Chapter 5
Thursday night of the following week Sarah and Marianne both worked late at the office. Marianne invited Sarah to her apartment after they finished. Sarah called Lisa and told her not to wait up and to take good care of Matthew.
"Fix him a nice dinner, Lisa. After all, he's the man of the house now."
"Can I take care of him after dinner, too, Mom?" giggled Lisa.
"All right, smarty. Don't do anything I wouldn't."
"We'll have a ball in that case, Mom."
Sarah couldn't help laughing and telling Marianne what her daughter was saying. Marianne was wondering.
"Just do whatever Matthew says, Lisa, and make it good to him, baby," her mother instructed.
Once at Marianne's after eating, Marianne offered Sarah a drag off the jay she had casually lit up. To her surprise and delight Sarah took the jay without hesitation. She put it to her lips and dragged delicately at first. Naturally she coughed wildly and Marianne had to slap her on the back. Sarah tried it again, this time succeeding. She sucked in deeply and held her breath as she watched Marianne doing the same. After nearly a minute of stillness and concentration she followed Marianne in letting it out. No smoke came out.
"That's when you know it's working, Sarah."
"I don't feel anything working, Marianne."
"You will, honey. You will." They smoked unhurriedly.
"Why don't you tell me about your weekend?" said Marianne after a while.
Sarah did tell her, slowly and with relish as she seemed to be reliving every erotic moment. As she talked and they both smoked, the jay soon disappeared. Marianne felt her pussy beginning to get wet from her high and from listening to Sarah tell her story.
Then seemingly off on a tangent Sarah said, "I wish you could have seen them both together in his bed last night, Marianne. In fact, I wish Matthew could have seen you there in your full length nightgown. You know, the one you wore for me the other night."
"I think you're high now, Sarah."
"I don't feel different, Marianne. I mean ... hey, yes, I do feel different. Not different so much, but just easier about myself, about the way I am. Things are really beginning to rush through my head. Really!"
"You're high, lady."
"Wow, Marianne!! This is great!!"
"Come with me, Sarah. Let's talk in my bedroom. I want to change."
Once in the bedroom Sarah asked, "Marianne, why do you think I've changed so much so fast?"
"You mean about Matthew."
"Yes. I never used to think that was right. No, wait! I never even used to think about it period. It seems so unlike me."
"You're wrong, Sarah," said Marianne, as she undressed slowly and unashamedly in front of Sarah. "What you were never like was living with Owen. What you're doing now is what you wanted to do all along. All along you wanted to fuck Matthew, your own son."
"But...." Sarah began in retort but then reconsidered. "You know, you're right. This is what I've wanted to do all along. I've wanted Matthew ever since I used to play with his penis when he was small. I loved watching it growing bigger and bigger each month. It was so huge for a little boy, Marianne. You should have seen it!"
Sarah held her hand abstractedly to her mouth, as if her mind was too molten and flowing over with the image of her son's strong, potent body to let it be bothered with a gesture of shock. At last Sarah saw the face of her dream lover to be her son's face.
"While you're letting that soak in, Sarah, darling, why don't you change into one of my nighties with me? Marianne is going to get you too high to let you go home any time tonight, honeybunch."
Sarah laughed, now over her initial shock.
They changed. Then Marianne began brushing Sarah's hair as she straddled the vanity bench behind Sarah. Marianne was wearing a simple pajama top of thin white cotton. It was small for her so she left it unbuttoned to free her breasts. Sarah was wearing the top to Marianne's black babydoll. She had impishly flipped the bottoms to one side while changing.
"So, Matthew still hasn't had a woman even after all that playing around?" Marianne asked in wonder.
"No, not yet. He could have fucked Lisa by now, I'm sure, but I think they still want me to approve first."
"Well, Sarah, don't you think your son deserves a good fuck? Why should he wait? He's your man, right?"
"Yours, too, if you want him, Marianne. I saw how he looked at you the night you ate dinner with us. I can't think of a nicer present to give Matthew for throwing out that bastard Owen than that groovy body of yours, Marianne."
