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The Game The Whole Family Can Play
by rlfj
Chapter 1
Frank Sheridan smiled down at his wife Karen. It was early Saturday
morning and he was dressed in clean and serviceable work clothes,
khakis
and a denim shirt. He carried a pair of thin leather work gloves.
"Excuse
me?"
"You heard me," his wife said, smiling up at her much taller husband.
"I
said that you shouldn't go flirting with Ann, she's your daughter's
mother-in-law."
"And just why not?" asked Frank with a laugh.
"Because she's too damn pretty. And her tits are bigger than mine,
too. I
hate her for that alone!" she replied laughing loudly.
Frank and Karen were in the kitchen of their Johnson City home
finishing
off an early breakfast. Frank planned on leaving after finishing his
coffee, and he was leaning back against the counter idly watch Karen
as
she washed dishes. Frank thought that she still looked as good at 59
as
she did forty years earlier, when they had been newlyweds. She had
been a
damned fine looking, well stacked blonde then, and she still was!
Karen glanced at her husband out of the corner of an eye to find him
eyeing her curvy form. As always, her pussy began tingling. Frank
might
have put on a few pounds since that night he'd popped her cherry, but
he
still looked good in a ruddy and stocky way. He had always been a
virile
man who in his younger days had screwed her ragged, and even now that
he
had turned 60, he still fucked her every night. "What are you looking
at?"
she asked suspiciously.
Frank smiled and shrugged. "Oh, nothing. Just thinking of a way to
keep me
from flirting." He waggled his eyebrows lasciviously at his wife.
Karen laughed loudly. "You horny bastard! The Viagra finally kick
in?!"
She stepped back from the sink and wiped her hand on a dish towel.
Frank
kept arching his eyebrows lewdly. "Oh, hell, why not."
Frank grinned as Karen stepped forward and kissed him warmly on the
lips.
Placing his hands on her shoulders, he pushed his wife to the floor in
front of him.
Karen smirked as she looked up at her husband. "So, I don't get
anything
out of this?"
"I didn't know you were planning on flirting with anybody?" answered
Frank
innocently.
Karen peeled her sweatshirt off, revealing a large and firmly packed
bra.
She reached behind her and undid the clasp, then shook her bare tits
at
her husband. "You son of a bitch, I ought to, just for that!" She
tossed
her clothes aside and undid Franks khakis, pulling them and his briefs
down to his knees. A long and thick erection greeted her lips. She
opened
her mouth and took his cock inside.
When they had first been married, Karen had been an innocent and na‹ve
young farmgirl on a Cortland farm. Frank had only been a year older
but
had been vastly more experienced. It was he who taught her that there
was
more, much more, to sex than the simple Missionary Position that her
mother had tearfully explained. She had been nervous and afraid when
she
had first gotten into bed with her new husband, even though she loved
him
so deeply, but by the next morning she had become an eager student of
the
Frank Sheridan School For Advanced Fucking. It had been simply
wonderful,
and she would do anything her horny husband would ask.
Blowjobs had been one of the first things he had taught his new bride,
and
Karen had been an excellent pupil. Frank had been happy to show her
his
own expertise at pussy licking when she had once asked him, with
immense
embarrassment, if a guy could do the same sort of thing to a girl.
Still,
Frank liked getting hummers, no question about it, and Karen had
practiced
repeatedly, swallowing many loads of come, until she knew just how to
get
her husband off quickly.
She put her talents to work now, sucking and jacking her husband's
engorged cock, fisting and licking, and noisily swallowing the
pre-come
that trickled freely from him. As always, she could tell her progress
by
Frank's comments. As he got closer and closer to coming, he would
begin to
whisper hoarsely, "Yes, yes, just like that, don't stop, don't
stop..." By
the time she had him to the breaking point, his hips were churning
towards
her face and he was whimpering and begging her to keep going. As his
cock
began to swell in final preparation to spew, she pushed forward,
ramming
his cock to the back of her throat and began sucking fiercely. Frank
gasped and unloaded into Karen's mouth.
Karen left her bra and sweatshirt on the floor as she stood up and
resumed
washing the dishes. "I guess that was okay?" she asked sweetly.
Frank uncrossed his eyes and willed his heart to start up again. He
grabbed his pants and pulled them up, smiling at his wife's half naked
form. Her big tits didn't sag much more now than they did when she was
so
much younger, and he grinned. "Yeah, that was adequate." He hurriedly
buckled and zipped before the inevitable explosion.
"ADEQUATE!!??!!??"
***
Frank was still grinning as he drove the truck down Route 17 towards
Binghamton. She had thrown not one, but two pots at him as he
scrambled
out the door, and he was sure that more would have followed if his
wife
hadn't remembered that she was topless. He knew that he was going to
have
to make it up to her that night, probably with a good dinner and a
better
fuck, but he really didn't mind. The only thing that would end up
being
punished would be his wallet, and dessert would be worth it.
Frank Sheridan still worked, though he was in semi-retirement status.
He
had started out as a carpenter and cabinetmaker, and he and Karen had
moved to Binghamton in the early Sixties to start a furniture and
cabinet
refinishing and repair business. They had worked hard and the business
had
prospered, and now the payoff was coming in. Although Terri, their
daughter, and her husband had no interest in taking it over, his lead
foreman had been very interested, and he and Frank had come to terms.
Frank still owned a hair over half the business, with the rest to go
to
the foreman after his death; in the meantime the foreman made a down
payment and recycled part of his pay back to Frank. Karen quit
completely
and Frank cut his own hours way back, though he still showed up and
puttered as he wanted. Everyone seemed happy - Karen and Frank had
ample
time and money, and the new boss could still trot out the "founders"
as
needed.
This morning, the cargo van was loaded with an oak kitchen table and
four
matching oak chairs that were the property of their in-laws. Bob and
Ann
Roman had moved to the area from Queens when they had retired in the
Spring, and their kitchen set had been damaged in the move. The whole
family had been there, helping them to move into their new home in
Whitney
Point, even the grandkids, and Frank had announced that he could get
the
damage fixed. Ann had been rather skeptical, but Frank had sent around
a
couple of husky young men the following week who had retrieved the set
with promises to make them better than new. He had been as good as his
word, and now the kitchen set, repaired, refinished, and
reupholstered,
was in the back of the van.
Frank laughed as he turned off Route 17 and began heading up I-81
towards
Whitney Point. His in-laws still couldn't believe how much less things
cost in their new home compared to New York City. For what they sold
their
home for, they were able to buy a much nicer and larger home, with a
pool
and several acres of woodland. They had a hard time understanding the
concept of owning acreage, when their last house had sat on a 75' by
75'
lot. Between their pensions and their Social Security and the
remainder of
the proceeds of the sale, the Romans could afford a very pleasant,
though
not extravagant, retirement.
It was shortly before 10:00 that morning when Frank pulled off the
side
road and turned into the Roman's driveway. Nobody seemed around, but
Ann's
car was parked to the side, and besides, he knew where the spare key
was
hidden. Turning off the motor, he moved to the back of the van and
started
up the hydraulic lift, then opened the doors on the back. He rode the
lift
up and untied the cargo dolly.
Ann Roman was showering when the sound of hydraulics and heavy
equipment
awoke her from her daydream. She had been idly running her fingers
over
her pussy lips, smiling at the remembrance of her husband Bob's
lovemaking
of the night before. He was always a good lover, but last night had
been
just a little bit more special. She would have been happy to return
the
favor this morning, but he had rushed off to a golf game before she
had
awoken. That was one of the nicer things about being retired - they
both
loved morning sex, and could now indulge as often as they wanted.
Now as the whine of hydraulics filled the morning quiet, Ann turned
off
the shower and stepped out, drying herself quickly. Grabbing her short
terry cloth robe, she wrapped it around her lush form and scurried
down
the stairs to see what was going on. The noise seemed louder at the
back
of the house, so she tightened the belt as she moved into the kitchen.
Through the window she could see Terri's father lowering her kitchen
table
on a handcart from the back of a furniture van, and quickly popped the
back door open. "Jeez, you should have called! I could have gotten Bob
to
help you."
"Yeah, where is Bob?" asked Frank, eyeing his in-law.
"Golfing with his son."
In her very short and small robe, Frank thought Ann looked extremely
appealing. An awful lot of leg and cleavage were showing, and he knew
that
the robe was all she had on. He didn't play golf himself, but if he
had,
he wouldn't have left a woman like that at home, just to go beat up on
a
little white ball!
Ann noticed that Frank was practically leering at her, though he was
being
the perfect gentleman. Looking down, she discovered that her robe had
loosened slightly, and it had opened almost to her navel. Tugging it
around her more closely, she said, "Christ, I'd better get dressed and
give you a hand."
Frank laughed, a devilish look in his eyes. "Don't change on my
account.
The view is fine from here. Besides, I don't need any help with this.
Just
stand back and I'll set things up myself."
Ann laughed at the cocky response, and moved aside. She rebelted the
robe
and directed Frank to where she wanted the table. Another few trips
brought in the chairs, then Ann invited Frank in for some coffee.
Frank
sat down on one of his rebuilt chairs and watched as Ann puttered
around
the kitchen, making coffee, setting out cream and sugar, and getting
cups
and saucers. He really liked the last part, since she had to stand on
tip
toe to reach the cups and saucers, and the robe rose above her ass,
showing a pair of delicious asscheeks. The robe fell back into place
as
she turned towards him, then she served the coffee and sat down
besides
him to join him in a cup.
Despite his wife's edict to not flirt, or perhaps because of it, Frank
flirted shamelessly with Ann Roman. Prior to their moving upstate last
year, the two couples had only seen each other at various family
functions
with their children and grandchildren, and occasionally when the
Romans
were traveling on vacation. They had always gotten along wonderfully,
though, and were friendly in an easy and open manner. Ann was
comfortable
with Frank and flirted right back, enjoying the attention her guest
was
paying her. Bob gave her plenty of attention in his own right, but he
was
her husband - this was different!
Frank was finishing his coffee when the house cat wandered through,
startling him enough so that when he turned he knocked his coffee
spoon to
the floor. Kneeling, he moved under the table to pick up his
silverware,
when he looked up slightly, to see Ann's robe opened wide and her
knees
spread apart at a comfortable angle. As he had suspected, his hostess
had
not been wearing anything underneath her robe, and he delayed moving,
savoring the sight. Ann Roman shaved her pussy! She was shaved smooth
and
bare, and her cunt was moist and puffy looking. Her inner lips and
clit
were definitely visible, and looked very inviting.
"Like the view?" she asked after a moment, when she realized Frank
wasn't
coming up right away. She crossed her legs decorously under the table,
startling her guest.
Frank crawled out from under the table. His face was beet red in
embarrassment, but he was smiling. "Real nice. I'm surprised that Bob
left
that to go golfing."
Ann laughed lightly. "He took care of business last night." She stood
and
began cleaning up the coffee cups and dishes, and Frank followed her
to
the counter. "What about Karen? She take care of business last night,
too?"
"You bet, but like I said, don't feel you have to change anything on
my
account. I liked the view just fine."
Ann's pussy was going into overload as this tall and sexy man watched
and
flirted her. She and Bob had a somewhat open marriage, though it had
been
years since either had fooled around on the side. When they were
younger,
in the Sixties and Seventies, they had occasionally joined in at "key
parties," where after the party, car keys were put into a hat and the
wives would pick out a set of keys, to go home or to a motel with the
driver of the car and fuck their brains out. The advent of AIDS and
new
drug-resistant strains of other diseases had scared them away from the
swing scene, and they had kept their carnal appetites to themselves.
"You
must be a handful for Karen," commented Ann.
"Only one way to find out," he riposted.
Ann felt a wave of horniness flow through her, centering on her tits
and
pussy. Deciding to grab the bull by the horns, she turned to face
Frank.
Loosening the belt on her robe, she shrugged it off to let it slip to
the
floor. Naked, she faced him and said, "So how's the view now?"
Frank grinned as his eyes feasted on the sight before him. Ann Roman
was
the same age as his wife Karen, but like Karen, she had aged
marvelously.
She was a redhead, but he doubted it was real, and in the absence of
pubic
hair, he had no way of knowing if it was her natural color or not. The
dye
job was a good one, he suspected, looking a natural shade of auburn.
Karen's blonde was easier, he knew, since she was a blonde to begin
with.
Ann had a slim waist, a nicely rounded ass, and great legs. Her most
interesting attributes were what Karen had commented on that morning,
a
truly stupendous rack, even larger than his wife's own 36D, though on
Ann's slightly taller frame they didn't look outlandish. They had a
slight
and pleasant sag to them, and her nipples were very large and dark
coral
in color. He looked her up and down, and grinned, "I got to ask. Is
that
really as smooth as a baby's behind?" pointing at her pussy.
Ann had been staring on her own, marveling at the way Frank's trousers
were tenting out from the erection inside. Karen looked to be getting
as
much cock as Ann did, and Bob was much more endowed than the average
man.
Startled by his comment, Ann reached out and took Frank's hand.
Pulling
him closer, she pushed his hand down between her legs and said, "Only
one
way to find out."
Frank began to instinctively fondle Ann's bare cunt, slipping a finger
inside to rub her clit. Both he and Karen had fooled around on
occasion,
but it had been years, and neither had been involved in anything as
formal
as key parties or swing groups. Instead, though neither had chased
after
others, neither ran from them either, and if something happened, they
told
the other afterwards.
Frank stepped closer. Lowering his face and lifting his free hand, he
began sucking and tweaking Ann's mammoth tits, even as he continued to
delve into her hot and slick cunt. His fingers were coated with pussy
juice, and Ann began shaking in orgasm. He relented slightly, and she
reached out to stroke his cock through his pants. Frank resumed
fingerfucking Ann and brought her to a second crashing come, pushing
her
back against the countertop to steady her as her knees weakened.
Ann gasped , her face flushed with the come she had just had, then
pushed
Frank back. She pushed him back towards her newly reupholstered
chairs,
then undid his buckle and zipper. Pushing his pants and shorts down,
she
directed him to sit on the chair, then straddled his legs and lowered
herself onto him. Frank aimed his cock so that she could sit on it,
and
she dropped down onto it. She took it completely inside and began
bouncing
atop him slowly.
Ann couldn't believe how good Frank Sheridan felt. Though almost an
inch
shorter than her husband's 81/2 inches, he was also almost an inch
wider!
Her pussy stretched tightly around his cock as she bounced atop him.
Ann
began to moan and whimper as she fucked her in-law. She held her tits
up
for Frank to suckle, and he grabbed her as to raise and lower her,
guiding
the fuck and directing the speed. Finally, unable to withstand the
waves
of pleasure running the length of his cock, Frank exploded, spewing
his
come up into her greedy and bare twat.
Ann collapsed in Frank's lap while his cock shrank and pulled loose,
causing a flood of come to wash down onto his balls. Hopping off the
chair, Ann grabbed a wet dish cloth and urged Frank out of the way.
"Christ, we just had these chairs done!" Frank simply laughed as he
dressed.
Chapter 2
Frank Sheridan was entirely unsurprised to find when he returned home
that
his wife had made dinner reservations that night in Binghamton, a
place he
had never heard of but was assured that it was oh so new and oh so
chic
and oh so expensive. He had been expecting just such an event, and
acquiesced pleasantly. Karen seemingly forgot her temper of the
morning.
They had returned late, with Karen teasing Frank by twisting on the
front
seat so as to talk to him, an action which caused her knee length
dress to
ride very high up her silky thighs.
