THE SIMMONDS FAMILY SEX CLUB

THE SIMMONDS FAMILY SEX CLUB

by bumboy

1.

Sarah Simmonds looked out of her bedroom window and smiled at the sight that greeted her. Her parents, John and Moira, were once again enjoying some early morning fucking in the great outdoors as they loved to do when the weather was fine as it was on this bright sunny Saturday morning.

The day was filled with the magic of summertime and the garden was filled with the sounds of hot rampant sex. The Simmonds lived in a big house in the country with no near neighbours and so could do what they liked and make as much noise without fear of being seen or heard. It was the perfect place for them to live as they wished to live without interference from busybodies and other sad-ohs who thought they had the right to dictate to people how they should exist.

Sarah watched, not for the first time, her father’s firm muscular arse cheeks rising and falling with every thrust as he slammed his thick aroused prick into her mother’s cunt. Prostrate beneath John’s naked body, all Moira could do was lie back but she wasn’t thinking of England, that was the last thing on her mind. Instead, she let forth a series of whimpering sounds that now and then rose a few decibels, mingling with the singing of the birds flitting from tree to tree, as John buried his dick up to the hilt in Moira’s cunt.

Sarah’s mouth gathered saliva and she slipped a hand into her panties and began to finger her already moist pussy as she watched. As Moira let out a scream of delight as her husband’s prick speared Sarah’s birthplace, Sarah whistled with excitement, her fingers going deeper into her cunt and increasing the speed with which she was masturbating, causing Moira to open her eyes and glance up to see her daughter framed in the upstairs window, furiously playing with herself. The sight of her daughter wanking was something she knew John would like to see and, being the considerate partner she was, Moira looked into John’s eyes and said, in that deep husky voice of hers that John found so sexy:-

“Darling, we have an audience.”

John was happy to slow down the pace; he loved sex and wanted it to last as long as possible. When he was in the mood, which was practically every hour of every day, he could win a gold medal for his stamina. For him, as for all the family, sex was a past-time to be savoured and enjoyed, every single fastidious moment of it. He breathed in deeply and pulled out of Moira, turning onto his side. His rigid hard-on showed no sign of abating, indeed the sight of his daughter naked and horny at her bedroom window made his dick stand on end, a veritable rod of iron. Sarah was on the brink of orgasm, so furiously had she been fingering herself, but she slowed down and decided to wait as she slipped her panties off and cast them aside, not caring where they landed.

Memories of the previous evening when John had fucked her while Moira was getting the evening meal ready were still fresh in Sarah’s mind. She loved being fucked by her father, he was far better than any of the blokes she had been with before she was initiated into the Simmonds Family Sex Club. John, with years of sexual experience behind him and, hopefully, with many more in front, was a passionate lover who knew what his dick was for and how to use it and he was also a consummate pussy licker. The love they felt for each other had crossed the threshold of the taboo of incest and, as far as Sarah was concerned, it was up to her who she shared her body with.

“Is this a private party or can anyone join in?” she called down to her parents, as she continued watching the hot action in the early morning sunlight. Sarah was so fucking horny as she always was when about to have sex with her parents or, indeed, at any time of the day and night for that matter.

“Come right down, sweetheart,” said Moira, “and join the fun. We’re as horny as fuck.”

“Like she needs an invite,” murmured John which was lost on Sarah who was already making her way, naked, as fast as she could down the stairs. Her soft footsteps hardly sounded on the well-carpeted rungs of the staircase.

At the sight of his naked adult daughter walking across the garden towards them, John’s heart swelled with pride, as did Moira’s. They sure had a beautiful sexy girl except that she was no longer a girl but a young woman of twenty years old and who had been a member of the family sex club for two years now. John and Moira had strong views on incest and Sarah had not been allowed to join in until she was a consenting adult, even though, as a nudist family, none of them had felt any embarassment seeing each other naked for years.

No matter how many times he had seen Sarah in the nude since she’d attained womanhood, John just had to lie back for a moment or two and admire the beauty of his daughter’s body. Sarah’s legs and her tits with their delicious aureoles, not to mention her delectable pussy where Sarah had allowed her pubic hair to grow, would be a joy to behold for any man and John was as proud as punch that he was the man who, right now, was the one doing the beholding.

John marvelled at how the auburn strands of Sarah’s pubes were the same colour as the hair on her head, something she had inherited from Moira. Even from the back, John was full of admiration for the taut sexiness of Sarah’s buttocks, enjoying watching the way his daughter’s naked cheeks rubbed together as she walked along with long athletic-like strides, completely confident in her nudity. For John, as for all of them, the visual delights of sex were as important as the sex itself. Exhibitionism had always played a very large role in their frequent family sex sessions.

Moira too was enjoying the view as Sarah, with an impish grin on her face, approached her parents. “Wow, daddy,” she said as John stood up and she folded herself into her father’s arms, John’s hard-on pressing against her cunt and her tits against John’s chest, “is that a banana you’ve got there or are you just pleased to see me?”

