The Hole in the Attic

This story is a continuation of Part 2, and all characters participating in sexual acts are 18 years or older. If you haven’t read parts 1 & 2, most of this will not make sense, so I recommend you go back and read them first.

Well, I completed my freshman year at Emory with a GPA high enough to ensure my scholarship another year. Maggie graduated from the University of Georgia and is months away from marrying the love of her life, Bubba. The North Carolina Panthers traded Bubba to the Miami Dolphins. Miami was able to get Bubba by giving the Panthers two first-round draft picks. Maggie and Bubba sold their condo in Athens, Georgia, and bought one in Miami, Florida. They forfeited the lease on the apartment in Charlotte, North Carolina.

I moved home for the summer. Mom and I had continued our playful antics or whatever you want to call it into the last semester of my freshman year. I took only morning classes during the second semester and met Mom several afternoons a week at home for a nice roll-in-the-sack. Mom loved the way I ate her pussy and told me so. I almost ask her if I was as good as Becky, her personal assistant (PA), but I never got the nerve. Dad never got home before six o’clock in the evening, and I was usually back on campus by then. Mom was still fucking Dad’s brains out any time he wanted, so I felt no guilt for taking my share of her overactive libido. When I moved home for the summer, Mom’s libido seemed to shift into overdrive, and she was giving Dad and me more sex than we could handle. She also continued to meet with her PA, Becky, often over the summer for sex.

Several months after settling in Miami, Maggie moved back to Marietta for two months to plan her wedding with Mom’s help. Bubba stayed in Miami with the team but flew into Marietta occasionally to be with Maggie. I watched them together from the attic when the time was right. Maggie and I also found time to have sex many evenings leading up to her wedding. It wasn’t as regular as it was previously, but still, it was a lot. She seemed to be hornier than our Mom. I still fucked Mom as often as I could, which was not as often as I wanted because Maggie was in the house. With Maggie back in our house, the danger of getting caught was great. I didn’t wish for either, knowing I was fucking the other, and I am sure they felt the same.

When Bubba was visiting in Marietta, I once spoke with him about his new contract with Miami. He wouldn’t give me many details other than it was much more lucrative than his contract with North Carolina. At Miami, he would be the first alternate back-up behind the starting quarterback. His annual salary increased substantially over the Panther salary. He had told me that his first year in the NFL, the panthers guaranteed him four hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars a year.

I asked him how it felt to have millions of dollars in the bank. I pictured him with a healthy bank account loaded with money. That’s when he explained how an NFL contract worked. He didn’t receive millions of dollars on the front end. He told me that much of the millions quoted by the sports media was what was referred to as dead money. It was there if he met specific parameters. His sports agent received a portion of the total contract value, and then millions of dollars went into insurance policies for him but were counted in the contract’s total value. And if he were injured, one insurance policy paid his guaranteed salary. Millions of dollars went into an annuity to pay his retirement if an injury forces him to give up his career. He was substantially rewarded but nothing near what the media made out. Most players did well, but they needed financial advisors to help them realize their greatest economic potential. Bubba launched into a tirade about hiring tax advisors, investment advisors, and lawyers. I finally found a reason to end our discussion and never brought it up again. I still considered him rich but not as wealthy as I first thought.

Our house seemed to always be in total chaos that summer while plans came together for Maggie and Bubba’s wedding. They didn’t plan a huge wedding, but still, it had everything in turmoil. Bubba was busy with his team for much of the summer. Maggie chose not to hire a wedding planner, so Mom and she planned the wedding together.

Even though school was out for the summer, Mom found it necessary to meet Becky at her office several times a month. Out of curiosity, I decided to hack Mom’s computer while she was in her office. It was as I suspected; Mom and Becky were still getting it on. I was reasonably sure Becky was bl-sexual and not a hardcore lesbian because she was dating many masculine guys who were rich and handsome. She always had a full calendar of dates.

The last time I hacked in on them, I got quite a shock. Both Mom and Beck were stark naked. Mom was seated in her high back swivel chair, and Becky straddled her lap. They were passionately kissing and rubbing their hard nippled breast against each other. Becky was rocking and moving in Mom’s lap as though she was riding a man’s cock. Both of them reached a powerful orgasm at the same time. Becky scrambled from Mom’s lap and said, “Okay, my turn.”

When Mom stood up, she was wearing an eight-inch strap-on cock. It was the kind that had an insertion that fit into the wearer’s vagina so both could feel the effect of a cock simultaneously. I switched off before Mom straddled Becky’s lap. I decided it was best to stop spying on them and let them enjoy whatever it was that kept bringing them together. I chose to believe that both were just two horny women who couldn’t get enough sex, and it probably didn’t matter if they were getting sex from a male or female.

***

I had two hot women in my house, yet some nights I lay by myself awake and fantasizing one or both was right there with me while I stroked myself to orgasm. Some times late at night, I would often slip next door to Maggie’s room, only to find her too exhausted for sex or already asleep. However, I knew Dad was still getting his share of sex from Mom because every time I went to the kitchen for a late-night snack, I could hear Mom’s sexy moans. A couple of times, I was listening to them as Mom had one of her signature orgasms. I knew it wasn’t right, but I would jack off in the kitchen while Mom sang her orgasm song and then spray my spunk in the sink. I now find myself getting hard every time I watched Mom fill the coffee pot with water at the kitchen sink.

One afternoon while Maggie met with her wedding cake designer, I strolled into the kitchen and found Mom leaning over, putting a roast in the oven. She was wearing tight shorts and a tee shirt. I couldn’t resist the powerful temptation. I moved behind her, wrapped my arms around her, and while cupping her breasts in my hands, I pressed my hard cock to her butt. Mom giggled and wiggled her ass against my cock. She was braless, and her breasts felt wonderfully firm. I nibbled on her earlobe and tweaked her hard nipples.

Mom whirled around to face me and planted one of the wettest, juiciest hot kisses ever on my surprised lips. I moaned into her mouth when she gripped my cock through my gym shorts and said, “I have missed this hard cock of yours for the better part of a month.”

I felt her warm breath on my neck; it was so soft and pleasing. I put my thumbs in her waistband and said, “Let’s get rid of these shorts, and I will bend you over the kitchen table and remedy that situation right now.”

“Oh, I would absolutely love that, honey, but Maggie could walk in at any moment,” Mom cautioned.

“So let’s go to my room, Mom,” I countered.

“We can’t do that, Sweetheart. It would be even harder to explain if she caught us together in your bedroom.”

