0 comments/ 130641 views/ 6 favorites Kissing the Bride: The Mother By: sirhugs Ruth had just returned home to find her daughter, Kimmy, half out of a slutty wedding gown. I was dressed only in shorts I had hastily pulled up to hide my erection , created by Kimmy vamping me as she told tales about her wild days as a single woman. Kimmy hoped her confessions would inspire me to convince Ruth to agree with her preference of dress. After Kimmy left the room, Ruth and I ha d chuckled about the situation. Our marriage thrived on openness, and Ruthie had just confessed that she had stayed out the entire afternoon to see if I could enjoy the favours of her daughter. Now Ruth wanted to continue our discussion in the bedroom. "You didn't get laid?" I asked as we walked hand in hand to our master bedroom suite at the opposite end of the ranch house from Kimmy's quarters. Kimmy's fiancé, Eric's, Dad was rich, so they had figured out that by offering to pay, they could call the shots about the wedding. Still, we did nicely enough, between my accounting practice and Ruth sleeping her way to the top of her stock brokerage firm. We earned extra cash running a porn website out of the spare room. Ruth loved bringing her conquests home and secretly taping them as new product to web cast. She had also enticed many young women into posing for nude photo spreads. Our biggest remaining ambition was to recruit Melody Ann Thomas, who we knew liked sex, but whose rivalry with Kimmy had always created barriers. Melody Ann had all the right stuff to be a best selling player on the site. Since Kimmy had arrived a few weeks ago, though, the site was running on autopilot, with no new additions. Adding Melody Ann would be just what we needed to get the credit cards chiming again. "No. It would have been nice. Like I said, I wanted to give you time alone with Kimmy. Since you aren't her Dad, she likely would resist the incest taboo less than if a scene involved me. Or even me knowing." "She did seem nervous about that part. Though she did say 'As if squared'" "Huh?" Ruth was having a hard time saying much more as I was kissing her roughly, my hands pulling the hem of her dress up her hips. "She was telling me about her and Wendy. And said 'As if Mom would be shocked.'" "What about her and Wendy? And why squared?" Ruth moaned as I unclasped her bra, immediately squeezing her big breasts tightly together. Kimmy really had lucked out genetically. "Squared because she wants her cunt pierced as my wedding gift to her. I told her I would need to watch. She said as if I hadn't seen everything by that point." "Had you?" Ruth asked as I ran my tongue across her nipples. The absence of whisker burn confirmed her lack of male action this afternoon. "Not the thrill of seeing her respond to the erotic pain of piercing. I think I'll need to wear a cock ring to keep from coming in my pants if I watch that." I nibbled Ruth's right nipple, sliding my hand down her belly towards a pussy that undoubtedly was damp. I wondered if she sensed I was imagining she was Kimmy. Or whether that might turn her on a little bit extra. "So, what else did you learn?" "I'm not telling until you fill me in on your day." Listening to Ruth's recaps of her adventures never ceased to excite me. Sometimes, imagining it was even better than watching. We tumbled back onto the bed. The plush four-poster offered versatility for all sorts of bondage play, and peek a boo games. Ruth had cameras in the corners of the room, and one with a wide angle lense directly over the bed. Before Ruth lay back, I stripped her dress completely off. She unzipped me and licked at the tip of my cock, drawing a fresh spot of precum onto her tongue. She kissed me again, sharing the taste. I couldn't help but wonder if Kimmy's love of swapping cum with Wendy was also a trait inherited from her mom. Ruth stroked my cock gently as we snuggled on the bed, like two gal pals at a slumber party. "Well, first Eric's Mom, Greta Mason, and I met the caterers for the final food sampling. God, that woman is a tightass. I would love to get a strap-on up her butt for an hour. Ohh…what's this…your cock liked that image." I restrained myself from telling Ruth she could borrow a strap-on from Sadie Thomas, Melody Ann's mom. Though I sorta wondered if she already knew. Ruth had so many adventures that despite our 'no secrets' policy, she didn't get around to telling me about all of them right away. Ruth rewarded my surging shaft with a squeeze, and then bobbled my balls in her tiny hand as she continued. "There was one really cute serving girl. 