Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 22:18:22 -0600
From: "moonchris6@gmail.com" <moonchris6@gmail.com>
Subject: The American Family - Chapter 6-1

This story is fictional. It contains sexual situations between members of
the same sex, opposite sex, and within the same family. All of the
characters you read about eventually play a role in the story, in
situations with most other characters. There is a plot, though it creeps in
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The American Family
Chapter 6 (part 1): Butterflies and Other Beautiful Creatures


"Erin, this stuff stinks!" Mitch said, holding his uncle's deodorant to his
nose.


His sister laughed and punched him playfully. They were both standing naked
in front of the bathroom mirror. "You're so funny sometimes. You're nine
years old and you've eaten pussy and ass, had your dick sucked and lots
more with Uncle Ivan, not to mention blew your cum into Dad's mouth, but
you've never smelled deodorant?"


Mitch shrugged sheepishly at his thirteen year old sister, as always in awe
at how much knowledge she's able to shower him with. He'd just finished
describing the shower he took with their dad in which he watched in awe as
the older Holm stroked the young boy's soapy cock until it blew a fat
creamy load into his mouth. Erin had listened with her eyes squeezed
tightly and her entire fist pumping furiously into her tiny peach
fuzz-covered pussy. Mitch lost count at the number of orgasms she'd had as
he told her the entire story. Finally as he'd told her how his dad shot his
own cum without even being touched, Erin's body had stiffened and shook
violently as though in an epileptic seizure, and a thick spurt of pussy
juice shot out of her pussy six feet across the room.


Mitch, kneeling over his sister's head, had never seen anything like it. He
knew how badly Erin wanted to fuck their dad, so he actually felt a little
bad that she wasn't in the shower with them that day. Dad would have loved
shoving his cock up her tight little pussy. His hand on his own cock didn't
have to work hard. Quickly he shot cum all over her spasming contorted face
as she lifted her chin and stuck out her tongue in the hopes of catching as
much of the milky baby juice as she could.


He'd licked it all off her, sharing it with her in a wet, cummy kiss,
before they'd decided it was time to get ready for the big party.


Mitch had never been so nervous in his life, not even in the minutes
leading up to his first time with Erin and Sherri. The first ever KAST
party was only a few minutes from beginning. His uncle Ivan was downstairs
preparing the house for the arrival of at least five kids ranging in age
from 9 to 15, and any adults they'd had previous experience with. For
Mitch, that meant Ivan, who was also luckily able to host the part while
Aunt Alanna took the twin girls to a weekend trip to Chicago.


"I still wish I would've invited Dad to this party," he said.


"That would have been great," Erin said. "But he's just not ready yet. From
what you said, he still feels guilty about what you guys did in the
shower. I think the best bet is to get him and mom to both fuck you, then
have them both be at the party."


"Yeah, right! That will never happen. She just seems to be wound so
tight. Maybe you should work on her instead?"


"I can try," said Erin. "Not sure if it will help, but who knows?" Their
scheming little talk was interrupted by the doorbell, ringing like the
sound of a sea change in both of their lives. They looked at each other and
saw the trepidation and excitement reflected in the other's eyes. "Let's
get dressed!" said Erin.


--


Butterflies are beautiful creatures. Their flapping wings are possibly the
most overused analogy in all fiction. Anything that's graceful is as
graceful as a butterfly. Right now, the flapping of those butterfly wings
in Mitch's stomach caused his whole body to shiver like he'd just gotten
out of the lake during a cool Memorial Day picnic. He wasn't feeling very
graceful right now.


"We're all here in my living room," said Ivan, "because of my nephew,
Mitch. Do you want to say a few words to get the party started, buddy?" His
uncle's smile and nod, along with the proud face of his sister, reassured
him that this didn't have to be so scary.


Mitch looked around the room at the rest of the party invitees. He saw a
lot of nervous faces and averted eyes. He had to make them feel at
home. "Thank you all for coming, especially all the grown ups. Look around
at the kids in this room. Every kid you see loves each and every one of
you. Every kid looks to you for advice and guidance in the area we only get
as lectures at school about -- sex. Only YOU can help us grow up to be
normal adults and comfortable sharing with our own kids, whenever we have
them, our sexuality, which is a gift that God gave us. It's a gift that God
wants you all to share with the children who love you."


