John Kellerman - The family threesome

It took her a good five minutes to embed his cock in the depths of her pussy. Then she cased herself down on him and put her face against his chest. Robby went on snoring. It felt soooo good. Surely there couldn't be any harm in it. Robby had talked like they couldn't ever fuck again. Sheri knew that after having cock inside her, she'd want it there again and again. Like now.

The easy way it fit into her hole. Sure, she was pretty tight, but so slick! Sheri wiggled some to make sun she had all of him. Then she put her face against his chest, closed her eyes and enjoyed. She didn't have to move. Just having her cunt filled was enough.

She should have known better. As the early morning light began to come up into the room she felt her passions burning like wildfire. She had started to wiggle and squirm ever so slightly atop Robby's body. He moaned, opened his eyes.

"Christ! What are you doing Sheri?"

"I couldn't help it," she whimpered, kissing his face.

"I don't even have a rubber on…"

"How does it feel?" she breathed, working her bottom faster. "How does it feel, skin to skin?"

"Way too good to keep doing it," Robby grunted, hugging her body down against him. She felt excited all over again. She wanted to fuck him this lime, make it good. And she could feel his cock lengthening now that he was awake. It was getting thick and hot as more blood rushed to take we of his aroused appetite.

"Get off," he gasped, grabbing her hips suddenly.

"Why darling? Ohhh it does feel good, doesn't it? I think I like it without the rubber best."

"Oh you're so hard! You're really deep too… feel this?" She squirmed furiously atop his body. The walls of her slick, velvet tube swathed his cocktip hotly. Robby began to breathe raggedly. He clutched at her dancing white ass.

"Off, get off or I'm gonna fill you full of cum!"

It was all the warning Sheri needed. She popped her pussy free from the lovely prick that had delved so deep into her body. Almost the instant she turned to look at the engorged cock, it sprayed white strings of jizz up over Robby's belly and chest.

"Wow!" Sheri gasped, "it sure is powerful." She grabbed the buttery shaft and pointed it straight up. Thick curds frothed out and slipped down over her knuckles. Sheri's heart thudded from the experience of seeing it actually happen. How could Robby not like her? She wanted to make him happy and make herself happy too. It seemed such an easy thing with them both living in the same house.

"Sheri… Ohhhh… God damn!"

"Am I doing it right?" she said, moving her hand up and down. Her palm glided easily over the slickened surface of his shaft. The movements made a soft, sucking noise that reminded her of fucking. She watched the lovely organ pulse powerfully as the last few droplets of seed plopped onto Robby's stomach and dribbled down to the bed. Sheri heard her alarm clock going off in the next room.

"I gotta run. I don't want mama to know where I've been all night." She giggled, wiped her cummy hands on her pajama bottoms and wadded them into a ball. She looked around the room for her bra.

"I can't find my top, Robby. Would you look for it and hide it or something? Mona's gonna be knocking on my door in a little bit…" She hurried through the door and down the hall to her room. No sooner had she slipped inside than she heard her mother climbing the stairs.

"I'm up mama," she called, stuffing her soiled pajamas under her pillow. Sheri went to the mirror to look at herself. Her cheeks were rosy and healthy looking. Her breasts jutted out from her chest as if at last they'd been properly adored.

"I think I'm in love," she said, rubbing her flat belly. "With my own uncle."

Before the next week was over Mona had had it with Merle. They'd fought over nothing really, but each of them had gone for the other's throat without hesitation. Mona knew that a lot of it had to do with her brother. She had been half out of her mind since that night he'd forced his affections on her. She'd grown edgy and morose. She stayed well out of his way and when a conversation seemed inevitable, she was civil and just that.

Robby seemed hurt. But she couldn't risk anything like that happening again. Her body still tingled from their contact. She could feel his fingers on her, his mouth. It got harder and harder for her to fall asleep at night. And of course Merle was forced to put up with her foul moods. Until he wouldn't any more.

So when she answered the door on Wednesday and saw her ex-husband standing there with a bouquet of flowers and a smile, she broke into tears.

"Roger, how could you? I told you I never wanted to see you again. Ever!" She was nearly screaming at him. But Roger smiled on.

"You're looking good, Mona. Can I come in for a little while?"

She took the flowers and jammed them angrily in a vase, not even bothering to put any water in. When she came back to the front room, Roger was looking at a picture of Sheri.

"I hardly remember her at all," he said, shaking his head.

"What do you want?" she said, afraid to sit down. Roger was as handsome as ever and probably twice as clever. He'd always been able to talk circles around her before.

"I've done all right for myself," he said quickly. "That Lincoln out there on the curb is only a little bit of it. I wanted to share some of my good luck with you and Sheri. I'm not asking for anything more. I know how you feel and don't blame you. But let me give you some money. I intend to make up for all those alimony payments I didn't make."

"You bastard!" Mona gritted her teeth. "If I'd had my way you'd still be in jail."

"But the judge couldn't find me, could he," Roger laughed. He pulled out a checkbook and a gold pen.

"I don't want anything from you." But Mona was looking greedily at the checkbook. As usual she was months behind on all the bills. And she'd already refinanced the station wagon twice.

"You don't have to like me to take this," he drawled. He always affected his Oklahoma accent when he was confident. She watched him finish scribbling. He tore off the check and put it in the middle of the coffee table. Mona wanted to tear it up and fling it in his face. But she didn't. She was thinking of those red letter bills from the gas company. Winter was coming too and Sheri needed some new clothes.

"I want to see Sheri," Roger said finally, "I want to see my daughter."

"Like hell!"

"Aw come on Mona. You shouldn't mind that."

"I don't want her knowing who you are. Do you hear me? You can see her once. That's all. I'll introduce you as… as a friend of my ex-husband."

"Nice twist," he smiled. "Won't she recognize me?"

"She's never seen a photograph. I threw them all away." Mona glared at him. Roger whistled softly.

"Okay. Glad to know where I stand." He got up. "Roger come back later." Mona watched the white car turn the corner of the block before she went to the table to pick up the check. It was made out in her name for twenty-five hundred dollars. She sat down heavily on the sofa and began to cry. She had to have a drink. She got a fresh bottle of scotch from the cabinet and broke the seal. She made a good stiff one and dropped in some ice. After a few minutes, the warm rush had enveloped her body. She felt silly now for having cried. She looked at the check again. It was the answer to a lot of problems. A whole lot. She finished her drink and made another. She knew she should go back to work, but the booze was making her giddy and carefree. She could call and tell her boss she had a headache. What the hell. She took another drink of scotch and made the call.

As she sat back down and looked at the big check again, her mind began to turn. She could get even more money from Roger. She could use Sheri to do it. She could make Roger pay for seeing his daughter. And he'd still have to promise to keep his true identity a secret. She laughed out loud over the plot she was hatching. She felt a little evil for having thought something like that. But it was an evil world sometimes. The front door slammed.