We are proud to present another novel from the pen of Grace Wilkinson who, in her travels has encountered many strange stories. This unusual novel, we have been assured, is based on facts compiled during these extensive travels. Facts which now exist in their original form in Miss Wilkinson's voluminous files. The nature of this work is such that even in today's permissive society, there are some who will be appalled by its unconventionality. Yet millions were shocked by the publication of D. H. Lawrence's Lady Chatterly's Lover a few short years ago who today would wonder why they found so disturbing. So, future readers may look upon the story of this seemingly ordinary American family with the same good humor.
The psychological implications of this book have been relevant to man throughout the ages and studies have shown that this theme is not as unusual as it might appear at first glance. Families and/or members of families with similar outlooks on life have been well documented by psychiatrists, sociologists and anthropologists alike, not only in past societies, but in present ones. In addition, it is common knowledge that some ancient cultures not only condoned such behavior, but made it sacred, an integral part of their lives.
This highly charged novel involves four very special people. The twins, Anne and Paul, about whom the ingeniously contrived plot revolves. Their mother, Stella; and Jason, her wandering husband. It is a well-known fact that when children and parents are separated or households are broken up, aberrations of various types are won't to occur. The personalities of those involved may become warped in the extreme, or may only be touched with neurosis.
We leave it up to the reader to decide just which case applies to the Hollinger family, a family whose members become embroiled in a contagious whirlwind of incest. For far from for seeing a tragic ending to their story, the family at the end of the story seems ready to conquer the world. If, as Miss Wilkinson's novel suggests, such outwardly innocent family groups do exist, what strange horrors, or delights may be in store for society? You may draw you own conclusions. Let it be noted, however, that where once James Orwell's 1984 seemed a preposterous fantasy with all its dubious accompaniments, it is all but upon us.
We consider it a rare privilege to be able to offer this exciting work for publication, and look forward to Miss Wilkinson's future work with great anticipation.
THE PUBLISHERS
Chapter 1
"I'd sure love to get inside your panties, honey!"
Stella Hollinger looked across the dinner table in disgust. Another date had turned out to be a drunken bore! What a drag! She had been looking forward to getting out of the house and going out to a nice dinner in the city, but now it was all ruined, and she figured that, at best, she'd have an embarrassing fight on her hands before she got home that night to the kids. For a while after she had separated from her husband, Jason, she'd had a steady boyfriend, but eventually he had moved to another state and that had been that... so now, even though she hated to admit it, she was in the market for an escort, at least... a lover, maybe, if someone acceptable appeared.
"Why don't you have some more coffee, Joe?" she asked, patting his hand across the table. Joe leered and grabbed her small hand, holding it fast in his and stroking the palm with one finger.
"God!" Stella thought, "no one's done that to me since I was in grade school!" As a matter of fact, she mused as her thought drifted back, Jason had done that her while they were still in high school in Redondo Beach. He had done that the night they had conceived the kids, for heaven's sakes!
Stella finally managed to extract her hand and she made use of the opportunity to take another sip of her B and B. Good old Jason, she thought ... if only they could have stayed together!
"A pretty little lady like you... Don't deny it.... Chicks need it too.... I mean, you need a man around!" Joe was ignoring his coffee and ordering another drink.
How humiliating! But yes, it was true, she thought, she did need a man around. The kids especially needed a man around... they were at an age where it mattered. She closed her ears to Joe's slurred speech and let a wave of sadness come over her. She wondered what the kids were doing....
* * *
"Oh, Paul, it feels so goooooood!" The girl's voice broke as she uttered a small sigh. "Mmmmmmmm. ..."
Paul's hand slid back and forth beneath her nylon panties, massaging into frothy wetness the delicate hair-lined split between her legs. They were half-sitting, half-sprawling on his bed, and only the small lamp on his night table lit the scene.
Beads of perspiration dotted Paul's forehead as his hand worked among the sensitive folds of Rita's pussy. It was the first time he had touched a girl there, and, although he had imagined it many times, he had still been unprepared for the actual feel of it. It was so warm, so wet, and so alive! His cock bulged up between his legs, the blood surging to the reddened tip, a dull ache commencing in his loins. He knew that this was it... he was going to go all the way. He was sure that Rita would let him. ... All the boys had told him about what she was like... how she would get all wild and crazy out of her head and let them do all sorts of things to her.
So far though, she had been gentle, letting him advance slowly, only half-heartedly pushing his hand away from time to time. It had been easy ... very easy! But now she was wriggling beneath his hand, her pussy streaming with sticky liquid as she worked her hips up and down to make stronger contact with his fingers. She was prop-ping herself up with her arms behind her on the bed, her long, black hair mussed and flowing out behind her, head tilted back, eyes half-closed so that the fringed eyelashes fluttered over her slightly visible pupils.
"Bedroom eyes," he thought... "Boy-oh-boy!" His hands moved about cautiously... seeking out the tiny orifice that he knew had to be there somewhere, and then suddenly his finger slipped into the hot opening.
"Oooooooooh! Rita cried, and let herself fall back onto the bed. Suddenly her legs were kicking out, her entire torso squirming, skewering down onto Paul's finger. Her tiny mini-skirt was up around her waist and her big breasts bobbed precariously up out of her drawstring blouse.
Paul's cock gave a jerk and one hand flew to the rounded orbs of jiggling flesh, while the other wormed still higher into the young girl's vagina. He knew that Rita was only fourteen, while he was a full year older than she, and yet, the girl had had ten times as much experience as he... probably with older guys, too, he figured. Well, he wasn't going to let her know that this was the first time for him... not if he could help it.
"Aaaaaaaaaah!" Rita cried out as he jabbed his finger all the way up, twisting it and turning it around inside her. "AAAAAAAAhAhAH! .... Oh, Paul..." she gasped... "fuck me, Paul... fuck me now! Let's do it, Paul!"
Anne turned over in her bed, her eyes opened wide because of the startling sounds that had just awakened her. Her bed was up against the wall of her twin brother's room, and she knew the noise was coming from there.
Her short nightgown clung to her gently rounded figure, moist from the hot summer night and the sea air that seeped in from the ocean nearby. Her budding breasts had reached their apex that summer, growing to a ripe, plump size so that she fairly burst out of last year's clothes and experienced strange discomforts when her growing nipples brushed against their now too tight coverings.
At first she had been sure she was dreaming, but as the sounds persisted, it became clear that it was all too real. The knocking against her wall was most assuredly Paul's bed-board.
"God! What was he doing?" Even as she asked herself the question, she knew the answer. She had seen how her twin had been looking at girls recently and it disturbed her. They had always been so alike, doing everything together, going every place together, and now, suddenly, she found herself excluded from many of his plans... relegated to the background while he went off with his buddies to talk about girls. And now it had finally happened, what she had been dreading all these weeks. Paul was in there with a girl!
Anne scrambled up and got out of bed rushing to the door that separated her room from Paul's. Her room was set between her brother's and her mother's and she knew that Paul was daring this nocturnal meeting because he knew that mother was out on a date and would be for some time. The sneak!
Her long blond hair tumbled down as she got up, cascading to her smooth creamy shoulders, and as she hesitated, barefoot at the door, she would have appeared like a child, were it not for the abundant new curves that adorned her fresh lithe body.
"Give it to me! Harder! Harder!"
Biting her lip, Anne could stand it no more, she would have to open the door and chase the girl out, giving her a good kick. ... How dare she!
But when she cracked the door and peered into the room, she was so taken aback by what she saw that she couldn't move a muscle.
"Oooooh!" Rita moaned, hitching herself up still higher, her legs jackknifed around Paul's naked back, pulling him into her straining crotch with determination.
"Ooooh... yeah! Yeah!" Her naked breasts heaved on her chest, bobbing about to the indecent rhythm of Paul's thrusts as he beat his hard, glistening young cock into her widespread cunt with ever increasing fervor.
Anne sucked in her breath as she observed the expression on her brother's face. That face, so like her own, was now contorted in a lewd expression that she hardly recognized.
Paul's mouth gaped open wide as his fingers dug into the fleshy cheeks of Rita's behind. The light from the lamp cast a clear yellow glow on the copulating figures and Anne could clearly see her brother's thick, boyish cock advancing and re-treating from the suction-like clasp of, of Rita's hungry cunt. It was like a hideous dream too terrible to be true... too cruel to make any sense at all. Anne stood frozen by the shocking scene being enacted before her, every sinew in her young body tensed, her hand clamped around the doorknob, unable to move one way or the other. She thought surely at first that they would see her, discover her standing there like an idiot watching them at their wicked lovemaking, but then it became clear that neither of them could see anything...
Paul's eyes were glazed over with lust and Rita's were closed in tightly, her face screwed up, wincing and squealing with joy at each powerful jab of Paul's cock.
"Oh, my God," Anne thought... "what can I do?" She knew she had to stop this girl from making her brother do this... keep her away from Paul... and yet she remained there, eyes glued to the strangest sight she had ever seen. Oh, she recognized Rita alright... she had seen her hanging around with all the older boys at school. Somehow in the back of her head Anne had always known that one day her brother would have girlfriends, but she had been able to convince herself that she would be ready for it when the time came. But she had expected nothing like this, nothing like this obscene sight of her naked brother groaning and moaning like an animal in pain, forcing his penis into the squirming mass of flesh before him. His blond hair fell forward into his eyes and sweat now dripped from his body down onto Rita's belly. He was pulling the girl up by the buttocks, separating and clenching the round white thighs as he plunged his cock deeper and deeper into the abyss of her gyrating vagina.
The wet walls sucking wildly at his cock, torturing the sensitive head, holding on as he withdrew, advancing as he plunged into the pit of Rita's cervix. So this was fucking! This was what he had been missing all these years! God, it was good!
"Oh, it's too much, baby... it... is... so... gooood!"
Anne watched openmouthed, her own body now covered with perspiration as she peered into the open slit of the door, listening acutely to every sound, drinking in every word... pierced to the center of her being by what she was witnessing. The darkness of her room seemed to close in around her, and nothing in the world existed but the sight before her. Her softly rounded stomach tightened, a tight coil seemed to form within her, winding about her internal organs, holding her motionless, powerless, and yet she knew that she had begun to tremble all over and that she was crying. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she could not brush them away.
Anne watched, as though mesmerized as her brother's muscular body, so hard and wiry from surfing, reared back, extracting his long, hard penis from the depths of Rita's cunt. She could see it clearly, her eyes wide with amazement. It was so big! The bulbous head seemed hot and swollen and the entire instrument gleamed with the sticky fluids that covered it. His penis seemed outsized for his boy's body and yet Anne felt there was something magnificent about it, something beautiful about her brother's nakedness. Oh, she had seen him nude many times, but never like this... never like this at all! Even through her horror, a tiny seed of pride was implanted in her mind... that this young, godlike creature was her own brother... her twin! But this moment was short-lived, for his breathing was coming thick and heavy now and she could see that he was having trouble containing his emotions.
"Aaaaaaaaaaah!" he cried out... "I'm... I'm cumming!"
Paul had plunged back inside Rita's turbulent pussy, letting his cock sink in to the hilt, his balls slapping hard against her tight, young, upturned ass.
Anne thought sure she would faint, and she felt a strange emotion grip her. Moisture seeped slowly from her tensed genitals, creeping down her naked thighs. Her thighs were tightly clamped together pressuring the small tufted vee between her legs so that the tiny bud of her clitoris was rubbed up against the soft, moist pillows of flesh that surrounded it. Anne felt the blood draining from her head, and swirl downward, down between her legs, and as her brother's cock rammed mightily into the young girl's cunt, she heard him emit a long wail of pleasure that seemed to fill every crevice in her brain. She wanted to scream... it was building up inside her with nowhere to go. Rita was mouthing obscenities, jerking and twitching in her final spasms as Paul spewed forth his copious sperm implanting it high up inside her convulsing cunt. Hungrily, Rita was squeezing her muscles still tighter, straining to receive every drop of sperm from, her young lover, her legs splayed out and folded tightly around Paul's back, red-painted toenails shining incongruously as her toes flexed and curled nervously.
Anne could see her brother's sperm flowing out from the pink ragged edges of young Rita's semen drenched pussy, while Paul uttered a low gurgle and instead of ceasing his attack, continued pushing his thick rod in and out of the quivering belly so recently filled with his cum.
Before Anne even realized it, her hand was between her legs, her fingers were touching her own moist cleft, parting the pale gold pubic hairs and grazing teasingly inside the untried outer lips. An electric like shock ran through her and she was forced to lower herself to the floor.
"Oh, no..." she thought. "What am I doing... what am I doing?"
But she couldn't stop now. Her entire body was in the grip of something new and strange, some-thing that had only been hinted at before, when she had gone out on an occasional date with a boy and he had kissed her... kissed her and tried to do more... but of course she never let them. But this was entirely different from those slight thrills she had experienced.
She was no longer herself, there on the floor beside the cracked door. Lewd sounds were once more reaching her ears, and now with each grunt of her brother's voice her hands moved swiftly among the soft, untried folds of her burning young pussy. A loud slapping of her brother's belly against Rita's assaulted her eardrums, resounding sonorously through the air. In desperation Anne's toes curled and uncurled, and her long legs tensed and un-tensed as her buttocks rocked from side to side on the cool floor. Since she never wore any panties beneath her nightgown, there was no obstruction to her hand. Odd thoughts passed through her mind as strange images appeared behind her tightly closed eyelids and in some unearthly way, the pleasure her brother was getting was transmitted to her, his flesh was her flesh, his excitement was hers. She seemed to feel his thick prick inside her and sometimes it was she who had the prick, she who was fucking Rita!
Stella watched as Joe paid the check. She seemed to have been in the restaurant for days... it would be good to get some fresh air. Even though Joe had turned out to be a creep, it was nice to be dressed up, to be seen in a smart restaurant and to have a meal that she herself hadn't cooked for a change. Her job in San Diego didn't give her the opportunity to afford many such outings on her own, even though she was a highly paid executive secretary. When the check finally got into the bank, there was usually just enough to pay the bills for her and the twins... The rent on the house down by the beach was high, but she thought it important that the children have a nice place to live.
"O.K., baby... let's stop off at the Pink Grape-fruit before we go home... It's right around the corner from my apartment in case you change your mind about what we were talking about before!"
They left the restaurant and the cool summer night air drifted into their faces. Stella felt suddenly refreshed... yes, she would like to go to the Pink Grapefruit... It was still early ... and she knew that she would in no way be obligated to go to Joe's apartment with him afterwards. There was a floor show there and she knew she would enjoy it. Besides, she looked particularly pretty that night, she thought, and it seemed a shame to waste it on just Joe. They walked slowly to the parking lot where Joe had left his blue Mustang, and Stella felt the breeze slip underneath her short skirt, cooling the area that was covered by a pair of flimsy panties.
"Get inside my panties, indeed," she thought, remembering Joe's crude remark. "I'm not that desperate, yet!" And yet she knew that it would be nice to go to bed with someone and soon. Just because she was the mother of teenagers was no reason for her to start acting like an old lady! As she lowered herself into the car, she scanned Joe's ruddy face again. He had seemed so charming when she met him at the office ... a little like her husband Jason... She shook her head as if to shake out the unwanted thoughts. It was the second time tonight she had thought of Jason... she wondered what that meant. Maybe he was going to be back in town soon. ... The thought that she might be seeing him again soon sent a shiver through her body. Goose bumps formed along her naked arms and beneath her low cut dress the nipples that crowned her full, buxom breasts stiffened perceptibly. Joe climbed in beside her and began to back the car out of the lot.
What a fool I am, she thought... still in love with him after all this time. She hadn't seen him in three whole years now. The twins had still been children... now they were more like adults ... sometimes they even seemed older than she was!
A hand fell heavily on her knee as the car turned a corner and headed out toward the edge of town where the nightclub was.
Paul stroked his prick tenderly as he stood above the spread-eagled girl on his bed. He had fucked her three times already and still his young virulent cock was begging for more... one more time. ... Rita issued a little moan of pleasure and he could see a quiver in the tendons of her full thighs.
"How about one more time?" he asked, pleased and proud that he had given Rita a little more than she had bargained for.
"Oh, no, Paul... no... honey, I'm sore ... I'll come back tomorrow night, O.K.?"
"No. Let's try one more time... I won't hurt you... see, I'm not as hard as before!"
Rita looked up skeptically, but Paul didn't wait for an answer. He lunged forward and without hesitation plunged his once-virgin prick deep into Rita's pink cunt. The fluted edges of her vaginal lips spread to accommodate Paul's thick, hard penis. He had lied, it was every bit as hard as before, and this time was going to be the best he was sure! A low mewl of supplications began to stream from Rita's lips as her well-filled pussy gobbled up every inch of the plunging cock. Her passion seemed even greater than before as she felt the swift, sure strokes of Paul's cock stab into her womb with a steady pressure. Each time he withdrew, an obscene sucking noise followed his penis and the copious sex fluids he had already spent into the willing girl's burning pussy trickled between her legs, disappearing into the crevice of her soft, squirming buttocks. Paul's strong hands were manipulating her bouncing breasts massaging them and pulling at them as he bore down onto her with all his weight. The smooth velvet sheath closed around Paul's cock like a tight glove squeezing at him, sliding.
"Oh, God!" he thought... It was better than anything he had ever imagined... too good to be true. He was elated that he would have this pleasure to look forward to for the rest of his life if he was lucky. As his wet, perspiring chest smacked down onto Rita's breasts and his belly rubbed against her belly, he clamped his mouth down onto hers, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. She rotated her hips up and around letting his big cock slide against the sides of her vaginal walls. She was jerking up toward him, her entire body shaking with lust as an overpowering orgasm spread throughout her system moving fast and hard, like being hit by a freight train.
* * *
"Mmmmmmmmm... Ooooooooh... nnnngh!" Anne cried out, muffling the sound at the end with one hand while the other rubbed slowly at the tormented little patch of sex between her now widespread legs. The sensation hadn't stopped yet, not yet. Thrills were still racing up and down her body, her breasts were tensed and aching, the nipples taut against her nightgown. The wet of her secret flesh rolled beneath the fingers of her still rubbing hand, the tiny red bud of her clitoris had become enlarged beneath her frantic manipulations, and. stuck up from the silky folds of her blonde triangle, a tiny mountain of pure joy, nestled cozily there, un-thought of until now. She was totally lost, sunk in an abyss of delight that nonetheless created a creeping sense of guilt and shame that advanced as quickly as the shattering sensations of pleasure receded.
