Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies- wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
It is best to suppress our desires and fantasies; or to bring them out in the open and act on them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In this story the characters have decided not to repress their sexual desires and fantasies.
HORNY SPREAD MOM -- A story that deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts us all in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on the solutions of others. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Sometimes Carol Dayton's cunt would get so wet with arousal that the hot, sticky juice leaked down her legs. And that was when her stomach would churn with anxiety. For she knew that sooner or later she'd have to test her desire, with no confidence whatsoever that she'd wind up anything but more frustrated than she'd been in the first place.
Carol's problem? It was that no matter how much she tried to be the kind of piece of ass a woman ought to be, a key ingredient was always missing in her performance-she never came. Quite simply, she was, as far as she knew, completely frigid.
If she'd had no sex drive, it would have been much easier for Carol. But the fact was that she got as horny as anyone. When she tried to do something about it, though, the orgasmic payoff she so desperately craved just stubbornly refused to happen. It made no difference how long and hard she was fucked with a pussyful of her husband's stiff cock, she had no success crossing the finish line.
Carol felt so guilty about it. About being less than a total wife for Alex. Of course, he had no idea, which in itself added Carol's shame. Because, when her husband fucked her, she always faked a climax at the end, shrewdly timed so it supposedly occurred at the same instant his big prick spurted jizz into her numb cunt.
She blamed only herself for the missing piece in her life. Finding her husband at fault in any way just didn't cross her mind. After all, Alex was such a handsome man and an excellent provider. Plus, he was definitely hung with a cock large enough to satisfy any woman worthy of her cunt. Which left Carol, as far as she was concerned, an utter failure.
Recently, though, she'd become hopeful that perhaps she could solve her problem at long last An article she'd read in a woman's magazine at the beauty parlor the other day was the reason. It had jumped off the page at her, seeming to have been written with her expressly in mind.
The author had dealt with the problem in a way that was both sensitive and upfront. If you were frigid, she wrote, chances were that it was all in your mind. And, fortunately, there was a method for finding out for sure if you were indeed capable of coming. In short, do-it-yourself.
"Women are too often afraid of their own bodies," the article had said. "Most of all afraid of that most special part of themselves between their legs. Call it what you will-vagina, cunt, pussy-it is yours. Nobody can stop you from using it for the pleasure you so richly deserve except yourself."
Carol had memorized that part, repeating it to herself now as she took time out from her housework to stretch out on her bed. For, with her pussy acting up again, she'd decided that there was no time like the present to follow the magazine's advice and try tending to her own needs.
When she'd been a girl they'd called what she was now on the verge of doing, "playing with yourself." Carol had always been a hold-out, though. From a very religious family, she'd believed that touching yourself "down there" was a sin. As a result, during her crucial teenage years, she'd hardly become even acquainted with her own cunt. Then she'd married, and it seemed even more wrong to do anything at all sexy to herself when she had a husband.
But now, after all these years of self-control . . .
"Mmmmm, it really is a pretty part of me, isn't it?" Carol sighed, pulling down her damp panties after leaving her dress on the floor. "My cunt. My very own pussy."
She rubbed her fingers through her cunt gash, immediately moistening her fingertips with sticky juice. Then, on a whim, she brought them to her mouth and tasted them.
"Oooooh, sweet," she had to admit. "My pussy's so sweet."
When Carol's hand returned to her cunt, she automatically located her clit. Pressing it with her thumb turned out to be the best way to get the right feeling, especially when she slipped a squirming pair of fingers into her pussy gash at the same time.
"Yes, it's building . . . building," Carol moaned, congratulating herself on the mounting sensations she'd been able to produce so far. "Think the article was right. If I just keep this up, think I can really . . . " It hit her right then.
"... cummmm!"
She swooned, abruptly in the grip of a climax so strong that it took her breath away.
The way Carol was quickly finger-fucking herself was as if she were determined to catch up in the shortest possible time on all the orgasms she'd missed over the years. Curling a pair of knuckles into a chunky knot within her cunt, she used them like a thrusting cockhead to go along with her thumb on her clit.
"Lord, if only Alex could do this to me when he fucks me," she sighed, comparing her husband's efforts with her own. "Then I'd be the happiest woman in the world."
But in the meantime, Carol was more than thrilled to take what she could get by her own hand. Closing her eyes, she floated on an orgasmic cloud, feeling her cum dribble from her finger-fucked pussy into the crack of her wriggling ass.
"Feel like I'm in my own little world," she bubbled. "A place where all that matters is how much I can come!"
The reality of Carol's everyday life, however, was not as easy to escape at will as she wanted to imagine. Surely, she ought to have known better than to be so careless. For, while she came nonstop, the front door had just opened and closed without her awareness, meaning she was no longer alone in the house ...
It was Carol's son, home early from school. And, as with most boys his age, as soon as he in the house he wanted something to eat. Wonder if mom's here," Chuck Dayton said to himself. "Maybe she'd let me have some of that roast beef left over from last night."
He wandered into the hall, looking for his mother. That was when he heard the moans from her bedroom.
"Jeez, what's the matter with her?" he muttered with alarm. "Sounds like she's dying there."
But then Chuck Dayton heard his mother cry: "Ooooh, this feels sooo gooood!"
Trying not to give in to his mounting curiosity, Chuck warned himself. "Naw, it's none of my business." However, the next steps he took were toward his mother's room rather than away from it.
Her door was ajar. Chuck couldn't resist in spite of his better judgment. So, for what he thought would be just a brief glance, he looked inside. And froze in his tracks.
"Ahhh, I can't stop," his mother gasped. "Can't stop coming. Don't ever wanna stop coming now that I've finally started!"
Carol was naked except for her bra, her bare ass wiggling like the bed was smoldering. In her hairy cunt were a pair of digging fingers. Even from across the room, her astonished son could see the pussy juice glisten as it trickled down her arm.
"God, she's so beautiful," Chuck whispered under his ragged breath while he watched the display of finger-fucking. "Never knew my own mom could be so beautiful."
He had a hard-on for his own mother and he knew it. For his abruptly rigid prick seemed like it might burst out of his jeans.
And then and there, Chuck Dayton asked himself a question that would have been unthinkable before. Would he, if given the chance, ever have the balls to turn mother-fucker?
Then, all of a sudden, as if she knew he was there and could read his mind, Chuck's mother looked straight in his direction. She had just sat up, her face shiny with sweat and her eyes wild. But next her features sagged and her giddy expression had just turned into a frown for some reason.
"Oh, who am I kidding," Carol mumbled, blinking like she'd just awakened from a dream, her entire attitude abruptly different than before. "So I proved I can make myself come. But that's still only kid-stuff, and I'm a grown woman. Now could I ever do it with a man? That's what really counts. With a cock in my cunt?"
She was still sitting up in Chuck's direction. He knew he should slip away before it was too late, before she saw that he'd been spying on her. But his throbbing hard-on wouldn't let him leave.
"If only," Carol yearned aloud, "there was somebody here to fuck me right now. A real cock for my cunt instead of just my fingers. Wouldn't even have to be my own husband. I'm so horny that I'd fuck anybody to prove I can come with a cuntful of cock."
"Anybody?" Chuck choked in response- too loud.
"Yes, anybody!" Carol defiantly said, directly answering him but giving no other indication that she was yet aware he was there. Then, clearing up her behavior, she wistfully added: "God, I'm so far gone that I'm hearing voices-and, even worse, talking back to them."
Then she got off the bed. She was slowly moving toward the door, as if she couldn't quite decide whether she'd leave the room. Which meant that it was now or never for Chuck if he planned on making tracks.
He stayed. And without him being consciously aware of nudging it himself, the door squeaked open until he could be seen standing there. Carol turned ashen and reeled from the sight of him like she'd just been struck a heavy blow.
"No ... no ... it can't be. Not my own son . . . seeing me like this. Just my mind playing tricks on me. Has to be."
Chuck didn't know what his reply would be until he said it.
"It's really me, Mom . . . and this is real, too."
As he spoke his hand had dropped below his belt, making it extremely clear how swollen his crotch was with the hard-on he had for his mother.
In a hush, Carol whispered back: "Chuck ... my baby ... are you actually trying to tell me what I think you are?"
Past the point of no return, Chuck said the only word that made any sense to him now. "Yes!"
And Carol, apparently pushed to the mental breaking point, broke out in eerie laughter.
"You can't laugh this off, Mom," Chuck told her, standing tall now that he'd made up his mind to fuck his mother. "I'm not leaving until I get what I want. And that's a piece of ass."
"But it's so crazy," Carol said. "I mean, how could anything like this happen between us? You're just a boy. My own little boy. Why, I've never even seen your cock hard."
Chuck seized on her last sentence. "You will now, Mom."
He unzipped his bulging fly. Then he reached inside and pulled out the part of his body his mother had never seen in this condition-at least eight throbbing inches of jutting teenage prick.
"Heaven help me," Carol blurted when she saw how he was hung. "You're every bit as big as your father!"
"But dad can't make you come, can he, Mom?" Chuck knowingly replied, having overhead enough at the door to be aware that his parents' sex-life was incomplete. "That's the difference between me and him. I'll fuck you so you're coming so good you can't stand it."
"Damn, you little bastard," Carol cursed her son, but it was achingly affectionate. "You're making it so hard for me to say no."
"You don't have any choice, Mom," Chuck countered, no longer just a boy but a stud on a macho roll. "But I'll give you a break. If you're so nervous about fucking me, I'll give you a chance to get used to me with a hard-on by having you suck me off first."
"You sound like you think you'll be doing me a favor," Carol panted.
"That's just exactly the way it is," Chuck snapped back, his stiff young cock in his hand. "On your knees, Mom."
And here, at this crucial moment, Carol Dayton looked away from her son. Turning toward a mirror, she made searching eye-contact with her own reflection, as if there were two of her deciding her fate.
And, she finally said to herself after a long pause: "Why not?"
The last thing she traded with herself in the mirror was a reckless grin. Then Carol was on her knees, facing her son's mightily hung crotch and ready to rush headlong into the forbidden territory of incest.
"Put it in my mouth, now," she told Chuck, urgency in her tone. "Hard and deep. Down my throat. More like you're fucking my mouth than I'm just giving you a blow-job."
Then her jaw fell hungrily open, her lips drawn over her teeth. On cue, Chuck took the plunge. His crotch bucked so forcefully that Carol swallowed his cock to the root on his first thrust.
"Fuck your mouth is right, Mom," Chuck rasped with approval.
He took his mother's head in his hands now, guiding her suction. In turn, Carol drew his balls from his jeans and rhythmically squeezed them to prime their supply of teenage jizz.
"You're gonna get plenty of cum when my cock shoots, Mom," Chuck panted. "Gonna swallow it all, Mom?"
"Mmmm-hmmmmm!" Carol eagerly slurped with a mouthful of prick.
She not only squeezed Chuck's balls even harder, her middle finger snaked into the crack of his ass and tickled his asshole. For it hadn't been for lack of effort that Carol had remained unable to come for a man-over the years she'd mastered all the tricks to please them, if not herself.
"Stick your finger up my ass, Mom," Chuck now excitedly suggested, "and I'll come for you right away!"
"Mmmm-hmmmmm!" Carol repeated, probing into her son's gritty rear channel and putting immediately pressure on the male gland located at the base of his balls.
"You got it, Mom!" Chuck gushed aloud, his voice a ringing version of what his cock was abruptly doing at the depths of his mother's fucked throat.
Carol gulped down his fiery cock cream as fast as it spurted. The flavor of her son's jizz, she was discovering to her delight, was everything his father's wasn't-so delicious. With Alex she'd always been just doing her duty when she drank his cum, but with Chuck she couldn't get enough.
But it wasn't just the sweet boy cum that made sucking her son's prick so special for Carol. There was something else, an unexpected by-product of going down on Chuck that went far beyond simply being special-a blessed miracle was more like it. For somehow, something very much like an oral clit had been activated in Carol's throat.
And, to her disbelief . . . She came.
After years of being frigid when her husband fucked her as hard as he could, Carol Dayton was coming from a mouthful of her son's prick. God, she thought in an orgasmic daze, what would it be like when it was her cunt on the receiving end of Chuck's eight hard inches?
Meanwhile, though, Carol wasn't about to let go of the climax she was having for as long as she could make it last. Her son's cock stayed deep-throated and she kept milking his cum, even after it had slowed to a sticky dribble.
"Okay, Mom," Chuck finally said. "You got it all. All my cum. My cock's still hard, but I'm gonna have to start all over again to shoot more cum for you. And you don't just want it in your mouth all over again, do you?"
So now Carol released her oral grasp on Chuck's cock, stickily grinning with anticipation when she saw how hard those eight glorious inches remained for her. It was never that way with her husband. Alex had only one wad to shoot and then his dripping prick collapsed. But with this marvelous stud of a boy, one load of jizz automatically led to an increase in his potency.
"Remember how I told you that I'd never seen your cock hard before today?" Carol kittenishly asked her son. "Well, now that you've fucked me in the mouth, it's your turn to get to know my cunt, up close and personal. Feast your eyes on what mommy has for you between her legs, darling."
She returned to the bed, sliding a pair of pillows beneath her ass so her crotch was raised. When she spread her thighs, her hands were immediately there to finger her pussy lips wide open. The inner pink her yawning cunt gash displayed was the vibrant shade of peppermint.
"I'm a cunt for you, Chuck, the most cunt I could ever be for anybody!" Carol declared. "All cunt! So ... "
Both mother and son knew what she would say next. But the actual words would still be the turning point in each of their lives. And her electric pause made it even more dramatic.
"Fuck me!" Carol then cried out. "Please fuck me!"
Before Chuck moved to claim her waiting pussy, he quickly stripped to show off his muscular young body.
"Oh, you're such a hunk!" she squealed like a schoolgirl, feeling more virginal than ever.
Next, Chuck was on the bed with her, kneeling between her spread legs. Angling his cock toward her cunt, he nudged the cockhead against her clit and then traced the juicy groove of her separated pussy lips down to her asshole, moistening his cock's blunt tip.
And now, after taking a deep breath, he said: "Okay, Mom, this is it."
As he set his hips, Carol automatically closed her eyes. She guessed that doing so was part of her fantasy that she was somehow losing her cherry all over again. For that was what she'd done the first time, years ago, when it was Chuck's father whose cock had been poised at the dewy gates of her innocence as represented by her virginal cunt.
Her expectations had been so high that first time, she recalled, when Alex had fucked her on their wedding night. But it had turned out to be the beginning of years of frustration without ever coming. With Chuck, though, it just had to be different. For Carol had become pregnant with him on her honeymoon, and sensed now that it had been part of fate's design that she should have to wait all this time for her own son to finally reclaim the cunt that had originally given him birth.
Well, the waiting was abruptly over. Her eyes tightly shut, Carol heard Chuck grunt like an animal, felt him lurch above her, and saw stars from the impact of his hard young cock as it fucked into her welcoming pussy.
Carol was in pain to begin with, as if her cherry had truly been popped again. But it hurt her so good. And swiftly it blossomed into the sheerest form of pleasure.
"I'm coming already!" she cried in celebration, her eyes flying open so she could feast them on the thrilling sight of her own son fucking her. She had always thought he was a beautiful boy. "Oh, you stud! My mother-fucking stud!"
"Dad never did it for you like this, huh?" Chuck said, feeling his oats as the newly crowned top cocksman in the family.
"Not even close," Carol said. "In all the years your father's been fucking me, I've never felt anything like the way I do now. Just your cock in my cunt, darling, and it started. And now, please, don't let it stop for anything. Keep me coming until after you've come, too."
"Then let me at those tits of yours, Mom," Chuck eagerly suggested. "Think I can do things to 'em that'll keep you hot as you wanna stay, Mom."
"Just what I'm thinking, too, lover!" Carol declared.
Her bra was the last thing she had on. It was the kind that clasped between the cups, and now she unhooked them. Her bare tits fell free, not a large set but perfectly shaped with plump, red nipples capping them, and her son's mouth was right there with drooling urgency.
Pushing her tits together so her son could take both nipples at the same time, Carol moaned: "Oh, yes, Chuck, suck my titties just as hard is you're fucking my cunt. Be a mother-sucker along with a mother-fucker. Already I can tell hat anything you do to my titties goes straight :o my cunt."
And now, sucked as well as fucked, Carol climaxed twice as hard as before. Then from there it only got better. But there was still one more thing she'd need to make it perfect- Chuck coming, too. Oh, how Carol craved a cuntful of her son's precious jizz!
"Give it to me, stud!" she finally cried. "Cum, darling, cum! As much cum as you can shoot into mother-fucked pussy!"
Once again, Chuck delivered in style. "Here you are, Mom. Been holding back until now, just waiting for you to give me the word."
He hilted his cock in his mother's thirsty cunt one last time and it erupted. Chuck was abruptly coming. But, as his jizz flowed in a scalding torrent within her, Carol came even stronger than he was. She'd become delirious. Hysterical. And yet, absolutely sure of who and where she was-the luckiest woman alive, fucked by her own hung son to the top of the world.
Chapter Two
Chuck Dayton was as pumped up as he could be. At long last he'd scored some pussy. And what a pussy-his own mom's!
"Wow, I still can't believe it!" he said to himself several times the following day.
There was one big problem with fucking your mother, though. As great a piece of ass she might be, how did you brag about getting laid to your friends? For when you were Chuck's age, the boasting was almost as important as the balling.
Finally, when he was with a bunch of the guys after school, he just couldn't resist sounding off. Because, as usual when they were hanging around the video arcade, the talk had turned to sex-and, for once, Chuck could speak from first-hand experience.
"Aw, all you turkeys do is talk. No action," he scoffed at them after they'd gone on for several minutes about who'd like to do what to which chick.
"Sure, Dayton," somebody wise-cracked, "and I suppose your cock is still sore from the last pussy you screwed."
