Bert Small was nervous. He was sixteen years old and he had yet to get laid, something that was about to be rectified by his pal, Bob Wade. At least that was what Bob had promised. One thing was certain, and that was, Bob was going to get laid.
"Hey, she's a real bunny," Bob was telling him. "I mean, why d'you think the guys in high school call her 'Mrs. T?' The T stands for twat. She has one hot twat. We take her back home, to my house, we put some movies on the projector, you know the kind, and we fuck the lovely ass off Mary."
Bert fidgeted, avoiding the leer that was Bob's constant expression these days. Ever since the two of them had gone in for weight-lifting and had built their bodies up to really look extraordinary, the girls in school were falling all over themselves trying to get laid. But the truth was, Bert was scared, never having done it before.
Mary Corso was a good choice. She was a natural blonde, the same age as they, with hair past her shoulders, bright blue eyes, a cute, upturned nose, a full mouth, and a reputation for fucking like the proverbial bunny rabbit. It was a known fact that she had a standing appointment at the clinical testing laboratory every morning to have her blood checked, to make sure she had caught no social diseases. So far, she had been lucky. She had really big tits, a slightly fleshy waist which was visible in the summer when she wore a halter and shorts, and nice wide hips along with a really big ass. Bert loved big asses, though he had no idea why.
Both Bob and Bert were muscular, with Bob perhaps an inch taller than Bert's five-feet-ten. Bert had black hair, Bob had dark-blonde hair. Bert had a prominent nose, just right for nookie-pushing according to his buddies, while Bob had a small, upturned nose that never teased a hole correctly when his tongue was working on her clitoris. Both boys had firm, rugged jaw lines.
The only thing bothering Bert about fucking Mary was the fact that Bob would be present. He didn't like the idea of exposing himself in front of another male when it wasn't in the shower room, though he had nothing of which to be ashamed. Hell! He and Bob had been in baseball competition in school for years, and afterward, they always showered with the rest of the team, and Bert knew he had the biggest cock on the team-or it seemed that way when in its flaccid state. He had never displayed an erection to the other guys, nor had they done anything like that in front of him.
But hell! It was time for him to get laid. Mary was just right. Shit! Anything with a cunt would be just right. He smiled.
"Something funny?" Bob asked.
"Just thinking what Mary'll say when she sees those movies," Bert replied.
Bob laughed, but it was a vacuous laugh. He drummed his fingers on the door of Bert's old Hornet. He was obviously becoming impatient with Mary, who was in the ladies' room at McDonalds, where the car was presently parked.
It occurred to Bert that for all of Bob's bullshit, he might well be as virginal as himself, because like himself, Bob had spent all his time working out and building muscles when not getting A marks in class. Bob talked a lot about cunt, and Bert had no doubt that tonight Bob had every intention of fucking the blonde, but why would he need the bolster of those movies he had borrowed from another friend, along with the projector?
Not that Mary would give either of them a hard time. She loved the idea of making it with athletic-looking guys. But making it with Bert Small was something extra-special to Mary Corso. Not that she was in love with Bert or any such nonsense. But Mary wanted to break into TV, and it was well-known that Bert's mother, the glamorous Sarita, had once been a TV queen. In fact, she had reigned over the box from the middle sixties to the middle seventies, giving it up only when her husband insisted she stay home with the kids who were in their formative years. So Sarita-that was the only name by which the TV audience knew her-stayed home and brought up her son, Bert, and her daughter, Nana, who was a year younger than Bert. She proved a far better mother than the father would have supposed.
Bert had never thought in terms of his mother being a glamorous star. To him, she was his mother, nothing more, nothing less. But Mary had seen every bit of TV film Sarita had ever starred in, and so had become an admireer of the now-thirty-six-year-old woman. She wanted to break into TV, and figured even out here, in Razorback, Arkansas, she might have a chance if she ever met Sarita and the woman gave her some tips.
"Here she comes," Bob whispered to Bert, and the two of them watched Mary approach.
She was wearing blue-jean cut-offs, even now in early October, but then here in Arkansas the really cool weather didn't set in until early December. She had on a shirt that had once been white, but was now colored with multiple splotches, because she studied art and the paint got all over her shirt. The shirt had been washed more times than most, but the paint splotches remained. She had sandals on her feet, but no socks. Large hoop earrings adorned her lobes.
"Shit! Now that is really prime cunt!" Bob was saying. Bert didn't doubt it for a minute.
She had an intriguing look about her, and in spite of the fact that she put out for all the macho guys at school, or perhaps because of it, Bert expected she would one day succeed in her ambitions. Hell! She oozed sexuality. His father had once told him all the big movie and TV stars, the females, that is, got where they did because they were bed bunnies. Naturally his mother wasn't like that. As far as Bert was concerned, his mother had been a virgin when she had gotten married, and he knew for a fact that she had been faithful to his father all during their married lives, or at least for as long as Bert was able to remember..
"We were afraid you fell in," Bob said to Mary as she got into the car.
"Very funny," Mary snorted, looping her arm through Bert's as he started the car.
CHAPTER TWO
They were in Bob's home, now. Bob's parents were divorced, and this was actually his father's house. But hs father was never home. The man had a bit of a drinking problem, which translated into his always spending weekends at the house of some drunken floozie, who was even more soused than he. Not that the old man bothered getting laid. Drinking was more fun than fucking as far as Bob, Senior was concerned.
The projector was in the middle of the living room floor with the screen at the far end. They were seated on the wide sofa behind the projector, off to the side so they would be able to see. Once in the house, Mary had wasted no time, but had undone her shirt, revealing that she had no brassiere on underneath.
Bert had seen naked breasts before. Although his mother and sister were priggish about the way they dressed, he had often caught glimpses of a girl who lived in the house on the other side of his. Her window was opposite his, and she got a big kick out of undressing in front of it when she knew he was watching. But she only let him see her from the waist up. That particular girl had nice-sized breasts, but he had to admit Mary's were bigger. She was sitting in his lap, and he was fondling her, touching the big, pink nipples for the first time as Bob turned on the projector, and the blonde was writhing as her tongue washed through his mouth, kissing the boy as he had never been kissed before.
"Oh, jeez!" Mary gasped. "You sure turn me on, Bert," she whispered. "Let's you and me go upstairs and make it while jerko over here watches movies, huh!"
Bert was jolted. He had never thought of Bob as being a jerk. In fact, he had always thought of Bob as being more worldly than himself. Bringing Mary here had been Bob's idea in the first place. But the idea of ditching his blonde friend was something he had not considered, and now that he was considering it, he realized he might be considering a little too long. Feelings of loyalty toward Bob struggled with a raging erection, and he finally decided on a compromise.
"Let's go into the next room," he said, referring to the den, though there was no door between the living room and the den. "We'll be far-enough away from Bob."
"I hope so," she snorted, glancing at Bob.
Bob laughed as if Mary were making some kind of joke, and reaching out, he patted her thigh. He also kneaded at the same time, but Mary thought it beneath her dignity to respond to what he was doing to her. She shook her head as if annoyed at his touch and returned her attention to the dark-haired Bert.
Bert, in turn, wondered how much longer he would be able to stand the pressure and friction of her tight, round large ass against his hard cock. Her kisses were heightening the effect she was having on him, unlocking floodgates of sensation that made him dizzy. He was no more able to keep himself from kissing her than he was able to stop rubbing his cock against her ass. She sighed when he continued playing with her breasts in front of Bob, and leaning over, nibbled on his earlobe. Then she jerked, sat up, and slapped Bob's hand as she yelled, "Ow, you stupid jerk." Bob had tried grabbing her ass.
"Hey, come on, Mary," Bob said. "I ain't such a bad guy."
"Hell! Keep working at it. You're getting there."
The movie oh the screen was something at which Bob began staring, but Bert and Mary were too busy. They didn't bother about moving to the next room. They remained on the sofa.
Mary had been sitting sideways in Bert's lap, and now she twisted and squirmed around until she was straddling him. His erection seemed to surge upward against his pants, and if it weren't for scant millimeters of fabric, their sexual organs would be touching. Oh, God!
Bert's mind churned with a multitude of ideas to get her panties off and fuck her right there, in front of Bob. Bob would probably look at what was on the film anyway. Her naked breasts were rubbing against his shirt-front. The sight of her full mammaries, the nipples a rich candy-pink, made him tremble with lust. He leaned down and tried sucking her entire breast into his mouth but it was too big.
He clutched the melon-firm swells of her large buttocks with both hands, and that was when he discovered that although Bob was watching the film, his own hand was pushing into the crack of Mary's ass. But Mary didn't seem to mind. Far from it, she shifted her weight from one knee to the other, moving her ass rhythmically, as if some fantastic engines inside her, having idled and warmed up, were now ready to begin in earnest.
Bert slipped one hand forward and fumbled with the top button on her cut-off jeans, finally opening it. The gap in her pants instantly began to widen as she pushed her belly against the zipper, making it open.
Bert pushed his fingers inside, touched the elastic leg band of her silk bikini panties, and felt the soft fluff of golden hair sticking out and tickling him. Her panties were so tight, he had room to push one finger under the leg band, but no more. He pushed it deeper through the hairy tangles until it touched something that felt like the sodden lips of a mouth. It was indeed a mouth, and it "kissed" his finger while also responding to Bob's hand, behind.
Bert felt dizzy. He had never gotten this far with a girl before. Oh, Jeez! It was really something touching that hot, wet pussy. Mary was obviously enjoying it, rubbing back and forth against his finger. Yeah! She loved it!
Mary suddenly leaped off him, and for a moment Bert thought she had become angry at him for taking so many liberties so fast. But no, she was undoing her belt, tugging down her shorts and panties, also pulling off her shirt. She cursed a moment when she was unable to get the tight cut-offs over her sandals, and she had to kick them off. Then she knelt in front of Bert, undid his pants, and tugged them, along with his undershorts, down in a single motion. Bert felt relief for a moment from the incendiary tension as his blood-engorged cock stood up in the air, a gigantic pylon, far larger than anything Mary had expected. Even Bob, who had been looking at the movie, turned his for a moment and.said, "Holy shit! That even dwarfs me! And I'm big!"
She tugged his shoes off and pulled his clothing from around his ankles, and then returned the tension to his cock by playing with it. He pulled off his own shirt, and then she was pressing her naked form against him.
"You have the biggest cock I've ever seen," she smiled. "Does it bother you that I've seen a lot of cocks?"
"Well, hell, one of us has to be experienced," Bert commented.
"That's a healthy attitude," Mary smiled.
He wished he knew enough to say something complimentary about her vagina, but he knew so little about them. It felt good to press his fingers into the gooey, hairy slush between her thighs, and it felt even better when he slipped a finger inside and ran it in and out.
"Do it now, Bert, do it now!" Mary gasped. "I can't hold off any longer. I want it ... I want it all ... just give it to me . ... "
She lay on her back on the sofa, and he hovered over her, gripping her big, fleshy buttocks in both hands. He pushed forward, poking the head of his cock against her soft vaginal hairs and the even softer flesh beneath. Her fingers reached down and managed the navigation at that point, guiding the throbbing shaft exactly where she wanted it to go.
"There!" she gasped. "There! Do it now!"
"Oh, yeah! Oh, Jesus Fucking Christ!"
This last was a gasp of sheer delight, a spontaneous salute to the satin secrets of her inner recesses. What he was feeling exceeded his wildest imaginings-the slippery, quivery reality that gripped his hard cock in a slithery clasp-God! He squirmed forward, trying hard to push every last monstrous inch into her. Without having fucked before, he might have imagined her inner warmth and moisture; he might well have imagined the smooth texture of her rubbery rear globes in his hands; the pillowy pressure of her marvelous breasts against his hard chest; the arousing beauty of her face so close to his own, the lips so rich and red, the teeth so gleamingly white. But it was impossible for his inexperienced mind to have put all this together at the same time. But now he didn't have to bother with imagination. Now these senses were overwhelming him all at once, sluicing through the floodgates of his perceptions.
Even if he had been able to imagine all these things, he still wouldn't have possessed the total reality of her. He would have missed the wonderful aroma of herthe musk of her cunt, the perfume behind her ears, the tantalizing scent of her entire body in heat-a maddening aroma of a fully aroused female. He would have missed that marvelously astringent quality of her tight vagina-the tickling tingle that made it seem as if her vaginal waters were having some kind of chemical reaction on the super-sensitive skin surrounding his thick prick. He would have missed the sound of her gasping and the aroma of her sweet breath coming in loud, halting gasps from the depths of her lungs. Most important of all, he would have missed the existence of a second individual; a girl who liked him, if only for the moment, and who wanted to feel the full length of his steampole riveting its way through her sensory channel.
"Well shit! How about me?"
That was Bob's dispirited grumble as he got up and noisily headed for the kitchen, making a racket and showing his obvious displeasure because Mary had chosen Bert, first. Bert wondered why Bob had left since he obviously liked looking at the movies. Jesus! If he liked watching fucking on film, wasn't it even better to watch it taking place in the flesh? But he didn't spend too much time contemplating the whys and wherefores of Bob's behavior.
Mary didn't even seem to notice Bob's moving around. Her eyes were closed at the moment, and she was nibbling her lower lip as if concentrating solely on the hard cock rummaging through her interior. She lifted her hips to make each inward thrust of his cock a violent collision against her body. Each withdrawal was almost a total withdrawal, with even the corona coming out and only the littlest bit of tip remaining inside.
Now that he was in, he was pounding away as rapidly as possible, moving his cock even faster than she was able to respond with her squeezing cunt. At one point she stopped trying to keep up with him, and she hung on and let him pound into her at his own rate of speed, until it became a teeth-jarring gallop. She tugged her knees up around his body, letting him sink his cock even deeper into her sucking cunt, and then he felt her dainty feet kicking his flanks, urging him on as they all but clamped around him.
No longer gnawing at her lower lip, her mouth opened as if in an expression of pain or fear, but he knew it was neither, for he was neither frightening nor hurting her. She moaned and groaned, keeping perfect time to the solidly hammering plunges of his phallus.
Having rested for a moment and having regained some strength, she began moving once more, but this time she moved her lovely hips in a slow, circular motion, an orbit around the meaty axis that was spiking itself into the sucking core of her. She locked her smooth legs tightly around Bert's back in a powerful embrace, pulling him that much deeper into her, sucking him in like the vortex of a whirlpool would pull down a helpless aircraft carrier. It soon seemed to Bert that he was going incredibly deep into the jelly-like sheath that was swallowing him.
Her brilliant eyes opened wide, looking softer and more liquid than ever before. This time he didn't think of her in terms of being the school fuck-around. This time she was a wonderful female who was giving of herself to him. He felt himself drowning in those eyes. They held a look of wonder in them that matched the sensation he felt building up in his loins and he knew he was on the verge of orgasm. He had jerked off enough times to know what an orgasm was, but this one, well this one was going to top them all.
"GGGGG HHHHH AAAA NNNN GGGGG . ... " she gasped. "CAN'T BELIEVVVVVVE ITTTTTT ... S'HAPPPEN NNNN INNNN GGGGG ... FIRST TIME ... YOU'RE DOINNN NNG IIIII TTTTT ... YOU'RE ... HHHHH AAAAA NNNNN HHHHH ... BRINGING ME OFFFF FFFFF . ... " she babbled, whipping her head from side to side on its pillow of honey-blonde hair.
The glow he felt within him was a calm one at first, but as it expanded, it became shot through with crackles of electricity, with unbelievable flaming pyrotechnics that convulsed his body and made the youth want to scream out loud. He powered himself even more strongly into her, throwing his head back, unable to keep it inside him any longer. He exploded in hot wads of seminal eruptions that spattered the inner walls of her cunt and splashed through her girlish well.
"AAAAA YYYYY AAAAA NNNNNN NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH UUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA RRRRR GGGGG HHHHH UUUUU NNNNNN GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH HHHHH!" he bellowed, and then it was over.
He felt utterly drained, and at that moment, on top of the beautiful blonde, for an instant, he felt tired and wanted nothing more to do with her. But his face lifted for an instant and he looked at the screen, and what he saw drove all the tiredness out of him.
The reel of film had to be at least twenty years old. The black-haired girl on the screen was the same age as the girl who lay beneath Bert. That is, she was the same age twenty years ago that Mary was, now. Her body was utter perfection, the technicolor bringing out the rich tan of her flesh, the svelte curves, the full, perfect breasts, and the extra-large ass. Blood shot through Bert's cock, still in Mary's cunt, and it's stiffening surprised her, all but straightening her out. Then she looked at the screen and she also gasped. It was Bert's mother, Sarita.
CHAPTER THREE
No one called her Sarita anymore, but Sara Small still liked that name, and it was the way she liked to be referred to. Now, at thirty-six, she was no less perfect physically than she had been twenty years earlier. She lived a whole different life, a life she much preferred.
At the age of fourteen, she had come, with her stepfather, who had already been fucking her regularly for five years, to Hollywood. He had brought her there to show her off and make money using her. She had gone to smokers, had done some strip-teases, had gone to work for certain unsavory film producers and had made a dozen porn films before being spotted by a big-time producer who knew she would be big money at the box office. He had bought her away from her stepfather, had proceeded to fuck the lovely ass off her, discovered she had a natural talent for acting, and also discovered that on screen she gave the appearance of pure innocence.
As a result, at the age of sixteen, the biggest TV star since Lucy had arisen-in 1965, and she was billed simply as Sarita. She had a one-hour soap series on prime-time network TV, and it ran for ten years. It probably still would have been running had Sarita not taken time to run off and get married to Ernie Small when she was nineteen. Thus, when she was twenty, after filming a whole series of episodes well in advance, she had given birth to Bert. A year later, she gave birth to Nana.
They stayed in Hollywood until Sarita was twenty-six, and then, when her contract with the producer came to an end, a lucrative contract that put enough money in Sarita's bank account so that she would never have to worry for money again, Ernie Small had taken his wife and family and had moved to Arkansas where he made his living as a carpenter. Ernie was a carpenter not because it was all he was able to do, but because it was what he wanted to do. He worked hard, long hours, because he enjoyed working. But he always had time for his family, and saw to it his son and daughter were brought up correctly. He was proud that neither smoked pot nor had anything whatsoever to do with drugs. He knew Bert was at the age where a boy was feeling things, and he had taken the youth aside one day, and he had told him, "Fuck whom you want, where you want, when you want. But don't catch any diseases, and make sure the chick is taking precautions. If she isn't, then you take precautions. You don't want any unwanted bastards running around."
"Well, what does mom do?" Bert had naively asked.
"Your mother had an operation years ago, after Nana was born. She can't have any kids, anymore."
Sarita had her days filled. She enjoyed being a housewife, enjoyed being Ernie's wife in particular. No matter how tired he was, if she had the urge for sex, he always accommodated her. What was more, he was good, really good.
Ernie had known she was no virgin when they had married. But what he hadn't known, and what she hadn't wanted him to know was that she had fucked wildly before knowing him. She had especially fucked wildly when making those porn movies. Over the years, she had bought up just about every existing reel there was, or so she thought. There had been one reel that had escaped her. That was the reel her son had seen.
Now Bert had that reel, having paid Bob's friend his last fifty bucks for it, a ten minute reel that the youth had gotten for ten dollars from a store that sold used porno movies. The question was, what to do with it.
At first, Bert had wanted to show the film to his father, but he knew the man worked hard and had been good to them, and to disclose this to him might hurt him. So he had borrowed his father's projector, had taken it to his room, and had looked at the ten minute reel of his mother fucking, sucking, and taking cocks in the ass again and again. Anger welled up inside him that she should be no better than the other wanton whores in Hollywood. In fact, she was probably worse. In his eyes, she was horrible for having done things like that. But even as he watched again and again and again, he felt something else.
Mary had set off desire in him, teaching him the glories of fucking, and now, seeing his mother doing it on the screen, he realized quite openly that he had the urge to fuck her as he did Mary. God! She was even better-looking than Mary. Really built, and she really knew how to shake her ass. He was willing to bet his old man was really getting it good.
Common sense told him to stop thinking that way. She was, after all, his mother. He had to respect her. She had given him love and care, and had brought him up nicely. He loved her, and he had respected her until last night. Now he no longer respected her, but God, he did love her. The worst part of it was, he loved her like a woman, but he also loved her like his mother. Yet the more he thought about it, the more he realized if he didn't do something to soothe the seething desires inside him, he would explode. The simple fact was, he had to fuck his mother-at least once. He had to do it without his sister or his father finding out. Well that ought to be easy enough. Nana was always out with her friends, going directly from school to one of their homes, and his father wouldn't be home until six in the evening.
CHAPTER FOUR
The film in which his mother had starred had been instructive, among other things, though Bert hadn't really started learning from it until he had taken it home. He and Mary had seen his mother's face right at the end of the film, and he had bought Mary's silence with the promise that in the near future he would introduce her to his mother and his mother would tell her how to become a star in Hollywood.
Taking the film home and playing it in his room, he had seen just about everything possible that one might do between a man and woman, as well as having another woman join in, and a grand finale where two men took on his mother at the same time. Well, now it was his turn to get in some licks-literally.
It was three in the afternoon, and instead of hanging around school, Bert hurried home, knowing his mother would be there alone. On Mondays, she did the laundry in the morning, had lunch, did the housecleaning, and usually by this time she was finished. She would take a breather for an hour or two, and then would start getting supper ready.
He entered the house and heard the shower going. As he walked upstairs, the shower turned off. Smiling, he opened the bathroom door and saw his mother taking off a shower cap as she stood soaking wet, stark naked on the bath mat on the floor.
"Bert!" she gasped. "Out!"
She tried shooing him out, but he surrounded her with his arm, then crammed his mouth firmly against hers, and said, "I've been dying to kiss you like that ever since I saw you kissed that way on film."
"Bert, this is disgraceful," she insisted. "Let go of me and let me get dressed."
"In a minute," he said, and tugged her into his bedroom where he had the projector already set up. His mother had cleaned around it, not the least bit curious as to the reel of film on it, because it never occurred to her, her son would bring an X-rated film into the house.
Bert wasted no time turning on the projector, and the struggling woman, seeing herself on the screen, totally naked, realized what it was Bert had. That was when he released her. He stopped the camera and took the reel off, saying, "You don't want me showing this to dad, do you?"
"Of course not!" she gasped.
"Good! Then let's talk about the relationship you and I are going to have from now on."
"What do you mean?" she asked. "We're mother and son, Bert. Let me get dressed and we can talk this over further...."
"Oh, no!" he told her, and looking down, she saw the bulge in his pants, and realized the effect the film had on her son. But he was her son. She was his mother. Surely he didn't think . ...
"You know, you look the same after twenty years, mom. I mean, looking at you now, this way, I can see your tits haven't sagged, your skin is firm, and when I held you, you were as baby-soft as ever. I watched that movie about two dozen times. I stared at your full tits, as the tightness of your pink cunt and the beautiful frame of sparse black hair around it. I even jerked off last night looking at you. At first, I hated you for fucking for all those other men. But after a while I realized, I didn't hate you. I loved you. I loved you so much it bothered me to see those men fucking you. Then I knew it would have bothered me just as much to see dad putting the meat to you. You see, mom, I have this passion for you. I want to be the one to fuck you. I can't take you away from dad, but there's nothing that says I can't share you with him, without him knowing, of course if you follow me."
"Bert, that's incest. It's wrong!"
Fucking for all those other guys was wrong, too. You didn't love them, but you had to make a buck. I understand that, now. But I don't intend giving you money, mom. I'm gonna give you love. What's more, you're gonna take it from me, 'cause I have a feeling you want it almost as much as I do."
"D-don't you dare talk to me that way," she gasped, and her tongue automatically leaped out and moistened her lips. "What you're saying is not nice, not right, not decent. Whatever I did when I was a young girl I did because I didn't know any better. But I'm a woman now, with a family, and I expect respect from that family."
