0 comments/ 15705 views/ 0 favorites Loving Life By: ebonymister The music was sweet and mellow and the lights shone with a singular glow. The room that served as the dance floor was crowed with slowly moving bodies seemingly stuck firmly together. Stevie Wonder was guiding softly through a beautiful rendition of "You Got It Bad Girl" and believe me, there was more than one young fine thing there that looked as if she had "it" bad. Nothing like togetherness. I dug the scene and decoded that the best place for me was at the bar so I turned slowly and inched my way back along the hall to the kitchen and the booze. The young lady behind the bar smiled sweetly and asked what I would like and I almost told her but the young brother sitting at the rear of the room, playing the sounds didn't look like the type to take that kind of joke lightly. Besides even sitting he gave the impression of Kareem Abduln and Joe Frazier in one body. There was no need asking for trouble. "Bourbon and soda," was my reply and I'll be damned if she didn't look disappointed. She probably thought I was some kinda square but that son-of-a-bitch back there with her should be laying down as many compliments as she needed. There I was, standing trying whether or not to try that young lady behind the bar and risk the chance of adverse reactions from the black Tarzan or just split. The drink went down smoothly and I turned to ask for a refill, when I got two eyes full of the sweetest hunk of black pussy I have ever dug in my life. Unbelievable, this chick was enough to make a greedy man give up. Well, I am greedy but I'll be damned if I was going to give up without a try. She was standing off to one side in a corner, talking to another young thing who would have made even Venus cry but who in comparison, was a wet weed standing next to my ebony goddess. Ever try to get the perfect line, something to intrigue a sweet young thing? While standing there holding that empty glass, trying to get my head out of the fog, that had so inconveniently taken occupancy in that space, so usually filled with quick opening lines, they, both of them turned and started in my direction. Well, I thought, "it is now or never." As they started by, I reached out and touched the arm of my goddess, softly and smiled, "I know you must be here with someone," weak, no? Hm, well, it was the best I could do, you just can't be cool all the time. She replied, "No I'm not here with anyone, why?" Hell, nothing like answering a question, with a question. She thought had me, she did. I wasn't really prepared for it. I stood there like ten tons of charcoal ice, frozen stiff and completely out of it, I mean, a guy can only be so lucky. "Well," I said, "I thought you might like to dance," I gave her my killer smile, and she accepted. Now some dude that was really conceited probably would have flipped and figured that he had it made, I'm cool, so I figured I did (have it made). Funny, turns out I did. I kept her on the floor for what must have been three quarters of an hour and would have been out there longer but she asks to get a drink. Up to the bar we moved, smiling all the way, at least I was. I gave the amazon behind the bar all thirty-two and couldn't have cared less about her friend because I was definitely in my world. Her name was Sharon and she was married, too. Oh yeah, I been there twice if I hadn't mentioned it already. She had one little girl and a husband who wouldn't stay home. I grinned a little wider. She had been taking her old man's shit for a whole year and was more than a little tired of it so she was on the prowl and ready for some action. I mean she didn't just up run this all down on me all in one breath, it took some time, ahhh about fifteen minutes. I mean this chick could have said I was Superman and I would have tried to fly to prove it. Man, you would have to see this lady to know what I mean. I'd describe her if I could but…… have you ever tried to describe the small dots you see when you close your eyes? They are there but you really can't tell anyone what they look like. She was that fine, too fine for anyone's words hell she was so fine a master artist could not do her justice. We rapped and dance for another hour or so before I dropped the bomb that was calculated to either make or break the evening for me. "I know a place where they serve really great Scotch"; man was I full of great lines this night. I smiled my killer smile again and held my breath. "I really don't feel like drinking anymore," she said and she wasn't smiling. I blew, right? Sorry, WRONG, she continued, after a pause that must have been calculated to cool my ardor, "but if you would like to go somewhere else, I'd love to go with you." But I'll be damned, she still wasn't smiling. But guess who was. It was only a short trip to my apartment to the party, the cab made good time and I still