If voluptuous and beautiful Juliet Carter had only known that her sweet young niece and nephew had practically been born balling, she would have joined in the fun years before, and shed her old hangups concerning sex once and for all. But now that she was aware of little Ryan's and Rochelle's sexual maturity, she wasted no time in jumping in to join them. And young Ryan was only too happy to turn Auntie on!
CHAPTER ONE
The first time Juliet felt her twelve-year-old nephew's hand caressing her cunt in the dark, she was sure it was nothing more than a sleepy groping. It took a while to realize the boy was feeling her up.
But before she knew, she stirred fretfully, not used to sleeping with anyone. Since her husband had cooled, she'd moved into a separate bed, but now her nephew and niece had been thrust upon her, and she wasn't certain she liked the idea. Turning, she put an arm around the twin girl, and Rochelle sighed in her sleep. Something pushed lightly against Juliet's body; her nephew Ryan, snuggling in. The kids had insisted upon sleeping with Auntie, and Juliet had gone along, but now she was somewhat uncomfortable.
Maybe it was only the unfamiliar bed in the new housecar, or the animal warmth of the kids. And it could be her loneliness, the frustration growing week by week. She wasn't old, damn it. She was just thirty-four, and looked ten years younger because she'd taken care of herself, and because she was one of those lucky women who would never look old, only ripe.
Too bad her husband didn't think so. She sighed, pulled up her knees and felt the pressure against her ass. No, she thought; Ryan was only twelve-but didn't kids that age get a hard-on, sometimes? Not with his own auntie, though; the child must be dreaming. He'd been scared earlier, and now he was warm and safe. Maybe her buttocks were too hot against him, so she tried to move away a bit.
But the other twin murmured and would not turn over, so Juliet settled back. Her husband was snoring lightly in the other bed, and her sister slept in the turndown. Ryan's hand was on Juliet's waist, and she wished it could be a grown man's hand, ready to caress, to fondle, to hold her still for the slow insertion of a good, stiff cock.
It had been too long, and for some time now she had considered looking around for a lover. But she and Blake were giving themselves this long vacation trip in the new housecar, trying to recapture something they'd once had for each other.
Until their daughter and the twins came running for help. Now she couldn't even sleep with Blake, and things were worse than ever. Juliet shifted uncomfortably, and felt the pressure of something rigid, yet warm and giving. It was sliding between her thighs, where her nightgown had hiked itself up.
It was a prick-not too large, but very hard, her nephew's young cock, feeling the softness of her inner thighs. His lower belly was right up against the cheeks of her ass, and somehow, the hand on her waist had lifted slowly until it now was at her tit, tentative and delicate.
Juliet lay very still, her mind spinning, her breath coming in ragged, held-quiet gaspings. What could Ryan be thinking? That was it. He wasn't thinking; he was sound asleep, and the poor child was just reacting to some stirrings in his loins that he didn't even understand. He couldn't be awake and trying to-well, to fuck his own aunt.
His small hand cupped her breast, and Juliet trembled. Her flesh went taut and there was a sudden urgency leaping in her belly. So long without being fucked-so very long; and surely, it could hurt nothing if she just lay there quietly while the boy fondled her in his sleep. It was nice to be wanted, to be desired as a passionate woman, even if that desire was childish and misdirected.
That lovely little cock slid back and forth between her pressed-together thighs, very slowly rising until it was against her pubic hair. Juliet gave an uncontrollable wriggle, and knew the feel of her nephew against her ass, her back, knew the stroking and handling of her tit by him. His breath was warm and tickly in the nape of her neck, and Juliet felt goosebumps jump along her skin.
In a minute, she thought, her arms drawing the slim form of her niece closer in front; in a few moments, she would turn over onto her back and force the boy to lie still. Very soon now, she thought. But it felt so nice, so interesting and slidy.
There was something especially stimulating about not being able to wiggle around, because of the girl she held in her arms. Juliet certainly didn't want to wake Rochelle, because her brother was acting up in his sleep, doing things in his dream that he would not dare try when he was awake.
He couldn't even know what sex meant, Juliet thought; the action he was putting on had to be instinct, the maleness in him that would surface in a few years. At twelve, Ryan couldn't possibly-but his thrusting was so rhythmic, and the way he was cupping her tit, his hot breath along her neck.
And then he was prodding at the entrance to her cunt! She could distinctly feel the knob of his small, hard cock pushing at her labia, and was shocked to discover that the lips of her cunt were so receptive. He couldn't-wouldn't-
Such a jolt, then-such a furious and electric jolt of energy, as the head of her nephew's little prick actually slipped in! It was inside her, penetrating ever so slightly into the slippery grasp of her pussylips, and the feeling was unnerving, weakening. Startled that she had allowed this small travesty to continue, Juliet grasped the slim wrist whose hand was kneading the soft mound of her tender breast.
The boy hunched to the cheeks of her ass, and now his ragged breath was much farther down the curve of her back, because he had to slide lower in order to poke up with his stiff cock. He pulled his wrist from her grasp, and as she tried to hump forward and make his prick slide out of her cunt, Ryan's hands were on her waist, pulling her back toward him.
With a strong wiggle, he shoved in and up, and the length of his thrillingly rigid cock poked home. His small sac came snugly to the backs of her thighs, and his cock was buried in her quivering pussy.
It stroked as she lay in stunned disbelief, and the lovely hardness of it passed over her suddenly aroused clit, sending bright shudders of rapture throughout her vagina. So small, but yet so satisfying, so stimulating. But this was no ordinary cock; it belonged to Ryan, to her own nephew.
So she could not lie there and squirm upon it, especially since they could so easily awaken little Rochelle. Oh, lord, Juliet thought, but the penetration was good, far better than she could ever have believed it could be by such a small cock. Still, it caressed her clit and poked into her cunt, and if she had Ryan locked between her thighs, his prick would go farther inside.
What was she thinking? She tried to move up, to slide his cock from the jealous clenching of her pussy, but there was no room. Her belly was right up against Rochelle, and Ryan had her pinned from behind. His stiff rod kept moving, moving, and the sensations it was creating within her cunt were magic, fabulous. Another few seconds wouldn't hurt anything, she thought; just another stroke or two, to remind her of the good, solid fucking she and her husband used to have.
Hands slipping over the cheeks of her ass, little Ryan wiggled his crotch tightly to her and thrust, recovered, thrust again. Juliet dared not move for fear of awakening the boy's sister, and the cock continued to prod her clitoris, to tickle her vaginal cavity.
So hard; so lovely and hard. It had been many years since she had known the beautiful stiffness of such a prick. Her husband's was big, but rarely did he use it on her any more, and when he did, it was often bent in the middle. Age, she thought, age.
But what she had in her excited cunt was young and hard, and even though she wanted to roll over, even though she knew she must roll over and get away, she could not. Her brain said move, and her body answered: no! She had to fight herself, to restrain her pelvis from bumping and her ass from grinding. Rochelle; she must also think of the young, tender girl in her arms.
Sweet little Rochelle would be so upset, if she came alert suddenly and realized that her brother was screwing their aunt-Hell! Juliet arched back toward the boy, rolled her ass in slow, gentle arcs, so as not to disturb the girl. He pumped that deliciously rigid prick into her cunt, and she rocked upon it, made the pistoning head rake across her vibrant clit, and it was so damned good that she wanted to scream out her joy.
But she caught hold, held herself together, and only met the long strokes of her nephew's cock with gentle humpings. Her hands tightened convulsively upon the girl, and she forced herself to back off, to push ever stronger against the crotch of the fucking boy.
And he was fucking her with a will, now, so hard that she was afraid he'd wake his sister. Ryan drove his cock home, backed it out, slammed it in once more, and his fingers bit deeply into the tender cheeks of her trembling ass. He must be awake now, she thought dazedly, he must be!
It was too late for anything but hanging on, so Juliet kept backing in the queen-sized bed, moving away from the girl and into the boy. He worked at her cunt, making juicy noises with every probing lurch of his cock, and every stroke was hurrying her to an orgasm.
She was completely away from Rochelle, then. She bent at the waist and leaned forward under the covers, feeling down and back with a desperate hand until she found his balls. They were small and tight, and she rolled them between her fingers as the boy kept right on fucking her with a dedicated and single-minded purposefulness.
Oh, how Juliet wanted to scream, to sob, to bounce her ass into him with furious return strokes. But she managed to cling to a remnant of sanity and battled the impulses, lying as quietly as she could while the tremendous surges shook her body.
She heard the gasping of his breath, felt the clutching of her ass, and by the break in the pattern of his strokes, knew that her nephew was just about to come. Biting her lips, caressing the swinging sac of his testicles, Juliet let herself go, riding the slamming prick for all she was worth.
She came a fraction of a second ahead of him, great shudders rippling through her cunt and making the ring of her asshole snap tight.
Then he hit his climax, moaning low and burrowing his pulsing cock to the hilt inside her pussy. She felt the sudden hot spurting of his semen, and as the hot boy-come exploded within her cunt, Juliet knew a moment of surprise that a boy so young could ejaculate so violently.
And so much of it, she thought, clamping her thighs as his prick continued to spit the juice up into her quaking snatch. His come was thick and plentiful, and gushed with force into her cunt, flooding back to her womb, and Juliet loved every minute, slimy particle of it.
They lay quietly, she with a pounding heart and slow creeping of guilt, he with a ragged breath and a slow stroking of her ass. His cock remained hard, buried in her slippery cleft, and she continued to fondle the feathery sac of his balls.
Her head swam, and Juliet squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to face reality, although it was crawling right into bed with her. In bed, she thought-with her sister's twins, with the cute girl and handsome little boy; and she had allowed the boy to fuck her. No; she had been more than simply permissive, she had actually encouraged him to commit this act of incest. She could have fought him off, and should have. Rochelle-the girl was no real reason, only a convenient excuse.
Juliet took her hand from Ryan's balls. She straightened slowly beneath the covers until her head poked out. One of his hands slid beneath her and the other came around over her belly. Ryan had both of them on her cunt, then, his fingers stirring lightly and exploringly over her wet labia.
No! Not now, not ever again, Juliet thought. She gave a hunch and a twist that slipped his stiff prick out of her vagina, that slipped her cunt from under his hands. She was on her back then, her tits heaving and her mind spinning.
Ryan slid over on top of her, his hands grabbing for her tits, his hard cock sliding across her belly, the slim, hot body of him strongly against her flesh.
She hissed at him. "Ryan! Are you out of your head? Get off me-go ahead, before I-"
His lips found her ear, and his warm breath sent tremors the length of her body. "Auntie-what can you do? If you yell, you'll wake up everybody-Rochelle and Mom and Uncle. Then I'll tell them you already fucked me once. Your pussy is all hot and greasy, so they'll know it's the truth."
"Y-you!" Outraged, Juliet pushed at his shoulders, but her hands had no strength, for he was right.
He licked into her ear and her body involuntarily arched to his. He whispered, "That's right, Auntie-hike it up to me, so I can fuck it good this time. What a wonderful cunt you have, all hot and slippery with my come. I want some more of it, more and more-"
His prick slipped into her steamy cunt with one wet stroke. Juliet could not resist any more. She opened her thighs to him and pushed his face down so he could take one of her aching nipples into his mouth. , ... , "Just be very quiet," she murmured, and settled down to fuck him.
CHAPTER TWO
Juliet didn't really want to talk to the boy, or to anyone else. The housecar rocked gently as her husband drove it around a turn in the highway, and she tried to keep busy with inconsequential things. In back, she tidied beds for the third time, and finally settled down to try and read a magazine.
That didn't work either, so she sat and stared at print blurring over the pages. It was still difficult for her to believe that she had actually allowed her nephew to fuck her, and not once, but twice. She had fully cooperated in the acts, too; she couldn't deny that she had.
She tried to feel guilty, and managed some of that. But when she attempted revulsion or disgust, Juliet got nowhere. In fact, every time she moved her legs, her thighs rubbed together with a sensuous kissing that reminded her of how much fun the sessions with Ryan had been. Exciting, stimulating, fucking the boy had aroused her to fever pitches of rapture, and brought her to orgasms she'd almost forgotten existed.
That didn't mean she wanted to continue the incestuous relationship, or that such a liaison would even be possible. Not in this vacation home on wheels; there were three double beds, yes-and other people, such as her sister and her husband and her little niece. So it was quite impossible to continue fucking Ryan under such crowded conditions; opportunities like those of the preceding night would not often be repeated.
Where had the boy learned to handle himself so well? If the knowledge had come from his peer group, then kids today were farther advanced than anyone dreamed. Juliet put down the magazine and helped herself to a cup of coffee; then, reconsidering, she added a dollop of brandy to the brew. For if Ryan knew so much about sex, then why not Rochelle? What one twin experienced, the other one knew almost immeidately.
A twelve-year-old girl? Somehow that seemed more heinous than a debauched boy of the same age. Juliet drank her coffee and made a face; the brandy was strong. She looked up from the cup and caught her nephew watching; she looked away.
Maybe Melanie shouldn't have brought the kids home in the first place. All that noise about leaving her husband, which she had done before. Martin wasn't a bad sort, but Melanie swore that they were through this time, that he was putting private detectives on her trail. That seemed a bit melodramatic, Juliet thought, but how could she deny refuge to her sister and her children? The trip had been planned for a long time, and all they had to do was keep rolling. If there was something bad between Martin and Melanie, there would be plenty of time for cooling off.
"Auntie," Ryan said from close by, and Juliet shuddered. It just didn't seem right for him to call her that-not after fucking her twice during the night, without so much as catching his breath between orgasms.
She made her voice steady. "Yes, Ryan?"
He moved nearer to her on the foam-padded bench, so that his thigh touched hers. Juliet glanced down and saw the bronzed slimness of his leg, bare to the thigh in cut-off jeans; she also saw the bulge that was threatening to tear out his zipper. The horny little bastard had another hard-on!
Right out here in the open, with his mother and sister nearby, with his uncle driving, Ryan had an erection. Juliet tightened her lips and set her jaw.
Then he said softly, "Auntie, I love you so much."
She melted, softened, went to pieces enough so that she took his hand. That was a mistake, because he turned so that his hard cock was touching her leg, and the shock of it raced through her like wildfire.
Whispering fiercely at him, she said, "Ryan! You can't-damn it, you just can't-"
"We already have, Auntie," he said. "And it was great. Ever since I knew what fucking was all about, I wondered how it would be to put it to you. You have such wonderful tits, and the way your ass jiggles, and those long, crazy legs-I used to jack off, thinking about fucking you."
"Shh!" she hissed. "They might hear you."
He pushed his hard cock to her, made little hunching movements so that it rubbed up and down her thigh. "I heard Uncle Blake say we'd pull over and park soon. He's kind of sleepy, I think. And if my mom drives awhile, then you and I can slide into the other bed and screw."
Juliet swallowed; this boy, this child, was calmly discussing fucking her as if the only problem there could be was time for them to get together. His mother would raise hell; her husband would take off the roof, and his sister would be so shocked-or would she?
Pushed by the unaccustomed warmth of morning brandy, by the memories of the screwing she'd had last night, and also by some devilish impulse to sneakiness, Juliet reached down her hand and placed it upon her nephew's thigh, upon the small but thrillingly hard throbbing of his boyish cock.
Glancing over his shoulder and being certain that his body blocked her off from view in case someone up front turned around to look, Juliet stroked the outline of that compelling young prick. She looked into her nephew's eyes then, looked deeply and searchingly to see the lust there, the boiling passion that made her respond immediately in kind.
"R-Ryan," she whispered. "We must be very careful-your twin sister and your mother, my husband-"
He squirmed under her hand, his cock sliding along her palm and letting her feel the shaping of its head, the blunted outline of his balls. "Don't worry about Rochelle, and I can handle Mom. Oh, Auntie, that feels so good-but it will feel better inside your hot, juicy cunt, where it belongs. Oh, wow, Auntie-I hope Uncle parks soon, so we can fuck."
Juliet wanted to keep fondling the boy's rod, to feel it leap within the grasp of her fingers as the head swelled and exploded with a spate of semen. But she withdrew her hand, because she also wanted him to save his ejaculation for her cunt, so she could know its hot splashing within the walls of her pussy. If she dared, if they dared, to try a sneaky daytime fuck in a curtained bunkbed.
Had she lost her mind? She was a married woman, and responsible right now for the safety of her sister and her sister's twin children, yet here Juliet was, planning how she might fuck her nephew-again. It had been good the first two times, very good. That steel-hard little cock, the boy's eagerness and staying power-it was a blessing to a woman whose own husband seemed to have gone cold on her.
But suppose they were caught? All the ugliness, the uproar, charges and countercharges; Juliet wouldn't like that. But neither did she care for the drabness of her life as it was; her husband's vacation idea wouldn't help their sexual relations, and neither would this overcrowding of the housecar.
Safety in numbers? Perhaps they could manage to go unnoticed for a short while, and even a few snatched moments of gratification would be far better than gray loneliness. Juliet touched the boy's prick again. "Get in the lower bunk, Ryan; pull the curtains. I'll make some excuse about being sleepy, too, and after your uncle goes to sleep, I'll duck in with you."
He lifted both small hands and caressed her tits, lightly and fleetingly. "You're so beautiful and sexy, Auntie. I think I'll eat you before I fuck you."
Juliet caught her breath. Did this boy mean-was he serious about-how had he learned such a perversion? Why, she thought, Blake had never even come close to doing that to her, had never even suggested that she allow him to-to go down on her cunt. Now this child was implying that he wanted to eat her. She could never be a party to such deviation, of course.
But she would tell him that when they were in the privacy of bed, when they were shut off from the view of others. Her sister Melanie would be only too happy to leave the kids in her care while she drove the big van. Melanie was sulking anyhow, still shaken up over the hassle she'd had with her husband, the fight that had caused her to bring her kids on the vacation trip. Juliet had to admit that now she was very glad Melanie had come, especially that she had brought little Ryan, the stud.
Tearing herself away from the boy, Juliet stood up and made herself more coffee and brandy, excited as she had been as a virgin on her wedding night too long ago. Maybe, she thought, if she had been more knowing, she would have kept Blake's interest in her alive. As it was, even the last few times they had fucked, it was as if the action was more a duty than a spontaneous expression of physical love.
The housecar veered to the right, and pulled up into a parking turnoff. Gulping her coffee, Juliet put the cup into the tiny sink and brushed her hands over her hair, gone all guilty and uptight inside.
But the transfer of drivers took only a minute or two and her husband stopped to pat her cheek before climbing into the big bed over the wheel. A nice gesture, she thought, but hardly fulfilling.
Melanie said, "Sis? Don't let Ryan bug you too much. Rochelle and I will stay up here, and whenever you're ready with lunch, yell out, so I can pull over."
Juliet called an answer. "Y-yes, all right, Melanie. I-Ryan's already napping and I think I'll catch a few winks before fixing lunch. Guess we're all a little worn from last night."
Melanie's voice was low, soft. "Oh?"
Puzzling, Juliet slid back the curtains and sat down on the edge of the lower bunk to slide off her shoes and jeans. In a moment, she had swung her legs inside and shut off the outside. Now they were alone, this stiff-dicked boy and herself, at least they were shielded from any prying eyes.
She was shivering as she rolled over and let him pull off her bra. His hands were deft and warm, moving lovingly and quickly over her tits, his light fingers playing with her hard nipples and cupping the globes themselves.
Placing her mouth to his ear, Juliet murmured, "Be very, very quiet, Ryan. Your uncle isn't quite asleep yet, and we don't want him to hear-or the others, either."
"Not yet," he whispered back, and his fingers were working at her panties, so she lifted her ass and allowed him to slide the nylon down over her legs.
"Ummm," he said softly, kissing her throat and her ear, sending shudders all up and down her spine. When his mouth trailed over her cheekbone and to her lips, Juliet was ready for it. She gave herself up to the darting hot tongue, to the raking of his teeth over hers, and slipping her arms-around him, mashing her tits into his slim, boyish body, she sucked his tongue into the far reaches of her hungry mouth.
Lifting one leg over him, Juliet drew him tightly to her dewy crotch, feeling the heat of her cunt bathe him, knowing the stimulation of that impossibly hard cock pressed into her smooth belly.
Ryan pulled free of her mouth, and dropped his warm face to her breasts, nuzzling into them, touching the tip of his tongue to her aching nipples. She pushed his head into her tits, needing to feed him, desperately yearning for him to suck her nipples.
He did just that, drawing one of the tips into his teeth, licking hotly over it before pulling it deeply into the suctioning cavern of his mouth. He sucked it as if he were a baby and she were his mother.
Gasping, clenching her teeth so as not to make any noises, Juliet arched to the boy, her hands flying up and down his sleek flesh, caressing and fondling him. Her pussy shoved eagerly to him, begging for the thrust of his stiff cock, but Ryan would not put it to her. Instead, he released the nipple he had been chewing upon, and drew his mouth down her rib cage.
She tried to tangle her fingers into his hair, to lift him before he could go any farther down her body, but the sudden jolt of his tongue being crammed into her navel made her flinch mightily and let him go.
No! No! She longed to shriek it out, but had to muffle any cry before it reached her lips. Wiggling, Juliet tried to back away from him, to somehow escape, but Ryan's face moved yet lower, his breath tickling into the hair of her cunt, his hands stroking her inner thighs.
He meant to do it, to actually go through with this perversion! Oh, no, Ryan-oh, no! The thought echoed in her head, but she did not dare to let it out where others would hear. She couldn't have that. Ryan must be kept secret-the things they did naked together-the mere fact they were making it. But she didn't want this-really she didn't. It was dirty and obscene and how a little boy could-
She flinched. His breath was fanning her labia, drawing the juices down, tingling insanely across her entire mound. He touched the tip of his hot tongue to her flesh, and when she writhed helplessly, Ryan darted it down, down into her pubic hair.
Juliet couldn't stand it. She twisted and turned, but his hands were under the cheeks of her ass now, the fingertips digging in strongly, lifting her crotch to his mouth for the feasting. She caught at his head, at his hair, but it was too late for any real resistance. Her nephew was going to perform cunnilingus on her, and there was nothing she could do to stop him, short of screaming or leaping nude from the bunk.
His mouth plunged into her wet labia, lips to lips, and when his tongue pushed her cuntlips apart to slide inside, Juliet had to clench her teeth to keep from crying out with the shock. The sensation was utterly different from any she had known before, a piercing yet very tender excitement that sent tendrils of arousal running throughout her body.
Shock after shock sparked inside her vagina, and when his tongue touched her clitoris, Juliet let of Ryan's hair and raked her fingenails into the sheet beneath her heaving body. Clinging to her ass, her nephew licked hotly, thrillingly, into her labia, along them to the hood that guarded the seat of all pleasure. Ryan dipped into that shielding and sucked upon the nubby clit, pulling it out to touch his teeth.
Oh, lord, oh, lord! This was dirty-but it wasn't! It was marvelous and intimate and Juliet had all she could do to keep from rolling her hips, from grinding her cunt into the boy's face. But when he sucked on her entire pussy as if it were an orange, gulping and swallowing, she could resist no longer.
Slowly, she began to pump her cunt into his mouth, gyrating her belly and clenching her ass. Eyes closed, breath hissing between her teeth, she clawed the sheet and fucked the boy's face, rubbing her cuntlips over his chin, grinding her pubic hair into his cheeks, arching to feel his nose in her vagina.
Whispering, she said throatily, "Oh-oh, you sweet boy! I can't stand it-I can't-oh, you're sucking my cunt! You're feeding on my pussy-Ryan-my little nephew-you horny little cocksman-oh, OH! Eat me, Ryan-eat your auntie's hot pussy!"
The boy ate it with a will, biting her gently, lapping her as if he were a dog after a bitch in heat, suctioning and pulling at her cunt, licking and devouring. His face was wet and greasy with her copious juices, and she pinned his head into position with the silken netting of her thighs.
Ryan groaned into her pounding pussy, sighed as he ate into her dripping cunt, and his hands manipulated the cheeks of her ass. For a moment, Juliet was afraid she would choke him, and then she didn't give a damn if she did. Hunching and bucking, she fucked his mouth, rode her throbbing clit against his teeth and wished his tongue were twice as long.
