If you've never laid side by side sharing two feet of stiff dildo with another woman after a perfect all-girl fuck, I'm afraid words are not sufficient to describe the joy. The aftermath of our fucking was so dreamy that I just lost track of time. I suppose I could have laid there alongside Miranda forever, feeling her tits against mine as we simultaneously engorged each other's pussy.
If the shades had been drawn I might have never become aware of the passage of time, because I never would have noticed it was dark outside when I awakened from a deep sleep, tingling from endless erotic dreams. When I saw the moon beaming through the living-room window the first thought that hit me was Daylight Savings! For it to be this dark at this time of year, it must be after 9:00. Panic rose within me when I thought of George fuming at home. George was hard to get along with at best, but he was an absolute monster when he was left alone with the kids and didn't get his dinner.
Reluctantly I got up from the floor, sadly pulling my end of the dildo from my still-sopping pussy. Miranda was still in dreamland, slumbering through an obviously erotic dream, opening her mouth and pursing her lips like she was going after a stiff cock or a wet, open pussy. I didn't have the heart to remove her end of the dildo from her cunt, leaving it looming life-like from between her clenched thighs. The black phallic expanse emerged incongruously from her femininely-sloping thighs, creating a heart-stopping contrast to her womanly curves and full, firm breasts.
I found my rumpled clothes and put them on as best I could, nut bothering to check out my appearance in the mirror. I was afraid to confront the obvious, knowing in my heart that I must look like a gang-bang victim.
Racking my brain for a plausible story to keep George from killing me, I left Miranda's and walked across the street. I dreaded the explosion that was sure to greet me the minute I walked through the door. First George would yell about dinner. Then scream about being stuck with the kids, as though I didn't have to put up with them every day.
But I could take all of that. If only he was just pissed off about being hungry and having to baby-sit. However, honesty forced me to admit there was no way he could ignore the way I looked. There was no way he could overlook the blatant evidence of my sex-racked body. I dreaded every step I took forward.
I didn't bother to knock. The thought of cringingly waiting for George to open the door and yell at me made me sick. I'd just opened the door unannounced and walked in, maybe I could get my bearings inside the terrain of the house before I had to do battle with George.
The first thing that greeted me when I delicately opened the door was the deafening crack of gunfire. I reflexively fell to the floor, dodging whatever shots might be flying in my direction.
An ambush, I thought, that bastard George was waiting to dry-gulch me with a gun. He'd found out where I'd been. He'd kill me for sure if he saw what a disheveled fucked-and-sucked shambles I was.
On my belly, I squiggled for cover. My skirt had pushed all the way around my waist by the time I got behind the couch, my bare pussy steaming openly between my parted thighs. I looked down at it, marveling over the last few hours at Miranda's.
I blessed my cunt, thanking God for its existence between my legs. Then, suddenly it occurred to me that it was probably the first thing that madman, George, would aim at. I winced, imagining my cunt blown to kingdom come by a.45 slug, wondering what would happen if I lived, and what life would be like without a pussy.
I listened from behind the sofa for his voice, always as thunderous as a bull's roar when he was pissed off. But instead there was a new burst of gunfire.
And then a siren. The sound of confusion.
All kinds of wild things occurred to me in my panicked situation. Gory images of my blasted pussy, and violent thoughts of the police hauling me away, filled my head as I temporarily lost my mental ability to cope.
It was only after a couple of minutes that seemed like an eternity that I finally started to come to my senses. The shooting and commotion had stopped. Somebody was talking. Was it George? I strained for the voice.
"So the next time you get common diarrhea…"
It wasn't George. But the voice was familiar.
"You'll thank me," he concluded.
And then a different voice. Also not George's but also familiar. A deep bass, important sounding voice.
"And now back to part two of Police Saga."
Police Saga? All that shooting and noise had been from the TV set.
Who'd turned up the TV set to full blast? George would never stand for that. Maybe, just maybe, it occurred to me, he wasn't even here.
Summoning my courage, I poked my head over the top of the couch.
No George in sight.
"Bobby… Robyn," I called out, ecstatic that they would be the only ones I would have to face. "Bobby… Robyn," I called again, turning off the TV so they could hear me.
"Hey," Robyn's high-pitched voice came from the kitchen, "who turned off the Goddamn TV?"
"Robyn!" I gasped in shock, marching right into the kitchen to give her a piece of my mind, suddenly a mother again. "Who do you think you're talking to?"
"Oh, it's you, mom," she said calmly, casually pulling her arm out of the jelly jar. "I thought I was talkin' to Bobby."
"Talking to your brother is no excuse for bad language," I said sharply. "And where are your clothes?"
"Well, where are they?" I asked again.
