Brad Conway was stretched out across the back seat, sleeping like a baby. Alone.
The car was parked about a half a mile from the highway, beside a dirt road. About a hundred yards away at the edge of a pasture was a shady grove of trees which would have been an ideal spot for a picnic. But Brad's wife and daughter were hungrier for something more than a picnic.
"I've wanted you, too, Mom," Christy said after their first French kiss under the trees. "Just me and you by ourselves, one on one, woman to woman."
"Well, here I am, darling. All yours."
Christy's hands went first to her mother's blouse.
"Hmmm, see you were expecting me." Christy chuckled when she saw that her bare-titted mother wasn't wearing a bra.
"Oh, suck me, honey, suck my tits," Helen urged. "Suck them the way you used to do when you were a hungry, little baby."
Without delay, Christy took one of her mother's shapely tits in her hands and tipped up the plump nipple. Then she closed her mouth over the puckered bud and started slurping.
"Know what?" mother sighed to daughter, as the latter turned on the suction. "When you were a baby, I'd always come if I let you nurse long enough. My milk'd be dribbling down your cute, little chin, and my cunt'd be drooling just the same way."
"Yummm, wish I'd known then what I know now," Christy said with a mouthful of nipple, "so I could've sucked something even sweeter than your tits."
"Better late, baby, than later," Helen replied.
"Right on!"
Now Christy knelt before her mother, lowering her attention to crotch-level. Since it was a summer day, Helen had on khaki shorts. Christy stripped them away.
"You have such a beautiful cunt-bush, Mom," Christy murmured, nuzzling her face against her mother's hairy cunt. Then she playfully snaked her tongue in the next place down. "And a real hairy ass, too."
"Ooooh, lick me some more, baby," mother begged daughter. "Lick all over both my cunt and ass."
"Only under one condition."
"Hope it's what I think it is."
"Better believe it, Mom!"
"Can't wait!"
Mother and daughter then took each other to the ground. Christy was on top. She straddled her mother's head with her thighs, while facing down on the hairy cunt.
From below, Helen quickly stripped her daughter's loins as bare as her own. Christy reacted by sitting on her mother's face, while simultaneously lowering her own face cuntward.
They put their tongues to work at both ends of the lesbian sixty-nine. To begin with, each orally probed the other's cunt. This was enough for a shared orgasm, the gulping sounds of cum being swallowed filling the country air.
Then Christy made the next move. Her tongue went from cunt to asshole and she was giving her mother a rim-job. Helen responded in kind to ream back as good as she got.
Quickly, mother and daughter were coming again. This time with their tongues in each other's asshole. Instead of cunt-juice, the result was orgasmic farting.
Greedily, they breathed in each other's erotic fumes. Nothing, they were making it clear, was too dirty for them. But, in case there was still any doubt, when Christy bobbed up for air, she didn't mince words about her kinky desires.
"If I suck your cunt again, Mom," she shamelessly asked, "will you piss in my mouth?"
"Only under one condition."
"You got it, Mom!" Christy agreed, knowing exactly what her mother meant.
So then mouths were sealing cunts again. As each writhed from the other's expert suction, mother and daughter strained from within.
It happened for them together. From each of their cunts gushed liquid gold. It was thirstily swallowed at either end of the sixty-nine as fast as it spurted. Every drop from both cunts was consumed. Then the suction continued, this time after fresh batches of cum.
Within seconds after they'd given each other a bellyful of piss, mother and daughter were topping it off with a pair of juicy climaxes.
"Oooooh," Helen sighed when it was over, "I can't decide which was sweetest. Your cunt, your ass… your piss, your cum."
"I know what'd be sweetest of all, Mom," Christy confidently answered. "You've just got to let me try it."
"You know I couldn't say no to anything you wanted to do to me, baby."
"Then close your eyes, Mom," Christy said. "I'll want to surprise you."
"Just hurry, sweetheart. The suspense is already killing me."