She was coming, coming! The orgasm was tearing her apart, splitting her pussy and sending convulsions through her asshole. Her legs tightened upon Ryan's head, trying to bury him in her cunt, trying to force his entire head up into her palpitating vagina.
"Ahhh!" she gasped. "Ahh, you little cunt-eater."
And as the orgasm crested within her pussy, as her clit shivered and broke itself into a thousand brightly cascading bits, Juliet turned her face so she could plunge it into a pillow and muffle the noises she could not help making.
Slowly and sweetly, Ryan continued to lap at her cunt, sliding his slippery cheeks up and down inside her locked thighs, kissing the wet hairs, tasting the frothy lubrication of her inflamed labia. The boy didn't want to stop, she thought in a daze; he meant to eat her some more.
But there was his own orgasm to consider, and Juliet tried to pull him up her body, releasing the grip of her legs. Still, he took his time, kissing his way up her taut belly to her quaking tits, and then to her mouth, where the sliding of his tongue reminded her that she was tasting her own cunt.
It tasted just fine.
CHAPTER THREE
It was night, and Juliet was as jittery as she had ever been, wondering what the evening might bring, what the sleeping arrangement would be. For she wanted her young nephew with her again, yet she was afraid that her guilt would show, or her eagerness.
Juliet was eager for more of the wild, free sex she had been learning from Ryan; the boy was full of surprises, and evidently had no moral hangups to keep him from enjoying himself sexually. That quick bout on the bunk earlier in the day had unsettled Juliet considerably, strange as it was.
As she thought about it, she felt a warm suffusion of blood move through her body; the boy had gone down on her pussy, eaten it, licked and loved her cunt. He had brought her to the most terrific orgasm she had ever known, and followed right up by fucking her until she came again, and again.
Of course, she wanted more; she wanted him in her bed, needed him there between her thighs. She even-and here Juliet blushed at the picture-she even might try going down on him, and taking that sweet, hard cock into her mouth, if it gave him pleasure. She yearned to bring him the same kind of intense satisfaction he had given her, no matter how many of her old taboos she might have to destroy in order to accomplish it.
Everything was different now, changed for the better, and Juliet meant to keep her sex life this way-if only the others didn't interfere.
The housecar was parked off the road, near a riverbank. They had thought it better not to stay in any of the tourist parks, for if Melanie's husband was searching for her and his children, those places would be searched first.
Blake and the kids were scampering by the river, fishing poles put by for now. Melanie moved back toward the kitchen area, and Juliet cast a quick glance at her sister, seeing her not so much as a kid sister, but as the lovely young woman she was.
Melanie was kind of golden, honey-blonde hair and dark-blue eyes that went perfectly with a bronzed and flawless skin. She was smaller than Juliet, but with high, firm breasts and a sexy shape that wiggled and jiggled when she walked. Juliet felt peculiar with her sister now, since Melanie's son had fucked her, but she tried valiantly not to show it.
"Hi. Aren't you tired, after driving so far? I didn't think that Blake was going to sleep all afternoon, and force you to stay at the wheel."
"Have you got a drink?" Melanie asked. There were faint blue circles around her eyes.
Juliet said, "Sure," and broke out the brandy. Melanie poured herself a water glass half full, and drained it in two long gulps. Juliet said, "Wow."
"I need it," Melanie said, wheezing a little. "And I guess you do, too. Before you start denying and covering up, Juliet-I know what you and Ryan have been doing. Not all the details, of course, but I can even guess at those."
Cold, sobering, the shock hit Juliet. She said, "W-why, Melanie, what do you m-mean?"
Her sister poured brandy, handed Juliet the glass. "Here, bottoms up-more or less. I mean, damn it, that my son has laid you one or more times by now. Several times, if I know horny little Ryan. He's really something else, isn't he?"
Juliet couldn't get it together; she realized that her mouth was hanging open, and closed it. "Melanie, I don't know-"
"Oh, bullshit," Melanie answered. "Drink your brandy. I'm not putting you down for it, Juliet. I know from experience just how persuasive and passionate Ryan can be when he wants to-and he always wants to."
"You mean-you and Ryan-" Juliet stared, clinging to the glass of brandy for some kind of support.
"Yes," Melanie said. "That's the main reason we're on the run from my husband."
"I think I will have this drink," Juliet said unsteadily. She tossed it down and nearly choked on the fiery stuff, but it warmed some of the chill in her belly. Ryan and Melanie? Ryan and his mother?
Her sister seemed to probe her confused mind. "There's not that much difference, you know. Him screwing his auntie or his sister or his mother; a little bit of difference, but just not all that much. I mean, incest is incest and fun is fun, wherever you have to look for it, right?"
Juliet stared into the empty glass, afraid to look up and meet Melanie's eyes. She still couldn't quite grasp the idea of the boy fucking his own mother. But it must be true.
She said finally, squeaky-voiced, "And-and Martin knows about you and-and your son? His son?"
Melanie shrugged, and got up to get herself some more brandy. "He doesn't know, but he has a damned good suspicion. The only thing that Martin knows for sure is that there's been some playing around between Ryan and Rochelle. He caught them snuggling, and kind of feeling up each other. So he isn't even certain of that much, but he got so damned uptight about it all, yelling and threatening, that I took the kids and ran."
Juliet said, "Hey-wait a minute! Are you also telling me that Ryan-that his sister-what kind of goddamned family are we?" She could not absorb all the news at once; it was simply too much for her to take in. She had another drink, a smaller one, but seemingly just as potent.
"Here's to a swinging family," Melanie said. "That boy turns me on more than my husband ever could. He's the best fuck anywhere, and has been, ever since I first got over my guilt complex."
Juliet sipped her drink. "How-how did he-how did you-the first time?"
"How'd he manage to fuck me?" Melanie tossed her honey-blonde hair and smiled. "I got drunk, passed out smashed, after an argument with Martin about letting the kids sleep together, and after my husband slammed out of the house. When I came to, there was little Ryan, in the saddle and pumping it to me good. By the time I got my head clear, I was coming."
Juliet said, "He fucked you in your sleep?"
"Good thing, too, because I probably would have slapped hell out of him if I'd been awake. And missed all that fun, all those wonderful orgasms. Did he go down on you, too?"
"I-I-oh, hell! I can't talk about that," Juliet said.
"Might as well," Melanie said, working on her brandy and blinking owlishly. "Here we are, one big happy fucking family-except for my husband and your husband. And there are the hangups, like somebody once said. Martin and Blake. They just won't understand us screwing Ryan or Ryan fucking his twin sister. So somehow, we'll just have to work on them-or on your old man, anyway, since he's handy."
Seduce Blake? Juliet thought, and asked, "Who? Not little Rochelle? He wouldn't-at least, I don't think Blake would lay that girl-"
"How about me?" Melanie said. "You know, I've always kind of had a thing for your husband. I know you two haven't been making it for a while, but all he probably needs is a change. You can swing with Ryan better, if I keep Blake busy."
"I-I guess so. I mean, I never thought about my husband having an affair-oh, hell, screwing another woman if he doesn't want me. And my sister-"
"Look, they're coming up from the river," Melanie said. "Go on out and make some excuse to keep the kids with you, walk back down the road to that little country store we saw there. I'll slip Blake some of this good ol' juice, and see if I can't make him."
Juliet rose and moved away as if she were a puppet, controlled by powers other than her own. She moved in a daze, highly conscious of her own body, of the brushing of her thighs and the thrusting of her tits against her shirt. Blake, she thought; her husband fucking her own sister. There was simply too much for her to digest at one time, so she moved robot-like out of the housecar and to the children.
Blake said, "Dinner ready?"
As she passed, she shook her head, and took little Ryan by the hand. Juliet didn't trust herself to say anything just then, not to her husband. And when the twins walked a short distance with her, her knees went weak and she sat down on a tree stump.
Ryan said, "What's the matter? Did Mom tell you everything?"
Juliet looked blankly at him. "Y-yes, she did. About you and-and her; about you and Rochelle."
Tawny, sleek and very pretty, the twelve-year-old girl stared back at her, not blushing or dropping her eyes. "And you and Ryan, don't forget that, Auntie. Look-it's not like we did anything bad. We didn't. It's all beautiful and sweet, and you know that now, also. I'm not jealous of you or Mom, and I was the first to fuck Ryan. We got each other's cherries."
Juliet shook her head. "And right now, your mother is in there, getting ready to seduce my husband. While we sit here more or less calmly and discuss who fucked whom. I-I'm just kind of confused, kids-and shook up. Give me a few minutes to compose myself."
"It's okay," Ryan said. "Mom will need that long to turn on Uncle Blake, but not much longer. He may be a little edgy, because of us out here, unless Mom can convince him he's going to be safe."
Rochelle shifted her feet, and Juliet could not help noticing what an attractive little girl she was, childish and colt-like, but now showing that underlying sensuality that was very appealing to the discerning eye. The girl's tits were small, but beautifully shaped, and her hips were slim, the little belly flat. There was a certain look around the eyes, a glimpse of the bitchiness that lingered there, and Juliet was surprised that she had not noticed it before.
But then, Juliet had been blind before Ryan awakened her and cleared the fog from her eyes; there were many things she'd never looked at, much less seen. Like the easiness in her kid sister, the sensuality of the twins, the sexual urgency in herself. Had she missed something of the same in Blake, in her bored husband?
She said to the twins, "I think you're both so beautiful."
Rochelle stood close, took Juliet's face in her hands and kissed her on the lips. "I think you're lovely, too, Auntie. Last night, I had a big struggle keeping still, when Ryan was fucking you, especially when you were holding on to me and wiggling."
"You-you were awake?"
"Sure. You were so busy with my brother, you didn't even feel me playing with myself. I had to masturbate or go out of my skull, I was so hot." Juliet swallowed again, and wished for another drink. These kids were so open and almost casual about their sex acts, yet Ryan for one, went into it with all his being. Could his sister do any less?
"I-I don't know what to say," Juliet admitted. "If I seem just a little stupid, forgive me; I have so much to learn."
The girl kissed her again, this time flicking the tip of a delicate tongue swiftly into her lips and out again. Rochelle said, "Don't worry, Auntie; we'll teach you-just like we showed mother."
Standing up suddenly, Juliet couldn't handle the images that last remark conjured up. She said, "Do you think-I mean, should we walk down by the river, or-"
Ryan said, "I'd rather watch. I've never seen Mom fuck anybody before; Dad has always been uptight about locking their bedroom door and pulling down the drapes. I'll bet Uncle Blake really sticks it to her."
Numbly, Juliet allowed them to lead her back to the housecar, and around to the back window where they could stand on a log and peer inside at the bunkbed. She caught her breath at what she saw, for Melanie hadn't drawn the bunk curtains, and had the lights on.
There was Juliet's husband, good and faithful Blake, kneeling between the younger woman's legs with his erect cock in one hand. It was big, Juliet saw, bigger and stiffer than she had ever recalled seeing it before; the head was a light purple, swollen and shiny. There were full veins twining the thick staff.
Melanie was stark naked, her golden flesh gleaming up at her brother-in-law, and Juliet's stare was drawn hypnotically to the patch of pubic hair between the spread thighs. A darker blonde, but still honey blonde; she had not seen her baby sister stripped since they were very young girls. Melanie was lovely, too. Her skin was perfect and looked silken; her tits stood high and rounded, with dark-pink nipples pointing saucily up.
No wonder Blake had such a hard-on. Juliet bit her lower lip as she watched her husband lower himself toward that beckoning forest of glowing cunt hair, toward the pinkness of Melanie's pussy lips.
"Come on, darling," Melanie husked up at him, lifting her smooth arms. "I've been wanting you to fuck me ever since I first knew you, ever since you first started going out with Juliet." Blake whispered, "I always wanted you, too. Melanie-oh, Melanie-"
His cockhead eased down, pushed out to touch its tip into the curling of her pubic hair. Melanie stroked his face as his hands took hold of her hips, as he began to shove the pulsing knob of his prick into her ready cunt. From where they stood, Juliet could see every startling detail of each move, and her breath sounded loud, ragged, in her own ears. She felt around for some kind of support, and Ryan took her hand; Rochelle slipped an arm around her waist. Together, they stared at the fucking that was about to start.
Blake's prick pushed slowly, stiffly, into the grip of Melanie's cuntlips, spreading the soft labia until it could penetrate into the steamy cavern of her tight vagina. His ass moved forward, and Juliet watched the wrinkled, hairy sac of his balls come to rest in the caress of her sister's pubic hair, come snugly against the cleft of her sister's shapely ass. Her husband's cock was buried to the root in her sister's pussy, and Juliet felt no jealousy, only a tingling within the torrid confines of her own cunt.
"Oh, baby," Blake breathed, his chest crushing Melanie's tits, his belly grinding slowly across hers. "Such a hot, tight snatch-oh, baby-it's good, good in there!"
"Fuck me, Blake," Melanie said, lifting her open mouth to his and wiggling her ass. "Oh, fuck me long and strong and solid with this big, wonderful prick!"
And at Juliet's side, little Ryan whispered, "He has a big prick, all right. And he's sure using all that hard meat on my mother. Look how she's rolling her ass and grinding her belly, so she can get all Uncle Blake's cock up her cunt."
"I see, I see," she hissed back, squeezing his hand. "Melanie-your mother is-is really hot, isn't she?"
"Always," he answered softly. "Mom really loves to fuck, but she didn't know it until I got into her pussy. I mean, she enjoyed fucking my dad, but she never really swung until she screwed me."
Juliet peered intently at the scene before them, at the way Melanie lifted her slim, sleek legs and hooked the heels of her feet into the hollows behind Blake's knees, so that she could urge him impossibly deeper into the surging oven of her cunt.
They were kissing, tonguing each other, her sister and her husband. Blake's long cock stroked steadily into Melanie's juicy pussy, his balls swinging back and forth in an entrancing rhythm, the staff glistening wetly as it pulled back from the grip of her cunt for another long, deep thrust.
Melanie's clawed fingers raked down his back, found the muscular cheeks of his ass and dug into them. Her crotch lifted into his with increasing fury, slamming back at the pounding of his prick, and her own ass gyrated in corkscrew spirals. Watching, staring, Juliet thought dazedly that her little sister was some piece of ass, and that her husband wasn't doing badly, either. Blake hadn't fucked his own wife that way in a long, long time.
"Put it to me, darling!" Melanie cried out. "Oh, stick it to my pussy deep, Blake! Fuck me, fuck me!"
Juliet shuddered as little Ryan's hand strayed over to begin stroking over her mound, back and forth, up and down, slowly caressing and teasing.
He said softly, "My mother's getting ready to come. She always bangs it like that when she's about to have an orgasm. No matter how slow and easy the fucking starts off, she ends it humping and banging."
Dimly, Juliet knew that somehow Rochelle's hand had risen from her waist and was cupping her tit. It felt wrong there, or at least it was supposed to feel wrong, but Juliet had neither the time nor the inclination to tell her niece about it. She was too intent upon her husband fucking her sister-these children's mother-there upon the bunkbed that rocked and creaked at the savage pounding it was taking.
"C-coming, COMING!" Melanie moaned, and she fell back, her head rolling from side to side as Blake continued to ram his heavy prick into her cunt.
But only for another moment or so, Juliet saw. He lurched and his rhythm broke; his legs stiffened out and she could see his balls leap upward, flexing and contorting as he pumped his ejaculation far up into Melanie's pussy. She knew the feel of the big head as it swelled and spat, as it poured the hot, thick juice into a shivering vagina.
Ryan's hand slowed in its fondling of Juliet's mound, and he sighed. But Rochelle squeezed her auntie's tit, and rolled the aching nipple deftly between her fingers, and Juliet fretted at the cloth that separated them. Rochelle had half turned, so that her belly was against Juliet's thigh, and now the girl was sliding her blue-jeaned crotch up and down. It was as if they meant to fuck her between them, this boy and girl, while their mother lay spent and gratified in the housecar. While Juliet's husband lay collapsed atop the lovely, limp body of her sister.
But of course, neither the time nor the place was right. Ryan gave her hidden cunt a final pat, a last prod with his finger, and stepped down from the vantage point of the log. Juliet followed him, her knees weak, her legs wobbly. She wanted to keep looking in the window; she wanted to watch them fuck some more, or-and her heart gave a great surge at the image-or perhaps Blake would go down upon Melanie, as Ryan had done with his auntie!
Her husband had never attempted that with her; he had kissed her tummy a few times, but for teasing, for tickling purposes. Juliet was certain that Blake had never meant to do anything else to her. Or had he?
It might have been her own standoffish attitude that kept him from it, her own inbred, puritanical upbringing that held her back and kept him from indulging his innermost desires. Now that Juliet had actually witnessed her husband screwing, and seen how loving another woman could be, riding his big prick, she began to wonder if the drifting apart, the sexual boredom, was all his fault.
"Come on, Auntie," Rochelle whispered. "Let's give them time to get dressed and pretend that nothing happened. One thing is for sure; Uncle Blake won't be suspicious of us sleeping together any more. He'll be glad to have us crawl in with you, because that'll give him the chance to fuck mother some more."
Ryan chuckled. "Yeah; screwing my mom is like taking just one potato chip-you always want another piece, right away."
CHAPTER FOUR
So Juliet found herself with the children again that night, and she had more or less kept her head after all the drinks her suddenly attentive husband had urged upon her after dinner. She'd felt like drinking, but not all that much, and she knew damned well why Blake was trying to get her smashed.
He wanted to fuck her sister some more, but he also wanted to protect them by being sure Juliet slept soundly and would not awaken at the first passionate moans from dear Melanie. The poor guy had no idea that she already knew about his screwing her sister, and he'd probably pass out, if he thought she'd watched and approved.
She lay warmly between the kids, all of them naked and waiting for Blake and their mother to get started, so they could begin fucking on their own. Rochelle, Julie thought, and wondered if Ryan could take them both on, or if one of them would have to suffer awhile, waiting for the boy to recover his strength, and his hard-on.
It was amazing, what just one night and one day could do to change a person's entire moral outlook, she thought. Here she was, considering the fucking of her nephew, and abetting in his fucking of his sister. Two days ago, she would have recoiled in horror at such a suggestion, but now she was eager for the sexual festivities to begin.
Ryan's lips were at her ear, and she felt the probing of his delightfully hard cock against her thigh. He whispered, "Mom just climbed up into his bed. She really goes after a new prick, and in a few minutes, he wouldn't hear us if the roof fell in."
She wondered who would be first, wondered again if little Rochelle could be fully developed sexually, as her brother was. At twelve, Juliet had been an uptight, miserable kid. She hadn't even masturbated until she was fifteen or sixteen. But Rochelle was fucking at twleve, and fucking her brother, at that. If she had a brother, Juliet thought, it might have been quite different; maybe her brother could have turned her on at an early age, and all those years would not have been so lonely.
Now she wasn't lonely; a bare girl snuggled to her left side, a naked boy pressed upon the right side, and a need for this new richness was throbbing within her cunt. She turned her head and kissed Ryan, running her tongue into his mouth; then she turned to kiss little Rochelle, and was surprised by the fierceness of the girl's tongue as it darted and probed.
Across her taut body Ryan whispered, "Rochelle? I'll eat you first, okay?"
"Together," she said. "Show Auntie how we do it together, three people."
"Okay," he answered, and his hands were upon Juliet's flesh, caressing and urging her up to her knees. Shuddering, head bent, she kneeled in puzzlement until Ryan slid between her legs.
He was on his back, and, opening her legs, Juliet made room for his slim body, positioning her groin so she would be ready to take his prick.
She had heard the rustling of sheets, sensed rather than saw in the darkness the movement of Rochelle. Then the girl reached out and felt for Juliet's hand.
"Auntie, I'm right over Ryan's face, just the way you're over his cock. As you lower your body, I'll also let mine down. We're going to make a sandwich of my brother."
Juliet turned dizzy for a second; Ryan was about to fuck her, and to eat his sister's young pussy! Never in her wildest imaginings had Juliet ever dreamed of anything so bizarre, and here she was, involved in this strange triangle, her heart slamming like mad and her breath caught in her throat. She was so excited, she thought she might faint.
Ryan's hands were stroking her hips, sliding down across her crotch and making her labia tingle, then cupping the cheeks of her ass. Despite her shock, she was stimulated, turned on; she could feel her juices beginning to flow, lubricating the inner walls of her eager pussy, oiling the lips for the entrance of her little nephew's prick.
She clung to her niece's hand, afraid to let go-and yet wondering if she should hang on, and Rochelle said, "Down we go, Auntie dear-you on my brother's cock, me on his mouth."
It was crazy, impossible, and yet-Juliet winced as the blunt end of the boy's erect prick touched her labia, as it poked questingly into her pubic hairs. Helplessly, her lower body slipped down, down, and the head of Ryan's stiff cock eased into the suctioning grasp of her damp cuntlips. In it went, rigid and hot, and when her crotch touched his belly, he was fed into her pussy full length.
"Ooh," Rochelle sighed. "Ryan, your tongue tickles. Ooh, doll-yes, lick my cunt."
Juliet shivered, and wished that she could see the girl's face, that she could watch Rochelle slide back and forth upon her brother's mouth. She wished they were some place else, that her husband and their mother weren't just a few feet away.
But she would make do. She had a deliriously stiff cock up her flexing pussy, and the boy was wiggling it, pushing his pelvis up and letting it drop, so she could do no less than ride it nicely for him, grinding her crotch on the slippery cock.
Now Rochelle had taken both her hands, and she could feel the rhythm of the girl's movements as Ryan ate into that delicate little pussy. Juliet was glad she already knew the touch of that tongue, the gentle nipping of those teeth, the suction Ryan was giving to his sister's cunt. Squirming on his prick, she could almost feel the way his mouth was working on Rochelle's vagina, how it was stimulating the girl's clit.
What sharing this was, she thought; what blending and giving, each to the other. Intimate and soft, ardent yet gentle, they were no longer three individuals, but one connected person. Wiggling on the slow thrusts of the boy's cock, leaning forward, Juliet found herself almost face to face with her niece.
Rochelle's hands found Juliet's tits and began to fondle them. The sensation was terrific, and Juliet could not help leaning still farther forward, so that she could kiss the child's soft lips.
Mouths open, tongues sliding thrillingly over each other, teeth clashing tenderly, they kissed deeply, lovingly. Juliet tasted the youth, the fire in this lovely girl, and as their breaths blended, discovered that her own fingers were straying over Rochelle's breasts. But only for a moment; startled at herself, Juliet drew back, even though Rochelle clung to her nipples with fingers that were almost cruel.
And just then, Ryan stepped up the power and the beat of his strokes, laying his hard young meat up into the depths of her hot cunt. She writhed upon the rod, twisted so that it passed over the swollen bud of her clitoris, shook her ass as the boy fondled the cheeks.
"Oh!" the sound jolted from her, and she immediately choked back any other noises. Blake was so close, she thought, and even though her husband was no doubt busily fucking another woman, she still didn't want him to suspect what she was up to.
Rochelle hissed, "He's eating my cunt, Auntie. He's licking around inside my hot little pussy and tickling my clit. Now-ooohh! Now, he's sucking on it, biting my pussy. Oh, Auntie-is it this good for you?"
"Y-yes," she sighed. "Oh, yes! His cock-I'm about to come-oh, yes, I am-I am!"
And she shuddered to a blazing completion atop the surging" body of her nephew, hunched and trembled while the boy continued to stuff his prick into her undulating cunt. Every push of that dedicated cock was inflaming, another titillation of the throbbing clitoris, and she thought that she might never stop coming.
But then the spasm shook him, also, and she felt the head of his prick expand, felt the jetted release of his boyish semen as it struck hotly and greasily up into her box to splash against her cervix.
Oh, so good; oh, so magnificent; and as she sagged limply, the girl had Juliet's face pinned between small strong hands, and was kissing her. Rochelle's tongue was hotly penetrating, her teeth turned vicious, her breath bursting with small sobs into Juliet's panting mouth. The girl was coming, too; her small, sleek body jerked and quaked, and her hands mashed down upon Juliet's tits, flattening the hard and aching nipples against their palms.
When the gasping eased, and the stiff bodies relaxed, they clung together for a while, temporarily sated, their fiery passions slaked for the moment, but Juliet knew that this had been only the beginning, that more was to come.
