John Livingston sat in the comfortable lounge of the Come Right Inn facing his old friend Jack LeBow who was the owner of the place. They were both plastered out of their skulls.
"Say, John, old friend… old boy… How are you planning to get back to your place tonight… I mean you can't drive in that condition. I know how drunk I am… and you've been keeping up with me glass for…"
Jack waved his glass amiably in front of him… smiling broadly at his friend.
"Never mind…" John interrupted. "I've got the girls with me… remember? They'll get me home somehow… don't worry! What would we do without the girls, eh Jack?"
Jack looked over at his wife who was supervising the bartender and several waiters, enabling him to get pleasantly stewed with John. "Yep!" he said cheerfully… "You're right, alright!"
"Let's just have one more…" John suggested, "and then I'll go out and round them up… Got to get back to Carrie in time for dinner anyway!"
"Joe… Bring us two more double bourbons and soda!" Jack called to a passing waiter.
"Yes, SIR!" the waiter replied snappily, dashing toward the bar.
"That's what's nice about owning your own place, right John…? You at least get to order people around… even if your old lady orders you around in private!"
John thought of Carrie and realized he'd hardly been paying any attention to his wife at all since the family had come up to "Livingston's!" He'd been spending so much time with Tricia… and yet it still didn't seem like enough. He really wished she'd come back home to live as soon as possible! He mentally visualized her sweet smiling face, her charming manner. "What a girl!" he thought fondly.
How could he ever have let her marry that ridiculous Ike…? What she had seen in him at the beginning, he couldn't begin to guess! The man was obviously a loser… a real loser!
"But I thought you were so happy!" Susan sat up and stared at her blonde sister-in-law with surprise in her deep green eyes. Tricia had just confided in her that she envied Susan and Jamie's marriage, because she thought she and Ike might not be together much longer.
The two women were reclining by the side of Lake Winoska, where John had driven them after they'd shopped in the nearby town.
Their lunch had been sumptuous and the girls were experiencing the pleasant heavy feeling that comes after having consumed too much wine in the middle of the day.
The heat of the atmosphere and the steady droning of the country insects had created a peaceful, lazy atmosphere during which the girls had reclined sleepily in their bathing outfits beside the lake. They hadn't felt like swimming after such a heavy lunch, but they were catching the last rays of sun to increase what was left of their summer tans.
Susan and Tricia were more than just a little tipsy, but each one tried studiously to hide it from the other. Nevertheless, it wasn't long before they began to talk to each other as though they were lifelong friends, instead of relatives by marriage who really didn't know each other very well at all!
Susan stared at her husband's sister taking in the latter's cool posed little girl looks, and quickly reassessed the image she'd had prior to this revelation. Once more she noted how much the girl looked like Jamie. She was really the feminine version of her husband! And to think that she had been envying Tricia her marriage to Ike!
"He's just so rough, Susan!" Tricia was saying. "He doesn't care anything about my feelings. And in bed…" Tricia hesitated. She was lying on her back looking up into the trees, avoiding Susan's searching green eyes.
"Yes?" Susan asked after a few seconds. She was very curious to hear what Tricia had to say about Ike in bed. Her own love life was certainly sad enough… practically non-existent, really.
"I know what you mean about that rough business…" Susan prompted, thinking about the harsh anal penetration she had suffered a few nights before. Her behind was still sore!
"Well he always wants to make love!!! I mean I wouldn't mind if it were really love-making… but it's just crude sex that's all!" Tricia blurted the words out, suddenly feeling extremely sorry for herself. She was lying down because she felt dizzy when she sat up and even in her prone position she could feel the wine swirling about muddling her thoughts… making her drowsy but not really sleepy. Jamie is probably the ideal husband she thought. She had always looked up to her older brother… why hadn't she married someone like him!
Susan felt a surge of jealousy. God, if only she could complain that her husband always wanted to make love! How could anyone complain about that… she should be so unfortunate! She looked at Tricia's voluptuous bikini clad figure wondering if it had to do with looks. Was Tricia that much better looking than she, that her husband desired her constantly??
"Is that your only problem?" she asked Tricia pointedly, watching the soft regular rise and fall of Tricia's large breasts, barely hidden by the twin pieces of polka dotted material that covered them.
"Well…" Tricia said… "It's just that it's like being alone all the time. I have no friends… no companion… Being with Ike is like living alone with all of the drawbacks and none of the conveniences!!" For the first time she was saying what she'd really been thinking. True she had been talking with her father… but he usually did most of the talking himself… surmising that the marriage wasn't working out, and encouraging Tricia to doubt that it ever would.
