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 The Live-In

   by A.  Van Peebles

   (MF, FF, MM, inc, group, anal, Fdom)

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   Chapter 1: The New Job

   Ana stood rooted in the doorway to the bedroom, watching Ryan fuck his
sister, hard.  She couldn't move; she just watched him slam his cock, a
good-sized one at that, into Amanda's pussy.  They were brother and sister,
and they shouldn't be fucking each other.  When Ana had taken the job she
had expected to see the Harris family have sex, but she never expected
incest.

   She had been on the job for three days, but up until now nothing unusual
had happened.  Until this moment the Harrises had been, as far as she had
been able to tell, a perfectly normal family.  When Mrs.  Harris told her
that the family was into rough sex and orgies, she had half suspected to
find clothes flying and naked people lounging about, but no, it had all
been a very normal housekeeping job, up until that third day when she
looked into Amanda's bedroom and saw her fucking her brother.

   A week before, Ana Medina-Aguilar had answered the ad for a live-in
housekeeper, having just fled her latest jerk of a boyfriend a few weeks
before that.  With her welcome at her friends' apartments growing thin from
her chronic couch surfing, she figured that a live-in job would be perfect.
It would give her a place to stay while she paid off the credit cards her
boyfriend had maxed out and until she had saved enough for first and last
month and security deposit on a place of her own.

   Ana was twenty-seven and had never been married, but over the last few
years she had lived with a string of not-so-nice boyfriends.  Her parents
had emigrated to California from Mexico, but she had been born and raised
here in the States.  A good student in high school without working hard at
it, she could have gone on to college if she wanted to, but didn't.  While
she was good at school, academic work didn't appeal to her.

   Out of high school she had worked for a couple years as a hospital
orderly, the best job she could get with only a high-school diploma and no
work experience.  That job really sucked.  Helping the patients was nice,
but orderlies didn't get to do that too often.  Mostly her job was just
cleaning up shit, often literally.  Even worse was the blood.  Cleaning the
ER after an accident victim comes through is pretty disgusting work.  Plus,
the pay sucked.  So when a friend offered her a job in a housecleaning
service she left the hospital and didn't look back.  House cleaning isn't
bad work, at least not once you've been doing it for a while and have built
a clientele of good families who are decent to work for.

   From the start it was obvious to her that the Harrises weren't normal in
one respect.  They were wealthy.  Not doctor-rich, or big-city-lawyer rich.
Really rich.  Bill Gates rich.  Well, maybe not that rich, but they had
many times more money than anyone else Ana had met, and she had cleaned a
lot of homes of rich folks.  The Harris house wasn't just a mansion, it was
more like a palace.  It had wings.  She had never even seen, much less been
in, a house with wings.  The money was inherited.  Mr.  Harris's dad had
inherited a modest amount of money, put it into the stock market, then hit
it big with tech stocks in the 1980s and 90s, and the family moved into the
class of super-rich.  Mr.  H, Mike to his friends, didn't work, except to
manage the family's money, which was pretty much a full-time job.

   When she first saw the house, Ana figured she would never get the job.
It was out of her league.  Then when she found out that she would be the
only live-in, she wondered if she really wanted it.  One person could never
manage that house on her own.  It needed a whole staff, not just one
live-in maid.  But Mrs.  Harris, Susan, was very nice in the interview. 
Ana wasn't sure what she expected, but Mrs.  Harris wasn't it.  She was in
her early forties, and beautiful.  A tiny, little spitfire of a woman. 
Brown-haired with big, wide eyes, she was barely 5' 2" and had a nicely
sized pair of breasts--Ana supposed that one of the perks of being rich is
store-bought tits.  Mrs.  Harris looked more like a trophy wife than an
original.  Plus she was really down-to-earth and friendly, not stuck up or
pretentious.

   Mrs.  Harris explained the job.  The live-in wouldn't be doing any heavy
cleaning.  They had a crew come in twice a week for that.  All the live-in
would have to do was make the beds, do the laundry, clean up "spot messes"
as Mrs.  Harris called them, do some shopping for the household, and odd
little duties like that.  There was a cook who came in on weekdays and on
weekends when the family was entertaining and who did the grocery shopping
and, of course, the cooking.  Mrs.  Harris said that live-in's duties
probably wouldn't take more than a few hours a day, and her schedule would
be pretty much her own.

   Then she told Ana the salary, and Ana's jaw dropped.  It was thirty
thousand, plus room and board.  Ana would have basically no expenses other
than clothes and whatever she wanted to buy for herself.  She would be able
to pay off those credit cards really quickly.  Mrs.  Harris showed her the
suite where the live-in would stay.  It was in the east wing of the house,
above Mr.  Harris's office, and consisted of a bedroom, a good-sized
private bath, and a small sitting room with a television.  It was great,
and Ana figured she had no chance of getting the job.  But Mrs.  Harris
told her that she wanted to have her back to meet the family; as it was a
live-in position, she wanted the whole family to be in on the decision.

   The only odd thing about that first interview was that Mrs.  Harris kept
emphasizing that the job required "utmost discretion." Ana figured that was
a bit weird, but she knew the very rich are different than the rest of us,
so it didn't concern her too much.  They were probably just private people.
With that much money, she could understand why.

   She came back a few days later to meet the family.  Mr.  Harris was a
handsome guy, tall, toned, and in really good shape, also in his
mid-forties, with brown hair that was going gray in a very distinguished
fashion.  Their son Ryan was eighteen and just finishing his senior year in
high school, a handsome kid who looked like his father and was almost as
tall.  The daughter Amanda was away at college.  Ana didn't meet her that
day, but she saw a picture, and Amanda looked like a younger twin of her
mother.  The two men mostly kept quiet during the interview, and it became
clear that Mrs.  Harris was the one in charge of the household.  Ana also
met Tanya the cook, a stunningly beautiful, African-American woman,
light-skinned, and slim.  She was in her mid-thirties, but looked like she
could be twenty.

   Then Mrs.  Harris got down to business and dropped the bomb.  The reason
for all the privacy was sex.  The Harrises had a lot of it.  The entire
family.  She said that they had guests over regularly, and all sorts of
things went on right out in the open.  Lots of rough sex, S&M-type stuff,
bondage, domination, that sort of thing.  It was all among consenting
adults, but they didn't want the world to know.  If Ana wasn't okay with
that, they'd pay her for her time and send her on her way.  Mrs.  Harris
revealed what the "spot messes" were.  Ana would be responsible for
cleaning up after the sex.  It turned out that one of the things that
recommended her was that hospital orderly job; Mrs.  Harris figured that
she wouldn't be squeamish about cleaning up bodily fluids.  And Ana finally
realized why the salary was so high.  They were paying for her silence.

   Then she took Ana down into the basement and showed her the dungeon,
which had been skipped on her earlier tour of the house.  It was dark, but
not dank.  Padded all around, it contained all sorts of sex furniture,
stuff Ana had only seen in the porn movies her last deadbeat boyfriend
watched all day long.  There was a sex swing, a set of stocks, and various
cages and benches where a person could be tied down.  It would also be
Ana's job to keep the dungeon clean, as the twice-a-week cleaning crew
didn't come down here.

   Mrs.  Harris also said, and this really blew Ana away, that if she took
the job she would be welcome to take part in the sexual activities.  It
wasn't a requirement for the job, and if she didn't want to, that was
perfectly fine.  And if she did and later decided to stop, that would be
fine too.  She would still have her job.  But the offer of sex was there if
she took the job.

   Then she sent Ana home to think about whether or not she still wanted
the job, saying that she'd call Ana back in a day or two.

   Ana debated whether or not to take the job, but there really wasn't any
question.  While her sex life up to that point had been positively tame
compared to that of the Harris family, Ana didn't have any hang-ups about
what other people did.  The Harrises were obviously a lot kinkier than she
was, but it was all cool.  And the cleaning didn't bother her.  When she
worked at the hospital she'd cleaned up a lot worse things than some dried
spunk and lube.  And the money and apartment were too good to be true.

   But as for participating, she didn't really see that happening.

   Mrs.  Harris called two days later asking if she wanted the job.  Ana
moved in the next day.

   Then three days after that Ana stood in the door of Amanda's bedroom
watching the girl get fucked by her brother.  Ana hadn't met Amanda yet. 
She had arrived back from college late the night before, but she recognized
her from the family pictures.  She was a younger version of her mother,
with smaller, perky tits.  She was shaved down under, which for some reason
Ana found to be really sexy, this young girl, barely nineteen, shaving
herself for wild, incestuous sex.  It was plain old, missionary-position
sex, but it was brother and sister, and that just blew Ana's mind.  When
Mrs.  Harris had said the whole family participated in the sex games, Ana
hadn't imagined it was with each other.

   She was mesmerized, unable to move.  She knew she should move away from
the door, letting the siblings have their privacy, although they had left
the door open.  She didn't know what she would do if they looked up and saw
her, but still she couldn't move.  Her hand slipped down, as if of its own
accord, and started to rub her crotch through her jeans.

   She watched Ryan's cock slide in and out of his sister, their eyes
locked on each other, a fierce look of desperate pleasure in their glares.
Ryan was really a good-looking guy, big cock, at least seven inches and
reasonably thick, plus he had a cute butt.  They were a cute couple.

   "Isn't that a beautiful sight," a woman's voice said in Ana's ear.  It
was Mrs.  Harris.  "There's nothing quite like a brother and sister making
love."

   Ana was frozen with fear, even though she knew that she should have
nothing to be afraid of.  Seeing the family having sex was to be expected.
But knowing something is going to happen and having it happen are two
entirely different things.

   "Although, watching my husband fuck my daughter may just be a bit
better," continued Mrs.  H.  "Doesn't Ryan have the nicest cock?"

   Ana nodded in agreement.  She couldn't really see if it was nice, but it
was big.

   "It's more shapely than his father's, although Mike's is a bit bigger."

   Ana tried to look round at Mrs.  Harris without turning her head, but
Mrs.  Harris was directly behind her, speaking right into her ear.  Ana
could feel Mrs.  Harris's breath on her ear and neck.  By this point Ana
was pretty sure that Mrs.  Harris was trying to deliberately excite her,
but without seeing her she couldn't tell for sure.

   Then Ryan threw his head back, emitted a moan, and shot his load into
his sister.  He collapsed on top of her.

   "That's just like a man," said Mrs.  Harris, "leaving the woman high and
dry.  I guess I'll just have to finish for him." With that she swept past
Ana into the bedroom.  She was wearing a bathrobe, which dropped to the
floor, and she climbed into the bed, moving Ryan aside, and bringing her
head down into her daughter's crotch.

   Ana watched this woman go down on her daughter just after the girl had
been fucked by her brother.  Then, unbelievably, Mrs.  Harris moved up her
daughter's body and started kissing her, and Ana realized that she had
sucked out her son's cum and was depositing it into her daughter's mouth.
They kissed for a while, sloppily swapping saliva and cum, then Mrs. 
Harris returned to her daughter's pussy as Ana's hand returned to her own
crotch.

   She dove right in and started lapping away at her daughter's clit,
inserting a finger into her vagina, then two, then three.  Amanda threw her
head back in pleasure.  Then the younger girl started writhing and bucking
as the orgasm hit her.  She did her best to buck her mother off, but the
older woman's mouth was firmly attached to her daughter's pussy.  Finally,
Amanda sank back, whimpering quietly.  Only then did Mrs.  Harris release
her hold on her daughter's pussy, moving up to kiss her daughter again,
deeply and desperately.

   At that point Ana realized that Ryan was looking at her.  He smiled and
cocked his head, wordlessly inviting her to join him.  Ana was frozen,
unable to respond.  She might have shaken her head "no," but she wasn't
sure.

   "Well my dear boy, are you up for another round yet," said Mrs.  Harris
to her son.  "Your mother needs to get fucked this morning."

   "I'm willing, but not up to it quite yet."

   "I can fix that." And with that she moved and took her son's cock in her
mouth, positioning her pussy near Amanda's head.  Her daughter needed no
prompting and buried her face in her mother's cunt.

   Ana's hand moved from rubbing the outside of her jeans to shoving itself
down the waist, so it could rub her clit directly.

   After a few minutes, Ryan was again hard as a rock, and his mother
stopped her sucking.  Ana got her first good look at his whole erection,
and it was as nice as Mrs.  Harris had said it was, a good eight inches
long, thick, uncircumcised, and very nicely shaped.

   Mrs.  Harris grabbed her son by the shoulders and threw the much larger
boy down on his back, not that he was resisting.  She then climbed on top
and guided that beautiful cock into her cunt, starting to rock back and
forth.

   Amanda straddled her brother's face, lowering her pussy onto her
brother's tongue.  The three went at it, the boy servicing his mother and
sister simultaneously, while the two women kissed.

   Ana just leaned back against the wall, unbuttoning her jeans for better
access and continuing her rubbing.

   After a few minutes the threesome switched up.  Mother and daughter
moved into a sixty-nine with Susan on top, while Ryan fucked his mom doggie
style.  Amanda alternated between licking her mother's pussy and her
brother's balls.

   Amanda was the first to come this time, with her mother following
immediately after.  Amanda's orgasm didn't seem as intense this time
around, but Susan was as expressive as her daughter had been a few minutes
ago.  Then Ryan blew his load in his mother's pussy, pulling out in time to
let the last few spurts fall into his sister's waiting mouth.

   "Mmm.  Tastes as good as ever, Ry," said Amanda.  "You don't know how
much I've missed that while I've been away."

   "Okay, shower time," said Susan.  "The shower in my room is bigger, big
enough for all three of us."

   Susan took Ryan by the hand and, scooping up her robe on the way, led
him out of the room, winking at Ana as she passed.  Ryan just grinned a
stupid grin at Ana.  Amanda followed, but stopped short when she noticed
Ana standing by the door.

   "Oh, you must be Ana.  Nice to meet you." She leaned in and kissed her
on the cheek.  Her breath smelled like cum.  "Join us next time.  You're
welcome to." Then she followed her mother and brother to the shower.

   Ana was floored.  She couldn't believe what she'd just seen.  Incest was
wrong, but what she'd just witnessed had been so hot.  She just didn't know
how she was supposed to react.  Her mind told her that she should object,
or at least pretend she hadn't seen it, but her pussy was wet and ready. 
She hadn't been on the job for more than a few days, but in that time she'd
come to trust Tanya, the cook.  Tanya had a level head on her shoulders,
and she'd been working for the Harrises for several years.  She could help
her sort this out.  So Ana made her way down to the kitchen.