John, who loved the way Sarah still called him daddy even though she was now a fully grown woman, laughed at the banal joke as he kissed his daughter on the lips before moving back, his cock throbbing in front of him. The family treated each sexual encounter like it was their first time together but, even so, Sarah didn’t hesitate even for a fraction of a second as she dropped to her knees and quickly took her father’s swollen member into her all-enveloping mouth, sliding it across her tongue until John’s knobhead was at the back of his daughter’s hot wet throat, his bigger-than-average balls slapping against Sarah’s chin.

“Oh yes, sweetheart,” said Moira, who was now busy fingering her own cunt, “suck your daddy’s dick.”

“Oh yes indeed, my darling,” said John, resting his hands on Sarah’s head and running his hands through her freshly washed hair, he could still smell the scent of the shampoo Sarah used, “that feels so good.”

John’s eyes rolled in his head as Sarah began the sucking motion with an intensity that defied the fact she had only, so far, had twenty years on the planet. She was as experienced a cocksucker as Moira and any woman more than twice her age and her technique, learned from Moira, was so scintillating that John had to summon all his willpower not to shoot his load there and then directly into Sarah’s mouth.

Sarah’s cock sucking was reminiscent of the blow jobs John’s parents had bestowed on him when he too had become a consenting adult, more than twenty years earlier, and which his mother and father still did – among other things – whenever they paid a visit. One day, John hoped that his parents would come and live with him and his own family, he still wondered why they hadn’t when they loved sex so much and here could indulge themselves all day, every day, to their hearts’ content. But he, liked the rest of his family, lived in hope.

Moira, having moved round to get a better view of the incestuous blowjob, now maneuvered herself further until she was on her knees next to Sarah. As Sarah continued to suck like a mad woman possessed, Moira cupped John’s balls in her hands, enjoying their luxurious feel for a few moments before moving in, mouth wide open and tongue out, to lick around the now cum-bubbling nut-sac. With his prick in his daughter’s mouth and his balls in his wife’s, John felt as if he had died and gone to heaven.

“You two are sensational,” said John, “I love you both so very much.”

“We love you too, John,” said Moira as she and Sarah exchanged places, Sarah now going down on John’s balls while Moira sucked his dick. Sarah, without breaking the licking, ran her hand between John’s legs and began to fondle her father’s arse, running the palm of her hand over his bare cheeks and every now and then letting a finger explore his bum crack.

2.

The mum, dad and daughter threesome went on in this vein for several minutes, John rocking back and forth on his sturdy muscular legs, the legs that had carried him around many a football pitch in his younger days. At forty-three years old, two years older than Moira, he still had the proud sportsman physique and good looks that had had the girls – and quite a few men – lusting after him when he had been in his teens and early twenties. Now, in early middle age, he was a man of some substance, both physically and metaphorically. Moira’s cooking was excellent and John’s tall frame was now as well fleshed as the rare steaks to which he was so partial.

Moira, even now, never stopped thinking how lucky she had been to have snared him and all by luck rather than judgment. Bored out of her scull one day with nothing to do, she had gone to the shops with nothing particular in mind to buy. At the newsagents, a naturist magazine on the top shelf had caught her eye – would she be able to pay for it without feeling embarrassed? Luckily, it was a shop she had never used before so didn’t know the shopkeeper. Oh well, sod ’em, she had thought, its my money and the magazine is there for the buying but she still hid it underneath a newspaper as she went up to the counter.

The shopkeeper hadn’t batted an eyelid as he took Moira’s money even though Moira had felt herself reddening as she paid him. Looking back now, she thought how silly she had been but she was still only 19 at the time. Then came another problem, smuggling the magazine back into the home she shared with her parents – who she detested. They were always telling her what to do and think and coming out with grand-sounding but half-baked ideas for how their daughter should live her life. Sometimes, in her more positive moods, Moira thought it would serve them right if they did discover a magazine packed with pictures of naked people but for the sake of the peace, she slid the magazine into her bag and when she got home, secreted it in her bedroom.

Moira had had no intention of becoming a naturist herself, at least not right then, the purchase was merely for some mild titillation during her solo masturbation sessions when her parents were out of the house. But as she checked out the photos, soft porn all of them – Moira came to an advert for a nudist beach that was only some twenty miles from where she lived.

Telling her parents – who she had never got on with – an outright lie that she was meeting up with some friends, Moira had got in her car and drove to the beach. Most of the occupants were men, some who, Moira considered, should have been advised to keep their clothes on but, nevertheless, there were still a few good looking young adult men letting it all hang out and no doubt looking for a woman to shag, though it never occurred to Moira at the time that some of the men might be gay. The few women seemed to be all in the middle-aged group while the younger ones had boyfriends or husbands in tow.

Still not certain she was doing the right thing, she wandered onto the beach fully dressed, rounded a curve of the cove – and came face to face with the stunning apparition of the sexiest hunkiest and full frontal nude man she had ever seen. Their eyes had met and Moira, who had had a string of boyfriends, recognized the mutual attraction. It was the first meeting of the man who was to become her partner and who encouraged her, within minutes, to take her clothes off for the first time in public.

Moira, feeling deliciously wicked as she stuck two fingers up to her parents, saw no point refusing and nor was there any point taking a bit of clothing off at a time.