Mark Carver - An affair with sis

As soon as her bowels started flooding with his hot, gushing come, Ellen realized that she no longer needed Sandy. The stinging wet fire up her ass was so thrilling to her, made her feel so humble and weak, that it surpassed any spanking Al's wife could give her.

Al had done something for her that Sandy couldn't possibly do, not even artificially with her colossal dildo.

As Al kept spurting his thick cream up her ravaged ass, a subtle but profound change took place in Ellen's mind. She couldn't put her finger on it yet, but it was an idea, an exciting discovery she had to think over.

Hugging her tits in his hands, Al's powerful strokes gradually subsided as the last trickle of his jism oozed into her asshole. Sighing with satisfaction, he slipped out his cock, wincing as she purposely flexed her asshole.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he said.

"Oh, Christ," moaned Ellen, twitching violently. "My ass feels like raw hamburger! But I liked it!"

Finishing their shower, they toweled each other dry. Al decided he would definitely use her as a steady fuck. Only once or twice a week, though, because he had Sandy and Linda to keep happy, too. As long as his faithful cock held out, he'd keep them all properly fucked.

"I gotta go," Al told her, slipping on his clothes.

Still naked, Ellen lit a cigarette, wondering if she ought to tell Al after all. If she did, she might never see him again. But Sandy deserved it! Think she could toss Ellen aside once she got tired of her, did she?

"About Sandy," Ellen said, sitting on the sofa and drawing up one knee to dig a heel into the seat.

"Ah, that's okay," Al grinned. "I realize it was only an excuse, Ellen. What the hell, I get so horny sometimes I could scream. I understand."

He lied with ease, trying to soothe her dignity.

"It was not an excuse," she said firmly. She stared directly into his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Go into my bedroom and look in the top drawer of my dresser. Everything on the right-hand side belongs to Sandy. Bring them in here, Al."

Frowning, Al finished dressing, wondering what Ellen's game was. He went to her dresser, opened the drawer and took out some items, examining them.

There were three or four pairs of panties. They were crotchless with lacy, erotic figures in various fucking positions in the intricate design. Peering closer, Al was startled to see the figures were women. Eating each other! And finger-fucking each other, too, sucking on each other's tits.

There was a picture of his wife, in her bathing suit. He'd never seen it before. There was a massive dildo, with a harness so it could be worn. And a short-handled, vicious-looking black whip. With coiled cords of nylon beneath.

There were some strange-looking knotted scarves, too.

Feeling bewildered, Al brought the stuff into the living room and dumped it on the sofa next to the naked girl. He shook his head.

"What is this crap? I don't get it."

"I'll spell it out for you, Al," Ellen said in a low voice. Her eyes blazed with vengeance. "It all belongs to your wife. Sandy and I are lovers. Or I should say were, until last night."

Al blinked his eyes, trying to understand. "Are you fucking crazy, lady? You're talking about my wife!"

"I'm talking about my ex-girlfriend," Ellen said in a low whisper, tears coming to her eyes. "You'd better sit down, Al. I'll start from the beginning."

Slowly, he sat down, his eyes never leaving her face, not even to glance at her softly panting tits or pink, exposed pussy. For twenty minutes Ellen spoke in a low, rapid voice, pausing to sob now and then. At first, Al told himself the girl was downright crazy. Not neurotic or sexually frustrated, just nuts.

But after a while he knew she had to be telling the truth. There were things she knew about his wife that only he was supposed to know. Like the birthmark on her inner thigh, right near her cunt. The way Sandy would give off low, deep groans that were eerie when she started to come.

Not only that, but watching the girl's face intently, he could sense that every word was the naked truth.

Al slumped back in his seat and chewed his lip, trying to digest the shocking information. He was stunned.

"I had to tell you," Ellen finished, wiping her eyes. "I'm sorry, Al. Are you mad at me?"

He blinked his eyes at her. "What for? It's not your doing." He suddenly felt the need for a good stiff drink, not a beer. He got up and headed for the door.

"I'll call you," he told Ellen. "I've got to figure things out."

"Sure," Ellen nodded, walking up to him.

"I'm here if you want me. Anytime, Al. Day or night."

"Yeah, sure," he muttered and shut the door behind him.

In a daze, he got on his motorcycle, kicked it over and took off in a roar. He headed for a bar near the beach. Once there, he ordered three straight shots and lined them up on his table in a booth. He tossed one off and thought hard. Then he tossed another one off and thought same more. When he finished the third, he ordered three more.

In her apartment, Ellen slumped on the sofa, feeling a strange tumult of emotions. She was deeply fulfilled, Al's thick come still tickling her tender ass and glowing pussy. She felt rotten in one way, because she'd told Al about Sandy. In another way, she felt vicious and triumphant.

But the biggest bonus she'd gotten out of the sudden orgy of sex, aside from Al's mammoth hard-on, was something she realized about Sandy. Sandy had been teaching her all this time. The student nurse no longer felt the need to be spanked and bound and whipped. She'd actually been learning all those bizarre, kinky tricks from the hot brunette as a sort of undergraduate course.

Now it was Ellen's turn to do the spanking and whipping and teasing.

All she had to do was find another innocent, trusting girl like she'd been a year ago.

As soon as she recovered from the wanton combination of Sandy's mad lips and fingers and Al's huge prick!

At nineteen, Ellen was growing up fast, destined to become the hottest switch-hitter in town someday. But in the meantime, her ass still felt like raw hamburger!

Al bided his time quietly that weekend. He didn't betray the slightest hint to Sandy that he knew about her lusty hunger for girls, or her secret sex life. It wasn't easy, but he had always prided himself on keeping his cool.

One impact the news had on him was his lust for the ripely curved brunette. Sandy looked more desirable and sexy than ever to him now, and he fucked her, to her great delight, almost unceasingly through the weekend.

He'd been scheming to get his passionate wife interested in a three-way with another girl, and she'd beaten him to the punch behind his back. Too, he had to admire her smooth act. All this time she'd been spanking and sucking and fucking a juicy young cunt on the side, and she had acted more like the I wholesome, faithful wife than ever.

The main reason Al decided to wait was timing. He wanted his gorgeous sister and Sandy in bed with him at the same time. That wasn't possible over the weekend because Linda's husband spent every spare moment with her.

He could have forced a three-way with Ellen, but he preferred his lust-crazed sister. Besides, Sandy had dumped the student nurse and it would be awkward. He would fuck Ellen on the side once or twice a week, keep her on the string for now.

Chances were that she would pick up another girlfriend of her own and Al could pull the same stunt Sandy had pulled on him in a way – carrying on with Ellen and another piece of cute pussy behind her back.

Another reason Al waited was simple shock. He figured he knew what made women tick since he'd scored so successfully over the years with them. But Sandy, and timid hot little Ellen too, had completely shattered that notion. He couldn't even look at a girl walking down the street anymore without wondering who was sucking on her luscious tits, her boyfriend or her girlfriend! Or both!