Many people feel an overwhelming attraction to other members of their own family. When suppressed, this attraction often leads to agonizing emotional troubles. When expressed, this stigma sometimes means feelings of guilt and shame that are almost impossible to overcome. Indeed, incest is a subject that has been shunned by society from the earliest memories of man.
Those of us who have these unfulfilled desires are often driven to torment over our needs. These desires have driven people even to the brink of insanity-or worse.
LITTLE SISTER'S HOT FUN is the story of a girl and her family who are forced by their desires to come to grips with turbulent emotions. What happens to them when they confront these emotions together reveals their ability to be honest with themselves and to be unafraid of their own inner feelings.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The best thing about living in a big city, as far as Cindy Keaton was concerned, was the ease with which she was able to lose herself in all these people. When her family had lived in a small town she'd always felt boxed-in, unable to do anything without everyone knowing about it. If she'd stayed in the sticks, Cindy had no doubt, she'd still be a virgin.
Seeing her big chance when her family moved from Nowhere to Somewhere, Cindy had set out on a crash course to fill in the gaps in her previously sheltered life. And in a large city a bus ride of only a few miles could take you into a whole new world, where nobody knew you and anything went.
When and how had Cindy lost her cherry? In the first week after her dad's job transfer, she'd caught the cross-town bus and gone looking for adventure. When, while she stood on a corner, a good-looking guy had tried to pick her up, she'd jumped at the chance. He'd taken her to his apartment, and, well, the rest was history.
Cindy had been as scared as a small-town virgin would be expected to be. The guy's stiff cock had seemed enormous, and she'd felt helpless as she lay naked on his bed with her legs spread and her young cunt so exposed. But then he'd put it in her, and Cindy knew for sure she was right where she wanted to be-fucking.
"Oh, deeper, deeper," she'd eagerly told him. "Harder, harder. Fuck me deep and hard as you can with your big cock in my pussy!"
It was so easy to make him pump it into her. So easy for her to come. Indeed, she couldn't have stopped if she'd wanted to. Then, when the stranger's thrusting cock had officially popped her cherry, Cindy had scarcely noticed that her cunt was bloody until the guy himself had freaked out.
"J-Jesus!" he'd stammered with shock. "D-Didn't know I was screwing a damned virgin. L-Last thing I ever thought I'd pick up on the street."
Without any previous experience, Cindy had met the challenge, taking charge to force him to fuck her to the end. Her legs automatically winding around his waist and her hips churning, she'd kept his hard prick moving inside her bloody but tight pussy until the friction took its toll on him.
"Oooooh, shit, baby, if this is what you want, you've sure as hell got it!" he'd rasped, then shot his wad.
And with her first cuntful of jizz, Cindy had known she was a woman at last. She and the guy went their separate ways less than an hour after they'd fucked, but she'd let his cum linger in her fucked pussy for three whole days, the sexy smell delighting her. Then, when she did finally take a bath, it was only so she could start out fresh for another adventure across town.
Since her first fuck there had been so many other times that Cindy couldn't keep track. At least twice a week, usually after school, she took that bus to where the action was, and didn't always stop with just one guy a trip.
Today was one of Cindy's secret afternoons. Her cunt ached for the action. And with plenty of guys cruising the area for someone to pick up, it was only a matter of time until . . .
"Hey, baby, get on in! You're just what I'm after."
The boy who'd poked his head out of his car window, Cindy thought, was awfully cute. Just a little older than she was. Probably some college kid looking for thrills who thought she was a teenage hooker. Made to order for her.
So she got into his car and teased, "Just one thing I have to warn you about before we get acquainted. If I like a dude, I give it away for free-so it's what turns me on that counts."
She loved the expressions on their faces when they found out she was just as horny as they were. Sort of her test to make sure they were putty in her hands. This one, though, tried to be Mr. Cool. Maybe someone to be careful of.
"Sure, baby, sure," he said, stepping on the gas and shooting away from the curb. "Why don't you start with this?"
One hand on the wheel, he promptly unzipped his fly with the other one. It was such a bold thing to do in the middle of traffic that it attracted Cindy in spite of her better judgment. After her frustrating small-town background she had a weakness for a boy with style. And especially one hung like this.
His rigid cock had all but jumped out of his open pants. Ten inches at least, Cindy hungrily measured it as she feasted her eyes on his thick, throbbing column of prick.
"Hope you can keep driving straight, so we don't get in a wreck," she giggled.
Then she went down on him. He not only had one of the biggest cocks she'd ever tasted, but one of the saltiest. It made her so thirsty for his cum.
"Anybody ever tell you that you've got a mouth like a cunt?" he said to her when she'd deep-throated him, Cindy answered his praise by increasing her suction. He in turn picked up speed, recklessly threading the car through honking traffic. But then, in the midst of the blowjob, the sounds of the city were replaced by whipping wind. They'd hit the highway now, which meant that Cindy was no longer on the familiar turf of the downtown streets where her sex-life had been spent.
Where, she wondered, was he taking her? It started to bother her. There were a lot of weirdos on the prowl in a city like this, who'd just love to get a pretty girl off where nobody could hear her scream and do something ugly to her. Cindy hadn't made the mistake of latching onto one yet, but, good and bad, there was a first time for everything.
Well, she was too edgy to let it ride. He was a cute guy with a big cock, but a girl couldn't be too careful-especially when maybe she hadn't been careful enough in the first place.
"Uh, listen," Cindy said, bobbing up from the blowjob, "if you don't mind, let's go back. Okay? I'll give you all the suction you can handle, but it's gotta be where I say so. You seem like a nice guy, but these days a girl has to watch out for herself ..."
"Shut up, bitch! You don't have nothin' to say about it anymore! Meat, that's all you are now-dead meat if you don't play ball!"
Then Cindy's face was mashed back down so she was forced to suck cock again, this time against her will. But, she thought, perhaps she had this creep right where she wanted him at last. Because if she got him on the verge of coming, he might pull off the road. She'd be willing to take a mouthful of jizz for that, then spit it in the bastard's face and jump out of the car to escape while he was blinded with his own cum.
So once more, this time in self-defense rather than lust, Cindy turned on the suction. She rhythmically squeezed the guy's balls, priming them so he'd have to shoot his wad before very long. It just had to work. After all, reasoned Cindy, if someone was eating her pussy, would she be able to keep driving?
Then success seemed to be within her grasp. She could sense that the car was veering off the highway. She sucked cock even harder, and the car markedly lost speed.
"Oh, yeah," she coaxed with a slurping mouthful of cock, "pull off . . . off the road, stud. Then you can fuck my pussy after I drink all your cum."
That ought to bring him to a standstill, Cindy hoped. And when she heard the car roll from asphalt onto dirt, she started nudging the door handle with her elbow so she could spring herself as soon as the time was right.
"My cock's gonna blow!" the guy gasped, bucking his crotch against her face as the car lurched to a dusty stop.
Letting him shoot his wad was still part of Cindy's plan. Just seemed the smart thing to do if she was going to get the drop on him. If the tables were turned and she was coming in somebody's mouth, wouldn't that be when she was the most out of it? Besides, it was abruptly too late for Cindy to change her mind anyway. The big cock had just erupted at the depths of her throat.
"Drink it, bitch, swallow it all," the guy rasped at her. "Every drop!" Cindy hadn't intended to go that far.
However, the gushing jizz's sweet flavor had an irresistible effect on her. Once she tasted it she couldn't control her thirst. There wouldn't be any left for her to defiantly spit in the guy's face, because she was unable to keep from downing every drop that his coming cock spurted.
But at least Cindy's wits had stayed with her enough for her elbow to remain near the door handle. Just as soon as she'd milked the last of the jizz from the cock fucking her mouth, it'd be so long.
Cindy jerked her sticky face away and jammed down her elbow. The door sprang open and she somersaulted across the front seat, out of the car.
"Sorry to suck and run," she mocked the guy, "but I only go so far with fucking maniacs on the first date."
The last thing Cindy saw from him before she turned to flee was a wolfish grin splitting his face. Then she found out why. She was going no place. For waiting in her path were more boys.
They surrounded her. They grabbed her. Then she was wrestled to the ground and stripped in the dust of every stitch she wore.
"I told you I'd bring back some pussy," the boy in the car now called to his friends who'd been waiting in ambush. "And this one is free.
Didn't have to give her a cent to get her into my car. She puts out for the fun of it. A real bargain. Already gave me a blowjob and swallowed my cum, so you know she's hot for more."
"Let's see," somebody said.
The boy and another one grabbed Cindy's legs and yanked them apart.
"You want it and you know it, bitch!" one of the boys hissed. He was already unzipping his jeans ahead of the others. He was the toughest-looking, biggest of them all.
Big in more ways than one. When she saw his long, thick cock, Cindy's eyes flew open wide. Her cunt had a mind of its own, betraying her at once. Welling with uncontrollably moist arousal, its sticky juice leaked into the crack of her ass.
"Go ahead, Spike," another of the boys urged his massive friend. "Loosen her up for the rest of us."
The others agreed, and Spike crowded his muscular bulk in between Cindy's forcibly spread legs. She saw his gritted teeth flash in the sunlight just before she closed her eyes and awaited her fate.
"Ahhhh!" He grunted like an animal, taking the brutal plunge.
"Ooooooh!" Cindy groaned, as she felt his massive fuckrod abruptly goring her captive pussy. If the guy in his car had been hung with ten inches, this monster had to own at least a foot of thrusting cock.
Never having been so full of anything in her life, Cindy dug her fingernails into the ground to hang on for dear life. His huge cock was pumping at her cunt's depth now, as long and as big around as some people's forearms, with a cockhead like a clenched fist.
Cindy wished she could be numb, hating the idea of her senses responding to rape. She couldn't help it, though. Spike's enormous prick was making all the right moves as far as her cunt was concerned. At the pit of her loins she could feel the nonstop friction taking its toll. If she didn't find a way to turn the tide, there was no doubt she'd shame herself by coming.
No . . . no . . . can't let that happen! Cindy vowed to herself.
Pain seemed the answer. Pain to ward off the unwanted pleasure which threatened her. Pain that she would have to inflict on herself to save her dignity.
Her tits were nearest at hand. She desperately grabbed them, pinching the nipples as hard as she could.
And it hurt. Hurt plenty. There was just one problem, though.
"Hurts sooo goood!" Cindy had blurted out the last thing she'd intended to.
"Chick's so horny that even Spike's big prick isn't enough for her!" one of the on-looking boys whooped. "Look, she'd getting off on her own tits at the same time she's getting fucked."
"Not better than some of us can do it for her," another kid said. "Anybody wanna help me bruise those tits black and blue for the bitch?"
With her eyes still closed, Cindy heard a flurry of activity above her. Then her hands were pulled away from her tits. Now her nipples weren't only pinched, they were twisted around double. With this added to the huge cock jack-hammering in her pussy, Cindy had reached the end of her rope.
"C-Can't stop it from happening," she gasped. Then she gave, in to the mounting pressure and swooned, "I'm coming!"
Her naked body shuddered from head to toe. And once she was caught up in the orgasmic tide, there was no turning back.
"More! More!" she cried, seized by runaway lust.
She got it. More, in the form of somebody's cock that was suddenly in her mouth. Cindy automatically started sucking it.
From there it was all a blur in her mind. With her hands temporarily free, she quickly began jacking off another pair of pricks. Getting all the jizz she could, became her sex-crazed goal. So she sucked and fucked and beat cocks for all she was worth, with her tits getting violently mauled into the bargain.
And then, as though it were somewhere off in the distance, Cindy heard, "The bitch has got me shooting it!"
It turned out to be Spike. His huge cock exploded, flooding Cindy's cunt. She wrestled her legs free from the boys who'd been holding them apart, scissoring Spike to keep him hiked so she could drain the every drop of his cum with her spasming pussy muscles.
However, before she'd finished off the cock in her pussy, Cindy suddenly found herself having to deal with the creamy flow of the one down her throat. Hungrily, she began gulping down the jizz as fast as it spurted.
Then there were the other two cocks Cindy was taking on at the same time as she got fucked in the mouth and cunt-the hard-ons she had in the sliding grasp of her hands. They erupted in the same instant, spilling their liquid heat down her arms so it dripped from her elbows.
"Jeez, just look at that bitch take all that cum!" one of the boys said to his fellow spectators. "Like she wants to drown in it."
"Shit, maybe she will by the time the rest of us are through with her," somebody else homily said. "One thing for damned sure, I'm gonna take my shot!"
"You ain't the only one. Let's go. This chick needs a whole round of fresh cocks."
There was then a flurry of male activity above and around Cindy. The sticky pricks she had milked with her hands, mouth and cunt were soon gone in favor of freshly hard replacements.
Once they'd moved in, Cindy welcomed the new batch of boys by picking up where she'd left off with the previous group. She sucked, she fucked, she beat meat. Most of all, though, she came. She came nonstop, on an orgasmic roll where she wouldn't stop until the last cock had spilled its last drop of jizz for her.
What Cindy didn't know, however, was that the last cock at the gang-bang had yet to make its appearance. It was about to, though. And it was the one, all by itself, which would really put her to the test . . .
While Cindy was thinking only about the four guys who were currently all over her, the boy in question was approaching the scene.
"Hey, look who's finally here," somebody said.
"Hope he doesn't mind it sloppy if he's planning to knock off a piece after the rest of us are through," another boy laughed.
A red car squealed to a stop, the driver jumping out before the engine even died down. Looking toward the action, he licked his lips and rubbed his bulging crotch with anticipation.
"See I got here in time," he noted.
"Just in the nick," the big kid named Spike told the latecomer. "You'd showed up much later and we'd have split without a trace. Already dumped this bitch down a gully someplace so the buzzards'd be picking her clean."
"Who is she?" the new arrival asked, unable to see very much with four of his friends using their cocks on her in a tangle of bodies.
"Nobody," Spike answered with a dirty laugh. "Just some cunt with no name from downtown. As easy to pick up off the street as any other piece of trash-you know, exactly like we figured when we planned this whole thing."
"A whore?"
"Worse. Or better. Depends on how you look at it when a chick's so horny that she gives it away for free to all comers."
"She let you guys gang-bang her?"
"Oh, she kicked a little at first. But only for as long as it took to get her cunt full of prick.
"Yours truly's. Then, once I was balling her, she started begging for more. Since then . . . well, you can see for yourself. She can't get enough of our cocks and cum."
"Then I'll save the best until last," the kid from the red car chuckled. "Just 'cause her pussy's been fucked out of shape doesn't mean I can't ball her nice 'n' tight if I slip my dick into the right place."
"Where's that?"
"Straight up her ass!"
Spike sighed with admiration, "Now, damn, why didn't I think of that?"
His friend needled, "Maybe you've got the biggest cock in this outfit, but I've still got most of the brains. And somebody's gotta show you clowns where it's really at. I decided I'd wait until you'd worn yourselves out, then move in and get more out of this bitch with just my one cock than all of yours combined."
It was soon time for the last rapist to make good on his boast. For the most recent stage of the gang-bang was drawing to a close. The four boys involved were all coming at the same time in Cindy's mouth, pussy, and all over her tits as she aimed their spurting cocks.
Then, one by one, the drained cocks slithered away. Cindy began smearing the latest supply of jizz all over her naked body.
"Mmmmm, I've never felt so fucked in my life?" she gurgled. "Did I get you all?"
Obviously, this was the cue for the driver of the red car to step forward and claim his prize. But, all at once, he was moving backward instead of forward . . .
"N-No-c-can't be!" he choked.
"C'mon, Buzz," Spike jeered, seizing his friend's sudden loss of nerve to make fun. "You're gonna show the rest of us clowns where it's really at, remember?"
Spike and a couple of the other boys then grabbed Buzz and pushed him toward the girl they'd gang-banged. When she looked up, stark fear turned her cum-slicked face the color of chalk.
"N-No!" she murmured.
CHAPTER TWO
"Wh-what're you gonna tell 'em about me? Those so-called friends of yours?" she stammered, finally breaking the eerie silence.
"Th-that you're somebody I dated, I guess," he stammered back. "Don't worry, I'll square it s-somehow. None of them knows who you really are."
"Running with a pretty rough crowd, aren't you, Buzz?"
"Aw, they're just beer buddies. We were sitting around getting loaded the other night, started shooting the bull about a gang-bang sometime, and the next thing we knew we were just drunk enough to have planned one. We were willing to pay the chick for it. There're plenty of whores downtown. How was I supposed to know ..."
Buzz stopped short. There was enough blame go around, and this was Cindy's cue to take her share.
"And how were you supposed to know," she wistfully sighed, "that the tramp your buddy in the car picked up for the rest of you to gang-bang would be your own sister?"
Buzz grimly nodded.
Cindy shrugged, then tried her best to explain herself. "A girl gets just as horny as a guy. My cunt gets just as wet as your cock does hard, Buzz."
"But walking the streets, ready to fuck anybody?"
"Isn't that the kind of girl you and your friends were looking for? If it hadn't been me, you'd have picked up somebody just like me."
"Yeah, but, Christ, you're family ..."
Cindy was getting annoyed by her brother's double-standard, snapping, "And I just told you, Buzz, that I need it as much as you do. You've got a cock and I've got a cunt, and they're both made for the same thing- fucking."
At this point, Cindy went so far as to spread her legs for emphasis. Already fucked twice, her pussy slobbered with the jizz from the cocks of two of her brother's friends.
"I'm not ashamed of my cunt," she starkly stated. "It's what I am, Buzz, and I'm proud of it. Yes, Brother, dear, a cunt!"
Buzz tried to look away. He couldn't. Not only did Cindy's wide-open pussy have him helplessly staring at the pink gash between her yawning cunt-lips, his nostrils flared from its fragrant aroma. But the bottom line of his reaction was between his own legs-a bulging hard-on that forced the zipper of his fly halfway down.
