My stepsister Lucy has the face of an angel, the body of a pornstar and is a five carat bitch! The fact that at 19 she's a year older than me seemed to think it gave her the right to boss me around.
It was "Tony do this", "Tony fetch that". If it weren't for the fact that my dad asked me to be especially nice to her because she still hadn't got over the death of her own father in a car crash two years ago, I would have dealt to the tart!
Dad - he's 48 and a high-profile criminal defense lawyer - married Lucy's mom Linda, a highly desirable ex-lingerie model, a year ago and they'd moved into our luxury mansion on the outskirts of Dallas. Lucy seemed to think she owned it.
I guess it would never have happened had it not been for my teenage randyness. One hot summer afternoon, I'd been lying by the pool in a little thong, Dad was out of town on some big trial, mom had gone shopping and Lucy told me she was "taking a siesta, so don't fuckin' disturb me".
When I thought the coast was clear, I snuck into the house and crept into my parents' bedroom. In the corner of the spacious room was a large hamper and in it I found what I'd been looking for - Linda's panties!
At 40-years-old, Linda was still an extremely attractive brunette, although her breasts - about 38-inchers, I guessed - were starting a slight sag southwards. I'd seen pictures of her on the internet in her glory days, modelling racy lingerie - what a stunner. And Lucy had inherited her looks - and her body!
Delving into the hamper I soon found what I was looking for - a pair of black, shiny satin panties and a lovely red thong, a new addition to her sexy underwear collection, I guessed. I sniffed the thong, then checked the panties.
I decided on the thong for my face - it was much more aromatic, and the panties for my cock. Slipping off my own thong, I stood in front of the full length mirror by the dressing table and admired myself.
While not a fitness buff like dad, I still had a well muscled frame and although my prick was only seven inches when fully aroused, I was proud of it. The thong went over my face, gusset properly positioned, and the panties over my uncut cock.
I was just starting to enjoy myself, loving the perfume from the thong and the slippery feel from the panties, when I heard a car driving into the garage. In a flash, the panties and thong were back in the hamper, my thong was back on and I darted downstairs and leapt into the pool. Phew!
I'd been doing lengths for some time, when Linda walked out onto the deck at the back of the house. She was wearing tight jean cut-offs which displayed her lovely long legs, and a little halter top, which showed her fully-breasted boobs to great effect.
"Hi, Tony," she smiled down at me, as I trod water. "Would you mind popping upstairs and coming to my study - I've something I want you to see." As casually as I could, in view of the fact I'd earlier been sniffing her panties, I towelled down and went up to her study, which was a crowded room, adjoining my parents' bedroom. There, to my surprise, was not only Linda but also Lucy, looking like a cat who's just caught the canary. She was wearing a tiny bright red bikini, so I was pleased I'd got the beach towel wrapped firmly around my middle!
Linda was seated at her computer screen and I saw her zip drive was attached to a digital camera, which looked like Lucy's. The first dawning that something was up came to me. "Have a look at this, Tony," said my stepmom, settling back comfortably into her leather chair.
She pressed a button and up on the screen came a picture of something that was very fresh in my memory. There I was, in all my naked glory, thong on face, panties on cock. "Rather a nice picture, don't you think?" Linda asked, sweetly. "Taken by Lucy here from my walk-in wardrobe. It's rather good of my panties and your thong looks lovely, Lucy." Lucy snickered, revelling in my discomfort.
"Tell me, Tony," Linda asked, as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, "which did you prefer - my panties, or Lucy's thong?" I gulped, then stammered: "Er, er, gosh, er, they're both lovely, mom." Linda laughed. "Well, since you can't make up your mind, we'll have to give you a taste test with the real thing."
"A taste test?" I cried, hardly believing my ears. "Yup," said Linda, "a taste test. After all, if you're going to be our tongue slave, it's only fair that you find out which pussy you prefer!"
My mind was in a maelstrom. "Er, mom," I began, "look, I'm terribly sorry, it was a mistake, a once-off aberration, it will never happen again - honest!" Linda eyed me, all sweetness gone. "Don't fucking lie to me, Tony," she snapped. "You may be able to lie to that all-trusting father of yours, but don't insult my intelligence."
With a curt "Look!" Linda pressed another button. Up came a picture of me in her bedroom, naked, stroking my cock with a pair of red panties on my face. Another click: a little black g-string clung to my face, a thong on my cock. "Want any more from my collection, you miserable little wanker?" my stepmom demanded. I hung my head. "No, mom," I whispered. "Lucy," said Linda, as she closed down the computer. "Get on the bed and we'll see if he's as good with his tongue as he is with his fist." Lucy skipped from the study into the bedroom. Linda then reached out and ripped the towel from my middle. A tell-tale bulge in my still wet thong betrayed my emotions.
"They're damp, darling," said my stepmother, now back to her "sweet" self. "Take 'em off!" I obeyed, to reveal my stiff prick. Linda ignored it. "Get into the bedroom!" I walked in, horribly aware that Lucy would now be seeing my stiffy - still, I guess she'd photographed it often enough for it to make no difference, the bitch!
Lucy was lying back on her mom's bed, pillows piled behind her back. She had removed her bikini bottom and her gorgeously tanned thighs were splayed wide, providing an unhindered view of her shaved snatch, its pink pussy lips gleaming.
"OK, tongue slave," snapped my stepsister, "show me how good you are!" I climbed onto the bed, dimly aware that behind me, Linda had slipped out of her jean cut-offs and halter top. I glanced to see she was topless, her heavy breasts sagging somewhat but still oh so suckable. On her middle was a tiny little pink g-string, which was so sheer it revealed her piss flaps pressed against the material.
As I lowered my face to her daughter's minge, I was vaguely aware that Linda was aiming Lucy's digital camera at the scene so not only had my wanking humiliation been caught on film, soon my pussy adoration would be, too. But then the fantastic aroma of Lucy's crotch invaded my senses and obliterated all other thoughts. I began to work with my tongue.
CHAPTER 2:
Lucy had fleshy pussy lips, and her cunt was wet. I worked my way around her crevices, trying to perform an erotic and satisfying mouth job on her sweet snatch, but Lucy was in no mood for slow seduction.
Grabbing my long still damp hair, she snapped: "Oh for fuck's sake, Tony, get on with it, I don't want you slobbering down there all fucking afternoon!" Linda chided: "Language, Lucy, language" but I could tell she was busily snapping the scene.
I transferred my sole attention to my stepsister's clitoris, licking and laving there until I knew I had her undivided attention. Soon she was panting, then moaning and finally - with a grunt - Lucy announced: "About fucking time, tongue slave!" So much for thanks for a job well done!
Linda placed the camera on the bedside table and climbed onto the bed. "Righto, Lucy, you can go and do whatever you want to do - but first, fetch me a beer from the fridge, there's a pet," she said, "I'm so thirsty I could drink the Dallas Cowboys under the table."
As Lucy departed, after pulling her bikini bottom back on, I was presented with another pussy to worship. Linda lay back on the propped up pillows, hunched up and pulled the g-string from her minge. I noted that her pussy was free of hair save for a wisp of light brown thatch at her mons. Her piss flaps were full and lush, larger than Lucy's. Her sex juices gave off an aroma that was giddying in its deliciousness.
As I lowered my mouth to Linda's quim, she stroked my head and spoke softly: "I'm not as impatient as my dear daughter, Tony, so you can take your time. I'm going to quite enjoy you down there all afternoon, if necessary." I inhaled deeply and plunged into my task. My first foray was to press my tongue against her lovely brown puckered anus, which I worshipped for a minute or so before transferring my attentions to her sopping wet cunt. Next I laved up one side of her outer labia lips, then down the other before driving my tongue along the central groove of her sex and alighting on her clit.
As I reached that sweet little bud, Linda placed a hand on my head and stroked it. "That's so nice, Tony," she whispered. "When I put my hand on your head it means carry on at that spot. When I take it away, move on."
I pulled back and spoke: "Yes, mom, I understand." Linda hushed me. "Shh, Tony, your task is to worship, not to speak, get back to work." I dived back to her clitoris and then continued my slow journey all over her secret parts.
When Lucy walked in with a foaming glass of Becks - my dad's favorite beer - Linda accepted it, took a sip and told her daughter: "A few shots for the record, darling, then you can go do whatever you want." Lucy obliged, capturing my premiere performance at her mother's minge, before leaving.
My tongue was now at her cunt, and Linda placed a hand on my head. I worshipped the dripping orifice and then she whispered: "Flat tongue my clit now, darling!" It wasn't a request, it was a command and I obeyed it. Then Linda was graunching and grinding against my mouth as she stormed to her climax.
