The following story is a work of FICTION.



Monica Remembers

Chapter XV

Bonoboworld copyright 2010



Monica recalls:

Within a few weeks I was having morning sickness. By the end of four months my boobs
were getting really big and sensitive and I was starting to show through all my clothes. Mommy told daddy that one of the condoms must have broken. Then mommy, play-acting in front of daddy, asked me why I didn’t tell them that my period had stopped. 
I told daddy that I had only had a few very light periods before they stopped; that sometimes they were very spotty, and I thought that when they stopped for a while it was normal because they said in hygiene class that sometimes young girls’ periods stop for a while if they exercise a lot and are under thirteen. Mommy said that it was possible for young girls to lose their periods for a while if they worked out too hard and became dehydrated or slightly anemic. This seemed to satisfy daddy somewhat but he was still upset that I was pregnant.

After a couple of days of pleading and tears from mommy and me, daddy said he would consider letting me keep the baby, but he had to think on it. That’s when he remembered Doctor Peyton’s business card and mentioned her to mommy.  She got very excited and said he should call her immediately and invite her over to ask her advice. Once daddy went into his study to make the call mommy told me, “This is great good fortune, Monica! Your daddy says this doctor enjoys family sex like we do, so she will keep all our secrets and help deliver your baby!”

A few minutes later daddy walked out of his study and told us that the doctor’s schedule was very busy but that she and her kids would be coming over after dinner to visit us the Friday before Halloween. 

Mommy and I decided that it would be fun to make our family video night that night a Halloween party so everyone could wear some sexy costumes. Daddy called Doctor Peyton back and arranged things and mommy began immediately writing lists of things she would need to make our costumes. I was very excited because I knew Doctor Peyton enjoyed incest with her twins and she was sure to persuade daddy to let me keep our baby. I also remembered how hot she was with her twins and how cute she looked up close when she spoke to daddy outside the dessert shop. I knew Dale thought she was hot, too. 

Because my tummy was getting big—“great with child” as mommy said--they took me out of public school so mommy and Vasti could home school me. Mommy told daddy and me that we could screw “bareback” without a condom all we wanted until my eighth month. I hugged daddy close and kissed him on the cheek when she said so. I always came much better when I could feel daddy’s warm cum spurting off inside me and I had not known how much longer I could have sex while I was pregnant. I was surprised I would be allowed to take his big cockalicious until my eighth month.

Mommy started making special outfits for us girls to wear, and before we knew it the special night had arrived. After an early light dinner, mommy, Vasti and I laid out the tableware, food and punch for the party in the family room, put finishing touches on the decorations and then scampered into Vasti’s room to get ready for daddy, Dale and our visitors.



Monica’s dad continues:

While Dale was loading the dishwasher and taking out the trash I set up two cameras in the family room, scattered a couple of remotes and moved in an extra sofa for our guests.
Dale and I got into our costumes. I was dressed as a shirtless satyr with furry brown leg chaps that covered my ass but not my crotch (which was covered with a tied-on leather cod piece to cover my wedding tackle until the party heated up), Danish wooden clogs painted brown at the back to match the fur on my chaps and black at the front to look like real hooves, and some small horns protruding from a thin brown plastic band under my hair near my forehead.

Dale was dressed as a little lusty pirate with an eye patch, a red pointy woolen cap, magic marker chin whiskers, a false mustache, black tights as leggings with a little velcro crotch panel that Hilda had sewn on, and one of my long-sleeved white shirts that hung loose on him like they wore them back in pirate days. Around his waist was a big black leather belt with a silver buckle and sticking through the belt was a little wooden dagger that I’d spray-painted silver and wrapped black tape around one end to make it look like a pommel.
     
A few minutes later our door chime went off and Dale and I went to answer it. When I opened the door there stood the smiling doctor dressed up as one very hot angel. She was holding hands with two fidgety young cowboys who were identical twins. The boys looked to me to be a bit smaller and younger than Dale. 

