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Athena’s eyes couldn’t move fast enough reading the email she received. Her heart was beating wildly, she was hyperventilating, and tears began to fall. When she finished the message, she sobbed uncontrollably.

“Oh!, Oh! I can’t believe it!” she stammered

Robert had finished his shower. The naked, muscular stud-c***d headed for the bedroom to get fresh underwear. Knowing that with White Castle murder burgers digestion took extra long, he perversely considered bending his illicit lover over the washing machine and tapping her lush, MILFy cunt one more time before dinner.

Then he heard her wailing and the “I can’t believe it’s.” He rushed into the living room.

“Mom! What’s wrong?!”

She turned to look at him. Despite the weeping, she looked happy.

“Oh, Robert!” she exclaimed. “Read this!”

He moved toward the chair, grasped Athena’s shoulders, and peered into the monitor. She watched his eyes move just as quickly as hers did. Then they flew open wide. His hand flew up to his mouth and covered it. His eyes got even wider. He looked at her, then returned to the letter. Rob uncovered his mouth. He needed to sit down, so he crumpled into the adjacent sofa. He looked at the monitor and then at her.

He put his head in his heads and sobbed.

Athena got up from the chair and sat right next to her son. She put her arm around him. Robert looked at her. She smiled at him. He wrapped his arms around her. They cried together.

The email was from his sister, Abby, who he hadn’t seen since his wretched father had won custody of the two c***dren and Athena was cast out of their lives. That was over fifteen years ago.

*

In her Fort Lee, NJ apartment 21 year old Abby Dante was initially over the moon with joy. After several weeks of online research, she was able to rediscover her mother. The young girl, an extra busty Jessica Alba look-alike, had just sent an email to Athena and was on pins and needles waiting for a response.

Will she reply? When will she reply? What will she say? were the concerns running through her frazzled, hopeful mind.

The response hit her inbox almost 25 minutes later.

Abby gushed and cried when she read the message. Not only was this in fact her long-lost mom, but Athena said she was in contact her brother, Robert.

The young Dante’s heart was so full of happiness, beating with anticipatory joy to see them both. All of this excitement was amped up when her mother said she would be sending over a picture of her and Robert.
“Yes! Yes!” the comely babe pranced around the house. Not only was she going to be reunited with her mother but her brother.

Abigail felt like it was Christmas Eve and she was a c***d waiting for Santa.

Within ten minutes of receiving her parent’s initial reply, she got the second email with the attached picture. It was taken last month and showed Athena and Robert sitting on the floor by the Christmas tree, mugging for the Smartphone camera.

Abby’s eyes landed on her mother’s image. She remembered her as being very pretty.

“Wow! Mom looks great! She’s still a knockout.”

Her pupils moved to the right to of Athena to Robert. That’s when unexpected, profound dismay overtook her.

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed.

Peering at the jpeg again, she was flabbergasted.

Her memory in a nano-second recalled that night.

It was an evening of unimaginable sexual delight and debauchery. Ab realized—now--how ‘debauchery’ didn’t even come close to a genuine, proper description of what had happened.

My brother is Bobby Threads! I fucked my own brother!

*

Over a year ago in a sofa booth at The Ladies Room…

“I’m telling you are going to LOVE him!” Nancy Scanlon heralded to Amy over the blaring ending to Bruno Mars’ Uptown Funk.

The two friends, sitting side-by-side at on the couch, smiled and giggled

“This boy is so hot, so hung AND I hear his tongue is just as good as his dick!”

Abby did a double take at her redheaded companion.

“How do you know? You said you’ve never been here before.”

“My mom told me,” she said matter-of-factly.

The young brunette did another double take.

“Your mom?”

“Yeah,” Nancy replied. “Dad’s not taking care of his bedroom duties so she came here last week. A couple of her coworkers told her about this place and specifically Bobby Threads.”

Dante didn’t know what to say. She was surprised to learn her friend’s mom was cheating on her husband.

