Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies--wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to suppress our desires and fantasies or to bring them out in the open and act on them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In this story the characters have decided not to repress their sexual desires and fantasies--and for some of them they must suffer the consequences, while others find ultimate happiness.
TURNING ON THE FAMILY--a story that deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts us all in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on the solutions of others. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Boy, am I horny!"
Mike Bell, the bartender at the Wharf Rat Lounge, grinned as he said that, and Sherry, the buxom barmaid, gave him a look and a giggle.
There were no customers in the place, which was a bit of a dump. Mike was polishing beer glasses on his sleeve and Sherry had her big tits laid on the bar.
"How come?" she inquired, big-eyed.
"Aw, I got up late this morning and didn't have time to fuck my wife," he complained. "She'll probably be grumpy about it, 'cause she-likes a bit of prick every morning-and, like I said, I got an all-day boner."
Sherry was surreptitiously eyeing the front of his pants and, sure enough, there was a lump of sizable and interesting proportions swelling in his groin.
"Say, kiddo-I don't suppose you'd imagine a fuck on the beer crates in back, huh?" Mike asked.
"Naw, I never fuck on the job," she said. "It ain't good policy to fuck guys you work with."
Mike looked disheartened and Sherry, who was a kind girl at heart and whose heart was well padded by that set of gigantic tits, took pity on him.
She gave him a slow, speculative look.
He was tall and lean and not bad looking--and there was the matter of that well-hung crotch, as well.
"Well, you can't have me, but-" she hesitated as his ears pricked up"-but I guess I could toss you off if it would make you feel better."
"Yeah! That'd be swell, honey!" he enthused.
She tossed her head, auburn tresses tumbling about, and headed toward the back. Mike trailed along on the other side of the bar and they went into the small storage room together. It was only a place where the crates were stored and hardly the site for a romantic tryst, but, what the hell, a hand job was a hand job and a hell of a lot better than hauling his hard-on around all day.
Sherry sat on the stack of beer crates.
"Well, get it out," she said.
Actually, the barmaid was rather looking forward to giving Mike a frigging, and she wanted to get on with it so they could finish before any customers came in and they had to abort the meaty mission.
Grunting, Mike opened his fly and reached in to pull his prick out. It was long and thick and heavy-headed, and Sherry's eyes gleamed saucily at the sight.
As a sort of second thought, he dipped in again and drew his balls out, too.
They were bloated so big they seemed like melons.
"Ooooh! You do need to get your rocks off, don't you?" she squealed, seeing how full his balls were.
"Damn right!"
She was unbuttoning the white blouse she wore to serve tables, and Mike gaped as her massive tits emerged, the heavy globes spilling from her bra.
If she was going to undress, maybe he might get more than a frigging, after all, he thought.
But she disabused him of that idea, nipping his hopes off in the bud.
"Don't get any ideas, Buddy," she said. "I just don't wanna get spunk on my blouse."
Mike shrugged. He wasn't about to look a gift hand in the mouth.
Sherry shrugged her blouse back onto her shoulders and removed her bra. It fell away, the cups retaining the round shape of her tits, and those big mounds swayed out unrestrained, the tips swollen and taut.
She held a hand out, palm up.
Mike stepped up and placed his prick in her palm. She jiggled it up and down and nodded approvingly when she felt how hard and heavy it was.
"Nice hunk," she complimented him.
She would have rather liked to linger over the foreplay and enjoy it for a while, but she knew that a customer might arrive at any moment and figured it was better to get on with the juicy job.
She cupped his cumbags in her left hand and folded her right fist around his cockshaft. He pulsed his sinew, making his prick throb in her hand, and she grinned. Handling his horny cock was no hardship at all for Sherry, who had always been a bit of a cockeyed tramp.
She skimmed her hand loosely up and down, just brushing his cock for a few strokes. Then her grip tightened and she began to pull him vigorously.
He humped, fucking through her fist, his balls swinging heavily under his prick.
As he pulled up his cock, his foreskin rolled over the ledge of his looming cock-knob, and as she pushed down toward his balls, she skinned the purple slab out naked.
His cock got smoking hot under the steady friction of her experienced fist. The fat ventral vein was snaking in her palm and his prick was spreading her circling fingers out so wide she could barely span it.
Mike's face was twisted into a mask of lust, eyes narrowed to slits, lips squared back from the solid white oblongs of his teeth, jaw muscles clenched.
He threw his head and shoulders back and thrust his hips out, bowing his body back. He rose onto his toes, then dropped back on his Heels as he humped.
Sherry was gazing fondly at the head of his cock as it slid out of her fist, gliding over the web that connected her thumb and forefinger.
The woman's eyes were crossing as she turned them both in on that bulging slab, and her tongue was running back and forth across her mouth.
Maybe Sherry was regretting the fact that she never made it with guys she worked with--because she sure as shit had a cock-hungry look in her eyes.
She might even have changed her policy, if the hand-job had lasted a bit longer. But then his prick was thundering and Mike was surging to the peak.
"Don't stop! It's cummin!" he gasped.
Her hand flew up and down like lightning. The heel of her fist bumped his balls, then she jacked back up as far as his flaring crown.
Mike howled like a brute as his ball-load exploded.
Sherry gave a whimper when she felt his thick prick swell and knew that his hot joy-juice was rushing up through the hollow core of his cock.
Then the viscous stuff was spurting from his pisshole in gooey wads and creamy torrents.
A jet of jizz flew over her shoulder and another skimmed up her forearm. Sherry arched her back and shoved her big tits out and frigged another cascade of cum onto the fat globes. Cum soaked into her cleavage, and slimy strings dribbled from her swollen nipples.
Mike squirted out plenty of spunk, cumming lavishly, but it was over quickly. His balls had been getting fuller all during the course of the day, and now, under the build-up of pressure and intensity, it all came out fast and furiously.
A final squirt sprayed her tits, and Mike gave a strangled cry and staggered back. His prick, all slippery now, pulled through her palm and snapped free. He stumbled back. His balls were hanging loose and slack and deflated, and his fat prick was swaying up and down like a divining rod, the cock-knob dripping with his dregs.
Then his prick lost tension and drooped down, turning rubbery and limp. But it was still an impressive sight as it looped out in a meaty coil.
He gazed at Sherry through glassy eyes. She was smiling happily, pleased by a job well done. Her lovely tits were all frosted with fuck-juice, like icing on a pound cake. "Thanks, kiddo," he rasped. "No problem," she replied with a saucy wink. She began to rub her tits, working his slime into the meaty mounds and nipples. "Errrr-that's one I own you," he said. She shrugged noncommittally. "I mean-if you want me to finger-fuck you or eat you out, just say so," he added.
She seemed to consider for an instant, hesitating, her head slightly cocked to one side as if she were listening to the demands of her loins, pondering whether her pussy needed to be played with or eaten.
"Not on the job," she said, but there was a certain lack of conviction in her voice.
Mike guessed that with very little persuasion he could get those meaty thighs spread and sink his tongue-at least-up her juicy cunt.
But then they heard a couple of beer-drinkers come in, calling for service.
Mike tucked his prick away and zipped it in, then went out to take care of a different sort of business. Sherry stayed seated on the beer crates for a few moments. On a whim, she licked her hand, getting just a hint of how scrumptious his spunk was.
She looked wistful.
It was a damned shame about her principles.
Mike soon had another hard-on.
Thinking about how her enormous tits had looked all coated with cum was inspiring renewed lust in the virile bartender.
But a steady stream of beer swillers continued to come into the tavern, and Mike didn't have a chance to coax Sherry into the back room again. He was keeping an eye on the clock, impatient for his shift to end.
Sherry didn't fuck on the job, he was reckoning-but that didn't mean that she wouldn't put out for him if he drove her home after work.
He was seriously considering it.
Mike had a gorgeous and voluptuous wife of his own, much more desirable than the barmaid, in fact. But he could fuck Belinda any old time he wanted to, and naturally the prospect of getting a bit on the side intrigued him.
He wasn't sure if Sherry had a boyfriend or not, but he didn't figure that she was the sort of woman who would be faithful to one man, and he knew that she wasn't living with a guy because she had mentioned that she shared an apartment with her bachelor brother. He decided it was worth a try.
When it was nearing time for his shift behind the bar to end, he telephoned home.
When Belinda answered, he told her that a private party was being held in the Wharf Rat and that he would have to work overtime that evening.
She didn't seem at all suspicious.
And so the stage was set for a seduction. But it didn't turn out at all the way that Mike Bell was planning it.
CHAPTER TWO
Belinda Bell had taken the phone call in the hallway. She was striking, with high tits and a well-packed ass and long, long legs. She had a mane of raven-dark hair and a wide, sensual slash of a mouth.
A cock-sucker's mouth, Mike called it.
And she took that as a compliment sinceal--though Mike didn't know it-lots and lots of cocks had been known to fill that gorgeous mouth. If Mike had a nagging itch to cheat on his wife, his wife had the same sort of itch--but that promiscuous woman scratched it a lot more than her husband did.
Now, as she hung up the telephone, Belinda was thinking along those lines.
If Mike wouldn't be home until late, she might have a chance to get in some extramarital fucking. She stood beside the phone stand, thinking about it. The only problem was that the kids were home and she would have to give them some plausible excuse for going out in the evening.
Then half of her problem was solved.
Merry Bell, her lovely teenaged daughter, came down the stairs with an overnight bag. Merry was a sexy, nubile young lady with a bouncy young body, high, thrusting tits and a pelvis like a fucking platform.
Belinda wondered if the girl was still cherry.
But she was only curious, not concerned. Belinda had started fucking at a tender age, and saw no reason why her little girl should not follow suit.
It was, after all, a family trait.
Merry was dressed modestly, in a baggy it sweater and slacks that weren't too tight, but even in that mundane clothing her physical charms were evident.
"I'm going over to Linda's house to study, Mom. We got a big exam coming up. We might hit the books late, so is it okay if I stay overnight?" Merry asked.
Belinda pretended to think about it, but secretly she was delighted.
"Of course, dear," she agreed. "Have a good time and don't stay up too late."
Merry grinned and left the house.
Now there was only her son Jake to worry about. Belinda supposed that the innocent boy would believe any reason she gave him why she had to go out for a few hours, but she had to think of something halfway logical.
She went into the living room and sat down.
Jake, a tall and handsome boy, was watching the television as his mother gazed at him speculatively. As with her little girl, she wondered if her son had ever been laid.
She knew the boy was hung like a horse, having seen him in the shower. He had luckily inherited his daddy's gigantic prick, she figured.
If, in fact, Mike was his daddy.
That wasn't certain, but probable
After a few minutes, Belinda realized that there was a swelling in the front of her son's tight jeans. She grinned impishly. The program on television was inane, and she wondered what the youth was thinking about to inspire his prick to get stiff.
He glanced in her direction and Belinda dropped her eyes, pretending that she was unaware of his attention. She arched her back sinuously so that her big tits thrust out tantalizingly in her silk blouse.
Her big, stiff nipples were standing out in twin peaks, branding the sleek material, and she knew that Jake was eyeing her tits. It thrilled her.
Getting turned on, Belinda casually drew one knee up, placing her foot in the seat of her chair, so that her son could get a look up under her skirt.
She always loved to be admired and lusted for, and having her own teenaged son gazing so raptly at her curvaceous body was exciting her enormously.
She managed to twist so that the hem of her skirt rose high up her thighs. She was wearing sexy bikini panties, and she knew that Jake could get a glimpse of the crotch band. As his eyes burned into her with a visual caress, she could feel that crotch band get creamy, her cunt-slot spilling out lavish juice and her clit swelling.
Jake gaped at her and she watched him secretly through lowered lashes.
Then, blushing slightly, the boy stood up. He jerked away, so that his mother wouldn't notice the bulge in his jeans, not aware that she already had-and that she was thrilled her son had a hard-on.
He left the room, walking awkwardly, his lean thighs bowed around his bloated balls.
Belinda felt sure that the horny teenager was going up to his room to jack off.
That was exciting, in itself.
But the idea that the boy would be thinking about her as he beat his meat was a wild thrill.
How she wished that she could see it!
But she knew that he would close his bedroom door and she couldn't see his bed through the keyhole-she had already tried that-and it would be too embarrassing to boldly walk into his room unannounced.
But then she figured that if she couldn't play the peeper on the boy, she could at least let him get a better look at her when he came down again.
Exhibitionism and voyeurism go hand in hand.
Belinda dearly loved to flaunt her charms and flash her body to any interested guy-or girl, for that matter-and now she was really keen to display herself for her son.
She had forgotten all about her plan to go out and find some spare prick that night.
She might have more fun at home.
Her husband wouldn't be home until late and her daughter was away for the night and this was an opportunity too good to be passed up.
The thought was as good as the deed.
Belinda raised her skirt and squirmed out of her sodden bikini panties. Then she went over to the couch and sprawled out, arranging herself so that her crotch was toward the door and her thighs were parted and her skirt was pulled up high enough so that her pussy could be seen.
She half closed her eyes, feigning slumber.
She had heavy, silken eyelashes that could effectively shield her eyes, making them appear to be closed, but still allowing her to look through the mesh.
