Fantastic

TWO SUBURBAN LADIES AT A SEMINAR

Carol had been looking forward to the weekend seminar in a remote seaside resort town that she had never visited previously. The seminar was aimed at a group of middle aged professional women, most of whom came from ‘suburban marriages’, and who were unused to the privilege of weekends away from household routines.

Mom’s So Hot! Chapter One-Ten

I didn’t write this story! It’s best story I ever read so I thought I would post on here for you veiwers! (Chapter 2 of My Sister the Bitch is being slowly made… I’m a busy lazy guy lol)

Joy, and Bear Part I Ms Betty Teaches and Takes the Guys

This is the story of three teens who have a caring mom who feels it is her obligation to break these older teenagers into her world of carnal lust and pleasure. She wants to make lovers out of them not just teach them to fuck or give them the talk and let them figure it out. She guides all three on this loving journey creating a poly circle.

And The Dog Made Three PT6

Chapter 6
Jennifer polished her brother’s purple knob to a glossy luster, licked up and down his cock-shaft and lapped at his drained scumbags, gathering up the stray cum drops that had escaped her lips. When she drew her mouth away, she left the lad gasping like a landed fish.
Her cunt-ring pulsed and rippled, milking out a few last blobs of Shepherd spunk into her swampy pussy. Adolph’s prick was still hard as a rock and Jennifer wondered if they might be tied together, like mating dogs — if Joe would have to fetch a bucket of cold water to throw over her ass before they could uncouple.
She giggled at the thought. The possibility failed to alarm the girl. Jennifer adored having her cunt full of doggy cock and, fucking or stationary, active or just lying there all heavy and twitching, that cock was a treat. She wondered how long it would be before the German Shepherd’s scumbags had filled up again — and if she could milk another cum load from the dumb brute without uncoupling. The idea of having an empty cunt made her feel all hollow.
But then Adolph woofed and stirred, beginning to draw his prick out of her soaking cunt-gash. His cock came out as it had gone in, inch by precious inch of hairy prick emerging and dragging her cunt-lips outward as her cunt clung to that retreating prick. His slick red cock-head pulled into her fuck-slot, stuck there for a moment, then came popping out.
The brute hiked back and hopped down from Jennifer’s ass. He turned, standing sideways to her as she looked back over her shoulder at him and saw, to her delight, that his big cock was still stiff and still impressive, although the bags that shot the cum through it were in a deflated condition.
The girl adored a mouthful of her brother’s cock and cum and, naturally, she wondered what a dog’s prick would taste like if she sucked it. Would doggy cum be as fucking scrumptious as sibling spunk?
She gazed speculatively at the brute’s hairy cock, licking her lips. The succulence of Joe’s jism still lingered on her tongue, keeping her naughty appetite simmering merrily away. Jeez, she thought, grinning like an imp I sure have a lot to tell Tracy.
Glancing to see if Joe was watching her — and finding that he was — Jennifer moved her hand into her cunt and gathered up some doggy scum on her fingers, giving her clit a nice little rub in the process. Then she brought her hand up to her lips and licked at the gooey residue.
“Ooooh!” she squealed.
Doggy cum was hot and thick and gamey tasting — and obviously nourishing. If the stuff was so tasty delivered secondhand, what would it be like if a girl — a naughty girl, to be sure — were to suck a load of it right out of a big doggy prick?
She scooped up some more from her cunt and lapped it from her palm and fingers. She could taste her own cum blended with the canine spunk and that, too, was yummy. It reminded her of Tracy’s suggestion that the two of them might eat each other out — a prospect that was becoming more and more intriguing to adventurous Jennifer.
She gazed at Adolph’s cock again, her saucy mouth starting to water. The red meat of his naked cock-head was all slathered with cum and cunt-juice, making it look even more delicious than if his knob had been dry. Her lips trembled at the very idea of mouthing a dog prick that had just come out of a creamy cunthole.
Just imagine sucking a dog’s cock after the beast had been fucking sexy Tracy! Or sucking Tracy’s pussy after it had been hosed full of dog spunk!
Jennifer knew that she was just going to have to call on her raven-haired girlfriend.
But not quite yet.
She looked at Joe again, wanting to be sure that he was paying attention — enjoying naughty things all the more when she was performing for an audience. Joe was gazing down at his prick. He had one hand wrapped around it and was tugging it up and down a bit, making sure that it was still nice and big and stiff. When he saw his sister looking at him, he grinned and drew his hand away, shoving his belly out and offering his prick to her.
She licked her lips and showed him her spunk-drenched tongue suggestively and seductively.
“Can I –” Joe croaked. “Can I fuck you, Sis?”
“Fuck my mouth again — or my cunt?” she whispered.
“I wanna fuck your cunt,” he rasped. “Jeez, Sis, I know it’s naughty but, hell, you let the goddamned dog fuck you and I’m really hot for pussy!”
Her blue eyes gleamed like smoldering cobalt and her pretty face was radiant with desire.
“Wanna change places with Adolph?” she asked.
“Huh?” he muttered, not getting the idea.
“Like you already did, but the other way around.” The saucy little slut giggled.
Joe’s jaw dropped.
“Jeez — you mean –?” he gasped.
“Ummmm. You wanna throw a fuck up my cunt-hole, while I suck the doggy’s lovely prick?”
“Oh, wow! Sis, you’re awful,” he cried, but his prick was bucking like a bronco. Sucking a dog off seemed even more wicked than fucking with the brute — and all the more exciting because of it! He tried to grin but his facial muscles were all stiff and twisted by lust. He nodded.
Jennifer was delighted by his expression and, more so, by the way that his big potent prick was hammering away. How wonderful it would be to have her brother’s cock slamming in and out of her cunt and spurting his cum into her cunt — and enjoying a mouthful of doggy cum as well!
“I hope the fucker can cum again,” she said, huskily. “I really wanna drink doggy jism now!”
Joe gasped, reacting to her depraved confession as she had known that he would. Jennifer slid across to where the German Shepherd was standing. She rolled over onto her side and hiked her belly up a little, parting her legs and lifting one knee so that her crotch was fully accessible. Then she reached out and cupped the dog’s balls.
They were beginning to blow up again, she found, as she fondled them and felt another lovely load of yummy spunk pump into the bags.
Joe was crawling toward her, his prick standing out like a pike aimed at her cunt-gash and his balls hanging down and, like the dog’s, starting to swell once more. Jennifer moaned at the prospect of another double dose, simply adoring jism in either end and positively worshipping the wonderful stuff when she got hosed full at head and tail together. She was glowing radiantly, feeling deliciously depraved and loving that sordid sensation.
Her hand slid up from the dog’s balls and closed around his cock. Adolph turned his head and gazed at her, doggy wisdom sparkling in his eyes.
He yelped with enthusiasm.
Jennifer skinned back on his hairy cock-stalk, making the naked red slab loom out from the sheath. She inhaled all the mixed succulence of cum, cunt-juice and cock-meat wafting heavily from that gamey, slippery knob.
“Watch, Joe,” she whispered.
Joe was not about to look away. Jennifer slid her blonde head under the German Shepherd’s belly and turned her face toward his jutting prick. The dog held himself rigid, his flanks quivering in anticipation of a strange new thrill. Jennifer stared at his cock-knob, hesitating — but not with any reluctance or doubt, simply gazing at that huge slab of red cock-meat like a gourmet at a banquet.
Her pink tongue slid out, fluttering an inch or two from the tip of the dog’s wet cock-head. She looked at her brother, then at the doggy cock, then at her brother again, almost as excited at having Joe witness her depravity as she was at the prospect of sucking off that lovely dog cock.
Her hand pushed back on his prick, rolling the hairy sheath back from his naked cock. The brute’s pisshole was gaping open and the angry red meat of his fat prick was all streaked and lathered with milky cum and pearly pussy-juice looking like some delicacy carefully prepared by a French chef.
Jennifer flicked her tongue against the very tip of the German Shepherd’s cock-head, lightly, merely skinning up the slippery slab. She drew back for a moment, letting that first-ever taste of dog prick stimulate her tastebuds. She made a little purring sound of contentment as she discovered that dog cock was absolutely scrumptious.
Adolph was vibrating all through his big, brawny body, but still held himself in check, waiting for the girl to work her mysterious magic on him, to demonstrate how a human mouth could mysteriously become a fuck-hole.
Joe groaned, his handsome face all twisted with lust. His cock was hammering savagely, desperate to sink into his sister’s available cunt-hole, but like the doggy, he held himself back, waiting for naughty Jennifer to complete this strange threesome.
Jennifer lapped at the dog’s cock again, her flattened pink tongue gliding over the flushed red cock and slurping up the jism and pussy-juice that was all slathered on the slick head of his prick.
“Ummmm, doggy cock is lovely,” she whispered, knowing that her words would further excite her brother — if he could possibly be any more excited than he already was. “I’m gonna blow a whole lot of dogs from now on, Joey! I’m gonna suck off every big doggy I can get!”
“Suck him, Sis! Suck the fucker!” Joe urged. The sight was making him so fiery hot that he thought that his eyeballs might melt.
The blonde teenager began to lave the dog’s cock-head with moist slurps, bathing all over his prick, her slobber glistening on the meat to replace the mingled cum-juice that she was tonguing up.
Adolph whined. A great glob of gooey pre-spunk appeared in his open pisshole. The stuff was too thick to drip down, it gleamed there in his cleft like a melted pearl. Jennifer whimpered hungrily at the sight.
She shot a glance at Joe, then slid her tongue out and very daintily licked the cum drop out of the German Shepherd’s open pisshole. It rolled onto her lapper, as heavy as a lump of lead.
The girl let the doggy spunk run over her tingling tastebuds, tantalizing her, whetting her appetite for the main course. Joe was panting. Jennifer pushed her tongue out so that he could see the pearly goo on her pink tongue meat. He groaned at the inspirational sight. The dog jism was flowing like a glob of quicksilver, fluid yet thick.
Jennifer swallowed the delicacy, moaning. Her brother’s cum was lovely to drink, but the dog’s slime was hotter and thicker and gamier and she longed for more, yearned for a bellyful of the sweet stuff.
She opened her mouth wide and pushed her lips down over the animal’s prick-head. She sucked rapturously, whimpering, her cheeks hollowing in and her lips puckering out as they collared his cock-stalk.
The dog bellowed like a bull. Now that his cock-head was in the girl’s mouth, there was no mystery about it. He began to hump frantically, fucking into her face and tipping her blonde head back as his cock filled her greedy maw and plunged back to her throat.
Jennifer sucked as the brute withdrew. That wonderful mouthful was making her so hungry and so horny that her nipples stood out as if they were going to fly right off her plump tits, and her clit protruded out from her soaking cunt, aimed at her brother.
She opened her legs wider.
Joe knelt between her slim, shapely thighs and dipped down, bringing his huge cock level with her groin. He grasped his sister by the hips and, without manual guidance, inched his prick into her fuck-slot.
His cock-knob slid easily into her cunt and her cunt-lips clamped around him, sucking and dragging, wanting him deeper up her cunt.
Joe held steady for a moment, with only his cock-knob in his sister’s cunt, savoring the anticipation. Then, with a long, slow, underslung stroke, the horny youth slid his prick all the way into her cunt.
“Ahhhh!” Jennifer sighed, feeling her pussy fill to the core as the doggy continued to pound his prick into her mouth with frantic vigor. Joe’s hands slid under Jennifer’s trim little ass, lifting her loins higher. Ass corkscrewing, he began to ram his prick in and out of her cunt-hole. Jennifer fucked with him, her ass grinding and her hips jerking. Her belly dipped, and her thighs hooked around his heaving flanks, clamping him in a velvet vise.
Her pliable cunt-hole molded itself around the contours of his cock, clinging to every inch and sucking like a mouth. The inner rings pulled on her brother’s prick, driving the lad to a frenzy. He shoveled his cock to her fast and hard, his cock vanishing to the root in her hairy cunt.
“Unghhh, unghhh!” Jennifer grunted as her brother jolted into her cunt, and the doggy stuffed her head full of rock-hard prick. The brute was humping so fast now that his haunches were a dark blur. His long, bushy tail was swirling about like a propeller behind his haunches. Jennifer writhed in exquisite joy, fucking and sucking with wild abandonment, her mouth as hot as her cunt.
Her pussy began to cream.
Her mouth was slobbering as if it, too, were in the sweet spasms of an orgasm.
Joe pounded in furiously, his balls whacking against her upthrust ass with a solid thud. The dog’s scumbags were rolling in under her chin. Both sets of balls were full of cum, and Jennifer longed for both loads. Her belly was already full of cum, and she wanted to gulp down great gobs of doggy jism to enhance that nourishment. She wanted her brother to pour his next load into a cunt that was already drenched with thick animal juice.
“Slime me, Joe!” she wailed as Adolph’s prick pulled back through her lips. “Feed me your hot — umpfff!”
She gagged as dog cock jammed into her gullet.
The German Shepherd was tossing her head about on his prick, like a bull goring a matador with his horn, and Joe was heaving her slim pelvis up and down as he fed his cock to her pussy with savage thrusts.
Jennifer was cumming and cumming. Cunt-juice poured from her pussy each time her brother stuffed her full, lathering her groin and running down into the crack of her jerking ass.
Adolph growled, his lips turning back from his gleaming fangs in a doggy grimace.
His jism rocketed into her mouth.
“Oooooh!” Jennifer wailed, gulping the sweet scum down greedily.
The thick, gluey stuff was all coming out of the dog’s cock-head in a slimy rope, bonding his balls to her belly by a creamy tether.
“He’s spunking in my mouth, Joe! The fucking dog is shooting in my mouth!” she cried.
But Joe already knew that. She was swallowing ravenously, but the brute’s bestial load was too much for her. Foaming cum spilled from her lips and poured in cascades down her cheeks and chin.
“Gonna blow, Sis! Gonna hose your cunt!” her brother walled, as his balls exploded.
“Yeah, unghhhh, fill my cunt, Joey!” Jennifer moaned, pumping her crotch wildly down to meet his prick as his jism jetted out.
Joe shot into her cunt so hard that she could hear his cum splash as it doused her, sloshing into a pool of cum and doggy spunk. Her tight pussy sucked, milking on his spurting prick, soaking up his jism like a sponge. Her clit exploded on his sliding cock-stalk, sparking again and again as her brother filled her fuck-hole, and her doggy continued to pump his gamey goo into her hungry mouth and belly.
At last the animal faltered, his flanks grinding down to a quivering halt. Jennifer nursed a few last globs out of his prick, then pulled her mouth off the brute’s drained prick and concentrated on fucking off her own climax as her brother spilled out the last squirts of his cum into her pussy.
Then Joe, too, was finished. He clung to her for a moment, his cock jammed up her pussy. Then, gasping, dizzy with his dynamic cumming, the boy pulled his emptied cock out of his nubile sister’s flooded cunt-gash.
His fat prick stood out straight for a moment, then collapsed like a felled tree. His cock-head whacked against his trembling thigh.
Jennifer gazed wistfully at that brotherly prick and sighed, realizing that Joe was finished for the moment. Then she looked at Adolph hopefully, but that potent brute, too, had shot his bestial bolt. His thick cock was retracting slowly back into his loins, the knob already enveloped by the hairy sheath, and his balls shriveled and voided.
Full of cum and well creamed, herself, insatiable little Jennifer still felt all hollow and empty now, with no stiff cock available to plug her full.
Then, on this day of adventure, she thought about Tracy — and smiled.

