"Eager To Bed Bunny" - читать интересную книгу автора (Over Eileen)

Chapter 1

"How do you like my new string bikini?" The girl taking a pose like a swimmer on a diving board was a stunning creature. Hugh stretched along his sofa thinking it was a good thing they were in his apartment and not in a pool; otherwise Louise would be leaving every male swimmer awe-struck.

"Beautiful, like everything else you buy."

"Correction. You buy. It's your money, after all."

Hugh, naked except for shorts, propped himself up on an elbow, a good-looking, sun browned man in his early thirties with shaggy, wheat-colored hair that took on glints of gold or silver according to the light. Slit-eyed, he watched Louise move about, showing what there was, which wasn't a hell of a lot, of the new bikini.

He enjoyed that rippling fleshed body, so femininely shaped, and the bouncing breasts that, while rich, were disciplined by a perfect roundness. A maddeningly curved body for whom some men in this town would offer a king's ransom for one night.

This beautiful girl with the face more suited for films than ordinary life was his, part of him, and men envied him because he kept all at a distance, allowing no one even to approach Louise.

Sure, he was still young and he had money and they all thought he was class here in London, born of wealthy parents, expensively educated and once holding an officer's commission. No one knew that he had gotten his cash the hard way, from working as a waiter, clerking in a pants store, running a lousy dry -cleaning service, hustling as a room clerk and breaking his back in the mines, first in Pennsylvania and then down there in South Africa.

No one knew and if any suspected maybe they did not give a damn. His money concerned them, and this beautiful blonde who had come across the seas from America to visit Hugh here concerned them more. They wanted her and he had her, was sleeping with her not only nightly but daily too.

They would hate him even more if they knew the true score, knew Hugh and Louise, who were perfect bedmates, were in fact brother and sister.

He left the couch to reach for her but Louise was elusive as quicksilver, sliding right through his grasp, tiptoeing backwards over the rug in a tormenting dance. She struck seductive poses, stepping near enough for him to be impressed by the gracious kick of her thighs and the honeyed odor floating up from her loins.

"How many times have you slept with me, dear brother?"

"You've been here seven days." This was ridiculous, his standing there naked as the day he entered this lousy world and his penis shooting out like a broomstick.

"I'm talking about the number of time we've fornicated. I record it somewhere near fifty screws." Louise was near him, her hands exploring his privates, her fingers tickling the formidable penis that was so thick at the base and bulbous at the end.

"You want to stop to count it's okay with me." On his part Hugh busily explored her inviting contours, playing with the long, extremely round but compact body. Her curves were so delectable as to make him feel damned lascivious and capable of rape. His sister had that ability to provoke him into a bestial passion every time, so that he always craved her flesh.

He winced as her inch-long fingernails dug into his bar. But he noticed too that the steady fondling of his penis had not only quickened her breathing but caused the nipples on her big tits to enlarge.

It was incest, with this kid whom he had last seen as a little, curly-headed blond tot, his woman. He had a fiancйe, a girl he intended to marry and with whom he had never slept, but he ceased thinking of her the day Louise re-entered his life. He planned to get over to France and live there a while, and his sister was the most logical person to take over his opulently furnished fiat here in London. But God, he had been unprepared for this beautiful girl!

He squeezed her breasts, causing moans to issue from her tightened throat Then, willingly, because she always requested it, he went through the passionate ritual of kissing her ears, pasting soft kisses on her closed eyelids and cheeks, and then on the shapely, pulsing mouth.

The girl alternated between cries and the croons of a happy bird, catching her breath occasionally to kiss him back roughly. Her teeth did a job on his lips and he had to tear his mouth away.

While he held her writhing hips she twisted her head from side to side, seemingly having difficulty breathing. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh! Wait… oh, wait, please wait!"

Eyes closed tight, she was a woman possessed, her desires brimming over. His hand rested on the thick bush covering her mons veneris, so soft and downy. The hairs were somewhat damp, and thinking of the rasping friction against his pubic mound during intercourse had him ripping the panties off her, actually tearing them down her long thighs.

