"I wonder who Mom's got with her tonight?" thirteen-year-old Christie Devins asked her brother, Vic.
Fifteen-year-old Vic, sitting up in his own bed across the room, flashed back a smile. "You've got me," he replied. "But it sure sounds like they're having fun!"
The Devins-Christie, Vic and their mother, Rachel-lived in a low-income neighborhood in an older section of Denver. While their two-bedroom house had been reasonably well kept up, there was no denying that it was an old house-and that the walls were pitifully thin.
Thin enough, at least, for the low, horny moans from their mother's bedroom to come drifting through to them clearly, plainly. And the moans weren't the only thing the two children could hear. They could also hear their mother speaking.
"Ohhhh...." Rachel Devins' voice floated faintly to them. "Ohh, I'm all wet. Hurry, you big stud. Please hurry...."
Now Christie sat up, perking her ears. Rachel Devins' husband had deserted the family only a month after Christie's birth and had never been heard from since. Rachel had raised the children herself, and had provided for them by working as a secretary. But a secretary's pay was not that much, and one of the things that had to be foregone had been the luxury of individual bedrooms for the children.
But the situation did have its compensations, and one of these was that Christie and Vic Devins-both healthy, handsome kids-were closer than most brothers and sisters ever dreamed of being.
This closeness was reflected in the intimate, conspiratorial glance that Vic shot the girl. "What do you say?" he asked. "Should we go down the hall for a better listen?"
Christie looked doubtful. "I don't know, Vic. Mom's entitled to her privacy, just like anybody. I don't think it's right that we should-"
Vic cut her off with a wave of his hand. "Aww, come on, Christie. Who's gonna be hurt? The door'll be closed like usual and Mom won't know a thing. And besides, you can't tell me you're not just aching for a better listen. Shit, if you don't get off on hearing Mom screw, you sure as hell get off on the fantasies it gives you."
The pretty blonde girl blushed. "Wh-what do you mean?"
Vic gave a small laugh. "Sorry, sis, I didn't mean to embarrass you. But ... well, you did make an awful lot of sounds when we got back to bed after the last time we listened."
Christie looked down guiltily and began to speak, but she was interrupted by another, louder moan from beyond the thin wall.
"Mmmmm...." her mother panted. "That's right ... finger me like that, baby ... the clit ... Mmmmm ... Oh-ohhhhhh...."
Vic flicked his covers back, slid his feet to the floor, and then leaned back across his bed. His cock-young, healthy and thick-was standing straight up throbbing.
"See," he said. "How could you help but get horny with something like that going on in the next room?"
Christie still had a look of shame about her. "But ... our own mother...."
Vic stood up and reached for a robe. "It's not just our mom that's turning us on," he pointed out. "It's what she and whoever that dude with her are doing. Hell, I'm not gonna be a hypocrite. It does turn me on, and it turns you on too."
"No ... no, it doesn't."
The boy crossed the room and sat down beside her. "No, of course it doesn't," he said facetiously. "I just imagined you moaning and groaning and twisting around on the bed the other night while you jerked yourself off after we got back." He reached over and peeled back the sheets that covered her, exposing a pair of firm, girlish breasts. He reached over and, with a thumb and index finger, briefly flicked one of the nipples. It was already hard. Hard and pink, like some small, tasty cherry candy. "And I'm only imagining this," he continued. Then he stood up and reached for the girl's robe, holding it out for her. "Come on, Christie," he implored. "I'm going. It sounds like they're really getting down tonight. And you're being a hypocrite if you're saying you don't want to come with me."
With a faint sigh the girl threw back the rest of her covers and stood up, taking the flimsy cotton robe being offered to her.
"All right," she said weakly. "Let's go and listen. You're right, it does turn me on. But, Vic, we have to be quiet. I still feel that this isn't right."
"We'll be quiet, all right," Vic said, and he reached out and took her hand, leading her toward their bedroom door. "And let's start being quiet now. Not that Mom'll notice," he added with a wolfish leer.
Opening the door, he stepped out into the darkened hallway of the old house with his sister close behind them. Still holding hands, and moving on the balls of their feet, they made the short trip to the next doorway down.
For some reason, the graphic lovemaking sounds from their mother's room sounded louder tonight than they had on the four or five previous occasions that the children had eavesdropped. And as they approached their mom's bedroom, they found out the reason why.
The door had been left open....
Their mother's voice drifted out to them once again, louder this time. Louder, and hornier!
"Jesus ... oh, Christ baby ... are you hung ... oh Jesus, let me suck that big beautiful dick."
Both of the children's hearts were pounding with expectation as well as lust as they shot each other one final glance, and then approached the open door.
There was no telling how the door had been left open. Probably their mother, unlike the other times, had been in too much of a hurry to remember to close it. But whatever the reasons, they hardly concerned the Devins kids right then.
This was no time to think. It was a time to watch-and be turned on!
Keeping their bodies around the doorjamb so that only their heads showed, Vic and Christie peered in. Christie knelt down, and Vic stood just behind and above her. And both of their eyes were wide and staring. As well they might be.
The scene unfolding in the softly lit bedroom before them was indeed an erotic one.
Rachel Devins was a well-shaped brunette in her late thirties, and at the moment that the kids peeked in, she was in the process of giving head to a well-endowed stud who was about the same age as she.
The bedroom was illuminated by a soft pink glow from a bedside lamp. Both Rachel and the man were nude. He lay on his back, his head on the pillows, his hands holding and guiding the woman's head as it bobbed up and down on his hard, erect cock. His eyes were closed tight and his mouth quivered with lust.
"That's it, baby," he moaned. "Suck me. Use your fingers on my balls. Ahhh ... mmmmmm ... give me throat, mama. Let me fuck that beautiful throat!"
Complying with her lover's wishes, Rachel moved one of her hands up his inner thigh and began kneading his tight, cum-filled balls. Occasionally she would let one of her long painted fingernails scratch him ever so lightly, and the sensation would cause him to moan even louder than before. When she did this his hips would buck and he would fuck her mouth harder, deeper.
After a few moments of this torture/teasing game, she slid her hand from his nuts and moved it back to the cock itself. Her head continued bobbing up and down over the erect muscle, but with a slight difference.
"Mmmmm, that's it, you little whore," he gasped. "Mmmmmm ... ohhhh, mama-"
Rachel pumped her hot, sucking mouth down on his shaft as far and as wetly as she could, until the head of his prick was caressing the roof of her throat. Then, with maddening slowness, she drew her head up, still milking the prick for everything she had. Up her head moved, until the tip of the cock was the only thing left in her mouth. Now the hand that had been playing with the balls came back into motion. Puckering up her mouth to create as much suction as possible, she bobbed up and down only on that precious last half inch or so of throbbing love muscle, while her warm fingers grabbed hold of the rest of the pulsating meat and slowly, gently squeezed and caressed it, sliding up and down the entire length of the shaft in a smooth, rhythmic motion. Her saliva from the deep-throat job acted as a lubricant, and soon the man on the bed was going out of his mind with pleasure.
"Mmmmmm, Rachel," he gasped. "Make me cum, baby. Make me cum in that hot wet mouth of yours. Drink my cum, baby ... ohhhhhh ... mmmmmmmmm...."
His pelvis bucked wildly on the bed as she continued masturbating him with her mouth and hand. But she did not obey him. Instead she made the sensual torture even more intense!
While Christie and Vic watched in spellbound silence, their mother reached with her free hand underneath the man she was servicing. Within moments her sharp-nailed index finger had found his asshole. The finger dipped in slightly and the fingernail found super-sensitive flesh. The fingernail found it-and began rotating across it.
"How does that feel, baby?" she whispered.
"Does your woman know how to give head?"
The man was so far into another world that he hardly heard her. He was panting loudly as her mouth continued to milk his cockhead, and he gave a little gasp of pure lust every time her nails dug deeper into his ass.
"Make me cum, baby ... please, in your mouth ... make me cum-" He sounded almost like a dying man begging for water.
Suddenly she stopped, pulling her head back.
"No," she said softly, yet firmly. "I want it in my pussy, from behind."
Out in the hallway Vic gave a small, appreciative laugh. "Boy, Mom sure is a tease," he said.
Kneeling below him, Christie gave no sign that she heard and, looking over her shoulder, Vic could see why.
Christie was busy with something else!
The scene in their mother's bedroom was turning her on, all right. It must have been, at least judging from the way the thirteen-year-old girl was breathing and-more importantly-the way her right hand was moving under the folds of her robe. The quick, jerking movements of her wrist left little to the boy's imagination.
Christie was beating off while she watched her mother make love....
In the bedroom Rachel moved from the kneeling position she had assumed while giving head, and lay flat on her belly with her firm, well-shaped ass slightly elevated. Her jet-black hair made a stimulating contrast against the pure whiteness of her smooth back.
The man came up onto his knees on the bed and she reached over and touched his cock, wiggling a fingernail back and forth beneath the sensitive head.
"Come on, daddy," she moaned. "Shoot that beautiful load up into momma. I need it so bad ... give me the fucking of my everlovin' life."
Moving smoothly, his cock still glistening with the moistness of her mouth, he spread her legs and slid between them from behind. Taking his dick in one hand, he guided it toward the waiting cunt.
"Here it comes, beautiful," he said. "Take every inch of it ... and every drop!"
He paused for a moment, rubbing the tip of the cock up and down across the damp lips of her love-hole. Now it was his turn to tease, and he made the most of it. The woman began gasping and thrashing on her belly below him. Her fingers clawed at the sides of the bed with hungry frustrations.
While Vic and Christie watched, the man took their mother's hips and lifted her ass and pulled back, while at the same time pushing his hips forward. His long hard dick slipped smoothly and effortlessly into her waiting, sucking cunt. The guy sank his cock in up to the base. Then his ass muscles tightened and loosened before the youthful voyeurs' eyes as he started slow-fucking Rachel with practiced, expert thrusts.
It was more than young Vic could stand. His sister had the right idea, he reasoned. What else the hell was someone supposed to do in a situation like this, if not beat off?
Reaching into his robe, he brought out his already stiff prick and began teasing himself while the man fucked his mother. The head of his adolescent prick was already slippery with a few drips of cum, and this gave him all the lather he needed.
Without thinking, while he watched the man's hands roam across the smooth, twisting firmness of his mother's flesh, his free hand dropped to his sister's blonde hair, and his fingers entwined themselves in it while he jerked himself off.
In the bedroom, Rachel hunched her ass up even higher than before and pumped it backwards to meet her lover's thrusts. The man wrapped one arm around her stomach to steady her and with the other reached down from in front to touch her pussy. While he humped her, his index finger found her erect clitoris and stroked it back and forth.
It was almost more than Rachel could stand.
"Ohh, lover," she moaned. "Finger me ... fuck me. That's it ... oh, Christ ... I'm coommmmiii-nnngggg!!!!!!"
The entire bed rocked as exploding orgasm after exploding orgasm took hold of the sweaty brunette. As the sensations washed over her she wiggled her ass frantically, trying to milk every ounce of pleasure from the experience. And the guy balling her kept up, thrust for thrust. His hips pounded back and forth, not losing a beat, while his thumb rapidly caressed her clit, leaving his middle finger free to screw in and out of her pussy along with his own throbbing cock.
He was a dynamite lover, there was no doubt about that. He waited until the last ripple of pleasure had coursed through his partner's body-he didn't wait long, only moments-and then, with one final, powerful thrust, his whole body seemed to arch as he gave her every steaming inch of his meat.
"Hold on, baby!" he gasped. "Here it comes-"
And it came! And came, and came!
"Oooooooo...." cried Rachel, as her lover's balls exploded their load up her hot, sucking pussy. "Ooooooo ... uhhhhh ... it feels so goooooooo-ddd!!!!"
She wiggled her ass harder, exercising her vaginal muscles to squeeze every drop of precious cream from his pounding cock. Now it was his turn to almost pass out, and he had to lean forward and grab hold of her ass to keep from tumbling onto the floor.
It was quite a climax to quite a lovemaking session, but it wasn't the only orgasm occurring in the Devins house at that moment. In fact, there was not only one other person coming at that instant, but two others-
"Mmmmpppphhhh!" gasped young Christie.
She was biting her lips, but she could not contain the groan of pleasure as her fingers frantically massaged her aching clit. Her thighs were damp with her love juices-she could not remember ever having been this turned on!-and at last, only an instant after watching her mother erupt, the walls of her tender pussy exploded with release.
Above and behind her, Vic did his best to keep from moaning. There was no doubt about it. He too could not remember ever being this horned up. He had to admit that his mother was one fine-looking fox, and watching her get screwed while he touched his sister-as she beat herself off!-made it impossible for him to keep from coming any longer.
His right hand whipped faster and faster and with one final, potent kick of the pelvis, he too shot his wad. The strong, pink cock in his hand bucked as if it had a life of its own, and the thick globs of white cream shot out, and arched, and splattered hotly into the hair and onto the forehead of the girl kneeling at his feet! At last the roaring flow stopped, and he leaned back against the wall.
He thought for a moment of his sister, and he looked down at her. But he needn't have worried. The "accident" didn't seem to have bothered her in the least. Specks and rivulets of his thick cum were already beginning to run down her forehead, and to streak her face, but Christie didn't seem to mind, or even to notice. Her fingers, although slower than before, were still working her pleasure-trigger, and her eyes were still glued to the two figures on the bed, watching intently, not wanting to miss a detail.
There wasn't much to miss, though. Most of the hot action was over. Rachel lay flat on her stomach now, and her lover lay atop her, his long dick now flaccid and resting like some tired snake between her thighs. The sounds of their ragged, heavy breathing filled the room, seemed, almost, to fill the entire house.
Vic was the first of the children to recover his senses, or at least begin to. His limbs were still weak from his powerful climax as he gave a slight shake to Christie's shoulder and, when she looked up, wordlessly pointed back in the direction of their own bedroom.
Christie nodded her understanding and rose, and they retreated from the scene as soundlessly as they had approached it. Even after they were in their bedroom they didn't speak to each other, but climbed into their beds, turned off their lights and drifted off to sleep without exchanging another word.
CHAPTER TWO
School day mornings usually got off to an early start, but this Friday morning just happened to be a Teacher's Convention day and classes had been postponed. And so Vic and Christie had been allowed by their mother to sleep as late as they wanted to. In other words, both kids knew that they were in no danger of being disturbed, which was just fine with them.
It was fine, because Christie and Vic had things to talk about.
It was a little after eight-thirty, and fresh morning sunlight filled the room from behind thin blue drapes. Both children were sitting in their own beds across from each other. Vic was sitting Indian-style on top of the covers in his pajamas, and Christie, in a lace nightie, was stretched out beneath the sheets.
Although she may have looked comfortable, her voice was troubled.
"I don't know, Vic," she was saying. "When I woke up this morning, I ... I really felt guilty. It ... just didn't seem right, watching Mom like that and ... and doing what we were doing. I felt ... I don't know ... all filthy inside, I guess."
Vic gave her a small grin. "Are you saying my sister is a puritan?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No, of course not. You know better than that. It's just that...."
Her voice faltered. Vic nodded. She was right, of course. He knew damn well she was no puritan. She wasn't even a virgin! She wasn't fuck-crazy-she was a pretty sensible, normal kid, in fact-but she had made the scene with at least two guys he knew of. Still, she was only thirteen, and though Vic was only two years her senior, he sometimes felt as if there were years of experience-or at least sophistication-between them.
"I know," he said. "Maybe it was a little kinky. But you've got to admit, sis, it was a turn-on." He raised his eyebrows in a comical gesture, adding, "And how!!"
Christie couldn't resist a small giggle. "Oh, Vic, you always act so carefree about everything," she said.
He pushed himself up off the bed and came over to sit down on top of the covers beside her.
"Hell, you've got to, Christie. What are you supposed to do? Weigh and balance to death everything you ever do? Not me! I'm not going to walk all over carrying gigantic guilt trips around on my shoulders. It would be different if I ever did something to hurt somebody, but no one was hurt last night, were they? Okay, for sure Mom wouldn't have approved of us being out there, getting our jollies while we watched her get hers. But the point is, she doesn't know we were out of there, and no one was even bothered in the least by us peeking in. And I didn't see you beating a path out of there as soon as you saw what was going on."
"I won't lie," she replied. "You were there ... you know how much it was turning me on." Her face seemed flushed even as she spoke about it.
Vic nodded again. "So there you are," he said. "No one was hurt or even affected by it, and you and I really got to experience something that felt good. As far as I'm concerned, that closes the book on all this moral debate bullshit. I had a blast and so did you, and so did Mom. And if I ever have a chance like we had last night, I'll do the whole thing all over again without even batting an eyelash."
Now it was Christie's turn to flash a grin. "But I'll bet you'll be batting something else," she teased, "and I bet it'll feel a lot better than your eyelash!"
Vic laughed. "Uh oh!" he said. "You've got me dead to rights there. And that reminds me. I owe you an apology."
"Apology?"
"Uh huh. For last night. For what happened ... when I came."
"Oh, you mean when your ... when your cum got in my hair and on my ... my face." Her voice was faltering now, and Vic could see that, just like before, her cheeks seemed to become warm and pink even when she spoke about last night. "Th-that's all right, Vic," she said. "I ... I ... I-"
"Yes, Christie?"
Her eyes dropped down to the blanket. "Well, I ... I just wanted to say that ... well, that you didn't have to feel sorry about what happened ... with your sperm and all, I mean. I ... I kind of enjoyed it."
This surprised Vic, but he kept the surprise to himself. "You did?" he asked.
She nodded, still looking down. "Y-yes. It was ... exciting. You seemed to cum just a moment or two after the man with Mom did, and watching them and ... well, when you came and your cum ran down my cheeks, some of it touched my mouth and I licked it and ... it was so exciting, Vic, that I came all over again! I've ... I've never tasted a man's cum before and ... it was so exciting, I could hardly believe it!"
"You liked the taste of my cum?"
"I loved it. It was so hot and salty and ... and sexy!"
From underneath his pajama bottoms, Vic could feel his cock coming to life; could feel the warmth that began glowing in his balls and spread steadily until it seemed to engulf his entire being.
Unable to stop himself, his right hand reached down and started stroking his hardon, while his left hand reached over to touch his sister's face. She was still looking down, and he touched her chin affectionately and raised her face until their eyes met.
"Christie...." he said softly. "Yes, Vic?"
"Would you ... like to taste my cum again?"
Her eyes clouded. "Wh-what do you mean?"
He didn't answer her directly. While he continued to stroke himself, his left hand left her chin and traveled slowly down her bare throat and across her nightie top, stopping over one of her breasts. He felt her through the thin material, and twicked her nipple with a thumb and index finger. In no time at all the tit-tip was hard and throbbing with a need that confirmed his guesses.
"I mean that we're both still plenty turned on from last night," he said, "and if we want to, and if we're quiet, we can do something about it."
She finally got his drift. "Oh, no, Vic," she said, shaking her head. "No, that would really be wrong."
But the tone of her words was not as certain as the words themselves, and, sensing this, Vic brought his other hand away from his dick and moved it to her free breast. While he continued to tease one nipple with his fingers, he moved his hand back and forth over the other in even half-circles. That nipple, under the warm firm pressure, was soon as hard and needy as the other.
"All right, maybe it would be wrong to really., .to really ball," he admitted. "But ... well, we're all we've got right now, sis, and we do need sex. How about if we just played with each other, and made each other cum?"
For an answer, Christie just relaxed back on the bed as Vic continued playing with her titties.
"Ohhh, Vic," she sighed. "That ... that feels so good. You're right, I do need another cum and ... and after last night, it just wouldn't be the same to have to do it to myself. Ummmmmm . i. mmmmmm ... play with me ... and I'll play with you."
Vic leaned over and dropped one hand from his sister's boob, down under the sheets to the hot box between her spread-eagled legs. His hand effortlessly negotiated the upper band of her nightie panties. Her thirteen-year-old cunt was already damp and hot and throbbing. He began working her clit back and forth with his middle finger.
Letting his tongue lick out and sensuously caress her ear, he whispered softly, "You know what I want, don't you, Christie?"
She nodded, her voice coming out small-sounding and choked with passion. "You ... you want a blowjob. You want me to give you head ... like Mom gave to that man last night."
Vic continued to fingerfuck her as he fondled her breast. "That's right," he said. "Only I don't want you to stop like Mom did, Christie. I want you to give it all to me. I want you to taste my cum again."
His finger left her clit now and, with the use of two more fingers, he evenly stroked and thrust in and out of her steaming, yearning hole. The girl's tongue slipped out from between her dry lips and her hips started to rotate and lift up and down in time to her brother's wrist action.
"I'll do it, Vic," she said softly. "But you've got to ... to get me off too. I need it so bad. IT need you so bad!"
"And I need you, Christie," he replied.
