Violet was coming now, her tawny naked body quivering with bliss as she plunged the cock furiously inside her gushing cunt. She hissed and moaned incoherently while she held the red button down for almost a full minute, shock after shock tearing through her hot sucking pussy.
At last she slid the dildo out and lay panting for breath. No matter how titillating the cunning prick was, it was still no substitute for the real thing, for a live, burning big dick.
The trembling brunette slid the dildo out and raised it to her lips, licking her own juice off it. If her plans worked out, she'd wake up every morning with a massive hard-on and a juicy tight curt for breakfast within reach of her fingertips.
And Violet was a firm believer in eating a big healthy breakfast.
She slept peacefully, forgetting that the best-laid plans had a funny way of backfiring.
CHAPTER THREE
As soon as he got off work, Mike usually went to a bar and had two or three beers before going home for dinner. But he knew Linda would be pissed off at him if he didn't come straight home tonight, so she could unload her little brat-sister on him before she went to work at eight.
He picked up a couple of six-packs and drove straight home. Might as well get the bullshit over with, he thought wearily. He felt suprisingly fresh after his torrid fucking with the redheaded divorcee last night and only a few hours of sleep, largely because Linda hadn't demanded her usual quota of wild sex from him this morning. She seemed strangely relaxed and happy for a change.
For the briefest flash, Mike wondered if she was screwing around on him on the side. But the thought brought a laugh to his lips. She was so hung up on his cock she didn't even look at another man.
He found them in the kitchen. Linda introduced him to Terry with pride.
"And this is my gorgeous husband, honey. Mike, this is Terry. Cute, isn't she?"
For a minute he just stood there, dumbfounded. Cute? Jesus Christ, she was a knockout! She not only had a younger version of Linda's hotly curved body, her pert tits still budding against her T-shirt with fat little nipples, her hips flaring out in a sexy roundness beneath her narrow waist, her legs slender but shapely, but she also had an incredibly sexy pair of blue eyes and a sultry, pouting mouth.
Her shimmering golden hair was even longer than Linda's, almost touching her waist. She had everything Linda had and more, even if it wasn't fully developed yet.
She squeezed his hand and grinned, a sly curve of her soft mouth that sent a wild hot tingle though Mike's long cock.
She might have been eighteen, but her shining wide eyes were hard and glinting with a knowledge far beyond her years.
She'd been around and she let you know it. And from the way her eyes raked over Mike's muscled body, lingering on the thick bulge of his crotch, he suddenly knew it was going to be a hell of a two-week vacation.
Linda spotted it, too and for a moment she had a vicious twinge of worry find jealousy. But then she realized Mike would never do anything like that, certainly not with her little sister. Oh, he'd let her flirt, but that's as far as it would go.
They sat around talking at the kitchen table, while Mike guzzled beer and deliberately avoided looking at Terry. No sense in giving Linda any reason not to go to work tonight. And besides, every time he glanced at the sexy minx his prick grew longer and hotter.
"I know a few nice kids I can introduce her to," Mike told Linda. "Get her a few dates while she's here, okay?"
Terry rolled her eyes in disgust but her big sister didn't notice. And while Mike held his wife's attention, he could see Terry lasciviously darting her pink tongue-tip out and tracing her lips.
As if she were getting ready to give him a blowjob!
"I've got to get ready for work," Linda said, rising. "Come on upstairs for a minute, Mike."
Up in their bedroom, Linda told him she was worried. "Mom says she's wild, really wild, Mike. I guess we're going to have to keep her out of trouble until we can get her out of our hair."
"Just leave it to me," he said casually. "But if she's gonna smoke dope, which she probably will, I'll see that she doesn't do it around here. It's only two weeks, baby."
Linda frowned. "You won't… I mean, you wouldn't… screw around with her, would you, Mike?"
He managed to look angry. "Your own sister? What do you think I am, anyway?"
"I'm sorry," Linda blurted out, rubbing her big tits to his chest. "I'll handle her during the day, you handle her at night and it'll be aver with before we know it. I gotta run now, honey."
"Oh, by the way," she said as she was leaving, as nonchalantly as she could, "I might be home late for the next few nights. This waitress at work, a really nice girl, she's got a lot of problems with her boyfriend and she's sort of crying on my shoulder a lot, so we have a drink or two after work. You don't mind, do you, darling?"
He waved his hand generously. "Naw, don't sweat it, Linda."
She had to repress a smile because she'd done nothing but sweat while the lust-crazed brunette ate her pussy and fucked her to the point of delicious exhaustion. Since she was having torrid sex with another woman instead of a man, somehow Linda felt it wasn't really cheating.
Two minutes after she left the house Terry sauntered into the living room, her yes bold. "I'm going to take a shower, okay?"
"Go ahead," Mike grinned. "It's free."
She stepped up close to him. "With you, stud. We'll take one together, okay, Mike? You rub my back and I'll rub your big cock."
He blinked his eyes in disbelief. "Hey, now wait a minute, Terry. You're my wife's sister, you know? How in the hell does a kid get off talking in that language anyway?"
She laughed. "Don't be a fucking square. I'm from San Francisco, and I lost my cherry when I was twelve. You know you're dying to screw me, and I'm hot all the time anyway, so let's not bullshit around."
It didn't seem possible. Her face was still young and smooth, like an angel's except for her hard gleaming eyes. She was tough, big-city tough.
"One more vulgar word out of you, you little bitch, and I'll put you over my knee and spank your ass silly, understand?"
"You'd come in your pants for an hour if you did," she jeered at him. "If you want to feel my ass all you have to do is come to the shower with me. Meet you there in five minutes."
She spun on her heel and strode upstairs. Mike felt his prick pounding fiercely with blood. How could she be so young and luscious on the outside and such a nasty, tough little slit on the inside? Or maybe it was all an act, too, the kind of defensive mechanism hurt kids put on for a front.
For a few minutes he stood there, baffled, drinking beer and smoking. What the hell, he decided, he wasn't a psychiatrist. All he knew was that his cock was about to rip the seams of his pants and that if she was half as wild as she looked and sounded, he was in for a terrific time. And no matter how crazy she sounded, she wasn't dumb enough to let Linda know he'd screwed her.
He hoped.
He gulped down the rest of his beer and went up to his bedroom, stripping fast. His massive prick was already erect, quivering with power above his huge balls. He strode down the hall and into the bathroom, shoving aside the shower curtain.
She was soaping her ripening tits down and her eyes swung to his hard-on as if mesmerized. "Ooooooh, lucky Linda! Come on in, Mike, the water's fine."
He got under the warm spray with her and she immediately flung her arms around his neck and dug her slippery hot tits into his chest. Her silky aunt throbbed eagerly against his balls as his rod pressed up against her belly. Her eighteen-year-old body was soft and supple and intensely hot as it so trembled against him. She moaned as she gripped his thick meat in one hand and teased her cunt-lips with it.