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   BetweenHerLegs says -

   This story, like all BetweenHerLegs stories, is a literary exploration
of sexual fantasy.  It it not intended to describe actual persons or
events, nor to condone or encourage any of these activities.  Likewise,
this and every other piece of erotica on this site should not be read by or
to minors, nor by or to anyone for whom these materials are illegal,
immoral, or ill-advised.

   Otherwise...  enjoy!

   Love and kisses,

   Jenny (ManyJennies@yahoo.com)

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   "The Wrong Third 2"

   by BetweenHerLegs

   (C) Jenny Clark, 2008

   Cindy, naked and wrapped in a towel, looked down into the eyes of the
girl with whom she had just showered.  The girl whom she had absurdly
assumed was a hooker who just looked exactly like her daughter.  The girl
who was her 22-year old daughter, Kelly.  The white blond daughter who had
a perfectly sculpted body that belonged on some teenage boy's wall, covered
in the results of his jacking off.  Cindy herself was 43 years-old,
voluptuous, olive-skinned with dark hair and eyes, and a face of which she
was still proud.  She wanted to feel awkward, uncomfortable, ashamed, of
what she and her daughter had just done together in the shower, but instead
all she could think about was how wonderful her daughter's lovely curves
had felt, and how exciting it was to have this young, beautiful creature
adoring her older, maternal body.

   And then there was the other issue.  Cindy looked up from Kelly's face
and over to the hotel bed in which her husband Doug was being fucked by the
hooker the married couple had actually called for, and for whom Cindy had
mistaken her daughter.  It was like a silly screwball comedy, but one in
which all the participants were horny and getting lucky.  The hooker,
curvier but generally less pretty than Kelly, was pounding Doug mercilessly
on the bed.  The middle-aged man gave a cry of pleasure with every plunge,
describing in crude terms the pleasures he was finding within the hooker's
inner folds.  The young woman was covering his face with kisses, her blond
wig starting to fall off and reveal her natural brown hair.

   "I think Dad's gonna busy for a while," Kelly said, guiding her mom back
into the bathroom and closing the door.

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   As soon as the bathroom door had closed, the girl on top of Doug threw
her wig off, and sat up straight, grinding him with her inner muscles and
looking down into his eyes.  She looked like she was about 25, but she was
actually 31, and Doug was enthralled as he stared into her green eyes, her
perky lips, her soft brown hair.  He reached up and massaged her large
breasts.  Her nipples were extraordinarily long and hard against his hands.


   "You think she bought it?" the young woman asked, guiding his hands down
her side, to her hips.  "You think she thinks I'm a hooker?"

   He squeezed her hips and craned up to suck on her magnificent nipples.
"I'm sure she does," he said, thrusting up, deep inside her from his
semi-sitting position.  Her nails were deep in his back, clutching his face
to her chest.  "And I'm sure she didn't recognize you in that blond wig."

   "She didn't even recognize Kelly," the young woman laughed, sliding off
him and taking his robust cock into her mouth.  She savored the taste of
her own juices on him.  She gobbled him up sloppily, all lips and tongue,
her fingers playing with his balls.  Then she added, "I'm sure if she
didn't recognize her own daughter, she didn't recognize her husband's baby
sister."

   She opened her mouth and throat as wide as she could and plunged down.
As the head of his cock entered the depths of her throat it twitched, then
spasmed repeatedly.  Her brother Doug held her head down, forcing her to
swallow and choke on his liquid love.

   When she finally lifted her face, saliva mixed with semen trailing
between her mouth and his cock, she smiled, and started to nibble on his
balls.  "I've kept my promise, big brother."

   "Oh yeah?"

   "Yeah," she purred as he reached down and massaged her large breasts. 
"My husband can have all the pussy he wants, and just about anything else,
but my mouth has never touched another man's cock other than yours." She
abandoned his balls and began kissing his shaft again.  It was already
regaining strength.

   Doug lifted her, kissed her mouth, excited by the traces of his cum on
his sister's lips, tongue, and teeth.  She had such a pretty,
girl-next-door face and such soft brown school-girl hair that it was easy
to forget they were much older than when they'd first started making love
to one another the night their oldest brother married the girl who had once
been their step-sister because their dad had divorced his second wife.

   He rolled his sister onto her back and spread her legs.  Her bush was
not trimmed but was naturally neat, soft, and sparse enough to show off her
puffy pink lips.  He kissed her calves.  "I've kept my promise too, Kim."
He kissed the soft, tender spot behind her knees.  "No matter how much
Cindy may beg." He kissed her thigh on top, then the side, then bottom. 
His sister drew her legs up.  "I may kiss her in this position." He pressed
his lips on his sister's soft lower lips, inserting his tongue for only a
moment.  "But never..." He slid his body up along Kim's, pausing to kiss
her breasts.  "I've never had sex with her in the missionary position." He
reached down and began to gently loosen his sister's opening with his
fingers.  "We fuck," he said, kissing Kim's mouth, "but we never make love
as you and I." He kissed her cheek, and slid the head of his cock up to her
pussy, pressing slowly, almost teasingly.