I had almost forgotten what a tall, luscious, big-busted, pale complexioned redhead she was. She stood about six foot three in her white high heels, probably about five eleven without them. Her skin tone was perfect alabaster and she had just the faintest few freckles about her nose and rosy upper cheeks. She was wearing pale frosted pink lipstick and matching nail polish on her rather short fingernails. Her hands were very pale, elegant and well formed and she wore a silver bracelet with tiny pink heart-shaped diamonds on one wrist. She was wearing a white lab coat over her costume that was split in back to make room for her feathery white wings. They were attached to a thin white rectangular pad that ran down her back to a white belt with a silver clasp at her waist. She was just finishing unbuttoning her lab coat in front to show off her charms. 

Her well-toned legs were ensheathed in very pale pink, fine-meshed fishnet stockings that delicately set off her pale white skin. She wore over them a white mini-skirt with pale pink panties and matching garters snapped to her stockings below her naked white upper thighs. She was wearing a lacy white maternity bra with tabs to pull open triangular strips of velcro-edged fabric concealing her nipples. Her enormous bosoms were a gravitational phenomenon unto themselves. I thought the maternity bra was an odd choice but figured that with super-sized boobs like hers she probably needed the extra support of the thicker shoulder and back straps. Though her breasts were very large and firm, the tips of her bra cups covering her areolas and nipples were also quite prominent and forward projecting, making her breasts appear both full and round yet conical in front.  I’d never been that close to such a perfect pair of jumbo knockers before. I quickly glanced over at Dale and he was staring, open-mouthed, like he was in a trance.

Flustered, I smiled and greeted her, shook her hand, and introduced her to Dale. Obviously enjoying our rapt attention, she grinned back and asked me to please just call her Cheryl. Then she introduced her two young boys, Parker and Lee. She said that the twins had just celebrated their ninth birthdays three weeks ago and asked how old Dale was. Dale replied that he was nearly ten and that his sister Monica was almost thirteen.
 
I guided them into the family room, which was decorated with candlelit jack-o’-lanterns; pumpkin-shaped throw pillows; classic monster movie posters of Frankenstein, The Mummy, and The Werewolf; artificial spider webs hanging in the corners of the ceiling crawling with giant black rubber spiders sporting glowing red eyes, and an animated miniature Dracula in a coffin whose squeaky lid rose up at regular intervals for him to sit upright while a recorded voice said, “I prefer B positive!” On a big folding table between two comfy chairs were big bowls of fruit, veggies & dip and candy, paper plates, cups and a big tureen of punch next to a cooler of ice. On the little side table next to the big comfy chair was a cookie jar filled with multicolored lubricated condoms that looked like little party favors. I put on some soft music and asked them to help themselves to some food and drink. 

While the boys were walking around looking at all the goodies and decorations and choosing their eats I sat down next to the doctor so I could ask her about Monica.

“Doctor Peyton, I wanted to ask your advice about whether I should let Monica go through with this pregnancy.”

“Do you want the long answer or the short answer?” she smiled.

“Well, fairly short since Hilda and the girls are almost dressed.”

“Then professor, from what you’ve told me on the phone about your family’s medical history I don’t think there’s much cause for worry. You both sound very healthy and she’s a very positive, motivated young girl who is eager to be a new mother. I will need to do a gyn-ob exam and take some blood samples to check for Rh factor compatibility and anemia, and check her heart for any possible arrhythmia that could be aggravated during the birth itself. But you mentioned that she had participated in gymnastics for three years so that shouldn’t be a problem. Why don’t you bring her over to my office next Tuesday at 2 PM for her examination? If everything checks out and the blood tests come back alright, then I’ll give you the green light.”

“That sounds fine. Thank you very much, doctor, you’ve been very reassuring.”

“Just don’t make a habit of it too often,” she grinned and got up to replenish her punch.    

I went and knocked on Vasti’s door to let the girls know their guests were here while Dale chatted happily with Parker and Lee about their favorite video games.

Soon the five of us were munching our snacks and sipping punch when I heard Hilda call out, “Yoo-hoo! Alvin, we’re ready!” from down the hall.