"Amen!" said Ivan. The laughter put Mitch even more at ease. Everybody here
was his friend. He noticed all eyes, adult and children alike, were staring
at him. He felt a lot more confident now.


"I've written a little oath that I was hoping we could all take. One for
the grown ups and one for us kids. Let's do the grown up one first. Please
repeat after me. If anybody doesn't agree with it, you are welcome to leave
before we get started:


"As a KAST member..." The adults repeated every phrase as he read it from a
note card. "it is my duty to nurture and educate the children I love, so
that they grow to learn healthy sensuality, and guilt-free expression of
their sexuality, as it was given to them by God. I promise to teach them
the physical joys of lovemaking with a caring attitude toward them, and
allow them to express themselves, freely, in their own way."


He'd only shared this with Erin. His sister had suggested some good changes
(after teasing him for a "dorky oath"), and together they revised it to its
current form. Mitch held his breath as he waited for everybody to get up
and leave after hearing it. But nobody moved. Several of the adults had
their arm around the kid who invited them.


"Ok, great," he continued. "Now for the kids' oath. Repeat after me if
you're under 16: As a KAST member, I promise to trust the adults who love
me, to teach me all I need to know about my body, and the sexual treasures
it possesses."


Again all the kids repeated what Mitch said, without anybody getting up or
appearing scared. Some were visibly nervous, but nobody seemed afraid. By
now in fact, everybody was smiling. "Ok, with that out of the way, how
about we go around the room and introduce ourselves. Let's have each kid
tell us your name, your adult friends names, and what you've done with
them. I'll start."


Mitch recounted how he and his uncle played together, but only listed the
acts without description. Erin went next, and admitted she hadn't actually
had sex with an adult yet. "Also," she said, "I just started in a
relationship with a boy in high school, so I am not going to join in the
fun tonight. He's an adult but I didn't invite him because I want him all
to myself! Instead I'll be the hostess and waitress if anybody needs
anything to drink."


Next was a skinny boy with brown hair down to his eyes. "I'm Mikey. I'm 10
and this is my aunt Jenna. She's... how old are you?"


The long blond hair on the angelic face shook as she laughed. "I'm 29
Mikey."


"She's 29. A couple months ago Jenna caught me playing with my willie in
the tree house. We haven't really done much but she taught me how to rub it
up and down."


"Very good, Mikey," said Mitch. "I can tell by the way you look at her that
you want to do more than that with her. Hopefully tonight you'll get your
chance. Ok Tess, you're next."


"I'm Tess," the little girl said, "as you know Mitch since we are in the
same class at school. I'm 9 years old and this is my mom, Brianna. She is
36 years old."


Brianna said, "I haven't ... um, `done anything' with Tess. I haven't even
considered it, I guess, until now. I kinda thought this was just a group to
discuss the birds and bees."


"You can definitely just talk with Tess if you want," said Mitch. "But
remember our motto is that, like it or not, kids ARE sexual too. I'm
guessing that's why Tess wanted you here. Tess, are you sexually attracted
to your mom?"


Tess lowered her eyes and her cheeks went crimson. She turned to her mom
and said, "I saw you and daddy having sex last summer. You didn't know I
was there but daddy saw me. I watched him rubbing your JJ and that night I
tried rubbing it too. Mine is not as pretty as yours, mommy, and I really
want to see yours close up."


Brianna sat with her mouth agape for a minute before composing herself and
then drew her daughter close to her. "Let's stick around and see what
happens sweetheart. I love you and I think Mitch's KAST oath is a good
one. I'm committed to teaching you what you need to know."


Tess's relief must have felt like a wet blanket being pulled off her body.


"Well, I'm Kyle Baker. I'm not here with any grown up but I've done stuff
with my brother Todd and Mitch."


"Thanks for bringing that up, Kyle," said Mitch. "It's a great reminder
that if you have any friends who want to be involved in KAST, they don't
need a grown up to come and learn. It's our oath that all adult KAST
members are required to teach any children who want to learn. So your
friends don't need to be afraid to come."


"I'll go next! I'm Stevie! Eleven years old!! These are my parents, Linda
and Thomas."


