Heaven

Warning! The sex described in this story is extremely casual. There are also a lot of incestuous encounters. If any of this bothers you, I advise you to read another story. If not, enjoy!

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Who-is-who: (returning characters)

Jamie, the protagonist of the story, has one younger sister Cindy.

Their parents are Cynthia and Mark.

Their neighbors are Simon and Caroline.

Mark has a sister, Maureen. Her two boys are Samuel and Noah.

Cindy is engaged to Jason.

Jason’s mom is Lorna.

Malcolm has made the transfer from the “Just a cumrag”-series.

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“Well, considering we’re all out of hard cocks…” Maureen stated, a bit disappointed.

“Not quite,” Malcolm spoke up as he grabbed his semi-hard cock in his right hand and gave it a few pumps. Damn, that guy had some impressive regenerative capabilities. Maureen’s face lit up as she saw him approach her.

“I am going to put up your ass though,” he stated, as-a-matter-of-factly.

“Boy, you can put that thing anywhere you fucking like,” Maureen whispered dreamily, as she noticed his cock becoming fully hard in his hand.

“Let’s get some privacy,” Malcolm whispered as he led her into the kitchen, away from our prying eyes.

The rest of us just stayed quiet and just sat there, looking at one another, doing our best to eavesdrop on what was going on in the kitchen. It only took about twenty seconds before we started hearing skin slapping against skin and an occasional moan and whine from Maureen.

“Oh fuck yeah,” she whispered.

“Oh god, you’re big.”

“Oh fuck, yes, pull my hair.”

“Yeah, fuck my fat ass… harder… harder!”

None of us spoke or even whispered. Even Samuel and Noah – having recuperated from their little play time – sat down on the couch, as silently as possible, listening to their mom being all she could be.

After a few more minutes, Maureen squealed, “Oh shit, I am cumming… oh yes… yes… oh fuck yes!”

Her moaning and whining continued for quite a while as Malcolm fucked her through a pretty loud and powerful orgasm. About two minutes later, Malcolm let out a powerful grunt, indicating that he too was climaxing.

Shortly afterwards, Maureen stumbled into the living room, a bit wobbly on her feet and whispered, “I need a shower.”

Mom smiled at Cindy and me and asked, “Will one of you help her to the bathroom?”

Cindy jumped up and volunteered, leading Maureen out of the room.

“Well, now that the kitchen is free again, I’ll get started on the hors d’oeuvres,” mom grinned.

“I’ll help you,” I said, realizing that I wasn’t going to get any action or conversation out of the guys.

Mom and I spent the next twenty minutes or so in the kitchen preparing all sorts of snacks. As we were bringing them out and putting them on the living room low coffee table, Cindy finally came prancing in.

“Ah, there you are,” mom said, “What took you so long?”

“I uh… helped aunt Maureen clean herself up,” Cindy smiled, then pushed the tip of her tongue passed her closed lips and used her right thumb and index finger to pluck one of Maureen’s pubic hairs off of it. God, realizing what my sister had been doing for the past twenty minutes made me really horny again.

“Cover for me,” I whispered, as I walked past her and rushed up the stairs.

When I barged into the bathroom, I found Maureen still standing under the hot shower. She noticed me, but didn’t say anything. Not even when I took off my clothes and sank to my knees in front of her.

“Your uh… sister just cleaned my pussy,” she whispered, a little confused.

“That’s okay,” I smiled up at her, “I am here for the other hole.”

Surprised and shocked, she smiled and slowly turned around, putting both hands up against the wall and pushing her ass back towards me.

Without any hesitation, I wedged my face in between her ass cheeks and went to work, licking up and slurping up everything and anything I could find. Most of it was water from the shower, but once I actually stuck my tongue up her butthole, I came across something else, probably Malcolm’s fresh goo. I had two fingers up my own twat before long and fingered the shit out of myself.

“God, I missed this place,” Maureen moaned.

A few minutes later, I came like a little bitch with my tongue up aunt Maureen’s ass. When I was done orgasming and humiliating myself, I got up and showered alongside her for a minute or two, before drying myself off and returning to the living room, finally giving Maureen some privacy.