“On the contrary, Mom, my room is perfect. We can hear Maggie when she returns, and she won’t come into my room without knocking. Once she is settled in her room, you can quietly slip back downstairs.”

Mom thought a minute, then agreed with a simple nod. We were in my bed and naked within minutes. Mom was on top, smearing her wet juices over my bare stomach. She kissed me once on the lips, and again her breath was so soft and delightful as it flowed over my chest. Mom broke the kiss and made her way down my body, kissing down to my navel. She paused to circled my belly button with her tongue and then made her way back up to my chest. She nibbled and sucked hard on my nipples. Maybe sensitive nipples did run in our family because that felt so good I thought I might have an orgasm with only nipple play.

“Mom, you may need to ease up on the nipple play. I am very close to losing my load, and I want this to last a lot longer.”

“Go ahead, honey and cum but do it in my mouth,” Mom purred. “I love the taste of your cum in my mouth.”

“But I want this to last, Mom. I’m afraid if I cum right now, I won’t be able to return to this degree of hardness.”

Mom looked at me with exasperation and sighed, “Since when have I not been able to suck you back to hardness quickly?”

I smiled, nodded my approval, and Mom attack my cock with the tenacity of a young freshman coed. Within minutes I pumped four powerful bursts of my sperm into her mouth. She gulped it all down then open her mouth to show me it was gone. I flipped Mom over on her back and buried my face in her pussy. I went straight for her clit and sucked it between my lips, and started hammering it with my tongue. Mom entangled her fingers in my hair and pulled my face against her pussy. I slurped and nibbled as she giggled and squealed. She bathed my face with her sweet nectar. We were lying there gasping and panting, preparing for the next round, when I made a casual observation. I never expected Mom to respond.

“I love that look you have on your face after a good orgasm, Mom. I could gaze upon your face forever when you have that look; that look of total satisfaction.”

“Is that why you like to spy on Becky and me when we are having our afternoon delight?”

“What!?”

I was shocked beyond words. How in the hell did she know I had seen her with Becky? I was beginning to panic.

“You think I have been spying on you, Mom?”

“Don’t pretend you think I didn’t know, Mr. Computer Genius.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Mom?”

“Honey, the camera light on my computer comes on every time the camera is activated. The first time it happened, I was puzzled and a bit angry. But then I thought, who had the smarts and the desire to activate the camera to watch me. The answer was simple. None other than my loving son, who worked so hard to get into my pants,” Mom said before planting a gentle kiss on my lips.

“Mom, are you saying you knew it was me all along, and you didn’t mind me watching?”

“I didn’t want you to know about Becky and me, but I found it exciting and arousing knowing that you were watching us. Each time you spied on us together like that, it became more arousing. The first time you opened my office door and caught us, I was terrified. I saw the door slowly open just a bit, and I could see in my mirror that it was you. My heart skipped a beat, and I wondered how I would explain it to you. But you just closed the door and left, never mentioning that day. Soon afterward, you started watching Becky and me together by hacking my computer.”

“What does Becky think about me watching you two together?”

“She doesn’t know, and I don’t plan ever to tell her.”

“Are you and Becky in love with each other?”

“Lord, no, Jimmy,” Mom yelped! “Sweetheart, if you are asking me if I plan to leave your Dad for Becky someday, the answer is a big NO! We just fill a need we both seem to require occasionally.”

“Can I ask you why you started using the big dildo? Isn’t Dad’s cock or my cock big enough for you, Mom?”

“Honey, that strap-on was for Becky’s benefit. She can’t seem to find a boyfriend who is endowed as well as you and your Dad. I certainly had no intentions of letting Becky experience the joy of your Dad’s big cock, so the strap-on was the next best option.”

“What about me, Mom? Would you consider letting Becky take a ride on my big cock?”

“Would you want to have sex with Becky? She is old enough to be your big sister. Would you not feel guilty being with someone your sister’s age?”

“Age has nothing to do with it, Mom. My dick has been hard for Becky ever since the first day you introduced us.”

“I didn’t know that, honey. Let me think about it. Maybe if you are a good little boy, I might loan her to you as a present. What do you think about that?”

“Are you kidding? I’d love it, Mom,” I answered pretty enthusiastically. Then added, “Of course, I don’t expect Becky to be as exciting or enjoyable as it is with you, Mom.”

Mom kissed me really, really passionately and squeezed my cock with her hand. I rolled on top of her, and I was getting ready to slam my cock into her wet pussy, when we heard Maggie coming up the steps. Maggie stopped briefly at my door. I was praying she didn’t open my door. I heard her phone ring. She answered her phone and proceeded to her room. We lay very still, listening through the wall as she spoke with Bubba.

“Do you think I should take this opportunity to escape downstairs,” Mom whispered as she squeezed and caressed my cock. The look in her eyes told me she didn’t really want to go, and the expression on my face was her answer. Maggie turned her CD player on and continued her conversation with Bubba.

Mom relaxed and kissed me again, shoving her tongue into my mouth. I got the impression she found it exciting being with me while her daughter, my sister, was next door and could discover us at any moment. Mom was breathing hard and kissing me all over my face and neck. She moved down, stopping at my chest again, and began playing with my nipples as she had done previously, but she was more forceful and harder. Mom was not as playful this time. She was biting, not nibbling as before, but then changed to a soothing licking as if to compensate for the pain she had caused. The pain and pleasure of her actions caused tiny electrical surges to work their way from my nipples to my cock. It felt delicious.

Mom continued kissing down my body till her face was level with my cock again. She blew on it, soft, warm, caressing breaths, tickling the hair on my balls with the warm breeze of her breath. It really wasn’t necessary for her to suck me again because I was as hard as ever. I just wanted to stick my cock in her warm pussy and fuck her like crazy while Maggie is busy on the phone with her soon-to-be husband, Bubba.

Looking up at me through a fringe of her blond hair, Mom smiled, opened her mouth wide, and sank her mouth onto my cock, enclosing it with her wet mouth, closing her soft lips around my shaft. I had no intentions of stopping what she had in mind. We both moaned at the intimate proceedings taking place between us. Mom sucked me deep into her mouth, then released me, never going too deep, but deep enough to feel really, really pleasant. I was rooted in her mouth, almost to the entrance of her throat. She flicked around the mushroom of my shaft with her tongue at times, driving me into raptures of delight with her oral skills. Every time she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, a shiver ran up and down my spine.

