Chapter 5
Pamela was still feeling a bit tipsy from the alcohol and didn't quite like the idea of retiring upstairs for the purpose of personally demonstrating how sex was performed to her daughter. With her mental faculties slowly returning, she reasoned that she could put a stop to the proceedings if she wanted to. But oddly enough, she didn't. She was beyond the point of caring. After all, they had already sunk to the depths of depravity. Why not a little bit deeper? Who would know? Who would care? In this age of depravity, why not celebrate with one more depraved act.
She watched as John and Kimberly returned from the den. They were smiling. They were happy.
"Come on, mom," said Kimberly. "Let's go upstairs."
Pamela looked for some kind of response from John, but he seemed to be willing to go along with the act. She took a deep breath and got up from the couch.
Kimberly walked immediately behind her mother and watched the lovely pear-shaped ass wiggle back and forth. So magnificent. So savory to behold.
The youngster looked beneath the ass itself to the pussy and saw a trail of sperm trickling out of the slit. There was so much of it that the entire inner thigh was covered, all the way from the hairs of the pussy to the backs of the knees. It was dribbling further downward, like melted ice cream down the side of a cone on a hot summer afternoon.
Kimberly had a momentary thought of leaning forward and licking her mother clean as she had seen kittens do. She giggled. Maybe it was the word, "pussy" which caused that wicked thought to pop into her mind.
Meanwhile, John walked behind Kimberly, savoring the sight of the young girl's magnificent ass, in the same manner that the youngster was savoring the sight of her mother's.
He came to the conclusion that the daughter was just as good-looking as the mother, except that her skin was a little tighter and had more of a healthy glow. If she were only a bit more mature, she would be perfect for fucking. Prime Beef. Top Sirloin. Grade A USDA Choice. In another year, her already full tits would fill-out completely and the her hips would widen a little. Then, she'd be a top-notch fucking machine in her own right—ideal for afternoon pokes.
The trio walked into the bedroom, closed the door, and stood looking at each other. There was a awkward moment of silence while each looked at the other.
Pamela was attracted to the sight of John who was standing immediately before her and wearing nothing other than his birthday suit. Her pussy twitched excitedly at the thought of being serviced again.
Meanwhile, John was attracted to both the mother's and the daughter's sensual charms. Each stood about the same height, possessing equally wonderful curves and angles. He wished that he could talk them into posing for a photographic layout. He knew that he could sell it to a top-notch porno magazine. They could all pocket a tidy profit. Unfortunately, Kimberly was only fifteen and there wasn't a reputable magazine anywhere which would publish nude photos of a woman under eighteen. Too bad. He could have used the extra cash.
For her part, Kimberly spent her time looking at her sexy blonde mother. She thought it odd that she was about to finally get fucked, yet was more interested in looking at her mom's large breasts and sensually swelling hips. The youngster couldn't understand why she was so turned-on by the sight of a nude female. After all, she had seen her mother nude hundreds of times, and many times engaged in vigorous healthy sexual activity.
John looked from one female to the other, unable to decide which turned him on more. When two women were equally gorgeous, he always chose the one with the better pair of legs. But both Kimberly and Pamela had perfect ones.
Over the years he had come to the conclusion that women who were endowed with great-looking legs were blessed. No other feature of the female anatomy added so much to her overall physical appearance. She might have saggy tits, but if her legs were still in shape, and if she still knew how to wrap them around a man, she would keep him.
Even a woman who put on a little weight around the mid-riff could compensate by maintaining a great pair of legs. But if the legs went, a woman had a serious problem. The tits might be firm, the ass might be shapely, the face might be attractive, but when she took off her clothes and a man saw a pair of bad legs, it was always a disappointment. His libido would drop like the barometric pressure before a cold front. If his dick was hard before she began to remove her garments, it was usually as soft as the proverbial wet noodle by the time the last article of clothing hit the floor.
If the woman was a real chunkier, the man might get nauseous. It wasn't uncommon for a fellow to flee from a room if he saw copious gobs of cellulite on a woman's thighs. In fact, there was the famous story of the Philadelphia burlesque house which had 150 men run out into the street and spontaneously throw up. Apparently a woman resembling Roseanne Barr came into the establishment, got drunk, and decided that it would be a neat idea to disrobe on stage. At first the manager thought it might be amusing for a fat broad to be naked, so he let her proceed. But when her clothes started to fall and the pockmarked ugly cellulite began to appear, he knew that he had made a terrible mistake. The men began their stampede for a mass puke in the street. It took the manager years to reestablish his business.
No wonder cellulite removal had become a multi-million dollar business.
But John didn't have to worry about throwing up from the sight of these women. At that moment he was confronted with two pairs of gorgeous legs. And these weren't merely average. Hardly. They were the top of the line. They could have belonged to the top dancers on a chorus line. They could have belonged to Rachel Welch or Cheryl Tiegs or Jamie Lee Curtis. They were that great. Simply great.
Meanwhile, Kimberly felt her nipples stiffen and turn to hard little pinpoints. She felt her belly flutter a couple of times. She felt a droplet of moisture slip down her vaginal well and lubricate her love channel.
