It took him maybe seventy-five seconds, tops, to get from the backyard to the bedroom door. I heard his feet shuffling outside, heard and saw the twitching of the doorknob.
"Come on in," I said. "There's nobody here but us chickens." The door opened slowly.
I don't think Aunt Cheryl and Kim were paying any attention. Unless I'd missed my count, Kim had already experienced two crooning orgasms and was well into her third, and Aunt Cheryl was eating everything within reach of her lustful mouth. Uncle Bill pushed the door open and he stood there, watching in disbelief. His wife and the neighbor girl, and there was no question about what they were doing. Aunt Cheryl's bare, sweat-slicked ass was sticking up as she burrowed deeper and deeper into Kim's pussy, and there is, short of a very thorough medical inspection, only one thing you can possibly be doing when you're that close to a twat.
"Sweet Jesus," Uncle Bill said.
"Same thing I said when she was doing it to me," I giggled, spreading my legs and using my fingers to display for him the pink delights of my pussy. "Remember me? I'm the one who fucks you."
"Cheryl," he said in aloud voice.
Aunt Cheryl looked up, and her face went red. "Oh my God," Kim said, shrinking back. Uncle Bill's fist clenched. Uh-oh, I thought, maybe my scheme wasn't exactly the right one.
"What the fuck…" Uncle Bill tried to say, but before he could finish, I was on him, rubbing my naked body against his, sliding my arms around him.
"Listen," I said. "There are things going on around here that you don't know about. Yet. We can talk them over. We're all adults, more or less. But look at your wife. Do you see how much she digs what she's doing? She's trying to look guilty, but how can you feel guilty when you've been eating a twat like Kim's, I want to know Uncle Bill. I think he sent me here to straighten out things for everybody. I think that this hen party is in need of a rooster, like, fast! So why don't you just take off those confining clothes and let your body breathe, and if you don't have a hard on within sixty seconds, I'll kiss your ass – which I might do anyway?"
"Bill," Aunt Cheryl said, "there are some things we've never talked – about, things you don't know, things…"
"It isn't the time, to talk," I said, cutting in. "It's time to fuck." I unbuckled Uncle Bill's belt. His fists were still clenched, but he didn't make a move to stop me. His cock was already beginning to harden inside his pants. And whose fault was that? I wondered. Mine? Aunt Cheryl's? Kim's? He'd expressed some interest in punching Kim while he and I were in bed last night. Maybe it was the whole situation. I mean, it must have been a mind blower, walking into your own bedroom and finding three naked girls waiting there – and not only that, your own wife going down on the neighbor chick. By the time I'd worked his feet out of his fallen pants and shorts, his dick was sticking out a mile and a half, rigid as a fencepost and almost as thick.
"It's party time," I said, grabbing his pecker. It throbbed in my fist. I looked up at Uncle Bill, and I remembered a lot of things – how sad he'd made me last night, playing and singing. He'd made me feel good a little later, with his big cock driving up my asshole. Damn it, we were all civilized adults, and there was no reason in hell we couldn't be civilized about this whale thing. My fist slicked up and down his rigid prick and he started to breathe harder and harder. His eyes were on the bed, where Aunt Cheryl and Kim still lay, tense, separated, staring back at him.
"Fuck them," I told him. "Fuck both of them. Their pussies are wet and juicy and I don't think they'll say no; will you say no? See, they're not saying no. Climb on, Uncle Bill, but save something for me."
Aunt Cheryl backed away slowly as Uncle Bill eased onto the bed. "I-I don't know," she said. "Things are happening so fast, Bill. Things are getting out of control."
"I just want to fuck you," he said. "I wanted to fuck you the first time I met you, and I've wanted nothing but to fuck you ever since. I love you, Cheryl. Don't you know that by now?"
"But it's me," she said, hesitating. "I have this thing – I want to be with women – do you know what I'm talking about? I like to suck tits and eat pussies and…"
"…and you like to do the same things I like to do," Uncle Bill said gravely, touching her long dark hair. She leaned her head down and trapped his hand between her cheek and her shoulder. His other hand reached out and cupped her breast. I knew how that tit must feel, throbbing in his hand. Slowly, very slowly, she reached for his stiff cock.