Had they heard?
She pumped up and looked through the small opening in the door, only to see her brother's back, spread out on Rita's prone form. Rita's legs stuck out below him, falling ungracefully to either side of his body and his face was buried in her long black hair.
They had heard nothing of her cries, their own had occupied them so much, she realized. Then the full realization of what she had just done enveloped her and the lewd scene before her dissolved as bitter tasting tears welled up and trailed down her face and into her mouth. She was more ashamed for herself than she was for Paul. Paul was a man after all, or he soon would be, but there was no excuse for her... none! She had violated herself, masturbated shamelessly on the floor like, like... she didn't know what! And the pleasure she had received... Oh, God, the pleasure... a violent shiver went through her and she closed her door softly and ran back to her bed. Jumping under the covers, she pulled them up over her head.
God, it had felt good! Why had it felt so good, when it was such an awful thing?
She remembered having seemed to feel what Paul had been feeling and this confused her even more. What thoughts to have, what strange feelings! Her body still quaked with emotion beneath the covers of her bed. No further sounds came from Paul's room and yet she seemed to still hear the low, unearthly gurgle coming from her brother's throat, seemed to feel his thick rod deep in-side her the way it had been inside Rita. Her vagina pulsed high up inside sending forth messages to her brain for further satisfaction... messages that she immediately rejected... wasn't what she had done bad enough? And what about Paul? How would she ever face him in the morning?
Chapter 2
Anne held her breath. The morning sun was streaming in the deck window, directly onto the dining room counter illuminating the coffee and toast in front of her. She had heard her brother's door open and close and she knew that soon she would have to say hello to him, look him straight in the face. If only it were simple! If only she could accuse him, and ball him out... it would all be easy ... but she knew that in good con-science she couldn't be unfair to her brother... not when she herself had indulged in something equally terrible if not more so. She dunked a piece of her toast in the coffee, a habit which her mother found particularly distressing, and took a nibble of it, squirming slightly on the high stool that faced the kitchen nook. She was already wearing her bathing suit... she and Paul usually went out for a swim first thing in the morning and in the afternoon they would go surfing further down the beach where all the kids met. But it was already almost 11:3o and she didn't know if Paul would feel like going out after his long night... she wasn't so sure she felt up to it either. She had covered her suit with a short terry cloth wrap that had a hood, not wishing to be as totally exposed this morning as she usually was. The brief bikini that hugged her taut youthful flesh left little to the imagination, and, although she had rarely thought about it before, this morning she did.
"Man... look at that sun!" Paul exclaimed. He took two large Groucho Marx type steps up to Anne whose back was still turned to him and his two hands pinched her waist on either side. "Gotcha!" he yelled playfully.
Anne whirled around, her face coloring rapidly. "Paul! That is not funny! I could have spilled coffee all over myself!"
"So what? You didn't, did you? Jeez, what a grouch!" He ambled around the counter and opened the icebox to see what he could have for breakfast!
"I'm starving!" he said. He felt good, although his penis had been slightly sore when he woke up in the morning, the memory of Rita squealing under him like a stuck pig caused his spirits to rise considerably. What a night! Today he was a man in every sense of the word. He could hardly wait for Rita's promised return visit that night. He had awakened that morning with all sorts of new ideas that he wanted to try out right away. He removed an apple from the refrigerator and stood munching it, still hanging on the open door, looking for something else.
Anne sat glumly watching her brother's slender, well-defined back. He was a deep mahogany color like she was, and his bright swim trunks accentuated his tan. The shock of blond hair that grew raggedly down his neck and fell into his eyes gave him a raffish look that she always liked.
Anne turned her eyes away when she felt a wave of resentment pass over her, and yet she couldn't say anything, couldn't even hint at any-thing. Perhaps later in the day she would find an opportunity, but it was much too embarrassing now! She shifted her weight on the stool and as she did so she realized that there was a definite moistness between her legs. She downed the rest of her coffee and jumped down, the cold water would refresh her, take her mind off the whole thing, she hoped.
"Hey... are you going out already?" Paul looked after his sister, a half-eaten banana in his hand.
"Already? It's only noon... that's all!" Anne pulled open the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the deck.
For the first time Paul really thought about Anne. He supposed this new development was going to change their relationship some. Then he wondered if she might have heard... after all, they were making a lot of noise. He hadn't even thought about it at the time.
"Hey, Sis! How'd you sleep? You seem awfully grumpy!" He walked toward the sundeck where Anne stood looking out at the beach.
Anne turned and looked into her brother's eyes. It was like looking into her own. They were virtually the same. The same deep blue color, the same shape, fringed with long lashes. She felt her stomach turn to jelly as she answered him.
"You know I always sleep well... just like you!"
"Yeah, I guess so," he answered thinking that still and all she was acting kind of funny. "Mom still asleep?" he asked.
"Yes, she must have come in really late last night. She's usually up by now." Anne turned her face into the sea breeze, letting the sound of the waves breaking on the shore lull her. "She was out with someone new again last night," she added. "I'm going in... are you coming?"
She began to run down the wooden steps that led to the beach, throwing off her beach robe as she ran.
Paul stood watching her a moment as she start-s off running in the pale sand. His sister's buttocks jiggled as she ran, scarcely covered by the bright red material of her bathing suit, and when she turned to see if he was following, the fullness of her breasts met his eyes as if for the first time. Surely he had looked at her before, he thought, as, embarrassed, he turned his eyes away. Then he started down after her.
Stella stirred in her bed and yawned. She could tell she had slept late by the way the sun shone through her window. She supposed the kids were down on the beach by now. She sat up, and shook her tangled curls away from her face, determining to get her hair cut that week. As she sat up, her bare breasts appeared above the covers. She never wore anything when she slept, it seemed too confining.
To even an unpracticed eye, it would have been clear that Stella had been the embodiment of her teen-age daughter only a few short years ago... and now at thirty-one she was a grown woman in her prime, with glowing healthy skin and a voluptuous figure that made less endowed friends weep. And yet there was something missing. She worked hard, always staying late to get the much needed overtime pay she needed for her family, and when she did go out on weekends she always felt a kind of determination to have a good time as if to make up for the long hours she expended at her job.
Stella got out of bed and stretched, her large breasts rising in front of her as her arms were lifted above her head. The golden hairs of her sex jutted out in wild profusion from her pubic mound as she walked toward the door leading to the living room and peered out. Not a sound.
They must be at the beach, she mused, walking naked out into the living room. She had to have a cup of coffee before her pounding head forced her back to bed.
The bright California sun shone upon her nakedness as she sat in a butterfly chair, warming herself to face the day. She did not expect the children for some time, they usually spent most of the whole day at the beach on weekends... and even if they did come in, it wouldn't be the first time they had seen her nude. She didn't believe there was anything to be ashamed of about the human body and she had tried to raise her children the same way, although she had noticed that Anne seemed to be going through a slightly prudish phase. She supposed it would pass. The sun felt wonderful, like an intimate lover, burning into her soft, exposed flesh. Stella closed her eyes and began to think back on her date the night before. Too bad Joe drank so much, she thought... he really did get obnoxious. But at least the show had been fun. Stella made a little face to herself as she remembered that Joe had made good his promise to get into her panties before she had gotten home that night. But that was as far as it had gone, thank goodness. The last thing she needed was a drunken lover! But before he had let her out of the car, parked up on the ridge above the house, he had managed to pin her back against her seat. She had struggled just enough to let him know she was serious, but after all she wasn't going to scream and have the neighbors come running to her rescue... the situation wasn't that serious. And yet, she had been distinctly annoyed when his large, beefy hand had squeezed past her resisting thighs and two fingers had reached under her panties to slide roughly over her clitoris and then plunge a short distance into her vagina. She had been more annoyed than she could have ever imagined by the startling enjoyment it had given her. It had been a long time, she realized... too long! But she had defended her honor admirably anyway. When it happened, she wanted it to be something real... something like what she had felt with Jason... Jason... her thoughts drifted to the last time she had seen him. God, they had made love all night the night before he sailed. A professional sailor... she had to fall in love with one of those "By the time I get to Phoenix - Wild Goose" types... ah, well, she sighed, turning her tanned body slightly so that part of her peaches and cream-colored nether cheek was ex-posed to the warmth of the sun. She dozed off slightly, her thoughts turning to dreams, and in the dream, Jason was caressing her buttock, just where the sun was touching it.
* * *
Anne spent the day in a daze. It was hot, and the water felt wonderful, her brother almost seemed like his old self and, on occasion, she had almost felt as though nothing had happened the night before. Most of the time though she remembered clearly enough and eventually she had to leave; preferring to be back home than surfing and watching her brother gossiping with the fellows. There was also a chance that Rita might be there and she knew she wouldn't be able to take that.
"See you at dinner, Paul ..." she said, shaking her wet hair out. They had been lying side by side on the beach browning after a long swim in the cold water. "I don't feel up to the crowd today... you stay and have fun." She stood up and adjusted her bathing suit top, covering the tip of one nipple that had been showing.
Paul was looking up at her, squinting in the sun, and he saw that she noticed his glance. The image of her brother's thick cock seemed to bob in front of Anne, as she blushed a deep crimson, turned, and ran up the beach toward the house. Paul looked after her, confused, unable to stop looking at her long brown legs, the slender waist set off by his sister's full breasts and hips. He couldn't help comparing her to Rita, although he knew he shouldn't and the comparison was favorable.
He turned over in the sand, putting his face down on his arms, letting his back get as much exposure as his front. He'd go down the beach a little later on... it was just as well that Anne had gone home, he might just like to be alone today. The better to think about last night and to plan for tonight. It was Saturday, and he was sure that his mother would be going out. Rita would come by again... he was sure that she had been pretty impressed with his performance. His cock began to grow hard, as his thoughts be-came more explicit, expanding beneath his trunks against the warm sand.
He shifted a little to the side, and then back again, as Rita once more whispered to him, "Let's do it Paul... lets do it!" He remembered how they had both hurriedly undressed and then how Rita had lain back with her legs spread wide, her gaping pussy pink and wet, waiting for him to enter it. "Oh, man!" he exclaimed, pushing down slightly so that his cock was compressed against his body. God, it felt like being inside that pussy again, he thought, pushing again. And then the swirling sensations caught him unawares and se-men was rushing from his testicles, traveling the length of his cock, and piercing pleasure was spreading through him, mastering him, and relieving him.
An image of his sister's dark nipple flashed across his mind just at the apex of his orgasm and he lay exhausted and panting quietly, his head turned to one side, watching the house in the distance and the small figure of his sister climbing the steps to the deck.
* * *
"Mom! What are you doing just lying there like that? Why anybody could come in and find you... naked!" Anne sputtered, completely taken aback by the sight of her mother sprawled loosely, asleep in the butterfly chair.
Stella got up and went over to the hook on the deck wall where all the extra robes usually were hung. Putting it on, she frowned slightly.
"Well, I'm sorry..." she said. "I didn't expect you back so soon. And I don't expect just anyone to come walking in either!"
Anne went to the refrigerator, taking out a package of hot dogs and throwing three into a frying pan. "Well, for heavens sakes!" she said. It wasn't enough that she had to go through all this with Paul. Now her mother had to start her nudist bit again! In a few moments the hot dogs were ready and she sat disconsolately munching on them, gazing out toward the ocean. Stella had begun to fix brunch for herself silently when Anne suddenly felt sorry that she had spoken so harshly to her mother.
"Did you have a nice time?" she asked, still munching on part of her hot dog. "Last night, I mean."
"Well, Joe Campbell has a tendency to like his booze a little too much for my tastes, but I saw a wonderful new singer at the Pink Grapefruit and one of those new groups... I think one I've heard you mention, the Flying Duck... or some-thing like that."
"Yes, that's right..." Anne perked up. "Gee, I wish I'd seen them!"
"Well, it wasn't quite worth putting up with Mr. Campbell's company, honey, but I guess all in all I didn't have a bad time."
Anne looked at her mother appraisingly. Boy, she was beautiful, she thought. Too bad there wasn't somebody around who would really appreciate her. She wondered what her mother would think about Paul's experience the night before... and her own! She'd probably tell her it was all perfectly natural... nothing to be ashamed of, for heaven's sake!
"Are you going out again tonight?" she asked suddenly.
"Why yes, I'm going to a party in the city... that'll give me all day Sunday to recuperate and then back to the old grind early Monday morning!"
"You shouldn't have to work at all!" Anne murmured.
"Well, of course not... nevertheless I do... at least until something else comes along." Stella smiled to herself as she turned on the blender that she had filled with a healthful mixture of Tiger's milk and orange juice. As she cracked an egg into the frothy mixture, Anne exclaimed, "Ugh!" and got up from the canvas covered couch, leaving a wet mark from her bathing suit.
"I'll see you later... I'm going for a walk," she said, strolling out the front door.
"No surfing today?" Stella called after her.
"No..." Anne called back, already climbing the steep hill that led away from the house up to the main road. She hoped to be able to stay away from the house long enough so she wouldn't have to face dinner with Paul and her mother. ... The way she felt she dreaded ever seeing her brother that night, dreaded the time when she was certain Rita would come again.
* * *
"Kneel up!" Paul commanded as he stared wildly down at Rita's white buttocks. He could see the tiny opening of the pussy that he had plundered so well the night before, the fringe of soft pussy hair stuck out in straggly wisps as Rita knelt upon the bed, her knees spread wide apart. It would be fun to do it this way, Paul thought, having seen the position in pictures before. He approached the target of his lust, his blood-filled penis well in hand. He had pulled the thick fore-skin back so tightly that the long cock strained against the taut pressure and the tip already gleamed with anticipating moisture.
He reached around her back, grabbed the swinging tits that seemed to be waiting for his touch and pushed.
"Aaaaaagh! Oh Paul, you're hurting me... it's too deep! Don't!" Rita tried to push him away, but it was too late. Paul had no intention of letting go now. It felt too good. His long thick cock buried to the hilt inside Rita's struggling pussy, all smooth and snug against his driving cock.
* * *
"Ooooooooh!" Anne moaned piteously... her fingers seemed possessed. It was certainly not her mind that was directing them as they seemed to respond to the sound of her brother's voice, the strange sight of his obscene intercourse with Rita. She had been watching for a long time now, her body quaking with fear and shame. Once Paul had looked in the direction of the slightly cracked door and she had been sure he had seen her, but then he continued just as before, completely engrossed in his lewd task. Her hands had moved of their own accord. While she stood there, legs slightly spread, they trailed along the protrusions of her breasts, testing the stiff hard tips, and then slid to her belly, and below, curling in the sensual pit of her quivering mound. Jerking spasmodically, eyes rolling back in her head, the fingers had continued and throughout her lower belly an acute stab of pleasure spread its heat.
The next night Paul had Rita meet him outside, since he knew that Stella would be home, and, also, he was beginning to worry that Anne might overhear them, heavy sleeper or no. He had imagined the night before that her door was slightly ajar, but the next time he looked it was closed. No sense taking any more chances, he figured, just to have the comfort of a bed.
The beach was dark, there being no moon that night and the waves crashed on the shore with their monotonous drone as Paul walked up to the appointed spot where he knew Rita would be anxiously waiting for him.
His sweatshirt kept him warm enough, but he would be glad to reach the cove, sheltered by rocks where he planned to explore Rita's willingness still further. He pushed to the back of his mind his concern about the way Anne had been acting that day... he knew that she was upset be-cause they hadn't been as close recently, and he resolved to do something to change that as soon as he could. Meanwhile, Rita would be waiting!
Anne stood at the window looking over the deck, in the dark living room. She had heard Paul go out and she knew that he was meeting Rita on the bench. At first she thought of going after them, but then she realized that the risk of being seen was too great. She would have to remain behind, knowing all along what was going on, or rather not knowing what new depravities her brother would have invented. Bitter tears sparked in her eyes and anger caused her to pound her fist against the glass, but not wanting to awaken her mother, she soon stopped and went back to her room.
She trembled beneath the sheets, feeling more alone than she had ever been. Sweat covered her forehead as she stared into the darkness. The effort of keeping her hand away was too great. The whole thing was just too much for her. How could anyone ever expect her to stand up under it.
"I must be going crazy," she thought, and some-how that thought reassured her, making her think that she was not responsible for her actions. She was, in a small measure, released from the terrible burden her burgeoning lust created, and her fingers moved quickly, without hesitation to the damp between her legs.
The burning cavern of her vagina ached with un-fulfillment as her fingers tried to enter the virgin opening.
"Oh, Paul!" she gasped, "Paul!" as her finger slipped lewdly into the tight ring of her cuntal flesh.
Chapter 3
The nightclub smoke swirled about the large room as the band played three numbers loud and clear and then took a break. Stella had finally found a man she liked. She smiled across the table 'at Steve Laraby as he took the opportunity to squeeze her hand again. He certainly was good looking! She had been out with him several times in the past two weeks and each time he proved to be a real gentleman and fun besides. Stella felt a twinge of excitement course through her as he squeezed her hand once more, gently but firmly.
She was beginning to feel the effects of her third Tom Collins and she knew it would be wiser to say no, but when he suggested another, she accepted.
"Well, why not?" she said to herself ... "What's the harm?"
By the time the drink returned, she was almost sure that she had found the new man in her life. The way he looked at her told her that he was completely taken by her charms, and when he held her close as they danced, she was beginning to feel that old merry-go-round dizziness, the tell-tale weakness of her legs when pressed up against his was a welcome feeling. Even while dancing the faster dances, she had found herself gyrating al-most shamelessly, practically asking him to take her. He was tall, with straight sandy hair and level gray eyes, and everything about his appearance added to Stella's feeling of confidence when she was with him.
They danced and drank until the place was ready to close, and Steve had to steady Stella as they left the smoky nightclub.
"Easy there, sweetheart. Don't want you to hurt yourself!" His arm was around her and before they had reached his car, they had reached coward each other in a spontaneous kiss. The whole evening had led to this explosive kiss and Stella's entire being had been geared to it and it seemed completely right.
When Steve released her they were both out of breath and a little embarrassed that they were in plain view of the exciting nightclub customers. "Come on!" Steve said, pulling her toward the ear. "Let's get out of here!"
The car sped through the brightly lighted streets of downtown San Diego and out toward the highway.
