A. Jacks - Two-way Lust

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.

In a wild frenzy their bodies rocked and bucked. She undulated her pelvis with each up-down rise of his. She fucked him as hard as he fucked her. As she sighed with pure pleasure, Phil came, once again flooding her loins with the thick fountains of his jism.

For moments she lay beneath him, feeling his bone-hard cock slowly deflated to a sleepy snake and withered from the depths of her cunt. Two down. Bring on the rest, she thought, still lost in the sexual power fantasy she lived.

Soft, like the brushing of a small feather, she felt the moist tip of a tongue lick at the pouting pink lips of her quim. The blonde moaned in a whimpery voice of delight. Her eyes fluttered open and glanced down. Melinda’s raven-black hair fell over her creamy thighs as the other woman knelt to lick at her cunt. To each side, Phil and Jace sat back watching with wide-eyed interest. Susan moaned again, reaching down to stroke the head of her female lover.

Tenderly, Melinda’s tongue weaved its way up into the come-drenched slit of Susan’s quim. The mixture of very male jism and very female fluids was exciting. She sucked them into her mouth and swallowed them. Well aware of the two men who watched and the effect of woman-to-woman sex on men, she went about her task with deliberate languor. Often the swipes of her pink tongue were exaggerated so that both men could see the intimate caresses she laved on Susan’s delectable cunt.

Then too was her own love for this woman and the want to provide her pleasure. Not to mention the delight she had discovered with the woman and the lust she felt for her sister-in-law.

Good, Susan thought. Melinda’s delving tongue felt so soft and gentle. It was a perfect counterpoint to the driving strength of her husband’s and brother’s cocks. She moaned, feeling her own need flame again, racing at an uncontrollable pace.

Around and around the whipping oral digit ate at her pussy. Higher and higher the sexy blonde soared. She came. Her whole body shuddered and quaked. She cried out, groaning the full pleasure of her release. So intense were the sensations that caught her, she thought that she was going to black out for a moment. She had read of women who passed out when they climaxed, but until now, she had thought they were simply fantasies of some writer’s mind.