“Hey Ab, it’s ok. He’s a fool. If he ain’t putting the wood or the mouth to her, why should she be unhappy? My mother is one hot piece of MILF ass. And I’m not saying that because she’s my mom. I’ve seen her naked.”

She called her a MILF? She’s seen Rita naked?

Abby was confused and worried.

“What, what do you mean you’ve seen her naked?”

Nancy flashed a naughty grin. Then appeared to be mulling something over.

The buxom redhead quickly slipped her hand under her friend’s skirt and rested it on her panty-covered mound.

The sudden action jolted Abby. It also disrupted her wondering about what Nancy said.

“Don’t worry, babe,” the saucy fox whispered into her girl’s nearest ear, her lower tongue just grazing Abby’s earlobe. “She won’t come between us. Actually…”

The palm of her hand started to caresses Dante’s muff through the Victoria Secrets. The flat of Nancy’s fingers massaged the young cuntal lips, spreading them under the wispy fabric, making them swell.

“Ohhhh!” whimpered Dante.

The seductress continued.

“…actually she’d LOVED to cum…between us…literally and figuratively.”

Nancy paused, adding to the taboo overtones and to watch Abigail squirm on her ministration.

“Ahhh! Oh! But Nance, you and your mother—“

Before she could say anything else, the redhead slipped her hand under the waistband of Abby’s panties, down over the bald vagina, and dipped her middle finger into the moist, stirring gash.

“Yeah. Me and her. For the last two months. You know what a chicken I am when it thunders. One night during a really bad storm, I knocked on her door. I must have interrupted her just starting to masturbate. She looked embarrassed and flushed. I got into bed with her, asking her to just hold me cause I was scared shitless. One thing led to another and before you know we’re kissing, Frenching, rubbing each other’s breasts and then pussies. Finally she ate me and then I ate her.”

Abby was squirming in her seat. Nancy continued.

“I felt really bad about you. I felt like I cheated on you. Mom suggested we make it a threesome.”

Scanlon’s thumb flicked across Abigail’s enflamed clit.

“Aaahhhh!,” moaned the raven-haired nymph. “Don’t stop!”

Nancy leaned into her.

“The story, or what I’m doing to you?” she raspily inquired.

“Both!”

Scanlon grinned like the cat which ate the canary.

“Mom got the idea one night after watching you and me. Remember Labor Day weekend?”

Dante was so turned on, so dripping wet horny, she would have agreed just to anything. She frantically nodded her head.

“She was watching us outside my bedroom door, playing with herself. She especially loved when we were 69ing and your cunt was facing the door. Mom said you had a rocking body and that your pussy looked scrumptious!”

The middle digit curled up and began to pump faster in the teeming slit.

Abby was shaking her head, in disbelief about the i****tuous tale and also for the incredible ecstasy she was getting from her lover—in a public place no less.

The hushed revelation continued.

“The plan would be for the next time we hooked up. I’d have you lay on your back with your legs hanging over the end of my bed. I’d be eating you out and then tell you to close your eyes for something really incredible. She’d sneak in and continue where I left off.”

The pretty brunette’s eyes shot open.

“Mom got the idea from that scene in Taboo II where the girlfriend is eating out her boyfriend’s sister, getting her all nice and horny for the boyfriend who takes over. When the sister discovers it’s her own brother, she is too far gone and loves what he’s doing.”

She paused then continued.

“But she chickened out at the last moment. She figured you’d freak out about her and me.”

Nancy’s finger began to twirl in the saucy muff.

Abby’s thought about Rita. She was a corporate executive, always in a suit but the skirt was usually tight and the first two blouse buttons undone. Then the image of the mother suddenly became naked. She was kneeling before an also-naked and standing Abby. Rita’s expert tongue was languidly swabbing Dante’s trembling sex lips.

The busty recipient couldn’t get over the excruciatingly slow motion of the mature woman and the ensuing, tantalizing gratification.

“Ohhhh, Mrs. Scanlon!” she moaned, parting her supple thighs enabling more access to the MILF.

In what morphed into an all-female threesome dream, a nude Nancy came up behind Abby and wrapped her arms around her friend’s waist. The unexpected presence and hug started the brunette but it was soon welcomed with a low purr.

