Chapter 1
My big, muscular, Greek-god of a husband would probably be too conceited to admit it. But, all things considered, last weekend wasn't bad at all. Of course, with those three millionaires and their wild friends, we never know when to expect some outside action. But weekends are nearly always good for a one-anda-half to a two day orgy. When they take a vacation or come down here from their executive suites in New York for a week or more, the orgies never end. They get their money's worth and more from this bunch.
None of us have any real reason to complain. We've got it made-a private beach estate with our own secluded swimming pool just north of Miami, a bank account that never runs under a five thousand dollar average, two late-model cars, and a sexy French maid who doesn't need to speak a word of English to turn anybody on.
It started out about two o'clock Saturday afternoon when the alarm clock rang. It didn't wake up Greg, my husband, because he had come home from a poker party at seven that morning, drunk and having lost eight hundred dollars. I don't remember too much about what the rest of the family had done the Friday night before. I think they had dates with people in town (which is really kind of cheating on our millionaire "keepers," because they expect us to be here for their exclusive enjoyment all the timemore or less).
As for myself, I had wanted to finish a good murder-mystery book I was reading, and then look at the Late-Late Show on our new color TV. Sure, I felt sexy. I always do. But never call me a nymphomaniac! Call me oversexed, bisexual, perverted, even a cocksucker or a cunt eater. But it's my eighteen-year-old sister Vickie who's the real nympho in the family. And she couldn't get enough sex with me that night. It was only when I made her agree to eat me once for every time I ate her, that I began to like it. Oh, she's got a body all right. A little chubby, but all in the right places.
Vickie weighs 139 pounds, but it's distributed out to about 38C-25-39, and she's five-three. She has a thing about me, being her older sister at twenty-one and very blonde and weighing only 126 pounds, an inch taller than her, and measuring 36-24-36. She can put one of her big nipples in my cunt and actually screw me with it. And there are times she can turn me on more than anybody. I introduced her to sex with girls when she was a lot younger, so maybe I have only myself to blame. Men like her. They love that big, firm ass and thighs and the crazy titties. But I think I'm sexier. Maybe I'm as conceited as my husband is.
Greg was a stud when I met him, but he wasn't for men. He hustled women, and the ones around Miami with the big bankrolls love him. I can take him or leave him. Well ... maybe I should be more honest. Sex with a lot of people can be good, but Greg is something else. The big thing about him ... is his thing! It's eleven inches long and damn thick. A lot of women get nervous and tighten up on him and can't take it. But I know more than one good-looking chick about thirty to thirty-five who'll pay him a hundred bucks or more just to lay in bed with him and play with it and suck it. Eleven inches is abnormal! But what a cock to eat!
He's the same age as I am, and my dad likes to take pictures of us fucking or sixty-nining, and my mother likes his cock for plain, old-fashioned fucking. Mother's only thirty-eight and still firm and built. She's on a diet and takes exercises, plays a lot of tennis and golf and spends a lot of the time on the beach in her bikini (like I do) or naked in the sun at our private pool, surrounded by a high wood fence.
Mother's got tits like you always wish some of those women in the old movies had ... the ones in the real low neckline Victorian gowns and formals. The cleavage looked great, but they probably hung to the floor without a good uplift. Margie, my mother, wears a 38-B bra. She's 25 at the waist and has a cute ass that's one of the curviest I've ever seen.
Her hips only measure 35, which makes her a little top-heavy. Nobody complains. She's firm and nice and has a beautiful pair of legs that I bet will be just as sexy when she's fifty.
I better get back to last Saturday afternoon and then III explain about our wayout family more a little bit later. I let Greg go ahead and sleep while I went in and took a nice, long shower. I like showers, because I like to play with myself and let the jets of water hit my open cunt. It's a great lack, really!
I can do it best in a bathtub that has a shower, because you can aim the water better. What I did, after I'd washed myself real "scrub-clean" all over, was to turn on the cold water to full force. I aimed the spray toward the back of the tub and stood back there holding my cunt lips open so that some of the jets splatted right on my clit.
Oh, that moved me. I could feel an orgasm coming on if I worked it right. I went up and turned the spray onto "HOT'! When I moved back and held open my cunt for the hot sprays of water, I started to cry. The pain was beautiful! It was marvelous! It reminded me of the first cock I ever had and how it hurt and made me cry ... but I wanted it! I needed it. It made me so groovy that I got out of the shower and rubbed myself dry in front of the full-length mirror on our bathroom door. I like to look at my tits and open up the lips of my cunt and look!
I'm an exhibitionist, a voyeur, a narcissist. You name it and I'm right with you. Your kick is mine, unless you go in for the hardcore SM or bathroom stuff. Not for me. When I was watching myself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door, I was being both a voyeur and a narcissist. I don't masturbate very much alone, but I was feeling pretty sexy then, and I watched how my two fingers clipped up into my cunt and came out gooey, pulling along some of my reddish-blonde pubic hairs. I was hot!
I slipped on a pair of tight, white hot pants with a little red hem around each thigh and at my belly. Without panties, my pubic patch was almost visible through the thin white material. And they were so tight that each contour of my ass, my mound above my pussy, and the division of the lips themselves were out-lined. Naturally, I had wiped out my cunt and hoped I wouldn't get too aroused again or I'd have a wet crotch. Not that it would make much difference. Mr. Wallace (Al), likes to see my crotch wet through hot pants or slacks. It psychs him up.
For the top, after I reached down to squeeze and play with my nipples a little and rub them with my wet fingertips, I put on nothing but a sleeveless, V-neck blouse made of stretch nylon. It was red and matched the trim on the hot pants. I resisted the temptation to take off my hot pants and put a vibrator in my pussy while I combed out my hair. Vickie keeps one up her all the time she's sitting in bed reading or watching TV in her own room. She also masturbates herself while we sit down to eat sometimes. Not me. I'm oversexed, but not nympho.
I had just finished combing out my hair when I heard a car drive up at the side of the house. It was a big car, so I guessed that it was Mr. Wallace. He always rents a Cadillac as soon as he gets to Miami. Mr. Albert Wallace is forty-five years old and is vice-president and one-fourth owner of a big computer company in New York ... or maybe it's New Jersey.
He has a wife and kids, of course, but they don't make the scene here with him. He's got the hots for his seventeen-year-old daughter (by his first wife), and he says she looks like me. I'm not real gone on him, but he's great at oral sex, and I often tell him, when he's in the right mood, and I spread my legs, "Honey, just call me a cafeteria!"
When I looked out the window, I saw that it was Al getting out of the car. He must have changed in town, because he was wearing slacks and a real colorful T-shirt with his college fraternity emblem on it. He's short and sort of pudgy, which makes for big and flabby chests. He should never wear a tight stretch thing like a T-shirt. When he jogs around, his breasts flop around in the shirt like a woman without her bra.
I saw Annette, our cute, twenty-three-year-old French maid, go out to help him bring in his golf clubs and suitcase. He greeted her with a long lass in her own language. Sometimes, I get jealous, although I know I shouldn't. Annette is a cute darling with a figure like about 38-27-39, and I love to play with her big, white, smooth, lovely ass. But so do a lot of other people.
As I watched Al kissing her, I saw his hand reach back and pull up her short uniform so that he could feel her hips. She had on briefs, but in about one minute, he had his hand under the elastic and all over her bare ass. I liked to watch it, but I was still a little jealous, and I didn't want to get too excited myself right at that moment.
Annette told him she was having her period, but she was only teasing him by having put in a tampon. I saw the disappointed look on Al's face when he tried to put his hand to her crotch. I stuck my head out the window and laughed. "Too bad, Al," I yelled. "You might as well go home. All the girls are having their periods today."
"Very well," he called up to me in that distinguished, business-like voice of his, but with a smirk on his lips too. "This will have to be my weekend for boys. Where's your kid brother?"
"A bee stung him on his thing, and another one right on his rear," I joked back the way I knew Al liked. "And Dad's on a drunk."
"What about that husband of yours?" Al asked, still playing with Annette's legs as she kissed his face and neck and tried to understand our crude humor. "Perhaps I'm in the mood for something big and long this weekend."
"Too bad about that, Al," I said, thinking quickly. "He got it up last night and we couldn't get it to go down. Bobby (my brother, who is fourteen whacked it with a baseball bat and broke it. It's in a splint."
