"Sam? Sam?" her lips were shaking now, why wasn't her brother standing up for her? Sure it felt good but her big brother the guy she looked up to was letting this black guy have his way with her? "Please... oh god Sam, it feels sooo good..." Her tiny dark nipples stood erect and in direct contrast to her big white breasts. She had to steady herself as Owen stepped back and almost violently pulled down her bikini bottoms. She grasped forward and was caught by Sam who met her eyes as Owen went to one knee and started licking away at her cunt.
Sam heard soft moans of pleasure escape his sister's lips as she was being serviced by this black asshole who had humiliated him so many times. Her breasts bounced against Sam's chest as Owen was working her into frenzy. Sam had tried to suppress his own six inch dick that was at this point nearly bursting out of his swimsuit. Here he was, getting a hard on for watching his sister getting finger fucked. He heard Owen's fingers sloshing in and out her cunt, looking down he saw the moister that had run down onto her inner thighs. Looking at her face he saw she had closed her eyes as a few tears of pleasure ran down her freckled cheeks. She was softly biting her lower lip, unable to contain a soft moan. Sam had to put a stop to it.
"Owen... Owen please stop doing... that." Sam asked as politely as he could, hoping that while he couldn't physically protect his little sister he could at least try to reason with the black guy.
Owen let out a loud laughter shattering any hope of him stopping his treatment of Rachel, who was literally shaking on her legs just to keep herself upright.
"Look at ya! Tiny dick of yours is hard isn't it?" Owen had stopped his assault and was now standing and watching the two siblings. Sam looked down and his face turning red realised the black man was right. His cock had gotten hard and was now clearly visible in his swimsuit. "Well no use for this any more" Owen spoke as he let the loose fabric around his waist fall on the garden titles. Sam looked and his eyes were drawn to the black meat that hang half erect between Owen's legs.
"How about I put some of this in ya little sis'Sam?" Owen spat as he savagely jerked his big dick up and down.
"Ugh!" Rachel gasped at the thought.
"No... n...no please don't!" Sam cried out. He nearly exploded at the thought of this brutal, evil guy having his wild ways with his sister. Looking down he saw the quivering little pouting face of his sister. She was crying but tears he had never seen before. Before he could utter any more words he was cut off by Owen.
"Fuck what you want! I want to hear it from her!" He walked up to her, completely removed from cloths by now. Standing behind her he started to slap his dick against her pussy.
"Uuuh! Ooh uhh!" Rachel moaned as her body shook with pleasure.
"Sam... please..." Rachel looked up at Sam. He was unsure what she meant... he had never seen her like this. His little sister... she knew who Owen was... what did she expect him to do?
"What's it gonna be girl?" Owen was now working his big brown head over her pussy lips, it looked like he would just slam into her at any minute.
"Oh god!... Sam please!" He felt her grip tighten on his arms. Deep down he knew what she meant.
"Wha... what do you w-ant me to do?" He stuttered, feeling every syllable course through his own dick as he realized what he was about to witness.
"Just stay," She mouthed the last word "Please"
Sam nodded as he held on to her.
"What's it gonna be girly?" "Ah aha hah" He made a weird noise as he dipped in a few inches.
"Oh fuck me oh god please!" Rachel cried out as she let her self fall back a bit so that more inches were inserted.
"Hahaha!" Owen laughed as he pushed forward as well. Next he started making cooing sounds sounding his approval over Sam's sister.
Her long hair trashed around as Owen started to pick up some pace. Rachel just made an Oooh mouth as he grunted and pulled her hips back and forth.
Sam felt his knees shake as the sensation of the noises the smells and the sight went through his system. For a second he closed his eyes and softly moaned.
"Haha well look at Sammy... little bro getting his rock off while lil sis get's some black." Owen chuckled, never giving up his activity.
Sam was unsure at what he meant but then when he looked down he saw that his hand had warped itself around his dick. Looking at Rachel she just had a shocked look on her face.
"That's ok Sammy, guess being a slut for black cock runs in the family." Owen smugged as he pulled Rachel back by her arm, then reached around and roughly grabbed a breast, squeezing it. His assault on her vagina had continued, and Sam felt his body shudder at the sight before him. Her small almost child like pussy was now red and swollen. Her wetness betrayed her, she was enjoying it.
