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A rough private plane runway emergency results in the willing exposure of a sister’s cute pussy and leads to her brother getting access to her spectacular and off-limits huge hangers.
Melanie Jones had the cutest girly landing strip you could possibly imagine. Thin and trimmed. A sweet groomed rectangle of carefully trimmed dark fuzz. If you want to be polite it pointed up to her delicate turn on indented navel, which was a stunner because of her sexy piercing: a yellow gold banana bell belly bar. The bar was simple, elegant, a piece of high-end tummy fashion. Like a spare clit actually when stimulated. And further north but pointing south, her luscious big boobs. Her sweet nipples, one pointing east, the other west.
But getting back to Mel’s landing strip: it actually gave directions south to her pouty puffy pussy lips. Her private honey pot. A thin line beckoning to sex. Melanie’s skill with a razor or her waxer, who cares, was very talented where it really counted with a lady. It was probably a waxer because the strip was bloody perfect and so smooth on the sides and not one stray hair around her arsehole. And rash and nick free. Perfect pussy and balloon knot presentation.
Mel had another feature which gave balloon associations too. She was one of those tall thin girls with big natural boobs. We all know big girls have large boobs and weight puts on boob mass. But Mel was stunningly slim with great hooters. The envy of many girls who could only achieve such a look with surgery. Guys just frickin marvelled at her boobs given her slight shape. And they just loved their natural spongy softness when they realised this pair were hooters at the apex of natural selection and silicone girls would never cut it again versus a natural Mel Jones titty fuck.
Brunette, long haired Mel was currently up very high. No not perched over a cock but actually in the cockpit of a light aircraft heading to her family’s outback family property. Nick Jones was currently next to her at the controls of the family's Cessna 172S Skyhawk. A beautiful thing in the air. The landscape below was dry tussocky grass, red rocky outcrops and open plains and then eucalypt strewn along the odd near empty billabongs.
Nick and Mel were only several minutes from their family private airstrip. Ms Jones was also thinking private. Private time with her new man’s cock. She wanted it again already, yet she had had her fill in the hangar before take-off. A goodbye cock tug and suck and squeeze. Problem was, it was only her mouth that had been filled. Now that had made her guy happy but Mel was feeling really horny. She needed a screw. Problem was she wasn’t getting one in the air. Well there was no space in the cockpit even if the small craft had had auto-pilot. She wasn’t joining the mile-high club today. Anyway, she didn’t see Nick as a cock. He was eugh; her brother.
Mel began to have a fantasy about what Joel, her current boyfriend; should have done to her in the hangar. But she couldn’t get beyond his great cock in her mouth. Mmm maybe it had been her haste to suck him off before she left Brisbane that meant she’d have to wait till Tuesday for a decent shag and an even dirtier arse filling. Oh, screw long-weekends home in the outback for your mother’s wedding anniversary.
Here she was, a randy twenty-one with only her trusty vibrator in her luggage to get her through a boring trip home. She smirked. God she had changed. She remembered her fumbling shy mousy virginal self at eighteen. Yes a Catholic private girl’s boarding school had a lot to answer for. And despite the rumours of lesbian mayhem in such institutions, she hadn’t even got a pash or a breast fondle from another chick. It took going away to University and Dorms and Hazing to open her eyes, mouth, pussy and arse to both guys and dolls.
Nick apart from flying his plane well was trying to keep his mind off his sister. He had always been drawn to her big boobs whenever she was home from College and more recently Uni. I mean a hot sister; when you are still under twenty and when she had turned eighteen and her boobs just exploded growth off her chest.. His sister was like having a twin but one you couldn’t be close to. He knew her moves and shape but accepted he’d never get any more than a good perv of her big tits when she was sunbathing around the family pool. And now they were both at Uni, well Mel had her Joel. And Nick screwed anything with big tits. But he wanted the forbidden best set he had ever seen in his life. Its a crying shame when boob perfection is given to your sister.
The flight was made in better than good time with a tail wind and the outback station’s private red dirt runway came into view. It was only as Nick did his landing procedure routine that he saw the flashing light. He went through his process again not worrying Melanie yet.
Then he had to say it, but he was calm: “Mel, the landing gear indicators are telling me the front wheel may not be fully locked down. It’s going to be a rough landing. Brace yourself. I’ll do my best.”
