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Authors name: Pudgy Boop (apparent92@yahoo.com)
Story title : Adventures of Rachel Roundheels, Teen
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The Adventures of Rachel Roundheels, Teen Slutpuppy
(MF, FF, MM, family, adults/teens, voy, exh, inc, bd)
by Pudgy Boop (apparent92@yahoo.com)
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Rachel discovers her parents are more interesting than
she'd ever imagined... originally uploaded to usenet in
95... sequel unfinished...
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PREFACE
My Dad says nobody in a million years is ever gonna
believe that a fifteen-year-old girl (Okay, nineteen now,
actually- I was fifteen when this stuff happened) wrote
this story :^)
He says I should misspell a few things and use more slang
terms like AWESOME. I suppose I should take his advice,
he's only been writing commercials for about twenty
years, but I just refuse to degrade my own work by
pandering to people's low expectations.
It may only be a stupid work of erotica, but personally,
I think it's a pretty good one. I don't know about you,
but I hate to read a sex story written by an idiot. I
mean, who wants to fuck and suck with an idiot? I can't
picture hot cum and sexy bodies when the copy makes me
think of illiterate rednecks and fat old couch potatoes.
So here it is, believe whatever you want. It all really
happened, most of it exactly the way I've told it here
(although I did leave out some stuff- details and people
who really didn't matter and aren't horny to read about).
This isn't the sort of writer I really want to be anyway,
but Dad says it's good practice, and a lot of people
might like to read about this stuff, 'cause it's kind of
unusual.
Frankly, I don't think it's all that unusual- in my
experience at least, it's about as common as you want it
to be. Maybe Family Fun was unusual in his day, or just
in his neighborhood, I don't know, but I think you can
usually make it happen if you want it. Everybody has hot
fantasies, some people are just pussy to act on them.
Most cultures are still freaking out on incest way too
much anyway- it feels just as good as any other sex- (in
some ways it's WAY hotter), and if you're not breeding
babies, what's the big deal? I've done it, and I know at
least three other people my age who've done it, too, in
one form or another, so maybe unusual is the wrong word.
I think it's really hot'n'erotic, and I love to hear
other people's Family adventures, so maybe you'll like
mine, too.
Who knows, if it goes over well, maybe I'll tell a few
more true stories- if THIS is unusual, boy have I got
some wild tales to tell you...
Oh, by the way, as you probably figure, ROUNDHEELS is not
my real last name- that was my Dad's idea- he says it was
the name of a character in an erotic novel he used to
jack off to as a teenager, by an author named TED MARK.
Dad can't remember the name of the book, but he says
there was a really hot flamenco dance scene in it... (I
can't imagine that as erotic, the only flamenco dance
I've ever seen was years ago, in that commercial "STOP!
That's no way to kill roaches!") Anyway, apparently there
was a character in that book named Rhonda Roundheels or
something, and it does kind of work well with my first
name, so...
Enjoy... cum lots!
Love, Rachel
(( CHAPTER ONE ))
"I wish we'd been born sisters." Jesse said, gently
daubing 'Watermelon Pink' lipstick onto my pussylips. I
was sitting on the edge of the bed in just an oversized
T-shirt, legs spread wide, while she sat on the floor
between them in just her panties, her face just inches
away from my hole, decorating it. I could feel her humid
breath on my cunt and it was making me really horny.
"How come?" I asked, although I thought I knew the
answer. I know her pretty well, I think. Besides, we
think a lot alike.
"'Cause," She said, leaning forward and lightly licking
my labia, letting her tongue just dance across them,
teasing. "I just think it would be so cool to be doing
this stuff with somebody I was like, related to -wouldn't
that be incredibly kinky?"
"For a moment I couldn't answer, 'cause the feeling of
her tongue on my cuntlips made me catch my breath and
close my eyes. I opened them, sighing impatiently.
"God-damn, Jesse, if you're gonna lick me, lick me! I
hate it when you get me all hot like that and don't let
me cum."
"Alriiiight -god, don't be such a bitch, Rachel... this
stuff won't go on right, anyway -you're too wet." She
leaned forward again, sucking my nether-lips into her
mouth and lapping her tongue into my slit, then up along
the clit. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes,
moaning.
"Don't you think that would be hot, She continued between
licks, 'to like, fuck someone in your own family?"
Actually, I thought it would be very specifically hot,
but I wasn't ready to tell her about that particular
fantasy -not just yet... it was too weird.
"Mmmm... maybe, " I said, wriggling my ass under her
tongue, "What do you mean?"
"I don't know," She said, holding my pussylips apart with
her thumb and forefinger. "I guess it's just exciting
'cause you're not supposed to do it, ever." Her tongue
began rapidly flicking back and forth across my clit and
I nearly screamed from the intensity of the sensation. I
ached down to her head and lightly touched her hair,
caressing her ears.
"Ooooh, god." I groaned, my back arching up off the bed.
I was wishing for a mouth at my nipples. One very
particular mouth. I could almost see him, feel him.
"haven't you ever imagined making it with somebody that
you're never supposed to think about that way -like an
uncle, or a cousin... or your dad?"
Jesse reached across the floor, almost without looking
up, and snagged the slim lipstick tube from the carpet.
Still licking my rigid little clit, she started easing
the small plastic cylinder into my tight, puckered
sphincter. The intensity was too much -I thrashed and
writhed in wild orgasm, biting on my fist to keep from
screaming out loud.
"Yess!" I squealed, my teeth leaving deep marks in my
first two fingers, "Oh god, YEESSS!"
Jesse sighed, looking out across the backyard. Against
the back fence, her brother Chris fought with a lawnmower
that seemed tangled in something too far away for us to
see.
"Mmm-mmm... hunky-dory, huh?" She said. "I gotta have it.
I GOTTA HAVE IT!"
"Okaaaay," I said, "Go ahead -have it."
"Her shoulders fell, her face dropped into a pout. "I
don't know HOW," She whined, "I'm scared, Rachel. What if
he thinks I'm a gross ol' whore?"
"He's a guy, Jess," I told her, "It doesn't matter what
he thinks -he'll do it anyway. You're a hot little
hardbody. Sister or not, he's not gonna say no to a
pretty piece of pussy."
Across the yard, the sound of the mower died. Chris began
pushing it back toward the house and the back deck where
we sat lounging in the Saturday morning sunshine. He left
the mower in the grass next to the house and bounded up
the wooden steps of the deck, headed for the backdoor,
into the house.
"Good morning!" I quipped, peeking at him over the top of
my heart-shaped sunglasses. He stared at me as he walked
past. I smiled sweetly, knowing he could see my pretty
pear- shaped tits through my thin T-shirt.
Jesse leaned forward in her lawn chair as the french
doors closed behind him, to get a last look at his buns
in his cutoffs.
"Gotta have it!" She growled through clenched teeth.
"Hey, slut -what are you tryin' to do, steal my action?"
"Huh?" I said, a little bewildered, until I realized she
was staring at my lap. I looked down to see that my long
T-shirt had ridden up over my crossed legs, to expose my
blonde bush and my pouting cuntlips, still glistening
with my moisture, Jesse's saliva, and a sheen of
'Watermelon Pink' lipstick. "Oops!" I grinned sheepishly,
and we both burst into a hail of demented giggles.
"Ssssh..." I whispered to Jess, my hand turning the
bathroom doorknob slowly, silently. I opened the door
just a hairline crack and peeked in. Through the steam I
could see Chris' silhouette behind the frosted glass of
the shower stall.
Opening the door a little more, I slipped inside, Jesse
following close behind, both of us naked. Amid the
clothes scattered on the floor was a Penthouse magazine,
opened to the centerfold of a girl with dark indian-like
hair, like Jesse's, looking back over her shoulder, her
ass to the camera. The girl's mons was puffy and dark,
almost a lavender color. Jesse stared at the picture,
engrossed -she loved to eat a pretty pussy.
"Shit," I whispered in Jesse's ear, pointing at the
magazine. "I hope he didn't cum yet." She burst again
into hysterical giggles, I pressed my hand over her
mouth, but it was too late.
"Jesse!" Chris yelled, "What the hell are you doing in
there?"
I let go her guffawing yap and snatched open the shower
door.
"Snack Attack!" I said, and climbed into the shower,
pinning a very surprised Chris against the tile wall with
a passionate kiss. I felt my breasts press against his
chest, the nipples instantly stiffening. Chris instantly
stiffened, too. I grabbed his lengthening cock in one
hand and pumped it, feeling it grow rigid in my fingers.
I looked up at Jesse, still standing outside the shower
watching hungrily.
"Have some?" I queried, offering her the meat. She
stepped into the shower with us and I moved aside to give
her some room -it was awfully crowded with the three of
us in there. I stood under the showerhead, pulling Chris'
back against me, so I could kiss his ears and neck and
watch. Jesse knelt before him and began to devour his
cock.
Chris was so stunned by the soft pink ambush, he could
only stand there, eyes wide, mouth agape, saying "God-
Damn! ... Jesus! God-Damn!" over and over again, as his
cute little sister's luscious full lips bobbed up and
down the length of his cockshaft. After a while, he just
groaned, his head rolling back loosely on his shoulders
while I snaked my tongue into his ears, bit tiny teeth-
marks into his neck and ran my hands up and down the
sides of his body in sensuous caresses
"We wanna make you cum, baby." I whispered in his ears.
"We're gonna fuck your balls blue, would you like that?"
"Uh-HUH!" He grunted, thrusting his hips, plunging his
dick deeper, faster into his sister's bloated cheeks. She
pulled his hard pink stick from her mouth, rubbing the
slick shaft along her face, licking his wrinkled scrotum.
"Mmmm... wait... don't cum yet," She said. "You gotta
fuck me first -I gotta have it!" She clambered up from
the shower floor, almost slipped and fell as she turned
around to offer him her ass. When she looked back over
her shoulder, grasping between her legs for his cock, to
guide it into her pussy, she looked just like the girl in
the Penthouse magazine. Chris put his hands on her firm
young asscheeks as his prick eased into his sister's
sweet snatch.
"Aaaah, god," he groaned, "That's so good... so fuckin'
tight..."
"It not only feels good," I said from behind his
shoulder, "It tastes great, too."
"Oh, man." He smiled, still thrusting his hips back and
forth, his shiny wet dick poking in and out. I could tell
he was imagining the picture of his hot little sis an'
me, locked in a sloppy sixty-nine, each with her face
buried in the other's soft tender crotch.
"Are you gonna fill 'er up," I asked him, "Or can I have
the jizz?"
"GOTTA HAVE IT!" Jesse cried, slamming her bottom back
against her brother's lap. "Fuck me, FUCK ME! CUM INSIDE
ME!" She ground her ass against him, pressing for every
inch of cock she could get. "CUM, baby, CUM for me! GOTTA
HAVE MY BROTHER'S NICE THICK CUM!"
Chris grabbed her hips hard and pushed deep. His body
locked into position and he froze. From deep in his chest
came a long, low, guttural grunting moan, that seemed to
last almost a full minute, while Jesse screamed and
writhed like a banshee on the end of his dick. I could
almost see the gallons of hot, thick, steaming cum
pumping rhythmically from down in his balls, up through
the length of his prick, to spurt in hot, gooey jets far
into the core of his sister's sucking cunt.
Finally, he relaxed, loosening his hold on Jesse's hips.
She collapsed to her knees on the shower floor, still
moaning and panting, his cock coated thickly with their
juices, popping free, half-hard. Chris leaned back
against me, exhausted, breathing deeply.
"Wow." He said softly. "That was incredible."
"Oh you're not done yet, are you?" I whined at him,
grinning. "I was just gonna lick that sticky cock off for
you, so we could start again."
(( CHAPTER TWO ))
We stumbled into Jesse's room, the three of us still
soaking wet, giggling and groping -Chris couldn't get
over the fact that he had not one, but two naked girls
pawing him, eager to please him sexually in any way the
bunch of us could dream up. Jess was in drooling ecstasy
over the fact that she had a warm cuntful of her
brother's fresh jizz, the fulfillment of her longtime
fantasy. I was just really, really horny after watching
the two of them fucking each other into a lather in the
shower, and more than ready to get a little orgasm action
of my own.
As we all climbed onto the big bed, I rolled onto my back
and pulled Chris toward me. "My turn." I said to him,
kissing his lips lightly and reaching for his cock as he
climbed toward me. I fondled his hard-on as he kissed and
nuzzled my soft firm titties and began to kiss his way
down my belly. I could feel the inner walls of my cunt
contract in anticipation as he moved his mouth slowly,
aimlessly toward my pussy.
"C'mere." I grunted, tugging on his thighs. He got the
message and turned himself around into a sixty-nine, his
gorgeous young pink erection grazing across my face. I
grabbed it roughly and stuffed it into my mouth. I was
really horny and didn't feel like waiting.
That thick fleshy cockshaft stretching my lips, the
swollen knob under my roiling tongue, tasted so good I
couldn't get enough. Chris was circumcised, but the skin
on his shaft was still loose enough to slide up and down,
sheathing about half the head. I pumped and milked,
squeezing out small pearly drops of cum and lapping them
up with the tip of my tongue.
