Homelands Pt. 01 Ch. 12

Throughout the second song, the sisters teasingly pulled each other's clothes off. Except for boots, heels and stockings.

Iva was shaved bald. Cindy had a thin strip of golden-brown hair above her slit. Both had beautiful pussies, with prominent lips that curled prettily around their holes rather than loose flaps hanging beneath them. Their labia were pink, not at all gray like some women's.

During the third song, they started to really explore each other. Sucking each other's breasts. Fingering each other's snatches and back doors.

I started wondering, what if you took Iva's chest, combined that with Cindy's ass.... If you could combine the best parts of each, you'd have a woman so hot it would be absurd.

A new song had started. Cindy was lying on the coffee table, her lean, muscular thighs wrapped around her sister's head as Iva enthusiastically slurped the older woman's pussy. Meanwhile, Cindy played with her own nipples.

Dad got up, started to kneel behind Iva.

"Nope. Not yet," Cindy said.

So we waited anxiously, watching as Iva continued sucking on her sister's labia and tonguing her clit while working more and more fingers inside. Before long, she was shoving her entire fist in and out of Cindy's box, much to the latter's delight.

After Cindy got off, Iva took her sister's place on the coffee table. She gathered her big breasts up in her hands and pressed one to her mouth. I watched as my aunt flicked a stiff nipple back and forth a few times with her tongue. My mother could easily get a mouthful of her own breasts, as she'd proven to me last night. Iva couldn't quite manage that, I didn't think. But this was still nice to watch.

Iva's nipples were light pink, not dark like many women's. And incredibly puffy. Her breasts sat so high on her chest, despite their considerable size, they almost looked fake. But they had just enough hint of sag to them, and they fell to the side when she lay on her back, that they couldn't possibly be implants.

While Iva played with her breasts, Cindy bent a double-dildo in the middle and worked it into both of her sister's holes. Iva gyrated her hips, pushing herself onto the dildo. She made the most pleasant sounds as the thing disappeared inside both of her glorious holes.

Dad and I sat on the edge of the sofa, wanking furiously.

"Do you like that?" Cindy asked. "Watching your sister, your aunt, taking it in two holes at once? Don't you wish it was your two hard cocks?"

"Fuck yes," Dad said. "Let us. Let us fuck her."

"Mmm, in time," Iva said. "But not yet."

Cindy kept one hand on the dildo while she reached between her sister's legs and teased Iva's clit with the other. Iva started shaking and groaning with ecstasy as she came.

Finally, the women seemed done teasing us. Iva climbed into Dad's lap, reached around her back, took hold of Dad's fat cock, and started jerking him.

Cindy came up beside me, turned her back to me, and draped one statuesque leg over my thighs. She bent forward, pushing her firm, round ass into my face. I took her hips in my hands, pulling her ass closer still, and ran my tongue up and down the deep crevasse separating her meaty cheeks, pulled them apart so I could swirl my tongue around her brown bud. Reaching between my legs, Cindy took the massive tree stump that was my cock in her hands and jerked it slowly while I continued giving her a rimjob.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw that Iva had let my father force his monster inside her tight vag. Her eyes bulged and she slumped against him, her back limp, like she was about to melt and slide off of him.

"Sorry, stud, I'm not sure I'm ready to put that gigantic thing in my ass," Cindy said as she guided my stiff, bulbous head to her vaginal opening.

"Fine by me," I said, pulling her down into my lap. I rammed every inch of my dick inside her all at once. She gasped, hissing her next few breaths through clenched teeth. Inside, she gripped tighter than tight. Ever so slowly, she relaxed, her walls pulsating.

"Oh, fuck," she said, leaning back and laying her head against my right shoulder. As she tweaked one of her rock-hard nipples, she said, "God, I've never felt so full."

I ran my hands over her beautiful body. Cindy rocked slowly on my lap, not so much letting my cock slide in and out of her as grinding her ass against me.

She smiled back at me, then leaned forward. Her small hands dug into my shins. Those gorgeous ass cheeks clenched and unclenched as she rocked to and fro, pushing first soft pillows then hard rocks against me. The simple pleasure of watching her ass work was almost enough to make me burst, nevermind the warm, wet hole engulfing my cock or the things she was doing from inside.

But I'd had enough of this showing off. I gripped her shoulder to keep her from rising up off my cock. Then I planted my other hand on one of her hips. Holding her firmly in place, I started thrusting my hips up at her with all my power, moving exponentially faster than a normal human could.

