Beth Outtakes
Copyright© 2020 by Bronte Follower
Chapter 11
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 11 - While writing Beth, I sometimes find myself going down rabbit holes. While such are always fun, those bits often wind up in places I don't want the story to go. Rather than delete them, I've saved them, possibly for future stories; I have borrowed pieces for other parts of Beth. These will all be short or a bit longer and may have beginnings and/or endings being abrupt, unconnected. Savvy readers can probably find where many of them started, but others, not so much.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft ft/ft Mult Teenagers Consensual BiSexual Fiction Incest Mother Father Daughter Safe Sex
As soon as the front door was closed, Rhee collared Dad and began stripping him. Wonderful aromas preceded the Moms from the kitchen, but I quickly forgot about those when Rhee, who was on her knees to remove his underwear, took his cock into her mouth.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned as she slowly moved her head forward and back.
After half a minute or so, she extracted Dad’s cock from her mouth, looked at it closely, placed a soft kiss on the head, then stood.
“I got him riled up for you, Beth. Come get your divesting.”
Dad stripped me, after which I copied Rhee’s actions, kneeling and sucking on Dad’s cock for 30 seconds or so. Before Heather could react to being next in line, apron-wearing Carol stepped up to Dad.
“My turn,” she said.
Dad grinned, kissed her lips, and removed the apron, after which Carol dropped to her knees and sucked him for a similar time period, then stood. Heather followed suit in all facets, as did Sandy, who had also worn an apron into the living room. Carol led us all into the kitchen where we had some of the extra eggplant parmesan that Civia had been part of making.
Because most of the living room was blocked off by floor-to-ceiling plastic to keep as much as possible of the construction dust from entering the rest of the house, we all stayed in the kitchen when we’d finished dinner. Dad washed up the few items that we did not stick in the dishwasher, while the rest of us cleaned up the kitchen.
We played cards, though not Uno, for an hour. Carol was obviously feeling frisky, as near the end of that hour began playing in Dad’s lap with her left hand. Dad would make a funny comment and slap her hand, and Carol would pull her hand back to the table. The third time she did it, he called her a sex maniac.
“I’ll show you ‘sex maniac’.”
She stood, pulled Dad’s chair out a bit, then climbed into his lap, straddling him, facing him. She started kissing him aggressively and running her hands up and down his arms, over his shoulders, and down his back.
When she came up for air, she said, “Oh, god, I love that I don’t have to wait until the kids have gone to bed or we go to our bedroom to have you. I love this!”
She attacked his mouth again while lifting her torso, her right hand disappearing between them. I scooted my chair at the foot of the table back, then looked under the table at Dad’s chair. Yup, she was lining his cock up with her pussy and then lowered herself onto it, sighing the while. The rest of us watched Carol as she rose and fell on Dad’s lap, her mouth plastered to his. At least, we girls watched. Sandy stood, then stepped to Dad’s left side. When Dad and Carol came up for air, again, Sandy leaned over, gently pulled his chin with her left hand to turn his head to face her, then leaned in and kissed him, all the while Carol was slowly bouncing on Dad’s cock.
My pussy let me know in no uncertain terms that she wanted some action, so I lowered my right hand into my lap. As I was still facing up the table, I saw Heather’s right hand disappear into her lap and her left-hand fingers began running lightly over her own breasts. That caused me to look at Rhee, who seemed mesmerized by the action at the head of the table, both her hands on the table, her left hand still holding her cards.
