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A FAMILY PACT
(edited by EROS!)
Part 1.
It was one of those fantastically languid moments. The intensity of
the orgasm left my mind blank, spent. My whole body was weak as I lay on
the couch, afraid that I might just flow off it into a puddle on the
floor. I open my eyes and see my wife's back, lightly tanned, and the twin,
creamy firm orbs of her paler buttocks, mechanically, automatically,
rising and falling over my softening cock. Nina is still milking the
last out of her intensely powerful orgasm... but I am totally spent.
I hear a noise, and there in the doorway is Sue, our youngest
daughter. Only a girl, yet so grown-up-looking and womanly-wise.. She
has been watching us make love... watching my long, thick cock pound up
inside her mother's clasping, bouncing cunt until finally we both
achieved the delicious release we were striving for.
Young Sue stares at us through passion-glazed eyes, her own voyeuristic
arousal patently obvious. The crotch of her white leotard has bunched
between the lips of her young pussy, and her wetness has stained through,
to sensuously darken the thin strip of fabric pulled tightly into her
slit. She is such a gorgeous-looking girl, her long, blonde hair
cascading down her back, her long, slender legs muscular and tanned. I
feel the need to say something to my wife, warn her that our daughter is
watching us make love... but I'm so spent that I cannot speak. Somehow it
doesn't seem wrong to let her watch. It all seems so... so natural.
My cock softens so that the head drops out of the grasp of my wife's
tight clinging cunt and thuds against my stomach. It is oiled with our
fluids, gleaming in the light of the fire that burns next to us. Nina's
rhythmic motion is so subtle now I can only discern it from the
contractions of her shoulders, I cannot detect the small rise and fall of
her body. She still straddles me, and beneath the cleft of her buttocks I
can see the stringy droplets resulting from our friction spilling from
her and sticking to the dewy hair on my upper thighs. Her right hand
reaches behind her, between her parted thighs, and I feel Nina's fingers
curl around my limp prick. I can feel her finger-tips adhere to the goo
that coats my cock, and the tightness of the sticky bond when she pulls
her hand away.
Nina lifts herself off me, swinging her leg over my chest. I can
see her thighs gleam from our spill. She walks over to the chair were the
towel lies spread, our pubic hair scattered and stuck to the threads by
the shaving lubricant we used earlier. From her silhouette projected on
the wall I watch as Nina wipes herself clean. I look around the shadowy
room with the flicking flames casting a varied depth of light, but cannot
see Sue. Nina leaves, after finding the towel was soiled, to wash
herself. I lie naked on my back and close my eyes.
I remember our love-making.
I can feel the walls of Nina's cunt engulf me, slipping over my
erection like a soft suede glove flexes and grips my fingers. And the way
her the muscles of her vagina rippled over the length of cock once it was
fully embedded in her. At that moment I was lost, clenching and
unclenching my scrotum and feeling the vibrations pulse along my length.
My eyes closed. Nina pulsing my cock. I don't know where I was, somewhere
in the agony before the ecstasy. Another universe. Then I feel one of
Nina's fingers joining my cock in her cunt. Tonight she feels the not
infrequent need to really have her cunt really stretched. It felt good.
Nina's cunt massaged me, her finger massaged me, the nail at its end
scratching against the underside of my cock head, its hardness muted by
the wetness of Nina's secretions. It was so weird. I just lay there,
trying to control my eruption. Then Nina spasmodically rose and dropped
hard onto my prick. I knew she was coming. Her finger pressed against my
cock and her palm ground against her clit with the rhythm of our fucking,
and I came too.
I return to the present. Reliving that orgasm, each sensation is some
catharsis to reenter the real world. My brain is here. The room is dark,
and only red embers glow from the fire place. The wood is damp and the
room smoky, it reminds me of the wet Appalachian apple orchards of the
harvest times of my youth. Naked I throw some more logs on the coals and
stoke the fire. The little light from the fireplace emits a gauzy
reflection off the window panes, but I see a slender figure beyond them
on the screen porch. The flames behind me warm my back and backside, but
my chest feels cold. I can almost feel the damp coldness wash over from
the lake through the close door.