Threesome Chronicles: Sarah Knox

Dad's aura of invincibility vanished as he removed his shirt. Uncle's sly-as-a-fox demeanor gave away his card stacking skills. But it was Dad's turn to deal, and I smelled a nudity not his.

He dealt slowly and deliberately. I emitted the sound of a slight gulp as I picked up my cards, and found myself with three sevens. I put two cards in the reject pile and hoped for the best. I wasn't disappointed. I drew a six and another seven. It was at least a strong hand. Hopefully enough to keep my panties on.

I was beginning to feel a shift in the dynamics of the game. At first, I seemed to be the young sexy babe they were both trying to undress. Now it seemed to be more a matter of bringing Dad to our level of undress. I was believing that, as the dealer, Dad had directed some control over the dealt cards. If so, it couldn't explain the fortunate hand I was holding, except that maybe he was trying to get back at his brother for the shit he lost his shirt over. If this was true, Uncle Bob would be exposing that dick of his to my dad's certain derision.

We all laid our hands down. Mine was strongest, Uncle Bob followed, and Dad had dealt himself pure crapola. Guess my theory was incorrect.

For a moment our nudity was forgotten. Uncle and I let out a whoop and jumped out of our chairs, belly bumping each other as we watched Dad pull off his trousers. I sat down and stared at his crotch package with undivided attention. He thought he was so fucking better with all his clothes on. I was gonna put him in his place but good!

But such thoughts dissipated at the sight before me. The fabric of his gray cotton briefs was stretched thin by the contents within, which were clearly defined by the contours of the cloth, struggling to contain Dad's girth. I thought Uncle Bob was endowed! Dad gave new meaning to him being his 'little' brother. He laughed to see my eyes widen at the sight of it.

"Since it's come to this," he said, "I may as well say that I am the cock of this family!"

The testosterone in the room was palpable, straining to break its bounds. Regardless of the game, there was going to be a fierce round of fucking tonight. My father was, by the minute, transforming into a huge fucking tool. My uncle wasn't far behind, having the full advantage of familiarity with the petite specimen about to be plundered.

I shuffled the deck, realizing that there would be one naked body exposed to the sight of the other two. I was thinking, considering the inevitable reaming outcome of the game, to make it a bit more interesting. I pulled a note pad with the hotel's letterhead out of the nightstand drawer next to the bed. Their eyes followed me to the bed and back. I could almost hear their thoughts.

"Needless to say, the original intent of the game is moot. It's highly likely that regardless of the outcome, we're all gonna be butt naked in the near future."

I let the implications sink in.

"So I suggest we just dispense with the drama and dispense with our panties and briefs. Any objections?"

For seconds no one moved, realizing we were at the point of no return. Finally, my uncle shrugged and pulled down his briefs. I smiled. I had often witnessed his endowment and skill. He was clearly at his maximum, and the tiny spot on my panty crotch was visibly growing.

I looked into my father's eyes. Amoral or not, I was a bit hesitant. He was the same father who changed my diapers, kissed my many childhood booboos, and wiped my ass. He was a good father, always there for me. Now I was a grown woman, able to make my own decisions. Would he accept those decisions, and most importantly, support them? I had decided, watching the video on TV, that two cocks would fill me that night. Whether those cocks were related to me or not, was a matter of chance.

Chapter 3

The final hand.

We gave each other an almost imperceptible supporting nod as we both simultaneously lowered our last and only barriers to our full nakedness... and all that it implied. Everything following that moment expressed the consent that we had accepted the invitation to fuck.

And FUCK! He was magnificent! Projecting almost straight up from his groin, was at least nine inches of the most amazing tool I had yet seen in my small experience of the last two years. There were no panties to further absorb my vaginal flow of prurient excitement. It fucking oozed down my inner thighs.

"Oh, what a difference a half inch makes!" my uncle laughed.

We all sat down to play our final hand.

"So," I started, "it comes to this. We are all naked, and from the looks of things, horny. I'd say we're all winners. Wouldn't you?"

That brought a smile to our faces. I was becoming more confident with each passing second that my mad, hair-brained scheme had a chance. On the TV, the video was now involving a mother teaching her high school daughter how to fuck, with a gracious father providing the learning tool.

"I must say," Dad mused, perusing the video, "you could probably teach your mother a few things."

