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The minute Melissa entered Stephanie's bedroom, her girlfriend muttured, "About time! What were you..." and the rest of her peeved question died on her lips as she took in Melissa's semen-encrusted face, neck, and breasts. "Oh. I see. You two just couldn't wait, huh?" she asked in a flat tone.
"It's more than that. A lot more," Melissa told her young lover. "And I'll tell it all to you. But first, I would really love it if you would clean all your dad's come off me. And if maybe you'd be willing to make me come at the same time?" she asked hopefully. "I've just been through one of the most bizzare experiences in my life, but it was really beautiful and a total turn on at the same time. I'm so fucking horny right now that if I don't get to come soon, I swear, I'm ready to start fucking that bedpost!"
Stephanie stared at Melissa for a protracted moment before her own curiousity and lust took over and a small smile crept over her face. "Well, we can't have that, can we? We're still trying to get your wrecked pussy back in shape. Come here, my love, and let Mama Stephanie take care of you. And you can tell me your story; something tells me it's a very interesting one."
"Oh, it definitely is that," Melissa confirmed as she gladly climbed onto the bed beside Stephanie, who hurriedly pushed aside her homework books and papers to make room.
Soon Melissa was lying beside her black-haired girlfriend and Stephanie was starting to push her fingers into Melissa's dripping cunt slit. "God! You weren't kidding about how turned on you are, Mel," Stephanie remarked as her fingers probed deeply into the big, soft girl's vagina. "You're like a fucking fountain down there!"
"Told you," Melissa sighed with pleasure at her lover's touch.
"Okay, baby, out with it," Stephanie demanded before bending her head forward to begin licking up all her father's jism from Melissa's face.
So for the next thirty minutes, as Stephanie brought Melissa to a gut-wrenching climax and Melissa returned the favor, plunging her fingers into Stephanie's twat until she was crying out in orgasmic excitement, Melissa recounted the entire series of events, from the odd conversation with John about his conflicted feelings about Stephanie and Keith's growing affection, to their discussion of the best way to broach the subject of John's incestuous relationships with his own children to Melissa's mother, to the even odder request for her to remain as a silent participant in the phone sex between John and Melissa's mother, John's confession about a fantasy of three-way sex between him, Melissa, and Melissa's mother, and finally to the relevations about their plans and hopes for all the members of both families to collectively marry but with three separate official marriages for the rest of the world.
By the time Melissa had finished her tale, with occasional interruptions for climaxes on the part of one girl or the other, they were both flopped on their backs on the bed, their chests heaving, and their bodies drenched in perspiration. But through it all, Stephanie had listened in almost total silence save for her moans, gasps, and soft cries as she climaxed. So once they had both recovered their breath, Melissa asked hesitantly, "So? What do you think?"
"Does it matter what I think?" Stephanie responded in a tight voice. "You did what you did because you thought it was the right thing to do at the time. It's not like you asked me about it beforehand."
"Oh, Steph, it's not like that at all!" Melissa exclaimed, distraught. "You know that sometimes the time is just right for something and you have to go ahead and to it. This was one of those times. So, yeah, it does matter what you think. Both your dad and I really love you and don't want you hurt or upset, so I really need to know how you feel, about all of it. And if your feelings are hurt, then let's talk about it and I'll try to make it better," she pleaded.
Stephanie regarded her redheaded lover through narrowed eyes for a protracted moment, but finally shook her head, "Damn you, girl. I love you too much to stay mad at you, even when I want to. So," she drew a deep breath before continuing, "If I'm being completely honest, what I'm really feeling is that it sounds like an incredibly hot scene and I'm jealous as hell that I couldn't be there too. Okay," she nodded in a determined way, "I've got that off my chest."
"And a very sexy chest it is, too," Melissa smiled adoringly, running her fingers sensuously over Stephanie's small breast mounds and still-erect nipples.
"Thank you," Stephanie replied with a mischievous expression. "I've even forgiven you enough that I won't make you stop doing that."
"I'm glad," Melissa said softly, inwardly relieved that her lover appeared to have recovered from her initial shock and hurt feeliings. "So? What else?"
"Well," Stephanie went on, a little breathlessly as Melissa had put her free hand into the dark-haired girl's crotch and begun sliding her fingers up and down Stephanie's cunt slit slowly, "First, that's kind of interesting to know that Dad was freaking about me and Keith getting closer. I mean, I feel both kind of good and kind of bad about that, you know?"
"How do you mean, my love?" Melissa prompted as she plunged a pair of fingers up Stephanie's cunt hole.
"Ohhh! God! I can never get over what your touch does to me," Stephanie moaned. "Well, good, `cause it's nice to know he cares enough about me to be jealous, but bad because he's so stupid to think that whatever Keith and I have would ever change the way I feel about him," she continued, beginning to pant heavily.
"Just what I told him," Melissa nodded. "I think he got it eventually. I mean, I did basically accuse him of wanting me to share the phone sex with my mom because he was jealous of you and Keith, and he totally denied it. I believed him, too. He was being, like, completely honest with me by then. About everything," she emphasized.
"Good," Stephanie nodded breathlessly. "Ohhh! God! Ease up a bit, love, or I'm never going to remember everything I want to say!" she pleaded. Melissa slowed the tempo of her fingers sliding up and down Stephanie's cunt slit and, with a relieved sigh, her girlfriend continued. "As far as why he did want you to share the phone sex with your mom, I think you hit it on the head when you called him on wanting to fuck you and your mom at the same time. And believe me, I totally get that. Shit, I want to fuck you and your mom at the same time, so I can't really blame him for that," she giggled hoarsely.
"And I do think your advice to him about waiting to tell your mom about what all of us have been doing together until after he's fucked her good and hard is perfect," Stephanie continued. "We should tell your mom the exact same thing next week if she starts worrying about how to tell my dad. That way, we've got the whole thing covered going both ways."
"Oh, God, that's perfect, Steph!" Melissa cried, pleased at her lover's perceptivity.
"Actually, I'm kind of glad you got to listen in to our folks having phone sex," Stepanie admitted, "Though I get how weird it might have seemed."
"Only at first," Melissa acknowledged, "Once they got going, it was really kind of beautiful. Just hearing two people who are obviously falling in love making each other happy. And of course, once they really got going, it was getting me so fucking turned on, I could hardly stand it!"
"Yeah, I could tell that," Stephanie grinned knowingly, putting her fingers back into Melissa's pussy for emphasis, making the plump girl gasp and moan with renewed arousal.
"But like I was saying, I'm glad you heard all that because it tells us just how far along they're getting," Stephanie explained as she teasingly circled Melissa's clit. "I mean, it's one thing to know they're listening to each other masturbate, but things have moved a bit past that now. I mean, your mom basically promised Dad a blow job tomorrow, you know? It won't be long now before they finally start fucking."
"Yeah, I thought so, too," Melissa nodded. "I even thought maybe they'd figure out a way to do that tomorrow, but something about the way my mom was talking, it was like she's still not quite ready for that, and sucking him off was all she'd commit to. But by next weekend? Definitely possible," she grinned. "We'll just have to make sure of it, won't we?"
"We sure will," Stephanie agreed with a conspiratorial grin. "And if they keep having phone sex like that all next week while Dad's out of town, I wonder if they're even going to be able to wait until they get home!" she giggled.
"Well, I hope we can arrange it so that doesn't happen," Melissa said with a gleam in her eye. "I'm really hoping that once they do fuck, they get everything out in the open and then we can all join in. We can't do that if they decide to fuck in the car or go get a hotel room somewhere."
"Hoh! Oh, God! That feels incredible, love," Stephanie gasped in response to Melissa's fingers plunged deeply into her cunt hole before responding, "Yeah, I hadn't thought about that. But I know you'll be able to work it all out. You always do," she panted.
"Thanks, my love," Melissa groaned as Stephanie's finger gently teased her now turgid clit.
"And as far as telling him about what we'd talked about earlier, you know? About all of us getting married?" Stephanie went on, "I understand why you chose to do that right then. Like you say, sometimes the time is just right, and he'd basically confessed that he wants all of us to be together already. So it's good to know Dad wants the same thing. That really does make everything a whole lot easier."
"It sure does," Melissa grunted. "Thanks for being so understanding, my love. Hoh! Oh, God! You keep that up and- hunnnggghhh! You're gonna' make me- hoh! Oh, fuck! Make me come again!"
"S-so are you!" Stephanie blurted. "Oh, God! Yes! Just like that, baby! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me with your fingers!"
At that moment they heard Brad's voice from the door. "Hey! What are you guys doing? We're all supposed to be doing homework now, and we've been hearing you having sex for half an hour now!" he protested.
Melissa raised her head. "Special dispensation from Dad," she gasped. "We'll explain later. Go finish your homework."
"Mine's already done," Brad said a bit smugly.
"Oh?" Melissa panted, "Then get in here and suck my tits and help make me come so I can finish mine!" she demanded breathlessly. "Oh, God, Steph! Oh, fuck! You're such an- ohhh! Incredible lover!"
Brad wasted no time, hurrying over to the bed and lowering his naked body on top of Melissa's, being careful to allow Stephanie room to continue fingering Melissa's pussy. He dropped his lips to one of Melissa's hard nipples and began suckling greedily.
"Ohhhhhh!" Melissa groaned, "That's so good, Brad! Hunnngghhh! Nobody loves my tits- unnngghh! The way you do! Only- haagggghhh!" she gasped, "Don't forget your sister's tits- hunnnggghh! She loves to have them- ooooohhh! Sucked, too!" the redhead moaned.
