For the next few days Jo stayed as much to herself as she could. It was hard for her to look into her brother's face, afraid he would see her thoughts. Even with Lisa, Jo acted cool and detached. She attended her classes, slept later than usual, so she wouldn't have to face them, and at nights she spent hours walking up and down the beach.
After Lisa and Jim had gone to bed Jo tried not to listen to their lovemaking. Every time a sound of a squeal drifted into her own bedroom she felt twangs of jealousy.
Was she totally a lesbian? She didn't know and now she was afraid to find out. She enjoyed watching through a window or a keyhole seeing her brother pound his gigantic cock into his wife, but she didn't know now whether or not she would enjoy having the same cock pounded into her own tight hole.
A few nights later she was feeling restless; more so than usual. Her loins boiled and she needed relief, in the worst way.
She rarely drank anything alcoholic, but if ever there was to be a time, this had to be it! Quickly, Jo uncorked a bottle of wine and poured herself half a water glass full. She took a sip, then another, of the mellow liquid, as a pleasant burning sensation spread out from her stomach. She poured a little more into the glass and went to stretch out on her bed.
Thinking of Lisa's lush body, Jo felt tinglings warming up her cooze, spreading through her body. She forced her mind then to think of her brother, Jim, and his massive' cock. If Lisa's tongue had given her so much bliss, then shouldn't Jim's cock, so very much larger, give her that much more? But he might be rough with her; could she stand that? she wondered. Could she stand having him treat her like a whore?
She sobbed in frustration.
Then, abruptly, her mood changed and she was overwhelmed by burning resentment. What the hell was wrong with her anyway? Why couldn't she let her own brother use her body, if he wanted to!
She jumped up angrily and went to look at herself in the mirrored central panel of her dresser. Ever since she was a little girl she'd been told how beautiful she was but had never paid much attention to the compliments. Being beautiful didn't seem to really make much difference in her case. Now, she examined herself as if she had never seen herself before.
Her face was beautiful, she decided at length, its pale delicate oval set off by the satiny reddish-brown hair which arched to a perfect widow's peak on her high forehead. She studied herself then, sipping a little more of the wine. She decided that she had nothing to be ashamed of… on the contrary… and, as for her body…
Her mind jumped back to the scene on the beach she had witnessed a few nights ago, with the shape of Lisa's nakedly voluptuous body hunched down on all fours on the sand-it was etched indelibly in her memory. Before she knew what she was doing, Jo had pulled off her dress and brassiere and was cupping the full warm globes of her breasts up toward the mirror. Then she turned sideways, making them swing back and forth in profile as Lisa's had done.
They were almost as large and firm as Lisa's, the younger Jo decided, though her aureoles and nipples were of a different shade. She pinched them, watching them grow erect in the mirror, with an immediate rush of sensation and a tingling up between her legs far out of proportion with what she was pretending to be doing. If I had Lisa here, I wouldn't have to be doing this to myself, she thought dejectedly, pinching them again, but harder. God, what a dummy I am! Her nostrils flared, her parted lower lips seemed to swell and fill out, and the expression in her clear eyes, usually so diffident, grew suddenly bold, almost brazen. Then, almost surreptitiously, her hands left her breasts and roamed down her tautly rounded belly to the elastic band of her panties.
Completely naked now, and with another glass of wine in her hand, Jo faced herself in the mirror, appraising the symmetrical lines of her slender waist curving out into graceful hips. She let her hand drop to the soft dark silken vee nestled up between her firmly curving thighs and tentatively slid her finger in toward the eager bud of her clitoris, surprised to find that the sensitive hair-lined lips of her vagina were already dripping wet. "Cunt," she whispered to herself. "Cock." With startling clarity the image of her brother's huge penis reappeared, seeming to almost float in the mirror next to her face, as if she had evoked it magically… and she saw her own mouth open blindly toward it… and her wetly trembling lips form in an ovaled sucking ring just the way Lisa's had done.
My God, what's happening to me! she faltered again. It had seemed so real, for a moment, the… penis… so solid… and her mouth had turned toward it the way a sunflower follows the sun!
Mechanically she placed the empty glass on the dresser, and the sharp click it made as she misjudged the distance brought her to her senses. Why, I'm drunk, that's all!