Mel looked ahead. Everything seemed normal. The day was clear. The station and homestead were visible a couple of k’s to the right. The landing strip was its usual dusty parched earth: just waiting. She looked at Nick; he was busy with the instruments and focused on doing the best emergency landing he could. It was a surreal time slowing sequence. Then Mel got herself in the brace position. Trying to block out fear.
Nick wasn’t sure whether it was just the light that had failed or whether the front wheel was only partly down. They were about to find out. The ground comes quicker in an air emergency it seemed. The small plane was immediately difficult to handle. The landing was rough. The front wheel wasn’t locked in place; it was there, but not doing its proper job. The Cessna veered left, it wanted to go left, despite Nick wrestling with the controls. It jolted. Then the plane did a series of kangaroo style hops, bobbing up and down at the front, the front tyre then bending under the plane, ploughing through the dirt and then the tussocks; shredding by the sounds of it and then the small plane came to an abrupt nose down halt in the long grass, well off to the side of the runway.
Nick like Mel was shaken but not overly bruised or bloodied. Fuck the chassis of a plane is tough. They were down. There was a collective trembly sigh from the pair. Sore bodies, probably whip lash would hit later. Their bodies had been put through a nasty series of jerks and jolts. And the horrible sense in their stomach pits, the situation had been out of their control. Their minds had been trying to tune out their oblivion moment, if it was coming.
“Are you Okay, Mel” Nick got out, when he was sure everything was off . Outside he saw the plane wasn’t leaking fuel and there was no smoke or flame; thank god. Though they needed to get away, to be sure.
“Yeah, yeah” said Mel a bit dazed, looking ahead into the long grass and s**ttered gum trees in the distance. She had, the thought: that could have been worse and what was I thinking of before we landed, a decent shag with Joel. Geez was that what life was all about: TS Elliot’s; ‘birth and copulation and death.’
She then just responded to Nick’s instructions, to get out and away; carefully.
Mel was out her door but suddenly leaning against the plane. A bit woozy. Close to nausea.
Nick was around next to her. Very concerned. How close to disaster, probably metres? Life defined and lived by margins. How close to something going really wrong? But he focused on Mel.
“Hey let me look in your eyes and take a few deep breathes...we are okay...it’s all okay.”
A few deep breathes and Mel realised she was okay. He neck would stiffen up and cane latter. But right now she was okay. She had that heightened sense of being alive in that immediate instance. She felt her lungs fill. Felt Nick’s warm hands on her face, his eyes looking into her eyes. Fuck, a guy, any guy, any male had never looked so fuckin appealing as now. Mel knew the only way completely out of this was a manic stress relieving fuck. And she ignored the fact Nick was her brother.
Nick had been prepared in his mind for when the plane hit the ground, though he couldn’t fully control the outcome, though he had tried. Nick however, didn’t see Mel coming for his mouth and body. She hit his mouth with a tsunami of energy and her fingers were inside his pants quicker than a greyhound chasing a lure. The brother didn’t back off. Here was what he had dreamed of, the forbidden body of his adult life and it was careening into his.
In a flurry of movement quicker than Nick had last checked the instrument panel in the hurried landing, his sister had his pants and boxers down in the long grass and was sucking off his pecker. Nick had that sickening thought; he should have an emergency landing more often. He shoved that out of his head, as his cock was shoved deeper into Mel’s sweet accommodating mouth. She was passionate about his cock. He knew why. They had survived. He had to make the best of this strange shared moment and then his cock took over. His knob was so happy as she sucked with gusto. A gratification for being alive and having cock in the moment.
Mel sucked cock in a way that focused on really appreciating the cock she was sucking and she was able to suck off a frickin dick. Screw that it was Nick’s cock; she would have shagged anyone who got out of the plane or anyone if they came over to the landing strip from the homestead, if they had seen their emergency landing.
Nick’s cock was saliva drenched. Me’s mouth was a slurry of warm sliding juice, a perfect cock repository. She slurped spit all over his balls. Kissed along his stiff shaft. Ran her tongue tip around and around his pleasured knob.
The brother wanted everything now it had started. He didn’t believe how easily and quickly the ravenous Mel got completely naked with him and he was taking in her big boobs, her cute navel jewellery and the biggest surprise of all her trimmed landing strip leading down to her puffy pink pouty labia.
