Chapter 11
Tracy and John wanted to give Maggie a party to celebrate her new life, but she wanted only a few friends. Since Kevin's old girl friend was in town and Allan was still staying with them, they invited Stacy to balance out the evening.
After a buffet of cold roast beef and sliced turkey, they all settled down into the family room and turned on the stereo.
"You sure you won't stay longer, Maggie. We were all just getting used to having you," John said. His eyes lit up when he caught the double meaning of the word. Maggie and Tracy laughed along with him.
The three young people sat in the far end of the room closer to the stereo, and Stacy and Allan seemed to enjoy touching one another in more than friendly ways.
"Why don't you three dance or something. I can see Stacy's motor running wild as it is."
"Yeah, come on you two." She got up and held out her hand to Allan. "Let's see if you move as good as you look."
"Don't you know anyone but foxes?" he asked Kevin getting up. "Who could refuse this piece."
They began dancing to the music on the stereo. Stacy wore a short skirt and a knit top without a bra, and as she jerked and snapped around, her tits lunged this way and that under her thin top.
"Now, you're cooking," said John, paying attention to them for the first time that evening. "Shake it, Stacy, but don't break it."
"They don't break, Mr. Reed," she said smiling.
"I can see, honey, I can see."
"Why don't the grownups dance, too?" she asked as she gave an exaggerated thrust of her hips and shook her tits at John.
"You keep that up and I might be out there before you know it."
"I'll be here," she teased.
"Go on, you two dance," said Tracy.
"Hey, I'm not up to that kind of motion," he said.
"Why don't you and Kevin dance, Maggie? he looks a little lonely." "Okay," she said.
She walked over to him and held out her hand. "I'm afraid I'm not a Stacy, but I do dance. How about you?"
"Sure." He got up and joined her. He was a good dancer and he made her look better than she thought she was. They danced out the record, him moving every bit as well as Stacy, and Maggie a step or two behind. She wore a blue jumpsuit that didn't display her tits as much as Stacy's, but she still felt them flopping around beneath her zippered front. She hadn't worn a bra, and her nipples brushed against the underweave of the fabric and sent tingling sensations down to her cunt.
She danced in a daze, remembering how she had come less than a week ago, not a feeling in her body, and here she was being turned on by her jumpsuit. Hell, she didn't mind in the least.
Between records they rested and chatted. John and Stacy kept up their teasing barrage. And they even danced together once, John exaggerating her movements.
"I want to dance with Mr. Reed again," said Stacy, picking out the record she wanted to dance to.
"You are trying to give me a heart attack, aren't you? I know your kind." He reached out and swatted her ass playfully.
"I might try to give you an attack, but it wouldn't be the heart variety." She stuck her tongue out and glossed her lips with wide curling sweeps of it. She stood waiting for him, and patting her hand on her thigh.
"You got a regular, little firecracker, here, Kevin."
"I know it, Dad. Don't I know it."
Stacy stuck out her tongue at Kevin. "You don't usually complain about it."
"Just dance with dad, okay."
The record began and Stacy began the sexiest routine Maggie had ever seen. Maggie herself began to feel the sexual energy in the room and sucked in her breath when the evening's possibilities began to unfold for her.
"You make me hot," said John. He tried to match her move for move, but the sweat began to bead up on his forehead and upper lip.
"Hey, just take off your shirt then."
"You take off yours first," he teased.
There was a sudden stillness, as though the record had skipped a groove or two, for Stacy had quickly reached down and pulled up her top and jerked it off over her head without missing a step.
"Jesus!" John moved slowly like a sleepwalker as he watched the unfettered tits bound around on the girl's chest. They were large and white, brownish pink nipples crowned each one, and they stretched and strained as she danced.
"Hey, right on," said Allan, clapping his hands in time with the beat.
Kevin joined in and so did Tracy and Maggie. Maggie felt the current grow in the room.
"Come on, Mr. Reed. Take it off." She jeered at him.
"Shit!" he said and unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off.
"That's better," she said, "you'll see."
John's body moved in time with hers, but missing a beat, so that they were always together even if he moved slower.
"Hey, all right," she said, aware of what he was doing.
She moved in wilder gyrations, tits flopping, legs flashing.
"That skirt is in your way, isn't it," he said, wondering perhaps how far the girl would go.
"You want it off? Is that what you want, Mr. Reed?"
He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, casting a quick glance over at Tracy. She was smiling at the whole thing. He winked at her.
"Just tell me, Mr. Reed and I'll take it off."
"No, Stacy, if you want to take it off, you just go ahead and do it."
