F Hemmingway - A family saga Volume One

His eyes remained fixed on Charity's lovely, contorting face as he unceasingly continued his frenzied tongue-mouth tantalizing thrusts into her moist cuntal depths.

Changing pace, now, he suddenly shifted his mouth upward, his lips probing and exploring, until he found the erect, pulsing bud of her clitoris. He heard her sharp whine of agonized pleasure as he took the tiny, throbbing erectile shaft between his teeth, and holding it tightly but gently, ran his tongue around and around it in ever decreasing circles, until, finally, he opened his hungry lips wide and slid his tongue downward, back down the smooth, moist furrow to the throbbing heat of her tiny, bearded little cuntal mouth. Her head flailed from side to side, uncontrollably, as he relentlessly fucked into her orally, sliding his long, agile tongue in and out of her now dilated and clasping pussy without mercy, in an effort to bring her to an exploding climax. Christ! Why doesn't she cum? She's hanging right there on the brink!

Charity was trying to speak. She fought to gain control of her throat muscles. Swallowing several times and wetting her lips, she was finally able to say, "D-Don… Oh, Don… Please…? Why don't y-you put your th-thing in m-me and d-do it?"

Taking his mouth away, temporarily, he grunted, "Not yet, Char, baby… I'm going to tongue you to your first one!"

He returned, quickly, to her steaming loins to listen to the whimpering, mewling sounds that she was emitting, constantly, while he swirled and flicked his tongue around and around, churn-like, in the velvety smooth insides of the soft, hair-lined lips that pulsed and throbbed there before his eyes. Then, he pulled her legs up, sliding his arms under them so that his shoulders and arms were wedged tight up beneath her thighs, pushing them up even farther until they draped over his shoulders. Now, his hands went beneath her smooth, white, quivering buttocks and pulled them up harder toward his face with brutal force.

His sister's cries of involuntary rapture filled the small bedroom, and her buttocks in his grasping hands jerked and convulsed beneath the plunging tongue, sending erotic high-voltage jolts of sexual sensation surging through her young, untried body.

Then, suddenly, she felt him flick his tongue away from and out of her vagina, downward toward the tiny, puckered secret orifice of her anus. She gasped aloud. "Oooooh God!" She could have screamed, but the ecstatic, supremely erotic and salacious sensation only caused her to continue moaning, incoherently, as the surprising and searing contact of his wet tongue with the forbidden, sensitive opening was made.

"Oh, God! Don…! I–I can't stand it! S-Stop!"

She closed her eyes. God! I'll go insane… I–It's too much! Oh, God… why doesn't he just f-fuck m-me…?

And, even as she spoke, she rolled her hips against his hands and tried to screw her sensate rectum back onto his stiff, probing tongue.

Don grinned up at her, then and laughed, croakingly, "Did you flip for that, Char…?"

Dropping his head, again, he thrust against the snugly tight little hole, gooseflesh raising on her thighs, quaking belly and heaving breasts.

In her deep passion, she could only moan, "Oh, God… Oh, God… Oh, God…" As she groaned, her loins continued to jerk and writhe up to his questing tongue in uncontrollable undulations at the delicious, unwanted yet wanted — even needed — sensations slashing through her.

"Oh, God… Oh, God… Don… Don…" she whimpered, raising her head to gape down at his impish eyes that peeped up over the auburn haired mound at the vee of her loins. "P-Please… Oh, please… do-do it… to me…" She was begging, now, the realization of it seeming strange to her, aware that she had no control over her body, overwhelming her with its impact. She had the feeling that there was nothing in the world but the sensual needs of her cunt; indeed it was only her vagina that mattered. He had licked and sucked at her, her body quivering, uncontrollably, beneath the overpowering assault on the raw nerve ends of her throbbing pussy, bringing her to the penultimate pinnacle of her climax, where she hung in agonized, aching need to go on to the final stage. She clenched her teeth and fists in determination as the waves of wanton pleasure passed through her in furious spasms of sensuality. Suddenly, however, it came to her that she was too anxious, trying too hard. Perhaps she should relax and let it come to her. That was it!

She made the decision spontaneously. She relaxed her tense, quivering muscles, unclenched her fists, surrendering unconditionally to the intense, internal ecstasy that she had never known before, deciding to let her brother alone transport her to that final, dizzying height she sought. Her soft, voluptuous body had cried out too long for fulfillment; she had to end the agony by relaxing and just letting it come. Oh, God! She had to cum… quick!

Still in a narcotic fog, she cried, "Oooo… Goddddd! Darling… Don…! Love me! Oh, God! Love meeeee!" She pleaded with him, shamelessly, her aroused body quivering and undulating beneath his long hot tongue, as now, he shifted to tantalize her clitoris, again, slipping his wet lingual member up and down the pulsating shaft of it several times, before finally plunging it into the hot, liquid depths of her voracious cunt. Her hands found his hair again, and with force she pressed his face into her seething crotch, raising her hips to him, rhythmically. She began to pant desperately, her breath coming in short gasps, her whole body spasming, as she sunk crazily into the final throes of orgasm!

She recognized it when it came to her. Wave after wave of ecstatic rapture surged through her convulsing body, and she was there. She was cumming!

Unreal, in the confines of the small bedroom, her voice came in a wail of sensuous, carnal, almost feral sound, the noise of carnal desire of pure, animal sex. "Ooooooh! IIIII'mmm Cuummmiiiinnnnggg! Aaaaaauuuuggghhhhhhhhhhh!"

Don could barely contain his broad smile of elation, as he continued to work his long, curling tongue deep into the seething, clasping passage of her vagina while she made one, final violent thrust of her hips, pushing her swirling young pussy up tight to his mouth, as the height of her climax struck her, the soft, silken curls of her pulsing cunt lips closing in on him, titillating his cheeks and teasing at the tip of his nose.

Then, as her subsequent and subsiding waves of passion swept over her, she slumped back onto the mattress, her body relaxing, going all limp, the euphoric aftermath of her climax claiming her. Her eyes were closed. She was in a near faint.

Now! Don was gloating. Now… it's my turn! Damn, she's really turned on… maybe she'll be able to cum, again while I'm fucking her!

Her body relaxed by gentle stages, until she reached a plateau of partial fulfillment where she was still aroused. She didn't know that from this state, she could be brought, again to the pinnacle of orgasm… and again, and again, if her body wanted it. For now, she thought that she had experienced the ultimate. Little did she know that soon again she would soar to unbelievable heights of another orgiastic climax.

She felt her brother move away from her still throbbing loins, and she opened her eyes to look up into his face. He had shifted his position to kneel between her limply spread legs. His pulsating cock speared out from his loins, massively, its throbbing length almost touching her sensitive love-flesh.

"Now, I'm going to fuck you, Char! Fuck you silly with this!" he grinned lewdly, reaching down to grasp the hardened rod of his prick and skinning back the foreskin to reveal the fiery bulbous head of it to her gaze.

Charity couldn't move. It was almost as though she were petrified, her thighs raised and spread wide open to him, her passion-swollen breasts heaving, her breath still coming in short panting gasps and her belly quivered, cringingly, as her eyes locked upon her brother's long, hard cock that lanced out from his crotch like some dangerous medieval weapon.