Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when relating on a personal basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed to discover that we are not different, naughty or even perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
HONEYMOON WITH SIS--a shocking story, certainly, but one which may not be as unbelievable as it first appears, one which could hold many valuable lessons for a large segment of our diverse population.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Daphne! What the fuck kind of name is Daphne, for Chrissake?" Karen said, pacing the length of the narrow bathroom. "How can you even call her by her name without cracking up? Daphne Duval! It sounds like something out of a cartoon!"
"Knock it off, Karen," Tom said wearily, leaning against the sink. "And will you just get the fuck out of here now?"
"What's the matter?" She turned, fists resting on her hipbones. "Afraid to be alone with me? You're married now. Aren't you beyond temptation? Isn't that what you wanted? You didn't even invite me to the wedding. I suppose you were afraid I'd show up and make some kind of scene, right? Is that what you think of me, Tom?"
He sighed heavily. "What do you call chasing me into the bathroom? Locking us in? Throwing a tantrum, cause you think Daphne's name is funny? Aren't you ever going to grow up, Karen?"
"I have," she replied. "I thought you'd noticed, a long time ago. But in case you've forgotten, let me refresh your memory."
She slipped off her shoulder straps, and the top of her dress fell down in a fluid motion, baring her full, pink-nippled tits. The points were hard, just as Tom remembered, and the tits jiggled softly on her bosom, exactly the way he remembered. Karen was bare to the waist, holding her dress bunched about her middle.
"Oh, what the fuck?" she said, and she let it fall to the floor.
Under it she wore only her garter belt, stockings, and a pink G-string. The black of the garter belt and stockings, against her pale skin, was stunning. All of Karen was stunning, from the moussed punk of her sandy hair to the tips of her black spikes. She looked at him defiantly, aware that he was studying every line of her nearly naked body, aware that he was beginning to react, just as he always did.
Outside, the wedding reception went on as usual, while in the bathroom, the bridegroom began to get nervous. His cock started tenting his tuxedo pants.
"You should have talked to me first, at least," she said, coming toward him.
He shrank back, but he had nowhere to go. She wrapped her body around him, her head tilting back for a kiss. He looked away. She cupped his chin, pulled his face toward hers, and lifted herself to his lips. Her body pressed Tom's, and she could feel the exciting bulk of the hardening cock inside his pants. He'd never failed to get a hard-on for her, no matter how angry or disgusted he claimed to be at the time. Flash him a tit, show him her pussy, and his cock was pointing at the ceiling. It worked every time.
She wormed her tongue into his mouth. He resisted, but only until the tip of her tongue brushed his. As their saliva merged, she felt his body shiver against hers, and then his arms were around her and he pulled her up bodily, his mouth crushing hers in a hot wet kiss.
Karen put her hands inside his jacket, stroking his chest, his stomach. She pressed her bare tits against him. Surely he could feel the heat, the passion that hardened her nipples, made her tits jiggle in lustful excitement! She ground her belly on his, and she rubbed his ever-growing cock-bulge with her crotch. Jesus! His prick felt even bigger than usual! His cock felt absolutely enormous!
Or was it just her need for his cock that was so enormous?
She'd found out only at the last minute that he was to be married today. They hadn't spoken or written in almost a year. She had flown two thousand miles to be here, arriving at the church only midway through the ceremony. And now she finally had him alone. Sighing, Karen reached down to cup Tom's bulging hard-on.
"It's so big and beautiful," she said. "Does it still taste as good as ever? Does Daphne suck you the way I did? Does her pussy sob with joy when you fuck it, like mine always did? Is she as good as I am? Say something, goddamn it! I need to know!"
He didn't, perhaps couldn't, speak. Karen unzipped his pants, reached inside, found his prick. She jerked it through the fly, into the light. Jesus, his cock was so beautiful! She had no idea how many cocks had been in and out of her body over the years, but she always had this cock on her mind. Her fist shaped itself around Tom's prick, and she began to stroke up and down, feeling the massive power that surged through his fucker. She looked at his face and she knew he was hers again, if only for right now. His blushing bride was the last fucking thing on his mind, now that his cock was clutched in her familiar hand again. Karen slid down to the floor, resting on her knees, using both hands to caress and uplift the stiff lance of Tom's cock, She eased his balls out the fly, and they hung prominently below Tom's cock. Karen licked his balls, one at a time, sucking gently at them, her fingers working up and down the stiff barrel of his prick. He groaned softly as she took first one ball, then the other, into her mouth for some tender, individualized sucking. Her mouth bathed Tom's balls in wetness. She could feel them jiggling inside the sac. His cock throbbed inside the grip of her fingers, and she found herself hungering for the taste of his cock.
Releasing his balls, she began to lick her way up his prick, making for the purple prick-knob that dominated his long thick fucker.
She rose from her crouch as she angled his prick down toward her waiting mouth. Her lips closed firmly and she sucked his cock, smacking as she found herself getting more and more into the cock-sucking.
"You're a cunt, Karen," she heard him say.
She stopped sucking long enough to look up at him, her green eyes innocently wide. "That always used to be a compliment, Tom!" she said ingenuously.
Back into her mouth she fed his prick, this time letting a little more of his long cockshaft slide in. She nursed his cock, working it in and out. She could suck him all the way down to his balls, but she hated to show off all her tricks immediately. Besides, she was sure she had a few, if any, tricks that he wasn't already familiar with. They were long beyond tricks and gimmicks, and all that mattered was the fucking.
She did hope there was another bathroom in the hall, because this one would be occupied for a while. Thank God, the door was locked. It wouldn't do at all for someone to walk in and find the groom with his cock in the throat of another woman.
She worked her head down, sucking him deeply, but returning again and again to the kind of nibbling-sucking-slurping that she loved to give his swollen prick-knob. He was really hot this afternoon. Had he guessed she would be here, in spite of his efforts to keep her out of it? Or was he just stirred up for his new bride? A pretty girl, Daphne--if one liked the sweet, clingy type--but she wasn't Tom's type at all. Not unless a sexual tiger was hiding behind those watery blue eyes and that cute, empty face. Karen tried to imagine Daphne I moaning in orgasm as Tom rammed his big hard cock in and out of her pussy. She found it difficult to imagine that Daphne even had a pussy. Well, this would remind him of what he'd be missing. She hoped it made his balls ache for the next six months.
His cock was wet with saliva when she released it, when she stood up to look him squarely in the eyes. A smug grin played across Karen's strikingly beautiful face.
"Let's fuck!" she said. "Think of it as your special wedding gift from me." She gave his cock a teasing pull.
He slapped her with the flat of his hand. Her head recoiled from the blow and her eyes suddenly filled with tears.
"Goddamn you, that hurt!" she told him, rubbing her cheek where he had hit her.
He slapped the other cheek, the smack echoing inside the confines of the bathroom. Karen clutched both sides of her face, the flesh stinging hotly.
"You never know when to stop, do you?" he hissed. "I've told you I don't want to do this anymore! It's something from the past; it should stay in the past. I want to live my own life, Karen! But since you started this, we might as well finish it, hadn't we?"
She didn't know what to say. He'd never turned on her like this before. He had hit her hard, too--very hard--and that was something totally new to Karen.
Tom grabbed her shoulders and shoved her toward the floor. She dropped down, catching herself before she landed on her belly. He knelt beside her, his hand sliding roughly, almost brutally, across her nearly naked body. He seized her tits, squeezed at them viciously, his hands twisting the lush tit mounds until Karen gasped in pain.
"Too rough," she said. "Be nice!"
"Fucking bitch!" he snapped. "I'm in control now, and we play my way!"
He grabbed her G-string, pulled it cruelly. The nylon slipped into a crack of Karen's pussy. She moaned as he yanked harder on the G-string, sawing the fabric through her moist cunt gash. Her body rocked on the floor. There was constant pressure against her clit, as if he were trying to scrape it off. But there was also an eerily erotic dimension to it. She was breathing harder now, and her pussy was leaking juices.
He ripped the G-string in two and threw it across the room angrily. Karen rolled over, opening her legs. She showed him her pussy, certain that he'd be delighted with her new look.
"I shaved it," she said. "Does that remind you of anything? Like the first time we ever did it?"
She slid one leg farther out, and the prominent, hairless cuntlips winked open. She put her hand on her bare pussy mound, squeezing down, exposing herself more lewdly as she spread the cuntlips widely. The inside of her cunt was salmon pink, coated with a film of glazy moisture. Her clit was hard and visible, stimulated to erection by the cruel rub of her panties a moment ago. She was as hot and ready as she'd ever been. Her eyes drank in the sight of his stiff cock, and she reached for it. Even if he'd been a bit of a shit the last few minutes, she still wanted his cock inside her pussy.
"Lick me!" she urged. "Slide your tongue up and down my shaved pussy. Taste me, Tommy!"
He sneered contemptuously at her. Karen shrank from his cruel gaze. Then, again, she extended her hand to take hold of his cock, but he moved out of her reach. Instead of his tongue, he put his fist on her pussy, brushing her cunt with his hard knuckles. She didn't like that as well as his tongue. God, he was being such a rat-fuck! He'd never acted like this before! What was that Daphne bitch doing to him? Had she turned him into some kind of sadist? Oh, she bet Daphne got off on being knocked around and roughed up! That sort of girl was a natural for abuse. But Karen was strong and independent, and she wasn't about to take this kind of shit from Tom--least of all from Tom.
"Okay!" she said, sitting up. "If you don't want it, then fuck you!"
"No, Karen. Fuck you!" She quivered at the tone in his voice. It was so unlike him.
He thrust two fingers into her pussy, with no warning, no preparation. She gasped at the intrusion, but her cunt muscles yielded to him as he began to fuck his fingers in and out, she allowed her pussy to work with him. Her cunt walls tightened and relaxed rhythmically around his fingers, and she could feel the wetness oozing from them, coating Tom's fingers, making his penetration easier and easier. He began to fuck his fingers into her faster, as if he wanted to keep one step ahead of Karen.
"Slow down," she suggested.
He jerked his fingers out of her, held them to her nose. She sniffed delicately, smelling the aroma of her aroused pussy on his flesh.
"Clean them," he told her, sticking both fingers into her mouth.
She gagged at the sudden violation. But she began to lick and suck her pussy juices off Tom's fingers, obediently. Would Daphne be as submissive? Couldn't he see that Karen would do anything for him? Couldn't he tell?
He undid his cummerbund, loosened his suspenders, and eased his pants down. His cock was still as rigid as it had been when Karen took it into her mouth. She licked her lips, eyeing the macho upthrust of Tom's cockrod.
I still have it, she thought. He still can't resist me.
"On your knees," he said coldly. "Stick that ass up in the air."
Doggie-style, Karen thought. That had always been one of their favorites. She preferred to be facing him, so that they could kiss and touch, so that her nipples could slide ticklishly through the thick hair on his chest. But God, he could fuck her so deeply from behind, and she could almost feel that cock of his jamming up her throat from bottom to top! Sure, she'd fuck him doggie-style! Any day of the week and twice on Sunday! She assumed the position, her bare ass wiggling provocatively.
"Let's do it," she said merrily. She'd come two thousand miles for this, and she was about to get it!
She looked back over her shoulder as he moved into position behind her. "Think you can find that pussy?" she smirked. "I shaved off the hair so you'd have less chance of missing it... hey, wait a sec, Tom, what are you trying to--doooooooo!"
It wasn't her pussy he was after! He gave his cock the most perfunctory swipe, up and down the dripping gash of her pussy, just enough to let her knew he was there, and then he pointed the tip of his cock against her asshole, and he started to shove.
Sweet Jesus! She'd been fucked in the ass before, but it wasn't part of her normal sexual diet. She had to be supremely aroused before it was even possible. Jesus, she was as tight as could be back there, and it had taken Tom half a jar of Vaseline to get them both ready, the times they had tried in the past. She'd fucked smaller cocks than his with her ass, but a prick the size of Tom's needed a lot of preparation to get inside Karen's asshole.
"I wanna give you something to remember me by," he told her harshly. "You better hold still for it, Karen, 'cause you're gonna get it whether you like it or not. I'm gonna stick my cock straight up your asshole and show you just what I think of you and your cunty tricks!"
The swollen tip of Tom's prick gnawed into the constricted ring of her asshole. It could not go a centimeter deeper than it was right now, she was positive, and it had hardly spread her anal muscles at all! Agony ripped through her ass, radiating from her supertight asshole. But he kept on pushing with his big fat prick and she knew he was dead serious about fucking her ass. Oh, God, he'd kill her! He'd rip her body apart and she'd die, bleeding and ruptured, on this bathroom floor!
She gasped, her knees digging into the floor. He was holding her by the thigh with one hand, while he guided his cock with the other. Jesus, he was strong! She couldn't crawl away from him even though she tried, and that cock of his just kept on pushing!
The ass ring yielded slightly to the pressure, and she felt her eyes beginning to pop out of her skull. Tears ran down her cheeks. God, it hurt so much! Maybe if she'd been lubed, if he'd warmed her up with his kisses and his hands, the way he always used to, she'd have been more ready, but she wasn't ready now, and she couldn't take it.
"This is for you, Karen," he said cruelly, jamming another quarter-inch of his cock into her tight ass.
She bit her lip, positive she could taste blood mixed with lipstick. Her ass was on fire!
Another quarter-inch of penetration. Thank you, God, she thought--only eight and a half inches to go! She would never feel all of his prick inside her, though--she'd be dead before that happened. Her asshole was totally dry. It was almost unbearable, the friction of his flesh on hers as he forced his fucker into her ass.
Suddenly her ass muscle popped, and his prick-knob slammed into her shit hole. She made a gagging sound and her chin bumped the floor. But the hardest part was over. He'd forced her ass to open for him, and he was inside it now. All he had to do was shove, and his cock would bury itself in Karen's ass guts.
Raw pain flooded her asshole as he fucked deeper. He had only to push, to thrust, to open the rest of her anal passage. She fought him with her mind, but her body was something else. At least, she thought, I won't enjoy it! I won't give him that satisfaction! But I won't cry, either.
But her eyes filled with tears as Tom pushed harder, and more of his cock entered her violated asshole. She couldn't hold them back, and she couldn't mask the sobs of agony as he fucked deeper into her asshole. It felt as if half his cock was inside her now, and more of it was coming. Oh, God, why had he decided to play so rough? Didn't he like her anymore?
"Ohhhhhhh!" she wailed as he thrust and buried the rest of his fucker in her tight asshole.
His belly slammed against her ass and he gave a heaving groan. She knew that it had been just as hard for him to get his cock inside her as it was for her to take it. At least, she'd made him work for his sadistic pleasures. Maybe he'd gotten into ass-fucking with that blonde bitch Daphne!
Tom pulled back, two or three inches worth, and Karen's ass lining immediately snapped back into place, relieved to have the pressure of his cock removed. But he thrust, hitting the bottom of her shit chute, and her guts did a disco dance inside her body. "You wanted to be fucked in the worst day," Tom said smugly, "and this is the worst way I know of to fuck you, Karen. Jesus Christ, you are tight! Can't you loosen up a little? You're gonna break my prick off!"
"Then I'll take your prick home with me," she said. "And that cunt of yours will never get any more of it, will she?"
"Okay, if you want to be nasty, try this on for size!" And he churned his prick inside her tight, excruciatingly stretched ass.
Karen couldn't hold back her tears. They rolled down her cheeks in a salty river. She could taste them flowing into her mouth. Was this making him happy? Obviously. At the sound of her sobbing, Tom began to fuck her even harder, and there was less resistance than before from her ass lining. His cock moved more freely, though each separate stab and thrust was an individual hour of agony to Karen's body. Or was it? She held back her tears, tried to wiggle her ass for Tom. She couldn't let him win this dirty game!
"I've shit turds bigger than your cock," she said. "You only think you're getting the best of me, Tom Mason!"
He didn't answer--he just fucked. His cock slammed into her again and again, in short hard strokes, but she could feel her ass muscles loosening with each thrust of his fucker. He didn't hurt her nearly as much now, and she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of another tear.
She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and started thrusting her ass back at him. Despite the rape-like nature of his initial assault, she was growing more used to the feel of his cock inside her ass. They'd done this several times when they were kids, knowing instinctively that it was naughty and forbidden. Now, Karen could sense little difference in her body's responses. She reached underneath herself and began to stroke at her pussy lips, her pecan-hard clit. Her ass moved more erotically, swaying and bucking, and in another moment, it was Karen who was in control of the ass-fuck. She moved forward, unsheathing half or more of his prick, and then she slid herself back, to suck it up her ass once again. It still hurt like a son of a bitch when he banged at her ass, but if he wanted to play hard, she could play hard, too.
"C'mon," she taunted, fingers rolling on her throbbing clit. "I thought you were gonna fuck me up the ass, Tommy!"
He hated it when she called him Tommy. He'd never liked the nickname, even in childhood, and he fucked her savagely now, responding to the implied derision. But her pussy was dripping hotly now, and her asshole was lubing itself with shit and body juices, and she knew she could survive even this.
She didn't, but she could live with it, and especially if it was all of him she could get, that fat hard cock rammed up her asshole. Any other man, by now, she'd have gone after with nails and teeth and kicking feet. But Tom was special. Even his abuse could turn her on, hotter than any other man had stroked her fires. Her asshole still burned with the heated thrust of his ramming fucker, but it was becoming a thing of beauty to Karen. She gobbled his prick greedily up her shitter, her body shivering more and more with each fuck-thrust of his cock, each squeeze of fingers upon her swollen clit. The throbbing down there vibrated through her entire body, and she felt her head growing giddy.
I'm gonna come, she thought in amazement. I'm fucking gonna come!
"Now, yes, God, fuck me!!!" she moaned, rocking before his attack. She counter-attacked, and it seemed to take some of the starch out of his sails. With her asshole eating his big prick, he had little to do besides hang on and stay hard. And though her body dripped sweat, making handholds difficult, his prick was rigid inside her ass. She thrust her ass back and forth, swallowing his cock again and again, moaning as he fucked too deeply. But she slid back for more, all the same.
"Yesssss!" she hissed suddenly, her pussy nearly bursting into flame.
She stuffed a couple of fingers up her cunt so she could feel the rapid contractions of her orgasmic pussy. And she knew that the same kind of Shockwaves were rippling down her ass tube, massaging, sucking, stroking the buried bulk of Tom's cock.
She felt him unload, though it seemed that he was a million miles away. His cock jerked and squirted cum deep in her asshole, and the sensation intensified her own orgasm to fever pitch. She straightened up, backing herself against him, and he filled his hands with her big bare tits, his lips nuzzling, nibbling, biting at her shoulder while his cock finished its orgasmic eruption inside her asshole. She turned her head toward his, and her lips brushed his. He jerked away as if she'd slapped him, and he dragged his cock out of her now-reluctant asshole, the cum still dripping from the end of his fucker.
"Well?" she said, his cum hot and sticky inside her shit chute, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
He wiped his prick, stuffed it into his tuxedo pants, pulled them into place. Karen stood up, slid the dress down over her shoulders, tucked her tits into demure concealment. Her panties were ruined and gone, and she didn't care. His jism was just beginning to ooze from the fucked ring of her asshole, and the touch of warm moisture on her inner thigh was delightful.