"As you can see," Linda said, "Stevie is a very excitable little guy. We've
known he's been sexual since he was about 3 years old. He always tried to
grab my tits, or Thomas's penis, and for a long time we fought him off,
trying to abide by societal norms." She rolled her eyes as she said
this. "He routinely masturbated around the house and we had to teach him
that home was the only place he should be doing this. He was 5 when he
started masturbating. Finally we decided to let him touch us over our
clothing... basically because we got tired of swatting his hand."


Thomas said, "We've been good about keeping it on the outside of the
clothes, but when he told us about the KAST group, we all got very excited
to come here. So... here we are!" Thomas was showing the same excitement
Stevie had. Mitch noticed a sizeable bulge pressing against his pants, and
his mouth watered.


"So I guess that makes me the oldest kid here, huh?" a plump girl with
apple sized breasts spoke shyly.


"It's ok hun," her adult prodded.


"Well I'm Andrea Kratchem. I'm 14. This is my grandpa, Henry. Some of you
probably know him."


Giggles came from the three 9 year olds, Mitch, Kyle, and Tess. "Of course
we know him," said Kyle. "He's our teacher!"


Linda, mother of Stevie, let out a gasp. "You're their *teacher*?" she
said. Her hand slid down between her dress pants and pressed against her
crotch. "Have you ever... um... done anything with them?"


"Of course not!" Henry Kratchem said indignantly. "I'm a professional, and
I promise you no matter what happens here, these children will not get
different treatment in the classroom. Andrea and I, however, have a long
relationship. Her parents died in a car accident when she was 2 and I was
given custody. One night, I think she was 5, I was sleeping soundly in bed,
and I awoke to a pair of warm lips surrounding my co-- my penis. By the
time I woke up, I was near my climax and she took my love juice and
swallowed it completely."


You could have cut the tension with a knife as the entire room was rapt
with attention. Mitch was not surprised as this was how he taught his
class, with every student on the edge of their seat in awe of his
storytelling skill.


He continued, "Needless to say, I was mortified with guilt. I explained to
Andrea that it was wrong to do that with anybody - she was only 5 after
all. But a few weeks after that, I was having a dream that I was
drowning. I woke up to my face being smothered by a plump little 5 year old
bald pussy. I didn't know what to do. She seemed to get off on rubbing her
slit all over my nose."


By now every person in the room, save for Brianna, mother of 9 year old
Tess, was not being very subtle about touching themselves.


"Anyway," Henry said, "I took her to a therapist and explained everything
to her. She has been working with Andrea for the last 9 years. She says
that they are making progress but has always warned me that Andrea may
never stop her sexual exploration and that I should be as forgiving as I
could. Needless to say, this group was made for her, and I see it as a sign
from God that she found it for us."


Thomas said, "Have you just had those two experiences with her?"


"No. Honestly, we've done pretty much everything two people can do. Andrea
seems shy now, but she is anything but, as you all may discover before this
night is over."


Mitch felt like he was going to cum in his pants, so, with the final kid
introduction complete, he decided it was time to start the party. He stood
up to begin. "I'm not sure how these parties should proceed, but Erin and I
were thinking that we could start with an educational section first and
then have an exploration section where we practice what we've been taught."


"Kind of like how we learn in your class, Mr. Kratchem," Erin said. He
smiled and winked at her.


"So," continued Mitch, "every adult will pick one thing to teach each kid,
one by one. Remember, even though we all took the oath, if anybody ever
feels uncomfortable, you can not participate, or even leave if you'd like."
Once again, nobody moved, and Mitch beamed with delight. "Uncle Ivan, would
you like to start?"


Ivan stood up with a smile, scanning the room. All of this was pre-planned;
Ivan already knew what he was going to "teach", and this would give the
other adults time to think of something.


"I'm going to teach you something that has many different names -- rimming
and salad-tossing are the most common names it's called." Several of the
adults moaned in pleasure as a few kids laughed at the funny culinary term
for a sex act.


"Salad tossing! Eww, I hate salad!" little Stevie yelled out.


"Salad tossing," said Ivan, "is when you get your little asshole licked by
somebody. Often when two men do it, they call it rimming. It's called salad
tossing a lot when a girl does it to a boy, and when a boy does it to a
girl, it's often just called `eating ass.'"


Several of the kids squirmed in their chairs in excitement, and Mitch
noticed Andrea exchange a knowing glance to her grandpa (Mr. Kratchem,
their teacher). Mitch saw a glimmer in her eye that said they may have done
this before.