“Wow”, he went, as he grabbed a handful of tit with one hand and felt her light fuzzy trimmed immaculate landing strip with his other. Her sparse pubes were slightly frizzy like three days growth on a guy’s face, then the contrast with her moist girly opening. His fingers enjoying a slick, slushy, gossamer slide through appealing vaginal wetness.
“Orrgh fuck yeah” from Mel appreciating frickin touch on her senses heightened body. She was beyond randy and horny. She was in body slut mode as she said; “Eat me, eat me out.”
Well Nick had been heading that way but took the quick route down over her nipples, licking them, stopping to delve in her navel, but only briefly, god that gold bar was cute in her indent. Then he was eye level with her perfectly presented landing strip and the wonders lingering just below.
He hit her private flight deck with blistering tongue speed. There is frenetic pussy licking and there is frenzied, it probably doesn’t make much difference, the outcome is intense rapid girly pleasure magnified.
“Orrgh fuck you...yeah...oh my...shit that’s good...fuckin good ...yeah ...yeah...shit yes” from Mel.
She was a foul mouthed slut when the pleasure principle was ramped in her favour. It may have been the circumstances, the crash landing; but boy was Nick outpacing even Joel’s best efforts down there.
Nick’s tongue curved into her cunt opening. It was sopping. Nick’s tongue spread wide to lick her cute flapettes, leaving them saliva shimmering in the harsh late afternoon glare. Nick’s tongue tip found her clit bud and man oh man was it responsive. Mel pushing her clitty into his face till the rising intensity forced her to stop in a shuddering climax.
Her brother could have let her catch her breath and savour her orgasm but he needed his own. He had a bundle of mixed clothes under her and her legs over his shoulders in the long grass and his cock deep in her warm grasping pussy. It was decadently good. Probably because of the intensity of the crash, maybe because it was his sister and equally because; well Mel was just a superior fuck. She was so goddamn into being rooted senseless at this precise moment. She pushed up into his grinding down pecker. His pelvic bone and her pubic mound humping together. It was pounding life defining dirty friction.
There was in the end only one thing dirtier than this sensational humping, Nick thumping her arsehole. Mel didn’t object as she was urged onto her kneeling fours for a dogging. The fact it was her arse that was gate-crashed only added to her manic need. As Nick’s tongue slammed into her balloon knot she sighed in delicious pleasure. Fuck it felt good. Mussy and mushy as it should, as her ring edge got really sensitive and wet. Then his tongue was going round in the smallest of tightest circles over her aroused pink starfish. Edging, shallow edging of her puckered pouty aroused balloon knot.
His tongue then delving into her emerging gape with slick slathering slides. A fat wriggling finger plying in and out of her arsehole and it was her inner engine that was fired up. Thankfully it hadn’t been the plane, but boy was Mel’s arse now smoking hot.
A woman’s arse is a beautiful thing for a probing cock but Mel’s arse was off the Richter scale. As Nick’s knob eased in it was like suddenly you realised there are two cherries on the top of your ice-cream sundae: not the usual one. Her arse was perfectly tight. His cock flexed into her constriction in full utter man bliss. Her arse canal as he burrowed deeper made his cock feel incredibly sensitive all over. The deeper he went the more Mel’s pleasure spiked. Then as his cock tugged in and out, it was like her insides were pulled out. It was really good anal sex.
Then Nick did his filthy best for the both of them. He wanted to see her soft blue eyes, see her boobs swagger as her body rocked with his, watch her pussy flex as she shoved his cock in his sisters arse. So he got her over and jabbed his cock into her bum where Mel could see it with her head on her chin.
“Orrgh fuck” she went as she was speared repeatedly. “Orrgh fuck” over and over. It was fully arse penetrative.
Nick then pushed his cock shallowly up into her arsehole, pressing up towards her pussy opening, sending an exquisite pleasure hit immediately through the both of them. His cock kept pushing up, from inside her arse but stimulating her pussy and arsehole from her bum cavity. A new instantly addictive pleasure need, created for two; so intense, her arse enjoying the shallow pleasure and her pussy was in the action too, from her arse.
It was slipstream sex. The pressure generated from her arse making her pussy tingle too as he pushed up from the non standard direction. Her big boobs joggling and bobbing about. Awesome.
“Orrgh fuck you prick...OrRGH fuck that’s good...you dirty sod...you fuckin dirty sod...urrgh fuck”
It became a double grunting arse rutting. Fantastic delight.
