Sissy's Corporate Adventures
Chapter 4
When Sissy arrived home, a bit disheveled from trading her body for the
taxi fare, she was greeted by the entire male contingent of the family. There
was grandpa Lucas, drooling and blinking as he rubbed his tented crotch, her
daddy, Luke, with a frown on his stern face and her two younger brothers, Lyle
and Lincoln with their peckers hanging out. The blonde airhead heaved a sigh and
realized that she could no longer neglect her family obligations. She just
wished that her interview with Ms Luxore had been at another time, because she
was plumb tuckered out. Her daddy immediately lit into her.
"It's about time you got home! You're lucky I don't take my belt to you
here and now! Ever since you started working at that place you seem to have
forgotten your family and your duties. You should be ashamed of yourself! Have
you no shame? Your poor momma has been carrying a heavy load in your absence and
she's not as spry as she used to be. One round and she's worn down to the nub,
and that's your fault. When you get done fulfilling our needs, which are
considerable, we intend to chastise you so that you'll think twice before
putting some job in front of your family's needs. Then you're gonna spend some
time apologizing to your momma and cleaning her up with that forked tongue of
yours. Chances are we'll be ready for another helping of that prime pussy you
seem to be reserving for your city friends, instead of your family. Now shuck
off them clothes and prepare for some hard and fast action from all of us.
There's plenty of room downstairs in the playroom. We don't want to be
disturbing your momma's rest while you're taking care of your family duties."
Sissy dutifully led the way down to the large room that the men used for
all sorts of manly activities such as watching football games or porn, shooting
pool, playing darts, and drinking. Ever since she had started growing pubic
hair, not to mention those tweener tits, she had been one of the featured
attractions on their frequent ladies nights. At first she was just a warm-up for
the stars of the show, her older sister, momma and aunt Bessie. Now she was a
solo act and there was no competition since aunt Bessie had run off with that TV
repairman, her sister got married and moved down to the Ozarks, and momma had
started feeling poorly more and more of the time.
The blonde airhead stripped to the skin and began gyrating to the
strains of some brassy music that issued from the big screen TV as it displayed
a number of naked men and women going at it in a variety of creative
configurations. Why the men required this additional stimulation was a great
mystery to Sissy. Even though she was not gifted with more than an average IQ
(some might even argue that point), Sissy still had a working set of eyes. These
told her and anyone else who was sighted, that her body made those jaded, faux
blondes with enhanced hooters look like so many cartoon figures drawn by a
near-sighted artist. In addition Sissy was there in the flesh, a living,
breathing, wet dream walking and talking, well walking mostly. The blonde had to
admit that at times the men folk behaved rather strangely, but she just let it
slide.
First in line for one of her patented lap dances was grandpa Lucas,
seated on the ottoman, staring into Sissy's crotch and all the goodies it
contained. Sissy moved sinuously over to her customer and began rubbing those
private parts that men went crazy over up and down grandpa's face, collecting a
goodly amount of drool as she did. Then she commenced a rocking motion that
brought her pussy into intimate contact with the lower portion of grandpa's
face, capturing even more of that sticky liquid that seemed to perpetually run
from his half open mouth. Now she reached down and grabbed him by the shoulders
and began using him to wipe her pussy clean of what he had been depositing on it
since she had made intimate contact.
The rest of the contingent was sitting back and manipulating their
peckers in prepartion for the docking maneuvers that would soon involve portions
of their anatomy and Sissy's. Now the buxom blonde did a twirl and a bumping
motion that placed her rounded ass only inches from grandpa Lucas. For the first
time since she had arrived in his vicinity he reacted, sticking out his wet
tongue as far as it could go before starting to lick that crevice between those
two marvelously rounded cheeks.
Sissy pushed her tush back and Lucas lapped away happily. Then he
switched to turbo mode which sent a shock through her as the tip of his tongue
hammered away at the entrance to her rectum. This was something new and Sissy
positively beamed as old grandpa tried to wiggle his tongue past her tight
sphincter. She tried moving her bottom up and down to help him loosen her little
starfish up sufficiently that he could worm his way inside her.
All this moving had set her tits into motion and as those twin tweeners
bounced and jounced her audience slavered at the thought of having those
marvelous mammaries rubbing up and down against their faces or even acting as
cushions to keep their hard cocks pointed in the right direction as they moved
to and fro between them.
Try as she could, Sissy was unable to bring grandpa off by using her
body alone. So it was time for more direct action. She knelt down before the old
geezer and fished his rather large cock from his pants. Sissy began applying
enough suction to remove chrome from a car bumper and Lucas began to respond,
his chest moving up and down as he wheezed in rhythm with its movements. Sissy's
fingers began marching up and down the length of his bloated dick, playing it as
if it were a flute.
Grandpa Lucas suddenly let out a groan and his granddaughter's cheeks
began to puff out as an ocean of watery cum flooded her mouth. When it came to
producing that one weekly load of cum, old Lucas was still right up there
despite the consistency of the stuff that now issued from his ancient balls. As
the blonde bimbo swallowed it down, the others burst into cheers and applause;
old grandpa Lucas had once again delivered big time. There was joy once more in
the Slickslit family.
Lyle and Lincoln were a whole different breed of cats, and Sissy steeled
herself for a much more challenging assignment when it came to making her two
sex crazed brothers satisfied. They had arranged themselves so that they were in
separate chairs, facing each other. Their stiff fat cocks jutted from their
crotches like a pair of ICBMs about to be launched. Between them was barely
enough space for a certain buxom, naked blonde to shoehorn herself into with
nothing to spare. Sissy immediately recognized this configuration and made plans
accordingly.
