David Crane - Sister eager for more

He knew he had to drain his balls off before he could get back to work. He considered jacking off in the office bathroom but, a modest fellow, he hated the idea that someone might walk in to catch him. That was why he decided to hurry home, knowing his wife was at work and figuring his kids would be out playing, and jerk the shit out of his swollen cock in privacy and comfort.

So it was that Henry drove down the street, inspired by a glimpse of juicy cunt, and found himself surprised by an even more bizarre sight – a lithe black cat, tail switching behind her bouncy ass, sneaking into his home.

Henry parked and got out of the car, closing the door quietly. If it was a cat burglar, he intended to catch her in the act. He hadn't failed to notice how shapely and nubile her body was, molded in that tight black leotard. And the stiff pricked fellow had some idea that he might be able to blackmail a burglar-pussy from a cat creature.

He sneaked into the house and tiptoed down the stairs, his prick stiff, his balls feeling like basketballs jammed between his thighs.

But, looking down the hallway, he saw she wasn't a burglar at all – but a voyeur!

And a very excited voyeur, as well, for the cat girl was panting as she looked into Henry's bedroom. Her tailed ass was switching from side to side – and she had one hand cupped over her crotch, rubbing and petting her pussy.

Henry trembled with the violent urge to pounce on her and shove his iron-hard cock up her fuck-hole, right through the crotchband of her costume.

But another thought disturbed him.

A voyeur had to have something to watch – and what the fuck was happening in his bedroom? Was his wife cheating on him in their own bed?

That thought brought a tinge of jealousy but a far greater surge of lust. If Jessica was fucking around, Henry felt that he had a right to know. And a right to watch!

The pain of having an unfaithful wife was not nearly as great as the pleasure of watching that naughty wife cavort in her adulterous delights. Staring at the cat girl – watching the watcher, as it were – Henry began to lug his massive hard-on down the hallway to investigate whatever it was that had so fascinated the feline intruder.

It was plenty fascinating.

Two naked teenagers and a gorgeous ghost were romping merrily away on the bed.

Mandy didn't have any idea who was hidden under that sheet, but she knew damned well that Brenda and Tommy were brother and sister and the implication of incest added to the thrill of the sight.

The ghost was holding her shroud up, exposing her heavy tits and trim belly and her knees were raised, her thighs wide apart, displaying her smoldering cunt. Brenda and Tommy were squabbling over that tasty pussy. Brenda had buried her pretty little face in the ghostly gash, fucking her tongue up the tunnel and mouthing the stiff clit. She purred happily as she lapped from the creamy bowl.

Brenda had forgotten – she thought – how fucking delicious Mandy's cunt was. It was far hotter and creamier than she remembered, from the last time she had eaten her girlfriend out – just as her cunt mound was bushier and her tits a lot bigger. It was strange – but Brenda wasn't really suspicious yet.

But then Tommy, envying that sweet snack, pulled his sister aside and jammed his own eager head in between those shapely thighs. He wasn't as experienced as Brenda in the delicate art of cunt-sucking, but he more than made up for it by his enthusiasm.

As the cat girl arrived on the scene, Brenda dragged Tommy's head out and shoved her own face into the ghostly gash again. The two naughty, cunt-hungry siblings began to fight over Jessica's cunt like two dogs over a juicy bone. Jessica squirmed and moaned, thrilled by their eagerness, filled with motherly love.

It had been the best day of Jessica's life! She had started by sucking off her brother, as if for breakfast, then fed a sexy redheaded receptionist a hair pie for lunch and now the family was dining together, the kids gobbling her pussy as greedily as they had ever devoured a Thanksgiving turkey, while her own mouth still tingled with the delicious flavor of their combined cum juices! This was family-style dining at its finest, and Jessica was in ecstasy.

Her ass swung across as she shoved her cunt into Tommy's face, then switched back as she gave Brenda a taste. The two teenagers were both kneeling before her, their asses hiked up and their heads down. Tommy's big stiff prick was jerking violently under his belly. Mandy thought he looked like a pole-vaulter approaching the take off, ready to catapult his body off his cock. She licked her lips, thinking how delicious Tommy's prick looked, then gazed across at Brenda's pussy, knowing full well how scrumptious that creamy bowl was, having sucked it off countless times before. Cunt juice was streaming down Brenda's kneeling thighs as she ducked in and took another lap at Jessica's fuck-slit.

"Ummmmm," Brenda purred, scooping a tongueful of cunt cream out of the soaking slot, then giving way to her brother as he slid in and slurped.

Jessica's masked head was tilted down as she watched her hungry children feast on her pussy. She bent over them like a solicitous parent over a cradle, murmuring approvingly and encouragingly.

Tommy sucked her clit like a nipple, gurgling as his mouth filled with cunt juice, and Brenda hovered over him, impatient for her turn to feed, her excited face already smeared with lashings of pussy nectar.

"C'mon – don't be so fucking greedy, Tommy," Brenda admonished her brother, tugging on his hair.

Tommy sighed and moved aside and his sister buried her radiant face between those sleek thighs.

"Ohhhh, Mandy – I love your cunt!" Brenda squealed as she sucked happily away.

Crouched cat-like in the doorway, Mandy blinked in surprise. Was that ghost named Mandy, too? Or was there some sort of deception going on? The girl had been just about to make her presence known, via a tongue-first entry.

Now she paused, curious now, as well as horny as hell. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it sure didn't kill the cat girl's ardor. She was concentrating so completely on the fascinating threesome that she was totally unaware of the fact that a handsome man with a gigantic hard-on was sneaking down the hallway behind her swaying, tail-switching ass.

Henry was approaching slowly and hesitantly, stopping and starting in a cat-like fashion, himself, as he stalked the cat girl. He dreaded what he was going to find in the bedroom, feeling pretty certain that his sexy wife must have a lover in there with her. Yet his dread was overshadowed by his compulsion to find out the truth – and to spy on them. He knew that if he caught Jessica cheating, he would have to confront her in anger – but only afterwards, because he also knew that he would have to secretly watch while the adulterous bitch got her ass fucked off. Like all members of the family, Henry had a voyeur's inclinations.

Closer and closer he crept. His cock was so swollen by this time that it was threatening to bunt from his pants. He lowered the zipper of his fly, to ease the tension, and his prick shot out like a coiled spring.

With his cock bared now, Henry advanced again, coming up behind the costumed cat creature.

Looking over the cat girl's shoulder, he gulped in shock. A multitude of emotions rushed through his fevered mind.

He felt relief – his wife wasn't cheating on him. Yet he felt disappointment – because he had yearned to spy on her while she got fucked by a lover. And he was awed by the fact that both his son and his daughter were avid cunt-lappers.

And who the hell was that shapely specter whose juicy cunt they were sharing?

Incest, voyeurism, lesbianism, exhibitionism, gorgeous ghosts and nubile sex kittens… so many things were going on at once that Henry gurgled in confusion.