Chapter 12

Susan snuggled closer to her husband and sipped on her third glass of wine. Despite her nakedness the fire, the alcohol in her blood-stream and the two men and one woman--all who had been her lovers at one time--made her feel very warm and cozy.

Phil reached out for a piece of the cheese, then let his hand slip up Melinda's thigh, his fingers brushing the black bush of her pussy. The dark-haired beauty shivered and smiled.

"I don't know what to say," Susan said, still mulling over the tale Jace and Melinda had just told. Even though her brother had just balled her, new arousal coursed through her body. Their tale of brother-and-sisterly love was quite a turn on. "Except that it's one of the sexiest stories I've ever heard."

"Phil?" Melinda asked. "What about you?"

"What about me?" he said looking at his young wife. "What about you?"

"I thought watching you screw your own sister was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen," the black-haired girl said. "Do you plan to do it again?"

"Hey," Susan cut in. "Don't I have something to say about that?"

"You'll say 'yes, '" Jace replied. "I've seen that look on your face for two years now. All Phil has to do is come and knock and you'll be flat on your back for him."

"Jealous?" Susan asked.

"Nope. I also thought it was one of the sexiest sights I've seen," Jace answered. "Hope you two don't mind a couple of peeping Toms."

Jace pulled her close and kissed her. It wasn't a casual "I Love You" kiss, but a long, tongue-probing to the throat kiss. She moaned, rolling to him. The heavy balls of her tits rolled against his chest. Her nipples grew hard as the wanton lust of her body flared high. She reached down between his thighs to find his cock standing high and hard. She squeezed it, not caring that her brother and his wife watched.

When they parted, she glanced to Melinda and Phil. The other couple didn't seem to mind company either. The black-haired woman had slid down beside her husband. Her mouth was now stuffed full of his long, fat cock. Susan watched while her sister-in-law mouthed a massive burden of prick, bringing it to life within her face until it stood at rigid attention.

"Oooohhhh!" Susan moaned in sudden surprise.

Jace's finger slipped up into the hot pocket of her quim. Like a miniature prick it stroked in and out. She wiggled a bit, opening herself to his delving digit. She squeezed harder on his cock, jacking her hand up and down that turgid shaft.

"Fuck me, Jace, " she said turning to her husband. "I want you to fuck me. Now!"

He pulled her to him and kissed her, long, hard, and arousing. "Your ass. I want your ass."

She offered no protest, but released his throbbing dick and rolled over so that she was on all fours on the floor. She poked her rear mounds into the air and wiggled them to tempt him.

Immediately, he scrambled behind her and grasped the twin cushions of flesh. For several minutes, he stood there and kneaded her ass cheeks while whispering loving and very sexy things. Then he parted the pads of her buttocks. She shivered, feeling his breath bathe over the puckered mouth of her anus.

"Oh, Jace!" she moaned. "That feels so good!"

His tongue flicked out and tapped over the tight nodes of her asshole. He licked at that tiny mouth. Delicious shivers raced along her spine setting up wave after wave of excited gooseflesh.

Around and around his oral digit worked. Then the tip of his tongue wiggled into her ass, then even deeper. While he ate at her, she did her best to maintain her balance. The sensations her husband created within her were unbelievable. This whole night had been nothing but one unexpected sexual encounter after another.

"There," he said. "Relax."

She did. The swollen head of his prick pressed against her anus. She relaxed even more, allowing that arrow-shaped tip to penetrate the taut ring of her asshole, then slid inward and up her back.

A woman can feel a man in her pussy, she thought, but a woman can feel a cock up her ass!

She could. She felt every pulsating inch of his plunger. Her mouth, her cunt and now her ass. Tonight her body was designed but for one thing--cock. And she was taking it every way it was offered--and loving it.

Slowly, Jace pulled back. She clamped down, squeezing her rectum around his engorged prodder. He groaned as fiery friction seared along every inch of his cock. Still he pulled outward until only the head of his prick remained entrenched within her. Then he pushed back in.

She relaxed, letting her husband's stiff invasion drill up into the volcano-like heat of her bowels. So good, she thought, he feels so damn good. It was like having a man in her quim, but so deliciously different. She wondered about those men and women who had never experienced anal lovemaking. It was their loss, not hers.

Across the room, Melinda threw her head onto Phil's inflated rod. She let its bulging crown slide into her throat, then she started sucking. Slowly, she pulled back, sucking harder and harder while she rose up the meaty column of prick. Her lips smacked loudly when she pulled off her husband's cock.

"Hey?" Phil looked down at her. "Why did you stop?"