"Where do you want to go?" Steve asked huskily. His right hand was pressed against the warmth of Stella's thigh, and her hand was over his, tacitly approving the intimate touch. Stella leaned her head way back, taking a deep breath of the fresh air that streamed over them in the open convertible. She had had much too much to drink, she knew... but right now she didn't care. Every-thing about this man seemed to be right, so why shouldn't she let herself go with him. She couldn't spend the rest of her life as a celibate! Jason might never reappear, for all she knew. Perhaps she would finally get the divorce. She looked curiously over at Steve's profile ... perhaps he would be the man she would marry.
Stella made a quick calculation. The kids would be sound asleep by now. She could invite Steve home without worrying about waking them up. She'd rather do that, she thought, than go any-where else.
"Home... ," she whispered seductively, belatedly answering his question. "Let's go home...."
The single light bulb that lit the steps going down to the beach front house shed little light on their steps as Stella and Steve made their way carefully down. By the time they reached the front deck, they were both giggling, pleased with themselves for having navigated the steep stairs without mishap.
"Won't we wake the kids?" Steve asked in a stage whisper.
"They sleep like stones," Stella answered, opening the front door. She felt a little like a stranger herself. "Even earthquakes don't stir them," she added, slipping inside and beckoning Steve in behind her.
They sat for some time on the studio couch in the dark, nursing watery Tom Collins and kissing for long passionate stretches.
Stella felt her stomach flutter as Steve's tongue pressed insistently into her mouth, searching out all the dark corners as his hand started moving all over her, touching first her breasts, feeling their heavy weight beneath her revealing silk dress, then moving down to undo the clasp at the front of her dress... the clasp that held everything together. She sucked in her breath and heard him do the same as his cool hands slipped inside the loosened fabric grasping her naked breasts inside the low bra cups and squeezing them with a nervous gesture.
Stella felt a giant shiver run through her; she was melting rapidly and she knew it. A tremendous sense of daring came over her as it did every time she succumbed to her own desires. Somehow, it always seemed new and strangely wonderful. Everything was familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Confusion and certainty fused and met in a shattering affirmation of all her life forces.
Steve's hands never stopped their manipulation of her breasts. He had worked one hand around, releasing the hook of her bra so that now the two flushed bulbs were exposed to the summer night's air and to Steve's avid touches.
Slowly, his head moved down, his tongue trailing a moist line down from her full lips along her chin, down her neck until it reached the deep cleft between the melons of her enormous breasts. His tongue maneuvered wetly along the deep-set line and then ventured off to the side, tasting the perfume on Stella's honeyed skin until he reached one large and stiffly pointed nipple. He took it in his mouth as though he were tasting a sweet grape, sucking on it delicately at first, and then increasing the pressure of his lips and biting lightly until Stella squealed softly with pain. Prickly sensations spread from her breasts, her sensitized nipples tingling with pleasure as Steve moved his head rapidly back and forth from one to the other, pushing them up with his hands as he did so to meet his face. She began to squirm, moving her hips in a vague pattern of desire.
"Wait... wait..." Stella moaned, trying to catch her breath. "Let's go into the bedroom."
"Anything you say..." Steve gasped. "Anything you say!"
Stella rose unsteadily and padded across the room in her stocking feet while Steve followed closely behind her. She checked again to be sure there was no light coming from Anne's room directly next to hers or from Paul's on the far side of Anne's. Steve would be gone long before they awoke in the morning, she reasoned as she opened the door to her bedroom and stepped inside. Right now was really all that mattered. The beauty of what she was feeling', had to be accommodated and a bed was what was needed, a big, soft bed.
The door clicked softly behind them and Stella felt Steve's hands wrap around her breasts from behind. His big cock in full erection rubbed against the crevice of her buttocks, insinuating its bulk through the thin material of her dress and letting her know its full readiness to please her.
The king-sized bed that had followed Stella through many different moves, from the first apartment she and Jason had had in Redondo Beach to the comfortable beach house she now shared with her children was pushed against one wall of the room, throw pillows adorning its matter-of-fact corduroy spread. Steve spotted it and walking Stella before him, directed her to-ward it.
When he had gently lain her down on the bed, he stood over her for a moment, looking down at her relaxed and waiting form. She was beautiful, he thought, more beautiful than any woman he had ever known.
"Open the windows, darling," Stella whispered, looking toward the glass doors that opened onto the rear deck of the house. "I love to hear the sound of the ocean." She watched as Steve's lean body moved toward the doors, opening them wide and admitting the soft sound of the rushing waves against the shore below. A half-moon shone in, illuminating the room and by the time Steve returned to her, she had removed her clothes and her nakedness gleamed up at him, pearl-like in tie semi-darkness.
In seconds Steve had removed his own clothes, but Stella did not see. She lay, eyes closed, dreaming of what was to come. Waiting... wondering what it would be like with Steve... how he would take her. Then she felt his hand on her thigh. He stroked the skin in an area about three inches square, lightly as though this were the most sought after part of her body. And as the stroking continued, it began to seem to Stella that it was. He was sitting on the bed beside her, continuing the steady touch that was beginning to unsettle her. It was maddening, yet wonderful. She could hear his steady breath become heavier, and then suddenly his hand was on hers, pulling it towards him. And then she felt the shock of his hardened penis rubbing into her fleshy palm. He closed her fingers around its bulk, saying nothing. But when her hand closed tighter around the blunt instrument, she heard him suck in his breath sharply and she uttered a small groan.
Simultaneously his hand began to move, rounding the curve of her thigh and nearing the true center of her desire.
"Stella!" he cried as suddenly his hand plunged into the wet split between her legs.
"Oooooh... ," Stella moaned softly, feeling his prick begin to jerk in her hand.
"Ooooh, Baaby!" Steve grunted, flattening his hand onto her crotch so that he was pushing her prone body down into the mattress. Then his fingers busily set about a swift perusal of her private parts, twisting and turning among her secret folds, then pushing up into the opening of her vagina. Further and further he pushed, while Stella crooned his name, her back arching, legs spreading to allow his hand more room. She let go of his cock, feeling it bounce against her wrist as she moved her hands up his naked back, smoothing over the muscles and seeking to draw him down to her. His fingers rummaging around high in her streaming cunt were a merciful relief from the pent-up frustrations she had felt for several months now and she could barely contain herself, writhing and pushing her hips up while irrepressible groans escaped from her lips.
Steve's fingers were steeped in the wetness of Stella's vagina as he rolled over onto her, letting one of his legs slip between her open thighs. Her hands went up to his face, cradling it, her dry tongue darting out to meet his, mingling in a wet kiss punctuated by short gasps of pleasure. He was anxious to enter her now she knew, and the thought that within a few instants she would be filled to the brim with the big cock she had just held in her small hand sent her mind reeling. She was consumed with lust, wanting nothing more than to be plundered by him, to be one with him.
"Oh, God! I can't stand it!" she cried out, twisting her hips around beneath him. His hand slipped wetly from her drenched pussy, only to be re-placed almost instantly by the prodding tip of his rock-hard cock. He was holding onto her shoulders now, his chest smashing against her big tits and as he pulled her flexible body down, the blunt head of his prick began to slip into her hot, moist pussy. His first thrust knocked the wind out of her as in one motion she was impaled by his surging cock.
"Don't stop!" she screamed. "Oh, God... don't ever stop!"
Steve's hips ground further inside her, ramming up higher as his naked thighs grazed her now upturned buttocks. She was struggling to get her legs up and around his back, and all the while the sound of the waves beating against the sand created background music for their grunts and moans. The cool sea air filled the room and the smell wafted into both their nostrils mixing with the pungent odor of sex.
On and on he bucked into her, the hard impact of his cock hammering into the soft cushion of her cervix until Stella felt the onset of orgasm tightening within her besieged loins.
"Oh, God! ... oh, God! ... now... now... More... MORE ... OHOHOHNONONO... YES ... YES... YESYESYESYES... OH PLEASE!!!" It was going to be so good, so wonderful... so wonderful!
And then she felt Steve stiffen; as though controlling himself and he pulled out of her halfway.
"Steve... ," she gasped. ". . . why..."
"I'm sorry, baby..." Steve panted. "Do you want me to cum in you... I mean... are you taking the pill or something?"
Stella felt her orgasm drifting slowly away, and her mind began to function again.
"God!" she thought. She hadn't even been thinking about it. What would she do with another kid now? She had meant to go to the doctor and get a prescription, but somehow she hadn't gotten around to it. She had been so carried away that it hadn't entered her mind. And he had thought of it... how considerate of him.
"... Uh... no... ," she said finally, squirming a little beneath him. "Do you have anything? I threw my diaphragm away months ago and never got a new one."
"Well, don't worry," Steve said, genuine disappointment in his voice. "We'll make out O.K., anyway." He was all the way out of her now and Stella felt the cool air replace the warmth of his cock.
"We will try it another way for a while," he said. "Turn over." He knelt up, giving her room to turn around.
Stella had a glimmer of what he had in mind. She obeyed his command without hesitation, her pulsating pussy waving hotly behind her as she rolled over onto her stomach.
"Now kneel up!" his second command came as he lifted Stella up by the thighs until her buttocks came to a halt just in front of his throbbing prick.
Stella felt more than naked with her backside exposed to him that way as she felt his thumbs on each trembling cheek, separating the pale white orbs slowly so that he could peer into the crevice between them.
"Oh!" she gasped, the full meaning of what Steve was doing dawning on her. "Oh, No! It'll hurt!"
"Not much, love," Steve panted. "You'll see!" His voice was low and seductive in her ear, as his tongue flicked out, circling the shell-like orifice. She could feel the length of his long cock resting between the wide spread crease of her buttocks, as he bent forward over her. She was supporting herself on her hands, and it was hard for her to maintain the position as his full weight increased. His hands slipped underneath her, caressing the soft downy belly that curved beneath her navel. Then once more fingers moved down to toy with the soft, resilient fleece between her legs. The fingers flicked at her hard little clitoris, making it jerk and quiver and grow hard.
"Relax, baby... just relax ..."
Steve drew her soft oval buttocks apart and licked the crevice between them. Stella could feel the strain on her asshole as he pulled the skin around it. She felt obscenely naked with him hovering above the deep red little hole.
"Spread your legs wider," he whispered, his finger prodding the little puckered opening. Stella winced in anticipation of the pain and in an instant, his finger slipped into the tight hole up to the first knuckle.
Stella sucked in her breath and wriggled her hips. Steve moved his digit around in her ass, expanding the elastic opening. He began sawing in and out in preparation for what was to follow. Then, when he was sure she was accustomed to one finger, without warning, he slipped in another.
It hurt.
It hurt like hell!
Stella tried to pull forward to escape the al-most unbearable pain centered in her rectum, but Steve pinned her down with one hand in the small of her back.
"Oh, God, it hurts! It hurts..." she whimpered.
"Relax, baby, relax... go with it... it gets better..."
Stella wriggled more. But once she got used to the unaccustomed expansion of the sphincter, the pain decreased. And somehow, she felt strangely aroused being used; being subjugated like this. She could feel Steve deliberately stretching her rectum. It hurt quite a bit still every time he made a sharp sudden movement of his fingers, but she pressed back against his hand, trying to open her back passage even wider for him. She wanted him inside her now.
"Now!" Stella moaned. "Do it now... please."
Steve's fingers pulled out reluctantly. The rubbery skin of Stella's rectum clung to them tightly, releasing the digits as if in slow motion, ending in a slight hissing sound as they were set free of the tight clinging muscle.
Stella felt his hands close around the tops of her thighs, gripping them tightly. And then one hand moved away and pushed her arms between her legs, thus enabling her to reach his dangling testicles. They were huge, and Stella wondered what it would be like when they emptied their load deep in her rectal passage.
"Put it in for me," Steve ordered softly. Stella reached up and took hold of his penis. It was tremendous, obviously several times bigger than his two fingers had been. But by now she had to feel it inside her, even if it was not where she really wanted it. At least she was with a good man once more! She strained outwards and placed the blunt cudgel at the already tender opening of her anus. She felt it prodding and working against the tight brown little hole. The tip of it had found the tight aperture and was worming its way steadily into it. It wasn't so bad after all, Stella thought. It was going to be all right... it was going to be...
"Nnnnnnnnngh!" Stella groaned, trying to hold back the scream welling up deep in her throat.
"NONOONONO!" she hissed. "Please stop ... stop... you're too big... tooo..." She tried to pull away, but Steve held her tight and persisted in pushing deeper and deeper into her virgin rectum, spreading the rubbery muscle elastic-like around his inflated cock. Stella couldn't escape from him, his thighs thrust her thighs forward, his arms held her hips back at him.
She was helpless.
"Push back against me... push back!" he cried out at her.
Stella could hardly think. Every way was pain and more pain. She pushed back and opened her ass as wide as she possibly could, hoping that she would come to the end of his giant shaft as soon as possible, ending its seemingly never ending journey into the depths of her aching rectum.
"Oh ... OH! ... OOHOOOHHHH!!!!" she gasped. It was as if a tree trunk were bursting into her body; as if she might split up the middle at any moment, as gasping and crooning, Steve began with delight to saw rhythmically and without the slightest mercy, deep up into the soft confines of her back passage.
Never would Stella have dreamed that she would find herself in such a lewd position, in her very own bed, being sodomized! But no sooner would a lucid thought enter her mind, and then it would leave again, hurled away by the brute force of Steve's hot cock searing its way into her dark anal passage. It felt so much more enormous there than it had in her vagina. The sensation was so strangely sensual, so unexpected, unlike anything she had ever felt before. It seemed very wicked! Although she had tried to eradicate the thought that anything about the human body could be wicked, this seemed quite unnatural somehow. And yet, oddly, her body was responding just as if he were making love to her the regular way! It was weird, but each forward thrust of his cock was beginning to send waves of excitement through her. She began to move her hips slightly, experimenting to see if the pain would increase. It did, but the pleasure also increased.
"OH! OH! OH!" she cried out shamelessly. "Oh, Steve!"
"Yeah, honey! YEAH!" Steve grinned lewdly, his hips bucking wildly into Stella's gyrating buttocks, his hands pulling at her breasts, manipulating her entire body by the pressure he exerted on them. When he reared back, he could see the hardened shaft of his prick protruding stump-like into the puckered brown opening of Stella's anus, blustering into the tightness, pulling out, ramming back in.
"Oh, baby... go to it! ... GO TO IT!" he cried out. The tight rear sphincter slipped back and forth over his cock like a clasping rubber band, pressuring it so that he thought he would go out of his head. It was almost too much to take. This incredible creature was his to ass-fuck as much as he wanted, and she was loved it. Growing bolder, he began to move her body back and forth, faster and faster, twisting her nipples so hard that she squealed with pain.
Obscene wet sucking noises occurred each time he withdrew from her anus and his large heavy prick caused Stella to emit long, low moans interspersed with jagged sighs.
His hands moved down to her pussy, rubbing against the hard mound with a deep fury, and two fingers reached lower seeking out her neglected pink hair-lined vagina.
"Aaaaaahhhhh..." she purred, cum juices starting to flow all around his fingers. "Oh... oh... I'm cumming... CUUUUUMMIINNGGGGG. ..."
"Christ!" Steve groaned. "Oh, Christ!" He could feel her spasms jerking all around his fingers and his cock, the strong muscles tippling against him. He could feel his cock through the thin membrane that separated her anal passage from her desire-heated vagina and he was assisting his own orgasm by moving his fingers back and forth. His balls were alive with semen and with a sudden rush, the hot liquid began its speedy journey through the length of his cock, finally reaching its destination and spurting hot jets of cum deep into the far recesses of Stella's wildly gyrating back passage.
Chapter 4
Earlier that evening, Anne had kissed her mother good-night as Stella prepared to leave the house for her date with Steve.
Anne wasn't quite sure how she had survived the last two weeks, but she had. She was barely on speaking terms with her brother during the day, and yet at night she invoked his name regularly, even though he had taken to meeting Rita out-side the house, thereby no longer subjugating Anne to the lewd spectacle of their lust.
But today, for the first time, she had felt something akin to her former self. She had heard through a girl friend that Paul was no longer seeing Rita. It seemed that Paul had suddenly lost interest and Rita was complaining loudly that he had dropped her flat! It was like music to Anne's ears. For the first time in a long while she would be able to get some sleep. Instead of lying in bed imagining what her brother might be doing, and finally giving in to her desires, the new and terrifying emotions that had taken hold of her so suddenly, she would read a little and go to sleep.
"Have fun!", she called, waving as she watched her mother and Steve drive away, and turned to go back into the house. How wonderful it would be to have Paul sleeping peacefully once more in his room next to hers. It would be like before, she hoped... a throwback to the times when they were both more innocent, only two short weeks ago. She went into the living room and sat on the sofa. Paul was sprawled out on the floor watching television. She looked at her brother often during the program, trying to think of a way to breach the gap that had widened between them in the last few days. He looked sooo handsome to her as he lay there in his faded jeans and ratty tee-shirt and she realized that she couldn't blame any girl for being attracted to him. And the thought of Rita pining away that night for him pleased her enormously.
"Uh... I know I've been a pain." Anne started during a commercial break in the movie. "But... uh... I'm sorry. Paul? Do you hear me? I said, 'I'm sorry'."
"Huh? ... Oh, yeah..." Paul looked around at his sister. ". . . OK... I guess it was my fault too. I've had a lot on my mind recently. Someday I'll tell you about it." He looked at Anne, wondering how she would react when he told her all about Rita and the things they had done. For an instant the thought that Anne might have had some similar experience by now entered his mind, but then he dismissed it, becoming angry for a reason he couldn't quite understand at the idea of his sister fucking with some guy.
Why, he'd punch anybody's teeth in who tried to do to Anne what he had done with Rita!
"Oh, Paul..." Anne rushed over and flung herself down onto her brother, putting her arms around him and hugging him tightly against her.
"Oh, Paul... it's so good to have you back again. Oh, we must never, never get like that again... no matter what? Do you promise?" Anne was looking earnestly into her brother's face, her eyes wide and pleading, her body still pressed close to his on the floor.
Paul gently' pushed her away, but not before he had felt the nudging pressure of her firm young breasts against his chest. The image of her pink strawberry-like nipples glimpsed briefly on the beach came back to him and he felt his blood surge in his veins.
"I... I promise," he stammered, confused. But he was glad to have his sister's companion-ship back again. He knew he had gotten carried away with Rita, but he couldn't have helped that. It was all too new and wonderful! It had taken a little while for Rita's limitations to become apparent to him. Shit, he could barely talk to the girl about anything more complicated than the weather! And then she had some rather peculiar prejudices that he couldn't abide. So all in all, and all things considered, he decided to break off with her before he got himself in any deeper.
