Alan couldn't keep his mind on work at all that day. As soon as he would start a problem, his mind drifted away to what had happened at breakfast. Was there something new about him that turned on women all of a sudden? He hadn't been making it very regularly with his own wife until they had tried that drive in business.
That broke the dam of desire between them. They couldn't get enough of each other's body then. They had sucked and fucked and done all types of things together. And it had been good. No, he corrected himself, it hadn't been good, it had been great!
The night with Wendy had been the greatest fucking he had ever had. They had flowed together and her passion fed his and his fed hers and they had screwed until they were both exhausted. And when dawn came, they had balled again and it had been even better.
Did something of that still show when he had gotten to the breakfast table? Alan couldn't answer that. There was no denying the fact that Wendy's sister had gotten awfully hot for him. That business with fucking herself on his big toe had been so positively kinky he couldn't help responding. And the lewd way she had opened up the front of her robe and dipped the nipple of her left tit in the hot sauce.
Fucking that off had been more than a little fun. And when he had gotten the idea of spanking her and fucking her up the ass, things had really gotten strange. And good. He loved the feel of her virgin-tight ass around his cock. He had never once even suggested butt fucking to Wendy while they had been married. Once he had tried it when they were dating and she had turned him off totally. The few times he had done it before were one night stands.
Without Katherine this morning he would have gone on missing one hell of a nice sensation. And what was it about this morning that made her come on so strong to him?
Alan didn't know. And that bugged him all day long. By the time he got home he was sporting a perpetual hard-on. He had been aching to sink that ramrod of cockflesh into his wife – or her sister – since noon and he wouldn't take "no" for an answer from either of them.
Hell, the way he felt, he'd take them both on! And wouldn't that be really kinky?
"Honey, I'm home!" he called out. Wendy answered from the bedroom. That was perfect for him. He went in and found her bending over, putting away clothing freshly washed.
"Just a sec, dear, and I'll be – ohhhh!"
He caught her up from behind and bent her forward. He kissed the back of her neck and licked around until he came to her shell-like ear. His tongue shot out, cock-hard, and imitated fucking as he worked his way in and out of the tight canal. His hands roved along her body, feeling the soft flesh rippling with desire under the thin house dress she wore.
He lifted her up and tossed her onto the bed. She landed on her back, her legs up. The bedsprings squeaked as they protested under the sudden load, but Wendy wasn't complaining.
"What's this? A new husband? One who is into digging sex like it should be between married people?" She grinned wickedly and he was lost. His hard-on threatened to blast out jism at any second. He had to get it on with her. Besides, this spontaneity was, exactly what had been lacking from their lives for so long. He was happy to give it a rebirth.
"The same old one, just hornier," he said, unzipping his trousers. His cock leaped out, eager as a racehorse in the starting gate.
"Well, come to Momma!" She held out her arms but it was under her skirt where his eyes went. She wasn't wearing any panties. His cock tried to turn cartwheels when he realized that.
He brushed aside her arms and hiked up her skirt to expose the flame red hair on her pussy mound. His hands reached out, shaking a little as he touched her puckered cunt lips. They were blue-tinged and already rigid with blood. Excited blood, blood hammering through her eager body.
He didn't like eating pussy. The thought turned him off usually. But he couldn't stop himself now. He dived down, his arms circling around the woman's legs. He pulled her even wider apart and applied his mouth directly to her sex gash.
And licked. His tongue licked up the slit with a slow, languorous pace that drove her wild. She felt his rough, pink tongue working against the most sensitive portion of her anatomy. She sank back to the bed, suddenly weak and quivery inside.
"Oh, God, Alan, you don't know how much I've wanted you to eat me out like this. Your mouth is heaven on my pussy! And inside! I'm on fire! Tongue fuck me! I want to feel that sweet tongue of yours reaming out my cunt!"
He did nothing of the sort. He was the man, he was the one who called all the shots. He knew what she wanted and he'd give it to her – when he was good and ready. Right now, he was on an exploring trip. He moved his tongue along the pursed lips of her pussy until he came to the front vee. Poking its meek little head out was her cunt.
He pounced on it. His soft lips cuddled it and finally sucked it into his mouth. Once there, he used his teeth and tongue on it as best he could. He gnawed gently and then teased the very tip of her cunt with his pink, wet tongue.
She went wild.
And then he really moved. His tongue flashed out and touched all the right spots. He worked down the edges of her pussy lips until he came to the deep well of her cunt. She had wanted him to tongue fuck her. And he did. His tongue lashed out and probed deep. He began stroking along the trembling walls of her velvet hung pussy until she came.
And came and came.