When she came down about ten minutes later, we started the snacks and drinks and played a few board games, with all of us still naked. Around 7pm, dad put on a flame-resistant apron and fired up the BBQ. He had barely gotten the fire going when mom and Cindy slowly slid off their chairs and crawled under the table.

While dad was tending to the fire, his wife and daughter worked their way around the table, pumping and sucking every cock and fingering and licking every twat – including mine. For minutes on end, they moved around down there, switching targets. Noah came first. Then Malcolm and finally Samuel. With all cocks now out of commission, mom and Cindy were left with two more pussies.

I peeked under the table and noticed Cindy licking my twat, which meant that mom was eating out Maureen. While mom was doing her best to be a very sloppy, loud eater, Cindy was exactly the opposite. She licked very slowly, very carefully and never inserted more than a digit up my wet twat.

At first, I thought she was just taking her time, but when Maureen started whining and panting, Cindy stopped altogether and looked up at me from under the table.

“Fake it,” she whispered as I could see her furiously fingering her own twat.

“What?” I replied, confused and frustrated.

“Fake an orgasm,” she said, “I don’t want you to cum!”

“Oh, you fucking bitch,” I whispered as I watched her finger the shit out of herself with her right hand and roughly squeeze her tits with her left hand.

“Do it,” she repeated as she was clearly about to climax herself.

I put my hands flat on the table and started rocking in my chair, loudly pretending that I was cumming.

“Oh, fuck yeah, you stupid twat,” Cindy grunted, cruelly mocking me, as she orgasmed violently.

While both Maureen and Cindy were orgasming for real, I faked the whole thing. God, I felt like such a joke. Even as she stopped touching me down there, focusing solely on her own pleasure, I continued putting on a show. She glanced up into my eyes as she squirted onto the floor in between my feet over and over again.

“Stupid cunt,” she whispered. I simply stared back at her and continued moaning and whining.

When she’d had enough, Cindy got up from under the table and, after noticing that no one was paying attention to us – they were either talking to one another or still enjoying the aftermath of their orgasm – she wiped her sodden fingers on my mouth and chin.

“That was a new low… even for you,” she chuckled, spreading her juices all over my stupid face.

“I know,” I whispered, shuddering in wonderful disgrace as I closed my eyes. Shortly afterwards, dad came in, carrying in a first selection of grilled meat. Still horny as fuck, I started eating along with everyone else. Cindy shot me a few dirty looks during dinner – knowing that her juices were drying on my face – but for the rest, nothing interesting happened.

During dessert, mom gave Malcolm a handjob without either of them getting up from their seat. She really took her time and continued eating her sundae with her other hand. When he was about to cum, she took a big scoop of ice cream, put it in her mouth and then quickly bent down to slid her mouth over Malcolm’s fat cock.

“Fuck, that’s cold,” he hissed, just before ejaculating into her slut mouth.

Inspired by mom’s lewd example, Cindy grabbed Samuel’s dick and Maureen grabbed Noah’s dick. As soon as she’d raised her head up from Malcolm’s lap, mom reached out for dad’s dick. With all the spoils of war divided, I realized there was nothing left for me downstairs. I probably could have joined one of the other sluts, but the truth of the matter was that I just wanted to wallow in self-pity.

I went up to my room, planning to give myself a thorough drilling with one of my dildo’s. I had just about put on white silk panties and matching top – I loved masturbating in silk – along with some white socks, as my feet were cold, when dad entered the room without knocking. To my surprise, he was sporting a massive boner.

“Bitch left me hanging,” was all he said, as he wrapped his right hand around his shaft and began choking his already purple cock head. From the looks of things, he was eager to pay the humiliation – he’d no doubt received from mom – forward. He pushed me down on the bed, pried my legs open, pushed my panties out of the way and slid his giant cock into his little girl without warning.

“Jeez, fuck dad, you’re so fucking big,” I moaned, impressed by his size and firmness. He didn’t respond and just started ramming. In, out, in out, in, out… over and over again. Based on the pace and vigor he was fucking me with, I could tell he wasn’t going to last very long. I realized I probably wasn’t going to get a chance to cum, although he was stretching me with almost every shove.

Suddenly he grabbed my top and ripped it down the middle, clear in half, exposing my tits. Surprised and a little annoyed, I whined, “Oh dad, that was one of my favorites.”

