16 comments/ 128868 views/ 128 favorites Tucker's Summer: The Beginning By: blaster666 I started writing this story as a way to purge the demons of rubbish and unbelievability from my thoughts and writing. However, I've had so much fun writing this that I got carried away. What I had planned to be a very short story grew larger by the minute until I decided to just turn it into a series. It is a story filled with preposterous body proportions and total inconceivability, but I hope it gives you a chuckle if nothing else. Her little Adonis, that's what Mom was fond of calling me as I grew up. Staring at myself in the full-length mirror attached to my closet door, I could see why she did. At just a shade over six-feet tall, blond haired and blue eyed; I was quite a handsome young man. My naked reflection showed a body chiseled with broad shoulders, well-defined chest muscles and six-pack abs. At 18 and a half years old I was extremely proud of how I looked, but I had something else that I was even prouder of. Hanging between my legs was a large set of hairless balls and an 11-inch dick, when fully aroused anyway. Which, by the way, was most of the time. Yes Tucker, you have the world in your hands I thought to myself as my hand steadily pumped the beast in its grasp. Yes, that really is my name. Tucker Woodruff. Beloved, and only son of Janice and Don Woodruff. My friends however call me Tucker The Fucker, every since it was discovered that I had shagged Cindy Ellison's Mom in her garage after doing their yard work almost a year ago. It only happened that one time, Cindy's Dad decided to do his own yard work right after that splendid day. I also gained valuable knowledge from that wonderful experience. Never, ever, tell my friends about anymore of my exploits. Offers to do yard work in the neighborhoods around my house have increased quite a bit this summer. Yep, the cash and the gash would be flowing this summer I chuckled to myself, my hand now pumping faster on my enlarged tool. I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm start to build in my balls, until the sound of Mom screaming up at my bedroom window stopped that in its tracks. "What Mom," I hollered down through the open window, knowing she wasn't able to see below my waist. "I asked you to water the flowerbeds along this side of the house," she shouted up at me. "I will," I told her irritably. "Now mister, not next week," she commanded. "Be right down," I said, and then went to put on some clothes. Now I have to tell you about my Mother. Believe it or not, she is an honest-to-goodness librarian at the city library. She even looks the part, from the mid-calf dresses she wears, the always-present sweater draped over her shoulders, to the half-lens glasses hanging from a chain around her neck, when they're not perched on her dainty nose. I'm not implying that my Mother is not good looking, far from it actually. She has short dishwater blonde hair, stands about five-seven and probably weighs no more than a hundred and thirty pounds. She spends a lot of her free time by our pool, so I can honestly say that she has a killer body for someone who's forty-three years old. Even in the one-piece bathing suit she wears I can see she has enormous boobs, slightly wide hips and a firm looking round ass. She can also light up a room, her green eyes have a way of twinkling as soon as her full, sensuous lips, spreads into a charming and off-putting smile. After throwing on a tee shirt and a pair of baggy sweatpants I took the stairs two at a time and almost bowled Mom over at the bottom. She had just rounded the corner near the stairs and I ran right into her. Reacting quickly I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in my direction so she wouldn't land on her ass. Our bodies came together, her huge boobs mashed into my chest, and before I could stop us we fell backwards onto the stairs with her on top of me. She squealed when she felt my hands automatically grab her butt to prevent her from sliding down the front of me. "Tucker! What the hell..." she croaked. "Sorry Mom," I stammered not removing my hands from those glorious buns. "Let me up right this minute," she said with a little anger in her voice. I reluctantly released the death grip I had on her ass and tried to help her get off of me. The long dress she had on was making it difficult for her to place her knees on the stairs, and every time she squirmed our crotches rubbed against each other's. By the time she was able to spread her knees wide enough to straddle my hips I was in a state of arousal. Instead of my tube steak running down my pants leg, it had snaked its way up toward