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A Lawn party of a different sort
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Lawn Party
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I was hurrying home, not even slowing to look in the store
windows like I usually did. I was in a panic to get home
before my father arrived from his nnual business trip.
He'd been gone for a month and I just couldn't stand the
thought of him getting home before I got there. I turned
the corner and who'd I bump into but my sister, Darla.
She was just coming out of the store where she worked and
seemed in as big a hurry as I was. "Darla!" I exclaimed.
"You're not working today?"
She said she'd gotten off early so she could get home
before Daddy did. Me too, I told her, that's why I took
off early.
"You know, he's been gone a long time," she said. "I want
to be there to greet him with a big kiss."
Greet him with a big kiss. That was a laugh! She wanted
to greet him the same way I did. She was a couple of years
younger than I, and was a little embarrassed to come right
out and say that he was sleeping with her, too. "C'mon,
Darla," I scoffed. "I know what you want from him. I want
it, too. So let's get home and get it. Davey hasn't been
much of a stand-in for Daddy." Davey was our skinny
brother. His prick was so slender and he was so inept, he
hadn't done us much good while Daddy was gone.
Darla passed over the reference to Davey with "Oh, him!
It'll be so good to cuddle up to Daddy again."
Me too, I thought, but it wasn't exactly cuddling I had
in mind.
We had been sleeping with Daddy since before Mama had
died. When she had become so ill that she knew she wasn't
going to make it, she had called my sister and me into her
room and explained just how it was with Daddy - he liked
to be sexually entertained all the time. She made us
promise to take care of his physical needs. I hadn't
needed any prompting, because after seeing him approaching
Mama one time, with his big organ in his hand, when she
was lying naked on their bed, I'd had a yen for that big
tool. At that time, they'd closed the bedroom door, so I
didn't get to see them fucking. But I could hear all the
sexy moaning and grunting sounds they made as I stood
outside their door, listening and fantasizing it was me he
had his big cock in. When I told my sister about it when
we were in bed, she surprised me by getting so hot, she
started rubbing her pussy all over me.
We slept regularly with Daddy afterwards, most of the time
all three of us in the bed together. Once in a while, we'd
feel sorry for our brother and let him crawl in with us.
After Mama died, Davey got only what fucking Darla and I
gave him - he was too shy to get himself a girlfriend, and
spent most of his time jacking off that skinny peter of
his.
When Darla and I arrived home, frantic and breathless, a
strange woman met us as we entered the house. She
introduced herself as our Aunt Selma, the wife of Daddy's
older brother, Frank. A gawky, very thin girl was behind
her and we were presented to their daughter, Vickie. Aunt
Selma was wearing a very brief halter top that didn't come
anywhere close to covering her breasts, that stuck out to
here and were as firm as watermelons. Her rigid nipples
threatened to poke holes in the open weave material of the
halter. Her bikini-type shorts didn't contain enough cloth
to blow your nose on, and the mound of Venus it covered -
just barely - was very prominently evident. For a woman
her age, she was built as sexy as they come.
Her daughter was a different story, though. She was
dressed identically to her mother, but there the
similarities stopped. She hardly had need of the top
covering her tits, because she almost didn't have any. Her
chest was sunken, her belly was concave, and her ribs
stuck out over it like a birdcage. Her legs were as
spindly as toothpicks, with knobs in the center that
passed for knees. Above and below her hips, she was a
mess. But she had hips that were ultra-feminine and molded
so perfectly that any so-called sex symbol would have been
proud to possess them. Her crotch was a fascination; in a
delicate but proud protuberance, it hovered over the wide
gap produced by skinny, almost meatless thighs. It made
me want to cuddle up to her pussy and smother it with
kisses. When she acknowledged our introduction, her voice
was melodious and a light that came from somewhere inside
her made me want to overlook all her negative physical
characteristics.
They were on vacation, Aunt Selma explained, and had
stopped in to see our father. Daddy had phoned while they
were waiting, telling them that he wouldn't be home until
the next day. He invited them to stay with us while they
were in town. "Your Uncle Frank is upstairs in the
bathroom right now, "Aunt Selma said. "He'll be down in a
minute."
My heart sank, and I knew Darla's did too, when we learned
we wouldn't be able to welcome Daddy as we'd planned. But
when Uncle Frank came downstairs, my spirits lifted
considerably. And Darla - well, she really sparkled. He
was only a year or two older than Daddy and he had such an
outgoing sort of vitality and personality, it was easy to
see which side of the family his daughter took after. It
was love at first sight for Darla and me. His broad
shoulders, slim hips, and muscular thighs, shown off my
his lack of a shirt and his tight shorts, made him a prime
prospect for what my pussy was craving. I could tell that
my sister felt the same way by the way her eyes were
riveted on the crotch of his shorts, with its promising-
looking bulge. I recieved somewhat of a start when I saw
his daughter's eyes shining and playing over the same
area. Aunt Selma took in all this attention being paid
to her husband and the corners of her lips lifted in a
knowing smile.
