1 comments/ 106657 views/ 16 favorites Naughty Sisters Ch. 01 By: Jack597 [Author's note: All characters in this story are more than 18 years old.] * Daddy is feeling chipper today. Both of his daughters have come for a visit. It'll be for only a few days, but it's great to have them home at the same time. He and his wife seldom see them together, what with the younger one, Venus, off to college, and the older Delilah working at the other end of the state. They are planning a nice family weekend; plenty of good food and a very relaxing time. The only downside, if it could be called that, is that the two sisters will have to share the only remaining bedroom. Daddy converted the spare bedroom to an office right after Venus moved into her dorm room at school. The room they will share was once Delilah's. It was the larger of the two and Venus always envied her for it. She envied her big sister in other ways as well. For one thing Delilah was much larger, more like her mother in both stature and voluptuousness. Like her mother, she was bosomy with broad hips and a big rear. She was also outgoing and very social. There were always boys calling for her at the house. Whereas Venus was very petite, quite thin really, and very delicate. She looked much younger than she was too. Which often made her feel even more eclipsed by her sister. On the other hand, she also looked up to Delilah. She wished she could have a body like Delilah's; so fleshy and sexy. When Delilah entered a room, both boys AND men took note. There were times when Venus would wonder what it would be like to kiss and fondle Delilah's breasts. But she didn't allow herself to think about it long. Once she walked in on Delilah and one of her boyfriends. Her blouse was open and one of her glorious globes was hanging out, the distended nipple and large areola glistening with his saliva. Venus got an instant pulse to her groin, and the image of her sister's magnificent boob sometimes recurs when she's masturbating. They are all enjoying the "welcome home" feast that Mommy prepared. As the plates are passed around, they are all catching up. Delilah's new job is working out fine; Venus is doing well in school; Mommy and Daddy recently took a trip to the Grand Canyon; etc. It's not long before Mommy asks about her daughters' love lives. Venus fibs and says there is someone at school she is seeing. Delilah too says she is seeing someone, but neglects to mention that the person in question is female. She doesn't think her parents, or Venus for that matter, are ready to hear about her recently discovered bi-ness. It's not that she's ashamed of it, not at all. She loves it. She is still attracted to men, but now she has found that women have a lot to offer too. The meal progresses. Everyone is enjoying themselves, especially Daddy. It's as if the little secrets he shares with each of his daughters don't even exist. Neither daughter has ever breathed a word to anyone - including each other - about their special relationship with their horny Daddy. And they're not about to now. In fact, it couldn't be further from their minds. Daddy is another story. Sitting across from Delilah, he can't help but notice how gorgeous she really is. Her full lips, her sparkling eyes, her fabulous breasts that jiggle when she laughs, are causing a stir in his loins. He thought he might be beyond her, but having her home is rekindling his desire. By the time dessert and coffee comes he is having trouble staying engaged in the conversation. His mind is wandering. When Delilah spoons the whipped cream off her pie to eat it separately, he catches a glimpse of her long tongue extending to it. Then seeing the cream coating her lips causes him to excuse himself. He has to get some air. A short walk should help. The night air is invigorating. He's got to get her off his mind. He forces himself to think about Venus. He's hardly noticed her. That's the effect Delilah has on people, she fills a room. He resolves to focus on Venus for the rest of their stay. After all, she is his little angel. So understated. So refined. So utterly feminine with her long black hair and perky little breasts. She has his heart, Delilah only his lust. When he returns, his three ladies have moved to the family room. The conversation has also moved on to more domestic issues. It's getting late in any case, so he bids everyone goodnight. "We'll have to rise early tomorrow if we want to beat the crowds to the marina," he advises, "it should be a great day for sailing." Then he retires to his bedroom. Mommy notes the lateness of the hour too, and follows along behind. Venus and Delilah, both accustomed to later hours, decide to flip on the TV. The usual news shows and pabulum sitcoms dominate. And not one movie is of interest to either of them. Boredom quickly sets in. So after some brief chit-chat they too head up to their room. It is much as they remember it when they were kids. It has the same frilly curtains, a queen size canopy bed, and a white lacquered bureau, nightstand and vanity. All were once Delilah's. They undress for bed. Venus takes to the bathroom first to brush her teeth. When she comes out, Delilah is sitting at the vanity brushing her hair; still in her bra and panties. Venus puts on her nightie, then sitting against the headboard with her knees up, begins to read. She's having trouble concentrating though. Her sister's arms are raised up as she brushes. Her large breasts are heaved up, straining at her bra. Venus feels a twinge. It's been many years since she last saw her sister in this state of undress; she is struck by how much Delilah has filled out beyond even her college years. Her large dark areolas peek above the cups, and her tit flesh is overflowing in all directions; she really should go to a larger cup size if she wants to contain herself. When Delilah stands up to come over to the bed, Venus quickly looks back at her book. Delilah is not fooled. She had previously detected Venus peeking at her cleavage at dinner. She liked it then and she likes it now. She turns around to look at herself in the mirror, pulls her panties up by the elastic to stretch the fabric more tightly over her bountiful ass cheeks, and to ride it up into her protruding labia. Venus catches her breath. She's not seen her sister so brazen before. Delilah walks toward the bed, her excess tit flesh jiggling above the bra, her eyes fixed on Venus. "My little sister has acquired an eye for other pleasures, I see," she teases. "Do you like what you see?" Venus weakly chokes, "Yes, but..." "But what, sweetheart?" affecting her best little-girl voice, "Don't you know that your big sister will always take care of you?" Venus hesitates, her heart is pounding. "I...I..." Delilah reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra. The masses shift down abruptly. She peels the cups away, then slowly bobbles the fleshy globes close to Venus's face. "Would you like to touch these?" she purrs, "Would you like to lick them?" "Oh, yes," Venus quivers. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Delilah cups her little sister's face up for a nice hot kiss on the mouth. Their tongues twist. Their passion for one another comes pouring out! Venus feels a bolt to her crotch. Her hands are trembling as she fondles Delilah's spectacular bosom. The nipples protrude now; they just beg for her tongue. "Take them my darling, they are all for you," Delilah coos. Venus places her soft lips to one tip, her tongue tentatively traces around it, then she moves to the other one. Her tiny mouth soon opens fully to suckle at their magnificence. She pays homage, she worships now. Delilah is no longer just her sister, she is her earth mother, giver of pleasure. Delilah is equally aroused. Equally shaken. She has longed for Venus to touch her like this for some time. She whispers, "Yes, that's wonderful. God, I love you to do that." She reaches under Venus's nightie to place her hand to her bare pussy. She is dripping. Delilah thinks, "Oh this is sooo hot. My little sister is sucking my tits while I have a handful of her virgin pussy." Yes, Delilah knows Venus is still a virgin. She knows she has no boyfriend and never has. And she knows her little sister is bi; she knew it before Venus did; she knew it before she knew herself to be bi. She works a finger over Venus's clit while she whispers in her ear, "Let yourself go. Let big sister take care of it for you." Venus is rising fast. She is even hotter than when Daddy does it to her. She releases Delilah's nipple to turn her mouth up for more of Delilah's tongue. They meet in mid-air, lash and dart, then entwine and consume one another. She is panting. She could easily cum. Delilah whispers, "It's okay, sweetheart, I want you to cum." Venus squeaks. Her little mouth returns to lock onto Delilah's huge mammary. She quakes, she is sucking Delilah harder. Her orgasm enters her at both ends; through her mouth and through her pulsating pussy. It is exquisite. Before it subsides completely, she reaches for the soft mound between Delilah's legs. She wants to reciprocate. Delilah's panties are stretched tightly along her crotch. She spreads her legs, looking into Venus's eyes, then gently pushes her head lower. Venus eagerly takes the cue. She moves her mouth along Delilah's inner thigh, licking gently as she goes. "Is this the way big sister likes it?" she asks. "Yes sweetheart, that's lovely." For Delilah, having her little sister there, her smallness, her sweet delicate lips playing along her thigh, is heaven. Venus puts her mouth on the damp crotch