"That's a surprise!" Elana stared down at the tented sheet between her husband's thighs. It was unusual for Elliot to be hot in the middle of the morning. Still . . . Elana glanced at his fine, muscular body and his nearly handsome, masculine face. "What's that doing?" She dropped her hand to her husband's cock.
Elliot grinned and unpeeled the sheet from his naked body. His prick stood straight up in the air, thick bodied and purple headed. "Why don't you suck it, baby?"
Elana let the sheet fall from her own body. At twenty-nine she had the body of an unusually mature teenager, ripe all over and full, a small waisted sexpot with large, bouncing breasts, tiny nipples, a round, jutting ass, and an almost hairless cunt. Her long hair was black, the gift of an unknown oriental ancestor who had also given her soft eyes the shape of fat almonds.
She inched down the bed, kissing and licking her blond husband's flesh as she moved. Her excitement wasn't lessened by the knowledge that it was someone other than herself who had been the cause of his hard-on. Elliot had been hot for his youngest brother Mike's girl for the past two years. Just the thought that she would be in his house for a few days was keeping Elliot in a state of constant excitement.
When her lips were only inches from Elliot's stiff prick Elana began to tease him. "Thinking of Francie, baby?" She ran her tongue slowly down the shaft. "You'd like to get into her pants, wouldn't you ? "
"Don't be silly, Elana." He pushed his hips upward to meet her lips. "Francie's almost my sister-in-law. Family."
She giggled, then captured the head of his cock in her mouth. She sucked it briefly, then let it slip out. "That wouldn't stop you. I've seen you look at her. You strip her every time you look at her." She tongued the cock again, then began to lick his big balls.
"Shit! That feels good! Suck on my balls a while." He enjoyed the sensation silently for a few minutes, then spoke. "Francie is one sexy chick. Almost as sexy as you. But as long as she's Mike's dolly, she's off limits for me. Not that I'd try to do anything anyway. Not while I have you."
The dark haired woman tugged lightly on her husband's prick. Her pussy was wet now. She was more than ready to sit on his lap.. . .
Her cunt began to cream at the thought. Sucking was nice, but it had been days since they'd fucked. "I guess I'd forgive you if you did. Not that I'd like it." She smiled, remembering. In the eight years of their marriage Elliot had strayed nine times. And each time Elana had known even before he'd told her. For one thing, he had come home each time smelling of sex. It was an undeniable odor, something she recognized at once. Besides, more importantly, after each of these illicit sessions Elliot would maintain a hard-on that would defy all attempts to relieve it. A combination of guilt and excitement would keep him buried to the hilt in Elana's cunt. Though she'd never admit it, the days following his moment of adultery were the best in her marriage-only then would he give her more than she wanted, more than she could take. "Anyway, what does Francie being Mike's girl have to do with anyone or anything?" Leaning over, she kissed his cock. "You'd fuck Tere if she'd let you. If you were horny enough."
Elliot grabbed his wife by the hair and forcefully pushed her head down on his prick. The tip of his cock pressed against her lips, felt them give way, and buried itself into the hot, wet cave of her throat. "Tere's my baby sister. The only reason you're talking about my family now is because you're thinking of Scott." Scott was his second brother. "I know you're hot for him. If you hadn't met me first I know Scott would have been in your pants five minutes after you met. You'd still like to get at his cock."
A sharp thrill passed through Elana's already moist cunt. He was right. She had always been hot for Scott. He was strikingly handsome, a greek god type, with the largest bulge in his pants Elana had ever seen. Whenever they met, Scott did a thing about staring directly at her tits and cunt, never at her face. It excited her tremendously, but although she'd been unfaithful to Elliot several times, she never really thought she could do it with his own brother, no matter how sexy he was. Still, the thought of him made the woman tremble.
She managed to twist her head. "Why don't you stick your thing in my pussy? We have time before anyone arrives."
Elliot laughed. "That's the Burns' spirit! A quick fuck to see you through the family reunion." He reached down and pulled his wife back up on the bed. His cock was achingly stiff. It gleamed wetly. Reaching down, he spread the lips of her girlish cunt. Slowly he began to inch his finger up her juicing hole. "Does that feel good? Would you like it to be Scott's finger instead of mine? How would you like to have my brother fucking you? Should we do the Eskimo style of entertaining? Should I offer him my wife to sleep with? Then what should we do with his wife? Carol just isn't my type," he rambled, his finger slipping in and out of her cunt faster.
Elana wondered what it was about her husband that made any and everything he did to her feel wonderful. His finger turned her on as no one else's cock did. Except for Scott Burns.
She spread her legs and reached out for his prick. "Don't tease me, Elliot. Fuck me, darling, please. I'm so hot. You haven't fucked me all week." She watched his finger dig between the fuzzy lips of her cunt.
"Just shut up and put it in your mouth, honey. Suck my dick while I play with your twat. I don't feel like fucking right now."
Sighing, Elana accepted his huge prick into her mouth and began to suck it in earnest. She was an expert cocksucker-it was one of Elliot's chief delights. Her wet tongue worked over the -head skillfully, dipping its pointed tip into the small eyelet, then down to his balls.
All the while the man's stiff finger probed her pussy, teasing her rubbery clitoris, stretching her pussy, even tickling her extremely sensitive asshole. Her nipples were tiny balls of steel, but he ignored them, concentrating instead on filling her mouth with his giant erection and her pussy with his educated fingers.
Elana settled down for a long session. She had never been like other women she'd known. She didn't come always, and never easily. Elliot had to work her over for long periods, and then sometimes it didn't work. On those days she'd be raw with excitement after he'd given up. Once in a while he'd be resentful about her inability to come, but the years together had changed that. After an unsuccessful love period Elliot would merely bend down and suck her until she came. A long suck would always finish her off. But Elana knew he didn't really enjoy sucking pussy. It was something he did to calm her down. She used to feel guilty about making him do it to her, but not now, not after one of his pieces of tail told Elana that Elliot begged her to let him suck her. When Elana had confronted Elliot with that piece of news, which disturbed her more than the fact that he had made love to another woman, he had explained that he loved to suck pussy with new women, but didn't enjoy it much after the third or fourth time. Now it never bothered her when she had him suck her off.
"Take it all in your mouth. You can do it. Come on, you sweet little cocksucker . . . just pretend it's Scott's prick. His dick is even bigger than mine, but you'd swallow every last inch if he'd let you. Ah . . . that's good . . . so good . . . no, just keep it in your mouth like that . . . yes . . . you suck so damn good, baby. Better than Francie, I bet, even better than that sexy little cunt.. . "
Elana rocked her pussy hard against the stabbing finger. His words were getting her hotter than his finger. The finger wasn't enough. She needed to feel him inside her . . . if not his prick then his tongue. She released his cock. "Lick me, Elliot. Suck my pussy, darling. Please. I'm so hot. Suck me while I suck you." She captured his twitching cock between her lips once more.
Elliot twisted around and roughly parted his wife's tanned thighs. He tilted his head to one side, letting the sandpaper growth of beard scrape the tender insides of her legs. Her wiry black triangle was glazed with cream and the exposed flesh within the grassy folds was startlingly red and slick with juice. The stiff little clitoris stood away from the soft folds, begging for the attention of his hot tongue. Beneath that was the puckered mouth to her quivering womb, just waiting to be stabbed.
He began to nuzzle the sweet musk-scented crotch, moving his lips up and down the wet trail until her jerking body and passionately sucking mouth on his cock implored him to do something about her ache. His tongue flicked suddenly and harshly at her clit.
She moaned into his balls and pressed her crotch into his mouth. He began to lick her slowly, deliberately, easing his flattened tongue into every crevice. When he hooked his fat thumb into her hole she began to tremble.
Thinking of Francie, Elliot slithered his tongue in and out of her tight asshole. Then he ran his lips around the entire crack. His cock was swollen rigid, a bar of hot flesh being sucked by lovingly, adoringly inspired lips. He was ready to shoot into her now, but whenever possible he preferred to come with the chick, feel her twat spasm against his mouth or cock while he filled their throat or womb with his boiling cream.
Elana groaned into her husband's crotch when she felt his tongue slithering in and out of her asshole. He really was turned on! She began to work on the head of his joint, sucking it forcefully, then dipping downwards to scoop up his entire shaft. She knew exactly what she was doing to him . . . she only hoped he could control himself long enough to wait for her.
She was going to come . . . she knew it. She was straddling a fine white-hot line . . . It felt so good. Any moment she would topple over the edge as his sweet tongue dipped into her. She could feel his cock beginning to swell that last little warning. It was so good . . . so good . . . she brushed her straining lips against his wiry pubic hairs, the golden nest that cradled his balls and the huge erection.
Elliot gripped his wife's waist and held on tightly. He felt the burning fluids begin to gather in his heavy sac. At any moment they would shoot up his thickened shaft and erupt all over her insides.
The man and woman slammed into each other's greedy mouths violently. Each was only a second away from exploding . . .
Elliot jumped, startled. His throbbing cock wrenched out of his wife's hot mouth.
"Oh God! It's your brother Kevin. Tell him to wait! Tell him we're getting dressed or something! We've got to finish! I've got to finish!" His startled face was inches from her pulsating vagina.
"Hey, Elliot! Get your ass out of the sack! We're on our way up!"
Elliot bolted out of the bed ignoring his wife, a big smile on his face. "Kevin, you old son of a bitch!. We didn't expect any of you for a couple of hours!" He slipped a leg into his trousers and hopped on the other foot. "Who've you got with you?" He zipped his fly, stuffing his shirt tails into his pants. He grinned at his wife, gently patting his fly. "It's going down at last. You, at least, don't have to worry about it showing."
"Two delectable creatures. Nedra and Norma, the twins I told you about on the phone!"
Kevin's voice was nearer. Elliot glanced down at his still naked and writhing wife. "Hey, we'll be down soon! Get yourself a drink. I'll be down in a second." He leaned over and kissed his wife. "Come on, baby, get yourself together. I haven't seen any of my family for three years. This is a big reunion for me."
"Some reunion," she sneered, her cunt and tits sore. "The bunch of you are going to be tearing at each other like animals in another day, anyway." She was thinking about the reason for what he termed the family reunion . . . a lovely piece of property, a desert oasis near Palm Springs, which was left by the elder Burns to benefit the entire family. The property was not to be sold or cut up. Elliot had invited his brothers up for the weekend to resolve the three year old issue. He wanted to find a way to sell the potentially valuable land, but some of the others wanted to keep it.
"I wonder if Tere's coming, after all." Elliot ran a comb through his long golden hair. "I know she will unless she's off getting in trouble somewhere.
Elana watched her husband walk out of the room. She glared at him. She had been so close....
"Hurry down, hon, huh?"
She stretched out on the bed and cupped a large breast restlessly. Her wet pussy still throbbed. Sighing, she got to her feet. Elliot had been right-she badly needed a good fuck if she was going to be in the same house with Scott Burns. Her knees were shaking when she got up. In a sudden fit of anger, she grabbed her hairbrush and threw it at the closed door. "Damn!" With that, the woman hurled herself back on the bed and attempted, with a trembling finger, to finish what her husband had started.
"Here. Let me take a look at it." Elliot looked at Kevin's new sports car. He would have preferred to look at the red headed twins Kevin had brought with him. On the phone Kevin had told him he had two girls living with him at the moment: identical twins. The thought had shocked and excited Kevin at the time, but he'd not expected them to be such exquisite creatures. When Kevin had complained about a funny sound in the engine of his new car, Elliot was relieved to have an excuse to distract his mind. He was still too heated up to risk sitting around drinking with the sexy twins. He glanced back at the house. It was a coldly brisk day, a perfect mountain mid-day. His house was a rambling cottage, with extra wings and a separate back house. It was a perfect setup for his mail-order business, but life in the mountains had been mild. "Are the girls staying inside? They're a lot of woman. How'd you get into that, you little bastard?" he asked enviously.
Kevin shrugged, grinning. "Part of the extras that go with managing a topless bar. The twins were our best act."
Elliot swallowed hard at the thought of the two naked. "How do you handle it by yourself?"
Laughing, Kevin patted his crotch. "Who's alone? As long as I've got this . . . Besides, to tell you the truth, big brother, the girls are pretty good at taking care of themselves, too. If I get a little tired it's no sweat. They help each other out."
"You mean they're . . . "
Kevin laughed again, then turned back to the car. "Why don't you take it for a spin. You can hear the rattle best when you go about thirty." He pulled a key out of his trousers.
"Kevin! Oh, Kevin! Let's take a walk, please? It's so nice up here!" The twin called Nedra spoke. Sister Norma just nodded her agreement. "Please?"
"Go take them on a tour of the grounds, Kev. I'll take the car for a drive. See you later."
Nedra watched Elliot get in the car and drive off. "He's cute. Is his wife around?" She giggled.
"Hot little bitch. Wait till you see my sister-in-law, Elana. You'll cream your panties looking at her."
Nedra put a shapely arm around her sister's slim waist. "You know I'm not really all that interested in any girl other than Norma." She kissed her sister lightly on the lips. "Come on, let's get that walk."
"Why the big interest in nature, all of a sudden?"
This time it was Norma's turn to giggle. "Did you ever fuck out in the woods?"
Even after nearly a week of living with the twins, he was still not used to their sudden leanings toward impromptu sex. His mouth was abruptly dry. "Lead the way."
Behind the house were lush woods. They had stepped only a short way into them when Nedra tired of waiting. "This looks fine. This ring of trees makes it nice and private. Lovely." She wore loose Nile green hot pants. Casually she reached down and pulled one of the leg openings to the side. With it came the spidery panty crotch. Her dark red pubic hairs were startling next to the green bunched material. "Someone do something to me quick," she ordered. "Right now."
Kevin started for her, amazed as ever at the intuitive knowledge the girl seemed to have about what turned him on. Most girls liked to have the men outwardly call the shots so that they could play demure and be raped. But he had his most powerful erections from a woman commanding him sexually. He enjoyed playing sexual servant, playing, that is, until he got hot enough. Then he had just as much fun in turning the tables. He had been fortunate to find the twins. Nedra loved to give orders in bed, and her sister loved to follow orders.
When he reached the girl, he immediately stuck a finger into her russet crotch. "Do you want me to kiss it for you?"
Nedra shook her head. "Come over here, Norma." She took her sister's hand. "She'll finger me while you strip her. Get her naked fast."
Kevin obeyed willingly, watching Norma's finger ease into her sister's pussy as he busied himself with her clothing. The girls were dressed identically, with matching green pullover tops and white high boots. He removed her top and resisted the temptation to palm her naked breasts. They stood proudly from her slender rib cage, their tiny pink nipples pointing to the treetops. Once before he had wished to fondle one of the lovely tits while he was following Nedra's orders. She had punished him. His cock began to rise at the memory of the punishment. Nedra had ordered that both of them would tease and torment him all night long, but wouldn't let him come. For hours they had sucked and played with his cock, had tickled his asshole, made him lick their pussies, even had made him fuck each of them for a moment or two. But always they stopped, just when he was on the brink of dropping his load.
By the middle of the night he had been a maniac. Eventually he had plunged his face into Norma's pussy and begun to beat off. But Nedra had reached down and grabbed him by the balls, threatening to mash them if he disobeyed again. The result had been that all night long he was in agony, his prick a flaming sword. Near morning, deciding he had been punished enough, Nedra had relented and given him the best screwing of his life while making Norma tongue his balls and asshole. It had been a remarkable night. But he was not in the mood for even the most exquisite torture now, so he refrained from touching the lovely breasts jiggling in front of his eyes. Quickly he skimmed off the girl's hot pants and wispy panties. Norma looked more naked than ever with the white high boots and her fingers buried in her sister's slit.
"Now me," Nedra moaned, moving on the finger in her. She waited until he had removed the shirt. "Suck them."
With a groan, Kevin bent down and began to suck a small pink nipple. It grew rapidly under his tongue. The mound of hot flesh around the stiff little nub was firm and sweet. Quickly his mouth moved to the other breast.
'Take off my panties while you do that. Take them off so Norma can lick me between the legs."
His prick straining against the rough material of his levis, Kevin hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the shorts and pushed them down, dragging the panties along. He left both sets of pants caught around the ankles of the white boots. "My cock hurts," he moaned between sucks of her hard nipples. "It hurts in there."
She patted him, then began to rub his fly. "Maybe we'll do something about that. Maybe.. . . "
Elliot could hardly believe his eyes. He pressed his belly against the tree and quickly shut his eyes, opening them slowly. Yes, it was Kevin and the twins, mostly naked, playing with each other right out in the middle of the grassy clearing.
He had taken the car for a quick ride, but hadn't heard any sound he could identify as being unusual. He had come back to get Kevin. Figuring they were in the woods behind the house, he had parked and taken a short cut. He had planned on sneaking up and scaring them a little, an acceptable excuse for grabbing the girls and getting in a free feel. He was still hot, and the more he thought about his brother, younger by two years, copping himself two such adorable creatures, the angrier he became. Or, he admitted, the more jealous. But when he had sneaked into the woods, he hadn't expected to find the three of them in the midst of a little woodland orgy. Cautiously he made sure he couldn't be seen by the three. His eyes didn't move from the twin's fantastic bodies.
Nedra parted her thighs and sighed as her sister sank to her knees in front of her. "Do you want me to eat you now, Nedra?" Her voice was very small and abjectly submissive. Norma's plump lips were near the reddish curls of her sister's cunt. She licked her lips eagerly. "I'll do anything you want me to do."
"Just lick me a little. Don't stop playing with my pussy either." She looked down as Norma brought her face to her sister's soft slit. She waited.
Norma stuck out her tongue experimentally, brushing the curly fur wetly. She found the long slit and gently pried it open with her lips. Her nose was soon buried in Nedra's perfumed pussy as her tongue began a slow lapping that excited both of them.
Kevin watched a moment, then looked at Nedra for instruction. His prick was very hard now.
Nedra looked at him, her eyes glazed and hot. "Don't just stand there! Get down on the ground and start sucking my sister off! If you don't make her come before I do I'll make sure you don't get any cunt all night!"
Kevin needed no second invitation. He dropped to the ground. "Sit on my face, Norma," he hissed. He got on his back, surrounding his head with sweet smelling grass and earth. She readjusted her position effortlessly, bringing her steaming vagina directly over his opening mouth. He liked burying his tongue in sweet young pussy anyway, but there was something particularly nice about doing it while the girl was doing the same thing to another girl. Even more so if the girls happened to be twins. He began to lick hard at the hard marble between her thighs.
"Take -his cock out of his pants!" Nedra pushed her sister's head out of her crotch.
Kevin felt the hand dipping into his fly, winced as his stiff prick was unceremoniously jerked out of its prison, and groaned as Norma's silky fingers began teasing it.
Norma, her mouth still dripping with her sister's honeyed juices, bent down and kissed the big prick in her hand.
"Yes! Suck it a little," Nedra whispered to Norma encouragingly. "Put it in your mouth." She watched them sixty-nine, slowly dropping to one knee to get a better look.
Norma gagged on the cock. She couldn't seem to learn to suck without gagging. Especially on anything as big as Kevin's joint. Not that she minded. She had come once from feeling a huge cock being forced down her throat by her sister's orders. The man had been instructed to feed his meat into her mouth, to make her take it, even if she choked on it. She almost had, trying in vain to evade the pressing tool. Yet she had come just when she thought she'd black out from the stabbing cock. Thinking about it was making her even hotter. Deliberately she accepted more of Kevin's prick than she had room for, meanwhile thrusting her throbbing cunt even further into his mouth. She began to spasm at once.
Kevin held tight to the red head, running his tongue in and out of her hole with steady, slow strokes. He kept his thumb on her trembling clitoris. He forced his tongue to jab her more deeply once he felt her begin to convulse around his face.
Nedra brought her face closer as her twin began to come. She reached around and grabbed a full breast, bearing down hard. She liked playing with her sister while other people made her come. It was exciting. As soon as Norma had moaned out her orgasm and released Kevin's huge cock from her mouth, Nedra pushed the man off her. Getting to her knees, she began to lap up her sister's rich juices.
Kevin couldn't stand it. Watching Nedra push her sister to her back on the grass and bury her beautiful face in a cunt identical to her own, was the final straw. He got to his knees, held his dick with one hand, and climbed between Nedra's legs. Her full buttocks were a soft cushion for his belly as he probed with his rod to find her pussy. Finally, he lunged forward, plunging his fat cock into her pussy all the way to the mouth of her delicate womb.
Elliot watched his brother fuck one of the twins dog-fashion while the girl sucked at her own sister's cunt. His own prick was so stiff that he would have stuck it up Kevin's hairy asshole if he'd been over by them. His balls dragged with the weight of his impending explosion. He gave a thought to finding Elana and forcing her to give him a quick blow job, just to relieve himself. But he knew what that would mean. She'd want him to finish her off, and he lacked the patience at the moment to give a damn about anything except his own needs. He even seriously considered jerking off, right then and there. He fingered his dick lightly as he watched, unsure of what to do.
Kevin grunted with pleasure as his cock slipped in and out of Nedra's cunt. He was totally caught up in the pleasure of fucking. He kept his eyes tightly closed, knowing that watching Nedra suck her sister would bring him to a speedy climax. He liked to have sex last as long as possible, and he was very aware of what the sight of two women eating each other did to him. Once he'd had a spontaneous orgasm as soon as he'd come home from work. He'd unlocked the door to find the twins sucking each other off frantically on the living room rug. His prick had emptied just at the sight of the unexpected sixty-nine.
Groaning, he slammed his dick into her creamy pussy all the way, loving the feel of her tight-mouthed womb.
Nedra thrust her tongue deeply in her sister as she came. The prick in her was pile-driving her into the earth. Her moans were muffled in her twin's snatch.
Norma threw her legs up and locked them around Nedra's head. Her voice was thin, childish and her face was bright red from excitement. "Oooh . . . you're sucking me! You're licking me all over . . . all over! You're mouth is licking me down there! Ahh . . . ooh.. . . "
He couldn't hear distinct voices, but Norma's soft cooing moans reached Elliot. It didn't help his suffering prick either. As he watched Nedra squirm on his brother's massive prick a colorless drop of fluid dotted the head of his own cock. He knew he couldn't stand much more of this. He gave some serious thought to stomping into the clearing and thrusting his prick into Norm's mouth, burying it in the slippery cavity up to his balls. Only the fact that the other man was his brother stopped him. It seemed faintly incestuous somehow. Elliot laughed silently at that thought. What could be more incestuous than the twins themselves. Yet somehow Elliot could understand it. They were so much alike, more like one being than two. It hardly seemed like more than masturbation, really. His cock was twitching now. Giving in, he reached down and took out his prick. He held it tightly.
Kevin knew he was about to come. The exquisite heat in his balls was at the boiling point. He was beyond having a choice in the matter. Groaning, he shoved his prick in as far as it would go and held it there, grinding the hairs on her pussy into the mat at the base of his belly. It started slowly, then the eruption began. Shaking like an animal, Kevin shot his torrid sperm deep into her insides, spurt after spurt while Nedra wriggled on his pole helplessly, pounding out her own explosion.
Norma came almost soundlessly. A soft series of sighs escaped her lips as the tongue in her brought her to a shuddering climax.
The trio was still, falling apart yet still connected by loving hands and entwined legs. Elliot was afraid to continue his hand job. It would be embarrassing to be discovered peeking and playing with himself. Moaning in frustration, he tucked himself back into his trousers and inched out of the woods. He had just straightened his clothing when he turned toward the house and nearly collided with the dark haired little beauty.
"Francie!" He put out a hand to steady his younger brother's girlfriend. "When did you get here? Where's Mike?" His heart beat faster at the sight of the lovely girl. He had recognized her at once, although it had been a long time since he'd seen her. She was every bit as sexy and appealing as he'd remembered her.
"Hi, Elliot. We got here a few minutes ago. Mike and Elana are having a drink in the den. I thought I'd take a little walk while it was still light enough. I figured I'd run into you and Kevin and his friends. Where are the others?"
Using a firm hand around her waist, Elliot steered Francie in a direction away from the threesome. "Around somewhere, I guess. Come on, I'll show you what I've done around the place. The back house hadn't been touched in twenty years. Come see what I finally did with it."
He took the girl for a complete tour of the grounds. All the time, in spite of his friendly, brotherly tone, his cock stayed erect and his balls felt on fire.
She stopped, out of breath finally, and turned to him. A smile was on her pretty face. "You know, Elliot, you haven't change a bit. If anything, you look younger now than three years ago. I thought you were nearly middle aged in those days." She laughed.
