Mark Jacobs - The family ball

Eric thought about how to phrase a convincing lie, but it defeated him. "I can't," he admitted, knowing full well that his mother and sister had kept track of their own cunts while he remained ignorant of which was whose.

"Then you'll just have to keep on fucking us until you know one pussy from the other."

"We'll make it easier on you, though. You can fuck from pussy to pussy on your own from now on. And just so you don't come before you've earned it."

"Jesus!" Eric croaked. "You can't be serious!"

One of them had just slipped a rubber band around his cock. She doubled, then tripled its cinching power, binding it around the root of his prick.

Eric muttered, "What did I do to deserve this?"

"You're just too hung for your own good. Now fuck us if you ever want to come. Fuck us until your cock tells you which cunt is tightest, wettest and deepest."

Sandra and Janet now knelt in front of Eric in the dog-fucking position. Blindfolded, he poked his swollen prick inside the closest rear spread cunt. It squeezed him from cockhead to balls, then relaxed so he could pull out and switch to the other pussy.

Like a machine, Eric moved sideways and plunged, fucking the second cunt in as many cock-thrusts. This one, too, squeezed then relaxed. Eric's prick was out as soon as it'd been in, on its way back to the original fuckhole.

"Damn," he said to himself as his cock fucked between cunts. "A guy could get used to this – and go crazy at the same time."

In any case, Eric was quickly in a groove, alternating between his mother and sister. The surges of his hard-on were as effortless as if he were fucking a single pussy instead of two. In fact, with his vision blocked, he soon lost track of any differences. In his mind, his sister and mother had merged to share the same cunt.

He would, Eric realized, never be able to make an honest choice between one pussy or the other. And his overworked balls ached like they were caught in a nutcracker. His mounting supply of jiss strained for release like a wild animal trying to break out of its cage.

"Got to come, gotta come," Eric panted, so anxious for relief that he was scarcely conscious his cock was once again in the process of switching from one cunt to the other.

The strategically placed rubber band, though, was doing its job. Every time Eric's prick tried to spit, spasming as though it were reaching down in itself with a hacking cough, it came up dry.

Although he tried unsuccessfully before to lie about which pussy he preferred, Eric now attempted it again as the only way out. But he was too far gone to be careful enough to have a chance of bringing it off.

"This one!" he blurted to his unseen mother and sister, sinking his prick to the rubber band in one of their cunts. "This pussy's best! Where I want to come!"

"Which one?"

"This one!" Eric croaked, soused to fucking two pussies by now that he wasn't aware that his prick was automatically on the move again.

"How can you tell when your prick won't stay still?"

Before Eric could answer, his crotch bucked yet another time, and his cock was buried in more pussy. And he realized, for the life of him he couldn't remember whether it was the one he'd been fucking when he'd begun his latest lie.

"If you really picked one of our cunts as the best, you'd hardly pull out of it after you told us and go back to fucking the other," he was taunted.

"Damn, I blew it," Eric muttered with frustration.

"Only the truth will work."

Eric gritted his teeth and continued fucking. He tried, tried with every fiber of his being, to make an honest choice between cunts. But, maddeningly, they remained equally tight, wet and deep and that twisted rubber band at the root of his cock choked off his jizz more painfully than ever. If he didn't come, the damage to his balls threatened to be permanent.

"The truth? You really want the truth?" Eric finally blurted out, at the end of his rope.

"It's the only thing that'll save you."

"Whatever it is!" Eric cried.

"Honesty is the best policy."

"Okay!" Eric gasped, his prick even now fucking from cunt to cunt.

He took the deepest breath possible, preparing himself to deliver the only genuine response available.

"Both!" Eric admitted. "I could fuck you both all night and never make up my mind which pussy is the best. So there it is, the real story. Just wish I could come in both of your cunts at once, the same way I've been fucking you."

Having gotten the truth off his chest, the blindfolded Eric beard muffled laughter from the direction of his mother and sister. Naturally, he assumed they were making fun of him. His face burned.

"I fucked you as hard as I could!" he said. "Damn it, you bitches, give me a break!"

"What do you think, Mom?" Janet giggled. "The same thing you're probably thinking," Sandra chuckled.

Then they whispered to one another so Eric couldn't hear them. He didn't know what to expect. Certainly not the very pleasant surprise that was now in store for him.

One set of hands groped behind his back, untying his wrists. Another pair unraveled the blindfold.

Eric shook his cramped arms to get their circulation back and blinked from the sudden light. And as he adjust to the return of his freedom of movement and restored sight, his mother and sister spread their legs before him. Their cunts were wide open, fingered apart at the lips.

"The rest is up to you, Son," Sandra called.

"You can come for both of us if you try," Janet added.

"Yeah!" Eric realized aloud that it was possible.

He stripped the rubber band from his cock at last. His balls throbbed in anticipation of finally being able to release their creamy burden. His hard-on stabbed the air at the sharpest angle it could jut from his flexing crotch.

Grabbing his teenaged prick to straighten it out, Eric dove cock-first between his mother's legs. A deep thrust in her hairless pussy was all it took, as Sandra pushed back and squeezed Eric's hilted prick with her juicy muscles.

"I'm shooting it!" Eric cried, coming at last.

"Oooooh, baby, are you," Sandra moaned, her cunt immediately swamped with her son's gushing jizz. "Now don't forget about your sister before I get too greedy and try to take all your cum for myself."

"Don't worry, Sis will get her share," Eric panted, pulling his spurting cock from his mother's dripping cunt. "After what you bitches put me through, I've got enough jizz for an army of pussies."

"Then give me mine! Give me mine now!" Janet urged.

Her brother's prick whipped as it swung between her legs, leaving a trail of temporarily airborne cum behind. Then it plunged into Janet's waiting cunt. The force of the flow drenched her thirsty cunt to the womb.

"Oh, he's got it, really got it," Janet crooned. "Got so much jizz to give! He couldn't have shot any more of it into your pussy, Mom, than he is in mine."

"Then it's my turn again," Sandra eagerly suggested.

"Oh, no!" Eric spoke up, in control of the action at this point. "Both your cunts are plenty full of jizz. Now I'm gonna finish up my way. You two bitches will take it the way I give it and like it."

He yanked his prick from Janet's sopping pussy, with cum still squirting from his cockhead. Then, jacking off the rest of the way, he waved his gushing prick from side to side and splattered the naked, bodies of his mother and sister with the rest of his creamy load.

They got it in their faces, on their tits, across their bellies, crotches and thighs. And as fast as it rained down, they smeared it all over themselves, bathing in Eric's rich cum.

Then, finally, he was drained. More than just his cock was spent, too. Eric's muscular, young body sagged like an old man's stooped frame. His eyes rolled back in his nodding head, while his jaw went slack and he helplessly drooled with exhaustion. The only thing that kept him upright seemed to be the grip he had on his dribbling prick.