Mel knew Nick deserved the grandest cock finale.
"Your dick , your dick, between my boobs now"
What a glorious invitation. Hard, hard pecker, nestled between two squeezing, squishy, wonderful huge jugs. Titty swagger, boob verve, melon power, breast panache; all delivered. Sliding cock in a marshmallow soft flesh groove. Sensational breast wanking. Nick's cock pushed and gratified between her amazing cleavage.Her nipples pointing to the heavens. When she wrapped first her left, the her right breast over and around his super aroused knob, Nick was in heaven.
When Mel gave Nick control he was in paradise: "Hold em, squeeze em around your dick"
Oh sweet Jesus, the titty fuck of his life went up a notch.
His release was coming fast.
He got to splash both her boobs and in between.Pearl droplets and globs of jizz everywhere over her melons. Drops and driblets of semen runnelling over, down and between her flesh balloons. A drizzle of cum streaming down and swirling in her navel.
Mel just cooed.
Opportunity is strange. Frickin near life ending perhaps before her stunning pussy with its guiding landing strip just opened up and her arse clamped tight around his straining pecker and her wondrous boobs released his cum.
Mel was surprisingly alert to the whole world in the after throws as she licked her own boobs and tits clean of jizz.
She was glad to be alive. She was even gladder for a monumental shag and buggering and putting her boobs to the use they were intended for; titty fucking.
Her arse and pussy satisfied for the moment. Her breasts swaggering in the sun as she got up.
But there was a whole long weekend to really thank Nick.Brother, sister; didn’t register in her thinking: it was her pussy, her arse, his dick; her boobs. The rest was conventions getting in the way of the primal and the crash had highlighted for Mel, the dominance of the primal. Girls may live to copulate; but girls live for pleasure exuding from their butts and giving guys the exquisite special gift of a big booty titty shag.
Mel looked around. Fuck the plane and the gouged sods of red earth out of the land strip were a rough mess but her private girly land stripping was still in excellent nick and still indicating the direction to the silky wet smoothness of her pussy below and the tightness of her glorious just filled arse cavity, about 1.25 cm away. Yeah, the best things in life are often very close.
Melanie Jones had the cutest girly landing strip you could possibly imagine. Thin and trimmed. A sweet groomed rectangle of carefully trimmed dark fuzz. If you want to be polite it pointed up to her delicate turn on indented navel, which was a stunner because of her sexy piercing: a yellow gold banana bell belly bar. The bar was simple, elegant, a piece of high-end tummy fashion. Like a spare clit actually when stimulated. And further north but pointing south, her luscious big boobs. Her sweet nipples, one pointing east, the other west.
But getting back to Mel’s landing strip: it actually gave directions south to her pouty puffy pussy lips. Her private honey pot. A thin line beckoning to sex. Melanie’s skill with a razor or her waxer, who cares, was very talented where it really counted with a lady. It was probably a waxer because the strip was bloody perfect and so smooth on the sides and not one stray hair around her arsehole. And rash and nick free. Perfect pussy and balloon knot presentation.
Mel had another feature which gave balloon associations too. She was one of those tall thin girls with big natural boobs. We all know big girls have large boobs and weight puts on boob mass. But Mel was stunningly slim with great hooters. The envy of many girls who could only achieve such a look with surgery. Guys just frickin marvelled at her boobs given her slight shape. And they just loved their natural spongy softness when they realised this pair were hooters at the apex of natural selection and silicone girls would never cut it again versus a natural Mel Jones titty fuck.
Brunette, long haired Mel was currently up very high. No not perched over a cock but actually in the cockpit of a light aircraft heading to her family’s outback family property. Nick Jones was currently next to her at the controls of the family's Cessna 172S Skyhawk. A beautiful thing in the air. The landscape below was dry tussocky grass, red rocky outcrops and open plains and then eucalypt strewn along the odd near empty billabongs.
Nick and Mel were only several minutes from their family private airstrip. Ms Jones was also thinking private. Private time with her new man’s cock. She wanted it again already, yet she had had her fill in the hangar before take-off. A goodbye cock tug and suck and squeeze. Problem was, it was only her mouth that had been filled. Now that had made her guy happy but Mel was feeling really horny. She needed a screw. Problem was she wasn’t getting one in the air. Well there was no space in the cockpit even if the small craft had had auto-pilot. She wasn’t joining the mile-high club today. Anyway, she didn’t see Nick as a cock. He was eugh; her brother.