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And The Dog Made Three PT5

Chapter 5
Clinging tenaciously to Jennifer’s slender, trembling loins, the brawny German Shepherd humped frantically as he attempted to sink his cock into her fuck-hole. Mounted in the doggy fucking position, the dumb brute knew where her cunt was, but he was missing the mark in his haste and frenzy. His angry red cock-head bumped against the backs of her thighs, bounced off her ass-cheeks and plowed up the crack of her ass.
He whined piteously, driven wild by being mounted without — as yet — having the delight of feeling his thunderous prick up her cunt-hole.
His hot cock-knob slid across her tingling clit, and Jennifer moaned and jerked, but then his prick slipped on up without penetrating. His hairy cock-stalk pulsed against her cunt and his naked red cock-head was flaring out over her upthrust ass, pulsing and dripping. His swollen balls were jammed into her groin. Jennifer could feel those massive balls pump with their load.
Ooooh, I really shouldn’t let a doggy screw me, she told herself. But then her clit exploded against his hard, hairy cock-rod and she whimpered. Naughty or not, Jennifer was yearning for a cuntful of doggy cock.
She reached back and grasped his balls.
With this new development, Jennifer had stopped sucking on her brother’s cock — although she was still collaring his cock-knob in her parted lips — and Joe was afraid that the distraction of the horny hound might interrupt the blow-job he had been so greatly enjoying.
“Want me to pull the son of a bitch off you, Sis?” he rasped, just like any concerned brother preventing the rape of his kid sister.
Jennifer looked at him.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” she cried.
Joe groaned, realizing how truly depraved she was, and his cock surged in her lips, his lust aroused even more by the sordid knowledge that his sibling was a dog fucker — or, at least — that she soon would be.
Gently squeezing the German Shepherd’s big balls, the blonde nymphette tugged his cock lower down, so that his naked cock-knob slid into her pussy. Her hand moved up and grasped his prick by the hilt. Then, tilting her wrist, she turned his great prick down so that it was aimed straight up into her bubbling cunt.
She moved his cock-head up and down, using it to stir her creamy bowl and whipping the naked prick against her throbbing clit.
“Ummmm,” she moaned, as that massive slab of fiery dog cock brushed against her explosive clit.
She realized that she was neglecting her brother and gave his prick a suck. Joe grunted and leaned over her shoulder, staring down in total fascination as he watched the brute’s swollen cock slide around in her creamy pussy. The lad didn’t mind waiting awhile before he blew his wad, for he was excited by the sight of impending bestiality as he was by the pure pleasure of her incestuous mouth.
Preliminary doggy spunk oozed from Adolph’s parted piss hole and flowed, all thick and gooey, into Jennifer’s already soaking cunt-slot. As if his balls and the dog’s were somehow connected, via the bridge of her nubile body that linked them together, Joe spilled another trickle of pre-cum onto the girl’s lashing tongue.
Jennifer tugged the tip of the frantic dog’s cock into her open pussy-slot. The fat red wedge of naked prick expanded in her clinging cunt-lips.
“Shove it up my fuck-hole, boy,” she gasped. “Feed that big fucker to — unghhh.” She broke off, gurgling, as Joe plowed his cock back into her gorge. She sucked on it voraciously, then drew her lips up to his cock-knob. “Fill my cunt up, Adolph! Stuff me full of big, doggy prick! Oh, shit! Fuck my ass off, you hairy bastard! Shoot your hot doggy slime up my cunt!”
Holding Joe’s cock-head in her lips and teasing the slimy tip with her tongue, Jennifer hiked her trim little ass up, urging the animal to plunge into her pussy. The doggy yelped. Now that the tip of his cock was bedded, the beast knew what to do. His front paws gripped her around the hipbones, pulling her back. His haunches heaved, rippling with sinew, surging with animal lust. His flanks quivered and he panted heavily, drooling onto her arched back. Then he began to sink his prick into Jennifer’s smoldering pussy.
His cock-head vanished in her cunt.
“Oh!” Jennifer cried, as she felt her pussy fill up with pounding dog prick, stretching her cunt-lips open and pulsing in the wet folds.
Adolph fed her an inch of hairy cock.
“Oooooh!” she whimpered, shoving her ass back to meet his burrowing bludgeon.
With a deep, rumbling sound in his shaggy throat, the brute plunged again, driving his prick all the way up into the girl’s cunt.
“Fucking hell!” Joe gasped, watching over the slope of his sibling’s trembling ass-cheeks and seeing the long, thick doggy prick disappear into the coral pink slot of her soaking pussy.
The dog’s cock was buried to the hilt. Jennifer’s pliable cunt-lips were plastered open around the hairy root of his thick cock-stalk and his swollen balls were ballooning in her crotch, jiggling with their load.
“He’s fucking you, Sis!” Joe groaned.
“Don’t I fucking know it!” she cried, her words muffled on his prick.
Her lips were trembling as they slid around on Joe’s cock-head and her eyelashes fluttered up and down. The dog’s massive prick was stuffing her to the brim, filling her to the very core of her cunt-hole. His cock-knob felt like a glowing ember in her belly and his rock-hard prick was working like a crowbar in her pussy. His cock was so deep that she thought his fiery knob might come sliding right out of her mouth, brushing her brother’s prick out of the way! She thought that her hipbones might jump right out of their sockets as his rock-hard cock throbbed and expanded, filling her fuck-hole completely.
Whimpering, clinging to her haunches, the big German Shepherd held the full, pounding penetration, savoring the pleasure of having his smoking-hot prick buried ball-deep in her sweet, clinging pussy and letting Jennifer thrill to the sensation of being stuffed to the brim with hard, hairy animal cock.
She wriggled her ass and hips, grinding her fuck-hole around on his prick while still retaining the full coupling. Her pussy rippled, the inner muscles pulsing, closing around his hairy cock-shaft in a series of rings, as if she were jerking him off with her cunt. The firm, trim cheeks of her ass went up and down, and she shot her hips out from side to side. Her wet cunt was pulling like a squeezebox on his prick.
Joe, panting like a locomotive, shoved his cock deep into her throat. Jennifer wondered if those two swollen cock-heads brother’s and dog’s, might not be bumping together somewhere in the middle of her body. Spiked at both ends, the girl felt as if she were roasting on a spit, transfixed through and through by fiery pricks.
A fat cock-knob pulsed in her gullet and a swollen prick flared deep in her belly. She quivered and moaned. Taking two cocks at once, fucking and sucking simultaneously, was naughty at any time — but the fact that one of those cocks was attached to her brother and the other was sprouting from the bestial loins of a doggy drove Jennifer crazy with lust, a combination of oral incest and bestiality filling her with a delectable sense of utter and delicious depravity.
Her head bobbed up and down on her brother’s delicious prick, taking it all into her mouth and throat and then sucking slowly back up to his knob, her drool streaming down his cock-shaft as it came sliding from the oval collar of her lips.
“Ummmmm,” she purred, cherishing that mouthful of sweet sibling slime.
Adolph was yelping deliriously, still holding all of his prick buried up her cunt-gash. Jennifer began to hump under him, pulling her pussy-tunnel up and down through a few inches of stiff doggy cock, adding the fiery sensation of friction to the thrilling feeling of having her fuck-hole stuffed chock full of animal prick.
The German Shepherd got the idea. He began to hump, shoving his cock out as the girl pushed back onto the stiff prick. They began working in unison, fucking together like some well-oiled machine. His prick plunged in, plugging her pussy to the depths, then pulled back out, the hairy cock-rod all matted with cunt-juice.
Joe fell into the rhythm with his sister and the doggy, fucking her in the mouth each time the dumb brute plowed up her pussy. He was still staring down over the angle of her heart-shaped ass, watching the dog’s hairy prick go in and out, as thrilled by that bestial sight as he was by the action of her skillful tongue and talented lips as they worked on his cock.
The German Shepherd was clinging to her ass and the boy was leaning over her shoulders and, for a moment, they were face to face. Both were panting. The doggy blinked and Joe grunted. They stared at each other, a boy and his dog, sharing some primitive knowledge that spanned the gap between the species.
And, between them, they were filling that naughty little nymphette with joy. Jennifer was moaning and whimpering, panting and gurgling. She thrust her mouth onto Joe’s prick and danced her ass under the dog. Her lips pulled up Joe’s cock-shaft, sucking through every delicious inch and her cunt-lips were pulled out, distending, as the dog’s prick drew from her pussy, so that he seemed to be turning her cunt inside out.
They fucked into her together, stuffing her from both ends, then changed the pace and Adolph screwed up her fuck-hole as Joe pulled from her face, then the doggy withdrew as her brother fed his prick to her face again.
Her cunt-slot was overflowing, spilling out foaming juice onto the brute’s hairy cock-stalk and soaking his balls as those big bags of spunk swung in and slapped against her sodden crotch. Her mouth drooled onto Joe’s cock, spilling out saliva down his cock-rod and onto his belly and balls. Streaks of pre-cum ran through her slobber.
Joe’s balls swung in and whacked her under the chin, sloshing with the cum load that was filling them fuller by the moment. The dog’s balls rolled heavily into her groin as he sank his prick in to the hairy hilt, tilting her ass up on his savage thrusts.
“Oh! Unghhh! Ahhhhh!” she grunted, buffeted between them and soaring to the heights of bliss of that double dose of prick.
Her fat tits swung as her lithe body coiled and uncoiled like a pliable spring, gleefully taking cocks in and out of head and tail. The doggy shoveled his prick in, hiking her nimble ass up with a long, underslung stroke. Her knees left the ground, then bumped back down when the brute drew his prick back. Her haunches sank under his weight, then heaved up on tensing thighs. Her golden-blonde hair tumbled about as she jammed her radiant face down on her brother’s thundering cock, gorging like a glutton on that scrumptious sibling snack.
Waves of exquisite ecstasy coursed through her loins and shot up her thighs. The horny teenager was creaming and creaming again, her cunt and clit exploding, peaking, ebbing, then peaking at another crest. Her tongue bathed Joe’s prick, drooling. She wailed, yearning for a cuntful of doggy cum and a mouthful of brotherly ball-juice. Her ass whipped wildly about and her head fairly flew up and down on Joe’s pounding prick as she sought to bring both of her bizarre lovers off at the same electric instant.
“Cum — umpfhhh — cream me — unghhh — shoot your fucking jism into me!” she panted, her words punctuated by grunts as Joe stuffed her mouth and throat, urging on boy and dog and yearning equally for both slimy squirts.
Her ass heaved and pumped as she sought a cuntful of hot canine cum and her mouth was working like a suction pump as she milked for sibling spunk, hungry for the gooey geyser of her brother’s engorged balls.
Joe was fucking his sister’s mouth as if it were a cunt and her cunt was sucking like a mouth on the German Shepherd’s plunging prick.
The dog was yelping and from the way his cock was bucking in her cunt, Jennifer knew that the brute was about ready to flood her pussy with cum.
She pulled her mouth off Joe’s cock for a moment, skinning it back with her fist so that his knob flared out. With her lips stirring right against his sticky crown, she pulled his prick back into her mouth, sucking greedily on the knob and frigging his cock-shaft with her fist, adding manual stimulation to the oral suction to bring him to the crest.
“Yeah! Swallow my slime, Sis!” Joe howled.
Adolph bayed like a wolf.
They blew their wads into the cum-loving teenager at the same instant, filling her with jism and with joy. The dog spurted a river of canine cum up into her sodden fuck-hole and her brother hosed her throat with a steaming stream of his jism.
Jennifer wailed, her clit detonating again and her cunt tunnel contracting. Her mouth pulled hungrily on Joe’s prick and her fist flew up and down on his cock-shaft, pumping jism jets into her maw while, at the same time, her pussy sucked more scum from the dog’s cock and balls.
She swallowed a creamy mouthful and her brother instantly flooded her tongue with another load. She drank it greedily, feeling the sweet succulence warming her belly as the dog’s heavy cum load splashed into the core of her cunt, sloshing around in her swampy pussy.
Joe groaned as she drank him dry. Jennifer pulled the last slimy spunk out of his pisshole in a creamy rope, her throat pulsing as she gulped the precious stuff down. Growling and snarling with delight, the German Shepherd emptied his big scumbags to the very dregs into her flooded fuck-hole.
Joe sank back onto his heels, panting and voided. Adolph slumped over her twitching ass, drooling onto her slender, arched back, as the last of his spunk trickled out into the pool of her pussy.
Jennifer continued to wriggle between them, working off her last sweet spasms on the dog’s prick and coaxing a few last tasty scum drops out of her brother’s spent cock-head.
Both sets of balls, beast’s and boy’s, were empty, shrunken and collapsed.
Yet both pricks were still stiff.
And insatiable little Jennifer smiled, knowing that the fun was not yet ended …

