And so the Morton family explores yet another new, erotic sensation; one that before tonight, none of them had dreamed was possible. As her children fuck both of her holes, Trish fucks them back just as eagerly. Though neither realize it, in her dream Trish finds that her daughter now has a lovely, fat cock! And as with dreams, she doesn't question this oddity; it seems quite reasonable...and all too delicious!
Kristin finds that she loves fucking her mother with the dildo: as she thrusts upward, she adores the sound of her mother's cries and moans, of the sweetly-nasty sound of wet shafts moving in sucking, tight holes, and of the slap of flesh on flesh as Nick's hips spank their mother's ass; the feel of her mother's tits swaying, brushing against hers; and the feel of her mother's lips on hers as Trish lowers herself to kiss her daughter, their tongues meeting, intertwining, and dancing; Kristin feels her mother's sweat dripping onto her already-wet skin. All of these impressions combine to cause her to fuck her mother even harder! And she knows she will cum; the little nubbin of plastic on the inside of the dildo, pressing against her inflamed, throbbing clit with each thrust, leaves no doubt of that.
The bed creaks and moves as their movements become more frantic; the sounds of grunts, moans, and cries fill the room, as does the scent of aroused cunt and ass. Mother, son, and daughter fuck; they have been lovers for some time now, and tonight they enter a new realm: with the seduction of their sleeping mother, and now their delirious fucking of her both of her holes, another limit has been breached and their happiness can reach new heights.
Nick is humping madly now, his hips slapping his mother's jiggling ass hard, his cock a shining blur in her widened but still-tight asshole. Looking down he can see his sister's rubber prick, another glistening piston in their mother's pussy. And the scent wafting up to meet him is driving him to new extremes of need and exertion; he somehow increases the speed of his thrusts, sweat streaming down his face, slim torso, and flying off onto his mother's wide ass, hips, and back. His sister's movements match his; he can hear her, and their mother, gasping, wetly kissing, crying out in their mad abandon. Kristin's hips are slapping against Trish's every bit as hard; she balances on her shoulders as her hips and back are off of the bed with the fucking of her mother's cunt.
Nick is caught by surprise when he hears his mother's orgasm begin; he is close, but thought he had more time. Still, he loves nothing more than cumming with his family-lovers, so he finds the wherewithal for a final, crazy flurry of thrusts, his mother's tight asshole and soft bowels giving him that extra push...and as Trish cums, so does he. And so does Kristin. Their spasmodically jerking, humping, climaxing bodies become one for a few, brief, glorious moments.
"OH GOD!" "FUCK!" "SHIT YES!" "CUMMING!" "SO FUCKING GOOD!" "MMMMMM!" "GODDAMN!" "MOM!" "BABIES!" "FUCK ME!" "FUCK ME!" "FUCK ME!" "LOVE FUCKING YOU!" "LOVE YOU FUCKING ME!" "LOVE YOU, DARLINGS!" "LOVE YOU, MOM!"
Their orgasms seem never to end, and end all too soon. Nick's spurts of thick, hot semen lessen within Trish's soft bowels; Trish's waves of agony/ecstasy diminish despite the sweet filling of her pussy and caressing of her clit by Kristin's dildo and Nick's filling of her ass; Kristin's delirium of excruciating sensations ebbs though she doesn't slow the thrusts of her rubber prick into her mother's cunt. And soon enough, they die altogether.
The Mortons sway for a while, gasping shivering throbbing jerking sweating; then with a seeming mutual agreement, they fall to the bed, the shafts still implanted deep within Trish. And thus they descend to deep, undreaming sleep, pressed closely, inseparably, together: Trish, Kristin, and Nick; mother, daughter, son...lovers.
The End.
Sheila
Between my junior and senior year of college, I lived at my parents' summer home on one of the exclusive islands off the coast of Massachusetts. My family is pretty well off, and I had spent many a summer there.
It was a glorious July afternoon, but I was bored, thinking about all the attractions of the big city where my college was. There just wasn't much to do on the island, and I was too restless to enjoy it the way I used to. Throwing a Frisbee around with a few friends at the beach, I noticed a new girl coming out of the surf in a dripping, clinging bikini. Right away I realized what I really needed.
