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Sexual Healing – Part Four

The snow hadn’t started yet, but the Weather Princess on the Weather Channel had promised it. Given the temperature and the feel of the night, Connie suspected the promise was going to be well-fulfilled by morning.
She was hoping other promises would be equally fulfilled.
Connie sat at one of the coveted window tables in the Cornelia Street Cafe. From time to time, Famous People walked by. One had even entered and was sipping a decaffeinated espresso at another table while other patrons pretended not to look at her. Connie had no inhibitions about staring till she was sure. After that, she was more interested in watching the street, for Kimberly.
As she thought about what she planned, she rubbed her tightly jean-clad thighs together. Just the memory of Kim’s lush body, all naked and writhing —
The tapping on the window startled her out of her reverie. Kim grinned and waved at her. She was wearing what looked to be a fake-fur coat and her legs were stockinged…her fabulous legs. Connie had paid her tab earlier, so she’d be ready. She scurried outside and they hugged.
“Sorry to be late!”
“Eight minutes? No problem.” They hugged again. Even through Kim’s fake fur and Connie’s heavy woolen coat, Connie could feel the press of Kim’s large breasts, and she thought again of those amazing, huge nipples and —
She caught herself and pulled back from the memory before she stared oozing right here in the middle of Greenwich Village.
“Well, I like to come on time.”
“And often.”
“I can’t believe we just said those things.”
“You’ll be pun-ished for it,” Connie assured her.
“There’s a woman inside staring at us.”
Connie turned. “Don’t mind her. She’s staring at you.”
“That looks like — ”
“It is. Let’s go get some nasties!” She slipped her arm through Kim’s and they walked up Cornelia, bumping hips even more often than was necessary because of the disparity of their strides.
They were delayed a bit at the corner. Traffic on West Fourth Street was frantic, desperate drivers taking stupid chances on the slippery pavement in order to flee all the more quickly the growing snowfall in the city. When the traffic had finally stopped — thirty seconds after the light turned red — the pair hurried across to the pink-painted bricks of the building housing the Pink Pussycat.
Connie sensed the hesitation in Kim.
“Feel like everyone is watching you?”
“Sort of.”
“They are — because they want you. But none of them know you, so — un-fuck ’em!”
Kim giggled and let herself be led down the short flight of steps into the sex-toy emporium.
Connie closed the door behind them as Kim surveyed the store from the inside. She’d passed it often enough, but had never worked up the nerve to enter. She looked to her right. Next to the entrance was a big, locked display case filled with dildoes, in more variety and flavors than she’d ever imagined possible.
Her jaw dropped and gaped at little bitty three-inch dildoes shaped like dog dicks or fingers; double-ended dildoes and dildoes shaped like a U, with a head on each leg of the U; dildoes shaped like nothing in nature; dildoes shaped like fists or upthrust hands — somefrighteningly close to life-sized, and cock-shaped dildoes.
The last group came in sizes ranging from normal to interesting to tempting to intriguing to gigantic to Run Away – It’s Heading Toward Us!
She turned to make a remark to Connie — and found herself alone! Kim frantically scanned the few customers at the counters and spotted her diminutive teacher-cum-lover. She hurried.
Connie was examining the vibrators under the glass of the counter when Kim clutched her arm.
“Don’t leave me alone like that!” Kim hissed.
“Sorry — look at that one!”
“Huh?”
Connie tapped the glass with one perfectly manicured finger. Kim stared. It looked like a standard kit — a hand-held vibrator with various attachments. But when she looked closer, she realized two of the attachments were not the usual.
One looked like a miniature feather duster, with about two inches of fragile-looking fronds protruding. The other unusual attachment was an inch-thick, two inch-long bit of stiff, pink rubber that curved sharply up at the business end and was capped by knob that look about an inch-and-a-half thick.
“Can I show you anything?”
The young woman was a punker, dressed completely in black and with the de rigeur spiked hair. She also had an un-punk face that was lovely, large gray eyes and the loveliest complexion either of the women had ever seen.
Connie noted a ripe young body within the black sweater and pants.
“This one,” she said, tapping the glass. As the clerk took it out, Connie added, “I’d like to hear it. I hate the sound these things make.”