The boy smiled and took a step toward her, his right hand reaching down and cupping the swell in his pants. He didn't realize that she was looking at him not like her son, but like a man, realizing he had grown into something really special. He was all muscle and solidity, and any woman would have been proud to fuck for someone like him. She wondered how many schoolgirls he had laid already.
"I respect you, mom," he told her. "I respect the fact that you didn't know better when you went to Hollywood. I guess some producer conned you into fucking, huh? But the fact is, I also love you, and I want you, and I'm gonna have you. I'm gonna fuck that wonderful ass off you. That beautiful, big, round, tan ass. Look at you. You're all sexed up right now, 'cause you know I'm not bullshitting, but I'm hotter than hell for you. Well, I'm gonna fuck you, mom, I'm gonna fuck you now, and then I'm gonna fuck you whenever I get the chance. You know you want it, mom. Good as pop is, I'll bet you must miss getting it from more than a single cock now and again. Well, here's your chance to enjoy a second cock, a cock as good as anything pop ever put to you. I'm going to jam my joystick into that tight pussy of yours, and I'll bet your cunt'll suck on it like a kid at an udder. I'm going to fuck you whenever I want from now on."
Sarita tried one more time. She gasped, "Bert, don't you understand, if I committed sins then, let me bear them. But if you do this thing, then not only will I be committing sins, but so will you."
But Bert had dropped his pants and had pulled off his shirt in front of his naked mother. His throbbing cock leaped out and all but jumped at her, long, solid, and stiff, with a lavender tip, and she gasped as she realized the boy was as thick as his father, and even a bit longer. The little veins were blue as they ran through his massive staff, and the black hair was curly and in great abundance, covering his pelvis and his young, tan balls. There was already a glisten to the head of his cock as she realized he had been leaking seminal oil just talking to her about what he intended doing. A drop was showing on the end of the glistening glans.
"Here it is, mother," the boy said, smiling at her. "You manufactured it, and now that it's developed, it wants to go right back into the factory and 'oil' the works. I'm going to cram it into you, right between those juicy tan thighs of yours. I'm gonna work my cock around in all that black hair, and then I'm gonna shove it to the deepest part of that hot, pink tunnel inside you. I'm gonna bury myself to the balls in you, and then I'll slide it right back out only so I can slide it in again, and we both know I'm not gonna have no brothers or sisters because of it, 'cause pop once told me you been 'fixed.'"
"Bert ... no . ... "
"And when I'm in you, mom, I wanna feel you curl your legs around me the same way you curled them around those guys in the movies. I want you to fuck me as eagerly as you fuck for pop."
The mention of Ernie shook Sarita up. She gasped, stepping back and saying, "No, oh, no ... I won't let you---"
But the boy stepped up to her and clasped her wrists with his hands. He looked down at her full, tan breasts, seeing the brown nipples already starting to harden, reaffirming his own suspicions that his mother, in spite of the knowledge that this was wrong, was as aroused as he. He didn't touch the nipples though, not yet.
Instead, he drew her hand down and made her touch the thick length of his jutting cock. The lovely black-haired woman with the sparkling brown eyes and the short-bobbed nose trembled from head to foot, and her breath was rasping dryly in her throat. Without thinking, her fingers instinctively closed themselves around the pulsing thickness of the solid rod. She clenched the long, hard masculine organ, and she knew this was no longer a boy's cock, but one that belonged to a man. It pulsed with heated rapture, and she shuddered, weakened from the throbbing. Now her hand gripped it all the more tightly, but holding onto it for support. She was unaware of the boy lowering his face to her breasts as the two still stood there, and then his breath was warmly tickling her mammaries.
"Yes, yes, yes," he whispered to her. "I love that. Don't let go, mother. Hold tight to my cock, the cock that's going to go inside you after I kiss these fabulous tits where I nursed when I was a baby."
Her son's tongue suddenly leaped out and washed over one of her brown-pebble nipples, and Sarita felt a stab of delight shudder its way through her quivering body. His lips closed over the vibrant nipple, and she flinched all of a sudden, her hand tightening its squeezing pressure on his throbbing cock as she leaned into the boy for support, her knees suddenly growing rubbery.
Together, the pair of them sank to the floor, and she lay supine beneath his slim, muscular body. There was still no hair on his young muscular chest, and none at all on his belly, but it was clustered none-too-generously at his groin. Sarita hated to admit it, but after all these years of only one cock-no matter how superb that cock was, and it was superb-she was filled with wanton thrills at the idea of another penis being buried inside her. At the moment that cock was pinned between their bellies.
Sarita had come from a poor family in Mexico. Her mother had only known Sarita's natural father one night and had never seen him again. As a result, when she finally did marry a man, Sarita had already been born and was accepted by the man solely because he wanted to fuck the woman on a regular basis and was unable to take her without the brat.
When Sarita began growing up, it was obvious she would be even more beautiful than her mother. The girl was eight when her mother died of a heart attack. The step-father was all she had, and she had been brought up to be respectful. So it was, a year later, when he had ordered her to lie on the bed and spread her legs, she had no idea that what she was doing was something wrong. After all, he was now her father, the only one she had ever known, and when he gave an order, she obeyed. Fortunately for her, the man had a short, skinny penis, and the first time she felt discomfort without too much pain. After that, she spread her legs to accommodate him, until, after a while, she began getting feelings, and those feelings mushroomed a little more each time he fucked her until she had her first orgasm. After that, there was no stopping her.
How she didn't conceive was something she would never understand, but then the man had never been able to sire children on her mother, for that matter. She was fourteen, and already knew pidgin-English when he brought her to the States and Hollywood, and took her to some friends, wanting to sell her services. Since he was her father and ordered her to do it, she spread her legs for all these other men, and let them use her mouth and rectum, as well. One friend was into making X-rated films, and he wanted to use her in the pictures, telling her step-father there would be extra money in it for him if he agreed. So the man agreed. A producer who saw one of the films was taken with Sarita and saw she had something lacking in most women in the movies. She might mean big money, so he paid her father a thousand dollars if the man was willing to sell her to him, outright. For three weeks he fucked her every which way he knew, having some female friends of his teach her how to strengthen all the inner muscles in her body, and soon she was the best lay he had ever had or would-likely ever have. But all the time she did these things, she looked like such a pure innocent, he began grooming her for TV. She lived with him until she met Ernie Small, and then he had to let her go physically, and Ernie became the recipient of the best cunt, mouth, and asshole in all of North America. Since then, she had never, but never been fucked by any other penis. Now here was her son, bringing flames of pure lust mingled with love to life in her, for the truth was, she loved the boy, and also felt lust for him, a lust he had just awakened.
His mouth clamped tightly on her nipple, his lips pulling at it, his tongue licking it, making it swell as he aroused her, causing her to squirm. He mumbled with her breast still in his mouth, "I sucked t'ese when I wa' a ki'. Now I'm sucking 'em again ... wanna ea' you all over ... mmmmm...."
"Bert," she gasped. "Oh, my God! What's happening to me! Oh, God! This is wrong, all wrong! We mustn't ... don't...."
"But I'm going to," he said, taking his mouth from her breast. "I'm going to fuck you, mom, because you're as much a part of me as I am a part of you."
They were still standing, and he had backed her against the wall to keep her from falling. His penis was pushing forward, and he used his hand to guide it between her lips, her vulva lips, feeling it slowly but surely sink into the spongy humidity of her tantalizing vagina. Oh God! She was tighter than Mary; tighter, wetter, and hotter. Oh, God! This was fantastic! The hard penis pushed upward, the head traveling forward, sinking deeper into the center of the mother's throbbing feminine canal. Her lower lips sucked on the penile shaft as if it were tantalizing candy in a mouth.
"Ohhhhh ... yeeee yeeee aaaaa hhhhh...." he panted into her throat, kissing her all the harder now. "Oh, wow! You're so hot, slippery, aflame inside. You're all gooey in there ... ummmmm ... feels so good ... so good ... wow! You have the wildest cunt in the world, I'll bet. And that ass. So big. I always wondered why I loved big asses, now I know. I love your ass. You're mine, mother, all mine, always!"
Yes, she was his, his captive, his willing captive, though if he ever lost that reel of film, she would break the hold he had on her only because now she knew such things weren't right. But deep down she was already praying that he wouldn't lose it.
As a young girl being constantly fucked, Sarita had learned that once a cock was in her cunt, in spite of all the blustering any man did, she was the one in control. That lesson had been driven home even more clearly when she had been the producer's mistress while also becoming a TV star. Now, with her son's hard cock inside the press of her vagina, she was once again in control as she had been all those years earlier, and as she was each time her husband fucked her. The one fucking her was her "Little boy" and she was teaching him. The mother, in her wisdom, was instructing the son. She was teaching him everything she had learned naturally, because at the time she had learned it she had been unaware that such things "weren't right."
"I love you too, my son," she whispered to him, clinging tightly to him, pressing the cheeks of her ass against the wall behind her to get better leverage before thrusting forward to fit his cock into her seething pussy even more deeply.
Her motherly vagina, like the womb within it, snugly encased his cock, creating a feeling of security that had been lacking with Mary. His superb balls swung to and fro, beating against her perineum on each forward stroke. He wasn't able to go deep enough, this way.
Slowly she edged toward his bed, then moved around the headboard with his cock buried inside her steaming depths. She continued moving until she was able to fall back on the bed and take the youth with her. He fell on top of her, his cock still deeply buried, his balls nestling in the crack between her ass-cheeks. Oh, God! She loved it when he sank the massive length into her. At this moment she wished she was able to reverse the procedure of giving birth and shove all of him right back inside her it felt so wonderful.
"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Now that you've decided to do it, do it right! Do it hard! Fuck hard! Fuck deep! Don't stop! Don't hesitate to take a breath! All the way in! All the way out! All the way in again! Fast! Hard! You want my cunt? Then use it right, damn you! Fuck!"
"Yes, mother," the handsome boy panted, now the total novice willing to take instruction from the one person in the world he knew would not steer him wrong.
He sledge-hammered the phallus deeper and deeper into her cunt, banging it back to the nerve-center of life where his own had begun so many years before. Sarita knew the boy's cock was definitely longer than that of his father, and because it was equally thick, the greater length made her feel it even more. Not that
Ernie, her husband, had a short cock. His had been longer than any of the dozens of penises that had previously gone into her three orifices at one time or another, yet now Bert's was even longer. The head didn't merely beat against her back wall, but indented it each time he thrust forward.
The beautiful black-haired former goddess of the boob tube heaved her pelvis against him, meeting her son's driving phallus stroke for stroke, and when she wrapped her arms around his smooth shoulders his young mouth hungrily sought hers, and she yielded to him. As he fucked her, Sarita knew, this was only the first time. She was his captive, yet he was also hers. He would be with her many times, but when it happened, she would gain control over him and teach him the right way to do things. She would discover what it was like to have his youthful mouth drink from the fount of her cunt, and she would teach him the delight of having his cock sucked. All the lascivious desires she had kept suppressed in her when she had married were coming to the fore again, and if for only a little while, she would be able to give vent to them and do with her son things she had only done with her husband in the past seventeen years.
The boy's tongue darted between her soft lips, and she bit at it, nibbling with the edges of her teeth. She knew the thrill of his kiss now, and he was just as heady because of the way she responded. She lived to enjoy that wet seeking her adoring mouth was able to assist. His hard cock thrust surgingly into the tight clench of her steaming vagina, and his tongue matched the movement by thrusting into her mouth as her tongue guided him to do just that. The boy was matching the action of cock to tongue, burying one in her cunt, the other in her mouth, timing both with delightfully sensual rhythms that built a salacious cadence ready to drive her insane.
The beautiful woman bucked under the pelvis of her fucking son, riding the hammering staff and hunching to pull yet another inch of cock into her as if such a thing were possible. Her long, strong, powerful tan thighs thrashed, and she remembered he had said something about wanting her legs curled around him. So she lifted her thighs and wrapped her calves tightly around his waist. Her heels beat against the cheeks of his behind, and urged him on to greater speed. He responded like a horse being kicked in the flanks.
The handsome boy's penis became a battering ram that shook her with every powerful blow. Her full breasts bounced when the penile head slapped home, and her ass trembled as his balls thwacked against her tiny little brown asshole.
The orgasm that overcame Bert was so powerful and hit him with such speed, he was totally unprepared for it. His mouth opened and he bellowed, "AAAAAIIIII YYYYY EEEEE AAAAA GGGGG HHHHH UU-UUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA GGGGG HHHH WWWWW AAAAA NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH UUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA GGGGG HHH!"
He drove his powerful pike into the scintillating nexus of her up-thrust vagina, and Sarita, in turn, churned her ass around and around the throbbing organ as she felt the head of it flexing inside her. When he unleashed his sperm, his desire for her was so intense, it was as if he had never been with Mary the previous Saturday night. Rather it was as if he had never emptied his balls and his prostate at all.
Hot, wet, sticky semen flooded Sarita's inner cavity, and she reveled in the delicious warmth of it. The wash of white flow filled her with a sense of deliciousness she felt when her husband fucked her, but because it wasn't her husband, because it was yet someone else she loved, the orgasm was that much more powerful for her as she found herself attaining satisfaction.
"AAAAA Iffll YYYYY EEEEE AAAAA GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA WWWWW AAAAA IIIII GGGGG HHHHH!" she screamed as enchanted violence erupted within her, radiating from within like a tuning fork as she rolled her tight cunt around the still-hard cock that was emitting its last drops of seminal flow.
Then it was over, and he lay there on top of her. "Are you all right?" he asked, solicitously. "Yes," she replied. "But we have to talk."
"No," he responded. "There's nothing to talk about. I'm going to go on fucking you, and that's it."
CHAPTER FIVE
Ernie Small, six feet in height, slender, not muscular but not flabby, was an older-looking version of his son. His skin was more tan than that of his son, but that was because he worked out of doors all day long, and the winters in Arkansas were a long way from being the dreaded ice sheets they were in the neighboring state of Kansas.
Ernie had a longer nose than his son, and he was around a lot longer and looked like more of a man of the world. Otherwise father and son bore startling resemblances to one another. What his wife never knew was that Ernie had seen every one of her porn movies, and had fallen in love with the girl in them. She had sucked and fucked and still had maintained an air of total innocence, and that was because, in a way, she was innocent. To her, there had been nothing wrong with what she had been doing. It seemed the most natural thing in the world, and that purity of thought came through on her face.
Although Ernie's son looked just like him, his daughter did not bear a resemblance to his wife. On the contrary, fifteen-year-old Nana looked more like her father and brother than her mother. Nana was absolutely beautiful, with long, shining black hair, hair that fell halfway to her waist. She had a high forehead, two large brown eyes, a short, upturned nose, and a cupid's bow mouth. At the age of fifteen, her body was already fully developed, with high, swollen breasts even larger than her mother's, a waist just as narrow, but she lacked her mother's big ass. Though she had wide hips, her buttocks were round and tight. She wore the latest designer jeans with no trouble at all, but always had to wear tight brassieres to keep her full breasts from wobbling.
Seeing his mother on the movie screen had aroused Bert's inner lust for her, and his attack on her had brought out her desire to be overpowered by him. But Ernie Small, unlike his son, didn't need movies to know his own feelings. He loved his wife dearly, and when his daughter had been born, right from the first day, he had known she would grow up to be stunningly beautiful, with all of her mother's good feminine traits, even though she had the feral looks of her father. Ernie had coveted his daughter almost from the first time he had seen her, but for fifteen years had kept himself nicely under control, more often than not taking out his lusts for her on the body of his wife. How was he to know that the same feelings all little girls have for their fathers was even more rampant in Nana, and at the age of fifteen she was feeling strange stirrings inside her? After all, she was the product of her parents, and as a result, had lascivious stirrings in her from both sides of the family.
Nana's best friend was Ellen, who lived a half mile away from her. Ever since Nana had lost her bike, she'd had to walk it to Ellen's home, and she also had to walk back.
It was two days following Bert's initial rape of his mother that Nana learned Ellen had to leave for a dental appointment early in the afternoon, and as a result the two girls would be unable to play together for the afternoon. Shrugging, she gathered her school books and started on the long walk home. It was while she was walking that she met Bob Wade, still grumpy about Saturday night. Nana loved squeezing information out of people, and though Bob didn't tell her everything, he did tell her he was angry at her brother because of a girl. Also, Bob had some film that Bert had bought without Bob ever really understanding why. Smiling at him, Nana left him and continued heading home.
CHAPTER SIX
Just before she got home, Nana encountered Mary Corso, who asked Nana to speak to her brother about when she, Mary, would be able to talk with their mother. When Nana asked Mary why, Mary merely shrugged and said, "It has to do with some film."
Not understanding, Nana shook her head and continued heading for home, not knowing Mary had just spoken to her brother some minutes earlier. In fact, Mary had even spoken to Sarita before talking to Bert, and she had told Bert as much. This had made Bert angry, not at Mary, but at his mother, whom he felt had no right to talk with Mary until he gave the go-ahead. After all, he was trying to establish that he was the captor, and his mother was the captive.
So while Nana continued serenely walking home, Bert was already storming into the house. Sarita, who had been lying on her bed, reading a book after having done all the laundry, was startled as the boy came charging into her bedroom.
"Bert!" she gasped, when she saw him. "What is it? What's happened?"
"Who do you think you are, talking to that tramp, Mary Corso without my giving you permission?" he roared.
"Permission?" she asked. "Bert, in spite of what happened, you're forgetting, I'm still your mother, and I don't need your permission to speak with anyone. As for her being a tramp, she informs me she was with you Saturday night when you found that film now in your room. She was nice enough to give you her body, so you ought not to insult her. Stop being so childish."
"Childish, huh!" he roared. "All right ma, time for the next lesson in who's boss around here."
She had a cover over her, and he pulled it away, revealing she had removed her clothing before lying down as she always did to keep them from getting wrinkled. The wildly exciting sight of his mother's naked vulnerability sent chills shooting through the handsome youth. An uncontrollable desire to have her again turned his inner masses to seething balls of uncontrolled flame. Once again, Bert Small had turned into a monster.
Sarita was completely astonished at his childish behavior. He didn't seem like her son any longer, but rather an angered male who had no business being in her bedroom, looking at her nakedness. As it was, it had taken her these forty-eight hours to recover from the fact that she had wanted what had happened between her son and herself as much as he. Common sense told her she had to resist it even though deep down she knew there was no way to prevent its happening again. Still, she had to try.
"Bert ... honey ... stop behaving like some spoiled brat ... now you get out of this room right now while I go ahead and dress, but even as she spoke she was watching him pull off his clothing and she knew what was going to happen.
She became silent, then waited as the boy approached her and ever-so-slowly settled himself on top of her on the bed. His throbbingly erect phallus rubbed against her body, and she instantly reacted inwardly, feeling her gut being pulled because she ached to feel it inside her again. The boy was going to rape her, and she had no intention of stopping him, just as she hadn't stopped him the last time.
No! She was his mother. She had to make clear to him the fact that she would not put up with this kind of behavior, not now, not ever. He had to learn to respect her.
His arms clasped her tightly, and Sarita struggled, momentarily throwing the boy off to the side. She tried slithering away from him, but Bert was exceedingly powerful. He grabbed her as she rose to her hands and knees, as if intending to crawl off the bed.
Nana walked into the house, then, using her key to let herself in. She always moved quietly, and no one heard her, but she was unable to not hear what was taking place. She initially wanted to go running upstairs, screaming and shouting, but when she heard her brother's voice say, "You're a whore, mother. You were a whore when you were younger, and you're still a whore," she resisted. She quietly climbed the steps and peered into the bedroom, standing in the shadowed hallway, unseen by the occupants of the bedroom.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Sarita gasped, still kneeling on the bed, looking back at the naked youth.
"Hell! Look at you! like a bitch in heat!" the boy snapped. "Do? Shit! I'm going to fuck you, mother, I'm going to fuck you in this position, like a dog."
"Bert, darling, stop this ... think for a minute what you're doing. This is insane."
"Come off it, mom!" the kid all but roared. "You know damn well the last time was only the first of many times. We're going to fuck again and again."
Nana stared, unable to believe all this. Her brother was about to push his penis into their mother's vagina. Why that was horrible! But even as she thought this, Nana licked her lips as she realized it was something she wanted to see. Wow! Her brother had one big cock.
In school, the girls' locker room was right next to that of the boys'. Though the boys were unaware of it, there was a hole in the masonry between the two rooms. There was nothing under the hole in the boys' locker room, so that was why it went unnoticed. But in the girls' locker room there was a row of lockers against that wall, and using the bench in front of the lockers, the girls were able to climb up and peer into the boys' locker room and see them stripping to take showers. So Nana, who had seen her share of penises, knew her brother's outstanding phallus, was really something huge. She had read books about sex, always wanting to be kept informed, and she had read that the longer and thicker the instrument, the more a female was able to feel. Having already seen her father's naked penis one evening when she saw him on his way to the bathroom when he thought no one was around and so had his fly open, Nana knew her father's organ was also huge. But 'this ... the one belonging to Bert ... well, wow!
Bert wasn't in the mood to waste time. The irate youth was using his legs to force his mother's shudderingly quaking thighs farther apart, affording him a view of her anal crack, the little star embedded inside, and the entire pink gash that was her cunt.
The boy slavered as he looked at the rich coral flesh, flesh that was already leaking oil, knowing it was being observed. That asshole of hers was like an eye winking at him, giving him the come-on. One day he would cram his cock in there, just as he saw the men in the movie do. For now he would be content with her cunt. His hands reached out and his fingers dug into the white rondularities of her ass. She writhed and squirmed, but it was no use.
"Now you listen to me, Bert Small," she gasped, as Nana stared in awe. "You stop this right now, do you hear me?" Sarita insisted, her voice rising in a wailing plaintive crescendo as she felt him use his middle finger to separate the warm, tender flesh that was her vagina. Oh, God! His hands on her body felt so arousing ... as arousing as his father's, but in an entirely different way. Sarita was more confused than ever, not knowing what to think or what to do.
"Now you just stay put, mother," the boy insisted. "If you wanna call it rape, well you go ahead and call it that. But the simple fact is, I fucked you before, I'm going to fuck you now, and I'll be fucking you in the future, just like you were fucked on that film I have on the projector in my room. I keep it locked so you can't get in and take the film away."
Nana was more curious than ever. Bob had mentioned a film, and so had Mary. Now her brother was saying their mother was on that film, performing in a sexual way. Well, she would have a look at that film herself. Her brother's room, as well as her own, shared a similar lock, a lock that required a simple key to unlock. The key from one lock would fit the other without any trouble. She would go into her brother's room and see that film, but not now. Now she had to see what her brother was going to do.
The boy lifted his massive phallic spire, and he aimed it at his mother's weeping pussy. He said, "You loved it the last time, mother, let's see how much you like it this time."
Sarita felt mortified, not so much because of the sex, but because her son was trying to hurt her with sex. When he had fucked her the last time, she had shown him how she was able to respond lovingly, and so made things good for the both of them. Sex wasn't a weapon one used to hurt people. It was something performed with love.
Her head dipped, and she stared back beneath her, between her dangling breasts, looking at the pulsing spear that was her son's cock, and inwardly she felt shuddering lust as he placed the hotly throbbing tool against her vaginal lips. Her lascivious kneeling position was a disgrace she felt she would never survive. Why did the boy choose to do things this way?
"Bert, don't do this to me," she pleaded. "What kind of relationship can we have in the future if there's only violence and no love between us? Don't," she groaned, as she felt his fingertips bite into her buttocks.
He refused to verbally respond, and she shut her eyes when he refused to do so. Then his penile head touched the lips of her cunt, making her toss her head wildly. She gasped as seething pulsations trammeled uncontrolled through her quivering body as her vagina continued involuntarily moistening. She held her breath, petrified with terror for the moment, feeling degraded because her son felt the need to subjugate her each time he sexually approached her. Perhaps she was more than a little to blame since, after all, she had, in the past forty-eight hours, since their last contact, discouraged any meetings with him when no other family members were around.