She wanted to see her son when he saw her.
To her credit, Belinda wasn't planning on actually doing anything incestuous. She was only looking forward to giving the boy a flash and a chance to enjoy it for a while as she made believe that she was sleeping.
She would never seduce her own son.
Would she?
* * *
Jake Bell hauled his hard-on up to his room, closed the door and flopped down on his bed.
His hard-on had started to grow earlier. He had seen his sister's name scribbled on a bathroom wall the day before, and it had both shocked him and turned him on.
Merry Bell blows, is what it had stated.
Jake didn't know if it was just gossip or if it happened to be true-but he sure hoped it was true. He loved to fantasize about his sibling with a mouthful of cock.
So he had had half a hard-on to begin with, and then his voluptuous mother had come in and sprawled out, not realizing-he thought-that she was giving him a glimpse of her bikini-clad groin. That sight made his cock beat like a drum, and he just had to relieve himself.
He lay on his back and opened his jeans, hauling his horny cock out. The teenager was potent with his youth and well-practiced in the art of milking his own prick, as well, and when he wrapped his fist around the rampaging cock and began to stroke, he shot his wad off immediately.
His jizz almost hit the ceiling.
He pounded away relentlessly and drained his balls. Those big bags deflated, but his cock stayed fat and firm. One hand-job was seldom enough to satisfy Jake, and especially not after he had been peering up his mom's skirt.
But it took the immediate pressure off.
It was too early to go to bed yet, and he decided not to whack off again until he had turned in. Then he would have the whole night to pump out the spunk at his leisure, loitering over his loins as long as he chose.
He mopped up the spillage with a tissue, then jammed his cock back into his jeans-which wasn't so easy, since it was still plenty stiff.
He checked in the mirror to make sure that his still-aroused cock was not too noticeable. It would sure be embarrassing if his mom were to detect it-especially if she guessed why it had swollen.
Satisfied that the erotic evidence was not too evident, he went back downstairs.
And got a real surprise.
Mom seemed to have fallen asleep watching the television, and Jake's eyes bulged out like hard-boiled eggs when he realized that she was no longer wearing any panties-and that he had a perfect view of her bushy pussy.
Her cunt was like a dark, tropical jungle spreading in a wide vee on her loins and, below that forest, a swampy waterfall was streaming.
Jake gulped and gasped.
Why had she taken her panties off?
Jeez! Had his sexy mother been playing with her pussy while he was playing with his prick?
It struck him like a thunderbolt.
He tiptoed closer, his fascinated eyes glued to her gooey cunt. He sat at the foot of the couch, being careful not to disturb or awaken her.
His nostrils flared, filling with the fragrance of her foaming fuck-hole. The boy inhaled that tantalizing pussy perfume longingly. His prick snapped to full attention, as big and hard as if he had not milked his cock off for a fucking month, under this incestuous inspiration.
Steadfastly feigning sleep, Belinda was gazing at him through hooded eyes, delighted by the way that desire was contorting his face and making the front of his jeans heave like a denim earthquake.
Jake wondered if she would wake up if he were to touch her cunt very, very gently.
His trembling hand began to creep toward her crotch.
Holy shit-he wants to feel me, she realized. He thinks I'm sound asleep and he wants to touch my cunt.
She knew that it was wrong and that she should nip this in the bud.
But horny Belinda was pretending to be asleep.
And she sure as hell wasn't going to pretend to suddenly wake up now.
CHAPTER THREE
Merry Bell had lied to her mother-not that her mother would have minded if the girl had told the truth. Merry wasn't going over to her girlfriend's house to study for an exam at all--she was going to the Old Long Inn, where she was hoping to get laid.
She had heard some of the older girls talking about the place, which was a hotel with a cocktail lounge attached, on the other side of town, and saying what a great place it was to pick up guys.
The lounge was pleasant, and being a hotel, the place had the added benefit and convenience of having readily available rooms once a pickup had been made.
Merry had never been there herself because she was too young to be served in the bar and, being local, had no reason to stop at a hotel.
But she had picked up plenty of guys and she was hopeful. A hotel room would be a lot more fun than the awkward confines of a car or the discomfort of a blanket on the ground, and the sexy girl was looking forward to a fling.
But first she had to prepare herself.
She had all the necessary gear in her overnight bag. For one thing she had to make herself up so that she looked old enough to sit at the bar, where most of the picking up was-likely to occur.
And, too, because she intended to be as naughty as possible, the teenager thought it would be a good idea to disguise herself, just in case anyone that she knew happened to see her in the place.
She walked down to the bus station near her home and went into the powder room. There she carefully applied heavy make up-scarlet lipstick, dark mascara and false eyelashes that made her look like a slut-which, at heart, the nubile young lady was.
She stripped off her baggy sweater and loose slacks. She was naked beneath, having seen no reason whatsoever to wear a bra or panties which, if all went well, she would soon have to remove, anyhow.
She took a slinky red dress out of her overnight bag and wriggled into it. It was cut low at the bodice, showing lots of plump tit and cleavage, and high at the hem, showing plenty of trim, shapely thigh.
She put on high heels and bangle earrings.
Then, as a capper, she took out the blonde wig she had recently shoplifted. Her own hair was dark and fairly short and the wig was long and curled in ringlets. When she had it on and checked in the mirror behind the sink, she hardly recognized herself.
She was satisfied that if anyone-one of her parents' friends, for example-were to see her, they would never make the connection between this painted blonde tart and the teenaged schoolgirl lurking under that disguise.
She twisted and squirmed around as she gazed at her reflection and smiled, satisfied that she was a very sexy piece of ass, indeed.
Now she was all set for a prick hunt.
She had intended to take the bus across town, but that idea had lost appeal. In her lurid war paint, it didn't seem right to ride a public conveyance.
She decided to splurge on a taxi instead. Leaving the powder room, she strolled through the station, gratified to see that she was drawing plenty of attention from horny bus travelers in the waiting room.
She swung her ass and hips provocatively, basking in the attention of strangers and getting in practice for how she would enter the cocktail lounge.
Then she went out to the taxi rank and got in the first cab in line.
The driver, a lean fellow with jug ears and close-cropped hair, turned to gawk at her.
She instructed him to take her to the Old Log Inn and settled back in the seat. The taxi moved off. Merry took the time to practice her posture some more.
She crossed her legs this way and that, figuring out how to show as much lovely leg as possible without being too obvious about it. If she did it just right, she might even manage to give a guy a flash of her naked cunt as she perched on a bar stool, she thought.
This was gonna be fun!
Even if, heaven forbid, she didn't get fucked, it would be a real kinky kick to play the flasher.
Then she suddenly realized that she was already doing exactly that.
She became aware that the taxi was veering around a bit and then she saw the reason. The driver had his eyes fixed on her in his rear view mirror.
His interest amused and excited her. He wasn't a good-looking guy, certainly no dish, but if a guy had the hots for Merry, it was always enough to turn her on.
She decided to give him a good show.
Pretending not to notice his attention, she parted her knees and made an open vee of her groin. She scratched at the inside of her thigh, moving higher and managing to casually shift her dress up high enough so that he could get a glimpse of her pussy.
She could hear him gulp and the taxi swerved around so alarmingly that Merry figured she had better stop teasing him before they had an accident.
Pulling her dress back down, she assumed a modest and sedate position during the remainder of the ride. The driver, disappointed, returned his gaze to the road and they got to the Old Log Inn without misadventure.
But the naughty girl was thinking naughty thoughts-and why should she waste money on cab fare?
The driver pulled into the parking lot and clicked the meter, turning to reach back for his fare.
Merry gave him a dazzling smile.
"Do you really want money?" she asked.
"Huh? What is this, lady?" he rasped.
It thrilled her when he called her lady, and she knew her disguise was working well.
"Wouldn't you rather have something else?" she whispered suggestively.
His eyes went wide and he peered suspiciously at her over the back of the seat. A cab driver with jug ears didn't get many offers like this one, evidently.
"like what?" he croaked.
Because she was so well disguised, Merry felt bolder than she normally would have. Wearing a mask, in effect, the girl had no inhibitions. It was as if someone else had borrowed her body for the night.
"How about a blowjob?" she chirped.
The driver turned bright red, then white. He stared at her with his Adam's apple running up and down his throat like a gong up a pole.
"You serious?" he hissed.
Merry winked and licked her scarlet lips.
And how could a cabby refuse such a fare?
He switched the car off and got out, then slid into the back seat beside her. He made no effort to touch her, holding his hands back as if he was afraid that this was some trick, that she might scream rape if he touched her-or maybe as if her body was too hot to touch.
But Merry didn't give a damn if he felt her up or not. She reached down and began to open his fly without the slightest hesitation.
The girl always loved to suck cock, and giving head to a total stranger had a kinky aspect she adored. It was also saving her the cab fare. That was handy, since she was only a schoolgirl on a meager allowance.
Sliding her hand into his pants, she hauled his cock and balls out in one solid lump. Then she drew her hand back and tipped her head down to have a look at what she was going to be eating.
It wasn't the biggest cock she had ever seen, but it was good-sized and plenty stiff, and his hairy balls were nice and full of jizz.
His cock-knob was flushed, a tapering slab of hot meat at the end of a sturdy stalk. His pisshole was open and some flecks of pre-cum had already oozed out, making that purple wedge glisten.
"Ummmm-yummy!" she purred, knowing that it would please him and make him proud.
And, in fact, to a cock-hungry teenager, it was a tasty-looking hunk.
She blew her breath over his cock, making his prick lurch like a firmly rooted tree in a windstorm. Then she breathed in, inhaling the gamy aroma of hot cockmeat and preliminary goo.
She bent down and flicked the tip of her tongue against the greasy tip of his cock-knob.
He groaned and she purred.
His cock was musky and the gooey seepage made her taste buds tingle pleasantly. She tongued up some more pre-cum, whetting her appetite for a drink out of his cock. She nudged the tip of her tongue right into his open pisshole and slurped some spunk from that cleft.
"Jesus-Jesus-Jesus!" he was gasping.
His own wife never sucked his prick, but that was a moot point because that redoubtable lady was so ugly that he didn't want to stick his cock in her face, anyhow.
Getting head from this passenger was like dying and going to horny heaven. Her sensual scarlet lips were promising his prick paradise.
Nor did she disappoint him.
Merry was ready to pay the fare in full.
Usually she liked to linger over a blowjob, doing a lot of licking, savoring the meat course before she swallowed the creamy dessert.
But tonight she was keen to get into the Old
Log Inn and enjoy casual sex with a stranger in the comfort of a bed, just like a grown-up lady, instead of making out in a car the way she so often did.
She began to suck without delay.
Her sweet lips slid down and parted, collaring the head of his prick. She sucked and blew, watching his balls balloon at the base of his cockshaft as if she were blowing them up via his meaty valve.
Nursing on his swollen knob, she folded her fist around his cock and began to frig him up and down, knowing from enjoyable experience that a guy always shot off quicker if a girl combined manual and oral effort.
Her lips peeled out, distending down his prick. Her painted cheeks drew in as she inhaled in slow intakes of her breath, then puffed out as she blew.
Saliva was trickling down his cock as she drooled on the crown. Her slobber was streaked through with thicker threads of preliminary cum.
He touched her with his hand for the first time, placing it behind her head, coaxing her to go down and swallow more of his cock.
But she held only the tasty head in her lips and pumped her fist up and down faster.
The heel of her hand nudged his balls, then she jerked up and her thumb and index finger bumped gently against her own panting mouth.
Lots and lots of slime was seeping out by this time, coating her tongue and dribbling from her lips. It was making her hot for his full dose.
"Cum-cum!" she murmured on his prick. "Shoot off in my fucking mouth!"
He grunted, humping up, almost as thrilled by her sordid words as by the mouth that uttered them. It was hard for him to believe that this gorgeous blonde creature was hungry for cab-driver cum, yet she was begging for it.
"C'mon-slime for me! Feed me! Oooooh! I'm hungry to drink your jizz!"
He shot off so abruptly it surprised them both.
One moment she had a mouthful of cock and a few globs of preliminary goo, and then her mouth was full to the brim with a boiling load of his nectar.
He shuddered, his cock recoiling from its own powerful jism jet, spurting another foaming dose of cock spume out on the back stroke.
Merry sputtered as the stuff splashed in her throat. She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked. Her fist quickly flew up and down, fucking more spunk out with every stroke, milking his cock to the bone.
Cum was overflowing her scarlet lips and spilling down both sides of her chin. She was gulping most of it down in a spunk-drinker's rapture, but his load was so plentiful that despite her enthusiasm she couldn't manage to swallow all of the gooey geysers.
At last he was drained and he slumped back on the seat, a haunted look in his eyes. He was wondering if he had dreamed the whole thing.
Merry continued to nurse for a few moments, making sure that she had coaxed out every precious drop.
When she drew her mouth off him, she saw that his cockhead was bright red from her greasy lipstick.
She gave him an impish grin and ducked down again, using her nimble tongue to gather up the stray spunk globs that had escaped her lips and run on down his cock. She slurped some up from his deflated balls.
