John Kellerman: Sisters in heat

"Fuck me, Stevie!" she begged. Her mouth felt bruised and hungry for kisses. "Fuck me real good!"

He was on her like a leopard. The tennis skirt was forgotten. She felt it tangle across her belly as Steve fumbled frantically to push the fevered tip of his cock into her slick cunt.

She worked her ass in wild circles, trying to help him find the right place. Then the tip slipped down her divide and popped past the muscles at her pussy's mouth. He rammed deep in two lunges. She was skewered, fucked completely. In less than a minute she felt herself about to come.

Steve was hunching his strong hips hard, his shaft sliding under and in… so deep… so very deep.

"Oh Stevie… I wanted it to last so long and already I'm gonna… Ohh uhnnn… Help… Jesus Christ, help!"

"Robin… baby… I love you!"

He pushed his tongue deep into her mouth and she sucked it ravenously as the throes of her climax raped her senses. She clutched her brother's back and ground her hot cunt against his loins. He fucked her with strong, hard thrusts. She came screaming. Her head flopped helplessly on the pillow and Steve caught her ear in his mouth and filled her pussy with frothing seed.

"Your cunt's like silk inside… Oh God Robin… I think I've finally lost my mind…"

"Baby, darling… Steve."

She bucked and twisted. Wound her legs over the backs of his and crashed her hard, young body up and down.

As they quieted, the semen leaked out of her cunt and onto the sheet. Steve started to move away, but she hugged him tight and clenched down the muscles of her cunt. The clasping folds held his cock deep, deep inside her.

"We didn't even think about not making a baby," Steve breathed.

"It's okay." Robin moved her hips gingerly, frowning a little.

"I really think my period just started. You must have done it." She slipped a finger down to the place where her brother's cock disappeared between her parted cuntlips. When she brought it close to her eyes, it was tinged with red. "It's started!"

"Jesus," Steve said, "at least we don't have that to worry about!"

"Just the going to hell." Robin laughed, kissed her big brother's nose. He tried to look worried but smiled finally and kissed her lips.

"Please move back home, Stevie," she said after a while. Her cunt tightened down on his cock for emphasis.

"Yeah… I'm gonna move back home today."

"There he is!" Marcia said, grasping her uncle's arm.

Nat stabbed out his cigarette and swung down out of the pick-up truck. Sam Philbert was standing in the bright sunlight just outside the Hilton hotel. He didn't look half so threatening as she'd remembered. Especially when he saw Nat coming at him.

The black doorman seemed to sense something immediately. He backed off a step to watch. Marcia was close enough to hear everything.

"You Sam Philbert, ain't ya?"

"Why… uh, yes."

"Okay, you sonofabitch, I got something to tell."

The passing roar of a bus drowned out the words, but Marcia could see Uncle Nat motioning back toward the pick-up, could see the big muscles snaking under his tight cowboy shirt.

Sam glanced her way as if he'd never seen her before in his life. The black doorman was smiling now. His eyes met Marcia's and the smile broadened.

Even at that distance she thought she saw him wink.

Sam was still talk, gesturing. Sam Philbert's face was white. He put his expensive leather gloves in his pocket and looked like he wanted to run. Nat finished what he was saying and hitched his cock in his tight jeans. Sam nodded bleakly and dropped his eyes.

Uncle Nat came back toward the truck smiling. Marcia thought he looked fantastic for a man close to forty. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his body.

She smiled. She knew there wasn't any fat on him. She'd been over every square inch.

"Well?" she smiled, clapping her hands together as he slipped behind the wheel and started the engine.

"Mr. Philbert won't be giving you any more trouble, honey. After that shit his old man pulled with the union, he sure don't want a bunch of truckers leaning on his ass." Nat yanked the truck out into traffic. Marcia smiled back at the black doorman and he gave her a little salute before the pick-up leaned around the corner and away.

"Where to now?" she chirped. She felt better than she'd felt in months. She felt free and clean and good inside. She hugged Nat's muscled arm.

"I better get you home. Told Ralph we were just going to be gone for a little bit."

"Ohhhh, Nat! I don't want to go home."

"Now listen, sugar, if you think we can keep this little thing of ours going without ending up in one hell of a big mess…"

"Nat, ohhh, Nat… I'm in love with you." She pushed a hand inside his shirt, pulled her fingers across his hard belly. "And you love me too. You said so."

"I'm crazy about you. But…" Marcia had his jeans unbuttoned already. And his cock jumped to meet her fingers as she jerked it free of his skivvies.

Nat's face was bright red. "Hey… damn you, Marcia."

The bleating noise of city traffic came in the windows as she dropped her head into her uncle's lap. In broad daylight his cock looked even bigger than she'd remembered. But her wet lips fit smoothly around the tip just as if they'd been born to it. As she dropped her head lower, the foreskin was forced back to expose the taut glans to her teeth and tongue.

Nat made a growling sound in his throat and ground the gears. He let the clutch out too fast and the truck bucked, almost killing the engine.

"Not here, damn it… Marcia, damn!"

She tried to forget that other time she'd done anything like this. That time with Sam. Maybe when it was all said and done, Sam had done her a favor. Maybe something good had come out of the bad. She wouldn't have gotten so wonderfully mixed up with Uncle Nat again if it hadn't been for Sam Philbert. And though he'd been crude and awful to her, he had blasted through some of her fears.

She wasn't afraid to do what she was doing now. Nat's huge prick felt so right in her mouth. She wondered what his cum would taste like. She yearned for it, pulled her tongue teasingly along the underside of his cockshaft as her fingers lifted his heavy balls, rolling them in their sac.

"If I don't wreck this here truck, it'll be a miracle." Nat's fingers petted her head.

She felt the truck turn and descend a ramp and it got darker in the cab. Nat stopped long enough to take a parking ticket from an automatic machine then wound through the underground basement and stopped in a space near a dark corner. She saw where they were, smiled at him with glossy lips and dropped her mouth again to the lovely, steamy-skinned prick that jutted from his fly. His cock would hardly fit in her mouth, but that was just because she wasn't practiced. She wanted to become practiced, very practiced. She bobbed her head as far down as she could, fighting back the urge to gag as the pulsing crown tickled her throat.

"Ahhhh, baby…" Nat tickled her neck with his thumb. "It's too early in the day for a man to take that kind of torture."

He pulled her up and kissed her spit-soaked mouth. Then he opened the door of the truck and pulled her out. It happened so fast, Nat was so sure and strong when he wanted to do something… Marcia panted against his shoulder as he pushed her ass back against the fender of the pick-up and forced her dress up.

"Uhhhh… Nat… Ohhhh! God in heaven I love you! You're the best! You're the best ever…"

As Nat's big cock pushed up the inside of her thigh, he held the silk of her panties to one side. He entered forcefully, deeply. Her feet left the floor of the garage, her quivering ass flattened against the metal side of the truck.

"Oh honey… Ohhh yess!" Her dainty cuntlips moved apart slickly, coating his huge cock with cuntjuice. Nat fuck her against the truck. One sandal slipped from her foot and clattered to the concrete.