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The Siblings: chapter 4, The First Time

This is the fourth chapter. In it, they finally have sex, but it’s done in a way that shows the love they both share. It’s a bit more erotic than the previous two, but it’s also a short chapter. Read, enjoy, and PLEASE COMMENT. Thanks.
I own nothing. All belongs to Michael K. Smith.
Also, I’m assuming here hymen was broken during masturbation, so don’t complain that it isn’t mentioned. K?
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The First Time
by Michael K. Smith
[From Chapter 6; set in 1972; he’s 17, she’s 16.]
Alex and I went through a period of anxiety and self-doubt between Christmas and the New Year. In barely a week, I would be sixteen and she fifteen — old enough to marry in some states with parental consent. Our relationship had evolved so gradually that neither of us had felt any pressure about it. It was like taking a slow stroll through rising hills and coming abruptly to a halt at the brink of an unexpected chasm. We suddenly were realizing just how high we had climbed. In less than a single year, our physical relationship had progressed from separate masturbation, to jerking off in company, to making out like any other teenagers, to *really* making out, to mutual oral sex. And after Alex’s episode with Patty, the only thing it seemed we hadn’t done was The Deed itself.
As long as Alex was still technically a virgin, regardless of the amount of sex play we indulged in, perhaps we thought we could continue to pretend that this was all just fun and affectionate games. But we came to understand that soon, very soon, we would no longer be able to restrain ourselves. The sex play wouldn’t be enough. Though we didn’t discuss it in so many words, we both wanted very badly to spend an entire night fucking ourselves into exhaustion. Moreover, the opportunity was there every day and the lingering fear of taking that final step was dissipating. What were we going to do?
It all came to a head the third week in December. We were lying in her bed, naked, our bodies pressed hungrily together. My hands were squeezing and stroking her ass and her hands were manipulating my penis and my balls. We both were breathing hard. My cock was an inch away from where I knew it belonged, and I wanted so badly to slip it into that warm, moist opening! And I was convinced that Alex wanted me inside her, too. I knew I wasn’t the only one torn by physical desire when I gradually became aware that my sister’s body was shaking from some emotion other than lust.
Her face was buried against my chest and I had to pull back to see that she was sobbing in frustration. Her face was flushed and she looked terribly unhappy. I pulled her close to me again and cuddled her head beneath my chin and stroked her back.
Her fingers tried to kneed my chest. “I’m sorry, Michael. I just don’t think I can stand it any longer. I WANT YOU! Making love like this without *really* making love is driving me crazy!”
God, I wanted her, too. But I was worrying about it a lot lately, just as she was. I knew what “incest” was — we both had read quite a lot about its perils and traumas. But the cases we read about seemed to involve mostly young girls trying to deal with forced relationships by much older male relatives, whether father or brother, and that certainly didn’t apply to us.
Consenting sibling incest, if it was discussed at all, was seldom analyzed or tracked for its social and psychological consequences. No one approved of it, of course — most of the books we had read through didn’t seem to approve of sex at all — and again, there was always the assumption of a forced relationship.
We had found one case study in a popular magazine and read it together several times, trying to make sense of it. It concerned a couple in their late 20s who had met through friends, begun dating, and fallen in love. They had seemed almost magnetically drawn to each other from the first and they planned to be married in due course.
Then the woman, who was an adoptee searching for her biological family, finally uncovered explicit information about her long-lost siblings, all of whom had been adopted out to different families at a very young age — and there on the list of names was the man with whom she was in love.
Alex and I both thought this a terrible tragedy — to gain a sibling at the expense of losing a lover and spouse-to-be — but the couple in the magazine article had immediately shifted gears and romantic love seemed to instantly transform itself into traditional filial devotion.
Neither of us could quite believe that the couple had been able to undergo such a radical emotional transformation without severe psychological disturbance. Or were most people really such slaves to a primarily European tradition?
We didn’t know, but it was frightening. And it was the most important reason that we went to such lengths to keep our own relationship secret. As brother and sister, we were utterly devoted to each other. But as members of the opposite sex, we were deeply in love. And not puppy love, either. I had a couple of acquaintances who had gone through a “crush” phase with an older brother or sister. They laughed about it later or maintained an embarrassed silence.
We had also read the theories of psychologists who argued that siblings went through a stage of infantile sexual attraction which they were physically unable to fulfill, so that the attraction turned to active rejection of each other as possible sex partners by the time they reached puberty. That sounded like crap to us, and it certainly didn’t fit our own case.
We also knew the hoary old biological arguments — that children born of incestuous relationships were likely to be congenital idiots with two heads, or worse. We knew *that* wouldn’t wash. The human gene pool was much too large for common parents in one generation to be statistically significant.
So we weren’t in a situation of child abuse, and there was no valid biological argument that we could see. Incest was simply a taboo, inherited from Neolithic ancestors with a different survival agenda. And we lay there in bed, holding tightly to each other, both of us in tears now, feeling conspired against by society. Our relationship, emotional and otherwise, was certainly different — we recognized that. But did that make it “wrong”?
Maybe we were *ahead* of the pack in terms of evolution. Maybe many other sibling couples felt as we did but were afraid of departing so far from the norm — or else thought themselves depraved. Perhaps we shared a common insanity. Or was everybody *else* nuts?
After awhile, we found ourselves sprawled on Alex’s bed in conversational mode, still naked, but not feeling very sexually aroused at the moment. The tears had gone but the depression hadn’t.
“Michael, what it comes down to is whether we’re going to listen to ourselves or to the rest of the world. Do we want — do we *need* — each other badly enough to tell everyone else to go to hell?”
“But we’re still minors, Alex. Unless we ran away, the State would keep us apart if they found out. We’d both probably end up in the nut house, under shock treatment. Remember the ending of “Cuckoo’s Nest”? And you know we’re not going to drop out of school and run away from home. We’d make lousy hippies. I think all we can do is to keep The Secret and wait until we’re old enough that no one can stop us, until we can protect ourselves.”
“But that’s *years* yet — and a year longer for me! Michael, I don’t want to wait that long — I can’t! I want to fuck you!” Her cheeks colored a bit at her own vehemence and she took a deep breath.
“I want to make love to you, Michael. And I want you to make love to me. *Love.* And I can’t wait too much longer. I’ve been waiting for months. I even started taking the Pill a few months ago — Janie’s father is a doctor and she got them for me — and I’ve just been waiting for the right time.” She gave me a look of such longing, I got flutters in my stomach.
She shifted to a kneeling position, which — even naked — seemed somehow more formal. Her expression became serious. “It all comes down to one question, Michael: Do you love me?”
I just looked at her for a moment, then sat up facing her. This didn’t sound like a rhetorical question; did she really need an answer?
“You know how I feel about you, Alex.”
She folded her hands together and tucked them between her knees, and studied them. “Maybe I do, but I have to hear it. Please.”
I leaned forward and covered her hands with mine. I looked into her eyes and said slowly and clearly, “Alex, I love you with all my heart.” She blushed a little but her smile seemed relieved. She caught my hand and squeezed.
“Michael, I love you more than anything. Anything. We *are* in love, for real, and it’s not fair that we can’t share it physically, like any other couple.”
I guess that’s what made up my mind. I was still nervous about taking the final step, taking my sister’s virginity, even though she was actively pressing it on me.
“Incest,” I decided at that moment, was just a word. An outmoded concept that had no relevance to us. I’d had one semester of psychology, though I was actually very widely read in that field already, and I suspected Freud and his crowd would have all sorts of significant things to say about us, but that simply didn’t interest me. It didn’t mean anything.
My sister and I might be unusual in our relationship, but that was all it was — “unusual.” If we had had two different sets of parents, we would have been just like any other teenage couple, and no one would care. So what was so perverted? What was so degenerate about us?
I realized that my conclusions had been coalescing for months. I knew I loved a girl named Alexandra. And that it wasn’t a crush, or puppy love, or anything so trivial. Those things were all we were *supposed* to be capable of feeling at our age, but I was convinced that our feelings for each other were much, much deeper. Perhaps we were simply more mature in certain ways than most of our peers . . . or maybe it was our slowly developing love and resulting closeness that had matured us. However cause and effect worked, the result was the same.
These thoughts rushed in and piled atop one another in my mind as we sat there in bed holding hands and gazing longingly at each other. It was almost an epiphany. My nervousness about the resolution of our sexual involvement was still there, of course, but now it was the natural nervousness of any young male contemplating sex with a girl he cares for deeply. That “I-word,” the one we never used aloud, no longer entered into it.
The few seconds’ pause in our conversation seemed like an hour. I had to think back to recall the last thing Alex had said. Ah. Yes.
“You’re right,” I replied. “It’s not fair. And I think we’ve just decided to do something about it, haven’t we?” Alex looked faintly surprised at the sudden resolution in my voice.
“But I think we should treat this as a special occasion — special for both of us. Why don’t we give each other a very special, very private birthday gift?” Her eyes were bright, now.
“I also think we should give up all this foreplay with no ‘last act’ until then. Sweets taste a lot nicer when you haven’t had any for awhile.”
“Yeah,” she said with a smile. “I think you’re right. Looking without being able to touch will make us anticipate the Big Day all the more.” She hesitated. “We don’t have to avoid each other, do we?”
“Alex, we’re still brother and sister; what else have we been agonizing about? We just won’t be lovers for a week, not actively anyway. But I still get a kiss in the morning, okay?”
My sister looked and seemed happier than she had in months. This was a deep river for us to cross, but I thought things would be all right, now that we had decided to blow up the log jam.
It was a long week . . . like trudging across a desert, even though you know when and where the waterhole is going to be. We continued the same friendly affection we had developed over the years, and we still exchanged quick kisses of greeting and departure. We held hands when we went shopping out of our neighborhood.
But each of us adopted a careful modesty around the other. Clothing changes were made with bedroom doors shut, and we knocked on the bathroom door, just like other people. All showers were solo. We stopped our intimate but casual sex play. In some ways, of course, it was godawful frustrating, but it also heightened the sexual tension, like tightening a guitar string. For some years, I had had regular dreams about Alex — always very nice ones, too — but now the dreams came every night.
She was still doing most of her studying on my bed, though she was wearing more than just underwear these days. But neither of us was getting a lot of studying done; we spent much of our time looking at each other and smiling. The mounting anticipation became almost overwhelming.
The morning of January 6th, my — our — birthday, as I was putting my keys and coins in my pockets, I discovered a neatly sealed square envelope propped on top of my chest of drawers.
On the front was “An Invitation,” lettered in my sister’s precise script. Inside was a folded sheet of her monogrammed notepaper which read:
“The Joy of Your Presence Is Requested at a Grand Opening to Be Entered Into
at Approximately 9:00 p.m. on the Evening of January 6th and Ending Whenever
the Revelers Are Exhausted. No R.S.V.P. Required, No Excuses Accepted.
Dress: Optional.”
I had a great deal of difficulty concentrating on school that Friday.
We had a leisurely supper with Mother and Dad, who wished us both Happy Birthday and gave us our presents. Our family had never made a big deal of birthdays, especially after we each passed the plastic toy stage.
That suited us, too. Each January, Alex and I gave each other small, highly personalized gifts carefully selected or handmade. The more unusual and unexpected, the better; no unimaginative boxes of candy or bottles of cologne.
This year, our folks gave us each very nice new wristwatches in matching style, relatively modest in price but a lot better than the old Timexes we both were wearing. Our gifts to each other would come later.
Dad was working on weekends at least half the time these days, in addition to his frequent business trips, but I was concerned that he might be inconveniently present that night. Not *that* night, of all nights, please!
As it turned out, he was taking Mother for a rare night out: They were going to a show and then to visit some friends across town who had recently returned from a winter vacation in the Caribbean. Mother absolutely hated lugging her wheelchair to other people’s homes, but these friends had known her a very long time, long before her arthritis became crippling. Anyway, they didn’t expect to be home until well after Midnight, which was fine with us.
We each took an hour in the bathroom, trying to make ourselves perfect for the occasion. I had problems deciding what to wear. Or should I just show up naked, wearing a bow tie? I finally settled on a pair of slacks and a reasonably new dress shirt with the top few buttons undone. Then I slipped on my loafers without socks. This was almost formal attire by Upstairs standards, but it was nothing I couldn’t get out of in a hurry. As I was brushing my hair and wondering how to approach our rendezvous, the question was answered by Alex’s soft knock at my door.
“Michael? Don’t open the door yet — but it’s ten to nine, and I’d like you to come and open MY door at exactly nine o’clock. All right?” I agreed and heard her bare feet hurry back down the hall. Whatever she was preparing, it was going to be interesting.
At ten seconds before 9:00 by my new watch, I stepped across the hall. Alex had taped a big red satin bow to the middle of her door, with a printed note just above it: “ENTER WITHOUT KNOCKING.”
I turned the knob and walked into the nearly dark room. Alex was waiting across the room, but I was struck for a moment by how neat and tidy the place was. No dirty laundry, bed newly made, closet door shut. She had swept and dusted, too. This really WAS a special occasion. The lights were off and the window shade was drawn, but a soft illumination was provided by a dozen candles set at intervals around the room.
Alex stood by her dresser wearing a blue velveteen mini, dark blue hose, and a pair of shiny black patent high heels that must have been borrowed. She had beautiful legs in any outfit, but tonight the effect was stunning. A gold-orange satin scoop-necked blouse provided an electric contrast to her long, deep-red hair. She wore no jewelry — the colors did the work very nicely. And she certainly looked older than just-turned-fifteen! I stood just inside her door, rooted to the spot in amazement, tinged with awe. I had never seen my sister looking more beautiful and desirable. My face must have shown my reaction clearly because she blushed and looked very pleased. Then she almost giggled but managed to control herself.
She reached over to her dresser and switched on a Wollensak tape recorder I hadn’t noticed (also undoubtedly borrowed), and began walking across the room, swaying her hips gracefully and provocatively. The music was for slow-dancing and we slipped into each other’s arms and moved around the small, empty center of the room in no particular pattern or step.
Rather than going into a clinch as we usually did during a slow number, we found ourselves examining each other’s face minutely. Alex seldom wore much makeup except lipstick; she simply didn’t need it. Tonight, the lipstick was absent; she knew it wasn’t much good for serious kissing. Her lips were covered only by a thin sheen of gloss which made her mouth appear moist and inviting.
Her eyes had gotten much more attention, however. The shadowing was faint but effective, making her brilliant green eyes appear even larger and more magnetic. The effect was that I felt myself falling in love with her all over again, as if I had just met her at a school dance. She was looking at me a little differently, too, and I was glad I had shaved after supper (though I’d had to search diligently for stubble).
After a few minutes, she sighed in contentment and slipped her arms possessively around my neck. Her soft cheek brushed mine and she whispered “I love you” close to my ear. I scattered slow kisses down her cheek and along her jawline and she purred and shivered a little.
I popped open the little pearl buttons down the back of her blouse one at a time as we continued to move in our unhurried dance. She wore no bra and when the blouse fell open I smoothed my hands over her soft, sleek skin, enjoying the shifting of muscles under my fingers. She stepped back almost bashfully and let the blouse slide off her arms. As I covered her breasts with my open hands, she unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. Both garments were tossed in a chair in the corner and we went back to dancing, pressed breast to breast, four hands caressing two bodies.