Then she sucked his cock-knob back into her mouth and polished it to a luster-as a sort of tip on top of the fare.
Lifting her head and smiling, she said, "Okay?"
"Oh, yeah, lady! You got some mouth!" he moaned.
Merry giggled and got out of the cab. She went into the Old Log Inn. Blowing the cabby had been fun-for starters. Now she was looking for love.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jake touched his mother's bushy black vee lightly, running the tips of his fingers through the silken pelt.
His eyes were flicking up and down quickly as he looked at her face and then her crotch. He was making sure that she showed no signs of waking up. He couldn't even imagine what she would say or do if she woke up and found her teenaged son playing with her pussy.
His fingers moved on down from her curly vee and he began to stroke her cunt lips.
Her cunt slot flared out in a wide oval and filled up instantly with a flood of juice.
The boy was fascinated. His mom's cunt looked like a fleshy pink flower, the petals unfurled and damp with the morning dew. The slot was steaming and her clit was standing out like a log in a swamp.
He stirred a fingertip through her parted folds, then brushed it against her clit. That taut bud pulsed and he shot a glance up at her face. But she still seemed to be sleeping soundly, although she was trembling and her long eyelashes were fluttering slightly.
Did women have wet dreams? he wondered.
He wasn't sure-but he sure wished that he could give his mommy one, if it were possible.
He began to inch his middle finger up into her seething cunthole, wriggling in slowly and carefully until he had sunk in knuckle-deep.
She murmured, alarming him.
But her eyes stayed closed-or closed enough to deceive the boy by her mock slumber.
Jake began to finger-fuck her slowly, pulling out and pushing in. As his middle finger probed her cunt, he rubbed the edge of his thumb back and forth across the swollen nugget of her clit.
Cuntjuice streamed from her pussy and ran down her crotch, seeping into the crack of her ass and spreading a gooey patch out on the couch beneath her haunches.
The fumes rising from her smoldering fuck-hole were getting heavier and more cloying, driving him crazy as he breathed them in, his head hovering over her spread cunt.
He pulled his finger out of her pussy with a slurp and brought his hand up to his chin. His tongue dipped out and he tasted her cunt-juice on his frigging finger.
His mother gasped and he shot a look at her face, but she managed to maintain the composure of sleep.
Jake stuck his finger up her again, wet with his saliva now. He added a second finger and then a third. He slid them up her a few times, paused to lick her juice from them, then whipped them up her cunt again.
Belinda was having trouble staying asleep now. Her lush body was lashing about, her ass and hips grinding away in a fucking movement.
But she still kept her long eyelashes half closed, and her son could only assume that she was in the sweet throes of an erotic dream.
What else would he think?
She couldn't be awake, right?
Her back bridged and her big tits loomed up, straining the material of her tight blouse. Jake was intrigued by those firm, shapely tits and by the rosy tips that had nourished him as a suckling infant.
Frigging slowly into her fuck box with one hand, he moved the other hand up and began to carefully open her blouse, then tug the flaps apart, baring her tits.
She inhaled deeply and those massive mounds surged up like some geological event, the rising of a mountain range. Her nipples were standing up like rosy rockets ready to be launched from their silos.
Jake took a swollen nipple in his finger and her clit in the fingers of his other hand. He began to pull and tug gently on each. Her clit pulsed and her tit tip swelled as if those sensitive body buds were somehow connected by an internal clockwork carnality.
The boy's tongue was coming from his lips as if drawn to her tits like an iron filing to a meaty magnet. He lowered his head and sucked a fat, rosy nipple into his mouth, nursing softly and adoringly.
That perky peak exploded in his lips.
He watched her face from the tops of his eyes as he nibbled on her nipple. His head switched over and he mouthed the other tip.
Jeez-she must really be sound asleep, if this ain't waking her up, he figured.
Her steadfast slumber was encouraging the boy, making him bolder and more confident. He frigged pussy and nursed on nipples, panting and moaning. Each time he inhaled on a fat nipple, his cock gave a mighty lurch in his jeans, and his balls swelled more.
Nuzzling her tits was making the boy hungry. He was figuring that if she didn't wake up when he was slurping on her tits, it was-likely that he could even take a taste of cunt without disturbing her slumber.
And oh, how his tongue was yearning for that creamy pussy! He was so cunt-starved that his tongue was almost sizzling in his saliva.
He gave each nipple a last loving suck, then slid back down. His fascinated face was poised over her hairy vee as he gazed down at her cunt.
It looked like some coral pink shellfish, steamed piping hot on a bed of seaweed and with a sauce of cream. He inhaled the torrid aroma, whimpering.
Belinda moaned as she realized that her son was going to eat her pussy. She knew it was very naughty, that she had let things get out of hand-literally-and that she should prevent the pussy plating by pretending to begin to awaken. The boy was going too far!
But how could she stop him from doing what she wanted as much as he?
All her inhibitions had melted away in the raging inferno of her desire. If oral incest was wicked, that only made it all the more thrilling.
Instead of preventing him from diving on her cunt, she abetted the boy. She thrust her loins up, ass rising from the couch. Her heavy, shapely thighs parted wider and she tilted her cunt up as if she were serving her pussy to her son on a hairy platter. Jake's head ducked down and he whipped his tongue against her clit, making her shudder as if she had been shot through by a high-voltage current.
He glanced up at her face, frightened by that violent reaction. He saw that her lips were smiling and her eyes were still hooded. Sure as hell, she was going to have a wet dream in his mouth!
If only he could get the juicy job finished before she woke up! The young boy was not an accomplished or experienced cuntlapper at all, but he knew what he liked and he more than made up for his lack of learning by his total enthusiasm and crazed desire.
He ran his tongue up each unfurled cunt lip, then dipped it into her pussy. He slurped in her cunt slot, then stabbed as far up her fuck-hole as his tongue would extend, licking out the inner folds, exploring every crease and cranny and nook of that intricately folded pussy.
Her clit was smoldering like a fuse.
Jake would have loved to loiter in her loins and eat her for ages, but he was still afraid that she might wake, and he wanted to make sure that the creamy task was completed before he had to stop.
Parting his lips, he clamped his mouth to her cunt and began to suck as his tongue sank in. The boy was French kissing his mother's cunt like it was a bearded mouth.
The flow was getting hotter and thicker and creamier as her juice turned to cunt-cum. The fragrance was richer and more pervading. The whole room was permeated with the scent of her steaming pussy.
Suddenly her lush legs jerked and she clamped her thighs around his head, holding him in a velvet vise.
With his face buried to the cheekbones, the top of his head stuck up in her bushy vee and he gazed up at her face once again.
And saw that her eyes were open!
The boy was flustered and disconcerted, as a young man tends to be when he is caught sucking his mother's cunt when she wakes from her dreamworld.
"Oh! Ohhhh-Mom!" he mumbled on her cunt.
He expected her to be scandalized, at least, and probably enraged. But he couldn't remove his face from her groin because her thighs were scissored around his head, holding him trapped to her cunt.
Then she amazed him.
"It's all right, baby!" she moaned. "Don't stop! Mommy loves it!"
Her words came to him distantly because his ears were muffled by her meaty thighs. It was hard to believe what he was hearing.
Jake had thought that his mom was asleep, and now the boy wondered if he were asleep, himself? This couldn't really be happening. He must have passed out and was, himself, in the midst of a wet dream.
But there was nothing dream-like about the pussy creaming in his lips. It was solid and real-and so delicious it was making his eyes water.
Her legs parted, releasing his head.
But he stayed right where he was, as if his mouth were plastered to her pussy by a paste of saliva, glued to her cunt by her sticky groin goo.
"Eat Mommy's cunt, darling!" she whimpered. "Do you love Mommy's pussy?
Hummmmmmm? Is Mommy's hot cunt all yummy? Ahhhh-suck me off, Jakey! Make Mommy cream!"
Jake resumed his loin lunch. His tongue whisked and flailed in her steamy cunt slot, and his lips clamped to the hairy rim like a suction cup on a clogged drain.
His hands cupped her under her firm ass, tilting her higher, as if her fuck-hole were a brimming goblet he was quaffing to the dregs.
"Yes, baby! Ohhhh, yes! My cunt is melting! Drink my cum-juice, darling!"
Jake gulped from her cunt. His mouth filled up with his mother's pussyjuice and he swallowed it down, and the lewd lady fed him more.
The boy adored everything about it.
He loved the taste and the texture and the steamy perfume and, most of all, he loved the fact that it was his own mom's cunt he was sucking off-that he was eating of forbidden fruit and breaking the incest taboo.
The boy couldn't have stopped now if he had wanted to. He had turned into a glutton on her succulent cunt slot and it was no time to start a diet.
He wiped his face in her crotch, coating himself with cunt-cum from chin to brow. His head was jerking from side to side like a terrier shaking a wet rat.
Her cunt-cum poured out like a thick vanilla sauce, soaking his tongue, smearing his lips, topping his mouth up again as soon as he had swallowed a mouthful.
Belinda's legs shot out, quivering, feet arched, toes pointing down. Then she jerked her knees up to her tits, turning her loins into a curve, her haunches rolling up under him. Her pelvis was hooped, drawn up into a ball, and her son's head was plastered to her pussy voraciously.
"Cum, Mom! Cream off!" he gurgled, his pleas muffled on her cunt, each syllable bubbling out.
Her clit went off like a blasting cap, detonating another explosion deep, deep in her pussy.
Her loins turned to jelly. The core of her cunt dissolved and the cum-cream gushed out, and her avid son drank the scrumptious goo as fast as she fed it to him.
Belinda clung to the peak for a long time, and Jake held her there with steady oral suction. At last she began to come down through the slow, spiraling descent, and he kept his mouth on her, sucking off the ebbing spasms.
She slumped back.
He stayed where he was, sucking very softly now.
What, he wondered, was going to happen now?
But his mother wasn't wondering at all. It was obvious that she owed her son a blowjob.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Well, thanks for the ride, Mike," Sherry said, when Mike Bell pulled up outside her apartment building.
She had welcomed his offer of a lift home and that, in the light of the hand-job she had already dealt out to him, had made Mike quite hopeful he could hump her.
"Errr-ain't you gonna ask me in?" he asked.
"Sorry. My brother will be home. Elmer is kind of old fashioned, you know? He's my older brother and he feels like he ought to protect me. He don't think it's right for a girl to screw a guy unless she marries him."
Mike looked exasperated.
He figured she was only making an excuse. Brothers didn't have that attitude in this day and age, this era of permissiveness and casual sex.
But she said, "See? Elmer is looking out the window right now, waiting for me to come in."
Mike looked up and, sure enough, there was old Elmer standing at the apartment window. He was a brawny, burly man with close-cropped hair and a broad, florid face. He was wearing a dirty undershirt with suspenders holding his pants up, his muscles showing clearly.
He was also glaring.
Mike decided that the guy really was protective.
He even looked possessive, like a jealous husband, but that couldn't be, Mike reasoned. After all, he was her brother. "Shit," Mike mumbled, disappointed.
"Sorry," Sherry repeated, giving him a shrug to show it wasn't her fault. "See you tomorrow, Mike. Maybe we can have some more fun in the back room."
That made Mike feel a bit more cheerful, and he nodded pleasantly enough. The buxom barmaid got out of his car and he watched her wide, lovely ass swinging like a pendulum as she went into the building.
Mike sat there for a few minutes, the car ticking over at the curb.
He was wondering what to do.
Since he had already told Belinda that he would be working late, it might make her suspicious if he got home too early.
Then, too, having gotten his hopes up about the prospect of sex with his co-worker, Mike was in the mood for a bit of adultery this evening.
He considered where to go and try his luck.
The best pick up joint in town, he knew, was a place called the Old Log Inn.
Thus does fate take a hand.
Because, even at that moment, at the bar of the Old Log Inn, there was a very sexy, heavily painted blonde lady who was going to look vaguely familiar to Mike Bell.
* * *
Sherry entered the apartment arid her brother greeted her with a morose, suspicious scowl.
"Who was that creep?" he grunted.
"Just a guy I work with. He gave me a lift home is all, Elmer."
"You ain't fuckin' him?" he snarled.
"Of course not," she assured him, and her burly sibling grunted, slightly mollified.
Elmer really and truly did believe that a girl should keep her virginity for her wedding night.
But he hoped that his sexy sister never got married, as well, because there was more to Elmer's attitude than just sibling prudishness.
Now Sherry began to undress without delay.
Jacking Mike off had left her randy as hell.
Elmer watched her strip. He dropped his suspenders and let his pants fall, then stepped out of them. He tugged his boxer shorts down.
He had a big, blunt-headed cock, and now, as usual at this time of day when his sister got home from work, he was sporting a steely hard-on.
Sherry got naked, undressing in front of her brother without the slightest reticence or embarrassment. Her body was quite spectacular, all ass and tits around a slim waist. Some men thought of her shape as an hourglass figure.
Her brother thought that Sherry was built like a brick shithouse, but the sentiment was the same.
Sherry stepped towards him and Elmer thrust his hips out. She bent down and kissed the head of his cock.
"Ooooh-all ready, brother?" she purred as she nuzzled that sibling prick affectionately.
