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“What are you doing here, perv?”
I froze in the darkness. The whispered question was as startling as a hard right to my jaw. After a panicky moment, I realized it was Angela’s voice.
“Jeez Sis!” I whispered back. “You almost gave me a heart attack. Helen’s husband is home and I’m watching the show.”
Angela gave me a hard open-mouthed kiss. “Naughty Baby Brother!” she breathed. “Always getting caught spying!”
It was 9:00 PM Wednesday night and we were on the fire escape outside Helen’s apartment. On Monday, I’d spied on Helen finger-fucking Angela. She caught me and the three of us had a wild afternoon of sex.
Helen’s husband Charlie was a long-haul trucker, gone ten days out of every two weeks. This was his first day home since Helen rented the apartment on the third floor of Mom and Dad’s hardware store in Brooklyn. I knew she was going to fuck him half to death. As soon as it got dark, I slipped up the fire escape to watch.
“I thought you were with Bernie,” I whispered. After supper, Angela had gone to see him while he was working at his family’s gas station. She’d told me about making out with him in the cashier booth on late shifts. Angela always wore a skirt, so it was easy for him to finger her. Once, she’d gotten under the desk and sucked his cock while he took customers’ payments.
“We had another fight,” she answered. “We’ve been arguing since Friday.”
Bernie arrived an hour early to drive Angela to a party in New Jersey. When he knocked, Angela and I were humping on her bed. “I’m coming!” she shouted, buttoning her blouse and adjusting her panties while I hastily stuffed my cock and balls back into my pants.
Bernie didn’t say anything, but he was suspicious. Tonight, he’d grown increasingly angry, finally yelling, “You should just go fuck your little brother and forget about me!”
“You’re such a big prick!” Angela shouted back. “Maybe I will!” She stomped away and caught the next bus home.
“Paul, you’re such a perverted little brother,” Angela said. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with . . . Jesus and Mother Mary!” She’d just looked into Helen’s brightly illuminated living room.
Helen and Charlie were sitting at the glass table in front of the window, playing “Clue.”
She was a slender muscular blonde in her late 30s, dressed in a frilly flesh-colored negligee. Her long hard nipples were visible through the sheer fabric stretching over her big firm conical breasts. Thigh-high black stockings emphasized the tiny black thong between her legs.
Charlie was a big good-looking man in his early 40s, with short sandy hair and a neatly trimmed goatee and mustache. Thick black hair covered his muscular chest and belly. He was wearing boxer shorts and his pole made a big tent in the fabric.
Helen ran slow hands over her thighs and belly as she waited for Charlie to finish his move. Taking the dice, she threw a high number and moved her marker into the library. She stroked her breasts through the sheer cloth, observing the reaction in Charlie’s underwear, before purring “Professor Plum . . . did it . . . in the library with the . . . gun.”
When Charlie shrugged, Helen opened the little envelope. “I win!” she squealed, throwing the cards down and jumping up to press her breasts into Charlie’s face. “That makes you my toy for the night!” she continued, stroking his hair.
Helen pulled Charlie to his feet and they kissed passionately. His boxer shorts fell around his ankles, revealing a thick 6″ penis with a wide mushroom head. His hairless cock and balls stood out from his thick pubic hair.
“I’m really ready to play tonight,” Helen purred as she wrapped her fingers around Charlie’s swollen shaft. “Is that all right, Toy Boy?”
“Oh yeah!” he gasped. Gripping his stiff prick, Helen guided Charlie into the bedroom.
The king-size bed, with nightstands on either side, occupied most of the space. “Sit down, Toy Boy,” she said, pointing to the big leather easy chair filling the corner.
“Here’s the first game,” Helen continued, sitting on the corner of the bed closest to Charlie and spreading her legs. “You watch but don’t touch . . . me or yourself.”
Angela’s hand found mine as we crouched side by side, staring at the scene on the bed.
Helen’s negligee was a frilly flesh-colored robe, held closed by a single black bow between her breasts. It swept down over her hips, leaving her crotch exposed. The black stockings focused attention on her fingers, gliding slowly over the tiny black thong.
“I’ve got a hot little pussy hidden here,” Helen purred. “Under this tight little scrap of cloth.” She gripped her inner thighs with the palms of her hands, squeezing them sensuously. “I’m getting wet,” she continued. “See my cunt lips through the thin fabric?”
She suddenly grabbed the front of her thong and pulled upward, splitting her furry mound with the tightly stretched cloth. “I’ve got a lot of woman things for my Toy Boy,” Helen growled. She started breathing hard ataşehir escort as she loosened and tightened her grip on the thong, sliding the fabric back and forth over her clit and pussy lips. “Tits, ass, snatch . . .”
