Chapter 2
After their late dinner Maggie showered and went to bed. She was tired and confused. She had decided to say nothing of the incident between Kevin and Stacy in the pool. Besides, Kevin seemed so nice. Maybe she just wasn't in gear yet. What was so bad about a boy making love to his girl-even if they did do it out in the open where anyone could see and hear. Her mind swirled and she felt dizzy, so dizzy that she clutched the bed.
When the spell had passed she got up to get a glass of water. Some aspirin would help. Her bedroom was separated from Tracy and John's by a shared bathroom. She opened her door and found a glass. She took the aspirin and drank the entire glass full of water. She stood looking at herself in the mirror.
There were dark circles under her eyes, but she was still pretty. Her heart-shaped face was dark and almost sultry. Her rich, black hair which hung in full, wavy strands to her shoulders only added to that effect. Her full, sensual lips spread to display perfect white teeth. She set the glass down and turned to leave.
"Oh, god, Tracy, what a mouth. I think I married you for that mouth, eat me baby, suck that cock of mine."
She froze, because the door from the bathroom to their bedroom stood open a crack.
"That's it, honey, suck it, suck the cum out of my aching balls, baby. I got a gallon of cum just for you. Been saving it all day."
Maggie moved silently toward her door on her bare feet, but when she reached for the knob, she didn't open it. She stood listening to the sounds coming from her sister's room.
"Take it all, Tracy, suck that monster down your throat, god, I love it when you eat me, babe, love it."
Maggie's hand trembled at the knob. She couldn't turn it. She wanted to. She tried, but the hand wouldn't respond. Her heart raced and her knees grew weak. What was happening to her? Couldn't she control anything?
"I'm fucking your face, baby, fucking that lovely face of yours. Your mouth is as good as your cunt, honey. I love to fuck them both."
And then Maggie was moving toward the cracked door, moving slowly but surely, inching her way toward the open door until she could see her brother-in-law sitting on the end of the bed with Tracy between his legs. Her head bobbed up and down as his great cock slid in and out of her mouth.
Maggie had never seen such a big cock. Bill's had been big, but nothing to compare with John's. It was thicker than her wrist and long-just how long she couldn't see because it never came all the way out of Tracy's mouth.
She could see a glazed dreamy look in Tracy's eyes, as if she were drugged by the enormous prick upon which she so eagerly sucked.
John held her head and forced her mouth farther and farther down onto his gigantic cock, but Tracy didn't seem to mind. Maggie couldn't see where all that cock meat was going. Surely she couldn't be taking it down her throat. But where else could it go?
Maggie's throat constricted at the thought of that monstrous prick plunging down her own throat. She nearly gagged, the thought seeming to materialize within her mouth, stretching and probing, gagging her.
She was fascinated by Tracy's ability to take the cock into her as far as she did. The fascination fanned the flames of her own excitement, and she could watch without the slightest fear. She wanted to see more of his prick thrust into her sister's mouth, down her throat. "God," she muttered to herself, she really wanted to have John's cock in her own mouth.
Fully realizing her urge, she was again amazed that she could be experiencing the things she was. She had been so sure that all those feelings were dead, had been thoroughly destroyed by Bill's actions. But every time she turned around she was caught up by some newly revived sensitivity. Could she admit it to herself, that she wanted that monstrous cock of her brother-in-law's in her mouth? Her sister's husband? Things were happening too fast.
"Faster," said John, and Maggie's attention was drawn once again to the motion of her sister's head as it bobbed up and down, her mouth devouring John's cock deeper and deeper with every movement. "That's it, baby, that's it."
Tracy's hands jacked off the thick stump of his cock, back and forth briskly, up to her lips and down to his balls. It took both hands to contain, and Tracy's hands seemed to fly back and forth.
"Close, honey, getting close," said John. "How you want it?"
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm," mumbled Tracy around the thick hunk of cock meat stuck in her mouth.
"Down the tube, baby, or the usual?"
Maggie wondered what the usual was, but she would soon find out, for Tracy nodded her head vigorously for the latter.
As Tracy fucked him with her mouth and jacked him off with her hands, Maggie noticed how full her sister's tits were. Tracy had always had nice tits especially when one noticed how slim she was, but Maggie had forgotten just how large and firm they were. As she bent over her husband they bounced up and down and swung from side to side.
Maggie cupped her own tits, squeezed their firmness, and flattened them against her pounding heart beat. "Aaaaah," she sighed, the pressure against her firm flesh satisfying to an unimaginable degree. She pressed harder, feeling her hard nipples like small stones against her chest. She moved her hands in circular motions and rolled the hard centers in tingling orbits.
'It's coming, Tracy, I feel it coming, hang on." He began to fuck into her mouth wildly. She jacked him with short, almost vicious strokes, and then when he seemed to be near the verge of his come, he pulled out and Tracy jacked his cock off with long, rapid motions, swollen red knob to hairy root, and Maggie saw the full awesomeness of his powerful cock.
"Oh, baby," said Tracy, "I can feel it, too, bubbling, almost there, honey," and she whacked away with utter abandon.
In the next second great spurts of John's cum came shooting out of his cock head and splattered across Tracy's large, white tits. The final spurts fell short and landed in long runners on her belly and dripped to her mass of blonde pussy hair. "Fuck . . . fuck . . . ah, fuck . . . " grunted John as he pumped out his load onto her bouncing tits.