It was a game that Frank enjoyed, and he laid a hand idly on her knee,
caressing it and the flesh above gently. Once inside, he had suggested
a
nightcap, a Chardonnay he knew she liked, and brought it and a pair of
glasses into the living room. Karen was standing at the patio door at
the
rear of the house, looking out over the valley. Frank stepped up
behind
her and kissed her neck gently. Karen shivered at the touch, then
stood
still as she felt his hands upon her. Frank unzipped his wife's dress
and
allowed it to slide to the floor, then took in the sight of his wife
of
forty years wearing nothing but her lingerie. Beneath the dress she
had
been wearing thigh length black stockings and black lace bikini
panties;
in the reflection of the door, he saw that the matching black lace bra
consisted of half cups alone, and that her breasts and nipples were
presented on a plate for his tasting.
Frank caressed his wife again, then undid the clasp on her bra and
pulled
it off. Karen turned to him, with lust and love in her eyes, and took
the
proffered wine glass. She smiled coyly as she sipped, standing almost
naked before her still dressed husband, but she knew that was a
condition
which would be only momentary. She continued sipping her wine as Frank
knelt before her and slid her panties off. Karen lifted her feet to
allow
him to slide them completely off. She was wearing ankle strapped high
heels that would remain on her during their lovemaking; she knew Frank
liked fucking her in stockings and heels, and that thought excited her
tremendously.
She continued sipping her wine as Frank led her to the armchair and
had
her sit. He smiled at her and she was curious, but he silently took
her
free hand and pushed it between her legs. Then he refreshed her glass
while she fingered her clit slowly. Frank wanted a show, so she gave
him
one, spreading her legs wide apart, and groping herself obscenely,
while
her husband gazed upon her hungrily and proceeded to undress. He did
this
slowly, so as to draw out the moment, then when he was dressed in
nothing
but his pants, knelt between her outstretched legs. Karen looked at
her
husband wide-eyed as she saw him pick his wineglass off the coffee
table.
Frank dipped a finger in the Chardonnay and traced a gentle pattern
across
her pussy. Karen sighed in contentment as Frank leaned in to lick the
wine
up.
Frank continued this pleasant torture until he had sipped and licked
his
wine glass empty, then leaned in to finish his wife off in a crashing
orgasm that left her shaking in the chair. He looked up at her with a
self-satisfied grin, then leaned back on his heels. Undoing his pants,
he
pushed them and his shorts down his thighs, then knelt again and moved
forward. Tucking his wife's legs over his arms, his cock found easy
entrance into her pussy, twitching and pulsing with desire. Karen
gasped
as his cock moved relentlessly inward, and she came again as she
moaned
and panted her need to her husband. Frank fucked her slowly, with long
and
deep strokes, reveling in his wife's orgasms, until his own need grew
too
maddening. Increasing his tempo markedly, he plunged and bucked into
Karen's cunt, arching his back and collapsing against her as his balls
drained into her well used twat.
The pair kissed each other deeply, then Karen climbed out of the chair
and
moved down the hall, gathering clothing as she went. Frank pulled his
pants back up and collapsed into the armchair, pouring himself a fresh
glass of wine and sipping it as he contemplated the day's events. It
had
been a notable one, and he idly wondered how he would tell Karen. He
wasn't overly concerned; they had both fucked others before. Their
love
for each other transcended the physical, their physical love simply
heightened it.
Karen returned from their bathroom where she had showered and changed.
Now
dressed in a simple and short lace nightie, she picked up the
remaining
clothing and kissed her husband quickly. After the last fuck, she
doubted
Frank would be stiff again before morning, but either way, now or
later,
she wanted her husband to screw her some more before he left their
bed.
Frank finished his wine and put the glasses in the kitchen, then
ambled up
the stairs and down the darkened hallway to their room. He brushed his
teeth and prepared for bed, stripping to his usual outfit of briefs,
then
slipped into his side of the bed. Karen murmured contentedly as she
began
dozing off, and Frank moved behind her spoon fashion. Resting a hand
on
her hip, he noted happily that her nightgown had slipped up around her
waist and her ass was bare to the touch. He caressed it briefly and
was
pleased to feel the start of another erection. Carefully moving away,
he
reached down and slipped his shorts off, then moved back against his
wife.
At the touch of her naked flesh, his cock stiffened even further, so
he
decided to put it to good use. Slipping his hand around to her front,
he
toyed with Karen's pussy until she moaned and woke, then spread her
legs
while he pushed in from behind.
"Oh, Frank, what has got you so turned on tonight?" asked Karen as her
husband moved against her.
"Complaining?"
"Hell no! I just want to know what to do to keep you like this!" she
laughed as her body responded to his touch. She began clamping her
pussy
around the invader from behind, but knew that after their fuck only a
while ago, she was in for a nice and long screw.
"Well, I'll tell you..," started Frank, relating what had gone on over
at
the Roman household earlier. As he knew she would, Karen became even
more
excited, demanding to know each and every detail of who had done what,
and
when, and where, and how. Finally, Frank could take no more. Rolling
his
wife over so that she was face down, he straddled her thighs and began
fucking her hard and fast. Karen moaned in pleasure as she came
non-stop,
then orgasmed even more when she felt Frank's cock spurting into her
again.
They collapsed in sheer exhaustion and slept until well past their
usual
time the next day. Later that Sunday afternoon, Karen decided that
some
afternoon delight was in order. She called her husband up to their
room on
a flimsy pretext and greeted him in the buff. While she gave him a
pre-fuck handjob, she mentioned that she was going to call Ann Roman.
"Oh?" asked Frank.
"Well, darling, what is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander,
or so
they say. I think I need to check out Bob, hmmm?" Karen leaned down to
lick Frank's balls, knowing she would get little argument from him.
She
was right, he readily agreed, then allowed his wife to climb on top
and
ride him to a very pleasant mutual orgasm.
***
"Really? Ann didn't say anything to me?" said Bob Roman to Karen
Sheridan,
mystified. It was a Wednesday morning, perfectly warm and sunny, and
Karen
had shown up in shorts and T-shirt to join Ann in a swim in the
Roman's
in-ground pool.
"Well, maybe she was just going to pick up something at the store in
town?"
"No, she mentioned something about hitting one of the malls over in
Vestal
with Terri, actually," he answered.
"Well, that's okay. She probably just forgot. I'll go home and call
her
later."
"No, don't be silly. You're here, swim! I wasn't doing anything, I'll
just
go put on a pair of trunks and join you." Bob replied.
Karen smiled. She had called Ann on Monday morning and the two had met
for
lunch and talked things over. Neither considered it that unusual that
they
were screwing each other's husbands. The only thing out of the
ordinary
was that they were related in a fashion through their children. They
had
concocted this plan after seeing the weather forecast. While Bob went
inside to change, Karen hurriedly stripped off her shorts and shirt,
then
spread a blanket out.
Bob Roman was only mildly upset by his wife's forgetfulness. The
Sheridans
and the kids were always welcome at the house, and there was a
standing
invitation to use the pool. Bob had not been at all thrilled at the
idea
of a swimming pool, but Ann had prevailed, whispering into his ear
that
she had always wanted to get an all-over tan. Bob's eyes had goggled
at
the thought, then he had turned to the real estate agent and bought
the
house. The layout of the house and grounds ensured their privacy, and
Ann
Roman no longer had tan lines, and her husband fucked her frequently
in
and around the pool.
Bob stripped off his clothes and slipped into a pair of loose trunks
that
his wife had bought him in. He never paid any attention to the fact
that
they were a very lightweight white fabric that, when wet, displayed
his
prodigious cock plainly. He walked outside to find that Karen had
already
jumped into the pool, so he did an impromptu cannonball and joined
her.
The pair swam and talked for several minutes more, then Karen decided
to
tan, and climbed from the pool. Bob swam a couple of more laps, then
climbed out himself. Karen stared hungrily at the dark package so
prominently highlighted by the thin, wet fabric.
Bob dried himself, not realizing that his cock was practically on
display,
and sank to the grass besides his guest. He smiled innocently at
Karen,
and she smiled back, tossing him a tube of sunscreen. "Do my back?"
she
asked.
"Sure." Bob knelt at her side and squirted some lotion on her back.
Karen
had been wearing a one-piece knit suit, that showed a generous amount
of
leg, back, and cleavage. He worked the sunblock into her skin, plying
the
firm flesh. Karen had him stop at one point, to work her arms out of
the
straps and push the suit down to her waist, but she maintained a
perfect
decorum; Bob only saw the sides of her breasts as they were flattened
into
the towel beneath her. He continued with more tanning oil, going lower
on
her back and down her sides, massaging her much as he massaged Ann. He
barely noticed as Karen pushed the suit down around her hips, and then
lower, to bare her ass to his view. Bob continued to apply the lotion.
Karen luxuriated in the feel of the strange hands on her skin. Bob
Roman
looked uncannily like Jack Palance, the movie star, not handsome but
striking, with a hard body and a face of jagged planes and angles. Ann
had
told her that he gave unbelievable massages; now Karen believed! She
was
incredibly turned on. Deciding that her back was well oiled, Karen
rolled
over and smiled. "Don't stop now," she said lightly. Looking down, she
saw
that while Bob's swimsuit was no longer wet and sheer, it did nothing
to
hide the massive erection inside.
"You sure?" Bob asked with a smile. Karen nodded dreamily, and Bob
squirted more lotion up and down her torso. He tugged her suit off
completely, and then began to work the sunscreen in all over. Even
though
her entire body ended up oiled, her tits and pussy needed extra
protection, so he concentrated on them. Soon she was shaking as she
came.
During a slight break, while Bob squirted some more oil on his hands,
Karen bestirred herself. Rising up, she tugged his shorts off, to
stare
hungrily at his cock. It was longer that Frank's, though slimmer, and
her
pussy got even wetter. Bob grinned as he slipped the swimsuit off. He
gave
her a final massage and a second orgasm, then positioned himself
between
her outstretched legs and lowered his cock into her grasping pussy.
Karen
wrapped her legs and arms around him as he fucked her hard and fast,
coming powerfully as he did. Finishing, they jumped into the pool to
cool
off, only to heat things up again with another fuck, this time with
Bob
taking her from behind in the shallow end.
Bob slipped into her pussy from behind, holding her hips as he slowly
bucked against her. Then he surprised Karen, by running his fingers
around
her hips and ass and down the crack between her cheeks. He idly
fondled
her asshole, sending a wave of pleasure through her body, and she
groaned
contentedly. Karen sighed, "Ann said you liked to do that, and she was
right."
Bob stopped in midstroke and it took Karen thrusting back at him to
start
him up again. "Ann?...She said I liked...Karen, what the hell is going
on.?"
"Let's see, Bob,," she said, luxuriating in his touch. "The simple
answer
is that your wife told me that you like to stuff your dork up her ass,
and
that you were pretty good at doing it too, by the way."
"But..."
"The long answer is that we talked over my fucking you and she thought
is
was a great idea. She fucked Frank over the weekend, and we talked it
over, and we decided that payback was a wonderful idea. Oh, it is, it
is!
Fuck me, fuck me!" Karen thrust back at her in-law, making a small set
of
waves in the process.
Bob's mind was awhirl with this revelation. The thought that this was
some
grand scheme both horrified and delighted him. He ran a finger around
Karen's asshole again, eliciting another loud moan, and he leaned over
her
shoulder to look down at her heaving tits and whisper, "Want to find
out
just how good I ass fuck?"
Karen's pussy spasmed at the idea, and she nodded weakly. Bob Roman
pulled
out and took her by the hand, leading her to a ladder and allowing her
to
climb out first. Karen waited for him to join her, then walked with
him to
the towel. She knelt on the towel and raised her ass high, lowering
her
face to the towel in blissful expectation. Normally she was nervous
about
Frank fucking her ass; his cock was so wide that unless she was really
excited and lubricated, it hurt terribly. Most times she agreed to it,
she
was half in the bag. This day, she was excited, and not just because
she
knew Bob's slimmer dick would enter her ass much more easily.
Bob knelt behind Karen and squirted some sunscreen on her asshole and
worked it around and into her butt. Another squirt coated his cock,
and he
moved closer. His cockhead slipped easily into the tight brown ring,
and
he pushed forward slowly as Karen moaned and came. Bob's long and slim
cock went in it's entire length, bottoming out when his pubic hair was
rubbing her ass, then he reversed the process and pulled out almost
completely. His next stroke was faster, and the third was faster yet,
causing his balls to swing up and rub against her pussy from below. It
was
all he could do to keep from blowing his wad up her ass, as Karen
moaned
and whined and shivered and shuddered. She was in constant orgasm. She
collapsed to the ground and Bob followed, to straddle her thighs with
his
cock still inside her asshole, and he fucked her senseless another few
minutes until the enjoyment became too much. A second load of jism,
bigger
than the first, blasted into her bowels.
They rested 'til noon, then cleaned up and Karen went home. She told
Bob
all that she and Frank and Ann had discussed, and asked if he thought
a
small party might not be in order, just the four of them.
Chapter 3
"So, where are we going to dinner?" asked William Roman. He had just
given
his wife a kiss 'Hello' and had been informed that the kids were all
out
for the night and that he was taking her to dinner. She obviously had
some
sort of romantic night planned, but couldn't understand why, with the
house to themselves, they just didn't stay home and screw. He had
given up
trying to understand women years before.
"We have reservations at The Silo," replied Terri.
Wills, nicknamed that since boyhood, stopped and stared at his wife
incredulously. "The Silo?! In Greene?! That's an hour away!"
Terri pushed her husband towards the bedroom and the attached bath.
"No
it's not, it's barely half that. We can drop those church social
invitations off at your folks. Now, go take a shower and get dressed."
Wills shrugged helplessly. The drive was more accurately about
forty-plus
minutes, but he recognized a battle which could not be won. He went
into
his bathroom and stripped down. As a design engineer with Link, he
often
could wear khakis and a sport shirt to work, especially if he was
working
in the factory and the shirt had a corporate logo on it. The outfit
was
way too casual for dinner. He examined his face in the mirror; a
second
shave would not be necessary.
He was turning off the shower when he realized that he was no longer
alone
in the bathroom. Peeking around the shower curtain he discovered Terri
sitting on the toilet, her sweatpants and panties around her ankles.
She
blushed at being caught, and looked away. Wills felt the normal
stirring
in his loins on seeing his wife half-naked, and his cock began
thickening.
'What the hell, we're alone' went through his mind.
Pushing the curtain out of the way, Wills Roman stood naked before his
wife and began drying himself off. Terri's eyes naturally were drawn
his
way, which only caused his cock to become stiffer. After drying off
everything and hiding nothing, he ostentatiously rubbed the towel over
his
cock and balls, leaving it standing proudly at attention.
Terri grinned as her husband of seventeen years stepped towards her,
his
cock pointing at her face. She thought it was the most beautiful penis
in
the world. She had not been a virgin when they had met and become
friends
and lovers, and she had seen numerous erections before his. In her
considered opinion, her husband had the perfect cock, eight inches
long
and two inches wide, with a large circumcised head and a nicely
matched
pair of balls hanging below. It was a cock that was big enough to fill
her
hungry pussy, yet not too big to swallow completely. Her pussy began
heating at the sight.
Frank walked up to his wife, still seated on the toilet, and stuck his
cock in her face.
"What's this??" she asked, grinning. Terri reached out to lightly
stroke
the shaft.