Not taking his fingers from her slick cunt, he removed his hand from the one boob and stood up beside the bed so that his hips were level with her face. Moving his free hand to the front of his pajama pants, he parted them and a moment later his proud erect young pecker burst into view, the slit already sporting a goblet of love-cream in expectation of what was about to take place.
Christie drew in a short breath and could not keep her eyes from widening momentarily at the sight of his cock. She had, understandably enough, never paid an extensive amount of attention to her brother's cock. After all, although they shared a room and she had seen him nude on occasion, he was her brother and, well, a girl, even a sexed-up little girl like Christie, just didn't pay that much attention to the privates of someone in her own family.
But there it was. About eight inches of rock-hard muscle, and the old saying she had overheard one night at a high-school dance-"laying pipe"-suddenly made sense. For a pipe it most certainly was. A pipe of yearning flesh, the vein running along it pounding visibly with need.
Also, this was a new experience in another way for Christie, because she had never sucked dick before. The screwings she had gotten in the past had been hasty, immature-typical teenage kid stuff. But she did have an idea of what was expected of her. Just like she knew boys did, she and her girlfriends exchanged porno paperbacks that they managed to acquire. Sometimes these books were read alone and sometimes in groups. Sometimes they were read for giggles, sometimes to masturbate by, and sometimes to learn from. Some of the books were illustrated with photos, so Christie had seen women giving men head. And of course there had been the scene she had witnessed in her mother's bedroom the night before.
No, Christie had never given head before, but she was willing to give it a try now. And of course the fingerfucking that Vic was giving her twat helped things along too, made her want to please him as much as he was pleasing her.
Right or wrong made no difference to Christie then. She was too caught up in the need throbbing through her body. Her panties were still crumpled around her hips-they had not paused to remove them-and Vic was giving it to her in long, even, circular strokes. She had her legs spread as widely as possible and continued rotating her ass, pumping away and secretly wishing like hell that it were a real cock giving her that pleasure down there.
But then all such thoughts left her as she got down to the business at hand. With one last look at the prick that stared back at her, she opened her mouth, reached up and touched his cock with her hand, and guided it in.
"Oooohhhhhh," moaned her brother. "Ohhh, that's it, Christie. Ohhhhhh....."
As soon as her warm, wet, deep mouth had taken his stiffness in, Vic's fingers began rotating faster in her pussy and she could feel slight pre-orgasmic tremors begin to rattle through her pelvic region. She knew now that when she did cum, it would be something else!!
"My titties," she mumbled around the meat in her mouth. "Play with my titties...."
Vic still had the hand that wasn't screwing her draped across her left boob, but it was as if it had been forgotten with so much else going on. Now he complied with her desire and began kneading the nipple nestled beneath his palm. He worked his fingers too, playing with the whole thing. Christie moaned as she sucked, and this encouraged Vic. He ceased palming the nipple and brought his fingers into play, teasing and pulling at it until it was hard and erect. Then he did this to the other nipple, and then back again. Back and forth his hand moved, the fingers racing and pulling, the palm cupping and squeezing, while all the time he continued to both jerk her off and pump his hips against her face, letting his balls slap her chin as his hard cock dipped in and out of her sucking mouth.
"J-just the tip," he choked around his lust. "Just lick the underside of the tip for a while...."
Without speaking, Christie obeyed. After all, how could she speak with the mouthful she had?
Pulling her head back slightly and bending a bit at the neck, she just kept the pinkish-colored head between her lips, and then her tongue, which she tried to keep hard and stiff, really went into action at a super-quick pace. It wiggled back and forth across the sensitive flesh like some flicking little animal with a life of its own.
But she could only keep it up for a second. With a loud groan Vic thrust his hips forward and buried his cock once again deep in her milking mouth.
"Ahhhhh," he cried. "I can't stand it ... it's too good ... give me deep throat, you little bitch ... suck in every fucking inch!!"
They were into some high-speed sex action now, both of them lost in a whirring, whirling world of feelings and lust. While Christie's hips bucked up madly, the cock between her lips sank in even further than before, as if it were trying to crawl right down her throat and into her stomach! It was throbbing now, and she knew that in another instant her brother would climax, flooding her mouth with his love cream.
It was suddenly very important to her, for some reason she did not really comprehend, that they cum together. She was loving what she was doing to her brother, and she loved what he in turn was doing to her, and she wanted it to be perfect! And it would be perfect if they exploded at the same time!
"Faster!" she mumbled around his pumping dick. "Finger me faster!!"
"Anything, Christie," he moaned. "Just keep sucking, just keep sucking!"
He let his one hand center in on just one of her nipples, and he played with it roughly, pinching and pulling and tweaking it, flipping a finger back and forth across it, loving it with all the attention he could give. With his other hand he picked up the pace with her pussy too. He speeded up, and he plunged in deeper, reaming her as if his wrist were a piston.
Faster, faster, faster he fingered her cunt!
Harder, deeper she sucked his cock!
She closed her legs tightly around his hand and drew up her knees. Her entire body was slick with a thin sheen of sweet-smelling sweat. The sounds of their gasps and moans rang in their ears and excited them further as the pace of their mutual jacking off increased even more until it was at such a level that only one thing was left.
"I'm cummmmiinngggg!!!!" Vic moaned.
"Me too!" cried his sister.
It was all as beautiful as Christie had hoped it would be. Instantaneously she and Vic climaxed.
"Ubbb ... glubbbbb ... oooobbbb," she choked, as his burning-hot sperm blew out from his face-fucking prick.
Just like the night before in the hallway, his sperm was thick and salty, and when he came it seemed to Christie that he was covering every inch of her mouth-top, bottom, and sides-with a heavy coating of the stuff. She swallowed and swallowed as he came and came, but still the stuff exploded into her. She gobbled, and found herself loving the sensation of his cum as it went down her throat.
But this was about the only thought she had. The rest of her being was immersed in pure sensation right then, as Vic touched off her cum trigger and sent her reeling into another world on the force of her incredible orgasm.
Her slim young body jerked and tossed as he continued to tease her. She felt her taut asscheeks tightening and loosening on the damp bedsheet. She twisted onto her side, pumping at his hand, wishing that she could take it into her steaming twat up to the fucking elbow! Vic took his little finger and, for one last special treat, let it slide back and forth across her pink asshole. This brought on a whole new wave of sexual spasms.
"Vic ... Vic ... oh, darling!!!" Christie cried.
She didn't even-realize the word she had used, or the fact that it was her brother who was getting her off the way none of her other love partners ever had. No, there was far too much else to concentrate on just then.
Slowly, her orgasm began to subside, but still she continued to please her brother.
Seeing that the force of his climax was ebbing as well, she released the pecker from her mouth but did not let it go entirely. Holding the rapidly shrinking organ in her hands, she went on licking him some more. Her tongue caressed the entire length and width of his cock. His sperm tasted so good that she didn't want to miss a drop!
At last, with a sigh, she pulled her head back and at the same time Vic let his hands slide from her pussy and boobs. Sinking down on the bed next to her, he too heaved a long, satisfied sigh.
For a long time no one spoke, as they lay listening to the pounding of each other's heartbeats.
Neither one of them could ever remember having felt better....
CHAPTER THREE
It was a long time before the silence in the bedroom was broken by words, and when it was, it was Christie who spoke them.
"That ... that was unbelievable," she said softly.
While Vic was not holding her, it was the next thing to it. They lay side by side on the rumpled bed. The porno novels Christie had read had always seemed to stop right when the couple came, and she'd always wondered what it was like to lay in bed next to someone after things had cooled off a little. Her own sexual experience had not satisfied her curiosity. Once she had been balled in a field on a blanket and, since it had been in a farmer's field, she and the boy had picked up and left as soon as they'd finished, and the other times it had been in the back seats of cars. Hardly what you'd call normal sexual experiences, or even close to it!
Not that you could call eating your own brother normal, she realized, but at least they were lying here together in bed now that they were through and, with the warm afterglow of sex touching her whole body as if she were stretching out in the sun, she found it as pleasurable a sensation, if not more so, as she had ever imagined.
Vic propped himself up on his elbow. He had the same mellowed-out, relaxed air about him, and the corners of his mouth tipped up in a lazy smile.
"I'm glad it was good for you, too, sis," he said. "It was fantastic for me. Where did you learn to do that? You're a fucking Linda Lovelace, for sure!"
Christie smiled back at the compliment. "Thanks, Vic," she said. "And you were good too. It was ... better than it's ever been before. It was better than the times I've balled ... Y-you're so skilled! And it was better than ... than having to masturbate, too." She gave a little giggle. "Kind of ... kind of like the best of two worlds!"
He reached over with a hand and ran it down along her side and across her belly.
"It was a long time coming, Christie," he said. "I'm ... I'm surprised it hasn't happened with us before, living together in the same bedroom like this. It's nothing I ever thought about, but," he added with a grin, "now I wonder why I didn't!"
Christie nodded. "I know. It was great. I ... I know that I should feel guilty, but somehow I just don't!"
"Let's face it," Vic said with a shrug, "we need sex just like anyone else. Maybe even more so, considering how thin the walls are in this place, and how, uh, active Mom is sexually. Most kids our age would be beating off like crazy, day and night. Except that it's different for us." A sexy gleam came into his eyes. "We have each other."
The girl sighed again. "And it was beautiful," she repeated. "It was so good."
Idly, as if to give the impression that it was almost an accident, Vic let his wandering hand smoothly brush over her left nipple. Even as the palm brushed over it, the pink bud seemed to grow hard with want.
"Was it good enough to try again?" the boy asked softly.
His palm brushed over her breast a second time and Christie couldn't restrain a moan. She tried to speak, and found her throat constricted with sexual tension.
"I need more," Vic said. "Here, feel."
He let his fingers encircle her wrist, guiding her hand downward beneath the covers. Her fingers traced a trail down along his thighs and came to a stop at the point between his legs.
"Oh, goodness-" said Christie.
Her fingertips had touched something hard and warm and meaty. With some additional guidance from Vic, her fingers went around the muscular shaft. She moved her hand downward and felt his balls. They were again tight and firm with need. Next she brought her hand upward. His cock was still moist from the mouth-job she had given it and her palm and fingers slid smoothly up its length. At last she came to the head of the human pillar. She gave it a slight squeeze and let her index fingernail brush it lightly.
Now Vic moaned and his hips worked up to meet her wiggling nail.
"Ummmmm," he sighed, closing his eyes. "See what I mean? Ohh, Christie, that feels so good."
Her eyes were slightly confused as she shot him a glance.
"You're horny already?" she asked. His eyes opened and that sexy gleam was still in them.
"Aren't you?" he replied slyly, and let his fingers go to work.
He brought them back up to her nipples first and started palming them. Again Christie closed her eyes and moaned. The titty buds were a bright pink from the attention they'd already gotten that morning, and they arched up now like tasty little cherry candies-twin temples of desire that sent pleasurable tinglings throughout her body.
"Yes, I'm horny," she finally admitted. "And how!"
As the pressure on her pliant young titties increased, she ran her hand up and down the length of his cock, jerking him off.
Vic changed positions slightly and brought his mouth down to where one of his hands had been. Circling the nipple with his lips, he sucked the erect bud up into his mouth. He worked the nipple up and down, up and down, sucking gently at first, and then harder. Her tit was slick with his spit and he shook his head back and forth, sucking and twisting and pulling the sensitive flesh all at the same time.
"Ohhhhhh," sighed his sister. "Oh, I love to have my titties sucked ... ohhhhhh!"
Vic moved his hand down across her quivering tummy and through the curly forest of pubic hair, to her waiting cunt.
His fingertips found it to be already hot and quivering and slick with love juice.
Using two fingers, he rotated them across her stiff little clitoris. The first instant contact was made, she gave a muffled grunt and bucked up wildly, spreading her smooth, tanned legs apart as far as they would go. The sheets beneath her ass were already soaked with pussy cream.
As he continued to work her into a frenzy, she moved her hand more rapidly up and down his pounding rod. Before she had made it with boys, Christie had learned how to jack them off. She knew just how much pressure to use, and when to use it, and when to be slow and sensuous and when to be fast and wicked.
Now she ceased hand-jobbing his shaft and, sensing that he was ready to cream, she just kept jerking up and down across his cockhead.
But then Vic surprised her. He stopped sucking her titty, he ceased palming her other breast, and, while he didn't remove his fingers from her cunt, he did stop his circular fondling of her clit.
"Ohh, no," she panted, her ass still jiggling. "Don't stop now, Vic. Get me off. Please!!"
Her hand was still masturbating him. He grabbed her wrist once again and, biting his lips because it felt so damn good, he forced her to stop.
"No, Christie," he said. "Wait-"
She looked at him. She was so horny that she was practically drooling.
"Wait?" she repeated with mild panic. "How can you say that? Vic, I'm so turned on. You've got to make me cum. You've got to!"
"Hey, hey, slow down," he soothed. "I want you to cum, sis. And I want to cum too."
She reached down for his cock again. "So-"
And again he stopped her. "So what's wrong with ... the real thing?" he asked.
She paused with a jerk. "Wh-what?"
He brought his mouth close to her ear and licked her teasingly before he said, "Let me fuck you, Christie. Let me screw you ... for real."
"Oh, Vic ... I'm not so sure."
Hoping he hadn't made his big move too soon, and seeing what it would take to make her see things his way, Vic went back to stroking her clit and tit at the same time.
"Come on, baby," he said. "Come on, Christie. No one will know."
"But ... I don't ball regularly, Vic," she protested. "I'm not on the pill. Something could happen. But that's okay ... I can still suck you off."
"Shit," her brother cursed. "I know we can't take chances, but I want to fuck you so bad, Christie. Jesus, my own sister is such a goddamn fox!!"
Seeing how much her brother needed her, and secretly very flattered by the fact that her brother found her so attractive, Christie made a decision.
"Would you ... like to fuck me in the ass?" she asked him quietly.
"Christie-"
"I've ... I've seen pictures and read about it," she went on. "You can cum in my ass, Vic. I'll love it. And while you fuck me, you can finger my pussy and ... and get me off that way. How does that sound?"
Vic touched his cock and stroked it. Even the thought of humping his sister dog-fashion was enough to almost make him pop a nut right on the spot.
"Roll over," he said thickly. "I need you so bad, you beautiful bitch."
Vic pulled back the sheets from both of them with a flick of his arm. He got onto his knees. Christie took one last look at his hard erection and rolled over onto her belly.
"Just be careful at first," she asked. "I've never done it this way before."
"I'll be careful, baby," Vic assured her. "Nothing but tender loving care from this boy!"
Once on her tummy, Christie again spread her legs wide. Vic took just a moment before beginning to appreciate the view. Her young ass was firm and well-rounded. From the juncture between her legs the girl's pouting pussy and blonde hairs looked back up at him, arousing him even further.
"Do me, Vic," she moaned. "Start fingering me some more. I love your fingers up my pussy."
Vic reached over and went to work with his fingers. At first he took all four fingers and wiggled the tips back and forth across her cunt lips, top to bottom, for nearly a full minute. Before a few seconds had passed his fingertips were actually dripping with the thirteen-year-old girl's sweet cum juices. The fluttering caresses alone were almost enough to make her explode.
Her young ass was humping up and down in front of his face and she moaned and twisted on the rumpled sheets.
"Go in," she begged. "Oh, please, Vic. Don't tease me anymore. Go in my cunt and fingerfuck me!!"
Now Vic had the little bitch as steaming hot as he wanted her. He slipped his fingers away from her pussy for an instant. They were slick and gooey with the running cream of her desire. He brought his fingers up and caressed the crack between the cheeks of her ass, lubricating her tightly puckered bunghole.
Getting at least the entrance slicked down, he reached down between her legs and resumed screwing her with his hand. He did go into her cunt this time, and in no time-just as he had only a half hour earlier when she'd been blowing him-two of his fingers, acting as a surrogate pecker, were thrusting in and out of her nymphomaniac flesh with well-timed, rapidly increasing strokes.
"Uggghhh ... ohhhhh...." she moaned. "My own brother's fingering me ... ohhhh ... ummmmmmmm!"
As he fingerfucked her, Vic moved between her spread thighs.
"Lift your ass," he instructed, as he grabbed hold of her stomach.
Christie obeyed, and as she hunched her butt up in front of him, Vic had a momentary impression of the scene he'd spied in his mother's bedroom the night before. The man had given it to his mother from behind, too. Sure, he had been pussy-fucking her, not ass-humping, but still....
Vic closed his eyes for a moment as he fingered his sister. A thrill had just rushed through him, and for an instant he couldn't help wishing that it was his mother's fine body that he was getting ready to screw.
Christie Devins was a great-looking piece of goods, there was no way around that at all. But of all the pictures he had looked at and all the real nude girls he had seen thus far in his relatively short life, Vic was sure that he had never seen a foxier chick than his own beautiful mother. Yeah, it'd sure be out of sight, he thought, if it were his mom's fine asshole he was getting ready to fuck instead of Christie's.
Normally, Vic-who was in just about every way a normal kid-would have felt guilty as sin about having such thoughts, but guilt was the farthest thing from his mind now. Now it was all sensation. Beautiful, stimulating, sexual sensations as he temporarily removed his hand from between Christie's legs.
He needed both hands to spread her asscheeks. Using his thumbs, he spread the smooth mounds of hot flesh and looked at his target.
Her asshole seemed to wink back up at him. With her hips jerking in sexual need the way they were, it was a tantalizing, stimulating sight.
"Do it!" Christie urged. "Do it, Vic! Oh my god, this is so exciting. Ohhhhh, please!"
Vic wasted no more time. He reached around with one hand to his sister's mouth.
"Lick my fingers," he said. "Make them slick. This is the hand I've been fingering you with, Christie. Do you want to taste your own pussy?"
The girl was almost beside herself with her frustrated need. She whimpered her assent to Vic's question and gobbled the cunt-slick fingers up to the knuckles. The tangy, delightful taste of her own juices seemed to thrill her to even loftier heights and she gave a short groan of disappointment as he took the hand away.
Before her spit could dry, he took his index finger and made his first probe into the tight, humid orifice. It would be a tight fit, he knew, but-what the hell?-Christie had suggested it, right?
He spent a few seconds lubricating her butthole, but his sister was growing impatient.
"Now!" she begged. "Fuck me now, Vic. I-I want to feel your cream dripping down my legs."
Vic knew better than that. All the girl really wanted was his fingers back on her twat. But that was okay with him. He was about to ass-fuck his first woman, his own sister, and she certainly deserved all the pleasure she could get out of it!
Taking his cock in his right hand and steadying her ass with his left, he moved forward until the head of his dick was kissing the opening of her asshole. He slid the cock up and down to get the feel of the target.
"Ohh, baby," he said. "This is gonna be beautiful. Hang on, here it comes!"
Gently at first, and yet with no more fooling around, he pushed forward. There was a moment when cock rubbed against asshole and nothing seemed to happen, but at last the previously unfucked girl-flesh seemed to yield and about an inch of Vic's prick made its entrance. But that was all. Only about a quarter inch more than the head seemed to go in.
It was a beautiful sensation just the same. Being careful not to cause the girl any pain, Vic pulled out, then Slid back in. Then out, then in again. And then he had to bite his lips and cease for a moment to keep from cumming.
The entire trip was so fucking exquisite! Christie's beautiful white, rounded ass arched up before him, the sound of her panting moans, her tight asshole moistly sucking at the tip of his dick and, most of all, just the very thought of the act-the fact that he was fucking this foxy blonde bitch right up the asshole!
Below and before him, Christie moaned out even louder than before.
"Vic ... please ... please!!"
Vic realized that he was not fulfilling his role in getting it on. He was neglecting his sister's pleasure, and he set about remedying that at once.
He took his right hand and again went down between her parted thighs. His long middle finger diddled into the dripping twat and began working slipped into the dripping twat and began working in and out.
"There, baby," he said lustily. "How does that tight pussy of yours like that?"
Christie's face was buried in the pillow. Her hair was a blonde tangle and her cheeks were red with her horny need. Her fingers clasped and grabbed at the sheets, rumpling them about her as the boy's finger pumped in and out of her.
"I love it!" she almost screamed. "I love the way you finger me, Vic!"
Seeing that she was suitably worked up so that she probably wouldn't notice even if there were a small amount of pain, Vic went back to getting his own rocks off. While he continued to beat her off, he pushed his hips forward once more, easing his pecker back into her shithole.
To his surprise, the cock slid in further this time than it had before. Almost half its length, in fact!
And Christie didn't seem to mind at all. By now her ass was up and she was screwing it around in wild, demanding circles, and Vic knew that if it were possible, it would certainly be his cock, and not just his finger, that his sister would have begged for up that nice twat of hers.
Still trying to be as tender with the sensitive flesh as possible, Vic pulled back one more time, then gave another tentative thrust, and this time was rewarded with his pecker sinking into Christie's rear up to the hilt!
"Ohhhh, it's so hot and tight!" he breathed.
