Her and I casually sipped our beers as her hand yanked my crank in a slow up and down motion. Johnny's eagerness took over shortly and he began to eat her pussy faster. The quicker his tongue plowed through her love canal the faster her hand pulled on my dick.
"OOOHH Baby, you sure know how to eat Mommy's pussy," she purred.
Her hand became a blur on my shaft as Johnny kicked it into overdrive, assaulting her steamy wet slit with his entire face. Pre-cum dripped from my dick in big drops, landing on her chest as I stepped as close to her as I could. My eyes were slits now, my balls tightening in knots as my cum boiled deep in my sack. Carla knew what was coming; she aimed my rod toward her chest and pumped even faster. My knees buckled a little from the force of my orgasm.
"HOLY CRAP!!" I hollered, as spurt after spurt of sticky white spunk splashed her chest, coating one small tit completely.
Like a deranged maniac she dropped her beer, pushed Johnny away from her cunt and lay down on the floor in front of him.
"FUCK ME JOHNNY! FUCK ME NOW!!" she screeched.
I collapsed into her vacant chair and watched Johnny rip his briefs down enough to pull out his raging manhood. With no care about hurting her, or getting my jizz on himself, he crawled between her widely splayed legs and jammed all his meat into her sopping pussy in one mighty thrust. Like a gerbil on steroids he slammed his Mother's pussy with so much force her tiny breasts rocked wildly on her chest. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her legs twitched spasmodically as her son pile drove into her squishy sounding cunt. I could hear the sound of Johnny's balls battering her buttocks right before he squealed like a pig and flooded her cunt with an ungodly amount of dick cream. My cock was at half-mast just from the sounds of their fucking.
Exhausted from his efforts, Johnny rolled off and lay beside her on the floor breathing like an asthmatic. The thought that he might die from lack of oxygen vanished from my brain as soon as I saw Carla's soaked pussy staring up at me. Spunk was everywhere, matting what hair she hadn't trimmed, and oozing in a river down the crack of her ass.
"MORE!" she cried, apparently not satisfied from the beating her pussy had just taken.
The word "Impulse" flashed through my brain as I said "what the hell," and slid between Carla's opened legs. My cock was fully hard when I thrust past the outer folds of her leaking cunt and up into her well-lubricated tunnel. Immediately her legs went up around my ass and pulled ten inches of rock hard rod deep into her wetness. She managed to force the rest of me inside her when her hips started wildly bucking up and down off the floor. Lust took over, and if she wanted to get fucked hard, then who was I to deny her. Squish, squish, squish came the sound from her pussy as I hammered my whole cock into her quivering hole. Splat, splat, splat could be heard as my balls bounced off her small, soft, cum coated butt. The knowledge that I was taking sloppies didn't even slow me down; release was all I was after.
"YES! YES! NOOOWWWWW!!" Carla screamed as we came together in a mind searing, cunt-flooding explosion of animalistic lust.
Using the last of my energy I rolled off her onto the floor, desperately trying to catch my breath. One of my legs was flopped over one of hers; I could feel her trembles still running through it. All three of us smelled like we'd been fucked hard and put away wet. The smell of bodily fluids permeated the air we sucked in.
"Oh man, I think I'll be walking bow-legged for a week after that," Carla giggled between breaths.
"We stink," Johnny added.
"Let's take a shower together," Carla suggested.
It was almost twenty minutes before we were finally able to get off the floor and head to the bathroom. Keeping Carla between us, Johnny and I relaxed while she took turns scrubbing us down, giving each of our pricks a quick kiss when she was done. She stood still while we lathered her body in jasmine scented soap, spreading the lather everywhere except on her cunt. She wouldn't let us touch her there because she said it was too sore. We did get to palm her tits and ass though. Once we were done, and dried, I went into the front room to get dressed. Carla wrapped a large towel around herself and followed me; Johnny stumbled to his room saying he was going to take a nap.
"Thanks again for a great fuck Tucker," Carla whispered in my ear as her hand fondled my limp dick, making it hard to pull my pants on.
"Anytime Mrs. Macintyre, uh, I mean Carla," I said tugging my pants the rest of the way up.
"I'm going to hold you to that. Right now I think I need a nap too," she left me standing there and disappeared down the hall.
The carry case slung over my shoulder bumped against my thigh as I made my way home. Not wanting to damage the laptop I was forced to go slower than I wanted, the thoughts of what Johnny had said about the pictures on it urging me to go faster. After I put my bike away, I trotted up to my room not registering how quit the house seemed to be.