She had straight, light brown hair, bleached by the sun and hanging halfway down her back, liquid green eyes with long eyelashes, and the body of my dreams. Her breasts were firm and high. She had slim hips, a flat, tight tummy, and thighs that made my mouth water. I just stood there and stared as she approached. Maybe my mouth was hanging open or something, because she laughed as she introduced herself. Her name was Sheila. I dropped out of the game and followed her to her beach blanket.
She was younger – just out of high school. Talk seemed to come easily. She had a cute, girlish way of tilting her head to one side and then the other as she was making a point. Her overall attitude was upbeat, and she was no bimbo – our conversation went beyond small talk to politics and favorite novels. I learned that her parents were wealthier than my own. She was from an old, aristocratic Connecticut family, but she had not let her wealth or beauty go to her head.
Sheila said she had been going to a nude beach farther up the shore, but small airplanes keep buzzing that beach to get a look at her and the other sunbathers. I took advantage of that to turn the conversation toward sex, and she turned out to be remarkably candid on the subject. She was not a virgin, but she was still waiting for a guy who would treat her right. Apparently her sexual experience had all been in the backseat of a car, and her ex-boyfriend had usually been in a hurry or too rough, or both.
Incredibly, she told me all this while looking me straight in the eye. A few seconds later, she was running her fingers through my hair, exclaiming how curly it was. I had just taken off my baseball cap to hide the flagpole in my lap. It was clearly my move now, and I took the chance: "Let me make love to you," I said. "Long and slow."
"Where?" she replied, without hesitation.
By a stroke of luck, my uncle had a fishing shack back in the dunes. He hardly ever used it, but a few weeks earlier, on the mainland, he had asked me to fix a broken window there.
"Follow me," I said, standing up and taking Sheila's hand in mine. We walked for about 20 minutes through the dunes, stopping every so often to kiss, each time more passionately than the last. Finally, I slid my hands underneath her swimsuit to squeeze her round little ass and pull her pubis against my rock-hard erection. Then, because I knew the shack was just over the next dune, I took her hand and we ran the rest of the way. She was giggling.
I didn't have the key to the padlock on the front door, but it was easy to unhook the shutters, reach in through the broken windowpane, and unlock the window. It opened easily. I boosted Sheila up, then climbed in after her. The shack was dark, so I opened the shutters and window on the other side, too. There was that musty smell of a place that has been neglected for years. It was only one room, with a chair, an old dresser with a kerosene lamp on it, and a double bed.
Sheila immediately stripped off her suit. I did the same, and the old springs creaked as we lay down together, smiling. I wanted to show her how delicious slow lovemaking can be, but it was all I could do to hold back. Lying on our sides, we began to kiss and stroke each other. As I ran my hand down her back, she slid her tongue into my mouth and snuggled closer. We were both breathing fast as my hand continued down and over those two round hills of her ass, then to the back of her knee. On the way back up, I slid my hand around to the front of her hard thighs and let one eager finger dip into her crotch. There I felt the silkiest pubic hair ever, and just the outer lips of the hot, slick purse between her legs. She was ready! My penis was twitching.
Just then, she rolled over onto her back, and I continued our deep kissing while my hand began to explore the contours of her supple young breasts. They were tightening up, and I moved my mouth down to a small pink nipple that was already hard. Gentle sucking produced a long moan from Sheila, and as my adventur
ous hand slid down her suntanned tummy to her cute, spongy mound, her knees came up and open in a single motion. Immediately the odors of suntan oil, sweat, and dust were eclipsed – the small room was filled with that wondrous marine smell of the aroused female.
Her pussy was red-hot and very wet. As I gently fondled her sweet vulva, she arched her back. When my grateful fingers entered her slippery wetness, her moans grew louder. Her eyes were closed.
