Pissed, annoyed royally at being left out of what the teen felt was rightfully his fuck, eighteen-year-old Erik stalked back to his bedroom, leaving his drying semen behind as mute testimony to the incestuous lesbian oral orgy he had accidentally witnessed. Then, he angrily crawled back into his bed to let his frustrated emotions boil and double his annoyance, his confusion.
How could she do this to me? he thought, not sure if he was thinking about his mother or his aunt. All he knew was there were two prime pussies in that bedroom and both of them were getting off while Erik's big cock was getting nothing but some finger marks and fist-fucking friction splotches.
It was impossible for the teen to sleep, so intense was his sexual turmoil, so deep his need to finally throw away his virginity and proclaim his cock and his balls as the knowledgeable necessities of a real fucking man.
The hours passed slowly for Erik, and the sounds of delighted lovemaking, now and then, would penetrate the walls separating him from two very hot cunts.
After their first glorious double orgasm, cumming off together in mouth-to-cunt double ending, they found another marijuana cigarette and shared it in the afterglow of their fuck, feeling the wonderful sensations slowly ebb and ripple away.
Then, as if fresh fuel had been added to their already flaming pyre of perverted sexuality, Betty Sue crawled between her sister's spread legs and butted her clitoris up against Barbara's, slowly and sensually grinding away, mingling the flow of their separate pussy juices, their recent cum, until they were lost again within the heavenly transports of forbidden desire, their next orgasm in a sister induced nonstop string of cum after cum rolling over their stuck together cuntal mouths and making their bodies shudder with the goods feelings that only a clit against another clit can originate.
When they had finished with that cum, Barbara slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom, turning the water on to fill the giant tub and checking the temperature to make, sure it was warm enough. Satisfied that it was, she went quietly into the kitchen and brought two cans of beer back to the bedroom. They drank the beer in comfortable silence, waiting for the water to fill the tub.
The sisters finished their beer and went into the bathroom together, both of them slipping into the extra warm water mid scrunching up close together in the oversized tub. Barbara Jean's back was to Betty Sue and Betty's hips hunched as tight against her sister's buttocks as was possible. Her arms snaked around Barbara's back and cupped both her tits in her palms, slowly and deliberately teasing them, kneading them, pulling and stretching at the elongated, blood-tilled nipples and making them stand out rigidly at attention while she laved them gently with the warm water.
Barbara's hands reached behind her and down until she could squeeze into Betty Sue's crotch, prying at her pussy lips and opening them wider so the warm water could lap up inside her well-fucked cuntal hole and wash away the pussy juices, the heady, almost overwhelming fragrance generated by their hours of nonstop fucking.
Loving the feel of Barbara's hands prying into her pussy, Betty let her hands slide down over Barbara's smooth flat belly and separate the red hairs of her pubic mound, sliding her slick wet fingers over her sister's clitoris and right into her fuck hole, holding it wide open and, paddle fashion, rushing water into it.
"Oh, Betty," Barbara said, "no one could ever wash my cunt out quite like you do it. You make me feel so good, so loved. I could just stay like this with you forever."
Betty Sue laughed and nuzzled against ha sister's neck, kissing and nipping at her wet shoulder with her teeth, being careful not to break the akin.
"If you just had a cock," Barbara Jean said, "I'd never leave you."
"And probably you'd never let me take it out of your cunt as well," Betty Sue said, and both sisters laughed again.
Then, finished with their bath, they stood up and each of them took towels, carefully drying the other off, paying special attention to each sister's breasts, to her pubic area and in between her smooth thighs. Then all around their buttocks and deep within the moist, warm crack of their asses and around the delicately puckered ring of their assholes as well. Finally there was no more water to be dried from either of their bodies.
Back in the bedroom, the first faint rays of dawn were penetrating the yellow-draped windows and both girls seemed to notice it at the same time. Betty Sue, really exhausted from a long and quite eventful day, found herself suddenly, weak. She yawned and stretched.
