Chapter 6
It may be true that some things never change, but other things, like people, do change. That is, they grow and mature. But maybe that old saying is true to a certain extent. For while the years shape us, many of the impulses and needs we develop early in life, during adolescence, will always have more than a little to do with the way we are.
Christie Devins was no exception. Only, these days she wasn't Christie Devins. She was Christie Matthews, married now for all of three months to sturdy, good-looking Matt Matthews, an advertising man three years her senior with one of the younger, more aggressive firms in the city.
It had been six years since that first day when she and her brother and mother had made love in the bedroom she and Vic had shared. And while a lot had changed during those years, a lot, once again, had stayed much the same.
For one thing, that first time of incestuous triple play had not been the last. Not by a long shot. In fact, during the intervening years Rachel and her children had, if nothing else, increased their sexual compatibility. They had grown as close as only regular lovers can grow, and these bonds had actually been strengthened by the fact that they were so closely related. Indeed, once effective, open sexual communication had been established between the three, there seemed to follow a relaxing of many of the other tensions that will exist in any household, especially between brothers and sisters. It got to the point where the Devins household was the mellowest house on the block-and probably in the whole darn city!
Never having known anyone in a similar situation, Rachel Devins-or Vic or Christie for that matter-had no idea how incest affected other families, but for the Devins clan it had worked just fine, bringing them together in a mature, good relationship, both sexually and otherwise, and helping to bring about a firm family solidarity. Certainly there were the normal day-to-day hassles of people being in lousy moods and so on-no one's ever found a way to eliminate those things-but by and large the closeness that the three Devins experienced was one they saw shared by few, if any, of their friends and neighbors.
Naturally, the secret of this bond of mellowness between the Devins was a well-kept mystery, to say the least. The friends and neighbors may have appreciated the results, but they never knew the reasons, and the Devins saw to it that it stayed that way. Rachel and her children were well aware of the popular opinions regarding incest and while she saw very well how incest could royally screw some people up both mentally and emotionally, depending on the circumstances, time had also proven to her that these were not things she had to worry about with her children.
In some ways, as is often the case, the kids were hipper sexually than she was!
But in the intervening six years, she had more than loosened up, and the really great thing, Christie now realized, was that all three of them had not had to sacrifice any "normal" sexual activity outside of their house. No, Rachel still had her dates, although she still hadn't found anyone "steady" to fall in love with yet, and Christie had gotten married and Vic was going to school and living the life of a hippy with a coed up in the mountains.
It was beautiful, really, Christie thought. The three of them had their own lives and loves, plus they had each other. What more could any sexually healty, sexually active person ask for?
Well, that's the way it had been going for six years. All of it kept very top secret, even from the trio's respective mates. About once every week or two mother and children would get together and indulge in some of the wildest sexual combinations imaginable, usually for whole afternoons and evenings at a time. And then, physically washed out, it would be time to take their showers and return to the normal schedules of their lives, until the next time that one of them experienced the familiar, warm need arising in their loins, and called the other two to set up a "date."
Yes, the whole setup had been ideal, thought Christie. She stood now in the bathroom off the bedroom she shared with Matt, brushing her lovely blonde hair. It had been an ideal setup, but now things were about to change. They were to change that very night, in fact, if everything went according to plan.
For that evening, the Devins circle was about to be widened....
Christie continued running the brush through her luxurious hair and a gentle smile of anticipation kissed her full, sexual mouth. Vic had first come up with the idea, nearly two months earlier, and it had taken them up to now to get up the gumption to do what they were going to do. Yes, all in all it promised to be a very exciting evening....
Long ago the three of them had made a vow to each other never to let on to anyone else what they were involved in unless all three gave the okay, and after Vic had made his initial suggestion, it had been quite some time before a final decision had been reached, and then only after all of the various angles involved had been thoroughly talked out, with Vic and Rachel and Christie each expressing their thoughts on the matter.
But at last the decision had been reached, and tonight, if all went well and no one was too freaked out and blew the gig, Christie's Matt and Vic's girlfriend, Debby, were about to be introduced to the joys of group sex.
The ringing of the phone from the front of the apartment broke Christie from her thoughts. The phone rang twice, and she heard Matt answer it. Matt spoke for a minute or so in friendly tones, though Christie couldn't make out the words, and then called out, "Christie, it's your mother! Do you want to call her back?"
Christie put down the hairbrush and crossed through the bedroom to the living room. "No, that's okay," she said as she approached. "I'm all finished in there, honey, in case you wanted to take a shower or anything."
Matt was waiting with the phone in his hand. He was a tall, broad-shouldered guy with thick, shaggy black hair and a deep bronze tan that attested to the many hours each week that he managed to spend working out on the tennis courts near their home.
He gave his young bride a big kiss as he handed her the phone, and padded back through the apartment to their bedroom.
