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Saturday Morning At George & Joan's
Written by PlanetDweller
(MF, MFFM, FF, FFff, Mf, swingers, swinging, mother/teen
daughter, light menstrual sex, light BDSM)
Copyright (C) 2001, PlanetDweller. ALL Rights Reserved
++++++++++++++++++
Lee dropped her robe to the faded wood patio deck and eased her
way into the bubbling Jacuzzi with us.
"Good morning, Dear . . . " Joan, her mother, intoned as she
leaned over to kiss her on the cheek, Lee her sixteen-year-old
daughter smiling back and lightly kissing her on the lips in
return.
" 'morning, Casey, Cathy, hope you had a good night's sleep last
night . . . "
"Yes, we did indeed, Lee . . . " spake Cathy my wife of eleven
years as she nestled her back to my chest weightless against it
in the slightly chlorinic smelling embryonic vessel " . . . but .
. . we're excited, we have to admit . . . we've been looking
forward to today for a couple of years . . . "
"Did the steaks sit okay last night? . . . I didn't mean to burn
the edges like I did . . . " George, Lee's father interjected as
gossamer bubbles burst against the rough of his full beard, his
chin at waterline.
"Yeah, they were good, George . . . you know I like my meat
without any pink even if it means charring them a bit . . . " my
three trips to the bathroom blowing my guts out last night giving
slight but polite and harmless disingenuousness to our host.
Lee scooted over to her mother's seat in the four person hottub
and eased her back into the spoon of her chest much like Cathy
was doing with me. Joan's hands floated up and cupped her
daughter's perfect 34C 16-YO puffie breasts as they floated atop
the water's edge. Her mouth found Lee's neck and a slow vampire
hickeysuck of the fruit of her womb began. Lee's nipples perted
up like two miniature torpedoes just under the comfortable
cauldron of the oceanblue of the hottub.
Joan looked directly at Cathy and smiled. "C'mon, Cathy, get yer
butt over here, it's what you've been waiting all these months
for, isn't it?"
Cathy's arms flayed back and pushed off from the lip of the
Jacuzzi, her back breaking contact with my chest as she
duckwalked the thirty-six inches across the diameter of the rub.
Joan held up one of her daughter's breasts to Cathy's mouth as a
single drop of unintentional droll splashed into the sterile
brine from the corner of her lips before they clamped down hard
on the waiting nipple. Lee just closed her eyes and leaned her
head back as my wife did her best lesbian titsuck of the daughter
of our close friends.
We had known George and Joan for five years, having met them
through mutual friends in the swinging world. They owned
"Palmetto Society" which was an off-premises hotel social swing
club that met monthly at a hotel on the Georgia/South Carolina
line and we ran "Wakefield Country Club" a swinging house party
club that met at various times at various member-couples' homes
in the central North Carolina area. George being the old and wise
and grizzled twenty-some-year veteran of the swingscene along
with his slightly older but none the less no less beautiful for
her years wife Joan had become long-distance mentors of ours over
the years, giving us needed advice and counsel on the in's and
outs of running a swing club. In all the years our friendship had
grown, even when George got it into his head was the only right
way because it was his way and being the sweet curmudgeon he was
stuck in his heels no matter how much we respectfully disagreed,
and I think it was his honesty and strength of character that
attracted wifey and I to George and Joan as friends.
They had always been honest with their only child, their
daughter Lee, about their life-style. Of course when you have
multiple couples having sex openly all over your house a couple
or more times per month it would kind of hard to hide that fact.
From a distance we followed the major development in Lee's life
for those past five years. Her first period at age twelve and
losing her virginity with her parent's permission six months
later at home to an eighteen-year-old neighborhood boy whom she
had grown up and liked and then her first lesbian experience with
the twenty-three-year-old wife of a couple who G&J were friends
with a year after that and her first lesbian experience with her
mom soon after that and her attendance at her first Palmetto
Social last year when she was fifteen when her sexual energy and
appetite just about blew the roof off of the hotel. Everyone
there, all the couples attending knew she was a year under the
legal limit then but no one cared, least of all Lee.
My wife Cathy as bi as she was never expressed any sentiments
about swinging with any female under twenty-one before, before
the possibility of our schedules finally working out and G&J and
Lee and us finally being able to meet each other face-to-face and
gentials-to-genitals, that is. When Cathy yacks on incessantly
about something it usually means she is -not- too interested in
it, bit of a paradox there, but if she -is- interested in
something or someone she usually doesn't make a sound about
it/them. She didn't mention two words about Lee to me in the
weeks leading up to this weekend.
And now her mouth was firmly clamped on Lee's left tit as she
parted her legs under the half-silvered mirrored water's surface
and a slow frig of our friends' teen-age child began. George
slowly masturbated himself under the water as I did too even
though I knew he had to have seen hotter scenes with his daughter
lots of times.
"Nice hu, Casey?"
"Yep, George, real nice . . . "
"I'm sure Lee will want a sample of you too, later, if you'd
like to ask . . . "
" . . . uh . . . uh, thanks George, I will . . . "
"I just meant, Casey, is that you know she's bi, not lesbian . .
. "
"Uh, yeah, George, I know . . . "
In the meantime Cathy's playing with Lee had evolved into a
triplekiss and triplegrope with both her and her mom.
"Let's go inside to the fuckmats, okay!?" whispered Joan to
them.
George and mine's three ladies bobbed up and out of the lightly
steamy brine, playfully toweling each other off before heading
back inside to the pile of futons and exercise mats that George
had thoughtfully drug out from the anterior closets earlier that
morning after breakfast. Lee pulled her naturally blond locks
back and secured them with a hairclip before joining her mom and
my wife who were already in a sideways-laying sixty-nine. Lee's
tongue worked the one-eighty from her mother's mouth to Cathy's
pussy and back and forth again and again. My cock was now fully
erect as I sat in an easy chair to one side of the action in the
middle of the living room floor.
The smell of sweet hickory smoke wafted into the room from the
fireplace at far end, its dying embers belying the rising fires
of passionwood ablaze just a few feet away.
George clicked on the large-screen TV and put it on a 24/7
XXX-movie satellite channel as he silently offered me a refill of
my morning coffee, bringing the hand-thrown potterymug over to me
as he knelled down beside the chair where I was sitting and made
smalltalk as he sipped on his own heavily-sugared java, his thin
middle-age frame not being bothered by the liquid calories.
"Cathy really, really does love to be with women, doesn't she?"
"Yes, she does . . . I do too, that is one thing we have in
common!"
