His hard cock slid back and forth in her cunt. She had her long legs wrapped around his waist while her ass squirmed. The walls of her moist cunt were spasming, sending out vibrations that made her senses tingle with hot pleasure.
"Aaahhhh, I'm ready to come," she moaned. "Come so much from your big prick in my pussy."
"Let it all hang out, Carol," the man encouraged her.
Carol's lover stroked her tits as his cock drove to the core of her deep cunt. Then he fingered her nipples, pinching them so it seemed they might burst between his thumbs and forefingers.
Something snapped within Carol. She began to writhe, her muscles spasming. She breathed in hoarse gusts. A glossy sheen of fresh sweat coated her naked body while her toes and fingers wriggled like tiny snakes.
"It's happening!" she cried as she was transported to orgasmic ecstasy.
"Oh, yeah," her lover grunted with approval. "Come, Carol, come. That's what I like best about fucking you. You always come first. Prime my cock for a damned explosion. Get that jizz boiling in my balls just before I shoot my wad in your pussy,"
"And I want it now!" Carol pleaded. "Let it fly, stud. Flood my pussy with your beautiful cum."
"You got it!" Carol's lover responded with horny enthusiasm. "All the jizz your cunt can hold-and more. My cum'll be running down your legs by the time my prick's finished unloading in your pussy."
"Don't give me promises," Carol panted in an erotic frenzy. "Give me your jizz. Now! Now!"
Carol's fucking partner slipped his hands down from her tits and gripped the cheeks of her ass. He lifted her ass off the bed, angling his cock so it shafted almost straight down into her deep pussy.
His balls jumped in their sac, clinging to the root of his hilted prick. He rolled his hips, twisting his hard-on in Carol's clutching fuck-hole.
He gasped. He strained. Every part of his muscular body flexed.
He came.
The jism poured from his violently erupting cock. Not in spurts, but in a continuous flow.
"So hot!" Carol excitedly reacted. "Oh, Jesus, do I love getting my pussy full of your cum. It's like liquid fire inside my pussy."
Carol's cunt was swiftly bloated with jizz. Even as her lover's prick kept shooting its thick fuck juice, the excess cum leaked into the hollows of her crotch and down into the crack of her ass.
Then the cock in Carol's cunt shot its last wad. But she was not through climaxing. She kept right on coming, tugging at his drained prick in her sloppy pussy with squishing contractions.
Despite the nut-jarring volume of jism he had just spilled, Carol's lover did not lose his hard-on. Her rippling pussy was making sure of that-still providing the tight heat that puts steel in a man's fucker.
"Fuck me again!" Carol demanded.
Her man questioned neither her ongoing desire nor his ability to satisfy it. This was usually the way it went when they fucked. Carol's lust was an appetite not easily satisfied. When someone fucked her, he had to be ready to fuck and suck himself into blissful exhaustion.
And, fortunately, Greg Morrow was up to the task. Years of practice had provided him with an intimate knowledge of what made Carol tick. He knew her sexual whims and needs probably as well as she knew them herself.
They were as close as a man and a woman can be. Closer than even a husband and wife. For their bond was more than just a piece of paper. It was flesh and blood.
Greg and Carol were more than just lovers. They were brother and sister.
She was in her late thirties now, and he would be forty next month. But to each other, they were still the anxious girl and boy who had discovered their feelings went beyond just family affection that summer almost twenty-five years ago.
Their parents had been killed in an automobile crash. Orphaned, Greg and Carol had turned instinctively to one another in their grief on the fateful day of the funeral. Their desperate clinging led to something more. Clothing seemed to melt away. All of a sudden, they were naked without shame. She saw him as her knight in shining armor. He thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
It seemed so natural that they should reinforce their love in the most meaningful way possible. And so they had fucked-Carol gratefully surrendering her cherry to her brother. When Greg's big cock entered her cunt for the first time, she felt as if her whole body were being filled by his driving prick. When their fuck-session was over, she immediately begged for more cock, and her brother gave it to her.
It was just the beginning. Over the years, Greg fucked his sister whenever she spread her legs for him and urged him to fill her cunt. And always, she demanded more-more hard fucking. Like now.
"Oooooh, Greg," Carol gasped. "Now that you've taken care of my pussy, how about going down a little lower and fucking me where it's tightest? Know what I mean?"
"As if I didn't after all these years," Greg laughed, pulling his dripping prick from his sister's cum-soaked cunt.
"Am I that predictable?"
"Just reliable. C'mon now, Sis. If you want your ass fucked, you'd better open up nice and wide for me. Give me a clear shot."
"Absolutely," Carol hornily sighed.
She lifted her legs up in the air, then drew them back all the way over her face so her feet straddled her head. With her body jack-knifed, she reached down and yanked the plump cheeks of her hoisted ass apart.
"Mmmmm, there it is," Greg responded to the sight of her small, rosy asshole.
"Still turn you on?" Carol purred.
"More than ever; Sis," her brother said. His cock stabbed the air with twitching arousal.
"Then fuck my ass, Greg." Carol rasped. "Stick your prick in my shitter."
She paused, gathering breath in her lungs so she could shout out the last part of her plea.
"Fuck me in the ass!" she cried.
"All right, Sis, hang on," Greg said. "I'm gonna split your ass in two this time."
"You always promise me that when you ass-fuck me, but you never quite bring it off," Carol teased. "But, mmmm, I've got to admit you come close enough every time to keep my hopes up."
Greg took his prick in his hand. He gripped it like a dagger as he moved in on his sister's awaiting asshole.
The tip of his prick flattened against the pucker of her shitpit. He shoved. She moaned, celebrating the fact that her brother's fat cock-head had penetrated her tight asshole.
"Now get your prick in deep," Carol grunted. "Deep in my ass. Fuck my ass with every inch of your huge cock."
"Have I ever given you anything less, Sis?" Greg chuckled. His spine snapped. Half of his prick disappeared inside his sister's squeezing ass canal.
"Fuck me good!" Carol screamed with animal lust.
Greg's crotch jerked in a blur. The muscles in the lower part of his back knotted as he channeled all his strength between his waist and his thighs. When he relaxed, his goal had been accomplished. His long prick was buried to the balls in his sister's ass. "Hurts so good," Carol sighed as ten inches of cock meat shafted her narrow ass tunnel. "Now move it. Work your cock in and out . . - back and forth . . . give me the fucking I need."
Greg braced himself on his sister's upturned thighs, rocking his hips. His prick jogged to and fro, sawing in her ass.
While her brother ass-fucked her, Carol played with her tits. She brought one of her large tit mounds to her mouth and licked her nipple until it stood up red and stiff. Then she bit it, just as Greg drilled her ass with a particularly deep cock-thrust. This double dose of welcome pain made her climax on the spot.
"God, I love to come like this," Carol groaned. "The more I suffer, the better I like it. Keep fucking me, Greg. Treat me rough. You know how."
Indeed. Greg did know. Exactly.
While his prick pumped in his sister's ass, his hand went where she expected it to-down to her cunt, expertly locating her clit. She liked her clit pinched and twisted. He did just that, and her orgasm mounted in intensity.
"Go farther . . . farther," she whimpered.
Her brother's fingers slipped into the opening of her pussy. He wasn't cautious about the way he dug inside her moist cunt slit. Quickly most of his hand filled her pussy. Pressing down with his fingertips within her cunt, he could feel his cock fucking her ass just a notch away.
"A fist," Carol moaned. "Make a great, big fist in my pussy, Greg. Bigger than the head of the biggest prick! You know the way-the way you always do."
Greg balled his knuckles. His sister's cunt stretched to give them just enough room, the way it always did.
Now, with a fist in her cunt and a cock in her ass, Carol was in sweet agony. Greg alternated his thrusts, punching his sister's pussy while he pulled his prick in her ass, then reversing the order with a partial withdrawal of his hand and a cock-surge that jarred her ass chute.
Through it all, Carol's non-stop climax continued. For her, it was like climbing a peak so high, she found herself in the clouds. Then, at the summit, she took off, soaring with orgasmic wings.
"I'm flying!" she sang, a distant quality to her voice as if she really were calling down from on high.
In the meantime, Greg kept double-fucking his delirious sister. Slamming her inner cunt with her knuckles, pronging her ass with his huge cock. His hand dripped with his own cum since Carol's pussy was smeared brown from the shit jarred loose by deep ass-fucking.
There was a smell in the air. A special kind of smell. A mixture of the aromas of leftover jizz and pussy juice, of sweat and shit. Each individual scent could be picked out, yet at the same time they combined to create a mind-boggling perfume that lifted the senses to new heights.
It got to Greg especially. He found himself reeling. As though he were drunk on lust. Probably it affected him as much as the friction generated by the cinching union of his thick cock and his sister's narrow asshole.
"Can't hold back anymore," he croaked. "Got to come."
"And, oooh, am I ready for it," his sister replied. "Shoot your cum in my ass, Greg. You know how bad I want your jizz."
Near a nut-splitting orgasm, Greg put everything into unleashing the creamy mass boiling at the pit of his groin. He pulled his fist out of Carol's cunt with a loud pop, dipping from the waist up between her jack-knifed legs so he could grab her hair for leverage.
His shit-slicked cock was a brown blur as it pistoned in his sister's ass. Faster, faster.
Carol added the final touch. She reached down into the crush of loins and found Greg's churning balls, gripping them and squeezing them. She primed her brother's cum-supply the way only she could do after so many years of incest.
She knew just when Greg was going to come. She was so tuned in to his body that she might as well have been ass-fucking herself.
"Now!" she exclaimed at the precise split-second when the head of Greg's cock busted open at the gooey depths of her jizz-starved ass.
Her brother's cum rushed into the cavity of Carol's ass chute. It collided there with a boiling mass of her shit. The result was an explosive mixture that rumbled as if her insides were the core of a volcano.
"Blow me up!" she screamed to her brother. Greg's cock spurted some more. Each blast of his jism was hotter than the last. How much more did he have to give? How much more could his sister take?
"One more," Greg gasped. "One more cum-shot, and I'm through, Sis."
His prick trembled from the tip to the root. The final wad of jizz jetted forth in her squirming ass. Carol felt her bowels shudder. Any more pressure, and she would lose all control in her ass. It had happened a few times before, when, ass-fucked beyond endurance, she had sprayed shit all over her brother.
Not today, though. Greg's cock dried up just in time. Instead of an accident, Carol wound up with a final orgasm that left her guts twisted into knots. When her brother's prick withdrew from her asshole, she lowered her legs and sprawled on the bed. He knelt between her thighs, looking down at her.
"You're so beautiful when you've just come," he told his sister. "When we're apart and I think of you, this is how I see you in my mind. Just the way you are right now."
Carol laughed. "I wonder if you'd say that if you'd shot any more cum in my ass. Another drop, and I'd have shit all over you. Then would you think I'm so gorgeous?"
Greg grinned. "You wouldn't hear me complaining. You know the raunchier you get, the more I like it."
He paused, fondly reminiscing about all the times Carol had dragged him into her private gutter.
"My dirty, dirty sister," he sighed. "Ahhhhh." "Flattery will get you everywhere with me," Carol responded, sitting up. "You make me want to top myself."
"Is that right?" Greg smirked. He looked down at his cock. It was scummy with his sister's shit.
"Got any filthy ideas to bring out the worst in me, big brother?'" Carol giggled. "Just this," Greg answered. He pinched his prick at the tip of the head and held it up. It was as brown as fudge with her shit. "Suck, Sis, suck," he said. "Suck my shitty cock clean as a whistle."
"Just what kind of girl do you think I am?" Carol giggled some more.
"A whore. A tramp. Worse than a bitch in heat," Greg cheerfully taunted. Carol pretended to think it over. "I think you're right," she finally told her brother. "Some people just have no shame ..." She interrupted herself to hungrily smack her lips at the sight of her brother's slimy prick. ^^ " . . . And I'm one of 'em!" she exclaimed.
Carol pounced on her brother, and pushed him flat on his shoulders while she hunched over his crotch.
Her mouth closed over his cock. She took his whole prick with a single swallow, noisily slurping.
She didn't stop until she had lapped her brother's prick back to its normal shade of pink. When she released his prick, it was shiny with her spit rather than smudged with her shit.
"How's that?" she asked playfully.
"Fine-as far as it goes," Greg answered. "But now I've got a new problem. Look, Sis."
Greg flexed the muscles in his crotch. His revived prick snapped to attention, hard again, jutting in the air.
"Wells well, what do we have here?" Carol chuckled, tickling her brother's hairy balls. "Now what are we gonna do about this?"
"As if I had to tell you," Greg said, hoisting his prick again for a couple of seconds until it bounced against his inner thigh.
"You fuck me in the cunt. You fuck me in the ass," Carol coyly sighed. "But you're still not satisfied. What am I going to do with you?"
"I'm sure you'll think of something, Sis," Greg leered.
"Yes, I believe I have already," Carol purred. "Want me to tell you or just show you what I have in mind?"
"Show me."
"Sure."
Greg raised himself on his elbows to look while his sister lay beside him. Her legs weren't spread, but she presented a fuckhole that was just as erotic the way she displayed it as her cunt or asshole would have been.
It was her mouth. Opened in almost a perfect circle with her lips pulled back over her teeth, pink at the center with her glistening tongue. A simple , blow-job was not the attraction. No, this was a mouth that asked nothing less from a man's cock than a deep, hard fuck.
Greg rolled over, coming up on all fours in front of his sister. He guided his prick toward her face. His cock-head slipped into her mouth, and she started to suck. His hips bucked. His prick was deep-throated within seconds.
Greg held nothing back. He fucked his sister in the mouth with everything he had. Just the way she wanted to be fucked. She didn't know how to get anything from his cock other than the most, regardless of where she was being fucked.
Cramming his ten hard inches of cockmeat down Carol's throat, Greg ground his crotch against his sister's face. Her fair complexion was quickly rubbed to a glowing red by his coarse cock hair. Spit drooled down her chin as she applied all the suction she could manage along the length of Greg's hilted prick.
"Every time I feed you my cock," Greg told his slurping sister, "it surprises me the things you can do with your mouth. You make it seem almost like I'm somehow fucking your pussy and ass all rolled into one. So wet. . . tight when you want my cock to be ... deep as can be. Yes, yes, yes!"
Carol reacted to her brother's praise the way she usually did when they were fucking. She increased her efforts, doubling her own erotic pleasure by doubling Greg's. At this stage of a mouth-fuck, this meant bringing her secret weapon into play. Her teeth.
When a woman dares to use her teeth while she's eating her man's prick, she has to know exactly what she's doing and exercise self-control, applying just the right amount of pressure.
"Way to go, Sis. Feels so damned good," Greg moaned when he felt Carol's teeth lightly scraping along his cock's shaft. "Suck and chew my cock. It's just what I need to make me come in your mouth with so much jizz, you won't be able to swallow it all."
Carol laughed inside. During the heat of a mouth-fuck, her brother always threatened to shoot more cum than she could drink. And she always gulped his jizz down without any trouble. There was no such thing as more of her brother's jism than her thirst could handle.
Carol kept using her teeth on Greg's prick. And, of course, her lips, tongue and throat were busy too. It was an oral package designed to make a man come sooner than later.
The pressure grew in Greg's balls. His nuts jumped in their sac, leaving a wrinkled pocket of empty skin beneath them as they bulged at the base of his prick.
"I'm ready to shoot my wad, Sis!" Greg announced.
His hard-on lurched in Carol's throat. Pressing against her windpipe, his cock-head abruptly gushed.
A river of-hot, sticky cum flowed directly into Carol's belly. She sucked as hard as she could, hungry for every drop of her brother's jism.
Greg's prick kept spurting. Although this was the third time he had come within the last half-hour, he was producing more jism this time around than he had when he'd fucked his sister's cunt or ass.
This suited Carol just fine. The more jizz Greg's cock poured down her throat, the more she got to swallow. The sweet taste of her brother's cum was something she'd never been able to get too much of. It made her giddy. She could climax just from drinking his jism.
Which she did now. Feasting on Greg's cock-juice, she experienced her own orgasmic release. Writhing beneath him, she sucked the last of his jizz right out of his balls through the shaft of his cock.
Then it was over. Greg's prick was drained. Once again, Carol had devoured all of his cum. Brother and sister had finally satisfied each other.
Greg pulled off of his sister's face, flopping by her side with his spent cock soft and sticky. Carol reclined with the little bit of jizz she hadn't swallowed trickling from the corners of her mouth. Her cunt and asshole leaked cum, too.
"I love you, Sis," Greg sighed. "Always have, always will."
"Shhhh," Carol answered. "Don't say anything more."
"Why not?"
"Because, now that we're through fucking, I've got to get my head back on straight. You know what I mean."
"Ah, yes, the real world. We can't make it go away, can we?"
"Only when we fuck," Carol replied, her tone bittersweet.
Then she was silent for awhile, mentally motivating herself to do what she had to do. Get up, take a bath to wash the cum away, then get dressed and leave her brother for another week. It got harder every time.
Chapter Two
Greg was dozing when Carol left the motel room. That was best because the goodbyes between the two of them were so painful, even when she had to part from her brother for only the week until their next fucking session.
Out on the street, Carol blinked in the afternoon light. She walked toward her car, trying to forget about fucking so she could concentrate on resuming her everyday life.
"Pot roast for dinner," she muttered under her breath. "Got some frozen vegetables in the freezer. Baked potatoes or rice?"
She'd decided on potatoes by the time she reached the car. She was just opening the door, when something caught her eye. Another car, idling at the intersection waiting at,a stoplight.
The driver of the other car looked her way. For a moment, even with thirty yards between them, their gazes were locked. Then the light turned green, and the back tires of the familiar car dug into the pavement before spinning forward with a screech.
"David." Carol said her son's name with a wince.
Her pained reaction resulted not only from the possibility she might have been seen coming out of the motel, but also because her son reminded her so much of her husband. Sad to say, as far as Carol was concerned, the boy was becoming more like his father every day.
When Carol reviewed her life one regret stood out above all others. Why, oh, why, she would ask herself, did I ever marry Jack Stewart? What made it worse was that she knew the answer, leaving no one to blame but herself.
At the age of twenty, Carol had seen that her love affair with her brother could not continue unless it could be concealed. People were already starting to talk about how inseparable she and Greg were. She needed a front. So she had gone out looking for someone to marry. Unfortunately, it turned out to be Jack Stewart.
In the following years, all that Jack had given her besides two children, was aggravation. He was a self-centered bully who thought a woman's place was either in the kitchen or the bedroom. When she had to fuck him, the best she could do was feel ice inside herself. It was that or becoming physically ill.
For a long time, Carol had put up with her marriage as a necessary evil. But it was getting tougher lately. The kids were growing up, and Jack's influence on them was hard to take. David was turning into a carbon-copy of his overbearing father, while Julie had responded to the tension at home with rebellion. At least Carol could admire her daughter's spirit, even if she had to worry about Julie's adventures with alcohol and fucking.
Tired of thinking about her problems, Carol got into her car and drove toward home, thinking about the bottle of vodka she kept stashed in the pantry. Once she got into the house, she would head straight for it. A few stiff drinks, and maybe she could get through the rest of the day.
A large part of Carol's plan to unwind was having the house to herself. However, things were not going her way.
"Damn!" she hissed when she reached home and saw her son's car in the driveway.
Now she would have to sneak the vodka for herself, because David always ratted to his father when he caught her drinking. It was like having a live-in spy.
Carol went inside through the back door, hoping to avoid her son and get at her bottle. No such luck. David was there, eating a sandwich at the kitchen table, waiting for her.
"Where've you been?" David asked, sounding just like his father and setting his mother's teeth on edge.
"I'm the parent here," Carol said. "I don't have to account for my actions to you."
David smirked like he had just been called in a high-stakes poker game where he held a royal flush.
"Maybe not, Mom. Maybe I would be out of line. Except for one thing," David drawled. "I saw you ..."
Carol felt the blood drain from her cheeks.
"... saw you leaving that motel this afternoon, Mom," David continued. "Now, I asked myself, you know, what would my dear, sweet mother be doing ducking out of a motel in the middle of the afternoon? You might be surprised at how fast I came up with an answer."
David paused to treat himself to a nasty chuckle.
"Or maybe you wouldn't be surprised at that. Get my drift, Mom?"
Carol knew she had to cut her losses. Only by admitting enough to David could she keep him from guessing too much.
