Charlotte
I wanted more! Splayed across Jackson’s chest with his slowly shrinking dick still partially inside me, I wanted more. All the others had had time alone with him that they enjoyed. Unfortunately, my only time alone with him involved trying to choke him to death. I really wanted to show him how grateful I was that he saved my life and gave me a second chance. I also wanted to feel what everyone else seemed to feel for him from their solo time. But mostly, I wanted to become a partner, lover, and co-parent like even Catherine had become.
As these thoughts turned through my mind, the others gradually went back inside the house, leaving us all alone. Realizing they’d all picked up on my thoughts, I moved my face to Jackson’s and kissed him lovingly for the first time. He responded in kind and rolled on top of me as his growing penis started moving in and out of me. It was soft and tentative until we steadily got into a concurrent rhythm. We were both a little hesitant at first, but the longer we were together, the easier things seemed to get.
“Share the things that you like with me, even if only in your thoughts,” Jackson breathed.
“I’d love to be touched all over and worshipped the way I do with Catherine. I just want someone to take me away and treat me like a Princess while adoring my mind and body.”
Jackson slowed to a stop and kissed his way down my chest, making sure to bring my nipples alive with his tongue and teeth. Licking, nibbling, and sucking his way down my abdomen, he finally landed at my puss. At first, there were light breaths, then just the tip of his tongue outlining my outer labia. Every step was paced to please and increase that pleasure exponentially. With that first orgasm, I understood his devotion to all of us. It spread across me like a warm blanket, wrapping me in its ardor.
Moving down my open thighs one at a time, he continued to lick or kiss every square inch of my flesh. He was letting me know that all of me was loved by him. When he reached my feet, I got the giggles for more than just being ticklish. He understood and suckled his way down my foot while turning himself so that he could touch my pussy with his. He flicked my clit with his big toe as we shared a knowing glance.
“I can’t believe that she did that,” I panted as just the thought of her fucking his foot was getting me riled up. Jackson sucked and bit my toes while his big toe dipped into me, then pulled back out and rubbed my nub hard.
“Fuuuccckkk,” I moaned as I came from the overload of sensations.
In the wake of my cum, Jackson moved back over me and kissed me for several minutes as our bodies melded together. He rubbed his swollen prick and balls all over my slippery crotch, which brought on more moans. As I worked to catch the tip of his cock between my sodden pussy lips, he suddenly flipped me over. Jackson was kissing and biting the back of my neck as he held my arms above my head. His unyielding pole ground against my buttocks while he nipped back and forth across my back.
Moving down gradually while crisscrossing with his lips and teeth, the tip of Jackson’s hard-on eventually began rubbing against my little star. I was sure it was intentional and loved the thought of him pressing inside. Unfortunately, at that moment, he only teased. That would come later. He kept moving down my back until he reached my rump. Jackson licked and bit all over while avoiding my yearning crevice even as I spread my legs invitingly. His actions had me shivering as my pussy leaked profusely. Then I felt it. The tip of his tongue swiped upward from my puss to my pucker and then rimmed it lightly.
I came in a rush while reaching back and pulling him in harder. Jackson took that as a solicitation for more and more I received. His waggling tongue pierced my rectum and went wild as it plundered my dirty hole. Wild was also how I reacted as my climax went into overdrive. Just as I was getting used to his anal deluge and coming down from an unending acme, Jackson slipped several fingers into my ready box. My head seemed to explode as the sensations overwhelmed my already over-titillated form.
Jackson
I was taking my time with Charlotte so that she understood that I wanted her to enjoy every moment. While still orally drilling her pucker, I added a couple of her fingers to her drooling snatch. She screamed into the grass as her nectar coated my fingers and hand while she shook. I eased my fingers out of her and moved my face to her coated labia before beginning to lap away. Her taste was a bit tangy with a hint of sweetness. I couldn’t get enough, and I licked her clean over and over.
“How… how many… more?” she breathed laboriously.
“As many more as you need,” I answered with a loving tone.
“Take me inside… to my bed, please,” Charlotte panted.
I got up and curled her into my arms before carrying her to her bedroom. The others were in there finishing up the painting as I approached.
Cynthia saw us and moved our way while whispering, “Take her upstairs and make love to her as if she were me.”
“Mmmm,” Charlotte moaned softly before reaching for Cynthia to kiss her gently on the lips. Pulling back, she added, “I love you, Sis.”
“I love both of you sooo much,” Cynthia replied before shoeing us away.
I carried Charlotte up the stairs and into my bedroom, closing the door behind us. As I placed her on the bed, we kissed as lovers, and both automatically moved into the missionary position. Slipping inside her with our lips still attached just seemed so natural, as if we’d been doing it for years. Leaning on my elbows, my hands rested on her breasts as my fingers teased her rigid nipples. Her legs gradually wrapped around my lower back as her hands snaked through my hair, pulling our mouths ever closer.
