Chapter 11
Peggy shuddered and lifted her chin towards the ceiling. She wasn't seeing or hearing any of us. She wasn't playing to any grandstand. It had been a while since she and I had made it together and I had an idea how uptight she was. She'd stored quite a bit of power in her crotch and it needed release. Donna was about to accommodate her.
Donna kissed her again and my wife directed the dark head as it buried its face in her crotch. The knees spread and then closed around the ears, locking the pretty young face in place. I vaguely hoped the child wouldn't drown in the juices that would soon flow.
At that instant I was ready to go off and, turning, I looked Cherry right in the eye. "If you want me to come, all right, but doing it this way seems like a hell of a waste of jizz. I'm not good for an orgasm every hour on the hour like that kid powerhouse on the other side of you is. So you'd better lay off or you'll lay me out."
Cherry gave me the sweetest smile this side of heaven as she purred, "Fuck you, Father."
And, by golly, she' did. She had my cock out and then she was pulling away from the complaining John. She jerked at her jeans until they were down to her knees and that blond forest was dripping on my thighs. She shoved me down on the steps and even though one or two of the steps caught me in painful places, she got me out fairly flat. Then she was throwing a leg over me and sitting on my middle as though I were a horse.
"Cherry ... for Christ's sake. . . !"
"Father, kindly shut up," she ordered. "John, you just watch the main event on the living room floor, if you please. Father and daughter would like a little privacy."
"Up yours," John snapped, and he kept dividing his eyes from one scene of action to the other. He was the only one being left out in the cold and I suppose he had a right to be a little sullen.
"You'll get yours, son," I said in a comforting voice. "Just give us a little while ... Cherry ... take it easy!"
Cherry wasn't taking it easy. She was taking it any way she could get it. She was riding me as though I were a bronc and slipping down my belly until my upright cock came up against her bottom. Lord but that was a wonderful sensation as the crack of her ass came right over my shaft I felt the head dig in and hold her from sliding any farther down.
She humped up and cleared enough room between us so that my prick was free. She was up on her knees, a hand on each of my shoulders. Then she centered herself and came down on my knob. She was good, I'll give the girl credit for that. She hit herself dead center and I sank my shaft into her, almost halfway in the first thrust. "Good girl," I breathed.
"Of course," she agreed. "Isn't it a shame we didn't know about this fun three years ago?"
"Lots of time left," I assured her. "You're still just a punk kid."
"I'll get better ... and you're still young enough to have lots of tunes left in your fiddle."
I chuckled but cut it short as she came down hard and my prick went all the way up into her cunt. I must have been halfway through her stomach, I felt so deep and she purred with female happiness.
""God, you're bigger than before. Daddy, I do believe you have supernatural powers. You gather strength from others as you go, like a vampire."
I merely grunted as she began to flex her knees and thighs and pump herself up and down. Incredible as it may sound, I came before she did. She'd hardly pumped a half-dozen times before the bells were jangling all through my body. Then all hell broke loose and I tried to pour everything that wasn't fastened down out through the head of my dick. Some of the stuff that was fastened down went along with it.
Cherry grinned at the emotions playing across my twisting face and then she wasn't seeing anything for a couple of minutes. She was joining me, convulsing, sucking me even deeper into her womb and then trying to blast me out again with her own orgasm.
Our juices boiled like a Niagara whirlpool, churning, seeing, ripping, spilling out of the seal and all over the edge of the step on which my butt was lodged. We bucked and jerked, me the horse and she the rider, for a couple of minutes more before I ran out of gas. I had the feeling she could have kept it up for another go, but I sagged and she accepted that with a whimper of sympathy and contentment.
"Nice Daddy."
"Powerful daughter."
She kissed me gently on the mouth, like a little girl on her way off to Sunday school. John was hovering over us, his eyes wide. Cherry looked over her shoulder at him.
"Get lost, sonny."
"Fuck you."
"Somebody already has." She sniffed. "How's Mom doing with Donna?"
"Great. Donna's having her dessert, if you want to catch the action."
