For one, there was no time wasted with preliminaries. This time, the very first scene showed her brother kneeling behind the young woman. He had a tight grip on her hips. He was languorously sawing his long thick prick in and out of her uptilted pussy. Looking closely, through lust-hazed eyes, Amy saw the reason. The girl's cunt was so tight on his thick cock that the flesh of her pussy was being pulled with each outstroke. He was straining to work his prick in and out of her pussy.
The other important difference was that they had company. Roberta was arrayed beneath the girl as if they were alone. The girl was slouched forward, her head moving back and forth between Roberta's wide flung thighs. Roberta was using her own lips and tongue alternately on the girl's pussy and Les' cock and balls.
"Jeez – gonna cum," Amy mumbled, trying – and finally succeeding – to wedge a second finger into her own well-oiled pussy.
But then she froze. Roberta was pulling Les' prick out of the girl's cunt and positioning it higher up… against her asshole!
Amy froze. It simply could not be done, at least not without ripping the girl open.
But no one on the tape seemed to think that way. Not Les, who was grimacing with the effort of pushing his prick forward, not Roberta who was gleefully lapping the girl's cunt while trying to work the meaty cockhead up the girl's ass, and certainly not the girl, who'd tilted her head back and was obviously trying to force her ass onto Les' prick!
When the prick head finally went in, it wasn't without accompanying dramatics. The girl suddenly fell forward, prone upon Roberta, who wriggled and scrambled to reposition her face beneath the girl's cunt. Her fingers were clenched into hard little fists that hammered incessantly on the carpet.
As for Les – the expression on his face said he was in some hedonistic heaven! He had to come forward on all fours over the girl. Amy suspected that it was necessary more because the girl's tight ass-grip forced it than any voluntary wish to stay inside, but he quite plainly wished to maintain the position.
Les began working his hips forward and down, slowly thrusting his cock into the girl's asshole. Inch by inch, that huge member slid up into the girl's convulsing ass. With each additional inch of insertion, Amy's perverse voyeuristic arousal increased!
Her fingers worked in and out of her cunt so hard and fast that she could hear the sucking. She didn't know which was turning her on more, the sight of her brother's thick cock, the view of said cock disappearing into the girl's ass, or the memory of what it was like to have Roberta eating her pussy! All she knew for sure was that she was hot and getting hotter – and she wanted.
Then Amy saw her brother's muscle-ridged abdomen flattening the girl's rounded ass. She'd taken all of it, every fucking inch of that prick. Les began to move back and forth, stroking surely and strongly, as if fucking a gaping, sopping pussy instead of a tight, hot asshole.
But the girl evidently seemed to be getting off on it!
"Gonna cum!" Amy gasped as she felt her cunt clamping down on her fingers, felt the buzz beginning, felt the spasms starting to roll through her. "Gonna cum!"
On the screen, Les was pistoning in and out of the girl's asshole furiously. His face was contorted, with pleasure. The girl lay with her face turned towards the camera, her cheek rested on Roberta's calf. A fascinating mixture of pleasure and pain flashed over the girl's lust-twisted features.
Amy was gasping, the full rush of the orgasm sweeping her up and along in its tide. She knew her brother was going to cum in the girl's ass – and soon. She couldn't wait to see the girl's reaction and hopefully a frothy overflow of creamy jism. She wanted to peak at the same moment as the fuck sandwich on the tape. She was going to, and she knew it!
And even better, somewhere in the back of Amy's head, two inhibiting hesitations had been blasted aside: the idea of getting her brother's cock into her own hot body and the obviously huge potential for pleasure in ass-fucking! Both no longer held any cause for fear or revulsion!
She wanted to try them!
And giving herself over to the awareness, Amy finally surrendered, losing herself in the fantasy that it was she being so soundly tongue and ass-fucked. Amy closed her eyes, and inside her mind, she saw her own nubile thirteen year old body being shattered by the twin pleasures.
She wiggled on the couch. Her ass was barely on the edge of the cushions. Impulsively, Amy let her pinky work back to her own tight little pucker of an asshole. It was slicked by the effusive overflow of her pussy juices. Without an instant's hesitation, she pushed the end of her pinky inside. She could feel the pinky rubbing against the two cunt-reaming fingers, through the single thin membrane separating the two passages. The big O hit her so heavily that she nearly fainted.
Her eyes fluttered open and she saw that she'd missed the end of the scene – the cum spitting, cunt drooling double – perhaps triple – climax. But even as she gasped for breath, she knew that she'd make the chance to see this on another occasion… or duplicate the scene with herself involved.
CHAPTER SIX
Amy gasped out loud in her sleep, her lovely form bucking wildly on the bed as she heaved her pussy towards the ceiling to meet the thrusts of her dream lover. She'd been drained by her masturbatory orgasms while watching the tape. The horniness was still strong in her youthful body, pursuing her into her dreams. She dreamed she was fucking her brother – and being fucked by him.
She could hear his grunts and groans mingling with her own as her luscious asscheeks pounded the mattress. Again and again, she heard the bell ring. She knew if she could just make it ring one more time…
Amy realized it was the doorbell chiming insistently. Groaning with frustration – another few moments in the dream and she'd have gotten her orgasm – Amy quickly got off the bed, tugged on the oversized robe, and padded to the door.
"Who is it?"
"Amy Beth Carson?" called an unfamiliar male voice.
"Yes. Who is it?"
"I was driving your hansom around Central Park the other night. You spilled your purse, and we found some things under the seat at the end of the night."
"Oh! I'll be right with you!"
Amy knew enough to realize that she should tip the man. She'd found that her wallet was missing. There'd been little money in it, but the little book with names, addresses, and phone numbers, along with her school identification cards, would be difficult, if not impossible, to replace.
She quickly rummaged through her suitcase until she found her emergency money and pulled out a ten. The man had obviously gone to a lot of trouble.
"Coming," she called, and began opening the doorlocks.
"Safe enough," the man said when he faced her through the doorway. He held out a paper bag.
"Thank you," Amy said. "Won't you come in for a minute?"
"Sure." He stepped past her, but not before he cast a thoroughly appraising gaze over her. Amy realized that except for the robe, she was naked. She met his eyes, he smiled at her. She knew that the proper reaction for her should have been hesitation and fear. On the other hand, she'd just been awakened from the horniest dream she could ever remember…
He reached into the bag and pulled out her wallet. "I certainly appreciate this," she said. She shoved her hand into the robe for the ten dollar bill. She disarranged her robe in the process and give the man a glimpse of a thrusting young Amy-breast.
"No, no," he said, waving his hand, "that's alright."
"I insist."
"You lost something else, though, Amy," he continued, his smile subtly changing. He reached into the bag again and kept his hand there. "In fact, when I found it, I was thinking about going through the city playing Prince Charming."