The pace was relaxed as we both vocally expressed our satisfaction throughout our coupling. We made love for quite a while as we both neared our peaks.
“Fill me with your loving seed and help me make a baby for all of us to love,” Charlotte said as she began to tremble.
Her contractions were bringing me there, too, and seconds later, we were both cumming. In the twilight of our mutual orgasms, we kissed almost continuously. As my strength began to falter, I rolled us over, leaving Charlotte on top. I awoke sometime later to light kisses and a gentle stroking of my stretching cock.
“I’d like to try anal, if that’s okay with you?” Charlotte only half questioned with desire in her eyes.
I realized that she’d already applied some lube to me while bringing my dick back to life. “Cowgirl?” I inquired.
“Yes, to start with,” she grinned before moving to straddle my hips. Once in position, she worked up and down languidly while adding, “Once I’m opened up, I’d love it doggie-style if you have the energy.”
“As long as you don’t make me cum too quickly with that snug little ass of yours,” I grunted in reply when she began to really get going.
A soft creak of the door alerted us to someone’s presence, but Charlotte never missed a beat.
“Mind if I join you two?” Catherine probed.
Charlotte looked at me as if asking what I thought, and I simply nodded back, letting her know it was her decision. Turning her head back and reaching out with a hand, she replied, “Please, Baby,” while clasping her hand and pulling her closer. They kissed as Catherine moved onto the bed. Charlotte directed her to straddle my face as their kisses continued.
I took full advantage of my position, pulling Catherine closer with a good grip on her hips. My tongue, lips, and teeth scavenged all her tasty parts while Charlotte continued to ride my pole.
Catherine
I was hesitant to interrupt Charlotte and Jackson, but I was hoping that they would allow me to share in their passion. Charlotte didn’t hesitate in bringing me right into their activities. After spreading my legs overtop of Jackson, he quickly pulled me down and began to titillate my entire groin. Charlotte was equally welcoming by pulling my face to hers before beginning to grope my eager breasts. We both swayed to the motion of her riding Jackson’s stiffy with her plump ass. Things started heating up quickly, for me anyway, as we all enjoyed giving each other pleasure.
Nearing my climax, I pulled and twisted Charlotte’s nips while she was doing the same to me. I’d hoped to distract her by doing so, but all that did was make me even hotter, especially after Jackson began pinching my clit while his tongue delved deep into my snatch. Moments later, I was cumming, and that seemed to set off Charlotte as well. Her movements ceased as we both quivered from our respective peaks. As we slowly came to our senses, Jackson started licking me again while pumping Charlotte’s ass.
“Oh, you horny little bastard! I love your cock, and having it in my ass!” Charlotte squealed as he began ramping up his fucking.
We each rode him for another minute before Charlotte pushed me backward off of Jackson’s face and kissed him ardently. After several seconds she, too, moved forward, pressing her face between my legs after issuing, “Pound my ass, you sexy bastard.”
Jackson slipped out from under her and got into position while gripping her hips and pressing inside. He started off slowly. I knew because, with his every thrust, Charlotte’s tongue wiggled deeper and deeper into my pussy. As his tempo increased, so did my enjoyment. She wasn’t able to do much with her tongue, but her mouth’s collision with my clit more than made up for it all. Besides, by that point, I think Charlotte was delirious from the fucking that she was receiving.
Once Jackson was going full force, all I heard from Charlotte was a series of grunts with each pump. I was on the brink when she started to shake. Suddenly, Charlotte was spraying all over the bed before she went limp. Jackson howled as he came and fell sideways, panting from exhaustion. With a quick couple of flicks across my clit, I, too, went over the edge into the land of bliss. A few minutes later, Jackson had calmed, but Charlotte was out cold. I pulled her up next to me, and he moved in behind her, where we both stayed until morning.
Jackson
I woke to some soft kisses on my lips and warm hands caressing my body. Opening my eyes, there was my beautiful Cynthia snuggling up close.
“This is the best,” I said while smiling ear-to-ear and pulling her in tight.
“I think that you made a new friend last night. Charlotte was glowing this morning as she came into the kitchen,” Cynthia said.
“That’s good to hear. I’d hoped that she had a good time.”
“So, how about me? Are you going to give me a good time?” Cynthia teased while rubbing her overheated crotch against my growing schlong.
“You seem to be awfully randy this morning. Didn’t you and Danielle have any fun last night?” I replied while rolling her distended nipples.
“Well, we did, but she doesn’t have one of these,” Cynthia responded while gripping my hard-on firmly.
“So, what do you want to do with that?”
