Valedictorian Pussy

Rita Pearson was born the same day as you and Janie. She was also the presumptive valedictorian for Janie's class, and was a very moral and upstanding person. She wasn't too attractive, with a bit of a mousy face, but her body, under frumpy sweaters even in the Arizona heat, more than made up for this.

"Rita," you said, holding your topless sister's hand as you dragged her with you, "give us a ride to your house. I want to fuck you."

"Okay," she said, "but school is still..." you **** a kiss onto her, and she reciprocated, proving that she was born earlier in the day some 18 years ago and change.

"I'll have to make a phone call..." she said, her voice husky after what may have been her first kiss. She pulled out her phone as she began texting while making your way to her car. An old station wagon, there was ample room in the backseat for all sorts of activity. "Janie, you drive," you ordered, and she seemed to comply.

You dragged Rita into the backseat, but she gladly followed your every move. "Let's get you naked!" you said, still in the parking lot as she began to disrobe. Her sweater lay on the floor as you slipped her melons out of their melon cages, as she was still unhooking her bra. Your hands fondled her breasts before slipping down further, to her jeans.

"Oh right," she said, before turning and pulling off her pants and panties in one go. She was surprisingly well-groomed down there, as methodical with her hygiene as she was with her schoolwork. "I'm glad you like it," she said, awkwardly as you inspected her vagina with your eyes and then hands. She was highly stimulated by the unusual obtrusion. "Baby, you ain't seen nothing yet," you say, as you slip off your own pants, exposing your erect penis. Her eyes, magnified under thick glasses, lit up in excitement.

Side-by-side, unencumbered by seatbelts or any concern for safety, you two began to slowly work towards a fuck. "Where to?" asked Janie, smiling as she glanced towards the activities in the back. "To the left..." said Rita, as you pinched her left labia. "I mean, to the right..." Your sister did a crude u-turn, as you prepared to push forward.

A speedbump took care of that action, as you found yourself breaking through Rita's barrier thanks to barriers on the roadway. She winced and looked down. "It's all uphill from here," you say, as the car ascends towards the Pearson home on the top of the hill. You pull in the driveway and continue your fuck, as Janie turns around and watches gleefully.

The virgin-no-more is holding onto the railing as you push into her, joyous at the opportunity to finally fuck some sense into the overachiever. "Fudge," she moans. "Shikes". You weren't sure if she understood profanity, or just made up her own.

A tapping on the window alluded to another presence, however, as you continued your palpitations, Rita's mother waved at you to get your attention. You continued to fuck, listening in as Janie talked. "Hi, Mrs. P. No, John is just fucking your daughter right now. I guess he wanted to fuck her at her house. Your guess is as good as mine."

Rita's high-pitched squealing drowned out the rest of the conversation, and you soon erupted into the poor girl, making a mess of her backseat. She was sweating, and panting, and you just grabbed her clothes and exited the vehicle. Walking around to the impeccably cut grass, where you could walk barefoot without any issue, you stood face-to-face with Mrs. P. "Hello," she said, smiling, as you reached out and began groping her breast. "Oh my." Your cock started to twitch miraculously, even though it was still covered in wet fluids of all varieties. You kissed her and she reached for it, having trouble maintaining a grip with her daughter's juices slathered on. Janie arrived and you waved her in, away from the arid heat.

The house was large, much larger than the station wagon implied. It was almost a castle in construction, haphazard brickwork comprising the outside for a rustic style only affordable for the wealthier elite. Rita's father was some executive at a superchurch or something. Not a preacher, but a man of god, at least financially speaking. Her mother was a fixture on the City Council, as the town clerk, and President of the school board, and everyone knew her very well. And now you were about to know her biblically, as you pushed her onto a chaise longue. "She should be in school," said the old woman, between makeout sessions. "I don't give a fuck," you replied.

An article of clothing littered the floor every step from the doorway to the reclining sofa, as you peeled off her last bit of protection, of resistance to your presence. She looked at you in joy, and you took her whole figure in. Leaving much to be desired, compared to some of your recent older fucks, like your mother or Mrs. Johansson, Mrs. P had more cushion for the pushin', and you frowned a little at her unexpected weight. You knew she was fat, but she always wore long pants and clothing that kept it to the imagination.

