Carole Wilson - Two sisters

Sid lay back, his breath rattling in his throat, his cock on fire from the teasing grazing of her ravenous pussy. He could feel the crinkled edges of it nibbling hungrily at the head, sending spasms of intense pleasurable sensation cavorting through him. The expert channel of her pussy, moist and clinging, closed in greedily on the imprisoned head, contracting.

June was slowly, oh so slowly, easing herself down on his straining prick and suddenly he could stand it any longer and reaching forward with his hands, grabbed her roughly by the hips and with one savage tug, crashed her down cruelly on his rock-hard cock, ramming his swollen prick to the hilt in the young girl's cuntal channel.

June sobbed… harsh, racking sobs from the brutal slamming pressure which seemed to tipple in her tender hole. The thick cock was buried completely inside her and the rounded resilient head rubbed against the soft, yielding mouth of her womb.

Impatiently, Sid again grasped her by the hips and raised her up the slippery pole of his cock, until just the tip of the head was still enclosed in her. Then he slammed her down again, her moistened cunt slapping against his wiry pubic hair with a wet sloshing sound. This time, the discomfort was not so intense as June's cunt adjusted itself to the greater access afforded by her up top position. She began to raise herself up, gently this time, feeling the ragged edges of her inner lips clinging to his cock as she rose up off it and then she lowered herself down, feeling it slip easily into her sheath, where she could feel every ridge, every indentation of its throbbingly alive surface.

She began to sway rhythmically, moving up and down yo-yo fashion, enjoying more and more the novelty of her fucking him. Almost casually, she reached a hand back and began to stroke his balls, sensing the turmoil which was beginning there.

Sid's hands began to claw at the rug, pulling tufts of thick pile out of it. Then they reached forward and little brown nipples oscillating. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh, leaving red welts, as his hips began a hard, upward grind, forcing his cock deep up into her.

The tempo of her sliding up and down increased every second until she bounced around as if she were on a trampoline and then her hand was pumping insanely at his cock, trying to squeeze it dry. Her whole body was vibrating violently and the pulsations reached down into her cunt, where they pressured his near-boiling-point penis into release. His hips battered up against hers as he spewed his semen into her convulsing body and before he was even finished his spasming ejaculation, the sticky hot fluid was pouring out of her cunt and trickling down on the shaggy rug. Drained, he lay there panting regaining the strength he knew he'd need for the rest of the afternoon. There was still that damned French lesson to delve into, and he'd need his energy to think straight!

But no… May would have none of it. It was her turn now…

Proud of her new banged hair-do, Sybil let herself in the front door, leaving it unlocked behind her, knowing that Mr. Hansen would be coming by soon. Her leather handbag landed with a thud on the living room sofa, and she sauntered into the kitchen, humming to herself, the anticipation of this afternoon's rendezvous with her landlord foremost in her mind.

With feminine vanity, she ran her fingers through her strawberry blonde curls, mentally measuring how many inches Irma had clipped off. Not too many, hoped Sybil, reveling in the feel of her silky hair, which she knew was her best feature.

Sybil was on her way up the steps to her bedroom when she heard a strange series of soulful groans coming from the direction of the study. Puzzled, she walked over to the door which was standing ajar. Sybil held her breath listening. There it was… weird sounds like someone in pain. Her heart thudding, she crept silently closer to the door.

She bit back a cry when she glanced inside. Her head whirled in disbelief at the disgusting act that was taking place in Sid's study. Tutoring! Right…! she thought with drawn features. For a moment she thought she was watching strangers… but no, those hirsute buttocks wavering obscenely in the air could only be Sid's!

Her shocked eyes took in the lustful sight of her husband on all fours, his head buried between the widespread thighs of a moaning twitching dark haired girl no more than a child, whose hands were buried in his hair, pushing his face further down into her moisture soaked curls.

To add to her horror, Sybil caught sight for the first time, of another pair of legs, this time stretching out obliquely from under Sid's belly, the dark pubic hair between them plainly visible. Sybil could even see the faint pinkish gleam of the girl's slit nestling between the dark fringes. Shifting slightly, she could see the girl's hips closed tightly around her husband's cock as she was sucking him furiously, while at the same time, mechanically kneading his balls!

"I can't believe it!" she gasped, biting back the tears.

Sybil tried to shut out the horrible scene, but her eyes kept returning, as if drawn by a magnet, to the perverted sight of her husband slavering animal-like at a woman's cunt, his big red tongue digging again and again into her flooded young hole. She continued to gape in disbelief, her eyes glued to the passionate writhing. She could see the other girl, her mouth straining to swallow the rigid penis dangling above her, her whole body twitching in uncontrolled ecstasy.

How could he do such a thing? Her mind screamed. It would be horrible enough if he were just making love in the ordinary way, but this lewd act was an outrage to her!

Her first impulse was to run into the room and stop the obscene act before it went any further, but something held her back and she felt compelled to watch them. She wondered how that brazen young girl could open her legs to him like that, allowing her secret genitals to be used in such a manner. She found herself wondering what it felt like to have a man kiss you there… feel his tongue, abruptly, she shut out the thought and clenched her thighs together to dampen the strange little tingle that was starting there.

I'm as bad as they are! she thought bitterly, standing there gaping at the disgusting sight of her husband, his face buried in one girl's vagina and his penis being sucked to rigid hardness by another girl, while her mouth hollowed and filled as she slavered over the giant rod. How could she take it all in her mouth without gagging, Sybil wondered, feeling a strange stretching sensation in her own mouth, as if in sympathy with the young girl. She had never seen Sid so lustful, his penis had never seemed so throbbingly huge, and she felt slightly resentful of the girl who made it that way.

Just then she stifled a cry as two wiry hands slipped around and drew her backwards to him. They wormed their way up to her breasts and pressured them lightly. Mr. Hansen! It was probably already five o'clock. Sybil's first inclination was to push him away. She was so utterly ashamed of the disgusting thing her husband was doing! Just because her husband was an uncontrollable sex maniac, did that mean she was just as licentious? The answer seemed to be yes as the mature caresses behind her felt surprisingly exciting on her breasts, like a kind of confidence giving massage, bolstering her ego, as she stood there watching her husband bury his mouth in the soft fleece-lined cunt, his tongue dipping deep into the wet slippery channel. She could hear him making low growling sounds in his throat as he ministered to the twitching vagina, while the girl mewled in ecstasy.

Sybil's breath caught in her chest at the utter depravity of what was happening. What must Mr. Hansen, her landlord be thinking? Almost gratefully, she leaned back against her lover and she felt at once his protuberant rod of flesh, burning into the crevice of her ass. His hands still squeezed her breasts lightly and he was murmuring obscenely in her ear.