Chapter 17
Keith was boiling mad when his mother finally returned home. He had been waiting all afternoon and evening.
"Where've you been?" he snapped.
"With us," Cookie replied, coming in the front door behind Ellen with her father. "Your mom and I had a long talk, a really long talk."
"Hey, are you crazy?" Keith snapped at Cookie. "I told you, this was something that had to be handled delicately."
"It's all right," Ellen said, as they sat on facing sofas in the living room. "You see, Keith, their family has a skeleton similar to ours. In fact, it's exactly like ours."
"You mean. . .." the boy gasped, pointing at Art Martin. "You and Cookie ... like Mom and me?"
"Precisely," Art replied.
Now here was where a little diplomacy was needed, and it was Art who supplied it. "You see, Keith, your mother caught Cookie and myself, and for a while we thought she would forbid Cookie to see you again. But then she admitted her relationship with you. I think it's because she likes Cookie. What's more, I like her. But I wouldn't want to do anything without your okay."
"You're saying you'd like to fuck my mother?" the boy asked, not knowing whether to be pleased or angry.
"Well, you're fucking your mother, and you're also fucking my daughter. I'm fucking my daughter, so don't you think it would only be right if I had a chance to fuck your mother?"
"Hey, well I don't know...."
"What if the two of us were to fuck each female in turn, together?"
The idea had never occurred to Keith, but suddenly his face broke into a smile. Yeah! Why not? Fuck each woman, but the two of them doing it at once, so this way it'd be sort of an even way to get started, and he'd have Cookie and his mom. The idea of sharing them with Art Martin was a good one, if only because Keith was smart enough to know one woman was capable of tiring out a half dozen men with ease. It would have been unfair to try and keep both women satisfied by himself all the time. Unfair? It would have been exhausting. With Art around to share the burden-if such a thing might be construed as a burden everyone would be happy.
"Sounds like it might work," Keith nodded, being cautious. "How can we find out?"
"By going into the bedroom and trying it," Art insisted.
"Fine by me," the boy nodded.
The four of them went to the master bedroom, and Art, seeing the mirrored ceiling, whistled. The four of them undressed, then Keith said, "Now what?" "Lie down on your back," Art said, and Ellen noted the man was taking control over this, now. Good! This meant there definitely would not be dominance by any one person.
Keith did as he was told, not knowing what was coming next. He had been waiting for his mother all day, anticipating fucking her, so his cock was rock-hard.
"Hold your cock straight up in the air," Art insisted.
Again Keith obeyed, and Art turned to Ellen and smiling, said, "You first, lovely lady, please sit on his cock...." and in a low voice Keith was unable to hear, whispered, "... the way you sat on mine."
Ellen hadn't the least little idea what it was the man had in mind. Still, she obeyed.
Looking at her son's rigidly upstanding erection, she shuddered with anticipation, knowing it would feel every bit as good as Art's had felt. The prospect began to excite her.
She was helped onto the bed by the father and daughter, actually standing on the mattress for a moment, straddling her son, letting her ballooning breasts stick out and hide her face from the boy. Then she slowly began squatting until her coral cuntlips were directly above her son's stiff staff. Falling forward onto her knees, she lowered herself some more, until she felt his bulbous head prodding at her full-lipped vaginal opening. Reaching under her, she gripped the staff and guided the head exactly until it pushed its way into her frothing, waiting, oily interior. Then she relaxed and glided all the way down the upright barber pole of cock, surrounding it completely with her fire box.
"Uuuuuunnnnnhhhhh!" she gasped, her breathless sigh filling the bedroom and echoing off the walls as an itchy tickling feeling invaded her vagina where her son's cock was probing.
"That's just fine," Art nodded, encouraging the redheaded mother.
He gripped her by the ankles then, and pulled her knees out from under her so that she fell flat on top of her son with his cock buried to its full length in her seething volcano. Ungh! The cock was deeper than she had ever remembered it.