"Yep," Chuck drawled, pointedly rubbing his crotch. "As a matter of fact, it sure as hell is.'"
"Bullshit, Dayton,' challenged him.
"Well, guess there's no way I can make you believe it at that, now is there?" Chuck countered in a mocking tone. "After all, even if I tell you all about it, none of you assholes knows enough about real-live pussy to figure out whether I'm lying or not."
"Try us, Dayton," a third kid said to Chuck. "You started this, so put up or shut up."
All eyes on him, Chuck took the spotlight. It had been an older woman, he said, planning to leave her identity at that. But when one of the guys wondered aloud if it had been somebody's mom, Chuck couldn't resist admitting that much. Then he got more specific about the action itself, going into the juicy details. The blow-job. Coming in her mouth. Then, the big one. F-u-c-k.
Before long, most of the gang was spellbound with Chuck's colorful description of getting laid. There was still one holdout, though.
"C'mon, Dayton," this kid sneered, "you expect us to believe this crap? Before what you say happened, you had to've been cherry or we'd have heard you weren't. Now you really think we'll buy that all of a sudden you were the stud you claim you were with this old cunt?"
Chuck stopped short. Not, of course, because he'd been lying, but because he'd wondered himself how he'd been able to automatically do all the right things during his first fuck. For never once had his mother mentioned that he acted like he was a virgin.
"Dunno," Chuck finally said after a thoughtful pause, speaking to himself now as much as to his friends. "Yeah, I was cherry when I fucked her. But, can't explain how, I just knew, naturally knew, what she wanted from me. What else can I say? That's the way it was."
His obvious honesty convinced even the last doubter, who admitted he was sold by shaking Chuck's hand in congratulation. Then the rest of the guys were patting him on the back, poking him in the ribs, treating him like a celebrity. Chuck was in his glory, until . . .
"Excuse me," he abruptly said to his friends when he saw her over there, looking accusingly at him from a nearby corner. "Got some business to take care of."
The rest of the boys could see what it was. "Dayton just stuck his foot in it, for sure," one of them snickered. "Look. Wasn't just us who heard about him getting a piece of ass. If he really did get laid, bet he halfway wishes he hadn't now. Wow, did you see Gina's face?"
The others nodded in agreement as Chuck took the arm of the girl who'd overheard too much and hustled her out the door. From there he was halfway down the street with her before he or she spoke to one another, safely out of sight of Chuck's friends.
"Jeez, Sis," he finally blurted out to her, "don't care how much you embarrass me, do you? Spying on me like that."
"Isn't my fault you've got such a big mouth," Gina Dayton snapped back at her brother. "I just happened to be there when you started shooting it off, that's all."
"But you could've gone away when you'd heard enough to know it wasn't any of your business, Sis," Chuck defensively replied.
"But that's just it," Gina stated with conviction, "it is my business. And don't tell me you've forgotten what we promised each other."
"Oh . . . that," Chuck sheepishly admitted.
"We promised each other," Gina reminded him anyway, "that neither of us would go all the way without telling the other one first."
"All right, so I broke my word, Sis," Chuck sighed. "But you just don't know how it is when it's right there in front of you, a chance to finally lose your cherry. You don't stop to think about anything else except just going ahead and doing it. At least when you're a guy. Different for us than it is for you chicks. We get hornier than you do."
"The hell you do!" Gina snapped. "I spend more time on dates fighting myself than I do fighting off guys."
"Then why don't you just go ahead and do what I did, Sis? What comes naturally!" Chuck said. "I know we made a promise to each other about our cherries, but I can't believe it means that much to you if you really want to lose yours. Swear to God, if it'd been you who fucked first and told me later, I'd understand."
"No, you don't understand at all. There's no way I'd ever lose my cherry without you being the first to know about it, Chuck. I decided that just as soon as I found out what sex is all about."
"Then that promise we made really was that important to you after all, wasn't it? Gee, Sis, I'm sorry ..."
"Oh, you dumb jerk," Gina seethed with exasperation. "You still don't understand one bit. What do I have to do to get through that thick skull of yours?"
"You'll just have to go ahead and give it to me right between the eyes," Chuck muttered, at a total loss as to what his sister meant.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Guess I owe you that-owe it to us both," Gina said, her wrinkled brow indicating that she was on the brink of a crucial decision. "Just let me think of the right way to say it."
They walked another block before she spoke again, nearing home. The silence was deafening.
"Okay, that promise we made about our cherries?" Gina eventually said. "It was just my way of making sure you weren't screwing around until I was ready."
"Ready for what, Sis?"
"Ready," Gina answered after a pause long enough for Chuck and her to be in front of their house, "for you to screw around with . . . me."
"H-huh?"
"But I'll settle for second if I can't be your first," Gina then said in a rush, after glancing quickly toward the empty driveway. "I'll be inside waiting if you want me."
She ran across the yard, up onto the porch, then disappeared into the house. Stunned, Chuck didn't know what to do. Then he looked toward the driveway, too. Their mother's car was gone, which Gina had already obviously noticed, meaning no one was home.
By the time he was through the front door, Chuck had a hard-on that was like a third leg. He still couldn't quite convince himself that this was anything more than a game Gina was playing. But if she was serious then Chuck was ready, as he calculated what the odds were that a guy could have both a mother and sister in his family who were horny for his cock.
Then, from the direction of Gina's room, he heard: "In here, Chuck."
He went there. The door was open. He could see her on the bed. Bare-assed naked.
"I don't know who you fucked before, Chuck," Gina boldly called, "but her pussy can't be any tighter, any wetter, any hotter than mine!"
Her knees raised, she spread her legs. Between her sleek thighs, her brother fixed his gaze on a pussy that was open at the lips and decorated with a wispy minimum of silky brown hair.
"Yes, Chuck, this is what I've been waiting for since I was twelve years old," Gina starkly stated. "For you to suck me, fuck me. Take my cherry."
Then she reached down and fingered her pussy lips even farther apart in incestuous invitation to magnetically draw her tongue-tied brother toward her. When he'd reached the side of the bed, she didn't hesitate claiming her prize, and with a flourish. For, leaning over, it was with her teeth that she undid Chuck's jeans, then pulled them and his shorts down with a jerking bite.
His rigid cock jumped out at her. Gina pounced in reply. And, a slurping instant later, she was abruptly deep-throating her brother to his balls.
"Hard to believe, Sis," Chuck panted, "that you've never sucked a cock before when you're this damned good at it."
Gina let enough of his cock go to proudly answer: "Like you were telling your friends about when you lost your cherry-some things just come naturally. For a girl, giving a blow-job just happens to be one of them."
Then Gina giggled with her mouth still half full of prick.
"Besides," she playfully added, "I've been practicing on anything I could find around the house that's long and hard to be ready for now, Chuck. Mmm-hmmm, your cock's just about the same size as a nice, fresh cucumber-only a whole lot tastier."
"What else have you been practicing, Sis?" a very curious Chuck asked.
"Oh, this and that," Gina teased, stroking her brother's prick to keep it hard after it had temporarily left her mouth. "But just so I don't keep you in suspense too much, guess I can let you in on a little bit more."
"Like?"
"Well, my pussy gets off real good when it's in somebody's face," Gina revealed.
"That sounds like you've been doing more than only practicing," Chuck noted.
"But not with a boy," Gina said, back to giggling.
"Then?"
"Just us girls," Gina revealed. "We've been, uh, practicing on each other's pussies since junior high."
"So you're bi?" Chuck gulped with surprise.
And his sister saucily answered: "Not quite yet. After all, I can't say I go both ways until I've gone all the way with you if you're my first boy."
"Still don't know why I should believe you, Sis, but I do," Chuck sighed.
"Then what're you waiting for? Practice is over, brother dear. Now it's time to find out if what they say is true," lilted Gina. "If practice makes perfect. A perfect sixty-nine between me and you."
So he climbed on the bed above Gina. Straddling her, he faced down toward her crotch while his cock and balls dangled over her face.
Then Chuck felt Gina expertly deep-throating him again. And, responding in kind, he buried his face between her waiting thighs and instantly felt himself getting high from his first mind-blowing taste of her pussy. And that was even before his sister came in his mouth. Then, when she did, Chuck sucked like his life depended on it.
And, at the same time, Gina was sucking her brother's prick the same way he was going down on her cunt. Chuck hadn't come yet as she herself was doing nonstop, but Gina was rapidly getting him there. In addition to her blow-job, she worked on his balls, rubbing them like they were fresh lumps of dough between the palms of her hands.
"Oooh, Sis," Chuck soon groaned into her pussy. "I'm just about to do it in your mouth the way you're already doing it in mine. Come!"
His cock erupted down Gina's throat. Chuck couldn't be sure, but he could almost swear that he was shooting even more jizz for his sister than he had for his mother. One thing, though, was certain-Gina as swallowing his cum just the same as their mother had.
In fact, the similarity of their cock-sucking techniques went right down to the last slurp. For Gina, like her mother before her, refused to release her oral grasp without being coaxed to do so.
"Okay, Sis. You got it all. All my cum. My cock's still hard, but I'm gonna have to start all over again to shoot more cum for you. And you don't just want it in your mouth all over again, do you?"
Hearing this, Gina immediately scooted out from beneath the completed sixty-nine, bobbing up on her knees with a sticky grin that advertised her horny anticipation. And Chuck thought as he looked at her that way, if his mother was the most beautiful mother he'd ever seen, then his sister was just as strikingly the most beautiful girl.
"I want to fuck you, Sis," he said, never having meant anything more in his life. "Fuck you right now. Be the one to take your cherry."
"Mmmm, you'd better, or I'll just have to go ahead and be the first girl I ever heard of who raped her own brother!"
Chuck expected her to fall back and spread her legs for him again. But, instead, she got onto all fours, so when her pussy reopened it was from the rear between her parted asscheeks.
"This is the way I always imagined it'd be," Gina explained over her shoulder. "Like I'm a bitch in heat."
"From behind?"
"Straight up my cunt like you're trying to rip me in half. If that doesn't fuck my cherry pussy bloody right away, then nothing will."
Chuck couldn't help asking: "You been practicing on this, too, Sis?"
"Me and my girlfriends with our dildos. You know, those strap-on cocks gay girls use on each other," Gina readily admitted. "We've been fucking each other's pussies right up to the breaking point, figuring out the best way to lose our cherries the fastest. And doing it doggie-style pushes us to the limit the quickest of all."
Chuck guessed she knew what she was talking about, sighing with wonder as the image of Gina and her girlfriends during their fuck-practice flashed through his mind. He sure wouldn't mind watching that sometime. But, right now, it was his flesh-and-blood cock primed for his sister's cherry cunt instead of a dildo, and the fucking would be a lot more than play-acting.
So he got into position, lining up behind her. When he nudged his cockhead between her stretched pussy lips, Gina stopped fingering them and they almost snapped closed around the knob of his cock.
"You want to put it all the way in me yourself, or should I do it on my own?" Gina panted over her shoulder. Chuck left it up to her. And Gina promptly rocked back on her haunches, forcing his prick at least halfway into her squishing cunt.
"Ahhh," she moaned, "it's starting to hurt already. My cherry's already getting the message that it's like my pigtails and braces and teddy bears-something little Gina's outgrown now that she's not so little anymore."
Then she rocked back again. But this time her brother's cock was blocked from penetrating any farther by the stubborn obstacle of her virginity. Indeed, Chuck's hard-on buckled.
"Maybe I'd better pull out some and try to work back in a little slower, Sis," Chuck suggested.
"Don't you dare!" Gina snapped back. "Just leave it to me. I know how much I can take. And that's every inch of your big cock up my cunt as fast as I can get my cherry popped and you're fucking me bloody."
She set herself now for another backward lurch. This one she vowed would definitely get the job done. She'd waited long enough to stop being a virgin, so long that even a few extra moments more of remaining cherry were too much for her to endure.
"Arrrgghh!" she screeched, having put all of her surprising strength into rocking back at least twice as powerfully as she'd done before. "It's ripping me . . . ripping me like a knife!"
Alarmed, Chuck didn't care at this point what she'd said. He was going to pull out to save her from herself. But then he stopped short, realizing that not only had his cock straightened out in his sister's cunt, it was buried to his balls. And all at once, instead of crying out in agony, Gina was purring like a kitten.
"It's done. Has finally happened," she gurgled. "Can't you feel it, Chuck? Seeping down your cock? The juice from my popped cherry?"
"Yeah, Sis," Chuck sighed, because he sure could feel it. Even hotter, thicker and more plentiful than her pussy juice it was, as Gina bathed his hiked prick in the bloody vise of her no-longer cherry cunt.
"What's it like to pop a cherry, Chuck?" Gina bubbled. "Anything near the kick it is for me to lose it? I know it must be the first one you ever popped, 'cause I heard you tell your friends that the other piece of ass you fucked was old enough to be somebody's mom."
"Uh, something like that," Chuck nervously replied.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm not gonna ask you who she was," Gina said to put her brother at ease. "Just gonna fuck my best to make you forget all about her!"
Then Gina's ass and hips were in grinding gear. She was whipsawing Chuck's cock inside her bloody pussy. Yet there was still something missing in her performance. Chuck noticed it but wasn't sure he should bring it up. However, Gina read his mind.
She said, almost teasingly, "You're probably wondering why I haven't come so far, huh?"
Chuck admitted his curiosity.
And Gina explained: "Holding it back isn't easy, but it'll be worth it if I can wait to come at the same time you do, Chuck. Always promised myself that's the way it'd be when I lost my cherry. Me and my guy coming together. Just like I always promised myself how that guy'd be nobody else but my own hung brother."
"Then get ready to let it all hang out, Sis," Chuck panted. "Fact is, I've been holding back too, waiting for you to come first. Your tight pussy's doing a number on my cock that has my balls sore as hell."
Gina reached back. "Mmmm, let me feel."
"Ouch, Sis, I wasn't kidding!"
"Ooooh, they're so hard and squishy at the same time, Chuck. Like they're ready to explode."
"Squeeze 'em one more time, Sis, and they will."
"Then what'm I waiting for, stud? I'm ready if you are!"
With her brother's cock locked to the root in her bloody cunt, Gina tightened her grip around his churning balls. That was it for Chuck. And for Gina too, as she climaxed on cue as the jizz erupted at her pussy's depths.
"I'm coming, Sis!" Chuck whooshed.
"No, we're coming!" Gina joyously corrected him, her crotch orgasmically bucking as her brother's spurting prick creamily flooded her cunt.
For the rest of their climaxing ride together, Gina rocked to and fro on her knees, taking advantage of the dog-fucking position to milk her brother of every drop of his cum. By the time she'd thoroughly drained his balls her cunt was overflowing, the excess jizz dribbling down her inner thighs.
"Ooooh," Gina celebrated at the end of it, "I'm finally fucked. Soooo fucked! Thank you, Chuck, thank you for doing it to me soooo right! Guess I can't complain about you fucking somebody else before you did me if she was this good a teacher."
Chuck grinned to himself when he heard that. For he couldn't help but wonder what their mother would think if she ever found out that he'd used what he learned from her to take Gina's cherry. Not, of course, that he'd ever really want to know. That would be like sitting on a keg of dynamite and lighting the fuse. Same the other way around if Gina ever found out the truth . . .
"Hey, Chuck, snap out of it. Say something. A girl likes to get just a little feedback from a guy after she's fucked her tail off for him, you know."
"Just can't believe what a super piece of ass you are, Sis, that's all," Chuck answered with what he hoped were the right words.
But Gina was suspicious, suggesting: "No, that isn't it. You're thinking about that old bitch you fucked before me. Said I'd make you forget her, but I haven't. You're comparing me to her."
Chuck didn't know whether to lie and deny it or tell the truth and admit it. Warily, he waited in anxious silence to find out how much his sister would force the issue.
"It's all right, Chuck. I can handle it. 'Cause if you're still thinking about her, then that gives me another chance to prove once and for all that I'm a better piece of ass for you than she was."
Chuck's cock had never left Gina's cunt. And whatever hardness it had lost she now restored with her rippling pussy muscles. So within moments brother and sister were dog-fucking all over again, even harder than they had the first time.
Chapter Three
Carol Dayton suspected something without any real proof. It was just in the air. Something about her daughter. There was a certain spring in Gina's step that hadn't been there before, and a funny little way she seemed to be smiling to herself.
"So what am I worried about?" Carol asked herself. "Gina's obviously happy about something, and I ought to leave it at that. She'll tell me what it is when she's ready."
And indeed Carol did forget about it for a while, as she went on with her daily routine of housework. But then, in the course of sorting through the dirty laundry to be washed, Carol made a discovery which would turn her into a detective on her daughter's case.
"What're Gina's sheets doing in the hamper?" she wondered aloud, pulling out a crumpled wad of pink bedding. "Why, that girl's never changed her own bed in her life that I can remember. What's come over her?"
Maybe, Carol thought, Gina had started her period in the middle of the night without sufficient protection. And when the sheets were shaken out that seemed to be the case, for they were splattered with dried blood. Then, however, Carol looked more closely-at the other stains.
"No, it can't be," Carol muttered at first, trying to deny the evidence. But how could she ignore it when the same kind of stains had needed to be washed out of her own sheets throughout so many years of married life? Not to mention just recently, after her secret afternoon fuck with her own son.
The test was smelling them. If it was what she sensed it was but hoped it wasn't, there would be that lingering scent that every female who was no longer a virgin could instantly recognize. And her wrinkling nose didn't leave any doubt.
"Cum," Carol gulped in a hush. "Some boy's cum on my little girl's sheets."
And with the blood stains that went along with the traces of jizz, it could only add up to one thing.
"Gina lost her cherry, right here in this very house. Lost it sometime in the last couple of days," Carol realized just barely aloud, listening to her own voice as if it were somebody else telling her this shocking information.
