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Alan and Suzanne were shocked into temporarily losing their rhythm when they heard a voice across the room ask, "Who's Daisy?"
The two of them turned to Alan's door.
Amy was standing in the doorway, dressed in an imitation of what Suzanne was wearing, in nothing but cut-off jeans and a white T-shirt. Like Suzanne, the shirt was wet. However, she'd gone further and wet the rest of her body too, except for her head and hair. Her hands were clasped behind her head and she leaned way forward to further emphasize her ample chest.
Amy had the usual big Amy smile on her face while her eyes lit up even more than usual. She said in a convincing Southern drawl of her own, "Well, howdy ho, you two! How ya doin'?" She walked into the room and closed the door behind her.
Alan felt his erection throb in Suzanne's tight channel. "Oh God! Have rcy! Seriously!"
Suzanne looked a bit stunned. She was so surprised that she even stopped grinding her hips and working her internal muscles. Clearly, she hadn't expected this arrival, especially since Amy and the others were technically banned from Alan's room. But she laughed good-naturedly and welcod Amy in with a wave of her arm.
Alan said to Amy, "Hey, Aims. Co on in. You've never t Daisy? She's your mom's sort of alternate persona. Kind of an incestuous Southern white trash kind of thing."
He was panting a bit, and trying to make use of Suzanne's pause to get his second wind. However, he was having a hard ti of it. Amy looked so fuckable with her slicked up skin and wet T-shirt that he was seriously tempted to pull out of Suzanne to plunge into Amy instead.
Amy said defensively in her Southern accent. "'Aims'? What's that? And there ain't nuthin' wrong with incest where I co from. In fact, you gotta do it. It's the law! Not only that, mister, but who you callin' white trash, anyhow? Why, you got so mad I might not even enjoy fuckin' you that much. Well, not the first couple of tis, leastwise."
Suzanne laughed and grinned. She could see where Amy was going with this and approved. She and Alan had montarily stopped their fucking, but Suzanne picked herself up and slamd back down on her son's dick with a lusty groan, and then resud her grinding.
Alan, already on such an erotic high that he could practically see stars, was in no shape to try any accent. But he was trying to at least play along. He asked, distractedly, "Do you two, ugh! Uh, know each other?"
Amy replied, "Know each other? Why, Daisy here is my Ma! And my sister too, and technically my cousin too, now that I think about it. Our family tree is all tangle-y. I didn't recognize her face none at first; I reckon that's 'cos I'm not used to seein' it without a big dick in the middle of it, gettin' all slurped up." She sat down on the bed next to Suzanne and nudged her a little bit. "Aren't you gonna introduce to your new friend?"
Suzanne laughed and said to her daughter. "I didn't recognize you none neither, not without no cum drippin' down your face. Why, you're clean all over instead of drippin' with cum from head to toe! What's the matter? Didn't they learn you nuthin' at school today? Oh, but dearie ! Where's my manners? This is my daughter, Doris Duke. Doris, et Mr. Big Cock."
He held out his hand so Amy could shake it. "The na's Alan, actually. Pleased to et you."
Amy looked at his outstretched hand with feigned puzzlent. "What's he tryin' to do there, Daisy? Is that sothin' them damn Yankees do up north? Don't he know how us Duke won greet strange n and say 'Howdy'?" She grinned at Suzanne like the cat that ate the canary.
Suzanne stopped and thought about that for a few monts and then groaned in disappointnt. In her normal voice, she whispered at Amy, but loud enough for Alan to hear, "You really have so cheek today, Honey Pie. You're supposed to stay in the basent and just watch on video with the others. But I'll admit, you got this ti." She pulled up and completely off Alan's prick and stood back, shaking her head at her stacked daughter in amazent and frustration.
Amy, always eager to shed her clothes, quickly got rid of her thin shirt. Then she managed to remove her cut-off jeans, but it was a difficult task since they were on so tightly. The process of removing them involved a lot of squirming and wiggling as Amy stood directly over Alan's erection. Her tits swung wildly, occasionally crashing into each other.
Alan felt like he was dying of anticipation, but on the other hand, the view of Amy's ass slowly coming into view was nearly as good as any sex act. Shit! I'm so fuckin' lucky that it's not even funny! She's gonna sit on my cock!
Amy finally took Suzanne's place, settling down on top of Alan's stiffness with a happy sigh. "This is what we do instead of shakin' hands, Mr. Big Cock. Good ol' Southern hospitality."
Alan gasped and his eyes actually crossed as he felt Amy's incredibly tight and silky smooth pussy reluctantly stretch widely around him. Then he held his gasp because the feelings just got better and better as her pussy slid wetly down around his straining shaft with agonizing slowness.
His second sister didn't have her mother's amazingly talented internal muscle control, but then again, she didn't need it. She was so naturally tight that any extra squeezing on top of the way her pussy was built might prove to be more painful than pleasurable. No one else he'd tried could hold a candle to her for tightness, either in front or in back.
