Diana Butts - Ball in the family

Their length gave Jack an idea. He cupped them, lifted them ever so slightly, and let them bounce down. The look on his grandmother's face showed that she thought that this was an absolutely delightful idea.

Back… forth… back… forth… His grandmother's rhythm was deceptively simple seeming. Actually, it was very finely calculated to wring the maximum possible amount of pleasure out of his cock.

"Not bad, do you think?" she asked. She liked her grandson, and the more she fucked with him, the more she enjoyed being frank with him. The genteel reticence was a genuine part of her personality, but there was another, different side to it lurking beneath. Jack found both her personalities – genteel grandmother and hot broad – about equally appealing.

She was really working his prick now, really causing every nerve in it to sizzle.

Now I know where Mom gets that alley-cat quality of hers, he thought. It sort of interested him to compare the three generations of women he'd screwed. There was something individual and different about the style of fucking that each one went in for, but there was a certain common quality too, above all in the way that Clementine, Ursula and Antonia so obviously really loved sex.

It was getting harder and harder for him to keep his thoughts together on subjects like these, for the wonderful pressure of his grandmother's tight pussy on his prick was almost driving him out of his mind.

And then his prick gave a final little stiffening and started to fire its load of spunk up into his grandmother's pussy. That pussy was coming too, trembling and shuddering with the force of the come that tore through Clementine.

She eased off of him, some of his sperm sliding out of her hole.

"You know, Grandma," he said, "we all of us fuck a lot here. Since the incest scene doesn't seem to bother you, I was wondering if you might like to participate in a little orgy which we'd all join in."

"Participate? I'd love to. Why, Jack, I've wanted to have that prick of your father's in my cunt since the first day Ursula brought him home for dinner."

There was no question about it. She was quite a grandmother…

"An excellent dinner, ladies," Clif said as he wiped his mouth with his napkin. "If you can give as good a fuck to your menfolk, I'm sure that they won't have a thing to complain about."

The big orgy which had been agreed on was to take place that night, and to celebrate the occasion the three women had turned out a dinner that would have done most restaurants proud.

"The soup was wonderful," Jim said, "but it was kind of hard to concentrate on it. After all, I was thinking of something even better tasting that I was in for."

Everyone laughed. One of the nice coincidences about the family was that the women and the men were equally devoted to oral sex.

The dishes were cleared away, and everyone went into the living room. Since it was to be the place where the orgy was to take place, pillows had been scattered on the floor, and some of the lightbulbs had been replaced with pink ones. Not in order to give greater privacy – everyone was far too exhibitionistic to have any interest whatever in that commodity – but to create a nice bordello atmosphere. And for that matter, all of the women had admitted at dinner that there were times when they wished that they had become whores. Their tastes differed in this respect, though. Antonia said that she would want to be a really high-priced, pampered call-girl if she were to decide to go in for whoring. Clementine had stated that she would much prefer to have been a streetwalker.

"Stevedores, truck drivers, guys like that! Talk about men! Of course, Jim, here, is about as virile as three stevedores rolled into one, so I guess I don't have anything to complain about."

"To start things off," Clif suggested, "why don't the women have a striptease contest. We'll watch and decide who does the sexiest job of getting her clothes off."

"You mean your pricks will do the deciding," Ursula said with a laugh.

The women all thought that it was a fine idea, though, and Antonia put a record with a hard, driving beat on the stereo. The three men settled back in easy chairs to watch.

So that the game wouldn't take too much time, after all, they were all pretty eager to get down to the fucking, it was decided that the three females would strip at the same time. Either intentionally or by accident, the three women lined up in the order Antonia, Ursula and Clementine. All the men found something very exciting about the parade of femininity across the generations. Daughter, mother, grandmother. They all looked different, but they all looked enthralling, too. The wonderful freshness of Antonia, the voluptuousness of her mother, and the experience and ripeness of her grandmother. The pricks were already hard in the men's pants.

At a signal from Antonia, the three women started off. Antonia was wearing a tight sweater, and she inched this up bit by bit. It was so tight that as she moved it over her tits, it lifted them up, only to let them flop down again as she finished pulling the garment up over head. She was wearing a bra, as all the women were, for the men had told them that in undressing a woman to fuck her, they liked to have a bra to take off her, but it was so thin that her nipples were clearly apparent.

Clementine was wearing a blouse, which she slowly unbuttoned, and Ursula unzipped her dress, holding it in front of her breasts for a while.

The tops cleared away, the women began to work seductively on the bottoms. The skirts were unzipped and unbuttoned after being playfully lifted a few times, can-can style, and then the men were treated to the sight of the three females weaving and twisting in their bras and panties.

Ursula and Antonia chose to work on the bras next, but Clementine, who was nothing if not an individualist, pulled her panties off first, exposing her pubic area bit by bit, while her breasts were still kept in her bra.

The men all found the sight of a woman with a bra but no panties very exciting for some reason, and Clif even applauded a bit.

Antonia and Ursula realized that they were in danger of being outdone, so after very seductively removing her bra, Antonia licked her fingertip and drew it several times across the nipple in a gesture that made all of the guys' meat cram up even harder against their underpants. Ursula did something even sexier. She pulled her breasts up over the tops of her bra-cups while leaving the garment fastened. The breasts were a weird but mouth-watering sight as they bulged up over the tops of the cups. All the women's nipples were completely hard.

Antonia and her mother hauled down their panties, while Clementine finally undid her bra. The sight of those big boobs flopping out was really very impressive. The women were now completer naked except for their stockings and garter-belts, which they planned to keep on through the fucking. All the men had sort of a "thing" about stockings and garterbelts. They danced over to the men and thrust their cunts in their faces in time to the music. The men, of course tried to get in a quick lick as they did so.

Everyone was now thoroughly aroused, and when the record drew to a close and the three females struck sexy final postures, each guy felt like his prick was going to burst.

"Now, daughter," Jim said to Ursula, "I'm going to do something I've wanted to do since you were twelve, if you have no objections, of course."

Ursula indicated just how few objections she had by half-closing her eyes and running the tip of her tongue slowly over her lips.

"Now just wait here, and I'll be back in a second," Jim said. He ran off to the kitchen and returned shortly with a bowl of ice cubes.

"Ice?" Ursula asked.