Chris buried his face in my crotch and began to lick. He
didn't know nearly as much about eating pussy as his
little sister, but he was hungry for it. He lapped and
poked and probed, his tongue jabbing deep up into my cunt
and painting my labia in broad, flat strokes.
I could feel Jesse moving around on the bed, could see
her moving over us, hands caressing Chris' ass, but it
wasn't till I heard Chris moan that I realized what she
was doing. She had pried his cheeks apart directly over
my slurping blowjob, and was licking and probing his
asshole with her talented tongue. I knew how delicious
that felt, she'd done it to me plenty and it turned me on
even more to know Chris was getting that exquisite
sensation for the first time. I ran my tongue up his
dickshaft and tenderly kissed his balls, slathering them
with my saliva.
"I gotta fuck you, Rache." Chris said, almost
apologetically as he gently pulled his prick from my
mouth and turned around to kneel over me. He kissed me
deeply and tenderly, our tongues twirling, mixing the sex
juices we'd been lapping. He prodded my fuckhole with the
blunt head of his dick and it slid right in.
"Oh, man." He sighed into my ear. "Nice cunt."
He began to fuck me in a smooth, steady back and forth
motion, his crotch ever so lightly slapping against mine.
The easy pistoning felt great and I held onto his arms,
letting myself rise toward the hot contraction I knew
wasn't far away.
Jesse had moved back around behind her brother again and
I could see her burying her face in his ass, still
teasing his crinkled little butthole with her tongue. It
must have gotten difficult with him pumping up and down
into me, 'cause after awhile she stopped, looking around
his body at me and winking. I was just about to ask her,
"What?" when I felt Chris stiffen and grunt sharply and I
knew what she was doing.
"Aaaah," Chris groaned, "man, that's intense!"
His fuck-strokes became shorter, sharper, more jabbing
from the hip. My clit was tingling and I came in warm
waves, wrapping my ankles around his legs.
I felt his cock start to throb and get rock-hard inside
me, and I knew he was gonna cum any second, so I slipped
my hips back and pulled him out of me with my hand.
"Let me see it, baby." I said, pumping, milking him,
without breaking rhythm. "Show me your cum."
"Oh, god!" He groaned and let go.
It squirted from his cock in long, thin streams, not
nearly as thick this time as the goop I'd licked from his
dick in the shower, but still creamy and beautiful. I
felt the warm spray spattering my tits, laying cum-trails
across my nipples. Some splattered on my face and I
flicked out my tongue, hoping to catch a drop or two in
my mouth. I continued to stroke him, even after he
stopped pulsing and jerking in my hand, the sticky semen
drooling over my fist to drip onto my belly.
"Woah." He said, and rolled over to lay beside me.
Jesse leapt into the breach and began to lick up and down
the length of my torso, painting my belly and breasts
with her brother's jism, licking the slimy fluid from my
firm young flesh. She continued even after she'd
completely cleaned the cum from my entire body, even
licking my face clean. She seemed fixated on my tits,
nuzzling and sucking them gently, almost purring.
"Boy," Chris said weakly after awhile. "I need a nap."
(( CHAPTER THREE ))
I lay on my back on the bed with my knees in the air,
feet dangling loosely, legs spread wide. With my left
hand I held a hand mirror, positioned at an angle over my
crotch, so I had a full view of both my sensitive holes.
My right arm was stretched down the length of my body,
wrist bent sharply around my smooth buttcheek.
My cunt oozed slippery juice in excitement while I
watched the pale puckered orifice of my sphincter gently
sucking like a sea anemone, as my middle finger probed my
steaming little teenage anus. It was so hot! My butthole
was so tight, clinging to my stiff finger, the feel of
the tender tissue inside my body so erotic -and that hot
tingly burning sensation as I fingerfucked my hungry
asshole made me moan quietly to myself.
After a few minutes of watching this deliciously erotic
sight, I dropped the mirror and moved my left hand to my
clit. The poor little pink love bud was sooo lonely. The
instant I began to strum it with my thumb, I started
cumming, my moisture drooling down my crack, coating the
finger in my anus.
Kee-rist, was I pissed when the phone rang!
"What!?" I barked into the receiver.
"Umm... Rachel?" Said the voice on the other end. It was
Chris.
"Yeh-usss," I said, rather impatiently, still gently
moving the finger in my asshole back and forth. My pussy
was literally dripping and I was in no mood to wait.
"Hi... whatcha doin'?"
Oh, not now Chris, I thought. I really don't have the
time. So I told him.
"Playing with myself." I shifted the receiver underneath
my chin, so I could put my other hand back to good use.
"No shit?" He said, though I could tell he didn't believe
me.
"What do you want, Chris?" I began to whine at him, "I
was just about to cum and you're pissing me off."
"Sorry." He said, sounding genuinely hurt. "I just
thought I'd see if you wanted to fuck."
What's that? Somebody callin' my name?
"Well, why didn't you say that? Is Jesse cummin' too?"
"No, " He said, rather cautiously. "She's out of town
shopping with Mom. But, um... I could bring somebody
along, if you want."
"Chriiiss," I chided him. Have you been telling our
little secrets?"
"Just to this one guy, Rache -I swear." He assured me.
"He's my best friend."
"Does he have a big dick?" I asked, twirling an index
finger in little circles around my clit.
"Shit, Rachel, I don't know!" He said, flustered by the
question. But I had a feeling he did know.
"Come on over," I said, smiling to myself. "Nobody home
but me."
I jumped in and out of the shower, to rinse off the sex-
sweat and pulled on a cute black sweater-dress that
barely covered my buttcheeks. I debated whether or not to
wear panties, just to tease them with, but I figured they
wouldn't be on long enough to matter, anyway.
The guys gawked and stammered nervously when I answered
the door. I just turned and went on into the living room,
bouncing on to the couch to perch on my knees. The dress
rode up, exposing my soft thighs and the lower half of my
furry mons.
"Oh, man." blurted Chris' friend, staring in disbelief.
"Toldja she was hot." replied Chris.
I smiled at them sweetly and ran my fingers through my
golden bush.
"Wanna kiss it?" I half-whispered.
"No shit!" said the new guy, dropping to his knees and
waddling over to the couch. I leaned back against the
sofa, still on my knees to thrust my crotch forward, and
he pressed his nose against my pubic hair, nuzzling my
pussy. I reached down, spreading the lips with my fingers
to give him a better view and he began licking my little
pink clit like a puppy, lapping and smacking, covering
his face in my juices and his saliva. I purred and
motioned for Chris to come up.
He stepped up onto the couch to stand beside me and undid
his jeans, taking out a beautiful full grown erection and
pointing it at my face. I leaned over and slid my mouth
over the tip, closing my lips around the crown and
sucking gently, then going all the way down the shaft.
"Aaaah." Chris closed his eyes and stroked my neck.
"Mmmmph." mumbled his friend as he kissed his way up my
belly, rolling the black dress up as he went. I grabbed
it at my midriff and pulled it off over my head, so he
could suck and fondle my breasts as he stood.
"Oh, that feels niiice," I said to him. "What's your
name?"
"Daryl." He said, switching his mouth from breast to
breast. He reached down with one hand and fumbled his
dick from his pants. Leaning back a little, he began
rubbing the engorged head against my wet slit, up and
down, against the labia and clit.
"Mmmm." I moaned, taking Chris' cock out of my mouth and
leaning forward to kiss Daryl. He frenched me back
deeply, swirling his tongue around mine with obvious
hunger.
Well now, I thought, that's unusual -I just took his
friend's cum-drooling dick out of my mouth and he doesn't
mind kissing me?
When we broke from the kiss, I went back to Chris' cock
for a moment, sucking it deeply, licking along the shaft,
then offered it to Daryl.
"Wanna taste?"
He looked at me, unsure. Looked at the glistening spit-
slick erection in my hand. Looked at Chris, who was
watching us both through half-closed eyes.
"Will somebody put their mouth on my cock, please?" He
grumbled.
Daryl leaned forward and plunged his face onto his
buddy's thick pink hard-on, sucking the stick all the way
into his mouth.
"Too fucking cool." I said, more excited than ever.
A few minutes later we were all naked in a pile on the
floor, Chris on his back, with me kneeling over in a
sixty-nine, Daryl plunging into my soaking pussy from
behind, doggie-style. Occasionally, Daryl would pull his
slippery cock out to rub it back and forth in the crack
of my sweaty behind.
I sucked and pumped Chris' swollen prick, pulling and
stroking with my fist while my tongue teased and flicked
around the head. He tongued and kissed my pussy eagerly,
lapping at the shaft of Daryl's cock as it slid back and
forth above his nose. Nibbling and kissing Daryl's
wrinkled sac, Chris reached up and grasped his friend's
turgid dick by the base, stroking and milking it as it
fucked into my slimy cunt. I could feel Daryl's head
begin to twitch and quiver inside me.
"Oooh, I'm gonna cum!" He grunted, jabbing into me in
harder, deeper strokes. "Mmm, here it is, baby!" He
pushed his hips against my ass and froze.
Moving quickly and surprising us both, Chris reached up
with his free hand and pushed against my buttcheeks,
knocking me slightly forward. His other fist still firmly
clenching Daryl's cock, he yanked the swollen meat from
my anticipating pussy, his mouth opening into a wide
hungry yawn, tongue sticking straight up just like a baby
bird's, just as Daryl's thick, creamy load came spurting
in sticky white gobs to cover Chris' greedy face.
It squirted across his chest, across my sweaty bottom,
across his closed eyelids, into his mouth to cover his
wriggling tongue. Chris rubbed the still spasming dick
against his cheeks, scooping the globs of warm sperm into
his mouth using the blunt purple head as a spoon. He
licked Daryl's cock clean and lay there panting.
"Too... fucking... COOL." I said, watching in amazement,
this was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.
I turned myself around to straddle Chris' own rigid dick
and slid it into my now flaming cunt. "You guys are
fucking amazing."
I wriggled my hips back and forth, around and around,
sliding up and down on Chris' cock, leaning over to brush
his lips with my nipples.
"Unnh!" He said, and spurted a warm load of his own into
my thrashing twat. "Thanks." He mumbled against my
breasts.
"You're not done yet." I said to him, getting off. I lay
back on my bottom, spreading my legs wide, holding my
nether-lips apart with my fingers, so both could see
Chris' thick, creamy jism oozing from my bright pink
vagina, to run down the crack of my behind.
"Come and get it, guys." I grinned at them, and they both
grinned back, licking their lips and crawling toward me.
The incredible sensations as the two of them buried their
faces together in my widespread crotch had me wriggling
and squirming across the floor. I felt my back press up
against the edge of the couch and my feet planted firmly
on the carpet, lifting my bottom up to meet those two
writhing tongues.
"Ooooh, GOD!" I moaned, as I shuddered uncontrollably in
wave after wave of blasting orgasm. Tingling wet pleasure
swirled and danced around my straining clit as their twin
mouths nibbled and sucked at my pussylips, lapping up the
sticky, stringy cum that drooled warmly from my
squeezing, contracting cunt.
"Stop! Stop!" I begged finally. I've gotta rest!" The
guys came up grinning, both their faces shiny with cum
and lubrication.
They both lounged on the carpet, looking sleepy and
satisfied, while I went off to the shower to stand under
the soothing jets of hot water for a while. When I came
back, they were both dressing hurriedly.
"I gotta get Daryl home," Chris explained. "He's supposed
to be grounded."
"Hey, wait," I said, fluffing my hair with a towel. "Can
you drop me off at my Dad's?"
(( CHAPTER FOUR ))
"Dad's got all kinds of neat music paraphernalia," I was
telling Chris as I opened the door, "Records, CDs,
autographed promotional stuff -it's a pretty big
collection." The house was silent as we stepped inside,
but I knew Dad must be around somewhere, his car was in
the drive.
"I don't hear any music -he must be cruisin' the
cybernet," I told Chris, "When Dad's not jammin' to
dinosaur rock, he's usually yakkin' at strangers on the
computer networks. I swear, sometimes I think he's having
sex with his keyboard or something." I wasn't too far
wrong.
I strolled down the dim hallway and stuck my head around
the doorway of Dad's office, ready to call out "Yo, dad
whazzup?" or something equally inane, but the picture on
the computer monitor snagged my attention. It was a full-
color shot of a naked teenage girl, her lips wrapped
tightly around the most enormous erect dick I'd ever
seen, while thick streams of milky cum purled down her
face to drip from her chin.
My stomach went tight and a little queasy and my vaginal
muscles contracted slowly and involuntarily. Suddenly the
whole room seemed kind of distant and unreal, except for
the face of the girl in the picture. It wasn't so amazing
that Dad might have a nasty picture on his computer
screen, or even that he might have a thing for a cute
teenage girl. The weird part was, the girl looked just
like ME.
I turned my head to look at Chris standing beside me in
the door, but he just gaped, open mouthed, looking even
more dumbfounded than I felt. I looked back, waiting for
him to comment on the resemblance, when I saw my Dad -I'd
been looking OVER him. He was sitting in the chair before
the monitor, bent over double like a paper doll.
I'd have thought he was dead or something except for the
bobbing motion as his head moved slightly up and down,
but it wasn't until he came up a little farther, gasping
for air, that I saw his shiny wet dick poking up from the
waistband of his sweats, and knew what he was doing. My
Dad was sucking his own cock!
