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Caught in the act
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Caught in the Act
Our new house seemed cavernous when I returned to it after
waving goodbye to Mom and Dad. They were exhausted after the move
from Milwaukee to Savannah, and had decided to go off for a few
days. Dad's sister, Trish, who had been living in Savannah for
several years, was going to drop in on my brother Gary and me once
in a while to make sure we were all right.
I decided to explore the house and take it all in. The gorgeous
southern teal colors were everywhere, and the house was as elegant
as the ones you see featured in decorating magazines. I roamed
through the downstairs rooms first and tried to memorize every
detail. Then I went upstairs.
I wanted to look at Dad's den, with the floor-to-ceiling
bookcases, indirect lighting, a plush sectional sofa, new pool table
and walnut desk furniture. It was the coziest room in the house,
but as I approached the den, I heard what sounded like erotic
African drums beating softly behind the door. I couldn't figure out
where it could be coming from, since I thought Gary had gone to the
house next door to ogle the sexy southern gal he'd spotted earlier
this week.
I opened the door and froze. The drumming was coming from the
stereo system Dad had installed in the den. A naked ass was swaying
sensuously to the rhythm, and below, between spread legs, two heavy
balls were swaying from side to side. I'd seen Dad's balls once
when he was sitting in a lawn chair in his baggy shorts, but I was
still a little inexperienced. Yes, Rick Jones had fucked me twice
back in Milwaukee when I was 20, but he'd been so shy about showing
me his cock. Even though I'd held it to help him find my pussyhole,
I hadn't been able to examine it.
Certainly not like I was examining the back of Gary's ballbag
between his legs. His ass was swaying near the edge of Dad's desk,
which had some papers on it. Suddenly, my older brother started
talking, even though I couldn't see anyone else in the room.
"Yeah, hon, take it in your fingers, rub it on your tits. Yeah.
Oh, that feels fantastic. Rub it on your nipples. Oooohhh. Open
your legs just a little more. OK. I want to lick it. Let me lick
you. Oh, you taste beautiful. I love your cunt. I can taste it.
I can taste your soft, little pussy."
As he said the last few words he bent over and seemed to be
kissing the desk. I suddenly saw his long, thick cock below his
balls. He was moving his hand along it, jerking off. I move just
enough to get view of the desk. Gary's tongue was moving between
the shaved pussy lips of a gorgeous blonde who seemed to be staring
at him from the pages of a girlie magazine. She wasn't the only
one. Three of four open magazines on Dad's desk displayed beautiful
naked women who seemed to be aching to get their pussies stuffed or
their mouths filled with hot, stiff cocks. But Gary was
concentrating on only one at the moment. His hand flew faster on
his cock as he licked the page.
"God, you're great," he told the picture. "Gary's going to fuck
you now. Open'em a little more. There. Feel that. God, you feel
so tight. Squeeze my cock more. Oh, yeah. Can you feel my balls
against your ass?"
Gary was raving now, his breath coming in short, quiet spurts.
He had flexed his legs a little, bringing his straining cock to desk
height, He held it against the girl's cunt as his fingers flew
along its length.
Just then I did something I'd never have done if I'd taken a
moment to think about it. But I was so stunned -- and so turned on
-- by what I was seeing that I had to be part of it. My pussy was
feeling itchy, and although I'd resisted the urge to rub myself, I
couldn't resist the urge to touch Gary. He beat his meat over the
picture of the girl's cunt and started whispering, "I'm going to
come on your cunt, on your belly, on your tits. Here it comes, take
it, hon. Here it comes." I stepped quietly behind him and reached
between his legs for his balls.
Startled, he whirled his head around and looked daggers at me,
but it was too late. Squeezing his balls put him past the point of
turning back. He groaned helplessly and looked back at the girl his
mind was fucking as wads of hot thick white juice splashed on her
tits, on her belly, in the tuft of hair above her pussy, and all
over her cuntlips. I held his balls gently until his cock stopped
spurting. He reached down and took my hand away.
"Christ, Connie, what the hell are you doing?" Gary said, trying
to hide his cock, which didn't seem to have gone very limp.
I amazed myself by my calm reply.
"Why screw imaginary girls and play with yourself and ruin
magazines with your sticky stuff when you've got the real thing
available? I've been wanting to play with your cock for years," I
said, "but you never let me see it. Turn around."
I pushed his reluctant hips around and knelt down. His cock hung
heavy and red and dripping cum. I put out my tongue and cleaned
the head of his dick while Gary sucked in his breath before putting
his fingers out and caressing my hair.
