[Note to Readers: This is not a story with quick short sex scenes, and is longer than any other chapter in the series so far. So if a short stroker is your goal, it might not suit you. The reason it is long though is because of very detailed sex scenes, as well as an attempt to explore the mind of an inexperienced eighteen year old girl-that part is even more invented than the rest of the story. My thanks to meRicky for a proofread. All errors or omissions remain mine]
"Grandpa, wake up."
This was the tenth morning that eighteen year old Sally had been given the task of her grandfather's wake-up call, so it was special. Of course, each morning was special. Sally had undergone an intense incestuous sexual education in the short time she had been substituting for her deceased Grandma Edna. Starting out as a very naive girl, educated in a girls only bible school, attending church every Sunday, she had learned about everything from handjobs to double penetration, and all sorts of steps in between, thanks not only to her grandfather, but also her Mom and Dad.
Today WAS special though, because yesterday, Sally's Mom had invited a classmate, Beatrice, over for the day, and a sleepover. Beatrice's parents served on a church committee with Sally's folks, so the adults had always pushed the girls to be friends. Instead, much the opposite had happened. Beatrice had grown to be the leading mean girl at the Lost Salem Bible School for Girls, teasing Sally almost as much as she abused poor Esther Primm, the shyest girl on the school bus. The adults knew nothing of this, so persisted in trying to force a friendship to develop.
Much of the teasing was sexual in nature, but during the past 24 hours, Sally had the satisfaction of confirming that Beatrice had been a big talker when it came to sex, whereas Sally had vastly surpassed even Beatrice's wildest dreams when it came to wanton wickedness.
The day had started off strangely, when Mom had allowed Beatrice to follow her upstairs, even though Mom had to have known that Sally, her Dad and grandfather were busy having a wake-up three-way fuck in Grandpa's room. On the ninth day of Sally's sexual indoctrination, the two men had first introduced Sally to being 'spit roasted' and then had taught her about double penetration. Beatrice had arrived just in time to get an eyeful of the simultaneous organs that had filled two of Sally's holes with great gobs of goo, and Sally's lean teen body still shaking with excitement.
Sally had loved seeing Beatrice's 'deer in the headlights' expression, after all the times Beatrice had teased Sally and Esther about their naivete. She had to wonder whether Mom had brought the visitor upstairs at that moment just to stir the pot. Sally had learned enough about her Mom's adventuresome nature that it was very possible that the mature woman wanted to see Beatrice's reaction, as a way to gauge the potential for further play.
"Hi, are you here for a play date?" Sally had asked brightly, riffing on her own thoughts. She hadn't had a play date since she had entered puberty, but adult games brought out the kid in her- joyous, energetic, bouncy. Knowing that grown up play involved bending bodies not Barbies, made Sally eager to explore.
Beatrice's expression had been frozen from the moment she had realized that her classmate was filled with family fucksticks, fluid leaking out of her cunny down her inner thighs. Sally's comment had caused Beatrice's eyebrows to arch, eyes darting nervously. For an instant, Sally wondered if she had pushed things to far too fast, and if Beatrice might bolt. Sally was still horny enough that she had hoped not -- she had found thoughts of playing sexually with another woman besides her Mom creeping into her masturbatory fantasies. She had been a bit distressed when she had started to picture Beatrice as the other woman- and now, here Beatrice was, in the flesh, staring at Dad's still semi-turgid cock flopping out of Sally's anus.
Now if Beatrice did not bolt, Sally might get to fulfill a fantasy or three.
Beatrice had not bolted.
"Beatrice tells me that she has already had breakfast," Mom had broken the silence. "But I bet she's never eaten cream pie before."
Beatrice's lower lip and chin had dropped, almost as if she was about to claim that Boston cream was her favourite pie. Then sally had noticed that her classmate was staring at Grandpa's seed dripping down Sally's leg, as Dad's deposit dribbling out of Sally's ass toward the floor. Beatrice's tongue had told the tale, flicking out along her pendulous lip.
"I...I...never..." she had stammered.
Sally thought at that moment that, for all her talk on the bus, Beatrice must still be a virgin. She resolved to have fun corrupting her tormentor. To begin, she had dipped a finger down along her own thigh, running it through the trail of Grandpa's semen up to the spot where his cock still nestled in her opening. She ran the creamy goodness along her own lips, her tongue tasting the flavour, and then she had stretched her arm out toward Beatrice.