I pulled away from her sweet-smelling snatch, and Linda looked down at my sweat and juice-stained face. "Not bad, Tony, not bad at all," she smiled. "You'll do. Now a couple of things - any trouble from you and your father gets presented with the evidence. That would make him very, very cross, wouldn't it?" I nodded. "And you don't want to make him very, very cross, do you?" I nodded again. "Fine," said Linda, swinging her lovely long legs from the bed and pulling her g-string back on. "The call of 'tongue slave' from either me or Lucy means you drop whatever you're doing and get to us on the double. Got it?" I indeed had "got it".
"What if you both call at the same time, mom," I inquired, a question I now realise was impertinent. But Linda didn't take exception to it. With a laugh she answered: "Moms take precedence over sisters, Tony!"
And that was the start of my oral servitude to my stepmom and stepsister, although I wasn't pressed back into service again until late that night. I must have fallen asleep and when I came to I thought it was a phone ringing.
Then, through my stirring senses, I heard Lucy call "Tongue slave! Tongue fuckin' slave!" I dragged myself naked from my bed into her bedroom. It was almost midnight, the sheets were pulled back, Lucy was wearing a see-through teddy and no knickers. She was splayed for my task.
I gave her a quick tongue job and after my exertions her only comment had been "Now fuck off!" Just as I was climbing back into bed, I heard a much softer voice. "Tongue slave? Calling tongue slave!" I went to Linda's bedroom and serviced her.
So it went on, for several days, Lucy the five-carat bitch using me to appease her sex drive, Linda being far more pleasant in her demands, although both pussies gave me aching jaws some days.
Finally, father returned from his court case. But even though he was back, my trials at the two demanding pussies was not over. Whenever he was at his office, I was at the beck and call of Lucy and her mother. I decided it was time to tell dad.
CHAPTER 3:
It was a Saturday morning and Linda and Lucy dressed up in their mall shopping gear. Linda leaned over and pecked my father on the cheek. "See you Tom, Lucy and I are off to shop at the mall, I need some fresh lingerie." Linda stared at me.
Lucy gaily announced: "And I need some new thongs." Then she, too, stared at me. Dad grunted, and put down the sports section. The sound of their car faded into the heat of the Dallas morning and dad eyed me: "Get in my office, I want to talk to you - now!"
I trudged sullenly upstairs and walked through the bedroom to the study next door. There sat my dad, at the scene of my earlier humiliation before Linda and Lucy. Dad had switched the computer on. He punched a button and demanded: "What the fuck's this?"
There was the evidence of my masturbatory games with Linda and Lucy's lingerie. There, also, were several pictures of me servicing the pair as a tongue slave. In some I was lying on my chest at work, in others I was flat on my back as they face sat me.
I gabbled out my explanation to dad, how I had been caught and rather than allow Linda to inform on me had capitulated to their sex demands. "Why the fuck did you do that, son?" dad asked. "You were caught panty sniffing. Nothing wrong with that.
"Males throughout this fair land enjoy smelling lady's lingerie - as long as it's sexy lingerie and as long as it smells good. It's one of the nation's national pasttimes, below football and baseball, sure, but a helluva long way ahead of golf!"
Dad eyed me disgustedly. "Know what you are son?" I shook my head. "You're fuckin' pussy whipped, that's what you are. They're pussy whipping you, boy!" I looked at the floor. Then dad stood and put his arm around my shoulders: "Leave it to me. Get to your room boy and wait for my call."
I scampered away and read magazines for an hour or two. Finally, mom and Lucy returned home. On entering the house I heard my father roar: "You two get up here!" I had never him bellow like it, not even in a trying court case.
I heard Linda and her daughter pass my door, then enter the bedroom. The door slammed shut and I heard my father shouting, but I couldn't make out the words. Finally there was quiet. About 20 minutes after the pair had entered the bedroom, there was a tap on my door. I opened it. Standing there was my father, naked, his uncircumcised cock standing to stiff attention.
"Shorts off son and follow me!" he ordered. I stripped and walked behind him to the bedroom. When he stood back so I could enter first, the scene was an eye opener.
On the huge double bed were Linda and Lucy. Both were naked. Both were tied to the bed, Linda on the left as I looked at it. Her right wrist and right ankle were strapped to the bed with shiny black stockings. Lucy's left wrist and ankle were similarly bound.
At the head of the bed, Linda's left wrist was bound by a stocking to Lucy's right wrist. At the foot of the bed, Lucy's right ankle was bound to her mother's left. My father had tied an extra stocking to those bonds in the middle of the bed, thus keeping the women's arms and legs flat down on the mattress. As I surveyed the bondage scene my penis rose to full erection. They were a mouth-watering sight.
Pop shut the door behind him and walked to the foot of the bed. "Right, Tony," he instructed, "you take your stepmom, I'll take the teeny." And with that he knelt on the bed, cock stiff. I did the same on Linda's side of the bed and placed my hard-on at her pussy lips.
"No boy," said my father, "first give her a lick, get her aroused - but only do it as long as you want, not as long as she wants!" I lowered my mouth to Linda's by now very familiar pussy and started licking, aware that to my side, my dad was doing the same to Lucy.
"Now lick her titties - she likes that," said dad, as he rose from Lucy's snatch to lick and kiss at the 19-year-old's large brown breasts, with the white bikini lines down the centers of the globes. I did the same to mom. Linda's breasts were full and heavy, her nipples standing erect, their large areolae gleaming with perspiration.
"Next it's cocks to cunts, boy," announced my dad, hoisting himself to place his cock at Lucy's cunt. For the first time, my stiff cock head lay on Linda's weeping vagina. "And enter!" cried dad. We both thrust up our respective targets, and I felt the tightness of Linda's cunt dragging my foreskin back to the hood as I drove up her.
As I fucked her, I noticed that Linda was giving me a faint smile, then she planted a lingering kiss on my mouth. Dad and Lucy were also smooching as they fucked. "Fuck me," Linda whispered in my ear, and no sooner had I increased the pace than I heard her daughter cry out: "Fuck me, daddy!"
But daddy was in charge and he let Lucy and Linda know it. "Time for a tit fuck, son," he instructed, and we both pulled our pussy-glistening stiffies from the women's cunts and placed them between their lovely breasts mounds. "And now their mouths, boy," he ordered, placing his cock circumcised by the tightness of Lucy's sex passage to the girl's mouth. She licked and sucked at it avidly. Linda was no less keen to take my seven-inches, although she didn't deep throat me, porno-style, but simply fellated the upper three inches or so of my cock.
Finally, I could stand it no longer and I exploded into the lovely Linda's mouth, one, two, three blasts of semen. Pop came too, only a minute or so later.
We both lay back on the side of our respective fucks and when we had recovered, dad - ever the lawyer - lay down the law. "Right, you two tarts," he drawled, "now listen up. From now on there's no more 'tongue slave' shit for the boy here.
"From now on it's Sex Slut No 1 - that's you Linda, because you are old enough to know better - and Sex Slut No 2, that's you, Lucy. Me and Tony call out those four little words and the number that's called comes running."
He paused dramatically, just as he did before making a telling point to a jury. "Do I hear any arguments?" Linda smiled: "No, darlin', none at all." Lucy nodded: "No, daddy." Daddy smiled: "Great. And around the house you either go naked, or you wear sexy lingerie - after all, that's what got the boy into trouble, ain't it?" Both women nodded.
After dinner that evening, pop ordered Linda and Lucy to put on a demonstration of lap dancing for us - we'd all been drinking, the women wines, pop and me beer. Then, with an exaggerated yawn, pop said: "I'm off to bed. Sex Slut No 1!" Linda smiled and stood to leave with him in her lap dancing g-string and quarter-cup bra.
I looked across at Lucy and smiled: "I'm off to bed too, Lucy, night." The teenager looked a trifle relived, I thought, or I may have been dreaming.
I climbed into bed and checked my watch. It was half an hour to midnight. I lay and quietly stroked myself. Just before my bedside clocked ticked over from 11.59 to midnight, I called out: "Sex Slut No 2!"
The door to my bedroom opened within a minute. Lucy stood by the side of the bed, a black PVC open-breasted bra thrusting her lovely young boobs high. At her crotch gleamed a black PVC crotchless thong.
Lucy climbed in beside me and I ran my hand over her crotch. It was, as my father would have put it, "moister'n the Mississippi".
I lay on top of her, pressing my rigid cock into her cunt, and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks for taking the pictures, Lucy!"
She smiled wickedly. "Tony, it was my pleasure!"
The bitch!
I Lick Lucy Pt. 02
CHAPTER 4:
The following morning over breakfast, Lucy entered the off-kitchen dining area wearing one of her itsy-bitsy, tenny-weeny bikini outfits, which sent my cock northwards in my tight little red satin shorts. Mom was already preparing juices and eggs at the kitchen bench, clad in a silk robe which did not cover the bottom of her lovely buttocks. Dad arrived in a little black posing pouch, which bunched his equipment.
