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BetweenHerLegs says --

This story, like all BetweenHerLegs stories, is a literary exploration of sexual fantasy.  
It it not intended to describe actual persons or events, nor to condone or encourage any of these activities.  
Likewise, this and every other piece of erotica on this site should not be read by or to minors,
nor by or to anyone for whom these materials are illegal, immoral, or ill-advised.

Otherwise... enjoy!

Love and kisses,

Jenny (ManyJennies@yahoo.com)

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"The Wrong Third 2"

by BetweenHerLegs

© Jenny Clark, 2008

Cindy, naked and wrapped in a towel, looked down into the eyes of the girl with whom she had just showered.  The girl whom she had absurdly assumed was a hooker who just looked exactly like her daughter.  The girl who was her 22-year old daughter, Kelly.  The white blond daughter who had a perfectly sculpted body that belonged on some teenage boy's wall, covered in the results of his jacking off.  Cindy herself was 43 years-old, voluptuous, olive-skinned with dark hair and eyes, and a face of which she was still proud.  She wanted to feel awkward, uncomfortable, ashamed, of what she and her daughter had just done together in the shower, but instead all she could think about was how wonderful her daughter’s lovely curves had felt, and how exciting it was to have this young, beautiful creature adoring her older, maternal body.

And then there was the other issue. Cindy looked up from Kelly's face and over to the hotel bed in which her husband Doug was being fucked by the hooker the married couple had actually called for, and for whom Cindy had mistaken her daughter.  It was like a silly screwball comedy, but one in which all the participants were horny and getting lucky.  The hooker, curvier but generally less pretty than Kelly, was pounding Doug mercilessly on the bed.  The middle-aged man gave a cry of pleasure with every plunge, describing in crude terms the pleasures he was finding within the hooker's inner folds.  The young woman was covering his face with kisses, her blond wig starting to fall off and reveal her natural brown hair.

"I think Dad's gonna busy for a while," Kelly said, guiding her mom back into the bathroom and closing the door.

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As soon as the bathroom door had closed, the girl on top of Doug threw her wig off, and sat up straight, grinding him with her inner muscles and looking down into his eyes.  She looked like she was about 25, but she was actually 31, and Doug was enthralled as he stared into her green eyes, her perky lips, her soft brown hair.  He reached up and massaged her large breasts.  Her nipples were extraordinarily long and hard against his hands.  

"You think she bought it?" the young woman asked, guiding his hands down her side, to her hips.  "You think she thinks I'm a hooker?"

He squeezed her hips and craned up to suck on her magnificent nipples.  "I'm sure she does," he said, thrusting up, deep inside her from his semi-sitting position. Her nails  were deep in his back, clutching his face to her chest.  "And I'm sure she didn't recognize you in that blond wig."

"She didn't even recognize Kelly," the young woman laughed, sliding off him and taking his robust cock into her mouth.  She savored the taste of her own juices on him.  She gobbled him up sloppily, all lips and tongue, her fingers playing with his balls.  Then she added, "I'm sure if she didn't recognize her own daughter, she didn't recognize her husband's baby sister."

She opened her mouth and throat as wide as she could and plunged down.  As the head of his cock entered the depths of her throat it twitched, then spasmed repeatedly.  Her brother Doug held her head down, forcing her to swallow and choke on his liquid love.

When she finally lifted her face, saliva mixed with semen trailing between her mouth and his cock, she smiled, and started to nibble on his balls.  "I've kept my promise, big brother."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," she purred as he reached down and massaged her large breasts.  "My husband can have all the pussy he wants, and just about anything else, but my mouth has never touched another man's cock other than yours."  She abandoned his balls and began kissing his shaft again.  It was already regaining strength.

Doug lifted her, kissed her mouth, excited by the traces of his cum on his sister's lips, tongue, and teeth.  She had such a pretty, girl-next-door face and such soft brown school-girl hair that it was easy to forget they were much older than when they'd first started making love to one another the night their oldest brother married the girl who had once been their step-sister because their dad had divorced his second wife.  

He rolled his sister onto her back and spread her legs.  Her bush was not trimmed but was naturally neat, soft, and sparse enough to show off her puffy pink lips.  He kissed her calves.  "I've kept my promise too,  Kim."  He kissed the soft, tender spot behind her knees.  "No matter how much Cindy may beg."  He kissed her thigh on top, then the side, then bottom.  His sister drew her legs up.  "I may kiss her in this position."  He  pressed his lips on his sister's soft lower lips, inserting his tongue for only a moment.  "But never..." He slid his body up along Kim's, pausing to kiss her breasts.  "I've never had sex with her in the missionary position."  He reached down and began to gently loosen his sister's opening with his fingers.  "We fuck," he said, kissing Kim's mouth, "but we never make love as you and I."  He kissed her cheek, and slid the head of his cock up to her pussy, pressing slowly, almost teasingly.