of Delilah's panties and devours her warm snatch through the fabric. She hooks a finger inside the edge of the crotch to hike it to one side, then plunges her mouth fully onto Delilah's luscious cunt. Tongues her lasciviously then looks up. "Is this what big sister wants?" she whispers. "Yes, my darling, please." Delilah draws a quick breath as Venus tweaks her finger-sized clit with the tip of her tongue. She flicks at it, trills it, buries her face between Delilah's juicy labia while she nibbles and sucks it. She wants to possess it; she wants the very nub of her big sister's sex in her tiny mouth. Now it is Delilah who is panting, Delilah who is writhing. She heaves up. Venus presses her lips and tongue to her womanhood, clutching her fleshy ass cheeks for leverage. Delilah's hips are grinding against her. Her huge breasts are sloshing about. "Yes. That's it. I'm cumming," she gasps. "Oh, Oh." She squirms and jerks with the force of it. Shuddering in her little sister's mouth. As she comes down from her high, she draws Venus up to her for a kiss. She strokes Venus's long hair. They hold one another. Their lips caress and nibble their contents. In her little-girl voice, Venus asks, "Was that good for you, big sister? Did I do it right?" "Oh yes, sweetheart, you did it perfectly." They kiss fully on the mouth. It's a kiss of thanks, and it's a kiss of a new beginning. A long borne burden has been lifted. They share a new secret, a very special secret between two sisters. Naughty Sisters Ch. 02 [Author's note: All characters in this story are more than 18 years old.] There is a knock at the bedroom door. "Time to get up, girls, Mommy has breakfast ready." It's Daddy reminding them that they are all going sailing today. Venus stirs first and calls out, "Okay Daddy, we'll be right down." She looks over at Delilah, sees her slumbering sister, not the lover that so excited her last night. "Delilah, come on, we've got to get up." Delilah rolls over on her side facing Venus, one enormous mammary atop the other, and groggily says, "Okay, give me a minute." The sight of her naked bosom gives Venus an instant thrill. Visions of last night pop back into her head. A little distractedly, she mutters, "That was our loving Daddy, we shouldn't keep him waiting." After a pause, Delilah, still half asleep, muses, "Is he as loving of you as he is of me?" Suspiciously, Venus asks, "In what way do you mean?" "Never mind," Delilah sighs. "No really." "Well, for example, does he pet your kitty?" Delilah asks, with a tinge of sarcasm. "Kitty?" "Yeah, your kitty; your pussy, your cunt. Does he play with it, does he lick your clit and get you off? Does he let you suck his cock?" Venus is shocked, she doesn't know how to respond. She asks, "Has Daddy done those things with you?" "Yes he has, sweetie, and I loved it." Now she is a little shaken and a little embarrassed. She has honored her pact with Daddy for nearly two years now. She doesn't want anyone, especially Mommy, to know. And she doesn't want her sex with Daddy to end. Telling Delilah about it could jeopardize all of that. "But he doesn't do it with you anymore?" she asks. "Not since college." "Do you miss it?" "Only a little," Delilah allows, but not about to let Venus escape, she presses, "Now, come on, hasn't he ever pressed his hardening cock to you when you sit on his lap?" Venus has a very clear memory of exactly that. She's starting to get the picture that Daddy gets around. Maybe he's not just HER Daddy. She eases into it with, "Well, he has fingered me a few times, yes." "Did you like it?" Delilah asks. "Yes." Pressing further, "What else has he done?" Flustered, Venus finally lets fly, "He's gotten me off dozens of times. I've sucked his cock until he cums in my mouth. We've been lovers since my 18th birthday. There, are you happy now?" "My, my, little sister, you have been getting your cookies, haven't you? I had no idea. Maybe we should have a little fun with Daddy this weekend. Let him know his daughters have learned a lot since he started with us." "What do you mean?" Venus asks, "what do you have in mind?" "I don't know yet, let's see how the day goes. For now, we'd better get downstairs before they send up a posse." She winks, then pops out of bed, still nude of course. Venus is thinking, "What a body, no wonder Daddy couldn't help himself." Down at breakfast all is well. Mommy has prepared stacks and stacks of her decadent blueberry pancakes. They dig in. It's like they're kids again. It's not long before they are off to the lake. The morning is spectacular, bright sun and a light breeze. A perfect day for sailing. Once on their boat, it's like they've escaped to their own world. Daddy, with his skipper hat on, the girls in their bikinis lying on the deck to either side of the mast, and Mommy below fixing whatever she's fixing. It's like turning the clock back ten years when they would spend so many summer weekends on the boat. Lake Michigan is practically an ocean, so sailing out of sight of land one can easily imagine being on the high seas. Which is what they did as kids; helping Daddy with the rigging, taking turns at the helm. Being older now, it's more about relaxing and soaking up the sun. Delilah's wheels are turning though. She'd like to surprise Daddy. She would like to give him a special thrill on the "high seas", but how to do it with Mommy along? That's the hard part. From Daddy's vantage point at the helm, he sees his two daughters laid out as if they were on a beach. They are on their stomachs, their heads toward the bow, so he is looking along the full expanse of their smooth legs from the backs of sun tanned ankles up to that wonderful fold where they meet up with their rumps. Venus's little bum is very tight, 'buns of steel'. Delilah's is large and shapely. Each has much to offer, as far as he's concerned. The thought of having his way with the two of them right here in the sun crosses his depraved little mind. Delilah spreads her legs slightly to be sure Daddy can see all she has to offer. She bends her leg at the knee to move one foot in a long slow arc, then the other. She flexes her ankles periodically so he can see her calves contract and relax. Just to be sure she has Daddy's attention, she raises up on her elbows and presses her pelvis into the deck to flex her ass cheeks. She looks back over her shoulder to see if he is noticing her antics and picking up her signals. He's in sunglasses looking straight ahead, so she can't be sure. She decides to rotate around so she is looking directly at him. Her massive boobs bobble as she changes position. There is no way he could be missing any of this! But he is doing a perfect deadpan. He knows Delilah like a book. Pay her no heed and she will knock herself out to get your attention. She's had it from men all her life and never stops craving it. She is the polar opposite of Venus. Venus mistakenly believes that men don't find her attractive; which is exactly why she is so irresistible. Oh to have them both together, that would be incredible. But next to impossible on the boat with Mommy here. Plus there is the added issue that neither of his daughters is aware of his arrangement with the other. Doing them both at once could let that cat out of the bag and ruin the fun he's been having with Venus. Or so he thinks. All of this is running through his mind as Delilah continues to entice him. He could better resist her come-on if Venus hadn't rolled over on her back. Her smooth skin and thin limbs give him a pulse to his crotch. Her bikini sheathed mound protrudes, the outline of her labia in clear relief. One pubic hair has escaped at the edge; which is a further enticement to the treasure under the fabric. He'd love to explore her every crevice with his tongue. But for now, he'd better pay attention to his sailing. He's been on a northerly tack for quite a while and realizes he should switch to more of a southerly one to stay close to his target latitude. Plus it would give the girls a different angle on the sun; to better even out those lovely tans. After a bit, Mommy comes up from below. She notices Venus and Delilah luxuriating in the sun and immediately warns them about getting too much. "Here, put some sunscreen on or you'll burn to a crisp." She never stops being Mommy. They sit up to apply the sunscreen. Both of them pull their knees up and apart to apply it to their lower legs and then up onto their thighs. Daddy gets an eyeful of spread thighs leading to scrumptious delights at their juncture. His pecker perks right up. The sensuality of Venus's long hair flowing over her shoulders, and Delilah's fleshy bazooms jiggling as she rubs her thighs is a real distraction. They are both driving him crazy, and that's not fair with Mommy right there! Delilah is pleased that she is finally making some progress. She can tell Daddy is becoming aroused. What she doesn't realize is that Venus is the principal source of it, with most of the remainder being the construct in his head of having them both at once. No matter. Mommy is here to break the mood. She announces that lunch is ready anytime people want to eat. The girls say they're famished. Daddy prefers to wait. "Okay," Mommy says to Daddy, "the girls and I will eat while you man the helm, then I'll be up to relieve you later." "That'll work," he responds. The three "girls" go below to dine. The galley is very small, no more than four can eat at once in any case. The seating is tight; one has to slide in before the other, then to get out, the process is reversed. It's not long before Mommy is done