1 comments/ 13697 views/ 7 favorites Where's the Turkey Baster? By: regularguy13 All characters having sex are over eighteen. Thanks to my diligent editor who helped out on this project. ***** Thursday 1:40 am "Where's the turkey baster?" Emma asked with a soft laugh to the back of the man she had surprised in the kitchen. It was well after midnight. She giggled and added, "You're naked," JT was rattled. He apologized, "I hope my nudity doesn't upset you. I thought everyone was asleep and I could sneak in here and grab a quick drink without encountering anyone." He turned his head and saw that his daughter's lover was also nude. He no longer felt so embarrassed. He put the drained glass on the counter and turned to face her. He slowly looked up and down her unclothed body. "You're naked too," he said approvingly as as he glanced appreciatively at her fit young body. He studied her slender legs and admired her pronounced thigh gap. He had noticed she had exceptional gams when he first saw her. His daughter had been dating Emma a while and felt this relationship could grow into something special. She brought her girlfriend home to be introduce to the family. He and his wife approved of the match. The girls were good together. When JT met her, Emma was wearing a hip-hugging pencil skirt that called attention to her slim legs and shapely calves. JT had been polite and composed even though in his mind he was screaming, "Wow! This girl has some dynamite pins." Tonight he got an unencumbered view of her naked body. She was a slim woman who had a coltish build usually only seen on teenagers. She was medium height, pretty and blonde. Her long and shapely legs were her best feature. Her breasts were on the small side, but they had a nice plumpness to them. She had large dark areolas which made JT think she probably wasn't a true blonde. Since she waxed her sex, JT couldn't compare her pubic hair to the hair on her head. While he looked her over, Emma unashamedly viewed him. He was manly, powerfully built and over six feet tall. He had a flat abdomen and a V-shaped chest. His cock was soft. The shaft glistened in the light making her wonder if she was seeing residue of a recent dalliance with his wife. "Yea I'm naked," she responded slurring her answer. JT deduced that she had been drinking. She waddled over to the cabinets and opened a few drawers. She repeated her opening line, "Where's the turkey baster?" JT got it for her. She turned to leave. JT gazed happily at her backside. She had a tiny, flat ass. He looked at her creamy, alabaster derriere and thought "Her butt is so small, it would fit in the span of one of my hands". He watched her retreat. She tottered away with an awkward gait. For a moment he thought her state of intoxication was the reason for her odd walk. Then he saw something. "Is that a butt plug in your ass?" "Oops," Emma giggled. She brought a hand down to cover her rump and quickly escaped. JT returned to his bedroom and said, "Joan, you will never guess who I ran into in the kitchen . I'll give you a clue, she had a butt plug up her pretty little ass." ^^^ Thursday 7:20 am "Where's the turkey baster?" Joan said out loud speaking to herself. She was alone in the kitchen getting organized to make the Thanksgiving feast. She was gathering the necessary ingredients and utensils. The baster wasn't in it's usual spot. Joan looked around for it, but gave up after a few moments. She had a million tasks to perform to pull off the big family celebration. On the way to the laundry room to pick up the pressed tablecloth, she walked by her daughter's room. The door was open. Carrie and Emma were up and out. Joan saw the turkey baster on the dresser. She went in and retrieved it. ^^^ Wayne stirred in the a.m. on Thanksgiving morning. A pleasurable sensation crept into his mind and brought him to consciousness. He moaned, "Mmmm. Oh God that feels so good. I thought I was dreaming." His hand reached down to his crotch. He ran his fingers through the brown hair of the woman that was lovingly sucking his cock. "You are incredible," Wayne said truly grateful. The cocksucker responded by increasing her tempo. She continue to vacuum his rod and stroke him until he orgasmed. ^^^ A short while later Wayne's brother, Jack, was awakened in the same delightful way. A woman snuck her head under the blanket, found his morning wood and enveloped his thick cock. Jack woke with a start. "Huh?" At first he was surprised. Then he was appreciative, " Oohh. You are the best. Mmmm." She worked it. Soon he was blowing his load. ^^^ After his special morning wake-up call, Wayne took a shower, dressed and headed downstairs. He found his sister Carrie sitting at the kitchen table. He kissed her cheek and said, "Thanks sis for the BJ. It was epic." Jack rolled in just after his brother. He too kissed his sister and said, "Carrie, darling thanks. A great way to start the day." Carrie's face blushed red. "You're welcome," she said to her brothers. Joan laughed over her little girl's discomfort. She said, "Sweetie, there's no reason to be embarrassed. It's just sex." Willow, Wayne's wife, and Jill, Jack's wife strolled into the kitchen. They each had two children in tow. They settled the little ones at the table and got them breakfast. Emma entered the kitchen. She announced excitedly, "It's time. Does anyone know where is the turkey baster is? I thought I left it on the dresser." No one responded in the affirmative. Jill and Willow stayed to feed the children while everyone else dispersed and searched for the utensil. A few minutes later, Joan cried out with false disappointment, "Oh no!" She met everyone in the living room and showed them the damaged object. "Carrie, Emma, I'm so sorry. I'm afraid it's ruined. It looks like the dog got a hold of it." The bulb was ripped and the tube was mangled. The dog had treated it like one of his chew toys. The damaged plastic shaft was covered with holes and sharp barbs. No way was this baster going to be able to take the donated sperm and inject it into Emma. "What can we do?" a distressed Emma asked. "I . . . I don't know. The stores are all closed for the holiday," said her heartbroken lesbian lover. "This seemed like the perfect opportunity for us to get a baby. " ^^The previous night^^ It looked like it would be a great Thanksgiving at the Tyler homestead. All their children were home. The boys along with their wives and kids and Carrie and her partner had been able to make it home. Everyone was enjoying being together. This was the first time for everyone to meet Emma. To learn more about her, Willow asked, "Emma, how did you two meet?" "We were volunteers at our towns animal shelter," Emma replied Carrie laughed recalling the first time she saw Emma. She begged, "Please. Please let me tell the story. It's so funny!" Emma shrugged her shoulders and looked at everyone as if to say "What can I do with her? She's such a kid sometimes". She nodded to Carrie. In an excited voice Carrie said, "Emma was attempting to wash a large dog. The mix breed had to be 90 pounds. This mutt was not happy about getting wet. He bounded out of the tub taking Emma with him. She was hanging on for dear life as the agitated dog careened around the room." Carrie laughed. "It was the funniest sight seeing this big wet dog dragging a slender red-headed woman across the room. Emma was frantically yelling at the dog to stop." Emma spoke up. "Carrie was my hero. She rescued me. To thank her, I invited her to coffee. We hit it off. I liked her luminous black eyes and her friendly, innocent demeanor. I suggested we go dancing that night." Carrie remembered the day. She had rushed home to her apartment. She was on cloud nine after having met Emma. Quickly her mood changed and she agonized "Oh God! What do I wear tonight. She's so beautiful, so stylish. I feel like such a clodhopper." Carrie was not a glamour girl. She was a college senior, an athlete who was chronically short on funds. She reached into the closet for her one nice dress. The bright red color contrasted well with her tan skin and black hair. Her mother said it was a classy dress showing just the right amount of leg and cleavage. "It will have to