Wild Week chapter 12 (family fun)

CHAPTER 12 : Still Saturday

After eating their brunch and taking a little rest, Gayla and Madeline decided they wanted to watch the videotape of Gayla’s gang-bang. Bill was only too happy to comply. He had already seen it at least a half-dozen times while on his trip, but it still turned him on just as much every time he saw it. It was about 11 o’clock in the morning when they all three went downstairs to the family room to watch it on the VCR. They were all buck naked except for Gayla, who had ditched the uncomfortable boots but still wore the leather harness, minus the strap-on cock.

Gayla felt strange being downstairs virtually naked. What with the kids being around, it had been a long time since she and Bill had been free to be sexy outside their bedroom. She and Maddie settled on the sofa as Bill loaded up the tape. He pushed the “play” button and came back to sit between them, draping an arm over each of their shoulders. Pulling them in close, he grabbed a tit in each hand, Gayla’s hefty D-cup in his right hand and Madeline’s small but perky A-cup in his left.

Gayla felt a thrill of excitement as the snowy screen resolved into a picture of their living room. The picture jiggled as Bill walked to the stairs and climbed silently to the second floor, going past the bathroom door to their bedroom. He got to the door just in time to catch a glimpse of her in her sexy lingerie disappear into her closet. She shivered in anticipation as Bill stood in the doorway, waiting for her to reappear.

After a long 30 seconds, she saw herself emerge from the closet, staring down at her high-heeled shoes. On screen, she let out a high-pitched shriek as she looked up, startled, but a look of relief soon crossed her face as she recognized Bill. “You nearly scared the life out of me,” she heard herself say. As she scolded him on the screen, Gayla turned to Bill and asked, “Do I really sound like that?”

He nodded, his eyes glued to the TV. He motioned toward the screen with his head. “Watch your face when the guys come in.”

Gayla turned her attention back to the screen. She had to admit, it was quite exciting to see herself on the TV, posing in her revealing lingerie. Then her expression changed. She stared past the camera with a stunned look for several seconds before whirling around and grabbing her robe, clutching it up to her chest. Then the men were crowding around her, tying her hands behind her back and forcing her into the chair.

She heard Madeline gasp as her legs were spread on the screen and her panties removed. One of the men remarked on how hairy her pussy was. And it was, she thought as the picture zoomed in for a close-up of her bushy crotch. She couldn’t help looking down at herself now, shaved anew this morning. She spread her legs slightly and touched her damp pussy as she watched Roger begin clipping her pubes on the screen.

By the time the shaving was done, each woman was fondling Bill’s hard cock with one hand and fingering herself with the other while he pinched and twisted their nipples. When Roger lowered his mouth to Gayla’s pussy on-screen, Madeline, her eyes riveted to the action, leaned close to Bill and whispered, “Bill, since you’ve seen this already, why don’t you get down here and eat my pussy?”

“Mine, too,” Gayla added as Bill readily agreed.

Gayla scooted over next to Madeline and held her hand as Bill moved between Madeline’s spread thighs, kissing his way down to her hot cunt. He reached over to play with his wife’s clit as he attacked her friend’s with his tongue. By the time Roger was coming in Gayla’s mouth on the screen, Madeline was gasping through her own orgasm, her hand pulling frantically at his curly black hair.

Bill glanced at the TV as he moved between his wife’s legs, seeing her standing beside the bed and beckoning to Art and Holmes. He grinned to himself and dove into her hot box. She was so worked up by that time that she came mere moments after he began. He turned around and sat on the floor at their feet in time to see Holmes greasing his gigantic organ. Bill smiled in anticipation. This was his favorite part, his beautiful wife getting sandwiched by two guys.

Madeline leaned forward, eyes on the TV screen in rapt attention as the camera zoomed in on the young man’s giant penis for the first time. It looked positively monstrous, even larger than she had pictured in her mind from Gayla’s descriptions. The picture panned over to Gayla’s ass as she lowered herself onto Art Fielding’s fat cock, her plump vaginal lips stretched widely. Then Holmes was pushing his enormous cockhead against the puckered little pink asshole. Gayla’s moans could be heard clearly as the huge prick forced its way up her ass and she came.