Tom opened the bathroom door. Karen followed him out. A couple of men were standing in the hallway. They looked up in surprise, seeing Tom and a woman emerge together. Karen put her arm around his waist and smiled at the men.
"Hi," she said. "I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Karen Mason--Tom's sister."
One of the men smiled broadly. He shook his head. "Jesus, Tom!" He winked. "We thought maybe you'd found yourself a girl and started to cheat on Daphne even before the honeymoon. Never even knew you had a sister." He shook Karen's hand. "Giving our buddy a little pep talk, huh?"
Karen nodded. "Something like that," she agreed. "He's such a bad boy, you know. But he has been ever since he was a toddler and I had to baby-sit him. Do you know that he got married without even telling me, and I still haven't been officially introduced to my brand-new sister-in-law?"
She tightened her arm around Tom's waist.
"Well, darling, now that we've had our little talk, why don't you take me out so I can meet Daffy--Daphne, I mean?" She blinked her green eyes at him, and she smiled at his two acquaintances, and he led her down the hallway. "See?" she whispered as they re-entered the ballroom. "No one thinks it's strange if you have a private chat with your only sister. I do hope we can talk again, soon."
"You cunt," he said, just as softly. "Daphne's coming. If you tell her anything about this, I'll kill you, Karen, I swear I will...."
CHAPTER TWO
"I'm so happy your sister was able to come to the wedding after all," Daphne said. "And that I finally got to meet her. She seems very nice. I hope we'll see more of her. It must be so terrible for her to be your only close relative and living so far away."
Tom studied her face and voice closely. She wasn't teasing him. She was totally sincere. But Daphne was always sincere. He liked that best about her. She was a truly nice person, and that was what he needed in his life. Someone wholesome and sweet and loving. Someone who was too straight even to guess what he and Karen had been doing to each other all these years. Yes, he was changing his life for the better, and he was glad, too! That nasty chapter with Karen was finally over, thank God.
"I know it's early," Daphne went on, "but I feel so tired. It's been such a long day. And if we're going out to the island tomorrow, maybe we should turn in now. What do you think?" And she blushed, fully aware of the deeper connotations in her suggestion.
Tom nodded. The inside of his mouth was suddenly very dry. "I think it's a good idea," he said.
Daphne excused herself to the bathroom, with her suitcase, and Tom started to undress beside the bed, his fingers shaky as he undid his buttons and buckles. Inside his shorts, his cock was beginning to harden already, as he thought of his first night with Daphne.
She really was a nice girl. During the past six months, he'd slept with her a few times, but he'd done nothing to her sexually, aside from some hugging and kissing. She was a virgin, at twenty-one, and she intended to stay on until her wedding night. He loved her for that, even though he sometimes had to whack his cock down to manageable size, using his fist for want of anything better.
But now they were married, and she was all his. Not even the memory of that horrible encounter with Karen could put a damper on his enthusiasm. He slipped into bed in his shorts and waited for his bride to emerge from the bathroom. As he lay waiting, he put a hand on the swollen lump of his cock and squeezed it appreciatively. Daphne's purity would cleanse some of the dirt from his own soul, the dirt that Karen had brought into his life.
The lights were turned low when Daphne came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a really sexy gown of white lace and silk, the curves of her slim, shapely body showing through it. Her hair was ribboned up, and her skin seemed to glow in the soft light.
"Do you like this?" she asked, modeling the outfit for him.
He nodded eagerly. He fucking loved it!
She joined him on the bed. They sipped at the champagne room service had brought up, but he could hardly taste the sparkling wine for staring at his beautiful bride. Her pale, watery blue eyes, her ash-blonde hair, her pink skin. His eyes drifted down to the low vee of her gown's neckline, the way her smallish firm tits' inside curves were revealed in it, the gleam of her pink nipples shining through the semi-transparent material of the gown. He put down his glass, took the glass from Daphne's hand, and then took her into his arms. Her body seemed to melt against his, the vibrant heat of her flowing through the flimsy material of the gown and into his own body, which was pretty damned hot to begin with.
He laid her down upon the bed, his body partly covering hers. Her mouth was open and willing under his, and he touched the pointy, trembling tits that shivered just beneath her nightie's thin veil. He felt the hardness of her stiff nipples, and his fingers traced their outlines. Her heart hammered wildly inside her chest. He placed his hand upon her and felt the vibrations as he worked his tongue in and out of her open, wet mouth. Funny. His own mouth wasn't so dry now, either. And his cock was gigantic inside his shorts, thrusting them out in front. He twisted himself slightly and let his cock's bulge graze Daphne's thigh. She shivered in his embrace, the way a frightened virgin was supposed to. But her eyes were bright, staring into his, and he knew she was ready, almost as ready as he was.
Laces secured the front of her gown. He undid them, one at a time, his fingers trembling as he pulled the strings loose, and then he opened the vee and exposed Daphne's heaving tits. They were small, perfect for sucking, for squeezing. He covered them with his bare, hot hands, and he squeezed, while she lay moaning and shivering. He pushed the tit mounds together and brought his face to them, licking his way back and forth from one hard pink nipple to the other. They tasted of perfume and powder, but underneath it was the sweet hot flavor of Daphne's own aroused flesh. He closed his lips and sucked her tits.
She worked her fingers through his hair, her voice soft and insistent. "Yesssss...." Maybe it was the champagne, maybe it was that awful scene with Karen that afternoon, but he felt horny as a hoot owl. He looked at Daphne's sweet innocent face, and he knew why he was horny! He'd been dreaming about this moment almost since the day he'd met her. He'd spent a thousand fantasies about the way she would come to thrilling, erotic life in his hands on their wedding night, as he shared with her all the hot secret sex delights he'd learned in the past--most of them from his older sister.
He couldn't get enough of sucking her tits, and he could tell she liked it, but they'd done that much even before they were married. She'd even allowed him to touch her cunt a few times, and she'd let him masturbate her to a small, tentative orgasm. She'd never touched his cock except by accident, and it was definitely time for her to do it on purpose. Tom rose to his knees on the bed, beside Daphne, and he guided her hand to the protruding front of his shorts. She gasped as he made her hand lay down on his bulging cock shape, but she didn't let go when he stopped holding her wrist.
"It's sooooo big," she said.
"Put your hand inside," he said.
She pursed her lips a moment, then slipped her hand into his shorts. Her small thin fingers were afire as they grasped the stiff rod of his cock. She made an ooohhing sound as she took hold. Her fingers tightened on his prick. Tom eased his shorts down, and she could suddenly see exactly what she held.
His nine-incher was at full mast. He didn't think his prick had ever been this hard, this hot, for any woman other than Karen, in the past, and that was a hell of a good sign. Freed of the constriction of his shorts, his cock stuck straight out, and Daphne's hand was able to move in long strokes on his cock's bone-like rigidity. She held him so tightly he thought he might come in her fist if she didn't let go, but he didn't care. Getting a fresh hard-on for Daphne would be no fucking problem at all!
"Let's get you out of this lovely gown," he said. "If we don't take it off, I'm afraid I'll just rip it off your body, I want you so much!"
"We don't want to ruin it, do we?" Daphne said nervously, sitting up.
She raised her ass, and he pulled the gown up over her head. Under it, she was bare, except for her panties. They were white silk, trimmed in pink lace, and they were so thin he could see the shadow of her dark-blonde pussy hair through them. She had a small triangle, thick for a natural blonde, but not thick enough to conceal totally the pink gash of her pussy and its soft, slightly prominent labes. He'd seen her pussy, but this was the first time he'd seen it knowing that he could also fuck it. His mouth dried up again, but as he slid the panties down his new bride's sweet slim thighs, as the vee of her dark-gold cunt bush came into view, his drool began to flow. He'd wanted to eat that sweet pussy from the first time he'd seen it, and tonight he was going to do just that.
He kissed his way from her toes up to her pussy, taking his time. Anticipation grew rapidly inside him, but he forced himself to take it slowly. He sucked her toes, until she couldn't keep from giggling, and he moved up her calves, visiting the space behind her knees on the way, working onto the thighs, skipping from one to the other, back and forth, his eyes constantly gazing ahead at the gleaming pink slice of the cunt that waited for him at the juncture of Daphne's thighs.
"Oh, Tom," he heard his new bride sigh.
He let his lips race up the inside of her leg, the smell of her fresh pink pussy drawing him on at a breakneck pace. He fucking had to get his mouth on that sweet warm untouched cunt of hers!
He licked around the edges of her pussy bush first, tantalizing himself as well as Daphne. His cock was so hard it seemed to be cutting a furrow in the mattress as he lay between his virgin wife's legs, nuzzling and sniffing and lapping his way onto her waiting pussy. He pushed his face into the soft, damp mat of gold fur and kissed the flesh beneath the cunt hair. She was warm, and he could smell the musky aroma of her cunt.
Gently, he pushed back the hair-fluffed cunt labes, remembering as he did the way Karen's cunt had looked today, shaved bare, her reddish pussy flaps and pink interior plainly visible as she pointed her pussy at him in offering. He leaned in and kissed the exposed cunt flesh. She was moist and juicy, and her skin was hot as could be. His lips pressed, didn't want to let go. He moved his mouth through her open cuntal trench, brushing her, breathing soft steamy puffs across her pussy flesh. Her clit was a tiny pearl. He jiggled it with his finger, until the tip peeked out, and then he put his mouth on it, nuzzling and sucking until he could feel the button hard against his lips. He stuck out his tongue and swathed her clit in his saliva, polishing the tiny knob until it glistened. He could hear her gasping, and she had both hands on his head, caressing, guiding, urging.
His tongue dipped into the cunt he held open. Her pussy was hot. The tight pink hole seemed to bite back at his tongue. Delighted, he thrust again, feeling moisture ooze through the opening to meet his plunging tongue.
"Oh, Tom!" Daphne murmured.
He could sense the heat rising from his bride's aroused cunt, and he wanted to smother himself in it. He sucked at her cunt gash, fucking his tongue in and out, lifting it to flick her clit erotically, then plunging up her fuck-hole again. He could feel the rippling response of Daphne's pussy, and he stabbed it with his finger repeatedly, thinking forward to the moment when it would be his cock plunging up that sweet tight cunt hole.
She was responding, but it seemed curiously mild, even slow, to Tom. Sweat was rolling from his armpits, from his balls. His stiff cock thumped heatedly at the mattress. His balls ached with the heaviness of the cum-load building up inside them. Karen would have been into her second or third orgasm by this time, he was aware, and Daphne was still whimpering shyly, delicately. He could feel her pussy all warm and juicy, but her brain didn't seem to know that her cunt was turned on.
Well, it was her first time, and she was probably still a little scared. He would help her.
Cupping her pussy protectively, he slid up to lie beside her. He put her hand back on his cock, got her into the rhythm of stroking him. He kissed her, fondled her tits with his free hand, licked her tits and shoulders and neck before rising to kiss her some more. His cock throbbed inside her hand. He wished to God she would lower her head and take his cock into her mouth, if only for a moment or two. He longed to feel the frisky wetness of her tongue on his prick, the suctioning pressure of her cheeks, the flow of her saliva across his hard cock meat. But he thought it might be too early to ask his virgin wife for a blow-job.
"I want to fuck you so bad," he said sincerely, between kisses.
"Okay," she said hesitantly, squirming a little against his body. "I think I'm ready, darling...." He didn't need to hear anymore. He'd be gentle, of course. She was so slim and fragile and delicately beautiful. He couldn't climb aboard and ram his cock into her sucking cunt the way he could with Karen. He didn't think Karen had even been a virgin. Her pussy had been opened up long before she first coaxed him to stick his cock inside her. Of course, by this time Karen would have been on top of him, stuffing his prick up her cunt with both hands and swallowing it to the balls with one gulp of her hot wet pussy. There was nothing shy or fragile about his older sister.
He backed Daphne against him, one of her legs slinking back over his thigh, and he moved his cock into the spread of her crotch. She closed her eyes and shivered as he first touched her pussylips with his swollen prick-knob. Even as he touched her there, a bubble of jism escaped from his cock tip.
"Help me," he asked his young wife. "Take hold of my cock. Caress yourself with it. Get to know it. Yes! Oh, God, Daph, that feels so good! Rub your pussy with my prick. Doesn't it feel good, baby? Here, let me open you a little. Mmmmmm, keep on stroking. Yes, I can feel your juices oozing out. They're so warm and wet. You're gonna love it when I stick my cock in you, Daphne. We'll never want it to come back out, either of us...." He held her cuntlips apart, and she pressed the tip of his cock to her tiny pink fuck-hole.
"It feels so big," she said. "I'm afraid!"
"It won't hurt," he said, hoping it wasn't a lie.
He'd never fucked a virgin before. Until meeting Daphne, he hadn't even known there were any virgins left. Thanks to Karen, he was much more used to sluts. But all of that was changed, now.
"I need to fuck you," he said hoarsely.
The tip of his cock eased into her splayed fuck-hole. He saw her face contort in shock at the intrusion. She was so fucking tight! Her cunt had eaten his prick-knob down to the flaring ridge, but she seemed to have frozen shut on him. He wondered if he'd ever get any more of his cock into her cunt. God, they hadn't made a pussy that couldn't be fucked, though, had they? He pressed and strained, feeling his young wife's pussy firm up in resistance.
"Relax, hon," he told her. "I'm not trying to hurt you--I just wanna fuck you!"
"It hurts," she said softly. "It's so big, and it really hurts...."
"Only for a moment or two."
He cupped her tits and began to nibble at her shoulder as he pressed from behind her. He kept looking at her face. Her lips moved tensely and her eyes were shut as tight as her cunt. She was nothing like his sister, for goddamn sure!
She let go of his cock, and it almost slipped out of her pussy. He couldn't lose the beachhead he had secured, so he grabbed hold of his cock and held it in place. His grip was firmer than Daphne's, and he managed to get the entire cock-knob inside her reluctant pussy. She'd seemed so hot and wet while he was licking her, but her pussy felt as if it had gone bone dry in the minute or two since his tongue had last lapped her cunt gash. The tightness of her cuntal sheath on his swollen cock-knob was almost agonizing. His prick twitched and throbbed; he thought he might gush suddenly, blasting his jism before he'd even managed to get really inside his new bride.
The urge to blow his cum-load was becoming irresistible. God, he had to get his prick inside her!
"Don't fight me, Daphne," he said. "Help me!"
"I don't think I want to do it right now--I don't think I'm ready!"
"The hell you're not," he said. He pushed into her reluctant cunt, and he could feel his cock gaining some ground, but she had her mouth open now and he knew she was going to scream.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. His cock shoved a little harder, and her cuntal muscles yielded slightly, bringing him to his bride's cherry. Her entire body was pale, as if all her blood had drained out, and her mouth was still in the process of opening for that scream he knew was inevitable. The only image in his mind was Karen, this afternoon at the reception hall--his sister on her knees while he force-fucked his rigid cock into her tight, unprepared asshole. And now he was doing almost the same thing to the woman he loved more than life itself! But she'd aroused him so much, and he goddamn well had to fuck her, right now!
He put his hand over her mouth and he thrust with his cock.
She bit down hard on his fingers, and he felt like screaming, himself. But part of that urge to bay at the moon came from the sensation of his cock puncturing her cherry and stabbing into her virginal pussy for the very first time. Wetness bathed his cock. He didn't have to look to know it was Daphne's cherry blood. The idea made him even hornier than he was already. Her teeth gnawed at his hand, and moaning cries of pain came from her mouth, muffled by the pressure of his hand. But he just kept fucking into her pussy, aroused almost beyond belief.
He hit bottom, and his prick was sopping wet inside her cunt. He felt like a piece of shit for popping her cherry so brutally, but the tight pressure of Daphne's pussy around his swollen fucker was so incredible he couldn't wallow for long in his guilt. His hand slid off her mouth. She was beyond screaming now. He began to fuck in short strokes, working his cock deep in Daphne's pussy. The need to spill his jism was uncontrollable. He fucked her hard, ramming, forcibly spreading the reluctant glove of her cunt to make room for his fucking cock.
He pulled out of her, enough to see that blood smeared his cocklance. She was crying. At least, she didn't see the red spots. His hormones were on overtime. He rubbed his chest against her back and shoulders. He kissed her neck, her ears, her shoulder blades. He turned her face around to his and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She whimpered, and he tasted her salty tears.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I couldn't stop myself." And he couldn't stop the frantic fucking of his cock in her freshly-busted cunt, either.
"God, it feels so weird," she sobbed.
He rubbed her nipples with his hand. The points were rigid, dripping with sweat. He tried to roll them in his fingers but he couldn't even hang on. His cock was moving more freely in her pussy, though she was still almost excruciatingly tight. The cuntal sheath choked his cock, emphasizing the fattened hugeness his cock-knob had reached by now. He was about to burst. He couldn't hold it back! He laid his chin on Daphne's shoulder, filled his hands with her small, firm-fleshed tits, and he pumped his jism into her pussy, gushing at the mouth of her womb as his cock continued to stab in those hot, short fuck-strokes.
He came out of her slowly, wiping his cock on his shorts before she could see the mess that coated it. But a mixture of blood and cum came oozing slowly out of her pussy, and she couldn't miss that. She touched her wet pussy, looked at the pinkish fluid that clung to her fingers, and she went running to the bathroom. She was in there a long time, while Tom lay on the bed, rubbing his cock, wishing the goddamn thing would fucking get soft! His cock was as hard as it had been inside her, and his body burned with the desire to feel his prick penetrate her soft wet pussy one more time tonight.
You're an animal, he told himself. Karen has done this to you. He truly hated his sister, and he almost hated himself for what Karen had made of him. He'd raped his sweet virgin bride, the same way he'd raped his cunty sister.
Daphne came out, finally, with a towel around herself. She crawled back into bed and snuggled next to Tom, the towel falling away.
"I'm sorry it was so bad for you," she said. "I just froze up. Oh, Tom, I was looking forward to it as much as you! But I promise it'll be better next time. When we get to the island and we're all alone, we'll do everything!"
She looked up, pale blue eyes shining brightly, and he knew it was better that he didn't try to fuck her again tonight. At the island, yes. God, how could he not love a woman like this? Even after all he'd done to her, she was thinking only about his pleasure. He held her tightly, feeling the smooth soft warmth of her naked body against his, anticipating the next time his cock fucked into that hot tight pussy of Daphne's. He'd teach her to love his cock. He'd make her as sweet and juicy a fuck as his sister.
CHAPTER THREE
I fucking don't believe I'm doing this, Karen Mason thought. But she had never believed her brother could get serious about such a milkwater nothing as Daphne Duval--Daphne Mason, now, goddamn it!--so maybe it was Karen's season for surprises.
The mouth sucking at her nipples was a hot and horny one, she had to admit. The tongue that slurped her tits bathed them in hot bubbly saliva, and she'd never been able to resist a good tit-sucking. She was getting a good one now. Looking down at the unoccupied tit, she even had to admit that the sight of lipstick ringing her pink nipple was, in its own way, an erotic turn-on. She licked her finger and rubbed the lipstick ring with it, smoothing the bright red pigment into her tit flesh.
"I love your pussy," Mindy whispered, looking up from the tit she'd been sucking.
