Chapter 6
Catherine eyed me in a funny way, as though she somehow disapproved of the eagerness with which I accepted Elizabeth's invitation. I didn't really care, unbuckling my belt, letting my trousers and shorts drop in a heap on the carpeted floor. After unlacing my shoes, and throwing off my shirt, I was naked as a jaybird.
"What a nice-sized tool your husband has," Elizabeth whispered. "I wouldn't mind having that inside of me."
Was Catherine jealous? I wondered. She certainly seemed to be, especially after I threw my arms around Elizabeth's waist and pressed my lips to her mouth. She sort of sneered, her hand reaching out for my erect phallus. The vibrator was still stuffed in her ass and her cunt, and still buzzing away like mad. I reached out with my hand and stroked Cathy's breasts, massaging her nipples very tenderly, applying a delicate friction to their surface.
"Relax darling," I whispered. "You needn't be so damn jealous. After all I'm the one that has the right to be angry, finding you here with Liz like that."
"Yes, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," Cathy explained. "She's so sweet, isn't she?"
"Yes," Liz whispered. I'm a sweet little girl, aren't I? Everyone finds me irresistible."
"Yes," I nodded. "We certainly do."
"You're not going to be angry at me?" Catherine suddenly asked me. "You're not going to be mad at me because of this."
So that was it. She was afraid that after having told me about Brian, this new development would be the straw that breaks the camel's back. Somehow, I wasn't at all disturbed by what I had learned about my wife's newly found Lesbian appetite. Everyone's entitled to a change of pace, and as long as it didn't become one of those permanent things-and I had no reason to believe that it would-I wasn't at all unhappy about this affair. In fact, it seemed to be working to my advantage because I now had not one, but two women in the sack with me.
"Listen," I whispered. "You seem to be getting off on that vibrator and poor Elizabeth has nothing inside her. I think I'm going to take my prick and shove it into her pussy. How does that sound?"
"Yummy," my naughty niece replied, smacking her lips in an obscene manner.
"Is it all right with you, Cathy?" I asked.
"Yes, of course, darling. Only kiss me on the mouth first Put your tongue inside my mouth and then give me a nice wet one down on my puss."
Which is exactly what I did. A long, loving kiss on her lips and then one between her thighs, pulling the vibrator out of her vulva as I bent over to mouth her sex, to insert my tongue into the deep pit of her pubic orifice. Soon I pressed the vibrator back into the hole and Cathy leaned back, heaving and shaking as the thing violently mauled her body.
"Hold it Cathy," I whispered. "Hold it and watch me fuck Liz."
"You fucking her...." she muttered. "Yes, I'll watch. You fuck her and this machine will fuck me. How yummy it will be."
I didn't wait for any preliminaries. There was no need for any. Elizabeth was pretty hopped up from all the excitement and I could see that what she needed was a nice hard cock. I knocked her down against the bed and climbed on top of her like a stallion on a mare.
"You're so rough," she whispered. "So rough..
My mouth kissed her face, her soft green eyes and her lovely pink lips. Her body was incredibly warm, delicious, just ripe for fucking, just ripe for a good screwing. Her breasts burned into my chest like hot coals.
"Put it in me, Uncle Simon," she cried, as my hands reached under her ass. The ass cheeks were firm and yet soft and succulent. I pushed my fingers into the deep furrow. She was nice and moist, nice and warm. I searched for her anal cavity, digging my big middle finger into its incredible depth while at the same time pushing my knee between her thighs, opening her up like a clam.
"Oh god, Simon," she cried. "It feels so good when you frig my ass like that. When are you going to do the same to my cunt? It's been so long, Simon, so damn long."
So the bitch missed the way I fucked her. That was definitely a good sign. I plowed my hard cock between her thighs, guiding it up to the mouth of her cunny, inserting the head just a little bit and then thrusting with my hips and loins as I heaved the thing all the way into her sex. She exploded almost instantly like a firecracker, sucking me deeper and deeper into the churning whirlpool of her vaginal orifice, chewing my cock with the teeth of her cunt, with those soft, incredibly strong muscles of her womb.
It was like old times for me. I had been here before and now I was back and it was as good as ever. How could I ever have given up such good pussy? How could I ever have broken off my affair with her? God, she really knew how to fuck, she really knew how to make a man feel like a man, to work over his cock with that lovely cunny of hers.