"After they finish in a bit with each other, why don't you go on
over and join in? . . . Joan and Lee won't mind . . . you know I
enjoy watching as much as participating . . . "
"Aren't you going to join in?"
"I've told you, Casey, that for my own reasons I don't fool
around with Lee . . . her and her mother are different . . .
they're women, together . . . I might join you and Cathy later
for a threesome, try Cathy out if she'd like . . . "
"Oh you know she'd like, she is bi, not lesbian, George."
Cathy and Lee were now in a solo sixty-nine on the mats in the
middle of the floor, Joan having gotten up and joined her husband
on the couch where George had slid over to after I had gotten up
from his easychair. They kissed and tenderly groped each other as
they watched the three of us on the mats.
I stuck my cock in front of Lee's face as she made an "o" with
her mouth to accept it. I hadn't been with a teen-ager since I
myself was with a teen-ager and yes, it felt good, different but
good than an adult woman's mouth. As she sucked me while frigging
my wife's pussy below she mumbled to me between breaths " . . .
Dad says you're into S&M a bit . . . "
" . . . that's right, Lee . . . "
" . . . after we fuck, will you cane me? . . . neither mom or
dad like doing it, they never even spanked me as a child . . .
but I really do enjoy it . . . so, will ya'? . . . "
" . . . sure, Lee, sure . . . " I whispered back her as my hands
held the sides of her face and my mouth-fuck of her continued.
George got up to answer a knock at the front door. In came Karen,
a fifteen-year-old neighborhood girl who was Lee's best friend
and whom Lee had turned onto women and selectively swinging
three or four months back, 'walked in to our min-orgy wearing a
tubetop and Daisy Duke shorts both of which promptly were cast
aside as she kissed George and Joan on the cheeks before walking
over to us.
"Damn, this is hot!"
"Well, don't just stand there like some statue, join us!"
"Okay, Lee, in just a minute . . . you wan' me to blow your dad
first? . . . or your mom? . . . "
"This is Casey and Cathy from North Carolina, some of mom and
dad's friends I told you about, told you they'd be here today . .
. " Lee sputtered under her breath as she began licking Cathy's
pussy once more as I moved around to fuck Lee from behind as
Cathy gave her head from underneath.
"Yeah, hi, Casey, Cathy . . . I'm on my period now, you guys
don't mind? . . . " we both nodding "no" as my cock eased Lee's
slickening pussy open more as Cathy sucked on her clit and
sometimes licked my dick from her position underneath us.
"Naw, just leave your tampon in . . . "
"Won't that hurt?"
"Uh-uh . . . " wifey replied as she slid out from underneath us "
. . . and it won't get stuck, either . . . I'll fish it out if
Casey rams too deep inside you . . . . "
Cathy kneewalked over to a now-kneeling Karen and just jumped her
bones, kissing and groping her as she nearly threw her down on
the mats and wisboned her legs open before clamping her mouth
firmly over Karen's teen-age-sized pudenda, her tampon string
hanging to one side of Cathy's lips.
Damn, that was hot. I couldn't hold back any longer. Grabbing
Lee's hips as she knelt on all fours taking me hard I just
started slamming it home. The mats slid slightly underneath us
from my vigorous thrusting. George and Joan came over and joined
us for a moment. Joan began roughly squeezing her daughter's tits
and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. My asshole momentarily
puckered tighter than a sour Mt. Olive pickle as my balls felt to
the touch of George's hand as he began lightly stroking them as I
pounded away inside his daughter's cunt. I knew George wasn't bi
at all, in fact I was positive that he was as harmlessly slightly
homophobic as I was, our conversations for years prior often
going off on rants about all the bi-men in the life-style and how
their increasing numbers were ruining the traditional balance of
traditional swinging arrangements. As long as he didn't do
anything more I didn't care.
"Just don't try to kiss me, George!" I playfully sneered at him.
Hearing that, my wife Cathy who was doing a hard fisting of Lee's
girlfriend next to us just stopped dead in her tracks and began
laughing uncontrollably at me, hee-hawing for all she was worth.
"It wasn't -that!- funny, Dear!"
"Yes it was! . . . I could hear your asshole tighten up from
here!"
At that everyone except me stopped what they were doing for a
second and laughed with but at me, even if it was at my harmless
expense.
"Sorry Old Bud, didn't mean to break your concentration, was just
trying to help you pop the biggest cork you could, sorry . . . "
George apologized as he moved a couple of feet away and sat down
cross-legged near us as Joan went back to her smooching of her
daughter and I tried to regain my composure, my concentration,
and my hard-on.
Joan moved back and back a tongue-bath of Lee's asshole and my
cock as my pace picked up once more. Karen and Cathy slid over to
where we where, Karen shoving her cunt into Lee's face as Lee and
I continued our fuck and Cathy going over to George to suck him
off.
Lee pulled her friend's tampon out with her teeth and flung it to
one side like a cat playing with a cotton mouse. Joan erected a
bit beside me to hold me close to her and hug and kiss me as a
finger began a rather hard fuck of her daughter's asshole sans
lubricant.
"Fuck her in the ass, Casey, fuck my daughter in her ass, NOW!!!,
she loves it, don't you baby?"
"Yes mama . . . yes! . . . fuck me in the ass!"
Spitting quickly on my fingers I lubed my cock as best I could
then began poking Lee's anal pucker. Joan grabbed my cock hard
and just shoved it as best she could into her only child's
butthole, pulling my entire bodyweight forward as she did. Lee's
arms were now wrapped around her friend's waist and hips as her
oral ministrations of her friend's menstruating pussy continued.
Joan rubbed her slightly saggy but never the less still firm tits
up and down my chest and back, trying to get me hotter. Having
gotten George firm enough, Cathy was now riding him atop him
facing "the other way" where she and George could watch us
better, George playfully slapping her ass when she'd slow down or
stop for a second as her concentration focused more on what we
were doing and not enough on George.
Joan started rubbing a hardened nipple on my now-unpuckering
asshole and that was pretty much it. I started slapping Lee's
asscheeks, HARD, and would move to one side or the other to
open-palm slap her now-mawing pussy as my fuck of her on all
fours got progressively harder and harder. Each hard slap of her
pussy or asscheeks made Lee wetter and wetter still. The tip of
my cock began poking the eye of her cervical os as my cock seemed
to grow as large as it had ever been. Every poke of her cervix I
knew had to be causing Lee great pain but with every poke she
just flooded out in orgasmic delight. Joan twisted around to
scoot underneath her daughter and lap up her literally-dripping
cyprinne cuntjuice flow and that truly was it, when I felt Joan's
mouth on Lee's pussy and my cock I just started coming and coming
and coming even more!
