Chapter 15
I felt the kid flinch and heard her startled intake of breath. But she didn't try to roll away from me; it was too late for that, anyhow, and Kim didn't cry out or blubber, or do any of the things a kid might when her mother had just walked into the room and caught her with her mouth around a man's hard prick.
Yet the girl was bound to be a little shaken up, even though she knew that her mom and I had been balling each other, and suspected her mother had also been down on me. It's one thing to get moved suddenly into the adult sexual world, and another to come face to face with the grownup who controlled her life.
"M-mom! I-I-”
"Hush, darling," Carolyn said, bringing that long, lean body close and sitting down upon the bed to reach out one hand and calm her trembling daughter. "It's all right, Kim—it's really all right. I knew you two would get together soon; I could sense it. Now I'm glad it's happened, and we don't have to lie to you any more.”
Carolyn wore one of my wife's robes, and it fell open as Kim slid into her mother's open arms, pressing her naked body to the tall, supple woman. Smiling at me, Carolyn petted her child's bare shoulder and murmured soothing words. I could see the meeting of their flesh, the high, firm breasts of the woman pushing into the budding tits of the girl; darkly red hair against bright golden hair; tall, lithe woman holding the small, anxious child.
And I had fucked them both; I had eaten into their delicious cunts and known the ecstasy of both their hot mouths wrapped around my surging prick, fired my load of semen down their throats.
"Mom, Mom," Kim was saying into Carolyn's shoulder, into her throat, "He already fucked me, and it only hurt a little bit, at first I fucked him back as best I knew how, and it was so good. Mr. Barnett— ah, my lover man—went down on me first and got me kind of loosened up, so it would be easier for him to get his prick in. I'm not a cherry any more; Fm not a baby, either—I'm a young woman.”
"Yes," Carolyn said softly, "you are. And we're not so different, darling. Rich was the first man who're-ally made me a woman, too.”
I moved across the bed to the other side and sat up to put my feet on the carpet These two needed to be alone for awhile, to talk things over and get it all out in the open. And I needed a break, some time in which to gather some more strength, for I intended to screw the hell out of both these lovely females before long, and preferably together. As I eased across the room, I wondered how many guys had been fortunate enough to stick both a mother and her young daughter, together. It would make for a special land of trio, and about the only thing I could conceive of that would make that coupling any better would be if Kim were really my own kid.
Forgetting that I was bare-assed, I moved down the hall and into the kitchen, where Betty and Charlie looked up at me. Both of them grinned, and my wife said, "Well—you've been busy, I see.”
I made it to the coffee pot and poured some. "Charlie, your little sister is broken in now, and I can tell you that she is one terrific piece of ass, as good as your mother and Betty.”
"That's great," the boy said. "I figured that Kim was about ready for sticking, but I didn't know how to go about it, and I really wanted to get into Betty's lovely cunt first”
My wife touched her lover's hand. "Isn't he sweet? You should have seen him this morning, Rich. He woke me up with that hard prick between my thighs, and before I really got my eyes open, it was working up into my pussy. And there was Carolyn, right beside us, her thigh touching mine while her horny son pumped his nice, stiff cock into me. We had quite a time.”
“I’ll bet you did," I answered. "And Fm planning quite a ball myself, with Carolyn and the girl. I left them in the guest bedroom, talking it over. Kim isn't at all jumpy, but Carolyn walked in on us, just as she finished going down on me.”
I sat down at the table and we discussed the situation. I noticed the new and youthful freshness on my wife's face, and thought how much good this new-found sexual freedom was doing her. Betty looked more bright and alive than she had even as a young girl; her skin glowed with vitality, and her eyes sparkled. Any embarrassment she might have had, any outmoded scruples, had disappeared, and she was happy. I was just as happy for my wife, and in turn, for myself. I thought of how many nights we had fucked once, then turned away from each other and gone to sleep. It wouldn't happen again that way, for we were more interested in each other now, more aroused now that we were sharing our bodies with others. More than that—we were sharing our love, and making it grow in the process.
Betty said thoughtfully, "Do you think we could all get together—the five of us?”