He grunted a guttural assent.
Sherry got down on the floor. It would have been more comfortable in the bedroom, but that was another one of Elmer's quirks. He didn't think that it was right for a brother and sister to share the same bed once the age of puberty had been reached. Such nighttime intimacy could easily lead to an incestuous relationship, he figured.
He really did have a strange way of looking at life and a weird set of values, did Elmer.
Sherry knelt, then dropped onto her hands and knees. Her head ducked down and her haunches heaved up so that her solid ass was hiked to the highest point of her posture. Her cunt was flowing like a waterfall below her ass--but that, of course, was out of bounds for her brother.
Elmer dropped to his knees behind her.
He placed his hands on the cheeks of her ass and pulled those solid globes open, exposing her shit slot. He bent down and whipped his tongue into that tiny, puckered ring, getting it slick and slippery.
Then he fitted the head of his iron-hard prick into her ass-hole and began to shove it up the chute.
Sherry reached back between her kneeling thighs and played with his balls. Then her hand shifted onto her own cunt. Since her brother refused to pay her pussy any attention, thus avoiding the sin of incest, Sherry always had to finger-fuck herself while her sibling rammed his thick prick into her ass-hole.
It was a strange relationship-but perfectly satisfying to both since they figured that it was a way to have fun without committing incest by fucking.
Corkscrewing his own ass, Elmer screwed his cock into his sister's ass, boring in inch by inch. Her shit chute, well-accustomed to his daily ritual, spread out, the tight tunnel loosening to accommodate the breadth of her brother's blunt prick.
He grunted, shoving out, and she moaned as she heaved her haunches back to meet him.
His prick sank in to the hilt and his swollen cumbags rolled into her crotch. She snatched up his balls and rubbed them around in her cunt and against her clit, frigging herself on his nuts.
Elmer held his prick buried for a while, twisting her hips around in his hands, winding her shitter around on his cock.
Her fuck-hole was creaming all over his balls, drenching them with a milky flood. Ribbons and banners of juice trickled down her thighs.
Sherry began to move first, eager for the action. She pulled forward an inch, then slammed back again, sliding her shit socket up and down on his prick.
Her round ass hit his brawny belly, then jerked away. He had his head tipped down as he watched his thick cock push in between her ass-cheeks, then pull back out. Elmer sure thanked his lucky stars that his sexy sister had an accommodating ass-hole-where else could he have sunk his throbbing prick in her cherry body?
He began to move with her, lunging out as she shoved back, packing the fudge in her bowels.
Sherry squealed with joy as he probed deep up her hot gorge, filling her. Her ass ring sucked and dragged on his prick as if she were digesting his living meat in reverse, giving him a blow-job backward.
He thrust out and her shitter swallowed his cock down to the hairy hilt. That throbbing penetration was stuffing her, making her eyes water and her mouth gasp. She could feel hot trickles of pre-cum seep into her guts.
She wouldn't have been surprised if his long prick had transfixed her alimentary canal and the head of his prick had suddenly come out of her mouth.
He fucked her ass-hole steadily, and she danced her ass around on his thrusts, swirling and spiraling her firm ass-cheeks as he sank into the tight cleft between.
Elmer began to pour the prick to her with renewed vigor as he neared the peak. He was hiking her haunches up, and her knees were bouncing on the floor, her fat tits swinging under her like melons on a vine.
She laid her cheek on the carpet and reached back into her groin with both hands. She slid three fingers up into her cunt and began to frig them in and out.
She could feel his cock sliding in and out of her ass, separated only by the slender membrane that divided her fuck-hole from her shit chute. She plunged her fingers into her cunt as he withdrew from her ass, and vice versa.
She began to wail for his hot enema.
"Slime my ass, brother! Jizz my fudge hole!"
Elmer rose to the occasion, pounding and hammering against her quivering haunches.
His balls rolled into her randy cunt, and she juiced over them again. She could feel that swollen sac expand as he neared the creamy crest.
Then he growled like a rabid dog and his prick gave a violent lurch, inflating inside her clinging shitter. She wailed in rapture, he growled again, and his gooey geysers began to spurt into her guts.
His spine writhed as if his prick were breaking as he bridged his torso and fed his squirting prick into her ass in a foaming frenzy. His hot jizz was pouring through her guts, filling her so lavishly that, as she panted and drooled, she fancied that she could taste some of the succulent slime, as if it were running right through her system and bubbling up from her gullet.
"Yeah-yeah-flood me, brother! Ohhhh, shit! Drown my belly, baby!"
He hosed away with spurt after spurt and then, his balls finally empty, he faltered.
His balls were hanging as loose as if they had just suffered a puncture. His cock was still stuffed up her ass and he clung to her haunches like a dog stuck after mating.
Sherry wriggled around for a few more moments, making sure she had creamed her cunt off completely. Then she stopped squirming and snuggled down, her curved ass tight against his belly and her head on the floor, a smile of dreamy contentment turning up her lips.
Ass fucking was a lot of fun. And what a lovely way to preserve an unwed lady's cherry for her nuptial night.
CHAPTER SIX
Jake kept his mouth on his mom's cunt as the last pasty trickles of her cumming oozed out slowly. He gave her clit a slurp to make sure that no spasms remained to be worked from that vibrant bud.
Then he lifted his face from her vee.
The boy looked up at her face, not sure what his mother might be feeling, now that her cunt was satisfied. He thought she might feel remorse or regrets, ashamed of herself and plagued by guilt. She might even take it out on him, to mitigate her own embarrassment.
But he saw he needn't have worried.
Belinda was smiling radiantly.
"Mom-I-" he stammered.
"Don't talk, darling," she whispered. "We have better things to use our mouths for than talking."
And, as if to demonstrate one of those suggested oral functions, she slid her tongue across her mouth like a wagging tail, then parted her lips in a wide oval, forming a facial fuck-hole.
His whole athletic body shuddered.
"Yes, you lovely boy-Mommy wants to suck your prick now. Mommy owes you a cum, and Mommy is hungry for your hot, thick, teenaged jizz!"
Jake gulped as he realized that he was going to fuck his mother's mouth. The prospect thrilled him even more than eating her cunt had.
He began to move up her body, straddling her, fumbling down in his groin to release his prick. His iron-hard cock snapped up. He hiked her ass higher and his cockhead slid through her curly vee, then up her tummy. A glob of pre-cum spilled into her belly button.
Her neck was craned as she tilted her head up, watching his delicious-looking cock approach up her torso.
He wriggled higher and his jolting cock nudged into the cleft between her fat tits. He humped a few times, fucking through her cleavage.
His bubbling cockhead skimmed up her breastbone and bumped in the hollow of her fluttering throat, spilling out viscous dollops of goo.
As he drove his prick up between her jugs, his balls rolled up her stomach and cushioned against the lower slopes of those up-thrust globes.
Belinda gurgled in bliss. It felt great to have that pulsating young prick between her tits. But she wanted more than a tit-fuck now. Once she made up her mind to blow the boy, her mouth had become a boiling caldron.
"Fuck my face, Jake!" she whimpered. "Use my mouth for a cunthole!"
Jake was staring at that wanton mouth. The naive boy had always believed that only whores and tramps took it in the mouth, not happily married ladies and mothers-certainly not his own mother, and with his cock, to boot. But knowing it was very, very naughty made him want it all the more.
He slithered up and his prick came springing out of her deep tit tunnel and snapped up into her face.
Belinda began to lick the slimy cock-knob.
"Oh! Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned as she discovered that her son's cockmeat was the most delicious she had ever tasted-and that was saying a lot.
She tongued pre-cum from his cockhead and slurped it out of his gaping pisshole.
That sweet seepage was making her so hungry for his full load that she was gasping. Her son's spunk was as hot and as thick as melted lead, coming from his cleft and lying on her tongue in solid, pearly lumps.
She savored it on her taste buds, then tossed her head back and swallowed. It warmed her belly like a vintage brandy. She lapped some more up and let the gaping youth see it filming her tongue before she drank it down.
The globs were so fat and slimy that it was like swallowing raw oysters on the half shell. It was a delicious drink, and Belinda's pleasure was enhanced by the fact that it was her own son's jizz-incest oil.
She laved her nimble tongue all over the bulge of his purple cockhead, then ducked down and licked his balls. She could feel the tide of fuck-juice that was sloshing around inside those potent young balls.
It felt as if he had a gallon of cum built up--and she wanted to drink every sweet drop.
She licked up and down his cock, tonguing his knob at the top and his cumbags at the base. Preliminary goo was gushing out and running down and she wolfed it up greedily from his throbbing prick.
She ran her parted lips up and down the veined underside as if she were playing a harmonica. More pre-spunk slid into the corner of her mouth, driving her wild.
Belinda didn't dare delay any longer.
The virile teenager was liable to shoot off at any instant, and she sure didn't want him to blow his precious wad off before his cock was in her mouth.
Licking on the greasy tip again, she whispered down his cock as if speaking into a meaty microphone.
"Fuck my mouth, darling!"
Jake gasped and angled his prick down as her sweet lips opened wide. He slipped the cock-knob in.
"Ummmmm-ummmmm!" she sighed as she sucked.
Her cheeks hollowed in, and her lips everted as they clung to his thick prick. The boy looked down, scarcely able to believe that he was seeing his mother's magic mouth enveloping the head of his cock.
He humped gently and tentatively, not sure how much her mouth could hold.
But she could take all he could give her.
Each time he thrust out, he fed her more cock, and she gulped it down like a sword-swallower-or a fire-eater, maybe, hot as his cock was.
Then he sank in all the way, his prick disappearing and his balls jamming against her lips.
She gurgled and sputtered as his cockhead clogged her throat, but she took it happily and held it buried. Then she sucked through every thick inch as he drew back out, until only the flaring wedge of his cockhead was in her lips.
"Unghhh-ulphhh!" she gulped as he stuffed her gullet with his steaming hot cock.
Then she purred as he slid it back out of her mouth socket.
"Shoot off in Mommy's mouth!" she whimpered on his fat cock. "I'm hot for it, Jake! Jizz me!"
So much pre-cum was oozing steadily out that Belinda had already swallowed as much of the slime as a lot of lesser men had fed her when they emptied their balls off in her greedy mouth. But his prick stayed as hard as iron, and his balls were still swollen like balloons, and she knew that the main course was yet to come. Thank God for the potency of youth!
Jake held her lovely face between his hands and slogged steadily into her facial socket. His cock pulled out, slathered with saliva, steaming in the air. Streaks of preliminary goo threaded her drool. Then he fucked it in and she sucked the fuck-fluids and slobber back off the meat.
"Cum-cum-cum!" she babbled, so hungry for her son's spunk that she could hardly bear it.
Her face twisted as she wound her lips down, screwing her mouth onto his cock. Then she bobbed straight up and down in the classic blow-job motion.
His balls had swollen so huge now that when he sank his prick in, they covered her chin and jaw.
She bobbed her head down. Her nose rustled in his wiry pubic hair and her lips plastered like a suction cup to the hilt of his meaty cock.
She pulled back up to the slimy tip, inhaling the pungent aroma of smoking hot cockmeat and dribbling spunk as, again, she begged for him to cream.
"Slime me, baby! Whitewash my throat!"
Her head bounced back down, and she gurgled as his cock-knob rammed down her gullet.
He jerked back. Her pliable lips dragged out along his retreating tool so that he was almost pulling that maternal maw inside out on his prick.
"It's cummin', Mom!" he grated.
"Yeah-yeah-yeah!" she panted.
His balls erupted as he plunged in, and his jism cascaded into her mouth and throat. She gulped it down, and he hosed her again on the backstroke, then yet again as he filled her throat.
The virile teenager sprayed the roof of her mouth and sloshed into her cheeks and jetted down her gorge. Her tongue was floating around in a pool of spunk.
Still the insatiable woman wanted more.
"Don't stop! Keep cummin', darling! Use my mouth for a cumbucket! Give me-ulphhhhhumpffff-"
Her pleas were choked off as he stuffed her throat once again, and another hot torrent washed down her digestive tract.
She thought he might never stop cumming.
His balls seemed to hold rivers, seas, oceans of jizz. His cock was a cum-filled cornucopia, his sexual vitality endless, his spunk as relentless as the tides.
It felt as if her mouth had turned into a pool of quicksand as he topped it up again. The stuff was so thick it felt solid, as if she were eating instead of drinking. It was as creamy as condensed milk-and a lot more delicious.
But at last he began to flag.
He missed a stroke and lost the beat. He was still fucking into her greedy mouth, but with jerky strokes now. His mother kept on bobbing up and down steadily, her head ducking faster than the spent boy was humping now.
She gulped down to the root of his cock and took his knob down her throat, letting the last meager dregs trickle out and seep down into her tummy.
She squeezed his balls gently to make sure that they were drained dry. Then she drew her mouth back up, sucking through every inch so that when his cock spilled from her lips, not a drop of cum remained on the meat. It glistened, but only with his mother's drool.
She slipped her tongue out and gave his prick a final polish. The young boy's cock had hardly softened at all and it had not shrunk in the slightest.
And, to her profound joy, his youthful cumbags were already stirring as more cum seeped into them.