"Mmmmm, looks like you have plenty to be proud of, too," purred Cindy. "How big, Buzz?"
"Aw, c'mon, Sis ... " "Then I'll just have to find out on my own, won't I?"
Cindy was abruptly up on her knees. She had snapped open and peeled down her brother's jeans before he could stop her. His cock caught under the elastic of his jockey shorts, then twanged into sight at a sharply jutting angle from his loins.
"I've seen bigger cocks, but I've never seen one any harder," Cindy said in panting honesty as she checked out her brother's eight inches. "A cock this hard-well, I wouldn't be normal if I didn't want to suck it."
"You m-mean, if you weren't my own s-sister!" gulped Buzz.
"I mean exactly what I just said, period!"
Then Cindy stopped talking in favor of a slurping mouthful of her brother's prick. She deep-throated him right away, and rubbed his balls. In response, Buzz's hips could only begin to roll. Already it was more than just a blow-job. Buzz was fucking Cindy's face.
Beyond the point of no return, he rasped, "Jeez, Sis, you give great head. Kind that makes a guy's balls boil. Hope you like jizz, 'cause you're making sure I have plenty of it to shoot and fast."
Cindy answered by increasing her suction, her mouth an oral cunt. She'd gone down on a lot of cocks since she'd changed from a small-town girl to a big-city tramp, but never had she been thirstier for a guy's cum than she was for her brother's. Along with deep-throating Buzz's prick, pumping his nuts and fingerfucking his tight asshole could only help her get it that much sooner.
Like now.
"Yeah, Sis, drink it, swallow all of my jizz!" Buzz blurted as he came with gushing force.
Cindy took him at his word, going after every single drop, from the spurting beginning to the dribbling finish. At the end of her brother's climax, she was feeding on his oozing cockhead as if she were a hungry baby nursing on an oversized nipple.
He had not another drop of jizz to give, Buzz finally had to tell his sister. But when she stopped sucking his cock, Cindy saw that he still had the main thing a girl wants from a guy she digs-a hard-on. Another batch of jizz would be on its way in due course if he and she just went ahead and did what came naturally.
Cindy made no bones about it, matter-of-factly saying, "You've just got to fuck me, that's all there is to it. My cunt needs your beautiful cock in it, Buzz, the way the rest of me needs to breathe."
To get what she wanted, she tipped backward off her knees, landing on her ass. Then she drew her spread legs all the way back so they straddled her head to jackknife her naked body. But Buzz hesitated, because her pussy was still so swamped with his friends' leftover cum.
Cindy could understand. "I know. You don't want to fuck my sloppy pussy like you're just another guy in line at a gang-bang, do you? You want me tight, just for you."
Buzz honestly nodded. But was he honest enough to go ahead and also tell Cindy which of her fuck-holes he really yearned to fill with his hard-on?
He didn't have to. She knew. For now Cindy reached down to the plump cheeks of her ass and pulled them widely apart.
The wispy hair from her cunt grew into her asscrack below. It was an irresistible sight, the way the silken curls swirled around the dusky pucker of her shitter.
"Yes," Cindy said without hesitation to her brother, "I want it as much as you do. Your cock in the one place where none of your friends got into me. Your cock, Buzz, fucking my tight ass."
Buzz dropped to his knees like he was worshipping before a shrine. Then he ran the head of his prick along the furry split of Cindy's ass. How it tickled! If she'd been just a whore, as he'd expected when he'd arrived at the rape-party, he'd have already been surging in to his balls where she shit. But with his own sister, every move and moment were to be savored.
And so was the total honesty that now bound brother and sister together as much as their common blood and incestuous lust.
"I've never done it up anybody's ass before," admitted Buzz. "When I drove out here, I thought with a whore it'd be something I could get away with. You know, just something to try for the hell of it. Something dirty. But now, Sis, that it's you, it's something so beautiful I can't believe this is happening to me." "Oh, Buzz, you sweetheart, you make me feel so special!" sighed Cindy. "Like my asshole is just meant for your cock. Makes me so glad I waited until today to get fucked this way."
"Waited until today?"
"I'm trying to tell you, silly," Cindy bubbled, "that my ass is cherry. Cherry for your hard cock, Buzz."
"But you acted so sure about doing it. Like you knew in advance what it's like to take a cock where you shit. I just figured you must've been ass-fucked before."
"What I knew the second I saw your cock was that you're my Mr. Right," Cindy lilted. "The right boy in the right place at the right time with the right cock to fuck my cherry asshole. And for a girl, that's more important than all the experience in the world."
"Wow, that kinds puts me on the spot, Sis."
"You'll do just perfect, stud," Cindy reassured her nervous brother. "Go ahead, put it in."
Buzz took a deep breath and centered the knob of his prick with Cindy's brown eye. With some cheap whore, like the one he'd originally expected today, he'd have rammed her without hesitation. But with his own sister, his penetration was gradual and gentle.
"Mmmmmm, it already feels even bigger than I thought it would," Cindy murmured when her asshole was full of cockhead. "And it goes straight to my cunt. Especially my clit."
She reached down and rubbed her pussy, making it squish aloud.
"Now more, deeper," she coaxed. "You've got a lot more cock than this for my cherry asshole, Buzz. And I won't be satisfied until you're fucking me where I shit with every inch you've got."
"Don't wanna hurt you, Sis."
"More it hurts, better it'll feel. Please, Buzz, deeper, give it to me way down inside me."
Buzz swallowed another mouthful of air, then flexed his crotch. This sank another few inches of his prick's shaft into his sister's tight asshole.
"Okay so far, Sis?" he anxiously asked.
"Yes," Cindy moaned, continuing to rub her pussy, "It's just starting to hurt. Hurt me soooo goooood."
"Then I should keep going in?"
"I'll never forgive you if you don't."
So Buzz flexed his crotch again. But that was no longer enough to push his prick forward, since at this point his sister's cherry asshole had become stubborn. To make any further progress he'd need to buck his loins with a lot more strength than he'd used before.
"Rip me, rip me!" Cindy urged.
Buzz gritted his teeth as he set his hips, then thrust. The result was over half his prick abruptly plugged into his sister's shitpit.
"Oooooh, now it's really getting to me," groaned Cindy. "Hurry, Buzz, don't stop now! Shove the rest of your cock up my ass as fast as you can. Here, I'll even make it easier for you."
She took her hand from her cunt and transferred it to her brother's prick. Slippery with left over jizz from the gang-bang and her own fresh pussy juice, Cindy's sticky fingers did a quick lube job on the part of Buzz's right cock that was still outside her asshole.
"There. Now ram it," Cindy excitedly said, "and I'll bet the next thing either of us know you'll be fucking my ass to your balls."
Buzz hurriedly took the plunge before he could have second thoughts about how much damage so much cock in such a narrow space might cause. But to his surprise, his greased fuck-tool met no additional resistance.
"Yeah, I did it!" he panted.
"Ahhhhh, did you!" Cindy declared, rubbing her pussy again. And then she climaxed on the spot as hard as she ever had in her life.
"You coming already, Sis?" Buzz asked, then answered his own question as Cindy orgasmically writhed on the hiking spear of his ass-fucking prick. "Right, now you're coming for sure!"
"Better believe it, stud, and I don't wanna stop!" Cindy gushed. "Keep me coming the whole rest of the fuck, until I have an ass-full of your hot, thick jizz!"
Having proved her could bury the whole thing, Buzz now began to pump his cock back and forth in his sister's narrow shit tunnel. In reaction, Cindy went from one orgasm to the next, her pleasure mounting. But, as sensationally as she was coming, she still wanted even more thrills.
"Now do my tits!" she rasped.
Buzz had a hand on each one. Then he squeezed them together so the stiff nipples were side by side. From there he leaned down to take the fleshy points of both his sister's tits in his mouth at the same time for some hungry suction.
"Fantastic!" Cindy squealed with approval. "I've never felt more sucked and fucked before-not even when all of your friends were gang-banging me, Buzz. It's like the two of us are an orgy just by ourselves."
Buzz couldn't agree more. And now that he was in the groove, he could tell that he was working up to the biggest load of jizz he'd ever shot.
When was he going to come? Cindy eagerly asked him.
"As soon as you're ready for it, Sis," Buzz answered. "Been having to hold back ever since we really got going."
"Then don't wait a second longer," Cindy urgently said. "I want your jizz shooting up my ass as soon as I can get it. Quicker we finish fucking this time, then the faster you can start fucking me all over again."
"Okay, Sis, you got it!"
Buzz bore down, thrusting his prick to the shitty depths of Cindy's asshole. What was more, when his mouth sealed her nipples again, he didn't just suck them, he bit down into her spongy tit-flesh.
"Chew me up! Split me in two!" cried Cindy, her sheer ecstasy the result of exquisite agony. "And, most of all, drown me with your jizz!"
Buzz's shafting prick erupted then. It was like a miniature volcano in his sister's ass, pouring its liquid fire into her spasming bowels.
"No, I'm not gonna drown in jizz after all!"
Cindy shrieked. "Instead, it's gonna burn me up inside! God, it's soooo hot! I can't get fucked with enough of it!"
However, despite his massive load of cum, Buzz still only had so much to shoot. And after several seconds of spurting intensity, his cock's molten gushing had run its course and slowed to a dribble.
"That's as much as I've got, Sis," Buzz gasped to Cindy. "Gave you everything I had . . . more jizz than I've ever shot for any two other girls combined."
"Mmmmm, I know," Cindy gurgled. " 'Cause by the time you came I was thinking it was like you were two guys fucking me at once."
Then, as Buzz pulled out, he saw that Cindy's entire hand had jammed inside her cunt.
"That wasn't just your imagination, Sis," Buzz noted. "You really were getting it two ways at once. Fucking your own pussy just as much as I was fucking your ass."
"Well, how about that?" Cindy dreamily sighed as she looked down between her legs. "Happened so naturally, I didn't even know I was doing it to myself."
Then she wiggled her hand out of her cunt. A big grin split her face when she saw that her knuckles had been clenched and clustered within her.
"No wonder it felt as good in my cunt as it did in my asshole," she noted. "I was fist-fucking myself there at the same time your stiff prick fucked my ass, Buzz. This time I got so horny it surprised even me."
"Nothing you'd do would surprise me, Sis," Buzz truthfully said, and he meant it as the highest form of praise he could ever give to a girl. "Not anymore."
Clearly flattered by her brother's lofty opinion of her, Cindy now did her best to live up to it by suggesting, "So what would you think about us doing it all over again, right away? Only this time we switch."
"Huh?"
"Your cock in my cunt," Cindy said. "I mean, after the workout I gave it on my own, all your friends' jizz from the gang-bang must be swabbed out of my cunt by now."
"Yeah, guess so," muttered Buzz.
"And I want something else, too," Cindy stated with a devilish gleam in her eye. "This- fucking straight up my ass!"
She held up her fist, still so fresh from her pussy that her knuckles gleamed with female fuck-honey.
Buzz had said nothing she could do would surprise him, but Cindy had just proved him a liar. Shaking his head, he silently told her that, no, he couldn't believe that even she'd go through with what she'd just suggested.
"Watch me!" she told him.
Then Cindy was up on all fours, facing away from her brother so her hoisted ass was directly before him. Next, her hand fluttered there, the fingers uncurled now. The middle one slid into the squishing dent of her freshly fucked asshole. She wriggled it around, then quickly added another.
"Mmmmmm, it'll be so easy with your cum greasing the way, Buzz," she called over her shoulder to her staring brother. "Look."
Cindy added a third finger, then a fourth. All that remained now between her stretched asshole and her entire hand was her thumb.
"Still don't think I can do it, do you?" she needled her brother.
But Buzz had seen the light, repeating what he'd previously said, and this time it was unshakable. "Nothing you'd do would surprise me, Sis."
Cindy playfully wiggled her thumb in reply. Then she went to work with it. Her nail caught under the stretched rim of her asshole, then she pushed the rest inside. Indeed, she made it look easy.
"And now," she panted, "a fist."
Watching closely, Buzz knew when, she'd made one. For a notch away from her jam-packed ass, her pussy lips swelled and popped open like a jam tart because of the nearby pressure.
"God, this is a trip!" she gasped.
Then she gave herself a little punch in the ass, making her pussy lips quiver below.
"Oh, Buzz, you'd better hurry up and get your cock in my cunt," she warned. "Otherwise, I'm gonna start coming without you.".
Buzz needed no further encouragement. The dirtier his sister got, the more beautiful she seemed to him-and the harder his cock became for her. He'd already shot his wad twice, but already he could feel a fresh batch of jizz brewing for Cindy that promised to more than equal to either of the other two in heat and volume.
The best way to fill her waiting cunt with his prick? She was probably expecting him to do it from behind. But Buzz decided to approach it from an entirely different angle. Maybe Cindy couldn't surprise him anymore, but he could still catch her off guard.
Buzz swiftly assumed a new position. In front of his sister now, he'd lain down on his back. And from there he slid beneath her, feet first between her arms and legs, the way a mechanic does under a car.
Cindy caught on quick, bubbling with approval, "All right! My brother, the genius. The fucking genius!"
She reached down with her free hand, finding Buzz's rock-solid prick and holding it upright. Then, continuing to fist-fuck her own ass, she lowered her cunt until her pussy-lips folded around her brother's cockhead. Her pussy-juice leaked down his cockshaft, trickling all the way to Buzz's balls before Cindy's crotch dipped straight down.
Her rapidly lowered cunt had abruptly swallowed every inch of his prick. The jarring impact made her fist give some ground in her asshole, but not enough to dislodge her knuckles. She raised her cunt halfway back up the slippery pole of Buzz's cock while she socked her fist to the shitty depths of her own asshole.
From there, Cindy tirelessly repeated the process, thrusting back and forth between her equally fucked holes. Fist and cock, ass and pussy-in one hole and out of the other, then the other way around.
"I can't stand it!" She moaned.
Cindy had just given new meaning to the experience of having too much of a good thing. At the unbearable peak of an orgasmic tidal wave, she'd passed out cold, collapsing on top of her brother.
But Buzz met the challenge. He squirmed out from under her, then stood and jacked off his rigid prick the rest of the way to creamy eruption. His cum rained down on Cindy. And, as it did, she rolled over, taking the last part on her face and tits.
"Jesus, Sis, are you beautiful!" Buzz sighed, his cock dripping the final traces of jizz onto Cindy's naked body. "Don't know where the two of us go from here, but whatever happens after today, I'll know I'm the luckiest guy in the world for getting to fuck you."
Cindy's eyes were still closed. Below the neck she still didn't stir. Unconscious she definitely remained. But across her sticky face crept a gradually broadening grin until she was beaming from ear to ear.
CHAPTER THREE
Cindy quit the streets. The only action she craved now was with her brother. And how convenient that his room was a bungalow in the backyard, away from the rest of the house. It was so easy to sneak out there in the middle of the night and get fucked.
For a couple of weeks everything was perfect. But then things changed.
"Oh, dear," Cindy heard her mother say one day right after the mail had been delivered.
"What are we going to do about that girl?"
Cindy immediately sensed what it was all about, poking her head into the living room and sympathetically asking, "It's Donna, huh, Mom?"
Mrs. Keaton was trying not to cry, but it was no use. As she crumpled the letter she'd been reading, she helplessly broke into tears.
"I told her not to marry him," she sobbed, speaking of her oldest daughter. "Warned her that she wasn't ready to settle down."
"That's not so terrible," Cindy said, trying to calm down her mom. "You said yourself it had to happen sooner or later. So maybe it's all for the best, especially since Sis is still young enough to get her act together."
"I suppose so," Mr. Keaton sighed. "But it won't be that easy for the rest of us. When your father got his job transfer and we moved here, we didn't have any idea there'd be three children again when we bought this house."
"Donna's moving in with us?"
"Be here by the end of the week. And there's nowhere else to put her up except in the same room with you, Cindy. Hope you don't mind doubling up too much, but there's no other way."
Actually, Cindy minded plenty, because sharing a room with her sister meant it would be a whole lot harder to sneak out of the house to fuck her brother. But there was no way she could tell her mother that.
"Guess I'll just have to make do somehow," Cindy muttered, then wandered away and shut herself in her room to feel sorry for herself.
* * *
That night, Cindy discussed the problem of their sister Donna with Buzz when they were lying in bed after a long, hard fuck. He'd tried to reassure her that there was nothing to worry about, that they'd work it out somehow, but when Cindy pressed him for ideas, Buzz hadn't a one.
Then, a couple of days later, Donna was there, her old self. Moving right in with a ton of junk, she crowded Cindy into a corner of the room they now shared, taking over in her usual bossy way.
"God, Sis," she said to Cindy the first night they spent together, "you don't know how good it is not to be married anymore. That wife number is such a drag."
Curious, Cindy cautiously asked, "But don't you miss the . . . uh, you know?"
Donna got the message, smirking, "The sex?"
Cindy nodded.
Donna laughed out loud. "Shoot, what do you think I'm doing here? When the rest of you moved here to the city, I knew that's where I belonged, too. I don't want only one guy, I want all the action I can get, and this is the place."
"I-I wouldn't know about that."
"Oh, bullshit," Donna bluntly scoffed. "Even a little angel like you couldn't help losing her cherry in a town like this. Why, as soon as I was in the airport three different guys tried to pick me up, one right after another. I know the same kind of thing must be happening to you, Sis. And nobody can keep saying no to what comes natural forever."
Cindy held her tongue, hoping her sister would change the subject. But now Donna made the situation even more uncomfortable.
