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SUE

I was sitting there in front of a blank screen and I hadn't the slightest fucking idea what to write. I was playing with myself, but not even trying to get myself off, just keeping my hands busy. I was thinking about all the orgasms I've had and how I got them, but I couldn't find the handle on something that would have you spraying you own cum all over the screen.

"Sally, come here. Mommy can't get started on this story. I need to be eaten. How about going down on me; maybe that'll inspire me."

There was no answer.

"Sally!"

After a brief moment, "I'm busy, Sue."

Oh, shit. I could tell from the snippy tone of her voice that I was interrupting her while she had a cock in her mouth. I had been down in the basement for over an hour creating a beautiful work of fiction to send to the IRS, and when I finished that masterpiece, I decided to try my hand at another stroke story. As a result, I had no idea whose love muscle was buried inside Sally's mouth. Or maybe in one of her other holes.

"I'm sorry, honey; I'll wait." I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes, wondering who the lucky stiff was, wondering if he could keep it stiff for me too. I'm proud of that young lady; she's five three, 110 pounds, a lot of it in her tits, blonde hair, drop dead gorgeous. I'd like to say that we're twins when we go shopping in the mall, but my hair is brown, I really do look older and I'm nowhere near as gorgeous, though I really ain't that bad looking. She must have gotten her beauty from her father. If I hadn't swallowed so much of his cum instead of letting him shoot it up my cunt, we could have had a dozen like her.

My ex-husband Joe and I had done a damn good job of raising her, as well as her sister Tara and brother Billy. She was an equal-opportunity mynx; both ways, any color. Joe was a frequent visitor to the house; my husband Ed was tolerant of Joe's visits to the children, so long as he didn't try to fuck me. Joe spent a lot of time getting his pipes cleaned by Sally and Tara. It always bothered me that Joe didn't want to bed Billy; after all, if guys like to watch two girls get it on, and think it's perfectly normal, why wouldn't he want to try it with another guy, especially his son. Joe was my first guess for the identity of the mysterious cock owner. But then again, Joe had no staying power, and for the amount of time it was taking Sally to get the guy off, if it actually was a guy, it probably wasn't Joe.

A close second was my husband. Ed had been Sally's junior high school math teacher when I found them one day in her room with his cock in her ass. I was about to ask what the fuck he thought he was doing when he pulled out of her and started shooting his cum all over her ass cheeks. I was long-since divorced and the huge load of white stuff got my panties damp. I started screaming at him for going into her ass without a rubber, and when the screaming had stopped and his credentials were established, everyone had agreed that she was too young for him. I had wound up taking his second load straight in, and we were married a few months later. Ed too didn't like to fuck Billy, so the poor kid was left with only females to get his rocks off. But Ed was away at our summer place with Tara. She was feeling a little down on herself because she wasn't quite as gorgeous as Sally, even though she was beautiful, so the family had decided that he should take her away for a weekend of private fucking to boost her self-esteem.

So that left Tara out of the picture that day also.

I was pretty sure that Billy was actually at baseball practice, since he was a starting pitcher and had dreams of the big leagues. That would be nice; lots of groupies, even some guys in the locker room, but if Billy hadn't tasted cock by that time, he most likely wouldn't be interested in guys, just girls.

So who the fuck was it up in Sally's bedroom? I decided not to think about it any more, because the possibilities had gotten my pussy wet, so I retired to the couch to work on that problem. I was wearing a skirt, so I just slipped my panties off. Two fingers of my right hand went up my snatch; my left hand went under my sweater to knead my tits, through the bra. I took the two fingers out to suck them, the taste of my cunt ever exciting, then moved the thumb and forefinger back to twirl around my aroused clit. All it took was about five minutes; I sob when I cum. Unfortunately, I don't know how to type the sounds of a sob, so you'll have to use your imagination.

Sally came bouncing down the stairs, wrapped only in a frilly bathrobe. She was followed by a young man I had never seen before, wearing another of her robes. "Hi, Sue, this is Tom; Tom, meet my mother."

I stared at his crotch, although there wasn't much to see, what with the loose robe and all.