"Of course," I said, "if the others are willing. But I suggest we wait awhile, have something to eat, take baths, maybe down a couple of drinks. I'm not as young as Charlie there, and I need a break.”
Betty laughed. "You're younger than ever, darling; and when you see three naked females lined up and waiting for you, that big cock will climb right up and quiver.”
“Maybe so," I said, "but I still need some pumping up.”
Betty fixed a meal, and the aroma of cooking brought the others from the bedroom. They were dressed, and I thought that was a concession to Carolyn's sense of propriety where her daughter was concerned, a hangover from the old days. Before I ate, I went to my own room and got my beat-up terrycloth robe.
At first the conversation was somewhat strained, too long stretches of silence suddenly filled by too loud chatter, but we settled down and became easier with one another, after awhile. Then we could talk of different things—how we could all help out at the Jessup ranch, when Charlie might come over to give me a hand, and we chewed over moving into one house, so we could all be close, day and night That just wasn't feasible, what with all the work piling up at both places, but we discussed selling one or the other.
While the women cleaned up, Charlie and I drifted into the living room, well fed and content, as we should be; we were a couple of studs who got along without friction and shared a small band of mares. I bought myself a big drink of bourbon and silently toasted the arrangement. Maybe in the future, we might bring someone else in to share our happiness, but that was far off.
They joined us in the big room, as the tape deck was playing something with a primitive, stirring beat Funny, I thought; I'd never paid much attention to the music before; Betty had chosen all the tapes, but now it seemed a suitable background for screwing.
Carolyn had one arm around her daughter's thin shoulders, and the other about my wife's trim waist. They looked great, and they looked ready for loving. When I glanced over at Charlie, the kid was already climbing out of his jeans, and that ever-ready cock jumped out with its head shining. I wondered if he was nearly as eager to sample his sister's mini-pussy as he had been to get that stiff meat into his mother's riper cunt.
"Let's all get comfortable," Betty said, shedding her dressing gown so that her magnificent plump breasts were exposed, the dark olive nipples standing erect.
I saw little Kim staring at my wife's nude body, seeing the lushness, the maturely developed curves and intriguingly shaped hollows. The girl seemed to shrink, and I realized that she was comparing her own immature body to Betty's, her small and hairless pussy to the ebony mossed mound of my wife's pouting cunt. Dropping my own robe, I moved toward the child, just as she switched her eyes to her mother and saw Carolyn standing there in all that long, burnished nudity, the deep pile of bronzed pubic curls like magic fleece.
So I went to the child and took her in my arms, moving to the couch so I could strip her small body comfortably. I whispered to her that she was just as beautiful in her own way, that I adored the sight of her nipples and the softness of her downy cunt.
As I pulled off her clothes and stroked her tensed flesh, I assured the girl that she was desirable, that Charlie and I were drawn to her because she was so different and young. "You'll grow into a ripe woman," I said, fondling her delicate crotch, but right this minute, a whole herd of men would stomp down fences to get at this sweet pussy, Kim.”
"Really?" she whispered, and I felt the tautness go out of her. Then she gasped when she saw that her mother and Betty were holding each other, standing there kissing and feeling asses, their tits fitted mound to globe. "They—they're making love; Mom and your wife are loving each other up.”
“That's part of it, baby," I said, feeling the lift of my shaft against the pert cheeks of her dainty ass.
Charlie was circling around the two women, stroking one graceful back, then a set of shapely buttocks, touching the puffy head of his prick to Betty's flesh, then to Carolyn's. I had no idea what was going to happen, but whatever it was, would be wild and gratifying, a sensuous tangling of flesh and minds that would thrill us all, blending us even more deeply into one another. Now there was something added, a different catalyst that was little Kim.
Gently, I worked the tip of one finger up into the marvelous softness of her tiny snatch. "Are you sore, darling?”
"Just a little," she answered, her eyes fixed upon the trio in the middle of the room. "I’ll be okay, though; especially when I get some more slippery juice inside my pussy. I peed all of yours out, even though I wanted to keep it in me forever.”