It was all instinctive too, spontaneous, her hips and thighs and ass gyrating in unison, moving to the rhythmic assault of my embedded organ. I fucked her like that for almost ten glorious minutes, shoving my hot cock in and out of her womb, filling her body with its thickness, with its warmth, with its wild lust Pretty soon I was right on the brink of orgasm, near the top, my eyes swimming in my head. I could tell that Elizabeth hadn't arrived yet, and although I tried to hold myself back, I simply didn't have enough willpower. The semen went barreling out of my cockhead like water from a fire hose.
The funny thing is that the sight of me thrashing around like that, the sight of my pole imbedded in her cunny, the sight of my pelvis thrusting, my cock exhausting itself inside of Elizabeth's young and eager pussy caused my wife, who was sitting besides us, to suddenly gasp for air. A second after I climaxed, she gave a scream that I knew quite well from previous experience, the scream of the breaking of the floodgates and the release of a mighty orgasm.
"It was the sight of you doing it to her," Cathy said when it was over. "It made me crazy."
I kissed her hard on the mouth. I pulled the vibrator out of her body and then I dangled it in front of Elizabeth whose tongue darted out immediately when she saw it
"Do you want both heads?" I asked.
"Ummmm yes," she nodded. "While you're doing it to me, I wonder if Aunt Catherine would mind sitting on my face."
"On your face, darling," Cathy exclaimed. "Whatever for?"
"You know ... a nice used-up cunt tastes ever so yummy, ever so delicious. I want to smell that wet hole of yours, I want to lick the sex juice off your labial lips. I want to feel your clitty on my tongue, on my lips, between my teeth."
"Will you bite, darling?" Catherine asked.
"Oh yes, dear Auntie," Elizabeth replied. I'll bite it just the way you like it. I'll make you come again with my mouth, with your cunt sitting on my face, while dear Uncle Simon uses that big machine with the two heads to make me come."
"Lovely," Catherine whispered. Then she turned to me. "Do you mind, darling? Do you mind terribly if I sit on Liz's face, if I push the wet slope of my hot muff up against her mouth?"
"Whatever turns you on," I laughed, for I was in a most relaxed frame of mind and did not care very much what it was that she did, so long as she had fun doing it, so long as we all had fun at what we were doing.
Catherine then stood up on the bed, spread her legs, and then squatted over my niece's face, brushing the exposed mouth of her snatch across my wife's nose first and then bringing it to rest against her lips. I could see that Elizabeth was not inexperienced at the art of cunnilingus, that is, the art of eating another woman's pussy, for her tongue darted out like a serpent, defying gravity as it rose up in the air and slithered into my wife's warm sex nest.
In the meanwhile I worked the heads of the black vibrator into Elizabeth's cunt and ass. It went in really easily, sinking into each cavity, into the plush depths of her body, like a pole into soft dough. She literally engulfed the thing, as she had engulfed my upraised cock only moments ago. I pressed the button and we were off to the races, both my wife and my niece gyrating like mad to a wild, erotic music that seemed to swirl in the air.
In my ardor to get into the room earlier on, I had done one thing wrong. I had neglected to shut the door behind me. One should certainly not leave bedroom doors open when one is having sex, especially if one has a fifteen-year-old son with a hearty libidinous appetite of his own.
It seems that Brian had just returned from baseball practice and he was quite tired when he heard the ruckus coming from the upstairs bedroom, much the same way that I had heard it about an hour before.
Being naturally curious, he went up to see what was going on.
What he saw was a strange tableau, his father sitting on the bed, fucking Elizabeth with a vibrator while his mother was sitting on Liz's mouth and pressing her pussy against the young girl's face. At first Brian appeared shocked, but soon shock was turned to wild ardor. Without even asking for permission, he dropped his trousers and shorts and jumped onto the mattress with us.
"Mom," he whispered. "You look so beautiful like that Your titties look glorious. I want to kiss them."
"Then kiss them," Catherine whispered.
There was a strange sensation in the pit of my stomach as I watched my own son mouthing my wife's glorious nipples, as his hands mauled her breasts, as his lips and tongue explored the rolling surface of her white hot marnrnaries. He was a well-hung boy for a fifteen year old, and his cock was long and lean and throbbing with energy.