With her blond hair flying about she ceased taunting him and became the aggressor, her demands greater than his. She forced her luscious, curved body against his and begged him to enter her.

But Hugh insisted on comfort and he yanked Louise down the hall to the huge bedroom and sent her spinning inside. While she twisted about on the wide bed he mounted her, filling his hands with the delicious flesh of her breasts.

"You're insane, Louise."

"Oh, darling, darling, don't talk… oohhhh!" She bared her teeth, "Get into me!"

He went between her legs to rub the tip of his penis slowly along her vaginal lips and build sensation within her. A short moan of pleasure opened her mouth as she lifted the finely carved cheeks off the bed. Beads of fluid dribbled along his instrument, seeping from her opening as he entered.

"Ooooooo!" Her revolving buttocks wrinkled up the bedspread in a fiercely rhythmic motion.

He was not yet fully in the palpitating slit, for her insides actually created some hurt. The walls were closing in, the muscles in use, wringing the hell out of his manhood, tearing it off.

"Be still, sweetheart… just a moment… lie there still. Now!"

"Eeeeeeee!" The girl was too rapacious, her posterior spinning around and around, her breath hot and panting. His withdrawal, while easing the hurt for him, brought her moment: "I am there!"

She cried out and enveloped him strongly with her shapely limbs, sheltering the leaping penis within her fluttering vagina. A plateau of sensual madness was reached and she shuddered atop it.

What a female animal!

He held fast even though he was deafened by her strident sounds. "Girlie, girlie, you're still coming!"

"Ooooo, am I climaxing!"

He had to know it because he could easily feel her insides snapping like the sails of a boat against his tool. But he rose and fell, taking the climaxing creature calmly, almost dispassionately, trying to maintain his control. His passions were at their height, but no emotion registered on his face.

Louise's orgasms always affected her in a strange manner. Her long body was on the verge of a fit as she started to shake. She gasped from a sudden sting in her loins and tried to shove him off, as if desirous of being free. Then he was brought back and again tightly grasped.

"Ooooh, oh, heavens, it's so wonderful… to think that my brother gives me the best I've had!"

He was jealous if she talked about others and did not want to hear it, especially now.

"Your girlfriend Jennifer won't be this good, will she?"

Hugh ground against her. "I… don't… know!"

"Ahhh, there, there, it passed, finally. Ohhh, man was that a come!" Louise blinked her slanting eyes. "You do know. Jennifer will be a dud compared to me."

He did not want to think about the girl due to enter his life again nor did he want an end to this sexual frenzy with his sister. He glided his hands over her full, curving hips in a circling motion. "Did you move!"

She twisted under him, rubbing her hot stomach to his, her breasts hard and fiery. The rounded rear that he adored went on rolling smoothly and rhythmically.

Now it was his turn to try for an orgasm and he went up and down, ramming all that he had up her crack, shoving until the rounded tip touched something at the end of the soaking wet opening.

"Nooooo, not like that… aaahhh, not so wild, ohh, you devil!"

He was taking her rapidly, possessing her again, disregarding her cries. A staunch bed partner, she worked under him, enjoying the swift but nonetheless rhythmic thrusts of his penis.

"Are you on your way yet, darling?"

"I am going… I can't hold out, the way that bottom of yours keeps… turning."

"A good bottom, isn't it… good for you, my love!"

She sent the lower part of her body around and around, the undulations of her hindquarters so swift that each of his thrusts was matched in intensity. Her legs went straight up and locked around his waist.

With a sharp cry he came, spilling his seed the moment that her climax began. But he remained in her, enabling her to reach her peak and pass it, coming violently.

"Yeeeeoooowwww, ow, ow, owwwww! Ahh, darling, ohh, my darling!"