He grinned back at her. She had only been sixteen when she and Mike, two years older, had started living together. Now, at nineteen, Elliot's thirty didn't seem all that old. "How's it going, you and Mike, I mean. I thought sure we'd have gotten a wedding invitation by now."
Francie sighed. "Things aren't going so well, actually. Maybe I can talk to you about it. Would you mind? I mean, you know him and all . . . You are his brother."
Elliot tried to look brotherly. His arm was about four inches from one of her soft young breasts. "I'd be delighted if I could help in any way."
"Do you think I'm reasonably pretty, Elliot. I mean, you don't have to be careful of my feelings or anything."
He hardly knew what to say. His voice was suddenly thick. "You're beautiful, Francie. I've always thought you were the sexiest girl I've ever seen. Why do you ask?"
She looked up into his eyes. "Because your brother wants us to get into swapping parties. He wants to fuck other girls, and he wants me to do the thing with other guys. He says my not wanting to is a hang-up, and he doesn't want to marry me if I've got that kind of a hang-up." Her dark eyes were heavy lashed. She was a small girl, with a bouncy, tiny body.
Elliot couldn't imagine sharing a treasure like Francie with anyone. But then he thought of his own wife. Elana was also beautiful, though a very different type. And, though they'd never tried swap parties, Elliot realized that the thought of Elana fucking or sucking another man didn't do much to him. "Was . . . was Mike your first, Francie? I mean, have you ever made love to anyone else?"
The girl grinned. Her face brightened. "Oh! No. I'm not that hung-up. Mike wasn't the first, and he's not the only one I've done it with in the last few years."
Elliot's cock was straining against his fly again. He didn't know what to say.
"Especially lately," she continued. "Mike has been fucking two girls I know of, and between fucking them and being mad at me, he's hardly touched me once. I get so hot I can't stand it.. . . " She looked at him through her lashes. Casually, as if she were brushing against a tree trunk, she let her hand fall against his crotch.
This time Elliot returned her gaze. He pushed his prick deliberately against her hand. "Why don't we go see that back house and talk it over . . . "
Francie squeezed his prick and grinned. "I'm really in the mood for a good . . . talk . . . "
CHAPTER TWO
The back house was a small cabin made into an exquisite study tucked away from everything in a nest of trees. Elliot sat down next to Francie on a couch.
"This is lovely, Elliot." She smiled into his eyes.
Since her hand was still on his cock, Elliot didn't know if she meant the cabin or his prick. He hoped it was the latter.
She leaned back, her simple, clinging dress outlining her curvy body. "Elliot? Do you want to fuck me?" Her voice was little-girl unsure.
Elliot reached for her. His voice was rough with desire. "I want to fuck you, suck you, everything you. Touch my ol' rammer. See how much he wants you." He pushed his hips toward the hand which had deserted the tool. "Hold my prick, baby."
She touched him, then began to moan. "Don't keep me waiting, Elliot, please. I need it so badly." She worked on his zipper.
After all the stimulation of the day, there was no way to go slowly now. He had to get his prick tightly in her snug little hole and pump away at her until he shot off. The delicacy and gentleness, even the fun, could come later. At that moment he needed to get rid of the massive load in his sweating balls. Fortunately, she seemed as needy as he.
With a savagery neither expected, Elliot shoved Francie back on the couch, shoved the skirt of her dress up around her waist, tugged down the filmy panties, and mounted her, his hand frantically working on his pants.
"Ooh . . .yes . . . just do it to me . . . just stick that big thing in me . . . Later I'll suck it for you . . . just stick it in me . . . " Francie let the excited plea bubble from her lips as Elliot prepared her and unzipped his fly. She could feel her wet pussy throbbing with need. It had been more than a week since she'd been fucked, and going longer than a day had always been difficult for her. She wriggled her hips expectantly. "Fuck me quickly with it, Elliot. Just ram it into me . . . I'm so hot for it.. . "
Elliot resisted an urge to clamp his palm down over her lovely mouth. Another few sexy words and he'd come in his own hand. His cock was so hard it hurt, and his balls felt as if they were stretched out of shape from all the cream in them. He gritted his teeth to maintain enough control to get it into her, found the puckered slit, and pressed his rod against it. He was counting from ten backwards as he reared back to shove it into her, so great was his urge to shoot off without a moment's delay.
Francie was ecstatic from the second she felt his prick against her hole. She threw her lovely legs up, ready to wrap around his back after the first plunge. She was beyond words now. She sighed softly into his ear as he stiffened before thrusting himself into her womb.
Just as he was bearing down the impossible happened; his inner ear was tuned for it, expecting it, as if he somehow knew this was a day set aside for suffering. He didn't recognize the call at first, just understood that someone was heading rapidly for the cabin and calling his name.
"Oh, no!" Francie whimpered.
But Elliot had no patience for her disappointment right then. She hadn't been the one with Elana, nor had she endured the threesome in the garden. No way was he able to be put off still another time that day. Caring nothing for the calling voice and the approaching footsteps, Elliot moved his guiding hand once on his cock and exploded all over Francie's hungry, waiting cunt.
Francie felt the hot come as it splattered over her dark triangle and the insides of her thighs, felt the man shudder in her arms, and gave a little squeal of frustration and anguish. "No!"
"Sorry, baby," Elliot panted, kissing her ear softly and straightening up. "Couldn't hold it back. Hang on till later. We'll work it out." He used a hand-made doily to wipe his cock and her crotch. His hand lingered only a moment on its softness. Then he pulled up her panties and her dress. "I'm going to eat that all night long, if I can," he promised, getting up and striding toward the door. "Yes? I'm here by the cabin," he called.
She got to the clearing by the cabin just as he had stepped outside. "Hi, big brother, where the hell were you?" A bright smile played on her pretty lips.
"Tere!" He grinned his surprise. "Tere! You got here!
She laughed. "Sure, baby, didn't you know I would? You know I can't stay from my family forever. Especially you." Her eyes skimmed over him appraisingly.
Elliot hadn't the faintest idea why, but he had always known that he was Tere's favorite brother. Elana had even kidded him about Tere wanting to fuck him. Her eyes on him now were warm, but not too sisterly. Even Elliot had to admit that.
He took the opportunity to return the inventory. Tere didn't look like most girls. She looked more like some inspired artist's impression of what a playboy bunny or a glamorous show girl should look like, and so rarely does. She was on the tall side, with a body so sexy, so curvy, so creamy and flawless that it seemed artificial, created by a Beverly Hills mad scientist equipped with the latest equipment. Her face was gorgeous. Her features were perfection, her teeth sensational, and her eyes, very blue, had that rare blazing appearance, as if little stars exploded in them every ten seconds. She was beautiful to the point of being something of a joke, and Elliot knew that every inch of her was the genuine article. Even her long, thick, waving red hair. The hippy levis and shapeless top she wore did next to nothing to disguise her beauty. In fact, it was her amazing looks which had started her off on her hippy life. There, she had thought, her looks would be secondary. There, in some earthy commune, she could at last form relationships based on her value as a person rather than the fact that she happened to have been born looking exactly like most women would give their right, if not left tit to look like.
Elliot wondered if she had been right, if she had found what she was looking for.
Tere's voice was soft, loving. "You're still the most beautiful man in the world, to me, anyway, big brother. You look great. Harder and healthier than the last time I saw you even." She did a little dance. "How do I look?"
He laughed. "What a question!" There were no compliments to give to a woman like Tere.
"What were you doing out here all by your.. . . " Tere looked up and saw Francie in the doorway. "Whoops! Question retracted."
Elliot grinned at both of them. "You still have the same old dirty mind, I see."
Tere shook her head. "Not dirty, brother, baby, sex is good, clean fun. Pretending it doesn't exist is what makes it so dirty."
Elliot glanced over at Francie, who had smoothed her hair and freshened her make-up. "Pretending sex doesn't exist is not where my head is, Tere. Honest."
"You couldn't prove it by me," she teased.
Francie shot Tere a coldly welcoming smile. "Why should he? He's your brother, remember?"
Elliot realized Francie was a little jealous and wanted to take her into his arms. While it was true that Francie was not as unearthly beautiful as his sister, he wanted her. Badly. And that made her even more beautiful. "Tere, you remember Francie, don't you? Mike's . . . "
He suddenly didn't know how to label her.
Tere nodded. "Sure. Hi, Francie, I just saw Mike in the house. He was wondering where you got to. Carpi and Elana and the others wanted to see you, too."
"Did you come up with Scott and Carol? How are they?"
As the talk drifted into family gossip Elliot felt the heat in his only partially relieved balls begin to fade. He guided the girls back to the main house.
They had a long, late lunch in the large dining room, which gave way to the first of what looked like a series of talks on how to handle the property problem. Because it was the first talk, everyone bent over backwards to be gracious and considerate, but no one gave an inch. But by the time everyone wanted to go off and rest or sight-see, all tempers were unruffled and the family feeling was running high. The twins insisted that they were unprepared for the mountain air and needed a little nap, and Kevin took them off to a guest bedroom, claiming, by necessity, the one with the only king-sized bed.
Carol, Scott Burn's wife, didn't bother to hide her shocked disapproval. She was a slender woman, a few years older than Scott, and she had the kind of true beauty people label "handsome" rather than pretty. Her light hair was cut short into a flattering fuck, and her features were exceptionally attractive. Elliot had never understood why Scott had married her. His younger brother had looked like a boy next to her, an eager student with a strict, but loved teacher. But they seemed happy enough together. Elliot rather hoped he would get to know Carol better this time, for his brother's sake.
He watched her as her eyes followed the threesome of Kevin, Nedra and Norma out of the dining room, trying to read her thoughts. Free to study her since her eyes were elsewhere, he grudgingly admitted that she really was a fine looking woman, but there was something about her that kept him from desiring her sexually very much. He wanted to know what that was all about, since Elliot had long ago admitted to himself that, given the chance, he'd fuck a cow if it would keep still long enough.
Elana glanced over at her husband several times, wondering what he had been up to outdoors all morning long. She was feeling the least bit worn down from doing the hostess thing. What she really wanted to do was fuck. She peeped over at Kevin as he exited the room and felt a strong pang in her crotch. She detested the twins, knowing they were giving him all she longed to give him. Erotic images of the three of them in bed flashed through her mind, and she grudgingly admitted she'd make it three women to his one if he would invite her along.
Her hand trembled slightly as she stirred her tea. Something was happening to her. She was as tense as a cat, and all feeling was centered dead in her cunt. She let her eyes slide over the remaining guests, as if interested in what they had to say. Her husband was studying Carol at the moment. He was really very good looking, she thought, and naked he was even more handsome. Her heart lurched at the thought of his cock. If she could get away with it, she'd duck under the table and suck it right now, even with the others sitting around talking business. She'd suck it until it shot off, then she'd swallow every drop of come and beg for another load.
She looked at Carol next, her quiet, unreadable sister-in-law. Elana wondered if she did much with that pussy of hers. Did she like fucking Scott? Did she suck him off? Did he lick her cunt, and if so, did she like it? Did she fuck other men behind Scott's back? And those tits of hers, could they really be as compact as they seemed. Elana tried to imagine Carol in any sexual position, with any man, and she finally decided that under that cool exterior might lurk a very hot pussy. Out of the blue, Elana experienced an urge to see her sister-in-law's cunt. The thought was strange enough to be interesting. She pursued it a bit. Once she had seen it, would she want to touch it? Beat it off, maybe? The thought presented possibilities. By this time Elana's own pussy was so wet, had been since fantasizing sucking her husband off under the table, that she decided to play a little game. What if she were ordered to do something sexual to everyone at this table, had to do it, no way out. The girls as well as the men. What would she do to each?
Elliot she would suck. Carol . . . would she lick her pussy? She had never done that to a woman, but wasn't that reason to try it, if only to know what it was like?
She turned her attention to Scott. He was the heaviest of the brothers, and also the most boyish, in a way. He seemed to be totally dedicated to Carol, and somewhat in awe of her. Elana got the distinct impression that he probably spent a great deal of time eating Carol, possibly even licking her asshole with great eagerness. That, then, is what she would do with Scott. She would let him suck her, especially her sensitive asshole.
Francine was next, and towards her Elana felt a mixed emotion of excitement and jealousy. She knew how badly Elliot wanted to fuck Francie, so she resented the girl in a catty, female way, yet there was something exciting about knowing how much Elliot did want her, almost as if they were in a way, two sides to one inseparable person, and anyone Elliot would want, Elana would want. For her sex act with this girl, Elana elected a fierce finger-fucking while Francie sucked her pussy. She wondered what it would feel like to drive her finger up the hole Elliot desired. She'd bring back the finger unwashed and let him suck it. She laughed silently.
Mike was sitting next to Francie, and Mike was easy to choose an act for. She'd let Mike fuck her. There was something in his young, catlike grace that made him a natural for a fuck. He would probably plow her for a half-hour, and when he finally come into her belly, Elana guessed she'd know she'd been fucked. She wondered if he had a big cock, and bet he did.
Tere was the only one left, and Elana studied her without being obvious about it. Tere was one weird girl. As unreal as her beauty was, that's how unreal she was as a person to Elana. Now the black haired woman attempted to study her as a body, rather than as Elliot's crazy sister. And as a body, she deserved a complete study. There was no way to absorb Tere's loveliness. She might as well have been a statue. Elana wondered what she would do to the sexy goddess if she were forced into some sort of lesbian act with her sister-in-law. She didn't take long making up her mind. Some strange desire to symbolically announce her awareness that, lovely as Elana was, she was not in league with this girl, spelled out the nature of the sexual act. Tere she would suck. Tere she would work her tongue in and out of. Elana knew she would lap Tere's flawless cunt, if she had to do something. The realization did something to her. She smiled warmly at Tere who happened to glance at her then, and almost wished her game were not a game at all. The thought of sucking Tere off was abruptly more exciting than anything she could imagine. Except possibly getting Kevin to fuck her . . .
All the females with the exception of the sleeping twins pitched in and did the dishes, put everything away, then threw together a huge warm-before-serving dinner. Then they went off in search of lovers or husbands.
Mike was reading on the couch. He put out an arm to Francie who snuggled in against him. No one else was in the room.
"Mike," she said softly, "I love you."
He looked at her, putting down the magazine, troubled by the edge of sadness in her voice. "Hey, nut, I love you, too. You do know that, don't you? I mean, my complaint with you over the body-possession thing had nothing to do with my loving you. It's important that you understand that."
She nodded. "I do, Mike. It's just that.. . " She looked up at him. "I almost just fucked your brother Elliot, out in the back house," she stated, intent on reading his reaction, no matter how subtle.
There was nothing subtle about his response.
He broke into a loud, sincere laugh. "No shit? Out of sight! That prick's been hot for your box for a long time. It's about time he got up his balls and hit on you!" He leaned over and gave her a pleased kiss, then pulled away. "What do you mean, almost? How come you didn't get it on?"
Francie bit her lower lip. Whatever she was hoping he'd say or do, was not going to happen. "Tere came along and called to him. He was so hot he came all over my pussy, though. He said he wanted to suck me off all night long, if he could."
Mike seemed delighted and aroused by the whole thing. "Maybe I could take care of Elana so you could get it together. It wouldn't be too much of a sacrifice to ram that one." He grinned down at her, seeing the confusion in her eyes. "I really want you to understand how I feel about all this, honey. If we ever plan to get married and all, we have to be straight about this. I don't believe loving you means I have to seal myself off from every other desirable cunt in the world, and I'd feel that way if I was marrying anyone. And I don't dig the idea of you keeping your cunt for me alone, since that way leads to boredom. Fucking other people shouldn't hurt our togetherness, since I want to marry you for other reasons than just the fact that I love your twat. Great as sex is with us, doing it with someone new is also a blast. I don't want to feel
I have to give it up just because I love you. And the thought of you out there with Elliot, letting him fuck you or come all over you, just happens to excite the shit out of me. To such a degree that I want to fuck you right now, myself, even though fucking was not on my mind until you told me about it. So fucking others will make me a more loving husband to you, not a less loving one, and having you make the scene with other guys makes me want you even more. So why can't you just accept it and try to get behind it? Maybe we can get enough action going right here, with my homey brothers and their sexy wives to convince you. What say we give it a try?"
Francie nodded slowly. "I can't seem to help feeling jealous, Mike. But I promise to give it a try."
He grinned and stroked her breasts. "I bet you're hot, after almost taking on Elliot."
Francie nodded, her eyes going soft the way they always did when she began to get hot.
"I better not fuck you, since I really do want to get into Elana's sexy pants later, if I can. How about if I eat you a little, just to get the edge off before Elliot corners you again ? I know you. You need a come or two before really getting into it. I want you to give Elliot-and whoever else wants it-some of the best pussy they ever had." His hand dropped to her skirt and disappeared under it. "So I'm going to lick you nice and slow, slow and easy, until you're coming all over the place. I love the taste of your pussy, baby.. . " His hand wast up her panties, knowing from long experience exactly how she liked being rubbed.
"We . . . we can't.. . not here . . . like this . . . " she protested weakly, her cunt juicing at his touch. She spread her thighs a little so he could fondle her clit more easily.
He took his hand out of her silk panties. "Both these doors happen to lock. Lock them, then skin out of those pants and come over here. I want you to sit on my face."
Francie obeyed on weak knees. When Mike played with her this way she was jelly all over.
Mike watched her drop her panties and decided against having her strip all the way. There was something particularly exciting about taking her like this, where anyone might come by and knock, and when she was wearing all her clothing, as if she might have to get off him at any second. He felt himself getting an erection.
She walked over to him, naked under her skirt, and waited until he put a little pillow on the floor for his head. Then he got on his back and gestured for her to get into position.
Breathing hard, she kneeled at either side of his head and let his hands firmly guide her down on his mouth. Her skirt covered his head completely as he began to kiss the insides of her thighs.
"Damn, I can taste Elliot's come. You sure must have gotten the son of a bitch hot. He must have come a quart all over you."
Francie was about to apologize for not cleaning herself up, but realized that wasn't how he meant it. The thought of his brother shooting off all over her obviously excited him, so it therefore excited her. "He did," she agreed softly. "He was so hot he couldn't stop. He just grabbed his big cock and right away he came. Another second and all that would have been filling my pussy. He was ready to ram that rod right up me. He's really going to give it to me tonight.. . "
Mike began to suck her clit, his cock so hard it was threatening to bust out of his pants. Francie always was a talker. She loved to talk all the way through sex, always sensing what to say to make her partner even more stimulated than he already Was. It was one of the reasons she was so fantastic in bed. She had an uncanny awareness of key phrases and pet fetishes, so that the very first time they had ever fucked she knew somehow that he preferred her calling it a cock then a prick, begging him not to hurt her too much, as if she were a virgin, seeming somehow to have detected a faint sadism in him that got him hot at the thought of hurting a girl with his big cock, even though he actually didn't want to hurt anyone outside of his erotic fantasies.
"That feels so good . . . Elliot's big cock got me so hot, Mike . . . I just know he's going to ram it up me tonight. Maybe he'll make me suck his nice cock off, too. And he'll insist that I swallow every drop of it. Ooh . . . that feels so good . . . Is your cock hard, darling? As hard as Elliot's when he shot off all over me? Can you still taste his come on me? Ooh . . . aah . . . run your tongue in and out of my hole, too, Mike. Where Elliot is going to ram his giant cock . . . "
"Oh, fuck," Mike breathed, too excited to keep still due to the goading little voice he'd never been able to resist. He pushed her down onto the rug on her back, her ass on the pillow he'd been using, and began to suck her passionately. His aching cock was pressing into the rug soothingly, and her frantic thighs wrapping around his head muted her voice enough so that he could finish her off without spilling over himself. There was a price to pay from choosing such a mate, he thought sluggishly. But what a price . . . If they could only resolve that jealousy thing of hers they would be the happiest couple of all. Well, perhaps this weekend would do it.. . Then he stopped thinking at all. He was content to torment her plump clit with his teeth and tongue and spear her hole as best he could. When he knew she was ready he did what she liked best of all, knowing she'd plead with him to stop, but would kill him if he eve did. He opened his mouth and sucked the flesh around her clit, a steady sucking pressure that was uninterrupted by her wildly thrashing body. He continued sucking her like this until her words were muffled screams.
"No! God! Don't! Please don't! I can't take it! It's too much! No! Oh, God, no!" she sobbed as the steady sucking continued in spite of her pleadings. "You're sucking me! You're sucking me! Oh, God, you're sucking me so hard! Stop! Stop! Oh! Oh! Ooh! No! Ooh . . . ooh . . . oh . . . I'm coming . . . I'm coming . . . Now . . . now . . . suck . . . suck . . . ahh . . . ahh . . . Ooh . . . "
He didn't take his mouth away until she was finished spasming against his lips. Only when she was still did he release her delicious flesh.
She reached out for him without opening her eyes. "No one . . . no one in the world like you, Mike, darling, no one . . . "
He kissed her hard, then pressed his advantage. Now that he had gotten her consent to try sharing this weekend, he didn't want to let up on it. "I hope Elana likes it as much as you do, baby. Because I'm going to spend a solid hour lapping her sexy black cunt tonight. But not until after I pump this load into her. Sucking you got me so hot I'd love to go get her now and give it to her while you watch or tickle my ass or something. God, I'm hot!"
Francie stiffened slightly, unsure especially now that she was satisfied herself. "Do you want me to suck you, darling? Or beat you off? Or we could fuck . . . " Her hand started for his cock.
Mike grinned, reading her mind, the mind he knew so well. But he didn't press it, playing instead. "Naw, I better save it. You're so damn sexy I'd probably be limp for the rest of the night if I touched you now. Then there would go our experiment." He got up slowly and patted his still hard prick. "He'll adjust. Good for his soul. Besides, we'd better unlock the doors before someone misses us. And I'd better wash up before my dear sister gives me a sisterly kiss."
Francie got up and pulled her panties back on. The mention of Tere irritated her all over again. "I doubt if Tere is capable of a sisterly anything. I swear she's hot for all of you! Her own brothers. And especially Elliot. Mike, I'm sure your sister wants to fuck Elliot!"
Mike merely shrugged. "Let her. I think she's pretty sexy, myself." He unlocked the doors.
"Mike! Your own sister?"
He grinned and grabbed her, mock serious as he imitated her shocked voice. "Yes! My very own sister! If men were honest they'd admit that they'd probably all like to fuck their very own sisters, if it was possible. Simply because most men, bar the conditioning factor, would like to fuck any chick that's reasonably attractive-shit, not even that. It he's hot enough, most men with no thought at all, would fuck anything with a hole if it was willing, up to the probably including their own mothers. That, my innocent sweet, is the facts of life! So yes, if it comes down to it, I would condescend to fuck sister Tere-my very own sister!-who happens, incidentally, to be one sexy cunt." His speech over, Mike waved and disappeared into the hallway in search of a bathroom.
Francie dropped down on the couch, unsure what to make of the man she loved, a million conflicting thoughts running through her mind at the same time. Finally, in confused exhaustion, she fell asleep.
"Scott? Are you asleep?" Carol turned over on the bed. Its mattress was too firm. She was not comfortable and, although the heavy lunch and mountain air had made her sleepy, she could not sleep. Her slip was twisted around her taut body and she sat up to adjust it. "Scott?"
He turned over and opened his eyes. At once he smiled at her. "You called me, Carol?"
She looked down at him. At her request, he always slept naked, even for catnaps. She liked having him naked and ready, if she happened to feel like having sex. Besides, in a curiously masculine fashion, she liked looking at his body whenever she chose. "I can't sleep," she complained, in a deliberately whining manner.
They understood each other so completely. They had met in a gay bar in Hollywood. She had been a full-fledged lesbian since her teens, but he was only in the experimental stage. He had been blown by a few gay boys, and fucked by one insistent roommate at college, and had even been forced into sucking off two soldiers after a drunken party, but he was not entirely committed when they met. They had taken to each other at once, and had ended up going to Carol's house. There she listened to him expound on his loneliness and inability to get along with the average woman who expected him to play the strong male role, and finally she admitted that she hated homosexual life and longed for some trace of normality. But they hadn't fallen into each other's arms that quickly. Scott ended up renting a room from the slightly older girl, and slowly the friendship began to flower.
One night, after drinking a great deal, Carol confessed that she was hot, that it had been months since she had touched another woman or let one touch her. She admitted that she needed a tongue between her legs so bad that she was entertaining the thought of going out and picking up a woman right then.