"Okay, I won't lie," she told her son. "I've been having an affair. Pm not proud of it, but there it is. Just please-I beg you-don't tell your father."
"Why not?" David taunted.
"I'll make it worth your while," Carol recklessly promised.
"How?"
Carol started to make a deal, then came up short, realizing that she was at a loss for what to offer. Money wouldn't do. David already got plenty of that from his father. What, then?
"I'm going to tell Dad," David vowed. "He'll kick your ass around the house. I wouldn't miss that for anything."
Carol was desperate. Ready to go to any extreme to avoid a beating. She knew from experience that when he was mad, her husband hit hard and often.
"Anything?" she asked her son, hearing her voice as though she were eavesdropping on herself.
She stood up. Wasn't even sure what she was doing until she felt her fingers against her chest as she unbuttoned her blouse.
David's curiosity was more than aroused. "Jesus, Mom," he gulped. "What do you think you're doing?"
Carol felt a surge of confidence when her blouse was open. She'd forgotten her bra back at the motel and her unrestrained tits spilled forth. Firm and full, they bulged in exposure, their nipples a hot shade of pink.
"I've seen you, too, David," Carol told her astonished son. "In the bathroom, when you thought you were alone. Know what you were doing?"
David choked on his fractured breath.
"Playing with yourself. Your cock was in your hand. I watched you come all over yourself. You wiped yourself off with a towel and stuffed it in the bottom of the dirty clothes basket."
David was blushing now. However, the true test of his reaction was at the crotch of his tight jeans. There was a cock bulge there which left nothing to the imagination.
"You know what I told myself that day?" Carol continued. "I said: That kid's hung. What a big cock. The size of his prick puts his father's to shame. Then, I was so excited, I went to my room and finger-fucked my pussy to calm myself down after what I'd seen. But you know what, David?"
"N-no, Mom," the boy stammered.
"I've never completely gotten over it. Once she's had a look at a cock as big as yours, no woman can ever forget it. Sooner or later, the memory of your cock will make her do things that she can't control."
This said, Carol unhitched her skirt. It fell to her feet, leaving her naked except for her bikini panties. Her cunt was a dark shadow through the sheer crotch-panel, excess hair crawling out from under the elastic that cinched her loins.
She pulled her panties up into her cunt gash. Pink and glistening, her pussy lips popped free. Her curly cunt hair bristled.
"My pussy is wet," Carol told her son, making herself squish between the legs with a tug of her panties. "Yes, as wet as I'm sure your cock is hard. Unless I'm crazy, David, you're as turned-on by me as I am by you. I dare you tell me I'm wrong."
She advanced toward her son. When she stood before the chair in which he was sitting, his eyes were directly at the level of her moist cunt.
"Take off my panties, David," Carol said, wiggling her ass so her pussy squished some more.
David reached out with trembling fingers. Snagging his mother's panties, he drew them down her hips. The hairy bush of her cunt popped into view.
Now the panties were lowered to the tops of Carol's thighs. The entire triangle of her pussy was there for her son to see. Its sharp aroma made his nostrils flare.
Seemingly on their own, the panties fell the rest of the way to the floor. Carol stepped out of them, lifting a foot up onto the table. Her pussy was wide-open, grinning with a vertical smile.
"Well, how do you like my cunt?" Carol boldly asked.
"My own m-mother," David gulped. "My own mother's c-cunt."
"All for you, sonny boy," Carol said, fingering her own pussy lips even farther apart. "You can suck my pussy and fuck it. Do anything you want. That is, if you've got the nerve."
"I ... I still don't believe this is happening," David muttered.
"Maybe a taste of cunt will convince you you're not dreaming," Carol answered.
She thrust her pussy mound flush against her son's face, maneuvering until she could feel the lips of his mouth against the lips of her cunt. Drawing from within, she produced a fresh batch of pussy juice that he could not help but sample.
David sighed and slurped as the sweet honey from his mother's cunt seeped across his tongue. To test out his reaction, she tried moving away. He grabbed her around the waist, holding her cunt in place against his sucking mouth.
"Looks like I'm a hit," Carol chuckled while her son eagerly ate her cunt out.
David began to experiment with his tongue, probing within his mother's sobbing pussy. Pussy juice dribbled down his chin while he burrowed between her thighs.
"Deeper, deeper," Carol urged. "Put your tongue in my cunt as far as it'll reach. Like you were fucking me with it. Suck me right, and I'll come right in your mouth."
The prospect of eating his mother's pussy to a climax spurred David on. Stiffening his tongue as though it were cock, he drove into her cunt gash, making the walls of her cunt spasm and her hips roll.
"Keep it up! You're doing absolutely super," Carol rasped in response. "I'll come for you so good. Just don't stop."
David did more than just tongue-fuck. Spanning his mother's narrow waist with his large hands, he, angled his thumbs down so they met at the summit of her cunt. There he located her clit, squeezing it until it swelled as if it might burst.
It was more than Carol had expected. When she'd made up her mind to seduce her son, she'd never anticipated that he would turn out to be such a skillful cunt-sucker. It was certainly one area in which he didn't take after his father.
"Gonna come . . . gonna come," Carol panted. "Take me all the way, David. I'll give you so much hot, sweet pussy juice to swallow."
David pinched his mother's clit with his thumbnails at the same time his tongue surged to the depths of her cunt. It was enough. Carol's ass-cheeks clenched together, her thighs quivered, and her senses sparked. She was coming in her son's face.
"Oooooh, shit, I can't believe how strong it is!" Carol exclaimed, feeling as raw and lowdown as she could be while her orgasm raged.
David gorged himself on her oozing pussy. Several times, when his mother thought her climax had played out, he gave her cunt a tongue-thrust that kept her orgasmic fires blazing. On and on went, his tongue-fucking unrelenting.
Finally, it was Carol who gave ground. All that coming had given her an ache in her pussy from which she had to have relief. Her knees sagged, and she wobbled backward. Losing her balance, she fell to the floor, landing on her ass and her elbows.
"Whew, what a trip," she sighed to her son. "Where did you ever learn to eat pussy like that?"
"It's my first time," David said. "It just came naturally. Once I tasted your cunt, I just knew what to do automatically."
"Hmmmm," Carol chuckled. "Wonder what else comes naturally to you."
She was looking at the swollen lump of cockmeat in her son's jeans. His cock and balls throbbed so much under the denim, that his fly was gradually unzipping itself without being touched.
"Y-you want me to fuck you, huh?" David stuttered.
"What do you think?" Carol purred, raising her knees and spreading her thighs to show off her cunt at its wide-open best.
David stared at his mother's fuck-me pose, his brow wrinkling with thought. She could tell that there was something on her son's mind which she had to pry loose before things went any farther.
"What is it?" she asked.
David took a deep breath and blurted: "I'm cherry, Mom!"
"And since you've never fucked before," Carol sympathetically replied, "you're wondering if your first piece of ass should be your own mother. Right?"
David nodded.
"Let me be the judge of that," Carol soothed. "Come here to mama. Kneel down between my legs, and let me make you comfortable."
Trembling with anxiety, David did as he was told. Carol slipped her fingers inside his half-opened fly and popped his jeans apart so they sagged at his hips.
David wore jockey shorts. The load in the crotch pushed the elastic out at the leg-holes so his smooth balls could be glimpsed pulsing to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Carol rolled the shorts down, folding the waistband over one, two, three times. The hump of David's bent prick bulged into view, capped by a throbbing blue vein.
"Mmmmm, looking good," Carol sighed just before unleashing her son's cock.
She folded the waistband of David's shorts a fourth time. His prick sprang into the open, jutting up at a forty-five-degree angle. His prickhead was a crimson bulb, his cockshaft a thick column. His whole prick extended almost a foot in length.
"My God, you're hung!" Carol gasped in astonishment at the bulk of her son's massive cock.
David was so nervous that he did not catch on to the inconsistency of his mother's surprise. For the truth was that Carol had lied earlier about having seen her son jacking-off. She had just been guessing about the size of his hard-on. It was a gamble that had paid off beyond her wildest expectations.
Carol had launched her seduction of her son for strategic reasons. To keep him from blackmailing her after he had seen her leaving the motel that afternoon. Now, though, her original motive had lost its importance. All that mattered to her at the moment was the promise of his immense prick which loomed before her. The biggest prick she had ever seen.
The way things stood now, she would have gone ahead no matter what. A cock as huge as her son's was something out of every woman's erotic fantasies. If she accomplished nothing else in her life, she could always congratulate herself on getting fucked by such a monster prick. And, should she be foolish enough to let the opportunity pass her by, she would never forgive herself.
"Oh, fuck me, David! Fuck me!" Carol panted. "You've got to fuck me. I've got to have your beautiful prick in my cunt right now, that's all there is to it!"
"Just help me, Mom," David answered. "Help me fuck you right."
"That's what mothers are for," Carol swooned. "I'll make your first fuck the best fuck you'll ever have."
"Yeah, I can believe it," David rasped, looking down between his mother's spread legs where her juicy cunt waited for his cock.
Settling into fucking position, David moved his crotch into the crux of his mother's thighs. She reached for his giant cock, guiding the crown toward the fleshy gates of her cunt.
"Your cock's in," Carol said when she felt her son's cock-head within her cunt. "We've started fucking. And it'll only get better from here on in."
Sliding her fingers down the shaft of his prick, she jerked her wrist. Four or five inches of his cock entered her pussy.
Now she drew her hand away from his hard-on. She figured he was ready to do the rest on his own.
"Deeper, deeper," she told him. "Give me your whole cock in my pussy. Every inch."
"Like this, Mom?" David asked with a horny grin, his hips thrusting so his hard-on stabbed like a sword into her pussy.
"Ab-so-lute-ly!" Carol cried out, her cunt abruptly hilted with nearly twelve inches of cock.
Then she told her son to move his prick. In and out. Back and forth. David's long cock combined with the squeezing walls of Carol's pussy to produce the tightest kind of erotic friction.
"How'm I doing so far, Mom?" David asked after a series of deep cock-surges.
"Oooooh, just perfect, Son," Carol moaned. "Keep it up, and I'll come so much for you that you'll think you're fucking a wild woman."
Then Carol scissored her legs around David's waist, using her strong thighs to control the rhythm of his rocking hips. After a few moments of this, she had achieved the orgasm she had been talking about.
"Holy Christ, I'm coming even harder than I expected!" she squealed. "Keep it happening for me, Son! Fuck me with everything you've got!"
David was primed for the task. So solidly was his prick fucking in his mother's cunt that he had forgotten all about being cherry. His confidence brimming, he responded to her pleas like a master cocksman.
He slipped his hands under the cheeks of her wiggling ass, lifting it off the floor. He ground his crotch against hers while his cock shafted to the depths of her pussy, twisting and pounding like a drill.
"Enough fucking action for you, Mom?" he grunted.
"Never knew I could come sooo gooooooood!" Carol howled. "Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me."
David drove his cock into his mother's cunt with such force, he tipped her body back until she was balanced on her neck and shoulders. She unlocked her legs from around his torso and hooked her knees over his shoulders. He surged like a bull, jack-knifing her frame so his prick plunged straight down in her hoisted pussy.
"You stud!" Carol exclaimed. "Just when I think I've come as strong as I can, you take me even higher. And the more I come, the more fucking I want. Just keep moving your big cock in my cunt."
"Only one thing that can stop me from fucking you forever, Mom," David answered. "That's when I've got to come myself."
"Got a big load of jizz for me?" Carol bubbled with anticipation.
"Twice as much as I ever shot when I was jacking-off," he replied. "I've been holding back, letting my cum build, ever since I started fucking you. When I let loose, your cunt won't be able to hold all the cum my cock's gonna put into it."
"How much longer are you going to fuck before you blow your load?"
"Not long, the way your tight cunt's working over my cock, Mom," David rasped. "My balls are aching from the pressure. That cum's gotta get out real soon."
"Well, I'm ready whenever you are, Son," Carol eagerly responded. "The only thing better than coming myself will be taking a load of your hot jizz in my pussy."
"Okay, then. I'm gonna sock it to you, Mom."
"Drown me in cum if you can!" Carol shrieked.
Then she tightened the muscles of her pussy into a noose around David's straining prick. She reached down and squeezed her son's balls.
That was it for David. His crotch bucked. His prick flexed, seeming to temporarily grow an extra inch in his mother's pussy. Like a pot that had boiled over, his balls spilled their scalding load of jizz. The cum gushed through the shaft of his hard-on and poured into the thirsty core of Carol's fuck-hole.
David's jism was even thicker and hotter than Carol had expected. It seemed as if his jizz would never quit spurting into her cunt, and with every burst, her climax reached new heights.
Mother and son were both so seized by orgasm that their behavior gave way to sheer frenzy. They rolled around on the floor like they were wrestling, taking turns on top as their orgasms overwhelmed them.
By the time they finished climaxing, they had run into a wall, stacking themselves up like a couple of accident victims. Inevitably, exhaustion replaced their lust. Embracing, they toppled side by side, David's spent cock softening in his mother's pussy, while Carol's orgasmic intensity melted into a soothing afterglow.
Mother and son lay in one another's arms for a long while, silently recovering from the draining experience of incestuous fucking. Finally, David spoke.
"Well," he sighed, "I did it. I fucked you, Mom. What now?"
"I don't know/' Carol admitted. "Guess we just play it by ear."
"Yeah. Suppose that's all we can do," David said. "There are no rules to follow when a guy and his mom have the hots for each other. The best they can do is just be careful about getting caught. Damn careful."
"You're worried about your dad, aren't you?" Carol asked.
"He'd kill both of us if he found out we've fucked," David stated matter-of-factly.
Carol shuddered at what she knew to be the truth.
"We'll just play it by ear," she repeated. "And hope for the best."
"I've just fucked the best," David told his mother. "The problem is that I want a lot more of the same."
Hearing this praise, Carol had to kiss her son. And, as their lips met, she knew that self-control would have very little place in their new relationship. Five minutes later, they were fucking again.
Chapter Three
"David . . . David," she whispered, kneeling over him. "Wake up. It's me."
He sat up in bed and blinked the sleep from his eyes. There was his mother. Naked. Clearly as horny as a bitch in heat.
"I've got to fuck you," Carol told her son, running her hands over his chest. "Just can't help myself."
"What happened, Mom? What's got you so heated up?"
"It was your father," Carol whispered. "He woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to fuck me. It was like being in bed with a pig. When he touched me, my skin crawled."
"What did you do?"
"As little as I could get away with," Carol said shakily. "Jacked him off. God, his ugly cock felt like something dead in my hand, but somehow I managed to get through it. I made him come, and he was satisfied. A couple of minutes later, and he was sound asleep again snoring like nothing had happened. But I was wide awake by then. Thinking of you, David. Understand?"
David nodded. "Sure". I was just dreaming about you. Look."
He gestured toward his crotch. Turning around, his mother pulled the blanket away and got the message. From the flap of his pajama bottoms, his aroused cock emerged in full hardness, straining to stand straight up but too swollen with its own weight to withstand gravity.
"Oh, Jesus!" Carol gasped at the sight of her son's massive prick. "This is the prick I've been hungry for my whole life. Me and every other woman. But I'm the one who's got it-mmmmmm, all to myself."
She gathered David's cock and balls up in her hands, leaning down to bring them toward her face. Her tongue did some licking, her lips some nibbling.
"You know what I haven't done to you yet?" Carol said. "I haven't sucked your prick. And, if I do say so myself, I'm damn good at cocksucking.
"Be my guest!"
Carol lowered her mouth over the knob of her son's cock, teasing with just enough suction to make his hips twitch. He immediately wanted her to suck his prick harder.
"Eat "my cock, Mom. Eat it," he urged. "Eat my prick."
"But it's such a big prick." Carol took a new direction with her teasing. "I'm starting to wonder if I can really do your cock justice. Maybe I've bit off more than I can chew. A blow-job's hardly worth starting unless a woman knows she can take the whole cock in her mouth. And your cock has me worried."
"Try, Mom, please try!" David panted. "Don't back out on me now."
"Well, if you insist," Carol giggled.
She swooped down on her son's prick. With a single slurp, she swallowed at least half of his cockshaft, the knotty head lodged solidly in her throat.
"Suck my prick down to my balls, Mom. Every inch of my prick," David coaxed. "You can do it if anybody can."
Carol held her breath. Her slurping filled the room as she bore down . . . down. Drooling. Gulping.
"God, you did it! Really did it, Mom!" David gasped with awe when he felt his mother's lips around the base of his thoroughly eaten prick. "Got all of my cock in your mouth. Tell you the truth, I didn't actually believe you could take all my prickmeat!"
Carol brimmed with inner pride. Of course she had never questioned her ability to deep-throat David's entire prick, but it certainly did her a lot of good to gain her son's respect after all these years of him taking after his abusive father.
Determined to give David the best blow-job possible, Carol began sliding her lips up and down the long, thick shaft of his giant cock. Her fuck-strokes increased in range until she would be sucking just the cock-head at one instant, then, in the next, have gobbled all the way down to his balls. Up and down his prick. Over and over again.
David reacted just like he was fucking a cunt. His hips thrashed, and his ass rose and fell. Churning in their sac, his balls seemed to swim in a lake of their own mounting cum.
But the fun was just beginning. Carol had another treat in store for her son besides just going down on his prick. There was no reason why she couldn't put his mouth to work, too.
Continuing the blow-job, she swung her naked body around on top him. This meant straddling his head with her knees. He found himself staring at her hairy pussy as it spread from the rear right in his face. Her cunt was near his mouth, inviting him to feast on pussy meat.
David's tongue poked into his mother's cunt slit. His lips followed, pressing against the fleshy rims of her cunt. Then he burrowed until his face was clasped by her thighs, and his nostrils were filled with pussy hair.
It was a 69 between parent and child-Carol sucking her son's cock, and David eating his mother's cunt.
The fucking and sucking couldn't go on for long without some strong coming. It was only a question of which partner would climax first.
It was, as it turned out, an orgasmic tie.
Just when David's tongue had prodded his mother's cunt into a state of erotic release, his cock erupted in her mouth. Pussy juice and cum flowed simultaneously, mother and son lapping up their fuck juices with greedy hunger.
The climaxes lasted longer than they would have if any other couple had been fucking in 69 position. Carol's pussy seemed to have a hidden well inside of it, and David kept shooting cum from his cock as if he had a faucet between his legs.
Then it was over. Her pussy drained, Carol released David's spent prick from her mouth and toppled from her perch. They both sprawled on the bed, silent except for the deep breaths they traded in the darkness.
"Well, Mom," David eventually said. "I guess I've fucked you about every way there is to fuck."
Carol had to laugh. "Every way?"
"Yeah, you know-fucking, sucking ..."
"You're sure now that we've gone the whole route?" Carol chuckled as she lolled on her back, savoring the surprise she had in store for her inexperienced son.
"What other fucking is there?" David asked uneasily, sensing his mother's amusement.
"You're a smart boy," Carol answered. "Let's see if you can figure it out."
Rolling over onto her stomach, she lay her head on a pillow and drew herself up on her knees. Facing away from David, she pointed her raised ass in his direction.
Seeing his mother in this new position, David was both intrigued and puzzled. Sitting up and scratching his head, he tried to guess just exactly what she was tempting him to do to her.
Now Carol separated her knees as far apart as they would go. This opened the plump halves of her ass so her crack yawned from the tops of her spread thighs to the base of her spine. Her upside-down pussy dripped with her son's leftover cum, while just above, her asshole was as round and red as a ripe cherry.
David thought that perhaps he was expected to dog-fuck his mother's cunt. But Carol reached behind and placed her hand over her pussy to seal it off. Then she let out a long, hissing fart that smelled as sweet to David as anything he had ever sniffed.
"Getting the idea yet, Son?" Carol murmured back to him as he crawled toward her.
She farted again, tapping her vibrating asshole with a fingertip as the pungent vapor escaped.
"Mom, are you, uh, trying to tell me that . . . well, that you want me to-"
"Yes! Exactly what you're thinking!" Carol cut her flustered son off. "Only let me hear you say it."
Carol gripped her asscheeks. Yanked them apart even farther so her son could not miss her asshole.
"Say it!" she demanded. "What do I want?"
David could have no doubt about the nature of his mother's desire any longer. It was obvious what she craved.