As mom sat down and we started eating, I thought she looked stunning but my staring was interrupted. "How did you sleep, son," Pop asked. "Very well, pop," I replied, omitting to mention the hour-long fuck I'd enjoyed with Lucy starting at midnight. Lucy grinned at me – what a difference a night makes!
Breakfast over, my father stood and walked around to where Lucy was sitting, finishing her coffee. He placed his hand gently on her shoulder, bent and whispered in her ear: "Sex Slut No 2." Lucy made as if to gulp down her coffee, but Pop, his cock starting to strain in his satin pouch, stroked her hair: "No rush, hon – finish your coffee."
Lucy drained her coffee, dabbed her lips on a napkin and almost sprinted from the eating section. Mom looked across at me, her deep brown eyes gleaming, a broad grin on her face. I could have sworn she raised her eyebrows in a silent question. I felt my cock stirring in the shorts and stood. "Clear the table and put the dishes in the cleaner," I ordered, and then to make my intentions crystal clear, added "Sex Slut No 1". Mom immediately sprang into action. As calmly as I could I walked to my bedroom and leaving my door wide open, slid off my shorts and lay back on the bed, sporting what to my eyes was a beautiful boner. I didn't have to wait long.
Mom arrived within a couple of minutes and I was delighted to see she had made a brief call en route in her bedroom, as she was now dressed erotically, as per Pop's instructions from yesterday.
Linda's garb consisted of a sheer black satin playsuit, open at the breasts and cut there to provide a nice uplift to her kissable boobs. The garment was crotchless, her pussy lips pinkish red and inviting. On her feet she wore stilettos.
Kneeling beside the bed, Mom accepted my seven-inch stiffy as I rolled over onto my side so I was right on the edge of the bed. As she sucked on my erection, Mom slipped her shoes off, then climbed onto the bed, presenting her bare arse globes to my face and lowering her upper body to once more take my cock into her mouth.
I inhaled the musky scent of her sex and for the very first time in my life enjoyed the delights of soixante-neuf. I was no virgin, of course, but my previous two serious girlfriends, while allowing the fuck had always regarded oral sex in any form as "dirty" – the stupid tarts!
Sensing my growing ardour, Mom pulled her mouth from my glistening cock head and removed her crotch from my mouth. Then, squatting above me, she lowered her steamy snatch onto my hard-on, driving down until her pubic mound slammed against mine. Laying down, she pressed her upper body to mine, kissing me softly on the mouth.
As Linda had left my bedroom door open, from the hallway we could then hear the unmistakeable sounds of Lucy reaching an extremely noisy climax, a commotion which raised a question from Mom: "And how many times did you fuck your sis, darling?" I grinned up at her, feeling her pussy pounding up and down on me. "Only once, Mom," I replied, "but it lasted quite a while."
Linda returned my grin and announced: "Great, I love a man who can last quite a while!" And from the hallway we heard my father give out a bellow as his orgasm obviously reached climactic proportions in my parents' bedroom.
Mom gave me a sluttish, open-mouthed kiss and whispered: "Now suck on my titties, Tony, so I can come too!" I raised my head slightly and took one darkened and erect nipple in my mouth and sucked hard. Then, tracing my tongue across her heaving breasts, I transferred the sucking to the nipple's twin.
The titillation of her titties soon worked its magic and Mom started to buck and writhe with ever-increasing intensity on my stiffy until, with a moaning, groaning "Oh fuck me, darling, fuck me!" Mom collapsed on me, spent and satiated.
Which was all very well for Mom. I pulled out from her cunt and decided that if she was to be Sex Slut No 1 she may as well live up to the billing. Standing beside the bed I helped her to her feet, turned her round so her back was to me and pushed so she had to place her hands on the mattress for support. Sensing my desires, Linda widened her stance, spreading her feet wide.
Putting one hand on her right arse cheek, the other on my boner, I guided my cock back into her cunt, then reached around with my now free hand and cupped her lush left breast. Pounding against her buttocks, I thrilled at the feeling of the fleshy globes banging into my belly and pubic bone, then my cream started to surge from my balls until I spent my load in her. Panting, I pulled away and collapsed on the bed, pulling her down onto me.
From the hallway came the sound of a slow hand-clapping. There, framed in the doorway, stood Pop and Lucy, both naked, my stepsister's hand fondling Pop's penis. "Once you two have recovered from all that humping and bumping join us in the lounge – I'm planning a pool party for this afternoon."
Mom jumped up and ran to the bathroom, presumably to "tidy up" as they say. I pulled on a black satin thong, which I liked to sunbathe in beside our pool.
Downstairs, I found my father seated on the long leather couch, Lucy laying lengthwise on it, wearing her bikini once more. Her mouth was working steadily on my father's cock which was again showing signs of arousal.
Mom entered the lounge in one of those minuscule bikinis you see on sex websites on the internet. At her breasts it was merely a pair of tiny black straps which barely covered her nipples, and a similarly narrow strap of material at her crotch, so narrow that her piss flaps were visible on both sides of the crease. She looked lovely – and I'd just been fucking her, I realised, hardly daring to believe my good luck.
I sat in an easy chair and Linda walked over to me and plonked herself down on my lap, her buttocks rubbing erotically against my groin as she did so. She planted a kiss on my mouth, then turned to her husband: "Pool party, Tom? Just when I wanted a day of sex."
Pop grinned broadly. "Don't worry, the pool party I've got in mind will include a bit of sex, you slut!" Linda laughed and settled comfortably against me, rubbing her nearly naked breasts along my cheek.
"I thought we'd invite your sister Darla over for the party – give her a call," said my father, tossing his mobile phone across to Linda, who caught it deftly and narrowed her eyes at him: "You thought you'd invite my sister over for a fuck, you mean, you randy old goat," Mom replied, then punched in a number.
CHAPTER 5:
"Hi Darla," said Mom, "it's me. I'm inviting you over for a poolside party, but Tom's inviting you over for a fuck!" Mom giggled, then put her hand on the mouthpiece and asked: "Says should she bring anything apart from a wet pussy and a warm heart?"
Pop chuckled: "Just tell her the steaks and drinks are on the house and her pussy will be on my face!" Mom relayed the message and soon put the phone down. "She's on her way. You wanna tell Tony about her, or shall I?
Pop stroked Lucy's hair as she kept working at his erection. "Take him upstairs and show him, I wanna concentrate on Miss Slut, here." Mom stood up and took me by the hand. "Come with me, Tony."
Upstairs, she pushed me into the chair at the study's work station, snuggled down on my lap and logged on. "Now your Aunt Darla is in show biz, but it's a special kind of show biz," said Linda, as she called up a website explicitly titled "Darling Darla, the internet's most popular bondagette!"
I had only met Aunty Darla once, at Pop's wedding to Linda, and although I knew she was a hugely busty blonde and that she was about five or six years younger than Linda, that was all I knew, apart from the fact that she lived in Corsicana, just south of Dallas.
Mom entered the membership details and soon I was wide-eyed at pictures of Darla, her bronzed, statuesque body oiled, her massive 44-inch tits looking as if they might explode at any moment, undergoing all kinds of tit and pussy torture.
"Look at those tits – are they real?" I gasped. "Don't be silly," Mom explained, "they're silicone, not that that makes any difference to Tom when he's tit fucking them."
I pretended to look shocked, but Linda laughed. "Your Pop got Darla off a rather awkward criminal charge a couple of years ago," Mom explained. "Tom didn't charge her a fee, but let's just say that she's still paying him off!" I nodded, I could see my father's point. Darla was a stunner.
Mom logged off and took me into her bedroom. On a bureau table was a VCR player and in it she inserted a tape. "Watch this," instructed Mom and sat down beside me on the bed. The video was called "Darla's Day of Domination" and showed my busty aunt – nude save for trainers and white sox – being punished in what looked like a large stables.
Then, as Mom fast-forwarded to the scene she wanted to show me, a naked male wearing a black leather mask took over the punishment from the fully-clothed torturer of the earlier scenes. Mask or no mask, there was no doubt it was my father.
"Tom knows the man who owns the film company Darla does most of her work for," Linda explained, as I watched Pop attaching lead weights on clamps to Darla's nipples and sex lips.
The female lead's only words in the entire scene were confined to "Fuck me in the arse, master" and my father duly obliged, accompanied by much panting and groaning. Linda killed the video and as she did, Pop called from downstairs: "Your sis is here, darl."
Mom took me by the hand and we walked downstairs, Mom nearly nude in her strip bikini, me displaying a hard-on thrusting at my satin thong. In the lounge, Pop was still seated on the couch, but now he had my bikini-clad stepsister on one side and Aunt Darla on the other.
Darla looked sensational, her huge 44-inch breasts encased in a shiny black PVC bra. She stopped stroking Pop's stiffy to stand and shake hands with me and I saw a PVC thong, gleaming at her prominent pudenda. "Hi Tony, remember me?" she smiled. "Hi Aunty," I replied, my prick now raging to break from its satin confines.