“Isn’t her pussy delicious, Mom?”

The attractive cougar looked up, her face glossy from Abby’s free-flowing juices, at her daughter. Rita’s eyes were hazy, lusty.

“Yes, Nancy. Soooo delicious.” she lewdly surmised.

Then she returned to tonguing Abby’s sex.

The pleasured young girl tossed her head back. Rita’s daughter kissed the vulnerable neck and scooped up her girlfriend’s breasts.

“So, Abs…”

Young Scanlon planted another kiss on the neck. It included a brief lick of that patch of skin. Her hands squeezed the brunette’s large, quivering tits, rubbing the undersides with her palms.

Dante was panting.

“…who eats you better…”

Nancy gently tweaked the hard and fat nipples.

“…my mother or me?”

In The Ladies’ Room, Abby’s body shook as she climaxed.

“Ohhhh! Uggghh! Ahhhh!” she huffed.

Nancy licked her chops, feeling and experiencing her girlfriend cum on her hand to sizzling, forbidden thoughts of mother-daughter i****t. It got her own thong saturated.

When Abigail calmed down, the redheaded minx withdrew her finger from between her legs. She displayed the shiny, syrupy hand to Abigail. Then Nancy, with a wanton look at her recovering lover, began to lap at it. The flat of her snake-like tongue licked the palm and in between the fingers. Then she stuck each finger in her mouth and sucked off the honey.

“Aahhhh, Abs, your pussy juice is sooooo yummy!”

She leaned into Dante, who willfully met her for a slobbering, fervent kiss. The pair of hungry lips slid over each other like playful eels. Their tongues danced, until the brunette urgently began to suck on Scanlon’s lingua, amorously enjoying the heady elixir of her own essence and Nancy’s saliva.

The two college coeds were so lost in their own heated passion, they didn’t notice their voyeur. It wasn’t until Abby rolled her head around that she saw him.

“Oh!” she yelped, breaking the kiss.

Nancy turned her head.

“Bobby Threads!”

The two, acting as if they got busted, quickly untangled themselves.

The handsome, muscular stripper stood before them. He was naked, swaying his toned hips to Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar on Me while pumping his big, hard cock.

“You two don’t have to stop on my account,” he coolly stated.

“Seeing two beautiful ladies like yourselves, Abby and Nancy, enjoying each other is such a gorgeous, sexy vision.”

To underscore the point he slowly, seductively rolled his hips and lazily fisted his erection.

The babes squealed that the Adonis knew their names. They also eyed his masturbation.

“I must say I feel so out of place, being the only one naked here.”

Threads used his hands to draw an imaginary circle around the sofa area.

“Why don’t you two strip?” he seductively advised.

Michelangelo’s David had to suppress a chuckle as the two young ladies shed their clothes in record time. They reclined next to each other, showcasing themselves for him.

Threads looked at the pair of buxom tits heaving and jiggling, and the open pussies displaying vast wetness and pulsing desire. The well-trimmed crimson patch of pubic hair initially caught his eyes, but he lingered visually on Abby’s bald kitty.

Bobby sinfully glared at Abby. He banged a redhead MILF the prior weekend and would be more than willing to fuck silly this carrot top cutie. Something about the sexy, raven-haired babe made him horny-hungry.

He removed his stroking hand and thrusted his naked, lengthy, excited dick at her. Her eyes zeroed in on the throbbing member. The amped-up vixen licked her lips, leaned forward grabbing his butt cheeks, pulled him into her, and engulfed his penis.

“Aaahhhhhh!” the Uptown Funk stripper moaned.

Abigail, on her knees, dragged her eager lips back along the fleshy pillar, almost as if she was only going to give it a one-time suck and release it. Then her head shoved forward, commencing to give Threads a brisk, sloppy blowjob.

“Ohhhhh, fuck!” he raspily growled.

Nancy slithered up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and shoved her tongue into his mouth. In turn, his right hand fell to her curvy ass and kneaded the closest cheek.