But for now, she climbed carefully off the boy's impossibly stiff prick, conscious of the small hot trail of semen it left along the inside of her left thigh. She lay down beside him, now cut off from the girl by Ryan's body. And Juliet listened for sounds coming from the other bed.
She heard them, listened to the sloshy noises that could only be her husband's hard cock slapping itself meatily into her sister's steamy wet cunt. Blake and Melanie were screwing again, and the more they worked at it, the less they seemed to care about noises they might make. They were that wrapped up in each other, Juliet thought, that concentrated in their fucking, and she felt glad for them both.
Catching her breath, feeling the juiciness of her own cunt as it leaked a little oil into the warm clasp of her thighs, Juliet closed her eyes, and opened them suddenly, to stare in the blackness at the pale shape of Ryan. The boy was straddling her waist, feeling her tits with both deft hands, sliding up and up along the tensed skin of her belly.
His thighs were slim and warm along her rib cage; his balls, his so lightly haired crotch, pressed into her tummy. He was ready to do it again, she realized, but this way? And then she suddenly knew what was going to happen, knew without a doubt that her nephew was about to make her go down on him, eat his boyish cock.
She didn't know how. She was afraid and perhaps a little disgusted in advance. But she thought how nicely he had eaten her, how he had devoured his sister, and Juliet also knew that she could not, would not resist him.
Juliet flinched; warm lips had been drawn along her thigh, moving hotly down to her kneecap-satin lips, caressing breath, the hint of tiny teeth. Rochelle! What was the child doing? She was moving over, lifting her weight, crossing Juliet's leg, coming in between Juliet's knees.
Then Ryan moved upward again, calmly and steadily, sliding his crotch up to the mounds of her tits. He bent down his cock and used his hands to squeeze her breasts together, so he could make a cavern of them to shove his hard little cock into. His penis was sticky, damp on the head and down around his testicles, from the fucking he'd given her such a short time ago.
She could smell a faint musk, an odor of maleness that rose from his organs, and wondered hazily if some of that spice had come from the silken interior of her own pussy. Juliet could make out the dim shape of the boy's prick, so close to her face, and her hands fondled the downy cheeks of his ass as he pumped it slowly, languorously, back and forth.
"Titty fucking," he said quietly down to her. "I do it to Mom all the time, but you've got bigger and softer tits, Auntie."
Juliet quivered again, for now Rochelle was blowing softly into her pubic hair, blowing a warm, breezy caress across the taut flesh of her belly. Surely, the girl didn't mean to do the same thing her brother had done to her?
Then there was no time for wondering, for rationalizations, because Ryan let go her tits and moved up, pushing the head of his cock at her face. The spongy-hard knob of it brushed her cheek, and he took her head in both his hands, winding his delicate fingers into the depths of her hair to place her in just the proper position.
Gasping, Juliet felt the glans touch her lips, and she closed them in reflex. A boy's cock in her mouth! A prick inside her mouth, on her tongue, possibly reaching far back in her throat to make her strangle! Oh, no, she thought-she could never do this, had never done it to her own husband, had never considered doing it to anyone. And now-
Somehow her lips were opening, giving to the gentle insistence of the prick. Slippery and pliant, the glans slid in, and she opened wider so that her teeth would not scrape his tender skin. From some age-old memory of womankind, Juliet drew the knowledge of what she was supposed to do, and did it without hesitation, without question.
She took in the head of her nephew's prick, welcomed it with the softness of her lips and allowed it to glide along the roof of her mouth, laving its lower roundness with the lapping action of her tongue. He tasted wonderful, pungent and velvety, juicy and with a hint of milkiness.
Her teeth nipped him. She hadn't meant to, but it was an involuntary action caused by the blazing touch of Rochelle's lips upon her cunt, by the trailing fingers of the girl as she caressed the insides of Juliet's thighs and down into the feathery cleft of her ass.
"Ummm!" Rochelle said, the vibrations of her low voice setting up a frenzied chain reaction within Juliet's cunt as her niece's lips kissed it.
Ryan drew back, moved forward, and Juliet realized that he was fucking her mouth, that he was making the same strokes and gyrating motions into her face that he had recently made into her pussy. The boy was screwing her mouth, copulating there, and she could not keep from caressing his sliding prick with her tongue, nor hold back from chewing lovingly upon it from time to time.
She drew him closer, digging her fingers into the cheeks of his ass and pulling him deeper, reveling in the surge of his cockhead into the back of her throat. Juliet wanted to eat him, to swallow him into her stomach and digest him, so that he would become a part of her flesh and blood forever.
Rochelle's torrid tongue pushed itself wetly into Juliet's labia, spreading the already wet lips wider for its entrance. The girl licked hotly there, lapped thirstily into the slit before moving farther up to the nest of the clitoris. The sensation was tremendous, overwhelming, a matchless feeling of intimacy and affection.
The boy humped her mouth, holding to her head and starting to stroke so deeply that Juliet was afraid she might choke on his prick, but she managed to take it anyhow. The licking, pushing the end of her tongue into the sticky slot of his glans, the sucking-it was all bringing him to a climax.
Down below, Rochelle was doing the same things to Juliet, but in a feminine way. Juliet thought insanely that no boy would ever be able to eat pussy the way a girl could, because the female knew all the female's most sensitive places, all the high points of erotic stimulation.
Clutching her nephew's ass, Juliet pulled and pulled, her tongue racing around the plunging head of his cock. And she was rewarded when he groaned, when his lower body turned rigid and the cheeks of his ass clenched.
"Ahh!" he breathed. "Ah, Auntie darling-I'm coming, coming! Make me come, darling Auntie-swallow it, suck it out!"
Furiously, the knob of his staff exploded within her sucking mouth, and she knew the spatter of thick, hot fluid that drenched her throat and flooded her cheeks. Creamy and musky, the boy's powerful semen streamed like boiling honey over the roof of her mouth and over her tongue, her teeth. Juliet gulped and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, and thought that she might be hurting Ryan by draining so much of his strength out through the delicious head of his prick.
Not so; he continued to pump his savory come into her throat, the flow diminishing only in slow spurts until she was certain she had him sucked dry. She licked the head, curled her tongue around the slim rod, and let go of his ass so she could play with his balls.
"Mmmm!" Rochelle moaned into her cunt, and the girl's teeth drew the clitoris between them. Juliet almost bit down on her nephew's young, hard cock, but held off in time.
Rochelle was eating frantically into her pussy, laving the walls, nipping the labia, sucking the mouth of the cunt into her own and trying to drain all its juices. Juliet's ass was grinding in response, her belly heaving and bucking.
Ryan tried to back his prick out of her mouth, but she clung to it, holding him between her teeth, sucking as she was being sucked. She thrust quicker against the girl's chin, into Rochelle's sharp teeth, and she could not resist the low, crooning sound that escaped her throat.
Clamping her thighs about her niece's head, she fucked the girl's mouth in short, savage little humps, knowing the spread, the growth of that mellow, hot feeling, the bursting of her orgasm. She was coming, coming, and the sensation was so intense, so sizzling, that her mind whirled and her senses reeled.
Sweet and hot; eating and being eaten; devoured and swallowed and loved-LOVED!
Juliet's mouth slipped off the boy's prick as her head fell back upon the pillow. Her eyes closed dreamily, and her thighs opened slowly, regretfully, to let the girl's head escape from their satin grip. She had been the center of all the universe, the pinwheel of adoration, and she wanted to dissolve her flesh for them, for these wondrous children who were more free and open jwith their sexuality than she had ever been. But she would try to match them-oh, yes, she would try.
CHAPTER FIVE
"We'd better stay off the main roads," Blake said. "If your husband comes looking for you and the kids, he'll know that we went south, this time of year, and if he prowls the major highways, he's sure to find the housecar."
Melanie poured orange juice for them all, looking awake and refreshed and very sexy in a frilly blue gown that showed the dark nipples of her breasts. She said, "He'll look in every state park, every tourist layout he can find. Martin is a real hard nose, and very stubborn."
Juliet sipped her juice, glanced at the children's calm faces. She still couldn't adapt so quickly to what was going on, finding it difficult to accept the transitions from wild sex to casual, everyday events. And although the chase wasn't all that casual, this family-style breakfast was. But under the even tone of the discussion was a sense of tension, and she thought this was caused primarily by her sister's fear of being pursued by a vengeful husband.
And there was the fact that they were all fucking people they were not supposed to be laying-according to the tenets of the society in which they had been living. Except for the kids; the twins had set their own rules, and who was to say they were in any fashion wrong?
Turning from the sideboard, Juliet scrambled eggs and saw that Melanie was making toast, that Blake was drinking coffee. Melanie bumped her hip and winked broadly.
The gestures said plainly that Melanie had enjoyed herself last night, that she had balled long and tempestuously with Juliet's husband, and was happy she had been given the chance. Stirring the eggs, Juliet thought she knew exactly how her sister felt, for hadn't she swung as a loved and loving part of a sensuous triangle last night?
She determined to have a long discussion with Melanie after breakfast was done and the dishes cleared. Maybe they'd talk about Blake, about Melanie's husband, even about the pair of hedonists her sister had given birth to. Or she could talk about herself.
They ate quickly, for Blake was anxious to get on the road, to take the housecar farther from the main road they had been following. While the paper plates were being dumped in a roadside container by the twins, Juliet and her sister tidied up and closed everything tight for traveling.
Blake turned left at the next junction, easing the big bus into a two-lane highway and holding it well within the speed limits. Over his shoulder, he said, "Got to watch all the side roads, and we'll be slow through the little towns, but who cares? We've got lots of time."
Sure, Juliet thought-lots of time for you to fuck my sister, to rut around in Melanie's attractive pussy. Was that a flash of jealousy? In a way, she admitted; not so much jealous of Melanie as of the big cock she had taken, the cock Juliet had not felt in months.
The kids were sitting up front by their uncle, innocently holding hands, and when the van had gone a good distance, Juliet said, "How-how was he?"
Melanie lighted a cigarette. "Blake was great, just fine. He's been repressed a long time, it seems. Whose fault is that, his or yours?"
Juliet sat down and looked at her hands, lying so lightly in her lap, lying over the pussy that had been so thoroughly fucked, so wonderfully sucked, last night. She said, "Both of us, I guess. Blake never-well, he never pushed me into doing anything out of the ordinary and I never led him into it. That makes us both at fault, I imagine."
Melanie sipped another cup of coffee, stubbed out her cigarette and made a face at it. "Yech! Every day I mean to swear off smoking. Well, sister dear-your virile husband is no longer uptight about sex; at least, the parts of it we went through while you were supposed to be zonked out with the kids. Which reminds me. How have they been acting? Leading you step by step through the orgy scene?"
Juliet felt her face go warm. "Why-why, yes. I mean, when we talk about it, multiple sex sounds bad, but when I'm doing it-"
"I know, I know," Melanie cut in. "You're telling yourself the same things I used to berate myself with-how vile, evil, sick, to be fucking my own kids. But as you said, when it's going on, all it is is beautiful."
Juliet nodded. Beautiful was the proper description of how she felt when Ryan's hard young prick was up her snatch, sliding greasily around in the lubrication of its own come; it was how she felt when sweet, ravenous little Rochelle was licking hotly into her pussylips.
She said, "But-how about Blake? You've screwed him a couple of times and-"
"And taught him how nice it is to play a little sixty-nine," Melanie interrupted. "He was reluctant at first, but when I got the head of his cock in my mouth and swung my ass around, he got the idea. Now he loves it."
"Blake-going down on you? I-somehow, I didn't think he would; not right away, anyhow."
Melanie smiled. "He'll be just as eager to eat your lovely cunt, when you two get together again and fuck the way you should."
"That's more what I meant about Blake," Juliet said. "How are we going to tell him, what am I going to say to my husband?"
Melanie finished her coffee. "You might try walking up to him and saying, 'Hey, old man-I've been fucking our nephew and playing Lesbian games with our little niece.' Then, before he could get his balance, you might add, 'While you were screwing my sister.' "
Juliet shivered. "Oh, but I couldn't do that."
"No, I suppose you couldn't. But it would be a blast to hear you try, and to see your old man's face."
-"Be serious," Juliet said. "We can't keep sneaking like this, and if Blake thinks he's going to try that old double standard on me-"
"No way," Melanie finished. "Okay, tell you what. Let's run little Rochelle in on him-after I've gotten him started. I'm not as small as my daughter, but if Blake is smashed, and hot to trot, he won't know the difference until it's too late."
Juliet considered that. "Has Rochelle ever screwed anyone but Ryan? Is she large enough to take Blake's thing? I mean, she's so little, and he's-"
"She'll handle him," Melanie said. "That I promise. Our little Rochelle is just aching to get at another prick. So, if I pull off the switch successfully, and our lover man dips his cock into his underage niece's hot snatch, he'll be ripe for hearing anything about you and Ryan, because he can't deny what he's done with me and the girl. And he sure as hell won't want to do without the good new stuff he's getting."
Nodding, Juliet said, "That just might work. If Blake can be made to feel guilty, he won't be able to point the finger of scorn at anybody else."
"Not his finger, maybe," Melanie said, and giggled. "But he'll get it up for you, too. I'll bet you get the greatest screwing since Blake first put it to you. A guy gets heated up, turned on, when he knows his wife is putting out for somebody else. Most husbands do, that is. Mine has to be a jerk!"
There wasn't much Juliet could say to that. She puttered around the van, cleaning and dusting, turning it all over in her head-Melanie and Blake; Blake and little Rochelle; Blake and Juliet? She didn't know about that, but it was a warmly exciting idea. She was a renewed woman, one who had learned to let down the bars. If Blake was really the same, they could really swing together, discovering all these new and thrilling things about each other.
They stopped for lunch at a hot dog stand, and Blake also put aboard a case of beer. Juliet drove through the afternoon, deliberately staying busy so that she wouldn't be lured back into the bunkbed by Ryan. She had a lot of time to think, though, and she created a number of exotic fantasies in her head, saw feverish images of her husband and the twins, of her sexy younger sister; she even dreamed of herself in the acts.
At dusk, she found a little turnoff under some oak trees, and pulled in the bus to park it out of sight as much as possible. One thing she certainly did not want, and that was any kind of trouble with Martin, with her sister's husband.
Dinner was practically ready, so she used the shower first, soaping down well and cooling off in the clean spray of water. She could see that Blake had been at the beer, and when he didn't eat very much of the steak and spuds, Juliet knew that he was well on his way to getting snockered. She made a silent wager with herself that her husband would head early for bed, and make it plain that he'd like everyone else to do the same.
But Blake fooled her by showering first, then making his early-bird crack. "Hey, kids-everybody. Guess I'll hit the sack early, if we're going to make any time tomorrow. Maybe you'd all better hit it, too; I'd like breakfast about seven."
Juliet said, "Of course, but I'd like to listen to some music for just a little while. I'll keep it turned low, dear."
She didn't miss the quick look Blake threw at her-sister,-but pretended she did, toying with the radio dial and keeping her head down until he was safely in the forward bed and the drapes were drawn around it.
Then she said softly, "The cute bastard," and they all laughed. Juliet saw that Rochelle was keyed up, that the girl seemed high-strung and excited, with warm lights dancing in her dark-blue eyes. Rochelle was shifting from side to side on her chair, rubbing her golden legs together in eagerness.
Her mother whispered, "Take it wasy! You'll get to him soon enough, but right now, start making noises as if you're going to bed. And Juliet, that radio is a good idea; it'll cover some other sounds.
Lights off, any time."
Snugged together in the bunkbed, Juliet put her arms around the lovely twins, and they whispered under the sound of soft music. Ryan said, "Mom won't give him long, and she'll bring the bottle into the bed with her, so he can drink some more."
Curious, Juliet asked, "And you're not jealous of him screwing your mother?"
"Not a bit. There's enough pussy there for everybody, and it's not like he could wear it out. Before I knew what fucking was all about, I guess I used to be uptight about my daddy sticking her. He was getting something I couldn't have, and that made me uptight. Until I finally screwed Mom, and then it was okay for him to fuck her, too."
Listening through the bunk curtains, Juliet heard her sister heading for the forward bed. An edge of arousal sliced through her; it wouldn't be long now. She said to the girl, "And you're not afraid? You saw your uncle's cock; don't you think it might be too big for your little vagina?"
Rochelle snugged closer, moved her lips down to Juliet's tit and murmured there, "I can take it, I'm sure. I think I can take just about any size prick. I'm sure going to try."
Juliet stroked the girl's hip, and allowed herself the privilege of making a mild caress of the pert and saucy ass, running her fingers lightly over the sleek and shapely cheeks. Rising then to the curve of her back, her hand fondled the graceful line, and sighing, Rochelle turned over so that Juliet could feel the firm little pear of her left tit, the berry-shaped nipple so erect and throbbing hard.
"We'll get together soon," Rochelle promised. "But I have to fuck Uncle Blake first."
And Ryan said gently, "I'm sorry, Auntie; you'll have to wait a while for me, too. Mom will be in here, and I just have to fuck her tonight."
"It's all right," Juliet said, and meant it. There was more to sensual excitement than fucking, a deeper and highly stimulating meaning in watching it done, hearing it done, even in thinking about the different ways and means of people fucking and going down on each other, individually and in groups.
They lay quietly, waiting, and breathing heavily in the dark. Rochelle nibbled at Juliet's tit, and Ryan cupped one hand over her cunt. Juliet slid her own hands down the two slim bodies, so alike and yet so different. She stroked their hips, their flat young bellies, then dared to finger down to their genitals.
Rochelle had only a faint dusting of pubic hair, and even that was dainty, feathery. The small mound was a wonder to the touch, fragilely shaped, diminutive but utterly feminine. Juliet's middle finger lay warmly upon the nearly naked labia, and as Rochelle made gentle tick-tock motions of her pelvis, Juliet thought of Ryan's cock sliding into those delicate pussylips; she thought of her husband's much larger prick battling its blunt way inside that baby-like cunt, and was frightened for the girl, even if Rochelle wasn't.
Ryan's cock, so hotly stiff and pulsating with an inner life of its own, with that ever-present and vibrant urgency that made him such a cocksman; Juliet felt over it, taking her time, caressing the erect cock so that she would be familiar with its every inch, its every contour.
Her fingertips traveled over the spongy head and paused to stroke the slitted mouth as she remembered the creamy lava that flowed from it. Juliet found his balls and cupped them, squeezed them tenderly within their hairy, wrinkled sac. She trailed one exploring finger down farther yet, feeling the cord that ran from Ryan's testicles back to his asshole.
Wrapped up in the languorous appreciation of each other's bodies, they didn't hear Melanie until she drew back the bunk curtains with a sound that made them all flinch.
"Rochelle-come on, kid! He's about to pop his nuts in frustration, because I kept putting him off. Blake's pretty well smashed, and eager for some fucking. So you crawl on in there and give it to him. Don't let him play around; just crawl over on top of him and get the head of his prick in your tight little box. It's easier if you do the riding. Go, girl!"
"Yes, Mom," Rochelle whispered back, and scooted out, moving across Juliet and her brother.
Juliet reached out and turned off the radio. As she rolled back into the bunk, she felt it dip to her sister's weight. Ryan was right; he said his mothei would come in to be fucked, and here she was. Juliet moved over to the wall to make room. Listening, they heard a gasp in the forward bunk, and felt the movement of Blake's rhythm like a tremor through the housecar.
"They're fucking," Melanie breathed.
"Do you think he knows it's not you?" Ryan asked.
"He won't right away. When he gets the idea, he should be ready to come, and with Rochelle bouncing on him like a girl jockey on a race horse, Blake will blow off in a hurry."
Ryan hesitated, then said, "I missed you, Mom."
"And I missed you, baby. But haven't you been keeping your auntie happy?"
"Not tonight," he answered. "I was saving it for you."
And from her position by the wall, Juliet murmured, "Go ahead. Please, go ahead. I can wait."
"Baby," Melanie said again, her voice gone all throaty.
Juliet had to see it. She wasn't about to lie there and feel the action, hear the noises of fucking and not be able to see it. She reached up and turned on the little reading lamp built into the head of the bunk.
They didn't care about the light flooding them; Juliet thought that they might not even notice it, they were that enthralled with each other. Her sister and her sister's son lay side by side, with one of Melanie's legs lifted over the boy. Ryan was blissfully sucking upon one of his mom's thick nipples, and his hands were cupping the rounded cheeks of her ass.
As Melanie stroked her son's head, his hard young cock dipped between her thighs and slid its length along her hairy labia, lying horizontally to the humid slot itself. Fascinated, Juliet raised herself to one elbow to watch the head of that polished cock slip back and forth, appearing and vanishing from a spot just beneath her asshole.
"Oh, Mom," he breathed, licking her tit, running his quick, light hands over her flesh, "oh, Mother, you have the most beautiful body in the world, and the hottest cunt. I can feel the heat from it, feel the juicy hairs tickle my prick as I move it like this, and like this-"
Melanie said, "Stop teasing me, darling. Please, please-just shove your hard little cock right on into your mommy's pussy-there. Oh, yes, darling-like that! Oh, yes, and isn't that the hardest, sweetest prick anywhere?"
Sucking in her breath, one hand squeezing down upon her own aching pussy, Juliet saw the boy's cock poke itself into the steamy bush of his mother's cunt, saw the pink lips open themselves to take in the head of that hard dick.
"Ummm," Melanie sighed. "That's wonderful, son; that's just perfect, Ryan-fuck me nice now; fuck me a long, long time, and make your mother come again and again."
"Yes, Mother," the boy answered, and began to thrust into his mom's enveloping cunt, his compact prick dipping to its balls, then withdrawing for another long and lingering stroke.
Heart thumping wildly, Juliet could only stare hungrily at the tableau, at the gyrations of her sister's ass as the boy's stiff cock worked in and out. She stared at the balls lifting to snuggle against Melanie's ass, saw them drop and the greasy, shining length of the cock emerge almost to its glans.
Slowly, Juliet's hand went out, and gently she touched the sleek curves of her sister's ass. It was hot-fleshed and silken-skinned, moving, moving so lasciviously, grinding itself upon the ramming staff. The touch put Juliet in communication with her sister and nephew, connected her by a fingertip to the sensual twistings and hunchings of them, made her a small part of their scorching passions.
They wiggled and thrust, moaned and panted, and Ryan's rigid cock pounded more fiercely up into his mother's snatch. Melanie clawed at her son, and the tempo of her pelvis grew, picked up speed and power as her climax approached. She always grew frantic, Ryan had said. When fucking, his mom always turned it on more violently when she neared her orgasm.
"B-baby!" Melanie said. "Oh, my darling baby boy-fuck your mama, fuck me good-lay that fine young cock up in your mom's pussy-I'm going to come, to come!"
"Me, too, Mother! I'm going to come with you-uuh!UHH!"
Juliet saw them heave together, watched the boy's prick slam balls-deep into her sister's juicy, steaming cunt, and her hand locked itself into the curve of Melanie's ass, clenched there as if Juliet could drain off some of their orgasm for her own. They were wonderful together, gorgeous in their abandonment, in their all-out lust for each other's fevered bodies. Juliet envied them for what they had, even though she was beginning to realize they would glady share it with her.
Only when they relaxed, went limp, did Juliet know that they hadn't been keeping their voices down, that her husband had no doubt heard it all.
CHAPTER SIX
Juliet hesitated as the housecar was driven into the yard of the Carter family home. "Blake-won't he think to look for us here? Your brother's place-"
He locked the emergency brake and opened the door. As the kids piled out he said, "Maybe not; when we left town, I drove south, and only turned west this morning. That should throw Martin off, if he's following us."
Melanie paused at the door, smiled at them both, and stepped down to greet Blake's brother and sister-in-law. "Hi, Robin; hi, Gale! Surprised to see us?"
Juliet called out, "Be with you in a second, kids!" and to her husband, "Let's take a minute to talk, Blake."
He started out of his seat. "Can't it wait?"
She said harshly, "Not if you want to continue fucking my sister-and little Rochelle."
Blake dropped back suddenly, eyes wide. "R-Rochelle! Now wait-look-"
"You look," she said. "Maybe you were smashed last night, but surely after you got into that little girl's cunt, surely you knew the difference between her snatch and her mother's."