"Maybe someday I will," I joked.

I held the deck of cards in one hand, and in the other, the note pad.

"This is how the final hand works," I spoke over the shuffles. "We each write down what's gonna happen if we win. High hand wins, five-card maximum draw, and what is on the paper is absolutely binding. Is that ok with everybody here?"

This was a game to be remembered. I knew that I might be opening myself up to some pretty dangerous stuff, like anal, and even double penetration. I knew my uncle and my father were not gonna hold back and be gentle. Their gaming instincts were going for the gold. I was just wondering what glittered in their eyes. I snapped the cards loudly as I dealt. The air crackled with the electricity generated by the moment. After the cards were all dealt, we tossed the antes into the middle of the table.

I was beginning to think that this wasn't a good idea. My fingers were trembling as I picked up my cards. My uncle drew four cards and shook his head, and letting out a long disappointed sigh, folded, leaving my dad and me to settle the game. He drew three cards and a smile broke out on his face, but I'd seen him play before. He was known for his poker face, and I wasn't gonna fall for it. I drew one card, hoping beyond hope that it was what I needed to win.

"I guess this is it, Dad."

He laid out his full house and smiled. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. The three sheets of folded note pad paper determined our immediate future, but would reverberate through our lives. I opened my eyes and met his.

"Sorry, Dad."

I laid out a straight flush.

Chapter 4

Sperm, Sperm, and More Sperm

I opened my ante and read the terms.

"Dad, you're on your back on the bed. Since you're eyes have been fastened to my butt most of the night, I'll sit on that immense pole of yours with my back to you so you can watch and coddle my ass as much as you want. Uncle Bob, stand on the bed in front of me so I can suck you dry. Everybody got that?

Naked male bodies began moving toward the bedroom. I was so horny! My juices could be felt running down my legs.

"Oh yes," I added, following them into the bedroom, "and nobody pulls out for any reason. Is that clear?"

This was MY night. I had won it for myself, and I intended to fuck it to the fullest with two men I greatly admired. When the dust settled, there would be consequences to face, but now I, and two of my close relatives, were driven by pure adulterated lust. Dad lay down. His dick stuck straight up, the veins in it pulsing purple and powerful. I lowered my open, wet cunt onto the cock that two decades earlier had filled my mother's pussy with the same man-cream that was soon to fill mine.

My pussy was burning, feverishly hot. It tightened around the considerable fucking tool that was my father's. I closed my eyes and let the physical sensation of its fullness fill my mind with thoughts more sinful amd sublime than I thought imaginable.

A deepfelt smile possessed my being as I opened my eyes to the near-genetic double of the cock stretching my cunt walls to the maximum. I opened my smiling lips to accept its welcome entrance. My uncle was enormous, even though he didn't wholly attain to my father's stature.

As soon as I took my uncle down my throat, my dad erupted inside of me. I felt a massive pulse of spermblast explode inside my womb... then another, and another, and another. He was incredibly endowed. I reached down and held his balls as they contracted to deliver the immense amount of cum shooting into my pussy.

As the old saying goes - When it rains, it pours... my uncle quickly followed my father's example, and filled my mouth with so many cumblasts that I found it difficult to swallow it all. Much of it dribbled out over my chin and fell to my stomach, where my elevated temperature caused it to melt thin and run down my abdomen to mix with my dad's sperm bubbling out of my overfilled cunt and running down his balls.

Though we had lost track of the action on the TV in the other room, we could still hear sexual groans permeated by a pounding rhythm generated by a male partner humping his girl for all he was worth. In the video background was a typical sleazy soundtrack. I began to sway my hips with the music, pressing my twat against Dad's abdomen, refusing to allow his softening penis a chance to exit its sloppy cum-saturated confines.

I also continued sucking Uncle Bob, never letting his awesome cock leave my mouth. From the initial explosions everything became a fucking, wet, sticky mess. The more I fucked Dad's huge cock, the messier the surrounding area became. The more I sucked Uncle's pecker, the sloppier I became, the whole front of me basted with gagging ropes of saliva and overflowing jizz puddles.

Slowly at first, my body began to percolate in rhythm to the grinding lapdance I was giving my dad. He began to swell again in his girl's cunt, but I could only stretch so far. More sperm began to ooze out between his cock and my pussy. I was thinking if he had another orgasm, there would be no other place to go, but out.