"Ahhhhh, that's it," his sister gasped. "Now fuck me! Fuck my beautiful asshole! Ummmmmm ... I love it, Vic ... I love it love it LOVE IT!!!!"
Now that he was in, Vic began humping her doggy-fashion with everything he had. He fucked her ass, he fingered her cunt, and he reached around and began twisting and teasing the hard nipples of her titties.
What had happened, he realized now, was that there had simply not been enough lubrication when he'd started at her from behind. It was, after all, a virgin asshole as far as humping went. Her pussy cream and spit had simply not been enough at first. But all it had taken had been time, for his own pre-cum drops and the slippery sweat she herself had generated had finally done the trick.
And now he was doing the trick.
Together the children's bodies pumped and humped on the tangled bedsheets in the sunlit room. The smell of turned-on pussy hung heavy in the air.
Vic had a hard time staying up on his knees, but he managed. He was ramming her hot hole with everything he had now, thrusting in deeply and sometimes giving his hip action a little circular jerk to increase the sensations for both of them.
And Christie loved it! She had never told Vic, but she had masturbated many, many times while she fantasized about getting it up the rear, the way she was now. Many times, both at home and in the restroom at school, she had jerked herself to multiple orgasm while with her other hand she'd rammed an index finger in and around the super-sensitive opening. Being screwed this way now was a dream come true, and when she felt her orgasm coming on this time, she knew it would be one of the most powerful of her young life.
"Faster, faster!!" she commanded hoarsely. "I'm getting ready to cum, Vic ... do me faster!!"
Vic obeyed, increasing both the tempo of his pumping finger, and of his screwing cock.
It was a dream come true for him, too. More than once he'd creamed into his sweaty palm while pretending to fuck the ass of some hot chick, and that was exactly what he was doing now, with his kid sister!
Their youthful bodies were slick with sweet-smelling sweat as their fucking grew even more frantic.
Vic was the first to feel it. "Christie ... Christie, baby ... I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGGG!!!!!"
He held for a moment-just a moment!-deep in the depths of her brownish-pink bunghole, and then jerked again madly as his entire being seemed to explode.
"Ohhh, lord, Vic," his sister shouted. "Shoot it up in me, daddy ... OOOHHHH ... FUCK ME ... OH, JESUS ... OOHHHHH...."
Just as they had last night outside their mother's door, and as they had minutes earlier there in their own bedroom, the Devins children came together, their bodies throbbing and thrusting, erupting in an astounding, simultaneous explosion of young lust!
Vic hugged the girl tight as his thick hot cream pumped into her asshole. At the same time, Christie impaled herself onto his fingers as her pussy walls thundered and heaved, gushing cum juices down across his wrist, to drip and stain onto the bedsheets below her upraised ass.
"More ... more," she begged.
Vic could give her no more sperm, but he did slip his finger from her pussy to concentrate more attention on her still erect clitoris.
"Here, baby," he said. "Have a ball!"
Finding the pulsating flesh-bud, he twiddled his middle finger back and forth across it with ever-increasing intensity, until he had the girl on the peak of another sensual wave.
"Vic ... oh, god ... I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGGG AGAIN!!!"
The whole bed seemed to shake beneath them as if it were going to fall over as the second thunderous orgasm took hold of her writhing thirteen-year-old body. She twisted and hunched and jerked, trying to get every last bit of pleasure out of the experience, before at last pitching forward to lay in an exhausted sprawl across the damp sheets. Her breath came in iong, drawn-out drags.
Vic needed a rest, too. His slick, softening cock had already slipped from her butt. With a sigh he also toppled forward, landing lovingly on top of his sister, across her back, between her still-spread thighs. As pussy touched cock, their cum mingled together, making both of their thighs slick and the sheets beneath them damper still.
"I don't believe we just did that," Vic marveled, breathing heavily. "Oh, Christie...."
"Vic, you're an unbelievable lover," she told him, her face still against the pillow. "I-I wish you and I could make love forever. It's ... it's too bad we're brother and sister, Vic. People would never understand."
"People would never have to know," Vic said. "Sooner or later we'll both probably fall in love and find lovers of our own, but for the time being ... well, Christie, if you ask me, this is just too good a thing to let pass. You turn me on as much as you say I do you. There's just something about you, sis, that really flicks this boy's switch!"
"You do turn me on, Vic," Christie said. "But ... it's just Mom. I'm afraid of her finding out."
Lovingly, Vic let his tongue run through his sister's silky hair.
"Don't worry about Mom," he said confidently. "She's busy enough with her own trips. She'll never find out. I'm sure of that."
* * *
But Vic wouldn't have been so sure if he'd had eyes in the back of his head! And Christie wouldn't have believed him if she'd opened her blissfully closed eyes and bothered to take a look over his shoulder....
Rachel Devins closed her children's bedroom door and stepped back into the hallway. She'd heard noises from the bedroom and had first .assumed that the kids had been having a squabble of some sort. In the past when she'd heard fights, there had been occasions when she'd come in and, neither of the kids wanting to get in trouble, both had sworn that they were only playing.
Not that Christie and Vic had any more spats than most children, but Rachel just didn't like the idea of them fibbing to her, so this time when she'd heard the noises, she had snuck up on them and opened the door only an inch or so and had peered in.
At first the scene that greeted her had shocked and angered her. What a horrible, wicked thing for a brother and sister to be doing! Victor was actually making love to his own sister! And not even normal love at that! He was balling the girl in the ass!
It was shocking and disgusting, and she had started in to give them both one hell of a scolding. But then she had had to stop. One of Christie's moans had reached her ears, and Rachel Devins had been touched at that moment by something that made her incapable of action.
The something had been lust, pure and simple. No, there was no way around it.
The sight of the healthy young bodies fucking each other, the sounds of their moans, and the tingling fragrance of pussy and masculine sex-sweat reaching her nostrils, had caused Rachel Devins not only to stop what she had been about to do, but it had turned her on as well!
No, she could not ignore the fact that the lovers she was viewing were her own children, and that gave the whole thing an aura of wickedness, but somehow-Rachel could not explain why-that very wickedness made it all the more stimulating!
She'd stood there for the full amount of time that it had taken her children to get off, and by the time they had collapsed atop one another, Rachel's nipples were erect with need, and the crotch of her panties was soaking wet with love-juice.
Rachel knew what she had to do. She was a highly sexed young woman living without a man, and though her lovers were frequent enough, there were still times when she needed pussy-action, and no stud could be found. It was times like this that the contents of her top dresser drawer came in handy, and it was back to her bedroom and that drawer that she now headed.
She passed Buster, the family's German shepherd, in the hallway on the way to her room. The big healthy animal nudged her outer thigh, indicating that he'd like to be let out to run, but Rachel ignored him. She had other, more pressing matters on her mind just then.
Stepping into her bedroom, she turned and closed the door and then hurried to the dresser. Opening the top drawer, she pawed carelessly beneath the panties that lay folded there until, at the bottom, she had what she wanted-the collection of vibrators and dildoes that brought her satisfaction when no man could be found.
Her temples were pounding now as she took one of the dildoes, a nine-inch, unusually thick orangish/pink model, and flopped herself down onto the bed. Not even bothering with her blouse, she stripped off her jeans and the dripping panties, and immediately began whipping one finger back and forth across her clit, while with the other she worked the imitation cock in and out of her hungry cunny.
The young mother kept her eyes closed as she worked both hands faster and faster in and around her twat. She breathed hard and deeply and her ass jiggled on top of the bed.
Rachel was trying to hold onto a vision until she climaxed-the sweet vision that had so turned her on in the first place, the illicit vision of her own son's lean, healthy cock ramming in and out of her daughter's sucking bunghole.
It had made Rachel so horny....
""OHHHHH ... UMMMPPHHHH ... UUUGGGGHHHH!!" she gasped, as she sunk the dildo all the way in and held it for an instant, then hurried up the pace until she was almost in a frenzy, until the last ounce of lusting pleasure had been drained from her thrashing-about body.
With a long exhalation of breath, she let herself relax and lie there for a while, still idly toying with the cum-slick dildo in her pussy.
Rachel Devins felt very unusual, now that the thundering violence of her self-loving was past.
She wanted to feel shame for herself, and hurt and anger at her children, but she couldn't. The sight she had seen-the stiff, screwing cock; the writhing, sex-starved girl-would not leave her alone, and every time it came to her mind's eye, the tinglings she felt in her nipples and in her pussy far outweighed any of the more rational emotions or reactions she had to what had taken place.
There was no getting around it, she realized. Not only had something happened that she had never thought possible-her own children making love to each other-but, and this really blew her mind, the sight had turned her on incredibly, and would not leave her alone.
Even now, she was getting horny all over again, just thinking about what she had seen. Just thinking about those smooth, hot young bodies!
She took her time masturbating this time. She opened her blouse and fondled her nipples, pinching them and making them hurt the way she liked her lovers to do, while the dildo resumed its work, sliding in and out of her already cum-slick love hole.
That's right, she realized as she continued to jerk herself off. There was no getting around it. Her own children had become sexually stimulating to Rachel Devins and, despite everything she knew to be wrong, she did know this: she had to make love to them!
The very thought caused her to pump the dildo harder in and out of her love-starved twat. She was now kneading and squeezing one whole breast, brutalizing herself towards another hot flash. Visions of boyish, sperm-shooting cocks and virginal pussies raced through her fevered mind.
Yes, yes, she cried to herself as her pussy gushed out another load of juice. She would make love to those innocent, sexy things. She would fuck them and suck them just as they had fucked and sucked each other!
Now only one decision remained.
Which one would she seduce first?
CHAPTER FOUR
When the Devins children finally rose and began dressing, their mother was already gone. She had left a note on the kitchen table telling them that she had gone to the supermarket for the weekly shopping and that she would be back shortly.
"I wonder how long she's been gone," mused Vic as he opened the refrigerator for a bottle of orange juice and poured himself a glass.
Christie sat down at the table and helped herself to an apple.
"I just wonder how much noise we made this morning," she said. "It seemed like we were, uh, really getting into it, know what I mean? I just hope we were a little more quiet than Mom usually is!" She gave a little giggle as she tacked on that last sentence.
Vic sat down across from her. "I don't think we have to worry," he said. "If Mom had heard something, I'm sure we'd have already heard about it. Next time, though, we'll try to be a little more discreet."
As he said this he reached across the table and gave his sister's hand a loving squeeze. Christie returned the squeeze and it felt to both children as if an electrical current were passing between them.
Christie just couldn't believe how much her stud of a brother turned her on, and she pulled her hand back before things got out of hand again-as she sensed they might if she didn't watch herself. And she knew her brother felt the same way about her. She could tell by the way he touched her, and by the look in his eyes; eyes that were even now beginning to indicate a rekindling of the lust that had brought them such pleasure only that morning. Yes, Vic felt for her the same things she felt for him, and it was wonderful.
Wonderful ... and dangerous!
You didn't have to be exactly widely read to understand the curse that incest carried with it. Even people with some of the most liberated sex views found family-loving a little too kinky. But what was a girl to do, Christie reasoned. Here she was, just maturing sexually. Like most kids her age she had an avid interest in investigating the forbidden world of sex. And the more she investigated and the more she learned, the hornier she got. And it wasn't easy for a thirteen-year-old girl to get laid, no matter how many horny guys were walking around out there. At least, it wasn't easy to get laid and stay out of trouble.
So what did she have? She had a pussy that was almost always wet and hungry for a cock, she was thirteen and off limits to all but the most dangerous-minded of men, and that left her with nothing but her fingers to satisfy her. Her fingers, or the fingers of her older brother. His fingers, as well as his tongue and that ultra-beautiful, well-hung cock.
Viewed in this light, it was not difficult at all for Christie to rationalize her emotions towards Vic.
Vic turned her on, he knew her better than anyone else in the world, and he lived right there in the same room with her-what more could any young wet-cunt girl ask for? Christie didn't know, and she was just damn glad that Vic saw things the same way she did. It was bound to make for a very interesting next few years, of that she was certain.
But for now things were going to have to cool down, and with a final squeeze, the girl drew her hand back to her own side of the table.
"Mom didn't mention when she was coming back," she pointed out. "Maybe it would be best if we weren't quite so ... so friendly."
Vic finished his orange juice and stood up. "I guess you're right," he agreed. "Anyway, I think I'll head out for a while. I was supposed to meet Larry and some of the guys down at the schoolyard for some basketball."
He started for the door. Christie stood up and followed him to it.
"Think you'll have enough strength left after this morning?" she asked with wide eyes and an innocent smile.
Vic laughed and reached around to her ass. He gave one of the firm cheeks a loving squeeze.
"If you can give it out, I can take it," he said. "So long, Christie. See you later."
"See you tonight, Vic."
Without thinking, the girl rose slightly on her tiptoes and gave her brother a quick peck on the cheek. Once again the jolt of electrical energy seemed to course through them both, but this time they knew that there was nothing they could do about it and, trading goodbye smiles, Vic let himself out and Christie closed the door behind him.
Tossing away the finished apple that had been her breakfast and rinsing out the glass Vic had used for his juice, she returned to her bedroom and plopped out across the bed. She'd made no plans for the day and had planned on just sort of taking it as it came, doing whatever she felt like doing at the time.
One thing was for sure. She certainly hadn't planned on spending the morning getting screwed by her brother. And now that he had split for the day and the house was deserted and quiet, she felt a sort of washed-out emptiness that just wouldn't go away. She took a few minutes to straighten the room and make the beds, and then she picked up a paperback gothic she'd been reading, but her mind just wouldn't stay with the words lining the page before her. Her mind kept drifting, and it got to be so much work trying to read that at last she just gave it up and put the book aside. Resting her head down on the pillow, she just lay there awhile, vaguely thinking about the things that had happened that morning and the night before, and trying to ignore the persistent warmth that still glowed in her nipples and pussy.
She was like that when she heard her mother come into the kitchen with the groceries. She thought about getting up and going out to help, but somehow she just couldn't seem to muster up the energy. So she just lay there-thinking about nothing but still feeling slightly turned-on-and this was the way she was about ten minutes later when she sensed that she was not alone.
Staying on her stomach but twisting her neck to look over her shoulder, she saw her mother in the hallway with one hand on the doorknob.
"Christie, is it all right if I come in for a minute?" her mother asked.
Tossing the novel onto the floor, Christie rolled over onto her back.
"Of course it's all right, Mom," she replied with a smile. "Come on in. Have a seat."
Rachel Devins crossed the room and sat down on the bed next to her daughter. Christie had a subtle sensation that there was something pretty heavy on her mother's mind; there was an indefineable intensity about her mom that she couldn't quite put her finger on. But the notion quickly passed as Mrs. Devins began speaking.
"It's such a beautiful day out," she said casually. "Don't you have any plans for your day off?"
Whew! It was just my imagination, thought Christie. For a moment there I thought she was going to rap to me about this morning. But it looks like Vic was right. She doesn't suspect a thing, thank goodness.
"Uh, no, I thought I'd just sort of hang out," said Christie. "It's kind of nice to have a weekday off for a change. Exams are coming up and I could use the time to study and, uh, well, I thought I'd maybe just catch up on some junk reading of my own too."
She finished the sentence with a short nod to the gothic novel on the floor, and when she looked back she again sensed the intense look in her parent's eye.
"Christie," her mother said. "IT have something I want to talk to you about."
Uh-oh, thought Christie. Here it comes. Darn it, I knew we made too much noise.
"What is it, Mom?" she asked, trying to keep any trace of nervousness out of her tone.
"It's ... it's about this morning," Rachel said haltingly. "I-I saw what you and Vic were doing, Christie. I heard the sounds and when I came to look I ... I saw the two of you making love."
Christie felt her face grow pink with shame under her mother's eyes. "Mom-" she began.
But Rachel cut her off. "How long has this been going on?" she said.
There was no severe anger in her voice, which surprised Christie somewhat. In fact there seemed to be no anger at all. And this really surprised the girl. Rather than being pissed off at Christie and ready to deal out some harsh punishment for the cardinal sin of sleeping with her brother, Mrs. Devins seemed instead to be fascinated by what she had witnessed between her children.
"We ... we just did it for the first time this morning," Christie said.
"Christie, are you telling me the truth?"
"Oh, I am, Mom. We ... well, I don't quite know what happened, exactly."
"You know that what you did was wrong, don't you?"
Christie tilted up her chin slightly. "I know that some people think it's wrong," she said defiantly. "There's a difference, you know."
"Yes, I know," Rachel replied understanding. "So what you're saying is that you believe it's okay, what you and Vic did."
"I don't see where it could do any harm. We were ... we were just really horny, Mom."
When she said this, Christie thought she saw her mother's nostrils flare slightly, as if she were excited about something, but she didn't think any more about it at the time.
"May I ask ... what you were excited about?"
Rachel said.
"I'd-I'd rather not say," the girl replied. "Now, Christie, I must insist."
"Oh, Mom-"
"Christie...."
Christie gulped. "Well," she said bravely. "Last night Vic and I ... well, we heard you and ... and that dude you brought home with you."
If Rachel was shocked, she did a good job of hiding it. She seemed to Christie to be on only one track. She wasn't interested in scolding the girl at all, and it finally dawned on Chrsitie that she was in no danger from that quarter. That it was lust that she saw in her mother's eyes and heard in her mother's voice.
Christie realized now that her mother was getting really turned on listening to her tell the story.
"You heard Tim and I last night?" Rachel said. Christie nodded. "We heard you ... and we saw you."
"Oh-"
"We'd heard you before and gotten turned on," Christie continued. "But last night ... we just couldn't help ourselves. It sounded so sexy."
"So what did you do, Christie?"
"We ... we climbed out of bed and tiptoed down to your door. We didn't open it, Mom. I swear we didn't. Don't get mad at us for that. It was just that ... the door was already open. I guess you and-Tim, did you say his name was?-must have been in too much of a hurry."
"And what did you see, Christie?"
"We watched while ... you made love."
Mrs. Devins reached a hand over and touched her daughter's bluejeans at the thigh. It was a warm, high-energy touch that Christie found somehow very stimulating.
"I know you watched us make love," she said. "But tell me exactly. Tell me just what you saw."
Any shred of doubt in Christie's mind as to what was happening now was completely dispelled. The touch of her mom's hand on her thigh could not be taken as anything else but sexual. It might even be called a caress.
"We saw you go down on him," Christie said. "We saw you suck his big thick prick."
Her mother's eyes closed for a second, and Rachel's glistening tongue came out and ran quickly over her dried lips. Christie thought she heard her give a soft sigh, or moan, but she wasn't sure.
"And what else?" she asked.
A small smile played over Christie's lips. She was enjoying this. It was an exciting turn-on experience. Here she was, turning her own mother on sexually, just as her mother's hot, fucking body had turned her on last night.
"You sucked him," she went on, "and then he fucked you. He fucked you from behind and you loved it, Mom. You both loved it."
Rachel's hand on Christie's thigh tightened its grip slightly. "And what did you do?" she asked. "You didn't just sit there and ... and watch, did you?"
Christie was really getting into it now. She had connected with Rachel's wavelength and was really starting to feel her pussy grow damp.
"No, we didn't just watch," she said. "We masturbated while you fucked. We masturbated while we watched you, Mom. I was kneeling down fingering my pussy and Vic jerked his load off right in my face."
"It must have been a very exciting experience," Rachel said softly.
Christie nodded and her voice was just as soft. "It was," she replied.
Rachel moved her hand further up her daughter's inner thigh.
"Are you excited now, Christie?"
Christie gave in completely. She spread her legs as Rachel's hand continued its upward course.
"Very," she said. "My pussy is dripping."
At last Rachel's creeping hand reached the crotch of Christie's jeans. Even through the material the woman could feel the searing heat and the suggestive dampness of the young girl's cunny. Using her thumb she caressed the approximate area where Christie's clit would be, and with all of her other fingers she massaged the crotch in strong yet loving motions.
"Your pussy is dripping," she said softly and, continuing with the hand job, she lowered her face onto the pillow beside Christie's and whispered, "Is there anyone you're especially hot for right now, my little angel?"
Christie's hips were rotating. The caresses she was getting were sending lightning streaks of lust to every corner of her system.
"You...." she answered in a choked voice. "I've got the hots for you."
Rachel leaned over an inch and let her tongue flick out across Christie's ear. This, combined with the action going on between her legs, brought Christie's first moan.
"You mean you want to make love with your own mother, Christie?" Rachel asked teasingly.
"Y-yes ... yes, Mom ... I want you to ... to do me ... ohhhhhh! Mmmmmm ... that feels soooo gooood ... ohh, the way you're fingering me ... through the material."
"But Christie," Rachel said, "I'm your mother, and you're my daughter. We're both women. If we do what you want, it would be doubly wrong."
"I don't care," cried Christie. "Just keep on doing what you're doing. Do more. Take my clothes off and ... and ball me. That's what we both want, isn't it?"