Helen released the thong and fell back on the bed with her legs spread. “Oh Fuck!” she moaned, rubbing her vulva through the thong, pushing the stretched cloth into her pussy with her fingers . . .
“Stay!” she snapped as Charlie stood up. “Back in the chair! No touching!”
Angela fumbled with my zipper as we watched Helen writhing on the bed. I helped her pull it down. “No underwear tonight,” she whispered as my stiff dick popped out of my jeans.
“You either,” I replied, putting my hand up her skirt and feeling the hot moist flesh under her thick pubic hair.
“I took my panties off before I climbed out onto the fire escape,” Angela said. “I always wear panties for Bernie. He likes . . .” Her voice choked for an instant. “. . . to take them off me.”
Angela stroked my cock and I fingered her snatch as we watched Helen dance around the room, waving her breasts and buttocks in Charlie’s face. We froze when Helen suddenly looked out the window. Her eyes widened and she grinned briefly.
“I love having an audience,” Helen said, standing in front of Charlie’s chair and pulling her thong to the side, revealing her neat pink folds, partially obscured by her brown pubic hair.
“Want a taste, Toy Boy?” Helen asked, pulling her slit open as she pushed her crotch into Charlie’s face.
“Fuck me!” Angela whispered urgently as we stared at the big puffy clit rising from Helen’s hot pink snatch.
Angela unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down as I moved behind her. She reached between her legs, grabbed my pole and guided me into position. “Fuck! . . . Yes! . . .” she whispered as my cock-head stretched her pussy mouth. I held still, letting her push toward me, taking my stiff rod up her tight little snatch. “Jesus, Little Brother!” she gasped. “All the way! . . . Oh Fuck!”
Helen held her mound open, moaning with pleasure as Charlie ran his tongue up and down her slit, nibbled on her cunt lips and stuck his tongue deep into her pussy. “Oh yeah!” she cried. “Suck my clit! . . . Yeah!”
Angela moaned as I slow-fucked her. This was the first time I’d taken her from behind. I missed seeing her face, but I’d never buried my cock so deeply in her hot wet snatch . . .
On the brink of orgasm, Helen suddenly pulled her crotch away from Charlie’s mouth. Her thong slipped back into position as she straddled his legs. She unfastened the black bow between her breasts and the negligee fell open, revealing her big conical breasts and swollen nipples.
When Charlie reached for her, Helen caught his hands. “You don’t touch! That’s the game.” She leaned forward, burying his face between her tits as she pressed her cloth-covered vulva against his stiff cock. She moaned with pleasure as he licked and kissed her breasts.
I was going slowly inside Angela’s pussy. Her muscles gripped my head and shaft as I alternated between shallow-fucking her sensitive pussy mouth and diving deep.
Helen stared at us as she rolled her pelvis, humping Charlie’s stiff dick through the sheer fabric of her thong.
I kneaded Angela’s full breasts and pinched her hard little nipples as I increased my tempo. The bright light from the window illuminated our bodies. I looked down to watch my cock sliding in and out of her pussy, but the little puckered hole between her slowly rolling buttocks drew my attention. I felt an almost irresistible desire to pull out of my sister’s hot snatch and drive my swollen prick up her sexy tight asshole.
“God!” Angela muttered. She didn’t scream as she came. She growled instead, making a low-pitched sound like a lioness that vibrated her whole body.
Gripping her hips, I fucked Angela fast, keeping her cumming as we watched Helen scream, humping herself to orgasm against Charlie’s stiff cock. I thought about my penis plunging deep into Angela’s vagina. Her convulsing pussy walls were ready to suck my sperm-laden semen up into her uterus. My body was perfectly synchronized with hers, preparing to deliver my load at the optimum instant . . .
“Oh Sis!” I gasped as my first shot exploded deep in her snatch. I slammed into her, emptying my cock in a series of long pulses. We were screaming now, but it didn’t matter. Helen’s cries drowned us out.
“That was so good,” Angela whispered. My cock slipped out of her pussy when she rose to a kneeling position. I held her as we stared into the brightly-lighted bedroom.
Helen straddled Charlie, gripping his shoulders for support after her climax. “It’s time for another game,” she suddenly announced, jumping to her feet.
“I’ve got some new toys,” she said. There was a suitcase on the floor beside the bed. “Here’s the first one,” she added, reaching into the suitcase and producing a heavy leather blindfold.
“Go take a shower,” kadıköy escort bayan Helen commanded, handing Charlie the blindfold. “When you’re done, put this on and call me.”
As soon as the water started, Helen ran over to the open window. “You little fuckers!” she cried. “Get in here. Charlie won’t take long.” She kissed Angela and me thoroughly after we climbed in the window. “Go hide in the living room. We’ll give Charlie a real surprise.”