Again, he didn’t respond and reached out to grab my panties. Out of reflex, I put my hands on top of his and tried to stop him… but to no avail. With a single, powerful tug he tore my white, silk panties in two. Just like with my top, he didn’t actually care about taking them off… he simply wanted to destroy them.

As he started shuddering, betraying the onset of his climax, he grabbed my left leg, brought it up next to his head and pulled off the white sock from it with his right hand. Then, as he let go of my leg, he pushed the white sock against my mouth, prying my lips open with his fingers.

I opened my pie hole and let him stuff my dirty, white sock in there. I told myself that I was humoring him because he was too strong and I figured I’d better not fight him on this, but the truth of the matter was that I felt like a randy bitch. I wanted him to abuse me.

Two seconds later, he pulled out and quickly straddled my chest, jacking his cock above my face. With his eyes on the white sock in my half-open mouth, he emptied his balls all over my dumb face, from forehead to chin and from cheek to cheek. I moaned and squealed in fake protest, realizing he’d get a kick out of that.

When he was empty, he laid down and snuggled up against me. After about twenty seconds, I took the sock out of my mouth and used it to scoop up as much of his gooey cum as I could. Then, I threw the sock onto the floor and reached out to flick off the light.

“Night daddy,” I whispered and closed my eyes.

“Night cunt,” he replied softly. I couldn’t help but smile…

The following morning, I awoke to the feeling of something dripping onto my face. As I had a pretty good idea what it was, I carefully opened my left eye and saw dad pumping his massive morning wood.

“Oh dad, really?” I whispered, as I quickly closed my eyes, realizing the bulk of his load was yet to squirt out, “It’s too early for a facial!”

“It’s never [moan] too early for a facial [grunt] Jamie,” he replied as he shot four thick, gooey ropes of warm cum across my face. Next, he wiped his drained cock on the tip of my nose and my left ear lobe. When there was no sperm left in his fat tube, he laid down and wrapped his arms around me.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, right?” he chuckled, openly mocking me as he gently squeezed one of my boobs.

“Asshole,” I grinned, enjoying the warmth of his body.

“Whore,” he whispered, already drifting off.

I also fell back asleep, with another smile – and another disgusting load of cum – on my slut face.

About forty-five minutes later, I woke up as I felt a draft. Slowly opening my eyes, I noticed dad sneaking out of the room. I tried to get back to sleep, but after tossing and turning for about ten minutes, I realized I was done sleeping and got up as well. I put on a halter top and some panties. As I passed by the other rooms, I peaked in.

Cindy had taken the master bedroom and was lying in between Noah and Malcolm. She was wearing one of mom’s bustiers – a black one – with matching panties. Both items were covered in dried-up cum stains – as was her face – and the bustier had been ripped to reveal her right tit. On the floor, next to the bed, were two dildo’s and an ass plug – all of them used. She clearly wasn’t missing Jason all that much…

Mom, Maureen and Samuel had taken the guest bedroom. The women had apparently shown young Samuel the time of his life. He was lying on the floor, in the middle of the room, with a dog collar around his neck. He was spooning Maureen, while mom was spooning him. Both women had a used condom sticking to their forehead.

There was no sign of dad anywhere. I headed down and walked into the kitchen, where I noticed that the garden sliding doors were ajar. I walked out and noticed dad sitting on his knees on the neighbor’s deck, facing Caroline who was sitting on the stairs leading to the house.

As I walked over, I noticed that she was in her bathrobe – which was hanging open – with her legs spread wide, so that dad had a clear view of her pussy and her tits. I knew she wasn’t wearing panties, because they were draped over dad’s face. He was sniffing them as he was jacking his cock, panting and breathing heavily.

With my arms wrapped tightly around myself to fight the morning breeze, I walked up to them and stopped about a meter shy of dad. Caroline glanced at me as she exhaled the smoke from her cigarette.

“Oh daddy, this is so messed up,” I sighed, as I slightly bent my head and looked at the view he was jacking off to. As soon as Caroline realized that I was leering at her cunt as well, she opened her legs a little wider.

After just looking for about twenty seconds, I reached out my right hand towards Caroline’s twat and asked, superfluously, “May I?”

