Through the haze of my euphoria, I connect eyes with the emerald gaze of Eleanor. She watches us intently; her irises staring from the tops of her whites as her mouth works hedonistically upon the moaning blonde beneath her. Eleanor’s pale, voluptuous complexion is completely bare, save for the skirt that’s hiked past her hips, and clinging to the bulging globes of her backside. Audrie writhes beneath her; her tan complexion contrasting Eleanor’s paleness, her mouth occupied with my son, her composure obviously subservient to the masterful redhead working her into a frenzy. I reach back and spread my cheeks around my daughter’s face, enveloping her in the warmth of my supple flesh, feeling her tongue push its way ever further inside me. I lick my lips through my moans, and beckon the redhead to me with come-hither eyes. Eleanor smiles around her perverse feast, and trails a suggestive finger along the length of Audrie’s twitching taint, raising an inquisitive eyebrow as her finger moves back and forth, tortuously teasing the poor woman. I smile and nod; I haven’t been formally introduced to Audrie yet, and I would just love to make her acquaintance.
Part Three: A family Reunion
AUDRIE
I quite like Eleanor. Maybe it’s because she’s clearly the ringleader of this debauched group, or maybe it’s because her tongue is working wonders inside me. I taste the residual flavor of my ass on Tom’s cock as I take him, feeling him growing harder with each gentle pass of my lips. I smile around my lustful consumption as I hear him groan in satisfaction, and I moan in turn as Eleanor’s red lips puff around my dripping, engorged petals, and her fingers trace fire along the sensitive space between my holes. For now, the three of us are content with just foreplay. We watched for a while as Bradley fell to the temptation of his daughter, and then we engaged in a little fun of our own, but not too far; we were saving ourselves for the inevitable main event.
Eleanor parts from her kiss in a satisfied smack, leaving a sheen of her saliva and my nectar coating my reddened labia. Despite her age, it’s obvious that Eleanor has a lot of experience. I murmur a reluctant tone as she leaves me vacant and unsatisfied, sliding her soft, curving body slowly up mine until our eyes are inches apart.
“I think,” she smiles as she pulls Tom from my sucking lips, “Sierra wants us to come over.”
I glance over my shoulder, and see the beautiful thirty-five year old woman gyrating on her daughter’s face. Were this a normal family reunion, I’d be more than a little intimidated by the woman. Her deep, blue eyes, pointed nose, strong, cut jawline, and curly, waving auburn hair make her gorgeous, and the body that stretches beneath her is almost exaggerated in its curves. I’m not modest; I know I’m beautiful, but my beauty is the blonde-bombshell, fleeting beauty of youth, while hers is a graceful, lasting beauty, the kind that doesn’t fade with age, but simply changes to something else. I must admit, I’m a little jealous of her, but it’s hard to feel animosity toward a woman smiling so warmly, so… motherly, toward me. There’s not a hint of malice in her regard, only a welcoming, endearing glow to her beckoning smile. So, I smile back, take Eleanor by the hand (and Tom by something else), and join the family reunion.
“Hey, Honey,” I smirk at Bradley as we near them, “glad to see you’re getting along with Laurie; I was worried there’d be bad blood between you two.”
“Oh, we had our troubles,” Bradley grins back, smacking Laurie on the ass, causing a muffled squeal to permeate from her mouth as she eats her mother’s ass, “but we worked it out in the end.”
“I believe,” I say, smiling coyly to Tom, “that Laurie had a very specific request for you two.”
“Ah, yes,” Tom says, reaching forward and placing a hand on his mother’s inner thigh, compelling her to slide backward to reveal the disheveled, ruined face of his sister beneath, “some quality time with the men of the house, if I remember correctly.”
“Is that true, Sweetie?” Sierra smiles down at the teenager between her legs.
“Yes, Mommy.” Laurie grins back, her lips coated in a sheen of her mother’s lust.
“You always were such a tom-boy,” Sierra laughs endearingly, tousling the disheveled curls beneath her, “always playing rough with the boys when you should have been playing with dolls.”
“It was my lack of a proper father-figure,” Laurie giggles, looking at Bradley as he pushes his way inside her, “I craved male attention anywhere I could find it.”
“Alright!” Bradley yells, dragging Laurie from beneath his ex-wife, pulling her up by the hips, and then spinning them on the couch so that she’s straddled across him, her nubile, lean body pressing to his torso, “I’ve had enough of this guilt-tripping bullshit from you, young lady! Tom, let’s give your sister the male-bonding she so desperately wants.”
