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I Lick Lucy
by Crazy as hell


My stepsister Lucy has the face of an angel, the body of a pornstar and is a five carat bitch! The fact that at 19 she's a year older than me seemed to think it gave her the right to boss me around.

It was "Tony do this", "Tony fetch that". If it weren't for the fact that my dad asked me to be especially nice to her because she still hadn't got over the death of her own father in a car crash two years ago, I would have dealt to the tart!

Dad - he's 48 and a high-profile criminal defense lawyer - married Lucy's mom Linda, a highly desirable ex-lingerie model, a year ago and they'd moved into our luxury mansion on the outskirts of Dallas. Lucy seemed to think she owned it.

I guess it would never have happened had it not been for my teenage randyness. One hot summer afternoon, I'd been lying by the pool in a little thong, Dad was out of town on some big trial, mom had gone shopping and Lucy told me she was "taking a siesta, so don't fuckin' disturb me".

When I thought the coast was clear, I snuck into the house and crept into my parents' bedroom. In the corner of the spacious room was a large hamper and in it I found what I'd been looking for - Linda's panties!

At 40-years-old, Linda was still an extremely attractive brunette, although her breasts - about 38-inchers, I guessed - were starting a slight sag southwards. I'd seen pictures of her on the internet in her glory days, modelling racy lingerie - what a stunner. And Lucy had inherited her looks - and her body!

Delving into the hamper I soon found what I was looking for - a pair of black, shiny satin panties and a lovely red thong, a new addition to her sexy underwear collection, I guessed. I sniffed the thong, then checked the panties.

I decided on the thong for my face - it was much more aromatic, and the panties for my cock. Slipping off my own thong, I stood in front of the full length mirror by the dressing table and admired myself.

While not a fitness buff like dad, I still had a well muscled frame and although my prick was only seven inches when fully aroused, I was proud of it. The thong went over my face, gusset properly positioned, and the panties over my uncut cock.

I was just starting to enjoy myself, loving the perfume from the thong and the slippery feel from the panties, when I heard a car driving into the garage. In a flash, the panties and thong were back in the hamper, my thong was back on and I darted downstairs and leapt into the pool. Phew!

I'd been doing lengths for some time, when Linda walked out onto the deck at the back of the house. She was wearing tight jean cut-offs which displayed her lovely long legs, and a little halter top, which showed her fully-breasted boobs to great effect.

"Hi, Tony," she smiled down at me, as I trod water. "Would you mind popping upstairs and coming to my study - I've something I want you to see." As casually as I could, in view of the fact I'd earlier been sniffing her panties, I towelled down and went up to her study, which was a crowded room, adjoining my parents' bedroom. There, to my surprise, was not only Linda but also Lucy, looking like a cat who's just caught the canary. She was wearing a tiny bright red bikini, so I was pleased I'd got the beach towel wrapped firmly around my middle!

Linda was seated at her computer screen and I saw her zip drive was attached to a digital camera, which looked like Lucy's. The first dawning that something was up came to me. "Have a look at this, Tony," said my stepmom, settling back comfortably into her leather chair.

She pressed a button and up on the screen came a picture of something that was very fresh in my memory. There I was, in all my naked glory, thong on face, panties on cock. "Rather a nice picture, don't you think?" Linda asked, sweetly. "Taken by Lucy here from my walk-in wardrobe. It's rather good of my panties and your thong looks lovely, Lucy." Lucy snickered, revelling in my discomfort.

"Tell me, Tony," Linda asked, as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, "which did you prefer - my panties, or Lucy's thong?" I gulped, then stammered: "Er, er, gosh, er, they're both lovely, mom." Linda laughed. "Well, since you can't make up your mind, we'll have to give you a taste test with the real thing."

"A taste test?" I cried, hardly believing my ears. "Yup," said Linda, "a taste test. After all, if you're going to be our tongue slave, it's only fair that you find out which pussy you prefer!"

My mind was in a maelstrom. "Er, mom," I began, "look, I'm terribly sorry, it was a mistake, a once-off aberration, it will never happen again - honest!" Linda eyed me, all sweetness gone. "Don't fucking lie to me, Tony," she snapped. "You may be able to lie to that all-trusting father of yours, but don't insult my intelligence."