Christie said softly into the phone, "Mom?
How are you doing? Is anything wrong?"
Rachel laughed gently. "No, angel, nothing's wrong here if nothing's wrong there. There's nobody here for there to be anything wrong with, except me, and I'm as horny as ever for that stud husband of yours!" , Christie couldn't help letting go a small giggle. "Oh, Mom, don't talk like that-"
"Why not, it's the truth," Rachel said. "I just wanted to call to make sure that you hadn't started to have second thoughts. I mean after all, what we have in mind is a little on the kinky side."
Christie lowered her voice to a whisper. "Don't worry about anything," she said. "I get hot to trot just thinking about the idea, and I don't think we'll have to worry about Matt. He knew I was a little crazy when he married me. And he's pretty broadminded. I'm not saying he won't be a little surprised, or maybe even a little shocked, but I think he'll be able to get into the swing of things once the idea sinks in. How about Vic's old lady?"
"I just called Vic," Rachel said. "They're getting ready to leave in a few minutes. He says everything looks good from his end too, so keep your fingers crossed. Your old Mom's just sitting here, hot and waiting!"
Christie couldn't help emitting a lusty laugh. "You're something else, Mom," she said. "No one'll ever accuse you of being old-fashioned! Well, hold on. We should be getting there in another hour or so."
"Good, honey. I'll be looking for you."
They said their goodbyes and Christie slipped the phone back onto the receiver. She turned-and almost bumped into Matt, who had just come up right behind her. But judging from Matt's manner, he hadn't heard much of the conversation. Or at least he hadn't picked up what daughter and mother had been talking about.
No, Christie's well-hung old man had something else on his mind!
He stood there before her now, nude, and just like every other time Christie had seen him like this, she couldn't help but momentarily flash on those trim, muscular man-gods she remembered from the old Greek paintings.
He slid his big arms around her and drew her to him, flashing her a wide, loving smile. "Anything wrong?" he asked casually.
"N-no, Matt. Nothing's wrong at all, but you know Mom. She was just making a last minute check to see if we were still coming over tonight. I told her we were on our way."
Matt lowered his mouth to her ear and nudged away a few soft strands of cornsilk hair. "I hope you told her we won't be right over, baby," he whispered huskily, and there was no mistaking the intent beneath his tone.
Christie pulled back slightly with a patient smile on her face. "Now, Matt," she reprimanded teasingly. "We don't have time now-"
Matt stroked the back of her neck with the fingers of one hand, and with the other he slid down the long curve of her back to the rise of her firm asscheeks, pressing her forward. Her hips mashed in against his and his thick, long semi-erect cock pressed through the material of her robe against her pussy and made her gasp.
"Let's make time," he said, and he added to the argument by increasing his pressure on her ass and parting the cheeks slightly through the material with his fingers, letting the longer fingers force the material up and down across her sensitive anal tissue.
This always drove Christie crazy, and right now was no exception.
"Oh, Matt," she moaned. "Ohh, I love it when you finger my ass."
"Do you want more, baby?" he chided lovingly. "I don't know if we have the time-"
"Let's make the time!" she breathed.
The hot knob of his cock was pressing harder and harder against the front of her robe as her response excited him further. His dick was now nearly rock-hard and, even through the material, felt like a burning coal. Christie felt herself come to life down between her legs, felt her pussy grow hot and moist with desire.
"In here," Matt said, and he took her hand and led her across the modernly appointed living room to the wide couch beneath the drawn drapes.
They'd never made love in the living room before, and there was something about it, and the fact that they had to hurry, that turned Christie on even more. By the time they reached the couch her cunt was dripping!
She lay down on her back and Matt followed, making room beside her. Her arms went around him and her long fingers teased with the shaggy strands of hair at the nape of his neck while he expertly undressed her. He slipped one of his hands down to the belted front of her robe, undid the belt, and slipped his hand inside and began palming the smooth nakedness of one of her thighs.
Instinctively, Christie parted her legs for him. Her eyes were closed tightly and pretty soon low purring moans were coming from deep in her throat as he began to teasingly tug the strands of her velvety pussy hair.
"Mmmmm, that's it, daddy," she sighed. "You sure know how to make your woman feel good."
She spread her legs even wider as Matt's fingers dropped another half inch and stroked the lips of her already tumed-on pussy.
"Do you like that, baby?" he whispered as his fingers worked her temperature up another ten degrees.
"Yes, baby," she responded. "Yes ... but do the other thing, too ... with my ass."
"You mean this?"
Knowing what was coming, Christie spread her legs even wider and smoothly arched her hips about an inch off the couch. As she arched, Matt let his hand slide further down between her legs, underneath to the crack of her ass and he began fingering her in small circular motions, sending new electrical shivers through her sensuous system.
