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Sex, sadomasochism, incest, perception’s reality between siblings.

Part One

Chapter One

       She melds as one with his homemade apparatus, every inch of her naked, shimmering body as she appears to be gaining consciousness.  The taut slipknots of the lithe, brilliant white ropes that a sailor would be proud of, calculated for both efficiency and effectiveness, the series of interlaced bindings painstakingly planned in advance not only offers out, but vividly contrasts with the very parts of her darkly tanned body that he cares to amuse himself with.  Mounted in a semi-arch facing outwards on the harsh surface he’s prepared hidden beneath her as she begins her initial struggles, her breasts’ the center of attention as already firm for their largeness, now the nearly perfectly symmetrical mounds seem hard as grapefruits, the widespread puckering nipples forming the apex of her bowed body as the twin melons seem to raise up on their own, enticingly quivering above her hollowed ribcage with each breath, teasingly beckoning for his attention even as her moans seem forced, both in anger and apprehension.

Again slowly, almost painstakingly stepping around her, testing, flicking each taut rope separately, feeling the firmness of her stretched arms, legs twitching beneath his prodding fingers while she’s bowed back in her spread-eagled arc, he still finds himself admiring her, at least physically.  Her evenly tanned flesh, the absolute perfect curves of her glistening body quivering, reflexively jerking against the bindings, he lets a finger probe her most sensitive spots, a playful tweak here and there as he watches her teasingly squirming for him.  Glancing down toward her face, the bright red leather ‘O’ ring spreading her yawning lips into a stretched, but almost perfect circle, the black satin eye mask contoured to her face reveals just the dainty nostrils of her upturned nose, flailing with each breath.

Even her dark braided hair taut in a slipknot holds her head back just inches above the floor just so, again he’s sure perfectly adjusted for her to service his cock when he’ll be kneeling, using those big titties of hers that she’s so proud of for grips when he thrusts in and out of the deliberately large circumference of the specially prepared ring stretching her mouth to his correct dimensions.  Glancing around the well stocked but otherwise ascetic room of his isolated getaway sheltered in his garage, he’s painstakingly prepared for her, everything’s in place, everything and then some he needs to service her as he still hesitates, debates with himself on where to start, how to pace himself as he senses the stirring in his groin, his relentless obsession of doing this with her finally taking place.  Hopefully his do-diligence before mounting her in this position for his extended pleasure will be rewarded, leaving his week long time frame he knows he has with their mom away, visiting out of town.

As she becomes more animated, contorts, entices him further, he takes another thorough trek around the apparatus, eyeing the trio of inviting orifices offered by her tautly spread body.  Slipping a finger, a thumb into the moist flesh between her taut thighs, then of course flicking the nubs of her nipples crowning the pair of perfect breasts he’s so enthralled with and now being offered out so implacably, he reaches a decision as to where to begin, as if there was ever a doubt.  Reaching out, letting a fingertip glide up across the nub of the closest nipple, just a wisp, another flick or two followed by a wider swipe back and forth across the supple mound of flesh as he watches for the firm bare titties he’s been so infatuated with for so long, to react to the sensation.  Dropping his other hand down across the ‘O’ ring, gliding a twitching fingertip along the edge of the dampening oval and her stretching lips as he feels his own heartbeat noticeably escalating, he feels his cock pulsing, almost aching.

Her outthrust breast quivering but the puckered nipple not yet responding to the tease, just her mouth twitching, her head trying to twist back and forth as harsh grunts emit from the glistening leather ring, he smiles to himself, slowly shakes his head back and forth as he gently rests his palm across the spreading areola of the rounded mound, lets the cupped hand slowly circle against the thickening nub until he finally feels signs of a reflexive twitch.  Also flicking the outline of her yawning lips occasionally with the tip of a finger, her response still muttered, unintelligible grunts, he hesitates for a brief moment, curls his fingers to clamp the hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  Slipping his other thumb and a finger into the leather oval, gripping her darting tongue, a similar pinch and he tugs on both with a firm tweak.

