0 comments/ 85039 views/ 4 favorites The Last Laugh By: Barb36D The following is based on a true story. My sister Janet is five years my senior. The differences between us are striking. Janet, a conservative brunette was blessed with dark, beautiful Cosmo-type facial features and a delicate frame. I, on the other hand, am ashblond with a ruddy complexion and a rather liberal personality. Regarding our difference in figures, let’s just say the “boob train” didn’t stop for Janet, but I rode it way too long. She’s an a-cup at best, while I have to tote around two, big d-cup melons. We both have wide, child-bearing hips and thighs that constantly need work. Janet married right out of college and was content to live the sedate life, raising kids and paying off the mortgage. The last thing on my wandering brain was to settle down after school. I moved to a big city, burned my bra, wore short-shorts, mini-skirts and tie-died t-shirts. While Janet was busy birthing and raising two kids, I was on-the-pill and “practicing” pre-marital sex. I did my fair share of “practicing”, in those days! We kind of lost track of each other during that crazy decade of the 70’s, until I started hearing my biological clock alarm go off. At twenty-five, I opted for marriage to Donny. My new husband and I moved back to smalltown to start our own family. Janet and I renewed our relationship and became best buddies again. Her twenty-five year old marriage ended in a fiery divorce. After the typical grieving and blaming periods, she went through a wonderful era of self-examination and personal growth. She lost a ton of weight, got a good job and became self-reliant. She became quite a desirable package and men came calling with greater frequency. One of her suitors, named Cal, had more impact on her than the others. Long, lanky Cal was 4 or 5 years older, divorced and a charming guy to be around. Cal was entertaining, but suffered from an incurable case of self-infatuation. Since his divorce, he fashioned himself as a lady’s man. Janet somehow managed to find fictitious womanizing an enduring quality, while casual observers warned her of the consequences. After a time, Janet moved in with Cal and their relationship blossomed. It was a Monday night when I got an unexpected call from her. “Hi Sis –we need to talk,” she started, with words no one ever wants to hear. “What’s up Janet?” “It’s Cal. He’s starting to talk about commitment and making plans for the future. I think he’s getting serious,” she stated. “So? Is that a problem? Sounds like a natural progression for you two?” I asked. “Oh, I really care about him, and have considered taking things to the next level, but…” she paused. “But what?” “Well, our mutual friends tell me he still fools around with other women. I know it’s “old-school” of me, but I couldn’t bear knowing he was hitting on other women!” “I agree. That would probably piss me off too! Do you have any REAL evidence that he’s actually screwing around?” I asked. “No, that’s the problem! He denies it, and our friends never give me anything to go on but hear-say”, she said, frustrated. “Hum, sounds like you need to catch him in the act, to know for sure,” I concluded. “I know, she continued, That’s kind of why I called, to ask you a personal favor.” She admitted. “Sure Janet, anything I can do to help. What do you need?” “I’m probably nuts, thinking you’d even do this for me?” She begged. “Come on now, what’s a sister for? Just say it,” I said smiling. “OK then… would you hit on him for me?” She asked shyly. “You mean, like flirt with him and stuff, just to see if he’d make a pass at me?” I suggested. “YEAH, exactly!” She sounded relieved. “Sure, I can do that for you, if you want. I suppose it’s the only way you can find out for sure, right?” “Oh that would be great! Why don’t you and Donny drop by for drinks and dinner on Friday, and we’ll take it from there?” She invited happily. “I’ll have to tell Donny about our plan, though. Knowing him, he’ll say it’s OK, as long as he can watch!” I laughed. The rest of our conversation consisted of the particulars: what I was to wear, how to act, what to say –everything was discussed, except how far I was to let Cal go, if/when he came on to me. The week flew by at a furious pace, and Friday night found Donny and I at our regular watering hole. We had both downed a Martini, when it dawned on me that I hadn’t told him about Janet’s plan. “Shit