Brother was first

CHAPTER TWO

As Tom drove his cock up into his sister's hot cunt, their parents were getting slightly drunk at the Barbers' house. Both Lance and Joan enjoyed the Barbers' company, and for the past three years since the Barbers started coming to the lake, they had all spent many evenings together. Linda Barber was a striking young woman of about thirty with natural blonde hair that she wore short. Her husband, Craig was a big muscular man in his mid-thirties with a ruggedly handsome face and sandy hair.

"How's that beautiful daughter of yours?" Craig asked Joan as he handed the woman her fourth drink.

"Heather?" she smiled. "She's just great."

"I think it's wonderful how well she gets along with her brother," said Linda.

"It is nice," smiled Joan. "Tom and Heather art very close to each other."

The woman had no idea how close the two were at that very moment.

As the evening progressed, the four people were getting quietly smashed. Sitting next to Craig as she sipped her drink, Joan was suddenly aware that he was pressing his leg against her bare thigh. Having come directly over from the store, Joan was wearing the shorts that she'd been working in. The handsome man had never made any suggestions or advances toward her, so Joan decided that the pressure of his leg on hers was purely accidental. Later, as the pressure increased, she looked up at him and was rather confused by the excited expression in his face as he stared at her. Their eyes momentarily locked and the strange vibes between them sent a shiver racing up and down Joan's [missing text].

When Craig walked across the room to refill their glasses, Joan's eyes followed his every movement. Although she and her husband's sex life had been very limited and frustrating for the past few years, Joan had never been unfaithful to him, but now she suddenly wondered how Craig would be in bed. Watching him as he returned with their drinks, she glanced down at his crotch, wondering if the man had a hard-on. She thought she could see a slight bulge, but in her state of intoxication, she couldn't be sure. When he sat down by her again, she had a wild desire to reach, over and feel it, but she fought back the temptation.

As the evening and drinks progressed, Joan's fascination with the man increased. She found the bold expression on his face quite provocative. There was a burning fire in his eyes and an overpowering presence about his nearness that she found very exciting. When he placed his hand on her bare leg as they talked, Joan felt a spurt of cunt juice dripping into her panties.

On the other sofa, both Lance and Linda were quite drunk as they argued about the correct way to tie down the jib on the Barbers' sail boat.

"No," slurred Lance. "AL knot like that would…"

"The hell it would," argued Linda. "I've been tying like that for years."

"It won't hold," mumbled Lance, getting up to pour another drink.

"Shit it won't," giggled Linda, running her hands through her short blonde hair. "You don't know a pissin' thing about tyin' knots."

"One jerk and your fuckin' knot would slip," said the man, staggering back with their drinks.

"Betcha," she giggled.

"My God," laughed Joan, listening to the stupid conversation. "Why don't you idiots walk down to the marina and pull on the stupid rope?"

"Sure," slurred Linda. "And I'll betcha my knot won't slip."

"Okay," sinned Lance, staggering to his feet. "Let's go prove it."

"Good," Linda giggled. "I'll betcha a drink."

"You're on," said Lance in an unsteady voice as they staggered out the door.

When they had gone, Joan suddenly realized that she'd sent them to the marina so she could be alone with Craig.

"Oh, Joan," the man whispered, taking her pretty face between his hands as he gazed into her big grey eyes that were smoldering just below her long dark bangs.

Just as she knew he would, the man lowered his mouth down over her wet open lips. Joan knew she should stop him but she had no will to resist as her mouth clung passionately to his, their slippery tongues deliciously entwined. As much as Joan knew it was wrong, there was no way she could draw her lips away from his deep sweet kiss. Sucking passionately on Craig's tongue, she could feel his hand moving down her back until his fingers slipped under the waist band of her shorts. Lowering the zipper with his other hand, he peeled them down over her soft round ass. Quivering with an excitement she'd never felt before, the beautiful brunette clung tightly to him as his strong fingers kneaded and goosed around in the soft, warm crevice between the fleshy cheeks of her bare buttocks. She could feel his hard cock throbbing through his pants against her tummy as he drew her even closer to him.

"Oh, Joan, honey," he whispered, expertly removing her blouse and bra. "You're such a beautiful woman."

The sight of her totally naked body had his prick throbbing violently in his pants. Gently forcing her shoulders against the back of the couch, he dropped to his knees on the floor and tenderly spread and lifted her legs, placing them over his shoulders.

With his face between her soft naked thighs, he was gazing directly up into her wet cunt, glistening with droplets of pussy juice that clung to the slippery, coral tinted folds of her quivering cuntlips. Silky black pubic hairs deliciously surrounded the warm dampness of her sweet dripping slit.

He lowered his face down into the smoldering hotness between her lewdly spread legs, and his nostrils caught the aromatic scent of her sweet pussy, sending flames of lust scorching through his loins. There was a delicious freshness to the scent that told him how wonderful her wiggly snatch would taste. Lowering his nose into the soft nest of delicately scented cunt hairs, he ran his thick wet tongue up along the entire furrow of her hot wet slit.

