched on the edge of their orgasms. They both humped so profusely that their skins were virtually cemented by the fury of their sex.
"Eaggggghhhh!" Jo screamed. It began deep inside her before it spilled out of her quivering mouth.
Jim started to make a sound, but his throat was frozen, and all he could do was to let loose with a strange, wailing, animal sound.
He plunged his cock in harder and harder, driving into Jo's twat. She held her eyes shut tight. Her mouth was seized in the middle of his purposeful humping as with fierce passion he kissed her on the lips. He continued to hump the hot furnace between her legs. It was as if there were no tomorrow, no nothing.
Right in the middle of coming, as he was pumping her hotly, her lips struck him as exceedingly tender and delicious. He licked her mouth. Her lips had parted, and she had her face thrust forward at him. When he kissed her, her mouth felt warm and soft to him. He groaned and quivered. The kiss was all it took to push him over the edge.
Suddenly his cream erupted with the force of an unleashed volcano, spewing from the tip of his cock. It gushed with astonishing fury into her and she felt the hot, wet rush of his semen raging into her pussy.
She shrieked, "Ohhhhh! Gawddddd! Jim! Jim! Ohhhhhhh! I can't stand it! Oh my ... it's good, soooooo good, sooooo good!"
She squeezed him with her entire body. Every sinew of her muscle fiber gripped Jim, and he felt like he was caught in an iron hammerlock. He was astonished at the intensity and the power of her orgasm. It was much stronger than his even.
He pumped harder anti harder as his balls discharged their load into Jo. She trembled in convulsions of ecstasy. She went into spasms of joy. She shook and moaned. Even though she sounded like a woman crying, Jo was at the height of sheer delight.
"Gawwwdddd!" she wailed out.
Her pussy flowed with her juices, mingled with his, and flooded out and- downward. It dropped and ran down her ass and onto her legs. Hot, sticky love sauce, and the scent of the two of them together was sharp and strong, smelling lovely to her. It saturated the floor as did their sweat from the prolonged period of fucking.
The odor of their come was a prod to them and they found that this was not enough-they had to keep going, to keep on fucking, in order to retain the wonderful feeling that was all about them and through them!
Even though Jim had shot his rocks already, he felt more semen sizzling in his nuts, and he was as anxious as she was to continue-to keep on with this blissful happening. Jo was still stroking, still humping, and so Jim continued pumping his hard, hot cock into her dripping pussy.
He gripped her strongly, and he clenched his teeth. He was like an athlete at a tense moment in a game, except this game was a fucking one: a contest to see who could give the other the most pleasure. And, in this contest the winner would be the loser and the loser the winner.
Jo felt his renewed efforts with a rush of grateful sensuality. She was hot and sweaty, half out of her mind with erotic joy. She was also eager to continue this wonderful game of fucking.
"Oh, Jim!" she said, her voice full of gratitude for this wonderful fucking brother.
"I know, little sister. I know. We're making it again, over and over and over."
"Hmmmmmm," she wailed in a moaning voice.
She felt she could come again and again and it seemed to get better each time. She released her iron lock on Jim, and she relaxed onto the floor. Kissing him wetly with her mouth and tongue, the kisses madly and hotly stimulating to him, she tried to show her zeal for what he was doing. Her cunt was soggy with juices, and yet she did not feel any particular lessening of the fine, tight fit of Jim's huge cock that was buried inside her.
If anything, it just felt bigger and better! She was astonished, but she didn't say anything. The sex was too good to interrupt with talk.
But she had to emit an occasional moan of passion and sincere, pure pleasure.
Arching her back, she dug her fingernails into her big lover's tough back. Jim felt the sharp stab of her fingernails, and that impelled him to greater passion, to even more erotic stimulation.
He pumped and heaved into her, moaning hotly. Feeling their bellies slapping with great muscular energy drove him on even harder.
There was something so wonderfully deep in her pussy. It was full of sadness, of madness, and his blood almost boiled over. He had never fucked this crazily before. He was mad with lust, and his come virtually shook his entire body, demanding to be rammed deeper and deeper into this wonderful young sister-lover again and again.
They were both making animal noises, deep in their throats. Rising from their bellies, the sounds filled the room. The two lovers rumbled and roared and soared with each other, one together.