The clerk stood and put the display box on the glass. “I know,” she agreed, opening the box and handing the machine to Connie. “Beastly racket. Really ruins the mood. Let me plug it in for you.” She bent at the waist, then straightened and grinned. “Give it a buzz.”
Kim giggled as Connie switched it on. The sound was barely audible. Connie smiled.
“It’s become very popular,” the clerk explained. “It’s well-made and produces very little noise…itself, if you know what I mean.” She’d added the last to Kim, who promptly blushed, then relaxed and giggled again.
“Even with the attachments in place — ” The clerk popped the standard rounded hard-plastic cap on the vibrating metal rod. “Touch it to the glass.”
The sound was less than either customer expected. Connie put it against her palm and pressed. No rattling within the machine, either.
“It’s $89.95,” the clerk said, “but the price will probably come down in a few months — ”
“I’ll take this,” Connie announced.
A third customer wandered over. “Is it noisy?” asked a cultured, utterly feminine voice. The clerk and her original two customers looked at her.
The woman exuded sensuality. Tall for a Japanese woman, with thick black hair that cascaded to the shoulders of her well-tailored coat, she had a beautiful face, soft, full lips and a somehow innocent curiosity in her large, dark eyes that couldn’t cancel the effect of her ripe body. When she realized all three were looking at here, she hastily apologized: “I am so sorry to intrude.” To the clerk: “When you have a moment, please?”
“No intrusion,” Connie said quickly. “Here, see for yourself!” She put the machine in the woman’s gloved hand. The Japanese woman switched the machine on and her eyes widened at the low volume of noise. Holding the vibrating knob against her hand, she looked at the box and the other implements.
“May I?”
“Please,” Connie said, stepping back. The woman turned off the machine and replaced the knob with the feather duster. When she flipped the switch this time, she held the little fronds against her cheek and her eyes half-closed.
“I’ll take it!” she said quickly, flipping off the machine.
“I’ll be with you in a moment,” the clerk said. “Will there be anything else?” she asked Connie and Kim.
“Go ahead and ring her up,” Connie said. “We’re not done yet.”
“I think someone is planning a party,” the clerk whispered and smiled as she motioned to the elegant Japanese woman.
As Connie led Kim back toward the front of the store — and the dildoes — Kim whispered, “More? Are you kidding? Half of that kit will wipe out my playtime budget — ”
“That’s for me,” Connie said. “So are two of the next four things I plan to buy.”
The clerk was at their side a moment later. “Guess she’s planning a party, too.” She nodded toward the Japanese woman, who was examining a collection of oils and lubricants. “Found anything you like?”
Connie pointed. “That one — ” A U-shaped dildo crowned with a pair of only slightly-larger-than-lifesize knobs. “– that one — ” A funny little thing that Kim only slowly recognized as a butt-plug. ” — and that one.”
“This one?” The clerk was reaching into the case and indicating a twelve-inch double-ended dildo.
“No — *that* one.”
Kim again gaped. Connie was buying what looked like a twenty-inch long double-header…and the clerk could barely close her fingers about its girth.
“And a pair of Joni’s Butterflys,” Connie said.
As the clerk went behind the counter to finish gathering and start totaling the purchases, Kim whispered urgently, “Did you see the size of that thing? I hope you don’t think I — ”
Connie turned Kim face to hers and kissed her, full and heavy, on the mouth — silencing her.
“Trust me.”
“But — which two am I paying for?”
“The butt plug and a Joni’s Butterfly. We’ll put it all on my Amex; double-warranty that way.” Connie snickered as she imagined herself calling American Express: “Yes, the FuckForever vibrating kit I bought was guaranteed for a year of trouble-free use and just eight months later, the damned thing burned out.”
At the register, the clerk finished adding up the damage: “That’ll be…$245.92. Cash or charge?” Connie passed her that Little Green Card. As she wrote up the charge slip, the clerk said, “Oh, since you bought more than two hundred worth, you have a choice of twelve free batteries or a tube of our special fruit-scented orgy lube.”
The Japanese woman had wandered close. “Excuse me. Take thebatteries. The lubricant smells awful and tastes worse.”
They looked at the clerk. “Tastes like shit,” she agreed. “Dogs run screaming when they smell it.”
Connie signed her invoice while asking, “Do you come here often?”