My nearing-middle-aged knees couldn't take it anymore. They gave
out the same instant my cock did. I collapsed in a heap atop the
fuckmats. Lee continued her cunnilingus of her friend for a
couple of moments before turning around to scoot atop me and kiss
me as I lay panting on the mats. She shoved her tongue in mouth,
her friend's menstrual blood still present making it a
vampire-lollypop from hell. My breaths drew deep her and her
friend's essence as my mouth greedily sucked the product of her
unbridled lust from her oral flower. As George and Cathy held
each other close their passions spent Joan joining them and Karen
snaked up to join Lee and myself in our lustful locking of souls
and bodies, I knew it was going to be a fun rest of the weekend.
~ Written in memory of my old friend George P., who passed away a
couple of years ago and whose daughter Lee along with his widow
Joan is helping keep his memory alive by keeping their local
Palmetto Socials going along their more-famous national "In
Touch" swingers' convention ~
-30-
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The Ad, Chapter 4
by
PlanetDweller
MF, MFb, MFbg, MFFb, FF, Fg, Dad/12-year-old-son incest, adult
brother/sister incest, woman/girl, stepfamily incest, BDSM, heavy
menstrual sex, reluctance, caution
Copyright (C) 2002, PlanetDweller. ALL Rights Reserved
+++++++++++++++++++++
My soon-husband-to-be Sandy drove cautiously down from Raleigh
on US 1 towards Chesterfield S.C. as I know my manual stimulation
then blowjobbing of him had to be distracting, distracting on
purpose. The rising passions offered and accepted from the night
before continued without abatement. Sandy's 12-year-old son,
Greg, watched with bemused disinterest from the backseat as now
matter how hard I tried I couldn't get Sandy to even acknowledge
getting a supreme blowjob. After last night, it's not like he was
watching something new.
Stopping for gas in Southern Pines, I hopped into the backseat
with Greg.
"Mom" he said "let's play some like we did last night" I nodding
"sure", his hands gently mauling my breasts through my top, he
calling me "Mom" each time just thrilling me to no end.
"What would my handsome stepson like to do, hhhmmm?"
"Pull your pants down and masturbate for me, now, please."
For a twelve-year-old, shoot for a forty-two year-old he had a
masterful way about him, just like his Dad. I complied
immediately. My hand found my slit as I wantonly splayed my legs
open for him. He just smiled as my hand gently frigged myself.
A trucker passing by us on the narrow two-lane US highway beeped
his horn in appreciation of the split-second show. Greg shoved a
single index finger up my cunt as I played with myself, worked it
in and out a little, then licked my juices on it clean. God, what
a perfect life! What a perfect marriage, what a perfect stepson,
what a perfect husband I had lucked up on!
Stopping at the rest stop just across the South Carolina line,
we went to our respective restroom sides to change clothes, Sandy
and Greg into business suits, me into a nice white formal-looking
but not necessarily bridal-looking dress.
The wedding ceremony itself was a blur to me. I do remember that
the Justice Of The Peace was evidently the same one that married
Sandy and his first (now deceased) wife Beverly. I do remember
both Sandy and Greg kissing me full on the lips after the
ceremony. No, wait, that was 24 hours later. Damn, it was a blur,
and we didn't bring our video camera either, damn it all, shoot!
I remember now. There was a 24 hours waiting period after
getting the license before we could legally be married, and the
Clerk Of Court office was closed on the weekends. Sandy had to
bribe the JOP a hundred-spot to marry us the following afternoon
at the Justice Of The Peace's house.
That night our pre-wedding-honeymoon went full bore. Lots of
fucking and sucking both and they each other, sure, and lots of
tie-up and whipping games for me, too.
Somewhere in the middle of the night, I mentioned to Sandy
through my gag as I lay completely bound and helpless on the bed
that while Greg was going to be his best man, I didn't have a
maid of honor.
"Oh yes, you will, Pat-ty Dear. That was going to be a surprise
tomorrow, but I'll go ahead and tell you now. My sister Kate,
Kathryn, you remember meeting her when she came over that time
for dinner when we first started dating, is driving down early
tomorrow morning. She's going to be your maid of honor, is that
okay?"
"Well, I would have preferred to have my best friend Carol be my
maid of honor" I choked out as my ballgag was removed "but sure,
I like Kate, that's fine."
"I'm glad you like, Kate, Dear, because she's also going to
participate in our honeymoon tomorrow night."
All color in my face was lost. I tried to get angry, but I
couldn't. I simply loved my loves too damn much. "What else you
want to tell me, hu?" I asked with noticeable irritation.
Greg went up to go the bathroom, sliding off the bed without
glancing back at me, as my Sandy undid my bounds and pulled up me
up close to him.
"I told you how Beverly was raised in an incestuous family, and
that's how she got us to be one?"
"Uh-hu, yeah, your point?" my slight hurt not being hid.
"Well, of course, Bev was bi, with her mother, her sisters, her
aunts, etc., and when to make a long story short, she 'seduced'
Kate when Greg was around five or six, then set up a scene where
I pretended to catch the two of them in bed, which in the end
resulted in the four of us having regular but not frequent sex
together. Beverly loved women too, Pat, and I was never going to
deny her anything."
"And just why didn't you mention this before now? It's not like
you couldn't have" my irritation now rising into mild anger and
more hurt.
"Because after you accepted Greg and mine's relationship and
your place in it, you are our sex slave, Pat, my wife, I didn't
think it necessary."
"You didn't think it was - necessary - ?!? What the fuck were
you thinking!?! Not necessary!!!"
He turned to look away for a moment and just stared at the bed
quietly. "Nope, it wasn't necessary. Pat, I love you more than
anything or anyone else ever, save Greg" as Greg came back naked
into the cheap hotel bedroom from the Lysol-smelling bathroom,
plopping down on the bed with us "but you accepted your place as
our sex slave the other night, when you agreed to be my wife.
Beverly was our sex slave too, Dear, but she was our willing one,
she was the one that introduced us to this lifestyle."
"But I've never been with another woman, San-ddddd-eeee" I
hissed back at him.
"That's not the point. As much as I love you, the only way
you'll ever be wife to -us- is not just freely but eagerly be our
sexslave, just like Greg's mom was. And that means you do what we
say, when we say, how we say. You can ask for anything, Pat, my
love, but I, we, decide."
"Well, I decide that this is a crock of shit and I want no part
of it. Take me home, now!"
Dead silence for more than a couple of moments. Greg got
dressed, then Sandy, as I lay joined them in putting on some
clothes. Neither of them looked at me. Greg's face showed a
single tear drop running down his cheek. Sandy's face was
beet-red with disappointment and hurt. The still quiet of the
rural South Carolina night rung like a giant churchbell
portending of something major to come. I didn't know what, they
didn't know what.