we’re supposed to be at Janet and Cal’s place right now for dinner!” I suddenly recalled. “What’s that all about?” Asked Donny. I explained Janet’s scheme to him and the reasons for it. Donny’s reaction was the one I expected. “That sounds like a hoot! I’ll have to get a front row seat for THAT!” He chuckled, and ordered us another round of Martinis. [side note: I’m a one-Martini girl; anymore than one and you might as well call the men in the little white jackets.] I convinced Donny to let us stop by our place so I could change from my work clothes. I crammed my wide hips into some cutoff jeans and a rather provocative cotton blouse, that Janet said should have the desired affect on Cal. Stumbling up the steps to Cal’s front porch, I rang the bell. “Well, it’s about time. We thought you two were a no-show!” Exclaimed Cal, giving my outfit the once-over. “Sorry to be so late. Something came up, and well you know,” I answered, sloughing off for lack of a decent excuse. I took Janet aside and made sure her plan of deception was still a “go”. She smiled, nodded and unbuttoned another button on my blouse. I discovered soon enough that my lace pushup bra and half-opened blouse gave a great view of my full cleavage line, if I turned a certain direction. This fact coupled with my inebriation would make for excellent flirting. Cal had mixed a batch of Margarita’s. We both filled our glasses and met up with the guys in the front room. Donny and Cal were discussing some inane football bullshit, when I edged myself between them. “So Cal, Janet tells me you guys have a new hot tub? Maybe after dinner, you can give us the 50-cent tour?” I asked, batting my eyes and brushing my tit against his hairy arm. “Sure Barb, but why wait until dinner? I can show you now, if you like?” He offered, with eyes shooting like lasers down my open blouse. He took hold of my hand and led me to the deck door. I glanced back at my smiling husband and sister, and knew my advances must be working. Upon slamming the deck door behind us, the overhead light gave out. This left the two of us in virtual darkness. “Dam light bulb, I’ll have to fix that,” stated Cal, still intent on showing me the hot tub. “Cal, I can’t see anything! It’s pitch black out here!” I said, stumbling into his back. “Don’t worry, your eyes will get used to that. The hot tub is just around the side of the house,” he said, pulling me along behind. I felt the house’s edge as we turned a corner, and heard bubbling sounds coming from the tub. After a few more paces we stopped and I could barely see a neighbor’s light glowing in the distance through the rising fog from the tub. “As you can see Barb, it’s a rather small hot tub, but it takes up most of the deck.” “Hey, I still can’t see a dam thing?” I restated, and got a whiff of chlorine. “OK, let me get passed you and I’ll turn on a light,” said Cal, releasing my hand. There wasn’t more than two feet between the house and the tub, which meant I had to put my back against the wall to let him pass. Sliding past me, his lower chest smashed into my big boobs. “Now that’s a problem I’ve never had with your sister!” He laughed and pulled slowly away from me. I returned a nervous chuckle and listened to his fading footsteps on the deck. God, what an creep he is! I hope I don’t have too many more close brushes from this asshole. Standing there in the cold night air, with my drink, I could start to see the entire outline of the small, two-person hot tub. A newly lit room behind me cast just enough light onto the deck to see a dark form approaching. “Barb! You still there? I can’t quite make you out!” He yelled, and I felt his hand on my tit. Letting out a short gasp, I instinctively brought my free hand up to move his hand. I was too late, he had already inserted his long, bony fingers past my blouse and inside my bra. “I think you’re making out just fine –why don’t you fondle the other onewhile you’re at it?” I said, in a pissed off voice. There was no denying it now, the asshole was making a play for me. My foggy brain searched for a way to tell Janet that her man truly was a womanizer, as his hand shifted to my other tit and toyed with my hard nipple. “Stop that now Cal. What would Janet say?” I asked, trying to be diplomatic. He wouldn’t stop, and edged his long leg between my legs to nudge my crotch. Figuring my best defense was an appropriate offense, I reached down and put a death-grip