Joe Lawton - Sister in heat

Frank wanted to suck her come; he went after it. He sucked and swirled his tongue against the lips of Chris' snapping cunt, while at the same time his fingernails chewed into her hips to keep her pussy in place while he went down on her.

Chris clutched the back of Frank's head and ground her cunt into his face.

"I'm almost ready to pop my nuts!"

Frank reacted to Chris' lust clotted voice. His hands slid past her jerking hips and grabbed her dimpled asscheeks. He dug his fingers into her flesh. He sucked air into his lungs. Then he curled his long tongue inside Chris' cunt and gave it a violent twist. Once, twice. Again, again. Each twist and scrape better than the other. She went wild. She mashed her wet thighs against the sides of his head, then tightened the muscles of her foaming pussy, and a moment later her come started gushing into his waiting mouth.

"Eat me, eat me!" Chris howled at the top of her lungs. "Gobble down every drop of my come!"

Frank did. He sucked and swallowed until her ass came to a standstill, and no more come flowed from her cunt. Then he came to a kneeling position between her loose legs, smacked his lips and told her, "Yep, everything's as good as it looks."

Chris' tits trembled and she giggled.

"Sounds like you're finished with my ass and cunt for today. Are you?"

Frank crawled out from between Chris' legs and showed her his cock; it was stiff again.

"Does this answer your question?"

Chris sat up and admired his big prick. Frank stretched out on his back and laced his hands behind his head. His cock stood proudly, swaying toward his belly. Beneath it the corrugated sack containing his huge balls was clearly visible; the base of his shaft surrounded by a curly thicket of hair. It was a tempting sight.

The sudden urge to suck Frank's cock filled Chris. She started to reach for it, then dropped her hand when she remembered that earlier he had shoved it up her ass. She jumped up and ran behind the bar to get a wet rag. Then came back and wiped it clean. There. Now his cock was ready for her to suck the jism out of it.

Chris tossed the wet cloth aside and reached for Frank's prick with both hands. She hesitated for a couple of seconds. Then she pulled his cock toward her face and took it between her lips.

Frank sighed.

"Ah, I was hoping you'd go down on me."

Instinctively, Chris' tongue raked the underside of Frank's cockhead, but she didn't start blowing him right away. Instead her mouth dropped and she lapped his scrotum. His bulging nut sack was salty with sweat and the smell of his jism. She licked his balls for a minute or so, then slowly worked her way back to the glowing tip of his prick.

Reaching her intended destination, Chris' mouth stretched and she crammed the velvety knob of Frank's prick into it. A moment later the feel of his cockhead leaking inside her mouth brought her hunger to a head. Now she wanted every inch of his cock, every bit of his come, and now she went after it.

Knowing what to do to get his nuts off, Chris took the entire length of Frank's prick down her throat, and compressed her lips to hold his balls against her chin. Then she started blowing him toward a come. Ups, tongue and teeth came into play. All working to get the jism from his cock.

Chris' head bobbed over Frank's cock. Sometimes she took too much of it down her throat, and then she would make a slight gagging sound, but she didn't stop sucking. Nothing could stop her from sucking him all the way off. She loved the taste of his big prick, the way it throbbed inside her mouth, and she was even enjoying the touch of his cock hairs each time his hot and heavy nuts made rough contact with the point of her chin.

Her lips, tongue and teeth moved wildly over his prick. Frank Holt dug his fingertips into the back of her skull, and started to pump his muscular ass. He rammed his vibrant cock down her throat, then jerked it back. His stomach muscles jumped, he pitched, he yanked on her head, and then he rasped, "Play with my balls while you blow me!"

Chris fumbled and scooped Frank's huge and sweaty balls into her left hand. And while he fucked her mouth she hugged, tickled, scratched, toyed, then squeezed them together and made him howl, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Chris tightened her grip on Frank's balls, closed her eyes. A moment later his cock quivered in her mouth, then started spurting come. And when it did he attempted to ram it down Chris' throat, but her teeth around the knob of it held him back, allowing her to taste and enjoy every delicious drop of his hot jism. She gulped, gulped, and gulped it down.

When Frank's softening cock finally ran dry, Chris lifted her mouth away from it and licked his jism from her lips, then asked breathlessly, "Now are you ready for your drink?"

Before Frank could reply the phone rang. Chris I went behind the bar and took it on the extension. Someone calling himself Cowboy wanted to know if Lorna was there. Chris remembered that today was Friday and told Cowboy that Lorna wasn't expected unfit sometime tomorrow. Then she became curious.

"Are you Lorna's boyfriend, Mr. Cowboy?" she asked.

The man hung up without answering.

Frank Holt nudged a drink into Chris' hand.

"What the hell was that tomorrow and Lorna's boyfriend shit all about, Chrissy?" he asked.

"Didn't Will tell you the good news?"

"About Lorna's boyfriend?"

A soft laugh disturbed her coral tipped breasts.

"No, silly. About Lorna. She's coming home. We're expecting her to get here sometime…"

The ringing of the phone cut off the rest of her words. She answered.

"Hello."

"Chrissy, this is Will. How soon can you make it to town?"

"About an hour if I break the speed limit. Is something wrong?"

"No. I just want you to pick up Opal Tucker at the Westward Ho House and drive her back to Frank Holt's place."

"Still no luck, huh?"

Will grunted.

"Opal sucked my cock and let me fuck her asshole on the way into Whispering Pines, but that's as far as she went. I'm telling you, Chrissy. The way Opal's holding back with that cunt of hers, it's a good thing I'm not a rapist."

Chris was still laughing after the phone went dead at the other end of the line.

Eli Gaffney was getting ready to lock up for the day when Lorna Morgan Wild drove up to his Whispering Pines Fix-it Shop. The first thing she noticed was that the tall and skinny old man hadn't changed a bit during these past nine years she had been away. Then she noticed the teen-aged brunette with small tits and chubby ass who was standing beside him. Seeing the way the girl's hair was mussed brought a smile to Lorna's lips. She remembered how her own mop of red hair looked after every trip to the back room of the broken-down building where he took all willing girls to fuck.

The first cock she ever felt in her cunt and had shoved up her tight asshole was Frank Holt's. Eli Gaffney's prick was the first one she had ever taken in her mouth. She still remembered the day, the feel of his hot and sweaty balls against her chin. Especially the salty-sweet taste of his thick and warm jism. Her memory was excellent. So was Eli Gaffney's.

When she climbed out of the station wagon with a flash of thighs, he took one look at her and drawled, "Kiss my ass, if it ain't old Bearclaw Mike's girl come home again, all nice and growed up into a woman."

He held out a bony hand.

"Welcome back, Lorna."

Lorna ignored his outstretched hand and flung her arms around his neck. Then she pushed her breasts against his chest and kissed him on the mouth. Eli Gaffney got the message. So did the teen-aged girl with small tits and the chubby ass. She told Eli she would see him tomorrow and walked away without a backward glance.