"But he wants you, Sarah, even more than me or Lisa."
"Never mind about me, Marianne, would you seduce him for me?"
"I'd like that, Sarah," Marianne said, leaning in closer to Sarah. "He is quite a boy. But you can't ignore your true desires forever."
Sarah turned back and held her face in her hands. "Marianne, I want him, but not yet, not just now. It's only been a few days. I'm changing, but it's just too soon. Too soon," she whispered, as if to herself.
"Okay, Sarah, I'll 'seduce' him, though he'll learn too fast for it to ever happen a second time. I'll be getting seduced the rest of the time."
A few minutes later as they lay cuddled side by side on the bed, Sarah put her arms around Marianne and raised up her face to kiss her. Marianne's eyes gleamed love and yearning down to Sarah.
"I love you, Marianne. I don't deserve you."
Sarah closed her eyes and put her lips gently against Marianne's. Sarah's lips were wet and tense with uncertainty against her new lover's.
"Oh, Sarah, sweet baby, I want you! I want you and Matthew and Lisa, too. I want you all."
Marianne bit Sarah's poutful lips with her own. Then she melted them into Sarah's whole mouth. The hesitancy left Sarah and Marianne felt Sarah's arms straining and clasping around her as if for her life.
Sarah's belly flattened and jitterbugged against Marianne. Her tongue sought out Marianne's, found it and embraced it. One of her trim legs lifted up and hooked around Marianne's long full thigh and between her legs.
At last Marianne could make love to Sarah as she had wanted to from the day she met her. At last Marianne had found the sweet little Lesbian lover she needed.
Sarah, I love you," she purred into Sarah's ear.
"I want to feel and touch you in all your sweet forbidden little places, make you wet for me, make you cum like you haven't for a long, long time."
Sarah sighed so deeply, so hurtfully, it was like a burden falling from her shoulders at last.
"Oh, Marianne, yes, love me, Marianne! Love me!!" Sarah whispered, pulling down the covers and lying back yieldingly.
Marianne leaned over and kissed Sarah long and deep. Her hand slipped up between Sarah's willingly separated legs. Marianne teased Sarah's inner thighs lightly with the tips of her fingers and brushed over Sarah's surprisingly heavy bush of pussy hair. By the time Marianne was tracing fingernails over Sarah's flat belly and into her navel, Sarah was flinching and quaking as if electric wires were shooting currents into her.
Marianne then moved her head down to one of Sarah's big brown-nippled titties. She cupped it through the sheer black material, then squeezed it again and again and watched the nipple begin to expand and poke up toward her lips. Marianne bit into the nipple through the gauzy material. She tugged on it and sucked it hungrily. Sarah thrust up her bosom invitingly.
"OOOOO, MARIANNE!!!!" she moaned.
Marianne then drew the negligee up over Sarah's breasts. Sarah rose up and let Marianne help her out of the nightie completely. Then Marianne sat up and let Sarah pull her pajama top up and over her head. Sarah gazed at Marianne's big brown breasts as they jiggled slightly with her every movement. Impulsively Sarah leaned forward and sucked one of Marianne's huge nipples into her mouth. As she sucked and nibbled, Marianne said to her in a murmur, "Sarah, honey, you're going to be the best little piece of ass I've ever had. Here now, don't forget my other nipple, lover," Marianne said as she drew away the one extended nipple and teasingly offered the other.
In a few moments Sarah had Marianne's other nipple erect and hard and protruding. Marianne then pressed her back into the mattress and began doing the same to both of her breasts, which Sarah cupped for Marianne eagerly.
"Oh, Marianne, I've never wanted to do anything like this before," Sarah said breathlessly. "How can two women do it? I don't know anything about this, Marianne. Help me, help me!"
"I will, baby. Don't worry. I will," Marianne reassured.
Slowly like a powerful, self-assured male lover Marianne rose up and placed herself over Sarah's body, hovering there like a waiting animal, her belly and legs pressing into Sarah.