I stuck my head out the door into the dimly lit hallway, spied her peeking at me from Vasti’s doorway and motioned for her to bring the girls in. I was just as excited as Dale because we hadn’t seen their costumes yet. They had kept them secret for over a week. As I sat back down on the sofa I knew it would soon be Cheryl’s, Parker’s and Lee’s turns to stare with their mouths open wide.

Hilda stuck her head around the door into the family room and announced, “Good evening Dr. Peyton and boys! I’m Alvin’s wife Hilda, and I’m very pleased to meet you all. Tonight my daughter Monica, our adopted daughter Vasti and myself would be honored to model our new Halloween costumes for you, and we invite you, Dr. Peyton to model your outfit for the boys along with us.”

“Why I’d be happy to—just show me where to go,” replied the doctor.

Hilda motioned her towards the hallway and they both disappeared around the door. The music changed to some of Monica’s up-tempo dance music and, a moment after that, in paraded Hilda. What a tease! None of the boys or I could take our eyes off her.

She sashayed in and began to turn and pose. Her blonde hair was concealed under a wig of black hair styled in a short bob with side locks curled forward to tips to look like a pussy cat’s side whiskers. She was wearing little black velvet cat ears, a short black bow tie around her exposed neck, and a sheer skin-tight, specially tailored black cat suit. She had added white lapels opened wide to expose her splendid up-thrust tits in a lacy white bustier. Her very large and erect nipples were dyed deep red with food coloring and, I soon found out, were cinnamon red-hot candy flavored. She had cut the cat suit so that the “garters” of the suit holding up the stockings in front and back were thin strips of the suit fabric itself that extended to form the stockings so that she needed no garter snaps. Most of her firm round ass was concealed under the sheer black material to allow for the black felt-covered wire tail curving up and out from her tailbone, but her large luxuriant honey blonde muff and golden tanned muscular upper thighs were perfectly revealed. 

She danced a dirty dance to the music, crouching and waving her sexy ass and hairy blonde thatched, pink-lipped pussy at us to our cheers. Then she meowed, got on her hands and knees and crawled like a cat over to Dale the pirate, purring and rubbing her cheeks and boobs against his legs, before crawling over and jumping onto my lap to purr against my cheek, rub her boobs all over my chest hair and lick my ear.

The music changed to ‘80s pop rock and that was Vasti’s cue to enter. She was dressed as an exquisitely perverted Hindu Catholic schoolgirl wearing ruby red lipstick. She sported an indigo blue plastic hair-band that pulled back her ass-length dark hair behind her ears with bangs in front, and wore an open, short-waisted dark blue sweater over a soft white button-down collared shirt with her initials monogrammed on both lapels. At her throat was a pearl necklace offsetting her delicate dusky brown skin. Only the very top and bottom buttons of her shirt were buttoned so that the middle of the white shirt was open wide and safety-pinned at the sides to her blue sweater. This formed the shirt into a white diamond shape around her outthrust boobs showcased in a see-through peach brassiere. The short-waisted sweater was tailored the same length as the pulled up and opened shirt to expose her taut dark-skinned midriff. Her dark blue plaid micro-mini-skirt exhibited half her dusky muscular little ass and her wildly exuberant black pubic thatch. Hilda had apparently teased her bush out for the occasion because it looked like she had a little black Persian kitten nestling against her crotch. Knee-high white socks with folded-down tops and black leather penny loafers completed her outfit.

The music she’d selected was loud thumping dance music and she now showed us her prowess, starting with the twist and moving through the mash potato, the swim, the shimmy, the boogaloo, the strut and the macarena in short order—wriggling and winking that dark pussy pelt at us with every twitch of her micro-mini and shake of her hips. She danced over to Dale as the music faded, sat down next to him and lifted him into her lap using her slender delicate fingers to gently brush his hair out of his eyes, hug him and tenderly kiss him on the lips. 

The next song that came on was more romantic and New Agey sounding. Cheryl the tall angel strutted in, this time without her lab coat or panties, revealing her red haired, heart-shaped pussy-do and a trace of silvery glitter sprinkled on her porcelain white neck, torso, back and upper thighs. The combination of her glittering pale white skin, white wings, white micro-mini, white bra and high heels made her look like a heavenly being, alright. But her red hair and flaming red bush and the pale pink touches of her fishnet stockings, matching garters, frosted lipstick and fingernails reminded us that she was a very sexual woman as well. 

