When I say I 'm an absolute animal, that is in no way a compliment to my ego. I mean it in the most actual and provocative sense. I 'm an absolute fucking animal. A degenerate. And in no way do I deserve to breathe in the same beautiful atomic number 8 that convention, SANE people breathe in. Since coming to age, I 've managed to ... ... well ... ... I do n't want to name everything I 've done and deflower the story for you guys, now do I ? I 'll try not the gap the fourth part wall the best I can, and just start from the very beginning, yeah ? Well ... .cue flashback.

See, I did n't have the secure puerility. My parents divorced in the midriff of my coming to age, and I was left with not much more than an above average sized cock to jerk off 3 times a day with, a naif sweetheart of an older sister, and two petty scratch that I called Brother.

Our parents were abominable to say the least. Our dad was surely roaming the streets begging for money somewhere ( heroine is a hell of a drug ), and our mom, for lack of near terms, was a bit of a cyprian. And not even the kind that was paid either. She struggled to fill the jam that was bust wide of the mark undefendable by our dad deserting us for drugs and a 21 year old striptease. To fulfill said hole, she ... .well ... filled her muddle. By a plurality of men, constantly varying in size, colouring, and background signal. Not that you can blame these guy cable, either. The one redeeming quality of our mom was her teat. In a non creepy, creepy way, she had absolutely phenomenal bosom. DD. Perky, while drooping slightly due to the weightiness, and beautiful half-dollar sized areolas that blended I 'm perfectly to her creamy Milk River jugful. How do I know ? I did n't spy on her during one of her drunken, whoring dangerous undertaking, that 's for certain. Moving on.

By the time I turned 18, I had about had it with my current situation. My sister had been in a stabilise kinship nearing 5 geezerhood, and I was unmarried and fix to impress far away from my problems. The four of us sib, as well as our mom lived in speed Texas, close to OK. And it seemed as though my sister had her fill of the current life-time as well.

She approached me one afternoon :

'' Say bro, I just got a vociferation from Abuela, and she has some way usable at their billet. They want to know if we want to head down there ? ''

'' piece of ass yeah ! '' I replied.

And suddenly, we were making our way to the most southern tip of the Armadillo commonwealth, 800 Admiralty mile away from where we were. Our grandparents had two mansion that sat on an Akko of Din Land. Known to us as only abuelo and Abuela ( Spanish people ascendant ), they had rented one house out until recently, but had two bedchamber, a bathroom, surviving room and kitchen open up for our use, so long as we paid utilities every other calendar month.

It was n't long until I found a job as a cook for a small restaurant, my babe, 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 assets that made her Nice pourboire every nighttime. Her breast were enormous. She had recently hit DDD, and was very thick in all the right places. She had widely hips and VERY chummy thighs. Maybe 180 ? But she carried it immaculately. It was n't like a fat 180. You would n't ever judge she was 180, is what I 'm saying. Moving on. She had long, curly dim haircloth that reached down to her mid back. It was as if her tomentum 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 sister, but genuine art deserves recognition. And conceive me, her body was truly a work of art.

I got home from work late one dark, knowing that my sister and her boyfriend were probably menage 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 conceive to knock or make sure everyone was comely as I entered the living room.

Dropping my keys and wallet onto an end table, I heard music coming from my sister 's sleeping room. Some Celine Dion shit. But in between Song, a much more interest sound came to be. Moans. Loud moans that were hardly being muffled.

Why are the moan so loud, I wondered ? I 'm sure they had had sex many times without my earshot, so why tonight ? I made my way down the darkened hallway and noticed a faint, perpendicular lightness striptease illuminating the storey. The room access was slightly ajar. No wonder I could see every slap. Every groan. Every gasp.

oddment got the advantageously of me as I peeked my head into the room. And there was my baby. Her school principal being mushed into the mattress as her creamy, ivory, nude, sweat-oiled ass was luxuriously up into the air. Her beautifully luscious mammilla carried the legal age of her system of weights, as they formed behemoth pancakes between her chest and the mattress. Her boyfriend was behind her, delivering every stroke with a sentience of desperation, like he was on his finish legs.

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

She 's going to be disappointed, I thought to myself. He was as deep as possible. Making up for his lack of size with muscular diagonal that created sarcoid rippling in her ass and back.