She had a hand on Karen's newly shaved cunt, playing with the puffy, protruding cuntlips, her fingers parting the gash and slipping inside to test the heat and the juiciness. She found plenty of both. Karen shivered as her pussy convulsed slightly and oozed another trickle of fluid onto Mindy's probing finger.
She hadn't been enthusiastic about the idea, but Daphne had arranged all of this. Daphne! Christ! Could it have been a set-up! Had that ash-blonde airhead known that she was sending her sister-in-law into the arms of a fucking dyke? How could she not have known?
"Do you play this sort of game with my new sister-in-law?" Karen asked. "Is this Daffy's-- Daphne's--scene?" Mindy's eyes went wide. "Oh, God, no!" she gasped. "You've gotta be kidding!" She smiled, laid her head on Karen's spacious tits. "I don't think she even knows that women do this sort of thing. She's a virgin, and as innocent as they make them. This is just something I do. And as soon as I met you, I could tell that you were--liberated. You're very sexy, for an older woman, and I was just like super-attracted to you from the moment we met. Did you see me watching you all through the reception? I was fantasizing about how it would be to lick your pussy. Do you always go without panties? Do you use anything special to keep your cunt from smelling too funky?"
Karen shook her head. Another fucking airhead! Older woman, indeed! She was twenty-eight, but she supposed that was ancient to a nineteen-year-old bimbo like Mindy. Would Mindy's gray eyes pop out of her head if Karen told her that she'd had panties on, until Daphne's new husband had ripped them off her body and then shoved his cock up her asshole?
Daphne had fixed this up, at the reception. Karen couldn't get a plane back to Denver until tomorrow morning, and both Daphne and Mindy had insisted that she forget about going to a hotel, that she just spend the night at Mindy's apartment. The tall brunette, who had been one of Daphne's bridesmaids, seemed delighted to have some company. Karen had supposed it would be tolerable, though obviously a totally boring experience. She hadn't been prepared for the leggy bitch coming on to her as soon as the apartment door closed behind them.
Normally, she didn't do this shit. She'd tried it a time or two in college and found it quite unsatisfactory. She lived, instead, for her weekend treks to the old-home place, when she could get her brother's cock shooting cum up her hungry pussy, just the way it should have been.
She had wanted to tell Mindy to fuck off, but Mindy was too stupid to take a hint. She was aggressive, in the way of young girls, and an odd sensation had come into Karen's body as the girl continued to make her little tentative touches and passes. Tom had hurt her a lot with his cruelty, and it was nice to know that someone still found her desirable, even if it was another woman. Maybe she'd let Mindy have a few thrills, then let her down gently. If things got too bad, she could always grab her shoes and head for a hotel.
But the more Mindy did to her, the more at ease Karen began to feel it. The girl did have a sure hand on a warm pussy. She sawed her fingers through Karen's hairless cunt, rubbing the clit in ways that Karen had thought were her own private masturbation techniques, and they felt even more provocative coming from a stranger's hand. She certainly wasn't going to do anything to Mindy--let the bitch get her kicks by worshipping at Karen's pussy, then diddle herself, if she needed to get off--but she supposed it couldn't hurt all that much to have a little fun. She had little else to show for her impromptu and fruitless journey to save her brother's cock!
Mindy had a cute body, admittedly. The girl stood up, pirouetting, showing herself off for Karen. She was tall, almost five-ten in bare feet, with a lean build, except for the oversize tits that bounced on her chest. She had lots and lots of freckles. Her legs were long and very shapely; her waist was trim, and she had a thick fluffy patch of fur on her pussy.
Standing before Karen, she cupped her cunt and squeezed it appreciatively.
"I just knew you'd go for this," she said. "It was something in your eyes. And I think garters and black stockings are a total turn-on."
Her eyes were glittering as she took in the only garments that still adorned Karen's body.
I must be absolutely fucking nuts, Karen thought, patting the bed. Mindy tiptoed toward her, high heels clicking. She kicked off the shoe and sat down on the bed, putting her arm around Karen. She had three inches' height advantage, and she bore Karen backward, covering the older woman's mouth with her own. She was some kisser, Karen admitted, feeling the tongue slide into her mouth. Mindy's lips were wet and juicy, and they smacked hard as they kissed Karen's mouth.
"Suck my tits," Mindy invited, cupping Karen's chin, aiming her face down at the brown-nippled tits that wobbled and bobbed. It wasn't in the plan, but Karen didn't have time to say so. Mindy pulled her head downward and fed a nipple into Karen's mouth. Karen shrugged and began to suck--reluctantly at first, but with an interest that seemed to grow remarkably as the taste of Mindy's smooth young tit flesh filled her mouth.
"Do you think Tom and Daphne could be fucking right now?" Mindy asked excitedly. "Or maybe they've already done it, mmm? Is your brother a man or a mouse? Oh, I wish I'd been able to get into her pants. She's so nice and sweet, I just know she'd be dynamite in bed. But soooo straight. Mmmm, Karen, you're not straight at all, are you? Are you bi or lez?"
Karen's mouth was too full of hot squishy tit for an answer, but she resented the question. She was neither. She was just trying to have a little fun to make this trip less a waste than it had been. The tip of Mindy's nipple throbbed against her tongue, and she lapped it hard, sloshing her drool all over the puffy bud, then she closed her lips around it, sucking and pulling really hard, stretching the rubbery nipple.
Mindy's hand was in Karen's lap again, playing with the shaved pussylips. She seemed to be fascinated by them. She spread her cuntlips, fingered them, stuck her finger into Karen's fuck-hole. Mindy's finger seemed to have no trouble shooting inside. It jabbed deeply and Karen's body jerked. She switched to the other tit without being asked, hardly realizing that she was doing it. Mindy's finger fucked deeper, wiggling round and round. Karen could feel a heat growing inside her cunt.
It might not be so bad, she told herself.
She had to come up for air. "Where are the happy couple honeymooning?" she asked idly. "Tom never got around to telling me."
"Oh, Daph's folks have a place on an island in Chesapeake Bay," Mindy sighed. "I guess that's where they're going. I wish I had you on an island. We could play Blue Lagoon. I'd have to be Brooke, 'cause I have the long hair. But my tits are a lot bigger and better, don't you think?"
Calling this bitch an airhead was flattery, Karen thought, but the younger generation had gone completely to hell anyway. What did it matter? There was, after all, something appealing about Mindy's total brainlessness, and particularly about the provocative heat that radiated from her slender big-titted body as it rolled about on the bed next to Karen's.
"Lemme suck your pussy," Mindy was saying. "Wanna get my tongue up that sweet wet snatch! Mmmm, I fuckin' love to eat pussy!"
Karen lay back, wiping the drool off her mouth, her lips still puckered as if they had a throbbing nipple stuffed between them. Mindy switched around, her ass stuck up in the air as she started to go down on Karen's hairless pussy. A big puff of cunt hair stuck out from between Mindy's legs, and from this angle Karen had a clear shot at the deep-cleft slash bisecting Mindy's pussy ridge. As the brunette's frisky tongue began to lap at Karen's fuzzless cunt labes, Karen reached up and took another handful of Mindy's cunt.
The dimwitted young dyke began to whimper as Karen's fingers fucked in and out of her wet pussy, and Karen had to admit that it was a real snapper she was finger-fucking. She knew guys who would kill for a cunt as lively as this one, and here was Mindy, giving it exclusively to other girls. Just like her own situation. She'd gladly commit murder to get her brother back, but he'd already shown her that he'd rather fuck her shit-hole than her pussy. Who said life was sweet or fair?
Mindy was goddamned good! She might have the intelligence of a somewhat backward flea, but this was obviously not the first pussy she'd ever eaten. She knew most of the tricks Karen was already aware of, and a few that were brand-new even to Karen Mason!
"Jesus," Karen sighed, "that feels incredible! Keep on! Lick me again, right there! Mmm, you dirty bitch!"
Mindy just giggled and kept on sucking. Karen worked three fingers into the young dyke's tight cunt. It was a tight pussy, she realized, fucking in and out, and she wondered if Mindy had ever had a cock up her cunt. Probably so, but not many of them, for sure. She had the snug pussy of a virgin. Karen wondered if dipshit Daphne's maiden pussy felt as tight and exciting around Tom's cock as Mindy's pussy did around her own fingers. Diddling this pussy called for some effort, but she could feel the hot response of the interior cunt muscles, and it was worth the strain. Juices flowed down her hand as she worked it against Mindy's cunt slice, her fingers fucking deep inside, reaming the interior of the girl's excited pussy.
Her own pussy was pretty excited, too. Mindy's agile tongue slicked all over Karen's shaved cuntal mound, licking places Karen had hardly thought of as erogenous zones and making the flesh crawl in response as she did it. Mindy really was a dirty bitch! She had a taste for girl-cum, and she thrust her tongue again and again into Karen's hot cunt. Karen moaned and sighed at each flick of the tongue, and she wanted to fucking die when Mindy got to her hot, upstanding clit! Mindy licked the pink button all over, her tongue feeling as raspy as sandpaper, grinding the protective outer coating of flesh and reducing the throbbing organ to raw pulsating meat. She drew the clit into her mouth and sucked at it, warm full lips massaging even more vibrant life into Karen's quivering clit button.
Pussy ooze was dripping from Karen's cunt hole, and Mindy rubbed her fingers in the stuff, smearing it onto Karen's clit and sucking it away. Her tongue galloped up and down the long slash of Karen's pussy slice, tickling the cuntlips unmercifully, spearing into the fuck-hole for plunges that got deeper each time, God, could she tongue-fuck deeply! And her tongue rotated round and round inside Karen's cunt, reaming it the same way Karen's fingers were reaming the insides of Mindy's pussy. Karen knew she was getting a hell of a lot more, erotically, than she was giving out, and passion burned like a fire inside her.
"You slut," Karen giggled, "you're gonna make me come...."
"That's the game plan," Mindy replied between slurps.
Karen's fingers shivered as they continued to fuck in and out of Mindy's twitching pussy. The smell of cunt hung in the air, so near her face. She moaned and responded to Mindy's totally professional pussy-gobbling, but as she felt the other girl's cunt sucking at her fingers, she couldn't help wondering how it would feel sucking on her tongue. Damn it, she had to get her face into Mindy's pussy!
"Get your cunt on my face, you nasty bitch," she growled. "I think I want to try some of this pussy-eating shit!"
Mindy just hopped over, and Karen had already lifted her face so she could get an early lick at the brunette's thick-furred cunt as it came down to meet her. She put her hands on Mindy's swollen cunt mound and she spread it wide open, pushing hair out of the way. The red cunt flesh that greeted her eyes was glazed with leaked-out juices, and it smelled so hot and inviting she couldn't wait.
She thrust her face up onto the slick pink pussy gash she had laid bare, and she just stuck her nose and mouth into the opening, burrowing wildly. She really didn't know what to do, but she reasoned that anything which felt good to her pussy would probably feel just as good Mindy's, so she let her instincts take charge.
Mindy's clit was not as big as her own, but there was no way she could have missed it. Her clit was already standing up in salute, and Karen brushed it with her tongue, feeling it shiver responsively. Mindy purred into Karen's pussy as she continued to eat it, and Karen knew she was doing just fine so far. She worked her tongue up and down the wet pink cunt slot, tracing the outline of pussy flanges, covering every inch of the lust-glazed flesh with a fresh coating of her own hot drool.
She knew there was nothing wrong with eating pussy. No one had ever turned down the chance to munch on her own fragrant cunt. She'd just never thought that she, herself, could find the act of licking a cunt as enjoyable as she found it now, thrusting her hot tongue again and again into Mindy's fuck-hole. It had been sopping wet as she fucked it with her fingers, and her face squished now in the girl's dripping swampy pussy.
Her own pussy was doing just fine, too. Mindy was finger-fucking it now, while she used her mouth warmly and aggressively on the button of Karen's clit. Hot flashes shot through Karen's body. Mindy's tongue lapped downward, entering the pussy alongside the fingers that were already fucking Karen's fiery cunt hole. It felt so good Karen almost forgot to keep returning the favor.
But it was hard to forget for long, with the pungent tuna smell of that ripe cunt wafting into her nostrils, and she lifted her head, eating back into Mindy. The pain she'd felt this afternoon, when that bastard Tom threw her and ass-fucked her, had almost faded into oblivion, though it nagged somewhere deep in Karen's mind. He'd pay for it someday. Someday he'd come crawling back to her, the way he always did, and she'd just look up from the pussy she happened to be sucking at the time, and she'd tell him to stick it up his own ass, that she'd found something better.
A delicious fantasy, but only a fantasy. Even with an orgasm bubbling in her pussy and Mindy's hot tongue flicking it closer and closer to reality, she still had her brother's cock on her mind, and she would eat his shit or get him back. There had to be a way!
Mindy's wild tongue kept on roving. She leaned farther down and, as she continued finger-fucking Karen's pussy, she let her tongue slip down into the crack of Karen's ass. Somehow she got the clenched asscheeks far enough apart, and she licked straight toward Karen's asshole. Her tongue flipped the spot Tom had so brutally fucked, and it felt fantastic. Karen moaned, and she closed her lips, sucking hard on Mindy's throbbing clit.
Mindy seemed to have a slight anal fixation. Once she got there, she acted as if she didn't want to leave. She already had three fingers up Karen's pussy. She licked at the woman's asshole till it quivered, and she let the tip of her tongue play in through the not-so-reluctant ass ring. Her warm drool flowed onto the hot little hole and she rubbed it in with her tongue and a fingertip. In another moment she had replaced the licking tongue with a finger's digging, insistent point. Karen's shitter was dripping wet from Mindy's saliva, and the finger only had to wiggle a little in order to fuck right into Karen's ass.
That savage ass-fucking from Tom had left her a little slack back there; it might take her asshole a few days to tighten up again. Mindy's finger entered, and thrust hotly, but it wasn't nearly as big or as intrusive or as painful as Tom's huge cock had been. Karen just moaned at the penetration and she let her ass muscles clench erotically at Mindy's probing finger.
"Oh, fuck me from both ends," she gasped. "I think I love it!"
And she stuck her own fingers back into Mindy's pussy, to emphasize her gratitude. They stabbed deeply, and Mindy's cunt came alive around them. Mindy was obviously close to a come, herself. The girl seemed to have a hair-trigger pussy, and it was a real delight to feel her excitement throbbing, to smell the heated arousal of her turned-on cunt.
Mindy's mouth came back up. She thrust all her fingers, as deeply as they'd go, and she glued her lips to Karen's clit. Oh, holy fuck, it was too great to resist! Karen screamed and let her come explode all over Mindy's hands and face. The giggling brunette lesbian ate and fucked greedily, working Karen like a pro until the come-fever had subsided and a quivering Karen lay panting beneath Mindy on the bed.
"My turn now," Mindy smirked. "Come on, let's rub our pussies together and I'll kiss you and feel you all over, and then I'll burn your cunt with my scorching cum!"
Why the hell not? Karen asked herself, allowing Mindy to position her.
They got their pussies into contact, and Mindy began to hump and grind herself against Karen's cunt. It was a lot like fucking--real fucking--except that there was no stiff cock connecting their hot bodies. She wasn't sure they needed one! Her cunt squished against Mindy's, the wet flesh merging and rubbing with fantastic sensation, and she wanted to scream again, feeling the tickle of Mindy's fluffy pussy bush against her own shaved cunt.
"Wanted to ask you," Mindy panted, rocking hard against Karen, her hands full of Karen's lush tits, "does your pussy itch a lot when the hair's growing back?"
"Who the fuck knows?" Karen giggled. "I just shaved it this morning! But it itches like hell right now, and I need that hairy cunt of yours to scratch it for me!"
Their mouths met. She'd kissed women before, but never quite like this. Mindy, for all her slim feminine looks, had a trace of macho in her character. She kissed hard, fucking with her tongue, sucking Karen's tongue possessively. Her fingers were as eager as any man's that had ever fondled the round globes of Karen's tits, pinched hard at the swollen, horny nipples. She fucked like a man, too, swinging her pussy wildly, making it squish and slide all over Karen's cunt. Mindy had fingered and eaten a juicy come out of Karen, and the older woman grew more and more certain that she was about to hump another orgasm from her hot pussy.
She sucked at Mindy's tongue as it rammed into her mouth. She filled her sweaty palms with the younger woman's fat, jiggling tits. And that constant pressure of pussy bumping pussy, pussy rubbing hotly, erotically, with total lust, at pussy! Karen's clit felt as big as a coconut but there was fucking sure no hard shell around her flesh! She could feel, to the maximum, every single rub and caress of pussy on pussy, and her head swam with newfound delight. If she hadn't been so hung up on that ratfuck brother of hers, she could have easily contemplated spending the rest of her life doing exactly what she and Mindy were doing right now. She could easily turn into a pussy fiend!
But still, she couldn't feel that hot stabbing penetration, the way her pussy stretched and made room for the eager lunges of her brother's aroused cock. She closed her eyes, kissing Mindy, and she could almost imagine that it was Tom's fat prick in her mouth. The memory of his gushing cum was a tantalizing spur in her mind. Oh, God, she'd been fucking him too long to stop now! Even if he said he didn't want her anymore! She'd get him back, somehow...
Mindy vibrated into orgasm while she and Karen embraced hotly, frigging their excited pussies together. Karen felt the shudders overtake Mindy's body, and she hugged the skinny, big-titted young dyke closer. The heat of Mindy's aroused body flowed into Karen, and she could share that sweet hot come almost telepathically.
"Baby, baby, baby," Mindy was moaning as she rocked in orgasm, and Karen was echoing the words, stroking her new friend all over, merging her pussy flesh with Mindy's again and again.
She bore Mindy back onto the bed, mounting the young girl as she trembled in delight, and she pressed her hot pussy down against Mindy's heaving cunt. Mindy's legs enfolded Karen's body, and she thrust hard, fucking her cunt against Mindy's, soaking up the tremors, the vibrations, the excitement, breathing harder and faster and more throatily.
"Aaaggghhh!" Karen squealed as another explosion raced through her pussy.
She pressed closer against Mindy, and the juices seemed to almost squirt from her hot cunt. She could feel Mindy's wet cunt hairs stroking her, some of them slipping inside the raw lips of her cunt, and she moaned gutturally, the bed heaving under the women as frantically as their bodies atop it.
A few minutes later, as they lay embracing beneath the cool sheets, Mindy giggled.
"I knew you'd be hot. My instincts are never wrong. Mmmm, do you have to go back to Denver tomorrow? Can't you get a few days off from your job and just stay here with me for a while? I'd love to get to know you better, and there's a lot more things we haven't done. I haven't introduced you to my collection of dildos, yet." She winked. "I've got one that is thiiiiiis big, and when I strap it on and fuck you with it, you'll never want to go near a man again. Ooohhh, Karen, it's that good!"
Coincidentally, the dimensions she described in the air, with her hands, were about the same size as Tom's cock.
I don't need to be fucked by a strap-on piece of plastic, Karen thought, suddenly disgusted with herself and the brainless bimbo she was in bed with. I need the real thing!