So, that was why her daughter was practically walking around on air. What else could it be? Carol had never previously put any stock in the claim that you could tell whether a girl wasn't a virgin by the way she walked, but now the truth of that old saying seemed glaringly accurate.
Then, having made up her mind that her daughter had definitely gone all the way, Carol had two questions in the forefront of her reeling mind. The first was the obvious one that any mother would ask about her wayward daughter -namely, who was the boy? But the second was far less typical. And was the one which Carol now listened to herself ask aloud.
"When Gina fucked that boy . . . did she . . . come?"
And just after Carol uttered these words, who should walk through the front door but the very object of her burning curiosity.
"Mom, you here?" Gina called.
Still clutching the telltale sheets, Carol emerged into the open and tried to act calm. "What're you doing home from school, honey, at this time of day?"
"Spring fever, I guess," Gina sighed. "Couldn't concentrate on a thing, so I faked some cramps and got a note from the nurse. Don't worry, it's just for today. I won't make a habit of cutting classes."
"Are you sure it's just spring fever, young lady?"
"Okay, Mom," Gina defensively answered, "why don't you just accuse me of whatever it is you're thinking and get it over with?"
At this point Carol glanced down at the stained sheets, realizing for the first time in the mother-daughter confrontation that she still had them bunched in her grasp. And, of course, to call them to Gina's attention would be forcing the issue in a way which Carol had not previously believed she had the courage to do, but now seemed unavoidable.
So, taking a deep breath to brace herself, Carol went through with it. "What about these, young lady?"
The sheets were unfurled, splattered with dried blood and jizz like an open book which told the tale of Gina's lost virginity. Presented with such damning evidence by her mother, the cornered teenager had no way to deny her guilt.
"Yes," a sheepish Gina now admitted in a hush, "it happened, Mom. Just what you think." But then, steeling her will, Gina deter-mindedly added: "But no matter what you say or do to me, I won't tell you who the boy was."
Carol, however, didn't press this particular point. The boy's identity, she was honest enough to admit to herself, was not what most aroused her curiosity about her daughter's first fuck.
"Gina, baby, it's not the boy I'm interested in," Carol panted in a rush. "It's you. I understand that there has to be a first time for every girl. But when it's my own little girl, I want to be sure . . . well, that it was everything it should have been for you. What I'm trying to say is . . . well, d-did you . . . ?"
Gina got the message, a sexy grin spreading, across her angelic features before she boldly revealed: "I sure did, Mom, if you mean whether I came. Those aren't just his cum-stains all over my sheets. A lot of them are mine, too."
And Carol couldn't hold back her wistful response. "Oh, you lucky girl. I had to wait for years before I finally felt anything-the way I was supposed to."
"All these years," Gina said with surprise, yet sympathetically, anxious for this most personal mother-daughter exchange to continue now that the ice had been broken between them, "and daddy just got around to making you come, Mom?"
"It wasn't your father who finally got me here," Carol revealed. "And don't ask me who. I've got my secrets to keep, too, same as you. Wish you'd tell me, though, how you were ready to come so soon when I had to wait so long. I can't go back and be your age again. But just the same, I can't help wanting to find out what I did wrong."
"Gee, Mom," Gina giggled, "now you've got me feeling like I'm the one who's all grown up and you're the kid. But if you really wanna know ..."
"Please, darling."
"Okay, only promise not to be too shocked," Gina said. "Because before I lost my cherry to a boy, I'd been coming since junior high with my girlfriends."
Carol gulped: "Then you ... ?"
"Love pussy," Gina openly confessed. "Mom, I'm telling you, if you've never tried it, then you're really missing something."
"B-but who," Carol stammered, "would I ever find to do anything like that with?"
And now Gina looked at her mother in a way that could only be described as undressing her with her eyes. "Mom, is that just a question, or a come-on?"
"I-I dunno," Carol choked. "G-guess I'm leaving that up to you, darling."
"Then, mmmm, I can't resist, Mom," Gina steamily replied. "I'm taking you up on it. This is your last chance to back off, 'cause once I get your clothes off, I'm so horny that I'll rape you if I have to.'
And once again Carol was murmuring: "Please, darling."
So Gina went to work on stripping her anxious mother. She did it while she was leading her into the nearest bedroom. By the time they'd arrived, Carol was down to just her bra and panties, the latter drenched with the juice from her hopelessly aroused cunt.
"I like to take the last two things off nice 'n' slow," Gina seductively explained as she coaxed her mother onto the bed. "Just relax and enjoy it, Mom. I'll turn you into a dyke for the afternoon in no time."
Then Gina was nuzzling her face between her mother's spreading legs. Her technique turned out to be practically sucking the panties off a targeted cunt. And, at the same time, her hands were up inside the bra, massaging Carol's tits.
"You can come anytime you're ready, Mom," Gina soon slurped with a mouthful of nylon and pussy hair, and her hands full of tit.
And, in reaction, Carol guessed that she must have been bi all these years without ever realizing it until now. Because it was so easy for her to trigger the wettest possible orgasm at will that she felt almost as if she were abruptly pissing in her daughter's hungry mouth.
Gina was a pussy-eating expert. The more cum that oozed for her, the more she went after it with her wriggling tongue and irresistible suction.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry!" Carol gasped with sudden embarrassment. "I didn't mean to piss. It was an accident ..."
"No accident, Mom," Gina thirstily gurgled. "I made you do it on purpose. Nothing sweeter than cum-flavored piss from a pussy that I've sucked so much that it just has to explode for me."
It was the first time that Carol had ever had any idea that her piss could be a turn-on to another person. The discovery thrilled her, causing her to strain from within so her golden shower continued for as long as she could make it flow. The best part, though, was that while she pissed in her daughter's mouth she kept coming, too.
"Ooooh," she moaned when she was thoroughly drained, "I've never felt so much like a woman before. Thank you, Gina, thank you for teaching me."
Gina, however, wasn't resting on her laurels. "Mom," she said, bobbing up from between Carol's legs with a slobbering grin, "your education is only just beginning."
Then she finally peeled away her mother's rumpled bra and sopping panties, saying that she didn't want anybody in bed with her to have any more clothes on than herself-which, as soon as she could get hers off, was about to be none.
And so a wide-eyed Carol watched Gina transform herself into a naked goddess. Her daughter, Carol realized as that succulent teenage body was revealed, had to be the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen.
"If I was a man," Carol breathlessly gusted when Gina was stark naked above her, "I'd have such a hard-on for you, darling."
"Right now your stiff clit'll do for me just dandy," Gina teased. "Just like mine'll do for you. That is, if your favorite number is the same as mine is, Mom."
"Sixty-nine?" Carol anxiously panted in reply.
"Mmmm-hmmmm."
Then Gina assumed a straddling position on top. Facing her mother's hairy crotch at one end, she cast the shadow of her own wispy cunt across Carol's features at the other end.
"Ready, Mom?"
"Like I've been waiting ever since you were born for this to happen, darling!"
"Then we've both waited long enough."
The mouths of mother and daughter sealed pussy simultaneously. And next, both tongues were expertly probing. Carol knew exactly what to do with Gina's cunt, because she just copied everything her little girl was doing to her own pussy.
So, when Gina came, Carol kept pace and automatically did, too. It was the first female cum that Carol had ever tasted, and she immediately knew that from here on in she was hooked on its exquisite flavor. She couldn't get enough of her daughter's delicious orgasmic flow.
Soon, however, Gina was giving her mother more than just pussy juice to drink. For the teenager's sucked cunt had just sprung a gushing leak that could only be one hot, steaming thing.
Piss, Carol excitedly thought on the receiving end of the scalding eruption from her daughter's cunt. Gina was pissing in her mouth. And, although she herself had previously been drained of what she'd believed then was every drop she had to offer of liquid gold, Carol bore down and successfully produced a fresh supply of piss down her little girl's eagerly gulping throat.
Only when they had swabbed one another's sloppy cunt until their tongues were sore did mother and daughter finally unravel from their lesbian sixty-nine. But rather than this signaling the end of the action, it was clearly the bridge to what promised to be an even more passionate phase.
"What next, darling?" Carol asked with burning anticipation. "I won't be satisfied until you teach me everything there is to know about what you and I can do together."
"Thought you'd never ask, Mom," Gina teased. "Wait right here, and I'll be right back with something your cunt absolutely won't be able to resist."
They were in her parents' bedroom, so now Gina scampered briefly off to her own. When she returned, she was devilishly grinning and hiding something behind her back.
"Close your eyes, Mom," Gina chuckled. "Wanna surprise you like it's Christmas morning."
Breathless with suspense, Carol waited in temporary darkness. Then she could tell that her daughter was back on the bed and begged to see what Gina had for her.
"Feel first, Mom. See if you can guess what I've got for you before you look."
Carol's hand was guided toward something which was long, stiff and thick around with a chunky knob capping its rigid length. There was only one thing on earth it could possibly call to her mind.
"My God!" she blurted. "Gina, am I imagining things, or is this really what it feels like?"
"Open your eyes now, Mom, and see for yourself."
Carol blinked and focused on the incredible sight before her. She'd had no idea such a thing could exist if it wasn't connected to a male crotch.
"That's right, Mom," Gina declared. "It's a cock. Our cock! A cock for fucking both our pussies."
And that was when Carol noticed that there was one of those chunky knobs at each end of the spectacular device.
"They call it a dildo, Mom," Gina explained. "My girlfriends and I have been sending away for them from the ads in the backs of those magazines everybody's dad reads, so we can fuck each other with them. Most of them one girl straps on and does it to another, but this is my favorite. Two-ways."
"Oh, you horny little bitch," Carol sighed with glowing pride in her daughter. "How was I ever lucky enough to raise you into such a gorgeous cunt of a girl when I didn't even know as much as how to come, myself?"
"Look at it this way, Mom," Gina tried to explain it, "instead of like mother like daughter, the usual way, it just turned out the opposite for us."
"Mmmm, all I know is that I'll take it any way I can get it if it means us fucking each other with our cock," Carol swooned, reaching out to yearningly stroke the sleek length of the double-headed dildo.
"Then let me put your half into your pussy first, Mom," Gina suggested. "Can't wait to see how it fits you."
Carol promptly spread her legs and fingered her pussy lips apart. And next, holding the dildo like a knife, Gina stabbed several of its thick inches into her mother's waiting cunt gash.
"Ooooh, feels so hard, so big in my cunt," Carol lilted.
"That's just the beginning, Mom," Gina said with a twinkle in her eye. "Now get up on your knees and look down at yourself."
Carol did as she was told, her eyes immediately popping when she saw the result. For the part of the dildo lodged within her pussy was only half the story. The rest was the jutting length outside her cunt, which blossomed from her crotch in the form of a female hard-on.
"Well, so what's it feel like to be hung now with as much cock between your legs as any stud, Mom?" Gina giggled.
"Fantastic!" Carol crowed. "Stud is right! All I need is the pussy to fuck to prove it!"
"You've got it!"
Gina bobbed up on all fours in front of her hung mother, spreading her cunt from the rear between her asscheeks.
"That's right, Mom, dog-fuck me! It's how I like it best!"
Only too eager to honor her daughter's horny request, Carol took cock in hand and guided the exposed head into the juicy slit of those teenage pussy lips. At first she explored, moistening the tool's blunt tip with Gina's dewy nectar by brushing it from clit to asshole. But then, setting her hips, Carol was ready to take the plunge.
Carol grunted, driving forward. And, as she heard her abruptly dog-fucked daughter moan with pleasure, she was listening to her own voice soar with equal delight.
"Just found out, huh, Mom?" Gina said, knowingly picking up on her mother's expression of surprised joy. "That when you fuck somebody with a two-way dildo, while you're jamming it up her cunt the other end automatically does the same thing in your own pussy. Probably should've warned you how good it'd feel, but I wanted your mind to get blown when you got fucked back as much as you're fucking me."
"Mmmm, I'm getting used to it awfully fast," Carol answered. "Fast enough so I'm almost ready to come."
"Don't you dare without me coming too, Mom."
That said, Gina rocked back on her knees from her bitch-in-heat position. This powered one end of the dildo to the squishing depths of her mother's pussy, while making the other half recoil in her own pussy.
"One more time," Gina then urged. "Your turn to shove it now, Mom, and when you do we'll come together."
Carol steadied her hips again. And bucked them once more. The dildo reliably worked both ways as it was so flawlessly designed to do. And this time its two-way thrusting produced the double-bonus of simultaneous mother-daughter coming.
"How can anything feel so gooood?" Carol orgasmically cried.
"I'm with you all the way, Mom!" Gina agreed. "Nobody's ever made me come like you're making me come now!"
"And you couldn't have ever made anybody come the way I am, baby! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Gina lustily answered back in kind. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Mother and daughter picked up the pace. Their cock surging back and forth in their cunts, they came nonstop together. There was no spurting jizz, of course, as there would have been if one of them had been male, but enough pussy juice slobbered from each fucked cunt to more than make up for it.
And then there was something else about all-female fucking. For no spurting jizz also meant no hard-on being lost to the wear and tear of shooting a wad. A pair of pussies sharing a dildo could just go on and on and on. How long? Carol and Gina fucked each other for an hour. A solid-gold hour of continuous cock-thrusting action with the coming just as two-way as the dildo.
When they were finally finished, mother and daughter had fucked themselves into exhaustion. But before they collapsed in one another's arms, they treated themselves to some frosting on their cake. Each taking the half of the dildo that had been in the other's cunt, they deep-throated it from either end until their mouths met and they shared a kinky kiss to cap the action.
"Ooooh, Mom, we're so perfect together," Gina said. "From now on we're a team that can't be beat, that's all there is to it. Nothing can stop us!"
"Amen," sighed Carol in total agreement. "Wouldn't have it any other way. After today, couldn't stand it any other way. Tell me what you want, baby, and it's yours."
"Then you make the same promise to me, Mom."
"Done, darling, done."
Chapter Four
How could they not be completely honest with one another after the bliss they'd shared and the promises they'd made? It was only a matter of time before, cuddling in the nude, mother and daughter made searching eye-contact and . . .
"Mom," Gina nervously panted.
"Baby," Carol said at the same time, just as anxiously.
There was a long pause. Each could almost hear the gears clicking in the other's head.
"Looks like we've got some stuff to tell each other, huh, Mom?"
"Guess so, honey."
"Okay, Mom, I'll go first. This is the toughest thing I've ever had to tell anybody. But I know you'll understand. You just have to. 'Cause after the way we sucked and fucked, keeping a secret like this from you would be even harder than going ahead and telling you."
"Whatever it is, Gina baby," mother promised daughter, "you can trust me. With anything. You can count on me just like I know I can count on you."
"It-it's about the boy who f-fucked me," Gina stammered. "He wasn't just anybody ..."
Carol's eyebrows shot up. She'd just had a sixth sense she somehow knew what her daughter was about to tell her. And, if she was right, it was the very same thing that she in turn was getting up the courage to tell Gina.
"No, don't go first after all," Carol hurriedly suggested before Gina continued. "Let's tell each other what's on our minds at the same time. Get it all out in the open the way we've done everything else today-together."
"Gee, Mom," Gina warily answered. "I almost have the feeling that you've already read my mind."
"Think you'll know why in a second."
Mother and daughter then took deep breaths, and next . . .
"I fucked Chuck!"
They'd blurted it out together.
"S-so you're the older woman," Gina gulped. "The one he's been bragging about."
"B-bragging? To who?" an abruptly shaken Carol gasped back upon hearing of her son's wagging tongue. "Why, that little idiot. Doesn't he have any more sense than that?"
"Don't worry, Mom," Gina answered, seeming to gain strength to make up for Carol temporarily losing her cool. "All any of those morons Chuck hangs out with at the video arcade know is that he got lucky with somebody's mom-they're too dumb to ever guess it's his own. And even Chuck's not dumb enough to give them any more hints. I overheard it all, and, believe me, you're the last one I'd have ever suspected to be jealous of."
"Jealous?"
"Sure, Mom, that's why I decided to finally get Chuck into my pants. When I found out he'd been screwing somebody else, I figured I'd better hurry up and have my turn. Ever since I was a little girl I've had a crush on him. Just wouldn't be the same if anybody else took my cherry."
"And ... are you still jealous of that so-called older woman, now that you know she's me?" mother anxiously asked daughter.
"Oh, Mom, how could I be?" Gina replied with ringing sincerity. "You made it so easy for me to follow in your footsteps. After what you taught Chuck about fucking, he came through for me like a total stud. He was perfect, thanks to you."
"Yeah, suppose I did do a pretty good job on that boy at that," Carol sighed, relaxing now that all the loose ends of the incestuous triangle between her and her children seemed satisfactorily tied up. "I knew he must still be cherry, but by the time it was over, I had him fucking me so good that I felt like I was the virgin ... if you know what I mean."
"Then that was the first time you ever came, Mom? With Chuck?" Gina asked.
"Better, mmm, late than never," Carol said, still sighing. "And the best part is looking forward to making up for all that lost time, thanks to my sexy kids. Your brother to begin with, and now you, Gina. I used to be just your mother, but it's a whole lot nicer being your cunt."
"Oh, Mom, you've just given me the most super idea! Can't believe we didn't think of it already. Just wait'11 you hear it ... "
So Carol listened to her bubbling daughter, with Gina at her most convincing. The latter's brainstorm was simply too enticing to pass up. For incest was one of those things which just naturally grew from its own nourishment. Meaning, in the Dayton family, if mother and son had fucked, then sister and brother, followed by mother and daughter, the next logical step had to be ... .
"Why not?" Carol excitedly agreed. "Let's do it! Just tell me when."