"Forget it, Sue, I just emptied him out. But he did offer to take care of going down on you, if you don't mind."

What a lovely boy, I thought, but I had just cum. On the other hand, we're not like guys; we can keep cumming, and it's always pleasant to have a new tongue inside me. "That would be very nice, Tom," I was still sitting on the couch, legs spread. As he knelt down to worship my pussy, I motioned Sally to stand in front of me, straddling her latest beau. I pulled her toward my face. "Is there anything in there for me to taste?"

"Sorry, Sue, he went in the other way; it's all down my gullet." Damn it, I love to suck the cum out of my girls, digging my tongue all the way in to taste that gooey, creamy stuff, cleaning the walls of their cunts.

I kissed her pussy lips, gave them a quick lick and pushed her back a step. "Get on the couch next to me and nurse on me, baby." She sat down, pulled my sweater over my head and slipped a hand under my bra from below, pushing the cups up to expose my rigid nipples without bothering to unhook me. She began to suck as she had eighteen years earlier; my hand snaked under her robe to explore her love tunnel. At the same time, Tom worked eagerly on my clit, so that both of them were sucking at the same time.

Question: What's the difference between pussy and parsley? Answer: Nobody eats parsley.

Tom's finger searched along my ass crack for the back door, and I lifted my butt off the couch to help him. His finger slid in after the least bit of resistance from my sphincter and I settled back, but not for long, as I began to cum, sobbing as usual. He pulled his hand away quickly.

"Did I hurt you, Mrs. Tate?"

I began to laugh. "You've got your finger in my ass and your mouth sucking my clit, and you call me Mrs, ? No, that's just the way I cum. And Tate is the name of my first husband. Now, let's see if that cock is hard again."

Tom dropped Sally's bathrobe to the floor. Now that I could see his cock, I noticed the bend in it, sort of like what Bill Clinton is supposed to have. It didn't look like it would make any difference, and sure enough it didn't. It pointed at my slit and I grabbed it; it felt a little mushy and I stroked it, kissed it and fondled his balls until it was rock hard. Sally had stopped nursing and leaned back to watch, all the while finger-fucking herself.

I parted my nether lips and ushered in our house guest, right to the hilt. He leaned forward to kiss me, his tongue invading my mouth as though we were long-lost lovers.

"Fuck me, Tommy, baby; make me scream." The poor kid tried, but Sally had emptied him out. It took a long time before I felt the pulses of his cock, but all I got from it was a few drops of cum. As a reward for trying so hard, I took it in my mouth and sucked it dry, then planted a big kiss on the head.

JOE

The kids were sound asleep in their rooms, and I was stretched out on the recliner in the den. Sue was lying on top of me, her ass to my lap. We were passing smoke back and forth, sipping white wine and listening to mood music, all of which was prelude to some grand fucking and sucking. We were wasted but horny. We heard one of the doors upstairs; it turned out to be Sally, wearing her teeny little night shirt and panties.

"I can't sleep. What's that funny smell?

"Sue and I were smoking, honey."

"You know tobacco is bad for you, Joe. Don't you pay attention to the television?"

"It's not tobacco, it's something better."

"That's bad too; they taught us about it in school." A pause. "Can I have some?"

"No way, young lady. Go back to sleep."

She hesitated for a long time, her gaze wandering back and forth between Sue and me. I could tell that she was going to ask something, and surmised that it would be another request for some of our grass.

"Would you please fuck me, Daddy?"

I swear, the first thing that went through my mind was the fact that she never called me Daddy. I glanced as Sue, my mouth open. Sue was staring at Sally through slightly glazed eyes. "Whatever brought that on, honey?" She was barely twelve.

"All the girls in school are talking about fucking."

"Your classmates are fucking?" I never used that word in front of the kids, but she obviously knew it well enough to use it. I was incredulous.

"I don't think so; I think they just talk about it. I want to be the first one to try it instead of playing with myself."