do," she lamented. "It's either this or sweatpants." She placed the dress on her bed and opened her underwear drawer. "Am I a slut for worrying about what underwear to put on? Oh, and I've got to shave everything. My pits and my pussy are stubbly." She continued the conversation with herself, "There's no guarantee that things will go that far, but a girl needs to be prepared." She peered into the drawer and sighed when she saw its sorry stated. "Damn it! Why don't I do my laundry more often?" She had to settle for striped boy-shorts and a plain white, but clean bra. Carrie entered the club timidly. She saw her date standing at the bar. She thought, "Of course, Emma looks great. What a lovely face and with a slim, fit body like hers, she looks good in everything." The harsh truth was Emma was prettier than Carrie and she also had a more developed sense of style. Her short dress showed off her best assets - her legs. Carrie was surprised to see that the small busted girl was bra-less in a halter top. She said to herself. "She's light up top, but she's really rocking that top. So confident. Very sexy." Emma kissed her hello. They drank champagne and danced, danced danced. Carrie had never had more fun. She was completely infatuated and under Emma's spell. They went to Emma's place. Clothes fell off. Carrie thought she went to heaven when her head slid between Emma's soft thighs. She knew she was in heaven when Emma's mouth found her sex. Carrie had never come so hard or so often. Her flashback ended. Carrie said proudly, "We've been together ever since." Wayne smirked and asked Emma, "Was it love at first lick?" The family booed his crude query. Emma responded, "I followed my heart and my mother's sage advice. She always told me good things come in three's. Carrie has proven her right." Wayne didn't catch the double entendre. He looked perplexed as everyone else laughed hard. He grinned trying to fit in, but his false smile indicated that he had no idea why the others were laughing. Emma looked to Willow and asked politely, "What about you and Wayne? How did you meet?" Wayne butted in and answered with the curt, PG-13 story he told when asked how they became a couple. "We met at college. At a fraternity function." Emma ignored his too quick response. "Willow, there has to be more to the story than that." Willow fidgeted and said, "Em . . . Wayne was the Social chair at his fraternity. He planned this great beach party at the frat. They brought in a truckload of sand to cover the yard, set up a kiddy pool. And oh yea, all the guys wore the ugliest Hawaiian shirts they could find." She looked around and saw that everyone was expecting more details. She added, "My sister got drunk at the party. Wayne helped me get her home safely." She hoped they would be satisfied with that answer. The untold story was that Willow and Wayne did start dating after that party, but that's not how they met. They had actually met many times while in college. They had had classes together and they had some mutual friends. School events and parties had brought them together. They had even spoken a few times, but to be honest Willow didn't register on Wayne's radar. He was only interested in the hot sexy coeds. Willow was a chubby, plain faced girl. She had learned in high school that only the nubile beauties garnered the attention of boys. She was bookish, quiet and used to being ignored by the opposite sex. Wayne was loud and extremely cocky, especially for a guy who had nothing to boast about. He wasn't particularly smart, good-looking or athletic. Really he was a dick. He had no close friends. He was good at organizing parties, but unfortunately for him, he was not the kind of guy girls wanted to be with at a party. He was crude and obnoxious as he hit on all the pretty ones. They wouldn't give him the time of day. The beach party was a success if you measured success by the amount of fun the other frat boys and their dates had. As for Wayne, he struck out again on his quest to get laid. He drank heavily and passed out. Wayne woke and found himself outside. The party had ended. He looked to be alone. He took a long piss in a clump of trees and headed inside to his room. Along the way in the dark, he tripped. "What the Hell?" He was surprised to discover that he had stumbled over a body. Some female had passed out and was sleeping in the grass. "Sorry I stepped on you," he said. No response. "Hey. Are you okay?" he asked. Silence. Wayne took a closer look at the girl. She was blonde and pretty. She was wearing a short dress that had ridden up exposing half her ass. He noted she had a nice butt. He pulled her skirt down and he spoke to her again. "Hey. You don't want to be out here all night." He tried to wake her without success. Then he attempted to stand her up, but that wasn't doable either. Since she was unconscious, her body was all loosey-goosey. It was like trying to lift 120 pounds of Jell-O. She oozed out of his arms. He ended up dragged her over to a lounge chair. He was able to hoist her half way onto the chair. She ended up face down on the lounger. Her torso was on the chair and her legs trailed off resting on the ground. Her skirt had ridden up again. "Damn! You don't have any underwear on," he said surprised and turned on. He admired her naked ass. It was round and firm. The light from a nearby Tiki torch allowed him to see her plump pussy lips and her inviting brown crinkled anus. "My kind of girl. No panties and a shaved crotch." He looked around and was re-assured when he saw no one. He moved to her head and lifted it up. "I know you. I introduced myself to you tonight. You blew me off for some football stud." As he said it, Wayne became angry remembering being rejected. He released her head. It fell striking the plastic straps on the chair. He smiled when she didn't cry out. "Oh are you drunk? You smacked your face kind of hard and didn't make a sound. I guess you've had quite a bit to drink. If you didn't object to that I wonder what else you might not object to?" Wayne walked around to her legs. He flipped up the skirt and exposed her lower half completely. He touched her pussy. It was soft. It's owner didn't object to the intimate grope. Emboldened, he unzipped his pants and freed his growing hard-on. "You didn't have time for me at the party, but it seems you have some time now." He knelt and placed the tip of his dick against her gash. Her delicate wrinkled folds were soft and warm. "Are you sure you want to stick your dick in her?" A woman call out from the darkness. "She doesn't look capable of giving consent." Wayne jumped and turned his head towards the voice. A voice in his head cried out "Oh God! Where did she come from? I thought I was alone". Wayne was suddenly very nervous and embarrassed. He'd been caught about to rape an unfortunate drunk girl. He backed away from the unconscious woman. When her sister's date pounded on the door of their apartment at two in the morning, this situation was exact what Willow was afraid of. He had cried out in a drunken slur, "Yo Whitney. I'm sorry I went off with my boys and left you at the party. Let me in so's we can talk." Willow wrapped a robe around her nightshirt and answered the door. There stood big Seth, her sister's current beau. She said, "Seth, Whitney's not home. I thought she was with you." He stepped forward. Willow barred his entrance into the apartment. "We went to the Delta party. We had fun drinking, dancing and we got busy upstairs, if you know what I mean." Willow rolled her eyes. "Yea. Yea. I get it. Where did you last see her?" "After we had sex, she went downstairs to get a drink. Me, I went off to smoke a little weed with the fellows. I lost track of time. When I went back to the frat, everyone was gone. I was hoping she was here." "She's not. Go home." Willow closed the door in his face. She threw on some clothes. "Damn it. Now I have to go look for my party girl of a sister." She decided to start at the fraternity house. She recognized the unconscious female slumped across the lounge chair as her sister. A menacing male was with her. He appeared to be about to mount her. She hoped she could convince him not to rape her. Willow stepped