“Of course, that’s what she’s there for,” Caroline grinned. I gently traced my index finger across her trimmed bush and touched her moist lips. Then, while I turned my head towards dad, I brought that same finger to my mouth and sucked it clean.

Caroline, realizing I was going to do that again, quickly flicked her cigarette butt onto the deck and leaned back on both hands, opening herself up even more. She lustfully glanced down as I was reaching for her twat again. This time, I kept looking at dad – finding her hole by feeling around. As soon as I found it, I entered her with just the one finger, slid it back and forth a couple of times and then brought it back to my mouth where I sucked it clean, over and over again.

“God dad, you’re so pathetic,” I grunted, as I slipped my finger into Caroline’s cunt yet again, “You’ve got four willing bitches at home and one here… and all you can do is jerk that stupid dick of yours.”

“I offered him a blowjob, but he refused,” Caroline grunted as she glanced down at my finger fucking her sopping wet twat, “He just wanted to sniff my panties and pump that fat dick of his.”

“What can I say,” I replied as I sucked my finger clean again, “He’s a sucker for humiliation.”

Then, I inserted not one, but two fingers up our neighbor’s twat. While I started fingerfucking her, I looked at dad and said in a childlike, condescending voice, “Well, if you need to sniff those panties and wank your little prick, then you go right ahead.”

Caroline grunted and grinned at my belittling comment. And as it turned out, that was exactly the extra humiliation dad needed. I had only just finished that spiteful remark when he grunted and began shooting thick ropes of cum all over deck. Caroline and I both stared at the lewd display, while I kept plunging my fingers in and out of her dripping twat.

Using the same voice as before, I whispered, “Good boy! Empty those tiny little balls… that’s it!”

Dad moaned and groaned for twenty seconds non-stop, squirting out an impressive amount of spunk. As soon as he opened his eyes again, I brought my fingers to my mouth one last time and started sucking them clean, right in front of him, teasing him.

Seeing me do that trigged a series of minor convulsions as the last of his spunk dripped out his spent cock. When he was all done, Caroline leaned forward and reached out for her panties, still draped over dad’s face.

“I’ll take those,” she said as she snatched them away, “Now go bug someone else.”

Obediently, he got up and stumbled back towards the house.

Caroline and I now looked at each other, wondering what was going to happen next. Figuring that no matter what, I’d best be naked, I quickly took off my top and panties and threw both items on the grass behind me.

“Do you want me to get Simon?” she asked, looking me up and down, realizing how randy I was. I shook my head as I looked at her, staring in between her thighs, contemplating my next move. Just three seconds later, I reached out for her right hand, took her panties from her and hung them around my neck. Then, I kneeled down in front of her, carefully positioning both my knees in dad’s thick, gooey cum.

“God, you’re as bad as he is,” Caroline whispered, tugging her right nipple. I grinned and put my head in between her thighs. I started planting soft kisses all over her tummy and inner thighs, gradually progressing to her wet hole. Using my left hand for support, I used the right one to play with my own clit. I wasn’t going to cum this way, I knew that, Caroline knew that. At least dad had his ejaculation to work towards… I was degrading and humiliating myself, just for the fun of it.

After several minutes of licking and eating her stuck-up twat, I suddenly heard their back door opening, and then Simon’s voice, booming, “Well well well, what do we have here?”

I glanced up and saw Simon standing there, with his half-hard cock in his right hand.

“I am not quite sure [grunt] what this is,” Caroline replied, not taking her eyes off me.

“Suck it,” I said, poking my head up long enough to say that.

“What?” Caroline asked, surprised.

“Suck his cock,” I said, sticking my tongue back in her hole as quickly as I could.

“I [moan] don’t wanna [moan] do that,” she grunted, glancing up at him.

“Suck his cock [lick],” I repeated, “Or I’ll let him [lick] fuck me [lick], in [lick] whatever [lick] hole [lick] he wants [lick]… and I can guarantee that [lick] he’ll have a lot less fun [lick] in your mouth!”

She looked straight into my eyes for a few seconds, giving the matter some thought.

“Well, if I…” Simon tried to put his two cents in it.

“Shut up. No one wants to hear you talk,” Caroline rudely cut him off.