At the same time, Pamela turned and headed for the bed. She got in the middle of it. "Ahhh!" she moaned blissfully, reclining back on the sheets. "I tell you, I'm feeling kinda fucked out."
Kimberly stepped around to the other side of the bed, looked down at her mother and said, "That's all right, mom. You don't have to worry about a thing. I'll take care of Uncle John this time, okay?"
Pamela looked up at her lovely daughter. She wore an expression which bespoke of a deep sense of understanding that comes from sharing intimate carnal knowledge. Now she knew how the Roman emperor Caligula felt after screwing his sister, Drusilla. "Thanks kid," she said softly. "I'd appreciate that."
"However, I might need a few pointers, mom. I've never done this before."
Kimberly didn't really need any advice. After all, she knew more about sex than anyone in her high school. She just thought that it might be nice to include her mother. She figured that it never hurt to feed an ego.
"Oh baby!" said Pamela. "Don't worry. I'll assist you along the way."
The ribald conversation was having a noticeable effect upon John. His dick began to rise again, throb again, and pulse again.
His balls were hurriedly rushing to manufacture more sperm. He would need it, because he wanted to give this young filly a proper and thorough introduction to the sport of fucking and the art of screwing.
And there was a difference! Fucking was the technique of plunging a penis inward and outward, and screwing was the technique of a woman rotating her ass while being fucked.
The youngster got into the middle of the bed and spread out right beside her mother.
Jim looked down at the mother/daughter team, lying side-by-side, shoulder-to-shoulder, hip-to-hip. He couldn't get over it. Four perfectly firm tits were all in a line. Four erect nipples were all standing up, yearning to be sucked. Two incurving tummies, without more than an ounce of fat between either of them, were moving up and down slightly. Four long and beautifully sensual legs, were outstretched. Two magnificent pussies were staring him right in the eyes—the mother's a little hairier than the daughter's. One had sperm trickling out of it, the other was just starting to ooze a tiny amount of vaginal secretion.
Yes, John had definitely died and was now residing in Pussy Heaven. No doubt about it. As a young man he used to dream of Pussy Heaven. He imagined it as a fanciful place like Shangri-La where all the women were blonde, blue-eyed, and beautiful, and all were between the ages of fifteen and thirty-five.
He smiled. Yes, he had definitely arrived at the virile man's version of the Hereafter, where tits and ass and cunt just lay around in the nude, begging to be serviced with his rod, his testes, and his joy juice.
If ministers and priests could only convey their religious services like that, American men would break down the doors of every church in every small town and large city in the country. They wouldn't miss a Sunday.
He looked again at Kimberly and Pamela. Mmm! What a pair! What a pair! They were the epitome of feminine perfection. Not a blemish nor a birthmark marred their flawless complexion. Even in repose they looked as good as when they stood. Better even—because they were ready to be fucked.
His eyes travelled back and forth from the mother's pubis to that of the daughter, and back again. He was comparing tits, nipples, belly buttons, crotches, slits, and just about everything that a modern-day, properly-bred, American male wasn't supposed to notice about the opposite sex. The feminists had tried to brainwash men that they shouldn't think of women as sexual objects. Well fuck the feminists! They had never taken male hormones into account.
"What's the first thing I do, mom?" Kimberly asked with a wry smile on her sensual lips.
"First, pull your legs up to your waist."
"Like this?"
"Yes. Now bend your knees."
"Like this?"
"Yes. Now spread your thighs wide."
"Like this?"
"Yes. Now when you feel the cool air of the room rush against the exposed flesh of your cunt, look at the man and smile."
"Like this?"
"Yes. That indicates to him that you really and truly want to be fucked."
"Oh! I see!" said the youngster as if she were in a classroom at school and they were discussing the Pythagorean theorem. "The smile is necessary to show the man that you want the fuck to commence."
"Yes," Pamela replied with her legs spread as wide as a Thanksgiving Day turkey. "Men are turned on more by a beautiful woman wearing a pretty smile, than they are by just a beautiful woman."
John looked over and saw Kimberly's widespread thighs. He stared down at her lovely teenage gash. In many ways it resembled that her mother's, except that it appeared to be pinker, tighter, and less hairy. He guessed that the lighter color could be expected because she was a virgin. A woman's snatch tended to become a shade darker as she got older and had more penises shoved into her more frequently.
"Is there something extra that I should do?" asked Kimberly, still wearing a wry smile.
"What do you mean?" said Pamela.
"Should I reach down between my legs and spread my pussy lips like this?"
John watched in utter amazement as the teenager's fingers spread the outer labia so that he gazed right into her precious, luscious virginal hole.
Wow! She was magnificent looking! He had to remember that this girl had never fucked before, and yet she seemed to know more about sex than Dr. Ruth.
Pamela looked over at her daughter and had to admit that the youngster presented quite a sensual sight. She had never before realized how comely and attractive Kimberly had become in the past few years. The body resembled that of a centerfold in a high class, costly European porno magazine. There would be a lot of boys would like to sow their wild oats in that body. No doubt that in the next few years many a boy would get the chance.
Pamela looked at John and noticed that his penis had again popped to full attention and was again twitching with intensity. The spunk covering it from its last round of sex hadn't even had a chance to dry.
