Carol looked up from the oven as Kit entered the kitchen. "Good morning, honey." She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Just barely, though. Another twenty minutes and it'll be afternoon."
The pretty girl did not seem to be in a cheerful mood. "Oh, Mom, don't make cracks. I know I should have been up earlier, but I just lay there, thinking about – everything. I didn't mean to make you fix breakfast – at least not for Jack. What kind of a mood was he in?"
Carol closed the oven door and looked at her daughter. They had hardly seen each other in the two days since Jack and Kit returned from their honeymoon, and Carol was startled by the girl's drawn appearance. "Honey, you look like you're completely beat. Of course I guess that's the way you should be after a honeymoon…"
Kit cut her mother off. "Mom, please – our honeymoon was… oh well, hell. What is there to eat? I'm not really hungry, but I guess I need something…"
Carol was suddenly concerned about her daughter. She had been concerned about her own position in this crazy scheme that she had created for several days, but for the first time she sensed that Kit had also had problems.
"Honey, sit down at the table and I'll pamper you, just this once. I'll fix anything you want. Eggs… we've got some excellent sausage…"
The young girl shuddered. "Gee, no, Mom. I couldn't take sausage if my life depended on it. Just some cold cereal and coffee. And some orange juice if there is any. That's all I could possibly eat. I'll fix it if you want me to."
Carol was studying her offspring intently. "No, I said I'd do it this time." She paused and looked directly at Kit as the girl sat with lowered eyes. "Baby, something's bothering you, and I'm sure it involves Jack. I think we need to talk. I hadn't meant to talk to you about things, at least not just now, but I can see you've got some problems too. So I think we'd better both unload. Did something happen on the honeymoon?"
A half hour later both women were staring into cold coffee cups. The conversation had been frank and enlightening for both mother and daughter. Carol understood, for the first time, the full dimensions of their problem…
She put down the cup she had been toying with. "Well, I don't know what to say. The irony of it all, of course, is that I dreamed up the whole damn situation. I thought it was a real clever plan to give all three of us what we wanted. The trouble was that I just didn't understand Jack at the time." She paused as she looked at the young girl. "Kit – Jack's sick. You realize that, don't you?"
Kit nodded slowly. "I… I'm beginning to. I tried not to admit it to myself for a long time. But when he hired that… whore to spend the first night of our honeymoon with us, it was pretty obvious. I didn't know then what he had made you do. Oh gosh, Mom, in a way he must be completely off his rocker. Of course we're partly to blame for ever starting it all – and I'm every bit as much responsible as you are – but at least we thought everything would just be between the three of us; in the family, so to speak. I never dreamed that he would make you let men fuck you or do what he did on the honeymoon. Talk about something seeming unreal – this whole thing is really unreal. Sometimes I just can't believe that it's all happening…"
Carol rose and went once more to the coffee maker on the stove. "Well, it is happening. The one thing I haven't had any trouble with is believing that it's real. God, that night in the motel was real… There's about another cup left. You want it?"
Kit shook her head. "No more. I think coffee's about to come out my ears now. Oh, Mom – what do we do? How do I handle this thing?"
Carol looked at her daughter thoughtfully. "I can't answer that. He's your husband – you'll have to make the decision. I can tell from the way you talk that you're not ready to leave him. Am I right?"
The pretty young wife turned eyes which were beginning to show moisture up to her equally pretty mother. "No, I guess I'm not. I've thought about it, and I nearly left him several times while we were on the trip. But… oh, gee, I don't know. I must still love him, although I don't see how I could. But Mom – you don't have to take any more of it. He has no right to make you do things like the other night. If you want to pull out of it I don't blame you. Maybe I will too, a little later. But for some reason I just can't do it yet…"
Carol stared unseeingly out the kitchen window as she took a sip of the barely warm coffee. "Well, if that's the way you feel, I'll stay with you. If I left he could use it as an excuse to break up with you. At least he could hold the threat over your head… no, I'll play it out to the end with you. I started it, after all… And it'll have to go one way or the other, it can't just go on like this. Maybe there's some chance Jack will make a change for the better…"
"An excellent dinner. Carol, darling, besides your talent with your cunt and your mouth you're an excellent cook. Are you making Kit help you? I want her to learn to cook as well as you do." Jack paused and grinned as he got up from the table. "Of course there are other even more important talents that I want you to help me develop in her. She's still laboring under the naive delusion that the only place a girl should take a man's prick is in her cunt. I have to admit that her cunt is becoming increasingly proficient, but as you know that's only part of the story. I tried to train her a little while we were away, but she didn't respond very well." Jack paused and grinned. "I suppose you know all about that by now. Well, Carol – what do you think? Will we ever get Kit to be a full fledged woman instead of the little girl she is now?"