Then, she turned her head towards his dick and opened her mouth, wide. A tad surprised, but not about to waste an opportunity like this, Simon hung his hard cock in her mouth and shuddered as his wife closed her warm lips around it. Content, I lowered my head again and continued sucking Caroline’s cunt.

I glanced up once in a while and was pleased to see that, although she was sucking and slobbering non-stop, Simon wasn’t getting any closer to a climax. She was slutty as hell, but without any rhythm or passion, she was just going through the motions, making sure that he got as little pleasure as possible.

Trying to make things a bit more interesting himself, Simon reached out and touched his wife’s right tit, only to be slapped away immediately. Even when he tried to just caress her hair, Caroline tilted her head, moving away from his touch. Reluctantly and frustrated, Simon accepted his fate and just stood there, watching his wife pointlessly drool all over his cock and balls.

I continued licking and sucking for a while until I felt her convulsing – and getting even more moist.

“Squirt in my face,” I murmured, barely taking my mouth off her twat to say that. She let Simon’s dick slip from her mouth as she gawked down, getting ready to cum. She shuddered and convulsed wildly, before eventually freezing up for a moment.

“Oh fuck,” she grunted, “I am cumming… I am fucking cumming… in your face!”

It wasn’t so much a clear squirt as just more moisture on my face, but Caroline was having an orgasm nonetheless – in my face. She forcefully grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face deeper into her soaking wet cunt. It took her well over a minute to get it all out of her system. Then, she released my hair and sighed, sitting up.

When she opened her eyes again, she whispered, “Correction… you are worse than your father!”

I smiled and was about to get up, but Caroline wasn’t done with me yet.

“Did I dismiss you, you little whore?” she barked. Immediately, I sat back down, hands on my thighs, like a submissive little bitch. She glanced up at Simon, grabbed his semi-hard dick and maneuvered him in between us, so that he was facing me. Then, she reached her right arm in between his legs and started tugging his dick, lewdly from behind.

“There she is, your favorite little slut… all hot and wet, waiting for you,” Caroline whispered, peeking around his torso, glancing down at me. Instinctively, I grabbed my right tit with my left hand and brought my right hand down to my own twat, which I started fingering, for their viewing pleasure.

“Oh look, she’s playing with herself… for you,” Caroline whispered, “Why don’t you empty those big, fat balls in her whore face?” Now that she’d gotten a climax of her own, she was less of a bitch and a tease and apparently didn’t mind her husband getting some relief himself.

I realized that once again, everyone was going to get his or her climax, except for me. I gawked at Simon’s big mushroom tip and positioned my face right in front of it, aching for another degrading facial. Caroline jacked and pumped his dick fiercely for several minutes, until his cum blasted out, splattering against my already soaked face, creaming my eyes shut and clogging up my nose.

Then, suddenly, everything went quiet. I gently began scooping Simon’s gooey cum out of one of my eye sockets, and tried to restore, at least partial, vision. I took me over forty seconds to be able to open my eye and see past the blurry cum haze. I was more than a little surprised to see Caroline lovingly sucking Simon’s cock, thoroughly cleaning not only his shaft and tip, but also his balls and nutsack.

“Why are you still here?” Simon asked, taking the lead, now that Caroline had settled into a submissive role. Using just the one eye, I got up and sashayed my humiliated ass over to the house. I quickly rinsed off my face in the kitchen and took a seat at the patio table with a book and cup of coffee. As dad had apparently gone back up, it was just me downstairs. For twenty wonderful minutes, I was able to enjoy some peace and quiet – reading more pages in my book than I had done in weeks.

Suddenly, I heard stumbling coming from upstairs. As I looked up, trying to figure out which room the noise was coming from, I was startled by a knock on the glass patio doors. As I turned my head, I noticed Miranda standing there, waving and smiling. Still naked, I got up and let her in.

“Hey Miranda,” I smiled, “What brings you around?”

“Morning,” she replied, staring bluntly at my tits, “I need to talk to you and your sister actually.”

Before I could ask another question, Samuel and Noah walked in, both of them stark naked and sporting massive morning boners.

“Wow,” Noah blurted out as he saw Miranda standing there, wearing white sneakers, little white socks, a short red skirt and a white top – which barely covered her belly button.