around his package. Any other man would have screamed in pain. He just sighed. “Come on now Cal. Let’s just forget this ever happened, OK?” I demanded nervously, and tighten my vise-grip on his privates to make my point. “You want it Baby, don’t you? Why don’t you take it out and…” he started, and I felt his long cock begin to harden in my grasp. “OK Buddy. I think you need to cool off!” I yelled, and dumped my drink in his crotch. That cold jolt made him finally break his grip on my chest. I pulled my body away from him and bolted for the door. In the process, he tore my blouse completely open, busting the remaining buttons. Reaching for the door, I heard the sound of laughter coming from the other side. Standing with my hand on the doorknob, I felt embarrassed by letting Janet’s loverboy molest me. Knowing that Janet’s perverted boyfriend was at least temporarily indisposed, I decided to gather my self-dignity and eavesdrop on their conversation. “Oh man, is she ever gonna be pissed or what?” Said Donny. “I can’t wait to see her expression, when she comes through that door, and finds out it was all a setup!” Janet laughed. Ah, so that was the “plan”. It wasn’t to trap Cal. It was a scheme to make a fool out of me. Well, I can play that game too! Quickly I devised my own little plan of turning the tables on all of them. I messed up my hair and lipstick, undid my jeans and threw open the door. “Hi guys! Having fun? I sure am! Think I’ll try out that new hot tub!” I said eagerly, watching their jaws drop to the floor. Ripping my buttonless blouse off, I staggered into their bedroom. Janet followed close behind, quizzing me the whole time. “So, how did it go with Cal? Did he try anything?” She leaded. “Gosh Janet, I don’t see a problem with Cal. Why he’s a perfect gentleman,” I said, cringing inside. “Don’t you have an extra swimsuit in here?” I asked, tearing through her lingerie drawer. She had no extra suit, but I did find an old teddy that might be a good substitute. I stripped out of my jeans, bra and panties, and shoved myself into the dilapidated one-piece, see-through fabric. The faded teddy was at best one size too small for my larger frame and big boobs. Closing the two crotch snaps, and pulling up the spaghetti straps, I gazed at my whorish self in the dresser mirror. Taking a deep breath, the thin fabric stretched almost to the point of tearing. “This should get Cal’s attention. Don’t you think?” I asked rhetorically, reapplied my lipstick, and tweaked my noticeably hard nipples. Janet was speechless with my behavior and choice in seductive wardrobe. I pulled out a dark blue teddy from her drawer and advised she should wear it, so I wouldn’t feel too out of place. She numbly obliged me and got ready. The two of us wrapped a pair of beach towels around us and went to rejoin the men. In the front room, Cal had the stereo playing a ballsy blues CD by Susan Tedeschi (who I personally adore). Janet and I downed another salty Margarita and I sashayed over to the stereo. Cranking it up several notches, I pulled a bewildered Cal to his feet to dance with me. Donny and Janet’s looks of total confusion were fuel enough to feed my need to put on an indecent show. Eventually the two of them began dancing together, more or less, as silent observers. “See you changed your pants, Cal. I didn’t mean to get you all wet before,” I purred and slung my locked hands around his neck. Overtly moving my pelvis against his body, I leaned back to afford him a nice view of my semi-covered cleavage. Glancing at the other couple, I noticed Donny trying to mimic our actions. It was rather cute to see my perpetrators still trying to conspire against me. I found myself relaxing in the long skinny arms of my degenerate molester, and decided to refocus on my scheme. “Ooooh Cal, it’s SO hot in here. How can you stand it?” I asked, seductively pulling his polo shirt up and over his head. Competitive Donny removed his shirt in response, while Janet tentatively felt my husband’s bare chest. I didn’t dare look goofy Cal in the face, but undid his belt buckle. With one long jerk, I pulled his belt from around him. Letting my hands roam his muscular chest, I had to admit he was very toned for an older pervert. The more seduction I applied, the more dirty Cal’s hands felt me up and tried to unloosen my towel. I bounced off of him and fixed my fingers on his pants button. “Aren’t you just burning