William Scott: His horny sister

Finally she let his nuts tumble free and worked her way up the shaft of his prick once more, this time tongue-stroking it harder. By the time she arrived at the head of his cock, her tongue turned into an instrument of exquisitely pleasurable torture as it lashed briskly at his peckerhead, bouncing his whole big prick back and forth.

And to cap the climax of this little phase of their lovemaking, Barbara quickly slid her lips down over his fat, drooling glans and gave the large knob several head-jerking sucks before releasing it and letting it bob up and down as it pulsated, almost ready to blow.

"Ooh, baby, that's too much!" Steve groaned. "Wow, you really know how to do it!"

She chuckled softly and got to her feet.

"Do you think you can do me as well?" she asked, looking him right in the eyes.

"I'm sure as hell going to try," he promised, his voice hoarse from the tension that was coursing through every fiber of his being.

She lay down on the bed and steepled her knees, spreading them wide apart. This opened up her gash and, even though the light in the room was dim, he could make out all the intimate features of her cunt.

With his eyes trained on the enticing display and his stiff cock proving his continued interest, he sprawled on the bed in front of her open crotch. First he took a deep breath of the exciting combination of perfume and fresh, sweet cunt. Then he moved in, his tongue already extended and dribbling its desire for the luscious feast.

He thought that he could never behave quite this aggressively and uninhibitedly with Sharon, and he felt somehow that it wasn't right for her to behave in such a manner with him. Even if he had taught her about it himself – and he'd had several months during which to do so before he went away – it still wouldn't have seemed proper to his Victorian oriented mind.

But for him to behave this way with a whore, or with a casual pickup like Barbara – why not? They didn't count. They were just bodies and lips and tongues for him to use. Just sluts.

A wife was a wife and a slut was a slut.

But what an attractive, warm, and lovable slut Barbara was! he mused.

He took hold of the firm, full undersides of her thighs and held them in place, wide apart, as he brought his mouth up against the moist, soft, rosy, hair-encircled meat of her box. She sighed pleasurably as he began to lick the sensitive, excitement-puffed folds. His probing tongue wigged them all about. This released more of her delightful natural fragrance. Her glands dribbled more profusely, sending drops of rich, thick cunt juice down onto his tongue, from where it rolled dawn his throat and into his stomach.

The longer he licked her pussy, the more excited and committed to the act he became. Barbara breathed heavily and writhed with intense pleasure against his tonguing. This gave him further stimulation.

He centered his attentions on her hooded clitoris, which was hard as a pearl in its soft, fleshy setting. He lapped at the nubbin with his tongue, and she cooed as her clitoris quivered responsively. Finally he stroked his tongue fully into her cunt, plugging her hot hole with its wet, wiggly length. She bumped spastically against his face, showering him with her intimate moisture from the tip of his nose to his chin.

He sat up, swiped his hand across his wet face, and smiled at her.

"Let's sixty-nine for a while," she said.

"I've heard of that," he told her, "but I've never done it."

"Let me show you," she offered.

She helped him position himself on his side, and she reversed herself to lie facing him, with her head next to his erect prick. Then she opened her legs, draping one around his head. He snuggled into her sweet, succulent crotch while she gripped the shaft of hard meat that projected upward from his hairy loins. She put the thick, rounded end of his dong into her mouth while he began licking along her pussy.

The overall sensation was delightful. While he was giving her pleasure, and breathing in and tasting her womanly essence, she slowly and lovingly sucked his cock, gliding her encircling lips up and down, up and down, on the spit-slick pole and taking his glands into the depths of her mouth and throat.

This time instead of his nose bunting her hard pussy mound and rubbing against her thick hair, it fitted neatly between the soft, springy cheeks of her bottom. There was a very subtle difference in the scent which he derived, also, as his nostrils sniffed very close to her clean but nonetheless slightly aromatic asshole.

Feeling as he did now, so loose and free with this delightful young woman who had given, and was giving, him great pleasure, this faint added scent furnished added stimulation. He licked and sucked at her hot, wet cunt and gloried in the pleasure of it.

And all this time the head of his cock was in her mouth, being alternately drawn deep into the narrow opening of her throat and being released backward on her wet, soft tongue as her encircling lips sucked at his dick and she bathed it in her warm, slippery saliva.

He hadn't believed that he could last this long, but Barbara had guided the lovemaking with great skill, building his endurance as she gave him greater and greater pleasure.

When the time finally arrived for him to screw her, she chose the way in which this would be done, also. She had him lie flat on his back while she mounted him, facing his feet.

This was another new experience for Steve. He found the position very delightful, because, as Barbara leaned forward, he could watch the merging of their sex organs – his thrusting, hard cock gliding into her soft, oozing, hair-encircled cunt mouth.

He continued to watch, and she looked down below her belly, watching also, as she slowly lifted and lowered her hips, causing his cock to stroke in and out, up and down, through her avid slit. His shaft alternately appeared, gleaming wet with her juice, then disappeared completely inside her hole as she sat down on his balls. He watched her winking asshole, also, as her white butt twisted.

As she fucked him slowly and deliberately, this position furnished a treat for his eyes as well as for his tactile sense. She was well served, also, because by remaining bent forward she derived the maximum possible contact between her sensitive clitoris and his long, hard shaft. Her passion quickly built to the point where she had to speed up her fucking motions.

Steve was ready, and he grunted rhythmically with great delight as he jabbed his hot cock upward into her gliding, swirling cunt. She screwed him ever faster, gasping, then shrieking.

He let out a howl of joy as he came, spasming blissfully and shooting his cream into her gulping, clutching snatch.

He knew, by the time it was over, that he had been well and truly fucked. Barbara, young though she was, had beaten the Alaskan whores at their specialty.

In the Wagner's apartment, the party was tapering off. Most of the guests had departed, but one of the late arrivals had proved to be the most interesting of all.

He was a bearded young man in colorful attire, who had a Great Dane with him. He had been out walking his dog, he said, when he had met some people who had just left the party. They had laughingly suggested that he go on up, and that was what he had done.

Sharon, who was quite drunk by that time, petted the huge, handsome animal and even got down on her knees to nuzzle him.

Todd watched, grinning. He was loaded on pot.

The stranger asked him if he had a joint to spare, and Todd found one. The young man lit up and relaxed.

A couple was seated on the sofa soul-kissing, the boy's hand moving slowly between the girl's bare thighs. A girl in hot pants stood next to the record player, trying to decide which album to put on next. The bearded man eyed her satin-clad ass as she dragged on his joint of Acapulco gold.