"Yeah, Brad," Stephanie puffed, "Don't forget your sister! Ohhh, fuck!" she cursed in delight as her brother reached his head over and pulled her small but very hard nipple between his lips and nipped it gently. "Haaggghh! Oh, God, Brad! That's- hoh! That's incredible! I- hunnngghhh! I wish you had four mouths!" she blurted.
"Oh, fuck, Steph! That's a thought," Melissa groaned, then cried out in erotic ecstasy as Brad shifted back to once more suckle his girlfriend's precociously large breast. "Haaggghhh!" she shrieked. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! You're doing it! Oh, fuck! You guys are- hunnnggghhh! Making me come! Oh, fuck! Here it comes! Oh, God!"
"I'm c-coming, too!" Stephanie shouted. "Oh, fuck! Yes! Touch my clit! Oh, God! Just like that! Hoh! Oh, God! Here it comes! Here it comes! Oh, God! I'm coming! I'm- haaaiiieeeee!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Melissa was now shrieking just as loud as the climax that had been building erupted from her groin and roared through her shuddering, spasmodically writhing body. Brad helpfully continued to bite on Melissa's throbbing nipple while reaching over with his hand to pinch the nearest of his sister's nipple fiercely, triggering what seemed to be a new climax in her jerking, slim frame. He continued his efforts until he finally felt both their body's tension ease and relax back into the mattress.
"Ahem," John's voice sounded from the bedroom doorway. All three of the naked youths on the bed looked up with a guilty start to see both John and Keith standing there. The expression on John's face was stern; that of Keith was of droll amusement.
"I know I told you it was okay to have a little sex with Stephanie before you finished your homework due to, um, special circumstances, but I don't remember saying anything about including Brad," he said firmly. "Who here is actually done with their homework?"
"Uh, I am," Brad answered hesitantly.
"Good," his father nodded. "Anyone else?" he demanded.
"Almost," Stephanie declared.
"Me, too," Keith answered, "Only it's been getting a little hard to concentrate."
"Yes, I think that's true for all of us," John observed dryly. "Melissa and Stephanie, are you all good now?"
"Yes, Dad," Melissa answered, making John blink at her form of address.
"Yes, Daddy," Stephanie replied as well. "Definitely all good now," she almost purred.
"It does sound that way," he nodded, looking a bit relieved. "I'm glad. So," he continued in a businesslike tone, "Son, it's time for you to get off those two delectable bodies and let them finish their homework. You can join me in my bedroom since you're done and we'll wait for the others. Keith, sorry about all this. We'll explain later."
Brad hoisted himself to his feet again, though not before giving his sister's nipple one more affectionate twist, drawing a gasp from her lips, and earning him a glare from his father. He left the room following behind his father. Keith lingered in the doorway giving both girls a curious look. Melissa told him, "Like John said, we'll explain later. Mom's fine, by the way, and said to tell you she loves you."
"Oh, you talked to her?" Keith asked eagerly.
"Yeah, I did. Like I said, later," she gave her brother a dismissive wave of her hand. "I have to finish my homework now."
Keith stumped off, looking vaguely annoyed, but Melissa didn't give him any more thought. "Interesting day so far," was Stephanie's only comment as she re-collected her homework and settled down to it. "Wonder if it's going to get any more interesting?"
"It'd be hard to imagine how," Melissa replied, "But I'm not going to tempt fate. Thanks again for being so understanding, and for getting me off like that. God! I really did need that, and you were perfect. As always," she added, meaning it.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm wonderful," Stephanie replied in a distracted fashion, her focus now clearly on her homework. Melissa wisely decided to emulate her.
Despite the variations in their schedules, both Melissa and Stephanie finished the homework at approximately the same time, forty-five minutes later. Stephanie stretched hugely after she had gathered her books and papers. "You ready to go have some more fun?" she asked with a suggestive leer.
"Oh, always," Melissa grinned. "Let's go see if Keith is done, too," she suggested. Stephanie thought that was a fine idea, and the two seventh-grade girls padded down the hall in the nude to Brad's room.
To their disappointment, it looked like Keith was still slaving away at his algebra. "Oh, still not done, Bro?" Melissa asked, sidling up to one side of him and casually allowing her fulsome breast to rest on the boy's shoulder.
Keith glanced at his sister's mammary for an instant, but then back at his paper, muttering, "No, not yet. Another five minutes...I hope," he added darkly.
"Oh, can we help?" Stephanie asked in a sweet voice, moving up to his other side and leaning over so her smooth, slim body was pressed against him.
"What? Help with algebra?" he snorted. "Somehow I doubt it. And what you're both doing now is definitely not helping," he added, attempting to look annoyed but failing, since he was clearly enjoying their attentions.
"But we are helping, Keith," Stephanie murmured in her most seductive tone. "We're helping you forget about algebra."
"I don't need to forget about it, I need to get it done," he protested weakly.
"What? Are we making it hard for you, brother?" Melissa cooed, running a finger down Keith's chest and languidly teasing one of his nipples into erection.
Stephanie took her girlfriend's hint and slithered down Keith's lean and well-muscled body, making sure her own flesh remained in constant contact as she did. Once she was on her knees beside the teen boy's lap, she pushed her head inwards and exclaimed in mock surprise, "Oh, we are, Mel! We are making it hard for him," she giggled, and then made Keith gasp with pleasure as she took his stiff manhood into her mouth and began to give him an enthusiastic blow job.
Melissa giggled as well and then proceeded to push her breast into the side of her brother's face in a blatant invitation for him to suckle it. At the same time, she pinched his nipple firmly before moving her hand to the other nipple and subjecting it to the same treatment.
Keith could only resist this dual lascivious assault for so long until, with a growl, he turned his face to accept his sister's tit in his mouth while he seized Stephanie's bobbing head with both hands and pulled her down to thrust more of his now completely stiff prick into her mouth.
"That's a good brother," Melissa said soothingly, cradling Keith's tousled blond head in her arm and enfolding it with her other breast. "No more worries, no more algebra. Just good clean sex with the family who loves you."
Keith moaned in helpless surrender to the twelve-year-old girls' skillful seduction. Soon his hips were rising off the chair to meet every downward stroke of Stephanie's mouth and his lips and tongue greedily devoured his sister's lush breast and rock-hard nipple. The girls allowed this treatment to linger for a few more minutes until Stephanie suddenly rose to her feet, declaring, "Okay, my love. You're definitely ready now." She gave Keith a brief but passionate kiss before adding, "I can't wait to see you make yourself come, lover," in a smoldering voice.
Keith gave on final, despairing glance at the algebra book on the desk before muttering, "Fuck it. I can finish it in Study Hall," and he quickly rose to his feet. He took both girl's arms in his saying, "Shall we?"
"Oh, yes. We definitely shall," Stephanie agreed somewhat breathlessly.
Melissa, whose sexual arousal was climbing through the roof from the brazen scene she had just participated in, reached down and gave Keith's rigid prick a proprietary squeeze, tugging all three of them towards the door and John's bedroom.
When they reached the master bedroom, the sight that greeted them ratcheted their lust up even further. Father and son were lying head to cock on the bed, sucking each other earnestly.
"Whoa!" Keith breathed. "Damn! That looks totally hot!"
Brad raised his head, completely unashamed to have been caught doing a sixty-nine with his father and eyed the room's new entrants. "Dude!" he commented, taking in Keith's flagrantly tumescent state, "Your cock is all wet!"
"So is yours, little brother," Keith grinned, "And for pretty much the same reason."
"Oh?" Brad raised his eyebrows teasingly as the remaining three young people tumbed onto the bed. "Dad was sucking you all the way in there?"
"No, but your sister was," Keith grinned, looking a bit smug.
John sat up and looked at Keith with amusement. "You know," he mused, "In most situations, that would have been a snappy comeback and considered an insult. I kind of love it that for us, it's not only perfectly true, but is really hot and sexy." He smiled at everyone, looking very pleased. "So," he said in a more take-charge voice, "Now that we're all here, have you guys decided who's going to go first and show us how they masturbate? Since you all seem to have most everything else figured out about our lives now," he added ironically.
Keith spoke up. "Well, I'm not sure what you mean by that. I'm fine going first, since the girls really made me horny just now. But before that, it sounds like I missed some things earlier, things that sounded kind of important, and I'd like to hear about that before we do anything else."
John nodded. "That's definitely fair," he agreed before he chewed his lip in a worried fashion. "I really do hope that it won't upset you, since I, for one, can't wait to watch you jerking off," he leered at Keith before glancing at Melissa. "You want to tell it or shoud I?" he asked.
"Oh, I think it's definitely your story to tell, since most of it was your idea," Meliss replied dryly. "But I'll let you know if you leave anything out."
"All right," he agreed with a grimace. "You already filled Stephanie in completely, right?" he asked.
"Yep, but I know she'll be fascinated to hear the story from your side," Melissa answered in a too-sweet voice that made John swallow visibly.
"Okay, here goes, then," he began. "Basically, I admit I was feeling a bit of jealousy, Keith, over the way you and Stephanie were getting so affectionate. Wait – let me explain," he held up his hand to forestall the protest forming on Keith's lips. "First, Melissa very wisely got me past that and I realized that nothing Stephanie did or does with anyone else is every going to change what we have together. And that works the other way, too, I might add," he remarked, looking straight at Keith and then around at everyone. "Each of you is incredibly special to me, each in your own way, and I love you all so much. And I promise I will not get jealous of anything or anyone you want to be with or have sex with, since I know all of you love me just as much as I love you. Okay?"