Wendy was turned on more than she had been in years. Going down on Alan the night before seemed to set the tone for their newfound sexuality. Anything went. And she was the one receiving the thrill right now. The hot breath coursing across her pussy mound excited her. The nearness of his mouth to her cunt lips told in the erotic kiss how much he loved her. And the deep thrusting tongue working against her cunt walls drove her wild with desire.
Alan sucked and licked and tongue fucked until his jaw ached. And then he did it some more. The taste of her woman wine was almost too much for him. He felt himself getting drunk on it. The salty, tangy flavor was unique in the world and he wondered how he could have ever not liked it before.
The more he tried to get into his mouth, the more he stimulated her. And she was soon coming like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers going off. He could hardly hang on to her bucking, lurching body. But he did. He had to. He wanted even more of this mouth love.
"Ummmm," she sighed finally and rolled over, her eyelids drooping. He realized how much a strain it had been on her. He had worn her out. He had actually worn out his wife!
The thought pleased him. She was always griping about him coming too soon. This was the perfect way of wearing her down to where he could handle her – and both of them could get their kicks.
There was only one problem. Wendy was asleep and his prick was still rigid. He hurt. He hurt as badly as he ever had in his life. She couldn't return the favor and suck him off. Not asleep. And he wasn't going to wake her up. Then a thought came to him. Katherine would be home now.
His cock leading the way, Alan walked out into the hall just as Katherine came in the front door. She glanced at him, smiled, turned away and then did a double take. Her eyes swung back and riveted on his prick.
"Really, Alan, just for me?" she said. She felt her juices sluggishly flowing down her leg now. She hadn't been thinking of him greeting her this way. She had just hoped he wouldn't shout at her for what had happened at breakfast. But this!
"Into your room. Wendy's asleep right now."
"Asleep? Anything wrong? It's the middle of the afternoon and she usually doesn't… oh!" Katherine suddenly understood why, her older sister was taking an uncharacteristic nap. She had already been worn out by the prodigious fucking capacity of this man's prick.
She knew then that she was going to get her fondest hope. He would fuck her as she'd wanted to be fucked at breakfast. For the first time, she would find out how good a stud he really was.
"Hurry!" he said. As she brushed by him, his anxious fingers caught the snap on her jeans and undid it. She continued walking, the jeans working their way down on the flare of her ass. By the time she was standing beside her bed, the jeans were halfway down her legs. It was obvious she wasn't wearing any panties, either.
"Damn, don't any of the women in your family wear undies?" he asked. He quickly closed the door. It wouldn't do to wake up Wendy. Not now.
"No, why should we? They just get in the way when we find a real stud who wants to fuck." She let the word roll over her tongue. She was getting progressively hornier just thinking about what was going to happen. He had been the one calling the shots this morning and she had loved it. But not this time. Now she was the needy one – but he was even more up for this fucking. She could control him if he wanted to bury that mighty sword of cockflesh into her hot little box.
"Onto the bed," she commanded.
He started to say something, but she quickly skinned out of her tee shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra either. She impudently thrust out her chest and said, "If you want any of this, do as I say!"
He moved. He dropped to the bed. She shoved him down onto his back and swarmed up over him, straddling his erection. Sighing, she stroked up and down the huge pole. It felt like a battering ram but she wasn't going to hesitate now. She couldn't, not with the memory of what this had felt like up her ass.
She had burned all day long. To burn all night long with the memory of his cock fucking her cunt was exactly what she wanted.
"God," he said, looking up at her jiggly tits. The nipples were tracing out invisible figure eight patterns in the air in front of her chest. Every time she moved her shoulders, the knockers swayed. He reached up and gripped them in his hands. The hot flesh flowed like putty. He squeezed harder and she moaned. He loved this and wanted to manhandle her tits all night long.
She lifted up and pulled hard at his cock. It was pointed straight up like a rocket on the launching pad. Then she lowered her hips. The girl gasped when she felt the hot nosecone of his cock prod into her cunt lips. She wiggled from side to side to make sure she had a firm position. Then the teenager simply relaxed and allowed gravity to do all the work.
The cock penetrated her cunt and strove for her tonsils. She screamed. She couldn't help herself. The feeling of so much prick filling her tight little pussy was more than she could bear.
"Not so loud!" he hissed. "You'll wake up Wendy!"
"God, we wouldn't want to do that," moaned Katherine. She didn't want to do anything that would lose her this fantastically thick and impossibly long cock. Not when she had finally succeeded in getting it fully buried all the way up her greedy cunt.
She swung her hips from side to side and let the man's prick work around inside her cunt. The cunt walls tried to cling to the pecker. The thick oils leaking out of her made this impossible. She succeeded in getting a portion of her pussy to hang in there. The twisty sensation made her moan in sheer pleasure and demand more.
"Keep those hands on my tits," she told the man. "I love the way you work the nipples around in circles. It makes my whole chest burn with desire."