Alex took the initiative next, unhooking my slacks and sliding down the zipper down far enough to allow them to fall to the floor. I pushed down my briefs, stepped out of my loafers, and kicked the whole mass to one side. We embraced and our hands continued to move over each other, as if exploring for the first time.
Alex reached down and squeezed my penis, stretching it upward between us. Because she was still wearing her heels, I was able to reach around, push up her skirt, and grip her ass, one cheek in each hand. I think both of us wanted badly to simply throw ourselves on the bed, but we had tacitly agreed to spend a little time tormenting ourselves. Foreplay with a vengeance.
Alex stepped away, turned her back to me, and pushed her mini and her hose slowly to the floor, swinging her bottom as she did so. She stepped out of her heels one at a time, to get rid of the hose, and then put them back on. She turned back to face me, a beautiful, naked girl in heat and heels. I was barely able to breath.
She paced the few steps back to me with smoke drifting out of her eyes. I unconsciously backed up to the bed. “I’m not going to suck you this time and you’re not going to eat me,” she said in a low, intense voice. “We’ve had nothing BUT foreplay. Tonight, we’re going to fuck!” Her crooked smile seemed very determined.
She pushed me relentlessly onto my back on the bed and crawled sinuously on top of me. My cock was erect and straining and she rubbed her pubic mound against it as she covered my body with hers. She nudged the inside of my calves with her feet and I spread my legs wide and straight. She followed exactly, keeping her legs balanced atop mine.
Then she stretched my arms out to the sides and again followed my movement, laying her palms flat against mine, fingers spread. Her loose hair fell around my face as she touched the tip of her nose to mine and began licking my lips with her tongue. I thought we must look like wrestling starfish, with the curvy one pinning the larger one. I knew I could slip my cock into her pussy easily in this position, but Alex apparently had her own program and kept the instrument trapped between us. She moved against me as we kissed deeply — just an inch or so in different directions, but the experience of *really* full body contact was extraordinarily sensual.
Finally, with Alex’s prompting, we brought our limbs back together and intertwined our legs and held each other very tightly. Then we rolled over, assuming the classic missionary position. Alex was flushed now — so was I — and I felt the moisture in her crotch filtering through her pubic hair. She raised her knees and spread her legs.
Taking my head in her hands, she began kissing my eyes, my chin, my mouth, and whispering over and over, “Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me. . . .” She was so aroused in anticipation, her whole body was trembling seismically.
I stroked my cock against her cleft, bringing little gasping noises from her as it passed over her clit like a violin bow. Then I eased it into her a little at a time, savoring the pauses. It was as if all my nerve endings were concentrated in my cock, which felt a foot long and six inches thick. Finally, I was all the way into her and my backbrain wanted to climb in behind it. This was where both of us had wanted to be for months, and now we were here and we almost couldn’t believe it.
As I began stroking slowly in and out (I was determined not to come too soon), Alex wrapped her legs high on my back and curled her pelvis hard against me. She wanted me to fill her up completely and I tried hard to comply. Her eyes fluttered open and shut and she made rhythmic moaning sounds in the back of her throat.
My sister’s leg-lock was so persistent, I found I could barely move. I pushed her long legs up over my shoulders, with her ankles against my ears, and took a more vertical position, like I was drilling a well. I plunged into her at an increased pace, pulling out almost completely each time so as to make the longest possible strokes. Each time I felt an orgasm beginning to build, I slowed my pace to prolong the action. But it still wasn’t enough — as if anything *could* be enough. But I wanted all of this fantastic girl, and she wanted to give all of herself to me.
She spread her legs as far apart as she could, hands behind her knees. As I continued to screw myself into her, I pressed her legs as flat against the bed as I could, trying to increase the friction against her clit. She made a little mew of discomfort, and I sure didn’t want to hurt her in any way. I was breathing too hard to talk, but I raised my eyebrows in a question.
She gasped a reply. “No — it’s okay — harder — harder and deeper — oh, God — it feels so good — I can’t stand it.”
So I really went to it, slamming into her like a piston in a steam engine. Her head was jogged forward by two inches on each stroke, but if she felt any strain it was lost in her sexual delirium. I hadn’t even touched her nipples, yet they stood up stiffly and seemed to pulsate.
My climax started as a tingling in the soles of my feet. I wanted very much for us to share our first “official” orgasm, and the thin, wailing moan coming from my sister’s writhing mouth made me pretty sure we could do it.
She suddenly wrapped her legs around my waist again and clung frantically to my arms and shoulders, as if she were about to fall off a cliff. Her shuttering, gasping climax might indeed have thrown her off the bed, except that she triggered my own orgasm. My paroxysms continued for half a minute and she jerked and trembled again with each new spasm.
As our hot-wired bodies slowly coasted to a halt, I rolled carefully off Alex, who turned on her side to face me. Both of us ran with rivulets of sweat. We kept touching each other’s faces and bodies, gently, hesitantly, awed by the intensity of what we had just experienced. Both of us were bright red in the face and struggling to get our wind back.
I was finally able to speak. “I was afraid I might hurt you, Sweetheart — I kind of lost control for awhile there. . . .” I laid my hand on her soft, damp cheek and she placed her hand over mine. “It felt a little like I was killing you.”
Alex kissed me softly and lovingly. “Michael,” she murmured, “if I’m dead then I’ve sure gone to heaven!” Then she got that look in her eye again. “That was a beautiful birthday present — just what I’ve always wanted! But I have a present for you, too.”
She scooted toward the foot of the bed until her face was level with my crotch and slid her hands under my ass, squeezing and kneading. My cock had shriveled considerably already, but when she began to lick at it and suck the remaining white fluid from its tip, it recovered quickly enough.
My cock was covered with my semen and her own juices, but she seemed to enjoy the combination of flavors, and I certainly enjoyed the attention. I wasn’t sure I could gobble her pussy under similar circumstances. It was temporarily so soft, she was able to stuff my entire penis into her mouth and both my balls as well. She swallowed a couple of times, and I could sense my equipment edging down her throat.
Then she applied *real* suction and clamped her mouth around the base of my genitals, without biting. Her eyes twinkled when she tugged her head back, and the strain, physical and emotional, became exquisitely erotic. In less than thirty seconds, Alex found she could no longer hold all of me in her mouth.
She began to lick up and down the stem like a lollipop and I responded with more sexual energy than I would have thought possible. The head of my penis, especially, was still very sensitive from my first orgasm and the flicking of her tongue gave me a restless twitch.
“Alex, if you don’t sit on it quick, it’s gonna leave without you!”
She grinned and bounced up to straddle my hips. Taking her cue from my earlier method, she grasped my penis between her legs and rubbed the head briskly against her pussy. I moaned from the electricity she generated.
She settled herself onto my cock and pressed her crotch down and forward, pushing me into herself as far as she could. She moved up and down experimentally, shifting her hips from side to side. My penetration was greater than before, and since Alex was in control each movement and change of pace was a surprise. It felt wonderful.
I took one perfect breast in each hand and massaged them, finally tugging her down to me. She braced herself on locked arms, leaning forward so I could suck on her swaying nipples. I chewed gently on the little corks and she closed her eyes and hummed in the back of her throat.
My hands on her ass pressed her clit against my grinding cock, which made her lips curl back. Her back was arched, her stomach flat against mine, her breasts brushing my face. I urged her on and she flattened herself against me, her hands squeezing my shoulders. Her ass swung up and down as I moved down and up, both of us stretching to obtain the longest stroke. Soon we were slamming together, both gasping for breath, and then I felt the spasm of climax building rapidly in my groin. I squeezed her ass tightly and shot off into her steaming cunt again. Alex launched herself a few seconds behind me, gasping and shuddering. The contraction of her vaginal muscles milked the last drop of semen from me.
She let herself collapse completely, her cunt still filled to capacity. She gave a low moan that communicated pleasure, satisfaction, and exhaustion. My cock was shrinking from overwork, too, and as it withdrew itself from her, I felt my come oozing out with it. Alex finally let herself roll off and lay beside me, her knees still slightly bent and her legs apart. I slipped my arm behind her head and she leaned over and kissed me and stroked my chest.
I squeezed my cock, coaxing the milky residue out, and gathered the mixture of her juices and mine that had soaked into my pubic hair. Then I carefully smeared it across her belly. She peered down when she felt the stickiness and smiled benignly. Then she gathered a handful of the stuff from between her legs and spread it just as carefully across my stomach. I grinned back at her and put my arms around her, and held her close to me. She folded her hands against my chest and nibbled at my throat.
After a few warm minutes catching our breath and basking in the heat we had generated, Alex nuzzled me. “Michael, we need to get up and take a shower, before we get stuck together . . . as much as I hate to leave your arms right now. God, I love you. But I can love you in the shower, too. C’mon . . .”
She began sliding toward the side of the bed, trying to drag me after her. I mumbled a protest as she rolled me over on the sweat-soaked sheets. The clock read just after midnight. I knew Alex was right, but she’d worn me out and I wanted to just lie there. She finally got my attention by tugging firmly on my flaccid penis; she giggled and I moved.
We wandered the few yards down the hall to the bathroom, arms around each other’s waists, hips bumping together. I turned the shower up to hot-as-hell while Alex dug out a stack of thick towels. The bathroom was already filling up with steam as we climbed into the big shower stall and closed the glass door.
We shared showers often in those days, soaping each other up and down and sliding out bodies against each other. We always loved to handle each other’s bodies, tracing the curves and planes with our fingertips and the palms of our hands.
I enjoyed kneeling behind my sister and shampooing her thick hair — and I knew she enjoyed it, sitting cross-legged on the tile floor with her head leaning against my chest. That position also made it easy for me to cup her breasts in my soapy hands, to lift them and play with them, pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She always enjoyed that, too.
There was something particularly romantic and erotic about sharing a lengthy deep kiss, naked under the hot cascade from the shower head, our sweat mixing with the steam, the water splashing from her body to mine and back to hers. We did that now, but there was the new, added element of fulfilled sex. No more holding back, no more being careful to maintain control. As long as both of us were willing at any given moment, we could fuck all we wanted. It was a very liberating realization. And though we were both a bit exhausted — and very stiff — we hadn’t lost interest.
Alex flattened her body against mine under the spray, one arm tight around my neck and her other hand tangled in my hair as her tongue tickled my palette. Her thighs pressed against mine, her crotch grinding against my cock (which was, unbelievably, already showing renewed interest), her navel trying to form a suction with mine. Her breasts were mashed hard against my chest, as if she were trying to get inside my skin with me.
Admittedly, I helped, massaging her beautiful ass and rubbing the base of my cock against her clit. I backed her against the wall and shifted my hands to her thighs. Her legs parted and, with a little squirming and maneuvering, I was able to get my reinvigorated cock into a position where it suddenly slid up the channel into her cunt.
She sighed and tried to hold me even closer. Her right foot hooked behind my knee. I tried bending at the knees to get some friction started, but my sister was too close to my own height and too heavy to lift, especially in the slippery shower. I was only able to move an inch or so in and out of her and both of us were becoming frustrated.
Finally, she reached down and squeezed my balls and slid off of me. “Fuck me from behind, Michael,” she said urgently.
She went quickly down on her hands and knees, facing away from the shower head. I immediately knelt behind her and spread her upper thighs with my hands. She angled her ass upward and her pussy showed itself invitingly. I slid my hand between her legs and grasped her whole crotch. She made a sound in the back of her throat and increased the angle of her spine even more.
I moved up closer and slid my fully erect cock smoothly into her yet again. Alex’s head whipped back and a tremor traveled down her body. As I began plunging away, she contracted the muscles in her vagina in counterpoint. Soon, she was down on her elbows, bracing herself against the tile as I slammed into her. Her body was being jolted so much, I was afraid she might bang the top of her head against the wall. But when I tried to ease off a little, Alex only insisted, “No! Fuck me harder! Harder!”
I held onto her hips and when I squeezed, she moaned and gasped even louder. But the floor of the shower was slippery and so were we, and Alex’s knees gradually slid out from under her. When it became obvious that she was going to wind up on the floor of the shower, I pushed into her as far as possible and settled her carefully, face down.
The hot water splashed off my back and my pubic hair was tickling her asshole. She twitched her buttocks against my belly as a signal to recommence our activities. I began fucking her again, hoping my cock wouldn’t slip out, but that turned out not to be a problem. In fact, when she pressed her thighs together, with my legs on the outside, I discovered that the friction had improved — even with my sister’s naturally snug cunt. It also was obvious that the friction against her clit had increased.
As I speeded up my strokes, shoving her whole body forward each time, she emitted little sobs of passion. She stretched her arms back and spread her hands along my sides, and I laid my full weight along her body, pulling her shoulders and arms back.
Though I didn’t really think about it until later, there was a certain amount of domination/rape fantasy going on. I wouldn’t have hurt Alex for anything, and she trusted me absolutely, which allowed her to at least pretend to give up some of her control, to be submissive in her fantasies. Whatever the case, we both got off on it.
As we speeded up again, I definitely began to feel that I was “using” her and my reaction to that was a bit uncertain, but Alex seemed to be enjoying herself enormously — this was our third time around this evening — and that knowledge kept me aroused.
Finally, as we began the climb to another orgasm, I moved one hand between our bodies so that my thumb insinuated itself between her buttocks and pressed against her rectum. I was taking a chance since I had no idea how my sister would react to ass-play. I wrapped my other hand in her hair and tugged back just enough to make her arch her neck.
My hesitancy was answered when she shivered under the hot shower and my hot body and her ass trembled. I slammed into her the last two times and ejaculated more heavily than I would have believed. At the same time, I pressed my thumb a half-inch into her rectum and twitched it from side to side. I pulled a little harder on her hair.
She stiffened and I thought I had gone too far. But then she took a deep breath, sighed loudly, and let her whole body relax, almost seeming to sink into the tile. Still lying on top of her, covering her body with mine, I felt I was both dominating and protecting her. I stroked her arms and flanks and kissed the back of her neck and her shoulders. I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and just lie there.
Eventually, though, I levered my weight off her and climbed unsteadily to my feet. Now the water was splashing on Alex and she moaned a little and came back to the real world. She stood and we clung to each other without speaking. There was nothing more to be said that we hadn’t already communicated with our bodies. My penis was sore and numb and her vagina was filled to the brim with my sperm, and the world seemed perfect to us.
We finished our shower — or, rather, we started over again — and dried each other lovingly, pausing for kisses which were filled with love and affection now, rather than raw passion. It was nearly 2:00 in the morning when we finally slid wearily into bed, naked, me spooning in behind her. One of my arms supported her head and the other wrapped itself around her torso. Alex sighed happily and wiggled back against me. I kissed the back of her head and murmured, “I love you . . .”
She stroked my arm a few times. “Oh, Michael, I love you, too. . . .” We drifted off to sleep, stiff and tired and a little dazed, but happier and more content than we had ever been before.
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And The Dog Made Three PT2

