When I say I 'm an absolute animal, that is in no way a compliment to my ego. I mean it in the most erratum and provocative gumption. I 'm an absolute fucking animal. A deviate. And in no way do I merit to breathe in the same beautiful O that convention, SANE people breathe in. Since coming to age, I 've managed to ... ... well ... ... I do n't need to lean everything I 've done and smash the story for you guys, now do I ? I 'll try not the time out the fourth wall the best I can, and just go from the very get-go, yeah ? Well ... .cue flashback.

See, I did n't receive the best puerility. My parents divorced in the middle of my coming to age, and I was left with not much more than an above norm sized cock to jerk off 3 meter a day with, a naive sweetheart of an honest-to-god sister, and two fiddling pricks that I called sidekick.

Our parents were awful 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 lack of better terminal figure, was a bit of a lady of pleasure. And not even the kind that was paid either. She struggled to fill up the hole that was burst wide open up by our dad deserting us for drugs and a 21 year old stripper. To replete said hole, she ... .well ... filled her cakehole. By a multitude of men, constantly varying in size, color, and desktop. Not that you can blame these guy cable, either. The one redeeming quality of our mom was her tit. In a non creepy, creepy-crawly way, she had absolutely phenomenal knocker. DD. Perky, while drooping slightly due to the weight, and beautiful half-dollar sized areolas that blended I 'm perfectly to her creamy milk jug. How do I know ? I did n't spy on her during one of her drunken, whoring escapade, that 's for sure. Moving on.

By the time I turned 18, I had about had it with my stream spot. My sis had been in a steady relationship nearing 5 eld, and I was bingle and prepare to go far away from my job. The four of us siblings, as well as our mom lived in upper berth Texas, close to Oklahoma. And it seemed as though my sister had her fill of the stream lifetime as well.

She approached me one good afternoon :

'' Say bro, I just got a call from Abuela, and she has some room usable at their office. 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 state, 800 miles away from where we were. Our grandparents had two family that sat on an Akko of land. Known to us as only abuelo and Abuela ( Spanish roots ), they had rented one family out until recently, but had two bedrooms, a bathroom, living elbow room and kitchen open up for our use, so long as we paid public-service corporation every other calendar month.

It was n't long until I found a job as a cook for a small restaurant, my sister, Carol, was working as a bartender, and her boyfriend at a local hardware store. The job of bartender suited my sister. She was extremely cute and very charming. She also possessed certain plus that made her nice lead every Night. Her chest were enormous. She had recently hit DDD, and was very blockheaded in all the right places. She had wide hips and VERY thick second joint. Maybe 180 ? But she carried it immaculately. It was n't like a fat 180. You would n't ever venture she was 180, is what I 'm saying. Moving on. She had long, curly black haircloth 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 baby, but lawful art deserves recognition. And believe me, her physical structure was truly a piece of work of art.

I got nursing home from piece of work late one Nox, knowing that my Sister and her boyfriend were probably domicile already. This was evidenced by my seeing their car as I pulled onto the lot. I was tired from a long shift and did n't intend to rap or work sure everyone was becoming as I entered the living room.

Dropping my keys and wallet onto an end table, I heard medicine coming from my baby 's bedroom. Some Celine Dion turd. But in between songs, a much more interesting audio came to be. moan. Loud moans that were hardly being muffled.

Why are the moans so flashy, I wondered ? I 'm sure as shooting they had had sex many times without my listening, so why tonight ? I made my way down the darken hallway and noticed a deliquium, erect light source striptease illuminating the storey. The door was slightly ajar. No marvel I could hear every slap. Every moan. Every gasp.

peculiarity got the best of me as I peeked my head into the room. And there was my sis. Her head being mushed into the mattress as her creamy, bone, bare, sweat-oiled ass was high up into the air. Her beautifully luscious mammilla carried the majority of her weight, as they formed giant battercake between her chest and the mattress. Her boyfriend was behind her, delivering every apoplexy with a sense of desperation, like he was on his last legs.

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

She 's going to be disappointed, I thought to myself. He was as deeply as possible. Making up for his lack of size with potent strokes that created overweight wavelet in her ass and back.

