Diana Shannon: The sitter saw a suck show

"Suck it, Mary," Brandy's father urged.

They were in the bedroom, yet they might have been right in Brandy's room, from the way she heard it.

Brandy heard her mother's throaty laugh and then lewd sucking sounds.

"That's it! Take it deep," he coaxed.

Closing her eyes and squeezing her twit, Brandy let the exploratory finger slip back inside. The burning excitement surging through her was uncontrollable, almost blocking out the sound of her parents. She added a finger to stretch her small fuck-hole.

Suddenly, it occurred to her that she had never looked at her pussy while it was wet. Quietly, she slipped out of bed, opened her door and pecked into the dark hall.

Darting across the hall, she entered the bathroom, closed the door and flipped on the light. Pulling her short gown up and holding it with her chin, she studied the pink, button-like nipples standing out from her pear-shaped tits. She pinched her nipples gently and bolts of excitement shot down her belly to her pussy. Quickly, she peeled her silky pink panties off her round ass and they slid down her firm thighs to her ankles.

Brandy squatted and loaned over. She could see her hairy pussy and the deep-pink pussy lips.

Moving over to the tub, she propped one foot up on it and squatted again. Still not a much better view, but now she had to piss. Brandy reined on the seat and a stream of yellow pin tinkled into the bowl. She leaned over and watched it. When she was finished, she fingered her cunt again, carefully, and found even more of the thick juices than she had felt before.

That was when she looked up and saw the hand mirror lying beside the sink.

Grinning, Brandy grabbed the mirror and placed it on the rug beside the tub. Kicking off her panties, she shrugged out of her gown and squatted over the mirror. There, fully exposed, was her hungry pink pussy, covered with the same rich brown hair that was on her head. She studied it for a long time, noting the lemony drops of piss that still clung to the cunt hairs as well as the swollen nub about the size of a pencil eraser. She knew it was her clit and what it could do, but she had never seen it clearly before.

Touching her clit tentatively, she quivered and gasped. Using her fingers, she spread her pussy lips apart even wider and tried to look inside.

"Suck my balls!" her father wailed – and a gush of heat filled her cunt.

She watched her fuck-hole clutch and wink, and then several drops of clear cunt juice dripped onto the mirror. Brandy spread the fluid, again covering her pussy lips, her clit and the crack of her ass. This time, she even dared to probe her puckered asshole with the tip of her wet finger.

Brandy could control herself no longer. Still squatting over the mirror, she squeezed the sensitive nub of her clit between two fingers. Waves of pleasure shot through her, and she fought to keep from moaning aloud.

She began massaging around her clit in a circular motion and probed deep inside her pussy with a finger of her other hand.

Dropping to her knees, both fingers working busily, Brandy closed her eyes and imagined what it would feel like to have a man between her legs, licking, sucking and then finally fucking his big cock inside her to the balls.

Her breath quickened and her body trembled. As her orgasm built, she let her imagination run wild, even to the point of moving the sex-slick finger out of her pulsing pussy and jamming it in her asshole!

That pushed her over the edge. She came in a flood of cunt juices, grunting and squirming. At last, sitting flat down on the floor, she gasped.

As she struggled to catch her breath, Brandy rubbed the drops of cunt juice off the mirror, brought her finger to her nose and sniffed. It smelled musky, yet sweet.

Temporarily satisfied, Brandy pulled her panties and gown back on and stepped out into the dark hall.

Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind in a viselike grip and a hand was clamped over her mouth. Stunned, Brandy froze. And then, in the darkness, she recognized her brother's voice.

"It's me, Sis," he whispered close to her ear. She was acutely aware of how masculine he smelled and how hard the muscles in his chest and arms felt surrounding her. What felt like a steel rod was nudging the crack of her ass, and she knew that was his prick. Brandy pushed back against him, making his cock throb and quiver.

Mary's soft moan came from the bedroom at the end of the hall, and then there was the sound of movement on the bed.

"Let's watch," Rob suggested as he guided Brandy to the partially open door.

Brandy had always wanted to watch but never had the nerve. Her brother's grip tightened and she felt the length of his body pressing against her backside, pushing her forward.

They crawled the last few feet, not making a sound in the carpeted hall. And then, on hands and knee, Rob bending over his sister, they peeked inside.

Both of the bedside lamps were on, bathing the room in a soft glow, illuminating the couple on the bed. Brandy's mother was on her knees between her husband's outstretched legs. Her upturned ass was clearly visible as she bent over with her hungry, sucking lips wrapped around his cock. As she bobbed her head up and down on his prick, her fingers swam around in her sloppy pussy.

"Mary, if you keep that up, you're gonna get your tonsils coated," Frank warned.

Reluctantly, she let go of his prick, giving it a farewell kiss. And thou she relaxed on her knees cupping and kneading the heavy globes of her tin.

Her head was thrown back, her long, brown hair cascading down her back, and the look on her face was one of pure lust.

Brandy's father lay on his back, one hand behind his head, the other hand wrapped around the huge, spit-slick fucker that protruded from his crotch. He was stroking his cock slowly, the fat, purple prick head glistening with wetness.

Brandy's hand moved of its own accord to the wet crotch of her panties, and Rob's breath was rasping right at her ear. It felt like every inch of her body was on fire.

"My pussy is so hungry, Frank," Mary moaned, and then her hands left her tits to spread her pussy lips for him to see.

"And I've got just the sausage to feed it," Frank said as he reached for her.

There was a rustle of covers and movement. Then Frank was kneeling between the widely spread legs of his wife, his hard, throbbing cock aimed directly at her hairy cunt gash. Supporting himself on strong, muscular arms, he leaned forward, kissing her mouth hard and then moved his lips down her neck to suck her tits.

"God, Frank… fuck me, please!" Mary begged.

She squirmed as he moved from one swollen nipple to the other, nibbling. With a little laugh, Frank plunged two fingers inside Mary's wet pussy. She cried out as if in pain, inn spread her legs farther apart and hunched against his hand.

He added another finger, and the three fingers seemed to please Mary even more. She moaned louder and pinched her bouncing tits as her loins rose off the bed to meet his fingers.

After a few minutes of this, Frank pulled his fingers free with a lewd sucking sound and spread her wetness over the thick shaft, of his cock.

Brandy's heart was pounding, her panties were soaked and she had both hands between her legs, trying to scratch the itch there. Rob's breathing came in quick, whistling gasps. And as he watched his parents, he rubbed his cock up and down the crack of his sister's upturned ass.

Taking one of Mary's feat in each of his hands, Frank pushed her thighs back against her tits, exposing her dripping cunt. Mary's hand reached for his prick, found it and guided it to her fuck-hole.

Brandy was stunned. There was no way that huge cock could fit inside her mother! Even as she was thinking it though, the man's cock was disappearing inch by inch into the hole between the woman's legs.