Chapter 4
So Juliet found herself with the children again that night, and she had more or less kept her head after all the drinks her suddenly attentive husband had urged upon her after dinner. She'd felt like drinking, but not all that much, and she knew damned well why Blake was trying to get her smashed.
He wanted to fuck her sister some more, but he also wanted to protect them by being sure Juliet slept soundly and would not awaken at the first passionate moans from dear Melanie. The poor guy had no idea that she already knew about his screwing her sister, and he'd probably pass out, if he thought she'd watched and approved.
She lay warmly between the kids, all of them naked and waiting for Blake and their mother to get started, so they could begin fucking on their own. Rochelle, Julie thought, and wondered if Ryan could take them both on, or if one of them would have to suffer awhile, waiting for the boy to recover his strength, and his hard-on.
It was amazing, what just one night and one day could do to change a person's entire moral outlook, she thought. Here she was, considering the fucking of her nephew, and abetting in his fucking of his sister. Two days ago, she would have recoiled in horror at such a suggestion, but now she was eager for the sexual festivities to begin.
Ryan's lips were at her ear, and she felt the probing of his delightfully hard cock against her thigh. He whispered, "Mom just climbed up into his bed. She really goes after a new prick, and in a few minutes, he wouldn't hear us if the roof fell in."
She wondered who would be first, wondered again if little Rochelle could be fully developed sexually, as her brother was. At twelve, Juliet had been an uptight, miserable kid. She hadn't even masturbated until she was fifteen or sixteen. But Rochelle was fucking at twleve, and fucking her brother, at that. If she had a brother, Juliet thought, it might have been quite different; maybe her brother could have turned her on at an early age, and all those years would not have been so lonely.
Now she wasn't lonely; a bare girl snuggled to her left side, a naked boy pressed upon the right side, and a need for this new richness was throbbing within her cunt. She turned her head and kissed Ryan, running her tongue into his mouth; then she turned to kiss little Rochelle, and was surprised by the fierceness of the girl's tongue as it darted and probed.
Across her taut body Ryan whispered, "Rochelle? I'll eat you first, okay?"
"Together," she said. "Show Auntie how we do it together, three people."
"Okay," he answered, and his hands were upon Juliet's flesh, caressing and urging her up to her knees. Shuddering, head bent, she kneeled in puzzlement until Ryan slid between her legs.
He was on his back, and, opening her legs, Juliet made room for his slim body, positioning her groin so she would be ready to take his prick.
She had heard the rustling of sheets, sensed rather than saw in the darkness the movement of Rochelle. Then the girl reached out and felt for Juliet's hand.
"Auntie, I'm right over Ryan's face, just the way you're over his cock. As you lower your body, I'll also let mine down. We're going to make a sandwich of my brother."
Juliet turned dizzy for a second; Ryan was about to fuck her, and to eat his sister's young pussy! Never in her wildest imaginings had Juliet ever dreamed of anything so bizarre, and here she was, involved in this strange triangle, her heart slamming like mad and her breath caught in her throat. She was so excited, she thought she might faint.
Ryan's hands were stroking her hips, sliding down across her crotch and making her labia tingle, then cupping the cheeks of her ass. Despite her shock, she was stimulated, turned on; she could feel her juices beginning to flow, lubricating the inner walls of her eager pussy, oiling the lips for the entrance of her little nephew's prick.
She clung to her niece's hand, afraid to let go-and yet wondering if she should hang on, and Rochelle said, "Down we go, Auntie dear-you on my brother's cock, me on his mouth."
It was crazy, impossible, and yet-Juliet winced as the blunt end of the boy's erect prick touched her labia, as it poked questingly into her pubic hairs. Helplessly, her lower body slipped down, down, and the head of Ryan's stiff cock eased into the suctioning grasp of her damp cuntlips. In it went, rigid and hot, and when her crotch touched his belly, he was fed into her pussy full length.
"Ooh," Rochelle sighed. "Ryan, your tongue tickles. Ooh, doll-yes, lick my cunt."
Juliet shivered, and wished that she could see the girl's face, that she could watch Rochelle slide back and forth upon her brother's mouth. She wished they were some place else, that her husband and their mother weren't just a few feet away.
But she would make do. She had a deliriously stiff cock up her flexing pussy, and the boy was wiggling it, pushing his pelvis up and letting it drop, so she could do no less than ride it nicely for him, grinding her crotch on the slippery cock.
Now Rochelle had taken both her hands, and she could feel the rhythm of the girl's movements as Ryan ate into that delicate little pussy. Juliet was glad she already knew the touch of that tongue, the gentle nipping of those teeth, the suction Ryan was giving to his sister's cunt. Squirming on his prick, she could almost feel the way his mouth was working on Rochelle's vagina, how it was stimulating the girl's clit.
What sharing this was, she thought; what blending and giving, each to the other. Intimate and soft, ardent yet gentle, they were no longer three individuals, but one connected person. Wiggling on the slow thrusts of the boy's cock, leaning forward, Juliet found herself almost face to face with her niece.
