Frank Levy - One bed family

When Junior's rod finally stopped jerking and began to go soft, she pulled it out and plunged it into her mouth so that she could stick the last of his load out of him. Then she pulled Cindy over on the bed until she was lying flat on her back and went to work with her tongue down that dark, cummy well that was her cunt hole. Junior lay propped up on his elbow next to them watching his baby sister muff-dive on the new housekeeper. He was fascinated by it. He had never eaten out his sister's cunt before, but she seemed to be getting a hell of a kick out of doing it to Miss Cindy. He thought he might just try it sometime and see how it tasted.

Cindy felt like a volcano. Her cunt was open and pointed up into the air as she thrust her hips up to the girl's face, and it felt like she was erupting. She just got hotter and hotter as the girl tongued her and lapped her blazing tongue deeply down into her cunt hole. And her clit was getting tickled and rubbed by Mary Lou's fingers while her tongue was sucking out her cunt. Cindy shook with an orgasm and then another one, each one getting better and better than the last one. She had never been so sexed up in her life.

Cindy finally had to make the girl stop. She just couldn't take any more of the excitement. Mary Lou immediately told her to get out of the way then so that she and Junior could fuck. The big dummy seemed to be as tireless as his sister. Cindy scooted over and lay in bed next to them while Junior humped his huge cock to Mary Lou's pussy again. Cindy was so fucked out that she barely had enough strength left to pick up her clothes and drag herself back to her own bedroom where she flopped into bed and fell sound asleep.

An hour or so later, Sam was standing next to her and shaking her shoulder. "I brought the groceries home," he said. "But I see you've been kind of busy while I was gone."

She rolled over in the bed to make room for him to sit down beside her. She looked up at him with jaded satisfaction hanging heavy on her eyelids.

"You aren't mad at me, are you Sam?" she asked him.

He sat down beside her and cupped her full breast in his hand. He sighed. "No, I guess not. I've shared Mary Lou with Junior and Daddy. I guess I can share you, too. I was just hoping that we could have something together, just us two." He smiled. "I shouldn't complain. I've got no claim over you. What the hell, if you want to have your kicks with them, why should I bitch?"

"You're a good boy, Sam. I'm glad you see it that way. People should be free to make love with anyone they want to. I don't feel like being tie down to anybody, and I know that if you think about it, you don't want to either. You said that you were in love with me, but I knew better. You just like to fuck, and so do I. Well, let's fuck then, and the more the merrier, right, stud?" She grinned at him.

"Right, Cindy. How about a fuck right now?"

She laughed. "That's the spirit, but not right now, my boy. I've really got to get some sleep. Why don't you go fuck your sister for a while? Wake me up in time to make some dinner."

He covered her up with the bedspread and gave her a kiss, then left, pulling down the zipper on his jeans and calling out, "Hey, Mary Lou! Spread your legs, Sister! I'm horny as a tree toad!"

They all had a great time together for the next few days, then along came Thursday afternoon. Cindy was running a load of laundry in the basement, so she didn't hear the big semi pulling into the road to the house. As a matter of fact, she and the kids had forgotten all about Big George. She was wearing her usual outfit for cleaning up around the house – one of Junior's shirts and not a damned thing else. The weather was warm, arid there wasn't a whole lot of sense in getting dressed – you just had to take your clothes back off to get comfortable for a fuck anyway.

She came up the steps from the cellar with the laundry basket in her hands and stepped into the kitchen to find her employer standing in front of the refrigerator opening a beer. She was a little startled to see him there, and she felt a little embarrassed at first to be nearly stark naked in front of him. He just looked her over from head to toe and smiled a big, big smile.

"Oh! You're home!" Cindy blurted out. "I forgot that it was Thursday. I wasn't expecting you."

He grinned at her, the tip of his tongue sticking out between the rows of his white teeth. "Looks just fine to me, Miss Cindy. Everything looks just fine!" He tipped the can of beer up to his lips and threw his head back. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he chugged the beer right down. When he finished, he crushed the can in his fist and tossed it into the trash can. "You look like you've made yourself right to home while I been gone. I'm right glad of that. You want a beer? I been on the road a hell of a long time, and that makes a man mighty thirsty – horny, too!"

Cindy felt a little silly standing there holding the laundry basket in front of her crotch. It didn't cover up much of anything anyway, so she let it drop down so that her pussy was peeking out over the rim. She thrust her hip out to one side and looked Big George up and down lust as frankly and openly as he was looking at her.

"Sure, I'd love a nice cold beer. It's a warm day, isn't it?"

She liked the homely, sexy grin on his face and the blue-black shadow of his beard on his jaws. His eyes were crinkled up at the corners with his smile, and his cheeks and nose were a little sunburned. She liked the width of his shoulders and the power that rippled through his arms as he reached into the refrigerator and took out two more beers. He sure didn't have any beer-belly on him, though, no matter how much of the stuff he drank.

She noticed again the thick black hair on his chest under his shirt and the hair on his arms. She glanced down at his crotch in his tight blue jeans. There was that fullness that reminded her that he supposedly had an even bigger cock than either one of his sons, and she knew for sure just how heavy-hung they were.

"Mighty warm, mighty warm. A lot more comfortable without too much clothes on, ain't it? Where are the kids?"

"I don't know. Maybe they're down at the creek swimming. They were around a little while ago after lunch. Sam and Mary Lou were fucking on the sofa when I told them to get out of the way so I could clean up in there. Why don't you come on into the living room and relax? You must be tired after a long trip."

"That sounds good to me," he said, and handed her a beer.

She tossed the laundry basket on the floor by the cellar door and took the can. She used the tail of the shirt she was wearing to wipe the sweat off the can, and she gave him a good look at her tits while she did it. He must have liked what he saw, because his hand went down to his crotch to ease the strain on his cock. When he took his hand away, she could see the length of his tool down the leg of his jeans. It went a long ways down his leg, too. She licked her lips and took a pull from the can of beer. They went into the living room and both sat down on the sofa.

"Well, how was your trip?" she asked him.

He took a couple of swallows from his beer and admired the way the soft hair grew on her cunt mound. "Boring as hell. Same as usual. You ain't interested in my trip, though I've got some news for the kids. Tell me how things went while I was gone."

"You said before that I looked like I had made myself at home. I guess that's all there is to say. I'm getting along fine with the boys and Mary Lou. They haven't caused me any trouble, and I've been enjoying myself just fine."

"I figured you'd either settle in with us or be gone when I got back," he said. "I was kind of hopin' that you would still be here. You're a hell of a nice-looking gal, you know."