When she still wouldn't answer, I lost my temper, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her. Something deep within me told me that she was reminding me of something, with which I didn't want to deal. I squelched the notion and shook her again, demanding a response.
Suddenly she melted in my harsh grasp and began wailing, gasping out a sodden torrent of words as she told me what had happened. "We were just trying to do our best, mom, me and Bobby. You weren't home to make us any dinner, and then daddy called and said for us to tell you he was with a client and wouldn't be home until late. We didn't wanna tell him you weren't here – we knew he'd get so mad."
My kids, I thought affectionately, they stood up for their mom.
"Why are you smiling, mom?" Robyn interrupted her story.
"Nothing dear," I said, relaxing my grip on her shoulders and turning it into a tender embrace. "Now why don't you finish your story."
"Well, after daddy called, Bobby and I were starving, and we decided since neither of you were here it'd be all right for us to make dinner."
"Why don't you have your clothes on, darlin'?" I said, giving her an extra squeeze so I could feel her breasts against my breasts.
"Promise not to get mad."
"Sure," I went along with her.
"Okay, you promised," she said, looking very serious. "Well, Bobby wanted to watch Cop Story, and I wanted to watch Police Saga because Kane Richmond is guest-starring in it this week and I love the way his pants always fit so tight… you can see practically everything."
"What do you know about that?" I blurted.
"Bobby said he'd give in and let me watch Police Saga on one condition," she continued. "That I had to take off my clothes and show him my… my, ummm… uh, mom is it all right if I call it my pussy in front of you? It's the word all the kids at school use."
"Sure."
"Bobby said if I showed him my pussy he'd let me watch Police Saga. So I agreed and took off all my clothes in front of the TV set while I was watching Kane Richmond in his tight pants. It was just like stripping in front of him…! I got so embarrassed."
"What about your brother?" I interjected, bracing myself for the rough part.
"Well, when I got my clothes off, he got down on his hands and knees and told me to spread my legs. Then he stuck his head under there. He looked at my pussy, and then, mom, you know what? He started licking me. Started running his tongue over my pussy. It was real wet and rough against the crack part. I've never felt so funny."
"Then what happened?" I gasped at Bobby's audacity.
Robyn got all excited as she told me the next part. "I told him that wasn't fair… licking my pussy like that with his rough old tongue. He was only supposed to look. I said I was gonna tell because he'd broken the rules. And then you know what he said?"
"What?" I winced in anticipation, the tingling in my body getting more intense with each second.
"He said if I told I'd never get to see what he had between his legs. Didn't I wanna see it?" he kept asking. I wanted to say no, but I'd never really seen one before. So I said yes. "I'm sorry, mom, but I just really wanted to see what a guy's prick looked like."
"Is that what they call them at your school?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, apparently not knowing there was anything nasty about the word in her innocence. "Pricks. And cocks. Pricks and cocks… aren't they the same?"
"Yes," I acknowledged. "Now go on."
"So he took off his clothes, and, oh mom…"
"Yes," I answered, the tingling making my body quiver.
"His prick was huge. All stiff and long. It had a red knob at the end. And it got all red and hot when I touched it." Her eyes grew round while she described her brother's cock.
"Yes, I know, dear," I mumbled in response, "I'm familiar with what you're talking about."
"You've seen Bobby's prick when it's stiff?" she asked incredulously.
"No, no," I stammered, flustered for some reason, my skin uncontrollably blushing. "I've seen other penises… er, pricks, when they were like that."
"Daddy's?" she asked.
"Well… yes… his, of course," I groped for the words, this naked girl reducing me to an embarrassed shambles.
"What about anybody else?" she asked boldly.
"I… I don't know what you could mean," I gasped in astonishment, wondering in alarm what might be coming.
"What about that door-to-door salesman?" she said smugly. "Bobby told me all about it. He said he saw the man leaving with a big smile on his face after staying in the house alone with you all afternoon. When Bobby came home he says he found you lying on the floor with your legs spread apart and your pussy a terrible mess. He says you gave him a buck to be quiet. Is that true?"
I nodded my head in shame.
"You know what Bobby did with that dollar? He bought a dirty magazine with it. He looks at it and jacks off in the bathroom. I've heard him in there. That's why I was so anxious to see his prick tonight for the first time." She was getting excited now, telling me all of this. "And you know what, mom, I told him I knew about it. I dared him to jack-off in front of me when he had his cock out."
"Did he?"
"Wow, did he! About ten times. Finally he got so tired from beating his meat, he went to bed. I was surprised when I thought you were him in the living room. I was sure he was out like a light."
"Then you mean that you and I are alone," I said, surprised at how I was clutching my daughter, drawing her closer to me.
