Fifteen years ago, just as Elaine had finished university, she had met Kevin. Our whole family saw right through this asshole, and straight into his demented core. Of course, Elaine fell head-over-heels in love with this wacko, and shortly after graduation was knocked-up and married to him. What could we do, we loved her, we loved our granddaughter Cynthia too; so, we sat back, though not silent, and every now and then, picked up the pieces left from Kevin and his destructive ways.

 

Then, that awful night almost six years ago, I'll never erase it from my memory. I truly believe, next to holding the hand of my wife as she took her last breath of life, succumbing to cancer, this night, too, would be forever carved in my mind. It was a little after 10:00 that night, when my nightly news watching on television was interrupted by a non-stop ringing of the doorbell. I could not think who would be at the door that late, and as I neared the door I felt a surge of panic take over me, like I knew what I would find on the other side would be my worst fear.

 

Opening the door, there hunched over, was my daughter Elaine and little Cynthia. As my daughter looked up at me, my heart nearly stopped. Her face was badly beaten and bleeding, she could barely get the words out.

 

Cynthia said, "Grandpa, daddy did it again. He came home and trashed the house, and hurt mommy."

 

As I reached for Elaine, she collapsed in my arms and I brought her slowly down to the hallway floor. I ran and called 911, then rushed back to comfort Elaine. I watched her mangled body struggling for air, and I cried. By the time they got her to the hospital, it was too late. The doctor, who came to tell me my daughter had passed, said she had severe trauma to the head and internal bleeding, all of which led to tremendous blood loss, which was too much for her body to handle. That was almost six years ago.

 

Elaine was smart, and made sure there would be no complications in my getting custody of Cynthia, in the case of her death. With that prick, Kevin, behind bars, I was all Cynthia really had.

 

When Cynthia first came to live with me, she was a sad and timid 9 ½ year old, who had been through so much in her short life. This, I believe, gave her wisdom far beyond her years. That first year was hard for both of us. I was 67, and was having to learn how to be a father again, which was, in a way, easy since I had always been a big part of Cynthia's life even before all this tragedy. Eventually, we both adjusted and fell into routines, her with school and friends, me with my early retirement and trying to start up a small internet business to pass the time. I have to say it was nice to see my Cynthia begin to perk up out of the gloom and become a happy 10 year old, and this brought sunshine into my days. I could not wait for her to walk through the door, after school, come in my office, wrap her arms around my neck and hug, and then tell me all about her day.

 

I guess you can say, my daytimes led to boredom more often than not, and this led me to fill my time with surfing the internet; which, of course, led me to porn. What a fascinating concept for an old coot like me, I can sit in the comfort of my own home and gaze at porn all day, and no one is the wiser. It has been ages since I've had the pleasures of a woman, and with all the tragedy I had lived through, I did not have time to pursue dating or the company of a woman. And, to be honest, I'm no spring chicken; all the drama in my life has probably aged me faster. I'm not in the best shape, gray and balding, and a bit of a spare tire for a mid-section. So, online porn became my convenience. It was nice to be able to download a dirty mpg, sit back, and stroke my cock as many times as I wanted to during my not so busy days.

 

Then recently, I stumbled on a site full of pictures and clips of old men with really young girls. My cock instantly came to life, pressing achingly against the confines of my trousers. Undoing my trousers and freeing my cock, I clicked on a pictured of an aged old man with white hair, dipping his tongue and fat finger into, what must be, the sweetest tasting hairless pussy of some pre-pubescent blonde. As I began to stroke my cock, I could not help but wish I were the man in that picture. Oh, how my cock ached, I stroked faster, my breathing quickened, and I felt the familiar tightening in my balls. I wanted to be that man, I wanted to lick that little girl's pussy, and taste her sweet nectar. I was so overcome by desire for this little girl and my cock erupted, spurting streams of hot white cum all over the place. It was such a release, I've not cum like that in so long, yet it also opened up a new need—I needed a young girl.

 

I had just enough time to clean myself up before Cynthia got home from school. Today was her last day of school before the start of spring recess. This meant I would have her around most of the days for a week. I was looking forward to spending some time with her, and now I had even more reason to want some special quality time with her.

 

When Cynthia walked in the living room, after school, I drank her in. I had not noticed that she was actually beginning to bud small mounds where her once flat chest had been, and the sight made my cock throb. She was about 4 foot 6 now, and maybe 85 pounds the most, with strawberry blonde wavy shoulder length hair that looked so soft, and big dark brown eyes, which could always get me to do whatever she wanted. Shifting in my recliner, my mind was reasoning my cock into behaving. Her youthful beauty entranced me.

 

Cynthia flopped into my lap, wrapped her arms around me, and hugged me hello. Then chimed right in with the days gossip about who did this and that, what she got on her test in math, and how she and her friends were already planning her birthday party, which was two months away. I just gazed at her innocent beauty, and could not believe that she would be eleven soon. It was so comforting having her cozy up with me, we were close, and now I wanted to be even closer; but would she. I could not believe I was thinking this about my granddaughter, but I was. I wanted to touch her, to teach her, and enjoy her in everyway, but would she let me? I knew I had to put this out of my mind for the moment, as I felt my cock stirring. So, I suggested we go get ready to go out for dinner, making the excuse that I wanted to start her vacation off right, and she was only too eager to go.

 

After dinner, we decided to catch a movie. It was some teen horror flick she was begging to see, which I found boring and let my mind drift off to thoughts of Cynthia and my need to have her. Again, my cock sprang to life, and as it did Cynthia brought her hand to mine and clasped it tightly. Then, I did something, I had to test the waters; so, I brought her hand in mine to my lap and held hands against my bulging hardness. She didn't move, she didn't say a thing, so, I eased my hand from hers and left hers there alone on my hard throbbing cock. After a few minutes of her hand lying on top of my clothed erection, her thumb began to lightly caress my bulge. I thought I was going to explode right there. I didn't know if she knew what she was doing, or if she was just engrossed in the movie and thought it was my leg, but I was not going to stop her to ask. This went on for a while; the slow teasing of my cock by my, maybe unaware, granddaughter, and it was more than I could take. I excused myself to the bathroom, and stroked off, yet another, powerful wad of cum.

 

When we got home from the movies, I told Cynthia it was late, and time for her to go to bed. She hugged me, and thanked me for the movie and ran up the stairs to ready for bed. Before I headed off to my room, I checked in on her and said goodnight, then got myself ready for bed.

 

Shortly after I dozed off, Cynthia was at my bedside nudging me awake.

 

"What's wrong Cynthia", I asked. She was standing at my bedside, a bit pale and obviously frightened.

She said, "Grandpa, you shouldn't have let me see that movie, I'm scared. Can I sleep with you tonight?"

 

Now, I know I had died and gone to heaven. How could I say no to her, her eyes teary and mouth pouting, and an opportunity to feel her tender body next to mine.

 

"Sure honey scoot in here with Grandpa", is what I said.

 

Cynthia snuggled up close to me, and I could feel her body trembling with fear.

 

"Grandpa, my tummy feels achy because I'm so scared."

 

"How can I make it feel better?" I asked.

 

"Can you rub my tummy like you use too when I didn't feel good?"

 

I couldn't believe the luck I had just ran into. It was good enough, for the moment, having her little body next to me in bed, but now I was given permission to touch her body, and I was going to take full advantage of this. "Sure honey." And with that, my hand glided over her blue nightie, rubbing gently over her stomach.

 

"How does that feel Cynth?"

"Not too much better yet Grandpa."

"Sweetie, just relax and Grandpa will make it all better, you trust me right?"

"Grandpa I always trust you."

"Good, that's my good girl."

 

I kept rubbing her stomach, and slowly her body began to relax. With each swirl of my hand, I made sure that her nightie would rise up a little bit more. Then my hand felt the first contact with the skin of her stomach, so soft like silk, and my body tingled, waking my cock from its slumber. The motion of my hand began to cover more area, and my fingertips slid over her budding breast. They were not quite developed yet, but the youthful nubs felt wonderful under my fingertips. Cynthia's body was totally relaxed, and she made no effort to stop me from doing what I was doing.

 

"Grandpa that feels so nice."

"Cynth do you want me to keep rubbing?"

"Yes, don't stop. I feel so good."

"Well Honey, I know how to make it feel even better."

"Really, How Grandpa?"

"Let's get you out of this nightie so I can make sure I get all the spots that ache?"

 

I helped Cynthia off with her nightie, and now she lay next to me topless. I resumed rubbing her, only now, my hand went directly to her tiny breast mounds. Caressing one at a time, taking turns with each bud. My fingers twirled her pre-puberty nipples, and she moaned, not in pain, but in an obviously pleasured tone.

 

"You know you are Grandpa's special girl, and I'd never do anything to hurt you. I want to always make you feel good. Do you like what Grandpa is doing to you?"

 

"Oh yes Grandpa. I feel so warm, and it makes me feel good all over."

 

"That's good honey, because that means your body likes to be touched like this. Do you want me to make you feel even better?"

 

"MMMMM yes Grandpa," was all she could say as she was clearly getting lost in the new feelings her body was getting from my hands on her breast buds.

 

I lowered my lips to her chest, and slid them over each little bud. I couldn't believe how silky her skin felt under the calloused skin of my fingers. I suckled one of her buds into my mouth, not much there, but enough for my tongue to flick and lick, before making my way over to the other. Cynthia was moaning at each new sensation I was stimulating in her. I knew she was mine, and I could do whatever I wished. Kissing up her neck, and taking in the scent of her hair, which carried a hint of strawberry to match the color, I made my way to her lips, and pressed mine gently down on hers, and then, I let my tongue part her lips. She didn't object, she didn't fight, and she let my tongue touch hers. It was obvious that she didn't know what to do, so, I whispered in her ear, "Follow what Grandpa does with his tongue." She did, and soon, our tongues were teasing, and playing with each other. My cock was throbbing hard, and I eased it out of my boxers, letting it rest against her hip.

 

"Do you want to make Grandpa feel good like you?"

"How can I do that Grandpa?"

 

I brought her hand to my cock, and placed it over it. "This is Grandpa's cock. If you hold it in your hand and stroke it up and down, it will make Grandpa feel good like you." Cynthia began to rub my cock, her small hand fit snuggly around it, she stroked up and down, and not too fast. I thrusted my cock against her gripping hand, fucking it slowly, and trying not to explode yet.

 

"Do you feel good Grandpa?"

"OOOH yes baby girl, Grandpa feels really good. You are doing a good job. Can you kiss Grandpa's cock?"

 

Cynthia bent her head down to my cock and kissed the tip, then licked the bit of pre-cum that had escaped my cock. "Lick my cock sweetie, and then let it slide in your mouth." She was good at following what I said, and began to lick the shaft of my cock up and down. Her small tongue bathed my cock, and then she slipped it passed her lips. Her mouth, not wide at all, eagerly tried to take in as much of my cock as she could. "Cynth slide it in and out of your mouth, it will make me feel so good, and when that happens, I will explode my cum in your mouth." Cynthia sucked on my cock, up and down slowly, her mouth was tight around my cock and I knew I would not last much longer. I held her head and began to fuck her tiny mouth watching every inch that she could take disappear within her mouth. I couldn't take it any longer, "Ready honey, Grandpa is going to cum in your good little girl mouth." And with that, I let loose spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth. She couldn't swallow it all, and it began to seep from the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin. She looked beautiful like that. When I pulled my cock from her mouth, I told her to lick her lips to my cum, and she did.

 

"Grandpa did I make you feel good?"