hadn't stopped smiling. I was going to lay into this like no one had done since Adam first grabbed Eve. I paid the driver and tipped him a buck, me, last of the big time spenders. I grabbed Sharon by the hand and flew up the three flights of stairs to my apartment door. It took but a few seconds to open the door and I guided her past the kitchen to the living room. Now being the true hip dude that I consider myself to be the music was already playing. The lights, red bulbs at opposite ends of the room threw shadows of deep ruby, mixing, seemingly with a life of their own. I took her coat and dropped it on the end of the couch. "Sure you don't want a drink?" I asked. I wasn't too much interested in liquor myself but thought it was a good idea to keep up appearances. "No, no thanks" she answered and still, still no smile! I'll be damn if she was going to get out of this because I was ready and she goddamned better had been. I poured a drink of White Label for myself and sat down beside Sharon on the couch where she had taken refuge. I put the drink on the end table and reached for her her. I mean there is a time to be cool and there is a time to take care of business but I had no intention of playing this cool and besides I was as hard as a piece of Hickory wood. I expected some resistance but...Sharon was all over me, her tongue, a wildly, alive, withering, love seeking, stimulating, staff of desire was darting maddeningly in and out of my mouth. She ran that scintillating whip down the side of my neck, along the area between my ear and shoulder and she had me squirming all over that goddamn couch. And when she ran that hand up my thigh and grabbed my dick, I almost came in my pants. "Sharon!" I just managed to get it out before her tongue started its delicious repeat journey, "lets go into the bedroom." She answered my anguished cry by pulling down my zipper, reaching into my pants and gently massaging my balls. All the time her tongue was buried, lost somewhere in the cavern of my mouth but I really could tell where, I was too busy concentrating on her left hand and my right ball. Shit, both balls. She manipulated my dick to the outside of my pants and was busy releasing my two swollen globes and my hard swollen blood filled staff. This lady was determined, and I thought I was going to do the seducing. Warm moist hands, nothing is better than warm moist hands, gliding up and down a warm moist dick, that is except if it is a warm moist mouth and a magic tongue. Have you ever seen "Deep Throat"? That chick didn't have nothing on Sharon. Almost before I knew what was going on, Sharon had that beautiful mouth wrapped around all eight and a half inches and her wild tongue was doing a tattoo dance from base to tip. I have had blow jobs before but this was outrageous. Some chicks suck you and some lick you and I don't complain about either but Sharon was a dick eater of the first class. She consumed all of me. She started at the tip of my dick and chewed her way to my balls and beyond. Tongue, teeth, lips, tongue, lips, teeth, tongue, teeth, tongue, lips, teeth, tongue. It went on and on and I came and came and came. I mean I was doing okay until she shot that tongue up my asshole. Now, I have heard of people climbing walls but that was the first time I ever did it myself. As I started to cum, she started to moan and lord, the more she moaned the harder she sucked and the harder she sucked the more I came. I did cum and was still trying to cum when she lifted her head and looked me straight in the eye and I'll be damned, she finally smiled. I don't think I liked that smile, if you had seen that smile, you wouldn't have liked that smile. That's just starters, she said that, I damn sure didn't. She had already put a hurting on me and I need about six hours, at least, to recuperate. Well, she didn't give me exactly six hours; it was more like six seconds. Down went her head, again and straight up shot my poor tired dick. I thought it was tired, it was supposed to be tired, but that son-of-a-bitch seemed to have a mind of its own. It damn sure wasn't heeding the thoughts running through my mind. As soon as Sharon felt it stiffen, she was up, straddling my legs, leaning forward over me and looking greedily into my eyes, still smiling. She sat down, slowly, sucking me, milking me gently with her vagina, practicing controlled pressure. That pussy of hers was doing acrobatics and we all know that snapping pussy is hard to find and impossible not to enjoy. I was trying to help but every time I moved, she squeezed me with those trained and after a couple of those squeezes, I got the message and just lay back. She was making sure that she had control and I was not going to cum again before she was ready. Well, who was I to argue? Ain't no way baby, this was heaven. All she had to do was tighten those muscles, that held me so securely and