After all introductions and social niceties were done
with, Darla and I rushed upstairs and showered and changed
into the sexiest shorts we could find. "Jeeze!" Darla
exclaimed. "Did you notice that darling bulge of his
pecker?"
"Of course I noticed it," I answered. "But I'm not
interested in how darling it is. I want to know if it's
real or not. I hope we get the chance to find out real
soon."
When we came back down, we four women began to prepare
dinner and set the table in the dining room. It was in the
midst of this task that my brother Davey came home, and I
presented him to everyone. Much to my surprise, he seemed
smitten by the young girl whose physical attributes seemed
to leave somuch to be desired. His eyes never left her
pinched face. Her chores of setting the table and helping
in the kitchen were undoubtedly forgotten as she sat with
him in the corner of the room, their knees touching and
her fingers brushing intimately high up on his thigh. When
she went upstairs to wash up for dinner, he went with her.
Later, when I got the chance, I questioned him about this.
"Didn't it occur to you that she might have to pee or
something?" I scolded
"Oh, she had to pee all right, Sheena. So did I," he
announced nonchalantly. "So we took a piss together." He
suddenly became animated. Glancing around to make sure no
one could hear us, he said with excitement, "Her tits
ain't much, but boy, does she have the cutest damn pussy
I've ever seen!"
"How many have you ever seen, besides Darla's and mine?" I
scoffed.
He was only slightly abashed. "Well, none, I guess," he
admitted. "But it's still cute. You oughta see it."
"Maybe I will, Davey. Maybe I will," I murmured as we went
down to dinner.
After dinner, as we all made ourselves comfortable around
the television set, Davey leaned close to my ear and
whispered, "She thought my cock was pretty cute, too. She
said so." Then he announced to the rest of us that he and
Vickie were going out to sit in the lawn swing. At first,
we heard them laughing and giggling, but this was soon
followed by their silence; only the rythmic creaking of
the swing told us they were still there.
About halfway through what I thought was a pretty dull
television program, though the others seemed to be
enjoying it, I excused myself to go upstairs to the
bathroom. When I got upstairs, I quietly came down the
back stairs and slipped out the back door, making my way
silently to the lawn in front of the house. I knew I was
being sneaky and underhanded, but I just had to satisfy my
curiousity about Vickie and my brother. If they had
already compared cunt and cock, there was no doubt in my
mind that they had now progressed much further, and I was
horny enough to spy on the proceedings.
I crossed the lawn and heard the creaking of the lawn
swing, accompanied by muffled moans of delight. From the
high vantage point of a garden bench behind a bush, I
peered over the bush and spotted them just a short
distance from me. My pussy was wet with anticipation of
what I might see. It was dark, but the light shining from
a street lamp across the lawn highlighted Vickie's bare
ass as her mouth worked on my brother's skinny cock. Her
head was bobbing up and down and she seemed to be exerting
all manner of expertise on Davey's cock. His mouth was
hanging slack, eyes glazed and unseeing as he stared at
the sky. I sensed their pace quickening as he clenched his
teeth and strained his loins up to Vickie' s mouth,
fluttering and flickering as it worked on my brother's
dick. Her bare ass raised slightly and her breathing
became raspy as he bounced his ass up in a violent arc.
She suctioned up a giant inhale and sucked every drop of
his jism into her mouth and swallowed deeply.
My loins began to pulse and burn. Watching all this was
stirring up all the juices in my pussy. I'd stand, first
on one leg, then the other, in an effort to alleviate the
itchy, twitchy feeling that was beginning to produce drips
of moisture that were soaking my panties. With a will of
their own, my hands slid inside the front of my shorts and
panties, my fingers kneading the upper area of my cunt and
stroking my clit.
Just as I was getting absorbed in jacking off, a hand
reached out and touched my shoulder. I stifled a cry and
damned near fainted. A mouth came close to my ear and
whispered "Did you ever see anything so exciting?"
It was Uncle Frank, his eyes blazing with excitement as he
peered over my shoulder at his daughter and my brother in
the lawn swing. With a cautioning finger to his lips, he
motioned me back to a more discreet distance. "We can see
just as well from here," he whispered, "and there'll be
less chance of us being heard."
He explained that I had been gone a long time and he went
upstairs to see where I was. He reasoned where I'd gone
and followed me out on the lawn. He had one hand inside
the open fly of his shorts and was moving it rythmically.