"Go to hell," he said with a big laugh, squeezing Annette's braless titties through her uniform. "I'll meet you in the sex room and have Ann bring us some drinks and a little sandwich or some of her French canapes."
The sex room was just that. It was the entire basement of the big house that had been finished to the special order of Adam, Al and Jeffrey, our three benefactors. It had special lighting that was controlled by a little panel of switches and dials. Any color we wanted was available at our fingertips, and the lights could be bright to very dim.
The carpet was specially made by a Georgia manufacturer, which was owned by Jeffrey's conglomerate. It was four times thicker than average and the pile was very rich. With a foam rubber backing that was also thick, it was just as comfortable to have sex on the floor as it was on any of the three double king-sized beds that were strategically placed around the huge room, which was air-conditioned and soundproof.
A bar was built in at one side, there was stereo mood music playing most of the time. And there were three separate bathrooms opening into the room along one wall. Big beach towels filled the linen closets, along with velvet as well as regular sheets. The night tables had dildos, vibrators, and straps and little whips for the very mild S and M stuff.
When I walked into the sex room with a little sway to my well-out-lined ass, Al was setting up the tape cartridges in the stereo and holding a glass of iced amber liquid that I knew was Scotch and soda. Annette entered with a very happy smile on her face, carrying a tray of canapes, cheeses and things. Her smile turned sour when she saw me there in my sexy hot pants and the V-neck with no bra.
The French girl wasn't wearing a thing under her nylon uniform. I could tell that when she walked between me and the brighter lighting that surrounded the bar. I knew what she had wanted from Al, even though she was having her period. She was French all the way, and cocksucking was her favorite sport. She just couldn't imagine that American girls could do a man (or a woman) anything like a Frenchie.
"Well" Al said with a big smile after he closed the built-in stereo cabinet and held out his arms to me. "How's the girl with the golden crotch? And how many little naughty things have you done since last week?"
"Everything ... darling," I teased him with a husky voice and blew in his ear as we embraced. "Mother has found a marvelous new way to let Greg ... fuck her ass ... darling."
"Oh, what a sight that would be," Al said, just before his tongue slipped into my mouth and his hands grabbed my buttocks. "If they keep working at it, maybe Greg can get it in her ass. When he does, I want to be in her pussy. I'd dearly love to feel my cock banging against his when we hit bottom."
"You're a dirty old man!" I accused, jokingly, then steered him over by the bar where Annette was arranging the canapes. "Oh, Annette, would you mind being a good girl and fixing me a gin and tonic?"
Annette spoke little English, but there was no doubt about her understanding what I had asked for. The men had brought her over as our maid primarily. Her sexual favors came second. She had caused some dissension because Adam Farrington liked her for sex very much ... much more than the others. He would take her side when we had problems. But Adam Farrington wasn't here yet, so I cleared my throat and spoke with the tones of a haughty bitch!
"I said to fix me a gin and tonic, Annette!"
The girl was leaning over the bar so that Al could have a good look at her tits. She was waiting to see his reaction. The girl considered the men to be her employers (which they actually were) and she disliked the role of playing maid to the Wilson family.
"My! My!" Al exclaimed, smiling at her as he reached down the front of her uniform and grabbed a nipple, squeezing it with all his might! "Get Connie her goddamn drink!"
We're all a little sadistic, I guess. I watched as the infuriated Al kept squeezing and twisting the big red nipple on her big tits. She screamed and cried and begged him to let go, promising to get my drink, which she did.
"And take off that skimpy uniform," Al told her, after I began to sip the cooling gin and quinine water. "I like to see you walking around naked when you wait on us. Play with your pussy a little too, Annette. You're an excellent masturbator. But keep the bloody tampon inside!"
I can't take it away from her. Anne is very, very sexy. She has dark hair and bright, expressive brown eyes. Her tits are almost as big as mine, but what turns on the men are her long, full legs and that big and shapely ass. She stripped off and Al looked at her hungrily. He licked his lips, then told her to come out from behind the bar and masturbate.
Annette smiled as she walked across to the closest bed, knowing that both Al and I were marveling at her huge ass cheeks as they swiveled in an erotic counter-balance to her titties. The cleavage between her cheeks was very deep, more so than usual, and it was fascinating to pull them apart and find her asshole. I think her rear was her chief attraction for some people.
Al took off his shirt, pants and shorts, then moved his bar stool closer to mine as we faced toward the bed. Annette lay down with her knees up and thighs apart, so that we were staring directly into her crotch, and could see the big melons on her chest, as well as the expressions on her face.
She began to sway and writhe very subtly at first, trying to pick up the tempo of the background music. Her hands cupped her breasts and played with them fondly. She let her thumbs graze the nipples (I could see how red and swollen the one was Al had brutalized). The expressions on her face were terrific! She very slowly licked her lips and then began to roll her face very slowly from side to side. The languor and ecstasy of her self-enjoyment was taking hold.
While her left hand continued to handle and massage her left breast, her right hand moved slowly down the right side of her body. Her lips pursed when the tips of her fingers crept over her abdomen and touched her hairs and pubic mound. She pressed the mound gently and smiled erotically, enjoying each sensation thoroughly, and completely gave herself over to self-satisfaction and exhibitionism. She told Al that she had removed her tampon and douched.
"I like ... like...." she moaned aloud, her luscious body squirming, her legs parting more until the lips of her cunt were wide open and the inside pink flesh already partly visible. One of her inner lips was quite large and very sensitive. She could come easily by having it sucked, nibbled, or even just by fingering.
"Hot pussy, wet, juicy ..she mumbled, leading her fingers in between the wide lips and working them around until we could actually hear the liquid sound of her juiciness. She began to work in a steady rhythm, bringing down her other hand to hold her cunt open and allow us to watch it all. Annette's clit was very pronounced, and she liked the "sexy" part of spitting on her fingers (though it was not necessary) and then bringing them down to massage her clit. Then, she would put the fingers back in her mouth to suck them.
Al worked the switch panel to make the room appear bathed in bright yellow light. It created a weird sort of feeling and made Annette appear unusually erotic ... almost in a bizarre way, as if she were out on the beach with the sunshine of high noon burning down on her perspiring body with an oily glow.
Al put an arm around me and lifted my blouse so he could fondle my tits. He squeezed them one at a time using both hands, and then worked his fingers teasingly around each nipple, refusing to touch the more sensitive bud itself. I looked down at his cock. He had about six inches and it was sticking up from his seated crotch like a broomstick handle. Al was too chubby to really enjoy being fucked by, but he was a good eater, and almost as way-out as Jeffrey Cunningham, the thirty-five-year-old and youngest of our three millionaires.
"Al ... suck my nipple ... the way you like?" I asked him breathily.
He backed his stool up a little closer to the bar so he could continue to watch Annette's masturbation performance. Then, he cupped one of my tits from underneath my blouse and pushed it so that the excited nipple was clearly and tightly out-lined by the stretch nylon material. He placed his lips over the nipple and beyond, but through the sleek blouse.
I cringed with a sudden surge of passion when I could tell that he was letting his saliva soak the material and make it cling more sexily to the nipple and surrounding area. I was in the mood, that mood when I can be turned on more by the unusual sensation of his licking and lapping at my sensitive nipple through the wet silky material. I began to breathe heavier and rub the tops of my thighs together. And I was still watching every move Annette made, too.
She was almost crying as she moved her naked body up and down on the bed and grasped inside her crotch with the fingers of both hands. She had a shuddering and screaming orgasm. She licked her cunt-soaked fingers from one hand at the climax and then forced it deep into the large cleavage of her ass.
"Oh ... wanna fuck me, Al?" she cried out.
"Keep at it!" he ordered her. "Don't stop until I tell you to. But if it gets messy, douche again!"
And then his tongue went back to work, torturing my nipple with its teasing through the wet, clinging blouse. He knows I can have an orgasm from having my nipples sucked, but that I can't quite make it when he sucks them through the cloth. I became hysterical on more than one occasion when he continued to work on me so long after that feeling of frustrated sexual madness had hit me.
When he suddenly let go of my nipple and slid off the stool, he ordered Annette to get on her knees by the side of the bed and finger her ass for us. She moved down to the plush, padded carpet. She reached back and placed each hand on a buttock, and then pulled them apart. She did it slowly, which is a very sexy thing to watch. She has so much ass to pull open before she exposes the little brown hole. Her ass cheeks are white and supple, lovely to feel when I'm being eaten, even if it's just a sixty-nine with her and myself. We detest each other, but we desire each others' bodies quite often.
