Horny Little Women Ch. 03

As the sextet sat down for supper that evening, the atmosphere in the room could be cut with a scalpel. Leaning over his food, Matthew could feel several pairs of eyes boring into him like lasers. Glancing up, others at the table tried to avoid his gaze completely. In the space of two days, his arrival had turned the family of nubile women and their libidinous mother into a lustful harem. No one, not even young Amy, wistfully counting down the hours to her eighteenth birthday, had been unaffected by her brother's presence.

For Matthew it was a dream-come-true after twenty years on a tight leash, made better by the fact that they thrived upon it as much as he did, if not more. And the more time that elapsed, the more wanton became their desires seemed to become, their limits and his pushed further and further. What had happened that afternoon in Jo's bedroom would surely remain with him to the grave.

The meal gobbled down to save further disquiet, Matthew excused himself from the table, hurrying into the welcome air of the garden. Yet before he'd even stepped off the patio Meg, Beth and Amy surrounded like a pack of paparazzi to a Hollywood star. "Is it true, Matthew?" queried Meg, the eldest sister.

"It can't be," added Beth breathlessly, her frizzy brown hair dancing in the breeze.

Matthew raised his hands in protest, as much in embarrassment as anything.

"What?" appealed Amy, having heard the rumour but kept frustratingly in the dark by the others who deemed her the baby.

"Amy, butt out," warned Meg, exercising her seniority. "This isn't for little girls' ears."

"I'm not a little girl," Amy appealed.

Yet the bookish glasses, blonde ringlets and slight body did little to dispel the myth. "Yes you are," replied Beth.

"No I'm not. Oh I hate you," Amy cried, rectangular glasses steaming up, light curls animated.

Despite her youth, Matthew couldn't help but think how sexy she looked when pouting and angry.

"Amy, I won't tell you again," Meg warned, wagging her finger and losing patience both with Amy's persistence and Matthew's stubbornness.

As they reached the end of the garden, with Amy still in tow, Meg snapped. "Amy, get back to the house now or I swear all your birthday presents are going on eBay."

Amy stomped her foot and created but, with the threat carrying so much gravity, grudgingly she did as she was told. "Tomorrow," she stated with authority.

"Tomorrow," Matthew concurred in a whisper, adding a consolatory smile.

Amy smiled back, her ocean blue eyes radiant, her adolescent body oozing frustration.

Climbing over the wall, Matthew tried in vain to shake off his two fervent pursuers. "So, is it true?" pleaded Beth. "God, I wish I hadn't gone to Alice's."

"And I wish I hadn't stayed late at work," complained Meg.

Matthew smiled. The girls, it seemed, were more jealous than upset. Well, he had tried his hardest to treat them all equally since his arrival, so there really could be no complaints. Hopping across the log, he teased: "If you want to know any more you're going to have to catch me first."

With that he tore off into the woods, the two sisters in hot pursuit. The chase took them down a labyrinth of forest paths and the familiar hidden dirt track to the lido where the previous day the adventure had begun. This was where Matthew and Beth had first become acquainted whilst spying on the courting couple. A lot of water under the bridge since then, it was impossible to predict what might happen next.

Drained from an afternoon of incredible and mind blowing sex, Matthew pulled up at the water's edge, offering no further resistance. "You two never give up," he observed through staccato breaths, crouching to remove his socks and trainers and sitting to dangle his lower legs and aching feet in the soothing water.

The girls took up a position either side, copying their brother, feet dangling. Matthew looked out across the surface of the pool like a giant silver platter, mind busily replaying the afternoon's events. Just thinking about it again made him hard, the power of male erectile regeneration a most wonderful thing. All three gazed down in unison at the bulge that threatened to erupt through the front of the khaki shorts, Beth licking her lips furtively. "Tell us Matthew," prompted Meg, her frustration reaching boiling point.

Matthew grinned inwardly, knowing just how to handle the situation to elicit the maximum tease effect. It was left to Beth to try to clinch the deal with the offer: "Please Matthew, tell us what happened and we'll do anything you say."

That and the big brown Bambi eyes and fluttered eyelashes Beth saved for occasions like this had the desired effect though still Matthew teased. "I thought you lot told each other everything," he observed.

"I think Jo was still a little dumbstruck," said Meg with a giggle. "What the blooming heck did you do to her, Matthew?"

Matthew laughed. Growing in confidence and other places, he stated: "You said you'd do anything I asked?"