The tip of her curling tongue stretching out through the slot, the nipple elongating, twisting in his clamping fingertips, he watches for her reactions now as her naked body attempts to reflexively arch even higher, but only able to noticeably tremble instead do to his thought out binding process.  A couple more moans, raspier but muffled by his fingers pressing firmly through the drooling saliva circling the  ring, he twirls the nipple tauter, feels the puckering nub’s flesh compressing between his fingernails.  A knowing smirk as he watches, listens to her garbled, yet now obviously pleading grunts, thinking she could have enjoyed a little pleasurable foreplay if she wasn’t being such a cunt, he experiences the rush, the exhilarating sensations of inflicting pain on her arching, twisting body, with so much more to come.

Loosening his grip, wiping his hands back and forth across her breasts, stepping around and  positioning himself between her thighs, he kneels, tweaks her hairless cuntlips between the tips of his fingers even wider apart then they’d already been spread.  Craning forward, tilting his mouth closer toward the exposed nub of her clit partially concealed by the fold of her clit hood, gazing across her hollowing pair of orifices being separated by the narrowest strip of moist flesh, he leans in, presses his tongue outward, flicking it, letting it lap across the instantly quivering divide, up across her puckering rectum.  The taste of her salty moistness arousing his senses as her hips quiver, her stomach ripples in a series of fluttering spasms, he allows his tongue to slip upward from between her buttocks, to press below her clithood and flatten the exposed nub between the puffy folds of her labium.

More wet then just moist, the taste more pronounced as her pinkish vaginal flesh involuntarily quivers beneath his flicking tongue, he’s struck by the actual twitching, the erotic motion of her spreading sex within inches of his eyes as her entire naked body begins to escalate from quivering to noticeably trembling, her nipples thickening, jiggling across her pendulous mounds jaunting freely upwards as a series of moans spew from the mouth gag.   Becoming aroused himself by her responses, sliding the tip of his tongue inward, tilting his face forward, his nose flattening across her pubic mound, sucking inward on the swelling nub, he presses it between his tongue and upper lip.

Sucking the swelling flesh between both lips, clamping gently down with his teeth, he senses the throbbing, pulsing response of her clit as he again tastes her accumulating juices oozing from her gapping vagina.  Manipulating, twisting his head, taking a deep breath, he lets his teeth sink in, bordering on harsh as he feels her naked body lurch in her bindings, shudder as a rasping, unintelligible  screech spews from his bound sister’s oval mouth piece???

A constant loud, on again, off again  blaring drone in the background, turning on his side, eyes spreading open, it’s the alarm going off, awakening him from his dream.  Its morning, his sister’s still snuggled in her bed upstairs in her visitor’s bedroom, just back to spend a few days after a couple years of living on her own in Florida, and looking sexier then ever.  Sitting up with an obvious hard-on, collecting his thoughts, he wonders what she dreamt about last night.  Anyway, time to get up, get ready for work, maybe it’ll be a good day to take off early, catch her at home, alone.

Chapter Two

       Seeing the unfamiliar car in the driveway behind hers as he arrives home early from work after taking the last couple hours of the day off, it too with Florida license plates, he’s disappointed realizing she’s probably not alone.  Quietly walking around to the rear of the house, entering through the kitchen, he softly steps down the hallway toward the sounds obviously coming from her room.  Stopping in front of her bedroom door, silently kneeling, he peeps through the keyhole directly toward her bed.  Seeing her naked, laying back on the daybed, his heart races as he sees a guy as tan as her sitting on a stool beside her with his back toward the door, flipping a belt directly between her arching thighs.

       ?Oooooohh!?  Her moan not sounding of pain, her eyes fluttering as her head tilts back, sinks into her fluffed pillow; he watches her fingers interlocking above her raising arms stretching above her as she bows her back, arches her breasts outward.  ?The? These titties too!?

Her voice raspy, her breasts firm, rounded mounds gently swaying as she arches her chest outward, hardly believing his eyes; he watches the black leather belt curling above her naked body from the flicking wrist as she braces herself while begging.  ?Whip my titties? The nipples too!... Make them hurt before you fuck me.?

