Eileen Over - Eager To Bed Bunny

He did not want to think about the girl due to enter his life again nor did he want an end to this sexual frenzy with his sister. He glided his hands over her full, curving hips in a circling motion. "Did you move!"

She twisted under him, rubbing her hot stomach to his, her breasts hard and fiery. The rounded rear that he adored went on rolling smoothly and rhythmically.

Now it was his turn to try for an orgasm and he went up and down, ramming all that he had up her crack, shoving until the rounded tip touched something at the end of the soaking wet opening.

"Nooooo, not like that… aaahhh, not so wild, ohh, you devil!"

He was taking her rapidly, possessing her again, disregarding her cries. A staunch bed partner, she worked under him, enjoying the swift but nonetheless rhythmic thrusts of his penis.

"Are you on your way yet, darling?"

"I am going… I can't hold out, the way that bottom of yours keeps… turning."

"A good bottom, isn't it… good for you, my love!"

She sent the lower part of her body around and around, the undulations of her hindquarters so swift that each of his thrusts was matched in intensity. Her legs went straight up and locked around his waist.

With a sharp cry he came, spilling his seed the moment that her climax began. But he remained in her, enabling her to reach her peak and pass it, coming violently.

"Yeeeeoooowwww, ow, ow, owwwww! Ahh, darling, ohh, my darling!"

He slept and dreamed a wonderful dream in which he and Louise explored a world that never existed, romping and laughing like children without any problems. But when he woke he faced some real problems; for an affair like this was against all the rules laid down by men.

The other side of the bed was empty. His first stop was the kitchen, where he sighted a prepared salad heaped in a bowl. The door of his luxuriously appointed bathroom was open and he heard the rasp of a towel drawn across a wet body.

Louise blew him a kiss. Her blond hair was piled atop her head. The bobbing breasts, freshly scrubbed and glistening, caught his eye, those splendid breasts that had doomed him from the start.

Remorse caught him now and Hugh turned away, saying he was hungry. In the living room he paced the length of the carpet, recreating in exact detail the prelude to this act of incest.

It had been shortly after her arrival and Louise, hot and sweating, was in the guest room Hugh had prepared for her. He had not realized his sister was naked and had entered without knocking. He had stared with undisguised admiration at the curvaceous body of this young girl.

"Come in," Louise had said, completely uninhibited.

Hugh was stunned by the spherical breasts. Speechless, he watched a ball of perspiration dribble between the epic-sized globes and glisten down the slope of the domed, dimpled belly, to be absorbed by the snarled mat of yellowish hair.

Ashamed, yet in a state of awe, he again swept his eyes over his sister's buoyant breasts and Louise, aware of her brother's sudden turmoil, had caressed the quivering spheres.

"They are beautiful, aren't they? I sometimes wear a bra, but I don't have to. Touch them, see how firm they are."

He looked at the rounded feminine thighs adorned by the yellow patch, at the dimpled belly, and his hands went to the sumptuous, jutting globes. They were breathtakingly perfect and melon firm, but they were the breasts of his sister. With his fingertips and palms burning Hugh fled.

They went out to eat that evening and afterwards he showed her London by night, not the dives of Soho, nor the luxury of Mayfair, but the gone-to-seed streets of Chelsea and a club along Fulham Road where Louise danced seductively, with her leg between his and her belly and breasts pasted to him. They danced non-stop that night, leaving their drinks untouched, and he accepted her not as his sister but as a very desirable woman. One of his hands was clamped against her shoulder blade and the other glided over the forbidden area of her thrusting rump. His arousal was obvious, but instead of drawing back Louise bore in. She locked her arms about his neck and twisted her hips from side to side.

As they left the club her hand, patting his waist affectionately, slid down; the fingers, straight together as if to deliver a karate chop, brushed his genitals. It was the true touch of a coquette hurting his erected member.

"Oh, oh, what has happened to my brother?"

"Louise…!"

She had drawn near, bringing her hot mouth close. "Don't say anything and don't think, otherwise we're lost. Now let's get home."

He handled his car, a new Aston Martin which he was always reluctant to drive in London's dense traffic, like an untrained driver. He was afraid of the moment ahead.

Once home he poured half a glass full of scotch to steady himself. But Louise was calm, humming as she stripped, leaving her dress and stockings on an armchair and strolling pantie-clad to the bedroom. He drank, swearing he would not touch her, but when she called out, "Come to me," Hugh undressed and went to lie down next to her.

With urgency throttling them both, the usual foreplay had to be passed over. But while he tweaked her already erected nipples and massaged the great, round breasts, she clutched his head and kissed him hard, searching within his mouth with her probing tongue. The way their hearts pounded and their combined gasps reverberated, each knew the game could be over too quickly. It was unnecessary to whisper 'slow down' for she understood and willed him to lie on his side facing her.

As their breathing took on a more natural tone their fingers explored. She crooned over the hardness of his phallus and he titillated the vaginal lips and flicked his forefinger at the small, rigid clitoris.

There was too much strength in her fingers and with her wrist jerking he sensed he could easily climax and shoot his stuff all over their bodies. Gently he pried her fingers away from his staff and climbed over her. Underneath, she waited, silent, only her rotund buttocks rasping against the sheet. Her legs came up and went out just as the tip of his hardness began to bore between the fluttering vaginal lips.

"Ahh, there, there!"

"Easy now, don't move!"

"Ooohhh," she groaned as he shoved his way in, pushing through the creamed wetness clogging the top of her small passageway.

Entering her was so exciting that a sharp thrill raced from the tip of his instrument along its length to the root, cutting through his stomach and tearing burningly up and down his spine.

Gasping in that searing moment of pain he rammed all the way in, hard, bull-like, stretching her. She wrapped her legs about his waist and brought her rotating ass up off the bed, slamming her pelvis into his and – coming!

"Oh, no, no, not so quick! Ahhh, no, I wanted it to last! Aghhhh!"

While the spasms twisted her, nearly unseating him, he gripped her strongly, waiting until a final whoosh of breath indicated the passage of her orgasm. He remained motionless, not moving, feeling the vise-like tightening of her insides.

Her arms slid away, her round buttocks flattened from her relaxed weight, and she looked up at him with shining eyes. He kissed her softly, then arched, pulling most of his length out and sinking it in to the hilt, speeding up as he repeated the maneuver. She twisted under him, not so wild this time, so that each could savor the act.

"I never came that fast before, you know. Man, I was hot!"

"I barely got into you."

"But it was that feeling of all of you, just forcing in. Ohhh!" She closed her eyes dreamily and gently sent her ass around and around.

Another climax was building up within her but he had to control himself or else he would be coming along with her. Her experienced vagina had a sureness of grasp that brought on the burning sensation again. The walls of her insides flapped like the sails of a ship against his tool. He was aware of heat, of bubbling cream and muscular tension.