Chapter 29: Hank & Gerry Whitestone

I started to vault out of the bed, but Gerry grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me back. Miraculously, my dick shot right into her cunt and stayed there.

I was looking right at her husband. I saw blood — my blood — in his eyes.

Our eyes met, and instead of reaching out to kill me, he simply waved at me, and said: "Hi, Gerry, I'm home!"

My panic began to recede. Gerry helped by saying: "Hank, this is Aubrey. He's the sweetest boy. I had a flat and he picked me up, got the flat fixed, and I took him home. And..." she paused to let him absorb all the information before continuing. "It turns out he's a great lay."

"Is he?" Hank said, and calmly took his cock out and began to jerk off.

Gerry faced me and, crinkling her nose, made as if to rub it against mine, but said, "My husband is all right with us, really he is." Turning to her husband, she said, "Hank, tell him its okay!"

"It's okay, really it is," Hank said with a Cheshire-like grin. He was getting hard, and kept stroking.

"My husband wants to watch you and me frolicking in our bed."

"What!" I exclaimed, still finding the entire situation bizarre.

"And it's only fair," she added, ignoring my question. "Hank gets to fuck his sister whenever she's in town. Not that I'm left out ... Gretchen eats pussy like it's going out of style. We just get it on when Hankus isn't around.

"Hank, I bet you didn't know your sister's a professional muff-diver, until just now, or did you?"

"Well..." he said, and left it at that. I assumed he had seen his sister in action, but not with Gerry.

"All I know is she don't have any complaints about my cock," Hank said, as his sizable member reached it zenith.

"Not that I've any complaints about your cock, Hankus, I don't," Gerry trilled, her cunt hugging mine in even tighter.

"So, let's see the kid bone you, baby. Give me a good show."

"You heard him, Handsome. My main man wants us to put on a show. Let's not disappoint him."

That said, Gerry deftly maneuvered herself on top of me, and began riding my dick as if she were riding a bucking bronco. All I had to do was hold on to her waist and not let go.

Gerry was swiveling her pelvis, and grinding into mine. A gravely sort of coo came up her throat, then her head started whipping side to side. She reached around and under me to cup my scrotum. "C'mon, Handsome," she grunted, "come with me."

In the not-so-distant background, Hank stood hooting it up. I felt like I was living in a nightmare of sorts. Hank had quit yanking, and was laughing as he applauded us.

Gerry's cunt squeezed my cock, and her hand squeezed my balls, and then she got her wish, my cock surged and swelled, and a thick load of sperm cannoned into her quivering cunt. Her mouth went wide and twisted; like that painting of Munch's, The Scream, except Gerry's was more a silent scream of rapture.

I lay there collapsed under her. She was still moving; making bubbling little noises as her hand soothingly stroked my back. Eventually she rolled off me, only to scoot up against the mounds of pillows near the headboard. Hank gave a solid clap, and then rubbed his hands together as he advanced towards the bed. "Oh, boy," he said gleefully, "sloppy seconds!"

I could tell when he entered her: There was a soft, slurping sound, and Gerry's face seemed to widen. Hank had to shuffle around behind her to keep up, as she crawled between my legs and started licking my shriveling cock. This struck me as a pointless chore, but Gerry was getting into it, cleaning my cock like it was her kitten. Besides, your cock doesn't have to be hard to enjoy being in a mouth.