Chapter 7
"You have heard of an open marriage, haven't you?" asked Tracy. "Well, ours is an open, family. John and I weren't married very long before I knew that I couldn't live without Kevin. John is the most understanding man in the world. Aren't you, darling," she called over to him. He stood beside the barbecue turning the hamburgers, thick, white smoke making his eyes water.
"Of course I am, sweetheart, whatever you say." He pushed the patties down with the spatula and the grease sizzled and caught fire as it fell through the grill.
"Don't burn them up." said Tracy.
"Have I ever?"
Maggie still couldn't believe the way it had all come about. Her guilt had forced her to tell Tracy, but Tracy had burst out laughing, telling her finally that it had all been expected, and that she would have been sorely disappointed if Maggie hadn't fucked both her son and her husband. After all, men were there to enjoy, and Maggie was there to enjoy herself.
"I think we can dispense with these," she finally said, pulling off the top to her bikini. The sun had almost set and the rosy glow cast Tracy's fair skin in a pinkish hue. Her large nipples stood erect and dark against the lighter circles out of which they sprouted and the even fairer skin of her huge tits. Though large, her tits sagged little for their size and fullness.
"Come on, Maggie. Loosen up. You're in California, now."
"How can I forget?"
Maggie slipped her own top off and watched Tracy pull down the bottoms of her own suit to reveal the thick blonde bush of her pussy, clothed in a fuzzy pink haze because of the setting sun.
Maggie thought her sister was beautiful, tall and thin, tits extremely large for her build, making them look even larger. Her narrow waist and thin hips gave her a willowy look that Maggie had always envied.
"You always were the slow-poke," said Tracy.
Maggie stood up and pulled off her own bottoms, aware that she was much smaller than Tracy, but in many respects fuller. Her tits were large for her size, and her narrow waist was balanced by full, curvaceous hips and lovely legs. Her own cunt was thick and black, a mysterious box full of surprise for any man worth her time. Standing there naked, she didn't feel the least bit funny. There wasn't anything to hide any longer.
After their dinner they lounged by the pool drinking Margaritas and talking. Tracy's fingers traced tickling lines up and down Maggie's legs, and John's hands massaged her tits, sending aching messages to her cunt.
"I remember when we were teenagers. We used to sleep together sometimes, and we would lie next to one another in a spoon, me behind. I would cup your tits and squeeze them, but you never said anything."
"I didn't know what to say," said Maggie, "What to do."
John had stripped after dinner and his cock grew up along his leg as Tracy talked.
"Know what I wanted to do back then?" she asked, her fingers running up over the hillock of her hip and skipping into the thicket of her pussy hair.
"No, what?"
"Eat out your tender young pussy. I used to dream about nibbling on your pussy lips and licking your clit until you screamed with pleasure." Her finger found the cleft in her cunt and ran playfully up and down without entering the slick passage itself.
"Why didn't you say anything, do anything?" Maggie raised up on one elbow, aware that the fingers around her pussy and those working her tits were accomplishing similar ends.
"I don't know. Didn't think you'd understand. Wouldn't want to. Who knows?"
Maggie knew that she wouldn't have wanted to then, wouldn't have really known whether she wanted to or not, but the years had erased many things.
"I want you to eat me, Tracy, eat out my pussy. Suck my cunt. Chew on my clit until I do scream." She spread her legs open for Tracy if she still wanted to.
"You mean that, baby?"
"What do you think?" she asked, spreading her pink pussy lips with her own fingers.
"God, honey, I've dreamed of this for so long. At last."
Tracy moved between her younger sister's legs and bent over the dark bush of her cunt. Her fingers spread the thick hair and her tongue darted out to push back the outer lips.
A jolt of electricity shot up her cunt as soon as Tracy's tongue touched the flesh of her pussy. The crackling charge sent a quake through her and she jumped, her pussy thrusting up into Tracy's face, forcing the extended tongue right up her cunt.
She felt John move around behind her. He sat with his legs stretched out around hers and her back leaning up against his chest. He moved his hands around her and each hand took a tit. She thrilled at the double duty her body would experience.
Tracy's tongue ran up and down the groove of her cunt, ran like a hot poker through the tender furrow of her cunt lips. Maggie could almost hear it sear the pink tissue as it slid along its burning path.
She bit her lip, and lolled her head against John's chest.
John's hands kneaded the tight flesh of her tits, mashed them against her rib cage and rolled the hard balls of her nipples against her. Her tits seemed alive to his touch, living on their own, removed from her, independent centers of pleasure that ached happily into themselves.
"John, John, god, milk my tits."
Tracy lifted her head, her mouth glazed by Maggie's juices. She licked her lips deliciously, and smiled at her sister. "Good?" she asked.
"God, Tracy, it's fantastic. Don't stop, baby, please don't stop. Eat my cunt, Tracy, suck me, suck my juice. I need you to eat me, honey, like you wanted to do when we were kids." She reached out and pulled Tracy's head back to her cunt, forced her face into her pussy and uttered a long sigh, "Aaaaaah."
