Well, That Backfired Ch. 04

Bradley releases Laurie from her captive kiss, and a torrent of moans flow from her whorish lips. Such a submissive lover she's become. I saunter over to her, and run an affectionate hand through her curly hair as she sobs sweet ecstasy and writhes to the rhythm of her father's thrusts.

"Would you care to share?" I ask Bradley with a raised eyebrow. I run my fingers down Laurie's wet cheek, and smirk as she willingly takes my thumb between her luscious lips, "It wouldn't be right to make her play favorites between her parents."

"You're a twisted cunt, Sierra." Bradley grunts, still thrusting into his daughter.

"Is that a 'yes?'" I smile, not flinching at the venom in his words. Bradley gives me a cold stare, then warms his expression. He can hardly deny the situation he's in, and by the hunger in his eyes, I don't think he's even trying anymore.

"She's been such a naughty girl," Bradley grins, "I think she needs to be punished."

"Is that so?" I smile down at Laurie, and giggle at her fervent nod of approval, "Well, well, well; what kind of punishment is befitting for such a naughty little girl?"

"I think we need to take drastic measures," Bradley laughs, "seducing your own father is an egregious offence."

"Such a nasty girl," I crinkle my nose and smirk down at Laurie, pulling my thumb from her sucking lips and tracing their pale outline, "I know just the thing."

Bradley drops his supporting hand and lets Laurie fall backward onto the couch. I give my daughter a final smirk as I raise my leg over her face, and catch a glimpse of her licking her lips before I sit. Her nose presses into the soft length of my taint, and her mouth breathes its anticipatory heat into the cloth of my thong. Bradley kneels onto the cushion across from me, his pelvis still connecting violently with that of his daughters. I trace my fingers teasingly along the space between my daughter's jiggling breasts as I feel her mouth working beneath me, hunting for the sweet spot between my legs. Her hands slide alongside her chin, still visible between my trembling thighs, and guide me to separate as her tongue slides my thong to the side. She pushes inside me, and I murmur a soft tone of release. She translates the pleasure of her father's cock into the fervency of her lewd kiss, pushing her tongue deep into me, sliding it hedonistically along the length of my insides to taste every inch of my leaking womanhood. I grind on my daughter's face; shifting back and forth in a lust I can't control, shuddering as I feel her nose gently press into the spokes of my sinful hole. I grip her breasts with both hands, and squeeze in reward for her ardency. She squirms beneath me; her athletic torso undulating with the pleasure of her sexual punishment, her pelvis pressing harder against her driving father, her lips wrapping around the wet flesh of my slit, sucking as she pushes her tongue ever deeper.

Bradley watches me from the tops of his eyes, an expression of uncaged desire written dangerously across his face. He plows into our daughter like an animal; driving without regard for her comfort, knowing that this is exactly how she wants it by the muffled screams she sends into my depths. I moan in cadence with her; harmonizing my soft, indulgent tones with her desperate, stifled shrieks. My eyes droop in bliss, and my body reacts instinctively to its desires. I shift my hips forward, and feel my daughter's tongue slide wet and hot across my taint. She finds what I've been guiding her to, and my moan becomes a pathetic whimper of delight. Her lips wrap around my rim, and her tongue slides easily into the aperture at its center. The hot invasion sends its perverse stimulus ratcheting up my spine, and a shiver from my toes to my neck. She works her way slowly into me, not writhing and chaotic, but methodical and patient, tasting my filth as though it's candy on her tongue. Her lips suck and rotate around the nerved center of her kiss, and her tongue snakes into the exposed sensitivity of my sinful insides. I grip her breasts tightly, the pale flesh protruding from between my fingers, the pleasure taking hold of me, the tension in my nethers winding tighter and tighter, my unattended pussy blushing and leaking on its own accord, dripping a rivulet down my taint to pool upon my daughter's feasting lips. I feel my equanimity falter in the heat of my lust, and have to forcibly compose myself to remain in control. It seems that Laurie has gotten much better with the skills of her mouth; if I am to remain the sexual matriarch of this family, I'll need to be warry of her growing prowess. As it stands, there is only one woman here who can truly match me, and she's not family; not by blood, anyway.

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, 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. But Audrie is no novice to be so easily subdued by high-schooler; she seems to be somewhat of a sexual chameleon, taking the role of whatever the situation demands of her. She would never seek to be the alpha. Listen to me, thinking of us as bitches in a pack, but that's what are now. I reach back and spread my cheeks around my daughter's face, enveloping her in the warmth of my supple flesh, feeling her tongue navigate 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.

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 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. 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, 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, and into her mother's ass, "but we worked it out in the end."

"I believe," I say, smiling impishly 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.