   She walked into the kitchen and found Tanya half-naked, sprawled across
the kitchen island with Mr.  Harris fucking her in the ass.

   He saw the live-in right away and smiled, but Tanya was too far gone in
the throes of passion to notice that Ana had come in.  Her head was down on
the countertop, eyes closed, moaning, and yelping a little every time Mr.
Harris drove his cock especially deep into her.  Ana had never watched an
ass fucking for real.  She'd tried it once at the insistence of an old
boyfriend--not the latest, but two before that, another deadbeat--but he'd
hurt her and she hadn't liked it, although she did feel some pangs that
made her think that she might really like it with someone who knew what
they were doing.  And Mr.  Harris seemed to know.  At one point he pulled
out of Tanya, lubed himself up with more vegetable oil--it being the
kitchen, that's what they were using for lube--and then thrust himself back
into her.

   Mr.  Harris had a really nice cock, just like his wife had said.  It was
a bit bigger than his son's.  And the sight of it against Tanya's
milk-chocolate skin was just too much for Ana.  She felt herself getting
wet again, and it was all she could do to keep herself from masturbating
right there.  She was afraid that if she started, she wouldn't be able to
stop and would end up fucking Mr.  Harris and losing her job--she still
hadn't internalized the idea that it was okay for her to fuck the boss,
that his wife wouldn't not only mind, she'd encourage it.

   Ana slipped out and headed back to her room.  This was all too much. 
Once there, she shut and locked the door.  She was on fire with lust.  She
stripped, threw herself down on the bed, and started masturbating
furiously. She didn't even bother breaking out her vibrator.  She was in
too much of a hurry and knew she wouldn't need it.

   Her clit was fully erect and poking out of its hood.  Scooping up some
of her vaginal juices with her fingers for lube, she just started rubbing
it, closing her eyes and sinking her head into the pillow.  Recollections
of everything she'd seen that morning cascaded through her brain, a
kaleidoscope of images.  Mrs.  Harris going down on her daughter.  She'd
never seen two women get it on outside of a porno.  Brother and sister
fucking.  Mother and son fucking.  Then Mr.  Harris giving it to Tanya. 
That was the image that sent her over the edge.  Tanya was so beautiful,
and the contrast of his white skin on her black flesh was just too much for
the pleasure center of her brain.

   It was like her brain short-circuited from sensory overload.  Too many
images and too much clitoral stimulation all at once.  She didn't actually
lose consciousness, but may as well have, because her higher brain
functions essentially stopped working.  Wave after wave of pleasure swept
over her.  It was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had.

   She came back to reality a few moments later, lying in a pool of
wetness. She wasn't sure, but thought that she may have squirted.  She'd
never done that before.

   Weak-kneed, she made her wobbly way to the shower to get cleaned up. 
After all, she had a day of housecleaning ahead of her, and she knew of at
least two bedrooms whose sheets needed laundering.

   * * *

   That was just the beginning.  Over the next few days Ana witnessed more
different types of sex than she had dreamed possible.  But she couldn't
bring herself to participate, and alternated between states of sexual
excitement and multiple daily masturbation sessions, continually ducking
back into her room to relieve the tension.  As a result, within a few days
she had worn out the batteries in her vibrator.

   The first thing she saw was Mr.  Harris and Amanda the night after she
had seen the Mrs.  and the two kids.  Ana was curious, wondering if more
fucking was going on, so she went through the house at about ten p.m.,
ostensibly to see if there was any spot cleaning to do before turning in
for the night, or at least that would be her excuse if anyone asked why she
was wandering through the house, but it was pretty quiet.  Mr.  Harris was
at his desk in the office that was below her room.  Ryan was evidently out,
and Ana didn't see Mrs.  Harris, but the master bedroom door was closed and
she could hear the television, so she was probably in there.  There was a
light in Amanda's bedroom and the door was open, but before Ana could walk
past, she saw Mr.  Harris coming in the other direction, toward the master
bedroom.  He must have finished whatever he had been doing in his office
and come upstairs to turn in.  Ana stopped and stepped into an alcove in
the hallway as he paused at the doorway to his daughter's room.

   "It's good to have you back home for the summer," he said to someone in
the bedroom, presumably Amanda.  "I've really missed you this year.  It's
not the same without you here."

   Amanda replied, but Ana couldn't make out the words.

   "It's not just that," he said, smiling.  "I just like having my little
girl around." Amanda said something else, and then he said, "that's good to
hear.  I'm glad all those young college studs haven't made you forget all
about your dad." Ana could hear Amanda murmur something else, and then he
went into her room.

   Ana crept up and peeked through the open doorway.  Amanda was on her
knees before her father, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his fly, and then
pulling his pants and underwear down around his ankles.  She took her
father's soft, but rapidly hardening cock in her hands and gave the head a
kiss.  "This is one guy I have really missed," she said, smiling and
looking up into her father's eyes.  Then she took his penis into her mouth.

   It didn't take long for Mr.  Harris to get fully erect, but Amanda was
evidently not treating this blowjob just as a way to get her dad hard.  She
was intent on oral pleasure.  She licked around the head, paying special
attention to the cleft in the head, doing the best she could to insert the
tip of her tongue down her father's urethra.  Once he was fully hard, she
could no longer get his whole cock into her mouth, so she spent some time
running her tongue and lips down the underside of the shaft.

   Mr.  Harris threw his head back, and as he did so, Ana thought she saw
him hesitate for a moment.  He was looking in her direction and may have
seen her, at least an expression of recognition passed over his face.  She
tried to make herself as small as she could, peering around the corner of
the door jamb.  Her hand, again with a seeming will of its own, rubbed
against her breast, tweaking her nipple.  A shudder of excitement passed
through her.

   She watched as Amanda stopped sucking, stood up, and guided her father
to a chair, making him sit, his nine-inch cock sticking straight up.  Then
she climbed onto his lap and lowered herself, impaling herself on his
shaft. Ana's other hand dropped to her crotch, and she started rubbing
herself through her jeans.

   Amanda's breasts were at her father's mouth level, and the man attacked
them hungrily as his daughter started slowing rocking back and forth on her
father's cock.  Amanda grasped her father's face and turned it upward,
lowering her own to kiss him deeply.  Ana's hand slipped inside her jeans.

   The two continued kissing and fucking for several minutes, then Amanda
lifted herself off her father, walked over to the bed and lay face down. 
Her father came up behind her and entered her from behind, fucking her
harder this time, reaching around and rubbing his daughter's clit as he
pounded her.  Amanda became very vocal, grunting loudly with each thrust.
Surely Mrs.  Harris down the hall in her bedroom could hear.  Ana
unbuttoned her jeans to make more room for her rubbing.

   Soon the young woman was shuddering and yelling even louder as her
orgasm coursed through her.  Mr.  Harris kept up his pounding for a few
more minutes before he threw back his head, emitting a quieter, "Oh, God!
Oh, God!" as he ejaculated inside his daughter.

   Mr.  Harris didn't pull out immediately, leaning down to kiss his
daughter.  Then as his penis softened and slipped out of her, Amanda stood
up, turned her father around, slapped him on the ass, and told him, "Now go
and tell Mom what you've done."

   Mr.  Harris left the room, and Ana had to scramble to get back to the
darkness of the alcove a short distance down the hall.  It was hard to move
quickly with one hand jammed down her pants.  She thought the man looked in
her direction as he went into his own bedroom to confess to his wife what
he had just done with his daughter, but Ana couldn't be sure if she had
been seen.

   Then the next day Amanda witnessed her first dungeon scene.  She had
checked the dungeon several times each day, but it had remained unused
until her fifth day on the job.

   That day she finally got up the courage to talk to Tanya about watching
Mr.  Harris fuck her in the ass.  When she mentioned that she had seen
them, Tanya said, "Girl, I was wondering when you were going to bring that
up.  You should have joined us, or do you just like to watch?"

   That began a conversation in which Tanya told her, without going into
specific detail about sexual practices, which she said Ana "would learn in
due course," about what went on the Harris household.  Mrs.  Harris, or
Susan as Tanya called her--Ana couldn't bring herself to call her boss by
her first name quite yet--ran the show.  When Amanda was around, the
daughter also tended to take charge.  The two men were submissive,
following the lead of the women.  Tanya said that everyone knew Ana had
been watching them, and everyone was cool with it.  In fact, they thought
it was pretty hot, and had started to look around to see if the little,
black-haired Latina was peering at them from around a corner.

   "If you want to join in, don't be shy," said Tanya.  "We all think
you're totally hot and would love to have you." She licked her lips and
smiled, and a shudder again ran down Ana's spine.  She had never been with
a woman, had never really considered it, but the thought that this gorgeous
woman found her attractive really turned her on.

   "But just take your time, and do it if and when you are ready," offered
Tanya.  "It took me a couple of months to get up the nerve to join in."

   Tanya went on to declare that Michael, Mr.  Harris, was an extremely
accomplished lover with a huge dick, the best of all worlds.  Ryan was
almost as big, but not as artful in his lovemaking, more enthusiastic than
skilled.  Mrs.  Harris, Susan, was insatiable, up for anything at almost
any time.  About the only thing she didn't do was submission.  She was a
dominatrix by inclination, although she often engaged in more vanilla
lovemaking.  Amanda took after her mother.

   At that point Mrs.  Harris passed by in the hall, wearing a robe and
leading her husband to the stairs and down into the dungeon.  Ana's eyes
got wide.

   "You like to watch," said Tanya.  "Go for it."

   So Ana followed Mr.  and Mrs.  Harris down into the basement dungeon. 
She stopped outside the door, which the couple had left open, and again
peered around the jamb.  Mr.  Harris had already stripped naked and was
kneeling before his wife.  Ana watched as Mrs.  Harris slipped out of her
robe.  She was wearing a black leather bustier and thigh-high, black
leather boots.  Her breasts were gorgeous, perfectly round globes with big,
brown areolas.  She looked quite the dominatrix.  Ana watched as she
slapped her husband on the cheek, not terribly hard, but hard enough to
cause some pain and loud enough to send the crack of flesh against flesh
across the room.

   "Now, you know the drill," Mrs.  Harris told her husband.  "Lick my
pussy well, and you will be rewarded.  Don't satisfy me, and you will be
punished." She then pushed her husband's face into her crotch.

   From across the room Ana couldn't really make out how well Mr.  Harris
was doing at his assigned task.  He was facing away from her, and all she
could see was the back of his head, with Mrs.  Harris's hand pushing it
into her nether regions.  Mrs.  Harris, on the other hand, was quite
expressive.  She was biting her lower lip and her nipples were hardening
into pencil erasers.  So he was probably doing a good job.  She pushed his
head harder into her crotch, and after a few minutes shuddered with her
first orgasm.

   "That was acceptable," she said, passing judgment on her husband's pussy
eating.  "I guess I should reward you.  What do you want?  To be jacked off
or to be fucked up the ass?"

   Ana hoped he would choose the latter.

   Mr.  Harris said something in a low voice.  Ana couldn't hear it.

   He was slapped again.

   "You need to speak up, slave.  If you want your reward, claim it."

   "Please fuck me in the ass, mistress."

   "Okay, onto the horse."

   Mr.  Harris went to the center of the dungeon where there was a wooden
horse with padding on the top and restraints at the four corners, halfway
to the floor.  Ana watched as her employer bent face-down over the horse,
slipping his ankles and wrists into the restraints, presenting his ass to
his wife.

   For her part, Mrs.  Harris was strapping on a dildo.  It looked about
six inches long and reasonably thick, about average size for a dick in
Ana's experience.  Mrs.  Harris slathered lube all over it and moved behind
her husband.

   Mrs.  Harris pressed the tip of the dildo against her husband's
sphincter and slowly started to push.  When she got to what looked to Ana
to be about an inch inside she stopped for a few moments, evidently to let
Mr.  Harris get used to the dildo that was invading his ass.  She slapped
him on the buttocks and said, "Do you want more?"

   "Yes, please, mistress."

   She resumed the slow pushing, stopping again when it was about halfway.
She didn't wait all that long this time, and resumed the slow progress
again after a few moments.  Mr.  Harris grunted his approval.  Ana
unbuttoned her jeans and slipped her hand down the front of them.

   Mrs.  Harris proceeded slowly, but it wasn't long until she was sunk all
the way into her husband's ass.  She reached underneath him and gave his
penis a few tugs.  "Enjoying this, my slave?"

   "Yes, mistress."

   "Does my dick feel good in your ass?"

   "Yes, mistress."

   "Do you want me to start fucking you?  Do you want it hard?"

   "Yes, fuck me hard.  Please, mistress."

   Mrs.  Harris started rocking her hips back and forth, drawing the dildo
out almost all the way, before plunging it back in again.  She started
slowly, but picked up speed as she went, and after a bit she was pounding
her husband rather hard.

   Ana heard a noise at the top of the stairs.  Someone was coming down. 
There was nowhere to hide.  She couldn't go back up the stairs without
being seen by whomever was coming down.  Her only choice was to step into
the dungeon itself.  There was no real place to hide there either, but at
least she could stand off to the side and hope no one noticed her, maybe
getting a chance to slip back out.  Mr.  Harris was too busy with the dildo
up his ass to notice her, and Mrs.  Harris was concentrating on giving it
to her husband.  So maybe she wouldn't be noticed.

   The people coming down the stairs were Amanda and Tanya.  The college
student was leading the cook by the hand, and Amanda was wearing a leather
harness and spiked heels.  She led Tanya into the middle of the dungeon,
beside her parents, and started kissing the African-American woman.  Tanya
responded.  Ana just watched, her own hand again down inside her pants, as
the daughter French-kissed the cook while her mother fucked her father in
the ass only an arm's length away.  What kind of house was this?

   After a few minutes Amanda broke the kiss and ordered Tanya to undress
and kneel before her.  Once the cook was naked and on her knees, Amanda
unceremoniously pushed her pussy into her servant's face.  Tanya took to it
immediately, plunging her tongue into Amanda's vagina, and licking upward,
over and around her clit.  Ana, closer now, had a better view of both
couples.  Mrs.  Harris kept fucking away at her husband, but her eyes were
on what her daughter was doing.