Because she and her husband had never participated in oral sex, Joan couldn't believe what was happening.

"Jesus Christ!" she panted, feeling his hot tongue washing over the sensitive flesh of her open cuntlips. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Lickin' your cute pussy," he whispered, slipping the tip of his tongue in between the slippery folds of her dripping cunt. "D'ya like it?"

"God, yes," she moaned. "That drives me crazy."

Unable to restrain his lust any longer, Craig buried his face deeper into the dripping moistness between the beautiful brunette's naked thighs. Slurping like a wild man, he began frantically sucking and licking her sweet juicy slit. God, how fresh and clean it tasted as his tongue slashed up into her warm slippery fuck-hole.

"Jesus Christ, Craig," squealed Joan. "I've never felt anything so fuckin' good in my life!"

The feel and taste of her hot juices oozing out against his face was driving him wild. Craig had eaten plenty of pussy in his life, but nothing had been equal to this frothy cunt. Sucking and slurping on her slippery pussy-flesh, he was thrusting his tongue up her fuck-hole as far as it would reach.

"Oh, sweet Craig!" squealed Joan, never having felt anything so wild in her life. "Shit that feels good! I love it! I love it!"

She knew that Linda and her husband could walk in at any moment, but in her state of excitation, she didn't give a fuck.

"Suck, honey, suck!" she cried, grinding her hot wet pussy around his slavering mouth.

After spending several minutes licking the sweet nectar from deep in her cunt. He moved up and began sucking her quivering clit between his lips.

"Eeeeeeaaaaghhhhh!" she squealed. "That's it, honey! That's good, gooooooood!"

After driving the woman practically wild by nibbling and sucking on her hard joy-button for several moments, he once more plunged his tongue up into her seething hot hole. The feel of her warm slippery pussy-flesh against his swirling tongue sent flames of lust scorching through his loins. With his face cradled between her damp naked thighs, his tongue was lapping hungrily around in her hot, juice-slickened pussy.

"Oh, shit!" she sobbed. "That's so fuckin' good!"

The man's handsome face was soon completely soaked with the slippery juices that were flowing out she slurped and licked on her delicious gash. "Oh, shit!" she squealed with joy when his tongue once more glided over her erect clitoris. "That's it, honey! Suck my clitty! Suck my clit!"

Gently nibbling on her hard girl-prick, he soon had the beautiful woman near a state of hysteria.

"Oh, God!" she sobbed, grasping at the back of his head and pushing his mouth down tighter over her squirming pussy. "That feels so fucking good!"

Joan was writhing around so violently on the couch that Craig was having a hell of a time keeping his mouth locked down over her elusive slit. Grasping her lurching hips more firmly, he burrowed his tongue even deeper into her juice-slickened cunt. The sweetness of her delicious pussy was driving him wild, the fresh dean taste and scent of her soft pink inner flesh making his stiff boner throb even harder.

"Oh, sweet fuckin' Jesus," she whispered as his tongue glided wetly over her hard, quivering clit. "That's so fantastic."

In the pest, Joan had thought only perverts could enjoy anything like this, but now she thought it was the most wonderful thing in the world.

"Oh, shit, Craig!" she squealed, grasping wildly at the cushion. "It's so good, honey!"

Craig was now clutching at her cute bare bottom as he pressed his face deeper into the hot moistness between her widely spread legs. His thick tongue was burrowing between the soft juicy folds of her wiggly cuntlips as the hot pussy juices dripped down over his tongue, filling his mouth with the delicious taste of her hot cunt. Craig was twisting his face from side trying to bury his tongue deeper into her steamy fuck-hole.

"Suck, darling, suck!" screamed Joan. "That feels so shittin' good!"

The beautiful woman had lost all contact with reality and was aware of nothing except the delicious sensations that were screaming through her pleasure-tortured body.

"Hot piss!" she squealed, grasping Craig's thick sandy hair and forcing his mouth down tighter over her spit-soaked slit. "I love it! Oh, shit, I'm gonna come, gonna come!"

The man began sucking even more violently on her clit, wanting her to have a climax she'd never forget.

"Craig! Craig!" she shrieked. "I'm coming!I'm coming, commmiiinnnggg!"

Rising to his feet, he gently lowered the exhausted woman onto her back. When she was spread out on the sofa with her legs open wide, Craig began removing his clothes.

"Oh, Craig," she whispered. "Suppose they come back and catch us."

"Don't worry," he smiled. "Those two drunks will be down there arguing about knots for hours." When he was completely disrobed, Joan stared hungrily at the man's hard cock. It wasn't as large a her husband's huge dong but it looked so hard and virile.

"Oh, Craig," she whispered as he crawled up between her legs. "I need a hot fuck so damn bad."