Bobby hooked his index finger and, delving in between the two quivering buttocks, slipped it up into the hot, sultry slit.

The Irish lass whimpered into his mouth as he fingered her pussy.

Abby was a whore in heat, greedily consuming the magnificent slab of man-meat. Her mouth was obscenely stretched as it worked the phallus, orally pleasing and teasing it. Her left hand took hold of the dick by its base and furiously licked at the shaft, wildly throwing laps at the upright stalk.

When her tongue swirled around the fat, plumb-like cock top, the feeling was erotically electric for Bobby Threads. He was so entranced by the wet circles Abby was painting on his sex dome, he didn’t even notice that her partner had slipped away. He soon discovered—joyously—where she was. Her tongue was on the other side of his erection, sliding up and down it.

“Ahhhhh, ladies! Yesssss!”

Abby was now affording his balls her love. Gently she held the voluminous nutsack, caressing each orb. Then she lapped at each nut. She slowly drew the flat of her tongue over the circumference of one testicle. Next, the young sexpot kissed the ball, licked it, and again kissed it. Then she repeated the same steps with the other beefy sphere.

This occurred while the head of her partner was piledriving away on his schlong. Nancy was sucking with energy and lust. She’d give it an occasional lap. But the fiery redhead seemed hell-bent on inhaling the throbbing, stiff member.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” he stammered. “Aaahhh, Abby, Nancy!”

Eventually his two worshippers switched. Scanlon was nuzzling his balls while Dante was blowing him.

“Hmmmmm,” cooed Nancy.

As her lover nursed the hard prick, loud, wet, sucking sound echoed throughout the area.

Then the stud began to pant like a thirsty dog. The tips of both tongues were lashing at the fat penile cap. After a bit, the flat of the linguas glided along the underside of the frazzled, stir-fried cock. The double tonguing was briefly halted a couple times when the girls’ tongues fluttered over one another and they shared a heated kiss.

Bobby Threads needed to fuck. He pulled away from the two kneeling, blowing foxes. They looked slightly confused and disappointed. Threads turned to Abby, scooping her up. She squealed and flashed him a provocative grin after he deposited her on her back on the sofa.

Wantonly she raised her shapely legs high up in the air, spreading them open, eagerly displaying her enflamed, shiny, mucid cunt. Bob got down on one knee and put his hand under the couch, searching for the multitude of Trojans placed under each of the club’s sofa’s and love seats.

His nose slavishly inhaled the combined fragrance of their aroused pussies, before he pulled out one pack and tore it open with his teeth. Bob withdrew the prophylactic, tossed away the wrapper and was about to cover himself when he heard Nancy throatily make an offer.

“Allow me, Bobby Threads.”

The attractive, buxom lass took the condom and knelt before the strapping charger. It looked as if she was going to unfurl the rubber over the long, aching prick. But instead she popped the boner in her mouth.

The Olympian yelped at the unexpected yet pleasurable move.

She sucked it quickly, and applied a couple of licks to the girthy shaft. Then the salacious babe released the penis, turned toward her girlfriend and dropped her head in between Abby’s thighs.

“Aaargghhhhhh!” the brunette swooned.

Nancy gave Abby’s eager, open pussy several nasty licks. The livid tongue released a barrage of laps at the bloated cuntal lips, with the last swipe gliding over Abby’s perineum.

Dante hollered her piercing response, and her legs parted even further into an extremely lewd V shape.

“She’s nice and wet for you, Bobby,” Scanlon lustily critiqued, moving away from her girlfriend.

Nancy unrolled the condom onto the uptight dick and got out of the way.

With that, Bobby Threads settled between Abby’s open thighs. He guided his prick to her smooth, buttery folds.

“Fuck me, Bobby Threads. Please fuck me with your big, hard cock!” she pleaded.

The handsome cumslinger was only to happy to oblige. He got on top of Abby’s prone, curvaceous form and entered her with one roll of his hips.

“Uggghhhhh!” she grunted, her wail just another groan in the loud, decadent, explosive club.

