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Marsha had, roughly, stuck a finger
up her cunt!
Pulling her mother to the couch, Marsha sought Carol's lips. Entwining their
tongues, each felt the response and electric thrills ran up their spines. Hands
pulled roughly at the constricting robes as both were consumed by a forbidden
passion fueled by fantasy, guilt, and frustration. They had to have each other!
Naked, they rolled around the floor; arms and legs entwined, as the television
screen continued to flash the family's secret before them. Marsha was dimly
aware of her mother being fucked by a strong, young man; someone around Peter's
age.
Carol, now in the throes of lust, spread Marsha's cunt wide open with her
thumbs. Pressing her nose to the steaming slit, she inhaled the tart aroma of
female pussycream. A small drop of cuntjuice dripped onto her outstretched
tongue, and with a moan of lust and anguish, she buried her face in Marsha's
sopping cunt and began to suck greedily. Marsha's groans turned into pleasurable
moans.
"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!" Marsha moaned as her mother's tongue began to stir
strange, hidden feelings in her body. Her cunt was being sucked by another
woman! Incredible excitement surged through her, heightened by the knowledge of
whose mouth was thrilling her.
Marsha rolled their bodies over and Carol's active tongue never left her snatch;
never missed a lick as it rushed over her extended clit like a fast moving
stream, making her limbs twitch uncontrollably. Now, she could see Carol's
blonde-furred box, dripping with hot juice, directly above her mouth and nose.
As she gazed at it in wonder, Carol pushed her cunt down, hard, completely
covering Marsha's face and the tart female juices flowed freely into her mouth.
She swallowed and the musky taste drove her tongue deep into her mother's pussy
searching for more.
Like gladiators, locked in combat, their tongues stabbed and their hands probed;
each straining to give and to receive.
"Oh, God! Mommy! I'm gonna cum . . . I'm gonna cum!"
"Yes, baby, yes!" Carol mumbled. "Cum! Let me suck your cum! . . . . .
Yesssssss!"
Waves of pleasure washed over their misted bodies as the multiple cums began to
flow, and Marsha realized the sexual dizziness that only another woman's tongue
could produce. Her body arched, and began to shake with uncontrollable tremors.
Her pussy erupted and she squirted her lust into Carol's waiting mouth; the hot
cum dribbling down her mother's cheeks and into the crack of her ass.
Her body still shaking, Marsha wrapped her legs around Carol's twisting head,
holding it captive; keeping her probing, snake-like tongue prisoner; her hips
humping into a cum-slick face.
Carol wailed into her daughter's thick muff as Marsha sucked hard on her exposed
clit, sending a torrent of sizzling cunt-juice flowing into her mouth and over
her cheeks. In their passion, they had cum like men, shooting globs of juice
into each other's mouth.
They broke apart, bodies panting and smiled lovingly at each other. The grinding
sex had been a cathartic experience for them; a purging of guilt and
frustration. In its wake only love, pleasure and desire existed.
Marsha pointed toward the flickering screen. "How did you all get together?" she
asked, watching a close-up shot of her aunt flushed face; her mouth open and
three erupting cocks -her father's and uncle, and the strange young man - splash
cum all over her face and mouth. Excited, she watched Mary's mouth swallow glob
after glob, her tongue searching for the stray drops that ran down her nose and
cheeks. She appeared immensely happy.
Carol reached over for the remote control and turned the set off. "You can see
that some other time. I feel foolish having you watch that. I always knew it
would get us in trouble one of these days."
Marsha smiled. "Don't feel bad. If it wasn't for that nothing would have
happened tonight and I'd still think I was nuts." She threw her arms wide,
pulling her lovely tits up. "You don't know how good I feel; how free."
"Oh, yes I do, baby. Yes, I do!"
Marsha moved closer, her still warm body touching Carol's. "How did it happen?
You and uncle John and aunt Mary?"
"Well," Carol sighed, consigned to tell the story, "it started just after you
left for San Francisco. Over a year ago. The four of us went to Las Vegas for a
weekend, remember? Well, between Mike and John, they won around a thousand
dollars. So, we had a party."
"A sex party?" Marsha asked, incredulously.
"No, silly! A celebration. We went out and painted the town red, white and
blue." Carol hesitated. "Well, to make a long story short. We had a suite at the
hotel and Mary and I were feeling no pain. When we couldn't take another drink
we left the boys at the bar and went off to bed.
"I don't really know what happened, even the guys can't figure it out, but when
they came up, pretty tipsy, they went to the wrong bedrooms." Carol shrugged
eloquently.
"Oh, no," Marsha said, "I want to hear it all. Don't give me that shrug of the
shoulder bit."
Carol giggled. She actually enjoyed telling the story, but was still embarrassed
and needed prodding to go on.
"You can imagine what happened next. I woke up with this thick cock nudging me
in the ass, and the next thing I knew I was on all fours getting fucked doggie
style." She put her hands up, searching for the right words. "Sex was always
good, but like a lot of couples it wasn't as . . . exciting as it once was. This
. . . this was somehow different, not better . . . just different. Yes, that's
it. John's cock felt different! His whole style of fucking was not what I was
used to.
"Well, there was a mirror behind the bed and when I looked up, there was your
uncle John, fucking my pussy for all it was worth! All of a sudden I'm cumming
like a waterfall. I can't stop! I know it's my brother and I know it's wrong,
but I'm so excited, so hot and horny I can't do anything about it. I didn't want
to do anything about it!
"All my schoolgirl fantasies came flooding back; my handsome brother, the
football hero with all the girls after him. My incredible secret crush! I wanted
a boyfriend just like him. Actually, I wanted him. I use to masturbate dreaming
about him. He was my fantasy!" Carol sighed.
"Well, like I said, we fucked and fucked. And I came and came. Afterwards,
Johnny told me that when he realized who he was screwing his cock doubled in
size. He said he had to keep fucking me. He couldn't stop either."
"What was aunt Mary and Daddy doing all this time?"
"The same thing. And they felt the same, too. Even after they knew who they were
in bed with, they had to keep at it. The excitement was just too much! It was as
if all our emotions, all our passions had been walled up and this just shattered
the barriers.
"I can tell you we were pretty sheepish in the morning. No one could think of
the right thing to say. No one wanted to admit how much they enjoyed it. Thank
God, for Mary. After a silence that was terrifying she ups and admits that she
fucked her brother, loved fucking her brother, and wanted to fuck him again. Her
honesty made me stand up and admit how I felt, too. I still loved Mike, but I
also loved fucking John. And, like Mary, I wanted to do it again.
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