The Mars Company AnthologyChapter 11
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“BAM!” I texted Dad after reading his latest chapter. “You definitely put the throttle down on that one, old man.”
“Well, somebody’s gotta pick up the slack in this little literary venture. ;)” he replied. “Needed to throw a little oil on the embers to make our readers remember that this ain’t a Harlequin novel that we’re putting together, my boy.”
“True, but if it were me, I’d have developed the transition to the farm a little more ... maybe worked on a jacuzzi scene with some actual meaningful dialogue before having Erika blindfolded and strung up,” I shot back.
“Yeah, I thought about that, but to be honest, I was horny as hell that day and just had to release that tension through the writing. You understand, right?”
“Gotcha,” I replied, understanding perfectly. “Well I guess working on that chapter exorcised that demon pretty good, eh.”
“Oh man... , “ he began, “I came three times that day!”
I appreciated Dad’s candor, so I rewarded it with my own.
“I must be getting old, because I only came twice. ;)”
“Well, I’m glad that chapter helped you clean the pipes ... So what do you have in store to keep the momentum? Hopefully nothing involving eight-inch black dildos, like a certain chapter that will remain unnamed.”
“My dildo days are over. (Never thought I’d be writing that phrase at any point in my life.) I’ve got some pretty hot ideas involving some very real cocks this time.”
“I hope mine is one of them!” he announced, expectantly.
“Ohhhh you know it, old man! I’ll make sure you get plenty of action.”
“Well, that should definitely be a chapter worth reading then ... Be sure to send it over for ‘editorial approval’ as soon as it’s done. I’ll clear my schedule that day.”
“ ... And ask Mom where she put the extra bottle of Jergen’s, I bet!”
“You know me too well. :)”
Freshly inspired to continue where Dad had left off, I found time that same night, around 11 PM, to work my magic.
Breeding of Erika: Sixth Chapter
As Erika came down from her momentous orgasm, I viewed Mom in a new light. Instead of the demure woman I’d grown up with, I watched her revel in pleasuring another woman and controlling the hedonistic events unfolding before us.
“Bobby, I think we’re ready to move to the next stage,” Mom suggested. “Charlie, baby, why don’t you go sit on the sofa over there while your Dad and I take care of Erika for a little while,” she instructed.
I was aching to get in on any continuing action, but it seemed that Mom and Dad had other plans. It made me wonder how much of this was spontaneous and how much they had thoughtfully choreographed. (Later, I was to find out from Erika that she and Mom had communicated in depth about what she wanted during our meeting with them ... In particular, I learned that she specifically wanted to be bound and blindfolded during the encounter ... and she wanted to be dominated by Dad.)
With my cock still rock-hard and dripping with precum, I put Erika’s foot back down on the floor.
“You OK, babe?” I whispered in her ear and gave her a kiss. Her tongue met mine and they danced excitedly.
“Oh baby... , “ she said breathlessly after breaking the kiss. “That was amazing!”
“Well, I hope there is more ‘amazing’ to come,” I whispered, running my hand along the side of her beautiful body, before moving over to the sofa, as Mom had requested ... my hard cock proudly swayed side to side with each step.
Behind me, I heard Dad ask, “Mind if I enjoy a little dessert now, Mable?”
“Well, she’s probably a little sensitive, Mr. Evans ... Erika, are you feeling up to it?”
“If you can make me feel any better than I’m feeling right now, go ahead and help yourself,” she smiled, still seemingly in a post-orgasmic fog.
Dad looked over at me. “What a gal!” he exclaimed, flashing the smile of horny teenager. With that, Mom took over the job of holding up one of Erika’s legs, and he slowly dropped to his knees in front of her holy alter.
“Darlin’ you smell divine,” he said deeply inhaling her musky aroma just inches from her electrified twat. He leaned in and began methodically licking her thighs, where droplets of her ejaculate had streaked her legs.
“Mmmmm ... You taste as good as you smell, little girl,” he eventually remarked as he continued his slow cleanup. Once he had explored every inch of her thighs, he looked up at Mom. “Well, Mable, now I guess it’s finally time to taste the honey from the pot for the first time.”
Looking down at her husband, Mom knew just how excited he was. “A perfect snack for an old honey bear like you,” she smiled.
Looking back up at Mom, he brought his mouth inches from Erika’s bonne-bouche and began planting gentle kisses.
A smile crept across her face. “Ooohh ... That’s a lovely start,” she complemented.
“Wow ... when did you become such the gentleman, Mr. Evans ... I never suspected,” chimed in Mom.
“Don’t underestimate me, ladies,” retorted Dad, drawing a chuckle from everyone. He then returned his earnest attention to Erika’s sopping labia, delicately licking the ridge of each soft, meaty petal. Erika simply hummed her delight.
He finally brought the blade of his tongue to the bottom of her shimmering pink trough and gave it a firm lick, from taint to clit. He made sure to linger on the latter, causing her to shudder and release a small squeal.
“Looks like your little button is still pretty sensitive. How about we take things slowly,” he suggested, spreading her dark, pouty labia with his thumbs to reveal more of her hidden pink treasure. “Simply beautiful!” he exclaimed before lapping slowly at her trough.
