“Oh my God! So Jordan’s really my half-sister?”
“Actually, it’s a little more complicated than that. She’s your niece, and also your half-sister. But she doesn’t know anything about the half-sister part, because she still assumes that Carl is her father. And for all intents and purposes, he is. And things are gonna stay that way, if I have anything to do with it. It would really fuck Jordan up mentally to find out that her grandfather is really her biological father.”
“I agree with you, Sis. You shouldn’t ever tell her. So what happened between you and Dad, once he found out that you were pregnant?”
“He was shocked. Just like I was. But Dad still kept on fucking me, just about every night. The big difference was that he stopped pulling out of me at the last minute, and started letting himself go ahead and cum inside me. And God, I loved that! I had no idea what I had been missing out on. To this day, I always insist on my man cumming inside me. The last thing I want in my pussy is one of those stupid condoms, or a diaphragm.”
“Here, here! You’re preachin’ to the choir now, Sister,” Cindy said, trying her best to lighten up the mood a little bit.
“Well, Sis. What’re you waitin’ for? Undo my pants, reach down inside my panties, and start playin’ with my pussy. That’s what you’ve been wantin’, isn’t it?”
Cindy didn’t say a word. She just reached across, quickly undid Sally’s pants and pulled them down–right along with her panties–to expose her younger sister’s shaved-bare pussy mound. And Cindy began diddling away at Sally’s clit and her inner pussy parts, just like Sally was already doing to her pussy.
And then, while they were busy adeptly masturbating each other, they passionately French-kissed for a little while, before shedding the rest of their clothing. And they finally ended up making love on the carpeted living room floor.
At first, the two sisters took turns licking and sucking each other’s breasts, and then later moved on to eating each other’s pussies. But eventually, they decided to ‘get down to business’, and they began rubbing their bare pussies together, while they were both reveling in their lesbian-style substitute for sexual intercourse.
Sally was so busy scissoring with her older sister, that neither woman noticed it, when there was a sound of keys being softly jingled against the lock of the apartment’s front door. And then a person walked right into the living room, totally unannounced.
“Carl?” Sally said in an overly-loud voice, as her pelvic thrusting came to an abrupt halt.
“Oh shit!” was all that Cindy could say under her breath, in response to Sally’s vocal warning.
* * * * *
Okay, okay. Enough third-person narrative. This is Carl. And it’s time to abruptly shift viewpoints from third person to first person, because this is where my part in this little sordid tale continues…
“Yeah, it’s me,” I announced to Sally and Cindy.
“How did you get in here?” Sally asked frantically.
“Jerry gave me a key to his apartment,” I said, lying to Sally. Cindy was the one who had actually given the key to me.
“So what are you doin’ here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Sally asked, still obviously very upset by my mere presence in the room.
“It’s my lunch break right now. And I decided that I wanted to come over to visit with Jerry for a few minutes,” I explained to Sally, once again lying to her face. My real reason for coming by Jerry’s apartment, was that I was hoping to have a lunchtime “quickie” with Cindy. “So what are you guys doing anyway?”
“What does it look like we’re doing, Carl?” Sally sarcastically asked back, as she slowly resumed her humping of Cindy’s vulva.
“Tribbing.”
“Yes, Carl. Cindy and I are tribbing. So what are you gonna do about it?” Sally asked, as she quickly increased the speed of her pussy-to-pussy humping.
“Watch. Hopefully. That is, if you two guys don’t mind. I’ll just sit over here and quietly masturbate,” I stated, heading straight for an easy chair in the room, plopping myself down into it, and pulling my dick out of my pants.
“You see?” Sally said to Cindy, while she kept energetically humping away at Cindy’s pussy, “What did I tell you? Carl really is a cuckold. And he gets off on this kind of shit. So let’s put on a really nice show for him. What do ya say?”
By this point, Sally was humping away at Cindy’s pussy, as fast as she could.
“I don’t have to…’put on a show’, Sis….And that’s ‘cuz…you’re makin’ me…cum right now!” Cindy admitted, panting so hard that she was only barely able to get out short phrases, between her labored breaths. Then she closed her eyes, to ride out her orgasmic wave.
“That’s it, Baby,” Sally, who was also panting pretty hard, coaxed Cindy, using short phrases between pants, as she was relentlessly slamming her vulva up against Cindy’s. “Let it all out…I know you need it…just as much as I do…This one’s for you, Baby Girl!…Oh fuck yeeeees!” And Sally came hard, squirting all over Cindy’s pussy, looking like she was peeing on it, in short repetitive bursts.
Cindy couldn’t help but let out several loud squeals of pure excitement, when she felt her little sister’s warm sexual wetness coating her whole pussy mound. This had turned out better than anything that Cindy could have ever imagined happening between her and her sister.