As I watched her spit on her fingers and then squeeze them deeply into her anus, I was aware that my stool was being moved and my legs spread apart. Al was on his knees below me, and he had turned the stool a little so that he could continue to watch Annette as he smoothed his hands up my thighs and beneath the trimming of my hot pants.
When I looked down, I could see that the crotch was thoroughly soaked through. That excited him terrifically! He began to salivate heavily and actually drool as he put his mouth to my wet, encased crotch. Oh, the sensation was magnificent! He was licking the crotch of my hot pants and I chilled and shuddered all over at the feel of his lips. Again, it was a torturous tease!
Al licked hard and sucked and the noises it made, sucking through my hot pants, made me hot too. He also blew with all his might, and most of it went into my pussy and made my lips give out with queer "flapping" sounds.
"Al ... fuck me now ... please...?" I beseeched him.
"You'll get fucked, Connie," he promised, his eyes glazed over as he watched Annette's long, delicate fingers squish in and out of her asshole. "But ... later, huh...?"
"Hey! Can I have a real drink ... whiskey, like Mr. Wallace?" a small voice suddenly intruded.
It came from my little brother, Bobby. He was walking down the steps in his swim trunks and watching Al lick my crotch. He's a sweet kid, kind of small and nice, with a slim, but sexy ass. He turns on both men and women sometimes, and for a moment, when I saw the excited look in Al's eyes, I thought he wanted to suck him off.
"Get your damn hot pants off, Connie ... quick!" he asked me. "And get just on the edge of the bar stool. I want to grease it up with a couple of strokes."
I was puzzled a little bit, but I went right on and pushed my hot pants down my legs and kicked them away toward the corner of the room. Al was breathing heavily. He walked up to my stool and led his cock to my drippy cunt. He pushed way deep inside, then brought it out. He was more intensely excited than I had known for a long time.
"Listen, Connie," he whispered to me breathlessly, "Annette doesn't know it yet, but in ... about ten seconds, I'm going over there and ram this thing balls deep into her asshole. Now ... you can watch me ram her ... heh! You like that, don't you, Connie? Yeah...."
"Please fuck me first ... just a little more," I begged him.
"Not now!" he whispered firmly. "I want you and Bobby to get up on the same bed there and fuck so that I can watch you while I ass ream that French gal."
I began to shudder, feeling that I was going to come right then, but he pulled out of me and went right over to the bed and crouched behind Annette. Taking her by complete surprise, he grasped her buttocks and rammed his cock right in her asshole as she was pulling out her two fingers on the outstroke.
"Oh! Oh! Man Dieu! You keel me!" she screamed.
"You've had it up the ass before, Frenchie," he yelled at her with an ecstatic and gleeful note to his voice. "Goddamn, it's all the way up there! Wheel What a fucking ass!"
Al knelt over her back slightly and brought his hands up under her body. He twisted and pinched her nipples and squeezed her breasts as his cock kept going in and out, in and out, in and out, Yes, Al was right. I love to watch a girl get it in the ass, and I could think of nobody with a sexier ass at that moment than Annette. She was still screaming, crying and wiggling and writhing, but the pain had turned to passion. Annette was pretty masochistic too. She deliberately made us mad at her sometimes, just so that we would mistreat her. My mother, father and my sister Vickie had some pretty weird ways to treat her when she pissed them off about something. For that matter, most of us did, including me, very definitely.
"Bobby!" I called out to my little brother who was over at the bar drinking Scotch. "You're not quite fifteen years old yet! You know what Mom and Dad said they'd do if they ever caught you drinking down here."
"Oh, shit!" he yelled at me, but gulped down the whole drink
"Come on," I ordered him exasperatedly, as I looked down at his trunks. "You haven't even got a hard-on yet."
"No ... but I sure will if Annette sucks it a little.
Bobby had a real gleam in his eye as he took off the swim trunks and crawled up on the vast bed. From the way Annette was leaning over on the bed, both she and Al faced us. Bobby lay down and rolled over and over until he was right up against her face. She was licking her lips hungrily as Bobby put his penis up to her lips. She brought one of her hands around front as she no longer needed to hold open her cheeks, and grasped the little cock between two fingers.
Annette's hot, long tongue flicked out at it, teasing the circumcised head and then putting her wet lips over it and sucking. It was not too comfortable a position for either of them, but Annette was crazy about Bobby's cock. She would say sometimes, "Oh, sweet little boy's preeckl I suck'm...."
She was really sucking it then too, gulping and moving her lips. She wanted to make him come in her mouth, but I pulled him over when I saw that all three and a half inches of him were hard as could be. While he was on his back, I went down and sucked it a little too. That drove Al into sexual insanity to watch "big married sis" eating 'little brother." I didn't mind.
But Bobby was still a pretty quick ejaculator, so I knew not to suck it too much. I let it stand up while I proceeded to lick his belly button and suck on his tiny, tiny nipples. It used to tickle him and make him laugh when I did that, but he had matured enough so that it had a sexy effect on him.
"Fuck her, Bobby! Fuck her!" Al cried out. "Give her a good fuck, and we'll all come together."
Whether Al knew it or not, I was pretty sure that Annette had orgasmed about ten times since she first t started playing with herself for us. She has multiple orgasms that she can keep pretty quiet. But for her final orgasm with her partner, she shakes and shudders and screams like an earthquake had hit her.
"Try to make it last a little, okay, Bobby?" I requested as I turned over on my back. "And do it like I showed you last week."
Bobby was getting pretty good at learning how to use his little prick effectively on older girls and Mother too. He only had a little come, but what he did have tasted good. He usually got sucked off more than any other male at a weekend bash. First, he got over me and pressed his crotch to mine so that his balls and cock were in between our pressed bodies.
"That's it, Bobby," I told him. "Now ... down ... slip down easy until you feel the back of your peter sliding against my wet lips."
His little balls hit my cunt first and gave me quite a nice jolt as they rubbed over my clit. Next, he would let his whole length of hard cock (the back of it) slide rubbingly across my clit until the head was just about to go under the top of my lips. At that point, he would come back up and slide over it again. After he had done that six or seven times, I would be hot enough so that the slightest direct contact of his cock with my clit or inner lips could get me off. When he was balls deep in my pussy, he teased me like hell, because only the head would go into my vagina to any great extent. With my youngest sister, Melody, he was great. They fit real good, and he could make her come easier than most of the men because he didn't stretch her or hurt her any.
Finally, Bobby slipped his cock on down and let it go in my cunt. He pushed it from side to side as he fucked so that it rubbed my inner lips very nicely. I had my arms around his back and was nuzzling my face in his long, brown hair. He was so small that it was very difficult for us to lass when he was fucking me.
Both Al and Annette seemed to be getting more out of watching Bobby fuck me than their own contact. Their eyes were glazed and glued to his cock slipping in and out, and the way I would put my legs up in the air so he could penetrate me better. It was also a turn on for them to watch Bobby's little hands squeezing my tits, and his little mouth sucking on the nipples. We were in a good position for that, and the ldd loved to do it. In fact, he likes to just suck my nipples sometimes while he jacks off. And he does the same with others too. Mother found him doing it with Annette one time (the afternoon of the same day she had seen Annette sucking him off by the swimming pool in the morning) and she got pretty mad. She says Annette's paying too much attention to him and she doesn't like it. Frankly, I think she's jealous, because Mother sleeps alone with him a lot of nights when things are quiet.
But I like Bobby a lot too, as I said, and I was really enjoying the way he rubbed that cock on my inner lips when he fucked, when Al had a brilliant idea. He wanted us to work our way over a little closer to them so that Bobby's ass would be at their faces.
Annette was able to lift her head up only far enough so that she could lick the hip that was next to her. But Al leaned over further until he found he could lick all over one of Bobby's cute little ass cheeks and reach into the cleavage with his finger and play with his asshole, while he was still screwing Annette there.
"No, no ... not that way," Al panted, so hung up on little Bobby's ass he could hardly talk. "Turn ... turn around halfway ... so ... so your legs are around ... our sides."
What a crazy imagination our three millionaire's (and one of their wives) had when it came to grooving with more than two. I knew then what he wanted, and I knew that Bobby was going to get the best end of the deal. We moved ourselves around after he took his hard little cock out of me. I lay on my back with my cunt almost in Annette's face and my legs hanging over the side of the bed.
