"Just keeps getting better for us, huh, Mom?" Christy sighed.
"But there's always room for improvement," Helen said. "Especially when both of us still have a hand free."
Then Helen put her free hand to a satisfying use. She stroked her own tits, particularly the stiff nipples.
"All right, I want some of that, too," Christy said, beginning to play with herself as well. "Oooooh, titties, ass and cunt…"
"I'm coming!" her mother cried.
Helen abruptly forced her cunt the rest of the way down on the dildo. As a result, its recoiling base mauled Christy's clit. On the spot, mother and daughter were climaxing together once again.
"This is the best yet!" Christy declared. "Let's make it last as long as we can, Mom!"
"Ooooh, will we!" Helen vowed.
Mother and daughter then poured it on with their fingers in each other's asshole, squeezing their own tits, and grinding their crotches together as the dildo linked their cunts. How long could they keep it up?
***Brad woke up in the back seat of the car with the afternoon sun beating on him through the window in a pool of his own sweat. Sitting up, he saw that no one was driving, that the car was parked and his wife and daughter were gone.
Looking toward his left, Brad Conway then saw an unpaved road leading off into the distance. On the horizon he picked out moving specks of traffic, so he knew the highway wasn't that far away. Whatever the reason they were parked here, at least they weren't lost. And now, to get to the bottom of that reason, Brad shifted his gaze in the other direction.
He saw some trees across a pasture. Beneath them, something seemed to move in the shadows. Since they were nowhere else in sight, Brad reasoned, it must be Helen and Christy.
Hitching up his pants, he got out of the car to take a closer look. What he hoped was that they were having a picnic because he'd awakened hungry. But, he began to sense as he approached the trees, his wife and daughter were up to something far less routine than lunch.
"Oooooh, more, more." He heard one of them moan.
"Only if you give me more, too." The other one groaned in reply.
Able to overhear them before he could clearly see them, Brad circled around so they wouldn't see him either. Yes, he guessed, it definitely sounded like they were up to something where it would be well worth catching them in the act.
"I know they're bi," he whispered to himself as he sneaked up on them. "Anybody could tell that at Pete and Ann's. It was only a matter of time before they did something about it with each other."
Then, though, Brad had arrived within focusing distance, and found himself unprepared for what his naked wife and daughter were actually doing with each other. If they'd just been experimenting with some touching and feeling, that would have been one thing. Or even tasting some cunt. But…
"My God, they're fucking!" Brad choked when he saw them in action. "G-got their own damned prick, like a couple of butch dykes."
His voice carried. Mother and daughter looked over in his direction. And Christy was not in the least bit shy.
"Isn't it fantastic, Daddy?" Christy greeted her wide-eyed father. "My cunt and Mom's are just made for each other. And with this dildo Aunt Ann gave me, we have our own cock to fuck them with. Wow, we were coming up a storm just before you got here."
Brad just stood there.
"We can get it going again, though, real easy," Christy said. "Only this time, Mom ought to wear the dildo and fuck my cunt with this big cock – while you watch, Daddy."
Brad remained silent. Meanwhile, his daughter and wife got up. Then Christy slipped out of the dildo's harness, ready to have Helen strap it on and take her turn at being a female stud.
Helen, however, had read her husband's mind enough to be aware that the situation was more complicated than their daughter seemed to appreciate. She had to say something.
"Uh, darling," Helen said, "maybe we'd better call it a day."
"But, Mom," Christy protested, "you haven't been hung with our cock yet…"
"Afraid we'll have to straighten a few things out instead," Helen replied. "Between the three of us."
"You mean with Daddy?" asked Christy. "What about?"
"I think your father," Helen said, carefully choosing her words, "might be wondering why you and I went off together without letting him know in advance what we had in mind."
"Like you mean without getting his permission?" Christy said, scoffing at such a notion.
"Maybe you ought to go back to the car and settle down," Helen firmly suggested at this point, "while I talk to your father alone. After all, I was the one who brought us out here. It was my idea."
"And," snapped Christy, "if he doesn't like us sucking and fucking without him, it's Daddy's problem!"
By now, Helen was prepared to take stern measures to control her rebellious daughter. But then, as she raised her hand to threaten a slap, Christy winked at her and Helen abruptly realized that her little girl had been about three jumps ahead of her the whole time. Which made it about time to catch up.
"Yes," Helen now said, holding out her hand instead of slapping Christy, "give me that cock so I can fuck your cunt. You're absolutely right, dear. If your father doesn't like it, that's his problem. Let him try and stop us."
Another wink from Christy made it clear this was exactly what she'd wanted her mother to say. And, set up perfectly, Brad Conway played right into the hands of his daughter and wife.
Recovering his voice, he said, "Yeah, I'll stop you damned dykes, all right. Straighten you out real fast. You want cock? Okay, you got it. But not this fucking fake!"
He grabbed the dildo and threw it into the trees.
"You'd better have something pretty damned good to take its place, Daddy," Christy taunted.
"You can try this on for size – both of you!"
He dropped his pants. His rigid cock jutted like twanging steel.
"Both of us?" Helen smirked, egging him on.
"At the same time!" Brad said. "On your knees, bitches. Spread your asses for me and I'll make you forget about any damned dildo!"
"I think he means it," Christy said. Her mother sighed. "Well, if it's that important to him…"
So Christy and Helen dropped to all fours, offering their cunts from the rear. Then, with a driving cock-thrust, Brad Conway was dog-fucking one of them. A moment later, though, and he'd withdrawn from the first cunt to ram his hard-on into the second.
From there it was back and forth for Brad, as he continually switched his surging prick between their cunts. Proving his macho point, as much as any one man could do, he was fucking two pieces of ass at the same time.
"Take it, bitches, take it!" he said repeatedly during his frenzied double duty.
But Brad was only human. It caught up with him after so much nonstop action when he was shifting his cock from one cunt to the other.
"Oooooh, God," he moaned.
His wife and daughter looked over their shoulders. They saw Brad on his knees, his eyes glazed and his arms dangling by his sides. Only his cock moved, lurching in the air and helplessly coming outside the cunts it had been fucking.
Christy and her mother couldn't let it go to waste. Swiveling around, they joined tongues at Brad's crotch and lapped up his jizz together. By the time his cock and balls had been licked clean, he was sprawled on his back, out like a light.
"Fucked out of his mind again." His wife chuckled.
Then his daughter said, "He did it, though. Fucked us both at the same time. I knew he could. I knew we could get him to do it when he showed up and caught us with the dildo. Just wish I could explain to him now why I said all those awful things to him. It was just to make him mad enough to bring out the best in him. For his own good."
"I think he already knows," Helen said.