Chapter 3
After the mid-winter break, Matt had returned to college, and Dorrie had been left without her marvelous new spy game. For the first few weeks, she had contented herself with fantasies of Matt and with lonely masturbation. Almost every night she would bring herself repeatedly to the edge of orgasm before finally submitting in a massive, shuddering climax.
In her fantasies, she imagined her brother Matt in a series of role-playing scenes-as Tarzan, as Conan, and as a succession of unnamed heroes. Always, he was completely nude and-always!-massively erect. She would then entertain herself with a little mental drama in which Matt would start by masturbating the huge tool between his legs. Ultimately, however, even this fantasy started to pale. Dorrie then started to see a beautiful woman as the subject of his attention. And, in these fantasies, the action quickly turned to sex, and furiously active sex at that. Matt would mount the woman in a variety of positions and attitudes. She imagined them fucking front to front, doggie-style, standing, kneeling, and in every possible variation two people could assume to fuck. Matt would squeeze the woman's tits as he thrust his big, purple-headed dick into her cunt. She would writhe and moan in exquisite pleasure as he rammed into her and reamed the grasping hole. Both of their faces would twist into erotic masks as they came together over and over and over again. It was some time before she realized that the woman in her daydreams was herself.
While she wrestled with the misgivings of her fantasy incest, Dorrie also realized that she now missed the sight of a naked male body. She had gotten accustomed to watching Matt, and she was hungry for the sight of a man's cock! And for some time, she didn't have any idea of how to go about finding one.
The answer came one morning while she was showering. Faintly, Dorrie could hear her father singing as he also showered just on the other side of the wall separating the two bathrooms. Briefly, Dorrie imagined a one-way window between the two bathrooms. Then she would be able to watch any activities next door.
Until that time, Dorrie suddenly realized, she had never thought of her parents in any sexual terms. Of course, she reflected, they fucked.
Otherwise, she and Matt wouldn't be here. Then, as she thought more and more about it, she became somewhat obsessed by the thought.
Imagine her parents fucking? But, then, why not? Dad was only in his mid-forties, and Mom was even younger than that! Of course they were still fucking! Besides, they were both very athletic and kept themselves in great shape. And Mom had been a model for a while before settling down to have kids and make a home. Now that Dorrie thought about it, Mom really was quite a fox. And Dad? Yeah. He had definite "hunk" possibilities-in a prematurely gray sort of way, of course.
Slowly, a plan formed in Dorrie's active mind. Un-like many beautiful young women, she made no pretense of being dumb. As a matter-of-fact, she was an honor student and proud of it. Not only an honor student, but one who had always been very good at her physics and science courses. So it took almost no time for Dorrie to imagine a real spy hole that would permit her to watch the goings-on next door without anyone knowing it. It took little time to put her plan into action.
She started her undercover activities by slipping into her parent's bathroom the next time they left her home alone. This happened the next Saturday morning, as the weekly tennis duel took place. As soon as she heard them leave, Dorrie set her plan into motion. She entered the master bedroom carrying her father's electric drill. Selecting a quarter-inch drill bit, she made a nearly invisible hole in the bathroom tile at a spot in the decorative pattern, where it would never be noticed. Making sure that the drill penetrated all the way into her adjoining bath, she carefully cleaned up all the evidence of her work.
Returning to her own bath, Dorrie then completed her spy mission. She had taken apart a long-abandoned childhood toy telescope and salvaged the doubly curved bottom convex lens. Carefully fitting the center of the lens into the opening in the wall, Dorrie experimented with the setting until she had a complete panoramic view of the room next door. Now she could watch the action even better than she could watch through the hole in Matt's wall!
As she made the final adjustments, Dorrie realized that there was an added bonus to her setup. Her parents' bathroom had large floor-to-ceiling mirrors on each opposite wall. By shifting her gaze to the left or right, she could see the reflected image of the entire room! Although Dome's Physics class memory informed her that the images would be reversed, she also knew that it would not make any difference. After all, what is a reversed fuck? While this thought was running through her mind, Dorrie wondered what old Mr. Haney, her Physics instructor, would think if she asked him that.
