Ray Todd - His loving little sister

"Jesus Christ," gulped Phil, feeling her lips and tongue working on the head of his cock again.

The feel of her hot sucking mouth around his prick and the taste of her fresh young twat was incredible to the man. He could feel and taste her hot juices boiling around his tongue as he licked and lapped around in the slippery warmth of her deliciously scented slit. Phil had eaten more than his share of pussy over his depraved years, but none had ever tasted as good as this little gold-fringed twat.

Watching them as Brenda stroked his new hard-on, Brent was thoroughly aroused at the way his little sister and Phil were eating each other out. There was something erotic about the way Phil's lips were welded to the girl's dripping pussy as her hot young juices drenched his face. He could almost feel his own cheeks cradled between his sister's soft thighs.

He was even more turned on by the passionate lust on the girl's hot flushed face as her clinging lips sucked and pulled so wetly on Phil's cock. She'd sucked Brent off several times in the last few days, but the sight of her sucking on another man's prick was almost blowing his mind. It was fantastic how the pretty girl's mouth was drooling over his prick, lathering it with her sweet warm spit.

"Jesus," whispered Brenda as she frantically stroked Brent's thick cock. "She's some cocksucker."

"She sure is," gasped the boy, "and she just learned how to do it."

"You can sure tell that she loves it," giggled Brenda.

Brent couldn't wait for Phil and Robin to finish so he could stuff his throbbing boner into his sister's hot little cunt again.

"Ooooooooh, honey!" Robin squealed with delight when Phil removed his tongue from the hot depths of her fuck-hole and began flicking it around her quivering clit. "Oh, yes! Yes! That's it, baby! Oh, shit, that's good!"

Sucking on the youngster's sensitive joy-button, Phil could feel the child's lurching body tensing for a climax.

Realizing that she was about to come, Robin began sucking more vigorously on his swollen dong, wanting them to reach their sexual paradise together. Getting more excited as the supreme moment grew closer, she was gushing a torrent of hot pussy juices into Phil's mouth as she bobbed her mouth up and down over his dick, feeling the hard hotness of it rubbing across her tongue.

"Oh, shit!" she suddenly squealed, grinding her hot wet slit down tighter against his face. "I'm gonna come… gonna come!"

"Me, too!" he panted, thrusting his hips up and driving his cock deep into her throat.

Robin was pleased with the vast amount of jizz that suddenly spurted out of Phil's jerking knob, filling her mouth to overflowing. She was swallowing as fast as she could, but she still couldn't take all the cock-cream that Phil was pumping into her.

Watching his little sister, Brent could see the slippery cum oozing out from the corner of her cock-squeezing lips, running down over her chin and onto the man's hairy balls.

Then with her mouth filled with his slippery sperm, little Robin exploded into her own wild orgasm.

"Phil! Phil!" she screamed, momentarily removing his drooling prick from her mouth. "Keep suckin! I'm coming, honey! I'm coming!"

Locked lewdly together, they sucked frantically on each other until their wild climaxes slowly subsided.

"Well," grinned Brenda who'd been excitedly watching. "You're one helluva cock-sucker, honey."

"And I'm a helluva piece of ass," giggled Robin, staring hungrily at her brother's super-swollen dick.

"Can you use this?" Brent asked excitedly as he stroked his massive shaft.

"You better believe it," whispered the horny little blonde as she untangled her body from Phil's. "Just try me."

As her brother crawled across the bed toward her, Robin rolled onto her back and spread her thighs for him. Even after her thunderous orgasm, she was still hot for more, and knew her brother's big tool was just what the doctor ordered.

"Okay, honey," she whispered up to him when he knelt between her legs. "Give it to me good, baby. Just fuck the livin' shit out of me."

"Don't worry," he panted, nosing the head of his massive cock between her soaking cuntlips. "That's what I intend to do."

Brent and Robin spent almost two weeks with the Lassers before they continued their journey to San Francisco. The four of them slept together in a big king-sized bed every night, and it was just one big long orgy of fucking and sucking each other. Before putting them on a bus, Phil gave the youngsters two hundred dollars to tide them over.

When they arrived in San Francisco they spent the first day trying to find an inexpensive furnished apartment, finally locating one in a rather run-down building on Grant Avenue near Chinatown. By the time they'd paid the first month's rent, plus a deposit, they had very little left for food.

Brent went out every day, looking for a job while Robin tried to stretch their limited money for food. When Brent left on his fourth day of job hunting, they only had three dollars left between them. Sitting alone in the apartment, Robin began worrying about the desperate position in which they found themselves. She could think of only one way to raise some quick money, but she had no idea of how to sell herself. The thought of walking up to a strange man on the street frightened the unworldly youngster.

Wondering where she could go and who she could proposition, she suddenly thought of Carl Jackson, the apartment house manager. He lived downstairs with his fat rude wife, but Robin had noticed how he ogled her youthful young body when they passed in the hall. He was a rather sloppy-looking man in his early forties, but Robin was acutely aware of how he'd been lewdly lusting for her since the first day she'd moved in.

Brent had replaced a light bulb the day before, and the burned-out one was still in the waste paper basket, so she decided to replace it for the good one in the kitchen. Her plan was to get the apartment manager alone with her on the pretext that the light switch wasn't working.

It was only about ten o'clock in the morning, and not having dressed yet, she threw on a robe and walked down to his apartment.

"Hello," smiled Robin when his fat, slutty wife answered the door.

"Yes," said Mrs. Jackson, without smiling.

"Is your husband in?" the girl asked.

"No, but he'll be back in a few minutes."

"Well," sighed Robin. "The light switch in my kitchen isn't working. Would you ask him to check it when he gets back?"

"Yeah," sighed the woman, closing the door in the girl's face.

Hurrying back to her apartment, Robin removed the robe and slipped into a short little nightie that barely covered her sweet young ass. Looking into a mirror, she was pleased to see her nipples faintly exposed beneath the thin material of the low-cut garment.

She put on a pot of coffee and had only been waiting a few minutes when she heard him knocking.

"Hi, Mr. Jackson," she beamed when she opened the door.

She was pleased with the way he gulped and sputtered as his eyes traveled from her visible nipples down to her shapely bare thighs that were so deliciously exposed beneath the short nightie.

"M-m-my w-wife says you're having trouble with a light switch," he stammered, beads of perspiration breaking out on his bald head as his eyes moved back up over her lovely young body.

"It's in here," she smiled, leading him into the kitchen.

Following the girl, he was literally drooling as he stared at the soft round cheeks of her ass through the thin material.

"Is the bulb okay?" he asked, flipping the switch up and down.

"I'm sure it is," she lied. "We put a new one in last night."

"Well," he spoke in a trembling voice. "Let, me get a bulb out of the bathroom so I can check it."