Christy scampered to the car. There, she made sure not to awaken her sleeping father as she got what she was after from its hiding place. Then she was on her way back to the action in the highest spirits. For she knew for sure that she was about to blow her mother's mind with the ten thick inches of pure magic she had in her possession.
"Can I look yet?" Helen anxiously called when she heard the approach of returning footsteps.
"Just a little bit longer," Christy answered. "I want to be absolutely ready for you, Mom."
Then, in the nude, Christy swiftly strapped the device she'd brought back from the car around her loins. The fit was perfect, as she admired the striking result.
"Oh, Mom, you'd better watch out now." She giggled.
"Does that mean I can finally look?"
"At your own risk."
Helen Conway opened her eyes. And at once she was blinking with disbelief.
"I'm seeing things," Helen stammered.
"Seeing is believing, Mom," teased Christy, closing the distance between them to stand directly over her mother so the jutting shadow from her crotch fell across Helen's face. "Go for it, Mom."
As if in a trance, Helen knelt. Her mouth hung open. Christy immediately filled it with a deep-throating thrust.
"Suck, suck, suck." Christy coaxed her mother. "Suck my cock!"
Cock, indeed. Or at least the next best thing to a flesh and blood hard-on. As close as any girl could get to being hung like a man. For what Christy had harnessed to her loins, what she made her mother suck, was a dildo.
"Oh, baby, its as big and thick as the real thing. Swear it even tastes like it, too," Helen Conway said. "Where'd you ever get such a thing?"
"Aunt Ann gave it to me just before we left. She said that after what you and I showed her during the orgy, she figured we're bi enough to put a dildo to good use during the rest of our trip."
"And, ooooh, what a trip!" Helen said with expectation, rubbing her cunt as she hornily eyed the female hard-on. "My own daughter fucking me. My own mother-fucking little girl giving me a cuntful of her big, stiff cock!"
Helen fell back on her ass, raising her knees and parting her thighs so her cunt-lips yawned in invitation. Then Christy lined up into position, aiming the dildo at the targeted cunt the way a man would with his real prick.
"Oh, talk dirty to me some just before you put it in," Helen said, prior to the moment of truth. "Get me even hotter to get fucked."
"Okay, bitch, how's this sound? You're in for one helluva ramming. Gonna fuck your cunt with so much ramming cock that even a whore like you will feel like you're cherry all over again."
Christy bucked her crotch and drove the dildo into her mother's cunt. And, as she did, she discovered a bonus about lesbian fucking. She learned to hilt a dildo into somebody else's cunt.
"Ooooh," mother and daughter moaned together upon impact, "feels sooo gooooood!"
"Then you're getting fucked, too?" Helen asked when she realized Christy was in as much ecstasy as herself.
"Just push back and wiggle your ass, Mom," Christy answered, "and you'll find out."
Wrapping her legs around her daughter, Helen pushed and wiggled from below. And, with the dildo buried in her own cunt, she couldn't help receiving the telltale vibrations being generated through the dildo by her daughter's cunt.
"My end of the cock rubs right against my clit when we fuck," Christy said. Then she teased. "Better watch out, Mom, or I just might come before you do."
"We'll find out about that quick enough."
Then, in friendly competition, mother and daughter each bore down to try and come ahead of the other. In the process, the dildo they shared stabbed to the depths of Helen's cunt while its thick base simultaneously applied relentless pressure on Christy's swollen clit.
It was a draw. Both sudden winners, Helen and Christy Conway climaxed wonderfully together at the same glorious instant.
"Mmmm, so glad neither of us had to lose," Helen said as she and Christy clung to each other. "It's like coming twice as hard for me when both of us come together."
"Yeah, same way for me, Mom. Let's do it again. Only this time you be on top."
Helen didn't have to be asked twice. Rearing up from the ground, she rolled her daughter and herself over to bob up astride Christy's crotch. In the process the dildo had slipped out of Helen's cunt, but she had a stylish plan for putting it back in.
"Can you make it stick straight up, baby?" she asked her daughter.