He saw me looking at his crotch and remarked that he'd
noticed I was doing the same thing to myself. Then he
stood behind me and, hooking his fingers in the elastic
band of my shorts, pulled them and my panties down over my
ass. I felt a cock, even bigger than Daddy's huge tool,
press against my cheeks and my pussy exuded more of its
juice. His other hand lifted one of my tits out of its
halter top and he rolled my stiff nipple between his thumb
and forefinger. His lips were against my ear as he
whispered, "Watching them makes you hot too, doesn't it?"
I squirmed my ass on his cock and felt it throb its way to
nestle in the crack in my cheeks. The fingers that had
been caressing my tits dropped down to fondle my clit. His
touch was like an electric shock. I damned near came in
his hand.
"Damn," he said in a hoarse whisper, "you really are hot.
I've got to get my cock in there!"
I was too weak with the fire within me to do more than nod
and sink to the soft turf of the lawn. Except for our
shorts dangling from our ankles, we were naked. As though
on springs, my thighs opened to recieve him as he
stretched between them and slammed his impatient prick
inside my eager cunt. My coming was almost instantanteous.
He reached down and thrust his fingers alongside his cock
inside my pussy. Curling them, he slowly withdrew them and
raised his dripping fingers to his lips. He licked and
sucked my cum off them in silent slurps. Fantastic!
As quiet as I tried to be, I couldn't suppress my moans of
delight as I felt his hot rod probing around my G-spot.
His prick would glance off it, producing such a
tantalizing thrill, I wanted more and more of it. I
whimpered and begged him to get the head of his dick tight
on my G-spot.
"Sshh," he warned. "They'll hear us. This is such damned
good fucking, let's both just revel in it. When I'm ready
to come, I'll ram this rod right up on your spot and we'll
both come up a storm!
Giggles floated down to us and we looked up to see the
beaming faces of Vickie and Davey grinning down at us - in
our own passion, we'd forgotten all about them.
"Give it to 'er," Vickie prodded, "Fuck 'er good!"
Davey's wet lips were nuzzling Vickie's passion inflamed
face as he said, "C'mon Vickie. You've been telling me
about your G-spot. Let's get out there on the lawn with
them. You can show me how to find yours!"
Uncle Frank and I hardly noticed when they stretched out
beside us. I was on my umpteenth cum when I felt the head
of his prick seem to expand and press hard against my
precious G-spot. His cum blasted against the vibrating
innermost walls of my ecstatic cunt and the fluids poured
out of me, leaving hot sticky trails of jism along the
crack of my ass, below my pussy, to wind up soaking his
balls with the stuff.
As our glorious sensations slowly ebbed, more voices
intruded upon the scene. Aunt Selma and my sister, Darla.
"Get over there and work Davey's cock around so's he can
find your daughter's G-spot, "Aunt Selma giggled. "He's
not having much luck, and it's driving her crazy!"
She and Darla told us that they'd gotten tired of waiting
for us. When they'd heard our moans and shrieks from out
on the lawn, they they'd decided that there was more to be
enjoyed than playing with each other's pussies, so they
came outside to share in the festivities. They were
already stark naked.
Davey was still struggling valiantly to reach Vickie's
G-spot with his skinny dick, but was only succeeding in
tantalizing it. Vickie turned over and was intructing him
to shove into her cunt from the rear, when Uncle Frank
rolled over behind Davey, who had just inserted his prick
in Vickie. He reached between Davey's thighs to cradle his
balls in his palm and extended his fingers to grasp the
base of his dick. Holding firmly to the base of the skinny
organ, he told him to raise higher on his knees and stroke
in and out with a kind of downward stroke. "I'll hold your
dick and try to aim it down to where her G-spot is," he
told him. "And if that doesn't work, I'll get on her and
fuck her to demonstrate how it's done - my cock's hard
enough now."
But the demonstration wasn't neccessary. Davey's face lit
up with a look of joyful accomplishment. "I think my
cock's bumping into it now," he cried gleefully.
Then," coached Uncle Frank, "hold it against that little
hump and press hard."
Vickie suddenly let out a piercing yip and thrust bony
hips against Davey's skinny loins. I swear I could hear
their bones clacking together. Her shrill, exulting cry
ended on a high note of sheer mind-blowing and delirious
ecstasy. "Oh, jeeze! Oh, cripes! Oh! Oh! Oh, gawwwd!
Oh, Davey! I love you! I love yooou! I dooo!"
Her cries subsided, but obviously the rapturous sensations
were still coursing through her guts as she flung her
pleasure-wracked body around on the turf.
Her mother, too, was enchanted with her daughter's obvious
transport into sensous rapture. She rolled Vickie over and
mashed her own tits all over her belly, holding one and
rubbing it over and into her daughter's cunt, still in the
throes of the explosive come she'd just experienced. She
smeared her daughter's - and Davey's - juices all over her
tits with her fingers, then licked the wet, sticky stuff
completely from them.