"That's a girl, Tracy," said John. "Go down on your little sister. Get her all worked up for big John, honey."
"Fuck big John," said Tracy pulling her head back up. "I'm warming up this pussy for me. You warm up your own cunt." She fell upon Maggie's throbbing cunt and plunged her tongue in as far as it would go.
"Uuuuuuu!" grunted Maggie in surprise at the sudden deepness of the plunge.
Maggie felt Tracy's tongue curl around her clit and squeeze, unfurl and lick with quick, flickering movements that sent Maggie's pussy into ecstatic vibrations.
"Aaaaaah, my god, you've got a vibrator for a tongue, Sis. Aaaaah, shit, is that ever good. Shit, don't stop, don't ever stop."
Tracy's tongue slid down Maggie's cunt until it lapped up the juices that accumulated at the bottom and dribbled into her ass hole and down her crack.
"Oh, Jesus, shit!" yelled Maggie as she felt her tongue cleaning around her asshole, licking in hot circles, and finally drilling with an icy flame into the puckered hole itself. "Oh! Tracy! Oh, Tracy, my ass hole.... oh, do ... oh, yes, do it in my ass." And Tracy's tongue did just that, probing, pushing, darting in and out until it snuck through the tightness and eased up into the hot acrid center of Maggie's ass.
"Aaaahhhh," she cried, "fuck my ass, honey, tongue my asshole, Sis." Maggie doubled up and watched as Tracy's tongue fucked up into her tight, hot asshole, and sent such aching pleasure up her bowels that she thought she would come right then, but the pleasure flattened out and rode in long rippling eddies up and down the length of her ass.
Just as Maggie had settled into the rhythmic fucking of Tracy's tongue up her ass, she felt the busy thumb of her hand seeking out the swollen nub of her slit. Hardly had Tracy's thumb found its mark when Maggie's whole lower half seemed to cock itself and fire off the greatest come that she had ever experienced. Her cunt convulsed around the emptiness and her asshole erupted into multiple spasms that washed over her like searing waves rolling up from a burning ocean.
"Shit!" Maggie rode the wild sensations until they began to ebb, and then she fell against John's chest.
Before Tracy could catch her breath and wipe Maggie's juices from her mouth, Maggie was all over her, kissing off her own fuck juice from her sister's lips. "Ommm, good," she mumbled into Tracy's mouth. "Good sucking. Uuuuuu, that tongue up my ass."
Tracy returned Maggie's kisses and John smiled as the two sisters made up for wasted years. He hugged them both, had a tit of each sister and squeezed gently.
"Now you," said Maggie.
"You want to eat me, Maggie."
"God, do I ever. I just hope I do it as good as you. I've never done it with a woman before, though."
"You'll do fine, honey, believe me. You are a natural-all us Cartrights are, you know." They both smiled.
"What about the Reeds?" John asked, a mock pout on his lips.
"But of course."
Maggie eagerly pushed her sister down and bent between her legs. She brushed aside the thick blonde hair and found the gash of her cunt liberally streaming with cunt juice.
She looked up at her sister through the valley of her great, swollen tits, and bent to sample the hot, sticky slash of her cunt.
Her tongue hesitated just above the thick juice, but eventually eased into the flow. The bittersweet taste was not what she had expected. It was even pleasant. She lapped up the thickness and sucked it into her mouth. "My god," she said more to herself than to anyone else. She liked the taste of Tracy's cunt. Her tongue shot out and slurped up the rich flow, darted between the slick lips and fucked up into the depths of her sister's cunt.
"Fuck me, honey, fuck me with your tongue, baby," said Tracy. Her eyes were closed and she rolled her head from side to side there on the concrete beside the pool.
Maggie could feel the muscles in Tracy's legs and ass working as her pussy squeezed around her probing tongue. Her tongue moved rapidly, seeking first her sister's clit, and then plunging deep into the fuck hole itself. She hadn't yet worked up the courage to move down to her sister's ass, to try that puckered ring that had brought her so much pleasure.
"So good, baby," she said, lifting her head. "Baby, stick your finger up my ass, honey. I like it that way, baby, please do it for me. I'm close, honey, so close, just put your finger up my ass."
Maggie had never done that before either, but she was learning fast, and she would learn all there was to learn. She reached up and found the button of muscle, but she didn't see how she would penetrate all that tightness.
"Up my pussy!" commanded Tracy. "Put your finger up my pussy, then up my ass, do it, honey."
And Maggie did as she was told. She turned her middle finger around and around in her sister's cunt until it was well oiled, then she tried Tracy's asshole again. Her finger met initial resistance, but she rotated it and pushed gently until she felt it slip through the tension and up into the hot, softness of her sister's ass.
"Aaaah, shit, aaaaaah, baby, that's it, honey, oh, is that ever it. Now eat my cunt and finger fuck my ass, do them both, baby, because I'm gonna blow big. I can feel it building." Her head fell back and Maggie bent to her task, driving her quick tongue into the sweet cunt and her finger up that tight ass.
