"That looks like fun, but what ever happened to my ginger ale?"
My stepdaughter Amanda had stumbled drunkenly into the kitchen where I had just butt fucked her Mother after doing the same to Amanda's BFF Kara. The two twenty year old vixens were staying with us for the holidays. Amanda's Dad had insisted that she get to know her baby half-brother no matter how much Amanda still resented her Mom's infidelity ending that marriage. Amanda had only met me once before - at the wedding - but seemed to view me as symbolizing all the guys Mom had fucked instead of Dad. The fact that I had proved myself incapable of not ogling the two young hotties had not helped, even though if Kara was to be believed, Amanda was as much of a slut as her Mom ever was.
Child rearing had taken the zest out of my marriage with Viola, so when I accidentally encountered Kara in the kitchen, when she came down to fetch fluids to replenish Amanda, who had barfed everything up following some New Year's eve frolicking, lust had overcome reason.
There had been a tense moment when Viola had walked in on us, but Kara's fascination with my wife's pendulous lactating udders had eased things quickly, especially once Viola had admitted that she had spent time watching me make out with the youngster, and fuck her previously virgin ass. After further sex play, Viola had decided that she too wanted to feel my meat pulsing in her bowel.
"Don't let me interrupt," Amanda spoke again filling the stunned silence, as she walked over to the fridge to seek a soda.
"I've got one here already losing fizz for you, sweetie," Kara spoke, indicating a can which by some miracle had not joined the shattered fruit bowl on the floor.
My cock softly flopped out of Viola's rear passage with an audible "plop" that echoed in the kitchen. All three women giggled.
Amanda had stepped within a foot or so of Viola, and almost as close to me, to reach for her ginger ale. She had to notice that my eyes, as they always did, roamed up and down and around her nubile body. Her face shone clean and fresh, suggesting that she had washed up a bit before heading downstairs, but her clothing was still a dishevelled mess. Her teeny tiny too tight white school girl blouse was limp, unbuttoned, the collar yellowed with a vomit stain. Her bubblegum pink nipples strained against the lacy white push-up bra. A flat expanse of spa tanned and toned stomach flowed to where the tartan school skirt was twisted sideways at her waist. She was a perfect expensive mess.
Kara did not hand Amanda the can. Instead, with an evil chuckle, my new lover raised the pop up above head level and said, "Open wide, baby - just like you do when you suck cock."
Amanda was too wasted, too tired, too thirsty to protest as Kara poured the liquid past Amanda's hungry lips. Most of it surged down my stepdaughter's swan-like throat, but ample amounts splashed on her chin and drizzled onto that valley of firm young boob flesh which was offered up perfectly to my eyes as Amanda arched her back.
Viola meanwhile was still excited, grinding her ass back against my groin, trapping my cock between her buttocks and massaging it back toward yet another erection. Without thinking, my hands reached around my wife and fondled her milk laden tits. I noticed that Kara licked her lips, her gaze torn between Viola and Amanda.
Before Kara was finished hydrating Amanda, I noticed that my hands were starting to feel wet. Viola's milk was seeping onto my palms, threatening to flow out from my fingers. Kara was staring at my milking activity. I removed one hand from a tit and held it out to the young woman. Kara grinned, tongue flicking along her lower lip.
"Can't do that and pour," she sighed, raising the can of ginger ale to direct the final drops toward Amanda's bird-like lips.
So I raised the hand to my mouth and licked.
"How does it taste?" Amanda asked, shocking all of us, I think.
"So good," Kara and I breathed in stereo.
"Do you want to try some, sweetie?" Viola asked. "You loved it when you were a baby."
"Yeah, because that makes this less weird," Amanda chortled, and then burped, making the rest of us join in her laughter.
Before the guffaws abated, though, my stepdaughter lowered her head to her mother's nipple for the first time in almost two decades. Viola placed a palm under one of her udders and lifted it up, all the better to angle her nipple up to her daughter's thirsty mouth. Amanda did not hesitate about latching on, lips tight to her Mother's flesh. "Don't be so gentle, make the milk really flow. Nurse me, get it out, I'm so full," Viola encouraged Amanda, fingers gently untangling knots in the youngster's messy hair.
I watched Amanda's cheek working hard, ballooning full of milk; then hollowing as she swallowed and sucked some more. I imagined her tongue flicking across the tip, white sweetness seeping from ducts all over the nubbin.
"Yes...Yes...Yessss!" Viola starting moaning breathlessly and ended up screaming as Amanda harvested her Mother's sweet essence straight from the tit into her hungry thirsty mouth. I was still pressed tightly to Viola from behind and felt the excitement quake through her body as she had a minor orgasm just from this action.
Kara was not the sort to be left out for long. She stepped around right behind Amanda. First, she eased the filthy shirt off of her chum, but then she surprised me by unlatching the wispy bra, which floated to the floor. Kara reached around and began to tweak Amanda's nipples as she pressed her body tight against Amanda from behind, all the better to lean over Amanda's shoulder and begin to nurse on Viola's other tit.
I felt a hand slip under Viola's loins and reach around to where my cock had regrown to full tumescence. It just sat there for a few seconds, holding my hot hard member, but then it started to stroke my shaft. Slipping between Viola's ass and my cock, rubbing the tip against my wife's flesh while kneading my balls and caressing my shaft. I had no idea who it belonged to, but I was way past caring.
Viola squirmed, trapped between my body and the two youngsters feeding off of her excitedly. Later, I learned that was about the moment when Viola felt a finger slide between her labia, softly stroking her slit. She too had no idea who owned the finger, but was not about to stop when it felt so terrific.
If either of us had paused to consider carefully, it had to be Amanda's hands at work, since Viola and Kara were both busy. At the time, the thought that my bitter little stepdaughter would be fondling my manhood would have boggled my mind - as if the tight knot of writhing four way foreplay was not weird enough.
Amanda came up for air, a dollop of breast milk dangling from her lip.