"Because, my darling husband," Melinda smiled, "you can't take your eyes off your sister. I can't blame you. Susan is one hell of a woman."

"Huh?"

Melinda eased up beside him and whispered in his ear. Phil's eyes grew wide with disbelief. He looked at her. "You and Susan?"

"Yes," she nodded.

"Damn! I hope you don't expect the same from Jace and me," Phil said. "I'm strictly a woman's man. But the thought of you and Susan together. Wow!"

Melinda laughed. "You dig watching your wife getting screwed, don't you?"

Phil grinned and nodded affirmatively. "The thought of seeing you and Susan is something else."

"Then why don't you go over there and fill your sister's pussy full of come again," Melinda suggested. "Then I'll show you just what I can do."

"Are you sure? I mean you and I were..."

"We can wait," Melinda said. "You've just discovered that your sister is a woman--something Jace and I have shared for years. Now go to her."

Phil glanced at his black-haired wife, kissed her, then scooted toward Susan.

The blonde wasn't sure what was happening. One moment she was dreamily lost in the steady in-out rhythm of Jace's cock, the next, her husband thrust himself deeply into her bowels, wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her a bit, then lay her on her side while still plugged into her ass.

Her eyes fluttered open to see Phil slide down in front of her. "What?"

"Relax, sis," he said. "I'm just coming back for seconds."

"You're what?" she muttered, what he had said just penetrating her pleasure-laden brain. "Phil, don't, you can't!"

He did. Parting her legs, he drilled his cock up into the wet slit of her cunt.

"God!" she groaned. "Oh, my God!"

I'm nothing but a fucking machine, she thought. Two men at once. Two cocks crammed into my cunt and ass!

She didn't have time to be indignant about the unexpected invasion of her body. Phil immediately started pumping his prick in and out of her quim. The dual skewering of her wanton body sent her soaring to new heights of carnal pleasure.

She could feel both her men at once. She felt them pressing against one another through the thin membrane separating her pussy and ass. She wondered if they could feel one another, if they found that contact arousing as she did.

Inward Jace drilled his plunger into her asshole, reaming long and deep. Outward, Phil pulled until his cock's crown nestled in the outer lips of her cunt. Then outward Jace eased and inward Phil plunged.

She accepted each of their fleshy offerings, loving the heat sensations they sent swirling through her. She felt like a total sex object, realizing that if cocks had been presented to her mouth and hands she would have been willing to service them as well.

These two men and their demanding pricks completely dominated her. All she existed for was the feel of their in-out stroking. She felt her identity blur and melt away. She was woman and they were men. She existed to take them into her body, to feel the pleasure they could provide her. There was that and in this moment there was nothing else.

Jace came first, his seed blasting from the jerking head of his cock. She groaned, relishing the hot gushes of his jism. She wiggled and squeezed her ass, trying to milk every drop of sperm and semen from her husband's cock. When his deflated cock slipped from her come-coated asshole, she turned her full attention to draining the still rigid cock plugged into her cunt.

Matching her hunching movements with those of her brother's, she rolled to her back, pulling Phil on top of the voluptuous bed of her young willing body. Eagerly he pumped his cock in and out of her cunt, never missing a stroke as they changed positions.

She was the woman--the total woman now. Her own needs and desires no longer seemed to matter. That she could and would bring her brother off once more was all she cared about.

In a wild frenzy their bodies rocked and bucked. She undulated her pelvis with each up-down rise of his. She fucked him as hard as he fucked her. As she sighed with pure pleasure, Phil came, once again flooding her loins with the thick fountains of his jism.

For moments she lay beneath him, feeling his bone-hard cock slowly deflated to a sleepy snake and withered from the depths of her cunt. Two down. Bring on the rest, she thought, still lost in the sexual power fantasy she lived.

Soft, like the brushing of a small feather, she felt the moist tip of a tongue lick at the pouting pink lips of her quim. The blonde moaned in a whimpery voice of delight. Her eyes fluttered open and glanced down. Melinda's raven-black hair fell over her creamy thighs as the other woman knelt to lick at her cunt. To each side, Phil and Jace sat back watching with wide- eyed interest. Susan moaned again, reaching down to stroke the head of her female lover.

Tenderly, Melinda's tongue weaved its way up into the come- drenched slit of Susan's quim. The mixture of very male jism and very female fluids was exciting. She sucked them into her mouth and swallowed them. Well aware of the two men who watched and the effect of woman-to-woman sex on men, she went about her task with deliberate languor. Often the swipes of her pink tongue were exaggerated so that both men could see the intimate caresses she laved on Susan's delectable cunt.