John looked around until he saw everyone else nodding in understanding. "Plus," he went on, this time addressing both Keith and Stephanie, "I think I understood that you two have reached the same sort of understanding that Melissa and Brad have, that of wanting to marry each other, at least for official purposes, at some point in the future if everything works out right. Am I correct?"
"Yes, Daddy," Stephanie said softly and Keith nodded his agreement, that same goofy smile creeping over his face once more.
"Excellent! Marvelous!" John exulted with a huge grin on his face. "I am so pleased. I couldn't possibly ask for a better man for my daughter, nor could I possible get a better man to be my new son." He beamed at them both. "So congratulations, and if we're able to make all our dreams come true, you will have all the support you need, and my hearty blessing, besides." He took a deep breath before continuing. "But as I said, I didn't understand this new-found closeness between the two of you. Now I do and I'm tickled pink!"
"Hmm," Stephanie murmured, a wicked look in her eye. "Would that turn you on, Daddy?"
"Huh? Oh, being tickled pink?" he grinned speculatively, "It might, it might. We'll have to try that some time. Anyway, that conversation led into Melissa and I talking about Margaret any my relationship with her, which led into my admitting that I was really falling for her hard but worried about whether she would still accept me once she found out that I was having sex with my own children," he explained.
Keith looked like he was about to blurt out something he shouldn't and Melissa gave him a warning glare that John fortunately missed. Stephanie didn't and gave Melissa a smirk.
"Well, that matters to me a whole lot, because I really, really like Margaret and want it to get serious...as serious as it can get," he added, and all the young people nodded their understanding. "But at the same time, it wouldn't be right to build that relationship on lies and secrets. And as much as I care about her already, I have no intention of ever giving up being able to share our love and bodies with my children," he declared with a fierce look at both Stephanie and Brad. "Nor with the two of you as long as that remains possible," he added, looking intently at Keith and Melissa.
"So Melissa, always incredibly wise when it comes to relationships," and he flashed Melissa an appreciative smile, "Pointed out that Margaret was already fully accepting of Brad and Stephanie having sex with each other, not to mention Keith and Melissa. So clearly, she's not hung up on the idea of incest. Plus she's already fine with Melissa having sex with the other three of you, so bisexuality isn't a problem, either. I found all that very encouraging and helpful," he nodded. "And finally, she suggested, well, maybe you'd better tell this part, Melissa. I'm still not sure I share your confidence in my abilities."
Melissa shrugged and said, "Sure." Looking at Keith and Brad, she said, "First, I totally agreed with him that he needs to tell her, and sooner rather than later. But I kind of figured the best possible time to spring it on her was right after they fuck for the first time. And they are going to fuck!" she added with a determined glare as if to challenge anyone to say otherwise.
John simply said, "Well the `when' is still up to Margaret, but I have every confidence that day is fast approaching. Go on," he encouraged Melissa with a small smile.
"I just figured that once Mom gets completely and totally fucked with Monstro there," and she gave a sidelong glance at John's gigantic erection, "She's gonna' be such a goner over him that he could tell her just about anything and she still wouldn't ever let him go again."
"Shit!" Keith laughed appreciatively. "I think you're absolutely right about that!"
John winced. "I still think you're way overestimating my prowess as a lover."
"Oh, no we're not!" all four young people cried in unison.
"Wow. Uh, okay, then. Thanks for the vote of confidence," John murmured appreciatively.
"Anyway, that's the plan," Melissa smiled proudly. "As far as the next part of the story, well, John, I think you'd better explain that," she declared with a look that clearly wished him good luck.
John returned Melissa's look with an unfathomable expression before addressing the others once more. "Well, for a bunch of reasons that I'm still not sure I understand other than it felt like the right thing to do, I, well, I asked Melissa to stay in the room while Margaret and I had, uh, phone sex," he finished weakly.
"What?!!!" Keith cried, looking outraged. "Why would you do that?" Stephanie, for whom this was old news nodded as if pleased that her father hadn't attempted to dissemble, while Brad had a look of frankly prurient interest. "And why would you agree to that?" Keith demanded, looking at his sister.
"It's a fair question, Keith," John nodded, uncowed by Keith's hostile reaction. "As I say, I'm still not sure of all my motivations, but certainly part of it is that I'm falling more and more in love with your mother every day and really want things to work out between us. And Melissa has proven herself to be wise beyond her years in many things – as have you all," he added with an appreciative glance around at the nude young people on the bed. "But she's particularly perceptive and understanding where it comes to your mother, and I trust her judgment completely. So I kind of thought that having her listen in might give her some insights into the relationship that's developing with your mother and let Melissa advise me better. And the other part of it is that, after the very helpful advice your sister had already provided, I was feeling especially close to her and just wanted her to share that really intimate moment with your mother. Does that make sense?"
Keith nodded slowly but with a glower that indicated he still wasn't completely mollified. Melissa interjected, "Keith, there's a couple other reasons he's forgetting," with a sidelong glance at John. "For one, he'd already gotten me so fucking horny with all our sexy talk before the call that all I wanted to do was fuck him right then and there," and she shot an apologetic look at Stephanie, who simply smiled back indulgently, well aware of Melissa's limited self-control when it came to sex. "But," Melissa continued, "John insisted that he wanted to save himself so he wouldn't be too worn out for our sex together later, and that he still wanted to be able to come with Mom, too. So I think he kind of felt guilty at leaving me hanging like that and wanted to try to make it up to me. Isn't that right, John?" she inquired sweetly of the older man.
"That's very true," John nodded easily. "And, well, the other reason that Melissa quickly picked up on even before I realized it myself is that I seem to be harboring a fantasy of making love to Melissa and your mother at the same time," he admitted, looking sharply at Keith for his reaction. "I hope that doesn't upset you, Keith. Or either of you guys, either," he added, looking at Brad and Stephanie with a pleading expression.
To the older man's relief, all three of the young people laughed out loud. "God, no!" Keith assured him. "In fact, the thought of that is really turning me on!"
"Me, too," his daughter chimed in, her voice turning husky, and Brad confirmed he felt the same way.
"I-I'm really glad to hear that," John nodded gratefully before he continued hesitantly, "And I understand from Melissa as well that the rest of you have no problems with all six of us having sex together, and have already discussed plans for a group marriage between us. Is that right?"
Now it was Brad's turn to frown. "I thought we weren't supposed to talk to Dad about that until, you know, he and your mom decided they wanted to get married," he said accusingly to Melissa.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Melissa smiled apologetically. "But your dad had already completely admitted that he shared our fantasy of all of us being together, so there wasn't any reason anymore not to let him know that we thought so, too, and had already thought about how that might work, Brad."
"Huh. Okay, then," Brad grumbled. "But I don't see why you get to make all the rules and then break them whenever you want."
To Melissa's surprised gratification, it was Stephanie who sprang to her defense. "Because, Brad," she said gently but firmly to her brother, "This whole thing – all of us getting together like this – has been her dream and plan from the start. I admit, I loved the idea the minute she told me about it, and I think you did the same, right?" Brad nodded reluctantly. "She's been the one who's been making all this happen. It's her plan, so if things change – like discovering that Dad wants all six of us to fuck, too – then she can change the plan, okay?"
"Yeah, okay, I get it. Really, I do!" he protested at the skeptical expressions on the faces of the others.
"And Brad," Melissa spoke up quickly, anxious to assuage Brad's wounded pride, "You've had some really great ideas about how to make the plan work. Tell your dad what you thought of earlier, about when people should get married, and in what order," she prompted.
Looking appeased now that his contribution was being solicited, Brad said to his father with a shrug, "It's just that I heard that some states let kids under eighteen get married with their parents' permission. Particularly if the girl is already pregnant," he added with a predatory gleam in his eye as he glanced at Melissa, a look that no one on the bed missed and all smiled knowingly at. "So I was just thinking that if we didn't want to wait, once we know what the rules our in our state, we could plan on Melissa and Stephanie getting pregnant then, and then you and Melissa's mom could give your permission for us to legally get married. Only you and Melissa's mom would have to wait until Melissa and I and Stephanie and Keith got married first. Otherwise, a judge or someone might decide that Melissa was already my sister and wouldn't allow it, you know?"
John gave his son an admiring nod. "That's very good thinking, Brad. And if and hopefully when Margaret agrees as well, I will definitely start making some very discrete inquiries about the laws in that respect. Well done," he added, and Brad beamed with pride at his father's approval.
"Well," Keith blurted loudly, "Now that that's all settled, I'm dying to hear about what happened on the call with Mom. The more I've been thinking about that, the more turned on I've been getting. In fact," he suggested with a sly look, "Since what we were supposed to be doing here was watching each other make ourselves come, I volunteer to be the one to start, and you two," looking at John and Melissa, "Can tell me all about it while I jerk off!"
"What a wonderful ideal, Keith," John grinned. "By all means, be our guest," and he scooted back on the bed to allow the teenaged boy to lie down and stretch out; the others did the same.
"Uh, Sis?" Keith asked his sister as his fingers wrapped around his already stiff prick, "Would you mind handing me a tube of lube?" Melissa, who was seated closest to the nightstand, complied eagerly. "Thanks," her brother murmured as he squirted the sex gel generously on his fingers, cock, and – to Melissa's knowing amusement – into the crack of his ass as well.
