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CHAPTER THREE

In her own bed, Amanda had no such speculations.

Amanda always gave herself a hand-job in the morning, and it never dawned on her not to. She had drawn the sheet down so that she could see her naked body as she stroked and petted herself. She was in no hurry to come. She liked to linger over a leisurely caress, rather than claw herself to a furious orgasm. She rubbed her nipples until they stood up like little rockets ready to blast off, then she started working on her cunt, using only her fingertips, at first doing the preliminary work before she concentrated on coming.

It was just starting to feel very nice when she heard her father go down the hall to the bathroom.

He usually played golf on Saturday mornings, and Amanda supposed he was getting ready to go to the golf club. But a moment later he went back to his bedroom. He hadn't had time to shower and shave. Amanda thought about it and grinned impishly.

She figured that he had gone back to bed for a morning fuck.

The naughty little girl got up and moved to the wall, pressing her ear against it.

She could hear nothing.

In their old house in town, she had always been able to hear the bed groaning under them. She was disappointed. It was fun to finger-fuck herself to the rhythm of her parents' bed. It was the fault of that damned closet, she knew.

She wondered why a closet had been placed between the bedrooms. Then she had another thought. Maybe, from in the closet, she could hear things.

It was worth a try.

She pulled a dressing gown on and moved to the door. She went into the hall and then into the closet. She had only glanced in there, before, and she was surprised when she saw that there was a full-length mirror on both sides of the room. Why on earth would one want two mirrors in a closet?

She looked into one of the mirrors, thinking that it might be nice to gaze at her reflection while she played with her pussy.

There was no reflection.

Amanda might have been a vampire, for all the image she cast on that glass. The girl gasped.

She was looking right through the mirror into her own bedroom. She saw her rumpled bed. Anyone could have been watching her through the glass as she played with herself!

Then she remembered that there was another mirror on the other wall on the side toward her parent's room.

Wildly excited, Amanda turned and looked right through the glass into that bedroom.

Her father was in the bathroom at the moment, brushing his teeth and thinking about the day ahead. Charles enjoyed a game of golf, but there were other things that he enjoyed far more. He would rather sink his prick into a hairy cunt than sink a putt, for instance. This idea had come to him as he was brushing his teeth. It was unexpected. He had intended to shower and shave and then get dressed, but as the toothbrush moved back and forth across his mouth his prick began to rise. Perhaps it had something to do with the back-and-forth rhythm of his hand as he brushed away, as if he were jacking off indirectly.

He took his prick in his hand and eyed it, grinning. It was a large, shapely hunk of cockmeat. Charles was proud of his prick and Laura adored it. The knob was a big, purple, mushroom-shaped slab and the shaft was thick and seamed with dark veins. His balls were bloated.

He tried to recall if he had fucked Laura the night before.

They usually had a fuck or two before they went to sleep, and it seemed strange that he hadn't. But then he remembered that they had had a bit too much brandy after dinner and had fallen asleep before they had a chance to fuck.

No wonder his balls were so full!

It amazed him to realize that he had not emptied his cock since the morning before. Twenty-four hours without coming was a long time for horny Charles. He almost felt a surge of pride at his continence then laughed at the idea.

He gave his prick a slow push-pull.

His fist, rising, rolled the foreskin up against the ledge of his cockhead and, pushing down, caused that knob to flare out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike.

For a moment, Charles wondered if he ought to jerk off. He hadn't masturbated in years not with a wife who had an ever-ready pussy, like Laura. The idea gave him a childish thrill. What a naughty thing for a married man to do, he thought.

He gave his prick another stroke.

But then he thought of Laura's hot pussy, and he decided that it would be a shame to waste a load of jism in the sink.

So Charles went back to the bedroom with his prick sticking out the front of his pajamas and preceding him down the hallway like the prow of a ship.

Laura was still asleep.

Charles took his pajamas off, standing beside the bed. Then he pulled the sheet down so that he could look at her body.

Laura slept naked.

She was on her back, her legs slightly parted. Charles looked at her crotch. Her cunt was moist. He sat down beside her and began to stroke her tits very softly, causing her to stir in her slumber. It was fun touching her while she slept, he thought. He wondered if he could manage to fuck her without waking her up. He doubted it, but he could give it a try. He moved his hand down to her crotch and began to run the tips of his fingers over her clit.

Her clit expanded.

Laura moaned and stirred.

Charles' big prick was standing up like a beacon above his loins, the fat cockknob glowing and starting to throb.

It was quite a sight for Amanda, who was kneeling on the other side of the glass. Her face was right up against it and her hot breath was clouding the surface. She was fascinated. She had never realized that her daddy had such a gigantic prick and she stared at that huge hunk of cockmeat in awe. God, her mother was a lucky woman, Amanda thought. Imagine having that huge prick stuck up your cunt! It was no wonder they fucked a lot.