I would have been singing soprano. It was her show and baby, she went to work. Up and down, one side and to the other, a little squeeze, a big squeeze, some more pumping, work out baby. I was smiling; shit I was grinning and enjoying. She was riding me like fucking was soon to be discontinued. It must have started getting to her because she fell forward on top of me, "Damn, baby, hold me, hold me baby, push, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Guess who that was? Fooled you again, that was both of us. I came, she came, we came! Sounds like an exercise in English, well baby, that is the kind of school where the teachers never have to worry about anyone cutting class. Rest time! That's what I was saying to myself as I recovered from those throes of ecstasy but this chick was still moving her ass like she had never even cum. This was ridiculous; man they just don't make chicks that keep going like this, perpetual motion. If I could bottle and patent this wild action I would be a millionaire before I turned thirty. The way Sharon was still moving though, I was worried about making it to thirty. She was ready and I was hurting. Well, for the next three hours, she didn't stop moving or cumming and I stopped counting when she had cum for the fifteenth time. Now I knew why her husband didn't stay home. Loving Lisa Lisa was about 18 when her sexuality demanded to be explored. She had just turned 18 and her father had been getting out of the shower and she had accidentally walked in on him. He was so hot. She didn't know what to do so she ran out of the bathroom. When she got to her room she laid on her bed and closed her eyes picturing his muscular body. She had never seen a man naked before. She couldn't believe how hot the sight had made her. Before she knew what she was doing she had pulled her jeans off and had her hand in her strangely wet panties and was rubbing herself vigorously. She was amazed at how great what she was doing was making her feel. She pulled her panties off the rest of the way and started to play with her clit. As she moved her fingers around and around her body began to tremble. Lisa didn't know what was going on but she didn't want to stop because it felt so good. She was getting closer, to what she didn't know, but she had a feeling it would be wonderful. She slid her other hand up to her tits that were about the size of perfect ripe grapefruit. She took a nipple and started to pinch and twist it while slowly sliding a small finger into her tight hole. She couldn't stand it anymore and she came, hard, soaking her hand and her sheets. She lay there breathless with her eyes closed still picturing her father. Right before she fell asleep she mumbled, "Daddy, I love you." David slowly closed the door when he heard her breathing even out. He had been coming to check to see if what she had seen had upset her. Now he was about to cum from seeing her. He couldn't believe it. His little girl. His middle child was fantasizing about him. He went to his room and dropped the towel he was wearing to the floor. He laid on his bed and closed his eyes replaying the scene in his head. His baby girl, Lisa was fucking herself and thinking about him. He wrapped his hand around his cock and started to jack off. If only he could have her sweet little mouth attached to his massive member. She's be so tight and hot and oh so wet for him. But he could never take away her virginity. That was sacred but to have her head bobbing up and down on his cock. That he'd allow. He opened his eyes and looked at the clock. He only had fifteen minutes before he had to leave to pick up Stacey. Maybe she'd let him fuck her tonight. Such a tight little body. No, he told himself, no I can't think of Lisa. He got up and got dressed and left for his date with Stacey. Lisa woke up and couldn't believe the experience she had. And it was all brought on by her daddy. What was a confused innocent supposed to do? She had no choice. She had to tell someone. She called her best friend. Tara had been with many guys and was never shy to talk about sex. She told Tara what had happened and was relieved when Tara congratulated her on being a late bloomer. Tara told her that it didn't matter who the guy was because she had never seen a naked man before so she would have reacted the same way to any man. That got Lisa thinking. She got off the phone and went to the kitchen. She was fixing herself something to eat when her older brother came in. Scott was 20 and he had the same complexion as Lisa and her twin brother Jake. They all resembled their mother. Dark black hair, sparkling green eyes, and they were all tall and thin. Scott had worked on his body since he turned 13. He was built. Jake was scrawny but with an inner strength. Lisa was what some consider willowy. Graceful and delicate. Lisa couldn't help thinking about what she might have