Sam looked back and only few feet away were the garden sofa. Walking backwards he let himself down. He couldn't care any more. He just kept jerking off. He knew what Owen could do. And he couldn't blame her.
"Ugh fuck your tight baby girl." "Make a nigga cum all up in here" "Ooh fuck fuck fuck!" Owen just kept shouting profanities, and it was making both Sam and Rachel hotter by the moment.
"Ooohho!" "Check this out!" Owen suddenly withdrew causing Rachel to suddenly be snapped back to reality.
As Sam looked at Owen's dick the all familiar sensation coursed through him but more intense then he had ever felt and the thick white foam on the hard throbbing dick had set him off. White streams of hot cum flew upon his chest as he just kept pumping his hand up and down. Before Rachel could catch her breath Owen dragged her by the arm towards the garden sofa.
"Look! Look what we made your brother do!" Owen smiled as he stuck his open hand in Sam's direction.
"Oh my god Sam... did... did we make you do that?" She looked with genuine shock at Sam.
Sam looked down and he himself was surprised at how much he had cum. He was covered in it.
"Now put your feet on the bench!" Owen commanded as he slapped her ass again. Her pussy was covered in her juices as she had clearly cum on his dick. As Owen walked behind her Sam realized it still wasn't over. And as he watched as Owen was once again working his dick into his little sister Sam felt his own dick get hard again, despite having cum only minutes before.
"Uuugh!!" Rachel cried out as he was once again forcing his way into her. She felt like her pussy would never be the same again.
"Oooh fuck, so fucking tight!" Owen grunted as he was really ramming into her now. The smacks of wet flesh against wet flesh and their grunting echoed through the evening air.
Sam was once again stroking his own dick using the cum from his earlier climax as lubricant. Owen kept the tempo up for a good 10 minutes more when the black man who was now covered in sweat started signaling his arrival and Sam suddenly wondered if the black lunatic had sense enough to pull out. Looking at Rachel she had similar mind.
"Sam... Sam... I'm..." "OOH FUCK!" "Sam I'm not on the pill!" She suddenly alarmed.
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck." Owen kept grunting and his assault seemed to reach climax.
"Owen, Owen you need to pull out!" Sam stood up, his right hand as well as his dick covered in cum while some dripped down on the pool tiles.
"Wha?" Owen said through hazed eyes never seizing his assault.
"Don't cum in her dude! She is ovulating!" Sam cried standing next to them.
"Sam hurry! Stop him or something! I can feel he is close!" Rachel bit her lip as she did all she could to keep standing and not giving in to her own lust.
"Ohhh ohhh oh fuck oh fuck." Owen grunted as he pouted his lips. Sam knew that look at any moment the black Adonis could shoot his load and forever be tied to his sister. Shaking he reached out a hand, trembling reaching towards those big dark muscles. He saw the black flesh flex as it had a tight grip on his little sister's hips.
Owen started to shake his head. He seemed out of his mind. "Take it baby... take my seed, take it like you earned it!!" He suddenly bellowed. He roughly slapped her ass against his groin as he trusted his dick into her.
"O
oh oh god oh fuck I'm cumming!" Rachel yelled out "I can feel it filling me, oh god Sam, I'm so full!"
With every thrust Owen kept pumping more and more potent black seed into the petite white girl and he let out load "Oh oh oh oh's". The way the black ass cheeks were clenching and Owen kept pumping into his sister told Sam he would fill her to the rim.
Sam looked down and saw his own dick go off. Hanging slightly limper then stiff, thick strings of seed landed on his pubic hair and added to the mess that was already there. He almost sat down as he felt his knees tremble.
"Ooh fuck that felt good girl..." Owen smiled as he slapped her ass slightly softer this time. As he walked backwards his thick limp dick flopped out her gaping hole and only now was it clear how messy he had left her hole. The slime of their love making still covered his black dick that still hang half limp. "Oh my god what am I going to do!" Rachel looked back over her shoulder at Owen and Sam.
Her swollen red, gaping, pussy made a perfect bulls eye with her butt cheeks framing the picture. Her hips were still swaying as if they were still being drilled. Every now and then a drip of semen would drop down on the titles.
