Ron Taylor - Hot for brother

He raised his head from her loins and she could see the wet mustache of pussy fluid ringing his mouth. She wanted to kiss him, to lap her secretions from his face, and she dragged him up, toward her, lips already parting as she anticipated his cock.

Rachel heard him unzipping, unbelting, unbuttoning, as their mouths crushed together and tongues did playful battle, for supremacy. She heard the swishing of his trousers as they fell, and a second rustle as he lowered his shorts, and then he was pushing into the gap of her spread thighs and she was scooting closer and closer to the edge of the dishwasher, more than ready to meet him.

"Yeesssss!!" she moaned into Jon's open mouth as his nude, fiery pecker point made its first tactile contact with the yearning slash of her twat. She wriggled and swiveled atop the dishwasher, thinking, God, what a convenient appliance! It was just the right height! When he straightened up, his dick and her gash were level. They'd have to screw here again, and soon, she thought. And the tip of his cock wedged open her pussylips, sinking just far enough into Rachel's liquid core to set off an even greater flow of vaginal saliva, whose stickiness greased the knob of his cock.

It was the same stickiness, the same fragrance she could taste on his mouth, and without any vanity, Rachel could understand why he loved to eat her, why he thirsted for the opportunity to bury his face in the hair-fringed center of her body and suck until honey flawed into his gulping mouth. She only wished there was time to return the compliment now. To kneel before him and adore his prick with her lips and tongue, gobbling and swallowing and teasing from Jon's rod the thick, tangy male fluid that had turned Rachel Messenger into a devout cum-addict such a long time ago. But there wasn't time. He was pushing into her with a little more force now, his cock thrusting at the coy tightness of her snatch, and she was opening bit by bit to receive him in the hungry hole that must have been created with Jon and his cock in her creator's mind.

"AHHHH!!!" she screamed as his cock slammed into her. It was very long and very thick, and he filled her majestically. Her cunt spread to allow him entry, then closed up over him like a fist, melting into place around the bulky throbbing intruder, and she clung to him, breasts heaving against his chest, mouth glued to his, as they relished once again the perfect fit of their organs. Like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, she thought. We were made to be together.

Rachel lifted one knee, pulling it up to her chest, offering ion her foot as a handhold, while she wrapped the other leg around him for leverage. Her cunt was offered more fully now, split wider, the pink inner lips out around his imbedded tool, and he pressed inward to stuff even more of his marvelous cock up her willing pussy. Rachel sighed at the feeling of sexual fullness and overflow. "Nnnnnhhhh!!" she called, her head failing to one side, eyes shut tightly. "Darling, fuck me now! Don't waste another precious second! Rape me!! Take me!! I'm all yours… I'll always be yours… only… please…"

"Yes, yes, yes," he chanted back, wiggling his penis in her accommodating tunnel. Her foot rocked up and down, grasped in the cup of his palm, and he reached around her with his other hand to pet and caress the ripe curve of her womanly hips. Angling back with his midsection, he withdrew most of his cock from her, then slammed home to bury his bone once again. He held it in place there, grinding his pelvis against hers, cock shaking and quivering inside her body. "It's still good, isn't it, Rachel? It's still good for us."

"And getting better all the time," she moaned, tears beginning to well, in the comers of her big brown eyes. They were large eyes, soft and gentle as a dos, and the moisture spread a film across them so that they glowed and glimmered. Her soul embraced him as well as her pussy. Rachel pulled his face close to hem and she kissed him hungrily as he began to work his cock in and out of her wet, ready snatch.

Her ass bounced up and down in the warm ceramic top of the dishwasher as Jon put it to her, and she twisted her ass this way and that, swallowing his peter up the vacuum tube of her cunt. He stabbed her deeply, hard, fast, in quick penetrating succession, just the way she liked it, just the way she'd always liked it, and she rode his fuck tool, purring as her body moved closer and closer to the big one, the orgasmic explosion he could always coax from her with his beautiful tool.

"Harder, harder!" her voice sings out. "Fuck me harder!!" It was as if part of her was taking in an active share in the proceedings and the rest of her sitting back on the sidelines, watching, cheering on that other Rachel.

Jon did fuck her harder, his loins pummeling hers so that their pubic hairs mingled and his dark wiry strands absorbed some of the moisture from her profusely leaking pussy. When he was fully, completely immersed in her, his belly rubbing Rachel's, his balls nestled against the lips of her pussy, he had a kinky but welcome habit of shaking his ass and causing his dick to rotate that made her want to climb the walls. She clawed and clutched at him, nearly ripping apart the skirt he'd lied no time to remove. He'd have to take it off later, anyway.

Lipstick was on his shoulders, where she'd nuzzled him with her mouth in aroused gratitude that left ripe red prints bright on the clean white fabric.

"Uhhhh!!" he called suddenly, lurching against Rachel, driving his dick even deeper, at an angle which stirred new peaks of erotic response from her throbbing body.

"Oh, not yet!" she pleaded aloud. "Wait for me, ion!" At the same time she tried to use her pussy like a sucking mouth, sheathing and unsheathing his saber in the warm wet sleeve. Her body was not quite at the point of release, and she wanted more than anything else to come with ion, to feel his convulsive shudders against her own trembling body while they shared the sweet intimacy of a simultaneous orgasm. Usually they had no trouble, but he seemed to be racing ahead of her this afternoon. "Wait," she whispered, "wait, wait, wait."

Somehow he restrained himself. She felt the hardening of muscles in his shoulders and back, saw the strained effort obvious on his face, and she put her own face into the juncture of his neck and shoulders, dampening his skin and shirt and the tears of her need. Into her pussy he thrust then, again and again – perhaps a dozen more strokes in all. They were long, satisfying plunges, and Rachel moaned aloud with each of them, her cunt swelling and tingling like a tiny bell as release drew even closer. A breath caught in her chest, throbbing like an engorged heart gone mad with passion, and Rachel closed her eyes as they began to roll about in their sockets. Murmuring her pleasure, she bit softly at Jon's neck and allowed the climaxing contractions of her snatch to sweep and suck at the intruding barrel of his prick. "Now," she whispered, "now… I'm coming!"

"OH, GOD, RACHEL!!!" he shouted, thrusting his engorged cock deep, so deeply she was positive its tip must be wedged somewhere inside her stomach. She could feel – even amid the contracting ripples of her pussy – the shudders of his gushing cock as it filled her belly with hot sweet cum, and she clasped him with her arms and legs, locking her body to his as they shared the sexual bliss that meant everything to Jon and to Rachel now, as always.

She clung to him, moaning as his cock finished unloading semen deep within her clutching vagina, and her legs were awash with sweat where they locked him in a fleshy vise. His hands stroked love and assurance into her body, his feeling for her seeping through the pores of her skin.

His cock went soft in her, going limp with the release of his sexual tension, but her cunt held on, unwilling to let him go. It eased past the cling of her vaginal muscles, slipping free at last, and she felt his cum begin to leak from her pussylips as he pulled out. Still they held one another in that comforting embrace. She kissed him, flexing her thighs as his dripping sperm clotted thickly in her pubic hair, some of it oozing into the crack of her ass where she could feel it, hot and sticky, the evidence of his love.