"God, yes, Doug, I love it best this way," she whimpered.

As he worked himself slowly into her, finding her tight from this angle despite her earlier work astride him, his hands slid under her wonderful ass, massaging it and holding her more tightly up against him.  When he was finally in to his full length, she bit his neck, drawing blood, and they suddenly went at it as if they were two people who'd been without sex for years.  Biting, clawing, gnashing, pounding up and pounding down.  Their bodies slapped, their bed creaked and groaned, and the headboard banged against the wall.  Doug's mouth found her tits, and he ravaged them as if they were the first tits he'd ever seen -- which they had been, way back when.  He loved their taste and feel even to this day. 

"Yes, Doug, fuck your baby sister!" she cried out, arching her back up into him as his rod split her open and stretched her warm cavern.

"Oh, Kim, oh, Kim," was all he could manage.

Kim thrashed underneath him, all teeth and fingernails, while be pounded down on her with bruising force, trying for slightly different angles with every stroke, probing depths he hadn't known for several years.  Doug loved the feeling o his sister's inner walls.  They swelled with fullness unlike anything else he'd ever felt.  So swollen were they that he could feel them throb around him.

"Do you think Cindy actually fucked your daughter?" Kim asked, chewing on his ear as he stroked her faster and faster.

The thought of his wife and their daughter making love in the shower was very arousing to Doug, and he started to work even faster, even harder.  "I doubt she could resist," he answered between grunts.  "Kelly has a way about her."

"Doug, would you fuck her?"

"I don't know."

"Would you fuck her like you fuck me?"

"Never," he promised, ramming himself up even deeper inside her.  "This is for you and you alone."

His baby sister began humping harder against him.  She threw her legs around his back and wrapped her arms around him so tightly that she literally lifted herself off the sheets.  "Yes, Doug!" she called out.  "Fuck your little sister!"

He strained to get his mouth on her breasts in this position, and as he did she threw her head back, eyes closed.  She groaned loudly.  "Oh, Doug, yes!"  she gasped as he found her nipple. "I hope Kelly and Cindy are having a good time together," she said.

Doug only grunted in response.  He was very focused on his sister's pussy right now.

"I actually slept with Kelly once, did you know that?"

"What?" he asked through clenched teeth

"When she was younger and staying with me for a few weeks.  I was going through a bit of a lesbian phase, and she and I slept together."

The thought of his sister and his hot daughter making love was too much for Doug, and he came with no warning, shooting his load hard and hot inside Kim's cunt.  As usually the feeling of being filled with her brother's seed was enough to launch Kim, and she came just as hard as he had, shaking and collapsing back down to the bed, a pile of soft, spent flesh. She took her brother into her arms, and they kissed softly.

"Did you really sleep with Kelly?" Doug asked softly.

"Yes, that wasn't just sex talk," she teased him, running a finger between his ass cheeks.  "Though it had pretty good results, I'd say."

"Did she eat your pussy?"

"Several times."

Doug could only groan again, and he found himself moving down to his sister's legs.  He kissed her knee caps and looked up at her pussy, raw and red and filled with his semen.  "Did you eat hers?" he asked, running his tongue around her knee cap in circles.

"As often as I could."

Throwing all inhibitions to the wind, Doug moved up between his sister's soft, thighs, loving the way they felt on either side of his face, and he began kissing her pussy.  He tasted his own sperm mixed with her love, and thought about Kim and Kelly in bed together, and gave a load cry of abandon as he lifted his sister's cunt to is face and started to clean her with his lips and tongue.  The more he ate, the more he grew to appreciate the mixture of his and her love, and he devoured everything she had to offer with great pleasure.  The feeling of his rough lips on her tender area and the scratch of his beard shadow on her thighs were thrilling for Kim.  They were such a contrast to what she remembered of Kelly's young, delicate face between her legs.  There could never be anyone as good as Doug.  When he found her clit, he tweaked it between his tongue and his upper lip repeatedly, bringing her to a quick, quiet orgasm.

Then, somehow, her brother was hard again.  She stared up at him with unhidden admiration and submissive passion as he rose to stand on the bed and stroke himself over her body.

"My little sister, seducing my little girl," he grunted, using his own drool to lube his cock as he fisted it.

"Actually," she admitted, licking her lips as she watched him.  "She seduced me."

"Really," he said in disbelief, fisting faster.

"Yes, she seduced me while I was in my bubble bath."

"Shit!" he swore as he launched a small, weary load down onto his sister's chest.

He collapsed beside her and rubbed patterns in the little pool of cum on her tits as they cuddled.  "Oh, yeah, how did you handle it when Cindy called to make sure 'our prostitute' was going to be on time?  Didn't she recognize your voice?"

Kim raised an eyebrow.  "Cindy never called me."

Doug froze.  "What number did she call then?"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"I guess," Kim said with a soft laugh, "we're about to find out."

(to be continued...)

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