Dreamily, she reinserted her outstretched finger in the moistly heated furrow of her cunt and began to caress and tease her little bud of sensual delight. The flames of lust licked higher and higher in her loins as she methodically massaged her pulsing little clitoris, pinched the nipples of her breasts, and sensually stroked the silken skin of her inner thighs. God, she wished she had a thousand Lisa's to be doing this to her!
With sudden urgency she went to the far side of the room and brought back a comfortable chair. Placing it in front of the dresser, she sat and leaned back, propping the calves of her widespread legs on the edge of the dresser itself. With one slender foot she tilted the central panel of her mirror on its pivot until the whole dark shadowy crevice up between her legs was visible. She gazed in awe at her own wetly glistening pussy-lips, half-parted as if in anticipation.
Then, with a delicious sense of perverse abandon and a virtual maelstrom of sensual excitement swirling in her loins, the young hot Jo reached down and slowly pulled apart her cunt-lips until her vaginal entrance was clearly exposed and the little red jewel of her clitoris glittered beckoningly at her. With a Mona Lisa smile, Jo reached her slender arm down between her outstretched thighs and began to gently stroke her pussy hair, teasing herself before actually touching her moistly waiting cunt. Her fingers teased and twirled in the soft reddish pubic curls of her little pussy, tracing downward to graze lightly against the inflamed coral nub of her clitoris. Oh, that's good! She flinched against the electric sensations.
One palm cupped her roundly prominent mound of Venus then, her long-nailed middle finger lying lightly in the tender vaginal crevice without entering, the tip of I her nail gently scraping the quiveringly erect bud of her clitoris. Little shudders of lewd pleasure rifled through her belly, causing the juices of her pussy to flow increasingly. She began to rub the entire length of her outer labia, slightly dipping her finger into it, teasingly. Then, entering slowly to the first knuckle… only to withdraw, repeating the entire process over again… a little deeper each time, until her finger was embedded to the palm of her hand in her hungrily accepting pussy. Oh, that feels sooo gooooood! If only it were Lisa's tongue, or Jim's cock!
Her other hand continued to maul and tweak the puffy nipples of both her breasts teasing the tips outward, pinching them between her fingernails in time to the delicate sensations below. Her mind reeled again with the hot lascivious thoughts she was having… thoughts of Jim and Lisa engaged in their sexual act… the luscious Lisa… the big-cocked brother… his long, long, enormous penis… no, his cock. Oh, God, what would his cock feel like? How I'd love to have his thick hard cock in my pussy right now… fucking me… hard… hard!
Jo slid down a little further on the chair and spread her legs even further apart than they already were. Her free hand never ceased its fondling of her breasts and nipples, pinching them tightly and sending bolts of pained sensuality through her that mingled with the boiling, churning thrills coming in from below.
She was going to come! And she knew that it would be a sweet and searing release, like nothing she had ever experienced before… not ever! Her nakedly voluptuous body was tense now, and her heavy breasts jiggled like gelatin as she sawed her finger in and out, faster and faster. Suddenly, she needed more! It just wasn't big enough!
Quickly, she added one, then another finger to the one already inside her frothing pussy. She glanced up at the mirror at her slavishly postured figure, and it thrilled her to see her three fingers disappearing up inside her body like a make-believe cock, and she shivered lustilly from head to toe as they stretched her cunt-lips obscenely wide. Her hips undulated wildly now, hunching forward like those of a mating mink, her tender pussy-lips clinging to her fingers like the tongue of a lathing cat on the outstroke.
A lewd relaxation came over her then, as with wanton will she never realized she possessed, she relaxed her tensely tightened vaginal muscles as her hips pumped back and forth. She shoved her glistening fingertips all the way up her pussy and wiggled with delight from the pleasurable feelings it gave her.
She stared in fascination at her nakedly crouched body with her huge milk-white breasts savagely jiggling.and quivering in tempo to her lustful masturbation. Below, her juices leaked incessantly into the material of the chair. Closer… closer!
It began as a ripple, then grew into a massive convulsion, as she felt an electric warmth grow outward from her pussy until her entire body trembled with anticipation. She tensed, gasping, her back arching, her breast quivering… she was coming!
When it was over she moved back to her bed and fell exhausted across it.
Meanwhile in the next room, Jim Davis was taking a shower. While he was under the stinging water, his wife Lisa had changed into some special clothing she had ordered from Fredrick's of Hollywood. Both Jim and Lisa liked kinky sex ideas. This time her special outfit for the evening was a transparent lounging set-long billowing crotchless pants, and the briefest of tops-a vest-like garment that left little to the imagination. She hadn't shown it to Jim yet but she knew that he would be pleased… if he ever got out of that fucking shower, she thought.