“Until a year ago, never. But since my gentleman friend left me… almost every month.”
Connie passed back the slip and gave the Japanese woman a long look. “Did he go blind or stupid?”
The woman smiled charmingly. “He could not remain sanguine in the face of my sapphic infidelities.”
Connie blinked and then it registered. “Ahhh, well, I’m very sorry. I’m Connie and I am pleased to have met you…”
“Emily.” She shook Connie’s hand, then turned to Kim.
“This is Kim.”
“A delight.” She held Kim’s hand a moment longer than necessary. “Perhaps we will meet again, here.”
“That’d be nice,” Kim stammered. Connie accepted their bagged purchase from the clerk and they left.
Outside, in the now-blowing snow, Connie said, “I think she’d like to join us.”
“I — I think I might have liked that, too — but not tonight. Not now.” She took a deep breath. exhaling billows of steam in the chill night. “Well, I’m parked in the garage up Sixth.” She led Connie, for change. As they waited to cross Sixth Avenue, Kim finally said, “Would you be mad if I said I wish we could’ve gotten her name?”
“Furious.” Connie held a piece of white tag board in front of Kim’s face. It was a business card. Emily’s name, address and office and home phone numbers were on it. “She slipped it in my pocket while she was giving you goosebumps.”
“She’s an lawyer?”
“So we have to call her. Didn’t your mother always want to see you get involved with a doctor or lawyer? Light’s changed.” Connie strode out onto Sixth Avenue, leaving a stunned Kimberly rooted in drifting snow behind her. Kim barely caught up before the light changed. She scooped snow from the nearest car — which was parked at a fire hydrant — and delivered said snow to the back of Connie’s neck. They shrieked and giggled and raced to the garage.* * *
“Let’s see, this goes here — I think…”
Kim watched as Connie tried to decipher the straps for the Joni’s Butterfly. It was an absurdly flesh-colored triangle of latex, with raised nubbins on the little vertical ridge meant to fit into the labia. It was held in place by elastic red-and-black straps that some fool had probably thought were sexy. One strap went around each thigh at garter height, the other went around the waist.
“I think that’s it.” Connie lifted the small, black plastic control set. “Feels funny.” She popped open the case and inserted a pair of double-A batteries. She snapped the case shut and thumbed the slide switch slightly, until a low buzz was audible — and visible.
“Oooooooh, jeeeeez…” Connie sat, abruptly, on the bed, her eyes out of focus and her nipples hard. Except for the Butterfly, she was as naked as Kim, a state they had reached, with much giggling and caressing and surprising speed, very shortly after closing the door behind them.
Now she was starting to moan as an orgasm gathered in Connie’s flat belly. She saw Kim’s huge, broad nipples hardening, till it looked as if the entire ends of her large, firm breasts were covered with some sort of enormous swellings. Connie’s hips were moving almost against her will as Kim reached over and took the little black control box from Connie’s lax fingers.
“What — ” Connie started to ask, and then Kim thumbed the control up higher. The buzzing sound grew louder.
So did Connie.
“AUUUGGGHHH!” She dropped both hands over the latex and crammed it against her cunt as she fell back, writhing, on the bed, her legs bent over the edge and her belly rippling as the orgasm tore through her. Kim leaned over and lightly tongued Connie’s ferociously swollen left nipple, then the right one. and finally lowered the rheostat control to its lightest setting — without turning it off.
“You gotta try this,” Connie gasped when her orgasms had subsided sufficiently to allow speech.
Kim nodded and dropped the control box to the bed beside her still spasming lover. She stood, young, voluptuous and burning with lust, and began fixing her Butterfly in place. Connie simultaneously loaded a pair of double-A batteries into the control box for Kim’s device. Connie’s hands were trembling.
As soon as Kim had snapped the last garter into place, Connie thumbed the slide control and watched Kim’s face go slack with pleasure. She reached up to her and guided Kim down onto her while Kim groped for and found the control for Connie’s Butterfly.
They pushed the controls up at the same time as they kissed. Instantly, each locked the other in a rib-bruising embrace as the little latex nubbins began vibrating on their engorged clits and sopping pussies, sending both into paroxysms of pleasure.