forward. She recognized the guy. She knew he was an arrogant prick. She never thought of him as a violent person or a rapist. She reckoned she could persuade him not to screw Whitney. She glanced at his dangling engorged dick and then at the bare-assed woman. "If you saw the contents of my sister's medicine cabinet, you might think twice about fucking her without a condom. I'm just saying there are days she's got so many crotch critters its practically an STD zoo down there." She thought this story might cause any guy to think twice before engaging in unprotected sex. He didn't know it was a lie. Willow slapped her sister's butt. "Although I can see the appeal. Look how firm that ass is. It barely moves. Mine shakes like its made out of Jell-0 even when I'm standing still." Wayne was scared. He had been caught red handed and by his victim's sister no less. He didn't speak. He didn't move not even to cover his cock. A mantra keep repeating in his head, "I'm going to jail. I'm definitely going to jail." "Good," she thought, "He's not arguing with me or moving towards Whitney." She said in a calm voice, "Oh Hello Wayne." "Shit. Shit. Shit. She knows my name," he screamed in his head. It was now obvious that he was scared to death. Willow no longer worried that her sister was going to be raped. "It's Willow. I'm in your World Econ class. Look this is my sister. My pain-in-the-ass twin sister." She paused and then added, "Obviously we are not identical twins." With the sexual assault crisis over, Willow was relieved. However, as her sense of trepidation eased, she could feel a overwhelming sense of annoyance and irritation building up inside her. It was 2 fucking o'clock in the morning and she had to go out and rescue her sister! She let herself vent. She said, "Can you imagine what it feels like to be compared to someone your whole life and come up short? Add to the equation that you can't hate this person. They're family, she's your sister." Her voice changed from annoyed to angry. "Through no fault of her own this girl bests me at everything. She's prettier. She's the vibrated twin with thick, lush blonde hair and gorgeous sky blue eyes. Me, I get plain brown eyes and this thin, mousy dark hair. My rich, thick, luxurious hair is between my legs. Thank you very much." "Look at her fine firm round ass. Mine is flabby. Her chest is a full cup size bigger than me and yet her waist and hips are inches smaller than mine. Of course, she was the head cheerleader in high school and the homecoming queen. I was the one who couldn't get a date for the prom." Willow let out a long sigh and said, "She's also smarter than me. I have to study my ass off to get C's. She rarely cracks a book and is on the honor roll. There's no justice in this world." Tears spilled down her face. She felt sorry for herself, but she was also mad, really mad, at her sister. Angrily she asked, "Why am I out here protecting the "Golden Girl"?" Willow reached over and grabbed Wayne's erection. "I can't let you fuck her for real, but FUCK her! Why does she deserve to catch every break?" She pulled on his cock and dragged him closer to Whitney. She began jerking him off. "Shoot your load on her. I want you to come all over this privileged ass!" Where's the Turkey Baster? Willow direct his penis towards her sister's butt and yanked it. She paused for a moment to spit on her hand and then spanked his monkey. Wayne was in a state of total confusion. He recognized the angry in her voice and realized none of it was directed at him. He was relieved to learn that he wasn't going to jail. As she masturbated him she screamed, "Do you have any idea how terrible it is to grow up with someone who is effortlessly better than you in some many ways? And the real blow is she is so nice. If she lorded her superiority over me or teased me for my short coming, I could hate her, but she's cheerful and kind. Damn her!" Her strokes soon had his balls churning. With a loud cry, he came and shot his load all over the cute little butt in front of him. She milked him getting every last drop to fall on her twin's perfect derriere. His cock was sore from her rough treatment. He removed her hand worried she just might rip his dick from his body. There was silence and stillness. They were each frozen staring at Whitney's cum covered ass. Each was embarrassed. Wayne broke the silence saying, "I know how you feel. I know exactly how you feel. In my case, everything I am or do pales in comparison to my father. He is bigger, stronger, better looking, more athletic, smarter . . . you name it, he trumps me in every category. And just like your sister, he is loving and humble." "I act arrogant and cocky because I am insecure. I see all of my faults and shortcoming." Willow was surprised by his candid admission. She studied him for a moment and determined that it was a genuine disclosure. She smiled in an understanding manner. He added, "I have never admitted that to anyone before." "I haven't told anyone what I told you. As you can see I am petty and jealous and a real bitch sometimes." "Are we horrible people?" he asked in a kidding manner, but not completely. "Probably," she responded. They shared a laugh. She added, "A minster at church once said that the word "human" is just another way to say 'flawed creatures'." Wayne took a look at this girl with different eyes. She wasn't beautiful like her sister, but she wasn't ugly either. She was real. She had soulful eyes. Most appealing to him was that he felt that he wouldn't have to pretend with her. She understood him. They had shared the same shameful feelings of disappointment in themselves and jealousy of others. It was a big relief. "I'd like to get to know you," he said in a soft voice. She was going to make a joke about him just wanting another hand job. That was her standard response to the rare boy who expressed an interest in getting to know her. Put up a wall, humor was always a good defense. She stopped herself and instead said, "Okay. I'd like that. Maybe we can start now. Will you help me get my sister back to our apartment?" Together they managed to get the drunk girl into her own bed. They left his dried cum on her butt. She could wonder about that when she woke up. They stayed up drinking coffee and talking, honestly talking. They actually let their guards down. They fell asleep on the couch. Wayne woke first. She was nestled in his arms. She was warm and soft. It felt right. He went back to sleep. Willow awoke to find herself snuggling against his chest. She felt safe in his embrace. His hand was on her boob and his hard-on pressed against her ass. She began rocking her ass back against his dick. She guided his hand inside her shirt and rubbed her breasts. She had decided it was time. Time for her to have a win, some pleasure, maybe even love. She crawled on top of him. Wayne woke. He was sleepy and confused. His groggy state was aggravated by the numerous sounds and sensations his mind was registering. He was overwhelmed with stimuli: her breast felt so soft in his hand, his dick was so hard and his ears heard Willow sighing and cooing as she used his body to give her pleasure. She was dry humping him. He gave into his desire and pressed his jean clad erection into her. They kissed and groped one another as they rutted. He felt her body shudder as she moaned, "Oh. Oh. Yea!" Her exploding orgasm was followed by a spasm. She became rigid. He was even more excited. He drove into her and splattered his sperm in his pants. She was still and silence. Wayne was too. A sense of wonderfulness spread thorough their bodies. She opened her eyes, smiled and said, "Morning. I hope you don't mind that I got off using your body to masturbate." A bewildered Wayne stuttered answering, "No no . . . Not at all." She kissed him and said, "I like you. I feel safe with you." "I like you too." "I haven't done this before," she grew flustered. "I mean cum with a guy. I liked it." "Wow. She's a virgin too," Wayne told himself incredulously. He said, "I liked it too. Umm . . . I talk a big game, but I've never, you know, done it either." His words re-assured her. "Cool. We'll be each others first," she said before she snuggled up