Madeline gasped in disbelief, shocked that the oversized organ could fit into the tight opening. She had only had anal sex a handful of times with her husband, but his penis was a pinkie finger compared to this unbelievably large member. By the time they had ridden Gayla to another shrieking orgasm, Madeline was trembling with excitement, her entire body tingling with prickly heat. As the men left Gay passed out on the bed, Madeline reached for the remote and stopped the tape. Turning to Gayla, she said breathlessly, “Gay, I’ve got to try it!”

“Two cocks at once? I can highly recommend it,” Gayla giggled. She tapped Bill on the nose. “How about it, Honey, you want to fuck Maddie with me?”

“You bet!” Bill grinned up at them.

“I’ll go get my cock,” Gayla said, rising from the sofa. She nudged Bill’s half-hard cock with her bare foot, saying to Maddie, “Meanwhile, why don’t you get Bill prepared?” She headed for the stairs as Bill stood in front of Madeline and she ravenously engulfed his cock with her mouth.

By the time Gayla returned, adjusting the straps holding the big black dildo to her loins and carrying a tube of lubricant, Bill had a magnificent hard-on, slick with Maddie’s saliva. She poured some lube onto her faux penis, then tossed the tube to Bill. Spreading the slippery substance over the entire dildo, she sat on the couch next to Madeline, who eagerly turned to straddle Gayla’s thighs. As Madeline kissed her hungrily, Gayla smeared the excess lubricant off her hand between Maddie’s legs, finding her smooth cunny already sopping wet.

Madeline grabbed the slick black dildo and raised her hips over it. She guided it to the mouth of her vagina, rubbing the head along her slot a couple of times before lowering herself onto it. She moaned into Gayla’s open mouth as the big phallus stretched her cunt wide and deep. Mmmm, it felt so good to be stretched open, and having Gayla wearing the dildo made it even hotter. When she was completely impaled on its prodigious length, she slowly ground her pelvis, unable to hold completely still. She frenched Gayla hotly as she felt Bill’s fingers spread lubricant between her quivering ass cheeks, his thick finger invading her yielding rectum.

Gayla reached around and held Maddie’s ass cheeks apart for Bill, her middle finger probing in between. Maddie’s tight asshole was stretched a little wider as Gayla’s finger slid in alongside Bill’s. Madeline shuddered as husband and wife fingerfucked her tightest orifice, one sliding in as the other slid out. The feeling was incredibly stimulating, and she made little mewling noises as she hunched her pelvis on the massive dildo filling her hot vagina. Breaking her mouth away from Gayla’s, she gasped, “I’m ready…I’m ready, Baby. Put it in my ass!”

Bill pulled his finger out and grabbed his greased cock, guiding it to her waiting bunghole. He felt her trembling, and she whimpered as he slowly pushed forward, the bloated head of his dick wedging itself into her protesting sphincter. He paused with just the head inside, reaching around to grab her small breasts and pinch her big cherry nipples. When he felt she had relaxed somewhat, he again pushed forward, his big cock sinking into her tightly clenching ass. She whined in pain, but he didn’t stop until his pelvis was pressed against her perfect buttcheeks, his bone buried to the balls.

“Yes….yessss,” Madeline hissed, the intensity of the sensations nearly overwhelming her as she was filled completely. Fuck, oh fuck it felt incredible. When she was able, she began sliding up and down on the long dildo, signalling Bill to begin fucking his big cock in and out of her tight little asshole. She moaned and whimpered, grabbing Gayla’s hair in her fingers and pulling her head into her breasts, pushing the little titty into her obliging mouth. “Ohhh, God!” she moaned as Gayla clamped down on her throbbing nipple and Bill fucked her ass in long, steady strokes. Oh fuck, the feel of Bill’s cock and Gayla’s dildo rubbing against each other so deep inside her was overwhelming.

Bill grabbed Madeline’s black hair in his right hand, pulling on it like the reins of a horse. With his left hand, he slapped her tight little ass hard, giving her a little payback for the whipping they had given him earlier. He was really stroking now, driving his meat up her asshole hard and deep, his groin smacking into her ass in a steadily increasing rhythm. It was so tight and hot, he didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to hold out. The feel of his wife’s dildo rubbing against his cock as they plundered Madeline’s sweet holes was fucking amazing. He continued slapping her ass and pulling her hair, riding her toward the finish line of her orgasm.

