It was a sultry July night, the kind of night when sex and violence and everything in between seem to make sense. If Rita Spencer had known that her brother was still awake, she'd have pulled down the sheets anyhow. But she'd whispered, "Mark, are you asleep?" and he hadn't answered so once she got the linen down around her waist she wasn't worried that in the humid dark he'd see her hands sliding along her belly down between her moist legs, there to rub softly at her mound. "Oooh," she sighed softly, "it's so fucking hot."
Her fingers slid between the lips covering her young vagina. Even above the dull roar of distant traffic she could hear the slopping noise of her digit running in and out of her wet hair pie. She poked along on the inside of her flesh cave and worked her clitoris upright. She was young, fifteen going on sixteen, nubile and svelte, except for her large pendular breasts. Her flesh was soft, and in the wet night, damp. Her one hand worked vigorously at her clitoris which she'd learned to use to best advantage, and her other hand palmed her left titty. "Oh, shit," she gasped, "I wonder what it's really like."
Rita had seen her brother's cock plenty of times, and in magazines she'd read about and seen pictures of sex and screwing, sucking and eating, but she still had no real idea, other than the pleasure she took from masturbating, what it would be like to have her pussy filled with a rigid beef steak. Thinking about some fantasy penis, she worked her bony digit in and out of her narrow flesh cave. Even though she'd never fucked before, her hymen was no longer intact. Maybe it was during girl's gym that she'd noticed the bleeding, a small line of red blood at the wrong time of the month, or maybe later that day at home-she couldn't recall. But it didn't matter, she wasn't a virgin in that sense. But then again, she thought, she still couldn't say she was experienced. She continued to work her finger in the soft wet flesh of her humid young pussy hole. "Ahhhh," she moaned softly, "I think it's going to happen. I think ..."
She lifted her knees and spread her loins wide. She needed room to move in, room for her plunging finger in her juicing cunt hole. "Oh, yes," she moaned, "this is going to be nice." She rubbed back and forth in her young twat and spread herself out so that she could stimulate all sorts of greasy flesh in her cunt and not just her clitoris. But it was on the vaginal-pecker that she spent most of her attention, and it was there that she felt the first orgasmic chills begin to climb, out of her pussy and up her sweating belly and spine. She blushed and groaned softly about how she loved the feel of her cunt getting hot and wet. It would have been hard to tell whether it was hotter in her cunt and more humid that it was in the dark sultry July night.
Mark rolled over. He was not asleep. He watched quietly as his sister brought her sexual fever to a perfect pitch. He was a year older, seventeen, and he knew exactly what she was doing. Unlike his sister, he was somewhat experienced. As a football player at Dover High he'd had plenty of women, most of them young girls, Juniors and Sophomores who were only too happy to spread their soft slick thighs and let the high school quarterback plunge his prestigious beef into their sweet angelic holes. "You know," he thought to himself, "I wonder why I never thought about screwing Rita." He smiled and continued to watch his younger sister working her digit in and out of her sweet wet twat space. Once, Mark remembered, he'd paid a woman, a girl at the school named Patty Benson. She was a good young hooker and she was taking money from teachers and students and giving them in return a lot of hot sex. He thought about Patty just now because she resembled his sister Rita. He smiled as Rita's lusty groans increased in intensity. He saw his sister's smooth hips ride upwards around her digit. She was squeezing her titty, her pillowy damp breast, and she was moaning, softly gasping and moaning, "Fuck me, fuck me." It was hard enough, thought Mark, to get to sleep in the heat of the night, but with a girl like Rita rubbing her cunt and her smooth titties, it was nearly impossible. Even though she was his sister he couldn't help but see her as a fine piece of tail. And he thought it was a waste that all that gush and clit juice and lusty energy was going to go unused on merely her finger.
Quietly, Mark pulled back the sheets covering him. Rita continued to poke herself, to rub her twat mound. The gushing sounds and the gasping of her quick breathing camouflaged Mark's stealthy moves toward her bedside. She didn't even know he was there, standing up above her in the nude with his long phallus hanging limp but going harder every second while she masturbated herself with her eyes closed. "Oh, God," she moaned softly, still unaware of his presence, "I wish ..."
Mark put his hand over his sister's mouth and sat down. She opened her eyes with a start. In the humid night her face was damp with perspiration and he could see the expression of fear and embarrassment in her eyes. The dim moonlight coming through the open curtain and window above her bed lighted her face so that he could see that she didn't know what to do. "Shhhhh," he told her. He kept his hand over her mouth. She was still hot and lusty from her masturbation. He used his free hand to slide across her lean and supple thigh. He slipped his hand on top of hers and felt how wet it was. There was clit juice everywhere, on her bush, between her fingers, on her loins. She started to struggle a bit, but she was hot and sexy, horny. He replaced her hand with his own, entered his sister's cunt with his own long bony finger. "Let me do this," he whispered. "You just relax."
Rita struggled up but Mark shoved his hand down hard on her mouth. It was a professional straight arm move, the kind of thing that a football player could do easily. He looked over his shoulder to be sure that neither of his parents could hear them through the bedroom door. He suspected that his father and mother were asleep, or balling, and in either case, they wouldn't be easily disturbed. He continued to plow his finger in and out of his sister's hot stimulated flesh cave. The gush surrounded his finger, as did the hot slippery flesh. He plunged in and out several times in a row to make sure that her sexual urges became stronger than her fears and feelings of guilt about fucking him. He had to overcome both her fear of incest with her brother as well as her fear of a real penis. It was going to be her first time.
"Oh," she sighed as he took his hand off her mouth, "Mark, "I don't know if...."
He slipped in under the sheet. Half of their bodies was covered with the sheet. The other half, from the waist up, was nude. He pressed his chest against her smooth bulging titties and his mouth around her open lips. He forced his tongue into her protesting face and swabbed the inside of her soft flesh. "You know," she said softly when he pulled away to kiss her neck and shoulders, "I wonder what would happen if anyone ever found out."
"Don't worry," Mark told his sister, "I ain't tellin' anybody and neither are you." He pushed his mouth down around his sister's sweet titty tip. He cupped it with his lips. The nipple slid smoothly between his slippery lips. "Mmmm," he hummed. "Nice. I've always wanted to suck on your chest. I don't know why I waited this long." His meaty dick rubbed along her leg while his mouth worked along her breast.
"Oh, Mark," she whispered, "I just don't know what..."
Every time she began to protest and speak something other than lust, he jammed her face full of tongue meat. Finally, she gave in, submitted to the idea and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and back. "Screw me good," she told him. "It's my first time and I want it to be really good." Mark continued to rub his long phallus between his sister's smooth tanned legs. He could feel, every now and then, her wet beaver pie. He deliberately didn't penetrate the cunt hole, but he did make sure to rub his hot dick head against the sloppy lips just for fun. "Uuuuuhhh," moaned his sister, "that feels really nice." She squeezed her smooth tanned loins together around Mark's hot cock. She pressed her legs so that he got an especially nice rubbing from her soft moist flesh. He rubbed up and down and the bottom of his cock stroked her thighs.
"You know," he whispered in his sister's ear, "fucking you is going to be one of the best things I ever did." With that he rubbed his face between her titties. He licked Rita's soft mammaries, gave the caps a good long tonguing. When he was finished with one, the nipple, the big mushroom colored cap and the breast flesh itself was coated with warm greasy saliva. "Oooh, shit," she hummed, "I'm so hot, Mark. I'm so damn hot."
The combination of their heated bodies sweating with lust and the natural July humidity and heat made their slick rubbing a good wet feel for them both. "Jesus Keerist," grunted Mark, "you are hot." He was referring to the glow in her face, the heat emanating from her mound, and the feel of her shivering, pre-orgasmic body. "You never did it before, eh?" he said. "Well you have a treat in store, Rita. You're gonna like it a lot." He reached down and spread her clamped thighs. He lay beside her and used his finger to stroke in and out of her cunt lips. He rubbed the labial leaves and used his digit also to make sure of her erect clitoris. He stimulated the thing time and again until it was erect to his satisfaction. Soon he was flicking the little slippery nub of twat-penis back and forth, and he was gat-ting another finger going under her pelvis, between her butt cheeks, up her anus. "You like both at once?" he asked.
"Oh, God," she sighed, "I love it." He had his thumb, soon thereafter, stuffed in her pussy, and his finger rubbing in her asshole. He squeezed her anus and her pussy, and his finger rubbing in her asshole. He squeezed her anus and her pussy holes with his hand. Her pelvis rubbed up and down in his hand. He worked his long digits in and out of her body. "Shit, Rita," he said, "you being a virgin is the biggest waste of hot cunt I ever saw." He continued to spread the sweet grease from her pussy space. The sap was leaking out everywhere. Before long his fingers and palm were coated with fresh wet ooze. "Fuck," he grunted, "this is going to be one hell of a sloppy screw."
She pumped her uncontrollable twat up and down around his thumb. She climbed the digit with her wet lips. Her narrow tube sucked and rolled along his thick knuckle. And soon she was begging him to jam her as hard as possible, to use his big dick to penetrate her body. "Not yet," he told her, "but in a few minutes. First you have to be taught a few basic moves."
"Like what?" asked Rita, softly in the damp night. "What do I have to learn?"
"Did you ever give head?"
"Head?" she asked, her eyes wide. "I don't even know what it is."
"Suck," said her brother. "Did you ever suck on anyone's penis before?"
"No," she said. "I'd like to though."
"Here you go," he said, pushing on her shoulders. "Go on down on it. You got your big chance, sis. Take it away." He pushed her down along his crotch. She grabbed at his muscle with tentative and anxious fingers. Her small warm hands clutched at the base of his rigid meat. She rubbed and milked it, and she worked up and down with her Angers. She was happy to have, for the first time in her life, a real penis with which to play and fondle. She caressed it up and down, thinking that this was what he meant by suck. "How am I doing?" she asked her brother.
"Alright," said Mark. "But now you have to use your mouth. You know, suck on the tip."
She smiled. She didn't know that that's what she was supposed to do. She liked the idea, however, and stretched her tongue across the tip of her brother's joint. "Like that?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. "More of the same, and enjoy yourself. Just do what comes natural." He looked under the sheets and watched her work. She pulled her silky blond hair behind her head and pressed her lips around his meaty prick head. "It's thick," she said, retracing her move, "I don't know if it's gonna fit." She then reapplied her face to his mushroom head. Her thick juicy lips wrapped around the pole of her brother's cock. She spread her mouth out and around the big rim and cap of the fuck stick. "Oh," he moaned down to her between his legs, "that's the way to do it, sis. Just keep that up." She rubbed his pecker between her no longer virginal lips. She blushed and the sweat from her lips dripped down on his meat and added to the zesty oral rubbing. "Yeah," she moaned, taking a breather, "it does come sort of natural." She inspected, even in the dim light of the more or less darkened bedroom, the long hot dog. It was now shiny with saliva from her rubbing tongue muscle, and a fresh supply of blood pulsed in the vein on the topside of the shaft. "I'm gonna like sex a lot," she sighed. "Really a lot." She pressed her lips back around the head of the wet meat. She sucked it up, as much of the rigid rod as she could get into her face, and used her lips to seal the bargain. "Yeah," said Mark, "that's terrific, babe. Really fine."
He held his sister's head in his hands and rubbed her face back and forth across the tip of his sensitive meat. His big bone banged her in the mouth. "Uuuhhh," she grunted, "it's mighty strong." She licked the long thick piece of flesh. She grew quickly familiar with her brother's juicy hot member, and though it was the first time ever that she'd sucked off a penis, she did a marvelous job. "Now," said Mark, pulling his sister's pretty lips away from his joint, "you have to learn about licking something else."
"Oh, yeah," said Rita, flushing with heat and sweat. Her sexual fever had gone up two notches just from the feel of the jumbo meat between her lips. "I love this, Mark," she told her brother, reluctant to give up her hold on his dick.
"You'll love licking my buns, too," he told her. "It's very important that you learn everything there is about ass licking. It's one of the nicest things you can do for a guy."
"Oh, boy," she said. "Tell me what to do."
"Shhhh," whispered Mark. "You got to be quiet or Mom and Dad will hear us."
She nodded and sat up, her fine long boobies hanging down for his enjoyment. "You just tell me how to do it."
He laid down in front of her with his legs spread wide. He reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart. "Go on in there," he directed his sister who bowed between the backs of his legs, "and use your . tongue." She went right to work licking and kissing his buttocks. She spread kisses everywhere, along his hips, along the balls of his ass cheeks, up and down the big buns. "Is that good?" she asked. .
"That's great," said Mark. He was using and teaching his sister as best he could. "Go for the crack. Don't miss the hole, either."
She leaned back down and spread her wet mouth muscle out across the wet groove between his hairy buns. She coated his meaty rear end with fresh mouth juice. She used her mouth muscle to go up and down between the big heated buns, then she went in for his anus. She wasn't sure what to do, but she did what she thought she herself might like in her asshole. She poked her long wet tongue into the tapered entrance and then went past the tight iris sphincter muscle. She jammed hard and long and filled the tight space with her wet tongue. "Mm-mm," she hummed, "this is the way to do it. I know this is right." Mark waved his butt in his sister's face. "You're right about that, Rita," he said. "Absolutely correct."
Rita pulled her face up and out of her brother's crotch. She'd worked her tongue all the way up his anal track and then she'd pulled the long narrow wet muscle out of the tube. "How's that?" she asked.
"Perfect," said Mark. He sat up and around. "You got to get some of my tongue up your asshole, and then we'll be ready for a good screwing,"
His sister smiled and spread out on the bed. She showed her butt to him, gave him access to her asshole. "There," she said, Tm ready."
Mark looked down at the perfectly round butt cheeks. They were as creamy as could be. He remembered the countless times that he'd seen his lovely sister parading nude through the house just as she was going through puberty. On lots of occasions he'd have a boner, just from watching that sweet round asshole run by him. He loved the shape of the cheeks, the slant and curve of the gracefully sculpted crack, the tube within. And now, he rubbed his hands, he would be fucking that delectable shit hole with his tongue. He could hardly believe his good fortune. "Here you go sis," he said. "Get yourself ready."
He dove for the soft ass flesh. He used his hands to massage and knead the cheeks. He puckered up her butt tissue and landed his long wet tongue on the delectable piece of pinched meat. He splayed out his mouth organ and rubbed it against the buttery soft cheek. "Oh, yeah," he moaned, "this is perfect for eating." He slid his tongue into the asshole crack and worked his way up and down the slit. Soon enough eh arrived at the tube itself and there he plunged his tongue into the anus hole. "Ooooh, my," screeched his sister.
"You have to be quiet," warned Mark. "I know it's hard, but this time, while Mom and Dad are home, you have to be quiet." Then he went back into her anus with his snake-like slick muscle. He stuffed her bunghole full of hot flesh from his mouth organ. He jammed in hard and fast and gave her a good long kiss in the buttocks. "Mmmm," he hummed into the butt-hole, "sis, you got what it takes." He smiled and smacked her butt-cheeks lightly as he came up.
"I like that, too," she said softly. "I like it when you use your hands on my ass cheeks." She rolled her butt and her brother gave her another quick slap on the ass. There was a soft cracking noise. "Oooh," she squealed, "now what?" She sat up with a delightful display of white teeth and wet lips, a smile, ready for action.
"Now," said her brother, "I'm gonna show you some sixty-nine action. You know what that is?"
She blushed. "I've heard girls talk about it in gym."
"O.k.," he said, "you get your face in my crotch. You get my dick in you mouth. Then you spread your legs around my face, and I'll get your cunt to play with. Get it?"
"Got it." "Good."
They arranged themselves accordingly. Young Rita Spencer spread her lovely tanned legs around her brother's face. Her wet beaver rode close to his open eating mouth. Her face sucked up his cock muscle. She licked the head and went up and down the shaft with her splayed tongue. Once she'd got herself a taste of his beef, she was hot to get more of it. She went sliding up and down in his groin and spread lovely little kisses all along his nut nest. She kissed his thighs and rubbed his legs, with her hands, while she did so. "Mmmm," she hummed, "this is so much fun. Now I know why people get married."
"Mmmm," hummed her brother. He, for his part, was working diligently on his sister's cunt hole. He had her thick labial lips spread wide so that he could work his tongue up and down in her pussy crack. He was washing the insides of her vagina with his splayed tongue. He was sure, of course, to concentrate his best thrusting tongue action on his sister's hot lickable clitoris. He made sure, too, to tug on the meaty little twat-prick, and pulled it up and down with his lips and tongue. He went down everything in sight and made sure to get a good long rub against her bristly pubic hairs. Before long he felt a surge of fresh gush coming out of his sister's gyrating pussy cavern. "Oh, yeah," he moaned, "that's perfect, kid.
You just keep moving and I'll keep licking." He continued to eat out her cunt hole. It was all of it wet and juicy and hairy, just the kind of pie that young Mark Spencer loved to eat. Besides, it was even more exciting to know that this particular beaver dessert belonged to his sister.
They rode like that for some considerable time, floating up the ecstasy ladder with each other's tongues on their genitals. "I love doing this," said Mark's sister. "I can't get over how nice a real penis feels in my mouth." She scooped the head between her now recently experienced lips. And she rubbed. Back and forth, from side to side, she spread saliva and soft mouth flesh everywhere on her brother's hot cock muscle. "Mmmm," she hummed, "it's delicious!"
"O.k.," said Mark, "it's time for a little of the real McCoy." He got up out from under his sister's sweating flesh. He pushed her over on her back and crawled down between her smooth loins. She had her head at the foot of the bed, and they both together had their feet up around the place where the pillow goes. Mark mounted her quickly and efficiently, his long joint filling his sister's sweet, highly lickable, fuckable, suckable cunt hole. "Ahhhhh," she sighed, "it's so fucking big!"
"Bigger than a finger or a tongue," said Mark. "That's for sure." He smiled and pressed his open mouth against his sister's spread lips. He filled her oral cavity with his mouth muscle as he simultaneously jammed his hard bone into her meaty cunt hole. Everything was wet and juicy. She rubbed her slick tanned titties up against his hairy muscular chest, and she wrapped her hands around his buttocks, cupped his ass cheeks and drove a finger into the entrance to his asshole. Mark pumped Rita so full of hot cock that she nearly cried out. But he quickly lifted one hand to cover her face so that she wouldn't make a sound that would disturb their parents. He continued to stuff her cunt with his meaty wet joint.
"Ahhhh, yes," she sighed, "I love it." He worked his hog down deep in her flesh cave and grabbed her titties with his hands. He kneaded the flowing flesh of her pillow-like boobies. He rubbed the mushroom colored caps and tweaked the hot nipples. Pretty soon she was quietly gasping and profusely gushing. "Uuuuuuuhh," she grunted, "it's so fucking good to have a real hard fuck-stick in my pussy. I love it." She rolled her smooth hips up against his crotch and sucked his long phallus down deep into her neat beaver tube. The hole gushed and sprayed around her brother's long joint. "It's good, baby," he said, tugging on her nipples. "It's really fucking good." He leaned back and hammered his cock again and again in and out of her sweet body.
"I love it," she moaned. "I really do fucking love it." She squirmed under the terrific pressure of his hot bulging joint. She swayed her hips right and left taking on a natural rhythm. Mark followed suit. He gave her back, pump after pump, a steady thrust and slam with the head of his booming pecker. His joint sloshed in and out of the slick velvet flesh. "Mmmmm," she hummed to her brother, "kiss me, Mark. Kiss me on the lips."
He leaned down, gave up her titties in order to do so, and pushed his long fat tongue meat into her face. Her sweet thick lips spread and clamped down on his mouth muscle. Before she could kiss him back she felt some great wild cosmic shudder fill her loins. Her pelvis snapped twice, back and forth, and she moaned ecstatically, gasping: "Oooohhh ... ahhhhhhh ... uuuuuuuhhh, shit!" She gushed all over his rod, climaxed with her brother Mark's long hot joint inside her sweet teenage body.
Mark watched his sister writhe in ecstasy. Her swiveling hips and rolling cunt tube gave his cock a good long thrill. He jammed down deep and prepared to come inside her. Her was going to pulse his hot jism into her beaver hole when she reached around his neck and pulled him down to her face again. She kissed him long and hard while his big wet penis flooded her cunt hole with fresh pudding. "Oooh, yeah," he sighed as his prick shot off inside her tubular orifice. "Squeeze, baby. Squeeze hard."
Her long pussy muscles went to work milking the jism from his rod. She yanked and tugged on the thick base of his cock. She made sure that every drop of fiis precious, brotherly come went streaming down to the most remote canyon in her cunt orifice. She sucked the jism with her octopus like crotch muscles and pulled it all down inside her body. Mark's sister Rita had to admit that she loved his joint and his come and his fucking in her vaginal hole. She knew for sure that she was going to want more of him than just this one fuck, and she wanted to make sure he came back to her, that he came back with a big fresh stick of bone meat, one that would ream out her cunt hole as well as he was doing right then, a boner that she would be able to use again and again to get off on, one that would make her happy sexually always.
"Mmmm," hummed her brother, "that's good work, Rita. If I'd known that my very own sister could fuck me this way, I'd have played a lot more hookey this year." He jammed his last shot of come juice up into her cunt and then yanked his wet flesh pole out of the juicy sap producing, sap containing, space. "There," he said, "you ain't a virgin anymore, honey. Not any more."
She smiled and said: "I'm sure glad about that. Virginity sucks." She laughed and said: "I think I better give you just a little more licking so that you'll be nice and clean in case we want to do it again, eh?"
Mark liked his sister's healthy attitude. He spread his legs while sitting against the open window above her bed. He showed her his neat meat, still stiff, still covered with his and her juice. "Go to it, Rita. Lick me off." He smiled and waited. His sister planted the head of his beef steak in her lips. She rolled her willing tongue across the tip and down the shaft. She licked and sucked and before long he was totally hard and totally turned on again. "I love it," he said. "I love it." He pressed his hands around her head and moved her face up and down on his big hairy wet crotch muscle. "Good," he grunted, "real-' ly fucking good. That's gonna be nice." She continued to lick him back toward a new high, toward another moment of ecstasy. "You think," she asked, "you'll be able to fuck me again?"
"Anytime you want," he said.
"What about now?" asked his sister. "Right this minute. In my cunt."
"Sure," said Mark. "Why not?"
And that's how Rita and Mark Spencer passed the rest of that hot and sultry July night: screwing their brains out
II
It was three days later, in an extremely horny state, on a night as hot and humid and sticky as the evening when she lost her virginity to her brother, when left alone in the house with her father, that Rita Spencer slipped her smooth hips and supple tanned legs into a pair of white cotton shorts and pulled on a mauve tank top, and, wearing no bra, paraded back and forth on several miscellaneous missions, none of which had to do with the fact that she was showing off her luscious teenage body.
Finally, Mr. Spencer, a tolerant, if not patient man, folded his newspaper and asked Rita: "What the hell are you doing?"
She stopped short, in the center of the living room, and said: "I'm just cleaning up a bit, Daddy." She smiled and leaned down to pick up his shoes, and in so doing revealed for her father's viewing her hanging brown breasts. Her tank top fell forward and her nipples, caps, and luscious pillowy titties were in plain sight. She scooped up the shoes and put them close to the footrest where her father's feet rested. "Did you have a hard day today, Pop?" she asked her Mr. Spencer as she sat on the foot stool next to her father's crossed legs. She began rubbing his feet. She massaged his ankles and feet while Mr. Spencer lay back with his head against the sofa and his eyes closed enjoying the unexpected pleasure of his daughter's massaging hands. "Oh," he sighed, still conscious of the fact that he had thoroughly enjoyed the sight of his daughter's sweet smooth breasts, "It was just an average day."
Rita smiled and worked her way up her father's legs. "Does this feel good?" she asked, rubbing his calves and then making her way to his thighs. "If you spread your legs and put your feet on my thighs, I can get a better rubbing going?"
He did so, still with his head back and his eyes closed. Rita put herself on the stool with her father's feet on her smooth tanned legs. Her shorts rode up high enough around her otherwise nude hips to reveal just a glimpse of some few pubic hairs. She rubbed his legs, one hand for each, and gradually ended up at his thighs. "That feels very, very nice," said Mr. Spencer to his daughter. Still he had his eyes closed. He was considering his daughter's rub as a friendly, child-like gesture. But he couldn't forget the lovely sight of her boobs. He opened one eye and took a peek at her soft thighs and shapely calves. Then he closed his eyes again and pretended to be merely enjoying the tender and relaxing rub. Actually, however, her was developing a bulge in his trousers, a bulge that Rita was all too happy to observe.
"You have such strong legs," said Rita. She pulled his trousers up around his knees and worked her kneading fingers into her father's bare flesh. "There you go," she said. "Isn't that better?"
