Blistered Lips

“Just lick it, Melanie.”

Bill was sitting on the suede sofa, his pants down around his ankles, stroking his cock. His other hand was massaging Lonnie’s shin, which lay across his knee. She sat there to his right, the hem of her dress knotted around her waist. With her other leg bent at the knee and falling outward, her thighs were gaping open. Her hands, tightly coiled fists on each side of her hips, burrowed so deeply into the cushions beneath her that only her wrists were visible.

Lydia watched as two glistening, wet fingers moved in and out of her daughter’s bush. Even from this distance, she could see Lonnie’s clit—swollen and crimson—peeking through the russet-hued thatch of ringlets. She looked up at her daughter’s face. A dewy glow of perspiration covering her flushed throat, Lonnie panted rapidly through pursed lips, her eyelashes pressed tight against her cheeks.

Melanie, naked except her panties and thigh-high stockings, was on the floor in front of them. It was her fingers that eased in and out of Lonnie’s pussy. Teetering forward on her knees, her silky toes digging into the lush carpet, Melanie’s chin hovered inches above the couch’s edge. From her vantage point, Lydia couldn’t see Melanie’s face, but it was apparent that she was intently absorbed in what she was doing to her sister. She could see Melanie’s breasts—the nipples plumped and turgid raspberries—swaying with the deliberate rhythm of the fingers that fucked Lonnie’s pussy.

When Lydia, coming partially out of her stupor, took a sudden, shuddery breath, Bill looked up. His eyes locked with hers as, leaning over, he took his hand from Lonnie’s leg and started rubbing Melanie’s ass through her panties. “Lick your sister’s pussy, honey,” he repeated. “Go ahead; you know you want to.” He ran his fingers down to the small triangle of silk visible beneath Melanie’s ass. She moaned and pushed back, lewdly rotating her hips.

“I’ve got to…,” Lydia rasped, starting to lurch forward from Joe’s grasp.

“What? What do you have to do, Lydia?” Joe tightened his arms around her, this time letting his right hand slide down to the soft swell of her belly. “Look at your daughters, Lydia. Look at what your dirty little girls are doing.” His fingers inched down a bit more until they were pressing and moving—soft, stupefying circles—at the base of her pelvis.

“I can’t, I can’t,” Lydia mewled.

But she did. She stood there, locked in Joe’s arms, watching everything taking place, scalding her disbelieving eyes. “Yes you can,” Joe said, running his open lips down the nape of her neck, the soft force of his words vibrating against the flesh there. He pressed against the back of her, purposely molding his groin along the curve of her spine. Hearing the sharp intake of her breath, he moved a hand up under her right breast to cup it and started to slowly grind the brick of his cock into her tailbone.

“Watch,” said Joe as he slid his hand up and into the top of her dress. “Look at Melanie. She’s going to eat her sister out, Lydia.”

Feeling his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple, pulling it, twisting it, Lydia knew he was right.

“That’s right, Mamma,” he breathed in her ear, “your nasty little girl is gonna jerk off her sister’s clit with her mouth, just like I’m jerking your hard little nipple right now.”

Her legs were trembling, the moistness at their center beginning to slick the tops of her thighs. She knew that if it weren’t for Joe’s steel hold on her, she would crumble to the floor.

“You like it, don’t you Lydia? You like me stroking off your nipple like it’s a little baby prick.”

Feeling the bruise of the filthy words panted against her neck in a vulgar rush of heat, Lydia was aware that the wetness had reached the tops of her stockings now; she could feel it there, hot and sticky, oozing its way through the weave of the lace. Joe’s other hand had crawled down to the hem of her dress and had wrenched it above her hips. Lydia was helpless to stop her knees as, almost of their own accord, they weakened and buckled slightly outward.

“That’s it, baby,” Joe snarled, “Open up for me.” The tensely flexed knuckles of his cupped and rigid fingers rubbed against the inner flesh of her left thigh as he jammed his taut fingertips into her crotch.

“Damn it, Lydia, your snatch is dripping!”

She felt his fingers, the twist of the panties around them, pushing inside her. Gripping her there, Joe began plunging his fingers in and out, while hunkering around her and rubbing his bulge against her ass. Now that her dress was up, she could feel his cock straining through the denim of his pants, pushing the lace of her panties up and through the cleft of her ample ass cheeks.

“There we go, Melanie; that’s a good girl. Just bury that beautiful face right there; that’s right, sweetie, right there in your sister’s cunnie.”

Bill had pulled down the top of Lonnie’s dress, where it now circled her waist, crumpled and misshapen, an irregular belt of clumped and bulky gold. He’d reached in front of her and was spreading open her pussy lips with the fingers of both hands. His right elbow was crooked against her right breast, causing it to tilt perversely and lopsidedly outward, the caramel nipple at its tip extended and swollen. His dick, now free of his fist, jerked and twitched against his stomach, pre-cum oozing from its slit.

“Open your, eyes, Lonnie. Look at your sister and tell her you want her to eat your pussy.”