Jim was absolutely lost in his fucking of this young sister of his. He forgot everything else as he fucked her. He squinted and pumped furiously, feeling his cock swelling, getting bigger and harder as he worked, and her cunt even felt hotter to him.
It was amazing what Jo was doing to him. He felt like a powerful engine, capable of going on and on and on. He fucked with energy and the strength of a stallion. He was wrapped up totally in the sweetness and the hot sweating joy of their screwing.
Jo pumped with vigor, like a regular fucking machine, clicking away. They pumped and humped. Her cunt began to flame with her need for him, and she moaned. "Oh, big brother. Give it to me. Come! Come! Hit me hard with it! Oh, Jim, I can't take it any longer. You better shoot me full now, right nowwwww!"
She came with fury, and she sank her teeth into his shoulder. He actually enjoyed what otherwise would have been a painful feeling. The added stimulus of a sensation like this gave him what he needed, and he came, again and again, and rapidly into her. He came, full, too, as if it were the first time. He just shot a huge load into her and felt like it was the first time in his life he had ever come.
"Oh, oh, oh," he muttered over and over as his sizzling semen seared her pussy.
It was a mutual explosion. And when it finally subsided they both relaxed completely and freely on the floor. "Oh, wow!" Jo said, panting as she tried to suck air into her exhausted lungs.
Jim had slipped off to sleep, an exhausted sleep.
Finally Jo dozed, too.
Jo woke first. She watched the muscular, large body of her brother, admiring it, while he slept. She loved the sight of his smooth, tanned body.
Wow, he really knew how to please; she shivered with the thought.
She wondered what would be the nicest way to wake him. Lisa would be wondering what had kept her husband so long, not that Jo cared, but after all, she didn't want Lisa to know too much.
Moving to her knees and scooting downward, she gingerly put his limp pecker into her mouth. She put her warm lips around it, and the thing at rest was small enough to fit into her mouth without difficulty. She let the limp sausage curl into her warm cavern, and sensed him stirring, moving slightly.
Now her own cunt was growing hot again, and she wanted his cock .to stiffen, to rear up mightily, so that Jim might shove it into her one more time before he had to return to his wife.
She bit down lightly on his meat and the prick swelled up instantly, not fully erect, but semi-erect. Yet the instant reaction let Jo know that the cock could become throbbing hard again, if she worked at it.
Jim woke out of his slumber and looked at her sleepily. Instinctively he reached out for her and pulled her to him, holding her tightly.
She moved away and licked at his cock again, and the nubbin grew to a nearly full-blown erection. Jim pulled at her again and she moved. He tugged at her shoulders, and she moved over on top of him, Jim lay fiat on the floor and she limply mounted him. Easing herself downward on his cock with a slow, deliciously soft motion, she sighed a soft sound of deep satisfaction.
She was very deliberate about what she was doing. It had to be slow and easy: she wanted it this way. It felt so good! She just eased down onto him and felt his cock rising up into her belly. As she sat down, she turned around so that her smooth back was to his face. Then she rode his cock. It was just minutes after waking him, and already she felt that she was deep in the middle of a really hot fucking, maybe not as fine and as thorough as the last one, but an equally satisfying one.
"Hit it hard, baby," he purred.
"I am," she replied. "Push up, push it up into me. You have me all aching again. Screw me, Jim. Push it all the way up. Ram it hard, do it hard, baby. Oh, come on, Jim!"
"Let me climb on top," Jim panted breathlessly. "I want to try a couple of new things with you."
Jo slowed down her humping and crawled off and lay beside her big brother.
He straddled her lithe body with his own. The erect penis stood proudly waving in front of him and Jo eyed it with intense pleasure. Her appetite for a really good screwing showed in her dazed eyes.
She seized his hard ass with her hands and pulled him down on her. Thrusting her hungry mouth up at him, so full of hot needs, she begged for a kiss.
Jim crushed his lips down on her, hard enough to nearly bruise her lips, and Jo moaned with pure delight. The pain of the kiss only kindled the heat that was building up so swiftly in her pussy.
She spread her legs around him, and he stood on his knees between her legs. Jo licked his mouth, and she put her arms around him and pulled him roughly toward her.