my navel. There was no way that Mom couldn't help but feel my meat pressed into her since she was all but sitting on it. Her face turned a bright red and I swear she let out a soft moan as she struggled to regain her feet, rubbing her crotch roughly against me in the process. Once we were able to stand I lit out of there before she had a chance to tear me a new one, raining apologies all the way to the back sliding glass door. When I reached the corner of the house I stopped dead in my tracks. Stretched out on a towel right next to the pool she lay, in all her tanned; toned; evil glory. Julie Woodruff, the bane of my existence, the nemesis to my Captain Kirk, my older sister. Bitchiness personified. If you're wondering what she looks like, just picture what I said about my Mom. It was scary how much those two looked alike. As a matter of fact, both Dad and I have come up behind them on separate occasions, only to find out it wasn't who we thought it was. The only difference between the two is, Julie is twenty-three years younger and doesn't have the wonderful softness that Mom has, especially in the hip and ass areas. Julie does have the same enormous tits that Mom has, and with her top untied and her boobs flattened under her, I was getting quite the eye-full of the pale white side of the one closest to me. Another thing that Julie has is the same baby-blue eyes that I have, something we got from our Dad. As I stood there transfixed, eyes roaming over her glistening tanned body, I saw her eyes open and stare at me, a sneer formed on her face. "What the hell are you looking at CREEP," she called out, emphasizing her favorite word for me. "With that thong on, aren't you afraid of burning your box if you spread too wide," I shot back childishly. "Fuck you pervert," she replied, then turned her face in the other direction. Unsure which one of us had won that round I grabbed the water hose and began to wet down the flowerbed along this side of the house. Halfway through I glanced over my shoulder in her direction and noticed that she was lying right at the very edge of the pool. A devious plan soon began to take root in my sub-consciousness. Turning to face her I called out, the nozzle of the hose pointed her way. "Ohhhhh Julie!" As soon as her face came around to face me I let her have it. I squeezed the nozzle trigger to the maximum, releasing a powerful stream of cold water that caught her in the side right below her boob. She screamed as soon as the jet of cold water touched her and instinctively recoiled away from it. SPLASH! Into the pool she went, her bathing suit top still lying flat on the towel. "Splish splash I was taking a bath," I snickered, bending over with laughter. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" she screamed as soon as her head cleared the water. "What the hell is going on out here," Mom shouted coming around the corner. I didn't pay any attention to Mom; I was too engrossed in staring at Julie's huge boobs bobbing in the chest high water. Her light brown areolas were crinkled, and the quarter-inch nipples were hard enough to cut glass. My trouser snake was fast worming its way down my pants leg. Mom had reached the pool area and kept glancing back and forth between Julie and I, a deep frown etched on her face. "Tucker..." she said shaking her head in frustration. "She started it Mom," I said. "I don't care who started it. I'm finishing it," Mom stated. "But Mom," I tried to plead my case. "No buts young man. And Julie dear, please cover yourself," she said glancing at Julie. "Oh Mom, they're just boobs," Julie replied. To emphasize her point she placed her hands underneath her massive mammary glands and lifted them up out of the water for God and everyone to see. "For pete sakes," Mom said, then grabbed the top off the towel and slung it to Julie. "Now put that on." "Did you get your eyes full creep," Julie barked and covering her tits with the top got out of the pool and went inside. "Why do you insist upon antagonizing your sister Tucker," Mom asked, staring at me with her hands on her hips. "I don't know," I answered sheepishly. "Well, please try and be nice to her. She's only here for the summer and then its back to college in the fall," she said. "I'll try Mom," I told her as sincerely as I could muster. "Thank you," she said, her eyes growing wider as she noticed the outline of my cock through the material of my pants leg. With a subtle groan and a pat on my cheek she turned and practically ran back to the house. "Tucker. Yoo-hoo, Tucker," a voice called out from behind me as I was rolling up the hose. Our house is separated from the one directly behind us