“So?” she said.
I let my dazed, drugged out expression answer for me. I’d just been blown by a real life woman. She’d passed with flying cumshots. She pulled a wet pube from her mouth before speaking in a quite matter of fact like way.
“Dad’s usually in the garage around now, right?”
“I guess so. Why? You gonna tell on me?”
“Maybe,” she said with half a laugh.
Her eyes widened as if she’d suddenly thought of a brilliant idea.
“I could tell him about all the terrible things you made me do.”
Her tone playful, I relaxed. I watched her wiggle the hand that was buried down the front of her pants. The girl clearly enjoying herself, I lay back to stew in my own post nut bliss. I shuddered as her tongue flicked my slimy member. What a girl! She let out a cheeky giggle. Kissing my genitals goodbye, Michelle left me to clean up the best mess of my life.
***
It was suddenly making sense why back then she’d marched straight past the bathroom. She wasn’t the slightest bit worried about the specs of cum adorning her face. Probably got a kick out of it. But I couldn’t be too hard on myself. What guy would have been thinking straight in that situation? The wind of Michelle’s hand brought me back to The Banshee’s Mule.
“Hello. Anybody home?”
Snapping back to reality, dad passed over the drinks and squeezed in beside her. Good and tight.
“You guys trying to get me drunk?” She said, downing half her wine. She didn’t wait for an answer. “Good!”
We toasted the shot glasses, and knocked them back.
“Oh!” she said excitedly. “Wait till you two see this!”
Michelle raised her arm as she turned. She probably wasn’t even trying to display her slim waist and protruding breasts. But it’s what men’s eyes saw.
“Brian hates it!” she said with a wry smile.
Dad eventually pulled his gaze from her tits. He dragged fingers along the narrow outline of the tattoo that was an inch or two below her freshly shaved armpit. She giggled as a finger strayed into cushiony side boob. I studied the simple design.
“Very nice,” I said. “But why a…What is it? A triangle?”
Dad left a hand high on her leg and answered for her.
“Three. Three sides. Three points. It’s a very good number. Don’t you agree, son?”
“We should get out of here,” Michelle said.
I hoped no one was witnessing the borderline inappropriateness between father and daughter.
“Bottoms up. I ordered the taxi ten minutes ago,” he said.
“You heard him, bro. Bottoms up.”
What were we like? If the patrons of this pub only knew…
“Such gentlemen you are,” she remarked as she took our inviting hands.
Like two hungry lions stalking their prized gazelle, we followed her outside. The taxi driver wasn’t a local, thankfully, and unlikely to know any of us – or our acquaintances. Shadows hid the hands that teased our lumpy crotches. It had been so long since I felt her tongue. Making out in the back seat, I realised how much I’d missed my sister’s practiced mouth. From under his turban, the driver’s eyes reflected in the rear view mirror. Men’s hands each claimed a thigh. Even I found it a bit strange when Michelle gave her lips to our father. Impatient fingers had my fly half way down as we pulled up to my building. Looks like your seats are safe for now, Mr. taxi man. Like exited children, the other two climbed out – Michelle giggling irreverently all the while.
“Daddy, no!”
The driver frowned and glared at me. It was as if he was suddenly aware of the three sets of green eyes. Possibly to our similar facial bone structure. I gave him a generous tip and a five star rating. I followed dad as he caveman carried Michelle to the door. The taxi beeped us good luck.
“You must show me that nice car of yours in the morning, son” he said.
I wasn’t thinking about the morning. Not when the night promised so much.
***
The carpet warm and welcoming, Michelle decided to go barefoot. Her eyes lit up the same way most of my female visitors’ did. Impressing attractive women never got old.
“I’ll mix some drinks,” dad said as he headed into the kitchen. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
She bit her lip as she approached me. It usually took a bit of flirting before a woman would caress my crotch. But then, this was Michelle. I groaned as she stuffed a hand down my pants. I suppose she’d done her teasing back in the car. Talk about having someone in the palm of their hand, she had my cock in her palm in no time. Standing in the middle of the room, she smiled up at my grimacing face. I steadied myself with her shoulders as she jerked me against her body. Staining her dress with my fluid was a serious turn on.
“It’s nice to see you again, brother. Sit down,” she whispered.
The airy sofa puffed as I sat back. She kneeled down between my legs.
“My name is Michelle Walsh. I’m here to take the second test, teacher.”
“Huh?”
A warm globule of spit dousing my cockhead jogged my memory.
“Oh, I see. Does that mean you’re going to be a good girl and swallow this time?”
She tapped my knee and giggled.
“You’re funny, sir. But I’m not a good girl.”
My cock was hard in her stroking grasp. I lay back and sighed.
“Proceed.”
Ice jingled against glass as he walked. He came back just in time to see Michelle go down on my throbbing cock.