He didn't need to say another word. Such a strong telepathic connection had already sprung up that words were very nearly rendered redundant. The mere inference was sufficient for Meg to reach aside to pop the shorts button from its hole and Beth to work the zip down. Between them their slender fingers prised the hardening cock from the fly of the boxers, the warm air brushing the throbbing red tip, causing Matthew to grimace. Meg was quick to pick up on the point. "Hmm, poor thing looks a little sore."

"Now I wonder why that is?" Beth mused with a devilish grin.

"The dirty boy's been using it too much," added Meg, reaching over to give it a squeeze on the tip that made Matthew yelp.

"Aww, did that hurt?" asked Beth, a version of good cop / bad cop routine arising in the two sisters. "What do think we should do to get Matthew to confess, Meg?"

"Hmm, I'm not sure, Beth."

Though Beth knew exactly what SHE wanted to do, breaking out into a fit of lustful giggles. "Well it does look like it could do with being soothed."

With that she dipped down, back arching and hand flicking a few strands of stray hair behind her ear. As Matthew leant back on his elbows, a pair of soft sweet lips descended to envelope the bloated purple mushroom head. Beth's lush sucking brought instant relief to the numb pain. Yet it was an all too short-lived sensation as she pulled clear to be replaced by Meg, the older sister intent on causing more suffering. Flick, flick, flick, her tongue tip ran severely across the eye, causing Matthew to suck in the air through gritted teeth. "Poor Matthew," cooed Beth, muting the hiss by leaning back to place her mouth to his.

The kiss was tender, loving and full of passion. Their tongues touched momentarily and it was like tasting the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. Reaching beneath, Matthew undid the buttons of her blouse, pulling the two haves apart and off her arms to expose an ice white lacy bra that was in direct contrast to the brown flesh. How he wanted those pert little orbs in his hands and in his mouth. As she pulled away coquettishly, shaking her head, Matthew conceded: "Okay, okay, I'll tell you."

He was rewarded with Meg going back down on him. Only it was tender this time, the girl savouring his cock in her mouth, rolling it around inside the warm crevice. Repositioning, her face began to plunge up and down in a steady rhythm. Simultaneously he drew Beth back to him, forefinger and thumbing finding her nipples and rolling the erect teats between. The chafing material of the bra added an extra sensation that made the teats expand obscenely at his sure touch, eliciting a deep throaty growl in Beth.

"So there I was in bed with Jo after we'd just finished having...you know," began Matthew, finally breaking his silence.

That in itself was a revelation that caused both girls to gasp in surprise: Jo putting out to a guy? It was some special kind of guy that enjoyed that rarest of accolades. The thought caused Meg sprang up in surprise, causing Matthew's cock to twang back painfully against his belly. Reaching over he moved his hand to her hair and forced it back down on his cock. Meg whimpered at the newfound show of forcefulness as Matthew grew ever bolder and uninhibited. "Oh Matthew, hmmph" she mumbled as his cock slid into her throat and he started to push, stretching her lips.

"Next moment," Matthew continued as he idly fondled Beth's tits and fucked Meg's face, "there were footsteps on the stairs and before we knew it mum was standing in the doorway looking at us in bed together."

"Oh my God!" exhaled Beth.

A muted gurgle came from Meg as she deepthroated her brother's rampant cock.

"What happened next?" implored Beth, pushing her breasts into his hands, willing him to paw and pinch her.

"She looked as mad as hell, but didn't shout or anything, just said how disappointed she was. I didn't know what to say but then Jo claimed it was all her fault and how sorry she was. Mum shook her head said how ashamed of ourselves we should be, more so since we hadn't used any kind of protection."

"You came inside Jo?"

"Yeah," Matthew confirmed, feeling Meg's mouth suction harder and rising to meet it with a thrust.

"Then what happened?" implored Beth, allowing him to uncouple her bra.

Matthew took a moment to allow the b-cup beauties, the nipples a deep chocolate hue. Reaching close he pawed them as Beth purred contentedly. "Mum really strung it out and said that if it WAS Jo's fault she'd have to be punished."

"Punished? Oh my God!"

"Yeah, mum said that all naughty little girls ought to be spanked."

Beth inhaled loudly, loving his hands on her boobs and the thought of Jo being chastised. Finally Meg surfaced for air, her eyes wide and an elongated trail of saliva stretching from her lip to the tip of Matthew's cock. Glancing down, Matthew wouldn't have believed it possible to produce that much spittle, the shaft drenched. Cocksucking, he decided, was his eldest sister's forte. Both girls looked on intently, eyes appealing at him to continue. "So, next moment mum pulled Jo from the bed and placed her across her lap.