Mel began to have a fantasy about what Joel, her current boyfriend; should have done to her in the hangar. But she couldn’t get beyond his great cock in her mouth. Mmm maybe it had been her haste to suck him off before she left Brisbane that meant she’d have to wait till Tuesday for a decent shag and an even dirtier arse filling. Oh, screw long-weekends home in the outback for your mother’s wedding anniversary.
Here she was, a randy twenty-one with only her trusty vibrator in her luggage to get her through a boring trip home. She smirked. God she had changed. She remembered her fumbling shy mousy virginal self at eighteen. Yes a Catholic private girl’s boarding school had a lot to answer for. And despite the rumours of lesbian mayhem in such institutions, she hadn’t even got a pash or a breast fondle from another chick. It took going away to University and Dorms and Hazing to open her eyes, mouth, pussy and arse to both guys and dolls.
Nick apart from flying his plane well was trying to keep his mind off his sister. He had always been drawn to her big boobs whenever she was home from College and more recently Uni. I mean a hot sister; when you are still under twenty and when she had turned eighteen and her boobs just exploded growth off her chest.. His sister was like having a twin but one you couldn’t be close to. He knew her moves and shape but accepted he’d never get any more than a good perv of her big tits when she was sunbathing around the family pool. And now they were both at Uni, well Mel had her Joel. And Nick screwed anything with big tits. But he wanted the forbidden best set he had ever seen in his life. Its a crying shame when boob perfection is given to your sister.
The flight was made in better than good time with a tail wind and the outback station’s private red dirt runway came into view. It was only as Nick did his landing procedure routine that he saw the flashing light. He went through his process again not worrying Melanie yet.
Then he had to say it, but he was calm: “Mel, the landing gear indicators are telling me the front wheel may not be fully locked down. It’s going to be a rough landing. Brace yourself. I’ll do my best.”
Mel looked ahead. Everything seemed normal. The day was clear. The station and homestead were visible a couple of k’s to the right. The landing strip was its usual dusty parched earth: just waiting. She looked at Nick; he was busy with the instruments and focused on doing the best emergency landing he could. It was a surreal time slowing sequence. Then Mel got herself in the brace position. Trying to block out fear.
Nick wasn’t sure whether it was just the light that had failed or whether the front wheel was only partly down. They were about to find out. The ground comes quicker in an air emergency it seemed. The small plane was immediately difficult to handle. The landing was rough. The front wheel wasn’t locked in place; it was there, but not doing its proper job. The Cessna veered left, it wanted to go left, despite Nick wrestling with the controls. It jolted. Then the plane did a series of kangaroo style hops, bobbing up and down at the front, the front tyre then bending under the plane, ploughing through the dirt and then the tussocks; shredding by the sounds of it and then the small plane came to an abrupt nose down halt in the long grass, well off to the side of the runway.
Nick like Mel was shaken but not overly bruised or bloodied. Fuck the chassis of a plane is tough. They were down. There was a collective trembly sigh from the pair. Sore bodies, probably whip lash would hit later. Their bodies had been put through a nasty series of jerks and jolts. And the horrible sense in their stomach pits, the situation had been out of their control. Their minds had been trying to tune out their oblivion moment, if it was coming.
“Are you Okay, Mel” Nick got out, when he was sure everything was off . Outside he saw the plane wasn’t leaking fuel and there was no smoke or flame; thank god. Though they needed to get away, to be sure.
“Yeah, yeah” said Mel a bit dazed, looking ahead into the long grass and s**ttered gum trees in the distance. She had, the thought: that could have been worse and what was I thinking of before we landed, a decent shag with Joel. Geez was that what life was all about: TS Elliot’s; ‘birth and copulation and death.’
She then just responded to Nick’s instructions, to get out and away; carefully.
Mel was out her door but suddenly leaning against the plane. A bit woozy. Close to nausea.
Nick was around next to her. Very concerned. How close to disaster, probably metres? Life defined and lived by margins. How close to something going really wrong? But he focused on Mel.
“Hey let me look in your eyes and take a few deep breathes...we are okay...it’s all okay.”