I didn’t want to waste another load down her throat. I wanted to feel the clenching muscles of her vagina on my cock. It was somewhat of a struggle to pry her from my cock, but I managed to get her off and on her back. I didn’t waste time licking her pussy. No, I moved between her legs and shoved my cock as far as I could. Mom grunted when my cock banged against her cervix. She locked her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. On my downstrokes, she would pull up with her strong legs and make a loud slapping sound as our bodies slammed together. After the third slapping sound, I heard Maggie stop talking on the phone. I cautioned Mom not to move for a moment. We both held our breath. There was silence in my room and Maggie’s for a long agonizing period. I heard Maggie whispered something on the phone, but I couldn’t make out what it was.

When I heard Maggie resume her conversation with Bubba, I continued with long slow, steady strokes in and out of Mom’s excited pussy. After several minutes of this slow fucking I felt the walls of her pussy start to flutter. She gasped, her legs stiffened, and she went rigid. Her vagina began milking my cock, and I had no alternative but to surrender to the orgasm roaring up my shaft from my throbbing balls. I was able to place my hand over Mom’s mouth a second before she tried to emit a sound barrier-breaking shriek. Mom broke into a cold sweat and shivered and shook for a full minute. When she finally regained her senses, she dressed and quietly made her way back downstairs.

I opened my laptop and pulled up a random porn site. I found a young couple loudly fucking and turned the volume up to where I knew Maggie could hear it. When Maggie finished her phone call, she opened my bedroom door. I was naked with my cock in my hand, watching the action on my laptop. She quietly backed out of my room, closing the door behind her. Maggie never mentioned any suspicions she may have had, and Mom could have won an Academy Award for how she played her virtuous part during dinner.

***

Well, it’s the lull before the storm. And it’s hard to believe two months have come and gone so quickly. My home has been in chaos and turmoil as plans come together for the wedding. Tomorrow is Maggie and Bubba’s wedding day. We still have the wedding ceremony, then the reception, and then the honeymoon. Too bad they can’t honeymoon in Maggie’s bedroom because I love watching and hearing Maggie’s orgasms.

For the moment, everything is quiet at our house. With Maggie’s wedding only a day away, Mom is at the country club meeting with the concierge. She is making sure everything is set for tonight’s rehearsal dinner. Dad was watching a ballgame on TV, and I was in my room surfing the internet. I heard Maggie moving around in her room and talking on the phone. I assumed she was speaking with Bubba. Mom and Dad wouldn’t let Bubba stay at our house this trip because they wanted to pretend Maggie is a traditional bride who would wait to have her first sex on her wedding night. Maggie was apparently checking in with Bubba, and I didn’t pay any attention to their conversation. I continued to surf the net and lost interest in what was going on in my sister’s room. I found a pretty good video about a young college boy who was banging his beautiful Mom. She looked a lot like my Mom. It was uncanny how much she favored Mom; same general build, blond hair, nice tits, and emerald green eyes.

I noticed things had gotten quiet in Maggie’s room. I assumed she was taking a nap and concentrated on the sex taking place on my computer. I thought I heard a moan from Maggie’s bedroom, but it could have come from my laptop. I decided to step next door and see what was going on with Maggie. If my timing is right, I just may be lucky enough to talk her into a bit of afternoon delight. However, before I could make my move, I heard someone knock on Maggie’s bedroom door.

“Not right now, Jimmy. I’m not dressed,” Maggie shouted at the door. That was usually her code for masturbating, and I don’t want to be bothered for a while.

“It’s me, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to disturb you,” Dad remarked. “I can come back later. I just wanted to talk.”

“No, wait, Daddy. Don’t go away. Wait right there and give me a minute to get decent,” Maggie replied.

I heard drawers opening and closing. The closet door squeaked when Maggie opened it, and then the sound of clothes hangers being move along the clothes rack in the oversized walk-in closet. After a rustling of clothes, Maggie said, “Two more minutes, Daddy, and I will be decent.

It was like I thought Maggie had probably been nude and was well on her way to an orgasm compliment of her fingers or maybe her favorite sex toy. I waited until she admitted Dad to her room and then dashed for the attic in my boxer shorts. I didn’t take time to slip on my gym shorts. I wanted to see how Maggie looked after being interrupted just before her orgasm. I got to the hole in the attic just as Dad sat down on the edge of Maggie’s bed. I had to hand it to Maggie; she looked pretty relaxed after almost being caught by Dad playing with herself.

I don’t understand why it took Maggie so long to let Dad into her room because she looked like she was wearing only a thin bathrobe. Maybe she was putting away her sex toys and making the space more presentable before admitting Dad. Dad was wearing a tee-shirt, gym shorts, and sneakers. Maggie sat next to Dad and pulled her robe tight around her. I saw her glance at the hole in her ceiling and wondered if she thought I might be watching from the attic. I could see her nipples harden and poke against her thin robe. It was then I recalled our conversation about Dad possibly spying on her when she was in high school. I also remember Maggie saying she liked the thought of Dad seeing her naked. That may be the reason for her hard nipples right now. She glanced up at the hole again and blushed. I assume there may be more of a show here than I initially thought, so I laid down on an air mattress and got comfortable. I placed a roll of paper towels at my side.

“What did you want to talk about, Daddy?” Maggie smiled.

“I wanted to talk about your big day tomorrow.”

“What about it? Do you have questions or maybe advice?”

“You are so beautiful, Maggie, and you will make such a beautiful bride, just like your mother did,” Dad commented.

“Thank you, Daddy. That is very sweet of you to say, but why the worried look on your face? My wedding is supposed to be a happy day.”

“Well, it’s not every day my little girl gets married and moves in with another man. I was thinking about it, and it was making me sad,” Dad answered.

“Sad! You’re not supposed to feel sad, Daddy. My wedding day is supposed to be filled with laughter and Joy. You know the saying; you’re not losing a daughter but gaining a son-in-law.”

“But I am losing a daughter, honey. You are moving down to Miami, and I will probably see you only at Thanksgiving and Christmas.”

“Come on, Daddy. When I was away at college, you only saw me on Holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas.”

“I also got to see you all summer when school was out. And I’m ashamed to admit it, but I am also jealous because I won’t be the most important man in your life anymore.”

Dad sounded like he was almost on the verge of tears. Maggie moved closer to him and put her arms around him. She rocked him back and forth as she said, “Daddy, you will always be important to me. And I will always be your little girl.”

Dad buried his face into Maggie’s bosom and began to weep softly. Maggie cradled his head and stroked her fingers through his hair. I could see one of Maggie’s hard nipples pressing into Dad’s cheek and wondered if he could feel it until I noticed his erection. I thought if it were me and her nipple was that close, I would want to turn my head slightly and bite down on that hard little joy-toy.