"Too. Fucking. Cool." I blurted, not realizing at first
that I'd spoken aloud. The wheels in my head were turning
so fast I couldn't grasp and hold a single concrete
thought. I was in like, Maximum Overdrive. While Chris
may have been the fulfillment of his sister's deep dark
incest fantasies, mine had always been my dear ol' Dad.
Of course, I'd always imagined that when I was finally
ready to take the plunge, it would be a warm'n'snuggly
Dad'n'daughter cuddle kinda thing -but it was a little
too late to turn and tiptoe out of the room now. 'Oops-
sorry, I'll come back later.' just wasn't gonna cut it.
Dad froze for a moment, then slowly, stiffly raised
himself and turned his head toward me.
"Didn't think you were gonna get here till later." He
said, with a very embarrassed grin. His dick twitched in
the cool air and I stared at it in open awe. It was
bigger and lots thicker than any I'd had, puffy and meaty
looking -a really big mouthful, and I was suddenly aware
that I was salivating.
"Oh, shit!" Dad said, apparently noticing Chris for the
first time.
I gave a quick glance around, to see that Chris, too, was
silently ogling dad's beautiful cock.
"That's really cool, Dad." I said, trying to deflate some
of the awkward tension in the room. I looked him in the
eyes, sliding my hands into the back pockets of my shorts
and thrusting my chest out a little, to be sure he caught
a look at my nipples through my T-shirt.
"Well... it isn't exactly something I ever intended to do
for an audience." He said, still smiling weakly. For a
moment I was afraid he might ask us to leave and just
pretend it had never happened.
"I didn't think that was even possible for humans." Chris
volunteered suddenly, "I tried it once or twice when I
was a kid, but I couldn't even come close."
"Me either," dad grinned crookedly, relaxing a little. "I
read about it in Penthouse Forum when I was about your
age -some guy wrote in claiming he did it all the time.
It sounded pretty hot to me, so I tried it. Lay down on
my back, threw my legs back over my head and lay there
wishing with my stiff dick dangling about six inches
above my face."
"So how'd you figure out how to do it?" Chris asked,
still stealing glances at my father's lovely erection.
Dad didn't acknowledge the admiring looks, but I noticed
his cock pulsing and quivering just a bit, a gleaming
drop of cum welling up at the slit of it's head, just
begging to be licked off.
"It's not so much a specific trick, as just teaching the
body to learn the position," Dad said, "At first I
noticed that when you're upside down, you can catch your
feet under something like a drawer or a headboard ledge
and use it to curl your body even more tightly. That's
how I learned to get the tip past my lips. Later, I
learned that if you loosen up the back and shoulder
muscles enough, you can do it sitting down like this and
get even more -sometimes about half the shaft."
"Wow," gushed Chris, still staring at Dad's dick with a
faraway look in his eye, and I knew what he'd be doing
when he got home.
"You mean you've been doing this a long time?" I asked
him. Obviously my Pop was a lot kinkier than I'd ever
thought. "Does Mom know?"
"Your mother was never interested in anything so unusual.
I tried to turn her on to a few things, but she just
didn't want to know. She thought things like this were
perverse and disgusting."
Oh, you poor baby, I thought, let me make you feel all
better.
"Perverse, maybe," I said, walking over to kneel at his
feet. "But no way disgusting! Show me that again, Daddy,
that was really hot!"
I looked up at him from between his legs and he leaned
forward, his eyes locked with mine.
I thought he was going to kiss me, even started to raise
my lips to his, but he reached under his thighs, locked
his elbows around his legs and his mouth descended
straight onto his still erect cock, the head pushing past
his puckered lips, till he had the first half of it
buried in his mouth.
Then he came slowly up, and I watched from inches away,
as the shaft eased wetly, a millimeter at a time out of
his swollen cheeks, the crown of the purple head finally
appearing just before it popped out, waggling stiffly in
the air. He licked around the head, then dived onto the
pole again, now bobbing up and down, sucking in earnest,
his spittle drooling down the shaft and around his tight,
wrinkled scrotum.
I couldn't believe I was actually seeing this! It was so
amazing, I just stared, getting wetter and wetter. With
one hand I reached up unconsciously and began to fondle
my breasts. I was enraptured in the sight, fascinated by
the idea of watching my own father actually orgasm a full
load of his sperm into his own mouth. On the other hand,
it just wasn't in me to sit by and be only a spectator.
"Mmm," I purred, leaning forward finally and whispering
into his ear. "Let me help." I took his gorgeous penis
tenderly from his mouth and devoured it with my own.
"Aaaah," Daddy groaned, sitting up in the chair and
smiling down at me. He glanced over at Chris, still
standing in the door, who had taken his own hard cock out
and was watching the two of us, stroking it sensuously,
the first bead of cum just appearing at the engorged tip.
Dad motioned Chris over to us. "C'mere."
Chris walked over to stand beside us, still massaging
himself. Dad reached up, took Chris' hand, pulled it away
from his stiff cock and leaning towards him, plowed his
mouth onto Chris' rigid pink meat.
"Oh, man!" Chris moaned, putting his hands on dad's head,
as my father grabbed him by the hips and plunged my
friend's cock deeper into his sucking mouth. I could tell
Dad was incredibly turned on by the ravenous way he was
slurping Chris' dick, it was obvious he was relishing the
delicious young cock -his own massive meat was swollen
rock-hard between my plunging lips, pulsing like it might
burst in a creamy explosion any second.
I wondered if Dad was so hot because he'd never done
anything like this before, or if he just really liked
sucking dick... of course, it could have been the fact
that his own cute'n'sexy teenage daughter was
simultaneously giving a sloppy lip massage to his own
rigid pole. Either which way you looked at it, Dad and I
were clearly entering the beginning of a beautiful new
father-daughter relationship and I was loving it!
"Change-up!" I exclaimed, pulling Dad off the chair and
onto the floor, leading him by his now slippery dick.
Chris' cock popped out of Dad's mouth as we went and
Chris followed us onto the carpet. I quickly pulled off
my shorts and yanked my T-shirt over my head. Dad stared
hungrily at my breasts, like he just couldn't wait to
suck a whole one all the way into his mouth. The thought
gave me excited little chill bumps.
"Somebody has gotta fuck me now!" I said, lying back on
the floor and parting my legs, so Dad could get a good
look at my fresh pink pouting lil' pussy. I was dying to
feel that big fat whopper in my tight wet cunt.
Dad looked up at Chris, like he thought the boy might
argue with him about who got to fuck me first. Maybe he
thought Chris was my boyfriend or something. Chris just
smiled, his saliva-wet hard-on still bobbing in front of
him. "Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt... go
ahead, man." The little smartass!
Dad leaned over me, lowering his face to mine, in a real
kiss this time. I raised my head to meet him, my right
hand combing through his hair as I opened my mouth and we
twirled our cum-sticky tongues together. I kissed and
tongued him soulfully, tasting him, fucking his mouth
gently with my tongue, probing and searching. I made love
to him with my lips, ending the clench by biting tenderly
on his lower lip and slowly releasing it.
He kissed his way down my neck, across my chest, nibbling
my nipples with his lips, pinching them in tiny bites
with his teeth. I moaned aloud when he slid his warm
palms under the cheeks of my ass and lifted my bottom off
the floor, burying his face in my pussy, sucking the lips
between his and flicking at my clit with his expert
tongue.
"Oh god, Daddy!" I squealed as he spread me with his
fingers and sucked my stiff little nubbin into his mouth,
swirling his tongue around it. His thumb slipped into my
soaking hole, fucking back and forth as he licked me and
I squirmed uncontrollably, panting and bucking.
"Oooh, Jesus, Daddy -put your dick in me, please!" I
whined, reaching between my legs and grabbing his cock.
He moved his body over mine and I rubbed the blunt head
of his dick against my nether-lips. He slid all the way
into me in a single smooth, wet stroke and I began to
orgasm instantly from the wonderful feel of his huge
thickness stretching the hungry walls of my cunt, filling
me up more completely than anything I'd ever experienced
before. I thrashed my hips about wildly, grabbing his
upper arms tightly as my entire body shuddered violently,
deliciously.
"Daddy, oh god, Daddy!" I screamed, thrusting up to meet
him, clambering for every inch of him. I wanted all of
him inside me, even his tender balls, every bit of his
sex, stuffed - buried up inside my warm pussy. I couldn't
stop cumming, yet it still wasn't enough. I couldn't hold
enough of him to feel that I'd thoroughly satisfied that
perfect cock -and at that moment, I lived to please him,
to make him cum in screaming ecstasy, to give him the
same overwhelming pleasure that I was experiencing.
I felt a warm fleshy prodding at my lips and opened my
eyes to see that Chris had knelt beside us and was
feeding his own prick toward me, rubbing it back and
forth across my lips. I lapped and tickled it with my
tongue, while I continued to writhe my hips and buck on
my father's cock.
Dad put his lips down on mine, trapping Chris' rigid pink
penis between us, sliding the head into his mouth, to
suck the slippery cum that was drooling from the tip in a
shiny strand. I licked Chris' wrinkly balls, gently
sucking them each in turn. Above me, Chris moaned, his
head rolling back loosely on his shoulders. The moaning
turned to a light grunting and I could tell he was about
to cum.
Inside my clenching cunt, Dad's cock swelled up suddenly,
even larger than before and began to quiver and pulse.
Pulling back, he reached down with one hand and yanked
his spasming meat out of my pussy. I nearly screamed at
him to put it back, but he was already up on one knee,
his big dick aimed straight at my now slimy face. Before
I could even open my mouth to catch it, his steaming
sperm came blasting at me in pearly ropes, drenching my
cheeks and splattering across Chris' dick and balls to
drip off his steely erection in thick, creamy strands.
The hot sight of Dad's yummy jism electrified Chris, too,
and his own excited prick began to jerk and throb,
spurting even more sticky cum across my face and breasts,
some even spattering onto my father's cock and thighs. We
were all dripping with milky male love cream. I scooped
it off my face in thick gobs and sucked it off my
fingers, rubbing the rest into my breasts and cheeks. It
smelled sooo sexy.
The guys sat back on the carpet, panting, while I lounged
on my back, just feeling the sticky liquid cool and dry
on my warm flesh. Dad seemed kind of lost in a daze, but
he was smiling. Chris looked around for his jeans and
stiffly rose from the floor.
"Whew!" He sighed, "It's been fun, gang, but I really
gotta get goin'. Seeya tomorrow, Rache."
"Maybe," I smiled, waving goodbye from the floor. "I may
just stay home and snuggle with my Daddy."
*
When I opened my eyes to the early grey light of dawn the
next morning, I was already smiling, the corners of my
mouth turned up in what must have been the most blissful
of sweet dreams. I basked in the most delicious feeling
of comfort and warmth I could remember having ever felt,
my father's big strong body stretched out next to me in
bed, my tender breasts pressed into his side, one arm
sprawled across his chest.
We'd made passionate love until the wee hours of morning,
but it was nothing like the kinetic frenzy of lust
yesterday with Chris had been. Daddy had taken me with
such tenderness and affection, I thought I'd die and go
straight to heaven. He so gently mouthed my breasts,
kissed my open lips, and slowly, unceasingly, deeply
fucked me for hours upon hours, until I forgot my own
name and simply became the orgasm.
My trembling sensitive pink pussy became one with my
Daddy's cock, until we were like this eternal symbol of
father-daughter sexual love. I've never experienced
anything even remotely like it in my life, and I love to
fuck. I never knew really good sex could make you, like,
hallucinate and stuff, but when he came inside me and
filled me up, I swear I saw God. It was beautiful. My Dad
is beautiful, and if I never do anything else right in my
life, I just hope I can be the kind of girl that deserves
a wonderful lover like him.
"I love you." I told him, as I kissed his forehead and
eyelids to wake him up. "More than anything."
"Mmmm." He moaned softly. "I love you, too, baby."
"I want to make you happy," I said, stroking his bare
chest. "Do whatever you want me to. Beat me, whip me, cum
on my face. I wanna be your dog."
He rolled his head toward me and kissed my blonde hair.
"That can be arranged." He smiled. "Are you serious?"
My soft hand strayed toward his semi-hard dick, toying
with it, feeling it stiffen. I turned my head toward his,
so my mouth was at his ear.
"Do me." I whispered. "Any way you want."
(( CHAPTER FIVE ))
"Ouch!" I complained as Dad snapped the second pair of
handcuffs onto my wrists. My arms were stretched so wide
between the bedposts that it made my shoulders ache. My
ankles were tied together with a lightweight rope- the
kind some people still use for clothesline, which was
wrapped over and around the foot of the bed, so I could
get up on my knees, but I couldn't move from side to
side, or turn around. With my shoulders stretched at such
a high level, I couldn't even turn my head to look behind
me.
"From this point on, you will refer to me as Master." Dad
said, from behind me. I could hear him doing something,
but I couldn't tell what.
"Okay." I agreed, without really thinking.
Something snapped loudly, making me jump a little, and a
bright blossom of red-hot pain tattooed itself on my left
buttcheek.
"Oww, god-damn!" I cried. That hurt!"
Daddy's voice came from behind me again, quiet, but firm.
"What did you say?"
I'm not stupid. I got the idea pretty quickly.
"Yes, Master."
