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Family Frolic Revisited (Mf, incest, cons, pedo)
anais_ninja@hotmail.com
FRIDAY
Jen was the first to spot her parents in the crowd.
"Mom! Dad!" She and Tommy ran to the gate to meet them. I followed
them through the crowd of vacationers departing the plane, a sea of
tanned skin and bright clothes.
I had spent the last month with my niece and nephew while my sister and
her husband sucked and fucked their way through a tropical resort. Jen
and Tommy introduced me to their kinky family activities. Over the
course of that month Jen and Tommy, who were nominally in my care,
engaged in all sort of acts involving a number of other people: young
and old; male, female, and transsexual.
"Henry!" my sister said, hugging me.
"Cori! You look great," I said, taking her carry-on bag and handing it
to Tommy. She was wearing a short white sundress to show off her great
tan.
"30 days of sun and fun," she said. "Lost count of the number of cocks
I took." An older gentleman walking next to us looked over, wondering
if he had heard correctly.
"Hank, thanks for taking care of the kids," Jack said. He sported a
deep tan as well, but I noticed his hair had streaks of gray, evidence
of his stressful winter.
"My pleasure. Really," I replied as we exchanged a firm handshake.
"I'll bet," Corinne said. "I can't wait to see the video!"
"We missed you guys," Tommy said, a rare display of emotion for the
taciturn boy. Corinne took his hand and he blushed with embarrassment,
looking around to see if anyone his age was watching. His fraternal
twin sister had no such inhibitions, holding her father close as we
walked through the airport concourse. Jen and Tommy were weeks shy
of their twelfth birthday.
After retrieving their luggage we piled into the Range Rover and headed
home, stopping there just long enough for Corinne and Jack to shower and
change. Then we headed out to dinner, a steak house at Jack's request,
as he was tired of seafood. Heather, Jen and Tommy's babysitter and my
"summer fling" joined us. She was due to head off to college in a couple
of months, something we looked forward to and dreaded at the same
time. We'd grown pretty close over the last few weeks, and her tight
teen twat was my favorite place to be.
We returned to the house and Corinne, despite her jetlag, insisted on
watching some of the video we'd shot. Jack was eager to show us the
camcorder footage he'd taken at the resort as well, so we all went
down to the family room in the basement.
Though we'd fucked everywhere else in the house: bedrooms, kitchen,
bathrooms, living room, pool, and jacuzzi, the "family room" in the
basement was the scene of the kinkiest activities. It had been
designed and finished with sex in mind; an upholstered pit with
custom rubber sheets faced a wide-screen video monitor fed by various
recorders and cameras. The walls held racks of various pieces of
bondage gear and shelves full of lubricants and massage oils.
"Don't they make a cute couple, Jack?" Corinne asked as Jen and Tommy
helped Heather undress me. Jack grunted agreement as he slipped off his
slacks and boxers, revealing a hardening cock, nearly as tan as the rest
of his body. Heather and I shared a long, loving kiss before she turned
around so I could undo her bra snaps.
"Jack's cock got sunburned on the first day. I had to rub lotion on
it every hour, right Jack?" Corinne said, laughing. She reached back
to unclasp her bra, letting her lovely c-cup tits free. As one would
expect after a month at a nude swingers' resort, she had no tan lines.
Jack lay back in the pit and Corinne snuggled up against him. I sat
next to my sister and gave her a kiss as Heather slipped her panties
off and lay next to me. Jen and Tommy brought us drinks and passed
around a joint before undressing and warming up the massage oil.
Heather and I watched them as they massaged their parents first,
working out the kinks from the long flight. Heather and I oiled
each other up and then let the kids' eager hands finish while
their parents watched. Corinne's nipples were nearly as hard as
her husband's cock.
"I can't believe you and Cori never did it, Henry," Heather said,
stroking my hardness.
"I would have done it with him, but he was too chicken," Corinne said.
"We weren't even ten years old," I protested.
"Didn't stop me and my sister," Jack said, laughing.
"Nothing could stop you and your sister, Jack. Not even your parents,"
Corinne said, giving her husband's hard cock a playful squeeze.
"When is Aunt Jill going to visit?" Jen asked. Jack's sister lived
up the coast with her family and visited her brother once or twice
a year.
"We should give her a call, let her know we're back," Corinne said.
"Tomorrow. Let's relax a bit first," Jack said, pulling Jen close and
kissing her. She took over stroking her father's erection while her
brother massaged hot oil into Corinne's tanned legs, working his way
up her firm thighs. Tommy leaned down and gently kissed his mother's
sex as she caressed his smooth young back.
I pulled Heather on top of me, kissing her pert little breasts while
she teased my hardness, placing it at the gates of her moist vagina
and rubbing it back and forth over her labia. I caressed her soft
bottom and gently probed her cleft with my finger. I pushed my hips
up a bit and the tip of my cock entered her hot little snatch. She
wiggled her butt and worked my shaft deeper inside her.
I looked over at my sister and nephew. Tommy was curled between his
mother's thighs, licking away at her twat. Corinne was breathing
heavy, letting out a soft cry every so often as she fondled her own
breasts. Next to them, Jen had her father's penis in her mouth and
was sucking him passionately. Jack interrupted his daughter's sucking
for a moment to reposition her so he could play with her hairless
little cunny while she returned to licking his cock and balls.
Heather had worked my whole shaft into her pussy and she brought her
legs around so she could start riding my throbbing cock. She sat
up and began to hump, her little titties bouncing with each thrust.
I reached up and cupped them, lightly pinching her pebbly nipples.
Corinne tugged at her son's shoulder, her way of telling him that she
wanted his young cock inside her. Smiling, his face wet with her
juices, Tommy obeyed his mother, laying on top of her and grabbing her
breasts while she guided his hard 4" cock into her sopping wet snatch.
"Fuck me, baby. Fuck Mommy's pussy," she urged him as he began to
thrust, his smooth young bottom tensing and relaxing with each stroke.
Corinne was already pretty close to climax from her son's tongue and
his hard young dick quickly sent her over the edge. She arched her back
and held her son so tight he could barely move.
Next to them, Jack had his daughter lying on her back, her lithe young
legs hooked over his shoulder, his fat 8" prick poised at her reddened
labia. Jen silently mouthed the words "Fuck me, Daddy" and he smiled
and slowly pushed his hips forward, burying his shaft in his daughter's
tight hole. He cupped her bottom as he slowly withdrew and pushed in
again as she reached down to rub her swollen clitty. She closed her
eyes and smiled as her father fucked her slow and deep.
I returned my attention to Heather, who was also watching Jack, Corinne,
and the kids. I held her bottom as she bounced up and down on my cock,
probing between her cheeks with an oily fingertip. I felt her pussy
squeeze against my cock when I probed her bottom, slipping a fingertip
inside her anus. Her breath became heavy and labored and she began to
ride me faster. Heather leaned over to kiss me on the lips, her silken
hair falling around my head.
"Oh Daddy!" Jen moaned as she began to come. Her tight little twat
spasmed around her father's fat cock. Jack grunted as he came, filling
Jen's young pussy with his seed. She arched her back and ground her
hips against her father's groin, milking the last drops of sperm from
his cock.