We watched the others melt to the floor, seeing the young boy between the two mellow women, one of them lush and rounded, one slim and lithe. Charlie took turns kissing them and fondling their breasts as their hands moved over his solidly erect shaft, into his balls, over his ass cheeks. Kim squirmed upon my lap, parting her legs so that the length of my cock could slide up between her veed thighs and lie along that downy snatch with its swollen pink lips still inflamed from the fucking I had given her earlier.
The girl was hot as a stove lid, wiggling and hunching, leaning back against me and playing with the flanged bulb of my prick On the carpet, Betty and Carolyn were lying side by side, holding hands and kissing, their tongues flicking warmly and wetly as Charlie kneeled between my wife's opened thighs so white and plump. He held his ironhard shaft in one hand and played his fingers into the dark hair of Betty's snatch with the other.
Kim's voice was thready, laced with anxiety: "He—Charlie is going to fuck your wife.”
"Just first," I said, "then hell be at your mom's cunt. Are you sure you don't want to try him on for size, before they really get started?”
"Oh no," she breathed huskily. "I want to see them do it" Now she had a firm grip upon my prick, and was trying to push the blunt tip into her own delectable little gash.
Her brother moved closer to my wife's mound, bending his cock down and aiming it accurately into the hairy cleft, settling the knob into Betty's labia, then pushing strongly between the steamy lips. His shaft worked slowly into her vagina, sliding inch by inch until it was buried to the gorged stem. Betty writhed upon the rigid meat, lifting her knees and rolling her crotch as she rode Charlie's rod ardently. The boy lay upon her sultry body, kissing her tits, kneading the heavy mounds as he stroked that hungry club up into her juicy cunt.
His sister lifted her dainty ass from my lap, half-standing so that she could use both hands to force the end of my cockhead up into her blazing mini-snatch. I held her lightly by the thin hips, letting the girl have her way, kissing the back of her silken neck, deeply enjoying the movements of her exquisite little body.
And she was gaining ground, even though I'm certain that her young pussy was very tender; she was managing to get the spongy tip into the liquid heat of her narrow vagina, and I felt the tremble of her stretching cunt lips as they made room for my cock-head. Yet she never took her eyes from the sensuous picture before us, watching every detail of the screwing her brother was giving my wife.
I guess the kid was showing off a little, too. Or maybe he was just learning to control himself, because I heard my wife cry out when she came, and saw the ecstatic heaving of her pelvis as she churned her feverish snatch upon his pole. He rolled her up a little bit, so he could reach across her surging flesh at an angle and fasten his mouth avidly to his mother's, kissing Carolyn and tonguing far back into her mouth while he continued to drive his prick into my wife's seething pussy.
But not for long; with an agile movement, he pulled his reddened cock from the grip of that Juicy and crawled over between his mom's welcoming thighs, prodding blindly for the golden entrance of the cunt he worshipped above all others. Just settling her fuzzy crotch upon my distended bulb. Kim gasped as she saw her brother's tool slipping into their mother's pussy, and brought her weight more fully down upon my staff, jamming the head of it into her tight and humid notch. I held to the childish hips, feeling the fabulous warmth close over my hard meat, feeling the sweet, clinging velvets of that fresh young vagina caressing me as the thin cheeks of her ass settled back into my crotch. Kim had it all then, every swollen, veined inch of my throbbing prick buried within her tiny, pulsing well.
On the floor, Charlie was changing his tactics, plunging his cock strongly into Carolyn's receptive hole while he kissed my wife, fondling Betty's tits with one hand, and caressing his mom's breasts with the other. Grinding and humping, Carolyn bucked against her son's belly, those long and supple legs coiling and uncoiling as she met his deep, powerful thrusts and gyrated sensuously upon them.
Betty broke the kiss and moved away from the kid. I sat still, letting Kim do the wiggling, because I could feel my cockhead pushing against the girl's small womb and was afraid of hurting her. Kim had to lean forward a little, bracing her small hands upon my spread knees, to give her vagina room to work without injury, and every wiggle she made was a wondrous delight for my stiff prick.
Then I saw that Betty wasn't going to leave the pair so blissfully fucking; she maneuvered herself down and around so that she was able to get her face against Carolyn's moving hip, moving it between the surging bellies so she could reach the joined sex organs. Staring, I realized that my wife was going to lick them both as they screwed.