She began to slowly stretch and pose to the suitably ethereal music, doing what I guessed were her own modified yoga stretches designed to show off her Amazonian feminine pulchritude. Her breasts were magnificent. There was no other word for it. When she bent over to grasp her ankles to show off her long legs, big curvaceous white derrière and red pube-framed, frilly pale pink pussy lips, her stupendous boobs hung down in their maternity bra and looked even larger—like perfectly smooth white cantaloupes. I don’t know about anyone else present but my mouth was watering and all I could think was, “Momma!”

As she stood upright once more in her high heels with her legs spread apart she cradled and pushed her jugs together to accentuate her impressive cleavage and turned her torso slowly from right to left to display herself. She was the sexiest angel I’d ever seen and she was clearly turned on by showing herself to my family like this. When she finished her turn she kept her hands in place and used them to slowly peel open the triangular velcro strips on the front of her brassiere to expose her fully engorged nipples. God, they were bigger than Hilda’s, at least two inches long and fat as my thumb tips. They were the exact same very delicate shade of pink as her frilly pussy lips. Her areolas were slightly pinker, even fatter and projected a good half-inch from each breast. No wonder her brassiere looked so conical at the apex of those big cups. I quickly glanced over, and Hilda, Dale and Vasti were staring open mouthed at those gorgeous tits the same as I’d been. Parker and Lee were used to their mom so they were more interested in Hilda and Vasti. But Vasti had stopped kissing Dale just to watch Cheryl and there was obvious sexual hunger in her eyes. 

Just as I returned to ogling Cheryl she quickly undid the clasps at the front of her bra and her prodigious mammaries swung free, wobbling a bit, but outthrust and proud. I was surprised that a young mother who’d birthed and nursed two sons could still have such firm jumbo bosoms. I was about to find out why. 

Cheryl looked from face to face and asked everyone, “Who wants a drink?”
  
Parker and Lee shouted in unison, “We do, mommy, we do!!” 

From three feet away she thrust her tits forward, quickly squeezed her nipples at the areolas and two big sprays of milk flew out of her milk ducts into their mouths and all over their faces. The boys swallowed, giggled and licked their lips. 

“Yum, mommy, that was good!”

“Who else want’s some?” Cheryl asked.

Dale chirped, “I do! I do!”

Cheryl moved a little closer, so she wouldn’t get as much on his costume and squirted first one and then the other tit all over his tongue, lips, chin and neck. Smiling happily, he swallowed and licked his lips.

“Mmm, I like it! It tastes a little like peaches and milk,” decided Dale.

“That’s because its mommy’s milk,” observed Lee.

Vasti then asked in a soft shy voice, “Please Dr. Peyton, may I taste some of your milk?

“Certainly young lady, all Catholic school girls need to drink their milk,” she replied, “but your outfit is so pretty I think you better taste it directly from the source so we don’t spill any on your nice clothes.”

Cheryl strutted over to Vasti, her wings, bosoms and buttcheeks bouncing in time, and presented an enormous turgid nipple to Vasti’s ruby red lips. Vasti gently licked the nipple in an upwards spiral motion with the wet tip of her tongue before going down on it like a little penis and sucking forcefully, turning and bobbing her head up and down its length as she sucked to stimulate all of it. 

“Suck it, baby girl, that’s it. Suck it. Suck mommy’s precious sweet titty milk out of that big hard nipple. Yesss, that’s right…right into your sweet little lips and mouth. Mmmm, that’s gooood. Swirl it with your tongue and suck…ummm, uhh, yeahhh! …Ohnngh! That’s a good baby…drink all that yummy fresh milk… It makes mommy feel so good to…to feed you from her teats! She’s really got my letdown reflex going…here little lamb,” she said and gently took Vasti’s hands to place them on her boobs so she could caress the firm lactating mams she was suckling.