"You want to tell this part?" Melissa looked at John.
"I'd love to hear your side of it," he responded, "But I'll fill in as necessary." His eyes were glittering with arousal and his huge cock was already starting to swell even harder.
"Okay, fine," Melissa shrugged. "I didn't hear all of it, but..." and as Keith stroked his slick and glistening prick and began to finger-fuck his own ass under the wanton ogling of the others on the bed, Melissa had talked to her mother first and even convinced her to take off her shoes and clothes and relax on the bed and how she could tell even over the phone that her mother had started fingering her own cunt. Then she related how, once she had turned the phone back over to him, John had directed her to step out beyond the doorway so he could honestly tell her mother that she had left the room.
"Oh, so your mom had no idea you were listening in?" Brad asked with raised eyebrows.
"No," Melissa admitted. "We talked about it and John was willing to tell her, too, but I thought that was a bad idea. I mean, things still are at kind of a sensitive point in their relationship and kind of like him telling her all about having sex with the four of us, I really didn't think that was something he should just spring on her over the phone."
"Yeah, you're probably right about that," Keith grunted, his face starting to redden and a bead of perspiration forming on his upper lip as his hand vigorously slid up and down the slippery shaft of his very hard cock. "She's gonna' be kind of pissed when she finds out later, though," he predicted.
"Yeah, maybe," his sister shrugged, "But maybe it depends on how and when we tell her, hmmm?" she added, shooting Keith a warning glance not to pursue that notion any further at the moment. "Anyway," she quickly went on, "Once John and Mom started getting into it he motioned me back into the room. So I stood real close so I could hear, too. And of course," she added wickedly, "I couldn't very well stand that close to John's beautiful, hard cock and not stroke it."
"Oh, of course not," Stephanie murmured with a grin, one that was echoed knowingly by Keith and Brad.
"Anyway," Melissa continued her tale, relating how John and her mother had reminisced about kissing and feeling each other up in the living room while they listened to Brad, Stephanie, and her fucking loudly upstairs, and how Melissa's mother regretted not being able to see John's cock then and promising to suck it and make him come on their way back from the airport tomorrow.
By now, Keith's hand was slamming up and down the entire length of his cock shaft frantically and he had two fingers plunging just as desperately in and out of his own ass, his legs pulled up to give himself maximum access to his anus and his chest heaving as he panted with excitement. And when Melissa finished her tale by describing listening to her mother start to climax and then dropping to her knees and swallowing as much of John's jism as she could only it being too much and spraying all over her face and body, that was too much for Keith. With a loud groan, his body began to shudder and his cock jerked repeatedly, each new spurt of semen that shot out to land on him – the first couple of dribbles nearly reaching his neck – being accompanied by an audible grunt.
The others watched in lascivious fascination, and Melissa saw that every other person on the bed was unconsciously fingering or stroking their own genitals in lust filled response. As Keith's orgasmic jerking faded and the last few drops of jism were slowly dribbling out the tip of his penis, Stephanie finally spoke in a voice choked with emotion. "That- that was beautiful, Keith. I- thank you, that's all."
"That was really cool," Brad agreed, his own face flushed with arousal. "Well, actually it was really hot, but you know what I mean," and Keith grinned back at him, still panting from his erotic exhibition. "Uh, Dad?" Brad asked his father, "I know you said no touching, but do we have to let all Keith's come just sit there?"
John gave his son a look of pleased surprise, grinning, "No, I wouldn't think any of us want that all to go to waste. Would you like to lick it up and share it with the rest of us?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with arousal, and Stephanie groaned with sudden ardent passion and began to finger her own cunt vigorously. "Only you'd better hurry up, `cause it looks like your sister is already starting her turn," he hinted with a twinkle in his eye.
Brad grinned broadly and wasted no time in kneeling over Keith's prone body and lapping up as many drops of thick, gooey jism as his mouth would hold. He then straightened up and quickly kissed his ardently masturbating sister, plunging his tongue into her willing mouth, and transferring a large dollop of the obscene contents to her in the process.
Stephanie grinned and made a blatant show of swallowing the draved mouthful before she lay down beside Keith in the center of the bed and continued plunging her hand into her clearly dripping cunt, echoing his example by also sliding fingers into her butthole with her other hand after thoroughly lubricating them in her oozing cunt. Brad, meanwhile, returned to Keith's well-muscled stomach and chest, collecting another mouthful before rising to kiss his father with it, their tongues transparently writhing in and out of each other's mouths for a moment.
Brad then leaned down to share with Keith, but the teen boy opened his mouth widely even before the dark-haired boy's lips could reach his, flagrantly inviting Brad to dribble the perverted fluids from his mouth into Keith's so everyone else could see, providing an added frisson of kinkiness that Melissa heartily approved of. As she watched the slimy mixture of semen and saliva ooze slowly down from Brad's mouth to her brother's in a long, glistening strand, it was all Melissa could do to refrain from driving herself into a climax in response and she rather hastily removed her fingers from her own cunt where they had been almost involuntarily moving faster and faster in response to the debauched display.
As Stephanie continued to plunge fingers into her pussy and ass, occasionally pulling one hand up or the other to lick her own juices or to tweak her now fully-erect nipples, Brad leaned down one final time to Keith's rapidly deflating cock and, enclosing it fully with his lips, milked the final drops of the blond teen's viscous come before rising again to proffer the thick liquid in his mouth to Melissa, who seized him around the neck and pulled his lips and tongue to hers, sucking greedily. Once she had swallowed all Brad's mouth could provide, everyone, including Keith who now sat up once more, turned their full attention on Stephanie's writhing and heavily panting body.
Melissa was struck by how much she appreciated the chance to simply watch her gorgeous, slim girlfriend as she pleasured herself. Most of the time in the previous two weeks when they had been having sex, she was to close and too involved herself to fully cherish what a beautiful and achingly desireable girl Stephanie was, and she silently thanked all the stars for not only allowing them to share each other's lives and bodies but for the even greater miracle of the overwhelmingly intense love they felt for each other. She watched each wanton thrust of her slender lover's fingers and unconsciously moved her own body in rhythm with Stephanie's pre-orgasmic writhing. She gave a quick glance at the others on the bed and saw that they, too, were as enthralled with the black-haired girl's incredible beauty and raw, uninhibited sexuality. All three of the males were watching, transfixed, their hands stroking their cocks in silent awe; even Keith's recently emptied organ was already starting to swell once more.
By now, Stephanie was moaning and gasping with unashamed lust as her fingers plunged and thrust, slid and teased all her most private and sensitive places. Her back was now arching of its own volition, pushing her hips inches above the bed as her fingers desperately attempted to cram themselves further and further inside her sweating, straining body. Finally, with a hoarse scream, the twelve-year-old girl began to climax, her body writhing and jerking spasmodically as each new rhythmic pulse of white-hot ecstasy shot through her. Her fingers – three of them each, Melissa realized with a start – were deeply embedded in both her vaginal and anal orifices, held inside her as tightly as the climaxing girl could manage as her body shuddered and her lips cried out incoherently.
Time seemed to stop completely for Melissa as she watched her young girlfriend shake in the throes of her orgasm, but her helpless cries and quivering limbs finally subsided and her body sank down to the surface of the bed once more, leaving Stephanie gasping and dripping with perspiration.
There was a long moment of almost reverent silence before John murmured softly, "My God."
"You said it," Melissa breathed hoarsely. "Stephanie, I don't think you really have any idea just how heart-stoppingly beautiful you are or what watching you like that does to us inside."
"Well, maybe not," Stephanie replied, still breathing heavily but with a languid smile on her face, "But hearing you say that I can almost believe it. I hope I get to see the same thing when it's your turn," she added with an adoring look at Melissa. "Speaking of which, who's next?" she asked in a brighter tone as her post-orgasmic lassitude began to life, looking around the bed.
"I will," Brad spoke up quickly. "After that I don't think I could hold off through another one. Only," he added in a shy voice, "Would it be okay if I licked your fingers first?"
"Why, what a sexy thing to offer, brother," Stephanie grinned. "I'm so glad to know you like the way I taste."
"Are you kidding?" Brad asked as he quickly moved forward to take his sibling's quim-coated fingers between his lips. "Everyone here totally loves the taste of your pussy!"
"Well, it's a good thing that I love the tastes of all of you then, too, isn't it?" she giggled weakly as her brother sucked her fingers with a blissful expression on his face.
Before too long, though, Brad tore himself away from tasting his sister's cunt juices and took his place on his back in the center of the bed, more than ready to exhibit himself masturbating. He did ask Keith to hand him the tube of lubricant, commenting on how sexy it had looked when Keith was using it. Brad wasted no time in getting his completely stiff cock slippery and gleaming as well as copying Keith's example and getting his anus lubricated as well, barely pausing long enough to hand the tube of sex gel back to Keith before his finger was resolutely plunged into his own asshole and working in and out. Melissa watched in lascivious fascination at her boyfriend's keenness to have things inserted up his ass, thinking back to the morning of her first night in the Muller home where Brad slammed his butthole shut the instant Melissa's fingers even touched it. She smiled inwardly at how much sexual progress Brad had made and idly wondered how much further he would be willing to go. Since he already welcomed kissing, sucking, and being fucked by other guys, Melissa wasn't sure what more she would actually want him to do; quite possibly not somewhere she would be willing to follow and she realized that Brad had reached the point in his sexuality that was exactly where she wanted him. She vowed to herself, as she watched his slippery fingers slide up and down his cock shaft and caressing the sensitive, round head, that she would not press Brad any further.