"Consider it an appetizer."
"Just so long as it's not the main course." Terri leaned forward and
placed his cockhead between her lips. This she began sucking and
licking
with her tongue, as she stroked and jacked his cockshaft heatedly. She
had
sucked her husband's cock many times, and knew exactly what to do to
get
him off. She could sense him getting close when he surprised her by
pulling back.
His cock was red and inflamed as he stepped back from his sucking
wife,
but Wills wanted more. Pulling Terri upright and off the toilet, he
pushed
her to the floor in a kneeling position. Swiftly moving behind her, he
knelt and stuffed his cock inside her cunt. He knew his wife and knew
that
after five minutes of cocksucking, she would be near orgasm herself.
Her
pussy needed no foreplay to be wet and slick, and he slipped in
easily.
Terri gasped as she came. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she demanded.
Loudly! Behind her, Wills slammed in and out of his wife's pussy,
smiling
as she yelled for him to fuck her, that she was coming, that it felt
so
good. Terri Sheridan had been an incredibly vocal fuck before they had
been married, an aspect of her easy sexuality that combined with her
centerfold looks to make her a coed very much in demand. Wills Roman
had
been the ultimate winner, at the price of incessant pounding on the
walls
of dorm and fraternity rooms by jealous friends. The birth of triplets
a
year after their marriage had required them to move out of their
apartment
and buy a house, much to the relief of their neighbors. Several years
later, Wills had been forced to rip the plaster out of their bedroom
walls
and insulate them, as soundproofing, when the kids had started
knocking on
the door in the middle of the night. It was worth it, since Terri
really
went nuts while fucking!
Wills pushed her sweatshirt up above her tits, then undid the clasp on
his
wife's bra. Her 36DD tits swung free, and he reached around to cup and
fondle them as he rode her from behind. Terri climaxed again from the
added stimulus, and began making inhuman grunts and moans as she came.
It
became too much for her husband, who grunted with relief when he came,
spraying his come into his wife's quivering cunt. Terri cried out as
she
felt his cock spasm, then collapsed to the carpet. "Wow, now I need
the
shower," she commented.
"Too bad, you got me sweaty," smirked Wills. He got up, in the process
keeping his wife lying on the floor, and stepped back into the shower.
"You son of a bitch!" she yelled at him. As her husband stepped back
under
the hot water and closed the curtain, Terri smiled. She kicked off her
sweatpants and pulled off her other clothing, then smiled like the
Cheshire Cat. Revenge was a dish best served cold? She flushed the
toilet
and was most gratified at the scream of indignation which resulted.
***
Terri Roman always enjoyed dining like this, though she was rarely
able to
do so this close to home. Wills was dressed nicely, if conservatively,
in
gray slacks, white shirt, and a light blue blazer. She on the other
hand,
wore a long white linen dress and a pair of slinky sandals with three
inch
heels, and that was all. What made her the object of attention in the
restaurant was the dress, and specifically, how it was constructed.
Only a few years previous, she and her best friend, Betty Smith, had
been
shopping together when they came across the dresses in a local mall.
Calf
length and halter topped, lined for opaque discretion but with a
couple of
knee length slits up each leg, the dresses were on sale and quite
inexpensive, and they each bought one. The problem didn't start until
they
got them back to Betty's house and tried them on again.
It was Betty who first noticed it. She was a plumply pretty housewife
whose husband seemed to believe in keeping his wife pregnant and
barefoot
in the kitchen. Two years younger than Terry, she already had six
children
and blithely told Terry that she and he were trying for number seven.
As
she moved in front of the dining room mirror, she noticed a seam that
had
unraveled at the hem. Bending down, she discovered that the stitching
holding the lining to the dress was unraveling completely. The dresses
had
been sold pretty much "as is," so there was no taking them back, so
she
changed back into her regular clothes and got out her sewing machine.
Terry noticed that the lining to her dress was unraveling as well, and
it
was she who had the idea of removing it completely. Betty had been
scandalized, but had giggled and gone along with the idea. They had
carefully removed the linings, then Betty had restitched the seams.
Further, they had lengthened the slits up the front of each leg
considerably. Betty had admitted that she could never wear the dress
out
in public, but that it was just the thing to wear after she got the
kids
in bed, to entice her husband to do his part in making the next one.
Terry had modeled the redone outfit, while Betty cooed at the sight,
and
though she told her friend the same thing, that she would never wear
the
dress out in public, she decided to test the waters anyway. She and
Wills
were taking a long weekend at Lake Placid that summer, and that was
far
enough away from family and friends that she wouldn't feel too
uncomfortable. It had been an incredible hit with her husband, who had
fucked her brains out as soon as he saw her in the dress.
Tonight, she had not simply walked into The Silo, she had strutted,
her
head held high, her proud breasts thrust out, her legs flashing
through
the slits in the skirt, the very personification of S-E-X! Wills
noticed
how every man in the room was staring, as well as most of the women.
In
particular, one woman, with a man, no less, was licking her lips
hungrily
at the sight.
The white linen fit her like a second skin, especially after the first
couple of washings had shrunk it marginally. Without the lining her
prominent nipples were outlined, and the bright whiteness contrasted
marvelously with her golden hair and bronzed skin. Terry tanned
regularly
at a nearby tanning salon, without a suit so that there were no
troublesome bikini lines, and the backless dress showed off her
flawless
skin. She could never wear panties with this dress, and tonight she
had
even disdained stockings; while showering she had shaved her legs and
her
pussy, so that not even a faint triangle of pubic hair would show
through
the thin fabric. Other than her sandals, she simply wore some skin
lotion
and perfume beneath the dress.
Wills' cock was in an almost constant state of semi-erection from the
time
his wife had joined him in the living room prior to leaving. As
always, he
had wanted to screw her dressed just that way, but Terry was able to
laughingly put him off. "What, you want more kids?" She had told him
about
how she and Betty had modified the dresses, and that as close as they
could figure it, Betty's seventh and later her eighth children were
conceived while her dress was around her waist! That was a sufficient
damper on her husband's ardor to put him off until later. She had
never
mentioned Betty's other comment, about how the fabric was a good one
for
cleaning, since if you got it into a presoak within a few hours, the
sweat
and come just washed right out.
Later was sure to prove interesting. They split two bottles of wine,
though Wills limited himself since he was driving, which meant that
his
wife drank well over a bottle on her own. Terry began making a string
of
lewd suggestions to her husband as the night progressed. When, over
coffee, she loudly requested that he take her home and screw her, he
agreed and hustled her out as she laughed wildly. He loaded her in her
car, then went around and climbed in the driver's seat.
Terry's car was an eight year old Lincoln Town Car that she had
purchased
through her job. A legal secretary, her firm had handled an estate
auction
for what turned out to be a real life little old lady who only drove
her
car to church. Eight years old and immaculately maintained, the
vehicle
had less than 15,000 miles on it. It's age had reduced the price to
practically nothing; they were able to sell her one year old minivan
for
more than the cost of the Town Car! Now, Wills' Bronco became the 'mom
bomb' when needed, and Terry got the luxury car.
Tonight, it was Wills' turn to drive, and Terry got to be the
passenger
lounging in sybaritic delight. Disdaining her seatbelt, she raised the
armrest separating the bench seat and snuggled up next to her husband,
who
smiled and put an arm around her shoulders. They drove like this out
of
the parking lot and back towards Route 206, but once they were on the
darkened road, Wills pulled his arm back and rested it gently upon his
wife's bare thigh.
This was all the signal Terry needed to start fooling around. Moving
slightly, she pulled her dress up so that it was loose around her
waist
and her bare ass was sitting on the cushions. Then she reached over
and
began rubbing her husband's cock through his trousers, even as she
began
licking and nibbling at his ear.
"Baby, you keep doing that, we're going to have an accident,"
commented
her husband as he worked his fingers between her thighs to caress the
silky bald skin of her pussy.
"Well, you'd better find a place to pull over then," she replied. Not
relenting, she unzipped his trousers and slipped her hand inside to
grab
his engorged cock.
Wills drove to the next minor crossroads as his wife jerked his cock,
then
pulled off. He drove another couple of miles until he found a suitable
spot, a deserted farm road, and pulled in. "Come on honey, let's get
in
the back."
Terry laughed and pointed to the back seat, where several boxes were
setting. "Remember, we have to stop at your parents first."
"Oh, Christ, honey! You got to do me now!" he begged.
Terry grinned and relented, twisting on the spacious front seat and
lowering her head to her husband's lap. Wills shifted to help his wife
push his pants down, then urged her lips towards his cock. He groaned
with
relief as she engulfed him and began some immediate deep throat. For
his
part, Wills reached behind his wife's head and undid the halter top to
her
dress, peeling it down to expose her magnificent tits, then slid a
hand
under the skirt. Terry shifted position to give him access to her
pussy,
then started to Hoover his cock. She knew she wouldn't have to work
very
much longer, since his pre-come was flowing freely, and only a few
minutes
later she was pleasantly rewarded. Wills quietly grunted as his cock
expanded even further, then filled his wife's mouth with come. Terry
swallowed as best she could, though some leaked out around her lips,
then
she licked these droplets up as her husband panted and gasped while
his
cock deflated.
"Now, what about me?" she asked pouting and batting her eyes.
"Well, since the back seat is out, I just don't know," said Wills.
"Let me
see if I can think of something." With that, he shifted his wife so
that
she was reclining in his arms, her dress around her waist, and lowered
his
face to her breasts. He chewed and licked at her tits as his hand
pawed
between her legs, and Wills was delighted to hear his wife begin to
scream
and cry as she orgasmed. He enjoyed this particular form of torture a
great deal. Normally, by this point in their lovemaking, Terry would
have
literally grabbed him by the balls and DEMANDED that he fuck her.
Tonight
she was forced to lay there and take it, and by the time Wills tired
of
tormenting her G-spot, his wife was literally shaking, her face and
body
flushed, and her golden hair and skin streaked with sweat.
Terry smiled up from her position in her husband's arms and pulled his
face down to hers, then kissed him deeply. "Oh my, darling, now I'm
the
one who is sorry about the back seat. God, but I love you!"
"Want to go dump this stuff off with my folks?" he asked, pointing a
thumb
over his shoulder into the back seat.
"Yeah!" she nodded and continued, "Then we can drive down Route 11
instead
of getting on the highway, maybe find a place to pull over again?"
Wills smiled and helped his wife upright, so they could repair their
clothing. It was only another fifteen minutes to his parent's home, so
they lowered their windows, to remove the reek of sex and sweat. By
the
time they arrived at the house, Terry had a subtle scent of perfume
and
arousal.
Both Terry and her husband were curiously surprised to see that her
parents were visiting, as evidenced by their car in the drive. The
dropped
the boxes of church circulars on the back porch and stepped inside,
then
walked through the house to peek into the living room and see what was
up.
***
The First Official Roman-Sheridan Family Orgy occurred exactly one
week to
the day after Frank nailed Ann in her kitchen. Ann had called Karen
late
in the afternoon on Wednesday. She would have called earlier, but her
husband had surprised her when she got back from shopping. After
helping
Ann with the packages, Bob had guided her to their bedroom. Once
inside,
he had undressed her and tied her hands behind her back, then had
spent
the rest of the afternoon torturing her by fingering and licking her
until
she was on the edge of orgasm, then stopping. She spent the entire
afternoon on the edge of coming, so needy of an orgasm that Bob had to
laughingly stop her from humping against the bed in an effort to get
herself off. He had finally relented, pushing her face forward over
their
pillows and fucking her from behind. She had come massively, starting
the
moment his cock slipped into her greasy hot snatch, and continuing
until
he finally spewed his come into her. They had cuddled briefly, then
Bob
had untied her hands and smacked her ass and sent her on her way.
The two women agreed to get together at the Sheridan house Saturday
night.
This time, they would let their husbands in on the plan, so there
would be
no secrets about anything. Neither had worn any underwear. Karen wore
a
loose knee length skirt and a halter top, while Ann wore a knee length
skirt and a tight sweater. Both Bob and Frank wore khakis and sport
shirts.
Dinner was grilled steaks and corn, then after the dishes were done,
the
four went inside. The mosquitoes were coming out in force, and
everybody
moved into the family room on the rear of the house. This was a fairly
private room that looked out across the back yard and down over the
hillside into the valley below, and they settled down to finish their
beers. Ann sat on the couch next to her husband while Karen sat on
Frank's
lap.
Nothing occurred until the first round of after-dinner beers was
finished.
Karen and Ann got up and grabbed another round, but this time they
switched husbands. Karen sat on the couch next to Bob, and Ann sat
down on
Frank's lap. Both men grinned at each other and let their fingers do
the
walking while they sipped at their beers.
Ann drained her beer, chugging it down when she felt Frank slide a
hand
under the bottom of her sweater. Her nipples were threatening to poke
through her sweater and she was extremely turned on. Shifting
slightly,
she pulled her skirt up around her waist and snuggled against Frank as
he
probed between her thighs. She glanced over at Karen to discover that
things were moving along nicely. Bob had undone his hostess' halter
top
and tossed it aside, and Karen had her skirt around her waist as well.
Karen also had undone Bob's pants and had a hand inside, and Bob's
eyes
had a blissfully content look from the handjob.
The mutual masturbation continued for several more minutes, with Ann
undoing Frank's pants as well, then she stood. The others looked at
her
curiously and Ann pulled Frank upright. "Move over, guys," she said to
Karen and Bob. She peeled off her clothing and helped Frank out of
his,
then pushed him down onto the couch next to her husband. Karen
stripped
Bob, then stood and slipped out of her skirt. She looked at Ann, who
said,
"Dueling blowjobs." She knelt between Frank's legs.
The other three laughed, but Bob pulled Karen towards him and pushed
her
to her knees, and she began to lick and suck his cock as well. Nobody
was
laughing anymore; both men were in heaven, and both women were too
busy to
laugh with a big cock in their mouths. They began to move in unison
with
each other, stroking and sucking in time as they watched each other
out of
the corners of their eyes. They knew they were getting close when both
Bob
and Frank began gasping and panting and whimpering for them to finish
them
off. Ann winked at Karen and began tickling Frank's asshole. He
groaned
loudly and his hips began bucking as he filled her mouth and throat
with
his come. Karen did the same to Bob and began swallowing as well.
Afterwards, both men laid their partners down on the carpet and lay
down
between their legs, licking and sucking their pussies while their
wives
cried out as they came. Afterwards, another round of beers was
consumed,
then the ladies were placed in position on their backs and Bob fucked
Karen and Frank fucked Ann. The two men tried to last as long as
possible,
knowing that this would probably be their last fuck of the night. Both
privately acknowledged that while they were both healthy and in good
shape, and still quite active sexually, neither of them was 19
anymore,
and that two good comes in a session was about the most that they
could
hope for.
Afterwards, both men were surprised when Ann reached over and snuggled
up
against Karen. Karen wrapped an arm around her guest, not expecting
anything more than a warm kiss, but Ann went quite a bit further. She
moved her hands up to cup and fondle Karen's heavy tits, then lowered
her
lips to lick and kiss Karen's nipples. As Frank and Bob stared, and
Karen
whimpered in delight, Ann moved her head lower, to begin slurping at
her
husband's come leaking out of Karen's pussy. Karen shrieked in joy as
Ann's tongue licked her clit.
