Kathy Andrews - Camping with mom

There was no way for her to escape him. The floor of the tent was no mattress on a bed. It was hard and unyielding. She felt every ounce of his soul-jarring thrust. She received every swollen inch of his lust-gorged prick up into the mouth of her belly.

She groaned beneath the crotch-slapping meeting of their bodies. Her lips writhed in pleasure and her dark eyes fluttered closed as she savored the grinding impact of their pelvises. She was pinned beneath him, feeling his full weight crushing atop her. She was skewered to his body and loving every minute of it.

Again he lurched into the air and once more swung downward with relentless fury. This time, she greeted him. Her hips arched up in bucking fashion. The trembling lips of her pouted pussy welcomed the driving stroke of his cock. She accepted him, taking all of his fat prick into the spongy interior of her cunt, then squeezing it possessively.

Whether it was the excitement of once again having her brother within her, or perhaps that wonderfully wicked feeling of knowing that Liz watched every desire-flamed movement of their coupled bodies, he didn't know, but on the fourth ram-rodding plunge of his prick, Mona came. She cried out and clutched at him while he increased the tempo of his strokes, prolonging the soaring sensations of her climax-gripped body.

Her second release followed quickly on the heels of the first. Then the third and fourth and fifth. He knew that women were more than capable of sequential orgasms. Liz experienced them frequently. But he had never known a woman to react this way, so quickly and so violently.

That wonderful feeling of power, pleasure and self-accomplishment suffused through his body – the feeling of a man who has satisfied his woman. His sister's body shuddered and quaked with each soul-penetrating thrust of his cock. Every invasion of her juicy, pink-lipped cunt seemed to set off yet another explosion of ecstasy within her body. It was as if all the frustration and heart-break of her marriage to Frank bad suddenly fallen away and now she was making up for lost time.

"God… you… you… Sweet Jesus… you're… killing… me." Her words were barely discernible, held within the lusty groans rolling up from the depth of her throat. "Fuck… me. Fuck me!"

He never stopped. His body felt as though he had the strength to continue poling this delightfully sensuous woman – his sister – for a lifetime. He knew it was an illusion and that his own biological needs would eventually win out over his determination, but for the moment, it was a fantastic experience.

Higher and higher, the woman under his pumping body seemed to soar. Each explosive shudder of her body was stronger and harder. She was moving toward a climax of climaxes, he realized – the big one – the one that would make all the pleasure she was now experiencing seem pale in comparison. And it was his duty, his pleasure, to see that she got there.

Bucking like a lust-enraged stallion, he slammed deeply into her orgasmically-quaking cunt. His prick was a fiery brand. Despite the constant flow of her syrupy lubricants, friction burned along the sensitive length of his cock. His balls were boiling, trying to free the flood of sperm and semen they contained.

He thought of icebergs. And when that didn't help, he thought of Arctic blizzards, of sailing ships, of sealing wax, or cabbages and kings, anything to distract his mind from the consuming need of his own body. Anything that would allow him to sate the passions of this cock-hungry woman writhing under him. Anything that would allow him to release the total ecstasy contained in his sister's body.

At the same time, he drove himself on with reckless abandon. He pistoned in and out of the pleasure-squeezing channel of this raven-haired beauty's pussy. Hard and long, he fed his cock into the hot chamber of her lust, thrilling at the sensations his rough, almost brutal fucking was igniting within his sister.

She cried out. Her voice was high-pitched, a whimpering cry of pleasure unleashed. The woman under him went completely rigid for a moment. Then her body shuddered, possessed with the flesh tremors of ecstasy. She quaked and writhed, twisted and bucked. She came, came like she had never come before in her life.

"Now it's your turn," he heard Liz whisper at his side. "You deserve it. You're quite a stud!"

His wife's hand caressingly moved over the boulder-hard globes of his buttocks to tuck down between his legs. Then her fingers were there, playing and massaging the rumpled sac of his testicles.

It was too much. The exciting pleasure of his sister's climax after climax. His own passion. And his wife's taunting fingers. It was too much!

He came!

Thick and steaming, he came. He lurched under the force of his climax. His body shuddered and quaked with a violence equaling that of the woman still lying under him. He blew his load, spurting fountain after fountain of hot come into his sister's cunt.

It seemed like hours before his cock eased in its eruption. Then he just lay there, soaking in the fantastic luxury of his sister's body. He felt his prick deflating, slithering out from her come-drenched hole, but he didn't care. He was drained and sated, as was Mona.

At least he thought she was. He had once read that a woman has the physical capability of climaxing until judgment day. Just how true that statement was became apparent when he finally rolled to his back.

Immediately, Liz moved in. Not for him, but for his sister. The heaveny-titted redhead was on her hands and knees between Mona's open thighs. As he watched, his wife slowly lowered her head, the lips of her mouth meeting the lips of her sister-in-law's pussy.

Mona moaned, her eyes fluttering open and gazing down at the woman kneeling between her thighs. Whether she had ever felt a woman's mouth on her cunt before, Jason didn't know. But one thing was certain: she didn't mind it now.

Nor did Liz. His wife's tongue was now busily licking away the opalescent trickle of come oozing from his sister's love hole. Pink and wet that dexterous little oral digit went to work with an ardent fervor. Hungrily, Liz lapped up the welling traces of his release. Politely she licked and cleaned the dampness of Mona's cunt.

Jason watched, unable to take his eyes off the titillating sight of his own wife on her hands and knees busily eating another woman. In the past, Liz had admitted her woman-to-woman experimenting to him. As with most men, it had turned him on. However, he had never witnessed a woman loving a woman until now. Even in his drained state, the scene before him was one of the most sexually stirring sights he had ever seen.

Wetly, Liz's delicate tongue tips ran up the fur-fringed slit of Mona's pussy. The supine woman shivered deliciously. Despite her recent climax-after-climax explosion, she was fully engrossed by the woman laving around on her twat. It was easy to see her arousal in the flaring of her nostrils and the bright gleam of lust in her dark eyes.

"It's so wicked," Mona managed to say through trembling lips. "It's so wonderful, like a man's mouth, but different, so wonderfully different!"

Liz apparently recognized that subtle difference. Tenderly, she reached out and with one hand to each side of her sister-in-law's pubis, she eased those moist labia lips apart. From his position, Jason was unable to get a good view of everything that was happening. He remedied that by swinging around a bit, so that he was positioned at Mona's feet. The view was breathtaking in itself. Not only did he get an eyeful of his sister's opened cunt with its pink, scalloped inner lips, but he had an unobstructed line on his wife's shaven love mound, upturned, its excitingly hairless lips dampened by the redhead's own arousal.

While he took in the whole scene, Liz's tongue once more resumed its cunt lapping. In light, fleeting strokes, she tickled her tongue-tip along the wet, pinkness of Mona's pussy. Her smacking, oral sounds rose and mingled with the constant moaning of the woman lying before her.