"Oh jeez," gasped each girl in unison. "Did Jo just let her?"

"Hmm, not really, she was wriggling a bit. So mum told me to hold her still."

"Wow!"

"And then she gave Jo ten of the best, lifting her hand pretty high and slapping her arse hard."

"Wow, I wonder what that must have felt like," mused Beth beneath her breath, not really intending the others to hear.

"Mmm, maybe you'll find out..." commented the eldest sister, easily lapsing back into the bad Meg of earlier.

Immediately Beth realised her faux pas. An evil grin exchanged between Meg and Matthew, he moved so fast it took Beth completely by surprise. "Matthew, no!" she shrieked as he upended her.

A feisty little thing, like Jo she gave as good as good as got as Matthew tried to wrestle her into position over his lap. It needed assistance from Meg, grabbing her sister's ankles and warning her it would only hurt more if she resisted, to get the little half-caste beauty spread across Matthew's firm knee in readiness.

Witnessing his mother spank Jo's arse earlier that afternoon had turned Matthew on no end unleashed a monster. He relished the prospect of doing the same and Beth was about to become the victim of that perverted desire. Panties tugged down to her calves, skirt smoothed up her back, Beth's peachy brown arse was unveiled. It was crying out to be walloped. "Nooooooo," she squealed, wriggling and writhing in a futile show of resistance.

"You did ask how it felt," Matthew reminded, overcome by the urge to spank his younger sister and sate the longing, raising a firm hand. "Nooooooo," whined Beth, merely adding to his pent-up lust.

"Do it," mouthed Meg, gripping her sister's ankles tightly and clearly as turned on as Matthew. "Spank the filthy little slut!"

Oh fuck, had Matthew ever been more turned on? He never imagined the afternoon just gone could be topped but was being proven wrong. "What are you Beth?" he enquired.

"Nooooooo, I'm nothing," she reiterated, doing her cause no good at all.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Beth screamed, as much in surprise as pain, though her arse cheek did sting like crazy like a cattle prod. Yet soon, however, like a cattle prod the pain abated, particularly when Meg reached over to stroke it soothingly like a good protective sister. Thereafter the pain receded to a numb sensuous tingle.

The moistness between her legs, dabbing at Matthew's lap like a swab, betrayed her totally. Matthew ran a palm up the girl's inner thigh to demonstrate that there was no ill-feeling, and Beth purred, her cunt aching. But Matthew just couldn't contain himself such was the deliciousness of that curved backside. Hand elevating he delivered three more well-aimed smacks to the gorgeous brown butt. Beth squealed, then exhaled, then bit her lip as a dollop of cunt juice seeped out to stain Matthew's thigh. "What are you, Beth?" he repeated.

"Tell him honey," prompted Meg, roles reversed as she patted Beth's maroon arse better.

Beth finally conceded. "I'm a dirty little slut," admitted the highly aroused girl, now grinding her soaked cunt repeatedly into Matthew's lap.

"What happened next with you, mum and Jo?" enquired Meg whose hand had slipped from Beth's bum to down the front of her panties.

"This," Matthew replied with a grin, demonstrating by using Beth as a life model.

Lifting his sister easily and adjusting her slender body so that her knees came to rest either side of his neck, her pussy rubbed at his chest and her face was close to his rock hard cock.

She was in such a precarious position that, if he let her go, she'd slide into the water. Yet she trusted her brother implicitly. Her faith was rewarded as, leaning in, he tongued her gorgeous little snatch once more. Aroused beyond belief, it tasted superb, juicier than in the shop earlier that day. Beth moaned, reaching instinctively for his cock and feeding it into her mouth.

Close by he observed Meg's fingers drumming her pussy, the older girl watching intently as Matthew ate their sister's cunt, whilst imagining her mother doing the same to Jo earlier. "Oh God Matthew, it must have been so hot watching mum and Jo."

"Mmm it was," enthused Matthew between slurps.

As he stopped licking momentarily, backtracking over the hottest parts of what he'd witnessed his mother and sister do, his lips left Beth's pussy momentarily. Feeling empty, her knees tightened at his throat as if to draw him back inside her and she made sure to suck his cock extra hard as an incentive.

"Did Jo lick mum's cunt too?" enquired Beth throatily, knuckles jerking at the crotch of her panties.