Tonight, even more so than usual Lisa felt pure animal, pure female, and she' loved every minute of the time she knew she would be having shortly. She giggled to herself and a little shiver of delight passed through her stomach as she thought too of Jo. She knew that if she made enough noise that Jo would spy on them, her eye would be glued to the keyhole and Lisa wanted to make sure that Jo got to see everything; then when it was all over, maybe, just maybe she could talk Jim into fucking Jo, his sister, so she could watch. Now a huge shudder of lewd pleasure erupted throughout her body, causing goosepimples to appear on all her bare skin.
"Hurry, Jim," she called out. "Please hurry and come in here and fuck me!" She knew it would be loud enough for Jo to hear. Now, the very thought of Jo watching and of Jim taking her, spreading her thighs, and hammering his hard cock long and deep, inside her belly, was exciting. She cupped her breasts as she sat on the bed, examining the nipples, slightly startled at the way they suddenly began to harden. She moved back so that she could lean against the headrest and looked down at them and tweaked the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers until they were fully enlarged. It was overwhelming for her, this manipulation of her sensitive breasts, just the way it always had been. Some women, she knew, weren't aroused by their breasts being touched, others were teased only if their nipples were softly stroked, but Lisa had always had nerve endings more exposed than most; sometimes even wearing a blouse sent waves of delicious feelings soaring through her.
Now, as she stared down at the golden globes jutting from her chest, she was doubly excited by the realization that soon, very soon, her husband would be placing his hands on them, caressing them and kissing them hotly… with a low mewl of passion, she let one hand slowly move down from her breasts and down her flat plane of stomach, down to the bareness of her pubic area, then out around her thighs and buttocks, then dipping once more to the lips of her pussy.
Closing her eyes against the bright light in the room, she let her fingers open the swollen, moist bare lips, part them and slide in, finding her trembling clitoris waiting and eager. She circled the quivering bud, spreading the rising juices in a slow caress, and groaned softly between clenched teeth as her probing finger felt its way to her open, wet cunt-hole.
Her thighs widened to her squirming touch, and she pinched the tender pink skin of her vaginal lips and mouth, luxuriating in the sharp pain as her hips jerked upward. Then, she jammed her fingers into her hungry pussy, and pressed herself tightly to the mattress as she masturbated, writhing and twisting, her thighs pumping in time to her plunging fingers. The cords of her neck stood out and the mattress squeaked as she lashed and bucked with the fever of her sexual urgings.
"Oh my… Oh myyy, Oh shi-tttttt!" she moaned. She felt like a panther, rubbing herself this way, and she knew that if just the thought of Jim's fucking could do this to her, his real lovemaking tonight would be absolute heaven. "Oh God, hurry, Jim!"
Suddenly, as if in answer to her thoughts, her muscular tall husband with his full brown hair and ruggedly handsome face entered the room. He glanced down at her on the bed, and impulsively, she let the sheet that semi-covered her fall away from her body, and stretched out, letting his eyes feast on her golden thighs and breasts and legs.
"T-that's some outfit you're wearing this time!" he stammered in astonishment.
"Do you like me, Jim?" she cooed sweetly.
Jim swallowed tightly, then bobbed his head up and down in the affirmative. "Shit, yes! You know as long as we've been married you're always coming up with. something that makes me feel like I'm gonna fuck you for the first time."
She grinned, then raised one leg and let it part so he could see the bareness of her pussy-lips, still slightly damp from her fingerings and her teasing of her swollen vaginal lips.
"You like all of me, sweetie?" she asked in a husky voice. Little butterfly sensations flitted in her stomach as she saw the effect her display was having on her husband. She licked her lips. She felt so wicked… so delightful.
Jim Davis stared in lustful excitement at the breathtaking sight of his young sexy wife stretched out so wantonly on the bed. "Lisa," he whispered hoarsely. He dropped the towel he had wrapped around him and stepped quickly away, leaving it in a puddle at his feet. His cock began to thicken with pulsing blood, hardening from the lascivious sight of his wife smiling lewdly up at him.