Carol tried to keep her feelings out of her voice. "I don't know how things are going to work out, Jack. Actually, I think Kit is probably living up to her end of the bargain pretty well. She wasn't supposed to offer a lot of variety, you know, and you've said yourself that she's satisfactory as far as straight sex goes…"
The man laughed. "'Straight sex'… Carol, you break me up with your delicate phrasing. What you mean is plain fucking. Why don't you say what you mean? Do you feel that even the words are too much for your daughter's fragile constitution?"
In spite of herself Carol was slightly amused. His point was well taken; everything considered it was a little silly to be so concerned about nomenclature. On the other hand, his speech was sometimes more vulgar than necessary…
"… try to educate her, at least. Why don't you tell Kit the things we've done, over and above what she considers to be normal. And call things by their real names – don't go clinical on us. Think she'll learn anything?"
Carol's mind had wandered; she had lost the thread of his conversation. His last words had made it sound like he wanted her to give Kit a lesson in the vulgar language that he enjoyed… She hesitated. "Jack… I'm not sure I understand what you…"
Her son-in-law cut in with a weary voice. "Oh hell, Carol, you understand all right. I'm saying that we ought to increase Kit's vocabulary, and at the same time make her appreciate the fine points of sex. Hell, it'd be tragic for her to go clear through life without doing anything more than she is now. Explain some of the possibilities to her. After all, proper education is a parental responsibility, isn't it?"
Carol mentally shrugged; she saw that Jack was not to be put off. She was under no delusions about his real intent; she was well aware that his real purpose was to indulge himself in his pastime of listening to lewd language spoken by women. Well, hell – if that was what he wanted…
Carol turned to her daughter. "Maybe Jack's got a point, darling. The things he likes to do have a place, alright… I guess we've done most of them, and I think we've both enjoyed them…"
"Oh, hell." Jack's growing impatience was clear. "Spare us the generalities, Carol. Tell Kit, in detail, about some of the things we've done."
Carol choked off her real feelings as she made herself look at the younger girl. Kit had not finished eating, but she sat across the table with her mind obviously no longer on food as she looked at her husband and mother. She detested the thing that he was making Carol do, and perhaps the larger question was whether she did not now detest her husband, period…
"Well, I'm still waiting, sweet mother-in-law…"
Carol made herself talk. "Kit, maybe Jack's right; at least maybe you ought to try some of the things he has in mind. There are a lot of things involved in a complete sexual relationship besides straight intercourse… fucking, of course. I suppose Jack and I have tried the principal ones. You know that I've sucked his prick and let him come in my mouth. Most men go wild over this, and most of them want you to swallow their come when they shoot it. But I'll let you in on a little secret – if you suck him right, including when he climaxes, the average man won't care much whether you really swallow it or not. They all say they want you to swallow it, before you suck them, but usually there's a period during their recovery after orgasm when they don't really give a damn about anything. Of course there are exceptions. I've heard of one man who always makes the woman who sucks him spit the come out in her hand and then lick it up again and swallow it. There's probably no way to fool him. But most men aren't like that…"
"Hey, this isn't exactly what I had in mind." Jack's voice showed some aggravation, but there was also a trace of laughter in it as he realized what Carol was doing. "Told you to educate Kit, but not in the art of fooling her partner. Now, suppose you get back on the straight and narrow, and finish telling her about what we do. No, hell, wait…" Jack paused and seemed to think, then reach a decision. "Hell, never mind the explanations. There's one thing that Kit did agree to, through some quirk of fate. She did accept the idea of making love with you, and I think it's time that we had a little female session…"
Both women drew a sharp breath and looked at each other. What Jack said was true, and represented an anomaly in Kit's attitude that Carol had never understood.
