"The family_s wild ways" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stevens Harry)

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Hi, baby, it's me," he said when Mitzi answered the phone.

"Daddy! Wondered when you'd turn up. Are you all right?"

"Getting by. Staying in a motel, living on hamburgers and thinking about you. Sorry I had to leave you there to take the heat, but I just couldn't face your mother. But since the cops haven't come looking for me yet, I figured that, well, all hell didn't bust loose after all."

Mitzi wasn't sure how much of the truth she should reveal. So, for now, she settled on telling her father that he'd be surprised the way things had worked out since he'd been gone.

"Like, uh, what?" Vic Morgan warily asked. Stalling for time to decide what else she ought to tell him, Mitzi suggested, "Why don't I come see you tonight and explain then, Daddy? It's kinda tricky over the phone right now."

"Oh, I get it," Vic said. "Your mother's there. Okay, here's where I'm staying."

He gave Mitzi the name of a motel on the outskirts of town. She told him she'd be there about eight.

"Good enough," Vic agreed. Then he anxiously added, "Uh, one other thing. Tonight. When you're here, think there's a chance that maybe you and me… that I might get to… well, you know what I mean, baby?"

"Horny, huh, Daddy?" Mitzi knowingly teased.

"Sitting right here with a hard-on just from talking to you, princess," Vic openly admitted now. "Haven't had a piece of ass since the last time I fucked you."

"We'll see what we can do about that," Mitzi cried. "Bye now, Daddy. See you tonight."

When the call was over, Mitzi turned around and saw her other parent standing there. It didn't surprise her. She'd had the sixth sense while she was talking to her father that her mother was in the same room.

"Well, Mom, guess you know who that was," Mitzi said.

Gwen nodded, sighing. "Things have been going so well with him gone that I almost forgot that I'm still married to your father. I overheard you say you'd see him tonight. What happens when you do?"

Mitzi's answer was one of those kind where she didn't know what she'd say until she listened to it herself, coming out as, "What happens tonight with Daddy depends on you, Mom."

Gwen said she didn't understand, but the glint in her eye showed that she was definitely curious.

Again, Mitzi winged it, just as curious as her mother was about what she had in mind.

"Poor guy has a couple of problems," she said. "He's really horny for some pussy. That's number one. Number two is that Daddy's on the hot seat worrying about whether you found out he fucked me."

"Don't blame him either way," Gwen replied. "But what can I do? Isn't me your dad's horny for, I'm just his wife. And how can I explain to him that I've been screwing around in this family so much more than he has? Like, there's the brother-sister thing. Back when Ernie and I were kids, and now all over again. Then there's you and Ned that I've fucked, too, my own kids. What husband could deal with all of that?"

"What choice does he have?" Mitzi countered. "Daddy either swings with the rest of us, or not at all. Bottom line is that the sooner he finds out we're all sucking and fucking with each other, the better. And, if he finds out through you where it's really at, it'll hit home most of all."

"Then, what you're saying is," gulped Gwen, "that you want me to go see him in your place tonight?"

"That's how I have it figured, Mom."

"But he's expecting to fuck you, isn't he?"

"That can wait," Mitzi said, her plan clear in her mind now. "First, it's your job to set Daddy up so he'll understand we're all in this together."

"H-how?"

"The same way any wife gets what she wants from her husband. A new washing machine, your own car, a joint checking account – you've hit Daddy up for every one of those, haven't you, Mom? And I'll bet that every time you threw in an extra-special piece of ass in the deal to make up his mind."

"It's how marriage works," Gwen sheepishly admitted.

"Well, this time, Mom, the stakes are a whole lot bigger. Are you wife enough for the job?"

"Then you want me to f-fuck your father tonight?" Gwen stammered.

"Like you never have before, Mom."

"But where'll you be?"

"Right outside the door, waiting for you to curl Daddy around your little finger with his big cock in your tight cunt."

"Then?"

Mitzi just laughed, but her mother got the message.

Vic Morgan looked at the clock. It was eight on the dot. Then he glanced at his bulging crotch. Yes, he anxiously thought, the time and his cock were right for his daughter to appear and turn his drab motel room into heaven on earth.

And then the knock on the door he so eagerly anticipated occurred. Vic leaped from his chair to answer, with visions of Mitzi's beautifully blonde teenaged cunt dancing in his head.

"Baby," he said as he opened the door. "Hope you're in the same shape I am. Horny as hell."

Vic stopped short and choked on the rest of his unspoken words.

"Surprised to see me?" Gwen smirked. "Of course you are. The last thing that tits in with a married man and a cheap motel is his own wife."

Finally, Vic recovered. "All right, Gwen… what do you want?"

"Inside at the moment," Gwen said. "It's chilly out here."

She brushed past her husband, leaving him to close the door behind her. Then, when Vic turned around, his wife was a sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Actually," Gwen snickered, "this isn't the first time Mr. and Mrs. Vic Morgan have been in a dump like this. Come to think of it, we spent our honeymoon somewhere that wasn't much different."