There was so much vaginal lubrication that the stripper could have tripped and slid easily into her luxurious vortex from across the room. He could see her inflamed clit and labia part wide around his concrete cock as he sunk into her delectable, little cunt.

In no time, Dante’s welcoming twat greedily pulled the sleek rod into its broiling, velvety depths. Then the fucking took off. The young and wild fox began to undulate her generous hips onto his manhood. It was his cue to do an imitation of an oil rig gone berserk.

She threw her head back when the first pummeling of his virile, rock-like dick hit the nerve endings in her amorous sheath and radiated to her decadent mind.

“Aahhhh, yes! Fuck me, Bobby Threads! Fuccckkk meeee goooood!”

The obliging stallion leaned into her ear.

“Ohhhhh, Abby! You got such a nice, sweet pussy. I can’t believe I am fucking such a hot piece of ass like you!”

Ab responded to the racy comment first with her gash. The pulsing orifice released a fresh round of juices which coated the sleek male organ and greased its in and out motion.

Next she arched up her mouthwatering body in order to take in more, further more, the gratifying goodness of the hammering penis.

“Uggh! Ugh! Ohhh, yeah!” she howled. “You like this hot piece of ass? Hmmm, Bobby Threads?”

The challenging, dirty talk and her flinging herself up at him got Bob amped up. He plowed his eager dick in frantic series of driving motions into her.

The sudden ramp-up in his pelvic intensity caught the writhing nymph by surprise. Her mouth and eyes were wide open, a string of barely-audible “Oh’s” were released to the conquesting lad.

“Yeah, Abby, I do! I love fucking a hot, young, pretty girl like you!”

To underscore his erotic point, the ardent Romeo significantly dropped the pace of his boning. Switching gears, he proceeded to slide his erection in an almost-lazy, sawing motion in and out of the drooling muff. Though the movement of his jabs was lackadaisical, they were cavernous, penetrating drives

It turned them both on, immensely.

The horny hottie wrapped her long legs around Bobby, urging him to go further into her quaking, searing gash.

He, in turn, doled out his meaty, hard shaft in measured, methodical hits, stoking her pleasure and kindling her orgasm.

After a few more pleasurable moments of leisurely screwing, he turned up the jets and began fucking Abby like before—with audacity.

“Aaarrggghhhhh!” Dante wailed.

The pumping she was getting from the well-endowed hunk was off the charts. She thoroughly adored how he was wild, subdued, then wild again in shoving his gorgeous penis in and out of her.

For Abigail, Bobby Threads proceeded his reputation. Her two previous male lovers combined couldn’t hold the stripper’s jock strap. Threads turned her like no man before. She unashamedly and lasciviously undulated her hips up to meet his meat.

“Arrghhhh! Abby!” he groaned as the wet silkiness of her young cunt rippled and caressed his lunging manhood.

The pretty Dante’s carnal confidence was unrestrained.

“You like that, Bobby Threads? Hmmm? You like the way my little, hot, wet pussy loves your big, bad cock?!”

To underscore her lewd questions, her ravenous cuntal muscles hugged and further greased his hard, shiny and satisfying member.

“Ugghh! Yeah, Abby, yeah!” he said in sexual earnest.

Bob immediately loved how wild and uninhibited the raven-haired babe was. He loved giving a woman an incredible fuck. But in the tucked-away, fair-minded portion of his brain he liked when a woman gave back. It meant she appreciated him and was willing to reciprocate. This hot, spicy minx definitely fell into that category.

Nancy slithered her right arm between the rutting pair. She had been content for a while just standing next to the two, rubbing her breasts, tweaking her nipples and fingering her wet slit. Her left arm went around Bobby, pulling him up to kiss him and to let her other hand travel over Abby.

“You gonna fuck me good like you’re fucking my friend?” she breathed.

“Oh yeahhhhh!” Threads confidently groaned.

“You know how I want it?”

“Tell me,” he huffed.

“Doggie style,” the redhead answered.

“Woof,” he said with a sexy, knowing wink.

The Adonis and the scarlet-topped hottie traded French kisses.