"Why not?" she said, and reached down to the zipper on the side of her skirt. It hissed and the skirt fell around the girl's moving feet. She stood there rocking in brilliant white panties that sported a bright red pair of lips over her pussy.
"Like them?" She moved up against him. She backed away. "Like my panties?"
"Yes," he said, but I'll bet I'd like what's under them even better."
"Oh, I'll bet you would. Don't you, Kevin?" She turned to him and smiled.
He simply smiled back at her. The tease was going to get it if his look meant what it seemed to mean. Maggie could feel her own energy bubbling up, and she and Allan danced.
"What do you want, Mr. Reed, what do you want next?"
"I want you to enjoy yourself, honey, just have a good time and do whatever you want, Stacy, anything you want."
"I'm gonna take off my panties for you, then, Mr. Reed. I know you want to see what's under them." She hooked her hands inside the waistband and shot them down the sides of her hips and legs. When she stood up everyone could see the flaming red bush of pussy hair. If Maggie wasn't mistaken, she could even see the beginnings of the girl's pussy juices dripping down the long, red hairs in bright, tiny beads.
"You like?" she teased, thrusting out her red-bushed pussy at him.
"Shit!" said Allan, "if he doesn't, I do!"
"Yeah, I like Stacy, don't you like, Tracy? Maggie?"
"Everybody likes it," said Maggie, suddenly the spokesman for all.
"You next," she said, "take it off, Mr. Reed. I want to see you." She ran her hands down her sides and over her hips. She cupped her tits and bounced them in the palms of her hands as she swayed to the music. "I want to see all of you, too, Mr. Reed." Her hands flowed down the flat of her belly and fluttered their fingers against her pussy. "All of you."
He reached for his belt and in a moment he had his pants off and his shorts ready to go. One quick glance at Tracy, she nodded her head, and he had them off.
"Oh my god!" Stacy stood stock still, her hands caught in mid-air above her red bush, her mouth gaping and her eyes wide. "I . . . I . . ." She looked from his cock to his face and back again. "Mr. Reed, you're so . . . god, so big."
A quiver ran through the girl's body, setting her tits to jiggling.
"You like it, Stacy." He shook his hips and the great cock waggled before the poor girl. "Do you like it, honey?"
"I . . . I . . ." She could only stand there dumbfounded.
Maggie could sympathize with the girl, for she remembered the first time she had seen John Reed's cock. She still got goose bumps when she thought about it. Stacy would probably have the same goose bumps when she remembered this event.
"God, Kevin, your dad is hung like a horse. Maybe two," said Allan, smiling. He looked at the dance taking place in the middle of the room, and his mouth hung open with anticipation. Such things didn't just end. Okay, everybody, put your clothes back on, let's have a drink and forget about it. Maggie could see it all in the boy's eyes. She too waited, hoping no one would want to put their clothes back on.
John Reed burst out laughing. "Relax, Stacy, it's okay, really it is." He reached out and put his arm around the girl's shoulders and hugged her. "Really, we all like you very much."
"I was a tease, and then you . . . shit! I couldn't believe anyone could have a cock that big. God, I thought Kevin was big." Her head was bowed and her eyes fastened on his long, looping cock. It swung back and forth gently.
"Joke time's over, Okay?" He squeezed her tightly, mashing her big, left tit against him.
"Can I . . ."
"Sure," he said, as if reading the girl's mind.
It must run in the family, thought Maggie, as the girl reached out and took his thick, limp cock in her hand. She lifted it, weighing its heft, and her tongue darted in and out between her lips.
"You have ideas about big John there?" he asked her. He reached under her right arm from the back and cupped her right tit, squeezed and looked her right in the eye.
"You are a little girl, Stacy."
"Can I try, Mr. Reed. I want to fuck you, Mr. Reed. I want to fuck your big cock." She pulled out his cock and stretched it as far as she could. She gasped at the extended size of it.
"It's not quite that long when it's hard, honey, but it's awfully big around.
"Need some help, Dad?" Kevin asked.
"I don't know about you, but I'm gonna get a good seat for the show." She walked over to the couch and waved Maggie to follow her. "She is going to get the fucking of her life, Maggie, and I'll bet it isn't just from John. I saw the look in Kevin's eye. He has his own plans for little Stacy."
Tracy put her arm around her sister and let it fall to her tit where it brushed back and forth across the taut nipple. Maggie wanted to unzip her suit so that Tracy could put her hand inside, but she didn't say anything.
Kevin had already pulled off his clothes and stood beside his father, his long cock bowing up before him and swaying from side to side.
"Let's let Stacy fuck herself on my cock, what do you say, Kevin?"
