Joe Lawton - Sister in heat

"Hey, stop looking so fucking gloomy. I'm only going to Idaho for a visit. I'll be back."

Nothing more was said. Nothing more needed to be said. They both knew that Lorna was going home for good.

Fuck, Christine Yeager thought while she stood at the kitchen window and watched Will Morgan go into the ramshackle barn with Opal Tucker. Morning, noon and night, all her boss ever wanted to do was fuck.

The slender and extremely small breasted Chris envied Will Morgan's zest for lust. Opal Tucker's, too. Chris wished she could be as passionate as them, but miracles only seemed to happen to other people, not her.

Sadness touched her face when she remembered the rodeo rider who had taken her cherry when she was fourteen. She had received no pleasure from his cock. He popped his nuts; she didn't. Now she was nineteen, and she still had her first come to get.

Taking a stiff prick in her cunt did nothing for Chris. Every time Will Morgan pushed his colossal cock between the dry lips of her pussy she faked passion. She pumped her slender hips and wiggled her ass, but never as good as Will deserved. Giving him a blow job was different because she loved the taste of jism. Taking Will's prick up her ass wasn't bad, either. It was getting fucked in the cunt that always left her aching, empty and wanting. She sighed. Just once she would like to find out how it felt to have her pussy come.

Almost daily Chris wondered why she was unable to come when Will Morgan fucked her cunt. Like his father who had died three months back, Will was an expert cocksmith. Not once had he given her pain, nor pleasure. Except when he fucked her asshole or let her suck him off. Then her pussy became a little wet. And sometimes when he cornholed her, or when she sucked his cock, she almost got her nuts off. Almost but not quite – the story of her sex life.

Chris found it unnecessary to tell Will Morgan she had a cold cunt. From the first time he had climbed into bed with her he had sensed her feelings toward straight fucking. Taking his cock in her ass and in her mouth kept her from feeling like a complete failure. Still, no matter how much ass or mouth she gave Will, it never seemed to be enough. Will's appetite for sex was tremendous, and it was this constant gnawing hunger that made his a restless cock.

Tall and ruggedly handsome, her young and fairly rich boss had no problems getting all of the extra side pussy his overactive libido demanded. He attracted hot-assed girls like a magnet. Chris knew about the two barmaids he was fucking in Whispering Pines, but until today she hadn't dreamed he was also feeding the jism from his cock to Opal Tucker.

The stunning blonde with big breasts lived on the ranch next to Will's with her bachelor cousin, Frank Holt. Until recently, Opal had lived in Missoula, Montana. Three times divorced, Chris wondered why Opal couldn't hold on to her husbands. A sex problem? Not likely. Judging by the way Opal rolled her hips and wiggled her shapely ass as she went into the barn with Will Morgan, she was probably one hell of a good lay. But how good? Chris became curious. Maybe she should sneak out to the barn and find out if Opal Tucker was as hot and sexy as she looked.

A sudden pounding beneath Chris' barely noticeable breasts began the instant she decided to spy on Opal and her boss, and then a strange ripple of excitement went speeding through her cunt. Her delicate eyebrows arched in surprise. Christ, the mere thought of watching Opal Tucker taking Will Morgan's cock was making her feel horny!

The strange and welcome feeling in Chris' cunt grew stronger while she made her way across the yard and slipped inside the barn. She heard Opal and Will before she saw them. They were in a box stall at the far end. She edged closer, then crouched behind a bale of straw to take in the action.

Chris felt her normally dry cunt turn wet against the webbing of her panties while she waited for the sucking or fucking to begin. Will Morgan was already naked, his long cock hard and jutting, but all Chris saw was the long-legged and voluptuous champagne blonde who was going to soften it for him.

Shoulder length hair tied back with a scarlet ribbon, attired in black satin stretch pants that fit her like another layer of skin, the rim line of her bikini panties showing through the tight material, her full breasts heaving behind the boyish cut white blouse that covered them, Opal Tucker was truly a picture edged in lust.

Opal Tucker's breasts fascinated Chris. She felt the tips of her own little ones grow hard and start tingling, the way they always tingled when Will sucked on them. Breath caught, her thighs clenched. She had never observed another woman's tits so closely. Opal's were worth staring at. They were huge and firm, their nipples stiff and showing through her tight blouse. Without knowing why, Chris suddenly found herself longing to suck the beautiful blonde's tits. Carried away by this strange craving, she licked her lips. Mmmmmm, those long nipples of Opal's looked so delicious. Just like the rest of Will Morgan's voice distracted Chris from Opal Tucker's bewitching breasts. He wanted the blonde to start him off with a blow job. No coaxing was necessary. Not yet. Still fully clothed, Opal sank to her knees and grabbed Will's enormous prick with both hands. The dry straw she knelt on crackled when she scooted closer, then skinned back to expose the bulbous cockhead. Chris waited for Opal to put Will's cock in her mouth and start sucking him off. It didn't happen.

Opal examined Will's thick and lengthy prick for a few moments, then looked up at him and said, "I don't know if this small mouth of mine can accommodate this big cock of yours, hon. Christ, you're hung like that stud horse you loaned my cousin Frank the other day."

A quick breath jarred her tits.

"Maybe you'd better fuck me instead."

"Suck now, fuck later."

Will cupped Opal's face with both hands and touched the knob of his prick to her drawn lips.

"Hey, don't worry about anything. You'll make it. All you have to do is open your mouth and I'll do the rest. Come on. Blow me."

Opal surrendered with a sigh.

"All right, Will. Just don't get all carried away and ram it down my throat like all of my ex-husbands did every damn time I sucked their cocks. I'll gag if you do."

She puckered her crimson lips in offering.

"Here. Stick your cock in my mouth."

"Come on, Opal. Don't make me feel like I'm forcing my cock on you. Kiss and lick it a little first."

Opal grabbed Will's cock with both hands, but still she made no move to go down on it. Prom where she hunkered Chris saw a bead of jism dangling at the tiny hole on the underside of Will's prick, but not for long. A moment later Opal's pink tongue flicked out and the fat drop of come disappeared into her now open mouth.

Predictably, the small taste of Will's come gave Opal a craving for more, and now she went after it. She knew what to do with a man's cock. No time was wasted. Opal brought her tongue into play and licked the swollen knob, then tightened her lips and started sucking on it.

Chris saw Will shudder the instant Opal clamped her lips over his cockhead, then heard him rasp, "That's the way. Tongue it, suck it, drain it. Blow, Opal, blow!"

Opal needed no encouragement. She sucked and mauled Will's velvety cockhead with her tongue, then popped it free and slowly chewed her way down the deeply veined shaft to kiss his balls and lap at the sweat she found on the tight and corrugated sack that contained them. Satisfied, she chewed her way back to the glowing dome to caress it with her tongue once more.

Abruptly, Will tangled his fingers in Opal's hair and gently pushed his cock between her ovaled lips. Opal clamped down on his prick and gave it a suck Chris heard all the way to where she squatted. Will grunted with pleasure, then dug in with both feet, and momentarily his knees picked up rhythm as he began to fuck Opal in her mouth.