Ann sat up, grinning, as Karen stared at her, dazed. Reaching between
her
own thighs, she wet a finger with her own pussy juice and Frank's
come,
then extended it to Karen. Karen licked at the finger tentatively, and
Ann
repeated the process. Finally, Ann reclined and drew Karen towards
her,
and pushed Karen down between her legs. Karen ate Ann out until Ann
came,
then reclined as her husband and Bob applauded.
Ann explained how she and Bob had once gone to a swap party where one
of
the couples was a pair of bi girls. She ended up with one of the
girls,
and had gone along with the idea. Bob had never known, but lying there
with Karen, she had been just so turned on, she repeated things.
It was late and everyone had been drinking, so the Romans stayed night
in
a spare bedroom. Frank and Karen retired to their room and fell
immediately asleep. They were woken the next morning, late, by moans
coming from the hallway. Grinning, they got out of bed, still naked
from
the night before, and went across the hallway. There, in their
daughter's
old room, Ann was taking a long and slow ride on her naked husband's
cock.
Karen took Frank by the hand and they slipped inside to watch. Ann
greeted
both of the with a kiss, never missing a stroke as she rode Bob, and
invited them to join in. Frank positioned Karen on her hands and
knees,
and slipped into her slick cunt from behind. They had a great fuck,
then
the Sheridans served breakfast and the Romans went home.
Karen and Ann stayed in touch with each other during the next week, to
discuss the evening and plan a second. Both were ecstatic and very
enthusiastic about how things had worked out; both agreed that their
sex
lives had gotten an incredible boost. Frank and Bob were fucking them
more
frequently than they had in years, usually twice a day, and they had
stopped wearing underwear around the house. The most amazing
occurrence
was when Ann was talking to Karen on the phone one afternoon, and her
husband walked in on her in the bedroom. Understanding the
conversation,
he had laughed and undressed, then pulled his wife's pants off her.
While
Ann described the action to Karen on the other end of the phone, Bob
ate
his wife's shaved pussy. Karen immediately stripped her clothing off
and
called out for Frank to join her. He found her naked and playing with
herself, so he joined in, fucking his wife spoon fashion as he
listened in
on Bob fucking Ann. They decided to get together again on Saturday
night
at the Roman's.
Chapter 4
Karen Sheridan looked up from the floor where she was sitting, leaning
against Bob Roman, with his arm around her shoulders, to stare at the
people who had just barged in. Everybody was so surprised at the
interruption that they kept doing what they were doing. In the case of
Bob
and Karen, she was fisting his cock while he played with her tits.
Ann,
meanwhile, was reclining on the couch, her head in Frank's lap and his
cock in his mouth, and she was sucking him back to life. Both couples
had
already had a good fuck, and Karen and Ann had gotten into a 69
afterwards; now they were preparing for Round 3.
Terry and Wills stared at the debauchery before them, unblinking and
uncomprehending. Karen was the first to move, crawling to her feet and
pulling Bob erect beside her. They walked across the living room
unconcerned with their nudity, and stopped before the younger couple.
"I
guess this is a bit of a surprise," said Karen.
"Momma?!" asked Terry weakly. She stared at her mother, then looked at
her
father-in-law. He was smiling and sporting a monumental erection. She
glanced over at the other couple still on the couch. Her mother-in-law
had
pulled away from her father, to display his stiff and naked cock as
well.
She stared at the group, her eyes flitting from cock to cock, and her
pussy began to get wet. "Momma?!"
Bob smiled at his son and shrugged pleasantly. He too was noticing his
daughter's and son-in-law's condition. They both looked like they had
just
fucked their brains out. His son was staring wildly around the room,
taking in the beautiful older women, their heaving tits, pleasantly
fleshy
asses, nice legs, and their faces glistening with sweat and sex. If
Wills
was turned on by Terry's body, he knew his son would be turned on by
the
similar builds of Ann and Karen. "Care to come in and join us?" he
asked,
in the same tone of voice as if he was asking, "Would you care to come
in
and watch the ball game?"
At the question, both Terry and her husband snapped out of the trance
they
were in. They stared wildly at their parents, and Wills croaked out,
"What?"
Karen answered, "Well, isn't it obvious what is going on, Wills? We're
having a little gang bang. Would you like to get undressed and join
us?"
They stared at Karen, then turned to Bob as he chimed in. "Come on,
it's
the game the whole family can play." The room erupted in laughter at
this,
and Bob continued. "Listen, it's no big deal, but your mother and I
like
to get together with Frank and Karen and fool around. By the looks of
the
two of you, you've been out fooling around yourself, eh?" Bob and
Terry
silently acknowledged this by nodding dumbly, and Bob continued,
"Well,
come on in if you want."
By now, both Ann and Frank had climbed off the couch and come forward.
Neither Terry nor Bob made a complaint as many hands gently separated
and
pulled them forward. Wills found himself being pulled along by Karen
and
his mother, and he glanced over his shoulder to see his father and
Terry's
pulling Terry over to the couch. They had her between them, then his
attention turned back to the two older women. His cock was as stiff as
a
board as he felt them running their hands over his body. Karen stopped
and
groped his crotch, remarking that she really wanted to see if he was
as
big as Terry said. Ann began to remove his blazer and pulled his shirt
out
of his pants.
"What!? You mean...Terry said...you talked..."
Ann leaned in and kissed her son on the lips lightly. "Shhh. All women
talk about their men. Terry says you have a very nice and big cock,
and
that you are a very good fuck." She stepped away slightly and
continued to
undress her son.
Karen had opened her son-in-law's pants and had fished out his
painfully
erect cock. She stroked it and said, "Ummm, she was right! This is
simply
gorgeous! I sure do hope you can fuck like she said." Wills stared at
the
two women, groaning as they rubbed his cock. "She is my daughter, and
I
think I need to perform a quality control check."
"Me too," replied Ann. She smiled and the pair of them knelt in front
of
her son. They removed his shoes, socks, and pants, the last vestiges
of
clothing he had on. Then they began to alternate licking and sucking
his
cock. Wills moaned as the two women gave him deep throat. He glanced
across the room towards his wife.
He was amazed. It had been but a moment's work for his father to reach
behind his daughter-in-law's back and undo the halter top holding the
little white dress on. As it puddled around Terry's feet, a wave of
lust
had swept through her, and she had instinctively reached down to grasp
the
stiffly erect cocks beside her. When Wills looked across the room,
both
men were kissing and fondling his wife fiercely. His father was bent
over,
his lips on one huge breast and a hand groping her drenched pussy;
Terry's
father was French kissing his daughter as his hands roamed her
backside
and cupped her other breast. Terry was shaking as she came, moaning
and
groaning as she writhed in ecstasy.
Wills moaned himself, as his mother and Karen worked over his cock
insistently. He turned his eyes back towards his feet, to see the two
women sucking at his cock even as their fingers roamed each others
massive
tits. Seeing the two women playing bisexually was too much for him;
his
come began spurting uncontrollably into his mother's mouth. He groaned
loud enough to attract attention from across the room, and the two men
grinned wickedly as his wife watched him facefuck Ann.
Terry orgasmed throughout this incredible scene, her body shaking
beneath
the experienced fingers of her father and father-in-law. She had
overheard
Ann mentioning how all women talked about their men, and remembered
the
occasion it had occurred. It had been years ago, when she and Wills
had
been practically newlyweds. The triplets were barely a year old, and
her
parents were visiting from Long Island, and Frank and Ann had brought
the
whole bunch over to their place for a barbecue. The wine coolers had
been
flowing, especially with so many hands to help with the babies, and
Ann,
Karen, and Terry had drank way too much, in the process describing
their
husbands' anatomy and lovemaking techniques thoroughly. Now she
realized
that, just as she had been, Ann and Karen had been truthful as well,
and
that their husband's cocks were just as magnificent as Wills'!
Bob Roman took matters to the next level by pulling his
daughter-in-law to
the couch and sitting down up on it. He made himself comfortable, then
pulled Terry back onto his lap. She quietly acquiesced as he
positioned
her, setting her onto his upright cock, impaling her cunt on him. She
orgasmed again, and when her eyes opened, she found a cock staring her
in
the face. She looked up to see her father looking down at her,
smiling,
and saying, "Oh, baby, you're so beautiful." Moving as if possessed,
she
leaned forward and opened her lips, taking her father's cock between
them,
as she began bouncing on Bob's cock. She was orgasming so madly she
barely
noticed her father coming in her mouth. She swallowed and sucked every
drop, savoring the delicious flavor, even as Bob groaned and filled
her
pussy from beneath.
Bob twisted out from under Terry and Frank sank down onto the couch to
sandwich his daughter between them. Terry alternated kissing the two
older
men deeply, as they came down off their orgasmic high. She began to
idly
play with their limp dicks s they watched Ann and Karen fuck Wills.
The two older women had sucked Wills back to life quickly, and decided
that they both needed some relief. Wills had laughed as his mother
ordered
him into position, laying flat on his back on the carpet, and then had
straddled his face. Next he felt something wet, tight, and warm, slip
into
position on his cock. Karen had straddled his waist and was fucking
his
cock. He groaned in bliss and began licking his mother's shaved cunt
as
his mother-in-law began bouncing on the cock in her heated pussy. He
loved
eating his wife's shaved pussy; he had no way of knowing that Terry
had
only started shaving hers after that drunken conversation when Ann had
described how Bob loved it that way!
Terry stared in amazement from across the room as her mother fucked
her
husband while he ate out his mother. Even more amazing was how Ann and
Karen leaned towards each other and began kissing and caressing,
running
their fingers across each other's nipples and tits. They were fucking
each
other as much as they were fucking Wills! The effect was evident on
the
men at her side, as well. By the time the threesome opposite them had
come, sweat pouring from their bodies, both Frank and Bob were stiff
again.
"Come on, let's show them something," commented Bob.
Terry enthusiastically nodded agreement, and followed after Bob, with
Frank in tow. Bob sank down to the carpet and pulled a throw pillow
under
his head, then positioned his daughter-in-law straddling him. She sank
down eagerly onto his cock, and he held her legs in position, then
pulled
her face down to his chest. Reaching down, he grabbed the cheeks of
her
ass, and said, "Hey, Frank, let's make a sandwich!"
Frank looked down to see his daughter's asshole winking at him, her
pussy
on her father-in-law's cock, and damn near came at the sight. For many
years he had considered Karen to be the most beautiful woman in the
world,
but that had stopped one day when his daughter was in her teens. She
had
come into the living room wearing a new string bikini, and he realized
that she was even more beautiful and sexy than his wife. Her legs were
a
touch nicer, her ass was a shade rounder, her waist was a hair
narrower,
even her tits were a bit bigger. By then he knew that his daughter was
"sexually active" and no longer his little girl, and like all men,
both
cursed and envied the young men who were screwing his baby. Now he
looked
down at the vision fucking his friend and salivated at the prospect of
screwing her.
"You sure about this, honey?" he asked.
Terry nodded as she stared raptly at her father's stiff cock. "Yes,
Daddy,
fuck me in the ass. I love to get fucked in the ass!" She shuddered as
she
ground her pussy down on Bob.
"There's some KY in the end table," commented Bob Roman.
Frank looked at his host oddly, even as he moved to get the lubricant.
"You keep KY in the living room?"
Bob laughed as he fucked upwards into his daughter-in-law. "I do on
orgy
nights!"
Frank chuckled as well as he took the small tube of ointment and moved
into position. He used a generous amount on his cock and rubbed even
more
into Terry's asshole, an act which caused his daughter to moan in
anticipation. Then, as Bob stopped and held Terry tightly, spreading
her
asscheeks wide, Frank stuck his cockhead into his baby's ass and slid
forward. Terry moaned as she orgasmed, and began humping back at both
men.
Across the room, Wills, his mother, and his mother-in-law reclined
against
a chair and watched the two older men fuck Wills' wife. Terry began
crying
out almost immediately, shrieking and screaming in orgasm. "Jesus, she
really gets into it!" remarked Karen. Terry was enjoying herself even
more
than when she had been fucking Bob and sucking her father, but then
her
mouth had muffled her moans and groans.
Wills nodded in amused agreement, and Ann said, "No shit. Were you
ever at
our place down on the Island?"
"No, why?"
"Well, this was years ago, but the place was real original Levittown,
a
real crackerbox. Well, anyway, the walls were like tissue, and these
two
came down and visited us back before the kids were born. So one night,
they decide to go at it, and she was screaming like to wake the dead!
I
thought the neighbors were going to call the cops!" said Ann.
"Oh, Christ!" remarked Wills as Karen laughed. "Sorry about that,
Mom."
"It was okay, baby. It woke your father up and got him all horny, so
he
gave me another fuck. It was worth it."
By the time that Terry collapsed onto Bob's chest, her hips churning
as
the two men filled her pussy and ass with their jism, Karen and Ann
had
gotten Wills stiff. Ann announced to the others that she wanted her
son to
fuck her, hard and fast, so he had her kneel with her face to Karen's
pussy. While his mother ate her guest out, he stepped behind her and
slipped his cock inside. Ann gasped as she felt his cock, thicker than
her
husband's and longer than Frank's, slip inside. She moaned her
pleasure
into the cunt she was eating, as Karen ran her hands through the thick
auburn hair and watched Wills in action. With every thrust into Ann,
Ann's
face was pushed into Karen's blonde twat.
To Wills' surprise, Ann pulled away and looked back over her shoulder
at
her son. "Baby, fuck me in the ass!? Please?!" she begged.
Wills pushed his mother's face back to Karen's cunt, then pulled out.
His
cock was so sloppy with cunt juice that the KY wasn't necessary.
Grabbing
his cock, he aimed it at Ann's asshole and slipped it inside. He
waited a
moment for her rectum to expand and accommodate him, then he pushed
forward, smoothly and quickly. "So tight!" he gasped, unloading his
come
inside her butt. "Can't last..."
That was almost the last fuck of the evening. Everybody was quite worn
out, tired but exhilarated, and the group broke up to wash and clean
up.
It was almost half an hour before everybody, now partially dressed,
reassembled in the family room. Terry and Wills had a blizzard of
questions for their parents, and the group talked for almost an hour.
Finally, Wills remarked that he never had been able to screw his wife
properly that night, and she begged him to fuck her in front of their
families. She stripped off her dress and pulled down his pants, and
climbed on top, to fuck one last time for the evening. It was well
past
midnight when the party broke up and everyone went home.
Chapter 5
Cody Roman glanced across the bedroom at the door and noticed a
familiar
shadow. Smirking, she crossed to her sister Cassidy's bed and sat down
on
it. Through the blare of the stereo, Cassidy could barely hear her
sister
say, "He's at it again." Cody flicked a finger towards the door, and
Cassidy understood immediately.
When Wills and Terry Roman had decided to have children, nobody could
have
guessed that triplets were in the offing. Multiple births did not run
in
either family. Terry had astounded everybody, both by the size to
which
she had ballooned and by the fact that she was expecting not just one
or
even two little Romans, but three! Right up until the last minute
nobody
had any idea even what the sex of the kids would be; there was too
much
going on inside her for the ultrasound to tell anything more than
there
were three children and they were all healthy.
The births had been quite routine. The doctor had wanted to do a
Caesarian
but had been dissuaded by Terry, though with certain misgivings. They
had
become so standard for multiple births that he had almost forgotten
how to
handle them the old fashioned way. The first child was a girl,
followed
almost another half hour later by a second daughter. The pain had been
excruciating, but the entire delivery room perked up when Terry saw
Wills'
face at the sight of his second daughter. He had wanted a son
desperately,
and as his face fell she told him loudly that, "You better hope the
next
one's a boy, you son of a bitch, because you are never touching me
again!"