"It feels good," she said. "It realty does. I thought maybe it never would again, Bill?" And she leaned back, opening her legs. "If you still want to try…"
"Goddamn it, I want to do more than try!" he said mounting her. There was a flurry of motion between their bodies and I saw her, heard her, thrilled at the sound of Aunt Cheryl groaning when he stabbed her pussy with his hard thick cock. Her legs lifted around him and she said, "Aaagggghhhh, Billlll…" and then her legs began to twine round his body and she moved under him, the bed shaking as they began to fuck.
Kim looked at me. "Looks like I'm the forgotten one," she said.
"Not as long as I'm around," I grinned back. She slid off the bed and came to me and sat down on the chair and she mounted me. Our pussies kept bumping together, and when we weren't mouth to mouth, I was sucking at her apple-shaped tits, my tongue rolling round and round her stiff nipples. She was hot and sweaty, tasting of salt and tang and arm, and I couldn't get enough of her. The only thing lacking was her stepbrother Roy Lee. Well, there was time for him, too. I'd be here till next spring, and what the hell else was there to do in Colorado winters except fuck your brains out? John Denver doesn't mention it in his songs, but it seems the most logical way to sit out the blizzards. I got my finger into Kim's asshole and she squealed like a stuck pig, bouncing up and down on my lap.
"Wait till you've had a ride on Uncle Bill's dick," I leered. "You may give up horses. Unless you do things with those horses that you haven't shared with me yet?"
"Don't you wish," she panted, rocking as I kept on finger fucking her slick, tight asshole.
From the bed Aunt Cheryl gave a whining cry of exultation and I looked in that direction and saw Uncle Bill pumping madly atop her. She couldn't fake it, not a scream like that one.
"Do meeeeeee!" she warbled, her legs writhing as they curled and twined around Uncle Bill.
I smiled in approval. She was coming, and I knew how fluidly, how sweetly, she came. Hadn't her juices poured into my mouth not more than an hour ago?
"Save some for us," I called to Uncle Bill, but I wasn't sure if he heard me. He pushed into Aunt Cheryl and she clutched at him, and the feeble final moans of her come seeped from her twitching lips. He gave her one or two more strokes, and her legs relaxed around him. They lay kissing and touching, his cock deep in her pussy, and I was so excited I could hardly sit still, even with Kim riding me and my finger up her ass.
"Kim," I heard a voice say, a male voice, and there was a tug at the melted body that rode mine. My eyes opened, and I saw Uncle Bill standing behind the Vietnamese girl with his cock still erect. His lance was coated in the film of Aunt Cheryl cunt juices, but it was firmly, fully erect. Kim looked around.
"It's your turn," he said. "I've heard a lot about you from Elizabeth, and I want to see how truthful she is."
Kim got off me, almost dancing as she looked down at Uncle Bill's rigid dong.
"Is that for me?" she asked ingenuously, and her had reached down to stroke it. He nodded. "Well, okay!" Kim said, dropping to her knees before him. She fed his pecker into her mouth. She began to suck him avidly, greedily, sliding her lips up and down his stiff piece of meat. It was not nearly as deep as I could take a cock, but she had a double purpose in mind. She was sucking the taste of Aunt Cheryl off his peter, refreshing her memory tilt the fragrance of my aunt's sweet, cummy twat.
I moved around them and went to the bed where Aunt Cheryl was lying. "Elizabeth," she said, touching my cheek with her hand. Her fingers felt hot, so eager. I kissed her and her hand slid down to cup my nearest tit. Her fingers pinched at a nipple already so stiff it hurt. I liked that kind of hurting. My hand roved down her belly, into the sweat and cum matted tangle of her pubic bush. She closed her eyes, moaning, when I tickled her labes. "I like that," she said. "I think I like everything."
"Stick with me," I told her. "I'll get your head where it belongs. Look at them. Look at Kim giving Uncle Bill head. Have you seen anyone suck a cock with so such enthusiasm? Of course not. You've never seen me in action yet. But you will. Oh, Aunt Cheryl," and my finger entered her pussy as she jerked back, moaning, "I want us all to be happy. Together. Is that too much to ask?"
"No," she whispered, "being happy is never too much to ask."
"I'm glad you see it my way," I said, and I leaned down, breathing warmly across her pussy. "And while I'm waiting, I might as well take advantage of this." I opened her and thrust my tongue inside. She tasted delicious, absolutely delicious. Uncle Bill had fucked her almost raw in his frenzy, and she squirmed every time I brushed her clit with the tip of my tongue.