Pushing me flat on my back, Cynthia moved on top of me while still holding my hardened prick and answered, “Well, I’d like to put it right in here,” Hovering over me, she let the tip permeate her labia while leaning down for a kiss. It started soft and easy as she rotated her hips while slowly sinking down onto my shaft. The deeper it got, the more animated our kisses became until she was going wild.
“There’s nothing… quite like… a stiff prick… pounding… your pussy!” she grunted between deep breaths.
“I don’t know, you may want to ask Catherine about that,” I teased.
Without warning, Cynthia fell onto me as her body shook violently. She was still impaled on my prick as she went limp from her exertions. I held her close as the clenching of her vaginal muscles slowed gradually. Pulling her face out of the crook of my neck and bringing her lips back to mine, she inquired, “How does it always feel so good?”
“It’s because, with you, it’s special. We have a bond from our time getting to know each other. Plus, the fact that I think that you and I were made for each other, even though we were born years apart. We’re also both the type of people who enjoy helping others, and that is a rare quality these days. I know that I’ll not live as long as you, but I have every intention of enjoying every second that I do,” I jabbered.
“I understand, and I feel the same,” Cynthia responded before sliding down and engulfing my hard-on.
“Oh shit, Baby! That feels wonderful,” I hummed as she took me into her throat to massage my cock. Less than a minute later, I was filling her belly with my seed before pulling her up for an ardent kiss.
We petted and snuggled for a while longer before the other three arrived bearing coffee and themselves. They allowed us to take a sip or two before adding their nude forms to the bed to cavort. Legs, breasts, and hands were everywhere as we all writhed like entwined snakes. There were no words, only moans and sighs of satisfaction as my mouth was enveloped with many tasty pussies. My prick became buried in one orifice after another as there was constant movement, kissing, and fondling.
This wasn’t about the need for my seed but more about the giving of pleasure, it seemed. Before long, we became of damp pile of sex addicts, just trying to pull one more orgasm from the crotch in front of us. The more orgasms they had, the hungrier they seemed to get. It was like they were feeding each other and me. It never got violent but rather stayed more playful and lustful. I never knew whose crotch I was licking or fingering as I always seemed at the bottom with something covering my face.
I lost count of how many orgasms I was given or gave, but I must have drank a gallon or two of their nectar as it all happened. That was the other odd part of it all. Time seemed to be non-existent, like that perfect day on the beach that never seems to end. I never once thought about anything other than licking, fingering, or fucking the next person until they came. Everything else seemed to disappear. Then there was my energy level. Even though I’d cum several times, or so I thought, I seemed to have unending stamina.
It ended as abruptly as it started, while everyone but Cynthia left the bed, with Catherine suggesting a dip in the pool. As my focus returned, Cynthia was again on top of me with my dick in her slippery puss. She was sliding up and down my torso with the aid of an ample supply of cum and sweat left over from whatever that was. With the fog lifting, I stopped her motion, holding her face to mine.
“Wha… what was that?” I stammered
“It’s a kind of welcome ritual to new members of the tribe, although I can’t remember the last time it was done. We haven’t run across others of our kind since… I don’t know when. All of us are descendants of Bernadette. We’ll have to ask her about that when we get back because I’m drawing a blank right now,” Cynthia answered.
“So, I’ve been officially welcomed into the tribe, then?”
“Oh, I think you were aware of that shortly after you started impregnating all my family members, but yes, this makes it semi-official,” Cynthia retorted.
“Semi, huh? What’s that all about?”
“Well,” Cynthia started as she slid her splayed crotch up my torso and placed it on my face, “The official welcome requires all members and usually last for several days,” she added while grinding her open cunt all over my mouth, chin, and nose.
Her hands gripped the back of my head and held me tight until I brought her to another leg-shimmering peak, which quickly debilitated her to the point of collapse. As her chest heaved up and down, I pulled her close and held her until she calmed.
“You are a maniac, Young Lady! If you’re done using me as your personal cum depository, how about we slip outside for a little skinny-dipping?”
“That sounds nice. Maybe after, you can take me on the grass,” Cynthia giggled.
I knew she was mostly teasing, but part of me figured she’d take whatever I could give her and more. We slipped off the bed and took the sheets with us for a run in the washer and dryer. Stepping outside, I realized that twilight was settling in. Trying to do the math in my head, I realized that we must have been upstairs in that pile of flesh for better than eight hours. The others were still naked on the lounge chairs, catching the last rays of the sun.
Cynthia
I saw the wheels turning in Jackson’s mind as we walked outside into the setting sun. He was clearly having trouble reconciling the obvious loss of time.
Grabbing his hand, I pulled his face to mine and revealed, “Don’t try to wrap your head around it. None of us could ever figure it out, either. Just enjoy it when it happens and know that it’s not all that often.”
“But what is it, exactly?” he pleaded.
“I think it started as a way to…