"Tonight, Mom. It can't miss." * * * The thing about fucking, Chuck Dayton had discovered this evening, was that once a guy scored some pussy, he was horny all the time for more. And Chuck had been so sure that he'd be able to get into either his sister's or his mother's hot pants tonight. It had seemed perfect with his dad out of town on business and him alone in the house with those two cunts. He ought to have been able to sweet-talk one or the other of them into getting together in her room later.
But it hadn't worked out that way for Chuck. His mom and sis both gave him excuses. One was supposed to be on her period, the other said she had a headache. So finally Chuck went off to bed in frustration, counting on at least a wet dream to put him out of his misery.
He had perfected the technique when he was still cherry, jacking off just short of shooting his wad and then burying his head under the pillow to lull himself to sleep with the dirtiest thoughts he could manage. Tonight's were the choicest he'd ever had, now that he had actual experience on which to base them. Namely, if he'd fucked his mom and sis in real life, why not combine the two in his mind for the wettest dream ever?
It worked. Soon Chuck was sound asleep, yet throbbingly alert in an erotic sense on the threshold of his dream. And then, out of a mist, his sister appeared to him. She was naked, all eyes for Chuck's waiting hard-on.
"Oh, stud," Gina hornily said to him, "I'm just as thirsty as a girl can be for some of your hot, sweet jizz. Just have to suck your cock so you come in my mouth before I do another thing."
"Then how about sifting on my face at the same time you go down on my cock, Sis?" Chuck suggested. "So I can eat your pussy while you've giving me that blow-job. We can sixty-nine our way into the mood for some fucking afterward."
But, before Gina could answer, there was a sudden interruption. "Hey, you kids, not so fast. You're not the only ones who're horny in this family, you know."
Chuck looked over and saw his naked mother emerging from his misty dreamscape. In response, his hard-on twanged a little extra bit and he licked his lips.
"If your sister's going to suck you off," Carol Dayton said to her son, "at least I ought to get to be the one who sits on your face. No fair for Gina to keep you all to yourself when I'm just as hot as she is."
"Oh, Mom, you're so cute when you're turned on," Gina teased. "Go ahead, be my guest. Feed Chuck your hairy pussy all you want while I fuck my mouth with his big cock."
Then, as his dream flashed forward, the next thing Chuck knew he was pinned down by his sister and mother. The latter's pussy had just sealed his immediately slurping mouth, while down at his crotch Gina had just deep-throated every inch of his boner.
It didn't get any better than this, Chuck thought, his tongue and cock thrusting with arousal. For, at this point, the threesome seemed vibrantly real to him.
For example, there was his mother's pussy on his face. Its hairy bush actually tickled Chuck's nose. And when he dreamed that his mother was coming, he had to swallow extra hard to keep up with the oozing flow of pussy juice.
Then there was Gina's blow-job at the other end of the action. It was lubed with so much female spit that Chuck felt the excess dribbling down onto his balls and into the crack of his ass. He was going to shoot a wad and a half, he anticipated.
Indeed, as the tide rapidly rose in his grinding loins, there was only one thing keeping Chuck from letting his cock erupt in his sister's mouth as soon as possible. And that was a warning from somewhere in the back of his spinning brain reminding him of the bottom line of a wet dream-which was that when he came, it was automatically over.
So Chuck held back as long as he could, feasting on his mother's juicy cunt and getting his cock sucked by his sister for as long as he could prolong the magic of having them both in his bed at the same time. But he was only human, awake or dreaming. And, inevitably, his cock would take on a mind of its own.
"Oooooh, shit," Chuck soon moaned, fighting the ecstasy of the agony of needing to come so bad he could almost taste his own jizz. "This is it."
His crotch bucked. He could feel the burning cum surging up the stem of his prick. And from the past experience of so many other wet dreams, he was reluctantly prepared to wake up alone in bed, tangled up in his own sticky sheets instead of female flesh.
Incredibly, even though his wad had just been shot, Chuck still found himself sucking and being sucked. He could swear he was awake, but yet the wet dream's detail stubbornly persisted. God, he could even hear what sounded like his sister gulping down his jizz. And the musky odor of his mother's cunt flavored every damp breath he took.
He felt his drained cock being released. Right after that, he was breathing fresh air instead of the pussy-scented variety. And, although there seemed to be moving shadows in the darkness, he guessed that they were simply the last traces of his dream as it finally faded away.
Except . . .
The click seemed as loud as a gunshot to Chuck, followed by the light from the lamp which had just been switched on, glaring as if dawn had just broken in his room. He blinked, desperately trying to focus.
"N-no!" he choked. "C-can't really be! Th-thought I was just dreaming."
"What's the matter, brother dear," Gina taunted, definitely in the flesh. "Mom and I too much for you when we're really in bed with you instead of only in your mind?"
Chuck continued to stammer with disbelief.
"Silly boy," his mother continued the taunting. "You should've known better than to think you could fuck us both without your sister and me reading each other's minds."
"Oh, Mom," Gina giggled, "give Chuck a break, or he'll think we're a couple of witches. Reading each other's minds had a lot less to do with it than sucking and fucking each other's pussies. No way we could've kept any secrets after the way we got it on like we did."
"Then . . . you t-two?" an awestruck Chuck muttered.
"And now us three, kiddo," sister answered brother. "In other words, you don't have to worry about mom and me finding out about each other, 'cause we already got tight on our own and then decided what to do about you in the bargain. Comes down to this ..."
Here Carol Dayton picked it up from her daughter. "You thought you were stud enough to play both ends against the middle with your sister and me ... "
"But," Gina finished, "do you have the balls to suck and fuck mom and me at the same time?"
"I was sure as hell just doing something like that, seems to me," Chuck defensively answered.
"Yeah, except then you thought it was only a wet dream," his mother reminded him.
Clearly it was time for Chuck to rebound from his astonishment and take charge if he intended to take advantage of what amounted to his dream come true. He didn't shrink from the task.
"Just show me where to put it," he spoke out strongly now, no longer merely reacting. "And I've got the hard-on to fuck whatever's in front of me."
"Mmmmmm, he just asked for it, didn't he?" Carol said to Gina, winking broadly.
Then, lining up before Chuck, his mother and sister were on all fours like a pair of bitches in heat for him, their cunts spread from the rear between their hoisted asscheeks. It was obvious, he was meant to realize, that he was expected to do more than take them on one after another as he'd previously assumed-fucking them both at the same time meant precisely that.
But Chuck vowed to himself, "I can do it. Just watch me prove to these bitches, I can fuckin' well do it to 'em."
The cunt he then filled with his surging boner to start the ball rolling? He didn't even know whose it was. Didn't care. For Chuck had closed his eyes, just blindly falling forward until he was root-deep in the first warm, wet pussy that swallowed his prick.
"Ooooh, goooood!" he heard from whoever was on the receiving end of his thrusting cock.
So now Chuck pulled out of the first pussy, groped with the head of his prick for the pussy alongside, and took another hiking plunge.
"Mmmmm, fantastic!" was the delighted female response. "Sooooo hard!"
Chuck knew he could do no wrong now. He had these cunts at his mercy, he had no doubt. And, to prove it, next he was going to start somebody coming so hard that she'd squeal like a stuck pig.
From one cunt to another he then went again. This time his thrusting cock corkscrewed on the way in. Chuck could feel the telltale female spasms the instant he was buried, willing to bet his life on what would happen next.
"Ahhhh!" the one he was fucking predictably screamed. "I'm coming up a storm!"
"Oh, that's what I want," the other one panted. "I've gotta come like that, too, just as quick as I can get that big, hard cock back up my horny cunt."
Chuck delivered. Pulling out of the pussy he'd already made come, he was promptly putting the fuckhole alongside it in the same orgasmic condition. Its climaxing owner also screamed, only to be quickly matched in volume by her rival for Chuck's cock who demanded more for herself.
From there it was a pattern of back and forth for the hung teenager's pistoning hard-on, as he alternated cock-strokes between pussies and had his simultaneously fucked sister and mother groaning in tandem from the way he kept them coming. Indeed, only one thing could stop Chuck. And now, after he'd been in perpetual motion, its inevitability suddenly seemed to grab hold of his balls like an invisible claw.
"Arrgghh," he blurted out, finding himself at the mercy of nature's urgent call. "Gonna . . . have to ... "
His mother and sister knew full well where he was at. And responded with their usual teamwork.
"Don't just come in one of our cunts," one of them called back.
"Shoot it all over both of us instead," added the other.
The pussy Chuck had happened to be currently fucking pulled away, leaving his hard-on in midair, twitching on the verge of eruption. Then Carol and Gina rolled over onto their backs, spreading their thighs side by side so their inside legs crossed one another.
"Now, stud!" they cried together. "Come for us! Come! Come!"
Finally reopening his eyes, Chuck didn't even need to touch his prick. Just looking at the horny way his naked mother and sister had lined up as twin targets was enough for his jizz to promptly erupt at this point.
The first creamy jet from his spurting cock traveled all the way to his mother's face, splattering her features so they seemed to melt around his broad grin. Then, with the next blast, Chuck was doing the same thing to his smiling sister.
"More! More!" Carol and Gina gurgled.
Chuck's cock kept firing liquid bullets of cum. Carol's tits were splashed, immediately followed by Gina's. Then Chuck's mother and sister were smearing his jizz all over their bare flesh, while his jism zigzagged down across their bellies toward their yawning crotches.
By the time it had reached cunt-level, Chuck's prick had slowed to a dribble. So now he used his stroking hand to milk the dregs from his balls, guiding slimy globs of cum between both sets of female thighs.
Where the jizz went, the rubbing fingertips of Carol and Gina were sure to follow. They'd smeared their tits, then their bellies, and now lathered their cunt with the last of Chuck's sticky jizz.
His supply of cum finally drained so his cock had fallen to half-mast, Chuck just stared in awe at his mother and sister. How they sparkled, as though their jizz-soaked bodies had been bathed with melted diamonds. Chuck would not have been able to imagine a more beautiful pair of creatures if his life had depended on it. However, Carol and Gina seemed to have a different opinion of their appearance.
"Oh, look at us, Mom," Gina sighed. "We're such a mess."
"Then the person responsible for it will just have to clean us up," Carol matter-of-factly stated. "That's only fair."
"Chuck," Gina called up to her brother, "you heard Mom. What're you gonna do about washing all your cum off us?"
Chuck was at a loss, not knowing if they were teasing him or what. Then he started getting the message.
"If he came all over us with his cock," his mother said to his sister, "he ought to be able to hose us down with it, too."
"Mmmmm, you know it, Mom," Gina enthusiastically agreed. "I'm ready for it if you are."
"But is your brother ready to do it to us? That's the main thing," Carol noted. "Use his cock to give us a nice, hot shower right here in bed."
"Jeez," Chuck gulped. "I swear it almost sounds like you want me to ... "
And they both eagerly nodded up at him.
"Piss on you," Chuck finished gulping.
He looked at his prick as it slanted downward, semi-hard. The he was holding it. Not with his right hand, though, for that was the one he used to jack off. And always, ever since he could remember, he'd pissed left-handed.
"Ahhh," Chuck groaned to signal his prick's latest eruption. "Feels almost as good as if I'm coming all over again."
But it wasn't Chuck's jizz which streamed down on his naked mother and sister. No guy, no matter how much of a stud, could come this wet. But, then again, a guy had to be a stud and a half to get a couple of bitches so horny that they wound up practically begging him to spray off the cum he'd already shot on them with his hot, steaming piss.
His golden shower started at their crotches, splashing their cunts so the cum washed into the cracks of their asses. Then Chuck drenched their bellies, and their tits after that. And finally he'd reached their faces, having soaked them by the time his cock was dripping like a leaky faucet over their open mouths.
However, although he'd pissed a flood, Chuck still wasn't finished with his mother and sister. For now it was his right hand clutching his prick in place of his left hand, his jack-off grip. And swiftly his hard-on had returned to total strength, with a fresh batch of jizz brewing in his balls.
"Now I'll leave the rest up to you two bitches," he announced when he was fully potent again. "My treat and your dessert."
Chuck's right hand left his jutting boner, instantly replaced by a licking pair of female tongues. His mother and sister would go on to give him a double-head. Of course, when he came in their faces again there was another sticky mess to be cleaned up. And this time they did it themselves, curling into a lesbian sixty-nine to piss on one another.
"Looks like it's gonna be longer night than I thought," Chuck would chuckle as he watched them wallow in their golden showers. And once more his left hand tugged at his stiffening cock, the pattern that had been set repeating itself as it would so many more times until this remarkable evening had run its course.
Chapter Five
"Good news, kids," Carol Dayton greeted her son and daughter when they came home from school that Friday afternoon. "Just got a telegram from your father and he's been held up out of town on business. Won't be back until after the weekend.- So we can do anything we want to without him in the way."
"Then let's make it something really special," Gina suggested. "Something even more than what we've already tried."
"Jeez, Sis, you know I'm ready for anything," Chuck said to his sister. "But what else can the three of us do to top ourselves?"
"That's just the point," Gina replied. "Why does it have to only stay the three of us?"
"Just so happens I've been sitting around the house all day thinking the exact same thing," Carol revealed.
"You two are crazy," Chuck said, but clearly he was willing to have his mind changed.
"Didn't you just say you're ready for anything, brother dear?" Gina teased. "Well, try this on for size and give me an honest answer. Besides mom and me, who else would you most like to fuck?"
And Carol, counting on her well-proven ability to read her daughter's mind, added to Gina's question by tacking on: "In the family?"
"That's right, Chuck, you heard mom," Gina confirmed. "She said exactly what I meant."
"Wow, sometimes," Chuck sighed, "dealing with you two's like taking on some kinda two-headed monster, the way you think exactly alike."
"Just answer," one of them said, and the other one finished, "the damned question."
Chuck rolled his eyes at them, then scratched his head. It became quickly apparent that someone had instantly come to mind whom he wanted to fuck, and equally apparent that he was reluctant to name her.
"Tell us," Carol and Gina demanded together as Chuck stalled.
Laugh Carol and Gina did, in spite of their promise. For, although Allison was in high school, the cousin for whom Chuck said he lusted could have passed on the street for a little girl still shy of her first period. She didn't even wear a bra yet. And her behavior was equally childish.
"Yeah, I know she acts real young," Chuck said, "but that's what turns me on about her. Can't help thinking that I'm the guy who could make the difference for her. After all, every girl's a virgin till somebody fucks her-just like you, Sis, before I fucked you."
Hearing herself compared with her flat-chested cousin made Gina scoff some more, but Carol came to Chuck's rescue, saying: "You know, there just might be something to this- in more ways than one. And I don't mean only about Allison, either."
"Well, if you threw in Lonnie for me, too," Gina playfully named her other cousin, "I just might listen. Always has beat me how such a zero as Allison could have such a hunk of a brother."
"That's exactly what I have in mind," Carol answered, completely serious.
"Say . . . this is really starting to get interesting," Gina said, after pausing to mentally catch up with the step or two her mother had temporarily been ahead of her. "Know I brought up this idea of branching out in the first place, but leave it to you, Mom, to take it over. So, keep talking-the suspense is killing me."
"Us," Chuck put in, letting their mother know he was just as ready to be caught up in the tide of her scheming as Gina.
"How about this, then?" Carol went on, now that her audience was on pins and needles. "Suppose, this weekend, we had your cousins over for dinner? After all, since their mother died they probably don't get too many home-cooked meals. And once they're here . . . well, anything can happen if we set our minds to making it happen."
"But Mom," Gina asked, "if it's me and Lonnie, Chuck and Allison, what about you? What's in it for you?"
"Your Uncle Hal," a chuckling Carol named her widowed brother, "ought to be just as hungry as his kids ... for a lot more than a home-cooked meal. Especially without a wife to take care of him anymore." * * * When they'd been growing up together, Carol had once walked in on her big brother Hal while he was jacking off. They'd never spoken of it to one another since, but she'd never forgotten it. For to this day, Hal had the biggest prick Carol had ever seen.
Indeed, over the years, she had occasionally wondered if the memory of her brother's throbbing hard-on might have something to do with her inability to come with her husband. Could be, Carol had reasoned over the years, her lack of response to Alex's eight inches was because she couldn't forget how Hal was hung even bigger. But now she had fucked Chuck and come, and he had a cock like his father's, so size couldn't be it. No, it had to be . . .
"Family," Carol could only conclude at this point. "Whoever I suck and fuck has to be my own flesh and blood or I can't come. And the only thing that ties me to Alex is just a piece of paper. I need more than that. First Chuck, then Gina, and now . . . Hal."
Well, there was no time like the present to prove her theory. For she and her brother were alone in the back bedroom. There was something she wanted to show him, she'd told Hal, luring him into the house away from their kids and the cookout in the yard.
"So what is it, Sis?" he uncomfortably asked.
Carol was encouraged by the obvious fact that he was nervous about being alone with her, aware of what it most likely meant. For, through all the years, Hal had been edgy in just her company ever since she'd caught him jacking off. Meaning that he probably hadn't forgotten the way she'd looked at his big, hard prick any more than she had.
"What I wanted to show you," Carol now answered her brother, "isn't anything new. In fact, it belongs to you in the first place. I'd just like to let you know, though, that I can give you one, too."
"One, uh, what, Sis?" a puzzled Hal asked.
"One of* mmmm, these," Carol cooed.
Without further hesitation, she boldly dropped her hand to her brother's crotch and began to rub. Hal expressed his disbelief. But, nevertheless, his cock responded with instant arousal to his sister's stimulating touch. What she intended to give him was now a throbbing fact-a raging hard-on.
"The last time I saw you with your prick stiff, it was already that way when I walked in on you. Remember that?" purred Carol. "All those years ago, but it seems like only yesterday to me.
"Me, too," Hal said nervously.
"Ever since then," Carol continued, still purring and rubbing, "I've wondered if I could've given you that same kind of hard-on. Made your cock that hard all on account of me."
"B-but," Hal stammered even more helplessly, "you d-did."