She smiled and said, "Men are truly amazing. They're always ready for sex. Always! All a woman has to do is take off her clothes and he's ready to go."
John replied, "For your information it helps if the woman is beautiful, wears a smile, and has her legs spread apart at a 150 degree angle."
"See, honey," said Pamela, turning to her daughter. "It pays to smile."
The words from her mother weren't registering in Kimberly's brain. The teenager wanted cock, not lessons on social manners. She seductively whispered, "I'm ready for sex. Come on over here Uncle John, and show me what it's all about."
As if he were in a hypnotic trance, he did as she requested, as if he were a member of the Prussian Army following orders. He stepped forward in measured strides, not certain whether he were still part of reality. His eyes locked on the sight of the young girl's pink, ripe cunt, spread before him like a split peach.
Air raid sirens could have gone off and he wouldn't have removed his gaze from that beautiful visage. A nuclear war could have been declared— the missiles on their way—and he wouldn't have given a shit. The chance to fuck a young cherry cunt was worth more than saving one's ass in a nuclear holocaust.
Pamela felt jealous as she watched John lay down on the bed and position himself between Kimberly's widespread thighs. She turned to her daughter and said, "Now, you've got to hoist your pubis a little so that the aim is correct."
"Like this, mom?" said Kimberly as she lifted her choice ass and angled it towards the head of the cock.
"Yes, darling. That's the way. You seem like an expert."
"Thanks. Mr. Eldridge gives us sexual geometry lessons like this."
"My goodness!" said Pamela. "Education has certainly changed a lot since I attended school."
"It's basically the result of the Aids scare, mother. Teachers realize that they must be factual about sex. No more beating around the bush—pardon the pun."
There was no need to ask for the pun to be pardoned. Her mother didn't get the gist of the humor.
"Anyway, let him get into position," Pamela explained like a ground controller instructing a novice pilot on how to taxi a plane. When she saw that the sexual organs were in line she exclaimed, "That's it! That's it! Now, the fucking can begin in earnest."
John had difficulty believing his ears. He had suspected that Kimberly had purposely gotten him drunk, now he guessed that she had spiked the drinks as well. People just didn't converse like this in real life—especially families! And yet, he realized that this was no time for armchair moralizing. Leave that to the hypocritical preachers on their soapboxes who always advocated puritanical sexual behavior, and yet went out and found bow-legged acrobatic prostitutes to pass the time. No, this was the time to fuck young things. And Hallelujah! Kimberly's time had come!
In the meantime, the shapely teenager reached up with her dainty hand and placed it on the midsection of his fat cock. She pointed the fleshy object of lust at the very core of her cunt. When she was certain that she had fitted it snugly in the warm folds of her nest she asked, "Like this, mom?"
Pamela leaned over, investigated the trajectory, and exclaimed, "You've got it! That's the spot! Now, the rest is easy. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy the event."
"Just like Mardi Gras, eh?"
"That's right," Pamela said before turning to John and asking, "Are you ready?"
"Does a bear shit in the woods?" he replied.
Pamela smiled. She liked shit jokes. That was her kind of humor. Not stupid puns. She looked back at Kimberly and asked, "Are you ready?"
"Oh yes! Yes! Just get on with it!" the teenager exclaimed excitedly.
"All right," said her mother. "But first let me say one thing to Uncle John."
She looked at him and said, "I'm giving you my daughter to fuck—not so much because I think that it's a good idea, but rather because Dr. Eldridge of the high school thinks that it's a good idea. Isn't that right, Kimberly?"
Her daughter wasn't about ready to start an argument. "That's right, mom. That's right. He shows films about this all the time. He says that it forms a bond between mothers and daughters. Sort of primal in nature."
John's balls were about ready to burst. Pamela sounded like a preacher presenting a bride for marriage. Hell! He wasn't going to take her daughter's hand in holy matrimony, he was merely going to fuck the living daylights out of her. "Can I proceed?" he asked desperately.
"Not before you promise one more thing."
"What is it? Tell me. I'll promise."
"If you harm this beautiful child of mine in any way, I'll smash your nuts in a vise and leave you screaming from the rafters. Is that understood?"
He had a feeling that she was totally serious. Naturally he agreed.
"Good," she replied. "I just wanted to make sure that you understood the ground rules. Too many men think that women enjoy pain. That's utter bullshit. Women, like men, enjoy pleasure, and all sexual intercourse should be pleasurable."
Kimberly listened to her mother. She remembered that during all her years of watching her parents make love, she had never once seen them harm each other. Sure, they did some kinky stuff, like pretending to be animals, or playing Master and Servant, but they never physically hurt each other. No lashes, whips, or bondage. No screams or torture.
The teenager suddenly had a great deal of respect for her mother. The beautiful older woman was more intelligent than she had given her credit for. But then, most teenagers learned that sooner or later.
Nevertheless, Kimberly hadn't forgotten the real reason why she was spread out in the middle of the bed with a penis wedged in her slit. "Can we get on with this?" she asked breathlessly.
"Of course, baby," replied the beautiful mother. "I just wanted to make sure that Uncle John understood my position."
