MY SPECIAL VANTAGE POINT PART II
It was the smell that woke me from my dreams of heavenly bliss. No, I was certainly not in the fluffy clouds as yet. I was still on the mantle sitting quietly in dusty repose. My horny Harry was likely up to no good again and was responsible for the tingling aroma filling the space around me.
The low hum of something battery powered emanated from the master bathroom. The old reprobate must be either shaving or doing something more insidious. I finally identified the scent as the special lubricant we used when Harry was determined to make use of my rear door. It was an act that I personally abhorred with a deep-seated distaste. But the poor man begged me and did special favors for me that forced me to accede to his desires every now and then. I particularly disliked the pressure his knob made on my tight little sphincter immediately prior to insertion. Once he had his huge cock inside my anus, everything was quite all right and I tended to enjoy the feeling of fullness that suffused my entire core.
Then, I recognized the humming noise as my personal little vibrator that I used to “take off the edge” when Harry shot his load too quickly and left me panting in continued anticipation. If the old fool was using that in the bathroom, there was only one place he could be putting it. I chuckled to myself thinking it was fair payback for the times he talked me into taking it up the bum.
I could hear what sounded like whispering from the bathroom. The lights were all off and even we spirits have problems with seeing in the dark. I knew my kinky husband liked to fumble about in the dark and act like a stranger but it didn’t seem like this was one of those scenarios.
Both Mary, my younger sister and Rose, her sexy daughter born out of wedlock, had departed much earlier and I wondered who that scoundrel Harry could be whispering to in the middle of the night.
The bathroom door opened and there was my Harry framed in all his naked glory with his ever-present erection sticking out like a horizontal flagpole. He was cradling one of those new-fangled phones in his hand and held his somewhat reddened cock with the other.
“I am stroking it, love. Yes, my little princess, I am doing it nice and hard just like you told me.”
I could see Harry’s naked flanks bending over the end of the bed and I could see his balls hanging down all swollen and ready to spill some seeds without any ceremony. His rampant cock was out of sight but I surmised it was resting on the soft pillows I had spent so much time selecting in a crowded discount store. I hoped he had covered them with the old cases and not the beautiful silk ones that I loved so dearly.
“Yes, dearest, my juices are coming out just a little bit now. Put some on my fingers? Yes, it is very sticky, my little honey ass baby.”
I saw him put his hand up and in the light from the bathroom door; I could see the liquid glistening on the tips of his fingers.
“Put my fingers in my mouth! Must I do that, dearest? Yes, I will, my pet. Describe the taste, you say?”
He licked the tips of his fingers and even put one inside his mouth and sucked it. I was really quite surprised at his actions because I had always known my finicky husband to be most disapproving of such depraved “goings on” to the best of my knowledge.
“Yes, Rose love, it is quite delicious. You would love to suck all my cum into your pretty little tummy for your Uncle Harry, right?”
That senile old bastard was actually talking dirty in the middle of the night to my niece, Rose. The little baby I had rocked to sleep when her ditzy mother was off getting laid at some ineffective peace protest.
My niece, Rose, was as beautiful as she was sexy and it was difficult to see what she could possibly see in my Harry. Well, there was his huge cock. I guess she might find that a nice benefit, if she didn’t have a young man of her own.
Harry had started to hump the mounded pillows on the edge of the bed. The old fool was grunting as loudly as he could, right into the silly little phone, just like he was performing for an audience.
“Open your mouth wide, Rose darling. Papa’s got a nice present for you! Good girl, take it all in deep. Be my little wet mouth girl.”
I suppose the poor man was compensating a bit for the fact that in some 30 years of marriage I had seldom taken his huge cock inside my poor little mouth. The simple fact was I was a bit fearful of having to swallow the bitter tasting cum that my Harry had a tendency to produce. I did kiss it and lick it and made a big show out of stroking it until he shot his load all over my face and breasts but I refused to swallow any of the vile tasting liquid. I rather liked the way he would spank me afterward and tell me I was “a dirty little girl”. I always frigged myself underneath when he spanked me and managed to have a fair share of very satisfying orgasms.
Harry’s legs were pounding the bed very hard now and I could see his ass muscles working his cock deep into the soft yielding pillows.
“Take my cock in deep, you slut! Open wide and take it, Rose love. Must I slap your face to make you lick me with your little tongue? That’s it, just like that. You give head even better than your mum, my little Rose. Very talented, I must say!”
Harry was starting to whine now and I knew it would not be long before he shot his load. I always knew he was on the verge of filling up my pussy whenever I heard his familiar whine getting started. I wished it was my pussy instead of the pillow or even Rose’s pretty little mouth.
