John Kellerman - The family threesome

"Got you a little present."

"What?" He looked at the words on the packet. "God damn."

"You were afraid of…" She shrugged and let the blush come, "… oh, you know." Robby grabbed both her arms, whirled her around and marched her towards the door.

"You get the hell back to your bedroom, you hear?"

"Robby! Robby, what's wrong?" The towel had fallen from his hips. Sheri knew she had to get him interested… and fast. She twisted from his grasp and faced him. At the same time her trembling fingers clutched for what she wanted. She found exactly that. It was hard and damp from his bath. She circled her hands around him and rubbed gently. Her lashes fluttered as she lifted her chin, lifted her lipsticked mouth up towards him.

"Oh Robby… I'm just trying to please you." She watched his eyes close and open again. His breathing was fast and deep. As he hesitated there by the door, she pushed her parted lips against one of his taut, male nipples. Gently she nursed the odd little bump. Boys were so flat. Her tongue swathed him wetly until a trickle of her spit cased down his belly. Then she took her mouth away and aw the pink smear she'd left. Robby had closed his eyes again. A good sign. Sheri felt like giggling. She felt victorious, though he still hadn't made a move towards the bed. The anticipation that perhaps this would be the night filled her. Between her thighs, that tiny lump of flesh that was her cherry seemed to beg for destruction.

"Robby?"

"Yes."

"Fuck me. Please, fuck me."

Robby pulled her slowly against him. Her tits rubbed across his nakedness. She let go his cock and dug her nails into the meat of his ass instead. She whimpered and kissed his fresh smelling skin. His cock was like a hot piece of iron pushing into the softness of her belly.

Robby flicked off the overhead light. Sheri stood shivering, excited past reason. She looked at him, waiting for his move. He stepped towards her and took both her hands, interlacing his fingers through them. Then he forced her down, down to her knees before him. His slender cock bobbed before her face. Sheri was panting like a dog.

She knew what he wanted. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. Robby held the shaft of his cock with one hand, the back of her head with the other. Gently he eased her forward. Pink lipstick smeared across the feverish head. Then the thing slipped between her teeth, over her tongue, bumped against her throat. Sheri gagged, got control. Instinctively she began to suck the hot hard cock. It was so quiet in the room! Her sucking, dripping spit crackled loudly.

"Yeah… Yeah Sheri… Like that, baby!"

She drove the point of her tongue between the two lobes at the bottom of his tip. His cock seemed to be especially sensitive there. She licked and sucked and nursed him, breathing noisily through her nostrils. His cock lengthened and pulsed as she bathed it in hot spit.

"You want me to fuck you? To break your cherry?"

"Oh y-y-yesssss!" Sheri lapped at the saliva dripping down her chin.

"Remember, you're a virgin." He sunk his fingers in her blonde hair, forced her head back so she was looking up at him. "It'll hurt. It might hurt a lot."

A shudder of yearning passion went through her body. "Ohhh do it to me, Uncle Robby! Please do it to me! I'll do anything if you fuck me!"

He growled with the passion she'd fired in him. Sheri felt joyful. It had worked! She was sexy. Desirable. Wanted.

Robby pulled her to her foot and led her to the bed. He slipped her baggy pj's down and draped them on a chair. Then he undid her filmy little bra and eased the silk cups away from her breasts. Sheri felt feverish, giddy. She knew the musky scent of Mona's perfume was wafting up to Robby. The head of his cock dangled a few inches away from her belly button. And below she could see the blonde wisps of her cunthair. Did she have enough for. Robby's taste? She giggled nervously at the thought of Robby tasting her. Then wondered if perhaps he might try.

Robby kissed her neck, her mouth. She whimpered and pressed herself weakly into his embrace. He lay her on her back on the edge of the bed and held a foot in his hand. After kissing each toe, he pushed her knees back until they almost touched her tits.

Sheri felt embarrassed at the way this position exposed her cent so completely. It was really stretched open! Robby could see every fold, every soft, dripping petal. What did it look like to him? She hoped he didn't think it was ugly.

"Lovely," he whispered. "I can't believe you're so beautiful."

"Ohhhh Robby, what are you doing to me?"

"Sheri. It's all pink inside! And you're dripping juice all over the place." Robby lowered his head down. Sheri closed her eyes with the excitement of anticipation. Was he really going to kiss her there? Yes! She felt his lips brush the glistening membranes and then he nuzzled his chin into the soft, mushy heat.

A throaty, growling sound rattled from deep in her throat. She could feel Robby's tongue lashing out into the fevered hollows. She couldn't keep still. She began to grind her bottom around in a slow circle, exposing more of her hidden places to his hungry mouth.

"Ohhhh… you it eating me up!"

"Sheri, you taste like heaven. I want to get you good and hot and juicy. So you'll really want it when I break you!"

"I really want it now," she gasped, hardly able to focus her eyes.

"I mean I want you half out of your mind!"

"Ohhh Robby, your tongue… it's so tickly!" Robby had his hands tucked into the soft places behind each of her knees. He held her legs back like that, forcing them apart to expose even more of her dainty, unblemished pussy. Gasping, Sheri rubbed her palms over her turgid-breasts. The pink nipples were rigid and extremely sensitive. Sheri whimpered as Robby's tongue licked slowly down her slit. The pink folds opened to his mouth and he sucked them with soft, sexy movements. She could tell he was caressing her cherry now, pressing in against it a little. Then he gouged his tonguetip upwards until it grazed over the feverish knot of her clit.

"Oooooooooowwhheeeee!" she sang, shoulders flopping. She found his head with her hands and dug her nails into the nape of his neck. Robby lapped her like a dog now, or like a kid eating ice cream. Her sparse, blonde curls were drenched with his spit.

"You sure you want me to do this?" he asked, looking up across her belly.

"God yes!"

"You don't want to be a virgin anymore?"

"I never did."

"It's something you can't take back. Once my cock breaks that little cherry, you're fucked. Fucked for good."

"Ohhhh do it, Robby! I want to be fucked!" She growled the word, loving the way it felt in her mouth. "Fuck… fuck… fuck!" It was a wonderful word. Why did people come down on it so much? Why did they use it in the wrong way?

Robby us licking the backs of her thighs now, lapping her bottom, even getting close to her knotted, dry asshole. Instinctively, Sheri tightened it and Robby laughed.

"Even that part of you is beautiful. I wouldn't mind sticking my cock in there, too."

"Noooo!" she shrieked, clapping a hand over her rectum. Robby kissed her knuckles, then took the hand and pushed his tongue between each finger. She let him suck her pinky between his teeth. Then he was eating on her cunt again, trying to stretch her hymen.

"I can't wait," she moaned.

"Oh yes, you can wait." Robby kissed her heaving belly, kissed upwards until he was lapping wetly at the bottoms of her tits. When he nibbled at the nipple, Sheri wrapped her thighs tight around his head and squeezed. His shoulders were shoving the backs of her knees, stretching her legs far back. It felt weird but very sexy. It seemed primitive too. The first woman who ever fucked on her back probably had her legs stretched just like Robby had stretched hers.