"Mmm," said Mr. Spencer. "Much."
"Why don't you stretch out?" said Rita. "Lay down on the couch and I'll give you an imitation Swedish massage." She smiled and without looking Mr. Spencer stretched out as per his daughter's sweet suggestion. She sat on the couch next to him, rubbing his legs from the side now, working up around his hips, careful, of course, for the time being anyhow, to avoid his crotch. It was, naturally though, the center of her attention. While she rubbed his belly, his chest, his shoulders, she looked only at the growing lump in his trousers. "Does this feel good on your muscles?" she asked her father.
He lay on his back with his eyes closed. "Very good," he told his pretty daughter. "Very good indeed." He took a quick look without letting her know that he was doing so, and saw her staring at his crotch muscle. It was undeniable, for both him and her, that he was developing an extremely long and stiff bone of meat. "You know," he said, closing his eyes once more, "some times I wonder about you and the men you see at school."
"What do you wonder about?" asked Rita Spencer, continuing to rub her father's belly and hips. "If I go out with them? You know I wouldn't do anything that you wouldn't do, Pop."
"Yes," he said, "that's what I wonder about." He smiled and waited for his daughter to make the next and obvious move. Sure enough, Rita reached her hands across to the narrowest portion of her father's hips and accidentally on purpose managed to caress his joint with her wrist and the underside of her arm. His big hog was hidden under his zipper and trousers, but the rub was just as gentle as had she used her tongue. "Oooh," sighed Mr. Spencer, wanting to encourage Rita in her obvious lusty desires, "that was nice."
She blushed crimosn. Her father could mean one of two things: the way she pressed against his hips, or, he could mean the way she grazed his joint. She knew that he meant the latter, but she was afraid to admit it. She continued to work the area around his crotch, and only on occasion, always by accident, she let her arm slide against his dick. "You know," she sighed, "I never really get a chance to tell you how I feel about you, Dad. It's kind of funny, but here I am almost out of high school and I sort of don't know you at all." Her arm was brushing constantly against what could only be his erect penis pushing at the trousers.
"Yes," said Mr. Spencer, "I know exactly what you mean." Now he opened his eyes and watched young Rita work her hands on his body. She was no longer afraid to touch him where she wanted to. He watched her rub at the space around his prick, at his crotch. Soon enough she arrived at the muscle itself. "Do you mind, Daddy," she asked, "if I touch you here?" She grabbed through the material at the cock.
"No," he said. "You. can touch me there if you want to."
She went rubbing up and down along the bulge. Her smooth light touch increased the sense of pleasure in Mr. Spencer's dick and balls. She worked the fabric around his penis and made sure to rub at the place that was probably his mushroom head. Then she slid one hand between his legs and attempted to get to his balls. She used her fingers to press at the material surrounding his nut nest. He must have been wearing underwear, she surmised, because she couldn't feel the individual nuts, just the sack and the presence of testicles. "Oh, my," she said, "you're getting awfully big there, Daddy." She wondered if her Swedish massage technique was still fooling him.
"Do you like to touch me there, darling?" asked Mr. Spencer of his daughter.
"Oh, Daddy," she swooned. She climbed up on his strong body and spread her supple thighs around one of his muscular legs. She rubbed her mound, hungry for humping, up and down along his leg. She pressed her chest against his and placed her mouth close to her father's face. She jammed his lips full of delicious wet tongue meat. Mr. Spencer gave his young daughter back some of his own mouth muscle, urged her to continue rubbing on his leg by using his hands on her buttocks, and they kissed madly. "Mmm," she hummed. "Oh, Daddy it's so nice."
She rubbed her soft belly and big titties against her father's body. She worked her hips up and down in his groin. Soon she had his muscle between her legs. She didn't know how, but even through his trousers his large penis was rubbing up against the place in her shorts where her cunt leaked juice. "God," she moaned, reaching down and unbuckling his belt, "I have to have that meat of yours in me, Daddy. You have to fuck me really hard. Please? I love it so much. I have to have it now." She reached down between his legs and undid his belt. She pulled it out of the loops and undid the snap holding his pants closed. She fumbled with and finally opened the zipper, pulling it down and entering his crotch with her hands in one easy move. She worked her fingers up and down around the bulge in his underwear. She could feel the strength and power of his muscle, even through the cotton briefs. Finally she pulled on the elastic of his underpants and took a first quick look at her father's huge erect muscle. "Ooooh, God!" she moaned. "It's so big!"
She worked her way down between his legs. She knelt and bowed down close to his naked joint. She worked his underwear and pants down around his knees and pressed the hog between her two hands. "What do you want me to do to you, Daddy? Just tell me." She didn't wait for his answer. She pulled off her tank top and placed one of her boobies on one side of her father's meat and one on the other side. She rubbed her chest, her big firm tanned slick mammaries, against the shaft of her father's strong pole. "Oooh, shit," she cried out, "I'm so horny for you, Pop."
Mr. Spencer smiled as his daughter continued to work on his cock. He'd often wondered what it would be like to screw his daughter. But he never dreamed that it could be so easy. Here she was rubbing her smooth chest along his big meat and he'd had to do nothing. He lay back with his big hairy legs spread with his smooth young daughter's body available for any sexual service he chose to request of her. "Nice," he told her. "You just keep up the good work and everything's going to be fine."
She rubbed her titties up and down along his nut nest. She placed her hands under the balls of his genitals and rubbed the bare testicles. Then she used her hands round his hips, under his buttocks. She pulled the cheeks open and stuffed the crack of his ass with one finger. She used her mouth to go down on the head of his balloon like mushroom meat. Before long she had wet down the pole, the base, the rim and the crown, the heady sensitive tip. Every portion of her father's hot hog was wet and juicy. She loved the size of the big muscle, and she especially liked the feel of it in her hot thick wet lips. "Daddy," she said, holding his jumbo flesh prong in her warm wet fist, "I love your meaty dick. It makes me so hot. I can't get over it." She leaned down and splayed her tongue across the hefty mushroom tip.
"Good," said her father who laid steady on his back, "that's very good, darling. You keep that up and you'll make your father very happy." He spread his loins so that young Rita Spencer could work out on his hog that much better, with that much more room. She bowed down low and spread her lips around his hog. She scooped as much of her father's hot wet joint into her mouth as she could possibly suck up. She used her lips to close the wet seal around his hot flesh stick. "Mmmm," she hummed, her tongue working around on the head which was inside her oral cavity. Her fingers rolled his buttocks and one digit played inside his anal tube. "Ahhhh," he gasped, "that's nice, little darlin'. Very, very nice."
She picked up her face off of his crotch muscle and let the big phallus flop down sideways against his leg. She asked him to turn over and he did. He showed her his big muscular hairy buttocks. "Oh, Daddy," she said, "I'm going to ream out that asshole of yours. I'm going to give you long tongue juice in that meaty little hole." She pressed her lips to his buns first, scattering kisses here and there all over the back of his body, all along his fleshy ass cheeks. She spread the muscular buttocks and gave herself a good inspection of his ass crack. She used one finger to draw a line down the crevice, and then she repeated the gesture, but instead of using her finger, she applied her narrow wet tongue to the ass slot. She landed, of course, with the tip of her wet, teenage tongue, inside his buttock hole. She speared his anus muscle with her mouth prong, filling his anal cavity with as much juicy mouth organ as she could cram into the space.
"Ooh, God," grunted her father. "That's good, kid. That's excellent." He rolled his hips and stuffed his anus into his daughter's willing open wet mouth hole. His buttocks were spread wide and his bung-hole was open and ready for more wet tongue meat. She was happy to give it to him, delighted with the opportunity as evidenced by her sucking and licking mouth muscle. "Mmmm," she hummed, slobbering in his asshole. "Don't you just love it?" She licked up and down the groove, making sure as she did, to cover every inch of buttock and butt crack with saliva. "Oooh, God," she moaned, "I just have to get more of that cock of yours, Daddy. Please let me have some more of that big beefy bone? In my face?"
Her father turned around. "Certainly, sweetheart. You just lay on top of me. You give me your pussy."
Young Rita Spencer didn't tell her father, but that was exactly the way that her brother liked it, too. She arranged herself-after quickly pulling her hot white shorts off of her smooth pelvis-and stuffed her mouth full of her father's long meaty dick. She crammed his mushroom head up between her thick wet lips and sucked on it like it was a popsicle. She rolled the head of the sensitive meat in her mouth cavity. She used her tongue to lick and suck the long shaft of the thick boner.
Simultaneously, Mr. Spencer began to eat her daughter's pussy hole. He spread the thick wet lips of her young cunt space. The sap producing orifice was thick with gush already. He applied his tongue to the long leaves of soft succulent flesh. Next he plunged his tongue fully into the hole. He found out and caressed her clitoris. The little piece of twat-penis stood up instantly. He curled his tongue around it, stroked the thing, and then even grabbed it between his lips and tugged on the clit meat. "Mm," he hummed down her flesh channel, "isn't that nice?"
She waved her hips up and down, a nod that indicated she loved his long mouth muscle filling the throat of her narrow pussy cavern. She swallowed with her cunt muscles, tried to make her fleshy tubular insides contract and flex around his long mouth flesh prong. She worked her open cunt lips up and down on his juicy mouth muscle. Her swaying hips, her rocking pelvis, her juicing interior were a delectable meal for her father's hungry waving tongue. "Ahhhh," she sighed on his dick, still in the classic sixty-nine position, "I love that tongue in my cunt hole. Rub hard, Daddy. Rub really hard on my clit meat"
Mr. Spencer was happy to comply with his daughter's sweet request. He poked at the erect clit prick and rubbed it time and again with his juicy tongue. The more he rubbed, the more he flicked the sweet little morsel of sex flesh, the more his daughter gushed profusely in his face. The more he rubbed with his spread fingers-wrapped deliciously around sweet Rita's buttocks-the more she wagged her fine rump in his hands. "Ahhhh," he creamed into her cunt hole, "you have what it takes, darling. A perfect little pussy space." He pulled her groin down from his mouth and attacked her asshole with his tongue.
"Oooh, God, Daddy!" she exclaimed. "That's fantastic!!" She waved her hips on his chest and waited for him to do more. Sure enough, she soon felt her father's tongue filling her asshole with the best feel she'd ever had. "Uuuuhh," she grunted, "it's so fucking damn good." She moaned and groaned and rolled her belly and her hips on his chest. Her buttocks were spread wide for the terrific plunging thrill of her father's hot wet tongue meat driving down deep in her asshole. "I love it," she gasped. "I love that tongue meat reaming out my asshole. Don't stop. Do it hard. Do it really fucking hard, Daddy. I love it."
She waved her hips on his mouth. Her pelvic hole, the cunt space, was getting a nice rubbing from one of her father's long bony digits. And her asshole was getting a good rub and squeeze and suck from his tongue and wet lips. She was getting higher and hotter and hornier, not to mention lustier, with every lick and stroke and thrust. "Ooooh, yes," she moaned, "do it to me harder!!" She rolled her hips up and down so that her father's tongue could drill, hammer her asshole with wetness. "Mmmmm," she hummed on his meat, "oh, God, yes!"
She took her father's prick in her hands. She wrapped her fingers around the base of the joint as though it were a flesh bat. She rubbed up and down, and then, when she'd applied her thick wet lips to the tip, she tugged around the mushroom crown. She stretched the meat in her mouth. She rubbed her tongue up and down the hot thick pulsing shaft. He wasn't coming, but he was throbbing anyhow. She liked to feel the thick meat bouncing in her face, deep in her oral cavity, sometimes in her throat. "Oh, Daddy," she moaned, taking the thick wet meat temporarily out of her oral cavity, "please fuck my cunt. Please stuff this hard bone in my pussy and make me gush all over you." She bleated and begged, moaned and groaned that she couldn't live another minute without his long hog screwing away inside her wet snatch.
A spoiled child, she soon had what she wanted. Mr. Spencer carried her from the living room sofa into his bed. He put her down on the king-sized bed and spread her out. "Wait just a minute, my sweet," he told her. He returned to the living room, taking off what remained of his clothes and locking the doors and pulling the shades. He didn't want his wife coming home, Mrs. Spencer, finding him in bed with their daughter. It just wouldn't help things if that were to happen. When he finally returned to the room he found his lovely daughter still gasping emotionally with her own finger stuffed up her pussy. Tin just keeping myself hot," she told him. "My clit, you know."
He smiled "Mum's the word, eh?" He smiled and waited to see if she knew what he meant. But she was so hot and bothered, so lusty, that there was no talking to her. She was sweating from lust and from the humid hot night. She was hot for his cock and she told him so. "Come on," she said, "I want that fuck-stick rod of yours. I want your meat, Daddy. You have to fuck me."
Mr. Spencer smiled. "You're just like your fucking mother. If it's not one thing, it's something else. Alright, take your fingers out of your pussy and "I'll fuck your brains out" He laid down on top of his daughter's sweet smooth body. Her flesh was as soft and tender and heated as could be. He smoothly entered her cunt hole with his thick flesh muscle. "Ooooh," she sighed, "It's so nice and big. I love it." She rolled her hips and tried to work her pelvic cunt hole up on his thick juicy meat. She figured if she could spread her labial lips around the base of his hog that the head of his joint would be fully inside the back of her sweet wet flesh nail."
She rubbed his buttocks with her fingers. She massaged the flesh loaves open and closed around his anus and on occasion she even stuffed her father's bunghole with a knuckle's worth of hot bony digit. "Mmmm," she hummed as he pressed and rubbed his hairy muscular chest against her titties, "I like that, too."
He leaned down into her breasts with his face. His tongue was out and driving her wild. He pressed it against her nipple. He rubbed the cap, the tip of the titty and he raced down to the base of the hot mounds of breast flesh. "You know," he said between strokes of his tongue to her hot titties, "you have the same kind of chest as your mother. Only fresher. Your mother's a few years older than you are, but she's still got good firm mammaries. But yours are fresh and young. I like the feel of them." With that little speech over, he returned to sucking his daughter's cherry nipple buds. They were wet, sloppy and upright. He pulled on them with his lips, licked them with his tongue, sucked them with his mouth. Then he nibbled and kissed here and there making sure that her chest was as feverish and lusty as the rest of her young supple flesh. "Mmmm," he hummed working his way up to her young mouth, "I'm gonna give you a real kiss, Rita. Something you'll remember your father for."
He pressed his long tongue down her throat He worked the tip of his extraordinary mouth muscle in and out of her face. Simultaneously and in a similar rhythm, he plunged his flesh prong deeply in her body. Her cunt swelled with the feel of his jumbo prick reaming and snaking her inside out. "Ahhh, shit," she grunted, grinding her pubic hole up and down on her father's bony meat shank. She used the joint like a tool and rubbed her slippery cunt hole with it. She worked her body into a furious sexual frenzy by rubbing the topside of her father's long hot meat against the ceiling-where her clitoris was-of her pussy hole. There was a steady flow of gush accompanying her wrap-around-muscle-action.
"Good," said Mr. Spencer. "Really fucking good. You keep that up and you'll have a swimming pool of jism in your little hole, darling. A swimming pool of hot semen in your hairy wet twat space."
"Oh, God," she said back, "I love hot juice. Are you really going to come in me, Daddy? You promise?"
"Oh yeah," he told Rita. "I'm gonna give you all the hot juice you ever wanted." He reared back, cocked his long steak, and shoved. He gave her all of his mushroom head in one powerful stroke. The thrust of his hips shot forward, pressed her buttocks flat, splayed her flesh across the bed. Her hands went spread eagle and her voice screeched in agony-ecstasy: "Oh, fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She wailed upwards and rolled her body into his crotch. She used her hands to hold onto the bed board behind her head. She grabbed it so tight that her knuckles turned white. "Fuck my cunt!" she hollered. "I love it!"
He started pulsing. It wasn't subtle. He jammed in her cunt with five quick short strokes. He gave her his jism. "Mmm," he hummed at the end. "You like that?"
"Yes," she said softly feeling the puddle of sticky pudding form in her rear canyon of cunt hole. 'That's amazing." She rolled and rocked on his still rigid but spent rod. "You came in me, Daddy. How nice." He pulled his meat, yanked it out of her labial lips and looked at the juice covered rod. "It's all wet," he told his daughter. "I want you to lick it off."
"Sure," she agreed. She climbed up with gush dripping from her cunt hole. She worked her way down into her father's lap and sucked up his long wet hog. She worked on the phallus with spread lips and a wet tongue. She caressed especially the head and after that she worked on the thick stem in order to clean it of excess juice. When she was done she swallowed hard. "How's that?" She held the meat up and admired her especially fine work. "Bright and shiny? Just like new?" She smiled.
"Just perfect," said Mr. Spencer taking a last lick of his daughter's big tanned titties. "Just the way your mother would have done it."
They both heard the car at the same time, and they both raced to the living room in order to remove the evidence of their incestuous sexual intercourse.
III
Neither Mark Spencer nor his mother, Mary, would have been too upset by the information about Rita and her father. In fact, they would have found it interesting if not amusing.
They had gone together in search of some clothes for Mark who, after summer vacation, would be heading for college. While they were in one of the Dover City shopping malls, in a big store, Mark called his mother into the dressing room and asked her if she would help him to decide if the particular pair of pants that he'd tried on really fit. She pulled at the belt and said she wasn't sure.
Mrs. Spencer, to backtrack just slightly, was not much older than thirty-three. She'd married extremely young, and at that, she was pregnant at the time, with Mark. She was still extremely well preserved, and the fact of the matter was that in some ways she was even more attractive than her young daughter. She had big titties, full and firm and shapely, like Rita's, but even more fabulous legs. They were ample in the right places, and they were slender in the right places, too. She was, to put it mildly, a great piece of ass. Add to all of this her years of fucking and the great skill that even trial and error would provide her with, and you can understand why her young son, the football player, found his mother not just a little attractive. She was a blond, too, like both of her children.
Anyhow, as she checked to see if Mark's pants fit him properly she noticed his bare muscular chest. She drew the dressing room curtain of the department store fitting area and smiled at him. "You're getting to be so big and strong, just like your father," she said. Then she ran her hands around the belt of the pants. "I think they fit alright, darling." She was about to leave, but she couldn't resist giving her son's bare shoulder a little stroke. "You know," she said, "you're my favorite son."
"Mom," said Mark with a slight blush, "I'm your only son."
"Oh, yes," she said. "Now hurry up and get dressed. I'm going to take you someplace." She smiled and left her son alone in the dressing room.
A few minutes later mother and son checked into a motel. "Is this the special place?" asked Mark as he followed his mother to the room they'd been assigned. "I don't get it."
"You will," she said softly in a sweet high-pitched voice. She opened the room numbered 13 and the twosome entered. "This is the room where your father and I first made love, darling. Isn't is nice? It was about eighteen years ago and the room hasn't changed a bit. Except of course for the linen," she added, pulling back the bedspread. "Close the door, Mark, and come here. I want you to know what your father and I went through."
Mark closed the door and came over to sit next to his mother. She had on a short skirt, stockings, a blouse and jacket, heels. She had her lovely silky hair stacked on top of her head. "I think it's time that I told you something, Mark," she began. "Ever since you went through puberty I've had some strange thoughts about you and I, and, well, now that you're going away to college, I'm not going to see much of you." Her hand drifted on his strong thigh while she spoke. She landed her fingers in her son's crotch saying to him: "The fact is that, if you're willing, I'd like you to put your penis in me.
Do you know what I mean? In me?"
Mark smiled at his mother's idea of his innocence.' "You wanna screw?" he asked. Few ideas had more appeal to young Mark. He loved fucking his sister, and his mother would be yet another feather in his cap. He'd always liked her supple flesh and her lovely skin, her smooth large titties, her neat clear eyes, her innocent ways. He wanted to fuck her, he had to admit, for a long time, "I would love it," he said. "It would be neat. Of course we couldn't tell anyone," , he said, "and that's too bad, but what the hell?" He started taking off his shirt
"I'll do that, darling," she told her son. Her nimble fingers attacked the buttons on his shirt. She got three of them undone before her slick hands went sliding on his bare chest, under the shirt. "Mmm," she said, "as muscular as your father, and twice as attractive." She rubbed his shoulders and he undid the rest of his shirt and slipped out of it "I like the feel of your chest, Mark," she told her son. "I like a big strong man."
Mark stretched out on the motel bed where his mother and father had conceived him some eighteen years before. He let his mother kiss his naked chest anyway she wanted to. He couldn't help but note a similarity in her style. She went about loving him the same way his sister had done a few nights before. Fortunately, the motel room was air-conditioned. It made the love-making between mother and son a very comfortable thing.
Mrs. Spencer, Mary, worked her hands up and down her son's smooth chest. Then she began kissing him, on the shoulders, on his belly around his rib cage. Finally, she licked his manly nipples and placed her tongue against his titty caps. "Yes, yes," she said, "I'm going to have a lot of fun with you, Mark." She landed her open mouth around her son's sucking lips. She dove into his mouth hole with her long narrow experienced tongue. She toured the inside of his face, swabbed his Frenching tongue, and kissed him passionately for some time. She used her legs to massage his thigh, and her skirt rode up around her hips. "Oooh, God," moaned Mark, "Mom, it's feeling so fucking good."
She smiled and kissed her son's ears. Until then he had merely lay back without using his hands. Now he took his mother's face in his hands and clamped her mouth back against his own. Her thick juicy lips surrounded his protuberant tongue. She sucked on his mouth muscle and dry humped him with her skirted mound. "Oooh, God, yes," she cried out. "We have to do it, Mark. We have to fuck each other."
She quickly stood up and took off her clothes. It took her a minute or two, she made the efficient moves to undress with her back to Mark. She was quite happy when she finally turned around to discover that her son had also undressed entirely. His long penis wedge flopped unsteadily in his groin. The thing was hard, fat, ready for fucking, but it was also somewhat pale. "What's the matter dear?" she asked. "You shouldn't be nervous. This is a night we'll remember forever."
She leaned down over his young body. Her slippery big titties rubbed against his cock while she kissed his young chest. "You're my son," she said, "and I'm very proud." She looked at his big meat when she said this. "I like that cock muscle," she told him. "It's as big as your father's. I hope you fuck me as good as he does." She went down on his joint. She spread her tongue around the head and licked the mushroom crown. Soon she was rolling the fat head between her thick wet lips. She had soaked the shaft with slippery greasy saliva in three long strokes. She had coated the balls with a quick kiss or two. But she concentrated on the head of the meat.
"Oh, God, Mom," said Mark. "That's so good!" He rolled his hips and his meat banged his mother in and out of her face hole. Her wet lips slid up and down as she swallowed and spit out his meat several times in a row. Her long deep throat muscles worked at massaging his prick. Her lips rubbed at the shaft and made it stiffer and harder. The juice running down along the flesh pole puddled in his testicles. "Ooh, shit, Mom," he said, "can I just come on your face once? Just really quick? And then we'll do it again?"
"Certainly," said Mrs. Spencer. "I'd love that." She pulled on his meat with her hands, jerked his long beef steak at her face. She aimed his pulsing hog and sure enough, a moment later, the first spurt of hot semen juice went splattering on Mark's mother's blushing face. The stuff dripped down her forehead and before it fell back on Mark's thigh another shot landed in her eyeball. She continued to tug on his meaty organ and the slimy wet pudding continued to shoot her in the face. Soon her entire left cheek, her nose and her lips dripped her son's hot come juice. "Oooh, yes," she moaned, blushing crimson, "I love that come." She licked it up with her tongue and rubbed it with her hands. Then she put her fingers back around her boy's cock and squeezed and milked out the last drop of baby juice. "Oh," she said, leaning down and tonguing the precious stuff into her swallowing throat like a dog licking up milk, "I just love come juice, Mark. You have no idea."
"Oh, God," said Mark, "I think I'm beginning to understand a little, though." He smiled and watched his naked mother stroking his big wet beef steak with her fabulous tongue action. "Keep it up," . he told her, "and I'll be ready to fuck you in a minute."
She slowed down a bit when she heard that. "I want you to take your time," she told him. "It's important that you fuck me," said Mark's mother, "but it's equally important that you enjoy yourself." She smiled and leaned her titties against his muscular leg. "You have such nice big thighs, Mark," she said. "Just like your Daddy." She kissed one portion of his upper leg while her mammoth boobs rubbed near to his knees. "Ahhh," she sighed, licking his crotch muscle and his pubic forest, "it's good to be with a hot young man, especially one with such a well-developed meaty penis like yours." She took the dick in both hands and squeezed it. "I'm gonna have some fun with this prick of yours, Mark. That's for sure." She looked up and smiled.
