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"Please untie me," Linda said, unable to take the torture of watching Richard fuck Carla any longer. "I. I want free."
"Sure, baby," Richard said, almost casually. Without moving away from Carla, he reached for his knapsack and withdrew a pocketknife. He cut the bonds at her right wrist, then gave her the knife. "You can do the rest yourself," he added.
Linda cut herself free and pulled herself to the side of the bed. Slowly, she stood, then grabbed for her clothes. As she dressed, she blacked out the groans of pleasure behind her.
Dressed, she stumbled from the room and through the front door. She tripped down the steps and into the late afternoon sun squinting her eyes. The air smelled pure and delicious.
She ran home, tears in her eyes.
A short while later, she stood limply in the shower, washing the aroma of his body from hers. She threw her head back and let the water run over her breasts, form streams down her stomach. She cleaned herself all over, trying even to wipe the memory of him from her mind.
She stepped from the shower and heard a low, baritone voice. She whirled quickly, thinking hoping it was Richard. Suddenly, her brother walked down the hallway and stuck his head in the room.
"Hi, Sis," Mike said. "Have a good time?"
"Yes," she said uneasily. Hadn't he been worried?
"Who is this Carla character, anyway?" he asked. "I never heard you mention her."
"Carla?" Linda asked, confused.
"Yeah, the girl you spent the night with," he said. "That is where you were, isn't it?" he added.
"Oh… yes, sure," Linda answered quickly. Richard had certainly covered all bases. "I… I just left, uh, Carla," she said.
"I sure missed you," her brother said. "You miss me?"
"Of course, silly," Linda said, toweling off. "What girl wouldn't?"
"Hey, you look different," Mike said, letting his eyes play over her damp body. "Can a girl grow up over night?" he kidded.
"I'm beginning to think so," Linda said honestly. She did feel older, wiser. And she'd done more in twenty-four hours than most girls do in a lifetime. "What did you do while I was gone?" she asked, stepping from the shower.
"Want the truth, or shall I lie to you?" Mike grinned.
"Mmmmm, lie to me," she said, moving toward him.
"I sat around the house and thought about you every minute," he said, crossing his fingers in front of his face. "Got any spare minutes now?" she asked, dropping the towel. "I might be able to work you in," her brother laughed, reaching for her upturned breasts. "Oh, I think I'd rather have this thing working in me," she said, rubbing her fingers over the thick mound of his crotch. They embraced warmly, then kissed, letting their tongues dance like mating snakes. Slowly, Mike pulled her toward his bedroom.
Linda flinched, but not from excitement. She loved her brother, sure, but he was… well, too tender. She wanted to be taken, savagely used.
Like Richard had done.
Like Richard was doing to Carla… this very minute.
"I… I want it!" she cried out, her voice hoarse with desire. "Oh… give it to me!"
Mike shucked put of his clothes and then pushed her to the bed. He knelt between her legs and lowered his face to her burning, glistening cunt. Carefully, he slipped the tip of his tongue inside the puckered hole and nuzzled his nose into the damp patch of golden-red hair.
Linda closed her eyes and felt her pussy ache like it never had before. Suddenly, all that had happened seemed like a dull memory, like it hadn't really taken place. Coldness engulfed her like a fog, causing her to shiver.
"Like this, don't you?" Mike gurgled, thrusting his tongue in and out of her swollen pussy. "Mmmmm, I like it, too, baby."
Linda wrapped her legs around his shoulders and locked her ankles together. She then humped upward, trapping his face between her thighs. She placed her hands at the back of his head and began rocking back and forth.
"Lick me, you bastard," she gasped. "Fuck fuck me with your hot tongue."
Mike smacked away happily, gently.
"Harder! Make… it hurt!" Linda begged.
"Oh, no, baby," her brother, said, pulling away and looking through the bush of cunt hair. "We had it your way last time. It's my way. Slow and easy, real gentle."
Linda couldn't imagine greater torture. It was like meeting the best looking guy in the world and having to settle for a limp handshake. Or sucking off a guy who was wearing a rubber, for God's sake!