I looked around. Kim was on the chair, on her knees, head and shoulders hanging over, the back, and Uncle Bill stood behind her, feeding his cock up her well of a pussy. She screamed in ecstasy each time he plumbed her, and I wanted to tell him, "put it in her asshole, the way you did me last night! If you want to hear some screaming, if you want to feel her come, fuck her tight little Vietnamese asshole!" But my mouth was full of Aunt Cheryl's clit and it would have been impolite to speak. Anyway, Uncle Bill seemed to be doing a pretty good job as it was.
I spread Aunt Cheryl a little more. "This is the best of all," she told me. "There's nothing better than this, Elizabeth. And you're getting better and better, each time you do it."
"It's not the best," I wanted to say. "Doing it all is the best. Tying yourself down, forcing yourself into a stereotype, that's where you get your head fucked up. Don't tell me you didn't come like a bandit when Uncle Bill fed you his peter. I heard you, saw you. All you need is some basic education, something to get your head turned the right way. And I can give it to you. Oh, can I ever!" As I gobbled her foaming twat I realized that for the first time I didn't really miss Daddy, not as much as I had at first time he kissed me good-bye at the Cleveland airport and took the shuttle to New York, leaving me to the mercy of relatives in Colorado.
I heard Kim's moaning cry of orgasm and I knew. First Uncle Bill had done for her what he'd done for Aunt Cheryl. But did he have anything left for me? My eyes turned toward the fuck-scene on the chair, and I saw him ease out of her deep-fucked pussy, and his cock was red but still as hard as a rock. Yes! I thought, when it came to satisfaction, I needed cock. We made a very complementary group. This will be better still, I thought, when we can get Kim's stepbrother into it. I wondered if Aunt Cheryl had ever been fucked up the ass. I wondered if she had ever taken a cock in her pussy and one in her rectum at the same time. I wondered if she would enjoy it when I set her up for that particular kind of fucking. Christ! I wanted to give it a try myself! And we would!
Tomorrow! I thought. Oh, Christ, tomorrow! Tomorrow was my birthday, and my aunt and uncle had promised me a party. Looking around at the scene in progress in the bedroom, there was no question about what kind of party it would be. The only difference would be that Roy Lee would join us. Oh, surely he would! One man, even Uncle Bill, couldn't hope to keep up with three hot women like me, Kim and Aunt Cheryl. God, I thought how could he keep it going right now? But he was. Kim's moans and climax still filled the air, blown toward the bed by the piney breeze from outside the house, and Uncle Bill was playing with her pussy as she fought through the finish of her climax. Me? I sat up and my tongue was hanging out of my mouth as Uncle Bill grabbed my head and shoved his peter in.
Did I suck him? Did I? Oh, Christ! My mouth slid up and down him, and he got the deep throat treatment which I had turned into an art almost without knowing it. I had his cock in my throat. I was kissing his nuts too. I knew that, having fucked Aunt Cheryl and Kim both, he couldn't last long, but that wasn't important. He was in my mouth and I was sucking the shit out of him, fast, eager, furiously, drunk on sex. Back on the big double bed, Kim and Aunt Cheryl were still kissing each other and sticking fingers in and out of each other's cunts, but they couldn't be enjoying it half as much as I was.
I released him for a moment, holding his throbbing cock in my fist, and I said, "Well, Uncle Bill, have I fixed things up or have I fixed things up?"
"Don't talk – suck," he told me. "We can talk anytime."
"My kind of man," I giggled, and I fed him back into my mouth.
I don't know how many swirls of my tongue, how many dips of my head it took before he gushed into me, but when his cum squirted, it was a gallon, at the fucking least. Hot, sticky, slimy, just the way I like it! The taste of him rolled over and over across the end of my tongue, but I didn't swallow his jizz. No! I had other plans! Do you remember?
He moaned and groaned as he ejaculated, and I closed off my throat, allowing the juicy jizz to accumulate in my mouth, and slowly, very slowly, his cock began to soften in me. I let it glide free, a little trickle of semen flowing from my lips with it, and then I turned around, to where Aunt Cheryl and Kim were still on the bed, kissing and finger fucking one another. My mouth was full of cream and my head was full of wickedness. "Mmmmmm," I gurgled at Uncle Bill, and I leaned down, insinuating myself into the place where Cheryl's mouth met Kim's. Their lips separated, making room for me, and it was three of us kissing. I just opened my mouth, let the stuff flow, into Aunt Cheryl's, into Kim, all three of us sharing the semen Uncle Bill had poured into my mouth in such a gushing, forceful stream. Our lips and chins were sticky with jizz and the taste of him was vivid and lively in all of us.