She gave her older brother, Lyle, first crack at her crack in keeping
with his senior status. She swayed and pranced before settling herself down on
his rigid prong, her cunt muscles working away to help swallow this mass of
meat. Meanwhile Lincoln kept himself entertained by cupping her lucious ass
cheeks in the palms of his hands and squeezing them as if they were two large
oranges and he was trying to get juice from them. Soon the two brothers had
coordinated their moves so that they were operating in sync, Lincoln squeezing
for all he was worth as she swallowed his brother's cock and rotated that
fabulous pussy around like she was trying to start a fire with a couple of
sticks and a bow. Then at the moment of lift off, when her hot twat was poised
and ready to make a move up that tower of tumescent tissue, he gave those
jiggling globes a series of swats that sounded like gunshots as she lifted her
magnificent fuck box up to its maximum, now barely making contact, her cunt lips
wrapped tightly around the head of his dick.
After three near-launches, Sissy did one of her patented moves and
somehow got off Lyle and onto Lincoln in one smooth motion. There was a time
when daddy Luke had made a video tape of her exhibiting this move and he had to
slow it down by a factor of ten before it was possible to watch that pussy churn
and spin like some kind of syncopated gyroscope as it made the move from one
meat pole to the other.
It was a truly amazing feat that she might have made her fortune from if
she was so inclined. However taking her clothing off for money was not one of
her favorite activities. It seems that taking her clothing off set certain
unique biological needs into motion in her that always resulted in a meeting of
the groins between her and her opposite number. Thus it was that this special
move remained hidden from public view, although there were rumors concerning its
power and the mystery surrounding its inventor.
Sissy jiggled and bounced, wiggled and flounced; her sweaty body
shedding drops of perspiration on both of her brothers as she worked away on
Lincoln's rod. Lyle, being a tit man from the day of his birth, fastened his
large hands around those fabulous globes and tried to see how far he could
stretch them from their moorings.
Everybody seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves until Lincoln,
being a bit more hair-triggered than his brother, had a premature ignition on
the launch pad. This led to an emergency evacuation of Sissy's revolving gantry.
Lincoln's aborted launch was still a spectacular event as he hosed the air with
a shower of millions upon millions of wiggling, blind tadpoles who were cruelly
deprived of a bracing swim through Sissy's tight birth canal.
Sissy was a bit miffed by this unfortunate development since she had
planned to have the grand finale consist of having her three holes filled to the
brim with Slickslit male members. However like the trouper she was, Sissy
continued with the show, now homing in on her father, Luke, who was all smiles
and stiff dick. Sissy made a few brief passes at his rampant rod, giving it a
lick and a promise that was absolutely volcanic in nature.
She stole a glance in the direction of Lincoln, hoping for a miracle,
but none was forthcoming. So she jumped her daddy's bones with a vengeance that
took him by surprise. His face was mashed between those two pillowy mounds of
tweener perfection that were now doubling as earmuffs. His hard prong was buried
to the hilt in the sweetest, tightest pussy a man could ever have a wet dream
about. As if this wasn't a taste of heaven itself, her fluttering hands were
going through his salt and pepper hair and running down the back of his neck,
causing the hairs on his nape to rise to attention, in an attempt to match that
column of flesh that was now being bathed in her juices flowing like a row of
fountains.
Her daddy's strong hands soon took control of her writhing bare body. He
lifted her from his prong and deposited the blonde bombshell on the floor where
there was enough room for him and his older son to do the deed that would signal
the end of phase one in Sissy's efforts to return to their good graces. The
clueless blonde assumed the position, on all fours, her arms straight to keep
her back properly arched and those long tapering legs parted sufficiently to
allow easy access to both of her winking holes. Lyle scooted down between her
arms and slipped his hard cock up into his sisters hot, wet tunnel of love, as
she sometimes referred to that portion of her insides. He made a few tenatative
moves to check their connection and then waited patiently for his dad to occupy
her dirt road as he sometimes referred to Sissy's asshole and surrounding
environs.
Sissy's eyes crossed as his meat pole began stretching that firm wall of
muscle guarding her rear entry way. It slowly breached her defenses and began
burrowing like some giant mole deeper into her colon. Sissy took a deep breath
and began pushing back against the pressure that was being applied to her
butthole. Daddy grunted and then got comfortable enough to commence sawing away
inside his little girl's bottom.
This set off Lyle and his stiff shaft started doing its thing to her
tight, wet poontang, one of his favorite words when it came to identifying that
glorious grotto to his compatriots. The two sturdy dicks pumped away in unison
bringing Sissy very close to one of those gusher events she often experienced
when things got overwhelming. A half dozen or so strokes later and Sissy was
indeed on the verge of producing a mini-tidal wave. Her partners in lust
realized what was about to happen and they redoubled their efforts, skewering
her as hard and fast as they could.
Sissy's fabulous body shivered, shook and shuddered as the first wave
broke across her quivering form. The men held on for dear life as she produced
still another gusher that jetted from her cunt despite how well filled it was.
Then the men responded in kind, Lyle taking the lead and then Luke adding his
stored up load of wigglers to his darling daughter's lower intestines. It took
the trio some time to calm down sufficiently that they could uncouple and take
stock of the situation. Daddy Luke suggested that while the men folk were
recuperating and preparing for a second close encounter of the intimate kind,
she should take this opportunity to visit her poor mother and make her peace
with this used-up lady.
(To be continued)