"Come for me, baby. Come in Mommy's pussy," Corinne cooed. Tommy's
firm young butt was almost a blur as he pumped his hard young cock
in and out of his mother's cunt. Her thighs began to quiver as her
orgasm took control of her body. She wrapped her arms and legs around
her son's smooth young body as he kept pounding away at her pussy.
"I'm coming Mommy!" Tommy declared, his bottom twitching as he unloaded
his spunk inside the womb that had carried him for nine months. He
relaxed and lay nestled between his mother's breasts as she caressed his
smooth young back. Next to them, Jack and Jen were cuddling. A small
stream of sperm leaked from her cunny and trailed down her thigh.
Having watched this loving family reunion, Heather and I were both close
to coming. Her hips rocked faster above my own, engulfing and releasing
my glistening hardness. I grabbed her bottom and drove my cock deep
inside her, nearly forcing the breath from her. She let out a little
cry and then collapsed on my chest, her pussy clenching around the base
of my penis. Her orgasm continued as I kept pumping her, my hands
cupping her round little ass. Finally, I erupted deep inside her,
filling her spasming cunt with my hot semen. As she milked the last
few drops she looked up at me and smiled. We shared a long, languorous
kiss as I caressed her firm teen body.
Tommy pulled his soft cock out of his mother and got up to put a tape in
the vcr. Jack and Corinne watched with interest as he started the tape
and rejoined the tangle of oily bodies. He cuddled up to his mother and
she hugged him close as he played with her titties.
"It's a wonder you even noticed we were gone," Corinne said, commenting
on the video, footage we shot earlier this month of Jen taking Tommy,
Heather's brother James, and me at the same time. Her young body
convulsed with pleasure as three glistening cocks pistoned in and out
of each orifice.
"That's my little girl," Jack said, holding his daughter close. Jen
smiled at him and reached for his flaccid cock, idly fondling it as
we watched the video. After Jen came, Heather took her place, stuffing
her brother's cock inside her moist pussy, taking me in her mouth, and
spreading her cheeks to allow Tommy to take her tight young ass. She
bucked and thrashed under the three cocks ravishing her mouth, cunt,
and ass. Her orgasm was so intense that Tommy's hard young cock fell
out of her bottom. He stood behind her and jerked his young member,
spurting his semen on her bottom just as James and I filled her mouth
and pussy with our seed. The scene faded out just after Jen finished
cleaning Heather with her tongue.
"I see you've met Prissy and Julia," Corinne said, as the tape cut to
a scene of Prissy, Corinne's transsexual housekeeper, tied to Tommy's
weightlifting bench, her naked bottom exposed and vulnerable. Julia,
her mistress, also a transsexual, directed the action as everyone took
a turn with Prissy's bottom. Even Jen and Heather got into the action
with strap-on dildoes that jutted stiffly from leather harnesses.
"James has a nice package," Corinne said, winking at Heather.
"Who's that girl?" Jack asked, as a dark-haired teen girl pushed her
strap-on deep inside Prissy's submissive bottom.
"That's Sascia, Heather's friend," Corinne replied. "She sat for the
kids once. I don't think you met her."
"Pretty," Jack grunted. Corinne gave her husband a playful slap. Their
marriage was so open that jealousy had been reduced to a private joke
between lovers.
"I don't believe it. Laurel and Everett!" Corinne shrieked as the tape
cut to a shot of Heather's parents by the pool, playing with Jen and
Tommy.
"I really misjudged your parents, Heather," Jack said. "I never thought
of them as the swinging type."
"Hank and James had a lot to do with loosening them up," Heather said.
Heather's brother James was a bisexual college student who liked older
men, a trait he shared with his sister. An avid swimmer with a well-
defined physique, he also dated Sascia; the two of them made a lovely
couple.
"They were an orgy waiting to happen," I added. On the screen, Laurel
was on her knees, trying to fit her husband's and son's cocks in her
mouth at the same time. Tommy knelt behind her, playing with her
pussy while Jen suckled her ample breasts. Heather had her father's
balls in her hands and was giving them gentle and loving attention.
"Let's have them for dinner tomorrow night, Jack," Corinne said. I
smiled at her double entendre. She winked at me.
"Fine with me," Jack said. "Nice unit on your Dad, Heather." On the
screen, Heather had her father's cock fully erect and was licking
the underside of his shaft and smiling at him. Everett closed his
eyes as his daughter took the full length of his hardness in her
mouth, ravishing him with her tongue.
Heather gave my cock a playful squeeze. Her father was the only
competition I had, though he preferred Jen's young pussy or Tommy's
tight ass, given a choice. Not that I blamed him, nor did I blame
Heather for wanting her father's cock. Jack was right; Everett did
have a nice thick prong. And, like Jen, Heather had a special place
for her father's come. Three, in fact.
"Put in one of their tapes, Tommy," Jen said. Tommy got up and
ejected the video, replacing it with one from Jack and Corinne's
vacation. He pressed the play button and returned to his
mother's arms.
The picture was dark and blurry at first before it cleared,
showing a hotel bed covered in wine colored satin sheets. My
sister appeared, accompanied by a younger couple, all three
naked. Jack appeared from behind the camera and joined them
on the bed, his erection bobbing in front of him.
"That's Ron and Betsy, a lovely young couple we met at the resort,"
Corinne explained. On screen, both couples quickly became entangled,
lips seeking lips or genitals to lick and suck. The couples then
swapped partners, Corinne sucking Ron's long member while his wife
sucked Jack. Soon enough, he was buried to the hilt in Betsy's
juicy snatch while my sister impaled herself on Ron's hard cock.
I looked over to see Jen stroking her father's hardness while Tommy
fondled his mother's breasts, her hand busy in his crotch. Heather
shifted next to me, allowing me to reach between her thighs and
play with her dripping pussy. She gently stroked my cock, her
attention fixed on the vacation video.
The scene changed to the interior of a large open hut on the beach.
There was a bar in the center, surrounded by tables and chairs. The
ocean was visible in the distance, a green strip at the end of a
long expanse of blinding white sand.
The camera panned from the bar over to one of the tables, where
Corinne lay naked and spread-eagled, surrounded by a group of
tanned, naked men and their bobbing erections. She reached out
to stroke each in turn, as more men and a few women appeared.
"Mommy? Are they all...?" Jen asked, getting a nod and a smile
in return.
"Your Mommy loves cock," Jack said, patting his daughter's behind,
"and I hope you grow up to be a cumslut like her." Jen smiled at
her father and kept stroking his stiffening cock.
Jack held the camcorder, recording his wife taking a succession of
cocks in her mouth and her pussy. None of the men lasted very long
and soon she was covered in semen, great gobs leaking from her cunt
and thick ropy spurts on her face and breasts. She had serviced
seven men with her mouth and taken five in her pussy when the bartender
appeared with a bottle of seltzer, spraying Corinne and the men around
her.
She knew Jack put him up to it and she chased him, the camera
recording a jumpy run along the beach. While another woman took
her place on the table, Corinne chased Jack back into the bar and
caught him, straddling him and stuffing his cock inside her
dripping snatch, five men's loads pouring out of her and around
his shaft.