Has it just been one day? she asked herself, remembering the huge hulking form of the Reverend Doctor Billy Dean Donaldson and the game of un-fucking they had played together, both knowing it was just an excuse to strip naked and jump into bed, to fit the enormous knob of his gnarled, fist-like cockhead within the lips of her delicate cuntal mouth and stick all of it up into her, fucking and filling her with black-man cum. Followed by hours of agonized remorse and recrimination as Betty Sue drove around aimlessly, alone, trying to clear her mind of her sins.
Then, the incredible encounter with Erik, with his cock being tightly clasped inside her very own hand.
And can after can of beer and dope cigarette after dope cigarette, followed by an entire night of sisterly lovemaking that was anything but sisterly as the lesbians writhed through one incestuous fuck session after another… followed by a long, lingering, extra hot tub bath, filled with much cunt fondling and clit stroking, with much breast squeezing and nipple tweaking.
"Suddenly, I feel very tired, Barbara," Betty Sue said, feeling every one of her forty years.
"Me too, Betts," she said, yawning, remembering it had been quite a long day. Yes, she thought, it has been just one day. And she remembered climbing up onto Johan's belly in his hospital room and working his big long cock up to full erection, sliding down on it with her cunt and fucking him ragged.
Then, in Erik's room, with him naked and cock throbbing, with herself just as naked and ready for anything, working the teen up through a prolonged cunt-eating, cocksucking to his very first fuck, almost.
And the night long, machinegun-like cumming in her sister's sweet arms. Barbara Jean thought she had every right to be tired, she had certainly shared enough cum for any one day of her life.
"I think I'll just slip quietly off to my room and collapse," Barbara Jean said, kissing Betty warmly on the mouth, the faint traces of soap and clean flesh lighting up her mouth and her taste buds. "Good night, dear. Please don't wake me up unless you absolutely have to. I might sleep forever."
Betty Sue was pulling the covers up over herself as she watched her sister leave the room and close the door behind her.
Barbara Jean's foot made contact with something sticky that was drying on the carpet. She looked down and saw some funny streaks of drying white flaky stuff all over the bedroom door. Ignoring it, whatever it happened to be, she turned and headed to her own bedroom, walking naked, all her things being forgotten in her sister's bedroom where they had fucked the night away.
She went into her room and pulled down her covers, getting right into bed and curling up into a warm, well-fucked ball, her sex flesh throbbing in used, sensual delight as her eyes slowly closed and her mind began going blank…
First Johan's big hard cock faded from her thoughts, and her taste buds sparkled in her mouth, recalling the peculiarly delicious flavor of his uncircumcised cockhead.
Then Betty Sue's cunt, that dearly loved cunt that had, through the years, shared some memorable cums with Barbara's own pussy, slowly evaporated from her thoughts.
Barbara Jean settled down for a deep, relaxing sleep.
Erik Swensen had had just about all of it he could handle. After all, he wasn't really supposed to be Superman or even Super Cockman, even if he did have a remarkably big slab of meat hanging between his legs. It just wasn't right for them to keep ignoring him that way, his cock, his balls, his genuine need to get fucked, to become a man, to stop being a virgin and move up into the real world of fucking and sucking and all-night cums.
He forced himself to focus his thoughts on just one person, just one cunt, who would, finally, lift his burden from his shoulders.
Naturally he thought of Denise St. James first, of her sweet mouth and her fine titties with the just-right nipples that he lusted after so desperately.
Then he thought of his own dear sweet mother, and of her hand closed around his hard cock shaft, squeezing it, feeling it up, hefting it warmly in a way that no mother should ever hold her son's cock. Erik was as aware of the fact that his mother had groped him as she was herself, even though he had pretended to be asleep. He knew the promise within her caress of his hard-on, and he knew it wasn't at all motherly.
But most of all, he thought of Aunt Barbara. It was her, of all the cunts of his life, who had thus far turned him on the most. It was Barbara lean, with her incredible mouth, who had removed his clothes and admired his body and caressed his sex flesh and explained that everything was all right and that all those exciting things he had dreamed up all by himself to do to some girl with his dick were, after all, possible and highly recommended. It was Barbara Jean Crocker who had taught him the meaning of blowjob and who had allowed him to dig inside her pussy, to smell it and taste it and literally wallow in it until his face was coated with all her heady goodness and his cock was thumping like a sledgehammer and his balls were drawn up tight as rocks and ready to spit fire or at least virgin cum.