As they writhed together, Kim gradually used her greater size and strength to spread Connie’s arms and legs on the bed beneath her. Her tits hung right over Connie’s face, a happy situation of which Connie quickly took full advantage. She mouthed Kim’s gorgeous nipples, trying and failing to get a liplock on them, then lightly clamping her teeth on the turgid, over-sized teats. She worried one, then the other, then rapidly turned her head from side to side, the faster to work her young lover high and farther into orgasm.
Kim simultaneously ground her pelvis down at Connie till their Butterflys were pressed against each other. Kim used her shins to hold Connie’s ankles against the bed and fucked at her hungrily, grinding Connie’s — and her own — Butterflys into their cunts and clits.
“C’mon, you slut!” Kim hissed. “Cum for me! Cum!”
The words suddenly pushed Connie over the edge. She arched up at the larger woman, her cunt contracting hungrily and the dual vibrators hummed and buzzed her into a mammoth orgasm.
Feeling Connie’s explosion triggered Kim’s. She arched her head back and wailed, loud and long, grinding down with her buzzing cunt against Connie’s shaking crotch. Kim shuddered violently and fell off Connie, rolling onto the bed. She was still twitching and shivering when Connie found and lowered the controls on both their vibrator.
Connie recovered first. She stood on unsteady knees and wobbled to the bag containing their other purchases. She bounced off the door jamb on her way out of the bedroom.
Kim gradually came down from her sex-stoned high. She had wanted Connie so desperately that she would have had a series of huge orgasms in any event; the devices had merely triggered the explosions. Yet, for all her cumming, she still craved Connie — and more!
Slowly, Kim became aware of the sound of running water. Shower? No, it was the kitchen. She tried to call out a question to Connie, but found her throat wasn’t working quite right at the moment.
Then the water stopped and a few seconds later, Connie returned — carrying the butt plug, the U-shaped dildo with the knobs and the enormous, 20-inch long double-dong.
“I’d forgotten how much it turns me on to the pushed around a little in bed — and how juicy I get when my lover talks dirty!” She dropped the toys on the bed beside Kim. “Now, get your K-Y out, honey, because I’m really feeling slutty, now!”

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Long time, no see my readers. Too many of my stories got axed when age restrictions changed, now I’m older and so are my ladies.

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The Bradford Family Saga Part 10

“I’m in ass-fucker’s heaven!” John roared. His trembling hands gripped Marsha’s
asscheeks and his hips swung back and forth, driving his fat, rigid cock up her
asshole again and again.
“I swear,” he huffed, “fucking your ass, girl, is almost as good as screwing any
other woman’s pussy. Hot damn, you’ve got a tight one!”
“Fuck my pussy, Uncle John!” Marsha ordered. Her body bordering on violent
eruption craved a hard cock in her cunt.
“Fuck it good!” she demanded.
As John pulled his cock from Marsha’s ass, Mike grabbed his shoulder and pushed
him away. “My turn!” he snapped.
Marsha thrust her ass higher exposing her glistening blonde cunt. With a groan,
her father pushed the bulbous head of his cock between her pussylips, and with
an easy stab, buried his entire cock in his daughter pulsating cunt.
“Ahhhhh!” he moaned in satisfaction. “Hot, tight pussy!” He fucked rapidly,
grunting with each plunge of his long cock, his belly smacking up against
Marsha’s ass.
Marsha squealed, driving her tongue deeper into her mother’s creamy cunt,
wiggling her ass lewdly as her father screwed her pussy.
His body shaking with lust, and frustration, John squeezed his cock, hard,
working the skin back and forth. It throbbed painfully. Frantically, he looked
around and spied his sister’s, dreamy-eyed face. Her mouth was open and she was
breathing rapidly. Lunging forward, he grabbed her head and speared his thick
prick into her gaping mouth, forcing her lips wide, driving his ass-flavored
cock to the very edge of her throat. Carol gagged and wrinkled her nose at the
noxious odor. She tried to pull back, but John had her head pinned and was
pumping his prick lustily into her mouth. Catching her breath, she ran her
tongue around the meaty shaft, savoring its different taste, the aroma no longer
as bad. My cunt, she thought. Marsha’s ass! Mike’s cock in her cunt! John’s
prick in her cunt! She could see them joined together; attached by their
smoldering loins; mouth and cock, pussy and prick, mouth and cunt; almost the
entire family! All that was missing was Peter’s cock up her ass!