"Come Sammy..." Owen gently but urgently took Sam by the arm. Looking at those dark brown eyes Sam knew what was expected, and without any thought went to one knee and pressed his face against the smelly red mess that was his sister's vagina. The strong aroma of their love making still in the air he pressed his tongue forward.
"Ooouuuhhh!" She yelped out as the sensation of having her older brother perform oral stimulation on her. Now Owen was steadying her as he pushed her ass into Sam's face. What ever restrained she had had of trying to keep the black man's seed within her had evaporated when she felt her body shake and her third orgasm took over. She felt it leak out of her, right on her brother's face. Thick white drops of cum would leak out of her and into Sam's mouth.
Just when things started to slow down and Sam stood up, his face covered in the juices of Rachel and Owen, the siblings heard an all familiar voice.
"Oh my god! Rachel! Sam!"
All three looked at the entrance to the kitchen and sure enough, their Mom and Dad had come home early!
The End.
Sparring
The redheaded martial artist Katherine hurled a couple of irritable kicks at the punching bag, her large breasts bouncing with the movement. Typical Elaine. Late as usual, she fumed as she practiced a few more basic combos on the bag, the front of her modified martial arts gi flipping up to expose her white panties each time she kicked high. Despite its modifications, it was really meant to be worn with trousers or shorts; but when practicing alone -- or, especially and even better, with Elaine -- she liked the outfit the way it was now.
Damn, Katherine thought. Still too slow. I'm pausing too long to consider my attacks, instead of shifting fluidly from one strike to the next, instinctively deciding. She knew why, of course. Her mind was stuck too much on Elaine, her frequent sparring partner and close friend, among... other things. She really wasn't in the mood for training. Katherine sighed wryly, and allowed herself to relax. Immediately the visions of Elaine came in full force. The glorious elegance of her fighting style, the beautiful peril of her unpredictable spinning attacks...Her constantly shifting, volatile ready stance, the frequent transitions in weight causing her breasts -- slightly smaller than Katherine's own, but still large -- to bounce alluringly... The finesse of Elaine's techniques -- and not just her fighting ones.
Katherine's hand went up to her breast, almost without her realizing it, and rubbed softly as she immersed herself in memories of Elaine, her partner in training, combat...and love. Those glorious moments when their lips met, the way Elaine's mouth moved against her own, the lips opening slightly... She caught herself and paused, but shrugged her hesitation off; her practice was going nowhere anyway. With a resigned sigh, Katherine pulled her martial arts gi off her breast and rolled her finger over her hardening nipple, gently teasing its tip as Elaine had done not long ago. She sighed again. Elaine... where are you?
Suddenly, Katherine heard soft, almost silent footsteps behind her, and she tugged her hand reluctantly away from herself. Only Elaine was that quiet. I guess she's right there, she thought with amusement. Predictable. You would come late, and then try to open with a sneak attack, wouldn't you? But then, it is part of my craft as a martial artist to be ready for any attack at any time. Katherine turned her head slightly to watch Elaine out of the corner of her eyes, pushing aside her fantasies in the real-life presence of her partner. But as subtle as Katherine's motion was, Elaine spotted it and realized that Katherine had seen her. Elaine ran forward, trying to take advantage of what little surprise she had left. Katherine hastily pulled her top back into place and whipped around, deflecting an attempted grab of some sort. Elaine slipped away backwards and into her familiar ready stance.
Katherine looked directly into the eyes of her old partner, gazing at the cute, seemingly innocent face framed by light-blonde hair. Though she looked innocently youthful, Elaine's eyes betrayed the burning determination and passions within, much like Katherine's own usually did -- although in this case, Katherine's eyes were clouded with her distracting longings. Katherine sank into the depths of Elaine's eyes, imagining how she would rather see them: half closed, the fiery passion within directed at Katherine herself, rather than her defeat, the cute lips beneath pouted in pleasure. Her look ran over her partner and lover, a long, lingering gaze of desire. Elaine's body was as scantily clad as Katherine's own; it was barely covered by a thin, predominantly purple, floral minidress. With an effort, Katherine attempted to push aside her lustful thoughts, and the physical sensations of arousal they inspired. She slipped defiantly into a ready stance, signing "come here!"