Jack kept filming, panning between his wife, climaxing on top of
him, and the other woman who was now being double-fucked in Corinne's
place. The final shot was of Corinne's crotch, soaked with sperm
and seltzer, leaking into Jack's lap.
The scene changed to a small hut, open on one side to the beach.
Corinne must have been shooting this footage as the camera was
focused on Jack, who was sitting on the edge of a small unmade
bed with two young girls, both tanned and naked, no older than ten.
"Pretty girls, Jack," I said.
"Nine and ten years old. Their father pimps them on the beach," Jack
explained. "Watch what they do. It's amazing."
As Corinne filmed, Jack lay back on the bed and the two girls began
licking and sucking his cock and balls. The younger one lay across
Jack's chest, her legs spread on either side of his head, allowing
him to taste her hairless young cunny. Her sister lay between his
legs, bathing his shaft and balls with her tongue. Her long black
hair streamed along her shoulders as her head bobbed between Jack's
thighs.
Before Jack could come, however, the younger sister scooted up into
Jack's lap and quickly inserted his glistening cock into her young
pussy, immediately starting to bounce up and down while her older
sister kept tonguing Jack's goodies. Jack grabbed the girl by the
hips and slowed her down, trying to savor the feeling of her tight
pussy on his throbbing member. That only made the older sister
lick more furiously, triggering Jack's orgasm. The young girl froze
as Jack came, his heavy load filling her completely.
"They do twenty men a day. None lasts longer than two minutes. Best
ten bucks I ever spent," Jack said. Jen and Tommy were fascinated
by the two young girls.
"Can you take us on vacation next time?" Tommy asked.
"They don't allow kids there," his mother replied. "We had to pay
money to find girls for your father."
"Aren't there resorts that allow kids?" Jen asked.
"I'd love to find one," Jack said.
The last scene on the tape was a poolside orgy. The torch light made
it hard to see, but Corinne said that just about every couple at the
resort was there. The picture was dark and blurry and looked like a
jumble of random bodies and unconnected limbs. It looked like an
amateur production of "Caligula". Jack mumbled an apology about the
video quality.
"So, Hank. Here we are," Corinne said, leaning over towards me.
"Here we are, Cori," I replied. There was a look in her eyes I'd
never seen before, almost predatory despite her smile. She reached
over and took my cock from Heather's hand. She touched me lightly,
tentatively, like she had once when we were young. I reached over
and circled a nipple with my fingertip, lightly flicking it as it
stiffened.
Heather stroked my back as my sister and I kissed. We'd kissed before,
but never like this, tongues melting together, gently nibbling each
other's lips. Jack and the kids watched as my sister and I fondled
and stroked each other, exploring our bodies anew. They joined in,
caressing us as we kissed and petted. When Corinne lay back and spread
her legs, it was Jen's hands that guided my cock into her mother's
snatch.
"Fuck me, Hank," Corinne said, looking in my eyes. I kissed her and
began to thrust. Despite two kids, she was surprisingly tight. She
began to rock her hips, slowly at first, then faster, making her
breasts jiggle. I leaned down and took a stiff brown nipple in my
mouth, flicking it with my tongue, making her moan. Tommy did the
same with Corinne's other breast as Jack and Heather began to kiss
and fondle each other. Jen sat next to Tommy, jerking his cock while
he suckled his mother's titty.
"Yeah, Hank. Fuck me. Fuck me good," my sister hissed as I pounded
her pussy. She grabbed my hips and wrapped her legs around my waist,
digging her heels in the small of my back and urging me to pump her
faster. I held her by the hips and thrust harder, looking down to
watch my cock disappear inside my sister's twat.
Next to us, Jack had Heather's legs up over his shoulders and was
preparing to fill her with his thick cock. She gripped his rod
with two hands and slowly guided him into her moist vagina. Jen
was on top of Tommy, her hips swiveling, his hard young dick
churning her cunny. His hands were on her chest, roaming over
her fleshy little nubs, flicking her brown nipples.
Corinne's moans became cries as her climax approached, and her
thighs began to quiver. As I pounded my sister harder, her back
arched and her face and chest growing flushed. She held me tight
as she came, arching her back off the cushions and then relaxing,
releasing me from her embrace. I thrust once or twice more before
I let loose, filling my sister's womb full of my sperm.
"Mmmm...thanks Hank," Corinne cooed. I kissed her again, as her
lover as well as her brother. She clenched her vaginal muscles,
urging the last drops of semen from my cock. I lay on top of her,
nuzzling her neck as she stroked my back.
Heather came soon after, her hips bucking, her pussy milking Jack's
cock. Jen completed the chain reaction, trembling as her orgasm
convulsed her little body. Tommy's hips rose as he buried himself
deep inside his sister, filling her young pussy with his seed.
We were all so tired, Jack and Corinne especially, that we fell asleep
in the cushioned pit, laying intertwined while the video played to the
end.
* * *
I was the last to wake up, seeing Heather's face as I opened my eyes.
"I waited for you before taking a shower. Wake up, I'm hungry," she
said, stroking my morning wood.
I followed her into the bathroom, letting her hold my cock while I
pissed, no easy task. Heather adjusted the temperature of the shower
while I brushed my teeth, and we spent a while soaping each other up.
I'd have taken her right there, but Heather wanted some breakfast
first, so I contented myself with a quick soapy hand job.
"Good morning, lovebirds!" Corinne said as we entered the kitchen.
Prissy was there, too, and when she saw me and Heather, she stopped
washing dishes, dried her hands off, and knelt at our feet.
"Mistress Corinne has instructed me to inquire whether you need
pleasuring before breakfast," she said, her eyes downcast. My
sister gave us a sly smile.
"Well, I need some coffee, but you may give Heather a lick," I
said, sitting down at the table. Heather weakly protested as
Prissy untied the teen's bathrobe, gently kissing her neatly
trimmed bush. Corinne handed me a cup of coffee as I watched
Prissy lick Heather's lovely young snatch.
"Julia took the kids to a water park and Jack had to go to the
bank," Corinne said, sitting down with her own cup of coffee.
"We're having Laurel and Everett over for dinner, along with
Julia and some other friends. You and Heather, too, of course."
"Sure, that would be great. Are Julia's kids coming, too?" I
asked, glancing over at Heather. She was lying on the floor,
squirming, as Prissy ravished her slit.
"Paul and Anita? Of course. It's so nice to watch Tommy and
Jen play with kids their own age," she replied. Paul was
fourteen and Anita had just turned thirteen, and they enjoyed
Tommy and Jen's company. Corinne smiled at Heather, who was
climaxing on the kitchen floor, her thighs quivering and
clamping Prissy's head between them. She relaxed, releasing
Prissy, who went back to washing dishes as Heather recovered
her composure. She sat next to me at the kitchen table,
taking a sip of my coffee. Prissy fetched her a fresh cup.
"Sounds like fun," I said. "Do you need me to pick up anything?"
"I'm going shopping with Prissy as soon as she's done," Corinne
said. "You two enjoy the day." She stood up and patted Prissy
on her ruffled fanny as the maid dried her hands. Prissy knelt
at my sister's feet as Corinne opened her bathrobe. My sister's
submissive shemale maid began to give her the same treatment
Heather had just received. I took Heather by the hand and led
her out to the pool to finish our coffee.