by a five-foot high brick fence. When I turned around to see who was calling me I spotted Mrs. Crenshaw staring over in my direction. We have been neighbors for as long as I can remember and often times her and her husband Fred would come over and visit with my parents. Lately though I've caught her peeking over this way whenever I'm swimming or working on my tan. She is a nice older woman, probably in her mid fifties I recon, judging by the small amount of gray hairs on her head. I don't think you can call her fat, just pleasingly plump with big saggy tits and a bubble butt. "Hi Mrs. Crenshaw," I said strolling over and looking at her on the other side of the fence. "Hi Tucker. I was wondering if you had time to help me with a little chore?" "Sure Mrs. Crenshaw. Just let me tell Mom where I'll be so she doesn't worry," I said. "Okay, and Tucker, call me Dorothy, or as I prefer, Dottie," she told me, then turned and headed back to her house. I watched her make her way to the patio at the back of her house and open the sliding door before disappearing inside leaving the glass door open. I also was aware that all she had on was a knee-length robe of some sort of thin silky material. My beast twitched in voluntarily. Mom and Julie were on the couch talking quietly when I went in to let her know where I was going. Julie still had on her bathing suit so I guessed she planned on tanning some more once I was out of her way. Julie crinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue at me, Mom just told me okay and to make sure I was back in time for supper. I don't know why she said that, I mean seriously, it was only 1pm after all. Easily hopping the fence I went to the door and peered inside. The house was set up in such a way that the living room was right next to the glass door. Mrs. Crenshaw, Dottie, was reclining in a lazy-boy, her robe partially open exposing her legs and most of her thighs. "Come in Tucker, don't be shy," she said lowering the footrest of the recliner so she was in an upright sitting position. The top of her robe parted a little with her movements and I was able to see almost half of both tits, creamy white against the red of the robe. "What did you need help with Dottie," I asked a little nervously. "I'm sorry Tucker, but I lied to you. I just wanted to get you over here so I could ask you about something I heard from Janet Ellison," she said pleasantly. "What...what...did you hear," I stammered. "Well dear," she spoke while leaning forward enough to run her hand down the front of my pants, "Janet tells me you have quite a monster inside these pants." "I wouldn't call it a monster," I blurted, my nervousness fast being replaced by horniness. "Anyway, I was wondering, hoping actually, if you wouldn't mind giving me a peek at it," she asked huskily. "But Mrs. Crenshaw, I mean Dottie. What would your husband say if he found out?" "Let me worry about Fred. I just want a little peek, it'll be our secret," she almost purred. "I don't know Dottie," I said trying to sound unsure even as my hands made their way up to the waistband of my sweats. "Just a little peek," she whispered. Seeing the expectation in her eyes I slowly pushed the waistband down until my semi erect penis made its entrance. Since I never wear underwear, way too confining, it was easy to get my sweats down. Once the waist cleared my tube steak I let go and they slid the rest of the way to my ankles. There I stood bottomless in front of my neighbor, my hairless balls hanging down and my cock bobbing in the breeze. I couldn't understand why I was getting such a charge out of this, but one thing was sure, I wasn't going to stop until she told me to. "Oh my," she gasped, one hand covering her mouth as the other reached out shakily and her fingers encircled my cock. I felt a jolt of electricity flow through my veins as soon as her fingers tightened around me and her hand began to slowly stroke up and down my shaft. Her eyes remained fixed on the cock that was rapidly growing in her hand, a small drop of drool leaking its way out of the corner of her mouth. She stared mesmerized as my cock swelled to its full eleven inches and her short fingers were barely able to circle its girth. With her one hand stroking a little faster now, I watched her other hand dip into her robe and it was obvious she was tweaking her drooping nipples. Precum began to collect at the tip of my dick and the tugging she was doing made my hanging balls swing back and forth. "Come a little closer dear," she said, at the same time pulling me forward by my rod. Stepping closer put my dick right in her face. I watched in wild anticipation as her mouth