bulging head, some liquid already oozing out of it.
But I didn't have much time to have a real good look, because my mother proved she still loved her husband and the things he had to offer, despite all the things he had made her miss.
Without hesitation she closed her mouth around the huge gland and her mouth made the well-trained sucking motions. At least that was something she had acquired-a certain experience within her long relationship with the priest. After they had established this contact I left them to their own and went over to Jean, who also needed somebody to join her in her obvious excitement, and I can't say the whole thing had left me indifferent either.
I had left Mother the dildo and saw that she was happily pumping away with it, while she still sucked the huge cock, filling her mouth completely. Father was uttering hoarse cries of lust and passion, feeling the pleasure his wife's mouth, sucking his cock, could give him. His eyes were focused on the manipulations of his wife's hand as she pumped the dildo in and out of her cunt with a tremendous speed. Mother's eyes were shining in pleasure and delight, her face showing her happiness, although it was slightly misshapen, due to the throbbing prick in her mouth. Looking at them I felt happy with them. Finally Mother had her husband's cock in her mouth, doing all the things she had been dreaming about, and there was still a lot more to come. And my father was on his way to discovering the pleasures a hot love-life can give a person.
Jean was sitting close to the two and the poor girl was so overcome by excitement she couldn't even find the strength to toss herself off. I went down beside her and closing my hands around her tits I started to play with her nipples. I caressed them with my fingertips and when I had her shuddering in delight I closed my mouth over one of them and my teeth nibbled the hardened nipple.
From the corners of my eyes I could still watch our parents and so could Jean. It was a highly exciting spectacle even for me-the fact it was my parents doing this in front of their children added something of an extra lewdness to it, so it is easy to imagine what kind of effect the whole thing must have had on Jean. After all, it was the first time she ever watched another woman performing the act of fellatio and her eyes were almost bulging from her head in lust, because of what I was doing to her tits, and the spectacle our parents gave her.
Suddenly, much to my surprise, her body shook in the familiar convulsions of coming. I couldn't believe it at first, but she had really creamed, just by watching our parents while I sucked her tits. I looked down between her legs and I clearly saw her cunt lips open and close spasmodically, a stream of strong smelling cunt juice flowing from between them.
Her hand closed over her mound, her fingers dipping between the dilating hairy lips, wrenching the last drops from her fountains of spunk, strengthening her happy convulsions. When she had wrung the last drops of spunk from her slit she threw herself at me and asked me what she could do to please me.
Remembering how much Ginger had loved to be frigged with my hardened nipple and realizing how sensitive Jean's breasts were for sexual stimulation I explained to her what to do. I didn't have to give a very explicit description. She immediately understood what I meant and she brought her tit between my legs, pointing the hardened nipple at my slippery cunt. Without using her hand to guide her breast she rubbed it up and down my slit and the contact of her hardened nipple on my swollen and excited clit soon had the desired effect.
Lust was surging through my body, my breath was coming in gasps, panting I urged her to go on. The tickling of her hardened nipple on my clit was almost driving me out of my mind. When it touched my clit I wanted it to stop and when she moved along the length of my cunt I wanted it to come back and continue its torturous pleasure.
I still kept my eyes on my parents and part of Father's hard prick was sticking from Mother's mouth. She could hold a lot of cock, but not all of his terrible length. The veins were standing out on it, throbbing and bulging, announcing his approaching orgasm. Suddenly, with a hoarse cry, he pushed his dong all the way in her greedy mouth, making her almost choke on it. Pulling it back again he now started to make fucking motions in her mouth and I assumed he was pumping his load deep in her throat. I almost envied her. How lovely it must be to get your mouth filled by a man who has never been sucked in his life before, who has always lived a rather unsatisfying sex life. He must have unloaded a bucket full of his sticky sperm in her because she kept on and on, trying to swallow it all. And Mother still pumped the dildo wildly in and out of her cunt, thick cunt juice shooting over the stem. Her belly heaving in the delight she experienced in doing this in front of her daughters, and her husband, whose cock she sucked.