"As a general guideline, just so the adults are aware, we will try to teach
things that can be done to a kid first, before teaching them how to do it
to the adults. It's always nice to know how good something feels before
trying it themselves. Anyway, with the formalities out of the way, which of
you sexy little kiddos wants to have their ass eaten first?"


At first, the silence really worried Mitch. He thought everything was going
to fall apart and the party was going to end before anything happened. And
after that description by Uncle Ivan of what rimming is -- something that
the two of them had done already -- his cock was so hard in his pants right
now. Fuck it, he would go first, even though he really wanted to see Ivan's
tongue deep in the ass of one of these other little kids. Seeing it
swirling around would---


"I'll go," a quiet voice said, breaking Mitch's mental panic. It was
fourteen year old Andrea, eyes twinkling, shy smile, hand raised shyly
halfway in the air. The small tits on her chest were raising and lowering
quickly as her nervousness betrayed her.


Andrea stood and walked to the center of the family room, on the plush
rug. Approaching her, Ivan gave her a hug. "Have you ever had this done to
you before, honey?"


"I did it to grandpa a few times, but he never did it to me." she said.


"Mr. Kratchem," Ivan said mockingly, "you're gonna lose your dirty old
pervert card!"


"First of all, call me Henry! Second of all, almost all the stuff we do
happens while I'm sleeping and Andrea sneaks into my bed. I'm no predator
and it never occurred to me to even approach my little granddaughter to
slide my tongue up her ass."


Ivan knelt down, looking Andrea in the eyes as he did. He pulled up her
shirt to get to the button on her jeans. Unfastening them, he slid them
down slowly, inching one side and then the other down her plump legs as the
skin of her thighs appeared for all to see. Mitch started rubbing his cock,
noticing every other man and boy in the room was doing the same
thing. Stevie's mom Linda was rubbing her pussy through her jeans.


"Why don't you go on your hands and knees, sweetheart," said Ivan as he
pulled her pants all the way off. Andrea complied and Ivan sat back to ogle
her sexy round ass covered in white school-girl panties. At some point
during these events, Ivan had unbuttoned his own pants, Mitch noticed,
because his large purple cock was sticking far out of his pants.


Ivan grasped her panties and, agonizingly snail-paced, he pulled them over
her white ass and down her thighs. Kids and adults alike were on the edge
of their seat as first her small puckered rosebud asshole and then her fat
pussy lips -- covered in soft clear peach fuzz hair -- was exposed for all
to see.


Ivan started to toss the panties aside, then stopped himself. "Honey, can I
keep these?" he asked.


Andrea laughed, looking back at him with those twinkling eyes. "Sure," she
said.


Sliding his hands lovingly up her white untanned thighs, Ivan slid in
closer to Andrea's ass. He put his palms on each ass cheek and spread them
gently. "The key is to be gentle, to truly `make love' to the little
asshole," he said. He planted a kiss on each ass cheek and Andrea
sighed. Her head fell as her eyes closed.


Ivan's long pink tongue licked the top of Andrea's right thigh up to her
ass cheek, then washed its way toward her crack. Once he got there, he used
his tongue to draw large circles around her asshole, each circle drawing
closer to the rosebud, like a radar honing in on its target. Andrea was
moaning by the time his tongue flicked across her puckered rear hole. Her
rapt audience witnessed that sexy shit hole reflexively contract. Mitch
heard gasps around the room, and for the first time looked around. Every
cock was out in the open, and being stroked -- and all were being stroked
by somebody other than said cock's owner.


Ivan's tongue increased it's tempo on Andrea's quivering bottom-hole. Her
ass was wriggling eagerly and pushing back in the hopes of getting that wet
tongue deep inside of her. Ivan didn't tease her for long. He flicked over
and over on her pink pucker as Andrea rubbed her clit.


"Grandpa," panted Andrea. "His tongue is going right inside my asshole!"


"Yes, my love!" Henry said. "Open up your ass to let it in. Now you know
how you made me feel on those night and why I came so fast!" Henry Kratchem
jumped from the sofa and knelt in front of his 14 year old granddaughter,
presenting his cock to her pouty lips. She opened her mouth wide and pulled
his ass forward, engulfing his cock into her mouth and throat. He took
over, face-fucking her, in what Mitch figured they had practiced many times
before.