The third time proved the charm, and William Tyler Roman, Jr. followed
Cody Jessica Roman and Cassidy Taylor Roman into the world. Everybody
agreed that Cody and Cassidy were the spitting image of their mother;
they
also agreed that Billy was the spitting image of the mailman!
Strong likenesses ran in the family. Wills looked just like his
father,
though with a few of the harsh planes and angles softened. Terry
looked
almost identical to Karen, and the two girls took after them closely.
Cody
and Cassidy were similar enough that on first glance people thought
they
were identical twins, not fraternal, which was a theoretical
possibility,
but as they grew it was obvious they were not identical. There was
always
something, the line of the jaw, the arch of the eyebrow, the shape of
an
ear, that made an imperceptible note that the girls were subtly
different.
While they could swap photos indiscriminately, anyone talking to the
girls
for more than a few minutes could immediately tell them apart.
Billy was simply different. Of average height and average build, he
resembled neither grandfather nor father, and his facial structure was
unlike any of the women either. Like his grandmother Ann, he had red
hair,
but where hers was a subtle auburn, his was a flaming orange, with a
healthy dose of freckles thrown in. Even his eyes were different,
being
neither the brown which ran in the Roman family nor the blue which ran
in
the Sheridans. His were a greenish hazel.
Cody and Cassidy contemplated their brother outside their bedroom
door. It
had become a regular occurrence that after they got home from school,
before their parents came home from work, Billy would spy on the two
girls. He couldn't stop himself, they were simply too beautiful and
sexy
for him to stop. His sisters simply looked so damn good, with their
perfect butts and big tits and long legs and long blonde hair. Just li
ke
every other guy in school, he wanted to see them undressed.
Worst of all, he knew that several of the other guys at school had
already
seen them naked! His sisters had been "sexually active" for a couple
of
years, almost since the day their mother had put them on the Pill. She
had
told them that it was for protection and emergencies, and was not to
be
considered a license to go out and screw around, but they had
immediately
realized that it was just such a license, much as Terry had when she
had
gone on the Pill at the same age. Billy knew some of the guys who had
screwed his sisters and was intensely jealous of them. It was patently
unfair that they were screwing and he wasn't! Billy Roman was still a
virgin and considered that this state would probably last another
sixty to
seventy years. He was intensely horny.
Kneeling outside the girls' room, Billy peeped through the lock on the
door and couldn't believe his luck. Cody had stripped off her jeans
and
blouse and bra, and was now dressed in a pair of skimpy pink panties
and a
cropped tank top. Cassidy was actually topless, and was just laying on
her
bed in full view. His virgin cock throbbed painfully in his pants and
as
he reached down to adjust himself, his lust overcame his better
judgement.
Unzipping his pants, he pushed his pants and shorts down and grabbed
his
cock, blissfully unaware that his sisters knew precisely what he was
doing.
When the triplets had been born, Wills and Terry had been living in a
one
bedroom apartment in Vestal. When Terry became pregnant, they knew
that
they would have to eventually move, but with three children on the
way, it
became imperative. A new house was out of the question for the young
couple, but an older Victorian became available in Kirkwood, and they
jumped at the chance. Frank helped with the needed repairs to the
small
house, and made it a mixture of elements; new kitchen, old style
porch,
new bathrooms, old bedrooms. In the case of the bedroom doors, they
retained the original turn-of-the-century doorknobs and locks, with
keyholes for massive skeleton keys and a glaring gap between the
bottom of
the door and the hardwood floor. Cody stared as she saw the shadow at
the
bottom of the door move, then grow. When she saw blue denim and white
briefs under the door, she knew immediately what was happening.
"The little pervert is out there jerking off!" she exclaimed to
Cassidy.
Cassidy's eyes widened and she turned to look, but Cody stopped her.
"Don't look!"
"What?! You want him to watch?" she said in an amazed tone.
"Fuck no! I want to catch him," she replied.
Cassidy laughed at this, her tits shaking. Billy salivated at the
sight,
and felt himself getting closer to coming. A small bead of precome
formed
on the tip of his cock.
"What do you want to do?" asked Cassidy.
"Listen, you keep his attention. I'll fake going to the bathroom and
sneak
around the side of the room, then open the door. I'll yank the door
open
and we drag him in!" she replied. She got off the bed and moved
towards
the attached bathroom, then stood in the doorway out of sight of the
main
door. Her giggling could not be heard over the sound of the stereo as
she
motioned for Cassidy to get to work.
'Distract him? I'll show her distraction.', thought her sister. Laying
back on the bed so that her tits were fully exposed, the buxom blonde
unzipped her jeans. Reaching inside, she began to stroke her pussy
through
her panties, while she licked and nibbled at her oversized breasts.
Outside in the hallway, Billy stared in awed fascination. This was
better
than he could have ever imagined! His sister was jerking off just like
he
was! Completely forgetting about Cody, he stared at Cassidy as he
pumped
his cock ever closer to orgasm. Suddenly, as he watched Cassidy writhe
on
the bed, he came, his cock spraying come onto the door.
"You little pervert!" shrieked Cody as she yanked the door open.
Before
Billy could stop her, she had grabbed him by the collar and pulled him
forward. He sprawled into the room, one hand still wrapped around his
throbbing cock, and fell flat on his face. He tried to scramble away,
but
both girls had gone onto the attack, grabbing him and holding him down
on
the floor. They rolled him over onto his back and stared down at him.
His
cock was still jerking as his come shot out into the air.
Billy was so embarrassed he was on the verge of tears. As soon as the
girls told on him, he was a dead man! If his father didn't kill him,
his
mother would, and for sure the two girls would announce it all over
school. His cock began to shrivel.
Cody and Cassidy stared greedily at their brother's dick. While
neither
girl considered themselves easy, neither did they consider themselves
hard, either. They both tended towards fairly long-term and stable
relationships, but they both would fuck their partners at the drop of
a
hat, even on a first date. Neither girl had ever seen or fucked a cock
as
big as the one their brother sported. It looked huge!
"That's it?!" demanded Cody incredulously. "You call that thing a
prick?
That's the smallest dick I've ever seen!"
Cassidy snickered at the lie, and went along with it. "Jesus, Billy,
maybe
we ought to call you Little Billy!"
"Yeah, Little Billy. You know, Dad is going to be awfully disappointed
since there won't be a Billy the Third. That thing is too small to
fuck a
girl with!"
Tears welling in his eyes, Billy scrambled out of the room and ran off
to
his bedroom, pulling his pants up as he ran. Behind him, his sisters
laughed and cleaned up the come he had spurted.
***
Billy's efforts at avoiding his sisters over the next several days
were
obvious to the entire household. Whenever possible, the girls would
glance
at his crotch when they knew he saw them, then laugh or snicker. They
kept
the secret to themselves, enjoying the dread they were putting him
through. Both of their parents noticed that something was going on,
but
didn't have a clue as to what.
It came to a head the following Monday. Wills had driven up to
Syracuse to
fly to San Francisco for a corporate training session and would be
gone
the entire week. After dinner, as Cody and Cassidy left the house to
attend an all night party at a friend's, they yelled out, "Bye,
Squirt,"
and left laughing. Terry watched as her son turned beet red and
whirled
away, then ran up to his room.
She followed him up the stairs, curious, and reached the top landing
in
time to hear his door slam shut. She went down the hall and knocked on
the
door. "Billy?" There was no answer. "Billy, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. Go away," he answered.
"Billy, let me in, hun. What's wrong?" There was no response, so Terry
tried the door knob. It turned and she opened it gingerly and stuck
her
head inside. "Billy, can I come in? Let's talk, honey." She stepped
inside
and closed the door behind her.
Billy was laying on his bed, facing away from the door, trying to hide
his
tears from his mother. He didn't resist when his mother sat on the bed
behind him and pulled him towards her. "Can't I have any privacy?" he
demanded.
"Billy, what's wrong? What did the girls do?" she asked.
"Nothing!" he replied, a little too vehemently.
It took another twenty minutes for Terry to worm the truth out of her
son.
He told her the entire story, red-faced and embarrassed, but Terry did
not
laugh or yell at him. Cody and Cassidy had done enough of that
already.
She knew her daughters were horny little sluts; she had enough
experience
with come stains in her own panties to have easily recognized them in
her
daughters' when she did the wash. She had been a slut herself at that
age,
maybe even more so, but she was going to have to chew them out over
this.
"Honey, could I see, please?" she asked Billy.
"Huh?" he said, confused.
"Please, Billy, take your pants off and let me look at your penis. I
don't
think you're too small, but I need to know whether the girls are just
being mean. I mean, if you are small, maybe it's a medical problem,"
she
answered.
It took another fifteen minutes of cajoling for Terry to convince her
son
to lower his pants and push his briefs down to his knees. He turned
his
face away as he did so, mortally embarrassed at what he knew was a
very
small cock. His face reddened as he heard his mother snicker, and he
reached down to grab his pants. "Mom?!" he cried in anguish.
Terry grabbed Billy and prevented him from pulling up his pants. She
was
laughing at the joke her daughters had pulled on their brother.
Billy's
cock was even larger than his father's magnificent cock, as long as
his
grandfather Bob's and as thick as his grandfather Frank's. She laid a
hand
on it soothingly and began stroking him. "It's fine, Billy, it's fine.
I'm
not laughing at you. You have a large and lovely penis."
Billy Roman's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. He loved the way it
felt
as his mother pumped his cock. It rapidly thickened and lengthened,
overfilling her hand. "Really?" he asked.
"Yes, Billy, really. It's actually one of the largest I have ever
seen."
Billy's erection twitched in Terry's hand, and a small bead of precome
formed on the tip. "It's a beautiful cock." She continued stroking and
pumping his huge erection.
Billy could not believe what was happening. His mother was giving him
a
handjob and telling him he had a nice, big cock. In some ways he
thought
his mom was even better looking than his two gorgeous sisters, or
maybe it
was simply her maturity. An orgasm ripped through him and his come
began
spurting out of his cock. Mortified, he watched as it landed heavily
down
the front of his mother's sweater.
Terry laughed. "I guess everything is fine after all, Billy. There is
absolutely nothing wrong with your cock. It's big and beautiful and as
soon as a few girls find out about it, you are going to have women
running
down the streets throwing their panties at you." She gave him a
playful
tug and grinned down at him. To her surprise, his softness disappeared
almost immediately and his cock stiffened again.
"Oh, Mom, thank you. Thank you. Sorry about the sweater," said her
son.
His hips began bucking upwards softly, fucking his cock through his
mother's hand.
Terry smiled. "That's okay, honey. It's not the first time I've had
come
on me. Your daddy likes this, too."
"Really? Like what?"
Terry looked at her son and thought about what to do next. She had
never
intended to give Billy a handjob but wasn't overly sorry she had. He
had
been very nervous and self-conscious from the teasing his sisters had
given him, and had been in desperate need of a boost in his
self-confidence. The question was, should she let him go any further,
which Billy definitely wanted. A few weeks ago she would have scoffed
at
the very notion, but Wills' and her session with their parents had
changed
her outlook.
"Billy, would you like to learn about women?" she asked, taking her
hand
away from her son's groin.
"Huh? What do you mean, Mom?" he asked with confusion.
"Well, it's just you and me here tonight; the girls and your father
are
all away. If you want, I can teach you about the stuff you learned in
Health class, the real lessons, I mean. Would you like that?"
Billy gave his mother a manic grin and nodded fiercely. "Yeah! Sure!"
"Okay, but we have to be careful." Billy watched as his mother pulled
her
sweater over her head. Underneath it she was wearing a well packed
lacy
white bra. She reached behind her back and undid the clasp. "You have
to
keep this quiet, since we could get into a whole lot of trouble. You
can't
tell your friends or the girls or anybody. Understand?" She peeled off
the
bra and tossed it aside, and Billy stared, his mouth suddenly bone
dry.
His mom's tits looked to be even bigger than Cody's or Cassidy's.
"Understand?" she repeated.
Billy tore his eyes away from his mother's breasts and looked up at
her,
nodding slowly. His eyes moved back down as she climbed off his bed
and
stood at the side. Unzipping her jeans, she pushed them and her
panties
down off her legs in a single fluid motion and stood there to let him
gape. He had never seen a naked women before, not one completely
naked,
not one who was in the same room as him, and not one who wanted to
have
sex with him. His cock throbbed and ached as it pointed at the
ceiling.
Terry broke the spell by moving to the foot of the bed and pulling his
pants and briefs off, then sitting next to him on the bed and helping
her
son take off his shirt. She climbed onto the bed and lay down next to
him,
then took his hands in hers. She pulled them up to her chest and
placed
the palms of his hands on her large and stiff nipples. "Touch me,
Billy,"
she asked.
She took her son through several stages in his appreciation for the
female
body, first the "Not that hard!" stage to the "They aren't going to
break!" stage, finally arriving at the "Oh, yes, just like that!"
stage.
After allowing her son to nurse at her breasts until she came, she
moved
away from him. "That was very nice, honey. You come by it honestly."
"Huh?"
"I breast fed you three kids and you were always a real pig. It took
me
the longest time to wean you!" She grinned as she twisted around on
the
bed and put her face at her son's crotch. "Tell me if you like this,
and
what you want me to do." To Billy's amazement, his mother opened her
mouth
and lowered her face, and began sucking the end of his cock.
Billy failed to provide any instructions, being overwhelmed by the new
sensations flooding his body, but Terry was able to sense perfectly
how
she was doing by the sound of her son's moans. Within a few minutes
his
body began jerking in spasms as he filled her mouth with his sweet and
salty come. She swallowed it completely, then pulled away and sat up.
"Very tasty, hun. Next time, let the lady know when you are about to
come.
Not all women like the taste, or they might want to go deep, or slow
down.
Okay?"
"Sorry, mom," he said contritely.
"It's okay, baby. I like to swallow come. I like to give your daddy
blowjobs, and your come tastes just as good as his does," she replied
with
a smile.
It was the first time Billy had thought of his father, and his eyes
opened
wide. "Jesus, Dad!" he swore quietly. "He's going to kill me!"
Terry smiled and gave Billy's dick a wiggle. "You let me worry about
your
father. There is no way that I am going to be able to teach you how to
be
a world class fuck in one night, so we'll simply have to be discrete
when
we do this again."
"You mean we get to do this all over?!" he asked, not believing his ea
rs.
This was like a wet dream come true! "Oh, wow!"
"Practice, practice, practice, Billy." Terry lay back on the bed and
spread her legs wide, displaying her shaved pussy. Billy stared at her
and
almost missed her next words. "Now, if a girl eats a guy, shouldn't
the
guy eat the girl?"
Chapter 6
Terry Roman greeted her husband with a quick kiss as he came in the
door
Friday night. It was almost seven, and he had been gone since Monday
morning. He tried to pull her closer, to rub against her lewdly, but
she
twisted out of his grasp and laughed. "How was the trip?" she asked.
"Eh, same old, same old. Where's the kids?"
"Billy's off on a camping trip, and the girls are spending the night
over
at Michelle's," she replied.
Wills smiled at having the evening alone with his wife. He hadn't been
laid since Sunday, and he was feeling very horny. He moved back
towards
her and she pushed him away. "Go upstairs and take a shower and
change. We
can have dinner and then see what happens later," she said obliquely.