On the other hand, I could certainly swallow another jizzload from my uncle, and I intended to do exactly that. I drifted into a semi-hypnotic dance of fucking and sucking. By then my small frame was beginning to tremble and shake, working up to a state of total surrender of everything proper. The shaking became a violent tremor before I screamed. My guts contracted like Dad's balls, erupting into an orgasm like I've never had.

But most unusual was the intensity of my orgasm. Like most, I had always held back when my body contracted. I mean, nobody wants to surrender themselves entirely to those who might fuck her beyond her ability to control. But I was with my father and uncle. I gave myself entirely over to their control, praying that they'd pull me through without harm.

From my mouth issued a vocabulary I thought I was incapable of, as I screamed a second time. My arms and legs began to jerk and dispel my body's efforts to rein them back in. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, rendering me a sightless, speechless, flailing concatenation of limbs and organs determined to possess my body beyond its ability to function.

Inside, my entire torso began to contract, my muscles exerting themselves to the utmost to squeeze the very life out of me.

"Holy shit!" I shouted. "Fuuuuck me!"

Everything began to happen at once. Uncle Bob held my head steady in his vice-like grip, shooting with a powerful force, a stream of hot cum, hitting the roof of my mouth as I was elongating the word 'fuck' to anyone within hearing distance, which was probably about half the hotel. I couldn't swallow his load, letting him dispel long creamy white ropes of semen onto my face, into my hair, down my back, and onto my dad below. It was immense. It was everywhere. I threw my head back as he emptied the last of his cum onto my chest.

While this was happening it was my turn to explode.

"Oh my fucking God!" I screamed as I lost control, blasting off like a rocket from my dad's pulsing pecker, emptying an unbelievably forceful stream of cum-piss, hosing the bed and everyone in it. I drenched Dad in it, so that when I was finally finished, it left him wet from head to toe. The bed and mattress were soaked, but he continued to hump. If it hadn't been for my uncle holding me up, I would not have been able to continue. I was shaking all over, like a limp, rustling leaf in the wind.

With my uncle holding me balanced on my father's rigid pole, I sat, trembling, while he began to pound my pussy from below. Everything was wet. Everything was sticky. Everything smelt of sex, piss, and the heady aroma of sperm. It saturated my presence, defining my character and moral compass. I was the sex. I was the sperm, as well as its receptacle. I was the cum-piss that our bare bodies wallowed in, and even though I was inundated, I still wanted more. Even though I couldn't hold myself erect, and my uncle was my sole support, I couldn't stop. I had to be filled beyond full with my father's sperm. Sperm, sperm, and more sperm.

Dad kept fucking me, although I had the inherent strength of a child's rag doll. My head was growing dizzy, and I felt that I was slowly losing consciousness. I pulled myself back just long enough to feel Dad's forceful cumblast in my cunt, which was already filled to capacity. The sperm had nowhere to go but out, flowing like white lava over his balls and to the wet bed sheets below.

"Ungh!" he cried as he shot one blast after another into his baby's hot cunt. By the time he had finished, there was a pool of creamy jizz on the damp area below his crotch. I wanted to lick it up. I wanted to massage it into my skin. I wanted to smell like his effluence, his special love offering to his baby girl. Of all the scents of all the men who have ever entered my pussy, Dad's was the prize.

After all was quiet, and everyone was breathing heavily from their exertions, I rose from the bed and walked into the other room where the poker game had taken place. My legs were shaky and barely able to hold me. I plopped my sodden butt down in the chair upon which I had started the poker game what seemed hours ago. My eyes scanned my handiwork on the table... the long slow build up to an intense family threesome. Something was disturbing me though, but I couldn't quite understand what it was.

I looked at the small pieces of note pad papers we had left in the center of the table, and I noticed something odd that caused me to gasp in a sharp intake of breath.

There were FOUR note pad sheets in the kitty!

Chapter Four

Virgin Voyeur

I stared at the poker antes for a minute or two, wondering where the fourth ante had come from. Uncle Bob and Dad had been with me the entire time, so it could not possibly have been from them. I came to the conclusion that there was only one answer to the situation.

Someone else had been here.