up in these pants?” I whispered, and undid them. Immediately his pants fell from his slender waist, to expose his shorts. But, NO SHORTS! Oh my God! Once I realized my error, I bent down to retrieve his falling slacks. That’s when I was greeted with a fully erect cock in my face. With hands on his hips, Cal proudly displayed his nudity and swung his hips to slap my cheek with his nine-inch beast. “Whoa, you naughty boy! We’d better put a lid on that bad boy right now!” I exclaimed, jumping to my feet. Without a second thought, I unwrapped my towel and re-wrapped it around his waist. Now there was nothing but a thin, frail teddy between my total nakedness and Cal’s probing hands. I danced in and out of his grasp, and watched Donny drop his pants and shorts. I was somewhat surprised to see Janet’s delayed reaction to Donny’s exposure. With her gawking eyes fixed on my husband’s attributes, she only gave up her beach towel after Donny insisted. “Well, I think it’s time to check out that new hot tub,” I said, pulling away from Cal’s yucky fingers. I ran to the door and down the dark deck, with Cal in hot pursuit. He was in such a hurry, he barely reacted to loosing the towel along the way. By the time Janet and Donny caught up to us, the cold night air had hit me. The combination of the brisk fall air and alcohol almost made me pass out. Naked Cal got in the tub and helped me step in. Now the night air, booze and hot water combined to send my head reeling. I crossed my arms to cover my shaking boobs and stood frozen in the bubbling water. I hardly noticed Janet and Donny get in next to me and sit down. With limited space in the tub, Janet boldly sat on my husband’s naked lap. “Barb, Honey, what’s wrong –you’re shivering!” Observed Donny. “I don’t feel so good,” I stuttered, through chattering lips. “Here, take my hands. See Cal’s got a seat saved for you. You’ll feel better in the water,” he said and took my hands. Making sure I wouldn’t end up in Cal’s lap, I eased into the hot water next to him, sitting across from Janet and Donny. It DID feel better to be in the water –much better! Cal’s long arms on the tub’s edge circled around me, and he seemed happy just to sit there with his bare leg touching mine. We downed yet another drink and sat still in secluded semi-darkness. Janet finally broke the silence with an off-color joke she had recently heard. That broke the dam, so to speak, as the guys answered with a barrage of dirty jokes. I laugher politely. Janet came up with another joke, squirming and giggling as she told it. Not being a joke-teller, I silently watched as she openly teased Donny. In my tipsy state, I reached out and grabbed her teddy straps and yanked them down to expose her bosom. “Well Janet’s flat-chested, isn’t that a hoot?” I laughed in derision, hoping that would suffice as a joke. Expecting my conservative sister to swell up with embarrassment, I was thoroughly taken back when she grinned, stuck her a-cup tits out and tossed her shoulders back and forth. Quite content with showing off her tiny tits, she pulled her arms from the straps and glared back at me. Suddenly she reached out and grabbed at my strained straps, tearing them both off the flimsy teddy. “At least I don’t have more than a mouthful, like some people!” She yelled and gyrated against my husband’s pelvis. I initially reacted by crossing my arms to cover up, until I saw the effect my ample rack was having on the guys. With their eyes glued to my hidden boobs, I knew it was time to put up or shut up. No way was she getting the best of me; I lowered my arms and proudly stuck out my chest in defiance. Janet couldn’t help but notice the guys ogling my d-cupped melons and retaliated. She stood up, unhooked her crotch snaps and pulled her teddy off. “Well, having big boobs isn’t EVERYTHING! It’s nice to have a sweet ass, don’t you think, Donny?” She said, then bent over and shoved her ass within inches of Donny’s face. “Hey you two, simmer down now. The wonderful differences between you are nothing to fight over,” Donny reasoned, and lightly spanked Janet’s bare ass. She still straddled him and glared at me, while he guided her naked ass down into the water. Whether she was actually fucking him or just riding him, it pissed me off to watch her to see her grinding away on my husband’s lap. I relaxed back against Cal’s body and brought his hand down to massage my breast. “Aah yes, those wonderful