When I say I 'm an absolute animal, that is in no way a compliment to my ego. I mean it in the most literal and provocative horse sense. I 'm an absolute fucking creature. A deviant. And in no way do I deserve to breathe in the same beautiful atomic number 8 that normal, SANE people breathe in. Since coming to age, I 've managed to ... ... well ... ... I do n't want to list everything I 've done and bankrupt the story for you bozo, now do I ? I 'll try not the break the fourth wall the best I can, and just commence from the very beginning, yeah ? Well ... .cue flashback.

See, I did n't have the full childhood. My parents divorced in the centre of my coming to age, and I was left with not much More than an above average sized cock to jerk off 3 times a day with, a naive looker of an honest-to-goodness Sister, and two small pricks that I called Brother.

Our parents were direful to say the to the lowest degree. Our dad was surely roaming the streets begging for money somewhere ( heroine is a Hell of a drug ), and our mom, for want of better terms, was a bit of a bawd. And not even the kind that was paid either. She struggled to sate the hole that was salvo wide undecided by our dad deserting us for drugs and a 21 yr old stripper. To fill said hole, she ... .well ... filled her trap. By a multitude of men, constantly varying in size, color, and ground. Not that you can blame these guy, either. The one redeeming quality of our mom was her tits. In a non creepy, creepy way, she had absolutely phenomenal tits. DD. Perky, while drooping slightly due to the weight, and beautiful half-dollar sized ring of color that blended I 'm perfectly to her creamy Milk River jugful. How do I bang ? I did n't spy on her during one of her drunken, whoring escapades, that 's for trusted. Moving on.

By the time I turned 18, I had about had it with my current office. My sister had been in a stabilize relationship nearing 5 old age, and I was single and set up to move far away from my job. The four of us siblings, as well as our mom lived in upper berth TX, close to Oklahoma. And it seemed as though my Sister had her fill of the current lifespan as well.

She approached me one good afternoon :

'' Say bro, I just got a call from Abuela, and she has some room available at their blank space. They want to know if we want to head down there ? ''

'' Fuck yeah ! '' I replied.

And suddenly, we were making our way to the most southern tip of the Armadillo Department of State, 800 miles away from where we were. Our grandparents had two houses that sat on an acre of land. Known to us as only abuelo and Abuela ( Spanish etymon ), they had rented one mansion out until recently, but had two chamber, a bathroom, living room and kitchen open up for our use, so long as we paid public utility company every other month.

It was n't long until I found a job as a cook for a pocket-size eating place, my sister, carol, was working as a bartender, and her beau at a local hardware store. The job of bartender suited my sister. She was extremely cunning and very charming. She also possessed sealed asset that made her skillful lead every night. Her breasts were tremendous. She had recently hit DDD, and was very thick in all the ripe places. She had broad hips and VERY thick thighs. Maybe 180 ? But she carried it immaculately. It was n't like a fat 180. You would n't ever guess she was 180, is what I 'm saying. Moving on. She had long, curly black whisker that reached down to her mid back. It was as if her hair was pointing directly to her deliciously fat, juicy ass that was normally accentuated by tights.

I know, I 'm being very deive when it comes to my Sister, but dead on target art deserves recognition. And believe me, her physical structure was truly a work of art.

I got domicile from work late one night, knowing that my sister and her boyfriend were probably home already. This was evidenced by my seeing their car as I pulled onto the lot. I was tired from a long transmutation and did n't think to knock or micturate indisputable everyone was decent as I entered the livelihood way.

Dropping my keys and wallet onto an end table, I heard music coming from my sister 's sleeping room. Some Celine Dion hoot. But in between birdcall, a much more interesting sound came to be. Moans. Loud moan that were hardly being muffled.

Why are the groan so gimcrack, I wondered ? I 'm sure they had had sex many clock time without my hearing, so why tonight ? I made my way down the darkened hallway and noticed a swoon, vertical light strip illuminating the floor. The door was slightly ajar. No wonder I could get a line every smack. Every groan. Every gasp.

Curiosity got the adept of me as I peeked my head into the room. And there was my sister. Her head being mushed into the mattress as her creamy, bone, bare, sweat-oiled ass was high up into the air. Her beautifully luscious pap carried the legal age of her weight, as they formed monster hotcake between her breast and the mattress. Her boyfriend was behind her, delivering every stroke with a sense of despair, like he was on his last legs.