"Yes," she smiled, her face suddenly looking for a fleeting instant like an experienced woman's. "Is there anything you'd like to do?" She pressed her soft cheek against mine and breathed in my ear.
"We… we've…" I stammered, totally flustered.
"Why are you shaking, mom? You can't be cold, I can feel you burning up."
"It's nothing, dear, nothing," I lied.
"Maybe it is kinda hot in here," she said, her mouth still next to my ear. "Why don't you take your blouse off? Maybe you'd feel better."
She seemed to have me under some kind of well. I just couldn't think fast enough when she asked me things. Once again I acquiesced and permitted her hands to fly to my blouse, undoing it within seconds. With my tits falling ripely, Robyn pulled the blouse over my shoulders, undressing me like she was the mother and I was the daughter. When I was nude from the waist up, she pressed her body next to mine, my naked breasts seeming huge against her tiny chest.
Now I feel like the roles had been completely and irrevocably reversed. At last I recognized the tingling that had been plaguing me since I'd encountered Robyn naked in the kitchen. It was the tingling of arousal sexual arousal. The kind of sensation that seizes you no matter how hard you try and tight it, and twists your pussy into a wet, sopping knot of dripping passion. That time had come for me now.
Without a word I lowered my face to my daughter's belly, spearing her navel with my darting tongue. "Down further," she cried, grabbing my head. She slipped backward on the floor until she was laying on her back and I was pulled between her straddling legs, on all fours with my face buried in her abdomen.
Her pink flesh blurred before my eyes until suddenly I was staring at my daughter's open pussy. Her crack was split open from the spreading of her thighs.
The instant I tasted her gooey snatch, I knew what I was doing was what [missing text].
There was pussy juice flowing from her crack. It was a precious nectar, an elixir of youth and purity that shook me from the tips of my toes to the roof of my skull. My teeth tingled as my tongue lapped my daughter's pussy, as sweet as sugar candy.
"Oooooh," she moaned, her voice dropping a couple of octaves. "I love it when you lick my pussy, mom. I love your tongue in my pussy. Stick it in harder… harder!"
I reacted like her slave. My tongue surged up her tight cunt. I orally engorged her, tongue fucking my own daughter as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Maybe it was the taste of her cunt that made me feel so free and loose. It was a hearty, natural taste, like the flavor of fresh wild honey.
While I pumpingly tongue-fucked her, the outer ridges of my mouth bathed her exterior pussy. Her snatch was slicked with a mixture of my saliva and her cunt juice.
Robyn's pussy was a marvel as it constricted tightly around my tongue. With every plunging suck I made, her immature pelvis rocked back at me, her hips churning, fueled by her aroused cunt.
Incredibly, I was on the floor now, rolling around in the nude with my own daughter. She had freed the skirt from around my waist and now I was kicking it off, my hairy adult cunt out in the open for my daughter to savor and play with.
Our pussies blazed in contrast. Mine was mature and womanly, thick red cunt lips bulging from a frame of curly pubic floss.
I climbed on top of her as though we were fucking, her legs instantly encircling my waist. Our cunts squashed together, my hairy, drooling twat pressing maddeningly against her mound and slit. Turgid and mature, my pussy engulfed the opening of Robyn's snatch, my cunt planting itself between her legs.
I ground my hips toward her crotch, and she pumped back. The movement made our cunts suck madly at each other. I could feel my pussy on the verge of exploding as spasms of coming coursed through my body. The meeting of our mother-and-daughter pussies was so hot I could feel it singe all the way to my toes, Robyn's thrusting cunt a sensuous force of white heat.
"Mom," she moaned, "let me suck your pussy. Let me feel your hair in my mouth."
Immediately I obliged, swinging around so that my dripping loins hovered over Robyn's face. I could hear her slurping as I lowered my cunt to her watering mouth, my pussy lips wetly parting as I squatted. And as I sat with my cunt on her face, I gazed lovingly at my daughter's perfect pussy, throbbing immaculately between her thighs.
When her nibbling lips brushed against my cunt mouth I went all the way, spreading my pussy lips wetly across her face. I heard a muffled moan of ecstasy as she shot her tongue against my clit. She batted it stiffly until there was no alternative but to cream in her mouth, filling it with syrupy love juice.
My cunt firmly in place, I lowered my head to Robyn's pussy, hungering for the taste of it once more. This time it met me like a hot coal, so searing in its intensity that it seemed to singe my lips.
My tongue immediately shot into her tight snatch about four inches, filling the fucking canal with hot, throbbing mother's meat. Astonishingly, she answered every one of my tongue-fucking thrusts with an oral assault on my clit. Our bodies were transformed into a writhing, shuddering, cunt-and-mouth connected family orgy.
