"Hell, no. He did, though."
"Are you okay, Ron? Did that bitch hurt you?" asked Melinda, anxious.
"Don't worry. I'm doing fine."
"Hey, good, kid," said Sid. "So am I. Take a look at the way the water beads up on your sister's skin. Isn't that truly a sight to behold? The water sort of glistens off that golden pussy fur of hers. God, I'm getting horny just looking at her!"
"So do something about it, prick!" snapped Ellen.
"You're getting touchy in your old age. Maybe having him fuck you while I'm having at Goldilocks would brighten you up a little. Bend over, Ellen, and let him screw you up the ass. You always get off on that in a big way."
"Yeah, I'd like that." Turning to Ron, Ellen said in a cold voice, "And if you don't, I'll slice those precious balls of yours off with the thread. I won't do it all at once, either. Just a little bit at a time. You'll howl with the pain. It'll cut through your skin. Soon your nuts will be hanging by a thread – my thread. Then… you're minus the family jewels. How'd you like being a gelding, huh?"
"I get the picture. You don't have to say anything else." Ron was thinking of what she was saying, then he knew he would never get a hard-on with her threats rattling around in his brain. He had to think of something else, something sexy.
Like Melinda.
He turned to see the big coach pinning his sister against a tile wall. The man's cock was big and red and hunting for the snug berth of her cunt. Her legs were spread wide to give him easier entry up into her pussy.
He hardly needed directing. The blonde triangle of her pussy fur as like a road sign pointing the way. The point of the triangle directly aimed at her cunt.
The girl gasped as the prick entered her. She found herself being bent over backwards. This shoved her twat down around his cock. It wasn't a very steady position, but she found it to be a really sexy one.
The man's strong arms around her waist completely supported her. As the water hissed down on them the heat seeped into her tired bones. She found the steamy room and hot water to be rejuvenating her. And the cock drilling up into her twat was bringing the almost forgotten passion locked in her youthful body out again.
She wanted his cock.
She wanted him to fuck hell out of her.
Everything was right for it. She shoved her tits against his chest and began rubbing them. Tiny little fires were lit in her nipples. Soon, it spread, and her boobs were filled with excited blood pumping hard from her heart.
She wanted to wrap her long legs around his waist. It wasn't possible. The girl was going to have to be content with the way he was fucking her.
Not that it was all that bad. He was using long, slow strokes designed to let his own passions blossom and flourish. The man didn't really care much for the girl's comfort.
She was a cunt to be plugged with his thick cock. Nothing more.
The teenager let the soothing water relax her, making her totally receptive to the feelings of the fucking. The long, hard cock stretched her pussy walls. It was so hard remembering she had been a virgin before the evening had started.
But she had. And she'd learned a hell of a lot – the hard way – in the past few hours.
She wouldn't forget it, either. Any of it.
Right now, the flood of water and the warmth of the prick were the only things she wanted to think about.
"Like my cock, don't you?" the man whispered hotly in her ear. She answered by struggling a little, then bending her knees. This showed his cock a fraction of an inch deeper up her quim.
"Thought so!" he gloated. Then he went back to his careful, rhythmic screwing.
Ron watched all this and felt his cock hardening. He could be balling his sister. It was incest, but that only seemed to add to the excitement. He was the first one she'd ever fucked. That thought turned him on enough to get a raging boner.
Jutting out from his body, his prick seemed to be a beacon for the horny woman. She grabbed it like a handle and began stroking up and down its length. With the water pouring over it, Ron quickly found he was able to stand it.
But he would have preferred a hotter, tighter channel. Like his sister's twat.
He would have to settle for the round, bulging ass being shoved back at him. The woman was bending over the low railing between the locker room and the showers. It was obvious where she wanted him to stick his cock.
He could see the puckered little anus at the bottom of her crack. The meaty slabs of assflesh on either side drew him closer.
Quickly, he shoved forward and moaned when his broad cockhead touched the little muscle of her asshole. The tight O ring of muscle wasn't going to let him up her back door. It was clenched like a fist.
"Relax," he said. "I can't get in!"
"Don't worry about it. Just start shoving," Ellen ordered.
"It's your ass," the youth said, then shoved his hips forward. He used a steady pressure. He'd never cornholed a woman before. He wasn't sure what to expect.
When the muscle suddenly relaxed, he found himself surging up her shit chute all the way to his balls. He groaned again when he felt hot flesh clinging to the sides of his cock.
When she began tensing and relaxing her muscles, he thought he'd cum then and there. Her anus was like a hangman's noose around his prick. It tightened to the point where he was certain she'd chop him off. And her rectum was like a tight-fitting glove.
It took all his will power to keep his jism from blasting out into her ass. He knew if he didn't give her a full measure of pleasure, she might carry out all the vile threats she made.
He'd have to pretend this woman was someone else – otherwise he would always remember the threats and lose his hard-on.
It wasn't a pleasant situation for him to be in. If he didn't give her a good butt fucking, she would punish him. And if he dwelled on what she might do to him, he would lose his erection.
The only way he could keep going was to look over his shoulder at the golden image of his sister. The man was wildly banging her now. The girl's face was twisted into a contorted mask. But the youth recognized it.
She was enjoying the fucking.
He'd have to enjoy this, too, if he wanted to keep the woman from turning him into a gelding.
From stud to gelding in one evening if he didn't properly bugger her. It wasn't an exciting prospect.
Yet, he found her body demanding more and more of him. She somehow managed to tighten up her ass to the point where he pelt as if it were being sucked up into her bowels.
The way his cock was bouncing round, he wondered what she was feeling. His cock was totally surrounded by her seething flesh. The heat boiling out her asshole was enough to keep any man happy. He was only sorry it had to be under these circumstances that he was Greeking her.
Hot, sure, and definitely a hell of a lot tighter than her cunt. It wasn't as good as fucking his sister, but he couldn't complain that much. He began dragging his cock out of her asshole.
"Fuck me good, now!" she commanded. "Pleasure me as good as you can or you'll really be sorry."
"I will," he promised. "I'll give you the best cornholing you ever got."
"So do it! Stop talking!"
He rammed his hips forward. He wished he could have used his hands to balance himself. But they were tied behind his back. He bent forward a little, his chest rubbing against her back.
He could feel her spine flexing. Each and every bone in it seemed to be working against him. He drove his spike of man meat a little deeper up her rear. The heat grew as he went deeper. It wasn't possible for him to get too much farther up her rectum without setting his prick on fire.
She wiggled her hips and rubbed the curves of her ass into his groin. He knew, then, the full depth to which he could fuck. He thought she might open her mouth and have his prick shoot out.