“Daddy, I love you so much and will miss you every day I am away from here. I promise you will always be in my heart and on my mind.”

Dad didn’t break their embrace but move a bit as if trying to get more comfortable. It looked like he lost his balance and placed his hand on Maggie’s bare thigh to recover. Once recovered, he didn’t remove his hand, nor did she ask him to remove it.

Maggie looked up at the hole in her ceiling again and said, “Daddy, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, Maggie, you can ask me anything you want, Sweetheart.”

“I have some things I have been wondering about.”

“Like what, sweetheart?”

Maggie looked up at the ceiling again and said, “Do you see that hole in my ceiling?”

Dad sat up straight and looked up at the hole and said, “That’s where that ugly light fixture used to hang. On your eighteenth birthday, your birthday wish was for me to take it down. And I did.”

“I’d like to ask you something about that hole, and I want you to promise me that you will answer me truthfully.”

Dad blushed and said,” I always answer you truthfully, honey.”

“Why did you never patch that hole?”

Dad stuttered and stammered and turned beet red. He nervously glanced up at the hole and then back at Maggie. She never broke eye contact with Dad waiting for his answer. I wanted to hear his answer also.

“I just never found the time with the demands my shop made on me and the different chores your mother had for me,” Dad stammered.

I could see Dad was fidgeting, and so could Maggie. It was pretty evident that Dad wanted to avoid telling Maggie the real reason. He tried changing the subject, but Maggie wouldn’t hear of it.

“Remember, Daddy. You promised to tell me the truth. So just think about it for a minute and tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing the truth.”

Dad swallowed hard and said, “Please, Maggie let’s just drop the whole matter and talk about your wedding day.”

“Did you ever watch me from up there, Daddy? Did you want to see me naked?”

“Please don’t make me answer that, Maggie. I don’t want you to hate me. I don’t want you to lose respect for me,” Dad pleaded.

“I would never hate you, Daddy. And I will always respect you. You probably don’t know this, but I wanted you to see me naked back when I was in high school. I wanted you to see I had become a woman.”

“You did?”

Dad looked baffled. He cleared his throat and said, “I never knew that, honey. I knew that boys wanted to see their mother naked and wanted their mother to see them naked, but I never thought girls felt that way.”

Maggie stood and opened her robe, exposing her nakedness under it. Dad gasped as his eyes studied her for a moment. He remained seated on the bed but trailed his fingers over her flat stomach.

“You look just like your mom, you know.”

“I do?”

“Oh yes.” Dad leaned forward and cautiously traced his hand up her leg from knee to upper thigh, stopping just short of her vagina. “The same long legs that I loved to have wrapped around me when I was buried deep inside her.”

“Oh, Daddy,” she murmured, sensing his change of attitude, his sudden openness.

Maggie was blushing and stepped closer to Dad. He trailed his fingertips from hip bone to hip bone. “The same wide hips designed to cradle a man between her soft thighs.”

Dad appeared to be in a trance. Maggie giggled as Dad trailed his fingers down her tummy to her blonde tuft just above her vagina and brushed his fingers over the curls. “The same silky blonde curls.”

Dad continued from her blond landing strip and stroked her smoothly shaved labia lips, and said, “The same pleasingly smooth vaginal lips.” he paused for a moment. “Did you know your mom shaves like this?”

Dad placed his hand on Maggie’s inner thigh again and slid his hand up her smooth, soft thigh until his fingers brushed her smooth pussy again. ‘Your Mom was right. I do love a smoothly shaved vagina. There is nothing sexier or more inviting than a women’s shaved pussy.”

Maggie giggled. “Really?”

Dad patted the bed and motioned for Maggie to lie down. She let her robe slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor. She scrambled onto the bed, and Dad pushed her onto her back, leaned over, and kissed her cunt. She gasped, and her nostrils flared. She spread her legs and completely submitted to Dad’s overtures.

“Maggie, honey, I am going to do something I’ve always wanted to do but never had the nerve to mention. I have dreamed of making you cum on my face with just my mouth and my tongue,” Dad said. “I’m going to suck, lick and bite your soft vaginal folds like I’ve done for your mother so many times. It will feel so good; you’ll rub your sweet womanhood on my face and beg for more.”

I couldn’t believe Dad’s frankness with my big sister. I would’ve never guessed that Dad would pursue sexual liberties with my sister, Maggie, in a million years. He made no pretense of not being enthralled with her sexy lithe body. It excited her and made my cock jump to attention. I rolled over on my side and released my cock, which was about to rip through my boxer shorts. I hadn’t taken the time to put anything else on once I heard Dad enter Maggie’s room. I didn’t know if anything would happen between them, but I knew my sister was in a high state of arousal, and anything could happen. I didn’t want to miss it.

“Oh, Daddeeeeeeeeee,” she squealed, her hips rocking.

Dad leaned between her legs, nipping and tugging at her shaved lips. Her fingers instinctively wove through his hair and gripped his head. She rode his face the moment he buried his nose into her, inhaling her sweet sex. Her juices flowed, coating his tongue. Dad sucked on her clit and teased it with his tongue until she arched her back and her pussy exploded on his face.

Dad moved up her body and kissed her, letting her taste herself. She sucked and licked his face and lips clean. Her tongue stroked in and out of his mouth. As they kissed, Dad stroked his fingertips up and down her inner leg, each time going higher. He traced little circles on her inner thigh and moved down again. I heard Maggie’s breathy whimper as he continued to tease her pussy then move away.

Maggie pulled Dad’s hand from her pussy and pressed it to her tit. Her hard nipple was in the center of his palm. I saw his fingers give a little squeeze. Maggie squirmed and rubbed her tit in his hand until he began teasing her nipple with his fingers.

“Daddeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! OH fuck fuck fuck!”

“Yes, baby,” he said, alternately tweaking her nipples, “feel it, enjoy it and let yourself go with it.”

“I do feel it, Daddy. And I am enjoying it, but are you going to tease me forever?”

Maggie’s hand trailed down the center of his belly until it disappeared in his gym shorts and found his throbbing cock tenting the fabric. She rubbed it against her hot pussy through the material of his gym shorts. Her folds are spread and ready for his entrance.

“Sorry, honey, I didn’t know I was teasing you. I thought you would be satisfied with affectionate cuddling. You felt so good in my arms I may have gotten carried away.”

“What?! Are you saying you only intend to stroke and tease my poor aroused body?” Maggie shrieked! “Are you going to make me ask for what I want?”

