William Scott: His horny sister

"In is the word," she said, lowering her shadowed eyelids.

Buoyed by a surge of happy anticipation, he jumped out of the car. She alighted and rounded the front of the small machine to meet him on the sidewalk. She snuggled into his arms, and they kissed.

Her tongue immediately entered his mouth. Groaning and pulling her more tightly against him, he stroked his tongue next to hers. He breathed in the delicate scent of her perfume and felt the quiver of her unharnessed tits through her blouse and his thin shirt.

Now his cock did straighten out. She felt it and twisted her belly responsively.

She broke the kiss and leaned back so that she could look him in the eyes, but they didn't relinquish their embrace.

"Peels like you're interested," she said in a low, sexy drawl.

"Let's go upstairs," he answered huskily.

Since the street and apartment house foyer were deserted, his hard-on didn't embarrass him. But it was uncomfortable walking with that stiffness in his pants. Barbara didn't draw attention to it. Right now she was only interested in getting into her apartment, as he was.

As soon as they had entered the attractive little place and the door had closed behind them, she came into his arms again. This time her tongue was out even before their ups touched, and she licked moistly across the outside of his mouth. He responded by protruding his own tongue, and they kissed that way for a while – with their tongues only – before finally their lips met and sealed warmly.

His hands moved up and down her back as they breathed through their noses and kept the tongue-thrashing kiss going, their saliva's mingling to form a singe sweet elixir of lust.

She slowly pulled up the back of her miniskirt and placed his hands on her pertly rounded ass, stroking the firm globes through her snug-fitting panty hose. His cock, which had lapsed on the way up to her apartment, once more rose, and she worked a hand between their bodies so that she could stroke the aggressive hardness through his trousers.

She tore her mouth from his, panting. "You're fast starting," she said. "That's what I like. A guy ought to be fast to start and slow to finish."

"I feel like taking all nigh I with you," he said.

She smiled, took him by the hand, and led him into the bedroom. She didn't turn on any lights. The glow which entered from the living room was sufficient.

"Let me undress you," he requested huskily.

"That's fine," she said, "as long as I get the same privilege."

That pleased him, and, after giving her a quick kiss on the lips, he happily began unwrapping his present.

The suspense wasn't long lasting, because Barbara wore only three articles of clothing in addition to her shoes. Steve's removal of her blouse exposed her firm, conical knockers. He twiddled their tips to make her nipples very tall and stiff, then bent and swiped his wet tongue across one of the sensitive points. She sucked in her breath.

After unfastening her skirt, he pushed it down. He squatted in front of her and took the skirt off her legs. Finally he pulled down her panty hose, baring her thick, dark pussy bush. Perfume rose to his nostrils from the inner slopes of her thighs as she lifted first one leg, then the other, and he peeled the clingy panty hose off her feet.

She stood nude in front of him, smiling down, her elflike face framed by her long black hair and her bangs. "See anything you like?" she drawled. "I see everything I like," he declared, and buried his open mouth in her soft, furry muff.

Since this wasn't his wife and her reputation and moral character were no concern of his, he wanted to do everything with her and have her do everything with him in return. He wasn't a square when he was away from Sharon.

He felt a nagging sense of guilt in the back of his mind, because he knew he shouldn't be in another girl's apartment, undressing her, and getting ready to fuck her. But Sharon had cheated on him, he reminded himself, and therefore he was entitled to strike back at her in this way. Anyway, he was a husband and she was a wife – that, to his mind, made a great deal of difference.

Barbara caressed his head and parted her legs in a wide-open stance, encouraging him to do whatever he liked as he knelt in front of her. What he wanted to do – and did – was to drive his tongue through the thicket of her pussy curls into the top of her juicy slit and on down, to where her cuntlips got thicker and there was much more juice between them. She had turned on quickly, as he had. His prick pounded in the prison of his pants as he licked and chewed at the soft, moist, erotically scented petals of her twat.

Finally he stood up. Her eyes were a little gassy, and she seemed unsteady on her feet. He had the impression that she wanted to lie down right away and spread her legs.

But she had asked for the privilege of undressing him, and she was determined to follow through on that. She hurriedly began opening the buttons down the front of his shin.

When she had the shirt open, she bent her head, as he had done with her, and licked across his nipples. This gave him an unexpected thrill. Not many girls took the trouble to lick a man's "tits", but it could be a rewarding experience for the male, as Steve discovered.

Barbara caught some of his chest hairs between her teeth and tugged at them, growling softly. He liked that also.

"Tigress," he told her, and tousled her hair.

She dropped to her knees in front of him and proceeded to take off his shoes and shocks. As she worked, she deliberately brushed her face across the protrusion of his pants front. Then, after his feet were bare, she gave him another unexpected bit of excitement by kissing his cock through, his pants and seizing the cramped column between her teeth.

"Oh slut, take my pants off!" he blurted.

She quickly unfastened his belt, opened the top of his trousers, and stripped the garment down. His boxer shorts came next, and she left both articles wound around his legs as she gave her full attention to the long, hard prick which had sprung forward as his shorts slid away.

Barbara didn't take his cock into her mouth immediately. She was an accomplished cocksucker, and she loved nothing better than the feel of a big thick prickhead and bony shaft between her jaws. But she knew that a man appreciated a certain amount of licking up and down his dick, as well, and over his hanging, wrinkled ball sac. She wanted to give Steve that pleasure.

She began by retracting his foreskin and holding his prick with a finger and thumb at its base. This wasn't to keep it up, because Steve had a bone-hard, soaring erection, but she wished to hold the shaft steady so that her tongue could achieve the maximum voluptuous effect. She licked gently all over the head of his cock, underneath it, and around the back of the head, in the sensitive groove just behind his coronal ridge.

His pecker jerked with excitement. He groaned and ran his hands through the girl's hair.

Now she fluttered her tongue along his column, moistening and tickling it exquisitely from head to base. Finally she held it straight up against his belly and began licking once more at its tip. She worked her tongue slowly down the underside of his cock until she reached his sac of nuts.

She didn't stop, but continued on down, buffeting his balls with her wagging tongue. Then she pinched the loose skin between a thumb and finger, lifting the sac so that she could lick its entire underside.

By now his excitement had reached such a state that his head felt light and giddy.

But there was more stimulation to come. Much more.

Barbara opened her mouth and took first one ball, then the other, into her moist oral cavity. She bathed his balls in her saliva and sucked on them gently. Her tongue agitated the sensitive masses just enough to stimulate him to the maximum bearable degree, but not so much as to cause him discomfort.