Rochelle's hands found Juliet's tits and began to fondle them. The sensation was terrific, and Juliet could not help leaning still farther forward, so that she could kiss the child's soft lips.
Mouths open, tongues sliding thrillingly over each other, teeth clashing tenderly, they kissed deeply, lovingly. Juliet tasted the youth, the fire in this lovely girl, and as their breaths blended, discovered that her own fingers were straying over Rochelle's breasts. But only for a moment; startled at herself, Juliet drew back, even though Rochelle clung to her nipples with fingers that were almost cruel.
And just then, Ryan stepped up the power and the beat of his strokes, laying his hard young meat up into the depths of her hot cunt. She writhed upon the rod, twisted so that it passed over the swollen bud of her clitoris, shook her ass as the boy fondled the cheeks.
"Oh!" the sound jolted from her, and she immediately choked back any other noises. Blake was so close, she thought, and even though her husband was no doubt busily fucking another woman, she still didn't want him to suspect what she was up to.
Rochelle hissed, "He's eating my cunt, Auntie. He's licking around inside my hot little pussy and tickling my clit. Now-ooohh! Now, he's sucking on it, biting my pussy. Oh, Auntie-is it this good for you?"
"Y-yes," she sighed. "Oh, yes! His cock-I'm about to come-oh, yes, I am-I am!"
And she shuddered to a blazing completion atop the surging" body of her nephew, hunched and trembled while the boy continued to stuff his prick into her undulating cunt. Every push of that dedicated cock was inflaming, another titillation of the throbbing clitoris, and she thought that she might never stop coming.
But then the spasm shook him, also, and she felt the head of his prick expand, felt the jetted release of his boyish semen as it struck hotly and greasily up into her box to splash against her cervix.
Oh, so good; oh, so magnificent; and as she sagged limply, the girl had Juliet's face pinned between small strong hands, and was kissing her. Rochelle's tongue was hotly penetrating, her teeth turned vicious, her breath bursting with small sobs into Juliet's panting mouth. The girl was coming, too; her small, sleek body jerked and quaked, and her hands mashed down upon Juliet's tits, flattening the hard and aching nipples against their palms.
When the gasping eased, and the stiff bodies relaxed, they clung together for a while, temporarily sated, their fiery passions slaked for the moment, but Juliet knew that this had been only the beginning, that more was to come.
But for now, she climbed carefully off the boy's impossibly stiff prick, conscious of the small hot trail of semen it left along the inside of her left thigh. She lay down beside him, now cut off from the girl by Ryan's body. And Juliet listened for sounds coming from the other bed.
She heard them, listened to the sloshy noises that could only be her husband's hard cock slapping itself meatily into her sister's steamy wet cunt. Blake and Melanie were screwing again, and the more they worked at it, the less they seemed to care about noises they might make. They were that wrapped up in each other, Juliet thought, that concentrated in their fucking, and she felt glad for them both.
Catching her breath, feeling the juiciness of her own cunt as it leaked a little oil into the warm clasp of her thighs, Juliet closed her eyes, and opened them suddenly, to stare in the blackness at the pale shape of Ryan. The boy was straddling her waist, feeling her tits with both deft hands, sliding up and up along the tensed skin of her belly.
His thighs were slim and warm along her rib cage; his balls, his so lightly haired crotch, pressed into her tummy. He was ready to do it again, she realized, but this way? And then she suddenly knew what was going to happen, knew without a doubt that her nephew was about to make her go down on him, eat his boyish cock.
She didn't know how. She was afraid and perhaps a little disgusted in advance. But she thought how nicely he had eaten her, how he had devoured his sister, and Juliet also knew that she could not, would not resist him.
Juliet flinched; warm lips had been drawn along her thigh, moving hotly down to her kneecap-satin lips, caressing breath, the hint of tiny teeth. Rochelle! What was the child doing? She was moving over, lifting her weight, crossing Juliet's leg, coming in between Juliet's knees.
Then Ryan moved upward again, calmly and steadily, sliding his crotch up to the mounds of her tits. He bent down his cock and used his hands to squeeze her breasts together, so he could make a cavern of them to shove his hard little cock into. His penis was sticky, damp on the head and down around his testicles, from the fucking he'd given her such a short time ago.
She could smell a faint musk, an odor of maleness that rose from his organs, and wondered hazily if some of that spice had come from the silken interior of her own pussy. Juliet could make out the dim shape of the boy's prick, so close to her face, and her hands fondled the downy cheeks of his ass as he pumped it slowly, languorously, back and forth.
"Titty fucking," he said quietly down to her. "I do it to Mom all the time, but you've got bigger and softer tits, Auntie."
Juliet quivered again, for now Rochelle was blowing softly into her pubic hair, blowing a warm, breezy caress across the taut flesh of her belly. Surely, the girl didn't mean to do the same thing her brother had done to her?
