Chapter 5
Sally took a long time to dry off, and dried herself using a quick patting, rather than a scrubbing, motion.
MacIntyre couldn't take his eyes off of those big tits as Sally slowly moved her way toward his bed.
Already he could feel the ache returning to his balls.
His scrotum still looked like it was filled to the brim with come in spite of the seed he had spilled into Sally's mouth only moments before.
He could feel his cock start to throb, and he could feel it getting steadily larger down between his thighs.
He dried himself off with a fast buffing motion, and watched as Sally sprawled on her back in the center of his bed.
He then moved so that he was lying beside her, and once again he allowed his fingertips to roll over her erect nipples.
"I don't know where to begin," MacIntyre said, looking up and down his sister's body with his eyes wide and twinkling.
"Kiss my nipples. Lick them and bite them," Sally said, touching her own breasts as she spoke.
MacIntyre lowered his head and kissed Sally's right nipple gently.
He could feel the flesh become even firmer on his lips.
He kissed the other nipple and then decided to concentrate his attention solely on the right nipple, while massaging the entire left breast with gentle fingers and firm palm.
He stuck his tongue out as far as he could and placed the tip directly on her firm quivering nipple.
She ran her fingers through his hair as he licked her nipple, and he could feel her long fingernails scratching lightly at his scalp.
He wiggled the tip of his tongue around until her entire nipple was wet and shiny from MacIntyre's hot drool.
Sally lifted up her right shoulder as if to offer her breast to her brother more completely.
He flicked the tip of his tongue fast and hard across that nipple and was thrilled when he heard Sally moan with pleasure.
He then wrapped his lips around the nipple and began to suck lightly on it.
At the same time he squeezed the other tit very hard, moving it upward, and Sally let out a sharp cry of joy.
"You don't need much coaching at all, baby brother," Sally said, her face breaking into a brilliant grin.
MacIntyre smiled inwardly but did not interrupt the stimulation of Sally's nipples to offer a response.
Instead, he began to suck a little harder, and he sucked so hard that his smooth cheeks hollowed with the suction.
"Oh yes!" Sally screamed out, and she began to move her rounded hips in a slow circle on the crumpled bedspread.
She opened and closed her legs rapidly, as the tremendous ache in her loins became very close to unbearable.
She could feel the blood flowing into her pussy flesh, until both sets of vaginal lips were fully engorged.
Her cunt juices were already spilling out of the base of her cunt, dripping thickly into the crack of her ass.
It wouldn't be very long before Sally's natural lubrication would begin to make a wet spot on the bedspread.
Sally moved both of her hands to the back of MacIntyre's head as if to suggest to him that he should suck harder.
He sucked as hard as he could, pulling the nipple out from the end of the breast until the skin around it was stretched tight.
He then released her nipple and heard a popping noise as it snapped back into place, as erect as it could get.
MacIntyre still couldn't believe how far Sally's nipples stuck out when she was sexually aroused.
"Bite it! Bite my nipple!" Sally screamed out, and MacIntyre couldn't help but think of the time he listened to his sister's cries of passion through the wall that separated their two bedrooms.
At that time he would never have thought that it would soon be he that would be causing her her pleasure.
But his greatest fantasy was about to come true, and already he was wondering what her cunt was going to taste like.
He got his teeth on her nipple and he bit it hard enough so that he knew he was hurting Sally.
But not seriously. He caused only enough pain so that the nerve-endings would become more receptive to pleasure.
He had figured out quickly that a little pain could enhance his sister's pleasure when she was especially horny.
He then got his teeth on her nipple and kept them there.
He tugged her nipple far out from the rest of his breast.
He could feel the muscles in Sally's arms becoming tight.
Her grip on the back of his head increased drastically.
MacIntyre was glad that she wasn't any stronger, or else she would have given him a headache from the pressure.
He pulled her nipple repeatedly with his teeth, each time allowing it to snap back into place with a pop.
He then repeated the process with the other nipple.
In a matter of seconds both nipples were almost a full inch long.
"Would you like me to go down on you now?" MacIntyre asked, looking into Sally's yearning eyes.
"God, yes," she said breathlessly. "My cunt is on fire for you, MacIntyre. I need to feel your tongue in my cunt!"
MacIntyre felt his cock throb sharply when she said those words.
His prick was already fully erect, and he knew that by the time it came to fuck, his manly equipment was going to be more than ready to hold up its end of the deal.
MacIntyre showered Sally's breasts with peck kisses, flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth in between her tits, and then began to kiss his way wetly over her rib cage and the flat plain of her tummy.