With that, she reached down and pulled off her panties, standing in the middle of the room wearing only her little night shirt. I had often said that my gorgeous little girl looked good enough to eat, but that was just an expression; I never actually thought about eating her, or worse. Yet the sight of her hairless little pussy slit sent another surge of blood to my already engorged cock, fortunately hidden inside my slacks. I sat there, out of words.

Sue, clandestine author of stroke stories behind her faÁade as homemaker, reacted like one of her fictional characters. She walked over to Sally, picked her up gently and carried her to the couch. Our little child was short enough to fit lengthwise. I could barely hear Sue's whisper.

"You know it hurts a little the first time, don't you?"

A nervous nod from Sally.

"You want your Daddy to be the first, don't you?"

Another nod. Sue softly ran the back of her finger along Sally's slit. In return, Sally looked up at her in anticipation. My wife, not yet my ex-wife, bent her head and licked Sally's slit, making no effort at penetration. The child closed her eyes briefly, savoring the attention her pussy was receiving. I was no longer too wasted to act. Quickly but quietly, my clothes were on the floor, my cock at attention. I never thought that my meat was especially large, not after being in locker rooms and watching porn movies, but the child's eyes opened wide as she saw what seemed to be too big to fit where she wanted it to go.

I touched Sue's back and she moved her head away, kneeling at Sally's head to kiss her in a way that mothers do not kiss daughters, her hand snaking under the night shirt to caress the slightest of breasts. My head replaced hers at the bald gate of pleasure, the gate of passion and lust, the gate of life. My tongue probed, unfamiliar with such smoothness, smoother even than when her mother shaved there. The child's hand reached to touch the back of my head, the age-old instinctive signal to keep going. I inhaled, but sensed nothing; Sally's cunt was not giving off any of the scent I was used to from her mother and, alas, others.

An electrical message passed from my tongue through my brain, or rather through the mush that at that moment was passing for my brain. The message ran down my spine, telling my balls to generate sperm and telling my cock that it time to get into position to deliver it. I took it in my hand and touched the head to her slit, rubbing it up and down. The lust in Sally's eyes slowly changed to trepidation. Sue reached down to take me into her hand and spoke, to reassure the lovely virgin. With her other hand, she felt around for my shirt and slid it under Sally's ass; after all, why ruin a good couch with cherry blood.

"Relax, honey, I'll put Daddy into you slowly. It'll only hurt this time a little bit, and you'll be a woman." Sally nodded; she knew what her mother meant. Sue spread Sally's pussy lips and put the head of my cock part way into her. The tunnel was moist, not soaking the way I always found her mother. The feeling I had was one of tension; how long would it take to be fully inside? I was accustomed to sliding it right in all the way, yet I understood that this must take time or it would forever warp Sally's thoughts about sex. Still, my cock had a mind of its own, and only Sue's firm hand kept it from plunging forward. The inexperienced vaginal walls spread slowly to accept me, and after what seemed like an hour, my forward progress was stopped by her cherry, her very ripe cherry. I looked at Sue and she nodded back.

"Honey, Mommy's going to let go of Daddy now and he's going to go the rest of the way inside you. This is the part that will hurt a little, just this one time. You may want to bite your hand now."

As she did so, I drew back, then blasted my way into heaven. Sally gasped, bit harder, and I saw a tear forming at her eye. I knew enough not to move a muscle then until she gave me a signal. My body was suspended over her and I waited patiently, finally, until she took her hand from her mouth and exhaled. I felt her blood leaking out onto my shirt. I decided then without thinking that my shirt would not be cleaned, that it would hang forever in my closet so that I could remember this beautiful moment. "I'm okay now, Joe."

So my first little baby, after calling me Joe all of her life, had decided to call me Daddy for the most important passage of her life, so far at least, and had mentally torn through that barrier, to again call me Joe. Somehow she was telling me that it was alright to just go ahead now and fuck her brains out. I pounced away, probably too hard, but she took it like a trouper, thrusting up at me to meet my down-strokes. My balls soon sent a message: 'Hey, Joe, I'm ready to let go, but have you given any thought to the possibility that there might be an egg down there waiting to meet your cum?'