   Amanda grabbed Tanya by the hair and pulled her face away from her
snatch.  Turning to her mother Amanda asked, "Do you want her to lick your
asshole, mother?"

   "Yes that might be enjoyable."

   "You heard her.  Lick your mistress's asshole clean," Amanda said to
Tanya.

   The cook obediently moved behind the older woman, spread her round
cheeks, and began tonguing her anus as Mrs.  Harris continued to fuck her
husband.  For her part, Amanda climbed on top of the horse, in front of her
father, and gave his tongue access to her pussy.

   This was too much for Ana.  The sight of the wife fucking the husband in
the ass while he ate out the daughter and the cook rimmed the wife was just
too much.  Usually Ana's orgasm built slowly, and she could tell when it
was coming.  This time it came without warning hitting her hard and fast.
Next thing Ana knew was that she was sitting on the floor, back against the
wall, and her legs splayed open and shaking, another pool of liquid forming
in front of her.  The others hadn't seemed to notice.

   Amanda was thrashing about in the throes of her own orgasm, nearly
falling off the horse.  Evidently, her father had done the job well.  When
she had calmed down, Amanda went over to a table on which several sex toys
were displayed, picked up a strap-on, somewhat larger than what her mother
was wearing, and started putting it on.  When she had it on, she walked
over to her mother and whispered something in her ear.  Ana couldn't hear
what she said.

   Mrs.  Harris pulled out of her husband, turned, and commanded Tanya to
lick her dildo clean.  The cook obediently complied, giving her mistress a
blowjob.

   Amanda ordered her father to get out of his restraints--he hadn't been
tied, the straps were only looped around his wrists and ankles--to place
his hands on the horse and bend over.  Her father meekly obeyed his
daughter without uttering a word.

   Amanda slathered a generous amount of lube on her dildo and moved behind
her father, preparing to peg him.  She wasn't as gentle as her mother had
been.  She positioned the tip of the dildo at her father's anus, and with
one thrust buried the seven inches all the way to the hilt.  She
immediately began pounding away.

   Meanwhile, Mrs.  Harris had Tanya stand up and fastened her wrists into
a pair of cuffs that were hanging from the ceiling.  She moved behind the
cook, one hand on the black woman's breasts and the other in her pussy, and
proceeded to watch her daughter fuck her husband.  Ana was clearly in her
line of vision; both Mrs.  Harris and Tanya could see her, but neither one
acknowledged her presence.

   It wasn't long before Tanya started writhing in orgasm, brought about by
Mrs.  Harris's expert fingers and the vision of daughter-fucking-father
that was before her.

   When she had come, Mrs.  Harris uncuffed her and laid her on the floor,
and then straddled her face, lowering her own pussy to her servant's
waiting tongue.

   Ana watched Tanya begin to expertly lick her mistress's pussy, while
Amanda continued to fuck her own father in the ass.  That familiar itch
began in her loins, and Ana's hand again made its way down between her
legs. She could see Mr.  Harris's goodly sized and very hard cock swing
with abandon with each of his daughter's thrusts, while his wife started
yelping at Tanya's ministrations.  Mrs.  Harris grabbed her own breasts,
tweaking the nipples while the cook alternated between sucking her clit and
plunging her tongue deep into the older woman's vagina.

   It didn't take long for Ana to come to orgasm the second time, but this
time she felt it coming and it wasn't as intense, but no less pleasurable.
Convulsion after convulsion swept over her, but she kept watching and
rubbing.  It seemed to go on forever, then when she could take the pleasure
no longer, she erupted with a spurt of vaginal juice, and her clit became
as if too hot to touch, the lightest contact brought delightful pain.  Ana
realized that she must have squirted before too, but she hadn't noticed. 
This time, she was more aware.

   Mrs.  Harris came at the same time, squeezing her own breasts even
tighter and grinding down onto Tanya's face.  When she had finished, she
slipped off the cook, bent down and gave her a deep kiss.  Then she ordered
the cook to suck her husband's cock.

   Poor Mr.  Harris had been fucked all that time.  While he seemed to be
enjoying it, evidently the ass fucking alone wasn't enough stimulation to
get him off.  Tanya crawled over to him and took his cock into her mouth as
Amanda continued to pound away.  It only took a minute or two of sucking
and Mr.  Harris erupted, spewing cum all over the servant's face.

   Amanda slipped out of her father's ass, dropped to her knees by Tanya,
and began licking her father's cum off one side of the cook's face.  Mrs.
Harris joined her daughter, and together they cleaned Tanya's face with
their tongues, engaging in a series of three-way sloppy kisses, exchanging
the goo between them.

   Ana struggled to her feet and, wobbly-kneed, stumbled out of the
dungeon. All she could think of was a hot bath.  She would clean up the
mess later.

   * * *

   That evening Ana made her usual rounds of the house.  Given the
activities of the afternoon, she really didn't expect to find anyone
playing around, but as she passed by the master bedroom she noticed the
door had been left half-open, and there were some noises coming from
within. She crept closer and peered in.  A few days ago she would have been
terrified of exposing herself, but now she knew that the Harrises all knew
that she was watching them, so she positioned herself squarely in the
opening so she could see the entire bedroom.

   Ryan and his mother were standing in the middle of the room, naked and
kissing.  They were taking their time, simply kissing and running their
hands across each other's bodies, just enjoying the feel of naked flesh and
soft lips.  They seemed to be in no hurry to proceed to the next level or
to anything kinky.  Ana found it nice to watch two beautiful people
tenderly pleasuring each other.

   Then Ana saw Mr.  Harris come out of the bathroom, cross the room behind
his son, and start to kiss him on the back of the neck.  Ryan broke the
kiss with his mother, twisted his upper body and father and son kissed
deeply.  A shudder ran through Ana's spine.  She had never seen two men
kiss like this.  Sure, she'd seen some gay porn films and seen men kissing
in public, but this was different; it was live, and it was naked.  It took
her a moment to realize that it was father and son, and when she did,
another shudder ran through her, and she felt herself start to become damp
between the legs yet again.

   Mrs.  Harris took her two men by their semi-erect penises and led them
to the big, king-sized bed.  Ana watched as the three positioned themselves
in a daisy chain; Mr.  Harris started licking his wife's pussy; Mrs. 
Harris took her son's cock in her mouth, and to Ana's astonishment Ryan
took his father's cock in his mouth.  She didn't know why she was
surprised. The fact that Mrs.  Harris, Amanda, and Tanya had lesbian sex
didn't seem strange, but this was different.  Maybe it was because men were
supposed to be tough and gay sex seemed womanly.  Although both Mr.  H and
Ryan were anything but.  From some distance away, he appeared to be quite
experienced at it, taking most of his father's rather large cock without
gagging.  That would take some practice, and Ana wasn't even sure she could
do it herself.

   The three continued to pleasure each other as Ana watched and pleasured
herself.  They were taking their time, and so did Ana.  She thought that
this was a change of pace.  It wasn't the wild and kinky show that she had
been enjoying up to this point, but then she reminded herself that it was
incest and she was watching a son going down on his father.  As for her own
pleasure, she rubbed her breasts with one hand, while the other rubbed
between her legs.  She avoided touching her clit directly, taking pleasure
simply in her own touch rather than trying to achieve orgasm--she wanted
this session to be slow.

   Mrs.  Harris shuddered with a small orgasm, and with her release the
three switched up.  Ryan moved behind his mother, spooning her and entering
her from behind.  His father lay down behind Ryan and, after liberally
applying some lube to his penis, entered his son.  The three moved back and
forth in a slow rhythm, son fucking mother, father fucking son.  Ana
watched from the doorway.  This was different from watching a porn movie,
she thought.  Not only was it live and only a few feet away, but she
couldn't really see much, just three, beautiful naked bodies moving in
unison.  A gentle orgasm swept through Ana's body, waves of soft pleasure.

   Mr.  Harris was the next to cum.  It wasn't spectacular, he just
grimaced and then slowly withdrew from his son.  When she realized her
husband was spent, Mrs.  Harris pulled away from her son, turned him on his
back, and then climbed back on board his penis, riding him cowgirl style.
Ana watched as Mrs.  Harris impaled herself on her son's cock and started
rocking back and forth.  She fondled her own round breasts and stared
directly into Ana's eyes.  This time, Ana didn't look away.

   Ryan couldn't take this treatment for very long, and soon he was
throwing his head back, eyes closed, and moaning as he ejaculated into his
mother.  Mrs.  Harris broke eye contact with Ana and dropped down to kiss
her son.

   Ana collected herself and started to turn away from the door when she
realized that Mr.  Harris was standing next to her.  The man leaned in and
kissed her.  Ana returned the kiss.

   "We've really enjoyed your watching us these past few days," he said
after he broke the kiss.

   Ana looked away, not saying anything.

   "You know you're welcome to join us anytime.  You don't have to, but if
you're comfortable with it, we'd really enjoy something more than just your
watching."

   "Thank you," Ana replied.  "I don't think I'm ready yet."



   Chapter 2: Ana Takes the Plunge

   That night Ana lay awake, unable to sleep.  She was scared, scared of
what she was becoming.

   Since first witnessing the Harris family making love a week ago, Ana
thought of almost nothing but sex.  She enjoyed sex and had no problems or
hang ups about it, but it didn't consume her life.  And over the course of
this past week that's what sex had been doing to her.  She thought about it
constantly.  She patrolled the house, hoping to catch the Harrises going at
it.  Watching television in her room, she found that she wasn't paying
attention to what was on the tube, but was thinking about sex.

   She figured that there were three ways this would play out.  One, she
would turn into a sex-addled maniac.  Two, she would come out of this
hyper-sexed state and return to normal once the novelty wore off.  Or
three, she would have to quit her job.

   She didn't want to quit.  Not only was the money great and the work
light, but she liked the Harrises.  It wasn't just the sex; they were nice
people and good bosses.  Not stuck up or condescending like so many of the
rich people whose homes she had cleaned.

   Then she thought that maybe her problem was that watching all that sex
was getting her worked up, but she wasn't getting the right kind of
release. Masturbation was fine, but it wasn't the same thing as flesh on
flesh, that surrendering of control to another person.  When she touched
herself, she was in control, able to bring herself to orgasm or prolong it
as she wished.  But with another person, you were never in total control,
and that made all the difference.  It wasn't planned or mechanical; it was
uncertain and very human.  That made it more exciting.

   But she knew that she couldn't very well just dive into bed with all
five Harrises.  That would be too much too quickly.  She wouldn't know what
to do, and while that dom-sub play was fun to watch, she wasn't sure if
she'd enjoy actually doing it, like that time her boyfriend and she had
tried anal sex.  Sometimes the idea of doing something is more enjoyable
than actually doing it, especially when you don't know how to do it right.

   So no group sex and no dom-sub stuff, at least not to start.  Maybe she
could invite Tanya back to her bedroom.  The cook had all but said that was
willing to sleep with her, and it wouldn't be like fucking the boss.  But
she didn't know the first thing about pleasuring a woman.  And face it,
while she was open to the idea of sex with a woman, she wasn't naturally
inclined in that direction.  She was firmly in the attracted-to-men camp.
So no Tanya.  And that also meant she wouldn't be hitting on Mrs.  Harris
or Amanda, at least not at first.

   That left Mr.  H and Ryan.  Both were hot.  But Mr.  H was the boss and
married, and despite all that she had seen there was still the irrational
notion floating around her brain that she would get fired if she fucked the
boss.  Ryan was closer in age--his eighteen to her
twenty-seven--unattached, and less intimidating.

   So she resolved to pay a visit to Ryan's room the next night.  And with
that, she drifted off to a sleep filled with dreams of being fucked by a
couple of manly Harris studs.

   * * *

   The next day the Harrises were all out, so Ana had the house to herself.
Tanya was there, and they chatted a bit over coffee, but Ana couldn't bring
herself to tell the cook of her resolution.  What if she chickened out and
couldn't go through with it?  Eventually, though, Tanya needed to go
grocery shopping and begin to prepare dinner, so Ana left her alone.  She
tried to watch television in her room, but found she wasn't paying
attention.

   What was wrong with her?  It was just sex with a guy.  She hadn't been
this worked up over sex since high school.  She wandered the house again,
and found that Ryan had just returned.  He was walking down the hall to his
bedroom when Ana saw him.

   Ana almost let him pass before saying anything.

   "Ryan?"

   "Yeah."

   "I was wondering..." She found she just couldn't say it.

   "What is it, Ana?" asked Michael when it was clear that she wasn't going
to speak.

   "I was wondering if you, if you wanted to sleep with me."

   "Oh, yeah.  Of course.  I've wanted to sleep with you since I first saw
you.  I would have asked, except Mom said to let you join us in your own
time."

   A wave of relief swept over Ana.  "Well come on, then.  Let's go back to
my room," she said, taking his hand and leading him back to her apartment.
Ryan followed happily.

   Once in the apartment, she closed the door and leaned against it.  She
didn't think any of the other family members would come into her room, but
she didn't want to give the appearance of inviting them in.  For this first
time she wanted it to just be Ryan.

   She looked into Ryan's eyes, and the boy took the hint.  He leaned in,
and they began kissing.  It was almost chaste at first, just a brushing of
their lips together.  Then he pressed a bit more firmly, and she opened her
lips just a bit.  His tongue swept across her lips, not quite entering her
mouth.  Then unable to stand the teasing anymore, Ana grabbed his head and
pulled him hard into her, plunging her own tongue into his mouth and
wrapping one leg around his body, pinning herself between the door and his
body.

   Ryan's mouth was sweet, and he was a good kisser.  As they kissed, Ana
could feel him growing hard against her belly.

   She broke the kiss, pushed him away, and began unbuttoning her blouse.
Again Ryan took the hint and enthusiastically shed his clothes.  As soon as
the two were naked, Ana threw herself into Ryan's arms.  He swept her up,
carried her into the bedroom, and deposited her on the bed, throwing
himself down next to her.

   From there the pair took it more slowly.  They started kissing again,
more gently but still insistently, as their hands explored each other's
body.  Ana shivered at the feel of his hard body.  It was so good to feel a
naked man next to her.  It had been weeks.  She let the back of her hand
brush against his semi-hard cock.  Then she took it in hand, and gently
started to rub it into hardness.  It grew to full length, almost eight
inches and nicely thick.  His mother was right, this was indeed a very nice
cock.