The first thing on my agenda was to plug in the laptop and check out that picture folder. After that I figured I'd set the camera up and do a dry run to check things out. Johnny had high-end gear and it took no time for the computer to completely boot up. On the screen were icons for various programs, including one for the camera and another showed the image of a folder. We all know which one I clicked on first.
The screen filled with a list of files, about thirty in all. Most were designated as jpegs, but near the bottom of the page was one mpeg file. I ran the mouse cursor to the navigation bar and clicked view, then thumbnails. Bingo! Pictures of Carla in different poses filled the screen. Most were shots of her playing with herself and a few showed her stuffing a large dildo into her twat. In every one of the pictures she was smiling from ear to ear. I smiled back at her while rubbing my dick through my pants. After several long, long minutes of salivatating over the photos I clicked on the mpeg file. The timer on the media player showed the clip would run for six minutes. I hit play.
The clip showed Carla lying on the same bed as the photos. She had her knees pushed up to her chest and held in place by her arms over her thighs. One hand was savagely ramming the large dildo into her box as the other hand worked her clit. I watched in total fascination as she roughly fucked herself, the fake cock getting shinier and shinier from her juices. Faster and faster she plunged the dildo in and out of her cunt until she started to tremble. There was no sound, but I saw her mouth open in an O as her feet dropped to the mattress. Her hips began to bounce wildly for a couple minutes before she raised her ass completely off the bed and locked herself in this position, the unmoving dildo shoved all the way into her furry snatch. I felt pre-cum wetting my thigh as she shook for a while then collapsed down. If Johnny thought he had taped this on the sly, then he was sadly mistaken. Carla's eyes had never looked away from the camera's lens the entire time.
I had to sit there for a short time to let the swelling in my cock go down before I could move. The quality of the clip was pretty good, not high-def good, but good nonetheless. I took the camera out and activated it with the laptops program. Holding it up at arms length I watched myself in real-time as I pointed the lens in my direction. The fact that it didn't have sound began to bother me. I didn't think Johnny would get one that had no sound, so I called him and asked about it. He told me to look on the side. There was a tiny switch that read, mic on, mic off. Great I thought as I used my thumbnail to move the switch to the on position. I was now ready to put it in the hall and check how good it would work.
Passing Julie's open door I stopped in my tracks. She was lying on her stomach with her legs over the side from the knees down. What really captured my attention was the way her pink nightshirt had ridden up over her sweet round ass, leaving her cheeks completely exposed. The fact that she wasn't wearing panties made my palms itch to touch her bare skin. Slipping into her room I went and stood near her feet. Her legs were parted just enough for me to see all the way up to her freshly shaved twat. The inner lips of her cunt looked damp and inviting nestled between the smooth puffy outer folds; too inviting.
Everyone thinks that I sleep like a log, but in reality, it's Julie who could sleep through a hurricane. Knowing that I didn't hesitate to put the camera down and spread her legs wider by her ankles. With the camera back in hand I started scanning it over her legs, then further up until it was pointed right at her pussy. Kneeling by the side of the bed between her legs I snaked my free hand up past her thighs and let my fingers touch her hot flesh. She was damp. The impulse to poke my finger into her grew until I couldn't control it. Extending my forefinger out, I lightly ran the tip of it through the softness of her slit, going deeper and deeper each time. I held the camera at what I hoped was the right distance, so it wouldn't come out blurry as my finger sank steadily into her wet hole. Her muscles rippled around my digits as my finger pushed in until it was buried up to my knuckles. Watching her cunt lips cling to my moist finger each time I pulled it back out had me hard as a rock. Small moans began to trickle out of her mouth the faster I fingered her slick tunnel.
"That feels so good Daddy," she whimpered softly when I twirled my finger inside her increasingly wet cunt.
I froze, my finger not moving in or out. Daddy? What the fuck! Did she just call out for Dad? I'll be a son-of-a-bitch I thought. My sister has Daddy issues. For some strange and perverted reason, the thought that Julie might want to fuck Dad really turned me on. I began to move my finger faster than before, a picture of Dad banging the shit out of her swirling around my head.
"Oh God, I'm cumming Daddy," Julie moaned in her sleep as her ass pushed back on my knuckles.
I kept my finger lodged in her quivering cunt until she settled down and a small snore let me know she was still asleep. Standing up I sniffed my finger, then stuck it in my mouth and sucked her juices from it. Damn, my sister has one tasty pussy I thought to myself as I retreated back to my room. I shot my second load into some tissue as I watched the new clip for the third time. The rest of the day was a blur. I did get the camera put up in the hallway before I went down for supper.