The sudden erotic flash send a stream of hot pussycream to her cunt, that rolled
over Marsha’s lapping tongue and down her waiting throat. Carol caressed her
brother’s ponderous balls, rolling them in their sac; then, her cravings
aroused, she began to suck his thick cock in deep earnest.
“I guess that leaves only us, lover,” Mary said. She stood in front of Peter,
legs wide and hands on hips; the black splash of cunt-hair spread out in a thick
triangle between her legs, directly in front of his eyes. Peter gazed at her
voluptuous body; the high jutting tits and smooth, rounded thighs. His
semi-erect cock twitched as it remembered the hot passion of her tight pussy.
Hungrily, he licked his dry lips and put the video camera down.
Her lips were warm and her mouth tasted surprisingly salty. His hands enclosed
her tits and the nipples hardened as the heat of his palms warmed her sensitive
skin. Mary held his shoulders and straddled him; one leg on the floor, the
other, high up, on the bolster of the sofa. His now rock hard cock stood poised
directly beneath her gaping hole. He could see the fat, puffy lips peeking
deliciously through the jungle of cunt-hair. Slowly, she lowered her body onto
his twitching prong, shifting her hips as she slid down the hot length of his
meaty shaft, seating his cock firmly in her cunt.
“Oooooooo,” she mewed seductively. “Eight inches of beautiful cock! Oh, how I
love it!”
“Nine inches!” he said wickedly. “And it’s all for you sweet Aunt of mine. All
for you!”
“Oh, yes, Peter! Yes! Give it all to me! I want it! Fuck me, Peter, fuck me!”
She hissed at him, as her knees flexed and her stuffed cunt traveled the entire
length of his rampant cock. She threw her head back and, rapidly, began to
piston her hips up and down, plunging his throbbing prick into her incredibly
wet, lusting pussy; her body suddenly shimmying, as sharp jolts of electricity
pulsed through her.
Mary squirmed as the blinding surge of pleasure washed over her enflamed body,
stoking the hot fires of her loins again. Pussyjuice gushed out of her, running
like hot sap down her thighs. Peter’s hard cock was thrilling her, driving her
demanding body to greater and greater exertion. She felt the tightness in her
thighs, the beginning of leg cramps, but she ignored it and with machine-like
precision, forced them to drive her wanton hips up and down his massive fucking
tool.
Carol was on the verge of losing control. She felt an icy tingle on her hot skin
and the start of a shivering spasm, the forewarning of a violent orgasm. John’s
cock stuffed her mouth and stretched her lips wide. She could feel the pain all
the way up her jaw line. Marsha’s tongue and corkscrewing fingers refused to
give her a respite. Relentless, and without mercy, they drove her body to the
very edge of an uncharted, bottomless abyss. Dimly, through barely focused eyes,
she was aware of Mary’s naked ass straddling her son, her hips pounding on
Peter’s huge cock, but she wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or not. But she could
feel Marsha’s face mash against her cunt as Mike drove his cock in and out of
the squirming hole. They were going to cum! All of them!
Marsha’s free hand dug into the soft flesh of her tender thighs; Carol opened
her mouth to scream and a tidal wave of cum flooded her throat.
“Awwwww, yeahhhh!” John bellowed. “Suck! Suck my cock!”
“Cummmmmmm’ … ” Marsha wailed.
Carol closed her eyes, swallowed a mouthful of frothy cum, and exploded between
her legs as Marsha’s tongue and thrusting fingers broke the dam. Like as vise,
her legs clamped shut, imprisoning Marsha’s wiggling face; the tremors of her
daughter’s erupting body surging through her legs, to her own squirming, gushing
cunt.
“I’m cumming!” Mike grunted. “Jesus Christ! Ahhhhh!”
Shaking out of control, his body riding Marsha’s trembling form, Mike grabbed
her magnificent tits and used them, brutally, to lunge his hosing cock deeper
into his daughter’s bursting cunt.
Carol was delirious. The potent aroma of hot cum filled her senses. She choked
as the cum flooded her throat and overflowed her mouth. She gulped as best she
could, but cum escaped her mouth, ran down her chin and dripped on her heaving
tits. Like a vacuum cleaner, she sucked and licked and swallowed; all the time
smashing her shaking hips against Marsha’s twisting face.