"You never said how long this thing with your sister Kate has
been going on."
"Since you've decided not to be my wife, I don't think it's any
of your damn business."
"Sandy . . . Sandy, I love you more than my life itself, but you
can't keep springing shit on me like this. Answer this one
question, and I'll never ask anything like it again."
My love sat down the foot of the bed with a thud, burying his
face in his hands for a moment as he did. Greg eased down beside
him. I took my place across from them, setting on the old and
cigarette-burned chest-of-drawers.
"I just told you, stupid bitch, that it's been going on since
Greg was six or seven."
"You just told me since he was five or six, which is it?"
"Stupid bitch, why do you ask questions you already know the
answer to?"
I don't know what came over me. Leaping up just three or four
feet from him, I slapped him hard across the face. It couldn't
have hurt much. I didn't leave a handprint. "Don't call me
'stupid bitch' or anything else like that ever again, gotit?!!?"
A look of rage came across his face for a split-second then
immediately went away. "Got it" was all he said.
I was at a loss. Damn, the one true love of my life, and I
couldn't get a rise out of him. A flood of future memories swept
across my mind. Memories of times to come happy, times to come
sad, times to come in all colors and shapes and sizes. I started
crying. Not just crying, bawling worse than a baby.
Greg came over to me and sat beside me atop the low dresser with
a "Mom, Mom, please don't cry, please don't cry!" his own crying
chorusing, tears running down his cheeks.
Sandy came over and joined our hug. For the longest time, we
just hugged as we all three cried tears of joy, tears of pain,
tears of relief. Then from nowhere, Sandy pulled back for a
second and slapped me across my right cheek as hard as he could,
with a "Pat, if you ever strike me again, our marriage will be at
that moment over, got it?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what, yes?"
"Yes, Sandy, your stupid bitch gets it; yes, Master, I get it."
A grin so wide he could have played four harmonicas
simultaneously came over him as he kissed me passionately on the
lips, Greg joining in too.
"And you will obey us at all times in the future?"
"Yes, my Masters, I will, your wife, your slave promises."
"Then let's go to sleep, it's been a long day" we three sleeping
like puppies in a basket all contented and happy that night.
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Morning light was accentuated by a sharp rap at the door. I
knew it had to be Kate. Sandy was good, very good. I had been
with them for seventy-two hours straight and still couldn't
figure out how he managed to call Kate and set all this up
without my knowledge.
"Mom, get the door, please" Greg sweetly commanded me as his
hand gave my tit a good-morning squeeze.
Easing off the bed I tried to ease my old nightshirt, one of
Sandy's old oversized teeshirts, but half-sleepily he mumbled
fussed at me "no", a "you will stay naked when you're with us
from now on" admonition.
"But what if it's the maid?"
"The she'll see a naked slave" he only half-jokingly replied.
Kate gave me a warm hug as I opened the door for her. If she was
to be my first woman, at least she was going to be a nice one.
Sweet by nature, smiling always and easily, her natural dirty
blond straight hair and wonderful figure stretched out on her
five eight frame, it was going to be okay, I had to keep telling
myself that.
"Did Sandy explain things to you?"
"Not really, Kate, other than the fact that Beverly seduced you
then set up a scene where Sandy pretended to catch you and her
and that was that."
"Yes, that's true, but there's more. Have you guys had breakfast
yet?"
"Nope, we were alseep, you woke us up."
"Good. I've brought breakfast. Biscuits from Hardee's okay?"
"I'm still not sure about this, Kate."
"What's there to be sure of, hhhmm? I know what Sandy told you;
either you are his and Greg's slave, or he won't marry you."
"How did you know that?"
"I've known everything since day one, Pat. Tell you what; let's
leave the biscuits for them, let's you and I go somewhere and
talk, just us girls, okay?"
We left the guys still asleep cuddled together and drove back
into downtown Chesterfield to the Hardee's there, getting some
sausage biscuits and a couple of coffees before walking the two
or three blocks to Esterling Park which also happened to be right
next to the courthouse. Finding a secluded bench away from the
main footpaths, we sat next to each other and talked as we ate.
"If Sandy had told me about this, about you, Kathryn, before
bring me down here to get married, I wouldn't have been as
upset."
"Don't BS me, Pat" she smiled without sarcasm "you're about as
straight as they come, we've known that since Day One."
"Who's this 'we' shit, Kate?"
"Sandy, Greg, and me, silly. They've told me everything since
Sandy answered your ad way back when."
"Everything?"
"Everything. Pat, it's not like this is strange to me. Beverly
was sex slave to me too, within the context of her and Sandy's
marriage, and remember, she was the one that seduced -me- then
eventually let me in on their family secret. She was the one who
showed me how much fun just letting go and enjoying can be. I was
also sex slave to her sometimes, I'm what they call a 'switch',
and am always sex slave to Sandy and Greg, though it's never
really formal, they simply do what they will with me."
"And how long has this been going on?"
"Ever since Greg was six. I used to come over around once a
month to play with them. Since Bev died, I've been coming over
around a couple of times a month, when we all want the sex. It's
no big deal."
No big deal. No big deal?!? How could she say such a thing?
"Sandy made it very clear to me last night either I accept my
place as his and Greg's slave."
"Which you already have, judging by your actions the other
night."
How the hell did she know about that?
"And part of that is evidently being your lesbian slave to you,
too, correct?"
"If that's what Sandy said, uh-hu."
More thoughts raced through my mind than I can recall right now.
One thought stuck out in particular.
"Kate?"
"Uh-hu?"
"What's the real plan? Are you going to become part of this
family, live with us full-time? If so, then I'll just tell Sandy
no-thanks when we get back. Sharing him and Greg is one thing,
having to share with some sort of co-wife is unacceptable, simply
unacceptable.
Her face went blank for a moment before she spoke once again.
"Pat, Sandy truly does love you more than anything else in this
world. He's not a liar, and he hasn't lied about that. His love
for you is very real."
"Uh-hu; I hear a 'but' coming?"
"But he and Greg got spoiled by Beverly and they never thought
that could find that kind of love, that kind of marriage ever
again. Now they have, in you. I can't speak for Sandy, Pat, my
dear soon-to-be sister-in -law, but I will tell you that I've
been living with a long-term boyfriend whom I also love very much
and whom I'll marry one day and who has no idea what I've been
doing with Sandy and Greg nor will he ever, so the short answer
to your question is: no, except for coming over every now and
then to play some with you guys, no, I won't ever be what you
call a 'co-wife'. Okay?"