At present, the dildo slanted at about a forty-five-degree angle. But then Christy flexed her crotch and her fake cock jumped up at a towering right angle.
"Perfect. Just hold it like that," Helen said while kneeling. Then, after briefly fingering apart the rim of her cunt-gash, she eased down just enough to nudge the dildo's cock-head into her and let her cunt-lips make a seal.
"That's super, Mom," Christy said. "Sit on it with your cunt. Sit on my cock!"
Rather than taking the rest of the dildo all at once, Helen gradually inched it into her dripping cunt.
"Ahhhh," Christy groaned, "every little bit more of the cock that goes in your cunt makes the other end press a little bit more against my clit. It's really starting to get my juices flowing all over again."
"Mmm-hmmmm," Helen agreed, reaching down below the base of the dildo to rub the hairy stickiness of her daughter's cunt.
This was all the invitation Christy needed to rub her mother back. Then, after moistening her hand with leaking cunt-juice, she couldn't resist exploring further. Quickly, she was giving her mother's asshole a slippery finger-fuck.
Now it was Helen's turn to answer in kind. She also began fingering ass. And as mother and daughter added backdoor sex to the action, the dildo continued to enter Helen's cunt at one end and pressure Christy's clit at the other.
"Just keeps getting better for us, huh, Mom?" Christy sighed.
"But there's always room for improvement," Helen said. "Especially when both of us still have a hand free."
Then Helen put her free hand to a satisfying use. She stroked her own tits, particularly the stiff nipples.
"All right, I want some of that, too," Christy said, beginning to play with herself as well. "Oooooh, titties, ass and cunt…"
"I'm coming!" her mother cried.
Helen abruptly forced her cunt the rest of the way down on the dildo. As a result, its recoiling base mauled Christy's clit. On the spot, mother and daughter were climaxing together once again.
"This is the best yet!" Christy declared. "Let's make it last as long as we can, Mom!"
"Ooooh, will we!" Helen vowed.
Mother and daughter then poured it on with their fingers in each other's asshole, squeezing their own tits, and grinding their crotches together as the dildo linked their cunts. How long could they keep it up?
Brad woke up in the back seat of the car with the afternoon sun beating on him through the window in a pool of his own sweat. Sitting up, he saw that no one was driving, that the car was parked and his wife and daughter were gone.
Looking toward his left, Brad Conway then saw an unpaved road leading off into the distance. On the horizon he picked out moving specks of traffic, so he knew the highway wasn't that far away. Whatever the reason they were parked here, at least they weren't lost. And now, to get to the bottom of that reason, Brad shifted his gaze in the other direction.
He saw some trees across a pasture. Beneath them, something seemed to move in the shadows. Since they were nowhere else in sight, Brad reasoned, it must be Helen and Christy.
Hitching up his pants, he got out of the car to take a closer look. What he hoped was that they were having a picnic because he'd awakened hungry. But, he began to sense as he approached the trees, his wife and daughter were up to something far less routine than lunch.
"Oooooh, more, more." He heard one of them moan.
"Only if you give me more, too." The other one groaned in reply.
Able to overhear them before he could clearly see them, Brad circled around so they wouldn't see him either. Yes, he guessed, it definitely sounded like they were up to something where it would be well worth catching them in the act.
"I know they're bi," he whispered to himself as he sneaked up on them. "Anybody could tell that at Pete and Ann's. It was only a matter of time before they did something about it with each other."
Then, though, Brad had arrived within focusing distance, and found himself unprepared for what his naked wife and daughter were actually doing with each other. If they'd just been experimenting with some touching and feeling, that would have been one thing. Or even tasting some cunt. But…
"My God, they're fucking!" Brad choked when he saw them in action. "G-got their own damned prick, like a couple of butch dykes."
His voice carried. Mother and daughter looked over in his direction. And Christy was not in the least bit shy.
"Isn't it fantastic, Daddy?" Christy greeted her wide-eyed father. "My cunt and Mom's are just made for each other. And with this dildo Aunt Ann gave me, we have our own cock to fuck them with. Wow, we were coming up a storm just before you got here."