"Now, spread your legs nice and wide, Sarah love. That's it. Draw them up around me, baby, just like you do when you dream of fucking with Matthew, when he's finally between your legs and his dick is hard and long. Up around my back so your pussy will open wide for me."
Marianne's lush breasts lolled against Sarah's heavily. Her nipples poked and prodded Sarah's own nipples. Marianne felt her pussy bush entangling with Sarah's. She sought out Sarah's clit with her own. Marianne's clit was poking out through her lust swollen cuntlips and she could feel the warm air between their legs brushing over it like a feather. She began quivering in ecstasy.
"Oh, Sarah, how I've wanted to fuck you, baby!" moaned Marianne between kisses. "I can't wait to feel that hard little clit of yours rubbing over and over mine. I'm going to fuck you good, Sarah!"
Sarah's ankles rose up farther yet and locked behind Marianne's back. She was trying to find Marianne's clitoris and kiss it with her own. Sarah held onto the pillows behind her head. Marianne Frenched her unendingly. Suddenly Marianne found Sarah's clit with her own and both women jolted from the contact. At that instant Sarah was released from her fears and antiquated morals. She tore her lips away, heaving for breath.
"OH, FUCK ME, MARIANNE! DO IT TO ME, YOU SWEET BLACK MOTHERLOVER!! FUCK IT TO YOUR LITTLE SARAH!! FUCK ME!!"
"You sweet little bitch," Marianne whispered
' to her, smiling.
Marianne kept her clit pressing directly against Sarah's. Then she slowly began rolling her wide firm black hips. Marianne's clit circled Sarah's pussylips, making Sarah's clit scream out to be diddled and fucked. The greedy little cunt, thought Marianne.
Marianne was also gorged with tingling hot blood. It stood out from between her cunnylips. Marianne quickly flicked it over Sarah's clit once again. Sarah bolted under her and tried to pull Marianne into her. But Marianne stole away as her thighs and ass rolled from side to side. Deftly she reamed the fleshy perimeter of Sarah's cunt and that erotic area between her cunthole and asshole. Marianne was a fucking expert with her hard little clitty.
Suddenly Marianne crushed her clitty up against Sarah's and held it there, fucking her lady love hard with it, pounding it against the pelvic bone underneath her creamy skin. Sarah tore at the pillows.
"OOOOHHHHH!!! OOOOOOO!!!! OOOHH, MMMMMMM!!" she panted, her eyes open and flaming at Marianne.
"You're my sweet wet bitch now, Sarah."
"OH, YESSSS, MARIANNE!! OOHH!, OOOHHHHH!!, YESSSSS!"
"All mine tonight and every other night, little lesbian lover, sweet little white pussy mine. Sarah just loves her big black Momma Marianne all to pieces. Pieces of her tight little white ass," Marianne cooed and billowed down into Sarah's ear.
Marianne rode Sarah now. She rocked up and down over Sarah's clitoris and cuntlips. The mirror on the wall at their side showed Marianne rocking like a piston between Sarah's clamping legs which were locked high up on her brown back. Sarah's pussy was splayed apart and fucked by Marianne's clit, deep and hard. Marianne, too, began to cum.
"OH, SARAH, YES! NOW ME, TOO! I'M GOING, TOO, BABY!"
Sarah fucked back.
"OH, BABY, YESSS, THAT'S IT! FUCK ME BACK, SARAH!! HUMMMPPPP ME BACK, LITTLE BABY! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" wailed Marianne.
Sarah gurgled out a fitful squeal of ecstasy saying, "OH, YES, MARIANNE, FUCK ME ALL NIGHT LONG, LOVER! OH, MAKE ME CUM ALL OVER! MAKE ME CUM! FUCK ME!! FUCK MEEEEEEE!!"
Marianne stopped her long pulls and started to drag her clitoris in short quick jerks over Sarah's clit. They were clitty to clitty, rubbing hard. Sarah yelped out.