Yes, he decided, Aunt Barbara is the one for me. The first one for me. Maybe I'll, fuck all the other girls in the world after that, only I've got to find one to stand still, first, long enough for me to stick it up inside her pussy and get my nuts off. Only with my dick soaking inside my own cum inside some cunt for the very first time can I really lose my virginity.
It had been some time since the noises had died down, the sounds of the water running in the master bedroom bath. Perhaps they had finished their all-night mouth organ recital.
Gee, I wonder if Aunt Barbara went back to her own room or if she's just going to move into Mom's bed, the teen thought. If she is in her room, maybe I can go in there and she'll let me do it to her. His hard teenaged cock thumped solidly and his balls, feeling so heavy they hurt him, twisted around inside their blond ballsac.
Squirming around in his bed for the zillionth time, trying to find a more comfortable spot, a different angle for his hard-on to stick out at, Erik again decided it would be impossible for him to get any sleep, ever, until he learned how to fuck.
If it took the rest of his life, then he would just have to live it without sleep and with a roaring erection.
Denise's nipples! Barbara's tormenting tongue and delicious clit! Mother's warm, cock-squeezing hand and fantastic-looking ass! The teen's mind was filled with provocative fuck flesh and his every thought was centered directly within the head of his burgeoning, foreskin protected cockhead, almost totally exposed and pressing, moistly, against the rumpled sheets, pearly virginal precum drooling from the flexing cock lips and staining the material.
Damn it! he thought. I want to fuck! To fuck! To fuck! Fffuuuccckkk! I want to stick my cock into a cunt and fffuuuccckkk iiiit!
He sat bolt upright in bed, his feverish cock slapping noisily against his firm, flat belly, the knob of it extending way up past his dipped-in belly button and, winking at him. His balls slammed up tightly against the base of his root-cock and began radiating need-to-cum signals to his burgeoning prostate. Even his asshole, buried within the sweat-filled crack of his ass, was twitching irregularly, the shell-pink pucker of his sphincter reacting along with the rest of his sex flesh because of his enormous frustration at remaining fuckless.
Barbara Jean, alone in her big double bed, was warm and comfortable, her thoroughly used cunt still radiating pleasure sensations to the rest of her body and her cunt-licking raw lips tasting faintly of her sister's sweet pussy nectar. She had gone almost instantly into a deep, relaxing, well-fucked sleep and almost right away her mind began filling her head with beautiful visions of fucking and sucking.
Every cock in the world was in the bed with her. Not too many bodies, but a lot of cocks. Some of them she recognized and others her cunt recognized, even if her mind had lost them somehow. The feel of them was still there, stamped indelibly upon the inner walls of her soft buttery cuntal canal.
There was the first cock she had ever felt that way, from her insides out. Daddy's cock, but that was his and Barbara's secret alone, that had never been shared with anyone else.
There was the second cock she had ever had in her pussy, two days later. Old Mr. Baughman's the janitor's cock, and Barbara's first black one.
And all the rest of the dicks of her fuck hood up to and including Johan's big blond-headed Swedish cock that she had bounced upon and slid down, and down and down and down, grinding out her mindless lust and using his body like a fuck machine for her pleasure alone, coincidentally showing him for the first time in his big hunky life that it was just as possible for a man to be fucked as it was for the man to do the fucking, and sometimes more pleasurable.
Then, of course, here was Erik Swensen's incredible eighteen-year-old cock. That always hard penile projection that rippled with strength and vitality and the promise of enormous dimensions and capabilities yet to come as the teen finally reached maturity in size along with years and experience and expertise.
She could almost taste it in her mouth, the super-slick, overly sensitive cockhead that was normally protected by its own fleshy foreskin hood cover, rock-hard and almost too delicious sliding over her tongue and coating it with meat flavor before butting up snugly against the start of her throat the fat, nearly double-size cock shaft behind his sharply defined coronal ridge seeming to stretch her lips because of its burgeoning fullness. Erik's fever thumping balls nestled against her chin and bobbing faintly all by themselves and laying heavily against her neck, the just beginning blond hairs of it pleasantly tickling her sensitive shoulder flesh.