Breaking free, Marsha screamed her lust and passion as her head turned,
frantically, from side to side. Severe tremors rocked her body as her father’s
cock pulsed madly in her battered and juicy cunt. She could feel the overflowing
cum leak out of her pussy and ooze down her trembling inner legs. Like runners,
at the end of a marathon, they each sagged down to the floor and collapsed,
totally exhausted. Only Carol still had the strength to pick her head up when
she heard Mary scream.
“Aggggggggghhhhhhhh!!!”
Mary was gagging; mouth agape, and her head lolled like a cork in water. She
looked like she was either in great pain or great pleasure. Peter had flipped
his Aunt to the floor, rolled her over onto all fours, and stabbed his big tool
all the way up her exposed asshole. The pleasure-pain had almost make her faint.
“Oooooooo, yesssss!” she purred, shaking with excitement as Peter’s cock started
to stroke up her hot rear hole.
“Hell, what’s happening?” John asked to no one in particular, his head back and
his eyes still closed.
Marsha giggled. “Peter’s just repaying the compliment you gave my ass before,
uncle John,” she said. “And lucky Aunt Mary is enjoying the hell out of it.”
Even tired, her voice had a tinge of envy to it.
Mary squirmed and her eyes glazed with pleasure as her sweaty nephew humped her
tight butt-hole; each powerful lunge sending scorching sensations rippling
through her body, down to her dripping cunt. Pussyjuice bubbled from her cunt
smearing Peter’s swinging balls as they banged against her throbbing pussy. She
dug her nails into the carpet pile and humped back at him, her ass mashing
against his crotch in a hot push, pull; her body demanding release.
“Fuck me!” she squealed. “Ooooh, fuck my ass, Peter!!”
“I’m gonna cum!” Peter panted. “Fuck my cock! FUCK!”
They screamed in unison as their climaxes exploded in their sweaty, lust-filled
bodies.
***************************
Carol wasn’t sure how long she had slept, but she knew she had dozed off. They
all had; each entwined with another, until everyone provided a head rest or a
soft shoulder. Now awake, she felt slightly cramped and sore. But it was a good
sore; a warm, languid feeling – something to be enjoyed while it lasted. She
turned her head slowly. Marsha’s head was resting on her shoulder, her body
protectively covered by Peter’s. Mike lay next to her, his shoulder touching
hers; Mary’s head in his lap. John’s limp body partially covered Mary’s sleeping
form, his hand draped, casually, over her recently ravished ass.
Carol took a deep breath. The pungent smell of sex was all around her, like a
heady perfume. She longed to stretch, but that was impossible. She would have
woken everyone up, and as much as she loved these wonderful people, she
treasured this solitary moment. Resting her head against the wall, she let her
mind drift backwards, remembering the last few hours, beginning with Mary’s
violent ass-fucking orgasm; how she bucked wildly against Peter’s pounding cock,
how he dug his fingers into her tender ass-flesh, holding her steady so he could
ram his prick in, all the way to the base. Mary had screamed, pounded the floor
with her fists, tore at the carpet, then she arched up, her perky ass impaled on
Peter’s massive spike, shuddered and collapsed in a heap, like a rag doll. Carol
was sure it had been the most intense cum Mary had ever had from a butt-fuck.
The glint of leaking pussyjuice could be seen flowing freely from her bubbling
cunt, down her shaking thigh and into the crevice of her ass.
Carol remembered her own reaction: tight chest, heavy breathing, hot-cold
sensations, and a new gush of cunt lube filling her pussy. Her asshole had
twitched involuntarily, as she remembered Peter’s beautiful cock stretching her
own back hole wide, forcing its way past the protective outer ring, and filling
her body with wild surges of perverted excitement. Trembling, she had crawled
over to Mary’s supine body, somehow hoping to share the magic she knew her
sister- in-law was feeling. Tenderly, she kissed Mary’s lips; the taste of
John’s cum still in her mouth. Slowly, she felt the spark of response, the
slight jerk of Mary’s tongue sliding into her moist warmth and the gentle,
feminine fingers on her sensitive tits. She had moaned, softly, as the heat of
their bodies mingled, like a gentle mating of sand and sea. Warm pussycream had
leaked from her cunt and was slowly trailing down her leg.