"A fuck in the ass," David whispered, peering into his mother's open ass.
"Mmmm-hmmmmm," Carol confirmed. "Your huge cock driving up my tightest fuckhole is what I need from you, son."
"God, Mom," David blurted with concern. "Won't it hurt?"
"It damn well better," Carol answered matter-of-factly. "That's what ass-fucking's all about for a woman."
"And for the guy?" David asked. "What about me, Mom? Am I supposed to enjoy hurting you?"
Carol had to laugh.
"You may not think so now," she said. "But once your big prick's buried up my ass, and I'm screaming that you're ripping me in two, you won't believe how macho you'll feel. That's when you'll stop being just a boy and become a real man."
"Wow, it all makes so much sense when I hear you say it, Mom," David admitted.
"Setting things straight is a parent's duty," Carol chuckled. "Now are you going to fuck me in the ass, or are we going to keep going over it like we were deciding which college you should go to?"
David replied, not with words, but with his hot breath in the split of his mother's ass. He licked Carol from spine to belly, then back up again. Briefly he tongued her shitpit, lubricating her narrow asshole with spit to grease the way as well as he could for the insertion of his rigid prick.
Now, kneeling with his cock in hand, he pressed the head of his prick against the pucker of his mother's asshole. The tip of his prick penetrated, but this mere beginning was hardly enough to satisfy her.
('You've got to shove your prick," she instructed. "Really ram my ass for both of us to get the most out of it."
"Like this, Mom?"
His crotch lurched, thrusting his cock forward so its knob and three or four inches of its shaft entered his mother's tight ass tunnel.
"Mmmrn, yes, you're getting the hang of it, all right," Carol moaned. "Only more. Fuck deeper, harder. Only your whole cock in my ass will do."
David's surged again. Carol's loins quivered as her asshole was shafted by what would have been the entire length of a normal hard-on. Her son's immense prick was anything but normal, though. He still had several inches to go until he'd ass-fucked his mother to his balls.
"Push your prick! Sink it all the way in my cunt!" Carol begged. "Hurt me bad! Make me suffer!"
Gritting his teeth, David channeled his strength between his waist and thighs. His prick made more forward progress, but now it was starting to get tougher. Carol's asshole had turned stubborn. To ass-fuck his mother to the hilt, he would have to resort to a cruel extreme. Dish out punishment as if his cock were a weapon.
"This is it, Mom," he told his mother. "No more Mr. Nice Guy."
"Yes, yes," Carol squealed. "Be an animal! Fuck me as-mean as you can!"
"I intend to," David growled, getting completely into the rough feel of his brutal role.
He hunched over his mother's back, grabbing double fistfuls of her long, brown hair. Then he pulled it, snapping her head back. The leverage this gave him enabled him to jab his crotch forward, hammering his prickshaft like a sharp stake into her shitpit.
Carol reacted violently as those last inches of cock barged home. Her ass was so packed that she could feel every bit of her son's huge prick within her ass tunnel, from the thick root stretching her asshole to the head in her bowels.
"Oh, David! You did it ... did it!" Carol babbled. "Give me your giant cock all the way up my ass!"
"Does it hurt as much as you expected it to, Mom?" David asked.
"Oh, more! Much, much more!'' Carol squealed. "Hurts my ass so much better than even I thought it would!"
"Just wait'll I start to move my cock," David gasped. "You'll swear you have a piledriver up your ass. Hope you're woman enough to stand it."
"Hope you're man enough to keep it up when I start suffering so much, you'll swear you're fucking me to death!"
"I'm on board for the whole trip," David vowed.
"Then fuck me to pieces! If it turns out that way, I'm ready to die!"
"It's your funeral and my pleasure, Mom."
David dropped his hands to his mother's tits, clutching them like handles so their spongy flesh oozed between his gouging fingers. At the same time, his hips rocked, turning his huge prick into a muscular piston within her shithole.
The friction generated by cock and ass started out with sizzling impact and heated up from there. The strokes of David's fucker grew longer with each punishing thrust.
Quickly, a pattern was established in which
David would leave only the knob of his prick inside his mother's ass when he pulled back. Then, abruptly, he would surge forward, slamming his crotch against her asscheeks while his cock-head plunged into the shit which clogged her spasming ass channel.
"You might wish I had by the time I'm finished ass-fucking you," David blustered, enjoying his savage domination.
"Just keep doing what you're doing," Carol gasped. "Only fuck harder, harder!"
David used his fingernails like claws on his mother's tits, piercing her tender tit flesh so blood flowed. He powered a cock-thrust so far up her ass that her insides could be heard rumbling.
For Carol, the pain was intense. If ever she was going to cave in and call it quits, this was time. Instead, she swooned with pleasure and climaxed on the spot.
"Now you're the one who'd better hold on, stud. I'm coming so hard that I don't know if I can control myself!"
Up on all fours, she rocked back and forth, controlling the rhythm of the cock-strokes in her ass. David's balance wavered as his mother took over the fucking momentum. He tried to re-establish his control, but strengthened by orgasm, his mother was too much for him.
Carol bucked with her ass so mightily that her knees temporarily left the bed. David wobbled, then pitched backward when she reared up with the top half of her body and sat on his crotch.
Now, with her son's cock angling straight up in her ass, she swiveled around on top of him so she could face him. He gasped from the twisting of his prick as he writhed on the bottom of the fucking action.
"Okay, it's your turn to suffer some," Carol told her son. "I don't want you to miss out on a thing."
She flattened her hands on David's chest, pushing herself up and down so her asshole slid along the pole of his prick. The fucking was all her show at this point.
"Getting ready to come, sonny boy?" Carol asked.
"Yes! God, yes!" David gasped. "My nuts feel like they're gonna explode!"
"Is that right?" Carol chuckled. Then she stopped moving.
"What're you doing, Mom, trying to drive me crazy?" David croaked. "My prick was ready to blow."
"Like I said-teaching you to suffer," Carol taunted. "It would be too easy to let you come in my ass whenever you feel like it."
"You damn bitch!"
Carol enjoyed her son's anger. Liked being called dirty names.
"What else am I?" she spurred him on.
"Whore! Scumbag!" David fumed.
"Mmmmm, seems to me you deserve a reward for your colorful vocabulary."
She started moving her hips again, applying renewed pressure on her son's prick with her rippling asshole. Once again, she brought him to the brink of the climax which he so desperately required to relieve the terrible stress in his balls.
David's balls churned, his cum rising. That imaginary faucet was being turned in the pit of his crotch. He blotted everything from his mind but the urge to come.
And the result for him was the same as if he had smashed without warning into a brick wall.
This time, his mother stalled his climax with an even more frustrating technique than she had used the first time. Springing abruptly up on her knees, she pulled her ass all the way off his prick, leaving his hard-on twitching in mid-air.
"Hell, I can't stand this!" he rasped. "One way or another, I've got to come!"
Carol had intended to sit back down on her son's prick so the ass-fuck could finally reach its logical conclusion. However, he couldn't wait for her to finish playing her game.
Now it was Carol's turn to be surprised. David pushed her away. His hand went to his cock so he could complete the job of coming by jacking-off.
Her sport unexpectedly interrupted, Carol had to move swiftly if she was going to salvage anything from the fucking action. She was up to the task. As her son beat his prick, she placed her face above his crotch.
She acted just in time. His prick couldn't take much stroking with erupting. Suddenly it was spurting jizz.
The torrent of cum splashed directly in her face. She wagged her head, taking jizz from ear to ear. Then she bobbed, catching jagged trails of cum from her forehead to her chin.
By the time David had emptied his balls, his mother was a creamy mess of jism from the neck up. The only part of her features that was not dripping with cum was her teeth, which she showed in a triumphant smile.
"Wasn't the way I planned it," she told her exhausted son through dripping lips. "But I'm not complaining. I'll take your cum any way I can get it, David."
David looked up at his mother. Her face was a melting mask of fresh jizz. He had been so steamed at her when she had been playing games. But now all was forgiven, for she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"Still mad at me?" Carol asked, then flicked the pink tip of her tongue at the side of her mouth to snag a pearl of white cock-juice.
"No way, Mom. Whatever crazy thing you do, it's all worth it in the end. I might be just a punk kid, but I'm smart enough to know when I've got a good thing going for me."
"Correction. You're no kid anymore," Carol said. "Like I said when I got in bed with you-by the time this fuck was over you'd be a man."
She paused, licking some more cum from her lips.
"And, ooooh, stud. That's just what you are," she sighed. "A man . . . My man!"
Chapter Four
Carol had some serious thinking to do. For years, she had owed her sexual loyalty to her brother, Greg. Now, for the first time, Greg had some serious competition.
"I've got to face it," Carol admitted to herself. "Right now, at least, David is a better fuck than Greg."
She sighed, enjoying the luxury that the problem of too many well hung lovers presented.
"It's hard to believe," she murmured in wonder, "Being swept off my feet by my own son. But, oh, how that kid can fuck! Still, I owe a lot to Greg."
She was considering her options when the phone rang. She answered it, and it was her brother. It made her nervous hearing from him at that particular moment-almost as if he were spying on her.
"Listen," he told Carol. "I've got the afternoon off. I know it's early in the week, Sis, but why don't we get together and fuck?"
"All this glorious sunshine outdoors, and you want to spend the day inside a stuffy motel room?" Carol pretended to tease her brother, while in reality she was buying time to think about what she should do.
Her son was due home from school pretty soon, and she had been looking forward to fucking him all day.
"C'mon, Sis. Don't beat around the bush," Greg said impatiently. "You feel like fucking me today or not?"
"Why, do you have something on the back burner if I don't come across?" she asked, curious.
"I can do all right if I want to," Greg snapped with irritation.
"Then, by all means, go ahead and do it!" Carol impulsively blurted. "I don't own you. And you don't own me."
"Well, so that's how it is," Greg said after a long pause.
Carol thought about apologizing, but she didn't, waiting out her brother in stony silence.
"Okay, if that's the way you want it," he finally said. "There's only one thing to say, I guess. Go to hell, Sis!"
Greg hung up with an angry clang. When she set down the phone, Carol realized that this was the first time she had turned down fucking her brother since she could remember.
Before she could regret what she had done, she heard footsteps from outside. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was already after three.
"School's out," she whispered, her pussy turning warm and sticky at the prospect of fucking her so son.
She looked quickly through the window. David's car was parked in the driveway. Her cunt tingling, she waited with excitement, for the door to open.
Carol was disappointed. Instead of greeting her son, she found herself eavesdropping on the harsh words of an argument on the front porch that filtered into the living room. It turned out that David was not alone, after all. He was out there in some kind of hassle with his sister, Julie.
"Don't brush me off, David," Julie snapped. "You can't afford it. I may not know everything yet, but I know enough to cause you plenty of trouble. Now, unless you want the neighbors listening in on this shit ..."
"All right, already," David said nervously. "Let's go inside. Just keep your mouth shut, though, if Mom's at home, okay?"
Carol saw the door knob turn. Her curiosity mounting, she backed in the darkness of the hallway so "She would be out of sight when her children entered the house. Seconds later, David and Julie were in the living room, calling for her. She didn't answer, letting them believe they were alone and safe to settle their dispute.
"Okay, Sis, just exactly what is this all about?"
"You know. Last night," Julie said. "You had somebody in your room. In bed with you, fucking. I heard it through the wall."
"Heard what?" David gulped.
"Fucking!" Julie forcefully stated. "And if I can't pick it out, nobody can."
"That's for sure, you tramp," David hissed.
"Except that I've never had the guts to fuck somebody right in my own room. Not in the middle of the night with mom and dad right down the hall. God, what nerve! Who was she, David?"
"What do you really want?" David said, not bothering to deny his sister's charge. "Blackmail?"
"I don't really know what I'm after," Julie admitted. ((I just know that I've had one thing on my mind ever since last night. Something that kind of embarrasses even me. Been thinking about it all day. Care to guess what it is?"
David didn't reply.
"Your cock." Julie took a deep breath and answered her own question. "Isn't that a kick? It never made any difference to me one way or another if you could even get your prick up. Not until last night. Then, when I heard all that moaning and groaning, the springs squeaking from your room, everything changed for me as far as you're concerned."
Julie breathed deeply a second time, deciding whether to go on. She did.
"I'll tell you the truth," she continued. "Whoever you were fucking, I envy her. If you weren't my own brother, I might ..."
"Might what?" David challenging his sultry sister.
"Don't tempt me," Julie warned. "That is, unless you're prepared to come across."
"You wouldn't dare. Sis."
"Try me."
"I ought to," David snapped. "It would serve you right if I called your bluff and fucked you."
"Now's your chance," Julie answered, bolder each time she spoke.
"You got it, Sis!" David blustered.
His hand blurring toward his crotch, he jerked his fly down. The white cotton of his jockey shorts filled the space at his open zipper with a tightly packed cock bulge.
"This is your last chance to stop me," David told his sister.
Julie said nothing. She just grinned.
David popped open his jeans so they fell down his hips. There was a curved swelling of cockmeat in the pouch of his shorts as he slipped his fingers under the elastic waistband.
An outward pull and a downward tug, and the dark clump of David's cock hair showed. The exposure of his prick was just a hand-movement away.
Now Julie spoke.
"Let's see your prick," she said. "C'mon, show me your . . . great ... big ... cock."
David's shorts dipped past the crucial level. There was no turning back now. His prick, now solid as rock, jutted into the air.
"Oh, my God!" Julie blurted out with excitement. "Are you hung!"
"Yeah. Guess I am at that," David said.
"I've never seen such a big cock!" Julie gasped. "And I've seen plenty."
She laughed.
"Looks like I've been wasting all my time on all those so-called studs on the football team," she told her brother. "All along, the cock of my dreams has been right in my own backyard."
She dropped to her knees before her brother as if she were worshiping at the shrine, of his cock and balls.
"Whoever said the grass was always greener on the other side of the fence?" she sighed.
And then, Julie Stewart grabbed her brother's mighty hard-on and folded her trembling lips over his knobby prick head.
No longer shy about what was happening, David urged: "Suck my cock, Sis! Suck my prick! All the way down, and before you know it, I'll be coming in your mouth."
"Mmmmm, talk about an offer I can't refuse," Julie slurped. "If your jizz is half as sweet as your cock is big, I'm gonna be the thirstiest girl in the world."
This said, Julie swooped down on David's long prick. Taking his whole cock in her mouth was a large order, but she was up to the task. By the time she glanced up for her brother's approval, she had deep-throated his twelve inches of prick meat to the hilt.
"Jeez! That was fast. Looks like you deserve a bonus, Sis, for eating my cock all the way down on the first try."
David began rolling his hips. His jerking crotch propelled his prick back and forth between his sister's lips. She reacted with increasing suction so that spit dribbled down her chin.
"This ain't no blow-job," David crowed, grabbing tufts of his sister's long, blonde hair so he"
could jerk her face back and forth over his cock. "No doubt about it. What I'm doing, Sis, is flat-out fucking you in the mouth."
Julie couldn't speak with so much cock to eat, so she just kept sucking. Her wet cocksucking noises filled the room.
Lurking at the entrance of the darkened hallway, Carol Stewart heard and saw her teenaged children violating society's strictest taboo. Incest. A mother's nightmare under normal circumstances. However, she could hardly be classified as a typical parent in this situation. Not when she had fucked her son before her daughter had fallen under the spell of his huge cock.
The emotion Carol experienced was not shock, but jealousy. She was far less a heartbroken parent than a spurned lover. She had been confident that David's beautiful prick was her own special property. Now, she found herself in sexual competition with her own daughter.
"Damn that little tramp!" Carol cursed Julie under her breath. "She's got boys crawling all over her. Why can't she leave David's cock for me?"
Carol wished she could just barge in on Julie and David and put a stop to what they were doing the way she used to do when they were younger and misbehaving. But it wasn't that simple. There was no way she could deny that she was equally as guilty as either of her children. To force the issue, she determined, would be just too risky.
"All I can do right now is look," Carol concluded in frustration, promised herself she would recapture David's loyalty as soon as she had the opportunity.
Having made her decision, there was plenty for her to watch. David's cock-thrusts down his sister's throat had forced the girl to the floor, where she sprawled flat on her back. He ground his crotch against her cheekbones, his prick fucking her mouth brutally.
"Can't keep this up for long without coming!" David panted.
Julie lifted her legs and wiggled her toes in anticipation, wordlessly showing her hunger for her brother's jism. Then she clamped one of her brother's asscheeks with each hand, digging into the crack of his ass to tickle the base of his balls with her fingertips.
"Oh, Christ, I wish that was me." Carol winced with envy while she watched her daughter preparing herself for a bellyful of David's hot cum.
"It's gonna happen, Sis," David rasped after a couple more surges of his prick. "Gonna shoot jizz in your mouth."
He swallowed a gust of air, then supported himself with extended arms as the muscles in his stomach rippled just above his sister's face. His spine snapped, his ass bobbed, and his balls bulged at the root of his buried cock. There was no doubt about it-he was coming.
Carol tried to look away as her son's prick unloaded in her daughter's sucking mouth. But she couldn't help watching. They were beautiful kids, she had to admit, their fucking a form of poetry in motion.
So Carol saw Julie's cheeks balloon with David's gushing jism. And she wondered if Julie would be able to drink all his cum down.
"You can do it, baby," Carol heard herself whisper encouragement in spite of her jealousy of her cock-sucking daughter. "C'mon, Julie. Swallow his cum."
For a moment, it seemed as if Julie might fail. Her brother's volume of jizz looked as if it was too much for her to deal with. But then the girl started to gulp. Her swollen cheeks started shrinking as his cum slid down her throat.
By the time David had finished draining his balls, his sister was in command. She tugged at his spent prick with her teeth, lips and gums, while fingering his nuts to squeeze out an extra few drops of fuck juice.
"Whoa, Sis!" David cheerfully protested. "You're eating me alive. There's plenty more cum where that came from, but you've gotta give my cock a chance to recover from fucking you in the mouth before it can get back into action."
('Sorry,'' Julie gurgled after releasing her brother's shiny, red prick. "I just get awful greedy when I taste jizz as sweet as yours."
As she spoke, unswallowed cum trickled from the corners of her mouth. She realized how messy she was and laughed, spraying the air with a fine mist of his jism.
"You said you needed a chance to recover," she teased her brother. "Recover for what?"
"Do I really have to tell you, Sis?" David teased back, flexing his sticky cock so it lurched back into complete hardness.
"No, I guess not," Julie cooed. "But let me hear you say it anyway, stud. A girl likes to be asked, you know."
David sat beside his sister on the floor and grinned. He had been playing games with Julie almost from the start of their incestuous encounter, and he plainly wasn't about to quit now.
"No, Sis," he leered. "You ask me. In fact, I think I want you to beg me."
Julie looked at him, weighing her pride. It didn't take her long to think it over.
"Why not?" she giggled.
Quickly she undressed herself. Then, nude, she pivoted around toward her brother with her knees lifted. Her thighs were spread, her hands on either side of her crotch, fingering her pussy lips wide open.
"Fuck me, David, fuck me!" she shamelessly pleaded.
"Good girl," David chuckled with satisfaction. "If I'm gonna fuck a tramp, I sure as hell expect her to act like what she is."
"Then you've come to the right place," Julie swooned, flexing her cunt in the direction of her brother's jutting prick. "Stick your cock in me. Let me find out what it's like to be fucked by a cock as big as yours."
David rose to his knees. His prick was in his grip-a weapon. Clearly, there would be nothing gentle about his approach. He would stab his rigid cock meat into his sister's pussy, hurting her with his mighty thrust.
"Fuck me rough!" she cried stretching the split of her cunt open even wider.
David moved in for the kill. The head of his cock passed through the pink gates of his sister's pussy. He set his hips. Veins and muscles twitched in his crotch. His balls churned in their tightening sac.
Then came his shove, powering his prick into the depths of his sister's fuck-hungry cunt. Deeper and deeper he penetrated. When his loins slammed against his sister's upper thighs, there was no more give. His prick was buried a foot deep in her tight, wet pussy.
"Oooooh, your cock's even better than I expected," she moaned in response. "As big as your cock looked out in the open, it seems even bigger when it's jamming my cunt. If you don't split my pussy in two, I'll be surprised."
David began jerking his prick back and forth in his sister's clutching cunt. The friction generated by cock and pussy was prime from the first fuck-stroke. With her ass squirming, she wrapped her long legs around her brother's torso, holding on for a great fuck.