I moved to the end of the bed and began to lap at the honey between her legs. "Yes," she whimpered. Her head started thrashing about, and her breathing grew heavier. She raised her pelvis to me, and I increased the pace of my licking and nibbling. She tasted heavenly. She squirmed, attempting to line up her clitoris with my tongue. After avoiding it for a while, I took that slippery button in my lips and started to suck, flicking it with my tongue every so often. Simultaneously, I ran my hands up her sides and lightly pinched her nipples. She went wild. A powerful orgasm ripped through her body; she bucked three times, screaming, "Oh...Oh...OH," then started trembling. Her thighs locked against my ears. I was still pinching her nipples. The trembling lasted so long that it made me think of electroshock therapy.
"Oh my GOD," she said, when the orgasm finally subsided and she had caught her breath. Her legs fell open again. A cool ocean breeze wafted through the room. Her thankful eyes sought mine; my head was still between her legs.
"Come in me," she whispered, reaching out to pull me up.
I slid my penis in slowly as I lowered my lips to hers. Her vagina was tight, but so hot and wet that it was no problem to inch my way in. Although it will not be news to male readers, I just have say here that the first entry into a new pussy is a true glimpse of the divine. I had never felt so alive.
Sheila made a growling sort of sound as I began to stroke slowly in and out. I knew I wasn't going to last long. After a minute or two, I grabbed her darling little ass with both hands. My stroking turned to pumping, then to pounding. Her legs came up around me, and her hands slid down my back. I licked her salty neck and nuzzled her sweet-smelling hair, pounding, pounding. Her eyes and her mouth were open wide with a look of rapture. Her whole face was flushed.
Sheila's eyelids began to flutter. She gripped me tighter with her arms and legs, and then her trembling started again. I came with a long, loud groan, and our orgasms fed each other – the intensity was incredible as her vagina contracted again and again, pumping my penis for every drop of cum. We hugged each other tightly as we rode out the last of the involuntary twitches. Then I drew back my head and we smiled at each other. It was that tender time of afterglow. We kissed and nuzzled some more, then sank into a nap. Both of us were drained.
When we awoke, hot and sweaty, the kissing started again, and Sheila's fingers began to explore my body. She took my penis in her fingers and gently stroked the underside, near the head. Bingo – another erection. She said it was beautiful. She lowered her mouth and began to suck me. I pulled her hips around and over my head, and that sweet pussy was mine again. We literally gobbled each other up – licking, sucking, bucking – and we came together again with torrential orgasms. We were in awe of the power we had to give and receive pleasure, and we showed our appreciation in every way we could think of.
It wasn't easy for us to part that evening, but we both had to get home. We agreed to meet at the shack again the next morning. Needless to say, I wasn't bored again all summer.
The End.
Holiday to Remember
There we were, Alex, Joe and myself, 3 co-workers on a weekend break to Brighton, England. We were to be staying at Joe's friends farmhouse for two nights to get away from the city life and enjoy a few days fishing and golfing.
I was driving, heading along the highway when Alex asked "is it a big house, where are we going to sleep?"
Joe explained we were all to be sleeping in the farmhouse but we were both taken back when Joe revealed there were only one single bed and one double bed. It quickly dawned on the two of us that one of us would have to share a bed with Joe, both Alex and I knew what a well hung chap Joe was!
Joe was now in his late thirties and had quite a reputation amongst the ladies at work.
I asked "who gets the single bed?"
"We'll have to toss for it," suggested Joe.
"Whoever gets the same side will share the bed!"
We stopped the car and all tossed a coin, Alex called out first,
"heads,"
I looked down, I had tails, I was relieved I wouldn't be sharing a bed with Alex, then I realized whatever side Joe threw he would be sharing with one of us tonight.
"Tails!" Alex shouted out.
"Which lucky one of you will be sampling my python tonight then,"
"it's not me," Joe was grinning with delight, a shiver crept down my spine as I sank into my seat and dreaded the rest of the holiday.
There were a few jokes during the rest of the journey but what was there to worry about, Joe was straight as was I and we were both married, what harm could come I kept telling myself?
That evening we all spent the night in the local pub, we all got drunk on beer and whisky and then about midnight we returned to the farmhouse. We were all a little tired and after a coffee went up to our rooms; sure enough there was a double bed in one room for myself and Joe to share. I quickly cleaned my teeth, stripped down to my boxer shorts and got into bed.