He kept looking at Anne as she happily bounced into the kitchen to get a soda. It was like old times again, he thought, sighing and leaning his blond head back on his arms.
"Bring me one too, sis ..."
When Anne returned, she had brought him a Coke with a straw in it and she leaned over to hand it down to him. Her cotton blouse gaped open as she leaned over, revealing the soft mounds of her breasts and beyond the suntan mark, Paul could see a tempting white expanse of bulging flesh. Before he had even realized that he was staring down her blouse, his penis had leapt to attention and he was forced to cover the tell-tale bulge with his arm.
"Wow!" he thought, wondering what it meant. It was just habit, he supposed. Ever since the thing with Rita had started he had been undeniably hornier than he had ever thought possible.
He tried to put it out of his mind, turning his attention back to the movie.
An hour later when the movie was over, both Anne and Paul decided to turn in and they kissed each other good-night with small pecks on the cheek before going to their respective rooms.
Anne washed and put on her nightgown. She picked up the book of poems she had thought she might read, but realizing that she was really too tired to read, she turned out the light and got under the covers. She wondered if she would ever tell Paul that she knew all about his first affair. Probably, she thought as she turned over. After all, he was her exact twin, and no one in the world was closer than they were. She and Paul were even closer than she and Stella. And certainly more so than she and father, who, after all, she hadn't seen in something-like three years. And although she remembered him well, she didn't feel at all close to him.
With these thoughts revolving in her brain, Anne slowly fell into a deep and peaceful sleep that was not disturbed until some hours later when the sound of her mother groaning awakened her.
"NONONONO!!" her mother's voice seeped through the bedroom wall. And at first, she thought it was Paul again with Rita. But then, "Please stop... stop... you're too big... tooooo..." she recognized her mother's voice and jumped out of bed.
"NNNnnnnnnnnngggggg
" she heard her mother grunt and then the rest was muffled.
SOMEONE WAS ATTACKING HER MOTHER!
She paused for seconds, unsure what to do first, what action to take. And then she knew that she had to get Paul to help her defend her mother. She ran into his room and roused him from bed.
"Paul! Paul! Wake up! Someone is attacking mother in her room... Come on!"
Paul scrambled up from his bed, his eyes bleary from sleep. Alarmed at his sister's words, he bolted to the door and together they went to Stella's door. But before they could even push the door open, they 'heard a different kind of pleading.
Paul blanched and looked at his sister. They started trembling in the darkness, both knowing all too well what the sounds meant. Anne realized that her mother probably still thought of her as a heavy sleeper, little did she dream that her daughter was accustomed even while sleeping to listening subconsciously for any unusual sounds. Even so, the noises coming from Stella's room were enough to wake the dead!
Anne and Paul remained frozen, their eyes glued to one another's faces, hearing the obscene words occasionally yelled out, and then the even more obscene lapses into half-strangled gurgles of pleasure.
THEIR VERY OWN MOTHER WAS BEING SCREWED BY A STRANGER! Finally Paul whispered.
"I think you'd better go back to your room. Mom isn't in any trouble..."
"I know that!" Anne hissed. "What do you think I am, a fool? And no, I won't go back to my room!"
"Well," Paul whispered back at her. "I'm going to find out just what is going on in there... I don't know about you!"
"What do you mean, 'just what is going on'? Isn't it clear... I mean..." Anne's whisper went unanswered for Paul had already started through the living room toward the deck door and Anne knew he was going to look into the deck door that led to Stella's bedroom.
Hurriedly, she followed him still feeling the forbidden excitement pounding at her temples. As she moved through the darkness after Paul's al-ready shadowy figure, her mother's voice rose to new peaks of pleasure and fell again. Then she could hear a man's voice speaking in low monotones.
"Oh, God..." she thought... "this is awful... just awful..." but she didn't know what else to do other than follow her brother.
It was cold out on the deck and Paul stood shivering a moment with Anne beside him. They could see that the door to Stella's room was wide open, and all the sounds that had seemed so clear before inside the house were twice as clear now.
Paul moved on the balls of his feet, his pajamas a bright yellow in the moonlight, and Anne in her short gown, caught his sleeve and tiptoed behind him. When they reached the open door, Paul peered in first, and gasping, ducked his head back quickly. Anne pushed him to one side and looked for herself.
IT WAS THAT MAN AND HER MOTHER!
HER MOTHER'S LEGS WERE WRAPPED AROUND ISIS NAKED BACK, DIGGING INTO HIM FIERCELY AS HIS ENORMOUS COCK POUNDED INTO HER NAKED RECEPTIVE BODY. SHE COULD CLEARLY SEE THE LUSTFUL EXPRESSION ON HER FACE AS SHE RECEIVED THE LOUD SMACKING THRUSTS INTO HER INNER DEPTHS!
Anne felt Paul's arms around hers as he looked in over her shoulder, taking in the lewd spectacle with her.
"Jeeez!" he whistled between his teeth. "She's really getting it from that guy... bet she hasn't had it good for a while, too!"
He felt Anne tremble beneath his hands and looked down at her. "You look pale as a ghost! Bet you've never seen anything like that before!" he whispered, trying to conceal his own excitement.
Anne bit her tongue. Yes, she had seen some-thing very much like that before... only she had never DREAMED that mother... mother! Her thoughts stopped abruptly as the wildly gyrating couple suddenly ceased their activity. Both she and Paul watched without moving an inch while Stella and Steve changed positions, both getting a good long look at their mother's lithe, yet full-blown body. Her skin was all flushed red from her exertions, and her face was still contorted in an odd way, so that they hardly recognized her. Tears of passion were streaming down her cheeks and her eyes were glazed and unseeing as she flipped over onto her belly, exposing her full rounded buttocks to the blunt prick of her lover.
"Damn! He's gonna give it to her in the ass!" Good of mom!" Paul mused. "Who would have ever thought it!" For the first time his eyes were feasting on the naked sight of his mother, totally aroused by a man's hard cock... and it was all making him a little dizzy. What must Anne be thinking of all this? His sister hadn't said a word since they had been standing out on the deck, feeling the breeze rippling through their light-weight nightclothes.
"Anne... are you... alright?" he asked, squeezing her arms with his fingers as if to facilitate her answer..
Anne's throat felt constricted, as though some-one had throttled her. She watched as Steve spread the soft white cheeks of her Mother's moon-shaped buttocks apart. He was inserting his cock into the soft, yielding crevice of her behind. Anne watched, trying to persuade herself that what she was seeing was not true. HADN'T SHE ALREADY SUFFERED ENOUGH WATCHING PAUL? WHY DID SHE HAVE TO ENDURE THIS NEW TRIAL?
As her brother's fingers dug into her arms, it seemed to Anne as though she, herself, was her mother, feeling Steve's hands rough on her willing flesh, and she uttered a small cry which was carried away by the wind as she limply melted back into Paul's arms.
"Are you alright? I said," Paul whispered urgently, afraid at first that his sister had fainted. But he felt her stirring in his arms and saw her lashes flutter as she looked once more into the room. He could feel her warm buttocks pressing back against his own penis as she rested against him and in spite of himself, his cock began to rise against the resilient flesh. The excitement was making him crazy, and yet Anne must feel me he thought, his mind racing swiftly. SHE'S GOT TO FEEL MY COCK AGAINST HER ASS! AND YET SHE HASN'T MOVED! A jolt went through him at the thought of Anne responding to him, although she hadn't moved.
Anne!
His sister's soft body remained against him as his thick cock swelled to almost full proportions.
"No shit!" he thought, still watching his mother writhing on the bed. "Supposing... just supposing!"
"Aaaaaaaaaggghhh..." his mother let out an ear splitting scream as Steve's probing rod of hardened flesh entered her up-tilted anus, and both Anne and Paul jumped backwards, shocked by the loud sound.
Paul turned his sister toward him, and she collapsed sobbing on his shoulder, her entire youthful form pressed tightly against him. She was racked by sobs and Paul felt like crying too.
"Come on, Anne," he said. "It's cold out here. Come on..." He pulled her into the living room with him, and then deciding it was unsafe for them to remain there; he took her into her room.
Anne sat on her bed still trembling from a combination of cold, fear and confusion.
"Just wait here... I'll be right back." Paul bolted from the room, noticing that the lewd sounds still- seeped through the wall to Anne's room. "Boy, I didn't know you could hear that well from one room to the next," he thought as he ran into the living room to the bar. He picked up the first bottle he could get his hands on, a half-full quart of gin and took it and two glasses back to Anne's room with him.
"Drink!" he whispered to her, handing her the glass brimming to the top with straight gin. "Come on... it'll take the chill off."
Anne took the glass and with an unsteady hand, brought it to her lips. Paul sat beside her, watching her drink as he too took a long slug from his glass, coughing and sputtering as the liquid burned its way down his throat. Anne seemed to be taking it much better than he and he was embarrassed.
Anne downed her glass of almost straight alcohol, pausing only twice before she finished it. It felt good going down ... hot and raw and it took her mind 'away from the sounds for a brief instant. With a groan she fell back on the bed, staring up into the darkness. There was a loud bump against the wall and another howl of plea-sure drifted from their mother's room. Anne buried her face in the covers of her bed trying to blot out everything, but Paul put his hand on her shoulder, and then the alcohol making his blood race, he decided he had to lie down too and stretched out beside his sister.
"After all, Mom's a woman, too," he said. "We have to understand that." he added hearing Anne's oddly labored breathing beside him. By casting a glance sideways he could see the outline of her body encased in the short pink nightgown. Her breasts pointed toward the ceiling, punctuating the sheer material and below, her thighs tapered down to shapely knees and calves.
"Do you want some more booze?" he asked, not knowing just why he hoped the answer would be yes.
"Uh-huh..." the small voice came to him through the dark.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMM
Lover ... . oh, lover... again... AGAIN...!" Stella's voice hung like a living thing over them as Paul scrambled up to fill the glasses. He handed Anne hers and as she leaned up to take it, he strained to see her expression in the dark. Her face seemed drawn and pale and yet she looked more beautiful than he had ever seen her... so much like their mother. Their eyes met as both drank as though their lives depended on it, and another violent thrill traversed Paul's body. Odd thoughts floated up in his brain as he sought to make some sense out of what was happening.
Anne lay back on the bed again, letting the warm gin whirl inside her, closing out the pain and fear. Paul let himself down beside his sister, trembling from the gin and they lay there for some minutes, silently listening to the unending lovemaking of their mother and her lover. Suddenly there were several loud, wet slapping bumps against the wall and Paul could take it no more. He put his arm around his sister's waist and buried his head in her shoulder, his hard body half-covering hers.
"Oh, Anne. What are we going to do?" he groaned, breathing in the soft jasmine smell of her neck. To his surprise, he felt Anne's hand in his hair, ruffling through it, caressing his neck. He could feel her body tense beneath his, every-thing tight and stiff and then she was arching up toward him, pushing against him, softly kissing his face. He could feel the wet of her tears as she continued, her fervor increasing with each second. Overwhelmed, Paul received his sister's embrace, his body shocked to stillness. Then his strong arms were pulling her small softness towards him, hard and harder still, as though he were trying to break her in two. He heard her gasp and let her-self go against his strength and she whispered, "Oh, Paul... . Do you want to do it to me? Do you want me like he's taking mother, Paul?"
Paul was aware that his cock was hard as a rock beneath his pajama pants, and that it was rubbing against his sister's naked leg. For a brief second, he tried to compose himself, but even then he knew there was no fighting the over-powering lust that creped into his very soul.
"Anne, baby..." he cried out, "Oh, Anne... Do I want you? How could I not want you? You're part of me... you and I are one person... one! Do you understand?" Without waiting for a reply he thrust his tongue deep into his sister's mouth, pushing his body against hers so that they both sank deeper into the mattress. His tongue mingled with hers enjoying the wet of combined salvias as he ground hard against her lovely inexperienced flesh. An electricity rose between them, unlike anything either one of them had ever felt before.
The spontaneous joy they found with each other was boundless, and it was very much as if they actually were one person who had miraculously been split into two beings of the opposite sex.
Their twin mouths smashed against each other, opening wide as their tongues slipped back to brush the enamel of gleaming white teeth. Together, their golden hair mingled as if it belonged to one head. The two amoral creatures found that they could love one another completely, totally and without hesitation as they struggled wildly to get out- of their restricting night-clothes. Their own groans and gasps were now mingling with the obscene sounds made by Stella and Steve, only a thin partition away, but they knew that the other couple was far too busy to notice their companions in lust. The twins were completely lost to any-thing other than the now naked and glistening surfaces of their bodies as they sat kneeling on the bed facing one another. Each knew that the other was a perfect version of himself... with one simple change... sex.
Paul's eyes enjoyed the ripe perfection of his sister's luscious body. She was so new and so young. All of what he had experienced with Rita seemed to have been solely to prepare him for this moment when he would awaken his own sister's body. He knew that no one had ever touched her before, even though she had never told him. It was just one of those things he knew about her. He also knew now that she had of course heard every-thing between him and Rita... probably seen too ... no wonder she had been acting so strangely!
They reached out to one another there on their knees and Paul kissed Anne again, feeling her mouth sucking wildly on his tongue as though she wanted to devour him. A low moan came from her long delicate throat as she felt his hands over her breasts. The large and satisfying feel of them in his hands was enough to make him cry out.
"Oh, you're perfect darling... you're perfect!"
Anne let herself fall against her brother... happiness filling her. She knew there was no more need to deny what she felt... what she had been feeling for some time now, really. It was too late for denying. Now was what mattered, and now was that she was in her brother's arms, going to become a woman at last... . His woman!
Paul's warm hand against the coolness of her naked skin seemed to belong there, where it slowly manipulated her erect nipples. Deliciousness was spreading down from his touch to the round curve of her stomach, along her thighs, up to the sparse triangle of honey gold hair that framed her quivering pussy. She trusted him implicitly, knowing that he would do as she wanted... that he would know instinctively, just as they had always known things about each other since they had been children, reading each other's minds.
Slowly her hands went down along the hardness of his chest where a few golden hairs sprouted along the smooth muscular surface. Her trembling fingers edged along faster, pausing at the flatness of her brother's hips. Then boldly, they moved forward, and she was grasping the rigid pole of his masculinity, firmly in her two hands.
Paul jumped. The feel of her hands on his cock was maddening, tantalizingly INSANE!
"I'm going to fuck you..." he whispered in Anne's ear. "You know that, don't you? You know I'm going to fuck you good!"
"Yes, Paul," she breathed solemnly. "I want you, too. I want you to give it to me good!"
Paul's hands dropped downward along his sister's belly, savoring the satiny quality of her skin as he went, until he reached the soft, resilient fuzz of her pussy. He could feel her whole body begin to quake against him and he gently pushed her back so that she was lying before him with her long brown legs slightly spread. He stood looking at the moist cleft between his sister's thighs and his cock gave a slight jerk upward remembering the recent feel of her hand and anticipating what was to come.
He bent low over his sister's passive body, his hand moving further down into the warmth of her virgin cunt. He felt the pearly bud of her clitoris meet his exploring fingers and sucked in his breath from the sheer excitement of touching her there.
Anne moaned passionately and began to move her hips ever so slightly. Her brother's curious fingers moved on, sliding deliciously into the highly sensitive wetness of young girl's pussy.
"Oh... oh, Paul!" she gasped, feeling a feverish joy take hold of her. "Oh, Paul!"
"Yes... I'm here... right here..." Paul answered, prying apart the small pillows of flesh that enclosed Anne's rapidly erecting clitoris. "Does it feel good? Tell me how it feels..." he urged, his eyes two pin-points of brilliance.
Anne closed her eyes and gave herself to the indescribable sensations that fluttered through her virgin soul.
"Ooohh..." she gasped. "I... I've never. ... Oh, Paul...! It's heavenly... I feel so strange ... so beautiful . . , I feel love... I feel your love flowing through your fingers... keep on touching me there... oh, darling... OH, PAUL. . .!"
Paul continued feeling his sister's soft vaginal flesh, eyes wild, hair flying, and sweat pouring from his body, until her cries increased to such an extent that he knew she would reach orgasm any second. Slowly, he ceased the frantic rubbing of his fingers in her passion drenched young pussy. His cock was throbbing almost violently, and the entire length of it ached so he thought it would burst.
"Honey, I can't wait any longer," he groaned. "This is it!"
"Oh, darling, yes... I'm ready! I'm ready!" came the frantic reply.
Paul climbed between his sister's legs, spreading them out still further. The pink lips of her pussy pouted out from their folds toward him, almost begging for satisfaction as he placed the blunt cudgel of his prick at the tiny virgin en-trance of her vagina.
"It may hurt," he warned her.
"I don't care how much it hurts, darling. Do it! Do it now!" Anne was overwhelmed with desire and she couldn't wait a moment more to feel her own darling brother's penis deep within her un-plundered virgin well.
Her hands slipped around Paul's neck, pulling dim closer to her trembling curves. The tips of her breasts shivered against her brother's chest, and then were crushed by the weight of him. Suddenly she raised her legs, reaching around his back with her long thighs, feeling his hands move to her buttocks so he could hold her upturned pussy in position.
Again Paul moaned as he felt his sister's cool hand on his burning cock.
"I can't keep my hand away," she breathed into his ear. "Give it to me! Please... now!"
Paul's foreskin slid back as she guided his hardness toward her waiting vagina, and then he could feel her straining to open the tiny lips of her pussy to accept his huge penis. Her warmth and wetness slid against the swollen head of his cock and giving way to the pressure of Anne's hand, he pushed into her, driving his cock forward as far as he could go!"
"NNNNNNNNGH!" Anne stifled her scream. "Oh, dear God, Dear God!" The pain was shattering, but still she held him close to her, panting hard against him.
"I don't want to hurt you sis..." Paul groaned uncertainly.
"Oooooooh!" Anne moaned. Paul was running his fingers all over her breasts. He pushed again, grunting, and this time his prick moved in an-other notch. He could feel the absurd tightness being stretched wider every second by the thickness of his prick. He pulled back a little and then pushed again.
"ooooooH! Darling... ooooooh!" she whimpered, as her brother's cock began to slide into her virgin passage, pushing the moist velvety folds of flesh ahead of it in little ripples as it advanced relentlessly toward the final depths of her tight young belly.