“That’s a good boy, Mr. Evans. Clean her up good,” praised Mom, reaching down with one hand and cradling the back of his head.
Erika just smiled, put her head back, and enjoyed Dad’s erotic ministrations.
For the next few minutes Dad hungrily worshipped my wife’s willing cunt, humming and slurping eagerly as he did. Mom added to Erika’s sensations by careful attending to her torso, breasts, and nipples, which had nearly been sucked raw by Dad and me.
As I listened and watched, it got so that I could tell what Dad was doing by simply listening to Erika. When I heard her moan, I imagined his skilled tongue plumbing the depths of her vaginal opening. When she whimpered, I imagined him suckling her engorged clit or nipping on her soft labia. When she sighed, I visualized him lazily licking the length of her gash.
In no time, her labored breathing returned, signaling that she was once again slowly advancing toward an orgasmic plateau. Both Mom and Dad, with their years of experience, recognized the signs.
“Your daughter-in-law is certainly sounding recharged, Mr. Evans,” commented Mom. “Have you just about got your fill down there?”
Looking up at Mom, his mouth glistening with Erika’s juices, Dad replied, “Mable, you of all people should know I could spend weeks down here. This candied fig is divine.”
“Then why don’t you give me a little taste,” growled Mom as she grabbed him by the hair and raised him up. They pressed into her, sandwiching Erika between their bodies as they became locked in a passionate kiss. They hungrily shared her holy juices between them with Erika’s face just inches away.
“Mmmm. I’d have to say you’re right, Bobby. Our daughter-in-law is quite delicious,” Mom finally confessed after breaking the kiss. “Makes me wanna sample it from the source myself, love.”
“Be my guest,” replied Dad, carefully grabbing the leg that Mom had been holding and taking her place behind Erika.
She quickly made her way in front of Erika and knelt before her, as Dad had done.
“Oh darling ... your father-in-law is right ... that is one beautiful pussy you’ve got here,” she complemented, parting her lips. “It’s no wonder Charlie can’t get enough.”
“Believe me,” I chimed in, “it tastes as good as it looks.”
“Let me just see about that,” said Mom anxiously before being muffled by Erika’s muff. Erika gasp at the sensation of a new mouth worshipping her snatch. At the same time, I saw Mom’s right hand slide between her own legs, ensuring that she received as much pleasure as she gave.
Dad looked down and took in the sight of his wife performing cunnilingus on another woman for the first time. As she had done to him, he brought his hand down to her head and held her tight against Erika’s box. “There you go baby ... get in there ... eat her out good,” he instructed.
Mom simply replied with loud slurps and hums.
He finally looked over at me and silently mouthed, “Sooo fucking hot!”
I replied in the same manner, “I knoooow!”
He then literally took things into his own hands to increase Erika’s pleasure by releasing Mom’s head and collecting her breast in his right hand, kneading it and washboarding her nipples with his rough fingers. She threw her head back against his shoulder, enjoying each of the intense sensations streaming through her body.
“Look at your Mom go, Charlie ... Looks like she’s been eating pussy all her life ... Is there something I should know about you, Mable?” asked Dad coyly.
She released Erika’s labia with a loud “smack” and looked up at him smiling. “Well, there was that one time at a beach back before we were an item, Mr. Evans ... A girl and I took turns enjoying each other a little ... But that was a long, long time ago.”
Dad and I shot each other a pair of eyes as she went back to business on Erika’s twat. By the look on his face, I knew he and I were thinking exactly the same thing ... Didn’t Dad’s well-hung friend, Mr. Reynolds, talk about his exploits with his soon-to-be wife, Kitty, and another “out-of-town girl”? Could it have been Mom out there at Clausen’s Bend getting kinky with them? My mind reeled.
“Oohhh ... you don’t say...” said Dad giving me a knowing wink. “We’ll have to talk about that later, darling. You’ve got me real curious.”
Mom just hummed and concentrated on Erika’s ripe fruit.
“Right there, Mama ... ooohhhh right there,” whimpered Erika suddenly, and I imagined her sensitive bud getting expertly tongue-whipped.
“Here, let me help you out, little lady,” interjected Dad, as he released Erika’s tit and let his hand drift down to the back of her other thigh, lifting it up with a strong heave.
With Erika spread completely before her, Mom continued her ministrations, humming and moaning as she probed every inch of Erika’s smooth mons.
“Ohhhhhhh Mama ... you’re gonna make me cum again,” cried Erika through clinched teeth. Her stomach muscles were beginning to contract sporadically.
Hearing that, Mom again released Erika’s marinated cunny from her mouth with a loud “smack” and a satisfied “Ahhhhhh” ... As if she had just finished the final course at a Michelin three-star restaurant.
She looked up at Dad, her mouth shimmering with Erika’s juices. “Not yet, baby ... not yet ... Like you said, Bobby ... I could spend a week down there.” My folks shared a wicked chuckle, and even Erika, though panting heavily, smiled broadly ... proud of the fact that her pussy was good enough to satisfy every member of the Evans family.
