April Fools Sibling Competition - Sex Stories

April Fools Sibling Competition

... while she garbled a string of filthy language into his ear. She indeed didn't seem the same Mrs. Lambert that had once sent James home for using the word shit.

"Oh, you son of a bitch, fuck me. Fuck that pussy. Make me come," Mrs. Lambert squealed.

Diane again looked wide-eyed at James.

"You're still hard?" she wailed barely audibly.

James sighed silently. Peckers in young men do indeed have a mind of their own.

"Oh, James, please," Diane begged as she unexpectedly found herself rapidly building to another orgasm.

Again, she tried desperately, almost panicking, to get his cock out of her, but all she did was stimulate herself and James more.

"Stop squirming, please," James gasped into her ear.

"Oh, Willie," Mrs. Lambert wailed, "I'm cumming."

Mrs. Lambert jerked and bucked as Mr. Lambert hung on for dear life, almost dropping her.

"Here it cums slut," he moaned, grunting.

"Yes, I'm your slut, your dirty slut," Mrs. Lambert moaned as it was apparent Mr. Lambert filled her with cum.

For the siblings, at least, that vibration stopped as Mr. and Mrs. Lambert necked and pawed each other.

Even though that vibration had stopped, the heat exchangers continued, and soon Diane, eyes wide in a silent scream, came so hard she thought she had chipped a tooth. Her orgasm sent James over the top, and he again sent streams of cum into his sister's pussy. Exhausted and shamed, the siblings just hung on to each other.

"Wow, that thing is vibrating ...

... a lot, William," Mrs. Lambert said to Mr. Lambert, concerned, both stepping out of sight.

"Yeah, the fan shaft is warped. I gotta get it fixed," he replied sheepishly.

Yeah, but the vibrations are better than the washing machine out of balance," Mrs. Lambert said wickedly.

"What do you mean?" Mr. Lambert asked.

"Well, when I push my pussy up against it...(moan)...like this...oh fuck it feels so good," she groaned.

"Is that why the damn washing machine is always thumping," he said, laughing. "Well, let's try this," Mr. Lambert said.

There was a squeal from Mrs. Lambert and then a long, continuous moan.

"With you sitting on it, I'll just put old John Thomas in your slot here."

"Oh, fuck Will, that is so good."

This vibration was like nothing before. There was a steady vibration of the heat exchangers, and now, an intermittent thumping vibration was in line with the other vibration. It was like the sensations of a dick sliding into a cunt and the sensations interrupted by a thud as it crashed onto a clit.

When it started, Diane scowled and tried to get James' cock out, but over the time she had been in the box, it proved to her there was no way out.

"Why won't it go down?" Diane pleaded with James.

"Sorry, Sis," was all he could say.

Soon, Mr. and Mrs. Lambert were again embroiled in an energetic fuck, squealing and pawing each other. There were slobbering noises, filthy language, and the slapping sound of a sloppy wet pussy being duly ...