Unknown - Wanting Everyone

"Ahharrgggahhh!" she moaned out in reveling pleasure.

His fat cock seemed to sink at least two inches deeper into the juicy gash of her quim. The knobby crown of his prick threatened to bang against the ring of her cervix.

Her legs raised in the air, she lost most of the leverage needed for movement.

She squirmed and writhed, trying to hunch up and meet the ravishing strokes of her brother's massive tool. The results were fantastic. His cock whipped around and gyrated within the wet folds of her sex.

Downward the thickness of his shaft plummeted into the moist harbor of her pussy. The tight cheeks of her ass swished against the bed-spread. She concentrated, clamping down with the well- toned muscles of her stomach.

Her brother groaned, fiery friction burning lust around the entrenched lance of his prick. He pulled up, his whole body quivering with need and desire. Up to the very lips of her cunt he slid, then rammed back down, jarring her body under his full weight.

It was so good. The young black-haired beauty found her body and mind completely under the command of her brother's deep- reaming cock. She loved her husband, loved the sex they shared.

But this was her own brother, her first lover, the man who had taken her hymen and made her a woman.

Deep within the molten core of her pussy, fires flared higher and higher. She soared with them, letting their consuming flames lick through every cell of her trembling body. She came hard and long, groaning and moaning while her brother's stiff offering continued to plow the sweet, quivering gash of her pussy.

Then he suddenly went rigid. Throwing himself firmly into the fleshy saddle of her crotch. Hot spurts of sperm and semen blasted from the slitted mouth of his cock. He came, grunting and groaning like some bull in rut.

She accepted the gushing fountains of his lust. She squeezed down around his jerking prick. She milked him with the folds of her pussy, trying to drain the last drop of his come from his balls.

His lust spent, he sagged into her, his muscles, a moment before boulder-hard, now flaccid and quivering.

"You're some man, Jace Tuning," she whispered with a sigh of contentment. "You don't know how much I've wanted this."

Weakly, he pushed up on his elbows, hovering above her. For a few seconds, his eyes just caressed the beauty of his sister's face with their loving gaze.

Then, he kissed her.

They held each other close until his cock, limp and spent, slithered from her come-filled quim. Then Jace rolled to his back, pulling two cigarettes from a pack on the bedstand and lighting both.

Handing one of the cigarettes to Melinda, he said, "Now that I've had you again, I don't want to give you up."

"I know," she replied, taking a long drag from the cigarette.

"But how do we handle it? I really don't like the idea of sneaking around and cheating on Phil and Susan."

"I don't either," Jace answered. "But I don't see how else we can manage it. If we're careful and not greedy…"

"They'll find us out sooner or later," Melinda said, knowing it was impossible to keep it from Phil and Susan.

"Then what do we do?" Jace asked. "We can't tell them. I don't want to lose Susan. Melinda, I love my wife."

She nodded. "Can't see spending my life with anyone but Phil. I don't know what to do. I don't think…"

The sound of a car pulling off the highway interrupted Melinda. The raven-haired beauty slipped from the bed and went to the window.

"It's Phil and Susan," Melinda said, scurrying around the room gathering up her clothing. She ran to her brother and kissed him. "If we're careless like this, we'll have to explain everything before either of us is ready."

With that she turned and ran into the bedroom she and Phil were using. Pulling her ski outfit from a suitcase, she tossed it on the bed, then slipped into the shower to wash away the traces of her brother's seed oozing from the still pouting lips of her pussy.

Susan stirred in that drowsy state of semi-awareness of half- sleep. Satisfying memories moved slowly within her mind, replaying themselves.

After returning from the store, the four of them had managed one run down the intermediate slope before darkness, then a very nice dinner before the blazing fireplace. Somewhat surprisingly, Jace and Melinda seemed to be tearing down whatever barrier had risen between them.

Then, she sighed to herself, she and Jace had retired to their bedroom. Despite the physical demands of skiing, her husband didn't have sleep on his mind.

Instead, after they stepped from the shower, he balled her on the bathroom floor. To her amazement, his cock had already risen to the task again by the time they slipped under the sheet. He took her again, bringing her off five times before he blasted his desire into her quivering cunt. His prick still nestled within her, they had drifted off to sleep.

Susan rolled over and reached out to snuggle closer to Jace.

Her groping arm embraced empty air.

Her eyes opened wide and awake. Her hand patted the vacant bed as though disbelieving its emptiness. Then she smiled to herself.

Midnight snack, she thought. That man of mine is always ready for food.

Not that the thought of a sandwich was bad, she pondered.

She threw back the sheets and eased from the bed. Slipping her feet into a pair of warm house slippers, she walked to a closet and pulled out a robe to cover her nakedness.

From the hall, she saw a glow coming from the kitchen. She smiled and shook her head. She had been right about Jace's late night hunger.

Tiptoeing down the hall so as not to wake Phil and Melinda, she made her way to the kitchen. However, Jace was nowhere to be found. A light was on and a package of cold-cuts, mustard and bread were on the table, but no Jace.

"Ohhhhhh," a feminine moan came from the den. "Ahhhhhh.

That's it. Yessssss."

A trembly sensation raced up and down her spine. Phil and Melinda? She smiled, feeling like a schoolgirl again, spying on couples parked on Lovers Lane.

However, these weren't two strangers. It was her brother and his wife. She stepped toward the door to the den, then stopped. She shook her head. She wasn't a Peeping Tom. Even a quick glance would be an invasion of their privacy.

She turned to retrace her steps back to the bedroom, but then glanced back to the door. The urge to take one quick glimpse at the couple was too overpowering. With a somewhat guilty shrug of her shoulders, she quickly moved to the swinging door.

Her heart hammering with delicious, wicked excitement, she pressed the door inward. Melinda's muffled moans came louder now, but Susan couldn't see anything. The den was dark, except for the red and orange glow from the fireplace. She pushed the door further in.

And there was Melinda. An aroused quiver of arousal tickled its way up Susan's back. The young raven-haired girl was so beautiful. Since that night alone when they had explored the delights of woman-to-woman love, Susan had been unable to remove the vision of Melinda's nakedness from her mind. Now, seeing her completely disrobed again, Susan found her body coming alive with growing lust.

A man's hands glided smoothly over the proud cones of Melinda's tits. Thumbs pressed down atop the stiff nipples topping each creamy mound. The younger woman moaned and trembled.

Her dark eyes fluttered close and her sensual mouth writhed in passion.

Susan inched the door open a bit more, but was still unable to see Phil. Only his forearms and his constantly tit-fondling hands were visible.

Phil's fingers squeezed into the tempting cones of his wife's breasts. Her flesh, glowing red in the firelight, squelched up between his fingers. Melinda groaned, thrusting her tits into his palms. Her own hands reached out fondling …