"Better." He said. "I will allow you 'Daddy' and 'Father'
in front of others. But you must never address me without
one of these titles of respect."
"Yes, Father." I replied meekly. I don't usually consider
myself a submissive person. In fact, I'm pretty
independent and headstrong most of the time. But I love
my Daddy, and if this was what he wanted, I'd learn it
for him.
The loud SNAP rang in my ears again, and I gasped aloud
as the venom of a dozen wasp stings blistered my bottom.
Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let myself
whimper or whine.
"What did I tell you?" Daddy asked.
"I'm sorry, Master." I said, as submissively as I knew
how.
The stinging heat bit my poor smooth ass again, layering
fresh pain on top of the throbbing stripes I'd already
earned. I thought hard, trying to figure out how I'd
disobeyed, my mind racing to come up with the answer
before he whipped me again. What had he told me, that I'd
missed?
"You told me I must call you Master or Daddy or Father."
I babbled hurriedly. Then it clicked. "And that Daddy and
Father are allowed only in front of others! Forgive me,
Master!"
I felt his gentle hand caress my burning bottom, coolly
stroking my flushed cheeks.
"That's my girl." He said, a smile in his voice. "You
learn quickly."
*
I peered through the peephole to see who was ringing the
damn doorbell so insistently. It had to be one of my
friends, Dad's grownup friends generally have a little
more tact. Through the teeny periscope I saw Jesse,
dancing impatiently from foot to foot and smacking a big
wad of gum.
"Hi." I said, opening the door and stepping back to let
her in. She froze for a moment when she saw me and her
gum chewing slowed, but didn't stop. I was naked, except
for a silver slave-chain about my waist and a leather
collar around my neck. She stepped past me, smiling
hesitantly, not knowing quite what to make of the look.
"Cool." She said, "Your Dad go away for the weekend and
leave you the keys, or what?"
Then she saw Dad, lounging on the sofa, still in his big
loose bathrobe. I could tell she was piecing the
situation together in her head, but couldn't quite bring
herself to vocalize it, lest she'd guessed wrong.
I padded back across the room, and sat on the floor at
Daddy's feet, like he'd taught me to do. I wanted to be a
good, obedient slave. Daddy's spankings hurt.
"Good morning." Jesse said, kind of nodding at Dad, her
eyes darting nervously about the room.
"Morning, Jess." Dad smiled. He was browsing the Sunday
paper, but I knew without even looking he was also
stealing glances at Jesse's trim little raven-haired bod.
Her jeans clung snugly to her slender, shapely thighs and
though her tits were barely more than a swell of her
chest, the dark chocolate color of her perfect quarter-
size nipples showed clearly through her cream-colored
blouse.
Jess sat down on the couch and looked at me, still
smacking her gum. I could tell she had a million
questions, but was too shy to ask them in front of Dad.
"So what happened to Chris?" She asked me. "I couldn't
have dragged his lazy ass out of bed this morning with a
tow truck, and he says it's all your fault."
Dad just grinned and looked at his paper. I smiled at
Jesse and cocked my head. "Hmmm... can't imagine... "
Dad looked up at Jess quizzically. "Did he say anything
about his dick being sore?"
"Well, he didn't say that," Jesse began to grin herself.
"But I suspected that might be part of the problem when I
offered to blow him and he just groaned and rolled over
to go back to sleep."
"Oh, that's terrible!" Dad said, setting the paper aside.
"You poor girl -you can't start your day without
breakfast, it isn't healthy. Rachel, offer our guest some
cock."
"Yes, father." I said, like a good little girl. I got up
on my knees, opened the front of Daddy's robe and grasped
his already stiffening dick in my fist. I slid my mouth
over it and ran my tongue up and down it a few times, to
make sure it was really rigid, then I offered the thick
tube steak to Jesse. "Mmmm- have some, please."
Jess had stopped chewing her gum and just sat there,
staring in amazement at the hefty sumptuous dick
glistening with my saliva that bobbed in the air before
her as it pulsed in my fist. I swear I could hear her
tight little pussy lubricating as she stared.
She took the gum out of her mouth and slid off the sofa
to kneel beside me, her movements slow and trancelike.
Her right hand reached out to gently take the fat pole
from my fist. She squeezed it, stroked it, rested its
weight against her palm. Then she leaned forward, eyes
closing in sensual ecstasy, to rub it against her face,
inhaling it's scent.
"Mmmm... " She purred. "Gotta have it."
She took each of Dad's huge, satiny balls into her mouth,
one at a time and tenderly made love to them with her
tongue. Her mouth ran smoothly up his shaft and she
engulfed the big purple mushroom of his cockhead, barely
stretching her mouth enough to insert it. I watched in
rapt adoration, my best friend giving my father a savory
and affectionate blowjob, as he lay his head back on the
sofa groaning in pleasure. My hand slipped to my crotch
and I began to rub my soft pink slit, the viscous juices
already flowing freely.
"You like that tasty cock?" Dad asked Jesse, smiling at
her through slitted eyes. Jesse just moaned and smiled
back. "Bet you'd have loved seeing it yesterday, when it
squirted white hot cock-cream all over your big brother's
pretty pink dick."
Jesse took dad's meat out of her mouth, still pumping it
with her fist and gasped. "Oh, god, -wow!" She marveled.
"That's so hot! You've gotta do that again, so I can see
it."
"Only if you promise to lick us both clean, like Rachel
did." Daddy said, reaching out to stroke Jesse's hair.
"No problem," said Jess, lapping dad's cockhead. "Love
that cum -gotta have it!"
"You should've seen Dad slurping away with Chris' cock in
his mouth," I said from behind her, still slowly
massaging my clit, "While he deep-fucked me."
"You guys!" Jesse whined, whipping her head around to
glare at me in mock-anger. "How dare you have all that
fun while I'm not even here! I'm never going out of town
again!"
"Well, I guess we do kinda owe you one," Dad grinned.
"We'll have to plan a little party for next weekend to
make up for it. Rache- " He motioned me over next to
Jesse. "You wanna help your friend finish up here?"
I quickly scooted over to his knee, so I could lean in
and take turns with Jesse, lapping and sucking at Dad's
swollen erection. He sat there moaning quietly, watching
our two ravenous teenage mouths coaxing the cum from his
turgid rod. When he finally came, it wasn't a lot -
between the mini-orgy with Chris and the night of passion
with me, his balls were pretty drained, but Jesse and I
tongue-warred over the small amount of his delicious
cream that there was. We shared the sticky goo in a deep
french kiss as Dad lay back on the couch with his eyes
closed, smiling to himself.
(( CHAPTER SIX ))
The next couple of days were pretty uneventful, just
school and hanging out and babbling on the phone and
stuff, which was just as well -most everybody I knew was
a little shagged out and crotch-weary from all the hot
fun we'd had over the weekend. I did think about it a
lot, though, and once in awhile I couldn't help rubbing
my poor tired pussy a little.
The knowledge that I was now my father's submissive sex
slave really blew my horny little mind. If he'd called me
up and told me to come over and fuck an elephant in front
of a TV news crew, I'd have been there in an instant,
sore pussy or not, kneeling, curtsying and saying "Yes,
Master," with my young pink bottom in the air.
As the week wore on, I found it harder and harder to
concentrate on schoolwork, thinking about what Dad had
said about all of us partying together the next weekend.
I kept visualizing all the different possibilities and
combinations that could lead to, and after awhile it
induced such an intense state of constant nervous
horniness, I felt almost sick to my stomach with sexual
desire.
So I was having more than a little trouble finishing my
homework by Wednesday afternoon. I sat at the kitchen
table, fiddling with my pencil, thinking about calling
daddy and masturbating with him on the telephone. I
thought he might like that, and I knew I could really get
off listening to his sexy voice and visualizing him
squirting a delicious, rich load of cum from his heavy
prick and licking it off his fingers while I lightly
fingered my moist little clitoris.
Unfortunately for me, Dad wouldn't even be home from work
for another hour and a half. I folded my arms and rocked
back and forth, the excess nervous energy making me
shiver. I stared and stared at the workbook in front of
me, but it was like the words were in a foreign language,
they just wouldn't sink into my brain. Finally, I managed
to absorb enough of the dry, boring text to realize I
needed a dictionary to do the stuff.
I guess I ought to keep one on hand, but I read and
communicate really well as a rule, so it's not often I
have much need to look up words. This time, though I
couldn't do the work without one, so I got up from the
table, bitching to myself and started searching the
house. The house is like, full of books -we're all big
readers, but I'll be damned if I could find a single
dictionary in the whole place! Finally I sat down on the
couch, chewing my thumbnail in exasperation, to rack my
brain one last time.
Mom's room! There was a bookshelf in the headboard of her
bed -it was the only place in the house I hadn't looked.
I sauntered back to Mom's room and flopped on the bed,
scanning the row of volumes in the headboard case.
Politics, science, historical fiction, a couple of porno
novels Dad had left when he moved out -I'd read those
already, fingering my virginal little snatch into a
frenzy when I was ten... not a single friggin' dictionary
in sight!
"Well, I sighed to myself, raising up on one arm to roll
off the bed, "I guess Mom and I will be cruisin' to the
bookstore when she gets home." That's when I saw the
dickhead.
It was peeking out from between the mattresses on the
side by the wall. For awhile I just lay there, staring at
it. It was huge, even bigger than Dad's, a weird kind of
pinkish-orange color that only rubber can achieve, with a
tastelessly realistic vein running back from the head,
along the shaft and disappearing into the crack between
the mattress and box springs. I had one kind of like it,
hidden under my own mattress, only mine was prettier,
with a hollow bulb at the bottom that, if you filled it
with a thick non-toxic liquid and heated it in the
microwave for just a minute, would actually squirt a hot
load inside you when you squeezed it.
Mom's was much bigger, though, and made of some kind of
highly dense, thick rubber. I could tell it was heavy
even before I reached under the mattress and pulled it
out. I had no idea just how heavy until I yanked it loose
and saw that it was nearly two feet long! I held it up
and marveled at it's immense length and thickness, and
the fact that it had a head on each end!
"Too fucking cool, Mom." I laughed to myself. My parents
were turning out to be just full of surprises. I'd always
thought of my Mom -especially- as so straight, it was
almost embarrassing to know something so secret and
intimate about her. Still, I couldn't shed my amazement
at the mental image of my mother stuffing this giant,
super-thick cock into her hot wet cunt... and once the
picture had formed itself in my head, it wouldn't go
away.
The sexual tension already humming through my nervous
system notched up even higher and I felt sure I was going
to hyperventilate. I held the giant dildo up to my nose
and inhaled, sniffing the strong scent of rubber, and
underneath, the fainter, more delicate, acrid and musky
scent of a hot, slippery pussy. I held the enormous shaft
to my chest and flicked out my tongue to lick one of the
bulbous heads. It was tart and tangy, and my nipples
stood instantly on end, from the knowledge that I was
tasting my own mother's cunt juices.
I stretched my mouth as wide as I possibly could, and
eased the huge egg-shaped knob between my lips. It barely
fit, bloating my cheeks out wide, my face so full, there
was barely room for me to run my tongue around it, so I
could lick the jumbo rubber head clean. I could smell my
mother's fragrant cunt on the smooth toy and the odor was
intoxicating.
*
"RACHEL ROUNDHEELS, just what in THE HELL do you think
you're doing!?"
I swear to god, I jumped completely out of my skin! I
jerked my head around without even thinking, to face Mom
standing in the doorway. I still had the big dickhead
stuffed in my mouth -it was too large to just yank out,
I'd have lost teeth- and I felt my face immediately start
to burn crimson in humiliation. I eased the dildo from my
lips and stammered, "I'm sorry -I was just goofing
around, Mom -I came in here looking for-"
But she was already gone, into the adjoining bathroom,
the door slamming sharply with a sound like clapping
thunder. Before the echo had even died, I heard her
sobbing in embarrassment. I never felt like such shit in
my life. I love my Mom completely and I'd never do
anything on purpose to make her feel bad. Besides, I was
pretty embarrassed myself -I must've looked like a total
dipshit standing there with a two-foot rubber schlong
hanging out of my distended face.
I went to the closed bathroom door, and tapped my finger
on it, knocking. She stopped sobbing aloud, but there was
no reply.
"Mom," I pleaded, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to
upset you or anything. I found it by accident, I swear. I
was just messing around with it, I know I shouldn't have,
but I guess I got a little... I dunno... turned on.
Please don't be mad."
Still there was no reply. I stood there, feeling more
stupid and worthless than I'd ever thought a person could
feel, trying to think of something to say that would make
up for the humiliation I'd caused her. Then the door
opened.
"You got a little TURNED ON? Is that what you said?"
"Well, yeah," I said having trouble making eye contact.
"It was kind of hot thinking about... what you do with
it."
Mom smiled at me gently, almost laughing. "Don't kid
yourself, dear, she said, hugging me, "It's not nearly as
nice as the real thing."
"Oh -no, Mom," I explained, her breasts pressing against
me making my stomach do flip- flops again. " I mean, I
was thinking about what you do with it." I decided to go
for broke, even at the risk of embarrassing her or making
her angry again. "That's why I wanted to taste it."