'' Deeper, PLEEEEEASE ! ! ``, She screamed, as her pleads turned into groan and back again.

She 's going to be disappointed, I thought to myself. He was as deep as possible. Making up for his lack of sizing with powerful strokes that created sarcoid ripples in her ass and back.

She dug her nails into the shroud and started smashing back into the wretched guy, seeming as if she was trying to enfeeble every bit of juice from him.

'' babe, please ... I..I 'm getting close '', he managed to whisper in between apoplexy

'' DO IT ! FILL ME UP WITH ALL YOUR succus ! '' She gritted through her teeth

She continued to smash her fat ass against his probably bruised, 150 pound-frame-carrying pelvis, the riffle in her ass becoming increasingly prominent.

'' Here IT COMES ! IM CUMMMIIINNG ! ! '' Her young man, Joe, screamed as he emptied all of his come into my sister, each pump being carried by a flash gasp between the two of them.

He leaned and fell backwards onto the bed as my sis sat up and reached for some wipe to clean the both of them up. Obviously, I had n't been heard yet, as I was quietly rubbing my dreadful erecting through my shorts. I continued peering in, seeing what would unfold side by side.

Something was n't quite right.

There lie Joe, completely spent, as my Sister just stared at him, almost as if he had wronged her in some way. He was clearly asleep already. She seemed dubious, almost puzzlingly disorder. She cleaned herself up, wrapped herself in a robe and headed towards the threshold.

I had just sufficiency time to silently run away and make my way to the icebox, seeming as if I was looking for a collation as she snuck up behind me.

'' Hey bro, when'did you get home ? ''

'' Right about the time of the little finish to y'alls show ''

She blushed hard, as she self consciously folded her arms across her fleshy pectus, covering the beautiful cleavage that i had been staring at me since we began talking.

'' I 'm so sorry ! '' Her cheek reddened with her whine, `` if I would 've known you were home ... ''

'' Hahaha do n't worry about me ! '' I reassured her. `` It 's pretty obvious, that after five Years, you guys WOULD be fucking, I would hope ''

'' Heh, I guess so '' she almost whispered.

'' What 's haywire ? '' I asked, knowing that something was on her mind

'' Well ... It 's somewhat personal, Sam. ''

'' Obviously. You just got fucked silly and you seem pestered. I would assume it 's moderately personal ''

'' Well ... .that 's just it. I was n't fucked silly. I have n't been. Like at all '' she confessed.

I figured this was about the time I turn into the gay friend and have her talk to me. I made us some coffee and we sat down in the living room, her, being covered by only a satin piece of cloth that you could call in a robe, and I, fully clothed, minus my shoes.

'' Well ... go ahead. Lets talk. '' I pushed as I took a sip of my coffee

'' Sam, me and Joe have been together for 5 class now. We 've been fucking for 3. I 've cum twice, Sam. TWICE `` She gritted through her dentition.

I was wide-eyed in awe. I was a bit of a smut connoisseur, and had already had my fair share of partner. Four to be accurate. All of whom came usually four to five multiplication to my one. The straight pleasure of sex is creating pleasance, after all. And here was my beautiful, lovely, chesty, aphrodisiacal sister, telling me that she rarely received any pleasure. I almost teared up.

'' Carol ... .im ... I 'm so good-for-naught '' I half mocked, as I put a hand on her shoulder

'' Oh, fuck off ! '' She retorted. `` He 's a good guy, he just ... you know ... He finishes pretty quick. And to be honest, he 's just not all that heavy, when he does finally. ''

'' Well what is it ? Is it his sizing ? ''

'' form of, I guess. I dunno. Most nights he seems, form of fragile. Almost afraid. I always have to adopt electric charge. ''

'' That 's it then ! '' I exclaimed. `` Let him take charge, once. Seduce him and have him acquire control for once ''

'' That 's the affair ... '' She replied, `` I ca n't really seduce. It 's always just me jumping his castanets, really ''

'' Well, then try to be sexy, you know ? Show a little bit of skin, but hold it back some. Do n't bear witness too often, but just enough to turn on him. '' I said.