"OOOOOOWWWWWWEEEEEAAAAAAHH, OOOOOHHHH, IT'S COOMMMMIINNNGGG, M! M! M! Ml M! I'M COMING, COMING, COMING, AAAAGGGGHHHHKKKKK, AAA AAAHHHHKKKKKGGGGGG! AH! AH! AH! OOOOOO, AAAHHHHOOOO, MARIANNNNNEEEEEE! FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK MEEEEEEEE!"
"YES, YESSSSS, I'M CUMMMMIIIINNNNGG, TOO, SARAH!! OH, OOOHHH!!! AAAHHH, SWEEEEETTTT, SWWWWWEEEEETTT, BABY!"
The two lesbian lady lovers, one big and black, one petite and white, fucked each other hard, pussy to pussy, clit to clit. Marianne rode Sarah like a bull, mashing her cunt against Sarah's one last time, giving Sarah a deep French kiss with her cunt. Sarah came deliciously. Their cum drooled together.
At long last Marianne fell heavily upon Sarah and was comforted there by Sarah's soft, springy titties and her warm caressing hands, just as any woman would have done to her lover after being royally fucked from above. It took them several minutes to catch their wind. Then Marianne slid to Sarah's side and they both fell asleep. Sarah slept with her head in the crook of Marianne's arm. Marianne snuggled her titties and belly against Sarah's while her hand nestled in between Sarah's pouting cuntlips.
Sarah dreamed of Matthew fucking her while he stood in the shallow waters of the lake they'd visited. He held her up under her knees and crammed her to overflowing. Marianne dreamed of Matthew fucking her in the woods around that same lake, chasing her wantonly through the under blanket of leaves, tearing her flying blouse and tattered panties from her and pinning her beneath him, her legs doubled up and hooked over his shoulders, his penis long, thick and driving into her quim with each thrust.
Earlier that same night back at the Wilkers house Lisa had cooked some spaghetty for Matthew and herself. Afterwards Matthew and Lisa took a walk. Or started to.
As they were leaving, Matthew held the door open for Lisa and started to lock up behind them when he heard Lisa catch her breath in a short startled scream. Matthew turned to see Lisa pointing toward a parked car on the other side of the street. It was Owen's. A man behind the wheel looking in their direction. It was too dark to make him out, but they both knew who it was.
"Lisa!" commanded Matthew, "get back into the house. Phone the police." Matthew let her back in and pulled her stiffly toward the telephone. Lisa was immobile with fear. As she fumbled with the telephone, Matthew calmly went into his bedroom and got his baseball bat. He went again past Lisa and out the door, locking it once more.
Matthew held the bat behind his back as he approached a spot several yards in front of the car. He recognized Owen in the car. It was then that Owen reached for the ignition and revved up the car in panic. The boy frightened him now and Matthew could sense it. The car stalled. Owen tried again. Matthew was in the middle of the street now, coming ahead deliberately. The motor caught. Owen gunned the motor to the floorboard. Matthew saw him reach for the automatic gear and ram it into drive. Matthew was ten yards ahead of the car and walking toward it. The car lights blazed on and Owen screamed the tires. Matthew crouched, sidestepped just in time and whipped out the baseball bat. With one perfect swing the meat of the bat put what looked like a gunshot hole on the driver's side of the windshield. The car swerved wildly, nearly careening off the neighbor's station wagon. Matthew threw the bat at the rear of the escaping car and luckily smashed the left tail light. Matthew laughed in triumph. His fear of Owen was gone at last. Owen was weakness and smallness to Matthew now. Matthew knew Owen was impotent and he, Matthew Wilkers, was not. Matthew thought of Lisa and walked smiling to himself back into the house.
Lisa was on the phone with the police, babbling incoherently. Matthew took the receiver from her and put his arm around her. Lisa melted into his body, sobbing.
"Officer, my name is Matthew Wilkers."
Matthew calmly told him what had occurred the past Saturday night and what had just happened. He described exactly what he had done to Owen's car, knowing vaguely he might be charge able by Owen. Matthew took the offensive.
"Officer, I realize I did the wrong thing," Matthew declared, "but what I would like to know is why Owen Snell is a free man only three days after brutally assaulting his wife and stepdaughter."