opened and her tongue protruded out and gave the end of my mushroom head a tentative lick. A large smile spread across her lips right before she captured most of the bulbous knob inside her mouth and began to run her tongue around it in circles. Sitting on the edge of her seat she spread her plump thighs apart and dropped the hand that had been fondling her tits down to her hair-covered muff. I watched amazed as one, then two, and finally three fingers disappeared into what sounded like the wettest cunt I'd ever heard. My cock was buried at least five inches deep inside her mouth when a shadow, or something, drew my attention to the open glass door. Standing there wide-eyed, just outside the door was Julie. Her mouth was hanging open and she had one hand rubbing her over-sized tits while the other hand was buried inside the tiny bottoms of her swimsuit. I could tell by the movement down there that she had at least one finger working her clit into a state of stiffness. With her eyes glazed over Julie worked her twat feverously with her fingers, I could see the telltale signs that she was getting close to coming. Her knees were wobbling slightly and her nipples poked through the tops' material as if they would break through the thin fabric. Losing all control from the sight of my sister frigging herself I pushed Dottie off the end of my cock, and kept pushing until she was crunched up awkwardly on her back in the chair. Before she was able to protest what had to be an uncomfortable position, I bent down, grabbed her ankles and raised her legs up in the air. Scrunching down I lined my pole up with her sopping wet cunt and plunged almost nine inches into her. I wasn't the least bit surprised how loose her pussy was, not after seeing how she had damn near fist fucked herself from the very start. "That's it! Give it to me you fucking stud," Dottie blabbered between breaths. I could no longer watch Julie, but something inside me wanted to give her a good show. Over the next couple of thrust I was finally able to go balls deep in Dottie's hot slippery hole, pounding her mercilessly as her mouth gulped in great gulps of air. Smack, smack, smack came the sound of my balls as they bounced off her plump butt with each downward plunge of my rock hard dick. My nuts began to tighten, and when Dottie's cunt surprisingly clamped down on me, I let loose with a tremendous blast of jism. "OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!" poured out of Dottie's mouth right before her whole body went limp. SHIT! I thought I had killed the old gal for a minute there, but before panic could set in she stirred. Slowly I extracted my still pumped up prick from her stretched out hole. When the bulbous head cleared the outer folds of her puffy puss it was like a dam had broken. Glob after glob of cunt cream and dick snot poured from her orifice and left a slug-like trail down the front of her lazy-boy. Good luck trying to explain that to Fred I thought as I pulled up my sweats and tucked the monster in. Finally able to sit up in the chair, Dottie glanced up at me with a dazed look on her face and said, "Thanks Tucker, I think I'm going to take a nap now." I don't remember if I replied, or if she was even able to get out of the chair, all I knew was that Julie was gone when I turned around. I weakly climbed back over the fence and went upstairs to take a shower. I had to switch from hot water to cold after cleansing myself; the image of Julie touching herself wouldn't let my cock go down. After the cold water worked its magic I wrapped a towel around my waist I headed to my bedroom. Our house has four bedrooms, three upstairs and a master suite on the ground floor. That was Mom and Dad's room. Julie and I each had a room, and the third one was supposed to be the guest room, but Mom stored a lot of her books and whatnots in it. The upstairs bathroom is located next to the spare bedroom so I had to walk by Julie's room to get to mine. As I passed her room I saw that her door wasn't closed all the way and I could hear whimpering sounds coming from within. Curiosity over-ruled reasoning and I gently pushed the door inward enough to see what was going on. Silently the door swung open revealing more and more of Julie's lair to my baby-blues. I almost fainted from shock, or it might have been from all the blood rushing from my brain to my dick that made me weak at the knees. There in front of me was my sister, completely naked but with her back to me. She was straddling the seat of the wooden chair that's been in her room since we were in grade school. That in its self wasn't what drew my attention however. Attached to the seat by