She chuckled, "Works the other way around, too. Like, take Buzz. God, he's gotten so cute. Not like just my little brother at all, anymore. Bet he doesn't have any trouble getting laid. I checked out those tight jeans he was wearing, so you know plenty of other girls have, too. He's hung with a big one, isn't he?"
"I-I wouldn't know about that."
"Then why," Donna teased, "are you blushing?"
"G'night, Sis," Cindy mumbled, ending the conversation. "I've got school tomorrow."
She turned off the lamp and pulled the covers all the way over her head, trying to seal herself off from her nosy big sister. But sleep wouldn't come. She peeked out from under the blanket and saw the glow of the cigarette Donna was smoking in the dark.
"Hmmmm, I wonder," Donna sighed to herself. "I'm really starting to wonder now."
Then the glow of her cigarette was crushed out in a rattling ashtray and the sound of her footsteps crossing the room followed. And after Donna had slipped out the door, Cindy was suddenly sitting upright in bed in a cold sweat.
"No," she tried to convince herself, "Donna couldn't ... she wouldn't!"
But when she looked out the window, Cindy saw the light in the backyard bungalow flashing on. In a moment, Cindy was on her way there, also. She had to know for sure whether she was just imagining things.
* * *
"Sorry to wake you up, but I needed somebody to keep me company," Donna told her sleepy-eyed brother.
"What about Cindy?" Buzz yawned.
"I feel more comfortable with a guy."
To show how comfortable she felt, Donna stretched out on the bed beside her brother. All of a sudden, he was wide awake, because her robe had fallen open enough to show most of her bare tits.
When Donna caught him staring, Buzz self-consciously turned away. But then she teased, "Go ahead and look all you want, brother, dear. That's the thing I like about being around guys best-that they like me."
Buzz's eyes gradually focused on Donna's tits again. By that time she'd allowed her robe to loosen even more, her plump nipples there to be seen.
"You, uh,- think I'm pretty, don't you?" Donna softly asked, running her fingertips over her large tits.
"Yeah . . . real pr-pretty," Buzz choked.
Donna's tone remained soft, but how her words became strikingly bold. "Pretty enough to give you a hard-on for me, my darling brother?"
Buzz was afraid to answer. But what he did made the condition of his cock obvious, as he tried to draw the blanket over his revealing crotch.
"No, let me see," Donna insisted, reaching out so fast to pull away the blanket that her brother didn't have time to stop her.
"Okay, Sis . . . so I've got one," Buzz sheepishly gulped, unable to hide the throbbing evidence of his arousal which now jutted from the flap of his pajama bottoms.
"Mmmmm, do you," purred Donna. "And you know what I've got for you now that I can see what you've got for me? A real wet pussy. As wet as your cock is hard. Look!"
She flung her robe all the way open now, spreading her legs in the process. Abruptly, Buzz was breathlessly staring down at her wide-open cunt. Smelling it, too, as his nostrils flared.
And outside the bungalow, spying through the window, Cindy wrinkled her nose as if she could almost smell her sister's cunt herself. For she had been watching and listening the whole time, so there could be no doubt in her mind that her worst fear was coming to pass-Donna was hell bent on seducing Buzz.
At this point, Cindy desperately tried to come up with a way to stop her big sister from succeeding. But her brain was reeling so much that she couldn't think straight. And, meanwhile, Donna was turning up the heat on Buzz . . .
"You know, that hard-on of yours isn't gonna go away on its own," Donna cooed.
"Not any more than my pussy'll cool down."
"Wh-what do you expect me to do, Sis?" Buzz stammered.
"Just what comes naturally. And I do mean cummmmm."
"F-fuck you?"
"Oh, we don't have to go that far," Donna smirked. "At least not right away, that is." "Th-then?"
"I'm just an old-fashioned girl, I guess. But before a guy fucks me, I like a little sucking first so we can get used to each other. 'Specially if his cock and my cunt are still brand new to each other."
"You mean, me eating your pussy?" "That's half of it." "While you give me a blowjob?" "Mmmm-hmmm, a sixty-nine. My favorite number."
That said, Donna rolled over on top of Buzz, shifting her body so she wound up with her thighs astride his head while she looked down at his crotch. Then she sat on his face, sealing his mouth with her juicy cunt.
"Don't be shy," she said. "Use your tongue."
Buzz noisily slurped from below. "Ahhhh, that's it!" Donna sighed. "All of your tongue all the way up inside my cunt, just like a cock. Same way I'm gonna take your real cock in my cunt of a mouth."
Then, swooping down, Donna swallowed every inch of Buzz's hard-on with a single gulp. He shuddered beneath her, which only seemed to make his tongue more active in her pussy, because she was certainly wiggling her ass as if this were the case.
Witnessing the sixty-nine through the window, Cindy bitterly wished that a bolt of lightning would strike her big sister. But at the same time, she also found herself having to admit that she could hardly blame Buzz for giving in to Donna. For, to be honest, wasn't the core of jealousy often the fear that your rival could do something just as well or better than you could yourself?
This second feeling became stronger the longer Cindy followed the action. There was no doubt that her big sister had a terrific body and knew just how to use it to get the most out of a guy. Maybe, Cindy eventually decided, she could even learn something by watching Donna operate.
When she was sixty-nining, Donna was more than just an ordinary cocksucker. She could deep-throat as well as anybody, but then most girls these days had learned how to do that. But how many of them had enough confidence to stop going down on a guy's cock in the middle of a blowjob and take both his balls all the way in her mouth instead?
Donna did just that to Buzz, rubbing his stiff prick against her face while she feasted on his nuts. She wasn't shy about using her teeth either, tugging with them just enough to drive her brother a little bit crazy.
"Jeez, Sis," he moaned into her cunt, "that feels so good I almost can't stand it."
Here, Donna gave his balls one last pull, then let them out of her mouth the same as she'd done with his cock.
"You're not supposed to be able to stand it. Now let's see if this gets the job done."
Her next move was to wedge her face right into the crack of his ass. The way Buzz began to squirm from the waist down, only one thing could be happening to him. His big sister had her tongue in his asshole and was rimming him.
"You're right, Sis," he gasped. "I can't stand it!"
His rigid prick, temporarily twisting in the air, creamily erupted. But, abruptly, there was Donna, bobbing up from his rimmed ass to deep-throat him all over again. And as she drank Buzz's jizz, that's when she came in his mouth too, her climaxing pussy squishing out loud as her orgasmic juice was sucked from it.
Looking on, Cindy had to be impressed by her big sister's expert performance. Actually, she was more than impressed. Hopelessly turned-on, was more like it. So turned-on that she'd either have to run into the house and take a cold shower, or stay put and give in to the mounting pressure between her own legs right here and now.
Cindy chose the latter course. Her fingers were digging into her cunt by the time her sister and brother had swallowed each other's cum, and a climax of her own making had started welling in her tingling loins.
"Oooooh, it's hitting me even harder than I thought it would," Cindy moaned under her ragged breath when the moment of truth was upon her.
She slumped to the ground, away from the window as she came. Then, even after her orgasm had run its course, she couldn't make herself stop finger fucking her pussy until she'd treated herself to the writhing frenzy of a repeat performance.
After she'd come twice, Cindy just lay there for a while, trying to collect her scrambled wits. She'd seen enough of Donna and Buzz, she attempted to convince herself. The best thing for her to do now was to go back into the house, get some sleep, and pick up the pieces of what this all meant tomorrow.
But when she tried to put her resolution into practice, Cindy just couldn't bring herself to leave, not when she heard what Donna said next . . .
"Fuck me, Buzz! Fuck me now!"
Donna was up on the bed, on all fours like a bitch in heat. From between the cheeks of her raised ass, her rear-spread cunt yawned with drooling invitation.
"That's right, Buzz," she called over her shoulder. "From behind. Dog-fuck me!"
Buzz didn't need to be asked twice. He was immediately there, lining himself up to take the plunge, his jutting cock seeming even harder and bigger than it had before.
"Hard and deep," Donna urged. "Like you're trying to split me in two!"
"Sure, Sis. I'll rip you good."
Then, grabbing his sister's asscheeks for leverage, Buzz swung his crotch back and forth a couple of times to get up steam. The third lurch, though, was straight ahead. His prick surged into Donna's cunt, the jolting impact rocking her forward on her knees. But she gave ground only for an instant, pushing right back so her ass slammed into Buzz's gut.
"Mmmmm, now this is what I call fucking," Donna hoarsely rasped. "If that damned husband of mine had been half the stud my own brother is, I'd still be married."
"Are you gonna come, Sis?" Buzz asked.
"What do you think?" Donna answered, reaching down to flick her clit. "Oh god!"
She climaxed on the spot, and celebrated by jogging back and forth to fuck Buzz's cock more with her slipping, sliding cunt than it was fucking her. This led to another orgasm for her after the first one, then a third after that, and she was still going strong. Indeed, it seemed she could keep it up indefinitely.
Buzz took it in his stride, letting Donna know what he'd taken the measure of her kind before.
"A chick starts coming and won't stop, Sis, means only one thing. That she's out of her mind waiting on a guy's jizz. That he'd better put the bitch out of her misery before she comes too much for her own good."
"Ooooh, how right you are!" Donna breathlessly agreed. "Who've you been fucking to make you so smart about girls like me? Didn't know there were that many of us."
"You might be surprised, Sis," was all Buzz would say.
Then, keeping control of the action, he hurried to swamp Donna's cunt with his jizz before she ran the risk of passing out from her own non-stop coming. His large hands now spanning her slender waist, Buzz jerked his sister to and fro like she was a rag doll, making her cunt ride his bucking prick.
"It's too good . . . too good!" Donna groaned. "You've just gotta shoot your wad, Buzz, before I'm too far gone to feel your hot jizz burning up my cunt the way I ought to."
"It's on the way, Sis. And don't worry, Sis, you'll feel everything!" Buzz vowed, on a macho roll.
Then he grabbed a fistful of Donna's hair, snapping her head back so she shrieked with pain.
"How's that feel, Sis?"
"Beautiful!" screamed Donna.
"And this, bitch?" Buzz hissed, reaching down with his other hand to seize one of her dangling tits for a brutal wrenching.
"Oh, you bastard!" Donna cried. "I love it!"
Then Buzz was ready for the bottom line. With his crotch wedged between his sister's asscheeks, his cock was stabbing her cunt to his balls.
"Come, Buzz, come!" Cindy panted at the window. "Come in Sis's cunt with more jizz than she ever knew any guy's cock could give her. The same way you do when you're fucking me!"
"Take it, bitch!" Buzz spat in Donna's ear.
"God, it's sooo hot, sooo much!" Donna yelped, her brother's hard-on unloading at her pussy's depths. "Makes me come twice as hard as I did before! Oh God . . . maybe too hard!"
Her voice trailed off into a drooling whimper. As her eyes rolled, the lids drooped.
"Yeah, Sis, I can dig it," Buzz knowingly said. "I'm about through now, and so are you."
He bucked his crotch a couple of more times for some final spurts, then let go of Donna's hair and tits. She pitched forward, her swamped cunt and Buzz's dribbling prick separating with a wet pop.
"Out cold," Buzz noted with satisfaction. "Just like Cindy wound up when I fucked her the first time we got it on. How about that? Am I a stud or what?"
He shook off the final drops of his jizz onto his big sister's ass, watching them slither down between her asscheeks.
"Yeah," he sighed, "Donna's Cindy all over again, that's for sure. Fucking one is like fucking the other. I couldn't choose between them, I don't think, even if my life depended on it."
Now Buzz grinned, from ear to ear.
"But, what the hell, I don't have to choose," he laughed. "Got both right here in the same family. What they don't know about each other won't hurt either of them. And what I know about them puts me just about on top of the fuckin' world."
But, of course, the situation had already become far more complicated than Buzz knew. In reality his fate was not in his own hands, but in those of one of the sisters he planned on playing against each other Cindy. And outside the window she had to be amused by how full of it her brother was. Putting him in his place was starting to seem like an absolute necessity.
"Well, Buzz still might wind up on top of the world," she whispered to herself, the beginning of an idea for some sweet female revenge beginning to form in her mind. "But it's not gonna be as easy as he thinks. It's going to be a long, hard climb."
Finally, Cindy left the bungalow and returned to her own room. There, she had no thought of sleep, but lay awake making plans. At last the door creaked open. In staggered Donna. Cindy turned on the lamp, freezing her naked sister with a piercing gaze.
"I-I can explain everything," Donna weakly muttered, obviously saying the first thing that came to her mind.
"No, Sis," Cindy briskly answered, "leave that to me."
CHAPTER FOUR
Cindy had set her stunned sister down on the bed next to her and told Donna everything. All the way from, "I fucked Buzz first," to, "When I was watching you fuck him tonight, Sis, it was almost like watching myself."
"I-I don't believe it," Donna stammered at the close of Cindy's shocking tale. "I don't believe any of it except that you spied on me and Buzz, you little snoop! The rest-it-it's some kind of trick so I'll trust you and then it'll be easier for you to blackmail me somehow!"
Cindy could understand her sister's suspicion, and made a bold offer to overcome it. "Donna, it's as simple as this. To prove I mean what I say, I'll do anything you want."
Donna raised her eyebrows. "Anything?"
"Just try me, Sis," Cindy stated. "Whatever it takes, I'm ready to go as far as I have to so I can convince you how much alike we really are."
Suddenly Donna was grinning, as if she were now in control.
"Cindy, honey, you might not be able to handle what I'm really like. Even if you're telling the truth about you and Buzz, and we did both fuck our own brother, that doesn't mean you're ready for the rest of the real me."
"I'll take my chances, Sis."
"Well," Donna smirked, looking Cindy straight in the eye with a smoldering gaze, "I didn't leave my husband just because I wanted other guys. See, I've got another weakness besides cock. Can you guess yet what it is?"
And here, Donna reached over and stroked her sister's thigh. Cindy flinched, but she didn't move away.
"Get the hint?" Donna purred, edging her hand closer to the crux of her sister's trembling thighs.
"You're b-bi, aren't you?" Cindy gulped.
"Mmmm-hmmmm," Donna seductively murmured. "A sweet pussy turns me on just as much as a hard cock. Now do you think we're so much alike, baby sister?"
Cindy had already gone too far to back off, breathlessly answering, "It's up to you, Sis, to show me if I'm wrong."
"Then we can start with this," Donna chuckled, sliding her hand under Cindy's nightie.
Cindy shivered, but held her own. "C-Can I feel your pussy, too, Sis?"
"Be my guest," Donna dared.
Cindy's hand shook as it approached the first cunt it had ever touched other than her own. But once she'd made contact between Donna's opening thighs and tested the juicy warmth, feeling up another girl suddenly seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
"C-Can I f-fingerfuck you, Sis?" Cindy panted.
"Be my guest."
Cindy promptly did it. Slipping between her sister's pussy lips, her middle finger began to wriggle.
Instantly moaning, Donna had to admit, "Well, maybe you're faking it, but so far you could sure fool me if you're not at least just a little bit bi. Want me to fingerfuck your cunt, too, Sis?"
Now it was Cindy's turn to say, "Be my guest."
And then it wasn't just Donna's middle finger which entered her little sister's cunt, but the two alongside it as well. Plus, she curled her knuckles so the three of them clustered together were just like a cock.
"Only if you fuck me back just as hard," Donna bargained.
"With pleasure!"
Immediately, Cindy curled three fingers of her own and pumped them in her sister's cunt. But then Donna went her one better, increasing the bulk of the lesbian hand-job she was giving with her thumb. There was no way that Cindy wasn't going to keep up. Indeed, now she was ready to set the pace, adding not just her thumb but her pinkie as well with Donna's cunt-her entire hand, and with all five knuckles bulging.
"God, you learn fast! You're just a born dyke!" Donna squealed with approval. "Now, don't let up, really fist-fuck my cunt!"
"Not until you do something about that last finger of yours still missing from my pussy," teased Cindy.
"You got it, Sis. Here, feel this!" Donna gushed, punching to the depths of her kid sister's jam-packed cunt.
"Wow, I just came already!" Cindy cried. Then, punching back, she urged, "Now you come, too, darling!"
"Couldn't keep from coming for you, Sis, if my life depended on it!" Donna moaned.
Then, the tempo set, the sisters fist-fucked each other's cunts through a series of shared orgasms. And the only thing that could break it up was the promise of moving on to the next stage of the action.
"Oh, Sis, we've just got to eat each other now," Donna finally suggested, withdrawing her dripping knuckles. "Sixty-nine-the way only two girls can do it."
"Then you get on top," Cindy answered. "Lead the way!"
She rolled over onto her back, keeping her fist buried in her big sister for the time being. Donna didn't have to lead the way, after all. For as Cindy bucked her crotch upward toward Donna's waiting mouth, her own face was simultaneously sat upon.
From there, it was like a contest to see which girl could make her sister come in her mouth first. But the result was, once again, perfect harmony.
Cindy and Donna climaxed at precisely the same time, each funneling the other's female cum down her throat with her pussy-hilting tongue.
"Mmmmm, Sis,'.' Donna slurped after they'd feasted for the run of their shared orgasms, "you've got the sweetest cum I've ever tasted. Damn, your pussy makes me so thirsty for more to drink out of it that I'm almost ready to ask if you'll-" Donna stopped short. Cindy asked her what was wrong.
"No, I can't ask you-not to do that," Donna self-consciously muttered. "Not when it's only your first time with another girl."
"Let me be the judge of that," Cindy insisted from below. "C'mon, Sis, put me to the test. I'll never forgive you if you don't. The suspense is already starting to kill me."
"It's awful dirty," Donna warned.
"That's what sex is all about, isn't it?" Cindy sang out. "The dirtier the better!"
But Donna still hesitated. This only made Cindy even more determined to get whatever it was out of her big sister.
"I'll stop sixty-nining with you unless you tell me, Sis," Cindy threatened.
