Lew Woods: Family secrets

Samantha squirmed in anticipation as Carter approached her hairy cunt area.

"Oh, yes," she said. "Eat me, Carter! Eat my pussy, honey!"

Carter felt Samantha grasp his hard cock and direct it toward her mouth as he plunged his face between her legs. He deliberately parted the lips of her warm cunt with his fingers and went down on her as she spread her thighs to welcome his tongue into her juicy pussy.

"Oh, yes!" she gasped.

Then she swallowed him. She pressed her full lips around his round shaft and licked the head of his dick. Simultaneously she pressed his head deeper into her cunt, urging him to eat her.

Carter stayed down, relishing his meal. He teased Samantha's clit with his tongue and licked her cunt eagerly. He thrust his face deep into her pussy, ate her hungrily, and tasted her warm juices.

At the same time Samantha worked out on his huge dick. She gulped it deep into her throat and bobbed her head on it voraciously. With one plunge of her head she was able to get the whole of Carter's massive cock into her deep throat. She came up gradually, bobbing her head as she rose. She licked the head of his dick again and teased it with gentle biting. She came up and let out a series of urgent screams.

"Oh, my God!" she yelled. "Oh, yes, Carter! Eat me! Eat my pussy!"

Carter kept lapping her cunt juices, and Samantha's body began to vibrate in spasms of climax.

"Oh, yes!" she screamed repeatedly. "Eat my pretty pussy! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes, Carter!"

Carter came up and reversed his position on Samantha's lusting body.

"Oh, yes!" she screamed again. "Fuck me, Carter! I want your dick in me! Oh, Carter, I love you!"

Carter's large shaft eased into Samantha's widely spread cunt hole, and Carter felt a newly discharged flood of warm juices surround his massive cock.

"Oh, baby!" he shouted as he began fucking his sister-in-law mercilessly.

"Fuck me hard!" Samantha urged. "Ram it home, lover!"

She spread her legs and began bucking up furiously to meet Carter's powerful thrusts. Beads of perspiration popped out over her straining body as she strove to keep up with Carter's torrid fucking pace.

"Hang in there, you horny bitch!" Carter shouted. "You're a Goddamn she-cat!"

"Oh, hell yes!" Samantha squealed. "And you're my fucking tom!" Samantha clawed Carter's back with her sharp nails, and blood gushed from the deep scratches as she screamed and screeched like a wildcat.

Carter increased the force of his powerful thrusts in response to Samantha's painful scratching.

"You wild bitch!" he shouted. "I'm going to fuck the hell out of you!"

The lustful creature beneath him did not collapse under the increased pressure, though. She moaned and groaned as she increased the strength behind her thrusts to match those of Carter.

"Oh, my God, Carter, you can fuck!" she praised. "I love how you fuck! I love your body!"

The frenzied sex act continued for several minutes and then Samantha felt herself nearing another wild climax. She began to gasp and shout frantically.

"Oh, Goddamn, Carter!" she exclaimed. "Oh, my God, here it comes! Oh, yes! Oh, my God, yes!"

Samantha's body began to quake as she kept up her urgent cries and pleas.

Carter felt a load welling up in his immense shaft, and he kept pumping Samantha's churning cunt as he readied it for discharge. He released the warm fluid in quick spurts into her hungry body, and her gnawing cunt milked him dry.

"Oh, my God!" Samantha shouted as she felt the warm semen enter her pussy. "What a load! Oh, Carter, I love you!"

Samantha's body went through one last spasm of motion and then sank back to the bed in exhaustion.

"Oh, what a fuck!" she gasped. "Oh, Carter, I love your dick!"

"I love your pretty cunt, too," Carter said.

"And I love you," Samantha added. "Oh, Carter, marry me."

"But you're already married," Carter protested.

"Not for long," Samantha explained. "I've already filed for divorce. It's you I love."

"You too?" Carter asked.

"What do you mean?" Samantha asked, a note of anxiety in her voice.

"Your mother said the same thing. She said she'd already filed for divorce, too."

A gleam of jealousy lit Samantha's eyes. "And what did you tell her?" she asked.

"The same thing I'm going to tell you," Carter said firmly. "No."

Samantha's eyes began to form tears.

"I love fucking you," Carter said, "but I don't love you. If fucking is not enough for you, then I guess we'll just have to call the whole thing off."

"Well, it's not enough," Samantha declared. "I don't want to share you with Melinda or anyone else."

"Yeah, that seems to be what everyone's saying now," Carter observed.

He picked his shirt up off a nearby chair and took a cigarette from the pocket. He lit it and smoked it calmly as Samantha began to dress.

When Samantha had finished putting her clothes on, she started for the door. At the threshold, she turned to Carter once again.

"If you change your mind, lover, you know where to find me," she invited.

"Yeah, same here," Carter said.

Samantha threw a kiss to him and then tufted and walked stoically out of the room.

After Samantha had gone, Carter sat contemplatively in his hotel room for a few minutes. He smoked another cigarette and then walked to the phone. He dialed the Henderson home, hoping Cathy would answer. She did.

"Hi, baby," Carter greeted. "How's it going?"

"Carter, are you crazy?" Cathy whispered over the phone. "Call me here after what happened last night! Daddy's still furious. If he caught me talking to you, he'd shoot us both."

"I'm crazy for your sweet cunt, baby," Carter teased. "Come and see me tonight. I'm staying at the Rail Hotel."

"Will do," Cathy assured. She smacked her lips and hung up quickly.

That evening Cathy arrived at Carter's hotel room wearing her patented wardrobe of blue jean cut-offs and halter top.

"Oh, Carter," she swooned. "I'm so glad to see you. I've been so afraid."

"What are you afraid of?" Carter asked.

"I don't know," Cathy stammered. "I'm just upset over what happened last night."

"Well, just calm down, and let's have some fun," Carter suggested suavely.

"Okay, big man," Cathy consented. She threw back her long blonde hair and smiled knowingly at her brother-in-law.

Carter and Cathy both undressed quickly. "Let's play Little Red Riding Hood, and I'll be the Big Bad Wolf." Carter climbed into bed and pulled the sheet over his naked body.

Cathy walked boldly outside the room into the hotel hallway in the nude. An old man passing by turned in amazement to look at Cathy's fine naked body, tripped, and fell down the stairway. Cathy passed it off with a smile and knocked on Carter's hotel room door.

"Who's there?" Carter said in a gruff voice.

"Grandma, it's Little Red Riding Hood," said Cathy in a dainty voice.

"Oh, come in," said Carter, feigning an old woman's voice.

Cathy stepped inside and came to the bedside. "My, Grandma, what big eyes you have," said Cathy with a smile.

"The better to see your pretty face with," Carter said.

"My, what a big mouth you have," Cathy said.

"The better to eat your fine pussy with," said Carter laughingly.

Cathy flung the sheet off Carter's body. Her eyes grew large, and her mouth fell open in feigned shock. "My, Grandma, what a big dick you have!" she cried.

"The better to fuck you with, Little Red Riding Hood," said Carter in a deep voice.

"Oh, no!" shouted Cathy in a giggly voice as she folded her arms across her tits in a faked protective response.

"Oh, yes," Carter insisted. "This wolf's going to screw his Little Red Riding Hood." Carter reached out and grabbed Cathy's arm and pulled her toward him.