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Honeymoon Squared - Chapter 03
Things got a little insane in the next
half hour or so. I sat there by the bed where Gwen, my bride of less than
twenty-four hours was bound and helpless, watching her mother going down on her
like the two of them had been doing this for years. Based on what I heard out
of Roxy, this probably was true.
"Don't give me a hard time my little
faker, you can fool your new husband, but you and I have done this too many
times before. Remember the first time? I will never forget that first tiny
orgasm I licked out of your cute little pussy while uncle Jon sat by the bed
and watched us enjoying each other's pussy in a heated sixty-nine. You looked
so sweet and innocent with your wrists and ankles roped to the corners of that
big bed we used to sleep in together when I didn't have a visitor or
visitors."
"I remember guiding uncle Jon's hard
cock into your tight little pussy and the way you moaned as the head pushed
your cute immature cunt lips apart so it could start wedging its way deeper
into your fuckbox. Remember those squeaky sounds you used to make when his cock
started sawing away inside you and your tight little twat started to ooze that
fresh nectar from your secret cache of girl goo? You made me so happy that first
time. You were certainly grown up for one who was barely thirteen and just had
her first real orgasm and now you were getting the first taste of hard cock
that you learned to love, perhaps too much for a time."
"Remember those years when you just couldn't
get enough of that stiff shaft, and it didn't matter to whom it was attached?
At first I thought it was precious that you would let my male friends do you as
long and as hard as they could while I watched and waited my turn to revive
them so they could do you again and again. I knew you would attract them back
into my bed with your tight pussy that never seemed to be overmatched by even
the largest cocks that sometimes would make me wince as they plumbed my depths
and knocked insistently against my cervix. I became a believer in that old
saying about big girls having big pussies and little girls being all pussy. You
sure seemed to be that little girl to me."
The hair on the back of my neck was
beginning to stand up as I listened to Roxy describing her earlier life with
Gwen. After every breathy sentence, she'd pause and give her daughter's pussy a
long slow lick or a noisy, wet smooch. After a few minutes Gwen's nipples were
stiff as glass, and she was pushing her cunt mound up to meet her mother's lips
or tongue, her eyes wide and fixed on the ceiling light fixture. It was
becoming very apparent that my blushing bride was no virgin. So why was she
behaving so strangely with me, if she'd been doing the deed since she was
thirteen? The answer was not long in coming as Roxy continued to croon and with
each flick of her tongue or touch of her lips brought her daughter closer to an
orgasm. I felt like a peeping tom watching mother and daughter share an
intimate moment, not the kind usually shared by female members of the family,
that's for sure.
Almost on cue, Roxy looked up at me and
smiled, her lips glistening with her daughter's cunt juice. All I could do was
gawk. One hand idly roamed over Gwen's tits, gently pinching the firm flesh and
tweaking the nipples to make them even harder. Then she spoke and started to
tell me about the other side of my new bride,the evil Gwen, the Gwen that she
institutionalized for three years.
"One day I happened to get home a
little earlier than expected to discover my daughter, who was a few months from
becoming fifteen, enjoying the company of my latest boyfriend and his roommate.
They were too busy going at it to notice they had an audience. Worse still they
were staining the sheets in my bed. When they finally realized they were not
alone, my boyfriend, who was quick on his feet, told me some cock and bull
story about this being a surprise for me, but it had gotten out of hand thanks
to my daughter the vamp, or was it tramp? Needless to say I didn't buy into it
and never saw him or his friend again despite a few calls and offers to make
amends once he discovered that Gwen was no longer with me."
Roxy's fingers really dug into Gwen's tit
flesh as she described the scene. My bride bucked up against her bonds as the
pain raced through her firm jugs, jugs that I'd yet to fondle. My mother-in-law
seemed to be in some kind of a trance, reliving a very bad experience and
making her daughter pay a price for the rerun. It was then that there came an
insistent knocking at the door to our suite; Lucinda and her surprise were at
the door. That broke the mood and we both dove for some kind of covering before
answering the door. It was lucky me who opened up and got the surprise.