“You can’t mean you want to go further. Do you want to have real sex? I am your Daddy. You’re my daughter. It wouldn’t be right, sweetheart.” Dad continued to knead her firm tits.

“Daddy, oral sex IS real sex. I don’t care if President Clinton called it non-sex or not. I want the whole enchilada. I want YOUR enchilada buried deep in MY taco!

Maggie looked at Dad for a moment, removed her hand from his gym shorts, jammed her crotch against his cock, her tits into his chest, and kissed him like he was the man she was marrying. Things quickly turned more passionate and messy and hot, and she rocked her hips, rubbing her pussy on Dad’s cock. He pulled Maggie’s ass into him and pressed into her. Thin gym shorts are the only thing separating his cock from her pussy. She pulled his tee-shirt over his head and rubbed her tits on his chest, whimpering and tongue fucking his mouth. Dad quickly shimmed out of his gym shorts.

Maggie was nearly out of control as she continued to tongue fuck Dad’s mouth. She bucked and humped her hips until Dad got the message and rolled onto his back. Suddenly she was on top, straddling his waist. Dad positioned Maggie, so her wet silt was where it needed to be to accept his rigid cock. She rode his shaft while he pressed his thumb on her swollen hard clit. She kissed and rocked faster, gasping into his mouth. He took a bare tit in his other hands and kneaded and pinched her nipple. She began wildly riding his cock, and he pinched and pulled and twisted her nipple.

“Daddy, I’m cumming,” she wailed, and I could see the pulsing of her labia against his cock when she went over the edge. She collapsed against his chest. His hard cock was still in between her pussy lips, and she had to know he hadn’t cum yet.

“Cum for me, Daddy,” Maggie whispered against his ear. “Cum for your little girl. Pinch my titties! I love that. I love your hands on me. Stick your finger in my ass. I don’t care what you do to me, but I need to feel your cum shoot into me.”

Dad had difficulty catching his breath but bucked his hips, indicating he wanted Maggie to continue fucking him. Maggie understood what he wanted, arched her back, pushing her tits into Dad’s face.

“Suck them!” she shouted, and he raised his head and took her hard nipple in his mouth and bit and pulled and sucked. “Oh god yeah, Daddy, do it hard. I love that!”

Dad pressed her tits together while she rode his cock and pinched her nipples together. She moaned and asked for more. He tweaked and pulled, and she went wild on his cock. Her nails dug into his shoulders.

“More Daddy more! Make your little girl cum again!”

Her words sent me over the edge, and my cock pulsed and unloaded in my boxer shorts. The cotton couldn’t absorb it all, and my shorts were plastered to my cock. It had the same effect on Dad.

“Oh, my God, Maggie. I’m cumming! Get off quick, or I will cum in you!”

“I want you to come in me, Daddy. I’ve wanted to feel your cum in me for as long as I can remember.”

Dad went rigid, his face beet red, his breath irregular and rasping. Maggie fell forward onto Dad’s chest, buried her face in his neck, and bit and sucked; Putting her mark on him.

I laid on my back, savoring what I had just seen. I planned to sneak back down to my room as soon as I recovered from the amazingly incestuous father-daughter performance. I had just regained enough strength to leave when I heard.

“Please, Daddy, one more time. I need you to fuck me one more time before you go. We may never get this opportunity again,” Maggie pleaded.

Since Dad had just cum, I knew it would be a while until he was ready again, but he was doing an excellent job of staying semi-hard for her. His spent cock rested on his belly. She slid up and down the length of his pole, tits bouncing, head back, and long blonde hair flying around her. Maggie rubbed her wet cameltoe along Dad’s cock, spreading her natural lubricant, trying to bring his cock back to life again. I would never have thought my sister would ride my Dad’s cock to another fantastic orgasm. But not five minutes later, He rolled her on her back, kneed her legs wider, and drove into her with a desperate need to be deep inside her body. She shouted and pushed up into him, taking him deeper.

“Daddy, your cock is so hot inside me. It feels so right that we are joined together like this as close as we could ever be. As close as I have always dreamed, we could be.”

“And your young pussy is clenching on my cock just the way your mom’s pussy always does when we are fucking like this.”

“Really, Daddy?”

“Oh god, Maggie, it has never felt this good. Not even with your Mom. You are special. This is so special.”

“I need you, Daddy. I need you to feel you fill me with your seed.”

“I’m going to fill you up, honey,” He hissed.

Dad gathered her against him, realizing there was no turning back. She needed him as much as he needed her. Dad was on auto-pilot; he was driven. He pounded into Maggie’s tight cunt, and, in return, her cunt milked his cock of every drop of his ejaculate. I could feel my balls tighten as I neared my own explosion. And my cock throbbed and pulsed and pumped my hot seed into a paper towel this time.

I was so exhilarated I almost cried out loud. I knew I had to get control of myself before I screwed up and made my presence known. I knew I had to stop watching, but I just couldn’t because I needed a little more time to watch Maggie’s luscious body on Dad. Flashes of how good my cock always felt buried in her floated through my mind.

“Oh fuck Maggie, here it comes! I’m going to cum again. Are you close, honey? Do I need to hold off a while, baby?

“Yes, Daddy! Please don’t cum yet, Daddy, give me another few seconds of hard fucking. Chew on my nipples and keep pounding me with all you have, Daddy.”

“Eeeeeee… oh fuck fuck fuck I’m cumming, Daddy,” Maggie squealed. And at that exact moment, Dad went rigid and released his spunk. I watched it flow out of Maggie as he added a few more strokes before collapsing. I wondered if Dad was as exhausted as I was. I was utterly wiped out from just watching. I rolled to my back and shut my eyes. I don’t know if I dozed off or not. I had lost track of time.

I heard Dad grunt and Maggie giggle. I peered through the hole, and Maggie was again straddling Dad’s waist and rubbing her wet pussy along his stiffening cock. He was only semi-erect but well on his way to another full boner. I was proud of Dad’s stamina but was not surprised considering who was supplying his motivation. Dad weighed her breasts in each hand and teased her hard nipples with his tongue.

Maggie purred like a kitten and arched her back as she squirmed on his semi-hard member. She dry-humped Dad to her next orgasm while he sucked on her sensitive hard nipples. Dad was as close to her as he could get without sinking his cock back into her sweet body. I savored his closeness wishing it was me down there. Hard or not, I loved the way Maggie’s pussy felt rubbing on my cock.

