"Not only am I going to nail that dynamic duo, but being the generous and loving sister that I am, I'm going to see that you get a crack at that virginal little pussy as well. Would you like that, my love? Would you like to be first to split her hot little cunt with your big hard prick?"
"Are you kidding? Christ, would l! But you're out of your mind, Trish. Knight would have my balls on a spit if he ever found out. My balls – and yours, too!"
"Trust me, precious. Trust your sis. Have I ever let you down?" The youth shook his head. "I won't this time, either. Randy, I promise you I won't. Now finish me off, honey. Finger me off. I'm almost ready to cum!" And Trish scooted down further in the bucket seat, spread her smooth, sun-tanned legs further apart, opening the wet crack of her slippery cunt wider to her brother's skillful manipulations and closed her eyes, while he fingered her to a thrilling orgasm in the topless MG on the road to French Leave.
CHAPTER THREE
It was six o'clock. The sun was brilliant but low in the December sky as Trish and Randy settled down in the big bed in the attractive bungalow which Trish had rented at French Leave. They had both undressed immediately, Trish still eager for the loving only her brother could give her. Her climax in the MG had only made her more eager for love making, and she hungered for the youth's trim, sun-tanned body, for his young mouth and his mammoth cock. She never grew tired of making it with Randy. The incestuous nature of their affair made it more exciting for both of them.
For Randy, there was no woman who could hold a candle to Trish in bed – and he had taken her advice and fucked as many women as he could. There were chicks of all sizes and shapes, chicks of all ages. But Trish led the pack by a country mile. He surveyed her boldly. What a bod! She was lying wantonly on the bed, her long, tanned legs spread wide in a tantalizing pose, exposing the softly palpitating lips of her cunt to his prurient gaze. There were no patches of white to mar the even expanse of tawny shin; Trish sunbathed in the buff. Her firm, voluptuous breasts stood like matched mountains demanding conquest, their berry-sized crests already hard and quivering with anticipation.
They began to kiss, filling each other's mouths with their wet tongues. His hot hands were on her breasts, stroking them, pinching the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She arched her back, offering him her luscious breasts to do with as he pleased. She was already moaning and squirming on the bed, her hand clutching her brother's stiff cock and reaching below to stroke his hairy balls. With the other hand, she caressed his rippling back flesh and tickled the back of his neck beneath his thick, shaggy blonde hair with the delicate tips of her brightly lacquered nails. Goosebumps rose on his flesh and he shivered involuntarily with pleasure as he bent down to take her pouting nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently at first, and then puffing a generous portion of warm flesh into his oral siphon.
"Oh God, baby! Oh Randy! Baby I've missed you so much. Let me suck your cock, baby. I'm starved for your cock. I'm thirsty for your cum."
The blonde youth's cock leapt into full hardness at her lascivious words; she never failed to make him rock-hard and compliant to her every demand in bed. Her wish was his command, and he got nothing but the fullest pleasure in return for his obeisance to his horny sister.
"Lie back, my baby, and let your ever-lovin' sis suck your sweet meat until your delicious hot cum scalds my lips and tongue and throat."
Randy wasted no time in doing as she asked. He turned over and lay on his back with his legs spread apart, anticipating the expert cock-sucking he was going to get from his beautiful sexpot sister. Trish was fantastic. She could almost fuck you off verbally, using all the right words to make a guy heat up until he could almost cum from being "talked off".
Trish kneeled between her brother's legs, letting her soft blonde hair cascade over her face to brush across Randy's jutting cock, which stood upright like a truncheon from his loins. He sucked in his breath as she waved her head back and forth across his man-meat and his muscled bronze thighs. Then she scooted forward, until her pneumatic breasts were cradling his prick in the hot cleavage, and she massaged his cock with the warm globes of flesh. This drove him crazy too. He loved every moment of the delicious agonizing pleasure, for the sperm was building up in his balls already, and he could hardly wait until her lips were fastened tightly around his cock and she was sucking his cum out as though it were a vanilla malt. He's meeting me at the airport. He works for the Pan Am radar installation on the island.
Trish drew back and took his cock in her hand. She began to stroke it gently, teasingly, letting her fingers trace delicate patterns down the length of his sex-flesh and around his straining balls. Randy could hardly stand it anymore. He groaned with pleasure as her taunting manipulations sent shivers of electric delight up and down his body. Then she lifted the heavy sac of his testicles and slid her finger beneath them, to toy with the puckered ring of his anus, driving him to even greater heights of anticipation. Finally he could wait no longer. Almost pleadingly, he cried out to her, "Oh Trish, baby. C'mon – suck it now. Suck it!"
"Yes, baby. Yes, darling. I'm going to suck it now. I'm going to put it in my mouth and suck and suck until you shoot that load of precious cum down my throat!" And she bent down immediately and fastened her soft, moist lips around his cock, kissing the blood-engorged head lightly at first, and then letting her tongue slide out between her lips to probe the tiny slit in his cockhead, drinking away the clear lubricating ooze that was to her as nectar is to a bee. She mewled and purred with delight as she savored the taste of her brother's cock juices on her taste buds. Randy fastened his hands in her hair and urged his pelvis upward, driving his cock deep into the warm grotto of her mouth.
Trish opened her jaws to give him free passage to fuck up inside her throat and then, like a Venus Fly Trap, she closed her coral lips over his hardness and gripped his cock tightly.
Her fiery tongue licked circles of molten lava along the underside of his shaft, and she began to suck him lovingly, eliciting groans of pleasure from the youth, who was writhing sensuously on the bed as she sucked him and stroked his burgeoning balls with her free hand.
Her sucking was accomplished and rhythmical now, as she confidently licked and sucked her brother's cock, knowing – as only the skillful female lover knows-that she would soon make him cum, and at the moment she wanted him to.
Randy lifted his head to watch her convoluted lips working hungrily on his cock. The sight of her sucking him never ceased to increase his arousal and his loins tense and jerked upward into her face, all the fleshy expanse disappearing with each forward thrust, except for a small stretch of it that glistened with her wet saliva.
Trish sucked wantonly, her mind consumed by her mouth's occupation. She felt she had been born for this; to make love, to give pleasure with her body and to receive it with her body. She flashed on the remembered image of Peter Knight standing so straight and dignified at the air field. She allowed herself to imagine that it was his cock she was sucking off. What a beautiful cock he must have, and how sweet his cum must be! She would taste it, all right. She would for damned sure! And as she thought of Peter Knight, she sucked her brother's cock with even more verve and determination, her breasts dancing wildly below her pumping head, bringing Randy closer and closer to his longed-for release.
"Suck it, suck it off!" Randy urged, as he dropped his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. For a moment, he pretended it was the tender lips and tongue of Davie Knight that were ministering to his carnal needs, that it was the pretty teenager who was sucking him off. Despite the square getup she was wearing, he had found her a super looking kid with good boobs and legs. There was something innocently sexy about her that she probably wasn't even aware of. She might be screwed up about sex with the kind of life she must have lived, hut he wasn't so sure. From his experience, those sheltered little schoolgirls usually turned out to be the wildest numbers on the block, once they had gotten laid. Geezus, it would really be a helluva hayride to get that tender young piece, shoot his boiling cum down her throat, into her sweet virgin cunt, maybe even her asshole… Trish just had to come through this time – he knew for sure now that he really wanted that Knight chick!