Cherry and I began to scramble, she hopping off me and jerking at her half-masted jeans. I sat up and stuffed my softening prick back inside and tugged at my zipper. Soon we were back in order and settling down on the step, our eyes glued on the living-room arena.
Donna was indeed eating it up. We could hear the slurping as she nuzzled her gorgeous cafe into Peggy's wide-open crotch. The knees were still locked over the young brunette's ears and that face was out of sight. Peggy held her hands at the back of Donna's head to make certain she was always going exactly where she wanted her to go.
Then Peggy began to tear lose, to lose control, to lapse into an uncontrolled orgasm. I was certain it would be a thing to behold because, as I explained, it had been some time since she'd ripped one off.
She ripped now, her knees sagging so that Donna's face was loose. But Donna wasn't going anywhere and she drove herself back into the pussy, mouth and nose between the pink lips, and she sucked on.
Peggy was staring up at the ceiling, the cords in her neck straining. She then squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again. I could see the shine of her forehead and upper lip as she sucked in great breaths of air, her tits pumping. The final orgasm hit her and she fell back, separating herself from Donna in the last instant to writhe on the carpet, her hands clutching her belly. As she rolled on her back from side to side Donna was kneeling over her again, her damp black hair streaming down.
Then Donna was all over her again, her head ramming into that cunt and slurping its final slurp as Peggy boiled and shuddered in alternating waves of hot and cold. She was really letting it all go and I knew she'd be spent when it was over. I just hoped she'd recover in time to have a little fun with somebody else-somebody like me.
At last Peggy had had it and she gasped her last and passed out right before our eyes. John, Cherry and I were out of our grandstand seats and rushing onto the playing field. Donna sat up and leaned back on her sturdy thighs, her face shining as she wiped at it
Cherry, always the little nurse, ran into the kitchen and returned with wet towels and washcloths. Donna took one and worked on herself as Cherry and I cleaned up Peggy. Her eyes fluttered after a couple of minutes and then she was smiling up at me.
"Jack?"
"Hi, baby."
"God, did I do what I think I did?"
"You were beautiful."
In the background the unhappy John sniffed. He'd been left out of everything in that round. "It was a rip-off for me," he muttered. "Come on, I want some fun."
Cherry snapped at him as Peggy at last struggled to sit up. She seemed pretty dizzy for a minute or two more, but the cold and dripping towel around her head helped. She emerged blinking, her blond hair somewhat mussed. But she glowed with aroused sexual beauty and I'd never seen her more desirable.
Meanwhile, Donna, who had worked so hard to bring Peggy into the fold, was pleased with herself. She'd succeeded wonderfully and we all congratulated her.
"How long has this been going on?" Peggy wanted to know as John brought her a small glass of whisky from the kitchen. I'd sent him for it, sure that it would bring more life into her spent body. She sipped from the glass and made a face. "Tastes terrible, but does wonderful things."
"Since this afternoon," Cherry said, leaning back on her thighs, as was Donna. "I guess it happened when Daddy caught Norman and me in the kitchen. We were ... well, fucking ... and later he got all hot and bothered when he lectured me about it. Dad ended up in my bed and that was that. Pretty soon Donna and John were here and the variations started."
"Speaking of variations," the dark-haired Donna blurted, "I guess everybody got their kicks that last time around-except for John. I loved eating Mrs. White, but there was really no final thrill in it for me."
Peggy turned to her young son. "You hear that, John? Donna's not satiated, you're unhappy. Perhaps you can make beautiful music together."
John shrugged and suddenly looked sheepish. "I feel kind of funny with such a crowd around."
"You want everybody out?" I asked.
Donna shook her dark head. "I like to have an audience. I really think I perform better."
"Let's hear it for the performance," Cherry cooed.
Peggy whispered something into John's ear and he nodded. Then he was crawling to the naked Donna's side and he opened his fly. The long heavy cock lanced out into the room and everybody gasped and ahed properly. Donna put her hand on it and John gulped as he squeezed his eyes shut.
