Chapter 8
Later that evening Sandy came over. "I've got a bone to pick with you," she said in mock-severity.
"A bone?" I asked. "Is it long and thick and hot and throbbing with two big heavy balls at the end of it?"
"Yeah, you could say that," she said. "You've been fucking my husband, haven't you? A lot!"
"Fucking your husband?! Why, where in the world did you get that idea?" I smiled.
"Oh, I have my ways of finding out. For one thing, since yesterday Burt's been coming in with both his cock and ass dragging. And for another there's a distinctive pussy smell on his cock and fingers and mouth, and it doesn't belong to Zita or me. It belongs to you."
"How do you know?"
"I know how your pussy smells-and tastes," Sandy said, her eyes twinkling. "Pretty damned good."
She embraced me, nuzzling my cheek and neck.
"Then you don't mind if I fuck your husband every now and then?" I asked.
"Just leave some for me."
"I'll leave you the bone."
"Oh, no you don't," she said. "I want some meat."
"Let's make a deal. You fuck my husband and I'll fuck yours."
"I've got an even better idea. Let's you and I fuck them both."
"It's a deal."
She licked my neck, her tongue leaving a warm wet trail down to my shoulders. "Ummm," I purred.
She slid her hands under my blouse and caressed my back, my sides, my belly. She raised my blouse and lowered her head to my tits, kissing and tonguing them.
My knees grew weak and I felt a warm glow of juice stir in the depths of my cunt. "Oh, Sandy," I murmured, "you don't know what you do to me."
"I know what I'm gonna do to you," she said. "I'm gonna love you."
She pulled off her blouse. Her breasts were so lovely, creamy and big as grapefruits. We hurriedly stripped and came together, nuzzling our hot cheeks and running our hands over each other's body. We sank to the floor and Sandy stretched out on top of me.
"Oh, Sandy," I breathed in her ear. "Oh, lover."
She reached a hand down between my legs and drew it over my labes.
"Ohhh," I moaned. I raised my vulva up to her hand and brushed mine down to her pussy and stroked it.
"Oh, Fawn," she cooed. "Oh, sweet."
We rubbed each other's pussy and rolled tits against tits. I gasped when she found my clitoris. Then I found hers, and our rubbing and oohing and aahing increased in tempo and urgency. Our cunts were drenched with love juice, heart thudded against heart, tits mashed tits, nipples scraped nipples.
"Oh, Sandy, I love you."
"Oh, sweet love, I love you."
We caressed each other's bodies till we climaxed in unison. Then we kissed a French kiss and gently moved our bodies together.
I told Sandy what I had told Burt about my idea of group marriage. "You and Burt and me and Paul, and Zita-and Daddy."
"Your daddy?" she asked.
"Yes."
"You've...." she began, then looked at me. And then she smiled. "Fawn...." she clicked her tongue, mock-chiding me. "Don't tell me that you and your daddy...."
"Yes. He's wonderful. We've made love anumher of times. It started a few days ago. He's totally uninhibited. He's what you told me we were-sensuous people. He'll try anything. He's totally open. Umm, and he's got-his cock is eight inches long."
"Eight inches...." Sandy repeated.
"And almost four inches around. He's fucked me with it in my mouth, my pussy and my ass-oh, and with his tongue! It's so long and thick. But that's not all. It's his staying power that's really something. He can get it up and keep it up on and on! He's wonderful."
"He even sounds wonderful," Sandy said.
"Oh, Sandy, if we could work it out, it would be wonderful. The six of us-you and me and Zita, and Paul and Burt and Daddy. Sharing our bodies with each other, loving each other."
"I'm all for it," Sandy said. "And I know Burt and Zita would be."
"I know Daddy would be. That leaves Paul."
"I think we can arrange it easily enough so that Paul would join in. I don't think that would be a problem at all. He didn't have any trouble committing incest with me," she smiled.
"No, he didn't. Not after your initial 'overture' to him."
"When is Paul coming in?"
"Tomorrow."
Sandy nodded and smiled. "I've got a feeling this is going to be a wild weekend."
"Maybe there'll be a marriage this weekend. A group marriage."
"And a group orgy," she said.
"That comes with the territory.
I received a phone call from Paul the next morning. He told me he'd been delayed, that it would be evening before he could catch a flight. It would probably be very early the next morning before he'd get in.
Sandy came over a couple of hours later. "Fawn, I've been thinking about something you told me last night."