Scott hadn't planned it at all. One minute he was listening to her, looking at her coldly beautiful face, and the next he was across the room and on his knees before her chair. He had never sucked a woman's pussy before, but it suddenly seemed the most natural thing in the world to him. She was wearing a robe with panties underneath, and he felt very sure of himself as he pushed the crotch of the panties out of the way and applied his virgin tongue to her wet slit. He ended up eating her cunt all night long, bringing her to orgasm repeatedly, until finally, as the first hint of morning entered the room, she took pity on his straining erection and spread for him.
He had mounted her gently, in awe over her beauty and instinctive ability to command them. He stuck his cock into her pussy carefully, as if into something sacred, and took the time to ask her if she were sure she wanted this, assuring her that he would do whatever she wanted, now and always, going off to bed with his cock on fire, if that's how she wanted it. But she urged him into her unbroken pussy, and they fucked silently, almost joylessly. Yet Scott had the most satisfying orgasm of his life, and by the time he returned to his perch between her thighs, his chin nuzzling the sticky hairs, he was hopelessly in love.
They were married three months later. On her terms. Which included conducting their lives to her comfort, agreeing to never have children, and to be sexually true to each other unless she saw reason not to be. He agreed readily, and had been blissful since that day.
"I just can't seem to fall asleep, she repeated.
He was all compassion. "I'm sorry, Carol. I know you're tired. Is there anything I can do? Would you like me to lick you? That usually makes you sleepy. Or would you like me to rub you?"
She looked down at his fat cock. Already it stirred a little, just at the possibility of sex. "I don't know . . . Yes, rub it. Gently. I feel restless."
He placed his hand on her mound and rubbed lovingly. Part of the reason they were inseparable was Scott's ability to always know what his wife desired, sometimes even more than she knew herself. Now the reason for Carol's restlessness popped into his mind with the solidity of fact. "You're restless, Carol, because being around all these lovely girls has excited you. It's been a long time since you've had any pussy, and here it is, staring you in the face. If you know what I mean. Elana, Tere, those twins, Francie . . . They're each so lovely, and obviously so hot. Bitches in heat, every one of them. Not worth a hair of your cunt, darling, but still . . . I think you are excited by them. I think you want to suck them."
Carol considered what he had said. Finally she nodded. "You're right." She sighed. "I thought that was all over with."
He rubbed her pussy a little harder and carefully parted the lips. She was unusually wet down tiiere, and her large clitoris was stiff. "I guess there will always be a trace of it. Not that it's important. Besides, something's going on in this house. We weren't called here just for business. I can sense it. You can smell the odor of cunt in every room. Everyone is excited by everyone else. I think my dear brother and his sex-pot of a wife has called up all together for a little fun and games. I'm not sure I'm up to it, even if you feel it's permissible, under the circumstances. But you, my dear, should take advantage of all this waiting pussy. Considering the quiet way we live, who knows when such a chance will come your way again?" His hand began to move, squeezing her clit and easing into her hole the least little bit. Suddenly his cock was very hard. "I want very much to penetrate you with my cock. May I, darling? Please?"
Carol considered his request. "No," she said finally. "I don't feel up to it. But you may play with your cock while you finger me, if you like."
He obeyed, grabbing his cock tightly in one hand, tickling her clit with the other. A blissful smile settled on his lips. "Would you like to suck one of those girls, Carol?"
She raised her hips a little. "Rub me a little harder, Scott. If you can't do both things at once.. . . "
"Sorry." He paid more attention to her wonderful cunt.
"Yes," she answered thoughtfully. "I suppose I would like to suck them, damn it. I really would."
"Which one," he asked, his prick throbbing in his hand. He rubbed the underside of her clit, then fingered her hole again.
She thought about it. "All of them, one at a time. Maybe Francie, most of all. No, Tere. No, Tere's too perfect, you know? I can't even imagine her cunt. Francie, then . . . all of them . . . " Her eyes closed as the finger started doing its magic, coaxing an explosion. "All of them . . . " She was silent as she came, but Scott was not. Feeling her come was all he needed.
He gave his prick a final jerk and moaned as the thick cream shot up out of his balls and showered his fist with dollops of sperm. Sighing, he removed his hand from his wife's crotch and licked his fingers. By the time he was through Carol was sound asleep. Kissing her shoulder softly, careful not to disturb her, Scott turned over and closed his eyes.
Elana and Elliot had some unavoidable work to do while the others entertained themselves. The demands of their mail-order business was not insufferable, but it did require constant checking. They were strangely quiet as they worked, sneaking glances at each other speculatively. When finally it was time to see about the salad for dinner, Elana spoke before leaving the office.
"Doesn't it feel like we should be taking a vacation? I don't mean only from working, but from . . . well, all the demands of our lives . . . " She eyed him thoughtfully.
He believed he understood her meaning. He grinned. "A sort of vacation from life, huh? Like a lost weekend? a drunken nobody-gives-a-damn weekend?" he asked hopefully. They smiled at each other.
"If everything works out that way, I probably won't remember a thing, come Monday morning.
"I probably wouldn't, either," she agreed, leaving the room. And so it was decided, should the opportunity come up, sex was the game, and no one would tally up the scores after the others had left.. .
The twins and Kevin, not surprisingly, did sleep. Nedra was the first to awaken. She yawned and stared out the window at the fading sunlight. Then she glanced down at her sister and Kevin. He was in the middle, as always, his arm thrown up across his handsome face.
As if sensing her eyes on him, Kevin woke suddenly and completely. He stared up at her, identifying her by feel more than sight. "Nedra? Hi, baby. Did you have a good nap? Shit, I sleep like a log up here."
"That one's hot for you. Did you know that?" She leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"What one?" He glanced in confusion at Norma. "Your sister?" Women confused him as a matter of course.
"The Oriental bitch. The one with the slanty eyes and big tits. Your sister-in-law."
"Oriental . . . oh! You mean Elana?" He laughed. "Man, you chicks sure are catty. Elana's maybe one tenth Oriental, if that. What do you mean, she's hot for me? "
Nedra studied his grinning face. "As if you didn't know. Why don't you give her some? She can hardly keep her eyes off your cock. And the way you stare at her . . . " She reached into his shorts and fondled his balls.
Now he knew she was just posing. His grin widened. "You know I always stare at tits and cunts when I can get away with it. I like it, and I never saw a chick who didn't, deep down. It makes them feel like women." He looked at her hand on his crotch. "I like that, too."
She ignored the compliment. "Are you trying to tell me you wouldn't like to fuck her?" She tightened her grasp on his balls. "Confess, or I'll deball you, Kevin Burns."
"You wouldn't dare. You like it too much." He made his face comic-scared. "I'll 'fess, I'll 'fess . . . I wanna fuck her. Now you going to beat me with whips?" He kissed her.
The voices finally woke Norma. She blinked sleepily. "Whips?"
Nedra laughed. "I just got our man here to admit that he'd like to fuck old what's her face, Elana."
Norma snuggled sleepily against Kevin. "That's nice. I always did believe in sharing the wealth. Can we sleep some more?"
Laughing and communicating like children with eye language, Kevin and Nedra began pelting the sleepy girl with pillows. When she had finished screaming, the three of them cuddled together and went back to sleep, Nedra's hand returning to his crotch.
Dinner went quickly. Afterwards they all gathered around the fireplace in the living room, comfortably talking about jobs, people, and finally movies. The subject somehow got around to x-rated movies and sex.
"Anything goes these days," Francie commented. "They get into subjects they'd never touch even five years ago. I saw a movie on . . . on . . . What's it called, Mike? You know, when you do it with animals."
He grinned. "Bestiality, dumb-dumb. You mean that Eric Shannborge flick. That was something else! I swear, it was the first time I ever got hot over a sheep, or whatever it was he was screwing!"
"Yes, bestiality, that's it. And then we saw one where incest was the subject, about a guy who was hot for his daughter. Nothing's sacred anymore." Francie smiled sweetly.
The barb towards his little lecture didn't go over Mike's head. He smiled back, just as sweetly. "But incest is no big thing, honey. I don't know why you insist that it is. Conditioning, that's all. Knock out the conditioning which lays a big taboo trip on incest, and everyone would be fucking everyone else, without thought of family ties."
"I think that's essentially true," Carol offered, surprising everyone. "Society imposes taboos, and they wouldn't have to if we naturally didn't desire these very acts."
Unexpectedly, Tere giggled. Everyone stared at her. "I'm sorry, but it's funny. You all sound so intellectual about the thing. I mean, we're all just talking about sex. Fucking. Yet I think you'd all be shocked if I flat-ass told you I'd like to go to bed with one of my brothers, huh?"
They all began protesting at once. A strange excitement gripped them. It was as if everyone was silently saying "this is it.. . this is it.. . "
Tere eyed them speculatively, a small grin on her lovely lips. "I've never really made any dust about it, but you all know I'd like to try out each one of you, all my brothers, that is." She laughed. "Even some of my sisters-in-law, if you want to get into another so-called taboo." She stared openly at the men. "I dig you, Kevin, darling. I bet you're great in the sack. And you, Scott, I don't know about you, but I'd be willing to try and see." She giggled at the way he whitened at her invitation. "And you, Mike, mmm, you remind me of some of the studs in the commune. We'd have a ball together, baby. No pun intended."
Mike was the only one of the three to meet her eyes openly. "Any time, Tere. Any time you say. Having you for a sister hasn't been easy. You were my first wet dream when I was a kid." He grinned boyishly.
Tere returned the grin, and her eyes sealed the promise. "Very soon, baby. For sure." Then she looked at Elliot. "And you, big brother.. . " She sighed. "You. Hey, Elliot, do you know you were the first man I ever loved? And do you know I really, really want you to fuck me?"
The room was in utter silence. Tere's playacting had stopped, and she was deadly serious.
"My apologies, Elana, honey," she continued. "But that's where it's at. Elliot's been mine longer than he's been yours, and I think it's a genuine drag that some silly rule or taboo says I can't fuck him. Now are you all shocked?"
Kevin spoke first. "You always shock everyone, Tere. Not so much by what you do, or even what you say, but certainly by the way you say the thing." He smiled. "Actually, the whole concept's sexy as hell, if you want to know what
I think. But taking it past the conceptual level is something else again. I guess most of us are conditioned more than we'd ever admit."
"But that's just a matter of degree, anyway." Mike looked thoughtful. "Dig. It's shocking or sinful or something to fuck your own daughter, right? But how about your daughter-in-law? And how about that same daughter-in-law if she'd been widowed, say, for the past five years? And if it's so shocking to fuck your sister, how about your sister-in-law?" He glanced over at Kevin. "You can't tell me, Kevin, that you've never thought of fucking Elana here, can you? I mean, I've seen the way the two of you eye each other! Hey, I'm not accusing anyone of anything, but face facts." He smiled at Elana, whose face seemed a shade paler than usual. "Or, for that matter, to bring the whole thing closer to home, what about me? I've wanted to get into your pants, Elana, since the first time I ever saw you."
There was a pause while Elliot got up and poured fresh drinks.
Everyone had been drinking quickly and steadily since the conversation became personal and sexual. Now they all accepted the new drinks with a protective glow.
Mike put his drink down after a small sip. He suddenly realized he was on the brink of being drunk, and that the others must be more or less there already. He had been doing the most talking and the least drinking of the bunch.
Finally, Elana answered. She raised her glass in a mock toast, too hot and too woosy to keep from spilling her drink. "I'm flattered. To say the least. And ready to give any old thing a try. Once, anyways.. . " She polished off her drink and held her glass up for another.
Nedra leaned forward, her pretty face absolutely demoniacal in the flickering light of the fire. "Talk, talk, talk. If my brother were here, I'd fuck him in front of all of you . . . She took another sip. "That would prove the point, once and for all."
Elliot couldn't keep from grinning at that. Hadn't anyone told Nedra that eating your own sister was another form of incest?
"A bunch of squares, that's what you are at heart. Making a big deal about fucking your brother-in-law!"
Mike decided to finish the drink, after all. He got to his feet shakily, deliberately pretending to be even more drunk than he was. That way, if it backfired, he could always be excused on the ground of intoxication.. . . One sober look at the gathering would have reassured him. Kevin was half-nodding against the twins, his hand on Norma's pussy and down Nedra's blouse. Elliot's face was dark with excitement, a sure sign that he had a big erection. Elana was breathing hard as she did in still another whiskey. Her hands shook as she fondled the glass. Scott was bent over in a blatantly fetal position, staring at the blank spot where Carol had been until a few moments before. Francie was staring at Mike, her face a mixture of desire and anger. But when she glanced over at Elliot, whose eyes were glued to her body, she smiled and her nipples immediately hardened.
"Shit, I resent that," Mike grandstanded, on his feet. "I'm no square, baby." He held his hand out to Elana. "Honey, unless you're a lot more chicken-shit that I think you are, you'll cuddle up with me on this nice rug and I'll fuck your brains out. With Elliot's permission, of course."
Elliot could hardly drag his eyes away from Francie to respond. Drunk as she was, Elana didn't miss that fact. It wiped out the last traces of her reluctance.
"My pleasure, Mike, old man. As long as I get reciprocal honors with . . . " Elliot gestured in Francie's direction.
"Goes without saying." He reached for Elana. "How about it, you beautiful woman, you."
Feeling like a pagan sacrifice, or a temple virgin, Elana nodded and got to her feet. She held on to Mike to steady herself, then allowed him to push her down to the rug. The flames, low as they were, illuminated them and threw the others into darkness, so that at the first touch of Mike's hand, she was able to forget anyone else was in the room at all.
The fire felt very nice on her flesh as he silently began to undress her. Elana was wearing a hostess robe, a long, flowing garment with an endless zipper. He started pulling at the neck, and touched her thigh before he had it open all the way. She wore a bra and panties underneath.
Mike pushed the soft folds out of the way until Elana was ringed in orange and yellow chiffon, the material making a halo around her as the dying fire threw a stage around the two of them. Her long dark hair was fanned out on the white rug, and the darkness of her bra and panties emphasized the whiteness of her flesh. When he had her arms and legs free of the billowing cloth, he reached under her back and undid the bra, pulling it off as he sat up.
Her eyes closed as the warm air teased her naked tits. It felt good, but not nearly as good as his mouth when it finally claimed a nipple.
"Uum . . . that's nice, baby . . . " She pushed her over-ripe body up at him. "Suck the other one, too."
Mike complied, wondering what the others were doing. It was so quiet he half-suspected they had drifted away. He turned his attention to her lush breasts and pebbly nipples. Slowly he began to feel his cock harden.
Francie watched Mike begin to undress Elana, and she felt a stabbing ache cut through the protective haze of the booze. He was kissing her, feeling her up, and try as she might, it still hurt Francie's guts. Ripping her eyes from the scene, Francie got up and walked quickly into the dark dining room.
She made her way to a chair without turning on the lights. She sank down gratefully, feeling the alcohol now when she needed it least. She sat quietly and alone only for a moment.
Elliot had waited only a second after the girl had left the room. Then he followed. Part of him wanted to stay and watch his wife be fucked by his brother, but the need to get inside Francie was too urgent, besides, he reasoned, he would have all the chance in the world to watch his wife get fucked. He was sure of it.
Francie looked up when she felt the hand on her arm, half-believing it would be Mike, ashamed and pleading to be forgiven. But when Elliot pulled her to him, she didn't resist. His mouth crushed hers, his tongue slipped into her mouth, and she all but forgot her anger, indeed, forgot her Mike.
This girl was like a firecracker in his arms. Elliot's cock was agonizingly stiff. He loved kissing her and rubbing against her. Like this afternoon, there was no possibility of holding back. He had to get into her pants with his prick or die. One come inside her pussy and he would be ready to do whatever she wished, for as long as she wanted it. But first he had to fuck the ass off her.
She let him undress her, all the while whispering in his ear. "What are you doing to me? Are you going to fuck me? Ooh, Elliot, I love the way you play with my tits. Aah . . . your hand in my panties is so wonderful.. . . Ooh! No! Don't do that to me with your finger anymore! If you keep sticking your finger up my hole like that I'll come all over it! Ooh . . . aah . . . that feels so good . . . "
Elliot didn't know what magic genie told her exactly the right things to say, but that voice of hers, so childlike yet worldly-wise, was driving him up the wall. There would be no stopping him this time. If his own mother were watching, he would have no choice but to go right ahead and fuck Francie in spite of the audience. Not that there was much to worry about this time. His own wife was probably getting a cunt full of Mike's cock by now . . . He kicked off his pants in record time.
Elana was totally caught up in the heat of her loins and the dying heat of the flames near her head as she felt rather than thought. Mike's head was between her legs now, gently, coaxingly sucking her pussy. He had tongued the sparse cunt hairs lovingly, then parted her thighs just enough to slip his tongue inside her. And now he was lost in her cunt, sucking and licking like he had all the time in the world.
A branch popped, depositing a spark close enough to the woman to cause her to open her slitted eyes more. She found herself looking, without horror or embarrassment, up into the faces of several watchers. Dimly she recognized Kevin, but although his eyes were hotly on her body, his cock was lost into Norma's gagging throat. Nedra was watching her also, and her hand was on her own pussy. They still wore clothing, but seemed to think nothing of pushing it up or down, as long as it was out of the way . . .
Scott was watching Elana also, a combination of desire and horror on his face, and unreadable mixture that would have amused rather than alarmed Elana if she had been less involved in what she was doing than she was.
Tere was staring at Elana and Mike as if hypnotized. It took Elana a moment to realize that the hand up Tere's cunt was Nedra's.
Carol, Francie and Elliot didn't seem to be around, but at the moment Elana couldn't have cared less.. .
Mike was lost in the shuddering wetness of his sister-in-law's cunt. The slippery flesh surrounded and engulfed him, filling his mouth with its creamy juices, his nostrils with its rich scent, forcing his senses to the awareness of nothing other than her physical being. He had started out to make a point with Francie, but now would be hard-pressed to remember her name, much less his point.
His prick was pressing against his belly menacingly. As he reached down and attempted to remove his clothing without interrupting his sucking action, invisible hands reached out and helped him . . .
He was into her; he was buried in her flesh, his strong cock wedged up against the mouth of her little womb. All the playing was over now, and he finally knew the ecstasy of surrounding his prick with her hot, sucking cunt.
He could barely move. It was impossible to move. As soon as he began the inevitable rocking back and forth in her pussy he would begin to come. Then this, their first real fuck, would come to an end.
Francie squirmed on the pole upon which she was impaled. "Oh, Elliot, darling . . . that feels so wonderful! Your big cock all the way up my hole! Ooh, Elliot, you're fucking me--
It feels so good.. . . " She wriggled her ass a tiny bit, but immediately stopped as his hands forced her to be still. "I can't help it." she sighed. "I can't stay still with your huge prick in me. My hole is stretched tight with you . . . Yours is the biggest prick I've ever had in me.. .
Again he wanted her to stop talking so he wouldn't spill over too quickly, and at the same time wanted her to talk, talk him off, something no one else had ever done to him. But no one else ever had such a soft, coaxing, little-girl, sophisticated-whore voice . . .
". . . Are you going to start ramming that big pole of yours into my cunt, Elliot, darling? I don't think I can take it. Oh, but I want to try! Yes . . . yes . . . You're going to start fucking me with that big banger.. . I know you are. Ooh . . . it feels so wonderful.. . " Francie tightened her muscles around the huge invader. "I . . . I think I can almost come, without your moving it at all. I think I'm going to come, just from feeling it in there, filling me, hurting me, loving me.. . "
Elliot was very still, but he bit down hard on his bottom lip. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. Elana was so difficult to bring to an orgasm. And here this little doll of a creature was getting her snatch all set to explode just from having his cock in her! He could swear he felt his cock grow another half-inch, just from the thought of it.
"Yes! Yes, I am! I can feel it! Oh, Elliot! I'm going to come, just from having that big prick of yours up my hole! I need fucking so badly, and Mike sometimes won't stick his prick in me for a week! I get so desperate I'll sit on anything. One night I even let a fifteen year old boy who lives downstairs from us fuck me!" She broke off her strongly erotic confessions to sigh and moan. "I'm coming . . . ooh, Elliot, your prick . . . your cock . . . fucking me . . . " She moaned more loudly while her muscles packed down around his cock with surprising strength as she came. "Aah . . . ooh . . . yes!"
Elliot held tightly to her dimpled ass as she came. The temptation to join her was almost overwhelming, but he held on tightly to control the urge. He wanted to ride her all night long, forever, if he could . . .
She was talking again, even before the waves had ceased to rock her belly. "That's so good, so good . . . I'm getting used to having your prick in me now . . . it feels like it's always been filling my cunt. So wonderful, so very wonderful . . . I really did sit on that little boy's cock one night. I was so hot I couldn't help myself. And Mike wants me to fuck other guys. But I wouldn't do it, so he wouldn't give it to me, and there was this boy with tight pants and a big hard-on sitting right outside my door. I couldn't keep from asking him inside. I couldn't keep from giving him his very first blow job . . . He shot his load right in my mouth. I swallowed every bit of it, then licked his cock and balls until he was hard again. I got so excited I even licked his asshole for him, but don't tell Mike that, okay, Elliot?" She tightened up on his cock again, obviously enjoying the press of her muscles against the rock hardness of his prick. Her own words were acting on her also, pitching her excitement even higher.
Elliot couldn't speak. Every word of hers brought him a little closer to coming. Yet what she was saying was too stimulating to turn off. So he listened, biting his lip until he tasted the saltiness of his own blood.
"It was so wonderful, Elliot, that boy. When he was hard again I sat on it. The kid didn't even know what to do. It didn't matter. I sat right down on it and came, just like I did now, came just from sitting on a cock. Then I fucked him good. I fucked him so good that I was sore the whole next day. I even did something I almost never do." Her giggle was shaky. "He was so young and strong, he barely came when he got another hard-on and wanted to fuck me some more. There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for his cock by then. So I sucked it until it was nice and wet, then climbed back up on his lap again, only this time I took his prick right up my asshole! I only let Mike give it to me that way once in a while, when I'm too hot to refuse him anything, or when my cramps are too bad . . . But I let this kid have me that way, and even though it was like trying to shit a brick, he was so big, I loved it.. . . " The memory, real or imagined, thrilled Francie so much that she began to move on Elliot's cock. "I loved it . . . just as I love your cock . . . just as I need your big, wonderful cock . . . Fuck me, darling, give it to me good. I don't care how much it hurts, just shove it up my hole . . . ram it into me again and again . . . "
The agony in his balls was without end or beginning. All choice was gone now, and he began to push his cock in and out of her. There was no holding back now . --. He began to fuck her in earnest.. .
Scott sat in a darkened corner and tugged on his short, fat prick. He wanted Carol badly, but his guess was that she was off in search of pussy. There was nothing he could do about it. Well, there was one thing he could do, and he was doing that right now. It felt wonderful, too. Carol didn't often let him play with himself. Today had been a rare treat, and this was a stolen extra, sitting here in the corner, with his prick in his fist.
He glanced nervously at the others. Kevin's prick was still deeply embedded in a mouth, but now it seemed to be Nedra who was blowing him. Scott thought his handsome brother had a magnificent cock. He was surprised at how attractive it was. Could it be that he had some lingering homosexual urges of his own? Scott considered the possibility. Would he like to be in Nedra's place right now, sucking Kevin's meat? He moved his hand on his prick a little more forcefully . . .
Elana was rocking back and forth on her back now, Mike's prick deeply up her cunt. He was fucking her with short, hard jabs, his mouth relentless at her nipples, biting and sucking them as he deliberately fucked her cunt like a truck driver. She was loving it. It was almost more than she could stand, this young male kind of fucking, thoughtless of her needs and for that very reason, satisfying them more completely than if that was his sole intention. She wrapped her legs around his ass and hung on, content to let him direct their fucking. Dimly she was aware of the others in the room. Their excited whispering and breathing was loud in her ears, yet it had nothing to do with the ecstasy she was feeling.
Mike loved the silky wetness of his sister-in-law's cunt. When he had first begun to plow it, he was only looking for a quick fuck. But he had felt so at home in her slick little pussy that he wanted to draw it out, explore the mouth of her womb with his cock as he had with his tongue. Her cushioning cunt lips were up against the wiry nest of hairs at the base of his belly and his huge, hanging balls bounced against her puckered asshole. He looked down as he slowly withdrew his cock, delighted to see the way the pearl-like inner lips trailed along with his dick, clinging to them as if he was turning her inside out with his massive tool. He sucked very hard on the nipple in his mouth, the ripe grape that was swollen from his sucking mouth, his hungry lips, his demanding tongue . . . All the while his prick continued to move in and out of her delicious pussy which seemed to be begging for more . . .
"Oh, my God!" Elana cried suddenly, surprise as well as passion distorting her beautiful features in the dwindling firelight. "I'm going to come! I'm going to come!"
