

                           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.
