I had always imagined my wife with another woman, just never with her own sister. That was without a doubt the sexiest thing that I had ever seen. Now...that I had promised my cock and cum to the winner, how could I tell my wife that I wanted to fuck her sister and that she had won? After all she was certainly giving it her all.When I was ready I simply said, “You won honey but I’m still going to fuck your sister.”She replied, “I would if I were you too.”Sandy just lay back and opened up for me.. . today just as vividly as it happened. He maneuvered it toward my slit. I saw the head as it pushed the soft lips of my entrance apart, enter my vagina and slide effortlessly inside, inch... by inch... by inch, until there was no more to give. I remember gasping as it entered and shouting "Oh—my—god—Sammy—Sammy—Sammy" For the first time I saw a smile of satisfaction on his previously unemotional face along with grunts of fulfillment... this is what it had all been about. He was wasting no. The depraved whore drank the musky juice with gay abandon, milking the spurtingpricks until they had no more to give. While she elatedly consumed her perversesexual cocktail harlotta's voluptuous arse slabs rotated madly, and her hot,seething cunt tube drained its enormous invader once again, with equal debauchedalacrity. No sooner had each cock emptied itself than slave harlotta, still crazed byunbridled lust, tore her slack, sated twat from the huge log of slave lewdcock'slimp prick, reversed. As he seemingly ignored her, continuing to dress, “I can’t; we’ll do this another time I promise…” he told her, caressing her ass with his hand. Olivia began to see sense, and re-dressed. She put on her socks, panties and trousers, grabbing her bra off the floor and putting it on too, as Peter fastened it after pulling on the boxers, jeans, socks and shoes strewn about the room. Olivia put on her shirt before going to retrieve her jacket and shoes from the lab. Peter slung his shirts over his.