She bounced on the mattress now, making the springs squeak.

"At least the bed's good," she said. "But I guess it's the one thing you're paying for when you check into this sort of place."

Then Gwen fell all the way back, her body bouncing.

"Mmmmmmm, feels familiar," she sighed. "Almost makes me feel like a new bride all over again. Remember what I was wearing that first night, Vic?"

"Some kinda."

"Pink nightie," Gwen finished far him when he strained to recall. "This ought to refresh your memory."

She had on a trench coat. Now she opened it. And underneath she wore nothing more or less than she had on her wedding night.

"My mother gave it to me as a wedding present," Gwen said, slipping off the coat entirely. "This same nightie. Our honeymoon's the only time I wore it, but I saved it all these years. How do you like the fit after all these years?"

Vic was speechless.

"Maybe this will refresh your memory," Gwen interrupted his silence.

She put a pillow under her ass. Then she raised her knees. The short hem of the pink nightie bunched around her hips. Between her spread thighs was her exposed cunt, showing pink between the yawning lips.

"All right, Gwen… what do you want?"

"You didn't have to ask that on our wedding night," Gwen teased.

"A lot's changed since then. Marriage does that…"

"Does this look like it's changed that much?" Gwen purred.

She rubbed her cunt so it juicily squished.

"Or these?"

She'd pulled the string on the frilly bow at her neck, so the folds of the nightie parted to showcase her tits. Cupping her tits, she made the plump nipples stand out like ripe strawberries.

Vic couldn't deny that his wife presented quite an eyeful, almost as if he hadn't seen her naked in years despite the fact that he'd long since become used to taking her body for granted. Indeed, Gwen hadn't looked so young since their first child had been born – which had been Mitzi, whose teenage tits and pussy her mother's now seemed to equal.

"Well?" Gwen coaxed as Vic stared.

"Why not?" Vic whispered. "Why the hell not? Not what I expected tonight, but what've I got to lose?"

"What's that?" Gwen asked.

Vic answered by unzipping his fly. His prick was swollen.

"Mmmmmmm, that's more like it," his wife greeted his hard-on. "Nobody can say the man I married isn't hung. Remind me how much all over again, Vic. Put it in me. Every inch of that big cock in my hairy pussy to your fat balls."

Closing the distance to the bed, Vic loomed over Gwen. As he stood there, she pivoted on her ass to reach out for him with her long legs. She pulled him on top of her. His hips landed between her thighs. His crotch nestled against hers, and in the process of his rigid prick had nowhere else to go but straight into her welcoming cunt.

"Ooooo, your cock feels soooo goooood in my pussy!" Gwen swooned as if it were the first time she'd ever been fucked by her husband of almost twenty years. "Gonna, come right away…"

She squeezed her legs around Vic, which tugged his prick even deeper in her twat. Then she climaxed on the spot, more like a horny teenager than somebody's wife.

"And now that I've started coming," she crowed, "I'm not gonna stop, if you don't let me!"

Vic automatically reached for her tits, which had never felt so soft yet firm in his clutching hands before.

"Yes, bruise me! Bruise my titties with your big, strong hands while your big, strong cock fucks my pussy!" Gwen urged.

Vic sank his fingers into the spongy flesh of his wife's tits, while thrusting his prick down below. If Gwen was acting like a horny teenager, he was starting to feel no less the same. When he was that age, a guy usually came quick, not worrying about pacing himself because he had the youthful stamina to start fucking all over again as soon as he'd shot his wad. And, Vic sensed, such a luxury was his tonight.

"Don't hold back your fizz, stud! Want my pussy full of it as quick as you can start pumping it into me! Come, Vic, come!"

She clamped her husband's hilted cock with her cunt's youthful muscles and jerked her hips to provide maximum friction.

The fucking took Vic's breath away. And as he whooshed, his jizz began to gush.

"Ahhh, what a load!" Gwen happily groaned on the receiving end of the scalding flood. "So much cum that my pussy's already leaking while your cock's still shooting, Vic!"

She made her husband reach down below so he could feel the creamy excess, then she had him smear it all over her squirming bottom.

"Give you a hint about where I want the next load?" she asked when Vic's cock had slowed to a dribble in he swamped cunt and he had a handful of her sticky ass.

"But I've never fucked you down there before," Vic replied.

"Then what're you waiting for?" teased Gwen. "Twenty years is a long time."

She unraveled her legs from around Vic and drew them all the way over her head. In the process Vic's dripping cock left her oozing cunt, still as hard as ever.

"Feast your eyes," Gwen beckoned from her jack-knifed position. "Then try it on for size."

She pulled apart her asscheeks. The crack between them was almost as hairy as her cunt, with the curly silk decorating a dented pucker which seemed to wink in invitation at Vic like a dusky eye.

Then Gwen not only spoke the bottom line, she dropped a bombshell as well.

