cunt.
He was breathing hard. He choked, 'But Sharon, you set me up with Nancy. It's like she's my girl. You know? I think a guy shouldn't have only one girl at a time.'
'Then go away! Let me masturbate in peace!'
He could not. He bent down to the fork of her raised legs. He thumbed the wet, silky lip hair. It was much darker than that on her mound.
Lowering, he saw cunt drool dribble from their fingers to her white asscheeks. Her thighs were spread now, her feet planted firmly on the bed as she heaved, rolling her hips, writhing on the fingers in her cunt.
The hand jerking his cock now felt small. His organ was, iron, the skin more difficult to move all the time, stretched taut as his cock throbbed out to a fat, curving pink stiffness.
He bent to her inner thigh and nibbled it.
Sharon whimpered, 'Don't, honey. You mustn't. Buddy, that's too good!'
He licked the satiny flesh, mouthing, eating down toward the smell of hot cunt. He reached her mound. He nuzzled the soft bush. Sharon's hand fell away. He swabbed his tongue clown her coral slit.
She screeched. 'Oh, honey! Go boy, go! To my hole!'
He licked her groove, smacking his lips. He probed with his tongue. It slid into her full length, deep into the convulsing hole. He sucked the spill of juice.
He mouthed each big, hairy lip in turn, tugged, shook his head.
Sharon was writhing about now, and pitching about on the bed.
He had to have it. He thrust back, tore her hand from his cock, and climbed over her legs. He reached up her body and cupped his hands on her tits. He mounted her.
'Buddy, you were going to save it for Nancy. You're a bastard. Why did you come in here naked in the first place?'
'You started it,' he said.
She had swung her legs together, shutting off his entry to her hole.
'Buddy, I told you before to go away and let me masturbate.'
'But, Sis, my cock is so stiff…'
'Then don't give me your shit about protecting Nancy. I want her job. Maybe you'll help me bust her.'
'Sis, I couldn't hurt Nancy.'
'Then get off me. Go jerk off.'
'Sis, please?'
She sighed deeply. 'Look, I'll let you slick it into me. But you won't stay in unless you promise.'
Her legs were wide apart now. He could see that her hairy twat lips formed a teardrop shape around the glistening pinkish redness of his target. He jabbed his cock at her hole. The end wedged in. She really was tighter than Nancy. He forged onward. The walls of her vagina seemed to clutch his prick and suck at it. The fit was tight as hell. But his shank soon buried itself in her steamy hole. His cockhead throbbed like about to explode.
'Promise,' she said.
'Promise what?'
'That if I say to piss on Nancy, you'll do it.'
'But, Sis, I can't…'
Sharon slid out from under him like an eel, leaving his cock dripping, chilled by the air. She clamped her jacked-up legs together. From underneath he could see her cunt, the two plump folds of flesh snuggled together. Juice seeped out and drooled down her ass but her outer lips were shut like hairy doors.
'Buddy, do you want it badly enough to piss on Nancy?'
His cock stood up like a wet pink bologna, twitching as he stared at the joined fat halves of her twat. Teasing him, she spread her legs for a moment. The inner, red teardrop was revealed. He groaned as her legs closed.
'All right,' he groaned. 'Anything, Sharon.'
'We'll stand together against the world, Buddy. Nancy will be only an easy fuck as far as you're concerned.'
'Yes.' He pawed at her knees.
She let him part them. He climbed into the cradle of her thighs. Her legs crossed on his back. He lowered himself, hipping in. When his cockhead nudged her wet split he thrust hard, mercilessly driving it in to the hilt.
Sharon moaned loudly in protest, but a second later her thighs vised on him and her heels pounded his ass. She flung her arms around his shoulders and hugged him down.
He was flat on the hot cushions of her tits, his belly to hers, his cock pronging into the hottest, wettest cunt he had ever imagined. He began fucking hard, smashing full into her on each stroke, ramming as though his life depended on it.
Sharon humped up strongly, meeting his thrusts. She clawed his back and her heels continued beating on his buttocks and spine. She bit his ear, moaned into it, licked his throat, at last found his mouth and plunged her tongue into it.
Sucking his sister's tongue, shuddering with passion as he rammed his cock into her sucking hole, Buddy was a roaring flame, the spew of a blast furnace, an iron man rending cunt flesh with the bone between his legs.
She tore her mouth from his. 'God! This is the best fuck of my life. My own brother! Buddy, split my cunt! Punch it through me. I'm coming again. Coming!'
'Again?'
'I've come three times, four tunes. Fuck me, you bastard, you big-cocked whore master, fuck me!'
'Sis, you talk like…'
'Like I'm coming, you cunt lapper! Pound into me!'
Buddy felt that terrible rigidity of orgasm come over him. His cock swelled to a curved baseball bat, arching in and out of her rolling cavity.
He reared up, then bowed his back like a man lifting a log and slammed his body in, whacking her ass and thighs and belly, thrusting his bat in, hearing Sharon shriek, yelling as a gob of cream bowled out through the core of his prick into the belly of his writhing, thrashing, heaving, pitching sister.
A terrible pounding split his head. He was coming all over, shaking, trembling with weakness.
Nancy was nothing. Nancy was just a cunt to shove it into when he could not have his sister.
His second blast was harder to expel, as though stuck in the constricting tube.
'Oh, fuck me, honey!' Sharon sobbed, wrenching her cunt, knotting it on his cock and stripping him out.
He blew off, twice, and yet again into her undulating hole. Then he collapsed, flopping down heavily on her.
He was still panting when she whispered, 'Just us, Buddy. Just us against the whole fucking world.'
Too exhausted to speak, he nodded agreement.
CHAPTER TEN
That evening Sharon arrived at the motel in a pensive mood.
Nancy greeted her from behind the room desk. Absorbed in her thoughts, Sharon was slow to notice the loudness of Nancy's voice, the high color of her cheeks, the unnatural brightness in her dark eyes. Clearly she was bursting with the desire to tell someone how Buddy's big cock had awakened her sensuality.
Sharon could not let her spill it. Nancy must remain unaware that she knew, until the trap was sprung.
She said, 'Nancy, you look terribly pretty tonight.'
'I had a good sleep today.'
Sharon knew that she was about to giggle at her own lie. She rounded the counter and glanced at the key niches. Four vacancies.
She asked, 'Any quickies?'
Nancy, smiling to herself, did not seem to hear.
