Ginger Craft - Overripe

Her hot mouth, her tongue, her speed, was too much for the boys. They began to pump up and down into her mouth and hand.

Julie was sucking furiously on Kenney's prick when he came.

"Ahhhhh!" he grunted, thrusting his cock deep into her mouth as he spurted.

Julie felt and tasted the thick semen splash against her tongue, coating it with squirt after squirt. She swallowed quickly, wantonly, gulping in soft sounds as her lips raced up and down. Kenney ejaculated so copiously, semen dripped from the corners of her mouth, running down the sides of his cock and smearing her chin. As she sucked and swallowed her brother's semen, her hand was pumping wildly on Mark's throbbing prick.

"I can't wait!" Mark shouted. "I'm about to come!"

Julie quickly sucked up her brother's cock, leaving it. A last spurt of his semen splashed on her cheek, but she didn't mind. Her mouth closed over Mark's straining prick just as he discharged, and she swallowed as her mouth was going down on him. She grabbed her brother's deflating prick and pumped furiously on it as she sucked Mark's spurting cock, making incoherent sounds of delight in her throat.

She sucked up the last drop of Mark's semen, ran her tongue over the piss hole, then pulled free and sat on her heels, grinning broadly at the two gasping boys. She wiped her hand over her mouth and cheek. "Was I good?" she asked.

"Oh, shit!" Kenney mumbled weakly. "I'll never get another fucking hard-on!"

"I thought you were going to suck my cock right off, Julie!" Mark grunted, feeling his balls and cock tenderly. "I'm sore."

She giggled at them, and began to caress her moist pussy openly. "I guess I'll have to finger-fuck myself, then."

And she proceeded to do just that.

Julie and Kenney were still asleep when Barbara crawled out of bed on Sunday morning. She had a slight headache from indulging too much the night before, and she felt very frustrated. Her date, as before, proved to be ineffectual with her, and the date had ended in an argument.

She showered and swallowed three aspirins with cold water. Food didn't appeal to her at the moment, so she sat in the dining room drinking coffee and smoking. The living room had been a mess when she came in last night. A lamp had been broken and an ashtray overturned. There were some suspicious spots on the carpet and couch, too. It was obvious to Barbara that Julie and Kenney had fucked wildly while she was out.

She tried to convince herself to become mad at them, but it was no use. No matter what society said about a brother fucking his sister, Barbara couldn't bring herself to condemn her children. Neither could she condemn herself for her own incestuous lesbian activities with Julie. In fact, after the mess of the night with her date, Barbara wanted another session with her daughter. Whether she was becoming a lesbian or not, Barbara knew Julie had been right about a person needing sexual satisfaction as much as she required food. Did it really matter how that gratification was achieved? she thought. Using her fingers and hands somehow seemed more depraved than having another female kiss and lick her cunt.

Masturbation was such a solitary, lonely act, she felt. Barbara never felt the excitement she needed during masturbation. The excitement, she decided, was having another person involved with her.

She poured another cup of coffee and lit another cigarette. Her headache was going away now, and she began to feel much better.

Masturbation, she continued thinking, was almost cold, dehumanizing. Even if it was her own body, to do as she pleased with, a woman wasn't meant to go through life seeking sexual gratification by the manipulations of her pussy by her own hands. There were some men and women, she felt, who preferred their own hands for orgasm, but they must be few and far between. What enjoyment, what thrill, could they possibly realize that way? Even if someone were simply there to watch, it was better than nothing. Being watched at least helped keep that good, warm sensation smoldering.

All her life, Barbara had found sexual satisfaction by her own hand, until she married. Then, although her sex life hadn't been anything to really brag about, it was good most of the time. Even when her husband was with her, she had found it necessary at times to masturbate. She would dream up fantasies of her husband observing her in the act, and it would create more pleasure for her. But Barbara never had the nerve to tell him of her day-dreams. Her husband had been a satisfactory lover in many respects, but he had failed her many times, too.

But Julie had not failed her, she thought with a soft smile, as she remembered the day before. Maybe, she thought, it was the forbidden aspect of lesbianism and incest. Of course, that would add to her pleasure, she decided. One thing about it, Julie certainly wasn't worried. She was a fantastic girl, warm and loving and eager to please, and so uninhibited. Barbara wanted very much to be like her daughter, free and easy and wild. Wearing her clothing had given her a new feeling, a new freedom. Men had turned to look at her in the club, and she had enjoyed that.

Barbara slipped her right hand inside the folds of her dressing gown, cupping and molding her breast as she thought. The cigarette was forgotten in the ashtray, as was her coffee now. Her nipples were very hard, and she could feel the lips of her pussy swelling inside her panties. She twisted her ass against the chair as a tingle of pleasure stabbed into her cunt. She gave some serious consideration to masturbating there at the dining room table, but discarded the idea as another flared in her mind.

Julie, she was sure, would be willing-more than willing-to help her out.

The wait would make it so much sweeter, she felt. The feeling between her thighs would stay, probably even grow better, as time passed until she could get her daughter alone. Idly fondling her breasts, she smiled to herself as she remembered what it had been like, her face between those creamy thighs, tasting that delicious moisture of Julie's cunt. It seemed to Barbara that she could still feel the slight tickle of Julie's pussy hairs against her lips and cheeks.

Her clitoris lurched as she remembered the sensation of having Julie suck on it. A soft moan bubbled from her mouth. Barbara licked her lips sensuously and squeezed her resilient breast. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together, making the feeling grow.

Eventually, she stood up and went back to her bedroom. She removed her dressing gown and padded about nakedly, the door wide open. Strangely enough, she never once thought of Kenney, only Julie. She rummaged about drawers and her closet, seeking something to wear. Usually, a housedress was sufficient, but today she wanted something sexy, something that would make her pretty and alluring.

Barbara went about choosing her clothing as if she were preparing for a date with a valued lover.

Going by instinct, she pulled sheer nylons over her creamy legs and thighs, using a black garter belt to strap them up. Giggling like a high school girl, she decided not to wear panties or a bra. Search as she did, her clothing wouldn't do. There was one dress, a body-hugging sheath with a black and white checked pattern, that might do. She pulled it from the closet and located a needle and thread.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, legs crossed, Barbara began to hem the skirt of the dress. After she finished, she held it before her, looking into the mirror. The bottom of the dress came just below her crotch. Giggling again, she slipped it over her head and smoothed it down after zipping up the back.

Again she examined her reflection.

With the dress on, the hem was shorter than it had looked. In fact, every inch of her lovely slim thighs were exposed, including the creamy flesh above the tops of her nylons. There was about an inch of naked flesh there, she saw. She started to remove the dress so she could lower the hem about two inches, then inspiration came to her.