Once John had been given tacit approval to proceed, he started to lower himself into the widespread young gash. Even though Kimberly was cherry, he didn't feel the kind of physical resistance which he had expected. He thought that his entry would be blocked by her hymen, but he was surprised to find that no obstruction impeded his forward progress.
"Ahhh! You're tight," he said with his eyes closed, wiggling his pelvis back and forth so that he could wedge his meaty sword into her liquid sheath a fraction of an inch at a time, instead of all at once as he had originally planned. But then, those plans had been scrubbed. Now he didn't want to hear her scream. After all, now he had his nuts, a vise, and some rafters to worry about.
When he was halfway into her vaginal paradise he again commented, "You're so tight. So deliciously tight."
"Tighter than mom?" asked Kimberly as if she were asking a question in American History class.
"Oh yea! You're a lot tighter than your mother—a whole lot tighter. But that's because you're cherry, honey. You'll loosen up a bit when you get more experience." He shoved a couple of inches into her in one quick deft thrust.
"Mmph!" she moaned. "Ow! It sort of hurts."
He paused his forward assault, opened his eyes, and quickly looked at Pamela. He worried about his nuts being flattened to the width of a Lincoln penny. Immediately he returned his attention to the daughter and said, "Don't worry. Don't worry. It'll be all right. After a short while you'll start to enjoy it."
Droplets of sweat started to appear on his forehead and his nuts began to twitch—almost as if they sensed that they were about to guillotined and fed to the hogs. Incredibly, he could sense his testes start to pull themselves upward into his body, seeking refuge from any approaching scissors, or knife. •
But no implement of testicle destruction was on its way to sever his precious family jewels. At least, not yet.
He looked back into the eyes of the incredibly beautiful teenager and said, "A little bit of pain is quite natural the first time. But, believe me, in the not too distant future you'll be hungry for cock every night. You'll see. Taking a penis into your vagina will become second nature. It'll be as easy as turning on a spigot of water for the bath."
She could tell that Uncle John had become as nervous as a rabbit locked in a cage full of foxes. Ever since her mother had warned him about losing his nuts he had been extremely cautious. The youngster thought about screaming at the top of her lungs to see what kind of incident might transpire. She doubted if her mother had the fortitude to actually whack off his balls, but it would be interesting to find out nevertheless.
John was somewhat curious about her vagina as he pushed into her. "I can't seem to feel your hymen, honey."
"Oh!" she gasped. "I might have lost it when I took those horseback riding lessons several years ago. Mr. Eldridge says that it's quite common nowadays for a young girl to be hymenless."
She wasn't about to tell him that she had lost her hymen years ago atop the toy box while watching her mother and father ball each other. Nor was she about to explain that she had finger-fucked herself thousands of times during the past eight years. Nor was she about to express her belief that the absence of a hymen was the greatest breakthrough since sliced bread.
Meanwhile, Pamela was again feeling jealous. Her daughter was getting dick and not her. Oh well, she decided that she would insist on being serviced next. But getting dick wasn't the only thing which was bothering her. She was also miffed about being told that she had a loose cunt.
To see if the statement were true, she reached down between her widespread thighs and stuck a finger into her vagina. She wiggled her digit back and forth several times, circulating it around and feeling the diameter of the orifice. After a while she came to the conclusion that she wasn't that loose down there. Not at all. Many women in their mid-thirties were much looser. What did Uncle John expect from a woman who had been married for fifteen years and given birth! A rabbit hole! Naturally she wouldn't be as snug as her cherry teenage daughter. Besides, if her vagina was a little wider than normal it was because that Dr. Eldridge fellow had stretched her a bit after his therapy.
She kept her finger buried in her nether orifice as she returned her attention to watching the carnal scene taking place beside her. She saw that John had at last relaxed. Apparently she had earlier scared the shit out of him about his losing his testicles.
She watched as he started moving his penis slowly into the hungry pussy. Five inches were now buried in the young tight fleshy hole.
"Ungh!" Kimberly groaned as she threw her head back so that the tendons in her neck were displayed. She was no longer in the mood to fake pain. She was actually hurting from his entry. Her finger-fucking hadn't prepared her for anything like this.
Perspiration again started to appear on John's furrowed brow. His nuts again withdrew upward into the protection of his body. "Easy baby. Easy. Just spread your lovely thighs a little wider, breathe deeply, and relax."
He kept looking out of the corner of his eyes at Pamela, making sure that she wasn't reaching for a hidden weapon which she might have kept under the bed. "Easy. Everything's going to be okay. There's no need to worry about anything."
Kimberly was surprised to learn that even virile-looking men like John became simpering wimps when their nuts were on the line. Ha! So much for the myth of macho!
As another inch slipped into her vagina she began to feel the pain subside. And it was replaced with a wonderful sensation which she had never felt before. A deep penetrating feeling of unbelievably intense pleasure. "Oh! Uncle John!" she moaned with loving ardor. "It feels great—really great!"
"See. I told you."
Indeed it did feel terrific. And how! It certainly beat the shit out of finger-fucking. And it was a hell of a lot more practical than using the old Coke bottle. And dildos and vibrators never felt so warm nor pliable. No matter how advanced the technology, or special the product, there simply was no substitute for good old American cock.
