Luke and Lana's apartment

Wendell knelt on the floor and sucked Luke's cock in slow, even strokes from inside his sister, Lana. Lana was a sculpted, tan, blonde young woman who bore all the usual refinements that a wealthy, young woman overly concerned with her looks might purchase: her hair was dyed to capture a perfect blonde color that contrasted her tan; her nose had been sculpted to a tiny profile: her cheeks had been filled to get a rounder look; her lips were thickened and full; and her breasts had been raised and expanded by implants for a nicer bust. Wendell had improved on his technique, by using his hand to both stroke Lane's shaft, and stop him from going too deep and gagging himself.

Looking up, Lane's body was similarly enhanced. He had tight, pumped up muscles on a ligtly bronzed body. His body fat was low and he was totally shaved. This had the effect of showing off abs that made a nice trail leading right to his cock. Atop this sculpted physique, sat his only unusual feature: Stacy's head poking out from his shoulders and his own face was hanging down empty. She was standing in front of a mirror in Lane's bedroom and flexing Lane's inflated pecs and biceps while Wendell sucked.

"Hmm..." Stacy started, "he feels...tight. Like's he about to pop a blood vessel or something. Maybe it's the steroids."

The apartment was immaculate. When Wendell had first gone in through the door, he thought he'd stepped into a display or a catalogue. The place was picture perfect. The furniture was plush, the floors polished hardwood, every bit of decor matched, and all the appliances were brand new. The single largest tv Wendell had ever seen took up a corner of the living room, along with speakers placed all about. He had wanted to go about and look in every cabinet and drawer and see if they too were perfect, but Stacy had wanted to get down to business.

"Their mom is going to freak when she sees this," Stacy said. "Maybe she'll disown them outright. Cut off all their money. Speaking of which," She gave Wendell's cheek a few playful taps pushing him off her cock. "It's time to call the old bitch. No more sucking. For now anyway. I want to try everything before this body is out of loads." She reached up with Lane's powerful hands and stretched his face back up over her own. Luke's actual head was a blonde, square-jawed, masterpiece of German, idealized beauty, most likely artificial like his sister's. The two actually bore a resemblance despite the cosmetic enhancements, something in the eyes perhaps.

Stacy moved away and walked over to a cordless phone on Lane's nightstand, which of course was also new and expensive. Wendell stayed kneeling on the floor. Lane's hand actually made the reciever look quite small when Stacy picked it up, and then she motioned to the kneeling Wendell. "My jacket, the number." She looked at Lane's reflection as she waited for Wendell. "God, this guy's too big. I think it actually makes his cock look a bit small."

Didn't feel that small.

Wendell returned with a torn strip of loose leaf paper from Stacy's jacket. Lana's melon tits wobbled and bounced as he walked. Without a word Wendell handed over the number and Stacy dialed. Stacy held the phone to her ear and it started ringing. She turned her back to the bed, and sat on the edge while Wendell waited beside. She leaned back as the ringing continued, and made motion for Wendell to get down between her legs. "Use her tits," she said, pulling the reciever away from Lane's face for just a brief moment.

Wendell knelt down between Lane's knees and pushed Lana's tits together, forming a deep cleavage and he did his best to spit on it. Then he started trying to rub Lane's cock between them, but it just kept slipping about. Someone answered the phone. "Yes. This is Lane Reich, put my mom on. Fuck no I don't want to wait. Whatever. Just tell her it's a fucking emergency." An annoyed Stacy then pushed apart Wendell's hands, pushed Lane's cock inbetween Lana's tits and then positioned Wendell's hands properly, while she waited. She gave a couple short instructional pumps, then left Wendell to work Lane's cock between the tits.

"Yeah? It's a fucking emergency mom," Lane's voice was gruff and manly but a clear bit of Stacy was there each time she said "fuck" or some variation. "Sorry, mother. Just get over to the apartment a.s.a.p." She clicked a button on the cordless phone, and tossed the thing away, not bothering to put it back in it's cradle. "Her office is 15 minutes away," Stacy said looking at Wendell. "I expect to cum in that time. Tell me where I'm going to cum?"

"On me," Wendell exhaled in Lana's voice.

"Tell me where, Wendell."

"My...face."

"What on your face?"

"Cum...cum on my face." His pace was quickening and he gave another spit onto the tip of Lane's cock.

"Say please."

"Please, Stacy, cum on my face."

Stacy shut her eyes and leaned her head back. "Again."

"Cum on my face, and my tits, please."

With a quiet grunt, cum was hitting a suprised Wendell all over. His face, his tits and he was pretty sure some got in Lana's hair. He stopped moving, but didn't pull back, just held Lana's tits in place until Stacy had finished unloading. Stacy, sat back up. "Whew, not bad. Still not convinced it's better than pussy, but pretty good." She looked at the mess Wendell had all over Lana's face, and breasts. "All of that, eat it. Every drop."