a suction cup was a flesh colored rubber cock that Julie was slowly impaling herself on. Granted, it wasn't quite as big as my dick, but from where I stood it looked fairly large. She had her hands gripping the back of the chair as she steadily rose and fell onto the rubber dong. Her ass cheeks opened a little on each downward pass and I was able to see her puckered brown hole and the way her pussy was stretching to fit the girth of the toy. On each upward glide her cunt lips hugged the sides of the slick looking shaft before pushing back inward on the down stroke. The towel I had on was sticking straight out in front as I stealthily backed away from her door. In my room I was lying on my back in bed, the damp towel underneath me as I assaulted my pole with both hands. My eyes were tightly shut as visions of Julie danced in my head. Faster and faster my hands stroked my raging man meat until a creak near my door caused my eyes to spring open. Standing in the doorway was my Mother, an unreadable odd look on her face as she saw what her little boy was doing. Before I had a chance to even stop abusing myself she turned and left, quietly shutting the door behind her. Something was wrong here my lust crazed brain screamed. Isn't this the part where the Mother sees her son's dick and can't help but rush over and suck it? That's how all the incest porn videos and stories I've read go anyway. The wind left my sails and I gave my shrinking rod a final tug before closing my eyes for a nap, all interest in finishing the job at hand vanishing like a fart in the wind. Tucker's Summer: The Beginning "Hey creep, time for supper," Julie shouted, pounding on my door as she went by. Putting on a tank top and baggy, all my pants are baggy, gym shorts I snuck a peek in Julies room before going downstairs. Everything looked normal, the chair was against the wall where it usually was, and her bed was made up. Maybe I could sneak in here when she wasn't home and look around some I thought. When I got downstairs I expected Mom to say something, or at least shoot daggers in my direction. She did neither; instead she acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I was completely perplexed by her demeanor. We gathered at the table and began to eat. My Dad is a decent enough fellow, but at suppertime he's like a Chatty-Cathy, always asking about our day and what we did. I didn't have much to tell him. It's not like I could say I poked the neighbor lady or, by the way, I watched your little angel ride her rubber dick to tuna town. I seriously doubt if him or Mom would believe me anyway. After we ate and the kitchen was cleaned, Dad sat in his recliner and poured over the financial part of today's paper just like he did every night. Mom sat in the matching one next to his and started reading another one of her romance novels. Julie and I got the couch, and as always immediately disagreed on what to watch on the idiot box. Mom decided for us by putting it on an action, slash, comedy that turned out to be fairly good. Julie was wearing the same thing she always wore this time of night, an oversized pink cotton nightshirt that didn't quite reach her knees, and nothing else I guessed by the way she jiggled. Julie turned to lean against the arm of the couch and put her feet on the cushions with her knees up, that's when our nightly routine became much more interesting. Out of the corner of my eye I would catch glimpses of her opening and closing her knees while watching me out of the corner of hers. I decided turn about was fair play, so I sat in the same position as she was. With my knees up the legs of my gym shorts rode down my thighs a little and I could feel a light breeze tickling my scrotum. Once, I caught Mom peering over the rim of her glasses at my crotch area and she seemed to squirm a bit in her seat. I was wrong about Julie having nothing else on. I got a flash of pale blue panties on one of the times she spread her knees wider than the rest. My anaconda woke up from its slumber after that and I was getting worried that it would poke its head out and say hello to the whole room. Mom's fidgeting became worse and rubbing my hand down my thigh I realized why. My fingers glided over the very tip of my cock poking out the leg opening of my shorts, a drop of pre-cum sticking to the tip of one finger. Mom removed her glasses, put her book down and went over and whispered into Dad's ear. A look of bewilderment crossed his face but was quickly replaced with a huge smile. Julie and I watched amused as our parents headed off to their bedroom after throwing us a quick goodnight. With Mom and Dad out of the room Julie's knees