J. Bradley - Sister_s dog hunger

Carol's thighs were locked about his waist. He held her naked ass in his hands, squeezing the round, tight buns. He lifted her against him and staggered and caught his balance, then started towards the bedroom with her, carrying her on the impaling spear of his throbbing, buried prick.

"Alec… ohhh, God, where are you taking me?" Carol groaned huskily.

She held tightly to his neck, her tits rubbing and pushing against his chest. Her skirt fell down between their bodies and flapped about her widespread, sucking, prick-stuffed pussy.

He flipped the skirt back and looked down at the way her puffy cuntlips were spread out around his thick dong, the way her pubes ground against his.

Carol looked, too. Her thighs were split as widely as they could be, and her whole middle was like a yawning cave, with slippery walls and a running spring.

Already, her cunt juice was trickling down over his swinging balls, and she could feel another surge of it forming along her shaking tunnel as she pushed her pussy against his pubic bone and tightened her thighs about his hips.

Halfway to the bedroom, she gasped in his ear and squeezed her arms and legs tightly around him and jigged her pussy up and down around his spearing cock.

"Alec-Alec! Fuck me! God, I'm going to come again, darling! Ohhhh, come with me! Shoot my pussy full of sperm! Spurt into my cunt! Ahhhhhgh!"

Her pelvis rocked and shuddered. Her arms felt as if they were capable of breaking his neck. Her ass rolled in his hands, and her pussy mouth sucked open and spread even wider around his prick, while the inside of her silken tunnel stripped and pulled at his rigid, throbbing cock.

"Oh, Jesus," Alec whispered suddenly, the sound sharp.

He couldn't hold back his load any longer. Her pussy was just too wild, and it had been just too long since the last time he'd fucked her. He braced his feet on the floor and tipped his pelvis up and made her skewered weight ride on his hips.

His prick bucked and jerked in the very depths of her spasming pussy. He felt the end of her cunt nipping at his cockhead, and his load came spewing and spurting through his dancing shaft, drenching her already sodden cunt.

"Yaaaaah!" he yelled, pulling tightly at her asscheeks, and hunched forward at the same time, trying desperately to maintain his balance.

Two week's worth. That was what he blew up into her milking, sucking cunt. She couldn't hold it all, and his hot jizz spurted back and shot between his prickshaft and her bloated pussylips and drooled down his balls onto his carpet.

"Honey! Alec! Ohhh, you're blasting me full of cum! I can feel it washing through my cunt! Ohhhh, it's going to make me come again, darling-again!"

She clung to him tightly and kept her promise, she shuddered and growled heavily. Her breath was snatched from her lungs this time as she twisted and shook in his arms and felt as if the top of her head would blow off.

When it was over for her one more time, she sucked in air and felt her head wobble as he hurried with her to the bedroom. She didn't know why it was like this with her.

It was a devastating experience, shameful and wrong to be so hot, so slutty. It was nearly always the same-just a little worse tonight because she'd made the foolish mistake of staying away from him for so long.

Well, it would be the last time. She wasn't going to see him any more. She couldn't. Her duties were to Tish and Harley. It was useless to wish things could be otherwise.

She had to look after them, just as she always had since their parents had died in the wreck seven years ago. She had to be sure they would be all right first. And then she might be free to think about marrying Alec.

If Tish hadn't ruined it by taking him away from her first.

"Oh, darling-Alec…" she sobbed softly, sliding her wet cheek against his suddenly.

Alec staggered through the doorway to his bedroom and felt hot tears against his face. He didn't quite understand why she was crying. All he knew was that he wanted to be the one who could make her sadness stop.

He ran his hand down her back, undoing the zipper of her dress. While she clung to him and whispered, he slipped the dress from her shoulders and leaned over the bed with her.

In a smooth motion, her arms slid from around his neck, and she fell on her back to the bed as her dress left her body leaving her totally naked. She opened red-rimmed eyes and writhed on the bed in sexual bliss and emotional torment.

"Alec, don't stop yet, darling. Don't quit fucking me! I've got more in there. Ohhh, so much more! Why do I always have so much in there!"

She put her hands on her tits and moaned and mauled them, groaning in a strange way, trying to cover her real feelings under the screen of the sexual urgency that was real enough.

She rolled the firm balls of flesh and made them flatten and stretch into cones. She tweaked her pink nipples and pulled at them with the tips of her fingers until they were rubbery spikes at the ends of her boobs.

Her thighs scissored open and close, and her pussy lifted and fell with the movements of her hips she couldn't control. Her cunt made sucking sounds that were unbelievably slutty.

She was aware that Alec was looking down between her thighs at the mouth of her draining cunt, and there was a terrible passion from him, even after three years of revealing it to him again and again.

She put her hand over her twat. Everything was pussy and soft, so terribly wet and slippery. Her cuntlips were so bloated with heat they were wide open and didn't begin to cover the pulsing pinkess of her twat hole.

The silkiness between then gleamed with slippery oils and draining sperm, and she watched him run his eyes over the slim lines of her thighs, the fare of her hips, the narrow waist.

Her auburn hair fanned over his bed, and her pretty, fine features rocked back and forth as she tossed her head and moaned, massaging her tits and pussy with her hands.

"Carol…" he gasped huskily. "God, you're beautiful, darling. I want you. I want you!"

"Then take me!" she half screamed. "Fuck me again, Alec! Oh, please! Make it big. Make it good. God, make it last!"

She clapped her fingers around her wet pussy again and shook the pink, bloated meat of it up and down. Juice trickled between her fingers, and she gasped sharply as the heel of her hand rolled over her clit and massaged the standing, throbbing little organ of pleasure.

"Ohhhh, suck my juicy pussy, darling! I want you to suck it off! Then fuck it! Honey, can you fuck me again? Is your prick…"

She opened her hooded eyes. She looked at the long, solid shaft of his cock and shivered with lust. Her lips went slack, and she moaned heavily and reached for him.

"Give it to me, Alec! Give me your prick!"

He moved forward and knelt on the bed, straddling her chest. He settled down, and her round, firm tits pillowed his ass and cupped his balls in warm mounds of satin flesh.

Her hands and fingers slid all over his wet, juice-covered prick. She pursed her lips and lifted her head. A moan of combined shame and lust slipped from her throat as she pursed her soft, full lips and ran her tongue over them to wet them.

Right then she didn't care how slutty she was acting, how much like Tish. She wanted him. She wanted to come and come, and she wanted to feel his strong prick in her and against her-his sperm flooding into her body in every hole she had, because it was going to be the last time.

Her tongue flicked out. She tasted the clear fluid at the tip of his prick. She tasted the essence of her sodden cunt on his spongy knob and stiff shaft.

She moaned and sucked his cockhead between her lips and felt the bumps and ridges of his prick ripple over her soft lips and run into her mouth.