And Clint watched us in the rearview mirror, such a pleased grin on his face. We did this for him. Three women suffering for his pleasure. And that only made me hornier. Made me squirm between Alicia and Aunt Cheryl more and more.
“Drive faster, Clint,” I moaned. “I need you to lick this out of me. Oh, god, so badly.”
“Because you need to cum? Or because you can’t stand the cold?”
“Both,” I moaned, my pussy clenching. The Popsicle was in pieces now, melting faster and faster. My pussy spasmed. “Oh, my god. Please, Clint.”
“Yes, big brother,” moaned Alicia, tears falling down her cheeks, making her look so cute. I put an arm around her. “I need to cum so badly. Oh, please, please. I don’t get it. The cold has me so hot. It almost burns.”
“You’re just happy to submit to him,” Aunt Cheryl moaned. “That’s what makes you hot. Your body needs this, Alicia. You need him to make you do things you would never do on your own. You need to make him happy. It brings you such joy.”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Fuck, Clint.” I humped the air, the seatbelt fighting to keep me down. “Faster. Speed. Jesus, drive like you do when you play Grand Theft Auto.”
“Running over pedestrians on the sidewalk?” Clint asked. “Hitting every car in sight? That won’t get us there faster.”
My toes curled in my shoes. The last bit of the Popsicle melted. The last bit of ice gone, leaving a wet mess slowly heating up by my desires. I threw back my head, groaning again as the SUV turned onto our street.
And then we were in the driveway. Clint put the SUV into park. He turned off the ignition. He looked at us, squirming on the bench seat behind his. All of us moaning. Aunt Chery’s bleached-blonde tresses brushed my natural blonde locks.
“Clint,” I moaned. “Don’t just watch us. Please, please, lick us. Eat your desserts.”
“Please. Mommy needs her big, strong son to eat her out first.”
“I need it, big brother.”
I tightened my arm on Alicia. “Look at her, Clint. She needs it badly.”
“So I should eat her cunt out first?” Clint asked, staring at our little sister with hungry eyes.
“Yes!” I trembled, squirming more, ripping off my seatbelt.
“You choose, Sir.” Aunt Cheryl squeezed her large breasts stretching out her conservative dress.
Clint moved into the back, climbing over the central console with athletic ease. There was enough room for him to kneel before he scooted to Alicia and pushed up her skirt. Her pink panties were a red mess, the juices soaked through the crotch and reaching up to her waistband. More juices coated her thighs with smears of red. The scent of artificial cherry and fresh pussy filled my nose.
“Damn, that looks good,” Clint groaned. “What do you say, Princess?”
“P-please eat the cherry delight I made for you, big brother,” she moaned, her back arching. “Please.”
Clint yanked down her panties. The juices matted her brown hair. Bits of still melting slush clung to her tight pussy lower lip. Clint leaned down and licked, moaning in delight as he lapped at her vulva. I squirmed, pressing my thighs together as he cleaned her up.
His tongue probed into her pussy, diving deep. He swirled it around, his fingers spreading her open. Then he sealed her mouth on her hole and sucked. Alicia gasped, her hips bucking and rising from the the seat.
“Big brother,” she moaned, her head tossing, glasses slipping on her face.
My pussy clenched in sympathy I wanted that very same treatment. I wanted to have my pussy licked out. I bit my lips, my sex still numb, still needing to be touched and played with. I clenched my fists as Alicia gasped and shuddered.
She humped her pussy against his face. Her hands found her nipples through her cute top, pinching and rolling them. Her lip quivered. She was rushing towards her orgasm. I couldn’t believe how fast it was coming on her.
“Big brother,” she screamed out, her thighs clamped about his head.
“Cum on his mouth, cupcake,” I moaned, biting my lip.
“Oh, you’re so beautiful, sweetie,” Aunt Cheryl groaned.
“Thanks, Mommy,” howled Alicia, the SUV rocking as her small body thrashed. “Big brother! Yes! I love you! Thank you!” She slumped in her seat, gasping for breath, her face flushed.
“That was hot,” I groaned. “Cupcake, you were so sexy.”
“Uh-huh,” Clint said, his lips smeared with red-dyed pussy juices. He cupped Alicia’s face as he leaned up and planted a hot kiss on her lips. She shuddered, eyes fluttering closed, her body trembling. She got almost as much pleasure from the kiss as the pussy licking.
And then Clint released her and glanced at me. “Let’s see what grape delight tastes like.”
“Yes,” I hissed, unsnapping my jeans. I lifted my ass off the seat and pushed jeans and sodden panties down in one go as Clint scooted sideways on his knees before me. “Eat me. I need it. God, this was so fucking hot. I’m numb and aching to cum.”
Clint yanked my jeans and panties down to my ankles and spread me apart. The grape juices leaked out of my pussy. We were ruining the upholstery, and I didn’t care. I clenched my numb sheath, trying to hold in his treat as he nuzzled forward to my shaved lips.
