His cock nuzzled into her pussy. As he filled her with a steady thrust, lust lit up her face once again. She got fucked and fucked and fucked. She writhed and twisted under the pistoning assault. There were hands on her legs and thighs. They were fondling and pinching her, touching her ass, prying into her crack-in spite of Kerry's bulk on her and between her legs.
She kept on cumming! It was an unbelievable orgasm. It just rolled along like the floodwaters of a river, instead of crashing like an ocean wave that crests and is gone. Someone pinned her arms to the ground, and she looked up. Chris was upside down over her. Then he was kissing her as Kerry fucked her, as Gabby and Patty stroked and pinched and fondled her. Suddenly, a finger, or something, pushed against her bung, tried to gain entrance there.
Micaela suddenly wanted two cocks at once, one in her mouth and one in her cunt. But she was too dazed and battered to do more than moan. She felt something burning like fire against her tail. Maybe she could have three cocks!
The cock in her cunt began to spurt and jet. She was so flooded with jizm that the excess was streaming out of her, dribbling down her ass in a flaming river. Her cumming flared and flickered like an Aurora Borealis as orgasmic waves swept along her nerves, trying to flex muscles exhausted beyond response.
The cock in her faded at last, leaving her achingly empty. Little shivers wracked her. It looked like an epileptic seizure as she lay there in the hot sun. Her pussy felt pulped and exhausted by the pounding it had taken-but it also still had a vague hunger that made her writhe erotically.
'Somebody kiss it and make it well,' she whimpered in a little-girl voice.
Someone knelt between her thighs. A soft, gentle mouth fastened on her cum-sodden twat. Lips and tongue bathed her pussy. She reached down, and stroked… long blonde tresses. She lifted her head and looked, and moaned when she saw what she had thought was a boy was actually her sister Gabby.
Instead of horror or disgust, there was a flaring fireball of pleasure. Micaela moaned with passion as she felt her clit being tenderly tongued and sucked.
Then the mouth went away, and Micaela was left shuddering. Sorrow and fear ripped through her. The touch of lips and tongue on her cunt a second time sent a surge of happiness through her. It was all right. As long as she was loved, everything was all right. It just couldn't ever stop, this endless carnal carnival, this carousel of sex. She felt short hair this time, and didn't need to look to know it was Patty. The mouth on her cunt was as sassy and demanding with her flesh as it was with the English language.
Micaela laughed hysterically at the sky as Patty sucked on her clit-berry, then proceeded to lap up the flood of cum the three boys had left. While everyone else watched, Micaela heaved and bucked, letting her own baby sister eat her.
Then there was a shadow over her face. Micaela looked up and saw a hard cock hanging over her. Chris's cock. Reaching for it, she brought it to her lips and lapped at it, tasting dried jizm and fresh pre-cum. And Kerry and Al were there too. Their phalluses were once again inflated and distended-and all because of her!
As Gabby pumped Al's cock with her hand, he knelt beside Micaela so his prick head was over her face. Kerry was jacking himself off on her other side as she tongued and masturbated Chris's cock. Patty was still lapping away, as happy as a pig in a garbage dump.
Micaela's cumming reached a new level as she lay there surrounded by lust. The cock at her lips erupted, and hot jizm spilled over her chin. Something thick and warm spattered her face. More cum! Kerry was unloading over her, showering her with thick gobbets. Then Al's pecker jetted in Gabby's hand. Micaela opened her mouth, caught the cum of three boys on her tongue. The last spurtings showered her cheeks and eyelids, spattered into her hair, oozing down the side of her nose. At long last Patty slumped down, exhausted, pillowing her head on Micaela's thigh.
Then, everyone piled on top of her, and Micaela was at the bottom of a heap of naked, loving people. She was being pressed by breasts and pricks and cheeks and lips.
Chapter 9
'And how, pray tell, are your three darling daughters?' Joan asked. She was backing him into a corner* giving him tantalizing glimpses of her lush breasts. Her fingers toyed with the buttons of his shirt.
'Are you trying to seduce me?' he asked, giving up on trying not to look at the part of her breasts revealed by her open blouse.
'Of course,' she purred, looking up impishly.
'You're likely to succeed,' he noted. He hands found her waist and pulled her against his cock.
'Well, I should certainly hope so,' she said, rolling her pussy against his hard-on.
His hands slid up her silk blouse, fondling the warm masses of her breasts through the slippery fabric.
Her lips parted, her tongue tip flicking her upper lip.
'And how is your husband?' Mike asked, his thumbs pressing her soft flesh from the center toward the outside. He increased the gap of her blouse so it showed more of her satin skin, more of her lush globes, though not her nipples, yet.
Her fingers touched his pecker through his pants, teased it, made his belly harden with desire. 'He asked me to invite you over,' she said softly. 'Soon!”
'I've got a better idea,' Mike responded, still fondling her breasts through her blouse. He was fascinated by how erotic it was to be feeling them without actually touching skin. 'How about the two of you coming to my place this Saturday?”
'To do what?' she asked, looking down at the bulge in his pants. She ran a fingernail provocatively up the underside of the jutting ridge of his phallus.
'The kids want to have a party,' Mike answered. 'And they need a chaperone.”
'Oh, shit,' Joan snorted.
'But you see,' Mike went on, 'they'll be in the rec room in the basement. And we'll be upstairs.' He spread her blouse open, exposed more of her pale jugs.
'Oh ho!”
He traced a curve on her hot skin with a fingertip. He was tantalizing himself by keeping her nipples concealed.
'Do I have any appointments in the next half-hour or so?' he asked hotly.
'We've got an hour-and-a-half,' she told him, 'If you think you can last that long.”
'It'll be fun trying!' He unfastened the next button on her blouse. There was now only one to go above the waist of her skirt.
'So, the kids will be downstairs, and we'll be upstairs,' Joan said.
'And we know what they'll be doing,' Mike went on.
'Of course,' Joan agreed. 'We're chaperoning them so they won't do it.”
'And, while they're doing it downstairs, we'll be doing it upstairs.' Without unbuttoning any more buttons, he pressed the blouse back over Joan's shoulders, making the vee spread wider and wider at the top. It curved in and down in the center, indenting her breast flesh. He left it that way, with her nipples still hidden, and stroked his hands down the sides of her neck and out the smooth curves of her shoulders.
'I don't suppose,' Joan said softly, 'that we mi once in a while, very carefully, look in on them, to make sure they aren't getting into any trouble?”
'Well, after all, isn't that one of the responsibilities of a chaperone?' he asked, carefully easing her blouse down a tiny bit at a time until he saw miniscule slivers of nipples.
'Of course,' she agreed, unbuckling his belt without looking down.
'And, naturally, we wouldn't want to disturb them, so we'll have to do it very stealthily,' he concluded, cupping the outsides of her breasts. He pressed up and in, watched as they bulged out of her blouse, slowly sliding farther and farther into view. Then they were there, in his grasp, exposed, lifted and supported by the half- unfastened blouse.
'Such a considerate, concerned father,' Joan murmured as she bared his cock and wrapped her hand around it.