'Danica' her nametag said. Just over from Lithuania apparently. Hardly spoke any English. The manager was afraid Eric's mom would be concerned, so he made Danica put on a bit of a show. I was getting damp watching. She was nervous, and the tip of her soft pink tongue kept poking out licking her lips as a nervous tic related to her concentration. I started imagining her tongue on my tits just like yours is now." "What was she like?" "She was tall, blonde, thin, athletic legs, great shapely calves, but with wide hips. Hardly any boobs, but what she had rode high and tight. She wasn't wearing a bra- she wouldn't need the support- and at one point Greta noticed Danica's nipples getting hard. She complained to the caterer. Told him it's all right for Danica to serve at the reception, but she has to wear a bra." "Now why would her nipples be hard?" "It just might have been because she was leaning close pouring my coffee, with the table hiding her from Greta or her boss. I quickly ran my hand up her skirt, to see what sort of panties she had on." "If she's a new immigrant, I bet they were cheap cotton bloomers." "Hush, silly man. She might be new, but I bet she got her job the old fashioned way. I felt just the teeniest bit of lacy thong covering her crack. She was damp already. As soon as I touched her slit, she started gushing. After, she made a point of being the one to help us with our coats, mumbling apologies in broken English. Greta thought it was about the hard nubs. I figured it was abut my fist getting dampened. While Greta yelled some more at the manager, I reassured her as best I could that the pleasure was all mine and I looked forward to doing more than just seeing her at the reception. I promised her a really good tip." "Like my tip?" "Ha. Ha. Funny man. Maybe if you area very good boy. Ohh….your cock really likes that idea. It's getting even stiffer." "Seymour. Kimmy named it." "How cute. What a nasty little daughter I have. Gotta love her. What else did she say?" "First, tell me about the rest of your day." "How about a little kiss for Seymour first?" Ruth slid down the bed and ran her tongue around the edge of my corona. "Did Wendy do that?" "Not to me. The only touching was when she put these on." I reached to my discarded shorts and pulled out the butterfly clamps. "And this." The cock ring. "Those are cute, but after I split from Greta, I went over to the new sex store behind the box stores, and bought you a treat. Pass me my purse." I had to get out of the bed. As I climbed back in, Ruth quickly shoved my entire shaft into her mouth. She had a talent for running her tongue around it without gagging. She did it only briefly. I lay back beside her as she showed me a small pair of what looked like battery clamps, connected by a rubberized wire. In the middle were a little switch and a plastic box. Ruth attached the teeth over my nipples and flipped the switch. A tiny current buzzed through my nipples, running down to my cock. "Hmm…Seymour likes that, I see. They work on the principle that you have nerves that connect your chest and your groin. Of course, I had the sales girl demonstrate them. First on her, then on me." "Was she cute, or just some pimply faced plump little Goth wannabe?" "Her name was Delia. Tall. Pale skin, like Goth, and wearing tight black leather pants with stiletto heels." "And on top?" "A see-through red top, with a black half corset with red lacy trim lifting and displaying her naked breasts under the shirt. It was stunning. Her hair was brown, but with dynamic highlights the same red as the shirt and the lace. Her makeup similarly ran to reds and black to set off her features and tie the look together." "Her breasts deserved display?" "I got a better look in the playroom where she demo'd the clamps. She had a ring in the right nipple, dangling a tiny ball of jade. Her nipples themselves were small, but perky, poking straight out and easily aroused. To show up under the shirt, she rouged them. Her tits might be a bit saggy and cone shaped without the corset, but they were pushed up into a stunning rack." "Did you suck on them?" "No, she wouldn't let me. Store policy, plus she didn't want the rouge smeared. She did fondle mine nicely. And then she demonstrated this." Ruth pulled another gizmo out of her purse. It resembled the set on my chest, but had a third wire. "Hook me up, Jeff. The third clamp is tiny, because it juices up the clit directly." Ruth squeezed my balls tightly and tickled behind them with her pinkie as I played electrician for her. "Did she lick your clit?" "She advised against that actually. Risk of a shocking experience for the tonguer. She showed me how it's more fun to get your asshole rimmed. Then she shoved a nice vibe up my rear to finish me off." "I bet you wanted to return the favour." "She was afraid another customer might come in and notice. But while she was wrapping up the