With a curt "Look!" Linda pressed another button. Up came a picture of me in her bedroom, naked, stroking my cock with a pair of red panties on my face. Another click: a little black g-string clung to my face, a thong on my cock. "Want any more from my collection, you miserable little wanker?" my stepmom demanded. I hung my head. "No, mom," I whispered. "Lucy," said Linda, as she closed down the computer. "Get on the bed and we'll see if he's as good with his tongue as he is with his fist." Lucy skipped from the study into the bedroom. Linda then reached out and ripped the towel from my middle. A tell-tale bulge in my still wet thong betrayed my emotions.

"They're damp, darling," said my stepmother, now back to her "sweet" self. "Take 'em off!" I obeyed, to reveal my stiff prick. Linda ignored it. "Get into the bedroom!" I walked in, horribly aware that Lucy would now be seeing my stiffy - still, I guess she'd photographed it often enough for it to make no difference, the bitch!

Lucy was lying back on her mom's bed, pillows piled behind her back. She had removed her bikini bottom and her gorgeously tanned thighs were splayed wide, providing an unhindered view of her shaved snatch, its pink pussy lips gleaming.

"OK, tongue slave," snapped my stepsister, "show me how good you are!" I climbed onto the bed, dimly aware that behind me, Linda had slipped out of her jean cut-offs and halter top. I glanced to see she was topless, her heavy breasts sagging somewhat but still oh so suckable. On her middle was a tiny little pink g-string, which was so sheer it revealed her piss flaps pressed against the material.

As I lowered my face to her daughter's minge, I was vaguely aware that Linda was aiming Lucy's digital camera at the scene so not only had my wanking humiliation been caught on film, soon my pussy adoration would be, too. But then the fantastic aroma of Lucy's crotch invaded my senses and obliterated all other thoughts. I began to work with my tongue.

CHAPTER 2:

Lucy had fleshy pussy lips, and her cunt was wet. I worked my way around her crevices, trying to perform an erotic and satisfying mouth job on her sweet snatch, but Lucy was in no mood for slow seduction.

Grabbing my long still damp hair, she snapped: "Oh for fuck's sake, Tony, get on with it, I don't want you slobbering down there all fucking afternoon!" Linda chided: "Language, Lucy, language" but I could tell she was busily snapping the scene.

I transferred my sole attention to my stepsister's clitoris, licking and laving there until I knew I had her undivided attention. Soon she was panting, then moaning and finally - with a grunt - Lucy announced: "About fucking time, tongue slave!" So much for thanks for a job well done!

Linda placed the camera on the bedside table and climbed onto the bed. "Righto, Lucy, you can go and do whatever you want to do - but first, fetch me a beer from the fridge, there's a pet," she said, "I'm so thirsty I could drink the Dallas Cowboys under the table."

As Lucy departed, after pulling her bikini bottom back on, I was presented with another pussy to worship. Linda lay back on the propped up pillows, hunched up and pulled the g-string from her minge. I noted that her pussy was free of hair save for a wisp of light brown thatch at her mons. Her piss flaps were full and lush, larger than Lucy's. Her sex juices gave off an aroma that was giddying in its deliciousness.

As I lowered my mouth to Linda's quim, she stroked my head and spoke softly: "I'm not as impatient as my dear daughter, Tony, so you can take your time. I'm going to quite enjoy you down there all afternoon, if necessary." I inhaled deeply and plunged into my task. My first foray was to press my tongue against her lovely brown puckered anus, which I worshipped for a minute or so before transferring my attentions to her sopping wet cunt. Next I laved up one side of her outer labia lips, then down the other before driving my tongue along the central groove of her sex and alighting on her clit.

As I reached that sweet little bud, Linda placed a hand on my head and stroked it. "That's so nice, Tony," she whispered. "When I put my hand on your head it means carry on at that spot. When I take it away, move on."

I pulled back and spoke: "Yes, mom, I understand." Linda hushed me. "Shh, Tony, your task is to worship, not to speak, get back to work." I dived back to her clitoris and then continued my slow journey all over her secret parts.

When Lucy walked in with a foaming glass of Becks - my dad's favorite beer - Linda accepted it, took a sip and told her daughter: "A few shots for the record, darling, then you can go do whatever you want." Lucy obliged, capturing my premiere performance at her mother's minge, before leaving.

My tongue was now at her cunt, and Linda placed a hand on my head. I worshipped the dripping orifice and then she whispered: "Flat tongue my clit now, darling!" It wasn't a request, it was a command and I obeyed it. Then Linda was graunching and grinding against my mouth as she stormed to her climax.

