Chapter 10
The sound of Jim's pleasure was the first thing Ann heard as she slipped into the back door. She had left her car down the street, and, with a pounding heart, crept toward the house like a thief. It was hard to imagine that that was the way to get her man back, but she trusted Karen.
Ann had peeked in the windows, and when she saw that there wasn't anyone on the first floor, she was able to gather enough courage to go in. The sounds of lust drifting down the stairs proved what Ann had found so incredible Jim and Karen were doing the same things she and Billy had done.
Stepping as softly as she could, she crept to the stairs and began climbing. Every creak of the stairs made Ann freeze in horror of being discovered. She kept climbing, though.
As she neared the top, she could see into Jim's room. It seemed like years since she'd been in that room with him. And Jim's sounds of lust, growing louder as she approached, brought, back the memories of her own, in that room.
Another step brought the sight of Jim's back and shoulders into view. The next step revealed Karen kneeling in front of him with his cock in her mouth. Luckily, Jim's back was toward the door, but then Ann realized that Karen had planned it that way.
Ann's nervousness and fear began to melt away in the heat of her voyeuristic passion. And, even though she'd started the incestuous behavior, the sight of Karen sucking her father's prick was a shock.
Karen swiveled her father slightly, to give Ann a view of her face. Ann saw that familiar, fat prick sticking into the girl's mouth, she saw Karen look at her. Ann instinctively stepped back, but she had nothing to worry about. In fact, now she knew what she would have to do. Karen's plan was suddenly clear.
But Ann decided to wait. Jim was caught red handed. Ann was going to wait, however, until he was deeper into his pit of incestuous lust before showing herself.
Besides, since watching was proving to be extremely exciting, Ann didn't want to waste that enjoyment. She sat on a stair with her legs spread, then slipped a hand up her skirt. When she made her move she was going to be in the same state of passion as Jim and Karen.
As Ann diddled her pussy and watched, Karen slipped her father's prick out of her mouth, rose to her feet, and took him by the hand. Walking backwards, she led her father to the bed. There, she lay down with her legs splayed.
"Suck my cunt, Dad," Karen said loudly enough for Ann to hear. "Eat me like you did last night."
Jim didn't say anything, but walked toward his daughter.
Ann could feel her pussy swelling with passion as she watched Jim crawl between his daughter's legs and lower his face to her cunt. The memory of that champion tongue in her own cunt almost made Ann run to join them. But she resisted. When the right time came, though, she knew just what she would do.
Far now, however, she would satisfy herself with her fingers and the incredible sight she was watching. Reaching between the pudgy lips of her soaking pussy, Ann tried to imitate the frantic action of Jim's tongue.
Watching his head nodding between Karen's thighs made it easy to pretend it was her cunt he was lapping. She followed the rhythm of his head movements in rubbing the slippery interior of her slot.
As Ann watched Karen squirming in profound pleasure under her father's cunt-lapping, she remembered that same chick sucking her cunt when they and Billy had had that orgy. Now she was looking forward to another orgy with Jim. If everything worked out as she hoped, there would be orgies every night.
"Dad, oh, Dad, I'm going to come!" Karen moaned. "Fuck me, quick! Bring me off with your prick. Ohhh, fuck me!"
Ann followed. Jim's prick with her eyes as he lifted his body from between Karen's legs. She watched as he stuck his cock between the girl's thighs and threaded it into her cunt. This was what she was waiting for; she pulled her panties off but left her skirt on.
Karen was going to come very soon, Ann knew. Then it would be Jim's turn. But before he reached his orgasm, he was going to be interrupted. Ann waited for the right moment as Karen squealed in ecstasy.
"Eeeeooowwww," the younger girl wailed as her father pumped his prick madly in her crotch.
Ann stood and crept into the room. Jim, in his passion, didn't notice her. He was working on his daughter so intently Ann didn't know how to get his attention. She almost called out his name, but decided to be more subtle. Simply walking toward them was bound to attract his attention. Ann shook with a combination of lust and fear. She was only a few feet away from the fucking couple, and, still, Jim hadn't noticed her, although Karen was looking right up at her. Suddenly, Jim was looking at her too.
Ann remained silent as she watched Jim's face turn white. He stared at her as though she were a ghost. Ann almost felt sorry for him as she thought about the shock he must be feeling, but she remained quiet.
Jim's hips pound to a stop. Slowly, he rolled off his daughter, his cock throbbing in empty air.
"Ann," he finally gasped. "I don't know what to, to, oh, Ann, I'm so sorry!"
His misery was so deep that Ann had to throw herself on the bed and take the poor man into her arms.
"I tried to come to see you," Jim said. "But after treating you so badly I just couldn't face you. You can see what's been going on here. I've been doing the same thing you have. Can you forgive me?"
"Sure, darling," Ann said. "I understand. It's all right."
"Well, I think I'll leave you two alone," Karen said. She was satisfied in every way.
"No, don't," Ann said. "Help me take care of your father. After all, I interrupted him at an important moment."
Karen was glad to stay. Ann began undressing with Karen's and Jim's help. Soon, three naked bodies were jostling together on the bed.