Art moved closer to the coupled pair and began stroking Ellen's white buttocks, enjoying the total contrast of her white flesh to the tan flesh of his daughter. Then he inserted a finger into her cleft and touched her tight asshole. Ellen turned her head, an uneasy feeling in her as she wondered what he intended doing, and a moment later she began to understand. Her bottom had become used to her son's cock, especially over the past half year, and it was capable of taking the thickest penis without pain-under normal conditions. But at the moment her son's cock was in her cunt, and this made her rectal tube that much narrower.
She flinched as Art's fingertip forced a slow passage into the constricted ring of her back door. It was uncomfortable for the moment, but she said nothing, though her slender legs moved somewhat disquietingly. She gasped as he thrust the finger straight down, pushing it in up to the first knuckle, but she was quick to note that thanks to the constant stretching her son's cock had given her asshole, there was no pain.
Art was alert and realized how easily she was accepting what he was doing, and said, 'This is definitely not a virgin asshole," to his daughter, while rotating his finger around and around in Ellen's rear. "The body heat coming from this woman is something unbelievable, Cookie. She even has you beat, for now, anyway. When you get older and more experienced, you'll be as good as she is." Then he looked at the boy who lay beneath his mother and said, "Jiggle your cock around a little inside her and get her nice and hot."
The boy put his hands on either side of Ellen's waist, digging his fingers in a little, lifting her a little, and then he allowed her to slide right down his greased pole again until his brown pubic hairs mingled with her red hairs again. He repeated this almost a dozen times, and Ellen's breathing was fast becoming labored as the stiff cock buried in her twitching vagina flooded her nerve-endings with pleasurable carnal gratification.
She felt Art moving behind her, and soon he was lying on top of her, lowering himself onto her rounded asscheeks. He lifted her upper body a bit until he was able to slip his hands under her breasts and hold her that much more tightly against him. Then he began probing with his own heavy cock between her rounded asscheeks. Ellen instinctively clenched them together in an effort to keep his cock away.
Art turned and looked at the staring Cookie. She was sitting in the nearby chair, smiling as she watched, her naked body relaxed.
"Come over here," he told his daughter. "I want you to spread Ellen's asscheeks so I can get into her buttonhole."
Cookie immediately got up, walked over to where they lay, knelt behind the grouping, her voluptuous breasts rubbing against the mattress. Ellen felt Cookie's warm hands on her buttocks, spreading her soft flesh, and she almost panicked.
"Oh, God!" she gasped. "This is going to hurt! I know it!"
But Keith was overjoyed by what was happening, arching himself beneath their combined weight, savoring the thrilling new sensations that charged through his electrified cock as her tight cunt grasped it with intermittent squeezing grabs of her agitated scabbard walls. His glycogen was fast turning into excess energy and being used, so that he barely noticed the weight on top of him at all.
Art watched until Cookie's hands, forcing the older woman's buttocks apart, disclosed the puckered little brownie. Then he brought the head of his throbbing cock to bear on the circle and began pushing forward. Ellen started whimpering, but she was unable to move. Totally impaled on her son's cock, she was locked into place, and she was also firmly held by the older man's grasping hands on her breasts.
Art thrust solidly and finally managed to squeeze the tip of his cock halfway into Ellen's narrow asshole.
"Ouch!" she shouted at him, wriggling her bottom in the hope of shaking him out, but to no avail. "You're hurting meeeee. .. ."
"Just a little, and only for a little while," Art assured her.
"It's going in, Dad," Cookie observed, staring.
"Damn straight it's going in," Art grunted. "All the way!" He slammed his hips forward with a mighty shove.
"Gggggg hhhhh uuuu nnnnnn gggggg hhhh!" Ellen gasped as she felt herself being all but torn apart inside, because the thickness of her son's cock made her ass-channel so narrow, the equally thick lance of Art's was stretching her anew all over again.