Donna was too hungry for more pussy-eating to take the chance that Cindy was bluffing.
"Okay, Sis, here it is. Will you-could you-" "What, damn you?" Cindy impatiently snapped. "Let me know so I can hurry up and do it to you!"
"... Piss on me, Sis," a gasping Donna finally revealed. "Piss in my mouth. Your piss from your sweet cunt, mixed with your cum."
It wasn't what Cindy had been expecting, but she readily answered, "Only under one condition. You have to piss for me, too."
Donna was too excited to answer. Her mouth was already back on her sister's cunt, while she in turn sat flush again on Cindy's face.
Their tongues knew just where to go. Not deep into one another's cunt-hole this time, but to that tiny opening just below the clit, where the liquid discharge is a spurting yellow instead of a sticky ooze.
And with the expert probing taking effect, Cindy and Donna bore down from within to push themselves over the brink as quickly as possible. Then, with gushing force, their pussies had erupted, and each was guzzling down a bittersweet flood of the other's hot pee.
The Keaton sisters drank piss like their very lives depended on it, both after every drop they could get. In this they were successful. But even after they'd finished their golden showers they were still using their tongues in one another's cunt. Because now it was time to climax together again, chasing down the piss with female cum.
"Ooooooh, Sis," Donna drooled aloud, finally breaking for air, "I almost drowned in your piss and pussy-juice."
"Ahhh, same with me and your cunt," Cindy wetly sighed from below. "I don't know what we can do to top that."
Donna paused a moment, then hopefully answered, "I do, Sis . . . if you think you're ready for it."
"If I haven't proved by now that I'm just as bi as you are," Cindy affectionately needled her big sister, "then you just haven't been paying attention. And I know that ain't right."
"Okay, you win," Donna said. "You're ready, all right. Wait right here. In fact, close your eyes. I wanna really surprise you with this one. You'll love it."
Cindy waited in darkness on the bed, while her sister jumped off and went to rummage through one of the suitcases she'd brought with her. She pulled out a huge dildo. Strapping it on, she called to Cindy, "Now don't look until I tell you to, so I can absolutely blow your fucking mind."
Soon the device as solidly in place, its base flush with Donna's crotch so that it jutted at aright angle. Stroking its rigid length, she sighed as if it were truly a flesh and blood part of her.
"God, Sis," Cindy desperately sputtered with her eyes still shut, "I'm getting so horny waiting that I'm almost ready to come without being touched."
"Well, maybe when you see what I've got for you, it'll happen anyway," Donna predicted.
"Then I can look now?"
"That's right, Sis. Get an eyeful of what you're gonna get your cunt full of just as soon as I can shove it into you."
Cindy blinked and focused. And sure enough, the instant she saw her sister she came on the spot from the incredible sight of Donna with a hard-on!
"A dildo!" Cindy orgasmically moaned, rubbing her pussy in anticipation. "I've heard about 'em, but never seen one. Oh, Donna, it turns you into such a stud!"
"Mmm, I know," Donna leered, giving her "cock" a brief hand-job as she approached the bed and her naked sister. "Now spread 'em for me, bitch, and I mean wide! Make your hot cunt into the juicy target this fucking monster deserves."
"This good enough for you, stud?" Cindy bubbled, pulling her legs all the way back by the ankles so they straddled her head and her body was jackknifed. "Can't make myself into more of a cunt than this."
"Perfect!" Donna declared.
Then she was on the bed, kneeling before wide-open Cindy with the dildo aimed at her yawning teenage pussy-hole.
"You like it fast or slow, easy or rough, Sis?" Donna asked.
"As much like rape as you can make it!" Cindy blurted.
"I thought so."
"Well, so what're you waiting for?" "For you to beg me." "Fuck me! Please, fuck me!" Cindy readily pleaded.
"Better than that, you horny, little bitch!"
And Cindy even more readily cried, "Rape me! Rape me, please! Rip me to pieces with your big, hard cock, Sis!"
"You got it, cunt!"
Then, gripping the dildo like it was a dagger, Donna surged between her kid sister's raised, spread thighs and stabbed her pussy to the hilt. Cindy shrieked in reaction, climaxing at once.
"Oooooh," Cindy swooned, "I've never been fucked by so much cock before! Not even by the most hung guy I ever put out for! Can you feel it, Sis, how much I'm already coming for your big, hard cock?"
Hilted in Cindy's cunt, the dildo shivered and recoiled.
"God, yes, can I feel it! Feel it so good that you've got me almost coming, too, Sis. Every move you make pushes this monster back against my clit."
"Really?"
"Just try it some more. Harder! Make me come along with you!"
Cindy's ass left the bed as she thrust her hips to bury the dildo even more severely in her pussy and simultaneously jam the base against her sister's cunt. Donna was suddenly screeching with pleasure, no doubt that she was coming every bit as powerfully as Cindy just had.
"Now you're raping me, Sis," Donna gushed. "More! More!"
Cindy's crotch began rising and falling with pumping rhythm, as though her hips were hinged by steel springs. At the same time this made one end of the dildo jackhammer her own pussy it made the root-end maul Donna's clit. The result was both sisters coming so mightily together it was almost as if they owned the same climaxing cunt.
For several minutes the girls fucked like that, trading cock-thrusts and sharing one, long, seemingly continuous orgasm. And when they stopped, it was for the same reason as when they'd previously ended their fist-fucking and sixty-nining time to go even farther.
"I've just got to strap that thing on me now," a panting Cindy said of the dildo, "and see what kind of stud I can be when I have a hard-on."
"Ooooh, I can't wait to see you wearing it." Donna agreed.
Bobbing up on her knees, she wriggled out of the device. The dildo dripped so much with pussy-juice when it was handed to Cindy that it looked like a real cock did after it had shot a load of jizz.
Cindy quickly outfitted herself with the rubber prick. Then she flexed her hips, making her massive "cock" twang as it loomed from her hairy crotch.
"Now I'm Ms. Macho!" she crowed.
"Right on, Sis!" Donna excitedly replied. "Want me to beg you for it?"
"What do you think, bitch?" Cindy snickered.
Donna responded on cue. "Fuck me, Sis, please fuck me! Fuckin' rape me!"
She didn't just spread her legs. Instead, she was on all fours, the same way she did for Buzz.
"Hmmmm, you read my mind," Cindy said in reaction to the position her big sister had taken. "So now see if you can read mine about just exactly how and where I'm gonna fuckin' rape you!"
Donna had no doubt about what her sister meant. She knew what was going to happen, and made it clear to Cindy how much she wanted it. Gripping the globes of her ass, she eagerly yanked them apart, showcasing her tight shit-hole.
"Fuck . . . rape ... rip my horny asshole!" Donna shouted. "Fuck . . .rape ... rip the shit out of me, Sis!"
It was a challenge for which Cindy was ready, and the dildo couldn't have been more primed for the job. Greased by pussy-juice, it surged to the hilt on the first try, which served to make its base bang against Cindy's own tenderly swollen clit.
From there, each cock-thrust was like another step to heaven for the ass-fucking Keaton sisters. But it wouldn't end with just Cindy directing the dildo into Donna's shitting, coming asshole. Before this night of nights was over, they switched round so that Cindy was on the receiving end. Then, when their female hard-on had finished its work, Cindy and Donna fell into the same bed and cuddled each other to sleep. And if either had awakened to glance at the other, she'd have seen her sister grinning from ear to ear.
CHAPTER FIVE
Once they'd taken care of each other in such grand style, it was only logical that Cindy and Donna should have to decide what they would do about the boy who'd been unwittingly responsible for getting them in bed together. Brother Buzz.
"He thinks, you know, that he can get away with fucking both of us without either finding out about the other," Cindy told Donna when they were sorting things out the morning after their lesbian session. "I overheard him making plans last night when I was still spying on you two, right after you'd passed out cold."
"Then that means he must be plenty worried about what'll happen if we do figure out he's fucking both me 'n' you," reasoned Donna. "Wow, would I like to see the expression on his face if we called him on it."
"So what's stopping us? Why don't we go ahead and do just that?" Cindy suggested with a devilish grin.
"This isn't just off the top of your head, is it?" Donna guessed. "You've already got something in mind, don't you?"
"It's what I was going to talk to you about last night, Sis," Cindy revealed. "Until we got, uh, sidetracked, and I didn't get the chance."
"Well, I can see already that you won't be satisfied unless you talk me into it," Donna sighed. "So go ahead, convince me."
Selling her big sister on her scheme was hardly the most difficult job Cindy had ever tackled. In fact, it was among the easiest. Donna all but jumped at the chance to be a part of it.
Indeed, it was Donna herself who summed things up. "Poor Buzz. He doesn't have a chance. Not a fuckin' chance!"
* * *
Buzz Keaton was horny as hell, sleepless in bed with a hard-on that poked up under the covers. With a pair of sisters to fuck, he'd counted on luring one of them into his room tonight, but they'd both given him the brush-off when he'd nosed around for some pussy.
"I started my period," Cindy had told him.
And then Donna had put him off with the oldest excuse in the world, that she had a headache.
So, as a result, here was Buzz with a hard-on he couldn't get rid of-unless, of course, he gave in to the frustration between his legs the way he used to regularly do when he was younger.
"No," he tried to insist to himself, "I won't do it. Be too much of a step back after I've been getting the real thing." But even as he said this, Buzz was on the verge of losing the battle. For his hand had automatically slipped under the covers to grip his rigid cock. If he didn't find some self-control, he'd wind up jacking off in spite of his vow not to.
"Aw, what the hell, what's a guy supposed to do?" he soon sighed, finally accepting his fate. "Nobody'll ever know I had to fall back on a hand-job except me, and I'll forget about it as soon as I get my next piece of ass."
Then, with his free hand, Buzz pulled away the covers so he could watch his other hand stroking his rigid cock. Like most guys, he was pretty much in love with his own prick.
"Yeah, feels good, huh?" Buzz panted as if he were talking directly to his prick, rhythmically tugging the skin back and forth over his swollen cockhead. "Some pussy'd be a whole lot better, but sometimes you get so horny you gotta take what you can get."
His Stroked cock throbbed in response, getting redder all the time. Then Buzz's balls had started to tighten, relaying the message that they had plenty of jizz on tap and that it wouldn't be long before it surfaced.
"Well, might as well hurry up and get this over with," Buzz puffed, his breath rapidly quickening.
His hand became a blur around his prick, the friction making his crotch buck. Just a few more seconds and he'd be out of his misery at least for the time being.
But it wouldn't be that simple for Buzz. A lot can happen in a few seconds. Enough to change your life. Such as, starting with your bedroom door being unexpectedly opened by the two girls who'd driven you to jacking off in the first place, and who now were going to catch you in the act . . .
"Oh, Jesus!" Buzz blurted when his sisters were suddenly standing there, looking straight at him. As his face reddened to the same shade as his jacked-off cock, it was too late for him to turn back the tide that had risen to the bursting point between his legs. Helplessly, with his sisters watching, Buzz Keaton shot his wad.
"Oh, Jesus!" he repeated when his jizz had creamily flown, and was now dribbling down on his hand and balls, only he was groaning at this point with the pain of total embarrassment.
And here, after having stood in eerie silence, one of Buzz's sisters finally spoke. Donna's mocking voice cut him like a knife.
She said to Cindy, "You know, Sis, I always heard that boys who beat their meat are real losers. The type who don't have what it takes to get themselves laid."
"Hmmmm, I didn't think Buzz was that bad off," Cindy replied in equal jest.
"Neither did I. But, well, you can see for yourself, Sis."
"Well, maybe," Cindy suggested, the traces of a grin playing at the corners of her mouth, "he's just in a slump. Needs somebody to remind him not to waste a hard-on and a load of cum like this."
"Could be that you just might have something there, Sis," Donna said. "Of course, with any other boy, I'd say to forget it. But with your own brother, it just might be worth the trouble to try and straighten him out-for our sake as well as his: After all, it's kind of a bummer to have a jack-off artist in the same family. "What do you think?"
"It's worth a try."
"I'll do it if you will, then."
"Together?"
"Why not?"
Then, before Buzz Keaton's disbelieving eyes, his sisters casually stripped. As their naked bodies were exposed, his cock sprang back up at throbbing attention, while the rest of him turned helplessly limp with astonishment.
"Well, the way I see it," Donna next said, "the first thing we have to do is make poor Buzz forget he jacked off."
Cindy picked up on her big sister's logic. "So that means we have to get rid of all that leftover cum for him, right?"
"Unless you can think of something better, Sis."
"No, makes sense to me. C'mon, let's get it done. Sooner we clean him off, the better poor Buzz'll feel about himself."
Within seconds, Cindy and Donna had joined their stunned brother on his bed. How did two girls clean up a young man who'd just beat his meat? With their lapping tongue in this case, all over his sticky cock and balls.
Buzz still wasn't sure this was really happening to him. But he as no dope. If it was more than just a kinky dream, then it had to mean that his sisters had found out he'd fucked them both and were teaming up to drive him out of his mind. Setting him up for some gigantic put down.
But in the meantime, Buzz had to admit, if he was being taken for a ride, so far it sure felt good. Their tongues hadn't stopped working on him even though they'd already licked up all his cum. One of them was all the way down into the crack of his ass, the other up at his cockhead. And if they kept on with it, they'd have a new batch of jizz to clean off his crotch.
"What the hell?" Buzz finally told himself under his ragged breath. "If it's only a dream I don't have anything to lose. And if they're getting even, I might as well relax and enjoy it as long as I can."
Then, just as he'd made that decision, it was no longer just tongues. One of Buzz's sisters had now taken both of his balls all the way into her slurping mouth. The other had deep-throated his eight-inch prick.
"Don't have much choice, do I?" Buzz muttered to himself some more, the last of his breath leaving his lungs at the same time a fresh supply of jizz mounted between his legs. "Here I go."
His ass jumped off the bed. As it did, he felt his sisters' mouths abruptly let go of his cock and balls. This must be the point at which Cindy and Donna planned to bring him down, Buzz figured, when he was helplessly shooting his wad. So, okay, they'd won, but not before he got off one more time.
His cock erupted. And coming with momentary pleasure, Buzz closed his eyes as he simultaneously anticipated the worst. Except that it didn't happen. For, when he warily looked again, there were his sisters directly above his crotch, cheek to cheek with their grinning faces splattered by his jizz. Now what?
"All right, I'm whipped," Buzz panted, knowing this was definitely not a dream if coming that hard hadn't jarred him awake. "So you figured out I fucked you both and you're here to get even. And, yeah, I'll admit it, I deserve the worst for being such a bastard. But just go ahead and get it over with, huh? Whatever it is, I'm ready to take my medicine. And the suspense is killing me."
"But brother, dear," Cindy answered through the stickiest of leering smiles, "it's already happening to you, right on schedule."
"Wh-what's that?" Buzz gulped.
"Too much of a good thing, kiddo," Donna told him. "That's how Sis and I are gonna make you pay the price."
"No more sucking and fucking each of us on the side," Cindy finished up. "You've got to come across for both of us at the same time or not at all."
But, Buzz pointed out, he'd already lost two loads of jizz and didn't know how much he had left. Don't worry, he was told by his naked sisters, they had what it took to push him to the limit. All he had to do was just be their "victim". He might end up flat on his back for a week, with a sprained cock and ruptured balls, but he'd never forget a sucked, fucked minute of how he got there.
Buzz asked, "Does it really make any difference what I say? You two bitches'll rape me anyway, won't you?"
His sisters laughed and nodded. Then they went to work.
It was Donna who now sat on Buzz's face. She had a hairy enough bush to make it look like he'd grown a wispy little beard. And the way her cunt sucked his tongue up into it filled the air with the sound of his instant slurping.
Next it was Cindy's turn. She swung her thighs astride her brother's loins, kneeling at firs so her hoisted pussy dripped its juice onto his cock and balls. Buzz reacted with an automatic hard-on, which sprang up just long enough for Cindy to snag it with her pussy-lips and keep it at a right angle from his crotch.
From there, down Cindy plunged, getting herself a cunt full of cock as quickly as it could be done. Then, in the driver's seat, she began riding her brother's fuck meat, raping him as much as a boy can be raped by a girl. "Ooooooh, Sis," Donna called from her perch on Buzz's face, "he's getting the message if his tongue in my pussy means anything. It's just like a cock now that you've got his real prick in your cunt, Cindy."
"Mmmmm, then you can imagine what I'm feeling," Cindy moaned. "He told me the first time we fucked that he was hung with eight inches, but now his prick's so big and hard it feels like the size of our dildo in my cunt."
"What're you trying to do, Sis, make me jealous?" Donna teased.
"Don't worry, you'll get your chance before we're finished," Cindy answered. "And, in the meantime, I'll make up the difference for you."
That said, Cindy leaned forward toward Donna across their raped brother. Donna immediately responded in kind. Then the Keaton sisters were soul-kissing and squashing their tits together as they made Buzz forcibly suck and fuck their pussies. It was now that the girls climaxed, as much from each other as from their male slave.
"Oooooh, baby!" Donna moaned to Cindy when the lesbian kiss was finally broken. "No matter what happens with Buzz, we'll still have each other. I don't wanna stop till dawn, with or without him."
"No, we can't lose either way, can we?" Cindy replied. "Either Buzz has the balls to take us both on, or we'll wind up in each other's faces all night long like a couple of dykes. No problem there for us. It's all up to Buzz."
"Well, c'mon then, Sis," declared Donna. "Let's really put the poor boy to the test!"
So the Keaton girls' mouths went back to work, but this time to suck tit. For each lifted one of the other's tit-mounds to her face and started nursing on her plump nipple.
With Donna's hairy cunt sitting on his face, Buzz couldn't see his bi sisters in action above him. But he didn't have to. He'd listened to enough of their steamy conversation to be able to imagine full well what they were doing once he heard their telltale slurping.