purchases, she whispered how much I turned her on. She said no mature woman ever got her so hot, and that pussy juice was running down her legs." "Too bad she was wearing pants, and you didn't get a taste." "I did get Delia's home number. She does private parties. Once Kimmy moves out again, I think I'll see if she wants to be a web porn star. I'd love to see if I can train her to a leash, and make her your pet." "Sounds like she would be a lovely Christmas present. Was that the end of your adventures?" "Hardly. Delia's attentions were like cockteasing must be for a guy. She left me even wetter and hornier than playing with Danica had. I sat in my car wondering if I should drive out the Highway to Sappho's." "The lesbian joint?" "Yeah. I had visions of a finding a lonely blonde hard body in a tank top just waiting for me. But reality is the place would be full of desperate lonely old bull dykes that time of day. Then I realized that to a pretty young thing, I am one of those lonely old dykes. That just made me hungrier. By this point, I was cruising past my office, looking to se if anybody's car was in the lot, who might want a quickie." "But if they were in on Saturday, wouldn't it be to do stuff too urgent to take a sex break?" "You'd be surprised. A bit of afternoon delight can really perk up your energy. Remind me sometime to tell you that story. But I want to hear about Kimmy and Wendy." "Tell me about your afternoon first." "Well, there was no car in the lot. I was pretty peeved by then. Wishing I had stuffed my Ben Wa balls in before I left the house. I was about to give up and drive home, but…" Mid sentence, she stopped and dipped down to run her tongue around the base of my cock like an ice cream cone. "But what….?" Ruth blushed. That was unprecedented. In our ten years of open marriage, anything had gone. Nothing embarrassed my Ruthie. "Well, I was driving around, not sure what to do, when I saw Melody Ann Thomas hitchhiking." "But no one hitchhikes any more. It's not like when we were kids." What I was really thinking was 'how does MA hitching embarrass Ruth?' "When I pulled up, I saw Melody Ann was crying. She was wearing a really short green minidress. Up close, I could see she had no bra or panties on. Her nipple rings were flapping in the breeze. It took me a second to realize she was standing outside the Gonzo Bonzo." "The old disco? I thought it was closed years ago." "Yeah, but my firm floated a real estate trust to finance rehabbing it. Except this time it's opening as a strip bar." "What was Melody Ann doing there?" "When she dropped out of high school the day after she turned 18, Bob and Sadie insisted she find a job." "I know that. She was waitressing at America's Best Waffles out by the Bypass." "She got fired because the dried up old hag floor supervisor got tired of all the pervs hitting on her. As if it's Melody Ann's fault she's hot and men are all pigs?" "The bitch was probably just jealous. Or maybe a dyke who wanted Melody Ann for herself." "Brunhilda, Shewolf of the Flapjacks?" Ruth paused in her licking my cock to let out a real belly laugh. "Jeff, no matter how much I like sportfucking, I'll never leave. You always crack me up. Anyhow, Melody Ann was afraid to tell Sadie about it. Even though its miles away, she figured in she walked home down Main Street, she'd find a Help Wanted sign. The first place she saw one was Gonzo Bonzo. She was looking for a waitressing job. One look at her and they wanted her to dance. She was game, until they started pawing her and trying to get her to give them blowjobs. She may love sex, and be free and easy. But rape is another deal." "Absolutely." "Melody Ann was in no shape to go home. I took her to the ladies room at my office and got her cleaned up." Ruth blushed again. "I have to admit, we got a bit touchy feely there. I've never been with someone my daughter's age. It felt strange. Even more, it felt like I was taking advantage of her distressed state. As tempted as I was, I stopped with cuddling her a bit. Her dress was a lost cause, so I offered to take her to the Silken Images store down the street, but she was afraid to be seen in rags. So she told me her sizes and I picked the stuff up while she waited. Knowing how vulnerable she was, and that she is wanton at the best of times, I hurried because I imagined returning to find her tied to the boardroom table, blowing the boss while his secretary ate her. But, no one was there. She had regained her composure, and was nipping heavily on the flask of gin I had retrieved from the stash in the copy room." "How drunk was she?" I asked as Ruth paused to slurp my cock head into her mouth briefly. "Just enough that she fumbled with the clasps on the bra." "Let me guess. She