Art was jammed in to the hilt, and he remained perfectly still for the moment before extending the full length of his body along Ellen's back where he kissed and nibbled at the nape of her neck, causing delightful little shivers to shock-wave themselves through her. The pain in her rectum slowly began to pass.
Art began moving as he lay on her back, thrusting with his flat hips as he began sliding his cock in and out of the narrow tunnel of Ellen's asshole, moving it for short distances, only. Little by little the distances lengthened, and suddenly Ellen's aroused behind began stirring, moving unconsciously in time to the way the man was ass-fucking her. The feel of the two penises inside, so close, with only a slender membrane of flesh to separate them, was indescribable to the beautiful red-haired mother as a warm glow continued enlarging in the pit of her stomach.
Art had released her breasts and had both of his hands on her waist, near Keith's. The two males began rocking Ellen up and down on Keith's cock now while Art continued boring into her rear, intensifying the thrills as the pain slowly but surely disappeared altogether. After a while, she began rising and falling, moving up and down by herself, putting strain on her arms until her son's cock, filling her cunt felt like fiery wonder. She somehow managed to raise her head and look in the mirror above her, and she felt a slow-blooming blush envelop her body as she realized she was barely visible. All she was able to see was Art's body, with his cock thrusting between her asscheeks. But she felt the definite length of her son's cock pounding in and out of her pussy in perfect time to the one moving in and out of her rectum.
Then she saw something else.
Cookie Martin, her duties concerning the spreading of Ellen's white-cheeked buttocks completed with her father's penetration, had now moved behind Art. Cookie had both her hands on her father's hairy asscheeks, spreading them, and she lowered her face and began using her tongue, licking at the brown button that was his anus while her own tight, tan behind bobbed up and down from her efforts.
This made Art jerk down all the more strongly, and at the same time Keith slammed up strongly. The pressure on Keith's cock was too much, and he was about to have his climax.
"Damn!" he gasped. "I wanted this to last longerrrr. . . ."
"AAA AAYYYY YAAAAH HHH-HHH HHHHAA ANNNNN NGGGGH HHHHAA AAGGGH HHHHHA AAAGGG GHHH!"
He began pumping jets of semen into his mother's tight cunt, and Ellen's pussy caught fire from the flood. Even without her son's hands on her waist, helping to raise and lower her on his slick prong, the woman managed to pump herself up and down in order to build the oncoming dual orgasm in her body to greater heights.
She was almost thrown off-stride by the sudden acceleration of Art fucking her ass. The man's hands reached forward and gripped her shoulders, squeezing while his cock continued slicing into her fidgety, delightful anus with overpoweringly shocking force. His hoarse shout presaged his own orgasm as his tight target continued wriggling furiously while his penis began spewing endlessly into the narrowness of Ellen's asshole, an endless succession of mini-geysers, as if he had not had either of his previous orgasms that day.
Art's hands fell away from Ellen's shoulders as he fell forward on her, his body slack, panting heavily. The woman now began working her cunt and asshole feverishly against the twin penises that were beginning to lose their erectness. For one instant she thought she might have lost the dual climax; in another instant found herself tight-roping her way across a picket fence of needling lust, and then .. . "AAA AAI-III IYYYYE EEEEEA AAAAGG GGGGHH HHH-HHA AAANNN NNGGGG GGHHHH HUUUUN NNNNGG GGGGGH HHHHUU UUNNNN NGG-GGG HHHHHA AAARRR RRRGGG GGGHHH HHHUUU UGGGGG GHH HHHHH!" as she came and came and came, her body feeling one orgasm surmounted by anotherher cunt, then her ass, then her cunt, then her ass-again and again and again until she felt wrung out as never before.
"Wow!" was all Cookie was able to say, having witnessed it all.
"I don't know which cock made me come better," she gasped, "Oh, God! It was so good! So good! I want more! more! Oh, I have to have it! I'll never be able to live without this again!"
"All in good time," Art assured her.