Buzz's response was predictable. On the one hand, nothing turns on a normal guy more than two chicks getting it on together. On the other hand though, nothing spurs him on to assert himself more than the challenge of being excluded.
He rose to the occasion. If his tongue was like a thrusting cock in Donna's cunt, then his actual hard-on was a jackhammer in Cindy's pussy. He was determined to make his sisters come so much from what he was doing to them that they'd forget all about what they were doing to each other.
But as hard as he tongued and fucked their pussies, he could hear them sucking each other's tits as loudly as ever. And all the while, he was getting nearer to shooting his wad.
He couldn't come in vain, he decided. He was set on showing these bitches he was boss, that's all there was to it. After all, it had been their idea in the first place that he should take them both on at once-and it was about time he made them pay the price.
So up Buzz reared. There were two of them, but they were just a couple of cunts-he was the stud with the balls.
"Hey, bitches," he called down, "think I'll take another shot at being a jack-off artist. Paint myself a pretty little picture with my juicy prick."
Then Buzz beat his meat the rest of the way to an explosion of spurting jizz. It rained down on his naked sisters, aimed at the tits they'd been sucking between themselves. Then Buzz put down his bare foot and smeared his jism all over them with it.
"Hmmm, not such a pretty picture after all, is it?" he darkly chuckled. "More of a mess, really. And I guess I'd feel like sort of a rat if I left you like this. So ... " He began pulling at his cock again. By now it was at half-mast. Certainly he couldn't come again. But that wasn't what he had in store for Cindy and Donna.
"Ready for your bath?" he jeered.
And now, straining from within, he launched another flow from his prick. This was a continuous stream rather than a series of spurts. And it was golden instead of creamy. Because Buzz Keaton was pissing all over his sisters.
"Think I like this as much as coming on you, bitches," he hissed along with his gushing prick.
But if Buzz thought he'd succeeded in putting the girls in their places, he was dead wrong. In fact, what he'd done was to give them more fuel to drive him even farther up the wall.
"Mmmmm, piss!" one of them gurgled. "Now why didn't we think of that, Sis?"
"Thanks to Buzz, we have now," the other one bubbled.
And then, directly below their brother, Cindy and Donna promptly curled into a lesbian sixty-nine. Their cunts were immediately as flush as they could get with one another's sealing mouths. Their thirsty sucking was almost deafening.
"Now!" both slurped.
Their loins thrusting, they were pissing now. Each pissing straight down her sister's gulping throat.
If ever there was a test for any guy to prove balls can dominate pussies, this was it for Buzz Keaton. As he looked forward to making his mark on these bitches for once and for all, his pulse quickened, pumping fresh blood between his legs. When he stroked his revived hard-on it felt like steel, spurring him on.
"You asked for it, you two!" he thundered with macho fury. "No two sisters of mine are gonna get off on pussy without paying the price! Not while I'm in the same family to straighten them out!"
He reached down, snatching them away from each other's pissing cunts by violently grabbing fistfuls of the hair on their heads. Their eyes bulged, their jaws dropped so their dripping tongues hung out of their open mouths. Buzz liked that a lot. How helpless they seemed!
"You're my slaves now!" he boasted.
Buzz felt so totally powerful that he let go of the girls' hair.
"You'll take my shit-and like it!" he barked.
Cindy and Donna seemed genuinely frightened, but there was more than met their brother's eye. For basking in his macho glory, Buzz was missing something. Missing the way the girls silently communicated their true feelings with a brief squeeze of their hands as they knelt side by side.
And then one of them whimpered, "Yes, Buzz, we've been bad. So bad!"
"Whatever you do to us is exactly what we deserve," the other added.
"We ought to be punished."
"We need to be."
Hearing this female request for humiliation, Buzz decided to degrade his sisters to the limit. He'd make them beg for his brutality.
"You tell me then, how it'll be," he hissed. "Name your own poison, bitches."
There was no hesitation on the girls' part.
"Whip us!" one cried, as the other eagerly nodded in agreement.
This appealed greatly to Buzz, especially after his sisters had turned around to offer their bare asses to be spanked. Of course, this also concealed the expressions on their faces. And what Buzz couldn't see was that Cindy and Donna were now trading knowing winks and devilish grins. For in reality, they had their brother right where they wanted him, continuing to set him up according to plan.
How was Buzz to know that part of almost every girl's erotic make-up was the sexual excitement brought on by a good, hard spanking. How was he to know that they discovered it when they were still little, sprawled over an adult's lap with their panties down and paddled until their tiny asses were bright-red? For many girls this was how they'd come the first time, and they never forgot how good it hurt to be whipped.
So Buzz, having no idea of this female trait in his heavy-handed innocence, fell right into the pattern his father had before him when he'd unwittingly punished the girls to heights of sobbing ecstasy while they were growing up.
"Suffer, bitches, suffer," Buzz panted once he'd started raining down blows on them with a two-handed attack. "When I'm through, you won't be able to sit down for a week."
Their father used to say such things to Cindy and Donna when he'd spanked them. But they'd been little then, and had to hide their true feelings. With their brother, though, the whole point was to blow his mind. And now was the time . . .
"Mhhhhh!" Cindy moaned. "It's toooo much!"
Buzz mistakenly believed she meant the pain. She'd had enough for now, he guessed. But when he stopped spanking her red ass he realized that his hand had become soaking wet, dripping with juice from her rear-spread cunt.
"Why're you quitting?" Cindy then panted over her shoulder. "I was just starting to come!"
"Mmmmm, me too!" moaned Donna. "More, Buzz, more!"
Stunned, Buzz looked at his sticky hands as if they had somehow betrayed him by bringing pleasure to his sisters instead of pain. He felt like a fool, tricked by Cindy and Donna into making them come when he'd been so determined to make them suffer.
However, his sisters weren't about to let Buzz off the hook that easily. And, as sure as they were girls and he was a guy, he didn't have a chance.
"Well," Cindy said to him, "if you're not gonna spank us anymore-" "Fuck us!" Donna shouted.
Buzz's jutting cock was soon thinking for him. For the two asses he'd just spanked had been spread to reveal the cunts his slapping blows had turned into slobbering gulfs of female splendor. And what did your pride mean when you had a hard-on which seemed so huge that even you couldn't believe how much you were suddenly hung?
His crotch thrusting, Buzz was immediately fucking one of his sisters from behind. He wasn't even sure whether it was Cindy or Donna, but it didn't make any difference since he'd quickly be switching his cock from pussy to pussy, balling both chicks as much as any one guy could do on his own.
So it went, the pattern set, Buzz's hard-on pumping tirelessly between the girls' cunts. Cindy and Donna shared one climax after another.
"He's one helluva stud, that's all there is to it!" Cindy yelled.
And this time Buzz could take them at their word. Their bag of tricks had served its purpose for the Keaton sisters. They'd put their brother to the test and he'd passed with flying colors. From here on in, Cindy, Donna and Buzz were a team that would suck and fuck together as if incest had been nature's plan when they'd all been born into the same family.
CHAPTER SIX
To wind up fucking both his sisters at the same time, Buzz had shot half his wad into one cunt and then pulled out his spurting prick to plunge it into the other pussy and finish creaming. After that, he was exhausted, falling away so Cindy and Donna could put the frosting on the cake. They did it with a lesbian sixty-nine, swabbing Buzz's jizz out of each other's cunt.
Buzz no longer objected to their bi ways. How could he, the way his sisters had spurred him on tonight by turning to each other whenever he needed another push? Without this, he'd have never reached such heights as a stud. So when the girls capped the action by trading faces full of cunt, their brother could only watch and sigh with total approval.
Cindy and Donna finished sucking Buzz's jizz from their freshly fucked cunts and unraveled from their female tangle.
Then Cindy had a question: If incest took hold of some members of a family, what did they do about those who were not a part of it? Especially when the kids were getting it on and their parents were the outsiders? "We've got to face it," Cindy said. "Mom and Dad can cause us all sorts of trouble if we don't do something about them. The way things are now, if either one of them caught us screwing around all hell'd break loose."
"So what do we do?" Buzz asked.
"Either move out and take an apartment on our own," Cindy answered, "or take care of business right here at home. And since none of us has a job and we need Mom and Dad to pay our way, that doesn't leave us much choice, does it?"
"Jeez, Sis, you know what you're getting awful close to saying?" Buzz gulped. "You tell me," Cindy coaxed.
Buzz took a deep breath. "Sounds like you mean that maybe we ought to try and get Mom and Dad mixed up in this with us, too."
Cindy slowly nodded. So did Donna.
Then, after having let her sister do the talking, it was now Donna who spoke. "Cindy and I will do our best to take care of Daddy when he gets back from his business trip. So Brother, dear, that leaves you and . . . well, you can figure it out."
"Me and," Buzz choked, "M-Mom?"
"There's no other way."
Buzz knew they were right. If they didn't do something about their parents, incest could blow up in their faces. And just as Cindy and Donna were the logical ones to do something about their dad, Buzz was the one who was the obvious choice to make their mom see the light.
After a long pause, he agreed with his sisters. "Okay. Whatever you say. Just tell me what to do, and I'll give it my best."
* * *
Ann Keaton lived a lie. While everybody thought she was a respectable wife and mother, on the side she'd spiced up her married life over the years with a series of affairs which gave her the action she couldn't get from her husband, Walt.
It wasn't that Ann didn't want to be faithful to Walt. But facts were facts. He was lousy in bed with her. Always had been and, Ann guessed, always would be. Over the years he'd knocked her up with three kids, and had only given her about the same number of orgasms.
But it wasn't all Walt's fault, Ann had to honestly admit. Even if he had been a better lover, she realized, the lure of fresh cock would probably have still led her astray.
Currently, Ann Keaton found herself between affairs, however, and it had her practically climbing the walls with frustration. It had been six weeks since she'd fucked anyone except her husband, and now even boring old Walt was out of town on business. And Ann had to do something, because her cunt was so juicy that it was like she'd wet her pants.
"I'll never get this damned housework done," she sighed, "unless I get my mind off my horny pussy."
She could go out and try to pick somebody up, but the dirty dishes and laundry had built up, and it was already late in a day where she hadn't gotten anything done at home. And if she went looking for strange cock and neglected her household duties, Walt would surely complain when he returned from his business trip.
That was why she'd always conducted her affairs on a tight schedule, leaving nothing to chance. Free-lancing just wasn't her style.
Sounder the circumstances, what other choice did Ann have? She needed a quick fix. Who better to turn to than herself?
"Oooooh," she moaned now, having slumped down on that pile of laundry she was supposed to wash, her skirt up, panties down, and fingers digging into her squishing pussy. " 'S not as good as a cock, but it sure feels good!"
Ann drew her knees almost up against her tits, getting a deeper angle for her fingerfucking thrusts. Before very long she had herself on the brink of climaxing. That was when she curled and clustered a trio of knuckles within her pussy, making them add up to the closest thing to a surging cock she could get.
"Mmmm . . . ahhhhh . . . now!" she squealed.
The orgasm hit her with exquisite force. Hot, sticky cum drooled from her boiling cunt and leaked into the crack of her ass. And as soon as it was happening, all Ann could think about was more, yearning to make it go on for as long as possible.
So the rest of her fingers entered her bubbling cunt, curling along with the others. Soon she'd made a fist. Picking up steam, she was quickly fucking herself with it as hard as she could, climaxing nonstop in a temporary world of her own. If somebody had walked in on her now, she'd never be able to stop in time.
Which was exactly what happened.
"Well, how about this!" Buzz said when he saw her.
His all-too-familiar voice sliced through Ann's orgasmic daze, stunning her with heart-stopping shock.
"Why-why aren't y-you in school?" she stammered.
He just looked at the clock on the wall. When Ann's eyes followed his gaze, she realized that she'd gotten so horny that she'd lost track of how late in the day it actually was, for school was definitely out.
What could Ann say or do? She started by grabbing the corner of a sheet that was part of the pile of laundry on which she sprawled, covering up her fist-fucked cunt. She tried to explain.
"It's not easy being home alone all day like I am. I-I just couldn't help myself."
Buzz smirked and drawled, "Then maybe I can help you."
Ann's eyes grew as wide as they could get when she saw where his hand went.
"Isn't this what you really need?" he said, boldly unzipping his strikingly bulging fly. "Cock?"
"Oh, baby ... if it was anybody but you."
"No, it's the other way around. It isn't anybody else but me!"
And all at once, Ann was in no position to protest. For the hard, young prick at which she now stared had her helpless with desire.
"Buzz!" she gasped, "I won't even try and fight it. Now I really can't help myself. I'll do anything you want."
Buzz wasted no time now that he had his stiff prick out of his jeans. "Start with this, Mom!"
He closed the distance between him and her, shoving his cock in his mother's face. Ann Keaton hesitated just long enough to take a deep, bracing breath, then her mouth opened so Buzz could thrust his hard-on straight down her welcoming throat.
"Oh, yeah, Mom, suck it, suck my cock! Suck me until I come!"
Sucking her teenage son's prick until he came was nothing less than what Ann intended to do. This was the youngest cock she'd gone down on since before she'd married Buzz's father.
And the instant she was deep-throating him, Ann knew that her son had been born for her to service his magnificent prick. Like most normal mothers she'd always had secret fantasies about what it might be like to have sex with her own male offspring, but also like most women she'd never dared to expect that such a thing would ever actually come to pass.
But as if it were a miracle, here she and he were, with the mother-son action heating up with every cock-thrust. Indeed, soon it was no longer simply a blowjob. As Buzz began to buck his hips, he was totally fucking Ann in the mouth.
She'd never given head and had this kind of reaction. For as his prick plunged repeatedly down her throat, Ann sensed that Buzz's cockhead was rubbing against something which felt very much like a oral clit.
Soon the question for Ann became whether she could come this way. She never had before from sucking cock. But on the other hand, feasting on her own son's prick was hardly something she was used to, either.
Then it happened for Ann, the telltale spasms that began at the core of her being and swiftly spread throughout her body. First a hum, then tingling, and next-crash, boom, bam!
Yes, she was coming. Coming from her son's cock in her mouth. The incredible orgasmic sensation from her throat went straight to her cunt, swelling her clit so that she just had to touch it and she was there.
As she came, Ann sucked her son rapidly nearer to coming himself. Buzz's balls now clung to the root of his mouth-fucking prick, while his breath was heavy.
"Ahhh, didn't think it was gonna happen to me this fast, Mom," he soon panted. "But the way you give head, well, it's like a dam that's ready to bust wide-open between my legs. A flood of my cum, Mom, right damned now!"
His cock instantly gushed. And gulping nonstop as Buzz creamily spurted, his mother greedily downed his jizz. Over the years, Ann had gone down on many a man, but none of them had ever come in her mouth more deliriously than this college boy who was her own son.
"Every bit, Mom," Buzz urged as he shot his wad. "Drink it all!"
Telling Ann such a thing at this point was like reminding a bird to fly. Feasting on her son's cum to the last drop was as vital to her as breathing. She'd keep sucking without letup until he'd have to eventually call a halt to it himself, admitting he'd had enough.
"Okay, Mom," Buzz finally groaned, "you've got it all. My balls are sucked dry. Inside out, they feel like."
He pulled his drained cock from his mother's mouth, expecting it to be less than hard after all the sucking it had received and coming it had done. But instead, it twanged right back up at a jutting angle from his crotch, as stiff as ever.
"With a bone in your cock like that," his mother teased him, "if you're out of jizz, it can't be permanent. If I can't whip up another batch for you to shoot, we're both wasting our time."
His tirelessly rigid prick giving him a fresh surge of horny energy, Buzz anxiously asked, "So what did you have in mind, Mom?"
"What do you think, stud?"
Buzz playfully spelled it out for her. "F-U-C-K."
Ann was just as cute with her reply. "Y-E-S!"
Then Ann let her cunt do her talking for her. Between her spreading legs it parted at the lips, oozing with arousal.
Staring down at his wide-open mother, Buzz could not help but remember that this was the pussy which gave him birth. Fucking his own sisters had been far-out enough, but sinking his cock into the same cunt that had originally squeezed him out into the world would definitely be incest at its peak-the piece of ass that would turn him into an actual mother-fucker.
He could hardly wait.
"Here it is, Mom," he gasped, lining up in front of his spread-legged mother and angling his throbbing fuck-tool between her thighs. "Now you put it in for me. I want to watch you put my cock into your cunt." Ann jumped at the chance, wrapping her slender fingers around Buzz's prick and drawing his chunky cockhead to the target. Before she made the insertion, though, she teased herself and her son by brushing the tip of his cock from her clit all the way down to her asshole, tickling it with her wispy bush and moistening it with her pussy-juice.
"Mmmm," she sighed, "it's just like we're starring in our own dirty movie, isn't it? I've never felt so damned sexy in my life."
Then Ann Keaton made the move that almost every son's mother secretly yearns for, but which so few have the luck or nerve to experience-filling her cunt with her little boy's very grown-up prick. And in celebration, it took her less time than it did for her next heartbeat to occur, for Ann to climax.
"Oooooh!" she moaned, "you just started fucking me, and I'm coming already! You're such a stud!"
"Better than Dad?" Buzz asked, anxious like any young man to best his father at something.
Ann Keaton laughed out loud. And at first, Buzz thought he'd made a fool of himself by trying to compare himself to his old man. But his mother straightened him out right away.
"Your father's never been able to fuck me worth a damn," Ann bluntly stated. "So don't waste your time even putting you and him together in the same thought. On a scale of ten, he's nothing but a bit, fat zero."
"Then what am I?" Buzz quizzed, as hungry for his mother's praise as he was for her pussy.
"Eleven!" Ann panted.