       ‘Thwack!’   The sound of the belt flattening her titflesh, her naked body arching even higher, he’s also mesmerized by her tits, big and firm tanned mounds, almost as dark overall as her stretched areolas, he realizes her breasts must of grown a couple more sizes since she left for Florida a couple years ago.

       ?Ahhhh? Yes!... Yeeeessssss!... More? And? And harder!... Whip my bare nipples harder with that belt!... Harder!?

       Obviously not even remotely the sound of pain, even discomfort, more of arousal, her voice more like when she was a flirting teenager, he can’t believe he’s seeing her kinky side as he watches her grinding her spreading hips against the bedspread.  Mixed emotions, seeing her with this guy, yet seeing her naked like this, being abused, imagining he was the one using that belt, feeling his cock hardening, gripping it through his pants leg, he continues staring through the keyhole as the curling strap flicks across her nude flesh, snapping back and forth across her responding nipples, lowered to again flick across her freshly shaven slit a couple more times, then back up across her bouncing titties.  Moans, gyrations, her mesmerizing body bowing upwards, glistening as she cranes her neck, sucks on a finger, arches her hips as her feet curl upward to press together, he’s transfixed watching her heels flattening together just beneath her gapping, bruising cuntlips as her breasts also discolor with each flick of the belt across her puffy nipples, like overly ripe melons bouncing, swaying even as she arches higher on the bed to receive the flailing strap.

       ‘Thwack!... Thwack??..Thwack!’  Each sound of leather striking flesh the same. ‘Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!’

       Gripping, stroking himself though his pants leg through the flurry of lashings, finally seeing the stranger beginning to stand, drop the belt across the stool and beginning to unfasten his trousers, he feels a real sense of jealousy almost overwhelming him as his sister’s arms reach out; presses her reddening titties together between them as her open hands provocatively awaits the guy reaching down to slip off his briefs.  Almost angry watching her as she seductively spreads her legs to be mounted, glancing down the hallway, he stands, quietly steeps toward the living room, its front door.  Opening it, he slams it shut as if just arriving.

       ?Anybody home?... Mom? Sis??  Smiling to himself as he steps toward the hallway, he continues in his loud voice.  ?Whose car’s in the driveway?... Anybody here!?

       Tapping on his sister’s door while turning the locked knob back and forth, he holds back another chuckle to himself as he hears her frustration while she almost angrily answers.  He’s done what he’s intended to do.

       ?Yeh? Yeh Bubby? We’re in here? In here watch? Watching TV? Be right out, okay??

       ?Yeh? Okay.?  He answers, adding a little lie as he presses his ear against the door.  ?I think mom’s car just turned up the street behind me, too.?

       ?Oh shit!?

His sister’s hushed voice through the closed door, the sound of the daybed springing, her feet hitting the floor as she’s obviously in a hurry; he again smiles to himself thinking that they won’t be doing any fucking now as he heads for the stairs down toward his own bedroom.  Shutting his door and lying on his bed, thinking of his sister, seeing her not only naked again but also being into sadomasochism, his thoughts swirl around reality and his dreams.  Remembering the different times over the years of peeking in on her as a kid, seeing her developing from puberty to now being a real woman, when he first saw her again just yesterday after she returned from Florida, the fantasies started, of forcing her to be his submissive, of tying her up, even hurting her.   Now, if she really likes her tits and cunt being worked over, there’s plenty more that he can do, just like in his fantasies.  It’s time to have a talk with her, make her an offer she can’t refuse.

Chapter Three

?Now, face me Sis? Step toward me.?  He orders, his own legs spread on the sofa in the family room outside his bedroom in the basement.  His knees barely covered by his tattered but favorite robe, he continues.  ?Slide your hands up above your head and arch your shoulders back for me, too.?

       Obeying, but hesitantly so, the pair of white towels damp, the fuller one neatly tucked across her breasts, the other wrapping her hair, she turns in front him.  Just out of the shower he ordered her to take, water still beading across her moist flesh, her bare feet leave damp imprints across the carpet of their finished basement as she takes a couple steps forward.