"Mmmm, this I've got to hear," Carol coaxed.
"Th-that day," Hal gulped, "it was you . . . you I was thinking about when I was jacking off . . . was you all the time when we were kids."
"And since then?" Carol anxiously asked, while nudging down the zipper of her brother's swollen fly.
"When I fucked Elsie," Hal named his late wife, "sometimes I'd close my eyes and think I was fucking you, Carol, my own sister. And now that Elsie's dead, I'm back to where I started-jacking off like a kid, with my kid sister getting it up for me instead of my wife. Instead of missing Elsie, all I want is you, like I was never married in the first place. Makes me wonder just what kind of man I am."
"Pretty much the same kind of woman I am," Carol seductively murmured. "Fate's fate, Hal darling. So after all these years of trying to fight it, we might as well just give in and enjoy it."
She'd slumped to her knees before her brother as she spoke, unzipping his pants the rest of the way down in the process. And now her hand groped inside his shorts. When it emerged, her slender fingers were clutching a cock even bigger than the one she remembered.
"Ooooh," Carol breathlessly gusted, "you're hung a foot long if it's an inch. Didn't know there were cocks this huge!"
"That's what Elsie used to complain about," Hal wistfully sighed. "She hated it. Just did her duty."
"Well, I'm not complaining, and the only duty I've got is to make sure I'm woman enough for so much cock," Carol hungrily panted. "Like, can I suck the whole thing all the way to your balls? That's what I'm asking myself right now."
"N-nobody's ever been able to before," Hal self-consciously revealed. "Not even whores, no matter how much I pay them."
"Then somebody has to be first-and, God, how I want her to be me," vowed Carol.
And then her lips had closed around her brother's cockhead. It was almost the size of a fist, which meant that the cockshaft was nearly as thick as some people's wrists. But down Carol determinedly slurped, swallowing inch by inch.
"Elsie never got anywhere near this far," Hal said when his sister had sucked his cock halfway down. "Not any of those whores I hired to go down on me, either. It's already the deepest anybody's ever given me a blow-job, Sis, even if you quit now."
Quit? At the moment, Carol didn't even recognize the word. Half of her brother's giant cock was in her mouth and she was still breathing easy. Her throat had eagerly stretched to take as much more as there was to swallow, just like a cunt getting fucked. And down it, something throbbed in anticipation like an oral clit that would make her come if she could just reach it by sucking enough of Hal's cockmeat.
Carol slobbered with the effort of her increased suction. "Mmmm . . . ahhhh . . . "
"Sis, you're fantastic!" Hal declared. "You did it! Got my whole damned cock in your mouth when my wife and whores couldn't do it. Like you've been sucking me all our lives!"
Carol wanted to shout with pride, but couldn't, of course, without giving up several precious inches of her brother's matchless prick. But then she realized that she had an even better way to celebrate her deep-throating. For Hal's cockhead had just made rubbing contact with that phantom oral clit she'd previously sensed. And just like that, she was wonderfully coming.
"Damn, Sis, your mouth's starting to feel better than a cunt now," Hal rasped with mounting excitement. "Just got to fuck it as hard as I can."
He took her head, guiding it the way he would her hips if his prick had actually been in her pussy, turning her suction into rhythmic tugging and hauling that went beyond just a simple blow-job. He told her to let him know if he was going too far, but Carol's response was to spur him on even more. Grabbing his balls, she squeezed them so his cock would lurch with extra force down her throat and against her oral clit.
"Swear, almost seems like you're coming from me fucking you in the mouth, Sis," Hal croaked in awe.
Carol wanted very much for him to know at this point that she was indeed climaxing. How to show him? By reaching under her skirt with her free hand to rub her bubbling cunt through her sopping panties. By coating her fingers with the orgasmic flow, then lifting the sticky result all the way up to her brother's face for him to taste her cum.
Hal licked. He slurped. And, grinning broadly, he now knew.
"God, Sis, that's too sweet to be anything else," he stated with certainty. "Gotta be cum. Your sweet cum. You're coming from my cock fucking your mouth."
And having sampled Carol's cum, Hal immediately craved more. To get it he knelt to her level, then lowered her beneath him. From there his cock twisted in her throat, as the rest of his body swiveled on top of her. He wound up with his face at her crotch, lifting up her skirt with one hand and snatching her panties away with the other.
And there was her cunt, oozing at its parted lips like a hairy wound between Carol's sleek thighs. It excited Hal as much as if it had been the first cunt he'd ever seen.
"What a pussy," he panted, drooling almost as much as it did.
Then he took the plunge, sealing those pussy lips with the lips of his mouth and stabbed at the juicy center of his sister's cunt with his tongue. Immediately his taste buds were swamped with female cum, its flavor rushing to his brain and making his senses reel with sudden addiction.
"Cum . . . cum . . . cum," he gurgled in her sloppy cunt.
Then, all at once, it wasn't just his sister's cum that had Hal's attention. For, steadily sucking his prick at the other end of their sixty-nine, Carol had just brought his balls to a boil.
"Yeah," Hal croaked when he got the urgent message from between his legs. "Now it's my turn!"
A crotch-bucking instant later and his cock had erupted in a creamy torrent at the depths of his sister's fucked throat. And with the arrival of Hal's scalding cum-load, Carol matched his gushing flow slurp for slurp, swallowing as hard as he came.
"Never thought I'd find anybody who could suck my cock like this!" Hal whooped. "Even if I never fuck your pussy, Sis, doing it in your mouth'll be enough for me."
As much as she glowed with Hal's praise of her cock-sucking, however, Carol had no intention of stopping here.
"Don't even think about not giving me a cuntful of your cock," Carol playfully warned, abruptly releasing her oral grasp so unswallowed jizz dribbled down her chin. "I'll rape you, Hal, if that's what I have to do to get it."
And, in fact, even though her brother hardly needed to be forced into incest, Carol still couldn't resist taking charge anyway. For she'd just impatiently reared up beneath a startled Hal, upsetting the completed sixty-nine by rolling him and her over so she abruptly wound up on top of the action. Then, swinging her hips around in a half-circle, she was facing down at him while sitting astride his loins.
"Yes," she steamily decided, "think I'll go ahead and halfway rape you at that. Probably what I should've done all those years ago, that day I caught you jacking off. But better late than never."
She rubbed her hairy pussy flush with her brother's cock and balls. She was so wet that she could hear the juicy squishing from between her legs and smell the damp area of her arousal, too.
"Mmmm, thatta boy," she told her brother as if they were still kids. "Got it up real hard for me, don't you?"
Then Carol raised her crotch. And as she did Hal's rigid prick twanged at attention, standing, it seemed, in response to the magnetic attraction of her temporarily hoisted cunt.
"Now beg me, brother dear," Carol teased. "Beg me for it."
"Yeah, Sis, rape me," Hal called back up. "Rape my cock with your hot, fucking pussy!"
"You mean," Carol answered, abruptly fucking her slippery cunt down the pole of Hal's jutting prick, "like this?"
"Ooooh, all right, Sis," Hal groaned with pleasure, up to his balls now in Carol's tight, wet cunt. "Do it to me, do it. Fuck me, Sis! Fuck me hard!"
"Then hold on for the ride, lover," Carol panted back.
Her cunt promptly climbed back up Hal's cock, until only the cockhead was snagged between her pussy lips and pussy juice trickled down the heavily veined prickshaft. But next, again with brisk momentum, Carol fucked right back down.
"Ahhh, that's fucking me. Sis," Hal expressed his approval. "Up and down with your pussy on my prick . . . keep it going!"
"Couldn't stop now," Carol gusted. "if my life depended on it."
So now, with a pattern having been set, her cunt began rising and falling on her brother's standing prick to a steady, squishing beat. Then, in the middle of it, Carol started coming. And to keep the orgasmic vibrations rippling through her at peak intensity she was playing with her own tits, knowing how anything affecting them went straight to her pussy.
"Mmmm, I'm flying now!" she cried. "Just wish I could get something in my ass to get me even higher. That'd really get me all the way over the top-coming so hard I couldn't stand it."
"Leave it to me," Hal volunteered.
"My ass is yours," Carol excitedly rasped, sliding her cunt back down her brother's cock so he could grab a handful of each of her plump asscheeks. "Ooooh, when you do that to my asscheeks it makes 'em feel almost like I've got another set of titties down there. Yes, bruise me, Hal, leave some marks so my sore ass'11 have you written all over it."
"I'll do more than that, Sis, if you think you're ready for it," Hal offered.
"I'm ready for anything! Anything and everything you want to do to my ass, stud!" cried Carol.
So now, after having left his bruising marks on he squeezed ass, Hal moved to go even farther. Rearing up as his sister had previously done, he arose from beneath the action with rolling strength, his cock leaving Carol's cunt as he bounded up on his knees and dumped her on the bed.
"Now you're raping me, aren't you?" Carol bubbled with eager anticipation.
"And you know where, Sis!"
Hal grabbed his sister's legs and bent them all the way back over her head to jackknife her naked body. This raised and parted Carol's ass-cheeks so she seemed to become all butt. And there in the hairy split of her yawning ass was the dusky pucker of her tightest opening, throbbingly waiting for something deep and hard to happen to it.
"I'm gonna fuck you up your ass, Sis. You're the only woman who could ever take my big cock down there."
"No," Carol croaked, sounding at first as if she were calling her brother off. But then she wildly added: "Not just fuck me in the ass, stud, rape my ass!"
"That's my girl," Hal said, setting his hips while he aimed his huge prick like a deadly weapon toward the beckoning target of his sister's shitpit. "Hold on then, this is it!"
His crotch violently bucked, powering his brutally thrusting boner into the narrow tunnel. On impact Carol squealed with pain, then was openly sobbing in helpless agony when Hal's battering ram was fucked its full twelve inches deep within her ass.
"Oh, my God, didn't know it'd hurt this much," Carol tearfully choked. "Didn't know getting fucked in my ass would be like being ripped in two."
"Didn't know what it'd be like?" Hal said with surprise, having assumed until now that his sister had taken cocks up her ass before. "That mean, Sis, you're trying to tell me that your ass is ... "
"Cherry," whimpered Carol.
"Jesus, Sis, I didn't have any idea," Hal gulped. "You're so horny I just figured there wasn't anything you hadn't already done. Hey, listen, don't worry, I know when to back off."
But, suddenly, Carol's voice was strong and clear with fierce determination. "Back off? Don't you dare! Keep fucking my cherry asshole hard as you can or I'll never forgive you."
And next she was rocking her hips with reckless abandon, forcing her brother's massive cock to pump in her ass channel. At first Hal remained unconvinced that she was up to taking so much of his cockmeat in such a narrow space, but then Carol had changed his mind with that bottom-line response which told a man he was doing exactly what a woman wanted him to do to her.
"I'm coming!" she orgasmically crowed. "Yes, what coming! Don't let me stop until you've come too, from fucking my ass, Hal!"
So Hal cast aside his doubts and jack-hammered her ass. And with every cock-thrust Carol pushed back, fucking back as mightily as she was fucked. The result was swiftly inevitable. With this brand of tugging, hauling friction, Hal had only brief moments remaining until the dam between his legs burst wide open with a flood of the hottest, thickest jizz he'd ever come.
"Oh, take it, Sis, take it," he groaned while his spurting prick swamped Carol's deeply fucked ass. "Nobody's ever gotten me off like you do. My cock was just made for your mouth, your cunt and now, most of all, your ass!"
"But," Carol managed to tease despite her orgasmic roller coaster ride, "just in case, maybe you'd better fuck me all three ways all over again, just to make sure."
"Damn, Sis, they don't make 'em any hornier than you," Hal said in awe.
"Flattery'11 get you everywhere, brother dear."
And so, within moments, Hal's cock was fresh out of Carol's fucked asshole and back again in her sucking mouth. The farthest thing from his mind at this point was the cookout he'd been invited to. However, even in her nonstop ecstasy, Carol hadn't forgotten it. And she had no doubt whatsoever that her son and daughter were more than taking care of the other guests.
Chapter Six
"Gee," the pint-sized girl gulped, flinching as she spoke, "there it goes again. Are you sure that's not coming from inside your house?"
"Yeah, sure sounds like it to me," the girl's brother noted.
"But Lonnie and Allison, that'd mean your dad and our mom are making all the racket," Gina pointed out to her cousins, which, of course, she knew to be actually the case. Then Gina lied. "Believe me, it's the neighbors. Wind picks up the sound from their house and makes it seem like it's coming from ours. Every weekend they carry on this way. Just ask Chuck."
Picking up on Gina's cue, Chuck Dayton said: "Oh, they're a wild bunch over there all right. Could be up to just about anything."
In reality, the neighbors were an elderly couple in their seventies who rarely did anything more exciting than weed their garden. However, Gina and Chuck's thinly veiled hints that there were swingers next door had taken in their cousins completely.
"You mean," Allison squeaked in her childish voice, "that they're . . . well, you know . . . over there?"
"Sure sounds that way, doesn't it?" Chuck said, stringing her along.
"But," Allison continued in her piping, wide-eyed fashion, "have you ever really gone over there and seen anything?"
"Like, uh, what?" Chuck smirked.
"Oh, don't make me say anything nasty," Allison giggled, blushing.
"But you wouldn't mind taking a little peek, right?" Chuck needled.
Allison blushed an even deeper shade of red. But she didn't deny that her curiosity about the supposed activity next door extended to wanting to see it with her own eyes.
"Well, let's go then," Chuck said, grabbing her hand. "Maybe we'll get lucky."
He whisked Allison away before she could think better of it, leaving Gina and cousin Lonnie behind to tend to the cookout. And now those two were facing each other over the sizzling grill, adjusting to being suddenly alone together.
Gina spoke first, ready to start working fast. "I'm glad they're gone, Lonnie. Gives us at least a little bit of time all by ourselves."
"For, uh, what?" Lonnie warily said, unable to keep from noticing that his cousin's eyes had begun to smolder almost as much as the coals in the fire smoking between them.
"So I can check out for myself the rumors I've been hearing about you," Gina answered with a sly grin. Then she named a couple of her girlfriends and told her cousin what they'd said about him. That a date with him was a night to remember.
"Well, I don't wanna brag," Lonnie answered, playing it by ear, "but, yeah, I guess I know how to show a girl a good time ... if she's willing."
"And just how do you know that's what she is?" Gina saucily asked.
"There are signs," Lonnie chuckled. "One way or another, the message gets across."
"You mean like, maybe, this?" Gina purred, circling around the grill to rub her body against her cousin's.
"I'd have to see more before I made up my mind for sure," Lonnie said.
"Then how about this?""
And now Gina had slumped to her knees before her startled cousin, at eye-level with his instantly bulging crotch.
"Made up your mind yet?" she teased. "Or do you want me to draw you a diagram?"
"I'm getting the message," Lonnie panted, trying to sound cool without much success. "But why don't you show me more anyway?"
Gina promptly unzipped his swollen fly. "How'm I doing so far?"
"Not as good as I think you're gonna get."
"Mmmm, how right you are."
Then Gina reached into her cousin's jeans and pulled out a handful of throbbing cock. And while there might have been bigger hard-ons around, this one would definitely test her ability to deep-throat the whole thing.
"Somebody else can have my steak," Gina now lilted, as the chops sizzled on the grill while she stroked Chuck's hard-on. "I'm hungry for this piece of meat right here."
"Yeah, baby," Lonnie drawled, starting to hit his macho stride now that he knew his cousin was as horny for him as any regular girl he dated. "Eat it raw."
Gina slurped down on her tasty prize without further hesitation. The flavor of Lonnie's prick, she immediately realized, was saltier than she was used to from her brother's prick. But this suited her just fine, making her even more eager to get her cousin coming as soon as possible in her mouth in order to satisfy her mounting thirst.
"All the way, baby, all the way to my balls. That's it," Lonnie urged. "Suck, suck the whole thing. Same as your girlfriends did when they copped my joint."
Gina bore down and swallowed the last couple of inches of prick, her nose now buried in her cousin's open fly so his hairy crotch tickled her nostrils. Then she grabbed hold of Lonnie's smooth, round balls and started pumping them to the same rhythm as she worked her cunt of a mouth around his prick.
"Shit, where've you been hiding all this time?" Lonnie said. "Word about a cock-sucker usually gets around school right away. You must be blowing guys on the other side of town, or I'd have already heard plenty about how you give head."
Gina had to laugh inside, thinking about what her cousin would say if he knew that the head she'd given before was just the same as she was giving it to him-strictly family-style. Well, if all went as planned, this and a whole lot more would be out in the open before the night was over.
In the meantime, though, there was her thirst for her cousin's hot, sweet jizz for Gina to satisfy. Doubling her mouth-fucking suction and her ball-squeezing pressure, she went after it now with all her skill.
"Oh, yeah, you want it, you little cock-sucker, don't you? Want it bad," Lonnie rasped. "Want a whole bellyful of my jizz." His crotch violently bucked. "Ahhhh, you got it, baby. All the jizz even a horny cock-sucker like you can drink!"
A river of scalding cum poured down Gina's throat, gushing with such force that she didn't even try to swallow it. And while feasting on the creamy flow, she reached under her skirt to rub her cunt through her panties so she could come right along with her jizz-shooting cousin.
"Oh, baby, you're my kinda chick," Lonnie said after she'd drained his balls. "Kinda chick who leaves my cock even harder after a blow-job than before I put it in her mouth in the first place."
He pulled out to show Gina what he meant. He hadn't exaggerated. Although dripping with the last of the jizz it had just shot, his hard-on jutted up from his loins at an even sharper angle than before.
"Gonna fuck you right now, no waiting,"
Lonnie declared. "Don't worry about the rest of your clothes. Just pull down your panties so I can get my prick in your cunt quick as we both want it there. If we hurry, we can be through fucking by the time my sister and your brother get back or our folks show up."