John's eyes rolled back in his head. He was in heaven, he knew it. Kimberly had a cunt which was unsurpassed in quality. It was that one in a million. Tight, snug, and deep. He had no doubt that he would eventually manage to put all eight inches into her. "Ahhh!" he sighed as he sank onward and inward. "Ahhh! What a great vagina!"
Pamela looked over and watched another couple of inches of hard ripe cock slide into her beautiful daughter's warm moist womb. The older woman had to admit that she was getting turned-on by simply watching. She reached down between her thighs with her hand and began stroking her clitoris, while at the same time continuing to dabble in the vagina.
John shoved the last couple of inches of his dick into the teenager's cunt. He wiggled his pelvis against hers so that even the root of his shaft was buried. He wormed his pole around a little, meshing his pubic hair with hers.
When the tip of his cock touched her cervix, he lowered his head and began kissing the tops of her ripe teenage breasts. He moved his tongue around one magnificent and delicious orb, before trailing his lingual digit to the other. He lingered on the left breast for a considerable period of time, before beginning to concentrate his attention on the nipple. He captured the hard little nubbin between his lips and began to suck.
At that moment he felt her spread her thighs a little wider and wrap her legs around his lower torso.
Ah! He knew that he had triumphed. Once he felt her ankles resting on his hard buttocks, he realized that he had converted another young woman to the worldwide religion of fucking. Without a doubt, the best faith around.
The locked ankles behind the ass was the secret signal which females the world-over sent to their lovers when they were ready to be fucked. Anthropologists had long recognized this primal trait. Maybe sex researchers had noticed it too. He would have to ask Dr. Eldridge.
He immediately began moving his big fat dick in and out of her with real determination. He now knew that she was lubricated all the way down the length of her channel. He could feel the secretions bathing his member. She was greased like the inside of a piston. He knew that she would be faking if she screamed that he was hurting her now.
He lifted his hips, withdrawing himself nearly to the crown of his penis, and then pushed his rod back into her cylinder.
"Mmm!" moaned Kimberly, lifting her ass to welcome him home again. "Oooh! I know what you were talking about now, mom."
Pamela had been busy masturbating and hadn't paid too much attention to the proceedings for the past few minutes. She looked over at her daughter and smiled, "Now you see for yourself that sex is great."
"Ohhh! It's wonderful!"
John didn't care what the women were conversing about. After all, he had a mission to perform. He had to get his rocks off. It was his job to fuck a young beauty.
Charge!
Pamela had never participated in a group scene before. In fact, she was a novice to open sexuality. But she had to admit that as she watched John move his long shaft in and out of her daughter's small vaginal opening that the sight was extremely erotic. Suddenly it dawned on her that this group stuff was a lot of fun. She wondered if she could talk her hubby into joining them later when he came home from work.
No way, she thought, reconsidering that idea. He's too fucking fat for fucking.
"Mmmm!" moaned Kimberly. "This is great. This is so fucking great!"
In and out, in and out, John pumped. In and out, in and out, in and out. Faster! Faster! Faster! She was like a Slick-and-Slide covered with melted butter, or a tunnel greased with warm jelly. She was definitely the best cunt that he had ever had the pleasure of sticking his dick into.
Kimberly now knew why her mother liked sex so much. She realized that a woman could become very fond of this kind of activity. It sure beat school work. In fact, it beat anything Kimberly had ever experienced.
She cursed herself for not having fucked earlier. She could have been balling from the time she reached puberty—and that was nearly four years beforehand.
She almost broke down and cried when that realization crossed her mind. Four years! Damn! That was nearly 1400 days wasted. And if she could have worked out the logistics she could have had three fucks a day! That would have been over 4000!
Now she really wanted to cry.
She continued to meet each of John's thrusts with a counter-thrust of her own. And during one of her counter-thrusts another realization popped into her mind. She decided that she could make up for lost opportunities. From hereafter she would fuck at least four times per day for the next twelve years. That should compensate for missed chances. She just hoped that Uncle John could continue to get it up for that long. It would be a shame if he came down with the sick dick syndrome.
Again John felt his ejaculate boiling at the base of his balls. His testes were being tested. They were being forced to work overtime. But this was the kind of work which a man could never grow tired of. This was bliss. This was nirvana.
He felt his sperm begin to rush upward. Gobs of man juice was charging up his seminal tubes like a herd of lemmings dashing to the open sea. They rushed out of the head of his cock and into the young girl's waiting womb. Her viscous sea. The warm tidal pool of sex.
"Arrgghhh!" he screamed like a banshee when he felt his release.
"Ohhhhh!" cried Kimberly, rotating her ass like a crankshaft in motion, swirling it around without regard to decency or propriety. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" she kept saying over and over as she moved her ass as if it had a will of its own.
Pamela smiled. Hallelujah! Her daughter had experienced the thrill of orgasm. Thank goodness! And to think that it had happened during her first fuck! Thank god! The young girl wouldn't have to wait for years to learn about the joy of sex.
John relaxed and pulled himself out of the young woman's clinging snatch. He eased himself out carefully, not wishing to alarm the girl by any sudden action. He was amazed at her cunt's suction. It felt like he had his cock trapped in a NASA vacuum chamber. When he felt the head of his cock caught, he pulled back suddenly and a loud "plop" sounded around the room.