against him. They lay in each others arms. Neither moving or speaking for fear of breaking the spell. More conversations and dates followed resulting in marriage. Willow is still a quiet person and Wayne is still a bit of a smart aleck, but they get each other. They revel in the fact that they have found someone who accepts them as they are, flaws and all. They have a second thing in common that increases their bond. Turns out Willow is a very sensuous, multi-orgasmic woman and Wayne is skillful lover. They fuck like rabbits. ^^Back to the present^^ After hearing Wayne and Willow's brief explanation as to how they became a couple, Emma asked Jill. "So Jill, how did you and Jack meet?" Jill giggled, "At a Habitat for Humanity project. I was doing the finish carpentry . . ." Carrie and Emma gave her a surprised look. Jill paused to explain, "When you grow up on a farm, you learn many useful skills - carpentry, plumbing, how to birth a calf. My dad always said "A farmer needs to be handy with tools and self-sufficient". So I was putting up the moldings and this good-looking guy kept stopping by asking if I need help. I think he just wanted to get out of the sun." Everyone laughed. Jack blushed. "I let him help me. We spent the day together. His church was having a pot-luck supper that evening. He invited me. I accepted. I found out the good-looking guy was also a pretty nice guy." Jack interjected. "I found out this beautiful women was just as beautiful on the inside. I fell head over heels for the sweet, brown-eyed girl with the home-made leather tool belt." "Ah," Emma said and smiled. Jack and Jill were a perfect match and great people. They were open and honest, kind and generous. A boon to anyone that came in contact with them. Carrie took advantage of the break in conversation to announce, "Emma and I want a baby. We are mulling over our options. We'd like to have one of our own." Love, best wishes and congratulations rained down on the couple from everyone present. Jack asked, "Which of you will carry the baby?" Wayne who had had a few too many drinks blurted out, "Who is going to be the daddy?" Then he snickered. His chubby wife, Willow, snacked him on the arm and reprimanded him. "Wayne! Behave. It's none of our business." She added, "Carrie, Emma, This is great news. If you need anything I will be glad to help. Our littlest one is almost ready to move to a bed, you can have her crib." "Thanks," Carrie responded. She hesitated and then said, "Ah . . . Ah . . . We do have a big favor to ask of all of you." She looked around the room nervously before continuing, "Emma and I want a child. We'd be happy to adopt. However, the wait for a baby is really long. And well, we were hoping to have our own child . . . one with bits of both of us. Emma is ready to carry the child and . . . I was hoping . . . that . . ." Willow understood where she was going. She completed her sentence, "You want some Tyler genes in the child." Emma and Carrie nodded. Jill said, "Were you thinking about a sperm swirl delivered by a turkey baster? It worked for a friend of mine." Emma answered softly, "Yes. Willow, Jane, Joan, would you share your husband's sperm with us? I should be ovulating tomorrow." "Absolutely," Jill said. "Children are such a blessing. You two will be great mothers." "I now how deep the yearning to have a child can be. I was scared Wayne and I might not have kids. God, I was so thrilled and relieved when I finally got pregnant," Willow said. She shuddered remembering those anxious days. "How does this work?" Joan asked. Carrie said "If you could collect a sample for us tomorrow morning, I will mix them and use a turkey baster to put the sperm into Emma." The women all nodded. The men all had happy thoughts as they envisioned the collection process. ^^Back to the present - 9:05 am Thanksgiving morning^^ Joan said, "All is not necessarily lost just because the turkey baster is ruined." The others looked her way. "We just need a different delivery system. The men can do it the old-fashion way," she said matter-of-factly. The group processed her words and were surprised by her suggestion. Carrie said with trepidation, "You mean the guys will have sex with Emma?" "Yes. That method has produced seven children for our family so far," Joan said. She turned to her daughters. "Willow, Jill, I'm okay with it. Are you? Its not like like our men will be cheating on us. It can be as simple as a quick poke. A one time thing that will make Carrie and Emma's dream come true." JT marveled at his wife. She was going for it and it looked like she might pull it off. It was going down just as they had discussed last night when Joan had said, "Hey old man, remember back in the seventies when we were young, hot and the most popular swinging couple in town? I think I have a plan that will allow both of us to have sex with Emma. She's gorgeous. I bet she tastes as good as she looks. If we play our cards right, you will be balls deep in that girl and I will have her eating out of my gray haired snatch." JT was intrigued. Sure fucking a hot twenty-four year old was appealing, but this was his daughter's lover. He did not want to risk his relationship with his daughter by making a ham-handed pass at the love of her life. He had said, "Joan, let's not do anything stupid." His wife re-assured him. "I'm going to make the turkey baster unusable and suggest we make their baby the old-fashion way. If it looks like my plan is going down in flames, we can ditch it. But I think we have a good chance to pull this off. Those girls really want a child. My offer will be their only option. ^^ back to the present ^^ Joan did not address the guys. She was certain they would be more than happy to slip a hard one into pretty Emma. She knew she needed to convince the women. Jill weighed what Joan had said. She was uncomfortable with the idea that her husband would have sex with another woman, but she adored being a mother and did not want to deny that happiness to Carrie and Emma. She wonder, "If not here with these good guys, would the lesbians take a chance with a stranger in a possible dangerous situation?" She responded to Joan, "Yes. It's a smart, safe way to get Emma pregnant." Willow had been on board to help the girls out with the original plan. She had collected her husband's sperm this morning by giving him a blow-job. Her brain knew that what Joan had said was correct. Her husband wasn't cheating on her. However, her insecurities and the anxieties she had about her body reared up. She couldn't help it. There was a big difference between using sperm she had gathered and having Wayne deposit it himself in the beautiful, young woman. Even after all the years she had been married, Willow wasn't comfortable in her own skin. She knew she was not beautiful. Cute was the nicest adjective anyone had ever directed her way. Her body was also more chunky than usual. She had only lost half of the 30 pounds she had gained from her second pregnancy. She knew that her husband would compare her dumpy body to Emma's slim, fit body and find her wanting. But she didn't want to be the one to deny Carrie and Emma a Tyler child. Willow thought it over. Maybe she didn't have to be the bad guy. Emma was a lesbian after all. Maybe she would reject the idea of having actual sex with the men. Willow asked with pretended concern, "Emma, would you be comfortable having sex with a man?" Carrie really wanted a child. She blurted out, "Emma is bi." Carrie was the true lesbian. Emma was char-grinned. She said, "Thanks Carrie. I hadn't planned to totally expose my personal sexual history, but yes unlike Carrie I enjoy the occasional hard cock." Jack asked, "Does that mean you're willing to go through with this?" Emma responded. "Yes, I guess I am. If you guys are." The guys tried not to look too excited over the prospect of banging a hot piece of strange pussy so they all just nodded and looked at the floor. Carrie interjected. "I am thankful you all are willing to impregnate my girlfriend." Her deepest fears caused her to add, "Be gently and be quick. Okay?" Jill tried to break the tension by teasingly adding, "And leave a big load!" They men muttered that they understood. They