April Fools Sibling Competition - Sex Stories

April Fools Sibling Competition

... whined, "Stop, sis, you are making it worse.

Gasping, Diane moaned, "It's right on my clit." James' cock twitched, "Move, please," Diane begged.

James had done all he could. He had bent his knees to lower himself, but it wasn't enough. There just wasn't enough room. He was hard as a rock watching the spectacle going on outside the box and from the sensations of his naked sister squirming on the inside of the box.

"Stop squirming," he begged as his sister went into panic mode, and squirming almost enough to betray their presence suddenly stopped.

Her eyes went wide as saucers, she catch-breathed, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. All James could do was close his eyes and bow his head.

"You're inside me," she gasped.

"Put your fuck stick in me," Mrs. Lambert wailed, apparently not too concerned with how loud she was.

Mr. Lambert was accommodating because he rubbed his cock on her pussy a couple of times and buried the thing in Mrs. Lambert. Mrs. Lambert went wild, humping with vigor, matching Mr. Lambert's stroke for stroke.

"Oh, Babe, your pussy is so tight," he moaned and lifted her butt as she lifted her legs, clasping him around his hips.

"Fuck me, Will, fuck me," Mrs. Lambert replied.

Soon the slap, slap, slap of a very intense fuck of a soppy wet pussy filled the air.

"Get it out, please," Diane whined.

"I can't," James replied. "I've tried."

"Dad," they heard.

Mr. Lambert and Mrs. Lambert froze mid-thrust, "What, ...

... Bill?"

"You gonna turn on the air conditioning? It is hot as hell in here," he called out.

"Just about to," Mr. Lambert said, lowering his wife and kneeling again to the box.

Within seconds, he flipped the lever, and a hum came from the heat exchanger.

Then, the fan began to spin slowly, picking up speed.

"There, Bill, it's on," Mr. Lambert said. "Ok, Dad," Bill replied.

In the meantime, Mrs. Lambert had picked up her bottom and looked like she was about to put them on.

"Oh, no, you don't," Mr. Lambert said, snatching her bottoms and tossing them away.

Mrs. Lambert giggled.

In the meantime, the heat exchanger fan was picking up speed, and its vibration increased. Diane's eyes again flew open as the vibrations of the heat exchanger passed through the box, through James up his cock, and right into her pussy. It was even better than her playing with her new industrial-strength vibrator.

"No," she gasped. "No, no, no, no..."

She stretched up frantically, trying to extricate herself from the one-pole prison she found herself in, but it was no use. James was not in better shape. It was like having his cock in one of those vibrating masturbators, only a million times better because the reality of an actual pussy beats anything artificial.

"You know how I like it," Mr. Lambert said lustfully.

Giggling, Mrs. Lambert embraced the box. Luckily, her eye wasn't at a crack, and she couldn't see in, but her tit could, at least the nipple. The nipple on her ...