I closed my eyes and imagined Maggie was lying with me in the attic. I felt air swirling around my cock and balls and pretended it was her gentle breath. The mere thought added to my arousal as my thick cock throbbed heavily on my stomach. I was reluctant to touch myself for fear of another ejaculation but sank further into my fantasy. My hips rocked as though I was in Maggie, but I resisted touching my cock.

When I returned my attention to what was going on below, I observed Maggie hovering over Dad’s cock, her hair caressed his thighs, and he growled the moment her hot wet mouth enveloped the head of his cock.

“Oh god,” Dad groaned when her tongue flicked across his plum-shaped cockhead, gathering the combined juices from their recent encounter. “Yes, baby… Your mouth… So hot… So wet… I love that so much. You are making me so hard.”

I watched in fascination as her teeth and tongue lightly scraped the head of Dad’s throbbing member. Dad’s hands dropped to each side of his hips on the bed so he could push up, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. I could imagine Maggie’s hot breath on Dad’s balls, her wet tongue, steamy mouth sucking, and teasing him with her tongue. It always felt so good to me and was driving me crazy just watching.

“Oh my god, yeah,” Dad hissed through clenched teeth.

Maggie sucked and toyed with Dad’s cock in her juicy mouth. Then licked up the underside of his cock to the tip. Her tongue probed the tiny pee hole, taking in pre-cum. Dad pushed up, and she allowed his cock to slide in her mouth. He began fucking her mouth slowly.

I closed my eyes, clenched my ass as I imagined Maggie deep-throating my cock. In my mind, I could actually feel her sucking and grazing with her teeth. Her nose was buried in the curly pubic hair that surrounded Dad’s cock. Maggie was breathing faster, and I heard her humming, causing vibrations in her throat. I could actually feel those vibrations on my own cock. Dad pushed up quickly and hard as her mouth took his cock deep. He squeezed his eyes shut and went rigid, pumping his entire load into her mouth. That’s all it took for me. I imagined it reverberating down my cock and into my balls, and I went over the edge again. I was prepared this time and empty my spunk into a paper towel.

I opened my eyes in time to see Maggie, naked on all fours straddling Dad’s body. His spent cock lay on his belly, still jerking as she crawled up his body, trailing her hard nipples along his chest.

“Oh baby, what the hell did you do,” He moaned.

Maggie lowered her body onto his, and he automatically put his arms around her. Her delicate freckled skin and soft body pressed into his hard body. Her firm hard nippled breasts pushed into his chest. Her head on his shoulder and soft breathing on his neck inflamed his cock again, and it grew hard between their bodies. My Dad would have to be superman to get another erection. I thought to myself. I just knew there was no way he could rise to the occasion. I was wrong.

Maggie used her feminine magic while rhythmically rocking her mound into Dad’s cock, bringing it back to life once again. My balls ached, knowing how close her sweet pussy was to Dad’s cock. Oh, how my cock would love being deep in my sister’s mystifying hole right now. Her chest heaved, driving her nipples into Dad’s chest. He squeezed her firm ass. She raised onto her knees again and brushed a pink nipple on his lips. He parted his lips just a bit, and she expertly dropped that nipple into his mouth and lowered her soft breasts against his face.

While Dad sucked on Maggie’s nipple like it was a lifeline, she straddled him with her knees near his hips and began sliding her gaping cameltoe along the span of Dad’s cock. He had probably not gotten that hard that fast since he was a young teenager. Her cunt was juicy and slowly slid the length of his cock. I knew the head wanted to push up into her, but she kept up her teasing ride.

Dad reached up and took her voluptuous tits in his hands. He kneaded and squeezed while he brushed both nipples across his lips. Maggie’s breathing became more rapid, and she was bearing down more, letting the head of his cock just barely enter her hot pussy before easing away and letting it drop against his belly. It had to be driving him crazy. I know it was killing me to see it get so close to entering. She was teasing him to the point of no control. He was definitely past the point of thinking they should not do this for now. I believe if mother had walked into the room, he still wouldn’t have been able to tear himself away from Maggie’s pussy.

Maggie finally reached between them and position Dad’s cock at her entrance again. Dad bit her nipples and tugged them longer and harder. Maggie whimpered and dropped down, taking his cock inside her this time. I wanted to scream for Dad to rock up and drive his cock more deeply, but luckily I had enough control not to do that.

Maggie started to rock her hips. She dropped her head and teasingly whispered in his ear. “Daddy, I need you to fuck me! Please don’t make me do all the work! Show me how much you want me!”

All rational thought apparently flew out of Dad’s head as he rolled her over onto her back and pushed his cock into her tight cunt. As the sounds of their sex rang in my ears, I’m not sure who was louder; Maggie’s rasping breaths or Dad’s grunts as he drove into her. I think her position allowed his cock to rub her clit each stroke because she was panting and climbing higher each time he slammed into her.

I was so envious. I wanted to feel my sister’s sweet cunt clamping on my cock right now. I wanted her hot juices on my cock, running down over my balls. I always loved how she would cum with a long low mewing and a rhythmic vaginal grip on my cock. It was next to impossible not to cum prematurely when that happened.

My big sister’s emerald green eyes filled with lust as she matched Dad’s strokes. Maggie was no longer just Daddy’s little girl or his daughter, but a woman like our Mom, Betty. I could see the similar sexuality, the demanding release Maggie exhibited. It was compelling in Mom and just as persuasive in Maggie.

“I’m cumming, Daddy. Oh god, Daddy, I’m cumming,” Maggie shrieked.

Dad grunted, released his seed once again into Maggie’s spasming slit. He rolled to his side and lay there like a panting dog. He was sweating profusely, and I think he was having difficulty getting his breath. I was afraid to touch my cock for fear I would erupt with another orgasm. A moment later, Dad was out of bed and gathering his clothes.

“Wait… don’t go, Daddy! Please don’t leave just yet,” Maggie pleaded.

“I’m sorry, honey, but I am beaten. I can barely gather the energy to move, baby. I am so exhausted,” Dad whimpered.

“Just lay here a moment and hold me, Daddy,” Maggie begged.

Dad relented and collapsed back onto the bed. Maggie wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Oh, Daddy,” She whimpered. Then cuddled in his arms and smiled.

Dad closed his eyes and appeared to drift away in slumber. I began to clean myself with another paper towel. I was reasonably sure that was all the sex Dad could handle for one afternoon. I know I couldn’t possibly handle just watching. Maggie had been an absolute dynamo all afternoon. She was out doing the Energizer Bunny.