       ?Now? Just like I said, mom doesn’t need to know about that kinky shit between that guy and you as long as you do what I say and cooperate? Understand??  He orders as he reaches out while spreading his knees further apart, motions her closer with both hands.  ?Come on? Let me see those tits pop out here now.?

       Another couple steps, feeling her damp thighs pressing between his knees, he watches her turn her head slightly to the side as his fingers reach outward, into the top of the towel.  Her breasts flattening as he tugs the terrycloth back around her, the firm mounds springing outward, sway toward her armpits as he drops the towel to the floor.  Gnawing her lower lip, a hushed, almost angry grunt emits as she interlocks her fingers beneath the other wet towel while closing her eyes.

       ?Damn, Sis.?  He mutters as he slips his hands up across her ribcage to either side, lets his thumbs rest just below her pendulous breasts.  ?I swear? These things get bigger every time I see ‘em!?  His hands pressing inward, manipulating her, forcing her swaying chest to arch outwards, he also tugs her closer toward the front of the couch as her nipples jiggle, spread apart.

A bitter grunt as her hips press against his robe, he listens to her whining.  ?This? This ain’t right Bubby? Don’t? Don’t do that!?

       ?Now? Here’s what I want you to do Sis.?  He smiles, ignoring her comments as he lets go, slides his hands down across her sides, spreads his robe apart.  ?Straddle me? Straddle this.?  Glancing down toward his swelling shaft as he reveals himself, gripping its base by the scrotum in one hand while slipping his other hand out across her hip, he nods his head.  ?Just press that pussy down here across my dick, grind your clit back and forth on it to start with for me, okay??

       Face flushing, a noticeable pouting expression, knuckles turning white as they remain clenched together behind her neck, she hesitates as his hands pull her forward.  The crown of his hard shaft pressing up between her cuntlips, he feels it flattening her clit while his hand guides her hip, pulling forward, pressing back, the head of his cock spreading her wider as it slips inside her slit.

       ?Don’t?. Bubby???? Bubby!?  She whimpers, glancing down toward both his hands gripping her hips, his cock pressing between her thighs.  ?This ain’t right? Stop!?

       Holding her still, glancing up into her dark brown eyes, he slowly shakes his head.  ?That’s enough? One more word and we’re done, I’ll just have a word with mom, let her know how you like those titties and pussy whipped right here under her roof!... Understand??

       A hint of a tear, a quiver of her lip, she lets her head nod toward the side.  ?Okay? Okay, but? But don’t tell mom anything? Promise??

       ?Slide that pussy down here?Work my cock and we’ll see.?  He grunts as he slides his hands up across her hips, nudges her downwards.  ?Come on? Start fucking me? Like you wanted to do him in your bedroom after he whipped these titties!?

       Listening to her moan, watching her body tense as her head shakes slowly back and forth, he feels her hips lowering with his hands, the swelling crown of his throbbing shaft forcing inward, the warm, moist slit spreading, gripping like a tight glove as her knees obediently bow between his.  Stomach churning, actually having her mount him, its better then any fantasy, almost any dream as her firm breasts sway just in front of his face, the soft scent of her fresh bath intoxicating as the dark nipples jiggle.

?Shoulders back further.?  He grunts as nearly half his cock glides between her thighs, his foreskin stretching as her clit flattens against his shaft.  ?Let me taste a titty? Push it out here so I can suck on it.?

Spreading his lips, watching her torso arch, twist accompanied by an obvious clicking of her tongue, the fullness of her breast flattens across his mouth, presses against his nose as he flicks the hardening nub with the tip of his tongue.  Tasting her, feeling the firmness, fullness of the globular mound against his face, pulling downward with his spreading fingers across her hips, the feeling’s exuberating.  Burrowing deeper in one slow, long thrust, her vaginal walls compressing his cock, drawing it inward, the damp warmth lubricating his stretching foreskin, he’s certain he’s thrusting past her navel while he glances down toward her visibly puffy stomach, forces her hips to flatten across his thighs, his cock pulsing as she screams????.