The gentle hands were suddenly replaced by stronger, rougher, more demanding
ones; squeezing, kneading, roughly playing with her tit-flesh. The hot flash of
searing heat in her cunt was almost immediate. She had opened her mouth to gasp,
only to have it filled with hard, hot cock. Blinking her eyes, she recognized
her husband’s long, lovely cock and the tang of Marsha’s cuntjuices still
clinging to warm flesh. Her tongue started to wash the heavy knob and she had
savored the man/woman taste as her saliva trickled back down her throat.
Glancing backwards, she saw her brother’s excited face. His cock was hard, too,
and pushing upright against the crack of her ass; his hands squeezing and
pulling on her hot tits. She remembered how the warm glow of rising heat
enfolded her body, how her eyes misted and closed in wonder as the sensations –
the wonderful, exciting, totally taboo sensations – flowed outward from her cunt
to all parts of her body and the sudden jab of hard cockmeat filling her wet,
tender pussy bringing her out of the dreamlike stupor, back to the sharp reality
of a hot, driving prick.
Her eyes had moved around, clearing; taking in the scene. She was sucking
Peter’s semi-erect prick! And she was straddling Mike’s thrusting hips! It was
his wonderful cock in her pussy. Where was Mary? And when did this all happen?
she wondered, idly, as her tongue and saliva worked around her son’s prick. The
taste of Mary’s cunt and ass were still on it, and the vicarious thrill of their
hot fuck session filled her mind blocking out the idle question. It was like
tongue-fucking Mary’s puckered hole! Now she had tasted both of them! Marsha and
Mary. Her body fired at the erotic thrill of it, adding to the fuck sensations
generated by Mike and Peter’s steely cocks, and John’s roaming hands.
“Shit!” Peter groaned. “What a mouth! I’m fucking hard again! Momma, you can
raise the dead!”
She had tried to smile at the compliment, but Peter’s hands held her head tight
against the base of his crotch; the full length of his huge cock deep in her
mouth. Soon, the tingling in her cunt was driving her mad. She raised her hips
up and leaned forward, giving Mike more room to hump into her volcano-like
pussy, and Peter, better access to her demanding mouth.
John spread her asscheeks wide, exposing her pink asshole, and blonde covered
pussy stuffed with cock.
“Christ, that’s a hellava sight! I should get the camera and put this on film.”
“No,” Marsha said, kneeling down beside him. Her face was flushed with a new
rise of excitement. “Put your cock in her ass, uncle John. Give her a three-way!
She deserves it.”
Carol remembered feeling a hot rush of pleasure when she heard her daughter’s
words. She had wiggled her pretty ass, obscenely, in consent. Pulling Peter’s
cock from her mouth, she hissed, “Oh, yes, Johnny, fuck my ass! Hard! Fill me up
with cocks; all of you. I need it so bad.”
“Yeah,” Mike chorused, in agreement, “screw her ass good, Johnny. We’ll give her
a ride she’ll never forget.”
His voice had been raspy, almost a choke. Playing with her hard nipples, and
watching her mouth slide, relentlessly, back and forth over Peter’s thick shaft
had enflamed his mind and stiffened his cock to an iron hardness that was almost
painful. He had reached up and pulled her rear cheeks even further apart,
stretching them to the very limits, giving John the ultimate target. Carol
remembered holding on to Peter’s cock, steadying herself in preparation for
John’s first ass-fuck lunge; the muscles of her butt contracting automatically
in hot anticipation. She had felt like she was drowning in a sea of erotic
pleasure.
“I’m going to put his cock in your ass, Mom,” Marsha had said, her voice tight
with excitement, “just the way Aunt Mary did that beautiful dildo. I’m going to
push it in all the way.”
Shaking with electric sensations, Carol had sensed, rather than seen, Marsha
take hold of her uncle’s thick cock; lovingly run her mouth and tongue over the
meaty shaft, lubricating it with her thick saliva, and placing the bulbous head
at the entryway of her tight rear end. She had gasped and her body stiffened as
the huge cockhead pressed against the neuter ring of her asshole.