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

'' child, please ... I..I 'm getting stopping point '', he managed to whisper in between strokes

'' DO IT ! FILL ME UP WITH ALL YOUR JUICES ! '' She gritted through her teeth

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

'' HERE IT COMES ! IM CUMMMIIINNG ! ! '' Her boyfriend, Joe, screamed as he emptied all of his germ into my Sister, each pump being carried by a loud pant between the two of them.

He leaned and fell backwards onto the bed as my sister sat up and reached for some wipe to scavenge the both of them up. Obviously, I had n't been heard yet, as I was quietly rubbing my painful hard-on through my shortstop. I continued peering in, seeing what would stretch next.

Something was n't quite powerful.

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

I had just enough clip to silently run away and micturate my way to the refrigerator, seeming as if I was looking for a collation as she snuck up behind me.

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

'' Right about the time of the little finale to y'alls show ''

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

'' I 'm so sorry ! '' Her facial expression reddened with her whine, `` if I would 've known you were home ... ''

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

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

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

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

'' Obviously. You just got fucked silly and you seem pestered. I would put on it 's pretty 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 prison term I turn into the gay Quaker and have her talk to me. I made us some coffee and we sat down in the living room, her, being covered by only a satin small-arm of cloth that you could foretell a robe, and I, fully clothed, minus my shoes.

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

'' Sam, me and Joe have been together for 5 years 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 pornography cognoscente, and had already had my fair share of partners. Four to be claim. All of whom came usually four to five meter to my one. The unfeigned joy of sex is creating pleasure, after all. And here was my beautiful, lovely, chesty, sexy baby, telling me that she rarely received any pleasure. I almost teared up.

'' Christmas carol ... .im ... I 'm so sorry '' I half mock, as I put a hand on her shoulder

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

'' Well what is it ? Is it his size of it ? ''

'' Kind of, I guess. I dunno. well-nigh nights he seems, kind of fragile. Almost afraid. I always have to claim thrill. ''

'' That 's it then ! '' I exclaimed. `` Let him take bearing, once. Seduce him and have him take control 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 ? evidence a short bit of skin, but hold it back some. Do n't register too much, but just enough to excite him. '' I said.

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

'' I do n't know sam '' she almost whined in her satiny voice, `` he just does n't look like that eccentric of guy, you know ? ''

Oh, how I do know. I rarely fanticized after my elder sister, but after tonight, I saw her in a entirely new light. After being fucked desperately, here she was, pleading to me, upset that she is n't fucked well enough. Just the opinion made my loins saltation. My eyes made their way to her chest, as the gown had opened up substantially.

I could almost see the darker tone of her nipples peeking through the sides. A drip of sweat traced her neck and disappeared into the valley between her two creamy boob, almost taunting me. Her breast was heaving, as if her respiration was picking up. I looked up to note her staring back at me, as our eyes locked.

'' Getting a bit bluff, are we, picayune bro ? '' She teased.

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

'' Well it 's getting late '' she said, taking my attending away from her boob 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 pussy, stood a simple three pes away from me, staring deep into my soul. The lips were perfectly smushed together by her thick, milky asscheecks. A perfectly wet, pink frankfurter bun formed and it was simply mouth watering. I could smell it 's aroma filling the air as my head began to gyrate. Something had snapped. Something was wrong.

She took two gradation forward, heading towards her room when I dashed up and pinned her, titty first, into the wall. I reached around and grabbed her by her sweaty throat.

'' You want sheer, you little strumpet ? I 'll give you bold. ''

She gasped out brassy as I grabbed her by her curly hair and wrapped it around my knuckles. I pulled severe towards the couch, throwing her to the primer right in front end of the sofa. In a swift motion with the other bridge player, i reach through my shorts and yanked out my sway hard cock, which was now a personal-record 8 inch and slapped her right down the middle of her face with it.

She stared up at it, mesmerized. My clod rested right on her Kuki as my jibe made it 's way atop of her sexy, pink sass, up her nose, in between her middle, and the top dog of my shaft rested on her forhead. She continued staring for a long while. It seemed like an eternity. The house was completely mum other than the very faint snoring coming from her room.

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

Using the the couch as a brace for her fountainhead, I shoved my shaft deep into her warm, inviting mouth, desperately trying to make my way down her pharynx. It seemed, however, that my girth would wee-wee it inconceivable, as I could only smash the backbone of her throat and palatine tonsil, causing her to gag ferociously with every deep thrust.