She looked at Mindy, the filmy sheen of sweat that coated the girl's body, the flush that still covered her face and tits, and she wondered how she could ever have allowed herself to get sidetracked like this. Goddamn it, she should be doing something--trying to save her brother from that airheaded Daphne, trying to prove to him that she, his sister Karen, was all he needed, all he would ever need!
Mindy cuddled closer and closed her eyes. In a few moments she was fast asleep, purring like a contented baby. Karen lay beside her, wide awake in the darkness. Tom and Daffy were going down to an island in Chesapeake Bay, she thought, to spend their honeymoon. How hard could it be to find out exactly where that island was? How long would it take her to get there? And what would she do when she arrived?
She could get a few days off from work, with no trouble. But she had no intention of using her sick leave in order to explore the mysteries of some young ding-dong's hot pussy. No fucking way! Gingerly, so as not to awaken Mindy, Karen slipped out of the bed. She had to find her clothes, her shoes, her credit cards--and she had to get her ass down to Chesapeake Bay as soon as was humanly possible!
I'm not out of the game yet, she thought. She could still get him back. And some day he'd thank her for it.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Oh, Tom, darling!" Daphne sighed, lying back on the blanket in the afternoon sun's bright glow.
He could sense that it was indeed so much better, now that they were here on the island, totally alone, totally free. She'd still been too inhibited, too afraid, last night in the Elkton hotel room. He should have waited. But God, how could he wait any longer? And how could he wait now? He burned for her body. But this time it would be better, not like the disaster last night. He still had to cringe when he thought of the brutal way he'd finally rammed his cock into his sweet virgin bride, of the way her cherry blood had run down the shaft of his prick.
She was wearing a new bikini. It looked incredibly sexy on her. She had the ultimate bikini body, he told himself.
He thought of the bikinis Karen used to wear--little G-string panties that bared all of her ass except the hole, that exposed so much of her crotch she had to shave off most of her pussy hair. And the tiny patches covering her pink nipples--straps that cut into the smooth tanned flesh of her body and emphasized all the curve and jiggle of her bouncy frame.
A trickle of pre-cum oozed from the tip of the cock that was rigidly erect inside his own snug-fitting trunks, and he gritted his teeth, afraid that his lust was about to make him spill his cum-load far too early.
"Is something wrong?" Daphne asked, looking up, touching his cheek. With her other hand, she untied the strap around her neck. The cups fell away from her small firm tits, and the nipple points seemed to reach up to Tom invitingly. The sun made her skin shine like polished ivory.
He cupped her tits, squeezing them gently, watching as Daphne closed her eyes and began to purr responsively. Why the fuck did he keep letting his mind return to Karen? That old sick relationship was over. He was finally free of his clinging, sexy sister. He lowered h is face to Daphne's, and he kissed her mouth hotly while he fondled her firm tits. The nipples were hot in his palms, and his palms were hot, too. She began to writhe under him.
He leaned closer, sidling against her, letting her feel the shove of his hard cock. She squirmed at its touch, but only a little. Maybe she'd forgotten how much pain his prick had caused her last night.
Still kissing her, he lifted his hips from the blanket they shared atop the grass outside her family's getaway cabin on the bluff, and his cock danced out, its tip grazing lightly across her warm smooth flesh. He let her feel the whole length, touching her body, as he moved down to anoint her hard-nippled tits with his tongue and his saliva.
She hugged him to her tits as he licked and sucked her there, and she made purring noises of contentment.
"I love it," she said. "Suck me!"
He was happy to oblige. Her nipples were swollen with arousal, and his tongue worshipped them, sucking them into his mouth and ringing them round and round with hot adoration. He could feel the throb of excitement, the beating of her heart. His teeth closed gently on a nipple, pulling it even longer, harder, as she moaned beneath him.
One of his hands was low on her abdomen, rubbing her warm flesh. Her belly heaved under his caresses, encouraging Tom all the more. He'd known it would be better here. The hotel last night, after all, was a pretty tacky one, not at all the kind of place to throw his virgin bride her first sweet hot fuck. He should have waited. But the sight of her in that sexy white gown had been too much for him. That, and the knowledge that she was finally his. They should have waited till they got to the island.
He stroked around, feeling under the top of her bikini bottoms. She shivered as his fingers moved onto her pussy fur, but he didn't stop, for he was much too excited to stop. His fingers slid lower, into the pussy hairs, and he felt the puffy, tight lips of her hot young cunt. He caressed the cunt mound, rubbing its slice with careful but excited fingers.
"Let me," Daphne said, reaching down to untie one of the bows that held up her bikini bottoms.
The constricting cloth fell away from his hand. He sighed, and he cupped her pussy mound protectively, pressing his fingers into the soft warm hillock between her smooth moist thighs.
His fingers toyed with her pussy gash, opening it delicately, like a flower, the tips moving even more delicately into her, like a bee sucking at a rose. Her cunt hole was dry, but that could be remedied. His finger began to play around the snug opening, teasing into it shallowly. She writhed each time he stroked her, and he waited for the moisture to begin flowing from his sweet bride's cunt.
He couldn't wait. Abandoning her hard nipples, which could not possibly get any stiffer, he began to lick and kiss her between the tits, moving down toward her navel and the delights that lay below it.
He sucked at her body, his lust growing with each taste of his bride's sweet skin. His cock was swollen enormously, rubbing against her thigh, and he could feel her squirming anxiously beneath him, but it was rapidly getting too late for second thoughts.
As had happened last night, he was in the grip of a driving need to take her, to bury his cock in her pussy and fuck the shit out of Daphne!
"Wait, Tom," he heard her say.
But he couldn't wait. He was already at the upper edge of her golden cunt bush, and his lips moved into the curly tangle of cunt hairs, onto the ridge of her pussy opening.
He licked and sucked at her cunt, moving his mouth rapidly up and down her pussy gash, just attacking the exterior of her cunt for now. He wanted to heat her from the outside in, if that was the only way. Jesus, his own lips were burning! And her cuntlips seemed equally warm to the touch. He pressed down upon them, spreading her snug pussy labes with his mouth, and he kissed the interior of Daphne's cunt.
She was damper now, he was sure. His lips nuzzled her pink shiny pussy flesh, and he spread the folds back to give himself a better shot at her. She tasted just as fantastic as she had last night, and his tongue raced over her exposed pussy flesh, dipping into the tight tiny fuck-hole in unexpected passes that made his bride's hips shake and quiver. As his lips fastened onto her hot, hard clit, he found himself imagining the moment when she would oval her mouth and take the lustful strokes of his cock into her sucking mouth. His cock twitched in agreement, at the very concept, and he could feel wetness on the end of his prick, but he knew it wasn't quite time to suggest that she gave him a blow-job. Damn it!
No matter. He loved the taste and feel of her pussy on his tongue, and he speared it happily into her pussy, licking love onto the tight ring that he had deflowered so brutally last night. Her cunt seemed to shy away from him, as if it knew he was the culprit. But he didn't let up, and he could sense that she was loosening up, growing more eager. A trickle of warm juices met his probing tongue, and he tasted the arousal that was bubbling deep inside his lovely young wife.
He scooted his lower body toward hers and, without missing a lick on her pussy, he took Daphne's hand and put it on his cock.
"Yes!" he heard her whisper. "Let me play with your prick!"
She seized his prick possessively, her tense fingers moving the outer cock flesh up and down around his throbbing boner. He closed his eyes a long moment, relishing the instinctively erotic skill of her hand on his cock.
Then he leaned back into her pussy and licked everything he had already tasted, only this time he wasn't fucking around. His fingers spread her tight cunt hole and he fucked his tongue into it, the way he had fucked her pussy last night, once the cum-rage had taken him over--hard, and harder! His tongue thrust deeply, and he heard her gasp and whimper in response.
Back up to her cut then, his tongue dueling with the pearly button of lust! He sucked the nubby little organ, feeling it shiver against the tip of his tongue. And then he gave her clit a momentary rest so he could work his tongue through her splayed cuntal crack, re-arousing the taut pink pussy flesh there.
He didn't want to rush her. Daphne was so innocent, so sheltered. He could hardly straddle her chest and shove his cock down her throat, no matter how much the idea made his balls ache with lust!
His tongue dipped into her sweet tight pink pussy. She moaned as he spread her cunt labes even farther, stretching the delicate flesh.
Daphne was beginning to twitch and murmur. "Oh, darling...." Still licking, he reached for his cock. It was swollen to a thick hard-on which pulsated hotly inside his fist. Jesus, he wanted that cock pulsating inside Daphne! Maybe he could make up for the roughness he'd shown her last night, in the heat of his need to fuck her!
He fucked his tongue in and out of her oozing cunt, licking deep inside her. She was wet. Was she wet enough to fuck? He rubbed his face in her pussy and decided that she was. Carefully, he moved into position atop her, his cock nudging at the mouth of her pussy. Her blue eyes got big, almost frightened, as she felt his big cockhead nosing at her fuck-hole.
He thrust, and she gave a wailing cry as his cock fucked in. Her knees lifted, and she had her hands on his shoulders, but she was shaking her head.
"I'm... not... ready...." she gasped. "Oh, it hurts, it hurts!"
She pushed at his shoulders, her head shaking madly. He tried to kiss her, but she wouldn't let him. His groin pinned her lower body to the blanket, and he knew he could fuck her if he wanted, but Jesus, she was so tight, and the look on her face almost made him lose his hard-on.
With a sigh, Tom eased his cock out of Daphne and rolled off his trembling bride. He lay down beside her, tight-lipped, his stiff wet cock twitching uselessly.
"I'm sorry," Daphne whispered. "I thought sure I'd be ready, but it's still so scary when that thing goes inside me, I--"
He should find her innocence arousing. It was so rare to find a girl like Daphne nowadays. Most girls started fucking in junior high, if not earlier. He had maybe popped the last nineteen-year-old cherry in America on his wedding night. Had his sister ever been a virgin? He wasn't sure.
Jesus, why was he thinking about Karen at a time like this? But his sister never cried and moaned in fear when someone stuck a cock up her cunt. Mmm! His balls ached at the image of Karen, naked in garters and black stockings, high heels kicking in the air as she opened her pussy to the thrust of his horny cock. But a guy couldn't spend the rest of his life fucking his own sister. Besides, he was in love with Daphne, and he knew she loved him, too. Even if she found it so hard to let him show her how crazy he was about her.
He looked into her tear-misted eyes and took hold of her hand. She made a little sound of surprise as he placed her hand on his cock. Her fingers were almost limp as he fitted them around his cockshaft, made her hand into a fist on his hard prick. She nodded, and he could feel a surge of energy flow into her hand. Slowly, tentatively, she began to slide her fist up and down on his cockrod. He pulled her face to his and fucked his tongue into her mouth as she stroked him, her fist tightening, developing a sweet hot rhythm. Their tongues dueled. He was humping as her hand jerked on his cock, pushing his prick up into her fist. He cupped her tits, tickled the stiff nipples, felt her giggle gently into his open kissing mouth. Her tongue fluttered against his, provocative, arousing.
"Would you" he whispered into her mouth, and then he urged her head downward, onto his chest.
She trembled, but she let her tongue glide through his chest hair, onto the stubby point of his nearest nipple. She licked his salty-tasting flesh, closed her lips around the nipple as it grew stiffer, tauter. Tom stroked her head while she suckled him. He had his other hand on his cock, but there was no need worrying whether his prick would stay hard.
He guided her lips and tongue down his belly, lying down as she moved lower. And then her tongue slid onto the upper edge of his crotch hair. She seemed to stiffen, to hesitate. He pushed her face downward, until her lips bumped against the root of his upstanding cock. She whimpered as her mouth touched his cock flesh. He wanted to tell her it wouldn't hurt. His older sister had been sucking his cock since before he even had hair down there, and she was as healthy as a fucking horse. God, he wanted to feel Daphne's mouth wrapped around his hard prick!
"Kiss it, honey," he told her. "It won't bite. Just kiss it, and lick it. Yes! Oh, come on, Daph, lick hard! All the way up to the head! Just like you licked my tongue when we were kissing!"
He could tell she didn't really want to do it, and somehow that made the sensation all the more exciting. When she tried to pull away, he held her head in place. Taking his cock in hand, he rubbed its shaft along the trembling crease of her moist lips. Her breath flowed across his meaty prick.
"Lick the head," he told her. "Get it all wet and juicy with your tongue, then take it inside your mouth and suck it. I promise, you'll like it!"
She licked tentatively, almost curiously, at the swollen, bulging head of Tom's cock. He sighed at the velvety touch of her sweet wet tongue caressing his flesh.
"Lick it, honey," he encouraged. "I love the way you lick my cock...." But he wanted, needed, more than just a licking. He put his hand on the back of her head and coaxed her downward. Her tongue cuddled his cock, and he thrust as gently as he could, across the velvety tongue carpet, into his bride's warm wet mouth.
"Nnnggghh!" she croaked as his prick entered her mouth for the first time.
But she was game, and instinct seemed to tell her that she should start to work her tongue. Tom thrilled at the touch of her mouth on his flesh, and his cock seemed to swell even fatter with desire. He pulled back a little and thrust again, fucking in shallow strokes into her mouth while she struggled to keep up with him.
He gave her half a dozen of those brief but hot strokes, feeding perhaps two inches of his cock into Daphne's inexperienced mouth. Then he pulled out and told her to lick his prick again.
She obeyed, but she was clearly shaken by the intensity of the act. Her tongue trembled as it brushed across his cock.
"Flutter your tongue, like you did when we were kissing," he said. "Use it on the head of my cock like a butterfly."
She flicked her tongue back and forth. A big drop of pre-cum oozed through his piss slit. He felt as if he were going to shoot cum all over her face while she licked him. The urge to squirt his cum was almost uncontrollable.
Daphne looked like an angel while her tongue laved his cock. She didn't look entirely at ease, but it was just her inexperience, he was sure. He wanted so badly to make her love sex as much as he did, and he was willing to do almost anything to get her turned on for him.
He thought about Karen. By now, his sister would have his cock rammed down her throat and be trying to get his balls inside, too. Karen never held back. It had been like that from the first time they ever fucked, when they were hardly more than kids. He'd squirted an ocean of cum into his sister's mouth and pussy in the years since then. Well, yesterday he'd given her one final cum-load, straight up her ass, and that was the end of it. From now on, his life was with Daphne.
He slipped the end of his cock back into his new bride's mouth. She murmured at the intrusion. He moved his cock a little faster than he had the previous insertion--maybe a little faster than she was ready for. He could hear her gurgling and croaking, but the fever was on him now and he didn't think he could stop even if he'd wanted to.
"Suck me, darling," he told his wife. "Suck me hard!"
He pushed his prick deeper, almost all the way into her mouth. Jesus, what could he be thinking of? This was the first time she'd ever had a cock in her mouth. He might strangle her with the lust-swollen cockmeat! Groaning, Tom eased up on his stroking, forcing himself to give Daphne no more than an inch or two of her cock per lunge, though he ached to jam his fucker into her mouth harder, faster, to feel her mouth melting around his cock as it spurted.
"Lick it, Daphne," he instructed. "Lick it while you're sucking it!"
His arousal was almost feverish, and his balls seemed to weigh four or five pounds, full of hot bubbling liquid cum!
She held up his cockhead in her lips, sucking, looking up at him as if for instruction. Her eyes shamed him, but he was so anxious that he didn't care. He grasped his cock by the base and began to jerk rapidly on the cockshaft while she held his cock-knob between her lips. He stroked fiercely, his fist bumping at her mouth when the fever got too high. He saw her wince, but he was much too far gone to care about that, either.
"Yes!" he gasped, as his cock exploded inside Daphne's mouth.
Her face went dead white as the cum started to gush into her mouth, and he saw her eyes roll. But there was no way he could stop his cock from erupting, and the jism shot from him like a river overflowing its banks. He jerked his prick, and he gasped and moaned as the cum squirted from his pricktip.
Daphne gurgled as his cum filled her mouth. Tom felt like a son of a bitch but he couldn't shut off his hose, not now, not with his jism rushing full-blast from the end of his prick. He stroked himself, a dozen times, until his balls were empty and his cock started to droop, and then his cock slid from her cum-coated lips and Tom looked down at his trembling bride. Her face was ashy white, paler than her hair, and her jaw hung down, her mouth gaping open, sticky viscous trails of cum oozing down her chin.
He felt as if he'd raped her. But the sight of her, his cock cream spilling out of her mouth while her lips fluttered uncertainly, were so erotic and arousing that he had to let go of his cock immediately, lest it stand up hard again.
"I'm sorry," he said. "Did I hurt you?"
She shook her head. Why was he making such a big thing out of it? Jesus, all he'd done was come in her mouth! Why did she have to look like he'd just gutted her pet dog with a table knife in front of her? Karen had eaten gallons of his cock cream. Sometimes he thought his hot-bitch sister actually lived on jism.
But Daphne wasn't Karen, was she? Daphne was sweet and innocent, and full of love, and this was the second time he had virtually raped her. His skin crawled in disgust, but the longer her looked at her cum-drenched chin, the more he knew that what he really wanted was to lay her back on the blanket, spread those long smooth tanned thighs of hers, and fuck the hell out of her.
"It wasn't really that bad," she said bravely.
She reached for her bag, found a tissue, began to wipe the jism off her face. At least, she didn't go over and barf in the weeds. Instead she smiled, and her smile almost killed Tom. God, he had to get his urges under control! She'd been a virgin for nineteen years. He couldn't expect her to turn into a clone of his slutty sister overnight. He had to take it slowly, open her up gradually, teach her to love fucking as much as he did.
"Honest," Daphne went on. "I know I wasn't very good, but I think maybe I can get the hang of it--sometime. We don't have to try it again right now, do we? Can't we just take a walk, and hold hands, maybe?"
She began to slip into the bikini he'd removed from her, and Tom sighed, reaching for his discarded trunks. He wanted to be tender, but he was so fucking hot for her! He wanted to hear her screaming in orgasm while he shoved his cock into her hot tight wet fuck-hole! He wanted to feel her body exploding against his while their cum mingled deep in Daphne's cunt. He wanted to teach her to sixty-nine, craved to hear her giggle in delight as his tongue tickled the rosy little bud of her asshole. He wanted to wake up with his cock jammed in her mouth and a sly grin of greeting curling her lips upward as she sucked him awake.
He wanted, in short, what he could have had without asking if he had chosen to maintain the sick, perverse relationship he'd had with his older sister since their teen years. But he wanted it from Daphne, and he wondered if she was ever going to thaw up enough to make life with her fun.
He took her hand and they started down over the rise, toward the bayshore. The sea wind whipped the grass around them, and they walked without speaking much. Daphne snuggled against him from time to time. She was always so affectionate, except when he was ready to fuck. Her tits brushed him, and her arm encircled his waist, and the touch of he fingers on his skin made him horny again. He willed his cock to lie soft; it wasn't the time.
They came around the low bluff, toward the cove. The wind was blowing out to sea, and neither of them heard the noise until the wind shifted.
"Oh look!" Daphne said, pointing. "A boat. Dear, I wasn't expecting company! I thought we had the island to ourselves for the week! C'mon, let's see who it is." And she led the way down to the landing pier.
"Jesus," Tom whispered under his breath. He stiffened, clenching Daphne's hand in his own.