asked you to help." "Yes. How did you- ohhh! She seduced me! Now I feel better." "Seduced you?" "Sure. I had to tuck the nipple rings inside the bra cups. I had never done that before. At first I was clumsy. Then I jus kept playing, flipping them in and out, and trying to get the right look. Of course, her nipples responded." "What were her nipples like?" "Ticklish. They look pretty average except for the silver rings- rust coloured, a size bigger than a pencil eraser, rashy little bumps speckling the areola. But as I touched them, she giggled, then spurted then burst out laughing. Meanwhile, the tips grew outwards. I had never seen such small nubs reach out so far as they got hard. I started fondling the underside of her tits. Her nipples started getting puffy. Her laughter stopped. Her breath slowed. She slowly leaned in and she initiated the first kiss. It was tender and romantic. The heat flowed from her lips to my heart, then out to the ends of my fingers and tips of my toes. Like my first time kissing my girl friend Sally Armstrong under the bleachers, all over again twenty-five years later." Ruth grasped and blushed again, chewing her lip. "I have a confession to make." "What?" Ruth's story was getting me close to coming. I didn't like the interruption much. Especially when I had my own story- well, Kimmy's story- to share as well. "Kissing Melody Ann made me wonder if Kimmy was kissing you with the same hunger." More blushing. Another lick at my peehole. Ruth was dithering, which was very out of character. She resumed her confession. "Soon, I was imaging it was me that Kimmy was kissing passionately. What was worse, the thought made my knees tremble and my cum flow. I had to hug Melody Ann tightly not to fall over. Am I an evil woman, thinking like that about my own daughter?" "Not at all. A rich fantasy life is healthy. You know Kimmy loves sex. She's all grown up now. The wedding plan makes you see her in a brand new light. Reevaluating boundaries is natural." "As if squared." "What….?" "As if I have many rules. And as if that justifies incest." "Fantasy is not incest. Channeling those thoughts into play with others is actually a good outlet to avoid repressing the attraction. And there's no denying Kimmy is attractive." "Downright edible in that sexy bridal gown. But you still have to tell me about Wendy and Kimmy if you want your stepdaughter wearing that dress to her wedding." "Finish your story first." "When I recovered from the orgasm, I was back in the moment with Melody Ann. I took the initiative, drawing her nipples into my mouth. The sensation of the nipple rings- the texture, the metallic taste- was odd, but not unpleasant. You should try it sometime." "As if squared." "Huh?" "As if Melody Ann would want me to. And as if I wouldn't just be another creepy old perv taking advantage of her." "Hmmm…play your cards right and I bet she'd love it. And if she wants it, then you're not taking advantage. As for the perv part- if the condom fits, wear it." Ruth was in good spirits again. "I was using one hand to hold Melody Ann's tits up to my lips as I suckled each in turn. She grabbed hold of my free hand and guided it down her body, making me caress her. That girl is a real hard body. I recognized suddenly that she was just the sort I had hoped to find at Sappho's. This redoubled my hunger. By then, Melody Ann was using my fingers to fuck her pussy. She was just as wet as me. Once I no longer needed urging from her to stroke the inside of her pussy and tickle her clit, she released my hand. A moment later, she started dragging her nails along my clit, toying with it. With her other hand, she cupped my chin, lifting me from her tits for another deep tongue kiss. I was quivering al over. One quick twist of my clit and Melody Ann gave me my second orgasm. By then, we were both weak kneed. I steered us over to a couch. Thank goodness leather doesn't stain. Her juices drenched the seat, and she hadn't even cum yet. I set out to remedy that. I knelt on the floor beside her and slowly spread her knees apart. Melody Ann responded by lifting her hips up to greet my lips. I swallowed Melody Ann's labia, drinking the flesh like a ripe peach. The pinkness of Melody Ann's pussy lips contrasted perfectly with her pale thighs." "Was her pussy shaved?" "Trimmed with scissors I think. She had just a wisp of hair above her clit, not really a bush. She had a tattoo of a heart inside her left thigh, borne by two cherubs with wings of gold. I paused for a second to admire the art. I instinctively kissed that spot, and then drew my tongue across her thigh without lifting it. Melody Ann had her own right index finger diddling her clit, with her thumb rubbing down the inside of her pussy. So