   For his part, Ryan ran his hands over her breasts, circling the nipples
with his finger.  That felt delightful to Ana.  Then his hand drifted
south, gently caressing her belly before finding its way to her sex, which
was already glistening with a hint of wetness.

   The pair stayed locked in embrace.  Ryan broke the kiss for a while to
suck on Ana's nipples, before returning his attention to her mouth.  Ana
did the same for him, noticing that he shivered as she flicked her tongue
across his nipples.  Evidently, he liked it.

   The eighteen-year-old's inexperience, or perhaps it was his experience
as a sub to his mom and sister, showed.  He didn't move to the next level.
Ana was used to the guy taking charge during sex, but she suddenly realized
that she was almost ten years older than the boy and that she would have to
take the initiative.  She already had his cock in her hand, so she
positioned it at the opening to her vagina, rubbing the head back and forth
along her lips to lubricate it with her juices.  Ryan took the hint and
pushed forward, entering her.

   Ana gasped.  She wasn't used to anything this big.  The teen stopped,
fearing that he had hurt her.

   He hadn't.  Ana grabbed his buttocks and pressed him closer, forcing him
further inside.  He slipped into her sheath fully, down to the hilt.  Ana
marveled at the fullness.  Just having him all the way inside her was a
pleasure.  Then he started sliding in and out, and Ana experienced a
pleasure that she had never felt before.  Ryan's cock wasn't so big that it
was uncomfortable having him inside her, but it was big enough that it
stimulated her clit with each stroke.  No other man she had been with had
done that for her.  She closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and let him
rock her to orgasm.  It was a pleasant journey that took a while, but the
pleasure slowly mounted with each stroke until after some ten minutes she
could take it no longer.  Pleasure like burning fire stabbed through her
with every stroke, then she went over the edge.

   The pain of the pleasure became unbearable.  She shoved Ryan away from
her, unable to be touched down there, and convulsed as her orgasm rocked
her.  Usually Ana liked to touch herself throughout the orgasm, maintaining
the stimulation until she was done, but she couldn't touch herself now. 
She tried to touch her nipples, but they were too sensitive as well, as if
a wire ran from her clit to her nipples and then straight into the
reptilian pleasure-center of her brain.

   When she was through convulsing, Ana thought about climbing on top of
him and riding him to his climax, but she was still too sensitive.  So she
slipped down and took his cock into her mouth.  She was a bit worried that
she wouldn't be able to get much into her mouth, but was surprised that she
could get about two thirds of him in.  She thought about pushing it
further, but then thought that gagging on the first blowjob probably wasn't
wise.

   She pulled back, flicking tongue around the head and around the ring of
his retracted foreskin, then dove back down, taking him as deeply as she
could.  That was all that Ryan could take.

   "I'm coming," he said.

   It was nice that he gave her warning, thought Ana, but she didn?t mind
the taste of spunk and persisted in her sucking, and a moment later her
mouth was filled with salty goo.  At that she started to gag a little and
had to withdraw.  Spilling cum all over his cock and shaved pelvis, which
she then promptly vacuumed up with her lips and tongue.  It tasted good,
salty and clean.

   The pair lay there cuddling, not speaking, with Ana's hand still on
Ryan's penis, slowing coaxing it back to life.

   Ana was enjoying just being held and could have lain there like that for
hours, but the boy's cock began stirring.  Young men were amazing, the
rebound was so quick.  She flipped herself around, pushed his foreskin
back, and began sucking him again.

   Ryan began to push her legs apart, so she positioned herself on top of
him in a sixty-nine, and he began licking her pussy.  He was quite good at
it.  His mother and sister had taught him well.  He sucked on her clit for
several minutes, before switching to plunging his tongue into her vagina
and sucking on her lips, and then moving to flicking and swirling his
tongue around her clit.  Each time he kept at it long enough for Ana to
really enjoy the sensation and start to build toward orgasm, switching
before it became monotonous or she went over the falls.

   She began to emulate him, taking the head and upper shaft of his cock
into her mouth for a few minutes, before switching to licking the
underside, and then taking his balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue
around them.  Ryan grew rock hard, and if it were possible, even bigger.

   Eventually Ana decided that she needed him inside her again.  In the
past, she would have opted for cunnilingus over intercourse any day of the
week.  But the sensation of that large cock inside her was too new and too
tempting.  She slipped off Ryan and got on her hands and knees.  Ryan may
have been reluctant to take the initiative, but he was no fool.  He got the
hint and entered her from behind.

   He filled her with one, slow thrust.  It felt so good.  In keeping with
the tone of the session so far, he thrust back and forth slowly, gently. 
But Ana needed and wanted more.

   "Faster.  Take me hard," she ordered him.

   He complied immediately, picking up the pace and slamming her hard. 
God, that felt really good!  She had to dig her fingers into the mattress
to keep from being pushed off the bed.

   Her first orgasm came rather quickly.  Then there was a lull where she
just enjoyed the pleasure of his pounding, then the second and possibly a
third orgasm.  She wasn't sure if it was two or just one extended one.  Not
that it mattered.  Then as she came down from the heights, she felt Ryan
stiffen and groan as he came inside her.

   They collapsed next to each other, both sweaty messes.

   "That was great," said Ryan.  "I'm so glad you finally decided to join
in the fun, and especially glad you started with me."

   "Frankly, I was really nervous; I still am.  I've never done anything
like this before."

   "It didn't seem like your first time," he said smiling.

   "You know what I mean.  I've had plenty of sex before, but never
anything kinky like you and your family are into.  I picked you for my
introduction because, in addition to being good looking and having a nice,
big cock, you were the least intimidating.  Your dad is my boss, and I've
never been with a woman before.  Besides, your mother and sister seem
rather ...  aggressive."

   "Yeah, they're really into the dom thing, but don't let that fool you.
They're very considerate.  They won't push you into anything you don't want
to do."

   "How long have you and your family been having sex together?" She
finally got the burning question out there.

   "Amanda and I have been going at it for years.  Pretty much as soon as I
figured out that I liked girls."

   "I mean most brothers and sisters don't do it with each other."

   "Yeah, I guess it was growing up in this house.  Mom and Dad have always
been real casual about sex and nudity.  They're not nudists or anything,
but being naked was never a big deal around here.  I mean, it's not like
they were having sex in front of us when we were little, but we were always
seeing them naked, and I've always known they were swingers.  Even before I
really knew what sex was, I knew they were having fun in their bedroom with
friends.  And Amanda and I knew what was going on back home whenever they
shipped us off to a friend's house for a weekend so they could have a sex
party."

   "Wow.  That must have been a wild childhood."

   "Not really.  We didn't know anything different.  And when I was
thirteen, Amanda and I started having sex.  We knew we weren't supposed to,
that incest was bad, and we thought we kept it hidden from Mom and Dad, but
of course they knew, almost from the start.  But they never said anything.
Turns out that Mom had been having sex with her brother since she was a
teenager.  She still does."

   "Oh my God!"

   "Yeah.  My aunt and uncle and cousins and us are one big sex family. 
You'll meet them."

   "Wow.  So when did you start having sex with your mom and dad?"

   "That's actually pretty recent.  They waited until I turned eighteen. 
They started with Amanda when she turned eighteen, but kept that a secret
from me for an entire year.  I should have figured it out, but I didn't."

   "So on your eighteenth birthday they just grabbed you and took you into
the dungeon?"

   "Sort of, although the dungeon is new.  It used to just be a regular
basement.  It was a couple of days after my birthday when Mom came into my
room.  She was just wearing a robe, which wasn't unusual, that's how she
usually dresses when she's just hanging around the house, and she said she
wanted to talk and told me that she knew what Amanda and I had been doing."

   "You must have been terrified."

   "Yeah, I thought we were totally busted, but then she told me that her
and Dad had known about it for years and that she had fucked her brother,
so it was okay.  We weren't in any trouble.  Then she just put her hand on
my crotch and said that it was something that boys and their moms could do
too."

   "You must have been floored.  Was it a fantasy come true?"

   "Yeah, I didn't know what to say.  I said something; I don't remember
what.  I'd never really fantasized about it.  I mean, I'd wondered what it
would be like to fuck Mom, especially after I'd started fucking Amanda, but
it wasn't like a fantasy of mine or anything like that.

   "Anyway, she just started to unfasten my pants and took my dick out and
started giving me a blowjob.  I blew my load like right away.  She just
swallowed it and said that if I wanted more, to stop by her bedroom that
night.  Then she left."

   "What a way to leave an eighteen-year-old boy hanging," said Ana.

   "Don't I know it.  I couldn't do a fucking thing the rest of the day. 
It's all I could think about.  I was so horny."

   "I'll bet," she said, turning and snuggling up to him.  "So what
happened that night."

   "I waited around until I was pretty sure that Mom was in her room, then
I took a shower, put on a robe and went to her room."

   "Were you wearing anything else?"

   "No.  I could hear the shower running in the master bath, so just opened
the door.  Then I realized that Dad was in there too.  Mom was in the
shower, but he was just laying on the bed watching a porno on the TV with
the sound turned down.  I'd forgotten all about him."

   "You must have been freaked out."

   "Majorly.  But he just said that Mom would be out in a few minutes, and
that I could just get on the bed with him.  I realized that he must know,
but it was weird.  We didn't really say much.  We just lay there watching
the porno.  After a couple of minutes I heard the water turn off and a
little later both Mom and Amanda came out of the bathroom, naked.  They
were giggling and still drying themselves."

   "All four of you.  That must have been a surprise to see Amanda there."

   "Yeah, but instantly I felt better.  It all fell into place, and I
figured out that it was all cool.  Mom said that now I was here, we could
begin.  Mom and Amanda hopped on the bed and started giving Dad and me
blowjobs, Mom with me and Amanda with Dad.  Then we ended up fucking every
which way.  I don't know how many times I came, but we didn't quit until
two or three in the morning."

   "Did you and your Dad fuck too?"

   "Not that night.  Later that week he sat down with me and told me he was
bisexual, and if I wanted, the two of us could fool around.  But he said
that same-sex stuff was different for guys than for girls, and if I didn't
want to that was fine."

   "Are you bisexual?"

   "I dunno.  Maybe.  I'm not really into guys, but if something happens,
I'm cool with it.  It can be fun, but I'm not like Dad.  He's into both
guys and girls, and he's got some guy friends he has sex with on his own.
But the two of us don't fuck, not unless it's part of a group sex thing."

   "Do you like it when fucks you in the ass?"

   "Yeah," he smiled as he said that.  "It feels really good.  I liked to
be pegged too.  Amanda is really good at that.  She's death with a
strap-on. Better than Mom.  You should try it with her."

   "I dunno.  The one time I tried anal, it kind of hurt."

   "Had the guy ever done it before?"

   "No.  We were both totally new at it."

   "That's where you went wrong.  We could try it, but I'm still kind of
new at giving anal.  And Dad's kind of big for a first time, so you should
ask Mom or Amanda.  Especially Amanda.  Just tell her that you're an anal
virgin, and she'll treat you right.  It won't hurt at all, that is unless
you want it to."

   "I'm not really into pain."

   "Are you a dom?"

   "I don't know.  That's the kind of thing I've never tried.  I wouldn't
know how to be a dom.  I might like it though, so long as it's not painful.
I do like rough sex, but I draw the line at actual pain." Ana found Ryan
really easy to talk to.  He seemed eager to talk about it too.  He probably
didn't have any opportunity to talk to anyone about this.

   "That's cool.  You'll figure it out.  Just be sure to tell Mom that you
don't want pain.  Dad is a sub, and Amanda is more into psychological
dominance.  But Mom has a sadistic streak, but she won't do anything you
don't want, so don't worry about that so long as she knows your limits."

   "This is all so new to me.  It's kind of intimidating."

   "I'll tell you a secret.  You know how Mom seems so self-assured,
dominant, and in control?"

   "Yeah.  I've noticed."

   "The other night when you watched us, we were snuggling after sex, kind
of like you and I are doing now.  Anyway, she told me that she was
terrified of you."

   "Of me?"

   "Yeah.  She didn't know how you would react to all this.  She and Dad
are nervous as all get out.  They've never brought someone into the games
like this.  I mean, Tanya has been here forever, since back when it was all
behind closed doors.  And with new friends, they get to audition them and
work them into games bit by bit.  But hiring a live-in was a big step.  You
have no idea how many people Mom interviewed, and still she was sweating
bullets with you."

   "I had no idea."

   "Don't tell her I told you that.  Just know that you're not the only one
a little scared at all this."

   Ana leaned over and kissed the boy again.

   "Go tell your mother what we've done," she said, taking a hint from what
Amanda told her dad the other day.  "Tell her that she, Amanda, and your
dad can take me anytime they want, but that I'm still a bit nervous about
it, so they should be gentle."

   With that, she got up and went into the shower.

   * * *

   The next morning Ana was having a cup of coffee with Tanya in the
kitchen when she told her about sleeping with Ryan.

   "Don't you just love a big dick?" said Tanya, smiling.  "Michael's is
even bigger."

   "Yeah, I've seen it."

   "But you've got to feel it inside you, it's just wonderful."

   At that moment Mrs.  Harris breezed through the kitchen, evidently in a
hurry to get somewhere.

   "Tanya, have you seen the keys to the Benz?"

   "They're on the hook," said Tanya, glancing over to the wall where the
keys to the various cars the family owned hung.

   "Oh, yes.  Right where they should be.  I'd lose my head if it wasn't
attached." Then she noticed Ana.  "What are you girls talking about?"

   "Your husband's dick," said Tanya.  Ana blushed.

   "Oh, my favorite topic," said Mrs.  Harris.  "I wish I had time to
compare notes with you.  But Ana, I'm glad I caught you before I went out
for the day.  I'll be back about four, and I'd like to talk to you then."

   "Okay, Mrs.  H.  I'll be here," replied Ana somewhat nervously.

   "Don't worry.  It's all good.  See you then." And she breezed out the
door that led to the garage.

   "That could be ominous," said Ana.

   "She's probably just going to have the talk with you."

   "The talk?"