"Dear God!" she gasped, feeling the initial hard pressure against her tight elastic passage, for in spite of how often it had been used when she had been younger, her inner flesh had a powerful resilience, and her cunt always snapped back to its original tightness. Even now, the opening was like a tight rubber band.
Bert, unable to keep himself under control any longer, rammed forward with more than a little strength. There was a salacious grin twisting his handsome face, a face contorted not out of hatred, but out of anger that he hadn't been consulted before that dumb blonde had spoken to his mother. Jeez! If Mary had walked in ten minutes later, she would have seen him screwing his mother, and his anger was directed at the fact that he didn't want the dumb blonde to know what was taking place between his mother and himself. As it was, he had put off fucking Mary again, because he'd wanted to save his strength for his mother. Mary, thinking he didn't want her any more, wasn't overly concerned about not being fucked by him, but he knew if she didn't hold his interest, he might renege on his promise to introduce her to his mother. So she had hastened things a bit, and this hastening was what really angered Bert. He didn't like anyone doubting his word, and he didn't like his mother talking to Mary without his agreeing to it, because it looked as if the mother was assisting in helping the girl bypass him.
Nana saw the salacious grin twisting her brother's face, a contortion of sheer lust as his eyes remained glued to the debauched sight of his mother nakedly kneeling in front of him, as if submitting to whatever he wanted. He speared his cock heavily into her, his fingers digging into her naked hips, his own hips corkscrewing as he moved forward. His sleek, young, thick monster of a cock went roaring into her vaginal tunnel, pushing the clinging wetness of her inner walls in pressured waves before it. The penis moved in until, with a loud groan coming from his mouth, he let her know he was all the way in, his belly smacking against the cheeks of her ass.
Nana stared at her mother, not knowing what to think. The woman was muttering, "Oh, God! Oh God!" with a sorrowful tone in her voice, and yet the look on her face was one of sheer bliss. Yes, in spite of what her mother seemed to be saying at present, there seemed to be no doubt that her body was enjoying what she was feeling.
The young girl realized the book was right. The thicker the meat, the sweeter the treat. Even though her brother had speared into their mother without thought of mercy, neither had he thought to hurt her, and his virile length of penile shaft lay in the depths of her clinging belly as he filled her convulsively clasping vagina to its fullest.
Neither of them moved for several seconds. The boy remained perfectly still kneeling behind his bent-over mother, his face now pressing into the warmth of her naked tan back. There was only silence save for their labored breathing. His body was seething with more lust than ever, and the hate he had felt when he had first walked in had totally dissipated. There was something about his mother's hot cunt that drained everything other than love out of him. He didn't really want to harm her. There was no pleasure in bringing pain. But he did want to dominate and control her and make her realize that when his father wasn't around, her cunt belonged to him.
He was beginning to realize the film had merely been an excuse. He had wanted to fuck his mother for the longest time but had never had the courage to admit it to himself. Now that he was into her, the simple truth was, he didn't think of his mother as a whore. Nor did. he want her to think he hated her. He loved her, and he needed her, feeling this overpowering urge to fuck her as much as his father felt that urge.
Sarita's submissively kneeling inner body was aflame with lust all over again. She felt nothing other than the need to be fucked, and the pressure of the cock pushed into her as it masterfully ruminated through her vaginal trough. The humiliation had disappeared as rapidly as she had first felt it. The shame, the fear, the horror-once again it was all gone as she felt herself filled with the need for total satisfaction. The thick organ already caused pleasure to spark inside her ... sheer, unadulterated enjoyment ... flames of lust that mounted higher and higher with every passing moment. Her sensibilities felt on the verge of being destroyed.
She began trembling as if she were on the verge of being toppled. Oh God! What was wrong with her? She wanted her own son to fuck her. Yes, yes, just like the last time, she wanted him to fuck her to orgasm. He was her boy, whom she loved and adored, but she wanted him to point himself even deeper into her and ram his cock that much harder through her because she loved him. She was happy, happier than she had been since the first time the boy's father had fucked her.
Nana saw the happiness shining from her mother's face, and she felt envy, pure envy. First her mother had been fucked all these years by their father, and now Bert was getting in on the action too, while she, Nana, was still a virgin. Funny how her mother had never tried talking too much with her about sex. Whatever she did know, she knew from school, friends, and books. Damn! Somehow, in some way, she had to get in on this.
Sarita gasped as she felt the penis in her cunt throb in time to the beat of her heart. The boy was more a part of her than any other male who had ever fucked her, and seemed to feel along with her, just as he sensed her inner needs.
Behind her, a delighted Bert was experiencing more of the overpowering incestuous emotions charging through his mother. Little by little his desire for her continued mounting even higher, sheer erotic, lustful pleasures shooting through him as he stared in fascination at his mother's huge, round tan buttocks suspended like a split watermelon above his groin, his impaling cock buried to the limit inside her. Oh, shit! How he loved this woman! God! If he had her to fuck, he wouldn't need any other woman for the rest of his life. His hands were trembling as he caressed the velvety softness of her full, humbled thighs.
The youth's throat felt a tightness, and he was also aware of his penis throbbing all the more eagerly because of the scabbard so tightly surrounding it. He sensed the pulsations from the walls of her cunt as they sucked on his massive pile driver, and then the eagerly throbbing phallus, as if with a will of its own, began lurching again and again in the heated depths of her shuddering cunt.
Yes, to Bert she was stunning, beautiful, and what was more, she was his. His mother, his lover, his paramour. Her cunt was like warm silk wrapped in layers around the throbbing length of his hard penis. The muscles in her walls, muscles far more learned than the cuntwalls of any other woman, were like little nibbling teeth, biting on his cock, pulling it deeper, sucking it in all the harder. His body was no longer able to remain still.
With an overpowering, explosive urgency, mother and son were now completely carried away with their mutual joy for one another. Their bodies merged into a single sexual unit, rampant with all-consuming pleasure, their souls and spirits unbound by convention of any kind, flowing in all-consuming crashing waves of thrilling desire. Nothing really mattered other than the warmly pulsating cunt surrounding the hot, hard length of steamy cock, the two blending together and bringing wanton happiness to one another.
"Yes, yes, yes," Sarita gasped. "I'm your slave, Bert. I'll do anything you want, but don't stop, now! Fuck me! Fuck me as I taught you before."
Nana gasped! They had done this before, and in all-likelihood were going to do this again. She, little Nana, had been left out of it all. Well, hell, no! She was going to get in on it, if not with her brother, then with her father. Yes, yes, that was it! She would seduce her own father and make him her slave, just as Bert had made their mother his own personal captive.
Sarita shuddered, chills moving wildly up and down her aching spine as she felt her son tentatively thrust forward and back, moving his powering piston through her turmoiled depths. Her delightfully voluptuous body began twisting and writhing without shame, for she needed all this as much as the boy. She groaned incessantly, her face now pushed into the pillow beneath, the sounds muffled. Mewls of acceptance of this servility came eeling from her helpless throat, her face becoming a grimace of passion, nostrils flaring like a mare in heat being mounted by an overpowering stallion. Under her jet-black hair, a light coating of perspiration was forming, sheeting her forehead and also coating her upper lip.
All thought of punishing his mother at this point was drained from the young boy's mind. Geez! He didn't want to hurt her! he had never wanted to hurt her. He loved her! His loud moan lustingly burst from the depths of his throat.
Mom!" he gasped, "I gotta fuck you! Don't you understand ... I gotta fuck you!"
"I understand," she nodded, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. "I understand, and I want it as much as you, but you have to understand, I am your mother, and convention says this is wrong, so each time you start something like this, you're going to have to force me because I can't willingly agree to incest. I know this thing between us isn't evil, but I also know it isn't right. So if you force me, I'll go along with it, but otherwise, I can't."
"Then I'll just have to keep on forcing you," he said, smiling. .
Oh, shit! I'm about to shoot my load and I haven't done any real stroking yet, he thought.
He began pumping his wildly pulsing cock in and out of her warmly gripping cupola, moving with deep, rapid thrusts that brought moan after moan from the beautiful brunette's slackly open mouth. He knew his cock was going to explode at any second, and from the wild, rippling feeling he was sensing in his mother's teeming cunt, he knew she wasn't that far away from satisfaction herself.
God! There was nothing in the world like fucking! But more important, there was nothing in the world like fucking this particular woman. God! She was fantastic! What a cunt! She made Mary look like a limp dishrag, and Mary had been good, damned good! The plain and simple truth was, he loved her, he loved her much more than he had ever imagined, and he felt her reciprocating, loving him just as much. He knew it probably would never be as good with any other female, though he hadn't even thought about his sister at that moment. Right now, all he thought about was the combination of physical and emotional love he and his mother had for one another, and the overpowering need both of them felt for release fused their souls together permanently in their incestuous passion.
Lascivious fires of tingling lust and forbidden desire continued sending flickering flames through the raw nerve-endings tingling inside the beautiful mother's ecstatically pulsating vagina. Her son's rock-solid organ continued pounding its way in and out of that most secret vestibule of lust. His sperm-bloated testicles beat against her clitoris again and again, taunting and tantalizing it with a blissful rhythm as his lean hips smacked against her eagerly upraised rear cheeks.
Shoving backward in unison with every matching stroke, Sarita felt her inner need building higher and higher as her senses threatened to take command of her brain and her nakedly churning body. She was once again on the verge of total ecstasy.
Bert's mind no longer seemed to be part of his body. At this moment all he felt was physical lust and ecstasy, and it was more powerful, building somewhat more slowly than it had the first time. Sizzling delight moved through her shuddering form and into his cock, and spread through his entire being. Salacious tongues of erotic flame had long since cremated the last vestiges of his conscience as he continued thrusting his hardened young cock in and out of the tubular-shaped fleshy container between his mother's thighs. He slammed the organ in and out of her cloister again and again, thrilling to the tingles constantly building up inside.
She was on the bed, and he was on his knees behind her, and the boy was well aware that nothing he had done that night with Mary had prepared him for the thrilling sensations he was presently feeling. This was the most perversely intoxicating thing to ever happen to him, and since his mother insisted that he force her to continue doing this, that is, force was the only way he would be able to convince her to do this, then he would indeed force her. The licentiousness of his mother's kneeling position, added to the heatedly flaring bite of her cunt around his thrusting cock, almost drove him totally out of his shuddering mind. He had started out wanting to dominate and totally subjugate her, making her understand that when his father wasn't around, he was the boss in this house if only because he had balls. Her refusal to do as he wanted, in spite of the fact that she had been totally ignorant concerning his desire for her not to speak to Mary until he gave the okay, had driven him to relentless cruelty. But now he knew all he wanted was to please her, to make her happy, to make her enjoy what he wanted to enjoy. Her cunt was so oven-hot, so fantastically tight and delightful, so inwardly delicious ... he simply loved her, and loved the feeling her vagina was imparting.
His continual caresses of her warm naked thighs and rounded buttocks were continually bringing one shiver of delight after another from Sarita's panting body. She moved with more and more wanton abandon now, and as he searched her with his fingers, he became bolder and bolder while continually ramrodding his cock into her. He was staring at the little pucker of her anal star standing out from between her ass-cheeks, too inviting to resist. God! It was twitching like a fish's mouth. He used his outstretched middle finger, pressing it against the tiny little opening, first scooping up some cuntal juices and then pushing slowly.
The kneeling brunette mother stiffened as she felt his finger there. It had been some time since her husband had done anything to her anus, and she missed it. To the boy, this was all a new adventure, and she was sharing it with him.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried out. "Fuck my anus! Yes, darling, push your finger in there if that's what you want. Oh, yes, it will feel so good."
Nana stared, unable to believe her ears. Her mother was inviting her brother to fuck her asshole with his finger. Was that something that was also enjoyable for a woman? It must be! After all, what kind of pleasure would a man get from shoving a finger into a woman's rectum?
Sarita wanted every one of her passages filled. She wanted to be bloated in every way with her son's love. She wished at this moment that he had three penises. She would have taken them all. God! She wanted to be filled as in days of old, only this time with cocks she loved and not strange cocks that had given her gratification without love of any kind. Ecstasy overwhelmed her because of her son's loving ministrations.
"Uuuuuu nnnnn hhhhh!" the boy was gasping, "Mother rrrr ... you feel so good ... so good ... ohhhh ... yess sssss ... this is marvelous," he loudly raved as he slowly yet gently forced his finger ever deeper into the more narrow aperture.
"Uuuuuu nnnnn ggggg hhhhh!" she gasped, because the boy had shoved his finger in a little too rapidly. j "Easy, slowly, carefully...."
Alarmed, the youth would have withdrawn his finger at this point, but the beautiful woman tightened her ass-cheeks around his finger and said, "No, no, don't take it out. Just push it in more gently."
Her words were lusting sounds of encouragement that made him feel as if electricity was maddeningly rippling up and down his spine. He continued easing his finger deeper and deeper, pushing it in, in, in, until he had it in all the way to the palm, filling her hot, spongy anal flesh.
"Uuuuuu nnnnn ggggg ... yessssss...." Sarita hissed, thrilled beyond words at the feel of the finger inside her.
Easily working his finger in and out of the tight, rubbery rectum, the boy began stretching her tunnel wider and wider. Little by little Bert felt his mother's anal muscles relax, and almost immediately there followed lustful sighs of exultation as her tightly crushing anus pulled on his finger.
Within a few seconds the boy had established a dual-fucking rhythm in his mother, continually sawing his finger in and out of her ass while keeping his cock in perfect unison by thrusting it in and out of the tightness of her seething cunt. The moistly throbbing pussy clenched itself all the more tightly around the cock because of the pressure of the finger in her anus.
Wanting to bring his mother to maximum pleasure now, the young boy remembered something else he had seen in the film, and he lowered his left hand beneath her and around her thigh, his fingers seeking, finally finding her clitoris. He used his thumb and forefinger, and he began rolling the erect little nerve bud back and forth, massaging it into ever greater hardness as his nakedly kneeling mother moaned out loud, a woman definitely possessed by the lust she was constantly feeling as a result of his ministrations.
Sarita was joyously impaled on the rock-solid penile implement of her delighted son, the organ deep in the sucking depths of her seething vagina as his finger continued bringing her pleasure beyond belief as her rectum clenched itself tightly around the thrusting organ. One thrill after another continually built up as she became aware of the handsome youth's other hand fondling the hair-lined lips of her vagina, massaging her ultra-sensitive clitoris.
The lovely mother began twisting, turning, wriggling and squirming as she gasped and squealed beneath the ravishment of her son as he titillated her naked loins, knowing he was going to make her attain an unbelievable orgasm. He had no idea how it ranked on a scale compared to what his father was capable of doing, but he did know he'd make her come as never before. Her widening cunt seemed to greedily gape in wanton desire, constantly swallowing the entire thickness of his massively long cock as it stiffly pummeled its way in and out of her seething container. The head beat against the back wall with such power she feared he might puncture a hole there.
Abruptly she felt his thrusts quickening, the penis moving deeper and with stronger pulsations. At the same time he tugged his probing finger from the depths of her narrow rectum, yanking it out with a wet hissing sound in order to grip her rounded hips that much more tightly. Sarita felt the loss of the finger in her rectal passage, and it was so disconcerting. God! It had felt so good! She moaned incoherently, trying to spread her thighs even wider apart, almost losing her balance as she gave him even deeper, easier access to her already wide-split vagina. She never wanted him to stop!
"Ooooo nnnnn hhhhh ... aaaaa nnnnn hhhhh ... hhhhh uuuuu nnnnn hhhhh...." she continued chanting out loud beneath him, her face contorted in a wild unrecognizable mask.
"Mom ... ohhhh ... sweet, delightful mother ... oh, your pussy is so good, so tight, so sweet, so narrow
... so much better than Mary's . ... " Bert gasped, quickening his strokes, grunting and groaning as he continued fucking even harder into the narrow tunnel, letting the head of his phallus bore into the deep recesses of her womb.
Nana stared, unable to believe all this. They were in ecstasy, and she wanted her share of it. Oh, God! It felt so good, so wonderful, so absolutely marvelous to see the two of them enjoying all this. She was part of this family too and ought not to be denied. Both father and son were fucking mother, but no one was fucking the daughter. Hell! she didn't want to go out and have her cherry popped by someone like Bob Wade.
Sarita was a mass of exquisite moisture in the depths of her madly blazing vagina. His cock so overwhelmed her, her blistering mind was overpowered by the pressure and blocked out thoughts of anything and everything else.
She was vaguely aware of her handsome son's hands running delectably over her body, the fingers like searing tongues of pure flame as the hot friction in her cunt continued to mount while he kept on fucking into her tantalizing cunt from behind. Oh, God! This was marvelous! She was loved by her son in the same way she was loved by her husband. Never, in her wildest imagination, even when she was making the porn movies, did she ever think to have a son fucking her. Now that it was happening, as far as she was concerned, it was more wonderful than any other fucking ... well ... on a par with her husband, anyway, but definitely superior to all those other run-of-the-mill fuckers.
"Fuck meeeee ... fuck meeeee ... fuck me...." she rhythmically chanted. "Wonderfullll ... ohhhhhh ... yessss ... so good ... feels so good ... I love it ... I love it ... don't stop ... keep fuckinnnnng ... harder ... harder ... harder...." she ranted, writhing and breathing heavily, her voice a constant wail as she climbed to an unbelievable orgasmic peak.
Wriggling in total wantonness, tantalizing her handsome young son with the lewdly rotating motions of her full, round, tan buttocks, she gasped as he rammed into her kneeling body all the harder from behind. At this moment she was totally uncaring of the shameless, whorish spectacle she presented, but then why should she care? She had been brought up right from the start to enjoy sex and do it for the pleasure of men. That she attained her own pleasure was a wonderful side-effect, and at no time did she think of what she was doing as wrong. Even after she married, she gave her husband her all, fucking with all her energy. All that really mattered was the climb toward the release that was only milliseconds away.
Oh, shit! the boy thought.
This was so awesome, so overpowering, he was certain he wouldn't be able to survive the impact of such pleasurable rapture once it overwhelmed him. God! The orgasm seemed to be a living thing that was threatening to devour him. He was almost there, now ... almost on the verge of his own satisfaction. He had to make certain his wonderful mother had the same magnitude of satisfaction he was going to receive. But there wasn't that much time left. He felt the heated sperm rising inside him, stirring in his testicles as the little seedlings made their way to his prostate in preparation for the explosive grand exit.
Nana stared at her brother's face, unable to believe the look of rapture crossing his features. This sex really had to be something to make both, her mother and her brother look so idiotic.
Wave after wave of thrilling excitement charged through the helmet-shaped head of his shuddering cock, trying to trigger an orgasm, but the boy was determined to hold it back until his mother had achieved her own satisfaction.
She quivered and trembled, making him realize she was finally there, too. At last!
He withdrew his penis, even pulling out the corona, leaving only the little slitted tip inside her wetly palpitating vaginal lips, then he hurled his cock forward, burying the full length of his solid flesh into the sucking clutch of wetness between his mother's firm, tantalizing tan thighs. The beautiful brunette responded with a joyous groan of total rapture, as if bellowing fire from within. She was aware of licentiously overpowering sensations as his heatedly twitching phallic length rammed like a searing blade into the rippling cornucopia of her cunt. His sperm-bloated testicles taunted her clitoris in a blissful rhythm with each solid stroke into the depths of her shuddering belly. His lean hips slammed into the tan moons of her ass, forcing the upraised buttocks farther and farther apart until it looked as if she would be split right up the middle.
"Oh ... darliiinnng ... yessss ... I think ... hhhh-aaaa nnnnhhhh ... I'm going to ... ohhhhh . ... " Sarita felt the heat emanating from her body boil over into the room and then surround her as if from the outside, thus matching what was taking place inside, as well. Her trembling buttocks were making all kinds of wanton little circles as she squeezed with her inner vaginal muscles at the boyish length of thickness and stiffness being crushed by her cuntal muscles. Her desire for what she was feeling continued growing in intensity, and she listened to the unintelligible moans of pleasure, feeling his shaft expand inside her tightly clamping cunt. Oh God! God! God! She knew he was going to come right along with her. The thought of what was about to happen triggered all the salaciousness that had been buried inside her when she had married, and the orgasm was not merely one of love and delight, but one of lascivious fire and need as she cried out with shrill rapture.
As she heaved her buttocks back against the body of her son, the naked mother felt the boy's already bloatedly immense cock swell and enlarge even more, growing thicker and bigger until it began ejaculating the hot, thick viscous semen into the burning depths of her crushing and convulsing cunt.
He slammed one single final thrust into the tightness of her cunt, holding his throbbing cock in there, feeling it pump out the voracious hunger that had built in his climaxing young belly as he sensed her softly rippling vaginal muscles sucking and pulling at his cock as if it were some kind of automatic milking machine.
Sarita was already sighing as their incestuous love juices mingled in the depths of her body. For a moment she thought she would faint from the impact of her orgasm, and both she and the boy just lay there, unable to move.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nana stared, seeing her brother and her mother totally knocked out for the moment, and she knew it would be a little while before either stirred. This was her opportunity to look at that film her brother had mentioned, earlier.
Going to her room, she took out the small master key that had come with her door-lock, and she used it to unlock her brother's door. Entering the room, she saw the projector all set up. It was a self-threading projector, and she already knew how to operate it, including the re-wind mechanism.
Shutting the door, she turned the projector on and watched, staring with rapt fascination at the screen, seeing her mother when her mother was only a year older than she was at present, seeing how expert her mother was at handling so many men. Well, her mother had been a big name in TV, and Nana decided, somewhat realistically, that the only way for anyone to make it big in the entertainment industry was to be a whore. She wondered how much her father knew about her mother's past, and knowing how prudish her brother was concerning his family, she was certain Bert had been shocked when he had seen this reel of film.
Nana watched very carefully, noting especially the scene where her mother was sucking on a man's penis, and then went from one penis to another, actually savoring it. To the young girl, it was obvious her mother had enjoyed what she had done, actually relishing the taste of male organs, and she noted that where certain male organs had been soft earlier, when her mother sucked on them, they stiffened in one heck of a hurry.
So now the daughter was learning from the mother, but indirectly. The young girl envied her mother her life of sin. Imagine, doing all that wonderful sex and getting paid for it! Now her mother was married, and the fact that she and her brother looked so much like their father was evidence enough that the two of them were his children, which meant her mother had probably remained faithful to the man until Bert had found this film. Now he was conning his mother into fucking for him, which meant little Nana was the only one left out. Well, she had a way of handling the situation.
To begin with, there was that new Polaroid motion 'til picture camera and projector her father had given her for her fifteenth birthday. That was going to come in handy. Yes, and she would use it in more ways than one.
She noted a scene on the screen between her mother and some other woman, a blonde, where the two indulged in a lesbian sixty-nine, and it made the young girl wonder why her mother had never bothered teaching her the rudiments of sex and how wonderful it would be. If her mother was Bert's captive, then she would make Bert her own captive, and in the process make her mother her captive, as well. But the best part of all this was, she was also going to convince her father to take her to bed.
Nana had enjoyed fantasies of being her daddy's wife as long as she was able to remember. Even when she learned about sex in school, she had fantasized about what it would be like with her daddy. Well tonight she was going to find out. Her daddy didn't know it yet, but his little girl was going to seduce him, hard as it would be.
What Nana didn't know was that it would be far less difficult than she had imagined. She had no idea Ernie Small had entertained erotic thoughts about his own daughter, but she was about to find out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was a cool Wednesday night. Too cool to sit out on the patio. Besides, Ernie was in the mood for action. The trouble was, Wednesday nights was not a good night for Sarita. Oh, she gave him what he wanted when she came back from her Canasta club, but Ernie wanted action now, and Sarita wouldn't be back for at least two hours.