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

'' Baby, please ... I..I 'm getting close '', he managed to whisper in between strokes

'' DO IT ! filling ME UP WITH ALL YOUR JUICES ! '' She gritted through her dentition

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

'' HERE IT cum ! IM CUMMMIIINNG ! ! '' Her boyfriend, Joe, screamed as he emptied all of his seminal fluid into my sister, each ticker being carried by a tacky gasp between the two of them.

He leaned and fell backwards onto the bed as my sister 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 atrocious erection through my trunks. I continued peering in, seeing what would unfold next.

Something was n't quite right.

There lie Joe, completely dog-tired, as my sister just stared at him, almost as if he had wronged her in some way. He was clearly asleep already. She seemed dubitable, almost puzzlingly distressed. She cleaned herself up, wrapped herself in a robe and headed towards the door.

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

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

'' Right about the clip of the picayune coda to y'alls display ''

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

'' I 'm so no-account ! '' Her brass reddened with her whimper, `` if I would 've known you were household ... ''

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

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

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

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

'' Obviously. You just got fucked silly and you seem pestered. I would assume it 's middling 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 berry and we sat down in the living room, her, being covered by only a satin opus of textile that you could call a robe, and I, fully clothed, minus my brake shoe.

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

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

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

'' Carol ... .im ... I 'm so sorry '' I half bemock, as I put a handwriting on her articulatio humeri

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

'' wellspring what is it ? Is it his size ? ''

'' sort of, I guess. I dunno. Most nights he seems, form of fragile. Almost afraid. I always have to take bearing. ''

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

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

'' Well, then try to be sexy, you know ? shew a little bit of skin, but hold it back some. Do n't show too practically, but just enough to excite him. '' I said.

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

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

Oh, how I do make love. I rarely fanticized after my elderberry bush babe, but after tonight, I saw her in a whole new Inner Light. After being fucked desperately, here she was, pleading to me, upset that she is n't fucked well enough. Just the mentation made my loins jump. My eyes made their way to her chest, as the robe had opened up substantially.

I could almost see the darker tint of her tit peeking through the sides. A trickle of perspiration traced her neck and disappeared into the valley between her two creamy boob, 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 eyes locked.

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

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

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

She leaned forward to get off the couch when her robe rode up her fat ass. For a second, her bare, shaven, freshly fucked puss, stood a mere three feet away from me, staring deep into my soul. The sass were perfectly smushed together by her thick, milky asscheecks. A perfectly wet, knock hotdog bun formed and it was simply sassing watering. I could reek it 's aroma filling the air as my head began to spin around. Something had snapped. Something was untimely.

She took two stairs forward, heading towards her elbow room when I dashed up and pinned her, breast first, into the wall. I reached around and grabbed her by her sweaty pharynx.

'' You want bold, you little slut ? I 'll grant you bold. ''

She gasped out loud as I grabbed her by her curly hair's-breadth and wrapped it around my knuckles. I pulled hard towards the couch, throwing her to the ground right in front of the sofa. In a swift motion with the early hired man, i reach through my underdrawers and yanked out my careen concentrated pecker, which was now a personal-record 8 inches and slapped her right down the middle of her face with it.

She stared up at it, mesmerized. My balls rested right on her chin as my dig made it 's way atop of her sexy, pink backtalk, up her nose, in between her eyes, and the head of my hammer rested on her forhead. She continued staring for a foresighted while. It seemed like an eternity. The household was completely silent other than the very faint snoring coming from her way.

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

Using the the frame as a brace for her head, I shoved my cock deep into her warm, inviting mouth, desperately trying to make my way down her throat. It seemed, however, that my girth would give it impossible, as I could only smash the back of her throat and palatine tonsil, causing her to gag ferociously with every mystifying push.

She was pushing hard on my thighs, trying to create just a bit of space for her to breathe. I was pumping hard into her throat, cupping her jaw with one hand and pulling her capitulum back by her hair with the other. spit was pouring out of her slutty, violated mouth like a falls, trickling down my balls and onto her tits, reminding me of the glorious pulp mounds that I might as well fix mine, in this whole outgrowth.

I pulled out my veiny, diamond-feeling cock from her pharynx in one swift motion, a trail of spit and foam coming with it. My sister could only manage a very mysterious breath as I reached down and ripped her gown open, exposing her creamy fat tit for my oculus to junket upon.

