A. Jacks - Two-way Lust

Skewered, shafted, impaled, she thought, fucked!

Like a lance of flesh, his mighty prodder packed the tight confines of her quim. Swollen and throbbing, his massive cock strained the pink folds of her pussy so that they fitted him like a glove. The hardness of his prick jerked and twitched in its yearning for her.

“Damn!” he groaned. “You feel so damn good! So hot and tight!”

And he felt long, hard and deep. She wiggled her ass around on the bedspread. His cock rocked and whipped within her pussy, setting off a chain-reaction of thrills that shot up from her cunt to her brain. She moaned, worshipping the filling feel of him.

“Good,” she whispered in his ear. “My brother’s cock feels marvelous! Fuck me, Jace. Fuck your sister!”

He did. His pelvis jerked high, then plunged down. The impact came like a triple shot of hundred proof whiskey. The lusty pleasure he brought made her reel in a drunken stupor of pleasure. She groaned out loud and long. Her stomach muscles clamped down, squeezing tightly around his thick shaft.

“God!” she hissed in delight. “You can’t imagine what it’s like to have you in me again.”

“I can,” he said. “I know what it’s like to be there.”

Up and down, he fed his cock into her willing body. Her hips caught his rhythmic strokes and kept time. She strained against him, attempting to draw his pulsating piston even deeper into the lusting hole of her pussy. She wanted him deep, driving to the burning core of her need.

Phil satisfied her, more than satisfied her. But with her brother, it was so different. She didn’t know why or understand the exciting difference of having her brother fuck her. She didn’t care. All that was important was the carnal desires he created in her wanton body, and then the way he quenched them.

Harder his pelvis rose and fell. His crotch slapped into hers. A wet sheen of sweat coated their nakedness. Deep furrows of concentration wrinkled his brow. His ball bag slapped at the furry lips of her quim. And his cock kept sliding in and out of the juicy slit of her cunt.

Seeking to drive, even deeper into the heated haven of her young, sensual body, her brother slid his hands down, caressing the supple silkiness of her outer thighs. His exploring fingertips moved under her muscular legs and hefted them high.

“Ahharrgggahhh!” she moaned out in reveling pleasure.

His fat cock seemed to sink at least two inches deeper into the juicy gash of her quim. The knobby crown of his prick threatened to bang against the ring of her cervix.

Her legs raised in the air, she lost most of the leverage needed for movement. She squirmed and writhed, trying to hunch up and meet the ravishing strokes of her brother’s massive tool. The results were fantastic. His cock whipped around and gyrated within the wet folds of her sex.

Downward the thickness of his shaft plummeted into the moist harbor of her pussy. The tight cheeks of her ass swished against the bedspread. She concentrated, clamping down with the well-toned muscles of her stomach.

Her brother groaned, fiery friction burning lust around the entrenched lance of his prick. He pulled up, his whole body quivering with need and desire. Up to the very lips of her cunt he slid, then rammed back down, jarring her body under his full weight.

It was so good. The young black-haired beauty found her body and mind completely under the command of her brother’s deep reaming cock. She loved her husband, loved the sex they shared. But this was her own brother, her first lover, the man who had taken her hymen and made her a woman.

Deep within the molten core of her pussy, fires flared higher and higher. She soared with them, letting their consuming flames lick through every cell of her trembling body. She came hard and long, groaning and moaning while her brother’s stiff offering continued to plow the sweet, quivering gash of her pussy.

Then he suddenly went rigid. Throwing himself firmly into the fleshy saddle of her crotch. Hot spurts of sperm and semen blasted from the slitted mouth of his cock. He came, grunting and groaning like some bull in rut.

She accepted the gushing fountains of his lust. She squeezed down around his jerking prick. She milked him with the folds of her pussy, trying to drain the last drop of his come from his balls.

His lust spent, he sagged into her, his muscles, a moment before boulder-hard, now flaccid and quivering.

“You’re some man, Jace Tuning,” she whispered with a sigh of contentment. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this.”

Weakly, he pushed up on his elbows, hovering above her. For a few seconds, his eyes just caressed the beauty of his sister’s face with their loving gaze. Then, he kissed her.

They held each other close until his cock, limp and spent, slithered from her come-filled quim. Then Jace rolled to his back, pulling two cigarettes from a pack on the bed stand and lighting both.

Handing one of the cigarettes to Melinda, he said, “Now that I’ve had you again, I don’t want to give you up.”

“I know,” she replied, taking a long drag from the cigarette. “But how do we handle it? I really don’t like the idea of sneaking around and cheating on Phil and Susan.”

“I don’t either,” Jace answered. “But I don’t see how else we can manage it. If we’re careful and not greedy…”

“They’ll find us out sooner or later,” Melinda said, knowing it was impossible to keep it from Phil and Susan.

“Then what do we do?” Jace asked. “We can’t tell them. I don’t want to lose Susan. Melinda, I love my wife.”

She nodded. “Can’t see spending my life with anyone but Phil. I don’t know what to do. I don’t think…”

The sound of a car pulling off the highway interrupted Melinda. The raven-haired beauty slipped from the bed and went to the window.

“It’s Phil and Susan,” Melinda said, scurrying around the room gathering up her clothing. She ran to her brother and kissed him. “If we’re careless like this, we’ll have to explain everything before either of us is ready.”

With that she turned and ran into the bedroom she and Phil were using. Pulling her ski outfit from a suitcase, she tossed it on the bed, then slipped into the shower to wash away the traces of her brother’s seed oozing from the still pouting lips of her pussy.

Susan stirred in that drowsy state of semi awareness of half-sleep. Satisfying memories moved slowly within her mind, replaying themselves.

After returning from the store, the four of them had managed one run down the intermediate slope before darkness, then a very nice dinner before the blazing fireplace. Somewhat surprisingly, Jace and Melinda seemed to be tearing down whatever barrier had risen between them.

Then, she sighed to herself, she and Jace had retired to their bedroom. Despite the physical demands of skiing, her husband didn’t have sleep on his mind. Instead, after they stepped from the shower, he balled her on the bathroom floor. To her amazement, his cock had already risen to the task again by the time they slipped under the sheet. He took her again, bringing her off five times before he blasted his desire into her quivering cunt. His prick still nestled within her, they had drifted off to sleep.

Susan rolled over and reached out to snuggle closer to Jace. Her groping arm embraced empty air.

Her eyes opened wide and awake. Her hand patted the vacant bed as though disbelieving its emptiness. Then she smiled to herself.

Midnight snack, she thought. That man of mine is always ready for food.

Not that the thought of a sandwich was bad, she pondered. She threw back the sheets and eased from the bed. Slipping her feet into a pair of warm house slippers, she walked to a closet and pulled out a robe to cover her nakedness.