It has been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul-some hidden secret, desire or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such dark passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of modern everyday life. Yet, sometimes dark passions surface-and another Charles Man-son emerges. Sometimes such passions are exposed-and another Tidal basin or Watergate scandal hits the headlines.
HOT PANTS AUNT is a dramatic representation of a family which dares to let its most base desires and passions come to the fore. They are some of the few who are willing to accept the consequences - be they reward or punishment - for allowing themselves to be completely liberated. Their story is a startling insight into the lives of people who dare to let it all hang out.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Maggie Cartright stood at the window watching the young couple in the pool. It brought back memories of her own relationship with Bill Woodson, a relationship that was no more. That was her reason for being here, with her older sister, to get herself together. But she didn't think that she would ever be the same again. After two years together, then to find out that Bill was married, she doubted that she would ever want a man in her life again.
She couldn't help but notice her sister's stepson Kevin out in the pool with his girl friend. She had only met him the evening before, and even though he had impressed her as good-looking, she noticed now that he was really a hunk. His bronzed body flashed through the blue water, and his skimpy swim suit displayed the huge bulge in his crotch. At another time she might have felt that old familiar itch, but there was little there today. She watched casually as the two young, brown bodies frolicked in the cool water.
She went about her business of unpacking and thinking how nice it was that Tracy had offered to let her come and stay until she felt better, however long it took. Tracy was six years older than she, and at twenty-eight was in the middle of her own life with a husband much older than she and a step-son almost as old as Maggie herself.
Maggie went back to the window, as if drawn by the innocence of the young people, but she dropped her comb and brush when she looked out. Bouncing up and down on the diving board was Kevin, completely nude. His girl friend stood on the side pointing at his long, limp cock that swung up and down in a looping arc. Maggie bit her lower lip and stepped back from the window so she wouldn't be seen. But instead of backing away, she leaned over carefully and opened the window a crack. Since her room was so close to the pool, she could hear every word they said.
"That things's almost long enough to play jump rope with, Kev," said Stacy.
"Yeah, maybe, but I can think of a lot better use for it."
Maggie crouched down and inched closer to the window. Rolling the inside crank several more turns, she widened the gap between window and jamb. Not only could she hear better, but she could see without the glare of the glass.
Stacy had just unhooked her top and it hung limply between her big, white tits. She unfastened the bow and the top felt into a crumple of blue at her feet. She kicked the material into the center of the pool and dove in after it.
"Jesus, Stacy, you got a great set of tits, I ever tell you that?"
"Yeah, Kev, just about every time you see them. I'm not complaining, though. I like compliments." Her tits floated in the water, full and globe-like swelling up out of the water, their large, brown nipples bobbing up and down, appearing and disappearing at the water's surface.
"Well, I like more than your tits, that's for sure. I'm especially fond of that ass of yours."
"I like your ass, too," she said, jumping out of the water so that it rushed down her huge tits.
Kevin turned around and bent over so that she could see his ass. Hanging between his legs were the biggest set of balls Maggie had ever seen. They swung back and forth and jiggled up and down as the board continued to spring.
Maggie couldn't believe what was happening. She knew that Tracy was in the house, for she had talked with her only minutes before. How could she not be aware of what was going on out in the pool-her son nude with some half-nude girl, talking that way about tits and asses. Maggie caught her breath in a gasp. She had been unaware that she had been holding her breath. Her heart, too, was beating irregularly. Her pulse raced. Surely it was because she was still so emotional over her own unhappiness.
"Come on, Stace, off with them drawers. I want to see that cute pussy of yours." He continued to bound high up in the air, cock stretching down as he rose, and then it would fling itself up into the air as he descended.
"Look! Up in the sky! It's Super Cock," said Stacy, slipping off her bottoms as she sat on the pool's edge.
"You better believe it," said Kevin, catching hold of his long, limp prick in mid-bounce and shaking a handful of it at her."
"Mmmmmm, yum, yum, yum," she smacked her lips.
When she stood up Maggie could see that her sandy, red hair was natural, and she sprouted a thick, flaming bush of the same colored hair around her cunt. The girl was very tan to have such red hair, and it made her all the more delicious-looking. She jumped up and down on the edge of the pool and her great, white tits heaved in the opposite direction from her body.
"I can do it, too," she said with a broad grin on her pretty face. Her short hair showed off her fine features, her high cheekbones and good brow.
Maggie was amazed that she was so aware of how pretty the girl was. There burned within her a small flame that she thought had been completely put out.
"Tell you what, Stace, you get this thing hard, and you can do it with what you will." He still held his cock which seemed to Maggie to have gotten harder as he talked.
"You got a deal, Kev." She dove into the water and surfaced near the diving board. "Sit down so you can hang that monster over the edge of the board. Let's see if you can catch a fish with that beautiful bit of bait."
He sat down on the very end of the board and spread his legs so that his cock and balls hung over the end of the board. Stacy got just below them and with a powerful kick of her legs and downward thrusts with her arms, rose out of the water enough to snap at his cock with her mouth.
"Jesus, Stace, you almost bit the thing off." He jerked his cock back up and looked down at her.
"No, I didn't. I took out my teeth," she said smiling her perfect, white smile. "Really, I'm not gonna bite that lovely cock, don't worry."
Kevin dropped it back over the edge of the board and Stacy made another lunge for it. This time she got the head in her mouth and pulled his cock taut before she let it slide from her mouth as she fell back into the water.
"My god, Stace, you are something else. I never met a girl as wild as you. Well, almost never," he corrected himself.
"I'm just a fun lovin' thing, Kev, and you know how to have fun. That's what I like about you. You aren't uptight like a lot of guys."
She lunged again and got more of his cock, but it was harder, for Kevin's prick no longer hung down. It stuck out over the end of the board like a bent fishing rod.
Maggie felt almost dizzy as she watched Kevin and Stacy. She couldn't believe all the mixed feelings that stirred within her, feelings that she thought she would never have again, and really didn't want, at least not now, not yet. She reached down and felt the hint of dampness in the crotch of her shorts. She snuck a finger up the leg and felt the dampness of her panties. Her body didn't seem to share her turmoil. It knew exactly what it wanted.
"I can't reach it anymore," said Stacy. "Anyway, it's hard enough for what I want." She swam to the edge and pulled up her compact body in one water-shedding whoosh.
"And what is it that you want, my lady?"
"I want yu to fuck me on that diving board, my prince. I've never done it on a diving board, and it looks like it might be fun."
"Jesus, that would be great. Come on," he said, getting up and walking off the board to meet her.
"Holy Jesus," Maggie said out loud, clamping her hand over her mouth after the words had escaped and scuttling back away from the window. But the two young people hadn't heard, or if they had, they didn't care.
Maggie moved back to the window quickly, motivated by what she didn't know. She only knew that she didn't want to miss what was about to happen on the diving board.
As she got to her previous spot, Stacy was just laying down on her back with her head to the end of the board, her legs spread and dangling over the edges. Kevin was poised between her legs with his long cock idling as he stroked it with his hand. Maggie didn't want to, but her hand went back to her pussy all on its own, the finger snaking up her leg and rubbing across the front piece of her silky panties. The finger rubbed in quick, little circles that quickly heated up her already warm cunt. "Aaaaa, Christ," she said to herself. Her finger stoked long, dormant fires and her pussy began to throb like it had once long ago.
"Get in there, you monster, you," Stacy said, guiding in Kevin's long, rigid cock. "Got you," she finally said, the head having u apparently penetrated her pussy lips, though Maggie couldn't tell for sure, for she couldn't see anything except the root of Kevin's cock as he reared above her body. Stacy's hands moved to her large tits and worked them, flattening them against her body and then pulling them up by the nipples until they stretched like white, brown-crowned tents on her chest.
Maggie could feel the old, familiar pull of tit and cunt. She had always told Bill that she had an invisible string that connected her cunt to her nipples, and every time he pulled at a nipple, or sucked at a tit, there was a tug at her cunt. Now she could feel the tugging even though the nipples being pulled were not her own.
"Ah, fuck me, Kev, fuck me, honey," begged Stacy.
Maggie's finger found the space between her flimsy panty leg and her pussy. It quickly darted up the hot, creamy cunt. "Ooooooh," she moaned, not paying any attention to whether anyone had heard her or not.
"God, Stacy, I love your cunt, your tight fuck hole, baby. I can't get enough of your pussy, honey. Spread that cunt and fuck."
"What a cock, Kevin. Fuck me with that great cock, Kevin, fuck me silly."
"I'm trying, I'm trying," he said.
Maggie saw him pounding into Stacy's pussy, the board bouncing up and down wildly, Kevin's cock pulling out almost all the way, glistening in the sun, glazed with Stacy's thick pussy juice.
Maggie's own fingers dripped with her own pussy juice. She had sneaked a second finger up her cunt and worked frantically at her swollen, little clit, stroked it fervently as she watched Stacy and Kevin bouncing up and down on the diving board.
"Oh, my god, Kev, oh my god, so close, fuck me, honey, so close." Stacy clutched at his ass and pulled him against her. She bucked up off the matting of the board and thrust against his plunging tool. "Shit, fuck me, baby, fuck me . . . fuck . . . fuck me." Her head thrashed from side to side, and she arched her back far off the board.
"Christ, Stace!" cried Kevin, fighting to stay mounted. He reached down and held to the edges of the board. "Fuck, Stace, fuck."
"Aaaaggghhhh," came the gargled sound from her constricted throat.
"Aaaaaahhhh," came the soft sounds from Maggie's throat.
"I ... Oh, I . . . Oooooohhh," cried Stacy, pounding on Kevin's back with her tight, little fists and her ass exploding up off the board in rapid thrusts, vicious little convulsions that slammed against Kevin's downward motion.
"Eeeeeeiiiiii," her scream echoed across the water and bounced off the brick walls that surrounded the pool.
"Fuuuuuck," sighed Kevin, his own come following hers with quick, stabbing thrusts as his long cock pinned her against the board and sent her arms and legs flailing helplessly as he plowed into her wet cunt.
"Oh . . . oh . . . uuuuu," said Maggie, trying to catch the words behind her bitten lower lip, but they escaped. "Uuaaaahhhh," came the long cry as her climax danced on the ends of her fingers.
* * *
Maggie lay on the carpet, fingers still stuck up her throbbing pussy. She couldn't believe what had just happened. How could she have been turned on by such a thing. She had been overwrought, that was all. Her emotional distress had made it possible. She hadn't wanted such a thing to happen. After Bill the thought of sex was repulsive. She removed her fingers. She felt somehow that her body had betrayed her.
She got up and adjusted her shorts. Her pussy still ached happily after its satisfaction. Out on the board Stacy and Kevin were still locked in their embrace, the board bouncing up and down slowly, ebbing away as was their own happiness.
Maggie tried to collect her thoughts, thoughts that ran in every direction. Should she tell Tracy? Why hadn't she seen for herself-Kevin and the girl had certainly been brazen enough. Surely Tracy could have heard the noise. But why hadn't she done something? Maggie didn't have any ideas. Her pulse still raced and her heart beat wildly. If she did talk to Tracy, it would have to be later, much later.
She lay down on the bed and tried to rest, but she could hear the two young people beyond her window. They were at it again, but she tried to shut it out and rest. Wasn't that what she was supposed to be doing there, resting, not banging away at her own pussy while two kids fucked on a diving board. Shit! she said to herself, relax. "Fuck me," yelled Stacy and Maggie heard the board pounding against its support. Rest, she told herself.
* * *
Tracy sat on one side of the table and Maggie on the other. Tracy's husband, John, sat at the head, and Kevin at the other end. Tracy had cooked roast beef and mashed potatoes for Maggie, her favorite meal.
"I thought it was men who were meat and potatoes people," said Kevin, "not women." He didn't seem to be saying it to be mean.
"I don't know, I've just always liked meat and potatoes, of any kind," she said, shrugging. She wore a pink half top that bared her brown, flat belly and suggested that her tits were large for her size. Her dark skin and raven-black hair contrasted with the pink of her top.
"Hey, that wasn't a put down. I like a woman who eats. Mom is afraid she'll turn into a hippo if she eats potatoes. Right?"
"I think that is a bit of exaggeration, Kev." She smiled at him and his eyes flashed back.
Maggie could tell that they had a good relationship, even if she were his step-mother and had only lived with him a few years. She had second thoughts about saying anything to Tracy about the incident of the afternoon. Her fork hung in mid-air as the thought crossed her mind.
"Anything wrong?" asked John. "What?"
"Anything wrong. You have a funny look on your face."
"Oh, no, nothing. I'm fine. Just one of those stray thoughts."
He smiled at her. He was a handsome man, and she could see where Kevin got his good looks. But John was good-looking in a different sort of way. He was less pretty, and more powerful. His blue eyes sparkled with intensity and his firm jaw suggested more to Maggie than she wanted to know about the man in her present state. She was happy that Tracy had such a husband, and she tried to take heart in that. But as her eyes strayed back to John's, a sudden uneasiness crept over her and a chill ran up her spine. Something behind his flashing eyes and half smile signaled a warning.
"Hey, I'm sure glad you decided to come and stay for awhile. Things get a little dead around here sometimes," Kevin said.
"Now don't forget that Maggie is here to rest, not serve as your entertainment, young man."
"Gotcha, Mom," he said, displaying that same closeness that Maggie had picked up before.
"Tracy tells me that you work for an ad agency in San Francisco, Maggie." John's voice was soothing and disturbing at the same time. Maggie couldn't put her finger on the problem.
"Well, I'm only a secretary, but I would sure like to work in some place of advertising or personal relations."
"Hey, I'll bet you could do a gang up job in personal relations," he said, that same half smile playing around his mouth. His lips were sensual, she thought, not quite like the rest of his face, sensitive,Tike Kevin's.
"No kidding," said Kevin, "a bang up job in personal relations," and he winked at his father and gave what looked like a sly look to his step-mother.
Maggie noticed that Tracy shook her head as if to caution him and he just shrugged and cut into his roast beef.
"Well, I know that you will enjoy your stay. Get lots of sun and just do what you want. Kevin will be glad to drive you where you want. Right?" John said. He shot his son a stern look, one eyebrow raised.
"You bet, Dad, anywhere she wants. The beach is only about twenty minutes from here. You like the beach?"
"Sure, who doesn't?"
"Great, but Mom for one doesn't dig the water."
"It's not the water, Kev, and you know it. I don't like crowds, honey. Ask Maggie. Even when were were younger, I never hung out with the gang."
"I know, I know," said Kevin, still smiling. "Mom is into small groups," Kevin said, looking first at Maggie and then at his step-mother.
The wink again.
"You're too much," she said smiling back at him.
Maggie felt as though she were not fully understanding what went on between the mother and son, the father and son, or the husband and wife. She dismissed it as more of her emotional distress and returned to eating her rare roast beef.
"God, I like rare meat," said Kevin, as though reading her mind.
Her body tingled as he looked at her with his father's blue eyes, deep, intense.
CHAPTER TWO
After their late dinner Maggie showered and went to bed. She was tired and confused. She had decided to say nothing of the incident between Kevin and Stacy in the pool. Besides, Kevin seemed so nice. Maybe she just wasn't in gear yet. What was so bad about a boy making love to his girl-even if they did do it out in the open where anyone could see and hear. Her mind swirled and she felt dizzy, so dizzy that she clutched the bed.
When the spell had passed she got up to get a glass of water. Some aspirin would help. Her bedroom was separated from Tracy and John's by a shared bathroom. She opened her door and found a glass. She took the aspirin and drank the entire glass full of water. She stood looking at herself in the mirror.
There were dark circles under her eyes, but she was still pretty. Her heart-shaped face was dark and almost sultry. Her rich, black hair which hung in full, wavy strands to her shoulders only added to that effect. Her full, sensual lips spread to display perfect white teeth. She set the glass down and turned to leave.
"Oh, god, Tracy, what a mouth. I think I married you for that mouth, eat me baby, suck that cock of mine."
She froze, because the door from the bathroom to their bedroom stood open a crack.
"That's it, honey, suck it, suck the cum out of my aching balls, baby. I got a gallon of cum just for you. Been saving it all day."
Maggie moved silently toward her door on her bare feet, but when she reached for the knob, she didn't open it. She stood listening to the sounds coming from her sister's room.
"Take it all, Tracy, suck that monster down your throat, god, I love it when you eat me, babe, love it."
Maggie's hand trembled at the knob. She couldn't turn it. She wanted to. She tried, but the hand wouldn't respond. Her heart raced and her knees grew weak. What was happening to her? Couldn't she control anything?
"I'm fucking your face, baby, fucking that lovely face of yours. Your mouth is as good as your cunt, honey. I love to fuck them both."
And then Maggie was moving toward the cracked door, moving slowly but surely, inching her way toward the open door until she could see her brother-in-law sitting on the end of the bed with Tracy between his legs. Her head bobbed up and down as his great cock slid in and out of her mouth.
Maggie had never seen such a big cock. Bill's had been big, but nothing to compare with John's. It was thicker than her wrist and long-just how long she couldn't see because it never came all the way out of Tracy's mouth.
She could see a glazed dreamy look in Tracy's eyes, as if she were drugged by the enormous prick upon which she so eagerly sucked.
John held her head and forced her mouth farther and farther down onto his gigantic cock, but Tracy didn't seem to mind. Maggie couldn't see where all that cock meat was going. Surely she couldn't be taking it down her throat. But where else could it go?
Maggie's throat constricted at the thought of that monstrous prick plunging down her own throat. She nearly gagged, the thought seeming to materialize within her mouth, stretching and probing, gagging her.
She was fascinated by Tracy's ability to take the cock into her as far as she did. The fascination fanned the flames of her own excitement, and she could watch without the slightest fear. She wanted to see more of his prick thrust into her sister's mouth, down her throat. "God," she muttered to herself, she really wanted to have John's cock in her own mouth.