"Told you what?"
"About your daddy. About his staying power-about his measurements."
"You really are incorrigible."
"Does that mean I'm horny?" she asked.
"Yes, but it also means you're bad."
"It comes with the territory," she laughed. "Why don't we go pay your daddy a visit. I'd love to meet him."
"You've met him. You know him."
"Not the way I want to m-e-a-t him," she laughed.
I looked at the outfit Sandy was wearing: a brief halter with no bra, with her breasts straining against the halter; very tight short-short cut-off jeans that her shapely hips and rump threatened to burst out of. "Daddy's liable to rape you dressed like that."
"What a way to go," she chuckled huskily.
"Well, if you're determined to go down I'll do down with you." I dressed in the brief see-through blouse and short-shorts that had aroused Daddy so the last time I'd gone to see him. I felt warm sap start to flow inside me at the thought of what we were going to do.
When we entered Daddy's house I called out to him.
"In here, honey, in the den," he answered.
He was stretched out in a lounge chair. "Hey, honey," he stood and greeted me. "Hi, Sandy," he said, his gaze traveling up and down our bodies. "What brings you two gals out here?"
"Oh, we're just two lonely housewives," I said, "looking for a little excitement to add some spark to our drab lives."
"Actually, I'm looking for some big excitement," Sandy said, focusing on Daddy's crotch.
"Well," Daddy said, "something tells me you've come to the right place."
"I think so," Sandy said. "And I think there's no need to waste any time on preliminaries." She reached back and untied her halter and pulled it off. Her alabaster mounds jutted up, big and firm and rounded; the areolas circling her nipples were brown, her tan nipples rigid. She placed her hands under her breasts and moved toward Daddy.
"Would you examine my breasts, Doctor, and see if they're all right?"
Daddy reached out and cupped her boobs. He ran his hands over them, pressing and palming and rubbing the nipples with his thumbs. "I think they're fine," he said. "They look and feel just fine." He grasped her waist and bent his head down to her chest. He gobbled down on her orbs and flicked his tongue on her nipple. She clutched his crotch and rubbed it. I took off my clothes and watched as Sandy unzipped Daddy's fly and pulled out his cock. It strained upward, nodding up and down. The massive oblong shaft was veined and engorged; the glans was the size of a big plum.
"Fawn wasn't exaggerating," Sandy murmured. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and briskly jacked it. "God, you're a stallion," she breathed huskily. "I've just gotta suck it."
She dropped to her knees, clasped the base of his rod and extended her tongue, which twirled up and down and around the shaft before running her mouth all over it. Then she opened her mouth and took his dick in. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking it. She had more than half of it in her mouth. I rubbed my breasts as I watched her suck.
Daddy clenched her head and dipped his legs. "Ah, suck it, Sandy," he said. "Oh, yes, you know how to suck!" He increased the speed of his strokes, sliding a good two-thirds of his organ into her mouth. Sandy sucked furiously, her head zipping up and down.
I drew a hand between my legs and massaged my cunt.
Daddy pulled his dick out of Sandy's mouth and sank down to her. He unsnapped her shorts and she climbed out of them.
"I bet you like having you pussy licked, don't you?" Daddy asked. Without waiting for an answer, he dipped his head down her belly. She got on her back, spread her legs and raised her vulva.
"You've got a beautiful pussy," Daddy said. "Made to lick and suck." He rooted his face on her mons veneris. She reared her ass up and pressed her snatch against his mouth. Daddy licked over her labes, lapped up and down on her slit, then slid his tongue into her quim.
"Oh, God!" Sandy gasped. "Oh, your tongue! Ahh-it's so wet and hot!"
Daddy strummed his tongue up and down on the glans of her clitoris. He reached up and palmed and pressed her boobs.
Sandy thrust her quiff up and down on his face. "Oh, you sweet!" she panted. "You sweet cunt-sucking stallion! Oh, your tongue's so long and thick Oh, God-it feels like a cock!"
I got down next to Daddy and went under him and began sucking his cock. He gripped my head and thrust his poker in my mouth.
"Suck! Suck!" Sandy cried. "Eat me up! Devour me! Ahh, you're frigging me with your tongue! Ohh, hot fucking mother of God, your tongue's fucking me!" She threw her head back. She jerked and writhed. She arched her back. "Now! Now! Oh sweet motherfucking Jesus-now!"
