Sexual electricity sizzled through every cell in his body. Mona’s tongue was growing more and more intimate. Like a moist little feather, her tonguetip drilled into the ring of his asshole. Inward, she dipped, reaming his anus. Two women, two mouths working so industriously at his body. It was like an adolescent wet dream, something a man fantasized, but something that never happened.
But this was real — so fantastically real!
He felt his balls swelling, aching. There would be no way to stem the rising tide of his need at this rate — no way any man could control himself.
Apparently, realizing his mounting desire, Liz eased back from his cock, giving it one last smacking kiss. Scooting back up she kissed his mouth and said, “There! It’s all ready. I want to watch you shove that marvelous pussy-pleaser into your sister’s cunt. I want to watch you fuck the hell out of her!”
The words jolted him, sending another wild flourish of arousal streaking straight to his groin. The thought of his own wife looking on while he balled another woman was something that completely blew his mind. In all their years together, all the lovers they had taken outside the marriage bed, they had never seen the other make it with another person. To do it now only increased the passion of this moment. It was damn sexy and Liz seemed to be aroused at the prospect as much as he was.
And they weren’t the only ones!
Mona’s titillating tongue slithered from his bowels and her mouth was back at his neck again, kissing and licking. “Yes, fuck me, big brother. Fuck the hell out of your little sister.”
It was an easy request with which to comply. Rolling over, he wrapped the delicious woman in his arms and kissed her. At the same time, he worked a hand between her thighs. The ease with which his index finger slid into the juicy harbor of her pussy answered his unspoken question. His sister was turned on and ready for the ravaging piston of his cock. Her cunt was a veritable rain forest of lubricant — hot and wet and willing.
Lolling to her back, Mona made her body an open invitation to him. Slipping his probing finger from her pussy, he accepted that invitation. He mounted the supine temptress, his eager prick sliding into the juicy gash of her cunt with no aid from either his or her hand.
There was no art to their coupling. She was a woman who wanted a man. And he was a man very much in need of a woman. The fiery lust of their bodies was all the incentive they needed at that moment.
His hips lurched, plunging the full length of his cock into the clingy depths of her cunt. She cried out in delighted surprise. Stiff and hard, he rammed himself home, stuffing the tight channel of her vagina with throbbing manmeat.
Wildly, her small, voluptuous body thrashed beneath his impaling rod. The juices of her warm, sheltering pussy seemed suddenly to increase their flow. The pulsating column of his prodder was bathed and washed in that exciting flood of womanly fluids.
“Fuck me, brother!” she whispered lewdly in his ear. “Fuck your little sister until she begs for mercy!”
His pelvis jerked with the stirring command of her words. Upward he wrenched, drawing the fat plunger of his cock from the moist cleft of her loins. Then downward with all his might, he slammed back into that sweet furrow of flesh.
There was no way for her to escape him. The floor of the tent was no mattress on a bed. It was hard and unyielding. She felt every ounce of his soul-jarring thrust. She received every swollen inch of his lust-gorged prick up into the mouth of her belly.
She groaned beneath the crotch-slapping meeting of their bodies. Her lips writhed in pleasure and her dark eyes fluttered closed as she savored the grinding impact of their pelvises. She was pinned beneath him, feeling his full weight crushing atop her. She was skewered to his body and loving every minute of it.
Again he lurched into the air and once more swung downward with relentless fury. This time, she greeted him. Her hips arched up in bucking fashion. The trembling lips of her pouted pussy welcomed the driving stroke of his cock. She accepted him, taking all of his fat prick into the spongy interior of her cunt, then squeezing it possessively.
Whether it was the excitement of once again having her brother within her, or perhaps that wonderfully wicked feeling of knowing that Liz watched every desire-flamed movement of their coupled bodies, he didn’t know, but on the fourth ram-rodding plunge of his prick, Mona came. She cried out and clutched at him while he increased the tempo of his strokes, prolonging the soaring sensations of her climax-gripped body.