The sergeant said he was sorry he didn't know why but that he would dispatch a patrol car to that area immediately. Matthew thanked him and hung up, though he knew Owen would not return that night. Matthew knew Owen might try something else in the future, but not tonight.
Matthew then turned on some music and flicked off all the lights except the one in the kitchen, which dimly filtered into the living room where he sat down with Lisa.
"Didn't they want to know where Momma was, Marty?"
"They didn't ask, Lisa. Don't worry. Everything is taken care of. When mother gets home I'll tell her what happened. There's no sense disturbing her and Marianne. Owen doesn't know where Marianne lives and he won't bother us again tonight. Besides, the police are looking for him now and with his car smashed it shouldn't be hard."
"Your arms feel so good around me like that, Matty."
"Thank you, Lisa. It's good to have you snuggling up next to me like this, too."
They kissed one another like teenagers in puppy love, very advanced puppy love.
After a while Matthew said, "Come on, Lisa, tomorrow is a school day. Mom would think I was taking advantage of her if I let you stay up too late."
They got up and strolled into the hallway. Matthew stopped by his door but Lisa suddenly hugged him fiercely.
"Sleep with me tonight, Matty! In my room! I want you to be with me in my own bed tonight. I'll make you feel so good," she promised.
"Hey, sis, you're a devil, you know that?"
Lisa wrinkled her nose up at him and said, "I know, you big hunk of brother. You big hunk period."
They went into Lisa's bedroom.
"It's just that I feel so good with you, Matty," Lisa explained as she started to sob again. "Oh, Matty, I love you so much. Let's go to bed, big brother! Now! Okay!? I want to eat you up so bad!!"
Matthew followed his sister to her bedroom.
Around midnight Sarah woke up to the sound of Marianne taking a bath. Sarah got up and walked naked through the open bathroom door. Suds from the bubble bath billowed invitingly up around Marianne in the tub. The two lovers smiled at one another. Wordlessly, Sarah stepped over the edge of the tub into the water. She bent over and cupped some of the suds in her hands, her breasts swaying shamelessly. She straightened back up and began stroking herself for Marianne to see. Slick trails of glistening suds were left on her thighs and pussy and tummy. Sarah had plenty left for her breasts. She cupped them in the suds and rolled them in her hands, pinching and tweaking the nipples to erection.
Marianne showed her appreciation by running her foot up and down the inside of Sarah's thighs. Sarah smiled at Marianne and knelt down in the water. She leaned forward to her reclining lover and they kissed, touching each other with only their lips and tongues. It was divine and both women felt their pussies oozing.
Sarah broke off the kiss hesitantly, frequently going back for wet pecks and nibbles. Then she slid up between Marianne's legs and turned around. Marianne raised up her legs to make more room and Sarah sat down with her back to Marianne. Sarah leaned back into Marianne's lush breasts. Marianne put her arms around Sarah and held her as Sarah crooned her neck around and kissed and murmured to her lover.
"Marianny, my lover. My sweet black darling lover."
In her own bedroom Lisa undressed herself in front of her brother like an instinctive coquette. Lisa still feigned modesty around Matthew.
Naked and sitting on her old fashioned vanity stool in front of her large mirror, Lisa dabbed her finger with scent and touched it to her wrists, her neck and throat, her cleavage and all along her inner thighs. Matthew reclined on her bed, still dressed and watching her. Whenever she lifted her arms a little, he could see her breasts and nipples peeping into view.
Lisa finished her ablutions and walked over to Matthew through the dim light from the hallway. She covered her breasts secretively, alluringly as she approached him. Matthew slid over to the side of the bed and sat there with Lisa standing right in front of him. Matthew reached around and cupped her full bottom and pressed her inward to him. Lisa knew his intent and uncovered her breasts willingly, ovaling her thumb and forefinger around each of her expanding nipples. Matthew held her and eagerly craned his neck up to one of her dark protruding nipples. He devoured it, stretching it and nipping it with his teeth. The nipple bud got so large Lisa had to pull it out once just to stare at it in amazement. The other nipple had grown equally in sympathy. Lisa gawked at it. The nipple had spread over at least a third of her tittie. Lisa was in love with her own body as much as she was with her brother's.