Suddenly, before Bobby got back into place, Annette began to Hck, lap and suck at my cunt like crazy, and said, "Love American puss-ee ... love ... taste ... suck puss-ee!" I had two orgasms, very quickly, one right after the other. Annette did like my pussy, and it made me tingle to hear the way she pronounced it when she was in her real "Frenchie" moods.
Bobby was real hot by that time, and he wanted to get his cock right back in me. So, he crawled over me and dug his knees just outside my thighs, into the bed. I had to squeeze Al and Annette by tightening my legs around their bodies. And while Bobby's chief desire was to get his little peter back in his big sister's cunt, Al pulled open the cheeks of his ass and started to lick him.
Bobby began to give me deep thrusts, levering himself at his hips, so that on the in-stroke, Annette could lick his asshole with her flickering tongue, and when he pulled backward on the out-stroke, Al had a tongue going for him. I was a little lucky, in that Annette could get her tongue at my cunt lips and lick for a second or two when Al was enjoying his "taste" on Bobby's out-stroke.
"Oh, Connie! Oh, Sis!" Bobby whined with sudden passion as he fucked me faster. "I'm coming, Sis. Oh, Sis ... you make me feel so good. I love you, Sis!"
"Cocks away!" Al called out, and I could turn my neck enough to see that he had left his penis buried in Annette's ass and was obviously filling her with his come. I liked the taste of Al's come, so I was doubly mad when Bobby pulled out, and I hadn't quite made it. I put my fingers down on my clit and rubbed myself off quickly, but it wasn't what I wanted. I was frustrated as hell.
When Al and Annette went to one of the bathrooms to clean up together, and she admitted she was teasing him about having her period, I sucked and sucked on Bobby's cock. At least that's one thing you can say for a young kid, he can get it up again pretty quickly. It only took me about three or four minutes and all the time he was making me feel so good by telling me what a wonderful sister I was.
I decided to have a little more control over the situation when the fucking started, so I told Bobby to lay on his back and I would straddle his body and "ride" his cock. When I do that, I have the feeling that I'm the one doing the fucking. We were both in a pretty good mood and I "rode" his cock slowly, just languoring in the sensations he produced in me. When I had control like that, I could move up until the head of his hard cock was just wobbling around in the front part of my cunt. I could let it slide up to my clit, and I would move my ass around. His head would rub all over it and make me come. As I was having another set of multiple orgasms, I remembered that Annette had not come when Al did.
Annette had been having multiples, just like me, but there wasn't that final, extra wild climax. It made me wonder if Al was eating her off while they were in the bathroom, or whether she might be a little frustrated too. But my thoughts were interrupted by Mother's sudden appearance. She was fully dressed and still carrying a bunch of packages, so I guessed (correctly) she had just come in from a shopping trip to Miami or Miami Beach and had to rush down to the sex room to see what was going on.
"Is Al here?" she asked, smiling at the way I was "riding" Bobby. "That must be his car outside. I think Adam and Bhoda should be here later. I saw them in town, but they didn't see me...."
"Oh, Mother ... Mother!" I cried out. "I just can't go off like I need to. Bobby can do it ... but it's just not working this time."
"I'll be undressed to join you in a few minutes," she said, sitting on the bed beside us and kissing me with her tongue as she heard Al and Annette talking in the bathroom. "Here ... let me do this...."
She laid down her packages and purse and gestured for Bobby to get out from under me. I lay down near the edge of the bed and mother sat down by my calves, then reached over to lean down between my legs. Her soft, wonderful lips began caressing my upper thighs. What a wonderfully sexual person she is, and how well she knows how to make me have good orgasms.
While Bobby stood at the side of the bed and pulled her dress up so he could look at her stockinged legs and play with himself, Mother's tongue worked its way around my cunt lips, teasing and tasting, ever progressing but at an almost painfully slow pace. Her left arm went around the undercrease of my right buttock, just at the top of my thigh.
Mother wiggled her hand beneath the crease of my ass as her tongue continued to lick and lap inside my pussy, bathing my already soaked inner flesh with saliva as she went. And then she began two movements in the same tempo. As her tongue lapped sensately at my highly responsive pussy innards, she would jab two fingers into my very sensitive anus. I was perspiring from the excitement, and her two fingers went right in with no trouble at all, just one vigorous push.
As she fuck-moved them in and out of my clinging asshole, her tongue took little jabs inside my vagina, first hitting at my clit, then one of my inner lips, and then she would swoop it way down until it felt as if it were as far in me as Bobby's cock would go. It was a thrill to look at her-my beautiful mother, fully, but tightly and revealingly dressed, her skirt kept up at her waist by Bobby, and her legs spread awkwardly, as she leaned over my legs to eat me.
Mother is thirty-eight years old, but you'd never know it. Her legs are completely unblemished and shapely, and her big tits are always exposed in one way or another. In cold weather, she wears tight, clinging, turtleneck sweaters, and real thin bras. In a bikini, her tits look like they'll fall out any second, but she knows all the tricks. In summertime, which is most of the time down here, she's always making up new ways to show off her breasts.
Sometimes, she simply wears a sheer blouse and no bra at all, when she's in one of her daring moods, and I mean right down the middle of the street in downtown Miami or Miami Beach. Her nipples are big and red and her breasts are firm as a woman half her age. While she was sucking my pussy, I could look and see her breasts cradled in a thin, mesh bra, through a very low-neck, white blouse. And I could feel them too, with only the two nylon-sheer pieces of cloth between them and my thigh. They rubbed across my thigh a little and I could feel the difference between the swollen nipples and the supple smoothness of her tit flesh. That's how sensitive my thighs are to touch ... my whole body for that matter.
I was getting closer and closer to an orgasm as she continued to lick, then suck, suck, then lick, lick then suck in my pussy. I could tell how excited she was becoming too. I think all the females in our family secrete as much pussy juice as some men do of their come. If two of us get to working on each other, either sixty-nining or flat fucking, or just using fingers on each other, the sheets get soaked just as if we'd ejaculated on them.
And there was Mother's crotch. I could look right down at it, where Bobby was holding her legs apart so he could watch her pussy and the beautifully stockinged legs. She seldom wore pants. It was wild to watch Bobby straining and working to get himself hard and off again, his eyes occasionally shifting back to watch Mother's tongue in my pussy.
I knew Mother was in a hurry and had started to eat me just because I was so frustrated, but then she was getting so hot too, which is what I mean about the way the Wilson girls have so much juice. I could see her glistening pussy lips and the soaked pubic hairs all around them, and it was obvious she could have used some excitement between her lovely legs at that point.
"Oh, Mother ... Mother!" I cried out helplessly because of the sudden way she had begun to concentrate hard lip-rubs on my clit. "You ... you're going to make me go off!"
My big orgasm was beginning, and I stretched out my left arm so I could diddle her clitty and make her come, too, when Al and Annette came walking out of the bathroom naked and their eyes lit up like New Years'!
"My favorite eating pussy!" Al exclaimed, running over and plopping himself on the carpet so that he could get his mouth up to Mother's cunt.
"Bobby! Naughty!" Annette admonished my little brother, who was beating his cock faster and faster. "Come here to Annette. I suckee preeck!"
Annette scooted down into a reclining position on the floor between Bobby's legs. She grabbed each cheek of his ass and brought them down squashingly on her tits, while her lips and tongue lapped out for his cock, which he finally put down into her mouth. She loved his cock, and I knew why. He didn't shoot off very much, but everything he did was natural. He wasn't as depraved as the rest of us. Sex in any form was natural to Bobby, and he loved us.
I watched the way she sucked it. Maybe she did have a better technique than I. Bobby couldn't hold it. He was coming into her mouth and his body was spasmic. Annette could suck the life out of a male or female. And all she was receiving in return then was fingerfucking herself and wiggling all over the carpet and rolling over and over.
Margie, my mother, began to move around too, with Al sucking her cunt. She forgot about all the packages she had and the fact that she was fully dressed. I could tell it by the way she worked her hot tongue on my clit. I was having beautiful multiple orgasms! I could see Al's tongue lapping in and out of her cunt. I could hear his sucking noises as he drained her of every drop of secretion.
