Robert Vickers - Three way wife

"Really, Alan, just for me?" she said. She felt her juices sluggishly flowing down her leg now. She hadn't been thinking of him greeting her this way. She had just hoped he wouldn't shout at her for what had happened at breakfast. But this!

"Into your room. Wendy's asleep right now."

"Asleep? Anything wrong? It's the middle of the afternoon and she usually doesn't… oh!" Katherine suddenly understood why, her older sister was taking an uncharacteristic nap. She had already been worn out by the prodigious fucking capacity of this man's prick.

She knew then that she was going to get her fondest hope. He would fuck her as she'd wanted to be fucked at breakfast. For the first time, she would find out how good a stud he really was.

"Hurry!" he said. As she brushed by him, his anxious fingers caught the snap on her jeans and undid it. She continued walking, the jeans working their way down on the flare of her ass. By the time she was standing beside her bed, the jeans were halfway down her legs. It was obvious she wasn't wearing any panties, either.

"Damn, don't any of the women in your family wear undies?" he asked. He quickly closed the door. It wouldn't do to wake up Wendy. Not now.

"No, why should we? They just get in the way when we find a real stud who wants to fuck." She let the word roll over her tongue. She was getting progressively hornier just thinking about what was going to happen. He had been the one calling the shots this morning and she had loved it. But not this time. Now she was the needy one – but he was even more up for this fucking. She could control him if he wanted to bury that mighty sword of cockflesh into her hot little box.

"Onto the bed," she commanded.

He started to say something, but she quickly skinned out of her tee shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra either. She impudently thrust out her chest and said, "If you want any of this, do as I say!"

He moved. He dropped to the bed. She shoved him down onto his back and swarmed up over him, straddling his erection. Sighing, she stroked up and down the huge pole. It felt like a battering ram but she wasn't going to hesitate now. She couldn't, not with the memory of what this had felt like up her ass.

She had burned all day long. To burn all night long with the memory of his cock fucking her cunt was exactly what she wanted.

"God," he said, looking up at her jiggly tits. The nipples were tracing out invisible figure eight patterns in the air in front of her chest. Every time she moved her shoulders, the knockers swayed. He reached up and gripped them in his hands. The hot flesh flowed like putty. He squeezed harder and she moaned. He loved this and wanted to manhandle her tits all night long.

She lifted up and pulled hard at his cock. It was pointed straight up like a rocket on the launching pad. Then she lowered her hips. The girl gasped when she felt the hot nosecone of his cock prod into her cunt lips. She wiggled from side to side to make sure she had a firm position. Then the teenager simply relaxed and allowed gravity to do all the work.

The cock penetrated her cunt and strove for her tonsils. She screamed. She couldn't help herself. The feeling of so much prick filling her tight little pussy was more than she could bear.

"Not so loud!" he hissed. "You'll wake up Wendy!"

"God, we wouldn't want to do that," moaned Katherine. She didn't want to do anything that would lose her this fantastically thick and impossibly long cock. Not when she had finally succeeded in getting it fully buried all the way up her greedy cunt.

She swung her hips from side to side and let the man's prick work around inside her cunt. The cunt walls tried to cling to the pecker. The thick oils leaking out of her made this impossible. She succeeded in getting a portion of her pussy to hang in there. The twisty sensation made her moan in sheer pleasure and demand more.

"Keep those hands on my tits," she told the man. "I love the way you work the nipples around in circles. It makes my whole chest burn with desire."

"Yeah, sure," he grunted. "And the hell with this." He shoved hard upwards on her boobs, as if trying to rip them off, her body. She shrieked and moved upwards, his cock sliding out of her agitated pussy.

"Now fuck, damn you, fuck hard!" he cried. His hands guided her in the rhythm he wanted.

She felt the prick slipping free of her cunt and immediately relaxed. The pressure on her boobs decreased and allowed her to plunge downward again. She was filled once more with pulsating, throbbingly virile cock. Gasping for air, she twisted from side to side reveling in the intense feelings lashing her young body.

The teenager tried to figure out what it was that turned her on the most about this up and down self-fucking. The way her cunt lips split apart and the cock hid itself just under the flame-red of her bush turned her on a lot. She couldn't deny that, but the idea of controlling the tempo of the fucking was a big turn on for her, too. But was it as big a thrill as feeling his hands all over her tits, massaging them, manhandling them, making them feel like hunks of dough being kneaded?

She couldn't say.

The burning shaft of his cock rested inside her cunt. She tensed and relaxed her pussy walls a few times until she was sure of his maleness. She could feel the thick blue vein on the top of his prick pulse with desire. There was no doubt in her mind tat she had been the one to build up that desire to the point where he couldn't resist her. The other contours of his hidden cock came to her also through the sensitive membrane of her cunt.

The mighty crown of his prick pulsed and throbbed with life. She tensed again and trapped the retreating prick. Her entire body was rising upwards and she held his cock inside firmly. For a moment, she thought she might break his dork off.

And then her body's juices betrayed her. The flood of her love oils made his cock too slippery to hang onto.

With a wet, squishy plop he came free of her cunt.

She immediately reached down and gripped the slick shaft and pulled it back to her trembly cunt lips. She wasted no time in stuffing the prick back into her blast furnace hot cunt.

"Don't let it come out like that," he warned her. "I might just spurt out my come any second. God, you can't imagine the feelings in my balls! I feel like a Goddamn pressure cooker within a safety valve. I'm going to fucking explode!"

She smiled and dropped down. His prick shot all the way up into her pussy. Grinding her bush into his produced the most heavenly sensations imaginable. Her cunt tickled along the crinkly hairs of his pubic fur and lit the fuse of her own desires.

The girl felt her insides begin to tense up in preparation for a really big come. She knew that she was going to get off in a breath taking way if she could only fuck herself fast enough. Her hips launched into a frenzy of motion. She slipped up and down that telephone pole thick prick as if her life depended on it.

She came hard. Her entire body shook and her muscles locked in the now familiar rictus of desire. The grip of the climax shook her to the point of her teeth rattling.

"Aieeeeeeeee!"

Her cries filled the room. Alan shook almost as hard but his trembling came from a mixture of desire and fear that Wendy would awaken and find them together. He had no idea what his wife would think if she discovered her husband fucking her younger sister. And he didn't especially want to find out.

Reaching up, he managed to put his hand over Katherine's mouth. He hissed out, "Shush! Don't cry out like that. We'll both be in big trouble if she finds us like this."

Katherine barely heard the words. Her entire body was in movement. She continued moving her hips up and down, the feel of the heavy pike of solid cock reaming her out in the most intimately exciting way possible. She controlled the rhythm of the fucking. She could get all the prick she wanted simply by dropping down on it.