as not to interrupt, I just paused and blew on her clit with my moist warm breath. This made it burst upright, like your cock is right now." "I know. I'm close to coming." "Not until I'm ready to enjoy it, Jeff." Ruth reached under her pillow and, for the second time in one day, I was imprisoned by a cock ring. "I didn't make Melody Ann wait long. Like I said, her hips were already rising up to meet me. I rolled her clit on my tongue, enjoying the sweetness of her young flesh. Her juices flooded the couch. As I rotated her clit, I added a finger, flicking it across as well as around. As her hips lifted, I snuck my other hand under her butt. When she landed, she had my finger stuck up her like she was getting assfucked. That made her bounce faster against my tongue, though I think the anal stimulation was having greater effect. Her cries of ecstasy would have woken the dead. When she finally collapsed, panting that she was dead, or actually, 'let me die now, I'll never cum so well again.' I didn't stop immediately. I slowly cleaned the fluids off her thighs, occasionally flicking my tongue teasingly along her slit. I slid up her body and sucked slowly on her nipples as her convulsions subsided. I wanted to soak up the heat radiating from her young ripe body. We lay there as she cooled down. I stroked her curves. She ran fingers through my hair. We kissed again, this time at my instigation. Melody Ann loved how she captured her own taste off of my lips. On the way home she remarked how sweeter it seemed that way than off her finger. No one had ever gone down on her and then kissed her before. The kiss was languid, our tongues lazily exploring each other- like an old married couple tussling for blankets, not tiger cubs at play. Melody Ann wanted to 69 but we heard the security system beep as someone else entered the office. While she quickly got dressed, I phoned our personnel director. At first, he only would offer Melody Ann an interview. I promised him a threesome with her and me on Monday in return for her getting a three week trial on reception. When I dropped her off at home, she went in to tell her parents that she quit the Waffle job for office work." Kissing the Bride: The Mother "If Kimmy goes out, you can invite them here, and add the scene to the web site. It sounds like you have found a protégé: 'Sleeping You Way to the Top: The Next Generation'." "So that was my day. Now what did Kimmy and you get up to?" "We played, but mostly she vented about you and Greta, especially Greta. From there we somehow got into her confessing all her sexual indiscretions." "I bet she ran out of time. But tell me about her and Wendy." "The best part was when they went to the fire station; looking for some guys they had screwed previously. Those guys weren't working, but Wendy didn't care. She started vamping the on duty crew. Once Wendy's prancing about with her goodies just displayed enough to tease got their attention, she suddenly hugged Kimmy close and gave her a big stagy kiss right in the middle of the crew quarters." "A kiss like this?" Ruth asked, sliding up to explore my molars with her tongue. "Or like this?" Ruth swallowed my cock whole, then started lapping at it, mimicking eating pussy. She was soon laughing hysterically. "The former. It didn't take anything more for all five firemen to jump up and rush over at the girls. Wendy made it a game. She ran to the pole, and slid down the length. Kimmy said it was very sensual, because Wendy started quickly, and then slowed down. Her shirt was bunching up, so she managed to undo it. She was using the valley between her tits to brake her speed. Kimmy went over to watch, but a couple of the guys shoved her aside and slid down after Wendy. The ones still upstairs grabbed Kimmy and carried her back to the shower room." "I bet they were both a bit scared, being separated like that. It's so easy to lose control of a situation." "If it weren't for the cock ring, I'd lose control about now." "Then I better leave it on for the next while. Keep talking." Ruth rolled me onto my back. Shucked off her stimulator, and lowered her soggy pussy onto my upright shaft in one stroke. "You know your daughter. Kimmy would never admit to being afraid. It sounds like Wendy is pretty brave too. Though Kimmy could hear Wendy squealing. It took her a while to make sure they were squeals of pleasure. The three guys with Kimmy threw her fully clothed in the shower. She decided to take charge by dragging one of them in with her, and stripping him. He was a young guy with a shaved head. Turned out he had a studded cock. That meant she had to take him without a condom, so she decided just to suck him off. Meanwhile, the Captain fisted her pussy, which was dripping from