Eileen Over - Eager To Bed Bunny

It was wrong! Damn it to hell, this was wrong! But what was he to do? With a sigh Hugh finished undressing and pulled the spread from the bed. He was about to double up a pillow for her to rest on but remembered that with her ass Louise needed no pillow.

Nervously, he awaited her approach, his ears attuned to bare feet padding down the hall. What if Jennifer found out? Oh, man, banging his sister! If he felt guilty already his fiancйe would surely make him know he was a monster, committing incest under the same roof as the girl he was expected to marry.

A rush of air chilled him and, turning, Hugh saw his sister silhouetted in the doorway, stark naked. She stepped in, whispering breathlessly: "A quickie, while she's in the bathroom showering."

"You know I'm going to be killed."

"Nonsense." Her palms went to his shoulders and she pressed, easing him backward upon the bed. "We'll be so quick she won't know a thing."

"I'm not talking about her." Hugh shifted, bringing his legs together as she climbed over him. "It's you! You're fucking me to death!"

Then I'd say you're helping bring on your death, because look at that penis!" She rolled the upright tube between her palms and, bending, kissed and licked it. "Mmmm! I'd love to fellate you now but there's not enough time."

The long, extremely rounded thighs stiffened, with the athletic muscles leaping up and down their length. The densely bushed mons veneris was brought close to his tip and suddenly, with a great exhalation, he was sucked up into the bubbling cavern. Automatically his hands ran up her stiffened thighs and around to the clenched buttocks.

She made a face, sinking her teeth into her full lip as she lowered her weight, inhaling more of the hardness up into her. Slowly she slid down, twisting her shoulders about and rotating her ass with a violent urgency.

Underneath her, rising up to meet his sister's fall, Hugh heard the sound of the shower being turned off. He had to be swift, he had to climax now before Jennifer came in. He bucked, ploughing up into the softness, feeling his knob scrape the sides.

She squealed, unable to keep quiet, and slammed down in rhythmic thrusts but always rising up in a long, slow, rather drawn-out stroke. "Ahh yes, ahhh yes! Oooooo, ahhhh, oooooo!"

He grabbed the dangling balls of her breasts and suckled the stiffened tips. Her ass, now free of his hands, swung ferociously, the cheeks clenching and unclenching, rubbing together rapidly.

"Ahnnnn, nnnnnnhhhh!" Her hips hollowed and swelled into curves as she rocked. She threw back her hair, raised her tightened face at the ceiling and opened her mouth in an anguished cry.

He tried to shut her up because her climax would make her scream the house down. But her lovely face contained all the sexual insanity a woman of her nature could possess. Her stuff slid down his instrument to gush hotly upon his balls. Then she was on him, mashing the big breasts into him, shuddering and fighting for breath.

Now he punched upward with the lower part of his body, using his cock to jab her into action, but she was an inert form atop him. Finally she lifted her head, smiling with satisfaction, and washed his lips with her wet mouth and tongue.

"I said I'd be quick, didn't I?" She hoisted a leg, deftly rising up and off him in one motion. He just had time to see the upper reaches of her long, luscious thighs awash with his spend and then she was out the door, sculptured buttocks bouncing.

"I'll be damned!" Hugh sat up, feeling unfulfilled, his penis throbbing so hurtingly.

That was when Jennifer, wrapped up in a thick bathrobe, looked in. Her hand went to her mouth and her eyes opened wide. "Good God!"

"Jennifer, baby, come here!"

"No, no!"

"Please!"

Her eyes were fixed on the penis, a veritable monument to male virility, as she backed out the door. "Oh, no, not with your sister racing around like that."

He sighed with frustration. Maybe there was some sort of promise in the remark, a suggestion that when his sister was asleep she might visit him. His fingers touched the wet, unsatisfied instrument. He'd have one of them later, girlfriend or sister, but he was going to bang the ass off one of them.

More than one hour had passed. In the living room down the hail the two girls conversed, they watched television, they drank wine-while Hugh waited. The fireworks he expected seemed to have fizzed out, and he lay in the dark, hands clasped behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.

He could not figure Jennifer out. She was ripe for sex, but perhaps the shower had cooled her off, strengthening her decision to wait until marriage before giving herself to him. At her age! There she was, cherishing his caresses, unable to hide her emotions; yet he had to turn to his sister for satisfaction.

In disgust he gave up. His erection was gone, his lusts had abated and he might as well hear the latest news and then go to sleep. One thing, though, he was going to have some second thoughts about marrying Jennifer.

He turned on his side to switch on the transistor radio. His door opened and Jennifer entered. She was wearing a flimsy nightgown, and even in the dim light he could distinguish her breasts, huge and round, floating forward as if they had a life of their own.

"Jenn…!"

"Sshhh!" She put a finger to her lips and came forward on tiptoe to sit at the bottom of his bed.

Why in hell didn't she take off that damned nightgown, he wondered. "What are you hushing me for? I expected you here hours ago."

"I want to talk awhile before I go to sleep," she whispered.

He reached for her, but when he dug his fingers into her arms Jennifer stiffened. As he pulled her on top of him, the lower portion of her body slipped between his opened legs. Immediately he was aroused, acquainting her with his previously unknown penis, large, hard, upright.

"No!" She struggled, but he snapped his legs to her hips, preventing her escape.

"Baby…!"

"No, Hugh… not yet… I am not ready yet."

"What the hell're you talking about?"

"I've prepared myself for this moment and yet I just can't!"

"This doesn't make sense. In this day and age, a girl and the man she's engaged to marry! Now come on! This thing is going into you!"

"I… I don't know what to do. Suppose it went badly between us? I'm frightened that it would ruin our marriage." She placed the palms of her hands against his chest. "Anyway, we're not in an empty house. Your sister's room is just down the hail."

"Oh hell!" He bent his back, trying to shove his hard penis between the slim, smoothly rounded thighs.

"Please don't!" The kiss she gave him now was too brief, too chaste. "There. Until tomorrow."

"Shit!" His sister's mouth had been hot and pulsing, her tongue a vital thing.

"Don't use that word!"

"Look, if you're going to start nagging…" It was best that she leave anyway because shortly afterward he would be at his sister's door, in her bed, and in her body.

"Now you're angry." She offered a better kiss this time, more open – mouthed.

Hugh pulled her to him and forced his hand inside the nightgown. The flimsy fabric strained, then tore all the way down the middle. The massive bosom was bared, the coral nipples as thick as thumbs.

"What're you now, a rapist?"

"Gee-zuz, those tits!"

"Stop!"

"They're enormous! Why in hell do you always dress to tone down the size of those things?"

"They're monstrous, that's why, and the rest of me doesn't match. When I'm nude it looks as if my boobs could pull me forward off balance."

He tried to suckle them and Jennifer pushed him back. "No, enough is enough!"

"It's the first time I've seen them, for Crissakes!"

"It won't be the last. Now let me get out of this room because you're running a hell of a temperature and, truthfully, the size of that thing is frightening."