Forced to let go, Collette moved her hand away as I began to slide in the last two or three inches into my mother’s ass. Only then did I realize as Sophia had knelt on the other side looking on, that her hand too had been busy.
She’d been gently fingering and fondling dad’s balls while he sat patiently waiting for me to slip my cock inside mom next to his. It was a very strange sensation initially, for all of us. The tightness of mom’s ass was unbelievable, and at first I couldn’t see how I could even possibly fuck her without making it painful.
On the other hand, she seemed to loosen a little, gradually getting used to the intrusion, and the slipperiness of the lubricant ensured that I’d be able to. Of course, there was the other sensation of me actually being able to feel dad’s cock resting next to mine, even though they weren’t doing so directly. But there was no denying the firmness and hardness I felt as our two dicks now pressed against one another,
as mom more fully skewered herself on both of us simultaneously. I could only imagine what that must have felt like for her though it was Collette who then asked the simple question.
“How does that feel anyway?” She asked. “As hot as that looks, I might want to try that one myself!”
“Unfucking, believable!” Mom exclaimed hotly. “God, I’m so fucking full of cock!” she then sighed, rocking back just a little. I felt her pull forward, likewise removing my cock not quite fully before rocking back, once again impaling herself, not only on me, but on dad as well. “That’s it…let me do it initially,” she asked, “Before the two of you go and get all carried away.”
Mom took her time too, though I was personally grateful for it. It gave me more control over myself for one thing, and for another, I was able to concentrate more fully on the exquisite sensation as well without tripping my “time to come switch” too early.
“All right girls,” mom now said, adding them in the mix. “Come suck my tits!”
With mom riding my dick and dads, the urge to splurge was bad enough, but now seeing my two sisters, each one happily and excitedly latching onto one of mom’s free swinging large breasts was almost too much to take. There’s just something about seeing that, at least for me, that had already fired things up a notch on the arousal meter, and I was quickly running out of space on the intensity meter before I let go.
“Ok you two, now you can fuck me…slowly at first, but fuck me. I’ll tell you when to speed things up, or slow things down,” she informed us. This was after all her fantasy, as much as I was enjoying it myself, I had every intention of seeing to it that hers was fulfilled to the best of my ability. And so it seemed, was dad.
He was obviously in no hurry to rush through anything either, his cock easing in and out of her cunt with a nice easy going rhythm, as I now did the same inside her ass. In seconds, we had reached an almost perfectly choreographed dance, one cock plunging in, the other coming out, back and forth simultaneously as mom’s low deep-throated moans and groans got louder and louder with each passing second.
“Suck em! Suck em hard! Bite em!” mom cried out, once again imploring my sisters as they held her enormous breasts, mouthing them sucking her hard extended nipples for all they were worth, and even then, mom deliriously now crying out in some effort to get them to do it even harder than they already were.
The sounds of what had become an almost frantic frenzy amongst all five of us together seemed to accompany the symphony of pleasured delight we all now felt. Mom cussing, spitting out vulgarities, vocalizing her passion in ways I’d never quite heard her use before. The girls, sucking, making popping sounds with their mouths on her tits,
hands kneading flesh, hands at times slapping mom’s ass as I plowed into her from behind. Once again the sound of flesh slapping flesh as I did that. Then you add the spice of liquid delight, the dessert of slick sloppy girl cream as it oozes out of her passage. Dad’s prick fucking into it, producing more, and then retreating as he continually scooped out more and more of her joy juice. It squished obscenely,
running down her legs as I knelt behind her watching it. My own cock, leaking profusely now, adding to the equally squishy sounds and pleasures as I drove in, out…and then in again, fucking into what felt like melted butter at this point.
“Fuck, fuck…fuck…fuck….fuck!” Mom wailed at nearly the top of her lungs. I was suddenly glad for the distance we had on our property to the closest neighbors, not to mention the wind still buffeting about outside the house. It was eerie in a way hearing her cry out like this, more aroused obviously, certainly wilder than I’d ever seen her look or behave before, though of course…I really had nothing to compare that with until now.
And then…it was as though the eye of the storm was passing overhead, the sudden unexpected calm, silence as she hovered there above us. The intake of her breath as she held it, as did we all. Even the furious slapping of flesh against flesh seemed to calm as the penultimate moment of her personal rapture approached, and then as the eye passed, the storm rapidly picked up gale force winds once again.
She came.
Maybe she didn’t exactly squirt, not like Collette did anyway, but her orgasm had a force of intensity unlike any I had ever seen or experienced. Even as I lost it myself, feeling my cock suddenly lurch deep inside her,
the first jettison of my spunk perfectly matching the moment of her own release, I felt her ass seize my dick, as though it had been caught in a vise. In the next instant she’d expelled me with such force that my second jettison of spunk never made it inside her, squirting well up and over her back instead.
I honestly believe her scream of pleasure had momentarily gone beyond the range of my hearing as only then did I finally see and hear her as it did, her mouth opened far longer, her breath only then coming back. And though she had forced my prick from her ass, dad was still inside her as she clamped down on him, still grinding away, the juices of her climax sounding almost too sweet as he pummeled into that slick liquid cooze from below.
Like a deflating air mattress, mom collapsed against dad, melting into him. Dad, his cock still clinging to her opening, though just barely. I sat back on my haunches, very much out of breath myself, the glistening wetness of my own spending having left tracers which now criss-crossed her back, her ass.
Dad’s cock coated thickly with what almost looked like whipping cream, most of which now leaked from her cunt, running down between mom’s legs in little rivulets of moisture, soaking the sheets. It was fascinating to watch, just sitting there taking it all in, just as my two sisters were now doing, forced to sit up having relinquished mom’s breasts, each of them absentmindedly fondling their own.
“Whose fucking next?” Sophia almost shouted a bit too early.
No one else could even respond, let alone move. Not yet anyway.
“Come here sweetie,” Collette told her. “Let me take the edge off for you,” she said. “Let them all have a moment to collect themselves, we’ve still got the better part of the day left, and all night,” she then added as she pressed my sister back onto her back, spreading her legs. For the first time in recent memory,
my cock was too spent to even lift its head in mild curiosity as she did that. Watching Collette’s tongue as it snaked out spearing my other sister’s clit, lapping away tenderly at that exposed little nubbin. I fell back onto my own back, closed my eyes and merely rewound the sensations I’d just recently experienced myself.
**
I think I drifted off, though it could only have been a few minutes, the sound of Sophia climaxing just enough to stir me from my ravelry as Collette did indeed, just take the edge off for her.
Mom and dad were too, now sitting up, watching her as she did. It didn’t take Sophia nearly as long to rejoin the living, likewise sitting up moments later.
“Ok, I think we take a fifteen, if not thirty minute break before drawing out another one,” mom said. “And if it’s something that includes your father this time, perhaps a bit longer if he needs the time,” she said looking over towards me. The smile on my face assured her I wouldn’t, if indeed I was to be called on again, provided I had at least a little time though perhaps not a full thirty minutes.
Dad went off to pee, just as I did, the girls following suit after we had. In the meantime mom had poured us all a nice tall glass of orange juice, which was sorely needed, quenching my sudden thirst and cottonmouth. We sat at the kitchen table, silently sipping our juice, eyeing one another with smiles on our faces.
And it was only the beginning.