Disclaimer: All characters portrayed are over 18 years old when any sexual activities are depicted. The tale contains incestuous sex between consenting adults, as well as homosexual sex between women and men. If you have an issue with this kind of material, please do not read. If you are under the age of eighteen, leave. You are not welcome to read this material.
This chapter takes place the morning and day after we visited the beach. We missed church and got chastised for it. Dez's dad rushed from his home in Louisiana, expecting to see his daughter perished from drowning. After the confusion is cleared up, life goes on, until my Mom and Dad figure out what's going on. My uncle and aunt are faced with a demanding daughter. Grand then steps in to correct the uncorrectable.
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I reckon we overslept. The four of us were surrounded by sand and lay exhausted on the large canvas we used for our orgy of pleasure the night before. In the shadow of the dunes, we began to stir. The sun peaked at around ten o'clock over the eastern dune. As I looked at my watch, I realized that we had really fucked up. We were late for the event that took place every Sunday morning at eleven: church. We knew we wouldn't make it, but perversely, we didn't care. The activities the day and evening before could only have been made in hell. Therefore we knew we shouldn't show ourselves in a sanctuary of God. We had seen our parents' God before, and He definitely wasn't smiling at us at that moment. As a matter of fact, no one on the face of the earth could have argued with that truth.
I looked at Johnny. He understood the ramifications of what it meant to miss church at our age with the families we shared. There was a shrug of his shoulders as we both realized it was too late to do anything about it. The girls could see our silent communication and understood the meaning as well. There could be no way to ensure we would make it to church, an hour away, on time.
"We are so fucked, Ricky," he commented.
"I know, cuz! There will be no repentance allowed this time," I replied. "You know the shittiest part of all this. It might just be the straw that broke the camel's back with Grands. I hate to let her down, but it would be dangerous to try to get there on time. The traffic is atrocious." Now, I didn't know that the traffic was terrible, but it seemed to me to be an excellent excuse to not rush.
We pondered whether we needed to get to a payphone to call to let everyone know we were safe. Instead, we decided to get one more good fuck in before we packed up and left, you know...the stupidity of youth and all. Molly chose Dez. That left me with Johnny. I still wasn't ready to succumb to what he desired, so I decided to watch the girls and masturbate lazily. I lay away from the girls to have a good view of what they were going to show us. Johnny chose to sit by me. Before he sat down, he asked me if it would be alright. I acquiesced, nodding toward the canvas beside me, showing where I thought it would be appropriate for him to join me. I would be comfortable without worrying he was going to try something with me.
Except for those few times that we went to the beach, we were naked the entire time we had been in the dunes. During the day, when we went to the actual beaches, we had to wear suits to avoid indecency consequences as there were no nude beaches in the are. As it was, we looked upon each other with a lust that was only meant for us.
The first kiss Molly gave Desirea was so tender I could even feel it on my lips. Johnny moaned deeply in response to the two beautiful cousins making out in front of us. I didn't ever remember kissing someone with that much tenderness. When Dez returned Molly's advances with a delicate kiss, I realized that their kisses had turned me on more than I would ever have believed. I looked at Johnny to see if the caresses had the same effect on him. With his cock climbing its full eight-inch plus length, I knew it had.
I blatantly stared at Johnny's cock. I didn't understand what size they did to a woman, how turned on they seemed and anticipated the fullness they would experience. I knew I was staring, but only out of curiosity. I knew for sure, in my heart, I didn't want to interact with the beast. I did, however, feel drawn to its power.
Molly had descended on Desirea's tit. She tongued and licked each nipple while engulfing the entirety of her areola. Dez threw her head back with an effect that I assumed was totally filled with desire. I have a real difficult time determining what another person is feeling. Still, I knew instantly Dez was enjoying Molly's antics to the fullest.
