Midge Gette: The more the sexier

"Nonsense, my dear," Mrs. Parker crooned, slipping her robe off and displaying her nude figure. "I bet you need to have your pussy licked… and who cares if the tongue belongs to a man… or a woman?"

"Well, Mom, maybe she can have both!" Dwayne exclaimed.

Lorraine was helpless before the brazen advances of the two powerful sex partners. She closed her eyes, wondering if all of this was a dream. She didn't resist when she felt her dress being lifted off. Then she was stretched out on a couch… and without pause her damp panties were tugged off. Lorraine, despite her misgivings, realized she was very wet and hot.

"My dear, that's one of the most delectable twats I've ever seen," Mrs. Parker said admiringly.

"It tastes good, too, Mom!" Dwayne added.

"Let's find out for sure."

Lorraine kept her eyes closed, unwilling to fully join in the perverse activity. She felt her long legs being spread apart, fingers rubbing and prying open her slippery pussy lips, then two streams of warm breath made her cunt throb with fresh desire.

"Ohhhhh…"she moaned. "Yes, I'm horny… please lick me… gently…"

Her husky plea was immediately answered as two tongues worked the length of her pink, dripping slit. She peeked down and saw her husband's and mother-in-law's heads side by side between her quivering thighs. The sight was so unbelievably blaze of passion.

"Yes, doit!" she suddenly shrieked. "Eat my pussy… lick my cunt… hurry!"

The pair of tongues expertly worked her inflamed vagina, laving the warm pussy lips, then advancing inward to manipulate her clenched cunt walls. It wasn't long before Lorraine was beside herself with lust. The icing on the cake was when warm hands crawled up and massaged her heaving, swollen boobs.

"Please… faster… harder!" she screamed, her hips pumping into the licking faces. "I'm getting there… I'm… Ooowweee!"

Without further ado, the two lickers forced their way in. The two heads bobbed as Lorraine's cunt was vigorously tongue-fucked. The girl's legs and arms flailed the air as a blazing orgasm began to overwhelm her senses.

"Here I… harder… eat mmmeeeee… oh, God… I… Aaaaaiieeeee!!!!!"

She exploded, battering their faces with her hot, soppy twat. The two cunt-eaters hung on as the young girl squirmed and thrashed, wave after wave of brilliant pressure being released through her vagina. Her screams of joy filled the room.

Later, as Lorraine's motions subsided, her mother-in-law and husband grinned at their success.

The next day, Sharon succeeded in following her Uncle Nate to the Harrows' cottage. No one was home, and before Sharon could retreat, her uncle emerged, spotted her, and beckoned for her to enter.

''Well, Sharon," he said kindly. "I don't often get to speak to you alone."

"No, Uncle Nate," the teenager replied, impressed by her uncle's gentle tone. "And it's so peaceful here. Wish I had a cottage like this."

"That can be arranged," her uncle said, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Gosh, you mean it?" Sharon gasped.

"Sure. I've wanted the same thing. Maybe we… it would be like having a family."

"Don't say it just to be-" Sharon put a hand to her throat. "Oh, Uncle Nate, could we? Would you mind?" She leaned forward. "I'd try not to get in your way."

"We'd have to discuss it with your mother."

"Oh, no. She wouldn't care. Oh, let it be our secret, Uncle Nate, at least till we have the place built. Have you thought about it-made any definite plans?"

"I've had some blueprints made up. You might like to look them over and make some changes. And by the way, Sharon, that chauffeur fellow of your mother's makes me nervous. I've been thinking I'd like to get myself a car, but I don't drive. You do, I know. What do you think? A car of our own?"

Her eyes, gray as doves, gleamed with excitement. "My gosh," she cried. "Of course! We don't want to have anything more to do with the big house than we have to. What kind of car do you want?"

"I don't know that much about cars.

You'd have to decide that." He took his watch from his vest pocket, regarded it thoughtfully. "It's just past two o'clock. We could take a run downtown and look around today, if you'd like."

"Like? I'd love it. I'll call a cab. Where's the phone around here?"

"In the living room. I'm sure the Harrows won't mind."

She caught at his shoulders, giving him a little twirl. "Imagine," she cried. "Just when I was ready to walk west till my hat floated, this happens! Oh, Uncle Nate, for the first time I'm not sorry you're rich!" She let him go, raced to the telephone, then swung around to face him as he followed her. "One thing," she said, "no servants in our cottage. I'll keep house for you and even learn to cook, but no servants mucking about!"

"Just the two of us mucking," he twinkled. "And I'll do the cooking, if you please. I refuse to have my digestion ruined at this late date."

Her laughter was sweet to hear. "Oh, we'll have a lovely life together," she promised.

He went to stand by a window. "It's a beautiful spot," he remarked when she had finished at the-telephone. "I suppose what I should do is separate the property. Give your mother the big house and most of it, and keep what we need – and this cottage-in both our names."

She came to stand beside him, her face sobering. "Are you very rich, Uncle Nate?" she asked.

"I'm afraid so," he said with a sigh. "It's a great burden to me."

"Don't worry; I'll help you. But let's take it easy. Let's not-I mean don't you do anything impulsively anymore. I guess you think I have a lot of nerve telling you what to do," she added.

"We shook hands. We're partners now. Anything we do we'll talk over first. It's the way a family should be."

She blinked back a rise of tears. "I think I love you, Uncle Nate," she told him. "In a way, all I've ever wanted was a real family." She hugged his arm. "I'll stay with you always and never marry, or anything like that. It will just be you and me-and we'll be happy. Happy. I don't think I ever have been, not deep down. Oh, Uncle Nate, will it really happen?"

"We'll try to make it happen. Is the taxi coming?"

"They said fifteen minutes; as soon as they could. Uncle Nate-" She turned him to face her. "You won't send me away, will you? I mean, get tired of having me around and start talking about sending me off to school? I'm supposed to be very-difficult. I'll try not to get in your way-"

He felt a sense of anger, directed at her mother, but he kept his tone even. "I'll never send you away, Sharon," he told her. "Never." His tone turned playful. "But one of these days I expect I'll lose you to some young fellow. A pretty girl like you will never escape the eye of some lad."

She shook her head. "No, never. Boys-men-don't like me, Uncle Nate. And I don't care. Just so long as you do. You're all the family-anything I need."

He did not argue. "We'd better start walking out toward the street," he said. "Or will the taxi come here?"

"I guess I did give them the other address."

She took his arm and walked him out, taller than him by a head, her attitude protective. She kept glancing at him as if she expected him to disappear at any moment.

"I'll take good care of you," she said, tightening her hold on his arm. "I won't let anyone take advantage of you."

"That's fine. A great relief." His eyes danced. "The burden is only half as heavy when shared."

"You mean the burden of wealth." She nodded. "I really think it's too bad you have so much. Maybe you could get rid of some of it. Give it to some worthy cause, and just keep enough to be comfortable." Her eyebrows came down. "I'll get some kind of job," she added. "One of the worst things has been just living in that big house and doing nothing. I had a pretty good job as a typist in the accounting department of Talmadge's before you came. Mother made me quit. Actually, she got Dwayne to use his influence to have me let out because she thought it wasn't dignified-me working and us living on Skyline Drive. I was so mad! I don't want to live on your money anymore, Uncle Nate."