Joe Lawton - Sister in heat

Will's lips kept chewing on her blouse and bra covered nipple as if he hadn't heard her. She jerked on his cock and tried again.

"Your cock, Will. I want to suck your cock."

Will mashed his mouth harder against Lorna's covered tits and clung to her for a few more seconds, his body shaking violently, and then his arms loosened to release her. He rasped, "Blow me, Lorna. Hurry."

Lorna continued to jerk on Will's jism slippery cock while she pulled air into her lungs. This proved to be a mistake. Suddenly she felt the surge of his orgasm beginning in her hand. A moment later his cock went off without the sucking she wanted to give it.

Too late, Lorna thought.

The instant Will's convulsing cock started squirting hot jism, Lorna tightened her fingers and stroked it rapidly to finish his come. She pumped his twitching prick until his balls were empty, her hand soaking with every drop of it. Damn, she had never met any man who could come so much at one time.

Still clutching his come-slick cock, she squinted at the shadowy outline of his glistening face. "How do you feel now, Will?"

"Drained and stupid. Up till now I've always been able to control my cock. I didn't mean to come all over your hand. I'm sorry."

Lorna gave his wilted prick a healthy hug, then talked while she fished some tissue from her shoulder bag to wipe his jism from her hand.

"Don't apologize, Will. I'm the one who fucked up by playing with you too long. It won't happen again. The next time will be better, for both of us."

"Yeah, but not here. Let's go where there's a lot of light and a big bed for us to fuck on."

"I'm for that, but aren't you afraid someone might recognize us when we check into a motel?"

"Fuck a whole bunch of motel rooms, Lorna. I'm taking you where nobody will see us or find us. Including Frank Holt and his cousin Opal. We're going to their place for the night."

"Their place?" Lorna made a clucking sound. "Damn, you're sneakier than Bearclaw Mike ever was."

Will's face landed on Lorna's breasts when he doubled up with laughter.

Frank Holt was finger fucking Chris Yeager's hot cunt and sucking on her right tit when she saw the station wagon drive past, coming from the direction of Whispering Pines. A few seconds later she heard tires squeal. She glanced back and saw the station wagon whip around to come after them, its horn blowing steadily as it did.

"Who the fuck is that behind us?" Frank growled as he pulled his finger out of Chris' cunt and sat up. "A cop?"

Opal Tucker giggled.

"If it is, I hope he isn't as mean as the one who tore up my driver's license six months ago."

Chris was fully dressed by the time Opal stopped her car on the road's shoulder. Chris looked back again, then said as she opened the door and got out, "Relax, it's only Eli Gaffney."

Chris ran up to the old man and laughed. "Opal will get here as soon as she finishes swearing. She thought you were a cop."

"Opal ain't why I flagged her car down, Chris. It's you I want. Will said you might be with her and Frank. When I called your place and theirs and didn't get no answer, I knew damn well you were. That's when I…"

He stopped talking when Frank and Opal walked up.

Frank Holt nodded at Eli, asked, "How far behind you are Lorna and Will, Eli?"

"They ain't, Frank. Last I saw of them they were getting ready to drink some beer at the Covered Wagon. Didn't mean to scare you. All I wanted was Chris, so she can take me home after I park Lorna's wheels at the ranch."

He paused for a moment.

"Unless you two want to drive me there now."

Opal took a quick breath that jiggled her big tits, shook her head.

"Not tonight, Eli. Lorna and Will are in town, and that's where we're going. You're on your own, Chris. Come on, Frank. Move it."

Eli Gaffney waited until Frank Holt and Opal Tucker disappeared down the deserted road before he placed his hands on Chris' shoulders and drawled, "Stop looking so down in the mouth, Chris. You'll see Lorna and Will before they do. Those last words are Will's, not mine. Mine are, let's get the hell out of here before I lose control of myself and make a grab for those hard little tits of yours."

Chris was neither surprised or offended by Eli Gaffney's bluntness. He didn't do it to insult or shock. It was just his way. She laughed. Then caught his wrists and guided his hands to her breasts as though she had placed them there a hundred times before, which she hadn't. They felt good. Somehow she had known they would.

Her cunt was still hot from the finger fucking Frank Holt had been gving it when Eli caught up with them. Now it became even hotter when she moved his hands to her breasts. So did the rest of her body. She closed her eyes and pretended that Eli's cock was pushing its way into the tortured depths of her cunt.

"Not here," Eli rasped as he dropped his hands from her tits and turned to get inside Lorna's station wagon. "All I want to do is fuck you, not fuck you up."

It took them ten minutes to drive back to the ranch. Eli drove with one hand. The other was occupied with feeling Chris' tits through the material that covered them. Kneading. Mauling. Fingers milking her stiff nipples. Keeping her ready for his cock.

Without a word they jumped out of the station wagon and ran inside the dark house. Chris snapped on the lights and moved toward the stairs that would take them to her bedroom. They never made it. She was in mid-turn when Eli Gaffney spun her around and caught her in his arms, then drew her body hard against his. Chris shivered. To hell with the bedroom. To hell with everything except his cock.

Their bodies fused. Eli's felt strong and wonderful against her. So did his stiff cock. Her hand dropped down between them to feel it, measure it. His cock was huge. Almost as big as Will Morgan's. Larger than Frank Holt's. Touching it nearly gave her a come.

Chris shivered and fumbled for Eli's fly zipper, found it. She ran it down, then reached in through the opening and tugged his cock out into the cool air. The thickly corded shaft was slick with the jism leaking from his cockhead.

Afraid that Eli would come before she could get naked, Chris dropped to her knees to catch his jism in her mouth. She pulled his cock toward her ovaled lips, then clamped them down over his cockhead.

Eli stiffened the instant she wrapped her lips around the knob of his prick, then loosened again as he tangled his fingers in her hair.

"Do it, Chris. Suck me off."

Chris reached inside his pants and cupped his balls in her right hand. Then she started sucking to get his jism. His cock quivered in her mouth. She felt it rubbing back and forth on the flat surface of her tongue while she sucked and raked her teeth against his cock.

"I'm going to come, Chris! Suck me harder!" Abruptly Eli's body began to jerk violently, and Chris hurriedly turned loose of his balls when he bucked forward and nearly knocked her on her ass. Tightening her lips around his come-slick cock, she clutched the backs of his thighs and pushed her head toward his crotch to get more of it inside her hot and hungry mouth.

A moment later Eli tensed, then crashed his balls into Chris' jaw as he bolted the entire length of his vibrating cock down her throat, rasping while he did. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Writhing and gagging over the jism-squirting prick lodged in the suddenly aching depths of her throat, Chris pushed at Eli's stomach to slide him back and get relief; struggling and soon succeeding until only the knob and less than two inches of his gushing cock remained between her tight red lips, and in her mouth.

Eli's cock kept spitting jism, and soon Chris felt some of it leaking past her tightly girdling lips, despite the fact that she was gulping as rapidly as she could to keep from losing even one drop of his thick and delicious come.