"Oh yes, Honey you made me feel really good, you are my good little girl."

(Part 2 will follow)

Donna spoke up then. “Plan.”

“Plan? For what, Punkin?”

“Lynn’s birthday party, silly. I was hoping for next weekend, starting Friday night, and running through whenever.”

“What will her mother say, with Lynn being out of the house that long?”

Then Lynn’s sleepy voice and eyes came into the conversation. “I think she’ll be cool, especially since she'll be one of the guests. But I also think that we’ll have to plan this carefully. She’s not used to being naked with others, and we’ll have to work her into this slowly. I mean, despite ‘house rules’, we’ll all have to at least start out clothed. Then later…”

“Well, I’ll leave the details to you three girls. Just let me know the time, etc.”

By Friday, I had almost forgotten the plans they were concocting. But Donna reminded me after I got home from work. “Daddy, do you remember that Lynn’s birthday party is tonight?”

“I do now. Is her mother coming too?”

“Yep, Lynn talked her into it this week. And we have a plan for introducing her to our lifestyle. It won’t involve anything with you directly. Just let us girls handle everything, OK?”

“That’s enough to make me worry right there” I joked. “But OK, I’ll trust your judgment, Donna. Just make sure things don’t go too far, or our little fun will be spoiled, perhaps forever.”

“I understand, Daddy. We’re going to provide the food, cake, and ice cream, but I need you to go to the store and get some ice, wine coolers and soft drinks. And hurry, ‘cause they’ll be arriving in about an hour.”

With that, I set off for the store. I bought different wine cooler flavors, along with the requested soft drinks, making sure I had enough for a long party. I arrived back home with only a couple of minutes to spare. Donna informed me that this was to be very casual, so I needed to change out of my work clothes. By the time I had completed this task, Lynn and her mother were pulling into the driveway. Elizabeth was cooking hot dogs on the grill in the back yard, and chairs and the picnic table were already set up. I noticed an ice chest, and I put the drinks and ice in immediately.

By this time, Lynn and her mother were already in the house. “Mr. Light,” she said with a wink, “…meet my mother Claire. Mom, this is Bob Light.”

“Please, call me Bob. Lynn may call me Bob also, if you don’t have any problem with that, Claire.”

“No, Bob, I can’t stand the Mr. or Mrs. thing, so first names are fine with me. So what do you do, Bob?” And our conversation was begun. Claire was easy to talk with, and she seemed very intelligent and personable. But just as importantly, Claire was a knockout. 36B-24-36 figure, dark brown shoulder-length hair, and beautiful dark brown eyes. She was a professional in her own right. I wondered how her first husband could let her go, but was thankful that he did. And boy, did she love wine coolers. The girls were having a good time too, with music cranked up, plenty of food, and occasional sips of wine coolers when they thought no one was looking.

As Claire and I continued our non-stop talking and drinking, the girls disappeared into the house without either of us noticing. The combination of the music and wine played equal parts there. A few minutes later, all three came outside, arm in arm, wearing nothing but their shorts. Claire seemed a little taken aback, but since I was the only male here, quickly relaxed again. They got out the hose then, and a major water battle ensued. Naturally, they managed to get Claire and I involved, and soon, all of us were completely soaked. Claire’s boobs were easily seen through her white T-shirt, once the girls had completely sprayed her down. And to my delight, she was wearing no bra. The girls then managed to get into a wrestling match, and soon their gym shorts were off, revealing that they had no undies on. Their next victim was me, and with 3 against one odds, I had no chance, and was down to my birthday suit quickly (though with little fight from me). Then all three went after a somewhat drunk Claire, and with little effort on their part had her clothes off as well.

“Claire” I said. “Welcome to the way of life at the Light’s. I hope it doesn’t offend you.”

“Well, at first, I didn’t know what to think, with all three girls coming out of the house semi-nude, but when they stripped each other, I knew I’d been set up. Not that I’m complaining, mind you…”

“I must say that you have the most beautiful body here” I quickly said. “There’s something to be said for maturity, I think.” I noticed that she had freckles in various places on her body, and her cunt hair perfectly matched the hair on her head. “Do you work out?”

“I mostly just run, but it keeps the fat off.”

“It certainly does” I echoed. “But now for the big question. Claire, do you want this to be just a nude party, or would you like to take things farther?” I asked this as I reached out and stroked her nipples.

“But what about the girls?”

“So you’re open to something more?”

Claire responded “I haven’t had sex since my ass of a husband left me several years ago. So yes, I’m open to trying something tonight. But again, what about the girls?”

Then Lynn jumped into this. “What about us, Mom? Would you be mad if we were participants?”

Claire thought about this for a moment. “But you’re all so young. Is it a good thing for teenagers to be having sex so early? And what about pregnancy and disease and…”

“Mom, Mom, stop! Here’s the story. We’ve been doing it with each other for a while now, all the girls are on the pill, except Elizabeth, who hasn’t started her periods yet. And we all just have fun with each other, and wanted you to be involved too.”

“But it doesn’t seem fair that the man has the partners, but not the girls.”

“Mom, everyone does it with everyone else. We don’t need anybody else to be involved. Besides, if too many are involved, people would talk, and you know what kind of trouble that would cause. We are happy with just our small group. Whoever wants to have sex at that moment is welcome, and if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. There’s no pressure to do anything. Just stop worrying and start doing.”

“Except for one thing” chimed in Elizabeth. “Claire, you have probably noticed that you’re the only one here who still has all her pussy hair. I think we need to do something about that before anything else gets started. Anybody with me on this?”

When everybody else voiced their support for Elizabeth’s position, Claire gave in. “All right, I guess it’s only fair. But I want Bob to do the honors.” Elizabeth ran in and got the scissors and razor from the house, and told Claire to sit on the table, with her legs spread wide. I then began cutting away her straight dark brown pussy hair.

“How far do you want me to go, Claire? Just on the lips, or everywhere?”

She replied “Since the girls are all bald, I might as well join them. Bald it is!”

I went to work on her pussy with the scissors again, then used some soap and water to help out when I used the razor. Soon, all her pussy hair was gone, and she looked just like the girls. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

I started stroking Claire’s nipples then, and kissed her behind her ears, and any resistance began to melt. She seemed to be most interested in me at the moment, so the three girls just watched us for a while, fingers playing in their cunts and on their nipples. For my part, I just kissed Claire’s neck and ears, and she continued melting in my arms. I worked my way down her back, while my fingers found both nipples and began pinching and stroking them. I worked my kissed down to her beautiful butt, then turned her around and looked her beautiful body up and down, taking in every luscious curve and cute little freckle, until finally landing on her pussy. I began kissing then sucking her dark brown areolas and nipples, which brought a long moan from her luscious lips. I then moved down her body, stopping to kiss every square inch of her tummy, before moving past her navel and down to her cunt.

I kissed and licked that beautiful bald skin, and began smelling her womanly scent. I moved down to her knees and kissed up her left inner thigh, then licked her pussy lips on both sides before moving down to her right knee and repeating the same treatment. This time, I parted her pussy lips with my tongue, tasting her exquisite juices, before pulling her pussy lips further apart. Her inner lips were swollen and wet, as her excitement built.

We laid down on the blanket in the back yard, and got into a 69 position. Claire was on the bottom, and was still rather passive. I continued licking her soaking her wet insides, thrusting my tongue in and out of her pussy, but not yet nearing her clit. Her juices were beginning a free-flow out of her cunt, and I knew she was nearing climax.

Then I felt her hand on my 6” cock. Since she was an adult, she had more experience at how to treat a man sexually than the girls did initially. And treat me is exactly what she did. She began to suck just the head at first, then started taking more and more of my cock into her mouth, until I felt her lips against my body at the base of my cock. Then she began long slow movements up and down my cock with her lips slipping just off the head, then going back down the shaft again. I continued licking and sucking on her pussy lips, then I moved in on her clit. With the first pass on her clit, she began shuddering; with the second pass, she said “OH MY GOD!!!” and her cum began flowing all over my face. She then began increasing the speed on my cock, and my cum spurted out. She swallowed the first few shots, then pulled my cock out of her mouth and let it spurt all over her face and boobs.

With that, all three girls (whom I had forgotten about) came over and began cleaning my cum off of Claire, and cleaning her cum off of my face. I rolled off of Claire, and Donna got on top of me in a 69. Since she and the other girls had been diddling themselves, Donna was ready for action. I sucked on her clit immediately, and we heard “EEEEEEEE” just when she shot a huge load of her female spray all over my face and upper body. I sucked her clit into my mouth again, and again her “EEEEEEEEE” was heard by all, and another gusher occurred. Donna collapsed on top of me, and we watched the others please each other.

Claire was still on her back, but now, Elizabeth was in the 69, while Lynn sat on her mother’s face. Claire seemed to be really into Elizabeth’s oral ministrations, and seemed to reward Lynn for all that was going on. Claire put two fingers into her daughter’s pussy, and was pumping them in and out to Lynn’s delighted squirms. At the other end, Elizabeth was sucking on Claire’s pussy, taking in all she could, before moving to her clit. Claire again let out an “OH MY GOD!!!!” before coming once again. Elizabeth licked up all she could, then Lynn let loose with her “MMMMMMMM” before letting out her pussy juices all over her mother’s face. Claire did her best to take it all in, but it was just too much to handle. Donna joined the other girls to lick up the remains, then all collapsed in a heap of legs, arms, pussies, and tits.

After we all had a chance to catch our breath, I fondled Claire’s tits again and said “Well, Claire, what do you think about our little club?”

“Assuming I don’t have a heart attack from all the excitement, I think this is GREAT! I just wish I knew about it sooner.”

“Now in the interest of fairness and honesty, there is one thing you should know. Donna and Lynn have recently become lovers. Though in this group, there are few bounds, they have formed a special bond between each other. Are you cool with that?”

Claire just beamed, saying “If they want a relationship with each other, who am I to stand in their way? I will be the first to say that they have the right to be with other in any way they wish, so long as it’s consenting. But if that takes time away from this group, I might protest then.”

“No chance of that, Mom” said Lynn, with a sexy grin, and she ran to her mother and gave her the biggest hug. “I love you, Mom. Thank you for the freedom you give me.” It was so very sexy, seeing those tits mash against each other.

Elizabeth seemed to feel left out, so I retrieved the hose, and gave her a good squirt. This started the five of us up again in another heated water battle, and soon we were all in a tangle of arms, legs, cock, pussies, and tits. This time, I had Elizabeth on my cock, and Claire on my face, with me on the bottom. Donna and Lynn were busy occupying each other with fingers inside each other’s pussy, while Donna sat in Lynn’s lap. Claire soon began cumming, and her wonderful-tasting pussy juice began flowing into my mouth. Elizabeth’s cum was right behind Claire’s, and her juices flowed all over my cock and the few hairs I still had left. Donna’s typical “EEEEEEEEEE” was soon heard by all, and she squirted all over Lynn’s hand, arm, and torso, while Lynn’s cum was soon evident on Donna’s hand. Donna then switched to Claire, and they were quickly in a 69 of their own. As excited as they were already, both ladies were coming again in just a short time. Claire experienced her first cum spray, courtesy of Donna, and Donna experienced lesbian sex with an experienced lady. It was a night of firsts all around.

We all decided that it was time to head inside, and since the five of us couldn’t very well fit into my bath, Claire and I let the girls go first. Soon, I heard a cacophony of giggles and splashing, and looked at Claire. “Now that the girls are occupied, tell me what you really thought of today’s ‘party.’”