He stuck his tongue in her dimpled belly-button, which made her giggle and then spent a long time sucking on the firm flesh of her lower abdomen, just above her heart-shaped pubic patch.
He then moved his whole body so that he was on his stomach with his long legs dangling over the foot of the bed.
His toes were pointing downward and his head was directly between Sally's sweet parted thighs.
He placed his nose very close to her cunt and inhaled deeply.
He filled his sinuses with the scent of her womanhood.
He figured that he had never smelled anything so goo in his entire life.
He felt a little dizzy from the smell of her wet cunt.
He was intoxicated by the intensity of her plentiful womanhood.
He could feel his cock pressing against his belly as he sprawl on his belly.
He could feel the tip of his cock throbbing several inches above his navel.
The ache in his balls was full-blown and fiery by that time.
He began to kiss lightly at the insides of her smooth thighs.
He wondered how her pubic hair got so neatly trimmed.
He imagined a handsome stud with a scissors, but thrust this thought into the back of his mind because it filled him with insecurity.
He also wondered how the skin on her thighs got so smooth.
He knew that she had not shaved her legs that morning, and he didn't even know that the process of waxing existed.
He looked at her cunt and saw that she had no hair on either side of her vulva, and she was equally bald in between the cheeks of her ass.
He had looked at a lot of split beaver shots in the men's magazines he hid under his bed, and he knew that Sally's cunt was a photographer's dream.
He could see that her pussy flesh was very red and swollen.
It was a little shiny in the morning light from being so wet.
"Your cunt smells fantastic, Sally," MacIntyre said, giving the inside of her thigh a tender lick.
"Thank you, MacIntyre," Sally said sweetly. She opened her thighs a little further and raised her knees up in the air on either side of MacIntyre's head.
Her toes were tightly curled under and she touched her own breasts with a moan as she felt his mouth getting ever closer to the outer lips of her cunt.
As MacIntyre reached the edge of her vulva, Sally lifted her tiny feet up off of the bedspread.
She pointed her toes in a very lady-like manner, and drew back her knees so that she was resting on the small of her back.
As she did this MacIntyre could see her exposing the creamy cheeks of her ass to him.
Her ass cheeks were parted and he could see the puckered ass-hole which rested only an inch from the base of her cunt.
He remembered the way she had tongued his ass-hole.
Then he thought of how good it felt when she stuck her finger deep up inside his aching bowels.
He knew at that point that he would be expected to do the same thing to her.
MacIntyre thought about sexual communication.
He was amazed that so much of that communication was non-verbal.
Lovers did not transfer thoughts the way other people did.
Each gesture was magnified, each sound amplified.
A glance, a stroke, could be an important moment when making love.
MacIntyre had never felt so alive in his entire life.
He could feel the blood coursing rapidly through his veins.
All of his nerve endings seemed to be standing on end.
Every square inch of skin on his body was yearning to be stimulated by the magnificent body of his sweet older sister.
MacIntyre stuck his thick tongue out as far as he could.
He placed the tip at the base of her cunt and for the first time experienced the wonderful flavor of that wet cooze.
He hummed a happy chord, and began to move the tip of his wet tongue up and down the outer lips of her parted vagina.
He could see that her inner lips stuck out furthest from her cunt.
They looked swollen yet smooth, and they were curled back a little at the edges.
Her cunt looked like a blossom about to turn into a flower.
He licked her outer cunt lips until all of the flavor was gone.
Sally drew back her knees a little further, so that the tops of her thighs were very close to her erect nipples.
Sally stopped caressing her own breasts and put her hands once again on top of MacIntyre's handsome head.
Her feet were very close to his head when she was in this position, and MacIntyre could tell by her subtle movements that she wanted him to give a little pleasure to her tiny puckered ass-hole.
Her ass-hole was pink and reminded the sixteen year old virgin of an asterisk.
He had never thought much about ass-holes as sexual orifices.
But now the idea obsessed him. He had heard about women who loved to get fucked in the ass-hole.
He couldn't help but wonder if his sister was one of those.
He imagined how tightly her ass-hole would grip at the shaft of his cock, and his prick throbbed violently against his muscular belly.
MacIntyre placed his hands on the backs of Sally's firm smooth thighs and lowered his head a little bit with his tongue still protruding from between his parted lips.
He touched the tip of his tongue to her ass-hole and felt his sister's entire lovely torso shudder from the pleasure he was giving her.
