A. Jacks - Two-way Lust

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.

No matter how many times she took Jace into her body, it seemed different, new and exciting. Fucking him like this brought new pleasures. His cock pressed and rubbed against parts of her cunt that normally were untouched. The friction ignited by their bodies seared through the trembly folds of her quim.

Up and down, she rode the rigid rail of her husband’s cock. All the while, his ever-moving hand squeezed and kneaded the melons of her tits. He tugged at the fleshy orbs of pleasure, watching them jiggle on her chest when he released them. He pushed them upward and rolled them under his palms.

Her own hands rubbed and slid over his chest, loving the feel of the thick hair sprouted there. Then on an impish impulse, she reached behind her and delved to his scrotum.

“God!” he moaned. His hips lurched up, slamming the full length of his prick into the juicy channel of her cunt.

Her fingers found his balls and gently played with the sensitive rocks. In response, her husband jerked and writhed beneath her. She grinned, thoroughly enjoying the control she had on him.

Slipping back up the fat length of his rod, she squeezed down with her pelvic muscles, gripping him as tight as possible. This action brought yet another pleased moan from the man she rode. Reaching the top of her fleshy pole, she relaxed and eased back down the throbbing joystick.

Despite his confining position, Jace now moved. His hips rose and fell in rhythm with her. In short little strokes, he did his best to cram his prick even deeper into the humid cleft of her loins. He wiggled his ass a bit, making his dork screw around within the clinging folds of her pussy.

Susan suddenly moaned. An unexpected pair of hands joined her husband’s on her tits — a feminine pair of hands. She glanced up. Melinda stood above her with a wide grin on her face. The young woman’s head lowered. Their lips met, then their tongues danced within one another’s mouth. Melinda’s fingers squeezed into the well-worked flesh of-her breasts.