The loud, obnoxious drone in the background again, turning over again, his cock aching, he realizes its Saturday morning; his escapade with his sister’s been short circuited by a new day, again.

Chapter Four

       Finishing a half day at work on the weekend shift, only one thing on his mind the entire time, turning the corner to the cookie cutter houses with small neatly kept lawns, he sees his sister in the driveway washing her car in front of the garage.  Hose in hand, soapy bubbles across her bare flesh being revealed by her micro bikini as she squirts the driver door window; he slows his pace as he steps toward the other side of the car.  Her breasts flattening across the wet, streaking door glass as she tiptoes in her bare feet, squirts the roof, her dark hair tied strictly back in a single braid swaying across her back, her eyes remain hidden by the wide rimmed sunglasses.

       The car stereo blaring, her body lithely in motion to the music, one hand on the windshield as she leans over, retrieves the soppy sponge from the bucket, he watches the flood of soap cascade across her bobbing melons as she slides the sponge back and forth between her and the car’s sun roof.  Her drenched breasts again pressing against the glass, the hose’s water soaking her as it splashes off the fender, he notices the nub of a nipple peeking out above her stretching black top at least a couple sizes too small, the tan nub hard, thick as it presses, scrapes across the clear, flat surface.  Staring, he can’t help thinking of the old Cool Hand Luke movie with Paul Newman, when the chain gang got teased by watching a cunt washing her car with her nearly bare titties hanging out for everyone to see, and that no one could touch.

       Knowing she’s obviously ignoring him on purpose while she again reaches down as she sops the sponge in the overflowing bucket, more soapy water splashes across her barely covered breasts, streaking down across her hollowing stomach as she tiptoes, presses her butt up and out, leans across the hood as her lips silently move to the words of the song.  The skimpy material of her thong barely covering the top of her slit below her obviously shaven pubic mound, not covering her buttocks at all as the strap disappears inside her long, glistening crack, he again feels the instant arousal as the pit of his stomach churns.

       Stepping around the back of the car, reaching down, kinking the hose, he watches the water slow; begin to drip from the nozzle.  Seeing her glance at the green garden hose, hesitate, glance back toward him, he smiles, holds the kinked tube up for her to see.

       ?Hey, there Bubby? Wanna do me??  She grins, hesitates before cooing.  ?A favor??  Turning the nozzle slowly, shutting it off, she lets the hose drop across the concrete driveway.

       An obvious teasing play on words as she playfully kicks the curling hose, she sways toward him, breasts thrust out, a tip of a nipple still peeking out.  Turning, she reaches up behind her neck, grips, twists her braid up above her head.  ?My fingers are all sudsy, slippery? Untie the top and adjust it for me, okay?... My boobie’s hanging out? I think some of the neighbors are getting a cheap thrill peaking out their windows? I guess I’ve about outgrown this bikini, don’t you??

       Reaching up without thinking, parting the loosening straps, he feels the weight of her breasts tugging at the soaked cups as he begins retying the strings.

       ?Ouch!?  A fake whimper, she bows her back, presses her damp buttocks against his crotch.  ?That’s scrapping my nipples, push my boobies inside the cups for me, then tie the strings off, okay bro??

       Reaching around, cupping both wet cups, pressing the material flat across her firm, globular mounds as she arches her shoulders further back, he can feel her thick nipples, hard as rocks beneath the shimmering cloth as his cock throbs.  Adjusting one breast, the other, taking his time, obviously more then necessary, slowly running his fingers along the strings, his fingers quiver as he ties the ends together, feels her buttocks still teasingly grinding back across his swelling trousers.