And Kit, too, was unsure why she had agreed to this particular act, which was one that would be considered particularly perverted by most conventional standards. Maybe it was that she had just never believed that her husband would actually ask such a thing…
"Well, I don't hear any comment. I'd think that two pretty females like you would be anxious to get at each other's cunt. I sure as hell enjoy both of your cunts, so I'm sure you will too…"
Carol finally turned a serious face toward the man. "Jack, I'm not sure this is the time. I know Kit agreed to it, but I think some time later on when things…"
"Later on, hell. I'm ready for it right now, and there's no reason for her not to be, too." Jack looked directly at his downcast wife. "Kit, baby, it's time to drop this prima donna complex that you've got. I'm gonna keep my bargain; I'm not gonna make you do anything that I agreed not to. But that's exactly the point – you did agree to love making with your mother. So there shouldn't be any problems – right?"
Carol watched her daughter struggle with herself. She knew that Kit was making a quick review of the whole situation, and she also knew that it was really a waste of time – Kit was not ready yet to leave her husband, and this meant that she would have to comply with his wishes, perverted as they were… And then Carol's mental focus changed as she considered, for the first time, the idea of sex with her daughter. Thoroughly heterosexual, Carol had nevertheless enjoyed the half dozen encounters with her own sex that she had, for one reason or another, experienced over the years. And certainly Kit was more attractive as a female than any of the others had been. But Kit was her daughter, and it would be incest… Damn.
Somewhat similar thoughts were in Kit's mind. She had had no previous lesbian experience, but she had heard such things discussed in detail by some of her friends. Her feelings about such an act with her mother were mixed; she loved her beautiful and sensual mother more than any other female, and from that point of view Kit knew that she had rather make love to Carol than to any other woman. But Carol was her mother, and this added the extra dimension of perversion that her husband seemed to find so interesting. Well, hell… the central fact was that she had no choice, unless she was prepared for a major crisis and probably the end of her marriage…
"Well, you two seem to be lost in thought." Jack's voice had a touch of sarcasm. "I'd think that you'd both be tickled to death. I can't think of two more suckable cunts than you have." He turned to his wife. "Tell me, honey, in detail – how do you feel about sucking your mother's pussy? After all, it can't be an entirely new experience – you've been there before." The man grinned as he searched for Kit's reaction to his crude joke.
Kit could not make herself look at her husband. "Oh, Jack – do I… I mean, do we really have to do it? Why would you want us to – you know neither of us want to do such a thing. Please – can't we just forget it?"
Jack's laughter was not humorous. "Forget it? Hell no, we cunts forget it. It's part of the arrangement that I've been looking forward to ever since Carol proposed this little deal. I've just been waiting for the right time, and I've decided that this is the right time." He paused as he stared at his distraught wife. "Kit – look at me. Look at me, damn it. That's better. Now – are you going to carry out your end of the arrangement? Are you going to suck your mother's cunt, and let her suck yours? I want a straight yes or no. And you'd better consider all the consequences before you answer no…"
Kit knew instinctively that hesitation on her part would only increase her husband's perverted sense of power. She forced herself to turn moist eyes up to his intent face. "Alright, if you insist. I'll do it."
The man seemed both pleased and disappointed by her answer. "Oh, damn it – you'll do what? Kit, you're at least going to learn the language of sex. I've told you that before. Now – tell me in detail what you're going to do. Do you understand me? In detail…"
With a lack of hesitation that surprised all of them, herself perhaps most of all, Kit faced her husband squarely. "Alright, Jack. I'll suck Mom's cunt, if that's what you want to see. And suck her tits, and love her all over. If she wants to do the same thing to me, I'll let her." Kit shifted her gaze to the lovely woman who was her mother as she continued. "Mom, I don't really mind, or at least I mean that I'd rather do it with you than anyone as long as it has to be done. I don't know whether you can come from having me suck you or not, but if you can I want you to. I… I don't really know how to do it, but I'll do the best I can. You'll have to tell me if I do anything wrong…"
Carol found herself genuinely touched by the obvious affection that Kit showed. She suddenly found the total prospect less appalling than it had been. Kit was a lovely girl, and they did love each other… What would it be like to make love to your own child?
