Sandy Bennett - Jackie_s family lessons!

Aunt Dora was eating more than my pussy by this time. Her tongue slithered down and around my asshole with increasing frequency until she ignored my fig and poked her tongue deep up my back passage. I writhed with a sudden burst of pleasure. It tickled, not so as to make me laugh but to make my insides wriggle with pleasure. Her hands were on my buns, keeping them apart and digging into them with her long nails. I started to get greedy. "Let me eat you, Uncle," I whispered to him. "Come on, let me take that big dick into my mouth. I'm so hungry for you!"

"Go ahead, baby," he said absently. He had been fucking my tits, working his cock between the two fleshy mounds so that his glans got enough of a work-out to make him forget about everything else. His eyes were half shut and he was breathing heavily. When I took his knob between my lips he let out a long groan and almost shoved his cock and balls down my throat. "Mmmm yeah!" he hissed. "Ssssssssssuckit! Eat it, baby, take it all down. Yeah, beautiful, that's the way, run your tongue over it. Wow! And there I was thinking you were a virgin. My God, baby, you've got it, I-T, it!"

His hands held the back of my head to give it some support and his long cock rode in and out of my mouth with easy strokes. He had his mouth wide open and his head back, fucking me like he was about to come terminally. I wasn't doing much more than keeping my lips between his cock and my teeth, because down below my aunt was eating my ass so effectively that I was too busy climaxing to pay him much heed. Her tongue had a way of jiggling back and forth rapidly so as to inflame my asshole and send me to within an inch of exploding into a major climax. But her tongue alone couldn't take me all the way, and the excruciating pain and pleasure of hovering between ecstasy and frustration had me at the point of screaming!

"She's ready now," I heard Dora say.

"Oh… good," sighed my uncle. He withdrew his cock from my mouth with some regret and moved off my chest. Before I could say anything Rona pressed her tart, red-haired pussy into my mouth, and I began to eat it the way a baby does when a tit is placed between its lips. Vaguely it registered with me that my uncle had lifted my thighs and placed them on his own, that he was holding my asshole open with all his fingers, and that something rockhard was bumping into it. A peal of joy rose in my heart: more anal fucking! Ever since the first time I'd been interested in trying it again just to see if the second time would be as good. Now I was due to find out. His knob moved into place easily thanks to Dora's thorough licking, and then he pushed hard and the rest of his cock slid into me snugly. When his pubic hair brushed against my cheeks I let out a gust of air that turned into a yell of pleasure, and it seemed to echo in the vaginal canyon of my aunt. I couldn't stop. I tried to lick and eat but each thudding stroke produced another cry of passion in me, muffled in red-haired flesh. What a duet they were. While my uncle fucked my ass, my aunt turned about with her pussy as a pivot, and let me eat her back and front while she went down on my cunt. It was vacant and in need of some sympathy while my asshole had all the fun. Aunt Dora gave it to me. Her deft, rapid tongue went into action again, flicking at my distended hole, lassoing my clit, sucking me dry, and pausing now and then to kiss her husband's plowing cock. It was getting too much for me. A cock up my ass, a tongue up my cunt with fingers coming in and out, and a pussy in my face, hands roving from my feet to my tits, it was as though I'd been trapped in a sensual car wash! I started to moan, and I neglected Dora's cunt. All of my energies were moving down to my asshole, building up, glowing white, and the rest of me stiffened. It was like a fit! I was taut from head to foot and a continuous series of tremors ran along my limbs and torso. I heard myself pleading for mercy. I was scared, unwilling to venture further into this peculiar paradise!

"No, that's enough," I whimpered. "Please Dora, tell him to stop! Something's wrong. Oh God! Pleeeeeeeaasseee! No, get the fuck off, stop, stop, I'll scream the house down, oh!Ah! Ooooooooohhhhh nooooooo!! Uncle Al, harder, harder, drive it in me, oh yes, fuck me like a bull, harder, slam it in!! Wheeeeeeee!!" It was like passing the sound barrier for the first time. That hard bubble of emotion broke into a sunburst of bliss, fluffy pyrotechnics that lit up my insides and left me in awe of its splendor. He kept fucking, Aunt Dora kept sucking, but they couldn't add anything to what they had already wrought in me.

I came down like a leaf falling from a tree, and during this long tranquil time I amused myself by playing with my aunt's pussy. Ever since Veronica had shown hers to me I had developed a deep interest in cunts. There were so many shapes and sizes! Veronica's was compact and pudgy, mine was a secret slit in the skin between my legs, and Dora's was a woman's cunt, a big, full-blown rosy piece of work that opened at the slightest touch to reveal the big ragged pink flaps inside, and the mysterious black hole beyond the pink configurations. I worked a finger into that hole and pretty soon there was room for another… and another! Three fingers poked about inside her pussy. Aunt Dora started to lose the beat of her sucking just as I was beginning to enjoy it again. Uncle Al was fucking my ass very slowly, almost at a standstill, obviously waiting for an orgasm to recede. My bunched fingers moved at the same pace but they also pushed at the boundaries to see if her cunt would give some more. It would and did. Four fingers moved into place. There was little resistance. Her tongue barely moved about in my pussy now. Curiosity got the better of me. How much could she take? The four bunched fingers pushed in as far as they could and to my amazement the rest of my hand slipped inside to leave only my thumb to stick up against her slit. I considered sticking that up her ass but then I decided to go all the way.

She was very still when I withdrew my hand a little way and added my thumb to the bunch. When I pushed in she let out a long wail, half pain, half delight. Now there was plenty of resistance. I got the digits inside but the rest of my hand wasn't allowed in. I moved it back and forth to distribute her ample juices. Now there was some progress. With bated breath I pushed in with all my strength. My aunt slid forward but then came right back. She pushed and I pushed and with a slippery swallow her cunt took my hand in to the wrist!

"Wow!" was all I could say. Dora lifted herself by placing both hands on the bed and held that position so she could rock back and forth into my hand. Al peered curiously over her shoulder to see what was exciting his wife so much. He couldn't see and she couldn't tell him what was happening, so he pulled out and crawled around to see with his own eyes. They nearly popped out when he saw my fist up her cunt.

"Holy shit! I've never seen that before! Let me get a piece of that ass!" Before she or I could say anything he mounted her from behind and shoved his cock up her asshole. Dora felt no pain. She contained my fist and his cock and the only sound that came out of her was an occasional whimper. She sounded as though she was choking on her own passions yet she made no move to get away from the invaders. Al fucked her like a demon, excited to the point at which he couldn't control himself. I fist-fucked her until her cunt cut off my circulation. And just as I pulled out, Al blew his wad into her. Soundless, my aunt pitched to one side when he pulled out, and kept on whimpering. I felt very tired. My eyes fell to, I made myself more comfortable, and let go. My uncle picked me up and carried me into my own bed. My dreams were most pleasant that night.

I soaked in the tub for a long time early next morning as if that would shrink my orifices back to their virginal condition. Actually there wasn't all that much of a difference when I inspected myself later. The body, obviously, was made to be fucked. Everybody's was, even my mother's. In the clear light of morning that thought struck me with redoubled force. I couldn't imagine her doing the things I'd been doing so much of this past week. My mother was quiet, reserved, beyond all that. At breakfast I looked her over with new eyes, and still she seemed beyond the reach of bodily enticements.