He sat on the edge of the mattress and gazed at her. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, the sensuous, squirming details of her golden nakedness resplendently clear, from her succulent beige-pink nipples downward to the delicate mound of her pubis beneath the slightly sloped plane of her abdomen.
"Do I please you, husband?" she breathed. Her hand was encircling his waist now, and slowly slid over his hips and thighs and into his loins.
Jim groaned aloud with the sensations of his wife's feathery touch as she reached out to grasp his cock and pull him down beside her. Instantly, his prick leaped into full, raging erection. Her hand was around it now, tenderly stroking it up and down as only she could, and then she took his heavy testicles and softly rolled them between her fingers.
Lisa beamed up at him with a lewd smile. "So you like what I'm doing?"
Jim didn't answer right away; he was thinking about his sister in the next room. Finally he said, "Do you think she's watching?"
"Shhh," Lisa answered, trying to keep her lips from moving. "I know she is."
"Good," Jim answered, his lips frozen, too; "then our plan is working, we'll have us a threesome yet. You really think she's acey-ducey?"
"Shi-it, man, I know she's ducey, wow, do I know it."
"Our plan will work then."
Suddenly, not even their plan mattered to Jim just the plunging of his aching cock into Lisa's delightful pussy. He reached for her his hand slipping gently into her shimmering blonde tresses and drawing her head to him. Their lips met momentarily and then broke apart, reaching out but not quite touching. He drew her closer, grasping her lower lips between his teeth and pulling the moist, soft flesh into his mouth.
"Oh. ohhhhhh," she murmured as he sucked on her full lips.
Lisa felt a tingling shock run icily through her. Her darting tongue wedged beyond his lips, back inside, over the roof and across the front of his teeth, caressing… always caressing. Jim leaned forward, his momentum carrying them both back on the pillow and he crushed his mouth harder against hers, his arms pressing her to the pillow. He lifted himself up and rolled, half-sitting, so that he was beside her.
Lisa lay excitedly back against the smooth cotton sheets, her arms wide and her legs slightly spread. "Yesssss, Jim," she whispered softly, her dark lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her eyes. "Now!"
In passionate silence, Jim ran his hands over her throbbing breasts and down her belly, into the soft flesh folds of her cunt where moments before she had played with herself. Lisa moaned, her body alive to his caresses. His hand swept down her front again, caressing her tits, sliding over her smooth, rounded, yet firm belly and into the bareness of her pussy. His fingers traced the mound of flesh that rimmed her slice. She groaned, trying to close her legs on his hands, to pull him in, God, anything! Lisa unclamped her legs now, tried to hold her breath, waiting. She sucked it in till her chest hurt and her brain went woozy from lack of air, and Jim was fondling her pussy with greater and greater involvement, his fingertip flirting with the smooth tight lips of her gash, and her lower body began to undulate and twitch. "Goddamn you," she moaned, releasing her breath. "You're going to drive me insane."
"Hey Lisa, let's fuck on something different this time. Uh, how about the table here?"
"The card table? Will it hold us?"
"Sure it will. Hell, I can sit on it and it'll hold me up."
Lisa shrugged. He pulled her up, swiftly undressed her and almost dragged her to the table, shoved her head and tits down upon the smooth leatherette top. It was cold against her bare skin. Her ass was sticking out and up. Jim stood behind her, his cock bulging; it had grown enormous.
His hand stroked her buttocks, traced the deep cleft, zeroed in on her unprotected snatch. She moaned in terror as his fingers began to assault her from behind, and she started to buck and twitch. His fingers slipped inside and there was a cold clamminess in her armpits, a sense of wonder just behind her eyeballs. "Please," she sobbed. "Fuck me!"
"I'm going to, here on this table." he said. "You don't seem comfortable. Maybe we'd better go the traditional route. So let's try for a replay of our wedding night, okay? Only this time I expect more than a fuzzy glove wrapped around my cock. I want a bare cunt. A real live bare, shaven cunt. Your cunt, Lisa. I want to feel you fucking me back. I want your legs around me like a spider web, I want to hear you moan when I sock into paradise. 'Cause, baby, that's what I'm gonna do!"
"I am uncomfortable… "
"Well, then, my sexual wench, I'll move you. Okay?"
She didn't have time to answer. He swept her up and carried her to the bed where he dumped her. The large double bed was already rumpled and Lisa knew achingly that it was going to get a lot more rumpled.