However, I was wrong. I heard Dad grunt again and checked below. Maggie had rolled Dad onto his back and was grinding down on him again, smearing his limp cock with her juices. I didn’t know from where all her horniness was coming. One would think she hadn’t had sex for months. My poor Dad’s hands were caressing her bouncing tits, and he groaned, low and deep.

“I don’t think I have another orgasm in me, honey,” Dad whimpered.

His words seemed to challenge her. I could see Maggie diligently rubbing her clit against his pubic mound while her pussy engulfed his almost lifeless shaft. I don’t know how Maggie managed to get Dad’s limp noodle back inside her. It appeared Dad was empty, but her cunt was clenching tightly, trying to milk the non-existent cum out of his balls. He grunted loud, and his cock twitched as his exhausted cock wanted to give her what she demanded. I couldn’t watch Dad struggle any longer. I sneaked back to my bedroom. Fifteen minutes later, I heard Dad stumbling toward the stairs. I gave him five minutes and followed him down. He was in the kitchen clinging to the counter, guzzling a cold beer.

“What’s wrong, Dad? You look like you’ve been in a bar fight.”

Dad grimaced and said, “Believe me, Jimmy, I feel like I have been in a bar fight when in reality I’ve only strained my back. I’ll be okay in time for the wedding.”

“Don’t forget the rehearsal dinner tonight at the country club,” I reminded.

“Oh shit, I completely forgot about that,” Dad groaned as he let go of the kitchen counter, slid to the floor, and sat there with a dazed expression on his face.

I chuckled to myself, snatched a beer from the fridge, and returned to my room.

Mom came home shortly thereafter and found Dad exhaustedly sleeping on the den couch. If she only knew why he was so conked out, she probably wouldn’t have been in such a playful mood. I quietly watched from the kitchen as Mom admonished him for lying around.

“Okay, Charlie, you’ve lazed around all afternoon while I put the finishing touches on the rehearsal dinner,” Mom scolded. “What’s it going to take to get you off that couch and ready for Maggie and Bubba’s big evening. Do you think and nice blowjob will get you moving?”

Dad laid there with a bewildered expression, not knowing how to explain how his afternoon had gone. Mom must have taken his silence as an invitation to go through with the blowjob. She quickly surveyed their surroundings and unzipped his pants. Dad said nothing while I thought to myself, she will never get that limp noodle hard, not after what he had been through for most of the afternoon. I was wrong. Mom lived up to her reputation and sucked him to a full erection in minutes. I don’t know whether she could get any liquid reward for her efforts because I hurried to my room to squeeze out my own reward.

As usual, on Friday nights, cars of evening diners filled the country club parking lot. Dad took advantage of the valet parking. The main dining room was always crowded on weekends with club members and their guests because the country club had a renowned chef. Our rehearsal dinner was set up in a private dining room off the main dining room. Our group was small compared to the other diners.

Bubba and his parents, along with his two sisters, were seated in our private area and were sipping cocktails. The pastor and his wife were chatting with Bubba’s parents. The four bride’s maids and four groomsmen huddled at the far end of the table. Maggie’s friend from high school, Gina, is the maid of honor, and since I am the best man, I took a seat next to her. If you don’t recall, Gina is the girl who first bared her tits for me. It was an accident, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.

Bubba left his parents with my parents, and he and his two sisters joined Maggie and me at the end of the table. Becky, Mom’s PA, showed up without an escort and was seated next to Mom. I seemed to be the only one to find that strange. Mom saw me looking and winked. She gave Becky a big hug and then stuck her tongue out at me.

There were many toasts and lots of best wishes for the future husband and wife. The dinner was delicious, and the dessert was to die for, as the saying goes. While coffee was being served with the dessert, Mom took Becky on a country club tour. They were gone about forty-five minutes. When they returned, both had freshened their makeup and arranged their hair. Becky was glowing, but Mom looked flushed and a bit edgy. I think I know why she was flushed, but I don’t know where they could’ve found enough privacy to do what I suspicioned. Mom surprised me by giving me the thumbs up. I hoped she was telling me it was all set for Becky and me to get together.

Everyone left the rehearsal dinner a bit tipsy but sober enough to make it home safely. Mom and Dad went straight to bed. Maggie went to her room and got on the phone with Bubba. I went to my room and got comfortable with my laptop open to my favorite porn site. Thirty minutes later, I heard Maggie hang up with Bubba. I could hear her changing clothes and then silence. I waited for about ten minutes and then decided to visit her, just in case she had wedding day jitters.

I eased Maggie’s bedroom door open and found her thumbing through another bridal magazine. The wedding is tomorrow, so I didn’t understand why she was still perusing bridal magazines. I started to ask, but she put the magazine aside and smiled at me. She was wearing a nightgown that pretty much showed off her assets. I had seen her in that nightgown before when I first began to spy on her from the attic. I loved watching her rub her clit and fingerfuck herself. I loved watching my big sister fondling her breasts and gently tweak her erect nipples through her nightgown.

“Can I come in, Maggie? I want to talk to you about tomorrow,” I smiled.

“Tomorrow? Is something special taking place tomorrow?” She joked.

“I would think so, especially for Bubba. He’s only marrying the sexiest girl in all the world,” I laughed.

Maggie patted the bed beside her and motioned for me to sit. I was wearing a tee-shirt and gym shorts, sans my boxer shorts. Needless to say, my cock was already tenting my gym shorts. Maggie looked at my tent and winked.

“I believe my little brother really thinks I AM sexy,” she smiled and nodded her head to indicate she was referring to my bulge.

I blushed and covered my cock with my hand. Maggie pulled my hand away and gripped my hard cock. “No needed to hide that thing; I know the effect I have on my little brother. And besides, I would not have made it through the last two months without the help I got from this big fella here!” Maggie replied as she squeezed my cock.

“Oh shit, sis, I hope that means we can have one more fuck before your big day tomorrow?”

“I’d like to, Jimmy, but I am a bit sore down there, and I don’t want to be so sensitive there that Bubba doesn’t get to claim what is rightfully his to own after the wedding ceremony,” Maggie said as she squeezes my cock once again.

I knew why Maggie was sore but didn’t dare mention it. I had watched her fuck our Dad several times that very afternoon. I didn’t think Maggie would ever get enough of Dad’s cock. Every time he tried to leave her bedroom, she’d drop back on his limp cock and suck it back to life. I remember thinking she must have been trying to make up for all the times she wanted to fuck Dad during her teenage years but didn’t.

I thought to myself, what the fuck and said, “Maggie, you wouldn’t be that sore if you hadn’t tried to fuck our poor old Dad to death this afternoon.”