Cindy started convulsing in ecstasy almost instantly, and I felt her cum gush over my balls. She hooked her feet behind my ankles, leaned back, and held onto my neck with both hands. I slid one hand down, one up, gripping her breasts like handles, and renewed my assault on her pussy. It took a few minutes before she reached another climax. I felt the power I'd used to ravage her, and then some, flow into me as she did.

Gasping for air, Cindy pulled her sweaty blonde locks together and draped them over the front of her shoulder. "Jesus, Frank. I don't know where you learned to do that, but that was just about seven different kinds of perfect."

I kissed the newly exposed back of her neck. "What can I say, you bring it out of me."

"Mmm," she said, rubbing my swollen balls. "You still haven't gotten off."

I licked her earlobes. "Getting there."

"Let's try something different," she said. Showing a propensity for contortion that I'd never realized she possessed, Cindy raised one thigh up to her chest, slid around without rising off my cock, and draped that one leg over my shoulder, the other nestled between my legs. Again, she wrapped both hands tightly around my neck. The softness of her inner thigh pressed slightly against my balls. She stared hungrily into my eyes, kissing me furtively, as she gyrated from side to side, taking me deeper and deeper into her womb.

I planted one hand on her nearer ass check, which was stretched taut. The sharp curve of her thick, hard buttocks meeting her sleek thighs was unlike anything I'd ever felt. With my other hand, I cupped one of her soft breasts.

Was it the most effective position ever? Not really. But the novelty of it, the flexibility it required, and the way it let me explore her luscious curves with my hands while staring into her beautiful blue eyes, definitely had the intended effect.

And on top of that, I was fairly sure she was doing something inside my head. All of a sudden, every sensation was twice as intense. Jolts of electricity shot up my palms as they ran over her smooth skin. My hands had become sex organs on par with the foreskin of my cock. Simply touching her was almost overwhelmingly pleasurable.

My body erupted in one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever experienced. Cum blasted out of my cock. My head spun, and I found myself gasping for air.

Cindy smiled then pulled me in for a kiss. Her one leg was now pressed tight between our shoulders, which didn't strike me as particularly comfortable, but she didn't seem to care.

After a long, passionate kiss, she pulled back. Finally, she lowered her leg from my shoulder and started to climb out of my lap.

I pulled her back down by her round, tight ass cheeks. Her knees slid up onto the couch, pressed against my hips. She smiled, wiggled her nose at me while delivering a series of rapid-fire kisses. In between, she asked, "Thirst not quenched yet?"

"Not by a long shot," I said.

She ran her hands through my hair, pressed her nails into the nape of my neck with enough pressure to be arousing but far from painful. "That's good. Very good."

Without taking my hands from her ass, I pulled her into me, pushed her away, pulled her back in, bucking my hips at the same time. At first I tried to maneuver my hips to make sure my cock angled towards her G-spot. Then I remembered I didn't need to obey the laws of anatomy. I focused my effort, picturing my cock bending sharply back towards me, then curling back out again, like an plumber's snake. It pointed right at the spongy flesh immediately above her opening, stimulating the pleasure center behind her clitoris.

Cindy gasped and collapsed against my chest, arms like rubber. "Oh, yes, yes, keep doing that! Holy shit, that's amazing!"

I slapped her ass hard, and picked up my pace.

Her breathing accelerated. You could almost believe she was running a race, so rapid and heavy was her panting against my neck.

Then I upped the ante farther, taking her earlobe in my mouth and making it just a little bit less sensitive than her clit. Like she'd done to my hands.

The blood rushing through her as she came sent waves of heat rolling off her. Or maybe it wasn't blood. Perhaps it was only on a metaphysical level that I felt her climax spread through her body. But one way or another, I felt it, and I drank it in greedily.

Finally, Aunt Cindy poured herself from my lap onto the floor, limbs too weak and shaky to stand up. A smile spilt her cheeks though. "Wow," she managed after a time.

I knelt down and kissed her on the forehead, ran my hands through her sweaty hair. "Thanks for that. Get yourself a drink. I have a feeling you'll be up and going again soon."

Her eyes glassy, she looked in my general direction. Her head nodded hollowly and she scrambled to her feet, with generous assistance from the coffee table. Her knees buckled a few times as she made her way over to the minibar, but each step was marginally more confident, more steady, than the one before.

