He began pumping, stroking his young cock in and out of her drenched pussy.
She found his asshole with a fingertip and pushed it inside. He grunted with pleasure and pumped his cock in a frenzy.
Joanna groaned with lust. Jerry had the vigor of youth. She loved a hard fuck like this. She hadn't expected he would be this good. The feel of his sliding cock was marvelous. She could feel his balls slapping against her asshole.
Then Jerry reached his climax, grunting and groaning as he shot his load into her pussy.
Joanna cried out, pumping her crotch at his thrusting cock, her cunt spasming as the orgasm overwhelmed her.
Out on the veranda, Laurie gasped and moaned as her pussy gushed on her hand.
CHAPTER THREE
On Saturday morning Ann Barker was still in bed after a restless flight. She knew what the problem was. It was nothing more complicated than lack of sex. After two years as a divorced woman, she was still not used to it. Not used to the absence of a man, not used to the absence of regular fucking. She had a few brief affairs during the past two years, but the simple fact was that most of the time she went without.
Not that she was a nymphomaniac. She never thought of herself like that. If anything she was quite the opposite. Too reserved. That's the problem she thought. If I wasn't so uptight about things, I'd have more men in my life.
What she had now was a horny pussy. Mornings were always a bad time for her. During her marriage she'd become used to a good deal of fucking in the morning, a good deal of hard pounding with a hard cock. And now she had nothing but an empty bed in her brother's house.
You can't live without sex, she thought. You can't spend the rest of your life frustrated and horny.
She was envious of Joanna. Her brunette sister-in-law had Charlie and what seemed, like a wonderful sex life. Ann suspected Charlie was a capable lover, a man who knew how to turn a woman on and finish her off.
She wondered what Joanna and Charlie looked like when they were fucking. You're awful, she thought. It was nasty to think about Charlie and his wife like that.
And of course her nasty thoughts were only making things worse down there between her legs. Her pussy was wetter than ever. She brought a hand to one of her tits and idly toyed with her nipple. She moved the other hand down to her pussy, pulled her nightgown back to get her fingers in the wetness.
Her pussy was shaved. It was something she started before she married. The fine blonde hair that grew down there was hardly visible anyway. And she did like getting sucked. Her ex-husband had often told her how delightful it was to suck a bald pussy. Other men had told her the same thing. A bald pussy made it so much easier to get a man to go down on you. The man seemed to get the idea as soon as he saw it.
I'll have one come and that's all, she thought. She slipped her fingers in to the wet groove between her cuntlips, found her sopping cunthole and gently fingered it.
She had no trouble coming. When the time was right, she used one finger on her cunt and quickly brought herself off.
She yielded again in the shower. She told herself she had a right to settle her nerves. It was not too good to be horny and tense all day. All women's magazines said that masturbation was good for you.
Rubbing the soap back and forth over her shaved cuntlips soon had her turned on again. With a frenzied massaging of her cuntmeat she gave herself another orgasm.
Ann was to spend that day with Charlie looking for a good used car. He'd promised he would drive her around town to a number of dealers until she found what she wanted.
She hadn't been alone with Charlie since her arrival at the house, and as she dressed she felt strangely sexy. Was it the two orgasms she'd just had? Or was it the idea of being alone with her brother nearly all day?
I really need a man, she thought.
Only half dressed, she studied her image in the full-length mirror. Her tits were still good. They were large enough to be an asset, but still firm and not at all droopy. Joanna's tits were bigger and they dropped a bit. Of course Joanna was a different type. She was a brunette.
Ann had always secretly admired Joanna. She thought brunettes were much more sexy than blondes were. More earthy.
Wearing only her pantyhose and shoes, Ann held her naked tits in her hands, turned right and left in front of the mirror, smiled at her image and finally dropped her tits and finished dressing.
An hour later Ann was on her way to town with Charlie in his car. They had a pleasant morning together. They drove from one automobile dealer to the next. And had no luck finding the car she wanted.
At noon they stopped for lunch at a cozy place on the far side of town. They had a few drinks she found herself in a good mood. It was nice to be with Charlie like this. They had always been fond of each other as children and it was good to get close again.
They sat beside each other in a booth. When Charlie put his hand on her thigh as they talked, Ann quivered and remembered how horny she was.
People think we're lovers, she mused. They did not really look like brother and sister.
God, her pussy was wet! Charlie's fingers seemed so close to her sopping crotch.
Then he said, 'You know, if you weren't my sister I'd get a motel room. You turn me on.'
Ann groaned. 'Oh, Charlie, don't talk like that. It's not right.'
'I'm just telling you the way I feel.'
She chuckled. 'Would you really take me to a motel room?'
'Well, if you weren't my brother I suppose I'd go with you.'
'That's the spirit.'
His hand moved higher along her thigh. His fingers probed through the thin material of her dress to find her pussy.
'Charlie!' she hissed. 'Please stop!'
'Hell, there's no harm in it. Maybe we ought to have done this years ago. Put your hand in my lap.'
She refused. She argued with him, but he insisted. She finally yielded and slipped her hand into his lap. She gasped when she discovered he had a huge hardon. 'Oh, Lord!' she purred. 'Did, I cause that?'
'You certainly did.'
She found it impossible to remove her fingers from the outline of his hard cockshaft. She located his cockhead and squeezed it. She could feel the heat of his cock right through his pants. Closing her eyes, she shuddered through a small orgasm as she continued to fondle her brother's hard prick.
'You came,' Charlie chuckled.
'Oh, God,' she moaned. 'We can't, do this. Please stop!'
He insisted, his hand continuing to probe her crotch. She weakened under his touch. His cock felt wonderful beneath her fingers, a hard throbbing tool ready for action.
He still tickled her pussy through the material of her dress, but now his hands moved down and began working its under her dress and along her thighs.
'Oh, no!' she groaned. 'Someone will see us!'
'Don't be a fool,' he said. 'They can't see a damn thing. Just relax.'
If she thought her pantyhose would stop him, she was wrong. His fingers went directly to her pussy, pinching and pulling her cuntlips through the nylon.
'Christ, you're shaved!' he hissed. 'I haven't had a shaved pussy in years. How come?'
'Can't you guess?'
'Tell me.'
'I'm embarrassed.'
'Come on, tell me.'
'I like to be eaten.'
