Ron Taylor - Hot for brother

Alex's hands were on her belly and hips, reaching up now and then to massage the hard-nipples tits. She pushed her pussy at her brother, swallowing his long slender prick with greedy cuntal gulps, and she made her bottom twist in a wriggling symphony of fuck-motion. Her guts seemed full of him, as her mouth was full of Steve, and she wondered if there was any room left inside Amy for Amy? Or – perhaps – was her interior being in the process of going out to them, filling their bodies as they filled hers?

They certainly seemed to fuck her, vaginally and orally, with a growing sense of urgency, a mounting insistent fury, as if her hunger for them had become a part of their own natures. Amy took them with pride and pleasure, moaning round the mouth-filling cock as the dick in her pussy coaxed flares of hot response from her cunt and ovaries. It was difficult for her to recall that only yesterday, at almost this very time of day, she'd been a nervous virgin wondering if she should take the irrevocable step of surrendering her cherry, and this evening she was busily engaged in satisfying two horny studs at the same time.

Merely satisfying them? God, no! Her body thrilled each one of those splendid cocks invaded her willing holes, and she had to fight off the urge to sink into a coma of orgasmic surrender. But this wasn't merely Alex's party, nor Steve's, nor her own – it was a meeting of three distinct individuals, and each of them was entitled to his or her personal delight. She wanted so much to collapse and let them simply fuck her the rest of the way into orgasmic oblivion, but she knew that it was only fair to keep on fucking, providing her share of the action. Amy contorted her buttocks, pussy sucking up another of Alex's plunges, and she angled her head onto Steve's cock, squeezing his nuts till he moaned frantically. If only they did their share, too.

Her neck ached – she couldn't keep bending herself in to suck Steve. There wasn't enough liniment in the world to soothe the muscle pains she was gonna have in the morning. She pulled her head back, trapping the knob behind her front teeth, and she began to stick just that part of him, that sweet, honey-dripping, fat-fleshed crown. Man-flavor coated her tongue, dripping and oozing from Steve already, even before he was ready to give her a real load of cum, and she sucked faster, tongue whipping.

She used her tongue like an artist's paintbrush, tracing the edges of his coronal rim, drawing it languidly through the cumslit at his very tip, flubbing her passionate tongue work only when Alex's cock rammed very deeply or made a particularly wicked jiggling penetration of her pussy. She sucked while she tongued, and Steve began to blossom in her oral snare.

"Aaaahhhhh!!" he moaned softly, and then he was grabbing the back of her skull with one hand and the unmouthed portion of his dick with the other. Amy couldn't pull her head away. He didn't try to ram any more of his dong into her mouth, but he maintained the exact ratio of slicker to sucker that she'd established.

His hand began to shuck rapidly up and down his bone, and Amy knew that Steve wasn't far from coming. She had only to give his peter point a comfortable home in her mouth while he stroked the jism from his balls. She sucked at his tip with fishlike impatience as his movements grew faster and faster. He bumped her chin and lips with his flying hand, but he didn't hit her unbearably hard and Amy tolerated him, knowing that she was about to get a mouth full of gravy.

"Nnnnnhh-nnnnhhh," she gurgled, lips tightening on his peter, and his fist action grew positively manic. Amy whipped his knob with her tongue, scraping, licking, flipping, and teasing. She made her tongue a sexy butterfly on his point, and she felt his glands engorge with unmistakable warning.

Alex was fucking faster too, his cock ramming into her, lifting her ass from its perch upon the cushions, filling her pussy with his manhood, and his index fingers – both of them – doing strange, loving things to her clit. He pushed the bud from side to side, squeezing it, and white-hot tremors of excitement tore through Amy. From the faster tempo of his lovemaking she knew that her brother, like her lover, like herself, was close to climax. Wouldn't it be fantastic, she thought, sucking one man, fucking the other, if we all went over the top in one hot crazy rush?

But it wasn't quite to be. Alex creamed first, his dick heaving in her gash as it poured a gallon of jism up her belly, and he pinched off her cunt until she jerked like an electrocuted convict. Her pussy melted around him like popsicles left out in the sun, and she was liquid jelly from her navel to her knees. Her own juices were flowing nearly as thick, nearly as wet, as his, and she could feel a blending of their cum oozing from her twat like a river that had over flown its banks. How, she wondered later, did she retain enough presence of mind to keep on sucking Steve, while he jacked himself desperately to add his jism to the flood entering Amy?

But suck she did, even as Alex groaned, "Take it all, Amy!! Take my cum, Peanut!!", as her pussy sucked the tangy fluid from his body and into her own, mixing it with girl-juice in the churning blender of her uterus. Her tongue whirled round and round Steve's knob, and his fist batted her chin again and again, and he seemed to be swelling, thickening, engorging, so that her lips must stretch further, further, further, to encompass even his tip. And then Steve yelled "I'm coommmiiinnggg!!" screamed it like a banshee, and he let go his cock, which needed no further inducement. He shoved into her a bit more, far enough for his prick to weight down her tongue-carpet, and across that pink floor mat his cum rolled. It gushed into her mouth, it coated the insides of her cheeks, it filmed on her teeth, and it poured down her throat in greasy, thick gobs. Amy gulped, drinking – it was sweet, sweet beyond compare. When Steve pulled his cock at last from her mouth. When Alex had shot the final dribble of sperm up her pussy. When her cuntal muscles had ceased to suck and vibrate, when the explosions in her tummy were cooled and semi-contained, she fell back, worn out but enriched beyond measure.

"My pussy is sore," she said proudly. "I can barely stand to touch it."

Steve brought the beers he'd carried downstairs, and they sat silent, sipping. It was a shame to get dressed when being naked felt so good, and they had no secrets from one another. They had already been as intimate as three people could hope to be. Amy was surprised to notice that Steve and Alex betrayed no sign of rivalry or jealousy. How could she feel so warm and attached to Steve, though? It didn't match her passion for Alex, but she liked her boyfriend much more now than she had only an hour ago. He really was nice. Not to mention understanding. It would be good to have him as a friend and sometime lover. She only hoped he could understand how special it was, this sex between Amy and her brother, how special it would always be.

There was a sound upstairs, and all three of the young people started in panic. "What's that?" Amy whispered. "Is somebody in the house. Oh, my God… what if it's Mom and Dad?!?"

They scurried swiftly, hunting their clothes, but none of them was even half dressed when footsteps clattered on the stairs. "Oh, shit, it's Roberta!" Steve said in relief.

"Uh, look," she said, appearing on the stairs that led into the basement, "uh, maybe I shouldn't have come back, after what I said about you all, but, uh…" she hung her head sheepishly, an ingratiating smile curled just below her too-cute nose. "Well, I kinda walked around for a while and, uh, all these streets look alike to me and, uh, well, I just don't remember how to get back to Steve's house."

"Do you need directions?" Amy wondered aloud. "Because if you do, I have some. Why don't you just take a…" Alex touched her arm communicatively, and Amy fell silent.