Lisa humped in one corner of the bed, legs drawn up, her twat showing plainly, enticingly. Jim grabbed her ankle, pulled her across the bed, then he sat down on the edge, still holding her foot, and slid his other hand up her thigh, onto the bare mound of her cooze.
"Pulsating," he observed, "with anticipation." Then he threw himself forward, onto her supine body.
His face burrowed into her cowering crotch, Jim noisily kissed her twat. With his fingers he split her pussy and licked his way inside, tongue picking up speed as he raced over the slick purplish-red flesh of her vulva. He found her clit and assaulted it furiously, whipping with his tongue until her button peeked out to see what the hell was going on. Lisa felt it, felt the shudder run up her body, followed immediately by the heat-oh, God, the heat! She dug her fingers into the bed sheets and she clawed, moaning, "Ohhhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh!"
She tore, she ripped, she pawed, she panted and she whined, but still Jim drank at her trough. His tongue flailed round and round her stiffening clit, scurrying lower to steal into the winking mouth of her watering hole. Sweat began to pour across Lisa's forehead.
"Tasty cunt," he complimented, smacking his lips… It was a vulgar gesture and she knew that he intended it to be one. His face moved a little lower down her twat, and now his thick lips were brushing her clitoris. Lisa's eyes threatened to pop from their sockets. It was like nothing she had ever imagined, the sensation of his lips slipping and sliding across her button. She husked a cry and her fingers tore through the sheet they'd been clasping so tightly. Her pussy began to lubricate, not gradually, but in a flooding river of woman juice.
It must have touched his chin, those trickling juices, because she heard him chortle and then his tongue was ramming up her hole, followed closely by two or three of his fingers. Lisa screamed and tried to kick her legs in the air, but she was powerless to move, as impotent as if he'd tied her down before setting about to rape her body.
He whipped her clit with the end of his tongue and she knew that there was no possible way she could hold back anymore. Her body was going to come. She was powerless to prevent it. But she would fight as long as she could so she could retain the tremendous passion she now felt.
His fingers filled her tight sucking twat. Lisa knew how to snap her pussy around his cock and milk him dry and now his fingers were getting the benefit of that tip-top conditioning. He flexed inside her, made her shake and shudder and whimper, and her pussy ate him greedily. Her pussy couldn't tell the difference between fingers or cock.
Jim continued to fuck her with his fingers and to lick up the hot juices that were overflowing her drippy crack. Again and again his tongue sloshed across her, and he opened her gap as widely as he could, slipping into her vulva with his nose and his chin.
Lisa's nostrils twitched nervously. She could feel the simmering excitement in the pit of her churning stomach.
Jim's fingers stiffened inside her, fucking into Lisa as if he had a cock in his hand. She screamed, tossed, bucked, and then she was coming and it felt as if it would never stop coming. Her body rocked and twitched in the throes of her orgasm and hot sticky juice leaked from the mouth of her snatch. He'd never been this good before, she told herself.
Jim's hands and mouth continued to ravish her unwilling but orgasmic pussy, allowed her to fog out all else but what he was doing to her.
His fingers worked in her twat and she moaned again, an unwilling and agony-full moan, but God, it felt so good, so good down there, the lips of her pussy raw from lust and arousal, the juice sticky wet all over her genitals. His tongue, sloshing wickedly through her cunt froth, tickling her budlike clit, working through the folds and crevices of her privates. And his fingers, stroking at her. Gentle fingers, really, she decided, not nearly so animalistic as they'd been at first. It was almost as if he were starting to make love, rather than taking his pleasure in rape.
What came next? She couldn't remember. The bed creaked and Jim was kneeling on it, his cock enormous, towering, like a, battering ram that jutted from his loins and the patch of hair at the base.
Lisa sat up, eyes bulging. Had he always been so big? He must have been, but she couldn't remember anything in the state of bliss she was now in.
She clutched at her breasts, staring at the gigantic prick. Big, swollen, with a glowing ruby knob the size of both her eyeballs put together. A slight curve up the jutting length, as if he were beginning to form himself into the shape of a crescent. "Oh, my God!" she uttered.
Her voice died away in a trembling whimper as he moved toward her, his cock full erect, the tight scrotum flesh clinging lewdly to the huge stones of his testicles. They jiggled beneath his lancing dong. Lisa took a deep breath, but her lungs refused to fill up. She felt as if she were strangling.