"So, so, good," her sister said. Her hips lifted off the concrete and shoved up into Maggie's face. She could feel the juices squirting as her face smashed into the thick wetness of her sister's pussy.
Maggie lashed at her sister's clit and fingered wildly into her asshole. She could feel the closeness of Tracy's coming, and she rushed on with all her energy and imagination.
"There, honey, oh, there," cried Tracy, fucking her sister's face like a wild woman, and squirting such thick quantities of fuck juice that it dribbled down Maggie's cheeks and chin.
Even after Tracy's spasms had leveled out and her hips no longer bucked up off the concrete, Maggie licked her tongue along the slit of her sister's cunt. She couldn't get enough of her sister's taste, of the feel of the slick, soft lining of her cunt, of the feeling that she could bring off a woman. She wanted more, more and still more. Tracy writhed beneath her fiery tongue.
"Oh, baby, no more, I can't stand anymore, oh, god, baby, you were so good." She lifted her head and looked at her. Even as she was holding her sister's head, John was moving around behind Maggie. His thick cock swung heavily from side to side, and even slapped across Maggie's ass as he crawled on his knees behind her.
"You just go on and enjoy your dinner, Maggie, I'm gonna get me a little pussy, if you don't mind."
She could feel his hands on her hips and then she felt his cock between her ass cheeks. In a blind moment of panic she visualized him trying to stick his cock up her ass. She swung her head around with an agonized look on her face, but already she could feel the head of his monster cock probing at the mouth of her pussy. She was juiced as hell, and unlike the time before, his large head eased into her cunt without a struggle. Beyond there, though, the going was not so easy, and she had to twist and turn, and he had to shove and pull, until he had planted his full, hot length up her cunt and she could feel his heavy balls brushing against the insides of her thighs.
"Jesus!" She shoved back against the heft of his cock. It felt like a two-by-four up her cunt, and she twisted her ass and increased the pressure upon both her pussy and his cock.
"Aaaaaah," he said, "I can't get over the tightness of your pussy, Maggie. You should be in here, Tracy, I swear, your sister must have the tightest pussy in existence."
"Yeah, I used to have a tight pussy, too, but living with you has refashioned it a little." She smiled up at him, obviously satisfied with how the alterations were brought about.
Maggie was oblivious to their talk, for her whole being was focused on the cock that fucked in and out of her cunt. The thick head lit fires along her pussy walls as it slid in and out, spreading wide the tender tissue until it ached with pleasure, relaxing with each withdrawal and singing with anticipation of the next thrust.
"Fuck me, John. I want to fuck until I can't fuck any more. Fuck the daylights out of me, honey." She bucked back against his increased thrusting, twisting, turning, binding the great cock that fucked her as nothing else had ever fucked her in her life.
"That's it, baby, fuck me back. Fuck me until I spit my spunk up the tight hotness of your fuck hole, honey." He increased his speed, increased his rhythm, increased the power with which he fucked her sweet pussy. Her mouth and nose nuzzled around in the wet pussy of her sister.
"I'm doing it, honey, fuckin' you right." He pulled his enormous cock out and slammed it home with a renewed vengeance. He fucked into her like a rampaging bull, plunged into her pussy until her body shuddered with the force of each thrust.
He pulled back and drove into her so hard that her elbows almost broke their lock and she staggered forward, but only for an instant, for she was bucking like a bronco.
Her body ripped with the muscular convulsions of her coming. She could feel the full heft of his cock knocking into her pussy, and sending out the cunt wringing sensations that gripped her entire body. She reached down and back to cup his balls in her hands, and squeeze them, balls like soft hen's eggs, fitting in the palm of each hand.
And then she could feel the blasting of his cock as it shot gusher after gusher of hot cum into her cunt.
His cock pumped overwhelming quantities of jism into her tight pussy, splashed it against the back of her pussy walls and filled her so full that it began gushing out between pussy lips and cock sides, gushing out of her cunt and down his balls and her inner thighs.
She twisted her ass and squeezed her cunt to drain off every ounce of spunk his cock could draw off his straining balls.
"Tight cunt, Maggie, sweet tight cunt," he said, shooting off the last few runners of his steaming load.
They continued to fuck out their run of pleasure, riding out the last dying ebb until the only thing left was echo of their vibrant climaxes. And still they fucked.
"Yes, fuck me, John, fuck me forever, never stop, never."
"I don't want to stop fucking you, Maggie. Let's fuck until there isn't any fuck left in us."
Even as they talked some subtle line in space and time had been crossed, for instead of riding the dying ebb of her come, she was building toward another.
She wiggled her ass against him, squeezed her pussy and marveled that he hadn't shrunk between his first come and the renewed race toward another.
"Gluttons," said Tracy, more to herself than to them, and her fingers fell to her own pussy and she began to fuck in unison with them.
"Oh, Tracy, let me," said Maggie, and she pushed Tracy's hand away and began to suck deeply upon her sister's cunt. The three of them worked toward the goal of their mutual coming, Maggie, the conductor that carried the current between Tracy and John. They fucked towards that swelling sensation that would soon engulf them, suck them up into its overpowering rapture.