David Crane: The wild west family

Those buds shot out like bullets and his cockhead loomed like a cannonball.

"Juice me, Jack – hose my tits!" she whined. Her eyes were glazed with lust and she was trembling for the feel of his hot, thick fuck-juice splashing all over her tits and nipples.

Jack aimed his knob at her tits and began to jerk on his stalk vigorously. His piss-hole opened and a glob of gooey pre-spunk oozed out. It spread out on the purple slab like cream on a fat plum.

Bunny's cute little nose twitched as she breathed in the musky aroma of heated cockmeat and the starchy fragrance of his preliminary seepage.

The pungent perfume of his prick was tantalizing the horny nymphette. Her mouth was drooling and her cunt was smoldering. If only he wasn't her brother, she thought.

Some tenacious inhibition told her that she mustn't let things get out of hand, that incest was taboo – but that feeling was fading away in the heat of her desire.

She thought that it wouldn't be too naughty if she were to finish the job for him. A handjob wouldn't be like really committing incest, she reasoned.

She was about to offer to take over.

But then Jack began to shake and tremble.

"Here it comes, Sis…" he gasped.

"Oooooh – cream my tits – slime me, Jack!" she wailed.

Her back arched deeper and she shoved her tits out. Her eyes crossed as she turned her fascinated gaze in on the head of his prick, waiting eagerly for the magic moment when his jizz spurted out.

His fist frigged back violently.

His cumbags exploded and his cock-shaft rippled as the heavy load rushed up the hollow core. His piss-hole gaped wide open and his knob surged.

His hot, thick fuck-juice squirted from his prick and splashed on his sister's tits.

Bunny squealed with joy. The stuff felt as hot and as solid as melted lead.

Jack shot a second spurt out on the backstroke, then a third as his hand jacked back toward his balls. Cum slathered her tit-mounds and clung to her nipples and slimed into the cleft between her thrusting tits.

"Don't stop – keep cumming," she whimpered.

Jack was not about to stop. His balls seemed bottomless, his spunk load endless, his vitality boundless. He shot off as he pumped back and squirted as his fist yanked up, a steady stream of slime pouring from his piss-hole.

A creamy wad skimmed over the upper slopes of her tits and splashed in the fluttering hollow of her delicate throat, then ran beck down her breast bone in a glistening tide and seeped into her cleavage.

She was soaking from tits to belly, so coated with cum that she looked like a glazed donut. At long last Jack was drained.

But not for long.

Bunny sat back, on her heels and tilted her head down, staring at her slimy tits.

Jack slumped back in the chair.

His balls were deflated and slack now, but his formidable cock was still standing rampant in his fist. It had softened only slightly.

Bunny began to massage her tits, working his cum into her tit-meat with both hands. She pulled on her vibrant titty tips, making them explode.

Jack jerked his prick in his fist, shaking a few cum drops from the knob, cracking it like a whip.

His balls were already starting to swell again. What was a single cumming to a potent young man under these circumstances.

But then Bunny got to her feet on shaky legs. She grinned at her brother, showing him that she had no regrets or misgivings. But then she stepped back. Bunny was seething with desire and she was afraid that if she stayed in the room with him she was not going to be able to control her unholy urges.

The girl was yearning to suck his prick and let him shove it up her cunt – but her inhibitions were still clinging in her conscience, telling her it was taboo.

She knew that she had better leave before she succumbed to her raging lust – to give herself another hand-job in privacy and relieve the desperate pressure.

"That was fun," she said, giving him a wink – trying to make light of the situation and conceal the raging turmoil of her emotions.

"Anytime you wanna do it again!" he rasped.

She was backing away step by step. "Yeah – well, you can cream my tits again, sometime – but now I better take a shower," she said. She grinned. "We don't want Mom and Dad to see me with spunky tits."

She hesitated, then turned and left the room, her ass swinging provocatively in her sheer nightie.

Jack watched her go, grinning.

He had often had naughty fantasies about his sexy kid sister while he was beating his meat but he had never expected anything to happen between them.

Now the horny boy was wondering just how hot Bunny was – and if she would be game for more than a tit splashing.

He sure hoped so.

He didn't suppose that she would let him actually fuck her, but maybe the next time she would jerk him off and let him give her a fingerfucking, at least.

His cock was hard as a stone again and he could feel another cum load seeping, drop by drop, into his balls.

Bunny was going to take a shower.

Jack figured that he would give her time to get started, then wander into the bathroom. At the very least he could get a look at her stark naked.

He would, too.

And he wasn't die only one.

As soon as she was around the archway, Bunny leaned back against the wall, panting and dizzy with desire. She hadn't dared to do it in front of her brother, but she was dying to taste his creamy spunk.

She ran her hands up over her tits, scooping up congealing slime in her palms.

She brought her hands up under her chin and tipped her face down. Her tongue flashed out. She lapped up that sibling spunk greedily.

"Ummmm," she purred.

If her brother's fuck-juice was so scrumptious even tasted secondhand, just think what it would be like to swallow a load right out of his spurting cock!

She licked her hands clean, then gathered some more juice from her belly and tits. She dipped her hand between her legs and soaked it in her cunt for a moment, then drew it up and slurped hungrily, tasting a combination of fuckjuice and cunt-cream blended together.

Her mouth was so hot that the girl thought that her tongue might melt.

Her cunt was even hotter.

Bunny staggered as she moved away from the wall and went back upstairs. She was planning to give her cunt a thorough frigging in the shower and see if she could reduce her frenzied desire on her own hands.

Otherwise she didn't know what she would do…

Marianna was slumbering again.

She had creamed twice, in Peter's mouth and then on his plunging prick and, contented, she had gone back to sleep on this lazy Sunday morning.

But Peter had only cum one time and he was looking forward to getting his rocks off again.

He gazed at her as she slept peacefully, tempted to mount her and ram the rod up her cunt again. But then he figured he should let her rest for a while, biding his time patiently and enjoying the later sex even more for the delay.

He decided to take a shower while he waited.

Fucking was sweaty work.

He got out of bed, careful not to disturb her and went on down to the bathroom. His cock was tense, not fully erect but showing every sign of renewed vigor as if bowed out in a fat parabola in front of him.

There were two shower stalls in the bathroom. Peter entered one, adjusted the spray and soaped his well-muscled body. His cock and balls were gooey from Marianna's cunt and he lathered them up. As he did so, his cock responded, rising up rampant and randy.

He turned the shower spray off and stood there, contemplating his prick. He wrapped his hand around it and gave a stroke, skimming through the slippery soapsuds.

He had no intention of jerking off – not with his voluptuous wife in bed and available – but it felt pleasant to play with his prick a bit, getting it ready for her cunt.