"Me, too," said Mark. "Me, too." He watched his mother continue in her fabulous wet licking action. She stroked up and down the length of his rigid penis. "Mmmm," she smacked her wet lips, "good." She rubbed her mouth muscle around the rim of the meaty head. She slopped up and down the underside of her son's joint. Finally, she spread her lips super wide and opened her great oral canyon throat. She filled herself with his long fat flesh sword. Mark watched his beef disappear between his mother's thick wet lips. "You do that better than anyone," he said. "Mom, you're the greatest! You're super fucking far out!!"
His mother climbed up along his smooth belly, up to his shoulders. She kissed his neck and his face. Then she spread her wet lips and placed her tongue way down Mark's young throat. She kissed him long and hard and he French kissed his mother back that way, too. "Mmm," she hummed, rubbing her hot wet cunt along his stiff flesh prong.
Even through he'd spent a first load of jism some few minutes before, Mark was getting hot again, lusty and ready for another fucking of some sort. Every time his mother's open canal rubbed along his joint, he felt like a million bucks. Her spread labial lips surrounded the sides of his leaning shaft. And the action of her rubbing, swinging hips erotically stimulated his joint up the ecstasy ladder. "Oh, God," he told her, "it feels so good."
He reached down and spread his mother's buttocks. He let one hand slide between the soft round cheeks of her fleshy ass. He rubbed his finger down into the entrance to her anus and pushed a little. "Not too hard, darling," she said. "Just go nice and easy." Mark rolled his finger while she rubbed with her cunt on his dick muscle. "Mmmm," she hummed, "I like that, my darling son. I like that a lot."
His mother's twat hole was leaking profusely around his stiff pecker. There was a fresh supply of gush just about everywhere. He could feel the ooze on his joint, between his legs, on his testicles. There was greasy ease juice flooding their crotches. "Mmm, good," said Mark. "Just right." His mother rubbed her cunt against his penis just the way he could enjoy it.
Suddenly she pulled her fresh titties off of his chest and said: "I want you to eat my asshole." She smiled and turned around, off of his body, her belly down. Her buttocks were spread open and ready for her teenage son's tender wet tongue meat. "Go on," she said. "Get in there and eat it right out. Give me a good reaming, Mark. Something I can enjoy." She rolled her hips and her buttocks flopped open for an excellent view on her sweet anus space. "Mmmm," hummed Mark, "you bet your life I'm gonna eat that out."
He leaned down and kissed his mother's trim buttocks. He rubbed his tongue up and down the slot and then spread his saliva around on the walls of the ass crease. Finally, he entered the space with his tongue and sloshed up and down, making sure to lick just about everything that was available. His mother rolled her buns back and forth, and Mark was sure to take advantage of this gyrating motion. He plunged his tongue into the tapered entrance of the shit tube itself, and there he drilled his Mom's rump with all the force his mouth could supply. When he'd finished pushing and penetrating on her sphincter, he sucked with his wet lips and made sure that the bunghole was clear and ready for a little ass fucking that he had in mind. "Mom," he said. "I'm gonna stuff it up your asshole, just for a minute, eh?"
She smiled to herself and said aloud: "You're just like your father used to be. A little of this, a little of that. Go ahead, Mark. You enjoy yourself." She reached back and cupped her buttocks so that her son would have only one thing to concentrate on: her asshole.
Mark lifted his weighty flesh prong and applied it to the sweet wet anus space. He used one hand to angle his rigid fuck-stick into place, the other to keep the hole in line with his dick. He lunged forward and in one hefty super-stroke the teenager managed to fill his mother's asshole with a good sized rigid beef steak.
"Oooh, Keerist!" she grunted, humping forward to avoid the terrific power of his long machine. "That's really big, darling. You have to go easy." Mark let up a little, but most of the damage had been done. His meat was deeply inserted inside his mother's tight anal track. He had forced his jumbo cock down the narrow cylinder of muscle, had filled her up fully, all the way to the cheeks, with hot hog meat. "You like it?" he asked. "I don't mind it," she replied. "Just be careful." His cock and balls were fully against her fanny. There was no room to move or rub.
He reached under his mother's chest and cupped her titties in his palms. He rubbed against the nipples and hefty caps first, and then he slid his fingers around her big pillowy boobs and rubbed them with his kneading fingers. He massaged his mother's chest while his long juicy joint took care of business in her asshole. "Oh, yeah," he whispered in her ear, "this is more like it." She rocked her hips and her asshole crotch worked on his tube of fuck-stick. Lots of tight squeezing muscles worked away on his mighty shaft. "Mmmm," hummed her son, continuing to roll her titties in his palms, "Mom, you sure are a good screw."
Mrs. Spencer blushed. She loved the friendly spirit her son imparted to her while screwing her rear end. He really was a gentle young boy with a good hard penis, and she liked him in an other than motherly way-quite obviously. She liked to hear his soft whispers in her ear while his penis rode in and out of the entrance to her rump:
"Mom," he said from time to time, "I love your asshole. It's so sweet and smooth and strong." Other times, when he was on top of her pussy, he would say: "It's so hairy and wet a cunt. I just can't get over it, Mom. It's so thick and sweet." Once, in the middle of penetration in her mouth, he said: "Your lips are the thickest wettest prettiest lips I ever wanted to have around my joint."
She thought this was the kind of romantic talk that made her son very special. So she rolled her butt end and made sure that her loving son got the best fucking up an asshole that he would ever get. She wanted him to be sure and remember, whether he was at college, or married, or just out selling papers on the street-whatever he ended up doing-that he could always come to his mother for a good hot fuck. She smiled and told him something to that effect. Mark then extracted his shit juiced meat out from his mother's anus track. "Mom," he said, "will you lick it off now?"
"Of course, darling," said Mrs. Spencer. "Let me get on my knees, over here-" She climbed down off the bed and knelt on the floor. Her pillowy titties went bouncing as she crawled into position, "-and you sit on the edge of the bed like this-" She took his legs and put one each around her face and rested the backs of his legs on her shoulders, "-and I'll just give you a nice sucking." She spread her smooth hands on the tops of his thighs and pulled herself in close to his crotch muscle.
"Nice," said Mark, watching his mother's thick wet lips curl around the head of his mushroom beef steak. "That's the way to do it, Mom. That's really nice." She stroked his hips and the flat of his smooth pelvis while she worked her mouth around on the head of his wet rigid penis. The flesh prong disappeared into her face.
"Ahhhhh," sighed Mark, "I love it, Mom. I really do get off this way." His mother's hands worked down around his balls and propped his meaty dick further into her face. "Jesus!" cried out Mark. "That's fucking terrific!" He watched his joint get sucked off by his loving mother. "You do that so well, Mom. I don't fucking believe it."
Mrs. Spencer took her son's hog in her warm tender fist and held it out of her humidor mouth and looked at it. "It's awfully wet and juicy," she told Mark. "I like it like that." She smiled and stroked up the topside of his long penis until she landed her tongue in his pubic forest. She licked the hairy wet space around the root of her son's hog, and then she held the shiny flesh pole up in the air and licked the underside. Finally, she let it flop down and used just her hands to rub it. Meanwhile, she scattered small kisses up and down his loins and on his knees. "Mmmm," she hummed, kissing him here and there, "you're such a good young man, Mark. So nice to your mother." She kissed him everywhere and then crammed his wet joint back in her mouth again. "Mmmmm," she hummed and this sound sent little vibrations up and down her boy's cock. She shook him to the very sexual roots of his being, using her fingers to do his balls as she sucked on the head of his cock with her wet tongue and lips.
"Oh, yeah," said Mark, taking his legs off his Mom's shoulders. He grabbed her by the head and pulled her up along his body. She climbed up onto the bed, leaving his cock behind, and rubbed her legs between his thighs. She landed with her wet bush stroking smoothly along his hot joint. Her silky wet pubic hair caressed his hot flesh fuck-stick. "Uuuuhhh," he grunted, "I want you to eat me out in the asshole."
"Certainly," said his mother. "Why don't you sit on my face, son? That way you'll be able to get the best feel possible from my tongue stuffed up your anus." She smiled and lay back so that Mark could sit on her mouth. He crouched over his mother's smile and leaned his anus down to her wet willing protuberant tongue. "A little further," she said. "Come down just a little further."
He lowered his butt toward her face. His anus touched on her lips and his Mom's tongue went touring his asshole. She stuffed him full of hot tongue meat, rubbed around and caressed the inside of his shit tube. "Oooh, yeah," grunted Mark. "That's the fucking way to do it." He rubbed his rear end back and forth between his mother's thick wet lips. "I love that tongue cleaning out my asshole. Can you taste the shit?"
"I don't think so," said his mother. "I don't want to either. So don't go farting in your mother's face or anything like that, now, eh?" She smiled and continued to lick her son's buttocks and bunghole. Soon she knew that his meat was about as hard as it would ever be. "I think it's time," she told Mark, pushing him off her face, "for a little bit of the real screwing."
"Yeah, Mom," said Mark Spencer. "You bet." He smiled and watched his mother prepare herself. She spread her long tanned body out on the bed. She pushed her thighs apart. Her sweet long loins, ample near the hips, smooth and slick near the knees, were wide open. They were tanned and supple. Her beaver, wet and dark, even though she herself was a blond, was silky wet. There was the slightest indication of a line of ooze leaking from between the hot labial lips. Above her hips were wide and full. There was plenty of space to make a long smooth landing. Her stomach was not fat and plentiful as it is on some women her age. Rather, Mrs. Spencer's belly was tanned dark, and it was slick and lean. Her titties were the fullest part of her body, large pillowy chest organs just the sight of which made Mark hot for his mother's body. Her face was smiling angelically as she said to him, pulling back a lock of her silky blond hair, "Come on, honey, my lovely son, fuck me!"
He climbed up between his mother's long legs and rested his body down onto hers. She reached between her legs, between his belly and hers, and located his strong sex machine. She took the nail between two fingers and rubbed the heated head against her open wet twat lips. Then she pushed on the shaft with one hand, and with the other pushed on her son's firm rump.
Mark's long wet rigid flesh pole went sailing up his mother's greasy wet channel. His chest flattened out against her soft brown pillowy boobs. "Oh, Mom," he moaned, and then he filled her face with his wet tongue muscle. She kissed him back, long and hard, eating everything his face had to offer. She freed her hand from between their bodies, from where she'd guided him home into her vagina, and she used both sets of her long fingers to massage and knead the flesh of his ass. "Mm mmm," he hummed, kissing her more.
"Oooh," she cried, breaking away from his mouth, "I'm so hot, son. Fuck me hard. Rub it in good. Screw me down tight."
Mark was happy to provide his mother with just about anything she wanted. He hammered his long stiff flesh muscle in and out of her cunt hole. He worked up a steady rhythm inside her pussy and before she knew it, he had her gushing a mile a minute. "Ooh, yes," she moaned, "fuck me hard, son. Fuck me good and hard. She reached back down between their two bodies and wrapped his joint with her fingers and palm. She pulled and tugged on his muscle, rubbed the head into her clitoris. She aimed his every stroke so that she would have her wet pussy puddle filled with his meaty penis just the way she liked it. "That's the way," she said, taking her hand out, "that's the way."
"Oh, God," grunted Mark. "This is so fucking good, Mom. I love screwing you, Mother. There's never been a piece of ass that's better." He rubbed his hot wet hog in and out of his mother's vagina. "I love it," he murmured and then he pulled his joint all the way out.
"What's the matter, darling?" she asked. Her son lay off her body and on his back, his big stiff joint wet with his mother's hot juice. "I just want to take a little break," he said softly. "I want to last for a long time and if I kept going now, I'd be juicing in a minute. I want it to be good for you."
She smiled and stroked his stiff penis. "Come back in," she said, "when you're ready."
A moment later he was ready. He mounted her swiftly and swiveled his hips into position. One long penetrating thrust filled his mother's vaginal cavity with all the meat she could possibly use. She jerked her hips up and down along his rubbery joint. She could feel the mushroom head, fully expanded like a heated branding iron, ready to fire, and each and every stroke caressed her clitoris, making her equally ready. "I'm going to come in a minute," she gasped to her son. "I'm gonna come all over your big tough steak, Mark. Will you love your Mother forever?"
He slammed his meat down harder into his mother's squeezing, milking pussy muscles. A moment later she was gushing with climax juice all over his hard rod of flesh. She rolled her hips and her clit twitched. His big hard meat swabbed the inside of her slippery maternal pussy flesh. His joint caressed each and every crease in her body's front hole. He used his fingers to rub her titties for a while, too. Then he went back of her body, to her buttocks, and there , with his palms cupped around his mother's soft ass cheeks, he rubbed her further along through her orgasm. "Oooh, shit," she moaned, "I love you, son. I love the way you fuck me. It's delicious." She opened her mouth wide and pressed her lips to his open face. She gave him all of her tongue while he gave her his jackhammer TNT meat stick in her hot wet cunt hole.
Then he exploded. "Oh, God, yes!" screamed his mother. "That's the way, Mark. That's the way to make Mommy feel good." She rolled her hips and absorbed the come like an injection. The flesh prong spurted hot juice for a good number of powerful strokes. Every thrust and squirt of semen juice sent Mrs. Spencer higher and higher into erotic oblivion. "I love it! Shit fuck piss fuck me shit ass fuck me fuck!" She wailed inarticulately. "Ooooooh!"
Mark pulled his spent hog out of his mother's gushing hole. Everything in the vicinity of her live beaver had the feel of grease to it. Everything was slippery and smelled musky and wet. There was clit juice spread out along Mark's stiff spent penis, along his legs, around his balls-everywhere. He lay back exhausted and tremendously gratified. "Oh, yeah, Mom," he cooed softly. "I like that."
His mother came up between his legs and bowed down to his rubbery wet joint. She stuffed the head in her face and used her lips to suck him clean. Soon she'd licked his joint free of juice. He was sparkling clean, and his meaty flesh prong shined. "Thanks, Mom," said Mark. "That's really nice."
They drove home from the motel in excellent spirits, telling each other about all the wonderful times they were going to be having fucking each other, sucking and eating each other's bodies. "You know, Mom," said Mark, "I think this is going to be the beginning of a long friendship."
And that's when they arrived home, just after Mark's sister and his father were getting rid of the evidence of what they'd been doing, which, as we now know, was not so different from what Mark and his Mom had been up to: sucking and fucking.
IV
The next day Mark and Rita Spencer woke up late in the morning. Rita cooked breakfast for her brother, and both brother and sister were happy to discover that their parents were no where to be found. It was Mark who made the first move. His sister was wearing a loose robe with a slit in the front. Every time she swept by him, to get coffee of milk or sugar, or to serve the eggs, Mark had a good long view on Rita's fine shapely legs. Then the robe would sweep closed and the lovely sight of flesh would disappear. Finally, as his sister went by him one last time, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled him down in his lap. He was wearing only shorts.
"Oh, Mark," she moaned, "not now. It's morning." But her brother slipped his hands under the lapels of the robe and pulled the thing open. Rita Spencer's titties swelled instantly. Their long tanned shapes took on an immediate chill, and the big brown nipples and cherry tips brightened with passion. "Please," she begged falsely, "please ... not now."
Mark swallowed up one whole titty. He rubbed the nipple from side to side. He caressed the hot points with his tongue. Finally, rubbing his mouth muscle up and down along his sister's smooth chest, he told her: "I'm going to screw you royal, sis. I'm gonna give you my hot hog just the way you like it." He picked her off his lap by the hips and swung her around facing the other way. She straddled his thigh with her robe undone and her legs spread around his muscular upper leg. She could feel, even through his underwear, his big joint rubbing at her spine. He reached both hands around to the front of her body, one for her titties, the other for her cunt hole.
"Here's the beginning, sis," he said, sliding a finger softly up and down the slit in her vagina. He spread the labial lips. They were wet and juicy, and his finger easily penetrated into the flesh canyon. He worked in and out to make sure that the interior cave got a good long probe. Then he pulled out his juice covered digit and applied the tip to his sister's left nipple. He rubbed with his finger along her mushroom colored cap, one wet finger for one titty, one dry finger for the other. "Mmmm," she hummed "I like that, honey. That's nice. Really good."
"See," said Mark, continuing to rub his sister's breasts, "and just a minute ago you were saying no."
"I was saying no," said Rita Spencer, slipping out of her robe, "because I was worried about Mom and Dad coming home." She stood naked in front of her brother. Her long svelte legs, her smooth pendular titties, her silky blond hair all inspired Mark with a gush of erotic energy, beginning in his balls, taking shape in his meaty penis. "Sit down," he said. "Bring that wonderful ass of yours over here." He was staring at her sweet wet twat hole. "Sit down," he repeated himself.
His sister straddled his leg. She sat down nude, facing him, her big titties in exactly the right position for licking. Mark leaned his head between the two mammary glands and rubbed his tongue against the larger of them. "Mmmm," he hummed, slopping his saliva and his mouth muscle everywhere along the smooth tanned flesh. "So supple," he sighed. "So soft. So slick. I love it." He capped off the nipple between his lips and tugged.
"Oh, God," gasped his sister, taking her head between her hands. She clamped her legs together around his thigh and pressed her beaver back and forth along his leg. "I love it, Mark. I love it." She rolled his head between her big pillowy titties. Then she took her hands away from his licking face and reached down to his cotton underwear. She stroked the bulge hidden by the briefs. His meat was getting larger and fatter while he licked her titties.
"Get up, sis," he said. "I wanna let you get a feel of the whole thing." She spread her legs and stood up, her beaver leaking, her nipples upright and erect. Her brother stood up and pulled off his drawers. "Oooh, my God," she said, hardly able to contain her joy. "Look at that bone!!" She knelt down in front of his hog and sucked it up between her thick lips. "Oh, yes," she sighed between strokes at his beef, "I love it." She rubbed her tongue up and down the thick meaty shank of the beef steak. She rolled the mushroom cap between her wet lips and tongue. She used the tip of her tongue and stroked the underside of his joint until it was coated with slick, lubricating saliva. She made sure the entire flesh pole was wet and slippery. "God fucking damn," grunted her brother, "look at you go, sis! You're terrific!"
Indeed, his sister's mouth action was excellent. His meat was banging in and out of young Rita Spencer's face. It slipped and slid in and out of her sweet young oral cavity. She used her lips to suck, her tongue to lick, her hands to caress, and she coated his entire genitals with delicate oral massage action. "I love to suck you off," she told her brother, holding his hog in one hand and rubbing the head against the cheek of her face. "I love to suck it." She inspected the shiny meat. It glistened in the morning light of the kitchen. She looked at the thick ridge on the underside of the meat. "Oh, there's a place," she said, "that I missed," and quickly, efficiently, she lapped the dry spot on the underside of her brother's hot wet hog. "There," she said, finishing off that final stroke, "how's that?"
'The best ever," said Mark.
"What now?" asked Rita. She had a big lecherous smile on her face. Her lips were wet and shiny. She was ready to do any and all sexual acts that her brother might request of her and enjoy. "Where do you want me to lick now?"
He didn't say anything. He just turned around and bent over. He lifted his finger and pointed to his narrow ass crease. Rita laughed to herself and ducked her head between his buttocks. In one long stroke she coated the inside of his ass crack. She brushed her saliva-wet tongue meat up and down between his ass cheeks. She licked and sucked and reamed the hot space. Finally, she went down on one buttock with her mouth open and just sucked that small space. She even left a small hickey, a heart-shaped little red mark on the ass globe. "Mmmm," she smacked her lips, "what a juicy butt you have, Mark. I love to eat it." She pulled his ass cheeks open wide. She looked down the narrow butt crotch. "I'm gonna get your anus, now, Mark," she told him. "Get ready."
Mark was plenty ready. He couldn't wait for his sister's delectable tongue to rub down the interior of his shit hole. He helped her by holding his ass crotch wide open. "Go on," he said. "Go ahead and lick."
Rita pressed her tongue to the inside of Mark's asshole. She used her tongue to drill the space, to fill it with hot wet saliva, to penetrate his sphincter muscle. The long tube was soon full of tongue muscle. Mark rolled his hips and Rita held on to the sides of his legs. She worked her tongue in and out of the ream space, filling it and emptying it, filling it again. "Mmmm," she hummed, "you're a really nice person to lick out, Mark. I like reaming you." She continued eating out his bunghole with all the passion her body could supply. Up and down went her tongue, in and out of the shit tube, until finally everything was so wet and dripping that Mark cried out: "Oh, God! Stop Rita. Stop!!"
He turned around and fell to his knees across from his sister. He pulled her luscious wet lips close to his mouth and filled her face with his long mouth muscle. He Frenched her face as long and passionately as she had stuffed her tongue up his asshole. He pushed her down on the kitchen floor and rubbed his meat against her smooth thigh while he worked his tongue in and out of her mouth. She sucked back as hard and as long as he wanted it that way. He used his hands to roll her pillowy titties. He kneaded and massaged the soft breast flesh, the delectable nipples, the fine cherry red points. He felt her head begin to flow, her juice leak from her cunt, and his cock neared the site of her vagina.
"Oh, please," she said, hotter and more feverish than ever, "stick it up my pussy hole. Put it inside me.
Mark slid back a little, down between his sister's supple and comely legs. He worked her hips with his hands and rubbed her groin, too. He fondled the soft space between the lips of her vagina, and soon he was working a finger up against her hot clitoris. Before long the slender little piece of interior hair pie was erect and twitching. He rubbed it sever.-; times in a row with his long middle digit. He had her hips rolling and rocking with delight and building toward ecstasy. He jammed his cock hard against the side of her mound, pulled his finger out of her wet juicing twat, and then filled the gush space with hot beef steak.
"Uuuuhh ... ahhhhhh ... oooooh, Mark," she gasped."Please..."
He smiled and pressed his tongue into her throat His sister spread her lovely tanned limbs and wrapped them up around his shoulders. She was on her spine with his hefty sex muscle rubbing in her wet cunt hole. He penetrated down deep so that his mushroom-headed cock-stick jammed in her back pussy canyon. She was all wet flesh, his sister was, and the inside of her body was hot and moist, anxious to suck on his joint. He rubbed steadily back and forth, the topside of his meaty rod bending against her wet and slippery and twitching clitoris.
"Mmmm, gooooood!" gasped Rita. "Very nice." She rolled her pelvis around and around on her brother's hot joint. She worked her body up and down on the stick. She dropped her legs, from around his shoulders and pushed upwards with her mound. This was she was able to spread her slippery cunt lips around the root of his hog. She climbed upwards on the trunk and her pelvis went flat, the wet pubic hairs of her vagina rubbing along his own moist pubic forest.
'That's nice," he said, referring to her gyrating flesh. "That's good screwing, baby. Just keep that up." He took both hands and applied them to the back of her butt. He squeezed and kneaded the flesh of her ass, rubbed his finger up and down along the slot in her moon.
"Oooh," she begged, "don't stop. Don't fucking stop."
He jammed one long digit up the tight tube. "You want me to fuck your asshole?" he asked his sister Rita.
"I don't know," she moaned. "Maybe just a little."
They took the new position, Mark extracting his long wet hog from his sister's revolving stimulated pussy, Rita turning over quickly so that he could jam his pecker down her willing asshole tube. He shoved hard and fast. One super stroke, loaded with power and thrust, filled Rita's soft asshole muscle with fresh beef steak.
"Shit me around!" she exclaimed. "That thing's fucking large!!"
"Yeah," he said, "and your asshole is nice and tight. A perfect fit." He rubbed deep in her anal cavity, shoving his long steady punch stick into her body. She rolled her hips and squeezed her tubular shithole muscle around and around on his joint. She could feel the hefty meat expanding in her anal cavity. His dick was fully sprung and strong as a piece of iron rod. He rubbed down deeper than ever before, so far into her that she thought the rigid flesh rod would come out of her face.
"Oooh, Keee-fucking-rist!" she moaned. "That's fucking big!!" She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart so that there might be a bit more room there for her brother's cock. But no matter what she did and no matter how she wailed seeking comfort, the plentiful penis flesh continued to plunge and irritate her tight asshole. "Take it out," she moaned. "It's too big."
He pulled back slightly, just to within the confines of the entrance, but he didn't pull out all together. He liked the feel of her tight anus muscle flexing around his hot joint. Everything was wet and strong, there, and he had no intention of giving up the feel of it any sooner than necessary. "Come on, sis," he said, "move it a little."
She rolled her hips and gave her brother the tremendous pleasure of a quick flex on his muscle. Her asshole was sore, though, and she could only take a little more of such rubbing. "Why don't you fuck my cunt?" she suggested. "I'm tired of it in my rump." She lay flat and limp. He reached around and grabbed at her box. He located her quim's clit and rubbed it up tight. The little flesh button went erect again and longer than usual. "Oh, fuck," she grunted, "that's nice."
She reached one hand down and rubbed her brother's finger in and out of her twat space. She went up onto her hands and knees so that he could get a better action going in her sap producing hole. The gush began to flow again, giving both brother and sister an especially fine sexual rubbing. "I like that," moaned Rita. "I like it with your finger on my clitoris."