Her dream was so real she could smell the frantic sweat-streaked aroma of his sex flesh, his hastily wiped buttocks, the faint residue of dried cum from his last fist-fucking session, the dried up piss from a casual dick shaking, the soapy perfume of his satin-slick thighs after his last shower.
And Barbara Jean could even taste his cock. It had a distinctive flavor that she had never encountered before, and it drove her mind wild with passion. Maybe it was because the teen was her nephew, the product of her sister's cunt that was also sweeter than sweet to Barbara Jean. Whatever it was, the flavor lasted and lasted and lasted and she dreamed she could never get enough of mouthing it, of cleaning it with her swirling tongue, of drilling, down into his tiny spasming pisshole and making it wider, deeper, getting at the cunt-spasming source of his special tastiness, his virginal precum.
Barbara's sex dream was so real she could even feel the weight of the teen pressing down on her in the bed, his wild, sparse blond pubic hairs all over her face and his knees pressing into the mattress beside her waist, his fantastic firm buttocks bouncing again and again against her mounding breasts, the nipples already hot and hard and stabbing into his buttocks, his ass crack, one of them occasionally kissing the flexing, outward turning ring of his anus.
She could even hear the sounds that swirled around her dream-filled head. All Erik's passionate moans and sighs. All of Barbara's own slurping, spit and precum mingled cock-mouthing noises.
Her dream was so good, in fact, that she could hardly breathe. Her mouth was too filled with hot hard cock to breathe around it. Her face was too covered with fever-flushed belly. Her nose was filled with too many piss-perfumed blond pubic hairs, tickling her pleasantly. Her lungs cried out for oxygen and their desperate need finally broke through the astonishing vividness of her sex dream and rationality took over.
Barbara Jean awoke, finding a genuine in the flesh hard cock inside her mouth, trying to drill into her throat, and a real genuine in-the-flesh nephew sprawled over her, his naked, cock-hard body pressing her to the mattress and smothering her with passion and desire. Summoning whatever reserve strength she had within herself, she pushed him off her head and twisted it, breathing deeply, gasping loudly and coughing, sputtering, trying to speak to the teen.
"God!" she said, a bit loud. "You startled me! Jesus, what a hard-on. Not that I mind, dear, but you shouldn't have sneaked up on me like this. You've let me sleep through some of the best part."
"Gee," Erik said after he fell back against the pillows, his cockhead popping loudly as it came out of her sucking mouth, sounding like the cork from a champagne bottle. It was all spit slick and precum streaked and sucked red-raw. It slapped sharply up tight against his trim belly and left a moist imprint of its entire length, its broader, flair-rimmed arrowhead-like knob, on the teen's abdomen. "I didn't mean nothing wrong. I was just so… so anxious, I guess."
"It's okay, dear," Barbara Jean said. "Just let me catch my breath and we'll see what we can do about it." While she breathed deep, her chest rising and falling, her tits moving up and down provocatively, she reached over and began toying with his sex flesh.
As Erik spread his legs wide, Barbara's hand scooped in beneath his balls and cupped both of them warmly, kneading them gently while her thumb did delightful things to the base of his cockshaft, pressing into the hard flesh of it rhythmically and coaxing it to yet extra length, extra firmness. Then, to the teen's amazement, her finger that was slick from the spit around his ballsac eased right into the hot, damp crack of his ass. Erik raised his hips slightly to help her do whatever it was she was going to do and he gasped audibly as her fingertip found his anus and began pressing against the sides, ringing it, stretching the sphincter and making it slick and moist.
Then, incredibly, her finger moved right inside his asshole, sliding slickly and without noticeable resistance. The first knuckle was inside his bowels, then the second, then the rest of her long slim finger, and it twisted around and made contact with his nut-like prostate, massaging it in a special way that made the root of his cock turn into molten lava and his balls jerk violently. The sensation was just that good.