"Didn't you want to watch?" Heather asked.
"I'm sure I'll see that again," I replied. "What do you want to do
today?"
"Let's go shopping," she said, squeezing my hand. "I need a new
dress for tonight."
We finished our coffee on the deck and got dressed, passing the
kitchen just as my sister was coming. Just as we reached the
driveway, Jack pulled up in the Mercedes.
"Hey! Where are you two headed?" he asked.
"Just some shopping," Heather replied.
"Henry, got a minute?" Jack asked.
"Sure," I replied, handing my keys to Heather. She unlocked the
doors and got in while Jack steered me over to his car.
"Here, buy her something pretty," he said, handing me a wad of
cash, all hundreds.
"Whoa, wait. This is a lot of money," I said. There had to be
at least two or three thousand dollars there.
"That's just pocket cash," Jack replied, opening his blazer and
showing me an overstuffed envelope. "Take it. I have a business
proposition to discuss with you later."
I took about half of the cash, handing the rest back to him. We
exchanged a wary look.
"Thanks," I said.
"Plenty more where that came from. With your help, of course," he
replied. With that cryptic note, he went inside.
"What was that all about?" Heather asked as we drove to the mall.
"This," I said, fishing the wad of cash from my pocket and handing
it to her. "I think my brother-in-law is running some sort of
scam."
"There's almost $4,000 here!" she said, counting the bills.
"Yeah, I only took half," I said. Heather gave me a funny look.
"Screw the mall, let's go to town," she said. I almost missed the
exit, but soon we were parking along the local equivalent of
Rodeo Drive, a nearly endless row of expensive boutiques and
designer outlets.
"Is tonight formal?" Heather asked after we had parked.
"I don't know. Let me call Corinne," I said, pulling out my
phone. After eight rings she picked up.
"He-he-hello?". It must have been a bad time. I could hear
bedsprings squeaking in the background.
"Sorry to bother you, sis. Is tonight formal?"
"Se...oooh! Se-se-semi formal. It's summer," she replied,
breathlessly. Jack's grunts were audible as well.
"Okay, thanks," I said. "Semi-formal."
"I thought so. Let's go here first," Heather said, taking my
hand and leading me into an expensive lingerie store. For the
next hour, she modeled a variety of outfits, bustiers and
corsets, camisoles and panties, before selecting a few things.
The saleswoman, a rather severe looking woman with short, blunt-
cut hair, lost her icy composure when I whipped out the wad of
$100 bills. Suddenly, I was her new best friend, and she showed us
the "special collection" of imported French underthings. Once
again, Heather tried on an assortment of items, asking me my
opinion of each one. It was all I could do to keep from taking
her right there.
"Your daughter has a lovely figure," the saleslady remarked
as Heather modeled a white silk basque and panty set.
"Actually, she's not my daughter," I replied. Heather laughed as
the saleswoman turned pale.
"I'm dreadfully sorry," she said. "Forgive me."
"No need to apologize," I replied. Heather was about half my age,
but I couldn't see a family resemblance. Jen and Tommy, on the other
hand, shared some of my sister's and my features.
"This is just like the basque Prissy has," Heather said.
"Excuse me, do you know Prissy and Julia?" the saleslady asked.
"They're friends of my sister Corinne," I replied.
"Oh, you're Henry!" she said. "I'm Monique, Julia's importer.
My husband and I know Cori and Jack from the country club. She's
invited us to dinner tonight. Semi-formal, isn't it? I have just
the thing for that!" She shook my hand before disappearing into the
back of the store, returning with some gossamer lace lingerie for
Heather and a small white silk pouch for me.
"Your sister's dinner parties are wonderful," Monique said. "My
husband Pierre and I always look forward to them." She gave my
cock a playful squeeze through the silk. "And I look forward
to seeing more of you later." She winked at Heather.
"We'll take it all," I said, pulling the cash from my trousers.
We left Monique's boutique a thousand dollars lighter, despite
a deep discount. After stopping at a few places, picking up a
new cocktail dress for Heather and an expensive, trendy suit
for me, we returned home.
We met Jack in the driveway. He had just returned from the liquor
store, and I helped him bring boxes of booze into the kitchen
while Heather brought the clothes into the den. Now that Jack
and Corinne were home, I had moved from their bedroom into the
spare room that Jack used as a home office. It had a fold-out
couch and a bureau with a couple of empty drawers.
Jack started mixing some cocktails as Heather and I stripped and
lay by the pool, trying to catch the last few rays of the
afternoon. Corinne came out and joined us as Jack handed us
drinks.
"I heard you met Monique," she said, shrugging off her robe and
lying next to us. "Her husband Pierre is really sweet."
"Who else is coming?" I asked.
"Well, there's Julia and Prissy, Laurel and Everett, Monique and
Pierre, and Carl and Nadia. I don't think you've met the last
two. They were at the resort with us," my sister replied.
"Kids, too?" Heather asked.
"Paul and Anita are coming, and Monique's daughter, Lise, and Carl
and Nadia have two girls and a boy," Corinne replied.
"That's a lot of people," I said. Fourteen adults and eight children.
"The dining room is big enough," Corinne replied. "So is the
basement." She smiled at me, squeezing my hand just as Jack
sat down next to her, cocktail in hand.
"Prissy's bringing in two more maids to help serve," Corinne said,
rubbing suntan lotion on her husband's tanned cock. Heather put
down her drink and started doing the same to me. I returned the
favor, smearing sunblock over her pert teen breasts.
Just then, Prissy appeared, followed by two teenage boys carrying an
assortment of bags and cases. They stood silently and obediently at
the doorway to the pool while Prissy came over to greet us.
"I came a bit early so I could get my two young charges dressed and
ready for tonight," she said, greeting Corinne and Jack with a kiss.
"You can use our bedroom if you'd like," Corinne said.
"Thank you," Prissy said, ushering the two boys back inside. It was
interesting to see her in the dominant role, even if it was tempered
with a maternal tone.
Heather and I finished applying suntan lotion to each other and lay
together under the hot summer sun. I had finally lost my winter
pallor but still looked pale compared to Corinne and Jack.
Prissy appeared at poolside, dressed in a relatively conservative
maid's uniform, serving us another round of drinks. Corinne
followed her back to the kitchen to help with the preparations
for the dinner party. Though a gourmet caterer was doing most of
the cooking, the good china and silver had to be found, unpacked,
and washed, along with a myriad other little tasks.
Heather and I had just taken a swim and were reapplying our sunblock
when Julia and the kids returned from their trip to the waterpark
and joined us at the pool.
"I wish we didn't have to wear these suits there," Jen said, stripping
off her t-shirt and bikini and diving into the pool. Her brother Tommy
followed her, along with Julia's kids, Paul and Anita. Julia stepped
out of her one piece swimsuit and sat next to Jack, keeping a watchful
eye on the kids as they played in the pool.
"Thanks for taking the kids. Did you have fun?" Jack asked Julia,
handing her the bottle of sun block.
"I had a wonderful time! I didn't think I'd like it," she replied,
applying suntan lotion to her breasts and belly. Julia had been on
female hormones for nearly a decade, never having the final surgery that
would have made her a woman. The diagonal tan lines on her hips
converged at a small but functional penis.