"Lie back down," he said. "Flat on your back." He straddled her chest, his hips settling down upon her shaking tits. His flesh was hot, nearly as heated as her aroused nipples. He pressed down upon Lisa, grinding his ass against her chest. Her hips.twitched and she moaned again.
He was already angling his cock down, toward her mouth. "Suck it, Lisa. Open your pretty little mouth and suck it." He grinned, and pushed the tip of his dick against her lips.
His cock tickled her lips and she trembled, and before she knew it her lips had parted ever so slightly and the end of Jim's rod was flush against her teeth and she felt" tears of lust in her eyes. She unclenched her teeth and Jim thrust hard into her mouth, filling her with the bulk and heat of his stiff, sex-tasting cock. She gasped, summoned her courage, and then she began to suckle him, enthusiastically, her lips working-and she knew he was enjoying it.
He grabbed the sides of her head, lifting her slightly from the pillow, and humped his cock into her mouth for what seemed an eternity. He was true to his word… The head of his dong slipped into Lisa's throat.
He tasted salty, like ham, she decided, and when the end of his cock brushed the tip of her tongue, she could taste the faintest sampling of the jism that was already starting to leak from his pecker. His jizz? Once she'd have been ready to puke at the thought of sperm in her oral sanctuary, but that was a long time ago, and another Lisa. She'd sipped gallons of sperm since the first time she'd tasted Jim. It did taste good and she loved to drink it.
"Suck harder, baby; I think I'm almost there," he was telling her. "Jesus, I… uh, Christ, you have a mouth and a half. Feels like two chicks giving me head at the same time. Suck in your cheeks. Vacuum me. Mnnn, yeah. Suck it. Do it tight. I won't break! Give it all to me, Lisa, baby!"
She sucked, her tongue moving in circles around his thrusting cock.
"Wowee, Lisa! I'm making it… here it comes! Wow! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
And, his dick began to pump hot thick semen into her mouth. The first gush of Jim's semen went right down her throat, and she gulped it without a thought. Her lips tightened on Jim's cock while he kept squirting and gushing, his hands fierce and possessive on her head, and she was drinking his semen, allowing it to pulse in viscous gobbles down her throat and into the pit of her churning belly. Her mouth tightened and sucked, and each time she pulled another spurt of come that poured into her sucking mouth.
When her lower body began to jump and twitch, Jim reached around and, without warning, stuffed one of his fingers-the middle one, to judge from the feel-into her raw, itchy cunt!
She lurched and bucked under him, almost swallowed his stiff rod, right to the balls, and he fired the last salvo of his wad directly down her throat. His tool throbbed and pulsed against her tongue and when he came out of her mouth he was still hard as a rock. He tapped her mouth with the wet slimy end of his pecker and announced, "Okay, Lisa, now we've gotten the preliminaries out of the way-let's fuck."
She moaned, her throat gurgly and full of jizz, and his fingers worked savagely in her pussy. Lisa moaned and writhed, and she realized that soon he would be fucking her with that monstrous cock. Semen dripped from her mouth and she was trying to tell Jim to hurry. Jim eased off her, still using his fingers in her cunt, and he kissed her sticky mouth. His tongue grazed the sensitive rims of her lips and she shivered violently on the bed. She wanted him to fuck her and fast!
Her creamy sating skin was a lamina of hot desire. God, how she wanted him to fuck her! Her body cried out to be loved totally… as he was doing now. She wanted him to merge with her, crawl up inside her and possess her and quell the raging torrents that were building up in the very depths of her soul from his maddening strokings.
Lisa sensed the dew drops of moisture rising between her open thighs as the exposed hairless lips of her pussy began to spasmodically contract wetly against one another. Jim ran the tip of his tongue around the rim of her ear and plunged it deep inside. Her whole being seemed aflame with a fever of surging senses… Lisa felt she couldn't wait much longer or she would go mad!
"Hurry, husband, hurry!" she begged.
She twisted his hair, pulling him violently over her. "Please! Please!"
The strange obscenity of her passion filled pleas excited Jim to a frenzied, blinding furor. He sensed his cock and balls aching again with blood-filled lust, and then suddenly grow flame-hot as one of Lisa's hands closed like a steel trap over his thick, glistening penis. It pulsed wickedly against the palm of her hand as she slid up and down the hard flesh and, insane with lust, he didn't need further urging. He grabbed her jutting breasts and rolled on top of her, her legs wide and cradling his hips.
