Carol looked at the kitchen wall clock as she heard the door of Kit's Chevy slam. She was home a little earlier than usual…
Carol stared into the half finished salad as she put down her paring knife. She dreaded the coming session with her daughter, but there was no way to avoid it.
"Hi, Mom – what's for dinner?"
The cheery greeting made Carol smile as she turned to see her pretty blonde daughter. "Kit, you're as bad as a man. The first thing you're interested in when you get home from work is food."
The girl laughed. "I guess you're right. That's what Daddy always asked about first, wasn't it? Well, I don't blame him – what are we having?"
Carol pretended to be angry. "Hopeless. You're absolutely hopeless. I don't blame Jack for being disgusted with you. I can say one thing for your father – he was interested in food, but there was another subject that he was even more serious about…"
The mention of her boy friend's name made Kit suddenly serious. "Oh, Mom – let's don't even talk about Jack now. The more I think about it all the more I see that it wouldn't work. I guess I should feel lucky that I found out about his tastes before we got married. It would be terrible to have found it all out afterwards…"
Carol was displeased with herself; she had not intended to bring up that subject until after dinner. But suddenly she decided to go ahead with it. "Kit… honey, sit down for a minute while I finish this salad. I want to talk to you about something… about Jack. Maybe things are not nearly as bleak as they seem."
The young girl looked at her mother closely, puzzled by her words. "Oh, Mom – you just don't know. You weren't there. I haven't even told you everything he said – all the things he wanted to do. It was just awful. It still makes me shiver to think about the things he likes."
"Kit – sit down. There are some things we have to discuss. I had intended to do it later, but we may as well do it now. Sit down."
The young blonde made no further comment as she put her purse on the table and slipped gracefully into a chair across the table from her mother. Carol had been standing as she prepared the salad and she too sank into a chair. For a moment mother and daughter looked at each other without speaking.
Carol took a deep breath and plunged in to a task that she did not relish. "Honey, I talked to Jack last night. I went to his apartment, in fact…"
"Mother! How could you? How could you do such a thing? I don't want you to go to him begging him to take a girl that he's obviously not satisfied with…"
"Oh, cut it out, Kit." Carol's beautiful face wore an unaccustomed frown. "It wasn't like that at all. Wait until you hear the whole story. You're going to be damn glad I went before this is all over. Or do you want to peck a typewriter in that silly real estate office until some boy with no more money than you have marries you and gives you four or five babies in a row? Now hear me out, and look at all this from a realistic point of view for a change…"
Almost an hour later Kit was still dazed as she stood up and moved uncertainly toward the coffee maker on the stove. "Mom, I… I just can't believe it. Any of it. That you want to give your body to him, or that he would want both of us under those circumstances, or that you would expect me to go for a plan like that. Us living there and having him take both of us. It… It's perverted."
Carol shook her head wearily. "Give me another cup of coffee, too. You're so stubborn you've given me a headache. Kit – it's not perverted, it's practical. You've got to see that."
"Practical? That's a funny word for it." Kit poured both cups and slumped back down in her chair. "Mom, what you're telling me is that I should marry Jack, and let him fuck me while he uses you for all the other kinds of sex that he likes. On nights when he didn't fuck me you'd suck his prick or let him fuck you in the ass or anything else he wanted. I'm using your words now; my vocabulary doesn't seem to be complete enough to cover the situation…"
"Kit – do you love Jack? If you do, you should see this as a way to avoid losing him. I admit it's a little unconventional, but the point is that you're in love with an unconventional man. And, believe me – it won't be long until your point of view changes and you see things the same way he does. That will happen, I promise you it will. And when it does you'll thank me for the rest of your life for not letting the whole thing blow up in your face now. All this is if you love him, I mean… if you don't, I don't want any part of it, either. Damn it, do you love him or not?"
Kit was suddenly very quiet as she stared at her mother. When she finally spoke her voice was so low that it was almost unintelligible.
"Yes, Mom, I do. That's the trouble, I do love him…"
The drive had been a silent one. Carol did not force a conversation; she realized that, despite a firm decision, her daughter was still torn with doubt as her crucial moment approached. The plan did ask a lot of the pretty young girl…
"Gee, it feels funny to be coming to Jack's apartment like this. I've been there once, and he fucked me, and you've been there once, and he fucked you. And tonight he wants to fuck us both – in front of each other. It's weird. You can say what you want to, but it's unnatural. I know it is."