We rolled on the floor, our legs intertwined so we could keep sucking. My cunt felt like it was going to burst. And in my mouth, Robyn's pussy felt even more desperate, literally pulsating between my lips.
Now I was on the bottom and she was on the top. Her head buried between my open thighs, Robyn's pussy arched wetly over my face, my lips sucking on it for dear life. Above me I could see the tight hole of her anus, poking like a rosebud between the parted cheeks of her beautiful pink ass. I slid my tongue out of her cunt, moving toward the inviting blush of her asshole.
As soon as I tasted the sweetness of her bum, it happened. Totally unexpected, it was incredible!
First, her hips buckled. Then, suddenly, her pussy lips flared open. A hot rush of fluid gushed out, bathing my face with its torrent. The hot, sweet taste of piss surged down my throat, a golden shower enveloping me.
"Do you like it when I piss in your face, mom?" Robyn murmured into my cunt.
"Yes, yes," I admitted, swallowing the last load of golden elixir as she stopped peeing.
"I can do it whenever I want to," she said. "Make your pussy do something in my mouth and I'll do it again for you."
I bore down, anxious to keep my part of the bargain. Through sheer will-power I accelerated my coming until every fiber of my being was given over to sex. Like a flood the cream poured from my cunt, filling my daughter's mouth with her mother's pussy come.
No sooner had my cunt flowed to the ultimate than Robyn unleashed her bladder again. A golden shower of hot piss poured into my gaping mouth, filling my senses with its sweetness. I sealed the opening of her pussy with my lips, determined to catch every drop of her elixir.
When she was finished pissing again, my tongue made its long awaited descent into her darling anus. It was a divine orifice, its flavor squeaky clean as I poked the tip of my tongue into the succulent opening.
I stabbed in a couple of inches before withdrawing. Then I lapped the furrow of her ass from her bunghole all the way to the top of her cunt. Sliding my tongue back across her snatch, once again I squeezed the sensitive tip into her tight anus.
Between my legs, she was using her fingers now to assist her mouth on my cunt. Her whole hand slid easily into my fuck canal, while her mouth devoted all of its attention to my throbbing clit. I could feel her drawing her fingers up inside my pussy, balling a fist just at the mouth of my womb.
Suddenly she started pumping her arm back and forth inside my cunt, bashing her fist furiously against my puckering cervix. She fist-fucked me violently, the combined dimensions of her forearm and fist feeling exactly like an enormous cock inside my spasming pussy.
My mouth and tongue answered every fuck-like thrust of Robyn's fist with a lathering of her crotch. My tongue was poking alternately into her tight ass and squeezing pussy now, giving her a double oral fucking. My mind spun from trying to decide which was sweetest, her sugary anus or her succulent pussy, each of them a drooling love-hole of sheer delight.
Robyn's fist thundered inside my pussy cavity, stretching the elastic wall of my cunt all the way into my intestines, twisting my body into a sensuous knot. My anatomy rattled from her fist-fucking, her penetration so deep that her elbow gazed my clit.
Then, abruptly, she withdrew her arm, suddenly leaving my pussy hollow, I felt like something that had been a part of me had been pulled from my body. A great premonition of release enveloped me.
"Are you ready to do it to me?" Robyn called, lacing her mouth against my cunt again.
Abruptly I realized what it was all about as my bladder fluttered. She had fist-fucked me to the point where my kidneys could no longer control themselves. My bladder was full to the bursting point, arousing the rest of my body like some newly discovered sex organ.
"Pee on me, mom," Robyn moaned between my legs. "Pee in my mouth like I did yours."
It was a pleasure. My bladder collapsed, sending a torrent of hot piss from my cunt. It flooded into my daughter's sucking mouth. Below me, I could hear her gulp it down. The sizzling streams that escaped the seal of her lips against my pussy trickled hotly down my inner thighs, puddling beneath my bare ass. It was fantastic.
Now I was going crazy, moving out from her crotch and licking her whole body. I writhed on top of her, my cunt still to her mouth, her lips sucking every last drop of hot yellow piss from my pussy cavity. Peeing in Robyn's mouth was giving me the greatest orgasm I'd ever experienced.
I was just getting ready to unleash a new ocean of urine when the phone rang. I wanted to just forget about it and let it ring, but Robyn brought me back to reality. "You better answer it, it might be daddy."
I reluctantly got up and staggered into the living room to answer the phone. She'd been right, it was George. He'd had a flat tire at the freeway exit and wanted me to come over there with the station wagon because he didn't have a spare.
"Thanks, Robyn," I sighed when I hung up. "It's a good thing you made me answer that."
Robyn was standing framed in the kitchen door, her cunt an angry red splotch from my licking and tongue-fucking. Gouged ceaselessly by my pussy, her face was just as red, glistening from fresh pee.