Madeline moaned mindlessly, lost in a whirlpool of pain and pleasure. She furiously humped the dildo as Bill hammered his big prick into her ass. The rush, ohhhh god, she was gonna cum so fucking hard, it felt like an explosion, she screamed out loud and crushed Gayla’s head to her bosom, her pelvis thrashing against the dual intruders. The air rushed out of her as Bill pulled her hair a little too violently and slamming his cock deep, the turgid organ twitching and spasming as he came far up her bowels.

Bill withdrew his spent dick and fell huffing and sweating upon the sofa next to his wife. Madeline slowly lifted herself, freeing her tender pussy of the massive intrusion. She clung tightly to Gayla until her breathing slowed and her muscles stopped quivering. She kissed Gayla, then turned her attention to Bill, a new warmth glowing in her face. She crawled from Gayla’s lap to his and looked toward Gayla for permission. Gayla nodded with a smile, and Madeline looked deep into Bill’s eyes, then kissed him tenderly and with passion. She snuggled into his neck as he looked to his wife, eyebrows raised in surprise, then slowly put his arms around them both, closing his eyes contentedly.

* * * * *

Brianna had been bored stiff all day. She had spent the day with Grandma, baking and going to the local flea market and helping her sew on a quilt, pretty much a snooze fest all day long. Billy had gone fishing with Grandpa. Grandpa was okay this morning, but last night when they had arrived, he had been confused as to who they were. Billy had entered ahead of Brianna, and Grandpa had seemed delighted to see him, calling him Bill Boy. But when Brianna came in, he had looked at her in surprise for a moment, then rushed over to hug her, saying, “Joyce! Joyce, I knew you’d come back!”

Brianna had been stunned. He’d thought she was Aunt Joyce, Daddy’s older sister. Aunt Joyce didn’t get along with her parents, and hadn’t seen them for years. Grandma had gently pulled him back, telling him, “No, Dear, this is Brianna. Bill’s girl.” Grandpa had stared at her confusedly for a moment, then wandered over to his recliner. Brianna had no idea he was that bad. “It’s okay, Dear. He just gets a little lost sometimes,” Grandma had said, patting her arm reassuringly. And he had been fine this morning, calling her by name, seemingly not remembering being confused the night before.

So she had spent most of the day with Grandma, but her mind had mostly been on the sexy things that had happened to her in the last few days. The old folks had gone to bed early, before 9, and she and Billy sat watching TV for a while. After 10, she went upstairs to take her shower. She was drying off afterwards when she heard a creak outside the door. The door had one of those big, old-fashioned keyholes, and she suddenly wondered if Billy was spying on her again. The thought of it sent a thrill through her, and she rubbed the towel all over her body in a slow and sensuous manner, imagining him on his knees out there stroking his erect penis, watching her. She pulled on her panties and slipped her sleep-shirt over her head. When she opened the door, the hallway was empty. If he had been there, he was gone now. She went to Aunt Joyce’s old room, where she was sleeping.

In a few minutes, she heard Billy come out of Daddy’s old room and go into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. She hesitated a few moments, then crept out into the hall and up to the bathroom door. Bending down, she put her eye to the keyhole. She had a perfect view of Billy, standing at the sink in only his underwear, brushing his teeth. After he finished, he stood looking at himself. She had to suppress a giggle as he flexed his muscles, posing in the mirror. Then he went over and turned on the shower, sticking his hand in to test the temperature. When he had it to his liking, he dropped his underwear and stepped into the spray, pulling the curtain. She gave a frustrated little sigh. She wanted to see his thing, but all she’d seen was his butt. It was a pretty nice butt, though, she mused.

After a couple of minutes, she heard the water shut off. Her breath caught in her throat as he flung open the shower curtain and she had a full frontal view of his dripping wet body. And there it was, soft like when she’d first seen it, the drooping testicles hanging behind it. He stepped out of the tub, reaching for his towel. She breathlessly eyed his swinging penis as he dried his face, then ran the towel down his chest and into his crotch. His penis grew half hard as he rubbed it, getting longer and thicker, pointing out in front of him. She lost sight of it as he bent over to dry his hairy legs, but she saw it again as he stood back up and turned sideways to face the mirror.