Then, finally, Mark pulled his long joint out of his sister's anus. He extracted the muscle with one long yank. "Uuuuuh," she grunted, "that's something else!"
"Yeah," said Mark, looking at the runny juice on his pole. "You better suck all this shit off before I fuck your cunt again."
She turned around and took to licking his meat. She spread her tongue up and down the meaty muscle. She rubbed her licking mouth muscle into the base of his joint and used her fingers to play with his testicles. "Why don't you lay down?" she said. "I'll get on top of you."
Mark spread out as per his sister's request. She was about to climb onto his strong young body, but then he said, getting up, "Let's use the bedroom. The floor's too fucking hard."
They made their way to the bedroom, leaving underwear and bathrobe on the kitchen floor. In their bedroom, in his sister's bed, Mark took Rita and spread her tanned legs. He climbed onto her body with his cock hanging in her face, in her spread lips, and his mouth down in her wet hairy beaver. He opened up her cunt lips and jammed her full of tongue meat. Before she could even think about licking the head of his meat, he'd slammed his crotch muscle into her face and had begun banging her mouth. His long sexual organ penetrated into her throat. She'd have gagged, had she thought about what was happening, but the meat filled her face too quickly. Her sucking lips went right to work sealing up the slippery wet penis flesh.
"Ahhh, good," said Mark, sticking his tongue deep in her sister's cunt. He loved the taste of hot gush, and his sister's clit juice was especially sweet. After all, she was only sixteen. He rubbed his long tongue muscle in and out of the hairy wet hole. He coated the lips of her vagina with long strokes, and he used short, poking licks from his tongue on her clitoris. Soon she was rocking and rolling in his face.
"I want this muscle," she told him, holding his joint out of her face, "in my cunt. Put it in me, Mark. Fuck me with it."
Mark was obligated to help out his sister. He pulled his body around and landed his joint in her pussy. He pressed his mouth muscle down her throat, and he rubbed his rubbery wet phallus in and out of her pussy slot. "Mmmm, yes," she creamed, "that's the way. I love it like that."
He screwed her down to the bed. Her legs automatically spread and lifted. Her feet dangled above the back of his body. His long joint filled her sweet cunt hole. "It's good," she said, rolling her hips. "It's really fucking good." She reached down and under and pressed her fingers against his balls. Her brother was screwing her just the way she loved it. His meat was way down deep inside her body. He stroked her perfectly, in and out in a sliding motion that she could only love. There was a slopping noise because of the terrific amount of greasy wet flesh involved. His pecker went rubbing in the sweet lubricant and hot sex flesh. "Oooh, yeah," she grunted, rubbing her cunt up and down the trunk of his organ, "that's so fucking nice."
He felt long delicious muscles roll around on the shaft of his meat. He felt her long pussy chamber begin to sweat sweet ooze. He could feel her supple flesh getting to chill with orgasmic delight. She shivered as his terrific powerhouse rod jammed up and down in her hot oozing hole.
Perhaps it was because Rita was young, or perhaps it was because she was such a fine piece of ass, but her brother was enjoying every minute of her hot flesh, every stroke inside her cunt chamber. Each shot down the tunnel of love gave him terrific pleasure. He could feel her pulsing begin to mount, to accelerate into an uncalculated and natural rhythm. She was orgasmic with his fresh rigid flesh rod inside her bodily tube.
"Ahhhhh," she groaned, "there it is. That's the fuck. Oooooh, yes!" He pumped her hard, then, and gave her all the fucking she could possibly need in order to get off. She rolled around, up and down and back and forth, taking in all of the hot muscle he had to give her. "I love it," she moaned, closing her eyes and suddenly going limp. "It was good."
She'd spent her climax. She was done. Mark, however, had not yet come. "Hey," he said, "you're finished?"
"I'm tired," she told her brother. "Can you wait a minute?"
He smiled. "Why don't you just suck me off?" "Sure," she said. She waited for him to arrange himself in her face. She could barely move. She was gasping for breath to catch up with her post-orgasmic tired body. Mark came up to her face and stuffed his joint down her open lips. He gave her all of his hot hog at once. She wrapped her wet young lips around the shaft and pulled. A few strokes later her face filled with his hot semen juice. She swallowed quickly and not one drop of his spouting come escaped her face. She got it all down into her belly.
Mark pulled his rubbery spent meat out of his sister's licking mouth. She continued to work on his joint, however, rubbing with her tongue, making sure that there was no juice left over. She caressed the base of his thick shaft and even licked his scrotum. "There," she said, laying back, "wasn't that just terrific?"
"You're telling me," said her brother. "I loved it. Every lick of it, every suck. You're the best, sis. Better than any other pussy or mouth I ever fucked." He smiled and lay back to rest for a while.
After a minute or two Rita asked her brother: "Who was the first girl you ever fucked?" She stroked his penis to insure the possibility of a good answer. She didn't want her brother to lie to her. She wanted to know who he had balled before her. She was acting not like a sister but like a typical woman. 'Tell me about it, Mark," she said. "I want to know who you first screwed and how it was for you." She continued to roll his wet penis between her fingers.
"Well," he said, "let's see." He placed one hand on his sister's smooth tanned thigh and stroked it lightly while he tried to think back. "There was this really fine little girl in tenth grade. Her name was Claire. She was the first one. She had the best legs I'd ever seen, and her flesh was as pink as a plastic baby doll's skin. She used to giggle and laugh about just about anything, and I liked that. She had neat brown eyes and a pixie haircut. She was sweet kid. I liked fucking her. That was my first time."
"Was it easy?" asked his sister, continuing to roll his hog between her fingers.
"Easy? What do you mean, 'easy'?"
"I mean did you have trouble getting it in her or anything?" She smiled waiting for her brother to answer as she played with his firming joint.
"Oh, yeah, I see. No, it was hard. I mean it was difficult. It took a year to get her to do it and then I didn't even get my cock all the way inside her. I came in her bush. But the next time was nice. Really nice. She had a nice soft tube. I liked that. It was all hot and wet. But you know what?"
"What?" asked Rita. "You didn't like her after that?"
"Oh, no," said Mark. "I liked her a lot after that. But we just couldn't get a good place to do it." "Where'd you fuck her the first time?" asked his sister.
"In the car. You remember that old station wagon? Dad used to let me take that car out and I fucked Claire in that thing. In the front seat. On a hill. It was a sloppy mess. I ended up with my hand on the horn just after we did it, and the neighbors came out and saw the windshield all fogged up. and there was Claire and I all wet and hot and fucked. What a mess."
"But she had nice legs, eh?" asked Mark's sister. "Nicer than mine?"
"Impossible," said Mark. He stroked his sister's loins. "You have the nicest legs possible. They're so soft."
"What about my tits?"
"Those are the biggest in the world," said Mark. "I love big titties." He rolled over on top of his sister's heated blushing body. He slapped his tongue against one nipple and playfully rubbed it. "Mmmm," he smacked his lips afterwards, "that's such a nice little nipple. I like that." He tweaked the hot titty tip with two fingers. "You like it when I do that?" he asked his sister.
"It tickles," she said, "but when we're really hot, it's super." She smiled and reached down between his legs. There she found his fully erect joint. The meat was tough as steel and ready to be used. She took it by the shaft and jammed the head between her open twat lips. She pressed the heart-shaped mushroom tip against the ceiling of her cunt hole where her clit awaited the feel of her brother's magic wand. "Come on," she moaned into his ear, "fuck me again."
He jammed his long meat, and in one tight stroke took on her whole twat. The flesh lips separated and grabbed up at the root of his penetrating muscle. The insides of her flesh cave grabbed like a sphincter muscle and gripped on his rod. "I want to fuck you the way Claire did," she purred. "Good and hard." He continued, ignoring her obvious lusty and jealous behavior, and rammed his meat down into her spine. "Uuuuuhh," she grunted, "that's so fucking good." He rolled his long hard dick flesh in her cunt hole. The gush from her previous orgasm lubricated and made everything slimy, greasy, wet. He slopped in and out of the hole, screwing her hard and fast. His bounce on her belly made her wail with delight, and the pressure of his meaty organ filling her up, screwing her down to the bed, made her screech with obscenities: "Fuck me hard, Mark. Fuck me like you fucked her, really hard. Fuck me up the twat. I love it. I always wanted to fuck you, even though you're my brother. I really did." She draped her hands around the back of his butt and pulled his ass down close between her legs. His streaming flesh pressed deep in her body. "Ahhhhh," she sighed, "that's good and hard. Really good and wet and hard."
He began to pulse. A second later the feel of her clit rubbing against the head of his meat, and the feel of her interior flesh grabbing around the shaft of his rock-hard phallus combined together to make him squirt out another load of hot pudding. Way down deep went the come, filling her up, puddling in the back chamber of her cunt space.
"Oooh, God," moaned his sister, "I love your juice inside me." She rocked her hips and scooped off as much of his throbbing pecker as he was willing to leave inside her. She jammed all around the fresh juice and spilled some of her own hot gush into the stew. "Yeah," she sighed. "This is the way to fuck."
Both their bodies were wet and slippery, sweaty with passion. Mark hammered away inside his sister's wet crotch hole and before long he was finished juicing inside her body. She smiled with ecstasy and he pulled his long penis, dripping wet, out of her tube. "Look at that, sis," he said, "it's all juicy."
She smiled and spread her mouth wide for the licking she knew he would enjoy as part of their post-orgasmic bliss. She wrapped her tongue around his hog and licked him clean. She sucked up the head with her lips and her mouth and cleaned his perfectly righteous cock machine. She sucked up his scrotal sack, too, making sure to kiss and clean the hot nut nest in the same fastidious manner in which she'd done his beef steak. Then she lay back.
They both heard their parents' car at the same time. They made a mad dash for clothes and bedding, putting themselves and their bedroom back together. As Mr. and Mrs. Spencer came walking up the driveway, Mark was sitting on his bed reading, and his sister was relaxing with a bottle of nail polish. Nothing could be more natural. While Rita painted her toe nails, Mark pretended to read.
"Something's wrong," he said suddenly. "We forgot something."
"What?" she asked, continuing to paint her nails. "What could we have forgotten? I sucked you, you ate me, we fucked a couple of times. What could we have possibly forgotten?"
"No, dummy," he said. "We forgot to clean up something. I can feel it."
Their parents were nearing the front porch. "I don't know what it is," said Mark, "but if I don't think quick, you better start praying." He went over in his mind everything that he and his sister had done in the way of sex since the beginning of the morning. Then he realized.
He jumped out of bed and made a mad dash for the kitchen. There on the floor was the evidence of his incest with his sister: his underwear and her robe. It would have been perfectly obvious to his parents and to any even casual observer that a man and a woman had undressed there. He scooped the clothing off the floor and dashed out of the kitchen just as the front door opened. "I wonder where the kids are?" Mark heard his father say. "Did you tell them we were going out?"
Mark was back in his bedroom with his sister. He stashed the robe and underwear under his bed and settled back with his book. He stared into the pages hoping that his parents wouldn't notice his blush. Rita merely continued to paint her nails.
"Hello," hollered Mrs. Spencer. "We're home!"
"Oh, God," moaned Mark to himself. "That was close." He rolled over and pretended to be napping when his parents came in to say hello.
V
The following afternoon, Mr. Spencer took his daughter, supposedly, to see a movie. It was the weekend, and he used the excuse of not having spent much time recently, on an individual basis, with his family, to get Rita out of the house. But once they'd backed the car out of the driveway, and once they were well on their way down the street, Rita slid over next to her father and said: Tm hoping you're thinking the same thing I'm thinking, Daddy." She stroked his thigh as she said this.
"Couldn't be any closer to the truth, my little darling." He took her sweet young hand and rubbed it up against his already bulging crotch. "Now we just have to find a good place to go and do it, eh?"
"In the car is alright with me," said Rita. While her father drove she undid his pants buckle and pulled down the zipper on his pants. She slid his trousers and underwear down around his feet, which meant handling the car was a little more difficult than usual, but Mr. Spencer was willing to put up with that inconvenience in exchange for his daughter's sweet lips wrapped around the head of his meat. It was a task which Rita quickly and efficiently applied herself to. "Mmmmm," she hummed, tonguing the head of her father's joint. "It's been so long." She licked the heart-shaped muscle head and worked her tongue down the stiffening fat shaft. Her father drove the car up the ramp way onto the freeway. "We're going to a little motel I know," he said. "I think you'll like it."
Rita continued to suck on her father's hog. He was driving at about sixty miles an hour while his daughter lay across, the front seat of the car with her mouth wrapped around and sucking on his joint. "Mmmm," she creamed, happy to have the paternal beef steak rubbing in her face, "I love it." She used her tongue to lick and suck on the powerful flesh sword.
"O.k.," said her father, "we're getting pretty close to the motel. "You better cool it." They took the next off ramp and Rita sat up straight. They pulled over just before the motel so that Mr. Spencer could pull his pants up over his boner. He tucked everything in, wishing that she could finish him off right then. But knowing that soon they'd be in the comfort of the motel bed, he put off the wish. "O.k.," he said "let's go." He threw the car back into gear and they pulled into the motel. He requested a particular room and Mr. Spencer and his comely teenage daughter checked in.
In the room Mr. Spencer explained to Rita as he undressed: "Many years ago your mother and I came here to consummate our love relationship. That's why it's one of my favorite places." He pulled off his pants. His meat, though not fully erect still, was quite stiff. He took off his shrit. His daughter also undressed. She loved to see his big broad shoulders and his hairy chest, but most of all she loved the sight of her father's erect flesh prong. She smiled and knelt down across from him. "Come over here," she said, shaking her boobies, "and let me suck on that." They were both naked and ready for sex.
Mr. Spencer paused, hesitated a moment before going to where his young daughter kneeled. He wanted to take in her lovely shape. Her smooth pendular titties, her comely thighs, her supple belly and her fine wide lips. He loved the sight of her naked and on her knees. "You look like your mother," he said, "so pretty, so willing."
She smiled back at him. "Thank you, Daddy. I like you, too."
He came over in front of her. She was tall enough, on her knees, that her mouth was at just the right height for his joint. He pushed forward and she used her hands to rub the stiff muscle into her face.
"Good," said Rita's father. "That's the way to give your Daddy head." He watched his daughter rub his joint between her thick wet lips. She used her hands to wrap around his base. The fat hog was fully buried in her face. The head of the meat was at the back of her hot wet throat. Her lovely lips were sucking and smacking around the thick stem. "Mmmm," she hummed, "really good."
Mr. Spencer hitched his hips back and thrust forward. His cock shot into the back of sweet Rita's face. "Uuuuhhh," she grunted, but she used her lips and her tongue to grind down on the wet sex muscle. She rolled her tongue across the top and managed to get a good hold with her mouth. It wasn't so bad as she'd thought it was going to be.
"Nice," said Mr. Spencer, taking his daughter's head in his hands. "That's the way to roll you face." He pushed her mouth back and forth and guided her on his hog by rolling her head. "You just keep up the good work, baby doll, and you'll have me ready to fuck that sweet hole of yours in a couple of minutes." He jammed in hard and Rita took the brunt of his huge long and powerful thrust with everything she had. She licked, sucked and curled around the cock muscle. She used her hands to play with her father's rear end. "Nice," he said again, blushing in his crotch, "that's good."
Then he extracted his meat. He pulled the beef steak injection out of her mouth and told her to get up on the bed on her belly. He wanted to lick out her sweet little bunghole. She did as he said and a moment later she was up on hands and knees with Mr. Spencer's hot hard hog running along her supple leg, his long wet tongue brushing between her sweet as candy moon globes. "Oooh," she sighed, "yes, Daddy. Yes, yes, yes!"
He licked her butt crack, and then he sloshed his tongue down her anal tube. "You know what I want?" she said while her father reamed out her asshole. "I want you to come all over my body, Daddy. I want you to squirt that hot jism in my face and on my titties."
"Sure," said her father. "Why not?" He pulled his face out of her ass crotch and showed Rita, who had turned over, his bulging prick. "Go on," he said, "suck and pull on it. I'll come in your face."
She smiled and took hold of his joint by the thick meaty base. She didn't have to suck very much before her father's hot meat began to pulse. She pulled the hot penis out of her face and watched it start squirting. The muscle contracted several times in a row, and all the jism went shooting like a roman candle on her face and titties. One squirt after another splattered on her slick tanned flesh. She let go of the spent meat and rubbed the jism around on her belly, on her big boobies, on her face cheeks. What was available from her dripping lips, she licked up with her tongue. "Oh, Daddy," she sighed, "I love this hot pudding on me."
He smiled and lay down on top of her. His chest rubbed the come around on her tits. He kissed her come covered face and rubbed his mouth muscle deep into her throat. She kissed back long and hard and rubbed her slimy body against his muscular flesh. "Mmmm," she said, pushing him up and over onto his back, "I want to kiss you. You just lay back, Pop, and I'll take care of everything."
He stretched out as per his daughter's delightful instructions. He showed her his joint and his crotch by spreading his legs wide. She landed her mouth on one of his legs and sucked at the fresh flesh. She scattered small kisses up and down on his loins and quickly arrived at his meat. She slurped up what remained of his previous orgasmic come, and then she sucked momentarily on the head. She used her tongue to coat it with saliva.
From there she traveled downwards, into his crotch. She located and supported his nut nest with her small but agile fingers. She used her mouth and tongue to lick and suck on the nuts of love. She pressed her face into the area under his genitals and he pulled up his hips. She could get to his asshole, then, and she took advantage of the fabulous opportunity. She drilled her father's bunghole with her long wet and delicious tongue.
Rita's mouth muscle was narrow enough, well enough lubricated, that with little enough effort she could force her way up her father's anus. Soon he'd rolled over to give her the best possible angle, and he'd come to his hands and knees. He spread out his buttocks and she was able to fully penetrate, with her young, snake-like mouth muscle, his open sphincter. She filled his ass tube with her long wet tongue.
"Good," he told her. "Really fucking fine."
His daughter continued on her pleasure mission. She coiled her tongue in her father's asshole. She brushed along between his hairy wet ass cheeks. Soon she'd coated his buttock crack and the cheeks, too. "Good," he said, "I love it, Rita." He started to move away.
"What's the matter, Dad?" asked Rita. "Isn't it nice enough?"
"Oh, no," said her father, "I just have to take a leak. I'll be right back."
Rita watched her father head for the motel bathroom. "Hey, Pop," she said, "wait a second."
She climbed up off the bed and ran to his side. On the way, Mr. Spencer couldn't help but enjoy the sight of his daughter's sweet brown breasts bouncing up and down, her smooth belly rolling and her supple legs shimmering. She arrived next to him, next to the entrance to the John. "I wonder if maybe you would try something, Dad?" she asked.
"Sure, but in a minute," he said. "First let me go to the bathroom."
"But then," she protested, not looking him in the eye, "it'll be too late."
"What?" hesitated Mr. Spender. "Oh," he said next, recognizing what she wanted. "Are you sure that's what you'd like?"
"Yes," she said. "I'm sure."
She led the way into the motel bathroom. She sat down on a mat in the shower. "Here," she said, spreading her legs out, "go ahead now."
She slipped a digit into her cunt and manipulated her clitoris. She wiggled her pussy lips open and worked her finger in and out. "Anytime, now, Dad," she said. "Go ahead and piss."
Mr. Spencer stood up above his desirable daughter. She had her legs spread wide and her titties were open. He could urinate all up and down her body, which was, apparently, what she wanted just then. He took aim and said: "Ready?"
"Ready!" she exclaimed, tugging on her cunt muscle. "Go ahead and piss on me!"
He began to urinate. The fluid poured down in a steady gush onto her titties and down her belly. It splashed on her thighs and along her loins. It went spraying on her legs and ankles, all within the confines of the shower floor. He sprayed her just about everywhere, except on her face. She used one hand to rub the stuff around on her body, saying as she did, "I love the feel of that hot liquid. I never did this before," she used her other hand to continue to work on her highly aroused clitoris. "Mmmm," she hummed, as her father finished peeing on her, "I don't think I'm gonna come, but it sure is nice." She smiled and stood up. "I better take a quick shower," she said.
"Yes," said her father, watching her still rubbing the urine into her tanned belly, "and make it a good one, too. I have a lot of sex left in me today, and I don't want to smell piss on you."
She smiled and turned on the hot water. She soaped up her smooth tanned body. She was in a rare mood. She was willing to try everything. She even considered asking her father to shit on her chest or face, but she thought that would be too much, and awfully smelly, too. She would save that for some other time. But she continued to feel aroused and ready for just about everything. So she was sure to soap herself thoroughly a couple of times, and then to put some of the soft suds in her asshole, to make sure that part of her body was well lubed in case her father wanted to fuck her anus.
Finally, she rinsed all the other suds off her body and brought the towel into the main room of the motel suite, there to dry her freshly cleaned young body. "That was nice," she said, scrubbing her hair dry. Her titties bounced and shook as she rubbed her head. She had the skin of a slick tanned mermaid. Mr. Spencer loved the look of his lovely daughter's sweet damp flesh. "Bring it over here," he told her. "I'll dry you off."
She came over to the bed and lay down. He took the towel in one hand and started, naturally, with Rita's big pendular tits. He dried one and then the other. To do so he used patting motions with his hand inside the soft terrycloth. He rubbed each mammary dry by patting them. Then he did her smooth belly. He rubbed and patted her stomach dry. From there he went to her loins. He dried her off there, not spending too much time getting her cunt dry-he wanted her vagina plenty wet, as a matter of fact-and dried off her long smooth legs. "There you go," he said, tossing the towel aside. "Clean and dry, just like my little baby girl."
She smiled, gave her father a sexy look, and he pressed his mouth down around her open lips. He filled her face with his tongue and she French kissed him back. He climbed around, holding the kiss position, and landed between her legs. His long hungry joint went circling around next to her gush-ready vagina. Soon he slipped just the tip of his mushroom hog into the sap-producing space. There was plenty of ooze there already.
"Nice," he sighed, "really fucking nice." He went the rest of the way down the narrow pussy channel. He rubbed between the slippery pieces of twat flesh. The hole was greasy and slid back and forth with every move of his daughter's subtle hips. He had exactly what he wanted, his cock in her cunt, his mouth eating at one of her titties. "Nice," he said, taking a quick breath, and then he returned to rubbing his tongue and lips up and down the hillside of her mammoth, pillowy tit.
"Oh, fuck," she cried out. "I love your meat in me, Pop. It's so fucking fat and bony." She rolled her hips and began to gyrate on his hefty flesh prong. It must be remembered that Mr. Spencer's meat was extraordinarily large and that his daughter's sweet twat space was especially tight and full of good gripping slippery muscle. It was a good solid fit with a long sliding feel to it. "Fuck me hard, Daddy," she moaned. "Make me come."
He rubbed his long beef steak in and out of her sweet hole. He used his jumbo sized meat to make his daughter as sexually gratified as he could. Soon their bellies were smacking like applause. He rubbed his meat in and out of her pussy hole as fast as their bodies would permit. His daughter's smooth heated flesh was added inspiration for his active screw job in her flesh well.
"Mmmm," she began to hum, singing with passionate ecstasy in every note of her voice, "I love to fuck you, Daddy. It's so good a screw, I can't fucking believe it." She reached her hands down around his buttocks. Her palms cupped his hairy butt cheeks. She pulled his swinging, swaying body down into her wet young crotch. His giant meat penetrated and planted her cunt even better than before. "Ahhhhh, yes," she creamed, "good."
He could feel Rita's hot twitching clit rubbing against the head of his phallus. It was slippery, and so was his meat. The inside of her sweltering tube was jamming up against his cock, begging for the final come spray. He let go of his former constraint and tacked her down hard. His meat began to jam.
"Ahhh," she cooed, "I can feel that muscle work-mg.
"Is it good?" he asked her. "You like that, Rita my darling?"
"I love it, Dad," she said, climbing his truck for more. "Give it to me really hard."
She rolled her hips on his wet driving muscle. The last plunge was the best. The come went slamming into the back wall of her most remote channel cavity. He gave her all the hot meat he possibly could. She rolled around in ecstasy, tacked to the motel bed by her father's ejaculating penis. "Mmmm," she hummed and creamed on his gooey cock muscle, "that's the way to do it." She gushed in ecstasy all around his fat beef. His joint was the source of her great pleasure, and it made all the difference in the world that he was her father: it made her feel she could conquer any man, anywhere, and this, along with her physical ecstasy, gave young Rita Spencer a tremendous emotional feeling of confidence: "I love you, Daddy," she said. "I love your penis. I love having it inside me, and I love coming all over you."