At first Wendell could just use Lana's tongue to lick up the cum off her tits. It tasted terrible, but knowing that Stacy was behind Lane's eyes studying him and seemingly pleased made it worth it. Soon he began to use his fingers to wipe it up and into his mouth, licking and sucking up every tiny droplet he could find. Stacy gave Wendell two light slaps on his left cheek. "Good girl."

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The sound of the door unlocking made the waiting Stacy start pumping her hips, and Wendell felt Lana's pussy get stretched out by Lane's cock. He was on his hands and knees and Stacy had been slowly fingering him from behind to keep him wet enough to enter.

Yes...she fucking me. She's fucking me.

Mrs. Reich, a woman almost 60 in a pinstrip jacket and matching pencil skirt, entered the apartment after knocking repeatedly. She wore her hair neatly pinned up to give her a serious look with just a bit of style. In her face, the same eyes could place her as being a relative of Lane and Lana, and she clearly dyed her hair a natural blonde color. "What is this supposed emergency you- oh...ugh." looking to her right from just inside the apartment, she could see through Lane's bedroom door and got a clear view of Lane fucking Lana from behind.

Mrs. Reich put her hands on her hips and glared at the two fucking on the bed. Without a shout or a cry, or even much fanfare at all, the older woman closed the door. She bent over and began to take off her shoes and place them neatly by the door. Wendell could actually feel Stacy slow down considerably almost to a stop behind him.

"I was in a meeting you know. Nothing that couldn't be moved around, but still." Mrs. Reich was pulling off her jacket and placing it neatly on the back of the couch. She undid her skirt and placed it there too, very carefully and properly. "Though, I suppose your aunt and I were the same at your age. We could occupy ourselves for only so long before we desperately needed father's affections." She unbuttoned her shirt and folded it up along with her other things, and then walked into the bedroom.

"From behind?" Mrs. Reich said coming over to the bed. "I spent a great deal of money on your bodies; the very least you could do is look at one another. Lane? Is something wrong? Your pace has faultered." Wendell could then feel Stacy resume, Lana's tits swinging below his chest. Mrs. Reich unhooked her lace bra and tossed it to the floor as well as sliding off her matching underwear. She climbed into the bed ahead of Wendell and he got a good view of the aging woman. She was toned and had clearly had a bit of work done. She was definitely older, but not in bad shape at all. Enhanced breasts, a wide wedge of grey pubic hair and minimal sagging made the woman striking. She was very much like an older Lana.

"Lana?" Mrs. Reich had positioned herself with her legs spread on the bed before Wendell's face and gestured to her pussy. Wendell looked back to Stacy, unsure of how to proceed. Stacy gave a nod. Wendell lowered himself onto his elbows and got to work with Lana's tongue. "Since when have you needed Lane's permission? What's gotten into you two?"

"Nothing mom," Stacy replied still thrusting.

"That's mother," Mrs. Reich said leaning back and watching Wendell work. "Mom is for common whores. You know this!"

Looking up into the woman relaxing and feeling Stacy fuck him from behind, Wendell wasn't sure what the next move was.

Is Stacy just going to go along with this? I mean our plan has clearly backfired. Figures these rich pricks were already fucking. God...I love that she's in me.

Stacy continued pumping and thrusting, and eventually she picked up the pace. She moved from pumping to slamming and pounding, and Wendell could no longer keep his mouth on the older woman's pussy. "MMM...oah....ah..." escaped Wendell's mouth.

Mrs. Reich merely sat with a keen interest, watching the two. After a brief bit, she lifted and turned Wendell's face and began to make out with him to give "Lane" a clear view of the display. She then reached under, and started working Lana's clit. The woman was skilled. Her careful, manicured fingers made perfect even strokes and her tongue play never seemed repetitve or stale. With this and Stacy's pounding, Wendell couldn't hold on any longer and was cumming. He simply made noises right into Mrs. Reich's mouth, unable to scream.

Once he'd stopped shaking and moaning, he became aware that Stacy had stopped thrusting, and now held Lane's cock as deep as she could in Lana's pussy. Mrs. Reich massaged Lane's balls and Wendell could just feel this on the edge of Lana's lips. He could feel the distinct flexing and pumping of Lane's cock as all of his cum was emptied into Lana's pussy.

"That's my boy." Mrs. Reich said after pulling her mouth from Lana's with a wet smacking sound. She then began to push Wendell's face back down to her pussy as Stacy pulled out. Lana's pussy was clenched tight post-orgasm and gripped Lane's cock as it slid out. "Lana, lick mommy's pussy while Lane refreshes himself." Mrs. Reich said holding Wendell's head in place. Wendell again went at the woman as best he could. "Lane," Mrs. Reich began, "don't take too long. Mommy's waiting."

Feeling the bed shift and Stacy give Lana's ass a firm squeeze as she got up. Wendell wondered what she would do now.

Does Stacy want me to just keep doing this? I guess she'd stop me. I really, really don't want her to fuck this bitch. I want her on me, and only me.