"Good idea, Dad. Lots of access that way," he said and winked at his father.
John lay down on the thick carpet and pulled Stacy over on top of him. She straddled him and squatted over his enormous cock.
"Jesus, Mr. Reed, oh, fuckin' Jesus." Her eyes were wide and she bit her tongue as it stuck out between her tight lips.
"Come, on honey, let's fuck, let's fuck up a storm."
She smiled faintly, and settled herself on his cock head.
"This is stupid," said Maggie. She got up and unzipped the jumpsuit with one wild, hissing, downward swoop of her hand. She pulled the suit back off of her shoulders and let it fall about her waist, revealing her heaving tits. "I'm not going to sit here and just watch somebody else get fucked, Tracy." She pulled down the bottom half and shucked out of her pink panties.
"You?"
"Sure, why the fuck not. Sisters should be sisters, right?" Tracy got up and pulled off her blouse, braless beneath it, and quickly took off her skirt. She wore no panties, and she stood there before Maggie with her blonde bush at eye level.
"Come here," Maggie said, and reached out to pull Tracy against her face. She nuzzled her pussy hair with her nose, and licked up with her tongue against the dark extension of inner pussy folds that hung down between the outer lips. She took the folds between her lips and pulled gently.
"Jesus, Maggie, Jesus," and she felt Tracy's body tremble and quiver against her face.
"Don't leave so soon, Maggie. We've just found one another."
"I'll be back soon, I promise." She returned to the flesh and nibbled at it with tender bites.
"Oooooh, Christ, Oooooh, Jesus, no, Mr. Reed, it's too big, I can't-OOOOHHH," the girl cried in the middle of the room as John fucked up into her tight, tight pussy. She flung her head back and forth.
"Mind if I join you," said Allan, his prick thick and blood engorged, but unused.
"I think maybe we can find a place for that, Allan," said Tracy. She moved over and Allan sat down beside her.
Maggie's finger had replaced her mouth, and now it fucked up into Tracy's cunt as they watched the young girl being skewered upon John's cock. "Oooooouuuuuuch," she cried, but John kept thrusting up, inching his cock into her. Her fuck juices ran down his cock and the farther in he got, the easier it went.
"That's it, Stacy, take it all, honey, let dad fuck that tight pussy."
But much of her tightness must have been in her imagination, for with one valiant effort she managed to suck up the full length of his cock. "Eeeeeiiiiii," she cried, and bit her lip, but she had him in, and a strained smile of satisfaction replaced the grimace.
John fucked into Stacy's tight cunt, well oiled now, and she fucked him like a bronc rider on a wild bull. "Oh, fuck me, Mr. Reed."
He thrust up into her, and she heaved against his hammering cock.
Maggie watched as Kevin moved up behind Stacy. He pushed her down until her tits flattened against his father's chest. He reached out and sunk his fingers into her tight cunt, and worked them around until they were coated with her fuck juice.
Maggie knew what he was going to do, and a tingle sent through her, as the fingers began probing her asshole. The girl at first wiggled against the probing fingers, but then when she felt first one and then another enter her tight ass ring, she tried to look over her shoulder at Kevin.
Maggie's fingers worked into Tracy's pussy as she watched the scene unfolding before them. Tracy had turned and now leaned over Allan and sucked his thick, rigid cock. She had cocked her leg up so that Maggie could get at her cunt with her hand. She seemed unfazed by the action in the center of the room, but Maggie couldn't help watching, as though she were watching something that had earlier happened to her.
"Kevin, what are you doing back there to my ass," she demanded.
"Just inspecting it, Stacy, to see if I'm gonna fuck that fine ass of yours." He fucked around and around with his fingers, stretching her asshole.
"Oh, god no, Kevin. Not up the ass. No! No! Please, don't." She tried to twist away, but John's gigantic cock kept her pinned in place.
"Here we go, honey, fuck some asshole, you and I."
"No!" she screamed, but he was already shoving his cock head into her ass, shoving past the tight ring and right up into her ass itself.
"Iiiiii," she screamed, but Maggie couldn't identify with her pain. The only thing she remembered was the intense pleasure as Kevin had fucked her in the ass there on the beach, and right now she wanted his cock up her ass, but it was stuck up an unappreciative Stacy's. "Ooooh, oooh, ouuuuuch," she screamed, shaking her head, and biting her lower lip.
Maggie fingered Tracy's pussy with one hand, and with the other she fucked up into her own cunt. As John and Kevin fucked silly, little Stacy mad, she fucked her own hand, four fingers pounding up into her pussy, slapping into her soft cunt with joyous abandon.