Still eavesdropping from the shadowy hallway, Carol watched her children fuck. From her vantage point, she could see David's prick pumping in and out of his sister's cunt, the girl's pussy lips tugging his prickmeat with each thrust.
Carol was too turned-on to be able to stand being a mere spectator any longer. As her children satisfied their lust, her own erotic needs demanded attention.
"Oh, my damned horny pussy," Carol moaned.
Her hand found its way under her skirt, clawing at the crux of her wet cunt. Inside her panties, her fingers entered her cunt gash. Her fuckhole was hot and spasming to the touch, welcoming the penetration by rippling all the way up into her womb.
Carol climaxed on the spot. As she came, her legs turned to jelly, and she slumped to the carpet. There she knelt, forcing all five fingers within her stretching pussy. Then she made a fist, inserting it to her wrist. Pussy juice ran down her forearm, trickling all the way to her elbow.
Although Carol tried to calm down, her fist independently kept fucking her cunt, prolonging her climax. Feeling an orgasmic scream coming on, she stuffed her free hand into her mouth just in time to stifle her outcry. But the price she had to pay to maintain her silence was high. Biting down on her knuckles, she pierced the skin until she could taste the salty warmth of her own blood.
In the meantime, unaware of their mother's presence, David and Julie continued fucking without restraint. David's big prick was driving deeper in her pussy with each lurch. Hammering. Pounding. Each cock-thrust was accompanied by a loud squish from her juicy cunt.
"Have you come yet, Sis?" David asked with a grunt as he hilted his twelve-inch prick in his sister's spasming fuckhole.
"No," Julie answered. "Not yet."
"Why not?" David asked, remembering how his mother had started coming almost immediately when he'd fucked her. "Aren't I fucking you good enough?"
"No problem there," Julie chuckled at her brother's modesty. ((I could've come a dozen times already if I'd wanted to. But I've been holding back as hard as I can."
"What for, Sis? Don't you want to get off?"
Julie pulled her brother's head to her chest, pressing his face between her tits. Then she craned her neck forward so she could whisper in his ear in the sultriest way possible.
"Of course I want to come. More than anything," she purred. "But I'm waiting for you, stud. Wanna make it happen for both of us at the same time. So when you shoot your wad in my pussy, I give you back as good as I'm getting. Like we're the same person for as long as it lasts. Can you dig it?"
"Mmmmmmmmm, you better believe it!" David declared, captivated by his sister's fucking technique.
"But I can't hold off much longer," Julie warned, squeezing her tits against her brother's burrowing head. "The quicker your prick lets go in my cunt, the better it'll be for both of us."
"Enough said," David assured his sister. "I'm in the groove."
His hips gyrating, David twisted his hilted cock in the vise of Julie's cunt. Her ass jerked up from the floor, the cheeks clenching in the air.
"Hurry, David, hurry!" she panted. "Come now . . . now . . . or I'll have to get off by myself, 'cause I've reached the end of my rope."
"No problem," David puffed, hugging his sister while his crotch strained between her clutching thighs. "I... I'm. .. yes ... I'm comiiiiing!"
"Oh, shit, and so am I!" Julie whooped as the rushing jism scalded the depths of her climaxing pussy. "Coming so hard! Like nobody's ever made me come before!"
"Don't know where I'm getting all this jizz," David wheezed when his cock kept spurting cum after it should have normally quit. " Jizz just keeps shooting out of my prick into your cunt, Sis."
"Mmmm, you don't have to tell me that," Julie gasped. "My pussy can't hold it all. Your cum's already leaking out, and your prick's still in business."
"Hope you don't mind a mess, Sis."
"The more cum the better. Don't worry, I'll put it to good use."
"One more blast," David grunted.
He reared up from the waist, gritted his teeth, and pinched off the last burst of jizz from his cock. Julie took his cum deep in her pussy with a squeal of pleasure, kicking her legs Over her brother's head.
Then it was over. Over, that is, except for Julie's final flourish.
She gently pushed her brother away so his prick popped out of her sloppy pussy. Then, her legs spread in his face, she put her hand to her gooey pussy and smeared the leaking cum from thigh to thigh, then from her belly to her asshole.
"I just love it," she sighed, "when somebody comes in my cunt so much that my pussy overflows. When I spread the extra jizz all over me, it feels like liquid silk on my skin. I feel so beautiful."
She had each of her cum-soaked hands on her tits now, rubbing thick fuck cream into the flesh of her jiggling tit mounds. Then she sucked her sticky fingertips as if they were covered with cake frosting.
"You're right, Sis. You are beautiful!" David readily agreed.
His cock loomed from his crotch, harder than ever. Clearly, he was ready to fuck his sister all over again. And she was more than willing as she reached for him with her legs and murmured something about trying his big cock in her ass.
This, at last, was enough for Carol. She had spied on her children as long as she could stand it. If she couldn't keep them from fucking, she could at least quit torturing herself by watching them go at it.
She stole down the hallway toward the kitchen and left the house by the back door, with Julie and David never having known she'd witnessed their fuck session. She circled the yard and started walking when she reached the sidewalk, not knowing where she was going.
"Got to think. Got to think," she kept repeating to herself while she wandered the streets.
However, try as she might, she couldn't make sense out of anything. Finally, the only thing she could decide on was her need for a drink. When a bar's neon sign winked invitingly at her, she went inside.
"A lot of drinks," she promised herself as she entered the boozy gloom.
Chapter Five
Carol was halfway through her fourth vodka martini when she heard his voice. Glancing over from the booth in which she slumped, she saw him sitting at the bar telling anybody who'd listen what he thought of women. That they were all bitches no man could trust. No damn good.
It was her brother Greg. She winced, knowing that he was really complaining about her to this roomful of strangers. Letting off steam because she'd stood him up today.
"C'mon, mac, pipe down, the bartender said, trying to keep Greg in line. "We all got our problems, you know. Yours ain't no worse than no one else's in this dump."
"Aw shit, gimme a drink then," Greg slurred.
The bartender looked him over. "I dunno," he said with narrowing eyes. "You act like maybe you had your share of booze somewhere else."
"What if I have?" Greg blustered. "It's a free country. Man can be drunk or sober as he pleases."
"Not quite, buddy," the bartender snapped. "There's a law against serving people who're already drunk, and it looks like to me you fill the bill. I got a license to protect. Besides, clowns like you are bad for business. I let you run your mouth, and this place'll clear out like somebody yelled fire. Why don't you just take a walk, pal?"
Greg leaned across the bar so he was jaw to jaw with the bartender. "You and who else's gonna make me leave?"
"You're tempting me, chump, really tempting me," the bartender hissed, clenching his fists. "Nothing I'd like better than kicking your ass around the block."
"Just try it, shithead," Greg challenged. "No, no," the bartender reined himself in. "I ain't stayed in business this long doing everything I'd like to do. So you just sit right there, mac, and keep shooting your face off for as long as it takes for the cops to get here. I'll let them take care of you. After all, hell, what'm I paying 'em off for in the first place?"
The bartender went to the phone to call the police. Greg sat there and thought about his next move. Everybody else in the bar watched and waited, anxious for the disturbance to end so they could go back to their silent drinking.
In the latter group was Carol, hoping that her brother wouldn't spot her before the cops arrived to haul him away. All she needed, she cautioned herself, was the nerve to sit tight, and it would all be over soon. She was wrong;
Greg slid from the bar stool and lurched towards the men's room. He passed Carol's booth. She tried to blend with the shadows, but there was something in her brother's expression when he briefly looked her way that made her blood run cold.
Staggering on to the John, Greg went inside to take a leak. When he came back out, his face was etched with thought, as he tried to make some sort of mental connection. He shuffled forward, then stopped, staring toward Carol's booth. If it was possible for a man to sober up immediately after an afternoon of steady drinking, he'd just done it.
"Christ, he's recognized me," Carol whispered in a tiny voice. But it was so quiet in the bar that, everyone heard her.
"Bitch!" Greg hollered, charging the booth like an enraged bull.
Carol jumped up and started to run. Her brother chased her. Just then, a couple of cops came through the door. Carol darted between them, causing them to sway. Before they could regain their balance, Greg charged into them and knocked them down, then disappeared in pursuit of his fleeing sister.
Running along the street, Carol called to passers-by for help. They either ignored her or looked at her as if she were crazy, even with Greg hot on her heels.
Carol spotted an alley and took a chance that its darkness might conceal her while she slipped over to the next street. She ducked into it and quickly realized her mistake. The other end was walled off, leaving no escape. And when she turned around toward the entrance, there was her brothers familiar form blocking the only way out. She was trapped.
"I know you're in there, Sis," Greg rumbled. "Yes sir, got you right where I want you to teach you the lesson you deserve for not fucking me this afternoon. Don't think I haven't figured out that you were cheating on me. And now you're gonna pay."
Carol said nothing, cowering in the black corridor as she realized her brother was out of his head with jealousy.
"Who was he, Sis?" Greg seethed. "Whose cock did you want to suck and fuck more than mine?"
Carol knew there was no reasoning with her brother. All she could do was make a break for it and hope to catch him off balance so she could get by him.
She charged. But it was futile. Carol might as well have headed the opposite way and run into the brick wall at the other end of the alley. Greg stopped her cold, gathering her up in his arms so her feet left the ground.
Carol kicked and struggled. Greg laughed bitterly at her.
"Go ahead, fight me, Sis," he rasped, his breath sour with cheap whiskey. "It'll just make what I plan to do to you more interesting."
"Wha-what's that?" Carol stammered.
"Rape hell out of you," Greg said with icy menace. "How's that sound, Sis? Ought to put some sense in you. Remind you that I can fuck you anytime I want to. 'Cause, Sis, I own you. Have ever since we were kids. Own you!"
He shoved Carol away so she landed in front of him, her legs spread from the impact of the fall. He stuck his foot under the hem of her skirt and flicked it up so her yellow panties and pale thighs shone in the early evening moonlight.
"Show me your pussy, Sis," Greg commanded. "Give me a hard-on."
"Go to hell!" Carol spat in a sudden burst of courage. "It's over between us, Greg. You've seen my pussy for the last time."
Carol clamped her thighs together so violently that her knees knocked.
Without hesitation, Greg kicked her. She rolled in the dirt to get away and stacked up against a wall. Her brother grabbed a fistful of her skirt and tore it away. Then he did the same thing with her blouse.
In her bra and panties, Carol huddled in stark fear with her panting brother looming over her. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. His prick wasn't stiff, but it didn't need to be for what he had in mind at the moment.
"Bet you're awful dirty, tossing around in the ground like that," he told his cringing sister. "You could do with a bath, huh?"
Greg aimed his prick at his sister. Even in the darkness there was a glint at his prick tip. She heard a hissing sound just before she was struck by the liquid jet from above.
Greg was pissing on her.
Humiliated by her brother's sadistic act, Carol was robbed of her last shred of resistance. She just sobbed and took it, as the man who had been the love of her life for all those years, degraded her beyond endurance with a shower of piss.
Then it was over. Carol was a dripping mess, her drenched flesh steaming in the night air from her brother's warm piss.
Greg reached down, grabbing a fistful of her long hair and pulled her to her feet. His cock was suddenly hard, jabbing into her belly.
"Now strip the rest of the way down for me, Sis," he ordered.
Defeated, Carol unhooked her bra. When her tits spilled loose, they felt flabby and ugly to her. Slipping out of her panties, she had the sensation that her cunt was a triangular brand of shame between her legs. Her brother had succeeded in making her hate everything about her that made her a woman.
"Now we both find out what rape is like," Greg leered. "It's the one way we've never fucked, Sis. Almost like we were both cherry again."
Greg guided his cock between Carol's quivering thighs. The head of his prick found the slit of her cunt, and he stabbed inside. Then he was driving, bracing himself against her tits while he jammed his prick in her cunt.
She could feel him entering her pussy inch by inch, and she thought she might faint. But she didn't, missing out on the unconsciousness she would have welcomed.
Greg's cock was hilted. Carol felt his prick throbbing in her pussy, then fucking back and forth. He was breathing heavily in her ear, smelling and sounding like a filthy beast.
"You love my prick, and you know it," Greg told his sister. "I'll keep fucking you until you're coming so hard, you can't stand it. You'll be begging me not to stop fucking!"
Carol's stomach turned at the very thought that she might climax as a result of what her brother was doing to her. He could fuck her until hell froze over, she vowed, and she would never feel anything but disgust.
However, Carol did not reckon with the conditioned reflexes of her cunt. Too many years of thinking with her pussy when she was with her brother had left their mark. All those nerve endings and blood vessels and pressure points within her pussy combined to have a mind of their own, independent of her brain when it came to the familiar thrusts of his cock.
"You feel that heat inside your cunt, don't you, Sis-no matter how hard you try not to?" He continued to fuck his sister's cunt with one hilted surge of his long prick after another.
"Yes, damn you, yes," Carol tearfully admitted, hating her uncontrollable weakness for her brother's charging prick.
Greg laughed with triumph at the success was having as a rapist. Then, abruptly, he withdrew his cock from her pussy.
With the unexpected removal of her brother's prick from her cunt, Carol knew that she should be relieved. But, instead, she was struck by the aching emptiness in her pussy. Her pussy yearned to be filled with prickmeat again. Her senses craved the release an orgasm would provide.
There was no denying the truth any longer. She wanted to be raped.
"You have to beg me for it, Sis," Greg responded to her silent desperation. "Out loud. Beg me to start fucking you again."
Carol tried, but after several false starts, all she could produce was a weak whimper, "Let me hear it!" Greg demanded.
He clawed his fingers into Carol's tits and shook her. Down below, his cock-head rubbed maddeningly against her clit at the summit of her painfully empty cunt.
A torrent of sick desire welled in Carol's throat like vomit. All at once she was screaming.
"Rape me! Rape me!" she howled, consumed by her own degradation. "Nothing else matters but your cock in my cunt! I've got to be fucked!"
"That's the Carol I know," Greg crowed with satisfaction. "A bitch in heat."
"Anything you say," Carol gasped with erotic desperation. "Just give me your cock back in my cunt, please . . . please fuck me."
But Greg was still playing his games.
"You know how a bitch in heat gets fucked, don't you, Sis?" he persisted with his taunting. "From behind. She's up on all fours, with her ass in the air. Her pussy upside-down, all red and puffy, and slimy."
Greg paused to laugh, thoroughly enjoying n himself.
"Yeah, Sis. What you do to a bitch in heat is dog-fuck her!"
Carol needed no further prompting. The dust in the alley kicking up in her face, she dropped to her hands and knees, her ass toward her brother. Spreading her flanks, she flexed her rear-spread cunt and felt the leaking pussy juice trickle down her inner thighs.
"Now we're in business!" Greg whooped.
He moved in behind his hunching sister, laying his hands on her hoisted ass cheeks as he shot his rigid cock up her cunt. Penetration was quick and deep. Ten inches of prick up her .cunt on the first slam.
"Bark, bitch, bark," Greg demanded as he began working his cock in her pussy.
Carol whimpered like a suffering animal. In her mind, she pictured herself as some small breed of dog-a toy poodle came to mind-being fucked by a Great Dane. The image disgusted and thrilled her at the same time, matching perfectly with the agony and ecstasy she experienced from the ripping surges of her brother's huge cock in her tight cunt.
The fucking action continued non-stop, thrust after thrust after thrust. The channel of Carol's cunt felt rubbed raw by the constant movement of Greg's pistoning hard-on. She had never been fucked so brutally, so savagely. Never felt so dirty and misused.
However, it was all worth it for Carol with the arrival of the magic moment she had been waiting for. She came, climaxing with violence surpassing anything her brother was doing to her. And from there on in, she was not being degraded in a filthy alley, but wrapped in the orgasmic glow of some kind of heaven on earth.
Greg had predicted earlier that he would fuck his sister to the point where she was coming so much, she would beg him not to stop fucking. Now that happened as Carol strained to keep her climax blazing as long as possible.
"Fuck me harder . . . harder . . . harder," she urged her brother in broken gasps. "Hard as you can! Don't quit for anything!"
Grabbing hold of his sister's dangling tits, Greg used his improved leverage to stab his cock into her cunt as if he were outfitted with a dagger between his legs.
Her pussy feeling wounded, Carol shuddered with sweet pain. Greg fucked in hard again. She whimpered as her orgasm reached a new peak.
"Oooooh, that's it," she moaned to her brother. "Punish me. Fuck me so hard that my pussy bleeds!"
"Believe me, Sis, I'd do it if I could," Greg answered. "But this rape business is a two-way street. The more I make you come, the nearer I get to coming too. Can't hold off the pressure in my balls much longer."
"Then shoot your wad, damn it, shoot it!" Carol responded impatiently. "If I can't come forever, the next best thing has got to be a cunt full of your hot jizz."
"You got it, Sis," Greg grunted.
He moved his hands up from his sister's tits to pull her hair as if he were tugging the reins of a bucking horse. She gave him a ride. His cock twisted in her whipsawing cunt as her hips thrashed.
"Come! Come, you bastard!" Carol cried. "Come in my cunt!"
"Yeah, Sis ... oooooh, yeah," Greg groaned with orgasmic release as his cock blew.
Belching hot cum at the core of Carol's cunt, Greg's prick erupted like a miniature volcano. Carol's climax was only heightened by such sizzling impact in her pussy, and she rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, banging her head against the brick wall in front of her.
Greg held on to his frenzied sister as long as his cock unloaded jism-in her cunt. But once his balls were drained, he relaxed just enough to be tossed from her bumping back, and he sprawled in the dirt.
Her brother's prick no longer filling her pussy, Carol slowed down like an electronic toy with dying batteries. Her fucking movements became lazier and lazier. Then she came to a stop, sighed deeply, and collapsed face-down on the ground.
There she lay, with Greg slumped alongside her. For a long while, brother and sister remained in this exhausted silence, the rape over.
Finally, as though waking from a dream, Carol lifted herself on her elbows and looked around the dingy alley. When her gaze settled on her brother, she stared at him long and hard before she spoke.
"Just look at the two of us," she sighed to Greg. "After all these years, this is what it's come down to. Wonder what Mom and Dad would say if they could see us now."
"If they weren't dead already, this'd kill them," Greg answered with black humor.
"What now?" Carol asked, questioning herself as much as her brother.
Greg sat up, studying his naked sister as the reality sank in that things could never be the same between them after he had so savagely raped her.
"I don't know what's down the road for us," he said. "After what I did to you, Sis, guess I couldn't blame you if you never wanted to see me again, let alone fuck me."
"No!" Carol protested. "Don't say you're sorry. You were right in the first place. "I did cheat on you, Greg. I did fuck someone else."
"Who?" Greg blurted, unable to control his curiosity.
"David," Carol confessed in a rush before she could change her mind about coming clean.
Greg turned pale at the mention of his nephew's name.
"Yes, I fucked him," Carol said. "I fucked my own son."
If Greg had reared up again in jealous anger and started brutalizing her again. Carol would have understood. However, his response was calm and reasoned.
"This had to happen some day, I suppose," he concluded. "So don't blame yourself, Sis. After all these years of fucking your own brother, it was only logical that you'd be attracted to your son when the time was right. Once you're used to it, flesh and blood is the biggest fucking turn-on of all. I ought to know."
Carol thanked her brother for understanding. "What about you, Greg? If you had a daughter, and she was David's age now, would you fuck her?"
"If she'd have me," David admitted. "To be honest, I just don't think I'd be able to resist fucking a daughter. So I guess that makes us even, huh, Sis?"
"Not quite, Greg," Carol said. "I've still done you dirt. Still owe you one."
"What are you getting at, Sis?" an intrigued Greg wanted to know.
"Why does what's happened have to be the end of everything?" Carol replied. "This could all be just the beginning."
"You're going to have to come to the point."
"In the beginning, there was just me and you. We were the only family each of us had after Mom and Dad were killed. But now there are more of us. No reason not to broaden our horizons ..."
"Jesus Christ!" Greg cut in as he started to get his sister's drift. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
Nodding, Carol continued. "You don't have a daughter you can fuck, Greg-but you do have a niece. And she's just a gorgeous girl."
"Julie?" Greg gasped his niece's name. "You expect me to-"
Now it was Carol's turn to interrupt. "She's a hot one. If we worked it right, she'd fuck her favorite uncle. I guarantee it. Are you game?"