They were complete. Huge and only slightly gravitation pulled. Her areolas were almost bologna sized and her nipples stood out, hard, almost like pencil erasers. Her milky breasts were coated from top to bottom in saliva and made them shine beautifully.

'' Sam pleas- '' she yelped, as I interrupted her by pulling heavily on her nipples. I pinched them with the index finger and pollex of both helping hand and lifted upwards, letting only the gravity create a small pain for her. Her eyes began to tear up, and her face began to crimson.

She winced in annoyance but looked up at me with lecherousness filled eyes. I knew this was what she needed. I stuffed her awaiting throat with more prick as I pinched and pulled at her hard nipples. She would screech, moan and gag all at the same 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 jerk hard on her whisker, jerking her up off the background. She stood up for only adequate sentence to be thrown back yet again, this meter, face first into the back of the couch.

Through all this apparent movement, I kept my middle fixated on her ass, looking closely as it jiggled gloriously with every hard motility. There she lie, her ass in the air, human face in the lounge. I grabbed her hair's-breadth with my left and hired man and smashed her face deeper into the couch to mute her screeching as I took my rightfield and began furiously rubbing her wet snatch, my middle finger and ring finger making their way to her tender piddling clitoris.

She squealed and squirmed rapidly as I stormed her fleshy pussy, making sure to really torture her clit as best I could. Every meter she would try to push up and away from me, I 'd simply over powerfulness her and dash her head deeper into the couch. She was at my clemency, cumming desperately as I tortured her sopping pussy. I did n't let up either, only moving my two fingers from her clitoris to the inside of her kitty-cat, finding her g slur 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 soundbox began to oscillate uncontrollably as liquid state began gushing out of her slutty sex. Her ramification gave out and her completely organic structure slumped forward, her face falling towards the bottom cushion of the couch, knees to chest, ass still in the air.

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

I gave my manus a good spit and I rubbed it all over the head of my now 8 and a half inch hawkshaw. I eased it right at her entree, wiping her wet slit down its duration with my dent head.

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

I chuckled darkly as I filled her wet kitty-cat up in one fluid stroke. Her ass rippling hard all the way to the middle of her backrest.

'' OOOOOH FUCK ! ! ! ! '' She screamed out flashy, cumming all over my hard cock.

'' In the first stroke ? Really big sis ? I thought you were a little bit tougher than that ... '' I taunted, before slamming a few more hard accident into her.

She was extremely tight. Almost as if no cock had ever reached this mysterious inside of her. I pounded away at her hitch organic structure, furiously, the solely signs of life coming from her in manikin of orgasms, gripping my cock in a fleshy, warmly bench vise for a few bit before letting me detached to Ezra Pound at her some more.

I was intentionally being meretricious, not caring if her boyfriend found me fucking his love silly. She was in a trance. Completely weightless as her sole physical 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 orgasms at XII. I was getting to the edge once again, as the mass from the ass riffle were pushing me to my threshold.

'' Get ready, you little slovenly woman. I 'm about to discharge 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 substantial as ever as I emptied shot after smoking hot shot of cum deep inside her pussy.

I stayed inside her for maybe a minute of arc more before I pulled out of her with one nimble POP. I looked down at her soaked, abused pussy as my cum began to trickle out and down her meaty second joint.

'' What a little slut '' I said, in an almost profane voice. `` Clean yourself up. ''

I reached over to the arm of the chair 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 elbow room, wet from my stomach to my knees.

The succeeding morning I woke up to the smell of a delicious pancake breakfast, the fragrance of bacon and maple syrup filling the air, much like her kitty did only twelve hours before. I made my way into the kitchen to see a very happy Carol, in a cunning little apron, manning the range.

'' Good morning Baby pal ! '' She beamed at me, `` I hope you are hungry ! ''

Joe was looking down at his shell, while carol sat my denture down onto the mesa and leaned over it. She was wearing a white button up garb shirt, with clearly no bra. Her cleavage was almost drool-worthy from my stand, the sweat from her hard workplace coating the flesh of her breast in an amazing shine. She began shaking her monumental tits from English to side.

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

Thanks so much for reading, guy wire ! Let me know in the scuttlebutt what y'all think, if there should be More, and what our main part should do in the future ! Possibly more to occur,

SamBull