Eileen Over - Eager To Bed Bunny

"Oh, oh, oh!" Each time she sank back upon the bed her vagina tightened, tearing the skin on his cock in a downward stroke. Then she arched, digging her feet into the bed, taking his weight and hers on her shoulders, bringing the revolving buttocks up, the vaginal lips sliding up the length of his shaft.

"No, no, not like that! Darling," he called this girl who was his sister, "not like that!"

"I am going to come! Ohh, brother, darling I am going to come. Ahhh, dearest, I am… coining!"

He sent his hands under the oscillating ass to still the twisting cheeks, but she was thrusting up violently under him as the climax caught her. "Eeeeeooowwwww!" she shouted in his ear, and then he was shouting too as he exploded, his come detonating within her cunt and shattering the walls.

She was still moving, still flinging that ass around and squeezing, squeezing until another orgasm was squeezed out of that juicy opening.

"Eeeee, Im off again!"

He was finished, if still hard, but her muscular writhings were so strenuous that they hurt. His penis was gripped and wrenched, the tip especially caught in a narrow passageway of velvet-covered steel. He screamed, for the pain was making him shrivel instantly, but she would not stop rubbing the length of her thighs up and down his flanks nor halt the revolutions of that mad ass.

"Stop, stop!"

She rose up in a coughing fit and then she fell back, a hand pressed to her mouth and her lovely eyes rimmed with tears.

"That was a good one!"

"A finisher." On his knees, he looked down at his smarting, mangled penis.

They remained naked all the time, eating, drinking, sleeping, occasionally talking, but mostly screwing. As the days passed, he stopped seeing friends and acquaintances and seldom went out. Still he considered the thing he was doing with his sister wrong and the shadow of Jennifer, the girl he was to marry, hung like a dark cloud over them.

One evening after a round of sex Louise and he spoke about Jennifer. Louise raised herself on one elbow, threw back her hair and took a deep breath. Her magnificent, voluptuous body shivered, her eyes seemed deep and fathomless, and a hoarse breath is-sued from her lips.

"Boy, are you good for me! What a shame it's got to be incest."

"We are forgetting Jennifer. She's coming in tomorrow and will head straight here. She's been here before and she's got a key. If we're still active it's possible for her to barge right in and catch us."

"So we've got this night and part of tomorrow morning, is that it?"

"That's it."

Louise stretched her long body lazily and watched him, like a cat, through slitted eyes. Hugh looked at the smooth sweep of his sister's thighs and the flare of her generous buttocks. He started to run his hand up from her ankle to her hip in a sweeping stroke.

"Ooohhh, my brother is getting hard, I can see it rising!"

"This is getting to be a goddamn habit with us."

"Not a damn thing wrong with that except… except for your future bride. Ahh, come on, let's have these last few hours to ourselves."

There was a thumping clutch of lust within his loins, producing a hardness that froze all sanity. He stared at her breasts, those buoyant and resilient globes, with rapturous anticipation.

Her hands glided over his shoulders as she writhed against him and nipped at his ears with sharp teeth. He felt the pressure of her breasts, the tightness in her belly, and his hands enjoyed the succulence of her magnificent buttocks, so satin-smooth, hard but always quivering.

"Aghhhhh!" With a tortured groan Hugh gripped his sister's big ass and brought her to him.

"No, no, not like this, no so rough, you'll split me open!"

She was a woman aroused and squirming, but she urged him to control himself. Louise leaned back in her brother's arms, accentuating the thrust of her powerful breasts. Her stomach scalded his, making his breath short, but he made her cry out too when his head dipped. He licked her opulent melons, tonguing the coral tips.

Louise's cry was plaintive. "Quick… my darling, take me!"

In bed she was a mad animal that should be shot, a choleric beast foaming at the mouth, her eyes wild, her long, shapely body bucking spasmodically, feverishly, in an orgiastic rhythm, the rotund ass bouncing like two balls.

Hugh pinched his pole of a penis with thumb and forefinger, readying it for an assault on that lovely, over-juiced vagina. This was going to be, if not the final, at least the next-to-final screw with his sister.

She was moaning while he poised above her to play with her breasts, stroke her belly or slip a hand between the thighs he had come to know so well. But Louise, not to be delayed, reared up, her long legs mingling with his, her pubic bush scraping his groin, and the sharply pointed tits, two big globes, trailing through the matted hair on his chest.

"Fuck me!" She made urgent motions with her pelvis. "Now… I am in agony!"

Her pussy was so appealing that he took some seconds off to test the bushy hairs, work a finger along the slit and tease the tumescent clitoris. His sister started to plead. But he was running his tongue over the curling hair, shooting it deep between the fleece into the slight chasm.

Now she was wet and squishy and coining. "Quick! With your prick!"

He was pulled into the valley of her arching thighs and into her vagina with her already moving convulsively in the slow rhythm of the act. When he sank to the root and his groin went flush with hers she screamed and climaxed.

"Ohhh, it was swift, ahh, so swift and please, ohh, please give me another one!"

Her orgasm left a strong odor rising like fumes from her tortured, writhing body, and it put a flame to his bridled passion. Now he went in and out of her abruptly, with short strokes, brutally determined to make her climax again, make her moan and wince and cry out.

She surged up, "Can we… make it together?"

"I… I don't… know."

"Try, please try!"

She was too frenzied, the vaginal lips a tight ring encircling his penis, the tiny clitoris a scraping nub and damn it, he was stiffening, muscle spasms were sending him into a weird rhythm, bringing his moment on.

"You're too wild… I can't last."

"Last, please… last!" Her breathing was more ragged, for his quickened lunges again had her right there, at the brink of rapture. And as she started to make it Louise shouted and rose, bringing every muscle in her unbelievably shaped body into play. She was at once both tormented and grateful. "Try, try, trrryyyyyy!"

"Aghhhh!" Roughly, his hands forced their sweating way past the curved but nonetheless hefty thighs to latch on to the silky – smooth rounds of her swollen ass. His head burst, his temples throbbed and, molding his body to hers, he came. His outpour met hers as it seeped through the fluttering vaginal walls and gushed up.

"Wheeewwww!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeahhhhh!" He was a dead man on top of a worn-out girl. Still joined, his joint soaking, they slept.

It was a typical London day, raining. The rain came down at an angle, tapping steadily against the glass fronts of stores on Park Lane and Marble Arch Road. With traffic snarled near the Playboy Club, people on the corners had a difficult time trying to cross. Hugh stood with his sister, Louise, under the striped awning of a shop where they had just purchased gifts for his fiancйe, Jennifer. They stepped out and the full force of the rain hit them.. A gust of wind lifted Louise's skirt to the level of her supple, always swaying hips. One look at the seductive symmetrically shaped thighs and the sleek legs brought on a fit of lust.

"You know what I'm thinking?" He had the fervent wish to take her home and into bed. He ran a hand down her side to rest it on the swell of her hips.