Dorrie had just finished her handiwork when she heard the sounds of the Pennington's returning from the country club.
"Just in time," she whispered, to herself and slipped to the window to watch them enter the house from the garage below.
Moments later, she heard the door to her parents' bedroom open and she returned to her own new observation point. She was rewarded with the sight of both people entering the bedroom, and she saw her mother close and lock the door.
Martin Pennington stood in the entrance to the bedroom. "You lost," he said. "Your turn to cater to my slightest whim. Please start the shower. But first, get your clothes off. I want to watch your tits jiggle as you wait on me."
"Whatever you want," Alice replied meekly. This is new, Dorrie thought. Mom is not normally the meek and mild type.
Dorrie watched as Alice Pennington slowly, and very seductively, removed her skimpy white tennis outfit. As Martin lounged on the edge of the king-size bed watching her every move, she slowly brought both hands up to the top button of her blouse. Keeping her eyes demurely downcast, she slid the button loose and allowed the blouse to gape open just slightly at the top. Her honey-blonde hair hung loose along each side of her face and provided the impression of a gauzy veil covering a shy maiden. One by one, the buttons were almost reluctantly released until the blouse was opened all along the front. After the last button was unbuttoned, the white tennis blouse hung open enough to reveal the large half-moon thrust of Alice's breasts. Although still covered by a bra, her nipples were very much in evidence as they thrust out against the restraints.
Alice let the blouse slip off her shoulders and reached up behind her to release the confining bra. As the last catch was finally released, her huge tits seemed to bounce forward as if glad to be free. Slowly, Alice lowered her arms and shrugged her shoulders-just enough to let the bra straps slip off and start to slide down her arms. Rather than let the bra simply fall away, she held her arms in to her sides for just a moment to hide the luscious tits just a little longer.
Finally, the bra was also allowed to slip to the floor, and Alice simultaneously raised her head and drew her shoulders back in a gesture that made her magnificent mammaries jut forward defiantly toward her waiting husband.
Throughout this performance, Martin had sat quietly and watched without comment or gesture.
Now he smiled very slightly and pointed at Alice's little tennis skirt. He gave an imperious flick of his wrist that unmistakably meant for the skirt to be removed. Then, still staring at that unfolding display in front of his royal seat, he slouched back to watch.
Alice brought her hands up to the waistband of the skirt. As she reached behind to release the catch, she again made her tits jut forward. With a shock, Dorrie found herself fascinated by the show in the other room. She had seen her mother's breasts many times and had never realized just how great they looked. Alice Pennington had forty-inch D-cup tits that now looked as firm and as proud as Dorrie's own. They sagged outward from the front of her chest in a cantilevered jut that thrust her nipples almost straight forward. The nipples were large and looked at least a half-inch long as they stood erect and proud. The puckered areolae were dark brown, silver dollar-sized circles that sharply contrasted with the milky white of the surrounding mounds. Again, Dorrie felt that strange tingle in her crotch that announced her own arousal. Strange that she could get hot by watching this tableau being played out by her own parents.
By now, Alice had released the skirt and allowed it, too, to very slowly slip to the floor.
Dorrie realized that the slow, calculated revelation of the woman's hidden glories made them ever more exciting when they finally were revealed.
Alice stood in the middle of the bedroom floor with her legs slightly spread. Her long, beautifully tapered legs lead up to a tiny white bikini panty. In the reflection from the left mirror, Dorrie had a frontal view of the beautiful woman. The black pubic mound showed clearly through the tightly stretched silk material. Above the pinched-in waist, Alice's bounteous bosom and long, honey-blonde hair completed the picture of beautiful love slave ready for the taking.
Still, Martin half-reclined on the edge of the bed. He raised his arm and again flicked his wrist; this time at the tiny bikini panty.
Alice reached up to the waistband and slowly pushed the tiny garment down her long, luscious legs. As she did do, she bent at the waist, keeping her legs straight. This motion caused her unrestrained tits to swing forward and to bobble back and forth as she bent forward and down. In addition, it caused her calf muscles to be sharply defined and her thighs and magnificent ass to be emphasized. Pushing her panties to her ankles, she lifted her feet one at a time and kicked the panties off, then she slowly straightened to return to her standing position. Parting her legs ever so slightly, she allowed her pussy lips to be glimpsed through the vee of her pubic hair.
