guess so,” Vic admitted.
“Shit, what do you mean, you guess so? Man, that broad has been screwing all three of us and Ted too! Now ain't that proof she's a no-good whore? Can't that make you admit she digs cock, lots of cock, the more and the bigger and the harder it gets shoved in the better?”
Vic nodded. “You're right. I guess I just don't want to face facts. She's so damned beautiful, so nice, I can't believe a pretty girl like her would enjoy doing those things.” Len leaned over the table and spoke softly, “Today I put it up her ass. Stuck it right in there and she went nuts! Loved it like nothing she's ever had before.” He sat back and confirmed his statement with a slight nod of his head. “In her ass? Her asshole? It fit?” “Like a knife slides into butter. Man, it was the nicest damned feeling I ever had.
Her round buns banging down on my belly and that tight asshole sucking my stick like it was a long, sweet candy cane in a kid's mouth.”
“I don't believe it.” Len stood up. “Come on, I'll show you.
We'll go sneak in on 'em. I'll bet he's got her humping his stick right now. Slamming her box down on it like a crazy lady.” Vic followed Len to the hall and attic stairs. Dorothy brought her surging cunt down to feel the broad- headed entrance of David's swollen cock scrape against her glorying pussy walls. They were screaming with passion, rambling like a constant earthquake around the deep-running pole. David's hips came up slowly and matched her pace with the exactness only wombmates could attain. His cock was a perfect fit inside the hollow between her warm, trembling thighs. When completely inserted she felt absolutely full and he felt totally touched. Together they massaged each other's organs, together they worked themselves into a boiling lather. Her in-sides were like those of a butter churn, bubbling, swirling, washing around the pumping, pulling action of his constantly moving pecker. “Oh, it's so good. So wonderful, the way I feel,” she whispered in his ear.
“I could do this forever,” David replied. “Yes, but we only have a few minutes left. Let's not waste time, let's make each other happy once more,” she groaned with a sensual, hungry twist of her hips. He felt her swollen, soft breasts rub across his chest, the stiff little nipples scratched a path of wanton fire, her lips closed around the flesh of his neck and she bit softly, tenderly, with little, loving nips. David's hips started moving faster, started pumping his rod deep and hard inside the turmoil of muscular fluctuation around her cunt canal. She pressed down, her ass started to clip with pounding speed as his cock slid in and out. The continuous stream of her juices started to increase, streamed along his entering and exiting cock to paint it with glowing slickness.
“Yes!” she cried. “I'm so close! I'm going to… I'm…” She lost her words in a furious gasp for air as the flutter inside her pussy became a forceful, clamping squeeze. Then a nonstop series of rippling grabs traveled the length of the imbedded root, her pussy walls started slamming around the cock, hugging it, biting it, pinching the pleasure- giving hardness of the broiling muscle.
David suddenly clamped his hands on her ass and held tight. His cock was getting ready to explode again, to spray its thick payload deep inside her humping, swimming body. “Now ain't that a pretty picture,” Len said. Dorothy bolted up and looked back. David released her ass and felt the growing pleasure in his balls and cock instantly die. It was true-they had heard right. Standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with cocky, sly grins on their faces, were Vic and Len. “Tst, tst, tst,” Len mumbled. “Here we trusted you for one hour and what happens? Can't give anyone a break these days. Soon as you do you learn the most terrible things about them. Things like a sister and brother fucking, doing unnatural acts with their bodies.” “You bastard!” Dorothy shrieked. “Get out!
Leave us alone! You son-of-a-bitch!” She swung around and David's long cock slid from her juice-dripping pussy. Len laughed. “Listen to the Foul words come from the sweet girl. The girl who commits incest!
You got a lot of room to talk you slut-bitch!” David sprang from the bed and lunged with blind fury at the disgusting throat of Len.
But Len was prepared. His hard fist caught David square in the naked belly and sent him reeling to the floor. Dorothy leapt up and ran to his aid. “Leave him alone! Please! I'll do anything you want! Just don't hurt David!” she cried while cradling his head. A thin trickle of blood leaked from the corner of David's mouth. He spit and tried to get up but Len stepped close and with a venomous snarl said, “One move out of you and I'll kick your damned head in!” He lifted his leg and the thick-heeled cowboy boot in front of David's face made him sink back down. “What do you want?” David asked.