On the first night of their honeymoon he had discovered that his wife's asshole was her hot button. She loved it when he fingered her there.
She was loving it now too, and to show him just how much she loved it, she reached down and began stroking his throbbing fuck-muscle. She stroked it lightly, letting her fingers drum gently up and down its length. Occasionally she would twitch one of her fingernails back and forth across the underside of the head, and every time she did this his hips would jerk convulsively and an unconscious moan would gurgle from deep in his throat.
For nearly five minutes the two of them worked each other, building fires and getting even more turned on as they felt the other's excitement build.
Finally, Christie got to the point where she simply couldn't stand another moment of being teased and not being fucked!
"Oh, Matt ... my pussy's all wet ... I can't wait ... I need it now!!"
That was okay with Matt. He'd been pretty well saturated with playing fingerfuck games anyway!
He propped himself up on one knee and slid the robe that was still partially wrapped around her writhing body out from under her, dropping it carelessly to the floor next to the couch. But he didn't get right back down with her. No, he'd long ago come to appreciate the degree to which sex could be heightened by stopping just for an instant and taking one last complete look at the girl you were going to screw, before you screwed her.
And Christie had learned the trick as well, for her eyes slid down the length of his lean body as he paused before her. Her eyes were wide with lust and they drank his nakedness in hungrily. Her mouth opened and her tongue darted out to wet her lips as the trail of her eyes moved downward past his smooth hard belly. She groaned loudly when she came to his totally erect pecker, arching out from the rest of his body like some beautiful lance of flesh that she would gladly impale herself upon.
As for Matt, the sight of this horny young bitch stretched out before him was almost enough to make him cream right then and there, all over that hot, flat belly of hers.
The nipples topping her delicious boobs were hard and standing at attention. He lowered his gaze from them to the soft triangle of her cunt hair and he suddenly had the urge to bury his face in it, to eat his wife out instead of fucking her. Matt Matthews was one of the best tongue-fuck men in the city-plenty of women had told him so-but, no, he decided against licking her off this time. Whenever he went down on her, she liked him to get her off all the way, and there just wasn't enough time for that now, dammit. They'd already made plans for that boring get-together that evening at Christie's mother's place.
At least, Matt Matthews thought it would be a bore.
He reached down and fondled his cock.
"Is my baby ready for some good dicking?" he asked with a smile.
"Oh yes, daddy ... yes."
He slid down beside her again and her arms went around him, the fingernails teasing and prickling the flesh of his back. They kissed long and hotly, their wet tongues spearing into each other's mouths and dueling in frenzied abandon.
Matt slid his hand back down to between her legs. Christie pulled her mouth from his and grunted as his middle finger teased her pussy lips. Fractions of an inch away from his darting fingers, her erect clit throbbed wildly with need.
"Oh, baby ... I thought you said you were going to dick me ... I thought you-"
"Hold on, baby," Matt said. "We're almost there. I just want to make sure you're hot."
"Ummmm, baby ... I'm hot ... I'm hot!"
Matt grinned sexily. "I mean hot enough," he added, as his fingers continued to fly.
"Ohhhhhh, Matt...."
Christie spread her legs as far as she could. Her breath was coming in hot, jerky gasps as her hips began moving up and down, as if trying to capture his middle finger.
At long last, he slipped the demon finger just barely into her cunt. The sudden contact with the outer walls of her twat drove Christie crazy and she almost sat up, groping blindly for his rod.
"Matt. . Matt," she moaned. "I can't wait ... I can't ... stick it to me, lover ... please ... fuck your horny bitch ... I'm dying for it!!!"
By that time, she wasn't the only one! In her heat she had begun jerking her hand up and down across the bud of Matt's cock in frantic, piston-like movements. The young husband pulled her hand away just in time. He'd felt his balls tighten up and had almost shot his wad all over her fist. That would have been a real waste!
Beside him, Christie's whole body was squirming and twisting, as if fed by some electrical current. She arched her back, pushing her heaving, jiggling titties up into his face.
"Okay, baby," he breathed, rolling on top of her. "Here it comes!"
He slid smoothly into place between her legs, running the palm of one of his hands up and down her sweaty inner thighs. One of her legs was actually off the couch now with the foot touching the floor, but neither one seemed to notice or care.
But even this late in the game, Matt continued to tease and torment his beautiful wench....
With the knob of his gigantic dick brushing against her fuck-hole, he leaned up and his mouth went for her tits. He gobbled them loudly, first one, then the other, pulling the pointed, rock-hard cherry tips deeply into his mouth and nibbling them with his teeth.
This really put Christie up into the stratosphere! She worshiped her husband's healthy, meaty cock, and while he licked and sucked her tits, she reached down once again for her favorite plaything, working it in an up-down movement like a pump handle against the slippery, open lips of her dripping pink sugarbowl.
