Eileen Over - Eager To Bed Bunny

"Ohh, come, come! Finito, per favore!"

"I can't! I… don't… want… to!"

"Aggghhh, can you fuck!"

He would pull out and then impale her in a rapid motion, going into the oiled hole, parting the cunt lips, sinking into the softness to the hilt. Each time as he rose she sighed, because a great weight had been lifted. Right where he would rest the balled tip bubbles of juice oozed out of her sopping wet quim. Then a deep jab, slow, teasing, all the way in to give that greedy snatch a thorough reaming.

Hugh felt his manhood broadening and, lunging at her with all the strength he could muster, he shot. She could only lie there, helpless, while his dick flowed, showering her insides. He gasped as his penis coughed out a few more drops of juice. Slumping upon the girl he lay still, emptied of all ammunition.

Later she said: "I shall get back to the office, but you remain here. Do you hear?"

Silvana did not wash but simply pulled her panties on up the big, somewhat fat legs over the forest of come-splattered hair and the magnificent ass. At once the panties were stained and when she pulled the flimsy dress over her damp body with those tremendous breasts, now sweated over like sprayed fruit, the garment absorbed her sweat. She left, carrying the odor of numerous climaxes.

A good fuck, but then so was Gabriella, and before her the middle-aged Countess, and luscious Claudia and young Jane. Jennifer? Well, her trouble was inexperience; but the best of all had been his sister Louise.

Hugh washed, dressed and left, knowing he was going back to London. If things did not work out there he would return to New York. After that, well, who cares? One thing for sure, he was leaving this country.

Late at night his plane landed at Heathrow Airport, London. He took a cab directly to his house and was greeted, by the doorman and another flunky on duty, like visiting royalty. Yes, he told them, he was back, but for how long was anybody's guess.

"And my sister? Or my fiancйes?"

The two men looked at each other and shrugged, not having any idea.

Hugh found the apartment stuffy, not lived in. The women must have taken their lesbian act elsewhere. He opened windows, undressed and lay down in his too-wide bed, thinking of all the narrow beds he had slept in since leaving here. He considered that since he had shown some talent at the travel agency he might open his own in London.

He slept and dreamed that a full-bodied girl had entered the room like a sylph, removed her garments and gotten into bed with him.

But when he turned over on his side, moaning, his hand fell upon two thrusting breasts and a very female leg stretched across his body. He opened his eyes, ready to cry out, and found himself facing a naked Louise.

"You!"

"Your sister, your lover!"

He could not believe it, but she was there, warm, alive, rounded and as always enticing.

"Now look, Louise, we can't start this game again." But even as he protested he was playing with her, feeling her luscious buttocks, digging his fingers into the rounded ass.

She took the position he always favored, straddling him, spreading her thighs wide and sinking down upon the club that seemed to split her apart.

"Ooo, my man! I have slept with so many since you left but… ahhhh, you're still the best."

His sister hesitated, using her knees to guide her weight, balancing herself on her lovely, always shapely thighs. There, there, she was getting it all in, the balled tip, the full length. All!

He closed his eyes as he was taken up into the cave of paradise. The moist opening employed strong suction, the lips clamped tightly and the nubby clitoris exerted pressure. Ahhh, yeahhh, he was gasping, he was stiffening all over and muscle spasms sent him going up into a weird rhythm.

Louise twisted snake-like, wringing the penis, threading her hole like a nut over a bolt, obtaining the greatest amount of pleasure possible. Hard, like a rodeo participant, she rode him, sighing as his body rolled between her quivering thighs.

"Ahhh, brother mine!"

Her cry was followed by violent motions and she collapsed just as he arched, unleashing a flood of joy. He gripped her arms to haul himself up as he climaxed, shouting into her face.

"I am finished!"

"But l am not finished!"

Swiftly, before the fire was doused in her brother, Louise took the sixty-nine position. Her twitching buttocks were glued to his face. Her head went down between his opened thighs to tackle the not yet limp instrument. And he behaved as expected, washing her privates clean.

The two people called upon their remaining sexual energies to make savages of each other, and they fought as orgasms rocked them. The rounded backside kept hammering against his forehead as the girl's pleasure kept building up.

Afterwards, finished as they were, there was nothing more to be done in the name of passion. Separating they fell back, sleeping at once in the position in which they had fallen.

But the morning brought something new and unexpected into Hugh's life. He felt fingers fumbling at his thighs and then an ache shot up his shaft. Sharp tips of a female's nails scratched his erected tool and he blinked the sleep from his eyes, to find not Louise fellating him but his ex-fiancйe, Jennifer!

"Hey!" Nearby Louise slept soundly, snoring, while the dark-haired Jennifer chewed him up, her teeth holding his manhood firmly in position while her lips worked it over.

Jennifer's slender, big-titled body trembled with hot emotion. He spread his legs apart and moved his hips forward, shoving his thing deeper within her mouth. She sucked until the trembling started. The hot and cold chills caused by her tongue had him quivering uncontrollably as he came. Then it was over and he was lying back, thinking this was crazy.

She spat out the joy juice. "Welcome back. We're going to make an infernal trio. You, me, your sister."

Hugh could only groan.