A few deep breathes and Mel realised she was okay. He neck would stiffen up and cane latter. But right now she was okay. She had that heightened sense of being alive in that immediate instance. She felt her lungs fill. Felt Nick’s warm hands on her face, his eyes looking into her eyes. Fuck, a guy, any guy, any male had never looked so fuckin appealing as now. Mel knew the only way completely out of this was a manic stress relieving fuck. And she ignored the fact Nick was her brother.
Nick had been prepared in his mind for when the plane hit the ground, though he couldn’t fully control the outcome, though he had tried. Nick however, didn’t see Mel coming for his mouth and body. She hit his mouth with a tsunami of energy and her fingers were inside his pants quicker than a greyhound chasing a lure. The brother didn’t back off. Here was what he had dreamed of, the forbidden body of his adult life and it was careening into his.
In a flurry of movement quicker than Nick had last checked the instrument panel in the hurried landing, his sister had his pants and boxers down in the long grass and was sucking off his pecker. Nick had that sickening thought; he should have an emergency landing more often. He shoved that out of his head, as his cock was shoved deeper into Mel’s sweet accommodating mouth. She was passionate about his cock. He knew why. They had survived. He had to make the best of this strange shared moment and then his cock took over. His knob was so happy as she sucked with gusto. A gratification for being alive and having cock in the moment.
Mel sucked cock in a way that focused on really appreciating the cock she was sucking and she was able to suck off a frickin dick. Screw that it was Nick’s cock; she would have shagged anyone who got out of the plane or anyone if they came over to the landing strip from the homestead, if they had seen their emergency landing.
Nick’s cock was saliva drenched. Me’s mouth was a slurry of warm sliding juice, a perfect cock repository. She slurped spit all over his balls. Kissed along his stiff shaft. Ran her tongue tip around and around his pleasured knob.
The brother wanted everything now it had started. He didn’t believe how easily and quickly the ravenous Mel got completely naked with him and he was taking in her big boobs, her cute navel jewellery and the biggest surprise of all her trimmed landing strip leading down to her puffy pink pouty labia.
“Wow”, he went, as he grabbed a handful of tit with one hand and felt her light fuzzy trimmed immaculate landing strip with his other. Her sparse pubes were slightly frizzy like three days growth on a guy’s face, then the contrast with her moist girly opening. His fingers enjoying a slick, slushy, gossamer slide through appealing vaginal wetness.
“Orrgh fuck yeah” from Mel appreciating frickin touch on her senses heightened body. She was beyond randy and horny. She was in body slut mode as she said; “Eat me, eat me out.”
Well Nick had been heading that way but took the quick route down over her nipples, licking them, stopping to delve in her navel, but only briefly, god that gold bar was cute in her indent. Then he was eye level with her perfectly presented landing strip and the wonders lingering just below.
He hit her private flight deck with blistering tongue speed. There is frenetic pussy licking and there is frenzied, it probably doesn’t make much difference, the outcome is intense rapid girly pleasure magnified.
“Orrgh fuck you...yeah...oh my...shit that’s good...fuckin good ...yeah ...yeah...shit yes” from Mel.
She was a foul mouthed slut when the pleasure principle was ramped in her favour. It may have been the circumstances, the crash landing; but boy was Nick outpacing even Joel’s best efforts down there.
Nick’s tongue curved into her cunt opening. It was sopping. Nick’s tongue spread wide to lick her cute flapettes, leaving them saliva shimmering in the harsh late afternoon glare. Nick’s tongue tip found her clit bud and man oh man was it responsive. Mel pushing her clitty into his face till the rising intensity forced her to stop in a shuddering climax.
Her brother could have let her catch her breath and savour her orgasm but he needed his own. He had a bundle of mixed clothes under her and her legs over his shoulders in the long grass and his cock deep in her warm grasping pussy. It was decadently good. Probably because of the intensity of the crash, maybe because it was his sister and equally because; well Mel was just a superior fuck. She was so goddamn into being rooted senseless at this precise moment. She pushed up into his grinding down pecker. His pelvic bone and her pubic mound humping together. It was pounding life defining dirty friction.