From the couch, Pop informed us that he had "filled Darla in" on the mother-and-daughter domination of me for my panty pervery and their subsequent switch to Sex Sluts 1 and 2. Darla grinned at me, eyeing my teenage hard-on: "So I guess that makes me Sex Slut No 3, does it?"
Pop roared with laughter, rose from the couch, stepped behind her and pressed his erection between her arse cheeks. "It sure as hell does, honey," he drawled, slapping her across the thigh. "OK, team, let's party!"
CHAPTER 6:
By the pool, we lay back on recliners, three in a row, facing the other three, and Darla entertained us over a few drinks with her latest bondage exploits for a movie she had completed a few days before. Dad lay back, his erection waving skywards, occasionally throwing in a fruity question, before Darla stood and placed a four-foot wide wooden table in the center of the six recliners.
"My last movie was nothing but fucking machines," she announced, peeling off her bra to reveal her magnificent mammaries, gleaming in the sun. "Now it's time for a real cock!" and with that she stepped out of her thong to reveal her fully shaved snatch.
Climbing onto the table, she placed her hands at its head and knelt, knees wide, her arse in the air. Pop looked at me, grinned and said: "Come on, boy, it's rude to keep a lady waiting."
Eagerly I discarded my satin thong allowing my boner to spring to attention, pre-cum already drooling from its tip.
Pop was already behind Aunt Darla, kneeling to place licks on her snatch. Then he rose and buried his cock in her cunt. "I guess that leaves my mouth for you, Tony," said Darla, sweetly, looking straight at my cock as I hovered just in front of her.
I moved closer and Darla opened her mouth to accept my dripping stiffness, sucking and slurping on its thick helmet. She had no sooner started fellating me than Mom announced: "Come on Lucy, we don't want to be left out!"
Linda and Lucy pulled off their bikini bottoms and Mom stepped up onto the table, placing her feet just inside her sister's widespread hands. I reached up to cup her lovely buttocks and pulled her quim onto my mouth. At the opposite end of the table, Lucy had stood above Aunty Darla's rear end and was pressing her pussy into Pop's face.
After a few minutes of fucking, fellatio and cunnilingus, Pop cried out: "Shoot, I'm nearly read to come, boy. Change places!" I pulled away from Mom's minge and aunty's mouth and walked around behind the pornstar.
My father took my place in Darla's mouth and licked at his wife's wet pussy, while I entered the bondage star's tight, hot cunt and felt Lucy grab my head and drag my mouth and tongue to her sweet-smelling snatch.
The next thing, Pop had licked Mom to a noisy orgasm – thank goodness our pool is secluded with a high brick wall! – and then he exploded his load into Darla's mouth. Lucy was next to come, and then the two women climbed down from the table and returned to their recliners with Pop to watch me still pumping away at Darla's crotch.
"Make it a money shot, pull out and unload on her back when you come, darling," Mom instructed me and I jerked back just in time as I felt the semen surge, smacking my heavy balls against her arse and spraying my spunk onto Darla's sweat-streaked back.
"Pick her up and take her into the pool, boy," called Pop and Darla rose from the table, climbed into my arms and kissed me warmly as I walked slowly down the pool steps into the warm water. Soon we were joined by three more naked bodies, as Mom, Pop and Sis jumped in.
CHAPTER 7:
After an afternoon of sunbathing, swimming and drinking – Lucy and I stuck to Coke, the adults had wine (the women) and beer (Pop) – we devoured juicy steaks grilled on the barbecue, then trooped inside to watch porno movies on the big screen in the lounge.
Around 10pm, Pop, who was nuzzling up to Lucy on the couch, while the rest of us lay naked on the floor, announced: "Right, boy, I got first pick last night, now it's your turn. And I'll let you pick two of 'em!"
I stood, stiff pricked, and smiled down at Mom. "Sex Slut Number 1," I called, then "and Sex Slut Number ...." I paused, deliberately, then added "3." The two women got to their feet, flanked me, Darla cupping my balls, Mom fondling my cock and we walked away.
At the foot of the stairs, Mom turned and informed Pop: "We'll use the master bedroom, we're going to need the big bed. Take Lucy to her room, Tom."
Upstairs in my parents' bedroom, Linda went to her bedside table drawer and threw me four black stockings. "Spreadeagle her, Tony," Mom ordered, "while I get the camera set up." As I set about tying Darla face-up on the mattress, Mom got her video recorder, turned up the lights as bright as they would go, then hoisted the camera up.
"Lick her to orgasm, darling," Mom instructed, kneeling on the bed and focusing on Darla's gleaming red pussy lips. "Lots of dialogue, Darla," said Mom and then I went to work. The pornstar's pussy tasted delicious and Darla bucked and heaved while I lapped at her, before coming to a noisy climax.
"Now the tit fuck," instructed my "director". I placed my seven-inch stiffy between Darla's gleaming-like-marble breasts and pressed the globes together, so my shaft was trapped between them. As I slid my cock up, the tension of her boobs against my pole pulled the foreskin back almost to the ring. On the downstroke, the foreskin was pulled back up to cover the helmet.
Mom filmed this for several minutes as I strove not to explode, then called "Now the face fuck". I moved further up and Darla took my cock in her mouth. "Dialogue, Tony," Mom advised, and I came out with phrases like "Oooh, this is so fuckin' great" and "Oh, what a fuckin' mouth fuck". I once more had to concentrate like hell on not coming.
"Now fuck her missionary-style, darl," Mom directed, and I entered Darla's moistness, thrusting up to the hilt before withdrawing almost entirely as ordered by Mrs De Mille.
"And now," said Mom, "for the money shot over her face." I pulled my hard-on, the foreskin now pulled tautly back to my ring, and jerked it by Darla's face. All the directions and the positions I had adopted made me almost unbearably randy and soon a splotch of spunk erupted and struck Darla across the lips.
She sucked the cum, then I came again, this time the creamy cum drooling down my shaft. Darla's tongue flicked out and licked the gobs down. Next I used my cock tip to push the remaining flecks of semen to her mouth, and my Aunty Darla drank it all down, like a good Sex Slut should.
Mom proclaimed "And cut" and then re-wound the tape. "There, Tony," she smiled, "so how would you like to be a porn actor?"
I grinned. "Suits me fine," I said, "as long as you're the director – and as long as Aunty D's the star!"
I Lick Lucy Pt. 03
Mom steered her Buick Terraza onto I-45 and headed south towards Corsicana and Aunty Darla's home. Pop was away at some convention in Chicago and the 35-year-old pornstar had invited Mom, Lucy and me down for a long week-end.
Lucy and I settled back in the rear seats and cuddled. Since Pop had got the family together, I had become very fond of my 19-year-old stepsister and we now both delighted in sharing each other's bodies. "Hmm," I mused, sliding a hand under my stepsister's miniskirt, "no panties!" Lucy grinned: "Well, I knew I'd be sitting next to you Tony!"
Then she took her hand from my crotch and asked Mom: "What's Aunty Darla got planned for the week-end?" Linda shifted lanes in the steady Saturday morning traffic and replied: "She says she's got a couple of games in mind for today and tomorrow – some sort of races, I think."
Lucy frowned. "Races? Track was never a good subject for me at college, mom, hope I can keep up." My 40-year-old stepmother laughed. "Don't worry, if I know your Aunty Darla I doubt that they're foot races, Lucy. Knowing Darla they'll be sexy, though."
We swung into the leafy dead-end road where Aunty Darla's home was situated and Mom drove into the three-car wide basement garage, alongside her sister's sleek Aston-Martin Vantage. Hmm, I thought, porn must pay.
Entering the property through the rear door of the garage, we came across a large poolside area and Aunty Darla, clad only in a bright red thong and high heels walked to greet us. "Hi gang, I was just getting everything prepared – take 'em inside Linda and get ready. Bikinis or nude – and girls, wear high heels," said the busty blonde.
Inside, Mom ***********ed her guest bedroom, Lucy and I checked into another and stripped naked. Lucy left her high heels on and we walked downstairs just behind Mom, who had also decided to go nude.
Once outside by the pool, which was secluded and not overlooked by neighbours being at the very end of the dead end street, I saw that Aunty Darla had arranged three large recliners alongside each other. In front of them was a table, on which stood a large container of Piz Buin suntan lotion and a chiller holding several bottles of Coors Lite.
On the tiled poolside was what I knew from Aunt Darla's bondage movies to be a spreader bar. Lying alongside it was a wooden board with two small holes on the outsides and a larger one in the middle.
Lucy and I sat down on a recliner, Mom took the middle one and Darla stood in front of us, her massive 44 EE breasts gleaming in the hot Texas sun. "Welcome to my modest little home," she joked. "I've planned a week-end of races, which I think you're going to enjoy."