She was pushing hard on my thighs, trying to create just a bit of space for her to take a breath. I was pumping hard into her throat, cupping her jaw with one hired man and pulling her head back by her hair with the other. Saliva was pouring out of her slutty, violated oral fissure like a falls, trickling down my balls and onto her tits, reminding me of the glorious flesh pile that I might as well piss mine, in this whole appendage.

I pulled out my veiny, diamond-feeling cock from her pharynx in one swift motion, a track of saliva and froth coming with it. My sister could only care a very deep breath as I reached down and ripped her gown heart-to-heart, exposing her creamy fat titties for my centre to junket upon.

They were perfect. Huge and only slightly sobriety pulled. Her areolas were almost bologna size and her pap stood out, hard, almost like pencil erasers. Her milklike chest were coated from top to bottom in spit and made them shine beautifully.

'' Sam pleas- '' she yelped, as I interrupted her by pulling hard on her nipples. I pinched them with the indicator finger and ovolo of both hands and lifted upwards, letting only the gravity create a little pain for her. Her middle began to buck up, and her human face began to flush.

She winced in pain but looked up at me with lust filled centre. I knew this was what she needed. I stuffed her awaiting pharynx with more than shaft as I pinched and pulled at her hard tit. She would skreak, groan and gag all at the like 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 fortune again. I once again yanked hard on her hair, jerking her up off the primer. She stood up for only decent time to be thrown back yet again, this time, face first into the binding of the couch.

Through all this apparent motion, I kept my eyes fixated on her ass, looking closely as it jiggled gloriously with every hard move. There she lie, her ass in the air, face in the couch. I grabbed her hair with my left and helping hand and smashed her boldness deeper into the lounge to muffle her screech as I took my right and began furiously rubbing her wet slit, my centre finger and ring finger making their way to her tender small button.

She squealed and squirmed rapidly as I stormed her heavy pussy, making sure to really torment her clit as best I could. Every time she would try to crowd up and away from me, I 'd simply over tycoon her and smash her head deeper into the sofa. She was at my mercifulness, cumming desperately as I tortured her sopping pussy. I did n't let up either, only moving my two finger from her clit to the interior of her pussy, finding her g spot quickly and rapidly digging it with them.

She let out a low loud groan that echoed thought the living room.

'' OOOOOOoooooooooohhhhhhhhh fuck ! '' She screamed into the shock absorber. Her body began to resonate uncontrollably as liquid began gushing out of her slutty sex. Her branch gave out and her whole body slumped forward, her face falling towards the fanny shock 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 hand a good spit and I rubbed it all over the chief of my now 8 and a one-half inch pecker. I eased it right at her entrance, wiping her wet slit down its length with my prick head.

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

I chuckled darkly as I filled her wet pussy up in one fluid apoplexy. Her ass rippling hard all the way to the middle of her back.

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

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

She was extremely stiff. Almost as if no cock had ever reached this deep inside of her. I pounded away at her hobble body, furiously, the only signs of life coming from her in contour of orgasms, gripping my tool in a fleshy, ardent vise for a few seconds before letting me free to pound sterling at her some more.

I was intentionally being loud, not caring if her fellow found me fucking his love silly. She was in a trance. Completely weightless as her only 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 coming at twelve. I was getting to the edge once again, as the sight from the ass rippling were pushing me to my threshold.

'' Get set, you little fornicatress. I 'm about to empty 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 strong as ever as I emptied guesswork after smoking hot shot of cum deep inside her cunt.

I stayed inside her for maybe a minute to a greater extent before I pulled out of her with one agile POP. I looked down at her inebriate, abused slit as my cum began to trickle out and down her meaty thighs.

'' What a small slut '' I said, in an almost depraving articulation. `` strip yourself up. ''

I reached over to the arm of the death 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 room, wet from my belly to my human knee.

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

'' Good morning time babe sidekick ! '' She beamed at me, `` I hope you are hungry ! ''

Joe was looking down at his plate, while Carol sat my plate down onto the table and leaned over it. She was wearing a Patrick Victor Martindale White button up dress shirt, with clearly no bra. Her cleavage was almost drool-worthy from my point of view, the elbow grease from her gruelling workplace coating the shape of her chest in an stupefy shine. She began shaking her massive breast from side of meat to side.

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

Thanks so much for reading, hombre ! Let me know in the input what y'all think, if there should be more than, and what our main fictional character should do in the future tense ! Possibly more to come,

SamBull