I took the fourth note and opened it.

"Mom told me to return Uncle Bob's jacket," it read. "He left it in the restaurant. It's on the couch. Later, Danni."

I sat there stunned and unable to move. So Danni had been there while I was fucking the men in our family. Even if she had only been there for a few seconds, she was sure to have seen more than enough. I shivered off the chill that ran down my spine. How long had she been there? And how much had she actually seen? Had she read my note, or noticed my hand was the winning hand?

I decided to say nothing to my incestuous partners about the note until I had spoken with Danni. For now, I was simply too exhausted to handle any conversation. I walked back into the bedroom to see my uncle in a half daze on the second bed, almost asleep. I gave him a kiss on the forehead and bid him goodbye. Then, opening the bathroom door, called to my father in the shower that I was on my way out.

I pulled on my dress, not bothering to put on my bra or panties, and made my way, still shaky, out to the car. I turned on the radio, but all I could hear was Danni's voice accusing me of gross and sinful misconduct. The drive home was filled with preruns of my first conversation I would have with her when we would first see each other again.

I didn't have to wait long. Driving up to my apartment, I found her car sitting out front. I could not think. I was tired beyond endurance. And now this!

My sister and I had never talked much about sex, I'm sure if we had, it would have been an interesting conversation indeed. But then, sex is one of those things an individual keeps hidden deep, so much so, that the world is often surprised and astounded when any sexual deviation comes to light. I've never cared much for this judgmental world we live in. And now, on the verge of collapse, I was to face my sister's judgment.

I ambled slowly to my door. I had given a copy of the key to Danni, in case she had need of it. Being the reckless type, I feared she would need it if there was ever a fallout at home, but she had managed to make it most of the way through high school without incident. I walked into my apartment living room to see Danni asleep on the sofa. I was very quiet, not desiring to awaken a certain argument. I should have showered, but I used her as an excuse not to. Besides, I wanted for a while longer to be steeped in the scents of the best fuck I had ever had.

I pulled the covers over my head, breathing deeply the pheromone-laden sweat, my pussy cum, and the sperm of my two dearest family members... all filling my nostrils with sweet memories. Slowly I drifted into a drowsy nether-land of sexual reminiscence, but I was soon brought back to the conscious world by a rustle of the sheets behind me. Danni slipped in and pressed against my back. She was as naked as I.

"You smell like... " she paused to finish her sentence.

"Shit?" I finished for her. She laughed.

"No," she countered. "More like... Dad."

"No kidding!" I replied. "How much did you see?"

"I came in just as you climbed onto Dad. I stayed till all of you finished."

"Oh!" I cried. "Danni, I 'm so sorry."

"I couldn't believe what I was seeing. You actually were fucking them both! Why would you do something like that?"

"I'm sorry you had to witness that, Danni. Don't hate me or Dad for what you saw. And please! Don't breathe a word of this to Mom."

Silence descended upon us. My sister was trying to sort everything out in her mind. She was still pressed against me, skin to skin. Her flesh was warm and comforting.

"Sarah?" she questioned with a whisper behind me.

"Yes, Danni?" I questioned in return.

"Does it hurt?"

I smiled a smile I would have suppressed had she seen my face. I was amazed, as reckless as she was, that she was eighteen and still didn't know.

"Only briefly," I explained, trying to be as empathetic and motherly as possible. "Uncle Bob was my first, and it hurt for a few minutes before my soreness converted to numbness, then to an overpowering pleasure. I've never regretted my decision, and whoever you decide to give yourself up to, I'm sure you will treasure the moment."

"Does it always stink this bad?"

I snickered and rolled over facing her. She had a sweet little tom-boy freckled face and huge anime eyes that you could drown in. She inherited Mom's eyes. I inherited Dad's. I moved out when she was fifteen, and the difference those two and a half years made was telling. Her boobs were both bigger and firmer than mine, like two small honeydews, ripe and mouthwatering.

"Nah," I chuckled. "This is definitely a little over the top."

Between questions and answers, the silence of the night intervened. I could see her breasts rise and fall with every breath. It grew quicker as she thought of other questions. Finally it came to a point where her breathing was abnormally rapid, but she was remaining quiet. She must have been struggling with asking it. Whatever it was, I knew it excited her, as her nipples prickled and hardened.