He slept and dreamed a wonderful dream in which he and Louise explored a world that never existed, romping and laughing like children without any problems. But when he woke he faced some real problems; for an affair like this was against all the rules laid down by men.

The other side of the bed was empty. His first stop was the kitchen, where he sighted a prepared salad heaped in a bowl. The door of his luxuriously appointed bathroom was open and he heard the rasp of a towel drawn across a wet body.

Louise blew him a kiss. Her blond hair was piled atop her head. The bobbing breasts, freshly scrubbed and glistening, caught his eye, those splendid breasts that had doomed him from the start.

Remorse caught him now and Hugh turned away, saying he was hungry. In the living room he paced the length of the carpet, recreating in exact detail the prelude to this act of incest.

It had been shortly after her arrival and Louise, hot and sweating, was in the guest room Hugh had prepared for her. He had not realized his sister was naked and had entered without knocking. He had stared with undisguised admiration at the curvaceous body of this young girl.

"Come in," Louise had said, completely uninhibited.

Hugh was stunned by the spherical breasts. Speechless, he watched a ball of perspiration dribble between the epic-sized globes and glisten down the slope of the domed, dimpled belly, to be absorbed by the snarled mat of yellowish hair.

Ashamed, yet in a state of awe, he again swept his eyes over his sister's buoyant breasts and Louise, aware of her brother's sudden turmoil, had caressed the quivering spheres.

"They are beautiful, aren't they? I sometimes wear a bra, but I don't have to. Touch them, see how firm they are."

He looked at the rounded feminine thighs adorned by the yellow patch, at the dimpled belly, and his hands went to the sumptuous, jutting globes. They were breathtakingly perfect and melon firm, but they were the breasts of his sister. With his fingertips and palms burning Hugh fled.

They went out to eat that evening and afterwards he showed her London by night, not the dives of Soho, nor the luxury of Mayfair, but the gone-to-seed streets of Chelsea and a club along Fulham Road where Louise danced seductively, with her leg between his and her belly and breasts pasted to him. They danced non-stop that night, leaving their drinks untouched, and he accepted her not as his sister but as a very desirable woman. One of his hands was clamped against her shoulder blade and the other glided over the forbidden area of her thrusting rump. His arousal was obvious, but instead of drawing back Louise bore in. She locked her arms about his neck and twisted her hips from side to side.

As they left the club her hand, patting his waist affectionately, slid down; the fingers, straight together as if to deliver a karate chop, brushed his genitals. It was the true touch of a coquette hurting his erected member.

"Oh, oh, what has happened to my brother?"

"Louise…!"

She had drawn near, bringing her hot mouth close. "Don't say anything and don't think, otherwise we're lost. Now let's get home."

He handled his car, a new Aston Martin which he was always reluctant to drive in London's dense traffic, like an untrained driver. He was afraid of the moment ahead.

Once home he poured half a glass full of scotch to steady himself. But Louise was calm, humming as she stripped, leaving her dress and stockings on an armchair and strolling pantie-clad to the bedroom. He drank, swearing he would not touch her, but when she called out, "Come to me," Hugh undressed and went to lie down next to her.

With urgency throttling them both, the usual foreplay had to be passed over. But while he tweaked her already erected nipples and massaged the great, round breasts, she clutched his head and kissed him hard, searching within his mouth with her probing tongue. The way their hearts pounded and their combined gasps reverberated, each knew the game could be over too quickly. It was unnecessary to whisper 'slow down' for she understood and willed him to lie on his side facing her.

As their breathing took on a more natural tone their fingers explored. She crooned over the hardness of his phallus and he titillated the vaginal lips and flicked his forefinger at the small, rigid clitoris.

There was too much strength in her fingers and with her wrist jerking he sensed he could easily climax and shoot his stuff all over their bodies. Gently he pried her fingers away from his staff and climbed over her. Underneath, she waited, silent, only her rotund buttocks rasping against the sheet. Her legs came up and went out just as the tip of his hardness began to bore between the fluttering vaginal lips.

