CHAPTER SEVEN
Marsha was groggy and disoriented when she woke up. Blankly, she looked at her naked body beneath the wrinkled robe that covered her, and then it all came back to her. She and her mother had sucked each other's cunt! And they had climaxed in each other's hot mouth! And what climaxes! The tangy aroma of pussycream was still in her nostrils; the tacky smears of her mother's love-juices still stuck to her nose and cheeks. Now she knew the wonders of a another woman's loving tongue, and why some women believed it was the greatest; only a woman truly knew the secret of another females' body. She didn't feel dirty or perverted, the way people said you would. She felt free! Free from convention and the gnawing desires that she couldn't name.
She sat up and looked around the room. The TV triggered another memory. That incredible story! No wonder, she thought, I'm the way I am; the whole family has the same burning desires. Maybe everyone does, but my family had the courage to follow their feelings, she thought. Stretching her stiff body she ran a hand through her thick blonde hair and chuckled, knowing she sounded stupid, and not caring. She was wonderfully alive and a whole new world spread out before her. She felt like an explorer; an explorer with a whole world of sexual pleasures spread out before her, just waiting for her to chart a course. And she owed it all to her mother, and the original explorers of her loving family. Her head snapped around to the TV and the images of her family came back to her. She blushed as she tried to envision herself among them. Could she really fuck her own father - stepfather! - and uncle? Would they even want her?
She put on her robe and tiptoed up the carpeted stairway, feeling her way through the darkness, not wanting to make the slightest noise. A world of sexual adventure waited for her, but she was unsure of her first step. How would she start? It was something she had to ask her mother about. When she reached the top of the stairs she heard a small muffled moan. It sounded familiar and she strained her ears trying to place it. It came again as she started up the hallway; a sensual sound, followed by a rhythmic whoosh, like air being pumped in and out of a balloon. Her body quivered in response to the unnamed stimuli. Quietly, she padded barefoot down to Peter's room. The sounds were coming from inside.
Bewildered, she put her ear to the door. She heard muted grunts and groans; a familiar female sigh was almost loud. Dismayed, she dropped to the floor and tried to look through the keyhole. In the half-light, she could only see moving shadows, but passion-filled voices came to her. Her mouth gaped as the words came to her.
"Ohhhh, Peter! Fuck my pussy! Harder! Make me cum! Oh, God ... yesssss!"
"Yeah! Oh, Momma! Squeeze my prick!"
They were fucking! Peter! Carol! Her mother! Her mind ran a gauntlet of emotions: envy, jealousy, love, lust, then, the mist cleared as the rightness of it all came to her. The initiation of the young! This was the way it was meant to be. She was sure of it.
Hands against the door, Marsha's body heated up and her cunt contracted. She shivered as a stream of sizzling pussycream filled her cunt. Squeezing her thighs together, a thrill shot up her spine as she envisioned her handsome brother and beautiful mother fucking each other, their bodies moving up and down as one; his heavy cock plunging in and out of her juicy blonde muff. In her mind she could see Carol's cunt surrounding Peter's cock, her legs wrapped tightly across his back; her hands gripping the cheeks of his ass, kneading them, urging them forward.
The mental movie, stimulated by the sounds of their passion, rolled through her mind, flashing vivid, sexual, images of the people she loved on her brain. Marsha squeezed her still-sore tits, until the nipples stood stiff, then she roughly stuck her middle finger up her sopping cunt, twisting it back and forth as it scraped along the fiery walls of her pussy. A wave of dizziness swept over her and she slumped to the floor, her legs akimbo. A kaleidoscope of brilliant colors erupted before her eyes. Her finger rammed up her cunt without mercy. She clamped her jaw tightly as a hot orgasm rippled over her.
Her mother's voice, in the throes of her own orgasm, came to her, enflaming her; driving her on to greater heights. She squeezed her eyes shut and raced her finger over the silky-slick, pink bud of her clitoris. Cum! Cum! she begged. Oh, God, how she wanted them! Peter's cock filling her up; Carol's lips on her naked cunt, sucking her clit. She wanted to suck on his cock, feel his cum splash in her mouth. She wanted to taste the tangy flavor of her mother's cuntjuice.