But that was of no concern. Your cock was still ready, willing, and able. But she wasn't. Reaching into her deep pussy, you frowned to find it as arid as the desert outside. "Do you want to fuck?" you asked.

"Yes... sorry!" she began masturbating as you backed away. You watched this unappealing older woman trying to please herself, to please you, and decided to shift gears. "Janie," you yelled to your sister who stood in wait nearby. "Warm Mrs. P for me."

Since Janie was a secret lesbian, she would hopefully be better at that task than the woman's once-virgin daughter. You watched as your twin sister removed the last of her clothing, and positioned herself awkwardly in the older woman's lap, eating her out with a surprising amount of zeal, even though you imagined the taste was less than stellar.

As you stood there, you rubbed your cock slowly, before Rita attempted to take over that portion, and looked at Janie's cunt. Her legs had spread, she was clearly wet, and inviting. You removed Rita's hand and approached the duet. Without anymore ado, you placed your cock at your sister's entrance and pushed.

"Ohhh!" you heard a moan that must've echoed inside of Mrs. Pearson, as you rammed again into your sister. She probably hadn't had anything other than a dildo inside, but that dildo was enough to loosen her up so there wasn't a(nother) horror show going on downstairs. You kept fucking into Janie as she kept eating out Mrs. Pearson. "Fuck" you said, as you felt ready to spurt again, but could hold back somehow. You looked over at this woman's only daughter and must've made a strange face, as she backed up instinctively for a second before composing herself.

"We should complete the circuit," you said, to Rita's widening understanding. She approached the head of the sofa and hovered her vagina over her mother's face. Mrs. Pearson - Violet - got the message and began to eat out her own daughter. You then grabbed Rita and began to make out with her, transferring sexual energy, perhaps literally since that's a thing now, around the loop.

You don't know who came first, as everyone had their mouths full, but it cascaded around pretty quickly as you came into your sister, and then came again. And again. Four times, you soaked her insides, and you just kept cumming without a refractive period. "What the fuck?" you thought, as you **** yourself out of the circle, and your cock continued to spasm cum all over the floor and couch. You backed up, as they all got out of their haze and watched you continue to cum. Violet attempted to suck your cock, but you pushed her away. Thankfully, it went limp after the eighth or ninth spasm.

"Jesus," you said, looking at your flaccid dick and the mess it made.

"You sure did cum alot, John," said Janie, scooping up almost a handful from her own pussy. "Is this common?"

Violet shook her head. "He must be a very special boy."

You were feeling light-headed, perhaps a little dehydrated, and stumbled into the palatial kitchen. "Hi," said an older man, Rita's father, who you promptly ignored, grabbing a soda from the fridge. "Did you have a good time with my wife and little girl?" he asked, with somehow no malice in his voice. You stared at him. "I took your daughter's virginity."

He nodded. "It's a shame, really. But I guess you really wanted to. No father wants to see their daughter grow up, but it's great that she's a woman now, ready for the world." He drank a cup of coffee as you sat across from him. "I fucked your wife," you said, spreading the truth a little.

"Mi casa es su casa. Mi esposa es su esposa."

You take another drink and Janie comes bounding, au naturel, into the room. "Hey, Mr. P, can I use your shower. I'm a bit of a mess," she says, sticking her tongue out which is covered in who knows juices. He nods subtly, and you wonder why she even asked, but she leaves you two alone again.

Your phone is gone, and you're not even sure of the time. You exit out the front door, waving to an older wealthy neighbor, as you reach for the station wagon. It's locked, but Mrs. Pearson unlocks it from the front room, and you find your pants inside. Your mom has sent you a sext message, asking you when you'd finish fucking Janie and sending you some shots of her eating out Caitlin and Dana. You smile and scroll further down. Private number. Unknown number. Private. Unavailable. And a plethora of out of state calls are missed. You frown and call one, but as you listen to the ringtone...

One cop, two cop, red cop, blue cop. You stand in dumb silence as a whole squad comes barreling into the rich neighborhood and exit their vehicles, guns pointed straight at you. "Mr. Doe... you're under arrest! Drop the phone and approach us slowly with your hands above your head," shouts the lead officer. A male officer. They're all men. Shit.