"Yeah, sure," he grunted. "And the hell with this." He shoved hard upwards on her boobs, as if trying to rip them off, her body. She shrieked and moved upwards, his cock sliding out of her agitated pussy.
"Now fuck, damn you, fuck hard!" he cried. His hands guided her in the rhythm he wanted.
She felt the prick slipping free of her cunt and immediately relaxed. The pressure on her boobs decreased and allowed her to plunge downward again. She was filled once more with pulsating, throbbingly virile cock. Gasping for air, she twisted from side to side reveling in the intense feelings lashing her young body.
The teenager tried to figure out what it was that turned her on the most about this up and down self-fucking. The way her cunt lips split apart and the cock hid itself just under the flame-red of her bush turned her on a lot. She couldn't deny that, but the idea of controlling the tempo of the fucking was a big turn on for her, too. But was it as big a thrill as feeling his hands all over her tits, massaging them, manhandling them, making them feel like hunks of dough being kneaded?
She couldn't say.
The burning shaft of his cock rested inside her cunt. She tensed and relaxed her pussy walls a few times until she was sure of his maleness. She could feel the thick blue vein on the top of his prick pulse with desire. There was no doubt in her mind tat she had been the one to build up that desire to the point where he couldn't resist her. The other contours of his hidden cock came to her also through the sensitive membrane of her cunt.
The mighty crown of his prick pulsed and throbbed with life. She tensed again and trapped the retreating prick. Her entire body was rising upwards and she held his cock inside firmly. For a moment, she thought she might break his dork off.
And then her body's juices betrayed her. The flood of her love oils made his cock too slippery to hang onto.
With a wet, squishy plop he came free of her cunt.
She immediately reached down and gripped the slick shaft and pulled it back to her trembly cunt lips. She wasted no time in stuffing the prick back into her blast furnace hot cunt.
"Don't let it come out like that," he warned her. "I might just spurt out my come any second. God, you can't imagine the feelings in my balls! I feel like a Goddamn pressure cooker within a safety valve. I'm going to fucking explode!"
She smiled and dropped down. His prick shot all the way up into her pussy. Grinding her bush into his produced the most heavenly sensations imaginable. Her cunt tickled along the crinkly hairs of his pubic fur and lit the fuse of her own desires.
The girl felt her insides begin to tense up in preparation for a really big come. She knew that she was going to get off in a breath taking way if she could only fuck herself fast enough. Her hips launched into a frenzy of motion. She slipped up and down that telephone pole thick prick as if her life depended on it.
She came hard. Her entire body shook and her muscles locked in the now familiar rictus of desire. The grip of the climax shook her to the point of her teeth rattling.
"Aieeeeeeeee!"
Her cries filled the room. Alan shook almost as hard but his trembling came from a mixture of desire and fear that Wendy would awaken and find them together. He had no idea what his wife would think if she discovered her husband fucking her younger sister. And he didn't especially want to find out.
Reaching up, he managed to put his hand over Katherine's mouth. He hissed out, "Shush! Don't cry out like that. We'll both be in big trouble if she finds us like this."
Katherine barely heard the words. Her entire body was in movement. She continued moving her hips up and down, the feel of the heavy pike of solid cock reaming her out in the most intimately exciting way possible. She controlled the rhythm of the fucking. She could get all the prick she wanted simply by dropping down on it.
She took all she could stand and continued pressing harder and harder. Her cunt sang a song of joy at the friction between the thick head of his prick and the ripply muscled walls. Tiny fires burned and blazed brightly and she felt herself responding again.
This come was even more intense than before. She felt the heat lightning shooting up her spine and searing her brain with desire. She twisted and turned around the axle of cock in her wet pussy until she couldn't take any more. And then she came again.
Alan wasn't made from steel. He could take only so much of this joyous fucking. He felt his balls harden and the thick stew of his jism begin to boil more and more. The tide of his come rose along his prick inch by inch until it burned only a fraction of an inch away from the tip. With a wild explosion of desire, he blasted out into her awaiting pussy.
He felt her cunt walls clamp down firmly all around his buried cock. She squeezed and milked his prick for every single drop of jism. He'd never felt a tighter, hotter, more demanding pussy in his life. And he loved it. He lifted his hips up off the bed and tried to stuff his cock even deeper into her convulsing pussy.
He succeeded. An extra inch into that squirming, seething swamp of her gooey cunt was all it took to completely drain his balls. He started to melt inside her body.
In a few more minutes, he was completely flaccid, his cock useless for fucking now.
Katherine settled down, her tits still heaving up and down. She opened those shockingly blue eyes and stared down at him. All she said was, "I liked it."
But they both knew what her true feelings were. Words simply couldn't express how good that fucking had been.