       ?Thanks Bubby.?  She smiles as she turns back toward him, glancing down above her swaying breasts standing virtually upright, the nipples concealed with just the silhouettes of the hardened nubs protruding, but now the rounded bottoms of the full mounds projected unobstructed from beneath the taut cloth.  ?These things can be such a nuisance.?  Fingers still gripped behind her neck, slipping an opening hand downward, giving a ‘smack’ across the breast that was exposed, she scowls.  ?Bad? Bad tit? I think a little discipline could be in order? Maybe I can find someone to spank both these titties later? Oh well!?  Glancing up into his eyes, another smile, she turns toward the garage.  ?Wanna help me dry off, mister?... In there where the nosy neighbors can’t watch me from behind their curtains?... A girl can’t even wash her car by herself and not be ogled? The perverts.?

Stepping through the side door, flicking the lone bulb ceiling light on, picking up a towel from a laundry basket, wiping her shoulders, her stomach, she glances toward him.  ?You’ve missed seeing me, haven’t you??

A nod, picking up a towel himself, he answers.  ?Sure.?

?I mean? You’ve missed watching me? Hiding and scoping me out whenever you had a chance to see my boobies? Or see me naked, huh??

?Wha????

?Now don’t give me that innocent shit.?  She grins as she rubs the towel along the side of her face, continues. ?I used to get off putting on a show for you? Christ, sometimes I’d run the shower water ‘til it was ice cold knowing you were playing with yourself watching me being all wet and naked.?  Wiping the other side of her face, smiling and shaking her head, her braid of hair, she adds.  ?I bet you didn’t realize I knew you were watching through the keyhole while I was getting my tits whipped the other day either? Hey? that’s okay though? Don’t be concerned? It just turned me on more, too? That’s why I got so animated.?  Stopping, staring directly into his eyes she adds.  ?A little pain can be a good thing? It heightens the sensations? Besides, it turns guys on seeing a hot chick with titties like these being spanked around? Guys love that shit, you know? I bet you do too? Don’t you?... You’d love to be able to do things like that to me? Things I’d have no control over while you hurt me in special places, huh??

Practically speechless, just listening to her matter of fact tone, his towel still limp in his hand, he watches her rubbing her towel across her thrust out breasts, drop it back in the basket.

?I’m going to give you a treat now, let’s say a present for my homecoming, okay??  Untying her top, slipping her thong down her thighs, she takes his towel, drops it down in front of him.  ?Drop your trousers, slip off your shirt.?  She orders as she kneels naked in front of him.  ?Let’s play a little game I learned, little brother.?

Nervous, excited, pants, shirt slipping off and dropped on the floor without hesitation, he stands in front of her, his throbbing cock swaying upright just inches from her face.

?Lean your back against the wall? Don’t move?  And I bet I can make you cum without touching your cock or you win and get to fuck me right here and now!?  She smiles as he twists, leans back against the shelf.  ?Now play along? Watch and enjoy and I might let you squirt your load in my mouth? Now, concentrate on keeping that thing sticking straight out, just like that? Okay??

Cupping her own breasts, glancing up into his eyes, she begins.  ?I feel like cupping that cock right between these melons? I know you’d like that huh?... But not yet, okay??  Pressing her breasts together, she continues in a sultry voice.  ?Yea, I’d squeeze it? Stroke it? Feel it sink into my titflesh? That’ll have to be later though.?  Leaning forward, arching her chest outward, spreading, provocatively licking her lips, she glances up again, adds.  ?Hold still, just keep watching my titties if you want? Think about what you want to do to them? How you want to hurt them? To make me beg you to stop when you get too harsh? Okay?... Now, just don’t touch ‘em yet, right??  Tilting her face toward his crotch, her mouth engulfing the crown of his pulsing shaft, he feels the sensation of her warm breath flowing around his swelling meat.  Her head bobbing gently back and forth, three, four inches of his cock disappearing between her stretching lips, he feels the warm dampness of her saliva, her breath on his twitching rod.

