Marge struggled hard, both to break her bonds and to get her dildo moving again. By then her fantasy sex world had become so real that she felt the dildo was hers, perhaps attached to a handsome prince, but nevertheless hers. She was furious at Jayne for so abruptly leaving her. She knew very well that Jayne would return with some even wilder way to enjoy lesbian sex, but Marge needed that sex now, right away, before she went out of her mind.
The very thought of lesbian sex had always disgusted her in the past. It disgusted her now, but it totally thrilled her. She was disgusted with herself, and even that was thrilling, in its way, for it gave her a glimpse of lust which she'd never before known existed in herself. She hated Jayne for having drawn aside the curtain of convention and letting her glimpse those lusts, and at the same time, she longed for Jayne's return. She started to shout for Jayne, but then clamped her mouth shut and lay completely still, panting, sweating, trying to somehow control the quivering of her raw, wet cuntflesh clasping the thick wedge of the plastic cock.
She thought about a peaceful, tranquil meadow, filled with buttercups and droning bees – and into the meadow came Trigger with his tongue lolling out and his bright red cock sticking out of his fur. She thought about all the problems she faced as a single woman, the bills and the work of the business, getting her kids through college, doing it all alone – and she thought about Howard's wonderfully big cock sliding in and out of her fiendishly itching cunt and filling it up with jism. She thought about dying, she wished herself dead – and she squeezed the dildo as hard as she could with her beautiful cunt and writhed her hot butt on the bed and licked her grinning, cunt-tasting lips.
What a fucking life she was going to have now, and it would be a fucking life. She and Jayne, waking up in this bed and sucking each other off, working together all day, then going out on the town and getting roundly fucked by anything – man or beast – with a cock between his legs. And then coming home to fuck themselves silly with the dildo, the wonderful dildo that stayed big and thick in her joyously squirming cunt.
She lifted her head and gazed down between her lovely big tits, past her wet pubic hair, and there between her legs she could see the other end of the beautiful thing in her cunt. If one of her hands was free, she would wear out that dildo before Jayne returned. If one foot was free, she could kick her dildo deeper and deeper inside her with her heel. She knew very well now why Jayne had left her alone like this. It was simply so she could, all by herself, reach the conclusion that life was worth living in every way, and that if there were any pleasures at all to be had, one should take them.
She thought about lying comfortably on her back for a gang bang, with the older guys in line making dirty comments as they waited their turn and the younger ones trying to crowd up ahead. She thought about strutting into a lesbian bar, doing a strip-tease, then sitting on a barstool and getting sucked off by so many butch dikes that she had to suck them all off in return. She thought about how close she was to making herself cum, without even laying a hand on herself, and she gloated within.
"Beautiful, isn't she?"
Marge opened, her eyes and moaned out a protest, for there beside the bed were Jayne and Jim and Barbara Jean. It was part of the fantasies. Marge prayed that was true… they couldn't be seeing her naked like this. They couldn't be standing there naked, Jim rubbing his hard cock, Barbara Jean rubbing her cunt, both of them gaping down at her on the bed while Jayne stood between them with her arms about their waists.
"Go away," Marge murmured, and closed her eyes, and kept them closed though the bed sagged under new weight on it.
"Boy oh boy, Mom," Jim's voice reverently said. "You sure do have great tits. Doesn't she, Sis?"
"Someday mine'll be that big," said the very familiar voice at Marge's other side. "So big and soft. Mmm-m-m. Oh, Jim. You've gotta try this."
Marge opened her eyes and watched as her kids sucked her tits. They'd done it before when they were nursing, she told herself, though that failed to fool her for a moment. Her kids were after sex, not milk. She couldn't stop them. Jayne wouldn't stop them, for that incredibly evil woman was kneeling on the bed between Marge's outspread legs, watching avidly, avidly rubbing her black-haired, sopping wet cunt.
Jayne blew her a kiss and winked at her. Marge glared back with all the hate in her soul. Jayne reached down and eased the long dildo almost out of Marge's cunt, and as she eased it back in, Marge shivered and moaned and waggled her hips to get the very most out of that slow insertion.
"Do it some more," Marge muttered, tingling all over with orgasms everywhere in her body, and when each of her kids looked up at her, still with their mouths full of tit, she grinned and said, "Yes. You, too."
Jayne got up from the bed. Marge wanted to call after her to come back and fuck her some more, but nothing at all could be allowed to interrupt the luxury of having her tits kissed by both her kids.
"Oh, that's just lovely. That's just as sweet and sexy as can be," said Marge, and began stroking and fondling their heads the moment Jayne cut her loose from the bonds on her wrists.
"How do you like the dildo, Mom?" said Barbara Jean, taking the plastic cock in hand, moving it in just the right way.
"You know very well how much I like it, you imp," said her mother. "Have you tried it yet?"
"Mm-hm!" said her loving daughter, mouth full of very stiff nipple again, moving the dildo to prove what she'd said was true.
"I guess it really is pretty good," said Jim. "But I know I got something even better."
"And I suppose you'd like to use it on me," said his mother, reaching down for his cock, finding it easily as he raised his hips to meet with her groping hand.
"Yeah, I sure would!" said Jim. "Where do you like it the best?"
That question gave Marge some pause. Her ankles were free now, thanks to Jayne. She sat up and gave the dildo a stroke or two, turned to her daughter and smiled, saying, "Join me?"
Marge made the insertion. Barbara Jean lay back in just the right position as her mother fitted the idle end of the dildo into her daughter's cunt. Barbara Jean's smile fairly glowed as Marge worked the lovely thing into her. She encouraged Marge on in her most pleasant task by fondling Marge's big, pendant tits until mother and daughter were pube to pube and tit to tit, with the dildo securely joining them.
"Have you ever used one before, Mother?" Barbara Jean eagerly asked.
"No, but I think I know how."
"Maybe I should get on top. Just to start it out. Do you want me to, Mother? I wouldn't mind at all. I like it on top!"
"You're forgetting about your brother, but I'm not," said Marge, and turned to her son, anxiously waiting, and drew him quickly around to her asshole by the simple expedient of reaching behind her and parting her lovely white buttocks.
Marge set the pace for the triple fucking, and the pace was very slow at the start. It was so slow, in fact, that none of them moved for a time. Marge was more than content to be sandwiched between her two children, quietly, tranquilly orgasming in a manner which both of them could share in completely.
When she stirred, they stirred, and settled into a sweet, steady tempo that could not have been better for this, their first real time together.
The kids wanted more right away. Marge kissed them and sent them on to their chores, professing a weariness soon to pass. Alone with her sister-in-law, Marge said, "How can I ever thank you for all you've done?"
"No thanks are needed. I've always been more than fond of you, Marge."
"But I insist on thanking you, no matter how long that may take."
Jayne shrugged her shoulders and wriggled her hips settling the dildo closer between them. "I've got some time," she said. "My rose farm is in good hands. Even though Howard doesn't know how to take care of his women, he does know his flowers. Who can tell? I may stay on here for another month. Wouldn't you like me to be on top, Margie, dear? You really must be a bit tired."
"I'm doing fine. I like it up here. The view down below is just grand. And I need the practice if I'm going to carry my share of the work and the fun to be had in the future here."