   "Yeah, Susan likes to talk about sex with someone before she sleeps with
them.  She'll go over what you like and dislike, what turns you on, what
your absolute no-noes are.  If you're into S&M or bondage, she'll discuss a
safe word.  That kind of thing.  It's a pretty smart idea, but I think she
does it to maintain control, or at least the illusion that she can control
things."

   "She doesn't get jealous of women sleeping with her husband?"

   "I've never seen it.  You have to understand, she and Michael are
absolutely devoted to one another.  To them, sex with others is just
rubbing bodies together.  Don't get me wrong.  They genuinely like the
people they take into their bed, and some, like Ryan and Amanda, they love.
But no one is ever going to get between the two of them.  They are soul
mates.  With them it?s true love."

   "I'm not sure I could do that," said Ana.  "I get having sex with
someone you don't love; I?ve done it often enough.  But I'm not sure I
could share someone I genuinely loved."

   "I know I can't," said Tanya.  "If I ever got married, I'd have to quit
this job."

   Despite Tanya's assurance, Ana was nervous about the meeting with Mrs.
H. But she needn't have been.  They sat down over coffee and Mrs.  H.  just
dove into the topic.

   "Ana, since you've decided to join in on our little games, I'd like to
get to know you a little better, to find out what your turn-ons and
turn-offs are, that kind of thing.  We don't want to overstep any
boundaries."

   "I understand."

   "First, don't worry about me getting jealous.  I don't.  You can fuck my
husband until the cows come home, and I won't care as long as it's all out
in the open.  The only rule that Michael and I have is that there are no
secrets between us."

   "That's what Tanya said, but I'm still a little nervous about it."

   "Of course.  After a while that will go away."

   "Now I know you're into guys, and I assume that you want to fuck my
husband too.  But are you into women as well?"

   "I've never been with a woman.  I think I'd enjoy it, but I've never
fantasized about it or anything like that."

   "Would you like to explore that side of your sexuality?"

   "I'd like to try it.  I'm pretty much game for trying anything."

   "Except pain.  Ryan told me that you're not into pain."

   "I've never done any kind of S&M, so I don't really know.  But I don't
think I'd like it."

   "That's fair.  Do you think you'd like to inflict pain?  Do you like to
slap your partners?  A lot of people are uncomfortable about inflicting
pain."

   "I've never done that.  I don't know."

   "Okay, we'll leave the hardcore S&M off the table, at least for now.  If
down the road you think you want to explore that aspect of your sexuality,
we can take it slow.?

   "Michael and I are both entirely bisexual, as is Amanda,?  continued
Susan.  ?We get turned on by both sexes.  Ryan is like you.  He's into the
opposite sex, but he is, I guess you would call it heteroflexible.  He'll
fuck a guy if the moment is right.  Ryan also said that you're not very
experienced with anal."

   "I tried it once with a boyfriend, but we didn't know what we were
doing. It hurt.  I've never tried it since."

   "Would you like to try it again?"

   "Do you enjoy it?"

   "Yes, I love it.  It's a very different sensation than being fucked in
the vagina.  I understand it's different, more enjoyable, for guys because
they have a prostate, but us girls can enjoy it too.  You don't cum like
you do from clitoral stimulation, but the feeling of having your ass
penetrated and filled is powerful.  Do you like the feeling of a man inside
your vagina?  Not just having someone play with your clit, but having him
fill you up?"

   "Oh, yes.  My last boyfriend, he was a total shit, except he and I had
this chemistry in bed.  Sometimes he would just keep his dick inside me,
not moving.  That alone made me cum sometimes."

   "Then you'll probably enjoy anal, just like me.  We'll leave it off the
table at first, and when you're ready just let us know."

   "Ryan said that Amanda was really good at giving anal."

   "She is, and she'd be happy to take you aside and show you how to do it
right.  Just ask her.  Now, you're not into pain, but do you like rough
sex? Hair pulling?  Spitting?"

   "Yes.  I love being taken by a guy, being thrown about or held down. 
I've never had my hair pulled or been spit on.  I guess I'm pretty
inexperienced."

   "Not at all.  This is pretty advanced stuff.  Most people have never
done anything except oral and vaginal intercourse.  You're a pretty
adventurous girl.  Don't worry about that.  And all these things I'm
bringing up, you don't have to do them.  If you try something, and it
doesn't do anything for you, we don't have to do it again.  If it turns out
that all you really want is vanilla, heterosexual sex that's fine.  Michael
and Ryan will be more than happy to fuck you vanilla.  Where were we?  Oh,
hair pulling and spitting.  Hair pulling, if done right, doesn't hurt. 
It's a way to control your partner.  Spitting is a dominance thing too.  We
can try it when we get rough, and if you don't like it just say something
and we'll stop.  Have you ever done any bondage?"

   "No.  I've had boyfriends hold me down so I couldn't move, but I've
never been tied up.  And I wouldn't know how to tie someone up."

   "Did you enjoy being held down?"

   "Yes."

   "Then we can try some bondage.  Light at first.  Just tying your arms to
the headboard or maybe handcuffs.  None of us Harrises are really into
hardcore rope play, but we've got a friend who is a master at devising
ingenious ways to tie people up.  So if you like the light bondage, you'll
have the opportunity to progress further if you want to.  Now Ryan said
that you didn't know if you were a dom or a sub."

   "I don't.  I've never done any dom-sub play."

   "But from your answers, I'm guessing that you have a submissive streak."

   "That's probably right."

   "Good.  You should know that the men here are also submissive.  So it
will be good to have a female sub to play with.  Amanda and I are both
definitely doms.  But don't worry.  We both enjoy vanilla sex too and we
bottom when the situation calls for it.  And the guys will be happy to
throw you around and pound you hard when you want it."

   Ana smiled at that.

   "Now, the only thing left to ask is, do you want to have sex with my
husband, and maybe with me?"

   "Very much."

   Mrs.  Harris smiled.  "Would tonight be too soon?"

   "No, tonight would be perfect."

   "Alright then.  Why don't you come by our bedroom at, say, nine."

   "I'll do that," said Ana with a slight hesitation in her voice.

   "And this time, come into the room instead of just watching from the
door."

   * * *

   If Ana had been nervous leading up to the afternoon interview, the wait
until nine o'clock was excruciating.  She felt a gnawing in the pit of her
stomach, and the delay made her perpetually wet between her legs, to the
point where she began to wonder if she would have any lubrication left by
the time the appointed hour rolled around.  She realized that Mrs.  Harris
had pulled the same tactic on her as she had on her son the first time they
had sex.  She had been reduced to a nervous wreck.  It really was a subtle
and very effective domination and control technique.

   Ana didn't know what to wear.  It wasn't a date exactly.  They weren't
going out anywhere, so putting on a nice outfit seemed wrong.  She could go
naked, but she wasn't confident enough for that.  She could show up in her
underwear, some sexy lingerie.  That might work.  But in the end she decide
to simply wear a robe.  That's what she'd seen Mrs.  Harris wear when
heading to or from the dungeon, so following her lead seemed right.

   As the hour approached, Ana showered.  She debated whether to put on a
touch of perfume, then decided not to.  She figured there would be lots of
sweat and other fluids, and simply being clean would be enough.  She did
put on some lipstick and a dash of blush, though.  Then she slipped on her
robe and walked to the master bedroom.

   The door was ajar.  Should she knock?  She thought about just slipping
into the room, but that might be pushing it.  She decided to compromise,
gave a light knock and walked into the room, closing the door behind her.
Michael and Susan were on the bed.  She figured that since she was going to
sleep with them, she should toss out formalities and think of them by their
first names.  Michael was naked, Susan wearing a robe, but which had been
thrown open.  She was slowly stroking him and he was running his hand along
the side of her left breast.

   But when she came into the room, Michael stood up and walked over to
her. He kissed her lightly on the lips.

   "We're so glad you decided to join us," he said.

   Then he took her by the hand and led her to the bed.  He reached up and
slipped the robe off of Ana's shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. 
Then grabbing her around the waist he forcefully, but not roughly, pulled
her close to him and kissed her deeply.  He was a good kisser, and she
could feel his cock hard against her belly.

   When they finally broke the kiss, Susan spoke, "Isn't he a good kisser?"

   "Yes, yes he is."

   Susan stood up and came up behind the maid.  Kissing her on the shoulder
she said, "If you don't mind, I'm going to play your usual role and just
watch and masturbate.  I want to turn the tables on you.  Is that okay."

   "Yes."

   "If the mood strikes, you and I might play together later on, but
Michael and I think you might be more comfortable just with him.  At least
to start." Then she moved away and stretched out on a day bed on the other
side of the large bedroom.

   Ana turned back to Michael and leaned in to kiss him.  His hands moved
down her back, cupping her buttocks and pulling her even closer to him. 
After about a minute they broke the kiss and Michael bent down, taking her
left breast into her mouth, circling her nipple with his tongue.  Her
nipples had always been especially sensitive, and Ana closed her eyes,
enjoying the sensation.  All too soon though he stopped, kissed her again
lightly.  Then she did the same for him, leaning down and taking first one,
then the other nipple in her mouth.  She gave each one a light bite, just a
nip, more pressure than pain.

   She dropped to her knees and was confronted with that magnificent cock
of his.  It was the first time she'd seen it up close.  It was at least
nine inches and nicely thick, bigger than his son's and circumcised.  Right
now it was standing at full attention, in all its glory.  She grasped the
shaft with her right hand and found that her fingers would not go all the
way around it.  A cock like this might ruin her, and she thought there was
no way that she would ever take something this big in her ass.

   Ana brought her left hand into play and began slowly stroking the shaft
two-handed.  She then leaned in and took the head in her mouth, swirling
her tongue around it.  Gradually she worked her way down the shaft,
eventually getting about half its length in her mouth before she gagged. 
Deep-throat had never been one of her skills, but she was surprised she
could get this much into her mouth.

   She continued to orally pleasure her boss, pushing his cock against his
belly so she could lick the underside and take his balls into her mouth. 
She realized that it was nice that he kept his pubic hair closely trimmed.
Ball sucking was much nicer without stray hairs getting in the way.

   She felt a tugging at her shoulders and realized Michael was trying to
get her to stand up.  She reluctantly let go of that cock, knowing that she
would have her fill of it soon, quite literally.  She stood up and Michael
lifted her up and deposited her on the bed.  Then he knelt and spread her
legs, going down on her and returning the oral favor.

   Again Ana just closed her eyes and let the man work magic with his
tongue.  Soon she felt her first orgasm building.  She grabbed his head,
pushing his tongue deeper into her pussy as she rode his face through
several convulsions, before pulling away and closing her legs because her
clit had become too sensitive.

   But Michael was not to be stopped.  He climbed on top of her, spreading
her legs again, and positioned the head of his cock at the opening of her
vagina.  He slowly pushed forward.  She dug her fingers into his back as
another wave of pleasurable pain swept through her like the shock from a
hot electrical wire.  A second orgasm rattled through her.  Never before
had she had multiples this close together.  It was like the night before
with Ryan.

   Michael did not stop thrusting, though, and when she climbed down from
the heights of ecstasy she settled into a valley of pleasure.  Each thrust
filled her and like his son's cock, his was big enough to stimulate her
clit while still inside her.  At first she felt that she could go on like
that forever, but after about ten minutes she felt the need for different
stimulation.

   Ana pushed Michael back, out of her, until he lay on his side.  She
dropped her head down, taking his cock in mouth again, tasting her juices
this time.  Then she settled into his arms, letting him spoon her.  She
reached down and guided his penis back into her pussy.  One of his hands
reached around and kneaded her breasts.  The other found her clit.

   She delighted in this, being in the arms of a big, strong, handsome man.
She realized that he was another woman's husband and that she was in the
room with them.  She opened her eyes and looked over at Susan, who had one
hand on her breasts and the other massaging her own clit.

   Ana locked eyes with her, for the first time seeing in her face the
pleasure of watching her husband take another woman.  It was wicked.  And
with this the third orgasm hit her.  She closed her eyes and let it wash
over her.

   Her next coherent thought was realizing that magnificent cock was
deflating inside her.  Michael withdrew, and she could feel a mixture of
his cum and her own juices trickle down her thighs.  She opened her eyes
and realized that Susan was now in the bed with them.  Ana didn't know that
she had the courage within her to do it, but she leaned over and kissed
her. Susan eagerly returned it, and for a few minutes they were locked in a
battle of lips and tongues.  It was the first time she had ever done that,
a sexual kiss with another woman.  Finally, they broke the kiss.

   "Your husband is magnificent," said Ana.

   "Yes, isn't he.  Would you mind if I pleasured you."

   Ana took a deep breath.  "Please," she said.

   Susan slipped down between Ana's legs, scooping up the trail of cum from
her thighs with her tongue.  Then she reached a finger inside Ana, not
deeply, and scooped out some more cum, putting it into her mouth.  Then she
moved back up and kissed Ana again, sharing her husband's cum between them.
The mix of his and her own cum tasted good.

   Then Susan dropped back down between Ana's legs, taking her tongue to
the younger woman's clitoris.  Ana closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling.
It wasn't any different than a man, or at least an especially skilled man,
for Susan was good at pussy licking.  Flicking her tongue back and forth
quickly, swirling it around, and sucking it up with her lips.  Each
movement bringing its own special pleasure.  She even took Ana's clit
between her teeth, a sensation that sent a shiver down Ana's spine.

   She had cum so often already, the next orgasm was slow in arriving.  But
Ana didn't mind, and Susan seemed to be enjoying her ministrations. 
Susan's tongue was enjoyable even without orgasm.  But it did arrive
eventually.  Her fourth orgasm of the evening was less intense, but it
lasted longer than the first three.  Convulsion after lovely convulsion
rippled through her, and through it all Susan kept up the stimulation,
prolonging the experience.  But eventually she was tapped out.  She reached
down and pulled Susan's head up to her own, and the two women kissed again.
She could taste her own juices on Susan's mouth.

   As they kissed, Ana's slipped her hand between Susan's legs.  She very
much wanted to return the favor, although she didn't know how good she
would be at it.  She broke the kiss and dropped her mouth down, taking
first one of Susan's firm, round globes into her mouth, then the other. 
After a few minutes, she continued downward journey, leaving a trail of
kisses down the woman's belly, until she came to the closely cropped patch
of hair above her pussy.  Now was the moment of truth.

