Grace Wilkinson - A family perversion

The man placed himself in position over the young redhead's rapidly rising and falling belly. He was kneeling now between her widely spread thighs, his hands moving down to the hair-covered area of her groin, his fingers splaying out the moist outer flanges of her cuntal lips. Then he bobbed his head as he slowly parted the soft curl-fringed opening to expose the wetly glistening slit of the woman's hungering cunt. His head pushed in closer between the trembling outstretched legs, his wet tongue snaking out to flick teasingly at the warmly quivering center of raw nerves at the top of the slit. A low animal moan mewled out from the woman's lips and she arched her writhing groin up more tightly against the man's dipping head, her hips beginning a slow up and down movement in rhythm to the fucking of his wetly slavering tongue. The groans erupted again and again in soft sputtering sounds from her chest, and her upper torso shimmied like a belly dancer's squirming in an audible swish as her wildly writhing shoulders pushed back onto the spongy cushions of the couch.

Liz Rouelle's mouth gaped in disbelief as she watched the woman twisting lustfully beneath the depraved sucking of her hotly throbbing loins. She drew in on the brown-papered cigarette, feeling her mind expand into a flowering prism of lewd sensation that spread out from the top of her head, tingling in tiny electric pinpricks of pleasure down her spine. Her own torso began swaying to the low reedlike music, and the rhythmic movements of the man and woman on the couch, her warmly palpitating cuntal lips pressing through the sheer tight-fitting material of her dress into the soft cushion that cupped her loins. A dim awareness of why she had come here and what she didn't want to do floated through her consciousness. It had something to do with her husband. He was here with Natalie, who was… who was… Well she had seen them dancing, and she had seen them dry fucking, but all that could wait. She would take care of everything, but not right now. Oh, God! What was happening to her?

Before she had time to gather her thoughts, she felt Kevin's hand circling down the front of her dress, moving toward her warmly throbbing nipples and touching them ever so slightly, then slowly spiraling back again and tugging on their stiffening little tips, and she knew she should resist, but she couldn't recall why! They had made beautiful love together. Why should she stop him now? He continued his teasing and massaging, and suddenly he shifted his probing hand down her softly tingling belly until she could feel it resting just below the tight elastic band of her panties. She dropped her hand down toward his to stop the sensuously searching fingers with some vague idea that this was something no one else should be allowed to see, but her hand didn't go where she had directed it. It fell with a feathery lightness on the edge of his hip, then slid with a purpose of its own to his thigh where she could feel the warmly throbbing head of his growing cock pressing against the material of his slacks.

"Oh, my God," she coughed and seized the blunt head of his veined prick, veined so hard she could feel the ridges through his pants. "We-we can't, really, oh, Kevin. We must not!"

However, the reality of the action going on in front of her was now a part of her own being. The woman's wildly squirming body levered up beneath the man's head that licked and sucked as he brought her closer to climax. Suddenly, another figure moved into the arc of light centering on the two figures splayed out across the couch. Liz's eyes squinted and she jerked back in a new jolt of astonishment. Another man stood before the couch, completely naked, his enormous lewd pole of a bloated cock jutting out from his groin like a giant inflamed spike. A low uneasy stirring in the hushed room accompanied the appearance of the new participant as he pulled back the thick foreskin from his long fleshy blood-engorged instrument and began jerking himself into further hardness. From where Liz was sitting, it was difficult to tell the exact size of the monstrous organ, but it looked to be at least ten inches long and barely fitted in the man's hand that continued pummeling the lewd shaft into complete erection. The woman leaned her head back, catching sight of the man costumed only in his naked skin, and she opened her mouth, running her tongue salaciously across the edges of her gaping lips.

The man crouched down and guided his thickly burgeoning member toward the widely stretched mouth that gaped in expectancy like the lips of an obscenely sucking fish. Liz held her breath. She was certain the girl would choke from the sheer size of the organ about to plunge into her mouth, the thick turgid head waving lewdly across her face like a heavily clenched fist. But she didn't. She moved her head and sucked hungrily as though she had waited all eternity for the moment. Meanwhile, the other hunched figure increased the rapidly licking ministrations of the girl's loins, worming his tongue snake-like in through her cuntal walls, then slithering it out of the moistly glistening crack and running his tongue up the exposed outer flanges of her pussy. One of the girl's hands rested on the man's head while he fucked into her groin, and the other cradled the semen-bloated testicles beneath the tree-trunk of a cock that was skewering hotly into her mouth from above.

Oh, God! The girl was getting it at both sides; she was taking on both of them at once! Liz had never seen or heard about things like this. Yes, she had read about orgies, but for her they had been something out of a fairytale world she had never thought of in any kind of real terms. She had not thought of them as full of real, hotly panting bodies in the actual flesh, who suffered real passion and sucked at one another's genitals as the three of these strangers were doing now! Suddenly the truth of the stories she had heard came to her detached consciousness with astounding insight. This was a pagan ritual that was still being enacted and repeated inside a history of which she was a moving part. Her hands gripped at Kevin's rapidly enlarging cock through the rough material of his pants while her own son thrust his hand beneath the hem of her tightly fitting sheath, coursing his fingers over the light nylon strip of her panties that puckered in at the moistly seething opening of her throbbing cuntal lips! And she could do nothing to stop it, nothing to arrest the catapulting of her emotions as he touched her, and she watched the woman with the red hair succumb to the depraved sucking at her loins and the bestial cock that was rampantly slicing through her lips.

Every once in awhile, Tom Rouelle lifted his head to the spectacle, enjoying the interplay of his own toying manipulations of Natalie's large smoothly uplifting titties and the wild action going on a few feet away from him. Christ, he thought, this was a stroke of luck. There really had been a convention which he could skip, and now Natalie was purring kittenishly and rubbing her pussy against his crotch as though she wanted to fuck him right here in front of everybody. He wasn't quite ready for that, but the new sense of freedom that Natalie and especially this party brought into his life made him aware of all sorts of possibilities. He looked down at the squirming redheaded woman being worked over by the two men and felt his already overheated cock jerk out into greater blood-filled hardness. He could feel it press stiffly through his slacks and bulge its steadily throbbing head directly on her palpitating little slit. She was a pretty thing, this little Natalie, and she had sucked and fucked him royally when he had helped her that day put the apartment together. In a few minutes, he would be returning the compliment by screwing her right in the same mattress but a little flatter and roomier, he suspected.