He put a hand to his forehead, covering his eyes. "I-I thought something was changed, but I-well, I guess I didn't want to know. She was so hot, so squirming-tight and hot-"
Dropping his hand, he turned his face and looked at her. "How long have you known, right from the first?"
Juliet sat stiffly erect, her hands clenched, meaning to clear the air so they could all be honest, instead of sneaking around as they had been.
"Yes," she said. "I watched you from outside, the first time you laid Melanie in this housecar."
His eyebrows crawled up. "You watched us?"
She nodded. "The twins and I watched you do it to their mother, and we were all in the plot to send little Rochelle into your bed last night. So you didn't fuck Melanie, but her daughter-her twelve-year-old daughter."
Blake's eyes were stricken. "But I wasn't sure! And she was so-so damned sexy, and her little pussy was so fine inside-maybe I couldn't have stopped screwing her, even if I did know. It's impossibly soft and narrow, and she uses it like a little mink, fucking and fucking-"
Juliet relented and put out her hand, closing it upon his. "Isn't it wonderful? You're not bored any more, and neither am I. Blake-I've been fucking Ryan!"
"You and that kid? You-"
She squeezed his hand. "Just as you and that other kid, and my sister-"
"Damn!" he said. "I thought you'd turned frigid, and would never do anything like that, with anybody else. But-was that you, last night, yelling out that you were coming?"
"No," she answered. "I didn't get to fuck Ryan until later. He was sticking it to his mother, just then."
Blake stared. "I'll be a son of a bitch."
"Come on, now," Juliet said. "Think about it logically. But meanwhile, let's get out before your brother and his wife think we're having another big argument."
They chatted with Robin and Gale, talked about everything except why Martin wasn't along on the vacation. Juliet eyed Robin, who was only twenty-five, and hardly a carbon copy of his older brother. Where her husband was tall, dark, and rangy, Robin was wide, chunkily built, and varying shades of brown-eyes, hair, and the suntan of his skin.
His wife was a doll; she was twenty years old, with rich, long, black hair and snapping black eyes to match. Her olive skin had rose tones in it, and looked flawless. Gale wasn't tall, but looked it, since she was almost skinny, a slim and willowy girl like the fashion models Juliet saw in magazines. But Juliet had also seen her in a bikini, and knew the girl had nicely developed breasts.
The gathering turned into a party of sorts, centering around the patio pool and the portable bar that Robin trundled out. The twins found the stereo, and got music going, putting on their act of innocent childhood.
Watching them splashing in the sun, hearing them laugh, Juliet stretched her long legs on a chaise longue and drank a highball, wondering if it were an act. They were sexually precocious, to be sure, but without thinking of what they did as dirty, only as a joy to have and to share. That in itself was a purity, an innocence the rest of them could use.
Melanie made it a point to dance with Blake, then with Robin, moving closely to both men, not yet openly provocative, but hinting at it.
Robin's wife sat down beside Juliet, her eyes cloudy. "Melanie isn't heading for a divorce, is she? I mean-Martin's not along and the twins won't say anything, and look how she's making up to both our men."
Juliet finished her highball, reached for the bottle and poured more bourbon into her glass, then into Gale's. "Oh, Melanie's a good kid-good for the men, too. See how they kind of sparkle? Men perk up when they think a lovely woman is available."
"You don't seem worried," Gale said.
"I'm not. A few days ago, I would have been all uptight about her being so blatantly sexual to Blake. But now, I say more power to her, and to him."
Gale blinked, drank off half her booze and said, "Do you mean that?"
"Of course. I've opened up about sex, since-well, I'll tell you sometime, if you're really interested. I can honestly say that I'm not jealous of my sister and my husband, that I hope they can make it the most."
-"You-you mean you approve of them having-having an affair?" Gale sounded shocked, and drained her glass. Juliet immediately refilled it for the girl.
"Sure, I approve. But you know what? I think that tonight, Blake will screw me-at least, he'll probably screw me first. After that, anything can happen. With anybody."
"You're serious, Juliet!"
Juliet nodded, a little drunk, a little high and not much giving a damn about Gale's attitude, or anyone else's. She watched the twins cavorting in the water, saw their golden, beautiful bodies, and wondered how they looked when they were fucking. That was a sight she hadn't been treated to, as yet.
She decided to press it with Gale, to see what would happen. "What would you say if I told you I watched Melanie and my husband screw? And if I said I-well, I've had my own lover, and Blake knows about him?"
Gale's eyes were wide, their black depths swirling. "I'd say you've changed a hell of a lot. Robin and I always thought you were so straight-and Blake, too. Not that Robin and I do any swinging, you understand; not yet. But he knows I shacked up before we married, and I know damned well he wasn't a cherry, and we accept each other as we are. But you and Blake-"
Juliet sighed, "I know. Stodgy, stuffy people, plodding along a dreary path to nowhere, fighting half the time and ignoring each other the rest. That changed overnight, when we let down the bars-when Blake took Melanie and gave her a good fucking, but only after I helped arrange his seduction. You see, I was feeling guilty about my own transgressions, and we had to bring Blake into the affair, or it would all go down the drain, all that lovely, terribly exciting sex would go to waste. I couldn't stand that, wouldn't stand for it."
Gale shifted in her chair, her long, supple legs sliding together, her tits pushing against the thin material of her blouse. Juliet saw with interest that Gale didn't wear a bra, and that her nipples were rising long and dark. The girl was interested, becoming excited. Good, Juliet thought.
The music beat around them, and the children's voices shrieked joyfully as they played in the pool. Melanie seemed to be concentrating her attention upon Gale's husband now, while Blake wandered over to the edge of the pool and stood looking down at the twins.
Gale said softly, "I wonder if-if something like that would liven up our marriage. Oh, Robin is a virile lover, but there are nights when I-when there doesn't seem to be any real lift to it, as if we've screwed too many times before, and it's only going to be the same old thing."
Juliet saw Blake squat at poolside, the twins hanging to the edge and staring up at him; Rochelle was saying something. Juliet put one hand on Gale's knee, a soft and shapely knee, and said, "Try it, you'll like it."
"But-but you're talking about letting your husband and me swing, and my husband with Melanie, and you-"
"Don't worry about me," Juliet said, tossing off the last of her drink. "I'll just kind of jump in here and there, when I have time."
Gale took a deep breath and shoved out her tits. "If Robin's willing, I'll do it!"
"Good for you!" Juliet exclaimed. "Now let's have another blast, to seal the bargain-if that's what it is. And I don't think you'll have any trouble convincing Robin. My sister is just about to lead him off somewhere."
Gale climbed up and wobbled a little as she headed for the dancing couple. She tapped Melanie on the shoulder and cut in to dance with her own husband, whispering something in his ear that made him jerk his head upright.
Melanie plopped down in Gale's chair and picked up her glass. "Whoosh! You girls have been hitting this sauce pretty heavy; this stuff is straight."
"More than can be said about us," Juliet grinned. "Right now, Gale's shaking up her husband with the information that it's okay for him to fuck you-if she gets to fuck my husband in turn."
Melanie nodded. "Thought that was what you were up to. And of course, you'll entertain the children while all this is going on."
"Naturally. I have just discovered that I am one hell of a baby sitter, my dear little sister."
Melanie inclined her head toward Blake and the twins at the pool. "You may have trouble getting him away from Rochelle."
"Oh," Juliet said, "he can join us later, if he wishes. Nothing greedy about us baby sitters. Besides, I'm kind of anxious to see if Blake will make it with all of us."
"He will, I'm sure; just give him time."
"Yeah," Juliet said, "about an hour or so. If Gale turns him loose that quickly; she has a gleam in her eye, that girl."
"She's coming this way, and damned if she isn't leading Robin by the hand!"
Robin looked embarrassed, red-faced, but his wife seemed to be in control of the situation. Gale said, "Okay, Melanie, he's all yours-for the moment."
Juliet smiled woozily up at them. "And don't forget me, dear; I'm available as anybody."
Her brother-in-law's head came up. "You mean ' that, Juliet? You've always been so standoffish-"
"Not any more," she said. "But Melanie has dibs on you first, so go get it on, Robin. Have lots of fun, but don't wear yourself out."
And turning to Gale, as the other couple moved into the house, Juliet said, "Now to my husband, who may or may not be jolted when he sees what's falling into his lap-the lucky guy."
She really didn't have to say anything to Blake, just take Gale over and put her hand in his. Blake's eyes asked a question, and Juliet nodded. His hand tightened on Gale's, and there was a bulge in his jeans already. Not brought on by Gale, Juliet thought, seeing them walk away together, heading for some bedroom in the house. Rochelle had probably had much to do with that hard-on.
The twins climbed dripping from the pool, their slim bodies glowing with health and exercise, agleam with the vibrancy of the very young. They looked at her expectantly, and she said, "I think the playroom, where the stereo is. All right?"
"Good," Ryan said, toweling himself all over, bringing a flush to his skin. "Mom is starting to ball with a new cock, and so is Uncle Blake getting something strange. That Gale is certainly a beautiful woman, isn't she?"
"So is Auntie," Rochelle said, done with her own drying off and coming to take Juliet's arm. "There are just lots of things we haven't shown Auntie yet."
"Show me," Juliet breathed, feeling very much the amateur again. "I'm ready for anything you kids want to teach me."
"Just keep that open mind," Ryan said. "That's all it takes, really."
And Juliet was aroused by the time they were in the playroom, her tits pushing hungrily against her bra, her cunt pulsing within the tight confines of her panties. What else could three people do to each other? She watched Rochelle strip out of her bathing suit, saw the dampness still diamonding the curly, faint hairs of the girl's captivating little pussy, and had one idea. It would be no sin to eat into that darling cunt, and Juliet thought it past time she found what cunnilingus was like. But she was in their hands, and would wait to discover what it was the twins wanted.
"Oh, groovy," Rochelle said, moving to the couch. "I can sit here, and Auntie can get on her hands and knees right there."
Ryan shed his suit, and Juliet saw that his cock was already rising, the head of it gleaming as if lighted from within by some soul heat. He said, "Yeah-and me mounting her from behind while she goes down on your pussy. That's real great for a starter, Rochelle. I'll bet Auntie never ate a cunt before, have you, Aunt Juliet?"
"No," she answered, dropping her own clothing into a pile on the carpet, wriggling out of her bra and sliding down her panties to stand naked before them.
Rochelle said, as she sat on the couch and spread her little-girl thighs, "You have a beautiful body, Auntie-your tits are big and soft, and that pale-blonde hair on your cunt is very attractive, all silvery-looking and fluffy. Those nice long legs just set everything off. I hope my legs are that long and nice when I grow up."
Slowly, her eyes hypnotically fixed upon the dusting of pubic hair that only accentuated the pinkness of the girl's labia, Juliet sank to her knees. She knew what she was about to do; she was going to eat her niece's immature cunt, and she didn't think that was perverted, nor dirty, nor even truly homosexual. Juliet was only expressing her love, in the closest and best-possible way.
Still staring at the delicately shaped target of Rochelle's pussy, moved off the edge of the couch and tilted slightly upward for easy access, Juliet dropped to her hands; her face was only inches away from the girl's vulva. Without being told, she slid closer, turned her face so that she was breathing against the impossibly smooth skin of Rochelle's inner thigh.
Juliet pressed her lips to the warm, glossy flesh, placed a lingering kiss at the knee, slid it along the thigh, brought her mouth to the spicy little mound itself. But she didn't stay there; instead, she kissed the other knee, licked slowly and lovingly upward along the thigh there, and came back once more to the center.
But again, she skipped lightly over the cunt itself, this time to concentrate upon the faultless belly, the dip that moved into her tiny navel. Juliet ran a suddenly darting tongue into that dainty belly button, and was gratified by the gasp it brought from the girl, by the tightening of her tummy and the jerky movement of her slim hips.
Then she felt Ryan touch her from behind, felt his gentle, knowing hands on her waist, moving down over the upper curves of her buttocks. His cock probed between her thighs, slid warmly along her cleft, and she shivered in anticipation.
Juliet went on with what she was doing to Rochelle, blowing hotly into the mound itself, licking slowly down until the tip of her wet tongue came against the honeyed lips of the girl's doll-like pussy. Rochelle flinched, twisted, and reached down to stroke Juliet's hair.
"Dear Auntie, please-oh, darling Auntie, lick my cunt. Make me tingle inside my vagina; make me come when you eat my pussy."
"Oh, yes," Juliet sighed, every pore of her skin gone electric, sharp and searing desires blazing within her own belly, her own cunt that was being rubbed so tantalizingly by the stiff pole of Ryan's cock.
She moved her mouth down onto the pink cuntlips, licked up and down the beguiling little slit, then plunged her tongue inside it, forced the elastic labia to stretch for the prodding. She was in another female's vagina, her tongue thrusting strongly, tasting the velvet wetness, the pungent flavors of a girl's pussy. And it was good, so good!
Scraping her teeth delicately against the tender mound, Juliet moved her mouth just so, feeling and exploring until she discovered the little nubbin she sought. Teasing the clit with her tongue, she burrowed blissfully into Rochelle's cunt.
And Ryan slid the head of his stiff prick into her cunt from behind, mounting her as if she were a bitch dog in heat, and he was the horny male dog. She wanted to get hung up with him, wished crazily for the head of his hard rod to sweil until he couldn't pull it out of her clenching vagina. She craved for him to fuck her forever, to feed that glorious meat into her foamy cunt for all eternity.
She didn't neglect her eating of the childish pussy. She lapped and sucked, and worried the cunt with gentle teeth and the moaning of her breath.
Ryan began to fuck her, using long, easy strokes, moving in and out of her throbbing cunt, every thrust stimulating her clitoris, every rodding making her shake her ass and flex her belly. "Auntie, Auntie-" he said, a catch in his voice. "What a hot, soft pussy you have, and how I love to snuggle into the cheeks of your ass!"
Juliet could only groan in answer, for her mouth was very busy in her niece's sheath, boring in and pulling back to lick; sucking and releasing, teasing and thrilling with teeth and lips and her ever-moving tongue. Somehow, one hand had gotten off the floor and was caressing Rochelle's surging ass, tucked beneath the precious miniature cheeks and helping spread the savory cunt for the feasting.
"Oooh!" Rochelle squeaked, hunching faster and faster. "Oh, Aunt Juliet-how wonderful, how crazy! I'm about to pop off-to hit it! Ooohh! Yeah, yeah, baby-I'm coming, COMING!"
Ripples moved through the girl's torrid snatch, and Rochelle flipped her small ass in avid gyrations, heaving and bucking. Her hands tried to shove Juliet's mouth deeper into her cunt, and the greedy little crotch tried to swallow it. "Eat it, Auntie dear! Eat my cunt and swallow my juice!"
Juliet's nephew was stepping up the pace, lunging harder and more quickly into her cunt, his hands digging into the soft cheeks of her ass as he pumped it almost savagely into her steamy notch.
Sucking on the girl's shivering little pussy, Juliet humped back on Ryan's driving cock as best she could, grinding and meeting him stroke for stroke. Wave after wave of madness shook her, dizzied her. Lifting her dripping mouth from the girl's cunt, she cried out in pain, in an agony that blended itself in spiraling, primitive searings of color and heat and light and sensation to become ecstasy.
She came. Juliet came, rising upon her knees to clamp the delightful peg of the boy's cock, squeezing it hard with her vaginal muscles. She came, and reached out to drag Rochelle to her tits, to kiss the small red mouth passionately, splashing her tongue against Rochelle's, clashing their teeth.
Ryan hit a couple of heartbeats later, his prick trapped and held prisoner within the powerful sheath of her cunt. The head of his prong swelled, arched and spat; the boiling come inundated her cervix, and spewed into the walls of her pussy. Thick, rich, heavy-the juice fountained the length and breadth of her hole, and some of it escaped down the shaft of his cock to soak his dangling balls and to smear the insides of her thighs.
"Oh, wow," Rochelle breathed against her teeth. "That was a far-out orgasm! It almost tore me apart!"
"M-me, too," Juliet sobbed.
And Ryan stayed put, his cock still rigid. He said, "There's more ahead of us. This could be a long, long night-for everybody!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
When the doorbell rang, Juliet nearly jumped out of her skin. Disoriented, she stared wildly about her, and began to feel around for clothes.
The buzzer sounded again, with long, insistent rings. In its echo came the pounding of bare feet, the slap-slap of someone hurrying to answer. In the playroom, Ryan did the sensible thing. He snapped off the light and they sat not daring to breathe in the dimness.
"Yeah?" It was Robin's voice, disgruntled, heavy.
A man said, "Excuse me, but do you own that housecar in your driveway?"
"Yeah," Robin said again, lying. "And it's fully equipped, so if you're selling something, forget it, and I'll go back to taking my shower."
Smoothly, the man said, "Sorry I disturbed you, mister. Thought I recognized the van; it looks very much like one that belongs to a friend of mine from Provincetown. Blake Carter."
"Never heard of him," Robin said, and closed the door.
When Juliet had wrapped herself into a robe, one of several kept hanging on the playroom wall for the use of pool guests, she dared to peep out. She saw her brother-in-law sneaking a look through the curtains, watching the stranger go down the sidewalk.
As he moved away, his short robe barely reaching down to his knees, she said, "Robin-could that have been a private detective-somebody Martin sent?"
"No doubt," he said, "and I don't think I convinced him worth a damn. Melanie told me all about that prick husband of hers causing so much trouble, and I guess he'll be here not too long after that guy calls him."
Juliet pulled the robe closer about her body, and saw how Robin was looking into the open top of it, eyeing her tits. She said, "Maybe I'd better tell Blake."
"He and my wife are in the living room. Too bad you're in a hurry, Juliet. I saved something for you."
"Maybe you'd better warn Melanie," she said. "There'll be time later, for us. Right now, we'd better see about getting the hell out of here."
Robin touched a fingertip to one of her breasts. "And you didn't get any today. Gee, that's rough." His eyes went beyond her, focused upon the twins, and Juliet saw them widen in amazement. "Hey," he said, "You and-and them? It can't be! They're such kids and-but why else would they be bare-assed?"
"Why, indeed," Juliet agreed, and pushed him away. "Go tell Melanie about the cop."
Shaking his head, Robin hurried up the stairs, and she caught a glimpse of his hairy ass under the short robe. Robin would be interesting, she thought, when there was the time and opportunity. Just now, other things were happening, and she certainly didn't want them all to get caught up in some sort of private police net.
Back in the playroom, she said, "Come on, kids. Get dressed, because we may have to scoot out of here."
"My daddy," Ryan said. "I sure wish he'd wise up. We could all be one big, happy family, if he didn't get so uptight about sex. I mean-what's wrong with everyone enjoying themselves?"
"Nothing, baby," Juliet said, shedding the robe and grabbing at her clothes. "But we can't convince him of that by fucking each other where he can find us."
She was back on the patio, and through it swiftly. The living room was off the garden area, and she went right in through the French doors. Her husband and Gale Carter were tangled on the couch, the young wife's supple legs wrapped around the small of Blake's back. His prick was shoved to the balls in her black, shaggy cunt. They were still, and Juliet realized they had just come, that they were melting with each other.
She said briskly, "Sorry to bother you, Blake. That ring at the door was a private detective, Robin thinks. The man mentioned your name and asked about the housecar."
Gale's glossy legs slipped down from Blake's hips, spread themselves and twitched when he backed his long, round cock out of the richly haired pussy between them. Juliet's husband's prick was shiny with the lubrication of the girl's snatch, and from his own jism. He turned quickly and looked at Juliet.
"What the hell? Martin found us in a hurry. If I hadn't pulled in here at my brother's-"
"You wouldn't have just gotten yourself that gorgeous piece of ass," Juliet said. "But come on-what are we going to do now?"
"Move on," he said. "Zip away from here with Melanie and the kids before that bastard can catch up with us. I figure we can double back and throw him completely off track then drop due south on a back road."
Gale sat up, making no attempt to hide her naked, freshly fucked body from her lover's wife. She said, "Better figure on taking me and Robin along, then. I'm not about to stick around here and miss all these sex parties."
Juliet smiled. "Why not? Trot on upstairs and hurry Robin. Send Melanie down, and everyone just grab needed clothing. You can call somebody later and have them watch over the house, take care of things for you while you're gone."
Gale came off the couch to throw her arms around Juliet. "You're so sweet, darling. I never thought you'd take it so well-me fucking your husband, I mean."
"I take it fine," Juliet answered. "And also, I haven't fucked your husband yet."
There was a swirling about of faces and bodies, and Gale making phone calls. But in a fantastically short time, they were all piled into the bus with suitcases and some extra bottles of bourbon. In another minute, they were wheeling down the road, taking an avenue that ran parallel to the one they'd come into town on.
Over his shoulder, Blake called out, "I'll outsmart him. Down this way, then over to that old highway; right on through Provincetown while he's on his way here. We'll be roaring south while he's still looking around for us back there."
"Okay, okay!" Juliet yelled back. "Just be careful." And because she was sounding too damned much like a wife, she shut up. There was plenty to do, trying to find storage space in the already crowded van, shoving bags here and there, stepping over people.
But the party mood was on everyone, and they had a few drinks, even giving weak highballs to the twins. Juliet thought that Robin was trying to get high, to cloak himself in a liquor haze, so that he could be irresponsible and uncaring about his wife's infidelity.
It was better that Blake had to drive just now, she thought; she carried him no drinks, either, forcing him to stay sober until they were about halfway back to Province town. He parked the big bus in a graveled turnoff and set the brakes.
"Okay," he said jovially. "What are the sleeping arrangements?"
Melanie asked, "Are you sure we're far enough away?"
"Just about positive," Blake said. "If that cop called Martin, he's got about two hours more, before reaching Robin's place. Then he won't know where the hell we've gone."
"You're entitled to a drink," Melanie said, pouring him a big one.
"But not to any more different chicks tonight," Juliet cut in, surprising herself. "I claim my own husband tonight. And-and maybe Robin, too. If he can make the multiple scene."
Why, Juliet thought, she was talking like a hardened swapper, or swinger-whatever the kids called them. She was thinking kind of wild, too. She really hadn't meant to say that about Robin; the words had just popped out on their own accord, right out of her subconscious. Had she really always wanted to fuck two men at the same time? Was it only the recent triangle with her nephew and niece that was shaping her desires in that direction?
"I-hell," Robin said. "Blake, I mean-what do you-" he let the question trail off, embarrassed.
Blake squared his shoulders, tossed his man-sized drink of straight liquor and said, "It's Juliet's night, as she says."
Gale stuck out her lip. "Look, you guys. That leaves Melanie and me with only the kids. I mean, they're cute and all that, but-"
Melanie patted Gale's shoulder. "They're more than just cute, Gale. They're more than just adequate, too. I think you have some surprises coming."
Blake bowed gallantly. "My bed or yours, doll?"
Juliet smiled at him, and at the shaken Robin. "Yours, dear. It's a little bigger, and I'll need plenty of room for my two men."
"That you will," Blake promised. "You guys lock up, okay? Come on Robin."
Clothing rained down from the bed as they stripped and dropped the shirts and pants helter-skelter. Juliet did draw the bed curtains as she slid in next to Blake. She lay on her back, waiting for something, for anything, and after a while, Robin also lay down beside her.
"Flip on the bed light, please," she asked her husband. "I want to see everything that happens, as well as feel it."
Propped on one elbow, Blake stared at her. "You've changed a hell of a lot, doll. Before, you usually wanted the light out, with only you and me. And now with my brother here-"
She reached out one hand and found Robin's hard prick. Standing straight up, it was chunky and firm, built on the same order as the man himself. Turning her head, she kissed her husband, running a hot tongue deeply into his mouth and thinking she tasted something there besides the whiskey, that she was sampling the flavor of another woman.
"I-even though you haven't fucked me in a long time, Blake, you have screwed me plenty of times before now. So if you don't mind, I'd like for you and me to do something else."
"Anything, doll." Blake was cupping her tit, thumbing the erect nipple; his eyes were heated.
Taking a deep breath, she said, "I want to suck you off. While your brother fucks me."
Softly, Robin said, "Wow."
Blake said, "How do we go about it?"
She whipped around, moved her head right down to his chest; the action pushed her ass up against Robin, and she kind of reached one leg back over him, presenting the hairy warmth of her cunt to his prick. She rolled her hips and nudged Robin until he got the idea.