He pulled the flesh injection out of her long smooth twat hole. He looked at the thing dripping between his legs. His daughter knew immediately what to do. She leaned down between Mr. Spencer's hot thighs and rubbed his joint between her sweet wet lips. She spread her mouth out around the head of the big dick and swallowed down the ooze. "Oooh, yeah," gasped Mr. Spencer, "that's just right, kiddo. That's just the way to do it." He watched her work between his legs. His meaty phallus disappeared up into her steaming wet oral cavity. She hungered to have the meaty flesh prong as deep in her mouth as possible. So she applied her hands to the backs of his ass cheeks and pressed his hearty crotch against her face. Her lips landed in his pubic forest, his entire meat within the sweet wet walls of her mouth canyon. "Mmmm," she hummed, "yum, yum, yum."
Mr. Spencer pulled his long flesh sword, clean and glistening, out of his daughter's face. It was no longer as firm as it was before, but it was shiny with a fresh coating of her greasy saliva. He lay back so that he could rest for a moment, just to think about how fortunate he was to have had the opportunity to plunge his hot cock in her cunt and face.
"Would you like to use my butt for a while?" asked his daughter.
"I don't know," he said, still catching his breath from the previous fuck. "Maybe in a little while."
"I greased it with the bar of soap while I showered before," she told him. "Wouldn't that make it especially nice?"
"I guess it would," said her father. Mr. Spencer was honestly tired, but the opportunity to go fucking around in his daughter's splendid little asshole cave inspired him with a new surge of sexual energy.
"I'll just rub up and down on your meat a little," she told him, "and when you're ready you can tell me." She smiled and arranged herself between his raised knees. She bowed down above his meat and let her smooth pillowy tanned breasts rub on either side of his hot pecker. She grazed along next to his stiffening prick. Her titties took care of getting him hard fast. Before long his poker was as big and shiny and stiff as it had ever been. It would have been difficult to tell that the man had already had two magnificent orgasms that same hour. His jumbo cock was up and ready to go. "It looks big already," she said, kissing his belly tenderly. "Are you getting hot, Daddy?"
"You might say that," said Mr. Spencer. "What do you think?"
She smiled. "I try not to," she said. "I just like a good hot penis. And since your my father, I like yours the best." She replaced her titties with her tongue. She rubbed up and down the fat phallus with her narrow wet tongue muscle. She scrubbed the thing, grinded it with her wet tongue. She sucked long and hard, and another minute later Mr. Spencer was telling his daughter to lay down so that he could plunge his meat up her hefty little rump. "Go on," he said, "you just get comfortable and tell me when you're ready now."
She spread herself out on her belly and waved her asshole in the air. "I think I'm pretty damn ready," she said to her father, looking between her legs. "Think you can get it in there?"
He slid a finger up her butt-hole. "I could get an elephant prick in here if I had to," he said. "You just reach back and hold your anus open, honey. I'll take care of everything else."
She reached back and cupped her buttocks with the palms of her hands. She held her tube up for inspection. He withdrew his digit, the one that had first penetrated the lovely little tube, and he replaced it with the head of his meaty joint. He slammed forward and the first thrust rocked Rita
Spencer downward, flat on her belly. She'd been previously resting her weight on her head and knees, but now she was completely flat.
"Oh, God, no," she moaned, "that's too fucking much. I didn't remember right, Daddy. Please, slow down. Please, stop!"
But it was little or no use trying to get Mr. Spencer to pull his flesh prong out of his daughter's asshole tube. He had just landed, with one long powerful stroke, into her rump, and the feel of the flexing anus muscle, as tight as a small flesh rubber band, working his joint toward instant orgasm, was too tempting to give up just because his daughter was wailing away. So he kept his long meat stuffed in her rump. Rita moaned and groaned, all to no avail. She flogged her butt back and forth, let loose of her cheeks with her hands, but nothing helped. Her father was enjoying himself entirely too much during this particular bare-back ride in order to let go of the ecstatic feel just now. He grabbed her around the neck and forced her down against the sheets, and he grabbed her around the waist so that he could pull her butt into his crotch as much or as little as suited his massive pecker. "Just another minute more, darling," he told Rita, "and your father will be all done fucking your asshole. Just another minute .. . more!"
With that he flooded her shit tube. He let go of the terrific pool of jam. He sloshed around between the back of her colon and her sphincter muscle. He really plowed into her much harder than she'd ever thought she could take. "Uuuuhhh," she grunted, but his ecstasy was nearing its end, and she knew that then he would pull out.
Sure enough, Mr. Spencer made one last thrust and then jerked his rod out of his daughter's tender asshole. "That soap," he told her, "was a good idea. That's really using your head." He smiled and flopped back on his back. "I liked that, sweetheart. That was good."
Rita lay on her belly trying to catch her breath, wondering when the ache in her spread butt tube would ever cease throbbing. She felt like someone had pulled her inside out, starting at her sphincter muscle. She smiled though, because the fuck was over. She'd given her father an orgasm with every orifice of her body.
VI
While Rita and her father were getting their rocks off at the motel room, Mrs. Spencer and he son Mark were having some fun of their own. Marl; had slept late that morning, even into the afternoon, and he was laying in bed fantasizing about his mother and his sister, alternately, occasionally adding an image or two of some other women he knew from Dover City High. He couldn't help but get a bone on, though, when his mother came into his room and sat down next to him on his bed.
"Darling," she said, "I'm glad we have the house to ourselves."
Mark smiled. "Me, too. Nothing like a little peace and quiet, you know."
"Yeah," said Mrs. Spencer. Her hand reached out along the sheets where her son's legs were spread. She kneaded the flesh of his thigh. "You know," she said, "it's been a while since we've been alone together."
"Certainly has," said Mark, closing his eyes and enjoying his mother's sensuous touch. "I wonder where Dad and Rita went."
'To a movie," said Mrs. Spencer. She rubbed closer to Mark's crotch. "But let's not think about them just now. You and I have things to, shall we say, talk about?" She smiled and leaned close to her son's face. She spread her lips and pressed her mouth close to his. Her tongue drove down into his oral cavity. "Mmmm," she cooed, "good." She pulled up and away from him but Mark couldn't help but notice his mother's smooth titties, her fine tanned chest and the erect nipples on her boobies. "Mom," he said, "do you think it's right that we do what we've been doing?"
"Right or wrong," she said, caressing his crotch muscle directly, "what's important is how we feel about each other." She stroked his meaty prick which was bulging under the sheets. "And I know for sure that I feel awfully good about you." She attacked his covered meat with both hands.
"Yeah," said Mark, the blood rushing up into his face, "I think I feel the same way about you, too, Mom." He watched his mother's hands knead the lump between his legs. "That's really something," he told her. His mother milked his covered rod. She jerked and tugged, mildly, wrenching his muscle upwards.
"Oooh," she sighed, "it's big and bony already, darling. Let me play with it." She lifted her hands and pulled the sheets back. There between her son's legs was the object of her incredibly lusty desires. "Oh, God," she gasped at first sight of the strong and thick muscle, "look at that thing." She pressed her hands around the flesh, around the real thing. "Oh, good," she said, kneading the base of the muscle and adjusting her soft grip. Her fingers curled and uncurled and re-curled again. "I love it," she cooed. "So fat, so strong, so firm-what a penis you have, son! I love it."
She descended on the joint with her thick wet lips spread wide. She capped off the head with her long wet tongue. She stroked around the hearty prick head. "It's tender," she said, lifting her face from her boy's joint. "And it's rigid! I like it." She went back down and licked up and along the stiff rod. "It's so tasty. I could eat it all day long."
"Gee, thanks, Mom," said Mark. "No one ever said such nice things about my penis."
"You believe your mother," said Mrs. Spencer sitting up with the prick still between her hands, "a great many women will be falling in love with that joint. It's so handsome! I just can't believe how lucky we are to be able to use it whenever we like." Her face blushed crimson. She wanted to sit on her son's joint right then and there. "Would you mind, son, if I climbed into bed with you right this minute?"
"Hell no," said Mark. "I'd like it." He smiled and winked at his mother.
She stood up off his bed and undressed. He watched her carefully. Her big luscious tits hung down just waiting for his hot mouth to go licking and sucking on them. Her cunt was open and oozing even before she touched him again. And her smooth ample thighs were heated and feverish, covered with a fresh crop of goose bumps.
"Boy oh boy," sighed Mark, "if the guys at Dover City could see me now they'd really think something else, eh?"
She smiled. "I imagine they would." Only Mark didn't know why his mother was smiling that way. She had slept with no less than three of Mark's friends from Dover High. They were strong young men, like himself, on the football team. They had big powerful meats and the occasions had been several and varied. One time a fellow came looking for Mark's sister and Mrs. Spencer had managed to seduce and fuck the young athlete before Rita arrived home. Another boy from Dover High had come calling on Mark, as arranged. Only Mark hadn't shown up on time, so Mrs. Spencer took advantage of the youngster's fresh young hot cock. She fucked his brains out. The third was a neighbor's son, and Mrs. Spencer had thought nothing of going over to his house on a day when she knew that the boy's parents were not home. She'd screwed and sucked him off from time to time since then, too, whenever her son and her husband were not available. So she smiled at big wide grin when her son said that his friends would really be interested to know that she was fucking her own son.
Then she leaned down, naked, and joined her son in his bed. She spread her legs around his hips and let her titties rub against his chest. She kissed him long and hard on the mouth. She used her hands to hold his face the way she liked it, and stroked in and out of his mouth with her tongue. She rubbed her wet snatch up and down along his thigh at the same time. "Mmmm," she hummed, "I love to kiss you, darling. You're so young and fresh. And you have a nice big hot hard-on, already, too." She looked down at his meat which was caressing her legs when she moved on his body. "I love a big joint," she sighed. "Nothing makes me happier."
"Would you like to sit on it, Mom?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, son," she said. "That's a good way to start off." She giggled to herself as she sat up in order to be able to crouch over her son's hefty red prick. "It's nice and stiff," she said, taking the base for a handle with which she aimed the head between her pussy lips. "You tell me if I go too hard, Mark."
She slid the hot pecker up into her wet cunt hole. The joint rode smoothly up the distance of her crotch space. The wet ooze dripped down along Mark's rod and made the initial thrill of entrance into his mother's hot cunt all that much better. "Ahhhhh," he sighed as she settled down on his meat, "that's so fine!"
"Now," she said, "tell me if you can feel this." A look of concentration came over Mrs. Spencer's face.
"Oh, yeah," said Mark. "That's nice." What he felt was his mother's long experienced muscles squeezing and milking his stiff pecker. "How do you do that?" he asked.
"It's easy," she said. "Here, I'll do it again." Again she concentrated and again Mark felt that old familiar slushing of good slippery twat muscle contracting and kneading the flesh of his horny prick. The rub started down deep, around his shaft and worked up to the tip, deep in his mother's hole. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "Terrific!"
She reached down and picked up his hands. "Squeeze my boobs while I sit on your penis," she suggested.
He allowed her to place his hands on her chest.
She arranged his palms on her nipples and pushed his fingers into the pillowy soft flesh of her tanned boobs. "I like that," she said, letting go and resting her own hands on his chest, between his arms and on his manly nipples. "I like that a lot."
Mark squeezed and rubbed his mother's titties. He made sure, also, to rub the caps of her nipples. He tweaked the titty tips and tugged lightly on them. His mother began to rock to and fro on his long penis. 'That's the way, Mom," he encouraged her. "I like it when you slide up and down on it."
His mother smiled, but it was plain she wasn't seeing him. She was already on her way into sexual oblivion. She pumped down around his joint and used the terrific muscles of her cunt to roll up and around his cock. She shifted her weight and pulled his mighty joint up and down. She rode him like a jockey on a horse, leaning close, close to his mouth and his face and his chest, with her titties rubbing and pressing against his manly nipples, her hands around his neck, her Angers rubbing and kneading his flesh while her tongue traveled in and out of his lips, Frenching him. Her pussy was full and hot with his slippery joint.
"Oooh, God," she cried out. "Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me up the cunt! It's me, your mother, and I want you to fuck the shit out of me. Go on, shoot it up there. Really put it to me. Come on, son, you can do it. Fuck your mother!" She rode him long and hard and fast. She bucked on his roaring phallus, taking as much of the screw muscle up into her body as she could possibly get.
She was in a good position for manipulating her son's rod with her pussy because she was sitting on top of him. Mark reached around to help her by cupping her buns. He rubbed her hips and her butt to and fro and in this manner his mother's pussy rolled on and off the head of his fuck-stick. "I like that," he told her. "I like it when it goes on and off. When I go in and out. It's a good slippery rub that way, Mom. I really get off that way."
She kissed him again, with her tongue filling up his mouth. Then she kissed him on the cheek, and in the ear, and even in his arm pit. His cock was still buried in her pussy. She was getting so hot that she could only gasp for breath. When she next spoke it was to say: "I love you darling. I'm going to come." She made this lusty statement into a gentle whisper which caressed his ear. Then she gushed.
"Oh, God, fuck, yes!" cried Mark. "That's fucking nice!" He was talking about the greasy feel of his mother's hot wet twat box rubbing along on his stiff pecker. She was rolling her weight up and down on his juicy meat. Soon, he knew, he would fire off inside her pussy. Suddenly-the moment came on him much faster than he expected-his big TNT like meat exploded: "Oh, fuck!" he roared, slamming his meat upwards in his mother's box. "Fuck!"
He shot all his juice into her body. His hot semen went flying up inside Mrs. Spencer's full vagina. Her titties were rubbing against his chest and he picked one up with his hands and stuffed into his face the cap and a portion of the breast. He continued to fill her with jism while he sucked on her hot titty tip.
"Please," she moaned. "Please screw me hard, Mark. Rub my clit, darling. Screw me hard and rub my clit." She rolled her pussy around his throbbing joint and then gushed around his phallus some more. She was having a series of several little orgasms on his flesh rod. "Oh, fuck," she groaned, "I love it with your father, and I love it with you, darling. I really fucking do."
Then Mrs. Spencer climbed off her son's choice beef. 'There," she said, looking at the spent prick. "There, there, there," she said, patting it softly. "What a nice long penis. So hot and wet. So fucking able!" She stroked her son's hot hog with her finger. The meat was slippery and her finger went sliding along from tip to base. She landed around his balls where her fingers instinctively squeezed. Another drop of semen climbed up and out of his joint and started to slide down the underside of his softening penis. "Oh, no," she screamed, "I must have that drop of jism." She leaned down and licked it up and swallowed. "There," she said, "that's just about perfect."
"Wow," said Mark, who was yet to be out of bed that day, "I can't believe how sexy you are, Mom. There isn't a girl at Dover who even compares to you." He reached down and brought his mother's face close to his own. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her hard. He gave her his tongue which she gratefully swallowed up and sucked on. "Oh, yes," she said breaking away, "I love you, Mark. There's no two ways about it."
She began to grind her cunt against his leg. It was hairy and slippery and wet. Mark's leg was coated with clit juice. His cock was hardening again and quickly. "Mom," he said, "I wonder if you'd do something special for me this time." He blushed.
"Anything, son. What would you like?"
"I want you to sit on my face."
His mother smiled and climbed up over her son's long body and arranged herself, crouching, above his mouth. She squatted and her pussy rubbed between his lips. "There," she said, "how's that?"
Mark looked up into his mother's crotch which hovered only an inch or two from his oral cavity. He loved the sight of her genitals, her open pussy lips, her fresh beaver pie, the sight of the ooze gushing madly. "It's just right," he told her. "I'm gonna eat it." He put his tongue to work, entered her hole and sloshed around in search of the erect clitoris. He felt up the long slope of her flesh tube and worked his way around and around in the greasy chamber.
Eventually he located her upright sex button and took to working it up and down. "Mmmmm," he hummed, "it's just so fine."
His mother swiveled her hips and her legs spread wide. Her cunt hole was easily available for all the licking that Mark wanted to do in there. He ran his flesh mouth sword up and down between Mrs. Spencer's hot pussy lips. He filled her again and again with mouth muscle. Soon he had the clit twitching and plenty of juice running down along his chin and face. "Good," sighed his mother, looking down between her thighs. "That's really good, Mark. I like that." Her son's tongue was starting up that old lusty feel again. She felt the chills climb her spine and arrive in her neck and face. She blushed severely and moaned in a raspy and lusty whisper: "Fuck me good with your tongue, darling. Fuck me really good and hard. Keep my clit going, too."
Mark continued to massage his mother's hanging clit with his tongue. He stroked up and down along the mini-twat-penis, and he made sure that the surrounding wet tissue was also greasy wet with saliva and tongue stimulation. "Mmmm," he hummed, sucking and licking his mother's hot wet box, "I love to eat you, Mom. It's the best."
She rolled her legs wider and sat down further on his face. Her pussy rubbed against his open lips. Her long clit was now easily available. He only had to open his mouth and the clit meat was there for whatever use he might have for it. He rubbed it and used his lips to tug on the thing. "You're hotter than usual, Mom. I like it."
"I know, darling," said Mrs. Spencer. She climbed down a bit from his face and landed her mouth around his joint. They were in the classic sixty-nine position. Only it was Mother and Son doing it. Mrs. Spencer went hog wild when she saw how hard her son had become in the last few minutes. She jammed her mouth around his hefty cock muscle and took to sucking it up her oral cavity. "Mmmm," she rolled it between her lips and licked. "It's good and fat as usual."
Mark pushed upwards and banged his mother's face with his joint. The slippery fat dick rubbed in and out of her mouth. Her tongue lubricated all of the flesh of his beef steak. She rubbed on the sides of the shaft with her mouth muscle, and she coiled her snake-like tongue around the base, too. Then she traveled up and down along the prick tube. "Mmmm," she sighed, "it's a tasty one today!"
Mark slid around in his mother's twat hole. He punched her flesh with his tongue and continued to eat her out. Then he pushed her forward a little, using his hands on her smooth buttocks, and made her asshole available for reaming out. He spread her ass cheeks with his kneading fingers and opened up the butt crack. "There," he said, "is something else worth eating." He spread out his tongue and sloshed up and down along the worthy crease. He brushed it wet with saliva and clit juice. He made sure not to leave any portion of the butt canyon unwashed. He cleaned his mother's ass crease, and then, when he heard her wailing about how much she enjoyed his licking, he went to work on her asshole. He began at the tapered entrance and worked his way down. The tip of his tongue entered her sphincter muscle, and from there it was smooth sailing in the tight canal. His mother's asshole tube squeezed and jammed around his mouth organ.
"Oooh," she squeaked, "I love that. I love that a lot." She was so distracted by her son's wandering tongue in her highly reamable ass that she'd quit sucking him off. She held his joint in the palm of her hand and rubbed the tip absentmindedly against her thick wet lips or along her face. She was enjoying his meat, but more than anything, she was getting hot and lusty with sexual fever from ass licking in her bunghole. "I love it," she gasped. "I can't fucking stand it. It's great."
Everything in Mark's mother's ass was wet. Her shit tube had been filled and licked by tongue meat. Her smooth round blushing globes of ass tissue had been licked and kissed toward ecstasy. And her anal track was coated with fresh goo. Mark smacked his mother's buttocks with his hand: "I think that's it, Mom."
"I like that when you spank me a little," she said.
"You do?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "Why don't you do that a little more, just for a minute or two?"
"Sure," said Mark. He remembered that his sister had liked that every now and then also. So he spanked his mother's wet buttocks a couple of times. Then, when he was slightly bored with this sexual act, he slid his finger up and between the spread vaginal lips surrounding his mother's cunt tube. He pushed a digit up inside her flesh tube. He used his long bony finger and plunged it in and out of the flesh corridor. "Mmmm," grunted his mom, "I like that. I like that the best."
Her hips were rolling around and around on his finger. He had her clit trapped with his finger. He was feeling her up really well. He loved the feel of her clitoris going back and forth, getting flicked by his finger, because that way, he knew, she would soon be gushing in climax, and most of all, he loved to hear his mother wail in orgasmic ecstasy. "Oooh, yes," she was groaning now, "don't stop. Do it hard. Really rub it hard, Mark, my son."
He continued to fiddle on his mother's twat-prick. He worked the hot little organ back and forth. When he could, he plunged his finger all the way up her pussy and filled the entire orifice with a good tight feel of his digit. "Mmmm," he heard her humming, "I love it." She'd let his cock go for some time, but now she returned to working it over with her tongue. Everything, for both mother and son, was quite juicy.
"Ahhhh," screeched Mrs. Spencer at one point, "I want to eat your asshole."
They made the proper arrangement and Mrs. Spencer spread her son's buttocks. "Oh, my," she said, looking down his anal tube, "that thing is so fine!" She spread her tongue across his anus. Then she backtracked up the crack. She kissed the walls of his butt crease and then his ass cheeks. She used her hands to massage his hairy butt flesh, and she spread her lips here and there to kiss his ass. Then she went back to the corridor between the moon globes. She spread her tongue along it, filled the narrow space, and keeping his butt parted, worked her mouth muscle into his anal cavity.
Mrs. Spencer drilled her son's hot anal cavity with plenty of fresh tongue meat. She had no intention of stopping the ream out. She loved his asshole as much as she loved his cock. She could get off on just licking that anal entrance, if she had to. She stuffed it full of tongue meat and made sure that the sphincter especially was good and juicy and full of saliva and fresh lubricant. She jammed around with her tongue sucking up everything there, and then she pulled out. "How's that?" she asked.
"Delicious, Mom," he said.
"Would you like to fuck my ass?" she asked him. "Would you like to stick your penis up your Mother's asshole?"
"Sure," said Mark. "If that's what you want?"
"Just for a little while," she said. "Then we'll get on to having you fuck my cunt again." She rolled over and Mark climbed up to mount Mrs. Spencer's terrific butt. He slid his meat up and down, back and forth along her slick cheeks, and then he plunged in. The head of his meat met with considerable resistance from his mother's tight sphincter. "Mom," he told her, "if you spread your legs a little more, I can get it in."
She reached back and, spreading her legs, too, she pulled her buttocks open. She gave him a clear path into her rump chamber. "There," she said, "try that."
Mark smiled and pushed with his hips. His spearhead led the way down. His long meat stuffed his mother's asshole full up. "Uuuuuuuhh," she grunted, "that joint of yours gets bigger and bigger." He continued, despite his mother's occasional moans, until he had fully injected his beef into her fanny.
"There," she gasped. "It's in, isn't it?"
"Yes," said Mark. His pubic forest was flush with his mother's soft wet ass cheeks. "It's in."
She rolled her butt. It was only the first in a series of deliberate and sexually calculated gyrations. Each sway, every swivel and jerk of his mother's hips, made Mark's cock feel like a million bucks. In addition, Mrs. Spencer was squeezing with her interior rump muscles and working her son's cock with her anal cavity. "I love it," he told her. "I love that rump action." Then he pulled his meaty prick out of her asshole.
"Why'd you stop?" she asked.
"Lick it," he said to his mother. "Lick my joint." He was hot and feverish and he wanted his joint sucked clean. He was going to stuff her cunt. "Suck it off so I can put it in your pussy."
His mother smiled. "Of course, darling. I should have thought of that." She leaned down to her son's penis. It dripped clit juice, shit juice, saliva and a bit of come from the previous fuck. "I'm gonna get it so clean," she said, "it'll look like new." With that she applied her tongue. She scraped up and down along the fresh meaty joint. She rubbed her tongue along one side of the base, up and down, and then along the other. She coated the tip with her splayed tongue, and she rubbed her meaty mouth muscle up and down around the base, too. She was sure to lick his nut nest, which was covered with fresh chills, and she also managed to suck along just the rim of the mushroom head. It seemed that she was everyplace at once.
"Oh, yeah," moaned her boy, "I love that, Mom.
You're the best blow job in Dover City."
Mrs. Spencer sucked the head of her son's meaty flesh prong into her face. Now, rather than lick and clean, she sucked and rolled. She pushed as much of the meat into her face as she could. She crammed nearly the whole hog into her face. "Ahhhh," sighed Mark, "that's good." He took his mother's silky haired head in his hands and rolled her drooling lips from side to side on his sensitized prick head. 'There," he told her. "There." He pulled her face back and forth, and his meaty joint went in and out of her mouth.
"Since you like it like this," said Mrs. Spencer, holding her son's cock around the base, "maybe I should just suck you into orgasm?"
"No," protested Mark, watching his mother go back to licking his meaty rod, "I want to come in your cunt."
"Now?" she asked, looking up.
"Yes," said Mark. "Now. In your pussy now."
She smiled and lay back with her legs spread. "Come and get it, son," she said. "Come and fuck your mother's hot wet twat. I want that meat of yours way inside me." She smiled and used her fingers to open her slick pussy hole. She spread the beaver mouth open and Mark could see the pink and dark flesh inside. It was wet and juicy looking, all of it ready for fucking. He leaned down on his mother's chest, between her legs, too, and spread his tongue across one titty. His joint was inches from entering her body.