Fully realizing her urge, she was again amazed that she could be experiencing the things she was. She had been so sure that all those feelings were dead, had been thoroughly destroyed by Bill's actions. But every time she turned around she was caught up by some newly revived sensitivity. Could she admit it to herself, that she wanted that monstrous cock of her brother-in-law's in her mouth? Her sister's husband? Things were happening too fast.
"Faster," said John, and Maggie's attention was drawn once again to the motion of her sister's head as it bobbed up and down, her mouth devouring John's cock deeper and deeper with every movement. "That's it, baby, that's it."
Tracy's hands jacked off the thick stump of his cock, back and forth briskly, up to her lips and down to his balls. It took both hands to contain, and Tracy's hands seemed to fly back and forth.
"Close, honey, getting close," said John. "How you want it?"
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm," mumbled Tracy around the thick hunk of cock meat stuck in her mouth.
"Down the tube, baby, or the usual?"
Maggie wondered what the usual was, but she would soon find out, for Tracy nodded her head vigorously for the latter.
As Tracy fucked him with her mouth and jacked him off with her hands, Maggie noticed how full her sister's tits were. Tracy had always had nice tits especially when one noticed how slim she was, but Maggie had forgotten just how large and firm they were. As she bent over her husband they bounced up and down and swung from side to side.
Maggie cupped her own tits, squeezed their firmness, and flattened them against her pounding heart beat. "Aaaaah," she sighed, the pressure against her firm flesh satisfying to an unimaginable degree. She pressed harder, feeling her hard nipples like small stones against her chest. She moved her hands in circular motions and rolled the hard centers in tingling orbits.
'It's coming, Tracy, I feel it coming, hang on." He began to fuck into her mouth wildly. She jacked him with short, almost vicious strokes, and then when he seemed to be near the verge of his come, he pulled out and Tracy jacked his cock off with long, rapid motions, swollen red knob to hairy root, and Maggie saw the full awesomeness of his powerful cock.
"Oh, baby," said Tracy, "I can feel it, too, bubbling, almost there, honey," and she whacked away with utter abandon.
In the next second great spurts of John's cum came shooting out of his cock head and splattered across Tracy's large, white tits. The final spurts fell short and landed in long runners on her belly and dripped to her mass of blonde pussy hair. "Fuck . . . fuck . . . ah, fuck . . . " grunted John as he pumped out his load onto her bouncing tits.
"Lovely, oh, so lovely," she said, milking him of every ounce of spunk his great, hanging balls held. She bent and licked the last drop from his slit and smacked her lips. "Delicious, as always, honey."
Maggie's cunt was on fire, but she was so engrossed with Tracy's "usual" that she had done nothing about it. Now that Tracy knelt before her husband, tits laced with the product of his coming, Maggie's own hand snuck up beneath her silky nightgown and sought the hot center of her cunt. Her fingers plunged into the wet center without hesitation. With three fingers she pumped into her own cunt and fingered the swollenness of her slit, rubbing against her raw, little clit, still sensitive from its earlier work-out. God, what if they have to use the John, she thought, but she couldn't stop, her fingers sliding all the way up to her thumb, fucking in and out of her hot pussy.
As she fucked herself with her hand, she saw Tracy begin to rub John's thick cum into her soft titties, spreading the cum with her fingers in long lines and small circles, painting designs that glistened in the artificial light and capping each nipple with a healthy gob.
"God, that is a turn on," said John. "I don't know why you like to do it, but I sure like to watch you. My cum working its way into your skin-it's like fucking you through the pores of your skin." He sat there and stroked his prick. Maggie saw that it hadn't shrunk a bit, still stood erect, rigid, ready to fuck again at a moment's notice.
"I just like the feel of it, baby, your spunk all over my tits, soaking into me, the smell of it, god, the smell-I'm crazy about the smell." She scooped up a gob from her nipple and stuck it in her mouth.
"Guess what?" John said, flogging his cock faster. "This thing is still hard as a rock. Can you think of anything to do with it?"
"Maybe," she said, "if I try real hard."
She turned around and got onto her hands and knees. Maggie saw how large her tits were hanging straight down, and envied Tracy the incredible fullness. Her own tits were large for her size, but Tracy still had her bested.
Maggie kept whipping her finger into her burning cunt, but she was trying to attend to what her sister and brother-in-law were doing, too.
Tracy was wagging her ass at John.
John stood up and Maggie gasped as she saw the true size of his prick. Her wet fingers slipped out of her cunt and hung motionless, glazed with her liberal flow of pussy juice. Not only her mouth, but her pussy watered for that cock.
"And you look like a Great Dane," said Tracy, looking back over shoulder. "The greatest Dane of them all, babe. What would I have ever done if I hadn't found that cock of yours?"
"Hell, honey, you'd just have had to use two regular ones, I suppose. I'm just glad I found that tight pussy of yours and those fantastic tits."
"Johnny, you make any pussy tight, and you know it."
They smiled at each other, and he lowered himself between her spread cunt lips. His cock was still wet from her sucking and it slid right up her pussy from the back.
"Aaaaaaaaahhh," she sighed as cock entered her, spreading her pussy mouth as it went.
Maggie could almost feel the heft of it in her own pussy, and her fingers returned to their work. Her clit seemed alive, raw to every touch, and her fingers teased it into a frenzy.
As she squatted at the door, her pussy muscles and thigh muscles convulsed as she tried to fuck against her fingers without moving.
John fucked into Tracy's cunt wildly, fucking with long strokes that exposed almost the entire head of his inflamed cock, and caused every bit of his root to disappear up into her cunt with every inward thrust.
Maggie watched the massive balls swing back and forth, slam all the way into Tracy's flat belly as they swung up with the force of John's fucking. The fleshy smack as flesh slapped against flesh sent shivers up Maggie's spine, and she could feel the intensity of her come building. She fucked against her fingers, and sunk them as deep into her steaming pussy as possible. She spread her fingers to expand her pussy walls and contracted her cunt muscles. Her climax grew inside her.
"Fuck me, honey," cried Tracy, "fuck me, lover, cream my cunt with your hot spunk."
"I'm fucking you, babe, fucking that tight cunt, that super-tight cunt. God, what a cunt. Oooooo, god, so good."
So good, Maggie thought to herself, her climax growing larger, drawing nearer. She fucked her fingers wildly, the slush and slurp of her fingers in the wet hole driving her.
And then the bubble was right before her, intensely bright, and as she reached out to touch it, it exploded around her, blasted into a thousand splinters of vibrating light. The slivers seemed to pierce her and set every nerve in her body dancing. "Eeiii," she cried, trying to muffle her cry with the back of her arm, but unsuccessfully.
Her pussy convulsed against her fingers and spasm after spasm wracked her body. Had she not been leaning against the door jamb she would have fallen flat on the floor.
Maggie's heart beat wildly, for she knew that her sister and her husband had heard her scream and would come running to find her squatting on the bathroom floor with her hand stuck up her cunt, the last spasms of her orgasm rippling away.
But when she looked up it was clear that John and Tracy were engulfed in their own coming. John fucked into Tracy like a wild man, and she reared back against him, as if his two by four of a cock were no more than a toothpick up her pussy.
"Fuck, oh fuck, fuck me," he cried.
"Yes, babe, yes, fuck, oh, yes, fuck. Fuckmefuckme," she screamed, swinging her head from side to side, her blonde hair cast in a fine spun fan about her head.
* * *
Maggie snuggled down into the bed. She was still confused, but at least she was aware that parts of herself she had thought dead were fully alive. The remainder of her stay might hold some promise for her after all.
CHAPTER THREE
"Kev, why don't you take Maggie to the beach today," Tracy said. "I have to be away most of the day, and there is no sense in her just sitting around."
"No, Kevin, that's not necessary. I'm sure you don't want to be saddled with dragging auntie around all over the place."
"Saddled? You've got to be kidding. Anybody would be crazy not to take a foxy chick like you to the beach." He smiled at her, those fiery, blue eyes dancing.
"Thanks, Kevin. That's sweet of you, but I know you have other things to do with your time. I'm sure your girl friend would like to go to the beach. Wouldn't she?"
"She might, but she isn't here. She's in Santa Barbara. That's where she lives. She was just down for the day yesterday." He tugged at his right ear lobe.
"Go on, Maggie, it would do you a world of good. You need to get out in the fresh air. Live it up while you can, sweetheart."
"Well, if you're sure you don't mind, Kevin."
"Mind, hell, I think it's a great idea. Maybe you can meet some of my friends, even."
"Okay."
* * *
Tracy and John really didn't live far from the beach, and within a few minutes Maggie and John were barreling along the highway beside the blue Pacific. White-crested waves rolled in along the shore and flattened out into wide fans of spray and foam with a muffled clap as they crashed on the sandy shore.
The Corvette hummed along the asphalt and the radio blared the vibrating sounds of acid rock.
"Where are we going?" she finally asked after they had driven some miles along the highway, still following the gentle curve of the ocean's shore.
"A special beach. Private." He winked at her and punched the button on the AM/FM for a new station.
In a few minutes he pulled up and turned sharply into an almost hidden driveway that fell away into a small parking lot. Kevin squealed into a parking place and turned off the engine.
"Here we are," he said, giving her a wink.
"Hi, Kev," said a monster of a man who seemed to be a guard of some kind at a gate. He let them through and they started down a narrow set of steps cut into the face of a steep bluff that led down to the sand.
"Careful," he said. "If you just watch where you put your feet, everything is easy. It looks worse than it really is."
"It does look a little scary," she confessed and gladly took the hand he held back to her.
At the foot of the stairs they went through a narrow tunnel carved through the rock that opened onto a wide expanse of beach. The shore curved in a horseshoe, the two ends of which ended in rocky bluffs that stretched out into the water. It was a private beach, she decided, just about as private as it could be.
It was at that instant that Maggie Cartwright discovered that none of the people on the beach were clothed. They reclined or stood, ran or sat, all completely naked.
A short rush of breath sucked into her lungs, and she clutched Kevin's hand. She looked at him questioningly.
"Is this a . . . " "Yeah, a nude beach. Neat, huh. My favorite place."
She stumbled wide-eyed through the sand. There really weren't that many around, but they were all nude. Two couples played volley ball, tits flopping, cocks flapping, and everyone having a great time. Maggie could feel herself changing shades of red.
"You Okay?" he asked. She had slowed down so that he was tugging at her hand.
"Oh, yeah, I just . . . well, I've never been . . . you know."
"Hey, that's okay. You don't have to strip. No big thing. You want to, fine. You don't want to, no skin off anybody's nose-or ass, as the case may be." He smiled and winked at her again.
"You sure?"
"Trust me."
She shrugged and let him lead her to a secluded spot near an outcropping of rock. "This okay?"
"Fine," she said. It was a little more private, and perhaps from there fewer people would see her sitting in her bathing suit while they frolicked nude along the shore.
Kevin spread out the blanket and set the picnic basket on one corner. It was a large blanket and there was lots of room for them both. Kevin pulled off his shirt and displayed his lean, muscular chest and shoulders. He had what Maggie called a swimmer's build, and it made her feel warm to be with him, even if they were surrounded by naked people.
She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off to reveal her own large, firm tits. Her bikini displayed them to full advantage, and she could see Kevin looking down at them. The thin, stretch fabric of her top hid little, and the rock-hard nipples showed clearly beneath the pink material.
She wasn't prepared as Kevin unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, though. He wore nothing underneath, and as he pulled them off, his long cock came into view.
Maggie stared, mouth open, eyes wide, as the full length of the limp cock relaxed before her. It moved as though it possessed a tiny life of its own, contracting a little, then stretching out even farther than it had before. She couldn't take her eyes off it.
"You mean you-" She looked up at him, panic creeping into her dark eyes.
"Sure, I always do. Hey, I said it before, you want to you do, you don't you don't. Doesn't matter either way. Nobody thinks anything of it, Maggie. You do what's comfortable for you."
Maggie sat there, heart skipping beat after beat, her stomach a cage full of butterflies. She fumbled at the top button on her Levi's, but she couldn't seem to get it undone. She tried not to look at Kevin's cock, but her eyes kept straying up, eying the full length, up and down, mushroom shaped knob to root, a root nesting in soft, curling brown hair.
She finally freed the button and undid the others. She tugged at her pants, not wanting to get, up and draw attention to herself. She worked her Levi's down and under her ass and tugged them off her legs.
Kevin was busy oiling himself with lotion, all over, arms and legs, cock and ass. She didn't know how she would get through the day.
"You burn?" she said.
"No, not really, I just want a good tan. This stuff helps. Want some?" He held the tube out to her.
"Maybe later," she said. Her pink bikini bottoms contrasted with her naturally dark skin, and her flat stomach and pussy mound were clearer than she would have liked for them to be-but a lot less visible than seemed to be the fashion.
She lay down and put her hand over her eyes. The sun was bright, and she had an excuse to cover her eyes and block what she didn't want to see. She was able, however, to look out of the corner of her eye and beneath her forearm at the luscious length of Kevin's cock as it curled in his lap.
"Sure I can't rub some of this on you?" he asked.
"Not now, thank you." She didn't think she could stand his hands on her body. She seemed to tingle with an electric current.
"Because you have naturally dark skin doesn't mean you can't burn, you know. You have fantastic skin. I'd hate to see it peel." He was up on one elbow looking down at her, his cock still curled in his lap.
"Later, okay, Kevin."
"Whatever."
The volley ball match had been getting louder and louder. The friendly game having turned into a match of wills.
The two girls shouted at one another. The men did the same. Kevin sat up and watched.
"That was outside if I ever saw outside," said the big redhead, hands on hips, tits heaving up and down.
"Bullshit," said the blonde, sneering at the redhead.
"Yeah, you got bullshit up your cunt, skunk!"
With a flurry of sand the redhead shot under the net and tackled the blonde sending her tumbling headlong into the sand.
"Motherfucker," she cried as they rolled together.
Maggie sat up to see what the commotion was.
The two girls wrestled in the sand, swearing and tearing at one another's hair.
"Come on," said Kevin, "let's catch the action." He got up and reached out for her hand.
A small circle had formed around the two girls and people cheered on first one and then the other. Even though she was the smaller, the blonde seemed to be more than holding her own.
"Cunt," she yelled into the other girl's face.~ "Fuck face!"
The redhead reached a hand up and grabbed a nipple and began to twist.
"Iiiiiii," screamed the blonde, and smacked her fist into the redhead's face, a gush of blood shooting out almost immediately. She slapped her face back and forth, until the redhead's eyes rolled.
"You want to play with my tits, you got to ask nice," she said. "Now, I think I'll play with your pussy."
"Yeeeeaaaah!" went up a cheer from the people gathered around. Maggie looked at Kevin, and he just shrugged his shoulders.
The blonde sat down on the redhead's belly and spread the girl's legs. She quickly shot a hand down and forced her fingers between the girl's pussy lips.
"No, oh, no, please, don't," the girl pleaded.
"Shut the fuck up," said the blonde. She began forcing her fingers deeper and deeper into the redhead's pussy, her fingers disappointing into the bright, red bush.
Someone jostled Maggie and she brushed up against Kevin's cock. He looked at her, but didn't move. It had began to swell, she could feel, as it moved against her leg and hip.
"No, no, no, no, ooooooh, please, no." The redhead pounded harmlessly at the girl's back. "Please, aaaaah, please, stop." She twisted her head back and forth, her head digging a fan-like trough in the sand.
"Now, your gonna feel some real pussy play, honey," said the blonde. "No messin' around, cunt. This is for real. You're gonna beg for more before I'm done."
"Ah, shit, don't do this, please, let me up."
The blonde's whole hand seemed to be plunging into the other's cunt, hand formed into a cone, disappearing up to the knuckles.
Maggie felt Kevin's cock creep up her hip as it swelled to erection. Apparently his wasn't the only cock to react to the action in the sand.
"Oooooooh, god, be careful, don't get sand in my cunt, be careful." And as she said it, a different tone seemed to creep into her pleading.
Maggie was aware of it as she was aware that other cocks grew as did Kevin's. The men seemed to be turned on by the scene before them. And the more she watched, the more she too was excited, half frightened, half turned on.
"Careful," the girl pleaded, no longer begging her to stop, only to be careful.
"Sure, and you'll love it, cocksucker. I'm gonna fuck your cunt with my hole fist." And that was exactly what she seemed to be doing.
Maggie couldn't believe her eyes, for the body beneath the blonde began to respond, began to fuck up to meet the thrusts as the hand plowed into its cunt.
"Now you're getting it," said the blonde, now plunging her whole fist into the widespread pussy. "I got my whole hand up your cunt, fuck face. Do you like it?" She pumped harder down into the frothing pussy.
"Please, oh, please, be careful." The redhead's voice was almost cooing.
"Do you like it, fuck face?" She pounded into the sucking pussy, the slush and slurp of its wetness clear for all to hear. "I ask if you liked it, cum mouth!"
"Ooooooh, oooooh, y . . . ye . . . yes, oh, yes, yes, yes. God, yes, I like it. Don't stop. Oh, please don't stop." She arched her back, the blonde riding her waist like a bronc rider, and received her fucking fist gleefully. "Aaaaaaaaah," she sighed, and the others cheered as the blonde fucked furiously into the streaming pussy.
Maggie could feel Kevin's rock-hard cock pounding and pulsing against her hip. She didn't move, in fact, moved in to the hard cock pulsating against her flesh.
The blonde stopped her fucking motion and lodged her fist right in the mouth of the other girl's cunt. She began to twist her fist back and forth.
"Aaaah, aaaaaah, aaaaaaaaah," cried the redhead, throwing her head from side to side.
The blonde twisted her fist harder, faster, and the redhead screamed out her pleasure. "Oooooooh, fuck me, oooooooh, fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me." She couldn't get enough of the fist that whipped her cunt to a froth of intensity.
"I . . . oh, I . . . " and then the redhead bucked so hard that she almost threw the other girl, bucked again, bucked once more, poised in an extreme arch, and her whole body shook as her climax ripped through her.
"Eeiioo," she screamed, her body quivering as though she had touched a live wire and current gripped her body relentlessly.
