John Kellerman: The family threesome

"Woooooooo," she cooed as his tongue dug and flicked the dainty nubbin. She tossed under him like a snake. Her ankles hooked over the backs of his legs, then unhooked again. She couldn't keep still. And the hard push of his cock against her abdomen was thrilling. It was so close to the way it would be when they fucked.

Sheri laughed inside. She was already thinking of that, thinking of fucking Robby! She wanted to right now. The knowledge that it was wrong, that they were kin, only made her want him more. But what about basics? The fact that she might get pregnant.

Another hot thrill made her cry out. Even that made it better! She almost wanted to take the chance. To open herself completely to Robby, to give and give and give until she could take his cum deep inside her body.

"Do you want me?" she whispered, kissing his earlobe, the side of his cheek.

"God yes!"

"Take me!"

"Sheri… you're crazy as hell." Robby started to push himself up from her. Sheri grabbed frantically, pulled his mouth back down to touch her breast.

"Nobody would know!" she babbled. "Just us!"

"Sheri… damn it. I'm your uncle, for Christ sake."

"Put your cock inside my body," Sheri breathed, feeling giddy with excitement. "Ohhhh. I want you to! I'm dying for you to."

He looked at her seriously. "How have you kept from getting pregnant up to now?" Sheri almost got mad. But she quieted the momentary rage inside her.

"For your information, I haven't had to be careful. I haven't done it with anybody before."

"Ohh Jesus!" Robby kissed her, kissed her neck. "I'm sorry if it sounded like I thought… I didn't… I mean…"

"Oh, be quiet and kiss we!"

Robby kissed her. Their lips brushed, parted, brushed again. Their tongues lashed softly, wetly together. They teased each other lightly like that until at last Sheri could stand it no longer. She thrust her open mouth against his so hard that his tooth cut her lips. She sucked her blood along with Robby's spit, pumping her slim body up and down against his loins. After a while Robby looked into her eyes.

"Sheri… I'm not crazy enough to mess things up by making love to you."

Sheri pouted. But again she fought the impulse to get testy. She had to be cool, or try to anyhow.

"Just hold me then," she gasped, running her fingers down his back. Gently, inch by inch, she worked her hand between their bodies again. She wanted to feel the shape of that organ. She wanted to see what it was all about. Robby rolled onto his side, still kissing the side of her neck and her shoulder.

"You don't mind if I look at you?" she asked. Robby shook his head that he didn't. Sheri scooted down on the bed and propped herself on an elbow. In her hand, the white hard cock throbbed. It was slender and smooth until it got up to the head. Then the whole thing flared out like a dark mushroom. She poked a fingernail into the crown and Robby jerked slightly. It was spongy, but firm. Sheri couldn't help but think what it would be like sliding in and out of her cunt. And yet she had no idea what anything would feel like inside her. Her slick, hot tube was as much a mystery to her as exactly what went on when a boy got his rocks.

The books explained all that. But in words and style that didn't seem to translate into images she might understand. Sheri caressed the shaft gently and watched the crown bulge. Then she held the loose skin a little tighter and jacked up and down a few times. The results were surprisingly dramatic. Not only did Robby moan and pump his hips, but the head of his cock grew in size until Sheri could almost hide a finger behind the flared part. That hot, dark, fleshy barb looked like it was made to penetrate a girl's body and then lodge there. A shivery thrill made her tremble. Sheri knew why it was made to lodge, to stick inside a girl. So it would stay until the hot jizz filled her womb. Babies. Lots of babies. She closed her eyes and moved Robby's cockskin rhythmically.

"Sheri… baby… don't… don't do that anymore…!"

"Why Robby?" He looked in agony, Sheri thought. He was writhing on his back on the bed as she worked his cock with a steady movement of her duped fingers. She felt very, very hot. She tingled all over and the nipples on her chest seemed to be giving off an electrical charge. She brushed her free hand across them and moaned with pleasure. A sudden urge to kiss him, kiss Robby, made her low her head. She put her lips against his muscular belly and left them there until she had the nerve to push her tongue into his navel. Poor Robby had his eyes closed now, his flats clenched by his side.

"It's so big, so hot!" she whispered, almost to herself. Something, some hidden urge made her move her mouth down to Robby's cockhead. She'd heard terrible things whispered about girls who touched the genitals of a male. They grew mustaches. Or something worse. But this was love. And Sheri couldn't seem to stop herself.

Lightly, as if she were kissing a rose petal, Sheri placed her wet lips on the head of Robby's prick. A burning jab of pleasure shot through her. For an instant she was dizzy with the daring knowledge of what she'd done. It wasn't anything more than a kiss, she told herself. Not a head job, like Annie Faber had talked about some women doing. But Sheri couldn't take her lips away from the velvet-smooth swell. She could feel it throbbing against her tongue as she pushed it out between her lips. Her tongue flicked very slowly across the feverish surface. Spit dribbled from the corners of her mouth. An odd feeling came over her.

"Oh Robby," she babbled, lips rubbing his cock as she spoke. Then she parted them slightly and forgot to think about what she was doing. The swollen tip eased into her mouth like it was born to fit there.

"Mmmmm," she cooed, sucking the curve of her tongue along the underside. She could feel the little lobes there, could feel the constant supply of hot blood that seemed to be packed tight into that mushroom knob at the end of Robby's shaft. But a bright flash of realization made her stiffen. She jerked her mouth away with a wet pop.

"I don't know what got into me… I… I… Ohhh Robby…!" Instead of leaving him alone, she was kissing it again. Her lips pursed along the underside of his length until she'd kissed wet places all the way down to his balls. Then she kissed that wrinkly, dark sac, too. Robby seemed to be going slightly insane.

"You don't think I'm awful?"

"Sheri… God no! Ohhh baby… God…"

"Can I do it again? Kiss you some more?"

Sheri licked her lips and placed them very gingerly around the swollen head again. Then she slid them down, down, down. When the head of his cock brushed the roof of her mouth she stopped and breathed slowly through her nose. Then her tongue began to work as if by itself. It stroked that bulging tube that ran along the underside of Robby's prick. It tickled the tube sharply, then fanned it, then troughed to its shape and sucked hard. The spit popped in her flared nostrils. Sheri thought she was getting drunk on love. She couldn't ever believe she might do something so… so carnal. But instead of ugly, like the pictures in the manuals had been, Robby's cock was beautiful.

Carefully she tangled her fingers in the soft sac that held his balls. She found one slick egg and squeezed it a little, letting it slide around in the slickness. She lifted her head until only the tip of his cock was inside her mouth. Her tongue danced wildly over the taut, fevered surface. It had grown even larger since she'd had it inside her mouth. She brought her teeth bumping against the ridge, then bit down slightly. Robby flopped and jerked like someone was branding him on the ass with a hot poker.

Sheri couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have that thing up against her. Not just her belly either, but her mast sensitive parts! Right against them. Robby didn't have to break any of his rules. He could just let them touch, couldn't he?