Then she went to work on her husband, licking hotly across his hairy chest, biting his nipples and making him squirm, bringing forth all the sensuously bitchy tricks she had learned over the past couple of days.
Sucking on his belly skin, Juliet fondled his scrotum, dipped her fingertips into his ass, rubbed the long, hard length of his risen cock. Aroused beyond belief, she made little growling noises as she dove her face for the pulsing head of his cock. She was dimly aware of her brother-in-law prodding her snatch, and shifted her hips to make the entrance easier for him. When he found the slot and pushed his ridged glans into her pussy, Juliet groped her lips down over her husband's cockhead.
She was in heaven. One man's cock in her mouth, and another man's cock in her cunt. Sighing in rapture, she began to suck one and to wiggle voluptuously upon the other.
They were brothers, and had her impaled from both ends; they were brothers, and she was the sister between them, giving them both great pleasure. She was the fount of rapture, the vessel that would slake all their desires and feed all their needs.
Juliet squirmed, rubbed her nipples into Blake's thighs, raced her tongue around the flanged head of his cock, rocked her pelvis so that Robin could move his prick freely within her pussy. It was magic, thrilling beyond thought, and the sensations loosed in her mind, in her body, were incomparable.
"Oh, doll," Blake said, caressing her hair. "Oh, Juliet, doll-lick it like that-yeah, yeah!"
And pumping his cock eagerly into her cunt, Robin panted, "Always wanted to sample this fine cunt, brother. Always thought you married a great piece of ass, and now I know! Baby-you're so hot and juicy!"
She drew upon her husband's prick, laved it and sucked it, moving her head up and down to give him the sliding feel, the provoking caresses of wet and hot and tingle. Her ass was making almost the same movements, rolling and stroking, slipping up and down on the hard shaft of her brother-in-law's cock.
Blake shivered and shook; his fingers clenched into her hair and he thrust up into her mouth, bumping the spongy knob of his dick against the velvet cavity of her throat. "Juliet-oh, doll-if I knew you could give a blow job like this-if I thought you could ever be such a hot, swinging cunt-ahh, ahh! I'm about to come, doll-suck me-eat my prick-here it comes! And you're going to swallow it all, you sweet cocksucker!"
Juliet siphoned him, lapped and drew him deeply into her throat, curling her tongue around his lunging cock. When he jerked convulsively, she was ready for him, and gladly accepted the load he burst forth, taking the first hot discharge that hosed into her mouth.
Gulping, swallowing, she drank the pungent fluid, let it slide creamily down her throat, held it along her tongue to savor its piquant flavors, then swallowed again.
And she continued to pivot, to wheel her crotch so that the young, anxious cock of Robin could feel every inch of her satiny cunt walls, so that his piston could fondle her clit with every plunge it made.
"Great, great!" Robin gasped. "Tight and steamy-boiling around my prick. Oh, man, man! I envied you this cunt for years, and now I'm getting some of it, fucking your wife, big brother-I'm fucking your hot-assed wife!"
"Go ahead," Blake said. "Screw her until she faints-slam it up into that juicy pussy, boy! Feel the way she's grinding her ass, how her blazing cunt is just eating up your prick! Her cunt is chewing your cock just the way her mouth is chewing on mine."
Suddenly Robin said "UHHH!" and stiffened out, the head of his cock flexing wildly. The semen erupted from his prick like molten lava, blistering her womb, burning her cunt with an enchanted flame. Gyrating, shaking, she came a second later, humping his greasy prick in spasms that reached a crescendo and died slowly, very slowly.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Later, and after passing the bottle around a time or two, Juliet changed positions with them, taking her brother-in-law's cock into her lips and positioning herself for a good fucking by Blake.
It had been too long since she had felt his big prick sliding into her cunt. She was overheated, wet with the stuff of her own lubrication and with the come left in her vagina by Robin.
Did a man dig that more, she wondered; was Blake enjoying the feel of his brother's come? Because she was high on bourbon and higher on sex, she asked him. "Blake, darling-is my cunt better for you now, because Robin just fucked it?"
"It's slicker," Blake answered. "Hotter and all slidy, and I love it, doll. You're a better fuck right now than when we were first married."
"I'm glad," she said, and put her lips back down around the slippery head of his brother's prick. Now that she had some experience-this was the third cock she had gone down on-Juliet thought she could give an excellent blow job. The guys all reacted as if getting sucked by her was the greatest, and she wished she had taken up the sport a long time back.
She was in a different position this time, flat on her back with her thighs spread widely. Robin straddled her chest, rubbing the cleft of his ass into her breasts as he fed his cock into her mouth with slow, erotic strokes.
Her husband was between her legs, and she lifted them as he thrust strongly into her vibrant pussy, curled them over the small of his back as she had seen another woman do not long ago. It helped her nail him down, helped her to force him deep and dirty into her cunt. Crossing her legs at the ankles, she rolled her pelvis up to take him even deeper, wanting him to touch bottom as he had never before.
They fucked steadily, the edge taken off by their earlier screwings, and Juliet knew that the orgasms would be much slower now, but no less moving. It was good to build up to coming.
She used the tip of her tongue to feel deeply into the slot of Robin's glans, to taste the residual semen inside. Popping the head from her mouth, she tilted her head sideways to nibble up and down the veiny staff, pausing at its bottom to suck his sac into her teeth and tease him unmercifully.
Back up the shaft, she took the glans quickly, warming it up again, making it drip with her saliva. Sucking on it, licking and tickling, she built up a pressure that soon had Robin's prick throbbing. Blake was probing the innermost recesses of her cunt, tapping at the cup of her womb, and now she was beginning to get the sharper sensations along her clit, the delightful warning signs of an impending orgasm.
She let it all go, writhing and undulating, gobbling and lapping. Her hands played over Robin's hips, his legs, his balls. Her legs tightened and lurched around Blake. A prick in her throat, and another prick up her vagina-sweet and hot and hard; pulsing and recoiling, shoving and withdrawing.
Semen bursting like a star far inside her pussy; come roaring like a mad river into her mouth; her own frantic climax churning her insides and making a vortex of her cunt, making her throat open and whirlpool down the ejaculation dripping there. Stars and waterspouts; wheeling suns and a Milky Way blazing with hot, bright points.
Juliet probably passed out. Drowsily, she let her legs trail down, and she breathed around a cockhead until it was taken from the light grasp of her teeth.
When she got her senses back, she lay between the two muscular male bodies, warm and protected and exceedingly well fucked. She kissed one cheek, then another, and moved her hands softly down to cup them over two limp, shrunken cocks. Now she was the mother protector, guarding these precious jewels from harm, for now she had the right; she had loved them both, and would do so again.
She slept with them, and did not dream. When she awoke it was morning, and there was no hangover taste in her mouth, only the memory of semen. Juliet sat up and stretched, conscious of the mounds of her tits, of the nipples so ready to rise, knowing the kiss of sheets upon her legs, her buttocks. She had never felt more alive, more at peace with herself and the world around her.
The men were gone, and she smelled bacon frying. Melanie-Gale-little Rochelle? Someone already up and about and cooking breakfast. The night had gone so swiftly, and although she had used her body strenuously, she wasn't at all tired, but refreshed.
Juliet found a robe, drew it on, stuck her feet into fluffy slippers and brushed back her hair with her hands. Today, they'd have to stop somewhere for refurbishing; the other women probably needed it as much as she did. A good bath, a douche, some miracle with her hair, and she would be ready to go again, neat and tidy, appealing to the lusts of the men.
Ducking out of the bed and stepping down, she found the housecar busy. Rochelle was dishing out paper plates heaped with pancakes, bacon, and potatoes. Ryan was passing along the coffee, and as Juliet stood uncertainly, Gale brought her a cup of orange juice.
Her sister-in-law said quietly, "I hope you had as much fun as I did, Juliet. Those kids, and Melanie-marvelous!"
Juliet asked, "Melanie and Ryan?"
"Melanie and all of us," Gale said, dropping her eyes and with a flush staining her smooth cheeks. "I-I never knew what it was like to be-well, to be loved by another woman. It's out of sight. But then, you already know, don't you?"
"Only through Rochelle," Juliet said.
"But I thought-I mean, you and Melanie are sisters, and-"
"I've been backward," Juliet admitted. "But no-teftger I'll have to-have a talk with Melanie and her marvelous kids. Isn't young Ryan terrific?" It seemed natural to her now, to be discussing the sexual prowess of others, her nephew, her husband; anybody with whom she had a mutual interest. The old, square Juliet Carter had been sloughed off, as a caterpillar changes forms to become a butterfly.
Gale's blush deepened. "He's so young, and I didn't really want to swing with him at first, but after seeing him make it with his sister, and when Melanie took care of me-Ryan was next, and I discovered how wrong a girl can be."
"Or how right," Juliet smiled, and drank her orange juice. Thinking she still had to watch Ryan fuck Rochelle, and that she had a lot to learn from her own sister, Juliet ate a hearty breakfast.
The men were a little edgy, a bit embarrassed, she thought. They hadn't gotten used to the idea of fucking each other's wives, and acted somewhat like male dogs around some bitches, alert and pretending not to notice the others. Except little Ryan, she saw. The boy was relaxed and calm, chatting with his sister about what they'd see on the trip today, about maybe stopping somewhere for a swim, as if he hadn't fucked three women last night, and gone down on some of them; as if his mother hadn't sucked his hard little cock.
Needing to be busy, Juliet took over the cleanup chores, washing silverware and cups and glasses, discarding the paper plates. The housecar ran smoothly, swaying just a bit around curves, and once when she glanced up at the front, she saw her husband and his brother talking earnestly, their heads close together.
Were they comparing notes on her? After all, she had fucked both of them, and gone down on both of them, wanton and abandoned in her coupling with two men. The perfect bitch, she thought; open and available to multiple fucking, to anything and everything a pair of men could want of her.
And she refused to feel guilt for that.
Making the beds, Juliet figured there would always be three to a bed, at least; there were three males and four females on this jaunt, and things simply could not always be divided evenly.
She considered some of the mechanics of the exchanges, the trading around that would have to be made. Not like some activities director on a cruise ship, she thought, and giggled softly as she finished making the bunkbed; more a matter of everyone finding his or her own desires, wherever those urges lay, or with whom.
Blake had already gotten around pretty well, as had his brother Robin; they had fucked her, Gale, and Melanie. But not little Rochelle-at least, Robin hadn't; Juliet was getting a bit confused as to who had done what to whom, and how.
And of course, Ryan had been into all the women, his sister and both aunts and his mother. All he could do now was find different combinations. He hadn't really tangled with Juliet and his mother, yet. She tingled at the idea, and wondered if they could all hold off until nighttime, or if there would be some who craved a little sex for lunch.
Moving to the front, she leaned over her husband, touching her breasts to the back of his head. "If you come across a swimming area, please stop. All of us could use a dip, I think."
Blake said, "Watch how you use those tits, woman; want to run us off the road? No lake or river along this road, according to the map, but there's a rest stop about an hour from here, on the freeway."
"Is the freeway a good idea?" she asked. "With Martin and his detectives evidently prowling everywhere, I thought we were going to avoid the main roads."
"We are, doll. We have to take this one for just a few miles, then I'll get off it again. Besides, we can all shower and clean up there, and refill the water tanks."
She kissed the side of his neck. "Okay, Blake." He spared one hand from the steering wheel, and ran it back and down her hip, her thigh. "Ain't this a lot of woman, Robin? I sure thought she'd melt my backbone last night."
Robin's eyes were warm, his smile remembering. "She sure is, brother, but then, I always figured she would be." He passed one hand over her tit, a possessive, tender movement that she appreciated.
She said, "You didn't know me too well, as Blake did, and you weren't bored with me, as he was."
"No more, doll," Blake said, with a parting pat on her ass. "Not since you turned so hot and fuckable."
Juliet moved away from them, and sat awhile at the table where the others were playing cards. Not interested in the game, she went to the bunkbed and lay back, crossing her legs at the ankles, as she had wound them around men's backs the night before.
Sex was uppermost in her mind, followed only occasionally by thoughts of Martin Clements and his vengeful pursuit. What was wrong with the man? Jealous, uptight, narrow-she didn't see why Melanie ever married him.
But without Martin, there would have been no Ryan, and no Rochelle. That was unthinkable; if the twins had not been born, Juliet and Melanie and all of them would still be in their same old sexual ruts, which was almost as bad as no sex at all. Still, Melanie's genes must have completely overridden her husband's, for the twins to be so sensual and precocious. If fucking ever ran in a family, it did in this one.
She heard their voices, the laughter and kidding of the card game, and she was lulled by the motion of the van, the purr of its motor. She wasn't sleepy, but she was almost totally relaxed, dreamy and content. Drifting, she let her mind wander over all the things she had been told were bad, thought of the taboos that had been practically beaten into her head and body since she was a child.
Juliet had broken just about all of them, and it had taken her only a couple of wild days and nights to do it. Years of repression and days of freedom. It would increase, intensify, become even finer for her, for all of them. If they stayed ahead of Martin Clements.
She frowned, turned over on the bunkbed, and wondered what would happen if the man caught up with them. Police, prosecution? He'd have a hell of a time proving anything. This was a family outing, a vacation trip such as many families made every year. And once they crossed the state border, Martin would have to spread himself and his men a little thinner.
Juliet sat up again, crossing her hands over her breasts in a reflexive instinct of protection. It would just be better if Martin didn't catch up with them; then nobody would have to worry.
"Hey!" Blake called back. "Rest stop coming up! Everybody out for showers. Rob and I will get the tanks filled while the rest of you make yourselves even more beautiful."
Ryan and her husband, Juliet thought; both fucking her at once, changing ends, swapping styles. Or Ryan and Melanie, Juliet and Blake, switching back and forth. That ought to turn Blake on more than anything he had yet experienced. Juliet thought they'd give it a try, right after lunch.
CHAPTER NINE
Juliet felt strange, almost maidenly, in spite of her determination to stay cool with them. It was difficult, though, because it was daytime, and even though they had the curtains drawn all around, it was still light.
She and Blake; Ryan and his mother. The others understood, and were out in the rest stop, exchanging hellos with travelers and eating goodies from the dispensing machines. Before long, Juliet thought, they'd all be swinging together in one giant orgy, all naked and fucking and eating one another. But just now, they were better and more relaxed working in smaller groups, getting more familiar with each other's needs.
This was the largest group yet, Juliet thought, wiggling slowly out of her panties and bra. Four of them hadn't made it before now, and this ought to really be something. She looked at her husband and saw the uneasiness on his face; Blake was having a more difficult time adjusting to the presence of Ryan than he had to Robin. It was the boy's youth, she thought, although Blake hadn't been all that particular when he had fucked Ryan's sister.
"Well," Melanie said, already stripped and lying lovely upon the sheet, "this is cozy. Good thing it's a queen-sized bed, or we all wouldn't fit."
Blake's prick was only half erect, Juliet saw, as if he was only partially excited, or his excitement was dampened by the situation. He said, "Melanie-you've already screwed your boy?"
"So many times we lost count," Melanie said, running her hands over her belly, sliding them around her hips in a sensuous motion. "Does that matter? I've only screwed you once, and that's an omission that ought to be rectified right away."
Blake said, "I'd kind of like to see it, see Ryan put it to you, I mean. I never saw anybody fuck his mother before. You always hear about it, but nobody ever sees it-or admits they did."
"Sure, Uncle Blake," Ryan said. "I'm always ready to fuck my mom. No matter how many cunts I get into, I dig Mother's pussy the best. Not that I'm putting you down, Auntie; you're a really groovy piece of ass, but there's something about fucking Mom that turns me on all the way."
"Damn," Blake said reverently, "just like that."
Melanie cupped her tits and thumbed the dark-pink nipples. "Let's not make this an exhibition. Everybody into the pool, right? And everybody can see how everyone else fucks."
Juliet lay on her back and spread her feet; she touched Melanie's right foot with her left, and they slid together. Blake knelt between her knees, his cock climbing slowly to its erect position, the hairy sac of his balls swinging below. But he wasn't looking down at Juliet's waiting cunt. He was staring entranced at Ryan who was fondling his mother's pussy.
"Beautiful, Mom," the boy said. "That's the most beautiful cunt in the world. I'll kiss it now."
His red-gold head went down, and he first kissed his mother's belly, making her squirm. Juliet wiggled a bit, too, and the sole of her foot climbed up and down Melanie's shin. Ryan's pink tongue flickered out and felt around in his mother's honey-colored pubic hair, parting it over the outer labia. The boy caressed her belly with his hands, then her hips and thighs.
"Go ahead, boy," Blake breathed raggedly. "Eat her; get your mouth right on into your mom's pussy and eat it."
Melanie hunched up her crotch, lifted and spread her thighs for her son, saying, "Just a little bit, darling. Mommy wants to get fucked by you."
Her husband was fascinated by the sight of Ryan dipping his face into Melanie's cunt, so Juliet reached up and took him by his fully erect prick. Running her fingers lightly up and down the stem, she tickled his testicles and moved right back up to the glistening head with its drop of fluid balanced precariously at the little slit.
Gently, she pulled on his cock, urging him down to her belly. Head turned to watch every detail of the cunt-eating beside them, Blake allowed himself to be drawn down, resting the weight of his upper body on his hands. Juliet rubbed the head of his prick into her hairy cleft, moved it around there, massaging the tender knob with the curly bush of her mound, dipping the tip of it into the humid lips and turning both his glans and her labia more slippery.
"Lift up, darling," Melanie said then to her boy. "Come on up and stick that sweet little cock into Mommy's snatch. I need it, baby-I need to be fucked by my horny son."
"Yes, Mama," Ryan answered obediently. "I'll fuck you now. Your pussy is all hot and drippy, and I need to get my prick into it right away, so I won't blow off against your leg."
Softly, almost under his breath, Blake Carter said, "Son of a bitch," and at that moment, Juliet pulled the head of his prick into the greedy maw of her cuntlips.
She drew him inside her pussy, felt the hard, round length of his cock sliding voluptuously up into the clinging walls of her wet and satiny vagina. His crotch came solidly to her crack, and she swiveled her ass against his balls.
"Just match him, Blake," she whispered. "Do as Ryan does, and fuck me while he's putting that young meat to his mother."
Eyes fixed on the boy and Melanie, Blake did as she suggested, moving back, pushing forward as Ryan slipped the cock to his mom. Soon he was keeping pace with his nephew, copying his strokes and his rhythm, participating that way in fucking Melanie while he was also fucking his own wife.
It was good for Juliet, too, all slidy and hot, all greasy and thrilling, and she churned her pelvis slowly, clamping down with her cunt muscles on Blake's rod, letting go so he could keep the steady beat.
"Oh, Mom, oh, Mom!" Ryan was moving faster now, picking up the pace as his mother hiked her belly higher and dropped it back down with more force upon the bouncing mattress.
"Darling, darling," Melanie panted, her hand cupping her son's balls, the other cupping the back of his head. "Fuck your mom harder and deeper! Slam that boyish cock home and make me quiver-lay it up into your mom's cunt, baby! I'm not far from coming."
Juliet rotated her ass, ground her cunt roughly over her husband's hammering cock, and somehow found that she was face to face with her sister, that their panting, gasping lips were only inches from each other. It was the most normal thing in the universe for them to kiss, and they did so, their mouths moving, their tongues immediately striking together, their teeth scraping.
Out of the corner of her eyes, Juliet saw that Blake was taking a grip upon one of Melanie's heaving tits, that Ryan was driving his stiff prick home with a fierce pounding.
She sucked her sister's tongue deeply into her own mouth and wiggled madly upon Blake's cock, shuddering to a climax that threatened to rip her apart. Into Melanie's mouth she said, "OH! OH! OH!" and recaptured her sister's tongue before it could withdraw.
Moaning incoherently, Melanie used her pelvis as a sledge, hammering and striking, and Juliet knew the exact moment when her sister came, feeling it through her mouth.
"Mom! Mom-I'm coming, too! My come is squirting away up your hot cunt right now-fuck me back, Mother-oh, fuck me back!"
Juliet's entire body thrummed like a picked guitar string, and her cunt contracted. The orgasm foamed and whipped within her vagina, and she realized that her husband was pumping hot juice into her box, that his semen was hosing her cervix and flooding the walls of her pussy.
They were locked together, four of them blended and mixed and turned into the other. Holding tightly together, joined by pricks and cunts and mouths, by hands and legs and the slipping of flesh and lubrications. They had come, and were coming, and somehow the experiences were greater for being multiplied.
It must have been years later when Blake stirred his cock within the soaking sponge of Juliet's cunt. It made a suctioning noise as it pulled back out, and as Blake's weight lifted from her.
"Move over, Ryan," he said. "I'm going to fuck your mom now, and I imagine that my wife wants to screw you."
"Sure, Uncle Blake," Ryan said. "My mother is just getting warmed up, and I'll really dig getting my prick into Auntie's cunt. I like fucking a pussy right after another guy; it's a lot hotter and slidier."
They moved around each other, the man and boy; Juliet held up her arms, kept her legs opened to accept her next lover. Ryan first stooped, as if he were performing some kind of sexual ritual, and nuzzled his mouth hotly into the lathered slot of her pussy. Juliet rocked upon her ass, tilted her pelvis upward for the boy, and rolled her belly just enough to smear his cheeks and chin with her excess juices.
And when he approached her with his wet mouth, she plastered her own joyfully to his, meeting his tongue to sample the exotic and aromatic flavors there. Juliet knew she was tasting the essences of her own cunt and the semen left there by her husband, as well as the bright young excitement of Ryan's mouth.
He entered her easily, slipping his rigid cock in with barely a ripple, she was so open and ready, so dripping. But she felt him there, felt him nudging her already distended clit and stroking up into her saturated vagina.
"Ryan, my sweet nephew-fuck your auntie. That's right, baby-cram it up my snatch and make me shiver because it's so good!"
Turning her head, she saw her husband's big, reddened dick disappearing into her sister's inflamed pussy. Blake socked it deep with one long thrust, and his balls swung up against Melanie's asshole.
"Blake," Juliet said hoarsely, "oh, Blake! Look at the boy fucking me-watch him laying his sweet cock up into your wife's cunt-"
"Yeah," Blake said. "Oh, yes, doll. Ryan boy-screw her good; fuck her long and strong."
It was different for Juliet, holding the boy close in her arms and legs, staring at her husband and her sister grinding and humping together, seeing his long prick slide wetly in and out of Melanie's lovely pussy. The sensations were new, and it was as if she had never fucked Ryan before, as if she had never watched her husband fuck another woman.
The changing over, she thought; the quick swapping of one male for another, the replacement of one prick by another in her cunt and along her clitoris; it all made for tremendous arousal, for a new kind of swinging that stimulated her to strange new levels of lust.
So Juliet laid it up to her boyish lover, riding his hard and plunging cock, taking all he could give her, blending her rhythm with his. She held him tightly in her legs, dug her fingernails into the sleek, smooth cheeks of his flexing ass and tried to pull him completely into her suctioning box.
The bed was creaking and jumping, because Blake was fucking Melanie as if there would be no tomorrow and he was well into his final fuck. He hammered and drove his cock home, and Melanie loved it, ate it up with her gulping cunt and begged for more.
Juliet could hold back no longer, and came with a series of jerky little humps, clenching down with her cunt muscles and feeling her sphincter tie itself into a knot. She went limp beneath Ryan's steadily stabbing prick, feeling him but unable to respond, her carnal thirsts slaked for now, her body gone nerveless in the wake of another massive climax.
But the boy continued to fuck her, to rut into her lax pussy, circling his pelvis so that his cock touched all around inside her vagina, raking the clit and bringing forth only little sparks of feeling.
"Next time," he said, never breaking his timing, "I'll show you another way to fuck, Auntie. It's so new to me that I haven't even screwed my sister with it. I just learned it from Mother, and it's real great. Oh, Auntie-I'm getting so close-your cunt is all soppy and buttery-I'm just about to come in it-going to mix my come with Uncle's in your gash-coming now, coming now!"
She experienced the bursting forth of his semen, knew the spraying of the sticky fluid, but only remotely because she was already inundated with fluids, her own and Blake's, and now Ryan's copious ejaculation.