Vasti closed her eyes, fondled and squeezed those gigantic creamers, and took several strong pulls and swallows from the first nipple before moving to the second. Dale was pressed against Vasti, gently kissing her neck and rubbing her boobs and exposed furry vulva as she sucked and drank Cheryl’s delicious milk. Hilda’s pussy was soaking wet and she motioned over Parker and Lee and placed their hands on her boobs, encouraging them to squeeze and suck them while she put her arm around my waist and we all watched Cheryl nurse Vasti. 

The instant the twins’ tongues licked Hilda’s teats they were surprised.

“Mmm,” Parker exclaimed, “her nippies taste like red-hots!”

“Yeah! Cinnamon red-hots!” added Lee.

I glanced towards the door to the hallway and saw Monica peeking into the room, probably wondering what was taking so long. I held up my finger at her to indicate that I wanted her to wait a minute before coming in.

When Vasti finished sucking Cheryl’s other nipple she smiled up at her and said, “Doctor, that was the best, most heavenly milk shake I have ever had—and to think, it came from an angel!”

The doctor kissed Vasti on the lips and said, “You can call this angel, Cheryl, you cute little milk slut.”

We all laughed out loud at that and clapped at Cheryl’s performance as she took a bow. She took a seat on the extra sofa and called her twins over. She grinned back at us, ran her fingers through their hair and gently pulled their heads to her beautiful bosoms to let them have a drink just as natural as you please while we waited for Monica. I saw her peek at me again and motioned for her to come on in.

Monica put on some of her and Dale’s favorite children’s music that they loved to sing along with when they were little and when she skipped into the room her “costume” was equally simple yet lovely. She wore only a pair of black, thigh-high leg warmers that perfectly offset her natural all over peaches and cream complexion. Her beautiful copper auburn hair was done up in two medium length loose pigtails, and she held a little teddy bear clutched in one hand next to her petite pregnant belly and ripening breasts that, combined with her perfect youthful skin tone, made her literally glow with life. 

Her hazel green eyes sparkled as she bowed and began to dance a silly kid dance, holding her little bear’s paws like it was her dancing partner. She was singing along with the music and making up all her moves as she went along like she and Dale sometimes still did together. Dale giggled and clapped his hands and started singing along with her, as did Parker, Lee and Hilda, who all seemed to know the words.  Monica’s brilliant smile, rosy cheeks and enthusiasm were very infectious and we were all enjoying her youthful performance. She was five months pregnant now. Her belly and trunk were thickening up and her breasts had really filled out, with the nipples becoming a darker shade of pink than before. I noticed that she had trimmed her little auburn muff into a heart shape similar to Cheryl’s and I guessed she must have been inspired by it when she and Dale spied on the doctor and her sons in the hot tub during our vacation.



Vasti takes up the story:

When Monica’s sing-along and dance finished we all clapped and cheered and Monica ran into the arms of her daddy and smooched him on the lips. Then she hugged and kissed Hilda and walked over to Dr. Peyton seated on the sofa with her sons.

“Dr. Peyton?”

“Call me Cheryl, honey,” she grinned.

“Yes, ma’am. I peeked and saw when Vasti got to taste some of your milk. May I have some, too, please?” asked Monica.

“Of course, sweetie! Here let me help you,” she replied and pulled the pregnant child onto her lap, cradled her head against her wonderful creamy white breasts and gently caressed her face as Monica lifted her chin and soft full lips to one large nipple and began quietly suckling and slurping. They were so incredibly beautiful and natural together that everyone was watching them.

I looked over at the professor’s very large tent pole inside the leather codpiece of his costume as he stared at little nude pregnant Monica enjoying Cheryl’s tasty milkers and I just couldn’t resist. I moved on my hands and knees on the carpet over between his legs and, resting my hands on his furry satyr thighs, I gently untied the codpiece to free his lovely manhood. I leant in and began licking his big balls at the base of his beautiful thick cock and then tonguing up the side of it to the head. Soon I was swallowing him deeply and pulling on him with strong suckings, occasionally catching glimpses of the lusty activities around me. I had recently gone on the birth control pill and hoped to celebrate this special evening by letting the professor fuck and cum inside me for the first time. 