And after Annette sucked whatever come she could get from Bobby, she was right up on my tits, sucking and milking them with her hot French mouth, and whispering in breathless pants, "Oh do not be mad with me, Connie. I love to suck you puss-eee! Tomorrow night! Ah, no! Maybe Monday or Tuesday, you let me sleep with you? I like you alone to suck puss-ee. Maybe Greg, he sleep with Melody. He like fuck your little sister ... yes?"
"I want to watch you suck Greg off," I told her quite frankly, and I pushed my right tit up to her mouth. "But ... if you're a good French cunt ... I might let you eat me all night and we can get Melody to sleep with Greg. She's quite fond of him, you know?"
"But ees cock ees too beeg!" Annette exclaimed, as she began to lick up between my tits and lass my neck and lips. "He will keel her with that big cock! I also, it will choke me."
"I still want to see you suck off Greg," I insisted, and I started to come again, just as the door from upstairs opened, and we had more sexy people to join the orgy.
"Oh, Bobby, my sweets!" Rhoda Farrington called out, squeezing and hugging him and kissing his little body all over. "Oh, what a pity! Mother will have to make it big and hard again. Oh, Annette, dear! Will you help me get undressed?"
"All right, Al! I see you're trying to suck my favorite pussy dry," Rhoda's fifty-four-year-old husband, Adam Farrington (reputed to be one of the twelve richest men in the Western World) said. "No need to undress, my dear Margie. I'm going to suck you right there ... don't move...."
Rhoda was forty-nine years old and quite well preserved, the only wife of our "keepers," who participated with our family sex games. By herself, and with Adam, she had literally lived all over the world and would get a big sexual thrill out of telling us about some of the offbeat sexual adventures they enjoyed in various countries. They liked young boys and girls, and I found out that they have a grown daughter and a fifteen-year-old son. I'm no psychologist, but I think it's pretty obvious that I was an incest substitute for their older daughter, while Bobby played the same kind of role as a substitute for their son.
Rhoda has a very nice body, mainly because she's slim and has no fatty tits or thighs or ass. Greg is able to get most of his eleven inches in her, and he says she's not a bad fuck at all. But, poor Greg. There are so few women who can take his cock in their pussies. It took months of work and training and lubrication before I could.
I looked over at Adam as he sucked Mother's already steaming pussy. He used to say that he just loved to "wash his face in pussy," and the way he was going at Mother's outstretched cunt, I could believe it. He seemed to be trying to bury his head in her crotch.
Mother had moved into a different position and I had almost half of the bed to myself, but not for long. Al came over and lay beside me and asked me to leisurely play with his cock for a while as he relaxed. I started to finger my clit, letting the tip of it rub and roll nicely over the little passion bump.
Fortunately, I did not have to masturbate my frustrated clit but a few seconds. My nympho sister, Vickie walked down in only her dressing gown, which she discarded as soon as she saw that the orgy had started. She spotted the fact immediately that no one was taking care of my pussy but myself.
"Got you now, my sexy sister!" she exclaimed, climbing up on the bed and going down on me immediately.
Al became a little irked because he really did want to relax with just me. He got up and went over to one of the other beds to lay down. Vickie turned her ass invitingly up toward my head as her tongue explored each sensitive crevice of my hot, wet pussy. Vickie is plump, as I said, and both her tits and ass are a delight. I pulled her over on top of me.
The feel of her huge, firm breasts grinding into my belly as I spread her legs apart and looked up into her moist crotch, was very nice. The night before, she had irritated me, but Saturday afternoon, I was sexed up from the beginning of the orgy, and I welcomed the smell between her thighs. I began to kiss and lick the inner portions right up to her pussy lips. At the same time, Vickie was squirming all over me and I could feel the hard buds of her big nipples.
We had sex together so much that we never needed to talk very much. We knew what we wanted. I like the full firmness of Vickie's thighs and ass, so as I licked up into her liquid, open pussy, I put my arm around her upper thighs and squeezed and hugged them. I licked a little more, letting my tongue slide over the insides and then "dot" the clit every half minute or so.
We kept this up for a long time. We enjoy it that way. Each time I would press the tip of my tongue on her clit, I would hug and squeeze her upper thighs simultaneously. Being on the bottom, my face was literally bathed in her pussy juice, and it was running down my cheeks, into my hair, and onto the sheets. We had plenty of clean ones and a soft, washable rubber pad was underneath the bottom sheets at all times, so a little juice on the bed never bothered us. In fact I can remember one big gang-fuck-suck with about twelve of us on one of the double king-sized beds when the sheets were actually soaked through completely with our juices and come.
As Vickie and I continued with our sixty-nine, and I would throw my hips upward to her and feel her teeth bang against my pelvis bone with each orgasm, I began to hug and squeeze higher and higher until I was finally embracing the big globes of her buttocks. When I pulled the cheeks apart and lifted my head to travel the long ravine with my tongue, she cried out with delight.
Vickie is very, very anal-erotic, so I did not hesitate to stick one finger from each hand deeply into her anus and pull the bodily entrance wide apart. I glued my mouth to it and licked inside. I sucked. I blew forcefully into her and the sensations and noises made her grow delirious with pleasure. She wanted to get to my asshole too, but the position we were in prevented it. I continued my blowing, licking and sucking for a full five minutes, until we both were nearly exhausted.
When I leaned back on the pillow and began to lick her drooling pussy slowly again, I saw that Mother was being well taken care of. Adam was still sucking her pussy ravenously as her long legs were spread widely. All her clothing except her stockings and garter belt had been removed. Al was holding one of her big tits and sucking on it with a continuous series of motions, which seemed to synchronize with the way Rhoda was furiously sucking on the other tit. The woman was also playing with Bobby's little prick and poking around his rear at the same time.
Again, I became preoccupied with Vickie's ass and pussy, and the rubbing of her breasts over my perspiring belly. I reached between us with one hand and guided a nipple into my belly button and let it squash around there. The sensation was very enjoyable, and I had just decided that I wanted her to fuck my pussy with one of her nipples after I had sucked it up as swollen and hard as I could, when I looked up for some reason and saw a long, hard cock staring me in the face. Looking beyond the penis, I saw the leering smile of a very naked and ready Jeffrey Cunningham the Third. I suppose he had come in and undressed while the rest of us were too preoccupied to notice him.
At thirty-five, Jeffrey was the youngest and certainly the best looking of our three millionaires. His father had left him a huge conglomerate corporation, but Jeffrey hated work. He had a manager handle almost everything except the signing of some checks and brief reports from department heads that took him a day every week or so at the office.
Jeffrey's face is cute and boyish and his black curly hair is wonderful to run your fingers through. It's natural and he never has to use any hair cream or other messy stuff on it. He has a wife and four kids up on Long Island, but he seldom goes home more than two or three days in a week. Jeffrey also flies his own business-jet and owns castles in Spain and Germany. Sexually, he is about the most corrupt man I have ever known. He began to have sex with his grandmother when he was very young and, according to him, made her pregnant when she was still in her forties!
"I can't think of two sweeter cunts to eat than those I see being eaten right now," Jeffrey said, leering down at us and waving his cock up and down. "But there's a much tighter hole that's not being used, I see. Vickie! Prepare to be buggered!"
"Do it! Do it! I dare you!" Vickie cried out, begging him to in her own way.
Jeffrey came up on the bed and straddled my face. As he worked his fingers in Vickie's anus, he let me suck and lick on his prick until it was well lubricated. Then I grasped the hard prong and rubbed the head of it in her asshole. It was sexy to be so close and to be able to watch it. In a moment, he pushed the cock in and began to fuck slowly in and out of her tight, tight entrance.
As he was doing that to Vickie, I had two places of interest for my ever-hungry mouth and tongue. I could lick my sister's pussy and nibble her lips, suck ft, blow in it, and I could also put my head straight down and open my lips and let Jeffrey's balls flop in and out of my salivating mouth as he stroked. He slowed down a great deal so I could lick his balls more and suck them gently into my mouth-one by one at first, and then both of them.
I held them in my mouth and tried to use my tongue all around them, but his bag and balls hung very low and were quite large. Then, I had an idea!
I watched carefully as he let his cock go in and out of Vickie's rear just about an inch or more, so that I could still suck his balls. His cock was very far inside her and close.
I opened my mouth wider and reached up and took out the balls, holding them in my hand and then letting them hang. They looked beautiful, and I was inspired because I knew Jeffrey would like my idea. He liked anything offbeat and unusual, and I was keeping my fingers crossed in hoping that he had not done what I had planned before in his life.
