Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  Behind my back I slowly stroked Jarrod’s hard length while keeping focussed on the enchanting stare of the French goddess devouring my step-brother’s stiff dick in front of me. From beneath the black shroud of her dressing gown Brendan was clearly giving her pussy a skilled session of oral sex if her moans of ecstasy were anything to go by. I felt Jarrod’s pre-cum begin to lubricate the swollen head of his cock and slid my nimble hand over it while he slipped his own up my shirt to trace his fingers on the soft flesh of my chest not covered by my bra.

  I broke eye contact with Gabrielle and cock contact with Jarrod for a moment to slip my shirt off over my head and unsnap my bra. My breasts were freed for Jarrod’s hands but what I really wanted was for Gabrielle to see me and want me as much as I wanted her. My nipples were hard and Jarrod pinched them each in turn, which seemed to provoke a moan not only from me but also from Gabrielle. Jarrod’s finger was dipping into my sex and sliding out over my clit, stoking a fire of passion in my belly as my legs became quivery.

  I felt my own juices leaking down my legs and couldn’t handle staying so far from Gabrielle anymore. Leading Jarrod gently by his engorged member I walked to the bed and climbed between Brendan’s legs with my knees resting at the edge of the bed and my head tantalisingly close to Brendan’s cock and the busy Gabrielle, my ass up in the air presenting my slick pussy to Jarrod. Shifting my weight forward slightly I snaked my tongue out to lick Brendan’s balls as Gabrielle continued to make his length repeatedly disappear into her mouth while she looked at me.

  From behind me I felt Jarrod place the head of his cock at my glistening entrance and slowly push forward. I tenderly sucked one of Brendan’s balls into my mouth and closed my eyes to concentrate on his twin’s throbbing erection invading my depths. As always it was a tight fit, unavoidable with a cock of that size and girl of my petite proportions. My lips stretched to the limit around the head and were tickled pleasurably by the bumpy ridge as they closed down again on the shaft with his advancement. At last Jarrod’s progression of ecstasy was halted as his thighs and pelvis made contact with my ass and he was as deep within me as he could possibly go, his magnificent erection hugged by my pussy walls in its entirety.

  Jarrod began fucking me firmly, not as hard and fast as I knew he was capable of but at a pace I knew somebody of his fitness level could keep up almost indefinitely. Each thrust caused my small breasts to shake and Brendan’s testicle slipped out of my mouth. Gabrielle’s sweet and subtle perfume wafted over me as I kissed and lightly nibbled at the bottom of Brendan’s shaft. Each time she engulfed Brendan’s cock her lips brushed against mine and my passion for her grew.

  Gabrielle removed Brendan’s shaft from her mouth and slowly licked it from base to tip. I matched her motions on the opposite side, our tongues occasionally touching as we worshipped the twin’s cock. Our tongues slid off the end of the wonderful erection between us and we plunged them into each other’s mouths, our jaws working in one of the deepest kisses I had ever had or imagined. Her full lips were made to be kissed and I couldn’t help but imagine what wonders her mouth could perform on between my legs.

  Gabrielle broke off our kiss and began breathing very deeply, she closed her eyes tightly as a flush rose upwards from her chest giving her face a beautiful glow. I took Brendan’s cock in my hand and began jerking him off while the woman who had been giving him a blowjob moaned out a titanic orgasm. As she panted out her ecstasy I rubbed his cock all over her face between each stroke of my hand, painting it with shiny transparent smears of pre-cum as she was lost in her own world.

  Gabrielle, her formerly silky smooth hair now looking slightly dishevelled, floated back to earth on her cloud of bliss and opened her eyes again. She rolled off Brendan and then positioned herself on her back with her legs spread wide so her husband, who had apparently run out of protests, could get a clear view of the punishment her pussy was about to get from one of the twins. I crawled on top of her in a sixty-nine position and lowered my sex to her face, I couldn’t wait any longer to feel her mouth on my most private area.

  Gabrielle didn’t disappoint, immediately setting to work at the task of bringing me to orgasm. Her pouty lips tugged at each of my labia in turn and her smooth tongue snaked in and out of me several times before concentrating on my clit. Just having the image of her beautiful face lapping at my sex in my mind brought me right to the edge of cumming. When Brendan’s wonderful cock slammed into me with one strong motion there was no stopping it.

  Pleasure washed over me, throbbing in time with each powerful thrust of Brendan’s shaft into my depths. I rode the waves breathlessly and just as I thought my orgasm was fading away Jarrod knelt between Gabrielle’s legs and unceremoniously slammed his cock home to the hilt in her pussy, sampling the tight confines as his brother already had. The sight alone reinvigorated my orgasm and the moans Gabrielle unleashed vibrating directly on my clit was more than enough to send me sailing off on the seas of ecstasy again.

  When my orgasms second wind finally ran out I gently played my tongue on her still sensitive clit, occasionally placing it on the shaft of Jarrod’s jack-hammering rod to taste her juices on him. Tommie may have run out of protests but when Gabrielle groaned out that she had never had a cock even half the size of the twins’ inside her he did at least renew his struggles against the handcuffs that bonded him to the headboard, though the results were no less lacking than before.