were all thrilled with the idea of having sex with Emma. Willow swallowed her objections and went along with the crowd like she always did. ^^^ Carrie and Emma retired to her old bedroom. They stretched out on the double bed. Carrie asked with genuine concern, "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes. It's what we want. Thank goodness your family is on board with the idea and willing to help us. It isn't happening exactly as we planned, but that's okay." "I meant actually having sex." Emma knew Carrie had misgivings about her having sex with men. Even though she allowed her to do a guy a couple of times a year, she knew it made her nervous. She knew Carrie's greatest fear was that Emma would fall in love with a guy and leave her for the fairy tale straight life of a cock, kids and the proverbial house with a picket fence. To re-assure her lover, Emma said, "I know what you meant. I will be thinking of you and our child when I am with them. I like cock, but I love you. Will you get me ready?" The two women quickly removed their clothes. Emma was slender, a conventional beauty, Carrie, on the other hand, was a more full figured woman. Her dark hair, dark eyes and sharp facial features made her more striking than beautiful. Carrie had inherited her mother's ample breasts and round ass which made her happy. She had her father's athletic build. She like that she had some of his height, but she could have done without his muscular thighs. She was dismayed that her boobs sagged. They were slung low on her broad chest. She was also annoyed that her large brown nipples never had the upwards tilt so prevalent among her fellow female classmates. Emma leaned in and they kissed. Carrie returned the kiss with passion. Their tongues intertwined. Their hands caressed each others face. Carrie rolled over on top. She was determined to mark her territory. She pressed into her partner's soft body. Carrie wrapped her finger's in Emma's lovely blonde locks, kissed her hard and pressed her tear-drop shaped breasts into the other girl's pert, petite boobs. Their hard nipples rubbed together. When Carrie broke the kiss, she licked and latched on to Emma's right tit. Emma moaned. Both pussies moistened. Carrie kissed and licked her partner's nipples, switching rapidly from one to the other. She rubbed and gently squeezed her lover's diminutive breasts. Carrie began to slowly kiss her way down Emma's belly to her pussy. Emma welcomed her advance and parted her legs. Carrie wasn't going to give in to her girlfriend's desire just yet. She licked the inside of Emma's thigh and blew cold air over the wetness. She watched goosebumps rise over her skin. Carrie gently tickled and rubbed the insides of her partner's thighs, occasionally getting within an inch or two of her dripping pussy, but never touching it. Emma's skin, from head to toe, was flushed and her muscles trembled. Carrie's plan was working, she wanted her lover to be super sensitive and begging for satisfaction. Carrie resumed teasing her girl. She lightly brushed Emma's swollen pussy lips with just the tips of her fingers. Emma moaned sharply and breathed noisily through gritted teeth. Carrie could smell her desire and sensed her agony. "Please, Carrie . . . please touch me," Emma begged between gasps and moans. Carrie grinned up at her, "I want you to remember me when those big dicks are pummeling you." "Carrie!" Emma whined. "Please! Do me!" Emma was so horny she grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples trying unsuccessfully to ease her distress. Carrie slowly pressed her mouth against the weeping hot slit in front of her. Her tongue reached out and slowly explored the whole length of Emma's sex. Emma shuddered experiencing a small orgasm. She ran her hand through Carrie's hair, gripped it tightly and forced her face into her aching place. Emma's mouth was open, but no sound came out as finally Carrie's tongue flicked Emma's clit. Carrie massaged her girlfriend's wetness and spread it all over the soft, sensitive flesh down there. Then Carrie eased a finger inside of her. She added a second and twisted them about inside the smoldering passageway feeling every inch of her partner's incredibly tight vagina. All the while she licked and sucked gently on Emma's swollen clit, enjoying the taste and driving her significant other towards a earthshaking climax. "Oh, God . . . yes, Carrie, yes . . . that's good. Keep doing that." Emma moaned and twitched. Her hands were braced on Carrie's head not allowing her to move. Her legs began to shake and her moans rapidly turned to gasps and screams. "I'm cumming! Oh God!" Her talented lover pressed her face even harder into Emma's heated cunt. She licked her sweet clit while thrusting slick fingers in and out of her aching pussy. Emma yelled and shook with a tremendous orgasm. She thrust against Carrie with every wave, leaving her lover's face completely drenched. Emma lay panting for several minutes. After she recovered, she pulled Carrie in tight, gently laughed and said, "Ah . . . Rest assured I will not forget an orgasm like that." "You better not!" Carrie got more serious and said, "I love you dearly . . . completely." "I love you too. You are the the one I want." The girls lay together comfortable with their nakedness. Carrie felt better. She was re-assured that her girl loved her and no one was going to take her place. ^^^ A little while after Carrie returned to the living room, Wayne entered his sister's old bedroom. He was naked under his robe. He was thinking, "This will be fun. God, I bet she's as tight as a gnat's ass". Emma was sitting up in bed. She was bra-less under a soft cotton tee shirt. The bed sheet hid the fact that she was not wearing any panties. He was excited over the prospect of banging this cute young thing and he had a firm erection to prove it. Emma was excited about becoming pregnant, but a little apprehensive over having sex with the three Tyler males. Wayne dropped his robe eager to show her his cock. He was proud of it not because it was exceptional, but because it was his. He asked, "I guess you don't get to play with these a lot. Do you want a taste?" Emma conscious of her partner's concerns said, "Ah . . . No thanks." Wayne swiveled his hips causing his prick to wave about. "Are you sure? I won't tell Carrie if you don't tell Willow." "We better stick with the original plan." Emma lifted the bed sheet slightly inviting him to join her in bed. He grabbed the sheet and lifted it higher than she had planned. He spied her bald pussy and smiled. He had been begging his wife unsuccessfully for years to wax or shave. He was pleased that he was finally going to get to experience a bald beaver. Where's the Turkey Baster? "Nice. Looks so smooth." Wayne slid into the bed. He pressed his engorged prick against her creamy thigh and copped a feel brushing his hand over her bra-less tits. She noticed his caddish behavior, but chose to ignore it. He lay beside her his face inches from her. For a moment she was afraid he was going to kiss her. "Ugh," she cringed. Emma drew back and said, "I'm sure you are finding this as awkward and uncomfortable as I am. We aren't boyfriend and girlfriend and yet we are about to have sex. Could we do this simply? Please just slip it in me. I'm wet and ready." He was not finding this awkward or embarrassing in the least. He was enjoying it immensely. He had his wife's permission to bang a hot chick. No way was he going to rush it and do a quick sperm dump. No, this was something to savor. He was going to make a memory that he could call up time after time. Wayne brazenly rubbed her bare sex and stuck a finger in her cunt. "Mmm . . . I see you're wet. Carrie do you good?" He leaned in and smelled her face. "I don't smell pussy on your lips. So was it a one way event?" Emma pulled back. "I'm not discussing my sex life with you." She slapped his hand away from her nether regions. "Maybe you should leave. I guess this was a bad idea." Ah oh this wasn't going the way Wayne had imagined. In his horny warped mind, he had thought that they were going to have wild sex. Now he was flirting with walk out of here with blue balls and he risked having