His balls had a nice feeling or heft to them, and I wanted to just hold them and fondle them some more. But I knew he would get impatient then and start fucking her ass more deeply again. So, while he was still jammed close to her, I took his wet bag of balls and began to stuff them into Vickie's cunt!
"Yee-ee!" she cried out, wiggling her big ass slightly. "What are you doing? What is it?"
"Suck it, Vickie! Use those muscles ... keep it all inside!" I panted to her, continuing to stuff bag and all into my eighteen-year-old sister's juicy cunt. "I'm going to help Jeff fuck your pussy with his balls!"
"Mm-mmm ... good!" Jeffrey said, continuing to move his cock in and out of her anus only an inch or two. "I knew you'd learn to be a real sex-fiend like me some day, Connie. See? There's real hope for you yet. Now...."
"Oh, honey!" Vickie cried out in one of her orgasms. "I'm being fucked by JefFs balls! Oh, wow! I'm being ball-fucked!"
I was so excited by what I was doing and what I could see, that I wanted Vickie to eat my pussy more and cut out the talking. I had never been in a position like that before, with my nympho sister over me in a sixty-nine way, and her being ass-fucked while I pushed her partner's balls in her pussy and licked all around their genitals.
The most amazing thing was to watch and feel as I pushed Jeffrey's big balls gently but almost completely into her cunt. I ran one finger alongside his ball-bag and I could feel her muscles tighten up on them. In fact, one time, his balls were side by side, and she squeezed them together so hard with her cunt muscles that Jeffrey cried out in pain. But when I told him I was sorry and started to take them out of her juicy box, he said, "No ... no ... no! This has got to go all the way, baby!"
"Have you ever done it like this before?" I asked him, pleased with my idea.
"No, baby ... not this way," he answered breathlessly. "This is going to take some doing ... but I'll make it ... don't worry. See ... I can't pull out my cock too far on the outstroke, or III be yanking my balls out of her cunt. And that ... squeezing with your cunt muscles, Vickie, is great ... as long as it's ... not too much and Connie doesn't get my balls side to side like she did there. Oh ... this is good, girls. I wish I had some tits to suck too. Hell ... I'll settle for a nice young cock. Bobby! They've got plenty to keep them busy over there. Grab a bar stool and sit beside the bed ... right on the edge...."
In a matter of seconds, I could see from my right eye that Jeffrey's head was bobbing up and down in Bobby's naked lap as he sat on the stool there, so it was obvious that my little brother must have already had a good hard-on. Jeffrey was funny about eating cocks! He is funny about it. Bobby is his favorite, but if Jeff's in the right mood, hell eat my father (who is too drunk to get it up most of the time) or my husband's. Of course, the novelty of the size of Greg's prick makes men who've never had one before want to try it.
"Hey, Vickie, you hot little motherfucker," Jeffrey called out to my sister, and his designation was more truth than fiction because I've seen Vickie use a dildo to fuck Mother with more than once. "Vickie, are my balls hitting your clit? Can you come when I unload my three and a half day reserve of come up your ass?"
"You shit!" she cursed at him, taking her mouth away from my pussy just when I was about to come. "You can fuck me with your balls any time. I've had six orgasms already."
"Great bit, honey! Great!" Jeffrey said in laughing and joyous passion. "The last time I was in North Africa, I ran across a great whore. She was only about twenty years old, but she'd been in some Sheik's harem since she was thirteen and had a pretty big cunt. She was German, I think. I ... I got my whole cock and my balls and all in her. Oh, what a crazy cunt!"
Jeffrey immediately went back to sucking on Bobby's little peter and working his prong in and out of Vickie's ass easily. While all this was going on, I hadn't realized that more people had arrived, that different things were happening. As I stopped licking up the sex soup Vickie and Jeffrey were serving me, I looked to my left, under Vickie's raised right thigh.
Greg was there! Oh, the conceited bastard! The Greek god that I have for a husband! He was in a sitting position on the bed across from us, all eleven inches of his giant cock at stud hard, while my little sixteen year old sister, Melody, was sucking the head of it, and Mother was licking the shaft. And there was Greg looking down at them with that shit-eating grin that said, "Gee, you lucky girls. Haven't I got the greatest cock you've ever seen."
And other things had switched too, one thing that made me damned mad! My girl friend, who was a graduate student in sociology at the College, was letting Annette suck her pussy! I cursed once and looked back at Melody as she licked and sucked at the head of my husband's super cock. I like Melody, and more than sisterly. She's so sweet and nice. She has that "virginal innocent" look and she can pass for thirteen if she's dressed the right way. Even naked, she measures about 32-19-33, weighs 104 pounds and is five-one. Her blonde ponytail sets her off so that she can get anything she wants by sex. She makes straight A's at school, and I know both the principal and her counselor are eating her.
Vickie is plenty sexy, and I liked what I was doing. But Vickie is dirty sexy and a helpless nymphomaniac. She's been to a psychiatrist two or three times and has great emotional problems. Melody is sweet sexy. I feel like I could strip her and go down on her right in front of about two thousand people out on Miami Beach ... and it would be a beautiful sight! She's a precious and wonderful girl, and so happy and natural about sex. She hasn't got a hang-up in the world. She just thrives on people wanting to use her body for pleasure, and she seems so genuinely glad to have the opportunity to let them use her.
I looked back up at the balls I was still holding in Vickie's cunt. I could see Jeff's prick going in and out of her ass a little faster. It was an effort for him, and his perspiration joined the other fluids that were drooling down over my face.
"Watch it, Jeffrey!" I warned him, when he became greatly stimulated and was trying to lengthen his stroke. "If you keep that up, you'll either pull your balls out or rupture yourself ... depending on how tight I can hold them in there...."
"Oh, fuck, baby ... oh, fuck!" he howled deliriously. "I'm coming now ... right in Vickie's ass ... oh! Oh! Oh, babies!"
I held the balls inside her as tightly as I could, and Vickie took care of me by biting and nibbling at my clit as I raised my hips each time. Looking up, I could see Jeffrey's cock bucking and swelling. He just let it stay in there for a moment then, not moving. The next thing I knew, he was screaming again and pulling back! I let go his bag and balls and watched his cock come out of Vickie's ass, still shooting off white cream.
Jeffrey just looked down at me and smiled as I had my orgasm. His cream was dripping on my face. He nodded to me, and the message was clear. I knew the type things he liked to watch. I held my mouth open, licked around my chin and wherever else I was soaked, and then I let the last of his come dribble in my mouth, along with liquids from Vickie. When I gulped and swallowed, then opened my mouth wide to prove to him I had done it, Jeffrey threw his head back and sighed as he let his cock slip between my lips so I could suck it even drier.
"Looks like ... goddamn whorehouse, huh? Where's a Madam?" the voice of my alcoholic father blared out as he entered the huge room and headed straight for the bar. "Hello-o-o ... ev'ry-body! Le's all fuck an' make Mary. Hich! Where's Mary? Ah, there ... Mary's gon' pour of Bud a drink an' ... hey, Connie! C'mere!"
Annette was behind the bar fixing a drink for herself and Mother and Al and Adam. And now one for Dad. Most of us were ready for a rest about that time, but poor Bobby was getting a French bath from Rhoda, Mrs. Farrington, and my lover Kathy had come over to give me a longing French kiss that she said smelled of "sweet sex," as Jeffrey and Vickie went in a bathroom to wash up. The other two were being used also.
"Oh, I love you, Connie!" Kathy blurted breathlessly as we hugged each other tightly. "I would have come to you first ... you know I would have, honey. But you were over here with your mouth and cunny all taken care of. I was so hot for a girl, Connie! Oh, you can't understand me, darling! I had to have a girl, and Annette was hot and wanted a girl, too...."
"Forget it, Kathy," I insisted. "Just eat it a little to prove you love me."
And then I turned over on the bed and held he cheeks of my ass apart and felt her hungry mouth and tongue gouging liquidly into my perspiring crease. She cried out and sighed blissfully when I hunched up real suddenly and let go my cheeks, burying her nose and most of her face between them. But she kept licking away and it felt good. It made me feel as good and powerful and sadistic as Jeffrey felt when he was up there looking down at me. I heard Kathy gag and try to pull out, but I only pushed myself back farther. I felt her tongue dart around blindly in the cleavage, searching for my anus. Her breath made "flapping" noises, and then she gagged again. I was feeling my clit, rubbing it, and just about to go off, when my father yelled at me again.