  Gabrielle, between comments marvelling at various aspects of the twins’ anatomy, mimicked my technique so both pistoning cocks were contrasted with a soft female tongue, each of us caressing the other back towards the lofty heights of orgasm. Gabrielle tasted sweet and womanly, I lapped her essence up as if I’d just crossed a desert until her own manipulations of my sex convinced me that we’d had enough time to recover from our first orgasms and I concentrated on her clit.

  From my ultra-close-up perspective I saw Gabrielle’s pussy grip and release Jarrod’s shaft over and over again as she began a chant of French affirmations.

  “Oui… oui… oui… oui…”

  Unable to continue her oral pleasuring at the same time she began quickly stroking my clit with one finger, the stronger action of the digit pushed me almost over the top. With a grunt of release I felt Brendan blast my pussy with copious amounts of sperm, his thrusts losing their formerly almost military like uniformity and becoming harder but more sporadic, drilling into me with unpredictability.

  The feel of the fiery hot liquid inside me was all I needed to be pushed over the edge as I watched Jarrod’s length disappear between Gabrielle’s legs over and over again. So soon after my last orgasm this one was more localised to my clit but with Brendan’s thickness filling me and Gabrielle’s constant rubbing my whole world was centred between my legs for a blissful minute as my heartbeat pounded in my ears. From somewhere behind the booming sound of my heart I heard Gabrielle’s chant lose all semblance of real language as she descended into the delirium of her own shuddering climax.

  Brendan pulled his cock out of me, which was followed by what felt like a torrent of semen escaping my tight tunnel and dripping directly on to Gabrielle’s moaning face. Before I knew what was happening, Jarrod too had extracted himself from Gabrielle and rushed around the bed to where Brendan had been. I was basking in my afterglow, feeling altogether too heavy to be bothered with looking behind myself. Instead the sheet-white face of Tommie Newton, which I could now see with Jarrod gone, combined with heavy breathing from the unspent twin told a vivid story.

  My suspicions were confirmed when I heard a groan of relief and a spurt of cum blast my still quivering slit before running downwards and joining what must have been a magnificent mess on Gabrielle’s upturned face. Tommie Newton found his voice from wherever it had been hiding.

  “You fuckin’ cunts.” He cursed “You think that flash drive has the only copy? It’s backed up all over the place. I was going to hold out for more money but instead I think I’ll just take that last offer
from Countdown to Fuck. As for you, you motherfucking slut, you’re on a slow boat back to that shithole you came from, believe that.”

  “We thought you might say something like that, Tommie, thanks for being so predictable.” Jarrod said.

  “Hey Gabrielle, why don’t you give your husband a big sloppy kiss?” Brendan said with a smile.

  Confused, I managed to roll off Gabrielle, still feeling very lethargic in the wake of my body shaking orgasms. Looking at the French stunner I wouldn’t have said her beauty had been ruined but it was certainly comprehensively covered. It looked like a hell of a lot more than two men had cum on her face, I guess she was just sexy enough to have that effect on them. I know what she did to me after all, and I was only just beginning to get interested in women.

  Tommie looked horrified as Gabrielle approached him but the handcuffs left him with no place to run and as she cupped his face with two hands and planted a big kiss on it a huge amount of semen was smeared all over him. When she pulled away, Tommie’s lips were clamped shut and he was almost as covered as Gabrielle was. Brendan and Jarrod approached him from either side, cocks still rock hard and in their hands. Tommie’s eyes darted back and forth between the advancing erections as if they were cattle prods heading towards his face.

  When they were close and Tommie dared not move his head anywhere lest he make contact there was a flash of light. I looked at Gabrielle, who had retrieved a camera from somewhere and was taking picture after picture of the humiliated journalist’s face, covered in cum and framed by huge cocks. Brendan and Jarrod stepped back.

  “There we go. Now, if that film ever turns up anywhere we’ll have to make sure that these photos mysteriously turn up as well. We can have a peaceful stalemate, what do you say, Tommie?” Brendan asked.

  Tommie Newton hung his head, defeated. It was as good an answer as any.

  “You going to be ok, Gabrielle?” Jarrod turned to the dark haired woman.

  “Oui…er… yes. I will find somebody that appreciates me I think.”

  “How you doing, Ellie? You’re mighty quiet.”

  “You know what? I’ve got the strangest craving for pizza. Is there a good place around here, Gabrielle?”

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  Twins Run in the Family 5

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  Many years have passed since the crazy days of Ellie’s youth. As she deals with mid-life, Brendan sends his twin sons to stay with her for the summer. When they arrive, Ellie sees an opportunity for history to repeat itself in the sexiest way possible.

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  Pseudo-Incest, Twins, Threesome, Stepaunt, Stepnephew, Older Woman, Younger Man

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  I’ve done a hell of a lot with my life, not least of which was winning gold at the summer games competing in the marathon not once but twice. I was a minor celebrity for a while due to a covert recording of an orgy at said games that my twin Step-Brothers and I happened to be taking part in. It was a hell of a shit storm for a time, the outraged public were loud with their criticism, wanting us stripped of our medals and the sportswear company we were sponsored by to drop us.