We all gathered around Vickie, congratulating her on
achieving the ultimate in sexual thrills. With still
glazed eyes, she looked up at us, basking in her own
limelight. Davey was stretched out on his back and weakly
proclaimed that he'd helped too, hadn't he? Darla and I
went over to him and assured him that he certainly had. We
toyed with his limp dick, still shiny with joy-juices from
the moments before. We told him that anytime he wanted to
stick it in us, he'd be more than welcome.
"Davey, I wish you had a hard-on right now, so's you could
fuck me like that," Darla said, then bent and took his
tired prick into her mouth, as though she were trying to
rejuvenate it in a hurry. Frank and I looked at one
another and chuckled. She heard us and released Davey's
cock, saying, "Don't laugh! Everyone but Aunt Selma and I
has had their fun, leaving us high and dry!"
Aunt Selma's fingers were rubbing ruefully through the
hair on her pussy. She did a quick bump and grind routine,
stroking her fingers in and out of her yearning cunt.
"That's right," she complained, "and it ain't funny!"
Another voice broke into our laughter and we all turned
quickly in the direction of the house. A naked man was
standing at the edge of the lawn, feet spread, hands on
his hips. It was Daddy! Darla and I whooped and shrieked
as we ran to him. We both tried to climb up on him in our
joy, and as we pressed our naked bodies to him, his big
cock acknowledged our exuberant greetings by standing
erect and assuming the beautiful proportions we knew so
well. When we quieted down a bit, he explained that he'd
been lucky enough to catch an earlier flight that brought
him home tonight, instead of tomorrow.
"I came in the back way, and when I saw what was going on,
I shucked my clothes and came out here to see if there was
room for me." Grasping his hard-on, he added, "and this!"
It didn't take long to make room for Daddy. Both Aunt
Selma and Darla were clamoring to be first. Daddy was
partial to giving his daughter the honor, but when he saw
Aunt Selma's crestfallen face, he allowed that since it
was a few years since he and she had gotten together,
maybe he oughta give her the first chance.
My sister sidled up to Uncle Frank and brushed her pussy
against his cock. That member alerted to the situation
right away. He raised her off her feet and she guided his
prick into her cunt while they were still in their
standing position.
I suddenly became aware that my brother's cock had somehow
a newly learned strength and expertise. I straddled his
cock and found that he could bounce that skinny organ all
around my pulsing pussy, contacting all its vibrating
walls and tissues in a manner he'd never exhibited before.
When he would glance it off my G-spot, then drive its full
narrow length into me, I began to understand and
appreciate the evident rhapsody Vickie had experienced. He
brought me to climax so many times, I lost count. He was
thrusting and twisting his loins, his prick following
suit, performing the zaniest, sexiest movements I'd ever
felt. To think that all he'd needed were a few
instructions and appreciative encouragement! What fools my
sister and I had been to ridicule his long, skinny cock!
How much time we'd wasted!
Evidently, he had gained similar proficiency in his
ability to activate his tongue in the penetration of a
cunt, too. Vickie was again on cloud nine, as he
manipulated her sodden pussy to the highest heights of
ecstasy. She and I were facing each other as I straddled
his cock, and she his mouth, so, as though we'd recieved
a given signal, we reached for each other's tits. Her
hands produced an electricity that no one else had ever
made me feel, and her own itty-bitty tits came alive as I
ran my fingers around their tiny circumference. They
became vital with a strange resilience of passion and
lust. Without releasing each other's tits, we leaned
forward and our lips came together as though drawn by a
magnet. The kiss was long and deep. It made me feel as if
she were the lovliest girl on earth. It accentuated all
the pleasures I was sensing through my heaving body as
Davey kept up his heavenly fucking. I'm sure he was making
her cunt feel the same way. What treasures these two
turned out to be!
During the momentary ebbing of each orgasm, I'd glance
over at my father and Aunt Selma. Sloppy sounds were
writhing from her writhing cunt as Daddy drove his love-
meat into her with strokes that were a pure joy to behold.
Darla was being fucked by Uncle Frank, and her arms were
flung out to her sides, her fingers clenching and
unclenching as she tore out chunks of sod in their
frenzied fucking.
God, what a party! And Uncle Frank and his beautiful
family would be with us for a while week!
We all felt rather sad when they left. Their departure
brought an additional sadness, too. My brother, whom Darla
and I had just begun to appreciate, left with them. He and
Vickie had fallen deeply in love, and had become so
attached to each other that they refused to be separated
from one another. They planned to be married as soon as
they arrived at her home. We were all thrilled with their
announcement, but Darla and I knew we were going to miss
our access to our brother's newly treasured cock.
But we all plan an early visit to their home. You can
depend on that!
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