seen if it had been Scott instead of her father. The idea made her stomach flutter and that place between her legs tingle with pleasure. She wasn't used to this and started breathing heavy. Scott asked her what was wrong and she fell down. He helped her up and she slid her arms around his neck to hold on to him. He looked into her eyes and being the innocent she was she had no experience concealing the desire in her eyes. Scott was shocked. His little sister was looking at him with unmasked longing and he was reacting to it. He helped her to a chair but she wouldn't let go of his neck. Instead she pulled his head down and touched her lips to his. Scott couldn't help it as he lost himself in his sisters sweet mouth. After a few minutes he broke the kiss and turned and ran upstairs. When David got home it was real late and he was angry. The bitch was stringing him along looking for a damn relationship. He didn't need that. He walked into the living room and the sight that greeted his eyes was heavenly. Lisa was in a babydoll nightie sound asleep on the couch with her legs wide open and inviting. He knew he couldn't do what he wanted but he just stood there taking in the view. Lisa sensing she was being watched woke up and found her father standing over her. She was shocked to find him staring at her. Not only was he staring but he had his cock out and was stroking it while he was staring. She was in awe of his dick. It was about 9.5 in and was so wide she didn't think her hand would wrap all the way around it. Lisa slowly closed her legs and she heard her father let out a little moan of disappointment. She had looked up a bunch of porn online after the incident with Scott and decided that she'd like to try to give head. Now was her chance. "Daddy, come sit here next to me and tell me about your date." "Huh? Oh my gosh! What was I thinking! Lisa please don't be mad at me." "Daddy, don't be silly. I'm not mad at you. I actually could use your help with something." "What sweetheart?" He says as he puts his cock back into his pants. "Well, I need to get a head." "In what hun?" "No, Daddy. I need to get a head." "Ok, I don't follow you." "Maybe I'm saying it wrong. Maybe it's give. Yes. That's right. Ok, Daddy I need to give a head." David didn't know what to say. He understood her meaning now. But did she know what she was saying? "Honey, do you know what you're saying?" "Yes, Daddy, I want to put your dick in my mouth and suck on it like a lollipop." "Oh." "What's wrong Daddy?" "Nothing, are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes. But if you don't want me to I could ask Scott." "NO! I mean no honey, I don't mind at all." "Ok, Daddy I know how to do this from watching stuff on tv and from pictures online. So sit back and relax. Tell me if I'm doing it wrong." David sat back and relaxed as much as he could. She undid his belt and lowed his zipper and pulled his cock out from his boxers as gently as possible. Lisa couldn't believe she was going to do this. She saw a drop of liquid on the head and swirled her tongue across the tip catching the moisture before it spilled onto Daddy's pants. She pumped her hand up and down slowly to get started. Then she dipped her head and took his head into her mouth. He sighed and she smiled to herself. She started to twirl her tongue around and around the head as she sucked. Then she took one hand off his cock and was massaging his balls. She bobbed her head up and down while keeping up with her tongue twirling and her sucking. once in a while she'd graze the sensitive underside with her teeth. When she felt the veins twitching under her tongue she took a second for a break and sucked his balls into her mouth while continuing to pump his cock with her hands. She felt his balls tighten up and moved her mouth back to his cock and locked her lips around the head as she pumped his cock faster and faster with her hands. David cried out as he shot stream after stream of his seed down his baby girls throat. She sucked him clean after he stopped cumming and he had to wonder if she had really never done this before. The expectant look in her eyes when he pulled out of her mouth made him agree it was her first. She looked at him waiting for him to say if it was good. His only answer was for him to drag her mouth to his so he could taste himself on her sweet little girl lips. "Thank you baby, I owe you one." He called as he left her in the living room. Loving Lisa's Pussy Petals Readers; through very good fortune I have met an exciting 19-yr-old young lady online and we have been email flirting for awhile. I wanted to write a fictional story about this bluest of eyes beauty and, with her permission, the following is it. This is one of those I-wish-it-were-true fantasies for me! Lisa, Bluest of Eyes, this is for you. ... Loving Lisa's Pretty Pink Pussy Petals (Part one) Tears Summer is a