He capped off one nipple with his lips rubbing and used his tongue to caress the thing. His mother, meanwhile, used one of her hands to guide his joint into her body. "Ooooh," she gasped, "yes, Mark, that's the way." Mark held his mother's titty between his lips and wagged his head from side to side. Simultaneously, he jammed his hips forward and sent his long flesh spear streaming into her cunt. There was hot wet gush everywhere.
Mrs. Spencer's long meaty pussy rubbed and pulled on her son's tough joint. His powerhouse muscle filled with sexual energy. It expanded and the mushroom head exploded in the rear portion of the cavity. "Ooooh, God!" she wailed. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" His juice sprayed out of the head of his meat. Pulse after pulse of hot wet pudding flooded his mother's twat cavern. There was come everywhere. The jism began to back up and flow around Mark's penis and out of the pussy lips. There was so much come that there was enough to make a puddle in his mother's wet twat and outside on the sheets. There was enough clit juice to go swimming in. "Oooh, eeeeek, yesss," she moaned as her son's hot cock continued to jam down deep in her cunt hole, "I love it. Fuck me hard, son. Fuck me really hard."
He tacked his mother to the bed. His long meaty dick was nailing her down. She'd been coming steadily, gushing all around his fuck-stick. She was hot and bothered, both by his ramming fuck muscle and by his licking tongue which caressed her titties. She used her hands to grab around his buttocks and pull him down deeper than ever. She kneaded the flesh of his ass while he sucked on her breasts. "Ooooh, yes," she moaned, "suck me. Fuck me. Suck me. Fuck me."
Mark continued to roll his organ in his mother's twat. He'd long since shot his wad, but the feel was still good. He also continued to roll her pillowy titties in his mouth. His tongue caressed and massaged this or that part of his mother's chest, soon her titties were wet with saliva and sweat juice. "Oooh, yes," she said, lifting her hands to his head and rolling his face between her boobs. "That's really fucking nice." She pressed his face on her breasts and rubbed him hard.
"I love it," grunted Mark. "I really do love it." Then he yanked his powerhouse joint out from his mother's pussy. "Oh, God, that was really something, Mother. Really fucking good screwing." He smiled and lay back on the bed.
His mother instantly crawled down to his wet joint. Mark watched her work. She splayed her tongue across the slippery shaft and licked up the juice there, most of which was her own clit gush. Then she went up along the flesh prong and sucked at the joint tip. She rubbed and massaged the mushroom crown, the sensitized meat of the tip, because she wanted to get out the last drops of semen juice. She used her hands in a coordinated milking action which squeezed out yet another drop or two of jism. Then she swallowed hard and smiled and leaned back, her head in her son's strong arm.
"I liked that, Mom," he told her. "That's what I call a good fuck and a good suck."
"Yes," said Mrs. Spencer. "Isn't it nice to know that you can get laid whenever you want, anytime, anyway?"
"It sure is," said Mark. He casually rubbed her persistent upright titties. "Are you still horny?" he asked.
"Oh, no, not really." She smiled and cuddled a bit on her son's chest. She licked his manly nipple when she thought about it, but for the most part Mrs. Spencer just rested there on her son's chest. A little while later she suggested that they better get dressed, as Rita and Mr. Spencer might be coming home soon.
VII
The Spencer family continued in their incestuous relationships for some time. Rita and her father would find various occasions for sneaking off together and balling. Or Mrs. Spencer and Mark would check into a motel and in their absence, the father and daughter would go about their sexual business. Such was the sexual life of the family for about three weeks.
Then, on one unusual day, Mrs. Spencer was alone in the house with her daughter. Rita hadn't been with her father-nor with her brother-in a sexual liaison, for some time. She was horny and frustrated, and it was everything she could do to keep from blurting it out. She lay in bed that morning trying to figure out what to do about her sexual frustration. She could hear her mother puttering in the kitchen.
Rita lay nude under her sheets. It was still the hottest part of the summer and she'd slept with no blanket and no underwear. The heat combined with her horniness and her lusty attitude suddenly consummated itself in the simple thought: "I'm gonna masturbate."
She reached her smooth young palms down between her opened comely legs. She applied a quick finger to her honey pot. She found the space filled with sap and ready for all the manipulation she wanted to give it. She rubbed her digit up and down between the snatch lips, and then she went in for the big game, her clitoris. Every stroke strengthened and lengthened her clit meat. Soon the thing was fully erect and twitching. "Oooh, yes," she sighed, picturing her father's meat and sometimes her brother's, "this is the way to take care of this lust."
She used her free hand to go poking between the cheeks of her ass. She plunged a fresh digit up into her asshole. With one finger in her front hole and another in her rump cave, she managed to get herself pretty hot pretty fast. "Uuuuuuhhh," she sighed softly, "I love to fuck myself. It's better than nothing, anyhow."
Soon she was flowing fresh ease juice and gasping quietly to herself. "Ahhhh, yes," she groaned, "please, God. Let me have an orgasm." She worked on her clit muscle and her anus at the same time. She rubbed the hefty little twat prick back and forth, and she fingered her bunghole in an effort to give herself all the pleasure she could get. She then used that second hand to rub her titties. She rubbed her nipples and caressed the sides of her mountainous tanned breasts. The brown meat was soon covered with chills. She pictured her father's huge fat dick running in and out of her cunt. Actually, of course, she was using her finger to rub her cunt hole and clit, and the action was satisfactory but far from being as nice as the real fuck-stick could supply. "Oooh, shit," she moaned, "I want to come. I want to have an orgasm."
She writhed in frustration but continued to flick her twitching clit. She kept her nipples hot and aroused by rubbing them with her palm. At one point she even gave up working on her clit muscle and took to rubbing her titties with two hands. She massaged her chest up and down with all the vigor she could give herself. "Oooh, yes," she moaned, sliding her hands up and down on her tender chest, "I love to have sex. Oh, please let me come."
She reapplied her finger to her clit, but soon she realized that no matter how hard she tried, she wouldn't just then be able to have a gratifying orgasm. She gave up and rolled onto her side. "Shit," she grunted, "what the fuck am I gonna do."
She climbed out of bed and looked at herself in the mirror. Her long naked body blushed with sexual desire. A kind of warm glow, like a burning ember, emanated from her heated but unsatisfied body. Her eyes were wide and bright, her silky hair as straggly and sexy as a blonde's can be, and her big pendular titties leaned out to the side, the nipples leading the way. "Ooh, fuck," she moaned, eye-balling her leaking cunt, "I wish I had a cock to fuck myself with." She spread her legs and looked at her interior cunt. "I wish I could get somebody to fuck me. Where's Dad and Mark?" She was so hot and lusty that she was beside herself with anxiety. She grabbed a robe and swore off sex forever. Then she headed out to the kitchen to have her morning coffee.
She sat at the kitchen table watching her mother go to and from the table and the cupboards doing this or that chore. Finally, her mother noticed her. "Good morning, darling. I didn't know you were up."
"I'm up," said Rita in a dejected voice, "but it sure doesn't feel like it." She sipped her mug of coffee. "I wish Dad and Mark were here."
"Yes, I miss them sometimes, too," said Mrs. Spencer. She came over to the table and sat down next to her daughter. Mrs. Spencer was also wearing a robe and the V-neck slid open slightly when she sat down. She didn't bother trying to close off the thing. She didn't even know her fine smooth titties were showing, and that her daughter was eye-balling them, wondering what it would be like to feel her up. "Sometimes I think that I don't know what I'd do if Mark and your Dad weren't around."
"I know exactly what you mean, Mom," said Rita Spencer, still feeling lusty and not knowing what to do about it. She smiled at her mother and then continued to sip her coffee. Finally, as though in confession, she asked Mrs. Spencer: "Mom, do you ever get really horny?"
"Oh, darling," said Rita's mother, "of course I do. Don't you?"
"Yeah," said Rita. "That's the whole problem."
"The problem with having a hole," said Mrs. Spencer, punning poorly on her daughter's horniness. "Anyhow," she continued, "there's not much one can do."
"I don't know about that," said Rita, sliding her hand onto her mother's thigh. "Maybe there is something we can do." Mrs. Spencer put her hand on her daughter's wrist. She used her other hand to pull the part of the robe covering her legs away. She pushed Rita's hand down between her ample loins.
"Perhaps you're right, darling," she told her daughter as she applied the young girl's long fingers to the outside of her own pussy. "You just push that into my cunt a little," said Mrs. Spencer, "and I know that some of my horniness will go away."
"Is it alright, Mom?" asked Rita. "I was so worried that you would think I was awful."
"Let rrie show you something," said Mrs. Spencer. She spread her legs wide and showed her daughter her pussy. "See that?" She smiled. "I've been so horny this week that I don't know what to do. You could help me, Rita. If you want to."
"Oh, Mom," said the young girl, a kind of younger twin of her mother. "That's exactly what I've been wanting to do. Would you help me, too?"
"Of course," said Mrs. Spencer. "Let's go to the bedroom." She took her daughter by the hand and led Rita to the master bedroom. There the two women undressed. They looked at each other. Rita could see in her mother the fine mature body of a woman in her thirties. And Mrs. Spencer could see a kind of young reflection of herself. She leaned forward and took her daughter in her arms. Their titties touched before their lips did, but then they began French kissing. They stood up along the bed, their two tanned bodies and four mammaries rubbing against each other. It was Rita who lifted her thigh first and the topside of her smooth leg ran up against her mother's open wet twat hole. "Oooh, God," sighed Mrs. Spencer, "that feels so fucking good."
"Yes, it does," said Rita, rubbing her leg back and forth between her mother's spread ample loins. "It feels really nice." She leaned her face down to her mother's titties which were not a great deal different from her own. She applied her mouth to one of the erect nipples. She tongued the cherry tip and the big mushroom colored cap. She worked her way down the mountain of hilly titty and she arrived at the flat portion between the breasts. Then she climbed up the other side of her mother's chest and licked that titty, too. She worked on the nipple with her lips and tugged with both lips and tongue. She rubbed her mother's nipple with her long wet tongue and then pulled away. "I like to do that for you, Mom," said Rita. "Does it make you feel good?"
"You tell me," said Mrs. Spencer. She leaned forward and down a little, and then she kissed her daughter's sweet titties. She made the same caresses, the same massaging action with her tongue, licking and sucking with her lips at her daughter's tender ripe chest. "Do you like it?" she asked when she pulled her face away from the hanging flesh fruit. "Does it feel good?"
Rita blushed. "It feels super, Mom," she said, and she leaned forward and kissed her mother in the mouth. She toured her mother's face with her tongue and Frenched her that way for a long time. Her hands were wrapped around her mother's shoulders and she let them drift down to her buttocks where she drove a long strong finger up her mother's anus while kissing. "Oooh, God," she moaned, pulling away. "Mother, this is going to be great." She still had her finger up her mother's bunghole.
"Yes," said Mrs. Spencer, "it's going to be delicious." She leaned back on the bed and pulled her daughter up on top of her. Their titties mashed together, four big brown breasts rubbing in saliva, and Rita quickly located her hips between her mother's legs. "There," she said, "that's nice." She rubbed her mound against her mother's mound.
"It's nice," said Mrs. Spencer, "but I don't think it's going to work quite right."
"What do you mean?" asked Rita.
"I'll tell you later," said Mrs. Spencer. "First we have to get really hot though." And with that Mrs. Spencer pulled her daughter's familiar face down close to her own and spread her lips. She pushed her tongue into the younger girl's horny mouth, filled the oral cavity with her own mouth muscle. "Mmmm," hummed Rita, "I like that." She went down her mother's body, kissing her face, her neck, her chest and her lean stomach. She hesitated when she arrived just about Mrs. Spencer's aromatic mound.
"It's alright," said Mrs. Spencer. "Go ahead." She pushed on her daughter's head and Rita landed between her mother's sweet cunt lips. She filled the hot space with lots of tongue meat, feeling her mother up as best she could. She located the older woman's clitoris and rubbed her tongue against it. She probed the deep cunt hole and wondered if someday her own twat would be this juicy, this filled with gush. "I like your twat, Mom," said Rita during a quick breather. "I like eating it." Mrs. Spencer was too busy moaning to hear her daughter's compliment. She did, however, notice the absence of a tongue in her hole and pushed on her daughter's head again. Rita went back to working out in her mother's pussy cavern. She filled the sap-producing hole with plenty of mouth muscle and made sure to tug and suck and lick on the juicy flesh prong there, her mother's clitoris.
Rita blushed. She'd never seen her mother turned on before. Sure, on one or two occasions she'd burst into her parents' room unannounced and had been embarrassed to discover her mother and father screwing, but that wasn't quite the same. This was different. It was her own young tongue going about the job of bringing her mother toward ecstasy. She loved the idea, and more than that, she loved the feel of hot gush between her lips, and a slippery clitoris, too. "I like eating you out, Mother," said Rita. T really do like it."
"Yes, dear," gasped Mrs. Spencer, rolling her legs wide open, "and I like having you do it, too." She reached down and held her loins back so that her cunt was that much more available for her daughter's delicious work inside the flesh cave. "Mmmm," she hummed, "just keep licking and sucking, sweetheart, and you'll have me coming in a minute."
"Can I climb around on you?" asked Rita bravely.
"Of course, darling," said Mrs. Spencer. "Come up here."
Rita arranged herself accordingly. Her smooth loins spread out and around her mother's face. Now her cunt, too, was available for eating and licking. And she still had her mother's pie to herself, too. "Oh, wonderful," she said, feeling the first lick to her own twat. "That's what I've been needing ever since I woke up this morning." Rita was ecstasy bound. She finally had something in her cunt that could make her especially happy, sexually speaking. She had her mother's long tongue inside her body, working around in her pussy flesh. "Ahhhhh," she hummed, and then she went back down on Mrs. Spencer's beaver pie flesh.
"Good, Rita. Good," encouraged Mrs. Spencer. "I like that." Rita had her mother's twat hole spread open with her fingers. She held the flaps back and worked her long tongue meat in and out of the fleshy space. Simultaneously, she rocked her pelvis up and down in her mother's face. "I love it when you lick my clit, Mom," she told her mother. "Rub my clit harder." She waited.
Sure enough, Mrs. Spencer located, with her tongue, her lovely daughter's smooth mini-twat-penis. She rubbed the miniature sex button and pushed and probed at the surrounding flesh. There was gush everywhere, and the sweet smell of female ooze filled the room. "Ahhhh," sighed Mrs. Spencer, "this is almost as nice as fucking with your father."
Rita said nothing. She didn't know if her mother knew about her and her father. She didn't want to be the one to break the news. But the fact was that her mother was right: it was nearly as good as fucking with Mr. Spencer. Both women knew exactly what the other wanted, and how to give it, too. The teenage daughter probed her mother's cunt with the accuracy of a young marksman. And her mother worked equally well on the younger woman's cunt hole. They were well on their way toward ecstasy heaven when Rita heard her mother say: "I think it's time that we used something a little extra to make sure we get off, darling."
"Sure," said Rita, pulling her wet face out of her mother's super gushing twat hole. She wiped her chin of clit juice and picked herself up. "What can we use, though? We haven't got a penis or anything to do it with."
"Well, we do have something," said Mrs. Spencer, "if you promise not to tell anyone."
"Of course," said Rita. Mrs. Spencer hopped out of the bed. "I'll be back in a minute," she told her daughter. "I have to go out to the garage." She slipped into her robe and disappeared out the bedroom door. Rita contented herself while she waited for her mother's return with an occasional flick of her clit. She rubbed her mound with the heel of her palm and her lively clit with the long middle digit which she'd inserted between her cunt lips. "Mmmm," she sighed, and then her mother reappeared.
"What's in the bag, Mom?" asked Rita. "Lots of goodies?"
"You bet," said Mrs. Spencer who sat down on the edge of the bed with her robe open and with the bag beside her, the bag she'd brought in from her hiding place in the garage. "These are the things I've been using while your father's away sometimes." She pulled out a sophisticated metal and plastic, battery operated dildo. "Fresh batteries in that one," she said as she reached back into the bag. Then she pulled out a plastic belt with a huge sculpted plastic phallus attached to the middle.
"How's that thing work, Mom?" asked Rita.
"I'll show you," said Mrs. Spencer ."Lay down and spread your legs." While her daughter arranged herself, Mrs. Spencer took off her robe and strapped on the plastic cock. She tightened the belt and the penis, erect, hung between her legs. "How do you like that?" she asked young Rita.
"Oh, Mom," said Rita quickly. "Come and fuck me!"
Mrs. Spencer climbed up onto the bed. She mounted her daughter with the hefty prick strapped around her waist. She jammed the long fuck-joint down into Rita's sweet pie. Rita gave a little guiding touch to the head of the rubbery meat and then felt the long fat wedge of artificial cock go sliding into her body. "Oooh, God, Mother!" she screamed. "It's perfect. It's gonna be a great screw-ing.
"You bet," said Mrs. Spencer. "Just relax and pretend that this is a man doing this to you."
Rita closed her eyes. She pictured herself in bed with her father. She saw his big bone coming down into her open pussy. Then she felt her mother's titties rubbing against her chest. She opened her eyes just in time to see Mrs. Spencer kissing her nipple. She was rubbing her tongue up and down along the firm mammary gland. Then she felt the gouge of the terrific artificial cock ramming down deep in her cunt. "Ooooh, God," she screamed, "it's fucking big. It is so fucking large and fat."
"Yes," said Mrs. Spencer, "don't you just love it?" She was hammering away with the strap-on-cock inside her daughter's twat hole. "Isn't that just the best fuck ever, except of course, for the real thing?" She smiled and pressed her lips down around Rita's mouth. She pressed her tongue into her daughter's hot oral cavity. But she pressed even harder with her grinding hips and the huge plastic meat continued to travel in and out of her lovely Rita's pussy. "It's meaty in there, eh?" asked Mrs. Spencer. "Isn't that nice?"
"Yes," said Rita. "It's really nice." The younger woman rolled her body and the huge phallus continued to screw her down to the bed. She pretended that it was a real meat, and that instead of her mother being on top of her, it was her brother or her father, or one of the famous Dover High football players. She enjoyed every stroke of the rubbery bone, and she especially loved the way it worked on her clit, pulling and tugging and making it twitch. "Ahhhhh," she grunted, "I love it, Mom. I love it and I love you."
A moment later young Rita was gushing and flooding in her cunt hole. The rubbery penis was so thoroughly coated with lubricating ease-juice that it slid in and out with no resistance from the pussy walls. It was one long and terrific jam session for Mrs. Spencer's pretty young daughter, and before another five strokes had penetrated Rita's cunt, she was coming all over the place. "Fuck me, Mom," she wailed. "I'm coming so fuck me hard!"
Mrs. Spencer drilled her daughter's pussy with the strap-on prick. She penetrated hard and deep. She wiggled her hips between Rita's sweet dark loins and used her hands to hold her daughter's ass cheeks. She rubbed and pounded and hammered, as efficiently as a man might have done it. "Is it good?" she asked. "Is it really good?"
"Oh, God! Fuck yes, it's good," moaned Rita. "I love it."
When Mrs. Spencer's daughter finished coming, the joint was covered with gush. The older woman pulled the hog out of her cunt little daughter's snatch. "Just look at all that juice," she told Rita. "It's a shame to let it go to waste. Hint, hint," she added. She started unstrapping the belt.
"You want me to do you, Mom?" asked Rita.
"I sure would like that," said Mrs. Spencer. "Would you mind?"
"Lemme try that thing on," said Rita. Five seconds later she had the big plastic joint strapped around her waist. It hung in front of where her pussy was, It looked like she had a rubber cock with beaver pie hair around it. She played with it with her hands. "Look, Mom," said Rita, "I have a penis now. Ha, ha, ha. I have a penis." She couldn't get over the idea of the belt-prick. She loved wearing it and playing with the artificial cock as though it were her own real pecker. "Where do you want it, Mom?" she asked finally.
"In my cunt," said Mrs. Spencer. "Where do you think?" Mrs. Spencer got up on her hands and knees, however, and said: "But I want you to mount me from back there." She pointed to her rump. "You slide in underneath and I'll get it in."
"I can get it in," said Rita, offended that her mother didn't think she was capable.
"Of course you can get it in," said Mrs. Spencer. "I just thought I'd help you a little. In any event, come on and do it. I'm getting hotter just sitting here."
Rita mounted her mother from the rear. She did need her mother's help in placing the joint. It rubbed in and out a couple of times and then missed all together. It was then that Mrs. Spencer took the tip of the plastic cock and jammed it up her pussy. Having placed the meat that way, Rita was flush with her pussy up and grinding, the cock in front, into her mother's twat. She had the joint perfectly placed.
"Ahhh, yes," sighed Mrs. Spencer, "I love the feel of a good hot pecker coming into me like that." She looked down along her belly by bowing her head and looking back under herself at her pussy. She could see the rubber phallus going in and out and in again, filling her wet slopping cunt hole. "Oooh, yes, Rita! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" She reached back and pulled her daughter's legs up closer so that there would be even more of the artificial penis going in and out of her body. "I love that fucking from my daughter," she sighed. "I really do love it."
Rita, for her part, reached around and grabbed her mother's titties. "Just a little rubbing, Mom, to make sure you're really happy," She cupped Mrs. Spencer's big hanging breasts and rubbed the nipples. Then she massaged the base of the mounds, and she worked, the way a farmer milks a cow's teats, at squeezing the big mammaries. "Oooooh, shit," she moaned into her mother's ear, "I love to fuck you like this, Mom. It gets me hot all over again."
"Do it fast, darling," said her mother, whose hips had begun to roll in ecstasy. "Go really fast in and out and I'll be coming soon."
Rita Spencer picked up her pace. She jammed long and hard with her pelvis and crotch. The wraparound rubber prick went shooting in and out, around and around, in her mother's sweet honey pot. She shoved down hard so as to be sure and ream out Mrs. Spencer's entire flesh cave. The gush started up immediately.
"Oooh, fuck," groaned Mrs. Spencer. "That's the way to do it, darling. Really hard."
There was a slopping noise, the sound of the rubber meat grinding in and out of the wet flesh of a sex hole. The head of the big phallus rubbed at the interior of Mrs. Spencer's sweet flesh. Her body was filled with the long hard dick. The joint pressed hard, and the sculpted ring at the tip of the synthetic joint, scraped her clitoris. "It's good when you move like that," she moaned. "Do it fast and hard. Go hard, darling, and you're going to make me gush all over the fucking place."
Young Rita Spencer continued to plunge her hips forward, and the meaty rubber penis continued to roll in her mother's hot cunt hole. The juice made everything slippery and hot and wet. There was ooze leaking down the insides of Mrs. Spencer's trim loins. There was hot juice dripping from the cunt lips and making a small puddle. "Mmm," hummed the mother to her daughter, "just another couple of strokes, darling. Just a few more fucks from that thing and that'll be it."
Rita pressed down deep and the last throb of her mother's pussy signaled the end of the fuck. She extracted the long wet rod from the hot wet hole and lay back with it still strapped around her waist. "Gee, Mom," she said, sliding her fingers up and down around the thick dildo pole, "I love this thing. It works so well for both of us. We have to do this more often. It sure is nice." With that she undid the artificial penis.
Her mother lay off to the side of the bed panting and gasping. "It was a good fuck, darling," she said. "Much better than I ever could have done it myself." She smiled and spread her legs. "Look how much juice there was."
Rita leaned down inside her mother's pussy and licked up the obvious excess juice. She sucked on her mother's labial lips. She probed the insides of Mrs. Spencer's body with her young hot wet tongue. "Ahhhhh," she said, "I think I like eating you out, Mom, as much as I like sucking on a hot dick."
"I know what you mean," said Mrs. Spencer. "I know exactly what you mean." And they spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying each other's hot and lusty flesh.
VIII
The next morning, a week day, "the children", as Mrs. Spencer called them, were left along in the house. And young Rita Spencer woke up with that old lusty feeling between her legs again. She knew for sure how she would go about satisfying herself. She looked across at her sleeping brother and smiled. "Boy," she thought, "does he have a surprise coming."
She quietly got out of bed. She was naked and hot. Her smooth pendular titties hung donw just begging for fresh hot licking. She had her slender legs shimmering and rolling as she walked over beside her sleeping brother. "Mark," she whispered, "are you awake, honey?"