I wasn't sure how I knew this was possible, but I'd siphoned just the right amount of energy off of her to get a huge boost without putting her out of commission for more than a few minutes. Had I taken any more, she would need some real time to recover.

Iva was still riding Dad with abandon. His eyes were rolled back, his tongue hanging out, and I wasn't sure if he even knew what was happening any more or if she was just using his stiff dick as a flesh-and-blood dildo.

For a moment, I just sat and watched my aunt work. Damn, she was beautiful. Blondes weren't my type, and while she was a bit softer than her sister, she still wasn't quite as voluptuous as I preferred. Her ass could afford to be a good deal bigger, though it was pretty nicely shaped. But I had to admit, her breasts were pretty much perfect. Much as I did enjoy playing with Mom's oversized funbags, even I had to admit they didn't look right. Looking at Mom was like looking at a Dali painting. She looked too realistic to be anything other than real, but at the same time, you knew that it was impossible for what you were seeing to occur. Iva had a slamming body, but not one that defied logic.

And she was awfully pretty. Those soft, full lips. Those big, brown eyes. That porcelain skin. Perfect bone structure. Her smile could melt any man's heart.

I came up behind her, pushed her knees towards one another, forcing Dad's legs together at the same time. Leaning over her, I nibbled her shoulder, neck and ears.

"Hey, there, stud," she said. "Cindy couldn't keep up with you?"

"Nope. Looks like Dad's not much more use to you either."

She kept thrusting. "Sure he is. Not sure he's with me mentally, but he's still hard."

I licked my thumb, ran it in circles around her asshole, pushed gently against the smooth flesh. Her ass opened up readily, as if it was no harder for her to open it wide than it was her mouth. My thumb slid all the way in to the second knuckle.

"Mmm," she said. "That's nice. Would you like to join the party?"

"Don't mind if I do."

I opened my legs wide, as if sitting on a stool that wasn't there, and lined my fat cock up with her gaping ass hole as I took my thumb out. Her hole didn't close.

After the head was inside her, she finally started to relax, letting her hole close around my cock. Slowly, easing no more than an eighth or a quarter of an inch farther in with each mini-thrust, I worked my way in until I was balls-deep.

With the last stroke, my pelvis pressed against her buttocks, Iva gasped. "God, it's huge. I thought it was just going to keep going, inch after inch, forever."

"Can you handle it? I can make it smaller."

"No, no, keep it the way it is," she said. One hand still planted on Dad's meaty shoulder, she reached back with the other, running her soft palm down my cheek. "Good fucking lord of monkey balls, it's big though."

My hands cupped her huge breasts. Quite a bit bigger than Cindy's. They were nowhere near as large as Mom's monsters, but for her petite frame, they were awfully generous. And they felt wonderful. Her thick nipples were firm, but puffy, despite standing at attention so much that there could be no doubt that they were fully engorged.

At first, I kept up with her pace, the two of us moving as one as she impaled herself on my passive father's still erect cock. But before long, I started to add an undercurrent, thrusting into her two or three times for every slap of her hips against Dad's thighs. I picked up the pace further still, and soon my balls slapped into her ass five times as often as she rocked back and crashed forward onto Dad's cock. She was shuddering almost constantly.

Then I remembered what Cindy had done to me and I to her. I gradually made Iva's nipples more sensitive. I did the same to her neck, which I was still licking and kissing.

I wasn't sure I could imagine anything better. She smelled so good. Felt so good. The way she moved, the sounds of pure ecstasy she made. I wasn't going to last long either.

Though I'd almost though I'd poured too much energy into amplifying her tactile senses, risking sensory overload, she held out. Her breathing accelerated, and she shuddered with ecstasy far more often. There was no question it was having some effect.

But nowhere near what I'd thought it would have.

However, when she at last succumbed to the looming orgasm, I almost thought she was having a seizure. Hwever, I came at the same time. My balls convulsed as they pumped my hot cum into her ass. So neither of us got to feed off the other.

With a series of soft kisses on the back of her neck and across her shoulders, more affectionate than sexual, I pulled out and stood back. Iva climbed slowly, shakily, out of Dad's lap. But she recovered almost immediately.

For my part, I felt a bit shaky too. Not much more than her, if at all. But with all the effort I'd put forth, I'd rather expected a different outcome.

Iva glided over to me. One hand sought purchase on my bulging biceps. The other ran down my hair, over my cheek. Her provocative lips were flushed deep red. "That was...," she didn't finish the sentence, just smiled.