"Oooooh, God, darling, it hurts! Oooooh, aaaaahhh!" she groaned helplessly as her brother above her felt the slight popping sensation as he bored mercilessly through the thin, protective membrane of her virginity. He stopped momentarily until the pain eased, knowing the gin she had drank a few short seconds ago would deaden the pain.
She sighed deeply, moving her legs a little wider and he knew she was his now, there was no hurt left and she was ready for anything he wanted to do to her.
"OH SIS, YOUR CUNT, YOUR CUNT!" he gasped, feeling her silken sheath wrapped so snugly about his plugging shaft, feeling her cunt walls mold themselves to every inch of his pulsing cock. Then, he began moving again, further and further it moved ever upward, until at last the smooth rubbery head of his cock pressed hard against the yielding cushion of Anne's cervix and stopped... throbbing hard stuffed completely into her hitherto unexplored cuntal depths.
They lay still, pressed together, Paul's prick completely absorbed by the engulfing warmth of his sister's tight slender pussy. Anne was in an ecstatic swoon... all thoughts of pain, both mental and physical, were far behind her now that she was with her brother... with him completely! He began to pump into her with long slow thrusts, falling against her breasts with a sigh at each new entry. He fucked her as hard as he could, his loins on fire with a lust he had never known possible, as the sweet virgin pussy of his sister responded to him in kind, wriggling, twisting, turning, and arching up to meet him.
"I'm yours!" she cried, "You're mine... I love you... I love you!"
Her thighs clamped and' unclamped around her brother's hips, drawing him ever closer into her hungry vaginal chasm.
"Baby, baby, baby..." Paul murmured. "It's so sweet... so good!"
Incessantly, he pounded into her, holding him-self back to keep from cumming, chanting her name fiercely like some pagan call... fucking her, fucking her, fucking her! Anne wailed beneath her brother's insane ramming, her crotch pulling up tighter and higher, accepting every-thing he had to give her.
"GIVE ME EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT!" she begged. And then, "OH GOD, PAUL, PAUL... IT'S HERE ... IT'S HERE!"
Paul blindly screwed into his sister... harder still, assisting her orgasm... urging her on... whispering in her ear. "OH BITCH, SWEET BITCH... SWEET ANNIE MY OWN DAR-LING SISTER... CUM, CUM, CUM FOR ME... CUM FOR YOUR BROTHER!"
Then Anne's back was arching high and she was shaking uncontrollably! Her pussy began convulsing around his aching cock as her face contorted into a sexual mask almost identical to that they had both witnessed on their own mother only moments ago. But Stella was far from their minds now as together they wiggled and gasped, jerking in the final spasm of illicit love.
"AAAAAAAA, ooooooooh.... YEEEEEEeeessssss!" Anne cried, her cunt bursting apart like a 4th of July Firecracker. And the best part was yet to come ... when she felt Paul's cock shudder inside her and jet a flood of soft hot liquid fire splashing against her womb. Its lewd, wet impact set everything going again and her orgasm seemingly turned within her and climbed, doubling her rapture and sending pinpoint sparkles of culminating joy to every square inch of her body.
The twins lay crushed in a silent mass. There were still sounds coming from the room next door, but they hardly noticed them. After a while Paul could feel his sister's body trembling beneath him with soft sobs.
"Are you alright, Sis?" he asked, the thought entering his mind that she might now turn against him.
"Oh, Paul," she said, stirring slightly, "I'll never give you up. Never!" Then after a pause, she added, "Do you think you can do it again?"
Her brother's deflated penis, stiffening at her words within the dark secret passage down between her legs was her only answer.
Chapter 5
"Do you want somebody to love? Do you need somebody to love?" The words set to music blasted from the speaker of Paul's portable radio and were blown down the beach by the wind. Stella lay sunning herself on a white beach towel, the straps of her black bathing-suit bra slipped off her shoulders and hanging down her arms, and her brief .bikini bottom rolled far down on her splendid hips.
For the first time in a month she realized that she wasn't thinking about Steve... Steve who had finally admitted to her that he had a wife... who had tried to persuade her that it needn't change their relationship.
"Ha!" she thought, angrily. She'd be damned if she was going to be the 'other woman' in some poor woman's life! If was a shame though... after that first night with Steve she had thought she was so sure about him. He had made her feel things she hadn't felt since Jason.
"Oh the hell with them all! MEN! They're all alike!" she mumbled turning over on her back. She was glad she had thought to borrow Paul's radio for her sunbath. It helped her nerves to listen to music. She hadn't seen either Paul or Anne since early that morning, she realized. But recently they had been as thick as thieves, even closer than they usually were, always up to some new project together. She was glad to see that they were both happy. It was also clear that they were getting better and better looking every day. Paul was beginning to resemble his father in a way that Stella couldn't help but find disturbing at times, from certain angles his strong aquiline features took on the same expressions that she had once loved so much in her husband's face. And his body... well, his body was a smaller, younger version of his father's.
Stella figured she might as well give up all hope of hearing from Jason again. This last absence of his had been the longest yet. Already three years now... she could hardly believe it. Usually he stayed away a few months, but never longer than a year. And each time he would come back contrite and begging forgiveness for his hasty departure. 'Wanderlust' was the word he used to describe the feeling that took hold of him, making him have to drop everything and leave. Stella knew that it wasn't so much a question of other women, although she hardly kidded herself into thinking that Jason led a monk's life while away from her. It was more a need he had for constantly changing horizons, ever changing faces and patterns.
Each time Jason returned, she would willingly take him back, and both of them would believe for a while that this would be the time he would stay.
With a sigh, Stella rolled over again and undid the strap at the back of her bikini top, letting the sun's hot rays spread warmth across her already well-tanned back.
After another half-hour of sunning, Stella rose to her feet and gathered up her beach paraphernalia. Walking slowly back up to the house, dazed from the heat, she looked forward to a cool drink and perhaps a nice long bath. Week-ends were really the only time she had to rest up for the long week, and this Saturday morning had been a good start.
When she entered the coolness of the house, Stella noticed immediately that the twins had been there and gone since she had been out on the beach. The tell-tale signs of their hurried lunch-making were still spread out over the kitchen counter and empty 7-Up bottles stood on the drain board.
"Those kids!" she said, shaking her head and smiling. But then she noticed something else. The mail had been propped on the counter next to a half-eaten tuna fish sandwich.
She saw it right away. The odd shaped foreign postcard with its fluted edges was exactly like the ones she often got from Jason.
She grabbed it up, barely glancing at its colorful photograph depicting palm trees and half-clad native girls engaged in some sort of ritual dance. It was the handwriting that interested her.
Baby ... getting in around the 2oth. Be on the look-out for me... Jason Trembling with excitement, Stella hastily searched for a calendar. When she finally remembered there was one right on the kitchen wall, she realized what she had suspected. It was already the 22nd!
"Oh, NO!" She cast a nervous glance at the door. "He could be here any second!" Her hand flew to her hair, and she dashed hurriedly into the bedroom, her heart pounding wildly. How could she have ever thought he wouldn't come back. He always came back.
"Thank God!" she thought, looking at herself in the mirror. "He always comes back!" She drew a bath and hopping in, she realized she felt alive and vibrant as a teen-ager getting ready for her first date. A saner voice inside her head kept uttering words of caution. After all, he had been away for three whole years without so much a word. And he had the nerve to expect her to be waiting for him! For all he knew, she could have slipped down to Mexico and divorced him by now. How did he know she didn't have another man? She had almost had another man, she thought ruefully, remembering Steve and the wild passion she had known with him.
But no matter what her better judgment tried to tell her, Stella knew that she could never really belong to anyone else but Jason.
Hours later, Stella reached over and turned out the light beside her bed. She tossed and turned for several hours, sorely disappointed because Jason had not yet put in an appearance. Perhaps he had changed his mind, she worried, perhaps something has happened to him. ... Finally exhausted, she fell into a fitful sleep, tired after having, expended so much energy in nervous anticipation.
It was exactly 3:33 A.M. when Jason parked his rented car on the road directly above the house. He fished in his pocket for his keys hoping that Stella hadn't had the locks on the house changed since he was last there.
"Wow," he thought. "Had it really been three years?" He paused a moment, his tall silhouette outlined against the night sky. In his mind's eye, an image of Stella as he had last seen her appeared. He cursed himself once more for ever having left her and the kids.
The key turned easily and silent as a cat burglar Jason slipped into the house. He looked around in the darkness, illuminated only by the moonlight shining in through the glass doors. He remembered which bedroom was Stella's and went to it immediately, opening the door and stepping in-side. The soft sound of his wife's breathing reached him as he stood with his back to the door. He could see her shapely outline beneath the sheet of her bed as she lay tossing and turning.
"Damn!" he thought. "What a fool I am!"
He began taking off his clothes, first removing his navy blue pea coat and then the dark work clothes he'd worn off the ship. His tall well-built body was still in as good condition as when he had won many prizes in both weight-lifting and physique. He prided himself in keeping fit. He approached Stella's bed and towered over her, willing her to open her eyes. And she did.
Something had seemed different in the room she didn't know if it was a sound she had heard or just a feeling. But whatever it was, she opened her eyes and looked directly at Jason.
"Oh, Darling!" she cried, wrapping her arms swiftly up around his neck as he bent to reach her, covering her sleepy body with his. The moment she had been waiting for so long had arrived.
"Oh, Jason... you feel wonderful!" Stella whispered into his ear, writhing the flatness of her belly up against him.
Jason pushed his hands down beneath her cupping the fullness of her ass in the palms of his hands, pulling her crotch even tighter up against his already swelling penis. Stella's nails trailed across his back, leaving small red welts in their path. She moved up and down slowly, insinuating her widespread slit up against the rock-hardness of Jason's cock. Jason could feel the moisture beginning to seep from her pussy and the pressure building in his balls was almost unbearable.
"Now, darling!" Stella moaned. "Take me quick... fuck me... NOW!" And suddenly her legs were wrapping around his back and he could feel her small hand on his cock, positioning him so that the red bulbous tip of his prick stood pointing directly at the entrance of her throbbing vaginal lips.
"Quickly, Jason... quickly..." Stella pleaded and Jason could wait no longer. He flicked his hips forward with a sudden almost cruel thrust that drove his lust-hardened rod of flesh crashing into the gaping hot mouth of her pussy. His lips spread back over his teeth as he felt the smooth rubbery head of his shaft slide smoothly into her tightness... it seemed that it would never fit into her.
He remembered how it used to be. Every time was like the first time with Stella... and she hadn't changed at all. Her tight little pussy sucked and squeezed at his prick, allowing it to enter her only a fraction of an inch at a time, prolonging the wonderful delicious moment when he would reach bottom, smashing the tip of his hardness into her cervix.
"Ooooooohhhhh..." Stella groaned, sinking her teeth into Jason's shoulder. "Come and get me, baby ... come and get me!" She growled low and animal-like beneath him, and he watched her eyes roll back in the sockets while her vagina seeped more wetness around his advancing rod, still on its seemingly never-ending journey into the depths of her hungrily contracting belly.
And then suddenly, he reached bottom, his en-tire member sunk deep into her, his balls slapping softly against her up-turned ass. He flicked the tip inside her, bringing a low moan from between his wife's tightly clenched teeth.
Jason began skewering hard into her wide-spread cunt, forcing his thick cock deeper still and at the same time pulling her buttocks up higher, twisting them around so that he could slap his balls up against them as the blunt cudgel of his prick possessed her. Stella strained under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the desperately squeaking mat-tress. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side, perspiration beginning to break out all over her, mixing with the sweat pouring down from Jason's muscular body. She moved in perfect time with him, pushing and dropping her hips as his groans of ecstatic pleasure spurred her to higher and higher plateaus of passion.
"Sooo long..." she cried. "It's been soooo long!" gasping as she drove herself toward a frenzy of sexual excitement using every straining muscle in her tortured body to meet the demands of his huge cock as it sank in and out of her aching cunt. She pulled on his back, drawing him deep into the already stretched cavern that ached with a crazed desire for more and more of this man who had suddenly come back into her life.
Stella moaned in an unending series of sounds under Jason's assault, and he knew he was getting the effect he wanted when his wife desperately tensed her legs around him. An exquisite plea-sure grew and grew as the trembling sheath of her vagina slid back and forth over his thrusting penis and the fleshy slapping sound he made each time he pinned Stella to the mattress echoed throughout the room. Pulling out of her, he left only the very tip of his cock touching the small circle of hair-lined muscle sphincter that surrounded the- entrance of her cunt, then ramming into her, Jason let his cock surge forward like a bulldozer moving soft earth out of its path. Over and over he repeated himself until they were both mindlessly smacking belly against belly.
Unbridled passion and pleasure seeped relentlessly through Stella's raw nerve-ends. It rippled through her pussy and out of the fleece-lined vaginal lips, dancing like fire across the milky white thighs, up the full length of her splayed legs and circled around inside her toes, making them curl tightly against the balls of her feet. It worked its way up from her contracting belly through her rib cage and out to the tips of her pink palpitating nipples, which peaked into hard tiny buds, sensitive to even the touch of the air around them.
Stella rotated her hips from one side to the other, working around her husband's impaling member, her vagina dilating in time to Jason's all-out, and no holds barred attack. It was like he had a small heart imbedded in the surging head of his prick... a heart whose fervent heat beat against her inner passage endeavoring to become a part of her. She couldn't remember how she had ever survived without warmth spreading through-out her womb. She and Jason were one fleshy mass of sensation, merged together by their renewed love for each other. They were a very efficient love-machine.
Jason's prick began another slow withdrawal, pulling thin soft ridges of pink flesh out with it as Stella screwed her pelvis down onto the mat-tress. When he re-entered the soft yielding folds, his shiny glistening length was swallowed whole into the salacious opening. The streaming passage was now wet and slippery and the giant head slid up inside her warm cuntal channel without stop-ping until his soft hair covered balls slapped against her anus and he jerked forward on the down stroke.
Jason knew his wife well enough to tell that she was near completion as the emitted soft gurgling sounds that emanated from deep within her throat as though she had no control over them. Knowing this, he continued his merciless thrusting with all his strength. The juices of her milking vagina created a liquid sucking sound as the in and out sawing movement continued, and suddenly Stella thrust herself sharply up, burying his thick cock deep inside her, her back arched a foot off the squealing bed, her feet planted flat on either side of Jason's knees.
"Oooooooooh... fuck it... fuck it hard... HARD!" she pleaded, mumbling obscene words that flashed across her mind, trying to spur him on even further, if that was possible. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head as Stella strained for the final explosion that was so near.
All at once she was vibrating, wet white cum streaming from her throbbing passage, drowning his penetrating rod with its warmth and trickling down the crevice of her ass over Jason's balls to drench the sheets that were crumpled beneath them.
"OOOOOOOOh YYYYYYYES!" she repeated over and over again, her mouth gaping wide in ecstatic abandon. She mumbled on incoherently until the sounds coming from her mouth were a mass of jumbled unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known only to her.
"MMMMMMMMMM, Stella honey... sooooo goooood!" Jason crooned down at his wife. "Just like the old days... just like it used to be!" He flexed the tip of his cock deep and high, his balls aching to spill their fullness into her hot, wildly sucking pit.
"More..." Stella begged. "Take me more...."
Jason responded by pulling completely out of his wife's quaking cunt and straddling her torso, letting his rigid rod bob obscenely between the twin white mounds of her breasts. The cool air of the room sent rivers of chills through Stella's body as Jason cupped her breasts in his hands and pressed the full orbs against his throbbing prick. He sawed in and out of her newly created 'cunt' pushing in until the red swollen head of his cock pressed tightly against her throat. Stella bent her head forward as far as possible and on each in stroke of Jason's cock, her tongue flicked out, and its tip digging into the tiny opening at the lewdly looming tip.
Suddenly Jason released his grip on Stella's breasts and grabbed her by the hair, holding her head immobile as he pushed his cum-ready prick at her, allowing himself to slide six of his ten inches into her warm, fleshy mouth.
"Oh, yeah!" he hissed. "Suck it, baby... suck it good!"
* * *
The twins had gotten in the habit of making loge in the confines of Paul's room, to prevent being overheard. Anne had blossomed into a fabulous sex creature, opening herself up to her brother's caresses like a flower responding to a fresh spring rain.
That very night while Stella tossed and turned thinking about Jason, they had indulged in a long session during which they brought one another to new heights of excitement, experimenting with strange positions that involved semi-acrobatics. Afterward, thinking it would make for pleasant variety, they decided to sleep in Anne's room. Since they knew that Stella was no longer dating Steve, they were prepared for an uneventful sleep. The two angelic looking figures wrapped close together in each other's arms in sleep looked as though butter wouldn't have melted in their mouths. Yet, when they woke simultaneously to the now familiar sound of their mother's love-making, they were both aroused to a frenzy of delight, giggling as they jumped up and down and pressed their ears to the wall.
"She's at it again," Paul whispered, fondling his sister's right breast." Jeez, I wonder what it would be like...."
"You mean..." Anne stammered, her hand making its way toward her brother's rock pinnacled cock. "You'd like to... to... I mean..."
"Yes, you've got it! I bet it feels a lot like you feel!" His hand slipped easily into the small opening of Anne's gently pulsing pussy, and she parted her legs a bit.
"Mmmmmmm!" she cooed.
"Come on, Sis... Follow me... you're gonna get it just the way Mom is...."
"I wonder who she's with. ..." Anne whispered as they made their way like Indians through the living room, lost in the exciting game they were playing. When they reached the deck they saw right away that the windows were closed, but the curtains were open, allowing them to see in. But they could only make out two shadowy figures, the moon having disappeared behind a cloud. Paul spread a blanket on the wooden deck anyway, and together they huddled as close as they dared, so as not to miss a moment of what was taking place on the other side of the sliding glass doors. There was just enough light for them to make out the essentials.
Stella's fingers moved up under her husband's slender buttocks. She thought that his enormous cock might strangle her, but somehow she knew she'd manage to open her mouth wide enough to accommodate its massive bulk. It pulsed deep into her throat as she valiantly sucked on it as though it contained a magic fluid necessary for her survival.
Still straddling her chest, Jason moved quickly back and forth, his black hair flying as his head snapped backward from the impact of his plea-sure. No one could suck cock like his Stella.
"Oh, baby... I thought about this many a night!" he hissed down at her wildly sucking face. "Your mouth is like an angel's cunt!"
A low groan escaped his lips as his balls pushed up against his wife's chin each time he shoved into her gaping mouth. He held her head in his hands, adjusting her position to suit his every whim. The warm recesses of her mouth became one with the taut skin of his swollen rod so that he no longer knew where one began and the other left off.