Carol restrained her impatience as she pulled into a parking slot. She tried to remember whether the Lincoln next to her was the same one she had parked by before. Then she turned her attention back to the increasingly nervous girl at her side. "Oh, honey, relax. Relax and enjoy what we're going to do. After all, baby, sex is about the nicest thing there is, and you can take my word that Jack is far above average. I suppose in a way that's what's caused the problem. Well, better a man a little oversexed than one undersexed. So just relax and enjoy it when he gets that big prick in you. Believe me, that's a feeling that you should savor, not dread…"
Kit opened her mouth and then decided that the chances of making her mother understand were negligible. And, though it was hard to admit even to herself, she was thinking about the exquisite sensations that she would again experience. If only it were not under these circumstances…
The pretty young blonde sighed as she got out of the car and closed the door.
"Kit, I have to admit I'm a little surprised. Pleasantly surprised. Somehow I didn't think you'd go along with your mother's plan." Jack was grinning as he brought the seated women their drinks. "Martinis again, if that's okay with you two. Seems like I've been on a martini kick for a month."
The young girl was silent as she accepted her glass. Carol spoke as she took hers. "This suits us, Jack. I like martinis and Kit drinks very little anyway."
"I may get drunk tonight. I may have to take all this." Kit's voice was petulant.
Jack looked at her narrowly. Her attitude was not what he had hoped for; obviously her acceptance of the situation was grudging. She would have to be shown the error of her ways; the sooner she was made to understand her exact place in the scheme of things the better for all concerned.
His voice was friendly, and at first both women missed the veiled threat in it. "Kit, baby, you don't seem too happy about it all. Now, I want to be sure – do you or do you not want to take part in your mother's plan? Answer carefully."
Kit's voice sounded slightly cross. "I'm here, aren't I? I don't pretend to like everything about the situation…"
"The crucial point is whether you accept it, not whether you like it. You'll come to like it, in time… Now – the point at the moment is that I'm not entirely satisfied with your attitude and I intend to change it. As a first step in that direction I want you to understand more clearly your place in all this. Stand up, Kit. I want you to raise your skirt, slip your panties off, and show me your cunt."
Jack's unexpected demand shocked both women. Kit stared stupidly at him, too numbed to reply. Even Carol did not react with typical promptness; her first thought was that Jack was not handling Kit in the right way.
"Kit – I told you to do something. Is it possible that you failed to hear me?"
The startled girl finally found her tongue. "Jack! What's wrong with you? How can you say such things – and in front of Mother?"
The man closed his eyes in disgust for a moment, then took a long sip of his drink before he replied. When he spoke there was a weariness in his voice. "Alright, Kit. I'll go through this one time, and no more. If you want to marry me you'll have to accept me as I am, because I have no intention of changing, at least any further than the concessions that I've already made. You know what those concessions are – I've agreed that I'll expect only straight fucking from you; the refinements I'll get from Carol. But I do expect to be obeyed without question when I tell you to do something. What I want now involves only a look at your cunt; it certainly does not violate our agreement. Kit, you have to decide, once and for all. Either you'll have to do what I want, without questions and delay, or we'll have to forget the whole thing. Am I loud and clear?"
Carol held her breath; she was not sure that Jack's severe attitude would work. Kit had never been completely sold on the whole plan…
Kit stared into her lover's eyes as her mind struggled to evaluate the alternatives. He was clearly asking for a sexual situation that she found revolting, but somehow this did not seem to alter her basic need for this strange man… And obviously he would tolerate no further half measures and indecision.
She really had no choice; her mental threshings were beside the point. Kit lowered her eyes when she spoke. "Alright, Jack… whatever you say. I just hope you won't take advantage of me. I never thought I'd give in to a man like this…"
Jack Ames recognized the pretty young girl's final capitulation. He showed neither surprise nor pleasure. "Alright then, Kit. You know what I want you to do."
Kit made no reply as she looked at him for a moment, then put her drink down and slowly got to her feet. Dressed in a clinging knit minidress, she faced him, then moved slightly away from the couch and turned again to him.
"Is… this alright? Can you see what you want to from there?"
Jack sounded impatient. "See what, Kit? Damn it, among other things you've got to learn to use the language. What is it that I want to see?"
