"Cum, cum, cum!" Jason chanted. His eyes were bright from the effort of shaving his cock full force into his sister's heaving cunt. He was breathing heavily and he stood back so that he could swing his hips with sledge hammer farce. His every movement was another turn-on. His sister's tight pussy fitted his dick like a rubber glove. Jason was dizzy every time he sheathed his cock to the hilt, his balls swaying wildly and pounding feather hard against her swollen clitoris.
"Now!" he groaned. His balls felt ready to burst and he couldn't keep it up too much longer. He corkscrewed his hips and twisted his cock up her twat and the sensation was almost too much.
Heat and pleasure filled his sex tube. Jason knew he was getting ready to explode and he twisted his sister's breasts in his hands, desperately pinching her hard, rubbery nipples that seemed to grow thicker and softer and more elastic as he fucked into her.
"Yes!" Sally screamed. "Yes, yes, YES!!!"
She placed her forehead against the cool glass of the mirror and stared at the pattern of fog her breath made on it. Jason's cock still flashed hypnotically in and out of her hole.
And then she knew it was very close it was coming.
Sally clutched at the face of the vanity with her hands and heaved back with her butt. She felt Jason's soft belly fold up against her rear, and then the searing pressure as he drove his penis a final time up her tunnel. She is exploding inside. His cock was a swollen weapon filling her, his sperm poured out in a boiling river that filled her womb and uterus and backed up and lubricated her sex tube and dribbled out and ran in hot streams down the insides of her thighs.
She moaned and stared blank-eyed in the mirror. She'd been fucked good and there was no denying it. Her pussy ached. But Sally didn't care. She didn't care about anything except how wonderful it had been to be fucked like that!
CHAPTER THREE
Jason opened the door and Sally was blinded by a flood of afternoon sun that poured into the dim motel room. Ralph was groaning and moving around on the floor as they left. Sally didn't look back. He deserved to lay there since he'd been about to treat her as some sort of animal, fucking her in a perverted way. And she'd thought he was such a nice, clean-cut American boy until that happened.
They got into Jason's car and he scattered gravel getting away from the motel.
"That was Goddamned stupid," he said as soon as they were on the street. "The motel manager recognized you and called me. You're damn lucky it was me instead of Hal that he knew. If he'd called your husband it would have been all over for you. You know that?"
Sally huddled on her side of the car near the door and felt the steady throb of her cunt reliving the eager rape Jason had performed on her. "You too!" she said. It was dirty to say it, but she felt dirty.
"Yes, me too!" Jason's voice was a snarl. "If Hal caught you playing house with that punk he'd have a clean divorce out of it in minutes. And I'd be out of a job. I'm only vice-president of his real estate company because he doesn't think it looks right for him to have impoverished relatives. So we both have our own self-interests to serve!"
"I could tell him about your raping me…"
"Same thing," Jason said matter-of-factly. "Jesus. Maybe if I'd gotten your ass when you were younger you wouldn't be doing these things."
"Aren't you even sorry?" Sally was indignant.
"What for?" Surprise edged Jason's voice. "I thought it was a pretty good fuck. Shit, we should be able to get it on more often."
"You're… detestable!"
"You think it over, sis. I could tell you loved it despite all the complaints. If Hal isn't taking care of your ass for you, I'll make the sacrifice. It's better than you going around picking up parking lot attendants for an afternoon quickie. I might even enjoy it."
"You're the last man on earth…" Sally said. She didn't have to finish it for her brother. He knew what she meant.
Jason laughed harshly and put his hand on her knee. Roughly his fingers caressed the firm flesh of her thigh, kneading the muscle and skin and sliding down toward the juncture of her thighs.
"Stop that!" she ordered sharply. The touch of his hand was unsettling. She tried to brush it away but it started the hot chill of desire in her crotch again. The leather seat caressed the back of her legs where her short dress didn't cover her thighs and she knew the wet cloth of her panty crotch was staining the seat. Desperately she clamped her knees together. Jason persisted, running his hand down the groove formed by her pressed-together thighs all the way under her skirt. His fingers found the soft, warm bulge of her pudenda and began to stroke it.
A fever was started in Sally's pelvis. Her cunt was on fire. Her twat lips seemed to writhe and twist against each other, struggling desperately to satisfy her incredibly sudden, God-awful craving to have a man's dick stuffed up her cunt.
"Someone… might see us," she gasped at Jason.
Reluctantly, her brother withdrew his hand from under her skirt.
At the house she desperately jumped out of the car before he could do anything else. Then she ran up to the front door painfully aware of her brother's interest in the soft sliding-bobbing of her round, lush ass as she ran. Her swollen breasts bounced in the painful strictures of her bra cups. Her swollen and distended nipples rubbed against the fabric at each step and it just served to turn her on even more.
What's wrong with me? Sally asked herself tearfully. Am I some sort of sex pervert?
She fitted the key in the door and got it open. Then she turned in time to look at Jason as he pulled away from the house. He smiled at her and playfully gave her the finger.
For a dreadful moment, Sally imagined her brother cramming that finger up her twat, twisting it around inside, and then finger-fucking her furiously. She felt all weak inside so she hurried up and opened the door and escaped inside her house.
The house was a Tudor, one of the better housing tract styles that Hal was selling. They had moved in because he'd picked it up in a swap deal and he was of the opinion that the particular lot was due for a fancy jump in price in a few years. He wasn't often wrong about real estate even if he didn't know much about women, Sally thought ruefully. The one thing that she really liked about the house was that the bedrooms were upstairs and provided a refuge away from the kids.
She started up the curving staircase and then stopped and stared at her hand. It was resting on the gnarled end of the gracefully sweeping banister and for the first time she realized that the banister was almost exactly crotch height.
The gnarled end was rough and lumpy with hand-carved projections. It was one of the features of the house which had originally been spruced up as a model home. Stuff like that, Hal had said, raised the value of the property eventually by thousands of dollars.
Fuck Hal's property values! Sally told herself drunkenly.
She wasn't drunk. But it didn't matter. That was how she felt. Cautiously she raised her leg and swung it over the banister and then she lowered her crotch to the polished wood rail. Her toes couldn't quite touch the raisers and without intending it, before she knew what was happening, she was sliding down the rail backwards. But only for a few feet. And then her crotch was solid on the gnarled wood end and she wasn't sliding any more. Her clitoris rubbed against the projecting knob of the banister through the silken material of her panties. It was like a man's hard finger playing with her. Desperately she clawed at the wood rail with her hands and slid up and down a few precious inches. Each movement, however minute, sent fresh thrills coursing through her body.