The blonde jumped up and held up her fist in triumph, a fist that glistened with the thick accumulation of the girl's juices. The redhead still writhed in the sand as her orgasm slowly ebbed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kevin looked down at his cock and then at her. "I guess I better go for a swim," he said, and ran toward the water. She watched him run, his long cock bouncing up and down and swaying from side to side.
The redhead still twitched in the sand, but most of the people had left. Two guys tried to help her, but from the look of their engorged cocks, they had something else in mind besides help. As she watched even one of them managed to slide his fingers up her cunt as he helped her up.
Maggie turned and trotted to her blanket. It had all been too real to imagine, and yet she felt the tingle in her pussy. A tingle that only a cock could satisfy.
"Ready for that sun tan oil now?" asked Kevin. He stood there drying himself with his large, purple towel.
"I suppose. I'm still trying to pull myself together. That happen often?" She hugged herself, squeezing her tits with her forearms.
"No, but every now and then something like that does happen. Every now and then a gang bang."
"Gang bang!"
"Oh, not rape, or anything. Just some girl that gets carried away and wants to fuck the whole beach."
He said it so casually that a shiver ran down her spine. Had he participated in any such things? She didn't dare ask the question.
Maggie had become aware of how uncomfortable she was on the beach. Not because everyone else was nude, but because she wasn't. It had taken a while to dawn on her, but now she knew the source of the feeling.
"I think I'll . . . I'll take off my suit, if it's okay," she said hesitantly.
"All right, shit! I think I'd pay to get that suit off!"
"Hey, it's not that special, I assure you."
"Let me be the judge of that."
She reached back and had trouble unhooking the catch on her strap. Her fingers trembled.
"Here, let me help." He reached down and unhooked it. Then he undid the bow. The top fell away revealing her large, perfect tits, only a little lighter than the rest of her body.
"My god, you have fantastic tits, Maggie. I mean it." They stuck out with no sag, full, cone-shaped, capped with large, pink nipples. They hardly jiggled.
"I can't believe it, Maggie. I've never seen such perfect tits on a woman in my life."
Maggie glowed inside. She recalled seeing Tracy's tits the night before. But if Kevin saw hers in the buff, he might say the same thing. No matter, it still felt good to hear.
"Thank you," she said, and turned to pull off her bottoms. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic and shucked them off swiftly.
"You are great, Maggie. Just great." He stood there looking down at her. Her bush of black hair puffed around her pussy and her full thighs flared out and down into perfect legs.
"You have a million dollar body, Maggie. If I had a million dollars I'd buy it."
She shivered. It would take less than a million the way she felt right then. She wondered if he knew how little it would take at that moment for him to have her. The quivering increased.
"Cold?" he asked her.
"No, fine."
"Ready for this?"
"Why not?"
She rolled over and he knelt down beside her. She felt the warm, liquid squirt on her back and immediately thought of Tracy letting John's cum shoot over her tits. Her pussy convulsed at the thought.
"You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, you just spread that cu . . . that lotion around." She pressed her mouth against her arm. Had he picked up on her near slip of the tongue?
She felt his fingers, strong fingers, rub in the oil, spread it across her fine shoulders and down her narrow back. He moved his fingers in long strokes and small circles, up and down her back until the oil was well soaked into her skin.
She felt the liquid squirt again upon the swells of her ass cheeks and down each leg in a long line. Her pussy tingled.
"You also have a great ass, Maggie, the greatest ass I have ever seen." His fingers crept up the curving rise of her cheeks and began to knead the firm flesh of her ass.
"I've seen lots around here that are better."
"Nonsense. I'd match that ass against anyone's," he said grabbing a handful and squeezing.
The sensation shot straight to her cunt. She knew what was coming, but she couldn't do anything about it, worse, she didn't want to do anything about it.
His fingers worked the oil around her ass and down her legs. Then they returned to her full, tight ass and ran up and down the crack. Maggie couldn't believe the feeling that his fingers produced by just moving up and down the groove.
"God, Kevin, you have great fingers."
"Glad you like them," he said, and quickly let them work deeper into the crack and farther down. She felt them graze her ass-hole and brush against the underside of her pussy. Her legs spread automatically so that he could reach her more easily.
"Yeah!" he said, and moved his fingers farther up into the moist hair of her pussy. "Jesus, you're like an oven down there," he said.
"You might say that I'm hot."
"I like my women hot." He snuck a finger into her wet pussy and ran it around the slick, hot lips. "The hotter the better."
"They don't get much hotter, Kevin." She spread her legs even farther, and his finger probed deeper into her fuck hole.
"I guess not," he said. He moved so that he straddled her thighs and worked his finger in and out of her steaming cunt.
"This is crazy, Kevin. I'm your aunt.".She started to pull her legs together, but his hand was too firmly planted between them and his weight sitting on them kept them pinned.
"Not to do anything with a body like yours is crazy. This is the sanest thing I've done since you arrived." He shoved another finger up her cunt and pumped in and out.
"Oh, Jesus. Right here in front :of everybody?"
"Nobody's paying any attention to us. Everybody's got their own thing to do. Just relax and enjoy it, Aunt Maggie." He giggled at that.
It did seem kind of silly. She was only technically his aunt, really. And his fingers fanned the fires in her pussy in a way that burned away such nice distinctions. Only her need survived.
She could feel his large, hairy balls move against her legs, up and down as his body worked with the fucking motion of his hand.
Her whole world had changed in twenty-four hours. She settled down into the warm glow and did relax. She would let Kevin's fingers stroke her where they would.
"Jesus, Maggie, are you juiced up." Kevin pulled out his hand and showed her the thick glaze of her cunt juice. He put his fingers to his mouth and licked each finger clean, curling his tongue around each one with slow deliberation.
"Mmmmmm, do you ever taste good. Sometime I'm gonna feast on that pussy, Maggie, but not right now." He returned his fingers to her cunt and stroked her clit with quick fingers.
"Ooooooh," she cooed, lifting her hips so that he could reach farther under her. "Rub my clit, Kevin, it feels so good. So good!" She rotated her hips and his fingers found the tight little nub of her clit. He rolled it around until Maggie thought she could feel the sensation tingling in her throat. "Christ, Kevin, I can't stand it." It had been months since a man had brought her that kind of pleasure.
He removed his fingers and pushed the head of his cock down against the wet mouth of her cunt.
She could feel the throbbing of the hot knob against her flesh, and little jumps it made against the mouth of her cunt as he held it fast against the spread lips. She lifted her hips higher off the blanket.
"Do it, Kevin. Don't stop, please, please." She wiggled her ass and pussy, sliding her slick cunt up and down against the swollen head of cock.
"Fuck me, honey, fuck me now!" she begged.
"How do you want it, Maggie?" He teased.
"Oh, shit, anyway you want it, Kevin. It's been so long, just fuck me."
"Nice and easy, Maggie, slow motion, like in the movies?"
"No! Oh, no, Kevin. Fuck me hard, baby. Fuck me honey, do it! Do it!"
With one swift shove Kevin's cock plunged up Maggie's cunt to the hilt. Her hips flattened out against the blanket with the force of his thrust, and added tremendous pressure to the already tight fit of cock in cunt.
"Oooooooff," she grunted as he slammed into her, cock pounding all the way up her cunt and battering against the soft wall at the end of her pussy. "Oh, god, baby, oh god," she moaned as he began pumping the full length of his prick into her cunt.
"That's it, honey, fuck me," he said as her cunt muscles closed against his prick, massaged it with rippling, milking motions. "God, what a pussy, Maggie. I never felt a cunt work on a cock like yours. Oh, shit, work it, baby, I love that action." He fucked into her wet pussy with quickening thrusts.
"It's your cock, honey, your cock that makes my pussy feel good." She squeezed his prick hard with the unused muscles in her cunt.
"Oh, shit!" He fucked wildly, hands pulling at her shoulders to give him added leverage. "Like it, honey?"
"Shit, Maggie, it's never felt like this with anyone before. Oh, motherfucker, oh Christ, honey, fuck me with that tight cunt of yours, wring my cock, baby, squeeze the son of a bitch. That's the way, squeeze it."
She squeezed harder and harder, as hard as she ever had in her life, and she felt the full, powerful length of his young cock plowing into her tender pussy, flattening out every crease in her cunt walls.
"Aaaaaaaah," she sighed, "aaaaaah, yes, yes, do it, honey, fuck my brains out, baby." She raised her hips as much as she could as he fucked into her. Ass up, his cock plowed deeper into her. It battered her cunt's far end like a ram, slamming with nerve jangling force.
Her pussy convulsed on its own, constricting around his massive prick as it shoved its way up her streaming cunt. Her body began to tremble and the quivering spread rapidly throughout her limbs.
"Ooooooooh," she said, "Ooooooooh, honey, do it to me, baby."
"Do what?"
"Fuck me, oh, fuck me!" She arched her back and resting her forearms on the blanket, took her firm tits into her own hands. She rolled the hard nipples around like pink, fleshy marbles, rubbed them between thumb and forefinger. She felt the tug at her pussy, a pussy that was alive with the flames created with the plunging of Kevin's long cock. "Ooooooh, fuck your auntie, Kevin, fuck your auntie silly." Her head tossed to and fro, dark hair flying in the sun.
"Fucking my auntie, yes, fucking her pussy raw, reaming it wide." He fucked like a wild man, driving into her body with everything he could muster. He pulled out until only the rim of his cock head remained in her hot pussy, and then he fell into her until the root of his cock squished into the thick juices that streamed from her pulsating pussy.
"Jesus Christ, cock," she mumbled to herself, cunt swelling as though the flesh itself would explode. "Fuck me, fuck Maggie, auntie, fuck Auntie Maggie."
And then her pussy did explode, bursting into tingling shivers that erupted through her cunt and ripped straight through her like shimmering slivers of glass. Even her nipples exploded in her fingers, almost buzzing.
"Come, oh, fuck, come." Her body bucked against his, awkwardly because of her prone position, but wildly, fucking up at his thrusting cock. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me." And he continued to ram his cock home.
She flung her head wildly, hair flying. She bit her lower lip and rode the high pitched pleasure of her come, rode it until she felt herself sliding down the other side, into the warm glow of her satisfaction.
Only then did she realize that Kevin still fucked into her cunt with such utter abandon that she was amazed that it didn't hurt. But her pleasure was too intense to allow any pain beyond its threshold.
"Keep going, Kevin, fuck my pussy. Keep slamming that cock meat home, honey." She worked her ass back up so that the pressure grew more intense. She began milking her cunt muscles up and down the length of his cock and reached back to clutch at his ass. "Fuck, wild man, fuck away."
"Maggie, oh Maggie," he mumbled into her neck and throat. "Fuck you, Maggie, fuck you like crazy, best fuck."
"Oh, yes, baby, the best fuck." She twisted and wrung her pussy until she could feel the first contractions of his cock ripple up from the root.
"Oooooh, Maggie," and he began shooting great wads of cum up into her cunt. She felt the scalding spunk wash the inner walls of her pussy and splash against the far end with such force that she thought a cannon had replaced his cock in her cunt.
"Aaaaaggghhh," he cried, the sounds tangling in his constricted throat. "Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck," and the final spurts shot up the drenched passage and mingled with her cunt juices.
* * *
"Oh, baby, what a fuck." He lay beside her, stroking her tit with his cum-stained hand.
"What a cock," she said, reaching out to squeeze the purplish head. It glistened in the sun beneath its glaze of cum and fuck juice.
"I think you have saved my summer, Auntie Maggie. Your pussy will be my salvation."
"No more so than your cock may put me back on the track, nephew."
"We like to keep things in the family," said Kevin. "But I guess you already know that." He winked at her.
She ignored the wink, for her eye was on the limp, languid cock that hung down from its nest of brown, curly hair. It looked delicious and inviting. "I have to do something, now." She turned so that her head was toward his feet and leaned down to lick at the cum-smeared head of his cock.
Her first lick sent new life stirring in the long hunk of cock meat, and she had to suck the head into her mouth before it swelled away from her.
"Yeah, suck it, Maggie, suck it just like you fucked it."
She took the head into her mouth and sucked off the last strains of cum and fuck juice, and then she began teasing the head with her tongue, running the rough surface around the rim, probing the tip into his pee slit.
"Jesus, Maggie, you do it all."
She nodded her head. She wanted to do it all. Hadn't done it all in a long time, for too long. Now she would do it all again and enjoy it. Do it all for Kevin. Shit, do it all for herself. The fire in her pussy had begun to shoot long flames up out of its crackling heat once again.
And for the rest of the afternoon she did it all for Kevin, and for herself.
CHAPTER FIVE
After Maggie returned later that evening with Kevin, she couldn't face her sister. As the evening wore on, after her shower, and before bed, she decided that she would have to tell Tracy what had happened, but she just couldn't do it that evening. She tried, but she didn't have the courage. She thought it amusing that the night before she had wanted to tell Tracy about Kevin and his girl friend. Her life had certainly changed in twenty-four hours.
She tucked herself in bed without saying good night to anyone and waited for sleep. It was a long time coming, for her mind was filled with feelings and images that the afternoon had left with her.
* * *
The next morning she felt a little bit rested and decided that it was then or never. She got up and slipped on her robe. She went downstairs to find Tracy. Thank god Kevin was nowhere to be seen and John had left for work hours before.
Maggie tried the kitchen, but no one was there. There were no dishes, so Tracy had probably gotten up earlier. She looked out the window toward the pool-she knew that Tracy liked to take sun early-but there was no one there. She opened the door that led from the kitchen to the garage, and Tracy's Camaro was there beside Kevin's Vet. That seemed a little funny to her.
She went back upstairs to try Tracy's room. She hadn't heard anything, and she had been in the bathroom earlier, but she had to be around somewhere.
Walking down the upstairs hall, she thought she heard voices, but when she stopped still, they died away. She padded down the hall quietly with her slippered feet making soft husssh sounds on the thick carpet.
She stopped at Tracy's door to knock, but she saw that it stood open just a crack. And she heard the voices once again, only this time she recognized them. Kevin and Tracy were talking in her room. About her? she wondered.
Maggie eased up to the door and looked through the opening. She fought to suppress the gasp that tried to escape her lungs. There on the bed, nude, were Tracy and Kevin. She toyed with his half-hard cock and he played with her large, brown nipple. Maggie's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't believe what she saw. She blinked her eyes and shook her head. Was it some trick of the light. Was it really John there nude on the bed, cock comfortable in Tracy's grasp, rather than Kevin. She shook her head again, but things remained the same.
"I'm glad you had a good time, but I must say that I felt a little funny-my own sister and all."
"Hey, Mom, no need to feel funny. Hell, you are just super, and I love being with you. I love your body and the way you fuck. It was just a groove being with your sister. She is a fantastic fuck, Mom. Really. You two are just different, that's all."
They were talking about her, but certainly not in the way that she had expected.
She watched Tracy pull at the slack skin of his cock, work it around his growing thickness.
"She is different, isn't she. When we were kids people didn't believe we were sisters. Blonde and dark, tall and short. I look like father and she looks like mother."
They seemed so relaxed together, so natural. Maggie couldn't believe it, but there it was. She even caught herself pushing at the door, widening the crack so that she would have a wider angle of the bed. Tracy had one leg pulled up and the other stretched out. Maggie could see the puff of blonde bush between the angle of her raised and straight leg. It was thick and rich, blonder than she remembered.
Kevin lay half turned on his side so that his mother could easily reach his cock and he could reach her tit. He pulled at the nipple and stretched Tracy's tit as far as it would go.
"God! When you do that I can feel it all the way down to my cunt."
He let go and the nipple snapped back to her large tit's center.
"I didn't say to stop, silly."
He pulled it again and she squirmed, rubbing her legs together.
Maggie could feel the sensation in her own cunt. She could feel Kevin's fingers pulling at her nipples, that invisible string tugging at her cunt. Tracy and she were more alike than she knew, thought Maggie.
Maggie, more daring now, pushed the door wider and moved closer.
"You keep that pulling up and you're gonna get yourself fucked, Momma."
"I'd be disappointed if I didn't," she said, pulling his cock as far as it would go. "You haven't fucked me all week. I began to think you were tired of me."
"Oh, Christ, Mom, how could I get tired of you." He moved his hand down to the angle of her drawn-up leg and her cunt and snuck his fingers up through the thick blonde pussy hair.
"Shit, I love your bush, Mom, all that beautiful golden hair." He ran his fingers through it like a comb.
Maggie discovered her hand up her gown and her own fingers running through her bush.
"Know what?"
"Do I want to?" She had begun jacking off his swollen cock.
"Yeah, I guess. Maggie had a bush like yours. Only it's black. Maybe you two aren't so different after all." He stuck his fingers into her pussy and Maggie could see her body relax to take the familiar fingers as they probed her pussy.
"Maybe not, honey, but let's not talk about Maggie just now, okay?" Her mouth hung open and she jerked off the thick, long cock with vigor.
"Shit, whatever, Mom. You really want to fuck, don't you?"
"How ever could you tell?" She smiled at him and lifted her drawn-up leg to give him greater access. She reversed her hand and )
began jacking off his cock with proper motions.
"I think I'd better get this thing where it belongs, 'cause the way you're going, I'm going to cream on your tits in nothing flat."
"Don't talk, do it." She wasn't smiling. The degree of her urgent need was plainly written in her eyes and mouth.
"Do what, Momma?" He pulled back his hand and mocked her with a half smile.
"Don't tease, Kevin. Hurry, I need you, baby."
"What do you need me for," he insisted, shaking his head from side to side.
"Fuck!" She shot him a nasty look. "That's what. I need you to fuck me. Fuck me! Good enough."
"You've done better," he said, returning his hand and fingers to her pussy. He fucked gently back and forth.
"Yes, fuck me, honey, fuck your mom, fuck your mother fuckin' momma, baby. Plunge that beautiful hunk of cock meat into my pussy honey, ream out my fuck hole like you never have before. Split me open with that cock, baby, make me scream for more, drive me crazy with your fuck pole."