Bert, his son, was out with his friend, Bob, and Ernie was in the house alone with his daughter. For the umpteenth time he concentrated on what a sweet girl she was and how she was growing up so nicely. But even now he was unable to take his mind off the swell of her breasts under the halter she had put on that evening in spite of how cool it was. God! She was stunning! Another young Elizabeth Taylor. She was even sexier than Brooke Shields. Hell! If he had taken her to one of the big cities and shown her to the modeling agencies, they would have grabbed her up for their covers. They were all looking for nymphets now. The Lolita Syndrome was once again in.
The thing was, Ernie didn't think of his daughter as a young girl. He thought of her as a maturing female, and even if she was his daughter, he was unable to prevent himself from feeling lust. Just staring at her hot body was getting him more aroused than ever. His wife was going to get one helluva workout tonight.
He was sitting on the sofa with his feet up on a footstool, and he'd already finished off his second rye and ginger. Without a word, his daughter brought him a fresh glass, and he unthinkingly took it, noting once again that for the third time in a row she had made the drink too strong. But what the hell! He was in his own home, had no need to drive anywhere, and this would be his last drink, which meant he would be able to really get it up and keep it up for Sarita. Christ was she going to be fucked!
"You work too hard, daddy," the beautiful girl with the dark limpid pools for eyes was saying to her father. "You should take better care of yourself. I mean, you worry us working so hard. We want our daddy around for a long time to come. We don't want you wearing yourself out building things for other people."
Ernie snorted at the idea of him wearing himself out. He never wore himself out.
He tossed off his drink, and Nana took it from him, wiggling her buttocks provocatively as she walked to the liquor cabinet to pour him another. God! She had some nice tight little ass.
"Uh ... no more, honey," he told her. "Too much of that stuff isn't good for me."
Nana smiled and sat across from him, and for a while the two of them watched TV while the alcohol continued soaking into the man's bloodstream. Now and again he cast a glance at his daughter, but his thoughts were no longer fatherly, and as the minutes continued passing, he wished she would get out of the room so he'd be able to bring himself under control. God! He had a flaring erection that threatened to burn its way through his pants.
Nana got to her feet and walked over to where he was sitting, putting her ass on the arm of the sofa beside him, then reaching across him, ostensibly to puff up a pillow in order to tuck it behind him and make him more comfortable. Ernie had to shut his eyes for a moment in order to maintain control of himself. This was his daughter. He had to remember that. Her big, beautiful round breasts were almost completely out of the loose halter top, spilling in amplitude over the yellow cloth. Jesus! His cock was rigid as all hell. Just thinking about his daughter's body made him anxious.
With his eyes shut, images continued racing through his brain. They were nonsensical Walter Mitty images about what he would love to do to his own daughter. Hell! There was nothing wrong with doing it in his imagination! He pictured himself fondling those full breasts, and his little girl welcoming his touch, behaving toward him like a lover instead of a daughter. The alcohol was really flooding his mind, or else he would have had himself under some kind of rational control. But the nearness of the girl, the scent of her girlish cologne, the aroma of her soft flesh, flesh that smelled as tantalizing as her mother's, had him fantasizing. Before meeting Sarita, Ernie had been one of the biggest fuck-arounds in Hollywood. After marrying her, the woman had fulfilled his every fantasy so that until his daughter was born, the idea of touching another female had never entered his head. Even then, he had kept his incestuous desires completely under control, remaining faithful to his wife. But his daughter had gotten older, lovelier, sexier, and in her way she was as desirable to Ernie as her mother still was.
Aaaaah! It was no use! He should be content to stay with Sarita and not try to dream about Nana, since Nana would never happen.
"What's bothering you, daddy?" the young girl asked, her hand reaching down and touching the top of his. He turned his hand palm-upward, to hold hers as she said, "I'm trying to make you comfy. I know I'm not as expert at it as mom, but I'm doing the best I can.
"Oh, you're doing just fine, sweetheart," he burst out, and without realizing it he began squeezing her hand. "I'm just not ... I mean, I don't really know what to do or say. You're a beautiful young lady now, and it isn't like you were a tiny tot with whom I used to play. I can't talk to you like a baby, but you're my daughter, so I really can't talk to you like a woman. I just don't know what to say to you, anymore." His voice sounded lame, even to himself.
Nana was suddenly aware of him. She was aware that what she wanted to do was going to be far easier than she thought. Glancing down, she saw the swelling in his groin, and she knew her father was thinking of her as a woman and not as a little girl, his little girl. He was aroused by her. He was even trying to cross his legs in a vain attempt to hide the erection.
"Come on, daddy, don't tell me you don't know what to say," she whispered softly, pushing now, and when he turned to look at her, she stared him straight in the eye as if daring him to look away. "I mean," she continued, "the words may be difficult in coming out," and her fingers touched his lips, "but we're both grown-ups, and we both understand what's going through your mind." Her hand brushed down the front of his shirt and ran along to sweep over his cock.
The man almost leaped off the sofa at the touch of her fingers on his cock-head, feeling it swell even more in its confined area. He jumped as if he had been hit with a magnum bullet, and his hips lunged forward to keep her hand in contact with him through the cloth, knowing it was wrong, but his brain was so fried by the whiskey at this point, he didn't care.
"God! Honey! You shouldn't be doing that!" he gasped through tightly gritted teeth.
"But it feels good to you, doesn't it daddy?" she asked, her voice a conspiratorial whisper as she crossed her white, shapely thighs, which only emphasized the V of her crotch since she was wearing shorts. His eyes were locked onto that V. "I think you must know by now I think of you as being more than just a father. But we've never really been alone like this in the past year, and we haven't had much chance to talk." When he looked at her, her eyes became demure.
"Nana...." Ernie gasped, swallowing hard.
"Yes, daddy," she whispered softly, leaning forward a little more, letting him look straight down inside her halter where he was able to see both tan nipples peeking from inside.
It was as far as he got. He was unable to keep his hands off her. He was no longer able to think in terms of a father-daughter relationship. All these years he had wanted her, seeing her grow from an infant to a child, and then blossom into girlhood, and now womanhood. With his eyes still closed he grabbed her by her firm young arms and tugged her against his chest and kissed her, firmly, right on the mouth. Though he didn't expect rejection, he was still shocked when she parted her lips and all but sucked his tongue inside. He groaned deep in his throat. No matter how much he loved his wife, it was so good kissing this wonderful female ... a real woman ... just like Sarita. She was soft, sensuous, delicate, and he still smelled her faint cologne. The flesh of her back was cool to his touch, and her full breasts mashed themselves into his hairless chest. Ernie came from a family that had relatively little hair on its collective body. His hands roamed down over his daughter's hips to the roundnesses of her buttocks, feeling how inadequately they were covered by the short-shorts she was wearing. He also noted, touching a cheek under the shorts, that she had no panties on.
His cock was stiffly throbbing, erect as a flagpole, just as it always was for his wife. Even thoughts of Sarita were unable to keep him from shrinking. Nana was every bit as delectable and beautiful as her mother, even if she didn't look like the lady. He was certain he wasn't the only man to know how arousing she was, and wondered if she had done anything with any other boys, or men. Not that he would have held it against her. Oddly enough, Sarita was the real prude in the family, and as a result, Bert, his son, had been almost as prudish. In fact, it was Bert who had chastised his seven-year-old sister for walking around outside in the summer without a brassiere top to her bathing suit, even though at that time she looked no different from any of the boys.
Ernie had always been a believer in women's rights. He felt what was right for his son was also right for his daughter. Therefore, he had given his son a lecture on baby prevention, and hoped his wife had had the good sense to talk to their daughter.
God! What if Sarita hadn't talked to the girl? He didn't dare!
"Honey...." he whispered. "We have to stop . ... "
"You don't want to stop, daddy," she murmured. "Come on, you know you want it as much as I."
"Honey, I don't want to risk making you pregnant."
"My period ended yesterday," she told him. "You can't make me pregnant, right now. Besides, my period only lasts three days, and tomorrow, the fifth day following the start of it, I can start taking the Pill, and it'll make sure everything is all right. Okay?"
Ernie wanted to tell her no, that it wasn't all right, but her tongue was in his mouth, and he wasn't able to do anything other than respond with his own tongue. The more the two of them tongue-dueled, the stiffer his cock became. He explored the entire warmth of her wet oral cave, his tongue reaching to the back of her small throat, and then his hand came around to snake under the small halter and cup the fullness of his daughter's swollenly enlarged breasts. He felt the nipples pop out like hot, hard little cutting diamonds as they razored against his palms. Mentally he continued berating himself for doing this. After all, she was his own daughter. But his liquor-fogged mind didn't seem to give a flying damn. She had as much of a thing for him as he did for her, and his weak rationalization was that a bigger crime was being committed by his not responding to her than by anything happening between them. After all, tomorrow she would start on the Pill. He would see to it, himself, bringing home some pills just to make certain she had them. As long as there was no chance of pregnancy, well why shouldn't they? His liquor-clouded mind seemed to think there was absolutely nothing wrong with the idea. She wanted it, he wanted it, and only closed minds, like those of his wife and son would object. All he had to do was keep it a secret from them.
Nana hadn't realized it would be so easy. Her hand smoothed its way over the big lump of her father's cock again and again, feeling it jump inside his pants like a kangaroo. Not only that, but she felt his large, heavy balls.
This was her daddy, but now he was more. Now he was going to be her lover, and she was going to show how worthy she was to make love to him. He was responding to her with a readiness that really surprised her. After all, she had seen him reject more than one other woman when her parents had held parties at the house. She had been in her bedroom, supposedly asleep at the time, when she had heard some women, one at a time, coming upstairs to see her father who had gone to his own bedroom to change his pants because someone had spilled a drink all over him. She had heard the firm, gentle, but tactful way he had rejected every one of those women, and she realized she and her daddy were a lot alike. She wanted him because she loved him. If sex had been her only objective, she knew some creep like Bob Wade would have been only too eager to accommodate her. But no, her daddy had always been her first choice, and after seeing her brother in action, she had decided Bert ran him a very close second. The only difference was, where she had seduced her daddy, she would have to blackmail Bert-and her mother-into performing. Yes, both her mother and her brother were her captives. But daddy was here, and this was now, and she intended enjoying him and discovering the joys of sexual connection. If her mother, who had been a prime whore, had been content to live this way with her father for seventeen years, there had to be a good reason.
Her young, inexperienced hands worked gently but quickly, fumbling a little as her tongue responded to that of her father. She finally managed to unzip his pants and her small fingers reached inside. She poked through the hole in his Jockey shorts, and her fingers clamped around the prize she had been seeking. It was hotter than she had expected, and the skin was smoother, though the tip was wet with a rubbery texture to it. Though inexperienced, she had watched her mother on film carefully, and so she knew in order to achieve maximum effect, when removing a penis from a fly, never jerk. It had to be taken out carefully, gently, and this she did, until she saw it jutting skyward. This close, it looked unbelievably huge.
"Ohhhhh ... dadddyyyy...." she moaned around his tongue, as inexpert at kissing as she was in all else she was doing, moving purely from instinct and what she had seen on that film, her hand squeezing the thick rigidity of her father's phallus as some small corner of her mind wondered how she was going to fit the entire . thing inside her tiny little cunt.
After she had looked at the film, she had re-wound it, left her brother's room, and had gone to her own room and locked the door. There, she had gotten undressed, took a hand mirror, and held it between her legs as she looked at her vagina and what a tiny hole she had between her pink lips. She was even tinier than her mother, and her mother had had a tinier hole than the other female who had been on the screen with her.
Now she wondered how this fleshy mass of thickness was going to fit into such a narrow hole. Still, her mother had taken Bert's cock in her own tiny pussy. There was no reason why she, Nana, ought not to be able to handle her father's cock, even if with difficulty.
She used both hands now, gripping it, smoothing it up and down, rubbing leaking oils from its tip into the rest of it, her hands moving from head to base and back again as she familiarized herself with it. The way it was throbbing, she thought it might shoot that white stuff she had seen in the film. One thing she had noticed was that the men in the movies always pulled their cocks out at the last minute before shooting, while her brother had kept his cock plunged all the way into their mother's cunt when firing. She assumed it was for some effect for the movie-goer, and not really right for penis to come out at the last minute.
Anyway, her father's cock was jumping madly in her hands, and she hoped he wouldn't start shooting too quickly. Boy! He was really hot for her, and it made her feel good to know it. Well, if her daddy did shoot too quickly and he was unable to get it up again, she'd have to use her blackmail scheme on her brother a little sooner. But one way or another she was going to lose her accursed virginity, and be fucked with the cock of a male she loved.
The young girl reached behind her and unsnapped her halter. Then she slid it off her arms, and finally pulled it away from the front of her, revealing her full, luscious melon-like breasts to the hungering eyes of her father. The man's hands instantly came up to squeeze them, feverishly, and the moans coming from the depths of his chest were heavy pantings of desire.
Her two small hands on his naked, stiffened length of flesh hose pipe made him gasp even longer and louder. He had almost forgotten what it was like to have some female other than his wife fondle him. Nana was acting out of instinct, but with the pictures of the movie still imprinted on her brain. Her hands rose and fell, smoothing the length of hard cock. Her breasts, for the first time, felt weighty. They were on fire. God! Her nipples were hot little spikes, and she felt her mammaries beat against her chest for a moment when he released them.
Ernie felt as if he would be able to juggle his daughter's breasts forever. But there was so much more of her to explore. He would return to her breasts a little later. First there was that tight little bud of her navel to be teased.
His testicles were churning vats of liquid wax as the sperm-count within them seemed to increase at the rate of a million a second. The pressure of her breasts, her tongue, and the touch of her hands ... it all made him feel as if his balls weren't the only producers of sperm. At the moment he felt as if his entire body was filled with white froth, froth that was rising higher and higher and would soon be spilling out of his nostrils and his ears. For the first time in a long time he not only felt aroused, but felt he was going to enjoy something totally new and different.
"Oh, daddy," Nana panted, pulling her mouth away from his for the moment and looking at her father with hooded eyes, deep and mysterious and filled with promise.
"Nana, my baby, my sweet, my love . ... " he gasped, and his hands held her tantalizing breasts up like full wine cups as he bent his face forward and sucked first one nipple into his mouth, then the other.
"Ooooo nnnnn hhhhh ... aaaaa nnnnn hhhhh ... uuuuu nnnnn hhhhh . ... " the lovely fifteen-year-old squealed, thrusting her chest farther forward in order to try and push more of her breast into her father's mouth. She wished he had two mouths that were able to fill themselves with both her breasts at the same time. She ached to feel two tongues lick her nipples, two sets of teeth bite into their rubbery hardnesses all at once.
One of his hands was snaking down her belly, moving like a gliding serpent to curl inside the top of her short-shorts. His fingers touched the delicate fluff of her black pubic hair, and Nana sighed.
"Wait...." she insisted, seeing how difficult it was for him. She leaped to her feet, and in no time pulled the shorts off.
Ernie stared at her, looking at this beautiful vision that was his daughter, this miracle of a girl. She was looking at him with a hungering delicacy, yet there was that girlish shyness about her, as well. He pulled her slender white body with the large breasts down to lie along his chest, and his fingertips blazed all kinds of satiny trails along her sensual curves and valleys, as well as along the swells that went into the making of her. God! Just to hold that naked vision and lie against her was really something.
She pulled herself away again, but this time only to smooth her hands under his shirt and feel his sparsely-haired chest. Then she smiled at him and let her hands wander down to capture the wonderful instrument that was his naked lascivious shaft, feeling the way it stood out from his fly like a big, thick salami. It was filled with veins, and the head was pulsing.
Then she did something Ernie would never have expected. In fact, Nana had at first been frightened at the thought of doing it, but thinking to herself how much her mother had loved doing this to the men on the screen, she took a deep breath, and without thinking about it anymore, dipped her head and kissed the bulbous tip of his pulsing cock.
"Aaaaa nnnnn hhhhh!" the father gaspingly groaned, and without thinking, the man shoved his hips upward, feeling the incredible, sweet, glorious, delightful sensation of her lips against that most sensitive part of his organ. Slowly, very slowly she slid her pink mouth around the enlarged crown, and Ernie felt he was about to die from the sheer bliss of his daughter's sucking lips. At any moment he would simply deflate, completely.
"Like it?" she asked, anxious to know if she had his approval as she lifted her head to stare at his face.
He was all but yelling, his hands reaching down so that his fingers interwove themselves in her long, black hair, pushing her mouth down on the head of his pulsing phallic spire again. Obediently, the loving daughter opened her lips as wide as possible and slid them over the top of the quaking cock. She moved hr mouth lower now, taking more and more of it, a little at a time, moving slowly, carefully, until Ernie felt the head of his cock pressing against her throat-opening. On the uptake she sucked hard, her cheeks pulling in as if he had a delicious malted milk hidden inside that thick straw standing out from between his legs. God! It was so thick, she found it difficult to hold all her own saliva. In fact, much of it was dribbling down the length of the phallus.
"Uuuuuu nnnnn ggggg hhhhh ... G-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ddddd uuu hhhhhh!" the man grunted out loud.
When she pulled her circling mouth back up to the tip of the penis, catching the coronal ridge behind her teeth, she popped her mouth off it and kissed her way down the underside. Then she returned to the tip, opened her lips again, and allowed the rubbery tip of the phallus to slide easily into her saliva-soaked mouth. She rubbed the flat of her lips against the underside of the phallus, teasing the webbing where the head was joined to the rest of the organ.
A shudder went charging through the man's thighs. God! He knew from the inexpert way her mouth was pulling she had never done anything like this before, but he also knew she was superior to just about any other woman capable of blowing, other than her mother. The only reason he had stayed faithful all these years was his inability to find any woman who was capable of even coming close to Sarita when it came to sex. Hell! One didn't abandon choice "filet mignon" for "hamburger", not at any time. But here was his daughter, and she was "prime rib," an alternate to "filet mignon," and his alcohol-fogged brain reasoned he would be a fool to pass up this repast.
Nana looped her mouth over his cock again and pushed her head down, this time swallowing even more of the penis. It's thickness momentarily made her gag, but she waited a moment and relaxed her throat, learning to accommodate it to the thickness of the penis. She remembered, when watching her mother perform fellatio on the screen, she had seen her head go down, hesitate for a moment, then go down again. Now she knew why. Each time her head went down, she pushed the tip of the penis to the back of her throat, hesitated until the gullet widened just enough to accommodate the cock, and then down she went again, to take the rest of it in. True, her mother was sucking on thinner, shorter penises in the movie than she, Nana, was presently enjoying. But the young girl was certain her mother had learned to engulf the entire length and breadth of this organ as well, and she had no intention of letting the older woman outdo her.
Now her mouth began riding up and down the throbbing lance, her tongue doing a whirling dervish dance around it that was sending the man climbing the walls. Apparently she had inherited her mother's cocksucking abilities because her father was in no way trying to tell her what to do, but was merely lying back and accepting everything. She gloried in this, knowing she had finally taken this man whom she had admired all her life, and had, for the moment, reduced him to a whimpering hulk over whom she had total control.
The weighty cock continued pulsating between her tantalizing lips as she struggled for more breath. She began sucking again, moving her head more rapidly than ever. Her lips rose and fell, compressing tightly around the throbbing shaft. She felt the flesh of the ovaled lips pulling out each time she slid her mouth over the tip.
The handsome father was squirming and wriggling, humping his powerful loins up and down in time to the greedy way her discovering mouth and tongue played his masculine organ. She was learning faster and faster, and knew by the time this session was over, she would be as good as any whore of twenty years-experience.
Her body was on the side of the sofa now, kneeling on the cushions as she sucked, and his hands were running over her flesh, memorizing her lovely shape, like an actor rehearsing his lines for a part. One hand once again found the brush between her thighs, and this time delved a little deeper to discover the virginal wetness. A finger slowly probed into the narrow interstice, moving slowly, carefully, in no way wanting to harm, and his belief in her virginity was suddenly assured when his finger touched the membrane of her hymen. But God! She was a sopping fountain in there. She was juicy and filled with desire for him, as much desire for him as he had for her. Had he known earlier how she felt, he might have been disposed to do something about this long before now, or so his drunken mind reasoned.
God! He wanted to fuck his cock into that tight little cunt of hers. It was just, in a way. When he had been a fuck-around in Hollywood, he had never had a virgin. When he had gotten married, his wife hadn't been a virgin. He had been robbed of virgins all his life, and though he had never thought in terms of having missed anything, having discovered his daughter was a virgin, his sotted mind suddenly felt the need to know what it was like to remove a maidenhead. He wanted to fuck his long, thick cock into this narrowly squeezing tightness. But at the same time he didn't think he would bear being able to have her take her mouth off his cock.
As a substitute, he rubbed his finger up and down his daughter's slippery slit, and he was gratified to feel her cunt instantly thrust against the finger, giving him even greater access to the swollen, opening lips of her ripe, plump pussy, letting him feel the inner secrets her vagina had to reveal. Her mouth and tongue never once stopped their diligent and loving labors on his shaking, jerking phallus.
As his hand slid against her hot and juicy canal, her tongue whirled like a mixmaster, licking and sucking. The man was in heaven, a heaven brought on by someone other than his wife. He had waited this long to be unfaithful to Sarita only because he knew that he had wanted someone who was his wife's equal, and he had found that someone in his own daughter. He was still unclear as to how all this had started, but his mind was in no mood to sort out what had happened. It had happened, and that was all that counted.
"Uuuuu nnnnn hhhhh aaaaa nnnnn hhhhh!" he groaned out loud, lifting his hips now, trying hard to cram even more of his driving, seeking phallic spear even farther down her sucking throat, feeling her lewdly erotic oral cave suck all the more strongly. His hand was sluicing through her tight narrow slit with only one finger because she was so tight, two fingers would have hurt her. Yet he knew he had to widen her, and so as he rubbed his fingers up and down, he finally forced a second finger into her, making her elastic opening widen and yet not probing too deeply, afraid to puncture her hymen. That little bit of membrane had to be saved for his cock.
His palm rubbed against the ball of her clitoris, and she shuddered, reverberations charging through her as a whole new world of sensation suddenly opened up to Nana. The pressure on that little button had made her realize how much she had been missing, and it also was, as far as she was concerned, another black mark against her mother for not having told her about all this sooner. She shook and moaned around his cock, sucking harder than ever.
Nana gasped, wanting to bite, but restraining herself, though she did chew just a little. She pushed her face lower this time, cramming more of his cock than ever into her gullet until her nose was rubbing into his pubic hairs and she was inhaling the full scent of his masculine groin-and loving it. At the same time she felt his fingers stretching her narrow little fundament, as his palm touched her clitoris again and again, her vaginal center sloshing around and around, almost totally out of control. The sucking sounds her mouth made as she pulled on the cock were matched by the sloshing noises of his finger moving in and out of her mushy pussy. That finger was sending shuddering signals through her entire body, and so she began frenetically increasing the way her compressing lips sucked on the man's hard meat.
Her daddy was almost there. But then, so was she. She felt the blood raging in his throbbing organ added to the fevered lifting and lowering and thrusting of his loins as he tried to completely gag her with his probing phallus. He sensed how close she was, and dug his two fingers into her cunt a little more harshly, still careful not to probe too deeply. Her head was bobbing faster and faster, and Nana spread her thighs even wider, hoping to attain this initial orgasm if only to discover what the hoopla was really all about. But her daddy would come unglued when she sucked him dry, for she had seen the way her mother had licked up the white fluid spurting from the penile tips of the men she had sucked, then putting the spurting cocks back in her mouth, she had sucked until the men were dry, and she had swallowed it all. If her mother was able to do that with those men, certainly she, Nana, would be able to do it with this man whom she loved-her father.
Ernie dug his fingers desperately into the slipperiness of her tightly milking cunt, feeling the way it sucked his digits as if they were the most wonderful probe in the world. He rubbed the heel of his hand all the more firmly against her clitoris, using his willpower to keep his fingers from puncturing her cherry. The girl ground her pelvis greedily against his fingers as if her cunt wanted to open wide and engulf his entire hand.