Kit was surprised by her own lack of hesitation. "My cunt, Jack. You want to see my cunt. There – is that the way you want me to talk? Alright, I'll do it. I'll show you my cunt…"
The pretty young blonde suited action to her words; she slowly pulled her short skirt up to her slim waist, leaving her loins protected only by sheer panties. But that protection was brief; after a moment she hooked her thumbs in their waistband and started them on a slow journey down her long, tapering legs. Finally they were a little puddle of material on the floor at her feet.
Kit stepped out of them gracefully, then bent over to pick them up. When she straightened she instinctively brought the panties in front of her triangle of curly blonde pubic hair.
But even before Jack could speak the young girl anticipated his reaction to her automatic modesty. She flung the panties to the coffee table in front of the couch and turned to face the man directly.
Jack smiled faintly as his eyes roved over the blonde curls and the pink vaginal lips that those curls only partially concealed. He remembered Carol's pubic hair; the two beautiful females were as alike as could be expected for mother and daughter. Finally he looked up into Kit's eyes. "Nice, Kit – very nice. At least as far as I can see. I really can't tell much about your pussy. Come a little closer and spread your legs and then open your cunt with your fingers. I fucked it, but I haven't really seen it…"
Kit felt her body respond to the peculiar sensuality of the scene that Jack was creating. The things he asked were still vaguely repugnant to her nature, but those feelings were fading into the background to make way for more erotic reactions. And those reactions were present; Kit felt a familiar throb in her vagina and she sensed that her nipples were becoming hard and sensitive in the confinement of her bra cups. Damn – he hadn't even touched her…
"Come on, Kit. Spread your legs and open the lips a little. Your cunt looks good enough to eat – an act which, by the way, you can expect to see me perform on your mother's cunt. I have a feeling it won't be long before you realize what you're missing. That's it – good. Move your legs just a little further apart. Fine. That makes your cunt lips separate a little bit. But not enough – take your fingers and pull them a little wider, then after I have a good look I want you to put a finger up your cunt as far as you can. What about that, darling – do you like to finger fuck yourself?"
The question brought back a wave of embarrassment and caused Kit's face to flush. It had hit home; Kit had used her fingers in the past as a means of solitary pleasure…
She did not answer as she brought both hands between her spread thighs and held her vaginal lips apart with the fingers of one while the forefinger of the other hand gently invaded the little crevice of her femininity. Kit felt mortified; this was beyond question the most lewd, brazen thing she had ever done. And yet it was also certain that her libido was responding wildly; her vagina was moist and sensitive and she knew that a caress of little clitoris would send her over the brink of orgasm almost instantly. And she sensed that the intensity of her reaction was more because she was masturbating herself in front of Jack and her mother than from the act itself…
And Kit was not the only person aroused by the sight of her fingers in her own vagina. Without taking his eyes off the superbly feminine sight in front of him Jack spoke to the older woman seated beside him. "Carol – honey, this daughter of yours has got my prick hard. Come here and get it out and see what you can do for it. But go easy – I don't want to come this way…"
Carol was entirely willing to comply with the man's request. She had also responded to Kit's enforced lewdness, and to a greater extent than she had thought possible. She was glad to have a male object to focus her attention on.
Carol moved closer to Jack as her eyes went to the pronounced bulge in the crotch of his trousers. You're big already, she thought. The sight of Kit's cunt was all it took…
Jack now had more than visual stimulation. Carol's soft hand closed around his penis under his trousers and began to squeeze and pull the hard organ.
"Damn, Carol – get it out. Don't jack me off in my pants. Get my prick out and play with it."
Carol was happy to perform that service. She drew her hand slowly out of his clothes, bringing with it the firm shaft of his penis. Her little white hand automatically pumped slowly as her eyes feasted on the male sight.
And Kit's eyes were large and bright as they, too, focused on her lover's penis even as her fingers continued to work their magic on her own vagina.
"Oh, Jack, I… I never thought…" Kit's words ended in a self-conscious blush.
Jack's attention went again to the young girl masturbating slowly and sensuously in front of him. "You never what, honey? Never had a good look at a man's prick before? That's the trouble with quick fucks in the back seat of a car – the kind of fucks that 'nice' girls give their dates. You can never do the job properly like that. And if there's anything that justifies being done right, it's fucking."