He didn't stir. She sat on the edge of the bed. He was on his back. Quietly, careful not to wake him, she pulled down the sheets. She took one look at his resting hog and blushed. "It's so cute," she said, "all wrinkled up like that." She slid her hand down between her legs and stared at her brother's genitals. She rubbed her mound and then entered her pussy lips with her long bony middle finger. She continued to look at Mark's soft cock while she rubbed her cunt. Soon there was a steady flow of hog goo coming from young Rita's sweet honey pot. The juice poured steadily as she neared her clitoris with her finger. Then she popped her clit with the bony digit. She flicked the little button of flesh back and forth and gasped: 'That ought to do it." She pulled out her wet slimy finger. It was covered with greasy ease juice. "Mmm," she said, looking at her finger shine in the morning light. "This is going to be nice." She dipped a different finger into the flesh well of juice. She plunged the digit a couple of times and brought it out. It too was wet with juice and ooze. She did the same thing will all five of her fingers.
Then she began to work on Mark's body. She rubbed very, very lightly, along his joint. She spread the ooze without waking him. She started up at the tip of his meat. At one point he stirred, but then he was asleep again. His sexy sister continued to tickle his cock with her wet and juicy fingers. Up and down along his rod she stroked. Soon enough he began, even in his sleep, to harden. His meaty prick took on its most powerful shape. The more that Rita rubbed at it, the bigger it got. "Oooh, yes," she giggled to herself, "he's going to wake up very happy." She grabbed his hog with her entire hand.
Mark woke with a start. "What the fuck?" He looked down at his crotch where Rita held his juicy meat. "Ooh," he said, "I should have known." He smiled and Rita smiled back. "You horny or something?" he asked.
"Me?" she said. "Look at that boner you got there. I never saw the likes of that before." She laughed at her little trick she'd played. "Isn't it you who's horny?"
He laughed and grabbed his sister around the neck and pulled her down on top of him. "You just can't get enough, eh?" He kissed her on the lips and she spread her legs so that she could capture his long wet joint between her thighs. She rubbed up and down and made sure to give the head of his meat a good stiff roll. She jammed around on his cock for a while rubbing her titties on his chest. Simultaneously, brother and sister French kissed.
"You know," said Mark, breaking the embrace he'd begun, "you are too fucking much."
His sister blushed. She slid off his body and played with his joint with just her hand. "That meaty prick of yours is awfully large," she said. "Would you like me to suck it?"
Mark smiled. "I wouldn't want you not to." He watched his sister bury her head in his crotch. He saw his joint going in and out of her swaying and bobbing head. She used her lips to cup and seal the wet bargain. She used her tongue to rub the tip of the muscle, and she used her long silky blond hair to rub against his balls and belly. "Mmmm," she hummed, rolling the wet phallus in and out of her face, "it's so fat and greasy. I love it that way." She smiled and pulled on the meat with both of her hands, she guided it back into her thick wet lips. The inside of her mouth was hot and moist, and it was there that she placed the big mushroom head of her brother's phallus. "Mmmm," she hummed again, "I love it." She concentrated on giving the galvanized sword of flesh a good long tonguing.
"Nice," said her brother, "You do that, Rita, with real pizzazz. Real nice style." He smiled and took her head in his hands. He rolled her mouth on and off of his long stiff fuck-stick. 'That's the way," he said, pushing her head onto a good large portion of his joint. "Just suck it right up." She nibbled here and there on the ear of flesh corn cob. She stuck out her tongue and coiled it around the thickest part of the stem of the meat. Then she rubbed the hot pink heart-shaped tip against her face cheek. It was soft, tender, hot and moist. "Oooh, yeah," said Mark, "that's good, sis. That's really good."
She smiled and kissed his pubic forest. She went licking down between his legs and soon she arrived at his nut nest. There she splayed her tongue so as to be sure to get a good lick or two on his balls. Then she crawled up along his strong and muscular belly. She rolled her tongue around in his navel. "That's tickling me," said Mark. "Quit that."
"Can't take it?" asked his sister, teasing him. Then she suddenly became very serious. She arranged herself between his legs and let her light and pillowy mammaries drift around on either side of his wetted hog. She spread her boobies so that they would rub and caress his joint. Before long, Mark's phallus was the biggest it had been that day. His sister's chest was a very accommodating and delicious feel. "Good," he said, "really good. Do that a little longer and I'll come all over your titties."
"Oh, no," screamed his sister, "I want that jism up my cunt. Not on my chest."
"I thought you liked it on your face and all," said Mark.
"Sometimes," said his sister, "but today I'm really horny. Look." She sat up off his hog and showed him her cunt. She spread the lips. There her flesh was soft and succulent and wet and ready for his penis. "Look how empty it is," she said. "I need something big and fat in there. Like your penis. Not your finger, either, at least not on a full time basis."
"Sure," said Mark. "Come up here and sit on my face, and then I'll plow that tube as much as you want it."
His sister climbed up around his face. She draped her pussy in his mouth. She filled his oral cavity with beaver pie, and he was only too happy to gobble it all down. He gave her long swabs of his tongue, and he provided her clitoris with good hefty licking. "Mmmm," he hummed, "nice and tasty today." He smiled and continued licking. He rubbed his tongue up and down along her clit and then he sucked on the labial lips. He rubbed his mouth muscle back into the honey pot, and finally he gave her the kind of screwing with his mouth organ that she could really appreciate: he reached all the way up inside her cunt tube and spread his meaty muscle out inside there.
"Oooh," she screeched, rolling her butt and her cunt on his face, "I love that. I really do fucking love it." She sat down hard on his face so that her cunt could get even more of the delicious eating. "Mmmm," she sighed, "I love that. Make me cream a little that way. Make me gush with your tongue."
He shot up hard and fast and licked her clit. He rubbed the twitching little twat stub with his tongue. Soon she began to juice profusely. The lovely smelling ooze dripped down her brother's nose and chin, along his neck. "Yeah," he cooed. "You delicious piece of ass. I like it." He swabbed the inside of her body again and again, and she continued to rock and roll on his eating mouth. "Uuuuuuhh," she moaned, finally, "I think you better stuff me with that cock of yours." She climbed down to his meat and licked the length of the shaft. The jumbo prick of her brother was hot and ready. It was sticking up in the air and it was easy for luscious Rita to get her mouth over the cap. She did so instantly, right after licking the shaft, and she pushed as much of the meat as her cramming mouth would allow in. "Mm-mmmmm," she hummed, "mmmmmmm."
The small vibrations from her singing caress went traveling down her brother's stiff flesh. The rigid rod shook with delightful wet ecstasy. "Be careful," he told her, "or I'll be coming in your face."
She pulled her mouth off the boner. "O.k.," she said, "I'm gonna sit on it. You ready for that?"
"Sure," said young Mark Spencer. "Go on and stuff yourself with my meat. I'll give you the kind of screw, sis, that you been needing. I promise you that." Then he watched his sister straddle his prong. She settled down over it and used one hand to guide him in, between the sweet lips. "Ahhhh," he sighed, watching his meat screw up out of sight into her wet hole. "Look at that girl go!!"
She sat down hard. She rocked from side to side. He reached up and took her titties with his two hands. He rubbed the caps of her mammaries, and then he kneaded the flesh of her mounds. He rolled the nipples in his palms while his fingers worked the flesh of her smooth tanned chest. "You're beautiful," he told her. "I love screwing you." She blushed and sat down even harder. She leaned forward and her titties pressed against his muscular chest. He wrapped his arms around her butt. His hands were full now, instead of with titty, with butt cheek.
"Squeeze," she grunted. "Squeeze hard."
He rolled her ass flesh in his strong fingers. He pinched off big bites of fresh butt roll. Then he plunged a digit up her tight anus track. He shot his finger high up into his sister's bowels. He rubbed around in the tight shit tube while his sister's pussy squeezed and gushed on his jumbo prick. "Good," he told her. "That's the way, Rita. Fuck my penis really hard."
She went slamming up and down, sliding back and forth, bending his fat hard-on with her pussy. She went from side to side. The big juicy stick was all the flesh she needed to make herself happy and gushing. "Oooh," she moaned and pulled and pushed on his tool with her twat muscles, "I love your joint, Mark. I have to have more of it in my body. Please screw me hard, Mark. Really hard."
He hammered upwards to give his sister what she wanted. Then he fired off his jism. Long spurts of come filled the back cavity of her incredibly heated and wet hole. The come just kept coming. He spurted and the juice filled up Rita's flesh cave.
"Shit," she moaned, gushing herself, "I love jism." Then she hopped off his rod and planted his still squirting meat in her face. She sucked up the remaining drips of jism juice and swallowed it all down. She used the come to fill her belly. She used her hands to massage the base of the no longer pounding joint. She rubbed and milked it with two hands. She gave him a first-class rubdown that he would never forget. She used her tongue to cleanse his meaty rod, scraping with the wet muscle to get off all the juice and all the extra sperm that his balls had pushed out. "I love to suck and fuck with you, Mark," she sighed, laying back finally. "Nobody fucks me the way you do." She cuddled in her brother's arm.
"Is that so?" asked Mark. "Nobody?"
"No one," she said.
"When we first started you were a virgin," said Mark. "I know," she said.
"So who else have you been fucking?" asked Mark. "You said no one fucks the way I do, so you must have somebody, or some people you're comparing me to. So who is it?"
Rita blushed. 'There isn't anyone else," she said. But she knew he had her, that he had caught her, not that it really mattered. "I swear Mark, that...."
"Tell the truth," he said. "I don't care. Who is it that doesn't fuck as nice as I do." He had a big smile on his face. "I'll bet I can guess, though."
"You can not," she said. She lay back next to him. She was nude, and so was her brother. She was blushing, however and he was not. He started to stroke her loins, but she took his hand away. "You have no idea who else I fuck. Besides, it's my private business." Again Mark stroked her long tanned loins and her thigh. He lay on his side and rubbed his finger down between her legs. "You could never figure out who I've been fucking in a million years."
"You want me to guess?" said Mark.
"No," said his sister, taking his hand off her leg again. "Why do you keep touching me?" she asked.
"I thought you liked it," he said. She smiled and he kissed her on the lips, gave her his tongue. She Frenched back, and their little fight was over. He pulled his tongue out of her face and headed for his sister's sweet and large chest. He picked off one cherry nipple with his quick lips. Then, tugging on the thing, he stroked it from inside his mouth with the tip of his mouth organ. "Oh, yeah," she moaned, "it's nice like that." Mark continued to rub his tongue into his sister's slick mammaries. He splayed his meaty mouth muscle along the flesh hillside then went down into the flat valley. Soon he arrived back at her face and he kissed her again. She accepted his long wet tongue with her open and passionate mouth. "You're good," she said when he pulled away. "You're really good."
He climbed onto her body and stuffed her full of his wet hog. "I'm going to screw you the way you like it," he told his sister. "You'll be begging for more when I get done with you. You'll want my prick in your pussy all night long." Then he started drilling in her honey well. The head of his meat landed back in the rear canyon of her cunt hole. He went deep and long in one tremendous stroke. He filled her full of hot cock meat. "Ooooh, shit," she cried out. "I'll beg you right now: fuck me. Fuck me really hard, Mark."
He rolled his big flesh prong way inside her body. Long gushing pieces of cunt flesh coiled around his stiff rod of sex muscle. She swayed her hips and managed to jerk on the head of his meat with her pelvic bone. She used her clit to rub against the rigid portion of his cock. Soon he was pumping his organ faster and faster in and out of her great slick hole. "Ahhhh," she sighed, "I love it, Mark. Screw me hard."
He continued to pound. But at the same time he chose to wrap his fingers around the flesh of her buttocks. He kneaded those ass cheeks until finally they were pink and hot and sweating. He stuffed a knuckle's worth of finger up his sister's bunghole just to be sure she knew how lucky she was. His joint slid down her cunt tube another notch, at the same time.
"Oh, fucking-a Christ!" she hollered. "That's good, good, good!" She rubbed her pelvis, the flat portion of smooth flesh between her hips, along his pubic forest. His meat twisted inside her luscious cunt hole. She had a perfect wet grip on his phallus and she used it to advantage. She squeezed and rocked on his meaty joint, both at the same time. She reached down between her legs and fiddled with his nuts while his long penis continued to rub in and out of her hot wet cunt slot. "Oh, yeah," he muttered, "just keep on rubbing."
She rolled his testicles between her bony fingers. She used her other hand to play between his ass cheeks. Her face was blushing crimson when her brother filled her mouth with his muscular wet tongue. "Mmmm," she hummed, sucking his long mouth organ into her throat. "I love it," she said when the kiss was over. "I love to fuck and suck with you, Mark." It was then that Mark let go of his full shot of jism. The first squirt landed deep in his sister's cunt hole. He slammed his meat hard and the hot pudding went streaking around in the back of her soft cave. "Shit," she grunted, "that's so fucking fine." She waved her hips on his magic want: "Do it more."
Naturally, he continued to squirt hot come into her body. Her cunt lips and interior fleshy muscles squeezed, milking the juice out of his spurting organ. The second and third squirts of semen juice were as strong as the first. Then came a machine gun and rapid fire series of tough pulses that scattered come here and there along the walls of his sister's hot twat box. Finally, he let go of her, and though he was finished shooting off in her body, her pussy muscles continued to squeeze and jerk his hot rigid dick muscle.
"I love it," he said, laying limp on top of his sister's warm body. He leaned to her left titty and squeezed it with both hands. His lips surrounded and captured the cap and nipple. He sucked up the bud of cherry ripe flesh. There were chills and there was sweat, and her titties were happy for his licking tongue. "Mmmmm, yummy," she cooed, continuing to rock around on his spent but rigid flesh rod. "You give me hot and cold flashes," she told her brother. "I love it."
"Good," said Mark who now extracted his rod. He licked his sister's mammary glands a couple more times. The pillowy soft pieces of chest flesh were ready for even more stimulating effects. Mark rubbed them with his tongue and then crashed next to his sister's hot body. "I'm tired," he said. "I got to rest a bit."
She smiled and stroked his wet joint. "I know, Mark," she said. "That's o.k." She waited a moment r before she crawled down between his legs and licked off the excess juice, both his and hers. She used her fingers to curl around the base of the meat, and she used her lips to suck up whatever was there. She finally used her tongue in the last moments of the suck. Going here and there on the fat shank, she rubbed his muscle down from orgasm and into a more natural but less lusty state. Mark closed his eyes and looked a lot like the ass he did when his sister first began working on his crotch muscle earlier that morning. He was ready for a nap, at least, and maybe a couple hours more sleep. Somewhat gratified with the pleasure her brother had given her, lovely luscious Rita Spencer retreated to her own bed: "I wonder when Daddy's going to be home," she sighed to herself. "Maybe he'll finish me off."
IX
Rita Spencer didn't have to wait long for her father to get home. She was laying nude in her bed with the sheet covering only a portion of her body when both her parents walked into the bedroom. "We're back," said Rita's mother and father.
"Oh, hello," said Rita. "Where'd you go?"
"Oh, a little shopping, a little breakfast," said her mother. "Cover up, though, darling. After all."
Mr. Spencer winked at his daughter who covered herself up. Her brother was still asleep. "What's gonna be happening now?" she asked her mother. "Well," said Mrs. Spencer, "I have to go out for a while, but your father's going to take care of some gardening."
"Yes," said Mr. Spencer. "A little bush trimming." He smiled knowingly at his-daughter who caught his meaning. A short while later Mrs. Spencer had left for the rest of the day, leaving Mark and Mr. Spencer and Rita alone at home. It didn't take long for Rita to pop out of bed, into the shower, and from there into her father's waiting open arms. "I missed you, Daddy," she told him, settling her nude bottom in his naked lap. "I really did."
"We better be quiet," said Mr. Spencer. "We don't want your brother to be waking up." He got up off his bed and shut the door to the master bedroom. "There," he said, his massive joint swinging back and forth as he approached his lovely little girl. "I'm going to screw your brains out, little darling," he added as he tacked her down to the bed. "You're going to get some fine fucking."
Rita smiled and opened her lips. "I sure hope so," she said, and then she kissed her father long and hard on the mouth. She gave him all of her sweet young tongue and he did the same, French kissing her back with his juicy mouth muscle. His crotch stick was rubbing against the inside of her sweet moist legs. "I like the feel of your body, darling," he told her. "It's nice and smooth and warm." He went down to her titties. There he picked off one of her sweet nipples. He applied his tongue and rubbed up and down along the highly caressable titty tip. He sucked the thing back and forth between his lips and used his tongue to caress the very tip. Then he went sliding up and down along his daughter's hilly chest. "Mmmm," she hummed to him, holding his head in her hands, "I like it when you do that."
"Good," he said, "because I intend to do a lot of sucking on these mammary glands of yours."
She watched him work for a bit and then she asked: "Why do men like titties?"
"I don't know," said her father, "but they sure are soft and tasty."
"Why do you like them, Daddy?" she asked watching her father caress her nipples and tits. "I mean you can tell me."
"I like them," said Mr. Spencer, "because they feel good in my mouth. I like to rub them and suck on them. It makes me feel good. Especially big breasts like yours, darling."
"Are my titties really big?" she asked, fishing for a compliment.
"As big as your mother's tits," said Mr. Spencer. "I like hers too." And with that he ended the conversation by filling his talkative daughter's mouth with fresh tongue meat. He jammed his mouth muscle down her throat and forced her to shut up so that he could enjoy the feel of her soft young flesh. He knew that the time wasn't far away when a woman like his daughter would not be interested in him at all. He intended to take full advantage of his little girl right now. He slid up and down along her heated and feverish body, rubbing his joint especially against her legs, his face against her boobs. "Ahhhhh," he sighed, "this is perfect."
From her chest he worked his way down to between her legs. He kissed smooth brown stomach on the way. He landed at her cunt. "Did you douche today?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, "just a little while ago."
"Good," said Mr. Spencer. "I want to eat a nice fresh pie." He rubbed her cunt lips open with his fingers. He inspected the sweet beaver dish in front of him. There were a couple of flaps of flesh that oozed juice and then the dark tube beyond. He stroked the lips of the pussy hole with his long ready tongue. From there he went deep, drilling for her clitoris. He located Rita's twat penis and rubbed it up and down.
"Oh, good," she said. "You found it right off."
"Of course," said her father, "the easiest thing in the world." He continued to probe at his lovely daughter's meaty little twat muscle. "Mmmm," he hummed on it, "isn't that nice?"
"You're telling me," she said, waving her hips from side to side. "Nothing could make me feel better." She smiled and reached down and took his head in her hands. She rolled his face in her cunt hole. He reached in with his tongue and caressed the hot little pussy joint. He flicked it up and down. His daughter wailed: "Fuck it good, Daddy. Fuck it really hard and good." He continued to roll her pretty and slippery clitoris beneath the tip of his tongue. He chewed the surrounding flesh with his lips. He sucked the hot joint stuff into his mouth and swallowed. He loved the taste of her fresh young cunt, and nothing could have made him stop eating his daughter. "You know," he finally said, having to come up for air, "you have the sweetest cunt I've tasted since your mother. How about that?"
"You really like it, Daddy?" she asked spreading her long tanned loins wider. "I mean really?"
"I sure do," he said, going back for more of the pie. "But I'll tell you what," he said suddenly interrupting himself, "why don't you roll over and let your Dad get a feel of your asshole, too? Eh?"
She smiled quickly showing him her splendid white choppers and thick wet lips. "I'd like that," she said, turning over slowly. She gave him a sensuous look at her long legs and then into her butt-hole.
"Yes," said Mr. Spencer, inspecting his daughter's lovely ass. "Very, very nice." He smiled and leaned down to press his tongue muscle between her slender rounded ass cheeks. He rubbed his mouth organ into the rump crevice. He filled the crease and brushed it up and down to make sure it was plenty wet. He wanted to know for sure that her lovely tube was good and well-lubricated before he started plowing it, though his daughter didn't know for sure that that was what he had in mind. He smiled and continued to lick around and stimulate her sweet ass flesh.
"Oh, Daddy," she cried out, "I love that tongue of yours. You ream me better than anyone ever did." She rolled her buttocks in her father's hungry licking face. She reached back and pulled her soft creamy cheeks open so that he could get even more mouth muscle up her asshole. "Really get it in there," she begged. "Stuff me up good."
He was only too happy to comply with each and every request his daughter would make of him. He stuffed her anus, he licked her sweet crotch, he kissed her ass flesh. He was sure to rub his finger in and out of her cunt, to rub her clit, to massage the back wall, too. He used his free hand to rub her titties, also. He rubbed the nipple, the mound of breast flesh, and he even tweaked the titty tips-all of this while concentrating at the same time on drilling her ass tube with his tongue. It was a splendid ass ream, one that his daughter would never forget.
"Oooh," she hollered, "it's so fucking wet, Daddy. I think it's time for you to fuck me."
"Yes," he agreed, and she started to turn over thinking to show him her cunt tube. But sh fe some pressure on her neck and she was not able to turn over. She was forced to remain on her belly. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Don't you want to fuck my cunt?"
"Yes," said her father, "but in a minute." With that he lifted his hot joint up to the slot between her ass cheeks. He rubbed back and forth in order to give his meaty flesh prong a good long feel of her ass crack. The underside of his powerhouse meat caressed the tops of his daughter's ass cheeks. He kept one hand tightly squeezed around her nape just to be sure she wouldn't try to move in the wrong direction. The other hand played gracefully along her available butt space. He worked his joint, slowly but surely, down toward the entrance to Rita Spencer's terrific bunghole. "It's going to hurt at first," he cautioned her, "but then it'll be good. Are you ready?"
"Ready for what?" she asked. "Daddy, I don't understand."
"You will," he said. With that he forced the head of his mushroom joint down into the entrance of her asshole tube.
"Uuuuhh," she grunted, "it's too fat for that. You can't...."
But it was too late. Mr. Spencer wrapped his hand around her waist and held onto his bucking daughter. He slammed his meat down the length of her rocking shit tube, filling the anal cavity as quickly as possible. He jammed her chock full of hot bony pecker meat. He felt the long tubular muscles of her ass crotch squeeze shut on his joint. She immediately began to sweat. He felt her swell with sexual lust and heat as she wailed out: "Oh, please, go easy, please. Oh, no. Please. Stop." She continued to wail while he jerked his meat in and around her sphincter muscle. The tight tube was one long terrific rub for his thick feverish phallus. "Mmmm," he hummed, "that's perfect." Before lovely Rita knew what had happened, her father yanked his meaty joint out of her shit tube.
"Oh, God, Daddy," she said, "next time you have to warn me you're gonna do that."
"Alright," he said. "Consider yourself warned." He started to mount her again.
"Wait," she said, "let me get some lubricant in there." She reached to the bedside drawer where she knew her mother kept some sort of grease. She brought out the tube-it was oil-and spread some along her father's hot cock. Then she applied a gob of the stuff to her asshole. It ran everywhere so she had her father put it in. He took the tube of thick oil and stuffed the end of the applicator up her asshole. He squeezed on the tube and the runny viscous oil shot up into his daughter's bunghole. "There," he said, capping the tube, "that ought to hold you."
"Yeah," she said, "that's a little nicer."
Her father prepared to mount her rear end again. "Ready?"
"Stick it in," she said, reaching back and holding her buttocks open for him. "Go and fuck my asshole, Daddy. I'm ready." She waved her butt as though that were some special proof. Her cheeks were delectable, her tube was open.
Her father took his well oiled joint and applied the mushroom head to the entrance. He jammed the long stick of flesh down the tight anal corridor. He rubbed his fat meaty rod in and out of the slick shit canal. 'That's nice and smooth," he sighed in her ear. He was flat across her body except where his joint was stuffed in her butt, and his face was next to her face. He rubbed his hot rigid penis in and out of her rump, enjoying every inch of her tight cavity, getting the big butt fuck of his life. "I like it," he murmured in her ear. "Your mother likes it this way, too. Do you?" He waited for her reply.
But Rita was blushing so severely, and she was so hot and lusty and orgasmic from the feel of her father's joint in her cavity, that she could hardly speak. She rolled her hips, though, and her father took this to be an affirmative response. "Oh, yeah," she said finally. "I like it." But her voice was soft and broken, unable to say more. "I like it."
He pulled his meat out of her butt tube and said, slapping her playfully oh the buttocks, 'Time for the real thing, honey. Roll over again."
She rolled over and looked at her father's meat. "Can I clean you off first?" she asked.
"Of course," he said. "Good thinking." His daughter grabbed up some Kleenex and rubbed his meat up and down with it. She rubbed and dried her father's fat penis. Soon the grease was off, as was the shitty matter, a coating from her asshole, and he was ready for some lubricating suck action. She threw the tissue over the side of the bed and leaned between her father's legs. She applied her thick wet lips to the task of rubbing his meaty joint wet.
"Good," he said, watching her work. "Keep that up." She splayed her tongue out across the head of his prick and she wet down every inch of the big firm muscle. She worked on the thick shaft and she coiled her tongue around the huge base. Finally she stroked up and down and made sure that all of the head was thoroughly coated with her wet saliva. Soon she had him as wet and ready for fucking as any man can be. "O.k.," she said, sitting up out of his lap, "I think you're ready."
"You know what?" he asked softly.
