Paul Mall - Driving Men To Distraction

She shook her head and groaned. "I've met a few who wouldn't. Pussy licking doesn't fit their picture of the macho male."

Chance realized that. Half the country's population still felt that oral sex was something dirty and nasty. He could never understand a man, or a woman for that matter, who would deny his sexual partner the pleasure of his mouth. But it was a common occurrence, despite the popularity of sex manuals and the so-called sexual revolution. He even knew one couple who admitted being married seven years before either of them worked up the courage to give each other's mouth to the other.

They did it only one time.

He moaned, abruptly coming out of his thoughts. Cari had discovered the thick bulge straining beneath his pants. Her hand was roughly squeezing at it.

"Hey, look what I found!" Her eyes coyly flashed to his, her eyelashes batting innocently. "Is this for me? A present from my loving brother?"

"Careful with that!" She had clamped down harder, causing a painful rush to shoot through his groin. He liked his cock handled roughly, but not that rough. "Take it easy wench, or I'll turn you over my knee and spank that pretty bottom of yours."

"Bitch, not wench," she corrected him with another more gentle squeeze.

"And always in heat!"

"Then why don't you do something about it. Get out of those clothes and find a use for this handsome pussy pleaser."

"Why young lady, I'm not at all sure I understand your meaning. Am I correct in assuming that you want me to fuck your lovely young body?"

She laughed at his mock formality, then shoved him playfully from the sofa. "Get those clothes off, and I'll show you exactly what I mean.

And I thought we settled that lady stuff this morning."

"That we did!" He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside and immediately began to work on his pants, quickly skinning them down.

When he turned to his sister again, he found the blonde nymph on her hands and knees atop the couch. She looked at him, letting her gaze drift to the shafting length of his liberated cock, then back to his face.

"Tonight, I'm your bitch, Big Brother." She wiggled the upturned cushions of her teen-age ass provocatively. "So fuck me like a bitch!"

The alluring invitation couldn't be refused. With growing excitement, he mounted the sofa behind his sister. Taking hold of her rounded rump, he eased himself between the tantalizing spread of her youthful thighs.

There was no need for any titillation or taunting foreplay. His pussy eating had taken care of that. His young sister was hot and ready to receive the meaty rod of his prick.

The pulsing head of his glans brushed through the damp foliage of her pubic moss. The hypersensitive skin of his cockcrown touched the lips of her uptilted quim, opened them, and slid deeply into the juicefilled channel of her cunt.

"Good!" the frosty-tressed blonde crooned, ripples of gooseflesh running up and down her back as he fed the thick column of his cock into her welcoming body. "It feels so damn good!"

It did. The spongy folds of her pussy caressed the needy length of his prick. She was hot, bathing him in sexual fire. Tight didn't describe the elastic grip of her vaginal muscles. It would have been nice to just stand there, letting her work the wonderful magic of her clasping pussy until he came. But he wanted her to feel this too, wanted her to know that she still mattered to him, although in eight days their sibling love would be off limits.

He eased out. The massive, swollen length of his cock slithered from the depths of her young love hold. Good! Damn good! Fantastic swirling friction seared over every engorged inch of his rod. He moaned and trembled, his balls lashing around in their rumpled sac.

For five years he had fucked, poled, drilled, reamed, hunched, and screwed the delightful tightness of his sister's ever-ready pussy. It was as if this tempting slot of lust was made for him, designed especially to accept his cock. Now, he realized this would be one of the last times their bodies joined as one.

And for that reason, he wanted it to be long and good.

He took his time, languidly shafting in and out of the hungry gash of her body. He burned the feel of her into his mind so that he would always remember. He savored the feel of her, the clinging grip of her young channel. He reveled in the liquid heat of her body, basking in their carnal union.

At the same time, his hands roved over her, memorizing the silky smoothness of her teen-age body. Over the perky curves of her ass, his fingers moved. He caressed her, love and need in his hands.

Upward, inching over the taut arch of her back, his hands slid, then down along the sleekness of her sides. He taunted at the flatness of her belly before letting his hands move up to tenderly caress the firm forms of her breasts, both slightly elongated cones of flesh now.

Apparently the young girl shared the intensity of their coupling.

Lacking was the usual fiery passion of her body. Instead she seemed in no hurry to blast toward climax. She rocked back and forth slowly, matching the in-out shafting of his adamantine cock.

"We've got a week together, Big Brother," she said in a soft, dreamy voice. "I want to make them last. I want to remember them, every one of them, starting right now."

He understood. A week wasn't long in comparison to their five years as lovers, but it was all they had. He was determined that neither of them would ever forget that week.

His hands lovingly slid around the proud cones of her breasts. So soft and smooth and sleek they felt. For the first time in years, he realized just how much he liked to have his hands on his sister-and how much she loved it.

He felt a flush of guilt. Here he was making love to his teen-age sister and Tanya was waiting for him, their marriage only eight days away. He loved the girl; he didn't doubt that, never doubted that. Yet, he wondered if she would ever be able to extinguish the desire he carried in his loins for Cari.

His fingers were now at the very peaks of his sister's tits. He scissored the plump little buds he found there between his fingers, eliciting a series of throaty moans from the sexy young blonde.

"Deeper, I want to feel you deeper inside me," the girl moaned, her head lolling from side to side.

There was only one way to do that. He increased the tempo of his strokes, drilling into the heated recesses of the kneeling girl's cunt.

Their bodies slapped together in a resounding erotic rhythm.

The sensuality of their carnal union flowed through him, awakening every cell of his body. He felt each deep-grinding shaft of his prick.

He felt the grasping tightness of her vaginal channel, squeezing and milking along the throbbing length of his prick.

As much as he tried to control himself, it was no good. His body was on a one-way skyrocketing path toward climax. There was no way he could stem the burning flood that boiled within his testicles.

However, there was a way he could see to it that his sister reached the unleashing of her lust with him. He released his grip on one of her tits and ran a hand down to the moist slit of her pussy. Extended and waiting for his probing finger, he found her clit.

The young girl jolted and bucked, crying out her ecstasy. She came just in time to receive the blasting fountains of come her brother spurted into the quivering folds of her cunt.

"The first motel," Tanya had said as a joke when Chance first asked her where she'd like to go on their honeymoon. Chance wanted Spain, and Tanya decided England or Italy would be nice. In the end, they compromised on Miami since it was the only spot the young attorney's bank book could afford, especially since it was just before the winter tourist season.