As he spoke Kit continued to finger her vagina in front of him while Carol slowly pumped his penis in her clasping hand. She felt the familiar wetness in her own vagina and almost envied her daughter's opportunity for relief…
Then Carol felt Jack's hand cover hers and halt her manipulation of his penis. She looked at him in surprise, but his words brought quick understanding. "Hold up, Carol. You're making me come along too fast. Tell you what, let's all go in the bedroom and undress. This time I want to see your body; the other time we never did undress when you sucked my prick." He paused and turned to Kit, who had stopped the movement of her fingers in her vagina, but had not removed them. "You, too, honey. I want to see you. I had you undressed when I fucked you, but in deference to your maidenly modesty I left all the lights off. This time I want a good look at both of you, and I want you to get a good look at me and at each other." Jack paused again and turned back to Carol, who still had her hand clasped around his erection. "Of course you did get a good look at my prick, I guess, when you sucked it. Well, you'll get a chance to see it again. But not while you suck it; I think we'll do something different this time. Come on – let's go to the bedroom."
Carol finally released him as they stood up. Kit took her finger from her vagina and let her skirt drop, but she made no move to recover her panties from the coffee table where she had thrown them. Her emotions were mixed; she dreaded the coming encounter in a way, but she was also aware of a need for relief for her aroused body.
The trip to the bedroom was a brief and somewhat ludicrous looking one; Jack took the arms of the two apparently fully dressed females and guided them to his bedroom with his erect penis waving cheerfully in front of his trousers…
Once in the masculine bedroom he began to undress quickly. "Okay girls – strip. Let's make it quick this time. There'll be times in the future when I'll want to see a slow, teasing job of it, but not now. I'm already worked up; I just want to get my prick up a cunt."
Kit was less nervous than she had expected to be, but she was still embarrassed by the prospect of undressing in the brightly lighted room before her lover and mother. But her hesitation was more than offset by her very real physical needs, and she began to remove her dress without undue delay. She was glad that her panties had already been removed; she knew that they would have been soaked by now by the vaginal fluids of her arousal.
Carol also undressed quickly. She, too, was aroused, and she was anxious for the man to get the full impact of her lush body. Their previous encounter had been a somewhat odd-ball one; she could not recall a previous instance in which she had given a man complete satisfaction while fully dressed… Carol's minisheath and then her panties and bra were quickly stripped off of her lovely body and thrown carelessly on the thick carpet.
And then all three people were nude. Jack's eyes went from mother to daughter and then back again as they feasted on the exquisite femininity at his disposal. The two women were both voluptuous and lovely; Kit was what Carol must have been a decade and a half ago. And Kit would be extremely lucky if she resembled her mother fifteen years from now… The thought flicked through Jack's mind that it was possible that he would still have these two females at that time…
Then his immediate physical needs snapped his mind back to the present. His penis was so hard that it almost hurt…
"Well, I have to admit that you two are quite a pair. Carol, your plan looks better than ever, assuming that Kit is properly cooperative, of course." He paused and grinned as he looked at the pretty young girl's lust filled face. "And I have an idea she will be, because I think she needs a good fucking as bad as I do. That right, honey?"
Kit blushed a shade deeper, but she looked at Jack squarely. "I… I am worked up, honey. I… yes, I want to be fucked. Please fuck me… I want your prick up my cunt. Please…"
Kit's frank words caught Jack by surprise and made his penis twitch. He had expected to have to force her to use such language, but apparently the pretty girl was so aroused that she used it instinctively…
"Kit… don't worry, you're gonna get fucked. Right now. I was going to… hell, that can wait. Right now I got to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours. Come on to bed, sweetheart…"
Jack held out his hand to Kit and escorted the lovely girl the few short steps to the bed in a fashion that would have seemed ludicrous to a disinterested spectator. But it was likely that such a thing as a disinterested spectator was a distinct impossibility; certainly Carol was far from disinterested as she watched the man take her nude daughter to the bed. Completely out of the action for the moment, Carol moved closer to the bed so that she could see the coming events. She was not even aware that she was standing in a slightly ungraceful position with her legs slightly apart and one forefinger already in her wet vagina…
On the bed Jack had forsaken his usual foreplay for direct action. He put the willing girl on her back and moved beside her as he ran one hand in between her soft thighs.
"Okay, Kit, spread your legs. I'm gonna leave out all the extras this time; I'm gonna fuck hell outa that pretty little cunt. How does that sound to you?"