"Goddamn, Connie! No r'spec', huh?" he mouthed drunkenly, slopping around the glass of straight Bourbon whiskey Annette had poured for him. "I wantcha c'mere, damnit! Suck it, honey ... suck ol' Pete an' make 'im hard...."
Poor Dad. He's not a bad looking man at all when he's dressed up and sober. He's only thirty-nine and he was the first grown man to ever fuck me, the first one I ever ate too. And I knew what he wanted, of course. Al was making a big thing of getting Dad stripped, eager as hell to watch Bud's oldest and sexiest daughter try to suck him up to a hard.
"You're too drunk, Dad," I called out to him, but I got up from the bed after kissing Kathy, and walked over toward the bar. "See if Mom can suck it up for you."
"Suck?" was his only reply, as he sat there on the stool naked and flipped his limp cock at me.
Everyone there, including the ones who had come from the bathrooms and smelled soap-and-water and Cologne fresh, were eager to see me suck it. Fuck them! I thought. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but I knelt in front of him and took it in my hand. I fondled it lovingly and placed my other hand under his balls and hefted them.
He looked down at me and smiled, mussing up my hair. I returned his smile. And the odd thing about it to a lot of people is, that both our smiles were genuine. There was a certain something between Dad and I that seemed to stir us both like electrical current running through our bodies as we touched.
I returned my attention to his cock, licking the head tenderly as I held it in my hand, fondling his balls. I could hear him sigh and strain. He wanted to get it hard more than anything else. So, I gingerly sucked the head up into my mouth and began the gulping and sucking motions that I knew could turn him on (at least, when he was somewhere near sober).
"Come on, Connie!" Jeffrey said, clapping his hands in a weirdly synchronous tempo to the shrill string music echoing from the battery of stereo loudspeakers built into the walls and ceiling of the big sex room. "You're not going to get the old man hard. He's too fucking drunk! I say, it's 'daisy-chain' time! Everybody connects! Come on, Connie-the-Cunt! You can start with sucking my cock, and I'll suck Annette while...."
"This isn't your whole goddamn show, Cunningham!" Al blasted out at Jeff, an indication how little things had made us not the terrifically "together" group we once were. "If you want a real daisy chain ... then, by God, Bud is going to get in on it too!"
Jeffrey didn't like that. He didn't like it at all. But after he looked around at the expressions on the other peoples' faces, particularly those of Adam and Rhoda, he bowed out. There was no more big argument or hassle. In fact. Rhoda came down and began to lick Daddy's balls while I was eating him. All of a sudden, I felt his cock muscles twitch!
He was going to get hard! J was doing what nobody else there could do! I was making his cock get hard! I gulped and sucked more furiously than ever and felt it gradually swell up to a full hard! I deliberately let it flop out of my mouth once or twice to show everybody the accomplishment!
"All right!" Jeffrey conceded, his penis rising at the sight of my lips in an incestuous suck with my father's penis. "I still say ... let's get a fucking daisy-chain going. We're about even ... male and female. Or ... what the hell difference does it make? Daisy chain!"
"Okay by me!" Greg shouted, moving over to the bar and disappointing his female cocksuckers for the moment. "But look, Bud ... you better get down on the floor. We better start that way. Connie can keep on eating the meat, old man. But she's about the only one here who can take twelve inches of cock! So, I better be ramming the old prick to her...."
"Eleven inches, you damned braggart!" Jeffrey objected to Greg's boast. "You know you've never had more than eleven inches by the most accurate measurement."
"Okay ... okay, you seven inch stud," Greg said with an unconcerned laugh. "I only want to see that I don't hurt any of the younger girls!"
Greg's cock is montrous, almost unbelievably so. I knew he could fuck Mother with it without a problem, and he could fuck me. We were both used to it Vickie and Melody had even had some of it in their cunts, but they mainly enjoyed sucking it
"No! No!" Rhoda began to object, sidling up to Greg and grasping his monster with both hands. "If he can screw you, he can screw me! Can't you, Gregory ... darling?"
Rhoda knelt to stick the tip of her tongue into his pee hole, then let her lips slide over the head until her mouth looked out of shape. I could tell that it excited Greg very much by the way his penis throbbed. There were only one or two slight movements of the giant thing, but I knew my Greg. Rhoda wasn't the best looking woman around, but her whole personality exuded weird sex. And Greg always considered it a challange to lance a new cunt with his penis.
Without any single course of direction, each person was looking around, trying to figure where they might fit in the chain and what particular connections there would be. It was amazing how something like that can work itself out. Greg turned the stool around in which Dad was seated, and pulled it out from the bar a few feet. He grabbed two or three pillows and put them on the floor in front of Dad, so that I could sit down on them and spread my legs and continue sucking him.
I spotted Kathy right above me, looking at me longingly, and I winked at her and gestured with my right hand. She beat Vickie to my pussy by seconds. She crawled under the stool (which, fortunately, did not have any low rungs) and got on her knees, her tongue already going to work and sliding over my outside lips. I adore Kathy, and I put a hand down to mess around in her bright red hair, which she wore long. Strangely, her cunt hairs look a very dark black unless there is a very strong light on, or when we're out at the pool. Then, there was that tinge of red that made my mouth water to eat her educated young cunt.
With her lovely, creamy white ass sticking up in the air, the men almost fought to see who would be next in line. "Remember now," Mother warned, casting an eye toward Jeffrey, "not in her ass I She can't take a cock there...."
"Who wants it there?" Al asked rhetorically. "I want to soak my dick in that pretty pussy under there."
Immediately, Al was on his knees behind her and she reached back to help guide his cock into her cunt. I was in the lucky position of being able to watch nearly everything, although I did have to stop sucking every few minutes to be able to move my head and spot something new.
I wondered what the next move would be. Certainly, Al wasn't going to let anyone put a cock up his rear. Besides, that would put so much weight on my darling Kathy (who was licking my fingers too as I put them down at my cunt) she would crumble under so much weight. It was Vickie who lost no time in grabbing a small chair and bringing it over beside Al. As she sat spraddled on the edge of it, it was not uncomfortable at all for Al to turn his head slightly and begin to lick her drooling pussy.
"Vickie ... Vickie, darling," my mother said, seemingly quite excited. "H you're in the mood for eating me, I have a wonderful ideal"
Vickie would probably have preferred cock, but she nodded her head affirmatively. Mother got some help from the others and moved one of the beds out so that the corner was right at Vickie's chair. Mother piled a few pillows near the edge, then lay down and spread her legs, her juicy crotch only inches from Vickie's head. My nympho sister easily moved her face forward as Mother held open the lips of her cunt. She began to eat her as avidly as Al was doing Vickie.
Mother understood well the depraved voyeuristic appetites of our benefactors, to say nothing of our own enjoyments. She signaled Melody to come up on the double king-sized bed and straddle her face by getting on her knees. Melody is such a beautiful child. Without the slightest hesitation, she jumped up onto the bed and crawled over to Mother. I watched with a slight envy as Mother's tongue went up into Melody's sweet, young pussy so eagerly. And I wasn't alone. Almost everyone there who could possibly see it, stared with increasing passion at the sight of sweet little Melody lowering her fuzzy pussy to her mother's eager lips and tongue.
But the envy ran very high among the remaining men, as well as some who were already in the chain, when Jeffrey walked up to the side of the bed with his hard cock and fed it between Melody's lips. Sex was just a beautiful and wonderful experience for my nymphet-looking little sister. She put two fingers around the base of his cock and then sucked it and "milked" it until Jeffrey was shuddering with passion. Those sweet lips of hers. I wanted them. And I wanted her pussy, too. I was determined to figure out some way to spend the night with her when Greg spent the night with my parents.
"Jeffrey, you have such a sexy ass for a man," Rhoda Farrington spoke up, as she continued to stroke my husband's giant sex rod. "But how could we ever arrange for me to tongue your rosebud?"
Greg's mind was almost as sexually inventive as Jeffrey's. He pulled over one of the other beds until It was less than a foot from the one Mother and Melody were on. Jeff was standing in between the two beds fucking Melody's mouth. Greg told him to move his ass back just a little, and then he pushed the two beds only an inch or so closer together.
