Auld Lang Syne 5

Felicia was still an insanely beautiful woman at thirty-seven, but she was ambitious. She knew that if she incorporated her luscious daughter into her lovemaking, the fucking would be even better—more taboo, more perverse—than it had been even in her heyday.

And once she initiated Felicity into sex, the incest was almost better than the prospect of the orgies she’d hoped to bring about. She was hooked on her daughter’s pussy, loving to spank and tease her first. Felicity was a robust filly, possibly even more sexual than Felicia had been at her age, and they were thick as thieves in wanting to find others to share in their charms.

The Parker family was ideal. So, at Felicia’s insistence, Felicity followed her mother’s orders and offered herself to Peter, the patriarch. But now that she had his big, burning cock inside her eager pussy, Felicity was no longer sure she wanted to share him with her mother.

So far, Felicity had only made it with a few men: high school boys her own age were dubious prospects as lovers and she didn’t want the drama of laying a statutory charge on an older man. Peter made the risk worth it, not that it was a risk since her eighteenth. None of her mother’s dildos could compare with him, not for sheer size or for raw masculine power.

Felicity ground down as far as she could on Peter’s thick prick, feeling its aroused throbbing flare through the sensitive folds of her pussy. She writhed in low, luscious circles about the racing pleasure inside her, her sex spiked by his impressive cock, and she sweated with the exertion of all the delight she was feeling, all the lust she was trying to satisfy.

It made her breasts wetly slippery in Peter’s groping hands. Her ass rubbed delectably from Peter’s firm thighs to his chiseled abs, feeling tantalizing hints of his body beyond the hilt of his manhood. She wanted to touch all of it, but it was all she could do to stroke Peter’s muscular arms as they manhandled her body, groped her breasts.

“Love it!” Felicity cooed to herself, trembling in wanton enjoyment. “Love having your big dick inside me! Mmmmm! I’m gonna come again!”

Felicity felt like she was on top of a machine, something that existed only to rut into her and give her pleasure. She rode it, fucking her hips faster, crying out as she got more and more from the machine, put more and more in. Ripples of wild excitement flooded her cunt. She’d never come like this with a man before.

Her mother had done this to her, using a vibrator just like she would on herself, and other obscenely erotic things she could only do to another woman. Kissing and teasing and tonguing Felicity’s virgin asshole, until Felicity felt faint with the depraved bliss she was experiencing. But Felicia never let her get fucked in the ass. That, she insisted, had to be saved for when the time was right.

Felicity had also gotten off with the repressed housewife who came to Felicia to be whipped and chained, but she was too kinky for Felicity to have much fun with. Felicity wanted to kiss and suck and stroke, not just spank.

And Peter was almost in the same category, even if he gave her far more joy than the sub who just wanted to be dominated. He was still just a raging cock at the end of the day. That was almost enough, but Felicity just wanted more. She wanted someone like herself, to play with like her mother played with her.

A girl like Peter’s cute as hell daughter…

“Shit!” Peter gasped, feeling Felicity clench up and seemingly throttle his cock, her orgasm undulating through her folds until it felt like she was trying to milk him. The blonde wiggled her hips from side to side, accentuating her effect on him, so that it took all Peter’s willpower to hold his orgasm back.

He didn’t want to come. Not yet. His prick might’ve had enough of Felicity’s tight little pussy, but the rest of him still wanted to play with her plump breasts and drink in the sight of her awash in pleasure, in her young and glowing sensuality. The way she arched her back, face contorted, voice crying out in pained delight, excited Peter to the point where it was almost as good as orgasming anyway.

And to think, she’d assumed she had to bribe him with this to get him to fuck Felicia Hardy.

Felicity pumped herself faster on his cock, soft cries of ecstasy rolling from her throat as she lavished his groin with her honey. Peter slid one hand down her taut belly and found her small clit, quivering in its wait to be stimulated. He rubbed it with his thumb, making Felicity quake madly as her orgasm seemed to double.

Her cream came out of her in a torrent now. She lunged forward, lowering herself to his chest, biting his lips in a frenzy to kiss him, pressing her breasts against his pecs. Her gushing snatch rocked feverishly on his manhood, devouring him as much as getting off. She came in urgent spasms now, moaning and kissing him until her lips were run ragged.

Still Peter didn’t come. He forced himself to stay resolute. Felicity obviously loved the enjoyment she got out of fucking him, couldn’t get enough of his prick. He wanted to keep giving it to her, keep letting her have it, until she’d more than satisfied herself.

He thought about Felicia. She’d always been a smart woman. She must’ve known that Peter would have his guard up, getting back into swinging with her and Mary Jane. But how could he resist the teenage nymphomaniac she’d sent his way? If Peter weren’t careful, he’d find himself wrapped around her little finger.

