by Anais Ninja
She was enjoying it, too, savoring the feeling of her brother’s smooth penis as it buzzed in and out of her sex. Dana clutched his pillow and moaned softly, feeling her pleasure build, well on her way to another climax. I reached under her belly and toyed with her puffy slit with a slick finger, feeling the progress of David’s slippery shaft as it slid in and out of her hungry hole.
The twin sensations of her brother’s tool and my busy finger quickly brought her to her release, and she fell forward, slipping off of his cock. He quickly entered her again and buried his hardness inside her spasming cunny, falling on top of her back, the vibrator still sticking out of his bottom. I turned it up to its highest setting and he began to tremble, his hips moving quickly now, fucking his sister with hard and fast strokes. I held the vibe with both hands, sliding it in and out of his pumping bottom. Suddenly he stiffened and groaned, his entire body tensing and vibrating as he filled Dana’s tight little twat with his hot boycum. She let out a little shriek when she felt him come inside her, reaching a second peak of pleasure.
David had stopped thrusting at this point, and he looked exhausted as he laid on top of Dana, covering his sister’s body with his own. I turned off the vibrator and slowly pulled it from his bottom, feeling him shudder as the tip popped out of his anus. I wiped off the messy toy with a tissue and laid it on the bed, stretching out next to the two young lovers and caressing them, kissing each set of lips in turn.
David soon recovered from his intense orgasm and climbed off of Dana’s back. We took a shower together, soaping up and teasing each other with the shower massage wand. Then we dried off and I put Dana to bed, tucking her in and giving her a loving kiss. She was tired from the pot and the sex, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. I kissed her again and turned out the light.
David was sitting naked on his bed, his electric guitar in his lap, an unlit joint dangling from his lips. The guitar wasn’t plugged in, but I could hear the chords he was strumming, a Pink Floyd song, “Wish You Were Here”. He stopped playing and lit the joint when he saw me standing at the door.
“That sounded good,” I said, sitting down on his bed.
“Thanks,” he said, taking a hit off of the joint and handing it to me.
“Have you been playing long?”
“A couple of years,” David said. “I had a few lessons, but I don’t have time to practice much.”
“Could you show me how to play?”
“Sure,” he said. “It’s easy.” He handed me the guitar and I held it in my lap, the lacquered wood feeling cool against my skin. David put the joint aside and showed me how to hold the pick in my right hand and grip the neck with my left.
“I’m left handed,” I said. “Does that make a difference?”
“Jimi Hendrix was, too,” David said. “He played the guitar upside down.”
I tried that, but it didn’t feel right. I switched back and David began to show me how to place my fingers on the fretboard, teaching me a simple E minor chord, the first notes of “Wish You Were Here”. I strummed the strings, feeling the body of the guitar vibrate against my ribs.
“Wow,” I said. “This feels cool.”
“Want me to plug it in?”
“No, Dana’s sleeping,” I said. “We shouldn’t wake her.”
“Okay, maybe some other time,” David said, picking up the joint and relighting it. He showed me a few more chords, teaching me how to press my index finger across the neck, forming a barre, moving it up and down the frets. My hand began to feel tired, and the thinner strings pressed into my fingertips, leaving deep red indentations.
“Starting to hurt,” I said.
“Yeah, you need calluses,” he replied, showing me his fingertips. There were pads of hard flesh beneath the skin. I held his hand in mine, examining it, kissing his palm, taking his index finger and sucking it. David smiled and laughed, and I handed the guitar back to him as he passed me the joint. He began to play some more, and I sat next to him, laying my head on his shoulder as I listened to him play, puffing on the joint and holding it to his lips so he could toke without having to stop playing. He strummed a few songs and then yawned and put the guitar aside, leaning it up against his night table.
“Tired, baby?” I asked him.
“Yeah, a little.”
“I’ll let you get to sleep then,” I said, kissing his cheek and climbing out of bed.
“Annie, wait.”
“What is it, Davy?”
“Come here.” I sat down on his bed again and he kissed me, pressing his lips against mine, his tongue swirling over my own.