   "Just do what you like to have done to yourself," came Susan's
reassuring voice.  "I'll tell you what I like and want more of."

   Ana gently laid a kiss on the Susan's clit, and then gave it a tentative
lick.  She dropped a little further down, and placing her tongue in the
woman's vagina and starting a long, slow upward lick.  She tasted musky and
tart.  Ana had been afraid that she wouldn't like it, but it was quite
nice, in its own way.  She then concentrated on Susan's clit, doing what
Susan had done to her, quick flicks of the tongue across and swirls around
the click, and sucking it up with her lips.  When she sucked on it, Susan
grabbed her head, pressing it harder into her crotch, moaning "that's it,
that's it."

   Ana looked up at her boss.  The woman had her eyes closed and lips
pursed between the moans.  Michael was at work sucking his wife's nipples.
It wasn't long before the two of them brought Susan off.

   When her convulsions were complete and she had rested a moment, Susan
pulled Ana to her again.  They kissed, then Susan asked, "Did you enjoy
that?"

   "Yes, very much.  I'm not about to give up men," she said, winking at
Michael, "but I'm definitely going to do more with women from now on."

   "Now, since you still like men, do you think you can get Michael hard
again so I can fuck my husband?"

   Without saying anything, Ana leaned over and took Michael's penis into
her mouth.  Soft, she could fit the whole thing in her mouth, but it
rapidly expanded back up to its full length and girth.

   When it was fully hard, Ana stopped sucking and moved aside, allowing
Susan to lower herself onto her husband's cock.  Susan closed her eyes and
smiled as she did so, clearly enjoying the feeling of being impaled. 
Michael motioned Ana to come sit on his face, and she happily obliged him.
The two women's faces were inches away as Michael's cock and tongue
pleasured them.  Susan leaned in and the two women kissed as they rode his
cock and tongue.

   Susan quickly came to another orgasm, and then another shortly afterward
as Michael's cock showed no signs of flagging.  For her part, Ana didn't
think she could cum a fifth time.  Michael's tongue was delightful, but she
didn't feel the orgasm build within her.  When it came, it surprised her,
far more intense than her earlier ones, she slipped off Michael's face, too
sensitive to bear the licking anymore.

   She just lay there as she watched Susan, finished with her last orgasm,
climb off her husband and jack him off to yet another orgasm.  This one had
very little cum.  Evidently Michael was spent.

   The three just curled up together, lightly kissing and running their
fingers along each other's bodies until they fell asleep.

   Ana woke to bright daylight.  She had slept for about nine hours.  She
was alone in the bed.  Susan was already dressed and putting on her
earrings.  She could hear the shower in the bath, so that must be Michael.
See that she was awake, Susan came over to her, leaned down, and kissed
her.

   "I hope you enjoyed that as much as Michael and I did," said Susan.

   "Yes.  You two are incredible.  I didn't know I could cum that often."

   "You brought out the best in us.  Our vanilla sex usually isn't that
intense, or prolonged.  Do you think it is something you'd like to keep
doing with us?"

   "Absolutely."

   "You're welcome to join us anytime.  If the bedroom door is open, we're
looking for company."

   "Okay.  I'll do that."

   "Oh, and to let you know.  My brother and sister-in-law and their three
children are coming for the weekend.  They want to see Amanda now that
she's home."

   "All right."

   "And they're like us.  So you don't have to hide anything."

   Ana's eyes went wide.  Ryan had told her about the cousins, but faced
with the prospect of them actually arriving was something else.  "I don't
think I could handle more people like you."

   "Whether or not you play with them is up to you.  They know who you are
and that you're discreet.  But they don't know you've been joining in with
us.  So if you want to take it easy and get to know them first, no one will
be expecting you to join in.  They visit fairly often, so there will be
plenty of opportunities in the future if you change your mind."

   "Okay.  I'll join in if I feel comfortable."

   "Great.  Now I'm off.  See you this evening." And with that Susan left
for the day.

   Ana got up, stripped the sheets off the bed and remade it with fresh
ones.  Then she carried the dirty sheets to the laundry.  She realized that
she stunk of sweat and sex, but decided to check the other bedrooms before
taking a shower.  Ryan's bed didn't need changing, so she just made it, and
then went to Amanda's room.

   The girl was in her room when Ana appeared.  Ana suddenly realized that
she was nude and covered with dried juices of various sorts.  But before
she could disappear Amanda saw her and beckoned her in.  Ana started to
strip the bed when Amanda spoke.

   "Mom says that you might want to try anal," said the girl.  Making no
notice of Ana's appearance.  Evidently being covered in sex in the morning
was no big deal at the Harris house.

   "Yeah.  I had one bad experience, but both your Mom and Tanya said that
you are a good teacher and can show me how to do it right."

   "When would you like to try it?"

   "Not today.  I just spent the night with your mom and dad.  I'm wiped."

   Amanda smiled.  "They do that to first timers.  When do you usually have
your bowel movement?"

   Ana was a bit taken aback by the directness of the question, but she
answered, "usually around nine a.m."

   "Cool.  Why don't you come by here tomorrow at about ten.  Shower first,
paying special attention to cleaning your butt, and we'll try it.  That way
you'll be all clean down there.  That usually makes it more pleasant."

   "I don't need an enema or anything first?"

   "No.  You can give yourself one if you want.  But as long as you've gone
to the bathroom beforehand, it's not necessary."

   "Okay, it's a date."

   Ana finished making Amanda's bed, wondering what she had gotten herself
into.

   * * *

   It was a good thing that she had waited a day before making that
appointment with Amanda.  She needed the day to recover.  But the delay
also built the anticipation within her.  She hadn't been with Amanda yet,
and the memory of painful anal sex kept rearing up.  She was nervous, but
unlike her previous encounters with members of the Harris family, she
wasn't looking forward to it.  She was afraid, thinking that for the first
time she might have to bail on one of the family's sex games.  It was all
happening too fast.

   So it was with trepidation that at ten the next morning she made her way
to Amanda's room, clean inside and out.

   Amanda's door was open, so Ana walked in, closing the door behind her.
She didn't want more company for this.  Amanda was naked, sitting on the
bed, and spread out next to her were a variety of toys, ranging from butt
plugs of various sizes, a few vibrators, a strap-on dildo, and a magic-wand
vibrator.  To Ana's relief none of the toys were all that large.

   Amanda patted the bed, signaling Ana to sit beside her, which the maid
did.

   "There's nothing to be nervous or afraid about," Amanda assured her. 
"Anytime you want me to stop, I will.  No question.  It won't hurt, I
promise.  It may feel a bit uncomfortable at first though, but if you keep
at it you'll find you really start to like it.  If you really don't like
it, that'll be it.  It's all about pleasure and fun.  No one in this house
will ever push you into doing anal or anything else you don?t want to.  Are
you ready?"

   Ana nodded.

   "We'll start out with some oral, just to get you in the mood.  Then I'll
move on to rimming and then fingers.  Then we'll try some of the butt plugs
and vibrators.  We may or may not get to the strap-on today.  It all
depends on how receptive your butt is.  Sometimes it takes several sessions
to work up to that."

   She paused and Ana nodded.

   "Anytime you want, go ahead and use the magic wand on your clit," Amanda
continued.  "Anal alone probably won't get you off.  You're not a guy and
you don't have a prostate.  It'll feel good once you're used to it, but it
won't be earth-shattering all on its own, but the combination of anal and
the magic wand can be heaven.  Now, is it okay if I touch you."

   Ana nodded yet again, and Amanda leaned in and kissed her.

   For the second time in her life, Ana returned the kiss of a woman. 
Amanda was more tentative, gentler than her mother, but it was no less
erotic.  Ana felt the younger woman's right hand on her breast, and she too
moved her right hand to cup Amanda's breast.  It was smaller than her
mother's, all natural.  The two fell back onto the bed, continuing to kiss
and explore each other's bodies.

   Ana felt Amanda's hand slip between her legs and gently push her legs
apart.  Amanda placed her hand over Ana's sex, with the heel of the palm
pressed against her clit.  She didn't move it, but just kept applying
gentle pressure as they kissed.  Ana felt herself growing wet.

   In a pause in their kissing Amanda said, "why don't you climb on top of
me, sixty-nine."

   Ana obliged and found herself looking at the younger woman's pussy.  It
was shaved and waxed, completely hairless.  She felt Amanda's fingers
gently spread her lips and her tongue lick at her slit, so she did the
same. The girl tasted clean, with only the faintest hint of musk, quite
different than her mother.  Amanda started licking and sucking in earnest,
so Ana followed suit.

   Ana marveled at how different this was than sixty-nine with a guy. 
Amanda's body was softer and less hairy, and Ana could feel the girl's
breasts rub against her belly.  She was starting to gain an appreciation
for sex with a woman.  But just as she was getting warmed up, Amanda put a
stop to it.

   "Time for some rimming," announced the girl.

   She positioned Ana on her knees, bent over so that she was face down on
the mattress, her ass sticking high in the air.

   Amanda must have noticed a look on Ana's face, because she said, "Don't
worry, nothing's going inside just yet." And with that she spread Ana's
cheeks and buried her face between them.

   Her tongue felt nice, a bit ticklish.  It wasn't at all like having
one's clit sucked, Ana thought.  There was no electric shock of pleasure,
just a comfortable, wet caress.  She relaxed and let the girl do her work.
At first she thought it was nice, but would quickly get boring.  But as
Amanda kept licking, it became more and more pleasurable.  She understood
what Amanda had said about the magic wand vibrator.  She reached for it,
turned it on, and pressed it against her clit.  Instantly Ana was
transported.  The combination of sensations, the hard buzzing from the
front and the gentle licking from the back, became intense.  The vibrations
were too much.  She placed her hand over her clit and then the wand against
her hand.  That slowed things up and evened out the sensations nicely.  She
could have this done to her all day long.

   "Are you ready for a finger?" asked Amanda.

   "Yes," said Amanda, not sure if she meant it.

   Suddenly she felt a cool glop of lube on her anus, and then Amanda's
fingers as she spread it around, sticking just the tip of a finger into her
hole to ensure some lube went in.

   "Now try and relax your butt," said Amanda.  "I know it's easier said
than done the first time, but it's a lot easier if you loosen up."

   Ana tried to relax, but when she felt the tip of Amanda's index finger
enter her anus she stiffened.

   Amanda stopped pushing forward, leaving the finger in Ana's ass.  "Now
relax."

   After a moment, Ana managed to unclench, and she felt Amanda's finger
begin to slowly slide into her.  It wasn't bad at all.  It felt a bit
funny, like she had to go to the bathroom, but it wasn't at all painful and
the ring of her anus actually felt quite good.  Very slowly Amanda began to
slide the finger in and out, occasionally circling around, as if to try and
expand her anus.  Then she felt Amanda begin to insert a second finger. 
This time she managed to stay relaxed and not clench up, and it slid in
more freely.  Soon Amanda was moving her two fingers in and out rather
quickly.

   "I think it's time for a butt plug, don't you?"

   Ana grunted assent.

   Amanda picked up the smallest plug, which was barely bigger than her
finger, and showed it to her.  "See, it's not that big.  So you don't have
to worry.  It's not as flexible as a finger, so it will feel a little
different though."

   More lube and then the tip of the plug pressing against her sphincter.
It slipped right in.  Ana could barely feel it though.  She didn't feel at
all full and only the ring of her anus registered any sensation.

   "I can't really feel anything."

   "That's good," said the girl.  "This one's really small.  That means we
need to go a little bigger."

   She picked up a medium sized butt plug and showed it to Ana.  At its
widest it was the size of an average penis, maybe a little more than an
inch in diameter.  Again Ana felt pressure on her anus, only the wider plug
didn't slide quite so fast.  Amanda used more lube and tried again.  This
time it slid in without resistance.  Ana could feel her anus expand to
engulf it.  It was a pleasant feeling, which surprised her.  Then suddenly
she felt it pop in as the widest section passed her anus and her sphincter
clamped down around the narrow part just above the flared base.

   Amanda picked up the magic wand, placed it against the base of the plug,
and turned it on.  Ana shuddered as the vibrations rocked her anus.  It was
incredible.

   "Play with your clit," Amanda commanded.

   Ana complied.  She started rubbing three fingers against her nub and
within a minute she was rocking with an orgasm, screaming into the pillow..

   "I'm going to pull it out now," said Amanda as soon as her partner had
settled down.  "You'll feel some tugging.  Don't clamp down, that will only
make it harder."

   And sure enough, Ana felt her sphincter resist the plug's removal.  She
did her best to relax, and with a pop the widest portion was out, with the
rest sliding quickly out.  The release was a pleasant feeling too, not
orgasmic, but nice.

   "I think you're ready for some strap-on play," said the younger woman.
"Do you want to try it?"

   "Yes.  If it's anything like that last bit..."

   "In a way it's even better.  You won't get the vibrations, but the
human-to-human contact makes it better."

   She climbed out of bed and girded herself with the dildo, greasing it up
with plenty of lube.  Then she climbed back into the bed.

   "Curl up in a fetal position, spooning me," Amanda commanded.

   Ana complied, feeling the woman's breast pressing into her back and the
slippery dildo pressing against her thighs.

   "Open your legs a little," said Amanda.  Then she placed the tip of the
dildo against Ana's asshole.  A little pressure and the tip was inside.  It
slid in easily, Ana guessed that her asshole was getting used to this. 
Another inch, and then another, and in no time it was buried inside her up
to the hilts.

   Amanda began sliding the dildo in and out, slowly at first, but picking
up speed as she went, pausing to add more lube as needed.

   "Use the wand," said Amanda.

   Ana didn't need to be told a second time.  She pressed the head of the
vibrator against her clit and switched it on.

   She was transported.  Amanda's steady thrusting and withdrawing into and
out of her ass, now at a rather fast clip, and the vibrations on her clit
carried her off to another orgasm.  And to her surprise she found herself
squirting copious amounts of juices out onto the sheets.

   When she was done she switched off the vibrator.  Amanda, getting the
signal, slowly withdrew.  Ana felt the dildo slide out, and again there was
that pleasant feeling of release.

   "You're a squirter," said Amanda.  "We can have some fun with that."

   "Yeah, I guess I am.  I didn't know I could do that until I came here."