"Tommy! Jen! If you're going to fuck, to it in the shallow end," Jack
shouted. The kids uncoupled and resumed their activities away from
the deep end, Tommy pumping Anita while Jen had her legs wrapped around
Paul's waist and floated on his cock.
"Thanks, Jack," Julia said. "May I?" She gently touched his cock,
tanned and glistening with lotion.
"Be my guest," he replied. She circled his penis with her thumb and
forefinger, lightly stroking it. It began to grow within her gentle
grasp. Julia leaned over and kissed it, opening her full, red lips
and taking Jack's cock in her mouth.
Heather and I stopped watching long enough to exchange a kiss. She
got up from her lounge chair, lay between my legs, and started
giving me the same oral attention Julia was giving Jack. I caressed
her soft cheeks as she bathed my hardening cock with her velvety
tongue.
Prissy came out to the pool and found her mistress between Jack's
legs. Her only concern was Julia's unprotected back, and she
began to slather sunscreen on her back and bottom, lingering
between her mistress's upturned cheeks.
"Julia? Would you like Hank inside you?" Heather asked, pulling
my cock from her mouth and stroking its glistening length.
Julia, her mouth stuffed with Jack's fat penis, responded by
nodding. Heather led me behind her and Prissy began to lubricate
my member with suntan lotion.
"It's got aloe, good for your skin," Prissy said, smiling at me.
I knelt behind Julia and Prissy guided my hard cock between
Julia's cheeks. My glans popped inside Julia's bottom after a bit
of resistance, and I slowly buried my member inside her tight
hole. Prissy stroked Julia's clitty while I began to thrust.
The kids, still busy fucking in the pool, finally noticed what
was going on next to them. They changed positions, Jen and Anita
hanging on to the edge of the pool while Paul and Tommy took
them from behind so they could all watch us.
"I know you've got something in there for me," Heather said as she
reached under Prissy's skirt and petticoats. She fished the cock
out of the maid's frilly panties and began to suck as Prissy lay
back on the lounge chair next to us. Then Heather climbed on top
of the maid, straddling her and guiding her pale, stiff clitty
inside her. As Jack and I double-fucked Julia, Heather began to
ride Prissy, placing the maid's hands on her tanned breasts.
From the pool, I could hear Jen begin to come, squealing as Paul's
cock pounded her little pussy. Anita climaxed soon after, her
spasming hole milking the sperm from Tommy's young rod. I could
tell that Jack was getting close by the way he grunted as his hips
rose to meet Julia's mouth. I reached around and took her clitty
in my hand, stroking it as I pounded her bottom.
"I'm gonna come...I'm gonna come...yessss!" Jack said as he erupted
in Julia's mouth. She nearly choked on his load, spilling a thick
drop as she swallowed the rest. I felt her cock twitch in my hand
and her bottom clench around my penis as she came, filling my hand
with a few clear drops of semen.
Heather was bouncing up and down in Prissy's lap, her cries of
pleasure getting louder with each thrust. The maid had her
hands on Heather's bottom, spreading her cheeks. I pulled my
cock out of Julia's ass and moved behind Heather, placing the
tip of my oily cock at her back door.
"Yes, do me there," she moaned, slowing down long enough for me
to lubricate her bottom with some lotion. I slowly eased my
shaft into her tight anus, feeling Prissy's stiff member inside
Heather's pussy. We held Heather between us as we ravished her
tight holes. She squirmed and cried with pleasure, her pussy
and anus clenching as she came, urging me and Prissy to fill
her with our sperm. Prissy and I obliged, flooding her tight
little holes with spunk.
We relaxed for a moment until Prissy got up and re-arranged her
clothing, returning a few minutes later with drinks for us and the kids.
Julia, Heather, and I took a short swim, washing off the sweat and
remains of our lovemaking while Jack went inside to make some
phone calls.
We spent the rest of the afternoon by the pool with Julia and the
kids before going inside to shower and dress for dinner. Prissy
and Corinne were in the dining room, directing the two boys who
would be serving tonight. Prissy had transformed them from 15-
year-old boys into submissive maids, dressing them in short, frilly
uniforms. Between their slutty attire, makeup, and long pretty hair,
the transformation was remarkable.
After some soapy fun in the shower, Heather and I dressed in our new
clothes. Heather wore a skimpy black cocktail dress that revealed
her long legs and soft shoulders. She adjusted the collar of my
charcoal gray silk suit and we kissed.
* * *
We joined Jack in the living room. He was behind the bar, looking for
a bottle of vermouth, still wearing a silk robe.
"Thanks for that cash, Jack," I said. Heather added her appreciation.
I tried to return the rest, about $2,000 that we didn't manage to
spend.
"Hang on to it for pocket money," Jack said, handing me a martini.
"I can't pay this much money back."
"Don't worry about it," he replied as he left to get dressed. "I've
got a business proposition for you. Consider it an advance."
"What was that all about?" Heather asked.
"My husband had a brainstorm while we were on vacation, but he refuses
to tell me anything about it," Corinne said as she poured herself a
glass of wine. She had changed into a red silk sheath dress and strappy
red heels. "Chances are, it's somewhat shady but not illegal. Well,
maybe not illegal."
"I think I'm an employee, now," I told my sister.
"He calls them 'business partners' these days," she said, chuckling.
Jack was certainly a hustler, but he was a good hustler. My sister's
position as a media buyer for an advertising firm provided their
family with a steady source of income, but Jack hadn't done badly
at all. Whether it was junk bonds or a craps table, Jack usually
came out ahead and didn't feel compelled to "let it ride" and watch
it disappear. Corinne indulged him as long as he didn't risk the
house, the kids' college fund, or get his legs broken.
Seeing the caterer's truck pull into the driveway, my sister excused
herself and left for the kitchen. I poured Heather and myself a second
martini as Jack returned, dressed in a white linen suit that set off
his deep tan.
"Time for another batch?" he asked, pouring the last drops from the
shaker. He stood behind the bar and mixed another batch. For the
first time I noticed his unusual precision in determining the proper
gin:vermouth ratio, using a graduated pyrex flask.
"Three-to-one is the standard recipe book ratio, something that's
a fruity concoction not fit to be called martini. I've seen people
who drink it 15:1 or 20:1, but at that point, it's just gin and an
olive. I've found that 7.5:1 is the perfect ratio." Jack shook
the mixture, not too vigorously, pouring the contents through an
ice strainer. He continued his monologue, comparing California
olives with their Italian counterparts, the proper ice temperature,
and a dozen little geeky details about martini mixing. I'd never
seen my brother-in-law like this, and I barely noticed when he
began talking business.
"So, you see how it's a snap to set up. I just need your help
with the servers. You'll have a nice one-year contract and you
can walk away with equity at the end," Jack concluded. He'd
spent the last fifteen minutes outlining a grandiose plan
involving offshore banking and floating casinos and gambling
over the net. Except this one was possible, practical even.
"Forget the ships. The satellite links are too expensive and
slow," I told him. We discussed his business plan until the
first guests arrived nearly an hour later. Prissy answered the
door and Jack went to find his wife.
"What do you think?" I asked Heather. "Is he crazy or not?"
