Emerson Taylor: Three hot sisters

"Unngghhh! Get it in, all the way in! Oooohh, you're so fucking big, so hot and hard! Mmm, you're fucking me to death! Agghhh! Don't stop fucking me now; I'm dying for it; I'll die if you don't fuck me all the way!"

Sue, Ann and Lyn Barden stiffened into board like poses when they heard the throaty, husky cry issuing from their parents bedroom that afternoon. Had some mischief-maker – the school's authorities never discovered the culprit – not thrown a stink bomb into the central air-conditioning unit, thereby making the entire building unfit for human habitation until it could be fumigated. They would never have been released from school at noon of that day and allowed to go home. Thus they would never have decided to creep into their house in an effort at frightening their mother. They supposed that she would be sewing or cleaning house or engaged in dome other domestic duty and the idea of throwing a scare into her had attracted all three of the sisters.

Sue, had suggested the prank and her younger sisters had felt honor bound to carry through with it. Ann and Lyn might have backed out had they been by themselves but with Sue along to inspire them they could hardly do otherwise than to follow her mischievous example. They had, therefore let themselves into the house and moved silently through the lower floor in search of their mother. Not finding her in any of the downstairs rooms, they had pulled off their shoes and silently mounted the stairs leading to the bedrooms. As soon as they reached the landing, they heard the cry of a woman in deep physical distress.

All of them heard the words clearly and knew what they meant; Sue had already seen to that. While her sky blue eyes and cornsilk hair gave her an angelic look, the girl underneath was something quite different. She was already an avid reader of pornographic books and usually saved a quarter out of each week's allowance in order to rent one of the many luridly illustrated volumes which Tommy Harper made available to anyone at the Hammondville Public School who could pay the rental fee. Her reading of those explicit books had given her a fine knowledge of the ways of men and women and she had already attempted to translate some of the theoretical knowledge into practice. She would have succeeded too, except that she miscalculated the extent, to which she had already aroused Doug Matson, the youth whom she had selected to her accomplice in the project, and brought him to a climax as she was attempting to get his prick stuffed into the lightly fuzzed lips of her pussy. The flood of hot, sticky come which had emitted from his cock that afternoon had fired her desires, though, and she had wanted him to fuck her properly at the first opportunity.

Sue exchanged a meaningful look and a lewd grin with her younger sisters, both of whom were almost exact copies of herself, except that neither of them had the same pronounced bustline as she and neither had anything like the growth of downy, blonde fuzz on her pussy that Sue had. She lifted a forefinger to her lips in a gesture for silence and tiptoed toward her parents' bedroom. By maneuvering carefully she managed to peek through the open door. The sight caused her almond-shaped eyes to widen with astonishment. For a moment she imagined that her father had, for some strange reason, put on one of her mother's wigs before he had started fucking her; the male figure she saw atop her mother's heaving body had dark, almost black, hair, a far cry from her father's sandy thatch. She blinked and looked again, uncertain now. At that moment a cry from her mother made it clear.

"Omigod, Lew, you're making me come again! Annggghhh! You stud-pricked bastard, you just can't stop fucking! Owwww! Unnggghhh!"

It was at that precise moment that Sue realized that her mother had herself a lover, a day-time boyfriend. She briefly regretted having been the instigator of an escapade which exposed her mother's infidelity not only to herself but to her sisters as well. Though she was terribly horny she had a sense of responsibility in matters that did not concern her own pussy and she realized that Ann and Lyn might find the scene a terrible one. It was too late for recriminations, through; her sisters were crowding around her. And even as she cursed herself for having been the means of enlightening them all about their mother's behavior, she felt a strange, awful power at work within her loins, a force even more gripping than the one she had felt when she had fist fucked Doug into that premature climax.

For all her regrets, and they were genuine enough, Sue discovered that watching a couple fuck was far more exciting than reading about it or even looking at the exceedingly frank, detailed pictures in the books she borrowed from Tommy.

Her pussy throbbed and ached when she leafed through those exciting pages, to be sure, but that was nothing compared to the electricity she felt at work between her legs when she saw her mother tossing about on her bed and working her loins against that stranger's body.

Her mother's cries became even more strident as her passion mounted to a peak – Sue was the only one to realize what was happening – and her body's contortions grew more violent. The girls stole occasional peeks into the room, not daring to stand there and gape steadily, but when their mother began sobbing and heaving at her shrillest Sue pulled them away and led them back down the stairs.

She motioned for them to put their shoes back on and gather up their books, which they did, and follow her outside. They went out the back door so as to leave the house from a side opposite to the one where their mother lay. Sue deliberated for a moment and then led them down the alley to the corner farthest from their house. There they sat on a concrete bench at the bus stop and waited.

Soon they saw a stranger come out of the narrow, wooded lane leading, up to their house; he got into a car parked down the street and drove off. As he walked away, Sue recognized him as Lew Devons, a business acquaintance who had occasionally visited at their house and usually showed up at her parents' parties. She said nothing about this to her sisters.

Lyn and Ann naturally wanted to know if their mother had really been fucking that man and Sue said that this was exactly the case. Lyn showed a great deal of wonder at this; she had never realized that fucking could be so strenuous, so much an all-out effort. All three of them were naturally surprised to hear their mother speaking so frankly about her lover's cock and her need for it; Stella Barden could sometimes be provoked into profanity but they had never heard more than occasional "damn" or "hell" from her lips. But they had never seen her being fucked to within an inch of her life either.

"Let's go back now," Sue told them as soon as Lew had disappeared. "Jeez, that was so fucking sexy I'm dying to get into my panties!"

Ann and Lyn readily agreed to that. Ever since Sue had taught them how to stroke their naked pussies into spasms of sexual glory they had been avid masturbates. They were able to generate a surprising amount of sexual feeling and, guided by Sue's more abandoned example, they wasted few opportunities to work their little slits into frenzies of lusty delight.

This time they trooped into the house in their usual noisy fashion. A canny observer would have noted something strange about them, but their mother was far too shocked to do anything but run into the bathroom and lock the door behind her. She had been lying in bed and spreading Lew's superabundant seminal discharge over the tops of her thighs and her lower belly – she loved to bathe her fingers in come as it ran out of her pussy – and the sudden noise unsettled her. She grabbed up her dress, pulled the bedspread up and dashed into the bathroom as quickly as she could. There she squatted over the toilet and wiped Lew's sperm off her body as best she could, using wads of toilet tissue, then flushing it all down the drain. She fished a used bra and a soiled pair of panties out of the laundry hamper; a moment in front of the makeup mirror and a quick brushing of her long, dark hair restored her to her usual degree of loveliness. When she emerged from the bathroom and called down to her daughters, no one could tell that she had, only minutes before, been thrilling to orgasmic shudders of the most powerful kind as Lew drove his big, swollen prick into her cunt for the last time and shot off his huge balls with a sudden rush of lusty joy. Even Sue, pretending to a maturity she did not have, was surprised at her mother's composure and air of complete innocence.