Wills shrugged and picked his bags up off the floor and took them up
the
stairs. His wife's behavior was somewhat mystifying to him, but became
a
bit clearer once he stepped from the shower. Laid out on their bed was
his
outfit for the evening, a pair of royal blue silk boxers and a
matching
long robe. She had bought them for him once and she liked him to wear
them
for her. He put them on and went back downstairs.
As soon as her husband went up the stairs, Terry crept up after him.
Once
she heard the shower start, she pulled the boxers and robe out from
under
the bed where she had been hiding them, and laid them out. Scampering
back
downstairs, she opened the foyer closet. Inside was her own outfit for
the
evening. She tossed aside the heavy velour robe she had been wearing
and
put it on.
She smiled at the realization that her husband had wanted to fuck her
immediately if not sooner. Unlike Wills, Terry had been getting a
steady
diet of good sex all week long. Billy had screwed his mother all night
long Monday, showing recuperative abilities she had marveled at. What
he
lacked in experience, he made up for with enthusiasm and exuberance.
Neither got much sleep that night as she taught him a wide variety of
positions and techniques. By the next morning, when she finished him
off
with a blowjob, Billy had become an acceptable, if still
inexperienced,
lover.
Tuesday had been rather surprising. She had received a phone call from
Ann
asking her to come over after work. Wills had left something and she
needed to get it. She called the house and left word on the answering
machine that she would be late, then went over. When she got there,
she
let herself in, and Ann greeted her in the living room. She led her
daughter-in-law upstairs and down the hall to her bedroom. Inside,
Bob,
her husband, lounged naked on the bed, snoring lightly. Terry laughed
and
began getting undressed. Ann nudged Bob awake then undressed as well.
She
explained to Terry that Wills had told his mother to make sure that
his
wife was taken care of, so that she wouldn't end up hanging around
singles
bars and street corners. Both Ann and Bob gave Terry a thorough
fucking,
and when she went home a few hours later, she was completely sated.
Wednesday had been a similar exercise, though with her own parents.
Karen
called her that afternoon and bluntly told her that Ann had called and
explained things, and that she would have Frank warmed up and ready by
the
time she got there. Terry arrived at her parents house and went right
in.
She found them in their bedroom, Frank blissfully receiving a slow and
low
key blowjob. Terry stripped and climbed onto the bed, to straddle her
father and sink down onto his cock. Afterwards, while he watched and
rejuvenated, she and Karen got into some 69, and got each other off,
then
Frank fucked her again, this time while she licked Karen's pussy.
Even on Thursday, an evening when she and the kids stayed home, she
managed to get laid. When she got home, it was simply her and Billy,
who
had promptly asked his mother if they could fuck again. She had warned
him
that they would have to be fast, and stop as soon as they heard the
girls
come in, then had taken his hand and pulled him into her bedroom. They
had
stripped off their clothing and she had knelt on her bed, allowing her
son
to fuck her doggy style. That had been so good, that she had sucked
him
back to life, then repositioned herself for a second go around, just
like
before. She promised him that whenever they were alone, if he wanted,
they
could screw.
Now, she prepared for her husband to come downstairs. Dressed, she
went
back into the kitchen and worked on dinner. She turned the burner down
to
a slow simmer as she heard the steps creak and grabbed up a pair of
wineglasses and a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator, then went
into the living room to greet him properly.
"Very nice!" exclaimed Wills as he surveyed his wife. She was wearing
a
rather exotic outfit that would be sure to give some of their
neighbors
instant heart attacks. It consisted of the top of a very naughty baby
doll
set, black and transparent with open underwired cups that lifted her
naked
breasts up and put them on display. It had originally come with a pair
of
crotchless panties, but Terry wasn't wearing them, or any other
panties
for that matter. She was wearing a pair of very long and very sheer
black
thigh top stockings, along with a pair of very sexy ankle strapped
black
'fuck me' stiletto heels. Her hair had been brushed out and she had
touched her makeup up since he had gone upstairs. "Outstanding!"
She pirouetted around, then said, "I just wanted to wish my husband a
happy birthday! How old are you, honey?" she teased.
"Twenty-nine and holding," he said with a smile. It was actually his
fortieth.
"Well, that would mean I had the kids when I was pre-pubescent!" she
replied. "Sit down," directed Terry, handing him the wineglasses. She
twisted out the cork, which gave a pleasing POP, then poured the
champagne. Wills sat down in the center of the couch, expecting Terry
to
join him, but he was surprised when she knelt at his feet instead. She
sipped her wine, then said, "I think it's time for an appetizer."
Terry untied the sash holding the blue silk robe closed and pulled it
open. Wills' cock was making a tent in the sexy boxer shorts, and his
wife
fished it through the opening easily. As he sipped his wine, his wife
gave
him an excellent blowjob, sucking his cockhead as she jacked his
cockshaft, and within minutes he found himself filling her mouth with
his
come. Surprisingly, she did not swallow, but allowed the jism to
remain in
her mouth, even as she pumped him dry. Finally, as he began to soften,
she
leaned back on her ankles and picked up her own wineglass. He stared
at
her hungrily as she drooled his come into her champagne and then
drained
the mixture with a smile. Standing, she covered his nudity slightly
with
the robe, then went into the kitchen.
"Out in a moment, honey!" she called. She prepared a plate for him,
then
picked up a knife and a fork and went back to the living room. Wills
gave
her a confused look as she set the plate and silverware on the coffee
table. "I already ate," she explained. "Tonight is your night." He
smiled
and lay back against the cushions and watched as Terry cut up his
food.
Dinner was to be one of his favorites, medallions of veal in a wine
and
mushroom sauce, broccoli in Hollandaise, and a heavily buttered
crescent
roll. He was surprised when she stopped and opened his robe again. His
cock was still laying limply out the opening of his boxers, but she
ignored it. "You won't need a napkin; I'll lick up any crumbs!" she
explained.
Wills was in heaven as his barely dressed wife served him dinner. She
would hold the plate in her left hand while spearing morsels with the
fork
held in her right and feeding them to him. She managed to get crumbs
on
his chest a number of times, each of which required her to set down
the
plate and tongue his torso until he was clean again. By the time she
left
for the kitchen with the empty plate, his cock was gloriously erect
again,
though she continued to ignore it.
Terry returned with a smaller plate holding a chilled eclair. To feed
him
this treat, she sat on his lap, rubbing up against his stiff cock, and
fed
it to him by hand. This was definitely messier, since she also managed
to
get some of the cream filling on her nipples, and she had to lick this
off
thoroughly as well, along with her fingers. By this time they were
done
with the first bottle of wine, and she took the last dish to the
kitchen
and washed up briefly, then returned with another bottle of champagne.
She
poured another glass for each of them, then announced, "I never had
dessert, and I see just what I want to swallow." Kneeling before her
husband, she took his cock back into her mouth and sucked him dry a
second
time.
Afterwards, Terry crawled onto her husband's lap and cuddled as they
sipped more champagne. She frequently spilled a drop or two onto his
chest
and had to lick it up, 'accidents' that he repeated on her massive
tits.
"This is quite the birthday," he commented.
"Well, I figured that you'd probably be pretty horny when you got
home, so
I got rid of the kids," she answered.
"And were you horny?" he asked innocently.
"Darling, with you around, I'm always horny!" she replied, batting her
eyes.
Wills had to give that one some thought, since it could be taken one
of
two ways; either he made her horny or he failed to satisfy her. He
decided
to put it in a positive light. "So, did you see the folks at all?" he
asked.
"Why, yes I did. I saw yours on Tuesday and mine on Wednesday. We
exchanged recipes."
"Recipes, what kind?"
Terry grabbed her husband's cock and began stroking it. "Cock fucking
and
sucking recipes. In fact, one of the recipes required that I give
myself
an enema this afternoon." She twisted around on the couch and
straddled
his thighs. However, instead of climbing on top and fucking him, she
began
stroking him and giving Wills a handjob. He began licking and sucking
at
her exposed nipples, and she began fingerfucking herself to orgasm.
Finally, after coming, she positioned herself so that her asshole was
above his cock, and lowered herself onto him. They assfucked facing
each
other, Terry shrieking in orgasm, until Wills spewed his jism into her
butt.
***
Cody and Cassidy stared at the detritus of an all night sex marathon
in
their own living room and gaped in astonishment. They had left their
friend Michelle's early, when her mother had announced that Michelle
had
an early morning dentist appointment. Michelle and her mother had
dropped
them off on the way, and the two girls had let themselves in quietly
through the back door. Inside, they were surprised to find empty
dishes
and an empty champagne bottle; in the living room they found another
pair
of bottles and a pair of wineglasses. They also found their parents
asleep
on the floor, their mother dressed only in stockings and heels, their
father stark naked. Both were covered with love marks and dried pussy
juice and come, and the room reeked of sex. "Somebody had fun!"
commented
Cody to her sister.
This was enough for Terry to wake. Opening an eye, she saw her
daughters
standing in the doorway, staring at them, and she smiled. She raised a
finger to her lips in a 'Silence!' gesture and stood up. She moved
quietly
into the dining room with the girls. As the three stared, Wills gave a
sleeping snort and shifted position on the floor. Now lying flat on
his
back, his cock filled and engorged, and morning wood showed
magnificently.
"Yes, we had fun," commented Terry in a whisper. "You two are back way
too
early."
"Then go to bed the next time," replied Cassidy. Like her sister,
neither
girl could take their eyes off their father's glorious erection. It
seemed
far larger than their boyfriend's cocks. "This place looks like orgy
night
at the Playboy Mansion!"
"God, look at that!" exclaimed Cody, staring at her father's crotch.
His
cock throbbed as he slept.
"Interested?" asked Terry lightly.
"What?" they stammered."
Terry smiled. She had been wondering how she would ever tell her
husband
how she had deflowered their son. She wasn't too terribly worried
about
what he would say, not after they had both screwed their parents, but
this
seemed a perfect opportunity. If she could get him and the girls
together,
then it would be child's play to bring Billy in on things. "I asked if
the
two of you liked what you saw?"
Both girls nodded silently, staring at the monstrous member.
"Have any of your boyfriends had a cock as nice as that?" she asked.
Cody was scandalized, but Cassidy shook her head. "No." Cody agreed.
"Well, I have to tell you, it feels great! If you want to join us, you
can."
"You mean you and Daddy...us...sex..," asked a dumbfounded Cody.
Cassidy was of a more curious nature. She had often heard her mother's
moans when her father fucked her, despite the soundproofing, and the
sight
of his cock had her pussy juice flowing like an open tap. She pulled
her
top off and them shimmied out of her jeans. Cody came out of her
reverie
as she realized that Cassidy was going to fuck their father, and she
suddenly realized that she wanted to also. She stripped off her own
shorts
and T-shirt even as Terry helped Cassidy off with her bra. Cassidy was
naked first and crept into the living room. She knelt down next to
Wills,
then threw a leg over his waist and sat down on him, thrusting his
cock
well into her tight little cunt. She sank down onto her father,
orgasming
as his eyes opened.
Wills awoke as a woman began fucking him, but when he opened his eyes,
it
wasn't his wife, but it was one of his daughters. Looking around
frantically, he found his wife helping his second daughter to undress.
The
two of them came over and Terry spoke up while Cassidy bounced atop
his
cock. Cody knelt next to him and began playing with her pussy. "I
guess we
should have gone to bed before opening that third bottle," said Terry.
"I guess. What is..."
Terry smiled and put a finger to his lips. "Shh, don't complain. It's
all
right. I think this is okay, honey. I'll bet that you're a better fuck
than their boyfriends, and I know that you like blondes with big tits
and
tight pussies. Does Cassidy have a tight pussy?"
"Oh, God yes!" gasped her husband as his hips churned involuntarily,
fucking up into his daughter. Cassidy moaned as she orgasmed non-stop.
"I love you, Wills, and I love my daughters, and I want you to fuck
them
just as good as you fuck me." With this, Terry reached behind Cassidy
and
down below her bouncing ass, to cup her husband's balls. As she knew
he
would, Wills groaned and spewed a ration of come into Cassidy's greasy
pussy. She sank down onto his chest and moaned, then moved off and
allowed
a flood of come to flow from her pussy.
"Now, girls,," explained their mother. "Before your father can fuck
Cody,
you'll have to get him up again. I am sure that the two of you know
about
sucking cock, so why don't you suck your daddy back to life, then Cody
can
get on top. Okay?"
The two girls nodded and lowered their faces to begin licking his limp
cock. Terry stripped off her shoes and stockings, to lay on the floor
with
them naked, and began kissing her husband and allowing him to caress
and
fondle her tits and pussy. When the girls announced success at
reviving
their father, she desperately wanted to fuck him herself, but she
allowed
Cody to climb into her place. She moved towards Cassidy and laid her
down
on the carpet on her side.
Cassidy looked confused, especially when her mother twisted around
into a
69 position. Terry put her face between Cassidy's legs and began
licking
her husband's come from her daughter's thighs. Cassidy gasped as she
came
again. Terry lifted a leg, inviting Cassidy closer, and Cassidy stared
at
her mother's shaved cunt, coated with come from the previous night.
Tempted beyond measure, she moved her face closer, smelling the raw
sex,
then delicately extended her tongue and flicked it across Terry's
aroused
clit. Terry cried out in orgasm, then buried her face in Cassidy's
pussy,
and Cassidy did the same. They ate each other until Cody drained her
father's balls into her own pussy, and the foursome collapsed in
exhaustion.
Chapter 7
After a simple breakfast of cereal and juice, everybody went to their
rooms to wash and clean up. Unsurprisingly, naps were part of the
program.
Wills managed to beat his wife into the shower and wash up, and when
she
got out, she found her husband in bed, snoring lightly, naked under
the
sheets. She dried herself thoroughly and crawled in with him, but
before
Terry could rouse him, she fell asleep as well.
They awoke pressed together spoon fashion in the early afternoon, and
Terry hugged her husband's arms around her and snuggled back against
him.
She soon felt his cock rear up and press firmly against her ass, but
she
decided that rather than fuck, they should talk. Rolling over to face
Wills, she explained what had happened with their son, and as she
suspected, Wills did not mind. If anything, his wife's description of
fucking Billy turned him on immensely. Rolling Terry onto her stomach,
he
crawled on top of her and pushed her legs apart. Bucking his hips
forward,
he stuffed his cockhead into his wife's greasy tight cunt, and
whispered
fiercely, "Tell me more!"
Terry moaned and began to push back at the cock pummeling her pussy.
She
told how she had come, how Billy had fucked her over and over, how the
come had been running down her legs, how she had sucked him dry and
still
he came back for more. Wills groaned as his cock throbbed, and he
unloaded
his come into Terry's twat. Sated, he rolled off his wife and hugged
her
to his chest.
Dinner the next evening was as informal as it had been formal the
previous
night; Terry ordered out for pizza. That afternoon, after a second
shower,
she gathered the girls in their bedroom, to talk about what had
happened.
"Mom, does this mean that it's okay for us to screw Daddy?" asked
Cody.
"Isn't that incest?"
Terry nodded agreement. "Yes it is. Do you know why incest is usually
considered a bad thing? Did you talk about that in your health
classes?"
Cassidy answered, "Sure, inbreeding and stuff like that."
"Precisely. But you girls are on the Pill, and so am I , so we can't
get
pregnant."
"Mom, why would it matter about you?" asked Cassidy. "I know you don't
want to get pregnant, but if you and Daddy had another baby, it
wouldn't
be inbreeding, right?"
"No, but who else in the family might it be inbreeding with?" she
replied.