Pamela giggled, turned to Kimberly, and said, "My goodness, honey. You really were tight. I haven't heard that sound coming from my cunt for over a decade."
Kimberly smiled. Her mother had displayed a charming sense of humor. The young girl was getting to like the older woman more with each passing moment. She found it strange that group sex brought out the best in people.
John lay back at the foot of the bed, exhausted. He had fucked two beautiful women in less than an hour. Not only did he need to rest for a few minutes, but so did his dick and balls. They were sore.
Meanwhile Kimberly looked over at her mother. She was amazed at Pamela's beautiful appearance at that moment. The two of them had shared a wonderfully intimate experience. They had watched each other getting fucked by a master-fucker. At that very moment each of their pussies had his sperm soaking their respective ovaries. Little brotherly sperm cells were swimming around in the respective vaginas.
The mother seemed to sense what her daughter was thinking. "It's wonderful, isn't it, dear?"
"I'll say, mom. I think that sex is the greatest. I could never go back to being a virgin."
Pamela reached out and felt her daughter's breast. It was so like her own—firm, and shapely, and nearing full-development. It was quite apparent that her daughter obviously had one of the best looking bodies in high school. That meant that she would probably soon be Numero Uno. Pamela gave the titty a playful squeeze.
"That tickles, mom."
"It's meant to," she said as she squeezed again.
"Stop that or I'll squeeze your titty."
"Go ahead. I dare you."
The teenager reached forward and gave a tentative feel to her mother's breast. Although she had seen her mother getting fucked numerous times, she had never touched her body intimately. She nicked her hand against the hard little nipples and squeezed them. She nicked the right one again and again, delighting in its playfulness.
"It feels good, doesn't it?"
"I should say so. I didn't know that caressing another woman's breasts could be so wonderful."
"Neither did I", whispered Pamela, feeling a sudden warmth rush over her.
Kimberly worked her way down her mother's body and began stroking the firm incurving stomach. She smoothed her hand along the flat plain of the belly and circled the center of the abdominal bowl. She dipped her index finger into the navel, tracing the little, almost invisible, line which extended vertically from a point just below the breasts to the belly itself.
She liked the shape of her mother's navel. It was an "innie" rather than an "outie." She followed the faint line upward to the cleavage, then downward to the outer limits of the blonde pubic hair. And then, she took the biggest risk of all: she traced her finger down to the very edge of the hairy blonde forest, to the very tip of the moist slit itself.
Pamela knew that she should stop the game before it got out of hand. And yet, it felt good. It felt wonderful. It felt delicious. She watched her daughter's fingertip head down through the little tangled nest of curls and stop at the very top of her gash. Slowly, deftly, carefully the young girl pushed her way between the moist folds, feeling first the clitoris and then the vagina itself.
When Kimberly first touched the clit, Pamela nearly fainted. It was like a light switch had been thrown on. Her entire body suddenly became one mega-wattage inferno of sex-charged hormones of uncontrollable passion.
"Ohhhh!" the older woman moaned, arching her body against the searching palm of her daughter.
Kimberly enjoyed the sensation of feeling inside of her mother's snatch. It was warm, moist, slick, and still filled will vaginal secretions and sperm. The youngster soon learned that this is what life was all about. Everything came from this one particular piece of anatomy. Everything in human society originated in the hole of a woman. Men undertook careers so that they could acquire money, so that they could spend that money on women, so that the women would go to bed with them, so that the dick could be put in the hole.
Women made themselves attractive and adopted social customs for the sole purpose of exercising their little holes. And society went to war on the basis of sexual frustration and sexual fulfillment. Just look at the rape of the Sabine women and what it did to Rome! There were the Sabine's living just north of the ancient city of Rome. The Roman soldiers had such a great time raping those lovely Sabine's, they decided to keep on raping and keep on going. And what did they wind-up doing— conquering nearly all of the known world.
Yep, pussy. That's what mattered. The world revolved around it. Civilization was based upon it. Pussy was the thing which counted most in the whole scheme of the cosmos. And yet, pussy was never happy unless it had a hard cock buried in it.
Kimberly scooted forward, next to her mother, and kissed her tit.
"Oh baby!" sighed Pamela pressing the breast into her daughter's mouth. "You haven't done that since you were a child. Oh suck it, please."
Kimberly did. She opened her mouth and began lapping at the lovely breast. It tasted delicious. It was warm—so wonderfully warm. She continued to dabble her index finger along her mother's gash, and then she slipped it into the hole itself. She liked the feel of it. The vagina seemed to have a mind of its own. It puckered around the very tip of the finger, gripping it.
Kimberly looked at her mother's face, and asked, "Where on earth did you learn that trick?"
Pamela smiled and said, "See. Your mother knows a few things that you don't. I used to exercise it on your father's penis until he got such a big beer belly that I couldn't get a grip on it anymore. It's one of my favorite exercises. I learned it in yoga class back in college."
"When I get to college, I'll have to take yoga."
Pamela kissed her daughter on the forehead and said, "See why I want you to get into a good college? I want you to be able to take courses about fucking."