"What?" she asked.
"You're right." He smiled. Tm ready. You?"
"Yu p," she said. She lay back and spread her long tanned loins. She had a cute beaver, as he well knew, and the thick lips were wet and slippery. He looked at the hole and nodded his head: she was hot and willing and hungry for his meaty pecker. He leaned down between her thighs and applied his long stiff rod. "There you go," she said, feeling his bone slide into her cunt space. "Right on in. A home run. Touch down. Good shot. Bull's eye."
She rolled her hips around and around on the skewering arrow of flesh. Her father's meat was like a big hot spike, taking her over the coals. He rubbed in and out of the precious space and gave her all the roughshod fuck action she could possibly use. He used his meat like a malleable tool, rubbing and bending, bending and rubbing, just so. He made her hotter and lustier than she could ever remember being. She loved the feel of her father's joint rubbing around inside her body, almost as much as she appreciated the cock action her brother gave her earlier that day. "Oooh, shit," she moaned, "I love it. Fuck me hard. I love it so much that I need to be fucked really good and hard." She rolled her hips up and down, and the hot prong continued to go deep inside her flesh cavity. "Mmmmm," she hummed, and her interior folds of squeezing succulent flesh began to juice all over his rod. "Do it to me," she moaned. "Do it hard." There was gush everywhere-slippery, oozing, hot wet gush.
Her father began a steady rhythm. He would pull back, just before the outside of her juicy lips, and there he would begin back in. He stroked long and hard, plunging his hefty rod of penis meat in and out of her slippery grabbing cunt muscles. He continued to ride her body in this manner until she started shouting: "Oh, God, I'm coming. I'm coming!" At that point he slammed even harder, deeper, longer. The strokes had terrific thrust power and filled up the tight space of his lovely little girl's cunt.
A moment later Mr. Spencer began to come. His daughter's flow of ooze triggered his own orgasmic fuck. The spraying semen juice went shooting off out of his cock and into her hot wet flesh. He filled her up, flooded the moist canal, in five quick spurts. The rest overflowed the hot canal and ended up dripping into a puddle between their rocking sweaty bodies. He yanked his spent meat out of her cunt and crawled away on his side.
She followed him, however, and worked her face down into his crotch. There she attacked his joint with her tongue and lips. She sucked him up into her face and worked away on the tip of his mushroom head. She made sure to get every last drop of his come into her face. She swallowed it all down, too, and then pulled out of his lap. Her luscious pretty young face was blushing and heated. "Ahhh," she said, "Daddy, you give a good fuck."
"Thanks to that pretty pussy of yours, Rita, it's no big deal at all." He smiled and looked down at his daughter's open dripping twat. "You better go clean up before your mother gets back," he said softly. "Or before your brother wakes up." She hopped off the bed and her big soft titties bounced this way and that as she made her way out of the bedroom and into the bath, there to douche for the second time that day. She'd managed to fuck both her brother and her father in no less than five hours.
X
Mrs. Spencer arrived home late that afternoon. And Mark Spencer didn't wake up until early evening. He was exhausted from the morning fucking with his sister, and from the long hard hours he'd spent fucking both his mother and his sister in the previous weeks. So Mr. Spencer and his daughter had no trouble at all covering their tracks.
The next day the situation was reversed. Mr. Spencer had occasion to visit with an old college buddy, and his daughter spent the day with a friend from Dover High. This, naturally, left Mark and his mother alone in the house. Once again they were able to take advantage of their sexual interest in each other.
"How do you want to do it, son?" asked Mrs. Spencer over the morning coffee. "Do you want to sit on my face today? Or maybe stuff my asshole? I like it like that, you know."
Mark appreciated his mother's interest in anal fucking. But as for himself, he enjoyed the fuck up her shit tube, but he preferred, for the final consummation, a good run in her cunt. "Why don't we play it by ear?" he suggested. He was sitting in his underwear, only the cotton briefs, as his mother saddled up along side him. "Anyway you like," she whispered in his ear, "is fine with me." She let her hand slide down along his bare chest and belly. She arrived at the briefs. "Do you like a little rub from the outside?" she asked, stroking the developing lump in his underwear. "Or do you prefer that I go right down on it?"
"I like it all," he said. "You know me, Mom. Whatever makes you happy." He watched his mother's fingers travel along his husky thighs. She worked her agile digits around the place in his pants where his cock had begun to spring to life. "You're getting good and stiff," she said. "It's nice to see a young man get hard like a rock. I like that." She grabbed at the protuberant underwear. "Good," she said.
"Really good." She squeezed what could only be his massive cock meat. "You're going to give your mother a good hard screwing today, son. Isn't that right?" She smiled and crawled down under the kitchen table between Mark's legs. "Let me get that thing out so that I can work on it." She reached between the elastic band and his muscular stomach. She pulled the underwear down off his hips and around his ankles and off his feet. Then she stared up between his spread legs. "My God," she groaned, "I love that big thing." She reached up and attacked his crotch muscle vigorously. She peeled the pubic hairs gathered around the base of the root back and away. She patted them down and clenched in her tender fists her son's stiff fuck-stick. "There," she said, milking him casually, "isn't that nice?"
Mark couldn't see what his mother was doing without looking under the table. But that didn't matter so much because she was giving him a tremendous thrill whether he knew how or not. He tried to imagine what she was doing. The feel of her tongue was unmistakable. The thick portion of her wet mouth muscle spread out across the head of his rod and licked him clean and moist. He liked that feel a lot. It was like running a piece of wet satin across his meat. "Mmmmm," he said, "I don't know exactly what you're doing, Mom, but whatever it is, it sure is great." He pulled his chair away from the table to be able to watch his mother work on his cock.
"Oh, yeah," he said, seeing her now. She followed his moving chair like a glued mouth on wheels. She stuck right with him and when he stopped moving she slid her hands under his buttocks. She was on her knees between his spread legs with his joint in her mouth and her hands under his ass. "Mmm," she hummed, sending chills up and down his boner. "That's nice."
She worked her hands along on his buttocks. She'd palmed his cheeks, and now she was kneading the flesh of his ass. She used one finger to play with the entrance to his bunghole. Meanwhile, she continued to suck on the thick hot rim of his mushroom crown. Before long she had him exuberant and highly aroused. "Mom," he moaned, "we got to get into bed." He reached down and pulled around her head. He brought her up to his belly and then off her knees and to his face. She sat down with her robe spread so that her smooth ample thighs rubbed around his leg. She kissed him on the lips with the same mouth that had been eating his crotch and fuck-stick. She gave him all of her tongue and then pulled away. "You're right," she said, "we better get into bed."
He brought her up to his belly and then off her knees and to his face. She sat down with her robe spread so that her smooth ample thighs rubbed around his leg. She kissed him on the lips with the same mouth that had been eating his crotch and fuck-stick. She gave him all of her tongue and then pulled away. "You're right," she said, "we better get into bed."
He followed his mother to the master bedroom, the same place where the day before his father had fucked his sister. He climbed into bed with his mother who was slipping out of her robe. He pushed her back and her slippery thighs spread open. He fell down between her legs and opened her hot cunt lips with one swab of his tongue.
"Oh, God, Mark," she cried out, "are you going to eat me?"
"Mmm, yes," he said, sucking up one lip and then the other of her big bushy vagina. "I'm gonna eat your hole into ecstasy, Mom, just the way you did my cock." He probed the inside of his mother's fleshy pussy with his tongue. He gave her a long drilling with the tip of his mouth muscle, and then he applied a quick rubbing action to her clitoris. Soon she was rocking and rolling up and down with her beaver pie in his mouth. "Oooh," she wailed, "I love that, Mark. You're my special son." She slipped her hands down along her belly, thinking that she might take his head between her spread fingers, but then she decided to work on her titties. She picked off her own cherry buds and rubbed the nipples while her son continued to lick in the sap-producing space between her comely legs. "Good!" she gasped. "Really fucking terrific!"
Mark plunged his long sword-like mouth muscle in and out of his mother's hot cunt until she begged him to use his cock. He then climbed up around her smooth belly and beyond. He skipped her crotch, for the time being, and brought his phallus to rest between her big juicy titties. He took one large tanned breast in one hand and one in the other hand and pressed the big soft bobbies around the shaft of his joint. His mother's chest was hot and smooth, and the feel of her succulent breasts rubbing against his shaft was enough to make him come right then. He pulled away in order to save himself for the final squeeze in her pussy.
"Oh, shit," she moaned, "grind it into me, honey. Com on and fuck me." She reached down and palmed her son's hot penis. She took the rigid piece of flesh in her hands and used it like a tool, as she would have used a dildo. She placed the mushroom beef steak inside the confines of her sweet hairy cunt lips. She pushed him down a little further, still handling his meat with two hands by the base, and rubbed his cock head against her hefty thick clitoris. She managed to get the clit meat rubbed so quickly, and so thoroughly, that before she knew it the inside of her body was twitching up the ladder toward orgasmic ecstasy. "It's gonna be so fucking hot," she whispered in her son's ear, and then she licked his ear and sucked it with her thick juicy lips. She continued to rub her cunt with his hot young thick meat.
"Oh, God," he hollered, "I love to fuck my mother! I love it!"
"Good," she said softly, in contrast with his loud voice, "but you better be a little quiet or the neighbors are going to begin to wonder." She let loose of his hot dick with her hands and curled her palms around the back of his ass. She pushed down and got herself another couple of inches of hot beef steak up her twat hole. That's good," she said. "That's really fucking good." She was referring to his new fuck stick action. He was sliding in and out of her hot wet hole, giving her all the muscular pussy action she could possibly desire. His meat hammered down through her body, tacked her to the bed. "Uuuuuuuhhh," she grunted, "I love it."
She kneaded the flesh of his ass cheeks and even poked around in his anus. She came out and took the same shit juiced finger and rubbed it along her lips. She sucked off her finger in order to lube it. Then she plunged the digit back between her son's buttocks and rubbed and wet down his ass crotch. "You're good to me, honey," she told her son. "You screw me just right, Mark. I love it." She continued to play with his bunghole while he screwed his meat in and out of her pussy hole. Everything was slippery and wet, coated with ooze. A puddle of clit juice had begun to form on the sheets underneath them.
"It's gonna be a big orgasm," said Mark, "when it happens."
"For me, too," said his mother. She waved her hips from side to side as if to underscore the face that she was having a good time and expected a top-drawer orgasm. "It's gonna be terrific." She worked her pelvis up and down and around. His joint continued to rub to and fro inside her meaty flesh dish. It was a long sliding feel for them both. Soon, Mrs. Spencer began to use her meaty cunt muscles to squeeze and milk her son's hot hard hog. The cock responded in kind, throbbing a bit, running her through a little deeper than usual. Their bodies smacked together like applause as the gush continued to flow from Mrs. Spencer's hot honey pot. "Ahhhh," she sighed, "it's good."
"Yeah," said Mark, "only I think I might come pretty soon now. Are you ready?"
"A few more strokes," she said. "Get my clit with the head of your meat and I'll be orgasmic."
He aimed for the tip of her clit with the crown of his meat. He caught it on three perfect shots and started the chills climbing in his mother's belly and chest. When the hot and cold flash arrived in her brain, she let loose with her come juice: "Oh, fuck me! Shit piss fuck asshole cunt suck fuck me fuck!" She was oblivious to what she was saying, but her body was working in perfect unison with her son's hot rolling phallus. It was a good orgasm for them both, one that was quite satisfying. Mark had fired off at exactly the moment when his mother had begun to wail in ecstatic oblivion. "Mmmm," he hummed to her softly as he rolled off her sweaty tender body, "that was super, Mom. Really fucking super." He lay off to the side to catch his breath.
She rubbed his legs with her hands. She turned around on her side in order to do so and her big soft titties drooped down on his chest while her hand toured his crotch. "Is that all you have for Mommy?" she asked as she fiddled with his swollen wet hog. "Just one quickie?"
"Ah, Mom," he said, "I got more, but I got to take a little break now and then. You know how it is."
She smiled, continued manipulating his joint and said: "I was just kidding, darling. You take all the time in the world." She kissed his manly nipples and worked her way up to her hands and knees so that she would eventually be able to swivel her face to his crotch. She kissed his belly with tender open mouthed kisses, rubbed his hips with her strong female hands. And she quickly arrived at his joint with her open mouth. "Now," she said, "you're going to get a really nice oral massage. You just lay back and relax."
With that, Mrs. Spencer applied her open wet mouth to her son's large meat. She started by licking the tender sensitized head. She swabbed the crown of his mushroom head and worked her way down along the shank. She arrived at the base.
There she curled her meat around the stiff prong. She also made sure to give his pubic forest a good long licking. Everything in his crotch was wet when she started back up the pole. She held it in her two hands and rubbed the head of the meat between her thick wet lips. Her tongue supplied enough lubrication for a donkey prick. It was all juicy and .wet as she licked and sucked her son's hot hard penis. "You know," she said, taking a short breather, "your meat is as big and rigid as your Dad's, and you're much younger than he is."
"Interesting," said Mark. "I don't get it."
"Just a little comparison," said his mother. She went back to licking her son's crotch muscle. She rubbed it up and down with her squeezing fingers and long narrow wet tongue. Soon she had him throbbing and ready for another hot fuck. "I think you're getting awfully hot," she said, watching the muscle glow with sexual energy. "Are you?"
"Yeah," he said softly, "I think so." For some reason he pictured his sister's long hefty mammaries. He looked down at his mother's hanging tits. They were exactly the same: brown, tanned, soft and pillowy with pointy nipples and big mushroom colored caps. The titties were red and blushing with chill. "Your boobs are awfully nice," he said. "Bring one up here and let me lick it a little before we go in for another big screw, Mom. O.k.?"
His mother laughed and said: "Of course, dear. Of course." She hung her chest over her son's hot willing mouth. He was hungry to lick her titties, to suck her nipples. She gave them to him one at a time. The first nipple he sandwiched between his tugging hot lips. She squeaked a little as he pulled the hefty mammary from side to side with his sucking lips. "Nice," she said finally, pulling her titty out of his face. "Try this one." She gave him the other breast.
"You know," said Mark, using his hands to hold the titty off for an instant, "I love to suck your breasts, Mom. It really makes me feel good." Then he placed the smooth titty inside his mouth. He rubbed the cap with his long wet tongue and he sucked the nipple with strong moist lips. He gave his mother's chest a first class rub down with his hot mouth and muscular oral organ. Soon she was so hot and chilled, at the same time, that she had to have his cock in her cunt.
"I need you," she begged in a lusty whisper. "Mark, my son, I need your cock up my pussy. Give me your penis." She didn't wait for him to supply her with the answer to her request. She climbed up around his hips on top of him and reached down between her legs where his big stiff muscle flopped against her ample tender loins. "I'm gonna screw myself silly with this thing," she told her son. "I'm gonna use it to make us both happier than ever." She placed her boy's meat in her cunt. To do so she had to spread out her pussy lips and get the sap producing hole open. It took her just a minute or two to get it done. Then she slid his long fat phallus into her body. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted, "it's bigger than ever, Mark. It's so fucking fine. She rolled her hips and looked at her son. "Mark?" she said. "Is something the matter?"
Mark had a strange look on his face, something his mother had never seen before. He was staring out across the room in the direction of the door way. "I love your joint," she said, rolling her hips one more time to try and gain his attention. "I love fucking you. We've had such good times I don't know how to tell you." She leaned down and kissed her son on the lips while she had his cock stuffed up in her cunt. He still didn't respond. "Is something the matter?" she asked. "Are you alright?"
Finally Mrs. Spencer looked in the direction of the doorway where her son had been staring. She, too, was quite surprised: there stood her daughter and her husband, both of whom had been watching for quite some time.
XI
It took a while for the Spencer family to straighten out their meaty problem. For one thing, Mark was under his mother when his father entered the room, and it made him feel at a slight disadvantage. For another he suspected that his father and his sister had been balling for sometime, but he didn't want to mention that right off-it was his "ace in the hole".
Mrs. Spencer, after she recovered from her feel of embarrassment, knew for a fact that her daughter would probably not have much to say: after all, the two of them had, only the week before, been balling together. So mother and daughter could always stick together, and a united front would help in this sticky situation. She slowly but surely crawled off of her son's hot pecker. She was waiting for her husband to scold her, or make fun of her, or whatever it was he would do on discovering the incest going on under his nose, in his own bed.
But, of course, he couldn't say much either because Rita and he both knew that they were as guilty-if guilty is the word-of incest as Mrs. Spencer and Mark. She he was somewhat reluctant as to what he should say. He hesitated and then came over and sat down on the bed next to his naked son and naked wife. Mrs. Spencer was dripping hot ooze from her twat and the stuff was puddling between her legs on the sheets. She started to apologize, but her husband raised his hand and told her not to speak even a single word. He motioned for his daughter to have a seat next to him, but that first she should undress. She did, and so did he, and then everyone sat around while he spoke:
"I think we all have to admit that we've been balling. Let me tell you, darling-" He directed this to his wife, "-that I've been screwing with our lovely daughter, with Rita, and that I rather enjoy it. Similarly, I enjoy fucking with you. That's one reason why I don't mind seeing you have a good time with Mark. It makes me happy to see that our family is so sexually oriented. It's good for the soul. So I don't want anyone to be feeling bad about what they've been doing."
"Oh, God," said Mrs. Spencer, "I was hoping you'd say that. This is wonderful that we're all together." She smiled and scratched an itch in her crotch. "It pleases me that we can all get along so well together."
"In that case," said Mark, "maybe I should be the one to tell you that Rita ..."
Rita winked at him. He didn't know whether he should go on or not. Then he continued, despite Rita's heavy blush: "Rita and I have been balling together, too. It's been a lot of fun and we've been having a good time-"
His father stopped smiling for a moment. He paled at the thought, and then caught up with himself. "I suppose," he said, admitting as he had to that his son had as much right as he did, "that it's for the best."
Mrs. Spencer ached for a moment. "You mean to tell me that all these weeks you've been screwing Rita as well as me?" She was irate, but then, she, too, had to admit that it was only fair that her daughter and son have an equal opportunity to ball each other. She smiled and said: "I suppose you two are adults now, and, well, I guess it's going to be alright after all."
"That's right," said Mr. Spencer, "this bed is big enough for all of us." With that he took his wife in his arms and forced her down on her back. "Oh, Spence," she moaned, "that's so nice." His hefty hips filled her pelvis, and his big crotch muscle filled her leaking twat the same cunt that only moments before housed her son's long fat penis. "God," she cried out, "this is going to be fabulous." Over, her husband's shoulder she directed Mark and Rita to enjoy themselves. "It's only right," she said. "You two fuck too!"
Rita climbed up on Mark's body and took her mother's former position. She spread her legs. Her cunt was oozing lubricant well before she ever entered the bedroom because her father and she had been discussing the possibility of a quick fuck before they discovered Mark and her mother. That was, in fact, the reason they'd come to the master bedroom together. So she was quite capable of sliding right on down on her brother's hefty wad of cock meat, scooping the thing into her wet slippery hole, and getting herself going right off. "Oooh, shit," she moaned, looking over at her father and mother who were balling, "this is going to be great." She rubbed her cunt up and down on her brother's hefty sword of flesh. She ran herself through with the thing, in fact, and before long her clit was twitching and her interior flesh was squeezing, all of this because of her brother's long hot prick.
"Mmmm," hummed Mark, "that's the way to get me going, sis." He looked over at his mother who was on her back with his father's huge phallus fucking her. "Look at Mom and Dad go, Rita," he said to his sister. "Aren't they something."
"You keep Rita hot," said Mark's father. "In a minute we're going to switch. So you get ready, eh?"
"Sure," said Mark. "Ready whenever you say." He plunged his hefty meat upwards into his sister's hot rolling pelvis. He filled her with as much flesh spike as she could possibly use. She wailed with delight as his great flesh poker stabbed her in the cunt. "Ahhhh," he sighed, "that's the way to move, sis. It's really fine." She leaned down and pressed her fingers around his manly titties. She pressed her lips to his lips and filled his mouth with her tongue. He enjoyed the feel of her big mammaries rubbing against his chest as she sucked on his tongue and his joint with her mouth and her wet pussy hole. Her fabulous wet interior flesh muscles were working out on his long fat rod as he screwed up and down inside her body. "Uuuuuh," he grunted, "I love it, Rita. You're a great sister."
Meanwhile, his father's long phallus was doing up his mother. Then at just the crucial moment, Mr. Spencer said: "Alright, everyone, let's switch." He pulled his meaty rod out of Mrs. Spencer's hot cunt and lay down in her place. Mark's sister climbed off of her brother's hog and crawled over her mother and onto her father's erect and wet penis. She settled down on his joint. Mrs. Spencer slid sideways and Mark took the same position, his body on top, that his father had been using on Mrs. Spencer. He jammed his hefty rod of cock flesh into his mother's soaking wet clit box. He rubbed around long and hard. The whole family was wailing with ecstasy.
"Shit," grunted young Rita to her father, "it's so fucking good to have your joint in me again, Dad." She rode up and down on his long prick. She waved her hips from side to side and enjoyed every inch of her father's hefty meaty bone. "You have such a big fuck-stick," she told him. "I love it."
And meanwhile, Mark Spencer continued to fuck his mother's hot pussy. He slid down deep in her soft fur, between her luscious labial lips, and screwed her fleshy pussy. He filled up the hole as best he could. She moaned up to him: "Oh, Mark, isn't this nice?" He leaned down and took her titties in his two hands. He rubbed the hefty mammaries from side to side. Then he tweaked his mother's nipples. They were cherry red buds, indistinguishable from the same organs on his sister's chest. She was well-preserved that he didn't honestly know if he preferred Rita, his sister, or his mother. He loved the feel of their hot smooth breast flesh in his hands. He kneaded the flesh and continued to pound his meat into her hot hole. "Ahhhhh," she sighed, "yes, son. That's the way to do it. Screw your mother up good!"
She rolled her hips under her son's banging phallus. Her cunt squeezed on his hefty joint. There was plenty of juice everywhere, and Mark took every advantage of the fact by jamming his meat several times in a row into the hot wet hole. "Mmmm," she moaned at him, "do it to me hard, son. Really fuck your mother hard!"
Simultaneously, his sister Rita was working her sweet pussy up and down on Mr. Spencer's long pecker. She was rolling her cunt lips open and squeezing her father's meat with all the hot muscle action she could possibly give him. She used her insides to give him a good slippery wet feel. Her clitoris was twitching with delight because of the feel of her father's long phallus up inside her cunt hole. "Do it to me, Daddy," she moaned. "Do it to me really fucking hard."
A moment later lovely Rita began to gush on her father's sword. She spread juice everywhere. She spilled her come up and down his thick bone of cock flesh. She squeezed and rolled and went orgasmic on his thick massive joint. "Mmmm," he hummed to her, "that's the way, darling. That's just the way to make me hot." And with that, Mr. Spencer began to spray his juice around inside Rita's sweet squeezing hole. He gave her eight or nine hefty wads of hot semen juice, every one of which triggered chills in Rita's sweet flesh. "Ahhhhh," they both sighed together, "that's just right." Rita climbed off of his joint and dripped come and juice along his leg and onto the sheets. She was wet and sweaty and ready for more sex. She and her father watched Mark and his mother finish off. "Look at them go," said Rita. "Aren't Mom and Mark terrific?"
Indeed, Mark was pumping his mother's hot pussy with all the strength his body could supply. He was humping and grinding and stuffing his mother's wet cunt hole with a massive thick boner. His joint could be seen, occasionally, flying in and out of Mrs. Spencer's juicy wet beaver. Suddenly, Mrs. Spencer's lovely tanned flesh became orgasmic, too. "Oooh, Kee-fucking Christ!" she hollered. "I'm coming, son. I'm coming all over your bone. Fuck me hard, Mark. Really slam it in, Mark. Fuck me! Shit piss fuck me!"
He wailed as hard and as fast as he could in his mother's hungry twat. He gave her all the hot penis meat he had, and his body went slapping like thunder as he bombed in and out of her pussy. He gave her a full screwing, tacking her down to the sheets, skewering her with his strong-as-steel branding iron. A moment later he, too, was coming, spilling his boiling semen into his mother's honey pot. "Ahhhhh," he sighed, "oooooh, yeah, Mom. That's the way to move." She was revolving her hips around and around on his thick, squirting penis.
A few minutes later the entire Spencer family was" sprawled out arm in arm in various states of half-consciousness. For the time being they were sexually exhausted and much in need of sleep. But it wasn't long before supple Rita Spencer opened her eye on her brother's meaty pecker. And the look in her face meant only one thing-that she was hot and lusty and horny, and ready for more of that good old family sex. It didn't take her long to get everyone else involved, too.
And that's the way the Spencer household spent the rest of their summer vacation.
