Paul Mall: Driving Men To Distraction

Downward, his pelvis shot, feeding the long, hard rod of his need into her. She groaned, her hips bucking up to receive the bulky offering of his sex.

Two lovers, that was what she had now, Barry and her brother. The feel of them, moving deeply inside her, created the same fiery passions, but they did it in so wonderfully different manners. She couldn't believe that she had really thought she could exist without her brother. Now, she wouldn't have to. Thank God for Barry and Tanya!

"Hard, give it to me hard!" She urged him on, her hands reaching down and squeezing the tension-filled cheeks of his buttocks. "Make me taste you!"

He slammed into her welcoming body, trying to drive his cock all the way up into her mouth. It was an impossible task, but one that was so pleasing to attempt. She grunted under his fleshy impact, thrashing about beneath him.

His cock glided in and out of her body, bathed in the liquid heat of her womanly juices. For the first time, he felt a bit of jealousy.

Barry now shared his sister's body each night-it had to be an every night thing with Cari, he knew his sister's needs too well. If it hadn't been for Tanya and her understanding, he wouldn't have this delightful teen-ager now. Thank God, my love! And thank you, Barry!

Sliding his hands upward, he found and gripped the rounded forms of his sister's apple-like breasts. He squeezed, kneading his fingers into the resilient flesh. He molded them, working on their pliant elasticity.

She felt so damn good!

Her whole body glowed. She was awash in wave after wave of sexual heat.

Her thighs ached. Her cunt trembled with each driving stroke of her brother's cock. Up and down, his hips fell, in and out the pistoning ramrod of his sex slithered in her juicy pussy.

She rocked and bucked under his imposing weight. She fucked him as he fucked her. She opened herself wide, letting his demanding cock drill even deeper into the burning reaches of her quim.

He was magnificent! There was no way she would deny that. Her brother was a pussy-pleasing stud of the first magnitude. Willing and wanton, she accepted the savage poling of his cock. Harder and harder, he slammed into her body. Harder and harder, she threw herself onto the stiffness of his manhood.

His balls were aflame with the consuming fires of lust. He ached and hurt for release. But he stemmed the tide of his own desire, whipping at the lovely woman-girl beneath him. Like a bull, he shafted in and out of her body, driving her higher and higher.

The familiar glowing sensation in her thighs began to grow, spreading, reaching. Their fire met at the core of her body and exploded in a rush of devouring pleasure. She came, trembling and quaking. Her cries of satisfaction whimpered piteously from the depths of her throat.

Then, and only then, did he lunge into her, securely rooting his prod in the innermost recesses of his sister's body. Like an erupting volcano, his lust pushed up the tiny channel of his prick, throbbing and burning. Out, in a fiery blast, he spewed a flood of man juice.

His body jerked spasmodically as the hot, thick streams of his seed scalded over the sensitive crown of his prick. Gush after gush fountained from his loins, filling the very receptive channel of his sister's cunt.

Together, lost in the ultimate of pleasures, their bodies quaked and writhed. Brother and sister, they were lovers once again. They held each other, gratefully caressing and fondling, their lust for one another sated.

"I have to admit I'm a bit nervous about this," Tanya said as she stretched back on the bed, displaying her nakedness for Barry.

His eyes roved over the voluptuousness of her body. His balls tightened and retightened themselves. She was beautiful. Not in the same way as his Cari, but there was no denying she was a beautiful woman-and desirable. Her tits were like mountainous mounds of delectable-looking flesh. Each bountiful knoll was topped by a dark, plump cherry of flesh. He could imagine the feel of those firm, shimmering domes, already feel their resilient flesh squelching up between his kneading fingers.

"We don't have to do this, if you don't want to," he said, his gaze probing the intimate rise of her pubis. Beneath the damp fur of her bush were slightly parted lips, the entrance to the pleasure of her body. His cock stiffened, straining to be free of his pants. He wanted this woman, but he didn't want her to feel she was obligated to entertain him while Chance balled Cari in the next room.

"I don't want out," she said with a shake of her head. "Do you?"

"No, I just wanted you to realize you didn't have to do this," he said.

"You sounded a bit hesitant."

"I know I don't have to make love with you," she replied. "I want to.

And I am hesitant. I've never had another man except Chance, so I'm nervous… but excited."

He grinned. He knew how she felt. After all, she would be his second woman-and what a woman. He still couldn't believe this was actually happening. He was marrying into one hell of a wild family and the more he found out about it, the more he liked it.

"I feel wonderfully wicked," the raven-haired beauty stretched out before him said. "You're quite a handsome man."

Damn if he didn't blush, she realized. She liked that. There was a touch of innocence to it. And women are attracted to innocence as much as men.

"I don't think I realized how beautiful you were until I saw you with Cari," he said. "Before that you were Chance's wife. In there, I saw you as a woman."

"An available woman?"

He nodded, and started to strip. Her gaze clung to him, watching as he discarded each piece of his clothing. He saw her nostrils flare and her chest heave deeply when he pulled away his shorts and freed the hardness of his prick.

"Lovely," she said as he walked to the bed and sat beside her. "I can see why Cari said you made her happy."

"Right now," he said, "I'd like to make you happy."

"Then, kiss me."

He did, flicking his tongue into the sweetness of her mouth. The huge balls of her breasts rolled luxuriously against his chest. He delighted at their satiny texture, the feel of her nipples growing to stiff buttons of aroused flesh. As his tongue retreated, hers rushed in filling his mouth, taunting and teasing.

Her hands lightly caressed his back. He was so different to the touch from her husband. It was an exciting difference, one that stirred her deeply, setting forth a steady stream of juicy lubricants within her cunt. Her husband's sister as a lover, now this flaming-haired young man. This had happened so quickly she didn't have time to ponder or study it. But she liked it.

Downward, her fingers traced, until she eased a hand around to his crotch. Then there was the rigid spike of sex that jutted from his groin. She shivered. Now here was a difference. He wasn't as long as Chance, but the girth of this throbbing cock was thicker than her husband's tool. And his balls-they felt heavier, perhaps even larger.

It was strange, but she had never considered the fact that men sported different sexual equipment. It was the same as woman, she realized, different breasts, perhaps even different pussies. She squeezed her future brother-in-law's cock delighted by that titillating difference.

"Ahhhhh," she whimpered in a shivery little voice. He wiggled a finger up into the damp haven of her quim.

At the same time, he used his free hand and his mouth to busy the marshmallowy mounds of her breasts. He sucked, licked, and nibbled at the delectable, plentiful bulges of her melon-sized tits. His hand squeezed into the extraordinary resilient balls, loving the feel of his fingers sinking into the warmth of her flesh.

Meanwhile, his inquisitive finger swirling around in the hot channel of her cunt, tickled up the slit of her sex and found the extended nubbin of her clit. Its size surprised him, but its fatness made it that much easier to play with. He also discovered that this raven-haired beauty needed only light, brushing strokes to her pleasure button to send her writhing and squirming beside him.