He gently ran the tip of his tongue in a little circle all around the ring of muscle that surrounded her rectum.
He moved the palms of his hands down the backs of her thighs until he was holding onto her buttocks.
Sally's weight was fully on her back and MacIntyre pulled her ass cheeks apart so that his tongue would have no trouble exploring the entire anal region.
He drew back his head and looked at that hole for a moment.
He could see the ring of muscle around her ass-hole throbbing.
The hole itself was opening and closing by itself.
The ass-hole looked like it was writhing, struggling to suck air.
And then MacIntyre realized that that was exactly what it was doing.
It was sucking air. Muscle control, she would have said if he asked.
Then she let out a deep long fart, and MacIntyre could see her whole sphincter stretch open and flap with a thunder.
His cock felt like it was going to explode it was so hard, and he couldn't keep his hips still because his balls were aching so severely.
He stuck his tongue far out of his mouth and made it hard at the tip.
He then plunged downward with his head and drove his hard tongue deep into Sally's burning rectum.
He fucked her with his tongue furiously, but this penetration was not deep enough.
So he pulled back with his head and placed the tip of the middle finger on his right hand in the center of her sphincter.
He dabbed that finger in the cunt juice that had pooled at the base of her cunt and then began to push the finger deep up into her bowels.
MacIntyre's hands were very big, and Sally's sphincter had to stretch deliciously for his finger to get inside.
His finger was long and probed her very core as he penetrated all the way to his third knuckle.
He wiggled his finger around and Sally let out a grunt of joy that came from the pit of her stomach.
Her face turned red and she pressed the back of her head hard against the bed and felt the muscles in her neck tense.
He face began to turn red. It felt so good. She knew that his cock up her ass was going to feel even better. It would hurt when he fucked her in the ass, but she wouldn't care. The satisfaction of complete surrender would make the pain she would suffer more than worthwhile.
But first he would eat her cunt and fuck her cunt.
She would have many orgasms under her belt before her anus would be penetrated by his thick rod of cock meat.
Her ass-hole would be screaming for attention by that time.
Her bowels would ache for stimulation just as much as her pussy.
But first it was the pussy's turn, and MacIntyre did not finger fuck his sister's hot ass-hole.
He left the finger all the way in and touched the tip of his tongue to the base of her inner cunt lips where the pool of cunt juice was most plentiful.
Using a light flicking motion he worked her cunt lips back so that he was opening the mouth to her womb.
He got his tongue between those lips and plunged his tongue deep inside.
This felt so good that Sally jerked upward with her hot hips.
Her ass cheeks came right off the bed, and MacIntyre had to wrap his strong arms around her slim thighs in order to keep his tongue in her fuck hole. He wiggled his tongue furiously, and Sally was soon on the very edge of orgasm.
MacIntyre had an urge to make her come for the first time by suddenly sucking at her clitoris flesh.
But he decided that he was going to show her the kind of lover he could be.
Never before had he felt so bold. Her writhing filled him with confidence.
He worked his tongue in and out of her cunt slowly, making the tip curious.
He wanted to leave no nook nor cranny unexplored. All except for her clit.
He was going to keep her in her hottest possible state for as long as he could.
He wanted to see her writhe to the point of exhaustion before he allowed her the release of climax.
He licked in between the inner and outer cunt lips at the very top of her cunt so that he was pushing at the folds of skin above her clit.
Her love button was so swollen that the clit really did look like a button at the top of her pink slash.
He licked all around it and Sally began to make whimpering noises.
She pleaded and yearned without saying a single word.
Her lips began to move. They were swollen and parted.
Her lips writhed in the air. Then they began to shape words, although her moans and groans came separately.
She said, "Please," silently, over and over again.
She wanted him to let her come. She couldn't believe that he was keeping her on the edge of ecstasy for so long.
He was so cruel. She knew that she would later love him for it.
She knew that the longer she was held in raw anticipation, the more mind-boggling the release would be once the explosions in her pussy began.
A couple of times Sally felt sharp throbs inside her cunt, and she thought it was starting, but he would pull back when he felt her muscles twitch.
He could tell by the weakness of her moans that she was running out of energy.
He knew that he had to give her her release so they could get on with the fucking.
His thoughts became suddenly mechanical, and he thought of the most crushing come he could give her.
He returned to his original plan and quickly wrapped his lips around both her clitoris and the surrounding swollen tissues.
He then sucked that clit deep into his mouth.
He pushed the tip of his tongue hard on that womanly erection.