Daddy kept licking and sucking her, but pulled his penis out of my mouth and positioned me next to Sandy. Then he shifted over and went down on me, burying his face in my muff.
"Oh, Daddy, yes!" I moaned. I lurched up and he sank his tongue in me and began jabbing it in and out. Ecstatic bolts of fire raced up my vagina to the marrow of my being. Then Daddy shifted over and went down on Sandy and jammed his tongue into her. She gurgled in lust, rocking her ass up and down. Then he came back to me and gunned his tongue in and out of my slit a dozen times. Back and forth, Daddy tongue-fucked us. Sandy and I lay there, our legs bent back, our cunts stuck up, writhing and hunching and bucking, gasping and panting.
On and on Daddy licked and sucked us. Our bodies were engulfed in orgiastic flames. Then Daddy get on top of Sandy and pushed his cock into her. She locked her arms and legs around him.
"Oh, yes!" she groaned. "Take me-ravish me-oh, you stallion! You big fucking buck! Grind it in me-dig it in deep-all the way! Hump it in me all the way! Oh, sweet fucking God-give me every inch of it!"
I mashed and squeezed my tits and rubbed my labes hard as I watched Daddy bury his mammoth prick in Sandy's cunt. Pearly fluid flowed out of her slit as Daddy's column of flesh entered her dilated cunt.
Daddy gave out an Ahh as he slid the final inch of his peter into her. He rested for a few seconds, then slowly pulled back and Sandy moaned, then she gasped as he pushed his pole back up her sheath. He slid every inch of it in her without stopping, then pulled back again and, with a faster and stronger thrust, -rimmed it back up her quiff.
"Your cock!" Sandy wailed. "Ohh-you've got the biggest cock-the biggest, longest, thickest cock that's ever fucked me! Oh, God-keep it up-don't ever stop-fuck me forever! Oh, Jesus-I'll give you anything! Anything you want! Just keep fucking me like this!"
Daddy heaved it in her. His staff came out to the head when he pulled back and went in to the base when he pushed in. His heavy testicles smacked against her buttocks. I dug my fingers into my vulva and groaned as a climax hit me.
"Ahh-Ohh!" Daddy wheezed. "Ahh, you've got a sweet hot juicy fucking pussy!" He plowed it into her and the lust juice flowed from her slit.
"Fuck me!" Sandy cried. "Your cock! It's reaching my gut-it's in my belly! Never-oh, never-oh, God, I've never been screwed like this! Ah, this is it! The best fucking I've ever had!"
Daddy kept increasing the speed and force of his strokes, never letting up, stuffing it faster and harder. He humped her hard and fast for a good five minutes, then, with a strangled groan, he gave a mighty heave. "Hot fuck!" he yelled. "Hot fuck in your cunt!" He strained forward, his buttocks closed and tight.
"Oh-ah!" Sandy panted as Daddy began spewing his semen in her. Then he pumped a dozen short hard jabs and dug it deep up her quim again and spurted another stream. Then another, and still another. Finally, he gave one long thrust up her vagina and came down to rest on her.
They lay unmoving for a few minutes, panting and heaving.
"Oh, God," Sandy finally cooed. "Oh, sweet ... That's the best I've ever had ... The best."
Daddy slowly circled his penis in her quiff. "Umm," he murmured, "you've got a sweet pussy ... Sweet hot silky pussy."
I moved over and embraced them.
"Oh, Fawn," Sandy purred. "You were right ... so right." She looked at Daddy. "You are wonderful."
Daddy looked at my breasts and put his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. He sucked my boobs. He pulled me up to my hands and knees, got behind me and slid his cob in my pussy.
"Unnnh-yeah!" he called out.
"Oh, Daddy!" I groaned. "Oh, sweet Daddy-yes! Oh, give it to me. Slide it in me-oh, yes! Yes!"
Sandy stretched out, watching Daddy screw me. I reached out for her and grabbed her leg and pulled her to me. I swooped my face down on her vulva, rubbing my lips and nose on her pussy crack. She clutched my head, spread her legs wide and thrust hercuntup. "Lick me, Fawn! Oh, yes, lick me good and hot!"
I found her clit and sucked it while Daddy reamed my pussy good.
"Suck her, honey!" Daddy called out. "Suck your husband's sister while your father screws your cunt! Yeah! Watching you suck your sister-in-law makes my dick twice as hard!" He heaved his pike in me, rapping me hard. He grabbed my tits and squeezed and rubbed them.