Ears buzzing, throat gone dry in direct opposition to the rest of her body, Juliet sucked for air and stability. Faintly, she heard her husband and her sister thrashing beside her, and dimly realized that they were cresting, coming, reaching orgasm, if not together, then very close to it.
The boy's weight was negligible upon her body, and she enjoyed having it there, liking the way he snuffled and burrowed into her tits, how he fondled her hips and the cheeks of her ass, sliding his hands beneath them and fingering into the crevice that housed her asshole.
Melanie was moaning rhythmically like a metronome someone had turned on and forgotten after the music had ended. Blake was just moving back out of her well-screwed cunt, and some semblance of consciousness was returning to them all, when the door of the housecar banged open.
Juliet couldn't quite rouse herself, but her eyes fluttered open as Robin thrust his head into the bed curtains and said, "Wow! I sure as hell hate to break up something that looks as good as this, but there's some guy outside, taking down our license number."
Blake grabbed for his pants. "I'd better-no, you move us on out, Robin. If he's only seen you guys, his report is bound to be all screwed up, and Martin may think we've split. Drive onto the freeway and watch for the turnoff sign on the left; it's only a few miles. We'll just stay hidden until you're sure that no car is following us."
Robin pulled his head out of the curtains, and his voice floated back to them. "Sure-but it's my turn at the next stop. This little girl out here has got my cock standing like a flagpole."
CHAPTER TEN
If someone found them now, it would be little short of a miracle, Juliet thought. The housecar had been tucked into a grove of oak trees beside a pond the size of a small lake. They'd approached the ranch owner and asked permission to park there overnight.
The man had waved away an offer of money for the privilege, but accepted an invitation for drinks. The man-Tom Smathers-had just left, a little fuzzy and perhaps a bit disappointed that he hadn't also been offered a sample of the feminine loveliness he'd seen all around him.
"There," Blake said, closing the door behind the man. "Let Martin look up and down all the roads; let him go broke paying expenses for all that private fuzz, if he wants to. We're safe here, and we'll hang around as long as possible tomorrow, maybe all day."
Juliet said, "I don't know if Mister Smathers will appreciate that. I had the impression that he was a little sorry he'd allowed us on his land."
Melanie giggled. "Don't know why. He was sure playing peeksies up everybody's dress."
Blake said, "If one of you girls has to-romance him to keep him quiet tomorrow, it wouldn't be all that much of a sacrifice. It would be better if we didn't take the road at all in daylight tomorrow, if we could wait until night."
"Oh, hell," Gale said. "I always had this kind of Electra thing, so I'll volunteer to lay the old guy. It might even be a lot of fun."
Robin laughed with her. "It might at that, baby. Just don't cripple him or something."
"Dinnertime," Juliet announced. "Time to start putting dinner together, that is."
"I'll help, Auntie," Rochelle said. "The two of us can get it done okay."
Carrying bathing suits in case Mr. Smathers had binoculars on them, the rest went down to the pond for a swim, talking and laughing.
Rochelle said, "See how easy everyone's getting? They'll swim naked, and maybe play around a little in the water before coming to dinner. That's nice; no more being all uptight."
Juliet made chili, opening cans and shredding hamburger taken from the tiny reefer, adding onions and garlic. "They're not all gone, the inhibitions. But they probably would be, if Martin wasn't chasing us like this. I-oh, Rochelle, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to bitch to you."
The girl shrugged and got out the paper cartons they'd use as chili bowls. "I know, Daddy is a big pain in the ass right now, but he'll straighten out all right. I'm sure of it."
"Oh? Why, dear?"
Rochelle said, "Ryan and I have this theory; we think that Daddy really wants to screw me, but that he's afraid to. He flipped out when he caught Ryan and me playing around just because he's jealous and wants me for himself. So, if he catches up with Mom and us, maybe the best thing would be to get him tied up somehow, get him down and let me work on him."
Juliet said, "That's a weird theory at first glance, but not all that wild, after due consideration. The shrinks say that every father has a buried desire to fuck his female offspring, and maybe Martin is fighting his. Damn, damn! All this hassle could be avoided, if he would just be honest."
"Right, Auntie." Rochelle put out the silver where everyone could find their own. "I mean, he doesn't even know about Ryan screwing Mother, and if he did, he would freak out. Unless it was like with Uncle Blake, and I had already fucked him, so he wouldn't have an argument."
Juliet stirred the chili and sniffed its aroma with appreciation. "Does fucking make you hungry, too? I'm ravenous, famished. Well, if your father does manage to find us, we'll have to try and put your theory into practical operation. It just might work-even if we have to rope him and hold him down for you, as you said."
The others came trooping back to the van, partying before they came inside, carrying on even more after they were, happy and carefree. And hungry, too.
They had chili and beer, and everyone was kidding around, cracking jokes and enjoying themselves in general. After the mess was cleared and things put away, a scrabble game got going at the table, and the little TV picked up a clear channel.
The twins sat on the big seat in the driver's compartment, Rochelle's head on her brother's shoulder, looking very childish, innocent and at ease. They were the loosest people in the van, Juliet thought, hiding nothing and not afraid of rejections. She watched them for a while, and saw Ryan fondling his sister's hip, a casual caressing, as a devoted husband might do to his wife.
Rochelle actually was the boy's wife, in a way, Juliet decided; they loved and they fucked and took care of each other. If that wasn't marriage, what the hell was? It was far better than a lot of legal tie-ups Juliet could name, among her acquaintances.
She glanced at Robin and Gale, sitting close and arguing over a scrabble word, at her husband and Melanie. Everyone seemed so much more themselves now that they had shared sex, and Juliet didn't feel at all alone because she wasn't playing the word game. She propped her feet on a hassock and watched a musical program on television, looking once in a while at the twins and seeing them slowly becoming more involved in mutual caresses, in kisses that lasted longer and longer.
Before the program was ended, Juliet reached over and switched off the TV set. She sat erect, staring at the boy and girl as they slowly stripped each other. It was a deft and graceful performance, evidently one they had gone though many times before, their movements were that practiced and smooth.
Behind her, she heard the scrabble game slow to a stop as the others began to watch the kids, too. Juliet knew a lifting of excitement, the straining of her tits against her blouse, full and aching, even though she had stopped wearing a bra. She felt the surge of arousal between her thighs and the tightening of skin across her belly. The twins were so lovely, both of them!
Almost identical copies of each other, they sat naked now, small hands playing lightly and tenderly over bodies, stroking and tantalizing. They kissed open mouthed, and Juliet could see the flicking of their tongues. Red-blonde hair hung low down Rochelle's back, and red-blonde hair curled thickly below Ryan's ears; their slim, beautiful bodies were bronzed and gleaming, their skin without a flaw.
Rochelle's little tits were wonderfully shaped, their miniature nipples deep red and rigid. Now that Juliet could get a good, close look at the girl's tiny mound, she plainly saw the dusting of pubic hair like fairy fluff, and the delicate pink lips of the cunt.
Ryan was just as pretty as his sister, his chest hairless and smooth, his belly flat, his little buttocks svelte and attractive. He had a bit more hair between his thighs, a darker bronze than that on his head, and his balls were neatly packaged in his scrotum. Ryan's prick was a gorgeous little thing, daintily knobbed, the staff veined and slim. There was a tremendous amount of pleasure available in that few inches of cock, Juliet thought.
Ryan bent his head and began to lick at his sister's tits, changing over from one to the other, the nipples flipping out of his lips with audible sounds, wet and entrancing.
She was fondling between his legs, sliding a hand up and down his crotch and fingering his asshole. When she wrapped fragile fingers around his cock and began to play with it, a sigh went up from the watching group.
They folded one upon the other, reversing ends, their faces moving down stomachs, pointing toward the genitals. Juliet realized that they were going to watch the twins play sixty-nine, going down on each other at the same time, and she wondered briefly why she hadn't as yet done that herself, with Ryan or the other men. It was something she had missed.
The girl's tender lips opened and fitted themselves around the head of her brother's prick; she had one hand under his ass and one cupping his balls. Slowly, sexily, Rochelle took in Ryan's cock, sliding her mouth down to the root and holding it there for long moments, doing things to the head of it with her tongue and teeth.
Ryan put his mouth to his sister's pussylips, licking into them with wet caresses of his tongue. His nose was down by the diminutive asshole, and Juliet could sometimes make out the flash of his teeth as he ate and nibbled, lapped and sucked Rochelle's cunt.
Her own snatch grew hotter and hotter, swelling under her hand, and she felt that her blouse was sandpapering the sensitive ends of her erectile nipples. She could hear the rasping breaths of the other watchers, and knew they were all mesmerized by the scene before them, even Melanie, who had watched it several times before.
Juliet unbuttoned her shirt and sighed as her breasts swung free. Maybe some of the others were playing around, feeling up a cunt here or a swollen prick there, but she didn't care. All Juliet wanted to see was the pair of beautiful children on the long leather seat, their faces buried between each other's thighs, eating away, sucking away.
Someone moved beside her, his hand on her bare shoulder. "Damn-look at them go!"
It was Robin, and when his hand slid down to feel her tits, she leaned against him, but didn't take her eyes off the twins. She saw them rolling their slender asses and humping their slight crotches; she watched Ryan's prick slide in and out of his sister's educated mouth, gleaming wetly. And there were the sucking noises at the girl's cunt, the darting of her brother's tongue there.
Rochelle came first; Juliet could tell by the lifting, the shivering of the girl's crotch and the tense stretching of her slim legs. Ryan ground away for a while yet, fucking his sister's mouth, laying the meat up into the suction and against the curling tongue.
Juliet caught her breath when the boy humped to a fast finish, seeing his balls jump and shudder as he pumped a load of boiling semen into Rochelle's throat. The girl sucked and sucked, draining her brother of come, caressing his balls as if she were trying to call forth more of the delicious liquid.
Robin's hands moved over Juliet's tits, and she liked the feel of them there. Would they all start fucking here and now? Was this going to be the start of the big orgy, where everyone participated?
The kids changed ends again, moving fluidly and with that exquisite grace so inherent with them. Now she was on top of him, and his cock pushed into her small pussy with hardly an effort. Rochelle's ass wobbled, swung, dipped, and they were fucking as she rode her brother's prick. He held to her asscheeks and sucked at her lips, at her mouth. Juliet could see the elegant little tips of the girl's breasts rub across Ryan's chest.
"So quick," Robin breathed in her ear, his hands mashing her tits fondly. "The kid just got a great blow job, and now he's fucking her with the same hard-on."
"He's good at that," Juliet answered. "Ryan seems to keep a perpetually stiff cock, and all we women are glad of it."
"Hell," Robin agreed, "I'm glad, too. But I'd sure like to be in that tiny pussy, myself. You think my prick will fit in there?"
Juliet said, "Sure; my husband fucked her, and his rod is bigger than yours. Didn't Blake tell you?"
"No, he kept that to himself. Oh, man! I wonder if that kid will take me on next, right away. The sight of her beautiful snatch moving up and down on his cock is driving me up the wall."
"You only have to ask," Juliet said, "and knowing little Rochelle, I imagine she'll only be too happy to oblige."
The twins were squirming faster now, their legs entwined and their bellies pumping. Kissing, clawing at each other's asses, they fucked steadily, building the rhythm of their strokes bit by bit, climbing to a controlled and mutual orgasm.
"Coming, Ryan-oh, I'm coming again!"
"Me, too, Sis-letting it go in your pussy, Sis!"
And at Juliet's ear, Robin breathed, "Man, oh, man."
Lying together only for a little while, the twins separated, and every eye in the housecar was fixed upon the withdrawal of Ryan's prick as it slipped red and glistening from the tight grip of Rochelle's cunt.
Robin stopped playing with Juliet's tits and hauled himself to his feet. She saw that he had shed his jeans and that his prick was standing out stiff and ready. Juliet could understand how Robin felt about the girl; she had much of the same yen for the boy, as did every woman in the van, including his mother.
There was something about the very young that drew them all, some purity, besides their sleek beauty and stunning sexuality. Did they all see themselves as they had been, when they looked at the twins? Or as they had wished they were, when they were also very young?
Ryan looked up first, smiled, and came to his feet as Robin approached. "Hi, Uncle Robin. Rochelle and I didn't mean to put on a show. We just got started and couldn't stop."
"Yeah," Robin said, his eyes on the girl as she lay supine, "yeah. Rochelle-will you-I mean, can I-"
Her smile was sweet. "Can you what, Uncle?"
"Fuck you," he said at last.
Turning onto her back, the girl held up her arms to him. "Of course. And after you, Uncle Blake. I want to fuck you all, over and over again."
Cock in hand, Robin stepped to the long seat, and Rochelle lifted one knee to make room for him between her lustrous young legs, her deep-blue eyes shining with anticipation.
They moved closer, to see it better, a circle of eager faces, men and women excited by the unusual sight of a grown man mounting a twelve-year-old girl. None was more aroused than Robin himself; Juliet could see his hands trembling as he trailed them over the small, undulating body beneath him.
Robin's touch was awed, reverent, and he stroked Rochelle's flesh gingerly, prodding her toy breasts with a tender finger, hardly daring to caress the near-hairless little crotch. But he did, carefully and with great devotion. She kept smiling up at him, motioning him down so that she could wrap her slender arms around his neck and kiss him.
He came to her, on hands and knees above her, his prick grown huge and protruding like the cock of a horny stallion. When he lowered his face, she encompassed him with her upper body, kissing him feverishly and yearningly on the mouth, her tongue working like a piston, her delicately nippled tits digging their twin cones into the hair of his chest.
The man made a strangled noise, something between a sob and a cry, and his hands slid on down her body, one palm spread so that it covered both sweetly shaped cheeks of her small ass, the other hand fingering almost desperately, yet with care, into the soft, quivering labia.
Rochelle took her mouth away from his to say, "Oh, Uncle Robin-I won't break, honest! You can fuck me hard and deep as you want, really."
He was shuddering, his eyes a little mad, and he felt for the entrance to her ready cunt blindly, using his prick only, both hands now on her impossibly small ass. Rochelle reached down and found his cock, held it in her little-girl hand for a second, then guided its flexing head home to the glossy lips of her pussy, and clung to it until it was being worked into her narrow slot.
"There, Uncle darling-just keep pushing; it's tight, very tight, but-ahh! Oh, yes, you're going inside, stretching my cunt. Keep pushing, while I wiggle my ass like this, and like this, and-oh, yeah, yes!"
Juliet was holding someone's hand, clinging tightly to it for support and some measure of comfort. She saw the length of Robin's distended prick sliding slowly, inch by inch, into the snug clenching of Rochelle's cunt. The girl's vagina was dilating, opening wider to accept the thick stem of his cock. It passed in, vanishing from view gradually, until the hairy balls were tight against the hairless crack of Rochelle's compact ass.
"It's-it's in you," he panted, surprised that this was true, amazed that this sprite of a girl could take the full length of his prick in her constricted vagina. He began to pull it back out, and Rochelle gyrated slowly upon it as he did so, pausing as the flanged head stopped at the grasping of her inner labia, then driving upward as he thrust down.
Juliet found that she was kneeling, so she could see better, so she could project herself into the sexual action more, and she still hung to someone's hand. She looked to see whose it was, and her sister smiled languorously at her, Melanie's lips gone sultry and damp, her eyes liquid, the lids heavy.
Melanie said then, "Fuck him, darling. Fuck the nice man all he wants, and then fuck him some more."
And Robin shook like a torn flag in the wind, his body arching and going taut. "Can't help it! Trying to hold it off, but I-damn it, I can't!"
"Let it go," the girl urged. "Oh, I'm close to coming, too-so just let it go, Uncle! Come on-squirt me full of your come!"
Melanie's hand clamped upon Juliet's, and the two women held their breath as Robin poured the prick to the girl, as Rochelle twisted upon it and moaned, her teeth clenched and her head thrown back. Robin stiffened out, balanced upon his hands and knees now, with little Rochelle trying her best to wrap her slim, childish legs around him, while her ass made frenetic gyrations.
"He's coming," Melanie breathed. "He's flooding my little girl's cunt with his hot juice. Oh, I can't stand it; I just cannot take it any more. Come on, Juliet-come on!"
Rising with her sister, Juliet didn't ask where. They crawled into the bunkbed, and as Juliet drew the drapes, she got a peek at her husband, advancing upon Rochelle to take his turn at fucking the girl.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
There was no world existing beyond the curtains of the bunkbed, no jealous, uptight husband hiring detectives to run down his wife and children, not even a man fucking one of those children, not a man and wife holding close after she had seen him fuck the girl. Not even that; not even Ryan, who had started it all.
Inside the curtained bed alcove, there was only Juliet and Melanie, two sisters lying naked and staring deeply into each other's eyes.
"Ever since my kids turned me on," Melanie said softly, "I've wondered how it would be, to make love to you."
Juliet replied softly, "Me, too. I-I never thought about another woman before Rochelle taught me what it was like. But I've been thinking of you, too."
Melanie's hands came out and found Juliet's tits; their touch was electrifying, and Juliet quaked beneath them. Her sister said, "Big and soft, yet firm and so beautifully mounded, and these nipples are like big grapes. You always had lovely boobs, Juliet, even when we were kids."
Hesitatingly, Juliet touched the other breasts, felt over them and fondled them, hefting and pressing down on the globes. "And I was always kind of jealous of you, Melanie; you were always so cute and lovable, so outgoing and fun. And you have gorgeous tits, too."
They pressed closer, fitting their breasts together as their hands drifted down to slip along the flesh of their waists and hips. It was thrilling to feel tits against her own, Juliet admitted, stirring and sexy, and when Melanie kissed her, there was no sense of strangeness at all, only a flaring of heat that hungered and was offered for the devouring in turn.
Her sister's tongue probed her mouth, all wet and warm, slippery and searching; Juliet gave up her own tongue, and shivered in rapture as their lips nibbled and their teeth clashed delicately. Juliet felt the trim waist that bearing two children had not spoiled, felt the smooth hips and reached a bit farther to tickle along the upper planes of Melanie's buttocks.
Melanie was more pushy; she took hold of both Juliet's cheeks, and ground her spiky bush into Juliet's mound. That shook Juliet even more, caused her to gulp for air as her pussylips bruised into her sister's cunt.
"Roll over," Melanie whispered harshly. "Come on, Juliet-two women can fuck almost as good as "trmah and a woman, you know."
"N-no, I don't know," Juliet murmured shakily. "You'll have to show me how. I'm willing; just teach me, Melanie."
She was on her back then, legs spread and with one of Melanie's fingers pushing into her cunt. Her vagina contracted and relaxed, and her sister tickled her clitoris, slid her finger in and out as if it were a man's prick.
Was this what Melanie meant? Juliet felt for her sister's hairy matting, poked a finger through the brush and stimulated the outer labia for a few seconds before inserting it into the hot lips.
"That's good, baby," Melanie said. "Oh, we should have been doing this all the time we were kids, finger-fucking each other, and going down, and all this."
With a practiced twist of her ass, Melanie moved Juliet's finger out of her box, withdrawing her own at the same time. Before Juliet could move, Melanie was between her thighs like a man, grinding her snatch into Juliet's pussy, humping and wiggling for all the world like a male.
And suddenly Juliet knew why. She flinched, jerked as Melanie managed to rub her clitoris. Her sister was using her clit as a cock, almost-rubbing it and her lips strongly into Juliet's, fucking and humping. Juliet hiked her ass so they would fit better together, then wrapped her long, sleek legs around Melanie's back, so they could screw in earnest.
Their tits mashed together, and they were nearly sobbing as they kissed, their breaths blending and the juices of their mouths mixing in the same manner as the fragrant oils of their cunts.
"Uhhhh!" Melanie groaned into Juliet's teeth. "Uhh-fuck me, baby-fuck my pussy with yours!"
Juliet redoubled her efforts, turning a shadj brutal as she hammered her snatch into Melanie's wet cleft.
Clawing and clutching, she banged immediately to a climax, screwing her cunt "into her sister's, thrusting her clit savagely into the greasy slot above it. Her head dropped back and her mouth fell open, but she did not lie limply beneath Melanie for long.
Her sister made a spiral movement with her humid, steamy crotch, and said sharply, "I-I'm coming, Sis-COMING!"
Juliet held her tightly, reveling in the feel of tits and belly and pussy, enjoying the shapings of thighs and the captivating pears of Melanie's ass. She kissed her sister's throat, and stroked the honey-blonde hair, feeling somehow protective of this younger woman, yet feeling as if she had just copulated with a very tender, very gentle man.
Warmly, snugly, they lay still for what seemed a long time, and sounds from outside filtered in to them, but only faintly. Juliet moved, and so did Melanie, and when her sister stopped moving, her drippy crotch was close to Juliet's face, and she could feel Melanie's warm breath moving insinuatingly down into her pubic hair, which must be just as damp.
So they were going to do sixty-nine, too, Juliet thought. It would probably be a far more gratifying method for two women to make love, at that. She kissed the satin thighs, and moved without hesitation into the fleecy wetness of Melanie's valley. She knew the slow teasing of her sister's tongue as it made a hot way through her cunt hair, and followed suit with her own tongue.
She was better at this now, and stuck her tongue deeply into Melanie's labia, trailed upward to the hood that masked her sister's clitoris, then probed for the expanded a bit of ultrasensitive flesh. She found it at the same time Melanie discovered hers, and they tantalized their centers of ecstasy together.
Juliet stroked the other woman's thighs, her ass, the small of her back. Fingering, sliding, caressing anywhere and everywhere she could reach, she came to the tight and rubbery ring of Melanie's asshole and paused there. Then, blinded to all restrictions, free to be as bitchy as she wanted, craving only to give as much pleasure as she was receiving, Juliet dared all.
She began to push the tip of her finger into Melanie's anus, going gently and with caution into that tight circle of hotness. And she never slowed her eating of Melanie's cunt, sucking now, pulling much of the pussylips into her mouth and chewing them lightly before letting them escape, then dipping her extended tongue deep to lap into the blazing interior.
Wondrous things were happening to her own vagina; sparks of wild rapture were flashing up to her womb and back again; little frantic bursts of burning pleasure were exploding along her cuntlips and beginning to home in upon her clit.
And Melanie was shoving a finger into Juliet's pulsating asshole, too. It felt huge, monstrous, an immense pole of bony flesh that was threatening to rip out her anus. She tried to back away, to force her sister's finger out. But Juliet only succeeded in clamping down upon it, and pulling it farther into her tube.
All right, then, she thought, and began to work her own finger as deep, sliding it back and forth, all the way to the second knuckle. Surprisingly, Melanie's asshole grew looser, and the same thing was happening to hers, Juliet realized. Now she started to enjoy the sensation, the weird new feeling of having something up her ass.
Somehow, the feelings there radiated almost immediately into her cunt, also. She sucked happily upon Melanie's pussy and rolled her own, diddled the finger up her asshole as she might ride upon a small, hard prick, and she wondered breathlessly if Ryan could be asked to put his cock up her there.
The orgasm rushed at her without a flicker of prior warning, thundering over her like a wave, foaming and hissing. Juliet hunched and vibrated, her head reeling and the pulse in her throat pounding insanely. Her asshole clenched upon her sister's finger, and her clitoris tried to jump completely out of Melanie's mouth.
Maybe her sister came, too; Juliet didn't know, because she was spasming and gobbling, convulsing and eating, and she didn't remember when she took her slippery finger out of dear Melanie's ass. Gorgeously confused, lost in the swirling pink mists of a perfect climax, Juliet closed her eyes and swam among the lotus blossoms in the warm scented river.
Eons later, she awoke to Melanie's softly searching kisses, and murmured sleepily, a baby chick twittering in the warmth of protective feathers. But it was her sister's hair, not feathers, and Juliet was glad.
She whispered, "So that's what it's like."
"Wonderful," Melanie said. "But I don't think we ought to stay here all night. There's only two-girls out there, and three guys."
"Okay," Juliet replied, "if we have to."
She waited awhile after her sister rolled out of the bunkbed, stretching and luxuriating in the residual tingles of her sated body. Another mountain climbed; another unknown peak conquered. There couldn't be many more. She had already taken it into every major orifice of her body-her mouth, her cunt, her asshole. Of course, she hadn't as yet been screwed in the ass by a man's prick, but she would.