Bill’s voice had taken on an almost hypnotic cadence, and, as if she were helpless to do otherwise, Lonnie slowly opened her eyes. Looking down at Mira, she groaned, and then looked up, her eyes locking with Lydia’s. “I can’t help it,” she cried, holding her mother’s gaze. “Oh, God, I need it so bad.” Abruptly, she reached out, grabbing the top of her sister’s head and pulling it the last few inches into gaping pussy.

“Eat me, Melanie! Lick me, lick me, lick me!”

Melanie fell forward, burying her face into her sister’s wetness. “Oh, yes, Melanie. Yes! Yes!” Lyn lifted her legs and wrapped them tightly around her sister’s neck. “It feels so good, so good, so good, so good,” she squealed as her head fell back and she began humping her sister’s face and finger.

Bill leered wickedly at Lydia and Joe while quickly removing his pants and shoes. “Time for Father Bill to get his,” he said, dropping to his knees behind Melanie. Reaching up, he grabbed her hair and jerked her head back, pulling it momentarily away from Lonnie’s swollen, plum-colored labia. “Melanie, honey,” he said, “Do you need fucked? Do you want my big, fat cock?” He moved his hips side to side so that she could feel the weight of his hardness bouncing against her backside.

“Yes! Fuck me! Please, Bill, fuck me with your fat cock!”

Letting go of her hair, Bill laughed, “I thought so.”

“Melanieeeee!” Lonnie reached for her sister’s head, pulling it back between her legs. ““Make me cum, Melanie! I need to cum!”

As Melanie’s face disappeared once again into the yawn of Lonnie’s open thighs, Bill began pulling down her panties. When both ass cheeks were exposed—round and perfect spheres of flesh—he ran his hands over them. Looking at Lydia and Joe, he lifted a hand and brought it back down hard, smacking the right cheek. Lydia heard Melanie’s muffled moan from the hollow between Lyn’s legs, which were, once again, wrapped tightly around her sister’s neck.

“Your daughter needs a good fucking, Lydia,” Bill said, pulling the panties off the rest of the way and tossing them to the floor. “In fact, I need a good fucking, myself. It’s been a very long time!” He grabbed his dick and began stroking it, pointing it directly at her. “Think this will make her happy? Huh, Lydia?”

A gush of milky liquid emerged from the straining, meaty head of Bill’s cock and dripped down its sides. Following its slow, erratic zigzag as it continued down the rigid, sinuous shaft, Lydia felt an unbridled lust surging through her. I want to suck it, she thought, I want that cock in my mouth.

As if he could read her mind, Bill said, “It’s a nice one, don’t you think? Look how rock hard it is.” Then, he reached down and fondled his balls. “Do you know how full these nuts of mine are? Seems a shame to waste all of that in a pussy. Maybe you should just come over here and suck it for me. Suck it for me and swallow my hot load.”

“The lady is mine, Bill. You play with Melanie and Lonnie; leave mamma for me, you dirty old man!”

“Okay, Joe,” Bill laughed, “Guess I was getting a little greedy there. “And,” he added, turning back to Melanie, spreading her thighs from behind, “I’ve got a mighty fine little twat right here, staring me right in the face.” Holding her apart like that he began easing his cock into her pink center.

“You’re all mine, baby,” Joe whispered hotly into Lydia’s ear, his hand slipping into her panties. His fingers unencumbered now, he began shoving the two longest ones deep inside her; in and out, in and out, in and out.

To Lydia it was like having a cock fucking her pussy, and she knew she was on the verge of cumming. Joe felt the tightening around his fingers and realized it, too. Dropping to his knees and pushing her against the open door, he frantically clawed at her panties with his free hand. “Hold on, Lydia, let me get these out of the way, and I will make you feel so good.”

And then his mouth was there, opened and pressing around her naked mound. “Let me taste it, Lydia,” Joe mumbled, working his fingers in and out, deeper, faster. “Give me that sweet cunt juice; I want to drink every bit of it.”

Hearing his words, watching the obscene spectacle in front of her, feeling his fingers reaching deeper with every thrust, feeling his tongue lapping hungrily at her, Leia felt the quickening at her center and her orgasm was upon her.

“Oh, oh, OHHHH….”

The force of waves rippling through her caused Lydia’s legs to give out and she began sliding down the glass pane of the door. Joe moved under her, throwing his head back to stop her downward feint with his face. Vaguely, as she jerked and convulsed atop him, Lydia realized that his fingers had been replaced by his tongue, and he was sucking and licking everything from her as she continued to gush.

“Damn it, Lydia! You are so hot!”

Joe was finally easing out from under her, one hand holding her against the door so she wouldn’t fall. Getting up from his knees, he gathered her in his arms, picking her up and carrying her into the cabin. “You are so sweet, Lydia, I could eat you for days” he said as he lowered her to the carpet beside the couch.

He stripped off his shirt, kneeling down beside her. “But you know, baby, we aren’t done yet.” He nudged her onto her side and finished unzipping the back of her dress. “Let’s get this off, sweetie. Let me see those beautiful nipples I’ve been playing with all night.” He tugged at the dress until it finally slipped over her arms, and she was free of it.

“Mmmm. Yeah. Your tits are as beautiful as I knew they would be,” Joe said. Leaning forward, he took the right nipple into his mouth and bit it. Leia arched her back and gasped. “Sensitive, too,” Joe said, releasing the nipple.