bitch when water is scarce. Hell, it hasn't rained on our Western rangeland for months! If this drought doesn't let up, I'm gonna have to start selling cattle. Damnit, this is a lot of responsibility for a guy of only twenty-one years in age! These are just some of the thoughts running through my mind as I was barreling down the long gravel road towards home. My pickup truck was leaving a wake of dust plumes as a reminder of just how dry it was. My subconscious mind's eye saw the figure walking down the middle of the road ahead. My brain noticed a nice, wiggly-jiggly, shorts-covered ass sitting atop shapely summer-tanned legs. Brunette hair was tied back in a couple of twisted braids. "Mister," I told myself. "That is a girl! Why, she might even be a Damsel in Distress!" Oh shit, here's what daydreaming will do for you! I slammed on my brakes! I was pushing my clutch and brake petals nearly through the floorboard. The rear end of my truck was fishtailing all over the place. I wasn't exactly riding a wild bronco, but I had a three-hundred horsepower beast I was trying to bring to a stop before I killed that someone walking in the middle of the road. What kinda imbecilic idiot walks in the middle of the freakin' road? Coming to a stop, I jumped out of my vehicle, and went to confront the foolish female. Cock-stirring girl or not, that young lady was gonna get a piece of my mind! As mad as I was, heck, I might even turn her over my knees and spank her attractive ass! The face which turned to me was familiar. Hell, it oughta be because it belonged to my sister, Lisa! Here I was all ready to challenge a pretty girl and then forgive her, but all I get is my sis. That's not to say that this young woman is not pretty. In fact, I guess she is kind of a knockout! Now, who would have thought that I would have thought that my nineteen-year-old sis was a drop-dead gorgeous female? And, to top things off, why was the bulge in my jeans growing so hard and horny? Sisters; shit, you can't avoid living with 'em, yet you can't fuck 'em! That's not to say, some brothers don't screw their sisters, but heck, I'm not one of those hillbilly humpers! Although at this moment, I kinda wish I was. God, that sis of mine was hot! The pale-blue peasant blouse top she wore fit her body like a glove. If I haven't been struck by heatstroke-stupidity, then I do believe she is not even wearing a bra! I know for a fact that right there in front of my eyes are a couple of boobs straining at the thin fabric garment which matched the palest, bluest eyes a guy ever lost his soul in. Standing up proud-like and aimed directly at me were a couple of the firmest cloth-covered nipples I had ever seen. Yet, something was amiss. Lisa ran to me as soon as my foot hit the gravel roadbed. This vision in blue flung her arms around my neck, pressed her boobied tits against my chest, and then started bawling her eyes out. There must have been a death in the family because this girl was nearly inconsolable. But no, that can't be it because since our parent's plane crash, my sis and I have had no family except each other. A thought hit me suddenly. "Sis, why are you walking?" I practically shouted. "Where is Ficka, where is your horse?" Lisa tightened one arm around my neck and accidentally ground the mound between her legs against my hardening cock. The index finger of her other hand pointed back down the road from whence I had sped. "She's hurt," I was told. "Oh Jack, I think it's bad!" I scooped my sis up in my muscular arms then turned and deposited her ass on the front bench seat of my dooley truck. Climbing in behind her, I started the powerful vehicle, floored the accelerator, and did a 180 in the slippery gravel. I knew without being told that Lisa had been visiting our neighbor girl up on Two Peaks Hill. That treacherous mountain road had claimed the lives of many a buggy horse and riding animal. Even though she lived ten miles away, my sis loved visiting Rachel Ramon. Up ahead the sideroad came into sight. I had been looking for it with eagle eyes because this wooded turnoff was hard to find. I pulled to a stop at the junction and let my engine idle. My truck had custom stacked mufflers and the throaty roar of its Cummins diesel engine was drowning out all other sound. Reaching out, I turned the ignition off. A subdued silence presented itself. Now in the muted stillness I could hear other sounds. A summer storm was coming. Wind began blowing with such a fierce howl it was nearly rattling my windshield and windows. Trees were swishing and swaying under a relentless onslaught of blustery breezes. I made a choice to restart my truck and head up the Two Peaks Road. My hand reached for the key and my feet reached toward the clutch and gas petal. I had the intention of revving my engine back to life. Yet, at that very moment, all thought and actions were frozen in