"Now you're getting there, Momma, now you're getting there." He lifted her drawn leg and pushed her over on her back. He spread both legs and fully exposed her cunt so that Maggie could see the deep, red gash of her glistening cunt. Kevin's fingers spread her lips and Maggie could actually see up her sisters gaping pussy.
"Beautiful pussy," said Kevin, bending over as he knelt between his mother's legs. He patted it and bent to kiss the jutting clit nestled between pink folds of pussy flesh.
"Don't eat me, Kevin, fuck me, honey, I need fucking so bad, baby, so bad."
Kevin moved up between her spread thighs and bent his cock down toward her cunt. She reached out for it eagerly.
"Yes, oh yes," she said and pulled the length of it into her wide-mouthed pussy. "Jeeeee, God." She arched her neck. "God, Kevin, I can never get enough of your cock. I want more and more. I want to take it up inside me where it has never been before. Fuck me, honey, fuck the shit out of me."
She fucked up into his downward thrusts, pounding her pussy against his prick until Maggie could actually hear the slurp and slush of wet pussy against fucking prick.
The sounds were matched by her own sucking sounds as her fingers flashed into her own sopping cunt. She fucked up with all four fingers, and thought about the girl on the beach who had taken a whole, balled fist. She fucked her own cone-shaped fingers and wished that she were there on the bed with them. Actually wished that she and Tracy were there together with Kevin. She had lost all control of herself, she knew, but she was too caught up in her own push toward satisfaction to worry about it. She could deal with it all later. Now she stroked herself on to greater excitement, greater pleasure.
Tracy had thrown her legs up over Kevin's shoulders and he fucked into the tight crack of her cunt with long slow strokes. Maggie could see the full, wet length of him pull out and plunge into the juicy, pink fuck hole of her sister. She wanted to encourage him, cheer him on, wanting Tracy to feel the way she had yesterday on the beach.
But Kevin didn't look like he needed any encouragement. He rose up over his mother on feet and hands, controlling his long cock expertly, pulling out until only the very tip remained in contact with the pulsing pussy, and then falling in a long swooping thrust that buried it up the hilt. Kevin's balls slapped against his mother's ass and sent shudders up Maggie's back as she watched.
"Uuuuuuu, baby, that's it, fuck me long and hard. Ride my cunt, honey, fuck me forever. Never stop, baby. That's so fuckin' good." - "God, Mom, you're tight. Tighter than ever." He reached down with his thumb and rolled her clit around like a marble.
"UUuuuuuuu, baby, that's fantastic, marvelous. Set my clit on fire, honey, fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before."
"I never fuck you like I fuck anyone else, Mom. You know that."
"Tell me, about it, baby. Tell me while you fuck my sopping cunt, my burning pussy."
"You know it, Mom. I don't have to tell you. You can feel my cock in your cunt, you can feel it and you know it." He fucked wildly, deep thrusts that sent shudders through Tracy's body that even Maggie thought she could feel from beyond the door.
"Shit, so good! Fuck me! Aaaaaaa, fuck me."
"Yeah, Mom, yeah." He slammed into her cunt like a piledriver.
"Not like you fuck sweet, little, sexy Stacy, Kevin?"
"Ah, shit, Mom. Compared to you, fucking Stacy is like jacking off. Now just shut up and fuck."
And she did. She pulled into a tighter ball and Maggie saw the look on Kevin's face as her pussy got tighter.
"That's it, Mom. Tight pussy. Kevin's come is close, Momma, close. Fuck your baby boy and make him come. Jesus!"
"Me, too, honey, so close. Fuck harder, baby, more cock for momma." Her eyes rolled and her blonde hair flew as her head tossed from side to side.
Maggie chased them with her fingers, and she wasn't too far behind. She could feel the knuckles of her hand rasp against the outer mouth of her cunt. She had taken more of her hand than she dreamed possible, but so much had suddenly become possible in such a short period of time.
"There!" cried Tracy, and her whole body began to jerk and twitch up off the mattress. "Good!" she cried. "God! So good," she cried, bucking up from her tight tucked position as Kevin's tremendous cock strung out her coming.
"Me now!" he yelled and Maggie could see his muscles spasm as his cock shot its load up into his mother's cunt. He fucked into her with quick, brutal strokes, but her smile clung, and never wavered.
"Fuck, Momma, oh fuck."
Maggie's fingers caught up to her sister and nephew with a blasting eruption that ripped through her like a bomb blast, tore through muscle, bone and fiber and inflamed her entire being with the heat radiated by her cunt.
Maggie staggered back to her room, shocked not only by the behavior of her sister and nephew, but by her response to their fucking. She fought to keep her head from swirling and even had to lean against the wall. When she had pulled herself away from the door, Tracy was busy licking the cum and fuck juice from Kevin's cock. Maggie had wanted to join her, had even moved toward the door, but in a last strained effort, she had torn herself away and rushed down the hall like a drunken whore.
She didn't know where to go or what to do. She was drowning in her own feelings, and she needed to see things clearly. She pulled off her robe and her nightgown. Out the window she could see the sun reflected off the pool's blue water. She would swim laps until she was exhausted, swim until every muscle ached and every feeling was dulled. Then maybe she could begin to sort things out rationally.
* * *
The water was cool as she slipped into the pool, but its bracing chill felt good. Cooling her inflamed body was just what she needed. She began to stroke toward the opposite end, fluttering even kicks that sucked down the water with a muffled, wet whush. The meter in her head began to tick off the laps: one, two, three, four . . . ten, twenty, thirty, forty. Her lungs ached, burned, every breath extreme agony, and her legs and arms felt like leaden weights. On the forty-first lap she grabbed for the edge and was glad that she could reach it. Drowning had not been one of the solutions to her problems.
Maggie struggled up out of the water and dragged herself to a chaise lounge beneath the roof of the cabana. In a few moments she was fast asleep
CHAPTER SIX
"You okay, Maggie," she heard out of the foggy distances of her sleep. "Maggie," John said. She could feel him shaking her shoulder gently. "Maggie, honey, it's John."
"What?" She sat up startled.
"You must have fallen asleep."
She rubbed her eyes and looked up to see the sun sliding down the pale blue sky. "God, I guess so. What time is it?"
"About four or so."
"God! Over five hours." She shook her head and looked up at the sun as if to make sure.
"Lucky you were over here under the cabana. You would have fried out there, Maggie." He rubbed her smooth shoulder affectionately.
"Hey," he continued, "why don't I start up the hot tub? That will put you in the pink in no time."
She saw for the first time that he was still in his clothes from the office, his coat draped over his shoulder like in an old French movie. He walked over and switched on the tub. "In no time she'll be ready."
"Thanks, John, but it really isn't necessary. I feel fine. I jut got tired from doing laps."
"No sweat," he said. "I could use a round in the tub myself. Great for tension relief."
In a few minutes Maggie was soaking in the tub, a powerful jet shooting up between her legs, her body buoyant in the bubbling, hot water.
"I think I'll just join you, if you don't mind," John said, and began stripping off his tie.
Maggie expected him to walk toward the house, but he stood there taking off his shirt and draping it over the lounge she had been lying in. His chest and shoulders, arms and belly suggested a man in his late twenties rather than in his middle forties. The jet between Maggie's legs seemed to have taken on an intensity she hadn't noticed before.
She watched as John pulled off his trousers and laid them down. She couldn't believe it. Just when she thought things were going to settle down, here her brother-in-law was about to upset her life again. He stripped out of his white shorts and stood there before her, his great cock hanging limp.
"Christ," Maggie muttered into the surface of the water and sunk up to her ears. She had never seen a prick so long or so thick. She could remember seeing it hard, but now she was much closer.
"Room in there for me?" he asked, climbing up the ladder.
"Sure, anytime," and she wondered if he had caught the full intent of her words.
"Aaaaaah, that feels good. I love the hot tub. Tracy and Kevin don't use it much, but I like to come home after a hard day and soak."
She felt his legs against hers as he stretched out in the water. His legs were muscular and they rubbed her skin raw and burning where they touched her. She didn't move them, though, rather soaked up the intense heat that they produced, much hotter than the water that bubbled and gurgled around them.
"You'd feel much better without that bathing suit on, I can tell you. It feels a world of difference. Here, let me do it for you."
He reached over and without her saying a word began to untie the bow at the back of her neck. Her top fell and floated lazily on the surface while he worked behind her back with the clasp. He found it and the top floated free.
"You have nice tits, Maggie. Not like Tracy's at all, but nice just the same. Stand up so I can see them better."
She sat there glued to the redwood bench. It wasn't so much that she didn't want to show him her tits, she would have really kind of liked to, it was just that she didn't seem to have the energy to do it.
"Come, come, I won't bite them. Promise." Smiling at her, he reached out and put a hand under each arm and raised her up slightly out of the bubbling water.
Her large, cone-shaped tits reflected off the water. His hands cupped them and bounced them up and down, set them to jiggling on their own. But they were so firm that they quickly returned to their full heavy cones, nipple capped and quivering.
Standing up to help her out of the water, he displayed the enormity of his cock through the bubbling water. It floated up to the top, propelled by the water's jets.
"John, I ... I ... oh, never mind." She sat back down and so did he, but his legs were around hers and she could see his cock moving in the water. It was almost within reach and she was tempted to reach out and take it. Surely he was offering it to her, wasn't he? Hell, she wasn't sure of anything anymore. She clasped her hands and stuck them down between her legs.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Something, surely." He began rubbing his legs along hers. In the wavering water she thought she could see his cock growing, swelling, stiffening up through the broiling waters.
"I just feel a little funny here with you. You know, naked, and all. Like Tracy should be here, or something."
"Don't worry about Tracy, she doesn't like the tub, and she doesn't mind you using it, I know." He was smiling in such a way that he was deliberately misunderstanding her concern.
Rather than try again, she shrugged her shoulders and sat there in the stimulating heat.
"Don't you think it's time you got those bottoms off? That's where it really feels good."
It was her own hands that reached down and shucked off her bottoms. He fished them out of the water and tossed the flimsy material out of the tub. She settled back into the water and felt the jet in an entirely different way. Her eyes widened as she felt the water pummel her pussy with its hard jet. She knew that if she tried she could come right there.
"Go on," he said, a sly smile spreading over his ruggedly handsome face.
"Huh?" She stared at him wide-eyed.
"Go on and do it. You can, you know."
"Do what?" She thought she knew, but she didn't want to be mistaken.
"Bring yourself off on the jet. It works, believe me. I can even bring myself off that way, so think how much easier it is for you."
He reached out and touched her shoulder, slid his hand down into the water and cupped her tit.
"Go on, Maggie, it's okay. Tracy does it when she is in here."
She lowered herself over the jet and let the stream of water pound directly into her cunt. It was almost like a solid rod of water that fucked up into her cunt, opening her pussy mouth and bubbling right up her fuck hole.
"Ooooooh," she said a surprised look on her face.
"What'd I tell you," he said, reaching out and taking her other tit.
"God!" she cried suddenly, her body shuddering.
"What? You okay." He looked concerned. "Shit, yes, it just feels so good. But I feel ..."
"Forget, forget it all but the feeling in your pussy, Maggie, get down and get fucked." He laughed at that. "Fucked by the water prick." "Aaaaaah, John, it does feel so good. I didn't know something like this could . . . could fuck you." She smiled at him. "Thank you for telling me."
She closed her eyes and rode the watery prick that fucked up into her vibrating pussy, fucked wilder than any living cock she had ever had.
John's hands worked on her tits, massaging them, kneading them, twisting their nipples until Maggie's invisible string twanged taut in her cunt.
"The firmest knockers I've ever felt, Maggie. Great tits honey. Let me suck them, I want to suck them so bad." He knelt down in the tub with the water up to his chin and sucked her right nipple into his mouth. The sensation almost drove Maggie crazy. The tautness tugged at her pussy, combined with the wild fucking the jet was giving her cunt, made her teeter on the edge of her come.
"John ... oh, John . . . I," But his broad smile told her that he already know what was happening. He twisted the hard nipples of her tits more vigorously.
"Ride it, Maggie, ride that great watery prick. Let it fuck you, honey. Fuck all the way up your pussy. Ream out your cunt, baby, just like brother John's cock is gonna do in just a minute. Fuck it, baby, fuck it like crazy."
"Yes, talk to me, John, bring me off with your words, lover, fuck me with your words," she said, reaching out and taking his shoulders and positioning herself over the jet so that its power focused upon her enraged clit.
"Ooooh! Oooooh, god. Fuck, baby, fuck." Her pussy erupted in the broiling tub and sent satiny ripples racing throughout her body, and had she not been clutching John's shoulders so tightly, she would have slipped beneath the surface of the water and finished her cum in depths of the hot tub.
Her whole body trembled as he eased her back against the wall of the tub. "Some fuck, huh, baby?"
"Jesus, John, weirdest fuck ever." Her body glowed with the last tingling sensations that pulsed up from her cunt.
"Hey," he said as she slumped down in the tub, "wait a minute; you may be done, but I haven't even gotten started yet. He stood up out of the water and his cock reared up all purple and red, heated by the water to a rosy and wild-eagerness.
"Oh, my god!" she cried. Her eyes flashed open and her heart skipped a beat. "My god," she mumbled to herself again. It was the greatest cock she had ever seen, longest, thickest, most in every category she could imagine.
Her hand reached out to touch the swollen knob and she gently squeezed it, the blood pressure heavy against her thumb and finger. She could feel the steady pulse of the great cock.
"I don't think you'll ever get that thing up me," she said. "Do you want it up you?"
"Oh, Christ, yes, I want it to fuck me and never stop fucking me. But-" "Hell, you'll see. Pussies are elastic things, Maggie, you'll see."
Her hand had fallen to the center of his long, prick and closed around its breadth. She began to jack off the skin around the thick shaft, jerking him off lazily, thinking about the size of it all, the whole thing up her burning cunt. She shuddered.
The tip stuck up out of the water and she watched a clear liquid bead of semen form in his pee slit. She quickly bent to lick it off. Her lips strayed and kissed at the velvety head. Her mouth automatically opened to engulf the throbbing head.
"Oh, no, you don't. You can suck it all you want later, Maggie. Right now it wants inside that tight cunt of yours."
"Shit! It is big enough that it can go just about any where it wants to, John." She pushed him back against the wall of the hot tub and he sat down on the bench. She moved over to him and rose above his glaring cock. She shook her head and looked doubtful.
"Go on, honey, you'll see. Once you get my prick inside you you'll beg to be fucked forever."
"If I get it inside me."
She lowered herself onto the head, and it quickly lodged in the mouth of her cunt. "Shit!" She began to rotate on the stiff shaft of his cock, turned from side to side, and worked herself onto the thickness of his prick.
"Jesus, that's it, Maggie, keep going, you'll make it." His own hand held the rigid staff and worked it around in the yawning cunt. He moved it in tight circles and as she twisted her ass around she could feel the cock head inch up into her pussy. "God!" It was going to fit, it was, after all. She began to twist more rapidly, grinding her pussy onto his cock.
"My god, baby, careful or I'll cum right now." The pressure against her cunt was immense, and she, too, felt as though she might come if she didn't ease up.
"I can't get enough of it, John, not enough." She lowered herself slowly, gently, easing the prick head up her slick cunt. She could feel the flesh spread, stretch, expand until she thought surely she would rip apart, but still the meaty head pushed up into her hot cunt.
"Oh, honey, I think you'll get enough, more than enough, maybe," and she began to wonder if he wasn't right.
The farther up her cunt the monster cock climbed, the greater the pressure as it spread her pussy to the ripping point-beyond? "Ooooooh!" she cried, but she bit her lip and cut off the scream, determined to take the whole length and breadth of his cock or die trying.
"Shit, baby, your cunt it so tight, tightest cunt I've ever had. I don't believe this. God, I don't believe it."
"Your cock is the biggest, John, so big." She began to fuck up and down on his cock, and the more she did, the more it slid up into her screaming pussy with each thrust.
"That's it, Maggie, fuck that big son of a bitch, fuck the daylights out of him." He reached around and grabbed her ass. He controlled the tempo of her fucking and guided her movements with the twin levers of her ass. She could feel his hands pulling her cheeks apart, and the ripping sensation seemed to spread from her pussy all around her ass and up her back. Shit! would he really split her open?
"Fuck me, honey, yeah, fuck me ..." he chanted, working her up and down on his cock faster. The faster he worked her, the deeper his cock slipped up her cunt.
"Aaaaaaah," she sighed, pain and pleasure mingling in a strange mixture. She, too, had begun to move more rapidly.
"Now you're doing it, Maggie. Now you're fucking." He worked her ass up and down wildly. "Yeaaaaaaah," he sighed into her damp ear.
"Fuck! Oh, fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck!" she cried in a startled tone, for his cock had shot up into her cunt to the very end of her soft lining, blunt head battering the rear of her fuck hole like a ram.
"See, oh see, Maggie, I told you, baby, fuck me." He rammed his cock up at her now, lifting off the bench, fucking her instead of letting her fuck him.
She felt the powerful cock ream her out, smooth out every wrinkle in her cunt walls as it spread her pussy wider than she had ever dreamed it could be spread. "Aaaaah, fuck me, honey, fuck me," she sang into his ear, forgetting that he was her brother-in-law, forgetting that Tracy would not understand, couldn't understand, forgetting everything but the power of the hot cock that plowed into her screaming cunt.
"Do it, John, do it," she cried, riding the monster prick, balancing upon it like a tightrope walker dangerously near her come.
"I'm doing it, baby, don't you feel it, how we're doing it." "Fuck my hot cunt, cream in my aching pussy, lover, fill me with your hot come."
"I'm gonna pump a gallon up your fuck hole, baby."
"Yes, do it, fill me, I'm so full of your cock already, but fill me with your cum. I want your cum in me. God, I can't get enough. I want all of you." She fucked harder up and down his cock, fucked like she had never fucked before.
"Close, honey, come close," he mumbled into her wet ear.