Ivan gripped her ass tightly, his nose pressed hard against it as his
tongue fucked her little asshole relentlessly. Her body started to
shake. Ivan, always the attentive lover, Mitch recalled, noticed her
reaching the edge, and pulled his tongue out and licked from her clit,
slowly up between her pussy lips, and back to her gaping bum chute, where
he shoved it deeply inside.


Andrea's body was now shaking uncontrollably as she screamed and gasped
with each shove of Ivan's tongue into her asshole. Her orgasm took control
and she spasmed, collapsing onto the shag rug.


"OOOH! OOOH! I'm next!" little 11 year old Stevie jumped up, startling
everybody out of their sexually-induced shocked state. He jumped up, his
little 3 inch pecker hard as a rock. Andrea, still panting and weak, slowly
crawled up to the couch with her grandpa, who hadn't achieved his relief
yet in spite of her swallowing his long cock.


Stevie raced out of his pants and knelt down in front of Ivan. "We'll do
this a little differently with you there, big guy. Why don't you lie on
your back for me so that everybody can see that sexy little cocklet of
yours. What you lack in size you more than make up for in hardness and
enthusiasm. That little boner of yours could cut glass!


"Now, lift up your legs for me, spread them and hold them out for me, so
that I can get my tongue to your tight little asshole." Stevie did as he
was asked, his hairless body on display for all to see. Linda, his mother,
moaned with delight. She pulled hard on her husband's big 8" cock. Thomas
practically had drool coming from his mouth as his wife stroked him. She
pulled him over to where their son was laying prone and waiting for Ivan's
tongue in his ass. They shimmied up to little Stevie's face and, guiding
Thomas onto his back, she pulled her panties aside and lowered herself onto
the big throbbing stick of her husband.


"Ok, I'm ready for the show," Linda said, panting. "Give my little boy a
rimming he'll never forget!"


The look on Ivan's face was one Mitch hadn't seen before. It was lust more
pure than crystal sugar. His mind's eye saw little Stevie's pinky sized
asshole and 3 inch cock, surrounded by a hazy heavenly white as he blocked
out everything else. Mitch's uncle was in the proverbial "zone."


He crawled up to Stevie's torso and propped himself on his elbows, his nose
inches from the smooth tiny balls in front of him. He looked up at Linda,
her eyes half closed but intensely focused on her son's cock. She was
riding Thomas, whose head was laying right next to Stevie's head, which was
raised in anticipation of Ivan's oral love. Ivan swabbed Stevies nut sack,
wetting it slowly. He swirled his tongue around and around his
balls. Stevie closed his eyes and laid his head down on the rub, turning it
to lick his dad's tongue, chin, and nose. Their tongues battled.


Finally Ivan tickled Stevie's puckered asshole with his long tongue,
causing another moan from Stevie into his dad's mouth. Now Linda was
moaning hard too, eyes closed, her clit rubbing on Thomas's fat cock. Ivan
pushed his tongue in and out of the tiny hole. He grasped Stevie's cocklet
with two fingers and stroked the skin, tight as an undersized condom, up
and down, struggling to hang on as the little boy's body shook violently.


"Daddy, what's happening!!!?" Stevie moaned out as his body continued to
convulse.


"Just push it out kiddo, you're gonna cum! Let Ivan extract the juicy cum
out of your little boy pecker!", his dad said.


Stevie's body went stiff and shook like a vibrator as Ivan tongue-fucked
his hole. His orgasm overtook all of his senses around the same time his
mother shook violently on Thomas's rock hard pussy-stretcher. Her juices
gushed out of her cunt like somebody put a boulder on top of Old
Faithful. She soaked her husband. In a heap of flesh, all of them collapsed
into each other, sweating and panting in sexually blissful afterglow.


For several minutes, nobody moved or said anything. Finally Stevie got up
and crawled to his parents and they hugged in a three-way embrace, Stevie
and Linda crying quietly, uncontrollably, satisfyingly. Mitch's eyes welled
up with his own tears as he realized this was the real purpose of KAST.


---


As the night wore on, Mikey, Kyle, and of course Mitch all experienced the
bliss of Ivan's tongue, the scenes playing out not unlike it did with
little Stevie. Little ten year old Mikey's aunt Jenna crawled over to Ivan,
who was on his back with Mikey's sphincter resting on his lips. Jenna took
Ivan's hand and literally fucked herself with it as she watched her nephew
riding Ivan's long tongue. Although he must have been exhausted, Ivan kept
on like a trooper. Something about tongue fucking little ripe assholes
keeps you going, he told Mitch later.


