Joe Lawton - Sister in heat

Taking Eli's cock out of her mouth, Chris smiled up at him and said, "There, now you can fuck me."

"Yep," Eli grunted while he dropped from the sofa and flopped Chris to her back, "now I can fuck you."

Chris opened her legs and Eli came between them. With pumping heart she waited for his cock. Eyes closed, she kept waiting. Moments later she felt Eli's fingers part the wet lips of her cunt. She trembled and cried out, "Don't tease me with your cock, Eli. Shove it all the way in, balls and all."

She grunted as he pushed his prick into her cunt, then panted, "Go, Eli. Fuck me, fuck me good!"

Chris wasn't faking passion in any way. There was no need to fake. Not where Eli Gaffney was concerned. He know how to make her moan and howl with lust while he fucked her. Ah, ah, it felt so good to have his cock in her hot and hungry cunt.

Reflexively, Chris' arms coiled around Eli's sweaty neck. Her breasts surged upward, firm and high, standing clear of his chest while she panted, "Suck my tits while you fuck me."

Still fucking, Eli trapped the nearest nipple between his lips and started sucking. Loudly. Hungrily.

Chris made a small whimpering sound the instant Eli attacked her tingling nipple. He raked it with his teeth and she whimpered again, louder this time. A moment later she went wild with lust. Her legs jerked, her hands moved. Her long red fingernails clawed at his back and her legs tightened around him while she bucked forward and mashed the lips of her cunt hard against his savagely butting cock.

Tremors of delight pumped through Chris' body, blood bubbled, nerves jumped. She couldn't recall her flesh responding like this before. Not even with Will. Eli's cock was driving her wild!

Hugging his sweaty face tightly to her breast she panted, "Suck me, fuck me, juice me!"

Eli didn't seem to hear her. His primitively frantic movements told her why. He was on the verge of shooting his jism into her cunt. Their legs twisted and tangled, their hips churned, and then it happened.

Abruptly Eli stopped sucking and gnawing on Chris' tit, and now his chest heaved wildly while he reached around Chris' hips to grip her pumping ass. A second later he shuddered, then buried his face between her breasts and fired a load of jism into her cunt.

"Me too, me too!" Chris yelped as Eli's cock went off in her cunt. "I'm coming with you!"

Their sweat-drenched bodies slammed into each other. Chris clung to Eli with her arms and legs, squeezing his spasming cock with the lips of her cunt to get every fat and scalding drop of his jism.

Their juices mingled. They kept fucking, fucking, fucking…

Chris lay on the thick pile rug with her eyes closed, her tits rising and falling in cadence to her ragged breathing, unable to speak or even think until she felt Eli Gaffney's softening cock slither out of her jism-filled cunt. A calmness came over her. Then the room came into focus again, and she opened her dreamy black eyes to find Eli watching her with a strange expression on his face.

Come gushed out of her cunt and her tits jiggled provocatively as she sat up and locked glances with him, her voice curious.

"What's wrong, Eli? Wasn't the way I fucked any good?"

"You know better than that, Chris. Everything you did to my cock was good. Better than good. So are you. The best. I ain't surprised. Just sad that I ain't about twenty-five years younger."

"What would you do if you were twenty-five years younger, Eli?"

"I'd sell my garage and marry you, that's what I'd do."

Chris giggled.

"You don't have to sell your garage to do that, Eli. We can always use your back room during business hours."

Eli's right eyebrow lifted in amusement.

"Who the fuck told you about my back room?"

"Let me see. There was Jane Alcorn, Bessie Calder, the Schroeder twins, Wanda Makris, Old Lady Farthingham, and…"

"Old Lady Farthingham is a fucking liar," Eli interrupted. "I ain't never been that hard up to use my cock on her."

Another giggle quaked Chris' small breasts. "I only mentioned her, name to see if you were paying attention to…"

The phone rang. She jumped up to answer it.

"Hello."

"Chris, this is Opal."

"Hi. What's the problem this time?"

"Lorna and Will. We can't seem to find those two rascals anywhere. Are they with you and Eli?"

"No, Opal, they're not with us."

Opal sighed wearily.

"I wonder where the hell they could be? Ah, never mind, Chris. If Lorna and Will are still somewhere in this damn town, the three of us ought to be able to find them."

"The three of you?"

"That's what I said, all right. There's someone else looking for Lorna besides me and Frank. A good looking young man. Said something about having some unfinished business with her. Sounded almost like a threat."

Chris didn't know what prompted her to ask, "Does this man who's looking for Lorna have a name, Opal?"

"Calls himself Cowboy."

"Just Cowboy?"

"Yep, just Cowboy."

"Must be the same feller who woke my ass up after Lorna left the garage to find Will," Eli told Chris when she hung up the phone. "Asked when she was coming back to pick up her station wagon, where he could find her, and a few other questions I didn't feel like answering for someone with a bad smell about him, so I told him to take a walk. And speaking of that, let's get out of here and do some walking of our own."

"To where, Eli?"

"Frank Holt's place."

Chris frowned at him. "Why there?"

"Because that's where Lorna and Will went to hide from Frank and his cousin Opal."

He saw her reach for her panties, shook his head. "Ain't no need to dress, Chris."

Chris took a quick look at Eli's soft and swaying cock, smiled. "We can't go over there without any clothes on, Eli."

"Why the fuck not? That's how we're going to find them."

Chris laughed and sent her panties flying across the room.

"Sit tight until I catch Frank's security dog and bring him over to get your scent," Will told Lorna as he climbed out of the pickup, then hurriedly slammed the door to keep the lunging and snarling Doberman away from her.

"Old Max is a mean bastard with strangers. Come on, boy, settle."

Lorna killed the engine, then settled back to watch Will and the vicious looking Doberman. It was a ridiculous scene, but only because of the contrast: a hairy black dog standing on his hind legs, licking the face of a naked man with a vicious hard-on. She laughed, then sobered when Will called to her to join them.

Old Max gave out with a low growl when Lorna approached him. She stopped and spoke his name. The dog quieted down. Will released him. Lorna held out her hand. The dog licked it. Then he started sniffing at the hem of her skirt. Lorna frowned. Then gasped in surprise when the Doberman pushed his head under her skirt and slapped his long tongue against the come-drenched crotch of her panties.

Will pulled the Doberman out from between Lorna's legs and told him, "No way, Old Max. The cunt you just tried to taste belongs to me. Go find one of your own to suck and fuck."

Old Max followed them all the way to the front door. There Lorna lifted her skirt to give him another sniff of her cunt, then turned and followed Will inside the lighted house to finish what they had started in the parking lot behind the Covered Wagon bar. She was anxious. So was her brother. They didn't even bother to look for the nearest bed.

Will heeled the front door shut, then rasped as he took her in his arms, "Come here and push those big tits of yours against my chest, sis."

Lorna shuddered with delight the instant she felt Will's stiff cockhead punch against her skirt. He strained to get closer. So did she. Her full and pointed breasts pressured against his chest and then he mashed his lips to hers. His tongue drilled its way into her mouth, and suddenly she felt her cunt heat up in a way she had never felt it heat up before; not even with Adam Benbow.