Kit's hand stole down to his loins in a quickly successful search for his penis as she answered. "Oh, Jack, I'm ready. My cunt's ready for your prick. Fuck me, darling, I can't wait. Please… Hurry, fuck me. I want your prick up me…"
Again surprised by Kit's lewd language, Jack abandoned his digital stimulation of her crotch. Her vagina was soft and ready, and his penis was hard and ready…
He gave a little grunt of passion as he rolled between Kit's spread thighs. She bent her knees as she brought them up above his back while he adjusted himself in her warm and wet crotch. His unguided penis rubbed fitfully in the soft curls of her pubic down…
But he could not resist one refinement. He started to tell the aroused girl beneath him to take his organ and make the insertion, then he decided to delay long enough to let Carol guide his penis into her daughter's vagina.
He turned bleary eyes to the side of the bed. After a moment he made them focus on Carol as she stood there with a finger in her vagina. Jack grinned fleetingly; he was too aroused himself to make the obvious jokes about Carol's activity. "Carol, baby – come on over here and help me. Want you to put my prick in her cunt. Come on – it's not every mother that gets to help her daughter fuck…"
Carol did not respond immediately as she looked at Jack and tried to interpret his motives. She probably had little choice, short of fouling up the whole situation, but her response would at least be somewhat different if he was being deliberately degrading in his actions…
But she decided quickly that he was merely adding interesting refinements to his procedure. And Carol had no objection to this; on the contrary, she welcomed the opportunity for a close view of the entry of his penis into Kit's young body…
She smiled as she moved to the bed and stooped over to run a hand in between their bodies. She grasped his penis and was surprised to find that it was even larger that it had been before. "Jack – you must be ready. Your prick's harder than ever…"
But he was impatient. "Damn, baby, don't play with it – stick it in her cunt. You'll jack me off if you keep fooling with my prick."
Carol giggled as she tried to follow his instruction. She brought the almost purple head of the throbbing shaft to Kit's blonde pubic curls and rubbed it on the soft, wet lips of her femininity. But the actual entry was easier said man done, and Carol found it necessary to work her other hand into the cramped space between their bodies so that she could open her daughter's vaginal lips with her fingers. Carol pulled on his penis.
"Alright, Jack, put it in. I can't do it all for you – you have to do some of your fucking yourself…"
The man did not hear her as his organ slipped into Kit's young body and he slipped into incipient ecstasy. Carol withdrew her hands quickly as he plunged to full depth in Kit's excited channel.
"Oh! Oh, Jack… you're so deep. Your prick fills my cunt so… oh, just leave it deep in me for a second. It feels so good…" Kit's eyes were closed as her lovely blonde head threshed from side to side while the man supported his torso above her on stiff arms. His eyes were almost shut as he savored the feeling that Kit's tight little vagina produced as it nipped at his hard organ. But he saw the enticing sight that her full breasts made as they shook and rolled beneath him and his eyes popped full open again. Kit's knees and calves twitched at his sides and finally locked across his back…
Carol was now lying on her side on the edge of the bed as she watched the man prepare to begin his strokes of passion into her daughter's willing body. And there was no doubt of Kit's willingness; she moaned in pleasure as her arms went around Jack's neck and drew him down to her heaving breasts. "Jack – darling, go on, fuck me. Move your prick in my cunt. Oh, it's so wonderful. Fuck me, darling – I'm going to come."
And that was Jack's problem, the reason that he had not already begun his motion. He knew that his orgasm was near and that any serious stroking would trigger it. He was reluctant to give up the pleasure of impalement in Kit's young body so quickly, and so he lay on her with his penis at full depth in her vagina while he made only the most subtle rotary motions as he stove to walk the narrow path between further stimulation and climax.
But Kit was not to be denied. She began to rock her young hips beneath him as she urged him to begin the motions of love. "Jack, please – fuck me. Stroke my cunt with your prick, darling. Please – I need it. You've got to fuck me – hurry, darling."
And he could not resist her pleas or his own desires. With a little curse of desperation, Jack pulled his throbbing organ almost out of Kit's little body and immediately plunged it back to the full depth of her vagina in a thrust that was almost vicious.
