“Hey,” Susan cut in. “Don’t I have something to say about that?”
“You’ll say ‘yes’,” Jace replied. “I’ve seen that look on your face for two years now. All Phil has to do is come and knock and you’ll be flat on your back for him.”
“Jealous?” Susan asked.
“Nope. I also thought it was one of the sexiest sights I’ve seen,” Jace answered. “Hope you two don’t mind a couple of Peeping Toms.”
Jace pulled her close and kissed her. It wasn’t a casual “I Love You” kiss, but a long, tongue probing to the throat kiss. She moaned, rolling to him. The heavy balls of her tits rolled against his chest. Her nipples grew hard as the wanton lust of her body flared high. She reached down between his thighs to find his cock standing high and hard. She squeezed it, not caring that her brother and his wife watched.
When they parted, she glanced to Melinda and Phil. The other couple didn’t seem to mind company either. The black-haired woman had slid down beside her husband. Her mouth was now stuffed full of his long, fat cock. Susan watched while her sister-in-law mouthed a massive burden of prick, bringing it to life within her face until it stood at rigid attention.
“Oooohhhh!” Susan moaned in sudden surprise.
Jace’s finger slipped up into the hot pocket of her quim. Like a miniature prick it stroked in and out. She wiggled a bit, opening herself to his delving digit. She squeezed harder on his cock, jacking her hand up and down that turgid shaft.
“Fuck me, Jace,” she said turning to her husband. “I want you to fuck me. Now!”
He pulled her to him and kissed her, long, hard, and arousing. “Your ass. I want your ass.”
She offered no protest, but released his throbbing dick and rolled over so that she was on all fours on the floor. She poked her rear mounds into the air and wiggled them to tempt him.
Immediately, he scrambled behind her and grasped the twin cushions of flesh. For several minutes, he stood there and kneaded her ass cheeks while whispering loving and very sexy things. Then he parted the pads of her buttocks. She shivered, feeling his breath bathe over the puckered mouth of her anus.
“Oh, Jace!” she moaned. “That feels so good!”
His tongue flicked out and tapped over the tight nodes of her asshole. He licked at that tiny mouth. Delicious shivers raced along her spine setting up wave after wave of excited gooseflesh.
Around and around his oral digit worked. Then the tip of his tongue wiggled into her ass, then even deeper. While he ate at her, she did her best to maintain her balance. The sensations her husband created within her were unbelievable. This whole night had been nothing but one unexpected sexual encounter after another.
“There,” he said. “Relax.”
She did. The swollen head of his prick pressed against her anus. She relaxed even more, allowing that arrow-shaped tip to penetrate the taut ring of her asshole, then slid inward and up her back.
A woman can feel a man in her pussy, she thought, but a woman can feel a cock up her ass!
She could. She felt every pulsating inch of his plunger. Her mouth, her cunt and now her ass. Tonight her body was designed but for one thing — cock. And she was taking it every way it was offered — and loving it.
Slowly, Jace pulled back. She clamped down, squeezing her rectum around his engorged prodder. He groaned as fiery friction seared along every inch of his cock. Still he pulled outward until only the head of his prick remained entrenched within her. Then he pushed back in.
She relaxed, letting her husband’s stiff invasion drill up into the volcano-like heat of her bowels. So good, she thought, he feels so damn good. It was like having a man in her quim, but so deliciously different. She wondered about those men and women who, had never experienced anal lovemaking. It was their loss, not hers.
Across the room, Melinda threw her head onto Phil’s inflated rod. She let its bulging crown slide into her throat, then she started sucking. Slowly, she pulled back, sucking harder and harder while she rose up the meaty column of prick. Her lips smacked loudly when she pulled tiff her husband’s cock.
“Hey?” Phil looked down at her. “Why did you stop?”
“Because, my darling husband,” Melinda smiled, “you can’t take your eyes off your sister. I can’t blame you. Susan is one hell of a woman.”
“Huh?”
Melinda eased up beside him and whispered in his ear. Phil’s eyes grew wide with disbelief. He looked at her. “You and Susan?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
“Damn! I hope you don’t expect the same from Jace and me,” Phil said. “I’m strictly a woman’s man. But the thought of you and Susan together. Wow!”
Melinda laughed. “You dig watching your wife getting screwed, don’t you?”
Phil grinned and nodded affirmatively. “The thought of seeing you and Susan is something else.”
“Then why don’t you go over there and fill your sister’s pussy full of come again,” Melinda suggested. “Then I’ll show you just what I can do.”
“Are you sure? I mean you and I were…”
“We can wait,” Melinda said. “You’ve just discovered that your sister is a woman — something Jace and I have shared for years. Now go to her.”
Phil glanced at his black-haired wife, kissed her, then scooted toward Susan.
The blonde wasn’t sure what was happening. One moment she was dreamily lost in the steady in-out rhythm of Jace’s cock, the next, her husband thrust himself deeply into her bowels, wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her a bit, then lay her on her side while still plugged into her ass.
Her eyes fluttered open to see Phil slide down in front of her. “What?”
“Relax, sis,” he said. “I’m just coming back for seconds.”
“You’re what?” she muttered, what he had said just penetrating her pleasure-laden brain. “Phil, don’t, you can’t!”
He did. Parting her legs, he drilled his cock up into the wet slit of her cunt.
“God!” she groaned. “Oh, my God!”
I’m nothing but a fucking machine, she thought. Two men at once. Two cocks crammed into my cunt and ass!
She didn’t have time to be indignant about the unexpected invasion of her body. Phil immediately started pumping his prick in and out of her quim. The dual skewering of her wanton body sent her soaring to new heights of carnal pleasure.
She could feel both her men at once. She felt them pressing against one another through the thin membrane separating her pussy and ass. She wondered if they could feel one another, if they found that contact arousing as she did.
Inward Jace drilled his plunger into her asshole, reaming long and deep. Outward, Phil pulled until his cocks crown nestled in the outer lips of her cunt. Then outward Jace eased and inward Phil plunged.
She accepted each of their fleshy offerings, loving the heat sensations they sent swirling through her. She felt like a total sex object, realizing that if cocks had been presented to her mouth and hands she would have been willing to service them as well.
These two men and their demanding pricks completely dominated her. All she existed for was the feel of their in-out stroking. She felt her identity blur and melt away. She was woman and they were men. She existed to take them into her body, to feel the pleasure they could provide her. There was that and in this moment there was nothing else.
Jace came first, his seed blasting from the jerking head of his cock. She groaned, relishing the hot gushes of his jism. She wiggled and squeezed her ass, trying to milk every drop of sperm and semen from her husband’s cock. When his deflated cock slipped from her come coated asshole, she turned her full attention to draining the still rigid cock plugged into her cunt.
Matching her hunching movements with those of her brother’s, she rolled to her back, pulling Phil on top of the voluptuous bed of her young willing body. Eagerly he pumped his cock in and out of her cunt, never missing a stroke as they changed positions.
She was the woman — the total woman now. Her own needs and desires no longer seemed to matter. That she could and would bring her brother off once more was all she cared about.