Her throat began to ache for Richard's massive, stabbing cock. She ached to feel it jab forcefully between her tonsils, to experience the pressure as it tore her lips apart.
"I… I can't take it!" she gasped. "Faster please…"
Mike ignored her request. Instead, he licked in and out of her pussy with even slower movements, just barely darting over the slick, fluttering membranes. He certainly didn't want to pop his nuts like he had the first time. It was just too quick.
"Mmmmmmm, so sweet," he murmured, pulling the loose folds of skin away from the opening and nibbling down on her clit. "I… I could eat your sweet pussy like this all night."
Linda resigned herself to his gentle, easy assault. She lay back, then let her legs slide from his shoulders. And in a way, it got rather boring. At times she would become excited, but then it would fade, leaving her empty. It was only when she thought about Richard that she felt anything.
She began to hate herself for not responding to her brother, the man who had taken her cherry. At last, she closed her eyes and tried to recreate that scene. His cock had plunged inside her, tearing at the delicate membrane.
"Ohhhhh," she gasped, remembering when it had happened, she was thinking of Richard.
Richard, again.
That… mother fucker!
Now she hated him. Why wasn't he here? Why did be let her go?
The memory of his hard, throbbing cock burned in her mind. She opened her mouth and sucked the imaginary shaft into her throat. She groaned again, feeling her passion mount.
"Oh, baby sister, I love your pussy," Mike gurgled, lapping his tongue in and out of the curly, peach-colored fuzz. "I… I can't wait to stick my prick in here."
"Do it… now!" Linda cried out, struggling beneath his huge, hulking frame. "I… I'm on fire!"
Slowly an eternity for Linda he licked over her stomach, then damped his lips around her tits. He took the rubbery nipples between his teeth and barely nibbled, causing them to itch all the more. Finally, he kissed to the hollow of her throat, then to her mouth.
Linda thought her body would explode waiting for that massive cock to dip into her pussy. She felt it throb against the insides of her thighs, crawl upward. When it finally nudged her puckered opening she flexed her muscles, gobbling him deeply inside.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she screamed, clawing at his back with her nails. "Now… hard! Screw me, you big bull!"
"Hey, take it easy," Mike laughed. "You act like you're going crazy."
"I am," Linda gasped. "And if you don't fuck me… hard, I will go crazy."
Mike thrust inside her cunt, held himself there for a long while, then slowly withdrew. As he moved upward, lifting his ass, Linda went with him, sucking with her muscles. Even some of the loose skin of his balls slipped inside her cunt hole.
"Shit, baby, your little cunt is like a fucking mouth," Mike grunted. "Slow down. We got all fucking night."
Again Linda tried to rein, but found it impossible. Each time his cock entered her it was a tease. Each time it slipped toward her opening, it left her hungry for more. She bit her lower lip until she tasted the salty flavor of blood.
"Ohhhhh… God!" she cried out finally, her insides churning with aching desire. Her climax began buildings showering her insides with warmth. Higher and higher her ecstasy went, until it almost peaked. Suddenly it faded, then began to build again. "Fuckkkkk!" she wailed, feeling sweat dampen her underarms, her neck.
"Take it, sweetheart," Mike said, slowly easing in and out of her pussy. "My precious, sweet… baby."
Linda fell back exhausted, unable to respond any longer to his fucking. It was like trying to diddle herself through steel mesh.
As she closed her eyes and ran her hands over his back, she felt his cock move a little quicker. His shaft began to grow harder, buzz with life. As it did, her own desires were rekindled. She began moving with him.
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"Ready for some hot cum?" Mike grunted, fucking faster. His ass was a blur, his muscles tightening. "I'm… ready to blow it out your ears…"
"Give it to me, you bastard," Linda shrieked, grabbing his ass. "Fuck me full!"