From her voice Mike knew she was one of the slow ones, the kind of woman who extracts an orgasm only rarely, and then only as the result of great effort. Well, he thought grimly, I'm going to not only get this one from her, but another one as well . . . He pumped her faster, taking great pains to concentrate on his strokes rather than the feeling. He would ruin it by coming. He wanted to give her a time she'd never forget, a time which couldn't be overshadowed by Kevin when he finally got around to ramming her.
Elana came with a muted scream, her arm thrust against her lips. She tightened her grasp on him with her strong legs, then released him as best she could while the orgasm crashed through her body. Finally she fell backwards, her body limp, while the dick in her stayed as hard and demanding as ever. She sighed deeply. It was going to be quite a weekend . . .
His come was glorious, carrying with it the pent-up longing of more than two years. He shot what seemed like a cupful of semen into his brother's girlfriend, wishing he had still more to flood her with. He was aware that she came with him, easily, joyously, and that her excitement was still riding high.
Slowly Elliot withdrew his shriveling prick, pulling back far enough to look down at her lovely body in the darkness. She was even more than he'd dreamed.
"Would you like me to suck it hard again? I will, if you want me to. I'll do anything you want me to," Francie whispered softly.
Heart pounding, he bent over and kissed her come-dripping crotch. "I'm going to take you up on that, Francie, baby, but first I have to use the head. Wait for me here, huh? I'm a long way from being finished with you for the evening."
Actually, it was his curiosity about Elana as much as his need to piss that urged him into his clothing. That, and the long-standing need to be untouched at least for a few minutes following an orgasm. He kissed her pussy again before slipping into the other room.
Francie got up and thought about dressing. Instead she dropped to the rug again. She was by no means satisfied. It took a great deal to put out her fire when it was this high. She wished for a little action to tide her over until Elliot returned. She even considered playing with herself. But that was no fun . . . yet there was no one to play with . . . no one to talk to . . .
Without being able to read the younger girl's mind, Carol somehow sensed that the time was right to approach her. "Francie, my dear . . . "
Francie looked around, startled. "What.. . "
Carol dropped down next to her, a cool hand on Francie's bare knee. "It's me, darling, Carol. I've been here all the time, watching, hearing you and Elliot. It was . . . very exciting, darling." Her breathing was as loud as her voice. She worked the hand higher on Francie's leg. She had a number of remembered approaches in mind, but the warm scent of the naked girl drove them all away. Carol felt only the urgency. "Francie . . . I'm so hot . . . I have to do something or go out of my mind. You . . . you're so sweet, so beautiful . . . Let me kiss you, Francie. Please. Just a little, yes?" Meanwhile her hand was at the edge of Francie's wet cunt. She was tugging lovingly at the soft hairs.
Francie snapped out of her surprise. She hardly knew Carol, and now the woman was all over her. Strangely, it excited rather than repulsed her. "Kiss me? Kiss me all over? Do you mean you want to suck my pussy? Lick my cunt?"
Carol nodded mutely then, worried that the girl couldn't see the gesture, voiced her answer. "Yes," she groaned dryly. "Yes! Please!"
Francie leaned backwards, opening her legs as she got into position. "I love being licked. I don't care who sucks my pussy, just as long as somebody sucks it. It feels so good . . . "
Groaning, Carol fell to her knees and bent over the girl, kissing her way up Francie's adorable legs. The scent of sperm and pussy juice was strong as she moved up the insides of the girl's thighs, but Carol, usually fastidious, could care less. She was near coming herself when she finally reached the girl's slit.
It was then that Francie pushed her away. "Wait!" she ordered. "Listen, if you really want to eat me, first stick your tongue up my hole and clean it out real nicely. Elliot filled me up with his come. I want you to lick it off me. If you won't, then I won't let you eat me."
That did it. Carol was trembling with her orgasm as she pressed her mouth against the girl's well-stretched hole and began to suck it. The thick cream in her mouth tasted wonderful -she didn't wonder how much of it was girl, and how much man. It had been years since she had sucked a girl like this, and she didn't remember it being this good. Her own pussy was beginning to respond. She gave some thought to calling Scott in to help her out, but was afraid to leave Francie for a moment. By the time she got back Elliot might have returned, or some other lucky person would have come along and claimed the naked beauty. Her own needs more or less pushed aside, Carol got to work . . .
CHAPTER THREE
Somehow his come kept delaying itself. More in frustration now than out of real desire, Scott jerked on his cock. Something was missing, and Scott suspected that something was his wife. It had been a long time since he'd had sex on any level when Carol wasn't part of it. He gave up, adjusting his clothing as he got to his feet.
He stepped over bodies in the darkness, but hardly noticed them. He was suddenly frantic to find Carol. Even if she was with another girl, surely she would let him be a part of it. He would gladly do whatever she suggested. He was more that willing to suck her tits, if she didn't want him to suck her cunt. Or he could tongue her asshole, even, if that was what she desired. Anything, anything at all, as long as Carol directed it. That was his reason for being. Even to play with her pussy, even just over her clothing, that would more than enable him to come.
He nearly tripped over the nearly naked body of his sister. Tere was entwined in what looked like one of the twin's arms. Her face was distorted with passion, and her thighs were spasming around the twin's busily pumping hand. She opened her eyes and looked up at Scott.
"Hi, brother. Wanna join us? I'm so fucking hot I'm even ready for you? I suck a mean cock, Scott. It'll feel a lot better than beating off. Come on. Sit down and take off those pants."
He ignored her, showing he heard at all by the unmistakable burst of speed as he exited the room. Tere's laughter followed him. He bumped into Elliot in the hallway.
Elliot was just returning from the dining room. He had gone in search of the naked girl he'd left there, only to find her wriggling under the hot mouth of his sister-in-law, Carol. Unsure of how to handle the situation, Elliot had decided to withdraw. He knew he had to keep Scott away from Carol until he was sure he knew Carol's tastes.
"Scott! Hey, I haven't had a chance to talk to you all night! Come on, let's get a drink and rap a bit."
Scott looked at his brother as if he might have gone insane. With all this naked sex all around him, Elliot wanted to talk to him! With Elana getting the fucking of a lifetime, and all this delicious pussy to do with as one wished, Elliot wanted to talk! It didn't make any sense.
"Sorry, Elliot, I'm looking for Carol. I have to find my wife." He tried to go around his brother.
Elliot blocked him with his body. "Why? She's okay, I'm sure. Come on, I want to talk to you about this land mess. The two of us should be able to straighten the whole thing out. Now's as good a time as any."
Scott decided that his brother must be a good deal drunker than he looked. He gave him a friendly pat. "Look, pal, I don't know about you, but I'm one horny mother from this little scene tonight. I want to find Carol. I have a little present for her." Silently Scott marveled at how masculine that sounded, how like a statement Elliot himself might make. "See you later."
Elliot was helpless to stop Scott. But perhaps the delay was enough. Surely Carol would have stopped sucking Francie by now.. . . Then she and Scott could go off, and he could have the little cunt all to himself again. Nothing would suit him more. But first he went to check on Elana. He didn't have far to go.
She was still under Mike, still getting fucked.
Looking up through very sleepy eyes, she found herself staring into her husband's eyes. "Hi," she whispered softly, kitten-content, and not at all afraid of his wrath.
Elliot squatted down and looked at his wife and his brother. Her face was lovely, all lit up from the inside with sheer joy. Elliot knew instantly that she had come. She glowed with contentment as he fucked her. All he could see of Mike was the back of his blond head. On impulse, he bent over and pressed his lips to his wife's opened mouth. He slipped his tongue into her mouth immediately. They kissed for a long moment, then Elliot started to get up. His wife's voice stopped him.
"Wait! Take your cock out of your pants. Let me suck it for a few minutes. Let me suck it hard so you can go fuck Francie or whoever you want.. . "
There was no arguing with such a suggestion. He dropped his pants and moved around until she could comfortably suck his dick. She was the best cocksucker he'd ever known. She was working her tongue-magic on him now better than ever before. He sighed as his prick began to come alive in her hot mouth.
She released him when his cock was standing stiffly at attention. "Now go find some pretty little hole to shove that big dick into, darling.. . Just like Mike is shoving his into me. It feels so good, Elliot.. . so good . . . " Her eyelids drooped.
Elliot got to his feet unsteadily and left his big cock hanging out of his pants. The first thing he saw was Norma or Nedra's lovely ass pointing nakedly in his direction. The girl was in the midst of sucking her sister off, and Elliot was tempted to apply some spit to the head of his dick and ram it right up the prettily puckered asshole in front of him. But he was concerned about Francie, and decided instead to head back to the dining room. He prayed fervently that Scott had come into the room after his cunt-lapping wife had straightened up.
The scene that met his eyes was the last thing he expected to see. He was even prepared for an irate brother, a teary sister-in-law, and an embarrassed and crushed Francie. Instead he walked in on an active threesome. Carol was still working over Francine's gash with her tongue, but Scott, instead of being irate, or hurt, was on his knees, one hand on his cock, the other spreading the cheeks of his wife's naked ass so that he could lick her asshole better.
He was rooted to the floor until Francie's soft voice found him. "Elliot, darling, I've been waiting for you! Come here, Elliot . . . please.. . "
He resisted the urge to make a crack about how patiently she had waited. Instead he sidestepped his brother and sister-in-law and stood beside Francie.
"Why don't you let me suck you, Elliot? I've just been coming and coming, and I'm still so hot.. . . "
He thought about it, then shook his head. "Nope. I want to do something else to you, honey. Are you open for suggestions?"
Like a teenage girl swearing allegiance to her date for the evening, Francie nodded eagerly. "Anything you want, Elliot.. . " She closed her eyes briefly while an intense thrill passed through her body. Carol was obviously a good cuntlapper.
"I want to ram my cock all the way up your sweet little asshole, Francie. That's what I want to do to you. Just like the fifteen year old you told me about. I want to take this big, hard prick of mine and sink it into that tight little hole of yours."
Her eyelids fluttered open. "But . . . that hurts, Elliot. Especially with a big one like yours. Please, couldn't we fuck the regular way?"
Elliot shrugged, feeling great power somehow. "See you around," he called, leaving the room.
Her voice reached him at once. "No! Don't go! If that's what you want, I'll try it. But don't hurt me too bad, please?"
Again he shrugged.
Francie tried to pull her twat out of the other woman's mouth. "Carol. Carol!"
But Carol was on the verge of another orgasm. She held even more tightly and concentrated on her husband's tongue up her anus and the pussy under her mouth.
Francie paused while the woman moaned into her slit. It would be so easy to give into the urge to come with her, but Francie resisted. She pushed the older girl away gently but firmly.
Carol moved away weakly. Scott continued to lick her until she twitched her ass out of his face. "Come on, Scott let's go to our room . . . " She reached down for his painfully swollen cock. "Let's go . . . I have to come one more time . . . " They left without a look at Francie or the intruder.
"How did all that happen?" he asked, pushing her down on her back.
She shrugged. "Carol was here in the dark all the time we were fucking. It got her hot. Very hot. So she came up to me after you were gone and started feeling me up. Then she started licking my pussy." She giggled. "I made her suck your come out of my shitter first. She loved it. After a while, Scott wandered in, whispered something in Carol's ear. She nodded, and he got down on his knees behind her. That's all I know. Whew, this is turning into some party."
"It's only about to begin, baby," he informed her softly, lowering himself onto her. "Just wrap those beautiful legs of yours up around me as high as you can. Try to wrap them around my shoulders." He pressed his cock against her juicy hole until it was thoroughly wetted.
She complied, bringing her legs forward until her small heels were on either side of his nick. "Oh, Elliot, that's going to hurt.. . "
"You'll love it, baby." He rammed fully into her cunt, getting his dick slickly lubricated all the way to the base of his, belly.
"Ooh, Elliot, darling! That feels so good! Yes, fuck me, darling. Fuck my pussy. Stick that thing in and out of my hole. It feels wonderful . . . so big . . . so hard . . . " She was lost in fantasy from the moment he shoved himself into her.
Elliot paused a moment, willing himself not to get carried away by her crooning voice. The little bitch would do anything to talk him out of fucking her asshole, but for all he knew, there would never be another chance to love Francie. He wanted all of her now.
He slipped out of her cunt slowly, then immediately lowered his cock. When the head of his dick felt the crinkled softness of her tensed asshole he shoved.
Her scream was muffled by his kiss. She wrenched her mouth away from his and squealed into his ear. "You bastard! You dirty bastard! It hurts! Get your prick out of me! It hurts!" She beat ineffectually against his chest.
He held very still, savoring the feeling of his entire hard-on being lodged in her squeezing anus. He'd rammed it into her on purpose, knowing that once she adjusted to the sudden pain it would begin to feel good. Still, it took all of his strength to keep it in her, to keep her from twisting out of his grasp.
The pain was beginning to recede, but it still hurt enough for the girl to complain into his ear. "You beast! You said you wouldn't hurt me! Oh, God, it feels like I've got an arm shoved up my ass. Do you have it all in? God, it hurts. It hurts more than when I sat on that boy's lap. His dick was big, and I sat right down on it, taking it up my ass all the way to his balls. But it didn't feel like this! Take it out a little, Elliot, please. Just a little. It's so big it makes me feel like I have to go to take a shit."
Elliot wondered if that was some kind of a threat. He grinned and held still, his balls pressed tightly against the crack of her pretty little ass. "Go right ahead, Francie, baby. I don't give a damn if you shit all over both of us. You're going to take my cock anyway. When I get this tool of mine out of your asshole, I'm going to have left behind my hot cream. Just relax, baby. Loosen up. In another minute it's going to start feeling fine, and then I'm going to fuck you until your eyeballs fall out. You have the most beautiful little ass I've ever seen, and your hole is so tight . . . so tight.. . .It feels like it's squeezing the come right out of my cock. If you really want my prick out of there, concentrate on making me come fast. Tell me about other guys who have rammed their pricks up your asshole . . . "
Francie tightened her grasp on the rigid bar of flesh, experimentally testing it for firmness. It was like a bar of steel. Now that the intense pain was gone, the cock didn't feel all that bad in her. She closed her eyes and concentrated on how it was pressing against her insides. Automatically, her little-girl, big-girl voice started up again.
"The first man who ever did this to me was Ray, this guy I'd been dating when I was fourteen. I'd go out with a lot of guys, most of them young, and I'd let them feel me up and kiss my cunt, and sometimes I'd even play with them. But I wouldn't let anyone fuck me. If I got cornered I'd blow them, but usually just reminding them that I was only a kid cooled them off. Especially the older ones." Francie moved a little, testing to see how his cock felt in her asshole now. It hurt, but not badly. She held still again.
"No, don't move yet, Francie. Just stay still a little longer."
"Ray was about nineteen, I guess. I went out with him a few times, and I guess I teased him something awful." A small sigh escaped her lips: "Don't you want to move that a little in me? It's starting to feel real nice in there." She worked her muscles on his prick again.
The sensation was wonderful, and raised Elliot's blood pressure a few notches. "Um . . . keep that up, honey. Keep doing whatever the hell it is you're doing . . . "
She obeyed, flexing her sphincter muscles, relaxing them, then tightening up again. His cock seemed to expand again in her asshole.
"Tell me more about this Ray . . . The one who first stuck his cock up this delicious little ass of yours."
Francie wriggled on the shaft as she talked. "Well, I teased him a lot, but wouldn't give him any pussy. He didn't dig eating cunt, and didn't particularly go for getting his joint sucked, either. One of those straight fucking types. He really was handsome, and I dug him, so we'd go someplace and make out for hours, and I'd let him put his hands all over me. I even let him finger-fuck me. That was probably my mistake, if you want to call it that. One night he took me out in the woods and nearly raped me. He had his cock half an inch in my pussy. But I told him I'd have him busted for rape if he didn't stop." Her voice was getting thicker as she remembered the incident. Remembering like this, with Elliot's prick in her ass, made it even more delectable.
"Yeah? What happened?" He jabbed her with his prick, a short, unexpected poke that shot a lightning bolt through his balls.
She moaned as his prick prodded her. Her voice lowered to a near whisper. "He got pissed. Really pissed. He accused me of being a prick-teaser. Then he started slapping me around. Not really hard or anything, just slapping me, that's how pissed he was. I didn't mind it much, because he was right. I was a tease, and I figured the fact that I was super-young kept me safe. I never thought of the guys at all. So I offered to beat him off or suck his dick, but he wasn't interested. I really liked him, and I was ashamed of myself. I was almost tempted to let him bust that little cherry of mine, but something held me back. Instead I told him I'd do anything he wanted me to do, short of fucking. He still had me by the hair and was furious. But at my words he began mauling my breasts, hurting me. 'How about fucking you without going anywhere near your cherry?' he asked. I agreed, not knowing what he meant. All of a sudden he was ripping my clothing off me and shoving me to the grass. I was on my belly, and only heard him take out a tube or what turned out to be hairdressing cream. The next thing I knew is he was on my back, one hand holding me down while the other hand guided his prick into my asshole. When I felt him separate the cheeks of my butt I panicked, but it wasn't so bad at all, once I got over my first shock. He was built small, and he pushed it in me real slow," she said pointedly, accusingly. But there was no venom in her voice. She was enjoying his prick too much for that.
Elliot began to fuck her in lazy, long strokes. "Yeah? Go on . . . "
"It was wonderful, the way he fucked my ass. I actually came. But then he just wouldn't stop. I mean, he came, then got hard again right away and started fucking me again. After a while it felt like a hot poker being shoved up my butt. After that, I was death on the idea of anyone fucking me that way."
He was amused. She was straining against him, doing her best now to take every inch of his massive erection. "You hate it, huh?" He increased his strokes.
"Well, I did make an exception or two . . . " She began to groan. "That's right! Just that way! Oh, Elliot, that feels good . . . fuck me, darling, move that big prong of yours in me. My asshole is all stretched out for you. Just keep on fucking me . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . "
Elliot felt his balls recoil, and then he was emptying himself in her bowels. He grabbed her tits and squeezed them, cursing softly in her ear as the last drops of come were squeezed out of him.. .
"It's no good! It's no good! I can't seem to come at all!" Scott groaned into the pillow and smiled apologetically at his wife. For the first time in their marriage, all her tricks failed to excite him enough to orgasm.
Carol smiled knowingly. "I know what's wrong, Scott. You're having the same problem I was having."
"What do you mean?" He looked down toward his shrunken prick.
"I've figured it all out. Listen, neither of us has any real desire for anyone of the opposite sex. Not when we have each other. But here, in this insane, wonderful place, we have a hidden, delicious chance to indulge in other things. I get to eat up all these lovely girls, and you . . . " She smiled at him, "you get to play with, suck, possibly even get fucked by your own brothers!"
"No! Impossible! It's the last thing I want," he protested.
She fondled his cock and continued smiling. "Are you sure of that? Are you certain you wouldn't enjoy getting a mouthful of your beautiful brother Kevin's cock? Or Elliot? How about Mike? He has a lovely rod."
Scott felt his penis responding to her hand and her voice.
"Wouldn't you like to get between their strong, hairy thighs and lick and suck their penis'? That time you sucked cock, those soldiers who forced you, were you all that drunk that time? Did you dislike it all that much? If so, why did you go to the bars?" Her hand began jerking him lightly. His cock was hard now. "You suck my clit like it was a little prick. You can't tell me you wouldn't enjoy eating cock right now . . . I know you so well, Scott.. . "
His breathing was shallow. "You . . . you're right, dear. I know you're right. Look how hard I am now." He looked down at himself. "But I couldn't just go up to one of them! They're my brothers!"
She laughed. "Right now they're nothing but a trio of drunken erections, who won't remember any more of tonight-than they choose to remember. But if you don't know how to approach them . . . " she smiled smugly. "I most certainly do. Just say the word and I'll bring you back a nice fat cock to suck. Just say the word, love . . . "
Scott thought of each of his brothers, pictured each of them naked and stiff-pricked in his bed. His cock began to throb against his leg, and his mouth was dry. He thought of the times he'd sucked cock in his life, the times Carol never knew about, the times when he was trying to find himself. That era just before he found Carol. He had liked it, had loved the play of hardness urgently reaming out his mouth, the shocking thrill of a dick shooting into his throat . . . "Yes," he moaned finally . . . "yes . . . "
Carol got off the bed, dimmed the lights, and went out in search of a man.
Bodies were twisting on the floor, nearly indistinguishable in the darkness of the living room. Carol squinted to make out faces, then decided it was not worth the effort. Then she spotted Mike. He was sitting in a corner, watching the others, a dazed expression on his very drunk face. He was naked, watching the others so intently he seemed unaware of the hardness of his own prick.
Carol glanced around, but Elana was no where in sight. She touched his bare shoulder.
He looked up and smiled, though no glow of instant recognition lit his features.
She dropped the hand to his lap. "Come on with me, Mike. Come on, get up. I'll take care of that big thing of yours." She urged him to his feet.
He let her lead him. Her hand on his prick felt fine. She was using it like a handle, leading him out of the room on a leash of flesh. If only she could give him some hint of her name.. .
He grabbed her in the hallway and kissed her, tightening his arms around her smooth sleekness. She endured it silently, then pushed him away. "Come on. Hurry up," she urged. He wondered about her coolness, but he followed her anyway.
The room was dark, and Mike couldn't tell if the body on the bed was male or female. Not that he cared. He was tired, It took the slightest touch from the woman to get him on the bed. His cock was hard, he realized. Very hard. So hard it ached. He wondered what to do about it, then relaxed, remembering that the woman must have ideas for it if she invited him to bed . . .
Carol lowered herself to the bed and pressed her naked breasts against the man's lips. "Suck them, Mike. Go on, put one in your mouth. Use your tongue on it . . . " She put out a hand towards her husband. Scott caught it gratefully and kissed her palm.
Grasping his rigid prick, Scott rubbed himself expectantly. Mike! His handsome younger brother! He could almost feel his prick parting his lips! He watched his brother and his wife in the darkness, waiting eagerly for his turn . . .
She sighed as the man began to work on her tits with his talented mouth. Even drunk he knew what to do. Her nipples hardened although emotionally she felt very removed from this man and his hard, young body. She plotted her approach while making the appropriate sounds as he kissed the underside of her breasts.
Mike was tonguing her passionately, appreciating her as a nameless body, grateful to her for taking care of the erection he hadn't known what to do with. He pressed it against her belly, then attempted to find her hole.
Carol felt her brother-in-law attempt to make a dent in her side. She figured it was about time.
He didn't hear her at first. "Huh?" He cocked his head to one side, then rested it on a small breast. "You say something, honey?"
"I asked if you like eating pussy, Mike. I love having mine licked and sucked. I was hoping you'd do it to me. Please?"
"Love it, baby. Why don't you crawl over my face? Put that pretty little box of your right down on my lips and let me suck it for you.. . . " He got on his back and waited.
Carol climbed up his lean, muscular body and planted herself over his face. She didn't particularly want this man to eat her, but she was excited about what her husband was about to do to him. That excitement kept her cunt nice and damp. "There! Now lick it, Mike. Lick it good for me! Work that tongue of yours in and out of my snatch."
Scott was tense with desire. He reached out and softly began to stroke his brother's body, grateful that Mike had had so much to drink. He felt the fine, curling hairs on his upper thigh, then the smoothness of his lean hips. Scott rubbed the hairy chest and lovingly pinched the hard little nipples. His hand brushed his wife's lean ass.
Mike felt the alien hand on his body. It felt fine. Whoever it was seemed to be thrilled by the feel of his flesh. That was fine, too.
Now he was kissing the hard-yet-soft body.
Scott flickered his tongue out over the flat belly and allowed his hand to inch towards the noble shaft of his brother's cock.
Carol moved up and down on Mike's face, her cunt tickled by his experienced tongue. She craned her neck and slitted her eyes, trying to make out the progress of her husband toward Mike's dick. She thought he was kissing the younger man's thighs now, and that he was anxiously playing with the man's prick. She tensed her muscles and waited, thinking how marvelous it would be to hold back and come just as Scott began to suck his brother's cock . . .
The thick tool completely filled his fist. Groaning, Scott fondled Mike, his lips hurriedly inching towards his balls. When he reached them, he kissed each gently, then sucked one of the fleshy nuts into his mouth, taking infinite care to give pleasure rather than pain. Women never knew how to thrill a man this way. They had no idea of how softly a mouth had to cup balls. But Scott knew. He dimly remembered doing this to those soldiers . . .