Marsha's thumb massaged her clit and two fingers explored the sticky wetness of her pleasure-raw pussy. Clamping her thighs around her twisting right hand, she rocked her hips back and forth, fucking herself on her stiff, sticky, fingers. Another cum eluded her. She rolled the hardened nipples of her tits around in the palm of her left hand, then pushed the large globes to her mouth. Her tongue sent tingling sensations across the sensitive flesh, causing her cunt to contract and imprison her demanding fingers.
"Fuck! Fuck! Oh, how I need a cock in me!" she hissed into the darkness. Her eyes focused on the door of her parent's room, just yards away, and a vision of her father's long, slender cock, slimy with cum, lit up her mind like a neon sign. She licked her lips. So close! So far! Could she do it? In her mind, the door seem to surge back and forth, taunting her. She hesitated. The sound of her mother cumming, reaching an unscaled peak, came to her.
Yes! Yes, she could!
Marsha pulled her fingers from her pulsing cunt; silvery strands of cum-juice clinging to them. She licked them clean, savoring the tart cunt flavor on her tongue. She smiled at the door hiding her brother and mother from the night, then silently, like a cat, she crossed the hall, to her father's door and slowly opened it.
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Mike Bradford was sprawled across the king-sized bed, his body partially uncovered. Even in the half-light, Marsha could tell that he was naked beneath the sheet. A tingling sense of anticipation clutched at her heaving chest as she leaned against the bedroom door. Anticipation gave way to sexual excitement as her father rolled over, exposing his cock and balls. They dangled snake-like between his legs. Marsha clutched her stomach as her cunt began to flow anew. She was amazed at the amount of juice she was producing. Mike's legs opened wide. She smiled and licked her lips hungrily. She knew precisely what she was going to do.
She shrugged out of her robe, and let it fall to the floor. The bed sagged - just a bit - under her weight. When she folded her body against his, he responded by moving closer. Her full, super-sensitive tits rubbed up against his warm skin, and sent a tingling up her spine. His hand brushed her tangle of blonde cunt-hair, and she shivered.
Gently rubbing the tips of her fingers along his arms and legs, she felt the heat of his body, the light mist of perspiration on his flesh. He murmured in his sleep as her trembling fingers, gently, touched his flaccid shaft, barely stroking it.
No, don't wake up, Daddy dear, she thought, not yet. Not until I want you too. Her warm hand cupped his heavy balls. She rolled them in the palm of her hand and played with the thick strands of hair before putting them down and fondling his cock. Mike's prick jerked in her hand, the heat activating it, giving it life. Her thumb rubbed across the sensitive knob, and his shaft stiffened. Holding her prize firmly in her right hand, she got on her hands and knees and straddled her father's sleeping form. She positioned her corn-silk pussy just inches from his nose and mouth, knowing that the heavy, sex-flavor aroma of her cunt would soon fill his nostrils, and his brain. In the darkness, she heard him stiff and loudly lick his lips. She smiled.
Gently, ever-so-gently, Marsha rubbed her cunt-fur over his face. She felt him twitch as the pubic strands tickled his mouth and nose. Her hand kneaded his slender rod, working it to full length and hardness. Wide-eyed, she watched it grow from her ministrations and marveled as the lean, marble-hard prick reached full erection.
Mike groaned and his breathing became deeper, more rapid, matching Marsha's as the tension built up in her. His cock twitched in her sweaty hand, and she stared at the pisshole, seeing it as a one-eyed monster. Panting, she flicked her tongue over it, washing the crown with her saliva. The taste was musky, with a hint of salt.
Wonderful!
With a smile of triumph, Marsha lowered her blonde head and his shaft sank into the warm moistness of her mouth. She heard a gravel-like groan from her father, and felt his hips begin to slowly rotate, moving his awakened prick around in the hotness of her mouth.