He flicked the tip of his tongue across her clitoris as hard and fast as he could and Sally felt as if her entire abdomen were exploding.
Her cunt began to spasm very, very hard, and MacIntyre could hear her cunt making farting noises as the spasms forced air out of her vaginal tunnel.
Wave after wave of pleasure ran up and down Sally's spine.
For a moment she thought she was going to pass out from the pure pleasure.
She could see little stars in her eyes, and she let out that horrible scream that made her sound like she was being tortured by a masked sadist.
Her mind reeled, as she battled in the throes of ecstasy for what seemed to the little girl to be an eternity.
Even MacIntyre was impressed by the length of her orgasm.
It was at least five times as long as any he had ever had.
His perception of time was understandably shaky, but at the time he would have estimated that her orgasm lasted for almost a minute.
When it was over all of Sally's muscles relaxed at the same time.
During the course of her come her ass cheeks had been well off the bed.
Her back had been arched sharply, and her head was thrown back, still pressed hard against the bedspread.
Her feet had returned to the bed and those painted toes turned white from clutching so hard.
Her mouth had fallen gaping open and her eyes had been closed so tight that little wrinkles had formed at their corners.
But then she just collapsed on the bed and moaned as if she were about to break into horrible sobs.
But the few tears she spilled were from happiness not sadness.
She couldn't believe the magic things MacIntyre's mouth had done to her cunt.
He had sucked her clit as hard as he could until he had been sure her climax was over.
Then he pulled his mouth away and looked at her between her breasts.
She couldn't help but smile at him because his lips and chin were covered with her thick hot cunt juice.
A little of that natural lubrication had gathered at the base of MacIntyre's chin, and one drop was about to fall off into Sally's heart-shaped pubic patch.
Then Sally moved her hands to her cunt. She pressed down hard on her entire vagina with both hands.
Her hips bucked up and down as a couple of post-orgasmic spasms jolted her loins. , Then she was still again, still moaning with her slowing exhales.
The ecstasy of her orgasm had been replaced by the warm contentment of her afterglow.
"Was that okay?" MacIntyre asked with a sly grin on his face.
He had the same teasing tone in his voice that Sally had used with him earlier.
She smiled, and gave him a look that answered the question.
Her eyes were teary and a single tear rested at the side of her tiny nose.
"It was the most wonderful thing I've ever felt," Sally said. "Give me your hand. I want to show you what I can do for you."
Sally's hands were on the insides of her thighs, so when MacIntyre placed his in hers, he brushed against the swollen flesh of her pulsating cooze.
"I want you to stick your forefinger up inside my cunt," Sally said, her eyes looking at MacIntyre's knowingly.
MacIntyre turned the palm of his right hand upward and slowly worked his finger up into the swollen slippery flesh of Sally's cunt.
Sally then contracted her muscles and squeezed down hard on MacIntyre's finger.
Just the first feel of the inside of his sister's cunt was enough to make the top of his cock want to burst off.
When she started to squeeze and pull on his finger, he thought he was going to die with anticipation.
He then knew how she managed to fart out of her cunt.
She used those same muscles to suck air into her fuck hole.
"You see what I can do with my pussy," Sally said, flashing her baby brother a brilliant grin.
"Amazing," MacIntyre said, looking down to where the end of his finger was visible protruding from that magic cunt.
"Imagine what my cunt will be able to do to your cock. Your big wonderful cock!"
"I want you."
"Take me."
MacIntyre moved swiftly like a cat pouncing on his prey.
He moved so that he was lying directly on top of his sister.
Though his body was muscled, he was thin and light on her chest.
He supported his weight on his elbows and looked down into her eyes.
Never before had Sally Symms looked like she needed to be kissed so badly.
He lowered his lips down upon hers, his tongue reaching her first.
She wrapped her full lips around his tongue hungrily and sucked it hard.
He could feel his cock pinned between their bellies.
He could feel her heart-shaped pubic patch nestled against his balls.
He rolled his tongue over hers for a long time.
They were both breathless with passion by the time that soul kiss was complete.
Then Sally lifted her feet up off the bed. Her knees were up on either side of MacIntyre's slim torso.
She pointed her legs up at the ceiling, keeping her thighs parted to a perfect ninety degree angle.
Her toes were pointed and her ankles were tense.
Her knees were locked in the straight position, and she kissed MacIntyre's cheek.
Then she bent at the knees and crossed her ankles at the small of MacIntyre's back, very close to the top of the crack of his ass.
She hugged him tenderly with the insides of her thighs and clawed at his back with her long red fingernails.