"What I'd like," she said, "is someone like… well, like Daddy! Or even Jamie…" she added, looking up at Susan. She looked away quickly. Susan had been looking at her so strangely! It made her feel funny… as though she should cover herself up. But she thought that would be silly… so she remained in her position.
"Jamie??" Susan said, resentment showing in her voice. "Listen, let me tell you a few things… Jamie may be an ideal brother… but as a husband… well, he's a washout. That's what he is… a washout! You were complaining about Ike wanting to make love all the time… Well… Jamie hardly ever wants to! And when he does… who knows how it's going to turn out… or what weird thing he's going to want to do!! As for being alone… yes, I understand that very well… too well!!" Susan had moved closer to her startled sister-in-law. She sat directly beside the smaller woman, peering down at her still form, her face a mask of anguish.
After a few moments of silence during which Tricia took in the surprising statement Susan had just made, she looked up at the slightly older woman and spoke softly. "I guess we have a lot in common, really…"
"Yes…" said Susan, simply. "In a way. We're both women… and we're both getting shortchanged by our husbands!"
Tricia felt Susan's breath very close to her face. She seemed to be moving closer. She felt a curious kind of rapprochement to the auburn-haired woman who had married her older brother. "How terrible…" she thought. She felt confused, and a little guilty, as if she herself were to blame for Susan's unhappiness, merely by being Jamie's sister.
"You're right…" Tricia said. She suddenly wished she hadn't drunk so much. For some reason she wanted to have a very clear head right now. Perhaps she and Susan could figure something out together if only she could think clearly. But she couldn't think at all. She was acutely aware of her body and of the proximity of her sister-in-law. She felt overly warm even though she knew that the main heat of the day had passed. There was a stillness in the air that made it seem like something was going to happen.
"You have beautiful breasts," Susan said, "A beautiful body that must be why Ike is always after you!"
"Oh…" Tricia replied, not knowing quite what to say.
"Look!" Susan cried suddenly. "Look at my breasts… Do you find them unattractive?" Defiantly, Susan ripped off the top of her bathing suit displaying the round firm orbs of her naked breasts to Tricia's wondering eyes.
Tricia suddenly realized that Susan was at least as inebriated as she was. She found herself doing as she was told, looking at the creamy skinned breasts with their pointed nipples. "They're exquisite!" Tricia thought… and "They're so close I could reach right out and touch them!"
"Why… why they're lovely…" Tricia stammered. "Just lovely… I… something must be wrong with Jamie not to want to touch them… I mean…" Tricia didn't know just what she meant, but suddenly she knew that she wanted to touch them… they looked so unreal right there in front of her, staring her in the face… and Susan just sitting there with her beautiful long hair, her finely modeled features… her lash-fringed green eyes…! She began to undo her own top… she would show Susan, she felt, that she was certainly not more beautiful in that department!
The polka-dotted top fell away and so Tricia half sat up to remove it completely, the dizziness returned. Her breasts were caressed by the cooling air and she felt her nipples constricting.
"Ohhhh!" Susan cried at the sight of her new found confidante's golden tipped breasts. They were slightly bigger than her own, and whereas hers were definitely of a round melon shape, Tricia's were uptilted like big ripe pears. "They're pretty!" she declared, and then laughing, she reached out and tweaked Tricia's right nipple. She laughed again, tossing her head back with delight.
"God, what have we been being so serious about!" she giggled. Tricia returned her touch, and for a few moments they were like schoolgirls… each one exploring the full rounded firmness of the other's breasts.
Although neither one of them knew just how it happened, in a few minutes they were all over each other, tumbling over and over in the soft grass. Susan had slipped off the tiny bottom of her bikini and while pressing her lips with soft persistency upon Tricia's helped her to slip hers off too. An urgent hand explored the tingling crevice of Tricia's golden pussy and she, mimicking the touch, cupped Susan's auburn-haired mound in her hand. It felt divine!
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…"
Tricia was inundated by Susan's personal scent. She rolled over and followed a natural inclination, slid her head downwards along Susan's quivering belly until she reached the warm wet pussy stretched out before her.
