Eric Courtney - The married sister

He felt dizzy with passion and a violent urge welled up in him. He wanted to fuck the teasing little bitch with all his might, fuck her until she begged for mercy. His whole body was tense as he felt her knees bending, their mouths wetly parting as she slid down to her knees, her hands holding onto his hard cock. Drunkenly, he put his arms out for support, finding the walls and standing balanced while looking down, he could see the top of her head and those big rounded breasts below. She was on her knees and straightening her back again, thrusting her breasts upward and outward and placing his prick, its foreskin rolled all the way back to reveal its red mushroom head, between her breasts, wedging it into the deep cleavage then using her hands to cup her breasts close together so that his cock was surrounded and held in place by the hot soft flesh of her breasts with only the thick rampant head visible.

She bent her head to look down at it and, with an electric thrill searing through him, he felt her wet hot tongue flick across it, teasing the glans on the very end. He saw her look up and smile and smack her lips, greedily tasting the drop of cum she had urged from him. Her head swooped again and he felt the flat of her tongue lick all over his prick and he thrust his hips forward just as her incredibly soft and wet lips closed over the head and she sucked while her tongue twirled downward and his head fell back limply as he moaned aloud.

The whole shaft of his prick felt encased in warm soft moving flesh while the head felt her hot mouth sucking on it with the tongue tormenting it into a swelling that hurt him. He wanted her, he wanted to fuck her silly. He'd show her what a real fuck was like. Roughly, he pushed her away, the back of her head bumping against the closet door, knocking it open, allowing her to sprawl out on the living room floor, her breasts quivering like jello, her long nude body flowing out, her legs spread wide so that he looked down and saw the glistening red slit of her cunt.

With a hoarse cry, he fell from the closet, landing on top of her. His cock pushed, felt her vaginal lubricated lips rubbing against the thick head of his cock. Thrusting with his hips, he felt her cunt spreading in a slow lewd way. Then, pushing, he felt it sink home, into the hot depths of her cunt. Her long legs wrapped around his buttocks and pulled him in while her hips writhed up so that he felt his cock sink in as deep as it could go.

They exploded in a frenzy of movement. Rod, jaw clenched, fucked her with all his might, with a wild insane abandon. Kim held him tight, her hips moving as fast as she could while she moaned and her head thrashed back and forth. He was fucking her so hard her hips and buttocks came clear of the floor and then were sent crashing, thumping down again as he used all his strength to ram his prick home in her. In front of him he could see her open mouth with her eyes rolling in her head as she thrashed around, writhing under him. He was fucking her across the floor, digging in with his knees on the rug and slamming down on her so that she saw stars. They were fucking their way into the middle of the room so that there was no place to hide or no possible explanation to make if Lee should open the door. And Rod didn't care. His mouth twisted open as be felt the mighty hurricane rush of an orgasm sweep through him and funnel out his prick and explode wetly inside of the girl and he bit her hard on the shoulder to keep from shouting.

His face twisting in a wild drunken, drugged exultation, he rolled off her and flopped on his back, gasping for breath. Kim was on top of him immediately, kissing him. He pushed her off and got to his hands and knees and crawled for the kitchen, Kim after him. She was excited, lewd, and wanted to be satisfied. She pawed at him on the kitchen floor as he fought to catch his breath. "Come on," she gasped.

"No." He shook his head, exhausted, looking down at his cock. It was still hard and white hot sperm, his own cum, was still on it. "Too dangerous," he gasped, shaking his head. "That was crazy. They must have heard."

"No, no, they didn't!" Kim said in a low voice. "Don't worry, it's all right. Come on, I'm horny and hot!"

Rod held her by the shoulders. "They must have heard."

"No, no!" Kim insisted, her eyes glinting as she crawled on top of him, thrusting one of her breasts in his face. "It doesn't matter!"

Her words froze him. How could she know it didn't matter unless – unless she knew something! He grabbed her by the shoulders, full of a sudden rage. Kim recoiled and found herself helpless in his iron grip. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing. I meant I want to cum too!"

"What do you mean, it doesn't matter?" he asked, his voice hard.

"I meant it doesn't matter if they catch us," she said in a lame voice, her face telling him she was lying.

His drugged and drunken state was like storm clouds dark, thick, and heavy in his mind and her words were like a parting of the clouds and a flash of lucid lightening in his brain. "What's going on here? I mean, what's really going on here?"

He suspected a monstrous evil sick trick was being played on him. With a madman's strength, he whirled Kim around and clapped a hand over her mouth. He grated into her ear, "You be quiet or you'll be sorry!" With a controlled fury, he forced her to her feet and dragged her, naked, his prick still hanging out of his pants, back into the living room and toward the bedroom door.

When they got near the door Kim's leg lashed out, trying to kick it. Rod hadn't expected that and his drunken and drugged nerves reacted too late. He pulled her away as the door flew open and bounced away from the wall.

The scene that greeted them turned both of them to marble. Rod couldn't move or speak or even think. Slowly, unconsciously, he let go of Kim. He stood, looking into his own bedroom, at his own bed, at his wife and her brother on the bed, naked.

Lee was lying on his back, his legs spread wide and Gail, his wife, was on top of him, her legs to either side of his waist, on her knees. And, as he watched in stupid amazement, he saw her naked buttocks exposed to his view, her anus puckered and tight and below, below, her soft, hair fringed cunt was wet and split wide. It was stretched as far as it could go and as he watched her hips move obscenely up and down her brother's huge thick prick, as he watched the glistening prick disappear into her cunt, folding the tight vaginal lips in, then saw her lift her body, saw the flaming red walls of her cunt rolling out, seeming to cling to the shaft of the slippery cock with all their might, he knew; he knew that what was happening was worse than any expectations. He was being cuckolded by his brother-in-law, that he was witnessing incest!

His mind exploded as they fucked on, oblivious of him, Lee's hands massaging Gail's breasts in a lewd and exciting rhythm. With a roar, he hit Kim with the back of his hand, sending her flying. He rushed into the room and grabbed his wife by the shoulders and sent her crashing off the bed. Lee was leaping up just in time to catch a fist square in the face. He fell backward and off the bed, his mind reeling. Rod was on top of him, punching and slapping him as he sobbed and screamed out his rage and hate. With a snarl, he whirled and slapped his wife's head back and forth until it was a blur.

He leaped to his feet, his fists ready. Brother and sister cowered on the floor, looking up at him. Blood trickled from the corner of Lee's mouth. "Scum!" he spat at them, "Rotten perverted scum! So that was it! Well, I'm through, you hear?" With an insane strength, he picked Lee up. Lee held his hands up. With a cold calculation, he knocked him down again then whirled on his wife, seizing her by her hair and lifting her to her feet. "And you, you perverted bitch!" he growled.