Jim reached between her legs and put all the fingers of his right hand into her pussy.
Jo smiled with immense pleasure at his zestful enthusiasm. She liked to hear him moan over her. Stroking his smooth muscled back with her small hands, she drew her fingernails across his ribs and down to his hard cock as he fingered her pussy.
He pulled at the lips of her cunt, and he stuck his middle finger up the precious channel.
Jo shrieked. "Oh Lord! That's it! You hit the right combination. Oh, Jim, that's nice! Mmmm, I love it. It feels so nice!" On and on she babbled out her joy at feeling the pleasure seeping through her body.
Jim moved his finger in all directions inside of her, and she whimpered at his ministrations. He felt how wet she was becoming and he knew he couldn't wait much longer to thrust his hard cock into her.
Jim gazed down at her, watching her as she panted and. rolled her hips on the floor. Her mouth was open, her lips lightly moist, just glistening in a sensual way. He thought it might have been nice to come in her mouth-such a lovely, full tender set of lips. He couldn't believe how inviting her open lips were, and he bent over and licked her mouth, nibbling lightly at her lips, fingering her pussy continuously as he did so.
Jo moaned softly in her throat, and she made a purring sound of great delight, as she felt suddenly like a princess, a queen, a queen of quim. She was surely one of the sexiest young things Jim had ever laid eyes on. It made her feel great for him to say these things to her. He was not only a great lover, but he also knew all the right things to say that excited her so thoroughly.
Jim withdrew his hand from her quivering, moist cunt, and pulled her hips up toward him.
Jo looked him full in the face and stared directly into his eyes as he prepared to insert his gigantic ramrod into her box. She wanted to see how he looked, how he expressed his pleasure at the sexual delight of entering a hot, soft, tight pussy. It was if this were the first time again that he had ever fucked her. This fantasizing made him even more desirable to her. Again she moaned softly.
"Mmmmmmmmmm." she moaned over and over. "Jim, my big brother. My big lover! You're so good to me!"
"You make me this way," he said to her, as he continued moving his cock toward her awaiting tunnel of dripping wetness.
Jo tried to keep her eyes open, but the feel of his hard cock sliding into her made .her close them, and she panted with fury as she had done previously when he fucked her. "Oh, big brother," she cooed. "That's such a lovely piece of meat you have between your legs. Give it to me, please! Please give me every inch of it. I want to feel it all the way through my body. Fuck me! Oh, sweetheart! Fuck me with that big hot thing!"
"I'm fixing to," he panted.
Jim loved her words, too. He held her ass with his hands, firmly. He felt like such a stud, being with her, fucking her here on the floor. He handed her his gratitude with his words: "Oh, little sister, you're the greatest. I want to fuck you so much you'll scream for help. You're so damned lovely and beautiful. And sexy! God, how sexy you are! You make me get hard over and over again."
"Ohhh, Jim!"
"So good, so hot, so wonderful," he droned on and on. Each inch he slid into her caused his voice to stutter and break.
Jo wiggled her arms, and she pulled him further into her hot box. He shivered with joy as he felt himself sliding all the way into her hot hole again. She was so tight! God, she was tight. He felt that she was like a beautiful handmade leather glove, a soft leather glove, a passion sheath for his masculinity.
"Good," he murmured.
"Yessssss," she hissed in echo.
And she was a tight glove, she fit him so perfectly. He made a special point of pushing hard into her, of driving his cock right into her cunt, up, up, and deep, until there was no room for even an extra drop of pussy-juice.
"Good," he crooned.
"Oh, yesssss!" Jo sighed.
He loved the interior of her. He wanted to be so deep in her. Jo whispered, "Oh, big brother. This is lovely, just too lovely. Lord, it's fine, so fine. Your cock is so big and so firm and so strong. I love having you so deep inside me. I think I can feel every part of it. "
In reply Jim merely groaned his pleasure.
Now he pushed and thrust his cock in her. He pumped and fucked her with all the strength he had in his legs and back. She, in turn, wrapped her lovely long legs around him as she shook with delight.
"Oh, my baby," he continued to murmur over and over. "You're so wonderful. I'm glad you like to make our kind of love. Oh, my sweet. You're so good to me and for me."