I watched them and my own orgasm, brought on by Jean's frigging nipple, shook my body, leaving me breathless and exhausted for some time, and so were the others, so we tumbled off to sleep right where we were.
It was the kind of sleep where one is still aware of the surroundings. My mind was floating in between sleep and wake and I felt like I was flying. Blurred visions were going through my mind, visions of the things we had done, the things we were going to do. I thought the rest of the afternoon and the night was going to be even more interesting. I had certainly not wasted any time going home. Even if I had only managed to seduce Jean it would have been more than worthwhile, but things were even better now, and they were going to be even better still. Of this I was certain. I started to think about Jean's virginity. Although she had no hymen to speak of she was still a virgin as far as being fucked by a man was concerned. In fact, I would have loved to be the first to poke her-by using the dildo on her, of course. But I gladly wanted to leave this to Father, and it would be so much better for any future relationship between the three of them. I think Jean would love to be fucked by Father and as soon as I was a little rested again I was getting things started in that direction. Right now I was still lying where I was, and my hands were slowly rubbing over my body, stroking my breasts, belly and cunt without really bringing me to the pitch where I wanted to have sex again. But slowly I was feeling marvelous again and I think it won't be necessary to describe my feelings any further. Anyone knows this delicious feeling one has in making love.
Gradually I began to overcome my tiredness and the search of my fingers became more urgent and directed to sexual stimulation.
Deciding to give Father himself the possibility to take the initiative when it came to fucking Jean, I went over to Mother. I had been right in assuming he must have been thinking along those lines himself. When I took the dildo from my mother's cunt, he immediately focused his attention on his youngest daughter, Jean.
Jean looked up at him and in her eyes I could see a mixture of fright and lust. Both Mother and I watched the two closely, our excitement slowly rising with theirs. Jean had lost some of her fright, fright she had felt more because she still didn't fully know whether Father would be angry. But from the looks in his eyes she had seen it was lust which made him come over to her and not anger.
In the time I had been resting Father had undressed himself completely and, naked, he stood over Jean, his still drooping prick dangling between his legs. Sitting up, Jean reached for his spunk covered, flaccid prick. Without a word, Father let her have her way, just a contented look appearing on his face. Her almost hesitating way of handling his prick- after all, it was the first male organ she had ever held-must have added something extra to his lust for her. In his timidly fondling hand his cock soon took its former state of erected aggressiveness, looking frightfully big and menacing in her almost tiny hand.
Both Jean and I are of a rather dark complexion and the color of her skin beautifully contrasted with the far lighter color of Father's gigantic dong. Nobody had ever told Jean how to masturbate a man, but she must have known by some hidden instinct how to make the right motions. My dear little sister had disclosed quite a few hidden instincts these days…
Covering and uncovering the bulging head, pulling the loose foreskin back as far as it would go when she manipulated him, she soon had fluid oozing out of his cock. The froth made the cock in her hand slimy and slippery, but she loved to feel the wet throbbing thing in her hand, frigging him harder as it became wetter and stickier…
Father, still standing over her, had his eyes closed, letting his daughter's hand bring him to a state of utter bliss. Already he was getting to the point of being satisfied by being masturbated by Jean, but that wasn't what I had in mind and neither had Jean, I'm sure. I managed to attract her attention and motioned her to give him some sort of indication she also wanted some fun out of this. She immediately understood my meaning, and bringing her hand between her legs, she started to frig herself with a fervor that proved her randiness and must have made even a saint aware of her needs.
Father noticed some change in her manipulations of his cock and looking down he saw Jean busily masturbating her own hot-box with her other hand.
With a passionate grunt he let himself down beside her and taking her finger away from her slit he replaced it with his own, much thicker and longer finger. Jean, feeling this deeper penetration, gave a satisfied sigh and