Abby was deranged with desire. She was getting a 5-star fuck from this strapping lad, while her girlfriend was playing with her heaving tits and rolling her turgid nipples, and tawdrily kissing Threads.

Her crescendo swept over her spasming body.

“Ohhhhhh, I’m cumming!”

The raunchy declaration broke the sloppy wet kiss of Bob and Nancy. They watched Abigail convulse and climax, writhing on the sofa and creaming all over his pulsing, bucking prick.

“Eeeeeeee!” Abs bellowed.

When she finished her erotic crescendo, the redhead acted first. She glared at Threads with deep-seeded lust.

“You want to taste my girlfriend’s pussy juice on my lips before you fuck me?”

He was so sexually roused he simply nodding his head, very quickly.

“Good. Now get your dick out of her,” Nancy ordered.

Abby’s face was the poster c***d of disappointment when she felt the disappearance of the wonder cock from her vagina, along with the accompanying, wet ‘plop” sound. Within seconds, she felt a new tingling of carnal delight as Nancy’s tongue replaced the displaced appendage.

“Ohhhhhhh!” Dante swooned as the Irish lingua ravingly attacked her creamy groove.

Threads just stood there, sweaty, his hard penis standing up like a thick, obscene tree branch, its Trojan raincoat covered in the same pearly ambrosia Scanlon was licking and savoring.

Her tongue worked its way in between the two dewy sex petals, determined to scoop out as much of Abby’s honey as possible. It was getting Dante all revved up again.

“Uggh! Ohhh, yeah, Nancy!” she urgently, unabashedly groaned.

When the tantalizing nymph felt she had a copious amount of her girlfriend’s sauce, she quickly withdrew her mouth from the brunette. In a flash Nancy stood up next to Bobby, wrapped her arms around him, and shoved her tongue into the stripper’s mouth.

Abs raptly, libidinously watched her girlfriend and the stud. Bobby and Nancy’s tongues and mouths went insane with each other. They twirled, swirled, and tangoed, sharing not only the heat of their mutual touch and the wetness of their saliva, but the tanginess of Dante’s pearly gravy.

Nancy broke from the muculent smooch, glaring at Threads with half-slits for eyes and fiery, unrestrained lust. She turned around, bent over at the same time nudging Abs to the other side of the couch, and stuck her pretty, little ass up and at Bob.

He simply gawked.

The compact rear was spread, available, and primed to be fucked. There was above-average curvature on the butt cheeks. In tight jeans or jogging pants, they definitely would incur lots of head-turns. But it was the mound, that sweet, wet mound between those two fleshy half-moons which had Thread’s vision honed in on.

Nancy’s pussy lips, indecently displayed, were bloated and drooling with feral humidity and need. The swaying buns slinked to the left, then to the right, then to the left. It was a silent, smoldering beckoning for Bobby Threads to mount the willing hottie.

He moved to the side and forward, getting on a knee right next to the reclining, splayed brunette. His hand went under the couch to retrieve a fresh condom. The two shared a glance.

Bob stood back up, still maintaining eye contact with Abby. He shucked off the used rubber, opened the Trojan pack with his teeth, and slipped on the new one. He gave her a cocky, knowing wink. He slid to his right, his monolithic prick bouncing around like a buoy in the Atlantic, as he positioned himself behind Nancy.

The hunk sauntered forward. He grabbed her hips, and nudged his hard and horny prick in between her buttocks toward the wet, succulent prize.

When she felt the plump, mushroom-like penile top squash against the frothy entrance to her womanhood, Scanlon bit her lower lip and dreamily looked at Abby. The friends glared at each other.

Then he shoved forward.

Abigail watched her friend’s eyes roll back in her head as the same luscious cock which entered her was now beginning its desired penetration of the carrot-top minx.

“Ohhhhhh, yesssss!” the lass bellowed.

Inch-by-inch of the coveted hard-on eased into the marshy, impatient gash to the opening strains of Judas Priest’s Turbo Lover.

“Uggghhh!” grunted Threads.