everyone learn he had acted like a tool. He changed course quickly saying, "I'm sorry. You're right this is a strange, awkward situation. I've never done anything like this before. I'm being an ass. Maybe the best course is just to do it." He paused and looked her in the eye to see if she accepted his apology. When she gave him a slight nod, he climbed over her and knelt between her legs. Her pretty waxed cunt glistened with moisture from her recently orgasm. Wayne grasped his cock and gently parted her pink lips. He looked at her face as he entered her slowly. She was as tantalizingly tight as he had expected. She wasn't a virgin, but her snatch didn't have a lot of miles on it. It was very cherry. Emma was embarrassed. She had promised Carrie that the sex would be purely perfunctory, unemotionally and certainly not orgasmic. But it had been a long time since she had been skewered by a man. It felt good to be filled up with a real dick, not the poor imitation a plastic dildo provides. She suppressed the feeling to loudly moan "Oh my God" as he filled her up. She told herself, "Oh. It's been too long". Her hips move on their own accord driving him deeper into her vagina. "Mmmm. Nice." Wayne did groan out loud. Her pussy was wet. Her pussy was warm. He did not have a giant dick; however, her tight pussy made him seem huge to both of them. It took a full minute for him to travel six inches into her rarely used tunnel. The pleasure was exquisite for the both of them. By the end Emma could not contain herself. "Oohh . . . emmm," she sighed. Her face flushed red from sexual pleasure and from the embarrassment that she was enjoying sex with Wayne. He noticed. She knew he knew so she said, "I owe you an apology. I guess there isn't any reason we can't enjoy this. It was just that Carrie was worried that I might enjoy it too much. You know, since she can't do this for me." Wayne smiled. "This will be our secret." He boned her good. He was a skilled, talented lover. He fuck her long and slow and then fast and hard. He drew more groans of pleasure from her before he let fly an enormous load into her. She was clawing at his back as she furiously rubbed her clitty against him seeking and finding her release. They savored their orgasms lying side-by-side on the bed. Wayne was proud he had gotten her off. When he saw a cream-pie appear at her opening, he said, "Hold on. We can't let all our good work be for naught." He slid a pillow under her ass so his cum would stay inside her. She cupped her pussy to hold back the flow. She said, "Thanks Wayne." She meant it for so many reasons. Wayne put on his robe and left. Fifteen minutes later there was a shy knock on the door. "Come in." Jack cautiously opened the door and step inside. He had on jeans and a tee shirt. Emma was sitting up in the bed. Again the sheets concealed the fact that she was bottomless. She wore a soft pink shirt. Her hard nipples were covered, but they could not be concealed. They made pointy dents in the cloth. Jack said, "Awkward huh?" "Totally." "Yea. We barely know each other. " He was uncomfortable. He fidgeted and he walked about to burn off his nervous energy. He said, "When I was a teenager, I had a fair amount of meaningless, sometimes even anonymous sex. I found it exciting in the moment, but totally unsatisfying upon reflection. When I turned twenty I promised that I would not do that kind of thing anymore. I ended up having less sex, but I liked myself more. I discovered that the sex was better too." Emma listened and nodded having also made that discovery. Jack continued, "What we are about to do is not meaningless. Nothing could be more meaningful than creating life. I'm glad to help you and Carrie have a child. But I would like to know you better before we . . ." Embarrassed he stopped speaking. He made a slight punching gesture with his right hand to get his point across. Emma understood and appreciated his sensibility. She gave props for idea. Jack ambled about the room as he said, "Let's share a bit about ourselves." Emma smiled. "Good idea," she said. She could feel some of the tension leave her body. "What's your middle name?" Jack asked. Emma hesitated. She hated her middle name. Jack noticed and said,"It can't be any worse than mine, Nutter." Emma guffawed. She quickly covered her mouth and apologized, "I'm sorry for laughing." But she couldn't stop herself from laughing some more. "That's okay. As the eldest son, our family tradition decreed that my mother's maiden name become my middle name. You can imagine how much fun my schoolmates had once they discovered my second name." "Yes. I bet you were teased a lot for that. My name is something not a lot of people know. It's so old-fashioned. I am Emma Prudence," she said. He gave her a queer look. She explained. "My family has it's conventions too. I am descended from Puritans. They bestow virtuous middle names on their children like Charity, Joy or Mercy. The hope is that it will help one live a godly life. My sister's middle name is Hope. I was saddled with Prudence," Emma said with a shy smile. Jack responded in a deadpan manner. "I wouldn't have taken you as someone from Massachusetts." The both laughed. Emma was feeling more at ease with Jack. "One more, question," Jack said. "What's your most embarrassing moment? I'll go first. In college, I joined a coed intramural volleyball team. Yes, to meet girls. So one lovely spring day we are playing outside. Everyone was having a great time. I had made the mistake of eating corn beef and cabbage for lunch and I was gassy." Jack made a face and then continued. "I was holding it in. My plan was when I rotated out of the game, I'd find a secluded spot and no one would be the wiser. Did I mention I have hay fever?" Emma shook her head "no". "Well, before I could leave the game, tree pollen made me sneeze. It was a tremendous, forceful sneeze. The only thing louder than this sneeze was the fart that erupted from my bowels. The game stopped. Everyone stared at me. Oh my God I was embarrassed! All the pretty girls I had imagined I would date and have sex with looked at me and burst out laughing. Worst day of my life." Emma laughed. "I'm sorry, but I can't help myself." She let loose a rich belly laugh. When she stopped she had to wipe her eyes. She had laughed so hard tears poured down her face. She said, "Okay, this is just between us. This is my most embarrassing moment. I was sixteen, the new kid at school and I had been invited to my first boy/girl party. It was a pool party. My mother was strict and would only allow me to wear a one piece bathing suit since there were going to be boys at the party." "Mom and I went shopping and after much searching we finally found a suit we both could agree on. It was white with nice flourishes and pretty details. I was amazed at the amount of attention I got from all the guys at the party despite the fact I wasn't wearing a bikini. It wasn't until I went to the restroom and looked in the mirror that I realized that the bathing suit was completely transparent when wet. I was mortified. Especially since no one, not even one of the girls, had told me that all my private parts were on display." "You poor thing!" Jack sat beside her and gave her a hug. They lingered in each others arms enjoying the closeness, the contact. Sexual interest and tension was beginning to build between them, When they broke the embrace, Emma said "Thanks. Your questions were a good way to break the ice." They were so close Jack could feel her breath on his face. He asked, "Shall we get to it?" Emma nodded. Jack stood and removed his clothes. Emma felt very comfortable with him. She hadn't planned on getting completely naked, but now she wanted to. She pulled her cotton top over her head. Her little round orbs bounced into view. Her nipples were dark and erect. She pulled the sheet aside and exposed the rest of her body to him. He saw her toned stomach, shapely legs and her bare crotch. Jack was naked now. His dick swelled and hardened as he studied her body. He said, "You are beautiful." "Thanks. You look good too." She crooked her finger, inviting him to come to her. She swung her legs over the side and sat on the