I didn't want Joe to see me changing as my penis was just about 6 inches long compared to Joe's legendary python, but I couldn't help discretely watching as Joe undressed and then got into my bed. There seemed to be quite a bulge in his pants, I wondered if he was semi-hard or could he really be that big while flaccid. All seemed to be fine as we said goodnight to each other and joked about how the local girls had rejected Alex's advances. Soon enough the light was turned off and I faced away from Joe and went into a doze. I couldn't get out of my mind that such a huge cock was just a couple of feet away, my cock began to stiffen at the thought of what may happen and I wondered if his cock was also stiff. What was he thinking about, was all the joking about taking my virginity just a tease?
The nearest thing that I had got to anything close to thinking any gay thoughts was when I experimented by cross dressing in the bedroom several years back, when I tried my wife's knickers and suspenders on in private. Tonight seemed a little different, there was definitely some nervous tension not knowing what was to happen.
I lay there for ages, then he started to stir, suddenly I felt a hand come over my waist.
"Sheila, Sheila," Joe whispered.
He seemed to be dreaming and then he rolled back to his side. Phew, what was that about, Sheila must be his wife? Surely he won't confuse me for her?
Then I sensed him lying behind me, first the warmth of his breath on my back then there was that bulge pressing along the back of my boxer shorts, sure enough I knew what it was but it was growing, it felt twice as long as mine. Again an arm came over my waist and a hand pressed on my tummy, then it traced its way down and lightly gripped around my now stiffening cock and started to gently massage it, I had to admit it was enjoyable but it felt wrong. What should I do now? This was the time to stop it or just take whatever was coming. I just laid there and enjoyed a few minutes of gentle strokes, then I felt a tug on my boxer shorts and they were gradually lowered below my ass cheeks.
Nothing was said at all. Next I felt a finger trace up and down between my ass cheeks and then suddenly a cold feeling as an oily finger was lubricating around my ass. I winced as a finger entered my tight ass, my sphincter stretched to accept this foreign object which gently stroked in and out of my tightness. It felt strange but exciting; would I really let him force his huge cock in my ass, could a virgin ass take the biggest meat in the factory? Would he tell everyone at work what an easy fuck I was? What would my wife say if she found out? Would he split me in two?
Then suddenly he let go of my cock and turned me around facing me down with my ass slightly raised in the a
ir and he put his hands on my waist. I felt a soft warm object firmly pushing at the entrance to my virgin ass.
"Just relax," Joe said.
I tried, my heart was beating like never before, I tried to relax and pushed back gently to feel my sphincter starting to dilate, it was stretching and stretching, could I take such a cock? How big was it? I hadn't really seen it but it felt huge. By now the head was just in, it was painful, there was no going back now, he rested it with the head inside of my anal ring for a minute letting me get used to the stretching and as we both felt my ring relax around his penis he then moved forward pushing in two more inches inside me. He rested then pushed another two inches inside of me, then another two. I reached behind me, I touched his cock at the entrance to my ass, to my shock there was still 4 fingers width to go in. I already felt more than full as he pushed forward again.
He started slowly thrusting his cock inside me, the rhythm was slow, I tried not to make a noise so that Alex didn't know about our secret and bit the pillow hard, he was now going for it and I felt his wiry pubes on my ass cheeks, I now knew he was completely inside me and felt some achievement at taking this 10 inch monster inside of me. For ten minutes he pounded my ass and as he did so I felt his hand reach around and grip my penis. After four or five strokes I felt my body stiffen and he increased the stroke rate until he had me on the edge of my first orgasm. He stopped the thrusting and pushed in as deep as possible. My ass tightened around his cock, my body trembled as he milked my cum onto the sheet below, the biggest orgasm I have ever known, I moaned out aloud and then slouched forward onto the bed but I was still impaled on his rigid pole.
I could feel my warm sticky cum on my belly from the wet sheets below and he stated to fuck even faster than before. I started to feel a throbbing feeling from within and then he erupted, spurt after spurt into my invaded ass. After he had finished cumming he lent forward, and we rested both having been fully pleasured. I felt his cock gradually shrink and slip out of my stretched ass. Cum trickled down from my ass and down my crack. I felt so guilty but ecstatic.
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