opened wider and more often, and making no pretense of watching TV I turned my head and gazed directly at her legs. She didn't disappoint me. Her knees inched their way apart until I was looking right at the junction between her thighs. Her panties were pinched into the cleft of her cunt and there was a wet spot that seemed to grow larger as I stared. Mister anaconda made his debut and judging by the look on Julie's face there was no doubt that she saw him too. "Is that the reason your little buddies call you Tucker The Fucker,"Julie asked, breaking the silence that engulfed us. "I'm not sure what you mean," I told her. "Because it's so big," she replied. "Oh. No. It's because I told them something in confidence that they call me that," I explained, my eyes still glued to her crotch. "What did you tell them?" "None of your bees-wax," I said. "How...big is it Tucker," she asked in a little girl voice. "Big," was all I said. "Can I touch it," Julie whispered with a catch in her throat. "What? That's icky, you're my sister," I protested, secretly wanting to feel her hands on my massive member. "If you don't let me touch it, I'll tell Mom what I saw you doing today." There was the Julie I was used to. "Okay, you can touch it. But only for a minute," I told her. Pulling her feet up under herself, she rose to her knees and moved between my legs. With one hand on my upraised knee for support, she snaked her other hand into the leg opening and wrapped her trembling fingers around my pole. Cautiously at first she explored the full length of my cock, even moving her hand down and cupping my balls, hefting them in her hand as if checking the weight. When she moved her hand back onto my fully erect penis she started to gently stroke it. "I wanted to touch this since I saw you porking ole lady Crenshaw," she croaked. "That reminds me. Why were you spying on me," I wanted to know. "I was just curious what you were up to," she answered absently, her grip on my cock tightening. "Did you get your eyes full," I threw back at her for her earlier remark. "A lot more than I expected to. God Tucker, your cock is huge," she whispered, staring dreamily at the twitching monster in her hand. "Do I get to touch you," I asked hopefully. I thought for sure that I'd blown it when her hand stopped moving on my shaft. Julie leaned back on her haunches and gave me a weird look, then told me to come to her room in a few minutes. To kill some time after she left I went around the house making sure all the lights were off and the doors were locked. Swiftly climbing the stairs I was almost winded by the time I reached the threshold of her open bedroom. The room was dark except for the meager light that came from two small candles burning on her dresser top. Once my eyes adjusted to the dimness I saw Julie stretched out in the middle of her bed, candlelight flickering off her luscious nude body. Trying my hardest to breath normally I walked to the side of her bed and gazed upon the biggest tits I'd ever seen in real life. "How big are those," I managed to ask. "These," she said, pushing the globes together with her hands, "are 36EE, just like Mom's." I hadn't noticed earlier when she was topless in the pool, but the weight of her boobs caused them to spill to the sides of her chest when she was on her back. Stretching my hand out she scooted closer to the edge so I was able to reach them. She let out a soft moan when I twisted her hardening nipple gently, so I repeated the move on her other one, with the same results. Julie let me fondle and squeeze her succulent tits for a few minutes before swinging her legs over the side of the bed and sitting up in front of me. Without any hesitation she grabbed the sides of my shorts and tugged them down around my ankles. The waistband caught on me for a split second and caused my rigid cock to bounce up and down right in front of her face. "This has got to be the biggest cock I've ever seen," she whispered almost lovingly as her fingertips lightly caressed the shaft. "You want to suck it," I softly asked, wondering how far she would go. Looking up at me, her eyes wide and questioning, she said, "I can't fit all that in my mouth." "How about just the head sis," I suggested. She seemed to ponder this for a few seconds, and then holding my shaft in one hand, she leaned forward and took the sensitive glan between her lips. Now I have to tell you that although my penis is extraordinarily long, it isn't much fatter than a healthy normal sized one, so Julie's mouth fit around it nicely. As the minutes ticked by, my hands hanging loosely at my sides, all I could do was watch in utter fascination while my