“You’re new,” Samuel commented insolently, wrapping his right hand around his cock.

“Seriously guys,” I said, slightly embarrassed by their rude behavior.

“It’s okay,” Miranda whispered, cracking a smile, “I don’t mind.”

“Suit yourself,” I muttered, shrugging my shoulders.

Figuring introductions were in order, I said, “Miranda, these are my nephews Noah and Samuel… guys, this is Miranda, a friend of ours.”

“Well, hello beautiful,” Noah grinned, now also grabbing his dong.

“Don’t let us interrupt you girls,” Samuel smiled, “Please continue.”

“So, you were looking for me and Cindy?” I asked, trying to restart my conversation with Miranda, as I walked around the table and took my seat again.

She finally took her eyes off the guys’ cocks and turned to look at me.

“Please don’t tell me you’re bailing on the bachelorette party tomorrow?” I asked.

“No no, I am still going to be there,” she said, as Noah stepped up behind her and bent her over onto the table. She didn’t object, but instead placed both hands on the table – without taking her eyes off me.

“Then what?” I asked as Noah pulled down her skirt, along with her white panties.

“My parents moved Susie’s coming of age party… to tonight,” Miranda replied, as he stuffed his cock in between her ass cheeks, his swollen tip looking for her pussy.

“Wasn’t that planned for next month?” I asked, “Your sister turned 18 three weeks ago. What’s the sudden rush?”

“Well [sigh],” Miranda replied as Noah penetrated her, “The little cunt threw a bitch fit [moan] yesterday when she heard that [moan] one of her so-called friends [grunt] bumped her party [moan] to next week. And you know Susie [moan]… she absolutely [moan] has to be first!”

“I see,” I whispered, seeing Noah fuck her harder and harder, causing Miranda to reposition her hands a few times. Remarkably unperturbed, she kept her eyes on me, pretending that it was just the two of us in the room.

“So, where does that leave us? And the bachelorette party” I asked.

“We should [grunt] be okay. Introductions start [moan] at 8. The main [moan] event is planned for 10pm. Once the little bitch [moan] has been [moan] fucked senseless, it’s just [moan] a matter [moan] of draining the left-over [moan] cocks and we can [grunt] close up shop. We just [moan] have to make [moan] sure that Cindy [moan] doesn’t get too [moan] much action. She’ll [moan] need her [moan] strength [moan] tomorrow.”

Then, Noah quickly moved his hands from her hips to her rack, pushed her top out of the way and callously grabbed her bra-covered tits as he violently convulsed inside of her.

Miranda closed her eyes for a moment and let out a single, barely audible “Fuck”.

As soon as Noah pulled out, his brother quickly took his place, sliding his morning boner with great ease into Miranda’s drenched and over-easy twat.

“Shit,” she moaned as her body needed a moment to adjust to another raging hard dick inside of her.

“Right,” I shook my head, realizing I had been distracted for a moment, “So… Cindy!”

“Maybe you should bring Jason along [moan],” Miranda replied, “Susie’s always [moan] got the hots for him.”

“Good idea! Seeing him do your little sister should put her off for the rest of the night,” I replied.

“Where is Jason [moan] anyway?” Miranda asked, as Samuel undid her bra and reached around her to grope and juggle her fat tits up and down.

“Well, let me put it this way: he’s a bit of a momma’s boy,” I chuckled.

“Aren’t [moan] they all?” Miranda grunted.

“Fuck yeah!” Samuel replied, uninvited, as he too unloaded deep in her slutty pussy. Miranda closed her eyes again briefly and bit her under lip, thoroughly enjoying her role as indifferent fuck hole.

When his orgasm was over, Samuel stepped back and joined his brother in the kitchen for a glass of water.

“Wanna clean me out?” Miranda asked casually, lewdly darting her tongue in and out of her mouth, making it disgustingly clear what she wanted me to do.

“I… I’d better not,” I replied, slightly taken aback by her suggestion.

“Oh, come on, please,” she whined, “I can’t go back home like this.”

We both knew that that was a lie. She’d walked home in far worse shape than this.

And yet, I took the bait.