Chapter 2
Tracy lazily slid her foot down the Great Dane’s flank and under him, rubbing her instep up and down the length of his huge prick. Her dark eyes widened with delight when she felt how hard and hot his cock was. She had been thinking that she had ought to jerk the doggy off to relieve his frustration, but now she realized that playing with such a big, shapely prick would be fun, as well.
Major squirmed and wriggled, humping his cock out against the girl’s foot. His big head dipped down for another slurp at her cunt, then rose up, jaws dripping and amber eyes gleaming like a wolf standing over his prey.
Tracy leaned down and kissed the dog on his damp muzzle, tasting her own cunt-juices. He licked her face and she sucked his cream-soaked tongue into her mouth, French kissing the dog, adoring the combined sauce of doggy slobber and pussy-cum all blended together.
She reached under the big brute and folded her delicate hand around his cock-shaft. The doggy yelped and his iron-hard prick vibrated, thrilling the dog to the core.
Tracy had given hand-jobs to plenty of boys in her time, but this was the first that she had held a throbbing dog cock and the naughtiness of it really turned her on. Her well-tongued cunt began to simmer again. The lips opened like the petals of a flower and her clit stiffened and shot out, tingling.
The Great Dane woofed and inhaled, then dipped his head down to her groin again, obviously eager to tongue her some more. But now it was his turn to cream.
Tracy let him lap at her cunt for a few moments, then pulled his head from her groin and twisted around beside him, so that she could see his cock as she fondled it.
That huge prick looked as good as it felt.
Tracy even wondered what it would taste like! Her tongue slid across her lips automatically. She loved to blow guys and she could just imagine how frantic and enthusiastic a dog would get if a girl mouthed his prick. But she wasn’t sure if she was ready to do something as really naughty and depraved as sucking off a dog — not quite, not yet.
The dog humped through her fist, whining. Tracy slid her hand back and cupped his swollen scumbags, squeezing them gently and lifting them in her palm as if weighing his cum load. They were heavy and huge. She could feel his jism sloshing around inside the inflated bags as she jiggled them in her palm.
She pulled her hand up his cock-stalk. His hairy sheath curled up over the ledge of his naked red cock-head like a wrinkled carpet. Then she skinned back toward his balls and his cock knob loomed out, flaring.
Tracy sniffed, inhaling the musky, gamey aroma of that overheated cock-meat. The girl was still licking her lips, not even aware that she was doing it. The naked slab of his angry red crown looked so delicious that Tracy’s mouth had started to water — the natural reaction of a born cock-sucker even though she didn’t intend to blow the brute — not yet anyhow. Major was always available, and Tracy had a pretty shrewd idea that, now they had started fooling around together, they would be enjoying lots of mutual pleasures in the future.
“You like that, boy?” she whispered, as she gave his prick a slow push-pull.
The big doggy whimpered, his flanks rippling as he shoved his cock through her hand.
His piss-hole opened wider and a glob of frothy pre-cum came oozing out, all pearly on his red cock-knob. Tracy rubbed the slime into his smoking hot cock with her thumb.
“Oooooh,” she moaned, softly, when she felt how hot and thick his spunk was.
What a fucking thrill it was going to be when all of his steaming slime load came spurting out from his throbbing cock!
She held his balls in her left hand and began to stroke his cock-shaft steadily with her right hand, eager to milk the brute off. She leaned closer, staring at his bloated cock-knob. More preliminary fluids oozed out and Tracy whimpered.
“Wanna cum, Major?” she rasped, huskily. “Want me to pump your fuck-juice out, boy?”
Paws scrambling frantically on the tiles, the Great Dane humped, throwing his cock through her caressing hand. The knob loomed out toward her, dripping. Her fist skimmed him on his own lubrication, moving faster.
The girl squirmed closer, arching her back. “Shoot on my tits,” she moaned. “Yeah — yeah — cream all over my tits, Major!”
She thrust those fat tits toward him as she pumped his prick, eager to feel all that hot doggy jism splash on her tit meat. From the violent way that his iron-hard prick was jolting in her fist, Tracy knew she wouldn’t have long to wait.
The dog’s head was going up and down like a rocking horse as he screwed through her fist.
Tracy skimmed him lightly, then tightened her grip and frigged more firmly, pulling his sheath up and down around the core of his rock-hard cock-rod. More pre-cum bubbled from his pisshole, slathering his knob. Her fist pumped back to his balls, then stroked up to his cock-head, her hand working in counterpoint to the dog’s frantic humping.
“Oooooh — cum, boy — shoot on me!” Tracy moaned.
Her tits were tingling for his cum, the nipples standing out like little pink rockets.
Tracy was panting and jerking and her cum was smoldering and flooding. Her face was a mask of desire, radiant with passion as she pounded steadily away, beating the brute’s cock with vigor.
“C’mon — cream me, Major!” she whined, her lips trembling. “Give my tits a bath!”
His cock-head ballooned into a massive wedge of naked red meat as he humped out toward her. Tracy could feel the heat of his cock-knob waft over her tits. His dribbling pisshole was wide open now, lathering his fat slab. Her hand was all slippery and spunky as she tossed him up and down and his cock-shaft was so hot she thought it might blister her hand. His cock-head was swelling so big and fat it looked ready to burst.
Major yelped frantically.
“Oooooh — hose my tits — whitewash my tits!” the naughty girl wailed.
She was gasping and gurgling with the thrill of dog-frigging.
She inhaled his gamey scent, staring with intense concentration at his cock knob, anticipating the joy of seeing his fuck-juice come squirting out. She jerked and jacked, pumped and stroked, pulled and pushed steadily, bringing the big brute surging toward the crest.
The dog yelped again. His whole massive body was trembling violently. Tracy felt his scumbags explode in her left hand. She frigged down his cock-shaft, feeling his fuck-juice as it rushed up that pounding prick. As her fist pumped back to the root of his stalk, skinning his cock-head, his jism came shooting out in a geyser.
“Oooooh!” she squealed.
His first squirt fell on her fat tits, all thick and creamy and heavy as quicksilver. He shot again, on the recoil, as she pulled up his cock shaft. His jism spurted onto her nipples and bubbled into her cleavage.
Tracy was gasping with joy. No human prick had ever creamed her so abundantly. She pushed back and the Great Dane plunged forward, his cock-head spilling more spunk onto her tits. A creamy torrent skimmed up into the hollow of her throat.
“Ummm — keep it up, boy,” she whimpered. “Drown me in the fucking stuff!”
Her tits were awash already. Cum dripped from the rosy tips and slathered the upthrust globes, all milky white on her suntanned flesh. She looked down at her slimy tits, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled the starchy aroma of his jism, then gazed at his cock-head again, as another creamy spurt cascaded out.
The potent pet kept on creaming, spraying the cum-juice out with every stroke of her hand, fucking the girl’s fist with savage energy.
His cock-head pulsed in and out and his balls inflated then diminished as he spilled more scum out — then swelled with another load. His vitality seemed endless, his balls bottomless, his energy boundless. Tracy leaned closer and the doggy hooked upward through her fist. Another jism jet sped from his cock-knob and juiced her on the chin.
Tracy wailed. She turned her face away, then turned back. Her trembling lips parted and the tip of her tongue slid out. She jerked another spurt out right onto her mouth. The succulent slime foamed on her lips and frothed on her tongue, driving the teenager wild as the flavor registered on her taste-buds and she found that dog cum was even more yummy than it looked.
Her head tilted back, dark hair tumbling. Trembling, Tracy pumped more spunk into her open mouth.
Like a fluid rocket, the dumb brute’s fuck-juice flashed from his knob and doused her lips.
Tracy leaned closer and opened her mouth wider. She frigged his stalk and a slimy rope of cum skimmed over her tongue. She savored it, moaning, then swallowed. The sweet stuff warmed her belly like a fine cognac — and whetted her appetite for more. She kept on pumping and the dog kept on spunking.
Then, whimpering, Major faltered, his dynamic creaming coming to an end. His humping became erratic and jerky. His head hung down and his flanks heaved. He stood over Tracy as she milked out the last precious drops from his cock and balls.
She bent closer, all of her inhibitions melted in the heat of her desire. His slippery cock-head loomed right in her face. Her tongue slid out and she tapped the tip against his soaking knob, whimpering. The brute’s cock-meat, all slathered with his fuck juice, was scrumptious. Doggy cock was delicious, and Tracy knew that, right or wrong, naughty or not, she was going to be giving the brute plenty of head from now on. She flicked her tongue all over his gooey cock-knob, gathering up his slime and bathing his cock with her saliva.
Major whined at his new sensation. Tracy tongued him thoroughly, then kissed the tip of his prick and let her lips slowly part around it, feeding the naked slab of his cock-head right into her mouth and sucking on it.
“Ummmmm,” she purred.
Her cheeks hollowed in as she suckled. She slobbered down his hairy cock-rod, inching more of his cock into her mouth, her lips sucking and her tongue playing against the underside of his fat cock-head. She coaxed another drop of juice out from his pisshole, rolling the gooey glob on her taste-buds and then letting it slide down her throat.
The insatiable little minx was already wondering how soon the dog would be ready to cum again.
Leaning back, she smiled, thrilled by her own depravity. She felt deliciously naughty, so excited that she knew it would be hard to keep it a secret.
What would her friend, Jennifer, think if Tracy were to make a confession? It might prove interesting.