“That's more like it,” Len said. “I want you two to get back on that bed and finish what you were doing. You still got five minutes left.” “What?” David asked with increasing anger. “Get on that bed and finish fucking her or I'll ram this boot right up your ass!” Dorothy grabbed David's arm and said, “Come on, David. We better do what he says.” “What?” David protested. “With them in the room? Like hell I'll…” Len's boot caught him on the side of the face and David was knocked back to the floor. His face felt like a train had hit it, he tasted blood. He knew Len was serious, deadly serious. “Come on, David,” Dorothy urged in a wavering voice. She helped him back to the bed. “You get on your back, wise-guy!” Len ordered. “And miss big-tits can mount back up on you just like before.
And we better see some good fucking! You got four minutes left to show us your jism dripping out of her cunt!” “You goddam bastard!”
David hissed. “Waste all the time you want swearing at me, tough-man,” Len said with a calm voice. “But for every minute over the next four that it takes for you to cream her cunt will mean five nice cracks across her ass with my belt!” “Please! Please do as he says!” Dorothy begged. “He means it, he's a sadistic fiend!”
David closed his eyes and felt her warm body grinding against him. “Forget they're there, pretend we're alone,” she whispered in his ear. “Pretend we're in New York, away from all this, living in our apartment and making love all day.” He forced himself to listen to her soothing voice and felt his cock responding to the frantic grinding of her anxious vagina. She was dreadfully afraid, and so was he. David didn't want to be the cause of that crud's slashing her with his belt. He concentrated on nothing but her soft voice and her soft cunt lips stroking his cock. It grew and quickly became erect.
Dorothy drove her frantic body down onto the stiffness and exhaled. It was up and in, now it had less than two minutes to ejaculate, to cream her or leave her empty and under the cracking leather of the belt.
“See, Vic? See how much they like screwing each other. The way he jams that oversized cock up inside her hungry hole? You see what I mean?” “Yesh,” answered Vic. “She's nothing but a cheap slut and a whore. Any girl who acts like that ain't worth the powder to blow her up with.” “Right. But look at that nice ass and those big, luscious tits. There ain't one damned thing wrong with her body. And it's her body I'm interested in, not her morals. Understand?” Vic nodded again. The vision of her frantically humping pussy sliding up and down David's thrusting, probing cock was exciting him to no end.
He loved the way they worked together, an unbroken rhythm, a dance with constant, merging motions. Deep inside he felt a tinge of remorse, a jealousy, a desire to have the perfect tempo they were so deftly exhibiting. “You got one minute!” Len announced.
“God, please, please, please…” Dorothy moaned softly into her brother's ear. “Swing back and forth,” David mumbled. “Fast.”
Dorothy's lips fell into immediate action, they jerked to the left, then the right. David's inserted cock was shoved forcefully to each side, her sucking internal walls hugged firmly to one, then the other, side of his long rod. “That's it,” he whispered. Then his hips pounded up with a power no one expected, not Len not Vic, not even Dorothy. She grimaced with pain at first, then she sighed, her gash felt a newer, greater sensation as the cock head deftly scrubbed each side of her pounding cunt. It was an extremely exciting dash through the delicate tissue linings, a stroke which threw them into instant rebellion. Her quick, eager response only served to increase David's excitement. His cock was being stroked in an area which received less friction during more formal sex, he could feel his arousal growing, his testicles churning their heavy load. He kept jabbing into her and she never stopped the side-to-side clips of her talented slit. “Fifteen seconds!” Len announced. “Now or her ass will be black and blue!” David lunged up with a full-hearted heave and felt the jism thunder along the ecstasy-ridden length of his cock. It splashed into the welcoming twists of her box and Dorothy cried out with delight. “You did it! I feel it! It feels so wonderful, so good, so warm!” She collapsed forward onto his heaving body and a powerful orgasm enveloped her body. She gasped and jerked with abandon around the spilling tool, cream gushed from her foreskins and drooled like liquid silver down across the rocking sac of pumping testicles below. “He did it,” Vic said with a touch of admiration. “He creamed in her just in time.” “That's 'cause he can't hold it,” Len mumbled. “They call that a premature ejaculation.”
Vic's forehead wrinkled and he looked over at Len. “Where'd you learn that?” “I read books, stupid. Now drag her off him and down to her own room. I'm so horny from watching that I feel like poking her myself.” “Me too,” Vic