I pulled away from her sweet-smelling snatch, and Linda looked down at my sweat and juice-stained face. "Not bad, Tony, not bad at all," she smiled. "You'll do. Now a couple of things - any trouble from you and your father gets presented with the evidence. That would make him very, very cross, wouldn't it?" I nodded. "And you don't want to make him very, very cross, do you?" I nodded again. "Fine," said Linda, swinging her lovely long legs from the bed and pulling her g-string back on. "The call of 'tongue slave' from either me or Lucy means you drop whatever you're doing and get to us on the double. Got it?" I indeed had "got it".

"What if you both call at the same time, mom," I inquired, a question I now realise was impertinent. But Linda didn't take exception to it. With a laugh she answered: "Moms take precedence over sisters, Tony!"

And that was the start of my oral servitude to my stepmom and stepsister, although I wasn't pressed back into service again until late that night. I must have fallen asleep and when I came to I thought it was a phone ringing.

Then, through my stirring senses, I heard Lucy call "Tongue slave! Tongue fuckin' slave!" I dragged myself naked from my bed into her bedroom. It was almost midnight, the sheets were pulled back, Lucy was wearing a see-through teddy and no knickers. She was splayed for my task.

I gave her a quick tongue job and after my exertions her only comment had been "Now fuck off!" Just as I was climbing back into bed, I heard a much softer voice. "Tongue slave? Calling tongue slave!" I went to Linda's bedroom and serviced her.

So it went on, for several days, Lucy the five-carat bitch using me to appease her sex drive, Linda being far more pleasant in her demands, although both pussies gave me aching jaws some days.

Finally, father returned from his court case. But even though he was back, my trials at the two demanding pussies was not over. Whenever he was at his office, I was at the beck and call of Lucy and her mother. I decided it was time to tell dad.

CHAPTER 3:

It was a Saturday morning and Linda and Lucy dressed up in their mall shopping gear. Linda leaned over and pecked my father on the cheek. "See you Tom, Lucy and I are off to shop at the mall, I need some fresh lingerie." Linda stared at me.

Lucy gaily announced: "And I need some new thongs." Then she, too, stared at me. Dad grunted, and put down the sports section. The sound of their car faded into the heat of the Dallas morning and dad eyed me: "Get in my office, I want to talk to you - now!"

I trudged sullenly upstairs and walked through the bedroom to the study next door. There sat my dad, at the scene of my earlier humiliation before Linda and Lucy. Dad had switched the computer on. He punched a button and demanded: "What the fuck's this?"

There was the evidence of my masturbatory games with Linda and Lucy's lingerie. There, also, were several pictures of me servicing the pair as a tongue slave. In some I was lying on my chest at work, in others I was flat on my back as they face sat me.

I gabbled out my explanation to dad, how I had been caught and rather than allow Linda to inform on me had capitulated to their sex demands. "Why the fuck did you do that, son?" dad asked. "You were caught panty sniffing. Nothing wrong with that.

"Males throughout this fair land enjoy smelling lady's lingerie - as long as it's sexy lingerie and as long as it smells good. It's one of the nation's national pasttimes, below football and baseball, sure, but a helluva long way ahead of golf!"

Dad eyed me disgustedly. "Know what you are son?" I shook my head. "You're fuckin' pussy whipped, that's what you are. They're pussy whipping you, boy!" I looked at the floor. Then dad stood and put his arm around my shoulders: "Leave it to me. Get to your room boy and wait for my call."

I scampered away and read magazines for an hour or two. Finally, mom and Lucy returned home. On entering the house I heard my father roar: "You two get up here!" I had never him bellow like it, not even in a trying court case.

I heard Linda and her daughter pass my door, then enter the bedroom. The door slammed shut and I heard my father shouting, but I couldn't make out the words. Finally there was quiet. About 20 minutes after the pair had entered the bedroom, there was a tap on my door. I opened it. Standing there was my father, naked, his uncircumcised cock standing to stiff attention.

"Shorts off son and follow me!" he ordered. I stripped and walked behind him to the bedroom. When he stood back so I could enter first, the scene was an eye opener.

On the huge double bed were Linda and Lucy. Both were naked. Both were tied to the bed, Linda on the left as I looked at it. Her right wrist and right ankle were strapped to the bed with shiny black stockings. Lucy's left wrist and ankle were similarly bound.

At the head of the bed, Linda's left wrist was bound by a stocking to Lucy's right wrist. At the foot of the bed, Lucy's right ankle was bound to her mother's left. My father had tied an extra stocking to those bonds in the middle of the bed, thus keeping the women's arms and legs flat down on the mattress. As I surveyed the bondage scene my penis rose to full erection. They were a mouth-watering sight.