Peter suddenly slapped Felicity hard on the ass. She froze, stupefied by her confusion.

“Get on all fours,” he told her. “I want your hot little ass in the air, right now.”

Gratifyingly, Felicity didn’t think about his words, she just did as she was told. In a moment, she was on her hands and knee, her plump ass quivering behind her, her pink pussy eagerly splayed between her thighs.

Peter knelt behind her, taking hold of her dimpled waist just before it swelled fully into her rounded hips. He resisted the ferocious impulse to ram himself deep into her ass. Not yet—not when he had her so pliant already. He didn’t want to lose Felicity’s grateful compliance just when he’d first gotten it.

He took her from behind, fucking her with the powerful, steady thrusts he knew she could take. Felicity howled and clawed at the bedspread under her, pumping her ass back to take all that she could of what he was giving her. Peter tried not to think of Felicia, feeling it was a disservice to this young lady that was a terror in her own right, but it wasn’t easy.

Felicity was ripe as could be, a sylphlike shade of her mother’s extravagantly curved body. It seemed like another year and Felicity’s tits and ass and sleek legs would be ready for a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue.

“Oh, God, give me your cum!” Felicity wailed, her cunt wrapped passionately around his prick. Peter couldn’t tell if she’d had enough or if she was simply too hot-blooded to wait any longer for the ultimate pleasure—if she would relish being his cum dumpster just as her mother had. “I want your jizz! Shoot inside me, Peter, now! Ooooh! I want it right now! Hurry! Oh yesss! UNNHH!”

Peter squeezed her lush hips in his fingers and pistoned rapidly into her, only traveling back and forth a few inches, but still hammering into her as his load cackled in his balls like electricity in a transformer. Felicity swooned in another white-eyed orgasm and that was all he could take. His prick erupted, pouring cum deep into Felicity’s feverish depths, her inner muscles sucking down his seed with careening undulations.

For almost a solid minute, Peter fed her his semen, hot blasts of delicious completion rippling up from his satisfied crotch to go with the jets of burning sperm that were draining out of his balls.

Felicity sobbed and humped her ass deliriously, working her way through the hottest climax a man had ever given her—spurred through it by each launch he made deep into her sex.

Sighing in relief that he had come through such rapture intact, Peter slowed down, putting the onus on Felicity to suck his prick completely dry with her orgasmic cunt. For all she looked like the second coming of Felicia Hardy, Felicity was in a class by herself, he realized. As different from MJ and Felicia as they were from Gwen Stacy or Liz Allan. What she lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm and raw pleasure at learning the possibilities of getting laid.

Peter slipped his flaccid cock away from the last of her convulsions and sprawled beside her, picking up a cigarette himself from where she’d left her pack on the nightstand. Felicity stayed on all fours, her ass twitching with the ecstasy taking place deep inside her. She whimpered and shook with relish while his warm, sticky jizz trickled out of her hole.

Then she let out a charged laugh. She’d come over her to hook Peter on her body and instead, she’d ended up halfway addicted to what he could do to her.

“Wow!” bubbled out Felicity. She rolled onto her back and tried massaging a little relief from her painfully swollen breasts, her exquisitely tight nipples. “I feel like you just took my cherry. You’re the first guy to ever convince me I should spread my legs for him instead of my own hand.”

“Don’t lose your hand’s phone number,” Peter suggested. “Between your mother and my wife, my dance card’s going to be pretty full.”

“I suppose I wouldn’t mind sitting out if I got to see you take on my mom. She’s really something.”

“Tell me about it. But Mary Jane’s no slouch either.”

“What about May, your daughter?” Felicity asked slyly, taking Peter’s cigarette from him for a deep inhale.

“She’s just a kid,” he said indignantly.

“And what am I?” Felicity giggled. “Do you think I’m the exception or the rule?”

“I think you’re Felicia Hardy’s daughter,” he replied.

“Well, at least she taught me not to settle for anything less than quality. I probably get around less than good ol’ Mayday. Who knows what clumsy schoolboy she’ll—“

“Hey!” Peter cried. “I won’t tell Felicia how to raise her kid, but I’m sure as hell not going to let her or you tell me I’m doing it wrong.”

Felicity held her hands up. “Ease off, tiger. I’m just saying that I know the score and maybe May doesn’t.”

“She knows enough,” Peter insisted. “Me and her mother talked with her about that kind of thing.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet she learned a lot.”

“And what’s that mean now?”

Felicity cuddled close to him and flicked her wet tongue against his ear. “I mean that if you fuck your wife anything like you fuck me… and as loudly… I’ll bet Mayday’s been wondering where she can find her own ‘daddy dearest.’” Felicity nostrils flared with excitement. When she reached down to touch his cock, it felt stiff and heavy as a cudgel. “How’d you like to fuck my ass?”