Jo had her eyes closed, although she breathed her reply up at him. "Oh no. No! No! It's no favor! I enjoy it all! It's so beautiful. I can barely stand the joy of this. I love the feeling your prick gives me. It's too, too fabulous! Oh, Jim, you don't know how much your loving me helps."
Jim pulled her up on his lap, and they sat with their backs vertical in the air, his cock still buried in her.
She was heavy on his lap, and he loved the feeling of this sensual girl resting on him in this fashion. She pushed her chest at him and rubbed his hairy chest with the tips of her taut nipples.
He hugged her tight, and she rose up and down on his lap, each movement building up friction on their connected sexual organs. Jo said, "Ohhhh, the feeling is incredible. I feel like your cock is about to pierce out my throat. I can feel your cock rising up at the back of my mouth, trying to get out. It feels like it's about a mile long, all the way through me, churning, throbbing. Oh, Jim. Is it mine! All of it? Can I keep it here forever?"
"As long as you want, sis," he assured her, loving the feeling.
Jo raised up and down continuously on his cock, and he churned his ass so that she was really getting the feel of it. It was making him so damned hot, if that were possible, that he didn't know how much longer he could stand it. Wow, he thought. This is fucking!
Jo loved the feel of his cock as it probed through her entire being. Her ass was pressing down on his balls, and their bellies, too, were slapping together as she moved with him. It was a warm feeling being together this way, but she found the vertical position tiring. It caused her hip muscles to cramp.
She wiggled her hips as a spasm struck her. Jim, suddenly aware of her discomfort, said, "You want to change positions, sweetheart?"
"Yeah, let me get back on top of you," she begged. "Let me ride you, brother. That would give me the greatest pleasure. I would love to be on top of you, humping, up and down, up and down." She kissed his eyes and licked his face, his nostrils, and his ears. She sharpened her tongue and drove it into his ear as she blew softly into it.
"Oh, Lord, Jo. That really turns me up. Up and away," he shrieked.
"Let me get on top and be the pilot," she teased, looking up at him.
"Okay," he obliged her by saying, "If you want to solo, then get up there. You've got a warm persuader, so anything you say goes, just as long as I get my share of what we're both after."
Jo smiled and kissed him again. Jim turned and fell over on his back, sighing with contentment. Jo grinned down at him. "Hmmmmmmm," she cooed. "This is really nice. I love the wonderful feeling. What a great sensation! Just lie there, big brother, and let me fuck you for a long time. I'll wear that giant thing of yours down to a nubbin. "
"Okay, it's all yours. Whatever you say. You be in charge. I'll let you do anything you want. It's all so good, so damned good. I don't think I can stand it. Lordy, you'll drive me out of my mind yet."
"Oh, I'll make you stand it. I know how, you know. All I have to do is to keep you hard. "
"Yeah, you're right. And you sure know how to do that."
"I try, I try!" Jo said.
Jim grinned in satisfaction.
Jo smiled down at him and stroked his hot rigid projection tenderly. "I love this lovely love-pole," she whispered passionately. "I love to look at it, but most of all I love to feel it buried inside me. You're one, you're the only, and besides, you are the first man I've ever been with. You give me total and complete satisfaction. It's as if you read my mind and know exactly what to do and when to do. Lord, Jim. You are a man!"
"Let's get it buried right now," Jim suggested, "and I'll see if I can live up to all these things you've been saying- to me. Come on, sis. Right now!"
"Right-on!" Jo said, and she straddled it and guided it into her entrance, as she lowered her body. The hot rod penetrated easily, but Jo let it slide slowly into her tight, yet gaping tunnel. She eased all the way down, until her asshole touched the bag of balls nestling under his stiff cock. She hit bottom, then raised again and humped up and down on the hard penis. Oh Lord, she said to herself, it's so hard and stiff, and so hot.
Jim felt the blood racing up and through his throbbing tool as Jo twisted her hips slightly to one side before she came down on him again.
"How's this?" she teased, as she humped up and down, each downward stroke burying his gigantic pole to the hilt inside her wet channel.
He gasped. "Oh, little sister, this is fine. God, I never dreamed it would be so nice. Ride me, little sister. Ride me! Drive me wild! "
Jo happily obliged. She continued to bounce up and down on her big lover. She loved the slapping sound. almost as nice as the sound of two bellies slapping wetly together in a duet of screwing and lovemaking harmony.