and heads up to relieve Daddy. And it's not long before Daddy comes down. The sisters are finishing up. Venus is already standing to wash her dish, while Delilah sips the last of her lemonade. Daddy slides in next to her. Venus presents his plate to him, then she sidles up to him on the other side. Ooh, he's sandwiched between them. "Now isn't this cozy," he remarks. His daughters give little-girl giggles, then they each put a hand on his thigh. He immediately senses that something is up, and is uneasy about what it is. He catches Delilah winking at Venus, as they both move their hands closer to his crotch. Delilah, whispering to be sure Mommy doesn't hear, asks, "Would Daddy like to play with his little girls?" Before he can answer, Venus chimes in softly with, "Your little sluts are very horny. Won't you please?" It's obvious to him at that instant that the secrets he had with each of them are now known to them both. The blood rushes up, he blushes. Where are they going with this? Is this D-Day? Will Mommy soon be in on their secrets too? Is she already? Sensing his anxiety, the girls put him at ease. Delilah, again whispering, "Oh Daddy, don't worry, Venus and I will never tell." Venus, looking into his eyes, nods her head in agreement. A sense of relief descends, he feels much better. The naughty thoughts he was having at the helm quickly recur. He kisses each of them on the cheek. Then takes a couple of bites of his sandwich while they gently massage his member through his light deck pants. Two soft hands instead of one. Two pairs of lips nibbling his neck. He's soon aroused. This is what he was dreaming. If only Mommy were not onboard. Delilah unzips his fly. Venus reaches in to set him free. Both of them stroke him slowly, one small hand above the other on his thick shaft. Venus raises her mouth to his, tongue extended. He receives it, they entangle. Delilah's fleshy boobs are pressing against him as she strokes in unison with her little sister. Two perfect sluts working in perfect tandem. He gropes to fondle Delilah's breasts while still tonguing Venus. Then off her breasts to Venus's tight little box with his other hand. The sisters are stroking him faster. They are all breathing more deeply. Venus pulls her mouth away to let Delilah have a taste of Daddy too. When they hear from topside, "Honey, are you done eating? I could use some relief." "Okay dear, I'll be right up," Daddy responds. Venus's hand is on top, Delilah's at the base. As they stroke, Venus moves her forefinger over his slit to smear his oozing precum over the head. He heaves up abruptly. "Is that the way Daddy likes it?" she coos in her wee baby-talk voice. "Yes sweetheart, very much so," he whispers back. "Are you coming up, Hon?" Mommy calls again with a hint of impatience. The stroking stops. The girls pull back with a sigh. "Yes, I'll be right there," Daddy calls out. Delilah, looking longingly into his eyes, whispers, "Daddy, come to our room tonight." Venus adds an enthusiastic, "Pleeease!" "Yes, okay; tonight for sure." He quickly gobbles the rest of his sandwich, zips himself up. The girls climb back up topside while he ducks into the head to calm his hard-on before he goes to relieve Mommy. They've been tacking all the way out, so now Daddy comes about to run with the wind. It's been several hours out, but it should only be half that before they get back to the marina. Delilah is lying on her stomach again and asks Venus to put some lotion on her back. Venus obliges. She is on her knees, squirts some lotion on, then leans forward on one hand while her other hand rubs the lotion in a circular motion over Delilah's back. Daddy watches her from the rear as her lovely derriere gently gyrates with the motion of her hand. He can't wait to get home. He can't wait for Mommy to go to sleep tonight. Naughty Sisters Ch. 03 [Author's note: All characters in this story are more than 18 years old.] The Sunday traffic prolongs their ride home from the marina. When they do get home it's nearly dinnertime. Mommy has a lovely meal planned, but it will take a while to prepare. While the girls and Daddy shower and change (separately, not together), Mommy gets busy in the kitchen. She has much to do. Time flies for her when she's cooking, so it doesn't seem long before Delilah comes down to offer help. When she was a child, she was often a big help to Mommy. She is, by far, the more domesticated of the two sisters. Venus never helped Mommy much, she was more inclined to help Daddy with yard work and with chores in his workshop. Mommy and Delilah have a natural ease with one another; they are birds of a feather. They both love to cook, they both love keeping house and all that that entails. As they're chopping the veggies for the salad, Mommy curiously asks, "Well, who is it you're seeing these days? Do I know him?" Delilah tenses, then matter-of-factly states, "It's not a 'him'; it's a 'her'. Her name is Amy. We've been lovers for a few months now." Expecting her mother to be shocked, she is surprised to see her eyes widen, almost as if she is excited by the prospect. After a short pause, she replies, "That's wonderful, I'm happy for you." "Tell me about her. How long have you known her?" "Just a few months. We met at work, went out, and we've been together ever since." "Do you love her?" Mommy queries. Hearing Daddy and Venus coming down the stairs, Delilah whispers, "No, I wouldn't say it's love." Just then Daddy and Venus poke their heads in to ask what's cooking. Mommy assures them it's something good, then shoos them out. "Go in the living room, you two. Delilah and I will take care of dinner." Daddy and Venus are more than happy to leave them to the cooking. Besides, Daddy would like to catch up with Venus without Delilah and Mommy around. They plop down together on the couch, father and daughter, to have a chat. With the windows open and the cool of the evening making its way into the house, she pulls the afghan off the back of the couch to cover herself. "Are you cold sweetie? Here, curl up next to me. Daddy will keep you warm." She snuggles to his side; he puts his arms around her. She has always felt secure cuddling with him, but now that they've become secret lovers, she feels it even more so. "How is my sweetheart, anyway?" he asks. "We don't get to talk much anymore." "Oh fine really. I miss you though," she whispers with her eyes down. A moment slips by, then she turns her face up to Daddy to steal a kiss. Her pouty little mouth and her darting tongue give him an instant start. While Mommy and Delilah cook and chat in the kitchen, he invites her to move up onto his lap. He wants her tight little bum atop the growing bulge in his pants. She eagerly moves into position. They are both fully beneath the afghan now, and they both are having very naughty thoughts. She wiggles her bum to rub against his hardness under the afghan. How she would love to put her lips to the head of the monster in his pants. But that will have to wait. She wouldn't dare risk getting caught here in the living room. Meanwhile, Delilah and Mommy are preoccupied with a related subject: Delilah's recent discovery of the joys of eating pussy. Yes, the conversation has gotten that frank. Delilah is not evading or sugarcoating any aspects of her affair with Amy. And Mommy is taking it all in with what Delilah suspects is relish. She seems to hang on every word Delilah utters. When she wants more detail, she asks, and Delilah readily provides it. The oven buzzer goes off, announcing that the roast should be done. It also startles Venus and Daddy in the living room. They have been going at it with their tongues. Venus, continuing to rub her bottom against Daddy, has now spread her legs enough to invite his hand for a visit to her moist little pleasure pot. He can't resist. Her tongue in his mouth and his finger in her panties are a perfect combination. Especially right now; under the afghan; with Mommy and Delilah in the very next room! But he pushes her off before he loses it completely. "Let's keep ourselves together," he mildly admonishes, "let's save it for later." "Oh Daddy, you make me so hot," she breathes, then with a wee voice, "What's a little slut to do?" Suddenly, Delilah enters to announce - doing her best butler imitation - that dinner will now be served. She sees that Daddy and Venus have been playing patty-cake and gives them both a wink. Then returns, quickly, to finish helping Mommy move everything to the dining room table. Everyone takes their places just as they did when the girls were small. The meal is indeed splendid. They all compliment the chef. Mommy knows when she's being buttered up though, so she cajoles them all - Daddy AND the girls - to do the cleanup when she goes upstairs for a shower. After all, she's been working since they got home from the lake. "Okay dear, fair enough," Daddy concedes. "But can we have our dessert first?" "Of course," she smiles as she directs Delilah to retrieve it from the kitchen. Strawberry shortcake with whipped cream topping, everybody's fave. Oh no, is Daddy going to have another "Delilah attack" when the cream contacts her tongue? The thought has already entered his consciousness. But as the first bite is heading toward her mouth, a dollop of whipped cream falls off her fork and lands directly in her cleavage. White cream between two mountains of tanned tit flesh. "Oh darn," she exclaims, as she tries to wipe it away with her fingers, then licks it off with her pliant tongue. Venus giggles; she knows what that does to Daddy. She also knows what it does