sister slobbered all over the end of my dick. By the time she started to gag, she had managed to swallow a good six inches of my hard pole. Each time the tip of my head bumped the back of her throat I would get weak in the knees and just about explode my load. While her mouth slid smoothly over the purple head her hand flew back and forth along the shaft, aided by the slickness of the large amount of saliva she was coating my cock with. When I told her I was almost there she abruptly removed her mouth and stopped stroking. "Not yet. Eat me first," she demanded. Not knowing if I would or not she fell backwards on the bed with her legs hanging over the side. It wasn't until she lifted her legs in the air and spread them, exposing a completely shaved puffy looking cunt to my lecherous eyes, that I dropped to my knees and buried my face into her soaking wet slit. When I punched my tongue deep as possible into her steamy hole her head began to roll back and forth on the bed. Little mewing noises poured from her mouth and her hips began to rise off the mattress with each tongue thrust. I put my hands on the back of her thighs and pressed them down until the tops of them rested on the hands she was using to pinch and twist her hard nipples with. In this position her tight little pucker hole was poking almost straight up and I wasted no time before running the flat of my tongue against the outer ring of it. She went ballistic when I worked my way from her asshole, through the saturated canal of her slit, and finally clamped my lips onto her stiffened clit. "Fuck me Tucker! Fuck me now!" she pleaded. Her thighs remained near her chest even after I loosened my hold on them and stood up. Candlelight reflected off the wet saliva and cunt cream that completely covered her hairless pussy as I brought my cock up and laid it on her wet slit. Her puffy outer folds massaged the underside of my rod as I sawed it back and forth, making sure the head bumped against the stiffness of her aroused clitoris. Deeper and deeper my cock's head sank into her slit with each sawing pass until it was right at her scorching hot entrance. Grabbing the shaft I pointed my cock down, with a small gentle push I watched as just the head of it disappeared into my sister's tight pussy. I could feel her walls expanding and contracting around me as I pushed slowly deeper into her. "No more," she cried out when just over seven inches of my dick had wormed its way inside. "It's starting to hurt a little." As gently as I could I started pumping in and out, her pulsating pussy milking my rod in such a way that I knew I wasn't going to last very long. Taking long slow stokes, I tried to prolong the sweet agony of fucking my sister's sweet tight cunt, gradually working another inch into her stretched tunnel. The nerve endings running the length of my tool screamed the longer I pumped into her juicy hole, my cock throbbing from the pleasure being inflicted upon it. Her breaths were coming in ragged gasps as her head rolled violently from side to side as her ass bumped against my tightening ball sack. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! TUUUCCCCKKKKKEEEEEERRRRRR!" she hissed loudly then stiffened and sank her fingernails into my forearms. As her orgasm racked her twitching body her pussy sucked down on my cock so forcefully it was hard to maintain my rhythm. Pulling out to where just the first three inches were still inside her I quickened my pace. Faster and faster I fed my cock to her pussy until my seed boiled over and splashed violently against the back of her cunt. "UUUNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!" I groaned as spurt after spurt filled my sister's pussy to overflowing. I staggered back a couple steps and fell to my knees, an audible sucking sound filling my ears as my swollen head popped from her. Her feet slowly lowered until they hit the floor several inches apart. With fascination and a sense of pride, I watched as a mass amount of my white sticky sperm oozed out of her gaping hole and slid down the crack of her ass. It was just as the river of spunk leaking out seemed to dry up that I heard the creaking of the hallway floorboards. Julie bolted into a sitting position and we both stared toward the door waiting for our doom to arrive in the form of Mom or Dad. It was also at that moment when we realized that we had forgotten to close the door. Holding our breath for what felt like an eternity we waited. When nothing happened I crept over and looked down the hall. It was empty. Dark and empty. The hairs on my arms stood up and a shiver ran down my spine until I was safely in my room behind a locked door.