“Fine, maybe just a little kiss,” I whispered, as I got up from my seat and slowly walked up to her. Feeling extremely randy, I squatted down and stared at her ass and pussy for a second – feeling my own cunt water.

“Make sure they can see you eat it,” Miranda whispered, loud enough for Samuel and Noah to hear. I glanced over at them for a moment, making sure I had their attention before facing Miranda’s ass again.

First, I slowly ran a finger over her inner thigh, scooping up the cum that had already oozed out. I put that finger in my mouth as I briefly looked over at the guys again. Needless to say, they were intrigued. Then, I put my lips against Miranda’s left ass cheek, gave it a kiss and then did the same to the right one.

Realizing I was about to dive in, Miranda reached back with both hands and lewdly pulled her ass cheeks open as she laid down flat on her stomach. Too horny to turn down this kind of invitation, I shoved my face in there and started licking and sucking greedily and loudly. God, I was such a slut!

“Oh fuck, that’s it!” Miranda chuckled. With my open mouth up against her cunt and my tongue prying her hole open, I was able to suck up and swallow most of Noah’s and Samuel’ warm sperm. I sucked and slurped until all the gooey stuff was gone, and then began feasting on her cunt juices.

About four wonderfully nasty minutes later, Miranda suddenly lost interest and stood up, forcing my face out from between her ass cheeks. She turned and briefly glanced over at the guys, before bending down and kissing me full on the lips. We Frenched for about thirty seconds, wildly darting our tongues in and out of each other’s mouths – both of us evidently aroused by everything that had just happened.

No matter how worked up we both were, eventually our kiss ran out of steam.

“So, I’ll see you guys at 8.30 then?” Miranda asked, as she put her tits back in her bra, fastened it and pulled her top down again.

“We’ll probably be fashionable late, as usual, so better make it nine-ish,” I whispered.

“Fair enough,” Miranda smiled as she pulled her panties and skirt back into place.

As I rose to my feet, she turned towards Samuel and Noah – who were still staring at us – and whispered seductively, “Bye boys.”

Taken aback, the boys raised their right hands and awkwardly uttered a few syllables – neither of them actually saying an actual word.

“They’re so cute!” Miranda giggled, amused by their embarrassment and clumsiness.

“Don’t forget to bring Jason,” she added, as she opened the patio doors and stepped out.

“I won’t, don’t worry,” I whispered, “See you tonight.”

After closing the patio doors, I walked past the boys and headed up, in search of my sister. As I walked past the different rooms, I noticed that the configurations had somewhat changed since earlier that morning.

In the guest room, aunt Maureen was on hands and knees, facing the door, with Malcolm slamming into her, hard and fast. When I noticed a creamy load of cum already dangling from her face, I smiled, realizing they’d probably been at it for a while. In the master bedroom, I found mom and dad in the middle of the bed, facing away from the door. Mom was spooning dad.

As the other bedrooms were empty, I realized that Cindy was probably taking a shower. As I backtracked towards the bathroom, Malcolm – and his giant erection – stepped out of the guest room, right in front of me. There was no way he could have pleasured Maureen in those few seconds, so I realized he had left her hanging. A low, frustrated grunt, coming from the guest room, confirmed my suspicion.

“Bitch needed it bad,” he grinned, insolently cupping one of my tits.

I smirked, not knowing what else to do or say.

“Speaking of bitches…” he smirked, glancing me up and down, “… I was hoping to do your mom next.”

“Oh,” I whispered, trying to hide my disappointment that he wasn’t talking about me and signaled towards the master bedroom, “She’s in there.”

He placed his hands on my hips and gently nudged me backwards as he stepped into the doorway and peeked inside. I couldn’t help but glance down at his massive pole, which was now almost touching my tummy.

“Perfect,” he grinned after evaluating the situation inside the master bedroom, “Watch this.”

He walked up to the bed and got on his knees, right behind mom. He slowly folded the sheets back to expose her naked body. Instead of pushing her on her back, as I had expected him to do, he pushed himself up against her and squeezed his big cock head in between her ass cheeks.

Startled and still sleepy, mom glanced back over her shoulder. Almost immediately, she slowly lifted her left leg to allow Malcolm easier access to her twat. Just a few seconds later, she inhaled sharply and let out a soft, deep moan, indicating that all of Malcolm’s dick was now inside of her.