"Oh, Sis!" was all he could say as I took more of his cock into
my lips. I was amazed at how hot it was. And I was amazed at how
erotic it was to feel a cock getting rock-hard in my mouth. I
swirled my tongue around the head and up and down the thick shaft as
he held my head tighter against him. Finally, afraid he would come
again, he pulled his prick away.
"Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to do this sort of thing,"
he groaned.
I like to think it was my sexy body that ruined his resolve. No
sooner had he bemoaned our messing around than he was stripping my
clothes off, his lips going for my exposed tits, his tongue teasing
my nipples, his mouth fastening around them as pushed my shorts and
my panties to the floor. He cupped my silky mound, then moved his
middle finger in my slit. It felt wonderful, and I just gave myself
over to the feeling.
"Oh, Connie, you're so goddamned sexy," Gary breathed as we
lowered ourselves to the carpet. His tongue left my tits, trailed
down my tight belly and then plunged straight into my sopping pussy.
He licked up my juices, kissed my pussy lips on each side of my
slit, then started to get up.
"On the desk," he whispered
I closed the cum-covered magazine and lay back on Dad's desk.
He pushed my legs up, spread them a little, then stood against me,
his big, heavy cock laying like a fat iron poker on my cunt.
"Put it in, Gary," I pleaded. "Fuck me. Fuck me."
He placed his cockhead at the entrance to my pussy and pushed
with his hips. His dick popped inside my fiery cunt, and I clamped
down on his as I'd heard him urge his paper partner to do earlier.
Soon I was filled with pumping prick. I felt his balls swing
against my ass, and I felt his hands caressing my tits. The
sensations were more than I'd bargained for. I came in a juicy
torrent, my cum pushing out past his thrusting prick, dripping down
on my ass and onto Gary's balls.
"Fuck me," I demanded between my teeth when I had stopped
moaning. "Fill me with your stuff. Come on. Shoot it inside me."
Gary didn't have any real choice. I could feel how super hard
his pounding meat had become. He groaned in rhythm with his
thrusting cock and emptied his balls in my tunnel. I wanted every
drop of him, so I squeezed his cock in my cunt and reached around
his legs and milked his balls until he was exhausted, and he just
staggered back to the sofa while I lowered my legs and lay quietly
over the desk.
"Want to do it again?" I teased, raising my head enough so I
could see his wet prick lying thick but limp against his hard,
sweaty belly.
"God, you weren't cherry, were you?" he asked abruptly.
"No, but you're the best I've had," I teased again. Gary smiled
weakly. I could see him watching my pussy. The girls in school
were right -- men never do seem to get enough.
It wasn't long before I got off the desk and sucked Gary into
another hard-on. And it wasn't long after that that he fucked me
again, this time from behind so he could squeeze my hanging tits,
and I could hold his swinging balls while he also played with my
clit and made me come another four or five times before he finally
blasted another hot load into my pussy.
We decided we'd better enjoy each other while Mom and Dad were
gone because it would all end, we figured, when they got back. I
slept in Gary's bed that night, and we fucked twice more before we
finally fell asleep. We didn't have any chores or anything in
particular to do in the morning, so we slept late. Gary teased me by
kissing my pussy and my tits, and I stroked his cock and examined
his balls. We decide to shower together before looking around the
house for exciting places to fuck.
In the shower, we had a great time soaping and playing with each
other. Gary's cock got really stiff while I was drying it, and I
couldn't resist sucking it as I sat on the edge of the bathtub.
"After we're dry," he said between moans as I sucked his prick
and stroked his balls, "we can fuck on Mom and Dad's bed, then I'll
suck you out in the kitchen if you suck me off while I watch TV.
Then..."
"What if you go to jail, instead?" asked a sweet, familiar
voice.
Gary pulled his cock out of my mouth, and we both turned toward
the bathroom door. Dad's sister, Trish, dressed in a halter top and
short shorts, was standing there gaping at us, shaking her shoulder
length blonde hair. Her hand was insider her shorts and her fingers
seemed to be playing with her pussy, so I got the idea maybe she
wouldn't report us. Gary didn't notice anything, though, and
started to make excuses.
He was still babbling nonsense and trying to hide his rapidly
deflating prick with a towel when Trish, grinning, came into the
bathroom. She winked at me, went straight up to Gary and snatched
away the towel. Her fingers quickly circled his cock and began
stroking it.
"Shut up, Gary," Trish hissed. "You wouldn't have a chance if I
told them how you just drove yourself nuts playing with this
gorgeous piece of meat, and how you forced your sister to kiss your
balls and suck your prick, and how you forced your big penis into
her little snatch and fucked her silly. And then when I showed them
your prick, they'd know I was right, and they'd take you away."