Kit squealed in delight as her legs threshed uncontrollably. "Oh, God – Jack, fuck me, fuck me! That's wonderful…"
So close to the copulating pair that she could feel the heat of their engagement, Carol's own arousal reached the verge of culmination as she watched her daughter take the man's penis. Carol's fingers were back at her own loins as one invaded her vulva while a thumb rubbed her sensitive clitoris.
Jack plunged blindly in and out of Kit with a lack of finesse that was unusual for him. He had given up on all the refinements for this session; they would have to come later under more controlled conditions. For the present he could only give way to his basic needs and rut into this young girl's sweet vagina like an inexperienced schoolboy… And he would not have even this crude but wonderful pleasure for long…
Jack felt the beginning surges of his orgasm. "Kit, I'm coming! I'm there! Oh, you sweet damn fuck… take it – take my come! I'm shootin'! Take my come up your pussy…"
His words and the slashing organ in her tender body pushed Kit over the brink. She closed her eyes and moaned unintelligibly as saliva trickled out of her gasping mouth. "Go on, darling, I'm with you. I'm coming! I'm coming! I feel your come shoot in me. Oh, fill my cunt full. Fuck me, darling, always fuck me, fuck me…"
And the third person in the room also reached orgasm as the sensual words of the two people in front of her combined with the efforts of her own fingers in her vagina to bring Carol a culmination that was only slightly less intense than that found by Kit and Jack. Carol's eyes stayed on the pumping penis in her daughter's body as her own orgasm peaked and then began to subside. She saw a little white gush of semen escape Kit's vulva and run down the crease between her threshing buttocks. Carol finally closed her eyes and sighed as she tried to stem her own vaginal sensations by bringing her working fingers to a halt in the liquid channel. But she could not close her ears to Kit's passionate mewing, and Carol began to realize for the first time what a sensual female her daughter was as she listened to Kit's mumbled words.
"… so good. Jack, I never realized… This time I felt it when you came. I felt your come squirt out of your prick and into my cunt. Maybe I felt it go in my womb – do you think that's possible? I just know when I came it was perfect. Oh, fucking is wonderful. Jack, darling, I want you to fuck me all the time."
The satisfied and exhausted man was a little surprised by Kit's words as she squirmed gently beneath him. His shrunken penis was still in her vagina, and he could feel the pool of semen which now filled her femininity. "Kit… baby, you sound like you're seeing the light. You're right – fucking is good, but it's not the whole story. I'll show you other things that'll really blast you off. You'll see what I mean when I suck your cunt, and you suck my prick…"
His words made Kit's euphoria evaporate. She had been enthralled by the exquisite sensations of her orgasm, but she was by no means ready to abandon herself to these other lewd acts that he seemed to be so interested in. If he insisted on those he would have to do them with her mother, as the plan had specified…
Her mother… For the first time since the insertion of his penis Kit thought about Carol. She turned questioning eyes to the side and was both startled and embarrassed to see her mother lying on the edge of the bed facing them… Damn, she had seen the whole thing – she had seen Jack's prick moving in and out of her cunt, and she had heard the things that they said… What a thing for a girl's mother to see…
Jack raised himself slightly off of Kit's reddened breasts as he looked down into her moisture streaked face. "Kit… honey, you hear what I said? We can start some real loving now that you're seeing things right. I knew you'd come around, baby – I just wasn't sure how soon."
Kit turned away from her mother and looked up into Jack's face. She realized that he had misunderstood her, that perhaps for a moment she had misunderstood herself. She did enjoy his love making, but those other things were still out of the question. "Oh, Jack – I didn't mean… I did enjoy you fucking me, I admit it. But those other things… darling, you agreed that I wouldn't have to do them – that Mother would take care of that. Please, darling, you agreed…"
Jack sighed as he pulled his shrunken organ from Kit's body and rolled off of her to slump down between the two women. Damn, for a minute he had thought… "Okay, Kit, I'll stick to the agreement; it's just that for a minute I thought you'd come out of your damn shell. Beats me how you can enjoy fucking so much and still be so damn backward about the rest. Well, like I said, you'll come around… umf!"