Having seen her mother with those naked men, Nana found something exceedingly delightful and arousing about sucking her father's cock while he still had his pants on. The sight of his upright spire protruding from his fly, all wet with her saliva, and then her lips taking it in right down to the root was something totally gratifying. Nana tasted the wonderful flesh of this instrument that had been the power behind her own creation, feeling the head push into her clinging gullet, and then abruptly the organ reappeared as she zipped her face upward until only the knob was between her lips, her tongue licking into the tiny little slit that was continually oozing copious quantities of oily fluid.
Ernie had one hand clinging to her head, pushing her lovely face up and down while her mouth engulfed his massively pulsating fleshy stem, while the two fingers of his other hand shallowly dipped into her honey-pot as his palm continued massaging her clitoris. Nana was only too aware of the inching forest fire building in her caused by the pressure of his knowledgeable fingers. Above her own soft moans she heard the shuddering grunts of her father as his breathing seemed to sound tortured, coming from fiery lungs.
"Suck me, baby, suck me, suck me, suck me!" he gasped as he continued grinding his vibrating phallus into the voracious tunnel of her heavily salivating mouth. He was harder than ever, thicker than ever, like rigid steel, forged with the strength of knowing his erection wouldn't shrink no matter what happened. If the world were to fall apart at this moment, it would have done nothing to stop the man. Had he not been so busy, concentrating on bringing his daughter pleasure, he would have wept with joy at the discovery that she ached to be fucked by him as much as he had ached to fuck her.
Not that this lessened his feelings for Sara. Hell, no! He loved his wife more than ever. If anything, this would bind him all the more closely to her, because he would not take her abilities for granted any longer. Being able to feel the differences between her and his daughter, he would be able to appreciate the two of them that much more. Drunk as he was, he knew full well this wasn't going to be his only foray with Nana. This was only the beginning, and because his mind was almost soused, he was able to admit, openly and freely to himself, that he loved the idea. The one thing he really would have liked would be to fuck the two of them at the same time, but at that moment he was quite convinced he would never be able to pull off a coup like that. Still, that would have really been something. Nana would love the idea if he ever talked to her about it. But Sara was a real prude. Now that she knew about so-called right and wrong, she was very strict about the way her children behaved. Hell! He wasn't the one who had taught it to her. On the contrary, it had been the damn Baptist preacher. This was the Baptist Belt, and the crazy southerners down here acted as if they had invented God, and religion was only good when it was their religion, and it was followed scrupulously. Even now, the KKK was on the rise again, and he was thankful his wife belonged to one of the crazy Baptist churches so the ignorant assholes who belonged to the KKK didn't come breaking in on him sometime in the future.
Ah, but at the moment he was in heaven, with his rock-solid erection moving in and out of his wonderful daughter's slobbering mouth. He wondered how many of these Baptist southerners usually made a habit of fucking their daughters while righteously preaching other bullshit. He wouldn't be surprised if the fat old minister screwed his own three ugly daughters since no one in town was interested in them. Hell! One thing about Nana! She wasn't ugly, she was beautiful, and he was slamming his cock into that wonderful mouth, and she was taking it all ... hot, hard, and all.
Ernie felt the continually building pressure in the swirl of his throbbing testicles. The semen was surging back and forth and seemed to build higher and higher with the passage of every shattering second. He wondered for a moment if he ought to try and separate his searing cock from her leeching mouth in order to take that damned virginity, but the thought of parting with that greedy, sucking vacuum between her oral lips was unbearable. He lifted his hips and cradled her lovely, naked shoulders so that she curled against him, turned with her cunt toward him and her mouth still filled with his cock, though it almost put a strain on her neck. His fingers foraged all the more furiously in and out of the dimple of her pussy, and now he rubbed his thumb across her clitoris to stimulate her even more.
The rich ebony fleece of her pubic covering was matted and soaking wet with seeping, dripping, Oozing fluid from the inner depths of a cunt that had never before leaked in this manner. He ached to taste that quim, to savor it, to know the difference between it and that of his wife, for each cunt had its own special taste and aroma. He wanted to drink down all that juicy love dew that let him know she wanted him, but again he was unable to gather the strength he needed to make her twisting lips remove themselves from the cock they sucked in order to draw semen, eventually. He was closer than ever to the gushing point.
"Ummmmm ... hhhhh mmmmm ... gggglllllmm-mmm ... wwwww mmmmm ... uuummmmmm ... mmmmm ... hhhhh mmmmm...." she moaned unintelligibly around the throbbing penis, her mouth so full of near-exploding phallus she was incapable of being articulate, as wild, raging, riotous sensations continued charging through her own fiery interior. She was so close, and edging even closer. Never having attained such a feeling before, she was not only curious, but a little afraid of it. Even so, she wanted her daddy to come, aching to feel her mouth filled with his steaming, creamy seminal fluid. She was trembling aware of how close to the brink she was, not yet certain what was going to happen, unsure if she really wanted to find out.
Ernie's fingers, moving in and out less than an inch into her seething central interior, made continually louder slurping noises as her wetly wanting pussy clung to those fingers. Her rounded hips were spinning and flailing as they rolled, grinding the sopping, hair-matted, quivering pussy" all the harder against his pillaging fingers to maintain the sensual agitation at its most frantic pitch of sensation as her too-full mouth vainly attempted to communicate to him that she wanted the fingers thrust even deeper. Her face was rising up and down, her mouth moving more and more quickly, her head bobbing at an incredible rate of speed, her lips moving and pulling on his screaming cock, her hips contorting wildly to the increasing tempo.
That was when Ernie felt his daughter stiffen. She became as rigid and unyielding as a corpse in a state of rigor mortis, and her mouth clamped all the more tightly as her teeth raked painfully on the throbbing organ. The pleasure-pain of her nibbling teeth set off the ignition cap in his cock, his balls wadding into great big knots as he came.
"YYYYY AAAAA RRRRR GGGGG UUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA UUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHH!" he bellowed, his feet, flat on the floor lifting his buttocks off the sofa, his cock spewing one blast of seminal fluid after another in a mighty roar against the back of her sucking throat.
His two fingers were suddenly clasped by the powerful vising muscles in her vagina, and though only the upper digits, above the first knuckle, were trapped in her, they were tightly trapped. His thumb pressed on her clitoris, and his last two fingers reached forward and pressed on her pubic bone, and that was when she came, feeling the power of orgasm for the first time.
WWW UUUUU CCCCC HHHHH AAAAA UUUUU WWWWW GGGGG LLLLL PHHHHH MMMMM PHHHH AAAAA WWWWW CCCCC HHHHH!" she gagged as she came. She came repeatedly, her gushing juices washing over her father's fingers and running down her thighs, her cunt clinging to the fingers pressed into it as if holding onto a life preserver. Her rigid form shuddered in continual quaking spasms, her thighs trying hard to wrap themselves around his forearm. Her orgasm was as violent as the one she had brought on her father.
She sucked and swallowed as fast as she was able, gagging and spluttering because his juices came even faster than she was able to handle tbem. It was a jet-stream of fluid that was propelled into her throat again and again. She sucked and drank, wallowing in the taste of the white fluid, a cannibal who was swallowing millions of brothers and sisters she would never know. At the same time she was aware of the flaming lava erupting from her own inner cavern, coming from her with such force, she was certain the entire sofa must be burnt to a crisp by now.
Now the quakes began to lessen in their intensity, and though still shaken by them, she continued sucking, aware the flesh hose in her mouth was softening and relaxing. Slowly she raised her weary mouth from the penis in time to see the littlest white drop emerge from the tip. Her tongue leaped out and snapped it up.
No wonder her mother drank so heartily. No wonder she had enjoyed doing it all. Yet even now, Nana knew she would never be able to enjoy sex without love. It was the strong love she felt for her father, and the love he gave back to her, that had made it all so intensely wonderful.
CHAPTER NINE
The Canasta game had lasted a lot longer than Sarita had expected. There was Rose Ann, always doing anything possible to win, even if she cheated a little, and both Pearl and Marilyn had to take her down a peg. One entire set had to be re-played because Rose Ann had been caught cheating.
Pearl, like Sarita, loved sex, and always wanted to rush home to her husband. The man sometimes spent two or three days away from home, and as a result, whenever he was home, most of the time Pearl was with him she was in the sack.
Rose Ann, on the other hand, was very indifferent to sex. She didn't talk about it, and from all appearances, wasn't overly happy about the way her husband made love to her.
Marlyn was what one might term a "normal" woman. She enjoyed sex, casually made references to it, hinted that she and her husband went at it twice weekly, sometimes a little less, and that she was content with the feelings he gave her.
Sarita loved boasting about her husband's lovemaking abilities, but at no time did she ever hint what she had done for a living prior to becoming a big TV star. As it was, she knew the other three girls envied her a little. Hers was the most active sex life of them all. She had heard that each of these three women had, at one time or another, attempted to seduce her husband, but she shrugged that off, finding it difficult to believe. Not that it bothered her since she knew Ernie was true-blue.
Now she was home, expecting to find Ernie awake and waiting for her, and surprise, he was fast asleep in their bed. Nana was also asleep. Bert had not yet come home.
Although Bert had given her the screwing of her life earlier in the day, her mind had primed itself for some lovemaking with Ernie. She therefore tried waking him up, but he was really knocked out. She smelled the whiskey on his breath and wondered what had happened to make him drink himself to sleep. Probably something at work. Still, this didn't solve her own problem. She was hot and horny, and in dire need of cock.
Going down to the kitchen, she made herself a cup of hot chocolate in the hope it would make her feel drowzy. She sat sipping it, watching TV in the living room, but she didn't feel the least bit tired.
The front door opened and Bert came in. He smiled at her, feeling somewhat awkward in her presence now, knowing she was angry at the way he had forced her to copulate with him. Yet he wasn't the least bit sorry he had done it, and he knew, deep down, neither was she.
He was therefore surprised when she turned off the TV set and asked, "What were you doing with Bob."
"Movies," was all he said. "Did you pick up girls."
"No!"
"Are you sure?"
"Sure I'm sure. Hey, ma, why the third degree?"
"It's simple," she replied. "I'm all worked up and I need a kind of sedative, but not anything chemical."
"Huh?" he asked, sitting on the sofa along with her. There was utter silence between them for a moment, as the boy huddled against the back of the sofa, looking at her. Then his eyes widened as her fingers leaped out and gripped the zipper tab of his fly.
CHAPTER TEN
Nana opened her eyes. She heard voices. Sitting up in bed, she wondered if her mother had come home, and possibly her parents were making it. She would have loved to watch them, but they always kept that bedroom door locked.
Getting up, she walked out of her bedroom wearing her shortie nightie, a pink, fluffy thing, and headed toward the sound. It was coming from downstairs.
At the head of the stairs she peered over the banister and into the living room, below. There was her mother with her brother, and she realized from the way her mother had her hand inside Bert's fly that something was going to take place.
She hurried back to her room and got her Polaroid Instant Movie Camera, and aimed it below. The light was strong enough for the film to record anything.
"I need help," Sarita was saying to Bert. "Your father and I always make love when I come home from my card game, but for some reason he was tired tonight and fell asleep. I'm all primed, and I need a cock-tranquilizer."
Bert stared at her, astonished. It was the first time his "captive" had ever come on to him. He had never heard her use words like that when not in the throes of near-orgasm.
He gasped as her cool fingers tightened around his cock, teasing it, fondling it, making it grow stiff and hard in her hand. He didn't think he'd be able to raise another erection so quickly.
"I know I said I would resist you," she went on, "but I was wrong. We're both of us too grown up to play games. I love you, Bert. That's why I'm turning to you instead of trying to work on your poor father. He's asleep, and I have no doubt I'd be able to raise an erection even while he slept, but it would be unfair to him ... "
Sarita felt desire in the pit of her belly, and her thighs were already rubbing against the sofa seat. She was certain she smelled semen in the air, but saw nothing to indicate there was any around. She put it down to her imagination, but there was nothing imaginative about the wetness between her thighs caused by her fondling of her son's rigid tool. In the room's dim light-she had only left on two lamps-she saw he was already becoming excited as her palms slapped together around his cock and began pumping it up and down. That massive pole would very shortly be pushing its way into her.
"How do you want it this time?"
Her question was not so much because she really expected a decision from him. All she was, in essence doing, was telling him he was still boss. But in a moment she would make the decision.
The boy, tormented by the overpowering extent of his desire for his mother, gulped and remained silent for the moment. For all his bravado and the macho image he had tried to present, his mother had found him out to be the softy he really was. He was no longer the captor, basically because she was no longer afraid of him, and no longer reticent about fucking.
Sarita felt a sense of relief, knowing her short-lived captivity to her son was ended. How was she to know she was about to become a captive to her daughter, next. A captive mom, no matter which kid was the captor, and right now, her future captor was on the landing above, taking movies of everything happening, below.
Her strong perfume was slowly but surely overwhelming her son. That sweet scent filled his nostrils and made his cock throb all the harder. Then her clothing was flying every which way, and soon she was totally naked as she stood in front of him. Not giving him a chance to recover from the surprise of her direct attack, she undid his pants, then grabbed them by the ankles after pulling off his shoes, and she tugged the pants off. Her hands slid his undershorts down, next. Without waiting for his okay, she gripped his cock, tugged it a few more times to make certain it was rigid, and then she straddled him, then and there, on the sofa. Her cunt pressed itself so tightly against his body, her tits pushing into his face, her own face in his hair, that it seemed neither of them was capable of moving for the moment.
Nana smiled, using her zoom lens to first get a close-up of their faces, especially that of her brother's pushed between her mother's breasts, and then she panned down to where her mother's ass pressed into Bert's thighs. When Sarita rose a little, the stem of Bert's cock was seen visibly protruding from her cunt. The tan columns of her naked thighs rested on either side of the boy as her knees dug into the sofa, and he was aware of her hair-lined slit sucking on the full length of his throbbing organ as she slowly lifted herself until the upper part of his penile head was inside, and nothing else.
"Uuuuu hhhhh ... hhhhh uuuuu nnnnn hhhh ... uuuuu nnnnn uuuuu mmmmm!" she hoarsely gasped out loud.
Nana was sorry there was no sound attachment to her camera. It was too late to go back and get her tape recorder.
Sarita's fingers moved between her body and that of her son as she rose a little too high, and the penis suddenly slipped out of her. She gripped the throbbing shaft, the image of her fingers holding it clearly picked up by the camera. She once again positioned the pulsing wand so that the immensely thick phallus was again pushing at the hotly expecting entrance to her seething cunt.
"Push up and keep it in, this time!" she commanded as she sat again.
"Unh!" the boy grunted, trying to shove upward.
"Push, damn you!" she gasped.
Above them, aroused by what she was seeing, Nana balanced the camera on the railing and used one hand to continue photographing while her other hand dipped into her cunt and began massaging her clitoris, now only too well aware of the ultra-sensitive button and how it was capable of arousing her.
"Oh, God!" the boy gasped. "Mother, what's come over you?"
"The need for constant cock, because of you!" she all but snarled. "Now push!"
So he rammed upward, shoving for dear life, and the most wondrous clasp he had ever known once again took possession of him. Her slurping inner walls tightly surrounded his throbbing cock. The sheath rode straight down on the hard stolidity, sucking and nursing on it as if expecting to get sustaining nourishment from it. He was aware of her vaginal muscles wildly contracting, crushing even more strongly than ever before, and it occurred to the boy that his mother's cunt had become a Pandora's Box. He had opened up what might turn out to be a whole series of things he wouldn't be able to handle because he had invaded the box. Her inner flesh rolled around his shuddering pike, making it do her bidding as she moved licentiously against him, rubbing her breasts consistently against his face. His mouth opened automatically, and his tongue washed one nipple, then the other.
"Yes, yes, yes, my son, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Sarita insisted, crying out, beside herself with surging delight, pleased that even now, taken aback as he was, the boy had the presence of mind to still use his cock and not simply sit there like a log. The burgeoning phallus surged upward into her seething feminine container, the moist confines of the snugly clasping cunt squeezing even more tightly as muscles she had allowed to rest over the years suddenly began coming into play all over again.
"Like it?" she gasped.
"Love it!" he replied.
"You're ... unnnhhh ... good ... very good ... already as good as all those men you saw me with in the movie. A little more practice, and you'll be as good as your father."
Nana rubbed her clitoris more rapidly. So her father really was an expert cocksman. Fool that she was, she had settled for sucking it and letting him finger her. Well, the hell with that! She was due for a good feel of that cock in her cunt, and she was going to get it ... tonight. But first she had to finish filming what was taking place below.
Sarita wildly bounced up and down, her breasts beating against the boy's face as she encouraged him by gyrating and ramming against his loins. She kept herself perfectly balanced, waiting and letting the boy do some of the work, making him cram upward into her, filling the soft, tight folds of her interior and clogging the salient depths of her with his vibrantly driving juggernaut. The wet lips of her quaking vaginal tunnel continued vibrantly trembling and sucking voraciously around the young boy's advancing penis as she felt herself getting wetter and wetter, inside.
"Ohhhhh ... yesssss ... it's so good ... so good ... keep doing it!" she cried out, overwhelmed by the sheer perversity of what she was doing. Unlike her husband, she sincerely believed the minister at her church to be one of those pure men of God, and she knew he would be horrified if he knew she was here, fucking her son. Well, the idea of his being horrified seemed to thrill her, and so she kept on bouncing on the hard cock. "Bert! Darling Bert! You're so wonderfullll ... ! "
She was unable to keep herself from calling out the name of her son, once again making Nana sorry she didn't have all this sound recorded. Hell! The movies would be just as good.
Sarita's cunt sucked her son's throbbing totem pole into its simmering center with all the effort she was capable of mustering. Her face pushed hard against his head, thus cramming his face against her breasts, and he sucked them all the harder, causing the firm tips of her nipples to swell beyond belief. He was moaning and whimpering as he realized he was indeed still only a little boy and in the presence of a great teacher. No longer did he, for one minute think deprecating thoughts concerning his mother. Now he was aglow with desire for her, a willing pupil willing to learn from the greatest of all mistresses.
Sarita's mind was transported back to a time when she was young and though no-longer innocent, she had met her future husband for the first time. He had been a set builder then, and the two of them had gone off to a motel without telling anyone, and in less than an hour following their initial meeting he had been fucking her. She had sat in his lap then, just as she was doing with her son now, and this hard-driving thickness of her son reminded her so much of her husband, she fucked all the more violently.
Again and again the handsome boy pushed his phallus upward, and she slid down against him, feeling her legs and back tight with cramps, her knees rubbing against the rough surface of the sofa cushion. She would have to make a note to have the sofa re-covered in some material that was softer, and also able to repel moisture. Except for the two lights throwing light directly on them, the room was dark, and Sarita groaned, wincing with delight, smacking her nakedly gyrating loins solidly against the thighs of her loving son and making him grow more and more excited with every passing second.
The handsome boy, totally unprepared for this, had not psyched his body up to resist any oncoming orgasms, and as a result, was aware of one building in him. He was in a total frenzy of excitement as he continued using every sinew and muscle in his shuddering body. Hungrily, the beautiful older woman spurred him on, and so he responded with equal adoration.
The sperm was coming and there was no way for him to stop it. It seemed to march in cadence up the length of his cock, keeping time with the stroke-stroke-stroke of the penis moving inside the mother's tight-muscled well. The underside of his penis was rubbing against the lower wall of her cunt, once, twice, three times ... again ... again ... and then the dizzying orgasm overcame him, and hot, splashing semen came rising from within him and blasted into his mother's anxious cunt. The sensation shook him to the very foundation of his inner self.
Who would have believed he was coming home to something like this? No goddamned wonder his old man waited up for her every Wednesday night. What Bert was unable to understand was why the man was suddenly falling asleep and unable to perform. It didn't make sense.
"AAAAA mil YYYYY AAAAA GGGGG HHHHH UUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA UUUUU WWWWW AAAAA RRRRR GGGGG HHHHH UUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHHH AAA GGG HHH!" he yelled as he felt her cling tightly to him and move her body all the more furiously, her insides clutching at his spending organ with a sense of frenetic urgency. But even as she bounced she realized he was coming too quickly, and he would shrink before she was ready to attain her own satisfaction.
"No! No! No! No! No! No!" she gasped, bouncing all the more wildly up and down on the quickly deflating young penis inside her totally unsatisfied vagina, but it was all to no avail. His cock was already softening, what with having come earlier in the day, and now.
But Sarita was not content. The boy was the reason why excitement had started building up in her, and he was going to make sure she had a satisfactory orgasm.
Hell! It was time the boy learned that he didn't just go around getting his rocks off without making sure he satisfied his female partner. She was going to teach him a much-needed lesson.
Leaping off him, she grabbed his hair, and as she fell back on the sofa, legs spread wide, she tugged his face between her thighs. Her hands pressed on the back of his head, and his face was pressing into the sump where he had just made another seminal deposit. He groaned into her labia, not even thinking, reacting instinctively, his lips caressing her dew-covered cunt lips, his face pressing down into the soft richness of her already over-stimulated vaginal mound. She felt the sweet pain of his wonderful teeth, knew the darting pleasure of his hot tongue.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Her son, her loving son, her wonderful son was going down on his mother. His leaping tongue was plunging into the central core of her simmering pussy, and she had no intention of letting him stop until he brought her to total fulfillment. She moaned and writhed, hoping her gasps wouldn't awaken either her husband or her daughter. The last thing she needed was for them to find out how she had backslid to being what she had been many years ago.
The boy's seeking tongue washed her cunt lips again and again, then pushed between them. His mouth opened wide to suck the pink deliciousness of her and drain both his own and her juices from her internal cave. He sucked her labia between his own lips, then used his stiffened tongue like a thrusting penis, pushing it in and out of her puckered labia. Stretching his mouth, forcing it to open wide, he sucked as much of her vulva into it as possible, then with a soft moan, let the tantalizing pink flesh slide back out as he burrowed his mouth between them and licked into the depths of her seething interior.
He used his tongue to swipe up and down, and he finally found her clitoris. Without thinking, he curled his oral organ about her tiny nub of passion, then sucked it lightly and lovingly between his teeth where he was able to nibble on it as he had bit her breasts, earlier. The sensation was indescribable for Sarita, who had only known this kind of loving from her husband, since the men with whom she had fucked and sucked had to do things for the benefit of the camera and not herself. The pictures of tongues licking against her cunt and massaging her clitoris might have looked arousing on screen, but the real way to build seething delight in her was to suck and bite on her clitoris, and that was something the camera would not be able to pick up properly.
Lights flashed behind Sarita's blinking eyes and her mouth hung wide open, gasping for air. Somehow her hands had tightened their hold on her son's hair, twining strands around her fingers.
God! She was unable to restrain herself any longer. Biting her lip, she pushed hard against his head so that her clitoris rubbed against his upper teeth. Then she began rolling her belly, realizing her son was gripping her ass-cheeks while he continued to lustily eat the tantalizing meat of her vagina.
"Yes ... yes ... yes...." she gasped, humping her hips wildly up and down, moving them as if they had a motor to keep them going. "Do it! Do it! Do it! Only your father knows how to do it this well! Suck! Lick! Eat me! Lap me! I haven't had it this way since last week! Keep sucking meeee ... don't stop ... ooooo-hhhhh ... yes, my darling ... my wonderful son ... keep eating meeee ... suck ... suck ... suck . ... "
He obeyed, his mouth vacuuming her cunt until it was almost pulled inside-out as his tongue plunged into the seething center again and again. Air escaped from the corners of his mouth in hissing, bubbling sounds as he continued sucking her vagina, drawing on it with violence to the point where Sarita hoped he didn't actually tear her inner flesh. He pulled, sucked, chewed and bit, and she rotated her loins as his tongue pressured her clitoris until it hit her.
"IIIII'MMMMM ... UUUUU NNNNN HHHHH ... COM MMMIIIIINNN NN GGGGG UUU HHHH!" she gasped and the boy licked all the faster.