Jim's prick was growing again as his daughter and Ann coaxed it with greedy fingers. It was obvious that Jim was getting over his surprise and was getting back into the heat of sex.
"Let's get on with what I interrupted," Ann said. "But, Karen, would you mind terribly if I took your place?"
"Be my guest," the younger girl said.
The thought of having Jim's prick in her again after so long brought tears of happiness to Ann's eyes, but she fought them back as Jim mounted her. Ann felt the powerful cock at her cunt. Then, suddenly, she was full of his hardness.
"Oh, Jim. Oh, it feels so wonderful to have you inside me again," she cooed.
"I'm so glad you're back, Ann," he said as he began pumping.
The pressure of his gism hadn't really subsided. He began pumping his prick into Ann with all the energy he'd been applying to his daughter. Ann had gotten so excited by watching that she was matching his thrusts with mighty thrusts of her own hips.
Karen was moved by the reunion. And she was thrilled to be the odd man at the moment. Not since she had been in bed with Ann and Billy had she had the pleasure of watching a vigorous fucking. She lay close to the couple, her arm over her father's back.
As Ann and Jim kissed, Karen pressed her face to theirs. The kiss was shared among them, their tongues and saliva joining. Karen was getting eager to fit into the fucking more actively.
"Jim, I'm going to come!" Ann moaned.
"Me too," he gasped. "Uhhhh."
As the chorus of ecstasy filled the room, Karen moved away from the orgasming couple. Not only did that afford her a better view, but she was able to get at her own body with her anxious hands. She leaned back, spread her legs, and inserted a finger into her cunt. Until someone else was available, she would have to play with herself.
Tickling her own cunt while watching her father and Ann writhing in rapture was wonderful. Karen shoved one tit up to her mouth and licked the nipple. As she kept herself amused, she was bounced on the stormy sea of the bed.
When Ann and Jim lay still finally, they felt the bed continuing to rock. They looked at Karen in her posture of self manipulation. She was smiling at them as she stirred her twat and sucked her tit. Ann glanced at Jim's face to judge his reaction. He was really a changed man, she could see by the amused expression on his face.
Remembering how Karen had eaten her cunt the last time they'd been in bed together gave Ann an urge to repay the favor. But would that be going too far for Jim's taste? She remembered, also, his rage the last time he'd caught her doing something he thought perverted. But, if they were going to get back together, he would have to take her with all her perversions.
The thought of eating a cunt captured Ann's imagination with overpowering force. Before she knew what she was doing, she found herself crawling off Jim and into the vee of Karen's legs. Karen took her hand away from her cunt, leaving it spread and empty.
As Ann got into position, she wondered what Jim was thinking. If she could have seen his face at that moment, she would have seen a look of kinky enjoyment. Jim had really come over to the side of perverted sex.
Ann wished she could dive into Karen's pussy as eagerly as Karen had dived into hers, but she wasn't as free as the younger girl. At her age, taking such a big step into perversion wasn't easy. But the sweet odor of the fresh, young twat was drawing her watering mouth toward it.
As she neared that fragrant and wet slot, Ann felt her pulse beating in her temples. By the time she felt Karen's silken thighs sliding along her cheeks, she knew that she was going to love this new sport.
Karen's pubic hair seemed as soft as corn silk. She stuck out her tongue, found the wet opening, and tasted the salty nectar that flowed there.
Her first taste of another woman's cunt was enough to make Ann a confirmed cunt-lapper. She licked that open wound with increasingly eager wags of her tongue while the slippery juice spread over her face. When she stuck her tongue high up Karen's canal, she concentrated on how the soft pussy-lips felt pressed against her cheeks.
Cunt-sucking was such a wonderfully different thrill, Ann couldn't help wondering if there were other avenues of sexual gratification she hadn't discovered yet if there were, she promised herself she would try them.
Ann pressed her face as firmly as she could to Karen's crotch as her tongue learned the technique of eating a cunt. Karen's voice, rising in cries of joy, conveyed the message that Ann's tongue was doing a good job. As she explored the aunt on her face, she reached up over the young girl's chest and grabbed her tit.
Since Karen had been rubbing herself off when Ann started eating her, she was nearing an orgasm before long. Ann could feel the cunt lips swelling as the girl writhed. The louder Karen moaned the harder Ann's tongue bore down on the lining of her cunt. Ann was amazed at the power of Karen's thrusting hips as she hit her climax.
"No! Don't stop," Karen screamed when Ann lifted her head.
Ann put her mouth back to Karen's cunt; the younger girl clawed desperately at Ann's head. Placing her tongue on the stiff button of Karen's clit, Ann wiggled it until Karen screamed for her to stop.
Not bad for a first attempt, Ann told herself. She lifted her head and saw the devastated girl lying before her. Karen looked beautiful in her dazed satisfaction.
Then the three of them pulled a sheet over their naked bodies and cuddled in the warmth of spent lust. Jim, sandwiched between hot tits, realized what a fool he had been.
"I've been so stupid. So pig-headed," he said.
"Yeah," Ann agreed. "You have but now everything will be perfect."
"Yeah, Dad," Karen said. "We're going to have a ball from now on."