Her second release followed quickly on the heels of the first. Then the third and fourth and fifth. He knew that women were more than capable of sequential orgasms. Liz experienced them frequently. But he had never known a woman to react this way, so quickly and so violently.
That wonderful feeling of power, pleasure and self-accomplishment suffused through his body — the feeling of a man who has satisfied his woman. His sister’s body shuddered and quaked with each soul-penetrating thrust of his cock. Every invasion of her juicy, pink-lipped cunt seemed to set off yet another explosion of ecstasy within her body. It was as if all the frustration and heartbreak of her marriage to Frank bad suddenly fallen away and now she was making up for lost time.
“God… you… you… Sweet Jesus… you’re… killing… me.” Her words were barely discernible, held within the lusty groans rolling up from the depth of her throat. “Fuck… me. Fuck me!”
He never stopped. His body felt as though he had the strength to continue poling this delightfully sensuous woman — his sister — for a lifetime. He knew it was an illusion and that his own biological needs would eventually win out over his determination, but for the moment, it was a fantastic experience.
Higher and higher, the woman under his pumping body seemed to soar. Each explosive shudder of her body was stronger and harder. She was moving toward a climax of climaxes, he realized — the big one — the one that would make all the pleasure she was now experiencing seem pale in comparison. And it was his duty, his pleasure, to see that she got there.
Bucking like a lust-enraged stallion, he slammed deeply into her orgasmically-quaking cunt. His prick was a fiery brand. Despite the constant flow of her syrupy lubricants, friction burned along the sensitive length of his cock. His balls were boiling, trying to free the flood of sperm and semen they contained.
He thought of icebergs. And when that didn’t help, he thought of Arctic blizzards, of sailing ships, of sealing wax, or cabbages and kings, anything to distract his mind from the consuming need of his own body. Anything that would allow him to sate the passions of this cock-hungry woman writhing under him. Anything that would allow him to release the total ecstasy contained in his sister’s body.
At the same time, he drove himself on with reckless abandon. He pistoned in and out of the pleasure-squeezing channel of this raven-haired beauty’s pussy. Hard and long, he fed his cock into the hot chamber of her lust, thrilling at the sensations his rough, almost brutal fucking was igniting within his sister.
She cried out. Her voice was high-pitched, a whimpering cry of pleasure unleashed. The woman under him went completely rigid for a moment. Then her body shuddered, possessed with the flesh tremors of ecstasy. She quaked and writhed, twisted and bucked. She came, came like she had never come before in her life.
“Now it’s your turn,” he heard Liz whisper at his side. “You deserve it. You’re quite a stud!”
His wife’s hand caressingly moved over the boulder-hard globes of his buttocks to tuck down between his legs. Then her fingers were there, playing and massaging the rumpled sac of his testicles.
It was too much. The exciting pleasure of his sister’s climax after climax. His own passion. And his wife’s taunting fingers. It was too much!
He came!
Thick and steaming, he came. He lurched under the force of his climax. His body shuddered and quaked with a violence equaling that of the woman still lying under him. He blew his load, spurting fountain after fountain of hot come into his sister’s cunt.
It s
eemed like hours before his cock eased in its eruption. Then he just lay there, soaking in the fantastic luxury of his sister’s body. He felt his prick deflating, slithering out from her come-drenched hole, but he didn’t care. He was drained and sated, as was Mona.
At least he thought she was. He had once read that a woman has the physical capability of climaxing until judgment day. Just how true that statement was became apparent when he finally rolled to his back.
Immediately, Liz moved in. Not for him, but for his sister. The heaveny-titted redhead was on her hands and knees between Mona’s open thighs. As he watched, his wife slowly lowered her head, the lips of her mouth meeting the lips of her sister-in-law’s pussy.
Mona moaned, her eyes fluttering open and gazing down at the woman kneeling between her thighs. Whether she had ever felt a woman’s mouth on her cunt before, Jason didn’t know. But one thing was certain: she didn’t mind it now.
