Carole Wilson - Two sisters

He was running his hands with neat reverence up and down her unprotected nudity, bringing gasping and quivering responses from the softness of her body.

She had never felt like this before. Not even that time when she had given in to Sid before their marriage. Something about this situation… lying naked beside a leering man in her own bathroom, added to the prurient desire the clandestine act awoke in her and she was with, and gave herself up completely to the licking flames of passion which were engulfing her. With a deep sigh, she felt his finger rummaging between her legs. Eagerly, she spread them wide, anxious now to assist him in her satiation. His fingertip ran moistly up and down the length of the dampening furrow, the tip slipping into the burning hot hole of her love-starved cunt, making her body jackknife against him from the sudden unexpected touch.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she screamed, biting her lip in passionate arousal, until she could taste the blood from her self-inflicted punctures. Then the man's mouth was on hers, his thick lips pressing down on the woman's as his tongue shot into her mouth, feeling the warm wet contact of her velvety interior on her hungry organ. Round and round it swirled inside her, until she felt her whole mouth was filled with this devil-like thing tantalizing her and she began to suck voraciously at it, closing her lips tightly over its base, trapping it completely while she tried to swallow it all.

Her passion spurred his. He could feel his cock heavy against his leg, confined by the tight material of his pants, and his heart was pounding painfully in his chest. He had no idea… all he'd come to do was collect the rent, and there she was naked and acting like he was attacking her when he hadn't so much as touched her with his little finger.

Why not take advantage of the situation?

There was no mistaking her intention now. She grabbed her landlord roughly and desperately, sought to ram his entire hand up into the rapacious cavern of her tight unused cunt, her red hair a gleaming red in the dim light as she flailed her head from side to side.

Sybil heard the sound of clothes being removed and knew that he was getting undressed. She waited with bated breath until she knew he was nude and then looked at his virile, mature body. He was absolutely beautiful to her, she thought. Much better in reality than in that nightmare.

"You like my cock, Sybil?" he smiled, pulling her gently by the hair until her face was a scant inch or two away from his out-sized, fully erect prick. Sybil could see the large pillar of flesh jutting out in front of her and to her lusting mind, it appeared to take on even greater proportions. Her eyes widened as she surveyed it and she hesitantly stretched out a hand and gently enclosed it in her fingers. God, it was as big as a full-grown man's! Her fingers barely closed around it! Slipping her circled fingers up and down it, she estimated its length. Even as she was feeling it, a shudder of masochistic delight sneaked through her at the thought of man making love to her.

It'll serve Sid right, the bastard! He hasn't made love to me in weeks!

She felt the prick in her hand leap and then she was being pushed down, her legs splaying wide. He fell unceremoniously between her widely stretched thighs and grabbing her by the ankles, pulled her limbs up and out as far as they would go, ignoring her impassioned pleas for him to be gentle. Her legs were now pushed flat back against her shoulders, squashing her breasts painfully against her chest. Her taut pussy was fully exposed… naked, defenseless, the moist rosy flesh gleaming teasingly in the shaft of light from the small window.

She felt Hansen place the thick muscle head against the palpitating opening to her cunt and she lay there trembling, half in anticipation, half in fear of what was to come. Her fear brought back to her mind the reality of what she was doing.

This is wrong, she thought wildly, beginning to struggle. I can't do this… I just can't! I've never done it with anyone but Sid!

"Aaaaggghh!" she sobbed out from her very depths as she felt the plowing without mercy into her tender channel, cutting off her guilty thoughts. God, it was wonderful! She felt his cock speeding crazily into her womanly cunt and tears sprang to her eyes as she felt the full force of the man's frantically fucking penis continue to ream forward until finally, he hit bottom, crashing against the tender head of her cervix with astonishing force. Sybil's cries reverberated through the bathroom, bouncing off the walls and coming back at them in mocking notes.

For a moment, Mr. Hansen held his plundering pole there and then began to withdraw it, the over-large instrument slipping out easily from their willing flesh. Sybil sighed at the momentary relief afforded by his exit, but he immediately began to plunge forward again, ramming it in all the way, and she squirmed helplessly beneath him, trying for one sane moment to clench her thighs together to ward off his obscene invasion of her secret genitals. But her resistance was in vain… her very clenching seemed to encourage the plowing forward of his young penis. She could feel every ridge and fold of it as it wriggled about inside of her like a giant worm and Mr. Hansen's squirming scrotum pressing against the widespread crevice of her buttocks signaled a searing pain as the head reached the home base of her womb.

She lay stunned beneath his muscular body as he began a more regular fucking in and out of her cunt, flexing his hard cock as it lay imbedded in her feeling the beginning responsive throb of her inner cuntal walls. He could sense that she'd forgotten all her fear and was now on the side of the pleasure as she began a soft mewing sound of unmistakable enjoyment as her soft wet cunt mouth began a rhythmic opening and closing around his hardened cock.

Sybil's hips began a slow undulation beneath Mr. Hansen's skewering penis and her hungry pussy, so long frustrated, began voraciously screwing itself up further onto the man's dancing cock. Sybil could feel her nerve endings, so recently raw with pain, begin to tingle throbbingly from the electric shocks that jolted her body. She felt at one with his lewd impaling member as it imbedded to her and she rotated her hips in time to its desperate skewering.

His large, tense hands were digging into her shoulders and his sweating body dripped down beads of perspiration onto her churning frame as he pushed with all his might into her, his flailing cock wide and thick between her tormented thighs. Sybil was moaning steadily now, the pitch rising in intensity as she felt the enormity of her approaching orgasm. It was gross! Her body was wracked with pain from the unnaturalness of the position, but she was enjoying this total subjugation to the brazen middle-aged Viking, enjoying the humiliation he was causing her, reveling in the abject plea sure she was getting from him.

"Ohhhhh…" she moaned. "I'm cumming now, yes, yes, I'm cumming now…"

She bucked against him wildly, her body vibrating uncontrollably as her wet cum seeped down the throbbing walls of her cunt and dripped down over her straining thighs and into the crevice of her churning buttocks. She felt drained and exhausted but somehow exhilarated as she felt him continue to fuck into her, his knees pressing into the backs of her thighs, his hands cupping her buttocks, raising her up off the ground, affording him even deeper entry into her.

His long hard strokes slipped like a knife through butter into her wet slippery passage, now drenched with her own cum.

How could I have lived without this for so long? she thought wildly as the mouth of her womb flared involuntarily to engulf more of the rubbery head in its secret depths. Memories of her long, unfulfilled nights and bitter wasted days cut her like a sword and in her anger at her husband she began to batter feverishly back against her landlord, opening her crotch completely to his onslaught, her cunt making wild wet sucking sounds as it contracted gratefully around his pistoning cock.