"Oooooooooooohhhhhhh…" Susan sighed. "Oh, Tricia…"
Tricia began to nuzzle into the sweetness of the wonderful cunt that lay before her. She began with a tender lapping of her tongue. Susan closed her eyes and the now steadily licking sent chills racing along her spine. She wanted to protest but then she fell back with a sigh of resignation as the incredible feeling of her sister-in-law's soft wet lips pressing tightly against her naked pussy continued. The swirling sensation began to build in her wide spread loins and although she still felt a soreness in her behind she ignored it and spread her legs still wider.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she groaned in a long soulful sigh.
Tricia was mesmerized by the taste that seeped into her hungry mouth. It was familiar and yet at the same time totally foreign to her. It was easy to know what to do to please the slightly older woman… she just did what she thought she herself would like to have done. Taking Susan's pointed little clitoris between her teeth, she moaned and writhed slowly on the moist grass down between Susan's trembling legs.
She was aware of the fact that the very thought of what she was doing would have horrified her had anyone suggested it under other circumstances… yet now, she was completely immersed in her sinful behavior, as surely as her face was immersed in her brother's wife's flamingly aroused pussy!
Susan shifted her long legs nervously, feeling herself melting with pleasure. She knew she ought to push Tricia away… yet hadn't she herself begun their lewd embraces… hadn't this been what she'd wanted? No… she couldn't give up this new sensation… it had been so long since she'd felt anything approximating this bliss! Slowly, she put her hands down, pulling Tricia's head closer into her straining pussy! She could feel her husband's sister's beautiful blonde hair running through her fingers, and she felt Tricia licking still harder at the most sensitive places in her vagina in response to her touch.
"Oh, darling!" she cried, wriggling her hips upward… "Oh, darling!"
"So long, old pal!"
Both John and his friend Jack were staggering a little as they said good-bye to each other. But it didn't seem to matter. They were both feeling so good that nothing could spoil it.
"Christ, was there anything wrong with feeling good!!?" John thought as he wandered aimlessly in the direction he thought his daughter and daughter-in-law had taken. He couldn't exactly recall which way it was, but he figured he'd find them somewhere around the lake. There was no one around for miles and he enjoyed the feeling of privacy it gave him, and stopped to relieve himself against a big oak tree. Readjusting his pants, he continued his search for the two women. He was beginning to get a little worried, when he suddenly heard Susan's voice.
"Oh, God… Tricia… Oh! Oh your tongue!!!"
He didn't really pay any attention to the meaning of the words. He was just glad he'd finally found them and that they could start homeward. He parted the dense foliage surrounding them and came upon a scene which he knew instantly would change his entire life!
Before him were the nakedly squirming buttocks of a petite but voluptuously formed woman. He knew them to be his daughter's before he knew anything else. Hadn't he eyed their tender shapes enough times in various kinds of clothing? Hadn't he imagined to himself just how they would appear completely nude… and didn't the heavenly shapes before him live up to those imaginings, tender curve for tender curve… right down to the pale rosy hue of each softly jiggling cheek?
"Jesus Christ!" something inside his head screamed although he himself remained silent. The complete scene was apparent to him now. His own daughter was kneeling completely naked in front of him, spreading Jamie's wife's legs out still wider as she bent between them, her breasts dangling down to touch the insides of the curvaceous young woman's shapely thighs!
John's eyes bulged out in disbelief as Tricia's head burrowed down and was buried still deeper between Susan's wide-stretched thighs. He saw Susan let her head fall back again on the grass, and heard a stream of babbling sounds pour forth from her mouth.
"What the Hell's going on?" he thought, feeling his blood pressure rise. "How can this be happening!" But even while he was thinking these outraged thoughts, the heavenly apparition of his sweet daughter's nakedly trembling buttocks gave rise to another kind of response inside him. He found himself staring fixedly at them, and at the gemlike golden-haired pussy that was glistening visibly beneath as Tricia kneeled forward. His giant cock grew heavy and thick and rose precipitously in his pants.
"Shit!" he cursed, "Shit!!!!" Aside from the fact that he was watching his own eighteen-year-old daughter and his daughter-in-law, John realized that he was witnessing one of the most sensual performances he would ever hope to see!
Feeling numb all over except for the raging inside his swollen penis, he released his rampant instrument and let it jut obscenely out from his pants. It behaved like a pointer pointing in the inevitable direction of his daughter's teasingly exposed genitals. He moved forward without another thought. There was really nothing to think about at that instant. Flesh was calling to flesh and he had to answer. All the rules had already been broken… and nothing seemed real anyway… perhaps none of it was really happening!
