"Kids, I'm here." Mom called, walking in my open front door without knocking.
"We are in the bedroom," my sister Ginger called out, giggling.
"I'm not sure I'm really ready for Mom to walk in here and see us naked, the sheets cum stained, and you massaging my balls," I told Ginger.
"No one is giving you a choice," she replied, "and who said she will see that anyway. I think she'd much rather be greeted by the sight of my eating your cock."
With that, Ginger rolled over and slurped my half erect equipment deep into her talented throat, before backing off and licking all around the shaft as her fingers busily played with my balls.
I sighed and sank back against the pillows, resigned to being a sex toy for my sister, and contemplated the prospect of sex with Mom. Ginger had shocked me yesterday by confessing that she had masturbated me while I was drunk on my prom night ten years before. One revelation had led to another, and Ginger had told me that she and Mom had often wished that they could fuck my bigger than average cock. Both Dad and Ginger's soon to be ex-husband, Dirk, had small cocks.
Ginger and I had ended up fucking. More amazingly, when Mom phoned to see how Ginger was tolerating her fresh separation from Dirk, Ginger had invited Mom to join us, and Mom had flown here right away. This was a lot for a bachelor in his late twenties to take in. Though no virgin, I was not used to women desiring me, especially not with the fervour Ginger was bringing to bear.
I thought that with the dawn of a new morning, Ginger would be sober and full of regret at fucking me. Instead, the prospect of licking my come out of Mom had excited Ginger so much that she had attacked my cock again while we waited, this time taking advantage of my several orgasms, which had reduced my girth a bit, and stuffing my cock up her experienced ass.
"I think I might be too big," I had warned her, "Most women won't even try and those who do usually quit after they start feeling pain,"
Ginger had kissed me and said," Shut up, Keith. I told you that I have been loyal to Dirk's tiny thing all these years, but since Dirk the pilot decided to spend his time fucking stewardesses, it wasn't just my cunt where I imagined stuffing your cock. Having seen it on prom night, I knew just how it looked, how it felt and how big it was. I had a girlfriend of mine do a plaster cast mold to match, then had a rubber dildo poured. I have been practicing with that for so long that I am hungry to swallow the real thing up my little hole."
She had then reached over and caressed my prick with one hand while she stroked her pussy with the other. I had just laid there watching as she then spread the warm ooze from her cooze onto my shaft, working her palm from the root up the shaft to the head, leaving slick streaks of fluid coating the skin, shining on the rim of the helmet. Her entire hand had embraced my girth, as she worked to make me well lubricated. She had also spread moistness back from her cunt, inside her buttocks, encircling her anus. She had moaned and lifted her hips, propelling my cock toward the temptation of her wet rear entrance.
I thought about stopping her for a condom, but realized she had not had sex except with Dirk, and though he fooled around, she had gotten AIDS tested, and had not fucked in ages before we had shared our desires yesterday.
My hips instinctively twitched and pulled my cock back, expecting the rejection which usually occurred as every woman I was trying to have anally felt how fat I was and resisted the strength of my thrusts. Ginger had sighed and kissed down my chest, wriggling her hips to lower her ass to the tip of my thickening organ. "The real thing is much warmer than my dildo, and the flood of sperm into my ass will be divine."
Ginger rode me with her back straight, facing me, rocking as she pumped up and down. I helped things along at first by reaching out to her bountiful tits and tweaking her already excited nipples, pulling the red tips away from the soft mounds.
"Oh, Keith, your fingers feel so much better than the clothespins I use as nipple clamps when I jill off imagining this moment."
Her long hair fell over us like a tent as she bent forward. I knew just what she needed and took first one and then the other nipple into my mouth. The first round, I just rolled them around with my tongue, my lips loose around the flesh. The second time each nipple entered through my lips, I closed around the base and sucked forcefully. The third time, I added teeth, just grazing the rough bumps on the rim of each nipple. On the fourth rounds, I bit down until she winced.
"Too hard?" I had asked.
"Never too rough, Keith, after years of dreaming of this, I want all you can give me."
Her face had flushed, aglow with passion as she pushed her ass slowly back, easing her way onto my cock an inch at a time. I had expected her to quit at any step, but she never did. Instead, she picked up the pace, straightening her spine as she did so, and her face rising to kiss me, her heavy tits pressing into my chest.
At that point, my cock had already started to throb, warning that a fresh orgasm was likely soon. Ginger must have felt it too. She took my hand and guided it between our bodies to her pussy. "Here, Keith, stroke me with your fingers, just like I do when I am alone imagining this"
"Your cunt is so wet."
"And my clit is so hot for your touch."
Ginger had rocked back, making my whole cock sink into her hole, and then she bounced up and down. "Yesssss...." she sighed, "can you feel my pussy walls squeezing your hand?"
She had then begun using my hand like a dildo, fucking my fingers. I had just enough room to twirl a bit, trapping her clit between my fingertips. Her wetness was flooding our bellies, lubricating her skin and easing her sliding back and forth on my cock as it throbbed in her ass.
"Come on, baby, fill my ass with your cum," she had then screamed, bouncing even harder. I had been afraid of hurting her, and suddenly I had been the one feeling discomfort as her weight drove me against the bed.
I had then slid one of my fingertips gently underneath her, stretching to tease the tautly stretched muscle that was milking my prick, rubbing the narrow area where cunt bent around to meet ass, marveling at her unabashed passion. Her petite ass was stretched like the opening of a tunnel, and my cock was the morning train.
"I love how your cock feels ramming up my ass," my sister panted, thrusting against me.
"I'm about to cum," I remember screaming. It was a good thing no one else was there.
Ginger had then reached around somehow and gave my balls a quick squeeze, triggering an explosion of cum into her bowels.
"Yesssss, fill meeeee," Ginger had yelled, arching back against me, her own orgasm making her muscles milk my cock, the shaft frozen in place. My seed had just kept pumping out even as the first streams were leaking out of my sister's ass. Ginger had grabbed my hand and used them to cup her tits. My fingers had twisted her nipples, as if pulling out the length of her climax. I had tried to shift a paw to her clit, but she stopped me.
