Rand McTiernan: Her Forbidden Brother

In a few moments she had her juices worked up, the pussy lips were red and shone with lubricated brilliance. Vic climbed onto the bed and brought his naked body next to hers. Dorothy grabbed his stiff, hot cock and stroked. He allowed that, even closed his eyes and sighed. She pumped fast and hard to quickly excite the shaft, make the head swell with lust and flare out like a fresh mushroom. Her other hand slid down between his legs and started to massage his balls, roll them back and forth in their loose, fuzzy-haired scrotum. It turned him on to a great degree. His hips made a sudden jerk, he gasped for air. That's when Dorothy made her move. She rolled downward and opened her mouth. Before Vic realized what was happening she had his cock between her sucking lips and was running her soaked, warm tongue back and forth across the head. “No…” he mumbled with helplessness. But she was sucking it deep, driving her face down hard to engulf the spike with her twisting, swirling mouth. His body shuddered violently as she pumped her head with great speed up and down his shaft. It was like a stick of burning iron in her lips as they collapsed tight around each inch of the trembling pole. Vic was aghast, he wanted to pull her away but couldn't do it, it felt too good. But it was destroyed for him. His image, his idol, his virgin beauty no longer the pure, sweet, innocent thing he had imagined. He could justify her sucking a cock if she was forced… but this was by no means involuntary. She had climbed right down there and sucked his cock into her mouth like a starving, lust-crazed old whore after a big tip. He wanted to cry, to scream. Her jutting ass was high in the air, the red, wet lips of her cunt hung enticingly below.

Even the splendid vision made him reel with remorse… Dorothy wasn't the nice girl he thought she was. She knew she was blowing his mind as well as his cock. With a passionate grab at his shoulders she pulled her mouth from his soaked rod and threw her gyrating body against his. On an impulse she pressed her mouth to his and drove her snaking tongue between his lips. Vic stiffened as he tasted the flavor of his own, well-sucked cock. “Fuck me, Vic! Let me feel your splendid cock inside me! I want it now!” she groaned with extreme eagerness. Vic shoved her shoulders until Dorothy was flat on her back. She saw the anger in his eyes, the sad disappointment and broken illusions. With a set, unsmiling face he pressed his cock with force at the warm tenderness of her slit. Dorothy heaved her hips to each side and felt his cock head wash back and forth. Then with a seething groan she hoisted up into the blunt end and felt it squeeze inside her hot lips. Her hands grabbed greedily at his ass as she entwined her legs about his and lifted hard to fill herself with thundering cock. “Yes…” she moaned. “Oh, it feels so good! I love to have cock in me.” “I'll say you do,” Vic finally mumbled as her body twisted with abandon under him. “You're acting like a whore. A dirty fucking whore.” She laughed in his face and cried back, “And what do you want, you fool? A wife?” He smashed his cock into her with all the force he had but she was able to cushion the blow with her deftly moving hips. She humped up hotly and ground her twat in circles against his stiff spike, then said calmly, “Come on, Vic, let go. Relax. Let your cock enjoy my pussy.” “Cut it out, dammit. Keep your damned mouth shut!” he yelled with fury.

She giggled again. “What's the matter, Vic, am I ruining it for you? Do you want me to cry and moan and protest while you rape me?”

“I'm not raping!” he cried. Her face went serious. “Then just what the hell do you think it is, huh? Do you think I'd ever fuck you if I didn't have to, if you and that son-of-a-bitch brother of yours weren't forcing me with threats and violence?” “Dammnit, shut up!” She rose up and licked her hot tongue across his face.

Her hands tore fiercely at his large-cheeked ass and she whipped her cunt rapidly along his cock before whispering, “You're a rapist, Vic.

A sick, perverted rapist.” He slapped her across the face with an animal brutality. She was caught by surprise, her head reeled, the taste of blood flooded her mouth. His hands mashed into her breasts and squeezed with angry fury to vent his feelings on her. She could feel his cock digging inside her like a shovel, trying to cause pain, trying to make her whimper and cry for mercy. It hurt. Her body was a lump of jangled, pounding nerves, her nipples felt like they would burst he squeezed the tits with such rage. But Dorothy refused to cry out, she held it all in and somehow managed to let out a loud, mocking laugh which rang in his ears and only increased his wrath.

“Shut up! Shut up! Dammit!” he screamed at the top of his lungs.

Dorothy swallowed her laughter. The pain was excruciating and she now wanted him to stop. The taunting had gone far enough, he was receiving absolutely no pleasure from her now. She could feel it inside her, his cock head had lost the wide, excited flare, it felt smaller, less aroused. She prayed her plan would work. It was something she had thought of on the spur of the moment, something very daring and possibly dangerous. She intended to not let Vic enjoy her, to do anything and everything which might ruin the pleasant atmosphere he seemed to need so much when with her. She really had no idea what her actions might make him do… but it was at least a plan. On the other hand she would let Len have his way, there was very little choice there anyway. He wanted her humiliated, begging, tortured and was quite successful at getting what he wanted. She hoped to increase the rivalry between the two by denying Vic and satisfying Len. The only problem was she had no idea what would result. Vic felt his cock shrinking inside her and with a foul curse pulled away. His cock slid from her hole and he left the bed in silence. While he dressed she watched him work his lips together with angry thought, he was unhappy, furious. Dorothy was dying to know what was going on in his head. He stood up and said, “I'll fix your filthy ass for this, you slut!” “But, Vic,” she melodically said, “I was only trying to make you happy.” “You're a whore! A fucking whore!”

“What's the matter? Aren't whores fun to fuck?” He stormed from the room and Dorothy lay on the bed wondering what would happen.

She didn't have to wait long. The door opened again and Len stepped inside. “What the shit did you do to loverboy?” he asked. “He's stomping around the house like you bit his cock off!” “I don't know what's wrong,” she innocently said. Len's eyes were all over her nudeness and she suddenly felt embarrassed again. Dorothy grabbed the blankets and covered herself. He smiled and sat next to her on the bed. “Get those covers off your body or I'll make you stuff 'em up your ass…” he hissed. Dorothy slowly pushed the blankets away and Len resumed his hungry staring. His hands brushed across her breasts and squeezed until the nipples stiffened and pointed out sharply. He kept her on her back as the hands roamed everywhere, touching, pinching, feeling the lushness and poking into her openings.

Vic had given her just enough screwing to make her good and wet, his finger slid easily inside her pussy. “You're dripping, baby,” Len whispered. A second finger joined the first and he twisted them back and forth. When the third finger tried to force inside her Dorothy made a painful moan. “Please… that hurts,” she said. He liked that. The third finger jammed in beside the other two and they started gouging at her cunt walls. Then he leaned down and brought his lips to her nipples. After a few hard sucks on each red cap his teeth clamped fiercely down. “Uuuuugh,” she groaned. The fingers crammed painfully deep inside her grinding, juice-flowing cunt. “You like it, don't you?” he asked. “You like it every time I hurt you.”