Elaine spun in forwards, her typical offensive technique. Katherine's stare, ostensibly searching for cues as to what attack Elaine would use, ended up mostly lingering with longing on her smooth, long legs. She spotted Elaine's intended strike through luck and coincidence. One of those gorgeous legs was out of rhythm. Katherine ducked the high spinning kick on instinct, trying to ignore the titillating glimpse it offered of Elaine's cute, partially see-through underwear -- had Elaine done that on purpose? -- and swung her own leg in a low sweep at Elaine. Elaine jumped over it. Katherine slipped into a defensive stance, and they stared each other down.
"Naughty Elaine, trying to distract me with her cute outfit," Katherine mocked lightly.
"Obviously it worked," Elaine replied with a smirk, "or why would you bring it up?" Katherine cursed under her breath. Dammit! She's right. Get your mind back on the fight, or you'll lose! she chided herself desperately. But Katherine's desire refused to subside, the flash of Elaine's panties burned into her mind. Frustrated, she strove to ignore that section of her thoughts, and attempted to return the rest of her consciousness to the fight.
Katherine stepped in, throwing a feigned jab, before swinging her real attack with her other hand. Elaine read the basic combo easily, let the decoy strike bounce off her guard, and sidestepped the genuine blow. Elaine's off hand pinned Katherine's outstretched arm across Elaine's chest as she slipped around behind Katherine. Elaine reached out two fingers of her main hand and gently laid them on the back of Katherine's neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Touch," Elaine said softly. Katherine sighed and nodded, acutely aware of her arm restrained across Elaine's bosom. The soft flesh beneath the silk was pressed teasingly against Katherine; she could even feel one mocking nipple. She desperately wanted to touch Elaine -- properly, deliberately, unrestrainedly; not like this. Elaine released Katherine and stepped back, and Katherine reluctantly slipped back into a ready stance.
Elaine met Katherine's eye again, and it seemed to Katherine that her weakness was laid bare to the piercing gaze. Every ounce of her distraction and disinclination to continue fighting seemed revealed, while Elaine's own eyes were veiled, showing nothing. Unusual, Katherine noted. Usually there's naked determination in tho
se eyes when she fights; but now she's concealing herself from me. What is she hiding? Is it possible...?
Then Elaine winked and smiled at Katherine, shattering her flagging concentration and dissolving all her coherent thoughts. Taking advantage of the successful distraction, Elaine charged forward in a blur, and Katherine weakly raised her hands, barely deflecting the opening pair of attacks. Then Elaine's leg swept low, and easily flicked Katherine's feet off the floor. Katherine's legs went out from under her, and she landed hard on her back. Elaine followed her down, leaning alluringly over Katherine, her breasts -- mostly visible through the thin fabric of the minidress -- swaying appealingly.
"Surrender?" Elaine asked. Katherine shook her head faintly, though she wondered what else she could do -- she couldn't remember any of her numerous moves to get out of a situation like this, not with that mesmerizing bosom hanging over her. It was taking much of Katherine's self-control simply to avoid laying her hands on the compelling breasts. God, she wanted to feel her lover -- now.
"Oh?" Elaine continued, and leaned in further. Katherine feared a painful joint lock, but Elaine had much worse in mind -- she gave Katherine a soft, lingering kiss on the lips, stunning her.
"Are you sure?" Elaine asked, pulling back and licking her lips, wordlessly offering her lover more if she would just surrender. Katherine wanted so badly to give in, and take up Elaine's unspoken offer... but lose? Throw a fight? Then she finally remembered a counter-move, and in fact one perfect for the situation...
"Yeah," Katherine said, firmly, suddenly and defiantly. This surprised Elaine, who -- rightfully -- thought she had Katherine at her mercy. But Elaine's surprise at Katherine's words was nothing to her shock at her opponent's next move. Quick as a whip, Katherine wrapped her arms around Elaine, pushed off the floor with her foot, and rolled over. Now Elaine was lying beneath Katherine, pinned by her sparring partner's seat on her stomach. Elaine tried to sit up, but Katherine placed a hand on her breast and pushed her back down, before giving in briefly to temptation and giving Elaine a gentle rub, causing her breath to catch in her throat. Katherine put her lips to her lover's ear.
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