Maggie slapped me on my forearm and giggled, “I had a feeling you were up there watching.”

“I couldn’t help myself, sis. Old habits die hard.”

Maggie poked me in the stomach and grumbled, “Pervert!”

“We could do other fun things, Maggie,” I said as I winked.

“If you are talking about licking my pussy I appreciate the suggestion, but I am too sore even for that right now,” she apologized.

“Your pussy is not the only hole that can bring you pleasure, Maggie.”

My sister blushed red and began to shake her head no. I kissed her on her lips and caressed one of her breasts. “Have you ever tried it, sis?”

“If you are talking about what I think you are, the answer is a big NO! No, I have never tried it, and no, I don’t intend to let anyone near that hole. That includes Bubba!”

“But sis, if you never try new exciting things in the bedroom, you may never know the joys of total sexual satisfaction. Trust me, Maggie, I will go easy on you. And I promise to stop what I’m doing any time you say stop.”

Maggie stared at me for a long moment and then said, “I do trust you, Jimmy, but everything I have ever heard about anal said it was painful.”

“I won’t lie to you, sis. It can be a bit painful at first, but I will stretch you and lube you real well before I ever attempt to put my cock in your ass.”

Maggie continued to stare at me but didn’t say anything. I could see the wheels grinding in her head. One minute she looked as though she wanted to consent, and then the next minute, she looked terrified.

“What do you mean you will stretch me and lube me?”

“I will start with one finger in your butt and then let you get used to the one before I add additional fingers.”

“Additional fingers? Just how many fingers are you going to put up my tight little asshole?”

“It all depends on how quickly you start relaxing and letting your asshole expand to a width capable of handling my cock. Once it is wide enough to take the head of my cock we will lube your ass AND my cock really well and then start to slowly slide my cock in as far as it will go.”

“That doesn’t sound like fun to me, Jimmy.”

“It’s fun, sis, believe me. Once my cock is in your ass, you will be singing my praises.

“Jimmy, reach over into the drawer of the nightstand and get that tube of lubricant,” Maggie directed.

I did as Maggie asked and brought out a tube of KY Jelly, which must’ve been there since she and Bubba started sharing her room. As I handed her the lube, I hummed softly to myself with delight when I realized she was going to let me do her ass.

“Let’s take your panties off, sis, and I will lick your bunghole until you begin to relax, and then I will apply the lube and insert a finger. If it is too much, let me know, and I will go slower.”

“Do you really think licking my ass will relax me, Jimmy? If anything, that will draw my pucker string so tight you couldn’t fit hairpin up my ass,” Maggie laughed.

I put my thumbs in the waistband of Maggie’s panties and tugged. She lifted her hips off the bed to aid me. Her panties slid down easily and off. I couldn’t resist. I had to hold them to my nose and inhale. Maggie slapped my arm and gave me that big sister look, warning me to tread lightly. I placed my hands on her knees, pushed them toward her chest, and spread her thighs wide. I leaned forward and swiped her tiny butt hole with broad strokes of my tongue. Maggie giggled, grasped a hand full of my hair, and pulled my face into her ass. I rimmed her asshole a few times with my tongue before trying to penetrate her ass with my tongue.

“Shit, Jimmy, just do that for the rest of the evening. That felt marvelous, little brother.

I just smiled and reached for the lube. My heart was in my mouth, and my spunk was seething in my balls as I squeezed out a big blob of lubricant onto my finger. And then reached between the cheeks of Maggie’s ass and pressed my index finger into her asshole, sliding it in and out, back and forth to relax the muscle in readiness for the main event. I swirled my tongue around her starfish a couple of more times, then pushed my index finger into her butt to the second knuckle.

“Eeeeeeee!” Maggie squealed. “Oh my God, Jimmy, that feels wonderful!”

Maggie shrieked loudly and pushed her ass hard against my invading finger. I wiggled my finger a few times and then removed it. Maggie sighed with frustration. I coated my finger with KY jelly and reinserted it as far as it would go. I pumped my finger in and out several times before adding a second finger. Maggie didn’t balk at the second finger.

“Mmmm,” Maggie sighed as she closed her eyes and parted her lips. “Oh god, that feels good, Jimmy. Kiss me while you do that.”

“You think my fingers feel good? Just wait until you see how it feels with my dick in there,” I said and squeezed out more lubricant.

I pumped my fingers in and out a few times, twisting them to the right and left. Maggie cooed and purred with each insertion. I began to tongue kiss Maggie as I fingered her ass. I felt her gasp when I added a third finger to her tight little bunghole. She sucked my tongue vigorously and humped against my fingers. I pushed Maggie onto her back while slipping my gym shorts down. Her long blond hair was splayed out on the pillow, framing her beautiful face and making her look deliciously wanton. I had never thought I would ever see her so eager to be ass-fucked. I took my cock and rubbed my mushroom against her wet pussy.

“No, don’t, Jimmy. You promised not to fuck my pussy!” There was fire and a bit of fright in her eyes.

“I’m not going to fuck your pussy, Maggie. I am using your natural juices to lubricate my cock.”

“Then what?”

“Then I’m going to push my cock in your ass with a slow, steady pressure. If at any time you want me to stop, just say so.”

She moaned softly, her lips moving in a wordless plea. I knew she wanted my cock inside her, wanted to feel it sliding up into her back passage but was more than a little apprehensive she could manage such a monster, so I slowly greased my cock some more. Maggie’s fingers clawed at the sheets beside her, and her thighs flexed and quivered as she waited for me to penetrate her willing ass with my thick member. Maggie licked her full red lips. “Okay, Fuck me!” she purred. “Fuck my ass, little brother!”

I applied a generous amount of KY jelly to my cock and pressed my cock with caution into Maggie’s ass. I pushed my hips forward just enough to force the tip of my cock into her asshole, stretching the elastic ring of her sphincter. Just the head at first and then another inch of my shaft. I waited then, not trying to push in, savoring the feel of her hot rectum pulsating around the head of my dick. I felt her pressing against my cock. I pulled out a bit to allow her to adjust further. When she followed my withdrawal with another push, I assumed she wanted me to reverse direction. So I drove back in until my balls were against her firm ass cheeks.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch,” she gasped, “that hurts, that hurts more than I expected. Pull it out! Pull it out!”

I held myself in her hot, tight, anal opening, reveling in the feel of her sphincter clenching on my sensitive cock. I thought it was supposed to be like breaking a hymen. So I left it in so she could adjust.