“As you might expect, I was shocked at first. But it’s been so long since I’ve had any sex at all, that I really, honestly took to it right away. And by the way, I wasn’t at all disappointed with the only male here, either in terms of looks or performance. I know that a lot of moms would be calling the police right about now, but I really think this was a lot of fun tonight.” Her sincerity showed through in her beautiful smile, and I just had to believe her every word.

“I couldn’t believe that you let me shave you today. I figured that you would let one of the girls do it possibly, but why me?”

Claire just smiled. “I just figured it was an interesting way to get to know, I mean really know, each other quickly, and to show that I trust you. I can’t wait until I have a chance to shave you.”

“Well, that time will probably come soon. I’m starting to show a little stubble” I grinned. “And you’ll probably have to fight Elizabeth for that privilege. She can be rather territorial.” I continued “As for you, Claire, you have captivated my spirit. I am hoping that we can see each other more often now, and see if our relationship has a chance to grow beyond just the sex.”

“…though the sex is great” added Claire. “And if you hadn’t said that just now, I think I would have been crushed. This could be the start of a wonderful relationship!”

Then Elizabeth, wandered into the room and said “What about me? I don’t want to be left out here!”

“Don’t worry, sweetie” I reassured her. “You will only become more and more important to me. But you have to realize that grown ups need grown up relationships too. I’m just hoping that you'll see Claire as an addition to both of our lives, not a substitute for you. And don’t forget, Donna and Lynn are still going to be here, too. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I guess so. Growing up is hard sometimes.” Her wisdom is often beyond her years.

I looked Elizabeth straight in the eyes now. “I will never forget the girl I pulled out of the woods a few months ago. Promise!”

Shortly after that night, Lynn and Claire moved into our house, and we indeed became a very happy family. Soon after, Claire and I were married in a simple civil ceremony. When Elizabeth’s adoption was finalized, both Claire and I were the parents, and I adopted Lynn at the same ceremony. Donna and Lynn kept their relationship going, as did the entire family. Elizabeth had her share of boyfriends, but never revealed our family secrets. All the girls eventually went to college and became professionals in their own right, but all moved right back in with Claire and me. And forever, our “clothes are not an option” household lived on, only becoming stronger with the passage of time.

After school I went home and told my Mom my plans for the evening.  She was very okay with it because she had plans of her own and I think it was a relief to her that I wouldn’t be spending the night at home by myself.  Sarah’s house was only about five blocks from mine so I started walking over there about six.  She said I could come anytime but I didn’t want to get there too early.  It was still light outside when I arrived there and Sarah opened the door immediately after I hit the doorbell with a big smile and a welcome hug.  Sarah was cute by any guys’ standards and I really felt good about her liking me.  She had brownish hair and beautiful brown eyes and just a perfect mouth that was so cute when she smiled.  She was slender and in my opinion was perfectly proportioned.  When she answered the door she had on a cute light blue blouse with jeans and white stockings.  I slipped off my Nike’s in the front entry way and followed her into the family room.

“Hi Kenny!” came the enthusiastic greeting from Rachel. 

“Hey Rachel,” I replied.  She was lying on the couch in the family room with the TV on but her eyes were on me and Sarah as we came into the room.  I couldn’t help but notice her slender brown legs as she had on white shorts and a pinkish t-shirt that didn’t cover her navel.  She set up as we came into the room.

“You ready for some fun tonight?” she asked with a grin that was so like her sister’s gorgeous smile.

“Sure I am.”

“Just mind your own business for now Rachel,” Sarah said. 

“Where’s Dad?” Sarah asked Rachel.

“I think he is in the kitchen making something to drink,” replied the younger girl.

As if on queue their Dad came into the family room carrying a pitcher of what looked like orange juice and four glasses.

“Hey Kenny,” he greeted.  “You ready for another boring night at the Nelson place?”

I laughed and said, “I never find it boring here.”

“That’s good,” he said.  “We’ll try to make sure tonight isn’t an exception.  I got a good drink mixed up for starters anyways.”

He placed the glasses on the coffee table and poured the juice into the four glasses.

“Drink up!” he said enthusiastically.

As we each took a glass to drink I noticed that Sarah was looking at me.  When she saw me look at her she smiled but it seemed there was nervousness in her smile.  We both raised our glasses to our lips and took a drink.  Then I realized why she was watching me so closely.  The drink had an orange juice flavor but there was something extra in it.  It went down smoothly but I instantly knew it was more than just an innocent drink for popcorn and movies.  I had tasted drinks with alcoholic beverages mixed in them a few times before and this definitely seemed to be that variety of drink.  Sarah was watching my reaction to my first taste.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s great,” I replied with whatever air of coolness I could muster out of a tingling throat.

Mr. Nelson laughed.  “We want this evening to be anything but boring Kenny.”

“Seems like we are off to a good start,” was my sly reply.

“We are going to play some fun games,” chimed in Rachel whose glass was nearly half empty already.

“I’m not sure Kenny is ready for the games you are talking about Rachel,” responded Sarah.

“I’ll play any games you guys want,” I said in between sips of the amazingly better with each swallow tasting drink.

“Don’t be too sure bout that,” whispered Sarah.

“Oh Sarah, don’t try to talk him out of it.  He said he was willing to play,” her Dad said.  “I really think he will enjoy what we got in mind.  Do you like card games Kenny?”

“Sure,” I answered.

“I’ll get the cards,” volunteered Rachel.  “We are going to play strip cards Kenny.”

Sarah blushed and her Dad laughed.  “I think she means our version of strip poker.  Are you up for that Kenny?”

My answer wasn’t immediate because my mind was trying to interpret what I had just heard and make some logical sense out of it.  But somewhere during of my state of confusion there came a, “Sure.”

With that Sarah leaned towards me and planted a kiss on my confused lips.  “It will be fun,” she said softly.

Rachel came back into the room with a deck of playing cards.  “Tell him the rules Dad.”

“It’s a pretty simple game.  We shuffle the cards and put them on the table.  Everyone takes one card.  The person with the low card has to take off a piece of clothing.  The last person with any clothes on wins the game.”  He said it as if they had played it before and from the way the girls responded to what he said it was obvious that they had.

My glass was nearly empty but I was thinking clearly enough to do some assessment of the situation.  I had on my shirt, jeans, two white socks, and my boxer underwear.  Good for only five losing cards.  From my observation Sarah had on two stockings, her jeans, her blouse, and in all probability a bra and panties.  Good for six losing cards.  Rachel was barefoot and had on shorts, t-shirt, and my best guess said she also had on a bra and panties.  She would be naked with four low cards.  Their Dad was in shorts and golf shirt and probably underwear and a t-shirt or something under his first shirt.  He was good for at most only four losing cards.

During my mental assessment Rachel had been trying to shuffle the deck and her Dad was refilling the four glasses.  Sarah continued to snuggle close and seemed genuinely excited by the whole situation.  I was excited at the prospect of the girls being the first losers but was also scared that I might be the first one without clothes.  Then the thought of their Dad being the first to lose also entered my mind.  It was hard to put an emotion on that thought.  Guessing his age in the mid to late 30’s he was a fit and handsome man.  He had burnt blond hair and his legs were tanned.  He seemed to be in great shape and from just looking at him one would assume that he stayed active with some type of physical exercise regiment.  His natural good looks were apparently passed on to his daughters with the help of Mrs. Nelson.  I had met her before and knew that she was very pretty.  She had very dark hair and brown skin.  Sarah had told me her Mom’s parents were from Brazil and they had visited there once.  In the two girls I saw the combination of the handsome dad and the gorgeous mom.

“Ok, everybody draw a card,” instructed the excited voice of Rachel.  She seemed the most eager to get the game started.

“And enjoy your drinks as well,” said her Dad as a full glass of the mixed drink was placed before each of us.

Rachel took the first card and then we went in clockwise order as we set around the coffee table.  Her Dad drew the second, me the third, and Sarah then reached forward and pulled the forth card from the top of the deck.

I looked at my card and probably didn’t disguise the fact too well that I was staring at a 4 of hearts. 

“Lay your cards on the table in the order that we drew them,” directed Mr. Nelson.

As Rachel laid down a 9 of diamonds my heart sank even further.  Her Dad quickly laid down a king of spades.  I reluctantly laid down my four.  Sarah immediately giggled and lay down a 7 of clubs.

Everyone but me clapped and laughed.

“Take something off,” said the over anxious Rachel.  I removed one of my white socks and threw it on the floor.  I smiled and hoped for better luck as the game continued.

To the best of my recollection the game proceeded in the following manner.  Rachel was the next to have to remove a piece of clothing.  She took off her pink flowery t-shirt.  As I had suspected underneath she had on a small white bra which was more than likely the bulk of her 11 year old bust.  But I was anxious to see her without the bra to determine what she really had there.  I lost the third round and thought it wasn’t going to be my day.  I took off my second sock. 

“You have kissable feet,” chided Sarah as I pulled off the second sock.

“Perhaps he has talented toes,” added her Dad with a laugh.  I could tell he was really enjoying this and also noticed his second glass was almost empty.

Then Sarah drew the low card and she removed her first stocking. 

“Now those are kissable toes,” I teased.

When Rachel ended up low card on the next round I was totally pleased and somewhat excited to see which piece of clothing she would remove next.  She half heartedly groaned but excitement was all over her face.  She pulled her white shorts down her slender dark legs and the white panties with flower designs on them shouted out a reminder that she was just a young girl.

“Good choice Rachel,” said her Dad. “Those are the cutest panties you have.”  Rachel blushed slightly and looked at me to make sure I was looking.  When our eyes met she smiled and I winked at her.

The next turn fell on Sarah again and I began to wonder if Mr. Nelson had the cards rigged.  She removed her second stocking.

“Now we are the same,” she joked and rubbed her bare foot on mine.

Finally their Dad ended up with the low card.  He laughed and said, “Thought I was just going to be a spectator.”  He took off his shirt and he had a white t-shirt on underneath that would allow him an extra turn.

Then to my absolute delight poor Rachel drew a two.  She groaned and giggled at the same time and the three of us cheered and laughed.  She undid her bra strap and pulled it off.  It had provided a lot of the bulk of her bust as it bulged against her t-shirt but under the bra were two simply gorgeous puffy nipples with breasts that were just beginning to bud.  Her nipples were brown and puffy and because of her excitement they were more erect than I thought they normally should be.

“They look very suckable don’t they Kenny?” her father stated in questioning form.

Now I was the one blushing.

“Give an honest answer,” Sarah said smilingly and gave me a soft punch in the arm.  “It’s ok, be honest.  I don’t mind.”

“I think they would be excellent to lick and suck,” I said.  Everyone laughed and Rachel smiled at me.

“I agree,” blurted out Sarah.  I laughed and gave her a soft punch in the arm.

“Oh, I see how it is,” I laughed.

“Well, maybe we will all get to see how suckable they are later in the game,” said their Dad.  My thoughts raced.  I kind of thought this was all going to lead to something but now I had a better idea as to where we were heading.

Unfortunately I was the next one to remove a piece of clothing.  My shirt was removed and I had no t-shirt underneath.  The girls giggled at that and Sarah brushed her soft fingers over my chest.

“Smooth, not hairy, just the way I like them,” she said.

“You seem to keep yourself in good shape,” added her Dad.

“I try,” is all I could mutter.

Mr. Nelson’s luck seemed to be changing as he received the next low card.  He took off his t-shirt.  He had a very manly chest, but did not have much in the way of chest hair.  His muscles were well pronounced and there was little to no flab anywhere on his chest or stomach.  I imagined that he could flex his muscles and look like a weight lifter. 