"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, glancing at the father-figure plowing between her slender legs, "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, "I've had enough of this guilt-tripping bullshit from you, young lady! Tom let's give your sister the male-bonding experience 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 to let Tom line up his shot, and push himself inside. Laurie's rim stretches to a pink taut circle, her taint shadows with its indentation, 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 abdomen strains to accommodate the fullness of her violation, her neck tenses in lines of tendons to utter her scream. A hoarse 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 body up between them as she loses control of herself. I find myself staring at the two cocks ravishing her dilated holes, wishing it were me they were doing it to, but also watching the way the balls of each man run along the other, the way their shafts rub together on occasion. I look from Bradley, to his son, and wonder silently if there's a chance for anything there; I would love to witness it. But their focus is only devoted to the girl between them, and so my voyeuristic homosexual incest fantasy is put on the back-burner. For now, anyway. I'll run the idea by Eleanor, and see what magic of manipulation she can work.

"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 do 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, "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 nineties, and you're like Cate Blanchett."

"You're a sweetheart," Sierra laughs, her hands sliding up my arms, over my shoulders, 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 form pressing against me from behind, her arms gently embracing me below the breasts, pillowing them together.

"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 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?"

"It would be downright moronic," Eleanor concurs, glancing at Laurie's predicament, "it's always important to stretch before rigorous activity."

"Maybe we can stretch you out," Sierra laughs, low and seductive, her voice brimming with promise, "it's the least we can do for such a wonderful babysitter."

Sierra licks her way down my abdomen, her tongue working delicately through the lines of my pelvis, her hands spreading me open as Eleanor kisses me on the neck, then moves south. I look down, and see a head of brown curls descend to my nethers, and a crown of red strands lower to my cheeks. Eleanor plants her face between the spread crease Sierra has provided for her, and Sierra trails her lips through the trimmed mound at the precipice of my lust. They hover their mouths over their meals; their breath hot and heavy upon the sensitive entrances at their wake, the anticipation building with each hungry expiration. They move together. Sierra's lips puff around the reddened petals of my pussy, while Eleanor's wrap about the puckered circle of my ass. My breath catches in my chest as their tongues push into me simultaneously. My spine arches at the small of my back, my ass envelopes Eleanor's face, and I rest a hand atop both their heads, feeling my legs growing weak in the intensity of the sensation. Sierra's tongue curls upward, licking along the tender length of my inner spot, sending felicitous waves deep into my abdomen. Eleanor's tongue pushes into the tight wrap of my anus, exploring through the uncoiling channel. The perverse pleasure of my ass mingles with the natural pleasure of my womanhood, and my mind loses its focus to the needs of my body.

Their penetration is soft, warm and wet. At first, their curious, almost tentative with their tongues. They test me in different spots, probing gently through the nerve-covered wonders inside me, gauging the reactions of my body. Their tongues connect along the membrane between my channels, and I nearly collapse as a cry shoots from my lips. I feel their mouths curl in a smile about my entrances, and their exploratory nature ceases; they've found what they're looking for. They push their tongues hard against one another, running them back and forth, pinching the fleshy division of my holes with their pliant invading members. My head reels back, and I lose the strength in my legs. I plant my hands hard on the tops of their heads as I sit on their faces, and they hold me upright, not stopping for a moment, not giving me a second of reprieve. I straddle helplessly atop them, shifting back and forth over their faces, taking one deeper, and then the other, feeling the weakness of my legs travel up my body. I hear them laugh a muffled, knowing tone as they discover the secrets inside me, finding the spots that drive me insane, exploiting them mercilessly. My eyes water in the heat of it all, and my nethers quake with felicitous contractions. They feel the involuntary reaction of my body, and they continue with even more ardency. The last bit of resilient strength leaves me, and I become limp atop them, supported only by their feasting mouths and their pressing hands. I feel it; the familiar ache that permeates inside me, the rising torrent that marks the point of no return. They feel it too, and they don't stop; oh, god, they don't stop! I'm trapped between them, a slave to their gentle lust, a prisoner to the tender kisses that penetrate my most vulnerable places. All I can do is grip their hair in desperation, finding something tangible to hold on to as I lose myself to them. My hips shift wildly, my voice rises higher and higher, the aching, tortuous pleasure grows and grows, burning, blazing within me. My head tilts to the ceiling, my body gyrates in waves of oscillating lust, my eyes widen in a tear-streaked, euphoric gaze, and I come. A pathetic, whimpering sound is the only vocalization my mouth can manage. The heat of the release rages to its critical point, and then bursts. My asshole clenches about Eleanor's tongue, my pussy convulses around Sierra's invasion, and a fountain of my euphoria floods into her awaiting mouth. The intensity of my ecstatic song rises as my voice gains leverage in my throat, and I scream the last bit of my mania as sanity regains purchase in my cluttered mind. Through a glaze of pleasured tears, I watch as Laurie experiences what I'm being prepared for.