Then too was her own love for this woman and the want to provide her pleasure. Not to mention the delight she had discovered with the woman and the lust she felt for her sister-in- law.

Good, Susan thought. Melinda's delving tongue felt so soft and gentle. It was a perfect counterpoint to the driving strength of her husband's and brother's cocks. She moaned, feeling her own need flame again, racing at an uncontrollable pace.

Around and around the whipping oral digit ate at her pussy. Higher and higher the sexy blonde soared. She came. Her whole body shuddered and quaked. She cried out, groaning the full pleasure of her release. So intense were the sensations that caught her, she thought that she was going to black out for a moment. She had read of women who passed out when they climaxed, but until now, she had thought they were simply fantasies of some writer's mind.

As the tremors of her body quieted and her writhing stopped, Melinda eased her tongue from her sister-in-law's cunt. She licked her lips, wiping away the juices that remained there. Pleased, she stared down at the blonde, grinning when Susan's eyes opened and she smiled up to her in gratitude.

Jace and Phil scooted over beside the women, offering each a fresh glass of wine. Both took the glasses and sipped.

"I needed that," Susan sighed, resting in her husband's arms. "It was unbelievable."

"I know," Jace grinned at her. "That saying about a woman always being capable of having sex is most definitely true."

"I've never noticed any problems with your ability to perform," the still panting blonde said. Susan reached down to her husband's crotch and playfully stroked the still deflated length of his cock.

Jace leaned down and lightly kissed her lips. Susan sighed, feeling Jace's prick throb beneath the caressing tips of her fingers. It wouldn't be long before the sleeping hose would be standing straight and hard again.

Giving his cock a loving squeeze, Susan pushed from the floor and sat up. "If all of you will excuse me, I think I need to find the ladies' room."

With that, the naked blonde rose and walked from the den.

Melinda glanced at Phil and then Jace. She smiled. "Two men and one woman."

"Mmmmm?" Phil looked at her'

"I had read about it, but I really didn't believe it was possible," the black-haired woman said.

Jace chuckled, but Phil gazed at his wife. "I think you're hinting."

"Hinting?" Melinda coyly batted her eyes.

"Yeah," Phil nodded. "That's exactly what you're doing."

"Why, Phil, what could you be talking about?" Melinda's fingers crept over his thighs and surrounded the length of his cock. Slowly, she ran her hand up and down the sleeping hose of flesh.

His sex came to life beneath her touch. Weakly throbbing at first, the deflated prick grew in length and circumference. It pulsed and jerked, rising to a stiff, rigid pole of lust.

Phil ran his own hand down to the black, silky muff bushed over her cunt. Easily he wiggled a finger up into the intimate furrow of her body. Melinda grunted in pleasure as he buried three knuckles in her twat.

"That's what I thought," her husband winked to Jace. "This wench feels like a river. She can't wait to service two men at once."

Melinda didn't speak, but looked to her brother. Jace nodded.

"Hmmmm," Jace mused aloud. "I think we can oblige the young lady, but with a few changes. "

"Like a bitch in heat," Phil said, slipping another finger up into the wet pocket of the black-haired beauty's cunt. "How do you think we should handle this?"

"I think I should give the bitch a bone," Jace said.

He knee-walked over to his sister and held his cock toward her mouth. With a wet pop, Phil pulled his fingers from her pussy. Melinda moaned with disappointment. She shivered with delicious anticipation, glancing at her husband then at the fleshy offering her brother proffered.

"Eat it," Jace said. "I want my sister to suck on my dick."

Getting on hands and knees, Melinda ducked her head and took her brother's limp prick into her mouth. Lovingly, her tongue curled around the meaty hose. She licked and bathed it, drawing more than one deep moan from the man above her.

Around and around, her tongue swiped at the crown on Jace's cock. Then her tongue-tip drilled into the small slitted mouth of the growing organ. She smiled to herself. Susan was right-- women, those who dug sex, were always ready and willing. She shivered with delight. Now she would have two men at once--two cocks plugged into her hungry body.

Thick and hard, Jace's rod swelled. The veins running along its underside pulsed, standing out with throbbing need. Her lips tightened around the now massive root of cockmeat and she sucked.

Melinda, kneeling and naked, her mouth loving the rigid shaft of her brother's prick, moaned. Phil now knelt behind her. Gently, her husband ran a palm between her thighs, covering the uptilted knoll of her cunt. His fingers squeezed, massaging the willing mound of her sex.