"Oh," Daphne said, looking up at her husband, "what a surprise, Tom! Isn't that your sister Karen? I wonder what she's doing here?"
CHAPTER FIVE
"How could they ever have gotten things so mixed up for you?" Daphne said, putting down her teacup. "I thought everyone knew that this was a private island. There are no cabins for rent anywhere. I should know." She smiled. "We own the whole thing. It's been in the family for generations."
Tom glared at his sister across the table. What a load of bullshit! She'd come down to the bay for a little vacation before flying back to Denver, and she'd just "heard" that there was a cabin available on the island, so she'd come out to check into it. Who could believe a shitty yarn like that?
Daphne did, obviously. And Karen sat over there, her green eyes twinkling, her hand reaching up occasionally to touch her moussed-punk hairdo. She flashed those eyes at Tom now and then, and he could read her like a book. But they turned totally innocent the moment they returned to Daphne's face. What a cunt! What a fucking cunt!
"I'm truly grateful you invited me to stay over tonight," Karen said. "Tomorrow I guess I'll go back to Annapolis and try to get things straightened out, as to just where I'm supposed to be vacationing. But I'm so tired, and I really didn't look forward to the boat trip back over there tonight. I'll try not to get in your way. I've never been married, but I know how much you honeymooners must treasure your privacy. I feel really crappy for intruding on you. God, what a coincidence, that I should wind up right here at your little hideaway!"
And she laughed so infectiously even Tom almost forgot that the fucking bitch was lying.
"Oh, there's plenty of room," Daphne said. "The place is really too big for just the two of us."
Tom gulped. Something was crawling up his leg. He knew without looking that it was his sister's bare foot. She sat there across the table looking innocent as could be, and her toes were tickling his crotch. They worked into the leg of his trunks, and he shifted uncomfortably. But she had him primed, and her toes found his prick and balls with no trouble at all. Everything she had, including her toes, had been very long and very well acquainted with Tom's prick and balls. As surreptitiously as possible, he reached down and tried to remove her foot from his groin. But she stretched, and pushed back in, and his hand slid up her long smooth leg.
She was wearing a simple, short halter dress, and his fingers moved up the thigh, straight onto the shaved mound of her pussy. He gulped at the touch. He'd almost forgotten that she had turned up yesterday morning and shown off her shaved cunt, but there it was, bare, hot, moisture on her cuntlips. He pulled his hand back, but the look she gave him spoke volumes. And her toes did their number on his prick again. He was starting to get a hard-on.
"Tom's going fishing tomorrow," Daphne said, "and I've promised to go along. We're going to leave very early," she added with a sigh, "so I guess we could wake you up before we go. Unless you'd rather sleep in. The cruiser will stop by in the afternoon and you can catch a ride back to the mainland."
"Fishing?" Karen laughed. "I remember he dragged me along on a couple of fishing trips. Yes, it's just as boring and dull as you're imagining it will be. Thomas, how can you be so cruel to your new bride?"
"You do want to go, don't you?" Tom said, looking at his wife but feeling the insistent tickle of his sister's toes against his almost fully erect cock.
Daphne blushed. "Not really," she said. "I hate fishing. Oh, Tom, why don't you go off by yourself and leave me here with Karen? We can work on our tans and chat a bit--just girl talk, you know? I mean, I have this sweet new sister-in-law and we hardly know each other's names. It would be a great way for us to get acquainted, and you could have all the fun you wanted, fishing."
Tom's heart sank, especially when he saw the shit-eating grin on his sister's face. She had her big toe and second toe clenched around his cock and she was jerking him off under the table. His blood ran cold at the thought of Daphne and Karen alone together for even a few minutes. It would be just like Karen to spill the whole story. Daphne would be horrified, shocked, disgusted. He didn't dare leave his wife alone with his sister. But how could he explain the reason to Daphne? He glanced at Karen, a plea in his eyes.
"Sounds fantastic to me," Karen said.
Her toes slacked up on Tom's cock. Slowly, she slid her foot back down his leg. He reached down, tucked his prick back inside his trunks. His cock was still rock hard, aroused and then dumped. He wondered if there was a chance in hell he might get to fuck Daphne tonight.
"Well, then it's settled," Daphne announced, standing up. "I'm sorry to rush off, Karen, but we've had a long day, and it's time for our beddie-bye. You're welcome to sit up as long as you want. Just turn out the lights when you go to bed. I'm sorry we have to bed you on the couch, but ours is the only bedroom that's been prepared...." Karen shrugged off the apology graciously. Daphne took Tom's hand.
"Are you coming, Tom? Or did you want to sit up with Karen for a while? You must have so many things to talk about. I guess you never see each other."
"I'll be along in a minute," Tom said.
Daphne smiled and excused herself to the bedroom. Tom glared at Karen, who seemed to be enjoying herself very much. As soon as Daphne's bedroom door closed, Karen stood up and flipped up her short skirt. No panties, but he already knew that. The pink gash of her pussy winked at him, then disappeared as she dropped her skirt back into place. She turned slowly, her hips swiveling, and she walked into the living room. Lazily, she settled onto the couch, her legs stretched out, her skirt riding almost high enough to expose her cunt again.
"You think you're really something, don't you?" Tom whispered. "You think you've got me by the balls all over again, Karen. Well, I'm warning you, if you fuck things up for me and Daphne, you'll get something worse than what I gave you yesterday. A lot worse."
"You better watch your own ass, Tommy Mason," she smirked as he left the room.
Tom slid into bed alongside Daphne, rubbing himself against her warm body. He reached for her under the covers, lifting her silky nightie and easing his nakedness against her. His cock had diminished a little from the hard-on Karen had inspired under the table, but the moment he touched his bride he went stiffly hard again, and his horny prick butted against her bare tummy, against the crotch of her panties.
"I love you," he whispered, guiding her hand down to his cock.
She took his cock gingerly, as if it were a snake. He cringed internally, knowing that he had done his goddamnedest to make her afraid of his prick. He put his hand over hers, smoothed the fingers down, made them clutch at his throbbing cockshaft.
"I won't hurt you this time," he promised, lifting her nightie higher so he could lick and kiss the pink buttons of her nips.
She purred as his lips worked around her stiff nipples, and her hand squeezed tentatively on his cock. A great sign! Tom eased her legs apart.
Still sucking her nipples, he put his hand on her crotch, tracing the cleft of her cunt where her panties clung to her pussy's bunlike shape, its tight slitted trench. The warmth of her pussy glowed through the thin panties. He rubbed her cunt, licking his fingers between strokes to add a little moisture.
"Oh, Tom," she said, "I'd love to do it with you, but, I, uh, got stung by a bee when I was making the tea, in the kitchen, and I took a pain tablet, and now I'm starting to get sooo sleepy. They always do that to me, but I have to take them when I get bee-stung...." Something told him she was lying. The truth was that she didn't want to fuck him. And why should she? He had raped her pussy last night, raped her mouth this afternoon. She probably figured she was due for eight inches up the asshole this time. Her fingers fell away from his cock and he rolled over onto his back beside her.
"I understand," he said. "That allergy medication can be a real knockout. It's okay, honey. You get some sleep. I'll try not to wake you when I leave in the morning, okay?"
He lay in the darkness beside Daphne for a long time, listening to the sound of her breathing as she drifted into sleep. Under the cover, he held his cock in his fist, squeezing it, stroking it. What the fuck was happening to his life? He had thought life with Daphne was going to be perfect, to make up for those years of incestuous stolen lust with his horny possessive sister. And now everything was slowly turning to shit. Carefully, he slipped out of the bed, got into the trunks he had taken off. He looked over his shoulder at the dim shape of Daphne asleep in the dark, and he went out the door, to where his sister was waiting for him...
"Aren't the moon and stars beautiful tonight?" Karen said, between licks at her brother's hard cock.
They were on the wide front porch of the Duvals' island cabin, looking out toward the bay. Tom was stretched out on the glider, his legs thrown across Karen's lap, and she leaned into his crotch, her lips and tongue and fingers equally hot for his stiff cock.
She had known, somehow, that he would come to her tonight. She couldn't put her finger on it, exactly, but she knew there was something out of the ordinary about the Tom-Daphne relationship. Normal newlyweds would have chased her away with a shotgun when she arrived unannounced. Daphne had seemed almost relieved to have company. On the other hand, Daphne had also bought that idiotic story about the wrong island, a yarn Karen had spun off the top of her head, with no rehearsal at all. Karen suspected strongly that her new sister-in-law was a bubble-headed ding-dong like her friend Mindy. A total airhead, but also very cute and appealing, Karen had to admit.
As she took Tom's cock deeper into her mouth, for some of the hot hungry cock-sucking she felt entitled to, she began to fantasize about Daphne's naked body, her mind dwelling on the blonde newlywed's erogenous zones and potentials. That pussy-eating session with Mindy, last night, had given Karen some intriguing new perspectives on human sexuality--her own in particular. She thought of Daphne's smooth thighs, highset ass, of the way her bikini clung to, shaped, modeled, that most provocative little crotch, and she wondered what it would be like to rub her face between Daphne's legs. Maybe she should ask Tom. Obviously, he knew all about it!
On the other hand, as hard as his cock was, and as ripe for a fuck as he'd been when he came to her back in the living room, was it possible that Daphne wasn't quite as satisfying a fuck as she should be? What kind of married man abandons his bride on the second night of the honeymoon for a crack at his sister's pussy?
Mmmm, Karen thought, licking around Tom's prick, the kind of married man whose sister is still the best fuck he's ever slipped his prick into!
"Isn't this more fun than what you did to me yesterday?" she asked. "Remember how nice it used to be, when we were kids and you seduced me into licking your hard little prick? And you squirted that big gob of jism down my throat and thought you'd broken something in your cock?"
"You were three years older than me," Tom said. "Who seduced whom? I was playing with my prick, and you caught me and insisted that you'd show me what the thing was actually made for. I'd squirted before, just never so much at one time. Oh, yeah, Karen... lick me again, right there, please!"
"Doesn't Daphne eat your cock as nice as I do?" she teased, working her tongue around and around the cockhead. She knew every spot on the rim that would drive him mad if it were licked just right, and she knew how to lick his prick just right, by God. He groaned and thrust inside the ring of her fingers that held him, and she stuffed his cock back into her mouth, afraid that she'd gone too far, that he was about to shoot his cum-load at the very start of the game. She had no doubt she could get him hard in a jiffy, if that happened, but Jesus, she didn't want to miss out on eating his cum if squirting was what he had in mind!
"Don't talk about Daphne," he whispered. "For tonight only, it's just you and me, Sis, the way it always used to be."
And always will be, Karen promised herself.
She'd been with dozens of men in her life, but no cock had ever meant as much to her as Tom's. There was something special about fucking her brother. She was never really satisfied, climaxing, unless it was his prick that brought her off. And she knew she would never eat her fill of his cum, if she lived to be a thousand years old and he fed her from his prick each and every day.
' She let him slide his cock out, once she knew he wasn't going to blast off prematurely, and she moved her lips down to attack his balls. She loved to suck his balls, to feel them rolling inside his ball-sac as her tongue jiggled and caressed them. She had even put his balls in her pussy once, but she'd had an orgasm while they were inside her and her cuntal contractions had almost ripped his balls off. God, he'd yelped! But he'd only been a kid then, and it was all new to him, especially the intensity she brought to sex.
She nursed his balls greedily, till they were awash with her saliva, and then she started back up his cock, her teeth tracing, sometimes nipping at the big vein that ran up the underside of Tom's stiffened cockrod. She licked it, kissed it warmly, then bit it with just the mildest trace of bitchy savagery in her attack. He moaned, and it made her feel good, for she remembered how she had gasped and moaned and sobbed yesterday when he fucked his cock straight up her unprepared asshole.
But she also remembered how she'd climaxed while he was ass-fucking her, and it made her pussy grow warm with deeper and deeper arousal. Her cuntlips were sloppy wet. No hair to slow down the leakage of ooze from her fuck-trench. She squeezed her legs together, pressing the insides of her thighs against her wet, fuzzless pussy mound, and she sighed.
The suck fever was hot and horny in her bones right now. She wanted his cock in her mouth, and she wanted it coming deeply into her mouth. She worked herself out from under Tom, and moved onto the floor, kneeling beside the glider with her head draped over his lap. She licked him all over, again, and he touched her head, guiding her skull to the work she had chosen for herself. She angled his cock toward her lips and took it in, her tongue fluttering as he fucked her willing mouth.
Mmmm, he was up big and hard tonight! And he hadn't been in the bedroom with Daphne for half an hour. Not nearly enough time to rip off a good fuck, and he certainly hadn't gotten wife-fucked if he was stuffing a cock this big, this hard, into Karen's wet hot mouth.
She was dying to know what was going on with Tom and Daffy, but she'd just have to wait till tomorrow to find out, obviously. No wonder Tom seemed so uptight about leaving his wife and sister alone together! He had some secrets to hide!
Karen sucked up and down, three or four times in quick succession, taking more of his cock inside her mouth each time. She liked to build up to the grand swallow--it was more effective that way, and half the success of cock-sucking was in making a big production of the act. She gurgled as she sucked him, and his cock shoved deeper. On the fifth pass, she opened her throat and sucked his cockhead past her gag spot, and her lips came down to kiss his balls again. She worked her head from side to side, and she hummed, vibrating erotically around the shaft of Tom's prick. Her head lifted, just at the moment she knew he couldn't stand it another second, and she raised her lips to the swollen, spit-slick knob of his prick, which she licked and sucked, moved rapidly in and out of her lightly-clenched lips, the hot friction of her mouth sending shivers of delight through his rigid column of fuck-meat.
And then she sucked him home again, swooping down his prickshaft once more, taking his cock even deeper this time. She held his fucker in her throat longer than she thought was feasible. Her temples began to throb. She snorted air through her nostrils, but it wasn't enough. She needed to open her mouth and breathe, too. She loosened the grip and raised her head, lifting only far enough for her lungs to refill with air gulped past his cock, and she came down again, humming and slurping around his prick.
She loved the act of sucking a cock. She was extremely good at it, and she knew it. But sucking Tom's cock was particularly special to her. Didn't he understand that? Didn't he feel the same way about her?
"You slut," he whispered. "You hot luscious slut!" Karen giggled as she sucked, swallowing his prick once more to show her love.
She raised her head back up again, her lips clutching at his hot swollen cock-knob. She wanted his cum now, and she sucked him hungrily in quest of the squirting load. Her mouth slipped over and over the tip of Tom's cock, taking him in shallow, friction-loaded gulps, her tongue lashing his prick like the timekeeper on a Roman galley.
Quickly she rolled her tongue down the outside of his cock, stroking him hotly around the circumcision scars, feeling the heat of his lust with every lick, every lap against his cockmeat. Her lips kissed the underside of his cock, smacking loudly until he moaned and a dribble of pre-cum oozed from his piss slit. She worked her tongue across his bulging hard cock-knob, ate the stray droplet of desire, tongued his piss slit in search of more. He moaned, shuddering under her attack. Surely he must realize that a boy's best friend was his big sister, especially when big sister sucked his cock so good! Did that little blonde lamebrain give him head like this? Karen seriously doubted it.
Her lips suctioned over his prick-knob and she worked back and forth, tickling him with her tongue while she gave him the full Karen treatment. Her fist grasped the root of his cock but she didn't jerk her hand up and down. That was amateurish cock-sucking. She could get him off, spectacularly, with no more than her lips and tongue, and she aimed to prove it to him, for the thousandth time.
"Karen," he gasped, "I'm gonna-- cummmmmm!"
She sucked hard when she heard him moan. Her mouth moved up and down, caressing the swollen velvet of his cock-knob, and his cum began to gush into Karen's hungry mouth.
She drained him, sucking every drop of jism from his cock. But she refused to let go, even when the interior of her throat was thick and coated with the gushings of her brother's cum. She worked her mouth back down his prick, tongue and throat bathing him in stifling hot wetness, and she gurgled delightedly as she felt his cock shiver inside her. But the hardness remained, Tom's cock steely-stiff, as big, as fat, as rigid as when she had begun to suck him.
She raised her head, slurping the last spilled drops of cum from his cockflesh.
"Now it's my turn, Tommy. I want you to fuck me and make me cream!"
He stood up from the glider, prick sticking out and up. He took Karen in his arms and kissed her hotly, his hands stroking her tits, her ass, the insides of her trembling thighs. She straddled his cock while they embraced, trapping it between her legs, along the dripping-wet crease of her cunt. She moved back and forth, stroking herself with his hard cockmeat, and her pussy got wetter and wetter. Her clit was enormously hard and horny, and she moaned as his stiff prickmeat massaged her there, too.
He bent to lick the hard pink nips of her tits, sucking hard as they expanded even longer against his tongue. His teeth chewed into her firm-fleshed tits and she squeezed his cock between her thighs.
"Fuck me, Tommy!" she panted. "Lay me down and fuck me, little brother!"
She leaned back against the wall, her legs open to receive him, and she stared into his glittering, lust-filled eyes as she pulled his cock into her cunthole. His cock-knob spread her itchy pussy labes, filled the mouth of her cunt, and both of them thrust together as he fucked his prick inside Karen's pussy.
"Oh, shit, yes!" she gasped, feeling the bite of his cock all the way up her hot hungry fuck-tube.
She braced her shoulders against the wall, let one foot begin to stroke and climb up his leg. With a sigh, she lifted, wrapping her leg around the backs of his thighs.
"I like that," Tom whispered. "Put your other leg around me, too."
He held her ass, supporting her while he pumped his sister's wet hot pussy.
"It's even deeper this way!" she cried. "I love it!"
His cock rammed into her hard, its stiffness not decreased a bit even though he'd squirted a bucketful of jism down her throat only a few minutes ago. Who said he didn't have the hots for her pussy, no matter whom he was married to? I could take him away from that silly bitch, Karen thought. In fact, I may be doing it right now.
On the other hand, after some exposure to her, Karen had to admit that Daphne was after all rather sweet and nice. She could see why Tom might be attracted to the dainty blonde. After spending last night with Mindy, Karen was starting to have some weird little ideas about Daphne, wondering what it would be like to stick her finger into the big-eyed blonde's tight pussy. The bitch had a great deal of sex appeal radiating from her slim, cute body and face, but Karen was sure by now that Daffy had no idea what to do with her sex appeal. The fervor with which Tom rammed his cock into Karen's dripping pussy told Karen that Tom was not totally satisfied, sexually, in his new marriage. If Daphne fucked as good as she looked, he would not have had the gristle to get a hard-on for his sister, and especially on his fucking honeymoon.
But Jesus, it was no time to be planning, plotting, and scheming! She was riding high and fast on Tom's prick, and he was fucking her with all the love and lust she'd expected but hadn't gotten from him yesterday at the reception. He was as fierce and as horny as he'd been the first time she slid her cum down over the end of his adolescent cock, back when they were kids with more heat than self-control. This was definitely the old Tom, the younger brother she knew and lusted after.
"Mmmm, let's sit down on the glider. I think I wanna be on top," she panted into his kissing mouth. "I wanna ride you a little. God, your cock is so fucking hard, Tommy baby! You're not finished using your big sister yet, are you, little guy?"
