But Barbara obviously needed no coaching. The blonde's tongue lashed his meat, curling around his cockhead and slithering down to his cock-bush.

"Yeah, get it good and wet," Cliff grunted as Barbara hungrily licked his wiry-looking cock-hair and his balls.

Linda held her breath as she watched her brother's face contort with lust. She trembled as she watched Barbara lick her way up and down his shaft, all the while squeezing his dick-root.

Now the blonde giggled and said something Linda couldn't hear. Then she appeared to be sucking Cliff's balls into her mouth because he kept growling at Barbara and telling her to suck them good.

And then suddenly Cliff pushed his wife away from his dick and rose up from the bed. He quickly stripped his clothes off and Linda stared as he stood beside the bed.

His cock stood up like a baseball bat and his balls hung down like two huge pouches. Linda had never seen balls that big. They reminded her of a horse's nuts, and she leaned against the door and held her breath.

God, help me! she thought as Cliff climbed onto the bed and straddled Barbara's pussy. God, help me for having perverted thoughts about my own flesh and blood!

Now Cliff's prick crashed into the mat of Barbara's blonde-fuzzed snatch. He balanced himself on one arm while he guided his fuckpole into her pussy.

The blonde humped up to meet his dick and in the doorway Linda held her breath. Cliff nudged his swollen cockhead against Barbara's cunthole until it popped inside. Then he lunged forward and his entire cock-shaft disappeared inside Barbara's twat.

The blonde wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him into her. She shrieked as he began spearing his tool in and out of her depths. She moaned obscenities as he pounded her cunt with his stiff boner and she strained to meet his strokes.