"Yeah, babe, come for Maggie." She fucked against him as hard as she knew how, twisting her pussy around his cock with every ounce of strength she possessed.
"Ooooooh! Jesus! Motherfucker!" His head rolled around as if unhinged from his shoulders. He seemed to use her whole body to jack up and down on his enraged cock, the intensity so great that Maggie's brain seemed to fade like a light bulb about to blow.
"John, oh, John, I can't ... I don't think ..." Her head spun and she clutched at her neck and shoulders to keep herself from disappearing, she felt so light and airy.
She felt the first hot spurts of his cum shooting up her inflamed pussy, splashing against cunt walls with scalding pleasure that triggered her own come.
"Aaaaghhh," she moaned against him.
He pumped into her even more wildly than he had before, sending her clear up out of the water at the height of his thrust, water rushing over the edge of the hot tub and splashing on the concrete below.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned into his flesh as she bit at his shoulder in an attempt to keep mounted on his bucking prick.
The spasms ripped her, tore through her like nothing she had experienced before. As the charges began to fade, she felt her cunt relax around his cock and her body slide down it, impaled upon the instrument of the most intense pleasure she had ever known.
"John, oh John," she whispered happily.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You have heard of an open marriage, haven't you?" asked Tracy. "Well, ours is an open, family. John and I weren't married very long before I knew that I couldn't live without Kevin. John is the most understanding man in the world. Aren't you, darling," she called over to him. He stood beside the barbecue turning the hamburgers, thick, white smoke making his eyes water.
"Of course I am, sweetheart, whatever you say." He pushed the patties down with the spatula and the grease sizzled and caught fire as it fell through the grill.
"Don't burn them up." said Tracy.
"Have I ever?"
Maggie still couldn't believe the way it had all come about. Her guilt had forced her to tell Tracy, but Tracy had burst out laughing, telling her finally that it had all been expected, and that she would have been sorely disappointed if Maggie hadn't fucked both her son and her husband. After all, men were there to enjoy, and Maggie was there to enjoy herself.
"I think we can dispense with these," she finally said, pulling off the top to her bikini. The sun had almost set and the rosy glow cast Tracy's fair skin in a pinkish hue. Her large nipples stood erect and dark against the lighter circles out of which they sprouted and the even fairer skin of her huge tits. Though large, her tits sagged little for their size and fullness.
"Come on, Maggie. Loosen up. You're in California, now."
"How can I forget?"
Maggie slipped her own top off and watched Tracy pull down the bottoms of her own suit to reveal the thick blonde bush of her pussy, clothed in a fuzzy pink haze because of the setting sun.
Maggie thought her sister was beautiful, tall and thin, tits extremely large for her build, making them look even larger. Her narrow waist and thin hips gave her a willowy look that Maggie had always envied.
"You always were the slow-poke," said Tracy.
Maggie stood up and pulled off her own bottoms, aware that she was much smaller than Tracy, but in many respects fuller. Her tits were large for her size, and her narrow waist was balanced by full, curvaceous hips and lovely legs. Her own cunt was thick and black, a mysterious box full of surprise for any man worth her time. Standing there naked, she didn't feel the least bit funny. There wasn't anything to hide any longer.
After their dinner they lounged by the pool drinking Margaritas and talking. Tracy's fingers traced tickling lines up and down Maggie's legs, and John's hands massaged her tits, sending aching messages to her cunt.
"I remember when we were teenagers. We used to sleep together sometimes, and we would lie next to one another in a spoon, me behind. I would cup your tits and squeeze them, but you never said anything."
"I didn't know what to say," said Maggie, "What to do."
John had stripped after dinner and his cock grew up along his leg as Tracy talked.
"Know what I wanted to do back then?" she asked, her fingers running up over the hillock of her hip and skipping into the thicket of her pussy hair.
"No, what?"
"Eat out your tender young pussy. I used to dream about nibbling on your pussy lips and licking your clit until you screamed with pleasure." Her finger found the cleft in her cunt and ran playfully up and down without entering the slick passage itself.
"Why didn't you say anything, do anything?" Maggie raised up on one elbow, aware that the fingers around her pussy and those working her tits were accomplishing similar ends.
"I don't know. Didn't think you'd understand. Wouldn't want to. Who knows?"
Maggie knew that she wouldn't have wanted to then, wouldn't have really known whether she wanted to or not, but the years had erased many things.
"I want you to eat me, Tracy, eat out my pussy. Suck my cunt. Chew on my clit until I do scream." She spread her legs open for Tracy if she still wanted to.
"You mean that, baby?"
"What do you think?" she asked, spreading her pink pussy lips with her own fingers.
"God, honey, I've dreamed of this for so long. At last."
Tracy moved between her younger sister's legs and bent over the dark bush of her cunt. Her fingers spread the thick hair and her tongue darted out to push back the outer lips.
A jolt of electricity shot up her cunt as soon as Tracy's tongue touched the flesh of her pussy. The crackling charge sent a quake through her and she jumped, her pussy thrusting up into Tracy's face, forcing the extended tongue right up her cunt.
She felt John move around behind her. He sat with his legs stretched out around hers and her back leaning up against his chest. He moved his hands around her and each hand took a tit. She thrilled at the double duty her body would experience.
Tracy's tongue ran up and down the groove of her cunt, ran like a hot poker through the tender furrow of her cunt lips. Maggie could almost hear it sear the pink tissue as it slid along its burning path.
She bit her lip, and lolled her head against John's chest.
John's hands kneaded the tight flesh of her tits, mashed them against her rib cage and rolled the hard balls of her nipples against her. Her tits seemed alive to his touch, living on their own, removed from her, independent centers of pleasure that ached happily into themselves.
"John, John, god, milk my tits."
Tracy lifted her head, her mouth glazed by Maggie's juices. She licked her lips deliciously, and smiled at her sister. "Good?" she asked.
"God, Tracy, it's fantastic. Don't stop, baby, please don't stop. Eat my cunt, Tracy, suck me, suck my juice. I need you to eat me, honey, like you wanted to do when we were kids." She reached out and pulled Tracy's head back to her cunt, forced her face into her pussy and uttered a long sigh, "Aaaaaah."
"That's a girl, Tracy," said John. "Go down on your little sister. Get her all worked up for big John, honey."
"Fuck big John," said Tracy pulling her head back up. "I'm warming up this pussy for me. You warm up your own cunt." She fell upon Maggie's throbbing cunt and plunged her tongue in as far as it would go.
"Uuuuuuu!" grunted Maggie in surprise at the sudden deepness of the plunge.
Maggie felt Tracy's tongue curl around her clit and squeeze, unfurl and lick with quick, flickering movements that sent Maggie's pussy into ecstatic vibrations.
"Aaaaaah, my god, you've got a vibrator for a tongue, Sis. Aaaaah, shit, is that ever good. Shit, don't stop, don't ever stop."
Tracy's tongue slid down Maggie's cunt until it lapped up the juices that accumulated at the bottom and dribbled into her ass hole and down her crack.
"Oh, Jesus, shit!" yelled Maggie as she felt her tongue cleaning around her asshole, licking in hot circles, and finally drilling with an icy flame into the puckered hole itself. "Oh! Tracy! Oh, Tracy, my ass hole.... oh, do ... oh, yes, do it in my ass." And Tracy's tongue did just that, probing, pushing, darting in and out until it snuck through the tightness and eased up into the hot acrid center of Maggie's ass.
"Aaaahhhh," she cried, "fuck my ass, honey, tongue my asshole, Sis." Maggie doubled up and watched as Tracy's tongue fucked up into her tight, hot asshole, and sent such aching pleasure up her bowels that she thought she would come right then, but the pleasure flattened out and rode in long rippling eddies up and down the length of her ass.
Just as Maggie had settled into the rhythmic fucking of Tracy's tongue up her ass, she felt the busy thumb of her hand seeking out the swollen nub of her slit. Hardly had Tracy's thumb found its mark when Maggie's whole lower half seemed to cock itself and fire off the greatest come that she had ever experienced. Her cunt convulsed around the emptiness and her asshole erupted into multiple spasms that washed over her like searing waves rolling up from a burning ocean.
"Shit!" Maggie rode the wild sensations until they began to ebb, and then she fell against John's chest.
Before Tracy could catch her breath and wipe Maggie's juices from her mouth, Maggie was all over her, kissing off her own fuck juice from her sister's lips. "Ommm, good," she mumbled into Tracy's mouth. "Good sucking. Uuuuuu, that tongue up my ass."
Tracy returned Maggie's kisses and John smiled as the two sisters made up for wasted years. He hugged them both, had a tit of each sister and squeezed gently.
"Now you," said Maggie.
"You want to eat me, Maggie."
"God, do I ever. I just hope I do it as good as you. I've never done it with a woman before, though."
"You'll do fine, honey, believe me. You are a natural-all us Cartrights are, you know." They both smiled.
"What about the Reeds?" John asked, a mock pout on his lips.
"But of course."
Maggie eagerly pushed her sister down and bent between her legs. She brushed aside the thick blonde hair and found the gash of her cunt liberally streaming with cunt juice.
She looked up at her sister through the valley of her great, swollen tits, and bent to sample the hot, sticky slash of her cunt.
Her tongue hesitated just above the thick juice, but eventually eased into the flow. The bittersweet taste was not what she had expected. It was even pleasant. She lapped up the thickness and sucked it into her mouth. "My god," she said more to herself than to anyone else. She liked the taste of Tracy's cunt. Her tongue shot out and slurped up the rich flow, darted between the slick lips and fucked up into the depths of her sister's cunt.
"Fuck me, honey, fuck me with your tongue, baby," said Tracy. Her eyes were closed and she rolled her head from side to side there on the concrete beside the pool.
Maggie could feel the muscles in Tracy's legs and ass working as her pussy squeezed around her probing tongue. Her tongue moved rapidly, seeking first her sister's clit, and then plunging deep into the fuck hole itself. She hadn't yet worked up the courage to move down to her sister's ass, to try that puckered ring that had brought her so much pleasure.
"So good, baby," she said, lifting her head. "Baby, stick your finger up my ass, honey. I like it that way, baby, please do it for me. I'm close, honey, so close, just put your finger up my ass."
Maggie had never done that before either, but she was learning fast, and she would learn all there was to learn. She reached up and found the button of muscle, but she didn't see how she would penetrate all that tightness.
"Up my pussy!" commanded Tracy. "Put your finger up my pussy, then up my ass, do it, honey."
And Maggie did as she was told. She turned her middle finger around and around in her sister's cunt until it was well oiled, then she tried Tracy's asshole again. Her finger met initial resistance, but she rotated it and pushed gently until she felt it slip through the tension and up into the hot, softness of her sister's ass.
"Aaaah, shit, aaaaaah, baby, that's it, honey, oh, is that ever it. Now eat my cunt and finger fuck my ass, do them both, baby, because I'm gonna blow big. I can feel it building." Her head fell back and Maggie bent to her task, driving her quick tongue into the sweet cunt and her finger up that tight ass.
"So, so, good," her sister said. Her hips lifted off the concrete and shoved up into Maggie's face. She could feel the juices squirting as her face smashed into the thick wetness of her sister's pussy.
Maggie lashed at her sister's clit and fingered wildly into her asshole. She could feel the closeness of Tracy's coming, and she rushed on with all her energy and imagination.
"There, honey, oh, there," cried Tracy, fucking her sister's face like a wild woman, and squirting such thick quantities of fuck juice that it dribbled down Maggie's cheeks and chin.
Even after Tracy's spasms had leveled out and her hips no longer bucked up off the concrete, Maggie licked her tongue along the slit of her sister's cunt. She couldn't get enough of her sister's taste, of the feel of the slick, soft lining of her cunt, of the feeling that she could bring off a woman. She wanted more, more and still more. Tracy writhed beneath her fiery tongue.
"Oh, baby, no more, I can't stand anymore, oh, god, baby, you were so good." She lifted her head and looked at her. Even as she was holding her sister's head, John was moving around behind Maggie. His thick cock swung heavily from side to side, and even slapped across Maggie's ass as he crawled on his knees behind her.
"You just go on and enjoy your dinner, Maggie, I'm gonna get me a little pussy, if you don't mind."
She could feel his hands on her hips and then she felt his cock between her ass cheeks. In a blind moment of panic she visualized him trying to stick his cock up her ass. She swung her head around with an agonized look on her face, but already she could feel the head of his monster cock probing at the mouth of her pussy. She was juiced as hell, and unlike the time before, his large head eased into her cunt without a struggle. Beyond there, though, the going was not so easy, and she had to twist and turn, and he had to shove and pull, until he had planted his full, hot length up her cunt and she could feel his heavy balls brushing against the insides of her thighs.
"Jesus!" She shoved back against the heft of his cock. It felt like a two-by-four up her cunt, and she twisted her ass and increased the pressure upon both her pussy and his cock.
"Aaaaaah," he said, "I can't get over the tightness of your pussy, Maggie. You should be in here, Tracy, I swear, your sister must have the tightest pussy in existence."
"Yeah, I used to have a tight pussy, too, but living with you has refashioned it a little." She smiled up at him, obviously satisfied with how the alterations were brought about.
Maggie was oblivious to their talk, for her whole being was focused on the cock that fucked in and out of her cunt. The thick head lit fires along her pussy walls as it slid in and out, spreading wide the tender tissue until it ached with pleasure, relaxing with each withdrawal and singing with anticipation of the next thrust.
"Fuck me, John. I want to fuck until I can't fuck any more. Fuck the daylights out of me, honey." She bucked back against his increased thrusting, twisting, turning, binding the great cock that fucked her as nothing else had ever fucked her in her life.
"That's it, baby, fuck me back. Fuck me until I spit my spunk up the tight hotness of your fuck hole, honey." He increased his speed, increased his rhythm, increased the power with which he fucked her sweet pussy. Her mouth and nose nuzzled around in the wet pussy of her sister.
"I'm doing it, honey, fuckin' you right." He pulled his enormous cock out and slammed it home with a renewed vengeance. He fucked into her like a rampaging bull, plunged into her pussy until her body shuddered with the force of each thrust.
He pulled back and drove into her so hard that her elbows almost broke their lock and she staggered forward, but only for an instant, for she was bucking like a bronco.
Her body ripped with the muscular convulsions of her coming. She could feel the full heft of his cock knocking into her pussy, and sending out the cunt wringing sensations that gripped her entire body. She reached down and back to cup his balls in her hands, and squeeze them, balls like soft hen's eggs, fitting in the palm of each hand.
And then she could feel the blasting of his cock as it shot gusher after gusher of hot cum into her cunt.
His cock pumped overwhelming quantities of jism into her tight pussy, splashed it against the back of her pussy walls and filled her so full that it began gushing out between pussy lips and cock sides, gushing out of her cunt and down his balls and her inner thighs.
She twisted her ass and squeezed her cunt to drain off every ounce of spunk his cock could draw off his straining balls.
"Tight cunt, Maggie, sweet tight cunt," he said, shooting off the last few runners of his steaming load.
They continued to fuck out their run of pleasure, riding out the last dying ebb until the only thing left was echo of their vibrant climaxes. And still they fucked.
"Yes, fuck me, John, fuck me forever, never stop, never."
"I don't want to stop fucking you, Maggie. Let's fuck until there isn't any fuck left in us."
Even as they talked some subtle line in space and time had been crossed, for instead of riding the dying ebb of her come, she was building toward another.
She wiggled her ass against him, squeezed her pussy and marveled that he hadn't shrunk between his first come and the renewed race toward another.
"Gluttons," said Tracy, more to herself than to them, and her fingers fell to her own pussy and she began to fuck in unison with them.
"Oh, Tracy, let me," said Maggie, and she pushed Tracy's hand away and began to suck deeply upon her sister's cunt. The three of them worked toward the goal of their mutual coming, Maggie, the conductor that carried the current between Tracy and John. They fucked towards that swelling sensation that would soon engulf them, suck them up into its overpowering rapture.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Back in her room Maggie tossed and turned happily in her bed, recurrent images of Tracy and John filling her sleep. She lingered there between sleep and waking, full of her sister and brother-in-law, her pussy still tingling, her tits still throbbing, the connecting line between them taut and singing.
She had managed to push out of her mind all the confusion, all the doubts, all the guilt, and now she reveled in the pulsing sensations that radiated up from her cunt. She lay on her side with her hand tucked between her legs, fingers walking slowly through the thicket of her cunt hair. She remembered Tracy's fingers, and John's-and farther back she remembered Kevin's. Kevin's image swirled in on her, and she shuddered at the possibility of being with them all. Her cunt jumped with twittering anticipation.
And just as her body had begun to relax, the sensations finally dying to the softness of fond memories, she was aware that the fingers that toyed with her cunt were not her own.
"Huh," she said dreamily, sleep still holding her lightly in its grasp. "What, who?"
She tried to focus her eyes in the dim light, but the hump beneath the covers was out of sight.
She could feel wet kisses up the insides of her thighs, a hot tongue running along the crevice of her thigh and the swell of her ass cheek.
"Tracy?" She began to clear her head. The giggle told her that it wasn't her sister.
"So you and Mom have finally gotten together," said Kevin from under the blanket.
"Kevin! What the fuck?"
"You guessed it, Aunt Maggie. I need a fuck."
"You are unbelievable, Kevin. I thought-I don't know what I thought." She pushed the blanket down and pulled his naked body against her. She had gone to bed nude, for the first time in her life, still locked in the memory of her fucking bout with Tracy and John, and now she was glad that she had.
She could feel Kevin's hard cock against her belly as she clutched him to her, crushed his chest against her full, firm tits.
"I guess it had to be, you know. I was just dreaming about fucking you, kind of." She kissed him and sunk her tongue deep into his mouth, ran it around his teeth, and fluttered it against his own. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and nibbled at it with her teeth.
"You sure you were dreaming?" he asked pulling away from her sucking mouth.
"Not any more," she said smiling at him in the weak light that passed through her shade.
"Good," said Kevin, beginning to jack off his long, hard prick. "I've had this thing half the night just thinking about you."