   "Well then, I guess I don't have to ask if you enjoyed that," Amanda
said, gently kissing the back of Ana's neck.  "Now, as soon as you're
ready, it's time to get me off."

   Ana turned over, and the two women kissed.  Ana's hand found its way to
Amanda's crotch, and she slipped a finger inside.

   "It's not going to take me long," said Amanda.  "When I'm fucking you,
all that rubbing works me up, but it's not enough to get me off.  Here,
just lie back and spread your legs."

   Then she positioned herself between Ana's legs, pussies touching.  She
began to grind against Ana, who quickly caught on and began grinding back.
The skin-to-skin contact felt good, slippery with the mix of vaginal juices
and lube.  Ana closed her legs a bit to get a better purchase on the other
woman, who was throwing her head back and moaning.  She was right, it
didn't take much to push her over the edge.

   When Amanda's orgasm was over, the two women lay next to one another,
faces almost touching.

   "I think you're ready to fly solo next time," said Amanda.  "You don't
need another anal lesson from me.  Just remember, use lots of lube and get
your asshole warmed up with fingers and small toys before shoving anything
big up there."

   "I'm not so sure," said Ana.  "Are you sure I can't have another
lesson."

   "Of course.  Any time."



   Chapter 3: Ana Meets the Cousins

   That weekend Susan?s brother, David Clark, and his family arrived for a
visit.  Ana, wondering what they--another family into incest--were like,
came out to see their arrival, but she hung back, waiting with Tanya like
good servants to be called upon if needed.  The meeting between the two
families seemed perfectly normal.  There was lots of hugging and chaste,
familial kissing.  It was just like any other sets of American cousins who
hadn?t seen each other in a while.

   David Clark was a few years older than his sister, a bit shorter than
Michael with a bit more gray in his hair.  Rebecca his wife looked like a
model.  She was almost supernaturally thin, not an ounce of fat on her,
with pale skin and long, black hair.  Two of their children were in
college, like Amanda.  Daniel was a slimmer, younger version of his dad,
and Ashley was small, like Susan and Amanda, but like her mother fair and
raven haired.  Kayla, the youngest at eighteen, was still in high school.
She had Susan and David?s olive complexion, but was curvy, naturally busty
and with big hips.

   The two families settled into the living room talking and catching up.
Tanya and Ana served drinks and snacks, and Ana was introduced to the
Clarks, but none of them tried to engage her in conversation, except for
Rebecca who said, ?I?ve heard good things about you, I hope to find out if
they?re true for myself.?  That was the closest anyone came to
acknowledging that something out of the ordinary was going on among the
family members.

   Ana mentioned to Tanya that she had expected something different, and
Tanya replied, ?Just give it time.?

   Sure enough, after about half an hour Ryan and Kayla slipped away and
headed upstairs to the bedrooms.  After waiting a discreet interval, Ana
discreetly followed them.  The door to Ryan?s bedroom was ajar, and Ana
took up her usual vantage point outside of it.

   The two teens were already naked, standing in the middle of the room,
and kissing.  Ana watched as Kayla dropped to her knees and took her
cousin?s cock into her mouth and started bobbing her head back and forth,
taking the entire penis with ease.  Ana was more than a little impressed
with that ability to deep throat Ryan?s cock; she knew from experience that
she couldn?t do it.

   After a few minutes of fellatio, Ryan picked his cousin up and pushed
her onto her back on the bed.  Then he knelt between her legs and went down
on her.  Kayla was soon moaning, and Ana remembered what Ryan?s tongue felt
like.

   She then heard some people coming up the stairs.  Her first instinct was
to hide, but she realized that she had nothing to fear.  Just the same, she
pressed her back against the wall of the hall, trying to be as unobtrusive
as possible.  It was Amanda and the other two cousins.  Amanda winked at
Ana as they passed, and Ana heard Daniel say, ?Are you sure she?s okay??

   ?Oh yeah.  She just likes to watch,?  responded Amanda.

   The three went into Amanda?s room, leaving the door open.  Ana peered
back into Ryan?s room, where the boy had stood up and, with his cousin
still lying on her back, ankles around his neck, was pounding her quite
hard.  Ana continued to watch, her hand slipping down inside her jeans,
rubbing her clit.

   After a bit more, Ana moved down the hall until she was standing outside
Amanda?s room.  Amanda and Ashley were on the bed locked in a sixty-nine.
Daniel was standing nearby, watching his sister and cousin go at it,
stroking his dick, which was already hard.  Ana was a bit disappointed that
it was only six inches or so, then she checked herself.  She was becoming
spoiled.  Daniel was hardly inadequate in the size department--at average
size he was bigger than some of the guys she had been with--and he only
suffered in comparison to his cousin and uncle.  And the rest of him was
just delicious.  He was slim, with a tight stomach and six-pack abs and
well-muscled but wiry arms and legs.  He wasn?t a big guy in any dimension,
but he was well built.  Ana imagined what he could do to her, and the
smaller cock could be an advantage in hard pounding.  She continued rubbing
her clit, but only to relieve the most intense need.  She didn?t let
herself go over the falls.

   She turned her attention to the two girls.  Ashley was bit bigger than
Amanda, who was quite tiny, but she had smaller tits.  They looked, as far
as Ana could tell with the two cousins locked in the oral embrace, perky
and lickable.

   Daniel moved in behind his sister and started rubbing his cock against
her slit, then pushed into her and began sliding in and out of her cunt. 
For her part, Amanda shifted her oral attention to his balls, moving her
hand up to keep attending to Ashley?s clit.  Now and again Daniel would
slip out of his sister, allowing Amanda to take his dick into her mouth for
a while, before returning to his thrusting.

   Ana began wondering what the parents were up to and headed downstairs.
She found Susan and her brother still in the living room.  They were
talking.  She listened for a minute, and they were just chatting about the
kids, how Amanda and Ashley were doing at college, that kind of thing.  It
sounded like any brother and sister in America getting caught up with
other?s doings.

   Michael and Rebecca were nowhere to be found.  They couldn?t have gone
up to the bedrooms without Ana seeing them.  She realized that they were
probably down in the dungeon, so she headed down that way.

   Sure enough, that?s where they were.  Michael was almost hanging by a
pair of handcuffs attached to the ceiling, arms extended above his head. 
His feet were on the ground, but his ankles were separated by a spreader
bar.  His cock was semi-engorged and his sister-in-law was thrusting a
good-sized dildo in and out of his ass.  She was evidently a dom as well.

   Ana touched herself again and realized she was sopping wet; her wet
panties had soaked through to her jeans, and it wasn?t all that
comfortable. She realized that she needed to change before she became badly
chafed in a region which would make sex uncomfortable, so she reluctantly
headed upstairs.  On her way she passed Susan and her brother David heading
down into the dungeon to join their spouses.  David gave her an
appreciative once over.  Susan winked.

   Ana considered turning around and joining them, but that would be a bit
too much.  This was all too new, and she was just getting used to the
Harrises.  She didn?t think she was ready to add the Clark family into her
sexual mix.  She might be up for a discreet tryst with David or Daniel, but
a dungeon orgy wasn?t a good idea for the night.  Then she remembered
Tanya. But unfortunately, Tanya had packed up the kitchen and gone home,
leaving some cold platters and reheatable items for everyone?s dinner.  It
looked like another night with the vibrator.  She could play with the
others tomorrow.  She left the kitchen and made her way to her apartment
without revisiting the kids in the other bedrooms.

   She threw open the door to her apartment, entered and quickly stripped
out of her wet pants.  The delay had taken the immediacy out of her urge to
orgasm, but her horniness was still there.  She reconsidered her plan with
the vibrator and opted for a bath.  A nice relaxing session with her
fingers in warm, soapy water was just what she needed.  So she drew a bath,
and just as she slipped into it she realized that the door to her apartment
was open.  No matter, she thought, no one was likely to come into her
apartment.  Besides, everyone else was engaged.

   She settled into the hot water, just lying there for a few minutes
trying to think of nothing but how nice the water felt.  Then she cupped
her breasts with her hands and slowly kneaded them, rubbing her index
fingers around her nipples.  She felt her pussy spasm and contract once. 
She was ready.  Her hands slipped down to her belly and then down further,
forcing her legs apart and rubbing her inner thighs.  She was in no hurry.
She was in the mood for a slow sensuous session.

   A thought of Ryan and his father both taking her, the older man in her
pussy, the son in her ass, flashed across her mind.  She moved her right
hand over her pussy, spreading her outer lips with her fingers.  Then with
her left index finger she circled the ring of her vaginal opening, just
brushing past the nub of her clit.  It felt very good.

   ?The door was open.  Would you like some company, or are you set on a
solo session tonight??  Rebecca?s voice interrupted her.  She had been
standing there with Kayla, watching the maid pleasure herself.

   Ana jerked her eyes open, and seeing the mother and daughter
instinctively moved her left arm to cover her breasts, keeping her right
hand over her pussy.  Then after a moment she relaxed, knowing there was
nothing to be embarrassed about, not with this family.

   ?I had planned to be alone,?  said Ana, ?but company is welcome.?

   ?Good, that?s what we were hoping,?  said Rebecca.  And the two women
knelt at the side of the tub.  Kayla leaned down and started sucking Ana?s
nipple, while her mother took over the task Ana?s hands had been
performing. Ana arched her back slightly, giving the two women better
access.

   The pleasure was exquisite.  Ana was just starting to work her way
toward a climax when Rebecca announced, ?I think we can have a bit more fun
if spread out on the bed.?

   Ana reluctantly stood up and the two women helped her out the bath,
bringing her towels and drying her off.  Ana had never felt so pampered. 
When she was dry, Rebecca took her by the hand and led her into the
bedroom, with Kayla following.

   The three lay down on the bed, Ana in between the mother and daughter,
with Rebecca casually running her fingers over Ana?s breasts and whispering
in her ear, ?What kind of things do you like?  Do you like it rough, to be
dominated??

   ?This is all so new to me,?  said Ana.  ?I?ve never been with a woman
before this week.  I think I like to be dominated, but I don?t want it
rough, at least not tonight.?

   ?So you?re in the mood for something slow and sensual.?

   Ana nodded yes.

   ?We can accommodate that.?  And with that Rebecca and Kayla each started
sucking on a breast, their hands finding their way down to Ana?s crotch. 
Ana put her head back, closed her eyes again, and just enjoyed the
ministrations of the two women.

   After a few minutes Kayla?s mouth left her breast and made a trail of
kisses down to her pussy, first kissing around the labia, then licking
around the vagina, thrusting her tongue inside, and finally focusing on
Ana?s clit.  First one, then two, then three of Kayla?s fingers slipped
inside Ana, searching for her G-spot.

   For her part, Rebecca moved, straddling Ana?s head and slowly lowering
herself down onto Ana?s awaiting mouth.  For the third time in her life Ana
tasted another woman?s pussy.  Rebecca tasted sweeter than her sister or
niece, but there was a pungent, sour scent of arousal.  Rebecca had been
excited for some hours now, and Ana could tell.  She plunged her tongue
deep into the older woman?s vagina as Kayla did the same to her.  Still a
little unsure of how to pleasure a woman, Ana took her clues from the girl.
Whatever Kayla did to her, she tried to do to her mother.  Evidently it
worked, both women came at about the same time, with Ana spraying Kayla?s
face with her juices, and Rebecca clamping her thighs hard around Ana?s
head, driving her sex even deeper into Ana?s mouth.

   Rebecca slid off the maid?s face, collapsing onto the bed, but Kayla
didn?t miss a beat.  She quickly swung around and scissored Ana, grinding
their pussies together.  Ana had just come down, but found herself
rocketing right back into another orgasm.

   After that one subsided, the urgency left her and, since Kayla continued
her grinding, Ana took over the more active role, letting Kayla lay back
and be driven to her own orgasm, which wasn?t long in arriving.

   After Kayla had cum, the two women disentangled themselves and cuddled
up to Rebecca.  The three said nothing; they just lay there, basking in the
afterglow.

   ?You three looking for company?  Or are you finished for now??  It was
Ryan.  He was standing there with a semi-hard cock.

   ?I don?t know about you two,?  said Rebecca, ?but I?m done for the
moment.  I?m going to see who my husband has gotten himself into.?  With
that she sat up, gave Ana and her daughter a quick kiss each, slipped off
the bed, and headed out of the bedroom.  As she passed her nephew she gave
him a kiss too, and his cock a squeeze.  ?Tomorrow night I want this all to
myself, or maybe sharing it with my son.?  Then she was gone.

   Kayla beckoned Ryan onto the bed, and the boy lay down between the two
woman.  Ana and Kayla exchanged a look, and then the two of them leaned
over and began to jointly suck Ryan?s cock.  Kayla bobbed up and down on
the head, while Ana took care of the shaft and balls.  After a bit the two
switched up.  The two women exchanged kisses and both licked the glans and
head for a bit, then Ana dove down onto the large cock and Kayla took each
testicle into her mouth in turn and paid special attention to his perineum.
As soon as she touched his taint, he exploded into Ana?s mouth.

   The volume wasn?t all that much, as he had already cum several times
that evening, and Ana had no difficulty keeping it in her mouth without
gagging.  She was about to swallow it, when she felt a hand on her chin
directing her head upward.  It was Ashley, who planted a kiss on Ana?s
mouth, thrusting her tongue inside and scooping out some of her cousin?s
cum into her own.  She and Ana fell back on the bed together, kissing,
exchanging what was left of Ryan?s seed, and entwining their bodies with
each other.

   Ana didn?t even notice Kayla and Ryan slip away.

   She didn?t know how long she and Ashley kissed.  They just kissed,
occasionally running their hands along each other?s body, exploring the
softness.  There was no time, no goal, no pressure, just tongues, and
hands, and bliss.

   Eventually Ana felt another pair hands on her back.  She stopped kissing
Ashley long enough to see who it was.  Amanda had joined them.

   Ana returned to kissing Ashley, and Amanda began to kiss the back of
Ana?s neck.  Then Ana felt something hard against her thigh; Amanda was
wearing a strap-on.  Ana felt the girl rub the head of the dildo against
her lips, and she opened her thighs, letting her slide the head inside. 
Soon Amanda was pumping it in and out, gently, not disturbing Ana?s and
Ashley?s kissing.