"Take me standing up?" Gina anxiously asked, loving the heated urgency of the situation as she stood.
"You got it, baby."
"Then you take off my panties for me and stick it in," Gina steamily urged.
Her cousin's hands were immediately under her skirt, peeling away her frilly bikinis to get at her bare cunt. And after briefly rubbing her cunt, Lonnie knew for sure just how hot and wet Gina was for a pussyful of his hard prick.
"Right now, you said," she impatiently reminded him. "Hurry, Lonnie, start fucking me while we're standing here."
And so, with her raised skirt caught between their abruptly joined loins, Gina shivered as Lonnie guided his cockhead at an uppercutting angle between her slobbering pussy lips. Then, shifting her weight to her hips, she turned the trick of all but sitting down on the entering prick while still on her feet.
"Mmmm, it's in me now," she murmured. "Your whole prick up my horny cunt, stud. I've never been fucked standing up before, but something tells me I'm gonna catch on real fast."
Then Gina started to move between her waist and her knees, jogging her cunt around Lonnie's prick. He, in turn, grabbed her ass, giving himself the leverage to thrust his crotch in reply.
"Ooooh, it feels so good to be fucked by you!" Gina swooned. "Hope you don't mind girls who come quick when they're being fucked right, 'cause I'm one of 'em."
"Be my guest, baby," Lonnie panted, stabbing to the depths of his cousin's cunt for emphasis.
"Then I'd better hold onto something so I won't fall down when I get weak in the knees from how hard I'm about to come," gasped Gina.
She flung her arms around Lonnie's neck. And hanging from him with her cunt impaled on the spike of his cock, she gave in to her abruptly exploding senses.
"Wow, I'm coming even better than I expected!" Gina bubbled, her hips orgasmically bumping and grinding.
"Bet you're the kinda chick who once she starts coming, she can't stop, huh?" Lonnie guessed.
"After I get going all I want is more. More coming and more than just a cock in my cunt. You know?"
Lonnie assured her: "Know you like a book, even though this is the first time I've ever balled you. Right now, you'd give just about anything if I'd do something to those hot little titties of yours, wouldn't you?"
"You read my mind as good as you fuck me," Gina rasped. "Now suck me, too."
Lonnie wasted no time. Ripping open Gina's blouse, he sent the buttons flying. Conveniently she wore no bra, her exposed tits throbbing at the nipples in anticipation of some slurping mouthwork.
"I've sucked bigger titties," Lonnie told her, "but none that looked any sweeter."
And next his lapping tongue was all over her tits, while his cock kept uppercutting into Gina's cunt down below. Clutching his neck, Gina was practically dangling at this point, but Lonnie was strong enough to support them both as they continued the action on their feet.
"More! More!" Gina begged. "Whatever you do to my tits goes right to my cunt and makes me come harder!"
Lonnie took a nipple in his mouth, his suction drawing it almost to his throat. Then his teeth snagged it, adding gentle pain to Gina's sensations.
"Yes, bite me, bite me," she groaned. "Make it hurt even better than it already does."
Lonnie clamped down on the captive nipple with increased pressure. And it hurt her so good that Gina couldn't help wanting it matched on her other tit.
"Pinch me now, too!" she recklessly told her cousin.
Lonnie's hand swiftly made contact with Gina's other tit. Seized between thumb and finger, this nipple was twisted around double, the pain every bit as exquisite as the other, bitten tit was enjoying.
"Arrgghhh," Gina whimpered with suffering joy, "you make me feel so used, Lonnie, so dirty."
"I can always make it even worse for you. Or the way you dig the rough stuff, ought to say make it better," Lonnie gurgled with a mouthful of chewed nipple. "Just give me the word, baby, and I'll hurt you so bad you won't be able to stand how good it makes you feel."
The word? What else could it be but Gina's constant theme, as she pleaded for: "More! More!! More!!!"
Lonnie poured it on with an erotic vengeance. It was amazing the things he could do while he was supporting his cousin's weight as well as his own, as though the opportunity to act out his native macho cruelty gave him the strength of two.
One of Gina's tits was bitten so Lonnie's teeth clicked together through the spongy flesh around the nipple. At the same time the other tit was mauled as if by a claw, gouging fingernails drawing blood as they wrenched that nipple like it might be ripped away. However, Lonnie's main weapon was still where it had always been-thrusting from between his legs.
His cock seemed to get bigger and harder with every surge it made in Gina's fucked cunt. Jackhammering cock-surges, endlessly repeated. Like Lonnie was a machine who'd been programmed to fuck like a stallion.
"G-gotta c-come," he stammered, as though he were embarrassed to admit he was only human.
Gina readily assured him, though, that his timing couldn't be better as far as she was concerned. "You must've been reading my mind again, stud. 'Cause my poor cunt is so thirsty for your cum that it's burning up. Quicker you shoot it, the better."
"Now soon enough for you, bitch?" Lonnie asked, back in his macho groove after finding out how much his cousin craved an immediate pussyful of his jizz.
"God, please!"
"Yeah!" Lonnie snorted, bucking his crotch with such power that Gina was lifted off her feet by the upwardly slanting thrust of his pussy-hilting prick. "Feel this load, bitch-the wettest, hottest one you'll ever take from a cock in your cunt."
He came with a continuously jetting stream, like he was creamily pissing his jizz into Gina's cunt. And responding to the torrent, Gina came some more herself, this orgasm seeming like a collection of highlights from all her previous climaxes.
"Ooooh, I'm losing control," she groaned, finally fucked into helplessness. "Feel like I'm falling . . . falling ..."
Gina felt like she was falling, it turned out, for the soundest possible reason-it was reality. For swamped with jizz, her slippery cunt could no longer keep its grip on her cousin's cock. And with the rest of her limp from nonstop coming, including her arms now dangling by her sides, Gina had just given way under the burden of her own dead weight.
Then, as she slumped to the grass, she imagined aloud: "Think I just landed on a cloud. Mmmm, how lucky can a girl get?"
Looking down on his cousin, Lonnie turned from macho to tender. For if they had balled their way to heaven on earth, then Gina was an angel. A fucked angel, with fresh jizz leaking from her swollen cunt into the crack of her ass as she floated on her cloud with her legs spread.
"Had plenty of chicks put out for me," Lonnie whispered, "but never anything like this. Piece of ass like this comes along maybe once in a lifetime-if you're lucky."
And right away, Lonnie realized that he had the hard-on and the urge to fuck his cousin all over again. So he knelt over her, prick in hand, clearing his throat to get her attention.
"Oh, yes," she dreamily sighed, seeing him there with more stiff cock for her. "Climb on my cloud with me, Lonnie. Then, instead of just floating, we'll take off and fly."
"Here I am," Lonnie answered, guiding his prick back into her slobbering pussy.
"Welcome aboard, stud," Gina lilted, wrapping her legs around him. "Now hang on for the ride."
She began rocking Lonnie in the cradle of her thighs, putting his tireless cock into motion within her slimy cunt. At first the leftover jizz from the previous fuck cut down on the friction, but then Gina squeezed her pussy muscles into an erotic noose that made her tight as a virgin.
"I'm comming!" she cried. "Can you believe it, Lonnie, coming so soon again already?"
And Lonnie could honestly only answer: "About the one thing I couldn't believe was if you weren't."
"Am I really that much of a cunt?"
"All the way."
"Then lucky me . . . lucky you . . . lucky us!"
Chapter Seven
Allison knew full well that people thought of her as a little kid who had somehow never grown up. But the truth they never suspected was that there was a whole lot more to her than met the eye. For although the rest of her body hadn't developed on schedule, where it mattered most she was at least as advanced as anybody else her age-between the legs.
They thought in gym that the reason she wouldn't shower with the other girls was because she was ashamed of her stunted body. The real reason, though, was just the opposite. Because, despite outward appearances, Allison had a cunt that was so hairy that nobody would have ever stopped staring at or talking about its remarkable contrast with the rest of her.
Not that Allison was in any way embarrassed by her stunning cunt. Indeed, her pussy was her pride and joy, tested often by her secret collection of dildos so it had been proved as deeply fuckable as it was hairy. The only reason she'd yet to put it on display was that she was waiting for just the right boy to officially take her cherry.
And tonight she was convinced she'd found him.
Her cousin Chuck had, of course, always been in Allison's life. But she'd never thought of him in quite this way before now. She guessed it had to do with the way he'd swept her away to go spy on the people next door. Suddenly, he seemed so dashing, as if he were daring her to respond to him as a woman instead of the little girl everyone else considered her to be.
"Would you mind if we didn't go next door, after all?" she asked Chuck when they'd left the cookout. "I'd rather just be all alone with you. That's why I really wanted to get away from Lonnie and Gina."
"Hey, same here," Chuck replied with a grin that couldn't help but warm Allison's pussy. "Let's go somewhere nice 'n' private. In the garage. Sit in the car and, uh, talk."
So, hand in hand, the cousins headed toward their new destination. Moments later they were just inches apart in the front seat of the Dayton family station wagon, unable to take their eyes off one another.
Chuck spoke first. "Say we'd gone over there, to the neighbors, and when we looked through their window they were ..."
"Fucking?" Allison boldly cut in, her voice sounding much older than her cousin had ever heard it before.
"Yeah," Chuck sighed in response to her surprising language, going with the flow, "fucking."
"Really wanna know what I would've done?" Allison teased.
"Better believe it."
"If I'd seen them fucking," Allison said, "no way I wouldn't have been jealous." "Jealous of what?"
"That," Allison steamily revealed, "it wasn't me with a cuntful of cock."
"Hey, you putting me on?"
"This answer your question?" she purred, lifting her pleated skirt above her spindly thighs.
And she kittenishly said: "Suppose I showed you my cunt? What do you think it'd look like?"
Chuck dodged the question, but honestly. "I've already got a hard-on for you. All you can do is turn me on even more."
"Then you show me what you've got for me first," Allison seductively suggested.
After his sessions with his mother and sister, Chuck was hardly shy anymore about proudly displaying how he was hung. So he snapped open his jeans, then inched them down with his shorts until his cock popped free and twanged rigidly in the open.
"Ooooh," Allison sighed. "It's beautiful."
"Now you," Chuck urged.
"With pleasure," Allison grinned.
However, she did not slip out of her panties to begin with as Chuck expected. Instead, her hands fluttered to her high-necked blouse and started there. She unbuttoned it, then let it fall down her slender shoulders. She wore no bra underneath. But that was because she had no use for one, being virtually titless. There were, though, band-aids stuck over her nipples.
"You're probably wondering about these," she giggled, glancing down at the patches on her flat chest. "Well, these are the only titties I've got."
Allison then peeled away the band-aids, making it clear why she needed them as much as she didn't require a bra. For her nipples were as fully developed as the rest of her tits weren't, as plump and red as ripe strawberries.
"You like?" she cooed, as confident of her body's hidden charms as the most obviously stacked of girls.
"More. Show me more," Chuck hornily requested, his jutting prick twitching while he spoke.
Allison sexily grinned, and had removed her skirt within seconds. Now only her panties were between her and total nudity. They were white cotton, the kind a little girl would wear. But when she inched them down . . .
"Wow!" Chuck blurted with astonishment. "Jeez, Allison! Where it counts, you really are a . .
"A woman!" Allison proudly stated, parting her skinny legs to showcase the lush treasure between them.
Her cunt was such a startling surprise that it had seemed to jump out at Chuck when he first saw it uncovered. Such an incredibly hairy cunt for such a little girl, or anybody-even hairier than Chuck's mother's cuntbush.
"Bet it grows all the way up into the crack of your butt, huh?" Chuck said in wonder.
"Sure, wanna see?" Allison willingly offered, more than anxious to show off her previously secret assets.
Drawing her knobby knees up against her titless chest, she reached down to pull apart her slight asscheeks. And in their yawning split the hair from her pussy curled like vines toward her shitpit, swirling in silky splendor around the throbbing pucker.
"Damn, Allison, your ass looks almost like another cunt!"
"Mmmm, I know. Feels that way, too," Allison steamily answered. "When I play with myself at home, I always do it up my butt along with my pussy."
"You mean finger-fucking yourself?" Chuck asked.
"Oh, I outgrew that a long time ago," Allison revealed. "I fuck my ass and pussy with a dildo."
"How big?"
"Big as I can get."
"Big," Chuck anxiously suggested, calling attention to his jutting hard-on, "as this?" "All the time. Every inch." "C-could I . . . " "Fuck me now?"
"P-please, Allison. You've got me so hot for you I can't stand it."
"Then where do you want to put it in me first?"
"Y-you mean ..."
"You can start by fucking me in either my pussy or my asshole, Chuck. It's up to you."
With this kind of offer made to him by Allison, Chuck was beside himself with excitement. For not even his mother and sister had opened up their asses to his prick.
"You wanna fuck me up the butt, don't you?" Allison said.
"I-I've never done it that way before," Chuck admitted.
"Then it'll be sorta like I'm taking your cherry," Allison teased. "Yes, Chuck, that's how I want you to fuck me for the first time, too. Your hard cock pushing straight into where I shit."
She was already in the perfect position for ass-fucking, her knees still drawn up against her flat chest so her hoisted asscheeks flared in hairy splendor. Taking most girls in the front seat of a car this way might have been difficult because of the cramped quarters. However, Allison was so small that there was plenty of room, her pint-sized body tailored for car-fucking.
So now, kneeling on the seat, Chuck anxiously guided his throbbing boner to the first asshole he'd be lucky enough to fuck. When he rubbed his cockhead against the dusky pucker, all that tickling hair made his hard-on tremble down the cockshaft to his abruptly clenching balls.
"Are you sure I can get it in you down there, Allison?" he asked, setting his hips to take the plunge. "Looks awful tight."
"Leave it to me," Allison confidently replied.
Then, devilishly grinning as she bore down from within, she purposely released a long, sighing fart. And her cousin could immediately see why. For the sweetly escaping wind widened her rear chute enough for Chuck's prick so that all he had to do was buck his crotch and . . .
"Ooooh, yes!" Allison joyously swooned with a sudden assful of her hung cousin's thrusting prick. "It's already better than any dildo!"
She began pushing back and rolling her hips for corkscrewing friction between ass and cock. How such a little girl could take so much of a guy's cockmeat up her ass was a mystery to Chuck, but he sure was glad he was the one whose mind she was blowing.
"When you said my asshole was like another pussy," Allison panted, "you were right as you could be. 'Cause when I'm getting it up the butt, I feel it right next door in my cunt. Especially my clit." "Then you're gonna come?" "Now soon enough for you?" And, as Allison orgasmically moaned, her frail body shook from head to toe from an abrupt climax. For such a little girl to come this hard was almost scary to watch, as if she might be trampled by her own runaway senses. However, Allison turned out to have the same greedy appetite for coming as Chuck was used to with his mom and sis-the more she got the more she wanted.
"Once I start coming, don't wanna stop," she panted. "I'm counting on you, stud, to keep it up for me until after you come, too."
When he'd been fucking his mother and sister, Chuck recalled, this kind of request had led to doing something to their tits. But with Allison there were none.
"My nipples ... my nipples," Allison then called up, guiding Chuck to what she did have on her otherwise flat chest. "They're all the titties I've got, but the way they make me feel, I wouldn't trade 'em for the biggest jugs in the world."
"They're like your ass, huh?" Chuck guessed. "Anything I do to 'em will go straight to your cunt."
"How'd you know?"
At this point Chuck was almost ready to tell her about his mother and sister, but then left it at: "You'll find out before tonight's over."
Taking her rigid nipples between thumbs and fingers, he pinched first and twisted next.
"Hurts sooo goooooood!" Allison squealed with approval. "Goes straight from up here to down there! Like a knife. Gonna have to do more than just come now."
And, once again, she proved what a remarkable girl she was. For Allison wasn't the slightest bit embarrassed about her body's natural functions. Indeed, she whooped with joy when her fucked ass and wired cunt both erupted with added forms of intense release.
"I'm not just coming now!" she cried. "Shitting and pissing, too! Shitting, pissing and coming, Chuck!"
Looking down, a startled Chuck could see her cunt's golden flow. It drenched his crotch, bathing his balls. What he couldn't see, though, was the real shocker. Because he could sure feel it. Feel that seeping slime around his ass-fucking cock. Shit. Hot, female shit. He'd actually fucked the shit out of his cousin. However, Allison wasn't through astonishing him yet.
"Out of my ass and into my cunt now!" she urgently requested. "Time for you to fuck my pussy as good as you've been fucking my butt!"
Chuck stammered: "B-but ..." He'd been going to say that his cock had to be filthy from Allison's shitty asshole. She couldn't want something like that in her pussy, could she?
"Yes," she declared, reading his mind again, "fuck my pussy with your shitty cock! Make me feel like I'm the dirtiest girl in the world!"
Chuck promptly forgot about anything except what she wanted. For, as far as he was concerned, she was exactly as she'd just described herself-the dirtiest girl in the world. Even dirtier than his horny mother. Dirtier than his horny sister. And for a boy Chuck's age, the dirtier sex was, the more he was under its magic spell.
So out of Allison's asshole he yanked his prick. And now he could see its condition. Like his cock had been dipped in hot fudge.
"Oh, hurry . . . hurry!" Allison impatiently called up. "My cunt's soooo ready to be fucked by your nasty cock, stud!"
Wasting no time, Chuck fucked into her welcoming pussy eight inches deep. In response, Allison wrapped her skinny legs around him, showing surprising strength as she rocked him in the cradle of her pipe-stem thighs.
She would keep chanting it until the wear and tear of so much friction had finally taken its toll on Chuck's cock. His cock, which now flexed in such a telltale fashion within Allison's tight pussy that even a girl who'd only previously fucked herself with jizzless dildos automatically knew what happened next.
So here, with mounting urgency, Allison changed her chant to: "Come! Come! Come!"