Pop shut the door behind him and walked to the foot of the bed. "Right, Tony," he instructed, "you take your stepmom, I'll take the teeny." And with that he knelt on the bed, cock stiff. I did the same on Linda's side of the bed and placed my hard-on at her pussy lips.

"No boy," said my father, "first give her a lick, get her aroused - but only do it as long as you want, not as long as she wants!" I lowered my mouth to Linda's by now very familiar pussy and started licking, aware that to my side, my dad was doing the same to Lucy.

"Now lick her titties - she likes that," said dad, as he rose from Lucy's snatch to lick and kiss at the 19-year-old's large brown breasts, with the white bikini lines down the centers of the globes. I did the same to mom. Linda's breasts were full and heavy, her nipples standing erect, their large areolae gleaming with perspiration.

"Next it's cocks to cunts, boy," announced my dad, hoisting himself to place his cock at Lucy's cunt. For the first time, my stiff cock head lay on Linda's weeping vagina. "And enter!" cried dad. We both thrust up our respective targets, and I felt the tightness of Linda's cunt dragging my foreskin back to the hood as I drove up her.


As I fucked her, I noticed that Linda was giving me a faint smile, then she planted a lingering kiss on my mouth. Dad and Lucy were also smooching as they fucked. "Fuck me," Linda whispered in my ear, and no sooner had I increased the pace than I heard her daughter cry out: "Fuck me, daddy!"

But daddy was in charge and he let Lucy and Linda know it. "Time for a tit fuck, son," he instructed, and we both pulled our pussy-glistening stiffies from the women's cunts and placed them between their lovely breasts mounds. "And now their mouths, boy," he ordered, placing his cock circumcised by the tightness of Lucy's sex passage to the girl's mouth. She licked and sucked at it avidly. Linda was no less keen to take my seven-inches, although she didn't deep throat me, porno-style, but simply fellated the upper three inches or so of my cock.

Finally, I could stand it no longer and I exploded into the lovely Linda's mouth, one, two, three blasts of semen. Pop came too, only a minute or so later.

We both lay back on the side of our respective fucks and when we had recovered, dad - ever the lawyer - lay down the law. "Right, you two tarts," he drawled, "now listen up. From now on there's no more 'tongue slave' shit for the boy here.

"From now on it's Sex Slut No 1 - that's you Linda, because you are old enough to know better - and Sex Slut No 2, that's you, Lucy. Me and Tony call out those four little words and the number that's called comes running."

He paused dramatically, just as he did before making a telling point to a jury. "Do I hear any arguments?" Linda smiled: "No, darlin', none at all." Lucy nodded: "No, daddy." Daddy smiled: "Great. And around the house you either go naked, or you wear sexy lingerie - after all, that's what got the boy into trouble, ain't it?" Both women nodded.

After dinner that evening, pop ordered Linda and Lucy to put on a demonstration of lap dancing for us - we'd all been drinking, the women wines, pop and me beer. Then, with an exaggerated yawn, pop said: "I'm off to bed. Sex Slut No 1!" Linda smiled and stood to leave with him in her lap dancing g-string and quarter-cup bra.

I looked across at Lucy and smiled: "I'm off to bed too, Lucy, night." The teenager looked a trifle relived, I thought, or I may have been dreaming.

I climbed into bed and checked my watch. It was half an hour to midnight. I lay and quietly stroked myself. Just before my bedside clocked ticked over from 11.59 to midnight, I called out: "Sex Slut No 2!"

The door to my bedroom opened within a minute. Lucy stood by the side of the bed, a black PVC open-breasted bra thrusting her lovely young boobs high. At her crotch gleamed a black PVC crotchless thong.

Lucy climbed in beside me and I ran my hand over her crotch. It was, as my father would have put it, "moister'n the Mississippi".

I lay on top of her, pressing my rigid cock into her cunt, and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks for taking the pictures, Lucy!"

She smiled wickedly. "Tony, it was my pleasure!"

The bitch!
5 comments

READERReport 

2008-10-11 00:05:18
Very well put I for one want more of the same Continue please

Anonymous readerReport 

2008-10-09 14:34:14
I don't want Sara Palin to be Vice-President, but I sure would love to fuck the bitch!

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2008-10-07 10:35:05
great story, i like the reversal

Anonymous readerReport 

2008-10-06 14:26:35
Stunningly clever title. Text to match!

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2008-10-02 21:14:19
Nice!!!

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