She paused as Lucy and I exchanged glances, then continued: "The first races involve us women having orgasms, only the winner of the race is not to the first to finish, but the last." Linda looked at us and grinned: "See, kids, I said it would be sexy!"
Darla smiled: "Tony, you're going to be the one to bring us off. You can use your mouth and tongue, your cock – except penetration with the cock is not allowed – and your fingers. We'll each be timed and the person who can hold out the longest is the winner.
"And you'll be on the honours system to announce when the orgasm starts to take hold, right?" Mom and sis nodded.
Lucy piped up: "And what does the winner receive, aunty? A gold medal?" Darla shook her head: "'Fraid not. The winner gets to spend the day being pampered hand and foot by the two losers, who have to fetch, carry, pour, cook and so on. And, of course, she gets to use Tony, too, if she wishes."
Darla looked inquiringly, but we had no further questions. "Good, then we'll begin," she said. "Since it's my idea I'll go first so you can see what's involved. Then we'll go in alphabetical order – you sis, then young Lucy."
The lovely pornstar then removed the black Timex Ironman watch from her wrist and tossed it to mom. "You're the first timekeeper, sis," Darla announced, then looked at me.
"Tony?" said my aunt. I sprung up beside her, my seven inches of cock rigid in the warm sun. "You get me into position, then oil my body, OK?" I bent over and picked up the spreader bar. This was going to be fun!
AUNTY DARLA:
I attached Darla's ankles to the leather straps at end of the spreader bar, an act which spread her high-heeled shoes almost four feet apart and forced her into a position that highlighted her lovely calves.
Then I picked up the wooden object and saw that it was made of three squares, each of them hinged. "My head goes in first," Aunty Darla informed me. I unhinged the central piece of wood and when it was bolted back into place, her head was trapped in it, her chin resting on the wood. She then raised one hand and I repeated the procedure. The part trapped one hand, the last piece her other hand. Now her fists were in the little "pillory" about 10 inches to a foot from her cheeks.
"Now put lotion on – only don't put it on my pussy, Tony," she instructed me, "you don't want to taste Pizz Buin, you want to taste pussy!"
I liberally smeared the lotion over her lovely figure, paying particular attention to her massive breasts – silicone they may have been, but they were the best tit fuck breasts I'd ever laid eyes on. Then I worked on her buttocks and thighs.
"Lovely," said Darla, when I finished anointing her body. "Now we can start – sis, give the signal." Mom held the Timex up and pressed the start mode for the stopwatch, calling "Go!"
Aware that I was making my debut in this, I decided that my aunt might expect me to begin with an all out clitoral attack, so I thought I'd be cunning. I stepped behind her glistening back, pressing my hard-on against her buttock crevice.
Next I cupped her mighty hooters with my hands, tweaked her nipples, before sliding my right hand slowly down her rib cage to her belly, flicking into her navel, then moving inexorably down to her pussy. I still ignored her clitoris and stroked her labia lips, inserting my middle finger into her cunt, before withdrawing it and tracing a sticky path up to her clit.
After a few moments I heard a sigh of excitement slip from her lips. I was still stroking one nipple with my left hand but I pulled it away and whispered in her ear: "Bend over, aunty, as far as you can."
Darla obeyed me, bending until her magnificent upper torso was horizontal to the ground. I knelt behind her and licked at her dark brown puckered anus, then slipped my tongue into her cunt. "Stand, please aunty," I ordered and she resumed her original stance.
It was time now, I decided, for an all out, full frontal assault on her clit. Pulling the table closer to her gleaming body, I sat, stiff-pricked in front of her and placed my mouth at her red-lipped pussy. It was very wet, and deliciously tasty. After an initial dab into her cunt, I put my tongue squarely on her clit and sucked it, slowly, then faster.
At last Aunty Darla showed signs of reacting to my adoration of her lush lips. At first a sigh, then a low groan escaped her lips. It was time to put more pressure on her. I stood and holding my cock in one hand, ran its pre-cum dripping helmet over her clit, flicking it back and forth. Aunty Darla gave a sort of guttural groan.
Moving quickly, I stepped back behind her and pushed the middle finger of my left hand up her anus, while with the middle finger of my right I unleashed a torrent of tickling, flickering strokes. That was enough! Aunty gasped, then announced "Oh fuck, he's got me, he's fucking got me! I'm coming!"
Then with a wail, the 35-year-old nude pornstar came with a huge shudder.
I stepped back and from her recliner Mom announced: "Three minutes 17.77 seconds!"
Waiting till Aunty Darla's body had stopped shaking in its pleasure, I removed the headboard and spreader bar and gave her a long, slow mouth kiss.
"Thank-you, darling," she said, "that was wonderful, a lovely climax." Then she stepped over to the table and announced: "I think this calls for a drink!"
We all sucked on frosty cold Coors Lites, and Mom and Lucy were curious to know if 3 minutes 17 seconds was a good time. "Depends," said Darla, "sometimes in a bondage movie an expert can get me off in a minute 15, minute 20 seconds. As I say, it depends – when I last had an orgasm, how much I fancy the masturbator, my mood. I think 3-minutes plus is pretty good, but Tony here may improve his technique on you two. And speaking of you two, sis – it's your turn."
MOM:
I took Mom's hand and placed her in the bondage position with spreader bar and head board before covering the former lingerie model's body with the lotion.
Aunty Darla had the Timex this time around and with a cry of "Go!" signalled me in to the attack. Mom looked apprehensive as I sat on the table, licking her clit for a few moments before standing and going behind her.
With my right hand at her arse, I placed my forefinger against the wetness of Mom's cunt, then my middle finger against her anus. Mom tensed, knowing that I was aiming for her vulnerable point – she went wild when her anus was intruded!
Sensing the move I was about to make Mom tried to shake her crotch away from my hand, but in the bondage it was, of course, a futile process. Steadily I drove my fingers up her cunt and arsehole, evoking from Mom a cry of "Oh no, unfair, unfucking fair" as I did so.
As she protested, much to the amusement of Aunty Darla, I reached around with my left hand and placed three fingers, except for thumb and little finger, against her sex, then started to massage her clitoris. Soon Mom was a bucking, heaving wild thing. "Oh fuck, not fair, not fair, oooh I'm coming," she yelled and as her orgasm thundered through her sweat-streaked body, her sister pressed the stopwatch and announced: "One minute 48 point 13 seconds!"
Mom was released and we all enjoyed another cold Coors. "Tony, you swine," she hissed at me, when she'd recovered, "that was so fucking unfair. You know I can't control myself when I'm fingered back there."
I grinned at her: "Sorry Mom, but as they say, all's fair in love and war."
Darla looked at Lucy. "Well, darling, your mom's eliminated, so it's between you and me, eh?" Lucy didn't look too confident. I knew she was like a bitch in heat, and I was confident of getting her well before aunty's time, which was starting to look pretty formidable.
LUCY:
I took great pleasure in placing my lovely stepsister in bondage, then oiling her great figure. Her breasts, while slightly smaller than Mom's, were superbly built, with lickable, large nipples. Her shaved pussy, with a small thatch of light brown pubic hair at her mons, was equally worthy of a working mouth's attentions!
After I had fully prepared Lucy, Aunty Darla called "Time out" and climbed from her recliner to speak to me. She walked me away a few yards, behind Lucy's bondaged body.
"Have you seen her pussy?" Darla asked, in an excited whisper, running a hand over my erection. "It's dripping like a leaky faucet – she's crying out for it, go straight in with your mouth, she'll come quicker than your Mom!"
I nodded "Understood, aunty" and we walked back to where Lucy stood, thighs spread wide, head and hands trapped in the board. My aunty settled back on her recliner and she and Mom waited for the performance to being.
"Go!" cried Darla, and I leant forward, my mouth and tongue immediately attacking Lucy's pulsating pussy. As my mouth went to work, I placed my hands up to cup Lucy's 36-inch breasts, kneading them, then tweaking her cherry hard nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
Aunty Darla was right – Lucy's tasty twat was pouring sex juice and she didn't help her cause of getting a good time, by thrusting her pussy down onto my mouth as I ran my tongue around her sex, flicking at the clit, then licking into her cunt, then back to her clit again.
I had been working for what I thought must have been a minute – but it's like the old saying "time flies when you're having fun" because I later found it was nearer to 2 – when Lucy grunted out a pathetic little cry: "Oh fuck, I can't hold back, I fuckin' can't."
Eagerly I pressed on, frantically driving my tongue against her quivering clitoris and then in a flash the uneven battle was over. "Ooooh, oooh fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming, yeeees!" she screamed, and it was all over.
I pulled my panting face from Lucy's steaming snatch just as Aunty Darla called out: "Two minutes, 28 point 9 seconds! We have a winner and it's me!"
The rest of the time spent by the pool that afternoon was one of great luxury and pampering for Aunty Darla and me. After her triumph, she made Mom and Lucy put on little maid's outfits – just black, sheer, see-through aprons with white belts and white edging.