Rachel pulled back. "Maybe...." she said softly.
Christie looked at her. "Wh-what do you mean?"
"Feel my titties, Christie. Feel my nipples."
Not needing to be told twice, Christie brought up one hand and tentatively felt her mother's left breast. Through the material of the top, Christie could feel that the nipple was hard and erect. She glided her hand across to the other, and this tit-bud too was hard with desire, as if it were trying to push a hole through the blouse.
"They're hard," Rachel said. "But I'm not as turned on as you are, Christie. If you want us to make love, then you'll have to do more."
All this time Rachel's hands were continuing their tricks at Christie's crotch, putting the girl on a highly sexual cloud. She nodded and swallowed thickly. Her breathing was shallow. All she could think of was those tantalizing fingers only fractions of an inch away from her hot hole-and the fact that it was her own mother who was turning her on!
"Anything...." she gasped. "I'll do anything!"
"T want to see a striptease," Rachel said. "And I do mean a tease. All I've been able to do is think of that foxy body of yours since this morning when I saw you and Vic humping. Now I want to think about it some more while you slide out of those clothes. I want to think about this morning and see you strip at the same time. Will you do that, Christie? Will you do that for your horny mother?"
Christie propped herself up onto her knees and now it was Rachel who reclined full-length on the bed.
"I told you I'd do anything for you," Christie said. "I'm as hot as you are. After last night and this morning, all I can think about is sex."
She stood up and crossed her arms down in front of her to pull the blouse up over her head, but before she could, Rachel reached up from where she lay and grasped her wrist.
"Wait," said the mother. "Wait just a moment. I want to do this right."
While Christie watched in lustful fascination, her mother quickly stripped. She pulled off her blouse and the brassiere she wore, then arched her hips to slide out of her slacks and panties and shoes. But she wasn't done yet. Just as Christie was ready to resume, Rachel gave her one more indication to wait and flipped back the covers of the bed. She flipped them back all the way, so that she was still totally exposed to her daughter. The only difference now was that she lay with one leg bent at the knee and her thighs spread slightly, but with the soft smoothness of her flesh highlighted by the crisp pink sheets beneath her. To Christie, it was a breathtaking sight.
"Geez, Mom," she said, running her eyes up and down Rachel's lovely figure. "You're beautiful. You're a lot sexier than those girls in the men's magazines."
Rachel gave a sensuous, throaty laugh. "And probably a lot hornier too," she said. Keeping her eyes glued to the girl standing before her, she let one of her hands idly drift to a breast and the fingers teased the nipple. "Now, what about that strip? And remember, baby. Plenty of teasing. I like to be teased, okay? Make me even think I'm not going to get it for a minute or two. Treat my pussy right, and mommy'll do things to you that'll blow your everlovin' mind!"
"Oh, I know you will," Christie said, feeling her nipples growing hard. "I know you will!"
She took one last long look at the brunette stretched out naked before her. Even looking at Rachel like that made her temples pound. Her eyes rested an extra moment on her mother's firm titties, and an extra two moments on the pink lips of her pussy.
Christie licked her own lips. She could almost taste her mother's luscious cunt, it looked so damn appetizing! But a deal was a deal. So she pulled the blouse up over her head, tossing it onto the floor across the room.
Like most girls her age-even though her young knockers had begun to bloom-Christie wore no bra, and the cute new titties jiggled teasingly as soon as they were let free from restraint.
From the bed, Rachel moaned. "Ohh, what lovely young breasts!" She squeezed her own breast with one hand, playing with it harder than before, and reached out with the other hand. "Come here, darling. Let mommy suck on those beautiful, hot little nipples."
Christie started to step forward, and then realized that she had been asked to be a tease. She stepped back and arched her back. Spreading her legs wide and planting her feet firmly, she placed her hands on her hips and looked down at her mother defiantly.
"No," she said. "People suck my titties when I want them to, and not before!"
"But, Christie ... angel ... don't you want me to suck your nipples?"
This was really turning the older woman on, Christie could tell. She was squeezing and pinching both of her tits now, and though no attention was being paid to her cunt yet, her hips were already rotating in slight, pumping circles. Christie could see that the pink sheets beneath her mom's ass already had a damp circle of cumstain.
Christie reached up and cupped her own titties. She flicked the nipples with her index fingers.
"Why do I need you to suck my boobs?" she said. "See? I can play with them and turn myself on all I want." She stepped forward and, balancing herself with one knee on the bed next to Rachel, she leaned over so that the fingers running across the titty buds were only inches from her mother's glazed eyes. She flicked the fingers faster and the nipples grew harder. She tugged and twisted the hot little tips, and all the time she kept talking. "See how good it feels, Mother? Do you see how I'm turning myself on? Do you see how I'm looking at your nude body and your wet pussy, and how I'm exciting myself with my own fingers?"
"OOhhhhh, Christie-"
It was more than Rachel could stand. She had to gratify herself. Leaving one hand to fondle and pinch her boobs, just as Christie was doing, she slid the other hand down to between her legs and began fingering herself. "Take off your pants, Christie. Please ... let me see you nude, all the way. You're so beautiful ... ohmigod ... I don't believe this ... my own daughter is making me masturbate while I watch her strip."
"Do you want to see my pussy, Mother?" Christie asked, her voice still teasing.
Even the question seemed to excite Rachel. The fingers dipping in and out of her pussy quickened their pace. Christie could see that they were wet and slick.
"Yes ... yes ... please ... let me see your pussy, darling ... let momma see your beautiful pussy."
"Beg me, Mother. Let me hear you beg me some more."
Rachel's fingers whipped faster.
"Please, Christie, please! Strip for me ... PLEASE!!!"
Christie could tease her mother no longer. In fact, she was dying to strip and get down on the bed with her mother. Watching another woman beat off was an erotic experience, it was true, but it only went so far. Christie wanted to get her rocks off, too!
"All right, Mom," she said. "I'll strip ... I'll show you your daughter's tight hot pussy."
Under Rachel's glazed gaze, Christie unzipped the front of her jeans with maddening slowness. She pulled the zipper down as far as it would go, so that the flap was open, exposing her soft, smooth white belly and just the elastic band of her white panties.
Again she approached the bed. She stood so that her bare tummy and the hint of panties were only inches from her mother's face. She felt a smile twist her lips. She was enjoying playing the temptress.
"Do you want to kiss my stomach, Mother? Do you want to touch your lips and tongue against my flesh?"
"Yes, Christie ... yes."
Her mother leaned forward to kiss the satiny skin, but Christie stepped back. She gave a little laugh.
"Well, you can't-yet!" she snapped. "You can do whatever you want to me when I tell you!"
"Oh, mmmmmm," Rachel moaned, jerking herself off. "This is so ... so wicked."
"And it will get more wicked in a minute," Christie said, and she slowly stripped off her jeans.
Her mother watched fascinated, taking in every inch of her daughter's flawless young flesh as it was unveiled before her. The slowness of Christie's strip just seemed to heighten the pleasure for her. She had asked for a striptease and that's what she was getting. It was slow, it was teasing, and it was incredibly stimulating!
At last the jeans were off and tossed in a corner. Now all that remained was the thin strip of white panties that snugly clung to the girl's hips.
"The panties, Christie," Rachel begged. "I can't stand much more of this ... I'm so hot for you, baby. Oh sweet jesus, Christie. Hurry. I'm going to cum in another second, and I don't want that. I don't want to cum by myself. I want to cum with you. I want to cum with you, baby!"
But Rachel's pleas went unheeded by the foxy young teaser. As her mother watched and continued to diddle, Christie when into a slow, amateurish dance that nonetheless had an aura of raw sexual power to it. She moved and swayed before the bed to her own sensuous rhythm. She placed her hands behind her head and spread her legs as far as they would go. Then she rotated her pan tied hips in slow imitation-fuck motions.
Rachel's eyes were glued to the crotch of her daughter's panties. There was a dot of moisture there that was unmistakable, as was the gentle fragrance that drifted to Rachel's nostrils: the subtle fragrance of aroused pussy.
Christie continued to dance. With her movements, her panties rode slightly downward. A few soft curls of pubic hair became visible over the top, and this was all it took to send Rachel over the brink.
"Aaagggghhhh, I'm cumming!" she screamed. "I'M CUUMMMIIINNNGGGG!!!"
At last she stopped looking at the dancing girl in front of her. Her eyes were clamped shut now as her entire body grew taut for an instant, and then kicked out and bucked as the orgasm exploded within her.
It was something Christie had never seen happen to another woman, and she had to stop her dance to watch. She felt her cunt grow even damper, and her tit-tops grow even harder at the beautifully erotic sight.
Rachel moaned and groaned and twisted about on the sheets like a woman possessed, all the time tweaking her nipples and fingering her pussy and clitoris. It was a multiple orgasm, and when at last she lay still her breath was ragged and shallow and a thin patina of sweat covered her entire body from head to feet.
Finally, she opened her eyes to look back at Christie. They had a dreamy, faraway quality to them, but the glint in them as they sized the thirteen-year-old up and down was still pure sex.
"Thank you, Christie," she said. "That was beautiful. Thank you."
"Mom, I'm sorry you came so fast. I wanted to ... to share it with you."
"Are you still horny, Christie?"
"Oh, yes . yes!"
"Then don't worry about a thing. I've got plenty of cums left in me, though I'm sure they won't be as beautiful as that one. God, girl, you're incredible, the way you picked up on exactly what I needed to get off."
Christie smiled and looked down at the floor. She felt a bit ill at ease. She wasn't quite sure just what was supposed to happen next.
"Th-thanks, Mom," she said.
Rachel patted the sheets alongside her.
"Now why don't you take off those sexy panties of yours and come over here and lie down," she said. "Now it's my turn to give you what you want."
"But, Mom, it won't be half as much fun with you just doing things to me-"
Christie was disappointed. She hadn't known at all what to expect, but she had known it would be great. But now, with her "lover" already laying there with the juices from her orgasm still wet on her fingers....
Rachel patted the bed again. "Now just don't worry, angel," she said lovingly. "You just take off those sexy panties of yours and give mom a shot at that sweet little sugarbowl of yours. Then we'll see how much fun we can still have. How does that sound?"
Christie slid her panties down her thighs and approached the bed. Her mother slid over slightly to make room for her.
"It sounds pretty good," Christie admitted with a grin. "Wh-what should I do first?"
"Just stretch back, baby," Rachel said. "That's it. Stretch back and spread your legs. Ahhhh. Mmmmm, oh, you look so pretty, angel. What a shame. I never knew what a hot little sexpot I had walking around in my very house. Hmmph! If half the dudes I brought home had even seen you, I'd be one horny old wallflower, that's for sure."
Christie reached over and touched her mother's arm. The sensation of feeling another woman's flesh made her tongue almost catch in her throat.
"Mom," she said. "Please ... I'm so horny. Do something to me. Please!"
"Sure, baby. Sure."
The first thing Rachel did was to prop herself up so that she was in a kneeling position beside her daughter. Then she leaned over and gave Christie a long, soulful tongue kiss. Christie responded immediately with a soft moan as their two tongues went into play. At times the tips just grazed each other, and at other times both tongues became stiff, thrusting pieces of warm meat, sliding in and out of each other's wet mouths like two strong cocks fucking two hot cunts.
Rachel's breasts hung loose and swayed. Occasionally they would brush against Christie's titties and whenever the two pairs of nipples would brush across each other, both girls would groan deliciously.
The tongue fucking went on for a long time, and so did the tit-teasing. At last, Rachel also brought her hands into play. She was a woman who loved sex. She knew what turned her on, and she knew how to turn others on. She realized in her mind that she was probably the first really skilled sex partner that Christie had probably ever had, and she wanted to make this one roll in the hay that the writhing, twisting blonde girl on the bed would never forget!
As she continued to kiss Christie, she ran her hands up and down her daughter's sides, barely touching her but letting her fingertips just skim across the ribs and down to the hips and back up again. She did this for a while, until she knew that Christie's senses would all be keened, that the nerve ends were all tingling and waiting, wanting, some more.
And then she gave more. Without warning both hands left the sides and coasted up to her daughter's jiggling boobs. The tips of her fingers fanned across Christie's nipples, then went back down and across her sides and belly, then back up again across the titties.
"OOHHHHHHHHHHHHH," cried Christie. "Ohhhh, I love that, mommy ... ahhhhhh ... MMMMMMMMMM!!"
In her excitement, she almost bit off her mother's probing tongue. Rachel smiled to herself and pulled back. She looked down. Christie's face was flushed with lust. The area around the girl's mouth was slick with their mutual spit, and Christie's tongue was still partially visible between her glistening lips. The girl's tongue was wagging back and forth, as if she were so hot that she hadn't even realized they were no longer soul kissing.
Next, Rachel stopped teasing the titties beneath her and got right down to business. As Christie's breathing grew harder, she cupped the tender jugs in her hands. Without warning, she rapidly flicked both index fingers across the already standing nipples.
"Ahhhhh ... momma ... momma," moaned Christie.
"How's that, baby?" Rachel asked.
"Oh, mommy ... oh, mommy ... ohhh ... OHHHHHH," moaned the girl. "Oh, I love that ... I've never had it like this before."
"I know, baby," Rachel said. "I know. And how about this!"
She leaned over and placed her mouth over one of the mounds. While she continued to finger the other nipple, she turned her mouth into a suctioning vacuum that pulled the nipple up, then released it, then pulled it up again. And each time the nipple was high in her mouth, her tongue would flick over and across it at the same pace that her finger was flicking the other titty.
Christie's legs were spread wide and Rachel could hear her feet beating at the bottom of the bed in sweet frustration. Rachel could also feel her own pussy excreting its sweet-smelling juices. It would soon be time for some real girl-fucking, but for right now she was still enjoying the teasing game.
She sucked the boob up into her mouth again, flicked it, and then she moved to the other tit, repeating the maneuver.
Christie was moaning breathlessly. She ran her fingers through her mother's hair as her titties were being played with.
"Mom ... please," she begged. "My pussy ... make me cum ... fingerfuck me!"
Rachel took a moment to look up from the spit-glistening breast to smile into her daughter's face.
"Not yet, angel. Not yet. There's still a lot you have to feel."
"But I need it-"
"Soon, baby. Soon."
"Mother, please ... MAKE ME CUM!!" Christie begged.
"Soon, Christie," her mother said, and she lowered her face back to the hot titty. "Soon."
But Christie couldn't wait. She needed a finger up her cunt to get her off, and she needed it now. So while her mother continued to suck and toy with her breasts, her hand dipped down across her mother's bare back to the furry mound of her lovenest.
She almost came as she touched herself. Her fingertips found the spongy outer cunt lips and toyed with them.
"Mmmmm," she gasped from the beautiful twin sensation. "Ohhhhhh, suck me, mother ... suck my titties up into your mouth ... suck suck ... harder ... suck my titties harder ... that's it ... UUUUUMMMMMM!!!!!"
Rachel obeyed her daughter's demands and began using her teeth in addition to the sucking and tonguing action. Her teeth nibbled around the sensitive nipples while her tongue continued to graze in maddening circles and her mouth sucked the tits.
Meanwhile, Christie had parted the dripping, pink lips of her fuck-hole and her index finger had found the hot nub of her love-starved clitoris. She began masturbating while her mother licked and nibbled her jugs.
But suddenly Rachel stopped and reached down. She grabbed the young girl's wrist and pulled Christie's hand away from its diddling.
"What are you doing, baby?" she asked. "I told you to wait."
Christie groaned. "I can't! I need it now ... I want to cum ... I need to cum!!"
Rachel smiled. "So ... you're a great little teaser, but you don't like to be teased, is that it?"
"No ... no," Christie panted. "I love to be teased, but ... but I just can't stand it. My whole body's on fire. Please get me off, Mother ... PLEASE!!"
Rachel slid a hand down across Christie's stomach, through the forest of pubic hair, to the lips of her pussy hole. She let the four fingers of her hand flutter, causing even more juices to flow.
"Would you like me to fingerfuck you, Chrsitie?" Rachel asked.
"Oh, yes ... yes ... please."
"Or would you like me to eat you out?"
"Ummmmmmm ... mmmmmmm!!"
The very thought made the girl's hips jiggle with pre-cum tremors.
"Yes!" she cried. "Eat me, Mother. Eat your daughter's hot cunt!"
"Very well, dear," Rachel said, and she added with a glint in her eyes, "I hope you'll like it. I promise to do my best, so hold on!"
She didn't go directly to Christie's pussy, but returned for an instant to her erect nipples. Again her tongue flicked rapidly, sensually, across one and then the other. But only for a moment this time. Then Rachel began easing herself down the length of her daughter's body. All the time the tongue licked out, down along the ribcage, across the smooth flatness of Christie's soft belly, and through the mound of pubic hair until at last the tangy fragrance of aroused cunt tickled Rachel's senses.
Christie spread her legs even wider and reached down to touch both sides of her mother's head, trying to guide that licking tongue and suctioning mouth on an even more direct path to her hole.
"Mommy ... mommy ... eat me ... eat me," she whispered over and over. Her voice was hoarse from moaning.
At last Rachel was right there, with her hungry mouth over the steaming lips of Christie's twat, and Christie spread her legs as far apart as they would go and clasped them around her mom's shoulders. She jammed her pussy even closer into her mom's face. In anticipation of what was to come she reached up and cupped her own breasts, fingering the nipples with a violent backwards-forwards flicking the way her mother had done. She closed her eyes and felt her hips moving, thrilling to the combination of her own sensuous touch, and the feeling of someone about to eat her.
"Now!" she cried. "Oh god, please don't make me wait another second ... tongue fuck me now!!"
She was dying to be brought to orgasm, and she knew instinctively that it would probably be the most powerful cum of her sweet young life!
CHAPTER FIVE
Rachel and Christie were so busy turning each other on that they never even noticed Vic as he stepped into his sister's bedroom, his mouth going agape at the sight that met him. His plans for playing basketball with his friends at the schoolyard had been curtailed when two of the friends had been drafted by their parents to do yardwork. He had strolled home with nothing more special in mind than perhaps some idle TV watching. But that was instantly forgotten at the sight of his mother and sister thrashing about on his sister's bed in the throes of lesbian love.
For an instant or two he just stood and watched, trying to recollect his senses. And with each passing moment, as he got over the shock, he felt his dick growing harder and harder within the confines of his jeans. His eyes were glued to the action on the bed.
And some action it was!
Rachel began her pussy-eating by first flicking her tongue up and down the length of Christie's cunt lips. The bittersweet taste made her own pussy tingle. Slowly but surely she increased the pressure of her tongue, and by now her tongue was lapping up and down, up and down. Slowly and steadily, like a kitten lapping up milk from a saucer.
"Mmmmmmm," moaned Christie. "Mmmmmmm ... that's so beautiful."
Continuing to lap at her cunt, Rachel reached up to fondle the slim blonde girl's boobs. She palmed them in small circles, and was soon doing this in time to the tongue action.
Her tongue was going crazy now, licking in circies, then in an up-down lapping motion, and then flicking hungrily from side to side.
At last Rachel brought her hands away from Christie's tits. Continuing to lick and suck away at the outer lips of the twat, Rachel brought her hands sliding back down to Christie's hips. Then she pulled her head back for a moment.
Rachel smiled. "Hold on, darling," she said. i'm not stopping. I'm just making it better."
"Better? Ohhh-"
This latest sigh was elicited as Rachel brought her hands to Christie's horny pussy. Gently using her thumbs, Rachel parted her cunt lips and there, eager and erect and delicious-looking, throbbed the young girl's clitoris, hard and pink and ready.
Keeping Christie's cunt-lips parted, Rachel lowered her head to the waiting love bud.
"You wanted to cum while I ate your pussy," she told the girl. "Well, hold on, honey. Momma's about to send her little girl into orbit!"
"Mmmmmmm...." sighed Christie in sweet expectation, as she ran her hands through Rachel's long dark hair.
But still Rachel took her time. Puckering her lips, she blew, sending gentle fingers of air across Christie's aching clit. She heard her daughter's sudden intake of breath, and knew the prelude was appreciated. But Christie had waited long enough, she decided. The girl had worked for her next orgasm-and now she was going to get it!
The lips of the pussy spread wide, Rachel slowly stuck out her tongue and the tip of it found the hot button and began lapping and flicking in miniature circles.
Christie's scream at the moment of contact was ear-piercing.
"Aar-'eeee ... ohhh . ... ohhh ... MMMmmmm ... Uggghhhhh!!" she cried, and her young legs wrapped themselves around her mother's neck and shoulders. Her hips began jerking and pumping as delicious pleasure-tremors coursed through her entire body.
Rachel again lifted her face back for a moment. She was grinning confidently from ear to ear. "How's that, darling?" she asked teasingly.
"Lick me faster!" Christie groaned. "That's what I need to make me cum ... lick me faster!"