Mike groaned into Carol's cunt. A mouth was sucking his balls. It was a new sensation for him, and one he loved. He was aware of the faint bristle of beard at least a half day old against his flesh, but attached no significance to it. Then it hit him that the mouth on his balls was male. He wondered at it a moment, then the question no longer interested him. All he cared for was the pussy in his mouth and the way his balls were being sucked . . . If he hadn't come so many times already that evening he would be shooting off. He was content to take a leisurely tour of this woman's sopping cunt and wait to see what the mouth on his balls would do next.
Carol could see the top of her husband's head moving over Mike's crotch. She strained her hand back there, touching first Scott's hand which held tightly to Mike's prick. Then she felt her husband's parted lips, locked around one of his brother's balls.
"Oooh . . . " she moaned, excited into speaking. "He's sucking your balls . . . He's got your big balls in his mouth!" She reached down and tried to stop his tongue. She was right on the verge of coming. "Stop! Wait a minute! I don't want to come yet! Ooh, wait!"
Scott was immune to all that was going on in Carol's mind and in her pussy. He released his brother's balls from his mouth, and groped in the dark for his glistening cock. He found it with his lips and immediately engulfed the swaying tool. It was as if he had been sucking cock nightly for the major part of his life. He sucked briefly on the silky head, flicked his tongue over the little slit, then took the entire prick into his throat.
Mike thrust his tongue into her pussy as he came into the mouth that was molded to his penis like a second skin. He hadn't expected to come for a long time, wasn't sure if he could come again tonight at all, in spite of his immense erection. But suddenly the dam exploded and he was groaning into her wet cunt and driving every last bit of his prick into the man's throat. As he came he realized finally that this was Carol he was eating . . . And with that realization came the obvious awareness that if this was his sister-in-law on his face, then it must be his brother Scott at his crotch . . . But all such awareness was ultimately lost in the overwhelming sensation of orgasm . . .
Scott gulped down the thick sperm as quickly as it spurted out of Mike's cock. He kept the prick in the cavity between his jaws until it had completely emptied itself. Only then would be consider releasing it. The whole thing had happened so quickly Scott had not realized he had shot off also until he noticed the stickiness against his belly.
Carol slithered off her brother-in-law's face, and fell into her husband's arms. While they kissed long and passionately, Mike got up and staggered out of the room. He continued walking until he came to the first free bedroom. Then, as soon as his head hit the mattress, he was asleep.
Kevin was beyond feeling anything from his belly to his thighs. He felt as if his cock and balls had been through a wringer. On either side of him the twins and his sister Tere were still going at it. He had a finger up one twat, and was staring into another one, one which he had been licking until a moment ago. His tongue felt sprained from all the licking it had been doing. He had fucked, sucked, been sucked, had his ass eaten, ate at least two asses, and did just about everything else there was to do to one or more pussies at one time. His dick felt like raw meat. Withdrawing his finger slowly, he turned on his side which brought his cheek up against a soft, writhing ass, and fell asleep.
Tere felt the face by her ass and pushed back against it. She was rewarded by a muted snore. Losing" interest, she continued kissing the tit pressing against her lips. The twin, Norma she thought it was, was very soft and warm in her arms. This evening was not going as she had expected it to go. Sure, she was having a marvelous time, but not one of her brothers had so much as touched her. She had to be content with getting her cunt sucked and sucking cunt. The closest to incest she had managed was eating her sister-in-law briefly. Elana had been lying there after Mike had rolled off her. Tere had not been able to resist sticking her long tongue up Elana's exposed snatch. She had committed incest by proxy-she could taste her brother's come in Elana's cunt. The same with Francie. She had pulled the girl to the carpet briefly once during the night, forcing her tongue into the girl's cute little pussy. She realized the cream she was tasting then must be Elliot's . . . She wanted to hold Francie there all night long, sucking every last drop out of the girl. But Francie pulled away and resumed her walk across the room to some unknown destination. The memory of those fleeting seconds excited Tere. She wedged her box more firmly against Nedra's sucking mouth . . .
Elliot made himself climb the stairs to his bedroom. He wondered if Elana would be there, and if she would be alone. At this point, his only real interest was in finding enough of the bed empty so that he might get some sleep . . .
He pushed the partially closed door open and made for the bed eagerly. Francie's lovely twat, greedy mouth and tight asshole had wrung the last trace of life out of him. He needed sleep.
Elana was on the bed alone. She was curled up in what appeared to be a deep sleep, but she woke up the instant he hit the bed. "Elliot?"
"Mmmmm?" He stretched his weary body.
She turned over. "Hi," she said sleepily.
He realized she was still very drunk. He, on the other hand, was now perfectly sober. He thought. "What's knew?" he whispered conversationally. Then he giggled like an overtired schoolboy.
She rolled toward him so that she could look directly into his eyes. She suddenly seemed a lot less intoxicated. "Nothing," she answered seriously. "Not a damn thing. Just an ordinary family reunion."
"Good girl," he sighed, momentarily thoughtful. He wondered if any of them were really likely to forget the evening just ending. And how they would all feel about it the next morning. He, for one, was looking forward to a bummer of a hangover . . .
The twins were pulling at Kevin, giggling as he resisted their efforts to awaken him.
"Come on, you big jerk. Wake up. You can't sleep out here. Let's hit the sack."
Norma helped her sister get him to his feet. "Wake up, Kevin. We have to go to bed. Everyone else's gone."
She was right. The fire, now a single coal burning dimly, shed a thin beam over Tere's long red mane. She was snoring gently on the couch, her perfect lips parted like a child's. The others had all dragged themselves off to bed, and the girls were about to give up on Kevin and get into the king-sized bed without him when he reluctantly got up. The threesome made it to the bed as quickly as they could, tumbling into sleep without so much as removing a false eyelash.
The house, for the first time that evening, was still.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tere was making a pot of coffee in the kitchen when Elliot walked in. He found it hard to meet her eyes.
"We're the only ones up, huh?"
Tere smiled. "It's not even noon. I imagine the others are good for another couple of hours yet. I've been up puttering around for quite a while."
Elliot sneaked a glance at her while he tried to look busy with the toaster and a jar of jelly. She looked remarkably rested, as if she'd slept twelve hours after a particularly restful day. She was wearing a pair of hot pants and a blousy shirt, the muted blue a good color for her as it tended to underplay her exquisite coloring by emphasizing the pure line of her body. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Elliot grudgingly admitted to himself that he was not above responding to her loveliness.
The coffee finished perking and Tere poured out two cups, plied the toast with butter and amber jam, and insisted that they eat outdoors.
Elliot carried the coffee while Tere juggled the toast and her cigarettes. They sat on the patio and ate silently for a few minutes.
Elliot stared at the budding flowers in the garden and felt this would be an awkward day. He wished he could sleep through it. But nothing was settled yet about the property. He had been paying taxes on the property, and the issue couldn't go any longer without being resolved one way or the other. His mind skipped to finances, then back to the night before, squirmed over to Francie, and went back to the flowers. When he looked up he found his sister eyeing him seriously.
He tried to think of something to say, something innocuous that would keep the subject from recent events. His head throbbed only slightly.
"You're thinking about last night, aren't you?" She smiled. "You look so worried."
He sighed. "Last night got a bit . . . out of hand, I guess. I just hope everyone's still speaking to everyone else."
"That's not what you're worried about. Not really. Big brother, you're really a square at heart. All of you men in this family are. Well, except Mike. Maybe. I'm not even sure about him. Let's just say he talks hip, anyway."
"What do you mean, square?" Much as he would have liked to avoid the entire subject, Elliot felt challenged to defend himself.
She shrugged. "There's nothing all that enlightened about a little orgy, darling. The subject we were on was incest, remember?" She stared at him unflinchingly. "Do you know what I did besides play with myself last night? I fooled around with the twins! Oh yes, and I put in a few seconds with Francie, and a few with your wife. That was my big night!"
He stared down at the coffee cup. For the first time that day, he longed to have another member of the family show up.
"Elliot. Look at me." Tere got up and swiftly rounded the table to stand next to him. "I'm your sister, yes. But if I didn't wear that label, would you want to go to bed with me? Aren't I as attractive as Francie or Elana?"
He nodded. "But that label, as you call it.. . It seems to make some kind of a difference to me.. . "
"Exactly!" she snorted. "The label is what makes me a no-no to you. Well I think that's a bunch of bullshit!" She dropped to one knee on the ground, her face close to his thigh. "Elliot, I know how to suck cock like no woman you've ever been with. And I love to fuck. All my life I've wanted you, you know that, don't you? I used to beat off dreaming of you when I was in high school. I even sucked your wife's cunt last night to feel closer to you, and I sucked Francie in the hope of tasting some of your come after you fucked her. Right now I'm even hotter than I was last night, I want you so bad. Will you please stop being such a brain-washed jerk and take me to the tool shed or somewhere where you can-fuck the shit out of me? Please? With no big story or feelings of guilt or shame? Just take me somewhere, rip these dumb pants off of me, and work me over with that cock of yours."
It was a long speech, but Elliot had breathlessly listened to every word. Her hand had stolen to the top of his thigh, resting alongside his relaxed cock. Elliot was startled to realize his prick wasn't quite as limp as before she had begun to speak. He got up woodenly and took her hand. No one was around, and, damn it, he had to admit it. The thought of sticking his cock into his sister's russet cunt was rapidly lengthening his prick. "The back house," he groaned, pulling her up.
Her smile was relieved. And eager, "Oh, God, I can hardly believe it! Oh, Elliot, honey.
You won't be sorry. I'm going to do things to that cock of yours that have never been done before, just wait and see.. . . "
Elliot led the way through the bushes and into the clearing. His hands were shaking when he opened the door for them. Without touching her, he sank down into a large chair.
Smiling, she drifted over to him and got to her knees. "Poor, silly, brother. Still scared and worried. But your cock isn't. Look how hard it is." She stared down at his distended fly, then lowered her mouth to the cloth. She began to blow hot air at his prick through the fabric. At the same time her fingers were busy removing his tennis shoes and socks. As soon as she had the footwear off, she lowered her face to his toes.
A shock passed through him as he felt his toe being sucked into her pretty mouth. The shock, strangely enough, was highly sexual, terminating in his balls. He didn't particularly like having his toes touched, much less deliberately fondled, but the sensation of her mouth on them was intoxicating. He leaned back and let her lick and kiss his feet, running her long, pink tongue wetly through the spaces between his toes.
She took a final suck of his large toe before lifting her face. She inspected his cock through his pants, noting the firmness of the bulge. "You liked that, huh?"
She didn't bother to wait for an answer.
She got to her feet and walked to a corner of the room. Then, suddenly acting as if he wasn't there at all, she began to undress. She moved slowly, almost distractedly, like any lovely young girl, alone in the safety of her bedroom, preparing for bed.
Perversely, Elliot felt a strong pull to watch her closely, as if this act of undressing was a very private ritual he had somehow been permitted to view. The way his sister went about the relatively simple act of undressing made his cock throb expectantly as he watched her undo her blouse.
She dropped the top over the back of the chair, and "smoothed it out, utterly unconscious of standing there in her see-through bra. Then, as if unaware of what she was doing, she opened the catch on her shorts and let them fall to the floor. She stretched then, parting her legs in a natural way, as if blind to the way her actions pulled taut the frilly panties she wore. She moved around a bit, but made no move to remove the last two garments. Finally she moved too close to where Elliot sat transfixed, made hungrier by the unsatisfactory peeks of her cunt and tits he caught from time to time.
Elliot grabbed her blindly. It was somehow all mixed in with watching his lovely sister as a child, the entire untouchable, taboo feeling Mike had described. It exploded into a sexual bomb, and Elliot was ripping the bra and panties off of his sister without realizing what it was he was doing. His lips mashed hers, and his tongue explored her mouth, eagerly seeking, then caressing her tongue. He had the bra off now, and his hands were overflowing with the most taut, the most creamy, the most silky-fleshed breasts he had ever felt. Somehow it surprised him that she could feel as wonderful as she looked. Her nipples were deeply colored and swollen, and he broke his kiss with her only because he had to suck one of them. And then he had to tongue its twin. And then he had to finish getting her out of those panties . . .
She managed to wriggle out of his grasp. She stood before him, her straining breasts heaving toward him, her exquisite bone structure giving her body the same unreal perfection of her face. A reddish blush shone through her ripped panties, and her nipples were angry carmine jewels. "Take it out of your pants, Elliot. Take your prick out, honey. I want to look at it. I want to see what I'm about to suck on. No, don't take all your clothing off. I can't wait. Just take that big cock of yours out for me . . . "
Elliot's hand shook as he did as she asked. His sister had a way of making the usual preliminaries an erotic art in themselves. She proved it by her next move.
She got to her knees, her eyes glued to his naked prick. It was as if she were seeing one for the first time. Her flushed face swayed towards it, until her warm cheek was lightly touching its length. "Umm . . . " She backed away a little, still eyeing it. Then her tongue, a small coral snake, darted out and just eased over the top of her lip, then returned to its hiding place in her mouth. At once Elliot's cock jerked in response to the action.
"My God! Suck it! Put it in your mouth, Tere!" He had not expected to get this hot, particularly after the events of the evening before. But he was frantic for her now, for his own sister, and he had to have her. His wanting Francie was like wanting a toy, in comparison to the depth of his need for Tere now. "Suck it for me!"
She began to kiss the insides of his thighs. He endured it until he thought he could take no more of the teasing tongue. Then he begged her to move on to his cock. But she paid little attention to him, beginning instead to slowly lick his acutely sensitive balls. For a long moment he thought he might go out of his mind, or shoot off in her long sunset-red hair. Instead he grabbed handfuls of the lovely tresses and forced her mouth to his prick, which, by now, was swollen and purple-domed.
As if there had been no pressure on her to suck him at all, Tere began to lap the base of his cock, gradually working her way up toward the head.
Her hot, wet tongue knew just how to stroke him, and the fact that his sister loved sucking cock was obvious in her every move. It wasn't something she did just to please him, or because she wanted him to think she was good in bedTere sucked cock because she loved the sensation of having a swollen prick in her mouth. By the time she finally got around to sucking the entire length of him into her mouth he was on the verge of coming. She seemed to know that, too, and also knew how to avoid it.
Just when he thought he couldn't hold it back any longer, just when her skillful tongue had fondled the underside of his dick one time too many, she released him and started in on his balls while a slim finger played over the crack of his ass and his tensed rectum. Then she would return to his cock again, once more shifting her attack when the pressure became too great. He was moaning and pleading for release, and glazed all over with sweat before she was though with him.
Shaking like he hadn't had a woman in a month, Elliot got up, grabbed Tere, reflected for a moment of sanity that this was, after all, his own sister!-then threw the thought out, and his sister to the couch. Her panties dissolved in his strong hands, and he was spreading her legs, staring into her marvelous alabaster and ginger cunt, and forcing open her juicing slit. He licked desperately at the creamy lubrication, licking the slit from her clitoris to her shell-pink anus before running his tongue deeply into her cunt. He was licking her mainly because he couldn't risk putting his dick in her and coming at once. He couldn't see letting any inch of her perfection go without loving it thoroughly.
She wouldn't stay still under him. She squirmed around until she once again had his cock in her mouth and they were on the floor. He fought to keep his dick out of her steaming throat but his fears were for nothing. Tere had no intention of allowing him to come too quickly. She spread his legs and forced them around her head, giving her the freedom to rub and taunt his exposed asshole when she wasn't sucking him. In that way she was always doing something to him, but her touch became so random it was impossible to work into a real orgasm.
That didn't stop Tere, though. She came almost at once from his sucking of her vulva, then again when he centered his attack on her clit. After he made her come a third time she lovingly stretched her neck and tongued his asshole.
By the time they picked themselves up off the floor Tere was sobbing with pleasure and Elliot's cock was a threatening hammer of steely flesh.
"Ooh-oh . . . I got the feeling I'm in for it now," she whispered, her mock-teasing voice just a shade shaky. She couldn't pull her eyes from his gigantic shaft.
He couldn't bring himself to return the kidding. He wanted it, and wanted it now. There was to be no more playing.
Tere realized where her brother was at, and in the uncanny way she had, she walked slowly back to the couch, again as if alone and innocently going to lie down, and waited for him. Before he fitted himself to her, the girl delicately raised her legs until they came to rest on his shoulders, putting her beautiful cunt completely at his disposal, and at such an angle as to be able to take him as deeply as possible. The total submission to him as a male by this gesture touched off a streak of violence in him, a sudden awareness of his cave-man origins. He mounted her with the fury of a bull, and found her hole quickly. Then he took away his hand and rammed his fleshy shaft home in one aching stroke, as if wishing to split her open. Instead her flesh yielded to him, and her little scream was as gratifying as if she had she had fainted with pleasure at his touch. Never had he felt more a man, never had he felt more into a woman. Never had he known a cunt that held him this tightly. She was like all women in all time, spreading for their men, and he loved it. He wished they were fucking outdoors, on a fertile piece of land somewhere. He wished she were not his sister, so that he could plant his seed in her. He wished he had enough cock to come out her mouth when he fucked her twat like this . . . Later he would be amazed that his fantastically beautiful nearly artificial looking sister could prove to be the essence of woman, the true earth-mother symbol in bed. Right now he didn't think. He just fucked, and the only reason the fuck lasted as long as it did was because he could not bear the thought of ending it. Finally his balls were a mass of raw agony, and he knew he couldn't stand it a moment longer . . .
"I can't hold it any longer, Tere . . . I'm going to drop my load in that tight cunt of yours . . . I'm going to.. . " And she was there for him, even then, cradling him, rocking him, coming along with him, the little explosions in her womb causing her hole to flex around him like a toothless, gumming mouth . . .
She got a cloth afterwards, and they washed each other slowly and comfortably. Elliot felt amazed that now that it was over he felt as little shame or guilt as he had throughout the act itself. Everything felt so natural, and he wondered what it had been all about, the fuss, the fear . . . Tere was his sister, yes, but she was a woman, too. A beautifully desirable woman who loved him all the more because of their family ties, and therefore wanted to please him in a deeper way than did most women, to whom he was just another fuck. He felt enormously gratified, and somehow had the feeling that he would forever be affected by the last hour, that even the way he made love to his wife would be somehow altered for the better. And he decided, there was to be no more lying between them. Elana would have her little affairs and enjoy them with his blessings, and he would have his. There could be no more of this all-would-be-forgotten element to their relationship.
They dressed each other, stopping to kiss or suck a bit of appealing flesh, giggling like totally relaxed children. Elliot told Tere of his feelings about the hypocrisy in their marriage. They discussed it for a long time.
"It's all through this family, Elliot," Tere observed, not for the first time. "Everyone will do their best to forget what happened last night. No one will want to look anyone else in the face, and until the incident is forgotten, if there is such a time, everyone will avoid everyone else. Unless we can do something about it."
"But what can we do?" Elliot stared at her.
She told him.
Giggling like kids again, hand in hand, the two of them set off to do it.
Elana woke up with a hangover. She tossed on the bed miserably, then stopped, as the movement caused too much pain. She slowly got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. After bathing her face in cool water and swallowing three asprin, she began to feel better. She went back to the bedroom and got under the covers again. She was almost asleep when two things struggled to the surface of her fogged mindone, the events of the night before, and two, the fact that her husband was not in bed with her.
She dwelt on the first fact. Her mind skipped over the earlier part of the evening, and got down to Mike's remarks about wanting her. And her answers. Pulling the covers even higher, she recalled what they had done. At first she was shocked at herself, then she started concentrating on how good it had felt. All of it. There was no way to remember all that had happened. Only pieces of it would come back to her.
She remembered Mike fucking her. Sucking her. She had sucked him, too. She was sure of that. She could even taste his come in her mouth. She'd sucked her husband, also. For a while, anyway. Hadn't she sucked another cock, also? She couldn't remember. And it seemed like someone else had fucked her also. She'd been sucked by a lot of people, also. Some of them female! One of the twins had licked her pussy. Or had it been both of them. No, one of the twins had licked her asshole for a few minutes. And Tere! Her lovely sister-in-law! Tere had eaten her! She remembered that clearly!
Elana swung her feet over the side of the bed and slowly sat up. She wondered how she'd ever be able to face any of them ever again. And she also wondered why, in view of her shock and disgust, she was feeling so sexy, just at the thought of what had gone on last night? And where in hell was Elliot?
That was number two. Where was Elliot? He had slept with her. She remembered when he got into bed about five minutes after she got between the sheets, How long had he been up, and who else was up already. She looked at her watch. It was better than half-past twelve. She felt certain none of the others were up yet.
Even so, she listened at the door before stepping out in her robe. The house was totally still. She tip-toed down the stairs and found the coffee pot still hot, the plug in it, and about a thermos full of coffee missing from it. She poured herself a cup of coffee and went looking for Elliot. She felt reasonably calm until she stepped outside and discovered the empty toast plate and the two used coffee cups, one of them smudged with pale lipstick.
A sudden, absurd burst of jealousy exploded in her. Elana felt certain he was off having sex somewhere. She didn't stop to analyze the possibility-she just reacted to it.
Slowly, feeling a little like a cheap spy, she prowled around the grounds, quietly slipping towards the one logical place they could be--the back house.
She felt some shame at slinking over to a window, but her emotions were too strong to buck. She peeked in and had to bite her fist to r keep from uttering a squeal of surprise. She watched Elliot and his sister eat each other, then fuck, and it took all of her will to keep from bursting into the room. Had he been with any other woman she might have, but Tere . . .
She didn't begin to analyze why she felt that way until she was back in her room. And then it didn't matter. She was too busy being miserable.
Carol looked at her husband and wondered how he'd feel when he woke up. Wondering how he'd feel was a great deal safer for her than wondering how she felt. It had been quite an evening. She had sucked pussy for the first time in a very long while, and the booze she had consumed was no out for her. She had wanted to use her tongue on Francie, and even now, thinking of it, would love the chance to do it again. And Scott-would he welcome the chance to suck one of his brother's off again? Or let them fuck him? What of the safe little world they had built between them?
Carol pushed those thoughts out of her mind and considered how it had felt, knowing Scott was sucking his brother's cock while Mike was licking her pussy. She eased out of bed and slipped on a pair of house shoes. Luckily the bathroom was next door, and by the time she had returned, she was feeling far more awake, and much more miserable than before.
What of the careful family relationship she had built? A calculated friendliness that made she and Scott a part of the family without actually encouraging strong family ties. Now what? For passion she had willingly given herself away! And Scott!
She must have been drunk!
Perhaps she thought, a little more sleep . . .
Norma woke up with no trace of the handover she'd expected. In fact, she felt wonderful. She glanced over at Kevin who slept next to her. His family certainly knew how to throw a party! Norma stretched and pushed the blankets off herself.
She slept naked. Lazily, she rubbed her palm down over her body slowly, rubbing her breasts, her belly, her cunt. She liked the sensation, so she did it again, spending more time on her breasts and her cunt than on her belly. She was not surprised to feel horny against so soon after last night-she was always pleasantly horny. She leaned up, looked over Kevin, and saw that her sister was still dead to the world. There was no choice, then.
She wriggled her hand under the covers and found Kevin's prick. He was lying on his side facing her, so she was able to scoop up his entire cock and balls without touching the rest of him. His prick was limp in her hand, but it didn't excite her any the less because of it. It was hot and very smooth. She tightened her hand on it a little bit.
Her hand returned to rubbing her tits while she played with Kevin. She pinched her nipples gently, then with real pressure. One of the things she liked so much about playing with herself was that she could work up any kind of fantasy she desired. Norma never considered masturbation something to do when all else failed-she liked it for its own sake, as a particularly pleasant way to come, with the added feature that she could choose the entire nature of the trip.
As she fondled her nipples with more and more pressure while playing with Kevin's cock, Norma began to recall the night before. She had sucked and sucked, licking pussies and eating cock. And she had been fucked. It had been very nice. She hoped this day would be as much fun. Perhaps this day she would get to try the ones she had missed the night before. Her hand dropped to her cunt. She spread the little lips, dipped her finger into her juicing hole to wet it, then searched out her clitoris. The little knot of flesh was stiff and she began to rub it slowly, her other hand still tugging on Kevin's cock. It had grown slightly in her hand.
She thought of her sister and wondered if she would punish her if she woke up now and found Norma playing with herself. Sometimes she did. Sometimes she reminded Norma that she was not to have sex without her twin's knowledge and permission. That didn't bother Norma. In fact, she felt a thrill run down her spine at the possibility of being punished by Nedra. She never verbalized this feeling, but having Nedra control her most intimate life was somehow exciting. She was a willing slave to the whims of Nedra. Her finger rubbed harder thinking of all the things Nedra might do to her if she knew she was stealing an orgasm this way. She did it often, each time speculating about Nedra finding her. It was half the fun, somehow.
