Brad Allison - Brother and sister

"Relax and enjoy," he muttered, pinning her ass to the couch.

"Ooohhhh, helllll!" she panted, squirming her plump butt, trying to up-hunch. "Make it happen, honey!"

"You want to cum, huh?" he asked teasingly.

"Shiiiiit!" she gasped. "Come on, give me a fuck!"

He raised up, giving her room to hunch, and she went quickly into her screw-lifts. Her face twisted again, her thighs shook, her cunt trembled very, very lightly, and he felt the first twinges of her orgasm seize her crotch.

"Uhhhh,oh, ohh!" she cried, creaking the couch. Her cum spasms were better than he had expected, her breasts heaved, her thighs jerked in with the pounds of her fun-gun, she groaned through to the finish and softened, panting heavily. He left his prick in, lowering his torso and bedding his chest on her swollen breasts. She hugged him and softened completely.

"Ohhhh, shiiiit!" she giggled. "That was gooodd!"

"Not bad, baby," he chuckled.

"She comes pretty good, huh?" Carla said. She was pleased with her performance. He had never heard any girl call her cunt a "she". "Hey, you're still good and hard. Didn't you – cum?"

"I've hardly started, baby," he grinned, rolling his chest on her enlarged breasts and giving her a little quick in-hunch. She shuddered, her legs quivered around his ass. "God, you're something," she breathed. "I sure could use more of it."

"You'll get it," he grinned. "You really ought to give your boyfriend a little. That's the best way to get a ring."

"He's pretty straight, honey," she giggled. "I might shock him."

"That's pretty nice pussy. Just pretend to get so hot you can't help yourself. That flatters the hell out of a man."

"You bastard. You know so much about broads."

Slowly, skillfully, he began to fuck. Her soft legs drew back again, she lifted her cunt to the right position. He raised up again so he could enjoy her breasts. They were swollen more now, she was agreeably turned on, her cuntlips were caressing his nuts when he stroked in. Damn, he had missed his fucking lately. Her orgasm had slackened her cunt just about right.

"Ohhhhh!" she gasped, as he began sucking a nipple and driving his knob a bit deeper. "Ooohhhh – OH!"

He rested a few seconds, savoring the fine, clinging softness of eager cunt around his meat. He placed his knees and arms differently and used a ploy that Anna had taught him years before – by pushing at the couch with his knees, he could let the springs do most of the work. It limited his thrusting, he could last longer, and he could gauge exactly how much prick to give her on each drive. Drawing his prick out slightly, he began to rock the couch up and down, quickening her up-and-down ass and cunt movements.

"Ohh, ohhhh!" she cried, her face twisting. "Oooohh, I love that!"

His knees and arms worked more swiftly, he was slapping her cunt at his prick in quick, voluptuous rhythm. She whined, she shuddered, her soft thighs shook against his ribs and he felt the sweet rise of her lust, the climb to another peak of delight.

"Ohh, oh, ohh – shiiiiit!" she cried, grabbing at his shoulders, "Ohhhh, oh, ooohh!"

He brought her to the peak and rammed in hard just as she broke her orgasm. He took a nipple in his mouth, feeling the spasms of her joy shake her whole lush body. Her abandoned last up-hunches fed his pleasure and his ego. She whimpered and jerked with her go-off spasms.

"Cum, baby, cum real hard!" he breathed against her breasts.

"Ughhh, ohh – shiiit!" she wailed, her head rolling from side to side, her cuntlips slushing around his nuts. Not bad. This was what the females had to have to make their cunt sing songs, a lot of good, swift sliding cock, and most of them never had enough. Very few men could resist the lure of blowing a wad after some good, deep and fast cuntslides…

The next afternoon when Carla ushered in his new patient, Carl Nash felt a surge of interest he had not known for years. The card said her name was Nancy Goodman, she was fairly tall, blonde and so beautifully, ripely contoured that his cockhead tingled. She wore dark glasses and claimed to have suddenly gone blind. He stared at her full, ripe lips, her good facial contours and he knew that he had to sample some of that.

Her body mostly was what stirred his nuts. The short-skirted frock revealed the most beautiful, thrusting pair of breasts he had seen for years! She had long, full legs, a beautifully rounded ass, and such dainty, girlish movements rather naive and shy, that he had trouble talking.

"Sit right here, Miss," he said, guiding her to his work chair. And he knew instantly, from the way she took the arms of the chair and settled her curvy ass into it that she was not blind at all… Very strange.

She leaned back trustingly. He saw her eyes observe him behind the dark glasses, a little smile touched her sensitive mouth, and he was glad he had not asked Carla to come in right away. She liked what she saw in him. He wondered how the hell he had missed her after several days in Potter. She was not as pretty as that Toni Allen, but she was more girl, much more! Only seventeen, too. His hand trembled a little as he gently removed the dark glasses.

She uttered a little gasp and put on her act, staring straight ahead.

Oh, he is something, Nancy thought, little tremors of excitement chasing along her body. He's dark and very sexy and he reminds me a little of my own brother, Steve. No wonder the girls around town are all aflutter. Very cute receptionist, I wonder if he IS screwing her, like people say.

Nancy had had a bad time at home. In her desperate search to come up with a way to have sex with Steve, she decided to go "blind". Her parents were frantic, Steve was terribly upset. Toni was shocked. Toni had insisted on taking time off from her job to escort Nancy to the office of Dr. Carl Nash while Nancy's mother waited at home.

The news had gone through town like wildfire. She was on leave from her job, staying home, and hoping that somehow Steve would feel so sorry for her he could not resist her! She was now armed with contraceptive, she could take a squirt of cum…

Henry had called. He was terribly sorry about her misfortune, and he had promised to drop by to see her. She had no feeling for him, though.

As young Doctor Nash examined her eyes, using a tiny light that penetrated her iris, she had the sudden thought that he knew she was faking! His nearness was giving her cunt tingles, too.

"Very unusual, Miss Goodman," Dr. Nash said, his eyes moving along her body again, returning to her face. "Have you had some kind of emotional shock recently?"

"Nooo, not really," she said, flushing. I want to fuck my own brother! she thought guiltily. And I can't. I guess that could be called a shock. I feel awful, upsetting the folks and everybody.

Carl Nash smiled to himself. Not a damn thing was wrong with her eyes, but he was curious about her and why she was putting him on. Professionally, it was rather risky to even assume that she was blind, but he decided that he could go along with it for a day or two, examine her again and tell her the truth. He would make some discreet inquiries about her. He had to get acquainted with Nancy; he had to "cure" her, and he wanted to get in her panties so badly that his cock was aching. What a beautiful, alive and dainty young creature!

"You come back tomorrow, Miss," he said, putting her dark glasses back on. "I'm going to check a few things out. Just make an appointment with my secretary."

"Oh, thank you, Doctor!" she smiled. She was looking him over again, a very light flush touched her throat. As he helped her from the chair to the door, the feel of her arm, the fine sweet aroma of her body, and the sweet taut jiggle of her sensational breasts in the revealing frock, sent more excitement through his being. Sonofabitch! He was sure she had put on her own makeup; it was just right, everything about her was just right.