Ken Preston - More than a daughter

It was disturbing to me, in a way, to learn that Allen had been diddling around with Mom in some way or other, because otherwise why would she almost "bless" what he was doing to me right now? Oh hell! Nuts to the questions and problems. I was so hot for sex, that was all that mattered, and anyway, Allen was turning out to be real good with his mouth on my cunt. I spread my pussy lips wide open so I could see my clit standing up perky and stiff.

Allen took his cue and concentrated his tongue work right on my clitty. It seemed I couldn't open my legs wide enough. My tummy was trembling. It was hard to breathe, I was so damn hot. Thrilling jolts, like electricity, ran through me each time he stopped for a second or two and then his tongue made contact again. He seemed to know exactly what to do, down there, to drive a girl into fierce, tummy-cramping climaxes. I got off three in a row, sort of little ones, but I knew the wine was getting in the way of the messages my pussy was trying to send up to my fuzzy brain.

Mom shed her robe on her way across the room to us, weaving just a little, but with her eyes on her target – Allen's hard cock sticking up in the air. She lay down on the floor beside him and her mouth zeroed in on his cockhead like a homing pigeon. That told me a lot about my mom and my brother! I guessed he had had some education on cunt sucking from someone who really dug feeling a man working with his mouth between her legs – my own mom! She licked him and sucked on his cock more gently than I had, and with a few tricks I didn't mind learning, laying there relaxed while Allen roamed around deliciously between my open thighs. He couldn't take much in the way of a blow job, I discovered. While I watched, round-eyed, my mother lay down on the soft rug and lifted her knees up almost to her chest, exposing her beautiful box to her son's easy entry. His mouth left me very promptly. His cock trembled at the entrance to her snatch, for just a brief moment, and then it slid into her, completely disappearing from sight inside her golden nest. He fucked her much like my daddy, but without the real expertness that I guessed a man had to learn as his cock enjoyed more pussies as he went through life. They were so wrapped up in each other I suddenly felt very much alone, even though I could have reached right down to them and felt Allen's stiff cock with no strain at all. I needed a cold shower in the worst way. I bent to give my brother a quick kiss and shuffled off to the bathroom.

The hot shower was just what I needed! I toweled my skin until I felt radiantly alive. All the wine cloud that had been fogging my mind was blown away. I felt ready for love, and that sent me in search of my daddy.

I couldn't find him in his bedroom and he was not in his study. Teresa! I bet myself a big cookie he was with her! When I stood outside her bedroom door I knew he was in there, with her. The odd little sounds he made when he got turned on were coming from Teresa's bed. I walked boldly into her room, stark naked and ready to get into whatever action was going on. There they both were in the center of her bed! She was crouched over his strong body, his erect cock in one of her hands and with the other she was doing his cock with a long, thick white vibrator. My father's face was buried between her legs, working on her cunt so eagerly he was totally surprised to look up and find his daughter watching him eating our maid like a man starved for pussy. He looked… well, sort of sheepish. Like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. But then he shrugged with his shoulders and went right on with his tongue work, parting her cunt lips with two fingers and licking her stiff clit so neatly I could see her pussy hole open and shut with quick spasms.

Teresa acted bold as brass. Why not? She had the master of the house sucking on her cunt. I knew before long I'd see her nails raking my father's ass just like she had done when my brother had his cock deep inside her. Sure enough, in another minute she dropped the vibrator, grinned at me and lay down on her curvy back on her bed and waited for my dad to mount her. She did not wait long! It was Dirk and Teresa all over again, but this time the cock she was fucking, glassy-eyed with her hot passions, was more expert than the smaller version I'd watched plowing into her black snatch.

I was totally amazed at the animal heat she radiated, and how she stroked his cock with such steady, long sweeps of her hips. She rocked her hips down until only the very tip of his cock was in her, then took him in steadily until he was balls-deep in her wet hole. She screwed much differently than my mom, but then so did I. I guessed all women reacted in their own personal ways, to a stiff cock.

I began to feel like an orphan kid. Sexually, I mean. Everybody in the house was getting theirs, but me. Sharing Daddy with Mom was one thing, in my mind, but if he wanted to fuck the maid, let him do it solo, I figured. Judging by the grip she had on his tool, he would be pretty pooped when she let him go. I wandered out of her room, feeling pouty as a spoiled brat.

Where the hell was Dirk all evening? I looked in his room, but it was as empty as my pussy. I decided – fuck it! A swim in the pool would keep me busy for a while. It was a very warm night, and the moon still hung like a huge silver ball in the sky. I paddled around the shallow end, luxuriating in the feel of the water tickling my cunt when I opened and closed my legs. I pulled myself up on one of the floats and just drifted, watching the moon duck under a cloud and then slide out to shine down on me.

I heard Dirk's van crunching on the gravel driveway. In a minute I saw his form appear from the shadows of the garage and come toward the pool. "Dirk!" I called to him. "Come on in and swim with me. The water's super nice." He waved and started shedding his clothes on the lawn as, he made for the pool. His cock bounced as he walked, gleaming white in the moonlight and looking so much like my father's that my pussy started it's old itchy clamor for attention.

I slid off the raft and paddled to the side of the pool. He dove in and came up close to me. "Hi, Sis. Where is everybody?" I was tempted to tell him his father was in the maid's room, screwing the hell out of her hot cunt. And that Allen and Mom were getting it on in the family room. But I held my tongue and just replied casually, "Guess they are all asleep. Were you out on the town?"

He grinned and came closer to me, his hands resting on my hips. The tip of his cock touched my pussy fur, teasingly. "I was just out driving around sort of aimlessly. Thinking about you, to be truthful."

My hands closed around his stiffening cock and I grinned impishly at him. "And were you thinking about maybe doing your loving sister?" His thing was up like a flagpole now. "Could be," he said, turning serious. I held on to his neck and opened my legs for him, just the way I had for the older version of his cock. He guided himself to the tight entrance to my cunt and stopped right there. "Are you sure you want me to do this?" he asked. For an answer I pulled him tight to me. He drew in his breath sharply as he felt himself sliding into my slick pussy that promptly clamped down on his rigid length the second he was all the way in. "My God, Deb! You are so tight I can't believe it!"

I breathed in his ear, "Don't talk. Please fuck me and slow… yes, like that… ooooh… your cock feels so nice in there… oh, Dirk, let's get the hell out of this pool and over on the lounge… please!"

He held me tight to him, never taking his cock out of my quivering hole. He half floated, half walked me to the pool steps and up and over to the lounge, laying me flat on the soft cushion without ever slipping out of me. He fucked me gently, lovingly, very slowly, and with such tender consideration for exactly the pace and the stroke that I wanted that I almost cried for joy. I let my arms and legs fall limp, relaxing completely, feeling his super neat cock working in and out, in and out, steadily and deeply. His lovemaking was that of a much older and experienced man, I thought. He made me feel very much loved, inside me. I had no desire at all to strain for a climax. I hoped he wouldn't come for hours and hours.