On cue, Chuck's hilted prick erupted deep in his cousin's cunt. "Don't know where I'm getting it all," he gasped, in awe of his own potency, his cum gushing in a continuous stream.
Allison, though, seemed to take a pussyful of this much jizz for granted, sighing: "Always knew it'd be like this when I finally got fucked by a real, live boy. That's why I waited so long to finally let anybody into my pants. Had to be someone that'd be the kind of stud a dirty little girl like me deserves."
"And you could tell that about me?" an intrigued Chuck asked, his cock now slowing to a dribble in his cousin's swamped pussy.
"Any girl worth her cunt knows when it's Mr. Right," Allison maintained. "Your mom and sis'd understand. Bet anything they're just like I am."
"Yeah, they sure are," Chuck heard himself say, and realized that he'd just made the decision to directly prepare his cousin for the rest of the night ahead instead of letting her find out gradually, as the original plan had been. "My mom and sis . . . well, they know what they want when it comes to their cunts."
"Oooh, how super!" Allison exclaimed. "Wish we were that open about sex at our house. But my mother would never tell me anything before she died. And my dad's so uptight about it ... "
"I mean more than just talking about it,"
Chuck pointedly interrupted. "Huh?"
"Like, uh, doing it." "Wh-what?"
"Just what it sounds like, Allison."
"Th-then?"
Slowly nodding, Chuck starkly stated to his ashen cousin: "My mom and sis, Allison? Yes, I've fucked them both."
And somehow managing to speak despite her stunned condition, Allison muttered, "Then you fucking me tonight has something to do with them, doesn't it? You're either trying to prove something ... or they put you up to it for some reason."
"The reason," Chuck said in a hush, "is what tonight's supposed to be all about the way mom, sis and I planned it. Not just you and me, either, Allison. Your dad and brother are already finding that out from my mom and sis."
"So daddy and Aunt Carol-those funny noises really were coming from inside your house? And Lonnie and Gina-when we left them by themselves?"
"Same as us, if things are on schedule," Chuck said.
At this point, Allison fell into what seemed like a trance. Chuck searched her glassy eyes for a clue as to what she might do, prepared to hold her down if she panicked and tried to bolt. But, instead of hysteria, she responded with a sighing grin as the color returned to her face.
"You all right now?" Chuck anxiously asked.
"No," she said, putting him back on guard. "Only thing that'll do now is doing it all. C'mon, let's go, I can't wait."
With surprising strength, Allison now squirmed free of her cousin's grasp. Opening the car door, she bounded out onto her feet, her previously pale skin flushed with glowing excitement.
"But what about your clothes?" Chuck noted.
"Who needs 'em?" Allison crowed. "To put 'em back on just so I have to take 'em off again? Things ought to be really cooking by now, and not just those steaks on the grill. Lonnie and Gina, my dad and your mom-if they've been fucking like us, they ought to be hot enough to be ready for the same thing as I am. Anything!"
Then the stark naked girl took her cousin's hand and they left the garage, as she led him back to the rest of the family the way he'd originally whisked her out of the yard. Well, Chuck thought, now it would be everyone else's turn to find out about the real Allison. And she was so charged up that he felt as if he were just along for the ride-which promised to be as wild as it could get.
Chapter Eight
Carol Dayton sighed with lingering pleasure as she rubbed her swollen, sticky cunt and asshole, thinking about how sensationally her hung brother had fucked her in both places before he ran out of cum. She'd have liked a repeat performance in either fuckhole, but, sprawled face down beside her on the bed, Hal was clearly exhausted for now.
So, temporarily out of action, Carol thought beyond herself and wondered how the kids were doing. Then, smelling the steaks burning from outside on the grill, she went to the window for a look as to why they'd gone untended. And through the hazy smoke she saw a discarded pink something that was enough to make her want to see more.
"Gina's panties," Carol murmured. "If she's out of those, then she must be into something good."
Putting on a robe, Carol slipped out of the bedroom without Hal noticing. She was headed toward the kitchen, planning to poke her head out the back door for a better look into the yard. But, halfway there, she suddenly found herself face to face with . . .
"Allison!" Carol gulped, her niece having appeared as if from nowhere.
Indeed, it was such a surprise, and the light in the hallway so dim, that it took a moment for the most striking thing of all about her brother's daughter to register with Carol. Then, as Carol started to blink it into focus, Allison closed the distance between them so there'd be no doubt about her naked condition.
"Like me, Aunt Carol?" she lilted, pivoting quickly around in a complete circle to show herself off. "Chuck sure does."
"Oh, darling, you're precious!" Carol blurted, holding nothing back now that she realized her niece was stark naked and had been with Chuck. "That little tiny body with such a gorgeous, hairy cunt. Have you been fucked yet tonight?"
"Why don't you taste me and decide for yourself, Aunt Carol?" Allison sexily beckoned.
Fascinated by her niece's wondrously hairy cunt, Carol was automatically on her knees. Then, burying her face in that remarkable bush, oral lips meeting pussy lips in slurping contact, Carol sucked deeply. The result was an instant mouthful of leftover jizz out of Allison's pussy with an immediately recognizable flavor.
"Oh, yes, my Chuck fucked you, didn't he, baby?" Carol gurgled, looking up at her niece now with a sticky smile. "I'd know his sweet cum anywhere. And it's even sweeter when I an suck it out of your fantastic pussy."
"Now it's my turn, though, to find out how sweet your pussy is after it's just been fucked, Aunt Carol," Allison purred, easing down to the floor.
"Oh, yes," Carol readily agreed, untying her robe. "Eat me, baby, eat my cunt. Taste the cum out of my fucked cunt the way I just did to yours."
She fell back on her elbows, spreading her legs for her niece. Allison burrowed between them, leading with her tongue, quickly and expertly using it to swab the inside of Carol's creamy pussy.
"You know whose cum that is, don't you, darling?" Carol asked her cunt-licking niece. "Who fucked me full of it with his big cock?"
"My dad," Allison said, bobbing up for air. "It's my dad's cum in your fucked pussy. He must've fucked you so good."
"Mmm-hummm. Not just in my pussy either, if you're still thirsty for more of his jizz," Carol temptingly answered.
"And I know where," Allison panted with lip-smacking anticipation.
Then her face was back down between her aunt's open thighs. But this time her swabbing tongue was a notch below the cunt she'd just cleaned out, reaming the jizz from Carol's equally fucked asshole.
From there, it was only a short time until aunt and niece had curled into a lesbian sixty-nine on the hallway floor. It ran its course through several shared climaxes, until Carol finally felt guilty about keeping Allison all to herself when others in the family were just as deserving as she was.
"Baby, I could eat your hairy little pussy and ass all night. But I can't let myself be that selfish. Not when your dad's right down the hall."
Before Allison could react, though, somebody else did it on her behalf. "She's ready for anything. Told me so herself after I fucked her in the ass and cunt. Just let her loose on her dad and he doesn't have a chance. No matter how much cockmeat he's got, it's all hers."
It was Chuck who'd just spoken. He'd obviously been standing there for some time, watching everything. And the way Allison looked up and winked at him, it was just as obvious that she'd known all along when she'd been sixty-nining with his mother that he was there.
"How'm I doing so far?" she asked him.
But it was her aunt as well as her cousin who told Allison what she wanted to hear, as Carol and Chuck said together: "Perfect!"
"Then, Daddy," Allison vowed, basking in her glory while lusting for more, "watch out!"
"First door on the right," Carol directed.
And bounding to her feet, Allison then scampered toward her destiny with her unsuspecting father's twelve-inch cock. But she'd hardly left her aunt and cousin behind. For the door she purposely left ajar made sure they'd be her audience. However, before Carol and Chuck could take advantage of it right away, they had company ... Gina.
"Shhhh," she was told by her mom and brother as she entered the hallway.
"What is it?" she whispered in reply.
Neither her mom nor brother said anything, each taking one of her hands instead and leading her toward whatever it was that had them so hush-hush. So for now Gina wasn't able to tell them about her and Lonnie.
Then they were at the semi-open bedroom door. Following the example of Chuck and their mother, Gina peered inside. And she instantly realized that anything she had to report about Lonnie and herself could wait in comparison to what Lonnie's sister was now doing.
After climbing onto the bed where her dozing father lay face down, Allison had tickled his balls until he rolled over. Hal moaned, but his eyes remained closed. Then Allison was straddling his crotch, her knees far enough apart so she wasn't actually touching him for the moment.
When she did re-establish contact, it was to tickle him again. This time, though, by brushing the hair of her cunt against his cock.
"Mmmmm," Hal dreamily sighed, "that feels damned good."
His cock began to harden. As it did, Allison adjusted her hairy pussy so it still did no more than tickle.
"Teasing me, huh, Sis?" Hal murmured, having every reason to believe that it was Carol who was trying to seduce him awake.
In silence, Allison just kept tickling his cockmeat with her bushy pussy. There was a lot more for her to brush against now, too, because her father's cock had just stiffened to its full twelve inches.
"You wanna open my eyes, Sis?" Hal panted, his breath quickening. "Well, stop just teasing and fuck me wide awake."
At this point Allison briefly looked toward the door to wink at her audience. Then she went to work in earnest on claiming her unsuspecting father's huge cock with her eager young cunt.
First she fingered her pussy lips apart, leaking plenty of cunt juice. When it dripped onto Hal's prick, his twelve inches jumped up at a right angle from his crotch. And down surged Allison's cunt, abruptly jamming itself with all that standing cock.
"Oh, yeah, Sis, that's getting it done," Hal rasped, his eyes fluttering into focus. "Fuck me, Sis, fuck ..."
It was like his tongue, along with the rest of him, had just been flash-frozen. He couldn't talk. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't move, as he motionlessly stared at his daughter with her cunt full of his hilted cock instead of his sister.
For her part, Allison still said nothing, letting her actions speak loud and clear for her. Her trapped father was forced to watch her pussy begin fucking up and down his captive prick. - Gradually, Hal's numbness gave way to the relentless friction of his daughter's rising and falling pussy. He couldn't help it. Automatically, his hips eventually began to roll. Then his big hands were clasping her small hips so there could be no further doubt that he was as hooked on father-daughter incest with Allison as he'd already been on brother-sister fucking with Carol.
When Hal spoke again it was to pick up where he'd left off, only now rather than urging his sister on, it was: "Fuck me, little girl, fuck me!"
And at last Allison broke her silence, crying back: "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!"
Hal turned himself completely loose now, holding nothing back. Sweeping up his tiny daughter with his two-hundred pounds of masculine strength, he abruptly reversed their positions, rolling over on top of her. Then, with his jackhammering her cunt while her spindly legs flailed around his waist, he leaned down to hungrily lick the ripe nipples on her otherwise flat chest.
"Oh, Daddy!" Allison squealed now that he was totally dominating her frail body with his own large frame and macho technique. "This is it! Daddy . . . can you feel it? 'Cause, yes, yes, yes, I'm coming for you!"
For a moment it almost seemed as if her violent climax would be too much for her little girl's body. But, it turned out, Allison's orgasmic stamina was the same as her hairy cunt-a woman's. No sooner had she finished coming the first time than she did it again, even harder. And she would keep it up until her spasming pussy finally took its inevitable toll on her father's pumping cock.
"Now this is it for me, princess," Hal told her when the dam between his legs was ready to burst. "Now I'm coming for you!"
"Then shoot it, Daddy, shoot it into my cunt!" Allison wildly urged. "Shoot your cum into my cunt as deep as your cock'll reach!"
To guarantee the deepest penetration for when her father's hard-on erupted, Allison now hooked her legs around Hal's neck, lifting her ass so her pussy was shafted at the sharpest possible downward angle. And squeezing with all the might she could channel between her thighs, she held on until her creamy reward was spurting into her.
"Ooooh, Daddy, your cum's as hot as your cock is big!" Allison celebrated her cuntful of the same jizz which had originally given her life. "Like fire . . . liquid fire . . . burning up my pussy soooo goooood!"
Then Hal had unloaded all the cum he had to shoot. And pulling his dripping cock from his daughter's swamped cunt, he drew back to look between her skinny legs to see what he had done to her.
"Baby girl, you're so beautiful when you're fucked," he sighed.
Allison's cunt oozed with Hal's jizz, a glistening trickle of it leaking into the hairy crack of her ass. Then, with her father's eyes lovingly trained on her crotch, she smeared the excess cream from thigh to thigh.
"Damn," Hal said. "I'm ready to fuck you all over again right now, sweetheart."
"Then do it up my ass, Daddy!" Allison hornily requested. "Your monster cock fucking up into me right where I shit!"
Hal hesitated, the expression on his face indicating that he had serious doubts about fucking so much cock into such a little girl's tightest hole. Sure, he'd ass-fucked his sister tonight, but Carol was a grown woman.
"What's the matter, Daddy?" Allison impatiently asked. "My ass too much for you?"
"Just the other way around," Hal said. "Maybe my cock's too much for you down there."
"Why? It wasn't," Allison answered, dropping her latest bombshell, "for Aunt Carol just a while ago."
Hal reeled upon learning of his daughter's knowledge of his incestuous fuck session with his sister. And Allison wasn't through battering him with the facts.
"I sucked your cum out of Aunt Carol's ass and pussy after you'd fucked her, Daddy," Allison said. "And she sucked Chuck's jizz out of me."
"Y-you . . . and your cousin, too?" Hal gulped.
"C'mon, Daddy, don't you get it yet?" Allison said, her voice cracking her urgency to make her point. "You and Aunt Carol? Chuck and me? Aunt Carol and me? Then me and you? And somewhere out there, Gina with Lonnie, too? Daddy, tonight's an orgy just waiting to happen. Everybody's been sucking and fucking ever since we got here."
"But why . . . how could something like this happen?" Hal choked.
"They planned it, Daddy. Aunt Carol, Chuck and Gina," Allison explained. "The three of them have been fucking together, and now they want us to join in with them 'cause we're family, too. Isn't it super, Daddy?"
And here, Allison motioned toward the door.
"But if you aren't convinced yet, Daddy," she said, "ask aunt Carol, yourself."
Answering her cue, Carol strode majestically into the room, proudly admitting to everything with just the impact of her regal bearing. She was the queen of the family, ruling with the supreme power of incest.
When she spoke, her authority was even more undeniable. "Fuck your little girl in her ass, Hal," she virtually ordered her brother.
Then Carol went to the bed to make sure her command would be carried out. It was she who personally guided Hal's cock into his daughter's asshole as Allison drew back her legs to offer the throbbing target between her hoisted, flared asscheeks.
"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her," Carol droned in her brother's ear once his big prick had started to penetrate that teenage shitpit. "Deeper . . . harder ... all the way to your balls, Hal, the way your baby wants her daddy to fuck her tight young asshole."
Hal's cock fucked in. Then Carol applied more persuasion. For, slithering down behind her brother and between his legs, she drew his balls into her mouth and wetly sucked them. This put springs in Hal's crotch. And since at the same time his daughter was pushing up from beneath him, his twelve inches of cockmeat wound up buried in Allison's ass.
Allison climaxed on the spot, but her response was a now-standard repeat of the orgasmic greed shared by the females in her family. "More! More!! More!!!"
"Don't worry, baby, you'll get it," Carol promised, bobbing up from Hal's balls. "We'll all get it! More for everybody!"
Chuck and Gina now entered the room as their mother had done before them, their mere watching over as they went to the bed. And joining Carol there, they got busy fitting the final pieces together to bring this night of nights to its incestuous peak-a family orgy.
Gina straddled her cousin from the front, meaning that her mouth could make contact with Allison's pussy while Hal fucked ass a notch away. And, at the same time, Gina's own cunt was now directly in Allison's face to be eaten.
Then it was Chuck's turn. There was just enough room left on the bed for him to line up behind Gina and poke his prick between her parted asscheeks. Within thrusting seconds, he'd entered the puckered target before him and was ass-fucking his sister at the same time everything else was going on.
This left Carol, the mastermind of it all, only watching for the time being. But she didn't mind. For she felt like an artist surveying her own masterpiece as her family sucked and fucked together, poetry in motion.
Then Carol's attention was drawn toward the door, as the temporarily forgotten member of the family appeared. Lonnie. His eyes were wide as they focused on the bedful of tangled bodies . . .
Lonnie, who'd thought until now that fucking his own cousin at a family cookout was just about the most daring thing possible. Lonnie, whom Gina had left sprawled on the back yard grass after she'd fucked him practically senseless. And now, having gathered his wits, he'd put on his pants and wandered into the house to see where everyone was. This wasn't what he'd been expecting. Not in a million years . . .
How could Carol resist? She went to her astonished nephew and took his trembling hand. Then, after leading him to the action, she stripped him naked beside the bed.
"Last but not least," she purred to Lonnie, dropping to her knees before him.
And as Carol sucked his cock, Lonnie's eyes never left the spectacle on the nearby bed. When he came, it was probably as much from seeing his dad, sister and cousins fucking as from his aunt's blow-job. But Carol didn't mind sharing him with them. For there was certain to be a lot more sharing before the evening ran its course. After all, that was what a family orgy was all about.
Chapter Nine
"Mom, I've just got to do it, that's all there is to it," Gina said with strong feeling. "Started thinking about it at the orgy when Allison and Uncle Hal were getting it on. And now I've made up my mind for sure. What's good enough for Allison and her father is good enough for me. I want to fuck daddy!"
Having anticipated this, Carol agreed. "I suppose, yes, you have that coming to you, darling. And it does make a lot of sense as far as the rest of us are concerned, too. Because as long as your father isn't one of us, we're going to have trouble being ourselves with him poking around."
"Then I'm ready to fuck him right away," Gina eagerly stated. "Sooner the better, I say. Daddy's due back from his business trip tonight, isn't he?'
Carol nodded. "If we're going to make our move, that doesn't leave us much time to plan something that we have a pretty fair idea'll work."