excitement. The third guy, who was older and heavy with grey hair, seemed fascinated by her big tits. He pawed at them the whole time it took for her to milk the bald one's cream into her mouth. That reminded her about Wendy- they love swapping mouthfuls of cum. So Kimmy raced away from the guys and slid down the pole." Ruth was busy sliding down my pole, her fist torturing my heavy balls. She leaned forward, her tits falling out from hiding behind her fallen hair. I strained upwards to try to nip a nipple, but she teasingly twisted at the edge of my reach. "Did the guys follow her?" "Of course. Half way down she saw that Wendy was stretched out atop the pumper, a muscular black dude, Henry, pumping her with his cock. Kimmy was nice enough to say she thought mine was bigger. The final guy was stuffing his short fat shaft into Wendy's mouth. Kimmy held Baldy's cum in her mouth, letting the Captain resume fisting her as they stood watching. The old one of course started mauling her tits all over again. This time at least he took a mouthful of one as he kneaded the other. Kimmy waved at Wendy and mimed, pointing at her mouth. Wendy signaled her understanding. She stuck a finger up her guy's but and stimulated his prostate. His cum flooded her mouth within seconds." "I love Wendy's mouth- so full, so lush. What is it you used to say about Monica Lewinsky?" "A mouth made for fucking." "That's Wendy. I could cum just watching her suck cock I think." "Kimmy did. Although I think the Captain's thumb bouncing her clit while he stretched her pussy wider than anyone had ever before helped. Kimmy told me that part of the rush was thinking of the fat cock from Wendy's mouth getting hard again. It was the thickest she had ever seen. Before the Captain's fisting, Kimmy would not have thought to try taking it." "Well, I'm glad to hear she's open to new adventures." "Very open." Ruth laughed at my unintended pun. This shook her tits above my face. I reached up and took her right nipple in my mouth. "Bite me." I clamped my teeth around the tough rubbery flesh and stretched it away from the flesh of the breast. Ruth loved it like that. She pulled on my nipple in return. I brought a hand up and cupped her left breast, gently at first, then more aggressively. She bucked up and down my shaft fiercely. "Tell me more about what a great slut daughter I have." Ruth gently tugged her nipple from my teeth, teasing me with it, dangling it just beyond biting range, willing me to continue. "Kimmy climbed the side of the fire truck so she could swap sperm with Wendy. It's almost a ritual with them. First they open their mouths wide, to display the cream on their tongues. Then one of them- Wendy that time- extends her tongue out into the other's mouth, with just a drop of cum dangling on the end. Once that is delivered, they lock lips and tongue wrestle until all the sperm is swallowed and they each taste alike. Kimmy said this time was different because she had three strong pairs of hands holding her almost suspended in the air. Not just by the hands and feet either. She was held by the tits, with the Captain still fisting her. Her feet grabbed purchase on some unseen bits of equipment on the sides of the pumper, but that was all. Someone had started up the big engine and it was throbbing, like a huge vibrator." Ruth rewarded me, feeding me her fresh right tit, but just for a moment. She pulled back sharply, causing a loud 'plop' when I lost suction on the breast. "More, Jeff." "The guys hoisted Kimmy up top with Wendy. That's when the fun really started. The three guys with Kimmy jumped up and started fisting their cocks. The girls jumped to work, sucking and jacking each in turn. First Kimmy swallowed the Captain's shaft while stroking Henry's black cock. Wendy was licking the groper, fisting Baldy and the guy with the stubby cock." "Stubby sure, but I bet his width would stretch a young gal like Kimmy." "It sure did, but that was much later. Kimmy said the guys yelled 'cum bath' in unison. All that training to work together really developed their teamwork. Once the Captain was ready, he shifted so Wendy's fingers kept him primed. That allowed Kimmy to deep throat the Henry's cock Wendy released Baldy from her mouth, so he started rubbing his cock between Kimmy's ass cheeks while it was the groper's turn inside Wendy's mouth." "I bet Kimmy was worried then. She's always expressed a lot of apprehensiveness about anal." "Fortunately, Baldy didn't try to enter her." "She does have a nice healthy young ass. So firm, but lots of meat there. I'm sure it was a lot like titfucking." "Kimmy said she wasn't sure what was exciting her- the rubbing, or seeing Wendy with a cock in her mouth and two in her hands. Wendy let the