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And The Dog Made Three PT3

Chapter 3
Tracy scooped up the dog cum from her tits and lapped it greedily from her palms, not wanting to waste a single drop of the lovely stuff. She eyed Major, wondering if she might manage to milk another load from him. But the Great Dane looked drained and his prick had diminished and receded, the naked cock-knob drawn back into his sheath.
Tracy decided to call on her girlfriend, Jennifer, who lived next door. She was just bursting to tell someone about what she had done. Jennifer might be shocked or disgusted, of course. But, somehow, Tracy had an idea that the sexy blond girl would be fascinated.
And Jennifer, too, had a doggy …
* * *
Tracy rubbed the last dregs of spunk into her fat tits, then put her bikini on, tugging the tiny bottom up over her simmering loins and tucking her tits into the halter. She winked at Major, as if to let the doggy know that he would soon be in for another treat.
Nubile hips saucily swinging, Tracy crossed through the adjoining back yards to Jennifer’s house. As she had hoped, Jennifer was also sun-bathing beside her pool, wearing a skimpy black bikini that tied at the sides, leaving her sleek flanks bared, and the outer rims of her well-rounded tits exposed.
Tracy paused to admire her friend for a moment, before she announced her presence. Tracy had never made it with another girl, but she had thought about it a great deal and, when she did — usually while playing with her pussy — she generally thought about Jennifer.
Jennifer was every bit as nubile and sexy as Tracy, but in a different and nicely contrasting fashion. She had blond hair, worn curly and tumbled, big blue eyes that could look both innocent and sultry, and a shapely figure that had certainly inspired many creamy wet dreams and hand-jobs among the local lads.
Tracy wasn’t the only one admiring lovely, blond, bikini-clad Jennifer at the moment.
Eighteen-year-old Joe, tall and athletic and pubescent, had also been staring at his kid sister and getting a booming hard-on in the process.
Joe had been screwing his pounding fist while entertaining incestuous thoughts for some time now. The boy figured it was wicked to lust after his sister, but what the hell — that only made him cum more. Joe lurked around the house, constantly hoping to catch a glimpse of the sexy sibling in a state of undress, changing her clothing or taking a shower or sunbathing topless.
Joe, at the moment, was sitting in the arbor across from the pool, concealed in the leafy shadows, his eyes glued on Jennifer’s trim body and his prick thundering in the confines of his tight jeans.
Soon necessity would decree that he haul his cock out and empty his balls by hand, he knew, but he was waiting as long as he could, even at the risk of creaming his jeans, in the hopes that his sexy sister might decide to remove the top of her bikini so that he could beat his meat over the mouth-watering sight of bouncy tits.
Lying on the ground beside Joe, the family dog, a big German Shepherd, was also regarding Jennifer with a certain interest.
Joe, concentrating on Jennifer, was unaware that the dog was also getting aroused.
Then the little nymphet from next door showed up and, with two nubile teenagers to admire in those tiny swimsuits, Joe groaned. He knew he could not endure much longer before he whipped his cock out and jacked off …
* * *
“Oh, wow!” Jennifer gasped.
She turned over onto her back, staring up at Tracy with her wide blue eyes. The dark-haired teenager had knelt down beside the blond and, after a casual exchange of commonplace conversation, had assumed a very impish look that told Jennifer that she had just been very naughty. Jennifer had shown interest, of course. And then Tracy, blushing but grinning, admitted that she had been fooling with her dog.
“Did you really?” Jennifer asked, intrigued.
“Yeah — it was fun, too.”
“But how — what did you –”
Tracy leaned forward conspiratorially, her heavy tits falling in her halter so that the deep cleavage and the globes almost to the nipples were bared much to Joe’s delight, although he couldn’t hear what they were saying.
“I was asleep by the pool, see — and I was having a lovely dream — and then I woke up and realized that Major was lapping my pussy!” Tracy said, her face all radiant with her naughty confession.
“Yeah? Oooooh — what did you do?”
Tracy grinned wickedly. “I took my bikini bottom off and let him finish the job.”
Jennifer squealed with vicarious delight.
“Did — did you cream his tongue?”
“Ummmm — I sure as hell did.”
“Oh! You’re so naughty!” Jennifer cried — but she obviously approved of her friend’s misbehavior.
Tracy hesitated, wondering whether she should also tell Jennifer that she had jerked the Great Dane off onto her tits and into her face and mouth? She wanted to, but she was afraid that maybe Jennifer wouldn’t be ready for that much naughtiness. Tracy didn’t want to risk putting Jennifer off and ruining all the interesting prospects.
“You gonna let him do it again?” Jennifer asked.
“Oh, yeah. All the time.” Tracy gave Jennifer a speculative look. “I just had to tell somebody about it and — and I thought maybe you might like to come on over and find out what some doggy tongue feels like.”
Jennifer blushed, lowering her eyes.
“Oooooh — I couldn’t!” she said, but there was no much conviction in her tone.
“Or — the damned dog really enjoyed himself, wallowing around in my cunt, you know? It made me wonder what it would be like to suck a cunt, myself –”
Jennifer swallowed hard.
“I thought maybe you and I might give each other some head, Jenny,” Tracy blurted out. “Just for the hell of it you know, just to see what it’s like.”
“But — but we aren’t lesbians!” Jennifer squealed.
“Shit, no. But a girl doesn’t have to be a damned dyke to eat some pussy,” Tracy declared.
“I — I don’t know,” Jennifer said, huskily. “I’d have to think about it, I guess.”
Tracy nodded, satisfied. Since Jennifer hadn’t declined, there seemed to be a pretty good chance that the blond girl would be willing. But Tracy didn’t want to ruin things by rushing or insisting. She figured that she had sowed the seeds and now it would be better to wait and let Jennifer make the next move. Things like cunt-lapping were obviously better by mutual initiative. Anyway, Tracy was eager to get back home and see if Major had another hard-on.
Grinning at Jennifer, who was looking slightly stunned, Tracy got to her feet, her tits bouncing in her halter.
“Well, come on over, if you want to,” she said. “We can have a lot of fun together — and with the doggy.”
Grinning, she turned and walked away, her heart-shaped little ass swinging like a pendulum.
Jennifer stared after that departing ass. The girl was surprised to find that Tracy had bisexual inclinations, but not at all shocked. She was fascinated. What would it be like to sink her tongue up Tracy’s wet, bushy cunt? she wondered. How lovely it would feel to have Tracy’s raven-dark head clamped between her thighs! What would be the harm of it, after all? Since neither of them was a lesbian, it would only be sort of girlish fooling around, right?
Not to mention the cunt-lapping Great Dane! Jennifer began to pant, her fat tits surging in her scanty halter. She was sorely tempted to rush after Tracy and suggest they eat each other out immediately. But then she figured it wouldn’t be wise to appear so eager — that it was better to play it modestly, almost reluctantly, so if it didn’t work out right it would be Tracy’s fault for instigating it and she could play the seduced innocent.
But her cunt was on fire, and Jennifer knew that she had to do something about that. She got to her feet on shaky legs, her face all flushed and her loins all juicy. She started toward the house, intending to finger-fuck herself in her bedroom.
But then she changed direction and, not realizing that it was occupied, headed for the arbor. Jennifer often frigged her cunt there, enjoying the variation of scene and setting, thrilled by an open air orgasm.
Her pussy was steaming like a live ember between her legs and the crotchband of her bikini was soaking wet. Her cunt squished juicily at every stride. The teenager was hotter than she had ever been before, and ready for just about anything and, fantasizing frantically about lesbianism and bestiality, she found herself confronted by incest …
* * *
Joe had just opened his fly and hauled his considerable cock and balls out, about to beat himself off. Then, seeing his kid sister heading toward him, he desperately struggled to jam his hard-on away again. Stiff as a crowbar, his prick bucked and levered as, groaning, the tormented youth forced it into his jeans. He yanked the zipper up. But the incriminating bulk of his erection still bulged unmistakably, pulsing and throbbing, in his denim-clad groin.
“Oh!” Jennifer exclaimed, stepping into the arbor and finding her brother there.
She was annoyed, wanting privacy to play with her pussy, and started to turn away.
Then she noticed Joe’s swollen crotch.
Too excited to act modest, Jennifer inclined her head at her brother’s groin.
“You been spying on me?” She giggled.
Joe looked sheepish.
“You gonna jerk off, or what?” she asked. Joe blinked, startled by his kid sister’s boldness. Then the lad realized that she, too, was sexually aroused. The crotch of her bikini was soaking wet and a trickle of pearly cunt-nectar glistened on her inner thigh. Nor was Jennifer making any effort to hide her horniness. She was even standing with her legs apart.
“Errr — yeah, I guess,” he muttered.
“Oooooh — can I watch, Joe?” Jennifer squealed.
“Jeez, Sis … ” he croaked.
It amused Jennifer — and greatly increased her confidence — to realize that she was more forward and less inhibited than her older brother. She felt wondrously naughty. And as long as they just looked at each other, it wouldn’t really be like incest, she reasoned.
“Wanna see me rub my cunt?” she chirped. “I’ll finger-fuck myself and you can jack off and we can watch each other while we cream, okay?”
Joe groaned. A damp, sticky patch spread out where his cock-head flared in his jeans. The youth could hardly believe this was happening. He thought that so much blood must have rushed into his cock and balls that he had blacked out and was having a wet dream. He closed his eyes.
Then he opened his eyes again and saw that Jennifer had her hand pushed down inside her bikini panties, cupped over her cunt-mound and slowly moving.
It was too much for Joe.
Gasping, he ripped his zipper down. His prick sprang out like a rocket. He reached in and dragged his bloated balls out, then moved his hand away, letting his kid sister gaze at his naked cock.
“Oooooh!” Jennifer moaned.
Joe’s cock-head was vibrating and humming. The dark vein pulsed up the underside of his cock, spreading out in the delta of his swollen cock-knob. His balls were enormous, holding promise of a most abundant cum load.
“Oh, Joe — you’re so big and hard,” she purred.
He pumped his prick muscles, making his towering cock jump and jolt.
With her eyes glued on her brother’s prick, naughty little Jennifer began to squirm out of her bikini. She tugged it down and, raising one knee to kick it off, gave him a clear look at her smoldering cunt. Her pussy was open like a flower, all frothy with her spillage, her whole crotch lathered and her clit standing out like a bullet.
She removed her halter and her tits swung free. She stared in fascination at her brother’s cock and he stared back at her creamy crotch, groaning. His cock was beating like a drum, and his sister’s cunt was rippling and fluttering like a suction cup.
“Can I touch your cock, Joe?” she whimpered.
He nodded, dumbly, stunned.
Jennifer reached out and ran her fingertips up his cock-stalk and onto his sticky knob. She moaned, feeling him throb. Joe reached out and hesitated.
“Ummmm, touch me, too,” she said.
Joe’s hand, palm up, dipped into Jennifer’s crotch. Her cunt spilled a creamy pool into his hand. He rubbed and squeezed, feeling her clit swell and her cunt-lips slowly unfold.
Standing there, face to face, brother and sister fondled each other.
Jennifer wrapped her hand around his cock-shaft and slowly pulled up and pushed down, making his cock-head flare. Joe’s fingers traced through her wet cunt and pulled at her clit.
“Yeah — let’s frig each other off, okay?” Jennifer rasped, her voice husky. “That’s not really incest — just giving each other hand-jobs.”
She shifted closer, holding his hot cock against her rounded belly. His cock-head branded her like a hot iron and his cock pressed an elongated indentation into her smooth belly. His balls were jammed up against her golden-blond cunt thicket.
Wanting to feel her brother’s smoking-hot cock against her tits, Jennifer slowly slid down. His iron-hard prick inched up her stomach and then nudged into the deep cleavage between her plump tits. She sank lower, until she was kneeling before him, her face level with his belly. As she went down, Joe continued to stand, and his hand slipped out of her cunt.
But Jennifer was so fascinated by her brother’s cock and balls and the prospect of emptying his cum load that she didn’t care if he wasn’t caressing her at the same time. Instead of frigging each other off simultaneously, the girl had decided that it would be a lot better if they were to take turns doing it. That way she could really concentrate on milking him off without any distractions and then enjoy having the favor returned.
She squirmed against him, rolling her fat tits over his thunderous cock. Joe moaned and gave a little thrust, sliding his cock up and down between her tits. His hands rested on her shoulders.
“Ummmm — yeah — fuck my tits, Joe!” she purred.
He reached lower and cupped her tits in both hands, pushing them up and together so that her cleavage tightened around his cock. Christ, it felt good! he thought, still hardly able to believe what was happening. He pulled at her nipples as he held her tits around his prick and slid up and down between the mounds.
His swollen purple cock-head came squeezing out from her tit-cleft and nudged slowly up her breastbone, nuzzling into the hollow of her throat.
Jennifer tilted her lovely face down, staring at that huge purple slab.
He humped again. His cock-knob disappeared between her tits, then pushed back up into her fluttering throat. His pisshole was weeping steadily now, laying a slippery trail of frothy pre-cum up her breastbone.
What was incest? the sex-crazed girl wondered, licking her lips and panting onto his cock-head. As long as they didn’t actually fuck, it was just fooling around, right? A blow-job wasn’t any more naughty than a hand-job.
His cock was all slathered with spunk now, looking like a fat purple plum drenched in heavy cream, so delicious that it made her drool.
Her cunt was drooling, as well, and Jennifer figured that if she gave Joe some head he would be only too pleased to return the favor. Jennifer yearned for her brother’s hot lapper as much as she was yearning for a mouthful of his creamy cock-meat.
Joe humped again, his pounding prick surging up through her smooth tit ravine. She could feel the heat of his cock waft into her face and, sniffing, inhaled the delicious aroma of spunk-soaked cock.
“Shall I lick it, Joe?” she whispered. She looked up at his lust-twisted face, smiling and showing him her tongue, switching that moist, pink lapper slowly back and forth across her parted lips.
“Jeez, Sis, yeah!” he gasped, his mind spinning as more blood rushed into his loins.
Her blonde head turned down again, her chin resting on her slippery breastbone. Joe pulled back and his cock-head vanished in her cleavage. Then he shoved it up again, and as his smoking cock-knob emerged, Jennifer slid her tongue out and lapped at it.
Joe jerked as if he had been electrocuted as he felt a tongue on his cock-head for the first time.
“Ummmm — Yummy,” Jennifer sighed, thrilled to the core by the succulence of cock-meat and creamy seepage.
He humped her tits slowly and steadily and she tongued at his cock-knob each time it came sliding up to her face. Joe’s hands slid up and he held her head between them. Jennifer cupped her tits around his prick, keeping her cleavage snug, as her deft tongue flashed over his slimy cock.
“Wanna shoot in my mouth, Joe?” she whimpered, totally abandoned to lust.
His pre-cum had whetted her appetite and she was hungry for the full dose that was bloating those brotherly balls like balloons.
Joe tried to speak, and failed. His vocal cords were as stiff as his prick.
Jennifer glanced up through a web of fluttering eyelashes. She would have giggled at the stricken expression on her brother’s face, had she not been drooling so heavily. Instead, she only gurgled, saliva and spunk bubbling from her lips. Those wet lips parted.
“Hummmm? Wanna cream in my fucking mouth? Wanna whitewash my tonsils, Joe?” she moaned. She lapped at his cock-head again, not taking it into her lips yet. “Wanna use my mouth for a cunt, big brother? Yeah! Fuck my face!”
Joe shoved his prick up. His sister’s nimble tongue bathed and washed his cock-knob. He drew down and plunged up again and this time the naughty girl bobbed her head down and took his slimy purple cock between her lips.
“Ahhhhh!” she sighed, suckling on his cock-head with relish.
Her cheeks drew in and her lips stretched, collaring his thick cock-stalk. Sucking his prick was even more thrilling than licking it and the girl began to gasp and gurgle as she nursed on his prick.
She moaned, slobbering heavily down his cock-shaft. Joe fucked her tits and plowed on up into her willing mouth, going deeper. He fed half of his long, hard prick into her face, tilting her head back. Going suck crazy, Jennifer turned her face from side to side, screwing her lips down onto his prick like a juicy nut onto a meaty bolt. Her blonde head ducked up and down, jumping onto his cock.
Her tongue was still flashing, slurping at the underside of his cock-head and shaft as it slid in and out through the suckling collar of her lips. His prick flared in her maw, the thick vein pulsing. His swollen balls rolled up her stomach and nudged against the slopes of her tits as he shoved his prick up through her cleavage en route to her mouth.
“Unghhh!” She gulped as his huge cock-head slid right into her throat, his balls dragging up and brushing her under the chin as they lay on her tit mounds.
She turned her face, taking his cock-knob into each cheek, then back into her throat again. His pisshole was flowing so heavily now that even though the potent youth hadn’t shot his wad yet, his sister’s hungry mouth was already filling up with creamy fuck juice. Mixed with her saliva, the stuff poured down his prick, soaking his balls and flowing in foamy streaks over her up-thrust tits and into her cleavage. She gulped greedily, swallowing some, then sucked for more.
His prick jerked down until only the foaming lip was in her lips. Jennifer whispered down his prick as if she were speaking into a microphone.
“Cum, cum, Joey,” she whimpered. “Fuck my mouth and feed me your sweet jism!”
Joe moaned and thrust his prick all the way into his sister’s hot mouth again.
Jennifer gagged on his flaring prick, holding it deep in her maw, then sucked back up his stalk, worshipping every throbbing inch of his cock-rod.
“Cream my mouth, Joe! Slime my fucking mouth!” the girl wailed, desperate for the joy of feeling his prick explode and his cum spurt out.
Joe fed his cock in frantically, tossing Jennifer’s blonde head up and down as his cock hooked in to the hilt, filling her greedy maw to the brim.
His hands tightened on her head, holding her face steady as he pumped his prick in.
“Here it comes, Sis!” he howled.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” she gasped, sucking voraciously on his ballooning prick.
She felt his balls explode against the slopes of her tits, felt his cock-shaft expand as his fuck-juice came rushing up, then wailed in ecstasy as his steaming hot jism drenched her mouth.
She had never known that so much cum could explode from a single set of balls! His first jism jet hit the back of her throat. Coming on the rebound, his second torrent skimmed over her flashing tongue, making her taste-buds tingle. He hosed her cheeks and squirted slime up against the arched roof of her mouth. His cock was going off like a machine gun, flooding her eager maw in creamy geysers and deluges. Her tongue was floating in his slime.
Jennifer swallowed and gulped, but his load was too much for her. Spunk overflowed from her lips and ran down her chin.
Her head bobbed down, gorging on his prick. She sucked and swallowed with rapture. Joe jolted in, more jism jets spraying her. Moist whimpers bubbled from her lips.
Joe began to stagger, feeling as if his life force were spilling from his cock and balls. His last spurt gushed onto her tongue and he stopped humping, standing there with his head and shoulders thrown back and his loins thrust up, his prick buried to the root in her drenched mouth.
A few last trickles came squeezing out of his pisshole as Jennifer continued to suck adoringly. The girl was filled with joy at having swallowed her brother’s delirious load, yet sorry that it was ended, still greedy for more. She nursed on his spent prick greedily, loving the taste and the texture. She fed it all into her mouth, then drew her lips up, slurping the dregs from his cock-shaft and suckling on his knob again.
His prick slipped from her lips, swaying, starting to soften and shrink slightly. Jennifer ducked after it and used her tongue to gather up the errant cum drops that had seeped down onto his balls.
She looked up at her brother’s face, smiling happily and sticking her tongue out so that he could see his slime streaking the pink flesh.
“I love to drink your jism, Joey,” she purred. Brother and sister gazed at each other in awe, stunned by the emotions that were tumbling through their minds and their bodies.