"Mmm, yes...SLURP...They were rolling around on the bed locked tightly together in the 69 position...SLURP."

"Oh jeez, yesssssss," Meg moaned, fingers buried deep, teasing her clit.

"Damn, I can't tell this story AND eat you out," Matthew complained, his chin stained with a cocktail of saliva and cunt juice.

"So what you going to do about it?" enquired Beth mischievously, squealing as he lifted her once more.

With Meg's help they positioned Beth's wet pussy entrance against Matthew's cock head, her back to his chest, her legs spread either side of his. She groaned as her brother's rampant manhood pierced its way in, stretching the labia and disappearing into the snug crevice. His hand took a firm grip on her tits as he pushed until finally his whole cock was inside and she rested on his balls. As Matthew embarked on a steady pulsing rhythm, Meg entreated: "What happened next with mum?"

Her voice had reached a soprano as her fingers slid back and forth into her gaping cunt. Matthew smiled warmly at the recollection, very warmly indeed. "When she'd finished with Jo Mum said: Matthew get over here and fuck your mother...fuck me hard."

The words and the implication alone pushed Meg completely over the edge and she came hard on her fingers, staining them. Out of breath, she flopped back. "Let me taste," Matthew commanded.

From her prone position, Meg held up her hand allowing him to suck each finger longingly as his cock continued to pulse inside Beth. Groaning as he spoke, he too became breathless from pumping Beth's cramped cunt. "So I bent mum over the bed and fingered her pussy till it was wet. Then...then I started to fuck her hard from behind," he disclosed, recalling that heavenly half-hour from earlier.

And oh was it heavenly. Hannah's cunt was nothing like he'd envisaged it might be. The slut of her late teens and early twenties, during which she'd given birth to five children from five different fathers in five years, was long gone. In fact, Hannah's thirties had been a barren period as she concentrated on the task of raising four young girls. Consequently, starved of cock she was somewhat tighter than Matthew imagined, her cunt walls gripping tightly as his cock head slotted in. "Oh Matthew, fuck me, fuck your naughty mother," she begged.

Matthew took a deep breath and forced the rest of his cock in with purpose, his mother squealing with delight as it filled her to capacity. Clenching her cunt, she squeezed the thick manhood even tighter like she never wanted to let it out, causing Matthew to grimace. But he was a determined young man, intent on fucking that pussy till she screamed.

Drawing back he heaved a huge breath and drilled in with purpose. Hannah squealed as the fat head nudged her cervix, hands gripping the duvet, drawing it into tightened spirals. In out, in out Matthew drove, their breaths in unison. Hannah couldn't get enough, revelling in her son's forcefulness and the slap of his thighs on her buttocks. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," she enthused.

Feeling left out on the bed, Jo climbed down to squat beneath the copulating pair, gazing up as Matthew's rock hard cock worked tirelessly into the juiciest pink cunt she'd ever seen. Cupping Matthew's balls, Jo stroked and squeezed, at the same time catching on her lips any stray droplets of pussy juice that happened to fall from her mother's dripping cunt. She watched with wide lustful eyes as Matthew drew back with a pop and hesitated, gathering his breath before slamming his cock back into her womb wall and slapping his balls on Hannah's perineum. "Are you going to cum inside mummy?" Jo teased.

There was only one answer to that. With a head-swimming wave of orgasmic pleasure, he pumped his load right up into his mother's womb. The orgasm still throbbing, a second wave quickly followed and a third and fourth in slightly diminishing amounts. To Hannah, however, it felt like she might never stop filling. Drawing back, the moment Matthew receded from her cunt Jo pushed her lips up onto their mother's pussy, tongue swimming in Matthew's seed and slurping like she was sucking milkshake through a straw.

"Oh my God!" cried Meg and Beth in unison, the latter's voice reaching a glass-cracking pitch.

Beth came hard, shaking like a sapling in a storm. As if on cue, another of Matthew's wads fired deep into the tight pussy of his closest relatives, his balls emptying. Unsurprisingly, Beth wasn't treated to the four full loads of earlier, but then again Matthew had fucked Jo and his mother already that day. Nonetheless, Beth wasn't left wanting as the seed warmed her belly. "Thank you, Matthew," she whispered.

Meg smiled too, though she'd yet to feel that gorgeous cock inside her.

Wandering back home a short while later, they enthused about Amy's party and how much fun it was going to be. In fact, there was a great deal of fun to be had before Matthew departed.