Matt Daniels - Honeymoon Orgy

Jo was caught up in the passion of the occasion. She wriggled on the luxurious deep-pile carpet and let her wet thighs open completely, the wet, sucking sound of her masturbation clearly discernible to her ears. Her panting body heaved and bucked from her whipping fingerings. She secreted heavily, more heavily than she'd ever remembered doing while masturbating.

Jim was grinding down faster now, and the groans and howls were furious. He smacked against Lisa, driving her tanned body deep down into the groaning mattress with each mighty surge. The loud slaps of belly against belly, testicles against buttocks, were like claps of thunder. Lisa curled and uncurled her legs in wild desperation around his hips, and both of them were breathing wildly, with rivulets of perspiration streaming down their pumping and hollowing loins.

Jo wanted to scream, to wail as she became delirious with her own maddening passions, straining to hold back the explosion which was threatening to inundate her like a tidal wave. She nearly went out of her mind as she heard Lisa moan, "Please… not yet, not yet… Wait for me, wait for me, please!" And then, after a few moments, "Now, Jim… Harder!"

Jo's breath rasped in her throat. They were going to come! And she was watching it! Frantically, she moved her clitoris, her cunt, her buttocks, her anus with the fingers of both hands, impaling herself as deep as her hands would go.

She was going to climax, too!

And in the other room, "I'm going… going to come, Jim… oh, J immmmmmmmmmmm!"

Jo could almost imagine herself saying that instead of Lisa. She ground harder and deeper, quivering under the pressure, gasping in imminent release. And then, her brother's low cry of climax came as he burst his seeds of lust inside his wife.

Jo watched wide-eyed as the couple scrambled for completion. The wife's golden buttocks began small spasmodic jerkings up tight against her husband's cock. At the same time, Jim groaned above her, and his thick fleshy cock throbbed out its milky white semen, leaping bursts of his come which inundated her vagina and cascaded hotly out from around the wet pink lips of her vaginal orifice.

Jo could see the stream of her brother's ejaculations running down the widespread crevice of Lisa's desperately jerking buttocks and pool thickly on the sheet below. And then, as if by remote control, her brother's coming triggered her own. She strained and stretched her legs out in sudden convulsions and the earth seemed to open up beneath her. Then, she lifted herself off the' carpet in a trembling arch and grasped the bone wall of her pelvis and rubbed it until it was over.

After their lovemaking bout, Jim and Lisa sat sipping brandies, talking about Jo. Jim said, "You really think she's ripe, huh?"

"I know she is-I wish you could have seen our session. If I didn't know any better I'd say she was a pure lesbian. You know," she said thoughtfully, "she performed as if she had been doing it for years-making love, I mean-yet, she claims it was the first time. "

"Well, I guess it would be interesting to find out for sure."

"You would enjoy that, wouldn't you? Lisa teased.

"Hell, yes," he admitted frankly.

"Do you want to go it alone?"

"Yeah," Jim said, "It would probably be better that way. She's gonna throw some resistance, but I think I can handle her. "

"Okay, lover, you're on your own," Lisa said. I'm going on to bed, but then," she paused, "I might do a bit of spying through that keyhole myself."

Jim grinned and put on his dressing robe. He poured two brandies and headed toward the locked door.

His surprise was one of sheer delight when he'd opened the connecting door to discover his luscious young sister collapsed in an orgasmic heap just inside the door, her pretty little fingers still buried in her tight pink pussy.

Instantly, Jim set the two brandies on the dresser and then swept Jo up in his arms and deposited her on the nearby bed, taking pains to leave the hem of her nighty high above her exposed pubic mound. Then, calmly, he studied the exhausted girl.

She stirred restlessly on the smooth satin coverlet of her bed, her slender forearm shielding her eyes from the white light from the bedside lamp. Slowly, painfully, she let one eye flutter open to survey her surroundings, her sleep-blurred vision locking instantly on the sulking ominous form that dominated the chair in the far corner of the room. "Jim?" she queried softly beneath the shadow of her arm. "Is that you?"

With a bemused but silent smile lighting up his features, Jim Davis got to his feet and approached the bed with a brandy in either hand. "Here you go, kitten." He beamed with devilish innocence. "Try this little pick-me-up… you look like you could use it!"

Startled, Jo reached out and took the glassful of brandy with a shaking hand as she realized where she was and how she must have gotten there. "W – Where?… H-How…?"

"I put you in bed, Jo, while you were sleeping… Now, drink your brandy like a good girl. "

Almost of its own volition, Jo's hand raised the glass to her lips and she took a sip, recoiling slightly from the unaccustomed taste of it. Furtively, she reached down with her free hand and tried to pull her short nighty down over her thighs, but Jim saw the motion and quickly pushed her hand away. "There's no need to do that, sis. I know what kind of a girl you are, and I know what you've been up to! He sat down beside her and placed his hand on her thigh, slowly moving it up and down in a gently stroking motion.

"You're quite a little piece," the lewd brother continued. "So soft, so smooth… so young!"

Again, Jo raised her glass to her lips, this time draining it of its contents in a desperate attempt to forget how she had gotten into this mess. She had a twinge of doubt in her mind about whether or 'not she should simply sit there and allow her suddenly alarming brother to caress her legs as if she were a prostitute or something.

Jim pulled her still closer, allowing his large roaming hand to move under her nighty and brush lightly over her naked nipples. He was growing bolder by the minute, and thoughts of the things he would do to his proud young sister once she'd reached the point of helpless submission tripped excitedly through his brain. The fact that she was his own baby sister made it all the more exciting to him, and he decided to tell her what he was planning for her.

"You and I are going to have a good time tonight, Jo." He leered down at her frightened, embarrassed face. "Would you like to hear what I'm going to do to you? First, I'm going to take that skimpy little nighty off of you, and then in a little while I'm going to fuck you!… Do you understand, Jo? You and I are going to fuck!"

Rapidly, Jim pulled the yellow shorty gown over her head, revealing the total smooth expanse of her nakedness. Reaching out, he moved his hands over her melonous white breasts, his fingers playing over her throbbing nipples, pulling and gently tweaking them into a tingling stiffness.

The last vestiges of Jo's will to resist faded as she felt her brother's hands massaging her breasts and nipples into lustful erection. As if the two areas had some magical connection, a wild flame of desire throbbed through her now-steaming pussy. She shivered and swayed with unwanted arousal as his educated hands set her body on fire. She felt him move around on the bed until he held her in an embrace from behind, still running his hands over her sensitive nipples and down her quivering belly to her parting thighs. Jo trembled at the warm pressure of his mouth on her neck, feeling it move in a tantalizing slowness along her skin. She felt one finger worming a tingling path down between her slightly parted legs, and a soft groan rose from her heaving chest.