place. A loud, piercing scream shattered the silence. I did not have an overly stunned reaction. I'd heard screams before. I also knew that this was not a human scream. While growing up in the West my ears had become attuned to nature's sounds. There were many natural voices that could be heard as screams. The clarion call of a bull elk could be heard for miles. A cougar or a bobcat's call could scare the devil out of man or beast. An owl on the prowl could have the same effect. As a man of the West, I knew that scream. It was not an elk. It was not a cougar, a bobcat, nor an owl. It was the deathnell scream of a horse. This sound came from the road to the right, the one that led up the mountain. My truck's engine roared to life. The main gravel road was left behind yet my Ram Tough vehicle's six wheels continued to pull and propel the truck forward up the steep dirt road. Just ahead, there she was; Flicka, Lisa's four-year-old mare. From her kneeling position it was clear that either one or both front legs were broken. The natural instinct to stand was causing the horse to struggle wildly. A dog, my sis' adopted 8-year-old German Shepherd war dog, Cody, was doing his best to protect his equine companion. Lisa had buried her head in her hands and she was weeping uncontrollably. Even though I put my arms around her and let her put her head against my shoulder, she appeared to receive no comfort. Much needed rain peppered down on the truck cab's roof. This unfamiliar noise caused my sis to lift her head. Misty, tear-filled blue eyes mesmerized me. Pouty, sexy lips tempted me. Unable to resist, I kissed this girl's irresistible feminine mouth. Much to my surprise, I was kissed back with a passion I never knew my sis possessed. I'm not one for keeping count, but after approximately one or two minutes of increasingly impassioned warm-wet kisses, Lisa and I suddenly stopped then pulled apart. I suppose there was no excuse or explanation as to why this had happened. In order to avoid awkward touching, we both stepped out of my truck. Cody was there to greet his female master and friend. Together, they walked toward Flicka. At first, I didn't follow. Instead, I opened the rear door of my truck and reached for the rear window rifle rack. I levered a 30-30 Winchester cartridge into my Marlin Ranch Rifle. By the time I reached my sis and her injured animal, my clothing was wet from the rain. Lisa's girlie-girl outfit was plastered to her body. God, I was correct about there being no bra encumbering this girl's breasts! Magnificent, nippled mounds became displayed so prominently my eyes needed no imagination to see their beauty. "I want to get her saddle off first, Jack," Lisa announced. "Grab Flicka's bridle." Being a woman of the West, my sis knew there was no delaying the inevitable. I held the young mare's bridle while Lisa pulled the saddle off as quickly as possible. This girl stood back then looked me directly in the eyes. At that moment, I placed the muzzle of my rifle against the injured animal's equine forehead and fired. Four different things happened. Flicka fell dead; Lisa jumped; Cody, disliking gunfire, ran around and around; and I, well I remained stoic knowing I had no other choice. "I'll drive the backhoe back here and bury her in a nice, grassy spot, Lisa," I offered as feeble consolation. "Let's go home." As I hung my murderous weapon back in its rifle rack, Lisa flung her saddle into the bed of my truck. Cody, taking a leap, landed in the truck bed. My sis now stood leaning against the hardened metal of my vehicle. Raising her head to the rain, she drank in its refreshing moisture. This girl, this woman in fact, turned again to me, embraced my neck fiercely, and cried like a baby. Well hell, I cried, too! I guess we were both in shock; Lisa from the death of her horse and myself from feeling my sister's pain. (Part two) Pleasure Unconsciously, wet-clothed bodies melded together as one. My arms held this girl tight, yet my hands touched a bit of lower back skin. My fingers began gently massaging feminine flesh. As if moving of their own volition, these ten digits worked their way up under the peasant blouse and started playing a sinful touch-your-sister game. Cool, rain-dampened skin warmed as I enthusiastically rubbed every inch I could reach. When my fingers poked up through Lisa's collar, this girl lifted her face towards mine. Those palest of bluest eyes of hers seemed to be begging me to kiss her, so kiss her, I did! My lips warmed themselves by ardently, obsessively kissing my sis. Scandalous immorality, or not, the girl made no objections to my actions; not even when my hand slipped around her body and cupped her tits. Lordy day, what an exceptional pair of breasts Lisa had! I juggled the well-formed, jiggly mounds and I pinched their nippled tips. Wanting more, wanting to see them, I made a bold decision