I pulled out quickly and finished myself off, my hand jerking my cum all over her stomach; a hell of a load it was. Sally screamed, "Why did you stop, Joe? I haven't cum yet." I had forgotten her remark about playing with herself; she knew what it was to cum. My hand went to her cunt, plunged in, my thumb working her clit. Soon she was screaming again, this time in pleasure. I was surprised; I had expected her just to sob, the way her mother does.

As I stood up, Sue bent down to lick the creamy goo off Sally's pubescent little belly. When she was done, I lifted her up to kiss her deeply, to get a taste of my cum from her mouth and to thank her for helping me, for permitting me, to deflower Sally. Then I knelt again and kissed Sally, in a way that fathers do not kiss daughters. Rather a reversal of the normal routine, where you kiss before you fuck, but I heard no complaints.

Although we're now divorced, I still come back to the house to fuck Sally and Tara. Sometimes, Billy and I bang the two of them together. I'd love to fuck Sue again, but her prick of a husband won't let me in the house unless we both promise not to touch each other. I really shouldn't call him a prick; I've known him for a long time, and he did me the favor of ending my alimony payments to Sue when he married her. But I don't like him fucking my daughters.

SALLY

I have always known that I was a good-looking piece of ass. Forget that my mother and father always told me I was beautiful; that's par for the course. But when I would be in the other room and hear other relatives and neighbors tell my parents about my beauty, I began to believe it. And after Sue's first lesson about the birds and the bees, I began to notice that all the 'love' scenes on television revolved around the better looking women. Soon I saw and felt that older men, like in their twenties and older, and sometimes women, were looking at me the way the guys looked at the good looking girls before the 'love' scenes.

They had me making commercials when I was two, and it continued. It was fun, except when some pervert"I got used to calling them preverts"kept copping feels on me. It wasn't until I was much older that I learned the persuasive power of a knee to the nuts.

By the time Joe and Sue popped my cherry, I was already the champion masturbator in the girl's locker room at school and at our pajama parties. I could cum quickly, and just as quickly learned to mute my screaming when I did, except when I was alone. Soon after that, while Joe and Sue taught me ever more tricks, like sucking cock, eating pussy, finally taking it up the old poop chute, I practiced what I learned at home by seducing the girls at school. The guys I didn't have to seduce; they came after me, and it was good for my ego. I fucked enough of them to enjoy myself, but never did more than one at a time.

I knew that some of the teachers had the hots for me, and I played it to the hilt. I was a little coquette, blinking my eyes, spinning around in flared skirts, emphasizing my tits when I finally got them. After all the modeling I had done as a little kid, I was not above using my body whenever it was to my advantage. That's what happened when I missed a math exam because I was home taking care of my little brother Billy. I call him little brother, but he's only two years younger than me; Tara is right between us. Anyway, Billy was home with a broken leg, and my job was to help him to the bathroom when necessary. That part was easy; I didn't have to pull his pants down, because he stayed in bed with only a pajama top. The hard part was the part of him that got hard, and since our parents had broken him in to the joys of fucking, whenever I brought him back from the bathroom, his pole pointed the way.

Because of his leg, the only way to get him off was to go down on him. I don't mean to make it sound like a chore; I really loved to suck his cock, to lick my tongue around the head and under the shaft, to gnaw his balls and jerk him off while I sucked him dry and swallowed every drop of his cum. But the housekeeper was late that day, and I didn't get to school until after the math exam. My marks were so-so, and Ed, we called him Mr. Green then, thought I had cut on purpose. Well, I knew how to get around anyone with a cock, and he knew I knew, so as soon as Billy was off his crutches and back in school, I invited Ed to take a personal day and visit my house.

Under the circumstances, no seduction scene was necessary; Ed knew that he had been invited for the sole purpose of getting his pipes cleaned, and that he would not have to convince me. Still, I thought that a sexy bathrobe might be the proper garment in which to greet him. What a mistake! The blast of cold air when I opened the door for him just about froze my nipples off. In my excitement to fuck him, I had ignored the fact that the outskirts of Cheyenne in the winter is not quite Mazatlan. He looked at me in amusement, probably thinking that I was a dumb little slut, that all my brains were in my cunt.