"Fuck it! Fuck my ass with your big, hard cock!" she cried. "Fuck my ass the way you fucked Mitzi's!"

"Y-you know, then… about that?" Vic gulped at the mention of his daughter. "Saw us that night?"

"Wouldn't be here if I hadn't," Gwen answered, which was the truth as far as it went. "Until I found out about you two, I'd almost forgotten how damned good a cock up the ass can be."

"But, you and me, we never…"

"Just not with each other," Gwen saucily cut in. "Until now."

She reached for her husband's cock, pressing its head against her tightest opening. When she playfully farted, the narrow passageway flared.

In response, Vic's crotch instinctively bucked. Gwen, in turn, pushed back. And, for the first time in their marriage, Mrs. Morgan had an assful of Mr. Morgan's long, thick hard-on.

"Mmmmm, nobody's ever done it to me any better!" Gwen moaned as the deeply thrusting friction grabbed hold. "Mitzi was right – you can fuck my ass just as good as anybody I ever spread my cheeks for."

Instead of asking about whatever men in his wife's life he was being compared to, Vic had an even more pressing question in regard to Gwen's last statement – the part concerning their daughter.

"You talked to Mitzi about this? Getting me to fuck your ass?" he rasped. "Then she knows you're, here?"

Gwen just looked toward the door. It was opening by the time Vic followed his wife's gaze. And there, devilishly grinning, stood their not-so-little girl.

"Don't let me interrupt anything, Mom and Dad," Mitzi greeted her parents. "I'll just watch."

"Then let's give her a show," Gwen said to Vic.

Gwen draped her legs over her husband's shoulders and rolled her hips, giving the cock in her ass a rhythmic workout.

Locked into place, Vic had no choice but to respond to the grinding fuck tempo. And when his hard-on was quickly lubed by seeping shit, his slippery fuck-thrusts occurred faster and faster.

"Yeah, Daddy, that's the way!" Mitzi cheered from the sidelines. "Fuck the shit out of Mom's butt!"

Then, as she hungrily licked her lips from what she saw, Mitzi could no longer remain merely a spectator. Off came her clothes, so swiftly that her parents didn't notice she was stripped for action until she was right there in bed, with them.

"Know I said I'd just watch," she cheerfully explained. "But I never said for how long."

There were no complaints as she leaned into the action and joined in with her tongue. She licked all around the ass-fuck, savoring the bittersweet flavor of her mother's oozing juices and the salty sweat from her father's balls.

"Mmmmm, I've got a tongue, too," Gwen sighed. "And it's just aching for some nice, young pussy."

That was all Mitzi needed to hear. She adjusted her body so her mother could get at her cunt, while she herself could keep her own tongue busy in the crush of her parents' loins.

And now, as she licked and was licked, Mitzi also went after her father's ass as his pants sagged around his knees. Through muscular, his asscheeks were as smooth as a baby's bottom. But between them the crack was overgrown with coarse, wiry hair. Mitzi rubbed in there, massaging the lump from the gland at the base of the cock and balls.

"Oh, baby," Vic called down to his fondling daughter, "you keep that up and I just might drown your poor mother with my jizz this time around."

"Then we don't want to disappoint her, do we, Daddy?" Mitzi slurped from below.

Now she went even farther to prime her father's supply of jizz. This meant piercing his gritty asshole and fingerfucking it. That, along with taking both of his balls into her mouth and sucking them as hard as she could.

"Whew! Never had to come so much in my life!" Vic dizzily gasped. "Come so much I can't see straight."

"Just close your eyes and let it rip, stud!" his wife excitedly spurred him on, speaking from the golden nest of their daughter's pussy.

"Can't say what kinda shape I'll be in after it's over," Vic puffed. "But here goes…"

There was a rattle in his throat as his crotch bucked so violently that they could hear the snap of his whiplashed spine. Then he was groaning like a dying man. But his apparent agony was, in reality, mind-bending ecstasy. For Vic's cock had just exploded with more jizz than any one man had a right to come.

Vic had the sensation he might never stop coming. No wonder – his daughter kept sucking his balls while his cock creamed in his wife's asshole, the combined suction and friction becoming relentless. When and if his jizz did dry up, Vic woozily anticipated, the odds were he'd have passed out first.

And that was the last thing he remembered, when his prediction abruptly became reality with which he was no longer in touch.

"Out cold," Mitzi said as he keeled over, his cock as limp as the rest of him now that it had left his wife's ass. "Poor guy, hope he's gonna be all right."

Bobbing up to get a look, Gwen chuckled. "He's grinning, isn't he? Let him sleep it off in peace. He's happy the way he is."

"And meanwhile?" Mitzi asked. "Well, first of all, I've got a fucked asshole that needs sucking."

"Hmmmmm, come to think of it, I've got a face that needs sitting on."

"And after we finish that, we'll wake up your father for a nice, long talk between the three of us about family business. Past, present and future."

"Just hope that doesn't make him pass out all over again."