Incest Games Chapter 16

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There was sweetness in his sister’s cunt, and Travis licked it slowly,

savoring the honey there. He was replete, but not sated, and thought he

would never be; there were far too many erotic things yet to do, so many awesome combinations to try, and he meant to go through them all, one by one, if his body held out. Glad that he was young and horny, he continued to tease Jenny’s still pussy with his tongue, until her body began to stir. She’d passed out, just about the time he was letting his load go into their mother’s snatch. He loved both glorious cunts, he thought. They were both beautiful, hot and particularly sexy because everybody said he wasn’t supposed to fuck them, or to even think about fucking them, much less eat them. Everybody said that, except the people who really counted, his father and mother and sister. Wow, it was great to have his dad put those big hands on his ass and help him shove down deep into mom’s snatch, and it was great to see his dad’s huge shaft working into Jenny’s young slit. There was no better fucking anywhere, and when they were all doing it to think none of it might ever have happened, if I hadn’t caught you jacking off that night.” He said, “Can I leave you for a few minutes? Look over there, and you’ll see dad going down on mom. He’s eating her for the first time, all the way, because his hang-ups are gone, and so are any she might have had. I want to get in on it.” “Go ahead,” his sister answered. “I’ll be okay in a little while; I just feel kind of floaty and warm now, and I’ll watch until I get all turned on again.” His mother’s head was on one pillow, her ass upon another. Her knees were bent and flung wide, and his father’s pale blonde head was buried between the rounded satin thighs, the big hands gripping the perfect cheeks of her ass. Arlene’s eyes followed her son as he walked around the bed and came to stand close to her face. Her eyes went bitchy and she smiled wetly up at him when he took his hardening prick in one hand and touched the head of it to her cheek. She brought out one hand and cupped his balls when he rubbed the glans over her forehead and down into one ear. “Yes, lover,” she whispered hotly. “Oh, yes, so I can have both my wonderful men at the same time.” So Travis moved the shiny knob of his prick to her lips, where she kissed it, rubbing the red velvet of them over its tip before she licked at the drop of fluid that gathered in the slit. While his father nuzzled hungrily into her pussy, Travis inserted the end of his cock into his mom’s mouth and pushed it on inside. Her teeth scraped tingling along the head, along the shaft, and he felt the curve of her tongue curl lovingly up and around. Dipping his fingers into the luxurious depths of her shiny black hair, he gave her his prick, moving his ass slightly as the head bumped the back of her throat. She sucked delightfully upon it, her cheeks dipping in and out as she siphoned upon his meat, as she used tongue and teeth and the hot wetness to thrill him. Now that the terrific fucking was over, and he had fucked his mom’s pussy while it was still throbbing and flooded with his father’s semen, Travis thought he might be able to go all night, sampling all the experiences the four of them might devise. Looking over at his sister, he smiled, and Jenny nodded approval. He saw her hand cuddle her pussy, saw one finger slip inside and knew she was stroking her vibrant clitoris.

His mother groaned around his cock, and he glanced down to see her crotch surging up and down against his father’s face. She was cumming again, riding dad’s suctioning mouth and cumming hard, but she didn’t let go of his own prick. She continued to chew upon it, to lick searingly over its swollen head. But her eyelids were fluttering and her tits were heaving, jiggling as she crested upon the tidal wave of her orgasm, so Travis backed it out of her mouth and allowed her head to roll back. There was plenty of time for everything, and he wanted to stick his cock everywhere it would possibly go. Dad and mom were melting together, his father’s prick soft and his mother murmuring drowsily, so Travis walked back around the king-sized bed and looked down at his sister. “You know,” he said, “we haven’t made it sixty-nine yet. That ought to be a lot of fun.” “I’m for it,” Jenny said. He lay down with his face at her feet, and when she started to lick at his toes, he did the same to hers. The tickling sensation was almost too much to bear, but he held fairly still for it, working his tongue up over her ankles and along the shins. His sister tasted of exotic flowers, of fresh young skin and a trembling excitement. She nipped the calf of his leg, her sharp teeth playful in his flesh, and he licked over her kneecaps, sliding ever backward the way she was doing as they worked into position where they could eat each other simultaneously. He had eaten pussy and been sucked off, but he hadn’t done it at the same time. At her thighs now, he rolled his cheek into the honeyblonde hair of her crotch and felt the marvelous warmth of her torrid snatch, the fondling of her cunt hair upon his skin. Turning his head, he looked down into the pussy itself and saw how the lips were parted slightly in the center, how the golden fur outlined them. Using his fingers, he gently pried them apart and peered deeply into the pink tissues, into the membranes that could feel so fantastic when they gripped his prick. He bent his head and touched his tongue into them, shoved it deep into their wet slippery depths, and felt his sister’s tongue in turn, as she rolled it over the head of his down-hanging cock. Travis sucked her pussy, tongued to find the clit and tease it, nipped the labia and stirred far up into the shuddering vagina. All the while, she was sucking upon his cock-head, using all the hot workings of her mouth to bring him to orgasm. It was beautiful this way, and he reveled in the heaving of Jenny’s cunt as she thrust up violently, when she came on his mouth. A heartbeat later, he released his own diminished load of semen, pouring it down her throat, and that was beautiful, too. A bell clanged insistently, harshly, and Travis struggled away from his sister’s entwining body to fumble for the bedside phone. He mumbled something into the mouthpiece and listened, his eyes running over the quiet forms on the bed, his naked mother, his nude father, his bare- assed sister. “It’s Jean Marks,” he said to them. “Says she’s been thinking about us and can’t stand it any longer.” His mother stirred sleepily. “Tell her to come on over. In this family, there’s always room for one more.” The End
Published 17 years ago
Written by Sonicck

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