Mark Carver - An affair with sis

She traced her wet tongue along Ellen's silky ass-crack as she dreamily finger-fucked the sobbing girl. Ellen always came in tiny torrents, oozing delicious cunt-honey in a flood over Sandy's fingers. Getting hotter, the brunette suddenly pushed Sandy down onto the carpet, on her back.

"Fuck me, eat me, love me," chanted Ellen, her ass weaving madly on the floor. Sandy quickly stripped her nightgown off Ellen. Moaning with fierce heat, Sandy climbed on top of the naked, trembling girl. She kissed her torridly on the mouth, snaking her tongue deep while she rubbed her throbbing cunt to Ellen's, creating a delicious, obscene friction between their pussies. This teasing action always drove Ellen into a state of frantic torment because she couldn't come this way. She could only get hotter and more feverishly frustrated.

Still making lustful fucking motions with her pussy against Ellen's steaming cunt, Sandy craned her neck down and sucked on one of her tits greedily. Ellen had surprisingly sweet tits, small but tipped with huge, dusky areolas and nipples, which were now gorged with desire. Sandy wondered if she would ever be able to explain to her husband how thrilling it was for her to suck on a pair of hot young tits.

There was a chance, though, that Al might understand that. After all, he certainly tit fucked Sandy often enough.

Ellen was in a fever of heat now, begging in tears for Sandy to eat her pussy. Because the hot brunette's desires were totally unpredictable with girls, she herself never knew what she'd do from moment to moment. But she hadn't tasted juicy cunt since Monday night and it seemed like a terrific idea.

She worked her lips down over the girl's soft white belly. She hunched between Ellen's widely parted thighs, gripping her naked asscheeks tightly in her hands. She stared with smoldering eyes into the girl's delicate pink cunt, which sucked and pulsed eagerly, filling Sandy's nostrils with delicious cunt-fragrance.

"Eat meeeeee!" wailed Ellen, digging her bare heels into Sandy's shoulders and nudging her luscious pussy close to her mouth. "Oh, God, don't tease me any more, suck me, Sandy, eat my cunt – ooooooo! Oh, Lord! Unnnnng!"

A wild, overpowering rage of hunger suddenly struck the brunette. Instead of her usual delicate blowjob, she abruptly slammed her frenzied mouth to Ellen's dripping cunt. She kissed and sucked in a fury of lust, smearing her face with cunt-juice, hearing Ellen's wild cries of passion.

She loved to eat hot young cunt! It was the ideal balance to her husband's huge prick, sweet and juicy and sticky, like a mad mouth kissing hers with obscene eagerness. Ellen's pussy actually did kiss her in return, the luscious cunt-lips squirming wildly against her lips and tongue.

As Ellen screamed and came in her mouth with violent happiness, Sandy realized only one thing was missing. Her husband, Al. If she could only feel his enormous cock fucking savagely in her own throbbing cunt at the same time! Then watch Al fuck his massive hard-on brutally into Ellen, listening to her cry, first with anguish, then with wild joy.

She let Ellen come profusely in her mouth for five minutes, then shifted her body around so they could sixty-nine. The lewd spectacle on the floor quickly became a depraved contest of thrills, each sex-crazed girl trying to outdo the other. In a frenzy, the brunette and her moaning girlfriend sucked each other's cunt and licked each other's tender asshole, kissed and lovingly bit each other's ripe ass-cheeks while they caught their breaths.

Fifteen minutes later, Sandy suddenly rolled over on her back so that Ellen was on top. This way she could feel, the girl's delicious hot, ass hugging her face, which always fired her lust deeply.

Again and again they came all over each other's faces, their hands groping and squeezing and caressing tits and legs and feet, their tongues working furiously.

It wasn't, the kind of slow, languid sex they often had. There was a urgency to their cunt sucking, an undercurrent of explosive violence.

Thirty minutes later, Sandy forcibly pushed Ellen away. Her cunt was almost numb from raw thrills. Ellen moaned and sucked lovingly on Sandy's panting tits while the brunette caught her breath.

"Are you going to tie me down now?" Ellen whispered, staring up from Sandy's creamy tits. "Use the monster on me? Or the whip?"

Sandy looked at her thoughtfully. "No," she suddenly said in a flat voice. "I've got a husband, remember? I've got to get going, baby."

Ellen clung to her fiercely. The games had been slowing down lately, and it worried her. It seemed that for the past few weeks, Sandy was only coming by for quick blowjobs and urgent sixty-nines, with only an occasional whipping or rape thrown in.

The nurse was well aware of this, too, although she didn't mention it. Sandy suddenly realized what was wrong in a flash.

She wanted a new girlfriend.

It was that simple. For a year she'd sucked and fucked and whipped and tormented Ellen, and it was wild and lusty while it lasted. But now the hot-titted brunette, wanted fresh pussy, a change of partners.

After swinging with numerous girls over the years, Sandy had learned that each type had its own unique personality and flavor. Ellen was slender and very fair with a delicious little ass and pussy. But sex was different with different girls. Blondes tasted different than dark haired girls, and redheads tasted different than both of them.

Sandy suddenly realized she wanted a blonde this time. The games had worn thin with Ellen, and Sandy needed a change, a new conquest. She wanted a hot young animal this time, with full, juicy curves, a plump ass she could really sink her fingers and teeth into.

Like Al's younger sister, Linda.

As if she sensed what was coming, Ellen had crawled down to Sandy's feet and was now sucking on her toes, a ritual of humble worship. Sandy didn't stop her. It felt wonderfully lewd, for one thing, and for another, this might be the very last time she had sex with Ellen.

Of course, fucking with Linda, who was also married, was out of the question. The girl was a nympho but was straight to a fault! But, still, Sandy could fantasize while she searched for a passionate young blonde.

Sandy didn't have the heart to tell Ellen, who was now licking the soles of Sandy's feet to send delicious thrills through them. She was only nineteen and Sandy was her first girlfriend. How could she explain to this wide-eyed, adoring young thing that life was like that, that people met, played games and then left to find other partners?

Now it would be Ellen's turn to go out and find her own girlfriend, and turn her into a humble sex-slave.

Now Sandy understood why she was reluctant to use the dildo or the whip lately. In a sense, she was saving it for her new girlfriend. She was building up lust in her blood, generating fierce heat for her new conquest.

Saving it for my wedding night! thought Sandy dryly.

She got dressed while Ellen watched her with moist eyes. She knows, thought Sandy, she somehow senses it but doesn't want to face it. The brunette wanted to take her huge dildo and whip with her, but that would have been cruel in a way. The girl would live on hope for a week or two and then cry her heart out for another week or two, then fuck her pussy half to death with guys. Only then would she find another girlfriend.

She would leave her the dildo and the whip, mementos of their lusty affair. Sandy could always drive a couple hundred miles north to San Francisco and replace the items. In fact, she wanted to get a new dildo anyway. There was a model out that had scores of tiny pimples on it that was supposed to drive a girl mad with joy.

She gave Ellen a goodnight kiss, a farewell kiss actually, told her she'd see her on shift next Monday and hastily left.