“I told you I like smooth, not hairy chests,” laughed Sarah.

“That’s why she likes mine so much,” blurted Rachel.  Everyone laughed loudly. 

“Time out,” their Dad said.  “I need to make up another pitcher of drink and use the restroom.  If you need to Kenny you know where the guest bathroom is.  But everybody be back here dressed exactly as you are now in five minutes.”  With that he got up and took the pitcher back to the kitchen.  Rachel ran off to her own bathroom.

“Are you okay?” Sarah asked, “We can stop this whole thing if you are uncomfortable with it.”  Her voice was sincere but there was no mistaking that she wanted to continue as did I.

“I’m loving this,” I said.  “Let’s let it take its course.”  With that she kissed me again but it was unlike any kiss we had ever had.  Her tongue intertwined with mine and her soft fingers caressed my exposed nipples.  She was excited and that made me very excited.  I excused myself to go to the bathroom.  To my horror I found that I had a visible wet spot on my light blue boxer underwear.  After taking a needed piss I tried to dry the spot so it wouldn’t be too visible when I had to remove my jeans.  After repositioning everything I returned to the family room.

Rachel was the only one there when I returned.   She was sitting back in the same chair but she had her knees held up against her chest with her chin resting on her knees.  I enjoyed the lengthy smoothness of the back of her legs and it was very sexy how her flowery panties contrasted to the brownness of her skin.  Jut the small strip of flowered cloth obscured the view of her precious bare pussy lips. 

“Are you tired?” I asked.  My words seemed to startle her a bit but after a quick jerk she looked up with the trademark Nelson smile.

“No, I’m not tired,” she replied, “but I don’t think I’ll have any more of Dad’s drink.”  We both laughed.  “Can I sit by you till Sarah comes back?” she asked.

“Sure.”  She came over to the couch where Sarah and I had been setting and she sat beside me and rested her head on my shoulder.  I put my arm behind her head and around her shoulder and pulled her close against me.  Her smooth skin and soft hair felt so good against my arm.  Her hair had the same smell as Sarah’s.  I looked down on her and was captivated by her small budding breasts and the brownness of her nipples.  The thought of them in my mouth was arousing.

“Hey you two!  Don’t get too comfy,” chided Mr. Nelson as he came back into the room with another full pitcher.  His voice caused us both to jump a bit but his warm laughter soon dispelled the tenseness.  He placed the full pitcher back on the coffee table and then picked it up again to refill his glass.  He also topped off Sarah’s glass and then mine.

“I don’t need anymore Daddy,” Rachel said.

“You can’t have anymore,” he replied good naturedly, “Unless you say pretty please later.”

“Who’s trying to steal my spot?” asked Sarah in a joking tone as she came back into the room.

“I’ll move back to my chair,” Rachel quipped, “Although I like it better here by Kenny.”

‘Yeah, I bet you do,” said Sarah as she laughingly pushed Rachel back towards the chair.

I took another sip from my glass and everyone drew another card from the dwindling deck.  Mr. Nelson groaned when he looked at his card and quickly placed a two down on the table.  I placed my five down on the table with relief as he stood and undid his shorts.  He pulled them down and kicked them off across the room.  We all laughed as he acted like an underwear model.  He had on white boxer style underwear with thin gray lines that made small squares.  A quick glance gave me comfort to know that I would not be the only one sporting a wet spot on my boxers. 

“Let’s reshuffle the entire deck and start again,” said Sarah as she eyed the short stack of cards that remained.

“Fine with me.  It might change my luck,” said her Dad.

Sarah shuffled the cards with ease and then placed the deck back on the coffee table.  Once again we all drew a card and after all were shown it was finally Sarah that had to remove another piece of clothing.  With only her two stockings removed up to now I had been hoping for this turn of events.  She unbuttoned her light blue blouse and slid her arms out of the short sleeves.  She tossed it on the arm of the couch and sat down beside me again.  Her sheer white bra held her gorgeous breasts tightly in place but also revealed a good portion of them.  The impressions of her nipples were clearly visible in the sheer material.  She blushed a little when she made eye contact with me and probably noticed how I was staring at her.  Then she leaned in towards me again and her bare shoulder brushed against my arm.

“Let’s keep the game moving,” she nearly commanded.

“We were just pausing to admire the beauty around us,” teased her Dad.  “But okay, let’s move on with it.”

Apparently the reshuffle did not change Mr. Nelson’s luck as he now held the low card that would require him to remove his last remaining piece of clothing.  Both Sarah and Rachel cheered loudly and I tried to act disappointed for him although I found such a turn of events exciting. I was glad it was him instead of me that would be the first one without clothes.  He stood slowly from his chair and then swiftly lowered his boxers to his ankles and kicked them off.  He made no effort to cover himself with his hands and he actually seemed to be enjoying the fact that the three of us all had a clear look at his enlarged but not hardened cock.  He was well endowed and I instantly knew that I would be the smaller of the two. 

“Enjoy the view,” he said.  “I can just set back, relax, and watch the rest of the show now.”

“We are getting the show,” shot back Sarah with a laugh.  “The big show!”  We all laughed.

“Just keep playing,” her dad said with a grin as he reached down, held his cock in his hand, and shook it at us.  We all laughed harder and the three of us all took another card.  I held a nine but as it turned out it was the lowest card.  Without hesitation I stood up and lower my jeans.  After they were off I adjusted my blue boxers and hoped that the wet spot could not be seen.

“Leakage!” shouted Rachel.  “What yeah been thinking about Kenny?”

“I’ve been thinking of your bare pussy little girl,” I said with confidence and as a jest. 

“Yummy, you want it don’t you?  Don’t give up, you might get it”

“Play more cards,” Mr. Nelson barked out.  He was near the bottom of another glass and I was not sure how many drinks he had had.  I was still only part way through my third and Sarah was nearly finished with her third as well.  The results of the next round of cards thrilled me.  Rachel lost again.  She squealed and squirmed when she realized that her flowery panties had to be removed.

She stood and slowly lowered her panties down her smooth slender legs.  My eyes zeroed in on her bare pussy mound and I felt myself harden and leak an additional drop.  After she was out of her panties she sat back on the chair and covered her bareness with her hands. 

“No hiding!” yelled her Dad.  “Stand up and do a slow walk around the coffee table so Kenny can get a good look at you.”  This made it more obvious that I was the only one who had never seen her like this and I wondered how often they did this together.

Rachel stood and walked from her chair at the end of the coffee table in front of the couch where Sarah and I sat.  As she passed Sarah, Sarah reached out and tried to tickle her.  They both giggled and then she walked in front of me.

“Stop and face Kenny,” her Dad instructed.  She stood before me, her hands at her side, giving me a clear view of her gorgeous tender young body.  I looked into her eyes and she smiled, but I could see in her eyes the effect of the drinks she had consumed.  As I took in the sight of her fully exposed body I noticed what I first thought was a tattoo on her inner thigh between the front of her leg and her pussy mound.  Then I realized it was just a mole or birthmark of some kind.   It was not fully exposed as she stood there but I thought if her legs were spread it would be more visible. 

“Give her a kiss Kenny,” encouraged Sarah.  I turned to look at Sarah and she nodded as if to say she really wanted me to do it.  I leaned forward and Rachel stepped forward and our lips met.  What I thought would be just a quick peck on the lips became a kiss of passion and her tongue actively sought out mine.  As we kissed I put my arms around her and I placed my hands on her smooth ass and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Enough for now kids,” her Dad said.  “Let’s get the game finished before this gets out of hand.”  I released my grasp on Rachel and she walked on around the table past her Dad.  As she passed him I noticed that he was in a semi-hard state.  He was a good looking guy with the full package.

Now it was only Sarah and I that drew a card.  I was in my blue boxers and she was still in jeans, bra, and panties.  I drew a jack, she drew a seven.  She moaned disingenuously and then stood and undid her jeans.  She pulled them off her hips, let them fall to her feet, and then stepped out of them.  Her legs were breathtaking and she wore white bikini cut panties that protected her mound.  Her panties were sheer enough that I could see a thin black strip of hair.  She sat back on the couch beside me and let her leg touch mine.  I got harder.

Sarah won the game with the next cards we drew.  The girls squealed with delight and their Dad laughed.  I felt a bit tipsy as I stood.  I lowered my boxers quickly and kicked them aside and was about to set back down.

“Take the loser’s walk around the table,” Rachel giggled. 

“Yeah, give us a good look,” added Sarah.  “You got to stop and face each one of us for a few seconds.” 

I looked to Mr. Nelson for help but received none.  “Fair is fair,” he shrugged.

I turned to face Sarah and saw her eyes looking straight at my semi-hard cock.  She looked up into my eyes and smiled.  Then she got my full attention by unsnapping her bra strap and letting her breasts free.  She put her hands to her nipples and gave each one a slight squeeze.  My cock stood a little straighter.

“My turn now,” pleaded Rachel.

Turning to face Rachel I took a step towards her chair. She sat in the chair with her legs slightly parted to give me a full view of her hairless bare pussy.  I could now also see her entire birthmark which was about the size of a quarter and was more like the shape of an egg than a perfect circle.  As we stared at each other she put a finger to her pussy and rubbed her pussy lips.  They were so pink and they parted slightly as she touched herself.  I had never thought looking at a girl her age could turn me on so much.  I was totally hard.

“Keep moving,” Sarah said. 

“Come over here Kenny.  Give me a look too,” directed their Dad.

I laughed as if he was joking but when I turned to look at him I could tell he wasn’t.  He was stroking himself and his fully erect cock attracted my gaze.  I am not an expert in judging lengths but my best guess would put him at eight to nine inches.  I had measured myself before and knew that I was only about six inches.  He gave me a motion with his eyes and head that was undeniably a come over here nod.  I took a couple of steps towards him and stood facing him in front of his chair.

“You’re a good looking kid,” he said. “Nice cock.”

“Thanks,” was all I could muster. 

“Ok, now the game changes a bit,” he said.  “Reshuffle the cards again Sarah.”

With that I returned to the couch and as I did I realized that while I was standing in front of Rachel or her Dad, Sarah had removed her panties and was now completely nude.  She was leaning over shuffling the cards so it was difficult to get a good view of her pussy but I could see her thin strip of dark hair.  She looked so beautiful as she shuffled the cards, her perfect breasts in clear view.  I sat down by her with my cock still totally hard.  She put the deck of cards on the table and as she sat back beside me her right hand came across my leg and she grasped my cock firmly.  She moved her hand up and down a couple of times and a large drop of precum leaked down my shaft and onto her fingers.

“No fair!  No touching yet!” yelled Rachel.

“Ok, ok,” Sarah replied as she removed her hand from my pleasured cock.  She put her hand to her mouth and licked the moisture away with her tongue.

“Ummmmm,” she laughed, “Tasty.”

“Here are the new rules,” her Dad explained as he laughed along with his oldest daughter.  “Everyone still takes one card and the one who gets the highest card gets to say what they want to do or what they want the others to do.  No other rules.”

I was feeling the effects of the drink but I was still able to understand that things could now go in any direction.  It was again apparent that these rules were not new to the girls and that they had played this type of game before.

“Everybody take a card,” Rachel said anxiously.

Although his luck had gone badly during the stripping game Mr. Nelson now laid down a king that no one else could match.  He laughed amid the girls’ groans and my silence.  He did not take long to make his demand.