“So, did that turn you on, Carl?” Sally asked, when she finally came back down to earth, and looked over at me. I was still sitting in the easy chair. But now I was naked from the waist down, and actively jacking myself off, hand-pumping up and down on the shaft of my blood-engorged penis, in a steady and deliberate manner.
“You bet it did!” I admitted to Sally, and then asked, “But what would your best friend, Linda, think about this little ‘show’ you guys just put on for me?”
“Carl, you wouldn’t!” Sally said.
“Oh, come on, Sally. You know me better than that. My discretion is going to cost you something. Either that, or I’ll give Linda a call right now,” I said, letting go of my dick, and then fumbling around to get to the cell phone that was in the back pocket of my pants, which were lying in a crumpled-up pile beside the easy chair.
“God damn it, Carl! Put that fucking phone down already! I’ll do whatever you want me to. Just promise me that you’ll never tell Linda about any of this. She won’t understand.”
“Sally, it’s very obvious to me that you haven’t been letting me have sex with you lately. But right now, you’re gonna let me fuck you. And if you do that, I promise you that I won’t tell Linda about what I witnessed here today.”
“Let me get this straight,” Sally said. “You want to fuck me right now, in front of my older sister?”
“Yes. That’s exactly what I want to do.”
“Well, what are you waitin’ for. Let’s do it!” Sally said to me, and as she was getting up off of Cindy’s soaked pelvis, she added, “But I don’t want you to just fuck me in a plain, old, boring missionary position. I really want you to ‘do me’ doggie-style, and treat me like your little bitch, just like you did that night in the hotel room. Is that cool with you?”
“You bet!” I enthusiastically agreed, and then quickly moved in behind Sally, who was still down on the floor. But now she on all fours, with her butt now up in the air, assuming the classic doggie-style position.
Then Sally added another condition to our “verbal sex agreement” when she demanded, “And you’re gonna have to let me eat Cindy’s sexy pussy, while you’re dicking me from behind. It’s the least I can do for her, while you’re busy getting your rocks off inside me. Deal?”
“Deal,” I answered again, as I was rubbing my dick-head up and down along Sally’s wet pussy crack, and preparing to penetrate her baby-making hole, so that I could start thrusting away at it, in my quest to build up to an orgasm.
Meanwhile, Sally just kept licking and sucking on Cindy’s wet pussy mound, until she sensed that I was just about to cum inside her. She had been married to me so long, that she could inevitably tell when I was on the verge of ejaculating during intercourse. Sally claimed that there was always a noticeable change in my penis-thrusting–automatically accompanied by a drastic increase in the size and firmness of my dick-head–right before I started to orgasm.
When Sally felt that change take place inside her vagina, she lifted her head up out of Cindy’s bare crotch, and told me, very matter-of-factly, “I just want you know that Rico actually got me pregnant in that hotel room last month. And it happened that very first time, while he was fucking me from behind, just like you are right now. And I’m in love him, Carl. I wanna marry him!”
“Oh shit! God damn it! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuck!” I yelled out, as my sperm was squirting out deep inside of Sally’s vagina. And I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this would be the very last time that my penis would ever get to enter into my wife’s vagina. I just knew that our marriage was over for good. And I wondered where else I was going to find a woman who would do the sexual stuff that Sally did, as far as the cuckolding, and the pissing, and so on.
When I pulled out of Sally, I felt truly rejected in every way. And very upset too, as I was just staring at her butt, and at the sperm that was now oozing out of her vagina, and falling down onto the living room floor.
Without any warning, I hauled off and gave Sally a single, open-palmed slap on her butt; one that was so forceful, that it left a red impression on her right butt-cheek for several minutes, and made Sally scream out in both pain and surprise.
Throughout our entire marriage, I had never slapped Sally before. Nor had I ever laid a hand on her. Violent behavior towards women just wasn’t my thing. And that’s what caught Sally totally off-guard.
“What the fuck did you do that for?” Sally demanded.
“I did that because you let yourself get knocked up by a fucking stranger! That’s why. And if it’s okay for Rico to slap your butt, then it should be okay for me too.”
“Hey, that’s no fair. It was all your fault, you know?”
“No, it wasn’t. And you know it. I only asked you to fuck other men in front of me. Not to get impregnated by them. You’re the one who decided that it was a ‘smart thing’ to quit taking your birth control pills several months ago, so that there would be absolutely nothing to keep you from getting pregnant. And you’re the one who intentionally timed our special week at the hotel, so that it would take place during your unsafe days. During the very time when you knew that you would be ovulating. You have only yourself to blame, Sally Camden, for this fucking mess that you’ve gotten yourself into. And I really feel sorry for you. I just hope you’re happy with a low-life, Hispanic guy who’s at least ten years younger than you.”
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