Instead, Melissa continued to slowly worm a pair of fingers in and out of her now-sopping wet pussy hole and allowing them to teasingly touch her stiff clit that was already throbbing with urgent requests for release as she watched her dark-haired boyfriend stroke his comparatively small but very, very hard prick. By now, Brad had worked a second finger up his own butthole and was manfully shoving them in and out, grunting with exertion and erotic pleasure with each new plunge into his bowels. His face was flushed and perspiring freely as he jerked his prick faster and faster, his body straining upwards the more intensely he masturbated.
Just when Melissa thought her boyfriend was on the verge of actually yanking his own cock out by the roots, Brad gave a loud groan and his prick erupted, the first jet of come actually shooting three feet straight up in the air before falling onto his smooth stomach with a soft, plopping sound, accompanied by impressed oohs and ahhs by his enthralled audience. That spurt was followed by several more in rapid succession, each one spouting up like a fountain – though not quite as high as his initial ejaculation – and landing beside the others on his abdomen. With each new emission, Brad groaned hoarsely and his body convulsed. His fingers were buried in his anus up to the palm and the eighth-grade boy held them tightly in position until the last, weak dribble oozed from the tip of his purple, throbbing penis head. His body sagged in relief back to the bed and his fingers slipped softly out of his rectum.
A happy, satisfied smile spread across Brad's face for a moment before he asked, "Was that okay?"
"It was wonderful," Melissa spoke first, "I love it that you care for and trust us all enough to share that with us."
"Plus it was sexy as hell," Keith added, and Melissa noticed with keen interest that her brother's prick was nearly fully erect again.
"How could it not be okay, son?" his father asked, his eyes bright with profound sexual arousal. "It was a really sexy young man fully pleasuring himself and shooting a very impressive load, I might add," he grinned lewdly. He shook his head, "I never dreamed I'd finally get to watch you do that, even covertly. Thank you so much for sharing yourself with us."
Stephanie piped up with a hawk-like gaze at her father. "Wait a minute. Dad, are you saying that you've been peeping at Brad, trying to catch him jerking off?"
John looked startled at what he had inadvertenly revealed but recovered quickly and just said archly, "Maybe," returning her look with a challenging one of his own.
"Wow," Brad chuckled, shaking his head in amazement. "All that time I'd been trying to sneak a look at Stephanie and catch her naked, and you'd been doing the same thing to me?"
"Well, I, um, wasn't above taking peeks at Stephanie, either," he shrugged, having the grace to look somewhat embarrassed.
"Dad!" Stephanie cried, "You never told me!"
"Well, no," her father admitted. "Before we, well..."
"Started fucking?" Stephanie helpfully supplied.
"Yes, started fucking," her father acknowledged with a wry smile, "I was worried that you'd think I was a total pervert. And then after, well, it didn't seem all that important, you know?" he pleaded abashedly.
His daughter nodded, "Yeah, okay, I can sort of see that. But now that we all know that you are a total pervert," she went on mischievously, "You could have copped to it later."
"Yes, that's true," John admitted, looking uncomfortable, "And I guess I was still a little embarrassed, too. But you're right, my love. I shouldn't have kept anything like that from you."
"Or anything else," Stephanie insisted, and her father nodded in agreement before she pressed, "So, now I'm really curious, Dad. How much did you get to see?" Her expression clearly indicated that she found the thought of her father voyeuristically spying on her to be rather thrilling.
"Well, not near as much as I would have liked to," he admitted with a bit of a leer, "But over the past year I wasn't blind to the fact that both you and your brother seemed to be a lot less careful about completely closing bedroom and bathroom doors when you didn't have clothes on, and I admit, I wasn't above taking advantage of those opportunities, either, even though I was pretty sure you both were doing that to tease the other one. That's when I realized that you were both heading at full speed towards your sexual awakening."
"Oh, Dad, that's really kind of a turn-on to know that," Stephanie admitted with bright eyes. "I kind of wish you would have done more than peek sooner than you did, though."
Her father regarded her with a sober expression. "Maybe. It's easy to say that now, given all that's happened since. But be honest with yourself, and think back if you can to the way you thought about sex and everything connected to it even a month ago. Can you really say with certainty that if I'd suddenly come on to you, you would have reacted the same way? I really think that things happened exactly when they did for a very good reason: that we, and I mean all of us, were finally ready to accept it. I'm not sure at all how things would have turned out if we'd tried to hurry things along."
Stephanie looked thoughtful. "He's got a point, Steph," Melissa spoke up.
"Yeah, yeah, I guess you're right," the black-haired girl allowed. "I do like knowing that you were looking, though, Dad," she added with a smoldering look. "So tell me, did you ever get to see me fully nude?"
John smiled at the way his daughter's exhibitionist tendencies were unconsciously on display but answered with a droll smile, "Oh, yeah, more than once. Enough to see what a stunning and sexy young woman you were turning into. But I never got to see either of you making yourselves come, worse luck," he added with a rueful look. "Heard you both plenty, though, and it fucking drove me crazy," he snorted.
"Wow," Brad looked incredulous. "You were actually listening to me jerk off?"
"Son, when you really got going it was pretty hard to ignore from almost anywhere in the house," John looked at Brad with a dry smile. "Those bedsprings squeak pretty badly. Though for some reason," he added with a depraved gleam in his eye, "I never got around to getting you new springs."
"Huh," Brad smiled in understanding. "So you were getting turned on by Steph and me all that time."
"I sure was," his father nodded, "And I can't tell you how happy I am that I can finally get to do something about all those perverted feelings," he grinned, "Instead of sneaking around like that."
"Yeah, me, too," Brad replied with a soft, loving glance at his parent.
"So!" John said, changing the subject, "Just two of us left. Melissa, you want to go first or should I?"
Melissa give him a droll look. "Oh, I definitely think we should save the best for last, John. I'll be happy to go next. Like Brad said before, if I had to watch you come without joining you, I don't think I could do it."
"And you think it's going to be any easier for me watching you?" he shot back with a grin.
"Good thing you got to come in my mouth earlier, then, isn't it?" Melissa replied, "Even if you were telling my mom that you could almost feel her lips around your cock while you did," she added teasingly.
"Yeah, Dad, that was really bad," Stephanie chimed in, enjoying the chance to taunt her father a little.
"Did you really do that?" Keith asked, his expression torn between outrage on the part of his deceived mother and prurient excitement as he pictured the scene.
"Yes, well, perhaps not my finest moment," John admitted with a bit of a shrug, "But it made your mother feel good and really wasn't too far from the truth, besides," he added, cocking his head. Seeing Keith's puzzled expression, he explained, "Well, your sister and your mother are really quite similar, as I'm sure you've noticed," he added with a penetrating look at Keith, who wisely refused to rise to that bait and held his tongue, "So it wasn't a lie – I really could almost feel her lips around my cock," he smiled. "I just didn't tell her the entire truth. But I will, I promise," he assured the blond teen.
Looking around at the nude youths, John asked, "Any other questions or concerns before we enjoy the sight of Melissa making herself come? No? Good," he nodded decisively. "Melissa, you may assume the position – or any position you'd like for that matter," he leered.
Shooting John a droll look, Melissa lay down in the center of the bed. She had been concerned earlier about whether she would need to call up some fantasy in order to get aroused enough to bring herself off, but realized now that all the sexy talk and relevations, not to mention being able to witness the amazing and beautiful sights of her young lovers making themselves come, she was already plenty aroused. Indeed, when she put a finger into her cunt slit and felt the sopping wet folds of her pussy lips, she almost laughed aloud. Instead, she made a great show of languidly sucking the slimy quim from her finger, eliciting groans and excited gasps from her gathered audience.
"Oh, God, lover," Stephanie moaned, "Do you have any idea what that does to me?"
"Of course she does," Keith grinned. "She loves turning us on, don't you, Sis?"
"You know I do," Melissa nodded, her eyes already smoky with rampant lust. "I love making all of you happy," she added, realizing that it was absolutely true. She loved everyone there, utterly and completely, and with that, the last shreds of any bashfulness she might have been feeling were swept away and she threw herself into her masturbation with total abandon.
She slid first one, then two fingers up and down her oozing pussy slit to coat them with her slime, then pushed them both into her anus, noting that while the sphincter was still noticeably looser than normal from her reckless extravagance the prior evening, there was very little pain or discomfort. As soon as she thought that, however, she realized that this was almost certainly precisely because she was still so stretched out and sent herself a stern mental warning not to get carried away and jam too many fingers up her ass and risk another episode of morning uncontrollable bowels.
Instead, Melissa decided to focus her masturbatory efforts on her clitoris and breasts. She pulled her quim-slickened fingers from her anus and instead began to stroke her nipples into full rigidity while her other hand began to gently tweak and rub alongside her already turgid clit, groaning aloud with erotic pleasure as she did. She fell into a steady rhythm of sliding the fingers in her crotch down her slit to thrust easily into her dripping vagina, returning back up to her increasingly sensistive clit with the slickness of her fingers renewed by their fresh bath of pussy secretions. With her other hand, she massaged and squeezed her breasts, alternating between them, and increasing the frequency of hard pinches of her erect nipples.