Nor did Liz. His wife’s tongue was now busily licking away the opalescent trickle of come oozing from his sister’s love hole. Pink and wet that dexterous little oral digit went to work with an ardent fervor. Hungrily, Liz lapped up the welling traces of his release. Politely she licked and cleaned the dampness of Mona’s cunt.
Jason watched, unable to take his eyes off the titillating sight of his own wife on her hands and knees busily eating another woman. In the past, Liz had admitted her woman-to-woman experimenting to him. As with most men, it had turned him on. However, he had never witnessed a woman loving a woman until now. Even in his drained state, the scene before him was one of the most sexually stirring sights he had ever seen.
Wetly, Liz’s delicate tongue tips ran up the fur-fringed slit of Mona’s pussy. The supine woman shivered deliciously. Despite her recent climax-after-climax explosion, she was fully engrossed by the woman laving around on her twat. It was easy to see her arousal in the flaring of her nostrils and the bright gleam of lust in her dark eyes.
“It’s so wicked,” Mona managed to say through trembling lips. “It’s so wonderful, like a man’s mouth, but different, so wonderfully different!”
Liz apparently recognized that subtle difference. Tenderly, she reached out and with one hand to each side of her sister-in-law’s pubis, she eased those moist labia lips apart. From his position, Jason was unable to get a good view of everything that was happening. He remedied that by swinging around a bit, so that he was positioned at Mona’s feet. The view was breathtaking in itself. Not only did he get an eyeful of his sister’s opened cunt with its pink, scalloped inner lips, but he had an unobstructed line on his wife’s shaven love mound, upturned, its excitingly hairless lips dampened by the redhead’s own arousal.
While he took in the whole scene, Liz’s tongue once more resumed its cunt lapping. In light, fleeting strokes, she tickled her tonguetip along the wet, pinkness of Mona’s pussy. Her smacking, oral sounds rose and mingled with the constant moaning of the woman lying before her.
Delicately, that exploring oral digit rose up the dampness of her sister-in-law’s sexual cleft, clinging at the top of its gash. The results were volcanic. Mona groaned and writhed, obviously caught in another of her sudden climactic releases.
The reason was simple. Liz had located that very special button of the black-haired woman’s pleasure — her clit. Tenderly, she worked her tongue over the slightly extended nubbin. With a slow, constant, rubbing pressure, she sent Mona into the writhing agony of ecstasy, again and again.
It was a replay of the fucking the raven-haired beauty had received. Her orgasms were short and fast, building higher and higher with each blasting shudder of her naked body.
Liz suddenly changed her tactics. Easing a finger to the woman’s clit, continuing to fondle that all-important center of a woman’s passion, she began to lick back down to the waiting mouth of Mona’s cunt.
In a sudden invasion of tongue, the flaming-haired temptress thrust her oral digit into her sister-in-law’s twat. Mona cried out. Her hips jerked up, pressing firmly into Liz’s face. Her arms shot out, gripping the floor of the tent with her hands as if to anchor her firmly to the ground.
To his surprise, Jason felt his limp hose-of-a-cock on the rise again. Throbbing and pulsing with renewed life, his prick rose, standing stiff and erect as a flagpole. With each woman-hungry plunge of Liz’s probing tongue, his balls lurched with increasing arousal.
There was no way he could resist that uptilted slot of his woman’s shaven pussy. It looked too lonely, too abandoned there without hand, tongue or cock. Pushing to his knees, he scooted behind his wife and while she busily ate his sister’s cunt, he slipped his rod into the warm sleeve of her body.
Liz groaned, wiggling her sleek asscheeks back against his crotch in appreciation of his thoughtfulness.
It would be a long time before his testicles were fiery with need, but he didn’t mind. He planned a long, slow fuck for this woman, his woman. After all, the three of them had all night before them and he didn’t think she would mind.
He was right.
CHAPTER NINE
The sun was high in the sky by the time Liz awakened the next morning. She stretched, feeling wonderful. Last night had been something special — for all three of them — something she hoped they would share again soon.