to her. What she doesn't know though, is what it does to Mommy. After that little commotion and some more coffee, all agree it is time to clear the table. Mommy goes upstairs to shower while Daddy and the girls get to work. Mommy needs some time alone. She needs to relax. The others are having fun and so is she, but she is doing most of the work. The hot spray of the shower on her back is doing its magic. She can feel all her muscles melting; she's finally unwinding from the day. Her conversation with Delilah has brought back memories of her college roommate, Zelda, and the things they used to do for each other. She envisions Delilah's Amy being much like Zelda, and Delilah much like herself. She is getting very relaxed, the shower glass is steaming up; her mind is on a journey to the past. She can feel Zelda fingering her as they kiss. It was 25 years ago, but it is as if it is happening right now. She moves her hand down to touch herself; imagines her finger is Zelda's tongue. The warm water is now spilling over her shoulders, down her huge breasts. She self-tweaks her clit. She throws her head back. She's rising now, she would like to cum right here in the shower. But the vision of Zelda is fading; there is only steam. Someone else is there. Her tongue, her wonderful tongue, is tending to Mommy's swollen clit. Who is it? Through the fog she is coming into view. It's Delilah. It's Delilah that's taking care of her. Images of their day together come flooding into Mommy's head; she sees Delilah sunning herself on the boat; her jiggling tit flesh as she chops the carrots; her long tongue on her creamy fingers at dinner. Then a flash of her tonguing Amy's clit! "Oh!" "Oh!" Mommy's hand vibrates. Her plush ass cheeks flex; she quakes; she draws air in through her teethe as she rubs her clit furiously to the finish. It is so so good. Drained and gasping, she leans against the shower glass, savoring the moment. Downstairs, her darling daughter has taken charge of the cleanup. Naughty Sisters Ch. 04 [Author's note: All characters in this story are more than 18 years old.] Daddy and the girls have cleaned off the table and are finishing up the kitchen when Mommy comes down. "Well, isn't this nice. Thank you everyone," she fawns. "No problem," the girls answer in unison. Daddy just nods. "Shall we watch a movie?" she suggests. The girls are less than enthused. Mommy likes to watch old movies, the kind with no sex in them. Both girls - and Daddy - like their movies to be steamy; torrid in fact. Or what's the point. To the girls, Mommy is a prude. Of course, Daddy knows better. His wife is anything but a prude. She is just conservative with her daughters. In the bedroom she is his wanton bitch with a penchant for all things kinky. He knows of her latent lesbian urges too, and has sometimes toyed with the idea of inviting another woman to join them during playtime. They all migrate to the living room nonetheless. Daddy sits on the couch between Mommy and Delilah. Venus sits in the easy chair opposite. Both girls are in short skirts, Mommy in slacks. Both girls sit with their tanned legs properly crossed. It's been a lovely day; the sailing was relaxing - and stimulating. Their dinner together was pleasant - and stimulating. Daddy's short "chat" with Venus on the couch was very nice - and stimulating. Even Mommy's kitchen time with Delilah was fun - and stimulating. Daddy would like some more stimulation, but he is biding his time. He knows Mommy will likely be going to bed early; she always does when they've been sailing; it tires her out. His mind begins to wander though. The thought of three pussies is crowding in. They wait there, one on each side of him, and one across; moist and inviting. Looking over at Venus, he imagines his fingers probing her warm hole again under the afghan. To his sides are two confections, each punctuated with a finger-sized clit, that beckon to his tongue. The multitude of possibilities are turning over in his mind. As he is working through those, time is skipping ahead. The conversation in the room has turned to what they would like to do tomorrow. Delilah would like to do some shopping. Mommy says she would too. Venus would sooner stay home. "What do you have planned?" asks his wife, rousting him from his fantasies. He blinks, then replies, "I should put some time in on my cabinet project." He's been building some new cabinets for his workshop, and one thing after another has interrupted the work. "Oh, can I help?", Venus pleads, recalling the fun she used to have helping her Daddy. "Sure, of course," he smiles, "that would be great." Mommy jumps in with, "Well, that settles it then. Delilah and I will have a day of shopping and you two can stay home and work." Daddy nods then winks at Venus. "Now since I can't convince anyone to watch a movie, I think I'll get to bed. I'll need my rest if I'm going to keep up with Delilah tomorrow." She stands up, bends to give Daddy a goodnight kiss, and off she goes. The girls lock eyes for a second as if to say, "FINALLY." "Good night, Mommy," they chirp. "Good night," she replies as she ascends the stairs, "Don't stay up too late." When her door shuts, Delilah immediately scoots over next to Daddy; her tits bobbling. Boy, that didn't take long. His cock gets a twinge. His hand instinctively reaches to fondle her fabulous boobs through her blouse. Her skirt hiked up as she scooted over, so much more of her thighs are now exposed. She is looking a lot less proper than she did just minutes ago. She has that wanton look in her eyes too. Daddy has forgotten how feline she can become when she's on the make. He cautions that they should be extra quiet until they are sure mommy is asleep. It would be more than just an embarrassment if she were to come back out for some reason. But with Delilah's bountiful breast against his palm, how can he resist? He pushes it up in the bra; the flesh bulges above the cup. He squeezes and kneads it. She reaches for the growing protrusion in his pants. They both draw in a quick breath. Venus is watching from the easy chair. She has drawn her knees up; her heels are on the edge of the seat; her panty sheathed crotch is in full view. It's a sight that's very stimulating to Daddy. His little slut's box is "one of his favorite things." She fingers herself through the fabric while looking across at him. Their eyes lock; his blood rises further. He turns to unbutton Delilah's blouse, then he deftly removes her bra. The mass of her tits and the huge areolas around her nipples are to die for. She is even bigger now than when Daddy last took his pleasure with her. She has her mother's tits; the tits she had when Daddy married her. He takes one up to his mouth; runs his tongue around the tip; coats it with his saliva, just as Venus did last night. Seeing the saliva coated nipple, Venus works her fingers into her panties and onto her clit. Her sister's tits have been the object of her masturbation so many, many times. Delilah stands up to push her skirt and her panties to the floor; steps out and kicks them to the side. She stoops to unbuckle and unzip Daddy. His bulge is making the task more difficult but she manages. She grabs both his trousers and his briefs at the waist to pull them off together. His cock and balls are now free. Venus takes much pleasure in seeing her big sister's tits bobble and shake as she goes about her business. Now seeing Daddy's stiff cock causes her to tweak herself more rapidly. Delilah cups up her tits for him as she stands directly in front of him, then with her legs slightly spread, she bends at the waist to place her mouth to the head of his monstrous hard-on. Her hanging masses swing beneath her. She slithers her long tongue over the head while she pumps the shaft at the base. She slurps and laps. Her mouth is incredible. The pumping agitates his ball sac; it flops about; its heavy contents jerk up and down. Venus has a clear view of all the action through Delilah's legs. She can see Delilah's swinging tits; she can see her mouth at work and her hand grasping his thick pole as she strokes. Venus would love to help; she would love to cup his oscillating balls to feel the weight of them; to get the full sense of the load he is building for his little sluts. She crawls over to the inverted vee formed by Delilah's legs. Daddy feels her small fingers and long nails on his thighs, then she moves one hand to grip his shaft above Delilah's. Venus easily picks up the rhythm of Delilah's stroking. It's a repeat of the fun they had on the boat earlier today; the two of them working together to service their Daddy. He sees Venus's other hand reaching through to grope one of Delilah's swinging melons. Her tiny fingers tremble as they massage the very nipple that was in his mouth moments ago. She is stroking HIM and fondling HER! The thought of his little darling tending to her Daddy AND her sister ignites his passion! He can barely breathe. What else will she do? Is she still a virgin? Is it time for her to move beyond that? What does she know of the wonderful debaucheries that await her if she opens herself to bisexual pleasures? Delilah takes her mouth off of Daddy to whisper, "Yes, little sister, just like that." Daddy realizes Venus is not just fondling Delilah's breast, she is eating her pussy too. And neither has missed a stroke of his pulsating pecker! He's beside himself. His daughters are exceeding every expectation he had for tonight. He must have more of them. He must have them in the canopy bed up in their room. Now! He pushes them both back, still