I kissed her deeply. It was one of the best kisses I'd ever experienced. Those lips were almost unfair. What man could hope to resist her?

With a playful tap for one of her supple ass cheeks, I led her to the mini-bar.

Cindy stood there, rubbing her pussy almost absent-mindedly. Her eyes looked more focused though. With one hand still on the small of Iva's back, I slid the other up and down the swell of Cindy's ass. "Feeling better?"

She leaned back. "Better? Is it possible to feel better than you just made me feel?"

"Less weak, then," I asked.

Cindy nodded slowly. "Yes. Not ready for another go yet, but soon."

"Good," I said. "You should see if you can't feed some energy to Dad. Do you know how to do that?"

"Yeah," she said. "I know what to do."

I kissed her a few more times, slapped her gorgeous ass, and then turned my attention back to Iva. If I'd done anything to faze her, she'd already good and recovered.

"Hey there," I said, pressing myself against her back while she fixed herself a drink.

"Sent my sister away so you could have me to yourself, huh?" she asked.

I slid a hand up her stomach, which was just a little soft, towards her huge breasts. With the gentlest touch that still technically qualified as touching, I ran a finger over a swollen nipple. As I did, I buried my face in her neck, smelling her hair.

"Don't tell me you're getting weak already?" she added.

I chuckled. "No, no. Plenty of life left in me yet."

The door to Dad's office opened. Mark walked in, a manilla folder tucked under his arm. "Here for my--" He surveyed the scene, jaw agape. He glanced from me and the women to Dad, and back. Then he glanced behind him, as if he was considering leaving.

"Come on in," I said.

He looked at Dad, who was slowly stirring.

"You sure?" The question wasn't direct at me, but all of us.

"Oh, absolutely, baby," Cindy said, a hand on her hip. "Mommy's been wondering when she'd get the chance to see what Iva's been raving about."

Mark cleared his throat, skittered into the room, and closed the door behind him.

I didn't take my hand off of Iva's lovely breast. Nibbling her neck a few more times, I asked, "You hear that? Another toy for you to play with."

"Or for Cindy to play with," she said with a bit of a sharp edge.

I wasn't sure what to make of that.

"Looks like she forgot about reviving Dad."

Iva shrugged. "Guess so."

Cindy had pulled Mark into the couch caddy-corner to the one Dad was trying to evacuate. Her shapely legs were tucked under her heavenly ass, her hands holding Mark's in her lap. She nuzzled his neck, whispered in his ear.

Sighing, I went over to Dad. "You okay?"

He nodded, the movement slow and lifeless, like a puppet. "Working on it."

I refreshed his bourbon and bought it to him. When I handed it to him, I passed some of my energy to him. I don't know what that made me uneasy. Just because we normally only exchanged energy during orgasm didn't mean I was having a sexual experience wit my father. I was just helping to rejuvenate him. That was all. He blinked his eyes a few times, took a sip of his bourbon. "She really took it out of me."

"Can't get enough of you. She didn't even stop after you went zombie on her."

He smiled, gave his cock a shake. "I've got the goods."

I looked away. "Yeah, you have." Without looking at him, I clapped him on the shoulder. "Come on, pop. No falling down on the job."

"No, not me," he said, finally getting to his feet.

Within a few minutes, Dad and Mark were giving it to Cindy good. Dad was fucking her mouth and Mark her snatch. Mark's eyes were about ready to pop out of his head, and his movements were overly enthusiastic.

"You didn't have to do that," Iva said when I came back to stand by her. "And you could have told Mark to get lost. He looked about ready to do so anyway."

"I know. But it's not like I can handle the two of you by myself."

She fretted at her obnoxiously full upper lip with her glistening tongue. Jesus, that was hot. "That's pretty sweet of you." There was a less than subtle tone of surprise in her voice. And something else. Admiration?

I shrugged. "Well, I'm not above trying to trade in the brownie points it sounds like I just earned, so don't be too impressed."

She laughed, then leaned in, her mouth so close to my ear that I could feel her hot breath. "Duly noted. What do you say you give me that beautiful cock of yours one more time before we rejoin the others and we'll call it a wash, hmm?"

As we fucked each other, I had the sense that it must have looked like we were trying to push ourselves bodily inside one another. Despite being tangled together, lips locked, holding hands with fingers squeezed tight enough to send jolts of pain up our arms, our other arms wrapped tight around each other's necks, and our hips rushing to meet the other's thrust, it was as if we both still had an intense need to get even closer.