* * *
"But Paul, I've never done ANYTHING like that!"
"Of course not, but you'll like it, I promise you! If Mom likes it, you know it's got to be good!" He pushed his sister's head down on the blanket and straddled her chest, his knees on either side of her slender body. Her breasts were flattened against her under the weight of Paul's ass. In this position, he could still look in through the glass door. But all that Anne could see was the bobbing blood-bloated bulb of Paul's impatient cock waving almost menacingly, directly in front of her face.
"Paul! I don't want to!" she whispered hoarsely up at him. But his lips undulated against her face and although she felt a slight revulsion at the thought of what she was about to do, she opened her mouth wide, allowing her brother's thick prick to enter the satiny damp of her mouth. At first she gagged on the thick instrument, and then the warm pungent taste of their commingled juices seeped to her taste buds and as Paul began to rock into her, a deeper kind of sensuality took hold of her.
Anne realized that she had possessed her brother even more than before. Their bond was even tighter by this new act of lascivious lust. His cock was so near, so close, she was overpowered by desire as she began to suck wildly in an effort to consume him. With mindless eroticism, Paul thrust his hips forward in an obscure imitation of the man on the other side of the glass.
* * *
Stella's tongue flicked out, performing a tantalizing circle around the flushed tip of Jason's prick. Her head bobbed in a sawing motion and the sucking sound was mind shattering. Her saliva mixed with the sticky fluid that began slowly seeping from Jason's impaling rod in anticipation of its rapidly approaching, climax.
His hands moved backwards across her heaving belly and down to her flowering cunt. Orgasmic secretions were still seeping from her soft blonde pussy when he thrust his thick fingers into the fleshy fragrant folds. She bucked beneath him, buffeting her crotch up against his digging hand in order to get his fingers as deep as possible into her yearning hole.
A garbled gurgle of happiness started deep in Stella's throat and exploded all around his penetrating penis driving him with breakneck speed to a shattering climax. He thrust into her, smashing against her lips with a spasmodic rhythm, never ceasing to grapple about in her silken folds of womanhood.
Suddenly, with a long low groan, he arched his back and gave in to the fierce explosion in his dangling testicles.
"Here it comes, baby... comin' to get ya."
* * *
Paul pistoned frantically as his sister licked the length and breadth of his granite-hard penis. His blond hair flowed out behind his head, stringy in the damp sea air. In his mind, sometimes he was fucking Anne and sometimes his mother... God! He thought... HIS MOTHER... Could she really take his bloated cock... take it into her mouth until she would make him cum... shit yes... he wanted to cum in his mother's mouth like the guy who seemed so oddly familiar to him there in the shadows. But now... now, his beautiful sister, his twin, was going to receive his juices... his most intimate gift would traverse her system... become a part of her being.
Anne prepared herself to receive the spurting jets of her brother's cum. She was afire with a tormenting, frenzy of sensations as the driving, drooling piston churned inside her mouth. Her own hands went down between her legs and swiftly she brought herself to the careening edge of orgasm.
"Suck it! ... Suck me good! ... I'm... I'm gonna shoot it... I'm gonna shoot it... nn... nooooowww!!!" Paul cried out in a thick hoarse whisper.
Anne was sucking at his semen, swallowing and gulping, getting it all down while she choked on her own crashing climax. She was hungry for everything her brother had to give her and she knew that she would willingly accept anything from him... anything at all. Her true self had disappeared, blotted out by Paul's driving cock and she was like a slave submitting willingly to her master's will.
* * *
The twins were both sniffling the next morning as they made themselves breakfast. They knew they were both coming down with colds because of their long exposure outdoors the night before but they didn't regret even one minute of it.
"It was worth it" Anne said stirring her coffee languidly. She felt her snug young pussy give a slight twitch at the memory of Paul's cock in her mouth. "Mmmmmmm... ." she cooed. "I can still taste it."
Paul looked over at his golden haired sister . . His lover... as he poured milk over a large bowl of cornflakes.
"Come over here behind the counter and you can have the same all over again!"
Anne was about to answer when Stella's door opened and she appeared radiant before them. She was clad only in a short see-through gown as she smiled brilliantly at her children.
"Darlings..." she said. "I have a wonderful surprise for you." She paused dramatically and then continued. "Your father is home! ... This time for good, I think... this time for good!"
Both Anne and Paul gulped and stood open-mouthed in shock watching their beautiful mother as she blew them a kiss and returned to the bed-room and her awaiting husband. They looked at each other in silence for a long moment, realizing that it was their own father they had been watching so avidly the night before. A combination of jealousy and perverted longing to experience even more fully the lovemaking that had consumed their parents, even as it must have the night they were conceived took hold of them both. And shortly, without saying a word, they returned to Anne's room where they could overhear the sounds of Stella's softly contented sighs as she lay in their father's arms.
"Oh, boy... ," Paul murmured. "Oh, boy!"
Chapter 6
The twins found that the presence of their father stimulated their imagination to new delights. During the day they spent most of their time, as usual, surfing with friends triumphantly riding the waves together, spending hours peacefully waiting out beyond the barrier for the perfect wave, feeling the soft caress of the ocean on their perfectly developed bodies as they floated with their boards.
They talked out there, mostly of the mounting turmoil that churned within them, a turmoil caused by the sight of their father and mother in the most intimate situations. They were glad that Stella was so happy, they had never seen her so radiant. But although they both remembered Jason well they were still unprepared for this new image of him. The last time he had returned from his travels they were only twelve and now they had a completely new and decidedly more sophisticated outlook on life. They found, to their embarrassment that they could not look at either one of them now without blushing.
Stella attributed it to some new phase they were going through and Jason accepted it as a part of the necessary period of adjustment. He was set on staying this time, having promised Stella that he would look for work in San Diego... some-thing that would give him plenty of time to spend with her and the kids. He found his wife mellower than before, somehow more womanly, and he had not thought it possible for her to be more of a woman than she already was. She seduced him with her every move, her every look, each night, and on weekends during the afternoons he feasted on her abundant charms, long and lovingly.
It was a particularly hot weekday afternoon when Anne returned from the beach alone in search of lemonade. While she was there, she thought she might as well take a nice long shower. She felt sandy and itchy, and she knew the water would refresh her enough so that she could spend several more hours outside with her brother.
The house was very still. Stella was still at work, and Anne figured that Jason was probably in town looking for a job, so she left the bathroom door open to allow for greater escape of the steam. First she let the water run ice cold and then warm, leaving the shower curtain open, but closing the glass partition so that the water wouldn't run out.
Anne's skin responded to the tingling needles of water and she shivered. Her hair fell forward into her eyes, and she arched her back, pushing it back on her head. Her long slender body gave it-self up to the wet pleasure of the jetting liquid, and she turned herself about slowly allowing it to course along the jutting nipples on her pink breasts, down along her belly, to the honey gold of her loins, where it slid between the delicate pillows of her sex, tickling the sensitive inner bud of her clitoris.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" she crooned, wishing that Paul would come up from the beach to surprise her in the shower. "Mmmmmmm!" she turned again and the water slid down the crack of her buttocks, streaming down the long creamy thighs to fall splashing at her feet.
Jason woke up when he heard the shower going. He'd been taking an afternoon nap after spending a frustrating morning in town looking for work. After spending so many years at sea he didn't find many people willing to take him on for an extended period of time. They all figured he'd be off again soon, answering the call of the sea. It was a bitch! He thought ruefully. Here he was trying to make a go of it by doing the right thing, and everything seemed to be conspiring against him. He sat up and threw his long legs over the edge of the bed. He sat there scratching his ribs for a second and then stood.
"I wonder who's in the john," he thought. "Must be one of the kids." Those crazy kids. Damned if he could understand them. But still he couldn't help but be proud. They were by far the healthiest, most attractive teenagers he'd ever seen. That Anne was getting to be a real looker.
Jason looked out the window toward the beach. Not a soul was in sight. Maybe he'd meander down there after he had something to eat. Mean-while, his belly was growling and he had to get something in it fast. He opened the bedroom door and started out toward the kitchen. The loud sound of water splashing made him look toward the open bathroom door. Going closer, he was startled to see through the open shower curtain an incredibly beautiful nude languidly turning her body to and fro beneath the flow of the water! At first he thought it was Stella. It looked just like Stella . ... But he knew she was not his wife... it was Anne, his daughter! Her figure paralleled Stella's almost exactly, but it was slightly more slender and willowy and as Jason watched, unable to tear his eyes away, he realized that it was like looking at Stella when he first met her when he first desired her so much that he couldn't sleep nights for thinking about her.
When he used to sneak out late at night and go to her house, climbing in the window and making love to her right in her parents' home... right in her own bed.
He started to turn away, realizing that he was gaping... gaping like a fish at his own daughter. But something made him stay rooted to the spot. Anne's eyes were closed, and she was clearly in some kind of ecstasy. She appeared to be moaning, although he could hear nothing over the sound of the water. But her lips were slightly parted, and her face took on a look of... yes, he had to admit it to himself... lust!
With a start, Jason realized that his cock was standing straight up, sticking out of the opening of his bathrobe, pointing exactly in the direction of the bathroom. His face became a deep purple with the realization of what he was doing, and he put his hand on his huge rod, trying to force it down to a less shameful position. He turned away, cursing, starting once more toward the kitchen, but then he stopped dead in his tracks, turned about and looked again. If he had been a piece of metal, and his daughter a magnet, he could not have been more drawn to her. When he looked this time, Anne had spread her legs slightly and she was bending her knees, arching her back in one of the lewdest positions Jason had ever seen ... and he'd been around the world and back!
"God!" he exclaimed, "She's letting the water jerk her, off!"
Anne groaned as the warm water slid along the erected tissue of her clitoris, pounding an even tattoo, soft and yet firm, running in rivulets along the sensitive pink insides of her pussy.
"MMMMmmMMmmmm!" she hummed, sticking her little pointed tongue out between her teeth. Her knees flexed slightly in a steady rocking motion as she let the water play with her exposed cunt. The feeling was almost too good to be true... Why hadn't she ever thought of this before? She must tell Paul about it right away... as soon as it was over! But the way it was feeling, she wanted it to last a long time.
"Oooooh it's good! GOOOOD!" she sighed. Her hand went down between her legs, three fingers sliding inside the golden hair-lined opening, creating a fascinating new sensation in her young desire-ridden cunt. Her strong, lithe body jerked up slightly as the probing fingers slipped inside the moist flaming hole of her vagina. She tried to imagine Paul's cock in there, big and hard, thrusting back and forth, harder and harder... her hand moved faster and faster as she panted out of breath. ...
OH, IT WAS BIG, BIGGER THAN HER THREE FINGERS, BIG AS PAUL... BIG AS DADDY, BIG AS DADDY... oooooH... OH, IT'S BIG... HOT... SMOOTH...! ... AAAAAAAAAAHAAH!
She was cumming... wildly... crazily. The orgasm was traversing her wet body in zigzagging motions, and she had to reach out and steady herself against the shower glass in order to keep from falling.
Jason couldn't believe his eyes... worse, he couldn't believe that he was still standing there watching! Yet a forklift truck wouldn't have been able to move him from the spot. The mixture of guilt and passion made his giant cock tremble with desire. That most magnificent specimen of womanhood was his very own daughter... much changed since he had last seen her, but his nonetheless.
"Holy Moses and all the saints above," he thought, "she's too damned good to be true!"
His thick blood-filled rod jutted out obscenely, aquiver with a hot sparking need, a need to be inside that young slithery pussy that he knew had become ripe for fucking. He watched Anne's final spasm in awe. He'd never seen anything like it! Large warm droplets of cum spurted from his long, over-excited prick, turning rapidly into a stream of semen that shot several feet from him in the direction of the bathroom. Jason groaned as the orgasm took hold of his guts. HE HADN'T L'VEN TOUCHED HIMSELF! After it was over, he hurriedly left the scene returning to the bed-room. Anne was in a semi-swoon leaning against the glass shower partition, her round firm young buttocks smashed against the pane in lewd distortion.
Much later Anne left the shower. Far from refreshed she was exhausted! What a workout! As she tiptoed her way barefoot across the hard-wood floor, her bathrobe clutched around her, she was surprised to see little pools of white liquid dotting the floor. If she didn't know better, she thought, she'd swear that they looked like that most precious liquid of Paul's that she had come to require, like a tonic, to be taken orally and in other interesting ways.
* * *
That night Paul and Anne pressed themselves close against the window pane of their parents' bedroom. They were hugging each other tight, fully dressed in Levi's and sweatshirts. They stood a long time waiting for Jason and Stella to begin to make love. But so far Jason had done nothing but look at the new portable TV he had bought for the bedroom, and Stella was alternately watching and reading a book. The glass door was closed, but the twins could peek through from a position low on the door, where they were sure no one would ever be looking.
Jason was greatly disturbed about what had happened that afternoon. That little minx, he kept thinking... that little minx! Stella looked at her husband curiously over the top of her book. He seemed so distant. She hoped he wasn't thinking of leaving again... not so soon. She was trying to prepare against the time when he would have to leave, even though she had done her best to persuade herself that this time was THE time... the last time they would have to say goodbye. She knew that it hurt his pride not to have found work yet, even though he still had quite a bit of money saved up from his last voyage. It wasn't the money, it was the idea of Stella going out to work while he remained idle. He was a man who liked to keep busy, she knew. If only he would find something to do soon, then his departure would be forestalled.
Stella was still tired when she returned home from work, but now it was different, she had something to look forward to when she got home. A complete family... the man she adored, beautiful and gifted children... what more could she ask for? She sighed as she lay there in bed, casting an anxious glance at Jason's profile.
"Are you coming to bed soon, darling?" she asked.
"No, baby... I've got some thinking to do. I think I'll go out for a walk as soon as the Tonight Show is over."
"Alright..." Stella responded in a small voice her worries given food by his answer.
In a few moments Johnny Carson was over and a commercial for breath mints came up. Jason stood up and flicked off the screen on the small television set. He stretched up, yawned, and bent low to kiss Stella.
"You may be asleep by the time I get back. Oh, I won't be long... don't worry." He kissed her stiffly on the lips, inserting his tongue briefly between them. "Love you!" he added to reassure her. Then he ambled to the deck door and opened it, stepping out and closing it behind him.
The twins hadn't had time to get back inside, so they dashed to the deck railing as far away from their parents' door as they could get in a few seconds, which wasn't very far ... and they were looking up, pretending an exaggerated interest in the Milky Way directly above them.
Jason was shocked to see them there... and the first thing he thought of was that they could very easily see into the bedroom. Lord knows what they might have seen, he thought... why if Stella and I had been... He looked at them suspiciously... "What are you kids doing out here?"
"Oh, nothin'," Paul answered, casually as he could. "Just hanging out! Some pretty groovy stars up there!"
"Yeah! Real groovy!" Anne echoed him, her voice trembling.
Jason cleared his throat. He was very nervous about seeing Anne face to face after what he had witnessed.
"Well, I'm going for a walk," he said finally brushing past them and walking down the wooden steps that led to the beach. He took off his sandals, when he got down to the sand and began trudging along up the beach.
He could feel the curious eyes of his children on him as he walked and he was glad when he had finally gotten out of their line of vision.
He looked up at the stars, and then walked close down by the water's edge where the waves were coming in. As the water washed over his feel and ankles he got to thinking about Anne again and then about Anne and Paul. Suppose they had been at that window before... why they could have been there watching everything, he and Stella did, and they never would have noticed. That would certainly account for Anne being slightly advanced sexually! Slightly! He spoke the word ironically, tossing it out to the waves. But what about Paul? Nothing seemed to make any sense, really since he'd spied his daughter in the shower. He wished he'd just stayed in bed.
But Jason couldn't deny the bulge in his pants, where his cock once more rose to betray his thoughts when the memory of Anne diddling herself under the running water became more and more vivid. He had walked almost two miles when he realized it was time to turn back. But his erection was still tight and aching, and his balls were beginning to hurt and he couldn't help wondering if Anne was still a virgin, and if not, who the boy was...
"Shit" he thought, "I'd give anything to be able to get into that little pussy! If only I weren't her father! ... I mean... Oh, hell, I don't know what I mean!"
He returned to the house every bit as disturbed as he was when he left, if not more so. But there was one thing at least that he resolved to get to the bottom of... this business of them being out on that deck at night! When he entered the bedroom, he walked immediately to the curtains and drew them across the wide glass doors.
Stella stirred as he slipped into bed beside her. She smiled and fell back to sleep instantly, happy that her man was back.
The next day, Stella rose early as usual, fixed herself a light breakfast and drove off to work. She hadn't bothered to wake Jason, since he seemed to be in such a deep sleep, but she left a note for him asking him to meet her after work so they could have dinner together in town.
The twins were quite capable of getting their own dinner, and she hoped that during a nice evening together she would be able to get Jason to tell her what was on his mind.
It was almost noon by the time Jason got up.
He pulled open the curtains and was almost blinded by the sun. His head throbbed as though he had been drinking the night before. He wished he had been. He found Stella's note on the bathroom mirror, read it and decided he'd take her flowers when he met her later on. Then he brushed his teeth, showered and shaved and went into the living room. Might as well start the day right, he thought, trying to take an optimistic view. The house was apparently empty... no sign of the twins, and he was glad he had the time to get himself together... He'd really gone off the deep end with his thinking the night before, he realized as he made himself a cup of coffee. Today in the bright sunshine, all that seemed far away. He was probably exaggerating everything, including his own reactions! He read the morning paper happily with this new trend of thought, and everything was going well until he looked up and saw Anne standing at the deck door. She slid the door back and entered the living room.
"Why don't you make some noise sometimes!" he yelled at her, startled by her almost unearthly appearance.
Anne smiled at him angelically. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she said... "I always walk lightly on the steps because I don't want to get splinters!"
She seemed pleased to have scared him, he thought, too pleased. He watched with annoyance as Anne meandered into the kitchen, tracking sand as she went.
His frustration grew as he heard her humming to herself.
"Anne," he called, "Come out here!"
"You called?" she said, mimicking something she had seen once in a movie.
"Yes! ... I don't want you and Paul hanging around on that deck at night anymore. Do you hear me?"
"What?" Anne asked, surprised and frightened at the same time. Had he seen anything? She decided to brazen it out... that was usually the best way.
"What do you mean?" she cried. "What is this... Russia or something? What's that supposed to mean? Why can't we be on our own porch if we want to? Mother never told us not to... It was fine with her all the time you were gone!"