The two girls looked at each other in confusion, then Cody whirled to
face
her mother and stared. "No, not..."
Cassidy caught on and finished the question. ..".Billy!?"
Terry nodded and laughed easily. "That would be inbreeding, wouldn't
it."
"You would fuck Billy?" asked Cody.
"Why not, you fucked your father, right?"
"Would you, or have you?" quizzed her other daughter.
"I have, and it was great! We fucked all night long on Monday, after
you
two took off." She explained to the girls how she had needed to rescue
Billy's ego after they had squashed it. "Listen up, you two, it was
funny,
maybe, but don't pull that again. You really hurt his feelings!"
Cody and Cassidy promised not to, even as they both swore that they
would
never fuck their brother; neither one of them was that hard up, or
ever
would be! Terry simply smiled.
All three women wore similar outfits to dinner, short skirts and tank
tops. None of them wore any underwear, and after dinner they cuddled
up
around Wills and teased and flashed him to distraction. Cody and
Cassidy
eagerly accepted the invitation to sleep with their parents that
night,
and despite the king size bed, it was very crowded.
Terry solved the problem of getting Billy into the swing of things on
Sunday evening, after he had returned from his camping trip. That
night,
when everybody was getting ready for bed, she wrapped a robe around
her
naked form and started off down the hall. Stopping first at the girls
room, she knocked on their door, then stepped inside. "Care to join
your
father tonight?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure, but what about Billy?" asked Cassidy.
"Yeah, won't he know something's up?" asked her sister.
"Probably, but he won't mind," answered their mother smugly. "I'm
going to
sleep in his room tonight." With that she marched down the hall, and
the
girls stared as she knocked on their brother's door. They couldn't
hear
what was said after the door opened up, but they could see everything.
Still standing in the hallway, Terry stripped off her robe, then
marched
inside naked and closed the door behind her. They gaped at each other,
then grabbed their own robes and scurried down the hall to meet their
father.
Much as Terry had told Wills, the two girls would never be able to
keep
from finding out about their brother. He had laughed at her but agreed
as
well. They continued the nightly swap sessions until Wednesday. When
Terry
came home from work that day, they house was strangely silent. When
she
crept up the stairs, she heard loud moans coming from Billy's room.
Peering around the corner, she discovered all three of her children in
a
tangle of arms and legs, screwing their brains out on the bed. She
watched
briefly, enjoying the scene, then crept back downstairs and left the
teens
alone.
That night she slept in her own bed, with her own husband, and made
plans
for the future.
***
It was a Friday night, the last one before Labor Day, the very
beginning
of the long weekend, the last big holiday before the fall started and
school began again. The Romans were celebrating in a most carnal
fashion,
by closing all the draperies and locking all the doors, and then
spreading
comforters and pillows all over the living room carpet.
Earlier in the afternoon, after Terry came home, she had introduced
her
daughters to a new form of personal hygiene, the enema. "Let me show
you
something, you two," she said, pulling them into the master bath and
taking a kit out from under the sink. "I want you guys to help me and
see
what it's like."
Cody was the first to read the label on the box, and her face screwed
up
in horror. "Gross!"
Cassidy agreed, with a loud, "That's disgusting!"
Terry simply laughed and opened the box. "Listen, guys, this isn't for
you, it's for me! I like to be squeaky clean when I get a cock up the
ass,
and your dad appreciates it as well. Besides, you need to know about
this
sort of shit, since if you two ever have kids of your own, you will
probably end up doing this sometime yourself."
"What, you mean...you...us..," stumbled from Cassidy. When her mother
laughed and nodded, she yelled, "Gross!" and shivered, much to Terry's
delight.
Terry showed the girls what was involved, though neither wanted
anything
to do with it, and refused her offer to help them. Then, after dinner,
Wills put a porno tape in the VCR and the five sank to the floor of
the
living room, to begin groping and caressing each other, stripping off
clothing in preparation for the evening. Nobody ever really kept track
of
just who was doing what to whom, but it seemed as if one of the girls
was
always sucking either a cock or a cunt, and somebody was always
fucking.
The girls were amazed when Terry announced that she was as clean as a
whistle up her ass, and that she wanted both men to put a load or two
of
come up there. Billy had looked at his mother in some confusion, never
really having heard of anal sex, but Wills' eyes had lit up, and he
had
promptly taken advantage of the offer. He ran off to the bedroom and
returned with a tube of AstroGlide, which he showed the others how to
apply, then while Terry knelt on the floor, her hips supported by
several
pillows, he knelt behind his wife and gingerly stuffed his cock into
her
rectum. The teens stared in amazement as his cock slid into the greasy
little brown hole, stretching it unbelievably, but what really
surprised
them was how much their mom enjoyed it! She was moaning and crying in
orgasm from the instant her husband's cockhead entered her ass, and
she
was screaming with the pleasure by the time Wills came and pulled out.
Much to the girls disgust, Billy pulled his cock away from them and
lubed
up, to take his father's recent position. Wills made sure that his son
started slowly, but within a couple of strokes, Terry was humping her
ass
backwards at Billy, driving him in hard and fast. Terry's asshole was
incredibly tight and juicy, in some ways even better than his sister's
pussies, and it didn't take long for Billy to launch his own load to
join
his father's in his mother's ass. Later that evening, the two men made
a
Terry sandwich, with Terry straddling Wills, riding his cock, while
her
son fucked her ass from behind and above.
While neither girl joined in, they at least started to think about it.
About nine in the evening, during the first major break for drinks and
snacks, Terry asked the others, "What do you think about staying the
weekend up at Gran and Gramps in Whitney Point? Grandmom and Grandpop
will
be there, too."
"Why?" asked Billy. "It's only twenty minutes away? Why stay the
night? We
can go up for the day, then come home and do something else." The
'something else' he demonstrated by pinching gently Cody's and
Cassidy's
nipples. The two girls moaned pleasantly and nodded in agreement.
"Well, I suppose we could do that," agreed their mother. "Then again,
what
makes you guys think that your grandparents might not be interested in
'something else' as well?"
The triplets stared at their grinning parents as understanding dawned
on
their faces. "You must be shitting me!" said Billy lowly. "Holy fuck!"
he
whispered to himself.
"There's no need to be profane, Billy," chided his mother as she idly
stroked Wills back to life.
Billy ignored the admonition, even as he considered the possibilities.
His
grandmothers?!?! It took him a few minutes to get a grip on the idea,
but
the more he considered it, the more he liked it. Leaving aside the age
difference, both women were healthy, good looking, busty as hell, and
very
attractive. By now he had enough experience to be able to envision
them
without their clothing on, and previous glimpses of the two around the
Roman's swimming pool told him that they were probably in excellent
shape.
Beside him, his sisters contemplated their grandfathers as well. He
looked
over at his parents and nodded agreement.
"Yeah, maybe for a night."
The two girls made a tentative agreement as well, and Terry stood up
and
went to the kitchen. She returned to the living room with a portable
telephone and sat down. Dialing her parent's number, she ended up
talking
to her mother. "Hi, mom...about tomorrow...you and daddy should bring
an
overnight bag with you...that's right, we'll make an evening of
it...me?
I'm going to wear a short skirt and a blouse and some high heeled
sandals...yeah, you should, too, Ann, too...nope, no undies...the kids
are
coming, too...that's what I said...yes, that's what I mean...okay, you
call Ann and tell her, okay? Bye mom, see you tomorrow." She set the
phone
aside and the party resumed.
***
The next morning proved quite amusing to Terry. Billy seemed to take
the
entire idea in perfect stride; tossing a second set of clothing in a
gym
bag, he announced he was ready to go. When she had originally broached
the
idea to her husband, she had been worried that Billy wouldn't want to
fuck
the two older women, both 60 years old. "Give me a break!" replied
Wills.
"He's a teenaged boy. He'd fuck Godzilla if it had a pussy!" Terry
shrugged and accepted his crude but accurate statement.
It was the two girls who dithered around until after lunch, trying on
different clothing and packing a suitcase apiece. When their father
tried
to intervene and force them to decide, they protested, so he yelled
for
Terry to sort things out and went back downstairs.
Terry took one look at her daughters and laughed. "Listen girls, it's
just
a night up at your grandparents. You used to do this all the time over
at
my folks' place!"
"But Mom..," started Cody. It obviously was different!
"But Mom nothing!" Terry dumped the two suitcases out on Cassidy's
bed,
then laid the smaller of the two open. She rooted around through the
clothing briefly, and tossed their toilet kits and makeup bags into
the
suitcase. "One swimsuit," she ordered, and the girls both pulled a
bikini
out of the pile and tossed it in. "One top, one bottom." The girls
threw a
top and pair of shorts into the bag. Terry closed the suitcase to
their
surprise and looked them over. "Get undressed. Take off your undies. A
top
and a skirt." Both girls complied, then slipped into sandals and went
down
to join the men.
The entrance to the Roman household was vastly anticlimactic. It
started
to rain as they drove up I-81 north of Binghamton, and developed into
a
good old-fashioned summer thunderstorm by the time they got to the
house
in Whitney Point. They left the baggage in the car as they scampered
onto
the front porch, but before anybody could knock, Frank Sheridan opened
the
door and greeted them. The girls had half been expecting their
grandfather
to be standing there stark raving naked, with an erection in one hand
and
a bottle of salad oil in the other.
Instead, he looked appallingly normal, dressed in a pair of long and
brightly colored swim jams and an outrageous Hawaiian shirt. Beach
flip-flops were on his feet, and he had a bottle of beer in his hand.
He
threw the door open and bent down to kiss his daughter. "Hi sweetie,
come
on in." He held the door open and let the others in.
"Where's everyone else?" asked his son-in-law.
Frank hooked a thumb over his shoulder. "Upstairs changing. They were
all
out back swimming when the storm hit, so they're all drying off and
dressing. Come on in. You know where the beer and soda are."
A few minutes later Bob Roman joined them, dressed in khakis and a
denim
shirt, barefoot. "The girls are showering," he said, grabbing a beer
of
his own. Ann and Karen came down shortly thereafter. They, too, looked
much like they would have on any normal Saturday afternoon, and Cody
and
Cassidy calmed down completely. Their grandparents asked the triplets
all
the normal questions, about things like the coming school year and
their
sports teams and friends, just as they normally did.
Billy, for his part, was eyeing his two grandmothers closely. They
were
dressed casually but nicely, and looked sexy as hell to the teen.
Grandmom
Ann was dressed in what her daughter-in-law had suggested, a mid-thigh
length denim skirt which buttoned up the front, a short-sleeved blouse
which was tied under her breasts, and high heeled sandals. Gran Karen
was
dressed almost identically, except that her skirt was calf length, but
unbuttoned even higher than Ann's. By the way their tits were
jiggling, it
was apparent that neither woman wore a bra, and they flashed their
bare
pussies at their grandson relentlessly. He grinned and adjusted his
stiff
cock inside his pants and waited for somebody to start things up.
Ironically, it was their parents who got things started. Whether
intentionally or not, Terry had worn a halter-topped sundress with a
worn
strap around the neck. Suddenly, midway through the afternoon, the
strap
had snapped, dropping her top unexpectedly and spilling her massive
tits
into the open. "Oops!" she exclaimed, grabbing the material and
covering
herself, then stood up. She ordered Wills out into the storm to get
her
bag, then left to go upstairs to her mother's sewing room, set up in
what
was a spare bedroom.
When Wills came back inside, he was soaked, and the only people left
were
his son and the two grandmothers. "Where'd everybody go?"
Ann answered, "Your wife went up to the sewing room, and the rest went
out
onto the back porch to watch the storm."
Wills went up the stairs and into the spare bedroom, to find his wife
naked, rummaging through a sewing kit for the right color thread. He
began
taking off his sopping wet clothing, and Terry stopped what she was
doing
to watch. She was grinning by the time her husband was undressed, and
set
her clothing aside to take care of a much more interesting matter. She
reached across and began stroking his engorged cock, and Wills
stretched
out on the bed next to his wife. "What was going on downstairs?" she
asked
as she crawled alongside him and positioned herself so that he could
begin
fingering her pussy.
"I think things have started," said Wills quietly. "They've split up;
my
mom and yours have Billy in the living room, and our fathers have the
girls out on the back porch." He lowered his lips to his wife's tits
and
begin licking her nipples.
Terry shuddered in ecstasy and gasped out, "Did it look like the kids
were
interested?" She continued to yank and stroke his cockshaft, and began
to
thumb the bead of precome that was forming all over his cockhead.
Her husband pulled away from sucking her tits and positioned her on
her
back, spreading her legs and climbing on top. Terry reached down
between
them to spread her cunt lips and insert his cock into her pussy, and
Wills
trapped her hands between them as he answered. "I'm not sure about the
girls, but I don't think they were complaining about the attention
your
father or mine were paying them, and I told you Billy was going to be
easy. He's been staring at our mom's tits and up their skirts since we
got
here."
Wills buried his face in his wife's neck, licking and nibbling at her
neck, and Terry whimpered as she orgasmed, her fingers feverishly
rubbing
her clit and his cock as it sawed in and out of her. She shuddered as
her
husband's back arched as he came, then she wrapped her legs around him
to
trap him in place. She continued to fondle him as he softened, so that
they could fuck another time.
***
Once the two older women were left alone with their grandson, they
became
considerably bolder in their advances to the young man. As Billy
grinned
and watched, both Karen and Ann blatantly unbuttoned their skirts to
the
waist and then spread their legs wide. Billy scooted forward on the
floor,
studying the two pussies at a shorter range, and smiled as they both
loosened their blouses. "Like the view, Billy?" asked Ann, innocently.
"Yeah, it looks fine from here." He had to adjust his stiff cock and
pull
it from a pant leg, and Karen knelt down on the floor next to him.
"Would you like me to help you with that, Billy?" she asked, running a
hand along one leg. Reaching his crotch, she grasped his cock firmly
through the material of his pants and began rubbing it.
"Would you, Gran?" he asked excitedly.
"Sure, honey."
At this, Ann came forward from where she was displaying herself and
knelt
by her grandson as well. As Karen began to unbutton and unzip Billy's
pants, she removed her own clothing, though she left on the
high-heeled
sandals. Once she was naked, she took Billy's hands and placed them on
her
large and soft breasts. "I like that Billy," she moaned as he began
rubbing and pinching her oversized nipples. She began undoing his
shirt,
pulling away from his fingers long enough to strip him bare, then
moved
closer to let him continue fondling her.
Karen began a slow and gentle handjob of the teen as Ann undressed him
and
herself. Then, wanting to take things a step further, she lowered her
face
and opened her mouth. Billy's cock slipped between her lips, and he
moaned
in contentment as his grandmother began to gently suck his cockhead.
She
undid the remaining buttons on her clothing and stripped it off,
leaving
her only in high heeled sandals a well. By then, Billy had twisted
around
enough to be able to lick Ann's smoothly shaved pussy, and she was
moaning
loudly by the time Karen coaxed Billy's first come of the day from his
cock. She drained him as he made Ann come, then he lay flat on his
back as
the two women snuggled against him on either side.
Both Ann and Karen were pleasantly surprised by the speed with which
the
teenager rejuvenated. Both women were positively cooing as they
stroked
the young man back to life, and Ann announced that she needed a good
fuck.
