"More than a daughter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Preston Ken)

CHAPTER FOUR

We were all so happy. Mom and I got to giggling like schoolgirls and my father's boisterous laugh filled the whole family room, when we were sitting around in our pool robes, drinking wine. It was just our happy, relaxed mood. Plus the fact that none of us could handle the wine very well. The room didn't sway or spin, for me, but I was more than a little fuzzy in the head and my hot feeling was still very much with me.

I was sure I would never get enough fucking with my daddy, to satisfy me. I knew now how my mom felt about sex, and why she kept him so busy in their bedroom when he was home, off the road. She would screw with him until he was so punchy at the breakfast table, that he hardly knew which end was up. I bet I was going to be the same way, but I wondered where all the cock I needed was going to come from. Daddy had just so much time and strength, after all. I did have two brothers, however, and the world beyond our mountainside home was packed full of horny kids my age. I began thinking about fucking with Dirk and Allen. And Teresa was around, too. Her room at the far end of the house was small but very comfortable – and she had a neat queen-size bed.

When my mom's robe fell open when she reached under the bar for another bottle of wine, I could see her golden patch fuzzing out so pretty. Our maid's dense thatch of blue-black hair came kind of swimming before my eyes, and I got hotter than ever. Did I go for girls, too? Well, why not? The wine was making me awfully warm. I tossed my robe on the sofa and stretched out, sighing happily.

I must have drifted off to sleep for a few minutes. My pussy woke me up, responding to someone's hot tongue flicking over my clit. I opened my legs first, and then my eyes. There was Allen kneeling beside the sofa, sucking on my cunt so hungrily I thought he'd pull my lips off. "Allen, what are you doing?" I asked, still half asleep. "Where's Daddy? And Mom?" I looked around the big room, but my father was gone. Mom was sitting on a barstool, pretty tight, I thought. Her robe was open and her hand was down between her legs. She was smiling, watching one of her twin sons sucking like crazy on her daughter's cunt!

Now I was really wide awake! The fact that Allen had started to suck me with his mouth, right in front of my mom, made me start thinking furiously. It was obvious there must have been sex, or some understanding between them, before tonight. I remembered Allen saying he got screwed one time, and it was terrific. Was my mom the woman he had had?

I knew I wasn't thinking very clearly. The short nap I'd had rested me, but it did not do much to clear away the effect of the wine. My poor head was full of questions. My mom had protested just a little at my having sex with her and Dad, but she seemed to have come to terms with the situation awfully fast. I knew she had a sex drive that was impossible to satisfy. Boy! Did I ever know it! I had seen the way she tackled my father, screwing him with a driving hunger for the sensations his cock brought her, like I knew I too would develop very quickly. And I had not heard that word incest very much in the past few hours.

It was disturbing to me, in a way, to learn that Allen had been diddling around with Mom in some way or other, because otherwise why would she almost "bless" what he was doing to me right now? Oh hell! Nuts to the questions and problems. I was so hot for sex, that was all that mattered, and anyway, Allen was turning out to be real good with his mouth on my cunt. I spread my pussy lips wide open so I could see my clit standing up perky and stiff.

Allen took his cue and concentrated his tongue work right on my clitty. It seemed I couldn't open my legs wide enough. My tummy was trembling. It was hard to breathe, I was so damn hot. Thrilling jolts, like electricity, ran through me each time he stopped for a second or two and then his tongue made contact again. He seemed to know exactly what to do, down there, to drive a girl into fierce, tummy-cramping climaxes. I got off three in a row, sort of little ones, but I knew the wine was getting in the way of the messages my pussy was trying to send up to my fuzzy brain.

Mom shed her robe on her way across the room to us, weaving just a little, but with her eyes on her target – Allen's hard cock sticking up in the air. She lay down on the floor beside him and her mouth zeroed in on his cockhead like a homing pigeon. That told me a lot about my mom and my brother! I guessed he had had some education on cunt sucking from someone who really dug feeling a man working with his mouth between her legs – my own mom! She licked him and sucked on his cock more gently than I had, and with a few tricks I didn't mind learning, laying there relaxed while Allen roamed around deliciously between my open thighs. He couldn't take much in the way of a blow job, I discovered. While I watched, round-eyed, my mother lay down on the soft rug and lifted her knees up almost to her chest, exposing her beautiful box to her son's easy entry. His mouth left me very promptly. His cock trembled at the entrance to her snatch, for just a brief moment, and then it slid into her, completely disappearing from sight inside her golden nest. He fucked her much like my daddy, but without the real expertness that I guessed a man had to learn as his cock enjoyed more pussies as he went through life. They were so wrapped up in each other I suddenly felt very much alone, even though I could have reached right down to them and felt Allen's stiff cock with no strain at all. I needed a cold shower in the worst way. I bent to give my brother a quick kiss and shuffled off to the bathroom.