Words failed Greg. But his cock sprang to full hardness as he thought of his beautiful, blonde teenaged niece with her long legs spread before him.
"Mmmmm' I think we're in business," Carol said, looking at her brother's twitching hard-on.
"Okay," Greg finally said. "Say Julie and I do fuck. Where does that leave you and me, Sis?"
"Closer than ever," Carol reassured him as she moved toward him. "Want me to show you in advance?"
All at once, she was all over Greg. She pushed him onto his back, smothering him with kisses. Straddling his hips with her sleek thighs, she lowered her crotch to catch his stiff prick so it rubbed against her damp pussy.
"If you're going to fuck Julie," Carol whispered in her brother's ear, "we've got to keep you in fighting trim."
"Anything you say, Sis," Greg panted. "Man, I've got to be the luckiest guy in the world."
His sister slipped his cock into her cunt and sat on it so it stood straight up within her pussy channel. Then she rotated her hips, making her prick-filled cunt spasm while she fucked him sitting up.
Greg reached for Carol's lush tits. He squeezed them until her nipples were erect and purple. Then he craned his neck upward and sucked her tit-buds, adding to the pleasure his throbbing cock was already providing in her cunt.
"Ahhh, that's it," Carol sighed. "Suck me ... fuck me. Make me come all over again!"
Greg just kept up what he was doing, so familiar with his sister's erotic responses that he could almost time to the second when her orgasm would hit her. She was true to form, climaxing at practically the exact instant that he predicted she would.
"Sooo gooooood!" she gasped. "Yes, I'm coming as hard as I can!"
"Just keep it up, Sis," Greg grunted. "Before you know it, I'll be coming right along with you. Filling your cunt with hot jizz."
"Perfect," Carol moaned. "Shoot your cum straight up my cunt, stud. End it for us as hot and wet as you can."
Gritting his teeth, Greg pulled the imaginary trigger that unleashed the creamy contents of his balls. His cum hurtled through the barrel of his cock, scalding his sister's pussy as it hit home with repeated blasts.
As Greg's prick erupted within her cunt, Carol felt her orgasm strengthen with each spurt of jism. Then, when the last of his cum had been shot, the fuckers happily embraced, rolling in the dirt as though they had fucked on satin sheets instead of in a grimy alleyway.
It was not only the fucking that rilled brother and sister with such joy. The promise of the future had them in its grip as they both looked forward to what lay ahead. For years, they had only had each other. But now, they had sealed a bargain which would bring the rest of the family into the private world of incest which they had shared by themselves for so many years.
Chapter Six
How to set Julie up to be fucked by her uncle?
This was the question Carol had to answer if her plans for the family were to take root. There could be no slip-ups, she realized. If anything went wrong, the whole scheme would collapse like a house of cards.
And Julie, her mother knew all too well, was a stubborn, headstrong girl. You couldn't just tell her to do something, no matter how good it might be for her. She was the kind who had to be persuaded.
Carol thought over the various means of persuasion available. She kept coming back to one. The boldest option.
"Blackmail," Carol said out loud.
An hour later, after phoning the school with a phony story that there was an emergency at home which required Julie's immediate presence, Carol had her daughter alone in the house with her. Nervous but confident, she was ready to strike.
"Hey, Mom, what's the big deal, dragging me out of class like that?" An irritated Julie wanted to know when she showed up. "Jeez, the cutest guy was making eyes at me in history when I had to leave. This better be important."
Carol reacted with a silent frown, looking as stem as she could.
When Carol finally spoke, she had ice in her voice. "I have something to show you," she told her daughter. "How well you explain it will decide how much trouble you're in."
Carol produced a pair of panties.
"Yours?" she asked Julie.
Julie reluctantly nodded that they were defensively adding: "So what?"
"I found them under your brother's bed this morning/' Carol said evenly, having no doubt that her children had fucked again last night. "And some blonde hairs on David's sheets. Long, straight ones from your head-and short, curly ones from your pussy."
"Get it over with, Mom," Julie said. "Go ahead and accuse me of whatever's on your dirty mind."
"There are a lot of ways I could say this," Carol went on, taking her time despite Julie's impatience. "But I suppose there's no point in being subtle when a mother has a daughter like you."
"Say it then, goddamn you! Say it, you snoopy old bitch!" Julie screamed.
"You've been fucking your own brother," Carol said with stark simplicity. "I'm as sure of it as I am that you're standing there."
The bluntness of her mother's charge shook
Julie more than she wanted to show. But she was a girl with nerve, and she dipped into that inner resource now to try and hold her own.
"If you really think I've been fucking David," she hissed, "then why aren't you giving him the third degree? If it's true we've been fucking, he's just as guilty as I am."
"There's only one tramp in this family, my dear/' Carol calmly answered. "I'm afraid your reputation has caught up with you. Anything that happened between you and your brother was undoubtedly your idea. David's a normal boy with natural instincts. And you're a pretty girl, regardless of being his sister. I'm sure you had no trouble seducing him once you set your mind to it."
"You can't prove a thing," Julie protested.
Carol ignored her. "How did it all start? Did you show him your cunt?"
"No! David took his cock out first!" Julie blurted, then gasped with the recognition that she had just admitted her guilt.
"I see," Carol said. "And now that that's settled, how do you suppose we're going to break the news to your father you've been fucking your own brother? He has to be told, you know."
A rush of mind-bending fear pushed Julie to the brink of hysteria at the mention of her father.
"No, Mom, please . . . please don't tell Daddy that I fucked David," the desperate girl begged her mother. "He'd never understand. You know what he's like when he's mad. He'd beat me to a pulp. I'll do anything you say. Mom, to keep him from finding out about David and me."
Carol's scheme was working splendidly so far. Julie was putty in her hands now, just waiting to be molded. If ever there was a perfect time for Carol to set her daughter up to be fucked by her uncle Greg, this was it.
"Anything, Julie?" Carol said with a grin.
"God, yes ... yes!" Julie cried. "Whatever you want me to do, Mom!"
Carl hesitated a moment, selecting just the right words to bring Greg into the conversation. And it was during this brief period that her tactics were subjected to an instant change.
For, all at once, Julie threw herself in a pleading frenzy at her mother. Suddenly, the woman was holding a frightened child in her arms as the girl sobbed at her breast.
"There, there, darling," Carol automatically soothed, stroking her daughter's golden hair. "We'll work it out, somehow. What your father doesn't know won't hurt him."
Julie raised her head when she heard her mother's promise. With her blue eyes shining with tears and hope, she looked like a frightened angel. Reacting with an uncontrollable impulse, Carol kissed her flush on the lips.
Julie gratefully accepted the kiss from her mother, seeming to melt in her arms. When the kiss lingered, they began French kissing. Carol slid her han^s down her daughter's back and stroked her ass. Julie wedged her thigh between her mother's legs.
"Oooooh," Carol moaned when the kiss was broken. "Something's happening here I didn't expect."
"Something wonderful, Mom," Julie sighed. "I won't lie to you-"
"Yes, darling?" Carol interrupted.
"I want to fuck you," Julie panted with lust. "Want to fuck you as much as I know you want to fuck me."
"I'm no lesbian," Carol objected weakly.
"Neither am I," Julie whispered into her mother's ear as she rubbed her cheek against the side of her face. "But this is different. You're my mother. And I want to show you how much I love you the best way I know how."
"H-how is that?" Carol stammered.
"I want to take off your clothes. See you naked, Mom," Julie crooned. "Have you spread your legs for me and show me your cunt. Then-"
"Yes, yes?" Carol rasped with desire.
"I'll suck your cunt. Eat you. Use my tongue on your pussy," Julie sighed. "Go down on your pussy so good that you'll come right in my mouth, and I can drink your sweet cunt juice."
"Then do it to me," Carol urged. "Hurry up and suck my cunt before I lose my nerve."
Julie reached for Carol's blouse, quickly unbuttoning it. Then she unhooked her bra. When the woman's tits spilled out, her daughter nuzzled her erect nipples while she reached around to unzip her skirt.
The skirt fell to the floor. Naked except for her panties, Carol felt her pussy ache with moist arousal.
"Take me someplace where I can lie down," she told her daughter. "I'm too excited to stand up anymore."
Julie led her mother over to the couch. Then she lowered her into a reclining position and removed her panties.
"Now you're just the way I want you," Julie purred at the sight of her mother's bare body.
Carol raised her knees. Julie parted them so her thighs opened to expose her yawning pussy, drooling with steamy passion.
"Oh, Mom, I love your cunt already," Julie gushed. "Your pussy's just gorgeous. I'm gonna eat it so good for you."
"Wait," Carol said gently.
"What's wrong, Mom?" Julie asked impatiently. "You can't back out now. I'm too damn horny to stop."
"It's not that," Carol said. "It's just that before you do anything, I want you to be naked too. I'm as hungry for your body as you are for mine. Want to see your tits, ass-and especially your beautiful, blonde pussy."
"Mmmm, I can go for that, all right," Julie readily agreed.
She was quickly squirming out of her clothes. Her sweater. Her jeans. No bra-so her sculpted tits bounced free right away. Finally, only a pair of bikini panties needed to go, and these seemed to dissolve with a light touch.
"Like me, Mom?" Julie asked, standing to proudly display her flawless body in the raw. Speechless from the spectacular vision of her i daughter's naked perfection, Carol reached out to caress the girl's tanned flesh. She stroked her tits, her ass, her thighs, breathing harder and harder as her fingertips approached the golden cunt triangle between the girl's sleek thighs.
"Touch my cunt, Mom," Julie urged. "Go ahead. Touch my cunt."
Carol slipped her hand into Julie's beckoning pussy. The girl responded by playfully lifting her foot onto the armrest of the couch so her pussy opened up.
Taking immediate advantage of the invitation, Carol penetrated the spasming warmth of Julie's cunt. Julie wiggled her hips, drawing her mother's fingers even deeper within her cunt slit, then climaxing on the spot.
"That's right, Mom," Julie moaned. "You've got me coming already. That'll give you an idea of how hot you've got me."
When Carol withdrew her fingers from her daughter's pussy, they were sticky with pussy juice. She tasted them, swooning from the sweetness of the honey from the girl's cunt.
"Now it's your turn to come, Mom," Julie said.
She lowered herself between Carol's spread legs, bringing her mouth toward her mother's open pussy. Carol made the target even wider, fingering her pussy lips so they stretched to the hollows of her crotch, and her cunt gash was a glistening pink tunnel.
Julie flicked out her tongue, ticking the flared rims of her mother's gaping cunt. Carol's crotch bucked, lunging for Julie's mouth. But the girl moved back just enough to keep teasing her mother's pussy with her dancing tongue.
"Don't just play with my cunt," Carol said. "Put your whole tongue inside my fuckhole."
"You mean tike this?" Julie chuckled.
She jammed her stiff tongue into the pink chamber of her mother's thrill-hungry cunt.
When she felt her daughter's tongue thrusting into her pussy, Carol squeezed the sides of her pussy together as tightly as possible. The resulting friction matched that of a regular fuck.
"Feels so good," Carol groaned with pleasure. "I won't have any trouble coming at all."
"Then do it, Mom, do it." Julie interrupted her tongue just long enough to urge her mother. "Come in my face."
"You got it, sweetheart," Carol answered. "Hope you're thirsty for pussy juice. 'Cause when I get off, there might be more fuck juice than you can swallow."
Responding to a challenge she could not resist, Julie fucked her mother's cunt to its tender depths with her raspy tongue. The woman's pussy spasmed from its core to its lips, a rippling tunnel of orgasmic promise.
Then it happened.
Carol lifted her ass from the couch, holding on to Julie's head with her clutching thighs. Her belly heaved up and down, and her toes and fingers wriggled, while the air whooshed from her lungs in gusts. All of a sudden, she was climaxing as powerfully as she ever had in her life.
"Ooooh, what a trip!" Carol shrieked. "I'm coming so much. No cock in my cunt ever made me come any more than your tongue's doing, Julie!" Julie increased her mother's orgasmic excitement by finding her clit with her thumb and pressing the magic pussy button to the bone. The result was spectacular. A flood of Carol's pussy juice filled Julie's sucking mouth. The girl gulped it down with slurping greed. This caused her mother's climax to mount even more. Carol's cunt was bleeding fuck honey while her senses went wild.
"What did I do to deserve this?" Carol gasped, "Whatever it was, I've got to keep doing it. Damn it, I'm flying, and I don't ever want to land."
Happy to keep Carol coming as long as she could, the tongue-fucking Julie reached up to her mothers tits. At first, she just stroked her lush pillows of tit flesh. But then, she zeroed in on her nipples, taking them between her thumbs and ^forefingers. Pinching and twisting followed. Carol loved it.
"You know all the right things to do to me, baby," she told her daughter. "I guess only another woman could. I just keep coming and coming."
Julie would have liked to keep her mother climaxing indefinitely, providing herself a steady supply of pussy juice to drink in the process. But all good things must come to an end, she realized. Her tongue was getting so tired that before long it would not be able to do justice to Carol's cunt.
Inevitably, the tongue-fucking action slowed down. Finally, Julie's tongue went limp with fatigue. When she withdrew it from her mother's pussy, she was panting like a dog on a hot August day.
"Can't suck your pussy anymore, Mom," Julie sighed.
Carol was hardly disappointed, even though she was through coming for now. The fun was just beginning as far as she was concerned.
"Looks like we'll just have to switch places, sweetheart," she told her sticky-faced daughter. "Time for you to relax and for me to do all the work."
"Right on, Mom!"
Swiftly, mother and daughter changed places. Now it was Julie lying spread-eagled on the couch, with Carol moving in on her wide-open pussy.
"So blonde ... so beautiful," Carol said, gazing at her daughter's inviting pussy, brushing her face against the girl's golden cunt hair.
Carol took a clump of pussy hair in her mouth, sucking it until the curl was gone. Then she wedged her face solidly between Julie's parted thighs to kiss her cunt.
The lips of Carol's mouth pressed against the rims of Julie's pussy. Moaning with delight, Julie brought her hips into play, grinding her crotch against her mother's face.
Carol responded with a shooting tongue. Testing the sticky warmth of the interior of her daughter's pussy gash, she probed farther and farther until she had penetrated four or five inches deep into her cunt.
"If I didn't know better, I'd bet my life this isn't the first pussy you've eaten," Julie said. "You eat cunt like a bull-dyke, Mom."
Carol had to laugh at what her daughter said, doing so with a mouthful of cunt. The vibrations of her merriment made her tongue squirm like a snake within the girl's pussy.
Her crotch buckling from the rippling effect in her pussy, Julie was already on the verge of coming.
"Push me over the edge, Mom!" she pleaded. "Use your tongue just like a cock in my cunt!"
Carol had never thought of her tongue as muscular. But now she did. She flexed it so it bulged from the root to the tip with power, feeling like she could lift her daughter off the couch with it.
And, indeed, as Carol scooped her tongue inside Julie's cunt, the girl's ass rose and wobbled in the air. She tongue-fucked toward the kill, jamming and pumping.
"I just heard the bells ring, Mom!" Julie gasped. "Now the rockets are going off. In other words, I'm coming . . . God, yes, coming sooo hard!"
Carol pushed her face so forcefully into her daughter's pulsing crotch that the girl's widened pussy lips clasped her cheekbones. Having the sensation that she was eating right through her daughter's cunt, she burrowed farther into her sticky fuckhole.
Wildly climaxing, Julie might as well have had a faucet turned on in her cunt. Her pussy juice practically gushed, spilling into her mother's mouth. And Carol gulped the fuck cream down as fast as it flowed.
"That's right, Mom! Get a bellyful," Julie happily responded to her mother's thirst. "Suck my pussy dry."
The way it was going, though, Carol was going to have a difficult time reaching the goal her daughter had set for her. How could she suck Julie's pussy dry when, with every swallow of cunt juice, it produced a fresh batch of female cum?
Not that Carol was complaining. As long as her daughter kept coming in her mouth, she would keep gulping away. And more.
Now, Carol put her hands to work. They roamed over Julie's naked body. Thighs and asscheeks. Hips and belly. All so firm. So responsive to a mother's caressing touch.
And then, saving the best until last, Carol spread her fingers over her daughter's perfect tits. She rubbed with a circular motion, and the girl's nipples stiffened against her palms.
"Mmmmm, keep doing that to my tits while you're tongue-fucking my cunt, Mom," Julie gushed with increasing lust. "You've got me going upstairs and downstairs now. Making me come twice as hard!"
Carol kept up the pressure. Julie climaxed nonstop. It went on like this until mother and daughter lost track of time. As far as either of them were concerned, they might as well have been fucking and sucking for hours.
Eventually, of course, the suck-session had to end. But just this phase of the action. For Carol and Julie still had urges within them which could only be satisfied in the lesbian way.
"Before we quit, Mom," Julie sighed when the cunt-eating was finally over, "there's one more thing we've got to try. I don't know how well it will work, but, oh God, I want to find out what it's like!"
"Just name it, baby," Carol answered eagerly, crawling on top of Julie so the two of them could press their naked bodies together in a sweaty, full-length embrace.
"Fuck me, Mom!" Julie requested.
"You mean with a candle or something?" Carol asked after a moment.
"No, that would be too much like having a man fuck me," Julie said. "I want you to fuck me with just your cunt. To prove that we don't need anything like a cock to do our thing. Will you, Mom?"
"Oh yes, darling ... of course," Carol panted with erotic anticipation as she solidly wedged her hips between her daughter's spread thighs.
Carol lurched forward, and her cunt smashed against her daughter's. Surging to the same rhythm, their two pussies squished in tandem.
"Oh, Mom, fucking like this is even better than I thought it would be," Julie panted. "I can feel your clit pressing against mine. I'm gonna come so much."
"You're not the only one!" Carol gasped.
Climaxing in the same instant, neither could separate her own orgasm from that of her fucking partner. It was as though they were one, merging into a single body.
It went on, the shared orgasm mounting by the second. Carl and Julie cunt-fucked themselves into erotic hysteria, rocking the couch with their frantic passion.
While their pussies ground together, they mauled each other's tits and kissed with tongue-thrusts that reached to their throats. The air was rank with their cunt scent. The squealing couch-springs provided a background to their frenzied moans.
So it went. Mother and daughter climaxed together, their loins thrashing, their crotches pumping as they found out how gloriously they could fuck with their cunts.
Carol was fucking on top, driving below the -waist as if she owned an invisible cock. And Julie was on the bottom, wrapping her legs around her mother's waist.
It was magic.
But, then, as Carol already knew and Julie was finding out, incest always was.
Chapter Seven
"So that's the way it is," Carol told her daughter at the end of a long, soul-searching confession about her incestuous activities after the sucking and fucking were over. "You aren't the first one in the family I've fucked, and you won't be the last. I'll admit it. I'm hooked on this. But I don't want incest just for me-I want it for all of us. We could be such a happy family if we just got over our hang-ups about fucking each other.
"And I suppose the logical question now is where do I stand, right?" Julie asked after hearing her mother out.
"Well, you've fucked me and your brother already," Carol pointed out. "It seems only natural that you'd-"
"All right, Mom," Julie cut in. "We've already gone too far to play games with each other. Who do you want me to fuck?"
Encouraged by how easy her daughter was making it for her, Carol blurted: "Your Uncle Greg. He wants to fuck you bad, baby."
"Not without being pushed, I'll bet," Julie said knowingly. "You set this up in advance, didn't you, Mom? Promised Uncle Greg you'd deliver me with my legs spread."
"Yes," Carol admitted. "I was going to blackmail you into it. But, then, one thing led to another and changed my plans. So now I'm just asking you to cooperate. It's up to you if you want to fuck your uncle."
"And you're convinced if I do, it'll somehow bring us all closer together?"
"How can I see it any other way?" Carol said with conviction. "My parents were killed while I was growing up. My marriage to your father has been miserable. If it weren't for fucking-first with Greg, now with you and David-I wouldn't know what happiness is. And I want to pass it on to you, darling. If incest has worked for me, there's no reason it won't work for you."
Carol paused, building up steam.
"Can't you see?" she continued. "I'm offering you the greatest ^gift there is. Real love that you show instead of just talking about. Take the ball and run with it, Julie. You'll never regret it. You'll wind up with something people in other families never get near if you go along with me on this."