There was in the end only one thing dirtier than this sensational humping, Nick thumping her arsehole. Mel didn’t object as she was urged onto her kneeling fours for a dogging. The fact it was her arse that was gate-crashed only added to her manic need. As Nick’s tongue slammed into her balloon knot she sighed in delicious pleasure. Fuck it felt good. Mussy and mushy as it should, as her ring edge got really sensitive and wet. Then his tongue was going round in the smallest of tightest circles over her aroused pink starfish. Edging, shallow edging of her puckered pouty aroused balloon knot.
His tongue then delving into her emerging gape with slick slathering slides. A fat wriggling finger plying in and out of her arsehole and it was her inner engine that was fired up. Thankfully it hadn’t been the plane, but boy was Mel’s arse now smoking hot.
A woman’s arse is a beautiful thing for a probing cock but Mel’s arse was off the Richter scale. As Nick’s knob eased in it was like suddenly you realised there are two cherries on the top of your ice-cream sundae: not the usual one. Her arse was perfectly tight. His cock flexed into her constriction in full utter man bliss. Her arse canal as he burrowed deeper made his cock feel incredibly sensitive all over. The deeper he went the more Mel’s pleasure spiked. Then as his cock tugged in and out, it was like her insides were pulled out. It was really good anal sex.
Then Nick did his filthy best for the both of them. He wanted to see her soft blue eyes, see her boobs swagger as her body rocked with his, watch her pussy flex as she shoved his cock in his sisters arse. So he got her over and jabbed his cock into her bum where Mel could see it with her head on her chin.
“Orrgh fuck” she went as she was speared repeatedly. “Orrgh fuck” over and over. It was fully arse penetrative.
Nick then pushed his cock shallowly up into her arsehole, pressing up towards her pussy opening, sending an exquisite pleasure hit immediately through the both of them. His cock kept pushing up, from inside her arse but stimulating her pussy and arsehole from her bum cavity. A new instantly addictive pleasure need, created for two; so intense, her arse enjoying the shallow pleasure and her pussy was in the action too, from her arse.
It was slipstream sex. The pressure generated from her arse making her pussy tingle too as he pushed up from the non standard direction. Her big boobs joggling and bobbing about. Awesome.
“Orrgh fuck you prick...OrRGH fuck that’s good...you dirty sod...you fuckin dirty sod...urrgh fuck”
It became a double grunting arse rutting. Fantastic delight.
Mel knew Nick deserved the grandest cock finale.
"Your dick , your dick, between my boobs now"
What a glorious invitation. Hard, hard pecker, nestled between two squeezing, squishy, wonderful huge jugs. Titty swagger, boob verve, melon power, breast panache; all delivered. Sliding cock in a marshmallow soft flesh groove. Sensational breast wanking. Nick's cock pushed and gratified between her amazing cleavage.Her nipples pointing to the heavens. When she wrapped first her left, the her right breast over and around his super aroused knob, Nick was in heaven.
When Mel gave Nick control he was in paradise: "Hold em, squeeze em around your dick"
Oh sweet Jesus, the titty fuck of his life went up a notch.
His release was coming fast.
He got to splash both her boobs and in between.Pearl droplets and globs of jizz everywhere over her melons. Drops and driblets of semen runnelling over, down and between her flesh balloons. A drizzle of cum streaming down and swirling in her navel.
Mel just cooed.
Opportunity is strange. Frickin near life ending perhaps before her stunning pussy with its guiding landing strip just opened up and her arse clamped tight around his straining pecker and her wondrous boobs released his cum.
Mel was surprisingly alert to the whole world in the after throws as she licked her own boobs and tits clean of jizz.
She was glad to be alive. She was even gladder for a monumental shag and buggering and putting her boobs to the use they were intended for; titty fucking.
Her arse and pussy satisfied for the moment. Her breasts swaggering in the sun as she got up.
But there was a whole long weekend to really thank Nick.Brother, sister; didn’t register in her thinking: it was her pussy, her arse, his dick; her boobs. The rest was conventions getting in the way of the primal and the crash had highlighted for Mel, the dominance of the primal. Girls may live to copulate; but girls live for pleasure exuding from their butts and giving guys the exquisite special gift of a big booty titty shag.
Mel looked around. Fuck the plane and the gouged sods of red earth out of the land strip were a rough mess but her private girly land stripping was still in excellent nick and still indicating the direction to the silky wet smoothness of her pussy below and the tightness of her glorious just filled arse cavity, about 1.25 cm away. Yeah, the best things in life are often very close.
Jayla
- 15.06.2022
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