edge of the bed. He stepped in front of her. She reached out for his cock and brought it to her lips. Her warm mouth enveloped his hardness. She hadn't planned on anything more than a quick poke, but Jack's opening gambit had caused her to changed her mind. She was happy to discover that Jack was considerate and funny. She thought "This encounter could be fun". It prompted her to try and make this pleasurable for both of them. Emma responded positively to his cock. It helped that his cock was a good size. Big enough that she knew it could satisfy her and it was not so big that she'd have trouble taking him in her mouth and pussy. She also was pleased to see that he had trimmed his pubic hair. Emma didn't demand or expect a man to shave his genitals, but she always appreciated it when they made an effort to tidy up for a woman. All these things persuaded Emma be an active participant in the cumfest. "Mmmm. You don't have to," he said as she bobbed up and down on his prick. Emma groaned in response letting him know she didn't feel pressured or put upon to suck his dick. She was one of those women who liked doing it. It made her feel sexy and powerful. She was in control. Emma hummed and began stroking his turgid rod. Jack felt the vibration throughout his shaft. His hands went to her head. He ran his fingers through her soft blonde hair. She grabbed his butt and brought him deeper into her mouth and then into her throat. "Oh my God! What did you do?" He asked as for the first time in his life a woman deep-throated him. She giggled, pulled off him to take a breath and answered, "Surprised a lesbian knows how to swallow a cock?" "Well yes. That was fantastic." "When I was younger I too engaged in some reckless activities. I guess I was rebelling against my Puritan up bringing." She quickly downed his cock and swallowed several times. Jack cried out, "Oh that's amazing, but you'd better stop that or I will be depositing my sperm in the wrong place." She released him and gave him a few quick strokes. "You're right. Maybe we can do that another time," she said to his amazement. She absolutely blew his mind when she added, "Bring the wife. I am even better at eating pussy." Emma pulled him into bed. She rolled on top of him and kissed him. "I like you." Jack's mind was reeling. Minutes ago this was an extremely awkward situation. Now each was comfortable with the other and enjoying themselves immensely. He grabbed her and rolled until he was on top. "I like you too," Jack said before he kissed her. He drove his tongue into her mouth. They kissed like horny teenagers. She ran her fingers through his hair. His hands found her soft mounds. Soon his mouth was sucking on her erect nipples. She moaned and felt herself getting wet down there. Suddenly she pushed him off her. Jack was worried that maybe he had gone too far, but then she said, "We definitely have to see each other again, but I need you in me NOW. I want to be on top." Jack got on his back and the slender blonde straddled him. She grabbed him firmly as she lined his penis up with her gash. She slowly sank on his manhood. They both moaned as he entered her soft warm place. "Mmm. I knew you'd fill me up good." "And you are a special treat. God, you're tight." Emma lurched forward rubbing her clit against his body. . She loved this position, It allowed her to control the angle, speed and pressure of penetration. It also gave her the leverage to stimulate her clitoris. She rubbed herself on his pubic bone and moaned loudly. "Emmm. Yea." She let out a satisfying sigh and set a steady pace bouncing up and down on Jack. She was enjoying having sex with Jack. He stared up at her in amazement. She was beautiful and her pert boobs were a perfect handful. She saw his gaze of adoration and said, "You like my tits? You can touch them. Play with my nipples." Jack smiled. He reached up and twisted a pointy nip. She squealed in pleasure so he pinched her other nipple. "You bastard," she said with a smile. "You love it." "Yes. Yes I do. I also like a hard cock stretching my little pussy. You seem to be good at that too." The pair fucked. She controlled the action and made sure all her hot buttons were pressed. Jack enjoyed her animalistic manner of copulation. She was hot, sexy and uninhibited. She knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go for it. The two exploded simultaneously and loudly. Jack pumped her pussy full of baby making juice. Sweaty and exhausted the pair flopped apart on the bed. When she could speak, Emma said, "Mmm. You're good." "Am I still alive?" He teasingly asked. Then added, "I came so hard, I was afraid you fucked me to death." The pair laughed. After Jack left, Carrie entered the bedroom. She saw her lover lying naked on the bed. Her eyes were closed. Her legs were not. They were splayed wide open. She looked well fucked and thoroughly sated. A creamy substance oozed out of her sloppy vagina. "Emma?" "Oh . . . Hi Carrie." Emma was suddenly shy and embarrassed. She quickly closed her legs and pulled the sheet up covering her breasts. Carrie noticed. She moved to the bed and sat beside her partner. She placed a hand on her brow brushing a clump of sweaty hair out of her mate's eyes. She said "Are you doing okay?" What she wanted to say was "Boy, you spent a long time with my brother Jack. I heard both of you laughing and then screaming in pleasure. Are you going to break up with me because I don't have a penis?" Emma knew her girl, She responded to the unasked questions, "Babe, I know I was with Jack a while. He was kind and very considerate. We took some time to get comfortable with one another. He understood the gravity of what we are trying to accomplish. It didn't seem right to just have a quick, meaningless fuck. Carrie nodded. She could understand that. Emma continued, "We got along better than I expected. I like him. I did orgasm with him. I'm sorry if that hurts your feelings. He is a skillful and considerate lover who made this less scary and awkward. " Carrie stared at her trying to read her. Emma stayed quiet. She had been open and honest. Carrie accepted her explanation even though it wasn't what she wanted to hear. "Carrie, honestly I think this is harder on you than me. Let's pray this works and we get our baby." Emma hugged her distraught girlfriend. She melted into her arms. As she stood to leave, Carrie said bravely, "Two down, one to go." She smiled weakly to her lover. Her parents entered the room passing Carrie as she exited. Emma's mind was so preoccupied with her anxious thoughts and worries that she didn't notice or question why both her parents were entering the bedroom. Emma watched her lover leave and then focused on the couple headed her way. Joan and JT made themselves at home sitting on opposite sides of the bed beside Emma. Joan spoke first. "It seems like you are holding up okay . . . making the best of the situation." Emma looked at her warily. She wondered why both of them were in here. Was Joan's comment a dig at her referring to her recent screaming orgasm? JT reached over Emma's body and held hands with his wife. He said, "We are so glad you are apart of Carrie's life. You make her happy. Having a child will only make you two closer. I have been blessed to have this lady in my life for over 30 years. I like to think that we are closer and more in love than the day we married." Joan beamed and said to her husband, "We are dear." She turned her attention to Emma and said, "One reason is we have never cheated. This is not to say we have been monogamous all these years. When we play, we play together." "Ohhhh," Emma said knowingly. Her eyes widen. Joan laughed seeing the girl's surprised reaction. "Yes, JT and I were swingers back in the day. Like you I too enjoy the occasional strange dick." JT said, "Joan and I have many shared passions - music, theater and we both appreciate beautiful women." He reached out and caressed Emma's porcelain cheek. Emma replied, "Oh, so your daughter gets her love of women from both of you." Everyone laughed. The tension in the room dissipated. Joan smiled and said, "This is your call Emma. There will be no hard feelings however this turns out. Do I watch my husband