Frank Levy: One bed family

But he didn't. He fucked faster and faster and harder and harder until she came off in one long scream of animal passion, her mind melting in billows of flaming lust.

But he kept on fucking! Tears and snot were running all over her face, and she was begging him to stop. She couldn't take any more. She couldn't stand it. The pleasure was so intense that her body was writhing and jerking in spasms like she was having a fit. She couldn't swallow or even breathe right because every bit of her being was tied up in her cunt and her clit and the fucking he was giving her. She screamed for him to pull it out.

His voice came to her through clouds of passion. "Now you're ready. Now, you know what I was talking about. Listen to me, cunt! I'm going to fuck you until you come apart like a used-up doll. I'm going to fuck you like you never been fucked before. Feel my fucker up your cunt hole and take it!" he snarled.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her right up off the sofa in his strong arms. She was still impaled on his prong, and he was still driving it into her body like a jackhammer. He turned her over, upside-down, and put her back on the sofa. Her head was hanging over the edge, and her body was curled up in a ball around his crotch. He held her against the back of the couch and got up with his feet on each side of her body, steadying her ass with one hand.

When he was in the position he wanted, be picked up his speed once again and began raping his cock faster and faster into her cunt. She was screaming at the top of her lungs. She couldn't form the words very well, but half the time she was begging him to stop, and the rest of the time she was begging him to fuck her harder.

It was only a minute or so before she knew that she was going to cum again, and she knew that she was going to die this time. He was going to kill her with his cock. And from his snarls and roars, she knew that he was going to cum at the same time. He was going to fuck his cum into her cunt at the same moment that he fucked her to death. And she didn't care. She didn't care at all. It was the best way to die there ever was. Just let me feel him fucking his shit into me before I go! was all she could think.

When it was about to happen, he reached down between their bodies and grasped his hairy sac of balls in his fist. He squeezed down hard on them, hard enough to make a man scream with pain in any ordinary circumstances. He forced his nuts down to the bottom of the bag, and then he took his balls and frigged them hard on her clit, as hard as his mighty arm could rub them on her.

She felt his fuck cream forced out of his balls in great gushing streams, up from his tortured nuts to the root of his fucking cock, out the length of his tube, into her blazing, crazy, jiving, jazzing cunt, and she came with him and screamed and stopped breathing!

She came to half an hour later. The thunderstorm was over, but Henry wasn't finished. She was lying on the sofa, her breathing still ragged and irregular, her face swollen and flushed with sexual exhaustion. There he was on the floor with Mary Lou and Junior. Junior was on his back with his big cock up his sister's cunt, fucking her for all he was worth while Henry had his tool up her asshole and was fucking her from behind!

From the looks on the faces of the brother and sister, it had been going on for a long time. Junior had been shooting fountains of cream up his sister's cunt every time that Henry made her cum off, but the little guy had held off again until he had worn both of them out. He was holding onto Mary Lou's tits like they were the reins on a horse as he prepared to give her his jism the same way he had done with Cindy. She was in an absolute agony of passion, Cindy could tell, and she knew just how she felt. Poor Junior was doing his damnedest to keep up with the strange boy, but she could tell that this would be his last orgasm of the day, too.

She was right. Henry jerked Mary Lou right up into the air with the force of his fucking. Junior's cock was left to shoot its fuck cream up at her body as she dangled, screaming and creaming with her asshole on Henry's plunging staff. She passed out with her brother in gurgling shouts of lust as the jets of gushing jism sprayed into her butt hole.

Mr. Preston sighed with satisfaction and laid her gently down on top of her fucked-out brother. He turned to Cindy as he picked up a piece of Junior's shredded clothes and began to wipe of his cock.

"That was a nice party," he said. "You think my clothes are dry by now?"

The big semi rumbled to a stop in the gravel parking lot outside the small diner. It was eleven o'clock at night, and there were only three or four trucks parked outside the place. The simple neon sign said "EATS". It wasn't what you would call a very fancy place. The faint light barely lit the faces of George and Sam in the cab of the truck.

Sam was pale, and his hands were sweating, but his rod stirred in his crotch all the same.

"This is where she's supposed to be workin', son. She works the night shift and gets off at midnight I was told. Now, I'm leavin' it up to you as to how you want to handle it. I'm going to take the truck back to that motel we was at and stay there 'til I hear from you. If you want to bring her back there, then go ahead. If you think it's best not to, then I'll be waiting for you to meet me there when you're finished. Good luck!"

"How will I know which one she is, Poppa?"

"Well, you know her name's Blanche. She'll probably be wearin' one of them name tags. And your sister looks a lot like she did when she was her age. You shouldn't have no trouble pickin' her out."

"Okay, Poppa. Be seein' you." He got out of the truck and walked toward the diner as his father pulled away.

Inside the place looked like all the other little truck stops. There was a counter, a line of booths, and one corner filled with all kinds of magazines, tobacco, and that kind of crap. Two truckers were sitting together at one table with a waitress hanging over them, laughing and joking with them. She had jet-black hair, so Sam was pretty sure that she wasn't his mom.

The only other woman in the place was behind the counter scrubbing down the grill. She had her back to the door, and all Sam could see was a mass of flaming-red hair piled up on the top of her head. His mom didn't have red hair, so he was puzzled and wondered what to do. Maybe she wasn't working that night. He figured that he would buy a cup of coffee and ask around for a waitress named Blanche.

He felt a little more at ease as he walked over to the counter and climbed up on one of the stools. The place was messy, but not so dirty that you would worry about eating there. The woman working on the grill turned around a little bit at the sound of his approach and said, "Be right with you, mister." He flushed a little at the sound of being called mister. He picked up a menu in one of those greasy plastic holders and looked at it.

"Hello, sonny. What are you doin' out at this time of night? What you want to order?" the woman said. He looked up to ask for a cup of coffee and looked into his mom's face. There was no mistake about it. Her hair was the wrong color, but he realized that she must have dyed it. Her cheeks were rosier than Mary Lou's, but otherwise the faces were just the same. There on her big, luscious bosom was a name plate with "Blanche" on it. He swallowed hard in his confusion.

"I'd like a cup of coffee, please," he stuttered.

She looked at his face with some interest for a few seconds.

"Just bring me a cup of coffee, and make it black."

"Sure, honey. Comin' right up." She turned and poured a cup of coffee for him and brought it over to the counter. She looked at him again with some interest in her eyes. "You're a fine-lookin' young man."