And then he licked.
His tongue caressed my shaved vulva. It was so hot against my cold flesh, almost burning. I spasmed from the intensity. It was such a contrast. He licked again, this time up to my clit before diving into my cold folds, gathering the grape-infused pussy juices. He groaned while I shuddered.
“Clint,” I moaned as he licked again. And again.
My numb flesh came alive beneath his tongue. The shock of shooting sensation made me thrash and shuddered. My head leaned back on the seat as his tongue thrust into the depths of my pussy, caressing my frozen fresh, returning warmth to my cunt while sucking out the liquid sloshing inside of me. It poured into his mouth. I could hear him swallow.
“Yes, yes, enjoy your dessert,” I moaned, humping into his face. My clit throbbed. The pleasure swelled through me.
My pussy felt like I was overstimulated, drinking in far more pleasure than I normally would from being licked and touched. The jolts made my body thrash. My head tossed back and forth, Alicia and Aunt Cheryl smiling at me.
“Cum on his face, big sister.” Alicia snuggled closer, lips stained red from Clint’s kiss.
“I will, Cupcake,” I moaned. Her hand touched my thigh, stroking me while Clint’s tongue reamed into the depths of my pussy. He swirled it around in me. Making me shudder and gasp. I fucked my cunt against his tongue, the pressure building in my depths. Every stroke of his tongue made me shudder. “Oh, yes, I will.”
“Do it,” Aunt Cheryl moaned, her hand cupping my breast through my tank top. She pinched my nipple. “Cum.”
I bucked and shuddered. This was so wonderful. I couldn’t wait until Zoey, my mom, and even bratty Lee were all Clint’s. An orgy of the family, all serving the man of the house, loving him and each other, doing all the nasty things he wanted us to do.
Making me parade naked through the school, showing off my body to everyone, all the guys staring at my flesh with lust, wishing they owned me. My cheeks red with the humiliation as all the girls whispered, “Slut.”
My thighs clamped about Clint’s mouth. I came.
My aching pussy spasmed, forcing the grape juices deep in my cunt into Clint’s hungry mouth. He drank the flood of sweet pussy cream and grape juice as I bucked, The pleasure rushed through my mind. I embraced it, loved it. Clint gave me this pleasure. This treat. This experience. He gave it to me because I trusted him. I submitted to him.
His dark eyes looked up at me from between my thighs. I felt the commanding love. I stared back at him and moaned, “Yours!”
It was the most loving thing I could say to him.
Clint rose as my body shuddered, the ripples of pleasure growing softer, lapping at my mind instead of crashing into it. He cupped my cheek and leaned in. “I love you, slut.”
“Love you, asshole,” I breathed. My arms went around him, pulling him tight. He kissed me so hard. The world faded around me in that moment as my brother, master, and boyfriend loved me. His tongue danced with mine. I savored the grape flavor of my pussy.
And then he broke the kiss, his forehead resting on mine. “I’m going to spank you tonight for being such a smart mouth.”
“Good,” I moaned. “Don’t let me get away with it. Then you really would be an asshole.”
He kissed me one more time and then slid down to his mother.
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Clint Elliston
“What have you got for me, Mommy-slut?” I asked as I pushed up her skirt. Her panties were soaked orange. The tart, citrus aroma mixed with her spicy cunt. I licked my lips, hungry for one more dessert. Cherry and grape were wonderful. I hoped orange was just as good.
“Mommy whipped up an orange jubilee,” she moaned, her fingers hooking her panties’ waistband. “Just for her big, strong son.”
I loved hearing her say those words. My mother was my slut. She would do anything I told her.
“Pull them down so I can feast.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Mom’s trimmed, black bush—her true hair color, the blonde coming from a bottle—was a mess of orange slush. Her thick pussy lips were coated in it. I groaned, leaning in and licking at the orange, savoring the tart flavor. I licked harder, diving into her pussy folds, finding the spicy musk mixed with her tart passion.
I sealed my mouth on her pussy, sucking so hard. She groaned, gasping and shuddering as I drew out the orange-infused cunt cream. It poured into my mouth. I gulped it down, my hands seizing her ass, gripping it. Her large breasts jiggled in her dress.
My mom was a MILF.
My cock ached so hard in my jeans. It took all my self-control not to fuck any one of my women. But I was strong. I was in control. I would give my women the pleasure they needed. The dominance they all craved. I could see it in their eyes. It made them happy when I took charge. It was a gift they gave me.
And one I couldn’t abuse by being a selfish asshole. If I made them happy, they would make me happy. It was a two-way exchange.
“Oh, yes, my big, strong son is eating Mommy’s pussy,” she moaned, her eyes squeezing shut. “Eat every drop. Mommy needs to feed her son.”
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