The man's little exclamation was caused by his surprise at the feeling of a feminine hand again on his penis. Carol's orgasm had been a relatively light one, and her sensitive libido was ready for further action. She had intended to pause so that all of them could wash and recuperate, but she suddenly found her hand going instinctively to his male organ. Its condition was not discouraging; it was not completely soft, and it began to twitch and throb in response to her hand's skillful stroking. The shaft was wet and sticky with the combined results of their orgasms, but Carol had never been repulsed by male sperm…
She squirmed closer to him and brought one lush breast against his arm as her experienced hand began to work in earnest on his deflated penis. Carol moved her face against his ear and began to nibble on the lobe as she ran her tongue in the little opening. "Jack – baby, I need a little attention from this sweet prick of yours. He seems all worn out at the moment, but I'll put him back in shape. Honey, if you want some more loving, I'll give it to you. Anything you want. But remember, I want to come, too. What do you want, honey? Want Carol to suck your prick again?"
Jack lay staring at the ceiling as he savored her expert touch on his hardening penis and considered her offer. Well, since Kit refused… He rolled partially toward Carol, careful not to interfere with her busy hand at his loins. "Okay, sweet, you deserve some fun, too. But I don't want a blow job right now – I'll probably take a long time to come this quick after screwing Kit. Tell you what – I think I'd like to bugger you. Can you come from being fucked in the ass?"
Carol drew in a sharp breath; she had not quite expected this. But it was part of the agreement, and she had no real objection. The act was one that she had not performed in a long time and it would probably hurt a little until she got used to it again, but she should have no trouble reaching orgasm.
"Yes, Jack, I… I usually can. You'll have to be easy with me; I haven't done it in some time."
The man laughed as he felt his penis harden in her fingers. "You know me, baby – old 'easy Jack'. I'll go slow as you want. Probably couldn't come quick if I wanted to. Feel my prick? The idea of fucking your asshole'd gettin' it stiff again."
Carol giggled. "I've noticed. I don't see how you can get hard this quick. Jack, I believe you need two women to take care of this prick you've got. I've never seen one just like it."
The man laughed. "Glad you appreciate real talent. If we can just get this silly daughter of yours to see things the way you do…"
"She will. But right now just concentrate on me. I need it. See what you've done?" Carol's question referred to the condition of her vagina; her free hand had grasped one of his and led it to the center of her sex. He needed no further urging; his experienced fingers slipped into the wet channel and then found the little knob of her clitoris.
Carol's beautiful hips jerked in an involuntary spasm as she reacted to his touch. It felt good – very good. Her own hand tightened on his penis and began a stroking action as it reached almost full hardness. While her complimentary comment about his sexual abilities had been mostly for his benefit, the fact remained that he did seem to have a little extra something going for him…
Both participants were ready for more direct action. Carol's mouth was still close to his ear as she lay beside him. "Honey, I think you're ready, and I know I am. But I think we need something on your prick if you're going to bugger me. It's still slick with your come but that won't last when you put it in my asshole. Have you got some Vaseline?"
Jack immediately saw the wisdom in Carol's remark and a pleasant little extra feature occurred to him. He twisted slightly to look at the young girl who lay, temporarily forgotten, at his other side. "Kit, your mother's right, we should use a lubricant. Get that jar out of the drawer in the table on your side of the bed. How would you like to do the honors?"
Kit did not catch the full implication of his question as she turned and raised up on one elbow to open the table drawer. She rolled back toward the man and held the jar out to him. "Here, Jack."
But he did not take it. He grinned as his hand continued to stroke Carol's vagina while her hand pumped slowly on his now erect penis. "Kit, baby – I asked how you'd like to do it – put it on for us? You can rub it on my prick and in your mother's asshole. Bet you've never done that before."
Kit experienced a strange feeling as she understood his lewd request. She felt an initial stab of the expected reaction – shame and embarrassment that he should ask such a vulgar thing. But this response was rather quickly replaced by another one that was more compatible with his plan. What would it be like to do such a thing? She had already secretly begun to enjoy handling his penis, and though the thought of handling her beautiful mother's rectum was not appealing, there was an element of curiosity involved that offset most of her reluctance. And, besides, she had no real choice, short of causing a major argument over a fairly small point…
"Jack, I… oh, you're terrible. You shouldn't ask me to do such a thing. With my own mother… for that matter, you shouldn't want to do such a thing yourself. It's just not proper…"
The man chuckled. "Well, I can agree with a little of that. It's probably not proper. Of course there are people who seem to think that no sex is proper. Fortunately they're losing control of public standards. But, hell – at the moment I'm not worried about public morality. What I want is to fuck Carol's butt, and I want you to help me. Come on, honey, we're ready. Put some of that on my prick, then I'll have your mother get up on her hands and knees so you can get some up her asshole."