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And The Dog Made Three PT1

The dog started it, really.
Tracy Turner was sunbathing beside the swimming pool at the back of the house. The girl was young, but already very nubile and sexy, with the sort of body that had caused nearly all of the boys at school to frantically jack off while pretending that their fists were Tracy’s hot cunt or sensual mouth. Gallons of cum had been spilled over fantasies of her — and Tracy would have been delighted had she known how many hand-jobs she had inspired, because she was a naughty little girl who aspired to be naughtier.
She had a heavy mane of dark, curly hair, almost black but shot through with reddish highlights, glinting copper, bronze, rust as the sun fell over her. Her eyes, closed now, were mahogany brown, heavily lidded and lashed. Her cheekbones were high and rather exotic, with a speckling of freckles just a shade darker than her suntanned skin. Her mouth was wide and full and sensual — the sort of mouth that automatically made a young man think of blow-jobs.
She was wearing only the bottom half of her bikini as she sunbathed topless in the privacy of her own back yard. Her tits were plump and firm, capped by rosy nipples that stood out in twin peaks, stiff and tantalizing, a mouth-watering sight to any man or boy — and to quite a few women, as well. Her back was slender, her waist narrow and her belly gently rounded. She was slim-hipped and long-legged, sinewy yet soft, athletic in a very feminine fashion.
Her bikini bottom was a tiny wisp of silk, drawn tight across her hips and dragged up into her crotch, as if by the suction of her cunt. A few wisps of dark pubic hair curled out from the narrow crotchband. She lay on her back, one shapely leg extended, her foot trailing in the water and the other knee slightly raised, her thighs parted.
In that position, Tracy was a most provocative sight, a vision that would have caused instant hard-on’s, had there been any horny young men about to admire her.
But Tracy was alone.
Except for the dog.
Major, the big Great Dane, was lying in the grass beside the pool, his massive head resting on his front legs, slumbering peacefully. The brute was entertaining doggy dreams, pursuing juicy bunny rabbits and hated cats. His powerful haunches stirred and his flanks rippled gently.
Tracy, as usual, was dreaming about handsome men and boys — film stars and athletes and shaggy singers — and her dreams were beginning to take on an erotic nature. She dreamed of being seduced — and of seducing. Images of giant pricks, rigid and throbbing as they loomed up from swollen scumbags, danced fancifully through her sleeping mind. Her sexy lips turned up in a smile, her long, silken eyelashes fluttered — and her cunt began to simmer.
The heated fragrance of pussy wafted from the girl’s groin and drifted across the yard on the gentle breeze — coming to the sensitive snout of the Great Dane. He, too, was dreaming and their dreams were becoming linked by that exciting scent.
The dog’s nostrils twitched and rippled, inhaling the perfume of pussy. His long, red tongue came lolling from his jaw, wet with slobber. His dreams changed subtly and gradually, the object of his sleeping pursuit shifting away from rabbits and cats to a far juicier and tastier and provocative sort of prey — aromatic pussy.
The Great Dane’s huge cock began to swell and elongate from his loins. His balls ballooned and his cock-shaft slowly extended and hardened. His fat sheath drew back and the tip of his angry red knob came squeezing out.
The brute inhaled deeply and all of his bloated cock-head slipped free of the hairy sheath, looming out in a fat wedge of slick meat, the cleft parted. His knob pulsed in and out and a few drops of frothy pre-cum oozed from his piss hole.
Major woofed and rumbled deep in his throat, then began to whine. He stirred restlessly, aroused by the provocative scent assailing his nose. His stubby tail wagged. He whimpered and opened his amber eyes.
Raising his head, tongue hanging out and dripping, the Great Dane gazed at his young mistress. The dumb brute was slightly puzzled, knowing full well that Tracy was not a bitch in heat and not able to figure out why his instincts and reactions were spanning the gap between the species. But he most definitely was aroused, whether he knew why or not. His prick was thundering by this time.
He arched his big, blunt head around and licked at the slippery tip of his flaring cock-head, then stared back at the girl from whose groin those delicious aromas were streaming so tantalizingly.
Because he was only a dumb animal, Major didn’t know why he was getting so excited about the girl but, being only a dumb brute, he also had no idea that bestiality was taboo.
The Great Dane decided to investigate this phenomenon. He got to his feet, rising awkwardly around the looming bulk of his cock. With his long prick jutting out under him, the naked cock knob almost reached his massive chest.
He advanced cautiously toward the pool area, his haunches lowered as if he were stalking a wary prey. He inhaled, following that compelling odor, drawn to Tracy’s steaming cunt like an iron filing to a magnet.
Tracy stirred, breathing a bit harder as her dreams got more intense. Her hips shifted slightly. She dreamed that she was sitting on Mick Jagger’s face, with the double advantage of masking his unsightly countenance while taking advantage of his voluminous mouth.
Major crept up, his muzzle thrust out, quivering. His wet, black nose flared. He lapped lightly at the inside flesh of her sleek thigh. Tracy murmured in her slumber. The dog licked higher, then pushed his questing snout right into the teenager’s crotch.
The crotchband of her bikini panties was sucked up into her smoldering cunt, exposing a hairy pink cunt-lip on either side. The material was drenched with pussy-juice. The Great Dane sniffed rapturously, then slid his fat tongue out and began to slurp at the delicious spillage of her cunt. His tongue lapped at her unfurled cunt-lips and at the sensitive nugget of her clit as it stood out stiffly against her panties. Doggy slobber soaked her crotch.
Tracy woke up abruptly.
Still smiling dreamily, she gazed down the gentle slope of her body — then gasped, as she realized that her doggy was sniffing in her cunt!
She jerked away automatically.
Major raised his head and whined, his drooling lapper dropping from his jaws, an inquisitive look in his eyes and his ears standing attentively.
“You naughty dog,” Tracy admonished.
But then she giggled, thinking that the dog looked just like some hopeful teenaged boy on his first date. His tongue had felt lovely and her cunt was still steaming.
Tracy nibbled at her lower lip, thoughtfully. Was it really so very wicked to let a dog lap her cunt? she wondered. And even it was, it would be her secret. The dog, obviously, could not kiss and tell — unless he could somehow pass on the information to other dogs, and Tracy giggled again at the thought of having a pack of hounds baying outside her window whenever she lay in bed, playing with her pussy. Well, was it wicked? Maybe so. But naughty things were always a hell of a lot more thrilling than wholesome things — and felt better, as well.
Tracy flushed, radiant with excitement at her own depravity, grinning impishly as she made up her mind to be naughty. She lay back, arching sinuously. She cupped her fat tits in her hands, pushing the heavy globes together and deepening the smooth cleavage. Her thumbs glided back and forth across the pert pink tips.
“Well — go ahead, then,” she whispered, huskily, giving her pelvis a suggestive jerk.
Major cocked his head uncertainly.
“C’mon, you big, dumb son of a bitch.” She giggled. “You want a dog yummy? Ummmm? You wanna lap my pussy, boy? Go on, then — lap the fucker –”
She hiked her trim little ass up, arching her slender back and tilting her groin higher. Her long, shapely thighs parted wider.
Major yelped and jammed his muzzle back into her bikini-clad crotch. He snuffled and licked, his wet tongue slapping moistly against her.
Tracy purred, wriggling against his snout, enjoying both the pleasant sensation and the dark psychological thrill of being so naughty, of surrendering so willingly to such an unholy whim.
Shit! I’m getting my cunt licked by a fucking dog! she thought, feeling deliciously degenerate.
The Great Dane burrowed in, as if he were trying to root a rabbit from its warren. His nose nudged, pushing the sodden crotchband of her bikini panties right up into her cunt. Juice creamed down her rosy cunt-lips, and the doggy hungrily lapped it up, slurping around the hairy rim of her pussy as the aroused teenager squirmed and writhed in ecstasy. Her heart-shaped ass jerked and her hips and belly pumped in a fucking motion.
Reaching down, she grasped the Great Dane’s collar and pulled his head away for a moment. Major gave her a baleful look, thinking she was denying him that succulent snack steaming between her thighs. But Tracy only wanted to uncover the tray.
She tucked her thumbs under the elastic waistband and, hips grinding, drew her panties down. She kicked one foot free, leaving the soaking garment looped around the other ankle. She tilted her crotch up again, presenting her naked cunt like a steaming hot dish on a hairy platter. Her pussy-lips were unfolded, exposing the darker inner folds, all streaked with girl cream. Her clit stood out like a stump in a swamp.
Pulling gently at her tingling nipples, Tracy gazed down her belly and licked her lips. She couldn’t blame the doggy — her cunt looked awfully delicious!
Tracy knew, from licking her fingers when she frigged herself, that pussy-juice was scrumptious and, naturally, she often wondered what the stuff would taste like when a girl sucked it straight out of a creaming cunt-hole — another naughty experience to which she aspired!
Whining, Major dived into her crotch again, lapping with glee at her naked cunt-gash.
Tracy moaned. It felt even better now that her panties were not hindering his tongue strokes. She reached down and spread her cunt-lips wide open, turning her pussy into an oval slot. The dog’s long, hot tongue slid right up her cunt-hole and she gasped at the sensation.
He ducked down, running his eager lapper all the way up her groin with a slurp. She arched, trembling. The brute’s wet tongue started in the crack of her ass and dragged up through her open cunt, then flipped out in the dark tangle of her cunt-mound.
Pussy-nectar sprayed onto her belly and into her curly pubic thicket. Trickles of the pearly stuff ran down the insides of her thighs and soaked into the crack of her ass. The doggy was going crazy as he lapped at her overflowing cunt, his nimble tongue slapping at her in a frenzy.
“Oh! Oh! Oooooh –” Tracy moaned, jerking in a wild, horizontal dance against his head.
He whimpered into her steaming cunt. His tongue dipped into her pussy, traced along her cunt-lips and bathed her clit. As the girl’s cunt got hotter and creamier, the Great Dane got hungrier and hornier, lapping up that heavy flow with joy.
“Yeah — yeah — tongue-fuck me, boy!” she cried.
His lapper slid in, filling her like a cock. He licked at the inner folds, then drew his tongue out and lapped at her clit again.
Waves of fiery sensation rippled across her shuddering loins, running across her heaving belly and shooting like an electric current up her trembling thighs.
As her cunt-juice got thicker and creamier and even more fragrant, changing into cum, the Great Dane went into a frenzy. The flavor and the aroma drove the beast wild as they registered on his taste-buds and his nostrils. He seemed to be trying to jam his whole head up into her cunt. His tongue lashed her furiously and his nose flared in her pussy, inhaling her pearly perfume.
“Oh, shit — I’m creaming,” she gasped.
Her lovely face had contorted into a mask of lust, eyes narrowed and lips parted. She was moaning and whimpering and panting as she soared to the crest.
The doggy wallowed greedily in her cunt as spunk poured out, all foaming and frothy and steaming hot. His whole muzzle was streaked with her cream and his jaws were dripping.
“Lap it up — lap it out of me — oooh — fuck — fuck — ooooh!” Tracy wailed, dizzy with desire.
Her ass churned and her pelvis jumped and jolted. Spasms shot through her, each wave coming faster and higher. Then those waves had merged into one creamy crest.
Tracy cried out in ecstasy, hovering at the peak, clinging to her climax.
The final spasm shook her to the core and she slumped back, trembling and panting.
The doggy kept on lapping merrily away, spooning out the last spillage with his eager tongue. He slurped cum out of the crack of her ass, licked it from her thighs and cunt-mound, then lapped at her pussy again.
Tracy smiled dreamily, enjoying the after-play.
And thinking that she owed the dog a favor …