I shuffled my feet on the concrete walk below the park bench,
staring at the tops of my shoes as I thought for a moment.
"I've never been with a woman before, Kate."
"Oh, I hadn't either before Bev; trust me, you'll enjoy it,
you'll see."
"Okay, then, okay. I do love Sandy and Greg so much."
"I know you do. Now, kiss me, slave."
An old couple sat on a bench just a hundred feet or so away from
us. They had been feeding the pigeons and eavesdropping on our
conversation best they could, not making an attempt to hide such.
I kissed Kate firmly on the lips, just to give the oldsters a
thrill. My hand lightly squeezed one her breasts for a second
before releasing as my tongue wrestled with hers.
"Ready to go back?"
"Uh-hu; ready to get married?"
"Yes, yes I am; and thanks for being my maid of honor."
"You're welcome."
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The ceremony at the home of the JP that Sandy had to bribe to
marry us because it was a Saturday is definitely a blur. I do
remember being kissed by Sandy and Greg both, and come to think
of it, Kate too, much to the delight of the same old Justice O'
The Peace who had also married Sandy and Bev all those years
before.
Chesterfield South Carolina being a very small town right off US
Number One Highway in the middle of northern South Carolina
nowhere lacked a decent steak house or fancy restaurant to have
our impromptu wedding reception at, so we ate at Yellow Bird
Barbecue, ate some sort of pork BBQ that was smothered in some
sort of heavy mustard barbecue sauce. Different, definitely
different.
Back at the old roadside motel just inside the town limits on
old US 1, it was virtually empty that weekend save one other car
at the far end, my Sandy carried me over the threshold much to
delight of Kate and Greg, my new stepson continuing to take
photos of the proceedings. Once inside and the door closed, Greg
kissed me again full on the lips then Kate too. My crotch was
becoming damp with anticipation.
"Well, hate to do this, but gotta run, guys" Kate said as she
hugged me good-bye. What the hey?
"Thanks for coming down to be Pat's maid-of-honor, I owe you
one."
"I'll cash it in later, brother, but Tom is waiting for me at
home, gotta run, see ya!"
I know I had a look of total disbelief on my face. All this
set-up, and now she wasn't going to stay to play with us?
"I . . . I thought she was going to stay and be part of our
honeymoon; Sandy?"
"We let you think what you wanted to, Dear; she will play with
us sometime, just not right now."
"But; but?; but"
"But what Dear? You really want to be with her that badly?"
"Uh, yeah, Hon', I do."
Kate and her brother my husband shot each other looks and then
shrugged shoulders at each other.
"Okay, slave, you can be with me for a short while, then I gotta
go."
As Sandy and son Greg undressed each other and climbed naked
atop the lumpy motel bed, hands slowly jacking each other off,
Kate stood before me, her pink dress nicely contrasting to my
all-white near-bridal-dress. She caressed my face in her hands,
removed my bridal veil from my bunned hair, letting my hair fall
to my shoulders as she unclipped it. Her hands massaged by
breasts through the thick fabric before she turned me around to
unzip me, helping me slip out of it and clipping to a hanger so
it wouldn't get wrinkled. Then shoes, then pantyhose. I stood
before her in my bra and panties as Sandy got up from the bed for
a second to help her undress, sitting back down with Greg as he
finished.
"You are so beautiful, Pat, Sandy and Greg are so lucky."
"I'm the lucky one, Kate."
"We are all lucky. Remove your panties and bra. Bend over my
knee after I sit down, slave."
"Yes, uuhmmm, yes Mistress."
Sitting on the side of the bed with Sandy and Greg very close to
us behind us, I knelt over my Mistress's lap, exposing my bare
bottom to her touch.
"Count, slave."
"Yes, Mistress."
Seee-llaaappp! I don't think I had ever been hit so hard by
anyone in my life. I knew she had to have left a bruise.
"One!" I cried out. Then two, then three, then before I could
catch my breath good, had counted up to twenty. Mistress now hand
her hand shoved inside me, fisting me for a moment.
"Taste!"
I licked my feminine essence for all I was worth. All I wanted
to do was please her. Please her and my Sandy and Greg.
"Is my Mistress pleased?"
"Yes, slave. Now, on your back."
Mistress shoved her tongue up my pussy as Sandy and Greg began a
slow sixty-nine of each other just inches away. She licked my
pussy for three or four minutes before grabbing my shoulder with
a "now do me, slave!"
I didn't need any orders. Spreading her legs wide for me, my
mouth found her pudenda. I licked her pussy and pussylips with
every ounce of passion I had. She grabbed by hair and forced my
face harder into her crotch, coming quickly.
Her eyes closed as she rested for a moment, my face still
between her legs. A thought popped into my head.
"Sandy, my love?"
"Yes Dear?"
"You said I could ask for anything I wish for, correct":
"Yes, ask for, but not necessarily receive."
"I understand. Master, would you please make love to Mistress,
you and Master Greg? It would excite me so, watching you and your
sister and son make love."
Greg stopped his part of his sixty-nine with his father to raise
his eyebrows with a "hey, why not?"
Sandy nudged me out of the way and took my place, his firmness
sliding inside his sister's well-lubed cunt with ease. As Greg
shoved his cock into his aunt's mouth, I took my place underneath
my Master and Mistress, licking Sandy's cock while it slid inside
his sister and licking her pussylips and anal bud while he fucked
her.
"Damn, Pat, that's perfect, keep going!" my Master barked atme.
Greg moved around us and took his position at my rear, shoving
his cock inside my vagina as I licked his father and aunt.
"No, honey, make love to Kate, please!"
Bodies scooting around, Kate got on top of Sandy facing him as
Greg also entered her cunt as well from behind , their two cocks
completely filling her as I took my place to the side of her,
cupping and massing her breasts as my lips sucked on her neck.
That's about all it took. Sandy soon came, then Greg, then
Mistress, then even me just from the passion of the moment, she
and I both plopping in a heap next to our menfolk.
"I hate to do this, Pat, you were terrific, really, but I really
do have to go back to Raleigh" she whined while getting up to get
dressed.
"See you soon, Sis" Sandy called to her from his sexed-out
snooze.
"Yeah, see you next week, Aunt Kate?"
"Yeah, probably, Greg-gy."
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Over the next three or four months, Kate did become a fixture in
our lives, just like she had been when Sandy's first wife Bev had
been alive. I was so, so happy. She'd come over sometimes once a
week sometimes every other week, sometimes twice a week, just
depending. And she was right, not only in my role as slave to her
but also just in general I really was starting to enjoy making
love to her, woman-to-woman.