"It all sounds pretty wild," she replied. "But it's not your
money at risk, right?"
"No, just my time, but I'd be paid pretty well for that."
Prissy ushered Laurel and Everett into the living room and
Heather and I got up to greet her parents. Prissy had changed
into a skimpier uniform and spike heels, a lacy white apron
around her waist. Corinne and Jack returned and joined us
while Prissy served drinks, and Jack entertained Laurel and
Everett with vacation stories.
"Would you like me to bring the children in?" Prissy asked
my sister. Corinne nodded and soon Prissy and Julia reappeared
with Jen, Tommy, Paul, and Anita, freshly showered and dressed
for dinner. The boys wore blazers and slacks while Jen and
Anita favored short floral sundresses that showed off their
lithe young legs. Laurel interrupted Jack's story to coo over
the two boys, looking handsome and healthy from a day at the
water park.
"Where did you find such cute assistants?" Heather asked Prissy as the
two young maids circulated with hors d'oeuvres.
"They're two young punks from our neighborhood. Julia and I caught
them as they were about to vandalize our car. We confronted their
parents and offered them a choice: let the police handle it or let
us do it," Prissy explained. As Rob (or Roberta) passed the couch,
Julia reached under his skimpy uniform and felt between his legs.
"Just making sure your clitty is still tucked between your legs,"
Julia said, sternly. "No erections unless we say so."
"Yes, madam," he replied, eyes downcast. Julia gave him a light
pat on the fanny and sent him on his way.
The doorbell chimed again. Prissy answered it, leading Monique,
Pierre, and their daughter Lise to the living room. Jack and
Corinne made introductions and more drinks and hors d'oeuvres
were served. Pierre's accent was a bit thicker than his wife's,
however their ten-year-old daughter, born in this country, had
nary a trace. Lise, like her mother, was a petite little girl
with dark bangs framing a lovely round face. She had her
father's blue eyes, even if she didn't inherit his height and
wavy blond hair. Handshakes and air kisses were exchanged among
the adults as Lise went over to greet Jen and Tommy.
"Monique, tell us how you met Pierre again," Corinne said. "I
just love hearing that story." Monique demurred with a shy
smile until Laurel and Heather started urging her to tell the
tale.
"Well, it was when I worked for a company in Paris, flying to
New York every three months to meet with the buyers. I was
at the baggage claim, lifting my case of samples from the
carousel. Boom! The hinge splits open and panties and bras
go flying everywhere," Monique explained. She took another
small sip of her drink while the laughter died down.
"Pierre was standing next to me when it happened and he helped
me gather everything together. He even gave me one of his ties
to hold the case closed," she continued.
"It was a nice tie, too. Silk, if I remember, St. Laurent," Pierre
added.
"Yes, a pity to ruin such a nice tie. But I thought that was that
and I'd never see this nice gentleman again," Monique said. "But
then, when I'm standing in the taxi queue, I hear him calling
'Mademoiselle! Mademoiselle! You forgot these!' and waving a tiny
black lace thong. Everyone stared at me as if I had just had sex
with him in the airplane lavatory," Monique said.
"And the look on the face of that taxi driver when you lifted your
skirt to show him that you were indeed wearing panties," Pierre
added after the laughter had subsided. "Priceless." Monique
blushed at that naughty memory.
"He would have crashed the taxi if I hadn't, the way he was trying
to look up my skirt through the rear-view mirror," Monique countered,
laughing. Just then the doorbell rang again and Prissy left to
answer it.
It was Carl and Nadia, a couple my sister had met at the resort. Prissy
ushered them into the living room, along with their three children,
Caitlyn, Elena, and Pitr. Jack handled the introductions while Jen
led the kids over to the corner of the room where she, Tommy, and
Julia's children had been sitting and talking with Lise. Prissy
asked Nadia if she approved of the children having a bit of wine
and she nodded. Prissy relayed Carl and Nadia's drink orders to
one of the young maids and excused herself, heading off to check up
on the caterers.
Carl and Nadia had recently married, and their children were from their
previous marriages. Caitlyn, 11, shared her father's sandy blond hair
and fair skin, while Elena, also eleven, and Pitr, ten, had their
mother's dark hair and Slavic features.
Every so often, I'd glance over at the kids. Despite some conspiratorial
whispering among the girls, especially Jen and Caitlyn, they were on
their best behavior. I wondered if Lise, Caitlyn, Elena, and Pitr were
as involved in their parents' sex lives as Jen and Tommy were. Corinne
was pretty clear about tonight's after-dinner activities when we spoke
but the pool earlier.
"Too bad James and Sascia can't be here," Heather said. They had taken
off to go sailing up the coast for the weekend.
"Dinner is served," Prissy announced. Corinne ushered everyone into the
dining room. A second table was set up on the deck for the kids, and
the dining room's large glass doors were propped open. Jack adjusted
the room lights to augment the dim candle light and we let my sister
arrange the seating. I took my place between Heather and her mother,
across from Carl and Nadia. Jack and Corinne took their places at the
ends of the table as Prissy's maids poured the wine. Finally, Prissy
and Julia joined us as well.
I realized during dinner that Jack had an ulterior motive behind this
gathering. Everett was a banker and Carl was in the travel industry.
Pierre's role wasn't immediately obvious as he was an aerospace
engineer. It wasn't until he began to tell a story that happened
when he was a college student working in a casino on the Riviera that
I realized how he fit in. I looked over at Jack and he smiled and
nodded.
Prissy's two young maid boys poured more wine and cleared the table.
Silent and obedient, even when Jen dared Tommy to reach under their
skirts and goose them while they served dinner, they went about
their business quietly and efficiently.
"Mommy, can we go skinny-dipping in the pool?" Jen asked my sister
as dinner was winding down. "It's still really warm out." The
other children looked at their parents expectantly.
"It's fine with me. Just leave your dress inside. You wouldn't
want the chlorine to ruin it," Corinne replied. More than one
pool party had begun with someone going in fully dressed as a
joke. Nadia, Monique, and Julia gave their permission and similar
warnings, and Jen and Tommy led the kids to their bedrooms to
deposit their nice clothes.
"Let's have our cigars and brandy by the pool," Jack suggested.
Jen was right: it was still pretty hot and humid out, even with
the roof panels over the pool retracted. A gentle breeze began to
kick up and Jack opened the retractable windows to enhance the
cooling effect. The kids trooped out, free of their restrictive
dress clothes, and began splashing and swimming in the pool, burning
off some of the energy they'd been suppressing during dinner.
While we were served snifters of cognac and Cuban cigars, Jack
made his pitch. He'd changed it a bit, taking a few of the
suggestions I had made earlier to heart. Everett had a couple
of pointed questions, but Jack managed to answer them with a
minimum of bullshit. I was impressed.
"Think it over. I just wanted to put it out there," Jack
concluded. Pierre puffed thoughtfully on his cigar while
Carl watched his daughter take her turn on the diving board.
Julia decided that she wanted to take a dip, and she had Prissy
help her out of her blue crepe dress, handing her underwear,
stockings, and shoes to her submissive servant. She sat on the
edge of the pool and dangled her legs underwater before slowly
easing in the water.
