Roberta Taylor - Nasty Sharon

Yes, she was trying to make him forget his question about Nancy.

He asked, "Why did you set it up for me to fuck her?"

"Don't bother me. Go away and let me masturbate."

His twitching cock had risen. It hung in a half-hard loop. He said, "I'm not sure you like Nancy."

"I like her fine."

"You act sort of touchy around her."

"Women don't get along as well as men do."

"Maybe you want to have her job."

"You bet your sweet ass I do! It pays lots more bucks than mine."

He watched her slide two fingers down her gash and into her snatch. She kept her thumb pressing her clit. Her hips began to surge.

He asked, "Is that how you do it? Masturbate?"

"How else would I do it?"

She squirmed down the bed now, nearing him. Her hand reached over his thigh and closed on his cockhead.

She murmured, "Let me play with it. I'll come quicker that way."

Her palm cupped his end, a warm, caressing softness. Nancy did it differently. She just grabbed. Like Sharon had said, Nancy was frustrated. She seemed to be trying to make up for a lot of missed fucking. Sharon had always gotten hers. He used to spy on her when guys drove her home from dates. He had seen them fucking in the car, rigid in front of the house.

His cock throbbed. The head grew out of the circle of her thumb and index finger. She massaged the shank. Her fist squeezed up and down it in a jerking motion that produced a rapid hardening.

The discussion of why she had turned him on to Nancy had died. He worked down at the slender fingers she was forcing into her cunt. Her hips were working now, humping away. He heard her grunt. He reached over her thigh and stroked the downiness of her stomach then her silky, auburn twat hair. He gently pinched her mound and tugged it.

He traced the jelly softness of her inner lips, down to the fingers curling into her hole. He tucked his index finger in along with hers.

Sharon arched up, her hips jerking. Her right hand vised on his cook.

"Buddy! If you keep on making me hot, you'll have to fuck me!"

After he had pronged Nancy that third time, he had thought he would never get it up again. But now it stood like a bedpost, the head flaring out like a mushroom. It was throbbing with eagerness to squeeze into her sloshy cunt.

He was breathing hard. He choked, "But Sharon, you set me up with Nancy. It's like she's my girl. You know? I think a guy shouldn't have only one girl at a time."

"Then go away! Let me masturbate in peace!"

He could not. He bent down to the fork of her raised legs. He thumbed the wet, silky lip hair. It was much darker than that on her mound.

Lowering, he saw cunt drool dribble from their fingers to her white asscheeks. Her thighs were spread now, her feet planted firmly on the bed as she heaved, rolling her hips, writhing on the fingers in her cunt.

The hand jerking his cock now felt small. His organ was, iron, the skin more difficult to move all the time, stretched taut as his cock throbbed out to a fat, curving pink stiffness.

He bent to her inner thigh and nibbled it.

Sharon whimpered, "Don't, honey. You mustn't. Buddy, that's too good!"

He licked the satiny flesh, mouthing, eating down toward the smell of hot cunt. He reached her mound. He nuzzled the soft bush. Sharon's hand fell away. He swabbed his tongue clown her coral slit.

She screeched. "Oh, honey! Go boy, go! To my hole!"

He licked her groove, smacking his lips. He probed with his tongue. It slid into her full length, deep into the convulsing hole. He sucked the spill of juice.

He mouthed each big, hairy lip in turn, tugged, shook his head.

Sharon was writhing about now, and pitching about on the bed.

He had to have it. He thrust back, tore her hand from his cock, and climbed over her legs. He reached up her body and cupped his hands on her tits. He mounted her.

"Buddy, you were going to save it for Nancy. You're a bastard. Why did you come in here naked in the first place?"

"You started it," he said.

She had swung her legs together, shutting off his entry to her hole.

"Buddy, I told you before to go away and let me masturbate."

"But, Sis, my cock is so stiff…"

"Then don't give me your shit about protecting Nancy. I want her job. Maybe you'll help me bust her."

"Sis, I couldn't hurt Nancy."

"Then get off me. Go jerk off."

"Sis, please?"

She sighed deeply. "Look, I'll let you slick it into me. But you won't stay in unless you promise."

Her legs were wide apart now. He could see that her hairy twat lips formed a teardrop shape around the glistening pinkish redness of his target. He jabbed his cock at her hole. The end wedged in. She really was tighter than Nancy. He forged onward. The walls of her vagina seemed to clutch his prick and suck at it. The fit was tight as hell. But his shank soon buried itself in her steamy hole. His cockhead throbbed like about to explode.

"Promise," she said.

"Promise what?"

"That if I say to piss on Nancy, you'll do it."

"But, Sis, I can't…"

Sharon slid out from under him like an eel, leaving his cock dripping, chilled by the air. She clamped her jacked-up legs together. From underneath he could see her cunt, the two plump folds of flesh snuggled together. Juice seeped out and drooled down her ass but her outer lips were shut like hairy doors.

"Buddy, do you want it badly enough to piss on Nancy?"

His cock stood up like a wet pink bologna, twitching as he stared at the joined fat halves of her twat. Teasing him, she spread her legs for a moment. The inner, red teardrop was revealed. He groaned as her legs closed.

"All right," he groaned. "Anything, Sharon."

"We'll stand together against the world, Buddy. Nancy will be only an easy fuck as far as you're concerned."

"Yes." He pawed at her knees.

She let him part them. He climbed into the cradle of her thighs. Her legs crossed on his back. He lowered himself, hipping in. When his cockhead nudged her wet split he thrust hard, mercilessly driving it in to the hilt.

Sharon moaned loudly in protest, but a second later her thighs vised on him and her heels pounded his ass. She flung her arms around his shoulders and hugged him down.

He was flat on the hot cushions of her tits, his belly to hers, his cock pronging into the hottest, wettest cunt he had ever imagined. He began fucking hard, smashing full into her on each stroke, ramming as though his life depended on it.

Sharon humped up strongly, meeting his thrusts. She clawed his back and her heels continued beating on his buttocks and spine. She bit his ear, moaned into it, licked his throat, at last found his mouth and plunged her tongue into it.

Sucking his sister's tongue, shuddering with passion as he rammed his cock into her sucking hole, Buddy was a roaring flame, the spew of a blast furnace, an iron man rending cunt flesh with the bone between his legs.

She tore her mouth from his. "God! This is the best fuck of my life. My own brother! Buddy, split my cunt! Punch it through me. I'm coming again. Coming!"

"Again?"

"I've come three times, four tunes. Fuck me, you bastard, you big-cocked whore master, fuck me!"

"Sis, you talk like…"

"Like I'm coming, you cunt lapper! Pound into me!"

Buddy felt that terrible rigidity of orgasm come over him. His cock swelled to a curved baseball bat, arching in and out of her rolling cavity.

He reared up, then bowed his back like a man lifting a log and slammed his body in, whacking her ass and thighs and belly, thrusting his bat in, hearing Sharon shriek, yelling as a gob of cream bowled out through the core of his prick into the belly of his writhing, thrashing, heaving, pitching sister.

A terrible pounding split his head. He was coming all over, shaking, trembling with weakness.