"See?" I told Aunt Cheryl, gurgling a little. "There are so many ways to spread the joy around."
She wrapped her arm around my neck and thrust her tongue into my mouth, seeking stray drops of the cum. We were all three in a huddle while Uncle Bill stood panting, watching by the bed, hi cock finally gone soft after servicing three hot shits into creamy climaxes – a good job for any man. But could he keep it up on a regular basis? We'd better stock up on oysters and vitamin E, I reminded myself as Aunt Cheryl's tongue played friskily inside my mouth. We could keep Uncle Bill in a manly status at all times. No problem there! Look at what he had to choose from!
He joined us on the bed, and we were a tangle of bodies. Nothing serious, just playing now, Uncle Bill was fucked out for the moment, and I was both astonished and I had to know that he'd managed to keep it up long enough to give me his sweetest, tastiest treasure.
Somewhere in the distance the phone began to ring.
Aunt Cheryl sat up. "My God," she said, "it's after 2:00! I should have been at the clinic! They're probably calling to find out if I've died or something!"
"Let me handle it," I said, sliding off the bed. "I'll tell them something plausible. More or less. You aren't going to work today, are you?" She shook her head. Her tongue was on Kim's nipple and her hand was on Uncle Bill's cock. She was getting it right, finally. A few more lessons and I'd have her cured, I thought smugly.
The phone kept ringing, and I hurried naked down the stairs to answer it. I jacked up the receiver. "Hello. Ashcraft residence," I said.
The voice in my ear was distant – but I recognized it at once. "Daddy!" I said excitedly, planting my naked ass on the chair beside the telephone stand. "Daddy! I can't believe its you!"
"Hello, baby," he said, faraway. Not the best connection, but what can you expect when you're getting a call from Saudi Arabia. It amazes me that they can actually run telephone lines under the ocean and connect people thousands of miles apart.
"Oh, it's so good to hear your voice," I said. "I just wish you were here, with me."
"Happy birthday," he said.
I giggled. "My birthday's tomorrow," I reminded him. "Have you forgotten?"
"It's two minutes after twelve here," he said. "How's it going, honey?" he added. "I hope you're not feeling the lonelies."
"I am," I said, "the lonelies for you, but I can handle it. Oh, Daddy, promise me one thing," I said "that when you come home in the spring you'll arrange it so you can stay a week or so here in Colorado with Uncle Bill and Aunt Cheryl? Promise?"
"I'd rather spend the time with you," he said softly into his end of the connection. "I miss you, baby, I really miss you."
"Same here." I said, "but I'm coping. Anyway, do you promise?"
"When was the last time I refused you anything?" he wondered. I mulled. When, indeed? "I promise. But then we'll hurry home and…" He didn't have to say anymore. I got the message. I was wondering how he would react to what was going on here, now, in his absence? Oh, shit! He'd love it!
"Make those months hurry by, Daddy," I said. "Listen – this call must be costing a fortune. Thank you for thinking of me, and all me again, as soon as you can."
"You sound like you're in a hurry to get back to something?" he said.
"Oh," I sighed, "we're just rehearsing for my birthday party," I said. "A party needs a lot of rehearsal, but you'll find out all about that when you come to Colorado. I love you, Daddy."
"And I love you too, Elizabeth… I wish I were loving you right now."
"I can make do till you get home," I said. "But hurry. Bye." And I smacked three big wet kisses into the telephone.
From upstairs I could hear someone sighing and moaning. I couldn't recognize the voice, but it had to be either Kim or Aunt Cheryl. Whichever, it left someone free for me to work on. I hung up the phone and hurried back upstairs. We'd have my party tomorrow, on my official birthday, but for now we had a lot of practice to get finished. The party would go on indefinitely, me and Kim and Roy Lee and Uncle Bill and Aunt Cheryl, and I hoped Daddy would enjoy the surprises I'd arranged for his return from the deserts of Arabia. If it went on forever, this sharing of love and lust among loving, lusting people, it wouldn't be nearly long enough to satisfy me. I stroked the telephone, remembering the soft sound of Daddy's voice in my ear, and then I went back upstairs, ready to take on whoever wasn't otherwise engaged at the moment.