Joe Lawton - Sister in heat

Chris wondered how long Frank Holt had been watching her and Opal suck and fuck each other. She stared at the massive hard-on he was packing inside his pant leg, and then glanced at the clock on the dresser. It was eight o'clock.

"Did Jane Alcorn say what time she saw Will's sister, Frank?"

He reached down to scratch his stiff cock, nodded. "Shortly before dark."

Chris watched Frank's fingers tickle his prick.

"Now I know I'd better get my ass over to the house."

"Why… go there?" Opal said as she stopped into her crotchless panties and tugged them into the place over her hips. "If Lorna saw Eli Gaffney, she found out that Will was in town. By now they're probably having a private party at the Covered Wagon or the Silver Spur. Why don't we pile in my car and join them?"

Chris gathered up her scattered clothing and moved toward the door, her naked tits bouncing.

"I'm ready. Let's go."

Opal's voice stopped her. "Aren't you going to put your clothes on?"

Chris took a quick look at Frank Holt's rock-hard cock, then winked at Opal. "Why bother? I'll only have to take them off again after I get in the back seat with Frank."

They were still laughing when they reached Opal's car.

Nothing had changed during the nine years Lorna had been away. Downtown Whispering Pines was exactly as she had left it. Even the old Triple Feature Theater where she had lost her cherry to Frank Holt's cock was still doing business as usual, only these days all school kids who wanted to suck or fuck in the balcony had to pay more for their tickets to get inside.

Standing there, a dreamy quality appeared in Lorna's eyes while her thoughts pulled back to that special afternoon when she had lost the cherries from her asshole and cunt to Frank Holt's cock…

There were a few other kids necking and feeling each other in the balcony when they settled into their seats, but no one paid them any attention. Even Frank Holt's cousin Opal was too preoccupied with having her tits sucked. She was giving her boyfriend a hand job and didn't notice their arrival, which suited Lorna just fine. Today her mind was on Frank's cock. Fucked, she was going to get fucked.

The instant they were seated, Frank Holt slipped his left arm around her shoulders. She shivered and waited for his next move. His hand on her knee remained motionless for a moment, as though he expected her to brush it away. When she didn't, his fingers grabbed the hem of her skirt and tugged, the material back to expose her warm thighs. Then, slowly, Frank's hand began to creep along the inner path of her right thigh. Her breath caught and her breasts bucked when she felt a strange though pleasant burning sensation singe her cunt. They were same kind of burning sensations she had felt while sucking Eli Gaffney's cock. Wild!

Amazed at the way she was reacting to the fingers on her thigh, she tried to imagine what would happen when those same fingers reached the tight and wet webbing of her panties. Damn, she would probably come all over them!

Abruptly Frank's hand left her thigh when the manager appeared at the head of the balcony for his usual look at what was going on, the nodded and went downstairs again. With equal quickness Frank pushed his hand back under her skirt again. Instinctively, her thighs clenched for a second, then drifted apart to make passage for his hand, and momentarily she trembled when it made contact with her pantie covered pussy.

Worried by the way she was trembling, Frank hastily pulled his hand away from the crotch of her panties. Just as quickly she caught and brought it back to her cunt, then pushed against it.

"I'm not scared, Frank. I'm shivering because I like the feel your hand on my pussy. Slip your fingers behind my panties and do it some more." Frank chuckled and gave her a hug. At the same time his right hand found its way between her gaping legs again. He touched the heated crotch of her panties. She squirmed. Then whimpered with delight when he nudged the wet webbing of her panties to one side, found and applied friction to her jutting pink clit. By the time he finished playing with it, her cunt was dripping with come and itching for his cock.

"Now me," Frank rasped. "Jack me off a little before I fuck you."

Eagerly, she grabbed and tightened her slender fingers around Frank's granite hard cock. He stiffened in his seat, then groaned his pleasure when she ran down his fly zipper and reached inside to haul his prick out into the open. She examined it in the dim light and whispered, "Do you want me to suck you off, Frank?"

"Not yet. Jack me off some more. Your hand feels good on my cock. Make it feet better. Jerk it."

Her flame-tipped fingers coiled tightly around Frank's prick, and then she proceeded to stroke it. Down, up. Down, up. In a few seconds her working hand was slippery from the warm jism oozing out of his wildly beating cock.

While her hand continued to pump Frank's cock, he unbuttoned her blouse, then tugged downward on the bra and bared her breasts. She shivered as the cool air rushed against her coral nipples to the carpeted aisle between the seats, and as they sank to the floor she knew that soon one of her holes would be filled with his hard and dripping cock.

The instant they hit the floor, Frank stretched out on his back, and this motion caused his cock to pop free of her hand. She squirmed into position beside him, then captured his prick in her hand again and pulled it toward herself. In the dim light she saw his jism-wet cockhead glowing and looking so delicious that she could not refrain from dipping her head to kiss it. Once she did that, she had the sudden urge to blow him the way she blew Eli Gaffney, but Frank sensed her intent.

"No suck job, Lorna. Let me fuck you first."

She gave his jism-slick cock a few fast jerks with her hand.

"Yes, fuck me."

Frank pushed her hand away from his prick, sat up. Now it was her turn to stretch out and look at the ceiling. Frank came to his knees and quickly removed her panties. Then he crawled between her legs and moved his mouth to the tips of her heaving breasts. He sucked her nipples. First one, then the other. In a few seconds her ass was squirming all over the floor while she panted.

"Now, Frank. Fuck me, fuck me."

Frank talked around the nipple between his lips.

"Not yet. Play with my cock some more."

She needed no encouragement, for at this point she was so fucked up from the heat in her cunt she would have gladly done anything to please Frank Holt. Blindly, she found his stiff prick and hugged it with her fingers. She stroked and stroked, and silently hoped he wouldn't lose control and squirt his jism all over her pumping hand. He didn't.

Abruptly Frank stopped sucking and chomping on her tingling nipples, and came to a kneeling position between her gaping legs. He fisted his cock and started to shove it in her cunt, then changed his mind and crawled out from between her thighs, rasping as he did.

"If I fuck you now I'll come too quick to do you any good, Lorna. Blow me first, and then I'll fuck you with my second hard-on. Okay?"

She sat up and reached for his prick with both hands. Frank flopped to his back again. She dipped her head and kissed him on the mouth. Then she blew a small hiss of air in his left ear and made him tremble with delight. A moment later she attacked him with her lips, teeth and tongue. She kissed and licked his face, his eyes and nose, and then she bit him on the neck, but not too hard. Then she slid her naked tits over his shirt covered chest and put the teeth to the meaty part of his shoulder, this time hurting him a little. Frank grunted and told her to ease up with the fucking teeth. Abruptly he stiffened and grunted again when she ripped his shirt open, then kissed her way down to his quivering stomach and jabbed the tip of her tongue into his belly button.