Rhoda lay down on her back. With the help of her elbows, she scooted her body back until her head was right beneath Jeff's ass cleavage. She was breathing very heavily, very excitedly. Her strong taste for the utmost in sexuality and variance was in the process of being whetted beyond her wildest dreams.
She reached up and pulled Jeff's buttocks apart. Greg quickly put a pillow under her head to make the access easier, and in another moment, I could see her face moving into the crease just as her hungry tongue fucked around to find its anal target.
I think it must have added a special thrill for Rhoda to know that Greg was preparing to fuck her with his abnormally large cock, and she was denied the pleasure of watching it. Those of us who could see it, were further stimulated. She was undoubtedly very well lubricated from all the fingering Greg had been preparing her with, plus the generally wild nature of the entire proceeding. Nevertheless, he spread her big legs widely and went down on her.
The woman's body writhed and twisted, on fire from sensations and the lack of knowing precisely how Greg would go about his penetration of her craving cunt. There must have been a great deal of anxiety on her part as she recalled the hugeness of it. But she had no need to worry. Greg went between her legs and slowly nudged the head of it between her cunt lips. He moved it around and around and I could see Rhoda's belly moving about furiously in passionate response.
I knew Greg, and I knew the technique he would use. He obviously became aware, as he played the head in her vulva, that the entrance to Rhoda's vaginal canal was quite elastic. Therefore, when he had accomplished the feat of opening up her entrance, he kept a steady pressure behind his cock, moving it forward, never backward, yet not ramming her with it.
I could hear gurgles and grunts and moans from Rhoda as she continued her tonguing and tonguefucking of JefFs rear. The moment was terribly exciting for everyone! And when we saw that Greg was buried almost balls deep in her, everyone who was in a position to, gave out with a deep sigh of admiration. Then Greg began to fuck his huge penis in and out of her slowly as Rhoda's body twitched and writhed beneath him.
All of the time, Annette Jourdon, our sexy French maid, had not even tried to enter the chain. The bitch! Suddenly, I knew why! Except for Adam and Bobby, she was the only one left. And she knew that Greg would choose a female over a male any day. Annette smiled at me meanly as she lay down next to Greg and Rhoda and said, "What position would you make it for me to eat me?"
Greg lowered himself some over Rhoda, squashing her big tits, as he moved slightly at an angle toward Annette. He seemed to be thinking for a moment, then he told Annette to turn around and get on her side, so that her legs and feet would be pointing toward Rhoda's head. She then moved her left thigh over Greg's back and pushed her glistening cunt right into his mouth. I fumed with a fiery passion and thrust my own pussy forcefully into Kathy's mouth, which made her lick and suck me all the better.
As soon as Annette was in position and Greg was furiously sucking her (so loud that I could even hear it), she reached out for Adam's leg, grasping it and saying in her French accent, "You ... I suck you off, oui?
"You ... you promise to swallow it all?" Adam asked breathlessly, his fifty-four-year-old cock only about half erect.
"I suck you all in my stomach," she said, and Adam knelt down on his side so that she could easily grasp his penis, put it to her lips, and suck and gulp it deeply into her mouth and throat, the muscles working furiously to rouse him to full erection.
Only little Bobby was left, and the poor kid was standing there, looking at everything going on, and masturbating his cock furiously. But he was not alone for long. As Annette continued to suck Adam's cock and he became raging with desire, the man managed to lie on his back. He called out to Bobby, who came over quite willingly.
Adam told him to straddle him with his ass toward Annette. And in a moment, I could see that Bobby was wildly fucking Adam's mouth as his cute little butt went into a fast but even up and down rhythm. It was about time too. Bobby would not last long, and while most of the females had already had a dozen or more orgasms since the chain started, the men were on the verge of exploding.
"Baby! Connie!" my father screamed suddenly as he let his load go and I could feel the ejaculating throbs of his little used cock pumping out the fluid.
His orgasm set off a chain reaction! Maybe I should call it a daisy-chain reaction. I cried out in dramatic orgasm as Kathy bore down on my clit suddenly, and then released her mouth to express her feelings with, "Oh, God ... oh, Connie. I want to eat you for breakfast every day ... oh ... oh ... oh...."
"Right up the cunt, baby!" Al screamed. "Oh, what a ball buster you've got, sweetheart!"
As usual, Vickie went into screaming hysterics as Al continued to lap at her soaked cunt, and Mother's body went into spasms as she was forced to finger her clit off by herself instead of with Vickie's continued tonguing. But Mother's expression was all in the grunts and movements, because she faithfully remained with her mouth glued to Melody's crotch until my little sister was forced to let go of Jeffrey's cock, which she had been sucking, in the middle of his orgasm.
Jeff could have cared less. Seeing half his load shoot all over sweet little Melody's face and in her hair gave him a great thrill. In addition, Rhoda still tongued his asshole for a few seconds, then rammed her finger in it to keep him aroused.
"Oh, Gregl Greg, goddamn it!" Rhoda screamed, as she came an extra time just by watching and feeling my husband withdraw his mammoth cock from inside her body and bring with it a viscid mixture of their secretions. It made a loud noise when he pulled out all the way like that, and I reached down to put my fingers in Kathy's mouth, knowing she liked to suck them.
"Oh, Man DieuF Annette cried, trying to work her pussy up and down against Greg's head, as he had quit eating her and was howling joyously in something like the "chant of the unknown tongue."
While Annette screamed her joy, Adam's come, mixed with her saliva, drooled down her chin in odd lumps and splatted over the crest of her titties, Bobby got up from his straddle of Adam's face and his little prick looked like it wouldn't get hard for a month. Obviously, Adam had sucked that thing for every fraction of an ounce he could get. He was smiling ghoulishly and licking his lips.
There was a mad race for the bathrooms after that, and as many as four of us would be in a shower stall at the same time, bathing each other sensually with creamily sudsed washrags, kissing lips, feeling pussies, cocks and assholes, playing tricks like "find the soap" when someone had it in their pussy or rear.
After the usual toweling off, which helped to slowly revive our senses, along with the bath games, we headed for the bar. Adam ordered Annette to go up and fix some "real" sandwiches, as he gulped down two small crackers spread with caviar.
"Oh ... I am so tire," Annette complained, falling down on a bed. "It was much work to suck you preeck, Mr. Farrington...."
"Goddamn itl I said to go fix some sandwiches!" Adam repeated angrily, stepping over to swat her with great force on the ass. "What do you think we pay you for? Not just for that French cunt of yours."
"Oh! Oh! You hurt me!" Annette yelled painfully.
"And I'll hurt your fucking French ass again," he said, but was cut off by Jeffrey.
"You leave her alone, Adam!" Jeffrey yelled, putting himself in between them. "She's just as entitled to be worn out as we are."
"The great liberal!" Adam snorted, pushing Jeffrey down on the bed beside Annette, who immediately clung to her rescuer. "Liberie, egalite, fraternitel Listen to me, you young punk! You'd be on welfare if it wasn't for that conglomerate you inherited when your father got killed. Remember, sonny! I can buy and sell you like a few pieces of stock!"
Jeffrey knew when he was beaten. After all, Adam was a lot older, a self-made man who began his work career as a warehouseman, and at fifty-four, was reputed to be among the richest men in Western civilization. The younger and lesser millionaire got up from beside Annette and told her to go fix the sandwiches.
Things were quiet for a few minutes. But then gradually, we got back to our drinks. Someone spoke to someone else, and then other conversations began. Jeffrey soothed his hurt by sitting beside Melody on one of the beds and kissing her, fondling her breasts, then licking down between her thighs.
I went over to Rhoda and asked her how she liked Greg's cock. She told me it was the most wonderful sexual experience of her life. Greg was sitting next to me, and I reached back to feel the giant. At my first touch, it began to swell. Not much, but just a little. Mother was behind the bar and I asked her if she would let Greg do her in the ass ... or try to.
She laughed, and then began to hiss through her teeth and lips and her face was strained with sudden passion. I stood up on the bar rail and looked down to see that my girl friend Kathy was sitting on the floor in front of her, while Al was sitting on the floor behind her and holding her buttocks apart. Mother would swivel her pelvis backwards and then forwards, experiencing the pleasure of a well-placed tongue with each movement.
When Rhoda got on her knees to suck and lick and lass Greg's cock, as well as lick over my fingers that were still on it, I knew that by the time Annette brought down the sandwiches, nobody would be interested in food ... for the moment.