“I love you, Annie,” he whispered.
“I love you, too, Davy.” We kissed again, our hands roaming over each other’s body.
“Go to sleep, sweetie,” I said, after we broke off our kiss.
“Good night, Annie.”
Good night, Davy,” I said, gently kissing his forehead. He laid his head on his pillow and smiled. I got up and blew him another kiss, turning out his light and closing his door.
Dana was sound asleep, so I quietly put on my little pink nightie and kimono and grabbed my journal, heading to the living room to write. On the way, I stopped in the kitchen and poured a glass of wine, bringing it out to the couch with me. I heard the clicking of Schultzie’s paws in the hallway, and he jumped up on the couch with me, laying his head in my lap. I laid my journal on the arm of the couch so I could write with one hand and stroke Schultzie’s fur with the other, hearing him yawn and fall asleep to the sound of my pen scratching on the paper.
Schultzie woke up and jumped off of the couch when he heard a key in the front door lock, wagging his tail as my father and Mia came inside. I could tell that they were both a little tipsy, unsteady on their feet as they hung up their coats.
“That’s such a pretty nightie, Anne,” Mia said, sitting down on the couch next to me.
“Thank you,” I said. She reached for my wineglass and took a sip while my father poured himself a drink from the bar.
“Her mother used to wear one just like that,” he said, taking a drink of his scotch. He sat down on the arm of the couch next to me and stroked my hair.
“I know, Daddy,” I said. “That’s why I bought it.”
“Such a pretty girl,” Mia murmured, her words slurring together. I felt her hand on my thigh and I turned my head to face her, to tell her not to be so bold in front of my father, but she pressed her lips against mine, slipping her tongue between them, seeking my own. I could feel my father behind me, pulling my kimono off of my shoulders, kissing my neck. I caressed Mia’s swollen belly as we kissed, bringing my hand up to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them through her dress. She moaned softly and broke off our kiss.
“Come to bed with us,” she whispered.
“You want me to...?” I was floored.
“Yes, princess,” my father said, fondling my breasts through the bodice of the sheer nightie. “We want to show you how much we love you.”
Mia stood up, still wobbling on her feet slightly, and led me by the hand, down the hall to their bedroom. We stood facing each other, my father behind her, unzipping her new black maternity dress, pulling it from her shoulders, letting it fall around her feet. He unhooked her lacy black bra, letting her breasts spill free, and pulled down her big black panties. Mia and I kissed again as my father held her from behind, squeezing her milky breasts as he watched us. Mia’s hands were on my bottom, cupping my cheeks, holding me against her belly. I could hear my father unbuckling his belt, unzipping his fly, taking his shirt off so fast that I could hear buttons popping off and rolling under the bed.
“Lay back, Annie,” Mia whispered, gently guiding me to the bed. I shrugged off my kimono and laid on my back, feeling her tug at the sheer pink panties I was wearing. She began to kiss my legs, starting at my feet and working up my thighs, gently kissing my sex, probing my cleft with her tongue.
My father was naked now, kneeling on the bed, next to my he
ad, his cock hard and throbbing. He leaned over me and I took it in my mouth, swirling my tongue over the tip, bathing his shaft as it sunk into my mouth. Mia had found my clit, teasing it from under its hood, lashing it with her tongue. I wondered if she could taste the traces of David’s semen inside me, and the thought of this made my belly start to tingle with naughty pleasure. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the feeling of her lips and tongue as my father began to rock his hips, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth.
“She’s wet for you, Frank,” Mia said, looking up from between my legs. “Take her. I want to see you take her.” My father chuckled and pulled his cock from between my lips, taking his wife’s place between my legs. Mia laid down next to me and watched as he pressed his hardness against my cunny.
“She really is wet,” he said, slowly entering me with one long stroke. David’s lovely cock had felt wonderful inside me, but it still couldn’t compare to my father’s big tool, stretching me, filling me.