trying to catch his breath. "Let's go upstairs, sweethearts, before Daddy explodes." His daughters look at him like he's more god than father. They gather their things and up they go. Daddy grabs his pants and follows, his aching cock waving with each step. The view of their contrasting rumps, one petite, the other robust, as they bump up the stairs, adds even more to his anticipation of what awaits at the top. They all tiptoe past Mommy's room. Shssssh, we wouldn't want Mommy to wake and find her lovely daughters doing nasty things with their horny Daddy. They close and lock the guestroom door. Delilah flicks on a low intensity lamp near the wall and another closer to the bed. It is whorehouse lighting. Perfect. His little whores have learned their lessons well. They gather at the foot of the bed for some three-way hugging and kissing. With the sisters standing face-to-face, and Daddy's big hard-on sandwiched between them, he puts his arms around them both at once. Delilah's fleshy mounds are mouth-high to Venus, who buries her face between them. Daddy views from above as Venus's slender fingers squeeze them and her pouty lips caress them. He can tell that the sheer bulk of them is what Venus most enjoys. As if to break away before she let's herself go too far, she throws her head back. Her long hair extends halfway down her back, and her lean throat becomes exposed. Delilah bends down to nibble and tongue one side of it while Daddy does the same to the other. They are both mad for her! All three fall together onto the bed. He's on his back between them now. Delilah moves up and Venus moves down. Delilah holds his head against her fleshy pillows; offers a taut nipple to his lips. Venus puts her wet mouth where Delilah's had been downstairs; right to the head of his colossal cock. She places her tiny hand around the shaft to guide it to her lips. She too has an incredible mouth. She can't get it over his whole girth like Delilah can, but her more serpentine tongue tip can get deeper into his slit. And she craves his precum. "Mmm, Daddy, you are so delicious," she purrs in her little girl way. He lurches up. She is getting to him. He doesn't know how much longer he can last. Delilah drags a nipple across his mouth, then slaps his face with her tit. She holds it up, jiggles it to make the flesh ripple. Then with a smokey whisper, "Does Daddy like that? Is Delilah making it good for Daddy?". Before he can answer, she stuffs as much of it as she can into his mouth. He groans in pleasure. His cock is so hard it throbs in pain. It protrudes up toward Venus's mouth, craving her tongue. Delilah tells Venus to get up on her knees and to rotate around so she's kneeling beside Daddy but facing toward his feet. She then instructs her to resume her sucking. Daddy now has a nice view of his daughter's tight bum and pussy as she slithers her tongue over his manhood. He puts his hand to her inner thigh, slides it up until just his forefinger contacts her wet pussy lips. He holds there while she continues to suck and squeak; her head bobbing and twisting as she moves her tongue over the head and along the shaft. Delilah sees how much the sight of Venus's pussy turns him on. In fact, it turns her on too. Her little sister's pussy is most tongue-worthy. She whispers luringly to Daddy, "Would you like to watch me eat that?" He draws in a short breath. The idea is more than he can process at the moment. She quickly realizes that, so she takes the liberty of showing him without receiving a response. Her tongue slithers out as if she was going to kiss Venus, only now it is seeking her pussy lips. She flicks along the edge of one lip, right where it contacts the beginning of her thigh. Half of her tongue is on thigh, half on pussy lip. She looks at Daddy to be sure he can see everything she's doing. His eyes are rolling up. It is incredibly stimulating for him. She starts to lap more vigorously while moving more toward the center of Venus's perfect slit. "Oh yes," Daddy blurts, "let me do that too." He raises up on one elbow to put his tongue near Delilah's. They both lap at the sweetness of Venus's delectable snatch. Venus wriggles her bottom. "Oh please," she peeps in her little girl voice, "don't stop." Daddy and Delilah cross tongues as they lash at Venus's luscious lips. Delilah gently pushes him back. She prefers that he watch. He readily yields. Just the thought of one daughter eating the other is stimulating enough. To actually watch - from just inches away - his beautiful Delilah eat his darling Venus's perfect peeshy will be a treat divine! Venus is letting out more little peeps. Delilah is alternately licking her clit and thrusting her tongue into her tight gash. Venus does her best to get her mouth around Daddy's full thickness, but only partially succeeds. She can't imagine how he would ever fit in her tight little cunt. She is getting more frenzied on both ends as her orgasm nears. Daddy coaxes her, "Cum sweetheart. Daddy wants you to cum. Cum with your mouth on Daddy's big cock and your sister's hot mouth on your tight little cunt." Venus's back arches; her mouth goes still; her whole body shudders. She squeaks the sweetest little squeak as she cums. Holds for a long pause, then rhythmically jerks her hips. Her big sister sucks and laps her juices until she reaches completion. As she calms down, she thanks them both very sweetly. Then without a word, she pulls away to guide Delilah onto her back. Still holding Daddy's thick dong, she guides him up onto Delilah. The abundant flesh of Delilah's mammaries roll about as she raises her legs along Daddy's torso, missionary style. She looks at Venus as if to ask, "Is this what you have in mind?" Venus's answer is to grip daddy's huge erection at the base and position it at Delilah's entrance. She wants to see Delilah impaled by Daddy. She wants to see his thickness stretch Delilah's pussy lips to gauge how much he would stretch her own. Delilah is no virgin but she is tight. With Venus's little hand still in place, he pushes. The flared head slips in. He grunts. Delilah moves her legs higher up his back to better accommodate his entry. She thrusts up, she wants more of him inside her. He slips in until Venus's hand prevents further penetration. Venus wants to maintain some control. She has no intention of being just a spectator. This is a threesome and she wants a part. Daddy begins to pump with what amount to three-quarter strokes. Delilah is spectacular. It's like fucking his wife before they were married. She is supple. Her tits are breathtaking. In a smokey voice again, she breathes, "Daddy, you are so big. I'm all filled up." Venus is providing encouragement too. She wants them both to cum good. She wants Daddy to unleash the load he's been carrying for them all day. They owe it to him. They've teased him nearly out of his mind. Delilah uses her upper arms to corral her massive bags of flesh. She jostles them side to side. Her giant nipples are hard cherries atop huge mounds of jello. They are bobbing up and down with each passing wavelet his thrusting produces. She looks into his eyes and whispers softly, "Please cum, Daddy. Cum on my tits. Cum on your little girl's; great; big; tits." He's getting to the short strokes. She is heaving against him. They are both grunting. Venus slips her hand off his shaft to cup his balls. She holds them while he plunges his full length into Delilah. Delilah expels a puff of air like the wind has been knocked out of her. A couple of deep strokes and she cums almost instantly; just what Venus hoped for. Delilah's legs come down, her heels dig into the mattress as she thrusts up to him; a low growl deep in her throat. Daddy's cock jerks and bucks. He pulls out to explode onto her magnificent tits. "Aaaah!" "Ooh, you are a NASTY Daddy," she coos, as she pushes her arms up to squish the cum-splattered flesh together, and to bounce and jiggle them for his enjoyment. "Look what you've done," she teases, "your thick load is all OVER my boobies." Venus quickly moves in to lick it off Delilah's huge nipples and Daddy's still twitching cock. To be extra naughty, she then shares it with Delilah as they kiss; smearing his hot cum over both of their tongues and lips for their Daddy to see. He rolls over onto his back. A satisfied smile comes over his face. He can't remember the last time he had a ball-drainer like this one. Naughty Sisters Ch. 05 [Author's note: All characters in this story are more than 18 years old.] Part 1: "How does this look?" Mommy asks as she turns in front of the mirror. It's the fifth dress she's tried on so far. "It's too racy for you, Mom," Delilah responds matter-of-factly. "Really? How do you mean?" "Well, the neckline is way too low and the whole thing accentuates your behind. You'd look like a harlot in that." "Hmm...I rather like it, actually," Mommy muses distractedly into the mirror. "It might go nicely with my new shoes I bought last week." Delilah rolls her eyes, then looks away to people-watch other shoppers in the store. The new fall clothes are out so the place is packed. "This one won't be around long; someone is sure to snap it up if I don't," Mommy concludes out loud. "I think I'll take it," she says to the clerk. Delilah pretends she's interested in something else and wanders off toward the lingerie department. By the time Mommy catches up with her, she's bought two new bras and some pantyhose. "Are you about done?" Mommy asks. "I thought we might grab some lunch before we head home. What do you say?" "Sure. Where would you like to go?" "How about