"Well, that's all very sweet. Sounds like you about half like the idea, Kit," Jack turned to Carol. "What about you, Mom? You like the idea of having Kit suck your cunt?"
Carol turned a level gaze on the man. "If you want the truth, it doesn't sound so bad right now. Neither one of us have ever thought of such a thing before, but since you're forcing it on us I'll admit that I'm glad it's with Kit. I love her, and she is sexy, and if there's any perversion involved you have to take the blame for that…"
For an instant Carol thought that she had said too much, but her son-in-law seemed to take her remarks in good humor.
"Your comments are duly noted and entered in the record. I guess you're about right at that, Carol. The only thing is that I don't recognize any such thing as perversion. That word has no meaning, as far as I'm concerned. But, what the hell – we've got too many words and not enough action. I think it's time to adjourn to the living room – or better yet, the bedroom. Since we're being frank, I'll have to admit that the prospect has got my prick hard already."
Jack pushed his chair back from the table and stood up. The eyes of both women went automatically to his crotch where a familiar bulge showed the truth of his statement.
He grinned as he held out his hands to the two women and led them toward the bedroom…
"… go on, Kit. There's plenty of room for your hand, too. Carol won't mind sharing it with you. After all, it is your husband's prick…"
Jack chuckled as he stretched luxuriously. The odd threesome, all nude, lay side by side on the oversize bed in the master bedroom. Jack was between the two females, and he had started the proceedings by having Carol caress his hard penis while Kit watched. He was now ready for his wife to join in the action. "Go on, sweets, you've played with my prick before. Your mother doesn't want to hog it all." He glanced toward Carol. "Tell you what, Mom – you concentrate on my balls while your bashful little daughter handles my prick. We have to give her something to do, don't we?"
Carol made no answer as she moved her hand off the hard shaft and down beneath it to find the wrinkled sac with which she was already familiar. In spite of herself she felt the old familiar stirrings in her loins… Jack was a bastard, but he did have a talent for creating erotic scenes. There was no way that she could remain unaroused through one – of his sessions… And that was probably a good thing, because they would be doubly hard to take if her body failed to respond.
Kit watched her mother fondle Jack's testicles, then brought her own hand to the column of his penis. She grasped it and began to squeeze it in an effort to test its firmness. The skin was soft, but the blood gorged muscle beneath the skin was hard and ready. As almost always, it seemed…
Jack lay for a minute with his eyes closed as he savored the touches of the two lovely females. The thought struck him that the plain initiated by his beautiful mother-in-law had much to recommend it.
Then he opened his eyes and looked at the women. He brought his hands up and found the firm flesh of Kit's breasts, then transferred his attention to Carol's heavy, hanging globes. "Well, I can't complain about your tits – either of you. I guess I'm especially lucky where you're concerned, Carol – not many men have a mother-in-law with boobies like yours… or a cunt like yours, for that matter. Of course I guess I've had your mouth and asshole more than your cunt, haven't I? I suppose I've saved most of my straight fucking for my straight little wife… Carol, baby – suck my balls a little. Take them in your mouth one at a time. Or both at once, if you can." He turned to the younger girl. "Watch your mother carefully, Kit. You've got to learn some way… you can keep jacking my prick while she sucks my nuts…"
Carol sighed silently. He always came up with a few extra touches that added to the degradation that seemed to be so important to him. Carol suddenly wondered whether Jack was capable of plain, routine, conventional sex… her experiences with him gave no indication that he was. Always there were those specialized requirements to stimulate him… of course, this was probably to be expected in view of her arrangement with him. The gist of it, after all, was that she was to provide such erotic extras. And apparently he did have normal sex with Kit, although there was that episode with the whore on their wedding night…
"Carol, dear mother-in-law… I wonder if I could ask for your attention?" Jack's impatient voice snapped Carol's mind back to the present. "I don't know what you're daydreaming about – possibly a bigger prick than mine – but since my prick and balls are the ones that concern you at the moment I wonder if you'd concentrate your talent on them. On my balls, for the time being…"
Carol made no reply as she squeezed his testicles in her soft hand. Her touch was gentle, and she restrained an impulse to give them a yank that would put him out of sexual commission for this night, and perhaps longer… But she resisted the urge; as pleasant as the prospect might be, it could only create more problems than it would solve. Her best bet, until Kit had a change of heart, was to humor him and perform her function without apparent hesitation.