"Eat me, oh, eat me," moaned Allan as Tracy took more of the thick cock into her mouth than Maggie thought possible.
"Big cock," Tracy said, pulling up for air. "God, Allan, what a nice, big cock you have. "I'm glad I didn't miss this one." She licked her lips and smiled at the wide eyed boy.
"Jesus, me too, Mrs. Reed, me too."
"It's Tracy, Allan, no sense calling me Mrs. Reed as I lay here with a mouth full of your cock, now, is there?"
"I guess not, Tracy," he said hesitantly.
She lay up on one elbow and caught her breath watching John and Kevin fuck Stacy. Stacy seemed about to lose her mind, flailing arms and head around, hair flying in red swashes, but it didn't seem from pain any more, for Stacy grunted out in rhythm to their fucking, "Fuck . . . Fuck . . . FUCK . . ." Kevin plowed into the tight ring of her ass and powered with straight legs, his cock straining, his balls pounding against the poor girl's pussy just above where John's mighty cock ripped up into her stretched cunt.
"Fuckme," she cried. And the young girl tossed her mane of red hair and her whole body seemed to quake with one spasmodic quiver. She hung suspended there for a moment impaled upon their two twin cocks, and then her whole body broke into shattering shudders.
Stacy walked around with a dazed, happy look on her face, and Maggie knew just how the young girl felt.
"Oh, Jesus, did I ever get fucked." She walked out of the room looking for a glass of water.
"A job well done," said Maggie, but she was still envious of the girl, for she had not had the father and the son in that way.
"You want it, don't you?" said Kevin, eyes picking up the disappointment in Maggie's.
"Well, I must confess that I wished that it had been me perched on your father's cock with you up my ass than Stacy." Her fingers still fucked in and out of her own pussy, as her other hand worked on Tracy's cunt.
"Yeah, well, I can put that cunt of yours to better use, don't you think so, Dad?"
"I think we need to send Maggie off on a proper note, a real farewell." His cock still hung at a red, glistening half mast, coated with the thick creaming of his own cock and Stacy's ample pussy juices.
Kevin's own cock was rock-hard, as though he hadn't even fucked Stacy's ass.
"What do you say, Maggie, a proper fucking to say goodbye, a little of both our cocks to usher you off into your new life." John had walked over, his large prick still thick and bloated with his passion, filling slowly as he talked to Maggie.
"How about a lot of both your cocks, I'll need a lot, and you've got a lot." She smiled and pulled her fingers out of her cunt and licked the thick juice off them.
"Sorry, Tracy, but duty calls," she said, pulling her hand away from her pussy, but Tracy was engrossed in giving Allan head, sucking the thick cock with her expert mouth.
Allan's eyes rolled and his mouth hung open as Tracy's mouth and tongue worked him into a panting frenzy. "Oh, shit, Tracy, shit, suck me."
Tracy raised her ass and bent to deliver her full attention to the young boy's cock.
"Come on, she's in good hands," said Kevin, and he led Maggie out to the center of the floor. As they lay down and began to kiss, Stacy wandered back into the room.
"I bet I don't fuck for a month, Mr. Reed. God, you fucked me out, I mean really fucked me out." She rubbed her pussy with her fingers. "I didn't know I was that big. I'll bet I wasn't before you got through with me. I swear, I've never seen such a cock in my life. I mean it belongs in a Guinness book of records or something."
"That means I've seen the last of that tight pussy of yours," he said with a pout forming on his sensual mouth.
"I didn't say that. Maybe next month I'll be back." She smiled weakly and sat down on the couch beside Tracy and Allan, Tracy's ass still waving around as she took great hunks of Allan's cock into her mouth and throat.
"Suck my titties, Kevin, suck my nipples, please," Maggie said. All she wanted was for his mouth to tug at the string to her cunt.
"Maggie, I'll eat them all up." He sucked up one nipple, and the other he rolled around between the fingers of his right hand.
"Oh, yes, suck them, Kevin," she said, reaching up and pulling his head against her, mashing his face into the softness of her firm tit.
"If I find an unoccupied hole, may I use it?" asked John, kneeling beside her.
"John, you can use anything I have, you know that."
"Thanks, but I think I'll just chow down on this here pussy of yours, if you don't mind."
"Mind, hell, I'd love it. Christ, yes, eat my pussy, John. Suck me, eat out my cunt, honey, before I leave."
"Maybe if I start, you'll stay. I've got a pretty good tongue, you know."
"I wouldn't doubt it, baby, I wouldn't ever doubt you."
He lowered his head and his tongue found the cleft in her pussy, lapped each cunt lip aside, and fished down into the mouth of the hot pussy itself.
