Ron Taylor - Nympho sisters next door

"You nasty little bastard!" she sighed. "You're licking me where I shit!"

He stuck a finger into his mouth, getting it wet, then he pushed it into her pussy. She would never again be as tight as Chloe but she was snug with lust, and the mesh of her cunt-muscles resisted the plunge of his finger. He persisted. His finger sank into her up to the knuckle. He rotated it, and Thalia screeched with delight.

"Yesssssss! Fuck my cunt with your motherfucking finger, baby!"

She bounced beneath him, her cunt sheathing and unsheathing his stabbing digit, while his tongue kept on arousing her excited whole.

The smell of her pussy was tangy in the air. She was coming her guts out while he diddled her. Good. The more she came, the better she fucked.

He gave her ass one more lick, then he climbed up her body, mounting her writhing flesh. He straightened out his prick, ramming it straight into Thalia's cunt.

The bulbous cock-knob parted her pussylips and sank into her.

She stiffened beneath him, gasping. "Ohhhh, Dwayne, fuck meeeee!"

Her legs folded around his body as she held him in a death grip. He rose up, withdrawing his cock, then he plunged home again, a savage fierce thrust that shook her like an earthquake. She closed her eyes, moaned, and climaxed again.

Dwayne pressed down with his prick, fully imbedding it in Thalia's pussy, and he held himself there, crammed to the balls in her cunt. The gravy of her cunt flowed around his cock, and her cunt walls sucked like a hundred thirsty mouths along the barrel of his shaft.

He began to fuck, doing it slowly, carefully, the friction of his cock maintaining the simmery heat that bubbled within her cunt. His fuckstrokes were long, strong, deep, and slow, and he felt her responding beneath him. She lifted her hips from the bed, levering herself with her legs around him.

Dwayne grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and stuffed it under Thalia's ass. His hands moved down to cup the cheeks of her ass. He held them possessively while he fucked his cock in and out of her bung hole. She couldn't stop moaning. The suction of her pussy on his prick increased.

Again he caressed her asscrack, tickling her shitter while he fucked her. She giggled like one of her daughters. His finger entered her shitter, and her blue eyes opened wide.

"You're incorrigible," she whispered. "Absolutely incorrigible!"

His finger poked into her asshole, the muscles resisting for a moment and then surrendering.

His finger went deep, and her eyes almost popped out of her skull.

"Bastard!" she gasped. "Dirty asshole fucking bastard!" whispered Dwayne.

"Bet your ass I am and after we finish this round, I'm really gonna fuck your asshole, mama!"

The words seemed to drive her wild. She rocked frantically beneath him, using every muscle in her cunt to grab his cock. His prick got stiffer and bigger inside her, and her cunt seemed to contract to almost unbearable tightness.

He had to fight for every fuck-stroke, but for a pussy like this, fighting was not too big a price to pay. He worked his hips, driving into her pussy with his prick, and his finger pushed deeper into her tight, greasy asshole.

"Oh, Dwayne, you fuck me likes God!" she screamed, bursting into yet another orgasmic explosion beneath him.

The words made his prick get bigger and bigger inside her. He leaned down, licking her hard-nippled tits where the pink buds extended over the lacy top of her bra. She moaned again, and he started to suck her tits, as if he expected them to squirt his mouth full of milk. His prick sawed more furiously into her cunt, and his finger continued to ream her asshole. She was coming and his balls were about to pop, too.

Suddenly he jerked his cock out of her pussy and aimed it at her face.

"Ohhhhh, Dwayne!" she sobbed as his jizz splattered her.

He'd intended to come in her cunt, but he had felt the sudden need to see her face slimy with his sperm, one more time!

She basked in his cum-spray, her hand massaging the sticky cum into her face and tits. Her other hand seized his prick, finished the job of draining him. She lapped the jizz off his prick and sucked at the cock-knob, thirsty for more. She didn't look like anyone's mother, blowing his sticky prick.

He collapsed beside her, panting. His prick would not go soft, and he knew he would fuck her again, but he needed a moment to catch his breath.

"God, I need a drink," she sighed, running a hand over his broad smooth chest.

She tweaked a nipple, leaned down to kiss it. She'd insisted on bringing a fifth of scotch.

Dwayne slid off the bed. "No ice."

She smiled, and now she looked exactly like somebody's mother, assigning a chore to a reluctant kid.

"Okay," Dwayne said, picking up pants. "I'll go get some more fucking ice, Thalia. But when I get back, you better watch your ass, baby – and I mean that literally!"

He zipped up, not bothering with a shirt, and he went to the door, barefooted. He went out – damn, it was still raining like a son of a bitch.

He pattered down the walkway in his bare feet.

Someone was already at the ice cooler. From the back, she looked good. It was a tousle-haired blonde, wearing a guy's shirt, and black stockings. He could see the garter straps coming down from under the tail of the shirt. He supposed she was wearing panties, but he couldn't really tell. She had a fine, fine ass.

She started to close the lid. "Don't bother, I need some ice, too." She turned, and he nearly shit. "Dwayne!"

Dwayne's brain was totally numb at the shock of the encounter.

Belinda couldn't believe what she saw when she turned around. She dropped her Styrofoam ice bucket and the ice cubes hit the pavement.

"You bastard! You couldn't go out with me but you're here at the Cozy Rest! What did you do, run into some slut who fucks better than I do?"

Her voice was loud. Dwayne blushed. He couldn't remember ever having blushed before, in his whole life. But he was a little embarrassed right now, and he thought he had the right to be. How would he ever explain to Belinda that he was fucking her mother in the next room up the row?

"You sonofabitch!" she went on, picking up some of the fallen ice cubes and throwing them at him. "You no-good sonofabitch!"

And at that moment the door behind Dwayne opened.

With Dwayne's shirt wrapped around her shoulders, Thalia Parsons leaned out of the doorway. "You better hurry up, stud! As soon as I get that drink, I'm going to blow your cock hard and let you stick it straight up my – Belinda!"

"Mom?" the teenaged blonde gasped.

Belinda stared at the open shirt, through which one of her mother's small firm tits protruded, her pink nipple stiff and perky.

And then both of the Parsons women turned to Dwayne.

"Surprise, surprise!" He shrugged.

The shit has hit the fan, he thought. Let's see how bad it stinks.

Joanna Murphy lay in bed, listening to the rain outside. It had been raining steadily for almost twenty-four hours.

Normally the sound of rain left Joanna in a mellow, laid-back mood. Not tonight. She was still thinking about what she had seen the other night in Dwayne's bedroom. Her nephew fucking little Chloe Parsons from next door.

She could hardly believe it, though her eyes had seen it all. And as she lay in the darkness, she found her mind reluctantly summoning up the image of Chloe, naked, seductive. God, she thought, I'm old enough to be her mother! And her mother is my best friend!

But the sparkle in the girl's blue eyes, the quivery jiggle of her tiny tits, the excitement with which she'd forced her pussy to Dwayne's big hard cock – the images simply would not go away! And the more she thought about them, the more vivid they became to Joanna Murphy.