Chapter 6
"I think it's time that we go into the bathroom and clean ourselves up, dear," Pamela said to her daughter.
Kimberly turned and looked at John. "You can come too."
He smiled and got up. The trio headed to the bathroom.
Pamela squatted to douche herself, separating the labia and squirting a warm jet of water up into the hole. When she finished, she showed Kimberly how to use it. The lovely teenager squatted over the toilet and did the same thing as her mother. She bet that there weren't too many daughter's in town who had this kind of experience: washing out an uncle's sperm while the mother stood beside her and did the same.
John watched in fascination as the women took care of their hygiene. He had never been privy to this intimate act before, therefore he found it extremely informative.
When they finished he asked, "Okay, who's going to be the first to get into the shower?"
"I will," Pamela replied.
"Hey! Wait a minute!" said Kimberly. "I was the one who brought you guys together. If it wouldn't have been for me you would have had a very dull evening."
John laughed. "You're absolutely right, sweetheart. Come on in. Have a good time."
"Thank you, Uncle John."
Pamela didn't know how or what to feel about showering with two other people. But then, so what? She had already been screwed by her brother-in-law and tongued clean by her daughter. One more depraved act wouldn't matter one iota.
"Why don't one of you beauties stand on side of me, and the other on the other side?" he asked, patting them both on the ass as he made the suggestion.
"An Oreo sandwich, eh?" said Kimberly.
John looked at her and said, "Well, I don't know if I could call it a true 'Oreo'."
"I swear!" exclaimed Pamela. "I don't know what either of you are talking about. What's an 'Oreo sandwich'?"
The youngster explained, "That's when you've got a white female wedged between two blacks and they're both fucking her—one in the ass, one in the vagina."
"How do you know such things?" asked Pamela as she grabbed a washcloth and began rubbing the area between her thighs.
"Mr. Eldridge is a very good teacher."
"Remind me to vote for the next tax base for schools," John replied. "It seems like we're finally getting our money's worth with education."
"Amen to that," agreed Pamela.
Kimberly laughed and said, "Actually this situation is more like a vanilla wafer, and John is the creamy filling."
They all grouped together tightly in the small shower. There was barely enough room, but they managed. John played with Pamela's breasts for a while, and then turned to play with Kimberly's. And then he would wash Kimberly's cunt until it was all nice and soapy, before turning to do the same with Pamela's.
He didn't know why, but he enjoyed washing a female's genitals. He loved to stroke the pubis with a washcloth and then gently nudge the bar of soap along the length of the slit. He found it to be the most fun game since he played with his little toy trucks as a child.
Naturally it wasn't long before he was hard as a lead pipe again. Barely a moment had passed before he wanted to stick his meat in one of the beautiful females.
Kimberly turned and saw his erection. She slapped it playfully and asked, "Hey! How about a game of Switcheroo Pussy?"
Pamela also slapped John's penis asked, "Switcheroo Pussy? What's that?"
"It's a game where we both face the mirror, bend over the sink, and John sticks his wick into us from behind. He then goes from one female to another."
"I never heard of such a silly game."
"You must have. It was all the rage back in the 1970's—along with streaking."
John patted the youngster's ass and said, "That's the silliest thing I ever heard of."
"It's not silly at all. I think that it would be a lot of fun. C'mon! What do you say? Let's try it."
He really did want to participate. However he was afraid to speak his mind for fear of offending Pamela. Ironically, she too wanted to play the game, but she didn't speak up because she was afraid of offending John. As was typical, the sexes wanted the same thing, but they were afraid to communicate their wants because of society's silly conventions. Somewhere along the line, human civilization had gotten screwed up. Somewhere in the distant past some asshole in authority got the idea that sex was bad, that women were worthless, and that the only thing worth living for was hard work and a miserable existence at the hands of the rich. And yet, human nature revels in the glories of sex. The human body was the best fucking machine ever designed. Women can fuck all day long and have three hundred orgasms, and men got more hard-ons than any other animal on the planet.
Of course, Pamela was also afraid of Aids. But when she realized that these were her family she smiled and agreed. After all, they seemed to be a hygienically clean group.
"C'mon!" said Kimberly. "Let's towel ourselves off and get out to the sink. I want to bend over for a late night snack of hard-dick on rye. I can't wait to have that shaft of his up my love channel one more time."
"Goodness! said Pamela. "You've already starting to sound like an old hand at this, Kimberly." She was worried about her daughter's preoccupation with sex. But then, that was the way parents had been since the beginning of time. They were always worrying about the present situation. Oh well! At least Kimberly was involved with sex and not with drugs. She supposed that as a parent she should be happy and thankful for that.
John watched the two females as they bent over the sink, letting their tits dangle. He couldn't get over how gorgeous their bodies looked from behind.
"Me first!" said Pamela gleefully.
"Hey! No! Me first!" said Kimberly.
"Now girls. Don't argue. There's plenty of dick here for the both of you. Just reach down between those luscious thighs of yours and spread those pussy lips. I'll satisfy that hunger which you have in those little holes down there."
He looked from one to the other, from mother to daughter, he could tell that these pussies were related. Each had the same distinctive oblong shape. Each pouted outward slightly. Each slit looked like a vertical smile. They were about the same size and texture. The only real difference was in the hairier attributes of the mother. He guessed that could be expected. After all, she was older.
John realized that by agreeing to play Switcheroo Pussy with his niece and his sister-in-law, he had reached the bottom of the hedonistic barrel. If there was a hell, he would surely be sent there on a nonstop, one-way, express train. The only thing worse than playing this sordid game would be to play Switcheroo Anus. He guessed that particular version was all the rage in San Francisco.
Ironically, for all of John's moral trepidations about playing, he did anyway. He worried that if he didn't, he might never get the chance again. And if there was one lesson which he had learned in life, it was to never let an opportunity pass. Seize it whenever it presents itself—whether it be in the form of career, education, salary, or pussy. Life was simply too precious, and time was too short to wait for events to happen by means of chance. Most people go to their graves wondering why life had passed them by. They generally never learned to seize opportunity.
For all of his moral dilemmas about going ahead with the licentious game of Switcheroo Pussy, he had to admit that he certainly enjoyed it. And he especially liked sticking his penis into his niece's tight cunt. He had never had one so young before—nor so tight and deep before. Of course, very few men that were his age had stuck their cocks into a snatch so young—primarily because they realized it was against the law!
As he worked his way in and out of Kimberly, in between taking time to work his way in and out of her mother, he realized that there was an added dimension accorded to the act of sex by fucking someone as young as his niece. He concluded that it was the taboo aspect. It was the same sort of thing which made interracial sex so interesting to watch. Black and white intercourse was still considered taboo in America. But one couldn't tell it from the sale of interracial fuck books. They were all the rage in the porno bookstores.
And then there was the fact that young cunt was simply nice to fuck. Every man loved playing the role of sodbuster.
When John finished shooting his load for the last time, Kimberly turned to him and asked, "I hope that this won't be the last time we see you."
"I don't think so, honey, I think I'll be coming back for more of this choice stuff for a very long time. I'd be a fool not to."
"Oh good!" exclaimed Pamela with an elated sense of joy.
All of them embraced, knowing full well that they would be back fucking together very, very, soon.