At last, Martin stood up and took a step toward the beautiful woman. He did not take her into his arms yet, however. Instead, he simply said, "Now undress me."
Again, Alice Pennington lowered her head and became the shy maiden. She reached out and grasped the bottom of his pullover tennis shirt. Instead of just pulling the garment up over his head, she slid her hands up the sides of his chest and slipped the shirt slowly up and over. As she did so, her tits rubbed against his chest, and her protruding nipples traced two lines through the light sheen of sweat that clung to his skin.
Dropping the skirt, Alice slipped her hands into the waist of his shorts. Loosening the belt, she grasped the tab of the zipper. Dorrie could see that the aloofness that her father was projecting was an act, because his fly was bulging outward from the pressure of his erection. Gently, Alice pulled the zipper down around the big hard-on, and the shorts slipped to the floor. Now, Martin stood revealed in nothing but stretch briefs-which appeared to "be in the process of being stretched even more as his erect dick swung almost free.
Dorrie's view was momentarily blocked as Alice pushed Martin's briefs down his legs to the floor. It appeared that as she bent forward and pushed the garment down, she momentarily brought her face directly into his crotch. Dorrie watched her father's expression change and heard a slurping sound as Alice apparently ran her tongue up his dick from the base to the top.
Alice stood and turned away to start the shower. As she did so, Dorrie was afforded a full frontal view of her dad in all his glory. Martin's dick was even larger than Matt's! It stood straight up from a mass of dark hair that continued upward from his crotch and across his belly up to his chest. Where Matt was almost hairless, their father was covered in a generous growth of dark, short curls.
As Martin strode forward to the shower, Dorrie watched his big prick sway back and forth. My God! she thought. Are all men that big? Or just the men in my family? Inwardly, Dorrie secretly wished that all men were that big, or at least the ones that she got to fuck. Unless, of course, she could fuck her brother or her father?
Again, Dorrie was filled with misgivings about her feelings and this new fascination with her male relatives. Maybe she just ought to discuss this with Reverend Masters. Yeah, that was it. She would discuss this with the family minister. But Dorrie would have to get to that later. Right now, she had more interesting things on her mind.
By now, both people were in the shower, and Alice was continuing her slave ministrations. It had become obvious to Dorrie why the Penningtons looked forward to their Saturday tennis wars, and why they both fought so hard to win. The loser had to spend the rest of the morning as the very special love slave of the winner! And this morning, Alice had lost. Dorrie also realized that the loser in this game still won-if being the loser meant getting fucked a lot. And that seemed to be on today's menu.
Alice was working on Martin's back. She had lathered his shoulders and back with a large soapy wash cloth. Now she worked her way down his body, over his ass and down his legs. She worked smoothly and languidly in a way that made it obvious she had done this before. It was also obvious that she was enjoying the slave labor. Rinsing his back, Alice turned her attention to Martin's front. Again, starting at his neck, she worked the lather into the muscles of his shoulders and across his hairy chest. Pausing to tickle his tiny nipples, she applied the foam down across his flat, washboard stomach and finally down into his tangled mass of pubic hair.
Martin's big beautiful cock still stood massively erect and proud as it glistened in the cascade of hot, steaming water from the shower-head. It briefly disappeared from Dorrie's sight as Alice covered it with the soapy cloth and slowly stroked it in long, sensuous cleansing movements. Dropping to her knees, Alice continued her lascivious laving down Martin's legs to his ankles and his feet. Dorrie watched as she lovingly washed each of Martin's feet and his toes-kneeling helplessly in front of the man in a gesture of complete submission.
After a moment in this position, Alice returned her attention to Martin's midsection. First, she cupped his big scrotal sac in both her hands. Very gently, she massaged and rolled the balls in her palms. As she did so, Alice leaned forward and pressed her face against his towering prick. She rubbed her face back and forth on the massive pussy pleaser, bringing her cheeks, her nose and her lips back and forth across its veined underside. Eventually, she lifted her body just enough to bring her lips to the big, purplish cockhead.