"Now, Fran, now!" Sandy gasped, hunching her muff on my face. "Oh, God! Oh, sweet! Oh, loving sucking lover! You're making me cum!" Her body wrenched in spasmodic jerks and she gave out a long wail.
Daddy pounded his pole in me, filling me up with his eight-incher. He let out a loud grunt and heaved his prick up my quiff and sent a stream of sperm up my gut.
"Oh, wow!" Sandy puffed, lowering her legs. "What a suck! What a fuck!"
We stretched out on the floor and savored it.
"You know, Fawn, your idea of a group marriage sounds better all the time," Sandy said, looking at Daddy's rod.
"A group marriage?" Daddy asked.
"Yes," Sandy said. "A group sexual marriage. Fawn wants to form one. Burt and Zita and me, Paul and Fawn and you. All the women would share all the men sexually and, as Fawn says, the women would share the women, too." She smiled and reached out and caressed my breasts.
"Sounds interesting," Daddy said. "Real interesting." He ran his hand down on my cunt and rubbed it. "Who's Zita?"
"Burt's niece," Sandy said. "Oh, you'd like her. She's eighteen years old, beautiful and rather uninhibited, I guess you could say."
"Tell me more about this group-marriage idea," Daddy said.
"It wouldn't be a marriage where we all lived together," I said, "but it would be a marriage where we shared ourselves; shared our bodies and our love-shared each other's loved ones. All the men would share their wives and, in your case, Daddy, your daughter; Burt, his niece; and Paul, his sister. All the women would share their husbands, their father, their uncle, their brother...." With Daddy rubbing my pussy and Sandy stroking my tits, I couldn't help but spread my legs and raise my vulva. "Ohh," I moaned. "And all the women would share each other's bodies," I went on. "It would be a group marriage where the husbands and wives made love, but also where-ah! Oh, Daddy, that feels good! Where we all committed adultery and incest!" I reached out and grabbed Daddy's cock and jacked. It was growing hard. I ran a hand over Sandy's quim and she pressed closer to me and went down on my titties and mouthed them. "Oh ... ah-It would be a marriage where all the men licked and sucked and fucked all the women, and all the women licked and sucked all the men-oooh! Ahhh! And all the women licked and sucked each other!"
Daddy rolled me over and pulled me onto my hands and knees. He spread my ass and started licking my asshole.
"Yes!" I groaned. "Just like that! Licking my ass, licking and sucking and fucking my ass, my pussy, my mouth, my titties! All of you licking me, sucking me, fucking me!"
Daddy pulled Sandy up so she was on her hands and knees right beside me. He dipped his head on her buttocks and began running his tongue up and down her ass.
"Ohh!" Sandy gasped. She thrust her ass up.
Daddy went from Sandy to me, then back to Sandy, back and forth, licking and drawing his tongue over our butt holes. He rubbed our cunts as he licked us. He had us both panting and thrusting our asses back. He grabbed me from behind and pushed his prick into my asshole. I groaned with pleasure. He gave me a half-dozen strokes up my ass, then he went to Sandy and probed her butt. "Oh, God, yes-fuck my ass!" Sandy cried. "I want it deep in my ass!"
It was incredible. Daddy was screwing both of us in our asses. He gave Sandy a dozen good whacks up her rectum, then he came to me and ground it in a dozen times, then he went back to Sandy. She threw her head back and squeezed her breasts. I reached over and rubbed her boobs. She gasped and rubbed mine. Daddy locked his arms around Sandy's belly and pounded his peter up her ass. "Screwing your golden ass!" he roared. He mashed his balls against her cunt and strained forward. "Hot cum in your ass!" he cried. He suddenly pulled out of her and jumped over to me and crammed it in my butt. "Ahh," he crooned. A surge of jism splashed up my ass. Then he pulled out and stuck Sandy and let her have a stream of spunk. Then back to me. Each time he moved slower and slower, until he came to rest, lodged in my rectum. He had timed it perfectly. He had fucked his cum in us without missing a beat, without spilling a drop.
"You're fantastic," Sandy said. "Simply fantastic. I can't wait until I'm 'married' to you. But I want to warn you right now that I'm gonna want a lot of your cock. A lot!"
"Fair enough," Daddy said. "I'm gonna want a lot of your pussy-and your ass-and your mouth."
"I think we were made for each other," Sandy laughed.
"I think we were all made for each other," I said.