Diana Butts - Ball in the family

He pulled his whanger way back and then slid it into her but very, very deliberately, while continuing to finger her pussyflesh.

He'd only gotten his meat about halfway in when her pelvis started to buck and heave to the force of her come. He slammed the rest of the way home, and as he did so his penis began to empty its load of man-cream into her.

Come! Come! Come! Man, oh man, were they locked together! His cock just kept shooting and shooting, and her body continued to buck and heave under him, while he continued with the triple stimulation which had brought her to this pitch.

Then it was over and they just stayed in position gasping, too worn out to say anything. It had really been quite a come!

Antonia had her brother's prick all the way in her mouth at this point, and was sucking diligently on its root. The knob was pressed way back against the roof of her mouth, almost forcing its way down her throat. It was nearly making her gag, but she didn't mind. The feeling of having a great, huge tool stuck into her mouth was compensation enough. Her dainty fingers were squeezing and caressing his balls, too, gently pulling at the wrinkled, hairy skin and pushing the nuts themselves around a bit in the sac though it wasn't possible to do very much of that, since the sac was so tight with excitement at this point.

If the action she was getting with her lips felt good – like many other women, she had very sensitive lips, ones much more sensitive than a man's – what she was getting between her legs felt so good that she could hardly stand it. It seemed like Jack's tongue was everywhere at once, darting now here, now there, licking, slurping, tickling, turning the pink pussy flesh into a glowing mass of pleasure and excitement.

He loved to slip his tongue way down into her vagina so that he could feel it pressed and enclosed by the velvety cunt-walls. Those walls were so tender, so feminine, just like the rest of his sister, only more so. He would then pull his tongue quickly back into his mouth, so that he would get plenty of Antonia's pussy-fluid to taste.

Antonia slid her lips along his prick until she was just stimulating the knob of his penis. Then she began to slide them rather rapidly up and down the glistening shaft, while her tongue continued to tease the knob. Soon, she knew, lovely man-cream would be shooting out of that little hole.

Jack knew that he was fast approaching his come, that, in fact, he was only seconds away from it. He pulled his tongue out of his sister's vagina for the last time and set it sliding along her labia to the stiff little clit, which had been complaining bitterly about how little attention it was getting.

As she felt Jack's tongue slide along her cuntlips, Antonia knew where it was heading, what it would do there, and what the effect would be on her overwound body. So she pressed her lips all the tighter against Jack's penis to make sure the come would be simultaneous.

And man, was it ever. It seemed like the two of them blasted off at just exactly the same second, with Antonia's wet pussy being slammed against Jack's face by the bucking of her pelvis, and his rod pouring its load into her femininity.

Every time she and her brother had oral sex, Antonia found herself surprised by the amount of spunk that his balls contained. Certainly this time he had plenty of the stuff, and in fact, it almost seemed as if his dork really wasn't ever going to stop this time. There was jism everywhere in her mouth, between her teeth and cheeks, sliding over her tongue, dribbling down her throat! Finally the action did stop, though, and as her own cunt grew quiet, she slipped her mouth off Jack's glistening rod. Then she rolled the cream around in her mouth for a second, and swallowed it.

Jack moved his face from between her legs and smiled at her. His lips were shining with the cunt-moisture which they had on them. He licked them carefully, for he certainly didn't want any of the lovely stuff to go to waste.

"Anyone want some brandy?" Clif asked. He was a great believer in the pleasure of after-dinner brandy, and it occurred to him that they had forgotten to have any.

"Will it clear the palate?" Jack asked. He could still taste that wonderful pussy-fluid of his sister's.

Clif got his brandy and poured out a snifter for everyone. The six of them sat around, completely naked, chatting away and sipping the fiery stuff.

"You know," Clif said, "I can't help chuckling when I think what the average person would say if he could see through those curtains. It would probably freak him out completely."

"Well, Dad," Jack said, "as far as what the average person would say, I think we can all agree that he'd call us a bunch of degenerates who should be locked away for life, and so on and so forth. As to what he'd think, that's a slightly different matter."

"Yeah?"

"Oh, come on, Dad, do you think we're the only people in this country who like to go in for a bit of kinky fun? Why do you see so many closed curtains in the evenings? Oh, I think a lot of people are too uptight to admit to themselves how much fun incest could be, but that doesn't mean they aren't trying all sorts of other 'private' stuff. Guys parading around in women's clothes, people pissing in each other's mouths, stuff like that that I certainly know I wouldn't want to do."

"I guess you're right. How do you know about all that stuff, by the way?"

"Don't forget, before Mom took me in, I'd never had a chance to get any pussy. So I'd had to content myself with beating off, and to beat off, I'd stimulate myself with mags. Ordinary girlie-mags, but they'd have ads in them for correspondence clubs and magazines, and you'd be surprised at the things people get up to."

"Speaking of getting up to stuff, what shall we all get up to next. We have a reputation for decadence to maintain, you know."

"We could always do a daisychain," Ursula suggested.

"A daisychain?" Antonia asked.

"Uh-huh. That's when a whole bunch of people fuck all at once. Not just in pairs, but A fucks B who blows C etc."

"And everyone comes at once?" Antonia asked.

"That's the idea, though it isn't always easy to manage, particularly if there are a large number of people involved. If we six all managed to come together, we'd be real champions."

"Well," Jim said with a smile, "I, for one, have never wanted to shirk a challenge, particularly when it meant that accepting it would get my prick in a nice, warm twat."

"Not every guys gets twat," Ursula said. "To make the connections, some have to settle for mouth."

"Well, daughter, if the mouth is as pretty as yours, I'd be willing to settle for that any day of the week!"

"So we'll, do a daisychain?" Ursula asked.

"Uh-huh," everyone chorused.

"I have a further suggestion, though," Clementine said.

"Yeah?" Clif asked.

"All you men are able to manage a second shot right away, I'm sure of that," she said. "But – and here I think we all know each other well enough to be honest about these things – in a lifetime of fucking I've found that a few extra minutes' wait can make all the difference between a so-so fuck and a really good one."

"Particularly if you're getting it in the mouth," Ursula chimed in.

"Particularly if you're getting it in the mouth," Clementine agreed.

"But aren't we all going to get a bit drunk if we just sit around sloshing back the brandy?" Clif asked. "We have to have something to pass the time."

"Besides, it's pretty tantalizing to be sitting in the same room with three lovely naked ladies and not be doing anything," Jim said.

"Well, we females can always have a masturbation race," Antonia said.

"Fantastic!" Ursula said. "That's one of the cleverest ideas I've heard in a long time. I don't know about Antonia and Clementine, but I know that I've always dreamed of having someone watch me beat off. When I was a little girl, I was really stuck on a boy at school, and when I'd be in bed masturbating, I'd pretend that he was going to walk in on me. In fact, sometimes, when I was wearing jeans, I'd let my hand sort of hang down near my crotch, if he was around. I'd even pretend to be adjusting the crotch a bit for being too tight and binding. I didn't have the nerve to go much beyond that, though."