“I want each of you to suck on me for at least thirty seconds,” he blurted.  “Are you still playing Kenny?”  It was more of a challenge than a question.

“I’m playing,” I answered without really even thinking of the consequences.  But I got a big hug from Sarah and I felt her nipple on my arm.

“Ok, Rachel first, then Sarah, and then Kenny if he is really in this game.” He still wasn’t convinced and there was still an implied challenge in his statement.

Rachel wasted no time in going to her father’s chair, kneeling in front of him, and taking his enlarged cock head into her mouth.  At each suck more and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth.  His hands gently held her by the back of her head and he seemed to push her head a little harder against his cock each stroke.  I noticed her slender straight back and her gorgeous young ass that I had held just moments ago.  I was surprised by how much of his cock she could take in her mouth and then heard her gag slightly.  He released her head and she moved away.  Sarah, who had grabbed my cock again as we watched, released her grasp on me and went to her Dad.  I reached out to Rachel and pulled her to me as Sarah knelt down and began to suck her Dad’s wet glistening cock.  

Rachel’s body felt so good against me and her hand also found its way to my cock as we watched her Dad with Sarah.  My finger also found Rachel’s damp pussy lips and I rubbed her as we watched.  Sarah was very adept at taking her Dad’s large cock deep into her mouth.  As she sucked her ass was pointed towards us and her legs were slightly parted as she knelt.  She was gorgeous.  The tip of my finger parted Rachel’s pussy lips and my finger went into her up to my first knuckle.  Her small hand pumped up and down on my leaking hard cock and I began to wonder how much more of this I could take without exploding.  But when Sarah moved away from her Dad I knew the rising passion would momentarily subside.

“You don’t have to do it Kenny,” Sarah said, but even in her voice I heard more of a challenge than a desire for me not to do it.  I passed Rachel to her sister and I leaned forward from my position on the couch and crawled more than walked towards their Dad.  As I got close to his knees I looked up and saw him staring at me.

“You’ll like it, Kenny,” he said in an almost reassuring way.

As his cockhead entered my mouth I did not know exactly what to do.  I let it go deeper into my mouth towards the back of my throat and I tried not to bit down on it.  He had not put his hands on my head like he had the girls so I just tried to move up and down on him like I had seen him make the girls do.  I tried to take his cock as deep as I could without gagging on it.  There was a salty taste on my tongue so I knew he was leaking some as I sucked him.  Part of the time my eyes were closed and when they weren’t I looked into his bush of hair at the end of his cock. 

“Thirty seconds is up,” said Sarah.  I pulled away and looked up at her Dad again.

“You did great Kenny,” he said.  “You’re a serious player.”  I moved away and returned to the couch where Sarah now held Rachel and I saw her remove her finger from Rachel as I sat beside the both of them. 

Rachel reached for the table.  “Everyone get another card,” she said.  Her excitement only increased when she won the round with a queen. 

“I want Kenny to fuck me!”  She said it so fast and quickly after she had won that it caught me totally off guard.  I looked at Sarah.  She smiled and laughed.

“She won,” Sarah said.

“Get me ready Sarah,” Rachel said as she laid horizontally in the seat of the chair and spread her legs.  Her open pussy lips were resting right on the edge of the chair at a perfect height for me to fuck her from my knees.  Sarah went to Rachel and began to kiss and lick her spread pussy.

“She can take it Kenny.  Don’t hold back,” their Dad instructed and I knew he meant it.  I touched Sarah on the back as she licked her younger sister and then felt down the crack of her ass.  My finger rested briefly on her warm asshole and then I slipped into her wet pussy.  As I fingered her she continued to lick and tongue fuck Rachel. 

“I’m ready for Kenny,” the younger girl said.  Sarah moved away from Rachel and as she did she took time to kiss me.  Our tongues touched and flickered together.  I could taste her sister on her lips and tongue and wondered if she could taste her Dad on mine. 

As we ended the kiss she whispered, “Fuck the little bitch good.”  Sarah guided my hard cock to her younger sister’s spread waiting pussy.  She licked her sister’s pussy lips again then flickered her tongue on the head of my cock as it slipped into the warm love tunnel of the eleven year old.  I pushed it in slowly and then pulled back until just the head remained sandwiched in her pussy lips.  Then I slid it in again and pushed it a little further than it had gone the first time.  As I fucked Rachel, Sarah was leaning over the arm of the chair and was sucking on the younger girls brown nipples between passionate kisses the two were sharing.  I increased the pace and found that she could take my entire six inch cock.  I was still buzzing from the drink but I could feel the pleasure building within me.  I grabbed Rachel’s legs and had then propped up against my shoulders as I fucked her harder and harder.  As I looked down and saw my cock move in and out of her bare pussy it was more than I could stand.  I shuddered and with a final thrust I exploded inside her.  Then I pulled my cock from her drenched pussy and unloaded a couple of spurts onto her slender brown belly.  Sarah licked my cum from her sister’s belly and then sucked what she could from my softening cock. Then she was gone.  I leaned down and kissed Rachel on the mouth hard and sucked her nipples like I had wanted to do all evening.  She rubbed her hand through my hair and when I looked at her face she smiled and giggled.

As Rachel and I looked across the coffee table we saw Sarah spread wide, her back against her father’s chest, riding his lengthy cock like a carnival ride.  Her Dad had his hands on her hips helping her bounce up and down on him.  Her breasts bounced in unison as they fucked hard.  She looked across and saw us watching.

“Come lick me bitch!” she demanded.  Rachel obediently went over the coffee table and began to suck on Sarah’s nipples.  Sarah pushed her head down and Rachel went down and began to lick Sarah’s clit as her Dad’s cock pushed in and out of her.  Rachel kissed and licked Sarah’s pussy and her Dad’s cock as the tempo increased.  Sarah and I exchanged looks and I knew she wanted me over there.  Her kiss was powerful and she almost seemed to want to suck my tongue from my mouth.  I squeezed her erect hard nipples as we continued to kiss.  Then my mouth was on her breasts and I licked and sucked one nipple, then the other, back and forth.  Her hands were on my head and she was pushing me downward.  As my face went lower Rachel moved to make room for me.  My nose touched her strip of back curly hair and my tongue found her clit but it was difficult to keep my tongue on her as they fucked.  Sometimes my tongue was on her; sometimes it was on his wet glistening cock.  When he was deep in her his balls bounced against the bottom of my chin.  Their pace quickened and she moaned in pleasure.  She shuddered and he moaned as well.  Then his cock came out of her pussy and without thinking my mouth opened and his cock slid into my mouth.  As it slammed into the back of my throat I felt a warm spurt of cum and I nearly gagged.  He spurted two more times in my mouth before Sarah pulled my head up away from him.  As she kissed me now she sucked all that was left in my mouth into her own.  We kept our mouths together sharing this cum filled kiss.  When we finally parted I looked down and saw Rachel sucking and licking the remaining cum from her Dad’s limp spent cock.  I felt suddenly dizzy and nauseous. 

“You’re good Kenny,” Mr. Nelson said as he got up from the chair and walked away.  Rachel moved over to the couch and curled up.

“Go to bed Rachel,” her older sister instructed. 

“Goodnight Kenny,” Rachel said and she hugged me and left.

Sarah kissed me and also left.  I gathered my clothes and put them on the best I could.  Sarah came back wearing a long white t-shirt.  Her nipples shown plainly through the cloth and it nearly made me hard again.  We walked to the door and there she kissed me again.  There was still the taste of her Dad in both our mouths. 

“Did you like it?” she asked.

“I loved it, but I wish I could have you,” I replied.

“Soon enough,” she giggled.  We kissed again.

“Next time Mom and the other kids will be here if that’s okay?”

“Sure,” I said.  We kissed again.

“Goodnight Kenny,” she whispered as she closed the door.

Later as I lay on my bed with the ceiling still spinning I thought about the last thing she told me. ‘Next time Mom and the other kids will be here.’

“Wow!” I thought.

By later that night we were stuck at the airport with the weather closing in and a number of flights already delayed or cancelled. Mom and I sat in a bar waiting for the call for our flight and the conversation got around to what we would like to do on our holiday. It was probably the booze making me talk without thinking but I confessed to my mother that I hoped to score with some hotties and get laid more than once for the week. My mother had had a few glasses herself and admitted that she wouldn't mind some action as well but that dad would make it impossible to go anywhere without a camera following us.

I knew my mother existed in a political marriage and played the dutiful wife when the situation needed her appearance. It was a few months ago when I overheard her talking to her sister about the effect of political life on her sex life. She described sex with my father as fast food, he'd slap her thigh, grab a breast and then it was just,
      Kiss
     Fuck
     Cum
then he would roll over and go to sleep. She was sure he was fooling around but stuck with him to assist his career.

Just after 10:00 PM they cancelled our flight and advised that it might be a day or two until flights resumed. We collected our bags and joined the queue for a cab. Nearly 15 minutes later we were at the head of the line when a young woman introduced herself as Sandy, she worked in dads office, and was just the perky late 20's type he would have around, then she practically begged us to let her split our cab with her so she could get out of the cold. 

Mom got in the cab while Sandy and I put the bags in the trunk then we dove in and shut the doors on the cold. Sandy didn't say anything when the cab swung away from downtown and headed for the suburbs. The snow was falling much heavier now and the road was getting slick with ice so when the driver dropped us at home he refused to take Sandy back to the city and a hotel. We invited her in and told her she could stay overnight and make arrangements in the morning.

I had got a fire going in the family room and mom had got a pot of coffee done when suddenly the power went out plunging the house into darkness. I fumbled my way into the kitchen and found a torch and some candles giving us some light. With the ladies huddled around the fire I went into the garage (lucky it's attached to the house) and found  our camping gear, a few oil lamps, a gas cooker and a battery radio. The emergency services were asking people to stay indoors and if possible sleep more than one to a bed to conserve body heat. It would be an interesting night.

We were all just sitting quietly when something crashed upstairs so I rushed off to see what damage had been done. A large tree branch had broken off and speared through the shutter and window behind it into the room Sandy was going to sleep in. I managed to cover the hole and keep out most of the cold but all the warm air in the room had already been sucked out and it was now more like an icebox. Mom straight away declared that we were all adults and one night sleeping together was not going to kill us, in fact it might just keep us alive.

Sandy had packed for a hotter climate so had nothing in the way of warm sleepwear. Mom found her a large t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. I hadn't had a chance to really check her out because she was wrapped in a large black coat that hid the rest of her clothes and all I could see were her shapely legs in a pair of black boots that matched her coat and a pair of purple tights. I took the sleepwear up to Sandy and because I knew the house I didn't take a light. Sandy had a lamp with her and from just outside the room I could clearly see her undress. 

The coat was already on the bed and she unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. They were indeed shapely legs and they went all the way up to a nicely rounded arse. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her tights and leant way forward as she pulled them down, this gave me an excellent view of the pink thong covering her pussy. Sandy pulled the tights off each leg as she hopped around for balance. Now dressed in her blouse and panties she wrapped the jacket around her and sat on the bed. I waited a minute, and then knocked, before going in with the clothes.

She must not have known I'd been outside before because she didn't fully close the door when I went out. I walked normally to the stairs, even bumping the wall, then tiptoed back to check her out some more. Her blouse was off and her bra didn't match her panties. She pulled her arms out of the straps but didn't undo the bra and she had her back to the door so I couldn't see her breasts. She slipped the t-shirt over her head then pulled the bra out from underneath. I got another good look at her arse as she pulled on the sweat pants and while she packed her clothes into her bag I went back down stairs.