Her son could cum again.
Should she suck him off again?
But her cunt was blazing once more. The wanton woman had savored a succulent mouthful, and now her fuck-hole was seething for a load of cockmeat and cum.
Since she had already had oral sex with the boy, Belinda had no qualms about fucking him, next-carrying the incest to the ultimate and logical end.
She only wondered if they had enough time before her husband got home from working late.
And, of course, they did-because Mike Bell was not working late at all.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The spectacular blonde, who was teenaged Merry Bell under the wig and the make-up, was sitting on a stool at the bar, sipping a frothy cocktail which the bartender had served her without questioning her age-and with a lustful leer over the counter, on top of it.
Merry had crossed her legs the way she had practiced it, showing lots of lovely leg and, sure enough, a couple of good-looking guys had sidled up and started to chat with her, making the mindless talk preluding a pick-up.
Bill was blonde and Ralph had dark hair. Other than that, there was little to choose between them.
She could hardly ask them how big their cocks were on such causal acquaintance, after all.
Both men had made a point of mentioning that they were staying at the Old Log Inn, so it seemed to Merry that it was merely a matter of deciding which of her would-be suitors to go upstairs with.
Then her father walked in!
Merry blushed bright red-but the fact was hidden under her garish rouge.
Mike looked directly at her and smiled in a friendly and casual fashion, then took a seat farther down the bar. Merry realized with a surge of relief that her daddy had failed to penetrate her disguise.
But both guys were asking her questions and she didn't dare to speak loudly now, afraid that her father might recognize her voice. She began to act coy and shy, which disconcerted the pickup artists in attendance.
It was giving the teenager a real kick to be so in the bar with her father, an element of risk added to the thrill of potential conquest. But she figured it would be silly to press her luck. He might realize who she was at any moment and that would be awful. She would catch hell for being in a cocktail lounge and, far worse, she would lose out on a chance to get herself well fucked.
But she hadn't chosen between Bill and Ralph yet and she hated to make a rash and hurried selection. She gazed at one, then the other. Then she dropped her eyes and took a searching look at their loins.
Both seemed well-hung as far as she could tell.
And Merry got a deliciously depraved idea.
"I'm ready to go upstairs," she whispered, huskily and too low for her daddy to hear.
Both would-be lovers looked hopeful.
"Which of us you imagine, honey?" Bill asked.
Her smile was bewitching.
"Why not both of you?" she suggested.
Naturally, they were agreeable.
Mike watched the luscious blonde leave the bar with a man on either arm and sighed wistfully. si
What a lovely piece of ass!
And it looked as if she was going up to have it off with both of those guys, too. Lucky bastards! Mike sure wished that he had been invited along. He would just have loved to sink his big prick into that bouncy body.
She had seemed vaguely familiar to him, but he wasn't sure why. She was young-maybe he knew her mother, he speculated. Why, maybe he had even fucked her mother!
He sure hoped so. That young lady was so gorgeous that it gave him a thrill to think that he might have fucked the cunt that gave birth to her, sometime in the distant and dimly remembered past. Having possibly have balled her mother gave them a certain mysterious intimacy.
Of course, Mike had fucked her mother--many, many times. But how was he to know that beneath that blonde wig and heavy makeup his own daughter was hiding?
Mike got a drink and sipped it, waiting in hopes that someone half as desirable as that young blonde would wander in looking for love.
But he kept thinking about the lovely girl who had gone upstairs with both guys and imagining what the three of them were doing.
His fantasies weren't far wrong, either.
As soon as they were in the room, Merry undressed. She was in no mood to play hard to get, and she was certainly not a cock-teaser. Besides, the risky encounter with her father had made her randier than ever.
Naked, she jumped on the bed, grinning.
Bill and Ralph gazed at her in admiration. They could see now that she wasn't a natural blonde, since her cunt-bush was glossy and dark, but what did that matter?
They stripped off and lay down on the bed, with the girl sandwiched between them.
She turned her face, kissing one and then the other. They felt her up, one tit each.
As they kneaded her plump tits and plucked at the stiff tips, Merry slid her hands down and began to play with both of their rigid pricks.
They were both well-hung.
Even if she had dared to ask them about their dimensions, she couldn't have chosen between them-and now she was delighted that she had decided on a threesome.
Ralph ducked his head down and sucked a fat, rosy nipple into his mouth. Bill began to nurse on the other. She stroked their cocks, but only lightly, not taking the least chance that she might make either of them cum off in her hand. What a waste a hand-job would be!
Mouths glued to her tits, the two men exchanged a glance, wondering who should go first. It didn't really matter. With a dreamboat like this one, taking sloppy seconds was nothing to be sneezed at.
"You ready for it, baby?" Bill rasped.
Her legs opened wide in response.
The blonde man rolled on top of her and fitted the head of his prick into her cunt. He stirred it around in her cunt slot for a moment, then humped and shoved it balls-deep up into her sizzling pussy.
He began to throw a fuck into her furiously.
Merry would have told him to slow down and enjoy it had the two of them been alone.
But since she had a back-up cock on call, she saw no reason to prolong the first fuck.
She undulated and bucked, matching his pace. Her ass churned and her hips pumped. She locked her legs around his hips and rode him from below.
"Yeah-yeah-fuck my ass off!" she moaned. "Pound my pussy to jelly!"
She was still playing with Ralph's cock, but still being careful not to make him cum. He was kissing her mouth and sucking her tits and moving back from time to time to watch the other guy's cock ram into her cunt.
Bill began to pant and wheeze and shudder.
"Ooooh-you gonna cum?" she whimpered.
"Yeah, baby-gettin' there!" he grunted.
"Blow it up me! C'mon-I'm hot for it! Fill my fuck-hole with foam, darling!" she gasped.
How wonderful it was to have a hard cock in reserve and not to worry about the first guy shooting off too soon! Merry was wondering if she could even be happy or satisfied with a single guy again.
"Arghhhhh-take it, baby!" Bill howled.
Merry squealed with pleasure when she felt his molasses-thick cum gush into her fuck-hole. He banged away, squirting off heavily as her pussy dissolved on his prick.
Her slim body undulated like the tide, swaying as up and down, foam spilling from her cunt. He finished spurting and, for a moment, lay gasping in her arms-and legs.
But there was no time to linger over the post-orgasm moments of sweet satisfaction, because Ralph's cock was like a doorknocker, demanding to be let in.
Bill plucked his spent prick out and drew back from her loins-and in came the second shift.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bill hopped off and Ralph hopped on.
Merry, who always enjoyed variety, had been planning to fuck her second lover in a different position, but he just bounced aboard her bouncy body with such total enthusiasm that she hated to delay the process.
She figured that both of them must be good for a second go around, anyhow-at least.
Ralph braced his knees and tightened his ass and wedged his thunderous prick up into her soaking pussy. Her fuck-hole was looser and wetter now, being full of the first man's spunk, but the teenager tightened her cunt muscles and clamped the slick tube snugly to the contours of his cock, making her cunt sleeve taut and trim.
Ralph shoveled it up her and held the full penetration for a while, his prick throbbing up her pussy.
Bill had moved onto his knees and his cock had gone to half mast, looping down. His prick was greasy and globs of cunt-cum and jizz dripped from the knob.
Merry loved to suck a cunt-soaked prick and, besides, she wanted to make certain that he would be rock-hard again by the time that his friend finished-which wasn't going to be long, she reckoned.
So she drew his rubbery prick up to her face and slipped it into her mouth.
Ralph, his eyes closed in passion, leaned down to kiss her sweet lips as he held his cock buried. He blinked and recoiled in horror when he found that the sexy mouth he was kissing was stuffed full of prick.
But it didn't deter him from starting to hump and drive his own prick in and out of her seething pussy in a wild and frenzied fury.
Her cunthole was sucking on Ralph's prick just the same way her mouth was sucking on Bill's. Bill's cock began to swell again in that magic maw. Her fuck-hole slurped on cock and she swallowed down on the other prick. Merry, with cock in both ends, was in seventh heaven.
Ralph twisted his ass and rammed in and Merry shoved her pussy down to take his cock. His knob flared in the core of her cunt, and his hard shaft was working like a crowbar, levering up the chute.
Each time his fat prick stuffed her full, cunt-cum and jizz dribbled from her pussy, turning her whole groin to a morass. Slime trickled down her thighs and into the crack of her ass. His balls were splashing as they swung in and sloshed into her lathered crotch.
Her legs shot up and her feet circled as if she were pedaling a bicycle. Then she drummed her heels against the cheeks of his ass and rubbed them in the cleft, sliding down to foot-fondle his balls.
Ralph was braced up, taking his weight on his hands and knees as he stared down and watched her sucking on Bill's slimy prick. Seeing the sexy girl giving head turned him on almost as much as fucking her did.
"Yeah-suck that cock!" he croaked.
Merry smiled on a mouthful of prick.
Her pussy was so sodden that his cock was driving in like a post in a swamp. Her cunt sucked like quicksand and bow waves of cream churned around his prick prow. More goo spilled down her crotch, forming a slick pool under the girl's grinding ass.
"Here it cums, baby!" he hissed.
She was panting for it, her pussy dissolving again and her clit humming like a vibrator.
And she knew that she was going to just keep right on cumming, too, as long as one of those big pricks remained stuck up her pussy.
Ralph's jism boiled into her, filling the steaming kettle of her cunt.
"Cum-cum-cum!" she wailed, saying it on every spurting stroke of his prick, her pussy melting again each time she felt another slimy torrent pour in.
He drained off and his thrusts got jerky.
She kept flinging her loins about in a wild horizontal waltz, dancing her fuck-hole on his cock.
When he had emptied off to the dregs, he clung to her, moaning, his cock still brushing her clit as he jabbed in and out with short, sharp lunges.
Then he pulled his prick out, tugging back against the clinging suction of her squeezebox pussy. The cock-knob left her cunt with a slurp, and another gooey tide of cum-cream gushed down her groin.
Ralph crawled up toward her face.
Even while he had been slogging it up her cunthole, he had envied Bill her mouth, and how he shoved his greasy cock out toward her face.
She had sucked Bill up to another booming hard-on and she let his prick spill from her lips and gulped Ralph's prick in, nursing with pleasure, loving the flavor of cunt-cum and jizz in combination.
Her tousled blonde head turned from side to side as she took a slog on Bill's cock-knob, then a slurp on Ralph's. Of equal size, their pricks were equally succulent, especially after being steeped in her pussy.
Ralph's cock had only softened a little when he shot his wad off, and now the skilled girl had sucked it straight back to another hammering hard-on.
Both men hunkered back on their heels, kneeling behind their erections.
"Ready for more fucking?" Bill croaked.
"Always ready," she chirped.
"Who you want next?" Ralph asked, politely offering the girl her choice.
But Merry didn't give a damn. They were the same size and both men used their cocks with the same vigor.
"Why not both at once?" she suggested.
They grinned, liking that idea. Merry turned over onto her belly and drew her knees up, then slung one leg across and straddled Bill's loins. He lay back, bridging. She got a handful of cock and guided it into her cunt, wriggling around on the knob, then slipped her cunt sleeve on down and buried his cock to the hilt.
She turned her face toward Ralph.
When Merry had suggested taking them both on at the same time, she had supposed that one would fuck her face while the other screwed her cunt.
But Ralph had misunderstood.
He shifted around behind her ass as she squatted down on Bill's buried prick.
He spread her ass-cheeks and inserted the head of his saliva-soaked cock into her ass-hole.
Merry blinked.
Her shit chute was cherry.
But then she grinned.
If Ralph wanted to shove it up her ass, it was fine with the lusty teenager.
CHAPTER NINE
Belinda looked at the clock, wondering if she had time to fuck with her son before his father got home. It wasn't very late, but Mike had been indefinite about how late he would have to work, so she couldn't be sure.
It would be a hell of a note if he walked in and caught Jake in the saddle-cuckolded by his own son!
Belinda had cheated on Mike countless times, in fact, but the man was so vain that it had never dawned on him that his wife might want another guy. Sometimes she even felt like telling him, to prick his pride. But fucking a stranger was one thing, and fucking her own son was another, and she sure didn't want Mike to find out about that. It was going to be their secret, and now they had started, Belinda was looking forward to a steady supply of incest meat. It would be handy to get all the fucking she wanted at home.
Much better than getting picked up at, say, the infamous Old Log Inn.
Belinda gave her son's cock another lick, then got up from the couch. Jake looked dismayed, supposing that the session was over. He had cum twice, and plentifully-not to mention his previous hand-job, even-but his cock was still hard as a gemstone and his balls were filling up again, as, drop by drop, his virile sex system replaced the spilled spunk.
His mom walked over to the window and looked out, checking to make sure that her husband's car was not coming down the street. It wasn't, of course, since Mike was at the moment sitting at the bar in the Old Log Inn, looking for lustful ladies and thinking wild thoughts about the blonde bombshell who had gone upstairs with two guys.
And who just happened to be his own teen-aged daughter in a harlot's disguise.
Then it occurred to Belinda that she could fuck Jake and still keep a lookout for Mike.