Upstairs, Nana smiled, finishing her cartridge of film. She had enough, now. In fact, she had more than enough.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Nana retreated to her room and waited. She listened as her brother came stumbling up the stairs and went to his own room, all but slamming the door. Her mother came up next, carrying her clothing. She peered into Nana's room, and the young girl pretended she was asleep. Sarita then went to her own bedroom.
Nana knew her mother's habits by now. All she needed was a bit more patience. Her father had fallen asleep a good four hours ago according to the digital clock in her bedroom. The booze would have worn off, but she had the feeling his lust was still there. If she woke him now, while he was still groggy, and reminded him of what they had done, and how much she loved him for it and wanted more, she had the feeling her father would be willing. But first . ...
Less than fifteen minutes later, she heard her mother go into the bathroom. Her mother's nightly shower was a forty to forty-five minute ritual every night. She took so long in the shower because she knew she would be able to sleep later than the others in the morning.
Nana waited until she heard the sound of the shower go on, then she got up. The sound of the sliding shower doors told her, her mother had gotten into the shower, and now she would have her father to herself.
Hurrying into the master bedroom, the girl swiftly took her nightie off and climbed into bed, sitting on top of her father. The pressure of her body woke him up, and she was pleased to see he was totally naked under the covers. His cock, feeling the wet bush between her thighs, was automatically beginning to rise. Good!
"Dad!" she said, shaking him.
"Huh! What is it?"
"It's me, dad, Nana, I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me feel good again."
"Again? What are you talking about?" he asked, still groggy, his head spinning from the mild hangover he had.
"I sucked your cock before, and you fingered me," she reminded him.
"No," he said, shaking his head, still not aware of her nakedness. That was only a dream. It didn't happen. No!"
"It did happen!" she insisted. "I'm telling you dad, it did happen. It wasn't a dream."
She felt the stiffness of his throbbing cock as it pressed against her body. She knew she was going to have it. Now she was going to lose this final barrier to ultimate sexual enjoyment. As a result, her young body was trembling. She leaned forward, pushing her breasts into his chest, making him suddenly very acutely aware of their dual nudity. "Nana . ... "
"Hush!" she said. "Don't fight it, daddy. You wanted it then, and you want it now. Will you rob me of my pleasure after you had yours, earlier? I did suck you, you know. It's only fair that you fuck me. After all, we agreed that tomorrow I'll start on the Pill."
Now it came back to him. The man didn't know whether or not to be ashamed. He looked at his daughter and said, "This is insane."
"You love me," she whispered. "You said as much. You love me the way a man loves a woman, can you deny it?"
"No," he finally admitted, letting his head push into the pillow beneath him in the darkened room. "I can't."
The simple truth was, the man was overwhelmingly aroused by the pressure of his daughters body. He did want her, even now, even sober, and he realized he had become her captive.
"Your mother...."
"Just went into the shower," she whispered. "She'll be there long enough."
"Yes," he nodded. "She will."
"Then will you?"
"Yes," he sighed. "God forgive me, but I can't help myself. I love you."
"Will it hurt?" she asked, suddenly realizing now that he had agreed, there would have to be some pain.
"A little," he admitted, still more than anxious to get on with it. "I promise to be as gentle as possible, but I can't lie to you and tell you there won't be discomfort."
"I love you, daddy," she said, holding tightly to him, pressing her girlish lips against his, anxious to get started, yet more than a little afraid now that she knew about the pain.
"A little," he admitted, still more than anxious to get on with it. "I promise to be as gentle as possible, but I can't lie to you and tell you there won't be discomfort."
"I love you, daddy," she said, holding tightly to him, pressing her girlish lips against his, anxious to get started, yet more than a little afraid now that she knew about the pain.
Little by little the pressure of their kisses continued building desire in them, and his hands slid upward against her shuddering body and surrounded her full breasts with his fingers. She felt the pressure of his palms against her nipples, making them stand up like tiny bullets.
His tongue was taking the initiative, stroking lightly between her lips, moving gently in and out, causing her mouth to respond fervently, for she was aware more than ever that she ached to have his hard erection pushing into her belly. Her cunt had become a pressure cooker.
Her hand moved down and fluttered delicately near his thigh, moving closer to the ever-anxious cock between his legs. Then her tense, cool fingers closed around the solidity of the pulsing shaft, holding it gently, in a light, delicately tender grip. She sighed, her hand tugging up and down on the massive organ. At the same time she kissed him, her lips pressing so strongly on his, he felt the insides of his own mouth being cut by his teeth. Then she pulled her face from his and buried her lips against the side of his neck, shuddering as the full realization hit her. She was about to be fucked, at last. Finally! Heck! It had taken enough time. A solidly knowing cock was going to make its way into the citadel of her tightly squirming pussy. Anxiety began mingling with fear. The little she'd had of sex had been wonderful, and it was obvious all the others who indulged enjoyed it. Now it was going to hurt, but she knew it was a one-time hurt. After this, it would be all fun.
"I love you, daddy," she whispered. "Forgive me if I act like a frightened kid."
"But you haven't grown up completely," he told her, smiling, his hands caressing her tantalizing young body. "You'll be a lovely young girl for a long, long time to come. Don't ever feel bad about being yourself. Now relax, my love ... just open those sweet little thighs ... yes ... that's it ... right ... very nice ... stay calm ... good...."
Her loins began to slowly separate. She thought of herself as a shy, demure pure virgin with an overpowering desire to lose her virginity. She was determined to override any anguish she might feel in order to achieve that goal. Her eyes were tightly closed for the moment as she forced herself to breathe regularly, feeling the way her daddy's hand caressed the sparsely furred mound of her delightful cunt. She was aware of the blazing kiln within her body, and knew in spite of her anxiety she was hotter than she had been earlier, when she had sucked his cock. Her father's warm fingers felt reassuring as they continually caressed, tantalized, and titillated her oiling little pink slit. He stroked the sodden gash cadently, tenderly, and the remaining tension slowly slid out of her.
This was Nana's father, the man who loved her more than any other in the world. It was only right he be the one to take her virginity. He made her feel relaxed and secure. Her lips moved along the side of his jaw, sliding up to his cheek until her lips were once again kissing his. Her burning tongue once more speared itself in and out of his mouth, mingling with his tongue as if it were a sword dueling with him. In fact, now that she thought about it, her plunging tongue was a hard cock, fucking his mouth the way his penis was going to invade her cunt.
Nana melted when she felt Ernie's finger touch her clitoris and press it firmly. The tiny, throbbing nubbin began swelling beneath his fingering caress, and as a result she felt more of her inner passion being unleashed.
The young brunette's hips were spiraling now, moving with a slow, lazy motion, gently rotating as his finger continued to rub her stiffening pink pearl as he had done earlier, when he had fingered her. She humped her sweet body all the harder against the pressure of the finger, timidly and gently at first, then more daringly as her ardor continued to seethingly increase.
She felt her daddy's slick fingers slide their length down so the tips were touching her sensitive B-B. Then the fingertips moved through the slick slash welling up between her soft inner labia. She began exhaling raggedly as she felt the point of his finger press deeper into her vaginal orifice. He pushed the digit into her very slowly, moving in about a half inch, then tugging out. It was almost as if he found the heat inside her cunt too much for his finger.
Nana felt the fingertip move in again, sliding back and forth, separating her inner walls just a little. His finger pushed in a fraction of an inch more each time he stroked it forward.
Nana was panting more and more heavily, feeling that wonderful desire she had felt earlier mounting inside her quivering body. It was the same series of thrills she had known the first time, only this time they were rising to a higher plateau. It was all enhanced by the knowledge she was about to enjoy that which she had been seeking; that which she had seen her mother enjoy twice in real life in one day, and once on the screen. She was already familiar with orgasm, and she was certain that a penile induced climax would be far more intense than anything brought about by a finger.
Her tantalizing rounded ass-cheeks humped gently forward to meet the constant pressure of the moving finger as she leaned into him, her breasts flattening against his chest, her lips biting at his mouth. All of her was attempting to merge into him.
Her father wanted to turn her over and lay her flat on the bed, but she persisted in remaining on top, gripping his cock with both hands, saying, "This is my initiation. Though I'm using your cock, father, the best one in the world, I want to be the one to take my own virginity. This way, if anyone asks you later on if you deflowered your own daughter, you can look at them with a straight face and deny it, since I'm the one who'll be doing the work."
"Whatever you want, my love," the father told her.
He remained lying flat on his back, his chest hairless, just like her brother's, his cock thick and rigid, just like her brother's. Her brother's turn would come the following day.
Nana knew she had her father stone-cold sober now, and totally aroused, and his desire for her was built to the point where he would certainly insist she carry this thing through. There was no backing out any longer. She had gone too far.
She rose above him, her thighs straddling his haunches, feeling the teasing brush of the head of his rigid phallus as it lightly touched the satin lips between her sweet thighs. She also saw the pain in his eyes: pain brought on because he was so rampantly aroused and his balls were swelling in a sac that was shrinking. It was as if the mere idea that her unused vagina was hovering there, directly above the tip of his upstanding cock, preparing to impale itself on him, was the actual cause of his inner agony. A simple upward thrust of his hips once she had inserted the penile point was all that needed being done, especially if he held her hips firmly in place with his hands.
Nana squatted in the cool darkness of the bedroom, maintaining her weight on the soles of her feet for the moment, as well as the palms of her hands. She sensed the stiff, masculine prong anxiously touching her, nuzzling the seething entrance to her watery cunt. For a moment she felt almost as if she didn't know what to do. Her upper body was leaning way forward over her father now, her dangling nipples brushing his hairless chest. Her lips lowered themselves to his, kissing him lightly. Slowly, very slowly she allowed her weight to continue sinking lower until she became aware of the point of his rigid penis slowly, carefully, tenderly parting her soft, fuzz-rimmed cunt. The touch frightened her, and she instantly hauled her vagina up, as if afraid her father would spear so far through her, he would poke his penis into her gullet.
She was suddenly very frightened. Yes, she was actually afraid. Now wasn't this a silly thing? Here, she had been wanting to be fucked ever since seeing her brother screw their mother, and she had forced this opportunity herself. But now that it was here, she was reneging. What was wrong with her?
She felt her father get a tight grip on the cheeks of her ass, keeping her firmly held in position. He wasn't trying to force her lower, but rather he was holding her steady.
"Suddenly I feel so small down there," she told her father by way of explaining her reactions. Funny! When I first looked at that wonderful penis of yours, I was certain that since it gave so much pleasure to mother, it would certainly fill me with just as much delight. But now it feels so huge, so gigantic, I'm afraid you'll rip me apart. Daddy, it's just that I don't want to feel pain."
She was talking in a low, panting voice as her sweet lips continued rubbing themselves against his mouth. The entire time she felt the tip of his thrusting cock moving through her rectal crease as she rocked her buttocks back and forth, as if trying to force his penis forward and in-between the inner labia of her dribbling vagina.
Suddenly she was aware of the thick, spongy glans pressing ever-gently between her inner cunt lips. It pushed, moving inward ever-so-slightly. She stiffened, but this time she didn't pull up. She was aware of the blunt nose pressing very firmly into her virgin slash.
Reaching around behind her with her left hand, she squirmed as she tried feeling for his cock, lust making itself felt all the more strongly inside her. Her fingers came down solidly on his thigh, then walked across his testicles to clutch at the base of his seething phallic probe. She rotated the organ around and around so the head pushed deeper into her vaginal vent, widening the entrance. Her breathing was guttural at that point as fear remained ever-present. The tip seemed to be pressing too far against one side of her, and she had to adjust its direction, aiming it right up the middle.
Her pink, flowering inner walls began to slowly, grudgingly widen and separate, opening all the more as she very, very slowly continued lowering herself onto the meaty pike. Her ass-cheeks clenched themselves tightly shut as she once again came close to panicking. The quivers were stronger and far more evident at the moment as they raced through her entire youthful body.
At least she was doing this the right way. No tiny, inky dinky peckers for her. She was surrendering her virginity to one of the longest, thickest cocks in all creation. It was a yardstick in more ways than one, because it was the phallus against which all others she wanted to take would be measured. Though she might not find many to compare, she certainly wanted nothing to do with tiny penises.
Yes, her father's auger was immense, totally out of proportion to the tiny hole into which she wished to push it. The lower her cunt moved, the more obvious it became that she would not only feel agony, but would possibly tear the lining of her cunt because of his massivity. Nevertheless, she didn't allow it to stop her. She continued pressing the penis into herself, a fraction of an inch at a time. If her mother was able to handle this one, then so was she. The flaring mouth of her sodden vagina surrounded the enlarged, rubbery knob as if absorbing it into her; surrounding it, clinging to it, making it dissolve into her.
Yes! There was no doubt she was beginning to feel more than discomfort. There was definitely pain at the moment. The lower she went, the more intense the agony, but she refused to back away. Had the sensational feeling of inner thrills not been commensurate with the torment, she might well have insisted he pull out. As it was, even with the pain continuing to increase, the lust was also enhancing itself, driving her insane with ecstatic agony.
She continually rotated her vagina into a circular pattern, doing her level best to make his solid poker widen her narrow interstice. The center of her tight, sweet pussy continued gripping the swollen elasticity of his pulsating head like a strong, clutching fist. She was aware of the elastic inner flesh of her body stretching a bit more as her narrow interior continued to widen and open a little at a time. All the while the unbending staff of his phallus continued its traveling into her.
The head was pressed against her hymen. As it pushed a bit more, she felt even more agony, because the penis was relentlessly trying to rend the membrane to shreds. The hymen, in turn, was fighting him, stretching, not wanting to break. Nana felt her father's hard cock pulsating with an insane and quivering intensity, and her ass-cheeks once again tightened and clenched themselves closed as she stiffened and prepared to lift herself off the stake inside her.
In the middle of readying herself, she stopped. Nana realized there was no getting away from the rigid phallic probe. If she didn't do it now, it would be done another time, and she would be even more afraid then, because the memory of this pain would continue hanging over her. No, it had to be done, now! It had to be ended. She had to definitely smash her hymen and cram every last millimeter of her pater's peter into the teeming tunnel of her tense, tight, taut twat. She had to have it buried inside her if it killed her.
She leaned forward and rammed her lips against his as she slid her feet back so that the weight moved from her toes to her knees. Once again the insides of his lips were being torn to bits as she pressed against his teeth, and the knowledge she was causing him some pain while she was feeling agony seemed to help ease the suffering in her tender young torso.
Nana felt Ernie stiffening beneath her, and she hoped he wasn't about to come. After having gone through all of this, she had no intention of letting him get away with a "cheap climax."
No! She realized he wasn't on the verge of any orgasm. The man had been merely steadying himself, waiting for her to continue at her own pace. So much time seemed to have gone by. She checked the clock on his night table and saw only ten minutes had passed. Her mother would be in the shower for at least another half hour, maybe longer. She might as well continue.
Slowly she rubbed her buttocks back and forth as she had done before introducing the phallus inside her. But this time the organ was almost three inches into her, her warm, sticky walls continually caressing his hot, bloated phallic tip. She was aware of her tantalizing interior becoming more and more seethingly wet as she felt herself becoming more aroused and less afraid.
The low sounds in her throat were no longer moans of agony but sighs of delight. She rode her cunt back and forth faster and faster, sliding the cock three inches in, three inches back, moving with a thrilling sense of unreality. Ecstatic wonder began charging through her shuddering form, making her feel a thrill-a-second as his hard, leaking dome remained within those initial three inches of her vaginal entrance.
One of her father's hands no longer clutched Nana's ass-cheeks. It had moved around in front, between their compressed bodies, sliding against her groin so his thumb was able to massage her clitoris. This made her spin her buttocks all the more swiftly, still holding herself so the head of his pulsating penis didn't quite penetrate the rubbery softness of her hymen.
She tore her mouth from her father's lips and sank her teeth into his shoulder as she tensed, once again gathering all her courage. She inhaled three times, exhaling twice. After the third intake of breath, she drove her cunt straight down, forcing her daddy's stiff javelin right into the heated center of her girlish tightness. She gasped, and she would have screamed had her mouth not been pressed against his shoulder as her inner membrane was ripped away once and for all. Her sweet cunt, tightly flexed, slowly moved lower, lower, lower, her inner walls widening as never before as she painfully captured the full length of her father's steaming cock.
For a moment it felt like the overpowering start of some kind of armageddon, as agony continued ripping through her, tearing her interior with torment and ecstasy at the same time. Now her body felt cleft in half, and yet feeling divided, she also felt herself as being totally complete for the first time in her young life. Yes, she was definitely complete now, a throbbing penis filling the emptiness that had been inside her all this time.
She lay against her loving daddy, panting, out of breath for the moment, feeling the pain slowly starting to slip away. Now she was abandoning herself to the wonderful, superb pleasures she was certain would follow as the throbbing organ in her womanhood brought her one step closer to utter fulfillment. Oh, there was still pain, considerable agony in fact, but the delight inside her was overpowering the pain, and it was so intense, Nana knew now she would gladly undergo the pain a second and third time, if necessary.
Still lying on the broad hairless chest of her father, she once again reached her hand behind her, filling her palm with his weighty, hairy scrotum. When she tried touching his penis, she realized she was unable to touch it because every last little inch of it was pushed into the narrow aperture between her tantalizing young thighs. Yes, her daddy's long, thick cock was totally and completely contained in the narrow gully between her loins.
Nana gathered the clay-like clump of his balls in her hand and began squeezing ever-so-lightly. Now, more than ever, she was aware of the hard length of penis twitching inside her body. It felt good, really good, and she was able to sense the expansions and contractions of the phallic head, so tightly were her membranes wound around him.
Ernie maintained his thumb between their pelvises, continuing to press it against the ultra-sensitive little extension of her clitoris, while his other hand kept a firm grip on the tight, round cheeks of her ass. He tugged her tightly against him, seating her firmly on the full length of his driving cock as it continued oscillating in the center of her womanly tunnel.
Nana was still trembling, but she was shivering with an uncontrollable wantonness now, her arousal and desire continually rising higher with every passing second. Her fear continued dissipating, for with the long, hard cock completely powered into her, and her narrow interior widened, there was no longer any reason for her to be afraid. Marvelously superb thrills continued charging rampantly through her quaking form as she continued lifting and lowering her tantalizing buttocks, enjoying the magnificent sensation of solid prick skewering through the tight clutch of her sweet tunnel.
She smiled now, moving slowly, cautiously in the beginning, and little by little she began speeding up her movement as indescribable pleasure began running rampantly through the clinging tightness of her sweetly drooling cunt. What had started as a fearful experience in spite of her need for it was at last becoming everything she had envisioned it would be.
Her lips were once again kissing those of her father, her tongue fucking into the man's mouth with the same rapidity her vaginal sheath moved as it continually tightened itself around the monorail of his upward-driving cock. The girl rocked from side to side in the beginning, only raising herself an inch-or-so into the air, first. Then she was lifting her buttocks two inches, three inches, four inches, five inches, higher and higher and higher, and soon her lovely little behind was flying with regulated speed, stroking the incredibly tight container of her wanton vagina along the entire swollen, hardened length of the proudly erect phallus.
She pulled her beautiful face from that of her father, lifting her body erect, sitting upright, her short hair tossing this way and that as she moved with more speed. The delicious pressure of his sluicing cock continued driving like a knife through the clutching membranes of her inner tunnel. The intensity was becoming more and more powerful. His fingers were squeezing her tantalizing buttocks, and the thumb of his other hand seemed to drub her little clitoris with such overpowering pressure, she was wondering if it was possible he might actually rub it away.
"Hhhhh aaaaa uuuuu nnnnnn hhhhh!" she shuddered, her body lifting and falling as she rode harder and faster, forcing his throbbing meat to continue rummaging through the tightness of her crushing cunt at an even faster pace. His hand was gripping her ass that much more tightly, as if trying to force her to keep a steady rhythm while he pounded his penis through her with even more straining effort.
Nana thought at one point that the penis was going to ram right through the back wall of her vagina and smash through some vitals, perhaps even cutting into her heart and lungs. What a feeling! What a wonderful feeling! Her squeezing vulva continued cracking down on his thickness, sucking it so tightly she thought she might actually tear it out by the roots.
"Daddy ... ohhhhh ... wonderfullll ... daddd-yyyyy . ... " she gasped. "This feels so good ... so good ... aaaa nnnn hhhh ... morrrre ... please ... I love iiiittttt...."
The girl speeded up her fucking motions as her father continued gripping her buttocks all the more firmly, constantly knifing his driving cock that much deeper into her as if intent on stabbing her over and over again from within. His body tightened under hers again, and this time Nana knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that her father was about to have his orgasm. His balls seemed to tighten under her rounded ass-cheeks, slamming solidly against her perineum.
Nana was moving wildly now, totally without rhythm, and she was aware her own orgasm was very close at hand. She felt herself building to an orgasm, one that would be far more powerful than the one she had experienced from merely being fingered, earlier. It was going to be considerably more intense, and she wondered if her heart would be able to withstand the strain. The thrill of it was constantly mounting inside her as she literally whipped her ass from side to side, frenetically swinging it this way and that, moving with greater and greater speed as she dug her nails into his body.
The running water in the shower prevented her mother from hearing her shout, and her brother was too zonked out to hear anything, otherwise both would have heard her. Raw electricity charged through her tender vaginal interior as she bucked back and forth, the motion causing her father to attain his second orgasm of the evening-and he was surprised at the intensity of it. She lay on top of him for a while after that, but finally managed to crawl off him, pull on her nightie and get back to her room before her mother emerged from the shower. Sarita, totally oblivious to what had happened crawled into bed and went to sleep.
CHAPTER TWELVE
On Thursday, Nana received a packet of contraceptive pills from her father, who had purchased them at a drugstore in a neighboring community. She read the instructions carefully before taking one, then popped one in her mouth following it with a glass of water. Barring something unforeseen, she should now be protected from any unwanted pregnancies.
But what Nana wanted most was something only she and her mother would be able to enjoy: she wanted to be made love to by each and every member of the family. She had made love to her father, would save her brother for the weekend, though he didn't know it yet, and now she wanted to make love with her mother.
She had seen the lesbian scene in the movie-her mother with a strange blonde woman, and she had seen the two women apparently enjoying themselves. So she decided, even if there was no cock involved, she wanted to be loved by her mother as much as she wanted the men in her family.
At noon time, Nana came home from school for lunch. She not only had a lunch period, but two free periods, as well, and wouldn't be due back in school until quarter-to-two.
Sarita, as usual, had lunch prepared for her daughter, and the two always talked about whatever it was that interested Nana most at the moment. The dark-haired girl was very close to her mother in most respects. But now she wanted to get even closer.
As she ate her spiced bologna sandwich, she said, "How come you've never discussed the birds and the bees with me, mom?"
"Oh, I don't know," Sarita shrugged. "I just figured you'd learn about it in school and learn it a whole lot better than anything I'd be able to tell you."
"Now that's bull and you know it," Nana smiled, finishing her sandwich and tossing off the rest of her soda.
"Nana, whatever do you mean?" her mother asked.
It was a cool day, and both mother and daughter had on full dresses, though with short sleeves. Nana's was pink with blue trim, and Sarita's was green.
"Mom, I saw that reel of film in Bert's room," Nana said quietly.
"Oh!" was all her mother was able to reply.
"Hey, I don't hold it against you," the girl told her. "I mean, you told me you came to the U.S. when you were young, with your stepfather, and he made you work for him to earn him money. You just neglected to say how. I can't blame you. In fact, from what I saw, it looked like you were having lots of fun."
"Nana, that's not something we should discuss," her mother insisted.
"Why not?" Nana asked. "I mean, you did it, why not talk about it?"
"It was wrong and shameful. I didn't know it at the time, and I want to protect you from having to go through something like that."
"I'd never do anything like that for money," Nana told her. "But I'd do it for love, and you know, when the time comes, there's no way you'd be able to stop me."
"You're being naughty," her mother insisted, taking the plates from the table and stacking them in the dishwasher.
"The heck I am," Nana told her. "What really intrigued me was the way you turned on with that blonde."