She rolled to her side and glanced at Jason and Mona still asleep atop the double sleeping bag. She had never thought about this brother and sister making love, but last night she had found out just how sexy a sight watching her husband ball actually was. That he was fucking his sister only seemed to heighten the sexual thrill. Definitely something the three of them must do again, she nodded to herself with a smile.
In fact, she realized, she wouldn’t mind a repeat performance right now. But neither of her lovers looked in any shape at the moment to assist her. Again she smiled, realizing just how much of a sex hungry woman she was. She didn’t mind, it made her feel marvelous. It was a feeling she hoped would be around for a long time.
Quietly slipping from her husband’s side, Liz stood and found a pair of blue jeans and a blouse within her pack. She slipped into them, purposely forgetting panties and bra. She felt deliciously wicked this morning and only half dressing served to prolong that feeling. Also, she wanted to walk down to the river for a swim and underwear would only get in the way of undressing for a skinny dip.
Outside the tent, she was surprised to find everyone still in their tents. It was late. Perhaps they had all had the same type of night she had shared with her husband and his sister. She hoped so!
Slowly strolling down to the river, she enjoyed the feeling of the sun warming her body. A warmth she was more than appreciative of when she stretched out on the bank to allow the sun to dry her after a brief swim. Lying there, alone and naked seemed to fit her sensual mood perfectly. She wasn’t sure just how long she soaked in the sun, nor did she care. But eventually the smell of fresh brewing coffee wafted in her nostrils. Somebody was awake back at camp and that coffee did smell good. Reluctantly, she gave in to that enticing aroma, rising to once more slip into jeans and blouse.
Back at camp, Bret squatted alone beside a small fire. Her son looked up and smiled when she approached. “Hey, today’s not your turn as chief cook and bottle washer.”
“I know,” he replied. “But since nobody else was awake, I thought I could manage a bit of coffee. Care for a cup?”
“Mmmmmmm,” she nodded, accepting the tin cup he handed her and sipping. “Hey, that’s good. Think I’ll keep you around as my son a little longer. It’s hard to find a man that can make a good cup of coffee.”
Bret laughed. “I was thinking about going ahead and getting breakfast ready for everybody. Want to help?”
“Might as well,” she answered. “What’s on the menu?”
“I saw what looked like a patch of wild blackberries back in the woods yesterday before…” He stopped, obviously not wishing to remind her of Frank’s explosion yesterday. He took a deep breath and started again. “Anyway, I th
ought they might be just the right touch for pancakes.”
“In my day, when a young man asked a girl to go blackberry picking, it was usually just an excuse to get her alone and make a pass,” she said in jest. “What’s on your mind, young man?”
“Blackberries,” he smiled, picking up a small bowl and standing. He offered his mother a hand as she rose from beside the fire. “And my mother.”
Liz looked at her son, unsure what he meant. “Is something bothering you?”
“Yes,” he said, as they walked away from the camp, moving into the forest. “Yesterday. I’ve been thinking about what happened yesterday.”
“I know yesterday was hard on you,” Liz began. “Frank was cruel. He had no right to speak to Karen, or you, that way. However, I thought you handled yourself well. I think if I had been in your place, I would have punched his nose… or worse. In fact, I almost did.”
Bret smiled. “That’s over with. Karen and I had a long talk last night. In fact, that’s all we did last night was talk. She had to get things straight in her head. She was pretty well shaken up by all that happened.”
“And you?”
“Me too,” he admitted. “Especially by what you said last night.”
“Me?”
“About what happened with you and Phil,” Bret said, stopping and looking at his mother. “That you and Phil had made love.”
Suddenly, she didn’t know what to say.
“And what Dad said about Linda and him making love,” her son continued. “At first, it just blew my mind — you, my mother, making it with my cousin Phil, and Linda and Dad out there in the woods together. But this morning, I’ve had time to think about it some more. And I guess the shock has worn off some…”
He paused, as though he were uncertain of what to say next.
“And?” She was sure what her son was trying to say. But at that moment, she was hoping. If Jason and Linda made love, why not Bret and her?
“And, I was hoping that perhaps you felt…” he stumbled over his words, “… that you and I could… that I could make love with you.”
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