Finally, all the kids except little nine-year old Tess had their turn
getting ass tongue-fucked by Ivan. All eyes shifted to her and her
mother. "I'm a little scared, Mommy," she said.


"Oh, sweetie," Brianna said. "I understand, I'm a little scared myself!
Having a sexual awakening can be a very frightening thing..."


Mitch thought to the beginning of the night and Tess and Brianna's
story. Brianna had thought this meeting was a place to simply have "birds
and bees" conversations with the kids. Mitch didn't think they would last
the night, but looking down at Brianna's pants, he noticed a distinct wet
spot. She had been rubbing her pussy over her pants since Ivan's tongue
first slid out between his lips to lick fourteen year old Andrea's rosebud.


"If you're uncomfortable about having Ivan lick-- um, toss your salad," she
said and gave her little girl a tickle, making her laugh. "We can go home."


"No," laughed Tess, "I don't want to go home. I'm just a little nervous
about Ivan doing it to me."

"Baby, come here." She pulled her little girl to her breast and stroked her
hair. "You're still just a little baby girl. Ivan's a big strange man. You
know that I love you more than anything in the world and would never let
anybody hurt you, right?" Tess nodded, and Brianna continued. "Would it
make you feel better if Mommy was the one who `tossed your salad'?"
(Another tickle; another giggle)


Tess looked up, smiling, the relief visibly dissipating. She nodded shyly.


"Well," continued her mother, "to be polite, since this is his lesson you
should ask Ivan if that's ok."


"Mr. Ivan," said Tess sweetly, "would you mind if my mommy licked my... I
mean tossed my salad dressing, instead of you?"


(Mitch sensed every cock in the room lurch upward at Tess's sweet
question.)


Ivan said, "Honey of course I don't mind if that would help you feel good
about learning this important lesson."


Tess and her mom stood up, hand in hand, moving to the center of the
group. Brianna bent forward and gave Tess a little kiss on the lips, and
whispered, "I love you, baby." She pulled Tess's shirt up slowly, exposing
her thin stomach. Inch by inch, her pale body was exposed to the warm
air. Next to see the light of the artificial living room lamp were her flat
tits, which, Mitch noticed, were actually just small pink nipples resting
flatly on her chest. They weren't pointing out like Erin's always did. They
were completely flat, and Mitch wanted nothing more than to lick them.


Tess looked around at the eyes that were boring a hole into her chest, and
she smiled, her shyness starting to melt away. She pushed out her chest,
almost imperceptibly, but not quite... and the cocks in the room all grew
another inch. At least, Mitch's did.


Brianna kissed her little girl's shoulders and drew a trail of kisses down
the front of her chest, stopping briefly at each nipple to kiss and nibble
them, causing a giggle and moan to escape Tess's lips. Kneeling, she kissed
down Tess's small tummy below her visible ribs. She slipped her hands down
Tess's shorts onto her behind, sliding them, and her panties, down over her
thighs. All the way down to her feet.


"Go ahead and get on your hands and knees, baby," Brianna instructed her
daughter. Her voice was sweet like syrup dripping down her daughter's
nipples. She reminded Mitch of his own gentle and loving mother. Brianna
crawled up to Tess's smooth under-developed ass. Then, within licking
distance, she turned her head back toward Ivan. Her voice was no longer
like syrup when she said to Ivan, "You! Get over here and get that Gene
Simmons beast of a snake tongue up my ass-cunt. Get it in there deep and
eat it like you're starving you raunchy fucker!" Her growling voice
startled everybody, and a few chuckles were heard as Ivan leaped into
action. He was nothing if not obedient!


Ivan crawled behind Brianna and formed the caboose of this little
hands-and-knees train. Ivan pulled her pants down and pushed her blouse,
along with her bra, up over her C-cup tits, letting them hang there, almost
begging for a baby to suck on them. Everybody in the room wanted to be that
baby right now.