“Oh, Daddy...,” I moaned. I loved this feeling, but I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened tonight between my father and Mia, whether he’d confronted her about our encounter in her office or whether she’d suspected that I’d been letting him have his way with me. Either way, she didn’t seem upset about this. Quite the contrary, she had a hungry expression on her face as she watched her husband’s cock disappear inside his daughter’s pussy.
My father began to thrust, long hard strokes that pushed me back and forth over the duvet. Mia leaned down and kissed me, fondling my breasts as our tongues met and melted together. I felt her hand moving lower, over my belly, between my legs, feeling my father’s shaft as it pistoned in and out, finding my clit and rubbing it. I almost bit her tongue as a wave of pleasure surged through my body, and I had to break off my kiss lest I draw blood.
“Will you lick me?” Mia asked. I nodded, and she drew herself up on her knees and straddled my face, leaning forward so my father had room to fuck me. Her pussy was barely an inch from my mouth, and I cupped her bottom, drawing her closer to me. She was wet, soaking wet, her nectar dripping on my chin as I probed her cleft with my tongue, seeking out her little pearl and teasing it. Mia put her hands on the headboard and began to rock her pelvis over my mouth, and I stuck out my tongue and licked the length of her slit.
My father was thrusting fast and hard now, the way he’d done me that first time in his office, the way I’d seen him with Krystle. No wonder he wanted me instead of Mia tonight, I thought. He was too drunk to be gentle. I began to moan, happy to be able to give voice to my pleasure instead of muffle it. This seemed to inflame Mia’s passions, and she pressed her pussy down on my mouth, humping my lips. I sucked her swollen clit, making her gasp and press down even harder. I could barely see over her belly, but I knew she was kneading her breasts as she straddled my face.
I felt it building gradually, a tidal wave of pleasure that grew from between my legs, where my father’s veiny shaft was sawing in and out. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing my heels against the small of his back, encouraging him to pound my messy twat, hard, fast, deep. He began to slam me relentlessly, his groin banging against my sex, bashing my clit with each stroke. The tidal wave broke on my shores, washing over my whole body, and I tightened my grip on Mia’s humping bottom, screaming into her sex as I came beneath her. She ran her fingers through my hair and pressed my face against her wet snatch.
I came again and again, and still my father kept thrusting, pounding my spasming pussy, his fleshy glans dragging over that sensitive spot inside me. Burying my face in Mia’s folds, I sucked her clit as hard as I could, feeling her begin to quiver and shake on top of me, moaning as she humped back and forth. I felt my father’s hand on her bottom, probing her crack with his fingers, seeking her nether hole as I cupped her cheeks and lashed her clit. As the tidal wave receded, I could concentrate on her sex again, assaulting her with my tongue, trying to push her over the edge.
Mia let out a low moan and began to quiver on top of me, a gush of moisture pouring from her slit. I drank it down and kept ravishing her sex, squeezing her quivering bottom. Her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm, and there was another flow of nectar, her juices dripping down my face and soaking into the duvet. She shook again, not as hard this time. I could see her breasts heaving over her belly and then she fell to the bed, laying on her side, breathing heavily, a contented smile on her face.
“Anne...,” she whispered leaning over me and kissing my wet lips, tasting her own juices on my tongue.
“That’s so hot,” my father said, still pounding my pussy, though not as fast now. “Watching you two kiss...” Mia smiled at him and kissed me again, and I could feel my father’s cock grow even bigger inside me, hard as steel, his glans flaring like a cobra’s hood. He grunted once, a low guttural sound, and then he began to come, spurting his hot thick semen in my passage, filling me with his sweet daddycum.
“So good, Daddy...”
“Baby...”
“Stay in me, Daddy...”
“Annie...”
My father’s thrusts began to slow, his softening cock gliding over a carpet of his sperm, and then he collapsed on top of me, his skin shining with perspiration. Mia snuggled up against us, stroking her husband’s back, her breasts pressed against my arm, her belly against my side. I turned and kissed her again, feeling my father’s lips on my neck and shoulders. He began to slip out of me, and I let out a sigh as I suddenly felt empty.