Mom had changed herself and having checked out Sandy I now looked at my mother in a different way. She was only 42, had had twins but had kept her body in good shape. The firelight set of the highlights in her hair and gave her exposed skin a golden glow. She was wearing a long-T and I gave her legs the same once over as I had given Sandy's. I know she had a boob job about 18 months ago because my dumb sister only heard part of a phone call and thought mom was having surgery on her breasts due to cancer, made such a fuss mom told us the real story. It was going to be a tough nights sleep. I set more wood on the fire and closed off all the doors into the room to conserve the heat. I'd come down through the night and check on it again. At least we would have one warm room tomorrow.

My parents have a king size bed (so they don't get too close) so three adults was not really a crowd. Mom had the right side, I had the left and Sandy was in between. It was now past midnight so everyone fell asleep pretty quickly. I woke a few hours later because it was getting warm in the bed. I took the opportunity to go and check on the fire and while it had burned down it had not gone out and had made the room hot and stuffy. I added some more wood and headed back to bed.

Normally I sleep in just boxer shorts so the long pyjama pants chafed my legs. As the bed was now warm I took a moment to change before sliding in trying not to disturb anyone. Facing away from Sandy I wriggled about to get comfortable again when my leg touched hers and felt bare skin as well. I was not sure if she had taken the sweats off  earlier or when I had got out. I casually draped my arm over my body pretending to scratch the back of my leg and then I let my hand slide into contact with Sandy’s leg. She was facing away from me so I was able to run my hand up her leg until I felt the curve of her butt. Then with just a fingertip I traced a line across her arse until I met the line of fabric that was her thong. Having some second thoughts I moved my hand away before I went too far.

Sandy was obviously not asleep because she rolled over to face my back and then her hand made its way down my chest, across my abs and into my crotch. My cock was semi hard and sprang to attention the moment Sandy’s hand wrapped around it. She applied a little pressure and made slow strokes and just as I was getting the feel of her actions when her hand pulled away. I didn't want to move and scare her off but I need not have worried because I felt her hand move back into my shorts, Sandy had licked her palm to give her hand some lubrication.

She was giving me a sensational hand job, stroking, squeezing, twisting and scratching my cock till it was about to burst. Sandy worked my cock with slow, firm strokes then stopped at the head to apply pressure and force out some pre-cum. This she smeared over my cock head with swirling finger movements then back to the stroking. Her fingernails scratched at my ball sack at the bottom of each stroke. My breathing and heartbeat pounded in my ears like manic drumming, I was sure it must have woken my mother.

I took Sandy’s hand off my cock and sliding from under the covers I went to the en-suite and sat on the toilet and took some deep breaths to compose myself. I didn't want to just waste a load of cum with a hand job so I decided to go back and take Sandy downstairs in front of the fire and fuck her like there was no tomorrow. As I stood up my cock poked from the opening in my boxers and it was so hard it hurt when I moved. I had taken maybe one step when Sandy walked in and in one motion the t-shirt was over her head and flung onto the floor.

Even with the minimal light from outside I could make out her firm, curvy, athletic body topped by high round breasts with dark aureoles surrounding her erect nipples. No words were exchanged as she just dropped to her knees and gobbled my cock like a hot sausage. She sucked on me like a piece of candy, pushing my cock deep down her throat once, and we both moaned loudly. Sandy was over enthusiastically jerking my cock with one hand, while she kneaded and rolled my balls with the other. It was really turning her on. Sandy next took my cock into both hands and dropped her salivating lips over it. I had my hand entangled in her hair as she bobbed her head; her hot lips encircling my cock as the head repeatedly disappeared into her mouth. I could feel her tongue stimulating my cock, even as she bobbed up and down on it. She was some cocksucker. Still I didn't want to waste all this pent up lust so I again removed Sandy from my cock.

I stood her up then crushed her against the wall covering her with my muscular body. Sandy didn't try to break away. She clung to me, pulling me close with a hand behind my neck. I grabbed a handful of breast, tight enough to leave finger marks, then I dropped my other hand to her crotch, waiting for a reaction, but there was none. We kissed deep and lustily, my mouth covering as much of her face as I could and my tongue as far down her throat as it would go, sparring with hers as we explored each others mouth, meanwhile I slid my hand up between her legs. I massaged her
pussy through the silk material of her thong panties with the knuckle of my middle finger digging in between the folds as the thumb caressed her clit.

Now Sandy’s breathing was sounding ragged through her nose, pushing herself off the wall as I manipulated her rapidly soaking pussy through the material of her panties. I was now certain that Sandy was as wound up as I was and ready for the next level of sexual satisfaction. One finger pushed aside the panty material and probed for the opening, finding it and spearing in, it was the joined by a second and the two thrust dagger like into her. Sandy was now begging to be fucked and neither of us were quiet about it. I jabbed her a few more times before turning her around.

She assumed the position over the toilet, placing both hands on the cistern and sticking her butt towards me. I deliberately jerked the thong up and across her arse making her stand on tiptoes to prevent the material sawing her in half. Gripping my cock I pushed the head between the folds of her pussy lips and guided it up and down her slit, which was generating real heat, and dripping fluid down her leg. With my cock head now covered in pussy juice I popped it into her vaginal opening and overcome with lust I was not gentle as I ripped the full length of my cock into her pussy with one thrust. I moaned and she screamed as I slid inside her steamy mound. My hips lifted her off the floor as her ass cheeks were squashed flat by my effort to push even more cock inside her. Sandy softly whimpered but still pushed back
against me for the next assault. I could not believe how tight a fuck she was, I could feel every movement she made. I began fucking her slowly, savouring ever little inch of her hot pussy. She was quick to respond and very loud, lucky there was a storm to cover the noise.

The sound of our fucking (it wasn't lovemaking) echoed in the tiny, tiled bathroom. Each thrust made a satisfactory sound as I slapped against Sandy's rounded ass. The noise of her grunting and my groaning made a continuous sound mix. The wind rattled the windows and I felt the cold caress of breeze across our bodies. Sandy was becoming extra hyped as she frigged her clit and encouraged me to "keep on fucking". My ball sack was as tight as a drum and was burning like hell. I clenched my muscles and tried to hold off shooting my load. I knew we were loud and I suspected my mom was getting off by what she was hearing. Oddly that thought drove me on harder.

Now Sandy was moaning, bucking, thrashing and trying to force her pussy hard against me to get as much of me as she could. I could tell that Sandy wanted as much as my cock as I could shove in her and I wanted badly to feel my semen squirting inside her hot box. I reached around Sandy and started twisting her nipples as she rode me hard. This just caused her to fuck harder, thrashing and screaming and telling me not to stop. But it was no use; Sandy was just too hot and too tight. I slapped her arse like a jockey on a winner until my cock began exploding into the deep wet darkness of her over heated pussy. She clenched her vaginal muscles around my cock. I could feel it gripping like a hand, forcing out every last drop of semen.

Totally spent I slumped to the floor but Sandy was still willing for more. As soon as I had pulled out she immediately turned around and took me into her mouth one final time. She sucked hungrily on my slippery cock, once more forcing as much length as she could down her throat and again I moaned loudly. Sandy seemed to know this was the last time and pulled my cock out of her mouth. She pursed her lips and kissed the head once more, then jerked it towards her waiting tongue, taking the final glob of cum off the tip.

Sandy stood and adjusted her panties into a more comfortable position and offered me a hand to stand as well, even though my legs were a little rubbery. I tucked my cock back in my boxers and the two of us slid back into bed, certainly raising the temperature under the covers. Shared body heat is good if you stoke the fire.

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The next time I woke up it was still dark, still snowing and still blowing a gale. I looked at my watch and it was just past 7:00 AM. Mom was already out of bed but Sandy was sleeping contentedly, wrapped tightly in the doona so I made my way down stairs to check on the fire. I cleaned out the ashes and topped it with some new wood then went through into the kitchen. Mom was bundled up in a towelling rode and she smelled nice. She had used the BBQ in the garage to boil a large pot of water and then given herself a sponge bath. Now she was cooking some bacon and eggs as well as a pot of coffee.

I told her I had stoked the fire and she replied with a witty remark about it not being the only thing I had stoked during the night. As she walked past me, heading to the fridge, she grabbed my "goodies" for the briefest of moments. I gasped but she just laughed and went right on fixing breakfast. Sandy wandered in soon after attracted by the smell of cooking food. My mother was as subtle as an axe when she asked Sandy if she wanted toast, eggs and bacon or did she prefer sausage with her coffee. Sandy spluttered to cover a laugh and then asked about a shower. I explained about
the hot water in the garage and that she could have a wash in the laundry room.

After breakfast it was my turn for a wash, as I smelt decidedly smoky. Mom and Sandy were around the fire reading some magazines and listening to the radio. Already it was being classified as a once in a hundred year storm and that many parts of the city could be without power for a few more days. Also the local phone services, both land line and mobiles, were either not working or were overloaded by calls. Sandy had finally gotten through to a cab company but they would not come out in this weather so she was stuck with us for a while longer.

I was naked, standing in a large plastic tub, in the middle of the laundry washing myself off with a washcloth soaked in the hot water from the pot next to me. My face and hair were covered in soap when I felt a draft of cold air across my wet body. Quickly wiping away the soap I saw my mother standing in the doorway with a towel in hand and eyes firmly locked on my crotch area. She just made a comment about warming the towel by the fire and handed it to me and left.

This became a pattern for the rest of the day, every time I went off alone to check or get something my mother would appear shortly afterwards and the conversation always had a share of double-entendres. Sandy also tried to get me alone and I was getting frustrated at all the attention but little action. Late in the day I was able to go to the toilet in peace and as I came back I could just make out the end of a conversation between the two women but when I walked in to the family room they were silent but had dangerous smirks on their faces. This didn't look good to me.

After our evening meal we were sitting around waiting to go to bed but no one was tired, then my mother suggested we play cards for a while. We went through the kitchen cupboards to find something to use as chips and finally settled on coffee beans. Each of us counted out 200 beans, cracked open a bottle of wine and started playing. The beans moved around the table then Sandy had a good run and took beans from both of us. Now mom and I were fighting over the next pot but I had her covered for beans, she wanted to raise but didn't have enough to cover the bet so she turned to Sandy for a loan. Sandy was reluctant to part with any beans unless mom put up a guarantee to which mom replied that if she lost the hand then Sandy could fuck me again tonight, in the bed, and she would wait downstairs.

Sandy parted with the beans but I lost the hand. The next dozen or so hands were played in silence and mom was again short against me and she turned to Sandy for another loan with the same guarantee but Sandy was not interested in a loan on those terms and then suggested a different option, mom's t-shirt for twenty beans and Sandy held onto the t-shirt until we finished playing so mom could not sell it again later. This caused much debate around the table but mom finally agreed and I again lost the hand because her pair beat my pair. It was tough to focus on the cards with my
mother semi-naked across the table, her tits jiggling with each movement and her nipples like pencil erasers pointed at my eyes.

A second bottle of wine was opened and again the beans moved around the table, I was now comfortable with my mother’s nakedness. Mom was next for a run of good hands and soon I was down to a handful of beans against Sandy and turned to my mother for a loan and her asking price was 10 beans a kiss so I agreed and walked around he table to kiss her on the cheek or maybe even on the lips. It must have been the wine because as soon as I puckered up mom put her hands in front of her face and said not there down a little lower. I moved to her neck and she again said lower, I
looked her in the eye and the slightest nod of the head confirmed my suspicions so I kissed her on each breast and then went to sit down, Sandy objected to the quality of my kisses and wanted a do over. 

