E. Make - Maidenhood Lost

A familiar feeling flew through his loins as he stared silently down on the couple. His balls tightened and retightened. He felt his prick coming to life as be watched Mitch's hands rove over the smooth contours of his mother's quite attractive breasts. An ache filled him. He wanted to be that man down there. Those hands should be his. Those lips sucking at those dark nipples should be his.

"Your mother's quite a sexy woman:' Kari whispered, her hand sliding over his thigh. "I didn't realize she looked so young before."

She did, he admitted to himself. He hadn't remembered seeing her naked since he had been a child. Yet there she was without a stitch of clothing, lying on the grass, naked for Mitch's eyes, and his. Her cunt looked so vulnerable covered with that dark bush. It looked so right, made for a man to slide ball-deep into.

Which was what Mitch was busy preparing for at the moment. As his two stepdaughters watched, he quickly stripped. Janice moaned softly as his thick cock sprung free and jutted before him.

As they watched, he lowered himself to the ground and easily splayed the lips of Marta's pussy with that big plunger. There was no doubt in the minds of the three voyeurs that the couple they watched was fully willing to deeply sample each other's bodies.

Up and down Neal's eyes followed the rise and fall of Mitch's buttocks, watching the thick pole he crammed into his mother's cunt. His own cock was rigid now, stiff with the forbidden desire to ram himself into that same hunching belly. He wanted her. He wanted his own mother!

"Ahhhhhhhh," he moaned, as an inquisitive hand drifted over the crotch of his jeans.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Kari echoed his moan with one of her own, her fingers stroking along the swollen length of his shaft. "Hard as a rock."

"Huh?" Janice grunted, and glanced at her sister.

"Neal's cock is as bard as a rock!" Kari grinned up, her hand suddenly gripping the rigid bulge beneath his pants and squeezing.

Neal groaned, as a strange mixture of pain and pleasure suffused through his loins.

"Can't blame him," the redhead glanced at him, her green eyes flashing with delight. "It must be something watching a man ball your mother."

Without another word, the young woman's head leaned forward. Her lips pressed to his and her tongue teasingly ran out. He refused to open his mouth, although he wanted very much to take this sexy red-haired girl into his arms and relieve the burning lust that licked out from his balls.

She eased away from him, her hand lightly caressing his cheeks. She chuckled. "I think he likes it, or would. He's nervous about you being here, little sister."

"Don't be nervous, Neal," Kari's lips were taunting at his ear. "Tonight we're both yours."

Uncertain of what he had just heard and totally unsure of what was happening, he turned to the sexy blonde. "Kari?"

"It's all right," she assured him with a light kiss. "I won't mind, really I won't. I want to give Janice a sample of what you've been giving me… "

Her fingers tightened around his throbbing prick once again to give emphasis to her comment.

"… I want you to show her what a cocksman you really are" she smiled. "And afterwards, I want you to ball the hell out of me."

"You want me to… to make love to your sister," he stammered still not believing Kari, his Kari.

"Not love," Janice eased his face back around to her. "You and Kari love. With me, you fuck!"

Her head tilted forward and her mouth was on his once more. Still a tad confused over what had just been proposed, he did the only thing that seemed right. When that teasing tongue fucked out, he opened his lips, allowing it to enter his mouth.

"I'll just fade away," he heard the blonde say somewhere to his side, then her footsteps moving away.

Then he completely forget about her, devoting his full attentions to the big-breasted young woman who pressed against him. His arms encircled her waist and pulled her tightly to him. Then his hands drifted down to the pair of white shorts she was wearing. The more than ample cushions of her ass strained the fabric tautly. He gripped those delectable mounds and pulled her pelvis to his so that she pressed against the needy length of his cock.

He felt the quivering excitement rush through her body. She shoved herself even harder against his crotch. She swayed a bit, rubbing the protruding mound of her pubis over his bulging prick. Then she moaned long and suggestively.

"Just like your sister aren't you?" he smiled as they parted.

"Not quite," she answered, her fingers, working the snap and zipper free on his jeans. "But we share similar tastes… and needs."

His own hands were busy with the buttons of her pink blouse. Quickly he managed to slip them from their buttonholes. Like her younger sister, this redhead didn't wear a bra. And like her blonde sister, her tits were big and quite willing for a man's hands to caress them, as well as a man's mouth.

While she worked his jeans and briefs down, that's exactly what he did. Her moans told him that the fingers that kneaded into the almost flaccid flesh of her breasts, and the lips that sucked her sleeping nipples into hard mushrooms of excited flesh, were more than deeply appreciated.

Kicking away his sandals, he stepped from his pants and toed them away. The girl's long, cool fingers lovingly stroked at the burgeoning spike of his cock, while he quickly peeled away his shirt, then wiggled her shorts down the supple curves of her legs. Briefly he examined the red moss of pubic hairs that covered her cunt. The plump mound of her sex protruded more than her sister's, having a much more mature roundness to it.

When he rose, she pressed to him again. The warmth of her nakedness was wonderful. She snuggled against him, reveling in his feel as much as he was in hers. His cock, rigid and pulsing, throbbed against the sleek smoothness of her belly. A glistening trail of preseminal juices was left on that flawless skin as his excitement oozed from the head of his prick.

His mouth possessed hers again. His tongue thrusted forward, tickling toward the depths of her throat. She wiggled closer as if she were trying to climb atop him as they stood there. The furry rise of her cunt rolled against his spike of manhood in the most delightful fashion. Her bank like tits mashed into his chest like silk-covered cushions topped by insistent, rubbery buttons of hardened desire.

His arms caressed over the satiny flesh of her back, setting off waves of aroused gooseflesh. He touched the slightly pancaked bulges of her tits and a piteous little moan whimpered up from her throat. The scene they had watched between her stepfather and his mother had gotten to her as much as it had him. She was hot and ready and willing. This beautiful young redhead wanted him. This girl he had met only casually on a few occasions before this night now stood here naked and aroused, her body aching for his cock.

It was a fantastic feeling, just letting his hands rove over her, knowing that for this moment she was his, knowing that he controlled her, commanded her. As she had so pointedly said just a few moments ago, there was no love in their actions, only lust. A lust he definitely intended to sate.

His fingers slid around the resilient circumferences of her breasts as he eased back from her a bit. The summery heat of those two fleshy melons suffused his fingertips, as her tongue darted into his mouth cajoling around his own oral digit.

Gently at first, he squeezed into the marshmallowy balls of her breasts, delighting in the quickening of her breath and the excited quivers that shot through her body. She moaned another of her whimpery little cries as his hands clamped down with a demanding firmness. Then his palms circled those two tempting mounds, as if soothing away any pain he had caused. In a spiraling motion, his hands worked their way up the curving slopes of her tits.