Chapter 8
It took several days before maman felt that both of them were ready, and during that time, Claire and I swung just about continuously, the best way we could. We did a lot of sixty-nine, I remember, in her room or mine, and I kept finger fucking her, trying to loosen up that impossibly tight pussy.
Did I get to fuck maman? Of course, man; she would get my dad safely snoring, then come down the hall and slip into my room, her sweet cunt all hot and drippy with his juice, and climb into bed with me. She wasn't about to deprive me of her ass just because she was screwing him, too.
This one night, Claire was sleeping with me; by now, dad was feeling kind of guilty about laying his mother-in-law, and avoided us whenever possible, so we didn't figure he would come visiting and catch us together. Maman came in just as I had finished giving her the finger again, and Claire was still twisting and moaning on the bed.
She looked down at us with her eyes shining. Her robe was hanging open, and I could see her tits, the bushy, opulent shape of her pussy. "A fine idea," she said. "Little Claire is getting her fun, and being stretched a bit, also. But how about you, mon cher? Is she taking care of her brother?"
"Great, maman," I answered. "She can eat me as well as you do, now."
She came close and looked at my erect cock. "But not yet tonight, eh? Allons, children; it is past time we three made love."
With that, she climbed into bed with us and immediately began kissing Claire, running her knowing hands over my kid sister's lovely body. I sat up to see better and watched Claire stiffen out and lie there taut. Maman licked over the girl's nipples, then trailed her deft mouth down the rib cage, and Claire jerked. It was the first time a woman had made love to her, and she was a little bit uptight about it.
But she got into it when maman doubled herself over and got her face between those willowy thighs. "What a gorgeous little pussy," maman exclaimed. "So young and adorable, so lovely with its delicate hairs."
Just before she really went to work on it, maman turned her face to me and said, "Get behind me, Johnny. Fuck me while I make love to this appetizing cunt."
I got behind her and took her waist in my hands; it was so svelte that my fingers almost met, but the cheeks of her silken ass were rounded and lush. I heard my sister start to pant, and saw her heave as maman's tongue got busy inside her pussy, so I felt in and up with the head of my anxious cock, prodding for the hot and freshly fucked hole buried beneath the damp pubic hair.
Maman wiggled to help me get it set, and I pushed my cockhead quickly into the hot grasp of her cunt lips, trembling because I could feel the semen my father had left in her. Stroking into that lovely wet glove that grasped my moving prick like so many fairy fingers, I fed her the meat while she ate into Claire's pussy.
It was different, really exciting, because there were three of us doing it, mixing our bodies and our juices, blending our love. I stepped up my thrusts, banging my pole home with solid rams, and my balls swung damply against the upper part of her thighs. Maman ground on my pistoning shaft, swivelled her hips and rocked back to meet my sledging pokes, but she never missed a second in Claire's pussy, licking and sucking, touching all the erotic bases as my sister clawed at the sheets and sobbed in rapture.
Maman came before I did; I could feel the silken muscles of her cunt contract, and her ass went still for a moment. Claire yelled out something crazy, and I took a good grip on the cheeks of my beautiful grandmother's ass to seesaw a few more thrusts into that soggy bake oven. When I let go my load, it was like a cannon going off; my asshole drew up tight as a snapped rubber band, and my cockhead fluttered as it discharged come. The stuff hosed inside maman's glorious cunt, sprayed her with the good, rich semen and made her start wiggling again. I just hung on and closed my eyes, going all weak in the knees and feeling as if my backbone had been melted and shot out of the head of my prick.
Maybe we were like that for only a few seconds, maybe it was longer. But it was long enough for my father to walk in on us while we were locked flesh in flesh that way, all of us bare-assed and numbed with the sweet violence of our mutual orgasms.
I saw him first. My startled eyes met his as he stood in the doorway with a stunned look of complete disbelief on his face.
"Maman," I said, "maman!" and rolled over to the side of the bed near the wall and away from him.
Claire blinked up at him in a daze, still in the throes of her climax, but maman sensed the situation right away and leaped off the bed to face dad before he could fully comprehend what he was seeing.
"Greg-welcome," she said, coming right up against him with her naked body. "We were wondering how we could get you to accept us like this, and now you have saved us the trouble of being underhanded about it."
"Terese," he mumbled, "what the hell is this? My son and my little daughter-"
"And their grandmother," she added, "but yes. Is it so strange that we love each other? Is it so different from the love you and I have also shared?"