differences! For instance, I find it hard to believe that Barb’s a blonde and Janet, a brunette. Are you sure you’re a true blonde, Barb?” Cal teased. “Fuck yes, I’m blonde! You want proof, asshole?” I yelled indignantly and stood up. I turned to straddle Cal’s legs and yanked open the crotch snaps on my teddy. In doing so, it ripped the teddy. I was so drunk and pissed by then, I simply tore off what little was left of the damaged teddy and pitched it. Raising one leg to the tub’s edge, I forced Cal’s face close to my exposed pussy. “See, you fucker –it’s BLONDE, right?” I didn’t check behind me for a reaction to my blatant actions, but concentrated on Cal’s expression. He just silently gazed at the small blonde patch between my legs. I languished in my dominant role over this aging creep. “What’s wrong Cal, cat got your tongue? If you don’t watch out, pussy will get it. Why not give it the old taste test, hmmm? Come on chicken; taste my blonde pussy!” I demanded, and pulled his mouth to my bush. I’m not sure what came over me then, but I knew what was going IN me –his tongue! The scent of my juices filled the night air, as he ate me out. Within seconds of having his experienced tongue lapping away at my clitoris, I started to come. He stuck one of his lecherous fingers in my pussy and I pulled back in disgust. I turned around, fully expecting to find an avid audience, but they were gone. Rejuvenated and revived from my quick orgasm, I easily broke away from Cal’s clutches and headed back inside. Donny and Janet were curled up together on the front room couch under a blanket. They both sheepishly stared up at me and almost spoke in unison. “I, err, We’re sorry Barb. We never expected this to get out-of-hand,” Janet apologized contritely, while Donny nodded. “Well, I hope this proves, you can’t put anything over on this big-titted blonde,” I snickered, throwing open the blanket and pulling Donny up by his wrists. “I can’t believe seeing you with Janet go at each other like that!” I said, hugging my husband’s naked body. The Last Laugh “It was nothing, Babe. We were just playing around, to see your reaction,” Donny whispered. “Yeah, right! So, now you need to take me home and fuck me, dammit,” I suggested, and tugged on his hardon. “Sounds great to me!” Donny agreed, and squeezed my boob. “Wait a minute you guys! We’re not done yet, are we?” Cried Cal, slurring his words. “Come on Honey, she figured us out. It’s all over with now,” said Janet, trying to reason with her drunken boyfriend. “I don’t think so. She needs to return a favor!” Commanded Cal. “Come on Barb, let’s get going, OK?” Donny urged, handing me my clothes. Cal staggered out of the room shaking his head and we started to get dressed. The three of us laughed at the foolish extremes we’d gone to, as we walked to the front door. “I SAID, WE’RE NOT DONE!” yelled naked Cal bursting into the room, holding a handgun at his side. Janet rushed over to him to placate him. He slapped her so hard it knocked her to the floor. He pointed the gun directly at me. “Come over here you prick-teaser. It’s time to return my favor!” He said, motioning me to join him. “Jesus Cal, don’t do this! It was just a game, you know?” Pleaded Donny. “Yeah, well the game isn’t over ‘til I say it is, how do you like those apples, Don?” Cal cynically replied and cocked the handgun. “Now, for starters, what say we all get naked again? NOW!” He screamed, and Donny and I quickly stripped. “Maybe if I just give him a quick blowjob, he’ll let us go?” I mumbled to Donny. “If you think that would do the trick? I’m not so sure,” whispered Donny. As we stood frozen in fear, I recalled Janet once alluding to Cal’s bad temper, but I thought he had dealt with that. Apparently the extra booze was working overtime. Donny helped a dazed Janet to her feet. She stood frozen with Donny and I, as Cal approached us. Leading me by my arm, he walked me away from them a few paces. “Don’t mess with me man! Your whore wife owes me a decent blowjob, and she’s gonna deliver, or else,” he blustered. Standing next to him, I looked at the fear in their eyes and contemplated the only obvious solution. I conjured up a half-smile of resignation and knelt in front of the gun-wielding bastard. Without any pretense or foreplay I took his flaccid cock into my mouth. I concluded that there was no time for a long lingering display of my oral talents. Sucking his multi-veined