"Hello, Mr. Green."

"Good morning, Sally. How are you today?"

Did you notice that he didn't tell me to call him Ed? It must have been his school teacher training, where they exude superiority. I guess that's why it took me a while to warm up to him, even after Sue married him. After all, this guy was going to fuck me, he should at least have invited some familiarity.

After he had his coat off, I asked him if he would like to see my room. Dumb question, you say, but still, it was a seduction scene, even if the outcome was prearranged. He ignored my question and pulled me to him, kissing my mouth as his hands roamed under my robe, squeezing my ass, mashing my tits. I shouldn't say mashing, it wasn't that rough, but it wasn't just feathering either. I resolved to teach him that. When his fingers reached my cunt, pushing through my soft down, it was time to take him upstairs.

Only instead of taking him by the hand, I unzipped his pants, stuck my hand in and started to lead him upstairs by the cock. He didn't mind it much, reaching one hand to grab mine and make sure that it didn't slip off. I shook it off and reached deeper, under his balls, to pull him up that way; he loved it. Up in my room, I dropped to my knees, fished out his pecker and began to suck. He pulled my up by my ears, pushed me down onto my bed and began to undress. I pulled the cord on my robe and let it fall open, revealing all that a woman, for I considered myself to be a woman from the moment my loving father put his cock into me, revealing all that a woman has to offer, revealing it with legs spread in the way that tells a man what the offer is.

I could hear the intake of his breath, and I smiled inwardly, my ego reminding me of the compliments I had heard since childhood. My eyes focused on a beautiful piece of man-meat and the rest of his three piece set hanging below it, and my sole function in life at that moment was to cause pieces two and three to deliver their white creamy liquid offering out through piece number one, hopefully making me cum in the process. He knelt in front of the gate of pleasure, spread my glistening lips with one hand and pushed his way up the tunnel of love. There was enough moisture there to ease the way in, yet he moved directly, not knowing or caring whether he would find my cherry en route.

If you can imagine a sound from a feeling, the impact of his cock hitting bottom felt like the sound of a deadbolt hitting home, fully seated and in place to do its job. He slammed and slammed, poised above me, and I reached up to pull him down for a tongue filled kiss. He responded appropriately, and we rolled to the side to allow the junction of our lips to continue without damage to his elbows. His cock spread open the walls of my cunt like angioplasty without discomfort. Our eyes locked together, each seeing the concentration that goes into the production of an orgasm. One hand kneaded one tit, only to be replaced with his sucking mouth attacking a distended nipple. The friction from the top of his cock pleased my clit to no end, and as I began to scream, he lifted his mouth and whispered. "I gotta cum, I gotta cum."

Without warning, he pulled out of me, his hand jerking his cock until it began to spit an immense load of cum all over my pussy lips, legs and belly. I scooped some with my finger and sucked it dry.

"Why'd you pull out?"

"I like to watch my cum shoot out all over a girl, especially her face. I know there's a lot of it, and it gives me a feeling of power and success."

I spat my reply. "Fuck your power trip. I want to feel your cum inside me. If you're a nice boy, I'll let you cum outside once in a while. If that's not good enough, I'll get transferred to another math class. The principal will be interested to know why."

He laughed at me. "The principal and I double date with some of the girls. He won't give a damn. But I will be glad to cum inside you if that's what you'd like. Just give me a half hour and I'll show you. But first let me get the rest of this juice off you."

He proceeded to lick his cum off me; it felt like a cat cleaning herself, except that his tongue wasn't so scratchy. A half hour later, he kept his promise, filling my mouth with a lot more tasty goo than I would have expected on such a short rest. And an hour later, after would you believe some math tutoring, his third load was in my ass, only to leak down the back of one leg when he pulled out.

"Ooh, I like your cock, Eddie boy." I wasn't going to wait to be told that I didn't have to call him Mister anymore. "How many sick days and personal days do you teachers get anyway?"

Two days later, he pulled out of my asshole, shot his cum all over me, and Sue started screaming at him. Who knew then that he would later become my step-father?

