Allen Whitten - The teaser next door

"Would you like to fuck my ass till eternity?"

"Oh ho. It's not me who's going to do the fucking. Why do you think we're in this position? You, little sister, do all the screwing. I'm tired, and if you want your ass fucked, then you'll have to do the fucking. I just provide the cock."

Wendy stood silently watching the proceedings, not wishing to disturb the two of them. She moved away from the doorway. She had never watched anyone screw before, not even a fuck film at one of the X-rated houses in town. She had always been a participant, never a spectator, and her new role thrilled her.

So this is how peeping toms get their kicks. I wonder if a person could climax by simply spying on others screwing.

Vicki slowly lifted her ass off the hunk of stiff cock, then slid back down on it. Her rectum gripped it fiercely as she began to pump her white ass over his prick. The thick spear of flesh probed her ass, spreading the inner membranes as it plugged her shit channel.

"Oh, my!" she gasped, her ass frenziedly working on the thick meat. "It's so good, I think I'm going to faint."

"Oh, you don't want to do that. It gets better. Here, let me play with your cunt while I fuck your ass."

His fingertips began to massage her cuntlips while she jammed his prick into her bulging rectum. She squealed in ecstasy as he plunged the joint of his middle finger into her steaming pussy.

"Lord, it's too good. I'm coming! Arghhhhh!"

"Hang on! Keep fucking! I'll give you another one."

"Another," she breathed, her head spinning from the burst of warmth spreading through her. Then as she felt his fingers plying across her clit, tickling the erect tip of her pleasure button, and several more fingers being jabbed into her twat, she continued to fuck.

Wendy was squirming, watching the thrilling action on the bed. She was having trouble keeping her hands from clutching at her crotch.

Oh, oh, it's too much for me. I'm going to have to use my fingers.

She spread her throbbing cuntlips and found her clit and squeezed it between her fingers. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming at the spiral of ecstasy that whirled through her. The tender sprout was rock hard, and she pinched and tugged it while she watched the erotic scene on the bed.

Vicki was really fucking Denny's dick now, slamming her ass down harder and harder each time, the rhythm now frantic, her ass a blur as she strove to bring her brother, her lover, to the peak.

"Fuck it, fuck it, Sis! Drive my cock home in your sweet ass. I'm almost there!"

"Me, too!" she shouted. "I'm going to come again!"

He dug his fingers into her dripping pussy, at the same time Wendy was savagely fingering her own cunt. She watched Vicki's ass stroking the long shaft, saw Denny's balls tighten, and watched it jerk as he unloaded his white fuckjuice. Even as Vicki's tight asshole held onto his cock, the juice began to slicken his prick, and glistened like liquid diamonds on his cock as it dribbled out her ass.

"Coming, I'm coming!" he shouted, lifting her completely off the bed as he jabbed upward.

"Arghhhh, yessss!" she squealed, her head thrown back, trying to keep from toppling off her brother's cock.

Wendy did not scream, but she too felt the explosion within her. The throbbing spilled out from her cunt and captured her limbs, rocked her belly, sent her heart pounding and her blood racing.

Then all was quiet as the savagery of their organs cooled.

Wendy staggered to the door, her limbs weary from the strength-sapping ecstasy of orgasm, yet somehow invigorated by it.

Seeing Vicki lying spent beside Denny, his limp cock having slipped from the grasp of her asshole, his hands about her young body, fingers toying with her nipples, Wendy saw beauty, unadulterated beauty.

She moved then closer to the bed.

Denny noticed her only when she had sat down on the edge of the bed, and begun to stroke his back and buttocks. Her fingers were delicate, certain tingling his flesh with their massaging.

"You're awake," he said, rolling on his back and reaching up to cup her breast. He tweaked the bud of her nipple.

"And Vicki's fallen asleep." She stroked his hard flat belly, tangled her fingers in his pubic hair caressed his soft round balls. Then she palmed his cock, massaging it with the flat part of her hand.

Then she picked up his limp prick and beheld its shrunken state. It was sticky with dried come, and the foreskin had settled back over the head.

"I need to take a shower," he said. "Would you like to take a shower with me?"

"Umm-hmm. I like to do anything with you. You're quite a man, Denny."

He rose and put his hands on her slim waist. Vicki was breathing softly beside him, a cherubic smile on her mouth.

"And you are quite a woman. Did you like having your ass fucked?" He stroked her back languidly, kissing her neck.

"Yes. It was wonderful. But there are other things I like to do, and that I like for men to do to me."

"Perhaps we can do them together."

"I'd like that." She still held his cock in her hands. It was beginning to grow, though slowly. "But let's take that shower first. It'll be so good to feel that warm water flowing over me."

Denny followed Wendy into the bathroom and stared at her delicious ass as she bent over and adjusted the controls of the shower. It was hard for him to believe that not long ago he had been reaming that lovely ass with his cock.

His cock was so limp now. But with a woman like her so near, and so obviously available, he did not imagine that his prick would be in such a dead state for long. She could bring life to any man's prick.

He feasted his eyes on her loveliness. Her blonde hair was straight as it hung to her shoulders. Her tits were firm, as though they had been molded out of white marble. They did not sag in the least, and he found his mouth water in anticipation of sucking them.

"The water's just right," she said, rising to stand close to him.

Wendy stepped into the shower first. Denny stared at her as the water cascaded over her body, rolling down her neck, over her breasts, down between the valley of her tits, onto her belly, and down into the bush of her cunt. Water beads gathered on her flesh, and the tiny droplets that gathered at the tips of her nipples particularly entranced him.

"Aren't you coming in?" she asked her voice sultry.

"Sure. I was just admiring the view."

He stepped into the cubicle, closed off the glass doors, and stood behind her. The brunt of the shower fell on her, and only a thin spray hit him.

He took the soap and slickened his hands. Then he began to rub the white foam on her back, on her shoulders and trim waist. Then he devoted some time to her ass.

"Oooh, that feels nice," she crooned.

"Feels pretty good to me, too."

She turned to face him. He began to rub the soap over her belly, devoting some time to her navel. His hands moved higher, tracing the globes of her tits, dwelling on her nipples, until they were covered with suds. Her nipples stiffened under his stroking, and he chuckled.

"Not getting excited, are you, Wendy?"

"Anything you do to me excites me."

"I'm glad. I like to thrill you."

She took the soap from him and lathered her hands.

"My turn to wash your body."

He pressed her to him and kissed her, deeply, passionately. Her body, heated by the warmth of the water as well as by his earlier stoking, was slick from the soap, and she writhed against him as they kissed. The shower spray cascaded over them, but they both ignored it.

When they broke their lusty clench, Denny's chest and belly glistened whitely from the writhing that had gripped Wendy.

"You should have mentioned that you had a better way to get lathered up."

"I'm lathered up all right."