prick.
'Why don't you sit up here slid let me eat your cunt for a while?' Doug suggested. 'You've got the best- tasting pussy in town,' he drawled, 'That sounds like fun, darling,' Marcy said, obviously pleased with his praise of her cunt.
Doug stood up, his towering dong jutting out in front of him. He helped Marcy to her feet. When she stood up, he reached down in front of her and put his hand between her legs, clamping his hand over her cunt, right where she wanted his hand to stay.
He insinuated his middle finger between the wet, rubbery folds of her cuntlips. At the same time he rubbed his thumb over the hard finger of her swollen clit. He wiggled his finger up and down in her steaming cunt, sending waves of electrical fire up into her belly. With his free hand he kneaded a boob, biting her nipple gently as he did so. He pushed her firmly but gently toward the sofa, his cock sticking up against her lovely belly.
Marcy fell down on the sofa and sat there comfortably splayed out, her legs spread wide. She opened the lips of her twat with her fingers and pinched her stiff clitoris while he took his cunt-lapping position between her legs. Her cunt was dripping wet, he noticed as he buried his head between her parted legs, playing with his tongue in the hair of her pussy. He moved his tongue down to the lips of her proffered slit, licking all around her cunt mound with the delicacy of an expert twat-taster.
Marcy began to writhe with pleasure, sometimes raising herself up off the sofa and thrusting her hot cunt into Doug's face. He licked the ragged edges of her twatlips, turned on wildly by the sensuous feminine fragrance of her steaming box. He sniffed the heady aroma of her cunt, inhaling it deep into his lungs just as he had the marijuana. The effect was much the same. Then he thrust his nose deep within her cunt, feeling Marcy writhe with the excitement of having her young fucker's handsome head between her legs.
He began to suck the swollen bud of her clit. Each time her sensitive little clitoris left his sucking mouth, she quaked with thrilling sexual agony. She squeezed her legs together, holding his face against her box as if she couldn't bear the thought of his mouth leaving her pussy. As far as Doug as concerned, he could have been trapped in worse places.
He forced his busy tongue deep into her tingling hole, wiggling his tongue against the walls of her drooling cunt. He reached down between his own legs and pumped his cock a few times while he sucked and tongued her steaming snatch. Then he brought his hand, now wet with his own lubricating juice, to her cunt and started finger-fucking her gushing hole. After he had frigged her twat for a few seconds, he inserted another finger and then another and another until his whole hand was stuffed inside her horny hole. He twisted his hand inside her snatch until she could feel his knuckles twisting against the walls of her cunt. Her hole was stretched until it hurt, but Marcy was so horny she wanted to take his whole arm into her throbbing box.
Doug looked up at her, his hand still buried inside her cunt, and watched in fascination as she began to rock back and forth against his hand in a frenzied fucking motion. Her eyes were on fire with lust and her pretty face was twisted in a lewd look of wild depravity. It was just the way Doug liked to see her. Watching her writhing in the heat of mad lust was enough to make him appreciate her for the fuck-heat she inspired in him.
'Like havin' my hand up your cunt?' he asked in a purposefully controlled and matter-of-fact voice.
'Young!' she hissed, wrapping her legs around him and bunching up at his hand.
'Wanna suck me off some now?' he asked, slowly pulling his hand from her dripping cunt.
'Wait! Wait!' she gasped. 'I'm coming! Oh, God! I'm coming!'
Marcy's legs quaked and her entire body trembled visibly as the gathering storm of her orgasm broke within her overheated cunt. Waves of fire swept over her, drowning her deep in a sea of consuming passion. She came fast and violently, and Doug waited patiently for her to ride out the storm before he pulled his hand from her grasping hole.
At first Marcy let her tense legs fall to the floor, collapsing into the sofa, eyes closed for a minute or two in peaceful relief.
'That must have been a good one, baby,' Doug laughed.
'Oh, it was! It was!' Marcy sighed. 'Now let me do the same for you, stud.'
Doug sat beside her while Marcy bent over his rod and started sucking again. She sucked his cock faster and more furiously this time.
The minute she engulfed the head of his aching cock with her hot mouth, Doug felt his load building up. He was so near a violent orgasm anyway that he thought he might shoot off even if she didn't touch his dick.
As he felt the explosion beginning deep in his balls, he arched his back, forcing his stiff tool deep into Marcy's mouth, making her gag and pull away. When she recovered, she took his pulsing rod in her mouth again and started bobbing her head up and down over his cock, working hard to make him pop his wad.
Doug felt his jizz traveling into and through his hard cock. The full force of his load shot into Marcy's sucking mouth, spewing out in thick spurts, filling her mouth with hot, creamy sperm. Doug looked down at her through the haze of his lust and saw her throat contracting as she tried to swallow all the fuck juice he was pumping into her clinging mouth. The sticky cream oozed out of her ovaled mouth and fell in sticky strands from her lips to his crotch. At last she pulled her face away and licked her lips, smiling with satisfaction.
Doug felt his body go limp. He collapsed and lay back, watching her licking the rest of his jism from the rosy tip of his softening cock.
'Was that a good one, too, Doug darling?' she asked.
'Couldn't have been better! You really know how to give a blow job, baby!' he replied, patting the side of her face.
Marcy kissed his dick a few times. Then she kissed him from his navel up his stomach and chest all the way to his lips. He joined her kiss, tasting the saltiness of his own sperm in her mouth. While they kissed, Marcy played with Doug's half-hard prick, knowing that he would be ready to go again in no time at all.
Time passed slowly as they sat there fondling each other, still under the heady influence of the grass they had smoked earlier. Doug told her he was glad that she was such an eager fuck. She told him, quite honestly, that she couldn't get enough cock, something he already knew. Then she fell silent for a while.
'Have you ever noticed how sexy your sister is?' Marcy said at length.
'Chastity?' he gasped.
'Who else?' she said.
'S-Sexy? Well… Hell, I guess I've noticed she's s-sexy…' he stammered. 'Chastity's a cool chick. Why do you ask?'
Doug knew that Chastity hadn't told anyone about their interest in each other, but he felt uneasy nonetheless.
'Oh, I don't know. Just curious I guess. Does she ever turn you on? I mean… does she ever interest you at all? She's a sexy girl after all, darling. If what I hear is true, she's pretty free as far as sex is concerned,' Marcy continued.
'Shit, Marcy. She's my sister,' Doug said, almost choking on his words. 'How could I be hot for my own sister?'
'Oh, I don't know. I don't mean 'hot' exactly. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to,' she said.
'Talk about what?' he asked, becoming interested in her hidden meaning.
'Well, darling Doug, I think it's hard not to notice members of your own family when you live with them all the time…' she crooned. 'Do you know what I mean? You can't help noticing your sister, can you? Not when you're as hot and open-minded as you are. And as I am,' she explained.
'I guess you're right. I guess there's nothin' wrong with sayin' that,' Doug said, hating to be insincere with a chick he was fucking. 'I'll admit it. Sure. I get turned on by my sister sometimes.'
'That makes me feel better, Doug,' she said.
'You're lucky that you don't have to worry about that problem. You don't have any brothers around the house to turn you on. I got one of the hottest chicks in town livin' with me all the time. How could I help noticin' her? It's kinda frustratin' sometimes.'
Doug was almost glad he was able to talk to someone about the problem, although he detected what seemed to be an ulterior motive in the tone of Marcy's voice.
'Then you don't think there's anything wrong with feeling that way? About sisters I mean,' she said.
'No… Not really. Do you?' Doug asked.
