That Saturday, I kept busy most of the day cutting grass and trimming the yard. Mom had left just before lunch. Around 4 or so, Ray showed up with some problems with his truck’s engine. I had packed a bag for looks, even though I’d planned spending the night in the attic. I made sure to tell Rick to cover for me if Dad would ask or call, which he never did anyway.
I pretended to leave around 5:30 and left with my backpack. I hadn’t gotten very far when Dad and Ray roared by in Dad’s truck and honked. This meant they were going to town for parts for Ray’s truck. They were probably also going to stop at the tavern for a few drinks as well. I waived as they drove by. Just as soon as they were out of sight, I doubled back to the house. Shelly was still in the kitchen doing the dinner dishes.
“They gone?” she asked.
“Yes, it looked like they were headed to the auto parts store,” I said.
“More likely the bar and a video store,” Shelly laughed.
Shelly said that Dad had been pawing all over her just before he and Ray had left. He’d come up behind her and groped her ass, saying he hoped she was ready for a little “partying” later.
This was when it really started to hit me that this might just be for real. I had just been going along with Shelly up until now, kinda thinking it was just a tease.
“Swear truth,” said Shelly, raising one arm up in an oath style. She just stood there, dish towel in hand, grinning at me.
Shelly had been wearing an especially short, tight pair of faded cut-offs, which she knew Ray and Dad had been “eyeballing” all evening.
Suddenly, I felt weak. I wasn’t sure what to make of all this. I asked my sister if she was okay with taking on two grown adult men. She reached out, trying to snap the towel at my butt.
“You’d better get a good seat for this one,” she laughed. “I’ll be one busy girl tonight.”
I hung around until around 8:00 before heading outside. The road to our house was long, and any car coming from town had to turn off the main road almost half a mile away. I sat outside on the porch talking with Shelly until I saw the lights from Dad’s truck on the main road.
I felt somewhat scared for some reason, and I don’t know why. I leaned over and gave Shelly a shy kiss on the cheek. She smelled so good and clean.
I bolted for the garage and made my way into the attic above. I had just reached my spot and was settling in when I heard the truck doors slam out front.
I could tell Dad had been drinking by the loudness of his voice. Ray was still with him, and I heard the screen door slam as the two entered the kitchen.
The view of the living room from the ceiling fan wasn’t complete, but I could see most of the couch. Shelly had said most of the time they stayed in the living room, so earlier I added another board to my spot in the attic, just in case. I heard Shelly in the living room below. I couldn’t see the TV from my spot because it was against a side wall.
Dad was popping beers and laughing loudly about something that happened at the bar. Shelly must have been over at the TV, loading a tape into the VCR. Ray walked right under me going into the bathroom to piss.
Shelly sat down next to Dad on the couch and was fiddling with the remote control. I could hear some cheesy music start playing, and about then Ray flushed the toilet.
After Ray walked by, I could see Shelly already sitting real close to Dad. Her hands were near his lap. Ray sat down on the other side of her and patted her leg. It wasn’t long, and I could tell Dad was getting aroused. He told Shelly to remove her top.
Without a bit of hesitation Shelly leaned forward and snaked her tight-fitting shirt right over her head. Her pure white bra stuck out against the tanned skin of her shoulders. Ray couldn’t wait and had put his hand on her right boob squeezing at it through the bra. She fumbled in the back for the catch. Her bra slackened, and she lifted it over her shoulders. Shelly’s tits poked straight out as she shook out her hair.
“No sag here,” joked Dad, as he cupped one of her breasts and lifted it up and down.
Shelly wasted no time digging out their “hard-ons.” Like an expert, she ringed her fingers around each one and started a slow, steady stroking. Dad leaned back and undid his shirt and belt. Ray was quiet now, not knowing what to watch—Shelly or the TV screen.
After about five minutes or so, Dad reached over around the back of Shelly’s head possessively, pulling her head into his lap. She let go of her grip on Ray’s dick, and nestled her head against Dad’s belly. She started to suck his dick into her mouth, then paused to reposition herself sideways across the couch.
Shelly’s ass was now angled up on Ray’s lap, and her head rested on Dad’s belly. She had grabbed a hold of Dad’s cock again and kept just the tip held between her lips. With her free hand, she cupped his ball sack and began a gentle massage.
Ray’s hands were now roaming all over Shelly’s hips and butt. Finally, he lifted her ass onto his lap. His dick was still sticking out of his fly, and he started rubbing it back and forth against the tightly stretched denim of her shorts. After a couple minutes or so of this, he tried reaching in front, trying to unsnap her shorts.