"Aaaaaaah," she sighed, "aaaaah, John, that's so good, honey, so fuckin' good."
His tongue lashed out at her clit and up and down the full length of her grooved pussy.
"Yes, baby, oh, yes, fuck my pussy with your tongue."
She could feel Kevin's mouth tugging at her pussy through her nipples. Her whole body seemed strung out along the tight string that connected the two.
The sucking sounds at her nipples and her cunt drove her wild. The sound alone turned her on like she had seldom been turned on before. Her men knew how to manipulate her, how to move her, how to suck her tits and her cunt.
"God!" she cried, shaking her head.
"God!" She couldn't get enough of them, she wanted more. She wanted them inside her, all of them, all the way.
"Oh, fuck me, now, please, fuck me. Shove that great cock up my cunt, John. Please, don't wait, fuck me now."
"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of that cunt, Maggie, fuck it like it's never been fucked before."
He moved up between her spread legs and pulled up her knees even farther so that he had a good shot at her cunt. He scooted up, leaned down so that the head of his great cock would have the right angle.
"Fuck me, John, fuck me, please, drive that monster home."
She raised her legs in the air and gave him a perfect angle. Raising her ass slightly, she wiggled and squirmed beneath him, begging him, "Hurry, honey, I'm so hot, so fucking hot. Fuck me now, baby, now!"
John lined up his cock and with one great swooping lunge his monster sliced up into the soft buttery cunt of Maggie Cartright. She had never been so thoroughly speared by a cock before in all her life, and the wind rushed out of her lungs and left her panting for breath.
"Ooooooooh," she cried, "My god, Johnny, my god."
"I'm gonna fuck that pussy until the cream is gushing out like crazy, Maggie, you don't have enough cunt to catch all the cream I'm gonna shoot up your cunt. Then you'll just have to lay there and let me fuck you whenever I want."
"Fuck me forever, that's what I want, John, I want you to fuck me forever." Her cunt tightened around his cock and they began to fuck like there was no tomorrow. His cock plowed into her and battered against the end of her cunt passage.
"Oh, I'll miss that sweet cunt, Maggie."
"I'll be back, often, John, and you can fuck my cunt all you want, whenever you want, always."
"Promise?" "Promise." He arched his back and plowed into her pussy with renewed vigor.
She settled down to the rhythm of their fucking and Kevin's sucking, but the nagging came to her, and she lifted her hand to Kevin's shoulder.
"Fuck me, Kev, oh, fuck me, honey, in the ass again."
"God, Maggie, yes, I'll fuck that tight asshole of yours, fuck it until my cum blasts up into your insides."
"Do it, Kevin fuck my ass, baby, fuck me, stick that long prick up my ass until I can't stand it anymore."
"Roll over, Dad, I'm gonna fuck Maggie up the ass."
His father rolled over onto his back and pulled Maggie along with him. Kevin quickly moved behind her and scooped up the thick fuck juice that oozed from her cunt. He smeared it around her asshole and reached down for more.
"Hurry, baby, I need you up my ass, baby, that hard crowbar of a cock up my ass, honey."
He scooped up another gob of her pussy juice and smeared it around and in her asshole. With no preliminaries he positioned his cock with the head nuzzled against the tight ring of her ass, and with concentrated effort, he began to push against the tight muscle.
"Yes, baby, yes, oh yes," she said, feeling the head of his cock push open the mouth of her ass, poke through and begin to slide up the soft, hot passage.
"Shit! Oh, fuck, shit! Feels so good, Maggie, too good, baby, finest asshole, none better." he shoved and shoved until his cock had sunk into her soft flesh up to his balls.
"Now fuck, Kevin, fuck it into my ass, honey, that's what Maggie wants, honey, yes it is. Aunt Maggie wants your cock to ream out my back fuck hole, tear it apart with that cock of yours. Yeah, Kevin, do it, honey, fuck it."
And then John was driving his cock into her like mad. She could feel both their cocks, one pounding her pussy, the other reaming her ass, both of them fucking into her twitching body, a body that moved as though animated by an electric current.
"Come!" she yelled, "oh god, come, I'm coming." And she did come, a great massive explosion that sucked up John and Kevin into its intensity and set off their own gushing orgasms. The three of them fucked wildly there in the middle of the floor, thrashing and writhing, while Tracy and Allan moved toward his own quick blast.
Stacy sat watching the whole thing, her hand resting lightly on her pussy, fingering her swollen clit. Maybe it wouldn't be a month after all. Her finger sank into the wet heat of her cunt and began to move.