"Us? We?" Gina said. "Thought this was my trip, Mom!"
"But I know that man like a book after being married to him this long," Carol pointed out. "You just don't get your father to do anything that breaks up his routine unless you pull the right strings."
Here, sensing that her mother was trying to horn in, Gina became defensive. "Then why haven't you ever pulled the right strings, Mom, so daddy could make you come while he was fucking you?"
"True," Carol was forced to admit.
"So why should I listen to you about daddy?"
And, regaining the advantage, Carol asked the next logical question. "Because, have I ever steered you wrong yet?"
Gina had no negative comeback to that. For how could she deny that ever since she'd hook up with her mother, the sucking and fucking been coming her previously cherry m ;. nonstop?
"Okay, Mom," she sighed, "you've made your point. We'll do it your way. What do you want me to do?"
"Just trust me to begin with," Carol said. "And then hear me out. If this works out the way I'm starting to think it will, your poor father doesn't have a chance. He's as good as fucked. Listen ..." * * * Alex Dayton was glad to be back home. His lies about his supposed business trips were starting to be more trouble than they were worth. Perhaps that would change if he found somebody different for secret weekends of motel-fucking when he claimed he was "out of town," but in the meantime he'd had it with the piece of ass he'd been balling on the side lately.
She was his secretary, and Alex guessed he'd have to fire her now that he was tired of her. But she'd asked for it. Suggesting that he get a divorce so he could marry her turned him off about the same as if he'd found out she had the clap.
Alex was looking for fooling-around when he cheated, not commitment. Being married to Carol suited him fine as far as it went. That meant clean laundry, home-cooked meals, a well-run house for him to come to after a hard day at the office, things a guy needed along with hot sex. Just because he didn't get the kind of pussy he wanted from his wife didn't put the old girl on the trading block.
Okay, Carol was frigid. Yes, Alex knew she faked her orgasms with him. He could accept that, though, because he usually had some action on the side. But that had to be the right kind of arrangement. So, when one of his playthings started getting stars in her eyes about being the new Mrs. Dayton-dump the bitch and find a replacement who knew her place and was satisfied to just be his personal whore.
"Next secretary I hire to fuck," Alex planned aloud, riding home in a cab from the airport, "think I'll get one a lot younger. Right out of high school if I can swing it. Yeah, some real young pussy, that's what I need. Real tight."
The cab driver had overheard him and now kidded over his shoulder: "Good luck, buddy. I go for the same kinda action myself. Shit, what normal guy doesn't? Especially if he's got one at home that age he can't have who's driving him crazy running around in her bra and panties all the time."
Alex's first reaction was to tell the cabby to mind his own business. But instead he found himself asking the guy what he'd meant by "one at home."
The cabby laughed. "You must not have a teenaged daughter around your house, buddy, or you'd know right away where I'm coming from. These young girls today, they don't care who they turn on, the little prick-teasers-even their own dads."
Alex was too self-conscious to admit that he did indeed have a teenaged daughter. But the cabby had started him thinking. For, Alex couldn't deny to himself, his Gina had given him a hard-on more than once when she was half-undressed.
Meanwhile, the talkative cabby went on: "We'll never see each other again, buddy, so I guess it won't hurt for me to tell you the God's honest truth. Sounds sick to some people, maybe, but give me the chance and I'll fuck my own little girl anytime. You'd know what I mean if you had one as sexy as mine."
"I-I do," Alex now stammered in admission, but more to himself that the taxi driver.
"Hey, welcome to the club, buddy," the cabby snorted. "I thought so all along, after I overheard you talking to yourself about scoring with some young stuff. Guy has a daughter like the ones we've got, getting a stand-in for the little bitch is self-defense. Otherwise, you just might lose control at home when your old lady's back is turned and wind up in jail."
"Uh, I think this is my block," Alex said, cutting the conversation off. "Third house on the left. Here ..."
He thrust a twenty-dollar bill over the front seat and told the driver to keep the change.
The ride over, Alex grabbed his suitcase and got out of the cab. Then he hobbled to the house with a third leg getting in his way, wondering what to do about the hard-on talking about sexy daughters had given him.
"Guess I'll just have to wake up Carol and fuck her tonight," he sighed about his wife, trying to get his mind off their female offspring. "Carol fakes it so it's like screwing a whore, but at least I can come enough to lose my hard-on for Gina."
However, when Alex entered the house, his tempting troubles were just beginning. For it was so late he hadn't knocked, thinking that everyone must be in bed, and that was a mistake. But, then again, how could he have been expected to anticipate he'd find her lying there on the couch like this?
"G-Gina!" Alex choked.
She was stark naked, apparently sound asleep, stretched out in teenage splendor with one leg hooked over the backrest of the couch and the other dangling on the floor. The result was, from where he stood, Alex had an eye-popping view of her wide-open pussy.
"I've just got to leave this alone, right now," Alex warned himself. "Before I do something I can't help."
He started to leave. But his daughter then made that impossible.
She had just started rubbing her own cunt. It was so wet with juicy arousal that even from across the room her father could hear her pussy squish from her rhythmic touch.
"I need a fuck," Gina then murmured, her eyes closed but her desire glaringly in the open. "I'm so hot."
She was having a wet dream, her father had strong reason to assume. Must have wandered in here to watch some television after a late-night shower, because the set was on, then fallen asleep on the couch. If he knew how to handle it, Alex dared to suppose, the right guy could really take advantage of something like this.
But, he then argued the other side to himself, how could the right guy ever be the girl's own father?
Still, though, if he was careful, why shouldn't he be able to get away with it? That was his hard, throbbing cock trying to do his thinking for him, Alex recognized. Be careful, his better judgment tried to warn him. However, his cock turned out to have the louder voice. For the next thing Alex knew it had coaxed him to unzip his fly and take it out of his pants.
Now, led by his pulsating hard-on, Alex found himself closing the distance between his naked daughter and himself. Within a moment his boner's jutting shadow was cast across his daughter's bare tits. And next the seemingly dreaming Gina made it even worse for his self-control.
"Cock . . . cock," she murmured. "I need some cock. What I'd give for a big, hard cock to suck and fuck."
Alex knew he should leave while there was still time. That, though, was just part of what he was telling himself. The least part. For the opposite opinion quickly smothered his fear of committing father-daughter incest. And that one was so strong that it actually took on Alex's own voice.
"Give it to her," he heard himself say. "That's what she wants. What kind of father doesn't give his own little girl what she wants?"
So, holding his breath, Alex chose lust over common sense and guided his stiff prick over toward his daughter's hand, brushing her fingers with the blunt cocktip. Automatically, she grabbed hold of the cockshaft and immediately started stroking it.
"Mmmm, this is what I want," Gina lilted, her eyes remaining closed but her sliding grasp strong and sure around her father's cock. "Before I do another thing, I've just got to suck some dick."
Now Alex watched his cockhead being drawn to his daughter's angelic face. She opened her mouth like an oral cunt, then slurped at the cockmeat.
"Ahhh," she hungrily sighed, "somebody's got a big one. Wonder who? Wonder if this is a real, live cock, or if I'm dreaming and I can pretend it's anybody's I want it to be."
"Yeah, that's it, you're dreaming," Alex desperately whispered, praying that his daughter wouldn't open her eyes. "I can be whoever you'd like."
"Oh, then that's easy," Gina said. "I'll have my favorite wet dream all over again. The one where I suck and fuck my daddy's cock."
"Wh-who?"
"Daddy . . . daddy ... my daddy's big, hard cock," Gina swooned, and then orally bore down and started sucking prick in earnest.
"Keep it up, angel," Alex panted, trying to keep his voice low so it wouldn't carry and wake up anyone else in the house. Indeed, for that matter, keeping it low enough so it wouldn't jar his cock-sucking daughter out of the safety of her wet dream.
"Ooooh, Daddy," Gina gurgled with a mouthful of cockmeat, "your prick gets harder, bigger and sweeter every time I suck it in my dreams. And every time, all I want is more . . . more . . . more of your fat prick until it's fucking me all the way down my throat like my mouth's my cunt."
Alex's crotch bucked in a male reflex. Gina greedily swallowed in return. The result was that she'd abruptly downed her father's entire prick to its thrusting hilt.
"Oh, baby, you were right," Alex rasped. "Your mouth is just like a cunt when it gets full of prick. Not just a blow-job, but your cunt of a mouth really getting fucked."
Then Alex took hold of his daughter's head, guiding her suction. Her eyes remained closed. The slightest hint that she was waking up and he'd be gone. No way, he believed, could he deal with what he was doing if his little girl actually knew it was his cock down her throat.
But Gina's eyes remained shut, so Alex continued to fuck her in the mouth. And when she fished his balls out of his pants and started squeezing them, a tide of jizz began rapidly rising in his loins that would quickly have to be released in a spurting, coming torrent.
"My cum's gonna shoot!" Alex quickly grunted.
Then, checking his daughter's eyes and finding them still closed, Alex allowed the dam between his legs to burst. After a surge of his crotch, the scalding cream was pouring out of his mouth-fucked prick, with Gina thirstily reacting to the gushing flow slurp for spurt.
As she drank his cum, Alex swayed on his heels and concentrated on his balls being drained, under the spell of his daughter's magical suction. Indeed, now his eyes were also closed, as he was dazzled by the erotic fireworks in his head which were the explosive result of coming in a beautiful young girl's cunt of a mouth.
Then, after what seemed like a quart of his jizz had been spilled and swallowed, Alex's prick was down to just a dribble. And that was when he looked into Gina's face again. And that was when he realized he should have been a lot more careful. For while his eyes had been shut, hers had fluttered wide open.
Suddenly, for Alex, it was as though the room had just burst into a fiery blaze-and running for his life was the only thing that made sense. So, in panic, he bolted, fleeing from his wide-eyed, cock-sucking daughter as if she herself were spitting deadly flames at him.
He ran into the hallway, sweating and breathless, planning to escape through the kitchen door, then keep on running until he could flag down a cab. Then he'd return to the airport, catch the first plane to anywhere, and call long distance to claim he'd been held up on his so-called business trip. That'd give him an alibi, wouldn't it?
"If I'm lucky, Gina'll keep this to herself at least until morning," Alex reasoned.
However, Alex was not destined to get away clean. For, blocking his way out of the house, there was the last person he wanted to see. The one Gina would tell if she were to go ahead with the story of whose cock had awakened her tonight by coming in her mouth.
"C-Carol," Alex stammered.
She looked at him long and hard, making Alex feel like he was shrinking under her withering gaze. In short, somehow, some way, she seemed to know everything.
Then, his heart lodging in his throat, Alex realized what Carol was looking at. For, in his haste to flee, he hadn't done anything about his cock. It still dangled out of his open fly, still bright red and glistening with his cum and female spit from having been so thoroughly sucked.
It sounded dumb when he thought of it, and even dumber when Alex heard himself blurt it out.
"I-I can explain everything ..."
And Carol called his bluff in a way that Alex couldn't have predicted if his life had depended on it. "Then explain this. Why didn't you fuck her?"
Poor Alex. The females in his family were well on their way to driving him out of his head.
"Gina is an even better piece of ass than she is a cock-sucker," Carol matter-of-factly said, continuing to blow her husband's mind. "Just ask Chuck. Or ask Lonnie and Hal."
At his wife's mention of his son, nephew and brother-in-law in connection with his daughter's sexy ways, Alex gulped. "You m-mean . . . "
"That's right, our Gina's sucked and fucked them all. 'Bout time you joined the club, Alex. C'mon, I'll take you back to her, myself. This I wanna see."
Alex was taken by the hand and led back into the living room by Carol. And there was their naked daughter waiting on the couch, her grin almost as wide as her spread legs.
"See that mom talked some sense into you, Daddy," Gina called to her father. "Convinced you that you ought to go ahead and fuck my pussy, the same as you've already fucked my mouth."
But Alex hesitated. "I-I dunno about that, sweetheart. This has all got me so mixed up I'm not sure I could even get another hard-on-not even for your sweet young pussy."
"Give him some help, Mom," Gina suggested. "Get daddy's cock hard again for me, Mom."
"You heard her, Alex," Carol said with a playful shrug to her reeling husband. "What kind of parents would we be if we didn't give our little girl what she really wants?"
Then Carol knelt. Alex's cock had drooped enough from his shock that she was able to get the whole thing in her mouth without any problem. Blow-jobs had been part of their marriage in the past, but always when Carol had just been doing her duty as a wife. Now, though, sucking Alex's prick on behalf of their daughter, she did a lot more than simply going through the motions.
"Mom getting you hard, Daddy?" Gina called, as the rhythmic sound of her mother's cock-sucking filled the room.
Alex just moaned, his hips starting to roll. And at the same time Carol's face swelled with the abruptly expanding bulk of his expertly slurped prick.
"Oh, it's hard I guess," Gina laughed. "Hey, all right you two. Enough's enough. I'm not lying here with my cunt wide open just so I can watch my own mother give my own father head. You're just supposed to get daddy's prick hard enough to fuck my pussy, Mom, not be hogging it all to yourself. God, you're sucking his cock like you're not even married."
"Sorry," Carol told Gina, after pulling her mouth off of Alex's revived boner, "I just got carried away. Just something about setting up a cock for my little girl's hot cunt that makes me suck extra-special. Mama just wants the best for you, darling."
"Then deliver it, Mom!" Gina impatiently declared. "Daddy's big, hard cock to my cunt, right fucking now!"
"You heard our baby, Alex," Carol sighed to her husband. "Tonight, she's the boss."
At this point, Alex was limp except for his jutting prick. And it was with her hand around this crucially rigid part of him that he allowed his wife to lead him to their spread-legged daughter on the couch.
When they arrived, Carol became all business. "Go ahead, Alex, this is it. Fuck her. Fuck Gina. Fuck our little girl's hot, wet cunt with your big, hard cock the way a daughter deserves to be fucked by her own father."
"Yeah," Alex sighed, his eyes and prick trained on Gina's equally drooling teenage pussy.
One knee on the couch, the other on the floor, he took the long-awaited plunge now. In return, Gina pushed back with all her might, lifting her ass from the couch. The result was a hiking cock-thrust that filled her cunt to her father's balls. Then she wrapped her long legs around Alex's waist and male and female hips began to roll.
And looking on, Carol could only honestly say: "Mmmm, now that's fucking. Not the ordinary husband and wife kind of fucking, but the kind of fucking that really means something special."
However, while Carol might have been content to simply be a spectator, her daughter generously had other plans for her.
"Not gonna just watch, are you, Mom?" Gina panted, her voice rising and falling to the tempo of her father's cock as it fucked back and forth in her cunt. "There's a place for you too, Mom, while daddy's fucking me. Especially for your hot, licking tongue and sucking mouth."
Carol was too horny to have to be asked twice. Her face was quickly into the action, taking its place in the tangle of her daughter's and husband's grinding loins with her tongue leading the way. Carol licked around the swollen lips of Gina's cock-filled pussy. Then she licked Alex's hairy balls.
"Ooooh," Gina moaned in celebration, "this is what every girl ought to be lucky enough to get from her dad and mom."
And Gina was not alone in congratulating herself on her good fortune in being a member of the right family. For, if she laid claim to being the luckiest girl in the world, her mother and father could only believe they were the luckiest parents for having a daughter like her whom they could suck and fuck together.
So the fucking churned on toward its logical conclusion. First it was Gina who started to come, with her father's cock pistoning in her pussy and her mother reaming her asshole. Then, within moments, it was Alex's turn, his wife's mouth now shifting back to his balls to suck them as hard as their daughter's tight cunt tugged and hauled his prick.
He cried: "I'm shooting it!"
The surge of his abruptly spurting prick even deeper into his daughter's fucked cunt snatched his balls out of his wife's sucking mouth. But Carol quickly adjusted, switching her oral attention to Gina. For the latter's swamped pussy was almost immediately leaking with more jizz than it could hold, with her mother licking the creamy excess from those oozing pussy lips.
The fuck finally ended for Alex when his cock was drained and drippingly left Gina's pussy. This, however, was the cue for Carol to step up her part of the action. As Alex watched, his wife orally sealed their daughter's freshly fucked cunt and sucked his cum out of it like she was dying of thirst.
It was the first time Alex had ever seen two females going at it on their own. Did it threaten his masculinity? Only for the best. For now he was throbbingly anxious to ram his instantly revived hard-on into something warm, wet and tight between the legs of the opposite sex so he could transform the temporary lesbian twosome into a threesome including him.
And there was a target for his yearning prick, so near and so inviting that he couldn't ignore its attraction even if it did belong to his own wife. Because, as Carol knelt to feast on Gina's pussy, her hoisted asscheeks had spread to showcase the puckered opening of her asshole. The hole that in all their years of marriage Alex had never yet fucked.
He didn't hesitate, lining up behind Carol and ramming his cock into the narrow passage a notch away from the cunt he'd never succeeded in bringing to orgasm. And, on the spot, the first time he'd ever fucked her in the ass, Carol came for him-the first time ever.
This was it for Alex Dayton. Now he knew for sure that he'd never fuck outside of his family again. For if incest could lead to fucking his own wife to the climax she'd never had for him before, then family-fucking made too much sense for him to ever stray again. The next secretary he hired would just have to earn her paycheck at her typewriter.
As for Carol, coming nonstop from an assful of her husband's prick while she swabbed his jizz out of their young daughter's cunt, she was starting to believe in miracles. An orgasm from Alex was something so wild that it took her by complete surprise. Delightful surprise.
"Never thought this'd happen," she moaned, bobbing up from Gina's pussy to express her joy.
And it was here that Carol sensed that she must have been frigid all these years for a purpose. For if she hadn't been, then she would have never been driven to sucking and fucking her way through her family until she completed the circle by finally coming for Alex. Nothing, it was now clear, made a marriage work like incest could do.