"More!" Buzz panted back, thrusting his cock to the depths of his mother's cunt and grinding his crotch against hers.
"Twelve!" she readily gushed.
Buzz still wasn't satisfied with his rating. He started jackhammering his prick in his mother's cunt, pouring it on.
Ann was only to happy to tell him what he wanted to hear, adding another number after every cock-stroke. "Thirteen! Fourteen! Fifteen! Sixteen!"
She got up to twenty, and then jumped ahead in the count by squealing leaps and bounds.
"A hundred! A thousand! A million! Billion, trillion, zillion . . .no, more than even that! More than I can say."
Ann's reason for joy beyond calculation? Her precious son, the darling she'd raised from a baby into a man, had just come in her cunt with more jizz than any cock that had ever fucked her!
Her voice dropping now into an orgasmic groan, she huskily rasped, "Oh, Buzz, nobody's ever done it to me like this. And that doesn't just mean your poor, pitiful father. I've been with a lot of men, cheated on your dad whenever I got the chance. But compared to you they were almost as lousy a bunch of lovers as he is."
When he heard this, Buzz immediately wanted to fuck his mother all over again. Just in case she needed to be kept hot, he leaned down and sucked her tits. Not that it turned out to be actually necessary for an impossibly horny Ann Keaton, but it sure did serve to make her want to pull out all stops.
"Fuck me," she said, her voice rising once more, "in the ass!"
Buzz's cock got even harder. When he pulled it out of his mother's swamped pussy it was dripping with its own cum, perfectly lubed for a deep trip up his mother's tight ass canal. Ann spread her asscheeks the way she previously had spread her pussy lips, only much wider.
She had an asshole that looked like a rosebud, almost so delicate at first glance that it didn't seem possible it could take a big, hard cock. But she was a dirty one when she had to rise to the occasion, Ann Keaton. A long, slow, hissing fart that made her shit-chute a fluttering oval proved that.
"Do it again, Mom," Buzz enthusiastically whispered, "and you'll have my cock up your ass so fast you won't believe it."
"Mmmm-hmmmmm!" Ann happily agreed to another fart.
Her asshole sighed and widened once more. This time, her son moved to take advantage of the windy opening, plugging it up with the surging bulk of his cockhead.
"Love it!" Ann declared. "Now make me love it even more with more cock!"
She pushed up at the same time her son bucked his crotch. The result was half of his prick piercing her shit-pit. Then the pushing and bucking was repeated, and Buzz's cock was buried to his balls. Then he started to move his fuckmeat in and out, while she moved back from side to side with her jerking hips.
"Can you feel it in your cunt when I fuck you in the ass, Mom?" Buzz asked, remembering how it had been when he'd balled his sister Cindy up her asshole.
"How'd you know?" Ann breathlessly asked.
"Maybe it runs in the family."
Ann froze in mid-orgasm. "W-what?"
Buzz kept his cock moving in his mother's ass. "You know the old expression, Mom-Like mother like daughter?"
"B-But," Ann gulped, the color drained from her face, "that'd mean ..."
" 'S exactly what it means, Mom," drawled Buzz between cock-thrusts which his numbed mother currently didn't seem to feel in her fucked ass.
"Which one?" muttered Ann in shock. "Which one of your sisters did y-you-oh, I can't even say it."
"I fucked 'em both, Mom," Buzz spoke the bottom line. "But Cindy's the one who took my prick up her ass, the way you are, and told me how it went straight to her cunt."
"No!" Ann hissed, trying to deny what she was hearing. "This isn't real!"
"And I suppose that means I'm not fucking your ass right now, either, huh, Mom?" Buzz taunted.
Poor Ann, what could she say as her son's hard cock not only shafted her asshole but corkscrewed within? And as if that weren't enough, Buzz had his hand on her cunt, seizing her clit between his thumb and finger with a pinching grip-He snickered, "Still think it's all just a dream, Mom?"
"Has to be!" Ann gasped.
"What if it's not?"
"I-I dunno," Ann honestly admitted, more to herself than anything. "Dunno what I'll do."
"I do," Buzz matter-of-factly said. "You'll start sucking and fucking every chance you get right along with the rest of us. Me, Cindy, Donna-and you, Mom. You won't have to go looking for anybody behind Dad's back for your fucking around, 'cause you'll get all you want right here at home with the rest of us."
Then Buzz poured it on with even more macho technique than he'd showed before. With his pile-driving prick he all but raped his mother's asshole. And at the same time the pliers of his thumb and finger twisted her pinched clit at the summit of her drooling cunt. "Am I hurting you, Mom?" Buzz asked in her ear, using his tongue there while he spoke.
"Yes," Ann moaned. "Hurts soooo goooood!"
"And if you woke up right now and it was suddenly all over, Mom, would you wish that you could get it back again?"
"Yes, yes!" Ann blurted. "If it ended before your big cock shoots my fucked ass full of jizz, I'd do anything to go back so you could finish the job on me, darling!"
"Then just tell me you buy everything I've told you so far, Mom, and I'll go ahead and come up your ass with so much hot jizz you won't be able to hold it all inside you."
Ann was to helpless with lust to do anything but wildly agree, "Yes, yes, yes! Anything you say, darling! I'll do anything for my ass full of your mother fucking jizz!"
"We'll hold you to it, Mom," warned Buzz. "Me, Cindy and Donna. Once my cum's shooting up your ass, you can't back out- you're one of us all the way."
"Anything!" Ann hysterically repeated her vow. Then demanded, "Now, come, damn you, come! I'm too horny to wait!"
She squeezed the muscles of her ass around her son's cock to force it to erupt. Buzz immediately responded, launching a torrent of his youthful cream at his mother's depths. Indeed, so much of it that it flowed in a continuous stream as though he were pissing cum.
"Whatever happens after this," Ann Keaton moaned, on the receiving end of more and hotter jizz than she'd ever taken in her life, "right now makes me the luckiest mother in the world!"
His ass-fucking prick finally slowing to a dribble, Buzz Keaton thoughtfully noted, "Your luck's only gonna get better, Mom, after today. From here on in, you're on a roll right along with the rest of us. The whole family's on a roll."
But Ann Keaton didn't hear this. She'd just passed out from an overdose of ecstasy, mother-fucked out of her mind by her stud of a son.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Ann Keaton woke up, she was afraid that it had only been a dream after all. But then she focused on the smiling face of her children --not just the son who had truly mother fucked her -- but her daughters as well.
"Did it really happen the way I hope it did?"
Her grinning kids nodded.
"Ooooh," Ann sighed, "I feel sooooo fucked!"
Just to double-check, she reached down to test her pussy and asshole. Sure enough, they were both still damp with leftover cum, and sore from the ramming they'd taken.
"Sorry we had to set you up like that, Mom," Cindy said. "But it was the only way we could make you as guilty as we are."
"Mmmm, no complaints here," Ann lilted. "I'll take your brother's gorgeous cock any way I can get it. And if you girls put Buzz up to it, then I can't thank you enough."
"We were counting on you feeling that way, Mom, or we wouldn't have turned Buzz loose on you in the first place," Donna said. Then she wistfully added, "Just hope that Daddy is half as easy to bring around."
At the mention of her husband, Ann Keaton became immediately tense, warily asking, "What's your father have to do with any of this?"
Cindy spoke again, trying to explain. "Well, gee, Mom, we've got to do something about the poor guy-for his sake as well as ours. If we don't, sooner or later he'll catch on we've been sucking and fucking behind his back. Then he'll do either one or two things, probably-have a heart attack, or call the cops. You know how uptight Daddy is."
"You don't have to tell me about what your father's like," Ann huffed in reply. "Which is why I'm telling you that the best way to handle him is for me to file for divorce as soon as I get to a lawyer. Fact is, I've been thinking about dumping him for years. Just been looking for an excuse. We'll all be better off rid of him, believe me."
Here Buzz raised a hard headed point that his mother had failed to consider.
"But if you dump Dad, Mom, what're we gonna do about money? None of the rest of us have a job. It'd be a lot easier if we could keep him bringing home that paycheck. Know I sure don't wanna have to go to work if I can help it. I've had a lot of static with Dad over the last few years, but I've gotta admit that with the bucks he pulls down he deserves a chance."
Ann thought this over. Then she looked past her son toward her daughters, since, of course, it would be up to the girls if their father was to be spared.
"Yeah, Mom, we wanna try it with Daddy," Cindy said with a shrug, while Donna nodded in agreement. "Maybe it won't work, but at least we'll have given it our best shot. After all, we're his daughters not just his wife-we owe him that much. Not just for the money, either. But because we love him enough to wanna see him as happy as you are now, Mom. Okay?"
"Good luck," Ann Keaton said, but it sounded more like she was warning Cindy and Donna than wishing them well.
* * *
Walt Keaton wasn't turned off by his wife, he just wasn't turned on by her anymore after all these years of marriage. This was why, even though Ann had no idea that he knew, he fully approved of the affairs she had behind his back.
Walt had found out about Ann when she was fucking around with his boss. Expertly playing his cards, he'd managed to get a promotion out of it by making sure the boss's wife got wind of it. Suddenly anxious to get rid of Ann, the guy had been willing to transfer Walt to smooth things over-and since it was a national company, that meant getting out of the sticks into a big city slot where the money was a whole lot better.
Then too, Ann being unfaithful gave Walt the perfect excuse to go after all the pussy he wanted on the side. Like his secretary these days-young enough to be his daughter, a terrific piece of ass. And whenever he got tired of her, he'd schedule a business trip so he could free-lance on the company expense account. All in all, Walt could only congratulate himself on his good fortune at having a cheating wife.
Indeed, Walt's only gripe about the way things had worked out was the letdown he felt when he had to return after one of his so-called business trips. Especially on this particular occasion. He'd been holed up in a hotel room for two days with a couple of teenage sisters who'd sucked and fucked him so long and hard that he still had trouble walking.
"Well, back to real life," he muttered to himself as he got out of the cab that had taken him from the airport to his house. "At least I'll get some rest."
When the cab left, Walt hoisted his bag and limped toward the front door, his aching cock and balls making him wince from remembered pleasure with every step he took. It was late, so he could expect that everybody in the family to be in bed, which he hoped was the case because he just wanted to get there too and sleep around the clock. His wife, he knew, wouldn't bother him. Ann's pussy was probably just as sore as his cock. God knew who she'd been fucking while he was away.
"Some time that old girl and I ought to just go ahead and come clean with each other and go our separate ways," Walt sighed. "If it wasn't for the kids, it'd probably be the best thing."
Then he remembered that it was just Cindy, really, who could still be called a child. Buzz was in college, and Donna had already been through a marriage. His youngest daughter, though, was more than enough to keep Walt at home. Like most men who chased pussy, he had a double-standard for his little girl-he wanted her to stay a virgin as long as she was around for him to watch over her.
And, Walt thought as he opened the door, if anybody was still up he hoped it'd be Cindy. There was something about talking to such a sweet, young thing that made him feel clean after one of his sex-drenched business trips. In fact, by now Walt was almost looking forward to being welcomed home by his princess.
He walked inside, setting his bag down and looking around. The light was on so somebody was probably up. Then when he saw the half-eaten package of chocolate chip cookies, her favorite, Walt anticipated it was Cindy.
It was. But not the way her father expected to see her . . .
"Hi, Daddy, I wondered when you'd get here," she said, suddenly appearing from the hallway. Then, holding something behind her back and giggling, she added, "Thought it's be later than this, though."
Walt Keaton's jaw had dropped, his breath had stopped, and his eyes were bulging. For his m youngest daughter was stark-naked.
Living in the same house with her, Walt had seen Cindy without clothes before, of course, but never more than just a fleeting glance, since she'd began blossoming into womanhood. Now, however, with Walt taking a long, searching look at her bare body, in addition, added to his dropping jaw, breathlessness and helpless stare, he had an uncontrollably hardening cock.
She was, no two ways about it, a knockout. Everything a teenage girl is supposed to be. Tits just big enough, pussy just hairy enough, everything so perfectly firm, and all of it framed by sloping curves. Just looking at her made a man Walt's age feel like he'd instantly shed half his years. The problem with that however, was that it also made him feel very much unlike her protective father.
"Wh-where are your clothes?" Walt awkwardly stammered.
"All gone," teased Cindy. "Feel a whole lot prettier with them off. Don't you think I am, Daddy?"
Walt couldn't deny that. He just stood there speechless, mouth still open, eyes still glassy, cock still bulging.
But Cindy wouldn't let him off the hook. "Well, c'mon, Daddy, say something!"
Walt said the first thing that bobbed up in the jumble of his mind. "Wh-what're you holding there? Be-behind your back?"
Cindy smirked and answered, "Something to make you feel sexy along with being pretty. Really wanna see what it is, Daddy?"
Her father stiffly nodded.
Cindy whipped it out. Walt reeled as if he'd been struck by a phantom punch.
"N-No!" he choked. "Not you! Not my baby girl with that-thing!"
"Why not, Daddy?" Cindy purred. "Unless, of course, you've got something better in mind-like the real thing."
"What kind of man do you think I am?" Walt winced.
"A stud, I hope!" Cindy stated, point-blank. Then, staring at her father's swollen crotch, she made herself even clearer. "And from what I can see so far, I think I've struck gold. Show it to me, Daddy, and I sure as hell won't need this anymore."
It was a dildo. At least twelve lifelike inches of thick vinyl cock. And if her father didn't produce a flesh and blood replacement, Cindy went on to warn, she'd just have to go ahead and use it on her horny pussy like she'd planned to do in the first place when she was still alone.
Then she went to the living room couch. It was a large expensive model, almost the size of a bed. Cindy sprawled on it, anchoring her squirming ass in a cushion. Then she hooked one leg over the backrest and dangled the other one onto the carpet. This stretched her teenage pussy wide open. Between her yawning pussy-lips was as wet and pink a cunt as Walt Keaton had ever seen.
"Now you know how one of these works, don't you, Daddy?" teased Cindy. "Just like the one you've got in your pants, except I use it on myself. But, mmmm, seeing is believing, now isn't it?"
She then aimed the dildo at her spread cunt. Tickling herself and taunting her on-looking father, she traced her cunt's groove from her clit all the way down to her asshole.
"Getting your eyes full, Daddy?" she mocked. "Well, now I'm gonna get my horny pussy full."
The dildo surged in, Cindy's wet pussy squishing aloud. Then her hips rhythmically rolled. In short, she was fucking herself before her shattered father's very eyes.
"Oh . . . oooh . . . ooooooooh!" she was quickly moaning. "I'm coming already!"
Walt Keaton watched in awe as the teenage daughter he'd been so sure was a virgin orgasmically writhed from a cunt-full of pumping dildo. If Cindy was cherry, Walt now had to accept, then he was too.
"You . . . you little tramp!" he sputtered.
"You bet!" crowed Cindy. Then she dared her father, "Now what're you gonna do about it?"
"Ought to turn you over my knee and whip the living daylights out of you!" Walt blurted.
"Well, hot dog, why didn't you say so, Daddy?" Cindy squealed.
Bobbing up on her knees, she raised her bare ass with its half-moons parted just enough to expose the sopping hair of her pussy.
"Yes, Daddy, yes! Spank me, spank me!" she called over her shoulder. "I've missed it so much since I got older, Daddy. It was one of my favorite parts of growing up, when I was a Utile girl."
Walt was irresistibly drawn to her. For spanking hadn't just been special for Cindy alone. When she was very young, Walt had watched her like a hawk, secretly yearning to catch her misbehaving so he could paddle her adorable ass.
"Oh, Daddy, I've been such a bad girl," Cindy gurgled when her father moved within striking distance. "Such a bad girl for fucking myself with that nasty dildo. I deserve to have you spank my ass sooooo hard."
Walt had no further control of himself. His right hand immediately lashed out, then crashed down against the plump cheeks of his daughter's waiting ass. The angry red welt his blow left practically had him coming in his pants.
"More, Daddy, more!" Cindy pleaded.
But now, grabbing his right arm with his left hand, Walt held back and hissed, "No, that's not what you really want, you little bitch! I know what you're really after!"
"Tell me, Daddy, tell me what I want!"
It took the deepest breath he'd ever taken in his life for Walt to say this to his daughter.
"You want me to . . ."
"Tell me, Daddy, tell me!" Cindy wildly repeated.
"Fuck you!" Walt croaked.
"So then what're you waiting for, Daddy?"
That said, Cindy reached back to pull apart the spanked globes of her ass to reveal her rear-spread cunt. Not only could her father see it in all its juicy splendor, he could smell it, his nostrils flaring as his mouth drooled.
"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck! fuck! fuck me!" Cindy then began to chant.
Her father was only human. He was his daughter's slave by this point. Walt unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It had never seemed bigger to him. But more importantly, it had never seemed more perfectly suited to fill his own precious daughter's little cunt.
"Forget I'm your little girl," Cindy then said, when Walt's cockhead had nudged between her pussy lips. "I'm a woman now, your woman, Daddy. Fuck me as hard and deep as you can. Every inch of your cock as fast as you can shove it-straight into my cunt!"
Bucking his crotch like a rapist spearing a helpless victim, Walt Keaton followed his horny daughter's orders. And as he slammed his cock into her tight young depths, he knew no piece of ass could be any better than this. His nineteen-year-old secretary's cunt felt like it belonged to an old hag compared to the squeezing treasure Cindy had between her legs.
And with an instant pussy full of his hard-on, she asked, "How long do you think it'll take me to come for you, Daddy?"
"Right now wouldn't surprise me a bit, princess," Walt answered, groaning with incestuous lust.
"Then right now it is, Daddy!" Cindy squealed, climaxing on the spot.
She came as wetly as other girls pissed. Fucking her from behind, her father looked down and saw the orgasmic pussy juice dripping like a leaky faucet.