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And The Dog Made Three PT4

Chapter 4
Adolph, the big German Shepherd, had a dynamic hard-on. He was lying on his belly and his prick was so hard that it jerked spasmodically up and down. His long, red tongue was lolling out, drooling and his black nose flared as he inhaled Jennifer’s succulence. The dumb brute was confused. His instincts told him that sex was taking place, yet he could plainly see that Jennifer’s fuck-hole was being neglected.
He only knew that his balls were full and his cock was hard as a stone and that he was desperate to sink that huge prick into something hot and wet.
He whined — and waited.
* * *
Licking her lips, Jennifer leaned forward. Her brother’s prick was swaying up and down, neither hard nor soft but sticking straight out from his loins. She sucked his cock-head into her mouth again, wanting just another taste before she enjoyed the other half of this oral sex.
Panting, Joe sank down onto his knees.
Holding his prick in her mouth, Jennifer lowered her head as he descended. As her head went down, naturally, her ass rose higher.
Joe was kneeling before her now and Jennifer was on her hands and knees, her blonde head jammed into his groin and her trim little ass hiked up. Her plump tits dangled like ripe fruit under her, ready to be plucked. As she mouthed her brother’s cock, she purred and squirmed, wriggling her ass about.
Without realizing it, Jennifer had assumed a position very familiar to her doggy.
She was, in fact, in the doggy-fucking posture — and Adolph became less confused. Her vacant cunt was streaming, spilling juice down her thighs and pouring a flood of pussy perfume over the dog’s nostrils.
Adolph inhaled deeply. His whole shaggy body trembled spasmodically and the great lever of his cock pried his haunches up from the ground. Head lowered and ass hiked up, the big dog was in the same position that Jennifer was in.
Neither Jennifer nor her brother was aware of the dog’s interest. Jennifer was happily suckling away and Joe’s cock was beginning to stir and swell again, inside her mouth, thrilling the naughty blonde teenager. She wanted to get her pussy sucked off now, yet she was reluctant to give up that succulent mouthful of cock-meat.
She drew her lips away and kissed his balls. “Wanna cum again, Joey?”
He grunted and moved his loins, rubbing his balls against her moist mouth and sliding his prick up the incline of her freckled cheek.
“If I suck you off again, promise that you’ll tongue-fuck me, afterward s?” she panted.
“Yeah — Yeah!”
Jennifer purred. She ran her tongue over his ballooning balls, then slurped juicily on up his towering cock-shaft. She lapped up and down, tracing along the pulsing ventral vein, saliva running down his prick. She fluttered her tongue against the sensitive spot where his cock-head wedged out from his prick, causing that meaty slab to flare and throb and glow an angry red.
“I love sucking you,” she admitted in a sultry, husky tone. “We can suck each other off a lot, from now on, Joey, we can suck each other silly!”
He moaned, humping and sliding his prick through her parted lips. She licked up and down his cock, her tongue criss-crossing on the underside of the fat tube and then flashing against the bottom of his knob. She bathed his cock with spittle, then licked it up again. Her saliva tasted lovely, spiced by the flavor of his cock-meat. She fitted her pursed lips against the base of his heavily veined cock-shaft and began to run them up and down, as if his prick were a meaty flute on which she was playing a tantalizing tune.
Jennifer buried her lovely face in his groin, sniffing and licking, rubbing against his cock adoringly. Then she took his cock-knob into her mouth and nursed on it. Her blonde head began to rise and fall in the classic blow-job action, lips pulling up and down his stalk.
Joe frigged into her face, feeding her prick as her head ducked down. His cock-head pumped into her throat and she gulped, but held it. Her chin was brushing against his balls and her little up-turned nose was nestled in his wiry pubic thicket.
“Jeez, Sis, you’re swallowing the fucker!” Joe croaked, staring down, amazed to see that all of his cock was buried in her magic mouth.
She pulled up slowly, suckling with relish on every inch of his cock-shaft and then, lips collaring him just below his knob, she mouthed that flaring hunk of hot prick rapturously. Her lips nursed, and her tongue fluttered against the underside, then she twisted her head and wound her oval maw around on the pivot of his prick.
She bobbed down toward his balls again, gorging herself on his cock. She sucked, blew, then sucked again as her lips pulled up and pushed down.
Joe was fucking into her face in counterpoint, shoving his cock in as his sister bobbed down and withdrawing as her lips dragged and slurped back up to his smoking-hot crown.
A trickle of slime oozed onto her tongue, like gorgeous glue bonding them together, promising the cock-hungry girl another bellyful of cum. She began to move her head up and down faster now, eager to drink his cum-juice and also to get her pussy tongued.
But unknown to Jennifer, Adolph was sneaking up behind her ass, head first, following the aroma of her steaming pussy, his fat red tongue lolling out and slobbering hungrily. His prick was so stiff that it was humming like a vibrator, his hard-on seeming to begin in his asshole.
Thrusting his muzzle out, the big dog sniffed at Jennifer’s wriggling ass. His lapper slurped up the backs of her kneeling thighs and ran into the crack of her ass, dipping into her tangy shit-hole.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, in surprise, her big blue eyes opening wide.
She pulled her mouth off Joe’s prick and turned to look over her shoulder.
Joe groaned, finding his thundering cock neglected. His eyes had been closed. He opened them now and gazed down, seeing his rampant prick standing up alongside his sister’s face, her frothy saliva steaming as it evaporated from the hot prick.
Why had she turned away? he wondered, panicking, thinking that she had decided not to finish the job. Then he looked down at her up-thrust ass — and gasped.
Jennifer blinked, then grinned, when she realized that it was the German Shepherd’s nimble tongue that was titillating her tight little asshole. A day — even an hour — ago, Jennifer might have been shocked and pulled away from the dumb brute’s questing lapper, admonishing him. But following Tracy’s revelations concerning canine tongues, the girl’s attitude had changed.
She squirmed back against his snout as his lapper shot right up her asshole. The doggy rimmed merrily away, slobbering into her tiny brown ring. Then his head dipped down and his tongue slapped at her cunt.
“Oooooh!” she squealed, wriggling and rubbing her foaming cunt onto his muzzle.
“Sis — holy shit — the fucking dog is licking your cunt!” Joe cried, scandalized.
“Ummmm, I know.” She giggled. Joe gaped in amazement. His naughty sister wanted the dog to tongue her pussy! It was disgusting, he thought. But, if so, why was his cock pounding and throbbing even more in response to that dark knowledge? Maybe it wasn’t so disgusting, after all. Maybe it was just fucking delightful. Joe began to grin like a fiend.
Jennifer glanced up at her brother with an impish look and, seeing by his expression that he was not about to discourage the doggy, she looked back over her ass.
Adolph was whipping his hot tongue into her cunt-gash enthusiastically. Tracy hadn’t lied about that, she thought. A dog’s eager tongue was a real treat for a cunt!
“Yeah, boy, lap my pussy,” she moaned. “Slap that hot tongue right up my fuck-hole.”
Adolph whimpered, burrowing in as if he wanted to bury his muzzle up her cunt. His lapper slurped at her unpeeled cunt-lips, washed her pussy, bathed her frenzied clit and shoved on into her smoldering cunt-hole. Her cunt pulled on his tongue just as if it were a mouth being French kissed, dragging him deeper. Pussy-nectar poured out of her cunt and the dog lapped it up, spraying slobber into her cunt as he lapped her perfumed pussy-cream out.
Jennifer reached behind her ass and dipped her hand into her cunt, spreading her cunt-lips open wider so that Adolph could slap his tongue right up into the intricate inner folds. His tongue slurped and her cunt squished. Pearly ribbons of spunk ran down his hairy muzzle, dripping in gooey shards from his jowls.
“Sis, suck my cock!” Joe pleaded.
She turned back to her brother and pounced on his prick again, sucking hungrily. She held her brother’s balls in one hand and spread her pussy open with the other as she wriggled blissfully between boy and dog, driven wild by the double sensation of a mouthful of cock-meat and a cuntful of doggy tongue. Her brother bucked into her face and her dog slurped into her cunt-hole.
Adolph’s fat tongue splashed into her drenched cunt-gash with frantic enthusiasm, lathering her with slobber. He slurped up through her gaping cunt and on into the crack of her ass, tonguing her with long, rippling strokes. As the flow from her cunt got hotter and creamier and more fragrant, the dog yelped and growled and whined. His head ground around, twisting and turning like a terrier shaking a rat.
Jennifer jerked back against the dog’s snout, then rammed her head down to the root of her brother’s prick, relishing both, wanting to cream the dog’s tongue and swallow Joe’s jism-juice at the same magic moment.
Her cunt was starting to swirl with foaming cum and her hot mouth was salivating as if it, too, were about to cream. She moaned, squirming sinuously, her trim little ass churning and her blonde head bobbing up and down as if she were ducking for apples in her brother’s groin. As the German Shepherd shoveled his lapper into her fuck-hole, stuffing her with hot tongue meat, she fed Joe’s delicious prick into her face balls-deep, whimpering softly.
Joe’s pisshole was spilling out pre-cum onto her tingling tastebuds but, since he had already shot one enormous wad into her mouth, he wasn’t quite ready to cum again, she realized. She struggled to hold back her own creaming, wanting to drink her brother’s fuck-juice at the same time that her cunt juiced on the Shepherd’s lapper.
She forced her ass and hips to jerk more slowly while her head rose and fell faster in an effort to milk off Joe before she soared to the peak.
But there was another prick involved — a big, hairy prick that needed to be emptied more than Joe’s.
Adolph slapped his tongue into her cunt, spraying juice out. Then he raised his head, whining, his cock like an armed rocket under his belly.
Jennifer wailed, reaching behind her ass and groping for the dog’s collar so that she could haul his head back into her cunt. Devoid of a tongue, her pussy was fluttering desperately.
But then Adolph hunkered down, braced his hindquarters, and sprang up, mounting Jennifer’s ass.
His forelegs wrapped tightly around her hips and he clung to her haunches, panting over her back. He humped, flanks rippling, stabbing his smoking hot cock out into the girl’s soaking steaming cunt.
Jennifer gasped on her brother’s prick.
“Jesus, he’s trying to fuck you!” Joe wailed.
Then naughty Jennifer smiled.
Wouldn’t that be something to tell Tracy!

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Controlling Sister

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