“Oh geez!”
His jaw dropping, Tom looked as his sister lapped up his semen from his wife’s cunt. When she was done laving her mound, she inserted two fingers – and then a third – into her channel. She was fucking her and at the same time pulling out her brother’s nectar which she then slurped into her mouth.
“Fuck! Yes, keep going… Keep going!”
With her mouth full of jizz, Vanessa locked her lips around the erect clit and sucked on it hard, flicking her tongue against it mercilessly. While she did this, she didn’t stop fingering her sister-in-law. In fact, she went faster.
“Aaaahh, I’m gonna cum! Oh shit, I’m gonna cum!”
Tom reached for Elizabeth’s tits and played with one while he drank her sweet milk from the other. He tweaked her nipples and from the corner of his eye watched his sister as she did everything to bring off the blonde.
“Ooooohh fuck! Oooohh oooooohhhh!”
Without another word she was flogging against the couch. The two others had to work hard to hold on. She was convulsing as the incredible wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her clit was on fire, her pussy was collapsing around Vanessa’s fingers, and her nipples were exploding with tiny bursts of pure joy.
She cried out, whimpering for them to stop and yet hoping they wouldn’t. This marvelous feeling was worth the pain in her breasts from earlier, it was worth having a woman shamelessly drinking from her tits, worth the weirdness of having her husband have sex next to his sister.
“My gosh, I can’t believe…”
Catching her breath, Elizabeth looked down at the other woman who was finally disconnecting from her pussy. She opened her mouth and showed the glob of semen pooled inside. She gave her a quick teasing cat lick and then climbed up the blonde’s body.
Vanessa stopped at the free breast, glanced at her brother, and began sucking on the pink nipple. When her mouth was full, she resumed her ascension. Tom scooted back to see what was going to happen.
The two women looked at each other and then Vanessa kissed his wife. She opened her mouth wide and Elizabeth was startled when the mixture of breast milk and jism slid over her tongue. She hummed in protest but only for a second. She closed her eyes and gave herself to the languorous kissing, swirling the mixture into her mouth.
And then it was over. They gently parted and each had to swallow what was in their mouth, which they did while looking at Tom. Both women were visibly sated, their eyes glazed over from the ordeal.
“That was so tasty,” Elizabeth purred.
“Milk and cream,” Tom said. “Can’t go wrong with that.”
As they laughed, he couldn’t believe the three of them had actually done this. It was as crazy as it had been wonderful. Mostly, he was wondering how he could convince them to go another round.
His Christmas Girl
By Virginia Wade
© Copyright 2011, 2014, Virginia Wade, All Rights Reserved
Chapter One
When the opportunity to go on a two week Caribbean vacation presented itself, my mother, Elizabeth, snapped it up. She worked for a travel agency and booked us into a two-bedroom suite at a sprawling time-share complex on the beautiful island of St. Maartin. We were on the Dutch side, in a lovely harbor surrounded by elegant yachts, cobblestone walkways, and lush, green hills in the distance. Our beach was inland and small, so we had rented a car and gone to the French side, where clothing was optional.
I had been having the time of my life until the accident. Mom had stepped off a curb and broken her ankle in a freak mishap. The hospital had been surprisingly clean and modern, and the doctors had set her bone and placed her foot in a cast. She hobbled around now with crutches and a pained, pinched expression.
“Son of a bitch!” she snapped.
“Honey,” said my stepfather, Stephen. “Let me help you.” He took her arm, while she awkwardly maneuvered the crutches.
“I can’t believe this! Oh, God.” She sat heavily.
“Are you alright, mom? Can I get you a soda?”
“No, Emma. I’m fine. Thanks.”
“We don’t have to go to the beach.” I’d hung out at the pool all day yesterday. I could do it again, if I had to.
“We’ll be going. Just…give me a second.”
I glanced at my stepfather, and he shrugged. “I’ve got the stuff packed, honey. I can call for the tram.”
“I ruined our vacation.”
“No, mom. You didn’t.” She looked miserable. “Do you need more pain pills?”
“I think so.”
Stephen handed her a glass of water. “Here you go.”
“Thank you.”
She took her medication, her hand shaking. She’d been up all night in pain. Her face had lost its tan, and dark circles were under her eyes. She hadn’t been able to shower, so her hair was hidden under a baseball cap.