Nedra might slap her face for her. But one time Nedra had discovered her jerking off, had slapped her, and the slap had brought on her explosion. It had been nice coming like that, as if Nedra had forced her convulsions. Another time she had been playing with herself and Nedra had awakened and forced her to stop. She had made Norma serve her with her mouth all day long, and wouldn't permit Norma to touch herself until, in the evening, crying with frustration, she had tongued Norma herself, building her to a magnificent orgasm, made all the more splendid by the day long denial.
Norma remembered how once she had gone off and let a boy fuck her without first talking it over with Nedra. She had returned to find Nedra hot and in the mood to suck her sister off. She pulled down her twins panties and stuck her face in her crotch, only to taste the evidence of what Norma had just been doing. Angrily, Nedra had spanked her hard, then made Norma eat her, then spanked her again. That went on throughout the evening. Only after her rump was red and blistered did Nedra relent and beat her sister off. Norma had become terribly aroused by the spanking. It was then that Nedra had begun to incorporate spanking into their private sexual ritual. It was sure to get Norma hot. Not that getting Norma was ever a problem . . .
Norma continued to fondle Kevin's stiffening prick. She was rubbing herself hard now, but keeping as still as she could. When finally she came, it was with the thought of Kevin's prick up her dry asshole, a special punishment ordered by Nedra . . .
Sighing, Nedra turned to her side and fell back asleep just as Kevin woke up.
He blinked sleepily, recalled the night before, felt a moment of acute horror, and groaned. Then, realizing there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it now, rolled over, got comfortable, yawned, tasted cunt in his mouth, and fell back to sleep.
Nedra didn't wake up at all.
Mike woke up with a hard-on and a sick stomach. He took care of both in the bathroom, and was feeling much better when he returned to the bed he shared with Francie. He got in next to her gently, not wishing to disturb her slumber.
In sleep she looked like a little girl, and he was suddenly filled with great affection for her. He really did love her, and if she'd only give up her feelings of ownership towards his cock, he would marry her. He would probably marry her anyway.
Mike wondered if she would wake up shocked over the night before, eager to suppress it, or with a new realization about sex and what it was, and what it was not.
He thought about Elana. She was a hot bitch. She had fucked him dry. And sucked out of him whatever she hadn't fucked out. It had been one hell of an evening. He, for one, was content. Except for one thing. The whole thing had begun over the idea of incest. Was fucking a sister-in-law incestuous? He doubted it. He thought of his sister Tere. He had offered her something, and had never delivered. Did that mean that deep down he was as brain-washed as the others? Could that be possible? It bothered him. Somehow he had to resolve the problem, one way or the other.
He thought of his sister and of making love to her. She was one great looking girl. It could be nothing but nice to sink his prick into her. He imagined licking that pretty pussy of hers, of taking his cock and shoving it up that slit of hers . . . He was gratified to find that he had a hard-on again.
Francie squirmed in her sleep, allowing the covers to slip off her naked body.
She was a very heavy sleeper, Mike knew. He rolled over next to her, cupping her body spoon-fashion, his front to her back. He lifted her leg carefully, allowing his tensed prick to lodge between her thighs. The hairs of her cunt brushed his cock, tempting him to shove it up her hole instead of between the fleshy part of her thighs, but he resisted the impulse. He wasn't sure he was ready for what might be a confrontation with Francie yet.
Instead he closed his eyes, let his cock throb between her legs, and thought of Tere's pussy.
Francie woke with a start to find Mike snoring softly in her ear, his half-erect penis between her legs, his arm cuddling her snugly. Because of this she woke with a mixture of panic and comfort. That he was here with her was, she admitted, the most important thing . . .
Had last night really happened? Her cunt still seemed faintly alive and seeped in come. Mike's own brother's come! Now that it was the next day, would Mike feel any differently? Would he be ashamed of what they had done? God, what if he didn't want to touch her anymore after she had had his brothers prick in her?
She kept failing asleep and waking up, coming back over and over to the same fear, the same question.
Then, what seemed hours later, her question was answered . . . Mike woke up, his prick hard between her thighs, and, wordlessly, began to fuck her.. .
Elana had fallen back to sleep by the time they entered the room. Her face still wore its worried, unhappy expression, and only sheer exhaustion allowed her to sleep on.
Tere smiled and gestured to Elliot. Nodding, he followed her directions and began to undress. Tere was out of her clothing first.
He dropped his pants and carefully got into bed next to his wife. Tere got in on the other side just as carefully. They went to work on Elana at once.
Tere began to work on her back. She rubbed her back very lightly, just enough to make Elana move a bit and lose some of the grimness from her exotic face. Tere used her fingertips, skinning them across the smooth contours and down the tense spine.
Elliot played with his wife's belly first, palming the silky flesh, running a finger into the indentation of her navel, working his hands upwards almost to her breasts and downwards nearly to her pubic patch. He grinned over his wife at Tere, who was already into what she was doing. She had, he noticed, a strand of his wife's long hair in between her lips, and she licked it softly, as if it were pubic hairs. Her eyes were glazed over already also, and again he marveled at the amazing sensuality of his beautiful sister. After the past hour he wasn't sure he could even get an erection for a while, and already she looked ripe for an orgasm.
Tere worked her hands downwards with infinite patience. She by-passed Elana's tempting ass and upper thighs, and played lower, on her legs themselves, stroking and smoothing, exciting without awakening. She loved the feel of Elliot's wife, wishing for a bizarre moment that the three of them could live together, and love together. Her hour with her brother had been one of the best of her life, on a tactile level. She had adored his cock in her mouth, in her slit . . . his mouth, his hands . . . She had been right to suck Francie and Elana last night, in an effort to get closer to her brother. Now that she had had him, she felt like bending over and sucking his wife's cunt for the rest of the day, only because this, of all places, was where he most planted his prick. And deposited his seed. That is, if she couldn't have Elliot himself.. .
Elliot was rubbing his wife's lovely tits now, still controlling his touch so as not to wake her. She began to moan softly in her sleep. Surprisingly, Elliot felt his cock getting hard again. He squeezed the ripe flesh a bit harder, then bent his head and kissed a dark nipple, resisting the impulse to take it into his mouth. He continued holding and rubbing them while his cock lengthened and got fatter and his balls began to come alive.
Tere had her mouth parted and against the flesh of Elana's pretty shoulder. She was excited again, and her hands were having a difficult time being gentle as they cupped and squeezed the dark woman's plump buttocks. Tere longed to tighten her grip on the sexy flesh, to part the cheeks and dig a finger within to find and fondle the delicate little opening. She had never done anything quite like this before, although she had been in bed with a man and woman at the same time many times in the past. She had lived in a commune as part of a group marriage once, and had then been to bed with three women and four men at the same time. But there was something so completely sensuous about she and her brother working together on her sister-in-law, who remained asleep although by now her entire being was responding to their touch. Tere opened the buttocks a bit and let her hand slip between the cheeks. She lightly fingered Elana's dark asshole, eager to probe it deeply either with her finger or even her tongue. Tere thought it was going to be a wonderful day, after all.
Elliot's cock was now fully alert, and only one hand was on his wife's pretty tit. The other was between Elana's legs, and he no longer cared about being gentle. Her pussy was sopping wet, and he slid a finger into her deftly. He began to finger-fuck her seriously as she opened her eyes.
Elana awakened to a staggering burst of desire on her part. She had been having a dream . . . A great many people were around her, feeling her all over, touching and sucking her tits, probing her pussy and her asshole. The dream was wonderful, and she felt herself responding to it. Her cunt was wet in the dream, and wet as she opened her eyes and realized her husband was fingering her hole and her sister-in-law was tickling her asshole with eager fingers. "What . . . " She tried to push Elliot away. She had to think. She tightened her asshole against the girl and made to sit up.
But they wouldn't let her move. Elliot grabbed her wrists with one hand and calmly went on fingering her slit. Tere did withdraw her hand, but only briefly. Long enough to wet a finger with her mouth. Then Elana felt Tere's moist finger return, plowing right through her tensed muscles, this time penetrating her anus while her tits and cunt rocked against Elana's naked back.
When she tried to object Elliot kissed her, teasing her tongue with his. While they were kissing, Tere removed her stabbing finger, doubled over, parted Elana's thighs forcibly and buried her perfect face in her sister-in-law's ass. She tongued the tiny asshole eagerly while Elliot kissed his wife.
Tere's action excited Elliot as well as
Elana. He moved his finger more furiously in his wife's cunt, working in a second finger, and then a third. Elana was moaning now, far beyond protesting as her pussy and ass were being loved with such intensity.
"Elliot . . . Elliot . . . That feels so good--
Oh, Tere, lick it! Keep licking it!" All the insecurity she had felt after watching her husband and his sister fucking in the back house were gone now. They were here with her, loving her . . . She wasn't quite sure what was going on, why they were here, but she couldn't care less at the moment. It was enough that they were here . . . and she was going to come . . .
Elliot slid to the edge of the bed and got to work on his wife's slit. Something had changed her since the last time they had had sex. His wife was on the verge of an orgasm, so soon after they had begun to arouse her! He licked her hole, paused long enough to soul-kiss his sister whose working tongue was only inches from his, then began to lick Elana's clit. She came almost instantly, thrusting her cunt frantically into his face.
Tere held on tightly to Elana as the girl began to buck. She was coming now, and with the slightest chance, Tere knew she could join her. She controlled herself, though, knowing it was just the start of a long, long day.
After Elana was calmed down, the three began talking. Tere explained her feelings about honest sex, and Elliot earnestly spoke of his desire that they have a sincere and open relationship.
Slowly Elana came to understand what it was they were saying, and, more importantly, she became comfortable with the concept.
"Listen," Elliot said at last, "I want you to understand I love you. You're my wife and you're going to stay my wife. But the desire for some extra pussy hasn't gone someplace else just because I happen to love you and want to spend most of my time with you. Just as you haven't lost the desire for getting a little stray cock every now and then. All I ask is that from now on we play it straight with each other, realizing that it has nothing to do with our feelings' for each other. I'm sick of lying to myself. I would have sworn yesterday that I'd never have made love to my own sister, not of my own free choice, that is. Well, I just did, and it was great." He grinned at Tere. "I hope to do a lot more of it in the future, also. We have a lot of fun things to try, Elana. Are you with me? Before you say yes, I want you to know that the first thing on the agenda is to confront this whole family of ours. Make 'em cop to last night. Otherwise there isn't one of them . . . well, maybe Mike, that's all, who wouldn't pretend last night was some kind of weird, shameful dream. Are you with us, baby?"
Elana wasn't entirely sure of all Elliot had said, but what she understood, she liked. "I'm with you . . . "
The three of them threw robes on and headed out the door. Mike and Francie's room was next.
Francie had just gotten over the shock and begun to respond to Mike's fucking, when the door burst open and in marched Elana, Tere, and Elliot, all three wearing nothing more than grins and thin robes.
Francie pulled away from Mike, leaving his hard cock to flop out of her and land wetly on the sheet. She tugged the covers up to her neck.
All three of them laughed. Tere was the first to move. She went up to Mike and reached for his prick. "Ah, the poor little thing . . . Has he been kicked out into the cold mean world?" She kissed the head of it tenderly, then started laughing again.
Even Mike had trouble figuring out what was going on. "Hey, you nuts, what's the big idea?"
Elliot grinned and waved him down. "No big idea. We just decided that most of this crew was going to wake up feeling three parts guilt to one part hangover, and everyone, we figured, with the possible exception of you, Mike, is bound to try to repress all that happened last night. Which we think is a king-sized load of crap. So we thought we would just trip around the house and wake all of you up in such a way that you couldn't deny last night, and here we find you guys in bed fucking your brains out!"
This time Mike joined the laughter. Then he looked thoughtfully at Francie. "I think you might be right. About everyone forgetting last night if they could possibly pull it off." He reached down for the girl, taking her hand. "Elliot's right, honey. It is a bunch of crap, you know. Like I've been saying, sex is fun and real, and all the denying of it, or choosing not to notice it's there junk just builds another castle in the air. I'm with my friends and family here, and I'm going to go with them on their waking-up-the-house project, after they wake me up, that is. I don't intend to let myself get gypped out of that. And I'm going to have me a blast, and I'd be delighted if you'd come along with me . . . And I do mean come . . . "
Francie swallowed, then looked at Elliot. He had fucked her blind last night, and he had sucked her, and he had filled her with cream. And, if anything, the glance they exchanged was warmer than ever, and totally devoid of any negatives. The sex had been good fun, that was all. She looked over at Tere. Tere had sucked her pussy last night. All she read in the red haired girl's beautiful eyes was a desire to do it to her again . . . Elana had spent most of the evening with Mike. There was no smug I-got-your-man look in her eyes, however. All Francie could read was a warm desire to hop into bed with a bunch of willing bodies.
Then Francie looked at Mike. She loved him. Why, she didn't know, exactly. But love him she did, and no way was she going to give him up. Why had she been pretending that sex was so important just to him? Hadn't she enjoyed herself? Had enjoying herself with any of them changed the fact that her love for Mike was exclusive and had nothing to do with anything else? And yet she, too, had enjoyed sex with the others.. .
In way of answer, Francie dropped the covers from her adorable body and held out her arms to all of them . . .
Mike got there first. He kissed her lovingly, but before the kiss was over someone planted themselves between Francie's legs, and she felt a hot tongue begin to work on her. For a second she wondered who it was, and then it ceased to matter.
Tere started licking Francie's snatch on impulse, to help Mike seal with a kiss the start of a new life for them. Then she got up and went up to Elana, kissing her fully on the lips.
"Did you ever eat a girl, Elana?" she asked, while Elliot sat down on the floor by the bed and began running his finger in and out of Francie's twat.
Elana shook her head. She looked down at Tere's marvelous body as the girl shrugged off her robe.
"I think it's time you tried it. Why don't you kiss Francie's pretty cunt? She really loves it."
Boldly Elana looked at her sister-in-law, saw the perfection of the girl's cream and honey body, and spoke, "I'd rather try it on you, Tere. I'd rather lick you."
Tere grinned and kissed Elana, then cupped her large breasts warmly. "Go to it, baby. I love it, too." She got up on the bed next to Francie, grateful that theirs was a double bed.
By this time Francie was sucking Mike's cock, getting it nice and hard. Tere glanced over at it, then looked up at Mike who was straddling Francie's face on the bed while Elliot was slowly licking her twat.
Mike caught her look and smiled down at her. He turned to watch Elana get out of her robe and come towards his sister.
"Don't let her finish you off. Not too badly, anyway. I want to give you what I promised last night, Tere. I want to fuck you. Five minutes from now, hear? I'm just letting Francie get it good and hard for me."
Tere sighed as she felt Elana settle between her outstretched legs. "It's a date, Mike . . . " Then she closed her eyes. She was particularly fond of having a girl who has never sucked cunt before work on her. There was an added thrill in their clumsiness, somehow.
Elana felt odd on her knees next to her husband who was totally absorbed in eating Francie's wet cunt. She paused for a moment and watched Elliot curiously, somewhat surprised to note that watching him perform this intensely intimate act excited her.
He felt her eyes on him and looked up. His first expression was one of surprise as he realized what she was about to do to his sister, then the surprise changed to deep excitement. "You're going to suck Tere's pussy! Oh, wow, that's great, baby. Listen, honey, you suck her off and I'm going to get so damn hot I'm going to have to come behind you and fuck you while you do it to Tere. So get ready for some nice fat cock!"
His words thrilled her. Before she knew what she was doing, Elana ducked her head and brought her mouth to Tere's russet slit while Elliot watched her every move. She kissed the pretty little mound, then licked it with her tongue. Shaking, she used her fingers to pry open the lips, exposing wet red tissue and frothy cream icing. Topping the hidden flesh was a pale pearl of erect flesh, half obscured by more folds of the reddish tissue. Elana concentrated on the pearl, Tere's clitoris, knowing exactly how it felt whenever someone licked hers. She let the petal-like folds close over either side of her face, and drummed the little pearl with a stiffened tongue.
Tere began to moan as her sister-in-law went to work on her clit. It felt great, and she began to twist her hips to bring the shy tongue exactly where she needed it. She turned her head and watched Francie suck her brother, suck the cock she was soon to have ramming in and out of her twat. It was large and big balled. Tere's feeling about this being a great day rang more and more true minute by minute. She lifted her hips to encourage Elana to go exploring inside her hole.. . .
Mike stared down at his sister, controlling his emotions carefully so that he wouldn't get carried away and come off in Francie's hot mouth. He pulled away slightly and removed his cock from between her lips, letting his balls dangle in the girl's face instead.
Francie jtickled Mike's balls with her tongue and spread her legs wider to give Elliot more room to suck her cunt. She was in ecstasy, and it mattered not at all at the moment that she was merely preparing Mike's prick for his sister to enjoy. She was happy. Elliot really knew how to suck on her . . . She felt she could come at any time, and wondered what the harm would be in allowing herself one small orgasm right now . . . She tensed her thighs, then threw them up in the air, then brought them against the back of his neck. Her heels began a drumming beat on the back's of Elliot's shoulders as his lapping tongue started the girl shaking with uncontrollable pleasure . . .
Elliot felt Francie come. He licked her harder, feeling her heels beating against him, and lapping the moisture from her dewy little crack "with loving care. His prick was very hard now, and soon he would be jamming it into his wife's slit dog-fashion, his wife, his Elana, who, at this very minute, was eagerly lapping his sister's twat . . . The thought was too much. He broke contact with Francie quick, before he spilled all over his hand, and he reached out blindly for his wife's bent back . . .
Elana had been curious about what it would be like to eat pussy. She had never expected this. It was a feeling of abject giving, but also one of acute power. The taste of cunt mattered less than she'd supposed it would, feeling the odor might turn her off, or the slickness of woman flesh. None of this proved to be true. Sucking Tere was like plunging headfirst into an entire world of sexual sensation that was far removed from ordinary sex, something of what sucking cock was for her in the beginning. Only then she had been a very young girl, and she had done it to please the men she went with. Now, as a fully developed and highly sexual woman, Elana was finding herself loving the sensation of her tongue buried in another woman's slit, and she knew at last what it was like for Elliot and other's when they brought her to orgasm this way. She could identify so thoroughly that she felt a grain of suspicion that if she kept this act up long enough, she might well be able to climax just from licking Tere . . . It was a little bit like finding herself licking her own pussy. She made a mental note to be sure, sometime during the day, to engage Tere or one of the other woman in a hot sixty-nine. Just thinking about it increased the creaming between her own trembling thighs. Soon Elliot would be fucking her, soon she would be feeling his dick up her hole. God, but she needed that.. .
She felt it a moment later. He was terribly excited. His fingers all but tore open her legs and his hand brought his cock to her slit demandingly. She pushed her ass toward him to make entry as simple as possible, and in one lunge he was crammed into her, stuffing her fully, fucking her hole with an enthusiasm which hadn't been around for years. She sucked furiously on her sister-in-law's twat while she yielded to the cock plowing hers.. . .
She protested only dimly as Mike pulled Tere out of the reach of her stabbing tongue. She was too far gone to do much more than concentrate on her husband's wildly fucking cock as she gave into the unmistakable bubble of rapidly approaching orgasm. She began to scream into the edge of the bed . . .
Mike had waited until Francie was finished licking his balls, then he could wait no longer. He rolled off his girl, grabbed his sister, and lifted her further onto the bed, breaking the contact of Elana's mouth and Tere's cunt. He couldn't have cared less. His cock was a mammoth chisel of rubbery flesh, and he needed to shove it right up that red haired snatch . . . Any thoughts of familial attachment were completely lost in the desire that heated his balls. All he knew was that he wanted to fuck this fantastically beautiful sister of his, make a reality of all the times he'd peeked on her when they were kids, had longed for a chance to simply feel those softly ballooning tits of hers, the rounded little creamy ass, and most of all, best of all, actually touch that mysterious little vee between her legs, that hidden treasure that promised all the joys of heaven, and had never delivered. Until now . . .
Tere didn't have a chance to bring her legs forward and give herself to him in her most yielding position, a position she sensed both her brother would enjoy most of all. He was too desperate for her, so she let him poke his prick into her for a moment, and then she twisted away from him. She looked into his glazed eyes and read his fear that she was pulling something on him, that she was going to try to escape and not let him fuck her. She felt a profound thrill as she read the fact that he would not let her get away with it, if that indeed proved to be her intention. She "felt sure he would slap the shit out of her if she tried anything like that, and then rape her, anyway, and the realization that all of a sudden he wanted her that badly excited her even more than she already was.
Quickly she did what she had intended from the start, bring her legs up his body until they rested against his shoulders, her red twat now totally opened to him and prepared to take every bit as much of him as he chose to give her. She didn't have long to wait.
One moment he was buried in his sister's tight cunt, and then she was gone, breaking the connection between them, and Mike experienced a state of total fury, of anger so intense that he longed to strike her . . . Then she was doing something with her legs, and he was able to get to her again, only this time it was better, much, much better, he was in total control, and he was planting every last notch of his prick deeply into that sweating, flexing cunt of hers . . .
Francie was alone on the bed suddenly, alone in the sense that no one was touching her, alone in the truest sense. She looked around and saw Mike buried in his sister's womb, blind and deaf to everything but fucking Tere. Elana and Elliot were also fucking, but dog-fashion, on the floor. Elana's mouth was still glazed with juice from Tere's cunt, and her eyes were wild with passion as her husband rammed her good with his huge dick.
Francie felt the loneliness, and suddenly realized she could respond to it one of two ways. She could either feel sorry for herself and withdraw, or she could figure fuck it, and scoot over, shove her pussy in Elana's face, and join the party. She thought only a moment.
Groaning with the pangs of her orgasm, Elana eagerly began to eat the pussy that had been thrust under her nose. She attacked Francie's twat as if she'd been eating cunt all her life.. .
The five of them rested briefly after their little orgy. The men were momentarily deflated, but the girls were ready and willing to party more right then.
"Let's not forget our mission, ladies," Elliot reminded them. "If there's anyone, any two people most likely to put last night out of their minds, it's Carol and Scott."
Tere agreed. "Hey, what did they do, anyway? I don't even remember."
Francie smiled. "Well, Carol ate my pussy, mostly. And Scott licked her asshole while she was doing it to me. It was really nice, too. She likes doing it."
Mike thought a moment, then remembered the whole thing. "Oh, my God! I remember! I was in bed with the two of them late last night. I forgot all about it. If I remember correctly, I ate Carol out while brother Scott sucked my dick!"
Elliot glanced at Mike to see if he might be kidding. His face plainly gave way how he reacted to the thought of his brother as a cock-sucker.
Tere caught it and wouldn't let him get away with it. "Hey, just a second! To each his own. Who cares if Scott likes to suck? Big deal. Did you think I was some kind of a queer because I eat cunt? And like it, too. That didn't bother anyone, did it? Or that Elana tried it and likes it ? So lets not be such prigs. If you guys were a little more sure of your own masculinity you might not be so afraid of it, either."
"What do you mean, Tere?" Mike asked, interested.
She shrugged. "Simple. Once a man takes another man's prick into his mouth he's already labeled a queer. Right? As if that simple act changes everything. Shit. I'd consider it inhumane and plain unbendingly stupid if, for example, two men found themselves stranded on some desert island with only each other for who knows how long, and neither of them would consider giving the other head. It would seem a lot more normal for each to service the other, and I fail to see how their norm would be changed. Once they got off the island they'd probably find a chick to fuck, first thing."
"But this is no desert island. We have a choice, and so does Scott. Why would he suck cock when he could lick cunt?" Elliot protested.
Again Tere shrugged. "Maybe for the simple sake of variety, for all I know. I could suck cock exclusively, but I'm not above pleasuring anyone I'm grouping it up with. If a girl needs her pussy licked, I'll lick it. And I feel just as much a woman as ever. Since both of you have fucked me, I don't imagine you think I'm a dike, do you? All I'm really saying is that I don't see anything so wrong with taking a cock in your mouth, or what that has to do, really, with your having balls or not. Scott obviously can fuck and eat pussy, too, so perhaps its fair to assume that he's just a bit more open-minded and versatile than either of you." She smiled sweetly at her brothers. "How was the blow job he gave you, Mike?"
Mike thought a moment. "Excellent," he answered finally with a smile. "I'm beginning to catch on, sister of mine. You are one cool little chick."
She nodded graciously. "Ever been sucked by a man, Elliot?"
He nodded, also grinning now.
"Shall we go give it a try?"
