Dorothy could feel his thighs tense up, his cock head flare to new extremes. He was going to cream, fill her mouth, feed her after she gave him his dinner. A flutter of thrilling passion ran through her body, she was going to drink his jism, swallow him up and love every tasty bit. It gushed with power against the rear of her throat and started to flow in abundant gobs down to her stomach. She pulled up enough to feel the next throbbing explosions across her tongue, teeth, into the crevices between her gums and cheeks. It was delicious, a true testimonial of his love to let her drink from the spewing, pounding fountain of his manhood. She licked the spike clean and sucked any spillover from his soft pubic hair. David relaxed and felt her talented lips working like a soft vacuum to his pole, his balls, his thighs and anus. As a last touch she wiggled her tongue up inside the asshole and with a wide scoop sent thrills along his spine.
And the pecker never wavered once, it stood at ready, full attention while she scrubbed it down. Then with a tender kiss on the tip she faced her smiling brother and said, “It's still up, isn't it?”
“It's not finished, sister. It has more places to visit before retiring.” She shuddered with animal anticipation and looked at the clock on his dresser. Twenty minutes had passed, there were only twenty more left. “We better hurry,” she said. “I don't want them walking in on us.” His hands tenderly caressed the cheeks of her face and she opened her mouth to suck his finger inside as if it were a tiny cock. She bit softly and hoisted her legs across his waist and sat. She was like a cowboy, happy, content, getting ready to take another long ride through the beauties of nature. She squirmed back to nestle down into the saddle of his uppermost thighs. The hard cock slipped warmly under the gliding lips of her moist gash. With a forward movement and a plowing dig of her hips she scooped the head of the hard rod deftly up between the hugging lips of her cunt. Then she slowly, thrillingly, settled back to feel it slide its filling mass inside.
CHAPTER TEN
“What do you mean?” Vic asked. “I mean you're being a real stupid jerk, that's what I mean,” Len answered. “You've let that broad get under your skin, she's playing with your head.”
“Aw,” Vic drawled in half-hearted protest. “Look at yourself! You can't even get the guts to give her a decent fucking!
You're dunking of her as some kind of goddess, a virgin, an innocent little doll! Man, that's bullshit!” “I don't think so,” Vic mumbled. “I always thought she was a nice girl. She's well-behaved, clean…” “Will you cut that out!” Len hollered. His fist came slamming down on the table. “What kind of girl fucks her brother, her real, blood brother? Huh?” “Well…” Vic became silent, at a loss for words. “See? See what I mean? She's committing incest, screwing her own brother. She's nothing more than a cheap slut, a whore, a cock-sucking cunt who don't draw the line at nothing. She loves everything we been doing to her!” “Well, she ain't got much choice. After all…” Len threw his hands in the air with frustration. “There's no hope for you, Vic. You're naive, dumb, pussy-whipped!” “Will you quit saying those things about me? I can screw any woman as good as you can, dammit!” “Not her! Not now that's she's got you buffaloed!” “Like hell, I can't!”
“Sure. I been watching you, hiding all day, pacing around like a bull in the castration pen.” Vic looked at the kitchen clock.
“What's keeping her? She's been up there an awful long time.” It was only forty-five minutes since she had left the kitchen. Len smiled, “She's got fifteen minutes left before the hour I gave her is up.” “An hour? That sure is a lot of time for him to just eat his dinner.” “I know. I figure by now he's all through eating the dinner and is in the middle of eating his sister,” Len said. “You think he's doing that? After what we said? After all the screwing we gave her? You think she's doing it with him too?” Vic asked with disbelief. “If I prove it will you get off this stupid crap about her being some kind of innocent child? Will you shape up and slam your cock in her like she deserves?” “I 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.