"Wowee!" Jim wailed. "You're doing it! You're doing it fine! Keep it up, sister!"
"Good, good, good," Jo joined in. Neither of the two paid any attention to what the other was saying now. They let their voices coo out in harmony with their up-and-down strokes, each blending together in a duet of love.
Jim felt his cock tingle with the finest excitement he had felt in a long time. He watched as Jo rode his cock, and he drank in each small detail of her perfect body jiggling and swaying as she moved swiftly up and down. He just lay still now and she fucked with tremendous energy. He couldn't believe how nice it was to be fucked this way by his own sister. He lay quietly now, not stirring, not saying anything. Let her do the work, he decided, and then when she gets winded he would take over and. really do her in. Maybe they could make it last much longer.
He loved looking up at her, though, and he felt surges of heat -and passion race through his chest as he stared up at her. She was moving in short, twisting strokes up and down on him and it was driving him out of his mind, driving him wild!
"Good, good, good," Jo wailed again and again, as she lost herself in the ecstasy of the moment.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhh, Lordy, Lordy!" Jim finally made a sound.
Jo held her hands out and on his shoulders. The strain of muscles on her chest made her tits fuller. They stuck out and jiggled merrily. Jim noted that her nipples were hard and erect at the ends, like small pricks. The nibs of flesh were in a hard state of arousal. He wanted to reach out and suck them, but in this position it was impossible, so he just continued to watch it was almost maddening, just watching and not being able to reach up and take one in his mouth. He knew the touch of her nipple would drive him over the peak.
He began to feel a great urge to get his rocks off. He wanted to come in her, to fill her, to have her squeeze her tender, tight pussy around his penis, milking every drop of semen from him. Now he rocked up and down on the hard floor, trying to meet her downstrokes, trying to throw another impossible inch of cock into her.
"No, Jim," she pleaded. "Not yet. Let's make it last a little bit longer. It's too good, too fucking good. Let's make it last forever, okay, big brother?"
He sighed and stretched out languidly on the floor, letting her set the rhythm and the pace of their far-out fucking match. She was such an expert, and he put all his confidence in her. She had done so much for him since he had first come into her room to seduce her. And he knew she would be doing much more in the future.
He closed his eyes and drifted along with the loveliness of her work. "Mmmmmm," he sighed. "This is really fine, so sweet. I love it, Jo. You do it so well. I just don't think I can stand it much longer. So wonderful, so wonderful," he muttered over and over incoherently. "So good, so good. Give me more. More. Fuck me sweet and tender. Oh, baby, you're really something to behold. "
"Oh, big brother," Jo said. "You're so good to me. You know how to please me."
"Yes, oh, yes," Jim agreed.
Jo wiggled her hips, and she clamped the wall of her hot, tight pussy around his throbbing cock. She felt that she would come soon, too, and she wanted to wait a while longer. If she could just time it right, he would be gushing up into her at the very moment her strong climax would come. She rode him faster, not wanting it to end, yet wanting to feel his hot cream as it exploded inside her, knowing that it would probably drive her out of her mind this time.
"Hold on, baby," Jim begged.
"I am, I am," she wailed.
Jim rolled his head on the floor, sucked in his breath, as if he was starving for oxygen, then moaned loudly, "Oh Lordy, Jo. My cock is getting so fucking hot. So hot. Jesus, Jo. It's so nice. So fucking nice. I can't stand it. I'm about to explode. I don't think I can hold it. Oh, baby, baby. Oh sweet little sister. I can't hold it."
"Do it, Jim! Do it! I'm ready too. Let me feel it, brother! Let me feel it!" She rose up and down swiftly, hammering, and she slapped her ass on his hard pubic bone, almost shattering it. She felt the first burst from his hot hammer as it exploded up into her, bringing a stifled scream up from her throat.
"Oh, oh, Lordy. Lordy!"
Jim lifted his butt up and felt his hard cock hit bottom, almost banging and making a sound as she sank to meet his upward thrust.
"Ohhhhh!" he wailed out and his balls trembled as his load of creamy come, of boiling semen, surged out of him and exploded up into her begging, waiting receptacle, spewing like an erupting volcano.