"Let me have it," she said. She reached out and took his cock in both her hands, one on top of the other, and began to jerk him off slowly. She was aware that he was almost as long as his father, but not nearly as thick. But it was still a lovely cock, and she bent to suck the head into her hot mouth. She rubbed her tongue around the velvet-smooth end, back and forth on the very tip.
"Aaaaah, that feels so good," he said, lying back so that she could crawl up between his spread legs. She bent to her task and jerked him and sucked on the throbbing knob of his cock as the same time.
"Love your fuckin' mouth, Maggie, such a good mouth. Fuck me with your mouth, Auntie, fuck me with that hot wild mouth of yours."
"I'm fucking you, baby. I want to fuck your cock with my dripping mouth and suck your cum, Kev, suck your cum up from your big balls, suck your spunk through your cock like a straw-yeah," she said, licking the round head. She sucked up as much cock as she could in one. slurping swoop, felt it bang against the back of her throat, and tried to force it farther.
"Gimme head, Maggie." He raised up and reached around and under her to grab hold of her tits, worked them with his strong fingers, and sent powerful sensations flooding through Maggie's body.
"Mmmmmm," she said, encouraging him to knead her tits.
He responded by squeezing harder, fingers seeking and finding the taut nipples, rolling their firmness around and around.
"Suck me, honey, yeah, suck the cum out of my balls. Fuck my cock with that wet, wild mouth." He pinched the nipples of her tits between his thumb and forefinger, pinched until Maggie felt the pleasure begin to scream with pain, but she wanted him to do it harder.
"Gggggggod, oh, god, yes, yes ... yes .. . yes," she said almost incoherently, saliva dribbling from the corners of her mouth, tongue hanging to one side, her eyes rolling. She returned to his cock and bit at the spongy end with her teeth, chewed gently at the meaty cock head until she felt even greater pain shoot out from her nipples like electrical charges.
She squeezed with both hands, sucked as hard as she could and bobbed her head up and down as his slick cock slid in and out of her mouth like a great piston. She held her lips tightly together and forced his cock head in and out, faster and faster.
"Now!" he cried, "Oh, now! Now! Now!" She felt the first hot spurts of his come shoot into her mouth and splash against the back of her throat. She felt the contractions of his prick in her hands, the convulsive spasms of his spunk forcing up through the tube in his cock.
He pumped into her mouth, fucked into her with utter abandon, feeling his cock head smash against teeth, mouth roof, throat, but his coming seemed to have blocked out everything but the hot gushes that erupted from his thrusting cock.
"Mmmmm, mmmm, mmmmm," Maggie said, but his cock was too firmly lodged in her mouth and throat for her words to take form. She wanted to tell him that she was about to come, even though her pussy was empty, unfilled.
But before she could reach the threshold, Kevin's final squirting filled her mouth and he fell back onto the sheets, his long cock glistening in the pale, white light cast by the street light, coated with his own cum.
"Aaaaaaah, Maggie, what head." A satisfied smile spread across his face and he reached down and cupped his balls, squeezed them. "I been saving that up all nighty Maggie."
Maggie had begun to fall from the high place up beside her coming, and fell faster now as he talked. She wanted him, needed him to help her back up.
"Kevin, I need you. I need you to-" "Shit, Maggie, I was so much into me, I forgot about you." He reached out his hand and stuck a finger up her sopping pussy. "Jesus, I guess you are ready, aren't you." His finger gushed in the thick wetness of her cunt, and they both smiled at the happy sound.
Kevin snuck another finger up her cunt and began to fuck rapidly into her pussy, lifting her higher and higher, pulling her back up to the height where she had seen her own climax just a few minutes before.
She spread her legs wide and pulled at his wrist. He responded by slipping another finger up her cunt. She could feel the small river of her juices running down between her legs, between her ass crack, dribbling around her asshole and setting her whole bottom on fire.
"Yes, yes, aaah, yes," she sighed as his hand pumped into the wet pussy between her legs with a wet, sucking sound, slushing against the slick lips of her cunt.
He pulled his hand away.
"No! Oh, no! Don't stop, baby." She clutched at his wrist, but he pulled away. "Oh, make me come, bring me off, please, get me there!"
"What do you think I'm doing," he said, moving between her legs.
And then she saw that his young cock was raring straight and stiff, angling up at her with a slight, quivering bow in it.
"Oh, you beautiful baby. Come to auntie," she said, pulling at his cock, guiding it down to her flaming fuck hole.
She tucked the knob into her cunt and then felt the full length of Kevin's cock slide up her cunt. "Ooooooh, yes, that's it, oh, that's so good," and she began to fuck up to meet his already demanding thrusts. "He pulled up her legs and hooked them behind the knee in the crook of his elbows.
"Oh, Jesus, oh, Jesus fuck!" She couldn't believe the pleasure that his long cock gave her pussy. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me like mad."
"Take it, take it all!" He rammed the length of it up her cunt. The head of it slammed into her tender cunt wall, and he slammed into her again, and again.
And Maggie thought she would go crazy as she climbed his thrusting cock to the high point of her coming. She thought her pussy could come apart with the force of his fucking.
But the pain was only a part of it.
"Yeah, oh yeah, baby, now you're close, coming closer." She could feel the pleasure gobbling up the pain as it flashed out from her cunt walls, swallowing up everything in its path.
Just over the crest of the next thrust she knew she would find it, and she pushed harder, squeezed his cock with every muscle her cunt had, and threw herself off into the emptiness of her orgasm.
"Eeeeiiiii," she cried as she fell into the broiling chaos of her coming. Her scream died away as she slipped into the hot ocean of coming. And for a time Maggie Cartright ceased to be.
CHAPTER NINE
"Hi, Allan. Glad to meet you," said Maggie.
"Allan is a friend from college, Maggie, and he'll be here for a few days. We're off to the beach, want to come along?" asked Kevin.
She looked slyly at him. "I don't think so, not today, Kev. Maybe some other time." She stood in the kitchen helping Tracy with the breakfast dishes.
"Go on if you want, Maggie. I have scads to do and there really isn't anything to keep you back."
"Hey, it would be great having such a good-looking aunt along," Allan joked. "All my aunts are about ninety and wasted away to nothing." He cast an appreciative glance up and down Maggie's body. She wore a halter top that revealed her large, tight tits, and white shorts that displayed the cleft of her pussy mound.
He was nice looking, taller than Kevin, with a swimmer's body. His long hair was soft and rich, blond from hours in the sun.
"No, I don't think so, Kevin." She gave him a suggestive smile.
He laughed. "Hey, it's not the same place. We're driving up the coast to a place I know. There shouldn't be another soul around for miles. I'd really like for you to come if you want to. So would Allan, wouldn't you?" he said turning to his friend and punching him lightly in the arm.
"Hell yes. I think I'll sign the papers to become your adopted nephew." The look in his eye made Maggie wonder if Kevin had been talking to Allan about family matters.
"Well, if it really isn't-" "No, it's not." His broad smile was a little unsettling.
"Sure you don't mind, Tracy. I'd be glad to stay around the house and pick up or whatever."
"No, go on and have fun." She gave her sister a hug and Maggie went up to put on her bathing suit.
* * *
Kevin had been right. The beach, once they managed to get down to it from the cliff above, was deserted for as far as she could see. The blue sky melded with the blue-green water on the horizon and a handful of puffy, white clouds hung just above the fuzzy line to the north. The ocean was calm, and lazy waves rolled up the beach and broke with a muffled thud and a drawn-out hiss as the foamy water rushed up the wet sand.
"Satisfied?" asked Kevin.
"Fantastic," she said, putting her arm around his waist. He draped his arm over her shoulder and his hand brushed lightly against the top of her right tit. Even with Allan standing beside them, she liked the feel and put her hand on top of his and pressed lightly. He winked at her and led her up the beach.
They spread out their blankets on a sandy run that backed up against a hollow in the rocky cliff. Even though there was no one else around, they had even more privacy.
Allan had lugged a vinyl cooler bag full of beer, and she discovered later, a bottle of white wine for her. They swam and sunned, and as the sun climbed into the sky, they were absorbed slowly into the beauty of the day.
"I don't know about you," said Kevin abruptly, "but I don't want to get an uneven tan." He stood up and pulled down his trunks. His long cock was shriveled and wrinkled from the water and the chill it produced. He pulled it out of the matted hair, and extended it as far as it would go before letting it snap back almost like a rubber band.
"Maggie doesn't mind?" asked Allan.
"Hey, Maggie is one swell aunt, I told you.
Cool as they come. Right, Maggie?" he chucked her under the chin and smiled.
"What ever you say, Kevin. You seem to be in control of most things."
"Right you are, auntie, right you are." She sat cross-legged across from him and her eyes ate up his cock in its field of soft cock hair.
"Why not," said Allan and got up to take off his trunks.
Maggie watched him and was surprised that his cock was so fat, a thick white stub of a thing that sprouted out of dark brown hair.
"Deceptive," said Kevin, as if reading her mind. A gift he seemed to have.
"I don't know what you-" Her words trailed off when she saw the look in his eye. He knew that she knew.
"You should see it hard."
Maggie had not changed so much that she didn't blush scarlet with Kevin's words. Allan just shrugged and sat back down on the blanket.
Kevin got them all something to drink. Beer for him and Allan, wine for Maggie. He had brought along a plastic glass with a bottom that detached. She sipped her wine and they guzzled their beer.
What the fuck, she said to herself as the cold wine slid down her throat and warmed her stomach. There wasn't anyone around for miles, and she was comfortable with Kevin. God, what difference could Allan make. Besides, she felt funny sitting there with her suit on between the two nude boys.
"Undo me," she said to Kevin as she turned her back to him.
"All right!" he said. His fingers quickly undid the bow. and unclasped the hook.
Maggie's top fell away and Allan's face lit up as he saw the large, firm tits jiggling free and unfettered. Her nipples were hard and pink, jutting out from her cone-like tits, as though offering themselves for some eager mouth to suck open.
"Jesus, Kevin, you said she was a looker, but I had no idea. God, Maggie, you got great tits. So big!"
"Glad you like them, Allan." She stood up and hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her bottoms and slid them down slowly, watching Allan's eyes as she exposed the thick patch of pussy hair. His eyes grew wide and his mouth gaped.
"Some aunt, huh?" said Kevin.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ!" Allan sat dumbfounded, his prick stirring in its field of soft, brown hair.
"And you didn't believe your good buddy Kevin." He turned up his beer and swallowed the dregs of his can.
"I mean, shit, man, would you have believed me if I had told you the same thing?"
"Who knows," said Kevin.
The sun grew warmer and they drank more. The wine began to soften up the landscape for Maggie, and she felt herself oozing into her surroundings.
"Know how the prince drank from the glass slipper, or something? Well, I want to drink from something of yours, Aunt Maggie."
She looked around. "What have I got to drink from?"
"You're sitting on it, babe."
She raised up her right ass cheek and felt under her and then the left. Looking questioningly at him, she said, "You have already had too much to drink."
"Never. I want to drink my beer out of your cunt, Maggie."
Her mouth dropped open and she soon doubled over with laughter.
"No, don't laugh at me. I really do. I want to be your knight in tarnished armor and sip beer out of your pussy."
"You're crazy, Kevin."
"Maybe he's crazy, but that I want to see," said Allan.
"Come on, Maggie, just a sip of beer out of your pussy and I'll be your slave for life. "You're absolutely nuts." Nobody was going to drink beer out of her cunt, not even Kevin. But the more she thought about it, the funnier it became. Shit! Why not? What was the harm!
"Maggie, for good old Kevin, your devoted nephew, lackey, slave." He pleaded with her on one bent knee. She could see that his cock had grown to more its normal length. The head still looked like a purple, shriveled prune, though. That too made her laugh.
"Don't laugh at my plight, Aunt Maggie. 1 must have beer from your cunt," and having said it, he snatched at her legs before she could even give her approval for the plan.
"Ooooh!" she cried. "Don't! Kevin, please," she now begged, but he was well on his way.
"Help me, Allan, this squirming bitch is more than I can handle." He fought with her writhing legs. He tried to pull her legs and hips up off the blanket and bow her back. Allen grabbed her around the hips and held her with just her shoulders touching the blanket.
"Oh, damn you! Damn you, Kevin Reed. "I'll never!" She caught herself. She didn't want to to share any more of the family secret than Kevin had already shared with Allan.
"Stop struggling, cunt. How will I ever get my beer up your cunt." His fingers worked at her pussy lips and tried to part them. He held a can of beer just above her cunt, and as she twisted and squirmed she felt the cold beer splash onto her hot skin, icy-hot drops that sent her cunt into quivering expectation.
She stopped her wiggling and the two boys hauled her hips up so that Kevin had a clearer shot at her cunt.
Kevin spread her cuntlips with his thumb and forefinger. He turned the beer can with his other hand and Maggie could see the bright, sunny brew spill over the lip of the can and splash into her cunt.
"Fuck!" she yelled. The cold beer felt like an explosion as it hit her hot, slick cunt flesh. "Jesus, that's cold, Kevin."
"Easy, Maggie, almost done, easy. Don't spill my drink, now." He tossed the half full beer can away and bent his head over her cunt. His tongue darted out and lapped up the beer that collected in the nooks and crevices of her cunt mouth, and then he fastened his lips to her pussy and began to lower her hips.
"Oh, my god," said Maggie, a look of amazement spreading across her face. She could feel the beer running out her cunt and gurgling into Kevin's sucking mouth.
"I don't believe it, I fuckin' don't believe it," said Allen, still holding her hips and one leg.
From her awkward angle Maggie could see that Kevin had been right about Allan, too. She watched as his cock grew, inches beyond its stubby apparent size, enormous in its bulk.
"Aaaah, fuck, yes, fuck everything," she said in amazement to herself, for she wanted that thick cock up her cunt.
"Aaaaaaaaaah," said Kevin, licking his lips after he had lowered her to the blanket. "Now that was a man's drink." They all laughed, even Maggie. Her chilled cunt felt strangely numb, cold and hot with the same intensity at the same time. But as she looked at Allen's fully erect cock she knew what would set it straight and knock the chill.
"Allan, do you want to fuck me?" She raised up her hand. "Would you like to screw this old auntie while Kevin watches?"
"Would I? Shit! I can hardly wait." His hand dropped to his cock and he jerked at its thickness until a large bead of cum juice swelled out of the pee slit. He continued jacking off his cock until the bead fell like a ball of liquid fire in the afternoon sun and dropped into the soft hair between her belly and cunt. Her finger rubbed the clear liquid into her skin, and she spread her legs so that he could get between them.
"God almighty, who would believe-" he shook his head and pushed down on his thick cock.
Allan's cock wasn't nearly as long as Kevin's, but it was much, much thicker. She could feel the massive size of it as he pushed the blunt head against the mouth of her pussy.
"Oooh! Allan, what a cock, what a big cock. Fuck me with your giant cock, honey, let Kevin watch you fuck his auntie with your big cock." She twisted her hips and squirmed her ass around, trying to make room for the thickness of his cock. The head seemed to stick in her mouth.
"Maggie, oh, Maggie," the boy said over and over. He forced his prick deeper into her cunt.
She thought he would tear her cunt apart with the size of his cock, but the farther he got inside, the easier it seemed to go.
"Yeah, that's it, honey, fuck into Maggie, put that sweet cock up my cunt, baby, oooooh, do it to me, hon." She felt her pussy expand and his cunt-ripping cock ease up farther and farther. She raised up and reached for Kevin's lengthy cock. He still stood on his knees, his cock bowing up before her. "Move over, baby, so I can get my hands on that prick of yours."
Kevin crawled over on his knees and pushed down on his long cock so she could reach it. She took it and pulled it toward her, rubbed it against her tits, across her cheek, laid it across her lips and licked at the underside beneath the head with her tongue.
"Tight cunt, Maggie, such a tight cunt," said Allan, shoving in the last inches of his cock so that his balls hung heavy against her ass.
"Tight for you, Allan, just for you, now fuck that tight hole and fill me with your sweet cum."
She had never talked like this, but she wanted to say it all, feel it all. She wanted everything. She cried out, throwing her head from side to side, her mouth still brushing against Kevin's cock.
"Yeah, baby, fuck it," said Allan, beginning to drive the tremendous heft of his cock into her tight cunt. "Do it, bitch, fuck my cock, take it up your pussy and fuck it." He pumped wildly, thrusting with all the energy his hips and legs could muster.
"Take my cock in your mouth, Maggie," said Kevin, bending over her, knees on one side of her head, elbows on the other.
She pulled his angling prick down near her lips and sucked in his head. She nibbled the head and licked around the end like an ice cream cone.
"Suck me, Maggie, suck my cock."
"Take all my cock, you bitch," yelled Allan, "take this hot rod and suck it up your pussy." He fucked her with vicious, short strokes that sent shudders that jarred her teeth against Kevin's cock.
"Mmmmm," she tried to say.
"Suck my cock with that hot mouth, Auntie, suck it for all your worth."
She felt Kevin begin to fuck down into her open mouth. She held her lips together so that his cock would have to press against them to enter.
"Yeah, that's it, baby, let me fuck your mouth." His long cock fucked into her with quick, short thrusts, and she jacked him off above her. His balls hung heavy down around her hand as she jerked at the loose skin surrounding his prick.
"Yeah, baby, yeah, do it to me, do it good." Kevin fucked with longer strokes, and she felt his head bob and knock against the back of her throat. She fought back the gagging sensation, and tried to relax-she knew that was the key, but she didn't know if she could do it. He was so long, and she had never done it before, but she didn't want to disappoint him. Really wanted him to fuck her throat, deep throating was what she wanted to do for him.
"Maggie, oh, shit! Maggie!" She felt his excitement as he became aware of what she was doing. He didn't wait for her to signal, but began thrusting deeper into her throat, deeper and faster.
"Aaaaggghhhhhh," she fought the cock down her throat, down and down, until she felt it brush her tonsils. She couldn't believe that she was doing it. The gagging sensation had eased and as long as she remembered to breath out of her nose, she was fine.