Ryan would be the one to start with, she thought; his nice little cock would fit into her just right, widening her opening just enough for the next prick. Robin's prong next, then on to her husband's, for Blake had the biggest tool of the bunch, and might tear her, if he started first, before she was properly stretched.
Wouldn't her husband be amazed when she told him about the new trick. She didn't think he had ever stuck it into a woman's back door. Maybe Melanie could take his cock, since her asshole was expanded some.
Lazily, she swung her feet off the bunk, and pushed her knees through the curtains before sliding them back. Over on the forward seat, little Rochelle was curled into a ball, and someone had covered her sleek little body with a blanket. The poor kid was all fucked out, having taken on three men in a row, and that after giving a blow job.
Juliet reached for her blouse, thought the hell with clothes, and simply draped it across her hips. Bare-titted, bare-assed, and with the blouse calling attention to her cunt rather than actually concealing it, she stood up and walked over to the sink. A bottle of bourbon already sat upon the drainboard, and she uncapped it to pour herself some rejuvenation.
As the fiery juice coursed through her body, she turned and looked around.
There was Gale, sleeping on the bed made by flattening out the table, and beside her was her husband; both of them were nude. Looking out of the windshield was Ryan, also without clothes, but looking more natural that way than any of the others.
Melanie had left the housecar, and so, evidently, had Blake. Juliet shrugged and drank some more bourbon. A month ago, she might have wondered what they were doing out in the darkness together.
Now she hoped they were swinging, having fun, enjoying the sharing of their sex. It was funny how a person's outlook could change so much in so short a time.
She went over to where Ryan sat behind the steering wheel and asked, "Are you hungry? I'll make sandwiches."
"Not yet, Auntie. Thanks, though. Maybe I'll eat something later, when some of the others get around to it."
She touched his bare shoulder. "Did you get shut out after that session with your sister?"
He shook his head. "Oh, no. I fucked Gale, and then showed her how to go down on me, while Uncle Robin screwed her. She didn't really know anything, until last night. Rochelle and I wonder how most married couples get along, not knowing very much about sex."
Juliet sipped her drink. "Very badly, in general. All of them can't have sensual twins in the family."
Ryan laughed. "I guess not. You aren't sorry, are you? That I got into you, I mean, and turned you on to all this."
"No way," she said, "to coin a phrase. I'm just now coming alive, Ryan-and that's all thanks to you."
"But we're running and hiding," he said. "It would be nice if we could just sail along the highways like we were in a big ship, and everybody having fun. It would be nice, if Daddy was along, too."
Juliet leaned her breasts into the side of his face, and pulled him into their comforting softness. "Maybe it will all work out. Rochelle was talking to me about your theory. If your father does catch up with us-although I can't imagine how-there's nothing bad he can really do. And if we get the chance, we'll see if your idea holds up about him wanting to fuck his daughter."
"That would be terrific," Ryan sighed against her tits.
They might have talked more, but just then Blake and Melanie came back, skipping into the housecar like a couple of kids, teasing and playing. Blake said, "Oh, hi, doll. Everything okay?"
"Just fine," she said. "I was thinking about making sandwiches. You two been swimming?"
"A quick dip in the man's pond," Blake said, coming over to kiss her lightly upon the lips. "Hey, that's some sexy outfit you're wearing. It ought to be the new fashion. It beats hell out of miniskirts."
Melanie said, "Something bothering Ryan?"
"Not now," the boy said quickly. "I was moping a little, I guess. Auntie Juliet talked me out of my mood."
"Thinking about your daddy," Melanie said. "Look-let's you and I get together later, just the two of us. We can take our time and have a nice, long fuck in private."
Ryan smiled. "I'd like that."
"Come on, then," Melanie said. "Beer and sandwiches for everybody-even you two underage kids. But don't drink so much you get sleepy, you hear? I have plans for you, young man, but you have to be awake to enjoy them."
The boy's grin widened. "Don't worry, Mom; I can screw in my sleep."
And Juliet was willing to bet that he certainly could.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Gale Carter laughed. "It's a shame we're leaving so soon. I kind of wanted to try on our old landlord for size."
Juliet said, "There'll always be someone to try, when you're interested."
They were sitting together in back, and the housecar was moving down the road, heading south, going into warmer climates. Robin was driving, while Blake pored over the roadmap, picking the safest, most devious routes. Melanie was lying across the bunkbed reading a paperback; the twins were up on the forward bed, peering out the window at the countryside.
Gale said, "Yes, that's right. Now, that is. Before, I think Robin would have divorced me in a second if I even so much as mentioned screwing another man. Yet all that time, in the back of his head, he had this thing for you-and for little Rochelle."
"Good old lech," Juliet said, and they laughed together. Sobering, Juliet said, "No more double standard for any of us. Just honest, open sex-without jealousy and all in fun. And love. That makes the big difference, I think-love."
"Yes," Gale agreed. "I love you all. And speaking of that, when are you and I going to get together as lovers? I understand you swung pretty good with Melanie last night."
"Any time you want," Juliet said. "I've been wanting to try you on for size, too."
But they didn't get the opportunity for a while. The van kept moving, and there seemed to be a restlessness within everyone. They had lunch at a hamburger stand, and stuffed themselves with fries and milkshakes.
Juliet sat up front while Blake took his turn at driving, and he told her why he'd chosen to move out in the morning, instead of waiting until night, as he had first planned.
"When Melanie and I were splashing around, we heard somebody sneaking. We climbed out of the pond and stamped around to make whoever it was think we were moving off, but we waited until I could make out somebody. I think one of them was Mister Smathers, our genial host, but he had another guy with him. Now, I don't think it was a private cop; more than likely a buddy of the old man's, a friend he brought along to see the sights.
"Anyhow, I figured it was better if we moved right out. If the old guy was just horny and getting his kicks from peeping, okay; but spreading the word was something else. By this afternoon, there might have been a dozen other guys come visiting to leer at all the city women-and maybe take a flyer at screwing them."
Juliet nodded. "Yes, I can see how that worried you. It's one thing to screw because you want to, but something else to be forced into doing it. You know, I can excuse a lot of crimes, but not rape."
"There's statutory rape," Blake reminded her.
"Only in some cases, no matter what the law says," she argued. "Could anyone seriously say that either Ryan or Rochelle are below the age of sexual consent? Hell; sometimes I think they're older, and wiser, than any of us."
Blake steered the bus around a curve, straightened it out again. "I agree with that. Juliet-it's good to talk with you like this, especially about sex. We never discussed sex openly before."
"I know, Blake; I'm glad we're more open now. I was getting so damned bored, so frustrated, I didn't know what to do."
"That's two of us. I was looking at every cute ass that went by, wishing I could screw something that really dug screwing. But I never dared hope for anything like this-having you so hot and eager to fuck, and fucking my sisters-in-law, too. Fucking little Rochelle, especially. What a mind-blowing event that is. I hope laying Ryan is as much a blast for you."
"It is," she said. "And-there are other things. I hope you don't mind me making it with another woman."
Blake shook his head. "I don't mind anything, now. Whatever you want to do is all right with me. Maybe I'd like to ball with you and whoever-Melanie?"
"All of us girls," Juliet said. "I'm going to ball with Gale next. First it was Rochelle, then my sister. Oh-and Blake, I wanted to talk to you about Martin."
"What about that dummy? We're staying ahead of him, I'm sure."
Juliet said, "If he catches up." Then she told him of the discussions with the twins about their father, and said she thought it might be a good idea to grab Martin, to tie him up so he could somehow be initiated into the sexual congress the rest of the family was enjoying.
Blake laughed. "I'll be damned! That's a pretty cute idea. Robin and I could throw him down and strip him naked before he knew what was going on. If we got him all tied up-yeah, it just might work, at that. I know that if little tight-cunted Rochelle can screw him the way she did the rest of us, old Martin will crawl to her begging for some more pussy. Even if she is his daughter; especially if she's his daughter."
"Oh, good," Juliet sighed. "But don't hurt him. And don't let him hurt you. You know what a terrible temper Martin has, and he just might have a gun."
Her husband considered that bit of information and said, "That would change just about everything. But don't worry, doll, we'll work things out. When and if Martin trails us. I plan on outsmarting him all the way to Florida."
"I hope so," she said thoughtfully. "Still, it would be a pretty good idea if we could straighten him out and make him as happy, as sexually liberated as the rest of us."
They talked of other things, then, small talk, man-and-woman discussions about nothing very important. It was important only that they were discussing, opening up and becoming closer than they had been in all their years of marriage.
When darkness was about to blanket the narrow roadway they traveled, Blake couldn't find a parking spot. There were no pulloffs in sight, and the housecar was fast nearing a freeway marked on their map.
"Damn," he said. "We either have to push on a lot farther tonight, or stay at one of those commercial camp outfits. Oh, well, that can't be so bad. I mean, Martin is probably looking for us in the other direction, anyhow."
Uneasily, Juliet and the other woman prepared dinner, making stew and sandwiches and a tossed green salad. The kids had their heads together, whispering, and Juliet wondered what that was all about until Rochelle came to ask her mother for money.
"There's a candy machine, and pop, and a jukebox we'd like to play, if it's all right."
Melanie said sure, and gave them a couple of bucks. To Juliet she said, "We tend to forget that they're children, in other ways."
And Gale said, "Juliet-after our baths tonight?"
It was Juliet's turn to say sure.
Later that evening, using the forward bunk this time, Juliet stroked the almost timid body of her sister-in-law. Gale was on the verge of being thin, so slender that she might have been skinny, if it weren't for the development of her boobs and the neat, tight curvings of her ass. Her thighs were nicely rounded but slight, and she was taller than Juliet.
"I'm like Robin," Gale breathed. "I guess I've wanted you for a long time, too. May I-Juliet, would you mind if I asked him to join us, after we've swung by ourselves. I know Robin would be crazy for that."
"Okay," Juliet agreed, and slipped into the tall girl's arms, lowering her mouth so that she could pull one of the taut nipples into her hungry lips. It was an experience, sucking another woman's tit, and she knew how to make the most out of it for the recipient, using a softly thrilling tongue until she opened her mouth wide and drew in a goodly portion of the delectable mound itself.
"Ah, my love," Gale sighed. "Sweet and beautiful sister, how I love you, and how I'm going to love eating your gorgeous pussy."
Fondling thighs and asses and biting gently at tits, they caressed each other's mounds, fingering the hair and titillating the cuntlips until they were both ready to go, or to cream on fingers already deeply set into clinging tissues.
They changed ends without awkwardness, and Juliet found herself riding Gale's face, her crotch covering the other woman's mouth and nose to such an extent that she was afraid she might smother the girl. But Gale seemed to be getting plenty of air, and began to tongue blissfully into Juliet's cunt, moaning into it as she did so. The vibration of her voice sent additional shivers up Juliet's spine, and she hunched strongly upon Gale's mouth, upon the sharpness of her teeth.
And she was tasting the flavors of Gale's pussy at the same time, eating downward into the heavy black fur, into the writhing lips so slippery and pungent with inner musk. Efficient and deft, Juliet went into that velvet sheathing, using her tongue upon the vaginal walls, licking hotly along the small cavity, finding the waiting target of the clitoris.
She pulled this delicacy into her teeth and worried it gently, sucked upon it, tapped it with her tongue. Then she let go the clit so she could press the lips of Gale's snatch together and suck upon them as she might upon a sugared orange.
Gale was no slouch at pussy eating, either. Within seconds, she had Juliet grinding and hunching, and that trick of moaning vibrations throughout Juliet's cunt was a good one. Juliet writhed and pressed down, smearing her juices over the busy mouth, over the slim cheeks and the dainty chin. Gale went on eating, sucking, pulling.
Juliet could not cry out that she was coming;
Her mouth was buried in the girl's pussy at the time, so she used Gale's own gimmick, and groaned, instead.
Were there some additional flexings, some more quivers, deep inside the writhing satins and the hot, slick velvets? Juliet thought so, and when Gale's slender thighs locked spasmodically upon her head, she was more certain of it. Gale was cresting, hitting the climax, coming with small, fluctuating humps of her crotch. It was all good, all fine-coming and being able to make someone else come, to receive and to give simultaneously.
They were quiet, then, resting, recovering themselves. Juliet turned slowly, kissing her way up the flat, boyish belly of the girl, finding the hard-nippled tits and licking them one at a time. Gale's mouth met hers hungrily, and they exchanged the essences of each other's cunts, tongue to tongue.
"It was marvelous," Gale sighed then. "So tender and loving. I love it with a woman, but I also dig sex with men. I suppose that makes me a bisexual."
"Whatever the label," Juliet said, "it's just as wonderful. Thank you, Gale-for being hot and beautiful; for wanting to love me."
The other woman squeezed her close, and they fitted their breasts together, moved the wetness of their hairy boxes together. It was very nice, to just lie quietly and be held, Juliet thought, to hold someone else in intimacy and adoration.
At the curtains, Robin said, "Gale-Juliet?"
"Come on in," Juliet answered. "Nobody here but us chicks." She felt high, felt good, tingling and free, able to do anything she wanted to. Juliet was her own person, liberated not from her role as a female, but freed of the chains of an uptight morality that had plagued her all her life.
All the warnings, the obstacles that had been put in her path by parents and friends and literature and so damned many self-righteous bastards; all of it slanted to deprive her of the things all women need-release, gratification, and love.
For the love was highly important; Juliet realized that, knew it all the more as her husband's brother crawled in beside her, warmly nude, and with his prick in his hand.
She loved Robin, just as she loved his wife Gale. And her own husband Blake, and her sister Melanie, and both the lovely twins-she loved them all. And that made it all right for them to change, to share, to experience all the other bodies had to offer, every sensuous arousal, each little desire, no matter how far out they might seem at first.
If some long-buried yearning injured no one else, offended nobody else, how could it be harmful? And harmful to whom? Not the willing participants; anything they enjoyed to the utmost was only good for them. So nobody else's opinion really mattered worth a damn, Juliet decided.
"Here we are, Robin," she said throatily. "Your two wives for the evening."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Two men were standing beside the housecar's door when Juliet stepped down from it, first thing in the morning. She turned and started back inside, but one of them caught her elbow, clamping hard upon her upper arm with strong fingers.
"The kids in there, lady?" The man was thick-chested, thick-browed, and wore a sports shirt that bulged over his protruding belly.
Juliet said coldly, "Take your goddamned hands off me."
He grinned at his partner and squeezed harder, almost bringing Juliet to her knees. "Don't get smart, lady. I asked you a question."
She tried to pull away and couldn't. "Who-who are you?"
"Don't make no difference who; we come for the-kids. Call 'em on out here."
They were afraid to break into the van for some reason; they were depending upon her to bring Ryan and Rochelle out into the open where they could grab them without some kind of legal complications. Like a search warrant, she thought-or private-investigator credentials that were no good in this state.
"Go to hell," she said, and lifted her voice to yell, "Blake! Robin! Men are holding me out here-grab a gun!"
There wasn't a gun of any sort in the van, but these people didn't know that. The chunky one dropped her arm as if it had turned white hot, and backed off two quick steps. "Now look-"
The other man said, "Watch it, Harry! They're coming out."
He was short and skinny, with a prominent Adam's apple and eyes gone nervous behind pale sunglasses. He wore a straw hat, one of those plantation things with a bright band. It looked ridiculous on him.
Harry said to Blake as her husband bounced down from the housecar, "Wait a minute, mister! We're officers of the law, and if you start something with us, you're in big trouble."
Blake moved to one side, and Robin jumped to the ground, one hand under his shirt as if he were holding something there. Robin moved to the other side, watching the big guy, glancing at the retreating little man and dismissing him.
Harry said, "Look, damn it-you hear me now-"
Juliet kicked him in the leg, using the side of her foot because she had on sneakers. She hit him above the knee, and it must have hurt like hell, because he jumped and bellowed like a rump-shot bull.
"Damn you, woman! I'll-"
She didn't learn what he was going to do to her, because just then her husband leaped forward and hit the man on the side of the head. He fell over onto his knees, his shirt popping open to expose his hairy belly button, looking for all the world like an ugly and surprised Buddha.
Robin came in fast from the other side and destroyed the image, hitting the man so hard that Harry fell face down and didn't wiggle.
The skinny man squeaked, "I didn't do anything! You better not attack me."
Blake was breathing hard and looking mean. He advanced slowly upon the man in the plantation hat. "Listen, you. Nobody manhandles my wife; nobody tries to run a bluff on the rest of us. You show a warrant and some badges, or haul ass out of here, and take your fat buddy with you."
The man backed off rapidly, scuttling sideways, a crab in a ludicrous hat. "You won't get away with it. You can't run much farther, because I got friends in the highway patrol, and they'll let me know exactly where that van is."
"Shove it," Robin said, "and your patrol friends, too. Come on, people-before I'm tempted to run down that little son of a bitch and stomp a hole in his ass."
Blake asked, "You okay, Juliet?"
"Of course," she said, her voice shaking only a little bit. "I'd just like to finish my trip to the bathroom."
She saw Harry pushing himself painfully up from the blacktop, shaking his head. There was an ugly welt already rising over one eye. He got up and balanced there, swaying, holding one hand to his eye. Without saying anything, he wobbled off after the other man, his colorful shirt still hanging open, flapping behind him.
Juliet walked sort of precariously into the rest room and found an empty booth. When she sat down, her knees just about collapsed. She hadn't known she was that scared.
So Martin's people had managed to find them here. He must be spending a small fortune on private detectives, so all roads in adjoining states could be watched for them. The big travel bus was so conspicuous, they couldn't hide it. She didn't know what the hell they were going to do.
She came out of the booth and washed, using the toothbrush and paste she'd carried wrapped in a towel, brushing her hair carefully and tying it back with a bright piece of ribbon. When she turned, Rochelle was standing there, looking very small and frightened.
"Auntie-I didn't know-I mean, we didn't think that Daddy would send someone else. We thought he'd come himself, and when we called him-"
Juliet gasped. "You called him? Why?"
The girl's eyes were wide, tearful. "Because Ryan and I d-decided he ought to be here with us, that we could help him, and if I made him-we'd all swing together, and-and there wouldn't be any more of this hiding-oh, Auntie! Now I'm so sorry. Now Daddy knows where we are, and he'll only send more of those ugly men after us."
Reaching out, Juliet scooped the girl close, held her sobbing into her pillowing breasts. "Come on, Rochelle; let's go back to the van, and we'll talk it all out. It's all right, honest. It's okay."
And in the housecar, they held what amounted to a council of war. Manfully, Ryan took his share of the blame, adding that he still thought it was a pretty good idea-if his father came himself.
Blake looked thoughtful. "Why not? Now, wait a minute, before you start yelling, Melanie. The twins have a perfectly good plan, one that will fix Martin one way or the other. Or fix us; I'm perfectly aware of that possibility. He couldn't prove anything that could count as a felony, unless they've been using directional mikes, electronic snoopers and infrared cameras. So I have to vote with the kids."
"Me, too," Juliet put in. "It's one way to end it, Melanie."
Rochelle said softly, clinging to her mother's hand, "If I called him again, and told him we'd be somewhere special-"
"Sure!" Melanie said excitedly. "And we can trap him when he won't be expecting it."
"You won't hurt him?" the girl asked anxiously.
They chorused no, and Blakes said, "Here's some change. Go call your dad and tell him we're doubling back to throw him off the trail, that we're going the most direct route, right back to Robin's house. To Uncle Robin's house, don't forget; but say that we won't be there until late tonight."
Robin frowned. "We can make it by evening, if we romp on it and take turns driving."
"Right," Blake said, "so we'll be there ahead of him, waiting. All of us will be waiting for Martin Clements."
They pulled out within minutes, eating breakfast on the road, staying within the speed limits most of the time, but barely, and when the stretches of highway were long and deserted, whoever was driving kicked the van to its limit, hurrying all the way home.
Juliet worried, and took a nip of bourbon from time to time to ease her nagging apprehension. What if her brother-in-law was waiting for them? Suppose all the snooper gadgets had been employed by the investigators, and there was enough on tape and on film to give Martin a big legal club to hold over them?
He could give them a choice-either turn the twins over to him permanently, or face prosecution for statutory rape and contributing to the delinquency of minors; maybe a few other complicated charges arising from crossing state lines.
She downed a few more belts and fell asleep lying across the bunkbed, Rochelle snugged in beside her. It was funny, she thought, just before the fretful dreams came to plague her, but nobody in the moving housecar seemed to be thinking about screwing now. It took a relatively clear mind for people to concentrate on fucking, to give themselves wholly to its total enjoyment. Worried people didn't make good screwers.
The dreams were swiftly passing, fearful, yet foreboding no danger she could read; but the colors of her dreams were gray and black, or brown, and when she came awake, Juliet was glad.
It was later than she thought; the liquor must have soothed her well, and kept her under for quite a while. The van was turning into the familiar driveway as she sat up.
"The playroom," Robin was saying. "That will be perfect. You know I had it soundproofed, so the stereo wouldn't bother the neighbors. Let's leave the door open and the twins sitting on the couch inside, with the light shining on them. You and I will be beside the door, and when Martin comes in, we'll grab him. I have some nylon clothesline-"
Juliet nodded to herself, found the hair ribbon that had slipped off and put it back into place. Martin would hurry into the house and see the open playroom door on his right, see his children. He would go right in to them, and from there on, it would be up to Blake and Robin.
She followed them out of the housecar, and went quickly to one of the bathrooms, hoping she could finish a shower and change into one of Gale's robes before anything happened. When she came down again, fresh and clean, smelling good, she knew a sense of excitement. Their plan would just have to work out, for the good of them all-including Martin.
She peeked down the hall, and Melanie quieted her from the shadows. Her sister caught her arm and pulled her close. "There's a car out front, and we think it's his. The kids are in place-bait in the trap. I could call it a rat trap, but I won't. I'm not really mad at Martin, just hurt. I love him, you know."
"I know," Juliet said quietly. "That's the door. He isn't ringing the bell."
"The guys left it unlocked on purpose," Melanie said. "Shh, now; we don't want him to hear us."
Juliet saw the figure ease into the darkened hall. The door closed behind him, so she knew he was alone this time, come to claim his kids, by force if necessary. She watched him glide a few feet, looking from side to side. Then he saw the open playroom door. Its light played upon his face. Martin seemed surprised, then he frowned and straightened up to march into the room.
"Bingo!" Melanie hissed, and on the echo of her whisper came the sounds of scuffling, the crash of something being kicked over.
She was right with her sister, and Gale was just behind them. They ran into the playroom entrance. The first Juliet saw was Rochelle's big, wide eyes; then she saw Ryan's tense face. Wheeling to one side, she saw the rest of it-Blake and Robin sitting on Martin, flattening him out.
"You-you crazy bastards! What the hell-"
Robin was busy with the nylon cord, looping it around Martin's wrists, dragging the man's hands behind his back, knotting the cord.
"I'll kill you!" Martin raged as Blake rolled him over, avoiding the flying feet until he could kneel on the legs and hold them down.
"Take his shoes off, then his pants," he said to Robin.
Checking the bindings, Robin let go of Martin's arms and moved around to strip his legs. Martin lay in shock, staring with disbelief until they got his shorts off. When he tried to fight, it was too late.
Blake said, "We'll have to rip off his shirt and T-shirt, but what the hell."
"Sons of bitches," Martin said. "You goofy bastards are up to something, but I don't know-oh, lord! The kids! Get them out of here!"
Swiveling his head around, he saw the others-his wife, Gale, Juliet. Juliet smiled at him as if to say don't worry, nobody's going to hurt you. She hadn't remembered Martin as being quite that slight. The other men were much bigger.
Face flaming, Martin dropped his eyes and bit his lips. Juliet stared at his nude body and saw the limp prick that her younger sister had been fucking all these years. It was wrinkled and ashamed, trying to hide between Martin's legs, but even so, there seemed to be an awful lot of it.
"What the hell are you doing to me?" Martin asked, his voice colder and more under control.
"Getting you off everybody's back," Blake said, standing up and looking down. "Robin-I guess we'd better lash his ankles, too. Tie him to this heavy couch here, right around the legs. He'll play hell kicking loose from that."
"Damn it-why?" Martin grated.