She seemed worried. Her chocolate-browned eyes were a tad glassy, like she was about to buck up. She really wanted this to work, but how ? If she 's only cum twice in three long time, is just trading places going to be enough, I wondered ?

'' I do n't cognise sam '' she almost whined in her silken voice, `` he just does n't appear like that type of guy, you know ? ''

Oh, how I do recognize. I rarely fanticized after my elder baby, but after tonight, I saw her in a whole new light source. After being fucked desperately, here she was, pleading to me, upset that she is n't fucked well enough. Just the thought made my loin jump. My oculus made their way to her chest, as the robe had opened up substantially.

I could almost see the darker tincture of her nipples peeking through the position. A trickle of sweat traced her neck and disappeared into the valley between her two creamy tits, almost taunting me. Her chest was heaving, as if her breathing was picking up. I looked up to notice her staring back at me, as our centre locked.

'' Getting a bit bold, are we, little bro ? '' She teased.

You do n't want to see me bluff, I thought.

'' Well it 's getting previous '' she said, taking my attention away from her boob again, '' I should get some rest ''

She leaned forward to get off the lounge when her robe rode up her fat ass. For a second, her bare, shaven, freshly fucked twat, stood a mere three feet away from me, staring deep into my soul. The lips were perfectly smushed together by her thick, milky asscheecks. A perfectly wet, pink wienerwurst bun formed and it was simply mouth watering. I could smell it 's aroma filling the air as my head began to spin. Something had snapped. Something was damage.

She took two steps forward, heading towards her elbow room when I dashed up and pinned her, tits first, into the bulwark. I reached around and grabbed her by her sweaty throat.

'' You want sheer, you little hussy ? I 'll give you bold. ''

She gasped out loud as I grabbed her by her curly hair and wrapped it around my brass knuckles. I pulled hard towards the sofa, throwing her to the ground right in front of the sofa. In a Jonathan Swift motion with the other hand, i reach through my shorts and yanked out my tilt grueling cock, which was now a personal-record 8 in and slapped her right down the middle of her case with it.

She stared up at it, mesmerized. My balls rested right on her chin as my shaft made it 's way atop of her sexy, pink back talk, up her olfactory organ, in between her eyes, and the head of my cock rested on her forhead. She continued staring for a foresightful while. It seemed like an eternity. The planetary house was completely dumb former than the very faint snoring coming from her room.

'' Wow. '' Was all she could superintend before I once again ran out of patience.

Using the the couch as a yoke for her head, I shoved my cock deep into her warm, inviting rima oris, desperately trying to make my way down her throat. It seemed, however, that my cinch would piss it impossible, as I could only smash the backbone of her throat and tonsils, causing her to gag ferociously with every deep knife thrust.

She was pushing hard on my thighs, trying to create just a bit of quad for her to pass off. I was pumping hard into her throat, cupping her jaw with one script and pulling her question back by her hair with the other. spittle was pouring out of her slutty, violated mouth like a waterfall, trickling down my balls and onto her tits, reminding me of the splendid flesh mounds that I might as well pull in mine, in this totally process.

I pulled out my veiny, diamond-feeling cock from her pharynx in one swift gesture, a trail of spit and foam coming with it. My baby could only manage a very deep breather as I reached down and ripped her robe open, exposing her creamy fat titties for my eye to feast upon.

They were thoroughgoing. Huge and only slightly graveness pulled. Her areolas were almost bologna sized and her mammilla stood out, hard, almost like pencil erasers. Her milky knocker were coated from top to bottom in saliva and made them smoothen beautifully.

'' Sam pleas- '' she yelped, as I interrupted her by pulling hard on her nipple. I pinched them with the index finger and thumb of both hands and lifted upwards, letting only the gravitation create a piffling pain for her. Her eyes began to tear up, and her font began to flush.

She winced in pain in the ass but looked up at me with luxuria filled eyes. I knew this was what she needed. I stuffed her awaiting throat with more than gumshoe as I pinched and pulled at her grueling teat. She would squeak, moan and gag all at the Lapp time, saliva still pouring all over us.

I was getting very close very fast, but i knew that I already had gone very far, and probably would not get this chance again. I once again yanked hard on her hair, jerking her up off the footing. She stood up for only plenty time to be thrown back yet again, this meter, face first into the back of the sofa.

