Suddenly, the flap to the tent flew open.
As naked as the brother and sister stretched out before her, Liz slipped into the tent. Pink and smooth, her body seemed to radiate sexual heat. A wide grin spread over the redness of her lips. "I couldn't get you two off my mind. I was down at the river and the thought of you two up here was driving me crazy. I hope three isn't a crowd."
With a broad smile, Jason reached up and took his wife's hand, pulling her down with him. The sexy flaming-haired woman's joyous laugh was stifled when his mouth covered hers and his tongue rammed deeply, intimately into her mouth. She moaned with satisfaction, the abundant balls of her tits rolling their luxury across his bare chest.
Not to be forgotten, Mona scooted around, her teeth nippling in the most tantalizing fashion at the nape of her brother's neck. Simultaneously, she ran a hand over the ovals of his buttocks and dipped between his legs.
It was his turn to moan. He did so, loud and long. Marvelous sensation rushed through his groin as his sister's hand playfully toyed with the weighty forms of his balls. Lovingly, she caressed their rock-like shapes, creating all sorts of crotch-tightening needs within him.
Wet and moist, the small raven-haired seductress behind him wove her tongue down his neck, tickling down his spine. The thrill of feeling that provocative tongue was amazing. Shivers of fantastic delight rippled up and down his back. Thrills that heightened as his sister's mouth moved lower and lower. Then her lips were at his asscheeks, lovingly kissing.
"My God!" He could not restrain his enthusiasm. "Your mouth is great!"
The greatness had just started. Using her free hand, Mona eased his buttocks apart and laved her tongue up and down the deep crease separating the two manly cheeks. His groans increased, as did the wanton throbbing of his stiff prick.
With flicking coyness, the black-haired woman, worked closer and closer to the dark ring of his anus. She took her time, deliberately allowing him to anticipate the feel of tongue to asshole. And when that taunting oral digit brushed lightly over the puckered ring of his asshole, he went wild, his body writhing, sandwiched between woman flesh.
Not to be outdone, Liz began to kiss her way down his chest. She paused to politely give his manly nipples the attention they deserved. She sucked at the two pebbles until they were stiff and aroused. Then, without warning, she suddenly pushed down, dropping to his crotch.
Opening her mouth wide, she swooped in on his cock, swallowing its total length and sucking like a woman who had not tasted a man in years. His balls danced around under the dual stimulation of his wife's marvelous mouth and his sister's cajoling fingertips.
Sexual electricity sizzled through every cell in his body. Mona's tongue was growing more and more intimate. Like a moist little feather, her tongue-tip drilled into the ring of his asshole. Inward, she dipped, reaming his anus. Two women, two mouths working so industriously at his body. It was like an adolescent wet dream, something a man fantasized, but something that never happened.
But this was real – so fantastically real!
He felt his balls swelling, aching. There would be no way to stem the rising tide of his need at this rate – no way any man could control himself.
Apparently, realizing his mounting desire, Liz eased back from his cock, giving it one last smacking kiss. Scooting back up she kissed his mouth and said, "There! It's all ready. I want to watch you shove that marvelous pussy-pleaser into your sister's cunt. I want to watch you fuck the hell out of her!"
The words jolted him, sending another wild flourish of arousal streaking straight to his groin. The thought of his own wife looking on while he balled another woman was something that completely blew his mind. In all their years together, all the lovers they had taken outside the marriage bed, they had never seen the other make it with another person. To do it now only increased the passion of this moment. It was damn sexy and Liz seemed to be aroused at the prospect as much as he was.
And they weren't the only ones!
Mona's titillating tongue slithered from his bowels and her mouth was back at his neck again, kissing and licking. "Yes, fuck me, big brother. Fuck the hell out of your little sister."
It was an easy request with which to comply. Rolling over, he wrapped the delicious woman in his arms and kissed her. At the same time, he worked a hand between her thighs. The ease with which his index finger slid into the juicy harbor of her pussy answered his unspoken question. His sister was turned on and ready for the ravaging piston of his cock. Her cunt was a veritable rain forest of lubricant – hot and wet and willing.
Lolling to her back, Mona made her body an open invitation to him. Slipping his probing finger from her pussy, he accepted that invitation. He mounted the supine temptress, his eager prick sliding into the juicy gash of her cunt with no aid from either his or her hand.
There was no art to their coupling. She was a woman who wanted a man. And he was a man very much in need of a woman. The fiery lust of their bodies was all the incentive they needed at that moment.
His hips lurched, plunging the full length of his cock into the clingy depths of her cunt. She cried out in delighted surprise. Stiff and hard, he rammed himself home, stuffing the tight channel of her vagina with throbbing manmeat.
Wildly, her small, voluptuous body thrashed beneath his impaling rod. The juices of her warm, sheltering pussy seemed suddenly to increase their flow. The pulsating column of his prodder was bathed and washed in that exciting flood of womanly fluids.
"Fuck me, brother!" she whispered lewdly in his ear. "Fuck your little sister until she begs for mercy!"
His pelvis jerked with the stirring command of her words. Upward he wrenched, drawing the fat plunger of his cock from the moist cleft of her loins. Then downward with all his might, he slammed back into that sweet furrow of flesh.
There was no way for her to escape him. The floor of the tent was no mattress on a bed. It was hard and unyielding. She felt every ounce of his soul-jarring thrust. She received every swollen inch of his lust-gorged prick up into the mouth of her belly.
She groaned beneath the crotch-slapping meeting of their bodies. Her lips writhed in pleasure and her dark eyes fluttered closed as she savored the grinding impact of their pelvises. She was pinned beneath him, feeling his full weight crushing atop her. She was skewered to his body and loving every minute of it.
Again he lurched into the air and once more swung downward with relentless fury. This time, she greeted him. Her hips arched up in bucking fashion. The trembling lips of her pouted pussy welcomed the driving stroke of his cock. She accepted him, taking all of his fat prick into the spongy interior of her cunt, then squeezing it possessively.
Whether it was the excitement of once again having her brother within her, or perhaps that wonderfully wicked feeling of knowing that Liz watched every desire-flamed movement of their coupled bodies, he didn't know, but on the fourth ram-rodding plunge of his prick, Mona came. She cried out and clutched at him while he increased the tempo of his strokes, prolonging the soaring sensations of her climax-gripped body.
Her second release followed quickly on the heels of the first. Then the third and fourth and fifth. He knew that women were more than capable of sequential orgasms. Liz experienced them frequently. But he had never known a woman to react this way, so quickly and so violently.
That wonderful feeling of power, pleasure and self-accomplishment suffused through his body – the feeling of a man who has satisfied his woman. His sister's body shuddered and quaked with each soul-penetrating thrust of his cock. Every invasion of her juicy, pink-lipped cunt seemed to set off yet another explosion of ecstasy within her body. It was as if all the frustration and heart-break of her marriage to Frank bad suddenly fallen away and now she was making up for lost time.