He frowned and tried to push her away. "Yes, damnit-it's different. These are just kids, and I thought you and me-"
"There-'s no room for jealousy in this house," maman said, "nor any need for it. Nobody has been hurt; nothing has been taken away from anyone else. There has only been giving, Greg-a glad, joyous giving. Understand that."
"But kids," my father muttered, "and what you were doing to Claire, what you were letting Johnny do to you-"
"Nothing I didn't want done; nothing they did not desire. You have put one foot into a new life, Greg Wilson, by screwing me. Don't fall back into your old unhappiness by being a damned fool."
I saw something different about him then, and I don't mean only that he was half in the bag; I was watching dad's eyes, and I saw exactly where they were aimed-at the naked body of his only daughter, at sweet and frightened little Claire.
Maman felt it, too, and stepped back to stare into his face. "Ahh-you see how beautiful she is, your daughter; you can look directly at her lovely naked body as you have always wanted to. Now nobody will tell you how wrong it is, least of all Claire herself. Do you realize that she desires you, also? Look at her, Greg; see how cunningly she is formed, the darling small tits, the charming little pussy. She wants you to be the first to fuck her, Greg; she's begging you to make her a complete woman-can't you see that?"
"But-but-" he said, his old terry cloth robe pulled about his big body. "But she's my own kid-"
"She's a virgin piece of ass just waiting the touch of your prick," maman insisted. "She has no fear, only the burning need to be screwed by her father."
He wet his lips. "Claire-"
"Oh yes, daddy," she cried. "Yes, yes, daddy! Please do it to me. Please come over here and let me love you."
He was hooked on her, or maybe he had always been, only he'd been afraid to show it before. Now she was lifting her arms to him and rolling her narrow hips, offering him the prize of that mossy little snatch, openly showing that she wanted to fuck him as much as he had secretly yearned to fuck her.
Dad took a faltering step toward her, then another, and a sob broke from him as he dropped to the bed beside Claire. I slipped off the bed and eased around it to move over with maman. When Claire lifted up to throw her arms around him, I whispered to maman: "Shall we get out of here and leave them alone?"
She shook her head. "I wouldn't miss this for the world, and they won't even know that we are in the room."
So I sat down in one chair while maman took the other, rapt spectators for the deflowering of my sister. Claire was frantic with desire, ripping away at his robe until he straightened up and hurled the thing from him. One small hand reached for his stiffening cock, and her other arm wrapped around his neck while Claire's open mouth slammed into his, her tongue darting between his lips.
"Now she has him," maman purred, her own hand covering her mound, cupping it lightly. "Now he could not stop, even if the stars fell."
Against Claire's lips, daddy groaned. "Claire, sweet little Claire-so beautiful, so unattainable."
"Not now," she panted. "Now I'm all yours, daddy-just like I always wanted to be. Daddy, come on; make love to me."
Trembling, his hands swept over her arched and straining body, discovering the slight curves, the intriguing dips, the modeling that made his daughter unique. I saw how madly he wanted her and thought that she must have filled his mind ever since she began coming of age and showing her womanhood.
Both her hands were wrapped around his flexing prick, and she was urging him to her, drawing him down to the bed that was to be their bridal couch, urging him to get his shaft into her unused pussy. Claire was shaking, too, her firm, small tits heaving, their nipples sticking out strongly, vibrantly. Like maman said, they had no idea we were even in the room, and wouldn't have given a damn if they did. They were that wrapped up in each other, both of them about to realize a lifetime dream.
Even in her frenzy, my sister remembered the pillow, and let go dad's hard cock just long enough to jack it beneath her ass; then she reached for him again, her almost-thin body wiggling in wild anticipation. "Hurry, daddy-oh please hurry!"
He couldn't take his hands off her; eyes glazed, his broad and hairy chest heaving, daddy fondled the body he hadn't dared touch like this since she had been a baby. He pressed the darling nipples between his fingers, and dipped his mouth to sample each of them in suctioning adoration. His hand worked between her spread thighs to discover the pulsating little cunt, to feel it throb against his palm, to finger very carefully into its searing dampness.
"Beautiful," he panted, "oh beautiful, baby."
Claire urged him between her legs, bending them at the knees and opening wide, one hand tugging at his rigid prick as a leaked droplet of the clear, warm liquid purled down over her fingers from its convulsive head.