"Ivan. Are you ready? Tongues on three. One. Two. Three!" said Brianna. Her
tongue darted out and immediately swirled around little Tess's
sphincter. Tess's body jerked and she let out a little scream, which mixed
with her mom's guttural moan like a sweet and sour Chinese dish, as she
felt Ivan shove his tongue roughly deep up her own asshole. Ivan abused
that pucker, fucking it hard, using his tongue like a strap on, in and out,
in and out!


"Oh, Mommy! Mommy! Mommyyyyyyyy!" Tess was screaming and panting now as her
mom swirled her tongue, licking the little pink eye-hole, occasionally
pushing just the tip inside. She stopped briefly every once in a while,
just to take a look at her daughters bald pussy lips quivering and getting
moist. Then she dove right back into her baby's tight poop chute. She
reached up and rubbed her fingers around her daughter's nipples with one
hand. With the other, she reached back and grabbed a fistful of Ivan's
hair, pumping his head back and forth like it was a giant dildo. Ivan was
powerless; he simply kept his tongue extended and fucked her asshole with
it, occasionally tasting the bitter flavor of shit. And loving every
fucking cunt dripping minute of it.


Ivan reached forward and grasped Brianna's nipples in each hand, pulling
and tugging like they were the udders of a cow. Mitch smiled to himself as
the thought of milking a cow passed over his brain, and his cock pulsated
at the thought of milk coming from her big tits, a fantasy that had never
occurred to him!


Tess's screams by now had devolved into breathless, soundless pants as her
mom worshipped her little hole and toyed with her nipples. The shake
started in her toes and moved quickly to her feet and knees. Simultaneously
her tummy was quivering. Eventually the good feeling enveloped her whole
body.


"What's hap- hap- happening Mommyyyy," she screamed.


"Oh baby!" said her mother quickly before giving her girl's pucker another
lick. "You're..." Lick. "Gonna..." Lick. "Fucking..."
Lick. "Cummmmmmmm". Lick, lick, lick. "Just push it out baby, it's
heaven. It's God speaking to you! It's God telling you he loves you!" She
went back to licking furiously and brought her hand around Tess's thigh to
roughly frig her tiny, barely noticeable clit.


Tess's faced turned bright red. She pushed and groaned like she was taking
the shit of a lifetime. Her body convulsed, knees hopping up and down on
the floor. Her arms collapsed and her face hit the soft rug. Brianna
grabbed both hips to maintain full contact with that tiny fuck hole.


Tess's orgasm every so slowly subsided and she fell forward away from her
mother's invading tongue. Meanwhile, Brianna shoved her hips back and forth
on Ivan's giant tongue, her own orgasm building quickly. Tess, almost fully
recovered, though still visibly shaking, scooched herself under her mother
so the latter's big nipples rubbed against Tess's flat pink chest
buds. Their lips locked in a loving, highly sexual kiss, and Brianna's
tongue invaded her daughter's sucking mouth.


Ivan sensed her pending cum, and shoved his big thumb up her cunt. Her
daughter's sucking mouth and Ivan's digit in her twat pushed Brianna over
the edge. Her pussy started throbbing and she felt the juicy cum spurt from
her body all over her daughter's legs and pussy. Her body shook violently
and she fell to her side away from Tess's body. Like a child in
kindergarten imitating a worm, her body uncontrollably wobbled and
convulsed, literally all the way across the floor. It wasn't until she
ended up pressed against the fireplace, yards from anybody else in the
room, that her body finally started to settle. Tess got up and gingerly,
almost stumbling once, walked to her mom, who seemed to be somewhere on
another planet. Tess kneeled and just caressed her mom's shoulder, as
though she were recovering in the hospital.


For a long while, Mitch sat in awe at what he just saw. Shaking his head
like he was waking from a dream filled night, he said, "I... um, I think
maybe it's a break time for a break time, a break, um time. It's time for a
little break! Erin, could you bring us all some water, please? Erin?"


Erin was staring open mouthed at Brianna and Tess, mother and daughter,
embracing against the fireplace.


"Erin," repeated Mitch. "Erin? Erin? Um, Erin?"


====End of chapter 6 (part 1)====
Chapter 6 will be continued in the next installment.


Feedback, suggestions, and your experience with this story are all welcome
at moonchris6@gmail.com.


This chapter is dedicated to Linda and Thomas (not their real
names). Thanks for the inspiration, you two.


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story and the fantasies it inspires, especially the ones you wouldn't tell
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