"Lovely, oh, so lovely," she said, milking him of every ounce of spunk his great, hanging balls held. She bent and licked the last drop from his slit and smacked her lips. "Delicious, as always, honey."
Maggie's cunt was on fire, but she was so engrossed with Tracy's "usual" that she had done nothing about it. Now that Tracy knelt before her husband, tits laced with the product of his coming, Maggie's own hand snuck up beneath her silky nightgown and sought the hot center of her cunt. Her fingers plunged into the wet center without hesitation. With three fingers she pumped into her own cunt and fingered the swollenness of her slit, rubbing against her raw, little clit, still sensitive from its earlier work-out. God, what if they have to use the John, she thought, but she couldn't stop, her fingers sliding all the way up to her thumb, fucking in and out of her hot pussy.
As she fucked herself with her hand, she saw Tracy begin to rub John's thick cum into her soft titties, spreading the cum with her fingers in long lines and small circles, painting designs that glistened in the artificial light and capping each nipple with a healthy gob.
"God, that is a turn on," said John. "I don't know why you like to do it, but I sure like to watch you. My cum working its way into your skin-it's like fucking you through the pores of your skin." He sat there and stroked his prick. Maggie saw that it hadn't shrunk a bit, still stood erect, rigid, ready to fuck again at a moment's notice.
"I just like the feel of it, baby, your spunk all over my tits, soaking into me, the smell of it, god, the smell-I'm crazy about the smell." She scooped up a gob from her nipple and stuck it in her mouth.
"Guess what?" John said, flogging his cock faster. "This thing is still hard as a rock. Can you think of anything to do with it?"
"Maybe," she said, "if I try real hard."
She turned around and got onto her hands and knees. Maggie saw how large her tits were hanging straight down, and envied Tracy the incredible fullness. Her own tits were large for her size, but Tracy still had her bested.
Maggie kept whipping her finger into her burning cunt, but she was trying to attend to what her sister and brother-in-law were doing, too.
Tracy was wagging her ass at John.
John stood up and Maggie gasped as she saw the true size of his prick. Her wet fingers slipped out of her cunt and hung motionless, glazed with her liberal flow of pussy juice. Not only her mouth, but her pussy watered for that cock.
"And you look like a Great Dane," said Tracy, looking back over shoulder. "The greatest Dane of them all, babe. What would I have ever done if I hadn't found that cock of yours?"
"Hell, honey, you'd just have had to use two regular ones, I suppose. I'm just glad I found that tight pussy of yours and those fantastic tits."
"Johnny, you make any pussy tight, and you know it."
They smiled at each other, and he lowered himself between her spread cunt lips. His cock was still wet from her sucking and it slid right up her pussy from the back.
"Aaaaaaaaahhh," she sighed as cock entered her, spreading her pussy mouth as it went.
Maggie could almost feel the heft of it in her own pussy, and her fingers returned to their work. Her clit seemed alive, raw to every touch, and her fingers teased it into a frenzy.
As she squatted at the door, her pussy muscles and thigh muscles convulsed as she tried to fuck against her fingers without moving.
John fucked into Tracy's cunt wildly, fucking with long strokes that exposed almost the entire head of his inflamed cock, and caused every bit of his root to disappear up into her cunt with every inward thrust.
Maggie watched the massive balls swing back and forth, slam all the way into Tracy's flat belly as they swung up with the force of John's fucking. The fleshy smack as flesh slapped against flesh sent shivers up Maggie's spine, and she could feel the intensity of her come building. She fucked against her fingers, and sunk them as deep into her steaming pussy as possible. She spread her fingers to expand her pussy walls and contracted her cunt muscles. Her climax grew inside her.
"Fuck me, honey," cried Tracy, "fuck me, lover, cream my cunt with your hot spunk."
"I'm fucking you, babe, fucking that tight cunt, that super-tight cunt. God, what a cunt. Oooooo, god, so good."
So good, Maggie thought to herself, her climax growing larger, drawing nearer. She fucked her fingers wildly, the slush and slurp of her fingers in the wet hole driving her.
And then the bubble was right before her, intensely bright, and as she reached out to touch it, it exploded around her, blasted into a thousand splinters of vibrating light. The slivers seemed to pierce her and set every nerve in her body dancing. "Eeiii," she cried, trying to muffle her cry with the back of her arm, but unsuccessfully.
Her pussy convulsed against her fingers and spasm after spasm wracked her body. Had she not been leaning against the door jamb she would have fallen flat on the floor.
Maggie's heart beat wildly, for she knew that her sister and her husband had heard her scream and would come running to find her squatting on the bathroom floor with her hand stuck up her cunt, the last spasms of her orgasm rippling away.
But when she looked up it was clear that John and Tracy were engulfed in their own coming. John fucked into Tracy like a wild man, and she reared back against him, as if his two by four of a cock were no more than a toothpick up her pussy.
"Fuck, oh fuck, fuck me," he cried.
"Yes, babe, yes, fuck, oh, yes, fuck. Fuckmefuckme," she screamed, swinging her head from side to side, her blonde hair cast in a fine spun fan about her head.
Maggie snuggled down into the bed. She was still confused, but at least she was aware that parts of herself she had thought dead were fully alive. The remainder of her stay might hold some promise for her after all.