Helen dashed into the kitchen and opened the freezer. She put several ice cubes into a bowl and carried it into the bedroom.
Angela and I were stripped before the shower water stopped. Helen led the blindfolded man into the bedroom. As we watched from the hall, he lay spread-eagled as she tied him to the bed with silk scarves.
“This is going to be fun,” Helen purred as she removed her shiny black high-heeled pumps, negligee and thong. Naked except for her black thigh-high stockings, she took a long feather from the suitcase and climbed onto the bed.
Kneeling beside Charlie, facing Angela and me, Helen began running the feather over Charlie’s body. He squirmed at the delicate touch on his nose, forehead, cheeks, jaw, neck . . . down to his belly then back up his breastbone to tickle his nipples and aureoles . . . along his hips . . . between his thighs . . . finally teasing his tight balls and throbbing pre-cum slick cock.
“I could make my Toy Boy shoot right now,” Helen purred, setting the feather aside. Charlie writhed on the bed, straining against the silk scarves binding his wrists and ankles, as she squeezed his balls and stroked his swollen shaft. His cock-head was slippery with pre-cum. Helen ran her thumb and index finger rapidly over the slick smooth skin of his fat mushroom head, making him moan as she pushed him closer . . .
Helen suddenly released Charlie’s throbbing cock. “But I want to play more first,” she said, taking an ornate glass bottle from the nightstand. The smell of hot cinnamon filled the room as she dribbled oil from the bottle onto Charlie’s penis.
Angela and I were a few feet from the bed. She was in front, cupping her breasts and gently pinching her swollen nipples. I stood behind Angela with my arms wrapped around her stomach and my stiff prick pressed between her muscular buttocks. I was acutely aware of my cock-head touching her little puckered hole.
Straddling Charlie’s waist, Helen gripped his shaft and guided his oil-slick head to her big hard nipples, coating them with the fragrant fluid. “That’s right, Toy!” she gasped. He was working his pelvis, rubbing his shaft against her nipples. “Fuck my tits with your hot oily cock.” She pressed her breasts together, trapping Charlie’s tool.
I slipped a hand between Angela’s legs. She gasped and pushed her butt back against my stiff prick.
“Not yet, Toy Boy!” Helen cried, pulling her breasts away from Charlie’s crotch and rising to a kneeling position. His cock was stretched upwards along his belly, throbbing violently.
Helen stared at Charlie until it was clear he wasn’t going to shoot. “Good boy,” she said, kneeling between his legs. “Here’s another treat,” she added, taking one of the melting ice cubes from the bowl on the nightstand. He screamed and arched his back as she pressed the frozen cube against his balls.
Charlie moaned and thrashed on the bed as Helen rubbed the ice cube up and down his cock, over his balls and down toward his butt crack.
Angela was working her buttocks, humping my swollen pecker. I bent her over and pressed my cock-head against her puckered hole. She twisted away, shaking her head.
“My toy is so hot!” Helen exclaimed, keeping Charlie writhing on the bed with the ice cube. “Like an overheated greyhound! You know what I do to cool an overheated greyhound.” Charlie screamed and his penis throbbed as she stuck the ice cube up his ass.
“Shoot it, Toy!” Helen cried, sliding two fingers up Charlie’s ass and grabbing his dick. “Shoot your big cock!” He screamed as she ran rapid fingers up and down his oil-slick shaft and over his swollen mushroom head.
The cream sprayed from Charlie’s tip, splashing his chest and belly. Helen jacked him repeatedly, keeping him shooting until his pulses slowed to a trickle over her fingers.
“Good Toy!” Helen said when Charlie collapsed on the bed. She straddled his chest, kissing him passionately.
“I’m very happy with my Toy Boy tonight,” Helen said as she untied Charlie’s wrists and ankles. “Keep the blindfold on. I’ve got a surprise.”
Following Helen’s whispered instructions, Angela knelt behind Charlie’s head, letting her breasts hang down over his face. She moaned with pleasure as he sucked and fondled her heavy tits.
“Toy Boy, do you like my Baby Girl?” Helen asked. She was on hands and knees at the edge of the bed, with her pussy perfectly positioned. I moved behind her . . .
“Oh yeah!” Charlie replied.
“Then eat her!” Helen commanded. As Angela lowered her vulva escort maltepe onto Charlie’s face, I pushed my dick into Helen’s folds. “Fuck!” she gasped. “Baby Girl’s little brother is sliding his cock into my snatch!”
Charlie’s penis had softened after his explosive orgasm, but it was rock-hard even before Helen wrapped her hand around his shaft.