He grabbed her ass and walked to the glider, carrying Karen, his cock fucking into her pussy with each step they took. He sank onto the glider and she fell atop him, raising and dropping her cunt upon the stiff-standing lance of his cock. She sighed, swiveling herself around without losing the cock-cunt contact that thrilled her so much. She pressed back against his chest and kept on fucking his big hard prick, her legs scissoring around the outsides of his as she swallowed each cock-thrust he stabbed at her.
He cupped her tits, fingers milking hotly at the nipples. She was sweating so much it felt as if her tits were squirting milk onto his hands. He nibbled her shoulder, her neck, her ear. She strained so she could turn her face and kiss him, and his tongue fucked hotly into her mouth, just like his cock fucked into her pussy.
"Feel how wet my pussy is," she said, "like I'm pissing on your cock while you fuck me."
She guided one hand down to her shaved cunt. Wetness oozed out of her, almost splattering out as his cock rammed in. He stroked her hot itchy cuntal labes, massaged the throbbing button of her clit. Karen closed her eyes and climaxed, moaning atop her brother's lap as she loved his hot fucking with all her heart, soul, and pussy.
"I'm commmming!" she cried. "You're making me creeeeeeam!"
His hard fuck-rod ravaged her pussy, and she swayed in abandon, eating every inch of his cock with her rippling orgasmic cuntal muscles.
"Ooohhh, my pussy hurts!" she moaned. "You're fucking it raw! Mmmm, Tommy, why don't you do what you did to me yesterday? Stick it up my asshole and fuck me till I come again!"
"Huh? God, Sis!" he said, truly shocked at the suggestion. "I thought you hated ass-fucking."
"You made me love it, yesterday," she whispered, kissing his nose. "C'mon, Tommy, let's do it--right now!"
Her cunt was still twitching as she disengaged from his cock and leaned forward just a trifle. She reached under herself, brought the pussy-wet tip of Tom's cockrod to her asshole. He spread the asscheeks and she worked her tiny asshole back and forth over the head of his cock, getting herself even more into the mood. She pushed at him, felt the strain, the tension. "Get in there, goddamn it!" she moaned at his hard wet cock.
She closed her eyes and rammed herself at him. Her asshole spread, dilating under the pressure of his blunt-snouted cock. She felt his cock fuck in, and she willed her ass to expand and make room for all of his cockmeat.
Karen whined, sucking Tom's prick up her asshole. He groaned, his hands tight as steel bands on her tits, on her pussy. She stroked his fist as it squeezed her tits, guided his hand downward until three of his fingers entered her dripping, oozing pussy hole.
"Cock and fingers at the same time," she instructed. "Finger-fuck my pussy while you fuck my asshole. I bet I come all over again!"
It wasn't even a bet. She had it all sewed up. His cock was enormous inside her tight asshole, but she didn't hate it, not like she had when he ass-fucked her yesterday for the sake of meanness. Tonight she was getting it at her own request, and it was all for love.
"Yes!" she gasped. "God, yes, fuck my asshole, baby brother!"
His thumb flogged her hard, aching clit, and his fingers squished inside her twitching pussy. She squirmed, thrusting herself from the stab of his cock back to the plunge of his fingers, and her pussy couldn't stop creaming. Her clit exploded against his thumb, and her cuntal sheath locked hotly around his probing fingers. She moaned and sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks, as his burning cock fucked her responsive asshole. She was sure she could have climaxed just from his cock up her ass, but the fingers on her pussy made it so much better. As orgasm took control of her body, she turned her head and glued her mouth to Tom's. His tongue dueled with hers, the only thing that prevented her from screaming like a banshee as her body erupted in lustful surrender.
She came down slowly from her orgasmic high, his cock still hard inside her asshole, still fucking, but not as ferociously. He rammed at her, hard enough to let her know he was still there, but the sensation was slow in getting through to Karen.
"Ohhhhh...." she moaned, rocking. "That was so fucking good, Tommy. We're still the best, together, you and me... can't you feel it, too?"
"Jesus, Karen," he said, stroking slowly into her tight ass, "I don't know what to think anymore. But we can't keep on doing this stuff. It's not right."
"Your cock feels as if it's right," Karen teased. "Ooohhh, my asshole is raw. You fucked me to the quick, little brother! Take it out, please." And she leaned forward. She could hear his cock pop as it emerged from her tight asshole. She looked over her shoulder at him, and she smiled. "I wouldn't do this to anybody else in the world."
She knelt on the floor beside the glider and she took his cock in her hand. Leaning into his lap, she stuck his shit-smeared cock into her mouth and began to suck greedily at his throbbing prick.
"God, Karen!" she heard him say, just as he squirted cum.
She closed her eyes and sucked him until his cock went limp in her mouth.
* * *
Daphne was still asleep when Tom re-entered the bedroom. She looked like the beautiful princess in a fairy tale. Jesus, she didn't even snore! He slid into bed alongside her, feeling the soft warmth of her body touching his. She felt so warm now. Why was she so cold when he tried to fuck her? Why did he have to go back to his sister to find the hot fucking that he craved? He snuggled next to Daphne, but he was feeling Karen's wild sexy body against his, hearing her excited orgasmic moans and cries. What the fuck was he going to do? He loved his wife, but his sister drove him so goddamn crazy it made his cock hurt. He felt as if he'd wandered into someone else's bad dream and wound up with the starring role.
CHAPTER SIX
"I really don't like fishing," Daphne confessed. "I'm awfully glad you suggested that I drop out of that little trip. And it's nice to have someone to talk to."
Karen sat up, rubbing oil onto herself. Daphne lay beside her on the sand, her bikini-clad body stretched out on a blanket. Daphne was built beautifully, Karen was well aware-- not too big or too small anywhere, just a perfect slim body. She bet Daphne never had to count calories. Mmmm, she thought as Daphne turned over and her conical pointed tits thrust upward in the cups of the bikini bra. She'd always watched other girls' bodies, mostly to get a line on the competition. But that wild and unexpected session with Daphne's friend Mindy, the other night, had opened her eyes to new possibilities. She still wondered if Daphne was as naive and inexperienced as she seemed to be.
"Oh, fuck the conventions," Karen giggled. "Look, we're alone on this island, so why don't we take advantage of it?" She unhooked her bikini bra and tossed it aside. Leaning back, she shook her shoulders and her tits jiggled in freedom. "Mmmm, it feels so good to air out my nipples. I think I'll take off my pants, too. No sense having a two-tone tan."
She sat up and untied the string of her bikini bottoms, then lay back, totally naked. A glance told her that Daphne was staring.
"Whatcha looking at?" she asked innocently. "Oh. My bush. I should say my ex-bush." She put her hand on the curving bun of her pussy. "I decided to try it, not very long ago." She was trying not to be too obvious as she let her fingertip slide along, next to the slice of her visible, pink-lipped cunt crack. "They always said it made fucking a lot more intense, you know? You could feel it all, without the hair to muffle the sensations." She winked at Daphne. "It really is true. You should try it sometime. But I guess my kid brother is keeping you pretty busy, as it is."
Daphne blushed beet-red. It looked pretty on her. "Yeah, I guess so," she said softly.
"Get my back, would ya?" Karen said, handing the oil to Daphne. She turned over and offered her shoulder blades. "Aren't you gonna strip down too? An all-over tan looks a whole lot better than one with strap marks and lines. Mmmm, just rub it in, yeah, get me all juicy."
But she was already juicy, she realized, and the touch of her sister-in-law's hands on her back, rubbing gingerly, were doing nothing to dry up her pussy. Daphne had an interesting touch. It was very sexy in its own way, though Karen suspected Daphne wasn't at all aware of it.
"Lower, too, please," Karen said. "I don't want to burn my butt. I spend a lot of time sitting at a desk on the job, you know!"
Daphne massaged the oil into Karen's ass-cheeks, but it was clear that she was uncomfortable. Time to shift gears.
"Thanks," Karen said, rolling over. "Let me get you, now. Turn-about's fair play, right?" She took the oil in one hand and reached for the string of Daphne's top with the other.
"No!" Daphne said. "I mean, I don't really--"
Karen pulled the bow and the top fell away from her sister-in-law's round, pink-nippled little tits. The smooth pink of the nipples was provocatively appealing to Karen's eyes. She found herself wondering how those nipples would taste, throbbing against the tip of her tongue. I'm going to find out, she decided impulsively. I'm going to fucking find out!
She pulled the top away. Daphne didn't resist, though she was still blushing. Karen squeezed oil into her hands and started to rub it onto Daphne's back and shoulders. Tom's wife lifted her ash-blonde hair out of the way. So far, so good, Karen thought smugly. Daphne had smooth, taut skin. It was a pleasure to touch it, to feel the muscles working just beneath the surface.
She smoothed oil farther down Daphne's back, feeling her sister-in-law arch in response. All the way down to the small of Daphne's back, right above the low-riding top of her bikini pants. Daphne leaned forward, and Karen had a flash of the upper end of her ass crack. She moved her hand a little lower, fingers sliding as if by accident under the pants' waistband, onto the smooth warm curve of Daphne's ass.
"Let's get out of these, too," Karen said commandingly as she grabbed the string bow that supported the bikini bottoms. Daphne flinched but she didn't put up much fight as her pants came off. She looked back over her shoulder at Karen, still blushing.
"I never really did this while anyone else was around," she said. "Suntanning naked, I mean."
"Oh, you should be used to mixed nudity by now," Karen laughed. "I bet my younger brother doesn't give you enough time to pull your panties on in the morning before he's got them off and his hard-on shoved straight up your--"
"Karen!" Daphne said, scarlet. She really was embarrassed. "Oh, we have a great sex life."
"It isn't a great sex life," Karen said. "What's wrong? You can tell me. Tell me all about it. Maybe I can help."
"I want to like sex, but I was raised in the Church, and I can't help thinking it's sinful, even if I am married," Daphne sighed. "When Tom touches me, I get all shivery and scared...."
"You've gotta learn to enjoy being touched," Karen said, sliding closer to her brother's wife. She put her hand on Daphne's thigh. "Do you like me touching you there?"
Daphne looked quizzical, then nodded. Karen's hand tightened, began to stroke clutchingly at Daphne's long smooth leg. The flesh grew warmer even than the noon sun had heated it. Karen took a deep breath, then leaned in closely and kissed Daphne, first on the cheek, then on the chin, then squarely on the lips. Her mouth pressed hard, and her lips separated, her tongue washing along the sealed curve of Daphne's mouth. She licked until she felt her sister-in-law's lips part curiously, and she thrust her tongue into the opening.
"God!" Daphne gasped, her lips fluttering softly against Karen's.
They were high on the bluff, safe from the eyes of people in passing motorboats. The blanket was spread on the grass, and Karen's hands explored every inch of Daphne's lotion-glistening body. The blonde girl kept moaning, stretching herself this way and that, opening herself totally to Karen's caresses. It was too bad, Karen thought, that airhead Mindy hadn't made at least a stab at eating Daphne's pussy. Sure, Daffy seemed ignorant of the fact that two girls could have a lot more fun together than one girl could by herself, but she was responding like a trooper. Karen covered Daffy's face with kisses, then moved down to the perky-nippled tits, whose pink caps were erect from longing.
Daphne's tits tasted even better than they looked. Karen's mouth went to the nearest nipple and she sucked it hard, pulling the nipple even longer than Daphne's own arousal had stiffened it. She purred as she sucked, her humming vibrations echoing around the nipple, sending fresh spurts of excitement through Daphne's tits and the rest of her body. Daphne stretched and moaned and ran her hands over Karen. She cupped the other woman's lust-hardened tits, her fingers testing them with curiosity and growing interest. Her thumbs stroked Karen's hard nipples, pushing them like buttons, thumb and fingers closing around the puffy nipples and squeezing their smooth stiff textures. Karen gasped around the tit that filled her mouth. Daphne was certainly getting the hang of it in a hurry!
"I wanna lick your pussy," Karen said. "No woman can be totally turned on unless someone licks her pussy just a little. That's the most important lesson I can teach you, Daph, honey. And, mmmm, I can hardly wait to teach you about that!"
Daphne's eyes enlarged as Karen kissed her way down toward the little puff of blonde pussy fur. Karen sidestepped the cunt bush, licking its edges, and then down the insides of Daphne's legs. But she could smell the fragrant arousal of her sister-in-law's cunt, and her tongue itched to get inside the tight-lipped cunt slit, as much as her fingers itched to spread those pussylips and bare the pink glory of Daphne's almost-untouched pussy.
She moved back up the girl's thighs, her head switching from one leg to the other, and then she thrust her face into Daphne's cunt bush, nuzzling, kissing, inhaling the aroma of her pussy. Daphne groaned in a startled but ecstatic tone. Karen reached for her pussy then, planting her fingertips on the plump-lipped bun of joy and stretching it wide. V The cunt hair and the cuntlips eased back, parting, and the pink-fleshed, glistening pleasure palace of Daphne's ripe young cunt opened to Karen's delighted eyes.
"Oh, God, Daph!" she said, ecstatic beyond measure. She stared at the girl's pussy for what seemed an hour but couldn't have been more than thirty seconds, and there was no way she could keep from eating it--just a little!
Her tongue stole into the pink pussy trench. She touched down lightly, just enough to arouse the cunt flesh that spread before her. Daphne's cunt was wet with moisture, and the taste confirmed to Karen that it was pussy juice, oozing out of her fuck-hole. She lapped it hungrily, her tongue piercing the hole to stir out more of the sweet funky pussy juice.
"Your tongue," Daphne whispered. "Oh, Jesus, your fucking tongue...." Karen pulled the pussy itself open, spreading the cunthole until she could see the shiny flesh inside gulping and swallowing, prepping itself to gobble up any intruder that dared to venture into that red-pink tunnel. You only live once, Karen thought, and she jabbed her tongue into the tight cunt of her brother's young wife. The pussy flesh seemed to give way before her thrust, and she lunged deeply into Daphne's cunt. But then the muscles snapped tight and the cunt began to suck at her tongue. Tight! Oh, God, so tight! How could a big cock like Tom's ever get inside a hole as tight as this one in the first place?
But from the story Daphne had told her, it was clear that Tom really hadn't done much cock-stuffing in Daphne's pussy. She couldn't believe her brother had fucked the virginal Daph so roughly on their wedding night. On the other hand, a cherry was for popping, wasn't it? Maybe Tom was still just too excited after ass-fucking his accommodating big sister at the reception. Still, he should have been more careful with Daphne.
Well, here was Karen to make her sister-in-law feel better. Who'd have thought it? Twenty-four hours ago, she was interested only in getting her brother out of Daphne's clutches. And now here she was, lying on her belly, fucking her tongue up Daphne's cunt in an effort to teach the silly little bimbo the proper way to fuck. And having the time of her life doing it, no too!
She had to admit she loved the taste of the pussy goo that her mouth sucked out of Daphne's fuck-hole. Jesus, she was twenty-eight years old, a third of the way through her life, and she had hardly tasted a hot pussy until the last couple of days! The delights she had missed! No wonder guys were so anxious to get their noses up a girl's pussy. She couldn't fucking believe the responses that greeted her tongue as she burrowed around in Daphne, as she licked the girl's pussy inside out, her tongue probing deeply, lustfully, into Daphne's most secret places.
She brought her tongue out, coated with pussy juice, and she smeared it all over the tiny pink button of Daphne's clit. She didn't have to tickle or tease that hot little clit to make it stand up. The clit was poking out of its hiding place. She laved the clit with her tongue, licking pussy goo onto it, sucking it off again, and Daphne could hardly lie still under her. She fastened her lips on the clit, sucking hard, and as she did, she stuffed two fingers into Daphne's hot wet cuntal sheath, fucking them almost as deeply up the cunt hole as she'd had her tongue, a moment ago.
Daphne was on the verge of coming already. Karen could feel the juices oozing out of the walls of the pussy, onto her deepthrust fingers, and it made her excited, too. She squeezed her legs together, pressuring them against her own shaved pussy bun. Her cuntlips stuck out, and they were dripping with wetness. The more she flexed her thighs against the puff of her cunt mound, the more she dripped, the more her cunt labes stuck out.
She wished she had a spare hand to reach down and frig herself while she sucked Daphne off. Too bad Daph couldn't stretch her arm that far down. But maybe... she straddled her pussy across the calf of Daphne's leg, rubbing herself against the hard shin bone, and oh, fucking shit, that hit the spot. She clenched her thighs, making that bone rub hard against her wet pussy and she frigged herself heatedly, her tongue going absolutely mad as it ranged through Daphne's open cunt.
"Suck me!" Daph urged, as if Karen needed the slightest encouragement by now.
Karen's lips were hot on the stiff clit that tingled against her flogging tonguetip, and she was slamming her fingers into Daphne's pussy the same way Daphne's new husband had slammed his cock up Karen's asshole just last night, on the front porch. Mmm, she thought, if only Daph knew about that! She'd listened to Daphne's confessions and she could hardly wait to share a few of her own secrets with her brand-new love object.
Karen pulled her pussy-soaked fingers out of Daphne's cunt, rubbed them all over the cut and the cunt labes. Daphne moaned at the caressing touch, her body shaking with pent-up desire and arousal. Karen leaned down and licked the coating of pussy juice off Daphne's cuntlips, off her stubby-tipped clit, and then she pried the tight cunt labes open again and wiggled her tongue deeply into the churning Utile fuck-hole. Daphne squealed in delight. Karen's tongue slid down to the bottom of the pussy gash, hesitated a long time there, lapping at the lower corner of the slice, while she sniffed Daphne's hot pussy arousal and wondered if she dared get a little kinky with her new sister-in-law.
"Roll over, baby, I wanna lick you from the back," she said, her pussy-wet fingers toying over Daphne's sweating, oily body.
The little blonde looked up, uncertain but ready to try anything that didn't hurt too much. Karen gave her a loving slap on the ass, and Daph rolled over, her firm round ass sticking up, the pussy crack showing where her legs were spread out to make room for Karen.
Karen leaned down and planted two big kisses on Daphne's ass, one on each asscheek. She felt the flesh heat beneath her lips. She took hold of the asscheeks, spread them, and let her chin slide down through the crack, onto the dripping hole of Daph's pussy.
"Mmmm," Daphne purred, "that does feel good."
"This will, too," Karen promised, tilting her head slightly.
She let her tongue creep where her chin had slid, and she started at the pussy. She licked up and down, spearing into the fuck-hole just to keep Daph on her toes. The wet pink of the spread pussy was an irresistible target for her tongue. She couldn't believe that she'd never been into pussy-eating before Mindy had seduced her. She licked into the pussy again and again, relishing the honeysweet, sticky juices that met her tongue deep inside Daph's hot cunt-hole. When her tongue was thick with them, she licked upward, across the narrow taint. Daphne squealed at the touch there. She was as sensitive in that area as Karen. A good sign!
Karen brought her wet tongue to Daphne's asshole and she started to lick it passionately.
"Oh, that's soooo dirty!" Daphne cooed, but the coo turned to a giggle, and then to a moan.
"Ooohhh, I love it, you dirty fucking slut!"