“Much appreciated,” I said, holding out my hand to take my drink.
“Enjoying ourselves are we?” he said sarcastically.
He took a sip from his whisky coke. Michelle didn’t slow her sucking for a second. Not even as her hand ran up her father’s legs. The pink, headband did a good job of holding back her hair. Like it was almost made for this exact purpose. I moaned and pumped her with precum. Dad started pulling large cushions from the sofa, and placing them on the glass table across the way. I didn’t know why. I didn’t really care. I groaned as saliva trickled down my shaft.
“Honey, you’re not gonna forget about your poor, old dad, are you?”
Her eyes met mine. Sucking lips cracked a smile.
“One moment, bro.”
Staying on her knees, she rose to the new cock dangling above her. Dad moaned as soft lips wrapped around him. A meaty hand rested on the familiar place that was the crown of her head. Nursing my drink, I had to settle for rhythm of her wrist. Not a terrible feeling.
I didn’t want to notice it, but I did. Though a shiny vein bulged between her sliding sucks, dad still wasn’t hard. I guess it took him a while to get going. Then there was the jungle that was his pubic hair. A total mess in comparison to my well-kept garden. Gazing up at the heavens, he couldn’t see my patronising smirk. It wasn’t long until Michelle’s mouth was back on me. I just hoped the stuff on her lips was saliva, and not…ugh! I was wrong if I thought him pulling up his pants was a sign he’d leave us alone.
A big arm slithered around her waist and pulled her off me. The fucking gall of this guy.
“Don’t worry, son. This way both of us get to have fun.”
He squeezed her breast. I frowned at his lack of class. Or maybe it was the way their wet tongues wrestled.
“The three of us, that is.”
He hoisted Michelle up onto the table. It wasn’t a big one. A three or four seater. By the time he was done positioning her, her legs hung over one end, her head almost over the other. As he stood between her smooth legs, he motioned for me to resume my previous activity. ‘Why, thank you very much, master.’ He pried lean legs open and looked down pleasure alley. Michelle giggled as white panties were dragged down over her heels.
“I was thinking,” dad said. “You and I should get one those tattoos to match your sister’s? Just as something nice for us all to have.”
“Oh, daddy! That’s so sweet!
Michelle beamed at me. Well, part of me.
“Bro? Now.”
I slid jeans and underwear all the way off, and went straight back to her mouth. I groaned as I eased myself inside. Not particularly a fan of tattoos, the old man’s idea intrigued me. It was only skin. What we had went deeper than that. Fat tits jiggled in her dress. I grabbed and squeezed them as she sucked. Her skin was pretty good though.
“I’m gonna make you feel real good, sweetheart.”
Dad pulled off his T-shirt to reveal his fat, hairy body. Then he laboured to his knees. Michelle gagged as my balls battered her chin. Big hands shifted her into place. Feeling the edges of teeth, I realised her other lover was hindering her blowjob technique.
“A nice young pussy,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “Reminds me of your mother!”
Michelle giggled. I winced. Dad’s head went down — for a grand total of five seconds.
“Wh….What the fuck!”
She spat my cock out from laughing so hard.
“MICHELLE!” he roared, frantically spitting and rubbing his mouth. Christ sake! You could have warned me!”
“I did tell you that I tucked Brian in before I left. Didn’t I?”
“I think dad was at the bar, sis.”
Dad gulped his icy drink and glared at me. Humiliation etched on his sour face made it hard for me to keep my composure.
“Right! That’s it! We’re switching!”
“What did I do?” I said in defence. I probably shouldn’t have been smiling.
“It’s okay, Alex. Go ahead and switch,” Michelle said.
My arousal didn’t even faze him as he all but shoulder barged me away from Michelle’s head. I hadn’t quite finished, but what was I going to do? Fight him for access to her mouth?
I was glad to get away from him as he reopened his belt. Despite Michelle’s surprise, he was all warmed up. It was weird seeing him fully erect. Still, good to know I’d outgrown the old man.
“Fair warning, bro. There’s a little bit of Brian down there. Not much though. He never leaves much.”
Incoherent sounds poured from her mouth as dad shoved himself inside. He was much rougher with her dress as he ignorantly popped a breast free. The one with the freckle.
I ran my hands over her knees and up smooth thighs. Removing my t-shirt, she gave an appreciative groan to my abs. She wasn’t doing a great job of pulling her dress up, so I enthusiastically assisted her. The harsh tearing sound turned her on even more. I walked between split legs as far as I could go. My hard cock pinned right up against her sex.
“Don’t worry about Brian, sis. I’ll use him as my lube.”
She was wet enough as it was, but I enjoyed getting another — what I took to be giggle — out of her. Holding my meat in position, I teased her slick cunt. Hearing cries of surrender, I lurched forward into the depths of her womanly warmth.
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