and stuck with it. Without seeking permission, I pulled the rain-wet blouse up over her body and over her head. I pitched the wet garment into the front seat. For some time now I'd had a sneaking suspicion that my sis had some bodacious boobies. They say; seeing is believing. Well, bye god, if there is a more beautiful pair of tits in heaven or earth, then I just don't damn believe it! I don't measure breasts by any numeral or alphabetical size. I know beauty in terms of my own eyes' mammary measure. And damn, Lisa's are prefect in size and shape! My visual and manual inspections of this girl's boobs were, at first, making me unaware that she was unbuttoning my shirt. By the time my brain began functioning again; my own body was topless, too. Lisa's boldness confused me. Ordinarily, this normally quiet and shy girl would not be a person who would do a thing like this. Besides, and I had forgotten this, I thought my sis only liked girls! I know from a firsthand telling that she had lost her virginity in a double-ended dildo lesbian encounter with Rachel Ramon! I had also been told by this firsthand teller that my sis had never even 'seen' a cock! Lesbian, or not, Lisa now had her half-naked body pressed against mine. We were holding each other so tightly her tits were squeezed like overripe melons between us. My roaming hands now had my fingers slipping into the elastic waistbands of my sister's shorts and panties. Assflesh quivered as I cupped two handfuls of asscheek. Abruptly, I jerked my hands out of Lisa's panties. I had a better idea. I picked my sis up and sat her ass on the backseat of the truck. With the girl sitting, I popped a nubile nipple into my mouth and began suckling like a day-old calf. I gave the other tit the same treatment. Why she allowed me to do it, I'm not sure, but I attacked this girl's breasts in a savage assault. My oral and manual manipulations were inspired by both lust and love; mainly lust, I would say at this time. As sexually satisfying as breasts are, I have to admit, I'm really more of a cunt guy! Yep, I'd rather have a good ole wet, musky, sweet-tasting pussy to play with and eat any day of the week! I suppose I took it for granted that Lisa would allow me to pull off her shorts and panties. And, she did. But, the big question yet to be answered was whether or not this girl would consent to me orally pleasuring myself by eating the feminine mound between her legs. As I took a second to ponder this dilemma, my eyes were drawn to the place I desired. An old country saying came to my mind, "A real farm girl knows that even though spring might have arrived, it's best to leave a little covering on the vegetables to prevent frost." My sudden laugh drew a curious look from Lisa's eyes, but she lay back unfazed. My sis' 'vegetables' weren't covered by anything but a neatly-trimmed triangle of brunette pubic curls. I believe I was becoming a little jealous wondering if this was a self-administered pussy trim or if someone else had done it. Well, wondering aside, if this girl didn't want me to play with or eat her, she could damn well say so! My hands reached for the trimmed mound and played with the swelling outer lips. My fingers decided of their own accord to hasten things by inserting themselves into her warm, wet vaginal hole. Softly whispered whimpers escaped from the reclining girl's mouth. God, I was so jealous of my fingers, I decided my mouth should take their place! Leaning over, I opened my sister's outer pussylips, found her clit, and began eating it with an insatiable hunger. My lips pulled and tugged and my tongue flicked and licked this wondrous female protrusion. I guess I was in a hurry to get to the 'good stuff', so I reluctantly let the abused, inflamed, orally-molested clit alone. Spreading this girl's outer pussylips even farther, I found her blossoming inner pussylips. Right then an there, I began loving Lisa's pretty pink pussy petals. Touching the delicate blooms with the tip of my tongue, I tasted their intoxicating nectar and was nearly driven insane by their seductive allure. Slowly, yet determinedly, I inserted my tongue into Lisa's vagina cavity. Deep, deep, deep as I could, I plunged, I played, I explored this wondrous cavern. This girl's whimpering cries became more intense and audible. Jealousy again reared its green head. Just as my tongue had become envious of my fingers, my swollen erection was now jealous of my tongue! My sister lay there making no protests as my truck still sat in the middle of the dirt road. Even though rain peppered down, our sexual exhibition could have been discovered by the people in any vehicle which happened to pass by. Considering the circumstances and the necessity of haste, I wasted no more time eating pussy. I wanted my cock inside my sister's vaginal home and I wanted it right now! Dropping my pants and underwear down to my