They were both asleep when the others slowly pushed open their door. Scott was on his side, curled up like a little boy. Carol was flat on her back, her patrician face lovely in sleep. The blanket had fallen away just enough to reveal the better part of one naked breast. Scott snored lightly as they entered, as if aware that his sweet sleep was about to come to an end.
Tere took the lead. She went to Carol and fondled her exposed breast, then pushed the blanket away to reveal the other one. She made a sign for Elliot and Francie to approach Scott. Gesturing silently, she conveyed the idea she wanted, and they obeyed. Elliot put his soft cock up against his brother's parted lips and began to rub softly, as if his dick were a tube of lipstick he was painstakingly applying to Scott's mouth. At the same time Francie started to fondle Scott's shrunken cock and balls. They began to respond to her touch almost immediately.
Tere motioned for Elana to come to her. Then she pushed the dark girl's head towards the blankets. They removed the covers as soundlessly as possible, grateful for the booze everyone had drunk, and the morning's relative insensitivity. When Carol and Scott were nakedly exposed without the protective covers, Francie got to her knees and began gently to suck his prick.
She felt it grow as soon as she had it safely locked between her jaws. She used her hands on his balls and his asshole, touching both spots lightly but firmly.
Meanwhile Elliot was getting a semi-asleep reaction to the rubbing of his cock against his brother's mouth. Scott was nuzzling his tool with his lips, kissing it mindlessly, obviously enjoying the sensation. Elliot found he was not immune to the sensation, any more than he would have been if the nuzzling lips were female. His dick started to harden.
Elana did not hesitate about licking Carol's cunt as Tere wanted her to. It was true that she did not like this sister-in-law, but Carol was far better looking naked and sleeping than she'd ever been awake and dressed. More than that, Elana was very interested in this whole avenue of sensation. She was curious about Carol's cunt. Would it taste any different from the two she'd already sucked? Would Carol respond the same? Would she enjoy sucking a girl she disliked as well as sucking a girl she liked or had no particular feelings about? It had always interested her how men seemed quite able to have sex with any girl no matter how they felt about her as a person. She kneeled by the bed, bringing her head to Carol's closed legs. Tere had indicated that spreading the older girl open would wake her up too harshly . . . She wanted a tongue to be dancing on her clit before that.
Elana began to lick the high, dark mound. She found the tip of the crack with her tongue and slipped inside, touching the hard knot of her clit strictly by accident. She began to lick it. Almost immediately the dry slit began to grow juicy, and Elana found herself liking what she was doing once more . . .
Carol woke up the moment the tongue started lapping her clit. For a delayed moment she thought it was her husband licking her cunt, but the touch was different and the sensation of many bodies and may activities was strong even before she opened her eyes.
Her eyelids fluttered, but just as she chanced a peek to see what was happening to them, the naked, wet pussy of her beautiful sister-in-law was covering her face, straddling her, begging for a kiss and a good sucking. Carol felt she might have had the strength to resist, in spite of the fact that she wanted that cunt very badly, but there was that tongue in her own pussy, and it was doing things to her that had her spreading her own clenched thighs even without meaning to. And something was happening to Scott. She could hear him moaning next to her, but his moans were muffled as if by a pussy or a big fat cock . . . Unable to fight it, Carol threw her arms around Tere's fantastic honeyed ass and started tonguing her cunt.
Scott didn't bother trying to figure out what was going on. When he woke up with his cock buried into Francie's throat and feeling Elliot's prick straining rock-hard against his mouth, he gave up. He opened his mouth, sighed deeply, and began sucking cock.
They worked on each other for a few minutes, then Mike, his own cock ready for action, walked up to Elliot and whispered in his ear. Elliot nodded, and soon he was lying on his side close to Carol's head, coaxing Scott to follow him if he wished to keep sucking. Francie naturally followed along. When Scott was on his side facing the center of the bed, Mike approached Francie and, without disturbing her blow job, shoved his prick into her cunt enough to wet it good. Then he walked up to the bed. He. spit into his hand quickly, and penetrated Scott's asshole with his wet finger, oiling it as best as he could.
Scott groaned loudly as he felt someone's finger shoot up his asshole. It felt fantastic. He sucked Elliot's cock all the way down his throat and plunged his own even deeper into little Francie. He felt the mattress sag as someone got in next to him, but thought nothing of it until, a moment later, he felt the giant prick begin to press against his asshole.
Mike shoved hard, met the resistance of a too-small hole, and tried again, this time with more determination. He had never sunk his cock into a male asshole before, and all too rarely into any asshole. Francie fought him like crazy when he did it to her, eventually settling down to enjoying it, but it usually wasn't worth the hassle. But he loved the sensation of plowing a painfully tight rectum, and now he was eager to get into Scott. He brought his hips forward in one smooth stroke, and his stiff cock forced its way into the passageway.
Scott screamed into the base of Elliot's belly, but there was nothing he could do about the dick ramming its way into his almost dry hole. The few times he'd sat on cock before came back to him. But this time it was his brothers', one in his mouth and one in his ass, and something clicked in his brain, some vague memory of wanting his far more masculine brothers to abuse him in just this way, years ago, when he was just a kid. All of a sudden the big shaft in his asshole was a most wanted intruder, and Scott began to back into the massive cock. He sucked even more adoringly on Elliot's cock, and wished it were possible to groan out his excitement. He thought briefly of Carol, next to him on the bed, and hoped she was having as good a time as he. Not even for Carol would he stop this act of acts . . .
Mike couldn't believe the way his brother's tight anus was sucking at his cock, wanting more, taking more, taking him inside all the way down to the base of his balls. It felt fine, nice and tight, and dry enough to produce the maximum friction, but not so dry that it hurt him. He began to jab at the eager hole, punching it with his prick, wanting to ride this ass as he never could Francie's. He smiled as the sensation got better and better, knowing what his poor Francie would be in for after this. Well, she would simply have to get used to it, that was all.. . He was going to give it to her just like r this, at least once a week. Only once a week, he amended. If she was lucky . . .
Elliot was too weak to come yet. He gradually eased his prick out of Scott's mouth, then realized the cock up his ass and Francie's mouth were making Scott come. Swiftly he plunged his shaft back down his brother's throat, just as I Scott began to tremble all over. From the noise Francie was making it was obvious that she was getting a lot of cream, and that she was being forced to swallow it all.
As soon as Scott stopped his trembling, Elliot once more pulled out of his sucking mouth. He leaned back and watched as Francie moved out of the way and Mike shoved Scott over on his belly on the bed.
Mike got to his knees, removing his enormous cock from his brother's asshole. Then he shoved a pillow under Scott's crotch, positioned him so that he was prone, with his ass elevated, a white bull's-eye target with the center etched in angry red. On his knees now between Scott's thighs, Mike positioned his cock against the small hole and plunged. There was nothing to muffle Scott's scream now, but it came out an odd mixture of pain and rapture.
Mike paid no attention to his brother, except for the obvious pleasure Scott's asshole was giving him, and Scott seemed to like that fine. He spread his legs a little more and offered his rectum for his brother's complete pleasure, to use as he wished.
Mike used it. He rammed in and out of the asshole until even he thought the small opening would have to tear under the strain. But it simply puckered for him, and now Scott was even flexing his rectal muscles, squeezing on the cock as he would on a turd.
Mike could take no more. He started coming in his brother's asshole, shooting stream after stream of burning come into the bruised and battered crevice. Scott moaned with pleasure as he felt the flood.
"Oooh . . . that feels so good . . . I love it.. . I love it.. . It feels like you're pissing in me, you're coming so much. I don't care if you are . . . Just give it to me . . . " Scott's cock was hard again, and it was pressed up against the bedding.
Mike understood that Scott was on the verge of coming again. As he listened to his brother's words, he felt his own prick relax enough to make his impulse possible. Taking aim, he shot a long stream of hot piss into his brother's asshole . . .
Carol was totally isolated from whatever her husband was doing by the cunts around her. She was avidly licking one, and another female was licking her, and she didn't care if the moment never passed. When she began to come someone shoved a finger up her twat, and she let it pound the orgasm out of her.
Then she was on her stomach, and the pussy in her mouth was urging her head downwards, toward a pale pink asshole. Without thinking Carol let herself be urged, and the next thing she knew she was licking it, slipping inside it. It no longer seemed to matter what she did or whom she did it with, all her past images were hopelessly lost forever, anyway, hers and Scott's. Perhaps, she thought wildly, it was for the best.. . It felt for the best, that was certain.
She didn't even complain when she was dragged to the rug and quickly fucked by her brother-in-law Elliot and, when he slipped his cock in her ass, she came . . . and came . . . and came.. .
It took only a short time to explain everything to Scott and Carol. They were flushed and completely relaxed. And ready for anything from now on. They smiled shyly at each other, and held hands as all of them trooped in to awaken Nedra, Norma and Kevin. It was almost as if they were starting all over again, only this time on more equal terms.
Nedra was up and smoking a cigarette. She wasn't yet up to climbing out of the bed, and Kevin was still asleep. Norma was only dozing lightly.
Nedra was wondering what exciting thing might happen to her today. She didn't have very long to wonder, even less time than it took her to take a puff of her cigarette. "What the.. . . "
"Shh.. . " Tere held her finger to her lips. Then she went to the girl and whispered their reason for being here. Nedra started to laugh.
"That's Kevin, exactly," she whispered. "He would pass the whole thing off as a drunken fantasy. He even does that with us, half the time. "What are you going to do?".
Kevin never knew what hit him. Nedra had once kidded him about having a harem complex because he loved having the two of them. But when he woke up, he had five of them in bed with him, all naked, all willing. His three brothers, nearly drunk on the fun of it all, stood around the bed naked and waved make-shift fans, playing the sultan's slaves for all they were worth.
"What in the fuck do you . . . " He got no further. Tere started licking his toes, Elana claimed the cock she'd desired so long with her mouth, Norma was between his thighs urging them upwards as she flickered her tongue over the edge of his asshole, Nedra was mouthing his flat nipples, and Francie was kissing him, working her little tongue into his mouth. Carol was down by his hands, urging one to play with her cunt, the other her tits. .
Kevin fought the whole thing off for all of three seconds. Then he settled back and enjoyed the party. He, obviously, was the guest of honor . . . Or the main course. It didn't matter to him either way . . .
CHAPTER FIVE
Everyone was up early the following morning. They had been too tired to do more than read or watch some TV after the substantial meal the girls had cooked. Elliot took them for a fun ride in his pick-up truck to see the local attractions, and then, after a snack of cheese, fruit and crackers, everyone had drifted off to bed . . . To sleep, for a change. The relaxed atmosphere lasted through the next morning.
"We have to sit down and figure out what the hell to do about the land, people. We've procrastinated the issue about as pleasantly and long as we can. What say we take a walk and discuss it." Elliot suggested to his brothers and Tere.
"You men decide what to do. Whatever you decide is just fine with me. I'm going to stay here with the womenfolk and put this house back in shape. We might be going away today, but Elliot and Elana live here. We've made a mess out of the pad."
Tere's reminder that everyone was to leave that day put a damper on everyone. Never before had the family gotten together and been reluctant to part when the time had come.
The brothers went into the woods to talk, and Tere and the others began straightening up. Whenever one of the women met another, they'd take out the time to embrace. Tere was doing the dishes, but when Elana came in to deposit a new stack, Tere took her in her arms and began to kiss her.
"I never guessed sex with another woman could be so good," Elana confessed into Tere's ear.
"It is nice, isn't it. I don't guess you have much chance for any up here, huh?"
Elana giggled. "With all the church crowd? Or the PTA? But we love living up here. I guess we're basically loners, at heart. Right now I don't feel that way anyhow. Not now." Tere stroked her breasts. "You hot? Would you like me to lick your sweet little pussy for you? This might be our last chance for a long, long time."
"Yes! Only I want to lick you, too." Elana kissed her sister-in-law passionately. "I love sucking you off, Tere. I want to shove my tongue all the way up you one last time. You know, I was thinking . . . couldn't you possibly stay here with us? For a while, anyway? We'd both love it. You love fucking Elliot, and he's insane for your twat. I don't mind at all, anymore. I want you too. I can't imagine doing without this . . . " She began to rub Tere's cunt under her dress. "I love this so much. I want it so badly. Please say you'll stay, Tere. We'll be so good to you. We'll do whatever you say, make you come every day, however you want it . . . " Elana's voice got higher as the ache in her crotch increased. Now that she was about to lose her sister-in-law, she didn't think she could stand it.
Tere smiled and moved slightly so that Elana's groping hand could get inside her panties. When it was cupping her naked sex, she spoke. "No, Elana, you beautiful thing, you. I can't possibly stay. I know you want me, and I want you and Elliot just as much. But you two have to work your life out together, just the two of you and any kids you might have. Besides, I have to go do my thing, you know. Find a cat of my own to play with. But we'll get together somehow, I promise you. We'll make it a regular thing, a . . . a family reunion thing, and if I have my guy by that time, I promise you he'll be as hot for your pussy as I am. We'll have a lot of beautiful times."
Elana was working on Tere's panties. But the red head stopped her.
"Let me get these clothes off. They're only in the way. See how nice it is to have everything out front? We don't have to worry about who might find us and what they might think. Listen, you skim out of that robe thing you have on, too. I want you naked against me. I want your beautiful tits in my mouth. And that wonderful, hot little pussy of yours . . . "
They melted together again, then Tere pushed her away and they both undressed in the kitchen, grateful for the cheerful kitchen carpeting as they fell to the floor in each others arms.
"Let's suck each other off one last time alone. Then let's go into the living room and see if anyone else would like a goodbye session." Tere leaned forward and sucked a ripe nipple briefly.
"I don't think I want to, Tere. I just want you right now. I want to suck you and suck you, suck that beautiful crotch of yours until you have to leave. Do it to you right up to the very last minute."
"But maybe Carol feels that way about both of us. Maybe she'd like one last tonguing. And the twins, if you haven't sucked them yet, you should. They have delicious cunts, Elana, exactly alike. And Francine . . . "
But Elana wasn't listening any more. She was too busy sucking Tere's breasts.
Tere grabbed the girl by her oriental hair and kissed her mouth, sucking her tongue hard. Then they began to kiss and lick each other all over, pulling on each other's nipples with their lips, nibbling them with their sharp, white teeth.
Elana fell back on the carpet and held her arms up to her sister-in-law. "I can't wait, Tere. Come sit on my face. Push that hot cunt of yours into my mouth. Use your tongue on my hole. Lick me! Lick me while I lick you! Please!"
She got up slowly, her jungle beauty precise and knowing. By the time she finished her dance of agreement and actually lowered her lovely ass over Elana's face, Elana was sobbing with need for her. But before she allowed the dark girl's mouth to close over her cunt, Tere pushed her tongue far into Elana's hungry pussy.
"Oh! Ooh! Ooh . . . " Elana's sounds of ecstasy were blotted out as Tere lowered her ass the rest of the way, engulfing Elana's gasping mouth in her wet crotch. Elana began eating the cunt over her, spasming as soon as her tongue touched the same place Tere's tongue was touching in her. In spite of the strength of her orgasm, Elana couldn't resist wondering whatever had happened to the funny girl she used to be, the girl who couldn't come off very often . . .
Then she stopped wondering anything. Feeling was more important.
Tere began to come a moment later, tightening her muscles and increasing her strokes in Elana's cunt. She loved eating cunt, particularly the cunt of a woman who's man she desired. She had picked up this practice in one commune, where protocol had it that in order to make love with a certain man you had first to please his woman. It was meant to discourage swapping. Instead, it opened the girls to new ways of having sex.
Elana didn't want to give Tere up so soon, so she darted her tongue in and out of Tere's soft, juicy hole. She lapped the hairy red folds carefully, then shot her tongue up against her clitoris. It didn't take the girl long to excite Tere all over again.
Tere returned the game, licking Elana everywhere but on her overly sensitive clit until she was shuddering all over. Only then did she direct her tongue to the little knob of oiled flesh.
Elana was determined to make it last as long as possible. She kissed around the clit, shot her tongue into Tere's pink asshole, kissed all over her dimpled rump, tongued her hole every few minutes, but avoided the girl's straining clit.
Tere moaned into Elana's dark slit, her nose buried into the sticky wetness as deeply as her mouth. She was proud of her pupil. In two days time Elana had learned to eat cunt the way few men or women ever did. But she was, after all, the teacher, and still had a few tricks to teach her student.
Tere took a deep breath, then began to suck Elana's sensitive clit. She began gently, applying her mouth not only to the clit itself, but to the whole tender area around the delicate ridge, taking it into her mouth as a man might suck a breast, settling not just for the nipple, but for as much of the entire breast as he could fit in there.
Tere was doing something to her that was so wonderful that her knees began to tremble. Elana tried not to concentrate on the fantastic pleasure. She worked instead on distracting Tere by snaking her tongue randomly across the beautiful girl's pulsating clit.
But Tere knew what she was doing. Gradually she intensified her mouth grasp on Elana's most sensitive flesh.
In minutes Elana began to groan into Tere's twat. She couldn't resist any longer. She began to slide into a long, intoxicating orgasm, giving her agonized pussy entirely to Tere's expert touch.
Once she felt the girl give into the spasms, Tere allowed herself to come. She felt a spasm coming on and mouthed Elana's flesh one last time. They came in each other's mouths, sobbing and shaking as if what they experienced were sensations they wished to never forget.. .
Elana went along willingly with Tere, eager now to share a final, intimate goodbye with her guests. She had only rested a moment in Tere's warm arms, and she was already prepared for whatever might happen. Just as, in some part of her mind, she was prepared for very late that night, after everyone had gone, when she could give a demonstration of all she had learned, for the exclusive benefit of her husband . . . She had the feeling that because of this weekend they were going to be a very happy couple.
She was thinking of that when they found Francie in the living room. She was sitting on the couch, crying.
Tere went to her. "What's the matter, Francie? What happened?"
But when the girl looked up, her face was radiant. "I'm not . . . these aren't sad tears! I . . . Mike's going to marry me. We talked about it before he left. He said that he liked my new attitude about sex, that he vowed to never tie himself to a square girl, and that he was now convinced . . . oh, Tere, you did it! You forced the whole thing, and now everything's wonderful! We're getting married! Just when I thought I'd lost him!"
The other two grinned at the girl. "What shall we do with our about to be sister-in-law? Let's do something very nice to her."
Together they began to undress the unprotesting girl. She giggled as they skinned her of her panties. "Not only did I get my man, but I've definitely learned some new games."
Tere laughed. "Maybe we can teach you a few more before you go."
Elana looked at the delicate girl who was going to marry her husband's brother and remembered how jealous she had been of Francie such a short time ago. It didn't seem possible now. Now that they had all had each other, there were no unknowns, nothing hidden nothing to fear. Francie was really one of her family now, and she would miss her. A real wave of fondness struck her, and she put her arms around the younger woman, hugging her nakedness to her flesh, absurdly sorry that the weekend was drawing to the end. She sat her down on the couch and started kissing Francie.
Tere sat down on the other side of the girl, her hand immediately dropping to her plump buttocks. "Mike found himself a sweet little wife. I'm going to like coming to dinner at your house."
"Umm, me too." Elana kissed her cheek and the corner of her mouth.
"Two at once! I like that. Are you going to take turns sucking my cunt? That would be so nice." Francie was starting to talk, which meant she was starting to get hot.
Francie's way of verbalizing what was happening to her and what she was feeling about what was happening to her excited Tere. She had known men who reacted that way, but Francie was the first girl. She encouraged her.
"Would you like us to suck your cunt, Francie? Is that what you want us to do? What else would you like us to do to you? Just tell us, honey . . . " Tere brought both of her hands to the girl's bouncy little tits.
"Oh, everything!" the girl sighed, eyes closing as she leaned back against the couch. "Anything! Yes, yes, I want both of you to eat me! To take turns licking my pussy! I also love having my asshole licked. That feels wonderful. The way you're playing with my breasts feels so nice, too. And that hand between my legs . . . "
Elana played with the fine pussy hairs and felt them dampen in her hand. She got to her knees by the couch, her lips kissing the soft flesh all the way down. She didn't hesitate long though. With a quick shove she separated the girl's legs and placed her head down between Francie's thighs.
"Oh, yes, that's so nice! I never get used to it, never can get enough of it!" Francie's high voice was very excited. "Ooh . . . ooh . . . Lick my hole now, please lick my hole! Now my clit! That's right . . . That's it . . . " She brought one leg up and hooked it around Elana's head. "You suck so nice, Elana. You suck cunt like you really love it. That's what makes it feel so nice . . . "
Tere bent over the two of them and tongued a small nipple. She sucked it good, then got to the rug next to Elana. Feeling more affectionate than sexual, she ran a finger into Francie's well-lubricated vagina, feeling Elana tilt her chin to make room for the hand. She dug little circles in the flesh with the finger, and was rewarded by Francie's appreciative moan.
"That's so good! Oh, Tere, do you want to be played with? Do you want me to rub your pussy?" Francie stared at her through slitted eyes.
Tere shook her head. "You just relax and enjoy yourself. Enjoy Elana sucking you. I'm fine. Lift your butt a little."
Francie moaned louder when she felt the finger slide into her asshole. But a second later it was gone, slipping into hiding in her cunt once more.
Elana pulled away for a moment and began to kiss Francie's mound. "I wish one of the men were here," she groaned. "I found my ultimate kick . . . I love sucking cunt while getting fucked with a nice, big cock. My pussy is so hot to have something stuck up there . . . "
Tere grinned and got up. "I don't have a cock, but I do have an idea. Wait a minute!" She started out of the room. "No," she reconsidered, "Go on eating Francie. Just keep licking that cute cunt of hers. I'll be right back."
Elana watched her leave, her firm flesh jiggling only slightly as she hurried. Then she bent to her task.
She was exploring the folds on either side of Francie's clit with her tongue when Tere returned. She didn't hear her enter because Francie had her thighs wrapped around her head and was beating her heels lightly into Elana's back.
Francie was moaning with her orgasm by the time Tere returned. She smiled, then kneeled behind Elana. Between her legs she had a rubber child's toy, a long, hard, thick make-believe banana, pink, which sat on a broad base which served perfectly as a pair of balls. Tere had the base caught behind her thighs, making the shaft of the toy stable. It swayed in the air solidly, just like a big stiff cock. It had been a going away present to Tere from one of the wives in the group marriage commune Tere had been a part of. Now she was glad she had kept the gag gift. It would be perfect.
Elana felt the mock prick enter her, swung her head around to see who it was, and discovered that it was Tere.
"Just relax, Elana, darling. I found something nice and big to fill you with. Relax and enjoy it. It does feel nice, doesn't it? Like a big cock, right? Go on licking our bride-to-be. Then, if you want, you can fuck her with this, yourself . . . "
"Good God! It feels exactly like Elliot's prick!" Elana rocked back and forth on it for a moment, then kissed the dark patch under her face. "Yes, give me a chance to come this way, then I'll fuck your lovely cunt with this marvelous thing, Francie. Wait and see how good I'll fuck you.. . . "
Once Elana had begun to work on Francie's twat again, Tere started fucking her sister-in-law with long, smooth strokes. She gave the woman as much cock as she could possibly take, feeding it to her an inch at a time, stopping only when the mouth of her womb refused to accept any more. It was fat and rubbery, and felt larger than any cock had outside her own cunt. Tere wondered how big it felt on the inside. According to Elana, if felt wonderful.
Elana sobbed into the sopping pussy against her lips, her body a mindless puppet as Tere fucked it with the artificial penis. It didn't feel phony in her, though. It filled her completely and forced her cunt to open to its limits. She speared Francie's hole and let the orgasm overwhelm her, giving it a chance to move her body any way the spasm encouraged it to move. That Francie was coming at the same time was an added thrill . . . Elana just wished the rubber thing in her could shoot buckets of hot sperm into her womb . . .
When Elana was able to open her eyes again she found she was grasping the toy banana in her fist. She looked at it, marveling at its size and texture. She held still while Tere put it between her legs, this time the shaft facing outwards like an erect cock.
Francie was still in the same position, on her back on the couch, her legs spread, her adorable cunt open and waiting.
Elana struggled to her knees, the strange-feeling tool between her thighs. She felt an odd sense of power as she prepared to direct the toy cock into Francie's creamy slit. Moving slowly, more curious than aroused, Elana slowly began to push the rubber shaft up Francie's pussy.