Carol made herself smile. "Alright, Jack. I'd like to take your balls in my mouth. I wonder if they would taste as good individually as the come from them does? I've tasted quite a bit of your come, you know." She turned toward Kit and, sure that Jack could not see her face, winked. "Honey, you ought to learn to suck your husband's prick so that you could sample his come. It's delicious…"
Both women felt the man's body respond to Carol's lewd words. His already hard penis throbbed in Kit's little hand, and Carol thought that she detected an involuntary twitch in his testicles.
And Jack, too, was aware of a sudden increase in his arousal. "Carol… wait – don't suck my nuts. Afraid I'd shoot if Kit keeps playing with my prick. I want both of you to take your hands off me and get in position for a sixty-nine. I'm gonna jack off while I watch you suck each other. Come on – hurry up. We'll do other things later. Right now I want to see both of you eat pussy. Come on – move."
Carol stared at him with the thought that he was pushing Kit too fast. But, maybe not… if he demanded mutual oral love maybe it was just as well to break her in this way. Maybe it was foolish to worry about degrees of perversion…
"Let's see…" Jack paused as he looked at mother and daughter and then at the bed. "Carol, I think the best deal would be for you to stretch out on your back and let Kit get on top of you." He turned to his pretty young wife. "You understand the position, don't you? You straddle Carol facing her feet so that your cunt is over her face. Then when you bend-down on her she spreads her legs so that her pussy is right under your mouth. Got the picture?"
Kit's voice was cold. "I've got the picture. I know what a sixty-nine is; it's just that I've never understood why anybody wants to do it. Especially two women…"
Her husband smiled in an unhumorous way. "That's your problem all right. That's why I'm having your mother try to teach you what the score is. Now – let's have a little less talk and a little more action. If you suck Carol's cunt right your mouth will be too busy to talk. Come on – let's go. Carol darling, on your back…"
Carol found herself ready to proceed, and as Kit and Jack moved to kneeling positions on the edge of the huge bed she lay down in its center. She stretched momentarily to loosen the muscles that had become a little cramped in her previous position, then straightened out and looked over at the two naked people on the side of the bed as she spread her thighs and brought her knees up slightly with her feet resting flat on the bed. In an almost unconscious gesture she ran one hand down to her loins and brought her fingers into her silky and almost moist blonde curls. Her fingers went on to the lips of her vulva as she turned to look at Kit.
"Alright, honey… come on to me. But not over my face, like he said – that's too high. Put your knees about even with my tits – then when you bend down your cunt will be over my face. Come on, darling – I don't mind sucking your little cunt…"
Carol held out one hand to her nervous daughter as her other hand continued to pet her own femininity. She was no longer repulsed by what she was about to do – on the contrary, she was beginning to look forward to the relief that the beautiful girl could provide. Carol's aroused libido required relief of some sort… and, since they had to do it…
Kit, too, faced the prospect of lesbian lovemaking with her mother with much less reluctance than she had expected. She also took refuge in the fact that the act was being forced on them. And, since it was, she was glad that her partner was to be the lovely mother whom she loved so much… and who was about the sexiest female she had ever known.