"Quite a speech, Mom," Julie said, a sly grin creeping across her face. "Just tell me one more thing. Then I'll make up my mind."
Carol nodded for her daughter to ask her question, not knowing what to expect.
However, before she spoke, Julie surprised her mother by breaking into a fit of girlish laughter.
"Uncle Greg," she giggled uncontrollably. "Does . . . does he have a big cock?"
"Oh, yes," Carol sighed with relief as she realized that Julie had been won over. "Your uncle is definitely hung. Once you feel his fat prick in your cunt, you won't look back. I guarantee it."
"Then you've got yourself a deal, Mom," Julie said, "And Uncle Greg's got himself a piece of ass. When do we fuck?"
"The sooner the better," Carol answered, heading for the phone. "I'll get hold of Greg right now."
"Uh, Mom-just thought of something," Julie called. "What about you? What are you going to do while Uncle Greg and I are fucking?"
"Watch," Carol replied without hesitation. "I wouldn't miss this fuck for the world. I'm as excited as if I was going to get fucked myself. It's all right with you if I'm there, isn't it, honey?"
Julie shrugged with acceptance. "Why not? I've always liked being the center of attention, anyway."
Carol made her phone call. Her brother answered in the middle of the first ring. Arrangements were made. It was on for that night.
When evening came, Carol and Julie lied that they were going to a movie. Once they were in the car, they headed for the motel where Greg would be waiting in room 4-B. Anxious to get there, Carol drove fast. Julie, however, was as calm as she could be.
They arrived. Carol asked Julie why she was buttoned up in the long, shapeless raincoat she had been wearing ever since she'd emerged from her bedroom after changing her clothes to go out.
"You'll see soon enough, Mom," Julie said. "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
Leaving the car, they walked to the room and knocked on the door. Greg was all smiles when he answered.
"Here she is," Carol told her brother. "Your favorite niece-signed, sealed, and delivered."
"Hi, Uncle Greg," Julie purred, brushing past her uncle into the room.
She went to the bed, bouncing up and down on it in her raincoat like a ten-year-old.
"Uh, why don't you take your coat off, dear?" Carol suggested, her curiosity growing as to what Julie was concealing beneath the oversized garment.
"Sure," Julie smirked.
She slowly unbuttoned the coat, capturing the fascinated stares of her mother and uncle as her attire was revealed. When the coat was gone, the effect was stunning.
For Julie was dressed like a child. Her pleated skirt, Peter Pan blouse and knee stockings subtracted six or seven years from her appearance. Instead of a young woman, she was a young girl.
Her mother and uncle speechless, Julie stretched out on her side and propped herself up on an elbow, her feet dangling over the edge of the bed. As though she were by herself and daydreaming, she sucked her thumb. She lifted her leg and bent it at the knee.
Her loose skirt fell away from the thigh of her raised leg. Her panties showed. They were simple white cotton. She let her mother and uncle look all they wanted, as if they weren't even there.
Now Julie shifted her slender body again, rolling onto her back. The skirt bunched around her hips, the crotch-band of her panties showing when she lifted both knees and parted her legs.
"Oh, I have an itch," she murmured in a little girl's voice.
She dropped her hand to her cunt, tugging at her panties with a series of little pinches.
"Mrnrnmm, that feels good," she sighed.
Now Julie covered the crotch of her panties with her open hand and rubbed. Her hips squirmed under her lifted skirt, as she sighed from the pleasure she was giving herself.
"Yes," she moaned, "it feels much too good to quit now,"
With her free hand, she unzipped her skirt and pulled it away from her narrow waist. When she removed it, her panties were stained with moisture.
"Wonder what else I can do to make myself feel good?" she wondered aloud.
She slipped her hand inside her panties. The outline of her knuckles bulged in the white cotton as she tested her cunt with her middle finger.
"I'm so wet inside," she giggled.
Then Julie withdrew her hand from her panties and brought her glistening finger to her mouth, sucking it like it was a piece of candy.
"And sweet, too," she slurped after tasting her own pussy juice.
In the meantime, Greg was going crazy watching his niece's cunning performance. He yearned to make his move, but was held back by his sister.
"No, let her finish her little show," Carol advised her horny brother in a low whisper to leave Julie alone for the time being. "She'll let you know when she's ready to fuck."
Greg reluctantly agreed, gritting his teeth to control his frustration. Shifting from one foot to another, he tried to relieve the mounting pressure in his balls.
On the bed, Julie was going a step farther with her act. It was time for the cotton panties to come off. Delicately, she rolled the elastic waistband down-lower, lower. Her uncle and mother waited for the golden hair of her pussy to appear as her panties dipped. They were in for their biggest surprise yet.
The panties dropped as far as they could go without reaching Julie's thighs. And yet, there was still not a wisp of pussy hair in sight. Her cunt mound was as smooth as that of the child she was pretending to be.
Now the panties came away entirely, drawn down her legs and kicked away. Nude from the waist down, Julie lay back and temporarily closed her thighs. Then, as if she were opening a magic door, she slowly parted them again.
A moment later, there was no doubt about the condition of Julie's crotch. It was entirely hairless-light pink and sleek as glass. She had shaved her cunt.
The illusion created by Julie's shorn pussy was magical. It totally completed her transformation into a young girl.
She played with her cunt for awhile, rubbing her puffy cunt slit between her spread legs until it sparkled with fuck juice. She even fingered her asshole. But clearly, she needed more than just her own hand to satisfy her growing passion.
She looked up from the bed, staring at her Uncle Greg as though she had just noticed him for the first time. To complete the impression, she even managed to blush, the way a young girl would if she was caught jacking off.
"Gosh, Uncle Greg, I don't know what came over me," she said, pretending to apologize for her behavior. "Promise you won't tell anybody I've been playing with myself?"
"It's all right, darling," Greg croaked with the special brand of a desire a man can only feel for a youngster.
"It's like I've been having a crazy dream. Like Alice in Wonderland or something," Julie sighed. "Maybe that's what this is, after all. Just a dream. And I'm not really doing anything wrong."
"Yes, yes ... that's it," Greg panted, approaching the bed with the tell-tale cockbulge in his pants seeming to pull him forward. "You can do anything you want in a dream, sweetheart."
"Anything?" Julie giggled. "Gee, I wonder what I should wish for."
Greg took a deep breath and unzipped his pants.
"Try this, honey," he said, fumbling for his cock. "Just look what I've got for you."
His prick sprang into the open, rigid and throbbing. Long and thick, his cockshaft was laced with pulsing blue veins. His prick head was a knobby red crown.
"Oooooh, Uncle Greg, your cock's soooo big!" Julie squealed at the sight of his jutting hard-on. "What are you going to do with it?"
"Let you suck it, baby," Greg answered, reaching the bed. "I'll bet you a box of your favorite candy you can't get my whole cock in your mouth."
"Oh, I can do it easy, Uncle Greg," Julie tittered. "Just watch me."
She took her uncle's prick in her hand and brought the head to her face. Her mouth opened, her tongue flicking out to tickle the tip of his twitching hard-on. Then her lips swooped down, not just a few inches, but several.
Julie swallowed half of her uncle's cock on the first try. Hungrily, she went for the rest. A moment later, his ten inches of prickmeat were deep-throated to the hilt.
"Ann, you did it all right," Greg sighed. "I didn't think such a little girl could eat such a great, big cock. But you're something really special."
Julie pulled her uncle onto the bed with her. She wanted him lying on top of her, his crotch against her face while his huge cock pumped in and out of her throat.
Greg could see by now that this was to be no simple blow-job. His niece expected him to literally fuck her in the mouth. He did.
And, while his hips churned, and his prick fucked her mouth like a cunt, he reached back to finger her pussy. But she pushed his hand away from her cunt. He couldn't figure it out at first, then her motive became clear when she began tugging at his hips.
"She wants a 69," Greg rasped with recognition. "Wants me to eat her smooth little pussy while she sucks my cock. God, what did I ever do to get so lucky?"
Eagerly swiveling in a half-circle, he twisted his cock in Julie's throat and wound up looking down at her smooth cunt mound. Her hairless pussy was so young, so tender-so pink inside its flared lips when she stretched her slender thighs.
Greg lowered his face toward her-sweet pussy. Licking her girlish cunt slit, he found himself dizzy from the taste and immediately craving more fuck cream.
Kissing Julie's cunt, Greg poked his tongue into her warm pussy gash. His penetration was shallow at first, but his niece bucked her hips to tell him she wanted to be tongue-fucked a lot deeper. He gave it to her.
Now the 69 was in full swing. At one end, Julie devoured her uncle's big cock. At the other end, Greg reamed his niece's cunt with his extended tongue. As though excitedly commenting on the action, the bedsprings squealed from the movement.
And then there was Carol. She was only a spectator as her brother and daughter fucked each other, but she was hardly complaining.
"I made this happen," she congratulated herself as she sat in a chair and watched Greg and Julie 69.
"And, God-aren't they just magnificent together. But the best part is that this is only the beginning ..."
She sighed as she thought about all the good times ahead. For the first time since her parents had been killed years ago, she felt a true sense of family.
Then, as if their main function was to put on a show for their one-woman audience, Julie and her uncle started moving and making sounds which signaled they would both be coming before long.
Hope they come together, Carol thought as she looked on. That would be perfect-Julie's cunt feeding pussy juice to her uncle at the same time his deep-throated cock shot out a torrent of jizz.
"Come. Come, you two," Carol whispered her encouragement. "Come in each other's mouths!"
Right on cue, Greg raised his ass in the air, then powered his prick home with a final thrust that slammed his crotch against his niece's face. Her hips buckling at the other end of the sixty-nine, Julie clutched her cunt's head with her thighs while his tongue shafted her hairless pussy.
Their bodies shuddered. The temperature in the room seemed to go up several degrees from the hot passion as the slurping of uncle and niece became almost deafening.
This is it, Carol thought as she leaned forward in her chair to improve her view. No doubt about it.
"Yes, they're coming," she observed while Greg and Julie writhed in their 69 embrace.
And then a strange thing happened to Carol.
Without being touched, she climaxed herself, just from being there in the same room with the incestuous fuckers. In fact, she could not recall ever experiencing a better orgasm than the one which now seared her senses.
Meanwhile, over on the bed, Greg and Julie were finishing up their 69 with a flourish. Their fuck juices had been flowing like wine. Now there was one last burst of jism from Greg's cock that went straight to his niece's belly while her cunt produced one more batch of pussy honey for her uncle to gulp down.
When the climaxes were finished, the two fuckers lifted their sticky faces from one another's crotch. They were both grinning, fuck juice dribbling down their chins.
"What now, stud?" Julie asked her uncle when he climbed off her and knelt by her side. She didn't sound like a little girl any longer.
"Depends on what you've got in mind," Greg answered, his cock still rock-solid despite the amount of cum it had just shot.
"You know exactly what I want," Julie declared. "Your big cock in my cunt!"
Spreading her legs so her uncle's prick was aimed at her wide-open cunt, she shoved a pillow under her ass.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Julie chanted, her thighs quivering with lust as they framed her cock-starved cunt.
Prick in hand, Greg moved in. He fit his cockhead into the slot of his niece's pussy, getting it good and sticky with her fuck juice, then shoved.
"Ahhh, that's it! Drive your cock in me!" Julie urged her uncle. "Give me your whole prick in my pussy right from the start."
Greg jammed his long cock ten inches deep in his niece's cunt. She rewarded him by wrapping her legs around his waist and rocking him between her clutching thighs. Once again, the overworked bedsprings started to squeal.
"Your prick is so huge!" Julie gasped, wiggling her ass so her cunt spasmed from the tip to the root of her uncle's hilted cock. "Is my pussy tight enough for you?"
"Tighter than tight," Greg grunted. "I've never fucked a cunt before that squeezed my cock so good."
Overhearing this on the sidelines, Carol might have been jealous. After all, she had been fucking her brother for years, and now she was listening to him praise someone else's pussy as the best he'd ever fucked. Even more telling, the somone else was her daughter.
But Carol didn't mind in the least. In truth, she was getting almost as much satisfaction from the fucking action on the bed as if she were the one getting fucked. So strong was her identification that her own cunt, although empty, twinged every time her brother treated her daughter's pussy to another cock-thrust.
Eventually, Carol slid out of her chair. Sprawled on the floor, she spread her legs after pulling her dress up and her panties down. As her crotch flexed, her exposed pussy stretched at the rims as if it were being filled by a phantom prick.
When Julie moaned on the bed that she was going to come, Carol realized that she was on the verge of an orgasm too. Then daughter and mother climaxed simultaneously, their moans like echoes of one another.
Having forgotten about his sister for some time, Greg glanced over and was reminded of her presence. There she was-writhing and coming, cunt juice dribbling down her inner thighs.
"Christ, Sis is getting off just from watching us fuck," Greg mumbled to himself while his prick pumped in his niece's spasming cunt; "Hell, it's almost like fucking two women at once."
Then the situation became even weirder. All of a sudden, Carol and Julie started urging him to shoot his wad as if it were possible to fill both their cunts with his jism.
"Strange," Greg said. "But great. God, do I feel like a stud!"
Then to prove it, he jammed his prick to the hilt in Julie's pussy while imagining a symbolic cock-surge in his sister's cunt all the way across the room. The combination of reality and illusion drew a mass of cum from his balls.
"Oh, Jesus, your jizz is so hot in my cunt!" Julie cried.
"Your cum is burning my pussy up!" Carol shrieked Greg's way, despite the fact that she wasn't really getting a drop of her brother's jism in her fuckhole.
Greg's prick kept unloading cum long after it should have normally dried up. And, as long as the cum flowed, both Julie and Carol begged for his jizz-spurting to continue. By the time it was over, Greg felt hollow inside. His nuts were as sore as if they had been squeezed through a wringer, and his prick ached. But he still had a hard-on.
And big ideas.
Why just pretend, he thought, that he'd fucked two women at the same time? Especially when the situation was right to bring it off in reality.
If only he had the balls for it. He decided that he did.
Chapter Eight
"I want to fuck you both," Greg said.
Although they were exhausted from their orgasms, Carol and Julie instantly perked up when they heard this.
"Think you're man enough to fuck two of us at once?" Julie teased.
Greg didn't answer with words. He proudly displayed his tireless hard-on.
"Well, well, looks like we've definitely got something going here," Carol commented, rubbing her cunt while she checked out her brother's throbbing prick from across the room.
"I'm game if you are, Mom," Julie called to her mother from the bed.
"Then let's do it!" Carol declared.
She got to her feet, stripping all the way down as she approached the bed. Hopping aboard, she went straight for her brother's stiff prick. Immediately, Julie joined her. Together, mother and daughter began licking his standing fucker as he lay back and watched the dual action at his prick.
"Oh, yeah . . . way to go, you two," Greg sighed with the brand of pleasure that comes to a man when a pair of female tongues are lapping his rigid cock.
Now Carol and Julie added to the effect they were achieving when each took one of Greg's balls and squeezed it while tonguing his cock. The next time he attempted to speak, whatever he had intended to say surfaced as a long, throaty groan.
It went on like this for awhile, Greg getting hotter and hotter. Obviously, a change in tactics on the part of Carol and Julie was called for. If they continued what they were doing, the prick they were servicing would prematurely erupt in their faces before they had a chance to put it to better use.
"You want to fuck him, Mom?" Julie asked her mother. "I'd say it's your turn."
"Good enough," Carol answered. "But what about you, honey? What'll you be doing while his cock's in my cunt?"
"I'll sit on his face," Julie answered without hesitation. "Take Uncle Greg's tongue straight up my pussy. It may not be as long and hard as his big prick, but it'll be the next best thing to having him actually fuck me. I'll come good enough, don't you worry."
Greg was awed by his good luck as his sister and niece prepared to make his fantasy come true. Two women at once-a pussy to fuck and another to eat. Most men went to their graves without ever fucking so spectacularly.
Carol moved into position first, straddling her brother's cock on her knees. Holding his prick, she eased her cunt down. Then, hesitating for a moment, she brushed his cock-head against her pussy lips.
"C'mon, Sis. Stick my prick in," Greg said impatiently.
"Like this?" Carol purred, dipping down so her cunt swallowed the knob of her brother's prick.
"Yeah," Greg sighed. "But the whole thing. Take my whole cock in your cunt."
"Oh," Carol giggled, pretending she wasn't quite sure what she was doing. "You mean ..."
She didn't finish her sentence, replacing words with action when she bore down with a squeal to jam every inch of his cock straight up her plunging cunt. Then, with a flourish, she wriggled her hips, corkscrewing his hilted prick within her twisting fuckhole.
Greg immediately started fucking back. Raising his ass from the bed, he lifted Carol into the air as if she were in a saddle. The upward fuck-thrust shoved his cock even farther in his sister's pussy, and she celebrated with a happy screech.
After Greg let her down, she said to her daughter: "Now it's time for you to get busy, Julie."
"Right on!" Julie gushed with enthusiasm. "Only one thing. Just know this, Uncle Greg-I'm not taking a back seat to anyone-not even Mom. Your tongue's gonna have to work just as hard in my cunt as your cock's doing in Mom's. Dig it?"
"Shit, yes!" Greg gasped as his naked niece positioned her sleek thighs astride his head so she was facing her mother.
Looking up, Greg could see right up into the pink slash of her looming cunt. Pussy juice dripped onto the bridge of his nose as she slowly lowered her shaved crotch.
Before her cunt reached Greg's mouth, he reached up with his tongue and licked her succulent pussy gash. Hungry for more, he slurped harder at her luscious fuckhole.
Now Julie pulled out all stops. She smashed her cunt against her uncle's face. Grinding her hips, she snagged his tongue and drew it up into the spasming cavity of her hot pussy.
Greg responded with a series of tongue-thrusts. His niece's hips rocked just as if she were being fucked by a surging prick.
"Oooooh, that's the way to fuck me," Julie moaned. "Jab me. Stab my pussy. Ream me out."
Greg did just as she ordered. And at the same time, his cock didn't miss a pumping lurch up his sister's pussy as he simultaneously fucked her while eating out her daughter.
Their cunts being serviced by the same man, mother and daughter were practically mirror images of one another. Their hips rocked to the same tempo, and they leaned forward on top of him so their faces practically touched.
"What a kick this is. Both of us fucking Uncle Greg together," Julie said to her mother. "We've almost got what you might call an orgy going for us.
"Have you ever fucked like this before?" Carol asked her daughter. "You know-I mean fucked with more than one person at once?"
"Sure," Julie casually revealed. "One night, with the starting backfield of the football team." "How'd you manage that?" Carol asked, her eyes wide with wonder.
"Sucked one cock. Took two others in my pussy and ass," Julie proudly explained. "And jacked-off the fourth prick."
"Must have been messy," Carol blurted out. "By the time it was over, I thought I was gonna drown in cum," Julie laughed. "But you know what?"
Carol said she didn't.
"Even fucking all those guys, it wasn't as good as this. "Because it was just fucking that night. None of those dudes meant anything to me. They were just bodies-cocks for me to suck and fuck. There wasn't any feeling besides what I got physically."
"You mean, not like there is with family?" Carol tried to finish what she hoped was her daughter's point.
"Exactly," Julie readily answered. "You were right, Mom. Fucking the people you really dig is the best. It's quality fucking. Thanks for making me see the light."
And then, to show her appreciation, Julie kissed her mother on the lips. Carol responded by shooting her tongue within the warm pocket of her daughter's mouth.
Swiftly, the mother and daughter had added to their soul-kiss by caressing each other's nude body, capping the pleasure they were already experiencing from Greg's efforts down below, where he tongued Julie's pussy and fucked Carol's cunt.
"Believe I'm going to come, darling," Carol murmured to her daughter when their kiss was broken.
"Mmmmm, me too," Julie chimed in. "C'mon, Mom-let's do it together. Get off at exactly the same time."
"Nothing'd suit me better," Carol agreed.
"I'll count us down," Julie suggested.
"Yes, baby, do it ... do it," Carol panted. "We'll come so good together! Like we're the same person."
Julie started chanting backwards from ten. "... Nine . . . eight . . . seven ..."
Speeding up through the middle numbers, she quickly reached three.
"... two . . . one . . . now, Mom, now! Come with me, come with me!"
"Ahhhh!" mother and daughter groaned in a single voice as they climaxed as one.