Their breasts were clearly visible through them, and their length was so brief that the hems of the garments came just above the pussy line. Their beautiful buttocks, of course, were bare and easily accessible to a caressing hand.
Wearing these scandalous little outfits, Lucy and Mom served drinks, applied sun tan lotion and prepared a lovely lunch for us. Darla and I celebrated with a poolside fuck while it was being prepared. After sundown the two losers were allowed to remove their humiliating little outfits and following a home delivery meal of pizzas, we watched porno movies featuring Aunty Darla in various roles.
Well, not various, actually – just two. Aunty Darla, judging by her extensive library, was either a submissive in bondage being punished in various fiendish ways, or a dominatrix, punishing both male and female slaves equally fiendishly.
It was almost 11 o'clock when Aunty Darla announced it was bedtime. "Lucy, you can sleep with Tony," she informed us, "sis and I have some catching up to do."
We all rose, then Darla had the parting shot: "Oh, and Lucy, only let him come once. Tomorrow's races are to see who can get him to come the fastest, so we don't want him totally drained!"
"It will be my pleasure, aunty," laughed Lucy.
"On the contrary, sis," I said, rubbing my stiff prick against her lovely bare buttock, "I think it will be mine!"
I Lick Lucy Pt. 04
On the Sunday morning, I walked down to Aunty Darla's kitchen wearing a red thong to cover my eager anticipation of the day's events. The pornstar had promised another series of races, with me as the subject, and I wanted to appear as inconspicuous as possible prior to the action.
The lovely blonde gave me a warm mouth-to-mouth kiss as I entered the kitchen. Wearing only a large PVC apron to cover her front as she prepared us hash browns, eggs, sausages and bacon, Linda whispered into my ear: "Did that little devil of a sis of yours only allow you one ejaculation, as I ordered?"
I grinned, kissing her with feeling and replied: "'Course, darling aunty, sometimes Lucy does as she's told!"
Mom and Sis - both wearing little PVC bikinis, Mom's in red, Lucy's in black - then joined us. After we had breakfasted and enjoyed mugs of piping hot black coffee, Aunty Darla outlined her plans for what she called "the day's entertainment".
"It's races again, like yesterday," she explained, "only today, since it's a race to see who can get superstud here to come fastest, it's quickest wins."
"Who goes first?" Mom asked her sister, "I don't want a rigged fuckin' race like yesterday, Darla!"
My aunt pouted at her sister in mock dismay. "Darling, going first in the ladies' orgasm race means nothing - the person who goes first in the ejaculation race gets an advantage maybe," said Aunty Darla. "And if that's the way you feel, be free to go first!"
Mom smiled sweetly at her busty sister and grinned: "No, you go first by all means, show Lucy and me the way to go!"
Darla sipped her coffee, then checked her watch. "Just gone 9 o'clock, time to get ready for cum-number-one."
She then outlined the rules for the day's game. "First of all, as before many races, there's a warm-up period," Aunty Darla explained. "For the wank races they last 20 minutes.
"But there are some specific rules. Hands on the cock are not allowed." Mom and Sis both frowned in disappointment.
Aunty continued: "You may kiss his cock, lick his balls, but - and it's a big but - there must be no fellatio during the warm-up, so mouth contact is purely a kiss, not a suck. Right?" The two women nodded.
"Breasts can be used on his cock, arse and anywhere else you want to rub them but - and another big 'but' here, girls - you cannot let him have a tit fuck, even though he may try.
"Break either of those rules and it means you will suffer instant disqualification. And if he comes during the warm-up sessions, it's also instant disqualification. Right, any questions?"
Lucy had one immediately: "Does the masturbation race start immediately after the 20-minute tease - er, sorry, warm-up session?" Aunty Darla nodded: "Immediately!"
Then Mom had a query: "And what does the person who makes him come quickest get as her reward?" Aunty Darla grinned: "She gets to make him her sex slave for the day - and since these races are going to take some time, allowing for Tony's recovery periods, I presume you'll all want to stay over on the Monday for that?" Mom and Sis both nodded eagerly, before Aunty Darla added: "And one more thing - the winner is expected to be magnanimous in sharing the sex slave around with the losers, agreed?" Again, eager nods.
"Right," said my aunty, "let's get out there and get started." As we all left the dining area, Darla said: "Tony, in the basement garage you'll find the spreader bar and pillory board and in a locker in front of my Aston-Martin you'll find a large rubber training mat. Bring that out too, we don't want your feet getting burned on the hot tiles!"
As I went downstairs to collect the items, the women walked out into the hot sun and lounged by the pool. When I had laid the spreader bar and pillory board on the large black rubber training mat - it was about eight feet square and had straps in the corners obviously designed to pinion ankles and wrists - I stood and Aunt Darla approached me.
She was wearing a pair of quite large pink satin panties and high heels, but otherwise was nude. She got me to stand in the center of the mat, ordered me to strip, and then fitted me into the spreader bar and pillory board. Then she applied liberal coatings of Piz-Buin to my naked body, but ignored my erection.
"OK, I'm ready," Aunty Darla told Mom, who was already standing by - or lying by, actually - on her recliner with the Timex stopwatch. "Warm up starts - now!" called Mom, as she pressed the watch. Lucy and Mom, both in their gleaming PVC bikinis lay back to check out the action.
AUNTY DARLA:
Aunty Darla began by running her nipple-hard breasts against my shoulder blades, then down my back to my buttocks. "Bend over, Tony," she ordered, and I inclined my upper torso until it was almost horizontal to the mat.
I then felt one of my aunt's nipples rubbing against my anus, then the other. Then she licked her tongue over my arsehole, causing me considerable excitement.
Her next ploy was to order me back to attention and to rub her breasts against my chest, then my belly, then across my abdomen to my crotch.
By cupping her big breasts in her hands and directing her right nipple to my pre-cum dripping hard-on, Aunty Darla ensured she was not breaching any rules. I felt the hard nubbin rubbing onto the fleshy head of my cock, just inside the foreskin, then she ran her nipple along the underside of my shaft.
My delight at her mammary massage was interrupted by Sis asking: "What's with the pretty pink panties, Aunty Darla?"
Darla flicked a tongue along my shaft and then ran it over my tightened ball sac. "Oh, you mean my pee-panties," she said, after a few short licks on my balls.
"What's that, p for pink?" queried Sis. Darla laughed: "No, darling, p for piss." There was a moment's silence, and then Aunty Darla stood and rubbed her pantie-covered crotch softly against my hard-on.
"I'll explain," she said, as I felt her pussy lips pressing through the satin material onto my straining cock. "When I knew you were coming to visit this week-end, I wore these panties every day.
"As you know, I always sun bathe in the nude, but when I was out here by the pool and had the urge to pee, I'd put these panties on, wet them thoroughly and then take them off to dry in the sun. They're wonderfully aromatic now and I'm hoping they'll act as a sure fire aphrodisiac when I put them on Tony's face!"
Lucy and Mom roared their appreciation. "How many times did you pee in 'em , sis?" Mom asked. Darla pondered: "About 10, I guess!"
"Hey aunty," piped up Lucy, "can we make use of 'em too?" Darla grinned: "Sure you can, darling, be my guest."
My Aunty then pulled her pantied-pussy from my stiffy and knelt to bestow a kiss on my cock tip, then teased me some more with nipple rubs over my prick and balls until Mom called out: "Time's up, sis!"
Darla's next move was to peel off her panties in double-quick time and place them on my face, directing the hugely aromatic gusset to my nose and mouth. The incredible odour of sex juice and pee juice flooded my senses, it was the most intoxicating smell I'd ever experienced!
I was just inhaling deeply, when I felt Aunty Darla's mouth enclose my erection, plunging down past my ring and sucking deeply. I gave out a low groan and then she switched her means of attack from mouth to mammaries.
Gripping her lovely large jugs in her hands she brought the two gleaming globes to my stiffy and trapped it between them, before sliding the boobs up and down along my shaft.
It was all too perfect! Part of me desperately wanted her to jerk her tits on me for ever, another part wanted to come as quickly as possible - I was craving to be her slave!
Then it was over. One downward plunge forced my foreskin back from the helmet of my penis and I sobbed "Ooooh, fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming, Aunty!" and a huge spurt of spunk flew from my cock to land on Aunty Darla's throat.
By this time, Mom and Sis had stood from their recliners and were avidly eying proceedings and as my semen shot out, Mom hit the button on the watch and called: "One minute, 16 seconds!"
Darla stood, wiping my spunk from her throat down onto her heaving breasts. "Right, that's set you two ladies a target. Sis, you're going next so you can release him. I'm into the pool to cool down!"
MOM:
When Mom had freed me from my bondage, I too plunged into the water, to be joined by Mom and Lucy. I stayed in the water for longer than the women, but after about 20 minutes, there was a call from Mom.