"Ahh, there, there!"

"Easy now, don't move!"

"Ooohhh," she groaned as he shoved his way in, pushing through the creamed wetness clogging the top of her small passageway.

Entering her was so exciting that a sharp thrill raced from the tip of his instrument along its length to the root, cutting through his stomach and tearing burningly up and down his spine.

Gasping in that searing moment of pain he rammed all the way in, hard, bull-like, stretching her. She wrapped her legs about his waist and brought her rotating ass up off the bed, slamming her pelvis into his and – coming!

"Oh, no, no, not so quick! Ahhh, no, I wanted it to last! Aghhhh!"

While the spasms twisted her, nearly unseating him, he gripped her strongly, waiting until a final whoosh of breath indicated the passage of her orgasm. He remained motionless, not moving, feeling the vise-like tightening of her insides.

Her arms slid away, her round buttocks flattened from her relaxed weight, and she looked up at him with shining eyes. He kissed her softly, then arched, pulling most of his length out and sinking it in to the hilt, speeding up as he repeated the maneuver. She twisted under him, not so wild this time, so that each could savor the act.

"I never came that fast before, you know. Man, I was hot!"

"I barely got into you."

"But it was that feeling of all of you, just forcing in. Ohhh!" She closed her eyes dreamily and gently sent her ass around and around.

Another climax was building up within her but he had to control himself or else he would be coming along with her. Her experienced vagina had a sureness of grasp that brought on the burning sensation again. The walls of her insides flapped like the sails of a ship against his tool. He was aware of heat, of bubbling cream and muscular tension.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Each time she sank back upon the bed her vagina tightened, tearing the skin on his cock in a downward stroke. Then she arched, digging her feet into the bed, taking his weight and hers on her shoulders, bringing the revolving buttocks up, the vaginal lips sliding up the length of his shaft.

"No, no, not like that! Darling," he called this girl who was his sister, "not like that!"

"I am going to come! Ohh, brother, darling I am going to come. Ahhh, dearest, I am… coining!"

He sent his hands under the oscillating ass to still the twisting cheeks, but she was thrusting up violently under him as the climax caught her. "Eeeeeooowwwww!" she shouted in his ear, and then he was shouting too as he exploded, his come detonating within her cunt and shattering the walls.

She was still moving, still flinging that ass around and squeezing, squeezing until another orgasm was squeezed out of that juicy opening.

"Eeeee, Im off again!"

He was finished, if still hard, but her muscular writhings were so strenuous that they hurt. His penis was gripped and wrenched, the tip especially caught in a narrow passageway of velvet-covered steel. He screamed, for the pain was making him shrivel instantly, but she would not stop rubbing the length of her thighs up and down his flanks nor halt the revolutions of that mad ass.

"Stop, stop!"

She rose up in a coughing fit and then she fell back, a hand pressed to her mouth and her lovely eyes rimmed with tears.

"That was a good one!"

"A finisher." On his knees, he looked down at his smarting, mangled penis.

They remained naked all the time, eating, drinking, sleeping, occasionally talking, but mostly screwing. As the days passed, he stopped seeing friends and acquaintances and seldom went out. Still he considered the thing he was doing with his sister wrong and the shadow of Jennifer, the girl he was to marry, hung like a dark cloud over them.

One evening after a round of sex Louise and he spoke about Jennifer. Louise raised herself on one elbow, threw back her hair and took a deep breath. Her magnificent, voluptuous body shivered, her eyes seemed deep and fathomless, and a hoarse breath is-sued from her lips.

"Boy, are you good for me! What a shame it's got to be incest."

"We are forgetting Jennifer. She's coming in tomorrow and will head straight here. She's been here before and she's got a key. If we're still active it's possible for her to barge right in and catch us."

"So we've got this night and part of tomorrow morning, is that it?"

"That's it."