Karen spread the tiny pink hole and stuffed her tonguetip into it, a dozen fast strokes. Daphne jerked at each thrust, and she almost screamed when Karen abruptly withdrew her tongue and replaced it with her middle finger. Getting inside her asshole was a chore, but one well worth the labor. She worked at the ass ring, pushing until it yielded and the asshole swallowed her finger in lurching gulps.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Daphne gasped. "You've got your finger stuffed up my goddamn asshole!"
"How does it feel?" Karen asked.
Daphne sighed. "Like I'm shitting backwards," she said. "Like a turd trying to crawl back up inside me."
"It gets better," Karen promised.
She started to work her finger. Back and forth, in and out. Daphne groaned and wiggled, but she was clearly enjoying herself, and her ass muscles began to do all the work, pulling Karen's finger in, pushing it partway out, then sucking it home again.
"Mmmm, you got it, baby," Karen said.
She kept her finger in place, letting Daph's asshole milk it, and she stretched as far as she could, toward her bag, which lay in the grass on the far side of the blanket she and Daph shared. She had something inside that she'd stolen from Mindy's apartment, for her own potential use, but it seemed definitely time to spread it around.
She pulled the bag toward her, her hand reaching inside. She and Mindy hadn't gotten around to a session with what Mindy claimed was a humongous collection of dildos, but Karen had found this one in the bathroom while cleaning up the next morning and had taken it along as a souvenir of her first night of lesbian fucking.
This wasn't the monster Mindy had described to her. It was, in fact, a little smaller than the kind of cock Karen thought best for fucking-- Tom's cock. It was about six inches long, relatively thick, shaped like a real prick but made of rubber. Not nearly as stiff as the real thing, either, but it could be a useful substitute in a pinch, and this was the kind of pinch it was made for. She took the dildo out of her bag and held it in the sunlight.
"Got something else for you," she told Daphne. "How would you like to get fucked by this thing?"
"Jesus!" Daphne gasped, looking back at Karen over her shoulder. "That thing is obscene looking! Where did you get that little fucker?"
"From a friend," Karen said.
She didn't bother adding that it came from one of Daphne's friends. Something told her that when Daph and Tom went back to Baltimore and the real world, Daphne might have the chance to find out a little about her pal Mindy's secret life. Let her be surprised.
Karen held the dildo up to Daphne's face, continuing to press her finger into Daph's asshole. "Kiss it," Karen said. "Lick it like you would a cock. Show me your mouth action."
Daphne was shy as hell about demonstrating. She closed her eyes--a pretty gesture, admittedly --as the thing touched her lips. Slowly her tongue came out, tapping lightly at the tip of the dildo. Even more slowly, she parted her lips and allowed it to come inside. Her mouth fitted loosely around the thing and she moved her head back and forth awkwardly, uncomfortably. Occasionally, she sighed as Karen's finger fucked deeper in her asshole, but it was obvious she had no idea in hell what to do with a cock, even a rubber one.
"Watch me," Karen said, pulling the dildo back.
She held it in front of her own face, stared at it as if she couldn't live without the thing for another moment, and then she started to lick it hotly, her tongue sloshing drool up and down the rubber cockshaft. It tasted like rubber, too, but she pretended it was Tom's cock risen up big and hard in front of her hungry face, and that made things a lot better. She watched Daphne watching her, a look of awe in her blue eyes. Karen slid her tongue out flat, laid the dildo on it, then used her tongue to feed the thing into her mouth.
"Oh!" Daphne said, as the thing almost vanished inside Karen.
Karen gulped hard. She'd been paying so much attention to Daphne's reaction that she almost swallowed the fucking dildo! With a guy, you got down to the base of his cock and you had to stop, but the dildo had no balls and no belly attached to it. Gotta be more careful, she thought. It would be embarrassing as hell to die with a dildo jammed down my throat.
She took hold of the thing as it protruded from her lips, pulled it out. It glistened with her spit. A little trickle of drool dropped from her lips, splashing onto her tit as she released the thing. She pushed it back in, holding it firmly now by the base, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. She made a good bit of noise, and she slurped a lot more than she had to, but she suspected Daphne was getting the idea.
"You've gotta want to do it," she said, taking the dildo out. "And you've gotta crave the splash of cum on your tonsils. Mmmm, there's nothing like drinking a hot load straight from the cock of the man you love, Daphne! I just gulp it down, and it's warm and tangy all the way to my belly. But I guess you could call me a cum junkie, hmmm?" She held out the dildo. "Try it again."
Daphne leaned forward. Her eyes crossed as Karen's finger continued to fuck in and out of her asshole, but it was clear she loved the feeling. She licked at the dildo, the way she'd seen Karen lick. Her tongue worked up and down.
"If I pretend it's Tom's cock," she said, "it doesn't taste like rubber."
Brilliant girl, Karen thought. But that was the same thing she had done. All in all, she was starting to like Daphne.
Daphne sucked on the dildo as Karen watched, nodding with greater and greater approval. She still wasn't pro grade, but she was getting much better even as Karen surveyed her progress. Her eyes were closed, like a praying nun's, and she sucked with almost religious commitment, taking at least three or four inches of the dildo into her mouth at a time.
Karen eased the thing loose. Daphne's lips clung to it, reluctant to let go.
"I'm almost sorry it didn't squirt cum," Daphne said. "I was so shocked when Tom squirted in my mouth. But I wish he was here doing it again. I'd drink every drop!" And she licked her lips, a wicked smile beaming from her face.
Nice girl going slutty, Karen thought. What sweeter sight was there anywhere?
"Oh!" Daphne said, almost disappointed, as Karen's finger came out of her asshole.
She took the hand that had played in her shitter, brought the guilty middle finger up to her face. Looking Karen in the eyes, she sniffed at the finger, then stuck out her tongue and licked a wet trail along its whole, ass-coated length. Her eyes brightened, and she turned the hand around. She put the tip of the finger on her lower Up and fed it into her mouth, sucking appreciatively as it entered. Karen let her hand go limp. Daphne took charge, her mouth working the finger back and forth, her tongue lolling round and round it as it moved inside her mouth. Her cheeks were hollowed in, her lips pursed out as the finger left her mouth.
"Oh, Karen, I'm so hot and horny! You almost made me come. Are you gonna leave me high and dry?"
"Dry?" Karen quipped, feeling Daph's pussy. "You're dripping wet, you little blonde slut! But there's one more course before you graduate."
Daphne's eyebrows lifted.
"You've gotta learn to fuck, dummy!" Karen giggled. "Which is why we have this dildo. C'mon, baby, lay back and pretend I'm Tom and that you're about to get the big banana shoved up your juicy little cunt! Mmmmm, I know it doesn't compare to that sweet fat cock of his, but we'll make do till the real thing comes along...."
"Huh?" Daphne said.
Jesus! Karen thought. I didn't mean to let that slip out, at least not so soon. When in doubt, punt, or in this case, cunt. She put the dildo down against her own pussy, the base rubbing her shaved, hot cuntal lips, and she knelt between Daphne's outspread legs.
"I'm a guy with a hard-on," she announced, her lush tits and sweet nipples belying the statement. "And I wanna fuck you so bad I've got cum leaking out my ears. Spread your legs, baby, and you call me Tommy if it turns you on." It would me, she thought.
She came down onto Daphne, one hand holding the dildo in place, the other stroking Daphne's tits and face. She kissed her brother's wife, tried to kiss her like a hot horny man. Daphne responded warmly, her slim body writhing and twisting as Karen bore it down on the blanket. Karen tried to guide her dildo into Daphne's pussy, but Daphne was still a little uncertain. Her tongue slipped into Daphne's mouth, and Daphne started to suck, and at almost the same moment Karen fed the dildo into her sister-in-law's fuck-hole.
Daph was tight, but Karen had worked her well with fingers and tongue. The pussy gates yielded, a bit reluctantly, but they were only reluctant until the head of the dildo was actually inside her. After that it was Steam City. Daphne gasped, a gurgling inhalation that almost sucked all the air out of Karen's body. Karen pulled her mouth off Daphne's, dragged breath back into herself, and she shoved hard with the dildo, burying it in her sister-in-law's wet pussy. She held onto the base, and she yanked the object in and out, her body hammering into Daph's as she fucked the wailing blonde with the rubber cock.
She'd never fucked a woman before. It left her feeling weird, in a way. Was this how a guy felt, riding her own hot body? Daphne's tits jiggled beneath her own, and her hips jerked and twisted. She had done a great job of turning the blonde on, and all she had to do now was fuck the living shit out of her. A steady wrist on the dildo was all she needed.
The base of the thing kept hammering against her own cunt, stimulating Karen's clit. She couldn't believe how turned on she was--even more, she suspected, than she had been last night, sneaking some fucky-sucky with Tom on the porch while Daphne slept through it all.
Her mouth sought Daphne's, and she could tell from the flutter of lips against her own that she had done it, that she had fucked Daphne right to the bursting point. Two or three more stabs and the blonde would turn to orgasmic jelly beneath Karen. Karen thrust, once, twice, three times.
Again Karen plunged the dildo, shoving it so far her fingers lost their grip and the thing was swallowed into Daphne's cunt. Daphne humped her pussy up against Karen's belly, pussy hitting pussy again and again, and Karen felt the same hot excitement flowing through herself.
She wanted to come, needed to come, but first she had to help Daphne get off. Help? Jesus, she'd fucked the bitch raw! She'd eaten her ass and her pussy, taught her how to wrap her lips around a stiff prick and suck it dry of cum. How much more help could she be? It was fucking time to get herself off. She glued her pussy to Daphne's and let the come vibrations hammer onto her own pussy, Daphne's wet juices mingling with her own every time their pussy slices rubbed together.
"Oh, God," Daphne said, "is that what it's really like? To come, I mean? I've made myself do it with my fingers, but it never felt like that! Jesus, Karen, I feel like you've given me birth or something!" She put her arms around her husband's sister and hugged her tightly, tears of joy rolling down her cheeks.
Karen leaned down and extracted the dildo from Daphne. She sniffed it, then licked it dry of Daph's pussy juices. Daphne giggled as she watched. Then the blonde looked at Karen.
"When we were getting ready to fuck, you said something kinda strange, Karen. About Tom. I don't want to pry into your personal life. But we're not exactly strangers now, are we? And, well--"
Karen smiled and leaned back. She held out the dildo, and Daphne took it. "The class isn't over yet, Mrs. Mason," she said. "Now you have to fuck me with this thing, just the way I fucked you. I think you'll enjoy it. I fucking know I will! And while you're getting me turned on for some of that fucking, I'll tell you a very naughty, very sexy story. It's all about an older sister, who had the cutest little brother you'd ever want to see anywhere. He was horny, all the time, like all teenaged boys. But his big sister was just as horny too, and one day they discovered something very exciting they could do with each other to make some of that horniness go away...."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tom had spent half the night wondering if he should go on his fishing trip, without Daphne, leaving her alone with his sister. He was concerned about what Karen might do, might say, if he weren't there. But he had to chance it. And anyway, he rationalized, the sexual aspect of his marriage had gotten off to such a fucked-up start that he probably wouldn't be much worse off than he was now if Karen did spill the whole story, if Daphne got so sickened and disgusted that she swam back to Baltimore and filed for divorce immediately.
One of these days he was going to have to kill his older sister, if he ever wanted to be free of her.
Trouble was, she was such a spectacular fuck. Last night, on the porch, she'd milked him dry twice, sucked cum out of his cock that he didn't even know he had inside him. He'd never had his prick in anyone who made him feel as alive as Karen did, when he was fucking her...
The fishing boat left him at the landing when he returned, and he walked up the bluffs to the cabin. At least, Karen would be gone. And he was going to have to try to figure out how to get himself and Daphne onto the same wavelength sexually. He couldn't stand another fuck-session like the others. It made him sick to think how he was using her, when it obviously turned her off so much. He took off his boots and opened the door. "Jesus!" he gasped.
Karen was lounging on the sofa in the living room. She was stark naked, and she was playing with her tits.
"Where's Daph?" he said.
"She just left for a walk," Karen said. "I don't think she'll be back for half an hour or so --that's what she said. God, where can you go in half an hour on this island, anyway? But we are alone. Would you like to fuck?"
"I thought you were leaving," he said, coming a little closer.
He could smell her hot pussy. Her shaved cunt looked slick and wet. She opened her legs a little so he could see the pink between her cunt labes. She saw that he was looking, and she reached down and spread the cuntlips. Her fingertip puddled in the juicy meat of her pussy.
Tom's cock began to twitch and get hard inside his pants. Why did this always happen when he was with Karen? Ever since they were kids. She would show him her cunt and he had to stick his prick in it. Was it her fault or his?
She reached up and put her hand on his cock-bulge. "You're getting stiff," she said. "You always do, for me. Take it out. I want to lick your prick and suck it. I may even let you stick it in my pussy, but you'll have to be very nice to me, to make up for being so nasty before."
She wouldn't be talking so loudly, so dirty, if Daphne were in the house. God, all he needed was for his innocent young wife to come through the door and find him with his cock in Karen's mouth! But Karen licked her lips, and she waggled her tongue at him, and his prick hardened to full length. Karen reached for his zipper and tugged it down.
"Take it out," she suggested. "You have to do some of the work, too, sir."
He pulled his stiff prick out. She took hold of the tip and he stepped toward her. She didn't lift her head. He had to stoop a little and bring his cock down to where she could reach it from her semi-prone position. His back began to ache at the strain, but then her tongue went into action and all he could think about was the way she licked his hard prick.
He watched his cock slide into her mouth. She smiled with her eyes as she sucked on his hard-on, her tongue busy inside her mouth. Her saliva engulfed him; she was really hot and juicy for his cockmeat, and he had to admit that the feel of her lips wrapped around his prick was totally soothing and comforting.
"You, uh," he said, "you didn't tell Daphne about, uh, me and, uh, you, by any chance?"
She slipped his cock out of her mouth, her lips remaining close to the bubble-covered cock-shaft. "Me? Tell our dirty little secrets to a stranger? What do you take me for? I didn't even tell Mom and Dad that you were slipping me the cock two or three times a day all the while we were kids."
Her mouth worked up and down the outside of his prick. He fished his balls out through the fly of his pants so she could lick them, too. The zipper tab was painful against the back of his ball-sac, but he didn't mind, as long as Karen continued to anoint his prick with her loving hot mouth. She cupped his balls after licking them, and she started to work on his cockrod again, swallowing his fucker in a dozen horny gulps, each of which made him want the bitch to get the load of cum she craved.
She drew back, licking her lips. His prick stuck out, wet and hard.
"That was nice," she said. "But I really must be going. The boat will be coming by to pick me up pretty soon."
"What about this?" Tom croaked, indicating his stiff prick. "Aren't you going to do anything about it?"
"Oh," Karen said, a frosty bitchy glare in her eyes.
She stood up and leaned over the back of the sofa, coming to rest on her knees. Her pussy was wide open. She reached behind herself and spread her asscheeks, too. Her finger tapped the pink rosebud of her asshole.
"You wanna stick it up my ass, maybe?" she suggested. "Really, Tom, I think you've made it clear that you don't want me in your life, now that you have Daphne. Okay. I realize that you've outgrown our special relationship. I know that I have to let you go. I'm letting go. Right now. Don't fall, without my hand to hold on to."
She turned around.
"Karen," he said, "it's not just that I have a hard-on which is killing me. I know how much our fucking means to you. And it means just as much to me. I thought I could get along without you, but the more I think about it, the more I know that I can't. I love Daphne. But I love you, too. Karen. I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you. Even if it costs me Daphne, I can't give you up. I've thought about it all day, and I knew I had to tell you somehow, sometime. Last night was magic. With you, it's magic everytime."
"I've tried to tell you that for years," she said softly, standing up and folding her arms around him. They eased back onto the sofa, Karen reaching for the belt of his pants. As he came atop her, she yanked his trousers down to his knees, freeing his cock for action. Her knees lifted and he moved into the saddling warmth of her pussy, his hard prick fumbling about in search of her cuntal opening.
"You weren't lying?" she said.
He shook his head.
"I believe you," she said, and she took hold of his cock, guided it to her cunt.
She moaned as his prick entered her and he began to fuck into her willing pussy.
He rammed her deeply, and her pussy ate his cock-thrusts and begged for more. She was full of wetness, her cuntal walls scorching hot around his cock. She was so red hot he felt as if his cock would burn off inside her before he could dump his cum-load.
"Let me be on top," she said.
They managed to turn around, without breaking the cock-pussy connection, and she wound up mounted on his loins, bouncing high and hard, her cunt swooping down to swallow his prick in gluttonous passes that filled her cunt hole with throbbing cockmeat. Her juices ran out of her pussy, collecting in the hairs from which his cock thrust. She was so wet he wondered if she was pissing herself in excitement. If she were, he didn't give a shit. He grabbed her tits, manipulating them as he fucked her, and she kissed the back of his hands, urging him to maul and squeeze her throbbing tits.
"We've gotta hurry," she said. "What if Daphne catches you with your cock inside me?"
"We'll face that when--if--it happens," Tom said. "Damn it, Karen, don't try to force me to make choices! I can't! I want Daphne so much it makes my balls hurt, but I want you, too!"
She stretched out upon him, opening his shirt so her tits could rub against his bare chest. The hair tickled her tits, just as the hair on his cock tickled her shaved pussy. She was giggling crazily, moving her tits from side to side so they could frolic amid his chest hairs, her pussy rising and falling on the stiff pointed shaft of his hard cock.
"Want you to suck me," she said. "Suck me while I'm wet and hot from your cock friction in my pussy! Will you do that, Tommy? Lick me hard, make me come while I ride your face? And then I'll get your cock off so big, so juicy, it may burst!"
"Put your pussy right here," he said, tapping his lower lip. "I'll fuck you deeper, even, with my tongue than I can with my cock!"
She scooted up his body. He grabbed her ass and pulled her atop his face. She moaned as he split her shaved cuntlips and jammed his tongue straight up her hot pussy. The juices were oozing down her cunt channel and his tongue slopped into them, scarfing the stuff greedily as her pussy gushed. She squealed, ramming her cunt down upon him, sucking more of his tongue up her cunt.
She leaned back, and his tongue slipped out of her cunt. He licked straight toward her asshole, and she tipped back even farther so he could get at the heart of the matter. He pried her asscheeks apart and worshipped her with his tongue, lapping her shitter as hungrily as he'd slurped her cunt.
"Yes, lick my ass!" she encouraged. "You fucked it, you can eat it too, little brother!"
But it was her pussy that really needed attention, and she shifted around so that he could get his mouth back onto her cunt. This time he went for her clit, which needed no stimulation, just attention.
He sucked her nugget-sized clit, rolling his lips on the hot hard button of ecstasy.
Karen squealed and came hard, banging her pussy onto his face. But Jesus, she needed more than just that one little come! She pulled her cunt labes open and moved them toward his mouth, found his tongue out and at the ready. As she climaxed, he began to lick the inside of her churning pussy again, and she felt another shudder of release race through her cunt.
"Let's eat each other," she husked. "I need to feel your cum splatter my mouth while I juice you with my cream!"
