Marvin Cox - Seduced by sis

"Oh… Jesus… God," Brad winced, slamming into her body with all his strength. Then, when he finally felt the sudden burst as the bulk of his load squirted from his cockhead, he froze. "All… of it," he groaned. "God… all of… every… fucking… drop!"

While he drilled brutally into her climaxing cunt, Amy could feel sharp pangs at the back of her neck. Keith was biting into her flesh like a savage animal while he riddled her shitter with rabbit-like thrusts of his exploding cock.

"Unhhhhhhh!" the boy finally moaned, blasting in the last of his tremendous climax. He squirmed his ass around, stretching the opening of her shitter with his jerking cockbase, then reined, his chest heaving against her back. "Oh… shit," he whispered, panting hard, "that… that was the fucking best I've ever had!"

Amy's body gave one final spasm of peaking orgasm, then seemed to melt. The hard ripples of release suddenly shivered to a dull throb, massaging her pussy. She continued working her body between them, but finally stopped when she felt them relax.

"You guys ready for some more?" she asked a few moments later, feeling her passion renew itself. "I know I sure am!"

"My God, don't you ever get enough?" Brad grinned, looking at the hungry expression on his sister's face. "You've had enough cock for five girls!"

"Then those five girls aren't getting enough," she laughed. "I still haven't had my fill."

She pushed them to their backs, side by side, and straddled their thighs, her pussy just above their knees. She then lowered her face to both damp crotches and slipped her fingers under the swollen shafts. Slowly she raised them to an angle, then darted the tip of her tongue over both cum-stained heads.

"Wow… look, at all this sweet meat," she gasped, jacking the two columns of flesh. When her fingers reached the ridge just below the ends of their pricks, twin globs of jism oozed from the tiny cum-holes. "Mmmmmm, and this cream!" she moaned, clamping her mouth around both cockheads at once.

She took one lump of cum into the side of her jaw and held it there while she sucked the other across her tongue. She then worked her mouth so that the juices mixed. Slowly she turned her head and let the farce of gravity pull the liquid into her throat.

"Oh… I want lots of that stuff!" she murmured softly, now lapping her tongue between the shafts.

Just then, Sherri stumbled into the room, looking sleepy-eyed and tired. The moment she saw what was happening, however, she perked up.

"Why'd you leave me?" she asked Brad as she sat on the edge of the bed. "I was… only resting."

Brad laughed suddenly. When his sister had come to get them, Sherri was dead to the world. Lying there, her legs parted as if she were a war casualty, cum glistening from her hole, her head thrown back, her eyes half-closed and glazed, she looked as if she wouldn't move for a week.

"I thought maybe you'd had enough," he said, touching her cheek.

"Enough?" she gasped, her eyes widening when she saw both cocks before her. "Me you kidding?" She shot Keith a quick, almost embarrassed look. "Hi," she said.

"Hello yourself," the boy grinned, dropping his eyes to the rounded, firm tits, the delicate patch of cunt. "I was just about to come get you," he said. "Then Amy, here, waylaid me."

"Don't you like to get waylaid?" Amy teased.

"Or does it depend on the way… you get laid?"

"AW, shut your mouth," the boy said playfully, "or I'll shut it for you." Before Amy could say anything, he jerked his hips upward, cramming the full length of his cock into her throat. "With this!" he grunted, holding the back of her head.

"Oh… let me have it," Sherri gasped, feeling her insides actually shake. She dropped her face to Brad's crotch and gobbled the thick prick into her mouth. "Mmmmm, let me have it," she gurgled, sliding her lips downward.

He did not believe that anything could possibly increase his pleasure. Yet somehow, when he felt her rubbery nipples inside his asshole, it did. "Lick… it!" he choked, feeling his cum rumble toward his ballooning cockhead. "Lick… it now, cocksucker!"

As the first gush of molten cum splashed the back of her throat, Sherri bucked wildly, hammering her hips up and down, fucking the air. Savage spasms tore up and down her cunt canal like a knife, sending ripples into every cell of her body. She gurgled and choked as if she were dying, swallowing his release as fast as was humanly possible, trying desperately not to miss a single, precious drop.

"Mmmmfffffff!" she groaned, feeling her mouth fill in spite of her fast sucks. Moments later, twin streams of silvery fluid shot from the corners of her lips, rolling toward her ears.

Amy held the Reverend Johnson's cock with both hands and darted the tip of her tongue up and down the smooth, rubbery surface. She looked into the patch of salt-and-pepper hair, wondering if a man his age would have much cum to suck.

"Oh… it's been years since anyone did that," the man wheezed, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Keep doing it, little girl. Suck my dick up and down… just like that."

Amy almost laughed. He certainly hadn't said that when he'd first seen her, today! She had answered the door, dripping wet from the shower, after having one last fucking session with Keith and Sherri, and there he stood looking like judgement personified. With his white shock of hair surrounding his pink face, and the black suit, he even looked a little like Moses, ready to break the Ten Commandments over her head. And to be honest, she hadn't meant for the towel to drop on purpose. It just had.

"Whore of Babylon!" he had shouted, reaching for the towel to cover her nakedness. He had stood up and hit the underside of her jutting tits with the top of his head. Maybe that was what had done it, for after that, he turned almost purple and reeled, catching the door for support. "I have come to… to…"

Whatever he had come to do, she never found out. Instead, he had closed the door quickly and fallen into a chair, his eyes locked on her tits, his mouth working as if his lips were licking around the tiny pink nipples.

"Yes?" Amy said softly, stretching, watching his eyes rise with the movement of her tits. "If you came to see Brad, he isn't here. I don't know where he is."

"I… I just came from Brad," the man said, as if reciting the words by rote, "and now I'm here to see you."

"What do you want?" she had asked, taking a step closer.

The Reverend Johnson had spoken so much of sin, of evil, he thought he knew it well. But, in fact, he had never really been presented with anything but goodness all his life. From the chaste marriage to Mrs. Johnson – who was more interested in mending clothes for the Dorcas Society, gathering canned goods for Thanksgiving baskets, than in earthly matters – to his weekly spot in the pulpit, he had never even seen temptation until now. And it hit him like a kidney punch.

"Oh… my Lord!" he had gasped, now eyeing the delicate patch of blonde cunt hair just inches front his face. He licked his lips and swallowed hard, wondering how great a sin it would be to stick his tongue into that tiny, puckered hole. What did Matthew say about it? Nothing, thank God. "Oh… my Sweet Lord," he added, feeling his heart about to pound out of his fifty-seven-year-old chest.

At first Amy honestly thought he was having an attack of some kind. His eyes were bulging dangerously, and the vein at the side of his neck looked like an angry snake. It was when she reached out and touched him that she knew what was really going on.

Immediately, he grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her waist. At the same time, he dug his face savagely into her middle, stabbing the tip of his tongue into the swollen hole.