One afternoon Greg came home from school with a friend. A -girl-
friend, as in friend who was a girl, specifically. A pert, cute,
very polite 12-year-old from his fifth grade class by the name of
"Beth". I knew what was up from the get-go. Living with my two
loves + a half (Kate) for almost six months now, I could read
them all like the proverbial books. I knew what was up, and I
didn't mind.
"Mom, this is Beth, a friend of mine from school."
"How do you do?"
"I'm fine, Mrs. Stewart, thank you."
"Mom, is Dad going to be home soon? There's something I need to
talk with you and him about."
"I don't think he's going to be later than usual, Dear, 'should
be home around six or so like usual. Is there something -I- can
help you with, Hon'?"
Greg looked down at the floor and shuffled his feet. I went over
to him and put my arm around his shoulder as Beth sat down in
Sandy's easychair.
"What's wrong, Hon'?"
"Nuthin', Mom, it's just that . . ." he placing my arm around
his waist in a gesture of open affection meant for Beth's benefit
"it's just that I like Beth, and she likes me, and I want her to
be my girlfriend."
"And you've already told her about us, haven't you?"
His mouth dropped so open I could count his cavities.
"How; how, how did you know, Mom?"
"I can read you and your father like a book by now, young man,
that's how."
"Are you mad, Mom? Do you think Dad will be mad?"
"No, I'm not mad. We've had this talk before, haven't we? Your
father and I knew this day would come eventually. You knew it
too. It's okay, son, it's okay. Give me a hug."
"Thanks, Mom!" he replied under muffled breath as we hugged then
kissed on the lips. I watched for any reaction from Beth but
there was none. A nice long hug, then I turned my attention to
Beth.
"Beth?"
"Yes, Mrs. Stewart?"
"Call me Pat, please."
"Okay Mrs. Stewart, eerrrr, Pat."
"Would you like some milk and cookies? When are you expected to
be home?"
"Yes, thank you, that would be nice, and my mom doesn't care
when or if I come home tonight."
"Would you mind if I call and confirm that with her?"
"No not at all. My number's 467-8884, you can look it up if
you'd like, it's under 'Linda Bond' "
I called the number with suspicion, looking it up in the phone
book as the machine caught it. Starting to leave a message, a
woman on the other end picked up.
"Linda? Mrs. Bond?"
"Yes, this is Linda, and it's just Ms. not Mrs. Bond; and this
is?"
"This Pat Stewart, Greg's mom; he brought your daughter Beth
home with him today, and Beth told me that you had okayed her
spending the night tonight with us. Is this true?"
"No, it's not. I told her she could spend tomorrow night, Friday
night with you and your husband and fine son Greg. Tomorrow
night, not tonight."
"Linda? What else did Greg mention to you, if I might ask?"
"Mrs. Stewart, Pat, Greg very discretely told me what kind of
relationship you and your husband and he has. Don't worry, I
won't call the cops."
"He was supposed to clear any such telling with strangers with
us before doing so."
"Please don't punish him, Pat, he's a very good boy, a fine
young man. Truth is, he and Beth became friends last year, and it
was she that told him what kind of relationship she and I have
had since she was seven or so. That's when he told her about his
'real' mom, then about you when you came into their lives. Pat,
let me call a spade a spade. I've had an incestuous relationship
with my daughter since she was seven. I'm not interested in being
with you or your husband and son along with my daughter. Beth is
becoming a grown woman, and she needs to make her own decisions.
I've had her on the pill for six months now. If she wants to be
with Greg and you and your husband, that's her decision. But your
secret is safe with me, just as I trust mine will be with you."
"Of course, errrrrr, Linda, of course."
"Let me give you my pager number before we hang up. As long as
you and your husband agree, I'll send her to school with enough
changes of clothes and all in her gym bag so she can come spend
either Friday night or the whole weekend, as you and shewishes."
"Pardon my skepticism, Linda, but could we meet briefly first?"
"Sure. Why don't I come by and pick Beth up later, we can meet
then."
"Sounds good. I was going to fix spaghetti for dinner. Can Beth
have dinner with us, and you pick her around eight-ish?"
"Sure. That way you can get to know my Beth a little better
before tomorrow night."
"Thank you, Linda. You're a great mom!"
I fucking couldn't believe it. My 12-year-old stepson wanted to
bring his 12-year-old girlfriend into our relationship, and his
girlfriend's mom had been her lesbian lover since age seven and
was cool with it. Damn. I wasn't sure what Sandy would say,
though.
"Sure, Dear, as long as Linda's for real and doesn't mind, I'm
cool with that" was his response. Like I expected him to say
anything else, that man of mine.
Linda was a short, somewhat frumpish woman with short brunette
hair and glasses. We exchanged hugs at the door as she came in,
she and Sandy also exchanging a polite hug. We talked small talk
for a while, then another while.
"You're obviously a bit skeptical still, Pat, Sandy; let me put
your concerns to ease; Beth, come here please."
Beth walked over to her mother as she sat on the couch between
us. Linda kissed her full and hard on the lips. Beth groped her
mother's breasts through her black knit top which matched her
black knit slacks, Linda rubbing her daughter's twat through her
jeans. This went on for a couple of minutes.
"Convinced now?" she asked politely but with mild irritation.
"Yes, Linda, we're convinced" husband replied "and you're sure
you're okay with this?"
"Yes, for the final time, I don't mean to be ill but yes, Sandy,
I'm okay with this. I just don't want to participate. Whatever my
Beth chooses to do or not do is fine with me. I know you'll
respect her limits and boundaries."
"Of course we will"
"I know you will, Pat."
Greg just grinned ear-to-ear, Beth similarly grinning as she
hugged myself and Sandy with a "thank you, Mother Stewart,
thanks, Sandy."
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Beth and Greg got off the school bus together hand-in-hand,
coming through the door with a mutual hug for me.
"Mrs. Stewart"
"Pat, please. Please call me Pat, please."
"Pat, I'm so excited. This is what I've been waiting for, for
over a year. I do love Greg."
"I know you do, Hon'."
"And I can't tell you how excited I am that you and Mr. Stewart
will be part of everything, too."
"We're looking forward to it ourselves, Beth. Do you need to
freshen up before dinner?"
"Yes, please. I remember where the bathrooms are. I'll be right
back."
Beth came out from the bathroom sans jeans and teeshirt, wearing
a pair of tight gymshorts and an elastic halter top with no bra
that formed out her budding 32B breasts.
"Can I help you with anything in the kitchen, Pat?"