As Dorrie watched in fascination, Alice pursed her lips and kissed the tip of his prick. The kiss expanded as Alice opened her lips more and more and took the entire cockhead into her mouth. Dorrie watched the older woman's mouth stretch to get it all in!
God! What that must feel like! she thought. And, I wonder how he tastes. I'll never be able to eat a polish sausage again without thinking of this.
As the shower continued to spray on both bodies, Alice took more of the huge cock into her mouth. She slowly bobbed her head up and down, consuming another few inches of the wonderful thing with each stroke. Martin rested both hands on the top of her head and seemed to be controlling her face-fucking motion. Each time she leaned into his crotch, he pushed downward and more of his cock disappeared into Alice's mouth and throat.
While Dorrie watched in fascination, her mother continued to swallow more of the huge snake-like creature!
"I wonder how she does that," Dorrie whispered. "How can she breathe and suck on that huge thing at the same time?"
Somehow, Alice was managing to do so, and she appeared to be enjoying the effort. As she worked at consuming the entire thing, her hands worked on Martin's balls and his ass. One hand cupped and rolled the balls while the other hand had stolen around behind. At first, it just stroked up and down his ass cheeks, and then the hand became stationary as Alice's fingers appeared to be seeking entrance to his asshole.
With this triple assault, Martin had started rocking his pelvis back and forth in time to Alice's sucking, bobbing head movements. His hands still in her hair, he controlled the tempo of the sexual dance. Dorrie watched his face change expression and assume a blank, faraway stare as he neared his explosion. Dorrie tensed as she saw it coming. Should she cry out to warn her Mother? Could Mom suck all that massive cock and still swallow the eruptions of cum that was just about to shoot into her throat? Dorrie realized that she could not utter a sound as she watched the fascinating scene.
Suddenly, Martin slammed his cock forward, pushing the entire thing into Alice's throat. Her face was now flush against his pubic hair, and her throat muscles continued to work, spasmodically grasping the massive tool that was now spurting its load into her. Martin stood in a rigid stance, holding Alice's head in his hands, grinding her face into his crotch as his dick continued to shoot spurts of cum.
At last, Martin relaxed and sank back against the shower wall. His long, slippery dick slid out of Alice's still working, sucking mouth. As it slid out, she carefully sucked it clean! As if the cum were some precious liquid, she did not allow a single drop to escape.
Afterward, Alice again lathered Martin's dick and balls with a soapy cloth. She then carefully rinsed his body free of all the soap before quickly soaping and rinsing herself. As soon as her quick cleansing was over, she turned off the streaming water and slid the glass doors back.
As Martin stepped from the shower stall, Alice lifted a large, terry cloth towel from the bathroom closet. She thoroughly dried Martin all over, again slowly and seductively rubbing and massaging his entire body. Dorrie observed that the older woman was especially tender and loving with his cock and balls.
As Alice toweled herself dry, Martin walked back into the bedroom and lay on the huge bed. Dorrie breathed a small prayer of thanks when her mother left the bathroom doors open as she, also, crossed over to join him. Obviously, it was time for round two.
For several minutes, the couple lay in a relaxed cuddle on the big bed. Martin lay on his back, with Alice reclining on his left shoulder and arm. Turned in toward his body, her big, pointed tits pushed into Martin's side and chest. Dorrie could tell that her mother was still very much excited by the way her nipples crinkled and pointed outward like small bullets.
As Martin continued to lay supine, Alice levered herself up and leaned across his body. Her hair hung down over the lower part of his face and his shoulders as Alice nibbled and licked up under his chin and down into his throat. With her massive breasts rubbing over his chest and abdomen, she worked her way down his chest with small, quick licks and tiny bites. Dorrie was surprised when she saw the woman nibble and then suck on Martin's tiny nipples. Just like a woman's, they immediately erected, and the smile on his face was proof that Martin was evidently immensely enjoying the sensation. Dorrie added this tidbit to her growing sexual knowledge bank. A guy's nipples are sensitive too! Guys actually liked to be sucked-someplace other than their cocks! This was getting to be quite a learning experience for the innocent young woman.