In a few moments, Lisa decided to repay her brother.
"Matty, you stand up now, okay?" Matthew stood up expectantly. Lisa sat down on the warm spot left by him. Matthew stood where she had, his crotch straining against his jeans.
"Oh, Matty, the covers feel so warm on my bare bottom! Hhhhhmmmm, nice! And, oh, my, what have we here!?" Lisa cooed and teased as she let one of her hands wander over the bulge in her brother's pants and the other undo his belt.
"My goodness, no undies, Matty! How sexy! My big sexy brother with his big sexy penis flopping around right here in front of my face, in front of my very own mouth...." Lisa teased, opening her mouth and tilting forward a little, " ... in front of my own...." as her tongue darted out of her mouth and toyed with the extreme tip of his cockhead.
Without letting her tongue leave its delicate contact with her brother's stiffening cockhead, Lisa helped her brother out of all his clothes. Then she began. She massaged his testicles with her left hand. Sometimes she squeezed them for several seconds which seemed to pump up Matthew's penis head between her lips where she was now gumming and wetting it while it grew into an upward prong. Sometimes she ran her left hand deep between his legs into his asscrack. She would search for his tightening asshole and ream it round and round with her forefinger or better yet her little pinky, which she slipped up into his asshole a couple of inches. .
With her right hand Lisa ringed his throbbing stem and began slowly stroking her brother's cock, from the base clear up to where her lips -rimmed his head. Then Lisa descended her lips down over his rod which jolted against the roof of her mouth. Her hand strokes became shorter but firmer and wetter since her saliva was now oozing through her lips into a warm stream along the blood vessel visibly bulging on the underside of his cock.
Lisa tried to ease all of her brother's penis into her throat but a whole handful remained. Matthew didn't mind because by now Lisa's wet, slurping tongue and lips had him burning to shoot out his hot load. Matthew's eyes were closed and his voice straining.
"LISA, SWEET BABY SISTER!! OOOOOOH, LISA, BABY!!"
Lisa smiled, even with her lips stuffed with his cock. Then she pulled off his prick slowly. She held it and massaged it with both hands while she looked up at Matthew. Matthew moaned his eyes and looked down.
"Matty, I just can't swallow all of it."
"That's okay, sis. Really. Just keep doing what you were. Please, don't stop, big sister!"
Lisa chuckled wickedly, knowing that making her brother wait would rev him up and make him shoot more.
"But I wanted to try something out, Matty. I r-ead it one of our new books. One of the books that told about how a girl could eat a man."
"Oh, Lise, please!! Suck me, baby!! Suck me!!"
"Okay, big brother! Okay!" she said in a mock pout. "All you men want with your big cocks is for a girl to make you go off. That's all you care about."
"OH, LISA!! PLEASE, LISA!!" Matthew begged.
"Oh, all right, Matty."
Keeping one hand wrapped around her brother's prick, Lisa moved back a little and turned to lie on her back in the bed. She doubled up one of the pillows and tucked it under her head at the edge of the bed.
"All right, baby brother, kneel down on the rug."
Matthew did so, moaning in anticipation. Lisa giggled like an amoral little whore learning to love her tricks.
Now Matthew's dick hung and swayed directly above Lisa's face at the edge of the bed. She let it go to watch it jump and quake on its own. Matthew's prepuce was two inches above her lips. Lisa blew her warm breath upon it. Matthew's cock bounded uncontrollably. Finally Lisa tucked the pillow under her neck so that her head fell arching backwards. Then she reached up and gently grasped her brother's huge stiff cock.
"Matty, it's so fucking big! Look at it! Look! It's at least eight inches. No wait!" she gasped. "Look at it when I pull the skin back like this. WOW!!"
"OH, DON'T TEASE ME LIKE THAT, LISA!