Suzanne watched Alan and Amy fuck for a couple of minutes. Amy was quite a screar during vaginal sex and she was rapidly working her way up in volu. Suzanne was more than a bit miffed by the interruption of her pleasure, and her pussy was none too pleased. She stood impatiently with folded arms for a minute or two then dropped one hand down to her clit.
She thought, I'm so hot and bothered that if I don't get sothing in like two minutes ago already, my pussy is going to burst into flas! Damn that girl! But still, she figured she should reward Amy a little bit for her cleverness, not to ntion her boldness. The Plumr females were always working to keep Alan constantly aroused, and this was just the kind of initiative they needed.
Amy, though, knew that she was pushing her luck. Getting between Alan's penis and Suzanne's pussy was like getting between a mother grizzly bear and her cub. Also, she could tell that Alan was about to cum at any mont, and if he did, Suzanne would be even more peeved at her intrusion. So, after just a couple minutes of very vocal riding, she got off. "Thanks, Ma!" she said, still with an accent. "This one's a keeper!"
Now it was Suzanne's turn to both surprise and test Amy. Still standing there, looking annoyed, she said, "Doris, ain't you forgettin' sothin'?"
"What, Ma?"
"Aren't you going to thank Mr. Big Cock here for him letting you fuck him?"
Alan was so overco that he let out a small whimper. He was squeezing his PC muscle for dear life, but had no energy left for anything else.
Amy said while suppressing a giggle, "Oh. Right! Forgive , sir, for forgettin' my manners." She dropped to her knees and took Alan's hard erection into her mouth. She began sucking like a vacuum while nearly taking it to the base. Repeatedly. She'd been practicing her deep throating skills, although she still hadn't conquered her gag reflex problem.
Suzanne was having fun again, now that she knew she wasn't going to have to watch Alan and Amy fuck until they both ca. She said in her Southern drawl, "The way I figger, a friendly 'Howdy, neighbor' is lot friendlier with a little cocksuckin'. Don't ya think?"
Alan was so overco by pleasure that he didn't know which way was up. He was sweating like a pig and felt completely drained. The only reason he hadn't cum yet was that he was still straining his PC muscle with all his might, just to see what these two might co up with next.
Suzanne let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. "That's better. I'll tell ya, kids today. They ain't got no manners. Why, half her classes have cocksuckin' in the title and still she forgets the basic cocksuckin' rule."
Alan sohow managed to croak out, "Wha- what's that?"
"'If a cock ain't bein' fucked, make sure it's bein' sucked.' Is that so hard to rember? It even rhys. Why, they spend hundreds and hundreds of hours at school just practicin' that one rule, and she still just plumb forgets it sotis. When she walks right past any untended cock, much less one so big and throbbin' like this here stiffy, she's disrespectin' the whole Duke clan. For sha!"
Suzanne dropped between Alan's knees, alongside her daughter. Amy made room for her and she began licking the topmost sensitive parts of Alan's boner along with her daughter. As she licked, she complained, "I bla the gub'mint. Look what they done to her, makin' her co and go to school wearin' them clothin' thingies. Why, technically she's supposed to sit in a chair all day, though luckily the teacher don't make her suffer like that."
"No?" Alan asked. He could barely breathe, but he was curious to hear more, so he gasped, "What's he make you do? Uh, Doris?"
Amy stopped licking the sensitive underside of her brother's cock montarily so she could talk with her drawl. "Why, he's got in the front of the class givin' his personal attention. He just loves personally practicin' that one rule Ma was talkin' about. I's either fuckin', suckin', titfuckin', or gettin' ramd up the ass - that's my favorite, by the way - nearly every cotton pickin' minute of the whole damn day! He says us Duke girls are the best fuckers in the class. You should see the way them McCoy girls get jealous, almost always havin' to settle for tiny boy cock in most classes."
Suzanne added proudly, "That's my sister! She gets the most prized 'seat' in the whole class: underneath the teacher's desk, or sprawled spread-eagled on top of it."
"Sister?" Alan asked between grimacing teeth. "I thought she's your daughter."
"She's both, naturally, jus' like she said before. Ain't you never been 'round where we live before? You know, Pappy breeds all his daughters personally. Why, when one of his daughters is at that most fertile ti of the month, he'll hardly let anyone else fuck her, at least not outside of family. Isn't that how folks do it up in Yankee country, too?"
Alan groaned loudly. "Ugh! Stop it, you two! I'm getting too turned on!" He was straining with all his might because he wanted the great ti to never end. He thought, I've never seen Amy act more Suzanne-like. She's channeling Suzanne's Daisy Duke persona so uncannily that it's like they're operating with a shared hive-mind or sothing.
A particularly strong surge of desire washed through him, causing him to yell, "Please, at least a break! Have rcy! I'm dying here!"
Suzanne looked at Amy from re inches away. Their tongues t up at the head of Alan's erection, and the tips of their tongues dueled with each other outside of their mouths for a few monts. Even though Alan wasn't being stimulated directly for a mont, the sound of mother and daughter moaning in ecstasy more than made up for the lack of their touching him.
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