Gently, Malcolm started fucking her, getting a slow and steady rhythm going. After shafting her for about two minutes, he suddenly put his hand on mom’s left leg and guided her foot against dad’s back – who up until now hadn’t moved a muscle. Was he really still asleep, or was he pretending to be?

Mom glanced back at Malcolm, not sure what he was up to. But, despite her confusion, she started playing along and began nudging her foot into dad’s back on her own accord. Over and over again, each time with a little more force. Pretty soon, dad had no other choice but to turn and see what was going on.

When he saw his whore of a wife getting fucked by this arrogant, annoying little pest, about half his age, he sighed and turned back into his original position. Because that was such an obvious tactical mistake, I could only assume that dad was deliberately playing into Malcolm’s hand.

Encouraged by dad’s apparent indifference, Malcolm picked up the pace and started fucking mom harder and deeper than before. Meanwhile, she kept pushing her foot deeper into her husband’s back, causing him increasing discomfort. Eventually, instead of telling them off, dad simply scooted closer to the edge of the bed – while I noticed his hand stroking his dick under the sheets.

The harder Malcolm fucked mom, the more she extended her foot and pushed it into dad’s backside, and the closer dad scooted towards the edge of the bed – and the harder and faster he jacked off. When mom eventually started orgasming wildly around Malcolm’s fat cock, he reached out to grope her left tit while he whispered something in her ear.

Mom squealed loudly – clearly liking what she was hearing – and promptly gave dad one more powerful shove with her foot, pushing him clear over the edge. The ensuing thud drove mom even deeper into orgasm, making her scream at the top of her lunges. Meanwhile, dad got on his knees next to the bed and started jacking off for keeps this time, getting off on his wife climaxing around a younger, bigger cock.

Not giving a flying fuck about mom’s pleasure, Malcolm suddenly stopped fucking her and pulled out – partially ruining her orgasm – and rolled her over twice, so that she ended up on her back, with her head hanging over the edge of the bed, right underneath dad’s face.

“You fucking brat,” mom whined, as she watched Malcolm positioning himself on his knees, right next to her face, jacking his fat cock.

“Did he… ruin it?” dad timidly asked.

“Yessss,” mom replied, glancing up at her pathetic husband, her voice filled with both lust and anger.

Eager to pay the frustration forward, mom started groping her fat tits with one hand, while her other slid down between her legs. Dad gawked at her, playing with herself, as he pumped his dick even harder and faster.

“Enjoying your role as a cuckold, sweetie?” she teased in a low, soft voice.

Dad didn’t reply, he couldn’t… he was too busy jacking off and drooling over mom’s little performance. Realizing that Malcolm had maneuvered her into this particular position for a reason, she briefly looked up at him and his huge, throbbing cock and seductively licked her lips.

Then, she looked back up at her husband and whispered, “I think he’s going to cum in my face!”

“Damn right I am, you fucking slut!” Malcolm groaned, oozing testosterone.

“He just called me a slut, honey… aren’t you going to say something? Or are you too busy whacking off?” mom continued to pester dad, while her fingers were going absolutely berserk over her clit.

Before dad could even think about replying, mom sealed the deal by saying, “Should I just let him give me a facial then… and take his disgusting sperm all over my stupid face?”

Dad – clearly on the verge of blowing his load – grunted and managed to utter a single syllable, “Yesss.”

Malcolm, however, was one step ahead of him and started ejaculating long, thick strands of gooey cum all over mom’s face, just inches away from dad’s gaze. The sight of his wife’s face getting plastered with someone else’s nut juice, was enough to trigger his own climax.

With a loud, powerful roar, dad flung his load against the side of the bed and on the floor. It was all over in less than twenty seconds. As soon as all the sperm had been dumped, mom stopped playing with herself and took a moment to catch her breath and compose herself – as did Malcolm and dad.

I admired Malcolm for dominating both of them, and I admired mom for getting both of them off – almost simultaneously – and while I felt just a bit sorry for dad, I knew that he loved getting degraded like this. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d loved every moment of it.

With the show over, I turned and walked towards the bathroom, looking for Cindy.