   "God, yes, Doug, I love it best this way," she whimpered.

   As he worked himself slowly into her, finding her tight from this angle
despite her earlier work astride him, his hands slid under her wonderful
ass, massaging it and holding her more tightly up against him.  When he was
finally in to his full length, she bit his neck, drawing blood, and they
suddenly went at it as if they were two people who'd been without sex for
years.  Biting, clawing, gnashing, pounding up and pounding down.  Their
bodies slapped, their bed creaked and groaned, and the headboard banged
against the wall.  Doug's mouth found her tits, and he ravaged them as if
they were the first tits he'd ever seen -- which they had been, way back
when.  He loved their taste and feel even to this day.

   "Yes, Doug, fuck your baby sister!" she cried out, arching her back up
into him as his rod split her open and stretched her warm cavern.

   "Oh, Kim, oh, Kim," was all he could manage.

   Kim thrashed underneath him, all teeth and fingernails, while be pounded
down on her with bruising force, trying for slightly different angles with
every stroke, probing depths he hadn't known for several years.  Doug loved
the feeling o his sister's inner walls.  They swelled with fullness unlike
anything else he'd ever felt.  So swollen were they that he could feel them
throb around him.

   "Do you think Cindy actually fucked your daughter?" Kim asked, chewing
on his ear as he stroked her faster and faster.

   The thought of his wife and their daughter making love in the shower was
very arousing to Doug, and he started to work even faster, even harder.  "I
doubt she could resist," he answered between grunts.  "Kelly has a way
about her."

   "Doug, would you fuck her?"

   "I don't know."

   "Would you fuck her like you fuck me?"

   "Never," he promised, ramming himself up even deeper inside her.  "This
is for you and you alone."

   His baby sister began humping harder against him.  She threw her legs
around his back and wrapped her arms around him so tightly that she
literally lifted herself off the sheets.  "Yes, Doug!" she called out. 
"Fuck your little sister!"

   He strained to get his mouth on her breasts in this position, and as he
did she threw her head back, eyes closed.  She groaned loudly.  "Oh, Doug,
yes!" she gasped as he found her nipple.  "I hope Kelly and Cindy are
having a good time together," she said.

   Doug only grunted in response.  He was very focused on his sister's
pussy right now.

   "I actually slept with Kelly once, did you know that?"

   "What?" he asked through clenched teeth

   "When she was younger and staying with me for a few weeks.  I was going
through a bit of a lesbian phase, and she and I slept together."

   The thought of his sister and his hot daughter making love was too much
for Doug, and he came with no warning, shooting his load hard and hot
inside Kim's cunt.  As usually the feeling of being filled with her
brother's seed was enough to launch Kim, and she came just as hard as he
had, shaking and collapsing back down to the bed, a pile of soft, spent
flesh.  She took her brother into her arms, and they kissed softly.

   "Did you really sleep with Kelly?" Doug asked softly.

   "Yes, that wasn't just sex talk," she teased him, running a finger
between his ass cheeks.  "Though it had pretty good results, I'd say."

   "Did she eat your pussy?"

   "Several times."

   Doug could only groan again, and he found himself moving down to his
sister's legs.  He kissed her knee caps and looked up at her pussy, raw and
red and filled with his semen.  "Did you eat hers?" he asked, running his
tongue around her knee cap in circles.

   "As often as I could."

   Throwing all inhibitions to the wind, Doug moved up between his sister's
soft, thighs, loving the way they felt on either side of his face, and he
began kissing her pussy.  He tasted his own sperm mixed with her love, and
thought about Kim and Kelly in bed together, and gave a load cry of abandon
as he lifted his sister's cunt to is face and started to clean her with his
lips and tongue.  The more he ate, the more he grew to appreciate the
mixture of his and her love, and he devoured everything she had to offer
with great pleasure.  The feeling of his rough lips on her tender area and
the scratch of his beard shadow on her thighs were thrilling for Kim.  They
were such a contrast to what she remembered of Kelly's young, delicate face
between her legs.  There could never be anyone as good as Doug.  When he
found her clit, he tweaked it between his tongue and his upper lip
repeatedly, bringing her to a quick, quiet orgasm.

   Then, somehow, her brother was hard again.  She stared up at him with
unhidden admiration and submissive passion as he rose to stand on the bed
and stroke himself over her body.

   "My little sister, seducing my little girl," he grunted, using his own
drool to lube his cock as he fisted it.

   "Actually," she admitted, licking her lips as she watched him.  "She
seduced me."

   "Really," he said in disbelief, fisting faster.

   "Yes, she seduced me while I was in my bubble bath."

   "Shit!" he swore as he launched a small, weary load down onto his
sister's chest.

   He collapsed beside her and rubbed patterns in the little pool of cum on
her tits as they cuddled.  "Oh, yeah, how did you handle it when Cindy
called to make sure 'our prostitute' was going to be on time?  Didn't she
recognize your voice?"

   Kim raised an eyebrow.  "Cindy never called me."

   Doug froze.  "What number did she call then?"

   KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

   "I guess," Kim said with a soft laugh, "we're about to find out."

   (to be continued...)

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