Slipping her head back after several long, slow nods, smiling, she scoffs.  ?See? Didn’t even touch that dick, did I?? Still got it to throb though, huh?? Glancing up into his appreciative eyes again, she slides her hands away from her swaying breasts, raises her arms out up over her head, stretches, arches.  ?You fantasize taking me, working my breasts, don’t you Bubby??  She coos as she shakes the firm melons back and forth just under his stiff cock.  ?You really liked seeing ‘em whipped with that belt the other day too, didn’t you?... You know I was fantasizing myself that that was you whipping them.?  Glancing down, shaking her chest provocatively back and forth, her breasts swaying toward her armpits, smacking together, swaying back, she seductively rolls the tip of her tongue back and forth across her moist lips, leans forward.  ?Let’s go a little deeper this time.?

Yawning, slipping her lips again around his cock, sliding her head forward, she bobs slowly back and forth, her neck craning, breasts jiggling.  Breathing, gently blowing on his cock, her saliva drooling, soaking his shaft, her fingers flex as her hands sway outward above her head while she engulfs another couple inches before slowly drawing back.  A line of drool from her lower lip to the head of his cock, licking the strand in with her tongue, she grins.  ?Drool doesn’t count as touching? So you don’t get to fuck me? Yet!?  Lowering her hands, griping a stretching cuntlip between fingers and thumbs, she spreads her slit wider as her knees slide further apart.  ?God, I want that thing rammed up my cunt? All the way? Make me feel like you’re ripping me apart? Oh yea? That’d be awesome wouldn’t it bro??  Sliding her fingers in and out, stretching, tugging at her sex, she continues with a teasing voice.  ?To bad I’m your sis huh, that wouldn’t be right, would it?... It wouldn’t be right for you to mount me? Fuck me like I’m your personal whore, your sex slave to do with as you wish, now would it??

Tilting forward again, tongue pressing outward below his rippling abs, just the curling tip dripping saliva across the throbbing crown, she yawns, lets the cock slide inward trailing her retracting tongue.  Her nose almost touching his pubic hair, his shaft flattening her tonsils, she clamps her lips around his cock, sucks inward.  Lapping and stroking, bobbing her head, she reaches up, grips his scrotum, squeezes.  His knees trembling, his cock pulsing, his hips thrust outward while he leans harshly back, grabs the edges of the shelves to hold himself as he feels his sperm gushing, his cum engorging her throat as she gulps, swallows his load.

Another spurt as her fingers manipulates his aching balls, yet another while she sucks in, pushes outward, twists her head, gnaws on the head of his still throbbing shaft, she allows the glistening meat to slide out, a noticeable gasping sound of air escaping her lungs as her lips unclamp, pull back.

Releasing her stretching labium from between her clenching fingernails, sliding her wet fingers up toward her mouth, she licks her lips, the tips of her fingers one at a time as she smiles up toward him.  Cum drooling on her cheek, across her chin, lapping her tongue in circular motions, she squats, stands, presses her lips across his.  Squeezing his semi erect cock with one hand, her other hand behind his neck tugging forward, she slides her moist tongue between his spreading lips, searches for his while returning their bodily fluids.

Tilting her head back, another smile, a giggle as she manipulates his cock, rubs its crown across her swelling clit, she teases.  ?Looks like you win!... I fucking touched it didn’t I?... Damn, think you can get it up for me again bro?... Ram this thing up my cunt now??  Stroking, jerking, grinding the semi erect meat between her thighs, she continues.  ?Fuck me right here and now until you cum again?... Can you do that for me??

Feeling his arms encircling her, his cock twitching, swelling again as her fingers manipulate the ultra sensitive crown, she feels him he jerking, grunting as her fingernails dig in, harshly twist.  ?Guess not? Oh well.? She teases.  ?Ain’t wanting to fuck me right now huh?... To bad bro, that was your chance!?  Stepping back, picking up the towel, she wipes her mouth, her breasts, crosses and flattens her glistening mounds with the terrycloth as she ties it off just below her armpits.  ?Time for a cold shower, I’m still horny as hell though? Got a date tonight, he’ll get lucky I bet? Anyway don’t stay up for me; I’ll be home late, okay??  A nod, a teasing smile, she adds.  ?Oh!... Want me to leave the bathroom door open while I rinse off, little bro??

End Part One