"Hi, Tony, come up here and have a look at what I'm going to do!" Intrigued, I climbed from the pool and stood, body glistening with water and stepped to the front of the recliners.
Mom lay back on hers, her body glistening with sun tan lotion. She had, I noticed, put Aunty Darla's pink panties on. "Look at the panties, darling," said Mom and as I gazed at them I saw a dark stain start to emerge at the crotch. Soon it got larger and then, as Mom really let go, a stream of yellow urine began to soak the entire gusset of the panties.
Mom then stood up and began to rub her crotch, spreading the wetness over the panties. "Let 'em dry in the sun, sis," called Aunty Darla. "I reckon by the time they're almost dry, he'll be fully recovered and ready for another wanking!"
Lucy laughed at me: "I'd bet he'd like them on his face right now, aunty!" Darla smiled: "Good idea, Lucy, but it's better to let them dry a bit, then he'll get a much riper aroma."
The rest of the morning we spent lounging on the recliners in the hot sun until around midday, when Aunty Darla announced: "He must have recovered by now, ladies. Linda, he's all yours!"
Mom slipped on her high heels and climbed from the sun lounger, her body glistening from the lotion, her breasts full and nipple-hard, her pussy revealing her lovely piss flaps. She placed me into the by-now familiar bondage position, then her sister called out: "Time to start his warm-up - go!"
I thrilled as Mom rubbed her lovely titties over my erection, then knelt on the mat before me to lick the under side of my scrotum, then up the under side of my shaft before planting a kiss on my rigid helmet.
Then she crawled around on her hands and knees until she was behind me. I felt her tongue flickering over my buttocks, then heard a whispered command of: "Bend over, darling!"
I did, and then felt the thrill of Mom's tongue caressing my anus, before she must have stood and pressed a firm breast against my arsehole.
When she had me standing again, Mom stood back a few feet and ran her left hand through her pussy, stroking herself, before putting her fingers to my mouth and allowing me to suck on the perfume that reached my nostrils.
Lastly, she turned around and bending over presented her arse towards my straining cock, letting me place its tip against her brown rosebud entry point, before her sister called out: "Warm-up's over, let the wank commence!"
Mom's first move was to pluck the pink panties from the table where they had been drying in the heat for an hour or more and place them over my face. They still smelled incredibly of sex juice and piss juice, and were still slightly moist. Her next attack on my ability to withstand ejaculation surprised me as it consisted of her ramming a forefinger and middle finger up my anus, causing my cock to stiffen even harder. Mom then felt around me and grabbed my stiffy before kneeling to my right side and leaning over to suck on my cock.
The combination of the anal intrusion, cock stroking and fellatio was too much for my senses to resist and with a shuddering moan I cried out "OhmigodImcumming," as I felt the semen surge from my balls up my shaft.
As the first creamy globule shot clear of my prick head, Aunty Darla announced: "One minute, 18 seconds dead!"
Mom was cross. "Fuck, you win again, sis," she said, as she pulled her fingers from my anus and jerked on my cock to allow to spurt more spunk on the rubber training mat.
LUCY:
Freed from my bondage by Sis, I then splashed into the pool until Aunty Darla called "Lunch!" When I got out and towelled down and went upstairs, I noticed that Lucy was now wearing the pink piss panties.
Back outside after a lovely lunch of sandwiches washed down by a couple of pitchers of beer - and I couldn't help but notice that Lucy swilled down about four glasses - I again swam naked in the pool, while the women lounged nude in the sun.
My lengths were interrupted by Lucy calling out "Come here, big brother, I'm going to wet aunty's panties and I want you to watch!"
I clambered out of the pool and once more was forced to stand dripping wet in front of a pantied tease while she wet her knickers. "Eyes on the panties, Tony," Lucy ordered and I watched, admittedly fascinated, as I'd never seen Sis urinate before.
Lucy gave a little grunt, then I saw the dark patch begin to form in the knickers, gradually spreading wider and wider until the stream of her piss was forced out through the material. The 19-year-old then jumped up, removed the sopping garment, rubbed it thoroughly all over her pussy before laying it on the poolside table to dry.
Lucy looked at me and laughed: "It brings you on, doesn't it?" I shook my head. "No, Sis, what makes you think that?" I stammered. Mom and Aunty Pat joined in the girl's laughter. "Possibly the hard-on you've got, my dear brother," she giggled, before running across the tiles to plunge into the pool.
Finally Aunty Darla decreed it was time for Lucy to start on my pre-wank warm-up. The naked but for high-heels beauty soon had me in spreader bar and pillory platform bondage. She then oiled my naked body with the Piz Buin, but before starting on my warm-up, Lucy walked over to where Aunty Darla lay on her lounger and whispered in her ear.
I strained to hear, but couldn't make out the conversation, except for Aunty Darla smiling at its conclusion and saying: "Great idea, Lucy, go for it - I don't think it's outside the rules!"
Lucy had a fiendish grin on her face as she advanced towards me, standing naked and gleaming in the center of the rubber mat. On her way, Sis picked up the pink panties and draped them over my face. "Nice, dear brother?" she inquired, sweetly. "Wonderful," I replied, inhaling the aromas from the now nearly dry knickers.
Then she started the body teasing, running her firm breasts over my nakedness, on my cock, balls, arse and anus, then over my back, my chest. You name it, she rubbed her tits there.
After some tip-of-cock kissing and a lick across my ball sac, Lucy got the order from Aunty Darla: "Time's up Lucy - now you can wank him!"
Immediately Lucy surprised me with her plan of attack. Standing up behind me, she pulled the whiffy knickers from my face and ordered: "Sit down, Tony!"
I lowered myself so my buttocks were on the warmth of the rubber. Lucy then pushed my upper chest, forcing my back onto the rubber, my head ending up several inches from the mat, supported as it was in the pillory platform.
Lucy then quickly undid the clasps holding the hinges which pinned my hands, allowing them to fall to the mat. Then her lovely shaved snatch lowered itself onto my mouth. I reached up and grabbed her buttocks, pulling her down onto my face, licking and sucking at her sex lips, her anus and her cunt.
As I was doing this, Sis bent forward and took my cock in her mouth, while with one hand she pulled my foreskin slightly back, revealing its fleshy hood. My face was engulfed in her sweet-smelling pussy, my cock seduced by her mouth.
I couldn't stop it - I had to come. With a guttural groan I felt the surge of spunk and tried to release from her pussy to shout out that I was, indeed, coming, but she stayed firmly in place on my face.
Suddenly, Lucy pulled off me, sensing my impending explosion, and as I shot my load into the air and felt the hot come splat down on my lower belly, Aunty Darla called out: "One minute 20 seconds!" I gasped - she had won!
Lucy milked me for the rest of my semen - not much, I'm afraid, by now - and then climbed off me, removed the pillory and the spreader bar. I made a dash for the pool to cool down!
As I was swimming my laps, Aunty Darla came to the side of the pool and informed me: "We'll be in the lounge working on the results. Join us in a few minutes, Tony."
After a good swim, I climbed from the pool, towelled dry and walked naked into the coolness of the house and up to the lounge. There I found Mom and Darla on the couch, Lucy in an easy chair. All wore high heels, but were otherwise naked.
"Stand here, darling," Mom pointed, indicating the middle of the room, in front of the couch. "Now Aunty Darla has an announcement to make about the results, so pay attention."
I looked at my lovely aunty, her gorgeous big 44-inch breasts standing high and gleaming. I felt my penis begin to stir. Mom beside her, looked lovely, too.
"Right, Tony," smiled Aunty Darla. The times were 1 minute 20 seconds for Lucy, a minute 18 for your Mom and 1 minute 16 for me. Ordinarily, that would mean a win for me.
"But Linda and Lucy have pointed out that the first person to wank you is at an advantage - a small one but an advantage nonetheless."
I had a funny feeling I knew where this was leading. "So we have decided to introduce a handicap system," said Aunty Darla.
"Your Mom is on a 2-second handicap, because she had to get you to come after me, and Lucy is on a 4-second handicap, because going last she was at the biggest disadvantage."
Aunty Darla paused here. "But the audacious little devil nearly made up for it all by performing that magnificent soixante-neuf on you for the final wank!"
I nodded, it certainly had been audacious! "So, with 2 seconds off, your Mom's time comes down to 1 minute 16 seconds," said Aunty Darla. "And with 4 seconds off, Lucy's also comes down to 1 minute 16 seconds!"
I gulped: "Don't tell me you've decided on a play-off, aunty. I don't think I could come again for a while." Darla smiled indulgently at me. "Of course not, Tony," she replied. "What we have decided is that you're going to be everyone's sex slave."
The three women were smiling broadly, but no one more so than Lucy, who cleared her throat and eagerly threw in her 10 cents' worth: "And since you came before I could get off on your face, it's been decided that your slavery will start now."