Since their mother’s splendid titties were being suckled by Monica, the twins had rejoined Hilda to suck and fondle her tits and caress her thighs and plush blonde carpeted pussy while she stroked their firm young stiffies in return. That was fine with me because it meant I could take care of the professor for a while. I pulled my head up off his cock and tenderly kissed each of his balls, licking them one by one. Then I lifted them up to lap his arse from the base of his balls to his ass crack before sucking both his balls into my mouth at once and moving my tongue all over them. I started going down on his balls, bobbing up and down on them while I sucked both of them together. Then I kissed the base of his cock and started lapping up the side of it again. When I got to the top I used my wet lips and tongue to swirl all around the head five times and then powerfully suctioned that great thick pulsing rod of his deep down my throat. He was starting to groan in pleasure so I knew I was serving him well. My cuntie was so very wet now. I reached down to press and rub it while I sucked, sending pleasurable feelings all over my body. I knew at that moment I must have the professor’s gorgeous king-sized throbbing conga deep inside me, so I kissed up his chest and neck, licked the inside edge of his earlobe and whispered, “Professor, fuck me now, please. Fuck me and let me drive my squeezing wet coochie down on your big hard DICK!”

He smiled at me, grunting his approval. I gently pushed him back on the sofa and lifted up his fur-covered legs so he could lie back. He looked so sexy with his little horns, furry legs and cloven hooves. It will be like fucking an animal, I thought! I eagerly mounted him and felt his large velvety cock-head spreading my entrance and his huge hard penis sliding slowly and deeply up inside my yoni, and then slowly pulling out and pushing deliciously back in me...over and over again…while I trembled inwardly in joy. Panting in sexual surrender, I leant close to him and whispered in his ear again, “Professor I want you to shoot your manly cream deep inside me and fill my yoni to the brim.”

“Wh-what, Vasti? But won’t--” 

I put pressed my finger against his lips and said, “Shh, my raja, I am on the pill now so you can cum inside me all you like and treat me as your concubine!”

He fucked me well and truly then, penetrating me completely and often with such wondrous sensations that everything else vanished from my mind except the divine motion of our sexual union. My sighs and moans must have attracted Parker’s attention because a few moments later I felt his small warm hands on my behind, pushing my cheeks apart. Then came the lustful thrust of his penis head popping into my rectum and pushing inside me, rubbing through the thin veil of flesh against the professor’s massive sword as they both screwed me full. 

Parker’s stiffy felt extra smooth and I thought he must be wearing a lubricated condom so he could pleasure the other girls after fucking my bottom. Soon joyous feelings from their fabulous humpings welled up from my center to wash away all thought and I became simply their love slave to use as they pleased. The cummings rippled through me in warm waves and I cried out as orgasm after orgasm swept through me until, on the third one, I felt the professor plunging into my depths with great force and releasing his warm fertile torrent of man seed. He seized my hips and rammed into me as Parker’s small hips slapped speedily into my bottom, bucking my clitty against the larger penis spraying forth within me and giving me release yet once more. Oh, Vishnu, what splendid dirty gratifications and submissive perversions I delighted in in this most excellent fornication! I was the princess sex slave of all and subject to any debauchery! They could use me in any way at any time. I would always serve my professor and his precious family. I had never felt so safe and beloved anywhere but with them.



Monica recalls:

Vasti’s mini-skirt was hiked up over her lower back fully exposing her quivering muscular brown butt as Daddy shot off inside her cunnie, Parker plunged in and out of her ass and she squealed and shrieked her pleasure. After the first two or three blasts of his cum, Daddy had popped open her cute peach brassiere and was sucking and roughly squeezing her tits as he continued to spurt inside her shivering body and Parker banged away at her rippling ass cheeks.

Mommy was on her knees sucking Dale while Lee fucked her pussy from behind. She looked over and saw me resting in Cheryl’s arms with a thick stream of her delicious milk running down my chin from the edge of my mouth. She slurped her lips up off Dale’s dick and said to him, “Honey, why don’t you ask Cheryl to let you fuck her on her side while Lee licks out her pretty asshole and I sit on her face so she can have a nice piece of wet pussy pie?”

