Sheri Frick - Lust Against Her Will

Burns felt Ernie's penis swelling and jerking through the thin membrane separating his own dick from Ernie's huge rod, felt the movements of Nickie's hips as they jerked and grasped at his own weapon, trapped as it was in her anus.

Her sphincter lightened on his prick, like a noose drawing dosed, even as she writhed beneath him. Burns felt the come explode in his dick and was abruptly caught up in the throes of his own long delayed orgasm. He shot in long, smooth spurts rather than short gushes, spurts that seemed to send steady streams of jissum burning into Nickie's intestines.

Nickie thought she'd pass out from the feel of the two penises emptying into her. Her cunt and womb, her ass and bowels were being filled with come, were awash with it, and even as she felt Ernie slowing his jolts beneath her, she went into the throes of her most intense orgasm yet.

Her arms flung straight out to each side, her hips battering downward against Ernie's and upwards against Burns' with painful, audible force, she drew a long shuddering breath and made a sound that started out like a throat being cleared and rose to a piercing shriek of response to a pleasure so intense that it verged on deadly pain.

Like one possessed, Nickie wriggled and Writhed, squirmed between the two men, sinuous and slinky as a snake trying to wiggle free, the two cocks, both limpening and dribbling the last of their loads into her, still trapped, locked within her pathways as if she would never free them.

On the other side of the curtain, Frank heard the screams, the wails, the groans, the grunts, the slurping, slapping, wet, sloppy sounds of orgasm. Reaching out with one hand, he pulled the curtain back and stared at the incredible tableau presented by the two men and the young girl.

She was stuffed vaginally and anally, fore and aft, being used in a way Frank had only seen done in movies-and even then had thought was the product of trick photography.

But what he saw before him, he knew, was the product of unbelievable lust and lechery, of an insatiable need for satisfaction by a beautiful girl-child and a demand for pleasure by two old men.

The sight made the seed in his balls reaching the boiling point at last. His hips jerked, tensed, and Suzanne, feeling his gargantuan cock throbbing all the way to the roots in her throat and mouth, reached up and grabbed his hips with both hands, holding kin, lightly against her, refusing to let him escape, demanding, demanding-and getting his viscous, hot come. He shuddered, hips jerking against her mouth with what would have been painful force if she hadn't been so totally lost in her pleasures.

Torrent after torrent of his load shot down her throat, deep into her gullet, a molten wash of hot seed that drenched her innards.

Suzanne, feeling every rippling spasm of his cock, was caught up in the rush of her own perverse pleasure. His dick swelled within her throat, his balls jounced up and hit her chin as again and again he let loose his flood of fuck.

She sucked, she swallowed, she milked every drop of his tremendous load, draining his large balls of their heavy aching sperm.

With a last groan of ecstasy, his knees buckling, his hands on her head, holding her in place-as if she would think of relinquishing the drink she loved-Frank looked down to see his sister's flushed face, her eyes closed, and the tremendous shaft of his big dick jammed into her wide open mouth.

The final spasm of his coming was like a hemorrhage. He shook with the effort of standing-and lost. His legs lost all their strength and Frank's knees began to bend. He slowly sank to the floor, his penis still in his sister's greedily sucking mouth as her own hips humped forward in the throes of her empathetic orgasm.

At last he was on the floor, propped up on one hip. Suzanne twisted over to maintain her oral grip on his limpening but still huge prick.

At last he sank back on the floor, prone.

Suzanne stood uncertainly, licked her lips of the creamy come there as she tottered into the other room.

Ernie's big prick was still held in Nickie's little twat, just by the head, while Burns' dick had been evacuated by the reflexive, unconscious action of her anal muscles.

Burns was nearly delirious, completely emptied of come and energy. He let himself roll off Nickie and lay on his back, eyes closed, gasping for breath.

Suzanne quickly shook the lovely young girl out of her stupor. Come oozing from her muff around Ernie's dick, a hint of cream around the puckered ring of her anus, she let Suzanne help her to her feet.

With one arm under Nickie's breasts, letting the younger girl lean against her, they went out of the room and up the stairs. There, Nickie collapsed face down across her bed, arms and legs widespread, the residual overflow from cunt and ass glistening and visible.

Suzanne stared at the fetching sight for a long moment-but finally shook herself. She had to get Frank out of there and the film, out of the camera.

Quickly she hurried down the stairs, woke her brother and the two of them hurried out with the precious film.

While Frank staggered into his own room, Suzanne remembered how Nickie had looked on the bed in the guest room, legs wide apart, delightful anus and enticing vagina exposed and glistening…

Suzanne stepped into her young cousin's bedroom and made her way to the bed, gently lowering herself to the ribbed bed cover and bending over to let her hair drape over the hypersensitive flesh of Nickie's ass.

Nickie shivered, consciousness returning only slowly as Suzanne kissed the nape of her neck and worked her lips sibilantly down the length of her spine, kissing each vertebra. Lower and lower, down to the small of her back, the first gentle swells of her buttocks. Suzanne worked her mouth down until she was kissing and licking the furrow of Nickie's ass.

Nickie gasped, writhed, as she felt her cousin's tongue pushing inside her rear opening, pushing past the tight clench of her sphincter, the sinuous, slick tool pressing inside the hot channel to lick at the come deposited there.

Suzanne glued her mouth to Nickie's ass and sucked, hard, for a long moment, savoring the taste of the semen' there before moving down, down, to press her mouth against Nickie's still wet cunt.

She covered Nickie's sweet little honey hole with her mouth, her lips pressing against Nickie's cute little clit, her tongue snaking inside the wet chamber of slippery delight, and all the time sucking, sucking.

Nickie moaned loudly and fried to turn over, but then gasped as the first rush of yet another orgasm began washing through her.

Her tight little ass cheeks clenched and loosened almost spastically, her hips shuddered, her fists pounded the top of the bedThe door opened. Suzanne spun about, fearful.

It was Frank.

He was naked.

He was hard.

He was horny.

He crossed the room and knelt on the bed near Nickie's head, his huge prick throbbing only inches from her moist, parted lips.

She moved her head forward, her pink tongue flickering out to lick the huge head of his dick.

"Don't I-unh!-get to join in-unh!-the-victory party-unh!" he gasped as her tongue worked its magic on his cock.

Suzanne smiled a slow, certain smile of anticipation while Nickie opened her lips wide and sucked the entire head of his pulsating prick into her warm mouth.

Yes, Suzanne thought. A victory celebration was in order…

Nickie put the skimpy sunsuit into her suitcase and closed the lid. Almost with a pang of regret, she slid the snap into place and then turned to sit on the bed and wait.

At that very moment, she knew, Suzanne and Frank were delivering their ultimatum to Ernie.

Nickie smiled to herself. She and Frank and Suzanne had been locked in an imaginative position-a most imaginative and satisfying position-when they'd heard footsteps through the first floor hallway.