"You're watching my fucked cunt come, huh, Daddy?" Cindy asked.
"Sweetest thing I've ever seen, baby."
"But I hate to waste all the cum I'm leaking, Daddy. So why don't you catch some and smear it all over my tits?"
Walt Keaton didn't have to be asked twice. Cupping his hands directly below his daughter's cock-filled cunt, he quickly had them overflowing with teenage pussy-juice. Then he transferred them to Cindy's perfect young tits and rubbed them until they were thoroughly slick and sticky.
"Now do more than just rub my tits while you fuck my cunt, Daddy," Cindy urged.
"Name it, baby. Anything you want, I'll give it to you!"
"Then get a little rough. My nipples. Pinch 'em . . . hard!"
Walt eagerly seized the buds of her tit-flesh with his thumbs and fingers. The pain he then inflicted made his daughter come twice as hard as she had before. And when that happened, with her hotly orgasmic cunt spasming around his stabbing cock, Walt was quickly on the verge of coming himself with more jizz than he'd ever shot in his life.
"Sweetheart, I know I haven't been fucking you very long," he gasped, "but already I don't know how much longer I can keep it up without ..."
"You're gonna come this quick, Daddy?" Cindy cut in.
"Traid so, baby," Walt sheepishly admitted. "You deserve a guy who can hold it in longer, who can really stretch it out before he has to give in to himself. Not somebody who's finished almost as soon as he starts fucking you."
"Finished?" Cindy scoffed. "Daddy, you've got it backwards. My pussy full of your jizz is just the beginning. We've got all night for you to keep fucking and coming."
"Maybe with a boy your own age, but I'm no kid anymore, you know."
"Daddy, a stud's a stud, no matter how young or old he is. He's either got it or he doesn't, and if he does, a girl like me won't let him lose it," Cindy declared. "Just trust me, Daddy."
"Whatever you say, princess!"
"So come, Daddy, come! Come in my cunt!"
For emphasis, Cindy made her pussy muscles ripple around the length of her father's hilted cock. That was it for Walt. In delaying his cock's eruption, the conversation had also given his supply of jizz the time to increase even more. So now, as the dam between his legs burst, the result was a creamy flood that was too much for any cunt to take without instantly overflowing.
"Oooooh, Daddy!" screeched Cindy with delight, "if you'd fucked Mom with this much cum the night you made me, I'd be twins . . .no, mmmm, triplets!"
"Your mother never got this much out of me," Walt panted as his prick spurted. "Not her, nor anybody else-but especially not your mother."
And hearing again about her parent's lousy sex-life, this time from the male viewpoint, Cindy couldn't help wondering what it was about marriage that seemed to bring out the worst in people. For she knew now her father was a hung stud, same as her mother had proved she was a terrific piece of ass. So why when you put them in bed together did they add up to nothing?
Then, seeming to read her mind as his cock slowed to a trickle in her swamped pussy, her dad said to Cindy, "Let's leave your mom out of this for now, okay, angel? It's not her fault I can't do it right for her, and vice-versa. We're just . . . well, married, that's all. About all we've really got to show for it is you kids."
Cindy picked up on this. "Well, you can't knock that. You did something right. 'Cause this kid here is sure glad you and Mom got your act together enough to fuck me into this world, so that all these years later, I'm here for you to fuck me out of this world, Daddy."
Although Walt Keaton had said that he'd rather forget about his wife while he was up to his balls in father-daughter incest, he couldn't help expressing one last thought on the subject.
"I still love your mother, I really do," he honestly said to Cindy. "I just wish that she could find what she'd looking for the way I have for myself tonight."
Cindy had been planning to have her father fuck her right away again, probably up her ass. But this was too golden an opportunity to pass up.
"Daddy, do you really mean that about Mom?" Cindy asked.
Walt said convincingly that indeed he did.
"Then follow me, Daddy," Cindy mysteriously said, separating her fucked cunt from her father's dripping prick so she could get up from the couch and lure him to something even more important than another piece of ass. "Trust me."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cindy knew they were in there; she had seen them drifting hand in hand into the bedroom. And now, her father in tow, she didn't bother to knock, but just nudged open the door. She couldn't have picked a better time, it turned out, as the sounds of male and female moaning along with squeaking bedsprings drifted through the darkness.
"Hear it, Daddy?" Cindy whispered. "You know what this is, don't you?"
Walt Keaton could only nod that he did.
"And you know it's Mom getting fucked, of course."
Walt Keaton nodded again.
"But can you guess by who, Daddy? Who's fucking Mom?"
Walt Keaton shook his head.
"Well, let's take a look," Cindy chuckled, then reached for the switch and turned on the light.
Walt Keaton reeled backward into the hallway, immediately breathless as if he'd just been kicked in the belly. For on the bed, fucking so hard that they paid no attention to anything but their own sweaty pleasure, were his wife and son.
Her point having been made, Cindy switched the light back off and closed the door so her mother and brother could fuck on in darkness. Then she back-tracked to where her father was now standing like a zombie. "So, Daddy, you don't have to worry about Mom," Cindy said. "She's getting her share of the action around here."
"H-How . . . how long has this been going on?" Walt managed to gasp.
"Long enough," Cindy answered, "for all of us to know for sure that it's never gonna stop."
"All of y-you?"
p "You're the last one, Daddy. Mom was going to divorce you because she didn't think you could handle it. But we talked her out of it until we'd given you a chance to be one of us."
"Who's w-we?"
"You've got more than one little girl, Daddy."
It wasn't Cindy who'd answered Walt this time. He looked up. There, at the far end of the hallway, was his other daughter. She wore nothing but a grin.
"Yes, Daddy, it's my turn at your cock now," Donna purred, closing the distance. "Just relax and enjoy it."
Reaching her father, Donna knelt before him. Walt's cock had been numbed along with the rest of him by the incredible series of events in the last few minutes, and now dangled with parent uselessness between his legs. But this as the kind of challenge Donna enjoyed. She closed her mouth around his limp prick d started slurping. Then her hands also went to work, rubbing her father's balls like two lumps of dough between them.
Walt couldn't have escaped her oral grasp if he'd wanted to. And with an immediate rush of blood to the sucked portion of his body, he suddenly had no desire to be anywhere but exactly where he was, getting a deep-throating blowjob from his oldest daughter.
"I always thought you were a tramp," he rasped down to Donna, on a macho roll now that his cock had abruptly stiffened. "And now I know I was right. You suck cock just like one. That's what you are, all right. A cocksucking tramp!"
"Flattery'll get you everywhere with Donna, Daddy," Cindy giggled as she watched her sister go down on their father. "The dirtier you talk to her, the better she'll suck you off."
Walt continued his gutter-talk, telling his oldest daughter, "Your mouth's like a cunt, tramp. Just giving a blow-job's not enough for you, is it? You need your mouth fucked like a cunt."
Then Walt took Donna's head to forcibly guide her suction. That meant grinding her features against his muscular crotch while his prick pumped nonstop down her throat.
"This how your marriage broke up, tramp?" he hissed, pouring it on with both words and action. "Did that husband of yours catch you with his best friend's cock in your face? Or was it just some stranger you'd picked up when you got caught? Or maybe you can't even remember now anymore, after all the cocks you've sucked!"
And as Walt raked her over the coals while he fucked her in the mouth, Donna looked up at him with her big, brown eyes glowing with adoring love. For years there had been a wall between father and daughter, but now that he'd told her what he really thought about her, Donna was in seventh heaven. Because, at last, she was Daddy's cocksucking tramp.
"Oh, Daddy," Cindy spoke on her dreamy-eyed big sister's behalf, "no matter how many pricks Donna's gone down on and forgotten, yours is the one she'll always remember."
"Well, just in case, I'll make double damned sure she does," Walt vowed.
Then, bending forward, he forced Donna to give way below him. When her knees slid out from under her, she wound up flat on her back with her father on top of her. Walt finished fucking her mouth with a series of driving thrusts from directly above, making her skull bang repeatedly against the floor. But, at the end, he was the one groaning as if he were in pain. Groaning as he came.
"Ooooh, take it, Sis, take it!" Cindy cheered from the sidelines. "Drink all of Daddy's jizz! But don't forget to leave his cock hard, too, so he can fuck your pussy instead of just your mouth next."
Donna performed like the cocksucking champ she was, gulping down her father's gushing jizz at the same time she stroked her lips back and forth along the length of his cock to keep it stiff. Soon Walt's flow had run its course, but thanks to his oldest daughter's expert slurping, his hard-on hadn't.
"Ahhhh, look at that!" Donna gurgled with self-congratulation when she finally released her father's drained but still-rigid prick. "I took all that cum down my throat, but I made sure in the bargain that Daddy didn't lose an inch of his beautiful, big hard-on."
"Then use it, Sis, use it," urged Cindy. "Use it in your cunt! Show me some real fucking!"
"Oh, yeah, the best kind," Donna agreed. "Dog-fucking!"
She bobbed up on all fours. With her raised ass at her father's crotch-level, she batted his jutting prick with her playfully swaying asscheeks.
"I'm more than just an ordinary tramp now, Daddy," Donna called back. "I'm your bitch in heat. Just look how juicy my hot cunt is for your big cock, Daddy."
She yanked her asscheeks apart to spread her pussy from the rear. Automatically, her father's cockhead shifted into striking range. Setting his hips, Walt Keaton was ready to fuck yet another of his daughters, notching both pieces of incestuous ass in the same incredible night. And all this while he was aware his wife was fucking their son in the bedroom. Home, it turned out, was where the action really was.
So now Walt aimed his throbbing prick at the latest family target and jammed his oldest daughter's welcoming pussy to his balls with a single thrust. In response, Donna began rolling her hips, turning on some corkscrewing friction that quickly had her gasping on the orgasmic brink.
"Do something to me along with your cock in my cunt, Daddy, and I'll start coming for you right away," she rasped. "Do something kinky."
Walt promptly made a grab for Donna's dangling tits. They oozed between his gouging fingers as he brutally squeezed them.
"Yes, Daddy, that's it! Perfect!" squealed Donna.
Then she kept her promise and came. And as le did, she rocked back and forth on her knees, fucking her father with her slipping, sliding cunt as much as his prick was fucking her.
"Oh, baby," Walt croaked, "you might be the one of us coming now, but the workout your pussy's giving my prick makes it sure as hell that it won't be long before I catch up with you."
"Whenever you're ready to shoot it, Daddy," Donna panted, "I'm ready to take it. More jizz from your dog-fucking cock than even my thirsty cunt can hold. So it's running down my legs like I'm pissing cream."
"Baby, hearing that has me nearer to coming in your cunt all that much quicker," Walt puffed.
"How near, Daddy?" Donna asked.
"How about . . . now!"
"Mmmm, Daddy, your timing is absolutely terrific!" cried Walt Keaton's oldest daughter as a torrent of his jizz abruptly scalded the depths of her cunt.
And then, with her father's prick gushing, Donna's prediction turned true. Her swamped cunt overflowed with excess cum, dripping onto the floor between her spread knees.
"Wow," Cindy sighed, licking her lips as she looked on, "all that extra jizz of Daddy's going to waste. And here I am, so tired of just watching-and soooo hungry."
She went for it. Down on the floor, Cindy swiftly slid on her back between her big sister's arms and legs to suddenly position her open mouth directly beneath the leaking union of Donna's pussy and their father's cock.
"Never count little Cindy out," Donna chuckled. Then she added, "You know, Daddy, we could arrange to give Sis exactly what she wants-her mouth sucking your jizz out of my fucked cunt-while the two of us keep right on fucking."
"Fuck you where-if your sister's sucking your cunt?" Walt Keaton anxiously asked.
"Where do you think, Daddy?" Donna teased. "If your cock's still hard after you've fucked a girl's mouth and cunt, what's left for you to fuck?"
Yanking his dripping prick out of her pussy now, Walt bounced the ball back into Donna's court. "Why don't you show me?"
Donna was only too delighted to do so. As her kid sister's mouth sealed her pussy from down below, she pulled apart the cheeks of her ass and put her other fuckhole on display.
"Satisfied, Daddy?" she bubbled.
"Now say it," Walt shot back. "I wanna hear you ask me to do it to you there, loud and clear."
"How's this, Daddy?" Donna readily agreed. Then her voice rose and she demanded, "Fuck me in the ass, stud! Fuck me where I shit with your big, hard cock!"
Then she purposely farted to widen her dusky ass pucker. Walt wasted no time in taking advantage of the opening. Instantly, there was his cockhead, plugged right in and poised to surge even deeper.
"So what're you waiting for, tiger?" Donna coaxed. "Rip me. Fuck the shit out of my horny ass!"
Once again, Walt wasted no time. His crotch bucked, driving his prick into his oldest daughter's narrow shit-tunnel. He buried half of his rigid fuckmeat on the first stab, then the rest of it to his balls after his second brutal thrust.
"Hurt you, baby?"
"Ooooh, you know it, Daddy," Donna whimpered with joy. "Hurts like heaven!"
Walt then moaned from his own jolt of heaven on earth. For in addition to the predictable tightness of his oldest girl's asshole around his hiked hard-on, he was being treated to another form of daughter-father stimulation. From Cindy. With her tongue up Donna's cunt, she was all but licking her dad's ass-fucking cock through the thin all between the set of fuckholes.
"Oh, Jesus, I never felt anything so good!" Walt moaned aloud with raw pleasure.
The way his daughters were working on his prick, Walt didn't even have to move to experience maximum benefit from the one's ass and the other's tongue. They supplied all the movement, Donna rhythmically rotating her hips to corkscrew her daddy's hilted prick, and Cindy lapping his cockhead with it separated from her busy tongue by only the skin of her big sister's cunt.
As far as Walt was concerned, there was only one problem with such glorious friction, and this was that the on-rushing thrills were so intense, no man could withstand them for long without having to come. Walt clearly didn't want to have to bring the action to a close any sooner than absolutely necessary. So, to hold off from shooting his wad, he attempted to turn his attention away from the rising tide between his legs by inflicting more pain on his oldest daughter. Donna's tits remained the best place for that. Having already squeezed them, Walt now dug his nails into their tender flesh to draw blood.
"Whoooo, Daddy!" squealed Donna in appreciation. "You're hurting my titties better than ever. Making them so they'll stay sore for days, just the way I like 'em to be!"
Then, with her father mauling her tits at the same time he fucked her ass and her kid sister reamed her cunt, Donna was hit by her latest orgasm. It put her body into writhing gear, rocking her violently back and forth on her hands and knees to whip-saw her daddy's ass-fucking cock and Cindy's pussy-swabbing tongue.
"Oooooh, it's too good! Too good to stand!" cried Donna. "Something's gotta give before I pass out."
That was the signal Walt needed to make his decision to finally spill his jizz. One more spasming tug from Donna's asshole, another lick from Cindy's tongue through the tissue of her big sister's cunt, and the girls' old man was spurting a young stud's load of cum.
"God, Daddy, where're you getting it all!" Donna yelped. "You're coming even more in my ass than you did when you fucked my cunt!"
Walt didn't know either where he was getting it all. His cock was gushing so much that it was as if his senses were being drained from him along with the jizz. Now he was dizzily wondering if he'd be the one who passed out.
But then, after a loud thump in front of him, Walt realized that while he'd held on to consciousness, his oldest daughter had caved in like she'd predicted she might. Donna was sprawled face down now, motionless and pinning her pussy-eating younger sister beneath her dead weight.
"Oooooh, Sis weighs a ton," Cindy groaned up to her father.
"Here, baby, let me help you out from under," Walt offered, reaching down to extend his hand.
And that's when Cindy saw her father's cock, fresh out of her big sister's fucked asshole. It was, to Cindy's amazed delight, still rock-solid, even after all that fucking and coming.
Cindy couldn't resist. Pulling herself out from under Donna by yanking their father's hand, she then surged forward with surprising strength. The next thing Walt Keaton knew, he was the one pinned down on the floor-beneath lis cock-craving youngest daughter.
"I've never sucked a prick straight out of somebody's asshole," Cindy said, smacking her lips. "Feed me yours, Daddy. Fuck me in the mouth with your dirty prick."
She parted her lips, wriggling her tongue in invitation. And once again, Walt Keaton had buried his cock in one of his daughter's hungry fuck openings.
When his filthy prick had rammed her throat, Cindy sucked mightily in response, and rhythmically squeezed his balls as well. She knew her father probably had only one load of jizz remaining before he'd have to take a rest to get his cock back up, and she wanted her belly full of it.
"I've never fucked so many times in one night," Walt Keaton grunted, put through his paces one more time by his youngest daughter's cunt of a mouth. "God knows what I'll feel like tomorrow morning."
Then he yelped as if he'd been shot.
Incredibly, this soon after she'd started deep-throating his already overworked prick, Cindy had Walt's latest batch of jizz ready for delivery.
"Damn!" he croaked. "No man ever had two daughters like my two horny little girls!"
Then, hard and hot as he could, Walt Keaton came yet another time. When it happened, his eyes opened as wide as they could and stayed fixed. They remained that way when he was finished shooting his wad, the face around them registering nothing but a blank as his spent cock left Cindy's fucked mouth and he flopped over onto his back.
And at this point, who should pop up out of her own temporary funk, but Donna, bright as a penny again and chuckling, "Well, looks like it's Daddy's turn to pass out now from too much of a good thing."
"No, I don't think it's that. Look, his eyes are wide open," Cindy noted.
"So what happens next?" Donna asked. "If he's off in his own little world, what do we do?"
"Wait for him to come back around. We've done everything for now that we can," Cindy replied.
"But I'm still so fuckin' horny," Donna complained. "Passing out really recharged my batteries. I'm ready to go on the rest of the night, now."