Now she had a side view of it as he put the towel over his head. His prick swayed and bobbed with his movements as he vigorously toweled his hair dry. She wanted desperately to see it get hard again, to see it get long and thick, the little pink head to grow fat and purple. She’d hoped that he had been spying on her and gotten turned on, so that she could watch him playing with himself. In fact, she had an urge to go in and touch him herself, like she had before. Only this time, she thought to herself, he won’t have to guide my hand, I know what to do.

She started to reach for the doorknob, knowing that the old door had no lock, other than the keyhole, which had no key, but she hesitated. As she was debating with herself, he reached over and picked up his clean underwear, pulling them on then reaching for his pajama bottoms. Darn! Brianna cursed herself, losing her nerve. She quickly backed away from the door and quietly went back into her room. A minute later, she heard him come out of the bathroom and go back to his own room.

She flung herself onto the bed in frustration, not even bothering to pull down the covers. She didn’t need covers anyway, Grandma and Grandpa kept it so warm in the house. She tossed and turned for quite a while, thinking about yesterday with Mrs. Gregory, and earlier with Momma, but mostly thinking about Billy’s hard penis. She could go into his room. He was just across the hall. Maybe he was touching it right at this moment. After a while, she fell asleep, visions of her brother’s cock filling her mind.

* * * * *

It was sometime later and Brianna was dreaming again. This time, Billy was licking her pussy. He must have snuck into her room, she thought, and now he had his head down between her legs and his tongue was running wetly over her hot pussy. She moaned and pulled her knees up, spreading her legs wider for him. He responded by pulling her thick labia apart and driving his wriggling tongue into her juicy hole.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized that she was partially awake and this was too real to have been a dream, but in her semi-conscious state, she was beyond caring. She squeezed her tits, pinching the hard nipples through the thin cotton material of her sleep shirt. The tongue moved out of her pussy and up to her stiff clitty, flitting all over the sensitive little knob in a frenzied dance of love. She moaned, coming more awake with each passing moment, but also getting hotter and hotter. A mixture of saliva and pussy juice was running down from her vulva and into the crack of her ass. She felt his finger go to it, spreading the slippery goo all over her sensitive butthole. Just as he sucked her engorged clit into his mouth, his finger pushed into her tight little ass.

Brianna came fully awake with a gasp, grabbing instinctively for his hair, pulling his face into her crotch as she came hard. Her hips bucked against his face as his finger wiggled in her asshole and his lips and tongue stimulated her throbbing clitty. Wave after wave of intense orgasmic pleasure washed over her, her moans filling the little bedroom where her aunt had grown up. Finally, her orgasm ran down, leaving her tingling all over and breathing hard, her rapid pulse thundering in her ears.

When she could finally think straight, she lifted her head from the pillow and looked down. She realized that her sleep shirt was pulled up around her waist. He had the crotch of her panties pulled to the side and was still slowly lapping up the remnants of her girl cum. Her feet were flat on the bed, her knees drawn up, and with the moonlight coming in from the window she could see his head nestled between her bare thighs. Something didn’t look right. His hair looked almost silver in the moonlight. “Billy?” she whispered.

Slowly, his head raised. She squinted, trying to see his face in the dim light. “I knew you’d come back to me, Joyce,” he whispered back. Brianna gasped in shock. It was Grandpa! She scrambled back away from him, sitting up and yanking her shirt down to cover herself. She was aghast. Somehow, the thought of Billy licking her had seemed all right, sort of natural, but Grandpa!?! And he thought that she was Aunt Joyce again, but why would he be licking Aunt Joyce? Suddenly she realized…Grandpa and Aunt Joyce had been lovers!

As he was slowly climbing from the bed, saying how much he loved her and missed her, she swung her feet over the side and stood up, but stopped herself. Her first instinct had been to go get Grandma. But what would she tell her? “Grandma, Grandpa thought I was Aunt Joyce and he licked my pussy.” No, she could hardly do that.

Now Grandpa was sitting on the side of the bed. He reached out and took her hand in his. “You do still love me, don’t you, Joyce?” he asked in a quavering voice.

Brianna could tell he was crying. She was filled with pity as she looked down at him. “Of course I love you…Daddy,” she whispered, touching his cheek tenderly. She couldn’t bring herself to tell him she wasn’t Joyce.