The hot shower was just what I needed! I toweled my skin until I felt radiantly alive. All the wine cloud that had been fogging my mind was blown away. I felt ready for love, and that sent me in search of my daddy.

I couldn't find him in his bedroom and he was not in his study. Teresa! I bet myself a big cookie he was with her! When I stood outside her bedroom door I knew he was in there, with her. The odd little sounds he made when he got turned on were coming from Teresa's bed. I walked boldly into her room, stark naked and ready to get into whatever action was going on. There they both were in the center of her bed! She was crouched over his strong body, his erect cock in one of her hands and with the other she was doing his cock with a long, thick white vibrator. My father's face was buried between her legs, working on her cunt so eagerly he was totally surprised to look up and find his daughter watching him eating our maid like a man starved for pussy. He looked… well, sort of sheepish. Like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. But then he shrugged with his shoulders and went right on with his tongue work, parting her cunt lips with two fingers and licking her stiff clit so neatly I could see her pussy hole open and shut with quick spasms.

Teresa acted bold as brass. Why not? She had the master of the house sucking on her cunt. I knew before long I'd see her nails raking my father's ass just like she had done when my brother had his cock deep inside her. Sure enough, in another minute she dropped the vibrator, grinned at me and lay down on her curvy back on her bed and waited for my dad to mount her. She did not wait long! It was Dirk and Teresa all over again, but this time the cock she was fucking, glassy-eyed with her hot passions, was more expert than the smaller version I'd watched plowing into her black snatch.

I was totally amazed at the animal heat she radiated, and how she stroked his cock with such steady, long sweeps of her hips. She rocked her hips down until only the very tip of his cock was in her, then took him in steadily until he was balls-deep in her wet hole. She screwed much differently than my mom, but then so did I. I guessed all women reacted in their own personal ways, to a stiff cock.

I began to feel like an orphan kid. Sexually, I mean. Everybody in the house was getting theirs, but me. Sharing Daddy with Mom was one thing, in my mind, but if he wanted to fuck the maid, let him do it solo, I figured. Judging by the grip she had on his tool, he would be pretty pooped when she let him go. I wandered out of her room, feeling pouty as a spoiled brat.

Where the hell was Dirk all evening? I looked in his room, but it was as empty as my pussy. I decided – fuck it! A swim in the pool would keep me busy for a while. It was a very warm night, and the moon still hung like a huge silver ball in the sky. I paddled around the shallow end, luxuriating in the feel of the water tickling my cunt when I opened and closed my legs. I pulled myself up on one of the floats and just drifted, watching the moon duck under a cloud and then slide out to shine down on me.

I heard Dirk's van crunching on the gravel driveway. In a minute I saw his form appear from the shadows of the garage and come toward the pool. "Dirk!" I called to him. "Come on in and swim with me. The water's super nice." He waved and started shedding his clothes on the lawn as, he made for the pool. His cock bounced as he walked, gleaming white in the moonlight and looking so much like my father's that my pussy started it's old itchy clamor for attention.

I slid off the raft and paddled to the side of the pool. He dove in and came up close to me. "Hi, Sis. Where is everybody?" I was tempted to tell him his father was in the maid's room, screwing the hell out of her hot cunt. And that Allen and Mom were getting it on in the family room. But I held my tongue and just replied casually, "Guess they are all asleep. Were you out on the town?"

He grinned and came closer to me, his hands resting on my hips. The tip of his cock touched my pussy fur, teasingly. "I was just out driving around sort of aimlessly. Thinking about you, to be truthful."

My hands closed around his stiffening cock and I grinned impishly at him. "And were you thinking about maybe doing your loving sister?" His thing was up like a flagpole now. "Could be," he said, turning serious. I held on to his neck and opened my legs for him, just the way I had for the older version of his cock. He guided himself to the tight entrance to my cunt and stopped right there. "Are you sure you want me to do this?" he asked. For an answer I pulled him tight to me. He drew in his breath sharply as he felt himself sliding into my slick pussy that promptly clamped down on his rigid length the second he was all the way in. "My God, Deb! You are so tight I can't believe it!"