"Don't you talk to me like that, young lady!"
Jason yelled, standing up. He was infuriated that she dared speak to him in that tone of voice. "Hasn't your mother taught you any manners at all? What are you two, a couple of little heathens?"
"What do you care?" Anne screamed, angry in her turn. "You've hardly ever been here... What is it to you?"
Jason took two giant steps over to the kitchen and grabbed his daughter by the arm. Yelling, he dragged her into the living room. "You're damned right!" he said... "I should have been here to tan your hide good!" Ignoring Anne's screams he turned her over his knee. Although she struggled fiercely, his strength was too much for her, and she was soon in the proper position, her buttocks clad only in a vibrant yellow bikini. She was offered up to his eyes like a human sacrifice.
"You think you're too old for this!" he blustered. "Well, as long as I'm in this house, you'll never be too old!" His hand came down hard on Anne's resilient bottom, making a loud smack that resounded throughout the room. He could feel the sting of the impact of his palm on her quivering young buttocks as he lifted his hand once more into the air. But no sooner had he hit her than the enormity of what he was doing struck him. Looking down at Anne's wriggling bottom, he could clearly see the outline of the crevice of her ass, and beneath the scant material, her burgeoning buttocks bloomed, dancing before his crazed eyes like two small beach balls bobbing in the sea. She lay across his legs, one hand holding her firm so that the other would be free to move. Her cries of protest resounded in his ears, and it seemed that time had stopped right then and there... that his hand was suspended in a stop action pose, his eyes boring deep circles of heat into the tantalizing orbs of his daughter's round behind.
Jason's large cock sprang up between his legs, jabbing into Anne's belly as she lay stretched out across her father's knees. When she felt it, she stopped her childlike cries of protest, and the sounds coming from her lips more closely resembled uncertain mews of perversity. The pain spreading throughout her cheeks tingled deep into her loins, changing there to another sort of torture. She couldn't help herself. That cock stabbing up into her stomach through her father's bath-robe felt so huge, that she could easily imagine the delights it would give her demanding pussy. Seeing it was one thing, she realized, feeling it, quite another. The sure knowledge that her father was excited by her proximity gave her the courage she needed. By moving her hips in a certain way, it was easy to rub her protruding pubic mound against his thigh. The material of her bathing suit had ridden up into her crack creating an added friction there so that every time she moved now the pleasure was acute.
Jason could see what was happening. He could see it, but he could do nothing about it. He was powerless to stop himself, powerless to change what was coming. His hand came down again, not so hard as before, and this time it rested a long moment on the soft bouncy bottom of the young girl who called him Daddy.
"Daddy!" she cried out. "What are you doing?"
Anne wriggled more, moaning softly as her pussy rubbed against her father's leg. She humped her ass up so that Jason's hand moved into the crack between the two swells of firm well-tanned flesh. The hand touched bare skin, and the fingers curled about the silk-like area. She bucked up again, and the hand slipped between the furrows of her upper thighs, there where her little cunt nestled moistly.
"Aaaaah!" she sighed, at the obscene feel of his hand there. The giant prick was jumping against her belly now, and every time she rolled a bit, it seemed to swell even more!
"Oh, God!" she said, "Daddy.... Daddy!"
"Anne!" Jason cried out, beyond control now, his hand searching up, up, under the tight fabric of the swimsuit, into the dark hot pit where tendrils of soft young pubic hair brushed his probing, nervous fingers. His fingers slipped in, sinking farther than he thought they would. The tips were on fire, going where all moral laws forbade him to go. This was wrong! This was Evil... and yet, she was egging him on... she seemed to want it so... and he wanted it even more... wanted it with all his being! He panted his lust, his breath coming in great sobs as his fingers knew the churning depths of his daughter's tight pink hole.
It didn't last long. It didn't have to. Anne could stand it no more. Her clit was bumping wildly against her father's knee now and his fingers were driving her mad! The feel of his huge cock against her flat belly was too much to take. Her father was the most exciting man she had ever known. Paul was like an extension of herself... but her father... was almost like a stranger. Yet it was better than that... he had all the benefits of being a stranger, while still being someone close to her... the man who had created her, for heaven's sake. And he loved her... he wanted her. ...
"Ooooooh Daddy! Daddddddy! She wailed. "Daddy!"
Her orgasm struck her like her father's hand, suddenly and accurately, taking hold of her and bending her to its will. As she churned on his lap, his hand stuck deep up into her streaming vagina, between the trembling pillows of her buttocks, she felt his white hot jism splash against her stomach and then splash again, wetting her entire middle section.
"Anne...!" Jason cried out as he came, "I, I can't... . Oh no... Nooooo!" But it was too late. The deed had been done.
A few minutes later, Jason helped Anne slide down onto the floor. He stood up, looking at her, as she scrambled to her feet. He was shaking all over, white as a sheet. Anne looked up at him, a little shaky too. She was about to throw her arms about his neck, when he turned and stumbled from the room.
"I'm sorry. ... Anne, I'm sorry!" she heard him saying before he closed the door of the bed-room.
* * *
Stella stepped out of her office building and looked around her with anticipation. She was sure that Jason would be around somewhere. Jason, meanwhile, watched her from the parked car. She stood out from all the other women who were leaving the building, by far fresher and lovelier than any of them. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. His wife! God, she deserved better than him. Finally, he got out of the car, and waved to her with the flowers he had gotten at the florist's in the next block. She came running to meet him, her white dress gleaming in the sunlight, pale blond hair swinging free and easy. He watched her tits jumping as she ran... and a surge of desire ran through him. Yet, he could not forget what he had done to Anne that afternoon. How could he ever forget it? AND WHAT WOULD STELLA DO IF SHE EVER FOUND OUT! Probably run him out of town for good this time, he thought... and she'd be right.
"Still pensive, darling?" Stella asked. "You know, it can't be all that bad. Why don't you tell me about it?" She was sniffing the roses... apricot roses, very special between her and Jason. They always meant more than love, their color signified deep passion, smooth sleepless nights of lust, and delights of creamy skin against hard muscle.
"Thank you, darling... thank you so much!"
Jason drove in silence until he found the restaurant he wanted. A small Chinese place with private booths. They had often eaten there in the past, and the place held pleasant memories for both of them.
When they were seated Jason had ordered preliminary drinks... . . two double Beefeaters on the rocks sprayed with Vermouth, tiny pearl onions inserted in the crystalline depths. While they sat sipping the drinks they studied the menu at a leisurely pace, certain that no one would rush them no matter how long they took. They were early, and they planned to stay late... but none of the Chinese waiters really cared. The slated wooden doors closed them into a small room, decorated tastefully with Oriental drawings. Mandarin music seeped in through the walls, and they were free to relax comfortably on soft benches of tufted red plush material.
The first Gibson helped to soothe Jason's ragged nerves, and he was thankful to his wife for remaining relatively silent. She was a good woman, he thought. She always knew when it was better not to say too much. She knew him very well, really, he thought, looking across the marble table at her as she studied the menu. I wonder if she would ever suspect me of... his mind balked at the word. Incest seemed too definite a word, too fraught with sociological implications. But he couldn't really get around it... it was the only word that applied.
Stella looked up at him and smiled. "Shall we have another?" she asked.
Jason rang a small buzzer and the waiter arrived with another set of drinks. They didn't have to ask... it was understood.
The memory of Anne's tight, youthful cunt remained with his fingers, and he seemed to still smell the sweet odor from between her legs, even though he had taken a long shower before leaving the house. Yet, each time he raised his glass to his lips the sensual scent met his nostrils. By the time he had half finished the glass, he had another raging hard on.
He looked over at his wife. She was looking at him tenderly.
"Honey..." he said, "I've got a problem... a real problem!"
Stella knew the look on her husband's face. She had known him too many years not to recognize the signs of his arousal. The drinks felt warm and tingly in her belly, and when she realized that Jason was aroused, she could feel herself melting. In a throaty voice, she asked: "Shall we do something about it?" Stella got up and moved around the table to Jason's side, her hand reaching out to his hard cock as she sat down beside him. Jason pushed the table back to give them more room, and put his head back, sucking in his breath. His hands searched rapidly beneath Stella's light summer dress, and when he realized that she was wearing no pants, he cursed and let his hand roam on.
Stella groaned and unzipped her husband's fly, releasing the full, swollen member. When she saw it, she knew she had to have it inside her... right then and there. Swiftly she moved in front of him, and with a surprisingly graceful motion, she straddled his sitting form, placing one knee on either side of him. The big piston of Jason's cock was squarely between her widely spread thighs, pointing directly to her crotch.
"A quickie?" she asked, looking him directly in the eye? And with that she plunged herself down onto his lust swollen penis, letting it sink rapidly to the hilt, the big thick head burrowing snugly up into the far recesses of her cunt.
"Anne!" Jason thought. ... "Oh, God... Anne!" Through the half-closed slits of his eyes, Stella's beautiful features blurred and became those of their daughter... It was Anne he was fucking... right there in a Chinese restaurant. ... She was fucking him good... . riding him like a bitch in heat, moving now fast, now slow... milking him for all he was worth, sliding her sweet little pussy over his big cock cumming... cumming
"Oh, shit, I don't believe how sweet it is!"
From time to time the waiter peeked in through the slats to see if the couple in Room Number Three was ready to order yet. Noting each time that they were not quite ready, he went back to watching the television set that was centered over the bar in the cocktail lounge.
Chapter 7
Anne ran up onto the beach... her surf board under her arm. She laughed as she let herself drop heavily onto the sand. Paul followed close behind, dripping down beside her. Any passer-by would have taken them for typical American teenagers... perhaps a little better looking than the average... and then, too, the boy and girl looked so much like each other... the way Swedish couples in movies often do... but they were decidedly American... drinking Cokes and laughing with bright teeth... enjoying the cult of their bodies, enjoying the privilege of their heritage of California sand, sun and water. But if the same passer-by had heard them talking, he would have been sorely shocked, for their conversation was not what is widely known as typical.
"You're gonna have to make him do it!" Paul said, looking over at Anne's firm brown hips and legs. "You know you want him to do it to you, Annie... You might as well get it over with!"
"Why are you in such a hurry for me to make Daddy fuck me?" she asked, petulantly.
"Because I want to fuck mother... that's why!"
"Paul!"
"Oh come off it... don't act like you didn't know it!"
"Well... but I don't see..." Anne felt strangely jealous of her brother... "Do you like mother better than me?" she asked.
"Do you like Daddy better than me?" Paul mimicked her tone of voice.
"It's different..." she said.
"Right!" Paul answered cheerfully... "Now go on up to the house. I bet he's up there thinking about your little pussy right now!"
Anne climbed the back steps silently as usual. Even though she knew her father hated to be surprised. He had been downtown all morning, and she knew he usually took a nap in the afternoons, so she went right away to the glass doors of her parents' bedroom. The curtains were drawn, the doors shut, as they usually were now. She and Paul had given up trying to spy on them since the night Jason had discovered them on the deck.
Anne paused at the door and then tapped against the glass lightly. Jason stirred inside. He lay sprawled across the big bed, enjoying the peace of a dreamless sleep. The tapping came again and he sat up groggily. Looking toward the deck doors, he decided the noise was coming from there.
"Who is it?" he called out gruffly.
"It's me, Daddy," Anne responded, fear in her voice in spite of herself. "Let me in!"
Jason moved hesitantly toward the door. He pulled the curtains back and opened it, admitting his daughter to the room.
"Hi, Daddy," she said, "how come you hardly speak to me anymore... you know you can hurt my feelings that way!"
"What do you want, Anne!" Jason said, consternation showing in his face.
"And how come you always keep the curtains drawn and the doors closed now..."
"Because I. ..."
"Paul and I used to really enjoy watching you and mom!" she continued boldly, moving into the room, past her father.
"Don't you have any sense of decency and morality?" Jason asked, his face reddening.
"Oh, sure," Anne answered, pulling up the strap of her bikini.
"Even more than I used to... I used to be a prude... but all that's changed now. Mother always said that you shouldn't be ashamed of anything natural and I never understood that until recently!"
"What are you talking about?" Jason blustered.
Anne sat down on the edge of the bed. "I don't think I can tell you now, Daddy." Her father's red face was frightening her a little and she didn't want to upset him too much... not that way anyway. I'll tell you later." She fidgeted slightly on the bed. "Been taking a nap?" she asked.
"Anne," Jason began nervously. "You and I have to have a long talk. We have to come to some kind of understanding about... about what..." he stammered, not knowing quite how to do it. "Everyone makes mistakes sometimes..." he started out again.
"You mean what happened the other day when you spanked me?" she asked, her face brightening. Jason was standing nearby now, and he sat down beside her.
"Yes..." he said. "Yes... that's it."
Anne remained silent for a moment recalling the delights of that afternoon when she had lain so willingly across her father's lap.
"Y... yes..." Jason stammered. "Not... not that... or anything like... that..." His eyes were downcast and he studiously inspected his sandaled feet as he spoke afraid to look at his daughter for fear of becoming aroused by the mere sight of her clad only in her brief bikini.
"But, Daddy!" Anne exclaimed. "It was wonderful!" reaching out and grabbing his hand. "It was wonderful and I loved every moment of it. Even the beginning when you hurt me. Sometimes even a little hurting is good! It was like for the first time I knew you really cared about me." She drew Jason's hand toward her bosom, placing it over her heart. She could hear him suck in his breath as his hand lay lightly, covering the upper portion of her softly rising orb of flesh.
She looked down at her father's khaki pants and saw his cock jerk into instant rigidity, straining for release against the material. Vainly, Jason tried to make it go soft again, but it was impossible. Obscene thoughts filled his mind to the point of overflowing and his cock too was filled with undeniable lust. His guilt showing in his eyes, he looked desperately at his daughter.
"Anne. ... I..." he started.
But Anne was smiling at him with her lips half-parted, her tongue protruding mockingly.
"Daddy..." she whispered, moving Jason's hand further down. Pulling the fabric of her bathing suit so that one of her pink nipples appeared, Anne forced his fingers toward the exposed tip.
Jason jumped and started to pull his hand away, but Anne held it against her warm flesh. Then suddenly she jumped up and stood in front of him.
"Listen, Daddy... let's not play any more games... please! I know you want... to... to do to me what you do to Mommy. I just know it!" She began to strip off her bathing suit top, releasing the clasp suddenly so that her large young breasts popped into sight with a bobbing motion. Then she slipped hurriedly out of her bikini briefs, revealing to Jason's bulging eyes the nakedness of her soft, yellow pubic triangle.
He could not take his eyes off of the tantalizing blond fleece; and sat, mouth agape, eyes focused directly on the little spot of sex between his daughter's thighs.
Suddenly shyness overcame her and Anne blushed before her father's open stare.
"Well," she gulped. "Do you like me?"
His voice came low... a whisper that was al-most inaudible... "Yes..."
"Well, do something!" Anne begged... moving closer to him.
Jason could smell the musky odor of her personal scent as Anne approached him, her pussy at the level of his face. Sweat was beading on his forehead as his mind raced in utter confusion.
"I can't fuck her!" he was thinking... "She's my daughter... my own daughter!"
And yet he had to do something or he would go stark raving mad, that he knew. Either way lay madness, he was sure.
"Damn, you're beautiful..." he said. "Absolutely beautiful!" His eyes took in every inch of her, moving hungrily along the softest skin God ever made, the proud stance of her... the perfectly proportioned breasts, hips and thighs. She was made for loving, he thought... made to be fucked!
"Annie . . ; I can't fuck you ... honey, I can't!"
"Why not!" Anne fairly shouted at him. "Oh, don't worry, I'm taking the pill! When Mommy got hers, she got some extra. She hasn't even noticed they're missing. And don't worry, I read the directions carefully. ... I'm not a child anymore you know! You've been away a long time, Daddy!"
Something snapped inside of him at his daughter's bold words. Semi-blackness seemed to envelope him, and before he gave himself up to it, he realized that he was not going to be completely in his right mind. He reached out, and clasped his hands around the soft, teen-age buttocks, drawing Anne brusquely between his legs. His head lowered swiftly and he found his nose and mouth surrounded by the frizzy mat of Anne's pubic hair. Groaning savagely, he let his face grovel in the fragrant area, and then his tongue flicked out and slid into the moist furrow of her slit.
"Ooooh, Daddy!" Anne crooned as she felt her father's tongue worming into her pussy. He was holding her so tightly that it hurt, and she was pressed up against his mouth so that she could feel the ridges of his teeth against her sensitive pubic mound. At first she thought that he might bite into her, but then the soft pressure of his tongue against the pink folds of her secret flesh told her otherwise. Still the combination of roughness and softness was fantastic! She moaned, above him, twisting her hands in his hair as he continued to lick along the molten ridge of heat between her parted legs. She began to squirm about as much as possible, while he held her fast, panting into her pussy like a snuffling dog. She grew with desire, the burning fire of his tongue-lashes sparking up inside her creating a raging conflagration within her.
"Daddy... Oh, Poppa!" the new words came up from some ancient memory bank as she reverted to the word she had called him when she was but two years old.
"Poppa! What are you doing?
What are you doing to me?"
Jason was beyond control. The sweet, tender young cunt that filled his working mouth tasted like the nectar of the gods. It was ambrosia! His daughter's sex juices seeped around his face, making it gleam with moisture. His tongue moved now roughly along the straining tissues of her aroused pussy, now softly over the thickening clitoris, that little prick of lust that crowned Anne's cunt.
In his head he seemed to be moving in a dream. Everything that was happening was taking place within a large bubble... completely separated from real life.
"Poppa... you're kissing my pussy! ... Oh, suck it Poppa... . Suck it
Oh, you don't know how good it feels... soooo nice... soo sweet!" Her belly quivered against the battering of his face and her legs trembled as she struggled to remain standing against the pressure of his arms around her behind, pulling her in so tightly that her feet were almost lifted completely from the floor.
It seemed to her as though he had been sucking her like that forever, as though his mouth were a part of her cunt. Her throbbing desire-filled pussy pulsed wetly in his mouth, the soft blond hair matted and sticky around her father's lips.
"Poppa, you're making me cuuuuummmm! Oh, do it! ... Do it! ... Poppa... oh ... oh... oh... Yesssssss!"
Her cunt was alive in his mouth, alive and sparkling, cumming electrically, spiraling, and jiggling ... it was too much to bear... toooo much!