"Now come on, Nana, I don't want to talk . ... "
"Mom, I'm a big girl, now, and I very much would like to talk about it. You know, keeping me ignorant is the worst thing you can do."
"I don't know . ... "
"Was it an unhappy time in your life?" Nana asked, shrewdly. "I mean, I can understand you not wanting to talk about something that was unhappy, but . ... "
"No," her mother admitted, as Nana had known she would. "It wasn't an unhappy time. In fact, if it had been unhappy, I might be more willing to talk about it."
"Gee, you mean you liked it."
"Yes," her mother sighed, sitting across the table from her, holding her hand. "I liked it. I liked it a lot."
"No kidding? Even doing things you did with that blonde?"
"It was pleasant," her mother admitted. "Everything sexual has always been pleasant to me, but your father took me away from it all because he's better than any of them."
"Still," Nana persisted, "you did like it!"
"Yes, I liked it, and I'd probably still be doing it on the side, even if I were a big TV star again. But . ... "
"But what?"
"Well, since I married your father, I haven't . ... "
"Mom, we both know better, don't we."
"What are you talking about?" Sarita gasped. "I'm talking about you and Bert," Nana replied. "I saw you, yesterday, and again last night."
"You saw us?"
"Not only that, but last night I took movies."
"Nana!"
"So you see, ma, unless you teach me what you learned with that blonde, I might have to tell daddy."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sarita was stunned for a moment. Then: "Nana, you wouldn't dare!"
"Why not?" Nana asked. "You see, mom, I've always wanted to be loved and not just fucked. I've wanted to be loved by people able to love me back. I intend to have you make love to me, then I want Bert to make love to me, and eventually the two of us together are going to convince daddy to make love to me."
Nana was smart enough to know that if she didn't tell her mother her dad was already balling her, she would have leverage over the woman. After all, if Sarita found out her husband was screwing their daughter, then she wouldn't have to keep it secret that she was putting out for their son. Nana would lose the hold she now had on her mother. This way, Sarita would not only teach Nana lesbian love, but she would believe herself a co-conspirator in convincing her husband to fuck Nana.
But Sarita was in shock for the moment. Had she been born and brought up in this community, she would have thought her daughter sick. But at the moment, all she thought was that her daughter had the same inner urges as herself. Granted, she'd never had the desire to make love to her own mother, but that was because her mother had died when she had been so young. Since her marriage to Ernie, Sarita had never consciously thought about making love to anyone else until her son had forced her into it. Now Nana was suggesting woman-love, and oddly enough, she didn't find the idea the least bit repulsive.
"I don't want your father to know about Bert and me," Sarita insisted.
"He won't," Nana smiled, "but only if we convince both Bert and dad to fuck me, separately as well as together."
"Very well," her mother finally assented, but only because deep inside, she found the idea absolutely scrumptious, herself. Her son had opened a well-spring of urges in her, and Sarita realized that if, indeed, she convinced her husband to fuck Nana, then she would be free to fuck for Bert in front of her husband, and, like Nana, be fucked by both of them at once. The idea ought to have disgusted her, but it didn't. She was unable to control the idea of enjoyment.
"We have time for my first lesson now," Nana insisted.
Sarita felt her heart jump into her throat. "Now?"
"Well, why not?" Nana smiled. "You've admitted you like it. I like it. We have the time. I know you took a long shower last night, and I took one this morning, so we're both clean. Okay?"
Sarita's eyes narrowed. Her daughter thought this was just play. All right! She was a captive mom again, her daughter's captive, but she would teach this captor a thing or two.
The two went upstairs to the master bedroom, to the same bed where Nana had lost her virginity. Fortunately, Nana, in taking the woman-on-top position with her father, had bled on the man's groin, something he had washed off in the early morning, and none of the blood had fallen on the bed sheets.
"Undress!" her mother insisted, and Nana, smilingly obeyed.
Sarita wasted no time taking off her own clothing. Each female appraised the other and discovered the other was quite stunning. Sarita felt herself becoming stimulated all over again. It had been such a long time since she had indulged in something like this. In fact it had been almost twenty years since her last lesbian encounter, and she had to admit, she did miss it.
"On the bed," the mother ordered, and they climbed onto the bed.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
They sat with their backs against the headboard, and Nana felt almost breathless. Her mother's firm breasts and taut pelvis seemed to leer at her as if challenging her to keep her shape when she reached her mother's age. She gasped when she felt Sarita's hands touch her, caressing the globes of her breasts and the roundnesses of her buttocks.
"Just relax and lean against me," Sarita whispered to her daughter. "If you want to learn, watch what I'm doing." Her fingers tickled the daughter.
Nana lifted her rear a little, letting her mother's hands slide beneath for a moment, after which the older woman edged toward her offspring's pussy.
"Yes, yes, very good," Sarita said to her daughter. "Keep that ass nice and high and let me play with it and your vagina, as well."
"Okay," Nana breathlessly replied.
"Here we go, honey, just let me get past those lovely hairs that surround your pussy and you'll find I'll be doing you a lot of good. By the way, are you a virgin?"
"No," Nana admitted. "But don't ask me who."
"I won't," her mother nodded, already curious, since knowing her daughter as she did, she was certain Nana wasn't the kind to simply put out for just any male. She had to love the man, first. Who?
Nana shuddered at her mother's delicate fingering. She felt the older woman's hand rub against the ebony forest of her pubic hairs and then glide along the freshly scented, naked lips of her pink vagina.
"Oh, wow!" Nana gasped. "I'm getting really wet down there. You really know how to work on a girl, don't you."
"I guess I haven't forgotten," Sarita admitted.
"You're really getting me worked up."
"Good," her mother nodded, "just remember, if you feel the need for sex, and there's no male present, you'll always be able to come home to mother. Now relax and enjoy everything. Let your senses take over and feel everything that happens."
Nana gasped as her mother began taunting her all the more, the middle finger of one hand stroking the increasingly damp surfaces of her outer labia while the other hand began playing with the taut nipples on her breasts. She shifted and moved a little closer to her mother to make things easier.
As the older woman manipulated her daughter's most sensitive flesh, Nana looked at her mother's baby-like tan skin and felt hidden urges come to the fore in her; urges to touch. She might have been kept ignorant up to now, but due to her own initiative, she was really learning fast.
With her father she had done all the work, first sucking his cock, then riding his cock and taking her own virginity with it. Here, her mother was doing everything, and she wasn't used to taking a passive role. She wanted to do as well as be done to. The older woman's fingers were making her feel wonderful, and she knew they were bound to wind up lying flat on the bed, grinding their pelvises into one another. That was one of the scenes she had witnessed in the movie. How would it feel to touch her mother's vagina? Imagine feeling that satin pink hole from which she had emerged into the world some fifteen years earlier. Gee! Her mother liked fingering her. She ought to do it back. But this time she was a little shy about performing, because what she had done with a penis had seemed the natural thing to do, while what she was doing with her mother took learning.
"Mother . ... " she whispered softly. "Tell me, are you feeling all wet and soggy where I feel that way?"
"That, my love," her mother taunted, smiling because she knew her daughter was a bit frightened, "is something you're going to have to find out for yourself."
"Well, gee, all I did was ask if you're wet down there."
That was when Sarita, already overwhelmed with desires she had long ago buried inside her, felt the urges take complete control of her. Yes, this was her daughter, but then, she had been fucked twice by her own son. Was it any more wrong to make love to her daughter than it was to make love to her son? As far as she was concerned, in for a penny, in for a dollar. If she was eventually going to be "hanged," it might as well be for a whole flock of "sheep" instead of one "Lamb." She leaned over and kissed the lovely girl full on the mouth, as she had kissed her son and her husband, and felt no less titillated by her daughter's gentle lips. .
"Come on, darling," she urged. "You started this, now you might as well go all the way. Go on down and find out."
When she saw her daughter hesitate, she reached out, took hold of the younger girl's wrist, and placed her palm against her own vagina. Nana gasped at the touch.
"You're so hot, so wet down there," Nana finally said. "You're also so tight. I'll never be able to work my finger inside."
"Don't talk foolishly," her mother chastised. "If I was able to stretch wide enough to let you out, a whole baby, I can certainly stretch wide enough to take one little finger."
Nana had to admit the logic. She found that she had indeed started this, and it would be up to her to finish it. So she gingerly began stroking the lips of her mother's taut cunt. The flesh beneath her fingers was soft and delicate, and it gave way wherever she pressed. There was a spongy resilience that seemed to be begging for even more attention. She was also aware of the springiness of the surrounding curly hairs. As she traced her fingers carefully, wetly up and down the surface of the outer labia, she felt her mother's fingers becoming bolder with her own body.
"Honey, you're getting as wet as you can get in there, and you know it," her mother told her. "That pretty little pussy of yours is flooded. I guess if you were still a virgin you might not be as wet, but a cunt is like a lion. Once a lion is introduced to meat, it can no longer stay away from it. Once a cunt tastes a cock, it always hungers for more satisfaction."
Sarita's fingers began stroking her daughter's cunt more boldly. Nana, slowly getting over her initial shyness, aware all this was coming about because she had wanted it, became bolder.
"Ummmm!" she said to her mother. "Gee, I can feel myself turning into a real pool inside. You really know how to make me feel terrific, mother. I never got this wet this quickly, before."
Spurred on by her mother's continual loving attentions, the lovely younger girl allowed her fingers to play more daringly against the lips of her mother's vagina. She ran her fingers through the light fluff of curls again and again, then ran her palm against the entire pink slit, sliding from top to bottom, and back again. At the same time she was aware of the older woman exerting a delicate pressure that drove her loins closer against Nana's tantalizing fingers. Now Nana was not only touching the outer labia, but the slick surfaces of the inner lips.
"Oh, gee, you're so smooth, so oily in there," she gasped. "I've touched the little button at the top of my clitoris, but I've never really pushed a finger inside me. Tell me, mother, am I as slick in there as you?"
"Honey, in that respect all women are alike," Sarita replied. "You have a fine growth of hair down there, not too thick, not too light, and that, by itself is arousing. But your outer lips and inner lips are just like mine, and as tantalizing as possible. Now you and I are going to do a little fingering."
With every passing second, Nana felt a little more confident. She pressed her fingers on the wet gloss of her mother's inner lips. The end of her thumb and forefinger separated the fleshy lips even wider, and she probed into the tiny little opening that would lead directly into the center of the older woman.
"Annnnhhhh ... yesssss...." Sarita sighed, pushing her hips forward, realizing she liked her daughter's touch as much as she did the touch of her son and that of her husband. But that was because there was love here as with the two males.
Nana turned a little and put her other hand on her mother's shoulder and let her palm slowly slide down until it covered one of the breasts. Her mother reacted instinctively, pushing her chest forward, enjoying the small hand playing with her mammary. Nana found her mother's fleshy mound firm, and her fingers worked over it, teasing the nipple repeatedly. She kept one hand on her breast and the other within the folds of her vulva.
Sarita responded by doing the same thing. It was as if she were back in the porn shops all over again. In her innocence at the time, she had been led to believe that whatever she did and whatever was done to her was very good, good, good in the so-called moral sense. So she had abandoned herself to everything and as a result had learned to enjoy all kinds of sex to the utmost. Now her daughter was learning the same thing, and it first occurred to the woman that maybe, just maybe her husband was right about these Baptist ministers being full of hot air, at least in public. The local minister had totally reeducated her, teaching her all the fun-things she had learned and enjoyed were wrong. After a while she began to believe that anything enjoyable was automatically bad, and only her husband's constant fucking kept her from turning into some kind of religious deviate.
As her daughter's fingers brushed her clitoris, Sarita realized there was absolutely nothing wrong with what she was doing. If it felt good, and it didn't harm anyone, then it simply wasn't wrong. Not that all religion per se, was a crock. But from now on, Sarita understood the time had come for her to start believing in what she wanted to believe, and not in what others told her was right or wrong. Since she had to be her daughter's teacher, from now on she would teach Nana to believe in herself and do whatever she felt to be right.
"We're getting to the point where we're going to have to do more than just use fingers," Sarita said to Nana, now totally caught up in what she was doing. "Use of the mouth is indicated about now."
"Am I really getting you that aroused?" Nana asked, "Gee, my being so new to this and all, I thought I was really not doing a good job. I do want to do all this right, mother."
"Don't worry," the older woman assured her. "You'll learn to do all this right, and you'll learn to enjoy it. Yes, I'll also help you seduce your father, but as for your brother, I'm afraid you'll have to take him on all by yourself."
"Well, gee, if he sees me with father . ... "
"Yes," Sarita admitted. "He might very well desire you and join in. What's more, after the both of them have fucked you, I'll break it to your father that I want them both to fuck me, as well. Since he'll have used you, there'll be no opportunity for him to object."
"Right now, let's not talk about them," Nana insisted. "Let's just enjoy each other."
"An excellent idea," Sarita nodded. "What's more, we can have lots of fun without the use of a penis, too."
The mother's mouth leaned forward and kissed that of the girl, and the two of them began hugging one another tightly, rolling their bodies against each other. Their breasts pressed firmly, nipple-to-nipple, and it was as if each was trying to beat at the other with her flailing mammaries.
Sarita's mouth began kissing her daughter's full breasts, sucking the left one, then the right one, deep inside. Nana lay back, shuddering, feeling all kinds of wonderful sensation as her mother's tongue worked down toward her navel. From there, she began kissing toward Nana's pubis, and the musky scent had her on fire. Too many years had passed since she had tasted a savory cunt, and what better cunt to taste than that belonging to the one female she loved more than any other-her own daughter.
"Oh, mom . ... "the girl gasped. "I know what you're going to do. But I'm so hot I think I'm going to come before your mouth ever gets down there. Wow! I'm on fire."
She threw her arms around her mother's tanned back and then her hands lifted and her fingers wove themselves through her mother's black hair as the woman lowered her face between the white-fleshed thighs of the younger girl, pushing her nose into the light, fuzzy profusion of black hairs circling the pink foramen. Nana's buttocks were bouncing on the bed in anticipation as she stretched herself out more on the bed, lowering her head.
"Oh, wow! Mother!" she moaned, "I can't let you do this by yourself. You have to let me do the same thing to you."
She was up and reversing herself, the two women now lying side-by-side, head-to-foot. Their thighs spread wide apart, and just before Sarita's face disappeared into the wet center between her daughter's thighs, she gasped, "Yes, Nana, yes! Do it!"
Then both females achieved oral contact to the other's genitals. Tongues leaped out and sank into sodden centers that were steamingly aroused, and each began licking like a cat at a bowl of cream.
Nana carefully applied her lips to her mother's clitoris and began sucking strongly, and her mother's tan legs wrapped themselves strongly around her. Sarita made low moaning sounds and her legs twitched as she felt Nana's tongue go into her center. At the same time, Sarita sucked her daughter's clitoris, and the idea that each was being loved as well as lapped was so overpowering, that both suddenly shrieked in unison, "GGGGG HHHHH AAAAA UUUUU WWWWW MMMMM FFFFF WWWWW AAAAA HHHHH!" They came, spurting juices into one another's faces, and continued licking for ten minutes. After, they dressed, and Nana had to hurry to school. She was late.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Nana had no intention of waiting around for her brother's cock. She wanted a good fucking from Bert, and she intended getting it. What her mother had done with her had merely started the passionate juices flowing all the more heavily.
Thursday afternoon was Sarita's shopping afternoon. She would be out of the house until five. But her brother wouldn't know that because until recently, the beginning of the week, Bert had been hanging around with Bob Wade and other guys after school. Nana, who occasionally helped her mother, knew her mother's routine by heart.
This was a light-shopping week. Her mother wouldn't need Nana's help, but Nana, instead of going to her friend Ellen's house, came right home and took a quick shower. Then she put on an old bathrobe, but nothing else, tying it very loosely. She sat at the head of the stairs and waited. Sure enough, her brother was home before three-thirty.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, seeing his sister, feeling disappointed, since he was looking forward to another grooving session with their mother.
"I live here," Nana shrugged. "What'cha think I'm doing here?"
"You're positively indecent in that robe," he insisted, noting he was able to see her full breasts almost hanging out. "Go and get dressed."
"Why?" she asked, "so I can leave and you can be alone with mom when the time comes?"
"What?"
"Come off it, Bert," Nana snapped. I know all about you making it with mother. In fact, I used that new Polaroid Instant Movie camera last night to take some interesting pictures."
"You what?" Bert gasped, charging halfway up the stairs as if about to hit his sister.
"You heard me," Nana snapped. "I know all about that reel of film in your room. What's more, you're a really horny son of a bitch, and I just might tell daddy what you've been doing with mother."
She began descending the steps, feeling her heart beating rapidly as she hugged the banister in the hope he would move against the wall. Bert did back against the wall, and she passed him by as she went down to the living room, ostensibly to get a small bottle of nail polish she had left there. Then she turned around and began climbing the steps again. Bert, looking down, was able to see her breasts even more distinctly now, and his heart was beating even more quickly. God! He'd never realized it before, but now that he had fucked his mother, his kid sister was some hot piece, too. Shit! She was going to tell the old man. Well, there might be one way to stop her. Hell! If he fucked her too, then if she tried to tell their father, then he would claim that it was Nana, not their mother, with whom he had slept, and that was because Nana had cock-teased him into doing it. Whether or not his father would believe such a story was something else again, but it was sure better than letting Nana shoot off her mouth about what was taking place between mom and himself and thus getting the both of them into trouble. Hell! His old man had been good to them all their lives. There was no reason to get him all worked up.
What Bert didn't know was, his sister was indeed teasing him with the sight of her breasts at the moment. But she was teasing him because she wanted him to fuck her, and noting the way his penis was already jutting against his pants, she made her move.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
His penis was as erect as possible, pushing against the front of his trousers, and as she made her way back up the stairs, Nana managed to deliberately press the cleft of her breasts against the organ, and it actually got snagged between them.
As a result, Nana's robe became undone, and her breasts stood out in bas-relief, and Bert merely stood there, staring at them, with his cock trapped between them. Nana, pretending to be indignant, didn't back down the steps.
"You're in my way, brother," she said, not bothering to try and close her robe. "I have to put on some nail polish, so if you'll take this protrusion out of my bosom and stand aside, I'll be able to get back to my room."
As she spoke, the beautiful black-haired girl raised her hand to the division between her breasts where the boy's hard cock was wedged for the moment. Seeing he was too stunned to move, she simply pulled down his zipper, reached in, took out his penis, and pulled it from between her breasts. But in the process, she tugged it out of his pants, seeing a heavy drop of seminal oil dotting it. She trembled, feeling an unfamiliar thrill, a new thrill, because she was about to make it with yet another person whom she dearly loved in spite of the so-called outward antagonism.
"Move!" she shouted at him, squeezing his cock once, as if to snap him out of his reverie, and then dropping the organ.
Bert was rudely brought back to reality, aghast she had taken his penis out of his pants. How dare she? God! She was really asking for a good old-fashioned fuck. Sister or no, virgin or no-and he believed she was a virgin, he intended making her sorry.
For the moment though, he stepped against the wall again, his back pressed firmly against said wall.
Jesus! What a pair of tits! he thought, still staring at his sister's full, round breasts.
His cock was rigid and leaping and anxious, and though he had come home expecting to fuck his mother again, his mother wasn't here. His cock leaped as if scenting a new prey, and as far as he was concerned, he was so aroused, it would be any port in a storm.
Nana continued to pretend to be angry, trying to push him farther aside in order to make her way upstairs. Somehow, her robe got tangled, and instead of pressing firmly against her body, it lifted, covering his cock as she turned her back to her brother in an attempt to make her way back up the stairs. At the moment she was only too aware of the immense rod sported by her brother-even longer than that of her father, if such a thing were possible. Her abdominal muscles were already twitching spasmodically. Oh, God! Would he do it? She had donejust about all she was able to do. If her brother had the same blood flowing through him that was flowing through her, he damn well would make a stab at it, a stab at her cunt, that was.
She felt the urge to reach behind her and grab his cock and shove it into her, but Nana controlled the urge. She had to make it look like all this was his idea, so when he finally did see her fucking with their father, he would never be able to claim she had seduced him as well as their father. She, in turn, would always be able to claim that because of what he did to her-assuming he did do something to her now-she became so aroused that she had gone after their dad, since Bert wasn't always available.
Nana continued trying to move up the steps, but seemed to find her feet entangled for a moment. She pushed herself forward against the rail, and then backward, but it was to no avail, or so it seemed. At the same time her brother began panting breathlessly, because the girl had apparently inadvertently captured the head of his cock between the cheeks of her ass, just as she had trapped it between her breasts, before.
Shit! She had two luscious buttocks! They weren't as large as his mother's, or Mary Corso's, but they were nice and round and firm, and they jiggled as she turned from side to side in an attempt to pull her ass away from him.
Nana wriggled like a gaffed fish, but apparently to no avail. The projecting member was too tightly trapped. Her movements only enhanced the sensations she was feeling, doubling the thrills within her, and she knew if her brother managed to pull out now, he was a lot stupider than she believed him to be.
Thrills flooded her cunt, filling her with greater lust than ever. Nana knew it wasn't because she loved her brother more than her father or mother. It was due basically to the newness of his cock. The penis between her ass-cheeks throbbed and undulated, and she began perspiring heavily.
"Damn!" she cursed out loud, "this stinking thing just keeps getting in the way, and tearing her robe from her body, she threw it up the stairs. Her breasts rubbed against the top of the railing in front of her, and her nipples began swelling until they had become as erect as the penis pushing into her rear. Nana wiggled left, then right. Bert found himself being flung around like a rag doll, but he felt no pain. With each vibrating shake, his throbbing phallus slipped forward and down just a little more, moving ever closer to the pink vestibule of the girl's cunt.
Nana was thrilled by the feel of the thick cock back there, and as a result shook her ass vibrantly from side to side. The boy, ostensibly to free himself, gripped her lovely hips and made her stay still, or at least he tried. Nana shook so hard, wiggling this way and that, his cock continued moving with her, the head now butting against the tiny little opening, heightening the excitement in both of them. Every time the beautiful young girl swung her buttocks away from the railing, the penis seemed to push a little deeper, and the leaking hole in the tip seemed to be snigging the opening of her womanly self. The sight of her delectable ass had him on fire.
Nana realized her brother had no intention of pulling away at this point. She had him tightly between her thighs, and her hands gripped the banister for better leverage. Bert came away from the wall and pushed a little harder, sinking his cock a little deeper, so that the tip actually parted her vulva and began nosing inside.
Nana lost all control of herself. She shook her head like a maddened animal, her toes curling over the side of the step to give her better purchase as she leaned forward until her belly was all but over the banister with her beautiful breasts dangling down. The thick penile tip was thrilling her as her father's cock had filled her with electric sensation. Her lips were getting juicier with each passing second.
Bert, unable to keep himself under control, undid his pants and let them fall around his ankles. To get his undershorts off, he would have to pull his cock from his sister's tight little cunt.
"You stay there," he ordered, and pressed a hand into her back as he pulled his penis out of her for a moment.
With his other hand he tugged his undershorts below his knees, then wriggled to get them sliding lower. At the same time, he pushed a finger into her cunt, feeling the juicy way she leaked. Aroused, he shoved his hand further between her lips, his finger sinking all the way into her cunt.
"You have no cherry!" he gasped.
"I lost it last summer, horse-back riding," she lied, panting.
The juice from her seething pussy was forming in little droplets and covering her pubic hair as her vagina overflowed with eagerness. Her hands were hanging over the banister, gripping the wooden staves that supported the railing, and her nipples ached to be fondled.
With her right hand still gripping the bottom of one of the posts supporting the banister, she reached up with her left hand and began massaging her breast. As a result, the nipple sent tingling messages of searing lust through the length of her quivering body. Her toes gripped the edge of the step even more tightly, as she strained to milk every last ounce of pleasure from all that was happening. She had known it would be good, but she was never able to imagine the extent of her enjoyment. It was always greater than she initially would believe.
