John Kellerman - The family threesome

"Roger… God… it's been so long!" She twined her fingers in his blond hair as he began to lick the outer surface of her mound. The dark curls parted wetly and then he was digging his tongue into the slippery crevice. She humped her back and pushed herself up for him to eat on. His mouth made a sucking sound as it entered between the outer lips. She felt her clit being sucked up from its juices.

"Nhhhhhaaaaaaa!"

"You taste like you always tasted."

"Ohhhh Roger!"

She stretched her legs so wide that her hip popped. Roger nibbled the inside of her dainty cunt. He swathed the glistening surface with his spit and plunged his tongue up into her hole. She bucked and threw her ass around on the bed as the excitement began to get to her.

"You're all woman," he growled, pushing his body up over hers. His hands kneaded her ass cheeks as he pushed the head of his cock between her feverish petals. Then she moved like she'd done a long time ago. It was their signal that she wanted him. Roger moved too, bringing his hips forward slowly. Inch by inch Mona could feel his thick meat filling her, filling her to the very end of her tube. When his body had settled against her mound, she kissed him hungrily.

"There still that old excitement isn't there?" she sighed.

"Yeah. Sure is."

They fucked for an hour. Mona came three times and wanted to try for four but she just couldn't suck Roger up for one last go. She understood completely. He'd spurted so much own that there was a wet place the size of a saucer between her legs and her thighs were smeared with drying curds. A man could only go so far and she'd taken him to the end of his particular road.

"Well," she sighed, fondling his wilted cock lovingly. "Now that we've seen how much fun we've missed these past years…"

"Could we make a go of it again Mona?" He touched her face. "Do you really think so?"

"Let's take the chance." She kissed the soft skin of his prick and lay back. Maybe someday she'd even have the nerve to tell Roger about Robby. But now what mattered most was having her ex-husband with her again. Living in the same house. Loving her whenever she needed it. And after all the luke-warm affairs she'd had with other men, she knew she needed it bad.

"I don't believe a word you say," Annie Faber whispered. But she kept staring at Sheri. Sheri smiled and nodded slowly. "It's true? A guy with a Lincoln Continental? In his thirties?"

"He was probably closer to forty. He's some friend of my dad's. I think he felt kind of guilty for doing it. But he really liked it."

"You really gave him head?" Annie bit her lip. "I can't hardly believe…"

"Smell my breath," Sheri said, leaning close.

"Wow! Yeah, you sure did."

"But after that he got all weird about what had happened and drove me home. So I'm still sitting on mine." She sighed and pulled a hand between her legs. "And it feels like a hair trigger."

"Well, if I was a boy," Annie giggled, winking. "Yeah, we tried all that a year ago, remember?"

"It was kind of fun, but nothin's better than a cock slipping up your cunt." Annie stretched her long legs. She had on a slip but no panties and Sheri could see her brown cunt hair. If she hadn't known the truth, she might think her best friend was a virgin. There was certainly nothing on the outside which might indicate differently. But Annie was no virgin.

"Maybe I can go find Robby at the University library. He's either there, at class or at home. He's really a bookworm."

"I don't think I could do it with my very own uncle," Annie said, looking at a ragged fingernail. "That's incest."

"Yeah," Sheri said, licking her lips. "It's exciting. I didn't realize exactly why it was so taboo until I starting doing it with Robby. I really don't think that it bothers him that I'm his niece."

Annie jumped up. "Hey, I just remembered how good my electric toothbrush feels when I'm horny. You want to try it?"

Sheri got up, straightened her dress. "No. Think I'll just see if I can find Robby. I know if I can just get my hands on him, he'll give in. He really likes my body. He's always sucking and kissing on it and telling me how pretty I am."

"Well, good luck. I'll call ya up later."

"Yeah, bye." Sheri went down the walk and turned towards the University. Chances of finding her uncle were pretty slim really, but she was in bad shape. And just rubbing herself wasn't going to get the job done.

She hurried through the campus, watching couples with their arms entwined. She had to pause at the library steps. Her coat had rubbed as she walked in and in its swollen state that friction had gotten her half crazy with lust. She went into the old, cool building and entered the stacks. She knew where Robby's study cubicle was. He rented a desk on the third level way back by the anthropology section.

Before she got to the third level, Sheri ducked into on dark aisle and stripped her panties off. She held them clenched in her fist and hurried on. A few undergraduate boys took a long look at her willowy body and long legs as she swept past. Sheri smiled. If only they knew she wasn't wearing anything at all under that short dress.

Robby's cubicle was empty, but some of his books were stacked there and one lay open. He was looking for something down some dark aisle. Sheri started searching, breathless with want now that she was so close to finding her uncle.

She saw him at the far end of an aisle flipping through a book, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose. She crept up behind him and hugged him around the waist.

"Who…? What the hell…?" he grabbed her wrist and turned. "Sheri! Christ, what are you doing here?"

"Lookin' for you," she grinned. She pushed her hands under his shirt and rubbed his belly. Then she stuffed her wadded panties down the front of his jeans. He reddened when he saw what she'd done.

"Damn… I think you're a little crazy."

"Crazy about you," she whispered, looking pouty for him. He pulled her panties from where she'd jammed them. Sheri watched him fold them carefully and slip them into his pocket.

"I've got a lot of work to do yet," he said. "I can't really…"

"It's so nice and gloomy back here," she said, looking around. It seemed like they were the only ones in the building. She walked a few steps to the end of the stack and leaned against the wall. Looking directly into his eyes, Sheri lifted the hem of her dress. When the edge came even with her mound, Robby swallowed hard and shook his head.

"Sheri, if your mother knew how you carry on…"

"You're not going to tell her, are you?"

"No. But…" He stopped, his eyes glued to the curls that peeked from under her dress. Sheri rolled her ass and let her eyes flutter closed. She heard him coming over to her but didn't look at him, didn't move.

"Sheri… Oh Sheri baby," he gasped, sliding a hand up the inside of her thigh. She moaned as her juices spilled out over his knuckles. She let her head flop forward on his chest.

"I felt like hell the other night. It's bad enough me being your uncle." Plunging a hand down the front of his pants. She hooked her fingers under his cock and pulled it up straight in his underwear. Robby groaned and worked his finger up into her hole. More hot butter flooded out. Sheri felt some of it dripping down her leg.

"Ohhhhh Robby. I'm so horny! Fuck me darling, please fuck me!"

He lifted her up so that her feet was on the lowest shelf of a rack. It made her body just about the right height. He unbuckled his jeans and unzipped the fly hurriedly. She helped free his slender, hot cock from his shorts and held the tip against her partly open mound. It was swollen open, seeping juice down over the sensitive skin of her uncle's prick. Sheri could smell her own pungent musk, the odor of a female in heat.