"Anything wrong, Carl?" Jack asked. Carl had gotten a fleeting
glimpse of Julia's breasts and penis before she got in the water
and he was trying not to stare. Still, he had an incredulous
expression.
"Well, it's just that I've never seen, I mean, other than on a
video," Carl said, nearly choking on his words.
"Julia and Prissy are old friends of our family," Jack explained.
"Prissy, too, huh," Carl said. When Prissy returned in her bra
and panties to join Julia in the pool, he couldn't resist peeking.
Prissy hadn't been on hormones as long as her mistress, and her
panties bulged noticeably. Carl looked genuinely disappointed
when she turned around to remove her panties before diving into
the pool to join Julia and the kids.
Like their father, Carl's kids were intensely curious about Julia
and Prissy. The two transsexuals were patient and solicitous,
letting the kids gently explore them with their hands, even
between their legs.
"Why don't you take off your clothes and join them?" Jack suggested
to Carl. He punctuated his remark by setting his snifter and cigar
down and taking off his suit, laying it neatly on the back of
his chair. Pierre and Everett soon followed. I drained my
brandy and stripped, too, catching Heather's eye while she talked
with Corinne and Monique. She excused herself and came over so I
could unzip her dress.
"You look amazing tonight," I whispered in her ear, slowly pulling
the zipper down the small of her back. I kissed her on the neck
and held her hips as she shrugged her dress off her shoulders. She
wiggled her bottom against my stiffening member, rubbing my cock
with her pantied cheeks.
"Thank you," she said as I unclasped her bra, letting her lovely young
breasts spill free. As I held her from behind, cupping her tits, we
watched Prissy's two maids helping Corinne and the other women out of
their dresses, holding them steady as they slipped out of their heels.
I kissed Heather again and we joined everyone in the pool.
Carl sat on the edge of the pool, watching his young children
explore Julia's body. Caitlyn and Elena floated between Julia's
thighs, taking turns stroking her clitty, while Pitr played with
Prissy, diving back and forth between her legs.
Lise was just learning to swim, so Pierre held his daughter in the
shallow end as she kicked and paddled, tickling her belly as she
laughed and splashed. Tommy and Paul raced across the deep end,
trying to impress each other's sisters. Corinne, Monique, and
Nadia simply undressed and continued their conversation in the
water while Jack challenged Paul and Tommy.
"How's my little girl, tonight?" Everett asked, swimming over to
Heather and kissing her.
"Fine, Daddy!" she replied, giving his hard cock a couple of playful
strokes underwater. Laurel joined them, her voluptuous breasts
floating before her. She was still fairly trim for a woman with two
college-aged children, but her breasts never really returned to
their original size.
"Join us, Henry!" Heather beckoned, and I swam over. Laurel gave me
a passionate welcoming kiss as her husband and daughter watched, her
lovely breasts pressed against my chest. I felt a hand on my cock and
I wondered who it belonged to. My hands wandered underwater, one on
Laurel's ass and the other on Heather's.
Jack won the race against Tommy and Paul. The prize was Anita and Jack
emerged, water dripping from the tip of his erection, to collect. She
playfully made him chase her around the pool, prompting Tommy to yell
"Hey! No running!" at his father for a change. Finally, Jack cornered
Anita on the diving board and she lay on her back while Jack buried his
head between her legs. The young teen squirmed as he ravished her clit
with his tongue, and her cries of pleasure created a pause in the
conversation.
Laurel guided my hand between her legs, and I parted her labia and felt
a moisture that was too warm and slippery to be pool water. She moaned
softly as I found her nubby clit and began to massage it. Next to us,
Heather had mounted her father, guiding his long, thick cock inside her
tight teen pussy. He held her bottom as she bounced on her pole, aided
by the water's buoyancy.
I submerged myself partially and separated Laurel's legs with my own,
lifting her up and bring her pussy down against my hardness. She
smiled and reached down to guide me inside her, wriggling her hips as
she settled down on my shaft. A hard, fast fuck just isn't possible
in four or five feet of water, so we moved slowly and gently against
each other. I lifted her breasts to my lips, taking time to suckle
Laurel's pebbly nipples one at a time, making her moan even louder.
Her sighs were drowned out by her daughter's. Heather was loudly
coming on her father's pole, urging him to fill her with his spunk.
She'd been horny throughout dinner and her hand rarely strayed from
my pants while we ate.
"I can see why my daughter likes this cock of yours," Laurel whispered.
Her sentence trailed off as she began to climax, her pussy spasming
around my hard cock. Hearing Everett grunt and come inside Heather's
snatch sent me over the edge, and I filled Laurel's pussy with a thick
geyser of sperm. She kissed me and wrapped her legs around my waist,
wriggling her hips as she milked my cock. After my cock softened, we
kissed again and parted and I rejoined Heather. Everett and Laurel
swam over to Tommy and Jen.
"Feel better?" I asked Heather, giving her bottom a playful squeeze.
"Mmmm...I love my Daddy's cum," she said, reaching down underwater
for my cock. "Did you and Mommy have fun?" I nodded as we emerged
from the water and beckoned for one of Prissy's boy maids. He handed
us towels as I instructed him to fetch us some drinks. He curtseyed
politely and walked away to carry out my order as we dried off and
sat down by the pool.
Jack had licked Anita to a loud climax and was now on top of her,
spearing her young snatch repeatedly with his fat cock, and making
the end of the diving board quiver with their energetic thrusts.
From the sound of it, Anita was close to her second orgasm.
Next to them, at the edge of the pool, Paul was still collecting his
second-place prize, a long slow suck from Jen. Tommy knelt behind her,
fingering her tight little twat in preparation for a doggie fuck.
My sister knelt at Pierre's feet, sucking his long, uncircumcised
penis, while his wife Monique and Prissy lay next to them, kissing and
fondling each other.
Caitlyn and Elena were still playing with Julia, taking turns sucking her
while she sat on the edge of the pool. Pitr and Lise sat on either side
of her, each playing with one of her breasts. She closed her eyes and
leaned her head back as four little tongues pleasured her. Laurel and
Everett floated in front of Pitr and Lise, caressing and parting their
young thighs and licking them while they suckled Julia's bosom. Everett
licked Lise's hairless young mound while his wife gobbled Pitr's little
pecker, feeding her desire for boy cock.
Carl and Nadia were busy with Chris (now Chrissie), the younger of
Prissy's two servants. Nadia had his skirts up around his waist as she
sucked on his hard young dick while her husband pounded her from behind.
Roberta brought us our drinks and we dismissed him. He went over to
Prissy and waited patiently while she finished licking Monique's nipples.
Prissy said something to him and he nodded and hiked up his skirt and
pulled down his panties. Prissy buried her face in his crotch as Monique
went down on her, bathing Prissy's shemale clit with her lips and tongue.
The boy maid's knees began to buckle as Prissy ravished his young meat
with her mouth, and he came quickly, releasing hours of pent-up
frustration at Prissy's firm hand. Prissy milked the last drops from his
softening cock and pulled his panties back up.
She said something to him that I couldn't quite make out. He smiled and
thanked her and turned around so she could unzip his skimpy uniform.
The young maid boy shrugged out of his uniform and stripped naked, having
been given permission to join the party, and gleefully dived in the pool.