   Ana?s hand found its way down to Ashley?s crotch.  It was wet.  She
slipped a finger inside, then two, and then matched Amanda?s rhythm, so she
was fucking Ashley with her hand as Amanda was fucking her with the
strap-on.

   After a bit Amanda slipped out of her.  Then Ana felt the girl spread
her ass cheeks and her tongue circling about her anus.  She shuddered,
remembering what that stimulation led to the other day.  Soon she felt the
shock of cold lube between her cheeks and a finger, then two, penetrate
her. Ashley?s hand dropped to Ana?s crotch, fingering her pussy as well. 
The two women kept on kissing.

   Then Ana felt the dildo?s head pressing against her sphincter. 
Instinctively she tensed at first, then relaxed, and the head slid inside.
It popped right out again, and Amanda reinserted it, pushing it about an
inch deeper this time.  Ana grunted her approval, and Amanda slowly slid it
deeper.  Soon Amanda was going at her with a slow and steady rhythm.

   It was too much for Ana.  Despite all the orgasms she?d already had, she
felt this one build up and wash over her.  It was intense.  She wasn?t sure
what happened to her.  She remembered clawing at Ashley?s back and biting
her shoulder--the marks were there later after she came down--the only
other thing she remembered were the waves of pleasure.  She thought she had
screamed.

   She didn?t pass out, but she kept her eyes closed and just lay there for
a few minutes.  When she finally regained her senses she realized that
Amanda was still inside her ass and Ashley was gone.

   In her place was Daniel, Ashley?s brother.  He was looking into her
eyes. Taking one of her hands, he guided it down to his crotch and placed
it on his cock, which was already hard.  She stroked it a few times and
then guided it to her pussy for her first double penetration.

   Fortunately the two cousins had some experience with DP.  Amanda held
still, wrapping her arms around Ana and playing with her breasts, while
Daniel moved in and out of her.  She was still sensitive from the last
orgasm, and Daniel?s thrusting almost hurt at first, but soon the intensity
wore off and she could enjoy the feeling of being stuffed.

   This went on for ten minutes or so.  Ana wasn?t building to another
orgasm; she may have been spent for the night.  But that didn?t mean that
it was pleasurable, a cock and a dildo inside her, crushed between two
young, firm bodies.  What was not to like?  She turned her head back toward
Amanda, and the two women kissed.

   Ana felt Daniel tense and sensed his breathing growing erratic.  He came
inside her and then slipped out.  Amanda did the same.  The three kissed.

   There was more pressure on the bed.  Ana looked up and saw that Susan
had joined them.

   ?Do you think you?ve got another hard-on in you??  she asked her nephew.

   He nodded, ?I think so.?

   The aunt dove down and engulfed her nephew?s organ, sucking it, trying
to resuscitate it.

   Amanda unstrapped her dildo, and she and Ana embraced and watched the
show, cuddling, exchanging the occasional kiss, just enjoying the
post-coital moment.

   Soon Daniel was back in form, and his aunt climbed on top.  She rode him
for a while, then he flipped her over, and they fucked missionary, and then
spooned.  He came again.

   When he slipped out of Susan, Ana slipped down and spread her employer?s
legs, licking and sucking the semen out of her pussy.  Then, knowing that
Susan enjoyed cum-swapping, moved up and kissed her.

   Daniel and Amanda got up and walked out of the room, hand in hand.  Ana
watched them go, and then returned to kissing Susan.

   A moment later they were joined by Michael and David.  Michael lay down
next to Ana, while David lay down next to his sister, the two women turned
and started kissing the man next to them.

   She thought that she was too spent to fuck anymore, but when she felt
Michael?s cock grow hard against her thigh, she realized that she could go
one more round.  He really was a handsome man with a big cock.  He entered
her, and David did the same with his sister.

   Ana looked up into Michael?s eyes, locking onto them, urging him with
her glances to pump faster and faster.  He complied.  Her hand reached out
and grasped Susan?s next to her.  David matched his brother-in-law?s speed,
fucking Susan faster.  Soon Susan and Ana exploded, cumming together, with
the men both following shortly afterward.  For Ana, it wasn?t as intense as
before, but it was just as nice.

   The two men slipped out and collapsed next to the women.

   ?God, I?m spent,?  declared Ana.

   ?I can?t move.  If you don?t mind, Ana, I?m going to sleep here,?  said
Michael.

   ?Me too,?  offered David.  ?But who?s going to sleep on the wet spot??

   ?The entire bed is a wet spot,?  said Susan.  ?You?ve been really having
a time of it in here, Ana.?

   ?Give me a few minutes to catch my breath and I?ll change the sheets.?

   ?Do it in the morning,?  said Susan.  ?Our bed hasn?t been used.  The
four of us can go there.  It?s less effort to go than to change the
sheets.?

   So after a few minutes, the four left Ana?s room, nakedly stumbling to
the master bedroom, where they collapsed onto the king-size bed, falling
right to sleep.

   * * *

   When Ana awoke she was curled up between Michael and David.  Susan was
lying on the far side of Michael.  All three were still asleep.  She
glanced at the clock and it was ten a.m.  Ana lay without moving for a few
moments.  She was gloriously rested despite all the exertions of the night
before, probably because most of it had been slow and gentle, with very
little hard pounding.  But she was covered with dried sweat and other
juices.  Michael and David reeked of sweat and musk, and she must have
smelled much the same.  Plus she had to pee.

   Somehow she managed to slip out of the bed without waking the others. 
She padded naked back to her room.  A week ago she would have rushed
through the halls, hoping that no one saw her naked body.  Now, she didn?t
care.  But no one else seemed to be up, although it was impossible to tell
as the house was so large.  After relieving herself, decided to do as much
of the clean-up from last night before she showered.  She might not smell
like a rose, but it made more sense.  First she made her own bed, replacing
the sheets that were now covered with dry spunk.  Then before she headed
down to the dungeon to see what damage had been done there, she threw on a
pair of sweats.  While she was no longer afraid to be seen naked, it didn?t
seem to be Harrises?  custom to wander around naked, so when in Rome...

   As she passed by the kitchen, she noticed Tanya was there, preparing for
lunch.  No one else appeared to be up and about.  She thought about
stopping by and talking to her, but figured it would be more polite to wait
until after her shower.

   The dungeon wasn?t in too bad condition, and it didn?t take long to make
the room spic and span.  She did a quick pass through the rest of the
house, but aside from some straightening up in the living room, there
didn?t seem to be any mess there.  All of the sex seems to have been
confined to the bedrooms, and until the family woke up, there wasn?t much
she could do about that.

   Finally she jumped into the shower, and it made her feel like a new
woman.  Not only was she rested, but she was clean.  That was strange.  She
counted, and last night she had almost as many partners as she had had her
entire life before coming to work for the Harrises.  She thought that she
should be sore, or battered, or bruised, but she felt great.  The horniness
that had bedeviled her the past couple of weeks was gone, presumably just
in temporary abeyance, but other than the post-coital relaxation it felt as
if last night had never happened.

   She headed down to the kitchen for coffee and a chat with Tanya while
waiting for the family to wake up.

   ?Must have been some night,?  remarked Tanya.  ?Usually people are up by
now.?

   Ana smiled knowingly back at her.  The two women chatted, with Ana
helping Tanya with the kitchen duties, and slowly the family members
wandered down from the bedrooms, one by one.  Tanya announced they were too
late for a cooked breakfast, but she had put out cereal, bagels, and fruit
for any that wanted it.

   As the family gathered, a plan for the day formed.  The women were
heading out for a day spa, while the men seemed content to stay at home and
watch the college football games on TV.  Ana slipped upstairs to make the
beds and otherwise clean up and missed the departure of the women.  Then
she headed out to find where everyone was.

   The men had settled into the Michael?s den, which had one of the house?s
large-screen TVs.  Tanya was with them, watching the game, her head resting
on Ryan?s shoulder.  Michael noticed Ana by the door way and beckoned her
in.

   ?Come on in and watch, if you want.?  He opened and extended a beer
toward her.  Michael made room for her on the couch he was sitting, with
Daniel on the other side.

   The game wasn?t terribly interesting.  Ohio State was winning quite
handily.  Ana curled her legs up under her and leaned her head on Michael?s
shoulder, in imitation of Tanya.  His hand found its way onto her thigh. 
After a few moments, she felt Daniel?s hand on her other leg.  She had
thought to take a quick catnap, but if they wanted to play, that would be
good too.  She decided to leave the decision to them.

   They were in the mood for playing.

   Michael leaned over and kissed her, cupping her breast in the process,
while Daniel started rubbing her thighs.  Ana broke the kiss and moved so
that she was kneeling before Michael.  Glancing over at Tanya who by now
had her own hand buried in Ryan?s crotch, Ana unbuckled her boss?s belt and
unzipped his fly.  She pulled his by-now semi-erect cock out of his pants
and went down on him.

   She plunged down, taking as much of him as she could into her mouth,
then came up, licking around the head.  He rapidly hardened.  She ran her
tongue along the underside of the shaft, then came back in the other
direction nibbling ever so lightly with her teeth, a technique she?d picked
up from two boyfriends ago but had never tried on anyone else, not sure if
it would work on other men.  Michael shuddered and moaned, ?Oh, my God!?

   Evidently it worked.

   When she had leaned her head down, her butt had gone up, giving Daniel
the opportunity to tug down her sweats and panties, and the twenty-year-old
buried his face into her pussy.  It felt good.  They continued like this
for a while, pleasurable sensations, but neither Michael nor Ana were close
to cumming.

   Ana felt another penis poke at her cheek.  She looked and it was
David?s. She turned her head and took that into her mouth.  She could take
all of this one.  And when she turned her attention back to Michael, she
noticed that Ryan was on her other side, already hard and erect.

   This called for some rearranging.  Reluctantly, she pulled away from
Daniel?s tongue and beckoned for Michael to stand up.  She knelt with the
three cocks in front of her, soon to be four as Daniel dropped his pants
and joined the others, with Ana sucking each one in turn.  She felt
depraved.  Two weeks ago, she couldn?t have imagined herself sucking four
men at once.

   A few moments later she noticed a fifth cock bobbing alongside the
others.  Tanya had donned a strap-on, a huge one, bigger than Michael, and
so Ana added the silicone one to the mix as well.

   Ana soon discovered that the problem with sucking four cocks and a dildo
at once is that it?s awfully difficult to get anyone to cum.  She barely
had enough time with each to keep it hard, much less bring it to orgasm. 
Still she tried valiantly.

   Tanya was the first to break the stalemate.  She repositioned Ana so
that the maid was on all fours, still able to suck the four men, and then
positioned herself behind her.  Ana could feel the head of Tanya?s dildo
rub against her lips, finding the channel, and then she felt herself
opening up as Tanya slowly pushed inside her.

   Tanya reached under and started rubbing Ana?s clit with her hand, but it
was hardly necessary.  The silicone cock was thick enough to do the job on
its own.  Ana luxuriated in the sensations and the image of four penises,
ranging from goodly sized to quite large, bobbing in front of her face. 
The orgasm came quickly.

   After she came, there was a bit more rearranging, Tanya lay on her back
and Ana climbed on top.  She went back to sucking Michael, Ryan, and
Daniel, but David moved behind her and she felt a cold splash of lube on
her ass.  Then she felt David?s finger run around the circumference of her
sphincter and then slip inside her.  It was still rather relaxed from the
night before and the finger went in easily.  Then the finger was replaced
by David?s penis, which also slipped in without too much trouble.

   ?Just stay still, and let David do the work,?  whispered Tanya into
Ana?s ear.  And obeying the more experienced cook, the maid did just that.
She just lay, impaled on Tanya?s huge dildo, while David moved in and out
of her ass.  The feeling of being completely filled was astounding, as if
all the nerves in her pelvis were overloading and short-circuiting.  After
a few moments, though, she was able to return to her cock-sucking duties.

   Good as it all felt, Ana knew a second orgasm would be long in coming.
After last night and then the one just now, it would be a while before she
worked herself back up to the heights.

   After a few minutes David pulled out of her, and his son took her place.
Daniel slipped in as easily as her father had.  At first she wasn?t sure if
David had cum, but when he presented his erect cock to her face she
realized he hadn?t.  She took it in his mouth, only afterward realizing it
had been inside her ass.  She almost gagged at the thought, but then
realized it didn?t taste any different, just the sweet taste of lube.

   It wasn?t until this moment that Ana realized that she was being
gang-fucked.  A chill went down her spine.  This was so wrong.

   Daniel pulled out of her, and Ana realized that while Daniel and David
had done it for her, either Ryan or Michael would be too big for her ass,
at least with Tanya?s huge strap-on inside her vagina.  She lifted herself
off Tanya and lay down on one of the couches, beckoning Ryan to lie on top
of her.  They boy dutifully complied, filling up the space previously
occupied by Tanya.  Michael moved up and presented his cock to her mouth,
and Ana eagerly started sucking it again.

   Daniel and David watched, while Tanya stood between the father and son,
stroking them and keeping them hard.

   After a few minutes, Ryan exploded inside her and, softening, withdrew,
only to be replaced by his father.  David stepped up and Ana started
sucking him.  Then it repeated, with Michael cumming after a few minutes,
being replaced by David, who was replaced by Daniel.

   Finally, it was just Daniel screwing her.  Ana focused on him, locking
her eyes onto his and willing him to cum.  It didn?t take long for him to
do so.

   At last, with four men?s semen inside her, Tanya, who had shed the
strap-on, clambered on top and the two women sixty-nined.  Ana felt her
orgasm begin to rise as soon as Tanya?s tongue touched her clit, and a few
moments later she was thrashing about.  Tanya continued to lick and suck
the semen out of her, while Ana returned to Tanya?s pussy, and soon the it
was the cook?s turn to moan and thrash.

   That?s how the women found them when they returned from the day spa,
naked, cum-covered, half-asleep, and in front of the TV playing the fourth
quarter of a game that no one was really watching.

   There was no more sex that day.  Ana and the men were fucked out, and
the other women were relaxed and mellow from their day of saunas and
massages.  That night, as she made her usual late-pass through the house to
see if there was anything that needed to be picked up or cleaned--there
wasn?t--Susan and Michael invited Ana into their bedroom.  The three just
cuddled and held one another, and as Ana fell asleep she thanked her stars
that she had stumbled into a job with such great benefits.

   * * *

   The End