“OK, mommy,” came the reply, and he and Lee pulled out of mommy’s mouth and cunnie, respectively, and trotted their waggling erections over to Cheryl.

“Dr. Peyton?” Dale asked.

“Call me Cheryl, cutie. I heard what your mommy said and I can’t wait! We won’t have enough room on the sofa so why don’t you and Monica put some of those throw pillows together on the floor for me to lie down on,” She said.

I climbed off her lap and Dale and I gathered three big throw pillows together in the middle of the carpet for her to lie down upon. She lay on her side, lifted her left leg and pulled open her red haired vagina for Dale, smiling and beckoning to him with her finger. He lay down with her near the edge of the pillows, scooted up a bit and inserted his rock hard prick inside her. Once he was in, he began a good steady rhythm and she guided his face and lips to one of her thick long teats to drink his fill while they fucked. Mommy put another pillow down near her head so she could rest on her side with her head towards Dale’s butt while he fucked and sucked Cheryl in front of her. Cheryl rested her head on mommy’s inner thigh so she could eat mommy’s pink wet pussy snack. Once they got settled in I found a smaller pillow for Lee to lay his head on and got him into place next to his mother’s beautiful round white butt cheeks. I lifted one creamy cheek to open her ass to him and he dove right in, licking and smacking very contentedly. He’d obviously done this before, probably in their hot tub or in the bath. He was so eager and cute I thought I’d do the same for him, so I found another little pillow and put my head down on it next to his behind, lifted his leg and started going “around the world”—licking him from his balls to his arse and ass crack. That tickled him at first and made him giggle and then he relaxed and resumed panting, licking and slurping away.

I knew daddy and Parker had finished doing Vasti because I soon felt daddy’s big hands on my hips. He lifted them and scooted a big cushion under my butt that he must’ve pulled off the sofa so he could split my little beaver wide open with his big cockalicious. I glanced back and saw his thick veiny dong was still buttered in Vasti’s juices and his rich yogurty cum. I felt it opening my vulvette and sliding deep inside me as I sucked little Lee’s balls and lapped his arse. Daddy always felt soooo wonderful putting his enormous thing up my pussy. After he gave me three or four slow deep pumps, I watched and felt as he guided Parker inside my asshole. As I lay my head back down to enjoy their cocks moving inside my ass and pregnant belly, I saw mommy kissing and licking Dale’s ass crack as he fucked Cheryl and sucked her tits, a stream of milk running from his lips down her big boobie to drip on the carpet. 

Pretty soon everyone on the floor was moaning, grunting and groaning all over the place and it all felt so loving, peaceful and nice. I quivered with good feelings while daddy and Parker smoothly double penetrated me as I lapped Lee’s dick and balls, closed my eyes and came, shivering in delight from head to foot. Vasti was moving from person to person, caressing and massaging their necks, shoulders and ass cheeks to help them relax. In no time everybody was cumming all over the floor—even Vasti, who had started fingering herself watching us. Daddy squirted a warm wet load up my cunnie while Parker banged my butt and I licked out Lee and had a third very contented orgasm. Later daddy told me what we all did on the floor was called a “daisy chain”—like a chain of flowers all linked together. I thought that was a beautiful name for it and looked forward to many more. The carpet got really wet that night!



Hilda remembers:

Our Halloween party with Doctor Peyton and her two little boys was a smashing success! When we finished having sex, Vasti brought in some steamed towels and wash clothes with a big bowl of rose scented warm water and gave us all sponge baths to clean off all the pussy juice, milk and sperm. That was her own idea and it felt great! Then we dove into the snacks and punch and watched a scary movie on TV. After the movie was over and Cheryl and her boys prepared to leave, she told me that we’d all been so good with her and her boys that she was going to treat Monica for free.

A week later Alvin took Monica to the doctor’s office for her gynecological exam to see how her pregnancy was coming along.

 


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