cowboy boots, I stood there beside my truck looking kinda silly, yet also looking like a guy about to get 'lucky'. Without seeking permission from the female beauty laying on the backseat, my cockhead gently kissed the pretty pink petals of her pussy. The pussy petals were so inviting and slippery wet that my entire cockshaft disappeared into their welcoming depths. Right now I began doing a thing I never thought I would do in a million years. I began fucking my sister! Vaginal muscles squeezed and tugged at my penetrating cockshaft. I thrust in and out in a slow, rhythmic copulation dance. Frictional fires burned. A quickened tempo of fornication, lust, and love awakened orgasmic desire. Whether this was right or wrong didn't matter at all. I forced my swollen, elongated penile pole into Lisa's vagina in jackrabbit-quick, jackhammer-hard plunges. I felt a river of feminine moisture drowning my erection. Lubrication flowed in abundance making deep, deep penetration possible. Call it sin, call it immorality, or call it whatever you will, but I began spewing my semen and sperm into the womb of my sis. My pressurized cream raced out of my cock in streams of orgasmic pleasure. Lisa was far from an innocent in this wicked carnal mating. This female fornicator was so horny hot she was panting and moaning wildly. I felt her body release spurts of vaginal cum all over me. Masculine and feminine juices freely flowed. Orgasms raced through our hearts, our minds, and most importantly, our bodies. Blissful ecstasy took Lisa and me into a netherworld of earthly delight. For the next five, ten, or maybe one thousand minutes we gloried in the joys of fucking, fondling, kissing, and all manner of sexual pleasures. "Stop, Jack," Lisa begged. "I can take no more!" In spite of this desperate plea, my sis wrapped her legs around my ass, humped her hips up high, and forced my cock into her pussy again. One last frantic round of orgasms rocked our world. Loud, whimpering whines spilled from both our lips. If sex were a drug, then we two would certainly fit the bill as addicts! After the exhaustion of feverous fucking ran its course, we two slowly came down from our heady high. Then the reality of immorality set in. (Part three) Remorse? With my shrinking cock still buried within her pussy petals, Lisa lay on the backseat of my truck and blankly stared at my face. Finally, this nude girl scooted back in the seat, gathered her courage, and climbed over the back of the frontseat. Finding her scattered top, panties and shorts, she quickly dressed. My shirt was in the truck somewhere, but I had no wish to retrieve it just yet. I turned my body into the wind and allowed Mother Nature's rain to wash my loins. I was cummy, sticky, and slimy so I assisted this washing with my hands as much as possible. Whether Lisa was afraid to come back out into the rain, I didn't know, but I did know that her vagina was probably soaking her panties and shorts with cum. Heck, for all I knew, my sister's pussy might even be leaking on my seatcovers! Satisfied that I had washed as best I could, I climbed into my truck. My shirt was there on the seat between me and a stunning, full-dressed young woman. As I pulled it on, I saw that Lisa had turned away from me. This pretty girl's face was pressed against the rain-frosted passenger door window glass. I knew I didn't dare disturb her solitude. I didn't want to do it, but when my truck's throaty engine came alive, I pulled up to a turn-around place and came back down Twin Peaks Road. Twice, I passed by the lifeless body of Lisa's beloved horse. Tears and pensive cries frosted the windows even more. The drive home was a solemn, silent ride. Lisa had no words for me, and I, well I guess I could have spoken, yet I didn't. And then, I suddenly did speak. Yes, my words cursed the high heavens! My eyes had picked up on a curious cloud following along behind my truck. At first, I was puzzled by its shape, its appearance, and its speed. And then, clarity of mind slapped me in the face. "Goddamnit, that's a dust cloud following us!" I bellowed. "Sheeeit, it hasn't rained a fucking drop over here!" Lisa had no reaction. She still spoke not one word. I guess fornication and sin weighs more heavily on the female mind than it does a male's. I'm kinda sure regret hasn't yet entered my mind. Sneaking a peek at my sister's barefooted feet and her tanned, well-toned legs; I suddenly did have regret. "Sheeeit, why haven't I tapped that before!" I silently asked myself. In truth, I'm not really all that selfish. I didn't mean to say that I should have been fucking my sis before today. I wasn't just thinking about myself. In my heart, I believed Lisa loved what we did today as much as I did. I'm just saying that it was a shame we two couldn't have been enjoying each others bodies for years. And, by that, I mean; years, and years, and years!