Sandy wanted me to give my mothers breasts the same kisses as I had given hers last night. Mom agreed so I went back and took one stiff nipple in my fingers while sucking hard enough on the other to leave a hickey. I heard the intake of breath from my mother as I rolled one nipple with my tongue and tweaked the other with my fingers. Then I swapped breasts and repeated my actions. Sandy was giving me little handclaps and giggled as my mother blushed in the firelight. I sat down and Sandy flicked me 5 beans for the show and a few minutes later mom regained her composure
and pushed 20 beans my way.

Another hour of playing and another bottle of wine drunk I had gained Sandy’s t-shirt but lost my t and my boxers. Actually I had to play 5 hands standing completely naked so the women could look at me the way I was looking at their breasts. My luck changed after that and the beans rolled my way until mom and Sandy were in a face off and both wanted a loan to continue. Mom offered me her panties, Sandy offered a blowjob, mom came back with a huge raise in stakes, I could fuck her, and Sandy not to be outdone offered me her virgin arse.

THIS is high stakes poker, but if there is once constant in the hetro-sexual universe it is that a man will pass on sex with one woman when he can watch two hot women doing it to each other. That was the offer, mom and Sandy in a little girl on girl action and the beans went to the first to bring the other to an orgasm.

Sandy was agreeable to the bet but wanted to go and freshen up first, mom hesitated at first but then accepted. She too wanted to freshen up so while the ladies went away I cleared a space in front of the fire place and threw a quilt over the floor for them to lay on and got myself a prime position. Two minutes later they were back, mom had put on a pair of bright red, satin and lace bikini briefs which blended with the firelight reflecting off her skin. She had also come armed with a purple jackrabbit vibrator. Sandy had put on a white, stretch, lycra thong. She also had plastic bag of toys with her, a long black penis like vibrator and a two-foot long flesh toned double headed dildo. This was going to be battle worthy of the WWE divas.

Let the contest begin .....................................

Mom started the action by moving slowly towards a standing Sandy. Sandy stood with her arms by her side and legs lightly apart. Moms eye’s roamed over Sandy’s bare chest looking for the appropriate starting point. Sandy’s nipples stood out, hard as could be, pointed at mom as if daring her to suck them. Mom commented that Sandy’s tits were so beautiful as both her hands grabbed Sandy’s breasts and kneaded them. Her thumb rolling across the nipples sending ripples of pleasure through Sandy’s body. Mom moved in close, rubbed her tits on Sandy’s and tilting her head forward started kissing Sandy on the mouth.

Mom’s hands slid down Sandy’s body and then grabbed her arse and pulled her pelvis into her. Sandy responded in kind and the two women were as one, lips locked, breast squashed against breast, hip bone to hip bone and each with a leg slightly between the others putting pressure on their pubic regions with light movements of their thighs. Mom manoeuvred a hand between them and her fingers found Sandy’s sticky wet cunt and slipped a couple of fingers inside causing Sandy to give out a muffled moan. Breaking their kiss, mom asked if she liked that? The glazed eye look on Sandy’s face told the story.

Mom slid her fingers out and put one of them in Sandy’s mouth letting Sandy taste herself before mom licked the other finger clean. Her comments made me wish I had tasted Sandy last night. “Wow, you taste so good” “You’ve got such a tasty, hot pussy" and "I am going to tongue you forever.”  This just made my cock a whole level harder than it had been.

Both women found that their nipples were very sensitive so they were in as constant a state of arousal as my cock. Mom took Sandy's quivering hand and gently placed it on her breast urging Sandy to caress them. Sandy seemed surprised by this forward move but could not take her hand off mom's soft flesh. She became bolder as she tried to calm the trembling fingers that she ran over mom's breasts, tracing the curves. Sandy licked a finger and glided it over the skin on the nipple coaxing it to stand up proud. Mom ran one hand through Sandy's hair and to the back of her head, slowly pulling her face down to the warm skin of her breast, her intentions perfectly clear. Sandy's mouth opened invitingly to welcome the soft skin of moms breast into her mouth. She started out licking the upper part of her breast, holding it in her hand as if testing the weight. Mom's breast must have felt heavy in her hand as she juggled it a few times. Sandy applied some light pressure as her mouth left a trail of saliva across mom's breast tracking its way to the nipple. Mom hugged Sandy tight as she felt Sandy’s tongue explore her fleshy, melon like mound.

Then both women lay down in the most sensual of ways. Every hand was in motion as each explored the unfamiliar territory it found before it. Soon the panties were tossed in my direction as the women went back to kissing each other. They had only been at it a few minutes but already their panties contained the aroma of sex, which I sniffed deeply. Being from a slightly older generation it didn't surprised me that my mother had a hairy pussy, and I was fascinated watching Sandy's fingers disappear in the carpet of brownish fur that hid my place of birth. Sandy was from a different time and while her hair was more a natural blond it was very light and thin, shaped in an elongated triangle that left her lips clear. And what lips she did have, they were extremely puffy and looked like they were in a higher state of sexual excitement, moisture glistening in the firelight and as well her clit was clearly visible at the top of her slit.

Sandy took the advantage of having fingers in my mother’s pussy to flip her onto her back and she dove in with her tongue ready for action. Mom's back arched off the floor as soon as Sandy’s tongue flicked her clit. I would never know how many women they may have had previously but clearly Sandy knew what she was doing. She really went to work on my mother now, licking her slit with long strokes from her arse hole to vagina and then several short flicks every now and then flush on the clit. Sandy had my mother twisting and moaning as she kept forcing her towards her tongue.

Sandy stuck two fingers in mom while she bit on her clit and now mom was actually screaming. I knew it wasn’t going to take much longer before mom erupted. Well I was spot on because Sandy then took a finger to mom's clit and started flicking it harder; she started convulsing in a mind-blowing orgasm. Mom’s back was so high enough off the floor that you could have crawled under, supported only by her feet, hands and head. It took about 4 or 5 minutes until she calmed down and her body stopped shuddering from the finally released sexual tension.

I joked about cards being back on to break the sexually charged atmosphere that now covered the room. My mom reached up and grabbed my cock and screamed for me to fuck her. I knelt beside her attempting to feed my cock into her mouth to get it lubricated but she slapped it away and told me to fill her other hole and do it fast. I glanced a Sandy and she looked like the cat that got the cream and waved me in. My mother was in no mood for foreplay and her legs locked behind my back as soon as I lay on her. Her pussy was wet enough for both of us and she was so ready to be
penetrated that once I was in I went deep.

I lined myself up on top of her, and forced the head of my cock between her wet cuntlips "Oh, lord. Wow, son, push it all the way in there!" Mom's voice just went higher, as her fingers dug into my back. I pushed with hardly any effort and then I had her fully speared on my erect cock. She was loving it, eyes closed and lips pulled back from her teeth.  I pumped myself into her giving her as much as I had Sandy last night. Her response to my pistoning action only served to excite me more, as I pounded into her with all of my weight.

My mother only weighs in at 120 - 130 pounds so she was easy for me to lift and Sandy guessed my intention because as I lifted moms arse off the floor and slid a cushion in under her butt. Now in this position I could hold moms legs up in a V formation, on my knees I could drive my cock in deep and slap against her arse at the same time. From this position it was easy to tell mom had had a boob job because they sat like half globes on her chest wobbling from side to side but not collapsing flat. I was giving her everything I had to offer and more, and she loved every second of it, this was definitely one of the best fucks I had ever had.

Shaking the sweat from my eyes I noticed that Sandy was not feeling left out and had several inches of the black vibrator jammed into her own pussy, matching me stroke for stroke. From this angle I was enjoying watching my cock pump slowly in and out between moms swollen pink lips. As I pushed deep, I flattened against her hard hip joints and then withdrew almost completely, leaving just the head in. Then I switched to pistoning in and out of mom's pussy at a frantic rate. Slowed it down, sped it up, this was one fine piece and I was going to ride it forever.

I let her ankles rest on my shoulders while I reached forward and started kneading her tits as I fucked her. Mom was moaning, bucking, and thrashing and trying to push her pussy hard against me to get as much of me as she could. She wasn't as tight as Sandy, but she more than made up for it in style, flexing her body to meet each trust for maximum contact. Mom sighed like a contented kitten; happy to simply feel my pulsing penis filling a spot, which she had never hoped to be filled again. This was what she wanted all along, what her pussy was made for. Each new move brought a
little scream from her lips.

I grabbed her right leg and held it in the air, twisting her body, so her pussy was in just the right position to take another pounding but at the same time stimulating her beyond belief. She whimpered in short gasps, her head was thrown back, eyes closed tight, tears running down her cheeks and mouth open to help her breath. She put a hand on the floor to keep her balance. The slurping sound of my cock sliding into her pussy was the most erotic of rhythms.

I never really had any fantasies about fucking my mother so I felt no hang-ups about doing it now but none of my dreams or fantasies ever came close to the reality of this. As I continued to fuck my cock hard and deep into mom's pussy I began to lap and lick over her breasts, occasionally flicking one of her stiff and swollen nipples, causing her to jump and cry out even more. Then I took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked hard, gripping it with my teeth and stretching it like an elastic band, her body arched and she screamed loudly, then her body crashed back to the floor in a series of shudders and shakes that threatened to toss me from her body.

I don't know where the control came from but I was able to hold on for the longest time without shooting my load. Mom had passed through several orgasms and was now barely reacting to my continued fucking. Our bodies were sweat soaked, hair plastered across our faces. Sandy was also spent, lying beside us with the vibrator still lodged in her pussy, eyes closed and breathing a little ragged. Looking at these two well fucked women started my balls churning and I felt the familiar pressure on an impending climax, now I was torn between filling my mothers pussy up with cum or
spraying it over the two of them. Being my first time with my mother I decided to give her the lot, Sandy had hers last night. That was all it took, I shot my cum deep into her pussy, and it kept cumming, and she shuddered again as I kept forcing my cock in, then we were kissing again, hot, long and passionate.

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I woke next morning naked of the floor in front of the fire, my hand cupping one of mom’s breasts and my hardening cock nestled in her butt crack. Moms arse pushed back to get a better feel and caused my cock to rise quicker. Her own hand covered mine and held it in place and all I could do was use my thumb to flick her erect nipple. Her eyes were still closed and I could hear her gently purring in her throat.

I assume Sandy had turned off the lamps, blown out the candles and covered us all with a blanket during the night so I was able to get mom warmed up without Sandy noticing us. Mom moved her hand behind her and found my cock and gently jerked it and rubbed it against her arse. While I was kissing her neck, I ran my hand down her smooth belly till I felt her lower hairline. Then the phone rang. It shocked all of us and mom ran naked into the kitchen to answer it. The sound had woken Sandy from a dead sleep and when she spied my erect cock, as I lay on the floor looking the other
way, she rolled over and locked her lips around it before I even knew she had moved.

This time it was light enough to see Sandy as she worked my cock with her mouth, pulling my cock out and licking the head and leaving gooey saliva streamers that ran over her chin. She made a popping sound whenever she pulled my cock from her mouth and in no time my cock was slick with her spit. Sandy swung her leg over me and by propping my head on a cushion I was able to watch my cock slide into her pussy, slow and steady until she was squatting in my pubic hair.

My mother walked back in, still talking on the phone, and just shook her head when she saw her place had been taken. She was talking to my father and sat naked on the sofa talking away while Sandy and I fucked on the floor. Her tone became more agitated as she talked to my father until she stabbed her finger on the end button to finish the conversation. She stalked away into the kitchen muttering expletives about my father under her breath. Now that the phone was gone Sandy and I got really into it. Her constant squatting motion was crushing my loins but it felt so good.