"Oh, God, don't do that!" Erik said, his big cock thumping like a jack-hammer and his balls nearly turning into helpless hot liquid. "I can't stand the feel of your finger up my asshole much longer. My balls ache good. My cock hurts better than ever. I'm going to cum, Aunt Babs! Please stop it, and let me fuck you. I've got to cum inside your… your cunt. Oh, please don't, it hurts much good."
Chuckling, Barbara slowly withdrew her finger from his anus, moving it slowly and from side to side so the teen could feel the entire passage of her finger, much like she was going to feel the entire passage of his incredible cock, stretching and filling her cuntal mouth, her pussy lips kissing it nonstop all the way to the fat, broad root.
"Do you think you'll ready for that, Erik." Barbara Jean asked, falling back and spreading her legs, making room for her little nephew between them and pulling at his shoulders, helping position his frame over her, his knees nestling between her legs and the coarse hairs of his legs tickling her legs delightfully.
"Jesus, yes," Erik said, looking down into her wide-spread cuntal mouth, at her clitoris, fat and red and anxious, at the inner lips, holly pink and flexing with anticipation. He grabbed his fuck stick like a baseball bat and nestled the fat cock head of it tight against her clitoris, feeling the warmth of her cunt lips making their first tentative kiss of his cock lips and further firing his determination to, at last, finally, get his cock inside a real live pussy.
Betty Sue Swensen despite all the anxieties of the day and the nearly exhausting, though pleasantly so, cunt-eating session with her sister, was still having troubled sleep. It was the matter of her adultery that was doing it to her, not her incest or her perverted joy in sucking her sister's pussy.
She kept slipping into shallow sleep until her thoughts would bring back the flavor of Dr. Montgomery's talented cock or the delightfully different contours of Reverend Donaldson's gnarled black monster. And occasionally, the shape of her own son's cock, firm and locked within her grasp all she had to do was reach out and take it, and have it, and know it.
Something jarred her out of her shallow reverie and she sat up in bed, shaking her head to clear it, wondering what it had been. It was already late in the morning and the brilliant sunshine was flooding the master bedroom with light and warmth. She didn't hear it again, whatever it was, perhaps something from outside the house, but she strained her hearing anyway, listening.
Paint sounds, as if someone was choking to death, finally reached her ears. They seemed to be coming from across the hallway. She wasn't sure she should get up and investigate or not.
Then there were muffled mumbled, as if someone was talking in hushed tones. She got out of bed and walked into the ball, listening more closely, and she heard it clearly then.
"Oh, God, don't do that. I can't stand the feel of your fingers up my asshole much longer. My balls ache good. My cock hurts better than ever. I'm going to cum, Aunt Babs. Please stop it, and let me fuck you. I've got to cum inside your… your cunt. Oh, please don't, it hurts much too good." It was her own son, saying all those foul, depraved things.
"Do you think you're ready for that, Erik?" And that was her sister, the love of her life, her same-sex fuck partner. How disgusting, she thought, turning toward Barbara's bedroom door and moving quickly.
"Jesus, yes," Erik said, swinging atop his aunt and taking his hard cock in his hand, smearing it wound her pussy lips and pressing against her sensitive, throbbing clitoris with the lips of his cockhead, bracing himself, his hips poised, pushing forward, his cockhead just barely spreading the inner lips of his aunt's fragrant, over-heated fuck hole.
"You bitch!" Betty Sue said, storming in the room and grabbing Erik by his shoulder, literally jerking him out of her sister's grasp and pushing him aside, almost unnoticed.
"How could you!" Betty Sue was furious. Disappointment and betrayal radiated outward from her squeezed-up eyes. "My very own sister, deliberately seducing my son. Well, if that's the way you act around here, you can just leave. Got out of my house as quick as you can get your things together. And I don't ever want to see you again!"
Grabbing Erik by his wrist, dragging him after her, Betty Sue hurried to the hallway, slamming the guest bedroom door loudly behind them.
"But-but…" Barbara Jean sputtered. But it was too late and there was really nothing she could say.