"God, everlovin' god, Maggie, you've got it in," and then he began to fuck her mouth and throat with long, slow strokes.
She could feel his head slide across her tongue and beneath the soft roof of her mouth, against the back of her throat and then begin its tight, constricted descent.
She had relaxed enough to feel the twin thrustings of each boy as he plowed into his own private fuck hole. They fucked in unison, steady rhythmic fucking that sent Maggie deep into herself, reaching down to the very core of her being in search of still a greater sensation. And as they fucked, she knew that she would find it, it was almost within her grasp.
"Aaagghhaa," she whimpered up Kevin's long cock, begging to be fucked wilder, deeper.
But both boys seemed to understand without hearing her words, for they thrust into her, crammed their cocks into her mouth and cunt with such force that her coming was only a matter of seconds away.
"Agha, agha," she cried. Deep in the pit of her stomach something wound too tight and sprung and the sharp shards ripped her as they exploded with blinding force.
"Come, Maggie, yeah, come like a wild woman." And she did, bucking and grunting, her body bouncing up off the blanket, suspended by the two thrusting cocks.
Wave after wave of pleasure washed out from the center of her and she rode every wave until it spent itself.
Just as she was about to regain her senses, she felt the massive explosions as both Kevin's and Allan's cocks shot their loads into her pulsating body. The hot cum gushed into her and she thrilled at the idea of being filled from both ends, pumped full of their thick fuck juice, filled fuller of cock than she had ever been. She tried to open her cunt and throat wider, not wanting to lose any of it, wanting to take in their cocks as far as they would go.
"Aaaggghhh! Take my cock and suck it up into your pussy," Allan cried. Maggie thought maybe the force of his fucking just might do that. At that moment, he came and he began to slump against her, his thick cock still planted deep into her pussy and twitching away.
"Suck my load down your throat, Maggie, take it, honey, suck it down." Kevin's cock pumped gushes of hot cum into her, filled her throat and belly with his scalding load.
When the last squirt forced its way down her throat, he, too, crumpled over her, his cock clogging her mouth so that she had to turn her head slightly to breathe. Shit, she had never been so thoroughly fucked in her life, and she lay there basking in the pleasure as the two young cocks began to soften in their tight passages.
CHAPTER TEN
Maggie stood between the two tanned bodies. Her cunt dripped great gobs of Allan's cum and it dribbled down her inner thighs. The black bush of her pussy was thick with the glistening accumulation of her fuck juice and Allan's jism. She had already licked her lips clean of Kevin's cum.
"I think I could use a swim. What about you two?"
"Give us a minute, Maggie. Shit, where do you get your energy?"
A few days ago she had none, but now she seemed full of it. She had no idea.
"I'll see you in a bit, then." She turned and jogged down to the water's edge. Her tits jiggled in tight, little circles and her ass did nothing more than suggest the image of tight working muscles beneath the round, smooth, skin. The boys watched her run toward the water, and they both uttered soft whistles under their breath.
The water felt good and Maggie ran the water up her cunt to wash out the load that Allan had shot up her pussy. She smiled at the thought of all that cum. She had had more cum in her in the last few days than in all the time she had spent with Bill. He had been a dribbler. When he came, it oozed out the end of his prick and dribbled down his big cock. Maggie didn't know it could look any other way. She hugged her tits in the chill water and thanked her lucky stars that she had come to visit Tracy and get her head together.
She sat with her legs spread toward the waves and they washed up around her, shooting their chilly fingers of foam up between her legs. It felt good and cleansing.
Allan came up beside her. "Getting fucked by the ocean, huh?" He sat down beside her and spread his own legs to meet the oncoming tide.
"You might say that. It feels good."
A wave broke and sent long runners of thin-sheeted water that broke in the vee between his legs, pummeling his balls and jangling his cock.
"You're right."
"Where's Kevin?" she asked looking back over her shoulder, seeing nothing but the distant, red square of their blanket.
"Went to take a leak. Won't I do?"
"You'll do fine, Allan. You'll more than do, honey. That was a great fuck. I loved your cock up my cunt."
She reached over and squeezed his prick. He reached over and squeezed her right tit. The water washed up against them and sent spray flying around them.
"Ooooh!" said Maggie. "Tide's coming up, I guess."
"That's not all," he said, as his cock began to swell in her hand. She pulled at it, and felt it grow even more.
"Well, I guess you weren't out of energy after all."
"Not when you are around."
He got up on his knees and turned her toward him. She, too, got on her knees, and his cock stuck up like a thick, short club between their bellies. He pulled her to him and kissed her mouth, ran his tongue around her lips, between her teeth and as deep as he could.
"God, you taste good, Maggie."
She kissed him back, probing with her own tongue, feeling the cock between them. Her tits flattened against her rib cage and her nipples felt like burning embers as they crushed against his own, muscular chest. The chilly waves broke around them, and he laughed into her mouth.
"I want to fuck you some more, Maggie."
"Do," she said, "fuck me all you want. Fuck me till you can't any more, okay."
"Oh, shit, yes," he said.
He remained on his knees but helped her up.
"Sit on my cock, Maggie, sit on it right here in the water, baby. Let's fuck while the waves are rolling in on top of us."
She moved against him and spread her legs so that his cock would meet her pussy mouth.
"A little lower," he said, straining to push the head of his cock up her cunt.
"I can't," she said. Her legs were bent awkwardly and she clung to his neck to keep from falling. "I-" Just as she was about to confess the impossibility of his wishes, she felt his cock head enter her cunt, and she slid slowly down around the thick shaft. , "Oh, Jesus; Allan, oh, Jesus." She locked her hands around his neck and settled her thighs against his. His knees were bent slightly to accommodate her.
Allan held her by the ass, a cheek in each hand, and began to move her up and down on his cock.
"Allan, that's good, honey, shit, but that's good."
"Great," he said into her soft neck. He moved her farther up on his prick and let her weight pull her down onto his straining rod. "God, I love it when you fuck my hot cock."
"Uuuuuuuuu, baby, that's good cock, and you know it. I want it up my cunt, honey, filling up my cunt."
"I'm filling it, Maggie, oh, I'm filling it." "Yes, baby, fuck the shit out of my pussy, I need the shit fucked out of my cunt." She tried to help by pushing off with her toes against the wet sand. She raised as far as she could as he lifted her ass, his fingers digging into her crack, one sliding into her asshole as he did so.
"Ooooh," she said, surprised at the sensation the finger had produced. She remembered Tracy's tongue up her ass and it all fell into place again.
"My asshole, Allan, your finger up my ass." But he must have misunderstood, for he quickly pulled the finger away.
"No, baby, oh, no baby, stick it up my ass. Do it, honey, I want your finger up my tight asshole."
"Maggie, oh my god, Maggie." He quickly replaced his finger and worked it with renewed energy into her tight-ringed ass. It slid up to the first knuckle, and he began to fuck against the motion of his cock thrusting up into her cunt.
She could feel his finger up her ass and his cock up her cunt, and more exciting, she could feel them almost rubbing together, separated only by a thin tissue of lining that marked off cunt channel from ass passage.
"Well!" cried Kevin in mock alarm. "I leave my aunt alone on the beach to take a piss and what do I find. My best friend quietly banging the hell out of her." He stood there shaking his head as the two fucked awkwardly on the beach as a wave crashed into them, sending spray and foam splattering over all three.
"Oh, Kevin, it's so good, aaah, so good. Good friend," she insisted. "Allan is a good friend to fuck your auntie."
"Well, there had better be room for good old Kevin or he won't be so happy with best friend Allan."
"Plenty of room for you, baby, always room for my Kevin."
Another wave crashed into them and sent them toppling onto the sand. Allan fell backward and Maggie fell on top of him but they didn't miss a stroke.
"Well done," said Kevin.
"Shut up, Kevin, can't you see I'm busy."
"Yeah, I gather that."
Maggie sat up on Allan's hips and fucked up and down. She was now in control, and she humped up and down on his thick cock. She twisted and squirmed until she had the large thing in such a bind that Allan began to wince in pain.
"God, Maggie, don't break it off." "Never," she said, and rode up and down on his thrusting cock even harder.
"Oooo . . . ooooo," yelled Allan, "you are gonna kill me, Maggie." Even if he was in pain, it didn't slow down his short thrusting motions as he fucked up into her pussy on her downward movement.
Kevin straddled Allan's upper body, and thrust his cock out toward Maggie's mouth. "Why do I always get this hole?"
"You don't like it?"
"Shit! I like it, I just wondered why your favorite nephew always ends up fucking you in the mouth." He held his rock-hard cock out for her to suck, but she didn't open her mouth.
Her mind seemed to open up and an insane idea form itself. She shook her head.
"You don't want to eat my cock?" Kevin asked, a disappointed look coming over his face.
"Not that, Kev, I just had a wild idea I dismissed." "What idea?"
"No, it was too bizarre, honey." Throwing her head back, she fucked harder up and down on Allan's hard cock.
"Nothing's too bizarre, Maggie, tell me."
She felt a wave of panic wash over her, and then she controlled it. If the finger felt so good up her ass, why not?
"Fuck me in the ass," she said hesitantly, "fuck me in the ass, baby, but be gentle."
"Wow! You got to be kidding, Maggie. God, I can't believe it. My fantasy is to fuck somebody's asshole, and here you are asking for it. You asked for it, you got it."
His cock was springing like a wound steel band, just waiting to be set off.
"Just do it and shut up, you two. I feel like I'm eavesdropping instead of fucking."
"Well, hurry up before I chicken out, lover."
She leaned down upon Allan's chest and stuck her ass up in the air. Kevin moved around behind her and knelt between the two pairs of legs. He could see Allan's thick cock fucking up into his aunt, and the thick juice run down onto his hairy balls. - "Hey, what the fuck?" said Allan.
"Shut up and fuck," said Kevin. "I'm just oiling up before I take the plunge."
Maggie felt the two heads working around the mouth of her cunt, and felt the smaller head of Kevin's cock move in small circles as he greased it up with her own fuck juice.
"Feels kind of good, you know, Allan, your cock sliding up against mine that way. Sexy as hell."
"Hurry up, Kevin. You're not supposed to be fucking Allan, you're supposed to be fucking my ass, baby, now move it."
"Impatient cunt, isn't she," he said to Allan. "We'll see how she likes it in a minute." He thrust his cock deep into her pussy with a quick stroke, dislodging Allan, but just as quickly he was out and Allan back in place.
Maggie felt his wet fingers probe at her puckered asshole, push, and then a finger slide in, up past the first knuckle.
"Aaaaah, Jesus Christ, that's what I want, aaaaaah, honey, hurry, fuck me in the ass."
Kevin fucked his finger in and out of her ass and ran it around to loosen her hole. He quickly slid another finger up her and expanded the slick tightness even more.
"Uuuuuuuh, shit! Fuck! That's what I want. Now! Do it now! Kevin, NOW!"
Kevin stuck his cock head up against her ass and began a steady push against the tight asshole. He grabbed her around the waist and shoved his cock against the tight ring and Maggie felt it begin to give, the muscle begin to relax, even though she was tensed with pain. Her ass seemed to know how it had to be done, even if she didn't.
"Yeah, oh yeah," she said, feeling the head expand her asshole, stretch it beyond belief, the pain balanced out by an equal weight of pleasure. "Fuck my ass! Fuck me in the ass, baby," she cried.
"Do it," said Allan below them.
"I'm doing it," said Kevin, "Oh, Jesus Christ, I'm doing it."
Maggie bit back the scream that welled up from her throat as Kevin's long, hard cock eased up her ass, the head burrowing into the soft, hot flesh, and the heft of his cock right behind. Her finger clawed into the wet sand, and her teeth drew blood from her lower lip. She couldn't stand it. She had been wrong. The pain was too intense.
"Kevin!" she cried. "Stop! Mother of God, stop it!"
But Kevin seemed beyond her words, for his cock continued its ascent, plowing deeper and deeper up her ass until it felt like a glowing poker searing her insides.
"Fuck, Kevin, Jesus, fuck, I can feel you, brother, shit! I feel like your cock is right next to mine. God, oh god, gonna come, Kevin, gonna come Maggie."
Maggie felt his body convulse, and his cock begin to shoot off his load, pumping the hot jism up into her pussy. But it was as if it was happening to someone else, someone far away, for her mind was focused upon the thick, plunging hunk of cock meat that ripped apart her asshole, tore her in half as it fucked into her inner most depths.
"Don't, Kevin, please stop, honey, hurts, so bad." But he was lost to her. He had settled down to rhythmic thrusts up her ass and she at least could control the pain, control it to a degree, for she seemed unable to control anything.
And just as she gave up, she experienced a new sensation. The pain evaporated and in its place began to - fall the rain of her own pleasure, as a mist at first, but then harder, until it was drumming into her, pounding against her.
"Ooooooh, shit, baby!" She clutched the sand with renewed vigor, but for different reasons. "God, oh god, it's good, Kevin, fuck me, honey, it's so good, so good up my ass. But it wasn't pain, it was all pleasure now, and she fucked back against him, felt Allan's cock still pumping into her long after he had shot his wad, but still fucking.
"Can't hold on long, Maggie, come soon, come big."
"Yes, honey, come soon, come big. Both together, come.".
And as the three of them fucked wildly in the surf, and just as Maggie felt the thrill of her come about to sweep down upon her, a great wave came crashing upon the beach and swallowed them up with a mighty roar. The suddenness of the wave, its chill, the moment, it all combined to trigger a mutual coming that wracked all three bodies with such deep shuddering contractions that they clutched at one another and simply held on and cried out their pleasure as their orgasms merged.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tracy and John wanted to give Maggie a party to celebrate her new life, but she wanted only a few friends. Since Kevin's old girl friend was in town and Allan was still staying with them, they invited Stacy to balance out the evening.
After a buffet of cold roast beef and sliced turkey, they all settled down into the family room and turned on the stereo.
"You sure you won't stay longer, Maggie. We were all just getting used to having you," John said. His eyes lit up when he caught the double meaning of the word. Maggie and Tracy laughed along with him.
The three young people sat in the far end of the room closer to the stereo, and Stacy and Allan seemed to enjoy touching one another in more than friendly ways.
"Why don't you three dance or something. I can see Stacy's motor running wild as it is."
"Yeah, come on you two." She got up and held out her hand to Allan. "Let's see if you move as good as you look."
"Don't you know anyone but foxes?" he asked Kevin getting up. "Who could refuse this piece."
They began dancing to the music on the stereo. Stacy wore a short skirt and a knit top without a bra, and as she jerked and snapped around, her tits lunged this way and that under her thin top.
"Now, you're cooking," said John, paying attention to them for the first time that evening. "Shake it, Stacy, but don't break it."
"They don't break, Mr. Reed," she said smiling.
"I can see, honey, I can see."
"Why don't the grownups dance, too?" she asked as she gave an exaggerated thrust of her hips and shook her tits at John.
"You keep that up and I might be out there before you know it."
"I'll be here," she teased.
"Go on, you two dance," said Tracy.
"Hey, I'm not up to that kind of motion," he said.
"Why don't you and Kevin dance, Maggie? he looks a little lonely." "Okay," she said.
She walked over to him and held out her hand. "I'm afraid I'm not a Stacy, but I do dance. How about you?"
"Sure." He got up and joined her. He was a good dancer and he made her look better than she thought she was. They danced out the record, him moving every bit as well as Stacy, and Maggie a step or two behind. She wore a blue jumpsuit that didn't display her tits as much as Stacy's, but she still felt them flopping around beneath her zippered front. She hadn't worn a bra, and her nipples brushed against the underweave of the fabric and sent tingling sensations down to her cunt.
She danced in a daze, remembering how she had come less than a week ago, not a feeling in her body, and here she was being turned on by her jumpsuit. Hell, she didn't mind in the least.
Between records they rested and chatted. John and Stacy kept up their teasing barrage. And they even danced together once, John exaggerating her movements.
"I want to dance with Mr. Reed again," said Stacy, picking out the record she wanted to dance to.
"You are trying to give me a heart attack, aren't you? I know your kind." He reached out and swatted her ass playfully.
"I might try to give you an attack, but it wouldn't be the heart variety." She stuck her tongue out and glossed her lips with wide curling sweeps of it. She stood waiting for him, and patting her hand on her thigh.
"You got a regular, little firecracker, here, Kevin."
"I know it, Dad. Don't I know it."
Stacy stuck out her tongue at Kevin. "You don't usually complain about it."
"Just dance with dad, okay."
The record began and Stacy began the sexiest routine Maggie had ever seen. Maggie herself began to feel the sexual energy in the room and sucked in her breath when the evening's possibilities began to unfold for her.
"You make me hot," said John. He tried to match her move for move, but the sweat began to bead up on his forehead and upper lip.
"Hey, just take off your shirt then."
"You take off yours first," he teased.
There was a sudden stillness, as though the record had skipped a groove or two, for Stacy had quickly reached down and pulled up her top and jerked it off over her head without missing a step.
"Jesus!" John moved slowly like a sleepwalker as he watched the unfettered tits bound around on the girl's chest. They were large and white, brownish pink nipples crowned each one, and they stretched and strained as she danced.
"Hey, right on," said Allan, clapping his hands in time with the beat.
Kevin joined in and so did Tracy and Maggie. Maggie felt the current grow in the room.
"Come on, Mr. Reed. Take it off." She jeered at him.
"Shit!" he said and unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off.
"That's better," she said, "you'll see."
John's body moved in time with hers, but missing a beat, so that they were always together even if he moved slower.
"Hey, all right," she said, aware of what he was doing.
She moved in wilder gyrations, tits flopping, legs flashing.
"That skirt is in your way, isn't it," he said, wondering perhaps how far the girl would go.
"You want it off? Is that what you want, Mr. Reed?"
He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, casting a quick glance over at Tracy. She was smiling at the whole thing. He winked at her.
"Just tell me, Mr. Reed and I'll take it off."