"Tee hee. I'll have to remember that, mom."
John scooted up so that he was positioned behind Pamela. He looked down at her full, firm, shapely buttocks. He leaned forward as she kissed her daughter fully on the lips. He whispered, "Lady, you've got a beautiful ass."
Pamela broke the kiss and looked over her shoulder. She smiled and said, "You know, there's one thing that I've never done which I've always wanted to do."
John beamed brightly. "Are you referring to what I think you're referring to?"
She blushed.
Kimberly noticed her flushed complexion and realized what was in store. "Butt-fucking! Wow! I've always wanted to know what it was like! Oh mom! you've just got to do it. I want to watch! Even Mr. Eldridge doesn't talk about it."
Pamela giggled. "Well, why don't you grab the jar of Vaseline off the table and let's go for it."
John quickly pulled the jar from the table and placed a liberal amount on his hands. He then took a big gob and rubbed it around her sphincter muscle.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, wiggling her ass. "That's cold."
"Don't worry. Soon it'll warm in that lovely asscrack of yours."
Kimberly was naturally curious. She looked down and watched in wonder as John's fingers coated her mother's ass. She admired his technique. He was loving and gentle.
"Why don't you get into position?" John asked. "It'd be a lot easier if you had your ass thrust up in the air so I could get at it better."
"All right," Pamela replied. She rolled over onto her stomach and got up on her knees. Keeping her head on the pillow, she angled her ass upward and reached behind her with her hands to separate the asscheeks.
He now had a full unobstructed view of her crack. He admired its cleanliness. That trait was something which he respected. A peachy clean ass meant that the woman was hygienic. Over the years he had learned that nothing was more disgusting than preparing for anal sex and finding out at the last moment that woman wasn't a thorough ass wiper.
But Pamela's asshole was a very healthy pink, resembling a little pink rosebud. Below her anal ring he could see her pussy, all plump and rounded. To make sure that she was thoroughly coated, he rubbed his fingers over the area time and again.
It wasn't long before he had another hard-on. He leaned forward and asked, "Are you ready, lady?"
"I've been waiting for this moment for years. Go ahead. Make my night," she said with a smile, paraphrasing Clint Eastwood.
John took the tip of his cock and placed it at the center of her anus. He rubbed it back and forth several times, coating it with the warm Vaseline. He looked over at Kimberly and smiled. And then, in one move, he shoved the head of his cock inside her mother's rectum.
"Oh!" Pamela's blue eyes opened wide with surprise. She immediately called out, "Ow! Ow! That hurts!"
"Easy lady. Easy. It's not going to hurt for very long. The first time with anal sex is like the first time with a virgin—you've got to get used to it. Believe me, I won't hurt you. You know that."
She found the words reassuring. It was a genuine comfort to be in bed with a man who cared.
He leaned forward slightly, shoving another couple of inches up her rear passageway. Again she twisted her head in anguish, but this time she did not cry out. She knew that she must bear the slings and arrows of pain in order to reach that plateau of sexual satisfaction and that nirvana of sexual bliss which existed in the heavenly beyond.
Another inch, followed by another and another and another slipped into her. Each following the other with certainty and gentleness. His massive cock pummeled inward and downward, pushing ever onward.
Kimberly looked over and smiled. Uncle John was truly amazing. He was just as gentle with her mother's first anal fuck, as he had been with her first vaginal one.
John got himself all the way in—all eight inches—until his balls rested between Pamela's widespread thighs. They hung down and touched the inner flesh. "Ahhh!" he sighed.
He let the penis rest in her anal confines for a while, not moving it at all. He wanted to allow her time to get acquainted with his enormous girth and tremendous length. There was no point in hurting her. After all, as she had said: sex was meant to be tantamount to enjoyment, not pain.
She was beginning to enjoy it too. She batted her eyelashes and stuck out her tongue to moisten her lips. She really liked the sensation of being filled back there. Maybe it wasn't as great as vaginal intercourse, but it had its merits. It was different. Simply different.
Kimberly could see a psychological change occurring in her mother. The older beauty was arching her back, forcing her buttocks backward, attempting to accept more of Uncle John up her tight virginal rectum. "Is she snug, Uncle John?"
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" he grunted three times in rapid succession. "Every woman is tight back here. It's the tightest place on a woman's body. Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"
"Can I be next?" Kimberly asked innocently like a child wanted to ride on a teeter-totter.
John didn't even bother to look at her. He simply kept his eyes closed and said, "Honey, by the time that I shoot my wad for the third time, I don't think that I'll be able to get it up again until tomorrow morning. Sorry."
"I bet that I can get it up for you after you finish with her."
He smiled as he continued to thrust and pump. "Well, maybe you're right. I might be surprised. I've already been amazed at how much sperm I've been able to produce tonight."
"I'll say," said Kimberly. "It feels like I've got a little farm pond sloshing up inside of me."
That statement immediately silenced him. The color drained out of his face. He looked at her, turned serious, and asked, "By the way, baby, are you currently using birth control pills?"
Those words registered on Pamela's mind at the same instant. She suddenly looked over, momentarily stopping her moaning, groaning, and grinding. "Uncle John has raised a very good point, honey. Are you using anything?"