PLEASE!!"
"But look!" she tortured him. "Look! This way it must be nine inches long. Oh, shit, Matty, maybe it's even longer. Oh, wow, baby brother! WOW!!"
Lisa then deftly weighted down her brother's bounding cockhead with her hand until the tip entered her wet, puckering lips. Lisa bent and craned her neck backward even farther now as she reached over her head with both hands and cupped Matty's buttocks in her palms. She pulled him forward and let her brother's shaft slide down her throat as she did. Matthew looked down and watched the bulge growing downward along her gullet.
Sarah reclined in the king-sized bed waiting. Marianne came back from the kitchen where she had prepared a small cupful of tapioca.
"Tapioca?" asked Sarah.
"Just listen to me, lover," Marianne said as she leaned over and kissed Sarah deeply. In murmurs against her earlobe Marianne explained. "Sarah, I'm going to fuck you like Matthew would fuck you. Then you'll know what you've been missing all these lonely years, Sarah. Pretend I'm Matthew and I'll motherfuck you good and hard, you creamy little bitch."
Sarah was too frightened and titillated to do anything but quiver in Marianne's arms. Marianne sat up and opened the drawer on the night table. She withdrew a long latex dildo. It was shaped and colored just like a huge stiff cock. The veins were realistically bulging and deeply purpled. It looked angry and full of pent-up jism. Sarah's eyes widened at its size and Marianne laughed.
"What are those tubes on it?" asked Sarah.
Marianne did not answer. Rather she took the cup of tapioca and poured it into an uncapped, balloon-like pouch at the base of the menacing dildo. Then she took hold of the two rubber bulbs at the ends of the tubes and squeezed them repeatedly until a righteously thick stream of the tapioca began dribbling out of the slit in the sculptured tip of the dildo.
"Oh, Marianne!" whispered Sarah, a hot leering smile spreading her face.
Marianne, having primed the dildo, put it to her mouth and licked off the tapioca. Then she stood up beside the bed and strapped it around her wide hips. The dildo waved and swung about in front of her pussy as Sarah reached over and gingerly began stroking it as if it were Matthew's very own penis.
"Like it, lover?" asked Marianne.
"Hhhhmmmmmmm, yyyyeeeesssss, mmmm," moaned Sarah as she fingered the slit at the tip where some of the dessert cum was oozing out. Then Marianne stopped Sarah and moved her into the middle of the bed.
"Now, lover, raise your legs up and spread them out. That's it, my little lesbian love."
Sarah waited to be dildo fucked. Instead she felt Marianne's curly black hair brushing along the inside of her thighs. Just as she raised up her head to look down, Sarah felt Marianne slipping her tongue between her cuntlips.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHOOOOO, MARIANNE!" Sarah moaned, "OOHHH, YEEESSS, EEEAAATTTT MEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Sarah squealed.
Marianne held Sarah behind her knees and opened her pussy wide with her lips and tongue. She looked up along Sarah's trim tummy and watched her heaving nipples enlarging and hardening. She reamed Sarah out good. Sarah came right then and didn't stop. Her head tossed. Her fingers gripped the sheets. Her strong legs escaped Marianne's hands and wrapped tight around her head, forcing her tongue deeper into her greedy, wet cunt. Sweat glistened over all of Sarah's body.
Marianne ate Sarah for fifteen minutes nonstop. Only when she stopped did Sarah's legs go limp. Her proud titties rose up and down with her panting breath. Marianne smiled to herself and ignored Sarah's need for rest.
"Spread them out again, lover. Do what I say, you hot little cunt. Do it now," commanded Marianne.
Sarah did not move. She said, "No, oh, no, Marianne!! I can't! I can't move!"
Marianne rose up menacingly over her splayed form.
"NO, MARIANNE! NOOOOOM MARIAAAANNNNNNNNNEEEEE!!!" she sighed.
Sarah felt the warm, sculpted head of the rubber penis rasping through her pussy lips. Marianne was not a woman now. not a lesbian fucking her lady love, but a full-cocked stud dicking his cunnylover forcefully raping her wide open, dribbling quim.
