John Kellerman - The family threesome

"Ohhh God," Robby gasped, kissing her shoulders, the nipples of her breasts, the soft cleavage. She hugged his head against her. She'd lost all control now. Her mature, full hips thrust and plunged under her brother's fucking. She let him ride her softness, stab deep into her softness. She threw her thighs wider and took him down into her. It felt heavenly! She didn't care anymore. The booze blurred everything except the pleasure that rushed through ever nerve of her body.

"Yesss!" she groaned, letting her own fingers stray down her brother's back. She spread them out around his muscled asscheeks, squeezing, fondling. She dug her nails in, urging him deeper. His cocktip was stretching the beginning of her womb. She lurched furiously to make it press harder.

"Fuck me… Ohhh God damn I don't care anymore! Ohhh Robby… fuck me!"

"Yeah Mona… Ohhh it's good, isn't it?" He bit her neck, then found her open mouth and kissed it in a gasping, sloppy way.

Robby still had his pants on but she didn't care. She panted greedily, petting and mauling the lovely hard cheeks of his ass. She worked a hand between his thighs and found his balls. Almost immediately Robby stiffened. A shiver ran through him.

"I don't… Mona… it's… it's."

"So slippery inside their sac," she babbled, fondling the two eggs with eager curiosity. She hadn't really had much experience with men. But now she remembered more vividly the games she and her brother had played as kids.

"Mona… I can't hold back with you doing that!"

"Ohhh… fuck me faster, Robby! Do it hard." She felt the tension build between his legs. She felt the jerking, pulsing up inside his body and traced it with her fingertips as it throbbed through the little tube along the underside of his prick.

"Mona… Jesus Christ!" Robby lurched. He drove his cock in and out of her with vicious hunger. Mona felt the tickle around her clit grow. It grew into an amber ball of light that put pleasure in all directions. She worked his balls, tangling her fingers in the soft, wrinkled sac.

Robby's back stiffened and he drove very deep into her body and held himself there. Then he drew his cock almost out of her body. Mona dipped a finger inside her, caressed the juice drenched barb of his prick. A flood of cream boiled out and Robby thrust himself deep again. He fucked in a panic. The sucking noise of their parts sliding together was an exotic song to Mona. She groaned loudly as she felt a tickle break from the enter of her being. The tickle became an insatiable itch of pleasure. And then she came with a sob, clutching, biting, kicking.

"Ohhh come… come inside me… come all over me!" And her words excited her to more violent movements. Even though her climax was till burning wonderful rays of pleasure into her body, Mona jerked her clasping pussy away from her brother's prick and grabbed it with her juice-covered fingers. She writhed her body down so that her big breasts flopped on each side of the slender shaft. Then she pumped it between them, licked at it with her tongue and jacked it with both hands. Another fountain of hot seed leaped upwards and she managed to get most of it into her mouth.

"Mona… for Christ sake… God, God!" Robby pumped his hips wildly, the heat of her cunt gone from around him. But she was going to take it good. She popped her pursed lips down over the taut-skinned barb, before she even had time to think. Her tongue suckled powerfully against the underside, nursing strings of jizz into her throat.

Robby felt what was happening and forced his body into the right position. His cock bumped her teeth, gouged the roof of her mouth as it exploded with hot cum.

Mona had the shaft firmly in her grasp now. She clutched it like a lollipop and lapped at the dark purple knob that kept pouring out its potent froth.

"Mona… got… to… fuck… you… some… more," Robby gasped. He jerked himself free from her hands and pushed her legs up high. Then he forced her knees against her breasts and flopped the slimy head of his cock into her crevice. She was so covered with her slick juices, so smeared with her brother's cum, that he went in easily to the hilt.

The sudden feeling of being filled again made her buck her ass. Another itch built quickly in the depths of her body. Her delicate petals were nicked around the spearing cockshaft as it searched in her heat.

"Ghhhhuuuuuuuu!" She came with a raging convulsion of pleasure she'd never, ever been fucked so good! She scissored her legs around her brother and wished she could take all of him up into her. She closed her eyes tight, panting, babbling love words. The sorrows and tension of the past few weeks had gone. And as they left her she felt a huge drowsiness, a complete relaxation. Though Robby was still fucking her with slow, gentle stabs, she slipped away. Her consciousness threaded out to nothing and she slept.

"I musta woke Mom up," Sheri said, putting the phone back on the hook. She opened the glass doors and stepped from the booth. The man who called himself Roger stood leaning against the fender of his car. He smiled at her, ground his cigarette out with a twist of his foot.

"Well?" he asked cheerfully.

"Yeah, she said you were a friend of my dad's right." Sheri tossed her school books into the seat of the Lincoln and studied the man again. He had on faded denims and a cowboy shirt. His hair was blond and curly. It was a strange feeling, looking at him. She'd always imagined her father's hair as being blond, too. She wished she knew her father's name. But Mona had always kept that secret well. "Mona says I can go with you if I want. Are you really going to buy me a new dress?"

"Sure. Your old man was a good friend of mine. Real good friend." Roger looked at his hands, then at Sheri. "I promised him that if I ever got way, I'd show you a good time."

"Where is my father?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"I had to promise your mother I wouldn't talk about any of that."

Sheri sighed. "Yeah. She hates him. She won't tell me anything about him at all."

"Well, come on. Let's go get that dress." Roger opened the door for her.

Sheri ended up with three dresses, a new pair of hip huggers and a top. Roger had driven to the most expensive boutique in town. She was sure he'd dropped over three hundred dollars. When they were back inside his Lincoln she threw her arms round his neck and kissed him.

"I wish I could thank my daddy, too," she breathed.

"Maybe you have, honey, maybe you have."

Roger drove her to a fancy restaurant and they went inside. Even though he wore jeans, the waiter smelled money. He took them to a dark, corner table. Sheri let Roger order her a mixed drink. In a classy place like this, nobody checked I.D.'s.

She kept finding herself staring at the good-looking man. He looked about the same age as Mona. He was awful sexy. And so darned nice. Alter a sip or two of alcohol she let down her reserve completely and slipped her little hand in his big one. She wanted to show him that she appreciated his attention. And too, she was curious about whether or not she could interest an older man. Getting Uncle Robby to like her had been one step. But Roger was obviously experienced, mature. Did he think of her as a child? Or had he considered her as a female? She was trying so hard to act sophisticated.

"I'm not hungry," she said when the waiter came to take their order. "I'm too excited."

"I'll just fuel us up some more then," Roger said, ordering two more drinks. She snuggled against his side. The alcohol was giving her courage. She leaned her head against his shoulder. She had his hand in both of hers and though she didn't plan on it, his palm somehow ended up against her thigh. The short dress she had on had slipped up enough so that she could feel his touch on her bare skin. It set off wonderful tickles between the lips of her pussy.