Realizing he was rapidly approaching a climax, and not wanting to shoot his wad before his sister came, Richie slowed his movements until he was completely motionless.
"Oh, Richie, darling," she crooned, teasing her hot tongue around his ear. "I never dreamed that fucking would feel so good."
The boy felt as if he might explode when Susan grasped the cheeks of his ass, pulling him farther into her as her cunt muscles began squeezing and sucking on his cock.
"Oh, God!" she screamed when Richie finally decided he had the situation under control and began once more driving his prick in and out of her slit. "I love it! I love it!"
Wrapping her arms more tightly around his back, Susan squirmed up against his loins, squeezing his wonderful tool with her hotly grasping pussy.
"Oh, fuck it baby!" she whimpered, scissoring her naked thighs around his waist. "Fuck my hot cunt!"
Continuing to drive his rigid boner deeper and deeper into her eager pussy, hot globs of pussy juice oozed out from between her cuntlips, dribbling down over her cute ass and forming a sticky pool on the sheet beneath her.
"Holy shit!" she screamed in glee, biting at his shoulder as her hungry cunt muscles involuntarily sucked on the entire length of his plunging shaft. It was pure heaven to feel her brother's juice-slickened prick pistoning in and out of her hot slit.
On the verge of shooting his wad, Richie reared back and began driving harder and deeper.
"Aaaggghhh!" screamed the horny girl, feeling his cock drilling in and out of her sizzling fuck-hole. "Give it to me, honey! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Further excited by her cries, Richie drove his passion-bloated cock even deeper into her hot cunt.
"Oh, fuck! I'm gonna come… gonna come!" she suddenly shrieked as the pounding waves of ecstasy flooded through her wildly lurching body. "I'm coming… coming!"
Suddenly feeling her brother's hot cum gashing into her writhing twat, she instinctively screwed her climaxing cunt up around the base of his shooting prick as his swirling jizz sloshed hotly into her.
"Oh, sweet Richie," she smiled up to him a few moments later when her brother's limp cock slipped out of her oozing cunt. "That was the neatest thing that's ever happened to me."
"It was for me too, Sis," he whispered, drawing her into his arms.
"Mmmmmmmm," she crooned. "I just want us to fuck and fuck for the rest of our lives."
Clinging tenderly to each other, they drifted into a gentle half-sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Two days later, Paul Weaver called Kathy and asked if she'd like to have lunch with him at a little hideaway where no one would recognize them.
"I'd love it," she told him excitedly, remembering how deliciously he'd sucked and fucked her the other day.
"Good," he said, giving her the name and address of a small secluded restaurant. "Why don't you meet me there about noon?"
"Fine," beamed the pretty blonde housewife.
When she arrived at the dimly lighted restaurant, she found Paul sitting in a booth near the back of the room.
"Hi," she smiled, slipping in next to him. "I'm so glad you called me."
"So am I," grinned Paul. "What would you like to drink?"
"A martini."
After three drinks, they were both feeling quite warm and mellow. Because of her tanned legs, Kathy had purposely not worn any hose. Paul slipped his hand up under her skirt and boldly caressed the warm bare flesh of her inner thighs. Kathy knew it was a naughty thing for him to be doing in public, but the blonde was thoroughly enjoying it.
"Oh, Paul," she giggled, taking a long sip of her martini. "You're in a horny mood again today."
"I sure am," grinned the man. "But I'm always in a horny mood when I'm around you."
"Good," she said, feeling his hand moving farther up her leg.
Sipping her drink, the young housewife shivered with excitement when her husband's depraved boss brushed the tip of his finger across the hot wet crotch of her panties. Feeling the wanton pleasure flowing through her loins, Kathy wished she were in the sack with him. Vividly recalling the fantastic orgasms he'd given her with his tongue and cock, she was dying to be fucked by him again.
"What are you thinking?" he asked suddenly, seeing the wild lust in her eyes.
"I was thinking how much I'd like you to lay me," was her honest answer.
"Then let's go to a motel," Paul suggested, rising to his feet. "I could use a hot piece of ass myself."
Leaving the restaurant, Paul quickly drove her to a motel where his television station maintained a unit on a permanent basis to accommodate important out-of-town clients. Entering the room, Kathy felt a momentary pang of guilt. Deep in her heart, the girl knew she still loved her husband, but she needed the sexual satisfaction that Paul could give her.
"Shall we start with a drink?" asked the man, walking over to the small, but well stocked bar.
"Please," nodded Kathy, still feeling a bit guilty about cheating on her husband.
After serving the drink to Kathy, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, Paul removed his sport coat and shirt. Taking a deep sip of her drink, Kathy stared at the thick mat of hair on his broad chest.
"Well," Paul grinned as he took off his shoes and socks. "Aren't you going to bed with me?"
"Of course," she answered nervously, starting to unbutton her blouse as Paul lowered his fly.
When he dropped his slacks, Kathy stared excitedly at the huge hard-on that was poking out against the front of his shorts.
"Oh, Paul," she whispered as she removed her blouse, letting her braless tits spill out. "I sure need a hot fuck."
"And that's just what you're gonna get," he panted, dropping his shorts.
She could feel the scalding juices oozing out from between her legs when his swollen boner sprang into view. The girl hadn't thought about much else except his big cock since he'd fucked her the other day, and now here it was again, just as long and thick as she remembered it.
"Why don't you get undressed?" he said.
Brought back to reality by his remark, she jumped up and rapidly stripped off her clothes, leaving herself deliciously naked for his appreciative gaze.
"God, you're beautiful," he gasped, staring at the young blonde's shapely body.
As she sat back down on the edge of the bed, he stepped toward her until his big blue-veined cock was right in front of her eyes. Unable to control her burning lust, Kathy reached out and excitedly grasped the thick hardness of his shaft and began lovingly sliding the foreskin back and forth. With her face so close to his drooling cockhead, her nostrils were assailed by the masculine aroma.
"Why don't you kiss it?" he whispered down to her.
"What?"
"Lick my cock."
"I couldn't do anything like that," she protested.
"Why not?"
"Because it's perverted," she answered, grimacing with disgust.
"You didn't think it was perverted when I licked your cunt the other day."
"But that was different," she argued. "My God, girl!" he gasped. "Haven't you ever sucked a cock?"
"Of course not."
"You mean you've never sucked a guy off?"
"Nope," she grinned, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Then you're in for a new treat," he whispered.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you're gonna give me a blow-job," he said in a menacing tone.
"I couldn't do such a thing," she gasped. "I don't wants to get rough with you like I did the other day," he threatened. "But I will if you keep acting so silly."
"Please, Paul," she begged. "I just couldn't put a prick in my mouth."
Kathy had heard of this vile act, but she'd never dreamed of doing it herself. This was something that only filthy whores did, and she had no intention of performing this perverted act on Paul.