Bert reached around, grasped her left hand with his own, and he wrapped her slender fingers firmly around the throbbing length of his blood-bloated plunger. The rhythm of the blood throbbing through the over bloated organ matched the rhythm of her own heartbeat. The banister creaked because of the weight and strain on it, but it was firm and it would hold.
The boy slipped his finger even more deeply into his sister's hot cunt, while he extended another finger and began rubbing it against the swollen nubbin of her clitoris. She gasped, shuddering with delight as powerful electric surges ran maddeningly through her quivering body. She was ablaze with desire.
"Haaaa uuuu nnnn gggg hhhh!" she moaned out loud, her lubricating juices flowing more hotly and heavily than ever before.
Oh, God! Her brother was even better than she had believed. His touch sent thrills charging insanely through her. It was all so beautiful. He made her spread her thighs even wider as he rubbed his fingers over the velvet softness of her inner labia.
Nana felt a fire burning down there, a fire that was beginning to rage completely out of control. At the same time Bert leaned forward and kissed the nape of her neck, brushing her hair aside with his long nose.
He nibbled at her nape as if trying to devour her flesh. His teeth all but cut into her flesh, and Nana gasped, feeling a surge of pure pleasure blister its way through her. She leaned back a little and shuddered when he lanced his tongue into her ear. He licked, nibbled her ear lobe, blew into her ear, and the girl felt herself on the verge of collapsing with thrilled desire.
The vaginal flame the boy had ignited in his shuddering sister now moved like a raging fire through her entire inner self. She wondered if it was possible for her to climax without being penetrated. The pins and needles of lust in her crotch were overpowering.
"Damn you! Don't just kiss and nibble," she gasped. "You started all this, now finish it. Do to me what you did to mom. I saw you fucking her like she was some kind of bitch in heat. Do the same thing to me. I can take it. I can take anything she can. Fill me with your sperm. Come on, do it, Bert!"
Her small heart was pounding madly in her chest, her throat was dry by now, and her breath was very short. But she was alive, delightfully alive with wonderful sensations, and her mind ran over the different techniques she had seen her mother employ on film. Anything her mother was capable of doing, she was equally capable of doing.
Bert continued sluicing his finger in and out of her sodden pussy, applying more and more technique to what he was doing so that he wasn't one of the myriads of men who merely fuck for self-enjoyment, but rather an artist with a cock. The beautiful younger girl sucked in her breath so strongly, she felt her ribs hurting her, but at this point she just didn't seem to care. Nothing really mattered to her other than pent-up desire.
Her hand, still gripping his penis, began jerking back and forth as she massaged the throbbing cockhead, her fingers seeking out the urethra in the underside, feeling it, aware of the pulsations in it, all because of her at the moment. Bert pushed his pelvis back and forth, shucking his cock in and out of her tight hand, the massive organ throbbing all the more certainly, now. He felt the sperm churning in his testicles, but remembering last night's episode with his mother, where he had forgotten to control himself and had thus come too soon, he strained, and thus pushed back the peak of pleasure. After it had risen halfway, he forced it right back down again, knowing when the time came for him to climax, it would be one helluva rouser. At the moment he was building an inverted pyramid of desire inside her fiery cunt. By matching it with a mounting sensation within himself, he knew he would unleash a real torrent when the time came, and the both of them would enjoy it that much more. In fact, the time to plumb her cunt was ... now!
The beautiful raven-haired girl felt her brother's readiness, and she began to turn, expecting he would want her lying down on the steps since he hadn't shoved his cock into her too far, before. But Bert decided he liked dog-style fucking, and gripping her slender arm, he made her turn right back around again so she faced away and over the railing once more. He hoisted her up a little so that her toes no longer touched the floor and all her weight was on her belly as it rested on the banister. Her inflamed vagina was exactly level with his throbbing cock. Taking his blood-swollen tool, he moved the tip gently in and around her sucking young lips, still believing her to be a virgin in spite of her missing hymen. He traced all kinds of circles and loops in the lubricating fluid that continually oozed from her cunt in an ever-constant flow. She was aware of his hot, hard flesh touching lightly over the full length of her quiveringly open slash. This was beautiful, fantastic, and from this angle her cunt looked almost exactly like his mother's. Nana, unsatisfied, had to have more of the wonderful tool inside her.
"Fuck me, damn you!" she gasped. "Fuck me just the way you fucked mother yesterday afternoon, deep and hard!"
She arched her lovely back and tried to force her lips over the thick head of his pulsating member, but he pushed it lightly forward and then pulled it back again. The teasing was more than she was able to stand.
"Please, Bert, please, don't tease me this way," she begged. "I want to feel it, I really want to feel it! Push it all the way into me as hard as you can ... please ... I can take it!"
She reached a hand behind her and once more gripped her brother's solid phallus and attempted to tug it against her undulating vaginal entryway. But the boy almost viciously pulled it away, leaving her hand coated with his viscid leavings.
"Listen, you're a virgin," he told her, not knowing otherwise. "It's not that easy that a man can simply ram his cock into you. It has to be done slowly, carefully, so you don't get hurt. Dig? Now you just let me do things my way, and I promise you, you won't be sorry."
Before the fifteen-year-old girl was able to digest this information, Bert began rubbing the rubbery head of his delightful probe against the rich, pink length of her teeming vulva.
"Uuuuu nnnnn hhhhh ... hhhhh aaaaa nnnnn hhhhh!"
Her vocal chords betrayed her unbearable desire to have her brother's full length buried to the hilt inside her.
"All right-now!"
Bert shoved forward, and his cyclopean massivity entered her tightly quivering opening.
"Oh, my Godddd!" she gasped, realizing that in spite of having taken her father's thickness the night before, her membranes had returned to their original size, just as her mother's did, and she was really being stretched. Although there was no real pain this time, the stretching reminded her Bert believed her to be a virgin, and remembering the previous night, she began acting accordingly. She splayed her lovely legs out like steel cables until her taut, inner thigh muscles looked ready to burst under pressure.
Bert felt the seething lips of her tantalizing cunt spread apart, and he heard a low groan coming from her which he took to be pain as her vagina was suddenly stretched as it had been the previous night. Her gasps aroused the youth even more, and with a mighty effort he plunged the full length of his glistening dagger as far into the depths of her ravenous vagina as he was able.
"Ohhhhh ... wowwwwww ... hhhhh aaaaa nnnnn ggggg hhhhh ... uuuuu nnnnn ggggg gggg!" the girl gasped, taken totally by surprise at the sudden thrust, her cries sounding like screams of pain to the brother, thus convincing him he was the one taking his sister's virginity.
Nana felt filled, thrilled, yet almost torn apart, and she wriggled as if her cunt was being slashed to pieces. Her legs waved madly behind her as if she were a speared animal, yet when her arms reached behind her, her fingers found his buttocks and dug their nails into him in an effort to pull him even closer to her.
Bert didn't waste time, waiting for her cunt to adjust. He began ramming his greedy cock into the sucking maw of her cunt, feeling her glutted interior pulling him deeper and deeper. Her inner walls were highly elastic, and so expanded to accept his hard cock, and then the discomfort slowly faded away. Nana giggled like a young girl, and she began rotating her buttocks and pelvis all the harder. Bert drew back and slammed his cock even more deeply into her, his balls beating against her clitoris again and again, enhancing everything that much more for his sister. He stood on tip-toe and penetrated her cunt a little more deeply so that Nana thought she would feel the head of his phallic spear come out of her mouth at any moment.
Bert made his gigantic, tan, pulsating organ throb and leap in her narrow cavity again and again, then crouched low behind her and lifted his cock upward, punching it into her with long, hard, nailing strokes. He rotated his hips, the thickness of his cock massaging the walls of his taut sister's cunt, and she felt herself being thrust forward a bit more with every stroke until she thought she might soon be hanging totally upside-down over the banister, ready to fall on her head.
Closing her eyes, she tried clenching her vaginal muscles all the more tightly shut, wanting to clamp down on Bert's driving muscle in order to force him to push harder and deeper. She wanted to feel him everywhere inside her as new surges of pleasure seethed through her wriggling body. He had reached his hands around her lovely torso and managed to grip the dangling swells of her breasts. All the while he continued pumping his red-hot plunger into her yawning cavity.
She had a grip on his cock like a steel vise. The boy knew then and there that his sister wasn't a virgin. Someone else had been to the well before him.
"The truth," he grunted, fucking her even harder. "Who fucked you before me. Don't lie to me and tell me you're a virgin. You're tight enough to be a virgin, but you aren't, not the way you work those cunt-walls of yours. You put Mary Corso to shame."
"I ... uhhhh ... lost my cherry ... last night," she gasped. "Honest!"
"Yeah? Who with?"
"I ... uhhhh ... saw you fucking mom ... oooohhh ... so I figured ... aaaa nnnn hhhh ... I don't want to be the only member of ... ohhhhh ... the family left out of things. So while dad was asleep ... uuuu nnnnn hhh ... I sneaked into his room ... oooo ... ooooo hhhh ... while you were still getting it off with mom . ... " she lied," ... and while daddy was asleep, I made his cock grow, and ... aaaaa nnnn hhhh ... I sat on it ... ohhhhh hhhhh ... feels so good ... so good ... so good . ... "
"Don't lie," he gasped, fucking harder. "You can't tell me pop slept through ... uuuu nnnn hhhh ... something like that."
"No!" she told him. "But by the time he woke up ... aaaa nnnn hhhh ... it was too late ... oooo oohhh ... he had to finish ... made me promise not to tell ... aaaa nnnn hhhh . ... "
"Shit! You fuck just like mother!"
"I know, daddy told me!"
He felt the hot sperm stirring in his testicles, boiling and bubbling in his loins. Her backward thrusts were driving him crazy, and it took all his concentration to keep from coming too quickly.
But at the point where he knew he was going to blast off, he felt the pulsations in his sister's cunt, and he knew she had reached the top, too. His organ swelled to even more gargantuan proportions, and he knew his orgasm was there. A blast like the recoil of a bazooka jerked through his testicles, and he began shooting huge, fiery streams into the girl.
With her belly pressing into the railing, the beautiful girl had all the breath knocked out of her, and she came silently, but her cunt crushed the hell out of her brother's seething cock. She put so much pressure on the organ, it deflated almost instantly. By then, a new bond had formed between brother and sister.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The conspiracy was simple. Mother and son would go out of the house to go to the movies. Father and daughter would go to bed together. Mother and son would return, son would get into the act, mother would discover them all so that father would not be able to complain when mother was fucked by son, and they would all live happily ever after.
So on Friday evening, mother and son went out after supper, and Nana approached her father, who had only been ready to go out of his mind with desire for his daughter. The two quickly went up to the bedroom, got undressed, and the father jumped on her and pumped powerfully into her until he came, while she had two separate orgasms.
They-rested a while, then she told her father she wanted to get on top of him again, the way she had done the night she had taken her own virginity with his cock. Ernie was only too willing. When his cock was slow in stiffening, the girl pushed it into her mouth and sucked it to solid stiffness.
Though mother and son were in on the conspiracy, neither was aware, at the moment, that the other had made love with Nana. Instead of going to the movies, mother and son had gone into the garage, into the car, and had fucked in the back seat. But the idea of what would happen later in the evening kept both ready for yet more.
Bert needed some time to recuperate, so for an hour he rested as his mother fondled his cock. Then the two, naked as jaybirds, got out of the car and sneaked into the house by going through a door that led directly into a small hallway. They got to the bedroom doorway just in time to see Nana finishing her sucking of her father's cock, the throbbing organ once again at full rigidity.
"You have some appetite," Ernie was telling his daughter.
"I take after the other members of my family," she replied.
He was still lying on his back as Nana crawled on top of him. He had her straddling his hips, his eagerly pulsing instrument poised just below her already come-drenched cunt.
"Do it, baby!" he told her.
Chills of depraved sensuality ran up and down the young brunette's spine as she imagined how obscene she must look to her mother and brother whom she knew had to be watching by now. Her dad's hands reached up and filled themselves with her full breasts, kneading the tantalizing bowls, tugging at the soft, brown nipples and turning them into rubbery fingers. All the while she wriggled her torso with abandoned response.
The girl gripped her father's cock and pressed the upright organ directly against her quivering vaginal mouth as she squirmed her hips down with all her strength, trying to force the rubbery, lust-bloated glans into the narrow wedge drenched with the first load of sperm. The broad cock-head seemed much too thick to enter, but the eager young girl knew she was capable of taking the massive cock inside her and so wasted no time. She screwed her loins down with all her strength, and the stiffened, distended organ rammed into the narrow center of her cunt. For a moment the lovely young girl remained perfectly still, letting her interior self once again adjust to the organ. Then she began her up-and-down motion, sighing, "It goes all the way in, this way. I love it!"
Watching from the doorway, mother and son licked their lips, heedless of everything other than the salacious sight of Nana's white ass-cheeks pumping madly up and down above her father's long, thick, pummeling cock. Both saw the glistening sheen of Ernie's shaft as it raced into the narrow tightness of the young girl's cunt again and again. The cunt sat all the way down, sucking up even a small part of Ernie's scrotal flesh, as well. The clasping lips sucked like those of a mouth, trying to draw the cock even deeper inside.
"Wow! Look at that!" the boy said. "Sis and dad are doing what you and I do."
"It's getting me hotter than ever," the mother admitted. "Tell me, did you know about this?"
"Yes," the boy admitted, then told his mother what had happened the previous day.
"So then, the only one who really doesn't know anything is your father, who is unaware that you and I are fucking."
"So what do we do?" Bert asked.
"Go sandwich your sister," the mother said. "I'll walk in while the two of you are at it with her, and then I'll join in."
"Sandwich?" the boy asked.
"Go fuck her in the ass while your father is fucking her cunt."
She fell to her knees and began sucking his cock to make sure it was both, hard enough, and lubricated enough to fit into Nana's ass. She knew Nana would feel pain when the cock entered her rectum, but the mother felt the little cheat deserved a little agony after trying to make a captive of her mother. It was bad enough for a son to do it, but a daughter?
As if he were walking on air, the handsome young son stepped into the bedroom and strode across the carpet silently, his stiffly distended cock tightly held by him.
"Hi pop, hi sis," he said, kneeing his way onto the bed.
"Ernie!" the father gasped.
"Stay cool, pop. You wanna fuck my baby sister, and she wants it, so who the hell am I to say no. But if you fuck her, then I want to fuck her, as well."
"What?" Nana gasped.
She had expected her brother to let her suck him off, or something, while she continued fucking their father. It dawned on her that he had something entirely different in mind. Her body froze, feeling a tinge of dread and anticipation, her father's thick, swollen cock firmly lodged in the narrow tightness of her seething vagina.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she gasped.
"This is mother's idea," the boy said.
"Mother's!" the father raged.
"Yes, dear, mine," Sarita said, nakedly walking into the room. "You're fucking our daughter, now our son will join you in fucking our daughter, then the two of you will fuck me, and from now on we're going to be one big happy fucking foursome."
"God!" Ernie gasped. "It's Hollywood depravity all over again."
"We didn't leave Hollywood to get away from the idea of fucking," Sarita told him. "We left because we didn't want to play games with strangers. Well, these aren't strangers, these are our kids. We love them, they love us, they love one another, and we love each other, so let's be honest and admit this is something we all want."
"What about what the minister said last week?" Ernie taunted.
"The minister was only telling others what they should do, but I'll bet he screws those ugly daughters of his, anyway."
"Aha!" Ernie laughed. "You're beginning to think like me, now. Okay son, her ass is all yours."
The anxious boy was pulling his cowering sister's ass-cheeks wide apart, revealing the ringing brown bud that was her twinkling anus. He sucked on his middle finger, then slowly pushed it into the rectal opening.
Bert stared in lascivious fascination at the way he was salaciously invading her rear orifice, feeling the tight muscles of her rectal passage clamp around his plunging digit, trying to force it out. The girl squirmed wildly, feeling aroused, yet feeling alarmed, since she didn't know if her narrow asshole, by itself was able to handle a cock. With a cock already in her cunt, it would make her rear channel even more narrow, and she would have a hard time of it. Her ass rotated around and around as her brother's finger sank all the more deeply into her rear. She felt how tight her rectum was because of the pressure of her father's cock, and so knew her cunt would also become that much tighter when a cock was forced into her rectum. Nana hoped she would be able to handle it. But then she remembered the grand finale in her mother's movie, recalling how her mother had taken two cocks at once. Anything her mother was able to do, she was able to do.
"Stop poking in my ass, you bastard!" Nana yelled at her brother.
"Hey, if dear old dad can fuck you, so can I," the boy replied.
At the moment the youth felt in complete control of the situation. It was really humorous. First his mother had been his captive, and his father had been his sister's captive. This being the case, everyone was now his captive, but he was no one's captive. He was going to fuck that sweet little ass and really enjoy it. His sister was finally completely at his mercy, not just like on the stairway. Now she was at his mercy because soon she would no longer have a hold on him. If, at a future date she showed her movie to their father, he would always be able to claim the scene took place after tonight.
Abruptly he withdrew his finger from her tight rectum and guided his oil-coated cock-head toward the sobbing brunette's quivering puckered nether ring. Everyone's captivity was at an end, and he was celebrating the end of it all by fucking his sister in the ass. A heavy drop of seminal oil came seeping out and rubbed against the girl's asshole, wetting it down even more. Pressing his cock-head firmly against the tight orifice, he thrust forward-hard! His hips churned like mighty engines and his sister gasped with pain as she felt the bulbous, bloated tip of her brother's thick phallus moving relentlessly between her buttocks. The violent force of the driving cock sent her cunt slamming down on her father's penile base again, wedging every last inch of it into her seething pussy.
A sudden, inexplicable thrill of forbidden pleasure surged through Nana at the same time she felt additional pain. The muscles in her rectum involuntarily relaxed, and her brother's gigantic phallus slipped even farther into her defenseless asshole.
"Hhhaaauuunnnggghhh ... oooo nnnn gggg hhhh ... uuuu nnnn gggg hhhh ... motherrrrr ... make them stoppp ... it hurrrrts...." she gasped, incoherent cries bubbling from the tortured brunette's lips, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. She was unable to stand it. The two enormous cocks would surely cut her in half. The pain was overpowering.
Bert stared at the delightful sight of his sister's ass, now delectably impaled on the licenciously plunging shaft of his penis. He had never seen anything so erotic in his entire life.
Slowly, carefully he withdrew his long, thick cock from her anus, only the tip remaining inside. Then he eased it very slowly back in. There was nothing in the world that would make the boy stop sodomizing his sister, now. He had to shoot his next drops of sperm into her tight, delectable ass. But even now, his love for her was such he intended giving her as much pleasure as was humanly possible.
Nana sighed with relief at the gentler thrusts of her brother. Instinctively her fear-tensed muscles relaxed a bit more to alleviate further the searing anguish in her anal tunnel. At the same time her father's hotly throbbing cock began fucking in and out of her seething vagina with solid, rhythmic drives, and she soon discovered the agony definitely fading as unmistakable flames of desire built all the more strongly in her sandwiched limbs. No wonder her mother had been able to smile when this was happening to her in the movie. Yes, she was beginning to enjoy having two phalluses pounding inside her manipulated body. Although the doubly ravished young girl knew outsiders would frown on the morality of her family, she didn't really care at this point. All she knew was that she loved her mother, her father, and her brother, and she wanted to give to them, and receive from them all the happiness she was able to enjoy.
"Yes, my darlings," Sarita called from the side, encouraging the three of them. "Fuck! Fuck hard! Fuck deep! Keep on fucking! We're one family that really knows how to enjoy itself."
At this point Sarita knead her way onto the head of the bed, then moved so that her thighs surrounded her husband's head. She sat, her cunt squishing against the man's face, feeling his tongue stab into her seething vaginal depths-depths she had taken the time to clean with a washcloth before coming into the room. All her husband tasted was her pussyflesh and the deodorant soap she used.
Nana lifted her head from her father's face, now that her mother was squatting on it, and she began sucking her mother's up-thrust breasts while her mother reached underneath and began playing with her nipples. At the same time, Bert leaned forward and sucked his mother's tongue into his mouth.
Nana thought this whole thing was crazy, but she loved it. Her mother's breast filled her mouth, her brother's cock filled her asshole, and her father's cock filled her cunt. She rode up and down on it as if there was no tomorrow, bouncing and jumping and leaping, totally out of control. Her enjoyment of all this was intensified knowing the people she was with were the closest, most loving people she would ever know. All three were direct blood relations, and even if she fell in love with another man later on and married, her relationship with him would take years to build, and it would take at least seventeen of those years before she was as close with him as her parents were to one another.
Oh, God! It was so wonderful! Two cocks! Two thick rods of masculine flesh were reaming her cunt and her asshole at the same time, touching sparkling nerve-ends inside her, filling her with thrill after thrill after thrill.
The initial tremors of a violently induced orgasm were building and spreading through her shuddering body. Her mouth pushed itself forward all the more as she crammed her mother's breast deeper inside, sucking not as a babe in search of nourishment, but as a total hedonist seeking complete and utter fulfillment. "GGGGG LLLLL UUUUUWWWWW RRRRR GGGGG MMMMM PHHHWWWWW UUU-GGGGG LLLLL PHHHH WWWW AAAAA UUUUU GGGGG HHHHH PPPP MMMMM WWWWW FFFFF WWWWW AAAAA UUUGGGHHH!" she gagged in the depths of her throat, gurgling because her mouth was filled with breastflesh.
Watching her daughter, while at the same time moving her own cunt back and. forth on the mouth of her husband, Sarita felt her own orgasm well up inside her as her son continued kissing her and sucking on her tongue while his cock continued pumping into his sister's tisshole
HHHHHUUUMMMM ... MMMMM MMMMM-MMMMM!" Sarita gushed as her orgasm all but took the top of her head off.
Down below, Ernie felt her cunt juices splash in his face as he drank anxiously, hurling his pelvis upward, slamming his cock ever deeper into a tight cunt made even tighter by virtue of his son's cock being in the girl's asshole. The man had to admit this was probably the best fuck he'd ever had, although he was certain his wife would match it when her turn to be double-fucked, arrived.
"HHHHH AAAAA UUUUU WWWWW MMMMM FFFFF WWWWW AAAUUUUGGGGG HHHHH-MMMMMMM!" the father bellowed into the cunt that was pouring rivers into his mouth as his cock geysered drops of semen into his daughter's moving cunt, intensifying her orgasm that much more.
Bert, unable to control himself any longer, slammed his cock all the way into his sister's asshole, and with his mouth still glued to his mother's, gasped, "AAAAA WWWWW MMMMM WWWWW FFFFF UUUUU MMMMM FFFFF AAAHHHHH!" He fired the last remaining drops of sperm in his body into his sister's rectum, and his cock stayed hard for a long, long time, after. God! This was good, really good!
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The following Monday, Bert brought Mary Corso home, and this time entreated with his mother to tell Mary whom she might contact when she went to Hollywood. Though Sarita was unable to guarantee Mary's stardom, at least she was sending Mary to see the right people. If Mary had star-quality about her, they would be the people who would spot it.
The Small home had been a happy home, before. Now it was a much happier home. True, Bert didn't go in for school athletics much anymore, but then with his sister and his mother waiting for him at home, he had no desire to bother with outdoor sports.
Nana was fast discovering all the wonderful things her mother had learned in her youth, but with one difference: Nana was doing it all with three people she loved, and that made the feeling that much more intense.
Ernie Small didn't work as long or as hard as he used to, not with his son getting so much action at home. Hell! Ernie had to make sure there was enough left over for himself. What he loved most was having his wife lie face-down on top of his daughter, with their clitorises rubbing together, and then he would alternate driving his cock in and out of their cunts, in one, then out, in the other, then out, and maintaining the rhythm, not even breaking it when on the verge of orgasm, they would bet into which cunt he would shoot first.
Sarita was the happiest of the lot. Her past had caught up with her, but instead of shaming her, it had made her an even happier woman. It was what she deserved, after all.