Ray Todd: Brother was first

"Harder, honey!" she cried out. "Jesus Christ, I want you to fuck the shit out of me!"

The feel of his magnificent cockhead pounding into the furthest depths of her tingling fuck-hole felt incredibly good to the frustrated woman. Every violent thrust seemed to knock her breath out, but she was enjoying every cock-filled moment of it. Her soft cute ass was shaking and quivering as her sticking, clasping cunt climbed wetly up and down his hard slippery pole.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" she suddenly screamed as her entire body momentarily stiffened beneath the man. "Holy shit! Oh, fuck, fuck!"

Her beautiful face was contorted with pleasure as her entire body froze into a state of rigid numbness, and then she exploded.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!" she shrieked, her entire body spasming wildly beneath him. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Keep fuckin'! Don't stop!"

Clinging tightly to the wildly humping man, her entire body was quivering and trembling as wave after wave of pure ecstasy flowed through her naked flesh.

No longer having to hold back for her, Craig gave a mighty lunge, driving his exploding cock deep into the woman's churning belly, spraying her cunt walls with his thick hot jizz.

"Yes! Yes!" she squealed with joy. "Keep squirtin'! God it feels good!"

When the last drop dribbled out of his slowly shrinking prick, he removed it from the hot wetness of her sperm drenched cunt and fell back on the sofa, completely exhausted.

"Shit, that was good," she whispered getting up anti slipping into her clothes.

"It sure was," he panted.

They had only been dressed a few minutes before Lance and Linda started back to the house.

For the next few days, Heather's mother was often slipping away to a secret rendezvous with Craig leaving the girl to mind the store. Heather didn't mind because there were lots of boys coming and going that she enjoyed flirting with. At fourteen, she'd never been fucked by anyone except her brother, but she was a natural born prick-teaser. She knew she had a sexy figure, and much to her mother's objections, she dressed to reveal as much of it as possible.

One morning when her mother had gone, Heather was sitting on the steps of the store, staring out across the broad lake. The girl was wearing a brief tank top with no bra and her big lush, nipples were extremely visible against the material. Her dimpled navel winked out above the light hip-hugging cut-off that were slit up the sides, deliciously showing her tanned flesh.

Seeing a man and woman approaching the store, she stood up to greet them. As they drew closer, she saw that it was Mr. and Mrs. Blake who owned the largest cabin cruiser on the lake. This was the first time that Heather had seen them this summer.

"Hi," beamed the girl as the couple walked up the steps.

"Hello, Heather," smiled the redheaded woman. "It's nice to see you again. You remember my husband, Stan."

"Sure," grinned Heather, who'd always thought he was the most handsome man she'd ever seen. "I-I, Mr. Blake."

"My, how you've gown during the winter," he smiled his eyes ogling the big nipples that were pushing out against the material of the girl's top.

"Thank you," she smiled, pleased at the way he was staring at her.

"You sure have," he continued, his eyes traveling down to the outline of her juicy young twat that was visible under her tight cut-offs.

He followed the girl into the store, and his cock gave a wild lurch as his eyes focussed on her bare asscheeks which were partially exposed beneath her short cut-offs.

"We just need some eggs and tomato juice," said Mr. Blake.

"Okay," smiled Heather, pleased at the way the man was staring at her crotch as she walked over to the refrigerator for the eggs.

Passing in front of him, Heather purposely rubbed her firm tit against his arm. Stan Blake thought it was an accident until she turned around and gave him a bold naughty grin. Loving to tease men, Heather was pleased with the flushed expression on his face.

As the girl finished filling the small order, the man could feel his cock stiffening. Unable to keep his eyes away from her crotch, he kept thinking how glorious it would be to bury his face in her fresh young cunt. Watching Heather as the girl talked to his wife, the man could almost feel her soft full lips sucking on his prick. His stiff boner was pushing out painfully against his pants as he lusted over the sexy girl.

"My, God," giggled Monica Blake as she and her husband walked back down toward the marine. "I'd better take care of that hard-on as soon as we get to the boat."

"Did you notice?" he grinned.

"Shit, yes," his wife laughed. "I just hope that girl didn't see it."

"Christ!" he panted. "I'd sure like to eat her hot cunt."

"I could see that," smiled Monica. "I thought you were gonna bust a blood vessel."

Stan Blake was a successful stock broker in his early forties. He and his beautiful twenty-seven-year old wife had enjoyed a very open marriage for the past five years. Both of them were extremely sensual people, and they both accepted each other for what they were. They were both very much in love with each other, and their sex life was fantastic, but with their uninhibited sex drives, they needed more than one partner to satisfy their lust. They both felt that it was their fierce need for a variety of sex that held them together. They enjoyed swinging with their friends in town, and they had their own affairs, but nothing was ever kept hidden.

The moment they boarded their boat, they went directly down to the cabin where Monica began quickly undressing.

"God, honey," giggled Monica, sitting naked on the bed as Stan removed his shorts, revealing his massive boner.

"I'm glad the bitch turned you on," she whispered, reaching out and grasping his hard dick as he stood in front of her. "I'm just dying for a nice drink of cockcream."

As he stood directly in front of where she was sitting on the edge of the bed, Monica began lightly licking the tip of his hard dick.

"God, Stan," she whispered. "I've sucked off lots of guys in my life, but you've got the best tasting cock in the whole fucking world!"

Watching as Monica tenderly licked his big knob, Stan was thinking how beautiful she was. She had that smooth ivory complexion that can only be found on a few auburn-haired women. She was a above average height, but her full generous curves filled her out to perfection. The beauty of her face was enhanced by her big amber eyes and the long auburn hair that flowed down over her creamy smooth shoulders.

Stan Blake's big thick cock was glistening like wet marble as Monica's juicy tongue lovingly licked the entire surface of its hardness. Tightening her soft sucking lips around the thick meatiness of his hard boner, Monica took it deeper and deeper until she felt his big cockhead probing against the back of her throat. Her busy tongue was swirling wetly around his big juicy dick as her talented lips nibbled and sucked on the delicious hardness of it. Slowly pumping her hot sucking mouth up and down over his wonderful rod, she began the rhythmic tempo that she knew he enjoyed so much.

Monica didn't suck him off as a duty. The woman intensely enjoyed the taste of her husband's thick juicy dick. The feel and texture of it in her mouth, as well as the taste of his rich, slippery cum almost blew her mind.

"D'ya like this?" she whispered up to him in a teasing voice.

"Jesus, yes," he panted.

"Do you think that bitch in the store could tie you a party like this?" she taunted him.

"Shit, no!"

"You better know it, baby," giggled Monica, "you're married to the best fuckin' cock-sucker in the country."

As always when Stan got excited, a strong male scent wafted up from his hairy crotch sending delicious tingles streaking through her smoldering pussy. Clinging to his hips, she began bobbing her head up and down over his spit-drenched dong. His legs were soon trembling so badly that he could hardly stand up.