“Oh Fuck!” Angela moaned. She was kneading her tits and pinching her swollen nipples as she ground her crotch into Charlie’s face. “Your tongue deep in my cunt! . . . Oh! . . .” She screamed suddenly. “Yeah! . . . My clit! . . . Oh yeah, harder! . . .”
“Yeah Charlie!” I cried. “Finger-fuck my sister while you suck her clit! Make her cum while I fuck your wife!”
“Big Boy’s got a giant cock!” Helen moaned. “He’s driving it into my snatch . . . up to his balls!”
“Oh God!” Angela screamed, clamping Charlie’s head with her knees. “I’m cumming! . . .”
“Yeah, Toy Boy!” Helen cried, jerking Charlie’s stiff dick. “Make my Baby Girl come!”
Charlie kept Angela’s climax going with his fingers and mouth until she finally collapsed on the bed beside him, gasping for breath.
I continued driving my cock into Helen’s hot pussy, incredibly aroused but nowhere near orgasm. I didn’t mind when she suddenly said, “I need a break.” Pulling away, she kissed Charlie and Angela before climbing off the bed. She walked into the living room and didn’t come back.
“I think this game’s over,” Charlie said, removing the blindfold and rising to his knees. Angela was lying on her back. He looked up and down her lush body, admiring her strikingly beautiful face, big breasts, swollen nipples, flat belly, muscular body, and lingering on the thick black pubic hair, gleaming with juices, between her open legs.
Charlie and I were kneeling a few feet apart on the bed. He finally turned away from Angela to look over my slender athletic body and stiff cock. I was staring at Charlie’s hard-on. His dick was slightly shorter than my 6″ and his shaft was less thick. Our cock-heads had the same diameter, but his was more mushroom-shaped.
“What’s your name, Baby?” Charlie asked.
“Angela,” she answered. “Angela Menghini. This is my brother, Paul.”
He grinned. “I’m pleased to eat . . .” We all laughed. “Ur . . . MEET . . . you, Angela.” Charlie stared at my stiff prick for another long moment before looking into my eyes. “And Paul. You just screwed my wife. Are you ready to watch me fuck your sister?”
“I like watching,” I answered. “I’ve spied on Angela fucking her boyfriend and having sex with Helen.”
“Good!” he said. “I think I’m gonna like having an audience.”
“I’m ready, Charlie,” Angela said, spreading her legs wider. She lifted her knees as he knelt between her open thighs.
“Wait!” Helen cried, stepping back into the bedroom. “What’s the hurry, Baby Girl? You’ve already been fucked tonight.” Charlie’s eyes widened.
Helen looked at Charlie. “Yeah. Big Boy fucked Baby Girl while they were spying on us from the fire escape,” she said, reaching into the suitcase. “I watched him shoving his cock into her pussy while I was playing with you in the chair.
“Not only that,” Helen continued. “Angela and I caught him watching us a couple of days ago. He fucked both of us!”
Helen took out a complicated black leather harness, with two wide straps extending horizontally from a heavy leather plate, and a narrow strap hanging down. As I watched in fascination, she attached a small plastic vibrator to the narrow strap, switched it on and slipped it into her hot wet pussy.
“That’s good!” she whispered, standing still with her eyes closed, holding the vibrator and dangling harness in place with one hand as she kneaded her breasts and twisted her swollen nipples with the other. After a moment, she fastened the thick straps around her waist, pulling them down to circle her hips.
After adjusting the crotch strap, Helen fastened a flesh-colored 6″ cock-and-balls dildo to a finger extending from the leather plate. I stared in wonder at the woman with big breasts, a feminine face and body, and a lifelike erect penis protruding from her leather-clad crotch.
“Do it Charlie! Now!” Angela pleaded. As Helen and I watched, he buried his cock-head in her lush black pubic thatch. “Oh fuck yeah!” she moaned as Charlie’s shaft disappeared into her bush.
“Fuck her, Toy Boy!” Helen commanded She stood beside the bed, slowly jacking her artificial erection as she watched Charlie’s penis sliding in and out of Angela’s hot pink pussy.
I stepped behind Helen, pressing my stiff dick between her butt cheeks and gripping her breasts. “Not now,” she said, pulling away and climbing onto the bed behind Charlie. “Toy Boy comes first!”
Helen applied a thin line of scented oil to her finger. Charlie moaned with pleasure as she slipped the lubricated finger up his asshole.
“Oh Fuck!” Angela whispered. “Charlie, your cock feels so good inside my hot pussy!” He was kneeling between Angela’s raised thighs, slowly fucking her. Helen worked her slick finger in and out of his crack, occasionally adding more oil.
“Toy Boy’s going to get fucked, too!” Helen announced, lubricating the dildo and pressing its head between her husband’s rolling buttocks.
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