Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“I was pretty out of it,” she admits, pushing her nipple closer to his mouth. “I remember how blissful it felt at the end; like fireworks were going off deep inside of me, shooting pleasure rockets all through my body.” Her pussy is starting to send arousal signals to her now as she rocks her tits against her brother’s face.

“Yeah,” Paul agrees, “that pretty much sums it up.” His lips brush her sensitive nipple as he speaks. “I’m so sorry,” he says trying to move away from her.

“Don’t,” she says, pulling his face back to her tits. “We’re already cursed, right?” she laughs.

“What do you mean?” he asks, wondering what she could be thinking.

“I mean, we’re cursed whether we did it once or more than once, right?” she asks, her pussy anxiously wanting that blissful feeling again. She’s opening and closing her legs, rubbing her thighs together.

“Sharon!” Paul exclaims, sitting up abruptly, and pulling back from her. “Do you realize what you’re saying? We’ve sinned! We’ve committed incest! We’re cursed!” He shakes his head, and stares at his sister’s naked body, her hard nipples drawing his eyes to her firm, young tits. His cock betrays his outrage, stiffening at the sight of her glistening pussy lips surrounded by her matted pubic hair.

“If we have to do penance for something sinful, I should at least be able to remember it!” she retorts, staring at his cock as it hardens before her eyes.

“Wow! That whole thing was inside me?” she asks, moving closer to watch his cock growing more erect.

“Sharon!” he says, trying unsuccessfully to cover himself, “this isn’t a game.”

“I know,” she says, seriously. “But you are going to spend the rest of your life worried that you took advantage of me while I was high on some aphrodisiac powder. You think this is all your fault.” She reaches for his hard cock.

“We are both to blame,” she continues, wrapping her fingers around his thick shaft. “We are both cursed,” she says, stroking her hand up and down the length of him, “and I want to know what this feels like, before I start doing penance.” She pushes him down on his back while her hand continues to stroke his cock.

“Sharon,” Paul moans as his body responds to her touch. He should be strong and tell her to stop but it feels so damn good! He watches his sister’s tits bounce gently as she swings her leg over him. She’s right; they are already cursed.

“This was all inside of me, huh?” she asks, laughing nervously as she positions her wet pussy over his fully erect cock. “Okay, here goes,” she smiles and lowers herself onto her brother’s thick shaft. Paul just watches, mesmerized by how her lips stretch to accommodate his girth. When the wet heat of her labia engulfs his cockhead, he sighs heavily, leaning back and closing his eyes. Absolutely heavenly!

“Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhhh!” Sharon moans as she pushes more and more of her brother’s big beautiful cock into her enflamed pussy. It feels like nothing she’s ever imagined. So full… so tantalizing… so completely beyond description. When her wet pussy lips finally touch the base of his cock, she stops moving and squeezes her vaginal muscles as she squirms around to get comfortable.

“Ohmygod! Sharon!” Paul cries, his eyes bulging at the sight of his sister impaled on his throbbing cock. He instinctively reaches for her tits, caressing and teasing as she starts rocking back and forth. All thoughts of penance are forgotten as the siblings lose themselves in the pleasure of their forbidden love.

Sharon rides him like a wild woman, bouncing so frantically on her brother’s cock that she almost bounces off. Her drenched pussy flies all the way to the tip before slamming down around his shaft, sending shivers of pleasure throughout their bodies.

“Oh Paul!” she cries but her brother can’t hear her over his own moans. Paul has never dreamed of anything remotely close to this. The pleasure is excruciating and he is about to burst. His sister’s fiery pussy continues to assault his throbbing cock and he squeezes her tits tightly as he jerks his hips off the bed.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“Oh! Sharon!” Paul screams as she drives them both to explosive, rocket launching orgasms. She clamps her vaginal muscles around his cock as it spasms inside of her, spewing its hot liquid into her pulsating hole.

Collapsing on his chest, Sharon kisses her brother passionately as she bathes in the blissful afterglow of her release, unaware that it may be the last orgasm of her life.

Sharon spends several days trying to seduce her brother into more incestuous lovemaking but Paul refuses any further advances, admonishing her for wanting to live a sinful life.

True to his word, Paul does his research and uses the convoluted logic that has been drummed into him since childhood to arrive at the appropriate penance. Neither one of them, he explains to Sharon, can ever enjoy sex again. They can marry and fornicate for procreation but they can never again experience the blissful feelings they achieved during their incestuous sins.

They vow their penance to each other, Paul changes his major from theology to business and they never speak of it again.

When Sharon returns to her bed, Tim is sleeping peacefully. She slides in on her side of the bed, wishing that for just one night she could forgo her vow. But she is strong and unwilling to bring her curse onto her husband.

As she lies next to him, she remembers the scripture her brother cited so long ago. “If a woman profane herself by playing the whore, she shall be burnt with fire. Leviticus 21:9.” He also added. “A man shall not take a wife that is a whore, or is profane. Leviticus 21:7.” As she falls asleep, she renews her vow; she will not be a whore, Tim doesn’t deserve to be cursed.

In the weeks following the dinner party, his sister-in-law starts occupying most of Tim’s sexual fantasies. Every Sunday at church, Rhonda smiles and winks at him from across the aisle. He can’t tell if it’s his imagination or if she’s actually flirting with him. He thinks his fantasies are making him read more into her smile than she intends. At the next family dinner, he makes sure to go out on the deck again, hoping she’ll join him. Several minutes later he’s not disappointed.

“How’s it going?” she asks, raising her eyebrows as he lights her cigarette. “Any luck in breaking through the sexual inhibitions?” she asks without preamble.

“Uh… no,” he answers, staring at her. “How about you?” The more he sees Rhonda, the more appealing she looks. Tonight she’s wearing a tight skirt that shows off her firm round ass cheeks and a pull over blouse stretched across her ample tits.

“The same,” she says. “He’s so gentle and caring, but sometimes a girl needs more, you know?”

“Yeah,” he whispers, wondering where this is going. Tim has always liked Rhonda, but they’ve never had a conversation like this before. Maybe she’s as frustrated as he is and wants someone to confide in.

“I don’t want to leave him but I don’t want to live like a nun either,” she says. “It’s not that I don’t get propositioned. I could cheat in a heartbeat, but there’s no one that I’m interested in or trust enough…” Her voice trails off.