He surfaced on the deep end, his makeup streaking down his cheeks, happy
to be released from service.
Carl and Nadia had his friend naked as well and kneeling at Nadia's
head while she sucked his stiff young cock. Carl pounded her hard from
behind, making her release Chris's cock from her mouth so she could
cry with pleasure at her husband's thrusting. She kept stroking
Chris's young meat until he erupted, spraying her face with ropy strings
of boy cream. She took him back in her mouth, licking and sucking him
greedily as her husband's orgasm hit and he filled her pussy with his
hot semen. Nadia released Chris from her mouth and gave his bottom a
playful pat as he ran to join his friend in the pool. She and her
husband kissed and then got up to find their drinks.
Jack and Anita had finally finished, Jack having covered her puffy
young breasts with a geyser of sperm. They jumped in the pool
together, washing off the sweat of their lovemaking, and joining
Chris and Robert in the water. Jack started a playful game of
grab-ass. The boys were just a little older than Anita, and she
seemed to enjoy their attention.
On the far side of the deck, Corinne had Pierre between her legs.
His tight butt clenched and released as he thrust in and out
of my sister's twat. Jen and Tommy had just finished, and they
jumped back into the pool and swam to their father, taking turns
diving between his legs until he was hard again. Paul soon joined
them, his hands busy below Jen's waist.
Monique bounced up and down in Prissy's lap, their breasts rubbing
nipple-to-nipple. Julia lay on her back next to the pool as Caitlyn
and Elena took turns riding her clitty. Laurel had Pitr between her
thighs, his firm young bottom twitching as he speared her with his
young cock. Next to them, Lise was sitting in Everett's lap, the
older man's penis buried deep within her young twat. She happily
rubbed her clitty as his glistening pole pistoned in and out of
her puffy labia. He held her tight as she came and rewarded the
young girl with his thick semen, filling her tight young pussy.
She laughed and reached down to keep his cock from slipping out
of her as he kissed her lovingly.
Julia had Elena sitting on her face, ravishing the young girl's
cunny as Caitlyn straddled her hips, gyrating on top of Julia's
stiff little clitty. It was the perfect size for the young girl's
tiny hole. Soon enough, Julia had both girls coming, lashing
Elena's swollen clit with her tongue as she filled Caitlyn with
her thin, clear semen. Elena got off her face and hugged her, and
she and Caitlyn each suckling one of Julia's ample breasts like
infants.
Carl and Nadia sat next to us and I went to fetch another round
of drinks. When I returned, Corinne and Pierre had finished
and were coming inside to get their own refreshments. Monique
and Prissy were swimming together in the pool. I returned to
where Heather was sitting with Carl and Nadia and joined the
conversation. They belonged to a rather interesting place
on the coast, a "naturist family" resort. From the way Nadia
described it, it wasn't much different from what was going on
right here.
Prissy swam over to Robert and Chris and whispered something to
them, and then the three of them left the pool and went inside.
They returned a few minutes later and Jack suggested that we all
go inside to the basement. Prissy had the boys back in frilly
panties and heels and stood behind them as they passed out fresh
towels to everyone getting out of the pool. She led them back
inside, down to the family room.
Heather and I lingered for a minute, sharing a private kiss, before
we followed everyone inside, pausing momentarily at the kitchen to
freshen the ice in our drinks. It had already been a long evening
and there was more to come.
As big as the basement family room was, it still seemed crowded.
The air conditioner was running full blast, keeping the room
cool, and Corinne had laid extra cushions on the floor. Everyone
claimed a bit of space on the cushions as Prissy and her young
maids collected the towels. There was a video running, an orgy
scene from my sister's vacation, and Prissy had warmed up some
massage oil.
Prissy instructed Roberta and Chrissie to begin massaging, and
they eagerly started towards Anita until Prissy sharply commanded
them to start with Jack and Everett, and they meekly complied.
Anita pouted, knowing she'd probably be last to get a soothing
hot oil massage. Prissy winked at her and she brightened up.
They were handsome young boys, despite their sissification, and
she enjoyed their attention. Prissy would make sure she'd get
to enjoy them; Anita and her brother were practically her children,
too.
While Prissy's pantied boys applied oil to every inch of Jack and
Everett, Heather and I claimed some cushion space next to Pierre
and Monique. Their little girl, Lise, delighted Heather, who
played with the youngster, tickling her hairless little slit.
Lise laughed and tried to tickle her, too, her busy little hands
roaming all over Heather's teen body.
Chrissie and Roberta finished with Jack and Everett, having sucked
the two men at Prissy's insistence. Jack and Everett watched as the
two boys turned their attention to Laurel and Corinne. Jack kissed
his wife as Chrissie spread the warm oil on her breasts and belly
and massaged her glistening skin. Everett watched Roberta service
his wife, his hands roaming over the teen boy's back and into his
frilly white panties.
Elena and Pitr couldn't wait for Prissy's boys and were smearing each
other and their parents with oil, their young hands lingering between
their mother's legs. Nadia lay back and let them play with her sex
while she idly stroked her husband's tool. Next to us, Caitlyn had
crawled into Pierre's lap and was gently sucking his uncircumcised
penis while Monique licked her hairless little cunt. Caitlyn made
quiet mewling sounds, muffled by the fat cock in her mouth.
"See what Caitlyn's doing?" Heather asked Lise. The nine-year-old
girl was fascinated by the sight of Caitlyn servicing her father.
"Would you like to suck Henry?" Heather asked. Lise nodded
enthusiastically and crawled between my thighs, smiling at me.
I caressed her pretty face as she took my cock in her little
hands. Heather curled up next to me as she coached Lise. I lay
back and closed my eyes as her warm little mouth closed around the
head of my cock, my arm wrapped around Heather and playing with
her breasts.
"Am I doing it right?" Lise asked.
"Yes, just fine. Keep going," I replied. Lise smiled and lowered
her mouth on my shaft, her soft little tongue bathing the underside
of my shaft. She managed to get about half of my member in her
mouth, and Heather showed her how to stroke the other half and cup
my balls with her hands.
While Heather instructed Lise on the fine points of sucking, Corinne
had Chrissie's hard young prick in her mouth, getting him hard enough
to stuff in her pussy. Julia lay next to her, enjoying her daughter
Anita's oral service. Carl had his step-daughter Elena in his lap,
his hard cock buried in her tight hole, while Pitr licked his mother's
sloppy snatch. Jack and Paul were double-fucking Laurel, Paul at her
head and Jack pumping her from behind. Everett and Roberta were doing
much the same with Prissy, although Everett was in her ass instead,
reaching under her to stroke her stiff clitty while he banged her
bottom.
"Can I put it in me?" Lise asked, watching Caitlyn climb into Pierre's
lap and settle down on his glistening member. Monique helped guide
her husband's cock into the girl's wet snatch, stroking her smooth
young back as she began to move her hips.
"Sure, let me help," Heather replied. She held Lise as the little girl
straddled my hips, adjusting my stiff cock against her puffy labia. Lise
wiggled her hips slightly, slowly working my erection inside her tight
little cunny. I groaned and tried not to shoot my load as I filled her
tight preteen vagina.
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