"Well, I didn't say we had to go into cold storage," Cindy snickered. "Just follow me."
Where little sister then led big sister was into the bedroom, where their brother had been getting it on with their mom while the girls had been sucking and fucking their father. Except at this point, mother and son were sitting up in bed with enormous grins on their faces, which would turn out to be more than just the result of the pleasure they'd brought to one another.
"We heard what happened out there," Ann Keaton told her daughters. "And what can I say, except that you girls are sensational. I'm so proud of you. I wouldn't have believed anybody could turn your father into that kind of stud. It almost makes me want to . . .no, I'd better not get that carried away."
"C'mon, Mom, tell us!" all three Keaton kids urged at once.
"Well, you won't believe this," Ann haltingly said, "but ..."
Then, after she went ahead and told them, the Keaton children jumped on their mother's case and wouldn't stop until she'd agreed to something that in its own way promised to be the most far-out piece of family sex yet.
CHAPTER NINE
Walt Keaton had been taken by the hand and then drawn into the bedroom to join the rest of the family. As he blankly stared, his children backed away from the bed. Next, the member of the family who had brought him in from the hallway spread her naked body out on the sheets in front of him.
"Look at me, Walt," she seductively called up. "Just forget everything that's happened between the two of us before tonight and look at me like it's the first time you've ever seen me this way."
She raised her knees and spread her thighs, showcasing her cunt. Walt's sense of smell clearly remained intact, because his nostrils flared from the musky aroma drifting from between the legs of the naked woman on the bed. But as yet, his dangling prick had failed to respond to her.
"I know ... I know," she understandingly said, "I didn't expect this to happen any more than you did, Walt. I thought we were through in bed, too. But when I heard the way you were using your cock on the girls, it was like you were a whole different man from the one I married. That was an honest to God stud out there. Stud enough for a woman like me."
At last, Walt Keaton spoke. "B-But you're my wife ..."
Spread-legged on the bed, Ann Keaton answered, "I'm ready to forget that, because I'm not the woman you married now, any more than you're the man who's been my husband. Think of it, Walt, after all these years it's like each of us is finally finding out about what the other is really like for the first time."
Walt's eyes stayed trained on Ann's pussy, especially when she reached into her hairy crotch to stretch her pussy-lips as far apart as they'd go. From her pinkly yawning cunt, the escaping fuck-honey leaked into the crack of her ass.
"I'm not just a wife," Ann purred. "I'm a cunt, most of all. A cunt just waiting to be fucked by a big hard stud's cock. For years I've been a maid, a cook, a washerwoman-yes, a boring, nagging wife-but now that's all changed. From here on in, what you see is what you get from me. Cunt, cunt, all cunt!"
Ann Keaton rubbed her pussy, making it squish aloud as the juicy oozed between her fingers. And it was at this point that Walt Keaton's prick got the message and began to stir.
"Yes, stud, yes," Ann coaxed with genuine excitement. "Get it up for me. All the way up. Give me a hard-on for my horny cunt!"
Walt's prick now surged to jutting attention.
"Fuck me, fuck me, stud!" urged Ann. "Fuck my horny cunt with that big, beautiful, hard cock, just like you fucked our girls!"
And Walt was abruptly on the bed, as if the rest of him had been pulled there by his throbbing prick.
"Oooooh, put it in me," Ann swooned. "Your big, hard cock fucking my cunt all the way to your balls, stud!"
Walt aimed and took the plunge. Then, when his prick was immediately buried in her welcoming pussy, Ann wrapped her legs around him to begin rocking him in the cradle of her thighs for prime friction.
"Mmmmm," she predicted, "gonna be soooo easy for me to come ..."
Indeed, Ann then came on the spot. And once she started she didn't stop, rubbing her own clit at the top of her cock-filled pussy and encouraging Walt to keep her senses boiling by doing more than just fucking her.
"My tits ... my titties!" she gasped to Walt. "Suck my tits at the same time you fuck my cunt!"
Walt's face dropped to Ann's tit-globes, his tongue flicking from nipple to nipple. Then she pushed her tit-jugs together for him, bringing their erect buds together so he could close his slurping mouth over both of them at once.
"Oh, no, you're not my husband," Ann then teased, "I can't remember my husband ever sucking my tits this good while he was fucking me this good. Making me come and keep coming this goooood!"
But as thrilled as she was by Walt's performance, Ann still wasn't satisfied that she'd gotten the best out of him.
"My ass now, stud," she quickly requested. "Do something to my ass along with my cunt and tits."
Walt dropped a hand to her squirming ass. Then his fingers were searching between her plump asscheeks into her hairy asscrack.
"Ahhhhh, that's the idea," Ann panted with approval.' 'But more than just rubbing. Fingerfuck me deep, right where I shit!"
Walt wasted no time pronging her asshole to his last knuckle. Then he was rigging her shit-pit to the same rhythm as his cock pumped in her pussy and his mouth sucked her tits.
"Ooooooh, talk about perfect!" Ann declared. "No way I'll stop coming now until after my man's come too!"
And as their father kept their mother on an orgasmic high, the Keaton kids looked on with loving approval. Perhaps, even after all that had happened while incest was taking over the family, watching their parents fuck was in its own way the frosting on the cake for Cindy, Donna and Buzz.
"Never thought we'd see this happen," Donna sighed. "But, God, now that they've gotten rid of their hang-ups about being married to each other, aren't Mom and Dad super together?"
"Maybe, Sis," Cindy chuckled, "you should've stayed with your husband long enough to have some kids like us who'd teach you the facts of life."
"And miss this?" Donna chuckled back. "Had to do my part to get my own parents fucking like they weren't married before I could ever know how to bring it off myself with a family of my own. Some day, sure-but for now, right here is the only place I wanna be. And, believe me, I won't hook up with any guy again unless I know for certain he can hold his own with the rest of us."
Serious now, Cindy readily agreed, "Ahhhh, same here. I'll never get married to anyone without him being married to all of us. He'll have to fuck my sister and mom just the same as he fucks me-or forget it."
Then both Keaton girls turned to their brother and asked him, "What about you, Buzz?"
"If I don't find the right cunt for me on the outside," he honestly said to his sisters, "I won't mind. I'll always have all the action I can handle right here at home with you two and Mom. Anything else'll just be gravy-for all of us. Anybody I hook up with will have to be just as bi for pussy as she's horny for cock."
"How about Daddy?" Donna teased. "Can he fuck the future Mrs. Buzz Keaton whenever he's not busy with me and Cindy and Mom?"
"The bitch'll have to put out all the way around or I'll toss her right back where she came from," Buzz said. "Either she's the same kind of piece of ass as my sisters and mom or-" "Mmmmm, if she is, I can't wait to meet her," a giggling Cindy cut in. "You mean eat her, don't you, Sis?" Donna smirked.
"If I can get you out of the way," Cindy teased back. Then again, she got serious. "That's all if and when it happens, though. Right now, the main thing is that we've all got each other, and that's what really matters. And after watching Mom and Dad fuck, I'm horny as hell all over again. Ready to jump right in."
"You saying that the old folks need some help?" Donna needled. "Looks like they're doing just fine to me."
"Maybe they don't need any help, but some company can't hurt," Cindy said. "Like, the more the merrier."
Then Cindy had left her brother and sister to join their parents on the bed. She went right for their father's hairy balls, taking them both in her sucking mouth between where his cock fucked their mother's squishing cunt and his fingers probed her asshole.
"Wow, three's a crowd and more'd be even better," Donna sighed when she saw how easily Cindy had plugged into the action.
"Then go for it, Sis," Buzz urged.
"What about you?" Donna asked her brother.
"I can take care of myself," drawled Buzz.
"Well, excuse me then," Donna bubbled, "but I'm on my way ..."
She joined the others on the bed and promptly sat on her mother's face. In response, Ann Keaton, who'd never tasted another pussy before, began eating Donna out as expertly and hungrily as it could be done.
"Ooooooh," Donna moaned with instant pleasure, "Mom eats cunt just like a damned dyke! What a tongue!"
For a while, Buzz Keaton continued to stand back and watch. But he was putting the time to good use, stroking his cock to a keen edge of throbbing hardness in preparation for the target he had in mind.
Then, with his normal eight inches aroused to something closer to ten, Buzz made his move. His female target saw him approaching her, cock-first, and couldn't have been more willing.
"Yes," she read his mind, "fuck me in the mouth! I was hoping that was what you had planned!"
Then Donna Keaton opened her jaw as wide as it would go and took her brother Buzz's prick straight down her throat.
So now the whole family was linked in an incestuous chain-everybody simultaneously involved in mass sucking and fucking. Like well-oiled parts of a machine, their thrusting crotches moved in rhythmic precision.
Eventually though, the tempo of Walt Keaton's participation speeded up so that his loins were bucking furiously. The reason was that he'd been fucking Ann long before their kids had joined in, and the friction of her tugging cunt on his cock had taken its toll. In short, after holding back as long as he could, Walt absolutely had to shoot his wad.
"Damn, am I gonna come a load!" he announced aloud.
That was Cindy's signal to suck his balls even harder as she felt them churn in her packed mouth and primed their jizz-supply in the few remaining seconds before eruption. Then they jerked with such force that Cindy abruptly lost her oral grasp on them, leaving her to watch while her father came directly above her in her mother's cunt.
"Oooooh . . . ahhhh . . . mmmmmm!" Walt groaned, his hiked cock spurting jizz into his wife's clutching cunt. "Take it, Ann, take it! More cum than I've ever fucked into you!"
"More of your cum than even my thirsty pussy can hold," Ann reported in thrilled response. "Your cock's still creaming, stud, and I'm already starting to leak."
Walt reached down to feel. And when he did, his fingers ran right into a lapping tongue-his youngest daughter's. Having spotted the oozing slime at the rim of her mother's overflowing cunt, Cindy had immediately started licking it away.
"What a horny, little girl," Walt sighed to himself in reaction to Cindy's latest performance. "Of all of us, she's the one who makes the difference."
Then, reasoning that turning her loose would provide the momentum to carry along the rest of the family, Walt gave Cindy more room to work with by withdrawing his dripping prick from Ann's slobbering cunt. Predictably, his youngest daughter's mouth was instantly there, sealing her mother's pussy to feast on her father's jizz.
"Oh, yeah, little girl," Walt urged Cindy on. "Suck it, suck it. Every drop of Daddy's cum out of Mommy's cunt."
But of course, Walt Keaton had two other children, and now his son drew his attention in their direction.
"My cock's gonna shoot it, Sis," gasped Buzz to Donna. "Give you a bellyful of my jizz!"
Walt watched with keen interest as his only boy gritted his teeth and erupted. But rather than taking a bellyful of Buzz's jizz, Donna abruptly spat out his spurting cock and took the creamy flow point-blank in her grinning face.
Then, after Donna had caught her brother's cum, she swiveled her cunt around on her mother's face. From there she leaned down, burying her sticky face between the tits below and rubbing between them from ear to ear.
So now, with Walt and Buzz having spilled their spunk, it was temporarily an all-female show. But the way the cocks of father and son were already on the rise again, Cindy, Donna and their mother couldn't expect to remain just a lesbian threesome for long.
"If we let 'em go on like this, Dad, they'll keep it up all night," Buzz warned. "Believe me, Cindy and Donna will take Mom right along with them, so they'll forget all about our cocks unless we make them remember."
"I hear you talking, Son," Walt said, agreeing that the men in the family had to keep the women in line. "My cock's almost set to go again already. Feels as young as yours."
"Then who do you wanna use it on, Dad?"
Looking at the female tangle, Walt's eyes settled on the naked form of the youngest. Then Buzz's gaze followed his father's to the same place.
"Hmmmmm, looks like we have the same piece of ass in mind," Buzz noted. "Hot, little Cindy. The one who started it all."
"I figured she had," Walt answered. "Just something about the way she seems to make things happen for the rest of us."
"You better believe it, Dad," Buzz said. "And I was the first one of us who found that out. Caught some of my friends gang-banging her, got rid of them, and the next thing I knew Cindy had me taking their place. I wound up fucking her in the mouth, pussy and ass the first time we got it on. Hasn't slowed down since then, either."
"And your other sister?" Walt asked.
"Donna and I did it by ourselves after she moved back in with us, but then Cindy took over again. Next thing I knew I had 'em both all over me. By the time I was through, I'd fucked the two of 'em together at the same time. That was after they'd made me prove I could do it by pulling the same kind of dyke number they are now with Mom. Dared me to show I had the balls for all that pussy."
"You' re sure Cindy was behind that? And this?" father quizzed son.
Without hesitation, Buzz replied, "Donna gives great head and she's a great lay. But she's just like a whore-goes wherever she's kicked. And Cindy does the kicking."
"What about your mother?"
"Cindy called the shots on Mom, too," Buzz sated. Then matter-of-factly added, "Just like she did on you, Dad . . . let's face it, we'd still be the same old ordinary family we always were if it wasn't for her."
"Guess we owe her a lot, then," Walt sighed.
"And I know just how to help pay her back, Dad," Buzz suggested with a leer. "We both wanna fuck her, right? So why don't we do just that. Both fuck her, right now!"
"At the same t-time?" Walt gulped, the idea of two cocks ganging up on his little girl jolting him.
"In the same cunt!" Buzz declared. And next he snickered, "C'mon, after all she's done for us, it's the least we can do for her. She deserves it."
Then Buzz went straight to Cindy. She was on her back, sucking their mother's pussy. He flipped her over without warning. But she responded like it was exactly what she'd been waiting for, bobbing up on her knees to raise her ass and spread her asscheeks like she was a bitch in heat.
"Well, Dad," son called back to father, "here she is. Now the rest is up to you. You can join in, or let me have her pussy all to myself."
That said, Buzz took dead aim with his curving fucker and stabbed it like a knife from the rear into his sister's meaty cunt. She automatically rocked back, making sure she was shafted with every inch available on the first cock-thrust.
"Mmmmmm, it's so good to have a prick in my pussy again," Cindy moaned, her face now out of her mother's crotch. Then she made it clear that even while she'd been in the lesbian threesome, she'd been keeping tabs on the males in the family. "But twice as much cock fucking my pussy'd be even better, Daddy."
"You sure, baby," Walt asked, "sure that's what you want?"
"I'm betting my cunt on it, aren't I?" Cindy saucily replied. "Now, c'mon, Daddy, put that hard-on to work alongside of Buzz's."
But despite the obvious readiness of his jutting cock to plug into his youngest daughter, Walt still hesitated at the prospect of sharing her pussy with his son.
"Do it, Daddy, do it!" Donna insisted, looking on with her mother.
Ann was even stronger in her language, telling her husband in no uncertain terms, "There's no halfway here, Walt. You play the game by our rules, or else. And right now we all agree that means giving Cindy exactly what she wants-two cock in her cunt!"
Walt Keaton saw that he had no choice if he wanted to remain in good standing with his family. Fortunately, his rigid prick was more than set to do its duty. So he gave over his thinking to it now, letting it lead the rest of his back into the thick of the action.
How do you fuck a cunt that's already got a cock in it? Walt went after it by sliding feet first on his back beneath his youngest daughter's arms and legs. When she crushed her tits against his chest he started feeling at home. Then, with Cindy reaching down to fit the head of his prick into the remaining space of her already fucked pussy, Walt had no further doubt that this was where he belonged.
"Here, Dad, let me give you more room in Cindy's cunt," Buzz volunteered, withdrawing his prick a few inches so his father's cock could nudge in deeper.
"Thanks, Son," Walt called up. "To tell you the truth, I didn't think we could fuck the same pussy. But now I don't see how we can miss giving Cindy just what she wants."
Then Cindy herself made her father's words ring true, announcing that she was already coming. In response, the two cocks in her cunt rubbed together in a combined thrust, making her squeal with mounting orgasmic pleasure.
Watching with her oldest daughter, Ann Keaton sighed to Donna, "Oh, you don't know how happy it makes me to see Buzz and his dad teaming up so well. This is the best they've gotten along in such a long time. Best all of us have gotten along, in fact. I've never felt before like we were this much of a family."
"Thanks to Cindy," Donna said, speaking the bottom line. "If she hadn't brought us all together, we'd all still be fucking around on the side and thinking we were hot stuff without knowing any better. Let's face it, Mom, you've raised yourself a genius. A fucking genius!"
"Wish I could take credit," Ann wistfully sighed, "but I'm just lucky to be along for the ride, same as you, your dad and your brother. Cindy's the head of this family now, and Whatever we are we owe to her."
"Nothing to stop us, though, from doing our own thing," Donna chuckled, "huh, Mom?"
"Have anything special in mind?" Ann anxiously asked, itching to get back into action along with Donna.
The latter smirked and shrugged. "Naw, nothing right off the top of my head. But if we just go with the flow, we've got all night to try anything and everything."
"And after that," Ann Keaton lilted, "the rest of forever."
"Right on, Mom, that's the spirit," bubbled Donna. "If it feels good, we'll do it, that's what this family's all about from now on. And just doing what comes naturally is the best way for us to show Cindy how grateful we are for how she's turned us on to each other."
"The only way!" Cindy herself called to her big sister and mother as she was double-fucked by her brother and father. "So stop just gabbing about it, you two, and give me something juicy to watch while I take these cocks in my cunt!"
Donna reacted by darting out of the room. When she returned, her brief absence was spectacularly explained. For strapped onto her loins was a jutting dildo.
"Oh, yes, Sis, yes!" Cindy urged. "Fuck Mom now. Fuck her cunt right in front of me while Dad and Buzz finish fucking me!"
It happened just like that. And before the Keaton family had sucked and fucked their way to exhaustion by dawn, there was a whole lot more-in summary, anything and everything possible that five naked bodies and a dildo could accomplish at an incestuous orgy.