meat hard and fast, visions of giving Donny a quickie back in the old days flashed through my head. Having sex just for innate pleasure of it was the normal back then. Closing my eyes to focus on that vision helped me relax. It wasn’t until Cal’s erection came to life and filled my mouth, that my brain seemed to waken. It woke to the reality that, as luscious as Donny’s dick was at 71/2 inches, Cal’s long, thick meat was at least two inches longer. “Look how your whore sister gives such good head, Janet! Now why you suck cock like that? Maybe you just need some practice, is that it?” Said Cal grunting, as I sucked him harder. “Your brother has been trying to fuck you all night –why not practice on him?” “Oh Cal, please don’t make me do that!” Begged Janet, in tears. “You know I did my time in ‘Nam. I DO know how to use this,” he explained and held the handhun to my temple. Through the corner of my eye, I say Janet’s teary expression. I was scared shitless for them and for myself. I blinked my eye in recognition and gave a short nod of approval to both of them. I needed to make Cal refocus his attention on me, so I put everything into the blowjob. Fondling his big balls in one hand, tugging on my tits with the other, I somehow relaxed and deep-throated his entire cock. I moaned and groaned like a common whore, and felt his precum lace the back of my throat. His grunts told me I had regained his attention, if only temporarily. He made Janet and Donny line up in a 69 on the floor behind me. I was unsure of their proximity to me, until I heard slurping sounds. They must have been quite close, as the sounds of their oral lovemaking increased in rate and volume. Cal’s powerful pelvic thrusts forced his cock into my throat with every deep stroke. So much so, his momentum bent me backwards. I spread my knees farther apart and scooted back to gain better balance. In the process, my feet touched somebody’s bare shoulders. The mere idea of coming in contact with them somehow made this sick exercise suddenly quite erotic. When I heard the beautifully familiar sounds of my husband starting to climax, I started coming myself. Like some twisted conditioned response, I lowered my hand to my wet pussy and masturbated, while Cal’s throbbing rod spewed forth a full load of white, hot cum. My orgasm was instantaneous, as his sleek tool pulsed with another and yet another blast of gooey spunk. Sucking and swallowing as much as I could, I couldn’t take it all. A fair amount of his starchy cum backed up in my mouth and poured out, falling in long streams over my tits. “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” He asked, running the cold gun barrel over my cum–soaked lips. I glanced up into his demented eyes, and back again to the cum-covered barrel. Some perverted part of me found his power over me exhilarating. Closing my eyes, I licked a big glob of fresh semen from the tip and then sucked in the barrel. I suppose it never occurred on me that he could have blown my head off right then and there. I switched from sucking the barrel back to sucking his semi-rigid cock, until both weapons were clean. “Something tells me they’re having a good time too,” remarked Cal, motioning to Janet and Donny. Still stroking Cal’s sizable organ, I turned to look behind me. There on the floor was my older sister, with her legs spread wide; deep in the throws of masturbation. With her Cosmo-face, covered with my husband’s sticky cum, she looked obsessed with having my husband’s cock. Donny knelt between her legs and frantically worked on reviving his erection. “I think your husband means to fuck your sister, what do you think?” Cal observed. I nodded and smiled at their lust for each other. “But, I think he needs help priming the pump,” Cal noticed. I nodded again and knew what he expected from me. I started crawling to Donny on all fours, when Cal stopped me. “Why go the long way around, when all you have to do is lean over?” Cal suggested. That would involve lowering myself over the length of Janet’s body. The idea of forming a ‘69’ with my sister revolted me. “NO WAY! I won’t do it! That’s disgusting!” I insisted and shook my head. “What a short memory you have, Barb. If I say DO IT –then you’ll do it!” He commanded and recocked the gun. “God Janet, I’m so sorry. He’s making me do this,” I whispered, as I arranged my knees on either side of her head. “Now lean down and hold her legs,” he