"You beautiful, beautiful boy," Catherine whispered, her free hands swinging out toward his naked phallus. She held it firmly, patting it on the head the way you would pat a Utile puppy dog, squeezing it warmly in her fist running her hands back and forth along its surface, pulling on the member, applying a delightful friction to its veined flesh.
"Oh gosh Mom," the boy whispered. "Can I put it in your mouth? Can I take my prick and stick it between your lips?"
"Ask your father," Catherine replied.
"May I, Dad?" the boy then asked.
It seemed like a strange request really, almost ludicrous by any standards. Imagine a son asking his father for permission to stick his prick into his mother's mouth. And yet, given the unusual circumstances in which we seemed to find ourselves at that moment, it was a quite natural request, quite in keeping with the general debauchery that filled the air. So after a moments hesitation, I nodded.
"Yes, of course, Brian," I whispered.
"Thanks Dad," the boy smiled brightly and then thrust his pelvis outwards and inserted his long, lean organ between my wife's lips. Needless to mention, she seemed quite thrilled, sucking the thing in, chewing away at it deliciously, licking the member with her tongue, biting on it with her sharp white teeth. It didn't take him long to come, either, his cock bursting with semen, with the hot flow of rich white cream as my wife applied the incredibly hot suction power that seemed to vacuum the stuff out of his genitals just as an ordinary vacuum cleaner will draw dirt out of a rug.
Just as the boy was ejaculating, Elizabeth began to stir as well. In a matter of several minutes, her body erupted like a volcano, a rich, tasty sex smell emanating from her heaving vaginal orifice. She started to scream at the top of her lungs, to wiggle her hips and gyrate her lower torso, to move violently as she tried to twist off of the bed, to throw my wife off her and break loose.
It was a lovely afternoon, and the four of us engaged in fast and furious sex. At one point, I diddled with Elizabeth's snatch watching as my wife played with Brian's ripe cock, as she ate his penis with an ardor that I have rarely ever seen.
I whispered into Catherine's ear: "Go mount him, darling. Get on top of the boy and show me how you fuck him."
She obeyed me readily, getting on top of him, lowering her moist, ravaged cunt as she took his big prick inside of her body, as she sucked the head and then the rest of the enormous tool into her vulva, into her hungry little muff. It was a long and thin cock and it looked lovely as it buried itself inside of her, with me just inches away from the two of them, sitting close up as I watched the boy ravage his mother, as I watched my own son fuck my darling little slut of a wife.
I pushed Elizabeth onto her back, my cock by now wild with lust, long, hard and excited with pleasure. I plowed into her savagely, kissing her mouth, fondling her nipples, caressing her breasts. Lovely Liz, the girl with the blond hair and green eyes. All the time I was fucking her, I watched a cock going in and out of my wife's cunt, sliding into the hole deliciously, filling me with a lust that I can honestly say that I had never experienced before with anyone. Why this should be, I don't know. Why I should be so turned on by the sight of my wife being fucked by Brian is probably the subject for an entire book, another book when I get the chance.
By six-thirty that afternoon we were all sated as far as sex was concerned. I had come four times, my son three, Elizabeth and Catherine climaxing five and seven times consecutively. We lay on one another for awhile and then my wife asked who was hungry. Brian said that he was and pretty soon we decided to go out to dinner.
First we took a communal shower, got dressed, and then hopped into the station wagon and drove to a fancy French restaurant called he Moulin Rouge in downtown Hartford. I ate two sixteen-ounce steaks, among other things. We were back at the house by nine thirty and no sooner did we enter the living room than I leaped onto my wife, pulled her down to the floor, throwing up her skirt, tearing off her panties and digging in with my mouth and fingers, scooping up her moist sex hole with my tongue and lips, examining and exploring it before I finally dropped my trousers and fucked it.
The four of us went hot and heavy at it. At one point we made a sandwich out of Catherine, me fucking her in the ass while my son Brian fucked her in the cunt. We did the same to Elizabeth a little later on, and while we recovered our strength between bouts, the girls entertained us with their insatiable lust frigging one another, eating one another, using the machine, their fingers, their mouths, their tongues to climb to the peak of sexual ecstasy.
We didn't get to sleep till the wee hours of the next morning and when I awoke to go to work I felt like I had run the marathon, so sore was my body, so much did my muscles ache. I can't say that I was complaining, however. The rewards were well worth any discomfort I later experienced. And I do mean well worth it!