The flowering lips of her cunt widened, and she guided his hardened cock to the wetness between her legs, her groans of desperate agony seething in his ear. She rubbed his swollen penis along her open slit and parted the soft, raw lips until his cock was nestled teasingly in the entrance of her vagina. Jim clamped his fingers into the full cheeks of her buttocks and rammed his body downward. His swelling cock disappeared into her pussy with a wet, sucking sound.
Lisa groaned, her golden-tan body tightened into an arch of hardened passion at the initial entry that split the walls of her vagina. Then she writhed under the rising heat of her delirious sensations, her belly squirming. She raised up under the pressure of his fingers, the glistening prick sliding out until-its coronal ridge caught at the Straining lips of her cunt, then surged in again. Up and down, faster and faster… and Lisa's face contorted with passion and her nostrils flared open as her breath burned in her lungs.
Jim felt the smooth raw flesh of his passion-aroused wife's pussy clasp him tightly, and pulse against his pumping shaft until his balls felt ready to explode, and he lost all track of time as the excruciating pleasure rocked through him. He drove deeper and deeper into her vagina with each thrust of his buttocks.
Lisa twisted her head from side to side, flaying her long blonde hair against the white pillow, and rode his cock like a bitch in heat. She drove her hips up, screwing every inch of his cock and routing the huge head around in her seething belly, gasping and quivering from the sensuous onslaught.
A fierce storm whirl winded through Jim as his penis sucked deep in her pussy and battered her cervix. He felt the eruption of his boiling sperm starting deep in his groin, and knew he was about to come… and Lisa sensed it, too.
She could feel Jim's cock swelling and straining against the moist ribs of her fleshy vaginal walls. She begged, "Please, Jim… not yet! Not yet… wait for me… wait, please!" Her legs splayed wider and she bucked and writhed on the wildly squeaking mattress, her loins insatiable. "Now… Harder!"
Meanwhile in the next room, Jo opened her eyes with a start, blinking rapidly in the darkened bedroom. She strained her ears to catch more of the sounds that had awakened her, but everything was silent, save for a muffled kind of talking coming from her brother's bedroom. Shi-it, she thought, they're at it again. She jumped out of bed, landing lightly on the deep-pile carpet in her bare feet. She was wearing her favorite nighty, a pale yellow empire-waisted peignoir with a small green bow bunching the material under her breasts, acting as a loose bra to jut them like display goods on a shelf. Not that she needed support for her breasts-they were firm and resilient like huge fresh fruit. The gown fell just below her thighs; it had once been a set with a pair of matching panties, but after Jo had discovered that wonderful playground between her legs, she made sure that the panties were conveniently lost.
"Yes, Jim! Please fuck me… fuck me!"
The sound was clear now that she was closer to the closed door. A flash of an image came across Jo's mind; they were making love again.
The image of her brother's hard, swollen cock screwing into Lisa's bare pussy welled up in her mind and she trembled with guilt. And yet, she found herself inexorably drawn toward the sounds coming from the next room, her little pussy twitching with lewd thoughts. Then, like a marionette drawn along on, a. set of invisible silver threads, she hunkered down by the locked connecting door, every nerve and fiber of her tender young body on fire from the forbidden thrill of listening in on her brother and his wife in the act of fucking. Her heart stopped and she dared not even gasp. Strange noises continued to flood her ears from the other side, their intensity increasing with every passing second.
"Ohhhhh! I want you to fuck me, Jim; Now! Now!"
Heavy rushed breathing and the staccato sounds of squeaking bedsprings, punctuated by the animal-like groans and moans, blinded the teenager's normal sense of decency and decorum. Goaded to an uncontrollable pitch of lewdness and sexual arousal, she dipped her head down and peeked through the old-fashioned keyhole, little realizing that this was exactly what Jim and Lisa wanted her to do.
The foot of the bed was pointed right at the door and Jo could see the complete carnal scene. Jim and Lisa were making violent love!
She could even see her brother's thick, hard penis disappearing and reappearing in Lisa's creamy bare pussy with each pile-driving thrust and withdrawal that he made. Lisa had her legs spread wide on either side of his muscular plunging body and periodically she would kick them high in the air, then wrap them around Jim's driving buttocks, her ankles locking tightly behind his thighs, pulling him into her lithe, but ripe body with all her strength.