two guys she was fisting start rubbing their cocks along her tits. Kimmy said she felt another orgasm building." "Bet it wasn't as strong as the one I'm building now. I'll release your cock in a moment so we can come together." "Kimmy had juices running all inside her thighs. She could see the stickiness glistening as Wendy's exhilaration burst loose. This brought her right to the edge. She tried to get the cock from her glutes to her pussy, but no go. Then she felt the cock in her mouth pulsing and tasted precum. Knowing the play, she spit him out. This acted like a signal. All the guys came at once. Wendy and Kimmy were drenched in sweet sticky goo. Kimmy started to crawl across the top of the fire truck to lick Wendy clean when suddenly they were drenched in a torrent of water. One of the guys had turned a hose on them. Kimmy said the force almost knocked her off the truck. It pushed her over the brink and she orgasmed." "I'm surprised you didn't cum listening, cock ring or not." "I didn't, but Kimmy came again as she told me that story." I blushed. My turn to confess. "I think if she hadn't had me tied to the chair I would have crawled right up her wedding gown to feel her convulsions on my tongue. That girl cums with gusto." "Tied to the chair, huh? Good girl. But her dress doesn't exactly need much crawling under. The slits will let people glimpse her ass as she moves. She'll have to wear thong panties." "And nice lace topped white stockings with garters." "Lingerie sure turns you on." "Maybe the Mother of the Bride can wear matching dainties." "Forget mother/daughter three way play, honey. I do have boundaries." "So you keep saying. Then you push them further." "Just keep pushing your hips up right now and tell me more about Kimmy and Wendy. I snuck a small orgasm in as we chatted, but the big wave is still building." "Why do I think a three way with Wendy might be in the cards?" "With which third- Kimmy or me? You are such a perv." "I would never admit to wanting to exclude you. And thanks for the compliment." "Are you almost finished, should I take the cock ring off now?" "Not quite done. Cause only one guy had jumped off the truck to man the hose. The other four were still on top with Wendy and Kimmy. Both girls by that stage desperately wanted a cock up their pussies. None of them were quite ready yet, though, so Wendy and Kimmy tried a 69 show to get them hard again. It proved impossible with all the stuff on top of the truck, so they slipped down into the crew seat. The guys hung outside the space. One of them was peeping over the edge of the truck, staring down at them. Kimmy said it was like being in a forest, but these trees had rapidly stiffening cocks. That excited her even more and she buried her face in Wendy's slit, opening it up for penetration. She loves the way Wendy tastes after cumming. Not as good as cream pie, but close." "Such a tease." "Who?" "I meant you, but really, both of you. I can almost taste your cum dripping out of Wendy's pussy onto my tongue." "You would really do that? Let me fuck your daughter's maid of honor, then eat her pussy?" "I'm so horny right now I'm tempted to call Kimmy to eat your cum out of my pussy. But that's still against the rules. Are you done the story?" "Not yet, because the girls needed a good fucking. Bu now, the guys were all hard again. Wendy begged Kimmy to watch while Wendy pulled the train, so Kimmy just acted as fluffer, keeping the next guy on the brink, while Wendy took five loads into her pussy. The Captain went first. He was already primed. Wendy pumped his balls while he played with her tits. Kimmy was busy, sucking Baldy and jacking 'Beer can' and Henry. The groper seemed happy to watch. He ended up last in line. The Captain pumped after about two minutes. He started to pull out since he wasn't wearing a condom, but Wendy is on the pill, and wanted a full pussy. Kimmy said it was beautiful watching the line of cream linking the tip of his cock to Wendy's clit as he pulled out. Baldy went next, so Kimmy licked the Captain clean. She loved getting Wendy's taste mixed with his. He of course made sure Kimmy had fun by stretching her pussy wide again and this time he used the tip of a fire nozzle as a dildo." "Yikes. That sounds gross." "Kimmy said that if anyone had suggested it beforehand, no way would she agree. But she was so well lubricated, it slid right in. He was very gentle. The fear that he might turn on the water added to the excitement. Kimmy came quickly. Almost exactly when Baldy blew of inside Wendy." "Who turns you on more- Kimmy or Wendy?" "What do you mean?" "Well this whole time I'm fucking you, I'm fantasizing about sex with Wendy. Your lips are her lips. Your tongue is her tongue. The incongruity