He got to his knees and she lost his cock for a moment. Then he was pushing the girl to her back, fully out on the carpet. He spread her knees and got his face down between them. Just before he went to work he looked up the length of her body to her face.
"Mom wants me to give you the same as you gave her. She'd do it herself but, for now, she says I got more steam than she has and she hopes you don't think she's not grateful."
Donna nodded properly as she looked back down her body at him. "I understand and please thank your mother."
My, such manners! They were like kids in a school play. This wasn't school, but it was play, play that took everything the actors had to offer.
John nodded and his head went down. It didn't take long and we spectators arranged ourselves around a writhing couple as they turned to. Donna managed to grope around until she found John's hanging luggage and she got balls in one hand and cock in the other. She was stroking him as he was eating her.
I caught delightful glimpses of pink pussy as his head rolled this way and that. His slurping was noisy but it sounded good enough. Perhaps when the boy was more experienced his table manners would improve.
As it was, he did all right. Donna was purring and moaning and crying out as little shocks zipped into her vitals. He was effective and that was what counted. Soon his lacing tongue had darted up into he enough times that she was able to plant her heels on the carpet and make a bridge of her body. Her hips came up several inches and John helped himself to the food, drinking and eating her dry until she juiced up again when her flow increased.
At last she gave her all, a final terrible writhing that left her crumpled and moaning. But through it all she was whispering endearments to her lover, thanking him, telling him how much she was enjoying it. A terrible enjoyment, but many terrible things were beautiful. I knew that sex was one of these things.
John sat back and cleaned his face on a towel as the others tidied up Donna. Soon she was sitting up still panting, her knockers still swollen out of proportion to the rest of her body. It was an incredible sight
"Know something?" Cherry murmured as we sprawled all over the living-room floor.
"What, darling?" Peggy said to her daughter.
"John's still being ripped-off."
"You know it," John complained. "Everybody's been getting their gun except me. When do I collect?"
"Now," Peggy said and, although we couldn't have been more intimate, I was rather shocked. "You're going to get what you've got coming to you."
It was mind-boggling. A mother playing with her own son. What the hell, no more boggling than a father-daughter relationship. I sat back with interest to watch, and the girls sat back with me. We leaned against the couch and Donna and Cherry each draped a hand over my thighs.
Peggy crawled to the panting John and at once she wrapped her arms around the boy's thin shoulders and kissed him. It didn't seem any different from a thousand other kisses I'd seen him get from his mother, except that this time her hand was playing with his cock and balls during the kiss. Ah, yes, that was an added fillip.
Soon John was rolling back and Peggy was on her knees over him, naked, of course, her breasts hanging beautifully like ripe heavy fruit from a tree. Her bottom was toward us and we could count the blond hairs curling out from the base of her ass, right where it almost joined the lower lips of her beautiful snatch.
He was on his back and she was kneeling over him in what had, by now, become the classic position in the White household. Her golden head went down between his knees and we could watch her pursed lips pecking up the insides of his thighs. It was incredibly exciting.
Cherry must have thought so too because her draping fingers impulsively sought out my cock and held on hard, biting into me with her nails whenever the mother-son lovers did something that particularly turned her on. On my other side, Donna, still pretty spent, was content playing with herself. Idly her little fingers traced circles around the rim of her cunt and when the thing began to gentle oozing again I knew she wasn't through for the night.
In a few minutes Peggy's mouth was up to John's crotch and he was groaning and humping up as he urged her along. She caught the loose skin of a ball in her teeth and nibbled until he cried out.
"That hurts!"
"You love it, son. Admit it."
"All right, but it hurts. Come on, Mom, suck me be fore I blast off all over the top of your head."
"We can't have an accident like that," she purred God, how quickly my own wife had joined in and be come a sex leader in our gamy little group.
So she moved her lips up a few inches and the did went inside. She hardly had to pump her beautiful face more than a few times before John boy was blasting her back, filling her cheeks with come which she gulped as fast as she could. He kept it up until the seed ran down between her breasts and puddled on her belly.
As they gasped for air, fighting to recover their strength, I shook my head. How long could this go on before we were all dead? Suppose they came and found us like this?