Donna Allen: Their horny new mom

Paul! His face flashed through her mind, but more than his face, his body. When they were younger, before Paul had married and when she was still a virgin, they had petted and necked. She remembered that she'd wanted to go all the way, but Paul wouldn't do it.

She shuddered now at the touch of her fingers on her clit. She stroked her slippery cuntlips and dipped a finger into her cunthole. Oh, Paul, why wouldn't you do it? she thought. No one loves you like I do. Why won't you give me what you give that slut, Marilyn?

She rubbed her pussy in a frenzy, desperate for the release of an orgasm. It eluded her. Even that, a poor substitute for a good fuck, eluded her.

She plunged two fingers into her twat, fucking them in and out like a cock. She fingered herself like that for several minutes, but she was soon sore and remained frustrated.

She remembered how wonderful it had felt when Mark had buried his face in her snatch. She smiled to herself at the memory. When he picked his head up, his cheeks were wet with her love-dew and he looked adorable.

My little man, she thought. Oh, if he were here now, I'd do it again!

She sobbed as she rammed her fingers into her gash. She remembered how Mark's cock had felt in there. It was wonderful! Dear Lord, it was wonderful!

Her cunt sucked on her fingers and she fingered herself until she had a minor orgasm. She sighed softly and pulled her fingers out of her cunt.

She looked at them, covered with her frothy jerks. She sniffed them and with a ragged sob, she sucked the fingers into her mouth.

What a slut I've become! she thought. I'm no better than Marilyn!

Returning to her bedroom, she pulled on a robe and began going down to the kitchen for coffee. When she passed Paul and Marilyn's room, she stopped. Paul was sitting on the bed, naked except for shorts.

"Paul!"

"What are you doing here?"

He noticed her startled expression. "Don't get in a sweat. I've got the essentials covered." He chuckled and patted the bed. "Come on in."

She walked into the room, feeling dazed and weak. She sat down on a chair and gazed at him. "What are you doing home?" she repeated.

"I had some paper work I wanted to finish here. I'm leaving soon."

He reached for his shoes and began putting his socks on. Denise rose up and as if in a trance she sat down on the bed next to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him.

"What the… Sis… what are you doing?"

She grabbed the sock from his hand and tossed it onto the floor. She threw her robe off and stood in front of him wearing only a sheer nightgown.

Straightening her shoulders, she pushed her tits out and dropped to her knees in front of him. She shoved her hand inside his shorts and brought his cock out.

"Jesus, Sis, this is crazy!" he muttered.

"I don't care!" she hissed, pulling his prick into her mouth and sucking it loudly.

Paul groaned. "You'll be sorry later," he said, but didn't try and pull away.

"I won't be sorry," she breathed. "I need you!"

She nursed frantically on his cockhead and in a few moments his limp organ sprang to life. She tongued his bloated knob and polished it with saliva.

"Jesus, Sis, this is crazy, but if you insist, let me take my shorts off."

She released him as he rose up and pushed his shorts off. Then he sat down again and she fell over him, devouring his half-stiff prick.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," she said, darting her tongue up and down his shaft. "Tell me you wanted it too. Tell me!"

"Jesus, Sis, I don't know."

"Tell me!" she sobbed, her mouth stuffed with his meat.

"Yeah, I guess so," he mumbled.

He bucked his hips, thrusting himself forward into her sucking mouth. He caressed her blonde hair and reached down to grip her upper arms.

"Come on, Sis," he said softly. "Get into bed and let's both be comfortable."

She was reluctant to release his prick. She nodded her head, but continued nibbling and licking his fuckpole. She bit lovingly on the sensitive underside of his shaft and swirled her tongue over his balls. Soon his cock was ramrod stiff and throbbing against her lips and tongue.

He groaned when she poked the tip of her tongue into his piss-slit. She held his balls in her hands and felt them lurch around their sack. She gathered saliva in the well of her tongue and bathed his cockhead in its warmth.

"Sis, this is terrific, but I think you ought to get on the bed," he said.

"In a minute," she said. "Just a little more. Please."

Paul was amazed at how enthusiastic his sister was. He enjoyed when Marilyn blew him, but Denise did it with even more gusto. Her lips and tongue were demanding as they worked him over. When she flicked her tongue over his asshole, he felt his jism boil.

"Don't make me came, Sis," he said. "I want to make you happy, too."

"Oh, Paul!" she sighed round the thick plug filling her mouth.

Paul prayed no one would come home unexpectedly. He realized that all his life he'd wanted his sister to offer herself to him. Mid now that she was, he had no intention of refusing her.

"Take your nightgown off," he said. "Come on, Sis. I want to see you without it."

"In a minute!"

She darted her tongue up and down his cockshaft and over his balls and asshole. She couldn't get enough of him and her pussy churned with desire.

He finally pulled her onto the bed and he stretched out on his back. Still wearing her nightgown, she crouched between his legs and continued blowing him.

She made lewd sucking sounds with her lips and tongue. Her cheeks hollowed in when she took his prick all the way into her throat. Paul grunted, almost afraid that she would castrate him with her overeager mouth.

"Sis, if you turn around and let me eat you too, we'll both enjoy ourselves."

"I'm enjoying myself!"

"Please, Sis, let me make you feel good too," he said. "Climb around and let me suck your sweet pussy."

She spit his prick out and sat back on her haunches. "But I haven't showered yet today."

Paul chuckled. "I like the taste of a cunt that's filthy and unclean."

"Paul!"

"No, I mean it, Sis. It's tasty."

"Oh, you're terrible," she giggled, taking his prick all the way into her throat. "Does Marilyn let you eat her?"

"We're married, Sis," he said. "Husbands and wives just do it. We don't do anything fancy."

Not because she doesn't want to, I'll bet, Denise thought. She probably wants Paul to do all sorts of awful things to her.

With a wild flourish of her arms, the horny blonde pulled her nightgown over her head and turned around. Her tits wobbled when she moved and brother and sister lay on their sides facing each other.

Paul reached over and clutched her tits. She sighed with excitement. The touch of his fingers on her boobs made her tingle all over. And then he pushed her legs apart and buried his face in her furry triangle.

"Paul!" she cried.

"Mmmmmm, good!" he said.

"Oh, Paul! Do you really mean that or are you just trying to make me feel good?"

He flared his nostrils and dragged the tip of his tongue up and down her gaping slit. "I mean it. You've got a tasty pussy."

Denise's entire body trembled in response to his touch. He sucked and licked her leaking snatch and she took his prick back into her mouth.

He continued kneading her tits. He worked his tongue from her asshole to her clit and when he found her passion-button, he concentrated on it.

Her tiny sex-organ was swollen and hard and he stroked it again and again with his tongue. She momentarily released his cock and cried out.

"Paul, darling! You're sucking me so good!"

"It's no more than you deserve, Sis," Paul said. "I love making you happy."

"Oh, Paul!" She laved her tongue over his balls and bathed in the glow of his lovemaking.