Panting, reliving the scene along with them, I watched Daddy steer Mummy's hand to the hard shank in his pants. Daddy had begun the recitation to cover my indiscretion, I knew. But now, as he and Mummy recalled the groovy scene, neither one of them seemed to care that me and Tom were watching.
Tom groped for the little brass tong at the top of my fly. The dungarees fell open. His hand dove inside. He kneaded my pussy. "Ratty, baby," he said hoarsely. "Take them off. I want you to sit naked on my lap."
"You do it," I told him.
"Did… did… do you like being fucked in the ass?"
"Some… sometimes." My voice trembled. I could already feel the head of his cock sniffing the seam up the back of my jeans… was remembering the two times Daddy shafted my rectum, and envisioning Mummy stretched taut over the front seat of the coupe.
"Please, Take out your dick," I told Tom as the jeans slipped down my thighs. "We can do it right here. In the chair."
"Man!" Tom worked his hand under me. His stink-finger probed. "Ratty, it's so fuckin' tight," he breathed. "My joint'll probably bust you wide open back there."
"Hurry," I pleaded. "Do it. Bust me wide open."
I looked back to the sofa. Now Mummy's hand was inside the trousers, tight around Daddy's stiff pole, jerking him off, and Daddy was pulling the hot pants off her hips. "Nan. Fucking Nan," croaked Daddy. "Remember what you said when I first steered my meat into you? Bent all the way over the seat… ass tooted… cunt gaping… and when I touched the head to your pussy, you yelled, 'Put something on!' A rubber! Jesus Christ-a brand new little blonde cherry and you expected a rubber!"
Now Daddy looked at me. His eyes were glazed, beads of sweat stood out on his brow. He watched as Tom freed his cock and let it poke straight up between my legs. Then he looked back to Mummy and tore the shorts and panties from her lush quivering thighs.
Fucking Daddy! I thought, recalling the afternoon he'd refused to fuck his dick into me on the very same sofa. I closed my legs on Tom's joint, sawed it up and down between the puffy lips of my pussy. Momentarily I considered giving him a poke at the trampoline. The thought quickly fled. For although Tom had quite a shaft, Mummy had extracted Daddy's incredible monster, and I knew-since Daddy had stretched the barrier all out of kilter, and Mr. Levine-not Vie, he was too tiny-had added his thrust to the mess-there was but one engorged dick in the world capable of plowing deep enough, long enough, hard enough, to demolish the ridiculous elastic like fucking thing.
"Then when I slipped it up into you…" Daddy was saying. He paused to lift the crop top off Mummy's blonde head. Her enormous firm breasts juggled free. The nipples were hard, pink-red, twice the size of mine. Daddy's hands covered them. "When I buried the tip in that sweet virgin pussy of yours," he continued, bending to kiss first one peak, then the other, "and you moaned, and I reached around and took hold of your fabulous tits, you hollered as if I were plowing you with the driveshaft. It was tight, too. Christ! The tightest! I had to pound for ten minutes, holding you down, covering your mouth so no one would hear you yelling, before it was planted. 'You're killing me!' you wailed as the last inch bored in. I pulled back and looked down. There was blood all over my joint. Remember?" Again he paused to undo his belt and let Mummy yank the trousers and shorts off his legs. He glanced our way. "Sit on my lap," he told Mummy. She did. She sat facing us, eyes tightly shut, legs astraddle his knees and cunt dripping its juices all over his nuts, his thighs, the sofa. "Christ!" Daddy went on, planting the tip of his dick in her white blonde pussy. "I saw all that blood on my cock and went crazy. I watched your tight gash nipping the head, and thought, God! This can't be real! It's too fucking hot, too soft, too good to be true! Then I drove my joint up into you 'til there was nothing but hair against hair and balls slapping your ass. You moaned. But it was different sound… deep… hungry… animal. I had you impaled, the cherry gone, and you were starting to like it. I could feel it in the way your body moved… the way your tiny inner cunt muscles beat angel wings on my shaft. I made you bend even farther, took firm hold of your hips, and shafted those coils like I was digging for the rest of the gold. Motherfucker! I'll never forget it! You whimpered, like a fuckin' kid, like a fourteen-year-old, like…" he stopped, unable to finish.
Like me! I completed for him inside my head. I watched him-hands on her round belly, ass humping drive the full length of his cock up in-to Mummy's blonde sheath. And while I watched him, he, over Mummy's shoulder, was watching Tom lift one side of my ass and place the head of his dick against my tight shitter. The glans bored in. I gasped, twisted down until half the meat poker was buried hot in my rectum.
"Katty, you're beautiful," groaned Tom driving, driving, forcing his delicious hard cum machine deep in my bowels.
It was marvelous. Stupendous! I could see the bowed underside of Daddy's ridged tool working in Mummy, not five away, and feel the dick high in my belly. I pressed down. The last fiery inch ground its way past my stretched sphincter muscles. I worked on the shaft, massaging it from within. I sobbed and pressed Tom's hand to the wet lips of my twat.
"Oh, that's good," murmured Mummy. Her beautiful face was contorted, body tense. Her long blonde hair bobbed as she bobbed on the stake. "So… ummm! Good! So goo… ohhhhhhhhhhhh! So fucking! Fucking! Fucking! Fucking… owwwwwwwwwww!"
"And then when I really tore into you," rasped Daddy, fingers spreading the lips of her twat, kneading her bush while they screwed. "When I got you all wet and slippery and… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Nan, baby! Nan! When' I backed off and began plowing with quick even strokes, and you tried to take even more, butting me back against the dash board, trying to take my nuts, everything down there… like now. Like… that's it, baby. Sweet. Sweet white-haired pussy. Take it all Nan. Like the first time. Take every mother fuckin' hard inch of cock I own."
I watched and pretended it was Daddy's big dick in my asshole. But sitting down was no good. I had to get out of the chair. With me on his lap, Tom couldn't retreat far enough to pound it the way I wanted to have it socked to me. "On the floor," I breathed, slipping off his shaft with a loud plop! "Quick. Hurreeeeeeeee!"
I tore off my blouse, my bra, prostrated myself on the coffee table-buttocks high, trembling, aching to feel the return jam of hot meat. I watched Daddy's glistening cock go swiftly in and out of Mummy's sopping wet pussy. I panted. I strained. "Hurreeeeeeeeeeee!"
Dropping to his knees, Tom came up close behind me. "Kathie. Katty, honey baby. Jesus." I felt his hands all over my trembling ass. His fingers slid down the hot crack, spreading my cheeks. The head of his shit-coated cock again bored into me. He planted a quarter, half… two-thirds the length… retreated and rammed the last swollen inch up my rectum. I felt it inside me. Expanding. Breathing. "Fuck me!" I demanded. "Hard! Fuck my ass harder than you ever fucked before."
"Man." Tom pulled back and burned it up into my asshole.
I gulped, fell forward, sliding with the coffee table and knocking the can of whipped cream to the floor. I could feel it at the lower end of my stomach, it seemed. But I didn't care if it tore my insides out. I didn't much care about anything except the cum I knew would soon blast off in my belly. I threw my hips back, meeting him thrust for thrust… taking all of his pistoning shaft, and loving the feel, the pain, the exquisite sensation of having my rectum reamed.
The sight of us, on the floor, almost at his feet, must have really turned Daddy on. For suddenly, as if he wanted to be close to me, he unshafted Mummy-lifted her, as if she were a rag doll, straight up and off his long cock-ordered her down on all fours, dropped to his knees behind her, and placed the huge head of his shaft to the mouth of her shitter.