Stephanie commented as she observed her curvy, redheaded lover with glittering eyes, "Decided to take it easy on your ass, did you?"
"Uh, yeah," Melissa panted with a strained smile. "I- hoofff! I didn't trust myself not to tear my asshole wide open again once I- oooohhh! Once I really got going."
"Smart girl," Stephanie nodded in approval. "It's good to know our limits."
"Uh-huh," Melissa gasped, "It's just- hoh! Hard to keep to them- hunnggghhh! When I keep getting – oooohh! So fucking hot and crazy! Haaggghhh!" She was now twigging her clit repeatedly, driving herself to the climax that she could feel starting to build deep within her fleshy loins. "Ohhhh!" she sighed deeply, "I never realized how much- hoh! Oh, God! I've been- ooohhh! Depending on you, Brad- hunngghhh! To bite my tits- aaggghhh! And make me come! Oh, God! You guys have all- ohhhh! Been getting me really spoiled. No!" she cried out as she saw Brad start to move toward her. "I can do this! Really, I can!" She began to frig her clit in earnest now, abandoning any pretense of trying to work up to the climax that was already making her pussy tingle, and she even started digging her fingernails into the sides of her sensitive nipples to exacerbate the painful sensation and try to replicate the feeling Brad's teeth usually elicited.
As Melissa's arousal rose and rose, her body began to writhe and her back arch of its own volition. She could feel that her bladder was now noticeably full and gave herself mental permission to squirt piss to her heart's content as she climaxed. She began to buzx her fingers across her stiff clitoris as fast as she could, gasping for breath from both the exertion and the rising sexual tension that felt as if her entire pubescent body was going to snap in two if she didn't get release soon. With a savage dig of her nails into her tortured nipples and an anguished cry, the climax that had been building in her cunt for the last two hours since her crazed sex with Stephanie finally burst forth, slamming into her twelve-year-old frame and making her shriek incoherently as her body shuddered and convulsed.
She had entertained the notion of trying to squirt her pee in someone's particular direction while she came, like Stephanie's or Brad's, but now that the moment was upon her, she was much too far in the grip of her climax to attempt anything that coordinated. Intstead, she simply relaxed her clenched urethra and let her yellow liquid fly in all directlions as her hips jerked and writhed spasmodically.
"Whoa!" she heard Brad murmer as the stream of hot piss shot all over the half of the bed below her waist, and Stephanie gave a wicked, throaty laugh.
"Go for it, girl," the dark-haired seventh-grade girl urged Melissa. "Spray us all down, lover! God! I do so love to watch you come!"
Melissa was encouraged by her girlfriend's approval but by now she couldn't have stopped it had she wanted to. She continued to tweak her clit for as long as she could stand it, managing to elicit three more orgasms after the initial one until her bladder was completely empty and the sensation on her overstimulated clitoris grew to more than she could stand. As soon as she removed her fingers from her throbbing, rhythmically pulsing clit, her orgasm went out like a light bulb and her fleshy body collapsed with a wet smack onto the urine-drenched sheets below. She lay still for a long moment as she tried to catch her breath.
Finally Brad blurted, "God, Mel! That was awesome! And I'm totally covered with your pee now!" he exclaimed, sounding quite pleased with the turn of events.
"Wow, Bro!" Stephanie remarked with an interested gaze. "You almost sound like you're turning into as big a piss freak as your girlfriend."
"Only when it's Melissa's," he explained rather haughtily. "That's different."
"Of course it is," Stephanie said indulgently, shooting Melissa a knowing glance. Melissa shrugged helplessly but appeared secretly gratified.
"I have to confess, that was pretty awesome, Sis," Keith said admiringly.
"I do think it's kind of interesting that you feel you've gotten so used to achieving orgasms with the help of the rest of us that you've gotten out of the habit of doing it yourself," John remarked mildly.
Melissa turned her head to regard John to see if he was genuinely concerned or just teasing her. The fact that his eyes were gleaming with wanton lust and his cock was standing tall with the veins visibly throbbing in the shaft led her to believe that he was only kidding. "Why should I have to make myself come when I have all you?" she asked ingenuously. "I can still make myself come – as you saw," she gestured around the bed, "But it's usually so much nicer when someone else is touching me. Although," she was forced to admit, "Knowing you were all watching did kind of give me an extra thrill."
"Now that doesn't surprise me in the slightest," John grinned. "Considering the way you seem to enjoy being undressed and manhandled in the car out on the public streets, I kind of figured you might have a bit of an exhibitionist streak," he said with a droll expression.
Melissa frowned. "I think I should be offended, only I don't know what that means."
"Exhibitionists get a sexual thrill from either letting other people see them naked or having sex, or at least knowing there's a risk they could get caught," John explained.
"Oh," Melissa nodded. "Then no, I don't think that's me," she answered thoughtfully. "I'm more like I just get so turned on that I stop caring about anything else, like who might be watching, or anything," she declared a bit self-consciously.
"Yes, that is a much more accurate characterization," John nodded with a smile. "And I really was just teasing you, too. I thoroughly enjoyed watching you and I feel like I got to know you just a little bit better for you having shared that with us."
"Well, that's good," Melissa said, somewhat appeased. "Speaking of which, John – time for the main event!" she urged.
"Right," the lanky man agreed with an almost shy smile as he unfolded his body and lay down as Melissa scooted over and heaved herself to a sitting position to observe. "Hoo!" John mumbled, "Definitely a big wet spot in the bed now."
"And probably going to get wetter," Melissa declared. "Since no one has to get up early tomorrow, I vote for all of us sleeping here for our last night together. And no one has to get up to go pee in the night, either. I'll be your toilet!" she blurted and then clapped her hand over her mouth, abashed, as she realized how appalling that sounded. To her relief, no one else took it amiss and in fact her suggestion was met with enthusiastic approval by everyone, especially Brad whose eyes glittered excitedly.
With that settled, John asked for someone to hand him the lubricating gel; Stephanie was closest to the carelessly dropped tube and provided it for her father. The older man then began to squirt the slippery goo on his cock and spread it over the entire surface. Melissa noted with interest that he also appeared to be sparing his misused asshole any further abuse and realized the man was probably just as sore as she was and had been too stolid to complain.
"You know, Melissa," John remarked as he began to slide both slick hands up and down the improbably large shaft of his prick, "I do kind of get where you were coming from with what you were saying earlier. I think this is actually the first time I've masturbated since the first time Stephanie and I made love almost two weeks ago. You people have all been taking very good care of me ever since," he said with a bit of a catch in his voice.
"Aw, Daddy," Stephanie cried adoringly, "That's so sweet. And I'm glad you haven't needed to since then, but I realized I've never seen you make yourself come, either. And now I really want to," and with that, she wrigged up close and planted her face directly on her father's taut abdomen.
"Getting the front row seat, huh, my love?" her father asked with a loving glance.
"Wouldn't miss it for anything," Stephanie breathed, her voice already turning husky with arousal.
"Me, either," Keith announced with an eager grin and he now moved down, lying on his stomach with his face resting on John's stomach directly across from Stephanie's.
Melissa looked at Brad and shrugged, "Why not?" so both of them took positions further up John's body across from each other on his chest. Melissa saucily pushed her fingers down in between Stephanie's ass cheeks beside her and began to brazenly probe her lover's nether regions, pushing a finger deeply into Stephanie's cunt hole.
Stephanie was anything but offended, however, simply sighing and murmuring, "That's nice, love." After that, most eyes were glued to John's massive organ, although Melissa found it equally fascinating to watch John's face as he stroked his cock. He was right, she realized. Watching another person make themselves climax really did help you know them better.
As Melissa refocused on John's cock, she was intrigued by the man's masturbatory technique, so different from that of her brother or Brad. He would periodically shift from both hands running down the length of the improbably thick shaft in alternating sequence to pressing firmly down into his crotch at the base of his prick while the other hand would revolve around the large, fleshy bulb at the head of his organ, only to resume his two-handed approach once more.
Stephanie was beginning to moan audibly and push her ass back eagerly into Melissa's hand, so the redhead momentarily plunged her thumb into her girlfriend's vagina to coat it with the dripping ooze and then pushed it firmly up Stephanie's asshole while her fingers – two this time – plunged into her cunthole. When she began to plunge thumb and fingers into her slim lover in an alternating rhythm, Stephanie gasped loudly, which caught everyone's attention.
"Hey!" Keith protested, "I thought we were all supposed to be paying attention to the person masturbating!"
"Oops," Melissa answered with a sheepish look as she withdrew her fingers from Stephanie's private orifices. "I just got carried away."
"How unlike you," her brother observed with a sardonic snort.
"And you love it, Keith," Stephanie shot back, sounding miffed at having her erotic pleasure cut short.
"Sorry, love," Melissa whispered softly to Stephanie.
"No problem," Stephanie whispered back. "Well, actually a little problem, but nothing we can't take care of later," she added with sharp look at Keith.
Melissa glanced at John's face once more and saw him regarding her with an amused twinkle in his eyes. "It's okay, Mel. I love it, too," he said softly to her. Melissa blew him a kiss before returning her gaze to the man's gigantic cock and his obscene manipulation of it.