  It turned out to be a shit storm in a teacup though. The indifferent, or even aroused, majority finally began speaking up when they got sick of the holier-than-thou whining, and they were overwhelming in their support for what I and several other athletes had done, or at least overwhelming in their stance that people should ‘shut the fuck up’ and leave us alone.

  Somebody on the internet photoshopped a picture of my head on to the body of a porn star and added the caption “When I’m getting fucked by 15 guys I only use Summer Star headbands to keep the sweat (etc) out of my eyes!” It went viral, being passed around to millions of people around the world. Sales of Summer Star headbands, and all their other clothing, skyrocketed and our sponsorship contracts were saved.

  My twin Step-Brothers and I went to great lengths to try to stop the video from being made widely available for sale online. However, when popular public opinion turned in our favour, we discussed our options with the other athletes featured in the film and reached an agreement with a porn distributor, splitting the proceeds.

  In a way it was a major weight off our shoulders getting that film out. We knew that Tommie Newton, the undercover journalist to had recorded it, still had a copy or two in his possession and although we had dirt on him that provided a kind of stalemate, you never knew if he was going to lose his mind and just take the huge cash offer for it. So we took the cash instead, leaving him with nothing to hold over us.

  Not only that but Tommie’s wife, Gabrielle, took quite a liking to me and I to her. Before I met Gabrielle I didn’t have much experience with women and to this day I consider myself bi-sexual. Even though Gaby and I are mostly monogamous, when I do happen across somebody that can divert my attention from the stunning French woman whom I call my partner it’s usually a man. Or Brendan and Jarrod, my twin Step-Brothers.

  My Mom and their Dad married when we were eighteen and holy hell did they hit the roof when they found out their kids were having sex with each other. They forbade it, they sent us to separate colleges but when we were no longer under their roof, they couldn’t stop us. Now, when we go back for thanksgiving and what not, they have to grin and bear it or not have our company. They’ve mostly gotten used to the idea I think. Perhaps the fact that I’m in a relationship with another woman is even a welcome distraction.

  Brendan and Jarrod ended up marrying another set of twins. Marianne and Lucille, who competed at the same summer games we did in synchronised swimming, were so innocent looking you never would have picked them to turn up at an orgy, but they did. I’m sure our parents would faint if they knew that Brendan and Jarrod would share Marianne and Lucille with Gaby and I on top of everything else.

  Yes indeed, a pretty crazy but satisfying life. As I fast approached forty five years old, I was happy with where I had ended up. Gaby and I owned a very small chain of pizza restaurants, having started with the first one in a busy college town. My small-time celebrity status and willingness to make out with Gaby behind the counter made sure we were a roaring success.

  These days I didn’t man the front counter very often, usually busy in an office running numbers or dropping in to check on each of our locations. It was nice to be able to make so many jobs available in the tough economy, and nice to be able to drop my hours down to spend more time with Gaby and on pastimes like going to the gym and my life-long passion, going for long runs to clear my head.

  I envied Gaby, I swore she looked exactly the same as when I first met her, but as I was the prime beneficiary of her timeless beauty I worked hard to stay in shape for her too. I had a lot to think about at the time anyway, and running gave me ample opportunity for it.

  This summer Brendan was sending his sons, Adrien and Victor, up to stay with Gaby and I so they could earn some money in the local Ellie’s Pizzas, our first one and the restaurant we still lived closest to. Given their parentage, Adrien and Victor had the genetic odds stacked in their favour, they were athletic twins just like
their Mom and Dad.

  I hadn’t actually seen them in a couple of years, due to them spending the previous Christmas with their Mother’s family, but when Brendan sent me a picture my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. They looked just like Brendan and Jarrod had at eighteen, except with the blonde hair and fairer complexion they’d inherited from their Mother.

  I knew from the moment I saw that photo that I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off them. I may have been approaching forty five but, as the old saying goes, you’re only as old as the twins you feel. My conundrum was how best to seduce these sexy young studs to make sure I had as much fun this during their stay as I had when I first went to the summer games. The solution came to me one evening somewhere between the ninth and tenth mile of my run.

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  Gabrielle pulled me close, her fingers tracing tickly lines across the back of my thighs where my short skirt ended, and whispered in my ear.

  “It’s working. They can’t take their eyes off you. I think I’ll be tasting some special sauce when you get home from work tonight, yes?”

  Gaby nibbled my ear lobe and I squirmed at the thought of her tasting the flavour of Adrien and Victor from my body, wherever their flavour might end up. All day I’d been adding as much gasoline as I could to the already potent cocktail of the twins’ teen hormones. We’d started early at the restaurant and I made sure to surround them with my sexiest and most flirtatious teen and college-age employees.

  As for myself, I’d made sure to wear the shortest of short skirts to show off my well-toned legs and had Gaby dropping in several times to make out in full view of them. By the time we closed and all my other workers, and Gaby, had gone home the two of them looked like they were hiding perma-erections and they were ready to snap and fuck on a hair-trigger.