William Scott: His horny sister

Sharon wondered how the other girl could be so positive about this. But she gave Barbara a great deal of credit for her sexual know-how, and the thought of having some young boys to entertain her while Steve was gone was very appealing.

"All right," she finally agreed. "I'll take it up with Steve and let you know."

Sharon waited until they were in bed together that evening and the lights were out.

She said, "You know, I'll expect you to have some sex when you go up North again. I realize that a man can't get along without women for five months."

"How about a young woman getting along without men for that length of time?" Steve asked, taking her hand. "That can be just as difficult."

"Yes, it can be," she admitted.

He continued. "So I'm willing to give you as much freedom as you're giving me."

"Really, darling?" she asked happily.

"Of course. Just one condition – stay away from Todd."

"He won't be back here again, I'm pretty sure," she said.

Now she had something to think abut, and to look forward to. But for the next couple of weeks, Steve would still be with her, and that was the time that was really important to both of them.

So as not to lose a moment, she rolled into his arms.

"I love you, darling, very much," she murmured as she took hold of his cock.

"I love you, too," he told her.

Several quick strokes of her hand on his prick were all that was required to put him into a condition of thrusting readiness. He slid towards the foot of the bed and readied her twat with his tongue. Then she swung astride him and took his virile prickshaft up into her throbbing cunt.

As they began to fuck, she knew that all was well with the world. She had, she fervently believed, the closest thing to a perfect marriage that had ever existed on God's green earth.

On the nightstand, next to her bed, lay a letter from Steve. It told about his work on the oil-company project, and also described frankly his activities during his latest trip to town. But most important, it assured her of his love and said he was counting the weeks he could be with her a gain.

"I hope well never he separated after that," the letter continued. "But in the meantime, don't be lonely. Enjoy yourself – and you know what I mean. Maybe you can even learn a few new things that we can try after I get home."

She was carrying out his advice at that very moment.

With her in the bedroom, were two young men – a boy named Paul, who had just turned eighteen, and another named Roger, who was perhaps a year older.

They were remarkably virile young lovers. Their cocks were seemingly tireless, capable of renewed erection time after time. And they cooperated well together to give Sharon the attention that she needed during the long, lonely days while Steve was away.

They had been dropping by the apartment most every day, after school. It was that time of day now, and they had just taken their clothes off Sharon was lying in the center of the bed while Paul knelt next to her legs and Roger sat astride her neck.

Roger's balls were rubbing gently against her chin as she licked them, and his long, eager prick was sticking up above her face.

Paul was stroking the satiny inner surfaces of her thighs as he gazed warmly at her beautiful, blonde-haired cunt. His fingertips stole to the moist slit in her golden-red forest, and gently piled her tender flesh folds apart. He bent and touched her inner pinkness with his tongue.

Roger, meanwhile, moved backward slightly so that he could tilt his prick down to her waiting lips. She gave it a couple of loving swipes with her tongue, then took the handsome dong into her mouth. She closed her eyes and sucked blissfully while she fondled his nuts with her hand.

Paul was giving her great pleasure by licking back and forth across her hard, tingling clitoris. Now he circled that sensitive nubbin with his tongue tip, going round and round it, and pressing the fleshy hood away from the hard, slick little nut. He clamped his moist lips around this center of her sexual desire and sucked.

Delightful sensations flooded Sharon's brain, and she sucked Roger's prick all the harder, tonguing it good, and working her encircling lips against his bone-hard, quivering shaft.

When he had first begun coming to see her, his resistance to this kind of stimulation hadn't been very strong, and he had flooded her mouth with his fresh, youthful cum shortly after she started to suck his pecker each time. But gradually his staying power had improved, until now he was able to withstand a vigorous treatment by her lips and tongue for ten, fifteen, or sometimes even twenty minutes before he erupted.

That was quite enough time to permit Paul to condition her cunt to a flooded state of readiness. Her little hole was now opening and closing pulsating, mutely begging for the insertion of his prick. She was extremely well oiled, with both her own natural lubricant and Paul's saliva. She wanted him to fuck her.

A quick bobbing of her hips gave him the sign, and he mounted her between the legs. By working his knees well forward and placing her thighs across his, he was able to sit straight up and hold her firm butt in his hands. A twist of his hips fitted the end of his pecker into her open curt. He gave one push, and his rod glided all the way into her, his balls plopping against her asshole.

As Roger lay draped over her face, gently stroking his hard cock up and down in the soft, pink circle of her lips, Paul fucked her hot cunt slowly. He used lengthy strokes, evenly spaced, just as she had taught him to d. He squeezed her resilient asscheeks in his hands, wiggling her hips as he pumped in and out of her slick, clasping cunt.

She thought fleetingly of Steve and hoped that he was having as much fun as she was. This fun brought them closer together because it eased their frustrations when they were physically apart and eliminated any thoughts of resentment.

She wrapped her legs around Paul's slender form and pulled him even deeper into her hole each time he drove his long cock home. She loved the way his balls tickled her asshole.

She bobbed her head rhythmically on the pillow, taking Roger's prick deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. Her tongue stripped his shaft. Her teeth scraped against it. She held his hot balls in her hand and jiggled them gently, which helped to bring him along.

Very soon he was bobbing his prick briskly up and down in her mouth, and Paul was fucking her cunt with unrestrained ardor. Her entire body throbbed with delight as she got fucked at both ends at once. Undulating waves passed through her, from hips to head, as she strove to give both young men all the stimulation she could possibly impart.

Finally, at the very same instant, both her young lovers climaxed. Roger's thick, tasty cream flooded her mouth and throat while Paul hosed the inside of her pussy with his strong, deep-reaching spurts. She climaxed, also, and bliss reigned supreme.

But at this moment of orgasm she was thinking of Steve and wishing that he alone were with her. There was nothing, after all, that could truly fake the place of his love.