She allowed him to pull her down, going to her knees in front of him. He hugged her tightly, murmuring, “My Joyce. My sweet Joyce,” and she tentatively hugged him back. Then he moved her back a bit and quickly fumbled with the fly of his pajamas. Brianna’s heart skipped a beat as he pulled his limp penis out. In the dim moonlight, she could just see it lying against his light blue pajamas as he reached out and took her by the shoulders. “Kiss it, Honey,” he begged, pulling her towards it. “Kiss it like you used to.”

Brianna let herself be pushed down. It all seemed like a dream, that her Grandpa had just licked her ’til she came, and now she was going to suck him. And she was going to suck him, she knew. She wanted to, was terribly excited by it. With him thinking that she was Aunt Joyce, it seemed okay, like it wasn’t really her doing it. Or more accurately, that she was getting to do it as someone else. It gave her an anonymous sense of freedom, freedom to be as nasty as she wanted to be. She wasn’t Brianna anymore, she was Joyce, about to suck her daddy’s cock. That thought sent a shiver through her. Besides, she told herself, hesitating only slightly as her face neared his crotch, he won’t even remember it tomorrow.

Breathless with fear and excitement, Brianna puckered her lips and leaned the rest of the way forward. Her lips touched his soft, fat penis. It felt warm and silky soft, and smelled of soap, as if he had just washed it before coming in. She kissed it a few times, then tentatively stuck out her tongue and licked it. It didn’t taste bad at all, so she began licking it all along the sides, feeling it begin to stir against her tongue. She licked up to the tip, wanting to touch the head, remembering what Billy’s had looked like. But Grandpa’s was different, the skin was smooth right up to the end. It was only then that she realized he was uncircumcised. Somehow that excited her even more.

She opened her mouth and took his growing organ in, giving it a gentle suck. As it continued to get longer and thicker, she felt the head pop out of its foreskin hood, and she heard Grandpa moan as she explored the contours of it with her tongue. She felt his hand grope under her chest, finding her hanging titty and squeezing it through her shirt. She sucked the bulging head in and out of her mouth as his cock grew fully erect. She took the thick shaft in her hand, wrapping her slender fingers around it. It was at least as big as Billy’s, she mused, sliding the smooth skin back and forth over the rigid bone. And the smooth, plumlike head felt enormous, filling her mouth.

Grandpa was moaning quite loudly now, rocking his hips on the bed and playing with her dangling tit. Brianna was afraid he was going to wake Grandma or Billy. She remembered moaning herself just moments ago, but surely she hadn’t been this noisy. Suddenly, his entire body went rigid, and Brianna lost all thoughts of anything else as she felt his big cock spasm. Then hot liquid shot out into her mouth, instantly coating her tongue.

She was caught by surprise, feeling the rush of spunk spweing all over her tongue. She hadn’t even thought about what she would do when he came. She certainly hadn’t intended for him to go off in her mouth. But surprisingly, she found that she liked it. The taste was slightly salty, but not unpleasant at all. And she enjoyed the hot slippery feel of it as it shot out of the little slit in the fat, rubbery head. She gripped the shaft tightly in her hand, feeling it pulse and twitch as spurt after spurt of gooey semen filled her mouth. She was forced to swallow as the cum threatened to overflow.

When it had finally stopped, and she had swallowed every bit of it, she licked the residue off of his rapidly deflating penis. She let out a little giggle as the shrinking head pulled back into its sheath of foreskin, like a turtle into its shell. She smacked her lips, wishing it had lasted longer.

Grandpa sighed and kissed the top of her head, resting his head on hers for a moment, then stood up, pulling his spent penis back through the flap in his pajamas. He pulled her gently to her feet and hugged her briefly. “I’d better get back, before your grandmother misses me,” he whispered. Then he turned the covers down on the bed and guided her into it. He covered her up and tenderly kissed her on the forehead. “Good night, my love,” he whispered.

”Night,” Brianna murmured, somewhat dazed by what had just happened. She was suddenly very sleepy. Things were already growing fuzzy in her mind. She watched him slip out the door, quietly closing it behind him. Her heavy eyelids closed. It already seemed as if she had dreamed the whole thing, and she might even believe that if she didn’t have the taste of his cum lingering in her mouth. It was just before she drifted off to sleep that it suddenly occurred to her that he had said ‘your grandmother,’ instead of ‘your mother,’ as he should have had he really thought that she was his daughter.

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