Nancy’s pussy was so wet and ready, it seemed to him that he entered and was completely inside of her engulfing vagina faster than Abigail. He withdrew his rod from the moist, velvety channel, leaving just the pulsating top inside.

She looked her shoulder at him. He smiled and blew her a kiss.

Then he shoved his big, beefy dick right back into the plush orifice.

“Aaaahhhhhhhh!” the Irish beauty moaned.

Redoubling his grasp on the jiggling rear cheeks, Bobby Threads proceeded to keep his promise to Nancy—and fuck her doggie style.

The handsome Adonis quickly got into a steady rhythm of applying unfathomable, permeating, and gratifying thrusts into the gluttonous slit. The sound of her butt, covered in a sheen of sweat, slapping against his thighs—also covered in a coat or perspiration—echoed in their ears.

The wet echoes got louder and faster as Nancy started pushing back. The horny cutie preferred a woman’s touch—and tongue. But she couldn’t never completely give up her “straight” foundation. She needed every so often a hard and large prick boning her like there was no tomorrow. Right now was one of those ‘every so often’ moments.

“Yes! Yes!” Nancy shrieked. “Fuck me just like you promised, Bobby Threads! “Yes! Ughh! Yessss!”

Her sweet and buttery cunt was in love with his exquisite, gratifying cock. Nancy’s hedonistic vaginal walls greedily embraced and slurped at the jabbing phallus. In turn, her hips thrusted back, to maintain its slippery hold on the erection and to show she could ‘pitch’ as much as she ‘caught.’

Abigail had allowed herself to become the ubiquitous fifth wheel. She lustily got comfortable in her viewer role, feverishly masturbating to the sights and sounds of her lover getting fucked by the well-hung stripper.

But the sight of Nancy’s opulent rack, swaying back and forth as he riotously fucked her, got Abs’ horniness re-lit. She slipped her hand under the shimming breasts and turgid nipples, and palmed them, tweaked them.

She glared at Dante. The feel of her friend’s hands on her swaying tits excited her.

“Kiss me!” Scanlon impulsively demanded.

She excitedly complied.

Bobby Threads was enchanted by the girl-on-girl kiss and Ab’s subsequent groping of Nancy’s swaying breasts. He added extra ‘English’ to his spearing when Nancy’s hand slinked onto Abby’s bountiful rack and returned the manual favor.

“He’s great, isn’t he?” Abs inquired in between labored breaths.

Nancy looked dreamily skyward.

“Shit yeahhhhh!”

The redhead soon pulled back her hand from Dante’s chest so that she was literally on all fours. Her back was arched, her lush tits swaying and being palmed by Abs, and her butt up in the air and pushing back the ethereal pounding from behind she was getting.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ohhhh, yeah, Threads! Fuck me, just like that! Fuck me gooooood!”

Like a busted pipe, her oven-hot pussy leaked its honey all over the pistoning dick. Repeatedly her buttocks hammered against his thighs, elevating the wet, slapping sounds.

It was just a matter of time before Michelangelo’s David was poised to bust a nut.

“Oh! Uggh! Ahhh! I’m gonna—“he couldn’t completely the announcement.

Thread’s grip on Nancy’s hips tightened and his hips thrusted mightily, ramming his hard-charging, firm prick so deep into her vagina that Scanlon briefly thought she could feel it in her throat.

She knew he was cumming.

“Aarrrgghhhh!” he roared.

Thick, ivory jet after thick, ivory jet was released into the Trojan reservoir as the sweaty, bowflexing dancer lambasted into the mushy pussy. Nancy was near orgasm, and thrilled to have him unload his love into her.

“Cum in me, baby! Cum in me!” she passionately urged despite knowing he was wearing a condom. “Cum in Nancy! That’s it, baby!”

When Bob finished his erotic deposit, he was spent. He withdrew his weary warrior from Nancy’s snatch. His breathing was akin to a racehorse which just passed the finish line.

As the physically famished lover worked on regaining normal breathing and his composure, his eyes did a double-take what just happened. Scanlon, still on all fours, snaked her right hand in between the still-parted thighs. She frantically strummed her frantic, excited clit.