They were both beyond anything save primal, driving lust by now. The blood pounded in their veins as Christie pumped the dick harder and harder against her aching clit. The walls of the living room reverberated with the sounds of their moans and groans.
Matt had chosen his moment well. With sudden swiftness he jammed his hips forward and sunk into her to the hilt. The unexpected quickness of it shocked her with ecstasy and she almost passed out.
"Ohhhhhh!!!!" she gasped. "Oh, it's so big ... Oh yes, Matt, make it good, baby. Make it good for me ... ahhhhhh, mmmmmm!!!"
Matthew smiled to himself confidently and pulled his dick back out about three inches. His wife groaned in fear that he would leave her, then sighed with ecstasy again as she realized that he was through with teasing, that he was just setting a pace.
Soon her slim, sleek hips were moving in rhythm to his as he began working in and out of her with slow, long, even strokes, each thrust going in a little deeper until she could actually feel his cum-filled balls slapping urgently against the cheeks of her ass in time to their sensuously slow fucking.
Bit by bit, Matt increased their rhythm. Faster and faster their slippery, sweat-slick bodies pounded at each other. Christie's cunt was so moist that the room was filled with the swish-swish-swish sound of a hard prick screwing the cunt of a woman ready to explode with orgasm. Christie's clenched fists hammered blindly at Matt's back as he pounded deeper and deeper into her.
"Matt," she cried out. "My titties ... eat my titties ... please ... please."
Matt's breath was hurried and hoarse but he obliged, not losing his pace as he eased up a few notches and grabbed one of her boobs, sucking and biting it with everything he had. The girl's head whipped from side to side, her body twisting and squirming beneath him, going crazy for release.
"How's that, baby?" he groaned.
"Oh, yes ... I love it, Matt ... do it ... do it ... fuck me ... faster ... faster ... fuck me."
And then it was upon her and they both knew it as her legs wrapped around to lock behind him, hugging him like a giant cobra snake. The muscles of her cunny clamped around his prick and milked it, the steaming walls of her box tightening him into her like a fist.
"Oh, god," she screamed. "I'm cuuummm-iiiinnnngggg!!!"
That's what he'd been waiting for. It was Matt's cue to let himself go, too. Suddenly the rocking stopped and they both held still for an instant, buried deeply inside each other's body, savoring that last, beautiful second.
Then it happened!
Matt's cock seemed to grow to twice its size as he found the trigger to her gun. The abrupt, powerful explosion rocked them both. no
"Oh, Christie-" he moaned.
His cock erupted, gushing hot, thick, creamy cum into the depths of her quivering, sucking body. The moment that they reached the peak, the crest of their sexual wave, Matt continued his ramming and pounding, filling her up with the goo of his love until the hot cum overflowed. It gushed from her pussy and bubbled down between the cheeks of her smooth, red ass.
It took nearly a full minute for him to empty his load into her and even then he still had some stiffness left, and Christie made him use it! With a long, drawn-out moan she began rotating and arching her hips again, though not quite as anxiously as before.
Matt continued giving her the little he had even while his cock continued to shrink. For a moment his wife sped up, then tensed and held still, and then the pretty blonde shuddered as she came again, one last lovely time! With a contented purr, she loosened her legs from around him and relaxed back, enjoying the pressure of his weight upon her, the muscles of her pussy still holding him lovingly within her. Matt, too, was content to simply lay there, catching his breath with the woman beneath him.
Christie could still feel his excess cum oozing from her pussy, probably leaving a stain on the couch-but she didn't mind. What was infinitely more important was the secure, warm sensation of being loved that the feeling gave her; loved by a man who, she had to admit, was the best damned pussy-fucker she'd ever have the pleasure to experience in her whole young sex-happy life!
As her mind began drifting, the way a person's mind will in the lazy aftermath of good sex, she found herself wondering how her mother would like Matt's way with a prick; or how her brother Vic's old lady, Debby, would like it, for that matter. The thought was almost enough to make her horny all over again.
Almost ... but not quite. Even a chick like Christie had her limit, and for the time being the young bride was happily, thoroughly fucked out.
She smiled up into her husband's face and brushed her lips across his affectionately.
"That was beautiful, Matt," she sighed. "You're so damned good."
"I couldn't be good without you, angel," he smiled back, returning the kiss. "But, much as I hate to say it, shouldn't we be getting up and take a shower and be on our way over to your mother's?" He grimaced. "I sure wish there was some way we could cancel out on that. I really don't feel like leaving."
Christie kissed him again, and the smile she gave him this time was more than affectionate. There was a saucy knowingness to it that he didn't catch.
"Oh, come on, lazy bones," she grinned. "You come along and I'll bet you anything you have the time of your life."