Their naked bodies writhed, causing their tits to flap. Their hair spilled down their shoulders and they filled the motel room with their throaty cries of sexual release. And through it all, Greg kept them coming with his pumping tongue in Julie's cunt and his throbbing prick in Carol's fuckhole.
But Greg was no machine. He had his own climax to consider. Steadily building, the pressure in his groin made his balls feel as if they might burst out of their sac.
Anxious to play the role of stud to the extreme, Greg had held off coming as long as he could, so he could continue to suck his niece and fuck his sister without a break. But time was running out on him. He would definitely have to blow, disappointed that he would only be able to shoot his jizz into one of the pussies he was servicing.
Greg needn't have been concerned, though, Julie and Carol were two fuckers who could handle any erotic situation. They were ready and anxious for anything as long as it involved fucking-especially the creamy load from a spurting cock.
"Oooooh, Julie," Carol squealed. "Your uncle's ready to get his rocks off. I can feel his prick twitching in my pussy, getting set to explode."
"I hope you're not planning to hog all that cum for yourself," Julie said.
"Well, I can't stop him from letting go in my cunt," Carol said. "But, after that . . . well, if you're thirsty for some jizz, I won't stop you from going after it."
"You mean going down on your pussy, Mom? Right after you've just been fucked? God, do you really think I'm that kinky?"
Carol answered yes to both of her daughter's questions. Julie gave her no argument.
Then Greg came.
Taking the torrent of jism straight up into the core of her pussy, Carol swayed on top of her climaxing brother. He was really pumping his cum into her pussy with his gushing cock.
Looking on, Julie waited as patiently as she could for her uncle to finish coming so she could claim her share of his fuck-cream. Hungrily, she licked her lips, thinking ahead to feasting on her .mother's cum-soaked pussy once the fucking was over.
Greg's hips jerked when his prick delivered a final load of jizz into Carol's cunt. Then he stretched out on the bed, limp with exhaustion.
"Okay, he's through," Carol told her anxious daughter. "Now it's just you and me, baby. Ready to go down on my sloppy pussy?"
"Am I breathing?" Julie asked sarcastically.
Slipping off of her brother's cock, Carol settled onto an empty space on the bed. She was on her back, waiting for Julie with her knees raised and together.
Julie sprang into action with drooling lust. She yanked her mother's legs apart, grinning at the luscious sight which-greeted her. Wide open and dripping with cum, the woman's freshly-fucked cunt just begged to be devoured.
"Looks positively delicious," Julie said, moving her face toward her mother's cunt.
Julie made contact, sealing Carol's pussy. The sucking and tonguing started as Greg's jism was transferred out of his sister's pussy and down his niece's throat.
"Mmm, you greedy little girl," Carol chuckled. "Just can't get enough cum, can you?"
Julie burrowed even tighter into her mother's pussy. She had her mouth completely within the stretched rims of her cunt, wallowing in the swamp of jism and pussy juice.
Then, shafting deeply, Julie's tongue jabbed a pressure point inside Carol's cunt, and the erotic impact raised the woman's ass into the air. Coming on the spot, she surprised both herself and her daughter by the suddenness of her orgasm.
Now, as her mother climaxed in her face, Julie found herself with even more fuck juice to swallow. She continued working her tongue and eating pussy, keeping Carol turned on.
"Oh, baby!" Carol gasped. "You're getting me off even better than your uncle did when he fucked me."
Julie was more than pleased by her mother's reaction. She pistoned her stiff tongue like a prick in the woman's cunt, trying to be worthy of the high praise.
But Greg had also heard what Carol said. And it didn't sit too well with him that his sister claimed to be more satisfied by his niece's tongue in her cunt than she had been by his cock.
"Hey, shit on this," he muttered to himself when he looked over and watched Julie going down on Carol's pussy as if he weren't even there. "What do they think they are, a couple of goddamn dykes? I'll show 'em."
Rearing up, Greg moved to remind his sister and niece that a man was present. Grabbing a fistful of Julie's blonde hair, he roughly yanked her face away from Carol's cunt.
"Enough of this lesbian crap!" Greg snapped. "As long as I'm around, I'm in charge. Understand, you two?"
"My, my-just what do we have here? Superman?" Carol taunted her macho brother.
"C'mon, Greg, you're not fooling anybody. After all the fucking and sucking you've gotten tonight, you couldn't get your prick up again if your life depended on it. If Julie and I are still horny, we'll have to do something about it ourselves."
"Hah, you think!" Greg blustered.
He got up on his knees, put his hands on his hips, and flexed his crotch. Amazingly hard again, his big cock jutted up into the air at a forty-five-degree angle. His fucker had never been more rigid.
"Hmmmm, your advertising's just dandy, Uncle Greg," Julie spoke up. "Now, the only question is, do you have anything to sell?"
"Hell, I'm giving it away," Greg bragged, proudly stroking his revived prick.
"Okay, okay. Let's get this nonsense over with. What do you think you're going to do to us, Greg?" Carol sighed, pretending that she was bored by her brother's boastful behavior.
"On your hands and knees, you two," Greg ordered. "Asses facing me."
Carol shrugged.
"Let's give him his way," she said to her daughter, winking on the sly at Julie. "Then, when he craps out in a couple of minutes or so, we can go back to cunt-sucking without being pestered anymore."
Aware that her mother was playing another of her games, Julie agreed to go along. She and Carol turned around and propped themselves up on all fours.
"All right, that's better," Greg said when his sister and niece were positioned to his liking. "Now open up your asses for me-nice and wide."
Carol and Julie did as they were told. Greg moved in behind them, simultaneously fingering the assholes of mother and daughter.
"Know what I'm gonna do to you bitches?" he asked.
Carol and Julie didn't say anything. Instead, they glanced at one another in silent communication. Then they farted at the same time and broke into a fit of the giggles.
"Think you're smart/' Greg hissed. "Well, I'll show you two who's boss. I'm gonna fuck you both in the ass at the same time. Back and forth like I had a couple of cocks. How do you like that?"
Carol and Julie liked it just fine. Ass-fucking was just what they had been counting on. Why they had been leading Greg on.
But of course, they wouldn't tell him that. Not yet. They wanted him to fuck their asses before they admitted that he was a super stud.
Anxious to prove himself, Greg whipped his stiff cock into action. His sister's ass was first. He flattened his cockhead against the pucker of her shit-pit, and then shoved, pronging her ass hole not only with the knob of his prick, but with three or four thick inches of shaft as well.
"Mmmm, got to admit you're off to a good start," Carol called back to her brother. "But that's all it is so far. Just a start."
"I'll have you screaming, Sis, before this is over," Greg vowed. "And not just you, but Julie too."
"Promises, promises," Carol jeered over her shoulder.
Then, all of a sudden, the smirk was wiped from her face as a mask of instant pain tugged at her features. With a thumping thrust, her brother had just hilted his massive prick to his balls in her ass.
"Still think all I'm giving out with are promises?" Greg spat, twisting his prick deep within her ass channel.
"Big deal." Julie took over for her speechless mother. "I still haven't felt a damn thing in my ass. And you said you were going to ass-fuck both of us, Uncle Greg. What about it?"
"Little tramp," Greg rasped. "I'll give you some cock in your ass, all right."
Pulling his prick out of Carol's shit pit with a loud pop, he swung his cock over to draw a bead on Julie's asshole. Already smudged with his sister's crap, Greg's cock-head plunged into the second asshole.
Julie's loins trembled as her uncle forced his bulky cock inside her ass. It was as though he were hammering a spike up her asshole. But she didn't give in to the spell of welcome pain that was sweeping over her. Not quite yet.
"Is that the best you can do?" She pretended to be unimpressed by her uncle's rough penetration.
"Try this!" Greg exclaimed, burying his long prick up her ass.
Then, abruptly, he pulled out until only the knob of his prick remained. Finally slammed forward again, until once again his cock had driven ten inches deep in her ass.
The game was over now as far as Julie was concerned. She couldn't conceal her true reaction to her uncle's macho ass-fucking any longer.
"God, you're killing me!" she screeched back to her uncle.
"Told you I'd have you screaming," Greg crowed. "Now to bring your damn mother into line."
Greg pulled his cock out of Julie's ass, shifting to his right to plant its shitty crown against Carol's puffy fuckhole. He grunted and pushed, until he had shafted his prick to its root in her ass.
Now, just as he had done with his niece, he yanked his prick out of Carol's ass until only the head remained inside. Then, plowing forward once again, he ass-fucked her so deeply that she was left with only one alternative. She had to scream. And since this was exactly what he had predicted, this made him in his mind the victor in his imagined battle of wills with his sister and niece.
In reality, however, Carol and Julie were the real winners. They knew, as most women do, that the way you get your man to do what you want him to do is to make him believe he's calling the shots. When he thinks he's teaching you a lesson, that's when he fucks you best. Especially in the ass.
So now mother and daughter took turns crying out in sweet agony as Greg ass-fucked first one and then the other. His prick was tireless, moving back and forth between asses, getting browner with shit with each fuck-thrust.
The ass-fucking went on longer than seemed possible, considering the workout Greg's cock was getting. Then, at last, he reached his limit, the friction of the two shitters finally taking its toll on him. He had to come.
The rebellion of his overworked balls struck him when his cock was between asses. Suddenly a spouting geyser, his cock rained jizz over the backs of his sister and niece.
Then, with his last drop of cum spilled, he collapsed. When Carol and Julie got to his side, he was out like a light.
"Poor guy, we really put him through his paces," Carol chuckled. "A man can only take so much fucking. And we were finally too much for him."
"Yeah, he did his best," Julie sighed. "But, believe it or not, I'm still horny. Wouldn't mind getting off all over again. Got any suggestions, Mom?"
Carol fixed her daughter with a hungry stare. Julie stared back. Unspoken communication charged the air.
Moments later, mother and daughter were fucking and sucking in a lesbian 69, their naked bodies smeared with Greg's cum. Greg snored beside them, asleep but not unaware. Unnoticed by Carol and Julie, he had another hard-on. He was smiling as he dreamed of exactly the same thing that was going on in the flesh alongside his unconscious form.
Chapter Nine
"How do you feel about your dad?" Carol asked Julie.
"Gee, Mom," Julie hedged. "I don't know how I should answer that."
"You mean because your father and I don't get along, right?" Carol said. "You're afraid I'm trying to get you to take sides."
"Something like that," Julie admitted. "You're a lot easier to deal with than daddy, Mom. But, gee, how can I choose between my own parents? I love you both."
"I wouldn't expect you to say anything else," Carol sympathized. "But it does create a problem. Because, let's face it, your father is just in the way with things like they are now in this family."
Julie saw what her mother meant. "You mean, you, me, David and Uncle Greg," she said. "We're all fucking."
Carol nodded.
"And daddy's not hip to any of it. Poor guy. If we could just get him into the incest groove, I'll bet we'd really see a change in him."
"Hmmm, that's an interesting theory," Carol said. "Wonder if it could be done."
Julie instantly recognized the cunning tone in her mother's voice. She and Carol stared at one another for a long, silent moment, their eyes saying things that took the place of words.
"You're leading me on, Mom," Julie finally said. "Setting me up all over again."
Carol shrugged, making no denial.
"I think I've already got it straight in my mind what you're getting at," the girl continued. "You're going to tell me that unless somebody makes daddy see the light, he has to go. Then that's supposed to make me feel guilty enough so I'll volunteer to fuck him and keep him in the family."
Julie paused, and her mother remained silent.
"And we both know what that is," Julie concluded.
"You've got to fuck him!" Carol finally said.
"My own f-father?" Julie stammered. "His cock in my cunt? It-it's all so unreal. I know I've fucked everyone else in the family, but daddy ..."
"Fish or cut bait," Carol pressed. "Otherwise, I'm seeing a lawyer."
"Divorce?"
"The way your father is now, yes," Carol vowed. "I'll get rid of him with pleasure. It's up to you, baby, to turn him into a new man."
Julie thought. In her life, she had never had to make such a crucial decision. And perhaps she would never have to again.
Her mother waited.
"All right," Julie whispered. "Ill do it! Ill fuck daddy."
"Good girl," Carol said. "The rest you can leave to me. After he's fucked you, I'll move in and lay the cards on the table. I'll have so much on him after what he's fucked you that he'll either have to go along with the rest of us or wind up in jail."
"But we're already more guilty than he'll be," Julie pointed out.
"Let him try and convince a judge of that," Carol stated with finality.
Julie just looked at her mother, caught in the spell of the woman's ruthless determination.
That night, David had basketball practice, and Carol was supposedly visiting a sick friend. This left Julie in the house alone with her father when he came home from work. The scene was set ...
"Well, well, so it's just me and you," Jack Stewart said to his daughter when he learned he would be spending the evening with her. "You fixing me supper?"
Julie said she was. She had prepared all her father's favorites. When they sat down at the table, he ate heartily, washing the meal down with several beers. With dinner over, his mood was better than it had been in weeks.
There was a ball game on television. He sat down to watch it with a fresh six-pack. Julie disappeared for awhile, then returned to the living room in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, asking her father if he minded her doing some exercises while he watched TV. She'd gained a couple of pounds, she told him, and wanted to sweat them off.
"Sure, baby," Jack said. "But you look all right to me."
Julie thanked her dad for the compliment, but insisted she could look even better if she worked at it. Then she dropped to the floor between her father and the TV set and started lifting her legs over her head in a jack-knifed position.
Her shorts were loose-fitting. And, by design, she wore no panties beneath them. A few key movements, and her father was unable to resist stealing the glimpses he was provided of her cunt.
Pretty soon, he was watching his daughter a lot more than he was watching the ball game. She took advantage of his interest by doing an exercise where she lay on her side, one leg extended on the floor while she raised the other one up and down in the air. Her shorts parted at the bottom every time she did it, her shaved cunt flashing again and again.
Jack could not help but notice the lack of cunt hair between his daughter's thighs. Filled with enough beer to melt his restraint, his curiosity got the better of him.
"Say," he blurted out to Julie. "What'd you to do to yourself, anyway?"
"What do you mean, Daddy?" Julie replied with false innocence, keeping her top leg hoisted so a good part of her shorn pussy was exposed.
Jack took a long sip of beer as he tried to figure out how to put it. Not only couldn't he come up with the right combination of words, he turned red. Julie couldn't remember ever seeing her domineering father so embarrassed.
"Are you talking about down here, Daddy?" she took over the conversation, pointing to the space where her thighs joined.
Jack bobbed his head up and down.
"I shaved it," Julie said without hesitation, patting her pussy.
"Why?" her father gulped.
"Why not?" Julie chirped. "It's my body."
"Guess so," Jack gulped again.
"I like the way my pussy feels without any hair," she said. "Sooo smooooooth."
Her hand was inside her shorts now. Her father followed the movement of her fingers as they rubbed up and down on her hairless cunt. A lump rose at the fly of his pants, leaving no doubt about his gut reaction to how his daughter was affecting him.
"Oh, Daddy, I see you," Julie giggled, staring at her father's tell-tale cock bulge. "I've got you all excited, don't I? You've been looking between my legs, and now you've got a hard-on. What a trip!"
"Watch your mouth, young lady!" Jack managed to snap. But the swelling at his crotch didn't go down a bit.
"If just peeking at my pussy does this to you," Julie purred, "I wonder what would happen if you took a long, hard look at it."
Jack protested, but weakly. And Julie was already pulling her shorts away. When she stood up and walked toward her father's chair, she was nude from the waist down.
"See, Daddy," Julie crooned. "Not a single pussy hair in sight."
She had positioned herself so her cunt was just inches away from her astonished father's face.
"Want to see more?"
Without waiting for an answer, she put a foot up on the armrest of her father's chair and fingered her pussy lips wide open. Jack's nostrils flared as he got a whiff of her yawning cunt. Down in his pants his excited cock stirred like a rolling log.
"Bet you didn't know you had such a foxy daughter, now did you, Daddy?" Julie poured it on. "Or maybe you've been looking all along, and I was just too dumb to notice."
Slack-jawed, Jack just kept staring. Then, his tongue popped out of his drooping mouth, straining hungrily for a taste of his daughter's inviting cunt.
But Julie teasingly moved away, posing just beyond her father's reach.
"Now that you've seen my pussy," she smirked, "it wouldn't be fair if I didn't show you the rest of me."
She pulled her t-shirt over her head and flung it away, standing stark naked before her father. Lifting her tits in her hands, she pointed her stiff red nipples in his direction. Then she slowly shifted around as if she were on a rotating pedestal. With her back turned, she flexed her ass, showing the dimples at the center of each plump cheek.
"God," Jack blurted out. "You're driving me crazy! What do you want from me, anyway?"
Facing her father again, she coyly answered: "What does a girl usually want when she takes off all her clothes in front of a man?"
"I-I just can't believe this," Jack stuttered as his naked daughter wiggled back toward his chair. "You're actually talking about me ... me-"
"Yes, Daddy?" Julie murmured as she knelt before her father.
"About me fucking you," Jack whispered. "Me, your own father!"
"I was almost beginning to wonder if you'd ever catch on," Julie giggled. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she unzipped her father's fly.
Julie's fingers did some expert maneuvering, and Jack's hard-on shot out in rigid exposure. It wasn't a big cock in terms of length, but his prickmeat had a crude thickness that made it very attractive to a horny young girl.
"You still seem awfully nervous, Daddy," Julie cooed. "Guess I'd better do something to put you in the right mood before we fuck."
"What're you going to do?" Jack gasped when his daughter brought her mouth toward his cockhead.
"Suck your prick, of course," Julie answered matter-of-factly. "Nothing gets a man readier to fuck than a blow-job."
"No! No! I can't let you do this!"
He tried to push his daughter's face away from his prick. But there was no force behind his shove. Julie closed her warm mouth over his stiff cock, swallowing it to the root with a single slurp.
As she went down on his prick, his attitude changed abruptly. He still had his hands on her, but now he used them, to grab fistfuls of her long, blonde hair. Soon he was jogging her head back and forth, improving the friction generated by the connection of his cock and her suctioning mouth.
"My own daughter . . . sucking my cock," Jack moaned.
But he wasn't protesting any longer. His comment was one of wonder-and pleasure. His hips started jerking and churning. It wasn't long before he was so much in the groove, he was fucking his daughter in the mouth.
Julie increased her father's pleasure by tugging his hairy balls out of his pants and putting her fingers to work on them. She rubbed and squeezed his nuts, priming his cum supply. When he got around to coming in her mouth, there would be plenty of jism for her to swallow.
"I can't take much more of this," he croaked after a couple of minutes of his daughter's expert cock-sucking. "Gonna have to blow."
Hearing this, Julie glanced up, grinning at her father despite her mouth being stuffed with every bit of his prick. She wordlessly made it clear to him that there was nothing she wanted more than a bellyful of his hot jizz.
On the verge of shooting his wad, he had a conversation with himself. "Why not?" he mumbled. "What have I got to lose if I go ahead and come in her mouth?"
Then he answered himself.
"Nothing to lose," he rasped as his balls came ever nearer to unleashing their creamy tide. "This has already gone so far that my ass'd get burned if anybody ever found out what I've done. Might as well enjoy the blow-job to the limit -- even if it's my own damn funeral."
This said, his crotch slammed against Julie's face. He thought his balls were turning inside-out when the mass of cum they had been brewing bolted down the shaft of his prick straight into his daughter's mouth.
The volume of jism gushing from Jack's prick surprised Julie, but didn't stop her from downing his cum as fast as it flowed.
Her thirst excited her father almost as much as the actual blow-job had. Just when his nuts seemed nearly drained, he dredged up an extra reserve of cum and fed it to her with a scalding spurt.
"Swallow it all," he told her. "Drink all of my jizz."
Julie had no problem in doing what he asked. With a deep gulp, she took the last burst of cum without even breathing hard. Then she topped herself by pumping his balls to coax out a few stray drops of syrupy fuck fluid.
"That was something! Really something," Jack sighed when it was over with. "Gotta tell you, baby-nobody's ever sucked my cock this good."
"I'm just warming up, Daddy," Julie answered, some stray jism dribbling down her chin when she released his spent cock from her mouth. "If you liked the way I ate your prick, just wait until I put my cunt to work."
"You mean . . . fuck you?"
"Now, c'mon, Daddy," Julie said. "After that super blow-job, you're not going to get cold feet, are you?"