Laurie lets out a near-maniacal laugh, bites her lower lip, and spreads herself for her brother. Bradley halts his thrusts for just a second as Tom lines up his shot, and pushes himself inside. Laurie’s rim stretches to a pink, taught circle, her taint pulls to a length of indented flesh, her pussy visibly clenches, and her demeanor shifts violently. Her back wrenches in a curve that deepens with the depth of her anal and vaginal penetration, her abs strain to accommodate the fullness of her depravity, her neck tenses in lines of tendons, and her mouth screams. A hoarse, pained shriek of pure satisfaction flows from her gaping lips, and her eyes bulge as she realizes she did not know what she was getting herself into. Bradley and Tom thrust in unison; driving harder and harder into the poor girl, forcing her rigid, tensed body up between them as she loses control of herself.
“That girl,” Sierra murmurs over my shoulder, “is always biting off more than she can chew.”
“She’s such a masochist,” Eleanor chuckles beside me, “pretty soon we’ll be getting whips and chains for her birthday.”
“Maybe,” Sierra responds, “but if I’m being honest, I’m a little worried about her impudent streak.”
“Oh?” Eleanor laughs, “You don’t like that she’s becoming an independent, young woman?”
“I think she’s testing herself,” Sierra says, “I think she throws herself into situations she can’t handle, just to see how far she can go before she loses it.”
“And this worries you?” Eleanor asks.
“She’s ambitious,” Sierra says, “always trying to be the best, whether it be gymnastics, grades, or boyfriends. Now that she is… the way she is, I’m afraid she’ll try the same thing with the family. Masochism might be her thing now, but she’s really just putting herself through a trial-by-fire until she gets the experience and confidence she needs.”
“To what? Usurp you?” Eleanor laughs, “Sierra Baker, are you sexually threatened by your own daughter?”
“A little,” Sierra smiles bashfully, “does that make me a bad mother?”
“I think you should embrace it,” I say, turning my attention from the screaming teenager sandwiched between her brother and father, and looking back to the women conversing behind me, “you should be proud of the way she flourishes.”
I feel immediately foolish for saying it. It’s not my place to give parental advice, especially since I’m the step-mother. I feel my face flush with embarrassment, and an apology form on my lips, but Sierra just laughs conciliatorily and nods.
“I suppose you’re right, Audrie,” she says, “I guess I should welcome the day my daughter makes me her bitch.”
“I didn’t-”
“No, really,” she smiles her warm, motherly smile, and takes me by the hand, “you’re right.”
Sierra pulls me close to her, spreading her thick legs and guiding me to stand between them. She assesses me with a thoughtful expression; running her eyes from my face, to my breasts, and then lower.
“God, you’re pretty,” Sierra mumbles, “I can see why Bradley was so enamored with you.”
“No, you’re the beautiful one,” I say, drinking in her body, admiring every elegant curve of her form, “I don’t know how he could ever leave you. I’m just a young piece, but you’re… I’m like Cameron Diaz in the 90s, and you’re like Cate Blanchett.”
“You’re a sweet heart,” Sierra laughs, her hands sliding up my arms, over my shoulders, and then tracing down my sides, “I hope my children weren’t too hard on you; they can be a rambunctious duo.”
“That’s an interesting way to put it,” I chuckle, feeling my body bend closer to Sierra as she caresses me lower and lower, “I’ll admit, they were a bit more than I could handle.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Sierra smiles, lowering her face as her fingers trail down my spine, “I hope I can make it up to you; it’s hard to find a good babysitter for them.”
“Hmm, I don’t know, Sierra,” I chuckle, indulgently lacing my fingers into her luxurious locks as her face lowers to my abdomen, “I think I’ll need to raise my rates if you want to keep my services.”
“I’m sure I we’ll find some way to accommodate you,” Sierra says, her voice low and seductive, her blue eyes smiling at me as her lips hover over my navel, “you’re practically part of the family.”
“What can we do to keep you around?” Eleanor asks, her curvaceous, soft form pressing against me from behind, her arms gently embracing me below the breasts.
“Hmm,” I smile deviously, keeping one hand on Sierra’s head as I reach back and entangle the other in Eleanor’s crimson strands, “there is one thing you could do.”
“And what’s that?” Sierra whispers, her blue eyes sparkling, her hands resting on the supple flesh of my backside.
“Laurie made a little promise to me before you came,” I grin, glancing over at the screaming teenager being brutally taken beside us, “she said that I could have a turn spending… quality time with Bradley and Tom, when she was done.”
“Is that so?” Eleanor laughs, her voice a raspy fry in my ear as she cups my breasts, “How thoughtful of her.”
“I think we’d all like a chance to spend quality time with those two,” Sierra says, her lips gently tracing their way down my torso, her hands slowly spreading me open from behind, “but it would be foolish to jump on that ride without a little preparation, wouldn’t you say?”
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