Lindy's? We haven't been there in years." Delilah humors her with, "Sounds good to me." They make there way to Lindy's at the other end of the mall, and are soon being seated. It HAS been ages since they were together - just the two of them - at Lindy's. At one time it was THE place to eat at the mall. Now? Who knows? As they both slide into their respective sides of the booth, they each catch a glimpse of the other's abundant cleavage. And they each are making mental comparison's to their own. It should be clear though that there is no winner; they both are magnificently endowed. Sure, Mommy sags just a touch nowadays, but that is completely offset by the depth and length she enjoys. After that mutual, but clandestine, sizing-up, they sink into their menus. It's not long before the waiter is taking their order of two very dietetic lunches, then off he goes. "Now tell me more about Amy," Mommy opens. Mommy's curiosity about Amy exceeds any she's ever had about any of Delilah's BOY friends. With more than a hint of suspicion, Delilah asks, "Well, what would you like to know that we didn't cover in the kitchen last night?" Mommy gets a little defensive, but presses ahead nonetheless. "Why don't you tell me what she's like in bed?" "Ah ha. So that's it. It's lesbian sex you're interested in." "Not just sex, silly. I'm interested in the whole experience," Mommy retorts. "Mother, please. What else do people DO in bed?" "A lot more than sex, that's for sure. It's where the bedrock gets put down for many a relationship. It's where the truly intimate communication takes place." Just then the waiter reappears with their iced teas and a small basket of rolls. "Your order will be right up", he intones as he takes a peak down Delilah's blouse. He's subtle but not so subtle that he escapes Mommy's notice. She's had many men, young and old, look down her blouse most of her life. But she feels a small pang now to see him prefer Delilah over herself. As soon as he's gone, Delilah quickly counters with, "Do I ask you what Daddy is like in bed?" "No, I guess not." "Then let's drop it, okay?" Delilah shoots back. Mommy goes mum. She doesn't want to put Delilah off. She wants them to have a good time together. She acknowledges her error and shifts to more general subjects. But as they're talking, Delilah keeps thinking about her mother's question about Amy. Why did she ask it? Is she less of a prude than Delilah has thought all these years? She begins to wonder if Mommy has ever wanted lesbian sex. Before long, their salads come. They dig in while their chatting continues, but Mommy's question keeps gnawing at her. Finally, Delilah breaks down, "Mother, what IS Daddy like in bed? Does he satisfy you?" Mommy's eyes lock on hers for a second. It's as if she's been hoping Delilah would ask. There is a pause, she looks down at her plate. Then in a soft voice, she says, "He satisfies me in every way that a man can satisfy a woman." Knowing Daddy the way she does, Delilah queries further, "What do you mean? That there's nothing more that you want?" "I mean that whatever I ask, he provides. Whatever new game I devise, he learns. Whatever part of my body needs attention, he sees to it." Delilah gets some flashes of her parents doing all kinds of nasty things together. For the first time in her life, she sees her Mother as a sexy whore for Daddy. His big dong in her mouth; her thighs spread wide for him; his mouth all over Mommy's fleshy mounds the same way he partakes of hers. The images arouse her. She even sees herself with Mommy; suckling at her huge nipples while Mommy strokes her hair. She suddenly realizes she's no longer hearing Mommy's words; that she's missing much of what she's telling her. She snaps out of it in time to hear, "...like it kinky." She's thinking, Who likes it kinky? Daddy? Mommy? Both? The waiter appears again to ask if there will be anything else. "No thank you, just the check," Mommy replies. Part 2: The drive home is pleasant with the windows down. Delilah's hair is blowing back; the sunlight through the trees is playing off her smooth neck. She looks over at Mommy behind the wheel; her dress is hiked up so that much of her thigh is exposed. Mommy looks back. Delilah looks away. There is a long silence. They are both thinking. Part 3: They are home in no time. As they pull into the driveway, Mommy says, "Venus and Daddy are probably still working in the workshop. Shall we say hello?" "Of course." They knock on the door. No answer. "Honey, are you in there?" A three-second delay, then from within they hear, "Yes dear, we've got lots to do. A couple more hours at least. What's for supper?" "It's a surprise," Mommy blurts, almost sarcastically. She looks at Delilah and says, "Let's leave them to the jigsaws and the sawdust. C'mon, I want to show you how my new dress goes with my new shoes." Mommy invites Delilah into her bedroom, which is rare enough, but she also asks her to help with her zipper, which is something she has never done before. Delilah is surprised and quite happy to oblige. She stands behind her as Mommy looks into the mirror. She unzips the back. Mommy leans forward to slip her arms out, then lets it fall to the floor. Seeing her standing in only bra and panties gives Delilah a twitch between her legs. Her earlier vision of her mother as Daddy's sexy whore recurs. Mommy whisks the new dress off the hanger, bends to step into it, her mammaries nearly bobbling out of her bra; then standing upright, says, "Zip me, please." Delilah pulls up on the zipper; the material cinches up around Mommy's body. The dress does indeed accentuate her derriere, but her tits are also in full prominence. It is anything but prudish, in fact it gives her a very slutty look. Mommy sits on the edge of the bed. "Will you help me with my shoes?" she asks, shoving the shoe box toward Delilah on the floor. "They're a little tight." Delilah kneels, then sits back on her heels. "Sure," she says as she opens it to two shiny black stilettos laying inside. Her eyes grow larger. She's never seen her conservative mother in stilettos. She swallows and takes one of Mommy's feet in her hand to slip it into the stiletto; hoping all the while that Mommy doesn't notice her trembling fingers. When she looks up to gage her awareness, Mommy is looking at her in a way she never has before. A stillness descends. Delilah lowers her eyes. She places the stiletto shod foot to the floor, then lifts the bare foot up to her mouth. She runs her tongue over the beautifully tanned toes, then along the top of the arch while looking up again into Mommy's eyes. "Yesss," Mommy whispers slowly, "Do it. Just. Like. That." Delilah slips the other stiletto onto the bare foot, then laps her tongue up the spike heel and onto Mommy's ankle. Mommy turns it out to invite Delilah to move up her shapely calf; which she does, lasciviously slithering the underside of her tongue up the smooth flesh to slicken it with her saliva. "Oh, that's lovely," Mommy breathes in a smoky voice. As Delilah moves still higher, Mommy opens her legs to allow her snug panties to come fully into view. They are stretched tightly over her moistening mound, presenting an alluring destination for Delilah's tongue. She lies back, lifting her legs to better receive her daughter's attentions. Delilah continues to lap and slither along one thigh, then the other; pausing only to relish the thought of her mother's luscious cunt just barely concealed beneath the fabric. She feels herself getting wet too. Two juicy cunts just aching for attention. She reaches up to the waistband to pull Mommy's panties down. Mommy eagerly raises her hips momentarily to allow them to slip down, then puts her legs straight up so Delilah can slip them off and give them a toss. Mommy pulls her new - but already wrinkled - dress up over her waist. Delilah is now face-to-womb. A jumble of images are crowding in. She is getting flashes of Daddy's cock being gripped by those thick lips as he pounds Mommy; then of her own head emerging from between them as she entered this world. She plunges her mouth onto Mommy's huge clit. Licks it. Flicks at it. Takes it into her mouth in the same way she wants Mommy to do to her. She wiggles her tongue in Mommy's snatch, licks her along her fabulous lips, then back to her throbbing clit. She feels like she's taking Mommy's very essence into her being. Mommy writhes. She puts her hands to the back of Delilah's head. "Oh yes; that's wonderful," she gasps. "Please, please." Digging her stilettos into the mattress, she thrusts up repeatedly, heaves her hips completely off the bed, never breaking contact with Delilah's mouth. Then twitching and twisting, her thighs gripping Delilah's head, she shudders to a delicious orgasm. As she settles down, she finishes with a low growl of contentment deep in her throat. After a pause, she draws Delilah up to her bosom to cuddle. "That was so sweet. No man can do it so sweetly," she avers, affirming that something has been missing from her sex life. Still aroused, Delilah nestles her head between her mother's massive mammaries, her wet cunt pressing against her knee. She raises her mouth to Mommy's; they kiss passionately; all tongues. It is a most exhilarating kiss. Her mother IS a VERY sexy whore! Delilah's breathing picks up. What will they do? Will Mommy finger her? Eat her? Mommy reaches into her nightstand to pull out a strap-on, a large one. She stands up to strip off her new dress and to don the strap-on. "This is what I use on Daddy when he's been a bad boy," she winks. To Delilah it is now vividly