Through all this move, I kept my eyes fixated on her ass, looking closely as it jiggled gloriously with every hard move. There she lie, her ass in the air, face in the couch. I grabbed her hair with my left and hand and smashed her side deeper into the couch to dull her screaming as I took my right and began furiously rubbing her wet slit, my middle finger and annulus digit making their way to her sensitive little button.

She squealed and squirmed rapidly as I stormed her fleshy pussy, making sure to really torture her button as Charles Herbert Best I could. Every sentence she would try to push up and away from me, I 'd simply over tycoon her and ruin her headspring deeper into the sofa. She was at my mercy, cumming desperately as I tortured her sopping snatch. I did n't let up either, only moving my two fingers from her clit to the inside of her slit, finding her g touch quickly and rapidly digging it with them.

She let out a low loud moan that echoed thought the living room.

'' OOOOOOoooooooooohhhhhhhhh fuck ! '' She screamed into the cushion. Her physical structure began to vibrate uncontrollably as liquidity began gushing out of her slutty sex. Her pegleg gave out and her hale consistency slumped forward, her face falling towards the posterior cushion of the couch, genu to chest, ass still in the air.

She was wilted, but breathing deeply, her pussy glistening in the light.

I gave my hand a good spittle and I rubbed it all over the forefront of my now 8 and a half inch gumshoe. I eased it right at her entrance, wiping her wet slit down its length with my prick head.

'' ..S-Sam ple-please ... .. '' She gasped out.

I chuckled darkly as I filled her wet cunt up in one fluid stroking. Her ass rippling hard all the way to the midriff of her vertebral column.

'' OOOOOH screw ! ! ! ! '' She screamed out brassy, cumming all over my hard cock.

'' In the first stroke ? Really big sis ? I thought you were a trivial bit tough than that ... '' I taunted, before slamming a few more surd strokes into her.

She was extremely soaked. Almost as if no cock had ever reached this deep interior of her. I pounded away at her hitch body, furiously, the only polarity of life-time coming from her in form of coming, gripping my hammer in a fleshy, quick vise for a few seconds before letting me free to pound at her some more.

I was intentionally being loud, not caring if her fellow found me fucking his sexual love silly. She was in a trance. Completely weightless as her lone forcible motions were caused by me smashing into her fat, milky ass from behind.

It went on like this for various more minutes, and I stopped counting her climax at twelve. I was getting to the edge once again, as the survey from the ass ripples were pushing me to my brink.

'' Get ready, you little hussy. I 'm about to abandon all my cum into your womb ''

'' S-sam please ... .You C-ca n't '' she quietly whined, `` what if I get PREGNAAAAAAAANNNTT ! ! ! ''

She came as warm as ever as I emptied shot after smoking hot guess of cum oceanic abyss inside her pussy.

I stayed inside her for maybe a moment to a greater extent before I pulled out of her with one ready POP. I looked down at her soaked, abused snatch as my cum began to trickle out and down her meaty thigh.

'' What a piddling jade '' I said, in an almost debase voice. `` clean house yourself up. ''

I reached over to the arm of the chairwoman next to us and grabbed a beach towel that had been draped over it, and threw it on top of her back, before I turned away from her and headed towards my room, wet from my tum to my knees.

The next morning I woke up to the feeling of a yummy flannel-cake breakfast, the smell of Sir Francis Bacon and maple sirup filling the air, much like her pussy did only twelve hours before. I made my way into the kitchen to see a very well-chosen Christmas carol, in a cute footling apron, manning the stove.

'' Good morning child Brother ! '' She beamed at me, `` I hope you are thirsty ! ''

Joe was looking down at his plate, while carol sat my plate down onto the tabular array and leaned over it. She was wearing a Andrew Dickson White clit up dress shirt, with clearly no bra. Her cleavage was almost drool-worthy from my standpoint, the sweat from her hard workplace coating the flesh of her tit in an amazing shine. She began shaking her monumental bosom from side to side.

'' Eat up '', she said with a wink.

Thanks so much for reading, cat ! Let me know in the comments what y'all think, if there should be More, and what our main character should do in the future ! Possibly more to come,

SamBull