Marvin Cox: Sister was best

As she felt Brian's cockhead swell to the limits, pushing out against the insides of her throat, she quickened her pumping motions with her ass. In anticipation of the hot cum about to shoot deep into her throat and in her hot little ass, she flinched with orgasmic pleasure. A gigantic rush of pleasure and pain filled her body as she tightened every muscle.

"Suck out my cum!" Brian yelled, pumping her mouth and throat full with the first few spurts of his hot jism.

Tanya sucked deeply, taking in every drop of cum as it splattered the back of her throat and bathed up her raw insides. She felt the huge gobs gently ooze down the back of her throat, and as she exhaled through her nose, a couple of wads of cream dripped out of her nostrils, wetting up her lips. And as she drank down Brian's cum, she felt a hot shower of jism flood her shitter, deep in her guts, as Gary almost yanked her off the bed with his climax. Her tender asshole suddenly felt comfortable and warm, his sticky cum baffled and soothed her aching ass with sweet relief.

As the two men shot off into her body, tilling her ass and her mouth with cum, Tanya could hardly take the pleasure. She flailed around on the bed, her movements like a jackhammer, as thunderous pangs of orgasm swept through her body. She gagged out a moan, gurgling on Brian's cum, as the enormous rush of pleasure Gary was giving her, stormed through her guts like a jolt of lightning. She humped her body back and forth, her ass slapping against Gary, maintaining a constant level of pleasure, while she gobbled down Brian's last few wads of cum.

While Brian and Gary lay on the bed, totally spent, Tanya lay on her side. She scooped out the cum in her asshole and lapped it down, sucking on her fingertips.

"Ummmmmmmmmm!" she moaned, rolling the mixture of Gary's and Brian's cum around on her tongue, "this is the best part!"

She flexed her ass muscles, forcing out the last gobs of Gary's creamy jism and ran her fingers around in her pussy, soaking up her hand with the mixture, and then rubbed the liquid around on her tits. She massaged and slicked up her tits and then sucked on them, taking the pussy juice and cum into her mouth, letting it slide gently down her throat.

"Now I know why you fuck your sister!" Brian said to Gary, watching Tanya eat there cum.

Tanya looked at them both with a twinkle in her eye.

"I'm almost finished with this," she said, licking up the last few slippery drops of jism. "Anybody care to give me some more?"

"We'll give you all you want, and then some, won't we?" Brian said to Gary.

Gary didn't say anything – he just pulled his sister down on his cock and kept his part of the bargain, while Brian watched, and then kept his part.

Between school and Brenda, Brian found it easy to avoid being alone with his sister. He still couldn't bring himself even to consider making it with her, although she certainly kept the idea very much alive in both their minds with her lewd remarks and open invitations.

When the day arrived for him to leave for spring training, he felt a great sense of relief. He loved his sister – perhaps too much – but he hoped that during his absence she would find herself a boy friend, and get over her ideas of fucking her brother.

It was also very difficult leaving Brenda. She stood in the airport, holding onto his arm, large tears welling in her eyes.

"Oh, Brian!" she whispered over and over, clutching his arm. "I'm going to miss you so much!"

"And I'll miss you too," Brian answered, kissing her tenderly on the mouth, "at the end of the summer, I'll be back for a week, and we'll take up where we left off!"

He shook hands with his beaming father, who had practically announced to everyone in the airport about his son leaving for training. Brian looked back at the three of them and joined Gary, who had just said goodbye to his folks, and three of his girl friends. Soon they were skyward, each lost in his thoughts, heading for the most grueling summer either would ever spend.

Texas summers are murder. And Coach Freemont was the biggest bastard who ever lived, and he was proud of that fact. The combination of these two things proved to turn hopeful boys into aggressive, fearless men – for those who made it. The first two weeks, however, saw the number of freshmen divided by half, but both Brian and Gary were among those still with the team.

At night, Brian could name each muscle in his body by its distinct ache and throb. He hadn't realized the limits to which a body could be tortured and brutalized. But somehow he made it and when he was recognized by the coach as having special talent, he was brutalized even further as a reward. The idea was to make or break you. But even Coach Freemont realized that Brian was special material, and treated him with detached respect. He had even called Brian by his name instead of his number, which was a small miracle in itself.

Brian was elated when the coach called him aside during the first week in August, after an especially hard work-out.

"You did pretty good today, Morgan," the coach said. "Be over at my house at seven tonight for dinner."

Brian couldn't believe his ears, but he managed to mumble a "Yes sir!" and rushed off to the showers. When he told Gary and a couple of his other buddies about his invitation, they whistled and shook their heads in awe.

"That means you'll be playing varsity for sure!" Gary said, slapping his friend on the back. "Fellas, we got an all-American right in front of our eyes!" he added, not realizing how prophetic his words would be.

The evening was warm and still as Brian knocked on the coach's door. He was extremously nervous, standing first on one foot and then the other, pulling his collar back with one finger, as he waited for the door to open.

Pamela Freemont answered the knock. She was thirty-five, tall, had raven black hair, and dark piercing eyes. Her sensuous lips parted in a half smile as she looked at the young man before her.

"You must be Brian," she said, placing her hand in his. "I am Pamela Freemont. Do come in."

Brian stammered out a greeting, as he took in the full beauty of the coach's wife with a hurried glance. He hadn't realized what he had missed, until he looked longingly at Pamela's full, upturned tits that pressed against a white linen blouse.

"I like that hungry look," Pamela said, indicating a chair.

"I beg your pardon, ma'm?" Brian said, sitting down awkwardly.

"Whenever Bob, uh, the coach, invites one of his better prospects to dinner – which is a rarity – they haven't been around a woman in so long, they look at me like a woman likes to be looked at," she answered, lighting up a cigarette.

"I'm sorry," Brian said, turning beet-red.

Pamela laughed, her manner genuine and easy. "I didn't say it to embarrass you," she said. "Just to flatter myself," she added.

Brian looked around the room and felt the woman didn't belong. The mantle was congested with trophies and awards, the walls full of citations and commendations. It was the house of a coach, and not that of a beautiful woman.

"Coach will be a little late. He had a meeting with the board of directors over the construction of the new stadium. But he did promise to be here by eight. Anything I can get you?"

"No, I'm fine," Brian stammered, shrugging his shoulders.

"Why not join me in a drink?" Pamela asked, getting up.

"Coach doesn't let us."

"I know exactly what the coach doesn't allow any of his athletes to do," Pamela interrupted, and then added with a wicked smile, "which always makes me feel like such a wanton woman when I corrupt his boys."

With that she poured them drinks and handed it to Brian. To refuse her would be like refining the coach, so he took the drink.