Amanda hoped that she could find a boyfriend with a cock that big. Or was it too big? Would it fit in her virginal pussy? In her mouth, even? She wasn't sure but she sure would like to have a chance to find out.

She watched her father stroke her mother's cunt.

Laura was still asleep but her pussy was wide awake and wide open. The pink cuntlips had unfurled like the petals of a flower sparkling with dew in the morning sunlight. The slot was flooded with cunt juice and her clit was swollen and throbbing.

Her father was lucky, too, Amanda thought.

It was a splendid pussy, deserving of his big cock.

Amanda cupped her own hot pussy mound in her hand and began to rub herself as she watched.

Laura opened her eyes.

She looked puzzled for a moment, then smiled happily.

"What a lovely way to wake up," she said. She squirmed. Charles continued to stroke her pussy and she reached up to take his cock in her hand. She stroked it, causing the prickhead to expand like a balloon.

"Have you brought me breakfast in bed?" she asked.

She rose up on her elbow and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She sucked lovingly, fairly inhaling the hot cockmeat. Her cheeks hollowed in and her lips turned outwards.

Charles moaned. If she wanted to suck cock instead of fucking, it was all right with him.

He knew that Laura often liked to drink some cum first thing in the morning and he was always pleased to supply it.

But he had done too good a job on her cunt this morning.

His fondling had set her crotch alight and, as much as she enjoyed a tasty mouthful of cockmeat and a creamy drink of jism, Laura decided that she had better get fucked.

She slurped away, merrily for a few moments, then drew her lips from his prick and lay back.

Charles raised his eyebrows.

"I'll suck you off later, darling," she promised. "I really do need a cuntful, at the moment."

And that was no hardship for Charles. Amanda was slightly disappointed when she saw her mother remove her mouth from her father's prick. The girl had been wildly excited by the sight and would have dearly loved to watch him shoot a load of spunk into her mouth. But she guessed it would be every bit as thrilling to watch them fuck and now that she had discovered the magic mirrors, she knew that she would have plenty of time to watch them run through all the variations of love and lust.

She had to keep those mirrors secret.

She rubbed her swampy cunt and her breath steamed the glass as she knelt there, intrigued.

Charles bent down and began to suck his wife's tits, pulling up the stiff nipples with his lips and running his tongue fluidly around the tit mounds and up the cleavage. She cradled his face in her hands and arched her slender back, thrusting her tits up to him. His hand was still on her crotch and he slowly slid two fingers up her pussy, his wrist tilting as he finger-fucked her. His thumb massaged her clit. His prick stood out above her belly, quivering. The tip was slippery now as the precum juice began to seep out.

Laura opened her legs wide.

Charles moved between them.

His prick nudged into her crotch. He didn't enter her immediately, just held his cockhead against her open cunt slot. His lips moved up to hers and they kissed passionately. Laura reached down and cupped his balls in her hand, stroking and squeezing gently while he rubbed his prick knob around in her pussy slot and against her cunt. It was driving her wild. She began to thrash about beneath him and her pussy was working like a vacuum pump, trying to suck his prick in.

Charles fed her an inch.

"Oh!" she moaned. "Oooooh!"

He pushed the cockhead in and paused. Her cunt lips clamped around his stalk, pulling, wanting more. His prickshaft stood out like a big, meaty bolt between his balls and her cunt.

"More," she moaned. "Give me more, Charles!"

He pushed another inch up her fuck-hole.

"All of it!" she wailed. "I want all of your prick buried up my cunt, darling!"

Charles gave it to her, slowly, slipping the cockmeat in inch by inch as her cunt sucked on him and her hips rotated and squirmed. Then he was buried to the hilt. His balls were jammed against her crotch and every inch of his long, thick cock was filling her to the brim. Her cunt tightened around him, the soft, wet pussy walls molding themselves to the contours of his cock, gripping and clutching and sucking. She worked her muscles. They tightened in a series of rings that ran up his cockshaft from the root to the bloated head.

He held that full deep penetration for a few moments, enjoying the sensation of having every inch of his prick bedded in her hot cuntflesh and letting her savor the thrill of being stuffed full of hard, throbbing cockmeat. She began to tremble violently. Then he began to fuck her with vigor, drawing out until only his prickknob was up her pussy, then running the whole big cockrod in. He put the prick to her slowly, with underslung strokes, and she met him with equal effort, pushing her cunt up as his cock slid in and grinding her hips as he pulled out.

His hands slid under her ass, cupping her and lifting her loins higher as he plowed in.

Laura threw her thighs around his flanks and hooked her heels behind his knees, riding him from below.

They pounded wildly away, moving faster and faster.