"Okay, baby. Hold on-"
Rachel knew very well what Christie needed to cum, and she lowered her face to her pussy and got back to work. Her thumb and fingers still had the pussy lips parted, still had the yearning clitoris exposed. She lowered her mouth to the cunt and nibbled for a few seconds with her teeth, then her sex-wise tongue really went into action.
"Ummmmm," cried Christie. "That's it ... eat me ... oh sweet jesus ... eat meeeee!!"
Rachel was through playing around. She flicked her tongue in up-down motions across the clit as fast as the tongue would go. Flick-flick-flick-flick-flick. The brunette showed no mercy-not that any was asked for! Her hot tongue was driving the blonde child crazy.
To Vic, still standing spellbound in the doorway, it was an unbelievably arousing scene. There was his sister, her legs locking his mother's face to her pussy, her hips humping, her eyes clamped shut, her mouth hanging open with small panting noises coming from it, while his mother's fine ass waved in the air, her luxurious, long dark hair spread across the girl's smooth white flesh.
The steamy scent of feminine sex and the wet licking sounds of a pussy being eaten filled the room. A shiny wet cum stain appeared on the front of his jeans around the head of his aroused pecker.
Reaching down to undo his belt, the horny boy began to undress.
But Rachel and Christie were hardly paying attention. Rachel's tongue continued to flick in its up-down motion even faster than before, and the tremors racing through Christie grew even more violent.
"Faster, mommy," she pleaded. "I'm almost there ... faster ... eat me faster ... OHHHHHHH!!!"
At last she reached it. She'd been pushed as far as she could go. The entire world seemed to explode around Christie Devins right then as she at last reached climax-a climax like she'd never experienced before.
"I'M CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!!!" she cried.
Rachel continued to lick and gobble, as the juices from her pulsating, hot twat overflowed into her mother's mouth and down Rachel's chin.
"Mmmmmm, it tastes so good," Rachel sighed, swallowing some of the tangy juice.
Ever so slowly, she relaxed the flicking of her tongue at about the same pace that Christie's body seemed to relax. It was a leisurely retreat from the sexual heavens they had just touched and an occasional spasm would still cause Christie to shudder deliciously even as her mother at last withdrew her tongue from her pussy.-"How was that, angel?" Rachel asked lovingly as she brought a hand up and let her finger idly flick the still-erect left nipple.
Christie took a deep breath. "It was beautiful," she said. "Just beautiful!"
And then another voice joined the conversation as a new weight was added to the bed.
"It sure was beautiful," said Vic. "It was so beautiful, it made me want some!"
Both of the women looked around in surprise, jolted from their mutual rapture, and it was Rachel who spoke first, with a tone that fell somewhere between being startled, being angered, and being a bit confused.
"V-Vic!! Wh-what are you doing here??" she blurted.
"Up until now I've just been watching," the boy replied with a smile. "But like I said, right now I wouldn't mind some good loving myself!"
"Vic, I-I don't know what to say," said Rachel. "You ... you shouldn't have been w-watching."
"Oh, relax, Mom," said Christie. "Everything's out in the open now anyway. And look!"
Pausing for a moment, and still embarrassed and confused, Rachel looked in the direction of her daughter's gaze and the sight there caused her to draw in her breath sharply.
Jutting out from between Vic's legs was the sturdiest, healthiest, horniest cock that Rachel Devins had ever seen, and the sight held her transfixed.
Noticing this, Vic grinned some more and said, "Well, what do you say, Mom? Would you care to try making it a threesome? Christie seems willing."
Rachel just shook her head blankly, saying, "I-I don't know. This whole morning has been so ... so strange. I just don't know what to think."
"Well, I know what to think," Christie said. "I'm horny, and I'm horny for cock. Come on, Mom. We've gone this far. I don't know about you, but I need that hunk of meat between Vic's legs. I need it between my legs!"
Rachel was still unsure. "Well-" she began.
But Vic interrupted her. He moved over to Christie and knelt oetween her spread thighs with a hand on each dimpled knee.
"Well, what do you say, sis?" he asked brightly. "I'm ready, and I think Mom'll get in the mood from watching us before long."
With a delightful squeal, Christie sat up and clasped her hands behind Vic's neck, pulling him down onto the bed on top of her.
"If you want to know the truth," she purred, "I just can't wait to feel you thrust that big beautiful thing up inside of me. Come on, stud brother. Let's get to it!"
With a groan of satisfaction, Vic rested the length of his body on hers and, while Rachel continued to watch, Christie reached down between her brother's legs and found the metal-hard stiffness of his thick prick.
"Ahhh, there it is." she sighed. "I've been wanting to be really fucked by you for so long-"
Rachel felt that she had to say something.
"Children," she began. "Please. This ... this is all wrong. We shouldn't be doing this-"
But she was cut off again, only this time not by words. This time she was cut off by Christie's moan. Christie had slid the head of Vic's dick up and down the still-dripping lips of her cunny and now she had guided the rigid prick into her hot waiting hole, where it sank in up to the balls.
"Ooohhhhhhh," she sighed, wrapping her legs around Vic's. "That's even better than I thought it would be."
Vic rested in her pussy for what seemed like a beautifully long while. Then he lifted up his entire body, almost completely withdrawing from her. He withdrew his stiff cock nearly to the tip of the head. Then Vic lowered his body, and his cock, which was slick and lubricated with his sister's cum-cream, slid in once again, and once again his tight balls brushed lovingly against the slippery cheeks of her ass. Out he came again, again almost all the way. Hold. Slide back in. Out. Hold. Slide. Soon there was a regular, natural rhythm to their fucking, not an intense, frantic screwing, but a slow, deep humping that thrilled them both with tiny pinpoints of desire.
"Yummm," sighed Christie. "That is so goddamn good, big brother!"
"You're beautiful, Christie," Vic told her, not losing his pace. "You deserve good loving!"
And all during this, Rachel continued to lay beside the screwing couple and watch, trying to sort out the confused emotions battering around inside her brain, and trying to reconcile them with the warm glow she felt spreading through her body.
This isn't right, she kept thinking. I'm supposed to be a responsible mother, and yet it's suddenly as if the whole world had gone sex mad. At least her own house seemed to have, which was bad enough!
Almost instantly after Christie had climaxed, and the two had separated, Rachel had begun to feel a tinge of shame creeping up on her. With her sex drive satisfied, the lesbian love she had shared with her daughter had seemed so ... so cheap. So unclean! And now here she was, inches away from the hot, sweaty bodies of her two teenage children, lying naked on the same bed that they were fucking on. It just didn't seem right. It just didn't seem-But then Rachel sensed what was happening to her, and she couldn't even finish the thought. For there was no way around it. She was not only fascinated by her son and daughter screwing before her eyes but it was actually turning her on!
She ran a hand up her side to one of her breasts and the erect nipple almost seared her palm. Her other hand traced a path down to the lips of her cunt and she wasn't surprised at all to find that her twat was wet and horny.
No, there was no way around it, she realized. Any feelings of guilt afterwards were just so much hypocritical bullshit. Because right now she wanted sex. She wanted it in the worst possible way.
And she was going to have it!
Next to her, Vic had picked up the pace of his screwing, and Christie was right there with him, meeting each plunge of his sturdy young dick with an upward lunge of her sensuous young body.
Vic had reached around and held one of his sister's asscheek in each hand. He was pounding her hard now, slamming his dick into her, banging his hips against hers, while he kissed and nuzzled and bit her ears and throat, lancing out with a hard, probing tongue.
They were both moaning and thrashing by now, and the sounds and sights and smells were more than poor Rachel Devins could stand. Vic had been right. She was not only in the mood, she couldn't remember ever having been this hot to trot in her whole frigging life!
She stretched back on the bed beside Christie, with her head on the same pillow as the girl, only a half-inch or so between the two of them. Continuing to play with one of her titties, she began furiously fingering herself with her other hand.
She'd never done anything like this with anyone, much less her own children, and the sensation was truly different from any she'd ever experienced.
There she was, stretched out on the bed with her legs spread as wide as they'd go, jamming the three middle fingers of her right hand in and out of her juicy cunt while, right beside her, her son humped the living shit out of her own daughter.
It was beautiful!
Vic was really screwing Christie now, and Rachel jerked off faster as she glanced over and caught sight of her child's teenage boobs jiggling wildly in time to the balling she was getting.
"That's it, Vic!" Christie cried. "That's it ... fuck my hot cunt, you beautiful well-hung stud! Fuck your sister ... fuck me, baby ... fuck me good!"
Rachel continued hand-jobbing herself as the children humped, but eventually she slowed down and at last brought her dripping fingers away from her twat.
It was beautiful watching the two kids go at it, but it wasn't doing her any good! She'd already jerked herself off to one climax watching Christie, and what she needed now was the real thing. She needed a hot cock up her pussy, too-but there was none around except Vic's, and he was more than busy at the moment.
And that's when, as if in answer to her prayers, a fourth party entered the room.
It was Buster, the family's young German shepherd.
The dog had finally been aroused from a sound sleep in the front area of the house by all the commotion going on in the kids' bedroom.
He loped in, a curious glint in his deep brown eyes, and tilted his head and twitched his black nose as he picked up the scents of human sex. Rachel sat up and watched as the sturdy, healthy animal pranced over to the side of the bed and looked over, centering his attention first on Rachel, and then on the entwined couple at her side. Buster seemed transfixed by the violent rocking of the two bodies as Vic and Christie sped up the pace of their lovemaking even more, rapidly approaching the moment of orgasm.
Rachel's head was now really a whir of ideas and emotions. She couldn't believe at first what she was thinking. But there seemed no other way. Her whole body was burning to be fucked as it never had before. By the time Vic and Christie were done, Vic's dick would be as limp as a washrag and there was no way she could wait for him to get hard again. She needed some pipe laid into her now, for sure, and the thought of cumming right beside her two children, just as they came, was too thrilling a notion to be ignored.
Without further thought, Rachel decided to do just what she wanted to. Hell, all the stops had certainly been pulled out already, right? And what could possibly be wrong with anything that felt as good as what she was now imagining?
She needed to be righteously fucked, it was as simple as that, and if Buster was the only available one to do it, well-so be it.
Moving even closer to Vic and Christie, but twisting onto her side so that her back was to them, Rachel looked down at the dog and patted the sheets beside her invitingly.
"Come on, Buster," she cooed. "Come on, boy. Come on up where the action is."
The shepherd didn't hesitate, but jumped up and landed lightly on the bed beside her. Without any other instructions, he rolled over onto his back with his legs spread wide. He was playful and expectant, as if he hoped to join whatever activity was taking place between these people.
Rachel's body was throbbing with sexual fever by now, and she was more than eager to grant Buster his wish. With a final gulp, she licked her lips and moved over to straddle the dog's waiting body. The shaft of his cock was already partially exposed. Without even thinking about it, she reached down and began massaging it. Buster purred, and the barbed head of his dick swelled in size.
The shaft was pulsating against her palm and Rachel shivered deliciously. Her pussy was still dripping from the moans and groans of the thrashing bodies beside her but now, a bit to her surprise, she was equally excited by the anticipation of having this firm animal organ pounding away inside of her. At first the thought of balling Buster had just been a functional answer to a pressing question. She'd heard about women being fucked by dogs-the same way men fucked some animals, like sheep-and she'd even heard that some women enjoyed it. But, like most people, the thought of her ever having sex with an animal had never even entered her mind. Until now, that is.
And now she found the prospect of being screwed by this healthy, horny animal almost too much to bear.
Beside her, Vic and Christie were so caught up in their own world of lust that they had no idea what was going on only inches away. They were soul kissing now as they fucked, and they had varied their position slightly. Christie's legs were pointing straight up in the air with her knees pressed against the sides of Vic's head.
Vic's incredibly firm prick was hammering in and out of her dripping twat with a vengeance, and while one hand kneaded one of the girl's boobs, paying special attention to the rock-hard nipple, his other hand was busy at her asshole. The middle finger of his right hand had sunk into the steamy trap all the way and was wiggling maddeningly, ever-increasing the girl's sexual pleasure.
"Oh, Vic ... oh, Vic ... oh, oh, ohhhhh," whimpered Christie over and over.
"Take it, you foxy blonde bitch," Vic groaned passionately. "Take every fucking inch!"
And they increased the rhythm of their humping even more, their moans growing louder as well.
Rachel looked back at the dog. She slid her ass back over the tip of the throbbing red cock and felt it caress the red-hot lips of her horny fuck hole.
"Ahhhhh, nice doggy," she sighed. "Good doggy...."
The animal licked her face and neck. He was now definitely aroused sexually, and he groaned as Rachel reached back with her fingers to widen the lips of her twat. Slowly, she eased herself downward. The head of the dog's cock sunk smoothly into the steamy depths oi her cunt. She rotated her ass with expert precision, engulfing every inch of his pulsating organ. She implanted herself on his thick hardness. The juices from her cunt trickled down over the animal's hot red pecker. He whimpered and began to pump his haunches.
She held his head as they fucked, and he continued to lick out at her arms and wrists with his long tongue. The short, rough hairs around the base of his sheath teased and tortured the aching bud of her clit as she sat up as straight as she could to accommodate the full length of his cock.
It was crazy! The craziest sensation Rachel Devins had ever experienced. Getting turned on by all the things she had done that day had been kinky enough, but now this! Actually fucking a dog!
But if it was crazy, it was beautiful too. All reason was forgotten now as she glanced over and let the sight of Vic and Christie steam her up even more. All that mattered now was that there was a good thick cock giving her the same kind of fucking that her daughter was getting, an incredible fucking that she needed more than anything else in the world. And the fact that it was a dog that was giving it to her only seemed to turn her on that much more.
She rolled onto her side now, holding the dog's belly between her thighs so that he wouldn't slip out, and she began bucking her hips in unison with his.
"Ohh, that's it, beautiful puppy," she moaned. "That's it ... ohhhhhhhh, mmmmmmm!!"
Buster was giving it to her with short powerful jabs. She buried her face in the fur between his ears while his teeth and tongue played along her shoulders and neck. She could feel him getting ready to explode, could sense his approaching climax as his haunches jammed harder against her, as his dick rammed deeper and deeper into her. She felt her own breath grow short. She wanted them to cum together!
And they did cum together. Not only Rachel and her dog, but Vic and Christie as well.
As Christie wailed her delight as her pussy walls throbbed with her orgasm, Vic groaned loudly as his tool shot its wad into his sister's hot twat, and Rachel and her lover rode the crest of their sexual wave as well.
Fresh rivulets of sex juice flowed from her pussy as she exploded, dripping down the steaming red meat of the dog's skewering cock. Buster whined and jerked his ass, shoving in as deep as he could go. And at last came the moment she'd been waiting for-Buster's climax!
With an almost human grunt of pure lust, the German shepherd's entire body gave a mighty shudder, and globs of hot jizz gushed deep into the waiting, sucking depths of her lusting flesh, overflowing until the hot goblets of doggy cum actually dripped out onto her thighs and onto the damp, rumpled sheets of her daughter's bed....
CHAPTER SIX
It may be true that some things never change, but other things, like people, do change. That is, they grow and mature. But maybe that old saying is true to a certain extent. For while the years shape us, many of the impulses and needs we develop early in life, during adolescence, will always have more than a little to do with the way we are.
Christie Devins was no exception. Only, these days she wasn't Christie Devins. She was Christie Matthews, married now for all of three months to sturdy, good-looking Matt Matthews, an advertising man three years her senior with one of the younger, more aggressive firms in the city.
It had been six years since that first day when she and her brother and mother had made love in the bedroom she and Vic had shared. And while a lot had changed during those years, a lot, once again, had stayed much the same.
For one thing, that first time of incestuous triple play had not been the last. Not by a long shot. In fact, during the intervening years Rachel and her children had, if nothing else, increased their sexual compatibility. They had grown as close as only regular lovers can grow, and these bonds had actually been strengthened by the fact that they were so closely related. Indeed, once effective, open sexual communication had been established between the three, there seemed to follow a relaxing of many of the other tensions that will exist in any household, especially between brothers and sisters. It got to the point where the Devins household was the mellowest house on the block-and probably in the whole darn city!
Never having known anyone in a similar situation, Rachel Devins-or Vic or Christie for that matter-had no idea how incest affected other families, but for the Devins clan it had worked just fine, bringing them together in a mature, good relationship, both sexually and otherwise, and helping to bring about a firm family solidarity. Certainly there were the normal day-to-day hassles of people being in lousy moods and so on-no one's ever found a way to eliminate those things-but by and large the closeness that the three Devins experienced was one they saw shared by few, if any, of their friends and neighbors.
Naturally, the secret of this bond of mellowness between the Devins was a well-kept mystery, to say the least. The friends and neighbors may have appreciated the results, but they never knew the reasons, and the Devins saw to it that it stayed that way. Rachel and her children were well aware of the popular opinions regarding incest and while she saw very well how incest could royally screw some people up both mentally and emotionally, depending on the circumstances, time had also proven to her that these were not things she had to worry about with her children.
In some ways, as is often the case, the kids were hipper sexually than she was!
But in the intervening six years, she had more than loosened up, and the really great thing, Christie now realized, was that all three of them had not had to sacrifice any "normal" sexual activity outside of their house. No, Rachel still had her dates, although she still hadn't found anyone "steady" to fall in love with yet, and Christie had gotten married and Vic was going to school and living the life of a hippy with a coed up in the mountains.
It was beautiful, really, Christie thought. The three of them had their own lives and loves, plus they had each other. What more could any sexually healty, sexually active person ask for?
Well, that's the way it had been going for six years. All of it kept very top secret, even from the trio's respective mates. About once every week or two mother and children would get together and indulge in some of the wildest sexual combinations imaginable, usually for whole afternoons and evenings at a time. And then, physically washed out, it would be time to take their showers and return to the normal schedules of their lives, until the next time that one of them experienced the familiar, warm need arising in their loins, and called the other two to set up a "date."
Yes, the whole setup had been ideal, thought Christie. She stood now in the bathroom off the bedroom she shared with Matt, brushing her lovely blonde hair. It had been an ideal setup, but now things were about to change. They were to change that very night, in fact, if everything went according to plan.
For that evening, the Devins circle was about to be widened....
Christie continued running the brush through her luxurious hair and a gentle smile of anticipation kissed her full, sexual mouth. Vic had first come up with the idea, nearly two months earlier, and it had taken them up to now to get up the gumption to do what they were going to do. Yes, all in all it promised to be a very exciting evening....
Long ago the three of them had made a vow to each other never to let on to anyone else what they were involved in unless all three gave the okay, and after Vic had made his initial suggestion, it had been quite some time before a final decision had been reached, and then only after all of the various angles involved had been thoroughly talked out, with Vic and Rachel and Christie each expressing their thoughts on the matter.
But at last the decision had been reached, and tonight, if all went well and no one was too freaked out and blew the gig, Christie's Matt and Vic's girlfriend, Debby, were about to be introduced to the joys of group sex.
The ringing of the phone from the front of the apartment broke Christie from her thoughts. The phone rang twice, and she heard Matt answer it. Matt spoke for a minute or so in friendly tones, though Christie couldn't make out the words, and then called out, "Christie, it's your mother! Do you want to call her back?"
Christie put down the hairbrush and crossed through the bedroom to the living room. "No, that's okay," she said as she approached. "I'm all finished in there, honey, in case you wanted to take a shower or anything."
Matt was waiting with the phone in his hand. He was a tall, broad-shouldered guy with thick, shaggy black hair and a deep bronze tan that attested to the many hours each week that he managed to spend working out on the tennis courts near their home.
He gave his young bride a big kiss as he handed her the phone, and padded back through the apartment to their bedroom.
Christie said softly into the phone, "Mom?
How are you doing? Is anything wrong?"
Rachel laughed gently. "No, angel, nothing's wrong here if nothing's wrong there. There's nobody here for there to be anything wrong with, except me, and I'm as horny as ever for that stud husband of yours!" , Christie couldn't help letting go a small giggle. "Oh, Mom, don't talk like that-"
"Why not, it's the truth," Rachel said. "I just wanted to call to make sure that you hadn't started to have second thoughts. I mean after all, what we have in mind is a little on the kinky side."
Christie lowered her voice to a whisper. "Don't worry about anything," she said. "I get hot to trot just thinking about the idea, and I don't think we'll have to worry about Matt. He knew I was a little crazy when he married me. And he's pretty broadminded. I'm not saying he won't be a little surprised, or maybe even a little shocked, but I think he'll be able to get into the swing of things once the idea sinks in. How about Vic's old lady?"
"I just called Vic," Rachel said. "They're getting ready to leave in a few minutes. He says everything looks good from his end too, so keep your fingers crossed. Your old Mom's just sitting here, hot and waiting!"
Christie couldn't help emitting a lusty laugh. "You're something else, Mom," she said. "No one'll ever accuse you of being old-fashioned! Well, hold on. We should be getting there in another hour or so."