She sort of froze in mid-hug, but she didn't let go. I
could feel the sexual electricity passing silently
between us -it's kind of an aura-mingling thing that
tells you somebody wants you even before they've ever
said a word. I could tell she was turning on, even if the
turn-on was freaking her out.
"Honey," She said quietly, over my shoulder. "Don't you
think your first experience should be... with a man...
the way nature intended? "
I almost giggled, but choked it back.
"Mom, I said, leaning back to look her in the face. "I am
way beyond the 'first experience' stage."
"Oh." She said, looking mildly surprised, obviously
unsure what to say next. "I see."
Clearly the time for words was rapidly passing -if I let
her go on trying to babble her way into a comfort zone,
the whole situation would just become unbearably awkward.
Probably nothing would ever happen and we'd never even be
able to discuss it again. I decided to go with decisive
action instead. So I reached up to stroke her face and
gently kissed her on the lips.
"It tasted wonderful." I whispered.
She didn't try to break the kiss, so I lingered at her
mouth, licking her upper lip, biting the lower one,
sliding my tongue into her mouth.
"Mmmm," I moaned against her neck, gently biting her
throat. "Show me how it works."
I sat down on the edge of the bed, next to the fat dildo,
and kicked off my sneakers. While I was wriggling out of
my jeans, Mom sat beside me, a glassy, bewildered
expression on her face, mechanically unbuttoning her
blouse. "You know, I... I've always fantasized about
having a bisexual experience -eventually," she said,
looking rather dazed. "But I'd never have believed that
one day I'd make love with my own daughter."
I stood up on my knees on the bed, in just my panties and
white tank top, kissed her again, then pushed her back
onto the mattress, nuzzling her breasts as I undid her
bra. The instant they were free, I began sucking hard on
her big brown nipples, going back and forth between them.
"It just seems so... perverted... but it feels...
wonderful... "
"Shut up, Mother." I mumbled against the warm fleshy
globes.
She broke into a grin, but she stopped talking. I felt
her warm hands gliding up my thighs and caressing my
bottom. Mom tugged on my panties, pulling them down to my
knees, then slipped her fingertips between my legs,
probing and exploring. I put my mouth against her ear.
"Mmmm, touch my pussy, Mom. Feel my slippery wet cunt."
She did. Her fingers danced around my nether-lips,
slipping inside to tease, then back up my slit to
tenderly polish my clitoris. I rotated my ass in the air,
plunging back to engulf her coy fingers. Once in awhile,
her middle finger would slip against my tiny pleated
asshole making me gasp and grunt -at first I thought it
was just by accident, then she pressed harder, popping
inside, up to the first knuckle.
"Ooooh, god, that's sooo incredibly hot, Mom!" I moaned,
biting hard on her rigid nipples.
"You gotta do me, too, baby" She said, pulling her
fingers out and reaching under me to undo her skirt and
yank it and her panties down her legs. we both discarded
the last of our clothes so we could seriously indulge in
each other's flesh.
I crawled back over her, grabbing the giant double-dong
from beside us, and began rubbing it slowly back and
forth across her slit, bending to spread her cuntlips so
I could lap her clit, too. My tongue forayed down her
labia, occasionally slipping between them, into my
mother's moist and tasty vagina. When she was really
dripping and slick, I started easing the huge rubber dick
knob up inside her. She grunted and wriggled her hips,
fucking back at the hefty nightstick.
"Mmm," Mom purred, "You, too, Honey, come here." She
shifted herself around on the bed, so we both had room to
stretch out, and positioned me on my bottom at her
crotch, our legs pretzled over each other.
Our cunts were nearly mouth-to-mouth, just a few inches
apart, and she took the big rubber dick's remaining head
and pushed it against my own slippery opening. I rotated
my hips, lubricating the manikin meat with my juices so
that it slid in more easily. Still, it was huge -I felt
it stretching my vaginal walls even wider than Daddy's
thick cock had done. Once it was in, the sight was such
an incredible rush, I couldn't stop thrusting my ass back
toward Mom.
The huge rubber cock was buried deep in both our
stretched and hungry holes, only two or three inches
could still be seen protruding from our swollen, puffy
pink pussies. Every time one of us moved, it caused the
dildo to plunge deeper into the other.
We were fucking each other with every twitch of our hips.
Both of us began to cum, our vaginas contracting over and
over on that enormous firm penis that writhed and plunged
as we bucked, just like a real cock. I lay there heaving
and sweating, fucking Mom hard, leaning back on my elbows
so I could watch her big tits bobble and shimmy as I
thrust the cock into her dripping snatch. She was
groaning and panting herself, reaching down once in
awhile to rub my clit and massage my labia as they sucked
at the pink rubbery telephone pole stuffed into my
widespread cooze.
Finally, Mom eased her end from her slimy slit and moved
up over me to kiss my breasts, neck and tummy. I felt her
reach between my legs and continue to fuck me with the
dildo. It was so sweet. She kissed her way down my belly
to my mons, and began lapping at my pussylips while she
slid the imitation dick in and out slowly. I just closed
my eyes and floated on the endless orgasm, moaning
softly. Then I felt something nudge my crack and press up
against my asshole. Mom was trying to push the other end
of that giant dildo into my bottom.
"No-no-no!" I protested, laughing. "It's too big!"
"You wanted to know what I do with it," Mom grinned up at
me wickedly. "This is my favorite trick."
She rubbed the huge head in my own cunt juices, which
were running in slippery rivers from my pussy, and
pressed it against my asshole again, harder this time.
"Mom!" I squealed, in real pain. That rubber thing was
fucking huge!
She kept pushing, slowly, gently, but it didn't help -the
thing was just too big! "Mom" I cried again. "STOP IT!"
The giant knob popped past my screaming sphincter and
shoved its way up into my hotly burning butthole. It felt
like it was going to split me wide open, but good gods,
was my pussy on fire! "Oh, Jesus, Mom!" I panted. "That's
so good. It hurts, oh god it hurts -I love it!"
It was all true, my poor abused bum felt like it would
tear from the overload, but my little ol' clit was hard
as a pebble and my two full fuckholes wouldn't let me
stop cumming! I shuddered and shook and trembled, and
somewhere along the way, I passed out.
I came back to conscious-land with Mom kneeling over me,
lightly kissing my forehead. The dildo was nowhere in
sight, but the tingling and aching in my butt and the
warm, stretched and satisfied feeling in my pussy weren't
going to let me forget it anytime soon. I reached up and
took one of Mom's big breasts in my hand and nuzzled it,
smooching the nipple.
"That was nice, Mom." I said dreamily.
"Are you okay, honey?" She asked me, smiling. "I know it
was kind of uncomfortable going in, but I really thought
you'd like it."
"I loved it, Mom." I sighed, "How about you?"
"It was the most exciting sexual experience I've ever had
in my life, Rachel." She said. "Thank you for making it
happen."
"I'm glad you had a good time, Mom, "" I told her, "I
love you."
Then a sly and wicked thought occurred to me and I smiled
up at her tenderly. "What are you doing Saturday night?"
(( CHAPTER SEVEN ))
I stashed my panties under a cushion on the couch just as
Dad's key clicked in the front door lock. I'd rushed over
the instant I finished my homework and my housecleaning
chores, bribing Chris to drive me with the promise of a
blow job on the way. When he and Jess heard what I was
planning though, we decided maybe he should wait till
Saturday, so his balls could build up a really big load
of cum.
I only hoped he'd be able to wait that long without
jerking himself off thinking about it, or being ravaged
by his slut sister. I barely had time to undress and get
my collar and chains on before I heard Dad's car in the
drive. I quickly curled up on my side on the sofa,
angling my bottom so my asscheeks and my perfect pink
vulva were the first things he'd see.
"Greetings Master," I purred as he walked into the room.
"Pussy?" I spread my legs and rubbed my hand over my
bush, slipping a finger between my tender nether-lips.
"I'm so glad you're here," He said, yanking at his tie
and walking over to smile down at me as he undressed.
"I've been thinking about you all day." I believed him -I
could see the big lump in his pants even before he
reached for his belt buckle and began to undo them.
"Mmmm, -and what delicious things did you think, Master?"
I asked, still slowly massaging my moistening slit.
Dad discarded the rest of his clothing and stepped into
the middle of the living room, motioning for me to join
him. As I did he lay on his back, and flipping over, came
to rest with his shoulders and head still on the floor,
and his butt in the air, legs dangling over his face,
touching the floor behind his head. His big cock jutted
stiffly down toward his face and I knew we were both in
for a yummy meat treat.
He grabbed the base of his cock with one fist and began
squeezing and stroking it firmly, till the clear cum
began to ooze out. I crawled over on all fours and put my
face right next to his, so close I could feel his hot
breath on my face and smell the warm, fleshy musk of his
engorged cock. His clear anticipatory fluids drooled from
the swollen purple head of his hard-on in a shiny wet
strand, which he caught on his outstretched tongue. I
moaned in sheer flaming lust from the kinky, erotic sight
and leaned forward to lick his tight, wrinkled scrotum.
"I've been thinking about sharing this with my daughter."
He whispered, lapping at his own dickhead, then offering
the moistened erection to me. I sucked the pretty head
into my mouth, flicking the sensitive underside with my
tongue a few times, then guided it back to his lips.
"In fact," He said," I've been thinking how hot it might
be to share it with my daughter and her fine young
fuckbuddy Chris." He took the stiff cock halfway into his
mouth and slowly drew it out, obviously savoring the
taste and feel of it in his mouth. "How beautiful it
would be for you and I to suck my cock and Chris' cock at
the same time -together... to lap at both heads
simultaneously... to rub the rigid shafts together... to
drench my face in a shower of warm sperm... "
As he spoke, I could almost see it happening. I felt like
my pussy was actually dripping juice like a leaky faucet.
"Yesss Daddy," I sighed, kissing his beautiful cock.
"Let's have a fuckparty -you told Jesse we would -this
weekend, remember?"
"I've never forgotten it for a minute, baby. Can you get
Jesse and Chris here Saturday night?"
"And a couple more, I think. There'll be enough pussy and
hard cock to make a porno flick."
I had a brainstorm and got up to turn my body around,
backing up to Daddy on my hands and knees. I inched back
over his face, so he could stay in position while he
eased his hard-on into my pussy.
"Oh, beautiful!" He said, watching from underneath as I
pumped my ass back and forth, fucking his huge dick. His
hands grasped my butt cheeks as I rocked, and I felt him
swelling inside me.
"Ohhh, yes, Daddy." I grunted, my cunt clutching at his
shaft as I came. He was cumming too, I could feel the
first couple jets of steaming sperm squirting into my
slick hole. Then he pushed my bottom forward and popped
out of me. I looked underneath, between my legs, to watch
as the rest of his gooey warm cream spurted straight into
his own face, covering his cheeks and squirting into his
open mouth, dripping from his wriggling tongue.
I saw him swallow the big dollop of cum he'd caught on
his tongue, and I turned around quick so I could get to
his face and share some before he'd scooped it all up and
eaten it. I licked the sperm from his cheeks, pushing
some over to his lips where he could lick it off, as we
shared his sticky essence. Then he uncurled his pretzled
body and I lay in his arms for awhile, absorbing his
warmth before I had to go home.
"That's a great idea, y'know." He said, matter-of-factly.
"We should do it."
"What?" I asked dreamily, willing to do anything he
suggested.
He grinned, warming to the idea. "Let's make a porno
flick."
(( CHAPTER EIGHT ))
"Morn-ing, Mother," I sang, plopping my butt down on the
edge of her bed and leaning over to kiss her on the ear.
"Can I lick your beautiful big tits?" I whispered, softly
biting her neck.
"Mmmm," Mom moaned sleepily, turning her head to kiss me.
"You can start there." She grinned, reaching over to
caress my bare thigh. I was wearing just panties and a
big oversized T-shirt. I still like to curl up on the
couch on Saturday mornings and watch cartoons sometimes,
and the huge T-shirts are great for keeping warm while I
play with myself.
I like to pull my arms down inside the loose cotton tent,
so I can fondle my breasts freely. Sometimes I just sit
and rub my tender lil' nipples for hours-occasionally
dipping a couple fingers into my wet cunt for a little
slippery fluid to twirl them with... or to taste.
Mother slipped the covers down, exposing her boobs,
rubbing them and squeezing them, offering the soft globes
to me. "How 'bout some 'Mom' for breakfast, baby?" She
ran one hand down her smooth belly and her middle finger
disappeared beneath her thick pubic hair. It was so
wonderful the way my parents were opening up to me all of
a sudden. I love them both so much, and I absolutely
adored being this close to them.
I leaned over and licked one of Mom's nipples, catching
it between my teeth and flicking the nip hard with the
tip of my tongue. She moaned and her hands ran gently
down my sides to lightly caress my warm ass. I wanted so
badly to put my face in her fragrant crinkly bush and lap
at her soft labia, drinking her slick juices, but I
mustered all my willpower to stick to my master plan.
I ran my tongue around the curve of her breast and broke
away, sitting up again. "Sorry, Mom-not this morning. I'm
supposed to meet Jess in a little while. I did have
something kind of fun in mind for later though, if you're
up for it."
"Is it slippery and hot?" Mom asked, rubbing my thigh.
"Very." I said emphatically, winking at her. "But it's
kinda kinky... "
"This week I have fucked my teenage daughter with a
dildo, and eaten her pussy repeatedly. Why should I let
kinky stop me now?"