In a partial daze, Kit moved somewhat ungracefully on her knees toward her waiting mother. Her eyes searched Carol's for reassurance, then went down to the lovely woman's crotch. Kit felt a strange combination of reluctance and exultation as she looked at her mother's vagina. She had seen it before, and even under sensual conditions since the beginning of this odd three way sexual pact, but never as an immediate prelude to actual incestuous, lesbian sex. And yet that thought seemed of small consequence; her gaze now was a more practical one, the speculative one of a sex partner.
Kit trembled as she felt Carol's hand rest lightly on her buttock as she kneeled, motionless, by her prone mother.
"Kit, baby… turn this way so I can see your cunny. I've never seen it… I mean, like this. Do you like my cunt? It sounds trite, but it is where you came from…" Carol listened to her own words almost as though she were another person as she tried to probe her own mind and feelings. She could tell herself that she talked like this to her daughter for Jack's benefit, as a part of the overall charade that had been forced on both of them. And that was at least partly true – but was it the whole truth? Was it also true that she actually was drawn to the lush and appealing body of her beautiful child?
Kit's mind was in a somewhat parallel turmoil, but she lacked her mother's capacity for introspection under such unusual circumstances. She knew only that the perverted circumstances of her present life had forced changes in outlook on her – things and acts that would have been repulsive to her a few weeks ago could now be examined for possible merit… The girl's anguished mind was actually unaware of most of the background thoughts running through it as, like the superb computer that the human brain is, it integrated the whole situation and presented her senses with an overall result that, in effect, urged her to explore this opportunity with the desirable female who lay before her…
"Hey, you two – you're pretty like that, just lookin' at each other, but you'll have a hell of a lot more effect on my prick when you suck each other's cunt. Hell, it's not like you were strangers…" Jack's impatient voice cut in on the confused but necessary mental process of both women. But it prodded those processes with a reminder that they actually had little choice in the matter…
And finally both mother and daughter accepted that fact with a sense of subconscious relief and permitted themselves to slip into a realm of pure erotic sensuality. Carol's caress on Kit's buttock became more insistent; after a moment she raised herself on one elbow so that she could caress Kit's nearest breast with her free hand.
"Kit… Kit, baby…" Carol's voice was low as she leaned forward enough to bring her face to the smooth outer surface of Kit's enticing breast. Carol's cheek rubbed the velvet flesh for a moment, then her eager mouth moved around to capture the little, hard nipple between her lips.
Kit's eyes closed as she felt her mother suck her breast. The feeling was at once gentle and intense; she felt the arousal that lips on her sensitive nipple always produced and the sensation was this time magnified by the circumstances, by the fact that it was her own mother's mouth on her breast. "Mom… oh gee. Mom, I… God!"
Still on the edge of the huge bed, Jack grasped his own penis as he watched the developing tableau with wide eyes. The scene before him was an even more powerful stimulant than he had expected it to be, and it occurred to him that he might not be able to contain his passion as long as he might want too. He had better have them get to the main course of this erotic meal.
"Kit… go on and get on her. Hurry up. I want you in the sixty-nine position. I want to see you suck cunts. Go on, Kit… move."
The words and their own needs made the women react. With a final pull on Kit's erect nipple Carol released her breast and smiled for a moment up into her eyes. "I want you, too, darling. Are you ready? I want to suck your little cunt. It's not for him, it's for us. Are you ready, baby?"
The young daughter and wife was ready. "Mom, yes – yes. I want it, too. I want you to suck my cunny, and I… want to suck yours. You'll have to show me – tell me. Mom, I want to do it…"
The two exquisite females moved without further urging from their male spectator. Carol lay back so that she was once more flat on the bed with her thighs spread and raised. Kit forced herself to abandon the visual pleasures of Carol's femininity momentarily while she moved into position over the prone woman. She faced Carol's feet and brought one lovely leg across the older woman's chest so that she straddled Carol's bosom. The position of Kit's legs brought her crotch into full view and spread her soft white buttocks enough to make the crevice between them and her dainty, puckered anus clearly visible to the aroused woman beneath her. Carol responded by bringing both hands up to toy with her daughter's fully exposed and vulnerable vagina. Her fingers traced little patterns in Kit's crotch as her eyes continued to savor the superbly feminine sight.