Robin grinned and surveyed his handiwork, tested the bindings. "Get him spread real good, Blake. Martin, just shut up and relax. Isn't that what they say to do when rape is inevitable?"
"Rape? If you think you can get off the hook by-by this freaky performance-"
Blake moved out of the man's immediate line of vision to say softly to Rochelle, "Do you want us in, or out? Are you sure you can handle this?"
"I-I have to," the girl breathed. "If-just everybody stay back out of sight, please. I'd like you close by."
They drifted back, took positions on the other sofa, in the shadows. Juliet kept her eyes fixed on the naked man who wiggled helplessly upon the carpet. The table lamp cast a soft circle of light upon him, and now little Rochelle moved into it.
She had dropped her robe farther back, and stood poised like a miniature goddess, the light sliding appraising rays over the lovely hills and beautiful valleys of her sleek young body. At that moment, Rochelle was breathtakingly beautiful; her head was held high and proudly.
Martin said roughly, "You-like that? Go on, get out of here! Go put on some clothes. You're a disgrace!"
Her voice was tender, faint, so that they had to strain to make out the words. "Am I disgraceful, Daddy? Really? Or am I pretty? You like me, I know it; you look at my naked body and you like it."
"Damn it, Rochelle! Do as I say! I'm your father, and-"
She slid nearer, turning her body so that the light played joyfully upon her uplifted tits, casting diamonds into the feathering of red-blonde pubic hair between her thighs.
"And that bothers you," she said, "being my father, when you would much rather be my lover. I want you to be my lover, Daddy. I do-oh, very much!"
Martin's head rolled from side to side and he battled against the restraints that held him. He could sit up by straining, but his bound ankles kept him from rolling away.
Rochelle came closer, kneeling beside him, and Juliet thought that the distraught man must now be able to smell the sensuous odor of the child, partly a compelling perfume, partly the odor of her own woman lust. The girl whispered, "Oh, look at me, please. See my tits and my belly and my mound. I can make you happy. I can make you so very happy."
"G-get away from me," her father said in a choked voice. "You're my little daughter, and I can't-we can never-"
"Yes, we can," Rochelle said. "There's nothing to stop us now. You have to fuck me, Daddy. You just can't help yourself any more."
Her small, slim hand moved out like a pale butterfly and stroked over her daddy's softened prick. He flinched mightily and tried to turn his lower body from her, but his tied ankles prevented that.
Watching closely, breathing harshly in her constricted throat, Juliet saw the man's cock begin to rise, slowly, swelling as if he were fighting the inclination, but expanding just the same. It grew in length, almost crawling out, and began to gain in thickness.
Juliet's eyes widened. That prick was going to be huge, bigger than she had thought any human cock could be. And Rochelle, little Rochelle, meant to take that massive shaft into the tiny confines of her barely stretched little-girl cunt.
It might damage her insides, tear the delicate tissues. Reaching out blindly in the semidarkness, Juliet hissed, "Melanie-"
"Shh!" her sister came back. "It's all right. There's Vaseline right on the couch there."
Rochelle said, "Oh, Daddy-that's wonderful. What a lovely cock."
"Baby-you can't-please don't-" She reached up for the grease and daubed some into the palm of her hand. When she started to rub it over the head of her father's prick, he twisted and turned, making loud, wordless noises of protest. But that monster prick just grew and grew.
The head of it grew slippery, giving back reflections of light, shining purple and gold. Rochelle leaned down and kissed it, touched her child's tongue to the swollen glans as her fingers continued to apply the lubricant to the stem of his immense cock. She kissed and licked, while her daddy groaned helplessly. She fondled his hairy sac, and greased the entire trunk of that gigantic organ.
-She would be hurt, Juliet thought. Then another quick thought hit her: How had her sister Melanie been able to keep such a tight cunt, after fucking that huge cock for years, and after producing two children?
A woman's vagina stretched, of course. And if the woman was hotly willing, eager to get a rod that size up her snatch, it would probably fit. But even so, it would be a tight fit.
Martin tried a final time. "Rochelle, baby! Don't do this-I'm too big for you-little girl, please don't-"
"You're just the right size for me," Rochelle replied, ceasing her ministrations upon his upright and throbbing cock. "I've been building up to you-first by fucking Ryan, then Uncle Blake and Uncle Robin. Now I'm ready for you, Daddy."
There was Vaseline on the girl's labia. Juliet saw the dull gleaming of the grease as Rochelle stood open-legged above her father, straddling his tied and spread legs.
"You-you did it with all of them?"
Rochelle lowered herself carefully, spreading her knees and coming down so that she kneeled with the blunt end of his cock just touching the silken moss of her cunt hair. She looked very sure of herself, Juliet thought, and crossed her own fingers, just in case something went wrong.
The girl had her father's prick in both hands now, setting its tip exactly into the pussy entrance. Her white thighs glistened and Juliet could see the pink lips of the labia, oiled and ready as they would ever be.
Gently, Rochelle lowered herself, holding firmly to the base of her daddy's cock, letting her weight press downward to force the spongy, giving glans into her vagina. Slowly, with care, she guided the flared head into her slender body. It went in an inch, then another, and the purple knob disappeared.
"She's got it made now," Melanie said. "All she has to worry about is the length of it."
Gale said admiringly, "I wouldn't worry about that magnificent piece of meat."
Juliet said, "You're not twelve years old," and they shut up to concentrate upon the stark scene before them.
The shaft was sliding up into the widely stretched cuntlips, its veined bulk burnished with lubricant, and meeting the girl's own oils inside.
Martin Clements made a strangled sound and gave an involuntary little hump. Rochelle came all the way down, so that she was sitting on his pelvis, and her Daddy's colossal prick was safely buried in her pussy. She gave a triumphant little smile and said to him, "See? Now let's really fuck."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was a thrilling sight to watch, and seeing that big cock slide up and down into Rochelle's tiny cunt turned everybody on. Juliet could hear the raspy breathing, the stirrings on the couch as people began to caress each other. She felt hands upon her, and slid down her own to find a man's cock.
Her husband's prick, she thought, recognizing the shaft by feel, and then Blake said, "Baby-doll-isn't that great? Martin is really hot for that little snatch, and I can't blame him a damned bit. It's like buttered silk inside, and so damned tight-"
Juliet held to his cock and thought she knew where Ryan was at the moment. Feeling up his mother, and neither of them looking away from the circle of light for a split second.
Rochelle said, "Oh, Daddy, Daddy! Your big prick just fills me, stretches me so tight. Ah, Daddy dear-such a thick, long cock. I've wanted it up my cunt for a long time, ever since I saw you fucking mother one night. That's what got Ryan and me started, you know-seeing you stick this marvelous shaft to mom."
"Baby, baby, baby," Martin groaned. "Oh, if I had my hands free to hold you-ah! Ah, little girl-what a narrow cunt, so hot and sweet. I wanted to screw it for years, ever since you started to swing that darling little ass. But I didn't dare."
"Dare now-fuck me, Father! Oh, yes, Daddy-ram it all the way to the balls-fuck me, fuck me!"
Squirming, her hands flat upon his heaving, sweaty belly, Rochelle swung her compact ass and ground her pussy around his pumping rod. It was getting faster for them both, and Juliet began to wonder how the girl could have put off coming this long, with that mammoth cock sliding over her little clit at every penetrating thrust.
And Martin-his head was thrown back and his eyes were squeezed shut, his entire face contorted with the swift approach of his dream rapture. He twisted his upper body, arched it toward his daughter as she flipped and screwed her cunt upon his ramrod.
"Coming! Coming! Coming! You hot little bitch! Your daddy is COMING!"
Juliet saw the rigorous upward leaping of Martin's balls, and sighed at the thought of the massive load that was being hurled into Rochelle's snug little vagina. The boiling stuff must be deluging that narrow cunt, flooding the baby-cervix and overflowing the shivering labia.
Rochelle cried out and rolled her eyes wildly; her tiny ass stopped gyrating and pumping, and she dug her fingers into her father's hairy belly as she also came, cresting with an orgasm so violently pervasive that Juliet was afraid the girl was going to faint, to collapse upon her Daddy's impaling staff.
Juliet had already started forward when she saw Rochelle catch herself, push herself back erect. Not an inch of her father's prick could be seen. Proudly, the girl sat there, as if defying the universe for her right to ride that magnificent cock.
Nobody in the room was going to argue the fact, especially not her father. He lay on his side, forced to the awkward position by his arms being bound behind his back, but he had to keep his ass flat on the carpet.
Blake was moving, too, a pen knife in his hand. "It's safe to let him go now, I think." he said, and bent to slash the cords at Martin's wrists. As Martin sat up, rubbing his forearms, Blake cut the bindings at his ankles and said, "Welcome to the family, Martin-the real family, where nobody puts you down for fucking your daughter. We're happy you did, and that's why we set you up for it."
"I-well, yeah," Martin said, and made an involuntary motion as if to stop Rochelle from rising smoothly and fluidly from his upright pole. "Can't get adjusted yet, Blake. I-"
"Okay," Blake said. "Take your time, buddy. We all have plenty of time now, all we need. You want to make it some more with little Rochelle? Fine; we'll leave you two alone now. Or you can take your pick of the other wives-Juliet, Gale-even your own wife. I think Melanie has been missing you a lot."
Martin sat, his head down, his chest still heaving from his exertions. Juliet suspected that his mind was heaving, too, churning and spinning in confusion. He had just been screwed by his own small daughter, and it had been ecstasy for him, a closeness he had long dreamed of, but never thought to actually accomplish. Now the deed was done, and Juliet thought he might be trying to work up a good case of regret over it.
Rochelle put her hands on her tummy, slid them across and down, passing lightly and insinuatingly over her inflamed, pouty mound. "Daddy just has to get it all together. Maybe Mom will stay and help us."
Melanie came to sit beside her husband. He didn't look at her, even when she took his hand. Juliet saw that Melanie was as naked as her daughter, saw what the younger girl would probably look like a few years from then.
Juliet said to the others, "Let's go to the living room. These three have so much to talk over."
"These four," Ryan said, and Juliet realized that she had all but forgotten the boy. "I'll stay with them," he said.
"Come on into the living room," Robin invited. "I keep a couple of spare bottles there, and I'm making book that we can all use a few belts, after this hassle."
The living room was spacious, a symbol of Robin's thriving business, and as Juliet entered it, she looked out over the lighted pool on the patio and thought that none of the men in the family had done badly with finances.
That was good because it gave them all the money, the time, and the inclination to follow their desires, all these new needs they had so recently discovered within themselves. Maybe they would have gotten it all going without money, but it was easier with it.
"Drink?" Robin stood beside her chair with a bottle and glass in his hands.
"Heavy," Juliet said. "It feels like a party."
Gale walked by with a tray. "Like a celebration, and why not? That little scene in the playroom wrapped it all up for us, one tidy bundle of joy. Or was that what they used to call babies?"
"I like babies," Blake said, "but unless they're like those twelve-year-olds in the other room, I liked them best fried."
"Like W.C. Fields," Juliet said. "He was always fried."
They drank quite a bit, and had small sandwiches, chips and dip, and Juliet glanced often toward the quiet playroom. "What do you think is going on in there?"
Gale answered, "Just what you think is going on. They're balling; all four of them, changing over and swapping. Ryan has no doubt fucked his mother again, and Rochelle has screwed her father at least one more time. About now, I'd say they're catching their breath."
Robin said, "We've all got our breath."
"That we have," Juliet agreed, and stood up to slip out of her borrowed robe.
"Game time," Gale said, shedding her own flimsy dressing gown. "Goody! Let's make this one a real swap fest. I'll start screwing Blake, and after say-six strokes-he can change with my husband, who will have been taking his six strokes into Juliet's lovely cunt."
"Until the milkman cometh," Blake said solemnly.
Juliet spent a moment wishing that the others could be with them now, sharing and blending in the long, involved orgy she had thought about. Four males and four females, all taking their turns fucking everybody else; four different cocks in her vagina, one after the other. That monster dong of Martin's would be quite an experience in itself, and she really wanted to try it. Imagine her own sister keeping a prick like that a secret all these years!
She lay down on her back, bringing a pillow with her, to slide under her ass. It was something else she had always heard about, but never tried, the forced up-tilting of her entire vagina, so that the man's cock could reach deeper.
At her left lay Gale Carter, a long, lean picture of thoroughbred beauty, with those racy legs and the high tits. Blake was ready between those slender legs, rolling the head of his prick between his fingers, getting it to expand to its fullest size.
Juliet looked up at Robin's chunky, fat cock. They both had very nice shafts, Juliet admitted, and remembered that Ryan's cock was only a small, hard thing, but highly effective. Still, she would like a shot at that huge rod of Martin's, knowing now that she could take it if little Rochelle had.
Holding up her arms and spreading her thighs for Robin, she invited him down to her waiting body, to all the hot, juicy delights it had to offer a virile man or an eager woman.
Robin came to her gladly, running his hands over her body as if he were forever just a little bit overawed with its fullness, its richness, after being married for some time to a willowy woman. He handled her thighs, her tits, and used his fingers exploringly in her labia, pulling them out to run them slidy and tickling up and down her cleft.
Juliet thought again of a cock in her ass, and wondered if she could get to Ryan before long, to see how it would work. She'd have to proceed in the same manner as Rochelle had, stretching her back entrance by starting with a finger-Melanie's-then moving to the boy's prick, then possibly to Robin's, or Blake's. That giant Martin's would never fit.
"You have such a ripe body," Robin said, and set the head of his cock against her ready cunt. When he pushed, she took it in easily, already wet and jellied with her own oils; he slid in to the hilt with one long stroke, and his balls swung into the division of her cheeks.
Beside them, Blake was smoothly dicking his brother's wife, feeding his large joint strongly into Gale's pussy. Gale braced her feet on the floor and bent her knees, so that she could use the leverage of her long legs to boost Blake partially from the carpet.
Then she said "Six!" in a loud voice, and Juliet wondered what the hell, remembering belatedly the game they were supposed to be playing. Six strokes and change partners; something like a sophisticated square dance, she thought.
Robin pulled his cock out and crawled over to nestle it between his own wife's thighs. Juliet watched with interest, never having seen Robin put it to Gale before, noting what a workman-like job he was doing.
"Us again, doll," Blake said, inserting the slippery head of his prick into the steamy hole his brother's prick had just left. It had been oiled by Gale's juices, Juliet knew, and liked the idea.
"Always us," she said, and pulled her husband's mouth down to hers for a fierce kiss, just as his tool pushed all the way home. It did fit deeper in this position, with the pillow turning her box upward. She could feel the head of it all the way back to the cup of her cervix, and it was wonderful.
They would never be bored again, Juliet thought, never again take their sex as a habit, or a duty to be gotten over with as quickly and with as little fuss as possible. From that first departure from the rules on, she and Blake had set forth upon a road that could only bring them freshness and a new series of adventures.
"Six!" Gale called out.
Juliet said, "Oh, hell."
And when Blake withdrew from the vibrant pocket of her vagina, she blinked in surprise. Over his shoulder she saw the rest of the family, standing just inside the living room doorway. At the expression on her face, Blake turned, too.
"Come on in," he said.
Shyly, Rochelle came around the men and sank to the floor to the right of Juliet. "We talked it all over. That's what we've been doing all this time, just talking. And when Daddy understood how much this meant to everyone, how much fun it can be for all of us, he said maybe we'd better come join the party."
Melanie came over then, knelt next to her daughter and said, "What's going on?"
Juliet laughed. "Take your place, dear. Gale dreamed up this goofy game, where the men change places after six strokes, but I always forget to keep count, and she has to call the turnover."
"What happens when one of the guys comes, and has to stop?"
From the other end of the line, Gale said, "Why, he has to fall out, of course. The guy who can keep fucking the longest wins."
Melanie said, "And what does he win?"
"Why," Gale giggled, "the next choice of games, naturally. Or unnaturally, whichever."
Blake led Martin to Gale and stood him over the long, slim girl. "We're starting over, I guess. You take Gale, Robin takes my wife, and I take-Rochelle. That leaves your son and his mother-is that okay?"
Martin nodded slowly. "Okay. They told me how it's been between them, that they've been fucking for quite a while. I probably suspected it all the time, but wouldn't even admit such a possibility to myself. I can understand it all now, since I know what it's like to fuck Rochelle."
"So know what it's like to fuck some other beautiful chicks," Blake said, and stepped around to begin the game once more.
Juliet had to watch how Gale took the huge cock she had been longing for, and when Robin slipped his own tool back into Juliet's box, she met his long thrust mechanically. She liked the feel of it moving into her sheath, but she was more interested in seeing Martin's big pole shove its way into Gale's dark and shaggy hole. It moved inside with not too much effort, since Gale was soapy from the strokes she had already taken from her two previous screwers.
Turning her head, she watched Blake working his shaft into Rochelle's little pussy, straining a bit to get it sunk home, and the girl wriggling delightedly.
Beyond them, her sister and Ryan, with the boy solidly between his mother's legs and thrusting carefully, lovingly into the cunt he worshipped above all others. Was his father craning around to see, to watch how his son fucked his mother and now their mutual wife? There would be no more young versus old male rivalry for the rich treasures of Melanie's pussy, no more jealousy and conflict. She had plenty of cunt for them both, and was only too happy to share it between them.
When Gale called out "Six!" this time, it was in a choked voice, and Juliet thought it served her right, her and her silly games. But she was happy to look up and see the enormous club of Martin's glistening cock hanging above her as he moved down one woman, one cunt.
Ryan came quickly around to be beside his father, and to mount Gale before Martin could get set to plunge it into Juliet. He lay still between Gale's thighs, hilt-deep into her clenching pussy, determined to show that a prick didn't have to be gaint to do its job.
"Hello, there," Juliet sighed, as that huge glans poked into her wet and yearning labia. She wiggled to set it, and took a deep breath as it pushed so massively up into her cunt.
She had been right about it filling up a woman's cavity; Martin's cock seemed to choke her pussy, to expand it as an arm stretches the sleeve of a coat. She had been right about every stroke making a clitoris shudder and leap, too. Her clit twanged like a banjo string, and she took only four long, unbelievably thick strokes before she came.
The orgasm galloped throughout her cunt, spinning to race off into the far corners of her body. She humped on the next two thrusts, tremors racking her from tits to asshole, and damned near refused when Gale yelled out that everybody had to change partners.
It was strange, accepting the boy's small, hard prick in the crevice his father's immense rod had just stretched wide. But the offbeat quality of fucking father and son in rotation turned Juliet on even more. Besides, Ryan used his small joint masterfully, probing immediately for the clit and jolting it, grinding his boyish crotch into hers and clamping both hands onto her aching tits.
"Ah-ahhh!" Rochelle said in a little shriek. "Oh, Daddy, that prick is making me come-already-oh, Daddy-Daddy! Fuck me hard as you can; cram it up my cunt and fuck me, fuck me!"
"My darling," Martin panted, "oh, my little baby girl-"
"Six!" Gale yelled. "The magic number, all you fuckers-six." Then she added, "And Blake is out. He just pumped a big load into me."
So when little Ryan moved on to his sister, and his father crawled over to cover Melanie, Juliet was left temporarily without a partner. Robin was mounting his own wife, plunging his active cock right in where his brother had a moment ago loosed a torrent of semen. Was it better when a pussy got sloppy? Juliet wondered. Did some extra lubrication make the sensations more erotic to a driving prick?
Melanie was screwing the hell out of Martin. She was flinging her legs about wildly, and hiking her ass in violent rotations, riding the slow piston of her husband's gigantic cock as if there would be none around for her tomorrow.
As Juliet watched, Rochelle sneaked one hand out and took her mother's. While she was fucking her brother, her mother and father were pounding away, getting it on as they had perhaps never screwed before.
"Oh, Martin-I love you-love for you to fuck me! So big, so good-right out of our daughter's slidy little cunt and into mine. Oh-hold my hand, Rochelle; your mother is about to-to c-come!"
Gale was yelling her special number, hollering it over and over, but nobody was paying much attention to her now. Not Melanie, bucking and plunging upon her husband's shaft, not Martin, seesawing and churning into his wife's blazing cunt, his big prick flexing and spitting its burden of come, sending it powerfully against the gates to her womb.
"Not fair!" Gale yipped. "You guys aren playing fair, and you're making me-uh-UH-uh! Making me come with my-UH-uh-husband-d-damn it!"
And Robin grunted in time with her thrashing movements, pounding his cock up into Gale's snatch until he came furiously, and sagged upon her sweating, palpitating belly.
"Six and out," he panted.
Juliet turned on her side, deeply involved in the movements of Ryan as he climbed quickly from his sister, snapping his hard rod from that toy pussy and nudging his father's thigh.
"Dad? Please-I want to fuck her right now, just as soon as you pull out-please-my turn with Mother-my turn in her wet cunt-please-"
Juliet had never seen the boy so excited, so eager to leap into the saddle. It was because his father had just soaked their cunt with semen, she decided; because Ryan had this thing about sharing and blending and possibly being his father when his mother was being fucked.
"All right, Son," Martin said, lifting from his wife's supine body and sliding his big club out of her cunt with a sloshing noise that trailed a goodly amount of creamy, sudsy liquid behind its leaking head. "Go ahead, boy-give your mother a good fucking while I watch."
Ryan practically leaped upon his Mom's belly, sliding his small dick around before he could get it into the greasy slot frothed at its humid lips.
As he guided his young cock into the shuddering pussy, Ryan gave a series of swift, rabbit-like hunches and clung to the cheeks of his Mother's lifting, turning ass.
"Oh, Mom-Mother-Mother! I-ooh, darling pussy-sweet cunt-I'm coming-right in here where he-where Daddy-A AHH!"
Never had Juliet seen the boy let go so quickly; he must have been fighting to hold back his load, battling to keep it locked into his balls while he screwed three other women, just so he could pump his semen in where it would mix with his father's stuff-in his mother's wetly scorching cunt.
Melanie held to him, squeezed him down into her breasts, and Rochelle could only sit there cross-legged, beautiful as any pagan princess, and smile at them.
Juliet climbed off the carpet, leaving her place empty, moving softly away from the sated people, from those who had spent themselves fucking, at least for now. The night was still reasonably young, and there were yet many passions to be aroused. But for just now, she wanted to be away from it all. Pausing at the table, she scooped up a bottle of liquor and took it with her onto the patio.
Drinking from the neck of the bottle, she felt the burn of the booze reach her belly and start building a fire there. She saw the stars reflected in the faintly wind-dappled surface of the swimming pool, and smelled the vagrant scent of some garden flower.
It was quiet out here, and lovely, and she had room to think. About her changed and changing life, Juliet mused, taking another long swallow of straight bourbon from her personal bottle.
To think about what? That first night when a small and fumbling hand reached out to cuddle her mound. Not asleep and pawing her in his dream, that boy-wide awake and making the first of many moves that would bring her and all the others into the enchanted circle of sensual freedom created by himself and his beautiful sister.
To think of her husband, drifting away from her because neither of them was wise enough in the ways of sex to call back what had truly never been, only assumed and supposed.
Or her sister, nerving herself up to run away from Martin, rather than face the ultimatums and give up the sexiest thing in her entire life-the long, sweet fuckings she was having with her son, the woman-to-woman love affair she was carrying on with her daughter.
And Martin himself, bound and tied, forced to admit publicly that he had a hidden but overpowering desire to fuck his own daughter, and later showing that he didn't mind sharing his wife with his son.
Gale and Robin, too-bright, pretty young people slowly sinking into the same morass of habit and boredom that was the bane of most married couples. They had leaped at the chance to fuck other people, to exchange love with other human beings to whom being sensuous was not synonymous with being sinful.
Juliet took another drink, and this one went down easier, joining the others that were spreading heat throughout her relaxed body.
"Hey," said a voice at her elbow, "is this a private drunk, or can anybody join in?"
She handed her husband the bottle. "Here, Blake. I've had enough, I guess."
He took a snort and put the bottle down on a poolside table. "Only enough liquor, I hope. I thought I might interest you in a nice, private fuck."
She turned to him and lifted her arms. "Public or private, mister, you've got yourself a deal. And might I add-any time?"
"You might," he said, his naked body against hers. "Now lie down."
"Yes, dear," Juliet answered, as a dutiful wife should.