She remembered screaming into Peter’s crotch as John’s cock forced its way up
her almost dry back-hole. She remembered the flashing lights before her eyes,
the wild, contorted movements of her impaled body; flinging her head from side
to side, her powerful jaws almost clamping down on Peter’s precious cock.
“Com’on, baby sister,” John wailed, “Com’on, you can do it! Suck that cock up
your ass! You know you love it!”
She remembered Marsha’s face close to hers, her hands roaming over her body, her
voice hoarse with excitement.
“He’s all the way up your ass, Mom! Can you feel him? Can you? … You have
three great cocks in you! God, you look wonderful!” she had hissed.
She had finally nodded, after gaining small control of her heaving chest. Her
eyes had remained closed, unfocused; clouded by a hot mist, filled with vibrant
colors of blinding passion. Her cunt was secreting bubbling pussycream like an
open water tap, and each thrust of the two rampart cocks, rubbing up against
each other, through the thin, separating, wall, sent another steamy stream
cascading down her fiery love tunnel. Carol could not remember ever feeling so
full, so excited, so high! Never had three cocks given her so much pleasure.
Every pore of her body was vibrantly alive; throbbing with anticipated wonder
and delight. She thrilled as her brother’s balls banged against her husband’s
up- thrusting cock, and she gagged delightedly as Peter’s cockhead bounced off
her tonsils, at the very entrance to her throat!
Now, she remembered Peter adjusting his fuck stoke into her unmoving mouth;
Marsha licking the slimy shaft as it slid by; his loud demands. She remembered
how they began to fuck her in unison, each one timing their stroke to meet the
frantic movements of her hips and face.
“Cum all over her!” she heard Marsha say, “Wash her body in cum!”
The words were like spurs to a race horse. She had heard the hard, loud
grunting, felt the quickening of their movements; the sudden, violent,
acceleration as they shoved their hard cocks into every fuck opening of her
screaming body. She was on the verge of a blissful death; her cunt ready to
explode in a violent tidal wave of hot, blinding pleasure.
“Cum! Cum all over me!” she had cried, grabbing Peter’s ready prick and harshly
fisting the steely fuckmeat. Her tongue flicked, wetly, at the angry purple head
and her hand flashed up and down the hot shaft.
Lovingly, she looked up at Peter’s contorted face; he was going to cum!
“Yes, baby, yes! Give me your cum!” Her voice had been a wail of anguish, then
her flaming body erupted.
Carol was jolted from her reverie when Marsha stirred, restlessly, against her
shoulder. She had been panting loudly, and almost woke her daughter up. She bit
her lip. The pain helped to control her rapid breathing and heaving chest. She
tried to recapture the memory of that impossible climax, but the first few
moments escaped her. Her cum had been so incredibly intense, so violent, she had
blanked out. She did remember their hot cum splashing against her face, her
stomach, her ass and back. She remembered her trembling body and shaking arms as
she rubbed Peter’s spurting cockhead all over her face. The wild, spraying, cum
juice shot into her hair and dribbling down her scalp, mixing with the other hot
streams sliding down her nose and cheeks.
Mike had pulled his throbbing cock out at the very last minute. His jism had
erupted like a searing volcano, each explosion smacking her stomach and tits
like little hammers, washing her body with love, then sliding down her belly and
straining legs. Lots of his love juice puddled around their mingled loin hairs.
She remembered, in wonderment, how his cock had slapped against her stomach,
twitching maddeningly, as his juice poured out.
Her brother had waited one second too long. Wailing, loudly, his first
shuddering explosion had flooded her asshole with a huge, hot, wave of erupting
passion. It crashed against the tender inner walls and receded with a rush,
flowing unchecked out of her asshole as it following John’s escaping cock. His
cock had shot huge spurts of cum all over until Marsha grabbed it and directed
the pulsating prick downward. Cum juice splashed in her hair, on her back and
ass, and ran down her body in what seem like a million tiny streams of released
passion. The images were vague and surreal, but the sensations were real and
vivid, and sprang to life immediately.
Another piece was missing, because the next thing she remembered was Marsha and
Mary licking her body with eager tongues, rubbing the silky wads of love juice
into her skin; sticking their tongues into the secrets of her ass and her cunt
and her mouth, extracting the musky taste of prick from each opening, searching
for any tiny stray droplet of sweet cum.
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