It took a split second to realize that there
were two hookers, and not one standing at my door. It took another split second
to recognize one of the hookers as Lucinda. She wore a red striped tube top,
showing she had nothing underneath, that ended a couple of inches above her
navel, and a super tight pair of white capris showing that beneath them she
wore a pair of black thong bikinis. Even more interesting was the line of dark,
curly, pubic hair reaching up from her crotch to encircle her winking navel. I
thought my eyes were going to fall out of
my head. Then I almost got whiplash as it dawned on me that her
companion was showing so much skin that even on the beach she'd be turning
heads.
Lucinda's companion was a few inches
shorter, perhaps fifteen pounds lighter, a bottle-blonde in a shag cut, with
tits that were as big and firm as the housekeeper's, and white short shorts showing off a set of legs
that were smooth and tapered seamlessly into hips that curved in the right
places. She wore a leather vest held closed by a single button that didn't do
much to hide those tits that bulged from the open areas. Every time she took a
deep breath, they threatened to pop free of that vest. I was so stunned that
Lucinda had to push me aside so she and her companion could enter the suite.
Roxy wrapped in a robe came into the suite
just as Lucinda and her surprise did the same from the other door. I followed
them at a safe distance, observing their matched fuck-me pumps and frilly
anklets, not to mention the large, white, plastic purses they carried. She
appeared a bit taken aback by the pair, but then her face broke into a
welcoming smile and she threw open her robe to reveal nothing but Roxy in her
birthday suit. The ladies greeted the grand unveiling with whistles and
clucking, their way of approving of my mother-in-law's outfit. Lucinda grinned
and spoke.
"I'd like to introduce my roommate,
part time lover when I can't find a man, and fellow member of the student body
at the local college of cosmetology, June Waverly. June and I are on a mission
of mercy. We intend to fuck over your prissy daughter and also fuck her studly
husband who deserves something to remember about his honeymoon that will bring
a smile to his face instead of a pain to his ass."
That broke the ice in a big way and so
Roxy conducted the grand tour of the two adjoining rooms for the benefit of
June who giggled and confessed that she and Lucinda trolled these very rooms
for clients, not customers, clients. A customer maybe paid fifty bucks for what
the client paid seventy-five. We all got
a good laugh from that and so Roxy decided it was time to show off her frigid
daughter who was stretched out naked as a jaybird on the bed in the next room.
She led the way and soon the four of us were surrounding the bed, checking out
my blushing bride who was scarlet faced at the moment.
"Let's flip a coin to see who gets
this little morsel first?", suggested June.
Lucinda reached in her purse and withdrew
a coin and showed both sides to her friend. She flipped it and her roommate
called it correctly, winning the right to start fooling around with my new
wife. I on the other hand had to make do with the combined efforts of Roxy and
Lucinda. I wondered if I was man enough for the two of them. Still I was hot to
get a look at the housekeeper "au naturel" as the French say. There
was plenty to look at as it turned out.
Lucinda had a pair of tits that were
awesome; not only big, but well formed and almost perfectly symmetrical. The
fat nipples were dark brown and surrounded by areolas that were almost black.
However what made them so fabulous was their defiance of the laws of gravity.
Those two nearly perfect spheres jutted from her chest and showed no sag
whatsoever. It was almost as if she were wearing an invisible bra. I caught a
look at Roxy's face as she watched those great jugs come into view and she was
positively green with envy, which is saying something considering she had a
fairly decent pair, and for her age they were terrific.
The next thing on the agenda was the
removal of the tight white capris, done with plenty of wiggling while her
tongue kept popping from her mouth, getting my cock harder and harder. The
black thong was buried between her barely visible, fat cunt lips that were
scarlet with blood, indicating that Lucinda was definitely in the mood for some
good sex, no make that great sex! My only question was whether I was capable of
rising to the challenge.
She was now revealing what was the
thickest patch of untamed pubic hair I'd ever seen live, or in photographs and
porno flicks. The happy trail, part of which she'd already revealed, was only
one unruly portion of the jungle that almost completely blotted out the sight
of her pubic mound. In all honesty I had competely forgotten about the happy
trail once June distracted me. It curled up onto her plump thighs and even
further into the crevice between her equally plump asscheeks. Thank goodness
her legs were smooth or I might have been turned off. Lucinda grinned like a mischevious child, cupping her big tits and
presenting them to me. I could hear the gasp from Roxy as she took in what
Lucinda had revealed. I knew I was in for the night of my life if I was able to
survive it.
( To be continued - jethro
jodhpur )
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