"No, Stacy, if you want to take it off, you just go ahead and do it."
"Why not?" she said, and reached down to the zipper on the side of her skirt. It hissed and the skirt fell around the girl's moving feet. She stood there rocking in brilliant white panties that sported a bright red pair of lips over her pussy.
"Like them?" She moved up against him. She backed away. "Like my panties?"
"Yes," he said, but I'll bet I'd like what's under them even better."
"Oh, I'll bet you would. Don't you, Kevin?" She turned to him and smiled.
He simply smiled back at her. The tease was going to get it if his look meant what it seemed to mean. Maggie could feel her own energy bubbling up, and she and Allan danced.
"What do you want, Mr. Reed, what do you want next?"
"I want you to enjoy yourself, honey, just have a good time and do whatever you want, Stacy, anything you want."
"I'm gonna take off my panties for you, then, Mr. Reed. I know you want to see what's under them." She hooked her hands inside the waistband and shot them down the sides of her hips and legs. When she stood up everyone could see the flaming red bush of pussy hair. If Maggie wasn't mistaken, she could even see the beginnings of the girl's pussy juices dripping down the long, red hairs in bright, tiny beads.
"You like?" she teased, thrusting out her red-bushed pussy at him.
"Shit!" said Allan, "if he doesn't, I do!"
"Yeah, I like Stacy, don't you like, Tracy? Maggie?"
"Everybody likes it," said Maggie, suddenly the spokesman for all.
"You next," she said, "take it off, Mr. Reed. I want to see you." She ran her hands down her sides and over her hips. She cupped her tits and bounced them in the palms of her hands as she swayed to the music. "I want to see all of you, too, Mr. Reed." Her hands flowed down the flat of her belly and fluttered their fingers against her pussy. "All of you."
He reached for his belt and in a moment he had his pants off and his shorts ready to go. One quick glance at Tracy, she nodded her head, and he had them off.
"Oh my god!" Stacy stood stock still, her hands caught in mid-air above her red bush, her mouth gaping and her eyes wide. "I . . . I . . ." She looked from his cock to his face and back again. "Mr. Reed, you're so . . . god, so big."
A quiver ran through the girl's body, setting her tits to jiggling.
"You like it, Stacy." He shook his hips and the great cock waggled before the poor girl. "Do you like it, honey?"
"I . . . I . . ." She could only stand there dumbfounded.
Maggie could sympathize with the girl, for she remembered the first time she had seen John Reed's cock. She still got goose bumps when she thought about it. Stacy would probably have the same goose bumps when she remembered this event.
"God, Kevin, your dad is hung like a horse. Maybe two," said Allan, smiling. He looked at the dance taking place in the middle of the room, and his mouth hung open with anticipation. Such things didn't just end. Okay, everybody, put your clothes back on, let's have a drink and forget about it. Maggie could see it all in the boy's eyes. She too waited, hoping no one would want to put their clothes back on.
John Reed burst out laughing. "Relax, Stacy, it's okay, really it is." He reached out and put his arm around the girl's shoulders and hugged her. "Really, we all like you very much."
"I was a tease, and then you . . . shit! I couldn't believe anyone could have a cock that big. God, I thought Kevin was big." Her head was bowed and her eyes fastened on his long, looping cock. It swung back and forth gently.
"Joke time's over, Okay?" He squeezed her tightly, mashing her big, left tit against him.
"Can I . . ."
"Sure," he said, as if reading the girl's mind.
It must run in the family, thought Maggie, as the girl reached out and took his thick, limp cock in her hand. She lifted it, weighing its heft, and her tongue darted in and out between her lips.
"You have ideas about big John there?" he asked her. He reached under her right arm from the back and cupped her right tit, squeezed and looked her right in the eye.
"You are a little girl, Stacy."
"Can I try, Mr. Reed. I want to fuck you, Mr. Reed. I want to fuck your big cock." She pulled out his cock and stretched it as far as she could. She gasped at the extended size of it.
"It's not quite that long when it's hard, honey, but it's awfully big around.
"Need some help, Dad?" Kevin asked.
"I don't know about you, but I'm gonna get a good seat for the show." She walked over to the couch and waved Maggie to follow her. "She is going to get the fucking of her life, Maggie, and I'll bet it isn't just from John. I saw the look in Kevin's eye. He has his own plans for little Stacy."
Tracy put her arm around her sister and let it fall to her tit where it brushed back and forth across the taut nipple. Maggie wanted to unzip her suit so that Tracy could put her hand inside, but she didn't say anything.
Kevin had already pulled off his clothes and stood beside his father, his long cock bowing up before him and swaying from side to side.
"Let's let Stacy fuck herself on my cock, what do you say, Kevin?"
"Good idea, Dad. Lots of access that way," he said and winked at his father.
John lay down on the thick carpet and pulled Stacy over on top of him. She straddled him and squatted over his enormous cock.
"Jesus, Mr. Reed, oh, fuckin' Jesus." Her eyes were wide and she bit her tongue as it stuck out between her tight lips.
"Come, on honey, let's fuck, let's fuck up a storm."
She smiled faintly, and settled herself on his cock head.
"This is stupid," said Maggie. She got up and unzipped the jumpsuit with one wild, hissing, downward swoop of her hand. She pulled the suit back off of her shoulders and let it fall about her waist, revealing her heaving tits. "I'm not going to sit here and just watch somebody else get fucked, Tracy." She pulled down the bottom half and shucked out of her pink panties.
"You?"
"Sure, why the fuck not. Sisters should be sisters, right?" Tracy got up and pulled off her blouse, braless beneath it, and quickly took off her skirt. She wore no panties, and she stood there before Maggie with her blonde bush at eye level.
"Come here," Maggie said, and reached out to pull Tracy against her face. She nuzzled her pussy hair with her nose, and licked up with her tongue against the dark extension of inner pussy folds that hung down between the outer lips. She took the folds between her lips and pulled gently.
"Jesus, Maggie, Jesus," and she felt Tracy's body tremble and quiver against her face.
"Don't leave so soon, Maggie. We've just found one another."
"I'll be back soon, I promise." She returned to the flesh and nibbled at it with tender bites.
"Oooooh, Christ, Oooooh, Jesus, no, Mr. Reed, it's too big, I can't-OOOOHHH," the girl cried in the middle of the room as John fucked up into her tight, tight pussy. She flung her head back and forth.
"Mind if I join you," said Allan, his prick thick and blood engorged, but unused.
"I think maybe we can find a place for that, Allan," said Tracy. She moved over and Allan sat down beside her.
Maggie's finger had replaced her mouth, and now it fucked up into Tracy's cunt as they watched the young girl being skewered upon John's cock. "Oooooouuuuuuch," she cried, but John kept thrusting up, inching his cock into her. Her fuck juices ran down his cock and the farther in he got, the easier it went.
"That's it, Stacy, take it all, honey, let dad fuck that tight pussy."
But much of her tightness must have been in her imagination, for with one valiant effort she managed to suck up the full length of his cock. "Eeeeeiiiiii," she cried, and bit her lip, but she had him in, and a strained smile of satisfaction replaced the grimace.
John fucked into Stacy's tight cunt, well oiled now, and she fucked him like a bronc rider on a wild bull. "Oh, fuck me, Mr. Reed."
He thrust up into her, and she heaved against his hammering cock.
Maggie watched as Kevin moved up behind Stacy. He pushed her down until her tits flattened against his father's chest. He reached out and sunk his fingers into her tight cunt, and worked them around until they were coated with her fuck juice.
Maggie knew what he was going to do, and a tingle sent through her, as the fingers began probing her asshole. The girl at first wiggled against the probing fingers, but then when she felt first one and then another enter her tight ass ring, she tried to look over her shoulder at Kevin.
Maggie's fingers worked into Tracy's pussy as she watched the scene unfolding before them. Tracy had turned and now leaned over Allan and sucked his thick, rigid cock. She had cocked her leg up so that Maggie could get at her cunt with her hand. She seemed unfazed by the action in the center of the room, but Maggie couldn't help watching, as though she were watching something that had earlier happened to her.
"Kevin, what are you doing back there to my ass," she demanded.
"Just inspecting it, Stacy, to see if I'm gonna fuck that fine ass of yours." He fucked around and around with his fingers, stretching her asshole.
"Oh, god no, Kevin. Not up the ass. No! No! Please, don't." She tried to twist away, but John's gigantic cock kept her pinned in place.
"Here we go, honey, fuck some asshole, you and I."
"No!" she screamed, but he was already shoving his cock head into her ass, shoving past the tight ring and right up into her ass itself.
"Iiiiii," she screamed, but Maggie couldn't identify with her pain. The only thing she remembered was the intense pleasure as Kevin had fucked her in the ass there on the beach, and right now she wanted his cock up her ass, but it was stuck up an unappreciative Stacy's. "Ooooh, oooh, ouuuuuch," she screamed, shaking her head, and biting her lower lip.
Maggie fingered Tracy's pussy with one hand, and with the other she fucked up into her own cunt. As John and Kevin fucked silly, little Stacy mad, she fucked her own hand, four fingers pounding up into her pussy, slapping into her soft cunt with joyous abandon.
"Eat me, oh, eat me," moaned Allan as Tracy took more of the thick cock into her mouth than Maggie thought possible.
"Big cock," Tracy said, pulling up for air. "God, Allan, what a nice, big cock you have. "I'm glad I didn't miss this one." She licked her lips and smiled at the wide eyed boy.
"Jesus, me too, Mrs. Reed, me too."
"It's Tracy, Allan, no sense calling me Mrs. Reed as I lay here with a mouth full of your cock, now, is there?"
"I guess not, Tracy," he said hesitantly.
She lay up on one elbow and caught her breath watching John and Kevin fuck Stacy. Stacy seemed about to lose her mind, flailing arms and head around, hair flying in red swashes, but it didn't seem from pain any more, for Stacy grunted out in rhythm to their fucking, "Fuck . . . Fuck . . . FUCK . . ." Kevin plowed into the tight ring of her ass and powered with straight legs, his cock straining, his balls pounding against the poor girl's pussy just above where John's mighty cock ripped up into her stretched cunt.
"Fuckme," she cried. And the young girl tossed her mane of red hair and her whole body seemed to quake with one spasmodic quiver. She hung suspended there for a moment impaled upon their two twin cocks, and then her whole body broke into shattering shudders.
* * *
Stacy walked around with a dazed, happy look on her face, and Maggie knew just how the young girl felt.
"Oh, Jesus, did I ever get fucked." She walked out of the room looking for a glass of water.
"A job well done," said Maggie, but she was still envious of the girl, for she had not had the father and the son in that way.
"You want it, don't you?" said Kevin, eyes picking up the disappointment in Maggie's.
"Well, I must confess that I wished that it had been me perched on your father's cock with you up my ass than Stacy." Her fingers still fucked in and out of her own pussy, as her other hand worked on Tracy's cunt.
"Yeah, well, I can put that cunt of yours to better use, don't you think so, Dad?"
"I think we need to send Maggie off on a proper note, a real farewell." His cock still hung at a red, glistening half mast, coated with the thick creaming of his own cock and Stacy's ample pussy juices.
Kevin's own cock was rock-hard, as though he hadn't even fucked Stacy's ass.
"What do you say, Maggie, a proper fucking to say goodbye, a little of both our cocks to usher you off into your new life." John had walked over, his large prick still thick and bloated with his passion, filling slowly as he talked to Maggie.
"How about a lot of both your cocks, I'll need a lot, and you've got a lot." She smiled and pulled her fingers out of her cunt and licked the thick juice off them.
"Sorry, Tracy, but duty calls," she said, pulling her hand away from her pussy, but Tracy was engrossed in giving Allan head, sucking the thick cock with her expert mouth.
Allan's eyes rolled and his mouth hung open as Tracy's mouth and tongue worked him into a panting frenzy. "Oh, shit, Tracy, shit, suck me."
Tracy raised her ass and bent to deliver her full attention to the young boy's cock.
"Come on, she's in good hands," said Kevin, and he led Maggie out to the center of the floor. As they lay down and began to kiss, Stacy wandered back into the room.
"I bet I don't fuck for a month, Mr. Reed. God, you fucked me out, I mean really fucked me out." She rubbed her pussy with her fingers. "I didn't know I was that big. I'll bet I wasn't before you got through with me. I swear, I've never seen such a cock in my life. I mean it belongs in a Guinness book of records or something."
"That means I've seen the last of that tight pussy of yours," he said with a pout forming on his sensual mouth.
"I didn't say that. Maybe next month I'll be back." She smiled weakly and sat down on the couch beside Tracy and Allan, Tracy's ass still waving around as she took great hunks of Allan's cock into her mouth and throat.
"Suck my titties, Kevin, suck my nipples, please," Maggie said. All she wanted was for his mouth to tug at the string to her cunt.
"Maggie, I'll eat them all up." He sucked up one nipple, and the other he rolled around between the fingers of his right hand.
"Oh, yes, suck them, Kevin," she said, reaching up and pulling his head against her, mashing his face into the softness of her firm tit.
"If I find an unoccupied hole, may I use it?" asked John, kneeling beside her.
"John, you can use anything I have, you know that."
"Thanks, but I think I'll just chow down on this here pussy of yours, if you don't mind."
"Mind, hell, I'd love it. Christ, yes, eat my pussy, John. Suck me, eat out my cunt, honey, before I leave."
"Maybe if I start, you'll stay. I've got a pretty good tongue, you know."
"I wouldn't doubt it, baby, I wouldn't ever doubt you."
He lowered his head and his tongue found the cleft in her pussy, lapped each cunt lip aside, and fished down into the mouth of the hot pussy itself.
"Aaaaaaah," she sighed, "aaaaah, John, that's so good, honey, so fuckin' good."
His tongue lashed out at her clit and up and down the full length of her grooved pussy.
"Yes, baby, oh, yes, fuck my pussy with your tongue."
She could feel Kevin's mouth tugging at her pussy through her nipples. Her whole body seemed strung out along the tight string that connected the two.
The sucking sounds at her nipples and her cunt drove her wild. The sound alone turned her on like she had seldom been turned on before. Her men knew how to manipulate her, how to move her, how to suck her tits and her cunt.
"God!" she cried, shaking her head.
"God!" She couldn't get enough of them, she wanted more. She wanted them inside her, all of them, all the way.
"Oh, fuck me, now, please, fuck me. Shove that great cock up my cunt, John. Please, don't wait, fuck me now."
"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of that cunt, Maggie, fuck it like it's never been fucked before."
He moved up between her spread legs and pulled up her knees even farther so that he had a good shot at her cunt. He scooted up, leaned down so that the head of his great cock would have the right angle.
"Fuck me, John, fuck me, please, drive that monster home."
She raised her legs in the air and gave him a perfect angle. Raising her ass slightly, she wiggled and squirmed beneath him, begging him, "Hurry, honey, I'm so hot, so fucking hot. Fuck me now, baby, now!"
John lined up his cock and with one great swooping lunge his monster sliced up into the soft buttery cunt of Maggie Cartright. She had never been so thoroughly speared by a cock before in all her life, and the wind rushed out of her lungs and left her panting for breath.
"Ooooooooh," she cried, "My god, Johnny, my god."
"I'm gonna fuck that pussy until the cream is gushing out like crazy, Maggie, you don't have enough cunt to catch all the cream I'm gonna shoot up your cunt. Then you'll just have to lay there and let me fuck you whenever I want."
"Fuck me forever, that's what I want, John, I want you to fuck me forever." Her cunt tightened around his cock and they began to fuck like there was no tomorrow. His cock plowed into her and battered against the end of her cunt passage.
"Oh, I'll miss that sweet cunt, Maggie."
"I'll be back, often, John, and you can fuck my cunt all you want, whenever you want, always."
"Promise?" "Promise." He arched his back and plowed into her pussy with renewed vigor.
She settled down to the rhythm of their fucking and Kevin's sucking, but the nagging came to her, and she lifted her hand to Kevin's shoulder.
"Fuck me, Kev, oh, fuck me, honey, in the ass again."
"God, Maggie, yes, I'll fuck that tight asshole of yours, fuck it until my cum blasts up into your insides."
"Do it, Kevin fuck my ass, baby, fuck me, stick that long prick up my ass until I can't stand it anymore."
"Roll over, Dad, I'm gonna fuck Maggie up the ass."
His father rolled over onto his back and pulled Maggie along with him. Kevin quickly moved behind her and scooped up the thick fuck juice that oozed from her cunt. He smeared it around her asshole and reached down for more.
"Hurry, baby, I need you up my ass, baby, that hard crowbar of a cock up my ass, honey."
He scooped up another gob of her pussy juice and smeared it around and in her asshole. With no preliminaries he positioned his cock with the head nuzzled against the tight ring of her ass, and with concentrated effort, he began to push against the tight muscle.
"Yes, baby, yes, oh yes," she said, feeling the head of his cock push open the mouth of her ass, poke through and begin to slide up the soft, hot passage.
"Shit! Oh, fuck, shit! Feels so good, Maggie, too good, baby, finest asshole, none better." he shoved and shoved until his cock had sunk into her soft flesh up to his balls.
"Now fuck, Kevin, fuck it into my ass, honey, that's what Maggie wants, honey, yes it is. Aunt Maggie wants your cock to ream out my back fuck hole, tear it apart with that cock of yours. Yeah, Kevin, do it, honey, fuck it."
And then John was driving his cock into her like mad. She could feel both their cocks, one pounding her pussy, the other reaming her ass, both of them fucking into her twitching body, a body that moved as though animated by an electric current.
"Come!" she yelled, "oh god, come, I'm coming." And she did come, a great massive explosion that sucked up John and Kevin into its intensity and set off their own gushing orgasms. The three of them fucked wildly there in the middle of the floor, thrashing and writhing, while Tracy and Allan moved toward his own quick blast.
Stacy sat watching the whole thing, her hand resting lightly on her pussy, fingering her swollen clit. Maybe it wouldn't be a month after all. Her finger sank into the wet heat of her cunt and began to move.