"Cool." I said, getting up to leave the room. "I like
your attitude, Mom. Put on your sexiest lingerie, and
wear a long coat over it. We'll pick you up about seven."
"We?" She queried warily, looking at me suspiciously.
"Trust me, Mom." I smiled, and waltzed out the door.
*
I held up the old cloth belt and inspected my handiwork.
I'd glued two halves of a ping-pong ball cups-out to the
inner side with craft glue, but I wasn't at all sure they
were going to be secure. On the counter in front of me
were a pair of handcuffs, an old pillowcase, some
clothesline rope and a few other odds and ends we'd been
experimenting with.
"Well," I asked Jesse. "Whaddaya think? Will it work?"
"I dunno," Jess giggled. "It's the weirdest looking bra I
ever saw."
"Very funny." I sighed dryly. "But this is serious. It's
gotta work just right, or the whole thing'll be a major
disaster. "
"Okay, okay," Jesse smirked. "I think it'll work, as long
as your balls don't fall off."
I smiled back at her calmly, trying really hard not to be
bitchy. "Normally I would find all these remarks very
intensely funny, I'm sure. Right now, I'm a little
nervous about pulling all this off, so please try to be a
little bit helpful, before I completely lose control,
hold you down, and bite your nipples off."
"Sorry." She said, leaning over and kissing me lightly on
the lips. "I'm kinda nervous, too. Do you think they're
gonna be mad?"
I thought about that for the millionth time, ran my
tongue across my lips apprehensively and shook my head.
"Nah, I don't think so. Not if they're having fun. We've
just gotta keep the secret till the fun starts."
Jesse slid behind me, reaching around me in a hug, and
undid my jeans. Her right hand slipped into my panties,
her slim fingers gliding through my pubic bush, curling
under the mound of my mons to slip between my pussylips,
one fingertip lightly tickling my clit. I relaxed
instantly, my head rocking backward on my shoulders.
"... And we never waste time getting to the fun stuff, do
we?" She whispered.
I took a long slow deep breath and let my moisture ooze.
"I don't know about you," She said, her tiny soft hand
reluctantly pulling out of my pants. "But I'm not saving
up a big load of cream for the camera-and I couldn't
possibly be any wetter tonight than I am right now. How
'bout letting me gnaw on your crotch till you
hyperventilate and pass out?"
"I don't-" I began, then I heard the jingle and click
just as the left cuff snapped onto my wrist. Jess whipped
my arms around behind me, actually hurting my right
shoulder as the other half of the bracelets clamped onto
my right hand. I wasn't going to struggle, but Jesse was
taking no chances. She shoved me over the counter and
yanked my jeans and panties down to my calves.
"Rachel Roundheels, thanks to you, I have never been more
ragingly horny in my entire life. As your best friend, I
swear I will fuck and suck tonight until I melt in a pool
of sweat and warm sperm. But right now I have got to cum
or die, and you are going to cum with me."
She dropped to her knees behind me, grasped my asscheeks
in her hands and buried her face between them, lapping at
my butthole and flicking her tongue deep underneath to
part my moist labia. I could hear her, muffled in my
flesh, grunting and growling like an animal as she
lapped. I would have reached between my legs and spread
my pussylips for her, but my hands were cuffed
uncomfortably behind my back, so I just lay there, my
breasts mashed against the countertop, and moaned as she
slapped her tongue against my cunt like a dripping
paintbrush, soaking my golden bush in her saliva.
Her flickering tongue tickled and swirled, stopping only
to probe my sensitive butthole like a tiny wet finger. I
felt Jess' right hand slip around my thigh, and her thumb
slid gently up my cunt and began wriggling rhythmically
round and round, her middle finger rubbing the perennial
wall between my vagina and anus.
"Oh god, Jesse, I love you so much." I whined, beginning
to quiver with my first orgasm.
It was true, but the scene playing out under my half-
closed eyelids was of what I'd be doing at the party
tonight. I could just see my Dad's huge erect cock
plunging wetly in and out of my Mom's dripping slippery
cunt for the first time in almost ten years- and me, my
young face beaming in rapture, only inches away from
their musky crotches.
Darting in with my tongue to lick, kiss and caress that
beautiful prick and pussy-and the hottest part of all,
when they'd finished, I'd lap and slurp every tasty drop
of Dad's wonderful slimy sperm as it ran in an oozing
stream from my Mother's warm and satisfied snatch. I'd be
eating the very cum that created me, and it would be sooo
delicious... so intimate... so fuckin' kinky! The thought
made me so hot, it was like a narcotic high, and with
Jesse's mouth dancing around my own sex, I came
shuddering and screaming, my entire body wracked with
seismic waves of orgasm.
I wanted very badly to turn around so Jess could open my
blouse and lick my tits. With some effort I raised my
head off the kitchen counter, panting and nearly
drooling, to ask her to uncuff me so I could touch her,
caress and squeeze her velvety skin.
My eyes were barely open, just languid slits-I was so far
adrift in an ocean of warm pleasure that for a long
moment I didn't even recognize Jesse's parents standing
in the kitchen doorway. When it did begin to slowly dawn
on me that they were standing there, watching us, I
didn't even care. Jess' tongue and fingers had me in an
altered state of consciousness and I couldn't register
any other reality. I saw her father whisper something in
her mother's ear, saw her mom smile and reply.
I opened my eyes wider, trying to decide whether I should
speak. I saw Jesse's father slide his arms around his
wife's waist and run his hands up the front of her dress,
squeezing one of her tits through the fabric, then
fumbling with the buttons at her collar. The dress came
open, then the lacy bra, and he cupped her bare breast in
his hand as they both continued to stare at Jess and me.
I smiled, and they smiled back.
Jess' mom mouthing a sexy "Ssssh," to me as she reached
behind her and began rubbing her husband's crotch and
tugging at his fly. I took a deep breath and shook off
the fog. "My turn." I said quietly to Jess, and stepped
around her. "Hop up on the counter, my mistress."
She pulled her panties down to her knees and backed up to
the counter, lifting her bare bottom onto the Formica so
she could snatch the panties off her feet as her shoes
fell to the floor. She lifted her short black skirt and
spread her legs to show me her furry dark pussy, already
glistening with beads of lubrication. I wanted to look
over at her parents, to make sure they got a good look at
my tongue flicking out to bathe their daughter's juicy
slit, but I didn't want to give them away to Jesse. It
was enough to know that they were watching as I leaned
over, my hands still cuffed behind my back, and buried my
face between her legs.
I lapped and slathered, my tongue slurping wantonly at
Jesse's cunt. Without my hands to stabilize me, there was
no finesse possible, so I just ate her-massaging with my
entire mouth, jabbing my tongue deep into her hot vagina,
sucking on her labia and clitoris with passionate
crudity.
Jesse thrust her pelvis at me, grunting like an animal.
"Oh god," She moaned, "I gotta cum-make me CUM, baby! Eat
my cunt, you fucking WHORE!"
She began bucking against me so violently, I couldn't
keep my tongue in her pussy, until finally she was just
fucking my face, rubbing her engorged clit and labia
against my mouth, nose and cheeks, covering my face in
cunt-juice. Her hands released their death-grip on the
edge of the counter and she buried her fingers in my
hair, pushing my face harder against her crotch as she
trembled and shook, squealing incoherently as she came.
Finally she let go of me, her head falling forward
against her chest as she panted and giggled quietly to
herself in relief.
"Thank you." She sighed. "I really needed that."
"Uhmm." I concurred, my head resting against Jesse's
thigh, the deep warm fragrance of her sopping cunt
filling my nostrils as I smiled at her mother and father,
still standing in the doorway. Her dad's hands were still
massaging her mom's soft tits through her open dress, but
her mom'sright hand was behind her, gently stroking her
husband's hard cock, a thick load of creamy cum dripping
from her slowly pumping fist, coating her dainty fingers.
As I watched, she raised her sticky hand to her lips, and
looking me straight in the eye, licked off every gooey
drop.
(( CHAPTER NINE ))
Mom sat quietly beside me in the backseat of Chris' car
as we turned down the street toward Dad's house. The
blindfold had worked like a charm, the ping-pong balls
perfectly covering her eyes so that she couldn't see so
much as a hint of where we were taking her. I'd
handcuffed her wrists in front of her, gagged her mouth
with a winter muffler and as a final coup de grace, I'd
stuck rubber plugs in her ears. I wasn't taking any
chances that she'd catch on to what I was up to and try
to back out.
All she knew so far was that it was kinky as hell and
involved lots of sweaty sex. I knew the constraints I'd
put her in were uncomfortable, and it must have made her
jumpy as a cat to sit there wondering what was about to
happen to her, unable to even to babble nervously about
it to the rest of us. Frankly, I was incredibly relieved
that she was being such a good sport about it, but I
think the great sex we'd been having the past few days
had loosened her up a lot.
We pulled into Dad's driveway and I unfolded a pillowcase
from my lap and put it over Mom's head- Dad still didn't
know anything about this particular partyfavor, either. I
reached inside Mom's long coat, caressed one of her
breasts through the lacy black bra she was wearing and
kissed her lightly on the neck as reassurance. She moaned
a little in response, and Jesse and Chris helped me guide
her out of the car and into the house through the garage.
Thank gods it was pitch dark outside or the neighbors
would've probably called the FBI.
In the kitchen I slipped Mom's coat off and handed it to
Jesse to put away. Chris' eyes widened appreciatively.
"Mmm, this is your mom?" He whispered, softly caressing
my mother's firm bottom through her red satin panties.
"Hot! I do get some of this before the night's over,
right?"
"You pig," I smirked at him, "You've just never got to
play with tits that big."
He stepped back and gave Mom's shapely breasts a critical
evaluation. "And won't they look perfect a la mode?"
The mental image of flying spunk just made my nipples
tingle and I went to the kitchen doorway and looked into
the living room to see what Dad was up to. He and Jesse
were already getting underway, Jess sitting on the edge
of the pedestal coffee table coyly opening her blouse and
running her hands over her breasts, while Dad kneeled a
few feet in front of her, adjusting his camcorder,
capturing her tease on tape.
While Dad was occupied, I moved into the room and began
to place small candles here and there, lighting them as I
went. Then I built a cozy fire in the fireplace while
Jesse slid her jeans down her legs and wriggled her ass
at Daddy's camera. When I finished, I went back to the
kitchen door, turning the dimmer switch for the living
room lights.
"That thing does adjust itself for dim lights, right?" I
asked Dad, nodding toward his camcorder.
"No problem." Dad mumbled, still staring through the
viewfinder at Jesse, naked on her knees, ass toward him,
sensuously fingering her cunt.
As I stepped down the hallway toward Dad's bedroom, I
heard the doorbell ring and Jesse call for Chris to
answer it. When I came back seconds later with one of
Dad's thin leather dress belts, Chris was introducing Dad
to Daryl, who couldn't quit glancing over at Jesse. She
was now sitting naked in a big padded rocking chair, legs
crossed, massaging her own breasts.
"Hi Daryl," I greeted him, "Do you know how to work one
of those things?" I asked, indicating Dad's camcorder.
"Yeah-sure." He replied. My dad's got one just like it.
"Good." I said, looking at Dad. "Turn it over. I got
something better for you to do right now." I realized
that I was probably gonna get my little slave-girl ass
strapped later for the pushy tone I was using toward my
master, but I couldn't leave Mom standing alone blind,
deaf and dumb forever.
I hurried into the kitchen and led Mom out into the
living room, watching Dad's eyes carefully for signs of
recognition. He only looked mildly surprised at the well-
developed body I was leading in.
"Who's this?" He asked.
I tapped Mom against the backs of her knees, and guided
her to lie face-down across the coffee table. I knelt
down beside her and pulled the red panties halfway down
her thighs, exposing her near-perfect bottom. I heard
Chris somewhere behind me in the shadows grunt
appreciatively.
"Somebody I want you to beat the shit out of." I said,
looking Dad straight in the eye and offering him the
belt.
For a moment Dad looked a little unsure, suspicious. "And
how does she feel about that?" He asked.
"You don't hear her protesting, do you?" I smiled at him,
running my hand gently over one of Mom's beautiful
asscheeks.
Dad lowered himself to his knees, ran his hands over the
smooth tan hemispheres, slipped a finger underneath to
tickle the clam of her mons, parting the delicate labia.
I could hear Mom's breathing intensify and her bottom
began to rotate slowly in small circles. Dad leaned over
and kissed the warm flesh, inhaling her scent.
"Nice." He said.
He stood up, long enough to kick off his shoes and drop
his pants to the floor, then tossing the rest of his
clothing across a chair, kneeled behind her again,
caressing her ass and gently fingerfucking her until the
rest of us could hear the moist sucking noise of her
pussy clinging to his probing digit. Mom was moaning
quietly and humping her butt back and forth toward him.
When she was really juicy and lubricated, he slid her
pretty panties down over her knees and off, pressed up
against her behind, and guided his thickened cock into
her warm tunnel.
"Oh, that's good." He groaned, slowly fucking against her
gyrating behind. For a moment he just closed his eyes,
pumping in and out, with a blissful smile on his face.