“Ahh, yes, Rose. Take it all, my little sweet mouth girl. Don’t spill a drop. Now it is time for Uncle Harry to spank his little Rose for being a bad girl.”
The naked form of my still-living husband walked over the mantle and rose up my lid. The tinkling sound of the copious load being emptied from the condom into my dust was followed by the sensation of his seeds being soaked up by my dusty remains. I was a little offended at first by the notion that I was being disrespected but then I appreciated the fact that I was still in my Harry’s thoughts even if I was no longer around to act out my own desires.
I realized that in a way, I was finally swallowing Harry’s entire load and it sated my thirst for being a part of things once more.
I had never told my husband that the reason I was afraid of swallowing was the fact that I had been forced to swallow a large number of sticky offerings whilst pledging for my sorority at the university. I had only agreed to do it because the alternative was to be anally impaled by blindfolded males, randomly selected to participate in the bawdy festivities. My aversion to swallowing was that shameful episode seared forever into my memory and marring my academic experience. The very first one was bad enough but when I had imbibed the offerings of a full dozen males, I had a sense of humiliation and degradation that stayed with me my entire life. Some of the males were a bit rougher than the others and did not hesitate to slap my face, if they felt my performance was not adequate. It put me off at first but after a bit, I found that it heightened my pleasure and made my juices run down between my legs. I had never had the nerve to tell Harry that a little bit of face slapping would go a long way in inducing me to accept his cock in my mouth. I am certain he held me in too high of esteem for such hanky-panky.
He was gone all day to his work at the University and the house was empty and lonely.
Later that evening, both Rose and my sister came over for some drinks and it was not very long before poor Mary was “in her cups” and slipping off to a full-snored snooze.
Little innocent Rose pulled off her knickers and immediately sat on Harry’s lap right next to her mum and commenced to bounce hard on his legs with his rampant cock buried to the hilt inside her tight twenty year-old pussy. The little hussy was trying to keep from making too much noise but I could tell from the look on her face she was experiencing a very satisfying lap-dance fuck.
Before Harry reached that point when he was ready to shoot his load, he pushed my little niece Rose off of his happy throbbing cock and told her in a very low voice,
“Get on your knees and suck my load out nice and proper!”
My beautiful young niece wrapped her lips around Harry’s huge cock and took it all the way to the back of her throat. Harry held the back of her head and started the wheezing noise he always made just before spurting his seeds. Rose’s head was bobbing rapidly now and she had her hands buried under her short skirt right up in her little garden. When she gagged slightly, I knew Harry was shooting his load into my niece’s pretty mouth.
The little slapper came right over to me and when my lid lifted, I knew she was going to gift me the mouthful of cum. I thought it was strange to be watering your relative in this manner but I didn’t mind very much and was appreciative of the attention. The falling liquid must have disturbed my ashes a bit and the next thing I knew little Rose had sneezed right into my jar.
I felt my essence swept up in a mixture of ashes, cum and saliva, right into Rose’s heavily haired nostrils. I navigated around the forest of hairs and went right up inside her pretty little head. Rose conversely was sucked right down into the jar and I replaced the lid on her before any reversal could take place.
There I was with my mouth full of cum and my pussy clenching defensively, after a very spirited fucking right sitting on top of Harry’s lap.
I looked down at my new twenty year-old slender body and saw my pulsating pussy mound waiting for new adventures. This was truly quite a turn-around. I was immediately aware of my surroundings because my sister Mary woke up and gave me the back of her hand without saying a single word. The sight of Harry’s cock and my face told the story without any need of translation.
“I’m sorry mum. Harry and I were just fooling around until you woke up!”
My sister, who was now my mum pulled my face down to her breasts and told me,
“Suck your mama nice, while Harry gives me a nice tumble on the sofa, dear.”
I pulled the soft exposed nipple inside my mouth and started to suck, just the way I liked to have it done to me by Harry or other males in my long-ago past life. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an apologetic Uncle Harry, formerly my husband of some 30 years, slipping his long hard cock right into my sister Mary’s still attractive pussy. I nibbled her nipple a little bit as I was seriously pissed from the perspective of my former life, as Harry’s suffering spouse.
After Harry fully satisfied my younger sister, sorry, I mean my mum; he used his still rock-hard cock to bring me off by sliding it off between my twenty year-old breasts. The spurts of cum hit me in the face and I discovered I was able to lick up the residue and swallow it down into my tummy with no effort and a terrible amount of pleasure.
No more of the “old me”, now I was beautiful Rose, ready for lots of new adventures in life.
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