The contact was broken for a moment as she turned around and eased her bare pussy down onto his face again while she got his cock in hand and aimed it at her mouth. She worked her tongue up and down his prick, stopping every few seconds to moan and purr and shiver as his tongue intensified her own sweet climax. Juice was churning out of her pussy as if it were a grapefruit that had been sliced in two with a machete. His mouth plunged into her cunt hole, eating the stuff as she oozed it.
She took his cock deeply, sucking him all the way to the root. The come made her moan, and the vibrations shivered around Tom's cock. She knew he enjoyed the feeling as much as she enjoyed giving it to him. And if he was telling her the truth, he seemed to be finally coming to his senses about his relationship with his sister. They were blood of blood, flesh of flesh, sister and brother, lovers. Not even the acquisition of a wife could change that.
The taste of his cock in her mouth told her that she had her brother back again. She sucked harder, faster, anxious now to eat his jism.
She had had at least three orgasms, and another was coursing through her cunt. She could hardly keep her mind on the task at hand, the eating of his cock. Her mouth caressed him, but she kept stopping in her sucking to moan out the joys of her own climaxes. His tongue rammed up her pussy, spurring Karen to yet another come, and then he started to lick her asshole, smearing it around and around with the juices he'd sucked out of her orgasmic pussy. His fingers spread her ass flesh and he wiggled the tip of his tongue into her shithole, much gentler than the cock he'd shoved up her ass at the reception.
She gurgled around his deep-throated cock-rod. She'd never tasted a cock that was sweeter, hotter, made her pussy ache as much as her brother's cock. And to think, she'd almost lost him!
"Karen!" he moaned, his tongue momentarily idle in its appreciation of her asshole's delights. "Now, Sis, nowwwww!"
And with that, his cock began to squirt hot cum into Karen's mouth. Ooohhh, fuck, this was what she had sucked him for! But she was so excited, so juicy, so worked up, she hardly had the presence of mind to drink his spurting cum-load as it poured into her. She wiggled and waggled her tongue, playing in the fountainy flow, but cock cream oozed back out of her mouth and dripped down her chin. She scooped cum up with her hand and fed it back into her mouth, but she just giggled again and it came dripping back out, as viscous as honey.
He lay back, groaning and moaning and panting as his cock continued to squirt cum. He must have fired off seven or eight blasts of hot cock cream, but the last few were just dribbles, bubbling rather than gushing from his cock. Karen nursed his prick, her lips sliding stickily up and down, her tongue flogging him, keeping him hard and rigid against her mouth.
"I wonder if we have time to fuck again," she said, stroking his cock in her fist. "Before Daphne comes back, I mean. It would be sooo awful if she caught us doing this, wouldn't it, Tommy darling?"
The front screen door slammed.
Both Karen and Torn looked up.
"I guess I'm back a little earlier than you counted on, aren't I?" said Daphne.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Oh, shit!" Tom said.
Karen moved off him. Her face was coated with his cum. She made no effort to wipe it off, nor to cover her naked body. Tom started to pull up his pants, but he set his mouth grimly and sat down, still bare to the knees, his cock sticking up at an impudent angle.
"I go out for a walk," Daphne said, "and I come home to find you and your sister sucking each other off. On our honeymoon, no less! Tom Mason, I hope you have an awfully good explanation for this shit."
Tom's eyebrows lifted. He'd never heard Daphne say shit before, and there was the slightest trace of a giggle in her voice as she sounded the word. He looked at Karen. Was the bitch smirking? And was it because she'd hoped Daph would catch them? Or could there be some other explanation? He looked at his wife, at his sister.
Daphne was gorgeous, as always. She wore a halter top and a little summer skirt that came halfway down her long smooth legs. She looked sexy as hell. Her tits were braless inside her halter, and the points of her nipples stuck out against the terrycloth material. She tapped her foot impatiently, looking at Tom with eyes that glared.
"I was going to tell you," Tom said. "I really was. This is something that's been going on most of our lives. I thought I would stop it, but I found out I can't. Karen's my sister, and I love her even more than a sister. I can't stop fucking her any more than I can stop breathing. If you can't live with that, Daphne, I guess we're finished, aren't we?"
Daphne nodded. She came toward the sofa, her skirt switching around her legs. "I guess we are finished, if I can't live with that," she repeated. And then she flipped up her skirt, held it up for a long second, and dropped it back again. And she started to giggle uncontrollably.
Tom did a double-take. "What the hell?" he said. He reached out, lifted his wife's skirt. "I'll be goddamn!"
Daphne was pantyless under the skirt. Sometime since last night she had also shaved all the hair off her blonde-furred pussy. And sticking out of her exposed, pink pussy gash was the end of what Tom had no doubt was a medium-sized rubber or plastic dildo. "Surprise, surprise!" Karen laughed, collapsing against him.
She put her hand on Daphne's thigh, let the fingers walk up the bare smooth skin, onto the newly-shaved pussy mound. She stroked the length of her cunt slit, and she took hold of the object that protruded an inch or so from Daphne's cunt, slowly pulling it out of Tom's wife's pussy. It sure was a dildo, Tom noted, and it was dripping wet.
"We've got the real thing now," Karen said, taking Tom's cock in her other hand. "I drained him, but he was never a one-time kind of guy. And, mmm, the sight of that sweet little pussy of yours, Daphne, is making sure that his cock stays big and hard. Whatta you say we gang-bang this dude and show him that his life has suddenly turned twice as nice as it was before?"
Daphne unhooked her skirt and let it slide down her long legs. "I thought we'd never get around to the fucking," she said, dropping to her knees in front of Tom. She leaned into his lap and started to lick at his cum-coated cockrod. "Mmmm, what did you do, baby, stick this in a jar of mayonnaise? I hope you saved a little of the good stuff for me, though! I feel like drinking some hot cum, myself, this evening."
Tom's eyes were big as silver dollars as he looked at Karen. His wife was slurping the spilled jism off his rod, smacking her lips as she ate cream from his rigid flesh. Only yesterday she'd acted as if she were going to barf when he came in her mouth. Her mouth slid over the end of his cock and she worked her head up and down in hot, horny little passes.
He smelled a rat. Someone had been giving her lessons, goddamn it! And nobody sucked a cock like that, but...."Karen?" he said accusingly. She drew back her lips and gave him a big smile. "Isn't she enthusiastic?" she said. "My first pupil. I should start giving lessons professionally, don't you think? Karen Mason's School of Fucking Arts and Crafts? Learn at the feet of the Mistress of Pleasure. Mmmm, Tommy, why don't you lie back and enjoy it? Daphne's worked very hard all afternoon to make this just right for you, and me, and her too. I think we're all going to have a very good time together."
Ten minutes later they were all outside, sharing a big blanket spread on the grass. Karen had bought wine and snacks from the house, and Daphne had Tom's cock in her mouth again. It was amazing how she was taking to the act of eating prick. She giggled and laughed as she sucked her husband's cock, and she was keeping him rock hard with her newly trained lips and tongue. She sucked a lot like Karen, but it was natural for a student to imitate her teacher. She would get her own tricks and knacks eventually. Unless she realized that she was already following the best example she could possibly find anywhere, anytime! Karen felt absolutely no modesty as she watched her teaching at work. Of course, it was difficult to feel modest when she was stark naked in the light of early evening, with the sea wind caressing her body.
Karen had the dildo. As Daphne stretched out naked, sucking on Tom's cock, Karen leaned down and applied her tongue to the crack of Daph's pussy. Tom's eyes got really big when he saw that. Karen just winked.
"We're all going to be very good friends from now on," she said with a smirk, and she thrust her tongue back into Daphne's freshly shaved pussy. There was still a slightly menthol taste from the shaving cream, on the flesh, and it made Karen's tongue tingle hotly. She reached down as she licked, fingered her own pussy.
Daphne's cunt was dripping wet. She'd walked around all that time with the dildo stuffed up herself, keeping her little pussy pie warm, and it had paid off. She tasted funky and hot. Nothing innocent about the taste of this cute little cunt! Karen's tongue roved deeper. She flexed her fist around the dildo, brought it up to the ready. As her tongue caressed Daphne's clit, she pushed the dildo into the blonde's hot little fuck-hole. Daphne squealed around the cock she was sucking, but she humped with her pussy to meet the thrust, and the dildo sank into her velvety soft pussy hole.
Karen began to work it in and out, fucking Daphne with hard rubber. She looked up at Tom.
"Does this guy give you any ideas, sport?" she asked innocently. "Maybe of the sort that involve sticking something much nicer, tastier, and harder--not to mention bigger--up this selfsame little pussy hole? Go to it, Tommy. She's your wife, for Chrissakes! Fuck her hot little ass off! I wanna see you fuck her!"
"Yes, yes!" Daphne said excitedly, lifting her head from Tom's cock. "I wanna fuck you, Tom! In front of Karen! I want to see your big cock split my tight pussy! I want her to see you make me come!"
Tom grabbed his wife, kissed her passionately, smearing her cock-wet mouth all over his lips. His eyes glanced at Karen, and she smiled encouragement. She had the dildo in hand and was tickling her own pussy with it. A substitute, of course. She'd have the real thing soon. But, after all, it was Tom and Daphne's honeymoon, and she was just a visitor. Daphne deserved the center stage, at least for right now. How often did a girl get to be a brand-new bride, discovering the delights of fucking with the man she loved?
"Let me be on top," Daphne giggled. "That way, Karen can see how your cock slides up into my tight pussy. Mmmm, it's so tight, Tommy, but it's also soooo hot and wet. C'mon, put your finger in it and see. Oooooh! You're making me even hotter and wetter!"
She straddled him, throwing one long leg across his body while she reached underneath herself to capture his hard cock. He held her by the waist while she lined up his prick with her cunt gash. Karen heard her gasp as the tip of his cock entered her, and she hesitated for what seemed an eternity, fucked only by his prick-knob.
"God, it's so much bigger than the dildo," she said, looking over her shoulder at Karen. "I don't know if I can take it all!" And then she made a sly smirking face. "Let's find out!"
Daphne slammed herself down, fucking all of Tom's cock up her hot tight pussy. She wailed as she rocked atop him, full of his prick, but she didn't even attempt to get off.
At the same moment, Daphne rammed down, Karen fucked the dildo into herself. It was almost as if Tom were fucking both his women at the very same time. True, though, the dildo was nothing compared to the real thing. But she'd had it in her already, and she'd sucked it off, too, and she could wait her turn for the bona fide cockmeat slab while Daphne got some enjoyment out of it. She began to fuck the dildo in and out of her pussy, delighted to find she was just as creamy as she'd been when she'd climaxed all over her brother's face.
It really was the only civilized way to settle things. And Tom had been so adamant that he had to break with his old life to enjoy his new one. The dumb ass! He could have the best of both worlds. He might never have had a piece of Daphne's ass as hot as the one he was getting right now, if it hadn't been for a little help from his sister.
Daphne was getting into it now. Hard to believe she'd been as rotten a fuck as she'd described to Karen on the beach. Karen watched the prick fucking into Daphne's dripping pussy, saw the squirt of juices as Tom fucked her, heard the blonde's hot little moans of pleasure as she rolled about atop her husband, eating his cock with her cunt. Tom's balls jiggled madly as he fucked his wife.
And they owe it all to me, Karen though smugly, fucking her own pussy with the rubber substitute cock. Wasn't so bad. She could watch Tom fuck Daphne and pretend she was getting it, herself. It made the dildo-fuck much more interesting.
She began to ram the dildo, matching Tom stroke for stroke. The rubber cock felt almost alive in her pussy. She half expected it to erupt suddenly and squirt her guts full of real, blistering cum. She clutched at her tits, pinching the nipples, which were already rigidly erect and throbbing with lust that matched the blossoming passion of her clit. She eased the dildo out of herself, teased herself again, all the way from clit to asshole. For a moment she even considered jamming the dildo up her ass, but she was counting on taking Tom's cock up that hole, maybe while she fed the hot meat of her pussy to Tom's pretty young wife. Instead she just ground the tip of the dildo against her asshole, then brought it back up to soak more wetness out of her juicing pussy hole.
"Oh, God, yes, fuck meeee!" Daphne squealed in a high-pitched shriek. No faking. The yummy little slut was about to come, her pussy full of Tom's hot cock.
Karen fucked herself again with the dildo, shoving the rubber cock all the way up her pussy, almost losing it inside herself, as she'd done while fucking Daphne with it on the bluff.
"Gonna come!" Tom moaned.
"Yes, come in me!" Daphne gasped. "Fuck your jizz up my pussy till it comes out my fucking ears!"
She rocked hard atop him, swaying madly so that her pussy gobbled his twitching cockrod. She was a heartbeat from orgasm, herself. And, even as she twisted and writhed, it hit her and she jerked upright with a gasping cry, then threw herself down upon Tom.
Karen rose to her knees, still dildo-fucking herself, and she crawled toward them. Daphne's ass was bobbing so fast she could hardly get a grip on it, but she laid her cheek alongside a buttock and felt the vibrations of orgasm flow into her. She watched the piston-like fucking of Tom's cock as she snuggled, as she dildoed her pussy, and she gave a cry of delight as she saw his cum begin to flow viscously down his cock, oozing out of Daph's pussy almost as fast as he shot the stuff into her.
Karen's tongue itched. She leaned toward the fuck-spot and she started to lick everything-- Daphne's asshole, her cock-split cunt, the cum-covered shaft of Tom's cock. She sucked down to her brother's balls, worrying them with lips and tongue, tasting the jism as it oozed down to clot around the base of his prick. The dildo moved faster and faster, but she knew it wasn't going to bring her off, not the way she wanted.
Tom's cock bounced out of Daphne's creaming pussy. A spurt of cum shot into the air, landed on his wife's ass. Karen lapped it up, then stuck her tongue into Daphne's pussy while her fist entrapped Tom's cock. She started jerking rapidly on his well-fucked prick. She stuffed his prick into her mouth, sucking hard at his cock-knob. Her lips folded around his cockmeat and she sucked, she chewed, she nibbled his cock. He moaned, and he even made an almost-falsetto noise when she bit down on his prick, which was still hard.
"Got something for your big sister?" she asked gruffly.
Daphne and Tom both looked up, and then at each other.
"We owe her so much," Daphne said. "I want you to feel free to fuck her anytime you like. Unless, of course, it's at a time when I want to fuck you. In a case like that, your wife comes first. But I think you have enough cock to go around, big boy. C'mon, now, let me see you fuck Karen! I've never seen a guy fuck his sister before. Mmmm, my pussy is getting all hot and excited again!"
"I thought there was just one woman like Karen," Tom said. "It looks as if I lucked out and found two of the same kind."
He rose to his knees, his prick stiff in his sister's grip. She kissed him, stroking his fucker, and then she went onto her knees in front of him, her ass sticking up.
"Dog-style?" he said. "You always liked that."
"Not dog-style," Karen giggled, patting her ass. "You got me hooked on this stuff. I want it all the time, from now on. Put that cock right here." And she touched her tiny pink asshole.
Daphne squealed and clapped her hands. "Fuck her in the asshole, Tommy!" she encouraged. "Oooh, this is getting soooo wild and kinky!"
Karen still had the dildo in her pussy. The end of it was sticking out of her shaved cunt. Daph reached underneath and took hold of it. She gave the dildo a twist, then shoved it home. Karen gasped and her ass lifted toward Tom's waiting cock. Daphne withdrew the dildo and pushed it more gently.
"Maybe I'm getting too excited," Daphne said. "I think that shove was a little bit rough."
"You think that's rough? Wait'll he sticks that thing in my ass." Karen laughed. "The finger I had up your butt was nothing compared to Tom's cock."
"Jesus," Tom said, "you've turned my innocent little wife into a hot-assed slut! I think I love her even more than ever now!" He brought his stiff cock to bear against his sister's asshole. "I hope this doesn't hurt."
"Aaaahhh!" Karen wailed.
She was ready and willing, but there was still that wild, agonized moment as her asshole spread around his cockhead. Then her ass ring gave way, and Tom's cock fucked in. Her eyes rolled as he rammed her ass deeply, then came back for another plunge.
"I fucking love this!" Karen said hoarsely.
Daphne began to prod Karen's pussy with the dildo. "Now you're getting it from both ends," she said. "You know what we oughta do? We oughta find ourselves a couple more guys. Then we could both get it in both holes at the same time. And if we had two or three more guys, we could even suck cocks while we were getting double-fucked. Doesn't that sound exciting?"
"I've done it!" Karen panted. "It's not bad."
"Well, I'm not sharing my women with any other guys," Tom cut in. "So you can just knock off that talk right now. If this cock can't keep the two of you creaming, you can use your tongues on each other. Something tells me you've already tried that."
Daphne blushed. "Just a little," she said. "It was part of my lessons."
"Watch this, and learn something new," Tom suggested.
He put his hands on his sister's ass and fucked his cock into her, a dozen times in rapid, hard strokes. Karen screamed gleefully at each stab, and she worked her ass back to meet his cock-thrusts. Her pussy was full of the jabbing dildo wielded by her sister-in-law. She didn't know whether to come, shit, or go blind.
Daphne jerked the dildo out of Karen. "I know something better," she said.
Daphne went onto her back, scooting underneath her husband's sister. She licked upward, her tongue caressing Karen's dripping hairless cunt slit, the swollen marble-sized clit. Karen gasped and smeared pussy juice onto Daphne's face, rubbing her sister-in-law with the wetness of her hot pussy. It was true. Daphne's tongue was a lot better than a dildo for heating up her cunt. The slim little blonde was learning fast. Another day or two, and she would be almost a rival to Karen, as far as fuckability.
"Yes! Yes! I'm commming!" Karen shrieked.
Tom's cock kept ramming her hot tight asshole, and her clit erupted against Daphne's tongue.
"Oh, Jesus, take it out! I can't stand anymore!"
Tom pulled his cock out of Karen's asshole. He came free of her, then thought better of it and thrust suddenly, ramming his fucker straight back up her ass before she could clench her ass muscles. She really screamed that time! But he only stroked her twice more, and then he eased his prick out again. His sister collapsed onto her belly, twitching and moaning.
"Don't put that thing away," Daphne said, rising to her knees.
"You mean--" Tom asked, hardly believing.
Daphne blushed again, but she was smiling. She turned around, next to Karen, and she presented her round little ass in just the same way. Reaching back, she spread her asscheeks so that her little rosy asshole was exposed.
"You know where it is, I think," she smirked.
Karen sat up just in time to see Tom's cock fuck into Daphne's ass. Her eyes enlarged. So did Daphne's. The slim blonde screamed when her ass was fucked, but she didn't ask Tom to take his cock out.
"Fuck me!" she urged. "Just like you fucked your sister!"
Karen cupped Daphne's hairless pussy, squeezing hard. The clit was stiff and hot in her palm, and the cunt labes dripped juice. She worked a finger into the opening and tickled it round and round inside. Daphne shivered and squirmed her hot ass on Tom's prick.
"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!" Daphne moaned. "I've never felt anything like this before in my life! Fuck me, Tommy! Fuck my ass with your big cock! And make my pussy cream with your fingers, Karen! Oh, Jesus, what a honeymoon!"
What a honeymoon, indeed! Karen thought with a smile, her fingers deep in Daphne's pussy. She hadn't lost her brother at all. She'd gotten him back, and she'd gotten his delicious little wife, to boot. Who could ask more of life than that?