“Well, Mr. Evans,” Mom continued, “Now I think it’s time for you to get that tasty little box ready for Charlie. I’m guessing he’s about to blow his top over there.”
They both looked over at me as I languidly stroked my cock and smiled. Dad was still holding Erika’s thighs apart with his strong, farmer’s hands, displaying her well-eaten gash to me. As I watched, he raised her up until his angry cock sprang forward from behind her sumptuous ass and positioned itself directly in front of her box. I was amazed that he could still point all of its 7 1/2 inch glory skyward with the same vigor of someone half his age. He smiled knowingly as his pulpy tip, drooling a clear stream of precum, rested against Erika’s loins.
“Mind if I prime the well for you, son?” he asked.
My heart pounded in my chest hearing my father ask me for permission to fuck my wife for the first time. “By the look of things, I don’t think your cock would be willing to take ‘no’ for an answer.”
“Weeellll ... Just thought I’d be polite,” he replied with a sly wink. “Eating up your gal’s pie got my old dog really jealous for a taste,” he added, shaking his hips so that his girthy cock swayed from side to side over Erika’s exposed lips. A viscous drop of precum swung from the tip as he did, indicating that it was indeed ready for a meal.
“Yeah, he’s drooling for it,” I said with a lump in my throat. “I guess you’d better feed him,” I replied with a wink.
He returned the wink. “I’ll get it good and ready for you.”
He whispered to Erika. “You ready, little lady?”
“Yesssss,” she softly replied, with a voice conjuring the seductive innocence of a girl about to lose her virginity.
“How about you, little lady?” he said looking down at Mom, who was obviously enjoying a front row seat.
“Ready as she is, Bobby ... Just do her as good as you do me, and put her on cloud nine.”
“That’s my girl,” said Dad, and then without hesitation, he slowly began rocking his hips back and forth, causing the dorsal side of his tool to slide against Erika’s slick, exposed labia ... purposefully basting his cock with her juices. The sensation of his thick cock rubbing against her clit caused Erika to moan softly in anticipation.
“Mmmmm ... It’s so warm,” she whispered
“Those slick lips down there feel pretty hot, too, darlin’” he whispered in her ear. “Do you know what we call a girl who is aching for a good fuck, Erika?”
She bit her lip as she slowly shook her head.
“We call her ‘a bitch ... in ... heat,’” he growled, enunciating each word very carefully. Then, taunting her a bit, he asked, “Are YOU a bitch in heat, darlin’?”
Still biting her lip, she nodded demurely.
“That’s what I thought ... just what I thought ... Well, don’t worry, darlin’, Papa’s gonna take care of that itch for you today,” As he talked, I saw him slowly bend at the knees, guiding the tip of his cock upward in an earnest search for its target. “Now where is that beautiful little box? ... Where’s that sweet little hole I ate so well?” he asked.
As I watched the first few fruitless jabs at Erika’s loins, I was reminded of the instinctive motions of a horny dog jabbing the air ... desperate to plant its cock in the needy cunt of his bitch. Although not an elegant comparison, Dad was that horny dog and my beautiful wife was his captured prey.
As that raw image occupied my mind, suddenly, I heard Erika gasp and saw that the very tip of Dad’s ruddy cock, wise from years of carnal experience, was finally able to sniff out the opening to her warm, waiting quim.
“Gotcha, darlin’!” he hissed, a broad smile growing across his face, knowing her delicate flower had been pinned. He stayed very still, not moving a muscle. Only the very tip of his uncut cock lay cradled between her supple dark petals. I couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of his thick shaft waiting tensely and obediently for its master’s signal to advance.
“Is your little box ready for me, baby?” I heard him whisper teasingly into her ear. “Is she hungry for her first taste of Papa?”
“Yesssss” hissed Erika, her lips trembling in anticipation. “She’s soooo hungry.”
“You hear that Mable? I’ve got a hungry pussy waiting for me.”
“Just a minute...” instructed Mom, “Since this is your first time, I want to give this a special blessing.” She sat up and brought her mouth to the point of their carnal union, and I watched spellbound as she covered Erika’s engorged clit with her mouth, lazily flicking it side to side with her tongue.
Erika squirmed and moaned at her touch. Mom then ran her tongue slowly from their tenuous union down the prominent ridge of Dad’s veiny shaft, to his smooth, pendulous ballsack. She gently collected the sack in her palm, weighing his full testes, and then gently collected one of his ripe nuts in her mouth. This time it was HIS turn to moan. She soon released it with a load “pop” and then did the same with the other. She finished her “blessing” by placing gentle kisses on each.
“Now you’re ready, baby. Feed that pussy good,” she instructed, sitting back down at their feet to enjoy the show.
Staring down at Mom, Dad’s muscled thighs and haunches began to flex, and he slowly entered Erika’s holy temple. A breathy sigh escaped her as his tip stretched her taut vaginal ring. To my surprise, he only graced her with the presence of his sheathed head for a brief moment before backing out completely ... his tip glistening with her juices.
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