My father rolled off of my body, laying next to me, caressing me just as Mia was doing. I slipped my arms around their shoulders, savoring the wonderful feeling of their flesh against mine. The day had started with a disappointment, with Jean-Paul rejecting my advances, and an encounter with the dog that left me frightened and panicky, but now everything was perfect. I’d had so much fun with David and Dana, and now my father and my stepmother had invited me into their marriage bed and let me pleasure them. My world was perfect now. I started to get up, thinking that I should spent the night in my own bed, but my father stopped me.
“Stay with us,” he said. I looked at Mia and she nodded. I laid back down between them and smiled to myself. Maybe I should move here, I thought. Mia excused herself and went to use the bathroom, returning a minute later, and then it was my father’s turn. By the time he came back to bed I was half asleep, wondering if this had all been a dream, that I’d wake up on the cot in Dana’s room. I began to fall asleep between them, remembering how I’d climb into my parents’ bed when I was just a little girl every time there was a thunderstorm.
* * *
Chapter Eight - Big Time
If it had been all a dream, then I was having a dream inside a dream now. I was in the clubhouse locker room again, wearing just the ruffled tennis panties that Mia had lent me. There was the sound of running water coming from the shower, and steam drifted out of there, wafting over the rows of lockers. I stepped into the tiled room, seeing a couple of figures in the fog, one standing, one on his knees. I quietly approached, trying to make out their faces.
It was Jean-Paul, standing under the rushing water while David knelt at his feet, sucking the tennis pro’s glistening cock. I watched, unable to speak at first, but somehow I found my voice, unlike most of my dreams where I was rendered mute.
“No, you mustn’t,” I cried out. “David, no!” He looked at me and smiled, Jean-Paul’s hard meat stuffed in his mouth, making his cheek bulge.
“He is mine, Anne,” Jean-Paul said.
“No, David,” I said, rushing to his side, pulling him back from the man’s groin. I took Jean-Paul in my mouth instead, licking and sucking his long veiny shaft, but he began to wilt.
Then we were in the locker room, David lying on one of the benches, his legs spread, his hard cock bobbing above his crotch. Jean-Paul was behind me, pulling down the tennis panties. I looked down and saw that I had a penis, thick like my father’s and fully erect. I squatted over the bench and pressed it against David’
s ass, entering him as he reached up for my breasts.
“Now you are complete,” Jean-Paul whispered in my ear. I could feel the tip of his cock pushing against my bottom, filling me as I slid into my stepbrother’s tight hole. He began to thrust, each stroke pushing me deeper inside of David, as if Jean-Paul was using me, my body, my cock, to fuck my stepbrother. I could feel my pleasure rising, but it was different, not the gradual approach I was used to, but a quick sensation, not as intense but pleasant all the same. And then I was coming inside David’s bottom, feeling my semen flow through my cock, the strangest sensation of all.
And then I woke up.
* * *
“What are you doing here?” Mia asked me, shaking me awake.
“What? Where...?” I wasn’t so sure myself. It had taken a couple of days to get used to waking up on the cot in Dana’s room, and now I was in a strange bed again. Then I remembered last night, how Mia and my father had come home drunk, how they brought me into their bed, how they made love to me.
“Why are you in our bed?” Mia said.
“You don’t remember?” I looked over at the clock. It was early but my father was already gone.
“No, I don’t,” she said. “Have you been here all night?”
“Mia, we made love last night,” I said. “My father watched.” I couldn’t tell her the whole truth, that he’d fucked me while she sat on my face, and she’d encouraged him to do it.
“We did?” she said. “My God, I don’t remember a thing. Was I that drunk?”
“You were sort of tipsy, yes.”
“I hope I didn’t hurt the baby,” she said, rubbing her belly. “I’m only allowed to have one glass of wine.”
“I’m sure just one night won’t hurt,” I said.
“I hope you’re right,” Mia said, sitting up in bed. “Ow, shit...”
“What’s wrong?”
“My back. Shit.”
“Lie down,” I said. I sat up next to her and caressed her belly.