"Good, honey. I'll be looking for you."
They said their goodbyes and Christie slipped the phone back onto the receiver. She turned-and almost bumped into Matt, who had just come up right behind her. But judging from Matt's manner, he hadn't heard much of the conversation. Or at least he hadn't picked up what daughter and mother had been talking about.
No, Christie's well-hung old man had something else on his mind!
He stood there before her now, nude, and just like every other time Christie had seen him like this, she couldn't help but momentarily flash on those trim, muscular man-gods she remembered from the old Greek paintings.
He slid his big arms around her and drew her to him, flashing her a wide, loving smile. "Anything wrong?" he asked casually.
"N-no, Matt. Nothing's wrong at all, but you know Mom. She was just making a last minute check to see if we were still coming over tonight. I told her we were on our way."
Matt lowered his mouth to her ear and nudged away a few soft strands of cornsilk hair. "I hope you told her we won't be right over, baby," he whispered huskily, and there was no mistaking the intent beneath his tone.
Christie pulled back slightly with a patient smile on her face. "Now, Matt," she reprimanded teasingly. "We don't have time now-"
Matt stroked the back of her neck with the fingers of one hand, and with the other he slid down the long curve of her back to the rise of her firm asscheeks, pressing her forward. Her hips mashed in against his and his thick, long semi-erect cock pressed through the material of her robe against her pussy and made her gasp.
"Let's make time," he said, and he added to the argument by increasing his pressure on her ass and parting the cheeks slightly through the material with his fingers, letting the longer fingers force the material up and down across her sensitive anal tissue.
This always drove Christie crazy, and right now was no exception.
"Oh, Matt," she moaned. "Ohh, I love it when you finger my ass."
"Do you want more, baby?" he chided lovingly. "I don't know if we have the time-"
"Let's make the time!" she breathed.
The hot knob of his cock was pressing harder and harder against the front of her robe as her response excited him further. His dick was now nearly rock-hard and, even through the material, felt like a burning coal. Christie felt herself come to life down between her legs, felt her pussy grow hot and moist with desire.
"In here," Matt said, and he took her hand and led her across the modernly appointed living room to the wide couch beneath the drawn drapes.
They'd never made love in the living room before, and there was something about it, and the fact that they had to hurry, that turned Christie on even more. By the time they reached the couch her cunt was dripping!
She lay down on her back and Matt followed, making room beside her. Her arms went around him and her long fingers teased with the shaggy strands of hair at the nape of his neck while he expertly undressed her. He slipped one of his hands down to the belted front of her robe, undid the belt, and slipped his hand inside and began palming the smooth nakedness of one of her thighs.
Instinctively, Christie parted her legs for him. Her eyes were closed tightly and pretty soon low purring moans were coming from deep in her throat as he began to teasingly tug the strands of her velvety pussy hair.
"Mmmmm, that's it, daddy," she sighed. "You sure know how to make your woman feel good."
She spread her legs even wider as Matt's fingers dropped another half inch and stroked the lips of her already tumed-on pussy.
"Do you like that, baby?" he whispered as his fingers worked her temperature up another ten degrees.
"Yes, baby," she responded. "Yes ... but do the other thing, too ... with my ass."
"You mean this?"
Knowing what was coming, Christie spread her legs even wider and smoothly arched her hips about an inch off the couch. As she arched, Matt let his hand slide further down between her legs, underneath to the crack of her ass and he began fingering her in small circular motions, sending new electrical shivers through her sensuous system.
On the first night of their honeymoon he had discovered that his wife's asshole was her hot button. She loved it when he fingered her there.
She was loving it now too, and to show him just how much she loved it, she reached down and began stroking his throbbing fuck-muscle. She stroked it lightly, letting her fingers drum gently up and down its length. Occasionally she would twitch one of her fingernails back and forth across the underside of the head, and every time she did this his hips would jerk convulsively and an unconscious moan would gurgle from deep in his throat.
For nearly five minutes the two of them worked each other, building fires and getting even more turned on as they felt the other's excitement build.
Finally, Christie got to the point where she simply couldn't stand another moment of being teased and not being fucked!
"Oh, Matt ... my pussy's all wet ... I can't wait ... I need it now!!"
That was okay with Matt. He'd been pretty well saturated with playing fingerfuck games anyway!
He propped himself up on one knee and slid the robe that was still partially wrapped around her writhing body out from under her, dropping it carelessly to the floor next to the couch. But he didn't get right back down with her. No, he'd long ago come to appreciate the degree to which sex could be heightened by stopping just for an instant and taking one last complete look at the girl you were going to screw, before you screwed her.
And Christie had learned the trick as well, for her eyes slid down the length of his lean body as he paused before her. Her eyes were wide with lust and they drank his nakedness in hungrily. Her mouth opened and her tongue darted out to wet her lips as the trail of her eyes moved downward past his smooth hard belly. She groaned loudly when she came to his totally erect pecker, arching out from the rest of his body like some beautiful lance of flesh that she would gladly impale herself upon.
As for Matt, the sight of this horny young bitch stretched out before him was almost enough to make him cream right then and there, all over that hot, flat belly of hers.
The nipples topping her delicious boobs were hard and standing at attention. He lowered his gaze from them to the soft triangle of her cunt hair and he suddenly had the urge to bury his face in it, to eat his wife out instead of fucking her. Matt Matthews was one of the best tongue-fuck men in the city-plenty of women had told him so-but, no, he decided against licking her off this time. Whenever he went down on her, she liked him to get her off all the way, and there just wasn't enough time for that now, dammit. They'd already made plans for that boring get-together that evening at Christie's mother's place.
At least, Matt Matthews thought it would be a bore.
He reached down and fondled his cock.
"Is my baby ready for some good dicking?" he asked with a smile.
"Oh yes, daddy ... yes."
He slid down beside her again and her arms went around him, the fingernails teasing and prickling the flesh of his back. They kissed long and hotly, their wet tongues spearing into each other's mouths and dueling in frenzied abandon.
Matt slid his hand back down to between her legs. Christie pulled her mouth from his and grunted as his middle finger teased her pussy lips. Fractions of an inch away from his darting fingers, her erect clit throbbed wildly with need.
"Oh, baby ... I thought you said you were going to dick me ... I thought you-"
"Hold on, baby," Matt said. "We're almost there. I just want to make sure you're hot."
"Ummmm, baby ... I'm hot ... I'm hot!"
Matt grinned sexily. "I mean hot enough," he added, as his fingers continued to fly.
"Ohhhhhh, Matt...."
Christie spread her legs as far as she could. Her breath was coming in hot, jerky gasps as her hips began moving up and down, as if trying to capture his middle finger.
At long last, he slipped the demon finger just barely into her cunt. The sudden contact with the outer walls of her twat drove Christie crazy and she almost sat up, groping blindly for his rod.
"Matt. . Matt," she moaned. "I can't wait ... I can't ... stick it to me, lover ... please ... fuck your horny bitch ... I'm dying for it!!!"
By that time, she wasn't the only one! In her heat she had begun jerking her hand up and down across the bud of Matt's cock in frantic, piston-like movements. The young husband pulled her hand away just in time. He'd felt his balls tighten up and had almost shot his wad all over her fist. That would have been a real waste!
Beside him, Christie's whole body was squirming and twisting, as if fed by some electrical current. She arched her back, pushing her heaving, jiggling titties up into his face.
"Okay, baby," he breathed, rolling on top of her. "Here it comes!"
He slid smoothly into place between her legs, running the palm of one of his hands up and down her sweaty inner thighs. One of her legs was actually off the couch now with the foot touching the floor, but neither one seemed to notice or care.
But even this late in the game, Matt continued to tease and torment his beautiful wench....
With the knob of his gigantic dick brushing against her fuck-hole, he leaned up and his mouth went for her tits. He gobbled them loudly, first one, then the other, pulling the pointed, rock-hard cherry tips deeply into his mouth and nibbling them with his teeth.
This really put Christie up into the stratosphere! She worshiped her husband's healthy, meaty cock, and while he licked and sucked her tits, she reached down once again for her favorite plaything, working it in an up-down movement like a pump handle against the slippery, open lips of her dripping pink sugarbowl.
They were both beyond anything save primal, driving lust by now. The blood pounded in their veins as Christie pumped the dick harder and harder against her aching clit. The walls of the living room reverberated with the sounds of their moans and groans.
Matt had chosen his moment well. With sudden swiftness he jammed his hips forward and sunk into her to the hilt. The unexpected quickness of it shocked her with ecstasy and she almost passed out.
"Ohhhhhh!!!!" she gasped. "Oh, it's so big ... Oh yes, Matt, make it good, baby. Make it good for me ... ahhhhhh, mmmmmm!!!"
Matthew smiled to himself confidently and pulled his dick back out about three inches. His wife groaned in fear that he would leave her, then sighed with ecstasy again as she realized that he was through with teasing, that he was just setting a pace.
Soon her slim, sleek hips were moving in rhythm to his as he began working in and out of her with slow, long, even strokes, each thrust going in a little deeper until she could actually feel his cum-filled balls slapping urgently against the cheeks of her ass in time to their sensuously slow fucking.
Bit by bit, Matt increased their rhythm. Faster and faster their slippery, sweat-slick bodies pounded at each other. Christie's cunt was so moist that the room was filled with the swish-swish-swish sound of a hard prick screwing the cunt of a woman ready to explode with orgasm. Christie's clenched fists hammered blindly at Matt's back as he pounded deeper and deeper into her.
"Matt," she cried out. "My titties ... eat my titties ... please ... please."
Matt's breath was hurried and hoarse but he obliged, not losing his pace as he eased up a few notches and grabbed one of her boobs, sucking and biting it with everything he had. The girl's head whipped from side to side, her body twisting and squirming beneath him, going crazy for release.
"How's that, baby?" he groaned.
"Oh, yes ... I love it, Matt ... do it ... do it ... fuck me ... faster ... faster ... fuck me."
And then it was upon her and they both knew it as her legs wrapped around to lock behind him, hugging him like a giant cobra snake. The muscles of her cunny clamped around his prick and milked it, the steaming walls of her box tightening him into her like a fist.
"Oh, god," she screamed. "I'm cuuummm-iiiinnnngggg!!!"
That's what he'd been waiting for. It was Matt's cue to let himself go, too. Suddenly the rocking stopped and they both held still for an instant, buried deeply inside each other's body, savoring that last, beautiful second.
Then it happened!
Matt's cock seemed to grow to twice its size as he found the trigger to her gun. The abrupt, powerful explosion rocked them both. no
"Oh, Christie-" he moaned.
His cock erupted, gushing hot, thick, creamy cum into the depths of her quivering, sucking body. The moment that they reached the peak, the crest of their sexual wave, Matt continued his ramming and pounding, filling her up with the goo of his love until the hot cum overflowed. It gushed from her pussy and bubbled down between the cheeks of her smooth, red ass.
It took nearly a full minute for him to empty his load into her and even then he still had some stiffness left, and Christie made him use it! With a long, drawn-out moan she began rotating and arching her hips again, though not quite as anxiously as before.
Matt continued giving her the little he had even while his cock continued to shrink. For a moment his wife sped up, then tensed and held still, and then the pretty blonde shuddered as she came again, one last lovely time! With a contented purr, she loosened her legs from around him and relaxed back, enjoying the pressure of his weight upon her, the muscles of her pussy still holding him lovingly within her. Matt, too, was content to simply lay there, catching his breath with the woman beneath him.
Christie could still feel his excess cum oozing from her pussy, probably leaving a stain on the couch-but she didn't mind. What was infinitely more important was the secure, warm sensation of being loved that the feeling gave her; loved by a man who, she had to admit, was the best damned pussy-fucker she'd ever have the pleasure to experience in her whole young sex-happy life!
As her mind began drifting, the way a person's mind will in the lazy aftermath of good sex, she found herself wondering how her mother would like Matt's way with a prick; or how her brother Vic's old lady, Debby, would like it, for that matter. The thought was almost enough to make her horny all over again.
Almost ... but not quite. Even a chick like Christie had her limit, and for the time being the young bride was happily, thoroughly fucked out.
She smiled up into her husband's face and brushed her lips across his affectionately.
"That was beautiful, Matt," she sighed. "You're so damned good."
"I couldn't be good without you, angel," he smiled back, returning the kiss. "But, much as I hate to say it, shouldn't we be getting up and take a shower and be on our way over to your mother's?" He grimaced. "I sure wish there was some way we could cancel out on that. I really don't feel like leaving."
Christie kissed him again, and the smile she gave him this time was more than affectionate. There was a saucy knowingness to it that he didn't catch.
"Oh, come on, lazy bones," she grinned. "You come along and I'll bet you anything you have the time of your life."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Twenty-one-year-old Vic Devins steered his beat up Volkswagen van away from the ramshackle mountain cabin he shared with his girlfriend, Debby. The cabin was near the top of Lookout Mountain, about twenty minutes west of Denver. Vic liked it because it was close to the city, so that he and Debby could make the most of the entertainment and shopping a large city has to offer, and yet it was far enough up in the hills as to seem light years away from the pollution and crowds.
Most people were stuck in the city, as Vic would often point out, whereas he had finally gotten it together enough to get that mountain cabin most people only dream of. The cabin wasn't much, to be sure-only three small rooms and when it rained the roof leaked-but it sure as hell beat city dwelling. And it hadn't taken that much to get out, really. Just getting the finances together to do it, and that had been easy enough with both he and Deb working and saving.
Now he was going to school, majoring in English, and working part-time, and Debby was working off and on for one of those rent-a-girl outfits that supplied temporary office help to businesses that needed an occasional extra secretary when one of the regular staff would fall sick or go on vacation.
It was a nice setup, and Vic and his old lady couldn't have been happier. They got along great. They'd met in a class a few semesters ago and had hit it off from the start. They were both bright, intelligent kids from good middle-class backgrounds, and they were both English majors. There were many interests they shared, including books and music. Their tastes were just different enough to add spice to their living together, but alike enough to form a strong common bond.
Vic smiled to himself as the van bumped and jarred along the deeply rutted dirt road. Yes, there were many things he and Debby shared. Debby was a free-thinking, liberated young woman with a healthy sexual appetite-an appetite that more often than not matched Vic's, orgasm for orgasm, no matter how often they balled. And for the time they'd been together, more often than not, they'd balled just about every damn night of the week, and sometimes all night!
Yes, Vic had to admit to himself, he couldn't have found a better bed partner than the girl who now rode at his side. And really, when you thought about it, that was saying a lot. For, if nothing else could be said for Vic Devins, he himself had to admit that he was one horny son of a bitch! He wasn't quite sure just why; it was just the way he was put together. He just loved to fuck, and he loved to fuck a lot. More than most guys, apparently, for more than a few of his former steady chicks had dropped by the wayside. They just hadn't been able to keep up! He'd screw them and then he'd want to screw some more and they'd claim they were too washed out. They'd tell him how great he was, how they loved his staying power but, jesus christ they'd complain, enough is enough already!
So Vic would start looking for a little on the side, and pretty soon the first steady chick would get wind of this and they'd fight and split up, and then it would happen all over again. This cycle had repeated itself over and over again, leaving Vic free to fuck all the broads he wanted, but with no one to "go home to."
Until he met Debby, that is.
Yes, this little girl was just like him. Their libidoes matched as perfectly as his generally hard cock matched her generally moist pussy, which was a very good match indeed. She was always ready for him; in fact, the percentage of fuck sessions that she initiated was also practically equal to those times when he "put the moves" on her. And the really beautiful thing that knocked them both out was the fact that, instead of just wasting them both away, all of this sexual activity seemed in fact to actually heighten their productivity in other areas, such as their schoolwork, or hobbies.
Yes, thought Vic with a smile, Debby was his kind of a woman. He loved her; he loved her dearly. Someday, perhaps, he'd ask her to be his wife, though by unspoken mutual consent the subject had never come up, and probably wouldn't for a long time. Certainly not until their education was completed, at least. And in the meantime ... well, life was just a bowl of cherries, as the lyrics to that old song went. Vic had a good old lady and he never cheated on her-except of course for those once or twice-a-week sessions with his mom and Christie, and he really didn't think that those counted. That was, he often thought wryly, all in the family, and no mate could squabble about family matters!
Or could they?
Well, Vic would know before the night was out. That much was for sure if nothing else was. Yes sir, that night Vic Devins was going to discover just how liberated his girlfriend really was-but he didn't think he'd be disappointed. In fact, he figured he'd be damned surprised if Debby didn't go completely fuck crazy over the whole idea!
He'd suggested the idea-bringing Deb and Christie's husband into their family threesome-some time ago when he'd sensed just the faint, glimmering beginnings of boredom slipping into his sex life with Debby. Shit, no matter how good you were-and he and Debby were both very good in the sack-how could you help but not get a little bored when you humped as much as they did? He still loved Debby with all his heart. If anything, his love for her continued to grow a bit more every day that they lived and shared together. But that didn't have anything to do with physical desires below the belt. And while he didn't in a million years want to screw anybody else, he had decided that a little variety might be nice....
And it wasn't as if the idea had come totally out of left field, either.
Like many steady lovers with strong sex drives and intelligent, fertile minds, Vic and Debby fully incorporated their individual and mutual sex fantasies into their lovemaking, forming imaginary group sex scenes and wild kinky scenes and, in general, giving their submerged "perversions" full rein whenever they damn well felt like it.
If one or both of them saw or met someone during the course of the day who physically turned them on, that evening when they made love they'd imagine the person being there with them, making up wild orgiastic scenes to each other while they fucked towards their climax. A few times-not often, but now and then-Debby had asked that they imagine she was being fucked by Christie's good-looking old man, Matt. And one other time, when Debby and Vic had both been really stoned, Vic had brought Deb to her climax by eating her out, and Debby had cum imagining that it had been Christie who'd been tongue-fucking her!
It had all started to fit into place after that. It had taken a time for Vic to talk his mom and Christie into it, but now they were as hot to trot over the idea as he was and tonight promised to be one hell of an interesting evening, for sure!
He hadn't told Debby yet, or even hinted to her, what he had in mind. To her, this was just a run-of-the-mill get together at his mother's place. The kind of casual social function that happened two or three times a month, where everyone just sat around and chatted and had a few drinks before heading home.
Vic had been tempted to spill the beans to Debby in advance, but every time he'd almost been on the verge of letting her in on his plan, he'd have second thoughts and would decide to keep his lips sealed.
Sure, Debby was a liberated lady. Liberated, that is, in the privacy of their own bedroom. When they were there, anything went, with anyone.
As long as it was a fantasy....
No, just hearing about what Vic had in mind might conceivably been a bit much even for Debby. But Vic was convinced that, presented correctly, the chance to live out some of those sex fantasies would be a hard proposition for Debby to turn down.
He was sure she wouldn't turn it down, and his dick throbbed mildly in his jeans just thinking about it. Tonight promised to be the opening to all sorts of new sexual horizons for Vic Devins and his old lady.
All of these thoughts were rambling through his mind before they'd even gotten off the dirt road. Their cabin was about a mile-and-a-half off the two-lane blacktop that eventually led down the mountain and onto the Interstate, from which it was only about another fifteen minutes or so to where Rachel Devins now resided.
At last Vic pulled onto the blacktop and picked up speed, and for the first time, without having to put most of his attention on the precarious ruts and potholes that had pitted the backraod, he became aware of the subtle vibes of anxiety that Deb seemed to be sending out.
Debby Kenton was twenty years old, and a very foxy young woman. She'd been blessed with a beautifully sculpted face of high cheekbones and a sensuous, full-lipped mouth and clear blue eyes, and the blouse and tight jeans she wore attested to the fullness of her lush, slim-hipped, full-titted beauty. Her midnight-black hair was parted down the middle and worn long, its shimmering length touching to well below her shoulders. She was more than any dude could ask for in the looks department, and even sexier to Vic whenever she spoke in that throaty, husky voice of hers that drove him wild.
But right now she was a little tense. There was something on her mind. Vic had lived with her long enough to know the signs. She was sitting against the opposite window, hugging the door, with her legs crossed and her arms crossed before her-perfect defensive body language, if Vic was any judge-and the fingers of one hand were beating a faint tattoo upon one knee.
Vic slowed the van down a bit and looked across at her.
"Anything wrong, honey?" he asked.
She didn't answer at first. Then, softly, "N-no ... nothing."
He slowed down the van some more. "Come on, babe," he pressed. "If something's bothering you, just let me know. That's simple enough, right?"
She gave a little smile in spite of herself.
"Well, okay," she said. "It's just ... well, it's been a hard day, Vic. That place the agency sent me to today ... yuchh, what a bunch of creeps! They had me running holes in my shoes all day, xeroxing their silly forms .for them. And the copy machine was two flights up from where I was, and they didn't even have an elevator!"
Vic sensed the muscles in the pit of his stomach begin to tighten up.
