Behind Closed Doors by Terry Towers Page A

had seen the look in her eyes when she walked in on him in the bedroom. Darrien knew the expression on her face had been one of lust for what she had seen. Of course, he was also playing on the fact that his sister was a little nympho. She wanted something to occupy her time; well, he had a throbbing cock that was more than happy to keep her entertained.
    Ramona gasped, her finely manicured fingernails clawing at Darrien's back as his lips travelled down her neck. "What do you think you're doing," she managed to squeak out, just as his mouth captured one of her hardened buds. She arched her back for him. His teeth nipped at it, making her body quiver against his.
    "Giving us both what we want," he growled as his lips travelled to the second bud and began to suck.
    His hand pulled the thin string of the bikini bottom aside so he could have full access to her soft, warm pussy. He eased two fingers into her, testing and teasing. With her back arched, her long wet brown hair cascading down her back, she began to grind her pelvis against his cock.
    "We can't do this," she protested again, but her protest was cut off when his fingers began to rub the inner wall of her pussy. Stroking and fuelling her desire. He felt her muscles clench around his hand as her hips rubbed against him with greater abandon.
    Her moans increased in both frequency and volume.
    His cock and balls were so hard they were beginning to ache - demanding release. In answer to her protest, he pulled his fingers out of her quivering pussy and swiftly pulled his cock from his swim trunks.
    Claiming her lips again, he rubbed the long length of his hard dick along her slit.
    Ramona moaned and bucked against him.
    Positioning his cock at the entrance of her moist heat, he teased her clit and opening with its head. "Tell me you want me to fuck you," he growled in her ear.
    "Darrien, we can't," she protested, as her tongue teased the side of his neck. Ramona looked into his brown eyes, her green ones filled with a deep-seated hunger. She was fighting her desire, but it was a losing battle.
    "Tell me, Ramona." Darrien repeated as he pressed the head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy a second time.
    She wrapped her legs tight around his waist, urging the head of his dick into her. "You win. Yes. Fuck me Darrien! I want your cock now!"
    He swung her around, pressing her back firmly against the bank of the lake.
    Darrien's mouth came crashing down on hers again, his tongue forcing its way past her teeth. As their tongues duelled, he thrust hard up into her. "Fuck, you feel good," he moaned, pulling out and filling her once more.
    Her pussy took him in fully, to the hilt. It tightened around his length as he began to make hard, forceful thrusts into her. Years of anger, hurt and resentment went into each and every thrust as he buried his cock deep within her.
    Ramona tore her mouth from his and she cried out, whether it was in pain or pleasure he was unsure, most likely both. Darrien could feel her nails digging so deep into the flesh of his shoulders that he was sure they must be breaking the skin. But that was fine by him. All he was concerned about was the ache in his cock, and the tension that needed to be released.
    "You're so big. Feels so good," she panted.
    The water splashed violently around them as Ramona thrust against him, while her beautiful breasts slapped loudly against his chest.
    Darrien could feel her pussy tense up and start to vibrate around his cock. She clung to him, her legs tightening around his waist. "Come on Ramona, let me feel it," he urged.
    The cool water seemed to heat up around them, as he began to fuck her with faster, more forceful thrusts. He was coming so close to releasing he had to distract himself as he waited to feel her pussy tremble around his cock one final time. His wait was a short one. She screamed and her pussy desperately clutched his cock, as her juices came flooding over it.
    The feel of her orgasm on his dick was his