"Come over here, darling," she invited, looking back over shoulder with a lascivious grin and giving her ass a flirtatious and suggestive flip.
Jake jumped up and moved towards her like a Swiss pikeman advancing behind his long weapon.
Belinda placed her hands on the windowsill and hiked her adorable ass up. Cuntjuice was streaming in creamy cascades down her inner thighs.
"Give me a stand up job, Jake! Throw a knee-trembler up my cunt!" she moaned.
He thrust out, missing the mark in his enthusiasm. His prick slid up through the crack of her ass. He frigged a few times, fucking through her ass cleft as he had, earlier, between her tits.
Belinda smiled. It felt exciting to have her son's cock-knob brushing across her ass-hole, and she figured she would have to let the boy ass-fuck her soon. But at the moment she was ready for a cuntful-her first ever cuntful of incest meat.
Jake fucked up and down in her ass cleft as if he were honing his cock on a grindstone. Then he dipped at the knees and thrust out and his prick slid on into her groin from under her ass-cheeks.
His cockhead flared in her fuck slot.
Belinda looked down into her own groin, seeing her son's big prick poised to strike. She trembled with anticipation of that lovely load.
Jake held his mother by the handles of her hipbones and she hiked her ass up. He began to slowly wedge his cock up her cunt.
His mother's cunt was so sizzling hot that he thought he was going to blister his prick-but that would have been a small price to pay for her sweet pussy.
It went in and in. She shuddered. It felt as if her son's cock were even bigger than his father's. It was at least as large-and a lot more wicked to fuck.
Then he was balls-deep and buried.
He held it all stuffed up her, savoring the joy of having every inch of his prick bedded in his mother's fuck chute and letting her thrill to the sensation of being crammed to the core on his cock.
He pulsed his cock muscles, making the prick pulse and pound in her pussy.
Her tight inner rings fluttered up his cock-shaft from hilt to end. He moaned. It felt as if she were frigging him off with her cunt.
If they had had all the time they wanted, Belinda would have loved a long, long fuck from her son. But because she was afraid that Mike might be coming home at any moment, she wanted to get the job done.
Half a fuck was worse than nothing.
"Pump it to me, baby!" she rasped. "Throw the pork up Mommy's fuck-hole, darling!"
Jake pulled out until only his cock-knob was lodged in her cunt slot, paused, then rammed the whole prick back up that randy pussy.
She churned her ass and pumped her hips, fucking with the boy, matching his vigor.
He slogged in fast and hard and she rose onto her toes, then dropped back to her heels, swaying and squirming and moaning in pure bliss.
His flat belly hit the curve of her ass as he burrowed up into the depths of her cunt. She ground around on the fat spike in rapture. Her cunt was sucking on his cock just like her mouth had. The boy marveled that both ends of his mom's body felt the same.
He had fucked her mouth like a cunt, and now her cunt was sucking him like a mouth, making his whole youthful form vibrate and shudder with the sensations.
If Mike had driven down the street at that moment, Belinda wouldn't have seen him. Her eyes were glazed over with a film of lust.
Jake plunged up and in, pumping cunt-juice out of his mother's pussy in a flood. She laid her head back on his sturdy shoulder and tilted her groin so that every precious inch of his hard, pulsating prickshaft was rubbing over her clit as it went in and came out.
She reached down and played with his balls, loving to feel the jism slosh inside the bloated bags. Then she released them, letting them swing in and out like the clappers of a hairy bell.
They were getting so full and solid that they stopped swinging and began to roll.
They thudded into her gooey groin like weighted sandbags, spraying pussy-nectar out.
Belinda was starting to melt now, her clit exploding and her fuck-hole turning to jelly on his prick. His prick sank in like a torpedo launched in a swamp.
"Shoot up my cunt, darling!" she whimpered. "Slime in Mommy, baby!"
Jake shuddered and gasped, rising to the crest, swept up on a carnal tide.
His cumbags went off like a bomb, and his hot sap squirted into his mother's cunthole in a geyser. She felt it splash solidly in her cunt and creamed off again, her cunt-cum swirling out into his fuckjuice.
They both came for a long time, and they came a lot before the last of his jism spurted up her pussy and the dregs of her cunt-cream spilled off.
She slumped over the windowsill and he clung to her, his cock still buried-and still stiff.
"Can we do it again, Mom?" the boy panted in her ear, jolting his cock sinew inside her.
She wanted to, certainly.
But she was worried about interruptions, knowing the terrible frustration of an unfinished fuck.
"Darling-we better not," she sighed. "We might not have time to finish again."
"Aw, Mom! My prick's still hard!" he protested. "You don't want me to have to jerk off and waste it, do you?"
That thought was anathema to the lady.
Then she had a wonderful idea.
Why not go to a hotel?
And, naturally, in that town, she thought about the Old Log Inn.
CHAPTER TEN
Jake was delighted by the idea of going to a hotel, just like a grown-up lover-and of having the whole night to spend in bed with his sexy mother, running the gamut of pleasures in her lips and loins.
Belinda left a note for Mike, explaining that she and Jake had decided to go over to her sister Clara's for the evening and would probably spend the night.
Since she was with their son, Mike would have no reason to be suspicious or doubt her destination, and, anyhow, if he happened to telephone Clara, the woman would have the sense to cover for her with some logical excuse.
Clara was as unfaithful as Belinda was and would realize that her sister was out being unfaithful-although Belinda wasn't sure what Clara would think if she knew that her sister was fucking her nephew.
Probably be envious, Belinda guessed.
Maybe she would really take Jake over to Clara's, one of these days, she thought. It wouldn't be the first time the lusty sisters had shared a man in a threesome.
But for tonight she wanted her son all to himself.
Only it wasn't going to happen that way.
Belinda didn't want her own car to be seen parked at the infamous Old Log Inn, and she decided it would be wiser to take a taxi.
The nearest cab rank was at the bus station and she and Jake walked down there, her pussy squishing at every stride and the front of his pants tented out.
As it happened, the first taxi in the rank was once again chauffeured by a guy with jug ears.
Belinda and Jake got in the back and she instructed him to drive them to the Old Log Inn. He was gulping, not yet fully recovered from the blowjob that he had had in lieu of the fare.
Then he got his second thrill of the night.
The voluptuous lady and the young boy began to neck passionately in the back of the cab.
The driver watched them in the rear view mirror, once again driving recklessly.
They swapped tongues, soul kissing deeply, panting into each other's open mouth. The taxi-cab was permeated by the pungent perfume of hot pussy.
He saw the woman's hand creep down inside the boy's pants, groping his cock.
This lewd lady must be taking the kid to the Old Log Inn for a fuck, the driver surmised. It was driving him green with envy.
She was a cradle robber, he figured, not knowing that she was robbing her own cradle.
Then he found that out.
"Oooooh, Mommy-that feels so good!" the young boy sighed as the woman played with his prick.
And the driver almost fainted.
He dropped them off at the hotel and she paid the fare-with money, which was a shame. He watched them walk away, then drove off, with his cock standing up like a gear shift.
He didn't return to the taxi rank. That lean, jug-eared fellow was much too horny to stay on the job.
He went on home.
His wife was already in bed, eating chocolates, a fat lady with curlers in her stringy hair. She was amazed when her husband jumped aboard and threw a tremendous fuck into her saggy cunt.
She enjoyed it.
But she found it faintly disgusting that he would fuck someone as ugly as she was.
And so, as the fates would have it, a mother and son had arrived at the very same hotel where two other members of the family were already encamped.
Things were coming to a head.
And Merry's head was jerking up and down as Ralph began to inch his prick up her ass-hole. It hurt slightly as his thick cock spread her virgin shit chute out. But the faint tingle of pain only added to the sensations, embellishing the thrill. Ass fucking felt so good that Merry wondered why she had never done it before.
She sure would in the future.
And it felt especially wonderful since she already had a prick jammed up her fuck-hole.
She squatted all the way down on Bill's towering cock, and Ralph slowly burrowed up her ass-hole.
She shoved her ass back and he thrust out and all of his cock sank in.
His balls were jammed tight to Bill's as the two men stuffed her twin tunnels to the brim.
Marry began to grind and pump, fucking away joyously. She pulled her pussy up and down on Bill's prick and drew her shitter up and down on Ralph's.
Those hard cocks were sliding together inside her seething loins, passing like trains in a tunnel. They plunged into her together, then plowed in sequence. Her nubile body was being tossed around between them like a bone being fought over by two dogs.
Merry was in rapture.
She only wished that she had come upstairs with three guys, so that there would be a spare prick to take in her mouth, as well.
They ground tightly together, working in perfect harmony, like some well-oiled fucking machine driven by prick pistons, propelled by phallic fuel.
Ralph's fat cock was almost pulling her shit-hole inside out as he drew out. Then he rammed in and his cockhead sank into her bowels.
He was fucking so deep up her digestive tract that the girl wondered if his cockhead was splashing around in the creamy cab-driver cum she had swallowed before.
Prick sloshed into her fuck-hole and hissed up her shit chute, driving her crazy.
"Oh, shit-I love it! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me up the ass! Fuck me to pieces!" she wailed.
She was already juicing off again.
Her clit was detonating and her cunt was sliming and she felt as if her bowels were creaming as well, her whole body turning into an erogenous zone.
She pounded her pussy down on Bill's prick and whipped her fudge chute back on Ralph's prick, taking one and then the other. The friction was so intense that she thought smoke must be drifting out of her groin, steam pouring from her stuffed shit socket.
Bill humped up so violently that he might have tossed her off the head of his cock if she hadn't been jammed tight on the lever that was up her ass-hole.
He howled and his cock went off like Old Faithful, shooting into her cunt.
An instant later Ralph howled and his steaming enema gushed into her guts.
They filled her twin tunnels to the brim, hosing her with steady squirts. Then Bill slumped back on the bed and Ralph sagged over her haunches.
She was disappointed to feel both of their pricks start to diminish inside her.
Ralph's cock turned rubbery and came snaking out of her ass-hole.
The knob came out like a cork from a bottle, and her vacated shitter stayed open, retaining the shape of his big prick. Jizz and ass juice bubbled out and ran down to join the cunt-cum and spunk in her groin.
Ralph flopped down on the bed, drained.
Merry pulled her cunt off Bill's cock and that spent tool flopped down like a felled tree, the knob bouncing as it hit his belly.
Merry had had plenty-but she wanted more.
She bent down and sucked Bill's glistening cock into her mouth, working industriously. But the prick stayed limp, rolling over her lapper, the head poking into her cheek as the soft shaft bent.
She spat his cock out and twisted around to dive onto Ralph's cock. His prick flavored from her shit chute, was tart and tangy and tasty--but, to her dismay, that cock too refused to rise again.
She moved back, frustrated. "Sorry, baby," Bill apologized. "Yeah-you milked me dry, too," Ralph said.
"Shit! I want more prick," she complained. "I'm still hot and horny!"
They both gave helpless shrugs.
"Well, how about one of you eating me out, then?" she suggested.
It seemed only fair to her. no
But they both blanched.
"Hell, I ain't gonna suck a cunt that's all full of jizz," Bill proclaimed.
"Yeah-what kind of guys do you think we are, lady? We don't eat no used pussy." Ralph added.
She blushed and glared at them.
"Well, how about finding some other guy for me, then?" she said. "Some guy that can keep a hard-on!"
It was all right with them. They were both finished for the night and neither had any reason, obviously, to feel jealous or possessive about this gangbanging girl.
So Bill and Ralph got dressed and, leaving Merry naked on the bed, went down to the bar to see if they could find some other guy who needed a piece of ass.
And naturally, fate being what it is, who should they find at the bar but Merry's horny daddy?
"No shit? That sexy blonde slut?" Mike gasped. "Are you guys serious?" His cock was bucking at the prospect. "Yeah. She's too much for both of us,"
Ralph said. "A real raver!"
"She fucks and sucks-hell, she even takes it up the ass-hole," Bill put in.
"Well, hell, yes-I'll have a go!" Mike enthused.
Bill handed him the room key.
Grinning and walking clumsily, with his hard-on throwing him off balance, Mike left the bar.
And fate was really working overtime.
Jake had hung back by the door and Belinda had gone up to the desk to register. She was no stranger there, having been at the hotel with lots of guys, but she figured a bit of discretion was in order tonight since she was checking in with her own son.
She got the key and went back to where Jake was waiting. They looked around to make sure that no one who knew them might be hanging around the lobby.
And as they looked, who should come out of the bar with a big lump in the front of his pants but Mike.
They both gasped in surprise and looked guilty.
But Mike went over to the elevator without seeing them. He was happily tossing a room key up and down in his hand, and it became evident that he, too, was guilty.
Then she giggled, realizing that, under the circumstances, she could hardly resent her husband's adultery.
They waited until the elevator went up, checking to see which floor it stopped at.
It happened to halt at the same floor on which they, too, had a room.
"Wanna go back home, Mom?" Jake asked.
She considered.
"No-let's go on up and fuck like crazy," she decided. And things were becoming complicated now.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Merry looked up and smiled when the new man walked into the hotel room, then gulped as she realized that it was her own father sent to fuck her!