Susan began to cum… it was the second time… and she felt she could go on and on forever. "Oh, God," she thought, "A woman's touch was… sheer magic!" In a few moments she would reciprocate… she would let Tricia feel the wonderful things she was experiencing now. The young girl's small, hungrily nibbling mouth rubbed insistently against her warmly seeping cunt. Her own sister-in-law! The tiny tongue flicked lewdly at her tortured flesh. Tricia's fingers had begun to slide over her nipples, pulling at them, making them harder and harder with each sensuous pull. Susan gasped out and cried as her orgasm struck… and then Tricia's tongue swirled violently inside the smooth wet walls of her climaxing cunt with an unprecedented force! Stars of joy exploded behind Susan's eyes and she felt as though she were being fed, inch by inch, through a gigantic wringer… all her life forces were combining and spiraling into a tumultuous climax.
She heard Tricia groaning too, and then, for some strange, unexplainable reason, felt her mouth suddenly grinding harder than ever at her now flooded and slippery pussy. But… something else was also going on!!! Susan opened her tightly clenched eyes slightly and was astounded to see her father-in-law's purple flushed face a few feet above her. His eyes were sightless, glazed with his incestuous lust… as he fucked forward again and again against his daughter, Tricia's, upturned little pussy… his thick cock already plunged to the hilt in the hot, velvety sheath of her blonde fuzzed cunt. Tricia was gasping and crying out, without releasing her oral hold on Susan's pussy, and her own inundated cunt gratefully received the obscene fucking she was getting!
When she'd first felt the strong hands locking her hips in place and the first thrust from behind into her nakedly exposed vagina, it had almost frightened her to death, but it had answered a silent prayer… for her whole body had been crying out for something… something just like this!! There was something familiar about it… something tender and wonderful, while at the same time masterful and strong!! This phantom cock slicing rhythmically up into her belly was the cock she had been waiting for all her life! Gratefully she accepted it… blindly and blatantly enjoying it… just as she was enjoying her lewd preoccupation with the warmly secreting hole between her sister-in-law's widespread thighs.
It was all so totally surrealistic that it didn't matter what she did… or who it was behind her. Everything seemed to fit in… everything was just as it should be! She was giving pleasure and receiving it!! What more could she ask at the moment!!! Her wounded psyche was at last being soothed by these two extraordinary events.
John knew that his daughter, Tricia's pussy would feel like this! He had always known it! His drunken lust increased second by second as he felt his golden girl responding to his wild fucking!
"Oh yes baby!" He cried out, completely beside himself. "Let daddy do it to you… let your daddy fuck you like you should be fucked!"
"Oh no… daddy… God, is that you???" Tricia's muffled words were mostly lost in the deep recesses of her sister-in-law's wildly steaming pussy, but Susan heard them and in an agony of shuddering desire herself, she replied, "Yes… yes, Tricia… it's me, baby! It's daddy!!!"
Nancy sat crouched outside the screened-in porch of the big house. No one could see her and she was glad of it! Everyone was acting so crazy that she figured she'd better stay out of it. The cool night air made her a little chilly, but she was determined to stay and hear everything that went on.
Carrie was pacing back and forth, drinking champagne… and had been for some time… ever since her son had run out of the house screaming all those dirty names at her! And then Uncle Ike had had to leave right after, when Grandma started screaming dirty names at him!!!
Nancy had been listening to her grandmother talking out loud to herself as she waved her champagne bottle from side to side, stopping from time to time only to take another slug out of the bottle.
Nancy felt sorry she had caused Grandma so much pain, but it had been worth it to see her father in such a state. Who would have dreamed, though that Daddy would do it to his own mother???
Nancy was glad when the car finally drove up. Maybe now that Grandpa was back with her mother and Aunt Tricia… things would re-establish a semblance of normality. She hoped so… because she had decided that she too wanted to experience the same mysterious delights that everybody else in the family indulged in! And after thinking about it for some time, and crossing off first her father and then Uncle Ike… she realized that her grandfather was the man she most admired in the whole world. If anyone was going to initiate her to the new delights her barely pubescent body craved… it had to be Grandpa!
As she watched her grandfather walk up toward the house, followed at some distance by her own auburn-haired mother and his daughter, Tricia, she could already feel her tiny pussy getting wet, all over again.
"I wonder what Grandpa's thing looks like?" she thought wondrously. "And I wonder if it will fit?"