By now, John had increased the tempo of his stroking and Melissa could tell by the way his breathing was deepening that his sexual arousal had grown. She continued to alternate her scrutiny between his huge, glistening organ and his face which was beginning to perspire, gleaming drops of sweat beading on his forehead. Every time she looked at his face, she found his eyes glued to hers and it made her insides flutter to think that he might actually be fantasizing about her as he masturbated. A part of her felt like she ought to feel guilty that he wasn't thinking about his daughter – or Keith or Brad, for that matter – but assuaged any guilt with the realization that none of the others were looking at John's face the way she was. As John began to grunt with effort and increasing sexual tension, Melissa found herself much more interested in John's face than his straining cock that so fascinated the others. And John's eyes, in turn, remained locked onto hers in a gaze so intense that Melissa actually felt her cunt start to drip copiously with renewed arousal in response.
As the older man's masturbation grew more rapid and fervent, Melissa smiled softly at John and nodded almost imperceptibly to acknowledge that they were sharing a very special intimate moment as well as urge him onward to his climax. Even as John's stroking grew to a near-frantic pace and his eyes kept squinting shut as his orgasm grew ever closer, they would keep re-opening and focusing on Melissa again. To her astonishment, Melissa felt the tinglings of an impending climax building deep within her cunt despite the fact that nothing was touching her there. She began to surreptitiously grind her thighs together in order to try to come at the same time John did.
John must have somehow detected something in Melissa's face because he smiled knowingly at her and began to pant deeply, his hips rising upward as he strained to coax his prick into erupting its massive load. His eyes never left Melissa's as his cock-stroking reached a fever pitch until, with a loud groan, his body began to jerk with spasm after spasm, and Melissa knew he was coming, accompanied by excited and amazed gasps from the other three. That knowledge was sufficient to trigger her own unassisted orgasm and she struggled to stifle the cries that were desperately trying to escape her lips. She held her body rigid to conceal the effects of the climax that was shooting hot, white surges of ecstasy through her.
John held her eyes throughout and Melissa understood beyond any doubt that he had grasped what had happened. It was such an excruciatingly intimate moment that Melissa knew that something had forever changed between them, and that John no longer regarded her as a young girl but as an adult, woman lover and her heart went over to him completely. She knew she still loved all the others just as much, and was certain that John did as well. But she also knew that they now shared a much deeper connection than they ever had before, and that this instant would be burned into her memory forever.
Finally, John's eyes closed in blissful relief and his body ceased its periodic convulsions and Melissa knew his climax was over. She reached up and tenderly caressed his damp, perspiring face, saying, "That was incredible, John. Thank you for sharing yourself with us." John opened his eyes and looked at her with suck a loving expression that Melissa's heart fluttered. He kissed her hand softly and briefly before releasing it.
With that, Melissa realized their special moment had passed so she eagerly turned her attention to the aftermath of the man's climax. The other three young people were all eagerly lapping up the unbelievably thick and plentiful ropes of creamy jism, and Melissa readily joined them. When Stephanie's face was close to Melissa's, she whispered, "Did you come, too? It felt like you did."
"Yeah, I did," Melissa admitted, "But I don't understand how. I wasn't even touching myself! It was just so intense watching your dad that it just...sorta' happened."
"Interesting," Stephanie remarked, shooting Melissa an unfathomable look.
Melissa bit her lip, concerned that her girlfriend might be jealous, so she urged Stephanie to be sure and share some of the abundant semen with her father.
"No, you can do that," Stephanie whispered back, looking at her oddly. "You're his girl tonight."
"Oh, Steph, it's not like that!" Melissa hissed softly, hoping the others weren't listening. "Well, okay, for now. But you're going to be his girl tomorrow night – I'll make sure of that," she promised.
Stephanie flashed her a quick, appreciative smile. "I'd like that very much," she whispered and then resumed her depraved task of licking her father's large gobbets of jism from his stomach.
Melissa, feeling much relieved that she and Stephanie had reached an understanding, now ardently lapped up a small puddle of semen that had pooled above his collarbone and held it in her mouth. Seeing where his sister had been collecting the obscene fluid, Keith exclaimed, "Damn, John! You almost hit your face when you spewed! That was incredible!"
"Glad you enjoyed it." John replied with an easy grin, "I certainly did."
Melissa moved up to his face and planted a come-filled kiss on John's lips, to which he responded by eagerly opening his mouth to accept her perverted offering. Their come-swap lingered for several moments before Melissa returned her face to John's torso once more. There were only a few drops remaining, so she hastily licked up as many as she could to share them with John before the others had cleaned him up entirely. John welcomed her second kiss even more passionately than the first and Melissa felt her entire body sort of melt into him in response, marveling anew how the man's kisses could affect her the way no one else's could, and she returned his ardor measure for measure.
"Hey, break it up, you two," Brad cried good-naturedly. "There's no more come left."
Melissa raised her head and craned her neck around to regard Brad. "Sometimes people just like to kiss," she noted sweetly.
"Yes, yes they do," Brad agreed, and Melissa realized that her boyfriend was feeling left out.
"Oh, come here, my love," Melissa smiled soothingly. "I'd love to kiss you, too. In fact, after what we've all shared, I want to kiss all of you!"
So, starting with Brad, Melissa proceeded to soundly and passionately kiss the other young people. Taking their inspiration from her, Keith and Stephanie kissed each other, then John, and finally Brad once Melissa's lips and tongue relinquished his. At the end, everyone fell back onto the bed laughing together.
"Well, that was all pretty incredible," Stephanie spoke up. "What's next?" she asked hopefully.
"Well," her father answered, "Probably not too much more," and he glanced at the clock. "It's already after midnight and even though nobody has to get up for school, at least two of you have to be up in time for breakfast and piano lessons in the morning," he pointed out, eliciting long-suffering groans from both Muller children. "So maybe we'd better call it a night for now. That way we may actually wake up in the morning in time to have one last orgy together before Keith and Melissa go home with their mother, okay?"
"That actually sounds like a good plan," his daughter nodded, sounding surprised to be in agreement. "Only Margaret is making dinner for us here before then, right? That's after you get your cock sucked by her on the way home, of course," she added in a too-sweet voice and batting her eyelashes at her father.
"Yep, all of that is definitely the plan," John confirmed, grinning without a trace of embarrassment.
"So for tonight," Melissa asked, "Is everyone still cool with sleeping together here? That way we're all reading to start fucking as soon as we wake up!" she added with a libidinous smile. When everyone enthusiastically endorsed the idea, Melissa asked, "Okay then. Who needs to pee before they go to sleep?"
It turned out they all did, so Melissa asked Stephanie to straddle her face and piss into her mouth. Keith pointed out that he was now hard enough again that he could put his cock inside Melissa's cunt and piss inside her, an offer that his sister accepted with indecent enthusiasm. It was agreed that Brad and John would pee onto Melissa's breasts and body at the same time, and everyone hastily moved into their assigned positions.
Melissa quickly found herself staring up at Stephanie's thinly haired pussy at close range and eagerly pulled her hips down unti she could tightly seal her lips around the middle of her girlfriend's cunt, bestowing teasing little licks around her labia that were protruding with arousal and thrusting her tongue as far as she could up Stephanie's vagina, making her lover gasp with delight at the sensation.
Then it was Melissa's turn to suck in breath through her nostrils as she felt Keith's familiar cock push easily into her drenched and oozing cunt hole and bury itself all the way to the back of her vagina. Even before she could indicate she was ready, she felt warm splashes of liquid on her breasts and stomach and realized that John, Brad, or quite possibly both had started to anoint her plump, creamy body with their pungent urine. Melissa wriggled with delight as she felt herself coated so completely.
"Here I go," Stephanie warned and Melissa nodded to indicate she understood. Starting with a small dribble that quickly strengthened to a steady, vigorous stream, Stephanie released her bladder into Melissa's waiting mouth. The redhead enthusiastically swallowed her girlfriend's pee as fast as she could but not caring in the slightest about the overflow that dribbled down her cheeks and into her hair and the sheets below.
At that moment, Melissa felt the odd sensation deep inside her cunt as her brother began to fill her up with his piss. After only a few moments of peeing almost directly into her womb, Keith then began to slide his hard cock in and out of her while continuing to urinate. It was, Melissa decided, the ideal way to be fucked and she resolved to enjoy it as often as possible in the future.
As her mouth and pussy were being thus filled, Melissa felt the streams of warm fluid from John and his son shift, one down to ensure her legs were also covered and the other to piss directly onto the face and hair that were left exposed beyond Stephanie's widely parted thighs. Melissa was almost delirious with perverted desire, her head swimming with the sheer debauchery of it all.
Keith continued to plunge his cock in and out of Melissa's cunt even after his flow of piss had ceased and she realized that, despite what she though they had agreed to earlier, there was going to be at least one more good fuck before they turned out the lights, and she gladly lifted her legs up to enfold her brother's body, digging her heels into his taut, well-muscled ass to urge him on. At the same time, Melissa now began to expand the range of her tongue's exploration of Stephanie's sopping wet pussy, ranging back to her anus and gently pushing the tip of her tongue inside to her now completely hard clit and teasing it with excruciatingly pleasurable flicks of her tongue that had Stephanie moaning.
"Sorry, Daddy," Melissa heard Stephanie gasp, "I guess we're still fucking."
"So it would seem," her father replied in an amused tone. "How can we help?"
"Well," Stephanie instructed, "Brad, since Melissa made it clear that she has a hard time coming unless you're biting her tits, why don't you help her out? And Daddy, I would love it if you would kiss me and pay some special attention to my tits, too."