Mom came back in and she looked a little flushed from her talk with dad. Mom told us that a car was being sent over to collect Sandy, as she was needed by my father while mom and I were being left to fend for ourselves. Then my mother under went a change of attitude towards Sandy that she had not shown for the past few days. She walked over to Sandy and pushed her down flat so her boobs were flush against my chest, then she got her vibrator off the sofa and got behind Sandy.

Mom told me to hang on so I wrapped Sandy in my arms as Mom began probing Sandy's arsehole with her jackrabbit. With my cock hard in her pussy I could feel the vibrations and pressure as the vibrator inched its way in and the sensation on my cock was awesome. Sandy wiggled her butt a little to ease entry and soon mom had the plastic phallus where she wanted it. I suppose this counts as a DP and I tried to match my movements with that of my mother. Any misgivings Sandy may of had about being double teamed quickly faded as mom and I got into a steady groove of alternating in and out motions.

Now that Sandy was enjoying the treatment I loosened my grip on her back and took a breast in each hand, rolling and moulding them while also giving attention to he fingertip size nipples. I was able to get them into my mouth and nibble and suck on them while downstairs was still pumping away. Sandy yelped as mom swatted a butt cheek but the look on her face was more pleasure than pain. My hips were lifting Sandy off the floor and making it difficult for mom to maintain a regular pattern of attack as Sandy was sitting more erect, so she changed her position.

Mom moved around and lowered herself onto me and began to fuck my face. My tongue went straight to work worming its way into the fleshy folds of her sex and searched for her clit. My hands were supporting her butt to avoid being smothered and sexed to death while my fingers played with her arse hole. Sandy had a hand behind her and was gently scratching my balls while flexing her pussy to hump my cock. Next I felt a vibration at the base of my cock, it was mom applying the vibrator to Sandy’s clit and my cock got in the way on the up stroke.

I was going crazy not being able to see what the women were doing and with the pressure once again building in my balls I lifted mom off and screamed out I was about to cum. Mom lifted Sandy off my cock and dropped her mouth over it just as I was about to shoot. The first spray hit the back of her throat, then the second painted her face with white eyeliner, now she sucked and pumped until I was totally dry. As I slumped back to the floor mom leant over and kissed Sandy, dribbling cum onto her tongue, it was hot to watch but my cock had to admit defeat and slowly deflated from a rigid pole to a slimy slug.

Mom then told Sandy a car was coming for her and she would be on the way out of state within the hour. The two of them went off and left me on the floor recovering. Soon they were back, washed and dressed, Sandy with her bags in her hand. I put on something warm as a car pulled into the drive, then there was a knock at the door and a large security guy was standing in the snow. It was odd because he had bags of groceries that he handed to mom before taking Sandy’s bags. Off they when into the snow leaving mom and I alone in the house for another week. By the time the weather cleared and we were no longer snowed in my balls were whited out and I thought I might never again produce of drop of cum.

“What do you mean, ‘real or perceived?’” Sarah snapped back. “I’m not imagining this, and I don’t care what you say!”

“And therein lies the problem,” I replied calmly. I knew that this conversation was coming eventually, and now it is here.

“Problem? What problem?” asked Sarah.

“Well, let’s start with our sex life, or lack of one. We haven’t touched each other in several months, and it’s not for lack of trying on my part. But after a while, it becomes apparent that no amount of trying is going to make you want to fuck me. Ever since Donna was born 14 years ago, our sex life has been sorely lacking. Then you seem to want to do anything except have a normal life with your own daughter. All you seem to know how to do with her is argue, and you’ve been quite a pro at that. So I ask again, ‘What is going on with you?”

Sarah stepped back as if I’d punched her. I must be getting close to home with my observations. Then she shot back loudly, as if bragging, “Fine. If you want to know, I’ve been having an affair. Oh, and by the way, it isn’t with a man. And the sex is the best.”

Now I felt like stepping back. I had suspected something like this, but I truly thought it was another man. “For how long has this been going on?” I asked.

“Since Donna was a preschooler,” she replied. “I have been with at least three women at different times over those years. So where do we go from here?”

“I guess to my attorney’s office for starters,” I said. “I’ll have papers drawn up for your eviction, and I guess you and your present squeeze will have to share quarters, until she kicks you out.”

“What makes you think that I’ll leave?” she screamed.

“Your admission that you’ve been unfaithful for starters. Infidelity is grounds for divorce right there. Couple that with the fact that you don’t seem to want to make the effort to have a decent relationship with your own daughter will tell the court which parent is more suited for custody at this point. I’m afraid that when you decided to raise your voice tonight, Donna is bound to have heard all this, so it’s not just your word against mine.”

Donna burst into the room, in tears. “He’s right, Mom, I heard it all. And I’m old enough to make my own choices now, and I’m staying with Daddy.”

“Sarah, do you want some help packing your bags?” I asked sarcastically.

“Just leave me alone. I’ll pack a few things, but I haven’t finished with you yet.”

Minutes later, Sarah slammed out the front door, and the house was suddenly quiet. I went to Donna’s room, because I knew that she would be torn up about this. When I got there, she seemed rather calm. “Punkin, how are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m OK, Daddy. This really wasn’t too much of a surprise to me.”

“Why do you say that?” Did she know something I didn’t?

“Rumors have been going around the school about Mom and her affairs for a while now. I didn’t want to believe them, and tried to ignore them, but these rumors just kept on going longer than most. After a while, you have to wonder if they might be true, and it turned out that they were. So I guess I was more prepared for this than you. But try not to be too upset, Daddy. You still have me, and I still have you, and that means the world.”

It always hurts to be the last to know, but Donna’s last statement was true--we still had each other. She is so sweet, thinking about her Daddy again.

“I have an idea, Punkin. Rather than dwell on this, let’s let dressed up and go out for a first-class dinner. I’ll even pay for it!” That last statement brought a giggle from my girl, and we began to get ready for an evening out.

We went to my favorite steak house. Donna ordered prime rib, and I had a filet mignon. I even let her have some of my daiquiri, enough of it that I had to order a second one to get some for myself. We ate until we were about to burst, then headed back home. Once there, it became apparent that Donna had gotten a little tipsy, so I carried her into her room. She was having trouble with the buttons on her dress, and asked me to unbutton her. When I did, I got the biggest shock--she had on no bra, and the skimpiest thong bikini I could have imagined. The only way she could have had less undies on is if she were wearing nothing at all. “Surprised, Daddy?”

“Yes, I am a little, Punkin. You looked sexy in your dress, but even sexier now.”

“Well, what are you going to do about it, Daddy?” she asked. She knew the answer already, and started taking off my shirt. She licked and sucked my nipples, then undid my pants, letting them fall to the floor. My sweet daughter then pulled my undies off, exposing my erect 6” completely, and then began gently fondling my balls. She kissed my cock from its base up to the head, then inserted the head into her mouth. When she did that, a moan involuntarily escaped my throat, and she began a slow in and out motion with her head and mouth, wrapping her tongue around the head.

While Donna was pleasing me, I was fondling her 30-A tits and nipples. When I began sucking them, moving from left to right and back again, she began to moan herself, saying, “Ooooh, Daddy, that is making me hot and wet. Feel how wet my panties are.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice, and put my fingers on the crotch of her panties. There wasn’t a wet spot there; no, her panties were soaked completely. So I brought her head up from my cock and stood her up. I slid her panties off her sexy ass, slowly down her legs, and pulled them completely off so that we were both naked with each other. We laid down on the bed then, with her on top, and started the sexiest 69 I have ever experienced. Her pussy was dripping fluids onto my face already, while my cock was as hard it could get. I licked her pussy lips, not entering her yet, going up one side then down the other side, driving her insane. She was sucking as much of my cock into her mouth as she could without choking, taking in two, then three inches, using her teeth to stimulate the head each time.

I started to lick around her clit in circles, as if I was homing in on a target. Then, I sucked on her clit and felt her go stiff as a board. I reached up and pinched her little nipples, and then I heard her characteristic high-pitched “EEEEEEEEE.” My face was suddenly flooded with her pussy spray. She soaked my neck, upper torso, and bed linens with her pussy juices, then said “OH MY GOD” before she sprayed once again. I tried to drink as much as I could, but it sprayed too far and wide for me to get it all. Then she began working my cock harder and faster, before suddenly stopping. She said, “Daddy, I want you to come in me now.” She switched positions so that she was now sitting on my cock. She rode me slowly at first, then increased the speed, until I stiffened myself, and shot load after load of my come into her pussy. That triggered another orgasm on her part, and she sprayed all over my cock, lower torso, and legs.

She then collapsed on me like she’d been shot. Both of us were panting like we’d been running a race, and we were both soaked by sweat as well as other juices. I reached up and began fondling her tits again. My cock, still in her pussy but only half-erect, began getting bigger and bigger. Donna said, “Daddy, I feel you getting hard inside me! How cool! And I’m getting wet again too!”

And with that, she began humping me again, only this time, she started out at a frenzied pace. I matched her pace, then stopped the action. When she looked at me with a puzzled expression, I said, “Me on top this time,” and she nearly threw me off the bed trying to switch positions. I pulled out of her, got on top, then began slamming into her pussy like I had never fucked before. She planted her feet on the bed, lifted her ass off the bed, and screamed at the top of her voice, “EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” just before she soaked me and the bed again. I began coming seconds after that, and this time, it was me who fell on top of her. I kept my cock inside of her until it had completely become flaccid, then slowly pulled out, covered with her pussy juice and my come.

Donna scrambled up and began licking my cock like a long lollipop, getting all her juices and my semen off my cock. “Daddy, is this what they mean by a ‘cock-tail?”

We both laughed until it hurt, then decided it was time to clean up. We both laughed until it hurt, then decided it was time to clean up. I began cleaning Donna up first, starting with her beautiful face, and then moving down to her chest.  I used a wash cloth to clean her boobs, and then concentrated on her nipples.  "OOOH, Daddy, that feels soooo good!.  I could do this forever!."  But forever wasn't quite what I had in mind.  I moved down her tummy to her pussy, and cleaned first one pussy lip, then the other, before moving to her slit.  I soaped up a finger then moved it in between her pussy lips, and ran my finger over the entire length of her pussy, not quite penetrating her hole, but giving her inner lips the best cleaning I could.  I kept this cleaning motion up for a couple of minutes, then she stiffened.  As expected, I then heard her "EEEEEEEEE", and then another flood of her pussy juices as she sprayed all over my face and her legs.  She nearly feel over, so I had to catch her. Satisfied, I then cleaned her legs and ass off.

"God, Daddy, that was great!!  But now it's your turn to be cleaned."  She then took my cock in her soapy hand, and began stroking it with her right hand, while playing with my balls with her left.  I was already erect, so there wasn't much for her to do except keep stroking.  After about one minute, she already had me coming, and I shot a load all over her hands.  "Oh, thank you, Punkin.  That felt great!"  Then we had to hurry and wash each other off for real, as the hot water was running out. 

As we were washing each other off, Donna asked, "Daddy, is it OK if I ask Stephanie over for tomorrow night? I think that we could find something to do for you...so is it OK?"

"Let's see, you're asking if I want two beautiful girls to spend the night with me, when we won't have any chance of being interrupted, is that right? What do you think I should say, Punkin?"

"How about 'thank you' Daddy?" she replied, with a smile.