Her shorts were too tight or something. Frustrated, he scooted away and got up to get around in front of her. He knelt on the floor and tugged at her zipper releasing some of the stretch in the material. Shelly rolled onto her back to let him have his way. She started to help him remove her shorts, but Ray seemed to want to do this for himself.
Finally getting them loose, Ray peeled the shorts to her knees, and reached back up to slide her panties down also. Dad was watching all this and seemed to enjoy Ray’s lust. Finally, Ray was able to slip both shorts and underwear off her skinny legs.
Without hesitation, asking, or anything Ray just buried his face right into Shelly’s crotch and started lapping away her pussy. Shelly had gone back to suckling at Dad’s pecker, and she unashamedly splayed open her legs, giving Ray plenty of access to continue.
Ray must have started getting to her, because she stopped sucking on Dad and rolled flat on her back. She had her eyes closed and her head resting on Dad’s thigh. She was sorta biting down on her lower lip. Dad grabbed his own dick and kept stroking as he watched Ray.
The TV was facing away from where I was positioned, so I could not really see anything on the screen, but the flickering screen caused a strobe-like effect on the entire room.
Ray had been working on Shelly for quite some time. She kept shifting her hips to give him a different angle. Shelly once told me she had her best orgasms with Ray. Dad was usually too horny to take the time. Shelly’s hands cradled Ray’s head, and she was holding him steady. At one point, she began urgently thrusting her hips at him.
I remember being struck by this. I had never really seen her aggressively stimulating herself. I guess I was just realizing that she was actually getting pleasure out of all this also.
Dad must have watched enough, and he motioned for Shelly to get up. Shelly reluctantly got up and stood in front of the couch. Dad grabbed her around the hips, turning her away from him. He spread his knees and pulled her back, trying to get her to sit down on his cock. Shelly was facing down the hallway, looking in my direction. I could swear she was glancing up to see if she could spot me.
With Dad’s hands guiding her hips, he steered her back directly onto his waiting pecker. Shelly reached between her legs, spreading herself some to get it started. She rolled her hips a little and slowly sank down in his lap.
Ray had gotten up and was now excitedly taking off his clothes. He came around in front of Shelly, blocking my view. I couldn’t see exactly what Shelly was doing now, but Ray’s butt cheeks started flexing as he stood there. I was kind of shocked for some reason, because I knew she was giving him a suck job.
I had seen her on Dad multiple times, but I was just sort of surprised to see her taking another guy’s cock so willingly. Her hands came around and grabbed onto his hips. She was now controlling his strokes. The only parts of Shelly I could see were her knees and feet spread out on either side of Ray. Ray must have clearly been enjoying this because they went on like this for a long time.
After a while, Dad motioned for her to get up. Ray finally backed away so I could now see her again. Shelly was wiping at her mouth. Her lips were all wet, and her face flushed pink. Ray’s dick was jutting out and all shiny and red. It was stiffly swinging around as he reluctantly stepped away. Dad lifted her up off him, and stood up.
I couldn’t see the TV from where I was, but I got the impression that they were trying to imitate whatever they were seeing on the screen. Ray stood behind Shelly as Dad got up and started undressing completely. When he was naked, he told Ray to lift Shelly.
Ray pulled her backwards against his chest and, reaching down, lifted her from under her butt. Ray held her about a foot off the floor. Shelly was a thin girl and probably didn’t weigh much over 90 lbs. Ray’s grip on her caused her legs to spread, which is what Dad probably intended to have happen.
Shelly and Ray were sideways to me in front of the couch. Dad grabbed his dick and squatted as he approached her. He hunted for just a couple seconds before finding a good angle. He guided his dick in her and then grabbed her by the thighs himself. He gave an upward thrust, completely burying his cock inside of her.
Shelly just leaned toward him and hugged his neck. Dad then held her in this position as Ray backed up just enough to bring his dick up to rest in the crack of her butt.
Dad and Ray were continuously looking over to the TV screen, and I was now certain they were acting out what they were seeing.
I didn’t know if Ray was really going to try to shove it into her or anything; in fact, Shelly told me later that Dad wasn’t really keen on letting Ray pork her just yet. Maybe he was worried about Ray getting her pregnant or something. Anyway, Ray seemed more than happy, just to be rubbing against her butt like this.
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