"Are you saying you'd just as soon call off going over to mom's tonight?" he asked gently.
She nodded, glad that the subject had been brought out. "It would be nice...." she admitted.
Uh-oh, thought Vic. Can't let this happen! Not after all the work that's already gone into what lay ahead.
But he stayed calm.
"I know," he suggested. "Why don't we pull over somewhere along here for a joint before we hit the Interstate? Shit, babe, that lid we picked up last week is some great stuff. It's bound to mellow you out. And if it doesn't," he added, somewhat regretfully, "well, then we can pull around and head back. How does that sound?"
Debby grinned back at him ruefully. "Okay, Vic," she said. "I'm one girl whose arm never has to be twisted to get stoned."
With an inward sigh of relief, Vic kept his eye open and the next time he saw a break in the pines along the road, he pulled off through it. Another few yards and the van was safely obscured from view.
Reaching into a pocket, he came out with a slim joint of expensive Jamacian pot, and within a few more moments its sweetly scent was filling the interior of the van.
"This is good weed," Debby remarked at one point between tokes, but other than that they just smoked in silence, enjoying the stillness around them.
When at last the doobie was finished, Vic tossed the roach out the side window. He leaned back against the seat and sighed heavily. He was very, very stoned, and from the dreamy way Debby sat staring off through the windshield, he guessed that her condition was just as good. The sounds of the breeze rustling the trees and the night insects about them all seemed clearer to both their ears.
Nearly an hour seemed to pass, but Vic was together enough to realize that it was probably only five or ten minutes. At last he looked across at the girl beside him.
"Well?" he asked gently. "What do you say? Should we push on?"
Debby took a moment to answer, and when she returned his gaze there was a dreamy, and yet vaguely excited, look in her eyes.
"Vic...." she said slowly.
"Yes, baby?"
"Let's fuck."
He was taken somewhat by surprise.
"Fuck?" he repeated. "You mean ... here?"
She nodded. "Right here. Right on the floor of the van. I-I really need you, baby. Fuck your baby ... then we'll drive down to your mother's."
At first Vic felt like saying something. Something like, don't worry, lady. You'll get all the screwing you want when we do get to my mother's place. You'll get screwed by me and Matt, just for starters. And by my mom and Christie too, if you're willing-which you probably will be.
But Vic didn't say those things, because the fact of the matter was that he was horny too. He hadn't been, but how can you be sitting next to a good-looking chick like Debby and have her say "let's fuck" and not get more than a little turned on yourself?
Some men might have been able to, but Vic Devins sure as hell wasn't one of them!
He reached over and touched her hand.
"Okay, baby," he said. "If you're sure you want to right here."
She wrapped long, warm, slender fingers around his fingers and guided his hand to one of her breasts, sliding the palm across the nipple. The nipple was stiff and erect and at full attention. Then, with that same dreamy-yet-excited smile on her lips, she slid his hand down beneath her tit, across her belly, and to the junction between her legs. She left his hand at her crotch and closed her legs tight, trapping the hand tightly against the denim material.
"Tell me what you feel," she said softly.
He grinned from ear to ear.
"I feel one hot, wet little cunt," he answered truthfully. "Okay, baby. Let's climb in back and have us some fun!"
The back interior of Vic and Debby's van had served them a number of times as a sort of "home on the road" when they'd gone on occasional cross-country trips. There was a mattress with two pillows, covered by blankets, that they could use for sleeping to save motel expenses-though of course sleeping was at that moment the last thing on either of their minds as they climbed over the seats.
Laying down on the mattress, Vic's arms went immediately around her, pulling her sleek young body against his own. His cock was hard and throbbing, struggling like hell to break loose from the confines of his tight jeans, and it practically dug a hole in Debby's thigh as they entwined their bodies around each other and rolled back and forth.
"Ohhh, Vic," she crooned softly. "I'm so hot ... so goddamn fucking hot!"
Vic flicked out his tongue, let it caress and tease her ear, and then moved his mouth, nibbling and sucking, down along her neck and throat. With one hand he hugged her to him and with the other he began kneading her luscious boobs, playing with them hard at first, squeezing and rotating them against his palm, and then releasing them and just flicking them back and forth with his index finger through the material, feeling the twin peaks poking out from beneath the blouse.
"My cunt, Vic," Debby begged. "Play with my cunt!"
Vic left the titty and obeyed. His open-palmed hand ran down her side, along her rib cage and belly and down to the beautiful damp crotch.
"Like this, baby?" he asked.
Sliding the hand directly over her pussy, he used his middle and index fingers, keeping them together and stiff, and began stroking her hot box through the jeans.
Tremors of pleasure caused Debby's entire body to tremble at the contact. This was one of the things she loved. To be aroused while she was still wearing her clothes. To be almost brought to the point of orgasm!
"Finger me harder!" she cried.
Vic was more than happy to oblige. He loved the way his woman experienced sex.
He rotated his fingers harder, pushing the blue jeans and the panties tight up against her fuck hole in sensuous rotations that drove the foxy bitch wild. And all the time he worked his crotch up and down across her knee, feeling himself getting closer and closer to shooting his rocks off if he wasn't careful.
They were both gasping and moaning, writhing around on the mattress in sexual heat, and they still hadn't even gotten their clothes off!
While he dry-humped Debby, Vic also lowered his face to her bouncing jugs and, without bothering to remove her blouse, he began playing with her nipples with his mouth.
He used only his lips at first. He would reach down and get some of the wispy material between his lips, with the already erect titty tip also encased in the material. Then he would work his lips back and forth as if he were eating something-which, in a way, he was.
First he played with one titty this way, and then with the other. And if the nipples had seemed aroused and hard before, now they were like tiny little pebbles, and Debby was moaning out loud.
Next Vic brought his tongue into play, flicking it in wide, slow circles, and then in fast throttling lashes, across the incredibly aroused flesh. The material of the blouse around the titty area was by now soaked and the nipples pricked through in clear relief.
Vic was a master at building sexual fires in a chick. His fingers were still rubbing away at the hot crotch of her jeans, and now they speeded up even more, moving up just a bit until the material was rubbing in exciting circles right over her throbbing clit.
It was almost more than Debby could stand!
"Ahhhh ... ahhhh ... ogggghhhmmmm," she groaned. "Vic ... I love it ... ahhhhh ... uummmm."
But Vic wasn't done yet. A long way from it! For as he increased the pace of his fingering, he also brought his teeth into play across the nipples. He sucked them high into his mouth, blouse and all. Releasing them slowly, he waited until it seemed as if they would almost escape, and then he would ever so gently gnaw them back and forth, the front teeth gnashing and rotating them, while his tongue continued to flick back and forth.
He did this from tit to tit and back again, repeating the process over and over, and before long Debby had his head in her hands, running her fingers through his hair as her head whipped from side to side on the pillows, her breath coming in shallow heaves of lust now and her wet mouth spewing forth an almost drunken, never-ending litany of aroused, nearly unintelligible fuck talk.
"Ohh, screw ... suck ... fuck ... cunt ... suck ... cock ... eat ... bump ... uhmmmmm ... ohhhhhh ... oh, Vic ... go down on me ... g-g-go down on me, please ... with my jeans still on ... go down between my legs and ... and...."
He knew what she wanted, but sometimes he knew she liked to be teased. He lifted his face from her tits. He was still rubbing her throbbing clit.
"And what, bitch?" he asked.
"You know ... you know...."
"Tell me. I want to hear it. What do you want me to do, Debby. Tell me!"
"Ohh ... ohhhh ... eat me ... eat me ... EAT ME!!!!!"
He sped up his rotating fingers.
"Again," he commanded. "Ask me again. Beg me.
"Oh, Vic ... please ... please ... eat me ... eat my cunt ... ohhh, suck me dry!!"
"Sure, baby," he laughed good-naturedly. "Hang onto your gun ... here it comes!"
With that he lowered himself slowly down the length of her steaming, sweaty body, still not removing a stitch of her clothing.
This was the way they both liked it. They loved to take their time when they balled, sometimes with Debby setting the pace the way she was now, and other times with Vic taking the lead and Debby the willing follower. And the dynamite pot they had smoked made it all that much better. They both felt even the tiniest sensations being magnified to encompass their whole beings. Each caress, each flick of a tongue, seemed to engulf each, of them with new, unbelievable waves of pleasure.
Down slid Vic's head. Debby spread her legs wider for his face to slip between them. Her hands were still guiding his head. She was still moaning.
"Oh, that's it, Vic ... that's it, baby."
Her words and moans grew slightly muffled as he reached his target. His nostrils twitched to the musky, damp scent of her aroused cunt through the material of the blue jeans. The fabric was hot and moist as he buried his face into it.
Bringing his arms down along her sides, he reached beneath her and cupped the flexing muscles of her tight little ass. Pushing her soaked crotch up even tighter against his mouth, he opened his lips widely and pasted them around the material directly covering her cunt. He began sucking in and out, and the sensations this caused in her pulsating twat brought a scream to the girl's lips that seemed to rock the van.
Vic continued squeezing her ass and sucking on her cunt. Debby went into wild twisting gyrations that would have made a stripper blush. The van actually rocked as the powerful orgasm took control of her.
As she bucked, her pussy juices flowed. They soaked through the crotch of the jeans in little goblets. Vic swished his tongue out, licking them up and enjoying their tangy taste.
Finally, the last little shudders subsided and Debby immediately pushed Vic's head back, but only to lift her ass and undo the snaps and zipper to her pants, and to slide them and the wet panties down her long, slim thighs, until they lay in a bunched up heap beside the mattress. Then she looked back at Vic with a glint in her eye.
Vic had already shucked his jeans while she'd been stripping hers. His cock now seemed as hard as a pool cue. It was gigantic and red and throbbing with life, and a small drop of gooey love cream already sparkled expectantly at its tip.
"Okay, daddy," Debby smiled at him. "You made your lady feel so fucking good, now it's your turn to get your rocks off! You name it, Vic. It's all yours."
Vic didn't miss a beat.
"Roll over," he said. "I was holding your ass while I ate you and it felt so good ... that's what I want, baby. I want to fuck that nice tight asshole of yours."
She reached over and stroked his cock for a few moments, letting some of the pre-cum drip off into her palm and between her fingers and down her arm.
"Anything for you, baby," she purred.
Giving the pulsating pecker one last squeeze, and a quick flick of her nails, she eagerly rolled over onto her belly, spreading her knees and arching her proud, firm young ass up toward his dick.
It was a beautiful sight for sure, but Vic was too goddamn horny right then to notice it. He moved forward between her spread thighs and leaned over her slightly. He reached beneath her and started caressing one of her titties, loving the way they hung down and the way the nipple was still erect. He also took two fingers of one hand and took a minute or so to give her pussy a good fingerfuck.
This kept her stirred up, and soon her ass was rotating with lust as his fingers slid in and out of her. But Vic soon stopped and slid his fingers backward and up toward her ass. The fingers were slick and lubricated with Debby's cunt juices now, and Vic used this to rim the brown puckered lips of her tight asshole. After the opening had been lubricated, he slipped the fingers in, moistening and lubricating the tunnel itself.
This done, while the butt hole was still slick and slippery, he grabbed his dick to guide it and brought the head to its goal. He'd fucked Deb a number of times like this before, but always carefully and easily, so as to give himself the pleasure of watching her asscheeks jerk and sweat while he humped away, but at the same time so as not to cause Debby any physical discomfort.
He slid the head of his dick in slowly and it sunk down easily enough. With one hand he reached beneath and grabbed her belly to steady her, and with the other he sought out the lips of her joybox. Spreading them, his middle finger found her aching clit.
His pecker was up her dirt road only about a quarter of an inch but, as usual, he knew what he was doing. His finger wagged around her clit.
"Ohhhhh-" Debby cried out.
The sudden, unexpected contact with her love button was like some beautiful attack to her nervous system, and her ass bucked higher off the mattress as her whole perspiring body seemed to buck up, and as her ass bucked up, it slammed back, and as it slammed back her butt hole impaled itself that much deeper into Vic's stiff, slippery, eager prick.
"Ahhhhhh ... mmmmmm," Vic sighed as he felt himself sinked in up to the hilt.
"Mmmmmmpppfff...." moaned Debby.
Her words were indiscernible because, with her hot ass reared up so high, her face was buried in one of the pillows. Her hands were grasping each side of the mattress on the floor of the van, and her knuckles were white as the lovely tension built within her.
Vic held still for a moment before he even began fucking her, just digging the beautiful humid tightness of her sweaty anal passage. It was like the clasping of some warm, sexual fist around his dick.
"Milk it, baby," he moaned. "Milk me!"
Debby was glad to obey her lover's command. She began tightening and loosening the muscles of her ass, rotating her hips as she did so.
"Ahhh Christ, that's beautiful," gasped Vic.
He moved his hands from her clit and her tit and grabbed her asscheeks. Kneeling to steady himself, he began pumping his pipe-hard prick in and out of her asshole.
To anyone who could have observed the couple, they were a beautiful sight. Debby, on her knees with her fine ass up in the air, was slamming herself back against her lover as he screwed her bunghole. Her groans of lust filled the air, her breasts swayed, her body was slick with dripping sweat. Her hair was a tangled black waterfall hanging down with wild abandon before her face and, as her body rocked under the jackhammer blows from behind, her finger madly diddled away at her dripping joybox.
Vic was running his hands up and down the chick's sleek ass and thighs, banging away in and out of her lovely bung hole with everything he had, his ass muscles flexing and sweaty with the effort. An intense expression of sexual pleasure caused his face to twist and grimace with the effort and the joy of his "work" as his smooth cock slid effortlessly in and out of her.
"Hold on, baby," he cried at last. "Here it comes ... all my cum right up that beautiful asshole!"
"Let me have it, lover," she gasped. "Give me every sweet beautiful drop!"
"Chriiiiiisssttttt ... arrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" he screamed as he let go.
A second beforehand Debby had increased her finger job, and now she too exploded.
"Oh, lord," she grunted. "I'm ... I'm cumming again!!"
They locked tightly as their bodies rocked and heaved with mutual climax, Vic's tight balls exploding their steaming, thick gooey load deep into her as the walls of her cunt surged and quivered, rivulets of girl-cum dripping and sliding down the arm that was working at her pussy.
Her ass continued to churn and milk his throbbing meat until every last precious drop of his cream had imbedded itself in her ass.
Then, by mutual consent, with mutual sighs, while the shivers and shudders of their cumming together still rippled through both their young bodies, the two kids slid sideways onto the mattress onto their sides, with Vic behind Debby, and with their bodies curved lovingly together.
They were silent for a moment as their heavy breathing slowly returned to normal and their hearts resumed their regular beat. Vic always enjoyed Debby's sweetish smell after they fucked and his shrinking cock gave one last shudder of life as his nostrils twitched with pleasure. He flicked out along the back of her neck with his tongue, enjoying the wet salty taste.
"Beautiful," he said with a sigh. "I don't know how many times we've balled, baby, but you get better every goddamn time."
A purr came from deep in her throat as she stretched against him.
"You're pretty fucking good yourself, angel," she said. "Oooooh, but that was sweet."
He grinned. "Mark it up to the good dope."
She rolled over then and snuggled into his arms with a bright, warm smile on her face.
"Dope, shit," she said lovingly. "I mark it all up to that big, beautiful cock of yours, and the way you know how to use it!"
He slid his hand down along her back and gave one of her asscheeks a squeeze. "Thanks, baby," he said. "But it takes two, you know."
"Oh, Vic, it was so fine."
"It sure was, lady," he agreed. "But right now-and I hate to say it-we should probably be getting our shit together and heading down into town. My mom's waiting, and by now she's probably worried."
Probably worried that she won't get a chance tonight to get her tongue and her fingers in that hot little twat of yours, he felt like adding, but of course he was wise enough to keep his mouth shut on that score.
Debby gave a frown. "Oh, Vic, do we have to? I feel so good and mellow now."
"Please, baby," he pressed. "You know how Mom is. She'd be disappointed. And we won't have to stay that long ... if we don't like what's going on."
"What do you mean, Vic? Is something special supposed to happen tonight?"
"N-no, baby. Of course not. I just mean if ... if we get bored. But we should at least put in an appearance since we were invited, right?"
She sighed and kissed him, then started reaching for her jeans and panties.
"Well, okay," she said finally. "But I would like to do another joint on the way down."
"Sure, honey," Vic agreed. "Anything to keep the peace," and he began reaching for his own things.
Ten minutes later they were back on the highway, heading down Lookout Mountain towards Denver, and towards what Vic hoped would be one of the wildest, fuckingest nights of either his or Debby's young life.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was dark when Vic and Debby pulled up at the curb in front of Rachel Devins' home, but Rachel had left the front porch light on, and a more homey, welcoming scene could not have been imagined. It occurred to Vic, as they finished their second joint of the evening and got out and walked up the front walk to the house, how very deceiving looks could sometimes be.
The front door had been left open and the sounds of polite, familiar conversation drifted out to them from the living room as they approached. So Christie and Matt had already arrived. Good, thought Vic. That would mean they wouldn't have to sit around waiting. It had been nearly a half hour since he and Debby had balled up on the mountain, and he was starting to feel that old familiar warmth in his cock and nuts already, partly from the pot and partly from his horny expectations.
He held the screen door open for Debby and they let themselves in. Sure enough, there sat Christie and Matt side by side on a couch and across from them sat Rachel. They were all sipping drinks, and they interrupted their conversation at the appearance of the new arrivals.
"Well, you made it," Rachel said happily, and it was obvious that she was a little drunk, and maybe a little stoned as well. "We were starting to wonder if maybe you'd forgotten about our little ... get-together."
Out of the corner of his eye, Vic was watching Debby. A movie projector and a screen had been set up in the middle of the living room, and at the sight of it Debby gave a slight grimace that Vic was sure only he caught. He had to grin at that.
She's probably expecting a boring night of home movies, he thought with a chuckle. Ahh, if only she knew....
To his mother, he said, "Oh, we just got a little tied up, Mom. Sorry. I guess we should have called, but you know your thoughtless son!"
Rachel gave a big smile and motioned them to the long, wide couch where Christie and Matt were sitting, where there was still plenty of room.
"That's all right," she laughed merrily. "I'm used to it after having brought you up for close to twenty-two years now." And as Vic and Debby were seated, she added, "As you can see, we're already pretty well ahead of you kids in the drink department. How about something for yourselves? Debby? Vic?"
Debby couldn't restrain a wide smile at Mrs. Devins good-naturedness. She really liked Vic's mother, and while she and Vic certainly weren't in any hurry to tie any knots, she had always looked forward to one day becoming a real member of the Devins family.
"Oh, thanks, Rachel," she said. "I'll have a whiskey and soda, if that's okay."
"Of course it's okay," Rachel grinned. "Vic?"
"I'll have the same, Mom," he said, "here, let me help you," and mother and son walked off into the kitchen.
They spent a few moments in silence once they reached the kitchen as Vic got down the glasses and his mother fixed the drinks. Rachel Devins wore a sheer light-colored silk blouse and nothing underneath. Her nipples poked through. It could have been just the friction of the fabric against the sensitive flesh, Vic knew. It could have been, that is.
But Vic also knew it wasn't that. He knew it was a lot more.
When the drinks were almost ready, and as Rachel was screwing the cap back on the bottle, Vic slyly slid up behind her and pressed himself against her. His hard cock pushing out from beneath his jeans pulsated between the cheeks of her ass under the stylish slacks she wore, and his hands came up and cupped both of his mother's lush, firm titties, giving them sensuous squeezes.
At first she wiggled a little bit. "Vic ... baby ... don't, honey. What if someone should come in?"
The breathiness of her voice told him all he needed to know. He flicked the nipples back and forth with his thumbs.
"Nobody'll come in," he whispered into her ear from behind. "I can hear them talking." He gave a little chuckle. "You're hornier than hell, aren't you?"
With a sigh, she relaxed and leaned back against him. "I'm on fire," she admitted. "Oh, Vic, I'm so turned on. I've been dying waiting for you to get here. You and Debby look so good, and Christie's pussy is dripping-she told me so-and that damn Matt's cock is bulging out the front of his slacks like a lead pipe and he isn't even turned on yet!"
Vic nuzzled his mother from behind, continuing to play with her titties. "It should be an exciting evening," he agreed. "Did you get the right films?"
"You bet I did, and are they beauties. Wait'll you see them!"
Vic gave a little laugh. "You are awfully turned on, Mom," he said. "Which one of us would you like to get at first?"
Rachel was so excited, she had trouble speaking. "Ohh, God, Vic," she moaned. "Debby looks so fine. I ... I can't wait to go down on her and eat her out!"
Vic smiled and palmed his mother's nipples a little harder than before. "She tastes as good as she looks," he teased. "We parked on the way down here. I gave her a good sucking!"
"Ohhhhhh, Vic...."