Billy grinned and tucked a throw pillow under his head, then helped
her
position herself astraddle his waist. Ann impaled herself on his cock,
then smiled. "Sit on his face!" she ordered Karen, and Billy found
himself
staring up as the other woman lifted a leg and twisted around. Gran
Karen
tasted somewhat different than his mom and sisters; not bad, but
different. He heroically tried to slurp down her freely flowing pussy
juice, licking her clit vigorously, as Grandmom Ann rode him through
several orgasms until he groaned and spewed a load of jism upwards
into
her cunt.
***
Bob and Frank escorted the two teenaged girls out through the kitchen
to
the back door and onto the enclosed back porch. A damp breeze blew
through
the large space, split into halves by the locations of the back door
and
the screen door into the yard. Frank went to the left, followed by
Cody,
but Bob turned right, taking Cassidy along with him. Neither one
wanted to
be too blatant with the kids. If the girls weren't interested, that
was
okay with them. It seemed obvious to everybody that Billy was VERY
interested in screwing his grandmothers.
The storm was really starting to get underway, with lightning and
thunder
crashing down into the valley and across the ridges opposite the back
yard. Frank settled down into a sturdy wicker armchair and patted his
knee, inviting his granddaughter to sit on his lap. He was mystified
by
her reaction. "Is that safe, Gramps?" she asked, a look of concern on
her
face.
"I think so, honey." He tugged and pushed at the arms of the chair. "I
don't think the chair is going to collapse."
Cody came closer. "Not the chair, Gramps, you. Is it safe? I thought
we
couldn't sit on your lap anymore?"
"What?!"
"Your legs!"
Frank stared at the girl briefly. "Honey, what in the world are you
talking about?"
Cody said, "Mom told Cassidy and me that we couldn't sit on your lap
like
we used to because your legs were getting bad." She looked as confused
as
he did.
"When did she say that!?" he asked in exasperation.
"Oh, awhile ago, like several years."
Frank knitted his eyebrows as he pondered what the teen was saying,
then
he grinned and patted his legs. "I understand. Listen, there is
nothing
wrong with my legs. Your grandmother sits on my lap all the time. Come
here. Sit." He held out a hand and helped Cody onto his lap, sitting
sideways. She tried to sit gingerly, but he wrapped his arms around
her
waist and positioned her comfortably, causing her short denim skirt to
pull up alarmingly.
"See, nothing wrong with my lap. When I became a granddad, I was
issued
this special all-purpose lap. It's specially designed to hold
grandkids."
Cody giggled at this and snuggled against her grandfather's broad
chest.
"I'm guessing you were told this about three years ago, maybe a bit
more?"
She looked up at him and said, "Yeah, I think so. Why?"
Frank gave her a rueful smile. "Listen, do you remember how you and
your
sister always used to climb up on my lap and squirm all around trying
to
get comfortable? And how you would bounce around on my lap?" Cody
nodded
in remembrance. "Well, it was just after the two of you started to
grow
up, young ladies and not little girls any more. You were developing
and
fast, too, and you'd be all wiggly and jiggly and all. The two of you
used
to get me going something fierce, and finally I popped my cork."
It took Cody a second to understand, and her eyes widened. "Gramps,
you
mean, you...you came in your pants while Cassidy and I were on your
lap!"
Frank shrugged in embarrassment and nodded his head. "You two were
just
too pretty and too sexy for an old guy like me. I mentioned it to your
grandmother and she must have said something to your mom, because you
girls stopped sitting on my lap after that." Frank grinned slyly at
his
granddaughter. "Like I said, your grandmother sits on my lap all the
time,
and usually ends up bouncing on my lap, and it hasn't broken yet."
"Would you like me and Cassidy to sit on your lap again, Gramps?" she
asked seductively. She was awestruck at how her grandfather was turned
on
even then by her and her sister. She wriggled her butt, an action that
also caused her tits to jiggle under her tank top.
Frank stared down at his granddaughter. Cody's tits, almost as big as
her
mother's, were practically spilling out of the undersized top, and her
skirt had bunched up at the top of her thighs, to the point where a
hint
of golden hair was just barely visible. His voice was thick as he
answered, "Every man wants to have a beautiful young woman on his
lap."
Cody wriggled some more, feeling her grandfather's cock pressed
stiffly
against her. Reaching down, she traced him through the thin material
of
his swim trunks. "You like having me on your lap?"
Frank's answer was a simple one. Pulling his daughter closer, he
lowered
his face to hers and kissed her, full and hard on the lips, and Cody
responded in kind, her tongue darting out to probe her grandfather's
mouth. She began fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, even as he
pulled
the straps of her top aside and pushed it down around her waist. By
the
time she had pushed his trunks lower, so that she could grasp and
fondle
his cock, he had her skirt around her waist as well, and they both got
into some very heavy petting. Cody gasped and panted as Frank took her
through orgasm after orgasm, barely able to do more than stroke his
cockhead lightly, then it was time. As Frank lifted her by the waist
and
turned her to face him, Cody straddled his lap and moved forward.
Reaching
between them, she spread her pussy lips wide and lowered herself onto
him.
They fucked slowly and languorously, enjoying each stroke to the
fullest,
before Frank blasted his come up into his granddaughter's cunt.
***
Cassidy stood close to the window screen surrounding the porch, her
grandfather close to her back, his hands resting lightly on her bare
shoulders. She wore nothing more than a wrap-around denim skirt and a
thin
peasant blouse that buttoned up the front but which had an open
neckline
that bared her shoulders. Gusts of wind blew rain in through the
screen,
wetting her and gluing the blouse to her breasts. She had a ghostly
smile
as the violence of the storm raged, feeling warmly protected by Bob
Roman
as she leaned back against him.
Bob looked down at his granddaughter, seeing her breasts outlined and
highlighted by the thin wet cotton. His cock stirred and expanded,
pressing against Cassidy's rear, and he remembered a similar moment
years
past. "God, but you remind me so much of your grandmother, back
when..."
The teen looked back over her shoulder with love and lust in her eyes,
and
asked quietly, "When, grandpop?"
"The first time I took her," he said huskily. Stepping away from the
screen, he pulled the girl back and turned her to face him. "The first
time I had her, and took her, and used her, and made her mine!" he
said
hoarsely.
Cassidy gasped at the power of the emotion he showed, and whispered,
"How?"
Her grandfather remembered back to the day almost four decades ago and
smiled wickedly. "It was a day a lot like today, the summer, the
afternoon, a thundering downpour. It was after we were engaged, but
before
we got married, a few weeks before. I was taking her home, and we got
caught out in the storm. It was just the two of us, and your grandmom
forgot her key, so we had to go in through the cellar entrance, and we
were absolutely soaked. Well, she had been saying 'No' all along, we
were
going to wait for the wedding, but I saw her standing there in that
outfit
and I couldn't wait." Bob moved closer to Cassidy, who instinctively
stepped backwards.
When Cassidy was against the wall she could go no further, yet her
grandfather came closer, towering over her. He touched her arms and
shoulders softly, sending shivers of excitement through the teen. "She
looked like you, with her blouse plastered to her and her hair combed
straight back, and she looked so damn good." Bob was pressed against
Cassidy on the back wall of the house, out of sight of anyone else.
Cassidy shivered at his touch. "What did you do?" she asked in a
breathy
whisper.
"I began touching her, like this," he whispered back, and began
running
his fingers lightly across her arms and shoulders, and around to her
back,
and across her front. Especially her front, teasing and caressing
Cassidy's large breasts, extra sensitive from the cool rain and aching
for
his touch.
Cassidy whimpered, her eyes closing. "And then?" she gasped quietly.
"Well, she was a good girl, so she told me to stop..."
"Stop, please..," whispered Cassidy, falling into the act easily. She
had
never been so excited and aroused in her life.
"I couldn't stop. I had to have her. I took her arms and pushed them
behind her and held them there with one hand." As he told the teen
this,
he repeated the motions, and Cassidy found herself held helpless,
backed
against the house, her tits thrust out against the wet fabric by her
position. Bob took his free hand and became much more adventurous with
it,
pinching and fondling her tits freely, and Cassidy whimpered with her
need. "I didn't stop. I started kissing her, and rubbing her, and
playing
with her, and I unbuttoned her blouse."
With these words Bob leaned down and began kissing his granddaughter,
and
Cassidy responded passionately. His free hand was all over her aroused
tits, pinching her nipples. She barely noticed that he had managed to
unbutton both his shirt and hers, then he pulled back slightly. She
choked
back a cry of frustration.
"Then I took my shirt off with one hand. I had to swap arms holding
her in
place to do it, then did the same with her. She was struggling a bit,
but
I could tell she wanted me to continue."
"What was she doing?" asked Cassidy.
"She was moaning and rubbing herself all over me, even while she was
begging me to stop."
Cassidy moaned slightly and pushed her body against the older man. "No
more, no more, please!" she whispered.
"Then I reached down and undid her skirt and pushed that out of the
way,
along with her panties, and she was naked." Bob undid the side tie on
the
denim skirt and it fluttered to the floor at their feet. Now Cassidy
was
completely naked, and was writhing with desire against him.
"No, stop, we can't," she whimpered, even as she thrust her bare pussy
against him.
Bob responded as he had forty years prior. Shoving his spare hand
between
his lover's legs he cupped her pussy and began mauling it, even as his
mouth lowered to her lips. Cassidy's screams of orgasm never made it
any
farther than Ann's had years before. She began shaking from the
assault.
Bob Roman took her through a long and extended come before he drew
back
slightly. "I undid my own pants and stepped out of them, and Ann began
crying for me to fuck her, so I did."
Cassidy stared at the cock pointing straight at her with glazed eyes.
"Fuck me, Bob, fuck me!" she begged.
Reaching between them, Bob flexed his knees and guided his cockhead
into
his granddaughter's cunt, spreading her pussy lips with his fingers,
then
straightened his knees. He drove inside the teen in a single massive
thrust, and Cassidy screamed in orgasm as she came yet again. Bob
released
her hands and she wrapped them around him, as he began pounding into
the
girl. Within minutes she had come a second time and Bob began gasping
and
groaning as he filled her pussy with his jism.
"Oh my God!" gasped Cassidy, panting as she collapsed against her
grandfather's heaving chest.
"Yeah, that's what your grandmother said, too," he answered with a
grin.
"You fucked grandmom for the first time standing up in the basement?
You
know, that's not exactly the classiest thing I've ever heard of!"
Cassidy
commented with a laugh.
"No, but it was damned effective," he replied. "Jesus, but she got so
turned on! You've got to remember, this was all in the days when you
just
didn't do this sort of thing. It's not like today! She got so turned
on
that she had me spread out some blankets down there, and we fucked the
rest of the day, until her parents got home. She was insatiable! Hell,
your dad was born eight months after the wedding!" Bob laughed at the
revelation of the family secret.
Cassidy giggled. "Want to throw a blanket down?"
Bob laughed lightly and reached down to pick up his clothing. He took
the
teen by the hand and led her out of the corner and back towards the
other
end of the porch. They could see that both Cody and Frank were
relaxing in
a post-coital repose, their clothing askew. "Actually, Cassidy, I was
thinking about telling Cody that story."
Cassidy laughed and pushed her grandfather into an armchair. Moving to
her
sister, she took her arms and pulled Cody upright. "Time to swap," she
said. She pushed Cody into Bob's laughing arms, then sat down on
Frank's
lap to snuggle and pet.
***
It was almost dinnertime and several people were more than a bit
ravenous
after the afternoon's antics. Cody, Cassidy, and their grandfathers
picked
up their clothing and headed in to the kitchen, where they met Wills
and
Terry coming down the back stairs. Wills had his pants on and his
shirt on
but unbuttoned, but his wife was still naked. Much like their children
and
fathers, they too had enjoyed a second tryst.
Wandering into the living room, they were all astounded to find Billy
still screwing his grandmothers ragged! Both older women had a
bedraggled
look about them, with their hair tousled and their thighs and pussies
liberally coated with pussy juice and come. Billy directed the two
women
into a 69 position, then knelt by Karen's head. Karen was squealing
uncontrollably as Ann ate her pussy madly, but she was able to reach
up
and stick Billy's cock into Ann's gaping twat, then return to slurping
on
her hostess' clit. Ann began squealing, as Billy began pounding his
cock
into her cunt, and her pussy juice pistoned down onto Karen's tongue.
Karen saw her husband staring at her out of the corner of her eye, and
twisted her head slightly. Gasping, she said to him, "Frank, I want a
divorce. I'm marrying Billy!"
Ann looked up at this, eyes glazed, and said, "Like hell! I want to
marry
him!" She moaned as Billy slammed his cock into her, and she buried
her
head in Karen's pussy, and Karen lost interest in the others as well.
"This I got to watch!" announced Cody, and she and Cassidy sat down on
the
couch to watch Billy banging his grandmothers. Terry sat down with
them,
staring in rapt fascination, and the remaining men moved off to the
kitchen shaking their heads in disbelief.
Once in the kitchen, Frank and Bob pulled their pants on, and the
three
grabbed another round of beers from the refrigerator. Wills washed up
and
began to make hamburgers for dinner. "I think we've created a
monster!"
"Damndest thing I've ever seen. Who'd have thought it of little Billy.
He's like a robot!" said a stupefied Frank.
"The Bionic Dildo!" agreed Bob. "You ever seen Karen that turned on
before?" he asked Frank.
"Not really. What about Ann?"
Bob shrugged. "Yeah, but it took a bunch of us. One time, back when we
were into swinging, we went to a swing party on her birthday. Once
there,
I had her get undressed and then I handcuffed her hands behind her
back
and turned her loose. Everybody there, and I guess there were about a
dozen or more people, fucked her at least once."
"Shit. We never got into swinging or swapping. The closest I can
remember
Karen getting like this, I tied her up to the bed one morning, and
stuck a
couple of vibrators in her pussy and asshole. I just left them on most
of
the day. I'd come in every once in a while and move them around, maybe
fuck her some. Drove her nuts." Frank turned to his son-in-law. "What
about you and Terry?" he asked.
"Hey, I've been watching him work his way through Terry and the girls
for
a couple of weeks now. This is the first chance I've had with my wife
since she got him started." Wills smiled, then shrugged his shoulders.
"There was that one time I pulled a stunt sort of like yours, though."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I bought a couple of vibrators, one small, for her asshole, and
another larger, for her pussy, that strapped on her. They had remote
controls, and I had her get dressed in jeans and a halter top and
heels.
We went out to dinner, and every few minutes, I'd zap her with one or
the
other, or even both, of the vibrators. Drove her fucking nuts. I
zapped
her once while the waiter was taking a dessert order, and she damn
near
jumped out of her seat and fucked me in the restaurant!" Frank and Bob
laughed.
"I'm just glad school's starting up again next week. Maybe he can find
some pretty little schoolgirl and talk her into taking her panties
off,"
Wills continued. "For sure, until he does, neither Terry nor the girls
are
going to get any sleep!"
"So, what are the plans for the night?" asked Frank.
His son-in-law simply shrugged, but Bob answered, "More of the same, I
suppose. Even Billy has to take a break now and then. I think. I
hope." He
glanced at Wills, who simply smiled and shrugged.
"Whatever. If nothing else, we turn Ann and Karen and the girls loose
on
him, and we kidnap Terry for the night."
"The three of us?" asked a grinning Frank.
"Yeah, she'll like that," replied Wills. We can wear her out, and the
others can take care of Billy. If he's still stiff in the morning, we
can
simply hit him on the back of the head and knock him out." The other
men
laughed and nodded in agreement. "Now, how about a hand with these
hamburgers..."