"Yes, you can set the plates and silverware for me if you'd
like. The chicken ala' Sandy is about ready, it'll stay on warm
until Sandy gets home. All I have to do is fix the salad and
that's it."
"You are so nice, Pat. Greg's lucky to have you as his mom."
"Thanks, Beth, you're a dear" I whispered to her as I firmly but
gently pulled her near to me in a slightly passionate hug,
kissing her forehead before she raised up to kiss me on thelips.
"The only real woman I've been with is mom. I'm looking forward
to being with you, Mrs. Stewart."
"I'm looking forward to being with you too, Dear. The only other
woman I've ever been with is Kate, Sandy's sister, Greg's aunt."
"Cool!"
"Yes it is, isn't it?" my hand rubbing her tits underneath her
top a little before getting back to my kitchen chores.
Dinner went off without a hitch. Beth really was a well-mannered
and well-groomed young lady. Sandy eyed her the entire time, but
that was okay. It wasn't like I wasn't eyeing her as well,
imaging all sorts of things to come with her and my boys. Greg
sweetly held her hand all through, exchanging little puppydog
kisses with her during the meal.
Greg helped me bring out the dessert, a plain cheesecake with
strawberries and cream on the side, as Sandy changed the tone of
the conversation from vanilla to a definite chocolate.
"So, Beth, you excited by tonight?"
"Yes, Mr. Stewart, I mean Sandy. Greg and I have waited all
these months to make love. I told him I wanted tonight to be as
special for him as it is going to be for me. I just wish my mom
could be here, but she said she had rather not, not tonight."
"Maybe having Pat with you tonight will help make up for it
some."
"Yeah, I like her, she's nice, I can see why the three of you
are so happy together."
"We only talked briefly about it last night; is there anything
about our, the three of us's relationship that you are curious
about, that you don't know and would like to?"
"Not really, Mr. Stewart. I would like to ask: could you and I
make love later tonight or this weekend, after Greg and I do?"
"Sure, you're a very pretty young girl, Beth, and I'd be honored
to" Beth just beaming back at him as we dove into our slices of
cheesecake.
"Beth and I go first, Dad!" Greg gently scolding and warning his
father.
'Sure, son, sure" he replied with mock amusement.
We went into the living room and put on a home movie of the
three of us and Kate making love, Kate doing a lot of the filming
before setting the video camera up on a tripod and let it roll as
she joined us. Beth's eyes got wider and wider as she watched the
action on the screen. Sitting beside her, Greg started feeling
her up, pulling her top off with one motion.
"How far have you guys gone?" husband asked.
"Dad!" Greg shot back as he kissed Beth's tit.
"Greg's taught me how to suck his cock, Mr. Stewart, and he's
eaten my pussy a lot, but we've been saving actual sex for
tonight."
"Cool!" I replied under my breath without thinking as I knelt
before Sandy as he sat in his easy chair and whipped his cock
free.
"Pat, Sandy, can I watch you two make love before Greg and I try
it?"
"Your wish is my command, Beth" meant literally from my mouth.
I sucked Sandy hard and then stood up before him, he pulling my
pants and panties down to my ankles, my tampon string hanging
between my thighs. Beth came over to me and gave me a nice hug,
naked body to naked body, and pulled at my string, pulling my
tampon free from its fleshcage.
"My period won't bother you tonight, will it, Beth?"
"Oh no, Pat, mom and I make love all the time when she's having
hers, not a problem."
Sandy made a mumbling sound about heading to our bedroom as he
stood up and put his arm around my waist, the kids following
behind us.
"Dad, after you screw Mom, I want to fuck her before Beth and I
fuck."
"Sure, son, whatever you want."
Clothes by all what was left of them hitting the floor, Sandy
and I scooted on the bed as he dove between my legs to eat me.
God, how I loved being eaten out on my period, and he knew it.
His cock hard now stood beyond rock hard. I knew he ate me out to
please himself, not me, but I was his slave, so it didn'tmatter.
To the side of us, Beth played with Greg's hard and he her pussy
as they knelt near us. Sandy crawled on top of me and easily
entered my blood-lubricated cunt, Beth scooting down to get a
closer look of my husband's cock poking deep and deeper inside
me. I could feel her touch my labia and play with his member as
he rode me.
"God, Beth, that feels good, play with my cock a little firmer,
please" husband called out to her.
Greg's hand also joined hers, more firmly pinching and pulling
my cuntlips and stroking his father's cock.
"Like this, Beth" he instructed her.
I could see the look of amazement on her face from below. A
finger joined Sandy's cock inside me, then two, then three. It
didn't feel like Greg's. They were Beth's.
"Pat, can I play with your pussy some myself?"
"Sure" Sandy replied as he rolled off top of me.
Young Beth began an easy fisting of me, her small hand going
past her wristbone inside me as Greg started licking his father's
bloody cock clean as they lay beside us, Beth watching with glee
as he did.
"Damn, Greg" she sputtered out "you weren't lying about you and
your mom and dad!" her fisting of me becoming more rapid.
I just lay back and relaxed as Beth went to town on me. She had
obviously done this lots of times with her mother, and enjoyed
doing it.
"Now for a really good look at a man and woman making love,
Beth, scoot under us" as husband shooed her away for a moment,
grabbed me by my waist and flipped me over to all fours and just
rammed it home inside me, not that my pussy wasn't a'gaping from
12-year-old Beth's fistfuck of me.
She offered me her crimson-stained hand before scooting under,
and I accepted, licking my hemoglobic essence from her tiny
fingers as I would have been sucking five little cocks.
"Wow!" was all she said a couple of times from a point of view
to the side and underneath me, watching Sandy's beyond fully
erect cock slam its way home. She and Greg both touching us as we
fucked, dearest hubby didn't last long, and neither did I, he
slapping my ass hard several times as he came inside me, my
cervix feeling the force of his blast before collapsing on the
bed next to me.
"I'm sorry Greg, but I just got to have this" Beth whispered as
she dove down on Sandy's cock, licking and sucking my sticky
rouge residue from him, licking him as clean as she could. Greg
looked a little hurt and jealous, so she play-poked at him with a
"why don't you fuck your mom a little, then I'll lick you clean
too, 'k?"
I got on top of my most handsome of stepsons as I had done a
hundred times in the brief calendar of our lives together and
began riding him.
"Dad, hand me a crop, please."
I thought things were going to stay vanilla for fear of Beth's
12-year-old sensitivities, but I was wrong. Retrieving one from
under the bed, Sandy handed my favorite crop, a thin little
black-leather-clad short buggywhip actually, to Greg as he then
began flicking my nipples then striking my breasts at a 45-degree
angle as they hung pendulously in front of his face.