"Here, daddy-put it right in here. Ahh-oh wow! I'm too tight for it, daddy, but I'll loosen up so you can push it inside. Now, daddy-now!"
Sweat popped out all over his face as he felt his cockhead touch his daughter's fleecy pubic hairs, guided there by her eager hand. A shudder rippled down his back and contracted the cheeks of his ass; his hands slid around her hips as she hiked her pelvis at him, wiggling to get the blunt tip of his prick settled into her ravenous, tiny hole.
Staring, I leaned forward in my chair, holding onto my own now stiff prick, straining to see every exciting detail of this. I watched the very tip of his expanded knob press down into her cunt lips, watched those delectable, miniature labia slowly stretch until half the head was gripped by them.
Daddy was being very gentle, being as careful as he knew how, and for a crazy moment, I got a flashback of how it must have been the first time he screwed mother; she must have been a cherry, too.
But Claire wouldn't wait, and she wasn't afraid. She shoved hard up at his pole and forced the rest of the bulb into her cunt lips, grinding her trim ass to help the entrance.
"Cest bon!" maman exclaimed softly.
The turgid nozzle slid from sight, and the swollen lips closed around the shaft, but they were already pulled thin, I could see. Claire gave another upward lunge, and made another inch of his iron-hard shaft vanish into her hungry slot. But there it met the obstruction, and daddy struggled to penetrate the membrane that barred the depths of his daughter's vagina.
"Fuck me harder!" Claire gasped. "Push harder, daddy-uh-uh-"
She caught him by the cheeks of his ass then and raised her feet straight up, veeing her thighs wide to open her cunt as much as possible. Driven by his own primitive urgency, whipped on by his carnal need for this hotly squirming little girl, daddy gave a powerful hunch, and my sister cried out.
But daddy kept twisting it in, shoving it inch by slow, very tight inch into the slick, stubbornly resisting cleft. She pulled against his ass and slammed her feet down to brace them against the bed, and I'll swear that she damned near lifted him off his knees. Suddenly the rest of his prick slipped in, and his balls were resting against the uptilted crack of her fragile ass.
"Now," maman whispered fiercely. "Now, Greg-fuck your child well!"
Claire turned into an ardent little snake, wriggling under and around him as he pulled back for another stroke; her pelvis struck at his, and she rolled her ass in maddened circles. "Ooh, daddy-your prick is wonderful-so stiff, so round-ahh, beautiful! I love it, daddy darling-I adore having your prick inside my pussy. Fuck me, daddy-fuck me, fuck me!"
He tried to be tender, but she wouldn't allow that. Biting at his chest and clawing at the cheeks of his hairy ass, Claire banged her crotch savagely into his, pounded her belly to his, and ground furiously upon his sliding cock.
I watched the juices of her pussy turn his moving shaft oily, and saw how his balls caressed her ass every time he pushed his cock all the way to its thick root.
"Deep, deep," she moaned. "Oh crazy, crazy! Darling, darling-my lover, my nice hard prick-my wonderful, fucking daddy!"
I guess he went a little crazy then and started to plunge his cock violently into her tightly clenching snatch, shaking the bed and rocking my sister back upon her shoulders. Her thin legs flailed his ass, then tried to wrap around the small of his back, but they weren't long enough. She slid them down so she could lock her heels behind his knees, and battered at his pistoning rod as if she meant to tear it off at the balls.
He fucked her right back, meeting her stroke for stroke, brutal and hungry and loving, all at the same feverish moment. His prick blurred in and out of her elastic pussy, making sucking, squishing noises as her lubrication flowed freely and foamed over his shaft.
"You-sweet-little-hot-assed-bitch!" he grated. "Fuck your daddy, baby girl-fuck your daddy until he-he-COMES!"
She drove at him in a frenzy as his legs stiffened out and a ragged sob broke from his clenched teeth. Wheeling and pivoting her belly, Claire screwed him in blind, unreasoning ecstasy, and when his balls jerked, she gave a thin shriek of pure rapture, coming at the identical split second.
His pole throbbed visibly, and he poured forth a great, sizzling ejaculation into her narrow cunt, pumping his daughter's flaming pussy full of frothing come, drenching her vagina from end to end with the first semen it had ever known.
Claire moaned and her eyes rolled up. Her legs slipped down and she lay very still. "Is she dead?" I asked maman. "No," she said in awe. "She is in heaven."