"We would love to," her father answered simply. Shortly thereafter, Melissa groaned loudly as she felt Brad's mouth close over her right breast and his hand squeezing and massaging her left one. Then, to her surprise and unanticipated delight, she felt John place his knees on either side of her head beyond where his daughter's were and casually flop his heavy balls and cock directly down onto Melissa's face. "Can you breathe, Melissa?" John asked thoughtfully and Melissa grunted in the affirmative.
Melissa's view was completely obscured by Stephanie's cunt and John's immense, fleshy package, but she surmised by the wet, slobbery sounds above her that father and daughter were indeed exchanging incestuous kisses, interspersed with occasional vists by John's lips and tongue to Stephanie's small, pert breast mounds.
By now, the relentless lascivious assault by Brad on Melissa's breasts and sensitive nipples was beginning to tell and she could feel her arousal ratcheting up dramatically. She began to steadily increase the tempo of her brother's fucking by guiding him with her heels, urging him to start slamming his cock into her hard. At the same time, Melissa intensified her attentions on Stephanie's oozing cunt, picking up the pace of her rapid flicking of her tongue on her girlfriend's clit and making her cry out and gasp with pleasure.
And then Melissa was startled to feel Stephanie raise her hips and lift her pussy off Melissa's face. But the breathing space was short-lived as she saw Stephanie's hand reach down and pull her father's heavy, semi-erect cock into the narrow space between her cunt and Melissa' upturned face, lowering herself down once more and starting to grind her pussy along the length of John's prick.
After recovering from her initial surprise and assuring herself she could still manage to breathe despite the mass of male genitals pressed down on her face, Melissa began to relish the flavor and texture of John's thick cock as she licked it with her tongue. She could clearly feel the throbbing of John's pulse in the veins that protruded from his cock and could also feel the raised line of his urethra along the underside. When Stephanie would raise her hips in preparation for another incestuous slither of her cunt along the length of her father's heavy cock, Melissa found she could even reach John's balls with the tip of her tongue and enjoyed exploring their taste and texture, so different from that of his prick. She realized that for all the wild and frequent sex she had been having, she had never previously explored one of her lovers' ball sacks before and resolved to try it again when she had a bit more freedom of movement.
Having settled into this new, very kinky position that her girlfriend had chosen, the insistent sensations from her brother's hard prick pounding in and out of her cunt and Brad's increasingly fierce bites on her nipples were beginning to start the tingles in her cunt that presaged a climax, and she smiled to realize that she might get to experience more than one before everyone was finished with her. Furthermore, and to her amazement considering how recently he had ejaculated, she felt John's cock start to harden rapidly and realized he must be enjoying having his prick stimulated by both girls at the same time very much.
On impulse, Melissa reached down Brad's body next to her, trying to find his cock as well. It was difficult to do at first until her boyfriend cottoned on to what she was attempting and shifted his body around so that his young prick was in reach. When Melissa finally managed to locate it and wrap her fingers around it she was thrilled to find it completely hard and she heartily began to stroke it up and down, earning her a muffled grunt of appreciation from Brad, whose mouth was still completely full of her soft, full breast.
Having thus ensured that every member of the household was being sexually serviced in one form or another, Melissa now focused her attention on the insistently rising orgasm in her pussy as Keith slammed his stiff organ into her harder and faster. Within seconds, she felt the climax erupt within her and she writhed and shuddered in its grip. She heard her brother's triumphant cry, "She's coming already!" and then felt his cock plunge deeply into the bottom of her vagina and hold itself there as her cunt rhythmically constricted around it with each new ecstatic surge that coursed through her body.
As her climax gradually subsided, Melissa was extremely pleased to feel that her brother had managed to hold off from coming himself and had resumed fucking her in a slow, steady rhythm. She heard Stephanie gasp faintly from above her, "Hey- hoh! Hey, my love! Are you- unnggghh! Alright down there? Hoh! Oh, God, Daddy! This feels- haaggghh! This feels amazing!" Melissa extended the hand that wasn't diligently jerking Brad off and displayed an upturned thumb. "Oh, good!" Stephanie panted. "I'm- hoh! I'm getting close- oh, fuck! Too," she cried, increasing the pressure of John's now completely hard cock against Melissa's face as she ground her cunt desperately along it's length with abandon.
All Melissa could do at this point was hang on for the ride and try to keep breathing. Stephanie's ecstatic cries and hoarse grunts were constant now and she knew her girlfriend's orgasm was imminent. And indeed, within less than a minute Melissa could feel the telltale shuddering in Stephanie's thighs where they were pressed against her cheek and knew her lover was climaxing, if her high screams weren't indication enough. And then, to her everlasting delight, she tasted the warm, acrid flood of urine in her mouth and realized Stephanie's bladder had let go in her excitement. Melissa eagerly lapped and swallowed as much as she could while continuing to tease the underside of John's gargantuan cock where it pressed heavily down onto her face.
"Hohhhhh, God!" Stephanie exhaled with satisfaction as her rhythmic pulses subsided. "That was amazing! Do you like this way to fuck, Daddy?" she panted, trying to recover her breath.
"Having my cock squeezed between the lips and pussy of two of the three most beautiful women in the world while they come?" John asked, more than a little breathless himself. "What's not to like? I'm quite impressed," he added. "This is even a new way for me, too."
"Oh, Daddy!" Melissa heard Stephanie cry joyfully and could picture what – based on the sounds she could hear – her girlfriend flinging her arms around her father's neck and kissing him ardently. When their lips parted, Stephanie asked as she resumed her sensuous slithering of her cunt slip up and down her father's rock-hard cock, "And can you come like this, too, Daddy?"
"I sure can, lover," John grunted, "And in not too much longer, either."
"Oooh, you hear that, Brad?" Stephanie asked smokily, "You're gonna get a special treat!"
"Cool!" Melissa heard her boyfriend reply as he lifted his lips up away from where he had been gently gnawing on her nipple long enough to answer and she smiled to herself. She was looking forward as well to John shooting another one of his incredible loads of semen onto her body.
Melissa could tell from the sound of Keith's breathing and the way he had been continuing to increase the tempo of his incestuous fucking that he wasn't too far away from a climax, either, so she began to focus her attention on the feel of his long, smooth prick sliding in and out of her cunt. She realized that her devasted vaginal opening had recovered sufficiently that Keith's cock felt wonderful inside her – just perfect, in fact. The thought of him filling her up with his come was enough to start another climax, which had been simmering for several minutes just below the surface of her consciousness, to build deep within her ravaged pussy. In anticipation, she began to rapidly increase the tempo of her hand strokes on Brad's prick, hoping to make him come at the same time.
As Stephanie ground her hungry crotch down onto her father's gargantuan prick ever harder and faster, Melissa stopped even attempting to slide her tongue along the man's member; it was just too difficult against all that pressure. Instead, she simply held her mouth open with her tongue pushed firmly against the long bulge along the underside of John's cock, waiting to feel the exact moment when he began to spurt his thick, creamy semen onto her body and, presumably, Brad's face at the same time.
Melissa could now feel Brad's smaller prick start to twitch ominously so she dug her heels into her brother's buttocks, spurring him into recklessly slamming his cock into her. He responded instantly, plunging his prick as hard and fast as he could, his balls making a noticeable slapping sound as they hit her ass cheeks with each stroke. She felt the warning tingles in her cunt so she frantically jerked Brad's cock, trying to will him into filling her hand with his sweet-tasting jism. Even though she couldn't speak with her mouth covered by John's massive organ, she was gasping and whimpering pathetically now, her body starting to writhe with each new plunge of her brother's prick into her.
"Oh, God!" she heard Stephanie moan from somewhere above her, "You- hoh! You sound like you're- ooohhh! You're gonna' come, too, Mel! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Do it! Come with me! Come with me lover! Hoh! Oh, fuck! Dad's gonna' shoot, too! Can you feel it? I can- hoh! I can feel his cock- ohhh! Swelling up! Oh, fuck! I'm so close! Oh, shit! We're gonna do it- hunnnggghh! We're gonna' all- oh, fuck! We're gonna' all come! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Here it comes! Oh, God! I'm- haaggghh! I'm coming! Come with me! Come with meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she shrieked as her body began to quiver uncontrollably.
And then Melissa felt the tube under John's cock swell up alarmingly and then begin to pulse, accompanied by John's grunts as he ejaculated. Melissa could feel great gobbets of his thick, ropy semen landing on her body, and that was enough to push her over the edge as well. With a hoarse, shuddering groan, she surrendered to the jolts of electric bliss that shot up and down the length of her twelve-year-old, pubescent body. Through her climactic haze, she realized that Brad's cock was jerking, too, almost in the same rhythm as that of his father, and she felt his warm, sloppy goo filling her hand. Finally, she felt her brother's prick swell and begin to jerk spasmodically deep inside her and she realized the Keith was emptying his incestuous seed into her womb. The sudden, unbidden thought of him someday getting her pregnant was so wickedly exciting that it triggered another orgasm hard on the heels of the first one, this one even more powerful than before. Her body convulsed and writhed within the limits of being held in place so firmly. She felt her bladder empty once more and didn't care. All her being seemed to be focused on the three ejaculating cocks she was touching and on the excruciatingly ecstatic sensation of her nipples being cruelly bitten and twisted. She heard the roaring in her ears and knew she was going go pass out. She didn't care about that, either. All she knew was that she was coming and coming and couldn't stop. The last thing she was aware of before her consciousness abandoned her was that John was still coming and coming, just like she was. And then the walls closed in completely.