Vic had just been playing a little teasing game with his mother, but now it seemed to him that she was actually in danger of cumming right there on the spot, without her cunt even being touched. And he wanted to save Rachel's first orgasm of the night for when the real fucking and sucking began. So he pulled back from his mother and reached around for the drinks.
"Come on, Mom," he suggested. "Let's get back and cool off before we're missed."
Rachel joined him heading for the door, but there was a sly smile touching her lips as she whispered close to his ear, "Cool off, shit. Let's get things rolling, but fast!"
Vic had to give an appreciative laugh at that, and he had to admit also that it did seem like a good idea! Together, with wide smiles on their faces, they strolled out into the living room. The other three were still sitting on the couch. Matt sat on one end, then Christie, then Debby. Vic came over and handed a drink to his girlfriend, then sat cross-legged on the floor at her feet. Rachel took a seat behind the projector, putting her close to Matt.
Soft rock music by Fleetwood Mac drifted out from the stereo speakers. The mood of the room was lazy and relaxed and friendly.
"Well, Mom, what's with the projector?" Christie asked, supposedly very innocently. "You're not going to bore us with home movies, are you?"
"Oh, come on, Christie," Rachel replied. "You know our movies aren't boring. Why, I thought since we were all getting together tonight that Matt and Debby might like to see some of those films we made when we went to the Grand Canyon a few years ago. I just started thinking about them the other day, and I got so nostalgic...."
She let the sentence drop, waiting for someone else to pick up on it and maybe offer a little encouragement.
It was Matt who played the good son-in-law. "Sure, I'd like to see them," he said with all enthusiasm he could muster. "Is that the reel that's on the projector now?"
"It sure is," said Rachel, beaming. "Debby, honey, would you catch the lights, please, and we can get started."
With a subtle glance at Vic that seemed to say, in a good-natured way, Whew! I'm glad we got stoned-this could prove to be quite an ordeal, Debby did as she was asked. The room fell into darkness and immediately the projector began whirring. A square of bright whiteness appeared on the screen as Debby plopped back onto the couch next to Christie. An instant later the first frames of the movie on the projector came into focus.
But it was not the Grand Canyon! Not by a long shot!
At first, no one seemed to be quite sure just what it was!
The first scene of the movie was innocent enough. Two couples sat in a living room sipping drinks. Off to the left of the screen a champagne bottle was in a bucket of ice and all of the people-young, handsome men and women-seemed in mellow, good spirits.
Once the scene was set, it didn't take long for the action to begin. One of the men leaned forward and spoke to the others as if he were making a suggestion. The three listened, and looked at each other and seemed to nod their agreement. Then they put their glasses down and the two girls stood up and changed places, each with the other's man. One of the girls sat on a guy's lap. They began necking torridly, and her long, slim fingers caressed him through his slacks. The other two began necking also, and here it was the man who seemed to be making the initial moves. He slid a hand underneath the chick's blouse and began handling her huge, firm titties, hidden from view by the material. From the look on the girl's face, she was loving it, and there was a lot more to come....
But that's when Rachel flicked off the projector, and the room again pitched itself into blackness until Vic flicked a small lamp beside the couch.
A stunned silence was heavy in the atmosphere.
"What was that?" Vic asked his mother with mock incredulity.
Matt gave an earthy, good-natured chuckle. "It sure wasn't like any home movie I've ever seen before," he kidded.
Debby, stoned as she was, was a little bit dazed. "It ... it looked like a porn film," she said haltingly.
Christie gave a lewd giggle. "Why, Mom, you sly devil you," she teased. "Exposing your children to lewd sexual material like that! What would the PTA say?"
Rachel seemed to be all flustered as she rewound the film, slipped it to the floor, and picked up another cannister to replace it.
"I'm ... I'm terribly sorry, kids," she gushed. "I ... I don't know how that happened. I have this ... this friend and ... well, sometimes he and I ... well, you know, we watch these things for a kick but ... uh ... I guess they just must have gotten mixed in with some of the others. I hope I didn't freak anybody out...." She looked around for some response.
"It didn't freak me out," Christie replied in high good humor. "In fact, it turned me on a little!"
Beside her, Matt laughed and slid a hand onto her thigh, giving it a squeeze. "That's my old lady," he grinned. "Hot as a firecracker, as usual."
Still sitting cross-legged on the floor, Vic gave a shrug. "Nothing wrong with a good porn flick," he said lightly. "I'll even take one over the Grand Canyon." He looked up and over his shoulder at Debby. "How about you, babe? You weren't grossed out by that, were you?"
"Uh, no," the girl replied, reaching over and touching his shoulder. "N-not at all...."
Vic smiled inwardly. Her touch had told him a lot, as had the faltering quality of her voice. Her touch, and the slight squeeze she gave him said that she had been affected by the brief, tantalizing bit of footage. Her fingers felt warm through the material of his shirt, and Vic knew his chick well enough to know that the flick had made her a little bit horny, which was just great. Just beautiful.
Things were moving along right on schedule.
"Well, I think I can promise that this one will be a bit more of what you'd expect," Rachel said, as she finished threading the new reel of film into the projector. "Vic, would you catch the light again, please?"
Vic pulled merrily to his feet, tripped the switch, then sat back down to take a sip of his drink and glue his eyes to the screen. This was to be it. He was anxious to see which way the night would go.
Again the frame of white illuminated the screen and the room as the leader of the film ran through the projector. And then the second movie began-and it didn't take even a minute to ascertain that another "mistake" had been made, because this film even had a title!
The words Drugged and Fucked, crudely lettered, suddenly appeared before them.
"Ooops, another mistake, Mom," Vic laughed.
"Oh, my God," gasped Rachel, right on cue. "Vic ... Vic, turn on the lights! I'll get it, kids. I'm sorry, this is just some terrible mistake-"
But before she could reach for the knob to turn the movie off, Christie spoke up, "Awww, come on, Mom, as long as it's running, let's watch it! I'm kind of turned on by it ... how about you guys?"
Matt gave a shrug. "Well, I guess so," he said. "It's okay by me to let it run-"
"Okay by me too," Vic said, and he cast another glance at Debby. "How about you, lady?"
Debby didn't even take her eyes off the screen. It was as if, it occurred to Vic, she had never, in her young days, seen a real porno film before. Not only that, but it was really appearing to turn her on!
Better and better, he thought. The final hurdle has been bridged! Take a room full of frank, up-front people, get them high on good pot and good booze, and show them a good, erotic movie. What more could you ask for to turn it into a lovely night of screwing and sucking?
No one spoke for the next few minutes, as all eyes watched the film.
The opening scene was set in a doctor's office, in the waiting room. Two or three people sat on couches and chairs, idly paging through copies of old magazines. Then the door to the examining room opened and a nurse appeared. She was a well-built blonde girl, with curves that seemed to be straining to break free from the starched white uniform she wore. She held the door open and a slim young girl came out. Then the nurse looked at the waiting patients and spoke to one of them.
The one she spoke to stood up and came forward. She was shapely brunette in her mid-twenties whose style and clothes attested to her wealth and position in life. She had a haughty, sexy-but-above-approach air to her, and she didn't even look at the nurse as she passed through the doorway. The nurse closed the door behind her, joining her in the room.
The next shot opened up on the doctor sitting at his desk in the examining room, jotting down some notes on a form. He was a youngish, good-looking man, and he put aside the papers and rose to greet his next patient. He shook her hand and nodded to the screened-off area across the room, suggesting that she step behind this to take her clothes off and prepare for the examination.
The brunette did so, and as she stepped behind the screen the foxy blonde nurse walked over to a sink against the wall and began washing her hands. She glanced over and was able to see between the slats of the screen. Her eyes seemed to widen and she licked her lips as the patient removed her clothing, and the woman's firm, full breasts came into view. You could almost hear the young nurse's breathing quicken as she took in the smooth, white flawlessness of the other woman's flesh. But by the time the patient had stepped around from the screen, the nurse was drying her hands and there was no hint of how horny she had become.
The doctor was waiting for the patient and guided her to the examining table. Everyone in the movie at this point was acting very naturally, as if nothing were out of the ordinary. The woman slipped onto the table and placed her feet in the stirrups alongside it and closed her eyes patiently to wait for the examination.
The nurse walked up to the doctor and handed him a syringe and a cotton swab. Dabbing at the woman's arm, the young doctor brought the syringe forward and gave the woman the shot, then handed the implement back to the nurse and watched the woman's face. At this point the camera zoomed in on the woman's eyes. They opened, looking glazed and glassy, and fluttered a few times, and closed ... and stayed closed.
The lady had been drugged.
And now she was going to be fucked!
Standing above her, the doctor began feeling and fondling her firm, beautiful titties, and the woman didn't bat an eye! He squeezed and tweaked at the nipples until they were aroused and hard, then, as he continued to do this, he looked at the young nurse, whose eyes were centered between the drugged woman's widely spread thighs.
Yes, you may have your way with her, the doctor seemed to be saying.
In the stillness of the room, with only the soft whirring of the projector for noise, you could almost hear the rustling of the nurse's starched uniform as she moved over to the foot of the examining table and, with sensitive, knowing fingers, lovingly caressed the outer lips of the woman's pink, sensitive twat. The nurse licked her lips hungrily.
Vic didn't know about the others in the room, but his dick was as hard as a baseball bat. He guessed by the silence that the others were engrossed in the action as well. He thought that he could hear Christie breathing harder than usual, or maybe it was Debby! He looked at his mother. Rachel Devins' lips were parted slightly and her eyes watched the screen unblinkingly. Her tits rose and fell faster than usual and, for a clincher, her right hand was resting unobtrusively between her slightly parted legs, and Vic could detect that it was working back and forth over the crotch of her slacks.
He reached down and began massaging his swollen prick through the material of his jeans. "Wow, this is really a turn-on flick," he commented softly.
"Yes," Matt said from behind him, just as softly. "It's ... very exciting."
On the screen, the action was really picking up. The doctor was still playing with the haughty bitch's titties, and the nurse had lowered herself until her face was inches from the woman's lovely cunt. The camera centered on the women with loving attention as the blonde nurse wet her lips, then lowered her face to the pussy and began sensuously eating the brunette out.
"Ohhhhhh...." Somebody moaned behind Vic. It was Christie. He looked over his shoulder. She was holding her husband's hand. With her other hand she was playing with one of her arpused titties. "Oooo, that looks sooooo good," she purred, her eyes locked on the scene of the lesbian nurse eating the patient.
Still playing with his cock, and not even trying to hide it now, Vic leaned back against the couch where Debby was sitting, and she surprised him. She spread her legs slightly so that as his head eased back, it rested against the crotch of her jeans. The heat of her cunt came right through his shaggy hair and warmed the back of his head. She moaned slightly.
On the screen, the nurse finally rose from having sucked out the patient's pussy. Her chin was slick with cunt juice, but it was obvious that she wanted more than just girl-action. She moved to the doctor, who was now bending over the unconscious woman on the table, playing with her tits with both his hands and his flicking tongue. Both of the brunette's nipples were twin erect peaks of aroused passion.
The foxy nurse went on her knees before the doctor and in moments had him out of his slacks.
Three women in the Devins living room gasped simultaneously at the sight of the actor's cock. Christie, Debby and Rachel just couldn't help themselves, and Vic didn't blame them. The
"doctor" did indeed have a truly magnificent hunk of meat hanging-or, rather, arching-out from between his legs. It was healthy, long and wide, even in semi-erection. And it started to grow even more as the nurse took it in her hands and teased it with her nails.
"Ohhh, he's beautiful," sighed Debby softly, and Vic could feel her arching her pussy slightly against his head, getting off on the pleasure that the additional pressure brought her.
He felt a thrill race through his own hard cock. It somehow excited him terribly to know that this fine young thing of his was getting turned on watching a movie of other people screwing, that she would be easy pickings now for the swap fest they had planned.
The nurse was jerking the doctor off, though she stopped as he reached full hardness. But only for a moment. Opening her lush, moist lips, she drew his cock towards her face, and it was Matt who gasped this time as the doc's pecker slid down the blonde's throat, up to his balls.
"Christ!" he groaned. "She looks good."
The party in the Devins living room was getting looser and looser as the film continued!
Rachel was being less careful now about the fact that she was beating off. Debby slid her hands to the sides of Vic's head and was running her fingers through his hair as she continued to arch her pussy against him. As for Christie and Matt ... they were the first to really get down with it. Christie continued to play with her titties with one hand, while with the other she caressed and played with Matt's throbbing dick through the front of his slacks. And Matt was getting into things too! He'd slid his hand down between his wife's legs, and was dry-fingering her with long, easy strokes. And all five sets of eyes were still glued to the movie screen, still getting aroused by the quickening pace of action blazing back at them.
The nurse continued sucking the doctor until he had grabbed the back of her head and was actually slamming his big dick into her face. His ass muscles twitched and tightened. He was moments away from exploding a full load of hot cum into her fuck-happy mouth.
And at that point she stopped, with a teasing smile on her spit-covered lips, and pulled back. The doctor was at full erection now. The veins running along the side of his dick throbbed clearly. And as the nurse pulled back and started stripping off her uniform, he knew just what to do.
He turned, his prick throbbing, and moved in between the legs of the drugged woman. He didn't waste time with niceties. He was too damned horned up and, besides, the woman's cunt was already slick and hot from the tongue job the nurse had given her!
The doctor grabbed the woman by the hips, eased himself forward, and the camera focused in explicitly as every inch of his cock sank into the waiting fuck hole.
All five people watching the movie were now thoroughly aroused, and they all seemed to moan as one as the actor pulled out from the woman, then sank back in again, then out, then back in-finding a steady pace and keeping it up. He fucked her hard and fast, pumping away at her with everything he had, and her supple, sleek body jiggled on the table under the power of his mighty thrusts, though she remained unconscious to it all, totally unaware of the lustful attentions being paid to her fine, lovely body.
Rachel by this time had given up any pretense of trying to disguise the fact that she was masturbating as she watched the film. She had slumped down in her seat and her hand worked frantically at her pussy through her slacks.
"Ohhh, give it to her, you big stud...." she moaned to the man on the screen.
Behind Vic, Debby had slid one of her hands from the side of Vic's head and had eased it down between his head and her pussy. She was still a little bit shy, and she whispered to him softly: "V-Vic ... this is so weird ... so exciting ... I'm all turned on ... I ... I need to be fucked, baby ... this movie ... oh God, look at those people!"
Her fingers worked faster as the doctor picked up his pace, ramming and jamming his thick, beautiful cock in and out of the drugged woman's quivering cockpit.
"I don't know about anybody else," panted Christie, "B-but I need some loving." She looked at her husband. "Do me, baby," she begged. "Right here ... right now ... ohh, I need it ... I need it!!"
If anyone else in the room was shocked by this request, they didn't say anything about it. They probably didn't even hear it. The only sound above the noise of the projector was the heavy breathing of five people getting unbelievably turned on by the doings on the screen; five stoned, aroused men and women watching an explicitly photographed sex fantasy unfolding before their very eyes, and each one dying to be helped in getting off.
The nurse was back in the picture on the screen now. As the doctor fucked the beautiful patient, the young blonde bitch had stripped off her uniform and stretched herself back flat across the office desk. With her eyes glued to the man's cock as it pumped the other woman's pussy, the nurse thumbed her nipples with one hand and with the other she started to give herself a handjob, masturbating wildly, pumping her ass up and around to meet her own thrusting fingers.
In the living room there was the rustle of material, and Vic saw that Matt had stripped off his wife's shorts. Christie had her legs spread wide and, as Matt knelt on the floor before her, she was pushing and jerking her lovely cunt up into his face. Christie held his head with both her hands and her face was twisted with lust.
"Ooooooh, that's it, daddy," she panted. "Eat me ... eat me ... just like that fox in the movie ... ohhh, eat my fine pussy ... ohh, uhhhhh!!"
Behind his head, Vic could feel Debby jerking herself off. He was playing with himself, and Rachel was gasping so hard as she fingered her box that he was sure she was almost ready to cum at any moment.
The time was right, he decided. The time to make the moves. Everybody in the goddamn room was masturbating-except Christie and Matt, of course-and why men and women in the same room should have to hump themselves off was beyond understanding.
Yeah, it was definitely time to make the moves.
To introduce Matt and Debby to the beautiful, naughty world of in-family swapping!
Vic took one last look at the screen. The doctor was banging away at his nurse now, fucking her cunt and sucking her gigantic boobs at the same time, and although it was a silent movie, you could tell by the way the blonde's mouth was working that she was screaming her head off. Beside them the brunette still lay on the examining table, oblivious to everything, with cum juice coating her stately thighs.
Two things-two very exciting things to everyone involved-happened then at the same time in that high tension-filled living room. Vic reached out and ran his hand up his mother's thigh, right up the inside of her leg to where Rachel was jerking off, and he let his own hand join her in rotating the material against her aching clit.
And Christie, with her husband gobbling up the sweet gook from between her widely spread legs, reached over and began helping Debby to masturbate!
Debby's eyes flew open in surprise at the other girl's touch.
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped, and she was going to say more, but Christie was too fast for her. In a wink, Christie actually had her hand slid beneath Debby's bluejeans. Her fingers slipped smoothly into Debby's dripping cunny, and that felt so good that Debby didn't even try to protest.
Christie stopped moaning for a second.
"Come on, you guys," she panted. "Why am I the only one without any clothes on? We're all so horny ... let's do something about it!"
And she was right. The movie had turned them all on so much that they were beyond thoughts now. Only their own lusting needs seemed to matter as, without further comment, they all took Christie's advice and paused from what they were doing to shed their cum-soaked slacks and tops, tossing them into random piles all over the room.
The porno film was just reaching its climax on the screen. The doctor had fucked the nurse to orgasm and now he stood once again above the patient, and the blonde stood beside him. She was jerking him off, jerking him off so that in another instant his cum would gush out all over the rich bitch's beautiful tits. But that was on the screen.
Off screen, in the living room, the real action was just getting under way.
Rachel was the first one to pick a partner. She just couldn't wait any longer. She came over and knelt on the floor below where Debby lay half-sitting, half-sprawling on the couch. She reached up and ran the tips of her fingers up the aroused girl's smooth inner thighs, stopping just short of the dripping cunt.
"Debby," she purred. "You ... you look so fine ... please ... let me make love to you ... please."
Like the others, in the heat of the moment, the normally shy girl's body was in complete control. She moaned at both the words and the touch, and looked across her future mother-in-law's head at Vic.
"Ohh, Vic," she sighed. "Can I? It felt so good w-when Christie ... touched me ... I want to ... to make it with another woman ... just this once ... please!!"
This is crazy, thought Vic. She's asking me for permission!
"Sure, baby," he said. "Go ahead. Have a ball!"
Both women moaned with delight, but before she went down on Vic's girlfriend, Rachel panted, "But what about me! Please, someone ... give it to me while I eat this beautiful pussy. You, Matt ... fuck me ... please, baby ... fuck me!!"
A bit confused, Matt looked at Christie, who gave him back a wide grin in return. "Well?" she told her husband, "what are you waiting for?"
With that, Matt grinned from ear to ear. His pecker was at full attention. Rachel was already slurping away at Debby's joybox. Debby had her legs locked around Rachel's neck and was crooning like a bird as she humped her pussy up into the other woman's face. It was enough to turn any red-blooded man on, but there was more to it than that!
Matt fell to a kneeling position behind Rachel and parted her firm, upraised asscheeks for a better shot at the mother's yearning cunt.
"It's my pleasure," he admitted. "I've never mentioned this, but I've had my eye on this piece of ass for a long, long time!"
Guiding his hard cock, he slipped smoothly into his wife's mother's hot pussy, and began fucking the living hell out of her!
The three of them made quite a sight: Rachel eating out Debby, Debby screaming her lungs out as wave after wave of lovely orgasm washed over her, Matt ramming his stiff prick in and out of Rachel's twat, and Rachel occasionally taking her mouth away from the young pussy to moan her pleasure at the screwing she was getting.
On the screen the doctor, with the nurse's help, had already ejaculated all over the rich girl's titties, and they were now getting her cleaned up as she began coming out of her trance-still unaware that anything beyond a routine examination had transpired.
Christie and Vic watched the end of the movie, and then looked again at the three sweat-slick bodies humping away on and around the couch. Vic reached out his hand and Christie came to him, spreading herself out on the floor below him and guiding that beautiful dick of his that she loved so much into her waiting pussy.
The moans and the movements from the writhing bodies across the room were coming faster and faster now, and in another moment all five would be exploding in unbelievably wondrous orgasms. But just before that happened, as he fucked away at Christie's hot, tight box, Vic felt his lips break into a wide smile.
"Well, sis," he laughed. "It looks like we did it!"
She clasped her legs tightly around him as she felt him ready to explode within her.
"Yes," she gasped happily, visualizing the many nights that lay ahead for the five of them. "It looks as if Operation Family Swap is a smashing success!!"
