John Kellerman - The family threesome

"Both of you?" she gasped, looking at the two pricks. One long and slender, the other long, too, but thicker, heavier. She began to suck one and then the other, sliding her mouth back and forth, trying to satisfy the lusts of both her lovers. After a while, she found that the best technique was to jack both cocks as she sucked. That way when she was giving her attention to one, the other didn't feel left out.

Listening closely to their gasps and groans, she timed her sucking and jacking until she had both of them trembling on the edge of ecstasy. Then she pulled them together so that the head of each cock was touching. Somehow she got her mouth part way around the throbbing, taut cock tips as the sap frothed from both.

"Ohhh yesss!" she sighed, lapping the cummy blend up as fast as it spurted out. Both Robby and Roger had their hands in her hair, moving her, urging her to drain them dry.

By now she had come to love the taste of male sap. And she wasn't happy until she'd cleaned up every last speck of white, licked her lips like a happy cat and curled between their bodies again.

That was how Sheri found them. She knew Mona thought she'd gone to spend the night with Annie Faber. But Sheri hadn't been able to stay away. She was mad, of course, about the sudden union between Roger and Mona. After she'd gotten over the shock of finding out he was her father, Sheri only wanted him that much more. Somehow she thought that their kinship gave her even more right than Mona had. It was all pretty kinky thinking, she knew. But she couldn't disregard the impulse inside her. She'd been hoping to find Roger by himself. She'd wanted to talk to him. But when she discovered them – all three of them – cuddled in Mona's bed, Sheri went red with rage.

At first she only wanted revenge. Mona had Robby and Roger both. What a glutton. What a wonderful person to have as a mother. She didn't have a single moral left. But Sheri had to forget that line of thought. She was no one to talk about morals. She'd gladly fucked her uncle and seduced her father. Even though she hadn't known that Roger was kin to her, she felt responsible. Especially since she still wanted to make it with him.

But now she was on her way, where? Away from that dumb house and those dumb people. She was mad at every one of them. Mad at herself. Mad. She tried crying a little but quickly decided that her mood didn't call for tears. And the further away she got from the scene she'd accidentally stumbled upon, the more she mellowed. Until at last she found herself growing excited thinking about the things Roger and Robby must have done to Mona before she peeked into the room.

"Lucky Mona," she said to herself. For the first time she became conscious of where her angry walk had taken her. She was on the University campus. Since Robby was obviously attending to other matters, she couldn't guess why she'd wandered here. Until she remembered the look she'd gotten from the young man at the check-out desk at the library.

Her cunt tingled with anticipation. She hurried down the walk, sandals slapping in the darkness.

"We're going to close in fifteen minutes," the man said. It was the same guy all right. He had shoulder-length hair, light brown in color. And that twinkle in his eyes told her he remembered.

"I'll hurry," she said, pushing through the turnstile. There was hardly anyone around. She could almost hear her heart pounding as she clapped down the steps to the deepest, darkest level. She passed an older man with books under his arms as he headed for the exit. When she was sure she was alone, she slipped the fat joint from her jeans and lit it. She'd rolled it up at Annie's house and tucked it in her pants for later. She figured that later had finally come. She felt like getting crazy. She wanted to get all that tangled mess out of her skull. Whenever she was confused, Sheri took a toke. Grass had a way of stirring the whole mess up like an omelet. So when she came down thing weren't so ass backwards. It was weird how it worked, but it always did.

After the third toke, she knew she would be able to make out somehow. With Roger around, Mona would certainly be easier to live with. And Robby… Who could say about Robby? She smiled and dipped a finger down under the front of her jeans. The sudden voice frightened her.

"Closing time," the guy with long hair said. Sheri jerked her hand out of her jeans.

"Ohhhhh…"

"I don't know who in hell you are," he said, "but you're sure something else."

"I couldn't find what I was looking for." She smiled a silly smile. The roach had gone out in her fingers. They guy looked at the twisted joint and shook his head. But he was still grinning.

"You come down here to smoke grass. And you're not a student at the University. They look young nowadays, but not…" He let his eyes trip over her boyish, leggy figure. Sheri was stoned. She pushed her chin out defiantly.

"So what are you going to do about it?"

"I could call the campus police." He bored into her with his brown eyes. She trembled, but wasn't really all that scared. She knew he wasn't about to call any cops.

"You won't do that."

"Nope. Come on." He took her hand.

"Where to?"

"To my place. I want to question you."

Sheri stretched her naked body on the bed. The lights were low. A rock record thumped along from a small speaker suspended from the ceiling. The long-haired guy named Jesse hung his jeans over the back of a chair and knelt beside her.

He touched her long blonde hair, let it fall against her breasts.

"Yeah. They call it carnal knowledge. That's why I came to college." He eyed her hungrily. Sheri watched him take a rubber from its package and roll it down over the head of his cock. It was a lovely cock. The rubber was peach-colored. Sheri had never seen anything like it.

"You don't have an older brother who's gonna come looking for me, do you?" Jesse asked.

"Nope, no brother." Sheri put her hands on his shoulders. Jesse kissed her mouth softly, lowered his body down between her quivering thighs. As his cock touched the tender insides of her crevice, she hugged him. "Let's pretend that you're my brother," she whispered.

"I knew you had a kink somewhere," he said. Sheri giggled.

"It's a little one." She tilted her bottom up. "Ohhhhh, you're so hard and you smell good too. I've always wanted a brother that smelled good."

Jesse drove his cock hard into her pussy. Sheri let her eyes flutter closed as her bottom thrust furiously against the slick low flat filled her.

"Can you feel my pussy?" she gasped, raking her nails across his back.

"God yes! You're really tight and nice." He smiled and kissed her. "I always wanted a nice, tight sister."

"Wow Jesse… Ohhhh wow!" Sheri clutched her new man and plunged her ass in circles as she felt the excitement build where his wonderful prick fucked and fucked and fucked.