clear that she is no prude. Mommy gives her a stern look, more like her Domme than her mother, and invites her to strip too. To Delilah it is less of an invitation than it is an order. She strips hastily, keeping her eyes on Mommy's big dong. The straps hug Mommy's hips and pass around and under her plump ass to meet at her crotch. When she walks the straps support her cheeks like a bra, so her ass flesh ripples seductively with each step. The erect dildo jostles in concert. Mommy directs her to her knees for some dildo sucking. Delilah quickly complies. As she reaches for it, Mommy calmly asserts that she is not to use her hands. Delilah nods submissively; extends only her tongue. Mommy places her hand to the underside of Delilah's chin, grasps the base of the dildo with her other hand and guides the head to Delilah's lips. The taste of the latex is not exactly pleasant, but it's not too off putting either. It is new to her though. She would much prefer the real thing. Or better still, a real pussy, especially a juicy one like Mommy's. They flop on the bed to embrace; their flesh bags mashed against one another like pillows; their huge nipples rubbing together. Mommy rolls over on top, raises up push-up style, her hanging knockers swaying over Delilah's. Delilah lifts her legs up and out to better expose her wet cunt to the dildo. Mommy pushes it in without delay. She begins to stroke it in and out, her enormous boobs swinging with each thrust. She looks into her daughter's eyes. A special bond is being formed. It's different than with Daddy. Daddy is good to them both, but he always takes more than he gives. Mommy and Delilah are giving in a way only two women can give to each other. Delilah is emitting little squeaks. Her skin feels electric. Mommy's huge breasts are swinging and bobbling. She lowers her mouth to Delilah's. Their tongues flick at one another through the air, then entangle. Mommy seizes complete control; her mouth covers Delilah's as she relentlessly pumps her cunt full of stiff dildo. Her flesh against Delilah's; her dominance; her tongue pinning Delilah's to the back of her throat, all act as potent aphrodisiacs for her daughter. Delilah pulls her mouth away, gasping for air; cumming almost instantly. "Oh Mommy!" she cries out in a wee voice. Then quickly re-attaches her mouth to Mommy's; lurches and heaves against the dildo. Mommy continues to pump until the last of it subsides, then rolls off onto her side. They are both sweaty. Beads of it glisten on their bodies. They lie there for a moment to catch their breath. Mommy runs her fingers through Delilah's hair. "Does Amy do it like that?" she asks. Naughty Sisters Ch. 06 [Author's note: All characters in this story are more than 18 years old.] Part 1: "Well, that was another delicious meal," Venus smiles at Mommy. "Thank you." Daddy nods in agreement. "You're welcome, but you should thank Delilah too. She helped," Mommy kiddingly replies. "Oh Mother, I chopped the veggies," Delilah retorts. "We know it's you who deserves all the credit." With that, Venus and Delilah push back from the table and busy themselves with the cleanup. Mommy and Daddy linger for a moment longer. "What time did you say the Johnsons were coming over?" Daddy asks. "Around eight, they said" Mommy answers. Venus and Delilah shrug at each other like, Who are the Johnson's? Looking at his watch, Daddy says, "I guess we'd better start getting ready then." Delilah asks, "The Johnson's?" "Yes. They're friends of ours. Good friends," Daddy says, then looking at Mommy he tentatively adds, "They are anxious to meet you and Venus." "Oh," Delilah says, her wheels beginning to turn. When she catches up to Venus in the kitchen, she gives a low sigh, "Looks like we're going to be having company." "So I gather," Venus acknowledges, almost whispering. "What do you suppose this is all about?" "I don't know, but Daddy seems a little uneasy about it." "Maybe it was Mommy's idea," Venus muses. Part 2: While Mommy and Daddy are upstairs getting ready for their guests, the sisters finish up in the kitchen. It's not long before Delilah nudges Venus. "What were you and Daddy doing when Mommy and I knocked on the workshop door this afternoon?" she asks. "Oh, wouldn't you like to know," Venus smiles. "You were being his little slut, weren't you," Delilah counters. "Maybe." "Well, I'll bet you can't guess what Mommy and I were doing shortly thereafter," Delilah teases, as they both move into the living room. Just then their parents descend the stairs. They have both changed into different clothes. Daddy has donned a white silk shirt that is open down the front to his navel, exposing his tanned chest and abdomen. He's also wearing some sort of medallion on a chain that nestles in his chest hair. Mommy is made-up like a whore; loud lipstick, heavy mascara with long false eyelashes. She's also wearing the slutty new dress she bought today, but she's not in the stilettos. She's in black heels and hose. She must have changed bras too, because her tits are pushed up almost obscenely; they bulge over the low neckline and flex with each breath like they could burst out any second. Venus and Delilah are nearly bug-eyed. What the hell is THIS? Mommy and Daddy go on as if nothing is out of the ordinary. They sit down on the couch together, across from the girls in the twin armchairs opposite them. "We think you'll like the Johnsons," Mommy says. "They're lots of fun." Daddy asks, "Would you two like to change into something more comfortable before they get here?" "I suppose," Delilah responds. "What would be appropriate?" she asks mockingly, looking directly at Mommy's flexing tit flesh. "Something tight and low cut?" "Don't be so smart," Mommy shoots back with the curtest of smiles. Both Venus and Delilah attempt to laugh it off. Then go upstairs to change. Part 3: As soon as they get in their room, Venus says to Delilah, "Do you have any idea what they're up to?" "I'm not sure, but after the way Mommy behaved today, I'm wondering." "How DID Mommy behave today?" Venus asks. "Let's just say that Mommy is nowhere near the prude we've imagined her to be," Delilah says. Then before Venus can ask anymore questions, she pulls the two new bras she bought today out of the shopping bag and holds them up, one in each hand. "Which one shall I try on first?" she inquires devilishly. "Ooh, the white one," Venus says, her interest level obviously rising. Delilah unbuttons her blouse; strips it off while turning her back to Venus, and says, "Then undo the clasp, please." Venus gets a nice pulse to her crotch. She loves Delilah to model her bras. Once unclasped, Delilah quickly sheds her old bra, then bends down to hang her masses so she can better fit the new cups up to them. Venus reaches from behind to fondle one as it swings. Delilah sexily whispers, "Ooh, that feels nice. Do you want to be naughty?"" Both of her nipples begin to harden as she places the demi cups against her warm tit flesh. Venus hooks the clasp. When Delilah stands upright again, much of it bulges over the cups. She turns around to show Venus. "How does this look?" she asks, as she bounces on her heels to jiggle her abundance near Venus's face. "Luscious. But do you really plan to wear that in public?" Venus answers. "The demi cup would be all right if you'd just go to a larger size? I swear, you overflow every bra you own." "Okay, let's see how the other one fits," Delilah responds. The OTHER one is a shelf bra. "I know, for sure, I won't be wearing THIS one in public," she quips. She discards the demi cups, and bends down again to place the "shelves" to the underside of her heavy gazongas. Freshly clasped, she pulls the straps over her shoulders and stands up. The effect is breathtaking. Cradled on the shelves, her massive mammaries jut straight out. The nipples bob with the bobbling flesh overhanging the ends of the shelves, and a sea of jiggling jello slopes into her cavernous cleavage. Venus could only dream of such magnificence. Now they wait before her, begging for her caress. She swallows anxiously; immediately slithers her wet tongue over the nipples, sucks them, squeezes them until they protrude grotesquely. The sight turns her on all the more. She plunges her mouth onto them, sucking in as much flesh as will fit in her mouth. She nearly devours them. "That's wonderful," Delilah whispers. She throws her head back and thrusts them toward Venus, relishing her little sister's attentions. Only to have the sound of the front doorbell rudely intrude. The guests have arrived. "Damn," blurts Delilah, "they'll be expecting us downstairs." Venus removes her mouth from the feast and looks into Delilah's eyes. "Why don't you surprise them by wearing this bra?" she slyly suggests. "Are you kidding? With what? I don't have anything that would fit over me in this condition." "Just button the buttons below it, they'll hold the fabric around it. Only your cleavage will be exposed. All of it. But what's wrong with that?" Venus dares. "Look at the way Mommy is dressed." "Yeah, what could she say?" Delilah thinks out loud. They hear voices downstairs, and then some laughter. In a low voice, Delilah says, "You go down first to meet them. I'll be down in a few minutes." Part 4: Venus does the sisterly thing and goes down to meet Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. Mr. Johnson seems a little forward; he kisses her hand, but he does it with dignity. They are indeed nice people, very cordial, very friendly. They put her at ease almost instantly. He is about Daddy's age, rather handsome, but a little smaller in stature. His shirt is suggestively open like Daddy's. She is much younger, very petite like Venus, but unlike Venus, she wears her hair very short and her nails very long. She's in lucite platform heels with dangly matching earrings. After some brief pleasantries they all sit. Only to have Delilah appear at the top of the stairs. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson rise again to greet her as she comes down. She's in Venus's choice of bra; her nipples are barely covered, with the rest on full display. Everything is in motion as she descends. "My, my," Mr. Johnson says. "Aren't you lovely." Only it's obvious he means much more than that. She smiles and holds out her hand. He kisses it as he did Venus's, but his eyes scan up greedily over her fleshy expanse. Mrs. Johnson seems taken by Delilah too. She can't keep her eyes off of her. Nor can Delilah keep hers off of Mrs. Johnson; her resemblance to Amy is uncanny. The ease Venus felt initially is quickly evaporating, but Delilah is relishing the attention. It can't last long though. Mommy and Daddy are clearly not pleased with Delilah's choice of attire. Mommy, particularly, seems anxious to get Delilah on her way back upstairs. She has very quickly grabbed the spotlight - like she always does. After a few more pleasantries, Mommy suggests that the two sisters might want to retire to their room; that there is no need for them to be "bored by the old folks". Being as polite as they can be, they both take the cue in good spirits and excuse themselves. However, they DO feel like little kids again, being shooed away so the "adults" can visit in private. Part 5: "Damn, that was rude of Mommy," Delilah explodes as soon as she shuts the bedroom door behind her. "Why invite them over when we're home for a visit?" she asks. "Then send us to our room. What's the point?" "I don't know. This is creeping me out," Venus replies. "The Johnsons are nice, but there is something strange going on. This is not the way we have company in this family." "Do you want to retaliate?" asks Delilah. "What do you mean? What could we do?" Venus asks. "For starters, I think it's time Mommy found out about me and Daddy," Delilah says. "And it's time HE found out about me and Mommy." "You and Mommy?" Venus puzzles. "Yes. She nailed me with a strap-on this afternoon." "I don't believe it," Venus blurts. "Well, you should. She's a very hot slut. She loves it all." "You mean girls too?" "Yes, of course that's what I mean," Delilah fires back. "Well, here's another data point for you then," Venus volleys. "She likes it in the ass." "How do you know?" "Daddy let me watch him do it to her one night." "Why didn't you tell me?" Delilah asks. "It never seemed like the right time. But believe me, it happened." "Oh I believe you," Delilah assures her. As they are each processing what they've just learned, they hear some noises downstairs. Venus looks at Delilah. "What do you suppose they're doing right now?" "Shall we take a peek?" Delilah asks, knowing full well what the answer will be. They decide to sneak out onto the landing to spy on the party below. They first turn out the bedroom light so it won't be obvious that they're opening the door. It creaks sometimes so they also need to be careful of that. But the biggest problem is the floor itself; it creaks - loudly. They get on their hands and knees to crawl toward the railing. They can hear murmuring and some grunting against a backdrop of heavy breathing. No talking. They keep their heads down; they want only to peek over the edge. The first thing to come into view is Daddy's and Mr. Johnson's heads. As they get closer to the edge, Mommy's black high heels and nylon sheathed calves appear. They are pointed up, waving in the air. Then they see the slender back of Mrs. Johnson on her knees and elbows . Daddy is behind her fucking her doggie style, while her head bobs between Mommy's thighs. Mommy is on her back enjoying Mrs. Johnson's tongue in her pussy, while Mr. Johnson straddles her torso and pumps his cock between her tits. She is giving him a slutty wink with her long lashes while extending her tongue provocatively. All four of them are on the floor; they've pushed the coffee table over to the side. And all four of them are having a good time. But it is Mrs. Johnson who is getting the most benefit out of the arrangement. Daddy's huge cock is stretching her good while she buries her face in Mommy's plush lips to suck and savor her swollen clit. Viewing the scene from above, Venus and Delilah feel themselves getting very moist. With them on their hands and knees, one of Delilah's heavy udders has slipped free of her blouse and hangs low underneath her. Venus can't resist cupping it to lift the flesh up until her hand is supporting the weight of it, then letting it descend to full extension again. Up and down, up and down to get the full sense of the mass of it, while they both watch the action below. Mrs. Johnson is grunting now. She's going to cum. She squeals a very feminine little squeal as her petite hips and back writhe. Daddy pumps her tight little twat harder to get her over the top. They are all breathing heavily. Mrs. Johnson releases her mouth from Mommy's cunt; shudders and squeaks as she cums. "Oh yes. Just like that. Just like that." she gasps. As she settles down, the sisters can hear her cooing to Daddy over her shoulder, thanking him for holding his own orgasm and staying hard inside her. She pulls away to turn around to him. Bends to briefly lick her juices from his cock, then rises to extend her active tongue to his nipple. Her long red nails are splayed across his chest. Her dangly earrings jostle to the motions of her tongue. Venus and Delilah want to do something nasty too. With their skirts now hiked to their waists, their fingers eagerly find their way into their soaking panties. The four players down in the living room shuffle their positions. Daddy lies on his back with his huge dong pointing toward the ceiling, while Mommy straddles him from above. She bends down to his mouth to give him all of her tongue, then slips her well lubed snatch over his full erection. Her pendulous masses swing over him. The sisters are entering a masturbatory haze, wondering where all this will lead. Mommy signals Mr. johnson to get behind her. He drops to his knees to lick and nibble her magnificent ass while she holds atop Daddy's pole. He goes to one knee to swipe the head of his cock over her bountiful ass flesh, then nuzzles it in her crack. She reaches back with one hand to pull a plump cheek to the side to better expose her fiery anus. His head finds it, then disappears as he slips it in. The full length of his shaft soon follows. "Ooh; that's it," she breathily encourages him. He begins to stroke. Slowly at first, then faster as they ease into rhythm. His balls bang against Daddy's with each thrust. His cock rubs against Daddy's through Mommy's membranes. "Do you feel him there?" she whispers to Daddy. "Yes," he whispers back. A self satisfied expression comes over her face as she revels in the delicious sensation of dueling cocks within her. Mrs. Johnson, not to be left out, has positioned herself to the side where she can fondle Mommy's flopping flesh bags with one hand, and caress her back with the other. With her husband enjoying Mommy's sumptuous ass, she moves her slender hand over Mommy's back. Her long red nails contrast nicely with Mommy's white skin. She works her fingers to the small of Mommy's back, then reaches to her husband's pelvis as he rhythmically pumps. She looks into his eyes and lightly scrapes her nails down to the base of his cock. Only to move back onto Mommy's ass just above where his shaft is sliding in and out. She runs her forefinger and index finger to either side of the point of entry, and then wiggles them playfully to massage the edges of her impaled bunghole. Mommy abruptly draws in air through her teeth, "Ssssss." The sisters get a twitch too. They've never witnessed such a wanton scene. Mommy is welling up fast. Mrs. Johnson now has her mouth to Mommy's ear. Her warm tongue is lustily working its way in. She breathes, "Cum, my darling. Please cum." With that and two stiff cocks filling her holes, Mommy is on fire! Her hips vibrate. The flesh on her ass ripples. She heaves and jerks. The sisters are overwhelmed. Their hands are rubbing there pussies rapidly; they're going to cum too. Mommy bats her long lashes, then her eyes roll up. She throws her head back as exquisite spasms wash over her. Daddy jerks and grunts. "I'm going to cum," he cries. Mr. Johnson's pants, "Oh, oh, oh!" They both heave against Mommy. She feels Daddy's cock pulse and twitch as he ejaculates deep within her. Mr. Johnson pulls out at the last second to shoot a warm splat to her back. She arches in pure ecstasy. Mrs. Johnson immediately moves in with her long tongue to lap her husband's load from Mommy's back. First the puddle along her spine, then the streak leading to her gaping hole. The naughty sisters cum to the fury of their frenzied fingers, gasping uncontrollably. They struggle to muffle their delights as they hastily crawl back to the bedroom over the creaky floor. As soon as the door is shut, they slump against it in the dark. Venus swallows, still trying to catch her breath, "Oh my god. I don't believe what I just saw." "Nor do I," Delilah chokes, still fingering herself in the aftermath. Downstairs, Mommy, pretending not to have heard the creaks on the landing, takes her finishing strokes while looking into Daddy's eyes.