It was blasting into her, scorching her insides as it came out of him and spewed deeply into her hot, hungry love-nest. He shuddered and Jo started shrieking with pleasure as her own orgasm commenced. The pounding up and down, the shattering force of their joint climaxes lasted a few more minutes, and they went almost ... out of their minds totally as they shared their joint climax.
When it was over, Jo melted downward onto his prone, worn-out body, too weak to even roll off him. And they dozed again, Jo dreaming of giant cocks and Jim thinking of floating tits completely surrounding him, cushioning him from reality.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Later that night Jim pulled at Jo until she was awake.
"Come on, sister," he said, "we're going in and spend the rest of the night, or is it morning already, with Lisa. My wife wouldn't want me to Spend the night away from her, you know."
Jo was half-afraid, but she followed Jim-both of them still nude-into Lisa's room.
Inside the room Lisa was sound asleep on the bed, sprawled out, nude also. Jim motioned for Jo to lie down beside the prone girl, and Jo, too tired to argue, did as she was told.
She was sound asleep before she ever knew where Jim slept.
The next morning when she awoke, Jim was gone, and Lisa was leaning up on one elbow staring down at Jo's bare body.
From where she lay Jo could see the full length of Lisa's graceful, lean body.
She admired the spare curves, the shadows and hollows, the gentle roundness of Lisa's belly and the bare pubic mount emphasized by her clit. She looked breathtakingly pale in the morning light, like alabaster. Her ribs were visible under her skin and Jo reached up and stroked her fingers along the shadowy ripples.
Lisa's belly trembled and she dug her fingers into Jo's side fiercely.
"You look sexy," Lisa said.
"And so do you," Jo murmured, sleepily.
Lisa's nipples were dark, hard knots begging for some attention. Jo's mouth was watering as she stared at them. Lisa was, in turn, staring at Jo's much larger, yet equally lovely, nipples. Now Lisa lowered her head and flicked a tongue over one of Jo's full nipples, and smiled as Jo jerked in response.
Pursing her lips, Lisa kissed the nipple, then sucked on it tenderly. Opening her mouth wider, she sucked more of Jo's breast in, while bathing the nipple with her tongue. Jo's breathing quickened and became irregular, as if she were gasping for breath. At the same time, Jo's hand tightened on Lisa's full breast until it almost hurt. Then, helplessly, Jo let go and rolled over on her back to sprawl out and open on the bed.
Lisa hesitated, looking down at Jo.
"Don't stop," Jo whispered, not opening her eyes. "Please don't stop."
"I thought maybe you'd be worn out after last night with Jim?"
"No, no, no, I'm not. I need you."
Encouraged, Lisa bent her head and suckled on one of Jo's breasts, then the other. Jo tangled her fingers in Lisa's hair, and began stroking her neck and bare back. Out of the corner of her eyes, Lisa could see the black triangle of Jo's sex, could see Jo rubbing her slender, pale white thighs together as her excitement built to higher peaks. Hesitantly again, Lisa slid one hand down Jo's smooth belly toward the dark patch. Jo shook and quivered, her fingers knotting in Lisa's hair. But she made no move to stop Lisa's hand.
Like a frightened animal, Lisa's hand crept into Jo's pubic hair. Jo spread her thighs more, opening herself for Lisa's exploration. Lisa slid her fingers down and down, finding the same slit there that she herself had between her own thighs. Carefully, Lisa cupped Joe's sex-mound, feeling the hot softness of the tissues under her fingers, the curving arch of Jo's pubic bone under her palm. Lisa pressed her whole hand down on Jo's cunt, and felt Jo respond by pushing her hips upward. Jo's pussy felt hot and sticky and Lisa realized that it was the juices flowing freely and easily already.
Now Lisa had to have something at her own begging pussy. Hesitantly, she released Jo's cunt, and felt the girl's disappointment. Lisa sought one of Jo's hands, loosened it from her hair, and guided it to her own eager pussy. Jo's touch was frightened and shy, not like before, yet like it. But it also felt searingly hot. Lisa spread her thighs, pressed Jo's fingers into her swollen cunt, then clamped her thighs down to trap the little hand. Now she worked her own hand back into Jo's wet, hot crotch. This time she slid one finger between the lips, and pressed it into the girl's cunt.