“Ohh! Oh!” she whimpered, fanning herself to her own climax.

Resting himself on his knees Bobby Threads, along with Abigail, watched intently as Nancy, brought herself off. Despite the incredibly lusty display by the self-orgasming redhead, the dancer and Dante eyed each other with smoldering glances.

When she was sure her girlfriend completed her own orgasm. Abby got into a seductive, cat-like stance, her eyes ablazed at the exhausted hunk. He met her stare. With a very “come hither” look, the brunette slinked over to him. She glanced down at his shriveled, still prophetic-encased member. She looked back at him.

The comely babe slipped off the well-worn rubber, tossing it aside. Threads, now sitting on the carpet with his back now against the plush chair, just watched as Dante lowered her head into his crotch.

“Ohhhhh, Abby” he huskily exclaimed when he felt her lips encircle his slimy, flaccid prick and raise the limp shaft in her mouth.

Nancy turned around to face them and sat in the sofa, with a naughty smile.

“Go Abs!”

Dante’s eyes flickered as her head started to bob up and down on the slug-like cock. The taste of sweat and semen along with the heady scent of male musk got her mouth moving like a Hoover. After a while and a few resounding slurps, she gazed at the awestruck Olympian, holding onto his dick.

“Gotta clean your cock, Bobby Threads!” she jokingly justified. “I just got to!”

She popped the cock back into her mouth and let her tongue join the mop-up, slithering and sliding along the arching penis.

“Got to also taste your cum,” she purred before swallowing another lapped-up coat of jizz.

“Got to taste,” she stated in a low-sounding, protracted tone, placing pauses in between each word, “your delicious cum.”

Abby made an unashamed display of slowing another glob of Thread’s creamy release.

Huffing and puffing like he just ran a marathon, Bob wondered what else this young, pretty wet dream would do next.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhh! Fuck!” he wailed.

The tip of Dante’s tongue glided around the rim of his penis cap.
“Can’t have any dry cum here now can we?”

After her salacious inquiry, Abigail rolled around in her mouth the sliver of cum extracted from the sensitive, circular edge. She continued to maddingly savor the rich liquid before swallowing it.

The stripper’s breathing now sounded as if he was experiencing an asthma attack. His mind thought he was going to see stars.

Abby’s full, puffy, wet lips now wrapped themselves completely around the spongy, arrow-shaped cap and suckled like a hungry newborn.

“Aaarrrghhhhh!” the pleasured lad yelled.

Her tongue soon returned to duty, painting and swirling all around the frantic cock crown. Neither he nor she realized that all his residual expulsion had been removed several minutes earlier. Not that either would have cared. They thoroughly enjoyed participating in the erotic faux cleaning.

“You like the way Abby cleans your cock, Bobby Threads? Hmmm?” “You like it?”

*

Back in Dante’s apartment

“Hmmm, you like it, Bobby Threads?!” Abby groaned.

The memories of that hedonistic night was too much for her. She ended up lying on her couch. One hand was cupping an exposed breast. The other had been had been uncontrollably massaging her searing pussy through her Lyrca pants.

“You like the way your sexy sister cleans your cock?! “

Her climax was roaring onward. She envisioned her studly bro was there, surprised at who he had fucked but not entirely regretful.

Hysterically she slipped her hand under the jogging waistband and shoved two fingers into her excited, overflowing cunt.

“Yeah, I know it’s i****t. But you know what they say—‘i****t is best!’”

“How about the way your hot little sister fucked you? Better than Nancy, right?”

The two digits were pumping away in her wanton, syrupy cunt.

“That’s right, Threads! No one can fuck you like family!” she moaned.

The flats of her fingers now rubbed her delirious clit.

“Family lovin’ is the best lovin’. Nancy and her mom know that! “

Her back arched and her tongue licked the air, thinking about the following weekend when she watched Nancy and her mom make love and then joined them.

“Now I—we—know that too. Right, big brother? My very big…handsome…brother.”

Abby’s climax hit her like a Mack truck.

“Ohhhhhhh, brother Bobby Threads!!!!”