said, and I reluctantly complied. Donny inched forward with his semi-hard tool in his hand. I leaned my head down between her legs and took his cock in my mouth. Sensing his erection forming in my mouth, and feeling gusts of her hot breath on my pussy, I found myself aroused all over again. I bobbed up and down on his hardon faster and deeper; driven by the enticing scent of her needy pussy. My hanging melons and hard nipples inadvertently, and ever-so-lightly teased her tummy as I hovered over her. Donny moaned and gently lifted my forehead. His fully erect cock popped from my mouth and lined up perfectly with Janet’s waiting pussy. I pulled her legs and leaned back while his cock penetrated her. For the first time, I heard my sister’s infectious cries of passion, as my husband’s cock filled her vagina. Whatever latent dreams he had about fucking my sister were coming true, and I was there not only to witness it, but to be part of it. I leaned back further to give him ample room to rhythmically deep-thrust fuck her. Sitting back and holding on to her thighs, her mouth was inches from my anxious pussy. Her head rocked back and forth against my thighs, as her muffled screams of orgasm vibrated my pussy lips. Her legs stiffened, Donny’s hands grabbed hold of my tits. “OK Honey, if you have to fuck her, then let’s fuck her GOOD!” I demanded. I let go of her thighs and started massaging her clit with one hand and gripped the base of his cock with the other. Suddenly, my pussy lips parted and I felt her tongue licking my clit. I gasped in surprise, as she masterly pleasured me. Donny’s cock started throbbing with an impending ejaculation. Too soon for that, I reckoned and tightened my grip to suspend it. He recognized the maneuver and let out a long breath to relax. As his need subsided, I loosened my grip and rimmed her rectum with my well-lubricated fingers. In turn, she griped my ass cheeks and ran her tongue inside my asshole. Up until then, Cal was seemingly content to be a patient observer, sitting on the couch and watching us have at each other. I began finger-fucking Janet’s butt hole and teasing her clit, while Donny continued to fuck her pussy. Watching Janet delight in multiple orgasms got Cal off the couch. Standing next to our three-part undulating sex machine, he slapped my face with his big cock. I let him slap me with it several times, before catching it in my mouth. The up-close visual of seeing me suck another man’s cock was enough to send Donny to a rapid climax. Janet yelled out one last time, as Donny’s strained manhood erupted inside her. Donny retreated to the couch. Cal whipped his dripping meat from my mouth, and came up from behind me. Totally exhausted, Janet collapsed beneath me. Staying on all fours, like a patient doggy, I now actually anticipated a nice long fuck from Cal. I glanced back and batted my eyes at him. With his gun in one hand, he spanked my ass with the other. “And, what do YOU want?” He snapped at me. “I just thought…” I started. “You thought what?” “I thought you were gonna fuck me!” I yelled. “Well, you thought WRONG! First, you can clean your old man’s cum out of your sister’s cunt –then I MIGHT consider it,” he teased. Had I really lowered myself to a bitch-in-heat? Was I going to let this domineering drunk dictate my morality? Was I really that hard up? Looking down at my sister’s dripping pussy, I turned my head around to see him shoving his cock into Janet’s mouth. He saw my hesitation and wedged the cold gun barrel between my pussy lips, thus making the decision for me. I lowered my face to her hairy snatch and began lapping up my husband’s familiar tasting cum, mixed with the new taste of her feminine juices. The satiny-smooth combination was surprisingly tantalizing. Soon, I felt compelled to lick and suck every crevice of her outer lips. She moaned and spread her legs, to make room for my exploring tongue. I felt her soft hands caress my torso, then reach down to massage my boobs. Her touch sent me into a feeding frenzy, and I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth. Hearing her lustful screams of delight, told me Cal had taken his cock from her mouth. He replaced the gun barrel in my pussy with his hard cock. I half-noticed movement on the couch, but thought little of it, as his long cock filled me up. His slow, but powerful plunges only made me want more of his meat. I sinfully relished those extra