"This is all so far-out to me. Never thought in a million years I'd wind up fucking my own daughter. My little girl."
"But I'm not so little anymore," Julie seductively pouted.
To prove her point, she fell back on the floor. Her knees were up, her thighs apart. She fingered her pussy lips. The inner pinkness of her shaved cunt glistened invitingly.
"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me," she moaned.
Jack's cock, temporarily at half-mast after the vigorous blow-job, sprang up stiffer than ever. Churning in their sac, his balls were already at work brewing a fresh batch of cum.
"Shit, you always could wrap me around your little finger," he admitted to his spread-eagled daughter. "Guess I couldn't stop myself from fucking you now if the cops were pounding on the front door. I'd go to jail for the rest of my life to try my cock in that sweet pussy of yours, sweetheart."
"Then do it, Daddy! Fuck me!" Julie feverishly urged. "Give me your cock in my cunt! Fuck me until I come so hard, I can't stand it!"
Jack was out of his chair, his jutting prick seeming to pull him toward Julie. When he was standing between her legs, he dropped to his knees. Taking his cock in his hand, he lined up his prick-knob with the juicy split of his daughter's awaiting cunt.
His crotch dipping, he poked the head of his cock into the sticky warm pussy gash she offered him. The initial contact between cock and pussy made, both fucking partners sighed with satisfaction.
Now Jack eased down on top of his sprawled daughter. As he did, his prick slid into her moist cunt with a squish. She reacted by wiggling her ass. He answered by rolling his hips, his prick beginning to pump.
"That's it, Daddy!" Julie squealed. "Fuck into me!"
She clenched her thighs against Jack's rib cage, grinding his crotch against her own while his cock hilted her cunt. Then she guided his hands toward her jiggling tits so he could squeeze and maul them.
Jack soon discovered the tempting buds of his daughter's erect nipples. Spurred on by her, he took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching them until it seemed they might burst. And all the while, his prick kept jerking in her tight pussy.
"Oh, Daddy, you really fuck me good," Julie moaned. "I'm already getting set to come. Just keep fucking and touching me, and I'll get off so good for you."
"Yeah, that's right, baby. Go ahead, and let it all hang out for your old dad," Jack whispered hoarsely in his daughter's ear while he twisted her nipples on her tits and fucked her cunt with relentless cock-strokes.
"You got it, stud!" Julie panted. "Gonna come for you . . . right now!"
She climaxed with such lurching fury that her spine popped. Starting deep in her womb, her orgasmic vibrations made her pussy ripple along the length of her father's shafted cock. Excess m pussy juice leaked down her inner thighs and into the crack of her ass.
"Mmmm, you little hellcat!" Jack rasped. "Keep coming for me, baby, just like this as long as you can. It's just what my cock needs. Pretty soon I'll catch up with you. Then your cunt won't be able to hold all the jizz I'm gonna shoot into it."
"Ahhhh, I can hardly wait," Julie gasped. "Want your hot cum in my pussy so damn bad, Daddy!"
She tugged at Jack's torso with her scissoring legs, rocking him in the cradle of her thighs. Deep in her cunt, her father's stumpy hard-on seemed to grow with every thrust. Soon, as far as she was concerned, his fucker was as big as any prick she had ever been fucked by.
"Come, Daddy, come!" she screamed when her patience had run out.
Right on cue, Jack let go. When his cock erupted, it didn't just spurt, it gushed with a steady stream of jism that might have flowed from a hose.
"So much cum!" Julie shrieked with delight as her pussy was flooded with jizz. "God, Daddy! Where are you getting it all?"
"Told you I'd deliver a load," Jack grunted. "Bet your cunt's leaking cum already, huh?"
"Absolutely! No way I could keep this much jizz inside my pussy. Just wait'll you stop fucking me, and I'll show you what a mess I am in my cunt."
"This I gotta see," Jack chuckled with pride, his cock just having spent itself.
He pulled his prick out of his daughter's sloppy fuckhole, squirming free from her thighs. Then he was on his hands and knees, peering in to get a close look at her freshly fucked cunt.
Julie fingered her pussy lips wide open. Jack's cum flowed from her cunt in three separate streams, a trickle down each of her thighs, with the middle one spilling into the split of her ass. Then she flattened a hand on her crotch and smeared the jism all over. From loin to loin. From her navel to her asshole.
When she was through, she challenged her watching father. "I dare you to lick your cum off me, Daddy. Got guts enough to do it?"
Jack just laughed. At this point, his daughter could have persuaded him to do almost anything. He was more than willing to lap up his own jizz if it meant burrowing into her luscious cunt.
But he never go the chance. As he moved toward Julie's creamy pussy, something happened which froze him halfway.
Out of the corner of his eye, he had just spotted a familiar figure at the edge of the room. The last person he wanted to see.
His wife.
How long has she been watching? he wondered. Long enough, from the expression on her face.
"So!" Carol Stewart called to her paralyzed husband. "This is how it is. I turn my back, and you fuck our daughter!"
She paused, letting the significance of her presence sink in even more.
"They send you to jail for this," she said. "You can't fuck your own daughter and get away with it!"
Carol interrupted herself with another space of bristling silence.
"Unless I say so," she finally said. "Ready to deal, Jack?"
"Name it, Carol," he gasped, clinging desperately to the shred of hope his wife has just offered him.
Carol sized him up. Satisfied she had him where she wanted him, she approached her mind-blown husband, her coolness contrasting sharply to his panic.
"Well, Jack," she said calmly, her hands on her hips as she prepared to set her terms. "It's like this ..."
Chapter Ten
The occasion was supposedly a surprise party Carol was giving to celebrate Greg's fortieth birthday. But it was something more than that, much more.
"Happy birthday to you!" the honored guest's relatives sang when he walked through the door.
However, this was the only customary thing about their greeting. They were all naked. Carol and Jack. David and Julie.
Greg genuinely thanked them for remembering, yet was obviously uncomfortable.
Julie noticed that he was ill at ease and asked: "What's the matter?"
"Jesus, I feel like a damn dope standing here with all my clothes on," he chuckled.
"Well, I can take care of that," Julie purred, approaching him with her tits and hips swaying. "Can't have the birthday boy feeling like he wandered into the wrong house."
With the rest of the family looking on, she snuggled up to Greg and unbuttoned his shirt. When it was stripped away, she rubbed her face against the hair on his bare chest, dropping her hands to his trousers.
Quickly, Greg's pants were unhitched. Before they had slipped to the floor, his niece was fumbling inside his shorts.
"Mmmm, you've got a big hard-on tonight," she teased while she fingered the throbbing bulk of his cock and balls.
Greg kicked his shoes and trousers away while his niece pulled his shorts down his hips. His rigid prick sprang out to its full ten inches. Kneeling, his niece closed her mouth over his cock-head and began giving him a blow-job.
"Now that's what I call a birthday present," David chuckled as his sister went down on his uncle's cock.
"You know, it doesn't have to be somebody's birthday for him to get his cock sucked," Carol said, moving behind David to rub the lean cheeks of his ass with her furry pussy mound.
"Is that right?" David replied. He turned swiftly around to face his naked mother, his aroused cock wedging between his belly and hers.
"Mmmm-hmmmm," Carol murmured as she rubbed her stomach over her son's stiff prick. "Want me to show you?"
"Do I have any choice?"
"Not hardly," Carol answered with a hungry smack of her lips.
Then, just like Julie, Carol was on her knees. Before she took David's huge cock in her mouth, she licked his prick shaft up from the balls, her tongue following the ridge along the underside until she reached his cockhead. She kissed the tip. Then parted her lips and started swallowing prick meat.
This left Jack Stewart by himself. He looked at his wife blowing their son and at his daughter going down on his brother-in-law. Then he looked down at his own prick. It was standing straight out.
He stroked his chunky cock. If he'd had to, he would have been content playing a voyeur's role and jacking-off. That's how much his incestuous family turned him on now that he'd seen the light.
However, there was no reason for him to satisfy himself with a mere hand-job. Just because his wife and daughter were busy sucking cock didn't mean that they were unavailable for other things. Three could fuck as well as two, as he had learned firsthand from recent experience.
If he wanted to help himself to some action, it was just a matter of who he had the hots for. His wife or daughter. He chose his daughter.
Circling around behind Julie, Jack pressed his prick between her shoulder blades and whispered bluntly in her ear: "I'm going to fuck you while you're eating your uncle's cock. Where do you want it? In the pussy or the ass?"
Without missing a slurp on her uncle's deep-throated prick, Julie dropped to all fours in order to show her father where he should fuck her. Her ass in the air, she parted her ass cheeks, reaching behind to point at the rosy pucker of her asshole. Then, making her message even clearer, she farted.
"I was hoping you were in the mood for some ass-fucking," Jack said, positioning himself to draw a bead on his daughter's exposed shitpit with his jutting prick.
Julie didn't need words to beg for her father's cock up her ass. Gripping the cheeks of her ass, she yanked them as wide as they would go. Her stretched shithole had become a winking slit, puffy at the edges and dark at the center.
The stubby tip of Jack's prick made contact. A shove later, and his cockhead was inside his daughter's tightest fuckhole. The girl's thighs quivered at the onset of another incestuous ass-fuck.
"Now I'm really going to fuck you, baby," Jack rasped as she continued sucking her uncle's cock.
Jack kept his promise. Driving with his powerful hips, he hammered his prick into the narrow ass tunnel that led to Julie's bowels. He was now fucking her ass to the hilt.
When her father began pumping back and forth in her asshole, Julie picked up on the rhythm of his cock-strokes, matching the tempo with her mouth as she sucked her uncle's prick. Every time her father's prick plunged up her shitpit, she deep-throated Greg's fucker. When her father pulled back until the knob of his cock remained within her ass, she released all of her uncle's hard-on except the head.
Both men showed their appreciation with rasping moans. As they fucked her in the ass and mouth, she tuned them in on the same erotic wavelength. It would be just a matter of time before they both came.
"Jesus!" Greg panted when his niece had swallowed his prick to his balls for the tenth time. "I can't take much more of this cock-sucking without shooting my wad."
"Me neither!" Jack puffed, his prick buried in his daughter's squeezing ass.
This was all Julie needed to hear. Determined to get her father and uncle off at the same time, she put everything she had into getting their cocks to blow.
She tugged at Jack's prick with the muscles of her ass. He groaned the way a man does just seconds before his prick erupts with jism.
And she kept her uncle's cock completely swallowed, using her throat, tongue, teeth and lips to make it tremble from its tip to its root. He groaned, too.
Julie relentlessly maintained the pressure, determined to get what she wanted-two jets of jism at once-one spurting deep in her ass chute, the other filling her belly.
She got it.
"Gonna come!" Jack and Greg shouted together.
Their cocks exploded. Flooding into Julie's ass and mouth, the hot jism spurted and flowed.
Julie was so pleased by the situation that her response was as immediate as it was predictable. She came too. It was a wild orgasm-the kind a girl reserves for only the most special kind of fucking and sucking. But her climax was not unusual for her these days-now that fucking and family life had been rolled into one.
Just as they had begun climaxing together, Jack and Greg finished coming on the same spurt. Now, with their cum spilled, their pricks relaxed in Julie's ass and mouth. Reluctantly, she cooled down too. Finally, the incestuous trio broke apart, the participants collapsing in a naked heap.
The family was not completely played out, however. Julie and her father and uncle were just three of the members present. Carol and David were still to be accounted for, and they were still enjoying a great blow-job.
Carol had been steadily sucking David's cock. Now he was on the verge of coming. She decided that she wanted his cum to flow somewhere more spectacular than just down her throat, where it couldn't be seen.
"I know you've got to come," she told her son after abruptly releasing his straining prick. "But not in my mouth this time."
"Anything you want, Mom," David gasped. "But you'd better act fast, 'cause I'm gonna get off no matter what."
On her knees, Carol quickly wedged her son's prick between her large tits. Squeezing her pillows of tit-flesh around his meaty prick, she rubbed and stroked. His cock was going to be tit-fucked the rest of the way to its well-deserved climax.
" 'You're a damn genius, Mom!" David whooped as Carol's clutching tit-mounds worked over his trapped cock. "I'll bet I come twice as much for you this way as I was gonna do before in your mouth!"
"Then let's have your jizz, stud," Carol urged. "Give me a bucket of that beautiful cum of yours."
"Right on, Mom!"
David's spine snapped as his lurching crotch punched his big cock up between his mother's tits. Suddenly, his jizz was flowing, spilling in white streams down the slopes of her tits.
"Mmmm, messy . . . just the way I like it!" Carol gasped, her son's cum drenching her tits. "I'd like to let myself go and just drown in your cum sometime."
With David's prick still good for a couple of more creamy bursts of cum, Carol let go of her tits. Her son's released cock squirted wildly out in the open now, and she was decorated with jagged ribbons of jism on her face and up and down her torso. Her upper body seeming to be slashed with oozing wounds that bled white instead of red.
His balls drained, David's cock fell limp and sticky between his legs. But Carol was still excited by all his cum. She fell on her back and smeared his jizz all over herself-as high up as her hair and as low down as her asshole. Her body gleamed as though it had been dipped in quicksilver.
By the time she had begun to settle down, everyone was watching her. Not just David, but Julie, Jack and Greg had been watching her erotic performance. She had just made a spectacle of herself, which suited her just fine.
"Well, what are you people looking at?" Carol drawled. "Can't a woman fuck her own son without everybody staring?"
"Oh, Mom, you're priceless," Julie laughed. "If there's anybody hornier than you are, they're living on another planet. I'll bet you could start fucking all over again without even taking a deep breath."
Carol grinned, a strand of cum dangling from her lower lip.
"Try me," she said, not just answering her daughter, but speaking to the entire family.
"And just what do you have in mind, Carol?" her husband asked her.
Carol sat up, looking over the four naked bodies before her. Her family could almost hear the wheels clicking in her head as she considered the possibilities.
"Let's see now," Carol said with a fresh twinkle in her eyes. "Counting me, we've got two pussies and three cocks to work with ..."
She interrupted herself as though she were thinking again. But it was apparent to the others that this was just to create suspense. Clearly, she already had her mind set on something wild.
"Daisy chain!" she abruptly blurted with dramatic effect.
Then she was up on her feet, motioning her brother, husband and children to gather around her. They quickly reacted, trusting her to take them on another trip into the incestuous wonderland of which she was queen.
Now she was like a stage director, telling her actors where to take their places. This one here, that one there, and so on, until the cast of characters was positioned to her liking.
"Okay, a few more adjustments, and everybody's set," she said.
"All except you, Mom," Julie pointed out. "Where do you fit in?"
"You'll find out soon enough,'' Carol answered. "Meanwhile, you just do what I tell you. Like, right now-your knees could be a lot farther apart."
Julie nodded. She was propped up on all fours, her pussy spread open from the rear as she widened her knees as her mother instructed.
"Much better," Carol approved. "You look just like a bitch in heat, sweetheart."
Satisfied with her daughter's pose, Carol now addressed her son.
"All right," she told David. "Stick your cock into your sister's cunt. Dog-fuck her, Son."
"This way, Mom?" David asked, lining up behind Julie.
"Ahhhhh, just perfect," Carol sighed as she watched her son's huge prick slip into her daughter's wide-open cunt. "I've got to admit-every time I watch you two kids fuck, it blows my mind. Can't help but think what a shame it would've been if you'd never fucked."
"Uh oh, Carol's going sentimental on us," Jack whispered to his brother-in-law.
"Yeah, of all the things she's done, I think she's proudest of the way those two kids fuck each other," Greg noted.
"Shhhhhh." Carol interrupted the conversation between her husband and brother-in-law as if they were a couple of misbehaving school boys. "We've got work to do!"
Now Carol grabbed her husband's arm, yanking him toward their daughter's face.
"Give Julie your cock to suck," she directed him.
"With pleasure," Jack responded. "Nothing I like better than feeding my prick to my little girl."
Gathering his cock and balls up in his hands, Jack shoved his prick meat under Julie's nose. His daughter's mouth opened hungrily, then she swooped down on his waiting prick.
"Very good," Carol said. "We're over halfway there now."
"Which leaves me and you, Sis," Greg spoke up.
"Exactly."
"What do you want me to do, Sis?"
"I think you'll be able to figure it out for yourself," she said with a grin.
Joining the others down on the carpet, Carol sprawled between her husband and her brother. She lifted her head up between Jack's thighs and took a mouthful of his dangling balls. Then she spread her legs in Greg's direction, fingering her pussy lips so her cunt was stretched into a pink yawn.
"So this is how it works out," Greg said, summing things up for himself before he moved in to complete the daisy chain. "David dog-fucks his sister. Julie eats her father's prick. And Jack gets his nuts sucked by Carol while I ball her . . . Not bad. Not bad at all."
Greg moved in between Carol's open thighs, pointing his cock at the juicy target of her cunt.
The tip of his prick made contact. His crotch rocked. Half of his prick entered her pussy with a moist squish.
"No matter how many times I fuck you, Sis," Greg told Carol after another fuck-thrust had hilted his cock in her cunt, "I always get the same buzz as when we fucked that first time all those years ago. Your cunt seems tighter, wetter each and every time I fuck it."
"Jeez, Uncle Greg," David told his mother's brother. "You make it sound like you and Mom are the only ones here."
"Yeah, your days of having Carol all to yourself to fuck are over, Greg," Jack cheerfully chimed in, not self-conscious in the least. "After all these years of being married to her and getting shit, it's about time she put out for me and my cock."
Julie overheard the talk about her mother and responded with playful jealousy. There was no way she was going to let the men in her family forget what she had to offer. So she doubled her suction on Jack's cock, making him pant with sudden delight. And she tugged David's prick with the muscles of her cunt, drawing a gasp of appreciation from her brother.
"Whew, Julie's really turning it on now," David called to his uncle Greg. "Too bad you're not hooked up to a fuckhole of hers along with me and Dad. She might not make you forget about Mom, but she'd sure as hell let you know she was there."
"If I want it, I can have it," Greg answered.
Then, still fucking Carol, he bent the last link of the daisy chain around so his niece could reach out from the middle of the fucking action and touch his ass while he humped between his sister's thighs.
The group fuck made it awkward at first, but Julie took advantage of the opportunity and stroked the cheeks of her uncle's ass. This wasn't enough for her, though. Growing more comfortable with the arrangement, she guessed at the location of his asshole and managed to insert her forefinger in his shitter to the first knuckle.
There was no more conversation now. The daisy chain offered too much stimulation for its members to use their energies for anything but flat-out fucking and sucking.
David dog-fucked his sister with one deep thrust of his prick after another from behind.
Julie took her brother's rear-entry cock-strokes in her cunt at the same time she dug into her uncle's asshole and deep-throated her father's boner.
As he fucked his daughter's mouth, Jack felt his cum-supply steadily build as his wife sucked expertly on his nuts.
Greg got his asshole finger-fucked by his niece while he drove his cock to the hilt of his sister's spasming cunt.
And then there was Carol. She was mouthing Jack's fat balls and getting her pussy fucked by Greg's long prick. But her pleasure was not entirely physical. For her, this was something more than mere fucking.
It was triumph.
She had done it-brought her family together in a way that would have seemed impossible to her just a few weeks before.
All the bickering, the tension, the stress which preyed on most families, were things of the past in this household. Without a doubt, she could rightfully take credit for this.
She was so proud.
Now, fueled by this pride even more than the actual fucking Carol experienced a monster climax. She came so hard that it was as if her body could not contain all the orgasmic vibrations it was generating.
All of a sudden, everybody was coming along with her. Her husband, her brother and her children. Jizz spurted in sizzling torrents from cocks and orgasmic fuck honey oozed from cunts.
The links in the daisy chain writhed and shuddered. Moans of intense release filled the room. The air was charged with erotic energy that seemed to crackle as the five partners in incest climaxed together.
Then it was over. Balls were drained and pricks lay limp arid sticky. Cunts were sloppy with cum. The naked bodies broke apart and sprawled on the floor.
But not for long.
The evening was still young. The fucking and sucking would begin again. In various combinations, the members of the family would find ways to please each other well past midnight with their willing bodies.
Eventually they would lose track of their climaxes. But no matter how much fuck juice was spilled from their cocks and pussies, they never failed to give the credit to the one person who had made all this possible for them.
Carol.
And, for her, this was the biggest turn-on of all. Her only regret was that her family was not much larger.
