"Aaaiiii!" Karen screamed up into her sister's pussy. "Oooooeee! Uhhhmmm!"
She felt Anne leap about on top of her. The red-haired girl straightened up for a minute. She grabbed at her hands, pulling them up to her own tits. Then she reached back for Karen's as they writhed about, shaking with the surging passion that roared through their bodies. Karen wrapped her legs about her mother's head, squeezing Marge's face up against her pulsing, gushing pussy. She rolled from side to side, feeling more sharp flashes of beautiful agony run through her ass. Her sister clamped her thighs tightly against the teenager's cheeks as Karen sucked even more powerfully on her sister's pussy.
"Ooooo!" Anne moaned loudly. "Ooooeeee! Get her, Mom! Get her pussy to a climax! Damn! She's about to send me off! Mmmm! Ooooeee!"
Despite Anne's thighs clamped so tightly against the sides of her head, Karen could hear her moaning. The luscious sounds sent immediate pleasure through the girl. She intensified her sucking. She groped at her sister's tits with greater frenzy. She pulled and mashed the beautiful breasts just as frantically as Anne was caressing and fondling her own. She trembled as she felt her mother fuck that finger deeper into her ass. She knew her cunt was pouring juice all over Marge's eager tongue. It was gorgeous! It was unbelievably beautiful! Karen shuddered helplessly. Her orgasm burst upon her. Everything was black and dazzling white at the same time. Then it was every conceivable color. Blinding lights flashed through her brain. She heard the roar of her passion and shook violently as she sucked her sister with renewed intensity.
"Ohh! Ohh! Ohhhh!" Anne screamed. The two girls shared an orgasm. They shared a pair of orgasms. They shook and screamed as they rode through the beautiful explosion of their passion. Finally they calmed down, the red-head slipping to the side of the blonde. Marge fell on top of them both. Her arms gathered both daughters against her heaving, still excited, breasts. She hugged them lovingly, shaking them all slowly. She gave a deep sigh of contentment as she felt the girls return her affection.
"Don't even hint of this to your dad," she cautioned Karen. "He doesn't know about any of what's been going on."
"But he goes to those parties with you," Karen protested. "He knows about you. Hell, he's as big a swinger as you."
"I'm not talking about that," Marge answered. "I'm talking about you kids. He probably thinks that even Anne is still a virgin."
"You're kidding!" Anne gasped. "How could he?"
"A father's blindness, I guess," Marge laughed. "If you weren't his daughter and had gone to work at his office when you finished high school, he'd have probably seduced you himself long before now. I doubt that you could find three girls in all the office that he hasn't fucked. He's just blind about his daughters."
"Old fashioned!" Anne snapped. "That's what he really is!"
"What about Brad?" Karen wanted to know. "How does he feel about him? Does he think that he's never fucked either?"
"Oh no!" their mother laughed. The woman's breasts bounced beneath the satin blouse, suddenly making Karen realize that her mother had been braless this evening, "He wants Brad to get all the pussy he can. That's part of the reason he hired Nina. He figured she'd make a good teacher for the boy."
Karen started laughing, Nina had served that purpose well. She remembered how well the maid and her brother had fucked together up in Roger's apartment. Yes, her dad had been excellent in his choice of a woman to teach Brad all about fucking. The woman had also taught her a little bit. Karen suspected that Anne had also sucked with the brunette.
"Part of the reason?" Anne asked. "You said Brad was part of the reason."
"The other part was to take care of his own pecker," Marge answered. "He hired her for the same reason I hired Roger. He warned the boy, however, that he'd better keep his cock out of you two. I'm afraid he threatened castration if he found out you'd been fucked."
Yes, Karen thought, they'd have to do something about Dad. They sure would.
CHAPTER NINE
"Hi!" the young man greeted Karen as she opened the front door. "Is Anne here?"
The girl's mouth dropped open as she stared at him. God! He was beautiful! He was gorgeous! He sent a tingle of excitement running through her. His intense blue eyes smiled at her warmly. He was a big bastard! Ohhh, was he ever big! The blonde had to lean her head way back to look up into his face.
"No," she finally found the word to answer. "No, not just now. Please, come in. She'll be back pretty soon."
Karen wasn't about to let this guy walk away from the door. She'd never seen anything so magnificent in her life. He was as handsome as any movie star. He was bigger than she imagined any actor would be. He towered over her as he hesitated. She grabbed his arm and pulled him inside.
"Oh, come on in!" she insisted. "Does Anne know that you're coming over?"
"No," he smiled, ducking his head slightly. "She doesn't know that I'm back in town. I've been at a church conference the last couple of weeks."
Karen had realized who he was just as he remembered that he hadn't told her. Her lips formed his name as he spoke them.
"Ritchie Clay!"
No wonder her sister had spoken so warmly of him. Hell, this was more man than Karen had ever seen in one package. No wonder her sister had such hot pants for him. Karen led him back to the family room and offered him a seat on the couch. She fought the impulse to lick her lips at the sight of him, then remembered that she hadn't yet introduced herself.
"I'm Karen," she said. "I'm Anne's sister."
"I assumed that," he told her. "You had to be. Anne keeps taking about how beautiful you are. I knew that it was you when you opened the door."
Beautiful, hell! She wasn't just now. Karen knew that she should have changed from the old shorts and faded blouse. Damn! She had been on her way up to change when the door bell rang. The only good thing about her clothes was that the blouse was a size too small. Her tits threatened to split out of it. Ritchie saw that, too. Yes, he was having trouble keeping his eyes from watching her tits, watching the clear outline of her nipples and aureoles against the thin cotton.
"I'll bet you'd like something to drink!" she told him. "Let's see, we've got some beer that's cold."
"Oh no?" Ritchie immediately answered her. "I don't drink. I mean I don't drink alcohol. If you have something non-alcoholic, that would be nice."
"A Coke?" Karen asked. "Or maybe you'd like some iced tea?"
"Coke," Ritchie answered, his eyes unable to pull off her tits the way they bounced before him. He swallowed tightly and nodded, then watched her ass and thighs as she turned and walked quickly into the kitchen.
Nina wasn't around. The kitchen was empty. The teenager wondered if the brunette had taken advantage of everyone being out for the afternoon, everyone except Karen. Yes, the buxom maid was probably balling away in the room above the garage. The way Ritchie's eyes liked to stare at tits made the girl happy that the voluptuous Nina wasn't around to provide competition. Karen pulled a Coke from the refrigerator, then reached back and got another for herself. She carried them into the next room and sat down in front of Ritchie as soon as she had given him his drink.