David Crane - Beast feast sister

George howled like an animal in torment as his balls erupted. His first load shot out of his pisshole while his prick was buried to the roots in her mouth. The thick slime poured straight down her throat. Karen wailed and drew her lips up his stalk so that his second gooey wad shot out when only his prickhead was in her mouth. The jism skimmed over her tongue and ignited her tastebuds, and she sighed with joy. Karen loved to swallow fuckjuice but she liked to taste it first.

Collaring his cockhead in her lips, she sucked another dose out. Jism coated her tongue. George's cock and balls were going off rapid-fire now. He fucked into her mouth, and another load spurted out with every stroke. Jets of jism hit her cheeks and skimmed over the roof of her mouth. Slime swirled through her teeth and gums. Her tongue was floating in a thick sea of cum. She swallowed and sucked, sucked and swallowed.

Abandoned to the ecstasy of drinking cum, Karen couldn't get enough of the sweet stuff – and her brother was doing his best to satisfy her insatiable appetite. He was coming so hard that it felt like his orgasm was starting in his asshole and ripping through his loins.

He lifted up onto his toes, his thighs tensing, shooting another frothy wad into her mouth. His fuckjuice splashed in her throat with such force that it tilted her head back.

Karen greedily ducked down again, fighting against the creamy flow like a salmon swimming upstream to spawn. She gurgled and gasped, gobbled and gulped. She was drinking his cum by the bucketful, swallowing as fast as she could, but his tremendous load was too much for her to drink it all. Slime overflowed her lips and ran down from the corners of her mouth, dribbling from her chin.

"Ummmmm – ummmm…" she purred as another steaming load hit her tongue.

George wailed, almost passing out as all of his life force went into his coming. His jism was pouring out in a slimy rope now, one load following upon another so fast that there was no break in the foaming river. His fuckjuice flooded her belly even as she greedily sucked more of the thick load from his cockhead.

She bobbed down as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel, feeding his prick deep into her ravenous mouth, taking a spurt down her gullet then pulling back up to take another spurt on her flashing tongue. Her head went up and down on his cock, and his cock fucked in and out of her mouth as his abundant slime kept on pouring out. He hit her tonsils with a jet, hosed her throat with a load, splattered a frothy geyser against her tongue. Her mouth was so full of fuckjuice that when his cock slid in he pumped the stuff back out of her lips, thick and creamy and streaked with her saliva.

At last the final spurt ripped from his pisshole, and George tottered and staggered, his legs turned to water.

Karen kept on sucking greedily, to make sure that she had milked out every succulent nugget of jizz. Her eyes were glazed. She drew her cum-drenched lips away from his cock and smiled dreamily up at George. Leaning in, she used her nimble tongue to gather up the errant drops that had escaped her lips and run down his prick.

His cock still standing, swaying before her radiant face like a palm tree in a storm. Karen's tongue slowly dragged up the underside, slurping ribbons of jism from the slathered fuck rod. She slid down lower and tongued up a few tasty drops from his balls.

George was stunned. He shook his head like a pole-axed ox, still hardly able to believe what had happened. It had been by far the best blow-job he had ever had – and it had been all the more thrilling because it was his sister who had given it to him!

Karen, her belly full of cum, was still hungry. She folded her fist around his cockshaft just below his cockhead and squeezed him gently, coaxing another gooey glob out of his pisshole. She stared at it, then flicked her tongue out and gathered it up, savoring it before she swallowed. She looked up and opened her mouth wide, so that her brother could see his fuckjuice on her tongue. Drops of the slimy scum hung from the roof of her mouth like stalactites. Creamy ribbons slathered the soft flesh of her cheeks. His thick fuckjuice flowed white and creamy on her pink tongue. Then she swallowed again, sighing as the succulent juice slid down her throat.

"That was delicious, darling," she purred. "I love to drink your yummy fuckjuice!"

George staggered away. His prick had dropped to half-mast, swaying in front of him like an elephant's trunk. He had to lean against the desk to support himself. He was panting and trembling, almost fainting. His mind seemed to have dissolved; reality was suspended.

He was only dimly aware that Karen was speaking.

"I'll suck you off again, later, if you like," she said, the words coming to him faintly through the rushing of his own blood in his ears.

He heard the door open and close.

Why in hell was she interested in seeing the animals? he wondered – and wondered, too, with happy expectations, how soon he could get another hard-on to empty into her magic mouth?

But George would have to wait his turn now.

Karen was seeking wilder meat…

Karen hadn't yet decided what sort of animal she wanted to fuck and suck with, nor whether she preferred quantity or quality, but at the zoo she could pick and choose from a wide selection. She was window-shopping now, moving slowly down the path that wound past the enclosures. She could see well enough. The moon was bright, and there was subdued night lighting along the path. But when she moved into the occasional shadow between enclosures, she felt as if her sexy body was so hot that her flesh was glowing in the darkness.

Karen had been horny as hell when she first came to the zoo, her sexual appetites whetted by her session with Rover, but now, after sucking off her brother and ignoring her own needs, she was really smoldering. Her cunt felt like the crater of a volcano about to erupt, and the pussy juice that seeped down her thighs brushed together moistly and her cunt squished juicily. She drew her skirt up above her waist to enjoy the sensation of the cool night breeze wafting over her steaming pussy. Her thighs parted slightly. The fragrance of her aroused fuckbox was carried on the breeze, wafting through the enclosures. All down the line, male beasts began to sniff and snort and howl.

Karen smiled in anticipation. She walked on, her skirt held up, gazing at potential animal lovers. She lingered for a long moment at the lion's cage. The thought of getting fucked by a lion was a real turn-on. But his claws looked menacing, and she knew it would be dangerous; the love play of a lion might leave her loins in shreds.

Moving on, she looked into the sunken enclosure that held the grizzly bear. He looked even more dangerous than the lion, she thought. Bears were omnivores, as well, and she shuddered at the thought of a grizzly bear giving her head, starting at her crotch with all good intentions and then, getting the taste for it, literally eating her.

The ostrich looked potent enough, but she couldn't see his prick nestled in all the feathers and plumage, and she passed him by too.

Then she came to the wolf den.

The enclosure was large, containing a pack of the wild beasts and Karen could see furtive grey shapes flitting around in the rocks and caves of their natural environment. But three of the massive, shaggy brutes had come up to the wire fence and were pressing their noses against the strands, their wicked yellow eyes fixed on the radiant, fragrant interloper.

Karen gazed back, trembling. The wolves looked a great deal like her own Alsatian doggy – not really frightening like the lion or the grizzly bear. Karen had heard, too, that wolves were not dangerous to humans, that they would flee from a human rather than attack. Well, maybe a human with a gun, she amended. From the interest with which the brutes gazed at her, she knew damned well they would not run away from a woman with a hot pussy. She walked on a few strides, swinging her ass and hips. The grey brutes trotted along the other side of the wire fence, keeping level with her. As they moved in sinuous profile, Karen could see that their pricks were starting to get long and hard. She halted again. The wolves snarled and snapped at each other, but more from habit than threat – all three were concentrating on Karen.