There was the typical girl-girl stuff going on, but I was having a difficult time with was Johnny's cock. Every time the girls would do something exciting, Johnny's cock would react. There was no way I could concentrate on the girls while he put on his show. I found I was bothered by the appearance of his lewdness.
"Like what you're lookin' at, cuz?" Johnny asked, kind of bewildered that I was glaring him down.
"What?" I exclaimed, sort of startled.
"You know...your eyes have been on my cock the entire time. Not glances, mind you, but full stares. I don't really know if you've watched the show over there."
"It's difficult to concentrate with your cock bein' next to me. I mean..."
"What DO you mean, Ricky?"
"...nothing, Johnny."
At that immediate moment, Dez let out a moan to capture both our attention. I could tell by the arch in her back, exactly what happened. Desirea had an orgasm just from having her breasts suckled and fondled.
"Damn, that is so hot," both Johnny and I commented almost simultaneously. We looked at each other and laughed. I realized at that moment, Johnny wasn't gay; he just enjoyed sex. Sex with anyone. I wished I could be as free as he seemed.
Dez, visibly shaken by what Molly had done to her, moved to reciprocate the orgasm. There was no way, with our positioning, that we could see everything that Dez was doing as she moved from Molly's breast downward. The imagination has an unbelievable ability to fill in the blanks. When Desirea was in between Molly's thighs moving her head serendipitously, we knew she was giving Molly an incredible treatment. As Dez's head moved up and down, Johnny and I visualized her tonguing Molly's slit from bottom to top. We knew she was fluttering her tongue on Molly's clit when she moved her head side to side. The moment Dez stopped moving her head, Johnny and I envisioned her tongue deep in Molly's cunt, fucking it for all it was worth, lapping back and forth, sucking the juices as they flowed. When I thought Molly had enough, Dez flipped her so that she would have access to her rosebud. I had never seen Dez attack an ass before, but she demolished Molly's in a way I would have never imagined.
Slowly, the burn built, until Molly was crying, screaming Desirea's name. Johnny looked at me to see how I was taking the unbridled passion from the lesbian show. I was still calmly putting my hand up and down my dick, always edging my orgasm and then backing down. I was turned on beyond compare to what I had ever seen from the two of them. If someone had asked me to describe the single most erotic experience of my life, that was the moment. Watching Desirea and Molly succumbing to the wanton desires of same-sex lustfulness was, by far, the most amazing sexual experience I ever had. At least ones that I did not personally participate.
Soon, Molly began trembling and rapidly shaking with the throes of her own massive cum. Johnny and I could almost see Dez's face drenched by Molly's juices. The enormous expenditure of orgasmic release settling on our lover's face. I witnessed the moment when Molly rolled her eyes into the back of her head. It was so amazing; one could call it unseasonably sweet. Molly, in her best form, passed out from the sheer bliss. The orgasm took complete control of sweet Molly, rendering her useless for several minutes.
Dez turned her lust toward us, Johnny and I. I had no idea who she would choose, but was soon rewarded by a warm mouth over my erection, which seemed to have grown. I don't think I had ever been harder. At the same time, she positioned her backside to Johnny. He took the initiative to drive his cock deep into her willing receptacle. Dez brought me close to nirvana several times. Still, realizing how close I was, she decided to back off to recover before proceeding.
I felt Johnny disengage. I suddenly realized Molly had rejoined the fray, pulling Johnny away to have him focus on her. Dez had decided that she was empty, so she took her mouth away, twisted around, and sat on my cock. It was immediate. I was so close to losing it, but she sat and allowed me to accommodate the feeling.
Why was I worried about making it to church? Really, I had no idea. The love I felt, the lustfulness we were experiencing, was by far, in my humble opinion, heaven. Dez, Molly, Johnny, and I had taken incestuous behavior to the ultimate limit. Every time I would get close to cumming, Dez would back off. She knew what she was doing. I really believed she wanted me to have the best fucking cum of my life. There seemed to be a drive to her to accomplish that feat.
