Jerry Conners: The naughtiest virgin

I somehow wiggled free of my clothes as little climaxes spasmed in my pussy. She came off of his tool, reversing her position to face him. Grasping his cock in one hand, she guided it to her waiting cunt, ramming it into herself in a frenzy of sexual abandon and need, impaling herself on the full, hard length. The muscles in his legs and ass drove it into her viciously as he pounded it into her, meeting her downward strokes.

Their mouths clung to each other in their seething, animal hunger to devour each other, tasting themselves in the heat of their lost passions. She was grinding herself onto his pole when she tore her mouth from his, screaming in the ecstasy of her pagan explosion.

"Aeeee, fuck mee. I'm cumming, Jerry. Bust my cunt open. Ugh, that's it, fuck mee, screw my ass off, it needs it, I'm coming Jerriieee!"

She exploded in wild, animal sounds and they were met by his own. My cunt sent me to the floor as my juices ran from my pussy in a river, climaxing hard with them, a small sigh of relief coming from me as I lay there, trembling from a fantastic climax.

"Jerry, you're a sonofabitch, but one good fuck. You've always been one good fuck, a regular sex machine. I never could get enough of that cock. You knew I'd come when you saw me, didn't you?"

"Cynthia, if you hadn't, I would have come the first chance I got you alone."

Who the hell was Cynthia? I asked myself as I scrambled to get up and see into the room. She was standing naked before the mirror, preening as she brushed her long black hair. Her tits were lush and full, nipples still standing out hard from their sexual union. It was Norma's mother! I knew now why Dad couldn't tear his eyes away from Norma – she was only a younger duplicate of the beautiful, full-bloomed woman standing before the mirror. I picked my clothes up and began slipping into them as I stood rooted, listening to their conversation.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

"Really. Nearly nineteen years, Jerry. I cried my eyes out when you quit me. Then my family sent me to Kansas where I stayed for two years. Haven't you ever wondered why, or did you even miss me?"

"Yes, I missed you. Then I met Sheila's mother and settled down to a quiet life. She got pregnant the first time I fucked her. You're lucky you didn't get that way as much as we fucked and went at each other."

"What makes you think I didn't? Tom isn't Norma's father, you are. He's just a name I married to protect her from the hurt of being a child out of wedlock."

I nearly coughed. My God, Norma was my half-sister. No wonder the two of them were drawn to each other with such strong feelings. He was as much her father as he was mine. Then I nearly giggled – he had two hot-pants nymphets for daughters who were incestuously hot for his cock. Plus Barb. And now Cynthia.

"My God! My daughter you say. Are you sure?"

"Jerry, no one else was having sex with me. Remember, I was a virgin and bled all over the place the first time. I knew I was pregnant when we broke up. After four months of fucking and eating each other every night and not menstruating, how could I not know?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Hurt pride, I guess."

"Hello, Mrs. Strong!"

"Hello, Sheila. Why don't you call me Cynthia? It sounds much better. Mrs. Strong sounds so formal. I want us to be close friends. Is that all right with you?"

"Sure, Cynthia. Where's Norma?"

"She should be arriving any minute. She'd already called a cab when I called and told her to come here."

Right on time the door bell rang. I jumped to answer it. As I opened the door, Norma looked at me funny and whispered, "What's my mother doing here?"

"You got me. She was here when I got home a little bit ago."

"Will you two girls come in here; we'd like to talk to you. Wouldn't we, Jerry?"

"Yes, come in here." They told Norma that my father was her real father. Cynthia and Tom had parted ways today, and Dad and her were going to get it on. Then Cynthia launched into telling Norma that tomorrow she was going to let me take her on a shopping spree, getting her all new clothes from the skin out, pretty and sexy. While she was talking, she moved around behind Norma, letting the hair in the bun loose. Then Cynthia began peeling, her dress off. She didn't have a stitch on under it. As she threw it beside Norma, she turned to look at Cynthia, wide-eyed and speechless. Dad did his thing, peeling his off.

"Mother, what are you doing?" I was shedding my own clothes.

"Getting naked, what does it look like?"

"Your father has already told me about you and your sister Sheila running around naked all weekend and your shameless shenanigans. Said the two of you are sex maniacs, just like the two of us. Now get your clothes off."

She started unbuttoning her dress slowly, then more quickly, as she realized we were all naked. Dad's cock was hard and waving about. Then she stared at me.

"Wow, we're sisters. No wonder we both dig sex so much. We got their blood in us."

"Each of you come here and take turns sitting on this so I can see who has the tightest and best pussy!"

We each did, then stood waiting his decision.

"It's all the best pussy I have ever had wrapped around my tool. Come here, one at a time."

He sank his tongue in between our pussy lips, licking each. "Best-tasting pussies, too! Cynthia, you're right. It's a family love affair!"

We moved into the country the following week, over by a town named El Reno. The good ones we run into, we share, and sometimes turn Mom onto some extra good, young cock, while Daddy's at work, of course. As for Dad, he's got all the pussy he can handle. We keep his cock limp so we don't have to be jealous of any other foxes. Us? It's not our fault our pussies need more attention than his cock can handle. But our love for each other keeps us a tight family, in our family affair.