Louise stretched her long body lazily and watched him, like a cat, through slitted eyes. Hugh looked at the smooth sweep of his sister's thighs and the flare of her generous buttocks. He started to run his hand up from her ankle to her hip in a sweeping stroke.

"Ooohhh, my brother is getting hard, I can see it rising!"

"This is getting to be a goddamn habit with us."

"Not a damn thing wrong with that except… except for your future bride. Ahh, come on, let's have these last few hours to ourselves."

There was a thumping clutch of lust within his loins, producing a hardness that froze all sanity. He stared at her breasts, those buoyant and resilient globes, with rapturous anticipation.

Her hands glided over his shoulders as she writhed against him and nipped at his ears with sharp teeth. He felt the pressure of her breasts, the tightness in her belly, and his hands enjoyed the succulence of her magnificent buttocks, so satin-smooth, hard but always quivering.

"Aghhhhh!" With a tortured groan Hugh gripped his sister's big ass and brought her to him.

"No, no, not like this, no so rough, you'll split me open!"

She was a woman aroused and squirming, but she urged him to control himself. Louise leaned back in her brother's arms, accentuating the thrust of her powerful breasts. Her stomach scalded his, making his breath short, but he made her cry out too when his head dipped. He licked her opulent melons, tonguing the coral tips.

Louise's cry was plaintive. "Quick… my darling, take me!"

In bed she was a mad animal that should be shot, a choleric beast foaming at the mouth, her eyes wild, her long, shapely body bucking spasmodically, feverishly, in an orgiastic rhythm, the rotund ass bouncing like two balls.

Hugh pinched his pole of a penis with thumb and forefinger, readying it for an assault on that lovely, over-juiced vagina. This was going to be, if not the final, at least the next-to-final screw with his sister.

She was moaning while he poised above her to play with her breasts, stroke her belly or slip a hand between the thighs he had come to know so well. But Louise, not to be delayed, reared up, her long legs mingling with his, her pubic bush scraping his groin, and the sharply pointed tits, two big globes, trailing through the matted hair on his chest.

"Fuck me!" She made urgent motions with her pelvis. "Now… I am in agony!"

Her pussy was so appealing that he took some seconds off to test the bushy hairs, work a finger along the slit and tease the tumescent clitoris. His sister started to plead. But he was running his tongue over the curling hair, shooting it deep between the fleece into the slight chasm.

Now she was wet and squishy and coining. "Quick! With your prick!"

He was pulled into the valley of her arching thighs and into her vagina with her already moving convulsively in the slow rhythm of the act. When he sank to the root and his groin went flush with hers she screamed and climaxed.

"Ohhh, it was swift, ahh, so swift and please, ohh, please give me another one!"

Her orgasm left a strong odor rising like fumes from her tortured, writhing body, and it put a flame to his bridled passion. Now he went in and out of her abruptly, with short strokes, brutally determined to make her climax again, make her moan and wince and cry out.

She surged up, "Can we… make it together?"

"I… I don't… know."

"Try, please try!"

She was too frenzied, the vaginal lips a tight ring encircling his penis, the tiny clitoris a scraping nub and damn it, he was stiffening, muscle spasms were sending him into a weird rhythm, bringing his moment on.

"You're too wild… I can't last."

"Last, please… last!" Her breathing was more ragged, for his quickened lunges again had her right there, at the brink of rapture. And as she started to make it Louise shouted and rose, bringing every muscle in her unbelievably shaped body into play. She was at once both tormented and grateful. "Try, try, trrryyyyyy!"

"Aghhhh!" Roughly, his hands forced their sweating way past the curved but nonetheless hefty thighs to latch on to the silky – smooth rounds of her swollen ass. His head burst, his temples throbbed and, molding his body to hers, he came. His outpour met hers as it seeped through the fluttering vaginal walls and gushed up.

"Wheeewwww!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeahhhhh!" He was a dead man on top of a worn-out girl. Still joined, his joint soaking, they slept.