"Of course," Kimberly replied. "Mr. Eldridge passes out birth control pills to all the girls in his classes. A female doesn't get advanced into the second semester unless she passes the mid-term. I've been on the Pill for over six months. It's great, but this is the first opportunity which I've had that I could actually use it."
Pamela breathed a sigh of relief as did John. Kimberly remembered when her mother had once told her about the importance of using birth control pills. It had been fun listening to the older woman explain intimate things in such detail. However, the youngster had known about the Pill ever since she had first seen her mother and father making love when she was eight years old. Since that night, she had become an authority on all human sexual behavior—especially that of her parents.
Meanwhile, John held onto Pamela's lovely hips as he fucked into her with as much energy as he could muster. No longer was he gentle. Now he was a tempest of thrust. A sexual cyclone. He was moving his pelvis back and forth at a staccato rhythm, and as a consequence her body was shaking violently, yet sensually, in his hands.
He liked to watch her buttocks bounce as he smashed his pelvis against them. He loved to hear his balls slap against her inner thighs as he drove forward and stopped abruptly.
Back and forth he moved like an Oklahoma oil well. Back and forth. Back and forth. Moving and pumping, pumping and moving. In and out, in and out.
"Ahhh!" Pamela moaned.
For the third time that night he felt his balls churning. Another fresh batch of sperm had been produced and was coming up through his testicles, moving into his lower dick, rushing upward, upward, upward.
Finally it blasted out of him and into her rectum.
"Ahhhh!" she moaned, followed by an, "Mmmph!" She felt his sperm splash into her and fill her to overflowing.
"Wow!" exclaimed Kimberly. "That's intense." Within a few minute John pulled out of her and lay back on the bed. Now he was really exhausted. He was royally fucked out.
Pamela felt a sudden rush of air up her rectum as her freshly stretched sphincter muscle had a difficult time closing. She also collapsed on the bed.
She rolled over on her back and allowed her long tapered legs to fall open, spreading apart naturally. She lifted her arms above her head and stretched. "Ahhh! I swear. I think I've been fucked out for the second time this evening. First the vagina—now the asshole. Wow!"
Kimberly looked at the lovely women stretched beside her. Not only had the youngster experienced her first intimate sexual experience, but she had also witnessed her mother's first anal fuck.
Now the time had come to experience something else. She raised herself over her mother's prone body and kissed the top of the breast.
"Mmm!" moaned Pamela, still sated from her carnal workout. "It feels so good."
Kimberly licked the left nipple, then the right, then the left, and then the right again. She then made a trail of kisses down her mother's body. Down across the flat plain of the concave abdomen. Down to the navel. Down to the slightly rounded lower abdomen. Down to the upper ridge of the pubic line. All the while she was following the same path which she had earlier traced with her finger. Now she was using her mouth. She like this method much better. It was much more intimate. She was able to taste as well as feel.
Pamela opened her eyes and quickly realized what her daughter was up to. "Kimberly honey, you shouldn't do that."
Her daughter wasn't paying attention. She proceeded downward on her mission of pleasure. She found the gaping lips and parted them with her tongue.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" moaned Pamela, again responding to the wonderful excitement of uninhibited sexuality. "Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" she cooed.
Kimberly found the little clitoris and flicked it with her tongue. She licked it, moistened it, and felt it pulsing with passion. She even nibbled it a few times with her teeth.
"Oh my god! That's great! Oh!" Pamela was now going bonkers. She began thrusting her pelvis against her daughter's face. She no longer had any reservations about where her daughter was sticking her tongue. Now she simply wanted that tongue to do its thing down there. She wanted it to lap away. She wanted to experience the thrill of cunnilingus.
At first, Kimberly wasn't too hot for the taste of pussy, but soon she began to like it. She had learned that the psychological aspects of sex, far outweighed the occasional unpleasant aromas and fragrances. Sometimes the psychology of sex outweighed the incredibly intense physical sensations associated with it. Given time she knew that her taste buds would adapt to anything. That's the way that children eventually learned to eat spinach and carrots. Everything was simply an acquired taste.
She allowed her lingual appendage to dabble in the moist furrow, moving it from the clitoris, down to the vagina, back to the clitoris. She was cleaning her mother's cunt just like a little vacuum cleaner.
Pamela felt the tongue dipping and probing in and out of her moist nest—over and over and over again. She knew now that if she didn't go crazy she never would.
"It tastes good down here," said Kimberly.
John looked over and said, "It looks like you girls are having fun."
Meanwhile, Pamela screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt another intense orgasm approaching. "Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrghhh!" She thrust her legs wide apart, enjoying a sensual sensation which she had never known before. She was literally bashing her Mound of Venus against Kimberly's face.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Kimberly didn't mind. This was the price one had to pay for delving into areas other than heterosexualland. She licked, lapped, tasted, and swallowed. Her little tongue was a shovel working overtime between her mother's widespread thighs.
After she gave her mother twelve orgasms in a row, she decided to stop. She didn't want to drive the poor woman into the insane asylum. She lifted her come-smeared face and lay back on the bed. She wiped her nose and chin with the sheet and looked back at her mother.
The elder beauty was wearing the happiest expression that she had worn in ages.