ED

I don't even remember the kid's name, just the exquisite feeling as she shoved her finger up my ass at the very moment that I pulled out of her mouth and began spraying my cum all over her face. That's the beauty of a small school district, where I could be a junior high math teacher part time and a high school guidance counselor the rest of the time, a place where I could get some little nymphettes like Sally once in a while from my math classes and a shit load of high school girls from my guidance office. Hell, I got more cunt from the students in one week that I ever got from the bitch in a year, but I would have stayed married to her if I hadn't caught her on her knees with the gym teacher one day. Shit, bitch, just because I fuck everyone in sight doesn't mean I'm going to let you get away with it.

Anyway, this kid I can't remember was one of the typical high school cunts who needed help deciding on which college to apply to. Although they gave off no physical odor, I had no trouble in smelling which ones were ripe and ready for my cock. No, that wasn't a gun in my pocket, I was pleased to see them. When a kid gave off the right signal, I would casually ask my loaded question. "Do you want a college where you can learn something, or just a place to fuck all day and night?" None of them were virgins; they liked cock. Once in a while, I would get a shocked look; more often it would be a smile and an invitation. But never a slap, and never a report to the administration.

This kid was perfect for my purposes. She didn't bother me to make her cum, she was an expert cock-sucker and she didn't mind that I liked to spray my cum on her face. She thought it was a special reward when I licked her face clean. The only effort I had to put into it was to drop my pants so she could get a finger in my ass. I sure didn't mind that as much as I did when my doctor shoved his finger up there.

As I said, the guidance counselor part of the job was gravy; I would have done that part for nothing. Well, actually, for the bonuses. The junior high girls weren't so easy, obviously. There they were mostly virgins, and I never tried for any of them; that would have gotten me fired, only the loss of a job would have been meaningless, since I would have been in jail getting ass-fucked by some biker. With the young ones, all I could do was to try to give off some kind of aura and wait to be propositioned. Oh, sure, sometimes I would get mad at a kid, like I did with Sally when she missed the math exam, and she would figure out a way to get back into my good graces. But those cases were legitimate teacher reactions to the faults of students, not back door ways to their back doors. In junior high, they had to come on to me, not the other way around. What the hell, there were so many in high school that I didn't need to run risks with the younger ones.

With Sally I never had to make any attempt to nail her; I knew from the moment she walked into class that first day that she would spread her legs without my making any effort. I therefore considered it such a done deal that I just waited for her to think up some excuse. When it finally happened, she truly surprised me by her attitude about wanting my cum blasting inside her, and honestly, the tough way she insisted on it made me admire her. But all that became unimportant when I finally met her mother, two days after I first fucked Sally. Sue was almost as good looking as her daughter"I hadn't yet met Tara"and Sue turned out to be the model for Sally; she was a fucking sex machine, a fucking machine, ready to do anything anywhere with anybody. And she wrote about it to boot, for a website.

My cock dribbles just thinking about the cunt in that family, my family now. It's a crazy situation; I fuck both girls just like their father does, and Sue knows that I still fuck anything with a gash between her legs, but I can get away with refusing to let Joe fuck his ex-wife and vice versa. She can fuck anybody else she wants, male or female, but not Joe. Just think of me as discriminating, or jealous.

When Tara came home in tears after that photo shoot, it was just natural for me to take her away alone for a few days, to show her that she was a superb, sexy woman, just as good and delicious as her sister. She'll tell you about the shoot. Sue owns the home we live in, courtesy of a reluctant Joe and his divorce attorney, who she was fucking but Joe didn't know it until much later. She was also swallowing the Judge's cock on a regular basis, but the case was settled and he never had to make any decision. It did teach me never to get into a court battle with Sue. The summer home is mine, and Tara's warm ass cheeks would not be the first to grace the sheets. Tara was a little tense on the trip there.

"Are you taking me to the summer house in the middle of the winter because you really want to fuck me or just because you feel sorry for me?"

"I want to fuck you blind, but I also want to impress on you just how sexy and exciting you are; stop thinking about that fucking photographer and realize how beautiful you are."