****** The Furious Fuck by E~Tales ******
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The Furious Fuck


Geeeezzzzz, it's those cut off jean shorts again.

Words simply cannot express how much I hate it when she struts around in those
cut off shorts. Gets me thinking all sorts of things having no relation to
"getting through the day". Well there's a "relation" of sorts, but not to a
"normal" day.

Don't worry, I'll explain later.

I mean really, isn't everyday-life hard enough? Is it truly necessary for me to
carry the world's burdens and the sight of her tight ass packaged in those damn
cut off shorts...exposing far more than is healthy for me of those long shapely
thighs? Accentuating way too clearly that "can't get a thin ruler between
'em..." infinitesimal distance between her ass cheeks? The small area covering
of her "I bet she's tight..." pussy, always rekindling that ever-raging "what
do you think, shaved or not shaved..." debate.

Stop it, stop it...stop! Things to go, places to get done...You see! What was I
telling you?

It's just not healthy I say.

You see, the "she" of all this is Julie. A tall, thin, small breasted, tight
you know where, blonde bombshell with a "kill you where you stand" smile and
looks that'll bury you where you drop.

The "me"? Well that's just me and we wont go into that thank-you. In an effort
not to be rude, you just pencil me in as "not too shabby" and leave it at that.

Critical to your understanding (and now is as good a time as any) of upcoming
events is that the "she" is my sister-in-law. Ahhh yess...one of life's
"unattainable" treats. Purposefully placed before you to titillate, tantalize
and otherwise remind you that all in life is not fair. Adding insult to injury,
she's actually very, very nice. Smart - as in "college" sorta way. Funny - as
in "kinky" sorta way. Personable - as in "I really would like to get to know
you better" sorta way.

All the way around, she's "your" kinda girl - but in a "you'll never get to
know how much" sorta way.

Or so one would think...

So wandering back to where our lovely Julie currently bounces around me,
joyfully displaying how capable her clothes washer is of shrinking things, let
me finish introducing the characters...

Let's see...older brother - tall, good looking, ladies man (hence Julie), hung
like a bull...did I mention ladies man? Julie & me.

There, you're up to speed. The only "filler" that might come in handy is to
know is that over the years the three of us had always gotten along famously.
Partied hard, laughed often and had great times together. I mention these times
because remberance of them puts a smile on my face (and who said the Author
can't enjoy himself?) and so I can also relate that during these relaxed and
jovial moments, Julie and I would occasionally, silently "expose" our "Geeee
I'd really like to get in your pants" thoughts to each other. Well I did at
least, on probably more occasions than I was consciously aware of. She never
shied away from them though (the vixen!) more often than not returning my
telepathic lusting with a quick smile or wink.

Aaaaarrrghhh...drive me crazy!

So, here we are at "current events" taking place some nondescript evening in
their three-bedroom town home. We all are nicely out of school now by now and
doing the daily "till dust do we part" work routine. The Bro is somewhere -
don't know exactly where, but his being "not around here" is the critical
component to remember.

Julie's shorts are continuing to vex me. By the way, she's also wearing a t-
shirt of some kind, but that shouldn't concern you greatly, because it
certainly wasn't me. Not that I'm doing anything requiring a great deal of
brainpower mind you. They don't call it "boob tube" for nothing - although for
this audience I should clarify it concerns mental faculties - not tits. Anyway,
just like in that movie - "The Natural" (which I wasn't watching) where
lightening strikes just before Roy Hobbs hits the big home run...

Lightening strikes

It may have done it outside too, but for purposes of truthfulness, I can't say
for sure.

Julie walks past where I'm seated on the couch. Perhaps on her way to the
kitchen, maybe to the bedroom, could be to call 911 because she realized my
lusty intentions. I don't know, but wherever she was going, she didn't get
there.

My hand goes up stopping her from passing and unhooks her jean shorts with a
flick of the wrist. In a microsecond the shorts are to the floor (no
panties...very nice touch, thank you!) and I pull her behind me, parking her
soft, smooth, "gee that feels great in my hands" butt on the thick felt arm of
the couch.

BAM!

Aren't quick decisions nice? None of that mulling, wondering, and worrying.
Just, well just like they say - "just do it".

Finally, Ladies and Gentlemen let the debate rage no longer - Julie has one of
the most carefully tended gardens that I can remember seeing in a long time!
Trimmed in some pretty pattern that I catch just the quickest glimpse of before
my mouth was latched onto her pussy.

Hesitation? She would have none of that! Making life for my mouth very
hospitable indeed, Julie has her knees spread about as wide apart as is humanly
possible.

She had one of those pussies that you imagine about (well I certainly had) and
it couldn't have been more than a minute...maybe less...before she was
unloading warm juices over my face.

I was in a frenzy...well the whole thing was in a frenzy...slurping her up.
While flicking her swollen clit with just the right amount of unabandoned
passion, I made industrious use of her juices that ran everywhere and easily
slid an index finger up her ass, eliciting a nice deep moan and a fresh torrent
of juicy goodies.

BAM, BAM!

After a few minutes of this deliciousness (and the whole episode took no more
than a few...) I stepped back and unleashed my sword upon the world! I don't
recall the symbols clashing, but they could have been missed in the heat of
passion. Julie turns toward the wall...I slip my knees on the couch...she
impales herself so very nicely and seconds later we were frantically pounding
each other.

BAM, BAM, BAM! (bam...bam...bam...)

Oh yes...pent up passion, finally released. It almost makes the "penting" seem
worthwhile!

Well needless to say, we fucked (furiously, as the title suggests) until my
sword was whittled down to a paring knife and we (and the couch cushion below
us) were one big, gooey mess.

The fog of passion begins to clear..."Gee, that wasn't half bad"...the
circumstances become "real"...the cleanup begins!

Mad dash here, quick scrub there. All clear! Just before the final buzzer!
Well, except for that nagging wet spot on the couch's arm.

Finally, along comes the Big Bro..."hey dude"..."nothing"..."you?"...
"Yeah?"..."Let's see what's on T.V."?

It appears that all's well that ended very well. There is the matter of that
stain and the nagging scent of pussy warmed past boiling, but nothing gets
said.

I imagine that perhaps he thinks pussy is being cooked for din-dins. "No thanks
Bro, I already ate..." I think.

"NO"! I jump and say aloud.

"No what?" he wonders.

"No nothing, just...errr...nothing," I mumble.

It can't be because he's dumb. He is my brother and we are of the same gene
pool after all.

So ends the tale of the oh so furious fuck and if this ending wasn't happy
enough for you, then go with the knowledge that our little trio would enjoy
more than a few occasions of the "triple header". Yes, the "you do her there,
while I take care of business here" sort.

Ahh yes...well perhaps life is fair after all.

Then again, maybe not completely. You see, it was during these later exploits
that I would learn that there was a bit of Bramah Bull mixed into my brother's
genes that was suspiciously lacking when I was being stirred up.

Oh well, Julie didn't seem to mind one bit.


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