I breathed in his ear, "Don't talk. Please fuck me and slow… yes, like that… ooooh… your cock feels so nice in there… oh, Dirk, let's get the hell out of this pool and over on the lounge… please!"

He held me tight to him, never taking his cock out of my quivering hole. He half floated, half walked me to the pool steps and up and over to the lounge, laying me flat on the soft cushion without ever slipping out of me. He fucked me gently, lovingly, very slowly, and with such tender consideration for exactly the pace and the stroke that I wanted that I almost cried for joy. I let my arms and legs fall limp, relaxing completely, feeling his super neat cock working in and out, in and out, steadily and deeply. His lovemaking was that of a much older and experienced man, I thought. He made me feel very much loved, inside me. I had no desire at all to strain for a climax. I hoped he wouldn't come for hours and hours.

I don't know how long we screwed on that lounge. Every now and then he would pull his cock out and push himself down so he could eat my pussy for a while, holding my cunt lips open and traveling around in my soft pussy flesh like a man with all the time in the world to make a long, long trip. Then he would slide back into my cunt again, raising my legs up high so we both could see his tool glide in and out of my hole with such heavenly friction that I began to realize that how it felt to be fucked depended on the man behind the cock – and how you reacted to his particular style of lovemaking.

The lawn was beginning to grow lighter with the coming of Sunday's sun, and we were still rolling sensuously around on the comfy lounge, screwing our hearts out like we were lovers just reunited after long long months of being in two separate worlds. When we finally sort of coasted to a stop, it wasn't because we had had enough of each other. It was because two young kids had gotten so damn hungry we just had to truck off to the kitchen and raid the fridge.

To my surprise, Mom, Allen and my father were all around the big table in the kitchen, feeding their faces hungrily. They were all naked as the day they were born. Dirk and me were greeted as though we'd been away on a trip for a long time. Actually, although we didn't blab it around the table, we really had been!

A small mountain of goodies disappeared before we all leaned back in our chairs, groaning and patting our full stomachs. Allen was sitting on one side of me and Dirk on the other. I casually dropped my hands into their laps, checking my mom and dad's faces to see their reaction to my movement. Mom just smiled. My father looked at me, frowning a little, but then he smiled and stood up, reaching for my mother's hand. "It's bedtime, kids. At least for the old folks in the family. See you later." They drifted out of kitchen, their arms around each other like two newlyweds. I was left alone with my twin brothers, twin cocks rising stiffly in my teasing hands.

I circled the heads of their cocks with the tips of my fingernails, feeling them jump and grow even harder. "It has been a long day, hasn't it?" I asked.

"Yes," they chorused.

There were no preliminaries needed, when we tumbled into my soft bed. I was so slick, inside, that Dirk's cock went into my tight hole in one long stroke. "And what is Allen going to do with his dick?" I asked Dirk. He thought for a second, looking at Allen's lonely tool out in the cold.

"If you can handle us both at the same time, why not lay on top of me, put me in you, and then let Allen slide right into you, riding on my cock?" I bet myself it would hurt to stretch that much, but I was more than game to try something new to me.

I crouched on my knees over Dirk and worked his cock into my hole very quickly. When he was settled in me, Allen came up in back of him, on his knees, and pressed his tool against my stuffed pussy and against his brother's prick. He pushed gently but firmly. No go! I could not open enough to take them both. I was starting to tighten up, too much, for my mounting excitement at taking both my brothers at the same moment. "Wait, Allen. Let me try to relax a second. Now… get your cock wet on Dirk's thing when he slides in and out of me… yes… that way. When he pulls out, you go in, sort of alternate… oh! Christ…! This is fantastic, my pussy is screaming. You've got it now. Jesus, you guys! Oooooh… I've always got a cock in me, now… even though I'm being stroked in and out… oh, I can't take much of this." Neither could my brothers! I was so new that, even relaxed, I was tight as a drum around their cocks. The sensations of rubbing a hard cock and a soft-fleshed cunt at the same time must have been terrific for Dirk and Allen. It was an experiment that ended too soon for all of us, but our coming was simply not to be put off. The moment I got mine, they both pulled out. They didn't have to touch their cocks with their hands at all. Twin fountains of spurting cum rocketed up into the air as their bright red dicks unloaded their hot loads. That did it! For all three of us. Nothing seemed so important now as just sacking out and drifting off to meet the sand man.