two inches he offered, and rocked my ass back hard into his crotch with each thrust. He must have put the gun down, because now he had a tight hold of both my hips, as he rammed his stiff meat into my drenched pleasure hole. His hideous grunts and my lascivious groans filled the air, until I heard Donny yell. “OK YOU SILLY PECKERHEAD! You can stop fucking my wife now!” Commanded Donny, holding the handgun. Cal stopped in mid-stroke, seeing the gun pointed at him. I, on the other hand, was on a mission to get laid, and kept rocking my whole body against his big cock. “Uh Honey, you can stop now!” Donny shouted, sounding embarrassed. “OH NO I CAN’T!” I answered defiantly, and tightened my vaginal walls to urge Cal to finish the job. Janet realized the change in command and pulled herself from underneath me, to side with Donny. Never breaking my stride, I raised my head to see her. “OK Sis, it’s time for you to do ME a favor! I don’t care whether you suck or fuck him, just get that cock of his ready for me. And, don’t be screwin’ around. I want both of them in me NOW!” I panted. Donny was beyond confusion, as Janet dropped to her knees and took his limp cock into her mouth. Cal was back in full fucking mode, after a few long thrusts, but Janet was having little luck energizing my husband’s erection. “Oh, bring him over here; we’ll both do him,” I said, between breaths. Janet held a firm grip on Donny’s half-boner, as we took turns sucking it back to a decent size. When we had his rod ready and dripping with precum, I kissed Janet and thanked her for helping. “Cal, you’re gonna have to make room for Donny now. He’s gonna fuck me in the ass, aren’t you Sweetheart?” Quick, as a wink, Donny mounted me from behind. I lowered my upper body to give him an easy target. Thin Cal backed off enough to give Donny plenty of room, and still keep his long cock inside my steamy cunt. My husband slid between Cal and I and teased my asshole with his well-lubricated dick. “Just stick it in my ass, Honey. I need both of you NOW!” I stated, sounding like a wanton slut. “Oh God Barb, this is so gross!” Said Janet, in her disgusted, judgmental voice. I ignored her evaluation, and felt my rectum give way to Donny’s slimy prick. Without hesitation, he hunched over me and drove his thick manhood all the way in. “OH GOD!” I cried in pain. At first, it felt like a red-hot poker splitting me in two. However, it wasn’t long before the pressure of both of them fucking me simultaneously gave me an indescribable feeling of utter fullness. My pussy and asshole were on sensory overload, as they pistoned their splendid cocks into me. “OH GOD, it hurts… so GOOD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!!! GODDAM IT, I CAN’T STAND IT!” My body stiffened in one, super long climax, as the two studs rammed their hard cocks into me. I gave out one, last terrifying scream of lustful pleasure and everything went black. The next thing I was aware of was cold water on my face and warm cum streaming from my ass and cunt. I was now lying on my back with my head in Janet’s lap. “Wha- what happened?” I mumbled. “You passed out, Barb,” explained Janet, soothing my cheek with her touch. “But where are…” I started, looking around for the guys. “They went to clean up. I’m sure they’ll be back soon,” smiled Janet. “God Janet, did I do what I THINK I did?” I asked, pleading for alternate story. “If you mean –did you make them fuck you like a common whore? I’d say, YES,” she admitted. “That’s disgusting!” I shuddered, in my sobering conscious state. “Oh Baby, you missed the totally disgusting part after you passed out! When you collapsed to the floor, the two of them kept humping you, until they both shot their rocks off inside you.” “Why didn’t you make them stop?” I begged. “Well, it was too late to stop them, at that point,” Janet confided. “What about that God dam gun?” I worried. “Oh this thing”, she said and nonchalantly waved it in front of me. “Hey, be careful!” I yelled. “Oh yeah, it just might go off… and start a fire!” She laughed, pulled the trigger, and out of the top popped a butane flame. “Why that fucking asshole! He had the last laugh, after all,” I said, breaking down in tears of laughter. Later that year, Janet broke it off with Cal. It turned out that he really was a two-timing creep. I could never bring myself to forgive Janet for what happened that night. Neither, could I ever thank her enough.