When she felt the end of his prick explode with creamy warmth, her own orgasm shot violently into her guts. She rocked back and forth, then slid her feet up under her ass and jerked upward, lifting him off the bed. As her cunt crushed fully down to the hairy root of his prick, she at last felt what she had wanted to desperately.
Wave after wave of anguished ecstasy swept through her body, causing her to scream out wildly, tear at his back and ass with her fingernails.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuckkkkk meeeee!" she shrieked, her body flinching with delicious ecstasy.
"Screw it… in," Mike grunted, plunging his bursting cock wildly into her hole. He felt her pussy muscles suck like a starving mouth, eat him further inside. "Oh… shit yes, baby. So… fucking hot and… and… unh…"
Suddenly Linda felt her cunt swell, then her thighs become warm as his cum oozed from her opening. She squeezed her knees between his legs and rubbed her thighs together, hearing the juices smack. Slowly, they seeped to her asshole, leaving her even more excited.
"Now… my ass," she cried out, pushing against his chest. "Fuck me hard in my shitter."
"Hey, wait a… second," Mike grunted. "I… I'm not finished here yet."
He finally gouged the last of his cum into her cunt, then collapsed against her body. His breath was warm and damp against the side of her neck, his groans causing her flesh to tingle.
She lay beneath him for a long while, waiting for him to pull away. When he did, she quickly straddled his middle and lowered her butt down on the underside of his prick. As the film of greasy cum stuck to her flesh, she felt her guts constrict. She flinched and dug, her nails into his sculptured chest.
"Can I have it now?" she asked with begging eyes. "Please?"
"You're gonna burn yourself out before you're seventeen if you don't watch it," Mike said, half-serious. "You're too… intense. You ought to learn to slow down and enjoy it."
Maybe he was right, Linda thought. She had been experiencing. Pleasure lately like it was going to evaporate before her eyes. Still, how did one learn control? Assuming, of course, one wanted to.
She suddenly knew she'd rather go out in a flash, than die like embers.
"I just want it," she said, grasping his cock and thrusting it savagely into her shitter. As the pain hit her because she wasn't ready – didn't want to be – she felt an almost identical sensation she'd had with Richard. "Oh. God, this is the way I want it!" she yelled.
She began bouncing up and down over his body like a crazed animal, her head thrown back. Then, when her climax began boiling inside her guts, she threw her hands behind her body and pretended they were tied with ropes.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she shrieked, her organs hitting her brutally, deliciously.
Caught up in her hungry lust, her brother began matching her moves. He shoved upward each time she banged her body downward. Then, when his own climax was just seconds away, he half sat and burrowed his face between her flopping breasts. He chewed and nibbled on the delicate flesh, pulled the nipples over the roof of his mouth.
"Fuck it… God… fuck me!" he groaned. His loins were burning more with agony than pleasure. Her shitter was sucking too hard on his cum, causing his balls to ache, like they were being crushed in a vise. "Oh… shit…"
His jism boiled up the center of his shaft, relieving some of the pressure, but it was like her insides were gobbling the blood from his veins. He fell back, panting, exhausted.
Linda, however, was wild with pleasure. Her shitter, bathed in his creamy gobs of cum, was throbbing, pulsating, melting against her cunt. She cried out over and over, her tortured moans filling the room.
At last, she fell in a heap over his body, her eyes fluttering closed. God, it had been good. Almost as good as…
She wouldn't allow herself to think about Richard any more. It just hurt too much. She let herself relax, then molded her body over her brother's limp form.
Their breathing became more rhythmic, then easy, as they slept, his cock firmly planted inside her asshole.
Two hours later, Linda awoke with a start. She was alone, and it was dark outside. She shook her head and sat up on the bed, noticing her brother's scrawl on the back of an envelope. She picked the paper up off the nightstand and read it.
"Tried to wake you," she said aloud, "but you were dead to the world. I'll be home late. Don't wait up for me. Love, Mike."
She showered again, blotting all thoughts out of her mind. Then, as she dried off, her lips tightened into a straight line. She dressed quickly and left, moving in, the darkness toward the abandoned house.