Emerson Taylor: Three hot sisters

Lyn's peculiar masturbation style also bore its own fruit at about the same time. Her mother's cries of joy, together with Sue's hearty gurgles of delight, inspired her enormously. In a few seconds she had fucked herself into a state of delirious pleasure. Ann, naturally, received a tremendous charge of sexual stimulation, both from her own hand and from the pleasure of having made her mother come so well. When she fell back limply, she felt extremely satisfied with herself.

Stella again complimented them lavishly upon their skill and admitted that she had seriously underestimated the rate of their development. Lyn and Ann attributed it to Sue, who explained the rental library system she had been using.

Stella expressed a great interest in their reading and leafed appreciatively through the magazine which Sue blushingly produced. She stopped at a full-page color picture of a man kneeling between a woman's outstretched thighs; his cock pointed over her belly and was shooting out the last of a big load of sperm. The sperm could be clearly seen on the woman's belly and had gathered into a thick, creamy pool on her navel.

"Your father's cock is about that size," she said, gesturing to the picture. "Maybe a little thicker and about that long. I measured it once and it was a fraction under nine inches long. Almost two inches thick too. He's a real man!"

Lyn marveled at that. From the description her mother had given, it seemed that her father's prick was larger than any of the others she had seen, a guess which Stella readily confirmed. She added that he had a superb way of using it too and that he could often delay his climax for a long period of time, usually long enough for her to reach two or even three orgasms before he finally burst into flooding life within her. In addition to having that superb cock, she said, he also knew exactly how to eat a pussy.

"Gee, you must have had a lot of fun with him," Ann murmured.

Stella said she still did have very good times with him, though they were getting, to be more and more infrequent. For the last year, she estimated, they had made love no more than once every ten days or two weeks. That was a far cry from the all-out fucking sessions they had when they had first been married; Stella had once counted up and had found that she had had one hundred and twenty-six climaxes during the first month of their marriage.

"We'd always have ourselves a good fuck before breakfast, or maybe one right after breakfast," she told them. "And after he came home from the office, of course, that was just totally free sex time. The weekends, ah! There were times when we went to bed on Friday night and didn't leave till Sunday afternoon!"

Sue's attention kept going back to the picture which had first attracted her mother's interest. Why, she asked, would someone want to have his orgasm outside of a woman's cunt? Would it be any good km him to shoot the seed out onto her naked flesh?

Stella laughed and told her that occasionally she had masturbated their father, after first having fucked him up to a roaring state of readiness, simply to see and feel the big tool spurting out its full load of come. There was indeed a real pleasure to feelings man's come shooting out, she said, and she had sometimes "wasted" one of her husband's climaxes, so to speak, in order to spread the rich, hot cream over her flesh.

Her daughters exclaimed loudly at her exposition of the technique; after they had heard her explanation, they all agreed that it sounded much more exciting and wanted to experience it for themselves. They also reaffirmed their determination to see if they could not do something in order to put more life back into their father's balls. A mother as wonderful as theirs, they said, deserved to have the fullest possible access to her husband's cock – especially if it were so magnificent a specimen as the one hanging from their father's loins – and they were willing to do all they could in order to see that she had it.

Stella again thanked them for their concern and for their willingness to help, but she also told them that she did not see what they could do. Harry was simply getting too old to be able to wield his formidable prick with the enthusiasm and energy he had once displayed, she believed, and she advised the girls that their self-appointed task was probably a hopeless one.

"Well, if we can't do anything for Dad, we can certainly do something for you," Sue said, coming closer to her mother. "Mmmm, I want to feel you coming in my mouth!"

Sue placed her face between her mother's thighs and began eating her pussy with a great deal of enthusiasm. Stella moved slightly and pressed her loins against the girl's face with a low sigh of sexual contentment. Lyn and Ann fell into a reversed position, Lyn atop her sister, and attacked each other with great moans of delight. They spent the rest of the morning in satisfying each other, pausing only to consider some new arrangement whereby they could all receive more pleasure.

Sue found that her sisters were as eager as she was ta try to get their parents back on the right tack together. They spent several hours in discussing the matter, during the next few days and at the end of their talks they had arrive at a conclusion. Their plan would be a surprise attack upon their father, a piece of calculated deception which would result, they hoped, in the achievement at their goals. They forged ahead with their plan and kept a very close witch out for a chance to implement it at the earliest opportunity.

Before that situation could come about they had another utterly delightful interlude with Lew and Hank; who took advantage of a business trip which had removed Harry Barden from the scene during the weekend following the party. The pair arrived at the Barden house early Saturday afternoon and by a lucky chance found all the Barden females at home.

After glancing nervously at her daughters for a few moments as she tried to make small talk with the men, Stella gave up the pretense.

"Oh, what's the use?" she said with a hearty laugh. "There's no sense in pretending that we don't know what you're here for, or that we're not glad to see you for that very reason! I suppose we might as well go on and get into bed right now hadn't we?"

Her daughters were as willing to get down to the real purpose of the men's visit as their mother was, and indeed they set the tone by leaping up from their seats and disrobing in a flash. Stella was surprised at their frank, open hunger; there was no false modesty about the girls and their eagerness to work their sensual magic upon the men. Like their mother, they were not ashamed to admit that they wanted to fuck and be fucked, to suck and be sucked. Stella joined them in shedding her clothes and soon all six of them were naked.

"You'll be showing a different reaction by the time you leave here this afternoon," Stella murmured to Lew as she reached out to grasp his stiff, swollen cock. "We're going to make this lovely thing droop like a piece of cooked spaghetti before we get through with you!"

Her words seemed to make him more eager to test her cunt, though she gave strong indications that she wanted his big rod in her mouth before allowing it to be introduced into her cunt. Lyn came over to join her in fondling and kissing the hard, hot tool, leaving Sue and Ann to cope with Hank in their own fashion.

Lyn knelt beside her mother for a moment and together they ran their eager lips up and down the shaft of Lew's prick, covering the thick tool with kisses that wandered down to include his heavy, egg-laden bag as well. He stood flat-footed, hands on hips, and watched them devouring his meat; the sight was enormously exciting. After a short time, however, Lyn tired of that pastime and suggested an intriguing variation.