While she was thinking and taking mental notes, her mother was working. She didn't return to sucking Martin's prick. Instead, she now lay fully atop his body and rubbed her soft, fragrant tits and belly all over his. Her lips were busy giving tiny, rapid kisses on Martin's lips, his nose, his eyelids, and then his ear lobes. In the meantime, Alice's ass bobbed and swayed as she slithered her pussy around his pubic area. Between her mother's legs, Dorrie could see that the action was working. Already, the monster was awakening. Her father's cock grew fatter and longer as it stiffened and straightened and pointed up along his belly.
"Roll over," Martin ordered. "It's time to fuck. And I'm gonna pound your beautiful ass into the mattress.
"Anytime," Alice replied as she rolled off and immediately spread her legs. "Just don't stop pounding. I'm so fucking hot that I can't stand it."
Martin briefly knelt between her spread legs and rubbed her soaking pussy. Then he raised his fingers to his mouth and licked the juice off with an exaggerated smile. "Nothing like fresh pussy juice in the morning," he said. Reaching up Alice's body, he grasped her big tits and squeezed them, pushing up on the erect nipples from below. While he fondled her boobs, he maneuvered his cock until it was just against her open cunt lips. With a small whisper, Alice pushed her pussy forward to try and capture the massive tool.
In a smooth fluid motion, Martin thrust forward, spearing his big dick all the way into the waiting cunt. Dorrie could hear the slap of flesh coming together and a squishing sound as the wet, hungry pussy was filled to the brim. She saw the muscles in Martin's ass cheeks as he thrust as hard as possible into the squirming woman. Alice's low, throaty moan was clearly audible to Dorrie's ears. And it continued as he started a rapid pounding rhythm, bringing his cock almost all the way out of the woman's pussy and then slamming it forward to bury it to the hilt. With each thrust, Alice moaned excitedly.
"Uunnh, uunnh, uunnh," she whimpered. "Oh, God, Yeah! That feels so fucking good. So fucking good. Don't stop. Please don't ever stop. Oh yeah!"
Dorrie remembered to look tot he side mirror for a different perspective. In the mirror, she could see the couple from the side. She saw Martin's ass pumping up and down, up and down, up and down, slamming his cock forward and down into the grasping, sucking hole. As he pulled back for each stroke, Dorrie could see cunt juice coating the huge pole.
"Oh, that looks so damn good!" Dorrie chanted to herself. "So damn good, so damn good."
As she watched, the fingers of one hand clutched at her straining titty while the other massaged her own pussy lips and teased the tiny clitoris. "Oh, yeah, Dad. Fuck her while we all cum."
Martin shifted on the woman's body without ever missing a stroke. He took Alice's left nipple in his mouth and sucked it. As he pounded her pussy, he bit down slightly into the tit flesh and sucked harder. Alice loved to have her big tits sucked while she was getting fucked! And the harder the better! From long experience, Martin could tell when she was getting ready to cum, and he knew just what to do. As Alice's orgasm started, he sucked the soft, springy tit and pounded his cock furiously into her cunt.
As she spasmed out of control, Alice wrapped her legs tightly around Martin's ass and thighs. Squeezing him with her dancer's legs, she arched her back and pushed her pelvis forward, grinding her pussy upward into the pumping pole. She grabbed the short hair on the back of his neck with one hand while the other strained and pulled on the headboard of the bed. Her head snapped back and her chin thrust forward as she let out a long, low moan.
As Alice started her gasping ride toward her own fulfillment, Martin could feel the pressure in his own cock build past the bursting point yet again. Even though he had shot his load of hot cum down Alice's gulping throat some twenty minutes before, he was going to cum again. The second cum of a day was always better, as he had more time and less immediate and intense pressure. He felt this one start deep within the base of his cock, down near where his balls were connected to his body. As the balls slapped against Alice's ass, the eruption flowed up the cock base, up the shaft, and out through the cockhead. The head itself was fiery hot, a pulsing, burning focus for his entire being.
Next door, Dorrie sank back against her sink and let the wave of her own orgasm flood over