Jo's moist channel felt scalding hot and sticky and slimy with juices. Lisa knew that her husband must have thrown a lot of come into the girl to make it feel this sticky. Lisa drove her long finger deeper into Jo and felt the girl's hips surge upward. At the same time, Jo slid her finger into Lisa's hole, and Lisa thought she was going to die from pleasure. Even though Jim had fingered her so many times before, this was much more exciting, even though Jo's finger was a lot smaller than Jim's. Lisa spread her thighs wide and let Jo take total possession of her watering pussy. She looked down to where her thick finger was buried in- Jo.
She studied it a moment as it probed into Jo's girlish pussy, then her gaze shifted to where Jo's finger was buried. She shuddered with pleasure.
Lisa suddenly felt wildly excited, though nowhere near an orgasm. This excitement was something else. Maybe it was the thrill of discovery. It didn't matter, really, she decided. She looked around the room and saw that she and Jo were the only living, moving objects. Jim had left for work long ago, even though Lisa had not heard him leave.
"Good, huh," Lisa said to Jo.
Jo nodded, and Lisa shifted around on the bed. Lisa was aware of Jo watching her shyly. She turned to bring her head toward Jo's crotch. Bending and leaning over, Lisa slowly lowered her face toward Jo's pussy, her eyes riveted on the curling hair and the gleaming pink tissues. An animal odor, wild animal, like that of Jim's come, assaulted Lisa's senses, attracting her even more. Her mouth watering with a wild appetite, Lisa lowered her face to Jo's bush and wedged her tongue deep into the girl's hot slit.
It tasted just as wonderful and exciting as it had before that first time. Driven by a wild desire for more, she jammed her tongue deep into Jo's cunt, shifting around to get the best possible angle of attack. Her knee bumped against something, and Lisa pulled her head back to glance up along the length of Jo's supine body. Lisa found that her knee was against the side of Jo's head. Carefully she lifted it and straddled Jo, returning her face to Jo's musky cunt as soon as she could, unwilling to sacrifice a moment of the taste and lust she was finding there.
When Jo's hands closed around her butt-cheeks, Lisa thought perhaps the girl was going to do the same thing she was doing, but she didn't right away. Instead, Jo was pulling her hips lower and lower. Lisa let her hips drop, still eating happily at Jo's juicy cunt.
Lisa mumbled happily through the tissues of Jo's hot slit.
Jo must have made a decision and the touch of her mouth against Lisa's cunt set off rockets of passion in Lisa, making her drive her own mouth down on Jo's even harder. Ramming in her tongue, deep, deep, into Jo's snatch, Lisa lowered her hips and felt the girl's chin grind against her clitoris. The explosion of pleasure almost lifted Lisa to the peak of an orgasm. She dug her chin into Jo's clit, and was rewarded with a flow of juices that almost drowned her, as Jo's hips jammed upward in response.
Head to crotch, the two woman tangled in the center of the bed. Hands gripping each other's buttocks and thighs, they drove each other crazy with their mouths.
Lisa was nearly delirious with pleasure, boiling and seething, her body betraying her with its convulsions. She was coming and coming and coming, and knew she was drowning Jo with the flood of juices pouring out of her cunt. But she couldn't pull away from Jo. Lisa was driving her own mouth into Jo's gushing pussy, and Jo's slender body was convulsing under her as climax after climax ripped through her, knotting her muscles. Jo's slender thighs clamped around Lisa's head like a vise, trapping her there until Lisa was afraid she was going to suffocate.
All at once it was over. Jo's body went from spasmodic to totally limp. Lisa's own intense orgasm was passing its peak, its plateau leaving her quivering with exhaustion. Lisa was dimly aware of Jo fighting to free her face from her lax pussy, and struggled with her last reserves of strength to help. Finally, she managed to lift her leg and tumble away. Sprawling on her back, Lisa let blackness sweep over her as she fought for breath and sanity.
"I just don't know," Jo said a few minutes later, after they had rested.
"You know, or rather just don't know what?" Lisa answered.
"Whether I can stand the joy of you and my brother."
"Just wait and see," said Lisa. "Jim will be home for lunch soon."