And Kit was also busy. Supporting herself somewhat awkwardly on one arm, she used the other hand to reciprocate her mother's intimate caress. Her fingers played in the soft blonde curls of Carol's pubic mound then caressed the warm, wet lips of her vagina. Kit was enthralled; she had entered the world from the moist and enticing channel beneath her. Suddenly it seemed only proper that she love that channel…
With a little moan Kit closed her eyes and dropped to her mother's body. Her face found the luxuriant blonde pubic hair and then the soft lips of Carol's sex. Instinct guided the aroused young girl; she needed no instruction from either Carol or Jack. Her nose burrowed between the succulent lips to spread them so that her pink tongue could find, and savor, her mother's vagina…
The sudden attack surprised Carol in its intensity and effectiveness. She twitched and rolled gently on the bed as her over-wrought senses reacted to Kit's inexperienced but expert lesbian lovemaking. And then Carol's instinct made her join the sweet erotic battle; her hands went to Kit's buttocks and pulled the girl's threshing loins down onto her face. Carol found her face covered by Kit's own blonde pubic curls and then her mouth found its delightful target. With somewhat less finesse than she might have used under more relaxed circumstances Carol began a licking, sucking tribute to her daughter's lovely body. Her face, hidden beneath the girl's twisting loins, was quickly wet with succulent juices of Kit's arousal…
And the third person in the room was no less affected by the sensual scene than the participants themselves. In an unaccustomed role of spectator, Jack could initially depend only on the sterile action of his own hand on his penis to supplement his visual stimulation. "Damn, you two must love to eat pussy…" His words, low and indistinct, went unheard by the two females as they continued their expressions of love and sex.
But the man was not long to be denied. Still on his knees he waddled clumsily toward the center of the bed. "Carol… baby, give me one hand. Take my prick and jack it while you suck Kit's pussy. Here… here, damn intake my prick."
Jack's hands forced one of Carol's away from Kit's crotch and brought it to his straining organ. Carol's white fingers closed around it and instinctively began to pull and rub it in a stroking motion. One of Jack's hands covered hers as he set the tempo of her strokes. Then it left his own pubic area and moved to Kit's upturned buttocks as they pitched and rolled above Carol's working mouth…
Carol had not moved her head to look at Jack; instinct and his hand had made clear his desires. And she had no real objection to this addition to her sexual act; it felt good to have a male connection as she continued to make lesbian love to her daughter.
Kit was so immersed in this new experience that she was unaware of Jack's approach and his limited participation. Her world was now centered in the wet flesh of her mother's vagina, and Jack's fingers on and between her buttocks were scarcely noticeable. But she did notice it when one of his fingers invaded her rectum, just above Carol's active tongue. Kit felt yet another explosion of passion; her orgasm was near and she knew that it would be a devastating one…
But, strangely, the least involved person reached culmination first. Jack dug his finger deeper into his wife's rectum as he closed his eyes and threw his head back. "God… I'm comin'! Jack me – Carol, jack my prick! Make it spurt… oh, damn – I'm comin'! Here it is – take my come! Damn…"
The man's orgasm was an intense one despite his minor part in the proceeding. His thick white sperm squirted from the organ in Carol's hand in an arc that carried it onto Kit's back and buttocks. But Jack did not see it; his eyes were shut as he trembled and shook from the effects of Carol's tight grasp. She pumped his penis, now in a literal sense, as the semen continued to shoot forth…
But the aroused woman was not even aware of his climax as all of her senses focused on her own orgasm and that of her daughter. Her last semi-rational thought before waves of pure passionate fulfillment washed out every other mental awareness was that Kit, too, was in the throes of climax. Carol sensed it from the condition of her daughter's vagina, and she was intimately aware of that condition as her tongue attached the girl's soaking vagina with renewed fury.
Neither woman was able to express her ecstasy verbally, but both sensed the other's reaction as they continued to love each other in the most deeply sensual way that females can…