Finally, he opened his eyes, turned to me and held out
his hand. I lay the belt across his palm and leaned over
to kiss him.
"She really likes it to hurt." I whispered.
"Mmm," He grinned wickedly. "So do I." As he stood again,
brandishing the belt, I yanked my T-shirt dress over my
head, quickly tossed my panties aside, and motioned Jess
over to the low table. I prodded the backs of Mom's
thighs until she got the message and moved up, then
positioned her knees onto the tabletop, her butt poking
up in the air.
Jess and I kneeled on either side of her, each taking
hold of one ankle to keep her from thrashing. I ran one
arm across her back, caressing her gently, as if I were
soothing a skittish horse. She probably though she was
about to get some more stiff cock in her wet snatch, or a
sloppy mouth lapping at her clit. She must've been
completely freaked when that narrow leather strap came
blistering across her soft smooth ass. At least, that's
the impression I got from the bloodcurdling scream that
burst from under the thick fabric gag.
I began to pant and tremble in excitement, and I think I
actually had an orgasm of sorts, without anyone even
touching me. I couldn't tell you WHY- until I'd seen her
standing in the kitchen, in her slutty lingerie, her
hands chained in front of her and the pillowcase over her
head, like some pornographic terrorist's hostage, I'd
never even thought of doing anything like this.
I had to lean aside as the strap came whistling past my
face again to snap sharply against Mom's soft thigh.
Realizing that that first lick hadn't been just an
overzealous love-pat, Mom began to struggle and yell, her
screams muffled by the heavy cloth gag in her mouth. It
was all Jess and I could do to hold her in place as she
thrashed about.
KA-RAKK! The belt snapped across her firm round behind
again, and I could see the red tracks appearing at odd
angles on her pretty tan butt, the edges raising as deep
red welts. Mom began to bellow and sob under her
pillowcase, but her hips continued to wriggle, trying to
wrench away from Jess and me, to escape the hot blows of
the leather belt that sliced the air more and more
rapidly, a torrent of incandescent blistering stripes
cutting her beautiful sexy buns in a crisscross pattern
of glowing red tracks.
As I watched the bumpy mottle of red welts bubble up
under the rain of hot lashes, it did occur to me that I
might have gone too far this time. Dad had spanked me
before as part of my discipline training as his sex-
slave, but he'd never beaten me the way he was thrashing
Mom. I wondered if I should ask him to stop, but I
couldn't -the sight of Mom's scorched and scored bottom
was too beautiful, her screams and sobs were making me
too horny. 'She'll get over it,' I figured, 'Once the
pain subsides- especially if she gets laid really good.'
Jesse must've been feeling the same sort of perverse
thrills I was, because the minute Dad paused for a
breath, she let go the ankle she was holding and dived
onto his cock, grabbing it at the base and plunging her
face onto the shaft, engulfing it in one fell swoop, to
hammer her lips back and forth, sucking hungrily.
Across the room, Daryl held the camcorder, silently
following the scene, moving from one angle to another to
record all the action. I think he was afraid to say
anything or ask any questions. Chris sat in one of the
big chairs, his jeans crumpled on the floor at his feet.
He still wore his shirt, but he was pulling his cock in
long, slow strokes while he watched, looking back and
forth from Jesse and Dad, to Mom's upturned bum. when he
met my eyes, he just smiled, still pumping his dick.
"Wow." he said.
I turned my attention to Mom's ragged bottom, its
tortured surface radiating heat like a toaster oven. I
gently kissed her sweet soft butt, gently savoring the
feel of each swollen ridge with my tender lips.
She trembled, still sobbing under the pillowcase. Her
nose was running from all the crying she'd been doing and
I knew I'd have to remove the gag so she could breathe.
While Jesse sucked Dad's dick, I popped into the kitchen
to find a pair of scissors. Returning to Mom's side, I
pinched a handful of the pillowcase in the front and
snipped it off, leaving a ragged hole in front of her
mouth. I lifted the cloth and pulled the rubber plug from
one ear.
"Don't speak or he'll beat you again," I whispered.
Mother nodded. I replaced the earplug and yanked the gag
loose at the back of her head where I'd stapled it
together. She gasped and breathed deep.
I motioned to Chris.
"Come put that over here."
"Sure!" He said instantly, and clambered over on his
knees. I held the cloth against Mom's face to expose her
lips and Chris rubbed his engorged dickhead against them.
Mom opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around Chris'
cock, sighing and moaning, but she didn't say a word.
I went back to the other side of the coffee table to
caress and kiss Mom's red striped ass, lying against the
table and leaning my head back to get under her cunt. I
parted her labia with the fingers of one hand and reached
up to keep stroking her bottom with the other. My tongue
flicked out to lap and taste her tender clit and lick her
sweet slit.
From somewhere above, I heard Daryl's voice ask "Okay
folks, I've only got one camera. Who am I shooting?" and
Dad's voice reply "Get that." He must've been pointing at
me, 'cause seconds later I could see Daryl from the
corner of my eye kneeling beside me, the camera aimed up
between Mom's legs to get a clear shot of me feasting on
her wet snatch.
I crooked a finger toward Dad and Jesse. "C'mere, you
two." I said. Dad took his cock from Jess' mouth,
reluctantly, I'm sure- Jess gives really hungry head, and
moved down to his knees on the floor. He straddled my
body and eased his stiff dick back into Mom's sloppy wet
fuckhole, while I continued to slurp her cuntlips, and
now, his thick shaft.
Just the smell of their sweaty sex juices made me
shudder. The sight of my Mom and Dad fucking each other,
just inches from my face, while I licked their swollen
sex organs, was a mind-blasting thrill! Jesse knelt
between my legs and began nuzzling my pussy, kissing my
tummy and mouthing my soft bush. Her tease was the cherry
on the high, and I couldn't help moaning out loud, my
mouth sucking hard on Dad's dick and balls and Mom's
sopping pink hole, as if I were trying to leave little
hickeys on them both.
I reached in, entwining my fingers around Dad's plunging
pole, jacking him off into Mom's cunt as I lapped at his
hairy balls. I felt his hard meat swell up in orgasm, and
I gripped it tight, pumping it into my mother's squirming
snatch. I could feel the jerking and pulsing as his
searing cum squirted in jetting streams of boiling fluid
into Mom's hungry vagina.
She slammed back against him when she felt his jism
spurting into her, wriggling and writhing up against his
crotch. I just held his iron rod tightly, encircled
between my thumb and forefinger, until it's throbbing
subsided.
Jesse's tongue danced lightly around my soft pussylips
and my swollen little clit, while I gently eased Dad's
huge, dripping meat-stick from its warm sheath and began
to lick the gooey cream from it's length. I was trembling
from head to toe with erotic not missing a drop of their
creamy mingled essences.
When Dad's cock was clean, I turned to Mother's
glistening slit, where gobs of my father's heavy spunk
were just starting to ooze thickly from between her
tender pink lips. I buried my young face in her furry
crotch and jabbed my tongue deep into her cunt, scooping
the thick pools of Dad's sperm into my mouth, so I could
savor the heavy cream, rub my face in it as it drooled
from Mom's well-fucked hole.
Mother grunted unevenly as she continued to suck Chris'
cock, as he pumped into her face, fucking her lips
freely. She couldn't reach up to hold it, her hands were
cuffed together, and she needed them both to support
herself as she knelt on the coffee table. I couldn't see
from underneath, but I could guess what was happening
when I heard Mom groaning plaintively, and Chris grunting
aloud at the same time.
He'd been fucking her face violently for about ten
minutes, slamming his dick into her throat, his balls
slapping up against her chin. Suddenly he pulled free,
just inches from her face-that was when she groaned in
complaint, just as Chris' boiling white seed lurched in
low arches from his shiny erection, spattering in thick
splotches across the exposed part of Mom's face. Blobs
clung to the pillowcase, some landed -plop!- on her
outstretched tongue, a few fell to the carpet- Chris had
sure kept his word about saving up a big load!
"Bitchin'!" mumbled Daryl, on one knee beside Chris,
capturing the whole beautiful cum shot on tape, close-up
and personal.
I know how perfect it all looked because Daryl did such a
great job with the camcorder, though frankly, at that
precise moment I was kind of wrapped up in fucking
Jesse's tongue.
I think it was about this time, too, that Dad took the
camera back and covered the filming for awhile, 'cause
when I looked up to see why Jess' had stopped eating me,
Daryl was just rolling her over on the carpet and
crawling between her legs. In seconds, Jess had Daryl's
hard cock inside her and her slim legs wrapped around his
back, bucking and humping him like a wild animal.
Dad zoomed in with the camcorder and got a great close-up
view of her dark-furred teen pussy sucking and pulling
the length of his erect meat as she slammed up against
him over and over again. On the tape-in slow motion- you
can even see her swollen, purple-shaded-labia caressing
that stiff shaft as it plunges in and out of her snug
cunt. Every time I watch it, I get hotter and hotter as I
watch Daryl's cockshaft get shinier and shinier with the
lube juices Jess' slit is oozing as he fucks her.
"Hey Rachel," Chris said as I crawled from under Mom, "I
got an idea." He guided Mom down from the coffee table,
removing her black lace bra, and lay her down beside
Jesse. He motioned toward her upturned face, still half
exposed through the pillowcase.
"Have a seat." he grinned, as he lowered his own face
onto my mother's big breasts and began nuzzling the soft
globes and licking her erect nipples. I crawled over to
straddle Mom's face, spreading my cuntlips with my
fingers and slowly lowering my crotch until she could
feel the pressure of my pussy against her lips. She
immediately began licking and nuzzling, trying to get a
sense of where my labia and clit were positioned.
I sighed and rubbed my wet slit back and forth across her
face, occasionally pushing her nose into my tender
vagina. I watched Chris greedily reveling in Mom's big
tits, sucking first one, then the other, rubbing his face
between them, his cock growing stiff again as he made
love to her large firm breasts. Eventually, he slid his
rigid dick into her already creamy pussy.
"Mmmmm," He moaned. "VERY hot."
I leaned over toward him and opened my mouth. Chris got
the idea and met me in a slow, wet, sensual kiss. Mom's
hands fumbled up to caress and fondle my own breasts,
while Chris continued to twirl one of her nipples between
his fingers.
Suddenly Chris broke the kiss. "I'm gonna cum again." He
said, jabbing his cock into Mom in quick short strokes.
"Already?" I said, genuinely surprised. I mean, it was
his second time in an hour. It didn't seem like Chris.
"It's those tits." He grunted. They're so nice'n... BIG."
I laughed aloud. "You PIG!"
"Let's make it nice and visual, Chris." Dad said,
focusing in with the camcorder.
I decided it was time to let the cat- er cunt- out of the
bag. I reached underneath me, and jerked the pillowcase
off Mom's head. Pointing at the place where her tongue
was lapping at my pussy, I looked at Chris.
"Right here."
"Unnh!" Chris grunted hard, pulling his cock from Mom's
snatch and swinging one leg up to kneel over her belly.
His cum spurted in quick, thin streams, drenching my bush
and Mom's mouth, running in creamy rivulets down her
chin. "Ummm." She moaned, stabbing at the air with her
tongue, blindly trying to catch more of it in her mouth.
I grinned at Dad, rubbing the sticky liquid into my pubic
hair with my fingers.
"Surprised?" I said.
He smiled, still taping the slippery scene as Mom licked
the last of the cum from her lips.
"Nope." He said. "You didn't think I wouldn't recognize a
pussy I'd spent so much time in, did you? I knew that
wriggling bottom the minute I sank my cock into it."
"Damn!" I exclaimed. "I wanted to surprise you!"
"You're not trying to do something crazy, like get us
back together, are you? He said, eyeing me suspiciously.
"No, Dad," I laughed. "I just wanted to taste you both
while you fucked."
"My daughter the slut." He laughed. "Hey- she still can't
see or hear us, right?" Indicating Mom.
"I don't think so," I answered, "I tried to be sure."
"Hmm," He said. "She's being awfully goddamned
submissive. Did she agree to all this?"
"Well, pretty much." I said, looking sheepish. "I kind of
improvised the whipping. She seems to have handled it
pretty well, though, dontcha think?"
A wicked looking smile unfurled across his face.
"So far." He grinned.
(( CHAPTER TEN ))
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Jesse grunted, as Daryl slammed his dick
hard all the way in. Her pelvis was reaching for him so
hungrily, her bottom was curled upwards, her legs wrapped
around his hips as he drove down into her.
"Cum! Gotta have sperm! Pleeeaasse, cum on my tits!" She
wailed, the sound of their bodies slapping together
audible from anywhere in the room.
Daryl pulled back just far enough for his cock to spring
free, the cum already rocketing from it's purple tip to
splatter across Jess' belly and breasts. She instantly
reached up began to massage the warm fluid into her small
tits, rubbing it into her skin like a lotion. When she
was done, I leaned over her and took those delicious
mounds into my mouth one at a time, sucking off the salty
sheen. I then knelt over her and frenched her mouth
deeply, gently sucking my best friend's tongue.
"Okay kids," Dad said, handing the camera back to Daryl.
"My turn again."
He nodded toward Mom, who was still lying on her back on
the floor where Chris and I had fucked her earlier. She
lay quietly, her handcuffed wrists at her belly as she
discreetly stroked her pussy with her fingertips.
