Harry Stevens: Hot horny sis

Matt's hips bucked repeatedly, as though he were using them like a hammer to drive the sharp stake of his cock into his cousin's asshole. He didn't stop pounding until every inch of his cockmeat was buried.

"Whew, that's tight," he gasped. "Even tighter than your pussy was."

Still pissed-off that his brother had aced him out, Barry hollered at Matt, "Hope she rips your fucking prick off at the balls! It's serve you right, rat!"

Indeed, the more Barry thought about it the more it occurred to him that he was on to a possible way to get even with Matt. As the idea took hold, a big, mean grin ceased his face.

Barry went over to where Matt and Ruthie were stalled in their fucking. Just beyond his brother's reach, he picked up a broom and began tickling their cousin's asscheeks with the bristles.

Predictably Ruthie started to squirm, uncontrollably giggling. "Stop it, Barry please stop tickling me! If you get me going, I really might hurt Matt's cock up my ass."

She could have said nothing that would have provided Barry more encouragement to persist with his mean-spirited prank. Matt tried to swat the broom away but his brother was always one jump ahead of him, dancing the bristles over Ruthie's sensitive ass.

"Sorry, Matt, can't help it," Ruthie giggled. "Can't stay still with that damned broom on my ass."

Her hips rose and fell in lurching motion, whip-lashing Matt's captive prick in the jerking vise of her asshole. He winched with pain, cursing his broom-wielding brother.

If Ruthie was also suffering, however, it was the kind of ordeal she couldn't help enjoying. "Oooooh, I hate what I must be doing to you, Matt, but I love what's happening to me. Every time my ass jerks your cock I can feel it with my clit."

She climaxed on the spot. This only made her ass wrench Matt's trapped prick even more violently.

Now Matt cursed Ruthie. "Stop, damn you stop! Stop coming, you bitch!"

"She couldn't quit now if she wanted to," Barry told his brother. "Look!"

Barry tossed the broom aside. Ruthie, though, was still going crazy with orgasm.

Desperate for relief, Matt lashed out and slapped her. But she gurgled as though she liked it. After he'd slapped her again she left no doubt.

"Oh, yes, Matt, yes! Keep biting me while you fuck my ass," Ruthie swooned. "It's like being raped. Make it true as you can, Matt."

Matt began raining blows on her. In the midst of the onslaught his cock really started moving on its own in Ruthie's ass, but he was so caught up by his macho fury that he didn't notice it.

Then, suddenly, he halted his brutality, his hand stopping short just as he was about to deliver another blow. From the waist up, he looked down and saw his previously stuck cock pumping in Ruthie's shit pit. And steadily clearly, from the astonished expression on his face, felt an abruptly rising tide in his loins.

"Gonna come!" he blurted with disbelief.

"Yes! Yes! God, yes!" Ruthie cried. "Come in my ass, Matt! Come now!"

She lowered her legs, catching her cousin around the waist with them. Matt gasped, trembled, then went limp in the clutch of Ruthie's thighs as he groaned with release and shot his wad.

"That's right, Matt, honey, relax and enjoy it," Ruthie told him. "Just let all the hot cum spurt from your poor, mangled dick into my ass. Feels so good that it makes what happened all worth it, doesn't it?"

Matt was too far gone to say anything. But the rubbery smile on his face told his side of the story. Ruthie's grinning ecstasy told hers.

Frowning, though, was Barry. Nothing was working out the way he'd planned it. By now Ruthie and Matt were acting like he wasn't even in the room, drifting off in a world of their own. He was halfway tempted to call up Betty so he'd have somebody to fuck.

But then, just as he was ready to give up on Ruthie, she looked his way and winked. It was a very sexy wink and Barry forgot all about Betty and hopefully approached her sister.

"Matt's had it," Ruthie whispered. Then, with a grin even sexier than her wink. "But I haven't."

That was all the encouragement Barry needed. He slipped his hands under his brother's was like dead weight, neither resisting or cooperating as Barry hauled him to the nearest wall and propped him up.

"Musta drank too much…" Matt mumbled, his head bowed.

But by now Barry paid no further attention to his spaced-out brother. He had his sights on Ruthie. Even though her hair was a mess, her face puffy, and her naked body streaked with stale cum, she was the most beautiful creature Barry had ever seen.

"Ready to pick up where you left off?" Ruthie purred.

Barry eagerly nodded, his anxious cock as hard as if he hadn't gotten fucked in a month.

Ruthie lifted a leg, running her hands along it the way he would if she were rolling a stocking up or down. Then she caught her ankle, and, like a human pretzel, hooked her foot behind her neck. In a moment she'd done the same with her other leg.

"Yoga," she explained.

Barry didn't care what it was, just so long as Ruthie was there in front of him this way. The position opened up her ass, especially when she tipped back on the couch. Her whole was no longer a mere dent, but an oozing wound, stretched and leaking with jizz from the fuck Matt had toady thrown into it.

"Stick it in!" she urged. "My ass needs more fucking!"

Barry aimed his rigid prick and took the plunge. Ruthie's slimy shitpit swallowed his prick meat to his balls.

"Mmmmm, my ass sure isn't cherry anymore," Ruthie sighed. "Now it's only as tight as I want it to be for a cock."

To show the control she had of her rear tunnel at this point, she squeezed the muscles around the length of Barry's hilted prick.

"Or as loose," she added, abruptly, releasing the pressure.

Barry partially withdrew his cock when she did this. Then he surged all the way back in, causing Ruthie to tighten up again.

"That's it, stud," she murmured. "We're starting to get into a groove. Just keep it up."

She temporarily relaxed her asshole again. Barry's prick slid in reverse.

"Now jam it!" Ruthie called.

Barry's cock drilled to her bowels. She turned her packed ass into a vise again around her cousin's buried hard-on, adding a shimmying jerk to increase the effect.

"Oh, now we're fucking," Ruthie moaned with pleasure. "Really butt-fucking."

Barry began moving his prick back and forth at a gradually mounting pace. In response, Ruthie's asshole expanded and contracted. The friction was more intense with every cock-stroke.

"Don't hold back. Stuff your cock all the way into my ass so your hot jizz shoots all the way into my belly."

Barry had been pulling halfway out when Ruthie gave him the word to come. Abruptly his cock changed direction, driving deep within her. She tightened her asshole and rolled her hips.

"Come… come… come!" she chanted. "Oh, yeah," Barry groaned, his prick exploding with liquid fury.

As his cream gushed into Ruthie's gurgling depths, Barry was draped all over his cousin. By the time his balls were drained he'd collapsed completely on top of her, fucked into exhaustion.

"Barry, you all right?" Ruthie asked after both of them were finished coming.

He didn't answer. But when Ruthie unraveled herself, and held up his head with a handful of hair, she saw that Barry had the same rubbery grin that Matt had shown after he'd ass-fucked her.

"Well, hew about that?" Ruthie chuckled, slipping free of the tangle on the couch. "My first time out and I'm the only one still standing. Next time I fuck maybe I ought to take on three boys instead of just two."

Ruthie had expected that losing her cherry would make her less anxious to play with herself. But she'd been wrong. Now that her ass, along with her pussy, constantly yearned for cock, she got so horny she had to finger-fuck both holes to temporarily cool down.