Sarah bit her lips. A trickle of blood ran back into her mouth as she winced and spread her legs as far as she could. Marianne pumped mercilessly, jacking the cum-slicked dildo deeper and deeper into Sarah. Each time it slid in more easily. Sarah was coming on it already.
Suddenly Sarah wailed out her pain and at the same instant threw her legs up around Marianne's rocking black hips. The "cock" of her baby Matthew rammed up into her cunt and jammed there painfully. Marianne impaled Sarah, crucified her, pumped her hard. Sarah was cumming unhinged for with each bolt of hot agony she also felt sheer sexual joy and unfettered cunt-creaming thrills. Her legs spread and splayed and waved in the air to relieve her pain but would then wrap around far up on Marianne's smooth back and hump away at Marianne in time to her every cunt-cramming thrust.
"OH, MATTY, MATTY, MATTY!!! BABY LOVE! LOVER, BABY, SWEET MOTHERFUCKER, FUCK YOUR MOMMA, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEE!!! OOOOOWWWW OOOOOOAAAAAAHHHHH!! OH!! OH!! OOOOHHHHHH!!!! OOOOOAAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAMMMMM!!"
Sarah was getting motherfucked by her son at last.
Lisa's artful hands had slipped around to her brother's balls and she was rolling them like dice as she deep-throated him.
Matthew's eyes had never left his sister's throat. Gradually and with many fits and starts he had watched her swallow his cock whole. Her lips were now right up against his balls and her own playful hands. The bulge in Lisa's throat extended all the way down her neck. Only now did Lisa begin pulling him back out, only to swallow him again and again, each time scraping his cocktip.
Matthew's eyes closed in a swoon after only a few swallows. He pumped at his sister like a piston and held her head like a vise. Matthew began to cum into her gullet. He grunted and heaved spurt after spurt of jism into her belly.
Lisa swallowed and gorged helplessly, her throat stuffed. Thin dribbles of Matthew's cum squeezed out of the corners of her mouth. It drooled onto her flushed cheeks as Matthew shook and pounded her body with his savage pumpings.
"MATTY!! MATTY!!" Sarah kept moaning between gasps.
Marianne played the part well.
"I'M GOING TO CUM, MOMMA! OH, MOMMA! YES, MOMMA! MOTHERFUCK ME, MOMMA! HERE IT COMES, SWEET MOMMA!!"
Marianne shafted Sarah twice more with the whole length of her dildo, now slick with Sarah's jism. Then Marianne grabbed the two rubber bulbs and squeezed them at the top of her next thrust, and the next and the next. The warm tapioca-cum spurted out into Sarah's pussy.
"OOOOOOHHHHH!!!!! OOOOOHHHHH!! UUUUUUHHHHHH!!! FUCK ME, BABY!! FUCK YOUR MOMMA GOOD, LOVER!" wailed Sarah.
Tapioca squeezed out of Sarah's cunt around the rim of the dildo. Marianne shot all the thick dessert into Sarah and finally subsided her dildo fucking.
"Oh, Matty, Matty!!" Sarah murmured exhaustedly.
"Mother," Marianne whispered into Sarah's ear.
Matthew and Lisa lay together sleeping. Matthew dreamed of spurting cum deep into his mother's asshole. Lisa dreamed of Matthew coming all over her titties while Marianne and her mother Sarah ate up her ass and cunt.
A while later when Marianne pulled the dildo out of Sarah's loose-lipped cunt, she held up the glistening pseudo-cock and showed Sarah a tiny smear of blood on it.
"Are you all right, Sarah?" asked Marianne.
"Yes, Marianne, I'm okay. You know, Marianne, it was just like being a virgin all over again. It hurt, Marianne, but I loved it, damn, how I loved it."
They nestled into each other's arms.
"Marianne, when I sucked off Matty out at the lake his penis was even larger than your dildo," she whispered.
"Oh, Jesus!" exclaimed Marianne.