The only things left on Lydia’s body were her taupe stockings and patent-leather heels. Joe unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out through the gaping, metal teeth and rubbed it across the lacy top of the left stocking. “Look how stiff you have me,” he said.

For a while, she’d almost forgotten the threesome beside them. Now, hearing Bill’s name, she turned to look. Lonnie was staring at her again, her tongue flicking rapidly at the corner of her mouth. “I think I’m going to cum, Mommy!” Her eyes wild and glazed, she was grinding frantically against her sister’s face. “Melanie’s going to make me cum, Mommy!” Neither of her girls had called her “Mommy” since they were little, and to hear it now, under these circumstances, made Lydia hot all over again. Now that she was this close, she could see Melanie’s tongue rapidly circling Lyn’s clit, which was so engorged now, it was the size and color of a juicy, purple grape. She’d somehow fit three fingers into Lonnie’s hole and was rocking them in and out.

“That’s it, Melanie,” Bill panted as he rammed his cock in and out of her, “work that pussy and get your sister off. Then I have a nice creamy treat for this sweet, tight, little snatch of yours.” He reached around and grabbed her nipples, pulling down hard on them as he pounded into her, faster and harder.

“You watch them, baby,” Joe whispered as he crawled up between Lydia’s legs. He’d taken his pants off and was holding his cock at her pussy lips. “Here, wrap those fleshy thighs around my back. That’s it, there you go. Now, sweetheart, feel this. Feel what I’ve got for you.” He lurched forward, driving the length of his prick deep inside her. Lydia’s back arched and her heels dug into his ass cheeks as she felt the thick head spreading her open deep inside. “That’s it, Momma, give it up,” Joe snarled into her ear as he began fucking her earnestly. “Give up that sweet cunt.”

A low pitched yowl was coming from Lonnie. Moving in tandem with Joe, meeting every long, slow thrust with equal vigor, Lydia turned her head to see that Lonnie’s legs had stretched out wobbling high above her sister’s backside, toes sharply pointed. As the yowl became a scream, Lyn’s body began shaking, her breasts vibrating and bouncing so violently, it looked as if her nipples were about to fly right off. “Melanie, Melanie, Melanie,” she sobbed. She’d somehow coiled the dark tresses of her sister’s hair around her fingers and was able to hold her head between her legs as she lewdly grinded out her orgasm against her face.

Finally, shaking and exhausted, Lonnie fell back on the couch, the strands of Melanie’s hair slipping from her fingers. With her sister taken care of, she dug the fingers of both hands into the carpet and started pushing back on Bill’s cock. “Now it’s my turn, Bill. Drill me with that dick. I want that treat you promised me.” Bill suddenly reared upward, pulling Melanie with him. His arms around her waist, he began scooting on his knees—Melanie impaled on his cock—across the carpet towards Leia and Joe.

“Not yet, baby. I think we need to help these two out a little.”

When they reached Lydia and Joe, Bill told Melanie to bend her knees and wrap her legs behind his back. As she did that, he slowly lowered her torso so that she tilted downward with her face right beneath Joe’s humping ass. Moving his right hand down, Bill began pinching and rubbing her clit. “Now, baby,” Bill said, “I want you to get your mouth down there and suck on Joe’s balls.”

Hearing Bill, Joe obligingly moved his legs apart while continuing to fuck Lydia. Seeing that his sac was full and hard, Melanie lowered her open lips, spreading them over and around both testicles. As her mouth engulfed him, she began swirling her tongue around and around, and could taste the sweat of sex mingled with the taste of her mother’s pussy.

Bill began sliding in and out of Melanie again. Her mouth full of Joe’s balls, she began moaning. The vibrations he felt pushed Joe over the edge. “You ready, Lydia? You ready for this hot load of mine?”

As he began fucking her even faster, Lydia could feel his cock thicken inside and knew she was going to cum again. “Do it, Joe. Cum in me. Give it to me.” The edge was right there and they rode it furiously. “Yes, baby; here it is, all for you.” Lydia felt his cock flex like a muscle inside of her, and then they were both cumming.

“Aghhh…”

Joe’s balls were contracting and expanding in Melanie’s mouth as he empty them into her mother. She kept sucking and licking them, wanting to make sure that every bit was drained from them.

“Melanie, you have been such a dirty slut tonight,” Bill said. “And, now it’s our turn, slut. You here me? ” “Yes, yes,” Melanie tried to say, but her mouth was still writhing around Joe’s balls. As their mixed juice began to overflow and drip down his shaft and onto her lips, Bill started drilling into her, his finger and thumb moving roughly up and down her clit.

Her orgasm hit without warning. Starting to cry out as the first quake seized her, the mixture of cum that had pooled around her lips dribbled into her already full mouth, and she started to gag.

“That’s it, Melanie, choke on those balls,” Bill panted. “Choke on them while I squirt you full of gizz.” She could feel the engorged veins of his cock throbbing as he started to spew inside her. Toppling forward, they finished together, both of their heads resting on the now relaxed cheeks of Joe’s ass.