of your hard cock- well, I'm thinking of her using a dildo, or even just her fingers. But whose tits are you fondling? I doubt they're mine- well, literally, sure, but in your imagination?" It was my turn to blush. The effort to deal with my newfound fascination with my stepdaughter as sex object made me freeze my hips in midthrust. I evaded answering. "What does Kimmy being in the scenes do for you- does it make it worse, or is it creepy?" "Like I said, I'm not ready to start fucking my own daughter with a strap-on, or even eating her out, but I am starting to be curious just what she tastes like. And you know what an exhibitionist I am. The idea of her watching me make love to her best friend and favourite lover is very exciting. I just think I would prefer she just watch. Hmmm…amend that, not JUST watch. I would want her to watch, and then give me a show with her and Wendy while I rest- she can please the voyeur in me." Ruth lay back, fondling her tits, moaning, traveling on the train of this fantasy, my cock stretched the wrong way, trapped inside her. I could feel her muscles clenching me as she came. I resumed the fire hall reminiscence before she noticed I never answered her question. "After Baldy came, Kimmy wanted to lick Wendy out, but Wendy told the guys to restrain her- Wendy wanted Kimmy to lick the cocktail of all their cock juice out of Wendy's tail. Kimmy settled for licking Baldy clean, then fluffing 'Beer can'. Kimmy had not taken him in her mouth before. His cock was much fatter than any she had sucked before. It stretched her lips. Even though it wasn't long, she found herself gagging, so she settled on licking the underside, toying with his corona with her tongue. They all enjoyed the sight of the Henry drilling Wendy for the second time that night. Since her had already fucked her pussy, he begged to assfuck her or cum between her tits. Wendy insisted he recharge the cocktail though. Ironically, Wendy had to massage his balls to get him to cum, as Kimmy was squeezing the base of Beer can's cock to restrain his sperm. Once Henry came, Beer can shoved him out of the way. He barely got inside Wendy before he ejaculated. In fact, Kimmy said he blew so quickly that some of his load sprayed out onto Wendy's tummy." "I bet that drove Kimmy nuts, not being able to lick it up right away." "Fortunately, the groper was also quick to blow his load. Of course, he had to squeeze Wendy's tits a while first. Other than that, he didn't need much stimulation. Kimmy counted seven strokes of his shaft deep into Wendy's well lubricated pussy, then her grunted, tossed his head back and roared, like the alpha lion. Kimmy had to bite her lip not to laugh at this creepy guy acting so macho." Ruth popped her pussy off my shaft momentarily. As she ran her tongue around the base of my cock, licking my balls, she finally slid the cock ring free. She grasped the root tightly in her fist, staunching the flow of semen as she climbed back aboard. "Finish the story quickly, Jeff. Cause we're about to finish quickly." "As I said, the groper was last. The guys released Kimmy and let her eat the mixed cream out of Wendy's pussy. There was so much of it, it was running off Wendy's thighs. Kimmy tried to get it all." "Ohhh. Jefffff….almoooossst there." "Remember how Kimmy wanted a good stiff cock? Luckily, the sight of her eating cum from Wendy got the Captain stiff again. He was first in line to fuck Kimmy doggy style. Kimmy said she came as soon as he thrust into her, she was so excited. She came again before he did. She was shocked when the groper slid underneath her and licked the cum out of her- she had never thought of a guy eating another guy's cream pie. She mentioned that she wishes she had the nerve to try it with Eric." "Maybe I should just corrupt him, but first, I'm about to…." Ruth trailed off into a groan, a moan and a scream. Her pussy gripped my cock more intensely than earlier. She removed her fist from around the joint of my cock and balls. Cum burst forth, flooding her pussy. As she moaned, I finished the story, bucking my hips against her, riding her wave of orgasms. "That made Kimmy cum again. Meanwhile, one of the guys had grabbed the hose again, and gave them a good dosing. That cooled everyone down. The girls got dressed, had coffee, and went home. Since then, they've become the station's unofficial mascots…real Fireman Fuckbuddies." "What a little slut…and not even sharing with her Mom!" Ruth was still panting, lying across my body. "What about the wedding gown?" "Oh, I think Kimmy can wear whichever she likes, as long as you promise not to fuck the bride. And the bride promises to help us get to fuck the maid of honor." "I think this is going to be the best wedding ever."