have sex with a beautiful woman or do I get to play too?" When she finished her question, Joan opened her shirt to shown off her womanly bosom. Emma raised her eyebrows and took a good long look at Joan's tanned breasts. They had longish pink nipples. She said, "Nice. No tan lines. Do you have a full body tan?" Joan stood and said, "Well since you asked nicely." Joan striped off her shirt and slacks. Since she didn't have any underwear on she quickly revealed that yes indeed she was tan all over her body. She stood nude and confidently. Emma paused. She always enjoyed the first time another woman revealed her naked body. Once again she was not disappointed. Joan was well groomed. Her vaginal lips were hairless. She did have a wide partial gray rectangle of pubic hair above her slit. Her breast were heavy. They sagged as one would expect due to their size and her age. However, they looked soft and enticing. Her body had full hips and a nice round ass. One glance told you she worked hard to maintain her figure. She was fighting a good fight to keep off the pounds that people put on as they age. Emma crawled out of bed and stood in front of Joan. She was a couple of inches shorter than Joan. That put her head at the perfect level to suckle her tits so she did just that. Joan wrapped her arms around Emma and she moaned appreciating the younger woman's tender efforts. Emma sucked and fondled the hard nipples in front of her. When she attempted to switch to the other breast, Joan pulled her head upwards into a kiss. The ladies traded spit and pawed at each others body. Joan pushed the smaller woman backwards causing her to tumble onto the bed. "Sweetheart, I think you should stay horizontal. We wouldn't want all that sperm you worked so hard for to dribble out of you. Where's the Turkey Baster? JT was stilling sitting on the edge of the bed, He had been happily watching the women play. Emma turned to him and asked, "Are you waiting for an engraved invitation to join us?" "Get your clothes off!" She ordered. JT stood and shucked off his clothes. His semi-hard dick flopped about. Joan eased herself onto the far side of the bed. The married couple sandwiched the younger woman between them. Joan and JT casually ran their hands over the woman's fine body touching and examining each delicious part. Her hand lingered on a breast. She pulled and twisted the nipple to its maximum peak. Emma cooed in response and her sex grew wetter. JT fell in love with the tiny freckles that were sprinkled across the bridge of Emma's nose. He examined them and gave her nose a quick kiss. Joan said, "You are so young, so beautiful." Emma smiled. She reached out and hefted one of Joan's heavy, sagging breast and said, "You're a fine specimen of womanly beauty." She loving caressed the orb and brought her mouth to the soft flesh. Joan cooed and moaned saying, "You're making me wet." "Let me see." Emma got up on her hands and knees. She lowered her head to Joan's vagina and licked. She was wet and tasty. The flavor reminded her of Carrie. Joan lifted her hips deepening the elicit contact. Then she grabbed the smaller woman's hips and brought her cunt to her lips. They ate each other 69-style. Emma giggled. She thought it was odd, kind of funny, that Joan would eat her son's sperm. She said, "Now who is wasting the sperm I worked so hard to collect." Joan laughed and said, "I love two things: men's cum and the nectar of ladies. I can't resist their delicious combination. I'll slurp up any freshly fucked pussy. Don't worry your pretty little head about any loss of baby juice, JT will fill you up." JT got up, walked around the bed and watched the women pleasure each other. He stopped at his wife's head. Before him was the untanned tiny butt of Emma. He caressed her ass cheeks and ran his fingers down her butt crack. He lingered at her crinkled anus. Remembering seeing her with a butt plug, he was confident she would appreciate his next action. He wet a finger and skewered her asshole. She responded by pressing into him driving his finger in to the hilt. He dribbled spit on her asshole and sawed his finger in and out of her ass as the girls' tongues searched through every fold of soft flesh in front of them. Their mouths sucked on the others swollen clitoris. Muffled moans of pleasure escaped from their busy mouths. The room grew warm and filled with the scent of aroused females. The women were gasping for air as they neared their climax. Emma came first. The anal stimulation and the older woman's experienced tongue brought on a glorious orgasm. When she went rigid, Joan fucked her frozen face and brought about her own joyous release. "Oh . . . Oh. OH. OHHHH." JT sat beside the women. He softly caressed them as pleasure surged throughout their bodies. Slowly they came down from their highs. "Mmm. That was a good one," Joan moaned. "Yes, it was," Emma agreed. She kissed Joan and tasted her pungent essence on the woman's lips. Emma turned to JT and shared the salty, metallic blend that his wife had been feasting on. JT liked the taste and her soft lips. He gripped the back of her head a drew her in closer for a hard, hungry kiss. Joan laughed and said, "JT, you haven't kissed me like that since. . . last night. You're going to like her." Joan moved to a chair giving them the bed. They kissed and explored each others body. She liked his hardness. He enjoyed her soft, slight curves. JT rolled on top of her and the slender girl disappeared under his bulk. He worried that he might crush her. However, Emma like it. He was big, strong and so manly. JT said, "Am I too heavy? Should I get off?" "No, I like it. Keep you weight on your elbows like you're doing. I like the feel of a powerful man on top of me. I can feel your hard rod pressing against my abdomen. Slip it in me. Go ahead, I'm super wet." JT lifted up and positioned his cock against her ragged lips. His cock was rock hard and throbbing. She smiled as she felt it pulse. He drove hard into her. She cried out not in pain, but with surprise. Her empty space was suddenly being stretched to the max. She cried out "Oh!" as her vacant space was suddenly not so empty. Her exclamation was quickly followed by a plea. "More. I want all of it." With a flick of his hips, JT shoved the rest of his manhood into the slight female. He was only able to do it because she was extremely wet. They both could feel her narrow passage being stretch to accommodate his cock. When he has all the way in her, they both were still. They stared into each others eyes. She enjoyed the sensation of fullness. He enjoyed her tightness and pleasure he derived from bedding yet another beautiful woman. She grounded her clit against his body with a wiggle of her hips. JT responded with long, slow thrusts. Their sexual pleasure began to build. They took their time. Emma could feel her orgasm building. She demanded he drive her over the edge. "Harder! Faster!" JT obliged. They fucked passionately, desperately. They drove each on going faster, harder, deeper. Their breathing was noisy and ragged. Sweat poured off them. Their hearts were beating fast as they pounded one another. "Oh God," she cried out simply announcing her climaxed. JT lost it when he felt her pussy clench his cock. He exploded inside her. When she felt the warm and wetness inside her, she came a second time. She saw stars and pleasure registered in every nerve in her body. Another climax followed. This time it was Joan. She had been masturbating as she watched the two of them go at it. The sounds, smells and look of pure bliss on Emma's face drove her over the edge and her screams heralded her orgasm. "Ohh . . .Oh. OH! OHHH!" ^^^ The clan gathered for the Thanksgiving meal. Everyone including the kids were there. It was awkward. The adults were quiet and uncomfortable remembering how the earlier part of the day was spent with the men having sex with Emma. Emma stood, "Today is a day to count our blessings and give thanks. I count myself blessed to be a part of this family. I give thanks to all of you for helping, supporting and loving Carrie and me." Cheers followed her speech. JT stood and said, "I hope next year we have to bring another chair to this table."