Jo could feel the sweat flowing freely on her young body, trickling down beneath the folds of her yellow nighty. She had a strange sense of not being a part of herself, the shock of viewing her brother in sexual intercourse was that strong on her, and she couldn't understand it-she had seen it so many times before. Down between her clenched thighs her tight, still half-virgin cunt was tingling like it had never tingled before. She thought fleetingly of leaving her room… of going for a walk or something… but she continued to watch with hypnotic fascination, now beyond all rationality.
Jo centered her gaze on the muscles straining out on Lisa's inner thighs as she struggled like a drug-crazed nymphomaniac to get Jim's long, thick cock deeper inside her hungrily sucking bare pussy. Jim was cupping Lisa's naked buttocks with a savage strength that cut red, bloodless lines into the full, uplifted moons.
He squeezed her buttocks together, forcing the walls of her vagina tighter around the thickness of his rigid penis, and Jo studied the thin, moistly glistening full lips of Lisa's pussy as they strove to milk the giant shaft of its strength.
Jo heard the almost-incoherent moanings as the fucking couple thrashed around on the bed. Goaded now to a mind-warping frenzied abandon, Jo brought her hand down along her body and across her thighs to rest against her own tender pubic mound, and then rubbed it back and forth through the silken material of her baby doll nightgown. She could feel the wetness flowing on her thighs and down her inner legs, and she gathered the hem of her nighty, bunching it up along her firm, young thighs, exposing the whiteness of them and the young sparse reddish growth of her pubic hair. Again, she lowered her hand to her pussy mound and began to rub there faster and faster, in a froth of passionate delight.
Lisa's mewls of pleasure were becoming more desperate, and Jo's glazed eyes stayed glued on the lewd, obscene coupling taking place a few feet away. Jo's middle finger slid along her wet cunt-lips and found her clitoris, teasing it with her fingernail, and she felt waves of consuming lust rip through her. She dropped her finger still lower, insinuating it in her now thirstily throbbing vagina, pumping in rhythm to the fucking on the bed while her thumb toyed with her erectly swollen clitoris.
Jo was caught up in the passion of the occasion. She wriggled on the luxurious deep-pile carpet and let her wet thighs open completely, the wet, sucking sound of her masturbation clearly discernible to her ears. Her panting body heaved and bucked from her whipping fingerings. She secreted heavily, more heavily than she'd ever remembered doing while masturbating.
Jim was grinding down faster now, and the groans and howls were furious. He smacked against Lisa, driving her tanned body deep down into the groaning mattress with each mighty surge. The loud slaps of belly against belly, testicles against buttocks, were like claps of thunder. Lisa curled and uncurled her legs in wild desperation around his hips, and both of them were breathing wildly, with rivulets of perspiration streaming down their pumping and hollowing loins.
Jo wanted to scream, to wail as she became delirious with her own maddening passions, straining to hold back the explosion which was threatening to inundate her like a tidal wave. She nearly went out of her mind as she heard Lisa moan, "Please… not yet, not yet… Wait for me, wait for me, please!" And then, after a few moments, "Now, Jim… Harder!"
Jo's breath rasped in her throat. They were going to come! And she was watching it! Frantically, she moved her clitoris, her cunt, her buttocks, her anus with the fingers of both hands, impaling herself as deep as her hands would go.
She was going to climax, too!
And in the other room, "I'm going… going to come, Jim… oh, J immmmmmmmmmmm!"
Jo could almost imagine herself saying that instead of Lisa. She ground harder and deeper, quivering under the pressure, gasping in imminent release. And then, her brother's low cry of climax came as he burst his seeds of lust inside his wife.
Jo watched wide-eyed as the couple scrambled for completion. The wife's golden buttocks began small spasmodic jerkings up tight against her husband's cock. At the same time, Jim groaned above her, and his thick fleshy cock throbbed out its milky white semen, leaping bursts of his come which inundated her vagina and cascaded hotly out from around the wet pink lips of her vaginal orifice.
Jo could see the stream of her brother's ejaculations running down the widespread crevice of Lisa's desperately jerking buttocks and pool thickly on the sheet below. And then, as if by remote control, her brother's coming triggered her own. She strained and stretched her legs out in sudden convulsions and the earth seemed to open up beneath her. Then, she lifted herself off the' carpet in a trembling arch and grasped the bone wall of her pelvis and rubbed it until it was over.