But he still hadn't identified the painted tart on the bed as his daughter, although her dark, bushy cunt mound told him she wasn't a natural blonde.
The sight of that lovely, naked young body thrilled Mike so much that when he pushed the us door behind him, he didn't notice that he hadn't closed it all the way.
He cleared his throat, running his eyes hungrily over her ripe curves.
"Yourerrrr-friends said that you wanted some action, honey," he rasped.
Merry felt trapped. She didn't dare to speak for fear he would recognize her voice. It left the girl with only two choices. She could shake her head or she could nod.
Sensing her hesitation, although certainly not guessing what the reason was, Mike figured it would be a good idea to show her what he had to offer.
He opened his pants and hauled his prick out.
Merry gasped when she saw how big and stiff her daddy's cock was. She knew it was wicked to even consider having sex with her father, but the charm of incest excited her and his formidable prick was making her cunt smolder and her hot mouth salivate heavily.
As long as he didn't discover who she was and it remained her own dark secret, why not?
Merry smiled and nodded.
Mike removed the rest of his clothing hastily and walked over to the bed.
Behind him, the door was ajar.
Belinda and Jake came down the corridor, looking for the room they had rented. Passing a slightly open door, they both heard Mike Bell's voice.
Mother and son looked at each other and then, at the same time and under the same impulse, they both looked through the crack of the door.
Mike was stripped off and approaching the bed and on that bed a very sexy blonde was waiting. Neither Merry's mother or brother realized who she was.
"You mad at Dad, Mom?" Jake whispered.
"Naw," she said. "He ain't doing nothing I don't do. But we might a well have a peek, huh?"
And so they lurked at the door to watch Belinda's husband-Jake's father-have extramarital sex, not knowing, yet, that they were also spying on incest.
Merry was eager to have all sorts of sex with her big-pricked parent, but she knew that she had to be careful and make sure that he didn't get a good, close look at her face and realize who she was under her make-up and wig.
But that was easy enough to arrange.
He came over and knelt on the bed and Merry dropped her head to his groin immediately. She sucked his cock into her mouth.
All that he could see now was the top of her head in the long blonde wig and she knew that her identity would remain a mystery for the moment.
She nursed on his cock-knob and sighed.
Her daddy's gigantic cock was the most delicious thing she had ever had in her mouth!
It was meaty and succulent and smoking hot, and the taste treat was enhanced by the dark knowledge that it was forbidden fruit that she was savoring.
Kneeling, he placed his hands on her slim shoulders and began to fuck into her face, stabbing more of his prick in on every jolt.
She gurgled and gasped as his enormous cockhead rammed back into her throat. Then she sighed and purred as he drew out and she collared the cock-knob.
She sucked and blew, inhaling and exhaling, worshiping his succulent prick. Pre-cum began to dribble on her tongue and she squealed with joy. It was the same juice that had created her in her mother's cunt, and the girl was starving for more of it.
She knew that with her mouth full of cock, her voice would be muffled and unrecognizable.
"Fuck my mouth, Da-" she moaned, breaking off just in time to keep from identifying him "-darling."
He slogged in steadily, filling the magic mouth of this promiscuous stranger. Her head bobbed down to meet his strokes, swallowing all the way down his cock.
Her chin brushed his balls and her nose snuffled in his pubic bush as her pliable lips plastered themselves to the root of his prick.
"Ahhhhh-I love it! Face-fuck me! Feed me all of your hot, thick slime!"
She relished the taste and savored the texture, longing for the moment when his cock exploded in her maw and the taboo juice came spurting out.
His cock hissed in and her saliva sizzled on it. Drool was spilling down her trembling chin and splashing onto her thrusting tits.
She held his hips, then slid a hand behind him and nudged a finger into his ass-hole. He gasped as she explored his shithole, fingering the tail end of his hard on inside his groin, at the root.
"Daddy!" she moaned.
In horror, she realized what she'd said.
"Sweet sugar daddy," she added, thinking fast and cleverly and glancing up at his face.
She saw that he had not realized that the word was dead accurate.
She pulled her mouth off his prick for a moment and went down to suck his balls awhile, then crisscrossed her tongue up and down the heavily veined underside of his long, thick prick.
She sucked the cock-knob back into her lips.
"Cum-ulphhh! Shoot-gluggggg! Slime my fucking-unghh-mouth!" she babbled, speaking on his cockhead and then sputtering on his stalk as he choked off her pleas.
His cock sank in and his balls rolled up behind like a cum-filled wagon bringing the creamy ammunition up to the breech of his meat cannon.
"Gonna blow off, baby!" he rasped.
"Yeah-yeah-yeah!" she panted.
"It's cummin', kid!"
"Paint my pallet! Whitewash my throat!"
His whole body jerked as his balls exploded, and a stream of slime shot from his cock-knob. Merry gurgled and gasped and gulped it down.
Drinking from her daddy's cock, that naughty daughter was in paradise.
He kept pumping in and spurting off. A jizz jet hit her throat and another splashed on the arched roof of her mouth. It ran like melted wax over her lapper. Spunk spilled from her lips and ran down her chin.
"Ummmm-ahhhh-yummy!" she moaned. "Keep it cummin'! Cream for hours!" The insatiable nymphette gurgled and groaned as she gulped down his plentiful jism.
And it seemed as if he just might keep on cumming all night. Merry had never drank so much cum out of a single cock in her life before. Her father was feeding her as much fuckjuice as the whole basketball team had on the memorable night when they had gang-fucked her face. And his nectar was hotter and creamier and sweeter than she had ever known before. His balls spilled out the ambrosia and she quaffed the succulent stuff down in ecstasy.
At long last he was finished.
A final foaming dose filled her greedy mouth, and he stopped humping, gasping and panting, his balls swinging loose. Merry collared his cock-knob and folded her hand around his prick, frigging up and down to milk out the dregs.
"Jeez-you got some mouth, kiddo!" he grunted. "You damned near sucked my guts out!"
"I love it so," she purred, nuzzling his still fat cock-knob. "I was born to drink jizz!"
She used her tongue to lap up the overflow from his cock and cumbags. As she licked his balls, they began to balloon again immediately. Her father was a lot more potent than Bill and Ralph were together, she guessed, already looking forward to his next load.
She was feeling deliciously depraved now, with a bellyful of her father's fuckjuice. She slipped nimbly around behind him and stuck her tongue up the crack of his ass, savoring his shithole for a tangy dessert.
Her kinky lust thrilled Mike.
It made him wonder what sort of upbringing the girl had had to make her so very naughty.
Merry rimmed and reamed into his taut shit socket. She slobbered into his ass-hole, then sucked her own drool back out, fascinatingly flavored by his shitter.
As she ate out his ass-hole, she reached around his hip and grasped his cock. It was vibrant and iron-hard. Her hand slid down to cup his cum-bags and she was delighted to feel that they were solid and full again.
"Wanna fuck my cunt now?" she rasped huskily, her voice muffled on his fudge slot.
"Yeah, baby." he enthused.
If that slut's cunt were anything like her mouth, he knew he was in for another treat.
He twisted around toward her. She took a slug on his cockhead as he thrust it out. Then he pushed her down onto the bed, belly up.
He was about to mount her missionary fashion.
But Merry knew that would be dangerous. If he had lots of time to gaze into her face as he fucked her cunt, he might see who she was.
She rolled away, avoiding the coupling.
"I wanna sit on your prick," she moaned.
The girl was figuring that if she rode his cock, seated backward on his loins, she could keep him from getting a look at her face.
But, not knowing it, she was also going to give her mother and brother a clear view of the relative relations in that randy rutting position.
Watching the blonde tart sucking Mike off had made Belinda and Jake so hot that they had lost all discretion. They were standing right in the hotel corridor and at any moment another hotel guest might step out of the elevator or emerge from his room. But that danger didn't distract them at all.
Jake had his hand up her skirt, finger-fucking her cunt and stroking her clit.
She slipped her hand down the front of his jeans to play with his cock and balls. Then, as they watched the lewd blonde eating out Mike's ass-hole with such gusto, she opened her son's fly and took his cock out.
She played and fondled, being careful not to start any steady, rhythmic stroking that might have made him shoot off in her hand, not wanting to waste a single drop of her son's precious prick juice.
As pre-cum bubbled from his pisshole she bent down and sucked it off the knob, cherishing the tasty stuff. She was hot to suck and fuck with him again, and they had a hotel room waiting-and yet she was also hot to watch her cheating husband screw his painted tart.
She decided that she could bear to wait long enough to watch the next action, riveted by voyeur's fascination. Watching was a real kick.
But Belinda was never a passive person.
And now she was starting to wonder if maybe it would soon be time for audience participation.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mike stretched out on the bed, his cock standing like a lighthouse over his loins, the cock-knob flashing like a beacon, warning of the rocky shoals below.
The painted tramp that happened to be his own little girl mounted him backward, her ass on his belly, giving the lookers at the door a full frontal view of her sexy, nubile young body as well.
They might have recognized her then, if either had been looking at her face.
But they were both staring at her bouncy tits and juicy fuck-hole.
They couldn't blame Mike for screwing such a lovely girl. Jake envied his father that sweet piece of ass-and Belinda had some deviate yearnings, herself.
She was thinking what a thrill it would be to suck that steaming pussy after Mike had shot it full of cum.
She knew it wasn't the sort of thing that a wife and mother ought to be doing, in front of both her husband and her son, but these were strange circumstances and normal laws of behavior hardly seemed to apply.
Belinda's tongue was sliding out like a lesbian beginning to get a hard-on.
Merry wiggled her ass around on her father's belly and rolled her tummy on his cockshaft as it loomed up before her slim torso.
With his bloated balls jammed in her curly bush, his cock was standing so tall that the heavy purple slab was brushing the slopes of her tits.
She could just imagine what it would feel like when that gigantic prick was up her fuck-hole.
She tilted her cunt up and fitted her own slit to his prick. Then she began to rise up, running her creamy pussy up his cock towards the crown. Cuntjuice poured down his prick as her pussy slid on up.
She took his cockhead into her cunt slot and poised atop his prick, balanced on the knob. Her slim hips twisted as she mopped her cunt on the bulging slab and brushed her swollen clit on the tip.
Her stiff clit poked into his open pisshole as if she were fucking his cock with it.
Then she began to very slowly push her pussy on down his rampant prick.
Inch by inch it sank up her.
Belinda and Jake could see every juicy detail as the veined cock vanished in her coral and cream cunt slot, disappearing inch by thick inch.
She paused with most of it in her, then dropped down and took the rest. His cumbags filled her groin and his prick was buried to the depths, the head flaring in the core of her cunthole and the hard stalk levering around up the clinging tunnel.
Holding it all in, she jerked her hips and spun her pussy around on his prick. Then she began to ride on the saddle of his groin, her slender thighs tensing and rippling as they posted her . pussy up and down.
The vibrant cock sloshed in and her cunt squished juicily, sucking like her mouth had before.
Her ass bounced off his belly, and her tits swung gaily up and down. Her cunt was foaming. What a mouthwatering sight she was providing for the watchers!
Belinda was licking her lips.
Then she licked her son's cockhead.
Each time another gooey glob of preliminary spunk oozed from his pisshole, Belinda ducked down and slurped it up, but even as her tongue worked on her son's flaring cock-knob, her eyes were glued on the gorgeous girl.
And that gorgeous girl was starting to fuck herself on Mike's cock in a frenzy.
She pounded her pussy down as he hammered his prick up, rattling her to the bones. His cockshaft pulled out, soaking with her juice, then plowed in again, spraying more fuck-hole foam from her slot.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck!" she babbled descriptively each time she drove down on his cock.
Her cunt began to melt on his prick.
"Shoot in me! Shoot up me! Ohhhh, shit! Hose me with your sweet spunk!" she gasped.
He bridged, ramming his cock up, filling her fuck-hole to the brim. Her pussy was soaking wet, but the snug walls clung to his cock tightly, keeping the friction hot and steady. Merry had a squeezebox cunt, and she was using it on her daddy's prick with all her skill.
His cock began to beat like a drum.
"Ahhhhh-slime off! Jizz me, lover!" she wailed.
Mike grasped her hips and pulled her pussy down as he thrust his prick up and in.
"Here it cums, kid!" he gasped.
His cum rocketed into her cunt.
Crying out in rapture, Merry pounded her pussy up and down, creaming off and milking his cock. Spurt after spurt sprayed into her fuck box. He was pumping so much spunk into her that she felt inflated.
Her ass heaved up and down on his belly.
The rim cheeks parted and revealed her shithole, and Mike could see thick globs of jizz dribbling out from that tight little socket.
Knowing that this wicked young lady had recently taken it up the ass added to his pleasure.
Even while he was still emptying off in her proper hole, he was thinking that it might be nice to throw an ass-fuck into her, as well. Thinking that he might never see this mysterious stranger again-and still not realizing he saw her every day at the breakfast table-Mike was keen to fuck her in every possible way.
He grunted and ground in and his final geyser burst into her like a fluid skyrocket.
He sank back, groaning and trembling, feeling as if he had shot his blood and bones and brains out through his prick-as if his very life force had spilled into her pussy, his soul melted and transmuted to spunk.