"Turn her over." Dad said.
I went to Mom, guiding her back to her knees, sitting in
front of her to cradle her head in my lap. Her butt was
in the air again, and I saw Dad pick up the leather belt.
I felt a pang of guilt when I saw that- she'd been so
good about not speaking after I removed the gag. Until
then, anyway.
"Could I please have some more cock?" she said, almost
whispering. "I don't care if you beat me, just please
fuck me again, somebody. Use me, please- you can all
cover me with cum. Just PLEASE fuck me."
"Oops." I muttered.
"Can't disappoint the lady, can we guys?" Dad smiled.
"Jess, you make sure they're hard and ready to go again."
"Want me to help?" I volunteered, getting nervous.
"I want you to hold HER." He said.
*
I wasn't sure at first, but as the lashes began to stripe
her in earnest again, I became convinced that my mother
WANTED to be whipped, that she'd spoken aloud with the
express purpose of eliciting the punishment. As Dad's
leather tore across her already ravaged bottom, she
cried, she screamed, she trembled violently- but for
awhile she remained virtually still, not jerking or
struggling to pull away, but submitting obediently to the
beating.
After awhile though, it just became too much. This was no
pretend S & M game- Dad was really whaling the holy shit
out of her. The pretty pink welts and stripes he'd
crisscrossed her sexy buns with before, had given way to
a solid fiery-red terrain of blistering ridges and
grooves. I held tight to my mother's head and shoulders,
hugging her to my breasts as she screamed. I was crying
myself, at the savage treatment I'd betrayed her to, but
all the while, my pussy tingled in a hot electric thrill.
I wanted it to stop, but I wanted to watch it, too-
preferably while somebody fucked me with a large hard
cock. Most amazing of all, even when the screaming agony
became too much and she couldn't help cowering and
flinching, Mom never once tried to pull away. I think
that, like her daughter, Mom truly loves being a complete
slut- the nastier and more forbidden it is, the more
surely we have to do it.
Unlike me, though, my mother seems to feel that somehow
she's less worthy for wanting it, so she needs to be
forced to do the dirty stuff, then punished for it.
Somehow it sort of absolves her of the responsibility for
being so uncontrollably horny. I guess I sort of
understand that, in an intellectual, clinical sense. What
I can't figure out, is why I get so creamy hot watching
her get thrashed so viciously.
When I saw the blood smears appear across her tattered
behind, and the first thin trickle run under the curve of
one cheek and down the back of her thigh, I knew I had to
say something- but I couldn't. The truth is, my gut
reaction wasn't revulsion or even pity. I wanted to get
down on my hands and knees behind her and rub my tits
across her butt, smearing the warm blood across my aching
nipples. I wanted Dad to cum on her ass, so I could
massage my breasts against her torn cheeks, and mingle
the two precious life-fluids into my own flesh.
Finally, the hail of lashes stopped. I was so relieved-
I'd begun to wonder if he was going to kill her. Dad
tossed the belt aside and knelt behind Mom's tortured
bottom. Mom's breath was ragged and full of tears, but
she must have been experiencing something close to my own
excitement, because she raised her head and began kissing
my breasts, sucking at my throbbing nipples.
She gasped harshly when Dad put his hands on her glowing
hot asscheeks and pried them apart. She screamed loudly
and incoherently when he plunged his stiff, thick
erection into her tight puckered and unlubricated anus.
Her scream vibrated against my chest and she clutched me
desperately when he began fucking her steaming butthole
deeply and rhythmically without even giving her a chance
to adjust to the intrusion.
"Oh god, you BASTARD!" She wailed. ""You vicious bastard
son-of-a-bitch! FUCK ME! RIP MY HOT ASSHOLE! FUCK ME
HARDER, MAKE ME SCREAM!"
Dad leaned forward, hunching over her back as his swollen
cock slid roughly in and out of her snug sphincter. He
reached up and pried the plugs from her ears, whispering
against her temple.
"Make me CUM, you dirty fucking whore- milk my cock with
your asshole and make me spurt your butt full of
steaming, creamy jizz!"
Mom's jaw dropped, just for a second, as she recognized
the voice.
"It's YOU! Goddamn you! GOD-DAMN YOU! You bastard!" She
began to slam her tormented flanks back against him,
ramming his big beautiful cock all the way up her
asshole, impaling herself on his hard meat.
"FUCK ME, GODDAMN YOU! SHOOT YOUR FUCKING SPERM UP MY
ASS! SHOOT IT! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR BOILING FUCKING CUM
BURNING MY BUTTHOLE! FUCK ME YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH AND CUM
INSIDE ME! FILL MY SCREAMING HOT ASS!"
Dad grabbed her thighs and shoved deep. If I couldn't
tell by the look on his face, Mom's screaming and
writhing let me know she was getting the asshole full of
cum she'd been begging for. I reached across Mom's back
and took the base of Dad's dick in my fingers, pumping
the shaft, to milk every last drop of his cum into her
anus. Both of them groaned and grunted, and for a long
moment we all three just sat there, sweating, not saying
anything.
(( CHAPTER ELEVEN ))
After Dad had pulled his shrunken and satisfied dick from
Mom's battered butthole, he lay on his back on the carpet
beside her. She was curled in a fetal position, her head
in my lap. The belt with the ping-pong balls still
covered her eyes as her tears ran out from under them,
rolling across her cheeks to dry in streaks along her jaw
line. I reached down as I stroked her hair and took the
blinders off. Still sniffling a bit, she grasped my hands
in hers and looked around her cautiously.
"So who's brilliant smart-ass idea was this, anyway?" she
asked quietly, trembling against my chest.
"Mine, Mom... I'm sorry. He didn't even know who you were
when we started."
She glanced toward Dad. "So do you treat every woman you
fuck like this?"
Dad smiled slightly without looking toward her. "Only the
ones I care about."
Mom's eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," He answered, "If I hadn't cared so much then, I
wouldn't enjoy punishing you so much now. Besides, it
really pisses me off that you're such a hot fucking slut
now, when you wouldn't do shit for me when we were
married."
"I'm sorry." She said gently, and I could tell she meant
it. "It wasn't that I didn't want to. I was just afraid
you wouldn't like me anymore if you knew how horny and
slutty I really was inside."
"You stupid bitch," Dad chuckled. "Horny and slutty was
just what I always wanted. I came to resent you because I
wanted horny and slutty and I wasn't getting it!"
"I'm sorry." Mom said again. This time there was a long
moment of silence, while both of them just stared into
space. I wasn't sure what either of them might be
thinking, but I wasn't going to stick my nose in this
one, it was way too heavy for me.
"So what if you were to get it now?" She said finally.
Dad's reply came slowly, thoughtfully. "Do you really
think you can be submissive and obedient enough for me to
put up with you?"
Mom rolled sideways and got up on her knees, her hands
still handcuffed before her. She bowed her head to her
chest, facing my Dad.
"Yes, Master." She said smiling.
*
A few feet away, Jesse was straddling her brother Chris,
humping up and down on his stiff dick, while he lay on
the floor beneath, caressing her small soft breasts.
Daryl stood next to her, trying to aim the camcorder
nearly straight down to capture the sight of Chris' cock
as it appeared and disappeared beneath Jesse's furry
crotch. All the while, he was feeding his own erection
into Jess' mouth with his other hand.
"Nice grouping," Dad said as he crawled toward them. "But
let's see if we can organize something a little more
complex."
He took the camcorder from Daryl and set it on it's
tripod across the room, where it could see us all at
once. Then he returned to where we were all gathered,
around Chris and Jesse.
"C'mere," He grunted to Daryl, grasping him by the waist
and guiding him around behind Jess and Chris. He brought
Daryl to his knees behind Jess and grasping Daryl's cock
in his hand, stroked it firmly a couple of times,
squeezing it to engorge the head, swelling the pretty
lavender mushroom to full size. It looked delicious! Then
Dad leaned over and drooled warm spittle all over Daryl's
swollen cockhead.
Pressing a palm against Jesse's back to bend her over
into a doggie-crouch, Dad spread her buttcheeks and
rubbed the saliva from Daryl's fat tip against Jesse's
pink carnation.
"Mmm, yeah, put it up my ass, baby," Jess growled. "Gotta
have it!"
I saw Daryl's big round knob pop past Jesse's sphincter
and she gave a guttural grunt.
"Uhmm!" She moaned, rotating her ass in little circles
and pressing back against both the hard dicks fucking her
tight holes.
"Wow." Daryl marveled to Chris. "I can feel your dick in
her cunt!"
"Cool!" Chris agreed. "Mmm, your cock's rubbing right
against mine!"
"Oh god!" Jesse squealed. "Fuck me! Cum! Big loads of
sperm! Squirt it! Cum in my cunt and ass- gotta have it!"
I didn't wait to see what else Dad had in mind- I swung a
leg over Chris' head and lowered my sopping pussy onto
his face. I rubbed my slippery slit back and forth across
his chin and nose while he jabbed his tongue deep into my
hole, lapping the walls of my vagina. I reached out and
buried my face in Jess' hair, until she looked up and
kissed me, gently sucking my tongue and purring into my
mouth.
Over Jesse's back, I caught sight of Mom and Dad crouched
behind her, and nuzzling her ear, I stretched to see what
they were doing.
"Too fucking cool." I breathed in Jesse's ear.
Mom and Dad knelt on either side of Jesse's upturned ass,
both leaning in close, to tongue the two adolescent cocks
that slid in and out of Jesse's lower openings. While Mom
ran her lips up and down the side of Chris' shaft, Dad
was gently tongue-bathing Daryl's balls.
"Oh, Man!" Chris exclaimed suddenly, looking up at Daryl.
"You're cumming! I can feel your dickhead swelling up!
"Wait!" Daryl exclaimed, "Wait! I wanna try something!"
He yanked his cock out of Jesse's asshole and pushed her
out of the way. Jess scuttled sideways, complaining
loudly at the loss of both hot cocks as Chris' came
slipping out of her cunt.
Daryl hobbled up on one knee, to straddle Chris' prone
body and grabbing Chris' shimmering erection, still slimy
and wet from Jesse's warm pussy, guided it to the opening
of his tight brown butthole. He sank down on the stiff
penis, impaling himself with a groan.
"Aaah, goddamn, that's SO HOT!" He sighed, grabbing his
own hard cock and stroking it with his fist. Instantly,
spurts of white-hot cream began streaming from it's
length, arcing high into the air and falling in large
sticky splotches onto Chris' belly and chest. A couple of
the thickest gobs spattered across Chris' cheeks and
lips, just as he opened his mouth to release a long low
cry of his own.
"Oh, god, YES!" He cried, humping his pelvis up, shoving
his cock deeper into Daryl's ass. From the grimace on
Chris' face, I knew Daryl was getting a hot sperm enema-
a hunch confirmed seconds later, when the thick white
fluid came oozing from Daryl's butthole, around the thick
shaft of his friend's beautiful hard cock, to trickle
past Chris' balls and down between his buns.
From behind the two guys, Mom and Dad looked at each
other, smiling in amazement.
"Good gods, these kids are hot!" said Mom. "How long have
you been teaching them this stuff?"
"I can't take credit for this," Dad laughed. "I think
Rachel did it."
I crawled to them, kissing them both and pushing Dad onto
his back. "You guys," I smirked," I swear, you think
you're the only people in the world who like to fuck."
I reached underneath me and gently pulled on Dad's cock.
"Got one more load in there?" I begged. "I haven't been
fucked at all tonight."
"Nope." He grinned, but he was already getting hard.
*
By the time Dad shot his last load of sperm into my cum-
hungry cunt, everybody but Mom had adjourned to the
kitchen for munchies. Finally removing her handcuffs, Dad
ordered her to clean me up, and like a dutiful slave, she
slurped every last drop of his cream from my lil' pink
pussy.
Daryl went home after that, and Chris and Jess slept
together curled up in blankets on the living room floor,
while Mom and Dad and I all snuggled together in Dad's
big bed. In the morning, Mom and I managed to milk
another load out of Dad's poor tired cock with our mouths
and vaginas, while we all watched the videotape of the
party, from Dad's bed.
"Man," Jesse whined as she and Chris were dressing to
leave, "I wish my family gave way cool parties like
this." I just smiled and winked at her.
"So ask 'em." I said. I think she thought it was a joke,
but the idea of seeing Chris done by his dad was really
weighing on my horny lil' mind. 'If something doesn't
happen pretty soon,' I decided, 'I'm gonna go over there
and make it happen.'
All in all, I guess everything sort of turned out happily
ever after. Mom and Dad didn't get remarried or anything,
but they actually get along much better. Mom's really his
number-one sex slave now- and married or not, she
wouldn't fuck or suck anyone else- at least not unless he
ordered her to (which he sometimes does). I'm still his
slave-girl, too, although Dad's never asked me to be
faithful, so I kind of do what I want, most of the time.
He just calls the shots in bed.
Daryl and Chris and Jesse and I kind of come and go as we
please. We all know where to go if we're horny. In fact
sometimes I think Jesse is kind of developing a thing for
Dad. A romantic thing, I mean. In a way, that would be
kind of fun. Just think, if she married him I could do my
Mom and my stepmom at the same time.
Too fucking cool...
END BOOK ONE
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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