"Who's my slut, mother?" he barked.
"I am."
"Hmmmm?"
"I am your slut, my son" replying meekly as I continued to ride
him and Beth now scooted beside us to kiss me.
"Do you enjoy that, Pat, being whipped?" she asked.
"Yes, Beth, a lot."
"May I whip you some too?"
"Sure, if you'd like."
Greg handed her the whip and she began immediately working my
ass over, the reddening welts rising on my buttocks almost
matching my menstrual blood flow covering Greg's cock and balls.
Sandy had been allowing things to progress without him but now
wanted part of the action.
"Slave, turn around and face away from Greg and lean forward so
you can suck my cock."
Beth stopped her whipping of my tail long enough for me to flip
around before starting to flay away at my back as husband shoved
his cock roughly into my mouth and down my throat. I could see
from the corner of my eye that our little Beth was enjoying
things a little too much.
"Greg, this is so cool; can I do other things to your mom?"
"Sure Beth, anything you like, she's our slut for our pleasure.
But first you got to suck me off like you promised?"
Beth pushed me off and dove onto Greg's cock which was now a
solid crimson tide red, Sandy then myself joining her at his
perfect 12-year-old manhood. He hadn't come yet but our three
mouths and tongues were pushing him towards it. Beth sensed it.
"No, everyone stop, I want my Greg's cock in me now, everyone
stop, Greg, you get on top and fuck me, now!"
"Would you like me to open you up a little first, Dear?" I
politely inquired.
"Thank you, Pat, but that's not really needed; mom's been
frigging me since I was ten or so, and I've been using tampons
since getting my period; Greg's cock won't be a prob'."
Beth lay down in the middle of the bed with Sandy and myself on
either side of her as Greg scooted between her legs his cock
still bloody from my period leakage and with an ease which
surprised us all entered her, taking her male-to-female
virginity.
"MMMmmmmmmm . . . " was all she could say.
I sucked one perfectly puffie 32B breast, her nipple getting
hard between my teeth, as Sandy sucked the other one and our son,
yes, -our- son fucked away at his girlfriend.
"Mom, lick my cock as I fuck her."
My tongue bathed my loving son with all the passion I could
muster. Ferric feminine essences of my own touched my soul deep
inside me. My son was taking a virginity offered from love, and
was loving every moment of it. Sandy in the meantime had shoved
his cock to Beth's face as she began a polite nibble of it.
"Greg, come inside me, I want you to come inside me, now!"
"Mom, lick her asshole, lick my asshole, help us come!"
"Yes Dear."
My tongue found their respective anal buds which indeed drove
them over the edges of imagination. I felt my own orgasm then
felt a slug of fresh uterine shed gush from inside me to run down
my thighs.
Greg began pumping away furiously then unexpectedly came quickly
and rolled to her side, pulling her close to him.
"Mr. Stewart, Sandy, fuck me, please!"
Husband didn't need any further encouragement. Pulling away
from her mouth he quickly slid atop her and entered her, she
gasping a little at his force. If only I had a cock to join in
the fun, if only I had a cock.
"How does that feel, Beth?"
"Wonderful, Mist-, eerrrr, Sandy, wonderful."
"Hey Dad, let's double her!"
"Okay Son!"
She didn't object. I'm not sure she knew what they meant at
first, but she didn't object. Rolling over to atop him, Beth
began a slow rolling rock fuck of my sweety as Greg motioned for
me to suck him back hard, his 12-year-old hormones quickly
achieving another erection. Fucking me for a couple of moments
for lubrication, he used my blood to help part Beth's anal
tightness, she audibly gasping for air at first but not
protesting as he entered from the rear my two loves double
fucking little Beth for everything she was worth.
"How does that feel, Beth?"
"Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, wunnerful, Pat."
I wanted to help them all get off but didn't know what to do
next. Getting the toy bag out of the closet, I handed Beth some
nipples clamps and needles as Sandy fucked our guest. She shot me
a silent look of "what are these for?".
"Stick the needles in my breasts and nipples if you'd like,
it'll turn the guys on!" I audibly answered her.
Sandy was flailing away too much for her to safely work the IV
needles in my breasts, so she just began pulling and squeezing
them as hard as she possibly could.
"Harder, Beth, squeeze them harder!"
Little sweet 12-year-old Beth instead leaned over to put her
mouth on my right nipple and then bit the living shit out of it,
drawing blood with her young sharp teeth while chewing on it
before letting her weight fall back down to atop Sandy. That did
it. With Greg pumping away as hard as he could inside her
asshole, grabbing her hips and holding on, both he and Sandy
seeing what she did to my poor tit little rivulets of blood
running down from the teeth bite marks, they both came as she did
too, all of us collapsing in a heap on the bed.
For a good fifteen minutes or more we just kinda of dozed a
little together. My blood puddled underneath where I lay. Greg
and Beth lay face-to-face, as Sandy and I did as well, our four
bodies a'jumbled all over each other.
Silence. Pure golden silence. Then a "wow, Mom, Beth, Dad, that
was incredible, thanks, thanks a lot!"
"Sure, Son, your Mom and I are glad you enjoyed it so much.
Beth, did you enjoy everything as much as you seemed to?"
"Yes, Mist, yes Sandy, sorry, yes I did. It was beyond my
wildest dreams."
"Is there anything you'd like to do that you haven't?"
"No, Pat, not really. Tomorrow I would like to invite mom to
come over, if that's okay."
"Sure, but she told us she didn't want to do a scene with us."
"I know she will, once I tell how incredible you all are. Can,
would you invite your Aunt Kate tomorrow too?"
"She does have a live-in boyfriend that doesn't know about
things, but sure, if she can get away, sure."
"Pat?"
"Can you and I make love while I watch Greg and his Dad make
love too?"
"Not a problem" Sandy interjected "not a problem at all."
I held Beth tenderly in my arms as Sandy and Greg began their
play inches away from us. First s sixty-nine, then Sandy entering
his son from the side, fucking his ass with a practiced rhythm.
As they made love, Beth's hand once again pushed my legs open and
her fingers delved deep inside me. We kissed passionately. My
hand found her pussy, she jumping a little from my touch,
apparently still sore from its heavy-duty workout moments ago.
"Sore a little, Dear?" she just grinning a sweet fuck-you grin
in reply.
Greg now on all fours as Sandy fucked him in the ass, Beth now
rolled underneath to kiss him as his face lay atop a pillow and I
playfully lapped at her exposed cunt in my face.
It was going to be a perfect, perfect weekend indeed.
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