And with that Lucy slung her thighs up onto the arms of the easy chair, totally revealing her bare minge.
"OK slave," she ordered, "get on with it - we haven't got all day!"
And as I knelt to lap at her moist, strongly-perfumed pussy, I heard her laugh: "On second thoughts, yes, we have!"
I Lick Lucy Pt. 05
I awoke on Monday morning refreshed. Overnight, Mom said she would not "tire me out" as today was to be my day as sex slave for Mom, her sister, Aunty Darla, and my stepsister, Lucy.
Lucy had spent the night with Aunty Darla and when I stirred, Mom, laying naked beside me, kissed me tenderly on the cheek and whispered: "I've just been in to check on Darla and Lucy. They're are having a fuck and Darla says spectators are invited. Wanna watch?"
My cock started to stir immediately. "Hell yes, Mom," I gasped, and she and I walked towards Aunt Darla's room. As we reached the door, which was just ajar, Mom put her hand to her lips in a "Shhhh" motion and pushed the door open.
I stepped into the room alongside Mom. On the large bed, Aunty Darla was lying in the missionary position on top of my Sis, and I could tell by the large black strap of rubber around her waist that she was wearing a dildo. Lucy was occasionally kissing her aunt, and interspersing her smooching with long groans as she enjoyed the dildo's penetration.
As we watched from the side of the bed, Aunt Darla looked up and smiled: "Hey, Tony, you like being a voyeur?" I grinned: "Yes, aunty, especially where you're involved."
Aunty rose slightly allowing Lucy to suck on her magnificent boobs, then said: "Sis, do me a favour, unclip this dildo so I can sit on Lucy's face." Mom stepped forward and unbuckled the back of the strap. Aunty Darla pulled off Lucy's naked body, leaving a black dildo impaled in her cunt, then climbed up until her pussy was positioned above Lucy's face.
My stepsister put her hands up to grasp Aunty Darla's lush buttocks and pulled her down so the pornstar's pussy was in contact with Sis's mouth. As Lucy was doing this, my aunt told me: "Step up to the head of the bed, Tony, I need your cock – only you're not to come!"
Quickly I stepped up onto the bed, kicking away the pillows on the sides of Lucy's head, then leaned back until I was supported by the bed's headboard. Aunty Darla took my throbbing erection in her mouth and began to suck it as she writhed around on Lucy's face. Soon, Aunty Darla groaned to her orgasm, and pulled away from my cock crying "Yes, Lucy, lick me, Lucy, lick me" as her climax took control.
Aunty rose from Lucy's sweating face, gave me a slow kiss on the mouth and climbed from the bed. "Thanks Lucy," she said, bending down and kissing my 19-year-old sister, also on the mouth, "that was lovely. Your mom and I are going to take a shower now, but Tony here will finish you off."
Aunty Darla pulled the dildo from Lucy's cunt, the rubber tool making a plopping sound as it was released from her vaginal grip and I moved from the head of the bed to the foot, lay down and began to perform cunnilingus on Lucy's steaming hot snatch, a slight rubbery smell coming from her cunt and sex lips.
Soon she roared out her approval as the orgasm struck home, then we rose and went to shower together in the en suite in the bedroom Lucy and I had chosen on arrival at Aunty Darla's on Saturday morning.
After we had all showered it was time for breakfast – the three women wore sexy little bikinis, while I went naked, the proper mode of non-attire, I assumed for a sex slave. As usual, Aunty Darla took charge of the day's arrangements.
"It's almost 9.30 so we'll kick off with Lucy having him for a couple of hours – she deserves to go first because of her ingenuity during the wanking games yesterday," she announced. "Then we can have some lunch and then you can enjoy him for another two hours, sis," Darla informed Linda.
"We'll give him a little rest, then I'll finish him off. We'll have an early dinner, then watch some porno and we can all have an early night before you return home tomorrow. Any questions?"
Mom had one: "He's not to come, right?" Darla nodded: "Not until the last person uses him – then he can." Linda and Lucy smiled at each other and Mom sneered: "Great, so you get to finish him off!" Linda laughed: "Hey, sis, it's the least I deserve – after all, I'm the hostess."
The day's "entertainment" began at almost 10am, with Lucy strapping me down on the rubber mat which had been used the previous day for my wanking sessions. When I was face up on the mat, Lucy proceeded to run through a variety of positions, sitting on my cock, lowering her tits to my face, then face sitting me, performing soixante-neuf. The sexual pyrotechnics were commented on by Mom and Aunty Darla, both naked now and sun bathing on their recliners.
Lucy "finished me off" by spanking my buttocks in her lap, using first her hands, then a leather paddle which Aunty Darla produced after running into the house. Throughout the entire performance, I was in an almost constantl state of extreme arousal, either fucking, or pussy licking my lovely Sis.
When we had lunched, Mom took charge, while Lucy and Darla provided the comments. Mom didn't bother putting me in bondage, but nonetheless I was put through all sorts of sexual exercises by the lovely ex-lingerie model.
There was straight sex, doggy-style fucking, tit-fucking and several bouts of face-sitting, most of which resulted in Mom achieving noisy climaxes. She completed the session, as Lucy had, with some mild punishment from aunty's paddle, while I was forced to bend over in a humiliating position with my arse facing the audience.
After being allowed a brief dip in the pool to cool off, Aunty Darla called on me to get onto the mat for my final session. As I clambered from the pool to towel down, I noticed that she had chosen an erotic outfit with which to tease me during the last sex slavery routine.
It was a black satin playsuit, with red bows up the middle of the garment contrasting starkly with the blackness of the main material. The top of the playsuit was open-breasted, totally revealing Aunty D's gloriously-oiled, massive boobies. It was, of course, open-crotched, displaying her thick red sex lips.
"Come and fuck me, you handsome slave, you," Aunty Darla called out, haughtily, as I stepped stiff-pricked towards her. When I reached her position in mid-mat, she grabbed my arm, stepped forward and thrust her left thigh out, pulling me over and slamming me onto my back on the warm rubber.
In a flash Aunty Darla's pussy was on my face, her shins pressing my arms down on the mat so I was totally helpless beneath her. About the only thing I could move was my tongue, and I eagerly lapped and licked at her sex-juices, savouring the pungent pussy aroma which pervaded my nostrils.
After a shuddering and noisy climax, aunty lay back on the mat and allowed me a brief tit fuck, before calmly ordering: "Now put that cock of yours in me, Tony – slowly!"
I proceeded to carry out her instructions as Mom looked on, remarking: "I think he's doing remarkably well to control himself, don't you Lucy?"
Lucy laughed: "Sure thing, Mom, but I don't think he can hold out much longer. Look at him panting!"
And it was true – I was panting, feeling the pressure of being slammed to the mat, of having to tick fuck my lovely pornstar aunt without coming, of having to lick her pussy to sexual fulfillment.
I fucked her with slow, steady strokes, blinking back perspiration that threatened to flood my eyes. Aunty Darla pulled my head down to hers and gave me a long, lingering kiss.
"Can't hold out much longer, eh, Tony?" she whispered.
I grunted a reply: "Not much longer, aunty." She smiled wickedly. "Well, I've got a cure for that – get out!" I withdrew.
Aunty then stood over me, swinging the leather paddle menacingly. "Up you get, bend over, on tip toe, hands out in front of you," she snapped. I obeyed, until my body was shaped like an inverted letter V on the mat.
The paddle went to work, wielded expertly by my aunt, until I began to bellow from the pain. Finally, I was allowed to stand, displaying a now pathetically limp cock.
"On your knees, slave," she hissed and I fell down on the mat, looking up at her imperious pussy. She straddled my upturned face and as she settled her minge on my mouth called out to Mom: "Let me know when he's back up to scratch, Sis!"
After several minutes of adoration at her glorious pussy, Mom called out: "He's back up to speed, Sis!"
Aunty D then lay back on the mat, grabbed my cock and pulled me onto her. "Tit fuck me, Tony!" was the command.
I placed my stiff seven inches between her marvellous mounds and began to pump, foreskin sliding back and forth from the pressure of her globes on my shaft.
Suddenly, I could hold back no longer and with a pitiful cry of "I've got to come, aunty, I've got to!"
I rose from her body and Aunty D grabbed my buttocks, pulling me to her mouth. Just before I exploded in a paroxysm of pleasure, she enclosed my shining helmet with her mouth and sucked me down.
Afterwards, I slumped to one side of her and lay back on the mat, raising one arm to shade my eyes from the glare of the sun.
Aunty Darla leaned over and kissed me softly on the cheek. "You smooth fucker," she whispered, grinning.
From her recliner, Lucy called out: "How're ya feeling, Tony?"
I answered, with total honesty: "I feel fuckin' exhausted."
Lucy sniggered. "You mean exhausted fuckin'!"
Oh, I do love Lucy. After all, I lick her, don't I?