Brad just stood there.
"We can get it going again, though, real easy," Christy said. "Only this time, Mom ought to wear the dildo and fuck my cunt with this big cock – while you watch, Daddy."
Brad remained silent. Meanwhile, his daughter and wife got up. Then Christy slipped out of the dildo's harness, ready to have Helen strap it on and take her turn at being a female stud.
Helen, however, had read her husband's mind enough to be aware that the situation was more complicated than their daughter seemed to appreciate. She had to say something.
"Uh, darling," Helen said, "maybe we'd better call it a day."
"But, Mom," Christy protested, "you haven't been hung with our cock yet…"
"Afraid we'll have to straighten a few things out instead," Helen replied. "Between the three of us."
"You mean with Daddy?" asked Christy. "What about?"
"I think your father," Helen said, carefully choosing her words, "might be wondering why you and I went off together without letting him know in advance what we had in mind."
"Like you mean without getting his permission?" Christy said, scoffing at such a notion.
"Maybe you ought to go back to the car and settle down," Helen firmly suggested at this point, "while I talk to your father alone. After all, I was the one who brought us out here. It was my idea."
"And," snapped Christy, "if he doesn't like us sucking and fucking without him, it's Daddy's problem!"
By now, Helen was prepared to take stern measures to control her rebellious daughter. But then, as she raised her hand to threaten a slap, Christy winked at her and Helen abruptly realized that her little girl had been about three jumps ahead of her the whole time. Which made it about time to catch up.
"Yes," Helen now said, holding out her hand instead of slapping Christy, "give me that cock so I can fuck your cunt. You're absolutely right, dear. If your father doesn't like it, that's his problem. Let him try and stop us."
Another wink from Christy made it clear this was exactly what she'd wanted her mother to say. And, set up perfectly, Brad Conway played right into the hands of his daughter and wife.
Recovering his voice, he said, "Yeah, I'll stop you damned dykes, all right. Straighten you out real fast. You want cock? Okay, you got it. But not this fucking fake!"
He grabbed the dildo and threw it into the trees.
"You'd better have something pretty damned good to take its place, Daddy," Christy taunted.
"You can try this on for size – both of you!"
He dropped his pants. His rigid cock jutted like twanging steel.
"Both of us?" Helen smirked, egging him on.
"At the same time!" Brad said. "On your knees, bitches. Spread your asses for me and I'll make you forget about any damned dildo!"
"I think he means it," Christy said. Her mother sighed. "Well, if it's that important to him…"
So Christy and Helen dropped to all fours, offering their cunts from the rear. Then, with a driving cock-thrust, Brad Conway was dog-fucking one of them. A moment later, though, and he'd withdrawn from the first cunt to ram his hard-on into the second.
From there it was back and forth for Brad, as he continually switched his surging prick between their cunts. Proving his macho point, as much as any one man could do, he was fucking two pieces of ass at the same time.
"Take it, bitches, take it!" he said repeatedly during his frenzied double duty.
But Brad was only human. It caught up with him after so much nonstop action when he was shifting his cock from one cunt to the other.
"Oooooh, God," he moaned.
His wife and daughter looked over their shoulders. They saw Brad on his knees, his eyes glazed and his arms dangling by his sides. Only his cock moved, lurching in the air and helplessly coming outside the cunts it had been fucking.
Christy and her mother couldn't let it go to waste. Swiveling around, they joined tongues at Brad's crotch and lapped up his jizz together. By the time his cock and balls had been licked clean, he was sprawled on his back, out like a light.
"Fucked out of his mind again." His wife chuckled.
Then his daughter said, "He did it, though. Fucked us both at the same time. I knew he could. I knew we could get him to do it when he showed up and caught us with the dildo. Just wish I could explain to him now why I said all those awful things to him. It was just to make him mad enough to bring out the best in him. For his own good."
"I think he already knows," Helen said.
Christy saw what her mother meant – and nodded. For, as he slept, her father was grinning from ear to ear.