Kit flushed at his words, but she made no protest. She removed the jar's lid, then hooked a dainty finger into the gray substance and pulled out a glob which she quickly put on the head of his penis. For a moment she felt her mother's hand on the thick organ as Carol continued to stroke the base of it while Kit smeared the head with the thick lubricant. But Carol moved her hand away as Kit began to work down the shaft…
"Okay, that's good. Now for Carol." Jack turned back to look at the impatient blonde who lay at his side. "What do you think? I believe you might as well just get in position for the fuck. I'm gonna screw your butt dog fashion, so get on your hands and knees and spread your cheeks. Kit can work the Vaseline up your asshole. Okay?"
Carol's aroused body was more than ready. Even the particular act he proposed, never among her favorite sexual variations, now seemed highly attractive. "Yes, Jack – it's okay with me. Just hurry – you've got me all worked up and I want your prick up me."
The beautiful, mature woman moved gracefully to a position near the center of the large bed as Jack and Kit moved slightly to give her the room she needed. She knelt on spread knees, then, with a smile at both of them, leaned forward so that her heavy, swinging breasts brushed the bed as she rested on her elbows and forearms. She wiggled slightly to find the most comfortable position, then turned bright, excited eyes toward her pretty young daughter.
"Alright, darling. Put the Vaseline in my asshole. Hurry, baby, Mother needs to be fucked."
Aroused rather than repulsed by the vulgarity of her mother's words, Kit moved toward her exposed bottom and looked at the lush buttocks. She had seen those buttocks before, under casual, non-sexual circumstances, but this time they seemed to have an entirely new significance, as did all of her mother's lush body. Carol somehow now seemed to personify sex… lustful, pleasurable sex for sex's sake.
But another spectator grew impatient. Jack's voice disclosed his own renewed passion. "Go on Kit, hurry. Got to get my prick in her…"
And suddenly Kit herself was anxious to perform her sensual chore. She leaned over Carol's exposed bottom and separated the firm white buttocks with one hand, bringing into view the rosy, puckered little aperture that was her mother's anus. She stared in fascination at the dainty orifice; it was the first rectum that she had really ever seen…
"Kit, baby – move. Her asshole is pretty, alright, but I got a better use for it than just lookin' at it."
Jack's words prodded the young girl into motion. With almost no remaining reluctance she brought her petroleum jelly smeared fingers up to the crease between Carol's buttocks. She explored the crevice briefly, then brought her fingers to the little anus itself and began to gently force the greasy substance into the little opening.
Kit felt her mother's hips quiver as her finger invaded the entrance of the tight channel. The young girl was surprised by her own stimulation; this act, which would ordinarily seem perverted, now seemed perfectly natural. And interesting…
But Kit's venture into this new sexual area was to be brief. The sight of her attention to her mother's rectum was also a powerful stimulant to the man who was already impatient…
"Kit, move. Get away from her ass, I can't wait any longer to fuck it. No – wait. Want you to take my prick and stick it in. You can see how to do it better than we can. Hurry – take my prick…"
Kit's mind was in a daze compounded of sexual arousal and surprise at her part in the activity. But she moved instinctively to carry out his instructions; her hand went once more to his crotch to grasp his now familiar penis while the fingers of her other hand again spread her mother's buttocks to reveal the gray little anus. And then Kit brought male and female together; as Jack moved awkwardly on his knees to come closer to Carol's waiting bottom Kit successfully guided the head of his penis to the crinkled little opening that was her mother's rectum.
"There – there, Jack. It'll go in – push it in Mother's ass. Oh, damn…" Kit's distraught words were spoken mostly to herself as she realized that one of her hands had, seemingly on its own initiative, gone to her own loins and invaded the still soaked channel of her vagina. The fingers automatically sought out her clitoris.
Kit's eyes were closed as she swayed on her spread knees on the bed. She was only dimly aware of Jack's little shout as he penetrated Carol's bottom; the young girl was almost overcome by the evening's unprecedented combination of sex and alcohol. And when her rubbing, plunging fingers brought on her orgasm the combination proved to be too much. She blacked out as she pitched forward on the bed in an erotic swoon. In a reflex action her fingers continued to work in her little vagina as Jack and Carol began to hunch and buck in their own efforts to find release…