He fingers had stroked Gary's cock into a tremendous hard-on
while she talked to him. And he was totally confused.
"Play with my tits, little boy," she hissed again in his ear.
"Watching you and your sister soaping each other got me hot. Really
hot. If you two don't satisfy me, I'll have to report...oh, yes.
Suck my tits." She had abruptly stopped her threats because Gary
had freed her big, conical tits from her top and was sucking them
ravenously.
Trish looked over at me and beckoned.
"You suck, too, Connie," she pleaded.
Her tits were so beautiful, big, firm and heavy that it seemed
natural to begin caressing them and sucking one tit while my brother
fed the other. Trish kept one hand stroking Gary's raging cock
while she brought her other one between my legs and probed my pussy.
I felt her slowly insert one finger, then two into my sopping cunt.
"Oh, this is going to be such fun. Come on, to the kitchen."
We both followed eagerly, Gary still giving me a confused look
as his dick bounced in front of him on the way down the stairs.
Trish had dropped her shorts and was sitting on the counter when we
got there. Gary's eyes were immediately drawn to her naked slit.
"Looks good enough to suck, doesn't it, nephew?" she purred.
Gary didn't wait for her to say anymore. As she drew me back to
her tits, and began caressing mine, Gary knelt in front of the
counter and plastered his moving lips against her cunt. Trish
instructed him on just how to suck and what to lick, and how far to
stick his tongue up her cunthole. Then she had him belly-up to the
counter and had me position his prick while he thrust it up into her
pussy.
"Squeeze his balls, Connie. God look at that big prick. You're
going to be a ladykiller, Gary," she sighed. "But now it's mine.
Fuck my pussy, nephew. Ohh, I'm coming!" she squealed.
My fingers were playing in her lovely pussy, caressing her clit,
as she bucked and moaned on the counter top. Gary's pulsing prick
seemed about ready. I pulled it out, and a quick hard squeeze on
his balls sent it spouting huge globs of cum up to Trish's heaving
tits. I watched his cockhead spurt two or three hard shots before I
bent over and took his creaming dick into my mouth.
I saw Trish watching intently as I sucked Gary's throbbing cock.
"I want that," she said. She got of off the counter, pushed me
aside and swallowed Gary's prick.
Trish was an accomplished cocksucker, Gary told me later. It
wasn't five minutes before she had his big prick throbbing and
bobbing again deep in her mouth. And by then stroking the base of
his prick and fondling his nuts, she had him shooting another wad
down her throat.
"I like girls, too," she smiled at me as she held Gary's cock in
her fingers and cleaned it off. She pushed me back into the living
room until I fell back on the sofa. Then she had me drape one leg
off the edge of the couch before mounting me just like a man. Her
tits felt great as they rubbed mine, and by humping against one
another really hard, we managed to touch pussies. Then she slid
down my body and sucked my pussy until I came so many times I lost
count.
When it was my turn, I didn't hesitate at all. It was kind of
thrilling to have her hold my face against her pussy as she humped
against me. When she came, her musky juices filled my mouth, and
she drew me so we could kiss and she could tongue some of the juices
into her own mouth. I'd never heard of that before, but it was
wild.
Gary sat on the sofa stroking his cock as we went at it. But
soon Trish had her mouth filled with his cock again as I sucked his
balls. Gary's hands had four tits to play with, and he didn't know
which to pinch and squeeze next.
Trish stayed until mid-day, fucking and sucking with both of us
until she looked at the time and said she had to go.
Before she left, she sat between us on the sofa, her fingers
caressing my tits and pulling at Gary's sore cock.
"You know, I think horniness runs in the family," she giggled.
"Someday I'll tell you about the things your dad and I did when we
were kids. Then you'll understand."
Gary was wide-eyed.
"You mean you and Dad used to...screw around?" he asked stupidly.
"If you mean, did I used to suck his cock, and did he used to
fuck my pussy and my ass, and suck my tits, and kneel over my face
and drop his balls into my mouth...why yes, we did. And, when he
comes to see me now, whether I still suck his big cock and does he
screw my cunt to the bed with his prick, well...that's another
story."
Trish came back several times before Mom and Dad returned from
their short holiday. What she told us caused my pussy to juice.
And what happened after Mom and Dad returned and somehow found out
that Gary and I had been messing around...well, that's a different
story. I can only say that we sure are enjoying all the amenities
of that expensive new house!
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