"That feels just like a prick!" Francie hissed as the shaft disappeared up her fragile-appearing hole. "Just like a big prick! Oh, Elana, you're fucking me! You're actually fucking me! Pull it almost all the way out. That's right, all the way, almost. That's good. Stop right there . . . That's perfect. Now push it back in me . . . no . . . no . . . more slowly . . . That's it! Yes! Just like that! God! Now do it again! All the way out, almost. Now in! A little less slowly. . . " Francie's hand flew to her breasts. She began to tug of the nipples as she spoke. ". . . Out again . . . No in. Harder! Faster! Yes, that's it . . . Out . . . in . . . out . . . Now start moving it much faster, like it was your cock and you were hot to blow your nuts in me . . . Just keep fucking me, fuck me . . . Don't worry about hurting me with that big thing . . . I love it.. . "
About that time the twins drifted into the room, curious about the sounds. Carol came right after them. Obviously the three of them had been off saying goodbye also. Carol wore a robe, obviously with nothing under it. The twins wore bikini panties and no bras, their perfect breasts perky and hard-nippled.
Elana ignored them as she concentrated on working the rubber dick in and out of Francie perfectly.
"Yes . . . That's so fine . . . so fine . . . Keep doing that and I'll come again . . . I know I'll come again if you keep doing what your doing to me . . .
Moving her hips a bit faster, Elana wished she were contortionist enough to double over and lick Francie's clit while she fucked her hole. She increased the tempo of her beating hips a little more.
"Oh! That's it! Keep doing that! Oh, no! No! No! Stop! Ah! I'm going to . . . going to . . . Yes! Ah . . . ye . . . s . . . "
Elana kept the prick buried into Francie's twat while the girl came, wishing she could be pumping a hot load into the girl. She thought she understood better now how a man must feel. It had been a wonderful session. The only thing wrong with it was that now she was hot still another time . . . Fifteen minutes earlier she could have sworn she couldn't possibly be ready for more sex for hours, and now she was all set to go again . . .
The men came in unannounced. They shut the door quietly, took a good look at the little scene before their eyes, and began to laugh.
The girls all turned at the sound of the laughter, and soon they were joining in, laughing so hard it would soon have to hurt.
"We were only saying goodbye," Tere finally managed to blurt out. "Just a simple goodbye."
"Now that's a coincidence," Elliot grinned. "We were just talking about friendly goodbyes ourselves. And we have a fun way planned. But-first how about a little lunch? We need our strength!"
The females threw together a quick meal. Everyone ate the sandwiches eagerly, bolted down three bags of potato chips, drank a lot of beer, then wandered off to relax for a short siesta.
"Nice to have had you all here, "Elliot stated, once they were all back in the large living room again. "Nicer than I ever expected it to be, even in my wildest dreams.'
The others all laughed.
"As some of you know, we have come up with a fairly good way to say goodbye, a difficult thing to do after this weekend, admittedly."
He looked at his family. "I propose that we step to the middle of the room, one at a time, and say a special goodbye to everyone present. Again, one at a time. You may feel up to nothing more than a kiss-anywhere you choose-or you might want to cover them with come. It's up to you." He walked over to the center of the room. "Shall I be first?"
Everyone else was all for it.
Elliot nodded. "I guess I'll start with Nedra." He waited until she came up to him. "Take off your panties, honey."
She did.
"Spread your legs."
She opened them slowly, staring at his limp penis. He had been the first man naked, but the others were catching up fast.
Elliot took his finger and slowly angled it into the little cunt. He kissed her deeply at the same time. The kiss lasted, and the finger-fucking became more serious. But eventually Elliot broke the kiss and removed his wet finger. "Goodbye, angel," he said softly.
After Nedra had returned to her place, he called on Scott. "It'll be a long time before I'll ever get my cock sucked like the way you sucked it, so how about eating it again, just for a few minutes." He held his waggily whanger towards Scott.
Scott looked at his brother, then dropped to his knees and took the prick into his mouth. He was self-conscious at first, but soon forgot his audience as the feel of hardening cock got to him. He was sucking with real passion by the time Elliot sent him back to his place.
Next came Carol. Elliot got real pleasure out of making Carol suck him right after her husband had. She surprised him by doing a really good job on his dick. He watched it grow fully in her slim mouth, and was really sorry to end the act.
After Carol Tere was in the center of the room, and Elliot had her down on the floor on her stomach. He wet her anus with his own spit, tonguing her long enough to get it good and wet. Then, moving slowly and lovingly, he wedged his entire large prick fully into his sister's asshole. She took it silently, although obviously entry was not painless. Once there, Elliot moved around a little, fucking her with light, considerate strokes. He removed his meat from her hole sadly, as if reluctant to move on to the next person. The other twin, Norma, took her turn with submissive modesty.
"Put it in your mouth, Norma. Just hold it there. Don't move at all." She got to her knees and took Elliot's prick in her mouth, trying to fit herself around him as tightly as Tere's asshole had.
Then Elliot pulled it out, lifted the girl, and kissed her deeply.
Mike grinned at his brother as he took his turn. "What are we supposed to do to each other?" he kidded. "How about a good old American hand-shake?"
Elliot laughed. "Close enough. How about shaking this goodbye?" He thrust his hard prick at his brother. "Go on Mike, squeeze it a little. It won't bite. It's no different than playing with your own cock, and don't tell me you never have!" He glanced over at his smiling sister. "Tere's right, you know. "We really are a pair of up-tight mother-fuckers." With that, he reached out for Mike's limp prick and fondled it. Mike followed suit, and the two of them stood there for a moment, playing with each other. When Elliot removed his hand, Mike's cock was already half erect.
Kevin was next, and secretly Elliot wondered how much of his request was a belated dose of jealousy for Kevin having two steady bedmates. "Give my cock one little kiss goodbye, Kev. Just a quick one."
Elliot waited for some negative reaction, and was a little surprised at getting none. Kevin shrugged, grinned foolishly, and bent down. He brought his lips to his brother's large dick slowly, then kissed the glistening knob. Then he stood up and took his brother in his arms in a comradely way. "Goodbye, brother. Hell of a fine weekend you throw."
Francie took his place; Francie he simply pulled down to the rug, and began kissing. His hands fondled her all over, touching her tits, filling her hole, tickling her anus. When he stopped kissing her his cock looked as if it might go off by itself.
He held his hand out to his wife. He led her to the couch, pushed her back, spread her legs, and proceeded to fuck her hard. It took only a moment for his load to spurt into her cunt. Then they held each other. "To you I say hello, baby."
"Hello." Elana smiled, more content than ever in her life.
Elana took her turn next. Her goodbye's were simple. She tongued each of the girls, then had each of the men lick her pussy for a bit. After each person finished she kissed them sadly. She kept Kevin for last, and they went together to the couch to fuck. He slid in right on top of Elliot's come. She was overflowing with sperm by the time he had finished with her. On impulse, Tere came over to Elana and lapped all the cream from her cunt like a large and hungry tiger kitten, although she'd already had her turn.
Carol was in the center next. She called for and got the rubber cock. She used it to fuck each of the twins in turn. After finishing with them, she was so hot she was trembling. She motioned for Francie next.
The woman got on her back on the floor and had Francie straddle her face, then put her mouth to Carol's cunt. They sixty-nined as if they had all the time in the world, and no audience. After Carol came, she sent Francie back to her place and let Elliot step forward.
She looked up at her brother-in-law. "Get on the floor on your back." She waited until he was in position, then sat down on his face, her ass rather than her cunt against his parting lips. She groaned as he worked his hot tongue in and out of her asshole. Before long she was groaning and burying her face in his balls, kissing them as the tongue up her ass got her hotter and hotter.
Kevin was next, and she had him lick her pussy, then suck her nipples. Flushed and eager for more, she motioned to Mike. She had him sit in a chair with her on his lap. Ignoring the cock which hardened against her thigh, Carol had Mike finger her pussy for long moments.
Carol could hardly stand after that. She waited for Elana impatiently, and pushed her down on the rug. Then she climbed on top of her sister-in-law, rubbing her pussy against Elana's until the steady friction of their clitoris' triggered another orgasm in Carol.
It took her a few minutes to go on. Tere was next, and Carol began to lovingly lick her cunt. She sucked it carefully, taking care to excite but not to relieve. Then she plunged her tongue deeply into the girl's asshole, removed it, and kissed Tere's parted lips.
The only one left was Carol's husband, Scott. She looked at him, a little smile playing on her lips.
He stood in front of her, eager to do whatever she wanted.
"Bend over. No, your back to me. That's it." Carol appraised his bent-at-the-waist position.
"A little more. That's right. Now put your hands on the back of the chair. Don't move." She took the rubber cock that smelled of pussy and began to tongue it, glazing it with her saliva. Her eyes remained on her husband's exposed asshole as she prepared the shaft and placed it properly between her thighs.
Scott cried out as the artificial penis was plunged up his asshole. But he kept his ground as ordered. When it was all the way in he groaned, then bit down on his lip while his wife began to fuck him.
"That feels so good, Scott.. . We're going to get one of these lovely toys and I'm going to fuck you all, the time with it.. . It feels so nice.. . "
Scott gradually adjusted to the rubber prick up his ass. His expression changed, and his cock got hard. Without even realizing it, he began to move against the rubber shaft, backing into it, grinding against it, taking all of it deeply up his ass. A small moan came from between his clenched teeth.
Carol felt the change in her husband. She reached around and took his stiff prick in her hand, pumping it hard. In seconds it was over. Scott was crying out and riding the toy cock like a woman, and his prick was shooting thick white cream all over his wife's hand.
After the couple got out of the circle, Tere took over. She asked each of her brother's to fuck her. Scott was unable to get his cock hard enough, so Tere settled for a hot sixty-nine, hoping then she could get him to sink his prick into her. But it remained soft.
Mike fucked her gently, and Elliot savagely. Kevin did it for a long time, a strange look on his face, as if he still could not believe that he was actually having sex with his very own sister.
Afterwards, Tere made Carol eat her out, secretly enjoying the knowledge that the woman was tasting her three brothers while she ate her. Elana she simply sat on her lap and kissed while they fingered each other. Then she ate Francie out, sucking the adorable younger girl thoroughly.
The twins she dry fucked, one at a time, and she had a final orgasm with her cunt pressed tightly against Nedra's.
Scott was next. He grinned shyly and went about his goodbye in an orderly and planned fashion.
He got on his knees before his youngest brother Mike, and sucked his limp prick. By the time he got up, the boy's cock was reasonably hard, a tribute to Scott's sucking.
Kevin he wanted to beat off. He got to his knees while Kevin sat on the couch. His fingers were knowing as they tugged the hot flesh, but it wasn't until one of the twins had moved close enough to Kevin so that he could play with her twat that he actually came off in Scott's busy hand. Scott ducked his head immediately and began to lap up the precious sperm.
Elliot looked uncomfortable as Scott turned him over and spread the cheeks of his ass. He looked more horrified a moment later when Scott spit on his asshole and brought his now rigid prick to the little opening. But he couldn't very well protest or stop his brother, not without destroying all the weekend had accomplished. He grasped the couch tightly as he prepared for his first fucking.
But Scott only wanted to press the head of his dick into the tight hole. Even that hurt, but Elliot accepted the slighter pain gratefully. He waited patiently until Scott had all he wanted of his asshole.
Then Scott made the twins sit on his face, and asked his sister to lick his balls and asshole. At this time his dick was still stiff although tired, so he made Elana suck him very gently. Francie he finger-fucked, spending an unusually long time penetrating her asshole with his thumb. She was rubbing her butt by the time he let her go. Then he called Carol. He led her to the couch and proceeded to lick every inch of his wife's body. When they returned to the sidelines Carol looked hot again and Scott's prick twitched with new and frustrated desire.
The twins elected to take their turn together, as they did everything together. First they sixty-nined each other, just to set the mood. Then they asked Kevin to join them.
"Kevin, you've been fucking us in the mouth with that big thing of yours every single day. Now we're going to show you how it feels." Nedra took the much used rubber cock and held it properly between her thighs. "Get on your knees and suck this cock while Norma sucks yours."
Looking as if he felt a little silly, Kevin did as he was told. But once he had the rubber prick in his mouth it ceased to look or feel artificial. The mingled sexual odors and tastes aided the illusion that he was sucking on the real thing, but the knowledge that it was only a fake kept the act from being too threatening to his masculine ego. Besides, the sucking Norma was giving him was more than enough to excite him. Soon Elliot was sucking the rubber cock as if it were real and he was hoping for a mouthful of come.
The twins seemed to lose some enthusiasm for the game after that, and simply asked each of the others to kiss their twats. When they had run through everyone, they moved back to their places on the sidelines, holding hands like little girls.
After that everyone elected to take time out for a drink and a small rest. They hugged and kissed each other fondly during that intermission, telling small jokes about the various goodbyes. Mike and Francie took a lot of kidding about their upcoming marriage, then wandered off into the next room to make plans.
"Hey, how about my turn?" Kevin asked. He looked at his watch. "It's getting late, and I've got a few goodbye's of my own to give."
Someone got Mike and Francie back in the room. They were more than glad to return, and they still had their turns awaiting them.
Kevin looked around, then gestured to his twins. "Might as well get something out of the way I've been wanting to do for some time now." He sat down on the middle of the couch and called Nedra over. "Climb over my lap, baby, I'm going to spank you goodbye!" He grinned at her. "You happen to be one dolly who could use a good paddling. But since I'm crazy about you, I am going to let Norma eat your pussy while I have the great fun of whacking that hot little ass of yours."
Helplessly, Nedra let him pull her down over his knees. She waited nervously as Kevin arranged her in a way that Norma could sit under her. As soon as she felt Norma's tongue on her clit, she relaxed. She was so loose and relaxed by the time the first blow hit her she hardly knew what was happening.
"Ow!" But the hand crashed down on her pretty rump again, leaving an ugly red marks the size of a palm. "Ow!" But even while she was protesting, the tongue was still doing things sweetly to her cunt,'so she was stretched taut between pain and pleasure. It was an odd, but not unpleasant sensation.
When he'd had enough of that, he sent the girls away. Nedra was tenderly rubbing her very red bottom as she threw him a kiss.
He called Elana next, smiling warmly at his favorite sister-in-law. He really liked her vaguely Oriental beauty, and the thought of the subservient attitude of her long dead female ancestors excited him. "Give me a trip around the world, baby. Lick every inch of me. Do it nicely, as if you love doing it for me. Start at my toes and work up."
Elana felt a thrill at being asked to serve her handsome brother-in-law in this way. She got to her knees on the floor and stared at his masculine legs. His thickening cock dangled up above her, along with his hairy balls. Eagerly she began her task.
Kevin enjoyed the feel of her wet pink tongue on his toes and between them. He felt her slip upwards over his instep and ankle. It seemed to take her a long time until she reached his thighs, and the lower part of his body was tingling from the licking she had given it.
When she neared his thighs, Elana moved around him and resumed her licking on his firm masculine buttocks. She licked them passionately, but not nearly as passionately as when she finally pried her face between the slim cheeks and reached his asshole with her tongue.
Kevin took as much of that as he could, urging her on to his back and belly, his shoulders, his sweating armpits which she eagerly lapped, and finally to his lips, his ears and the base of his neck. Then her wonderful mouth moved down over his flat chest, briefly sucking each small nipple. Then her tongue was indenting his belly button and slashing through the jungle of his golden pubic hairs. By this time Kevin's prick was massively erect. He groaned as her mouth finally moved on it, sucking as much of it into her throat as she could.
Kevin forced himself to break the contact and send her away just before it would be too late.
Deliberately, he chose his brother Elliot next. "Suck it, Elliot." His voice offered a challenge, yet it was warm and loving.
Somehow Elliot felt Kevin really needed the security of knowing that Elliot would even suck him, if that's what he really needed. Fighting back the desire to argue his way out of it, Elliot sank to his knees before his handsome brother and forced himself to open his mouth and throat to Kevin's huge cock. He was given no chance to adjust to the strangeness of sucking cock . . . Kevin was spasming in his mouth from the second his lips closed over the thick shaft.
Kevin held his brother's head tightly, forcing him to swallow every last drop. Then Kevin helped Elliot up, turned him over, dropped to his own knees and deposited a deep kiss to Elliot's asshole. By doing so, he released his brother from the subservient position in which the blow job might have thrown him.
He was too tired and tender to let anyone else touch his prick. Instead he lapped Francie, fingered Carol, rested his face in his sister's snatch while kissing and licking it, and had each of the brothers stand while he fondled their cocks for them.
Francie took the center next, a timid smile on her pretty face. "What I want . . . " she said slowly, still smiling sweetly, "really want, is to have everyone join me up here at the same time." She giggled like a child with a brand-new toy all her own. "I want to get down on the floor and have everyone do whatever they want to me, as many at a time as you can! Would that be okay?"
For answer, everyone approached the childlike girl at once. Only Mike hung back. He was too busy watching, and what he saw caused his cock to fill and distend.
Everyone seemed content to do something to whatever part of Francie they found themselves by, with no previous plan at all.
Scott was by her face, so he dropped his balls over her lips to be licked. Carol was near a plump breast, so she popped the nipple in her mouth and sucked on it, bumping heads with Elana, who was eagerly sucking the other tit.
Norma already had claimed Francie's pussy with her tongue, so Nedra settled for fingering her cunt. She didn't have much room to move around in her hole because another hand was up against Francie's asshole, intent on shoving a finger in there.
Francie was overwhelmed with sensation. Fingers were being jammed in her cunt and ass, someone was licking her pussy, her nipples were being bitten and sucked, she was licking a nice cock and balls, and in each hand a cock was being skinned back and forth. There was no way for her to assist in any of these acts, not even in beating off the warm pricks in her hands. She simply held still and did her best to be a perfect receptacle. She was loving every minute of it. . . .
People moved around, taking turns with various parts of the girl's body. Her mouth and cunt got the most use, as cocks and cunts were pushed against her lips, and tongues, pricks and even the rubber dick was more than once thrust up the girl. At one point she was forced to her side and someone fucked her ass very hard. Through it all, Francie came and came.. . .
Finally, regretfully, Mike put a stop to it. He was beginning to worry that his bride to be was likely to fuck herself to death before she. realized what she was doing.
He looked down at her. She was covered with sperm and pussy juice, and every muscle in her body was obviously aching, yet she was still twisting and moaning on the rug. "Don't . . . don't stop them now, darling . . . I'm about to come one more time.. . . Let me come one last time, Mike. Stick that prick in me, that wonderful big prick of yours . . . I'll come if only you'll stick that cock of yours up me.. . . "
But Mike was intent on saving his for his turn next. He was so worn out from all the fucking and sucking he'd done and had done to him that he could hardly move. Yet he wanted to save what little energy he had left to his own special farewell. He looked around at the limp, happy others. Elliot, he saw, was the only one with a hard-on. He motioned for his brother to come over.
"I think if you just shove that cock of yours up Francie's slit and hold still she'll come once or twice. Then she needs a long vacation!" He laughed and urged Elliot to his bride's cunt.
They all watched while Elliot slid easily into the stretched out vagina. She lifted her legs like a robot, pointing them towards the ceiling the entire time.
"Yes . . . that's so nice . . . go ahead, shove that prick of yours into me . . . shove it all the way in . . . oh, God, I'm coming again! No! No, don't move it! I'm coming again! Uhh . . . ahhh.. . ! " She spasmed hard and gripped Elliot's shoulder. Even before she was completely recovered from that orgasm, she launched into another one.
Before she had a chance to let herself go another time, Mike pulled his brother off her and kissed her hard on the mouth.
"Everyone must be as tired as I am, by now," Mike announced, grinning. "At least. So this shouldn't be too hard on anyone." His grin increased. "All my life I've had one sexual fantasy I never thought I'd fructify, and I get the idea if I'll ever have the chance, this must be the time. Francie's mass fuck reminded me of it." He kissed her again.
"What I really would like, more than anything, is to have every single one of you lick me all over. I used to beat off when I was a kid thinking of a hundred tongues on me at once, licking every inch of me. Like Elana did to Kevin before, only not just by one person. We don't have a hundred here . . . " He laughed. "But I think the enthusiasm more than makes up for the difference in the numbers."
He walked to the middle of the room and stood there, his legs parted, a big grin on his handsome face. "Like they say in the movies, I'm all yours."
Before anyone could move, Francie got to her knees and started licking Miker's cock and balls. He laughed and held her off. "You greedy little thing. Oh, what a honeymoon we're going to have! I only wish you all could come on it with us!" He stroked her chin. "The idea of this, my love, is that the very last thing that's licked is the cock. If it's done right, I should be coming at the first lick nearing my cock."
Francie nodded, wriggled over until she was by his side, and inventively began to suck his fingers. The unexpected move excited Mike.
Then the others moved in, as they had for Francie. Carol began to suck a flat nipple and Elliot claimed the other one. Scott ran his tongue up, over and between the cheeks of Mike's ass while Norma started licking one foot and leg. Nedra took the other one for herself. Elana concentrated on Mike's mouth and ears, forcing her tongue between his lips and sucking the lobes of his ears. Francie continued working on his hands and arms and Kevin used his tongue on his brother's belly.
Mike was in heaven. He accepted the tongue in his mouth passively, loving it, but wanting it to do all the work of exciting him. He felt them move over him like animals, changing positions, giving up one area of flesh in order to claim another. He soon lost track of who was doing what, and everything merged into one, wonderful world of absolute sensation. Through it all his dick continued to harden without being touched. It filled slowly, as if knowing it had all the time in the universe to get hard, and that no demands whatsoever would be put upon it.
The tongue in his ass was at one minute flat as a board, the next pointed and delicate. He kept his eyes closed and tried to guess the girls whose tongue he tasted as one after the other of them took a turn at his mouth. When one of his brothers ended up passionately kissing him and thrusting a hot tongue down his throat, he knew the difference more by the tell-tale stubble as their chins scraped than by any disagreeable sensation. He accepted Elliot's hot kiss in the same way he accepted Elana's, or Scott's, when he, too, began kissing his lips and running his tongue into his mouth. Sexual differences had lost all meaning for him.. . .The only thing' that had any meaning at all was the warmth of the bodies and the sweetness of the tongues. And, most of all, the stiffness of his prick and the way his balls ached for release.
Francie was at his mouth now, and Carol was kissing her cheek and the corners of her mouth as she kissed him. Mike didn't know how much longer he could take it. His legs were watery and his penis was beginning to pound, threatening to come whether it was touched or not.
Still he wanted it to last. He settled for taking it in as many steps as he could. "Someone . . . lick my . . . balls . . . " he managed finally.
At once heads were fighting each other for the privilege. Finally a tongue was there, lapping furiously at his hanging balls, and all at once it was impossible to hold off any longer. The best he could do was grab his cock and point it in the direction of his own body.. . .
Even as he was coming he was aware of the rush of tongues on him, scrambling to lap up what they could of his hot come. Then there was a victorious mouth on his cock, sucking insistently, claiming the last droplets of come for its own.. . . He felt somehow pleased that the mouth belonged to one of his brothers rather than one of the girls. It somehow tied him to his family more than he'd ever thought possible. He reached out and stroked Elliot's head while his cock softened in his brother's still sucking mouth. He would be sure to return the favor to
Elliot one day.. . .Then he fell to the rug and stayed there, too exhausted to move.
The gentle snoring tapered off as everyone finished the impromptu nap on the rug. Slowly they began to sit up.
"God, it's dark out already!" Carol sighed. "I thought we'd be home by now." She got to her feet and went in search of her clothing.
Rising reluctantly, everyone began to get to their feet, get into their clothing, and begin to get organized. The women made sandwiches which were eaten as they packed. No one had much to say, but the sadness of leaving was farewell tribute enough.
Finally the cars were all packed and ready, the food was all eaten, and everyone was ready to go.
Elana and Elliot, dressed in robes, walked them to the door, kissed each one as they left, and stood in the doorway while motors were revved and the darkening sky above grew sinister with angry clouds which threatened an unseasonable rainstorm.
As the last car drove off, Elana turned to her husband and hugged him.
He returned the embrace, watching Kevin's expensive car maneuver deftly around a large rock in the driveway. It had not gone the way he'd ever dreamed it would, but in some odd way he felt closer to his family than he'd ever felt. He lifted his hand in an unseen wave, then ushered his wife back inside. The night air was chilling rapidly.
"My God!" Elana stopped short where she was, turning back towards the last hint of red tail lights. "I almost forgot! That property! The land deal! The reason for everyone coming! You forgot all about settling that!"
Elliot laughed. "That's all taken care of, darling. This morning the boys kicked it around. We decided to keep the place jointly as a summer home for all of us and any kids we might ever have." He looked thoughtfully at the still opened door. "We got to thinking . . . it will make a fine place for our next family reunion.. . . "