"Don't worry," he grinned. "You're gonna get it."

She smiled and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing tool so she could guide it up toward the hot wetness of her slippery cunt. Her smooth naked thighs parted even wider in anticipation of his hard dick.

"Oh, Joan," he sobbed excitedly when his sensitive cockhead razed against the softness of her damp pussy hairs.

His entire body was trembling with excitement when the head of his dick slipped slowly into the thick warmth of her velvety-smooth slit.

"Oh, baby," she whispered with passion, feeling his sleek hard cock casing into her cunt.

He we so much more gentle than her husband. Lance had an enormous prick, but he didn't seem to know how to use it. Sex was always painful for Joan, but she knew that she could really enjoy the bigness of her husband's massive dong if he weren't so rough. There was never any foreplay with Lance. As soon as Joan was on her back, he'd stuff his huge cock into her without any tender preliminaries. Once he'd rammed his big cruel tool into her, he'd hump like a wild man until he'd shoot his load, not caring whether Joan climaxed or not. Because of this, they'd drifted sexually apart. Now the feel of Craig's cock slowly entering her cunt was pure heaven to the frustrated woman.

Once he'd fully penetrated her, Craig partially withdrew his dick and drove it back in, setting up a steady rhythm.

"Oh, Craig, baby," she sobbed, wrapping her soft naked legs around his body. "You're so fuckin' wonderful."

Her lovely body was soon writhing under his hard deep thrusts as she pound her frothy twat up around the base of his stiff plunging rod, wanting every hard inch of it in her slippery fuck-hole.

"Oh, yes!" she squealed, clinging to his lurching body. "Ooooooh, yarn cock feels so fucking good!"

With his stiff boner sluicing wetly in and out of her frothy slit, Joan's hot pussy juices were flowing out from between her velvety-soft cuntlips as they squeezed on Craig's thrusting tool.

"Oh, God, baby!" she sobbed as the man reached under and cupped her quivering asscheeks in his palms, pulling her hot cunt up tighter around his cock. "It's so good, Craig, darling!"

Driving with all his strength, the handsome man could feel the smooth slick flesh of her tight cunt squeezing and sucking deliciously around the entire length of his hard pumping cock. He was fucking into her sweet slit with all of his lust-maddened strength, drilling the full length of his hard dick into the very depths of her sucking cunt, bringing wild cries or passion from her screaming mouth.

Wet slippery sounds filled the room as the tempo of their wild fucking increased, driving both of them closer and closer to their impending climaxes. Craig's body was glistening with sweat as it dripped down onto the writhing woman's slippery body. The man had screwed a lot of women in his life, but he'd never found anything as incredibly good as Joan's hot box. With her long black hair flailing around her sex-distorted face, she was like a wild animal as she writhed and lurched beneath him, giving as much pleasure as she was receiving.

"Oh, Craig!" she shrieked as the man thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her foaming cunt. "I love it! I LOVE IT!"

The thought that he'd soon be shooting a torrent of hot fizz up deep into the beautiful woman's belly further excited Craig. He could almost feel the cum bursting out of his cockhead, saturating her delicious cunt with his scalding load.

Joan's hot ass was squirming all over the sofa as her pussy sucked and milked on his plunging shaft. Obscenely spreading her naked thighs farther apart. She drew her knees almost back to her shoulders, offering the full length of her slippery silt for his glorious assault.

"Harder, honey!" she cried out. "Jesus Christ, I want you to fuck the shit out of me!"

The feel of his magnificent cockhead pounding into the furthest depths of her tingling fuck-hole felt incredibly good to the frustrated woman. Every violent thrust seemed to knock her breath out, but she was enjoying every cock-filled moment of it. Her soft cute ass was shaking and quivering as her sticking, clasping cunt climbed wetly up and down his hard slippery pole.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" she suddenly screamed as her entire body momentarily stiffened beneath the man. "Holy shit! Oh, fuck, fuck!"

Her beautiful face was contorted with pleasure as her entire body froze into a state of rigid numbness, and then she exploded.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!" she shrieked, her entire body spasming wildly beneath him. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Keep fuckin'! Don't stop!"

Clinging tightly to the wildly humping man, her entire body was quivering and trembling as wave after wave of pure ecstasy flowed through her naked flesh.

No longer having to hold back for her, Craig gave a mighty lunge, driving his exploding cock deep into the woman's churning belly, spraying her cunt walls with his thick hot jizz.

"Yes! Yes!" she squealed with joy. "Keep squirtin'! God it feels good!"

When the last drop dribbled out of his slowly shrinking prick, he removed it from the hot wetness of her sperm drenched cunt and fell back on the sofa, completely exhausted.

"Shit, that was good," she whispered getting up anti slipping into her clothes.

"It sure was," he panted.

They had only been dressed a few minutes before Lance and Linda started back to the house.