Stuffed into her mouth was her brother’s hard and virile prick. She trembled with each quaking jerk of that ponderous burden. Oozing drops of preseminal fluid flowed from the arrow head shaped tip of his rod, filling her mouth with the musky flavor of sex. She sucked and swallowed, delighting in the very masculine taste of her brother’s sexual juices.
Packed in her gripping pussy was her husband’s long, fat shaft. His hips moved in a slow, steady rhythm, as though giving her the opportunity to accustom herself to handling the dual assault on her body.
These were both her men, both her lovers. Individually, each had provided her with pleasure after pleasure. In turn, she had given them all her body offered, willingly and wantonly. Each on his own was great. But together, having them both in her body at the same time, was beyond description. She wondered if Susan had similar sensations when they had taken her in the ass and cunt.
The three of them found a mutual rhythm. Jace fed his needy cock into her mouth. She accepted the bludgeoning burden into her throat, then sucked hard and pulled back. Rocking back, she was met by the lancing length of Phil’s rod drilling into the spongy folds of her quim. Back and forth they moved. She moaned, unable and unwilling to escape this double attack on her body.
Thick, like a growing knot of hardness, the black-haired seductress felt the pressure growing at the base of her brother’s cock. With expert dexterity, she laved her loving tongue around the pole-like length of his manhood. She sucked harder and harder, trying to draw the flood of come she knew gathered within the dangling forms of his balls.
From behind, Phil continued his in-out strokes. His cock plummeted into the welcoming sluice of her cunt. His pelvis slapped into the upturned cushions of her finely shaped ass. Then he pulled back. Simultaneously, she squeezed down, gripping his turgid prod with all her might.
That warm glowing heat that signaled the start of climax swirled within her thighs. She bucked back on her husband’s poling prick, while sucking up the stiff rail of her brother’s sex. Then she rocked forward, throwing her back onto the pulsating lance of Jace’s cock.
The black-haired man before her moaned deep and long. His prick jumped and jerked within her jaws. Hot and thick a gush of steamy come jetted into her mouth. He came. And she sucked and gobbled down the sperm and semen that fountained from his groin. She licked and swallowed loving the masculine taste of her brother’s seed. She sucked and, sucked, making sure she took his last drop before allowing him to ease his pleasure-aching rod from her edacious mouth.
Then she turned her attention to the red haired man fucking her dog-style from behind.
As Phil threw himself into the juicy gash of her pussy, she bucked back. Their bodies slapped together. Both groaned, lust consuming their loins. He was close. She sensed the tension that gripped his body as he tried to hold himself back until she came. They both wanted the same thing — to come together.
Balancing herself on one arm, she reached back, her fingers weaving through the strands of her pubic hair and into the slit of her cunt. Slipping one finger into the pink spread of her pussy lips, she found the erect nubbin of her clitoris. Having toyed with that pleasure button more than once in her life, she expertly rolled it beneath her fingertip.
As her husband thrust his cock deep within the quaking interior of her body, she came — he came. Together they moaned out the extent of their release. Their bodies gave way and they collapsed to the floor still locked together in ecstasy.
Susan stood in the doorway, watching her brother ball his sexy young wife. Had she been as thoughtful as Melinda, she would have joined the dark-tressed beauty on the floor and used her mouth to bring the girl once again. But the blonde’s gaze drifted to her husband and his unoccupied prick. Jace lay stretched out on his back, eyes closed as though asleep. She smiled to herself, knowing just the trick to bring him back to life.
Tiptoeing across the den, she dropped to her knees at her husband’s side. Without touching him, she leaned over. Her tongue, pink and wet, flicked from her mouth and lightly tapped at the head of her husband’s sleeping penis. The hose like length of cock twitched under the featherlike oral caress. Jace stirred, apparently in that hazy state just before drifting to sleep.
In a long wet swipe, Susan dragged her tongue across the pinkly glowing surface of his glans. Her husband moaned-sighed again. His prick jerked, throbbing to life. She licked once more, running her tongue down to his scrotum and lapping at his testicles.
“Mmmmmm,” Jace whispered, his eyes fluttering open and a smile uplifting the corners of his mouth. “That’s a hell of a nice way to kiss a man awake.”
“My man,” she said in between playful licks to the rumpled sac of his balls. “And right now, I very much need my man and his lovely cock.”
Jace chuckled, reaching up to fondle one of the melon-like balls of her tits. In return, she scooped up his deflated prick in her mouth. Immediately she felt new life pulse, the drowsy snake of flesh. She licked and sucked, working her mouth in a most expert manner until her face was filled with long, hard cock. Somewhat reluctantly, she eventually slipped her red lips from his erect shaft. For a moment she eyed her handiwork while just kneeling there and enjoying the feel of her husband’s hands tenderly caressing her breast.
But just gazing at that stiff and ready hunk of man meat was not what she had in mind.
Giving the head of his prick one last loving kiss, she rose and straddled his waist, supporting herself on her knees. With both hands, she reached down and grasped the pole-like root of flesh and lifted it up so that it jutted straight into the air, its engorged head aimed directly at the fur-lined slit of her-pussy.
Jace, still stretched on his back, watched, his eyes moving from his cock to the waiting nest of willing flesh between her widely spread thighs.
Her legs quivering with need and excitement, the naked blonde slowly lowered herself. Inch by inch the lancing shaft of cock moved toward the open gates of her cunt. She moaned as the head of his prick pushed through the soft fleece of her cunt, then moaned again when it separated the moist, pink lips of her outer lips.
Down, ever downward, Susan lowered herself on the spear of man meat. Inward, she accepted the meaty shaft. Up into her body, past the scalloped inner lips of her cunt into the warm, spongy folds of her quim. Deeper and deeper the thick rod slid until she had taken every inch of him and sat firmly on his crotch.
A wicked little smile moved over Jace’s lips. She smiled back. He tensed and relaxed his pelvic muscles in quick movements. His cock jerked and jumped around within the tight pocket of her cunt.
“Don’t move,” she urged him. “I want to do this. I want to fuck my husband.”
He nodded, but at the same time reached up and took her heavy-laden breasts in his hands. His fingers squeezed into the pliant flesh, molding the mounds like balls of dough.
She didn’t protest. Enjoying the taunting sensations created by his loving hands, she started to move. Like a jockey adjusting his weight in the saddle, she rocked back and forth, causing the length of his prick to jerk around with the socket of her sex. Then she worked her ass around in small circles. His rod gyrated within her in deep screwing turns.
While his thumbs pressed into her stiff, plump nipples as though they were rubbery buttons, she pushed up on her legs. Unsure of her control, she rose only an inch, then slid back down the rail of cock. Again and again, she moved thusly, getting the feel of him and her own strength.
Slowly, but surely, she rose up the total length of that swollen column, stopping when only the head of her husband’s prick remained within the moist mouth of her cunt. Then slowly, she rode back down his prick, delighting as its massive form shot up into the wanton recesses of her quim.