Then there was no time for wondering, for rationalizations, because Ryan let go her tits and moved up, pushing the head of his cock at her face. The spongy-hard knob of it brushed her cheek, and he took her head in both his hands, winding his delicate fingers into the depths of her hair to place her in just the proper position.
Gasping, Juliet felt the glans touch her lips, and she closed them in reflex. A boy's cock in her mouth! A prick inside her mouth, on her tongue, possibly reaching far back in her throat to make her strangle! Oh, no, she thought-she could never do this, had never done it to her own husband, had never considered doing it to anyone. And now-
Somehow her lips were opening, giving to the gentle insistence of the prick. Slippery and pliant, the glans slid in, and she opened wider so that her teeth would not scrape his tender skin. From some age-old memory of womankind, Juliet drew the knowledge of what she was supposed to do, and did it without hesitation, without question.
She took in the head of her nephew's prick, welcomed it with the softness of her lips and allowed it to glide along the roof of her mouth, laving its lower roundness with the lapping action of her tongue. He tasted wonderful, pungent and velvety, juicy and with a hint of milkiness.
Her teeth nipped him. She hadn't meant to, but it was an involuntary action caused by the blazing touch of Rochelle's lips upon her cunt, by the trailing fingers of the girl as she caressed the insides of Juliet's thighs and down into the feathery cleft of her ass.
"Ummm!" Rochelle said, the vibrations of her low voice setting up a frenzied chain reaction within Juliet's cunt as her niece's lips kissed it.
Ryan drew back, moved forward, and Juliet realized that he was fucking her mouth, that he was making the same strokes and gyrating motions into her face that he had recently made into her pussy. The boy was screwing her mouth, copulating there, and she could not keep from caressing his sliding prick with her tongue, nor hold back from chewing lovingly upon it from time to time.
She drew him closer, digging her fingers into the cheeks of his ass and pulling him deeper, reveling in the surge of his cockhead into the back of her throat. Juliet wanted to eat him, to swallow him into her stomach and digest him, so that he would become a part of her flesh and blood forever.
Rochelle's torrid tongue pushed itself wetly into Juliet's labia, spreading the already wet lips wider for its entrance. The girl licked hotly there, lapped thirstily into the slit before moving farther up to the nest of the clitoris. The sensation was tremendous, overwhelming, a matchless feeling of intimacy and affection.
The boy humped her mouth, holding to her head and starting to stroke so deeply that Juliet was afraid she might choke on his prick, but she managed to take it anyhow. The licking, pushing the end of her tongue into the sticky slot of his glans, the sucking-it was all bringing him to a climax.
Down below, Rochelle was doing the same things to Juliet, but in a feminine way. Juliet thought insanely that no boy would ever be able to eat pussy the way a girl could, because the female knew all the female's most sensitive places, all the high points of erotic stimulation.
Clutching her nephew's ass, Juliet pulled and pulled, her tongue racing around the plunging head of his cock. And she was rewarded when he groaned, when his lower body turned rigid and the cheeks of his ass clenched.
"Ahh!" he breathed. "Ah, Auntie darling-I'm coming, coming! Make me come, darling Auntie-swallow it, suck it out!"
Furiously, the knob of his staff exploded within her sucking mouth, and she knew the spatter of thick, hot fluid that drenched her throat and flooded her cheeks. Creamy and musky, the boy's powerful semen streamed like boiling honey over the roof of her mouth and over her tongue, her teeth. Juliet gulped and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, and thought that she might be hurting Ryan by draining so much of his strength out through the delicious head of his prick.
Not so; he continued to pump his savory come into her throat, the flow diminishing only in slow spurts until she was certain she had him sucked dry. She licked the head, curled her tongue around the slim rod, and let go of his ass so she could play with his balls.
"Mmmm!" Rochelle moaned into her cunt, and the girl's teeth drew the clitoris between them. Juliet almost bit down on her nephew's young, hard cock, but held off in time.
Rochelle was eating frantically into her pussy, laving the walls, nipping the labia, sucking the mouth of the cunt into her own and trying to drain all its juices. Juliet's ass was grinding in response, her belly heaving and bucking.
Ryan tried to back his prick out of her mouth, but she clung to it, holding him between her teeth, sucking as she was being sucked. She thrust quicker against the girl's chin, into Rochelle's sharp teeth, and she could not resist the low, crooning sound that escaped her throat.
Clamping her thighs about her niece's head, she fucked the girl's mouth in short, savage little humps, knowing the spread, the growth of that mellow, hot feeling, the bursting of her orgasm. She was coming, coming, and the sensation was so intense, so sizzling, that her mind whirled and her senses reeled.
Sweet and hot; eating and being eaten; devoured and swallowed and loved-LOVED!
Juliet's mouth slipped off the boy's prick as her head fell back upon the pillow. Her eyes closed dreamily, and her thighs opened slowly, regretfully, to let the girl's head escape from their satin grip. She had been the center of all the universe, the pinwheel of adoration, and she wanted to dissolve her flesh for them, for these wondrous children who were more free and open jwith their sexuality than she had ever been. But she would try to match them-oh, yes, she would try.