The curvy brunette, so different in body shape from Sally, had stepped tentatively forward into Grandpa's room, her eyes fixed on Sally's outstretched digit. No longer hidden behind Mom, Sally had a chance to consider how she might enjoy cuddling those curves. Though her mother had a mature figure, Sally sensed that a young buxom woman, eighteen like Sally, but with womanly hips, might be more fun than just a bed warmer. But Sally was getting ahead of herself. First, she had run her fingertip around Beatrice's lips, slowly drawing her arm back towards her own body, willing her new toy to step deeper into the room.
Once Sally could feel the heat of Beatrice's body, she had dropped her hand to her cunny again, raising it swiftly with a fresh dollop of cream, with which she had painted her lips. Beatrice had silently stepped even closer, closing the gap, until Sally could feel the faintest of sensations as Beatrice's clothed nipples brushed Sally's exposed chest. Just that casual touch sent shivers racing through Sally's spine. Her cunny clenched around Grandpa's cock, causing it to stiffen afresh.
Beatrice had followed Sally's fingertip right to Sally's lips. Without a word, the two classmates kissed, tits squashed together. They had simultaneously lowered their arms and squeezed each other's buttocks. Sally was amazed how natural this felt. It was just like she had dreamt of. She was so excited that she stuck her tongue past Beatrice's lips. He brunette's teeth parted, allowing their tongues to touch. Sally wished that she had a mouthful of come to share and made a mental note to find time to try that later.
Sally had loved the feeling of Beatrice's boobs pushed up against hers. She had slid her hands up Beatrice's back, finding a substantial three hook bra hidden under the practical dress. Her fingers had fumbled with the clasp until her Mom had stepped forward and expertly popped the hooks loose. This had released Beatrice's boobs inside her dress, giving Sally's hands easy access to cup and knead the flesh. She had confirmed that the nipples were diamond hard.
Beatrice had been startled by that intimate touch; the spell created by the lust caused by watching Sally's double penetration experience broken. She had pulled her face away from Sally's. Sally had responded by running her hands down Beatrice's back gently but firmly, the way that her Dad had taught her to calm a skittish filly. As Beatrice had relaxed again, Sally had bunched fabric in her fists and pulled Beatrice's dress up, all the better to rip off the youngster's practical panties. Beatrice had not protested. Her rear end wriggled as if it had a life of its own.
"I've quit wearing panties around the house. When my cunny isn't being used, it needs to air out," Sally had explained, "and if you're going to stay over, you need to follow the house rules."
Sally had sort of made up the part about house rules. No one had actually sat down or stood up and articulated the ground rules of the newly sexualized household. Though it seemed clear that Mom was the queen bee, that did not explain how the males seemed free to use Mom at will., or Sally's expanding role.
Figuring all of this out would have to wait for later, first Sally had to initiate her guest.
Sally had kneaded that plush flesh with both hands, and then had shifted one hand around to probe Beatrice's cunny. Sally had not been surprised to discover that it was already wet. She had wasted no time, dropping to her knees and treating herself to a taste of her classmate. Beatrice had a freshness that pleased Sally. Eating out her Mom had been fun, but this was even better. Sally's tongue did exactly what Sally loved having done to her- licking gently where the thighs met, then gently teasing the outer labia open. Only then did Sally's tongue tenderly probe between the lips of Beatrice's prize. She had then used her tongue like a miniature cock, thrusting into Beatrice, slowly at first to open the lips wider, but harder with each stroke. Once Beatrice's petals were fully spread, Sally had rolled her tongue in the opening, working her way up to the pearl.
Mom meanwhile had pressed her groin against Beatrice's naked backside and was fondling the youngster's generous boobs. Sally was too busy to be jealous.
Grandpa had followed Sally to the floor. His manhood had started swelling again inside his granddaughter. His hips began thrusting his cock in and out of his granddaughter's hungry cleft. Sally had become familiar enough with multiple partner sex that she kept right on lapping at her classmate's cunt, making Beatrice groan with passion. The brunette was starting to get weak in the knees and had grabbed a couple of handfuls of Sally's hair to try to keep from collapsing.
Mom had stepped away from Beatrice then. Beatrice had meowed in protest, but soon purred with pleasure as Dad had stepped up taking Mom's place. Sally had paused her efforts just long enough to notice the switch, but Dad's positioning captured her interest, so she divided her attention between teasing Beatrice, holding her on the peak of pleasure, and watching what was going on behind Beatrice.