Merry kept on riding his prick as she worked off the last spasms of her own cumming.
Then she slumped over him, still impaled on his cock. The formidable prick was still fat and firm as it filled her fuck-hole and she knew, to her joy, that there was lots more action left in his loins.
But there was more diverse action ahead now. Belinda had watched long enough.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Mike gave a howl of horror when his wife and son walked in and caught him with a sexy blonde woman squatting down on his cock.
Having no idea that they might have come to the Old Log Inn for reasons of their own, he could only assume that somehow they had found out he was there and that they had come to catch him in the act.
What would Belinda do to punish him? he wondered. Move to a separate bedroom? Separation or divorce? Cut his balls off with a carving knife?
"Darling-it's all a mistake!" he squawked.
But he wasn't the world's brightest guy and he couldn't imagine what sort of mistake it could have been for him to wind up in a hotel room with a strange blonde perched backward on his prick.
Merry averted her gaze and had the sense to keep her mouth shut, hoping that her disguise might stand up to this further scrutiny.
But then they realized that Belinda and Jake were both grinning, not looking angry or scandalized in the slightest. Belinda was opening her clothing and she gestured for her son to undress, as well.
"If you're going to have an affair, you rat, we might as well join you," Belinda said.
Mike gaped at her in amazement.
But Merry, who loved orgies and group sex herself, was better able to understand what motivated her mother. The girl figured that maybe she had inherited her own sexual inclinations from that lustful lady.
Belinda didn't fool around now. Determined to enjoy a cluster fuck, she was uninhibited. She got naked and crawled onto the foot of the bed.
Sliding belly down between her husband's widespread legs, she began to lick his balls. His cock was still stuck up Merry, and it lurched and jolted, swelling again.
Jake was stripped off by this time and he moved up, offering his rampant cock to the blonde's face.
She sucked the knob into her mouth avidly, nursing and slurping with glee. Having already sucked and fucked with her father, the depraved little minx had no qualms at all about enjoying some sibling sex.
Her blonde wig tumbled over his loins, hiding her face in a golden curtain. But as she sucked on her brother's cock, she was gazing down into her groin, watching her mother mouth Mike's balls.
She was happy to see that her sexy, voluptuous mom was as enthusiastic and naughty as she was.
Merry began to ride up and down on Mike's cock, sliding her cunt through a couple inches. Belinda shifted up from his cumbags and tongued the veined underside of his thick, glistening prick as it emerged from Merry's pussy.
Then her tongue began to flash and dance against Merry's swollen clit.
Merry moaned, thrilled that her mother was a cuntlapper. It added the thrill of lesbian love to that of all the involved incest, driving her wild.
She was eager to cream off in her mom's mouth and just as keen to go down on the curvy woman, as well. Cunt-lapping between basically heterosexual females is this sort of thing that is always played as a doubleheader.
Mike and Jake were a lot more surprised than Merry was to see that Belinda was a pussy eater. Being men, they didn't realize how common it was for even the most normal, feminine women to enjoy a snack of pussy.
They thought it was depraved.
And it was turning them on terrifically, too.
Belinda slid her tongue up into Merry's creamy cunthole in tandem with Mike's prick. She glanced up to see how this was affecting her son and was pleased to see that his handsome young face was twisted by lust.
She saw that the girl, too, was looking crazed by desire-and found that there was something hauntingly familiar about that pretty, painted face.
But she was too preoccupied with lapping pussy to try to figure it out at the moment.
"Shoot in her, Mike!" she moaned. "Fill her cunt up with spunk so I can suck it out!"
Mike gasped and began to hump up frantically, bouncing the blonde on his thrusts.
Suddenly Jake gasped and Merry sputtered.
Belinda looked up from Merry's groin again, thrilled to see that Jake was creaming the blonde's mouth.
He frigged in, spurting. Milky jism was overflowing Merry's sensuous lips.
Jake emptied his balls off abundantly and staggered back, looking stunned. His cock came sliding from the blonde's wanton mouth, still stiff, bobbing up and down.
Since it didn't seem as if Mike was ready to get his rocks off again right away, Belinda figured it would make a nice appetizer to drink some of her son's spunk out of this lewd girl's mouth.
She rose out of Merry's cunt and licked up her slim, shuddering belly. She dipped into her belly button, tasting a glob of cum in that shallow indentation, then moved on up to her plump, bouncy tits.
Belinda licked the globes and slurped up the smooth, deep cleavage, then sucked on her nipples, shifting from one to the other, making them explode in her lips.
She rose up higher. Merry opened her mouth and they locked lips in a passionate embrace. They French kissed in a frenzy, with Jake's sweet slime running back and forth from mouth to mouth, mixed with saliva.
Why was this stranger's face so strangely familiar? Belinda wondered as she gazed soulfully into the girl's eyes. But still the sordid truth eluded her.
Mike was hammering up savagely and Belinda began to move back down, eager to have her mouth in attendance when he shot his wad off.
She parted her lips wide and clamped them on the girl's cunt, sucking hungrily, mouthing prick and pussy together as Mike plunged in and out.
He snorted and growled like an animal as he surged up to the creamy crest. His cock shot, recoiled, shot again, spraying the juice up her melting pussy.
Merry creamed on his spurting cock, and her cunt-cum joined his jizz. As he pumped in, the combined fluids came pouring from her pussy and Belinda lapped the sweet stuff up with gasps of greedy glee.
Her tongue soaked it up like a sponge.
Mike sank back, his cock and balls spent again. His cock came sliding out of Merry's pussy. It had gone rubbery now, but it was still fat and meaty.
Belinda took it in her mouth and sucked voraciously. She wasn't so much interested in Mike's cock and cum, which she had sampled thousands of times and could always have whenever she liked.
She was more hungry to drink the blonde girl's cunt-cum from his prick. She sucked it all up greedily. Then she let his cock spill from her lips and clamped her mouth on the girl's pussy again.
Merry had just creamed on Mike's prick, but now she creamed again, even more dynamically, as her mother's mouth munched her pussy so expertly.
Cataracts of cunt-cum came spilling from that boiling caldron, filling Belinda's mouth.
She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked, adoring every delicious drop.
"Don't stop, baby! Cream me lots!" she gurgled in that gooey cunt.
Her tongue slurped in to spoon more out from the inner folds as her greedy lips sucked steadily on the slot, milking Merry to the dregs.
Belinda came up for air, glancing at her husband and son to see how they were reacting. Then she dove back into the girl's groin to mop up.
Merry arched and bowed as she ground her cunt around in her mother's face. Each time the teenager thought that she was finished creaming, another great deluge of foaming female cum flowed from her fuck-hole.
Finally she flopped back along the bed, throwing her legs up into the air as the last waves ripped titanically across her slim tummy and shot like electric jolts up her trembling thighs.
Her feet pawed in the air, and her whole nubile body shuddered and quivered as Belinda nursed out the last sweet slime from her pussy.
The cunt-hungry lady used her nimble tongue to gather up errant ribbons from Merry's inner thighs and stray drops from the crack of her ass.
When she was certain that sweet young pussy had finished creaming off, she lifted her head like a glutton pushing away from the dinner table.
She gave Merry a searching look. Merry smiled-then stuck her tongue out. Now that Merry's cunt was satisfied, her tongue was burning for a fuck-hole feast. "Wanna eat now?" Belinda whispered. And Merry wanted nothing more.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Belinda didn't know if this faintly familiar-looking blonde girl had ever sucked off a cunt before, but she sure knew how the female mind worked and that a girl, after she has been eaten out, invariably wants to enjoy the other half of the deviate dining.
It was just human nature.
She took another slug on the girl's cunt, then rolled over and sprawled out along the bed, arching her curvaceous body. Her knees drew up and she parted her thighs wide. Her ass hiked up from the bed.
Merry curled up between her legs and Belinda tilted her cunt up, serving it to the girl.
Merry gazed at that loin lunch for a while before she pounced on it. She was breathing in, inhaling the fumes of that fiery fuck-hole, tantalizing herself by the fragrance and yearning for the taste.
Under the circumstances, Merry would have been hungry to eat any juicy cunt, but the fact that it was her own mother's cunt was driving her crazy.
And she figured it was the safest thing that she could do to keep up her pretense of being a stranger, as well. With her face buried in her mother's pussy, no one would be able to deduce who she was.
Only it didn't work out that way.
Belinda jerked her pussy up invitingly and Merry went down on it, tongue first.
She licked at the unfurled lips and dipped into the slot and lapped at the woman's swollen cut. Her tongue slurped and churned and ladled in her mother's pussy. Merry was going wild. If cunt wasn't as delicious as prick, it was sure as hell the next best thing!
She loved men far too much to ever turn into a lesbian, but she was sure going to lick and suck every cunt she could get her mouth on from now on. With the very first taste, Merry had become a confirmed cuntlapper-and a whole lot of girls were going to benefit from her bisexuality.
She used only her tongue for awhile, then clamped her lips to the cunt and began to suck, too.
Belinda thrashed and churned about, her ass squirming. She clamped her meaty thighs around the girl's head, then threw them open again, letting Merry wallow at will, giving her free rein in her aromatic pussy.
Merry cupped her hands under the firm cheeks of her mother's ass and hiked her higher, her head tilting back, as if Belinda's brimming cunt were a goblet that the thirsty girl was draining to the dregs.
Merry was on her knees now, her blonde head down in Belinda's groin and her trim ass jutting up.
She was concentrating totally on cunt-lapping, but she had also assumed the doggy fucking position in her greedy, cunt-gobbling gyrations.
The opportunity seemed much too good to neglect and her brother knelt behind her ass. He grasped her by the hips and shoved his prick out.
Thinking he was doggy fucking a stranger, he slid his sibling prick up her pussy.
Merry gasped with joy in her mom's cunt as she felt her cunthole fill up with brotherly cock. Now she was getting a double dose of incest!
She twisted her ass as her brother slogged up her cunt from behind and her tongue stabbed as far up her mother's cunt sleeve as it would go.
"Ahhhh-eat me, baby!" Belinda moaned.
She wasn't even jealous that her son was fucking this blonde tart-as long as that magic mouth continued to work its wonders on her pussy.
"Yeah-yeah!" Merry panted into that seething cunt. Her voice was so drStorted by her raging passion that she knew no one would recognize it. "Cream in my mouth! Fuck me like a dog!"
She saw that her daddy had another hammering hard-on, and she wanted more of that, too.
She wanted to suck and fuck with her whole family all through the night-and then make her escape, with none of them the wiser.
But she was about to come unstuck.
As Belinda soared towards the crest, she reached down to grasp the girl's head and grind it in her groin. Her fingers curled in the blonde tresses and she jerked-
And the wig came off.
Startled, Merry raised her head.
"Holy shit!" Daddy gulped.
"Sis!" Jake gasped, as he poured the prick to her, not missing a single stroke despite his surprise.
Belinda was staring down in amazement.
Merry looked sheepish.
But then Belinda smiled.
"Get back down on my cunt, darling," that wanton and wicked woman sighed.
Recognition had only made it more exciting.
Merry dove on her mom's cunt again, and the maternal milk came pouring into her mouth. Realizing that it was her own little girl lunching in her loins had driven Belinda instantly to the crest.
Jake heaved his cock in savagely. The boy, too, was inspired by the discovery. Shagging her like a dog, he howled like a dog and his hot, thick sibling slime came steaming into her fuck-hole in a torrent.
Merry milked her mother off in her mouth and Jake filled that sibling pussy with his brotherly jism and Merry creamed on his cock as she slobbered in Belinda's cunt.
They all drained off together.
But it was so wonderful that they all stayed horny, too. It was going to be a long night at the Old Log Inn.
People who live in glass houses don't throw stones and, everyone being equally guilty, there was no shame or blame or accusations or embarrassment.
When Merry had finished feeding on her mom's cunt, she remained on her knees while her brother pumped the last of his spunk into her cunt.
Then she crawled away, pulling her pussy off his prick and moving to her father. She took his cock in her mouth. She had already sucked and fucked with him, ISO but now that the incestuous truth was out in the open it was even more thrilling. How glad she was that her disguise-like her body-had been penetrated.
Incest was the sort of thing that tended to be ongoing, and Merry knew that from now on she would be frolicking with the rest of her family constantly.
She sucked on Daddy's cock for a while, then lay back to be mounted. He knelt between her slim thighs and, poised to strike, had the grace to glance at his wife-her mother-as if asking permission.
And Belinda approved and encouraged it.
Mike shoved his prick up his daughter's cunt and began to throw a wild fuck'into her. They were both looking to the side as Belinda drew Jake to her loins. Jake coupled with his mother and, side by side on the bed, the family spanned the generation gap in a frenzied foursome.
Swapping around, then all linking up in an intricate clusterfuck, they went at it hammer and tongs, the action so involved and frantic that at times no one could be sure who was fucking whom, which incest cock was in whose mouth.
Naturally, they continued through the night.
But before they linked up again, they left that room and went on down to the room that Belinda had rented. They didn't want to stay in the room that Bill and Ralph had booked, in case those guys returned.
Because the blonde wig was off now.
And the Bell family needed no love from strangers.