Jason rapidly freed his cock with one hand, holding it hard, trying to get it into position. His breath was puffing hotly into her exposed cuntal slit, as her wailing continued above him. But something was stopping him... he couldn't fuck her... he just couldn't!
He lifted her writhing body up so that her cunt was directly above his face and thrust his tongue as deep as he could into the contracting flower of her vagina. Sticking it far into his daughter's tight little opening, he increased her orgasm, and felt her start climbing again, reaching for another. Sucking and biting softly, he licked at the inundated morsel of her pussy, controlling it as he moved her back and forth across his face. The heat of her loins covered his sex-stained face as he curled his tongue back and forth over the slickness and into the hot pit of her belly.
Anne had never known anything like this. This masterful cunt-sucking she was receiving was flipping her out. Every tendon in her body was flexed, tense, and ready to cum and cum again as the madman who was her father sucked away at the warmth of her palpitating pussy.
Low, obscene gurgles came from Jason's throat to mingle with the lewd, wet, sucking sounds that filled the bedroom. Anne arched her back once more, her legs wriggling in the air, and let loose another soul-splitting scream of climax.
"AaaaaaeeeeeH!" She wailed... "Oh, sweet, sucking Poppa... AAAAaaaaargh!"
Anne lay on the floor of the bedroom, her breath just getting back to normal. She looked around for Jason but didn't see him anywhere. Then she heard the water running in the shower, and knew that he was in the bathroom. Her hand went down between her legs to the rawness of her pussy.
"Ooooooh!" she cooed. But still she felt a profound sense of having failed in her task. She hadn't felt his enormous cock inside her. He hadn't done it to her really yet... not really! She stood up, picking up the two tiny pieces of her suit and put them on. Walking to the deck door, she opened it and went out. Paul was standing there, a sheepish grin on his face.
"Did you see?" she asked.
"No. ... I couldn't," he said... "The curtains were closed... but I sure as hell heard you! It must have been really far out!"
Anne hated to have to tell her brother that she hadn't yet been fucked, by their father, but she knew that he would oblige her himself as soon as they reached one of their secret places in the dunes!
Chapter 8
Stella frowned. It was all very upsetting! Jason had been acting stranger every day to her and now they hadn't even made love in three days! That wasn't like him. She was terrified that one day she'd come home and find him gone. It was some consolation though that Paul had been particularly nice to her in the last few days... as if he had sensed that all was not well between her and Jason. What a sweet boy, she thought... my Paul!
It seemed that whenever she was feeling lowest he would appear and make some kind remark or bring her a drink to cheer her up. She was often alone in the evenings for several hours since Jason had taken to the habit of long walks along the beach each night. And her son helped make the waiting easier.
She confided in him, telling her fears without shame. "Paul, I don't know what I'll do if your father leaves this time... I just don't know what I'll do!"
They were both sitting in the living room playing a game of Chinese checkers with the television set on behind them for company. Anne had gone to bed early and Jason was out again.
Paul looked up at his mother's beautiful shining features. She was wearing her nightgown, not having even bothered to throw a robe over her nakedness. Paul could easily see through the sheer gown to the deep pink areole of her nipples. The deep cleft between her breasts advanced and retreated as Stella moved forward from her chair to move the marbles.
"I don't think you have to worry, Mom!" he said smiling into her bosom. "Dad may be going through a few rough days, but I think he'll stick around this time..."
Stella sighed, "I hope you're right, baby..." She squirmed a little in the chair. Her full buttocks were pressed against the rough canvas of the chair, and the nylon material of her gown created moisture that made the cloth stick to her flesh.
"It's really hot tonight!" she said... "I don't mind hot days so much... but the nights!"
"Maybe you're wearing too many clothes, Mom," Paul said... "You don't have to be bashful in front of me ..."
"Oh, I know that Paul... but I'd feel silly if Jason were to come back or something. ..."
"You always taught us never to be ashamed of our bodies..."
Stella looked across at her son. "Yes," she thought, "that was true! There was no reason she should behave any differently just because Jason was home. After all it was all in the family! She had been really neglecting everything since he'd been back, she realized... her children, yes, but most of all, her inner self. All the strength and principles she had needed to get along without a husband had stood her in good stead and now was no time to abandon them! Almost defiantly, she removed her nightgown.... "How silly of me," she thought, "sitting here sweltering in a nylon gown out of false modesty... just like some middle class housewife!"
Paul tried not to stare too hard at his mother, as bit by bit she revealed more of her luscious body. It was not the first time he had seen her nude... of course, he had observed her in the most ludicrous of odd positions, in the full possession of her ecstasy. He had seen her from every angle imaginable... and prior to that he had been seeing her body since he was a little boy. But now it was quite different, he realized. Having her right in front of him, casually sitting back down in the butterfly chair, her melon-like breasts practically sticking in his face... this was very different! Why he could reach out and touch them, if he wanted to... He imagined that he must have touched them often as an infant. If only he could remember what it had been like to have his lips around those sweet pointed tits! What had her milk tasted like?
Stella coughed... a little nervous about her impetuous action. Paul was just sitting there looking at her.
"Aren't you going to make your move?" she asked, tossing her blonde tresses back. "Whew... that feels much better!"
"I'll bet," Paul said, sitting forward to cover the rising of his penis beneath his Levi shorts. Her belly was fabulous, he realized... softer than Anne's, fuller and more voluptuous... and the mass of curly ringlets that covered her cunt seemed thicker and more profuse than Anne's.
"Your father said he'd be very late tonight..." Stella said.
"Oh?" Paul answered, his ears perking up.
"Yes, he said he'd take in a drive-in double feature before he came back... You know, I don't want him to feel hemmed in here... he's got to feel he has freedom to do anything he wants. But still, I wished he'd asked me to go, too..." she admitted.
Paul finished the game, beating Stella easily once more.
"Oh, I don't know why I bother to play with you," she laughed. "You're too good for me!' Her hands went up above her head and she stretched back in the chair. Paul sucked in his breath and he felt his cock spring several centimeters up into the tightly encasing material of his shorts. The sight of her was breathtaking! She looked like a goddess come down to earth!
Stella had forgotten for a moment that she was naked, but when she had completed her stretch and yawn, she came face to face with her son and color rose in her cheeks. Then, not knowing just why she was blushing, she blushed more, confused by the whole thing. Paul was getting to be a big boy, she realized... perhaps too big for her to be undressing in front of him. She wondered if he had had any sexual experience yet.
"Do you have any, uh... girl friends, Paulie?" she asked suddenly, reverting to his boyhood name.
"Oh... just Anne..." Paul said, enjoying the double meaning of his words... "And you, I hope!" he added daringly. "You're by far the most beautiful girl around!"
Stella laughed uneasily... that was not quite the answer she had been expecting.
"Well, I can't complain that you're not gallant!" she smiled, pulling her gown over her and standing up. "Guess I'll turn in. ... Oh, Paul... would you get me that bottle of pills from the counter?"
Paul leapt up and fetched the small green bottle from across the room. He read on the label, Seconal... one tablet nightly for sleep.
"What are they, Mom," he asked not letting on that he had read the label.
"Oh, just something a little stronger than aspirin... You know, for those minor aches and pains that keep you from sleeping!" she laughed, quoting from a well-known TV commercial.
WHY WAS SHE LYING! Paul knew full well what Seconal was, and the barbiturates were definitely far removed from aspirin... some of the kids he knew were even hooked on them. Stella must be having real trouble falling asleep, he realized. Things were worse than he had thought... he'd have to do something fast to make them better. Paul remembered all too well reading about one of his favorite movie stars... it always started with an unhappy love life, then inability to sleep, then something stronger than Seconal... and on and on until the end. He couldn't let anything like that happen to his mother!
He watched, horrified while his mother dumped two of the tablets into her mouth, swallowing them without water.
"Be careful, Mom!" he said... "I always thought you were against drugs ... even aspirin!"
"Well, yes, Paul... I guess I am... but this is a special time... and I must get my sleep... you know how important that is!" She drifted toward her bedroom door, opened it, and smiled back at her son. The nightgown was still clutched over her body, but it did not completely cover the fullness of her hips and buttocks as she swayed toward the door. Once more Paul's cock executed a jump.
"OH GOD!" he thought, "TO GET BETWEEN THOSE THIGHS!!!!!"
"Good night, Paulie... see you in the morning."
"Good night, Mom."
The door closed and Paul stood there, uncertain, just what course of action he should take. She had taken two of those things... and the label said just one... Would she be alright? All sorts of strange thoughts whirled in his head and he vainly attempted to sort them out. Finally he went into Anne's room and saw that she was steeping soundly. Rather than wake her, he went back out into the living room. The television set was still on. It was really still early, he realized, the late news hadn't even come on yet. He made some quick calculations. If Jason had gone to a double feature at the drive-in, he wouldn't be back until 1 :oo maybe 1:3o. Slowly, it became clear to him what he was going to do. For one thing, he had to make sure she was alright. For another, he just had to see her again!
He stood up, and pushed down on his hard-on, trying to get it to behave. But as he approached Stella's door, his rebellious prick raised steadily... each step increasing its girth and length. He opened the door quietly and walked across the padded rug toward his mother's bed.
She was sound asleep, deeply asleep. Her breath was coming softly and evenly, and Paul was re-assured. He supposed that two pills weren't really enough to harm her... just enough to really knock her out.
She was lying there with her hair spread out over the pillow, pale gold against the blue of the pillow case. A light sheet covered her body and Paul could tell she was still naked underneath it. In spite of all his previous audacity, he was almost alarmed by what he was doing. This was real... this was not watching and spying... he was really in his mother's bedroom!
Holding his breath, he reached out and brushed his hand lightly over her hair. She did not stir. His hand remained on her hair for a long while, and then he knelt down on the floor beside the bed, his face so close to hers that it was terrifying. Still she did not budge. Growing more daring with each second, Paul decided he had to continue. He tugged at the edge of the sheet, peeling it slowly back. Inch by inch his wondering eyes discovered the tantalizing beauty of his mother. Her creamy shoulders, long slender arms, delicate hands that were curled in sleep... the twin mountains of her breasts heavy on her chest, the curving line of her waist, nipping in sharply, only to blossom out again in the form of womanly hips, skin smooth as pudding, magnificent thighs round and sensual, the large pelvis, still ripe for child-bearing, the cradle that had carried him for nine months!
Paul's lungs hurt from constricting his breath so much, and finally realizing that his mother would pot wake up even if he were to make a great deal of noise, he took in a great gulp of air and raucously let it out.
Stella snoozed peacefully beneath the lusting eyes of her son, the pills having given her the dark state of unawareness she had wanted almost immediately. From time to time a flicker of a dream would flutter slightly, but apart from that her body was still in repose.
"FAR OUT!" Paul whispered, his entire body beginning to tremble from the nervousness he felt. God, how he wanted her. His body ached to be pressed against hers. He wondered if he would dare to touch her, and even as he wondered, his hand began to move forward closer and closer until the tip of his finger could feel the aura of warmth seeping up from his mother's skin. He could feel his blood stirring deep in his body. He'd been waiting so long... so very long! Mom... oh, Mom... he thought, tears welling in his eyes. He wanted to be able to crawl up inside his mother again to be small inside her the way he'd once been sleeping beside Anne... they had been all together then... why couldn't they be really together now? Deep inside him passion was building to a maddening crescendo. His tongue flicked out and wet his parched lips and his finger made contact with Stella's thigh. The tip sunk into the soft flesh and then his other fingers rested lightly beside it. HIS HAND WAS ON HER!
"Mmmmmm," Stella moaned, and Paul' immediately removed his hand. But she hadn't wakened or moved, so a few moments later he placed his hand on her thighs again. It moved slowly, ever so slowly across the milk-white skin and stopped. Then, he began slowly pushing her unresisting thighs apart, gazing raptly at the dewy hair-lined split rising between her exposed cuntal lips. Oh, it looked so delicious nestled there at the bottom of her creamy belly. He had to touch it!
His fingers moved sensuously down into the moist, wet furrow, parting the soft, sensuous pubic hair and on into the deep pink folds, sinking softly, deep inside the warmth. It was maddening! Stella had begun to moan softly, but still her eyes remained closed. Her thighs trembled ever so slightly and Paul could see directly into the throbbing channel of her vagina. She had left a small night light on for Jason and it gave just enough light for him to be able to see the glistening wet slit clearly.
Paul began to knead his mother's sensitive flesh hungrily. He could feel the soft curls of pubic hair brushing against his fingers. He felt all powerful! Above all men! How many people could say they had massaged down between their mother's legs?
In Stella's dream Jason had returned. "Ooooh!" she moaned, as his fingers invaded her sex hungry pussy, teasing inside the tender lips, flicking at it, running along the warm, wet edges. She loved it, and her groans became louder as the finger continued and then his whole hand moved among the slippery flanges. But still she did not waken wholly. Part of her body was awake though ; awake enough to experience the pure pleasure of several fingers ramming high up into her tight vagina... grinding up, up, further and further, making her arch her back and spread her legs wider to receive the fullest impact.
Paul could feel the wet elastic flesh' slipping moistly around his fingers. His pants were already stained where he had cum once already. Now his cock was rising again, and he put one hand down to his pants to release it. He growled obscenely as the large instrument popped out, standing erect before him. As he was still kneeling beside his mother the big bulbous tip pushed lewdly into the side of the bed. The cool sheet felt soothing to its heated mass, and Paul sighed. His mother's invaded vagina was clasping and unclasping around his fingers! What strength she had there! His cock ached to feel those muscles close around it and he could no longer control himself. He had to fuck her... he had to ... but would she awaken, screaming when she saw him and realized it was her own son?
Stella knew in the dream that Jason was going to take her soon. He never wasted much time. She could feel the delicious sensation deep in her cunt, so acute she could almost taste it. Her darling husband. ... Her arms went out to clasp him to her but she could not seem to find him. Yet the pressure in her cunt continued, and her lust juice flowed copiously down the insides of her thighs.
"Oh, honey, honey," she mumbled.
Paul wasted no more time. He knew he was about to cum again any second... perhaps if he hurried, she would never awaken. His love for her incited him to take the absurd chance! He jumped lithely up on the bed and knelt between her already up drawn legs. His cock bobbed toward the entrance of her soaking pussy, as his hand slid out.
"OH, GOD!" he thought. "I'M REALLY GONNA DO IT!"
He moved in closer on his knees, tears streaming down his face. She was lying there so help-less, and yet she was egging him on... she wanted it... but she didn't know who he was! But did it matter? He could give her pleasure... the pleasure he suspected Jason hadn't given her for a few days. He was capable of giving his mother pleasure too! It was what she wanted, and he was going to give it to her!
"Baby, baby," Stella moaned, her hands finally reaching the shoulders she had been searching out. They seemed different from Jason's, smaller... and yet she knew the logic of dreams and that things were not always as in real life. Yet this was real, she knew, one of those real dreams that are really happening as they take place.
"Hurry, darling... hurry!" she urged. She was trying to open her eyes, but they seemed weighted. It was impossible to get them open. But that didn't matter so much, what mattered was Jason's cock almost touching her... now touching her THERE... .
Stella's legs splayed still wider. She could bear it no longer. She had to feel him inside her! Her entire being was begging for it! Slowly her hand went down between her legs. She could feel his hardness. The twitching head of his prick pulsated gently along the full length of her open slit. She raised her hips up, moving them forward and back, trying desperately to have him enter her. If only she could lift up a little bit higher... just a little bit!
Aaaaaahhhh..."
He was in.
Paul's plunging rod impaled her, slipping easily into the wet, slippery flesh, its blood-filled head crushing hard against her cervix. His lips curled back from his teeth, his face contorted with something akin to pain as he heard his mother pleading, murmuring phrases of endearment, and urging him to continue his attack on her vagina. With a low groan, he withdrew his deeply imbedded instrument letting just the tip remain at the quivering entrance of his mother's pussy. He knew she was already straining to cum, and he knew that he couldn't last much longer either. He rammed forward with all the stored up strength he could muster.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhh... oh, Jason... Jason... " Stella moaned. But in the dream it seemed wrong to use his name. Something was different. His rod was big inside her yet somehow not as big as usual, but it felt... it felt like... she didn't know what it felt like... She only knew she had to have more of it.
Her knees jackknifed up around her son's back and Paul could hear the slapping of his thighs up against her buttocks as his cock sunk gloriously and magnificently into the most earth-shattering abyss of lust he had ever known. He could feel every fleshy ridge of his mother's fiery cunt wrapped tightly around his thrusting penis. The pressure was intense.
Stella's head thrashed from side to side, groaning helplessly as her plundered pussy was invaded again and again. Suddenly, with a deep moan that made Paul's hair stand on end, her body grew stiff and sticky fluids seeped around his deeply imbedded member.
"Yes... Yes... . YES ... I'M CUMMING... CUUUUUUUMMMMMMMING ... WHO ARE YOU? ... WHO ARE YOU???????????????? Stella tried desperately to open her eyes. It seemed somehow important that at this crucial tormented rocklike prick flared and began spurting she knew now beyond a shadow of a doubt that it wasn't Jason. Yet who else could it be?
Paul could feel his insides splitting. His tormented rock-like prick flared and began spurting hot white liquid that sped up into Stella's seething loins, racing to meet her climax. And all the while, Stella gyrated frantically under his final spasms, milking at his wildly ejaculating penis as it pumped its thick creamy load unceasingly into her womb.
They bucked against each other wildly, ricocheting off of each other's bodies like stray bullets in a shooting gallery, screaming their mutual satisfaction until finally they lay entangled in a spent mass in each other's arms.
Paul took one last look at his mother's outstretched body. She was smiling, more deeply asleep now than she had been at the beginning. Rivulets of sweat trickled down her heaving breasts and her mouth hung loosely open. He wanted to take her again... his cock already stiffening inside her dark clasping passage... but he dared not stay any longer. He had no idea what time it was and Jason could walk in the door at any moment.
Reluctantly, he pulled slowly out of his mother's sperm-drenched pussy, a thin trail of their commingled cum stretching from the tip of his prick to some secret place inside the cushiony walls of her satiated vagina. Before he hurried out, he bent low over the bed and planted a lingering kiss on his mother's drenched cunt, inhaling deeply of the heady scent of her womanhood.
"Oh, Momma... . ."
* * *
It was almost two' o'clock when Jason tiptoed into the bedroom. He undressed silently, not wanting to awaken Stella, and slipped under the covers beside her.
"Oh, darling..." she moaned in her sleep. "That was soooooooo good!"
Chapter 9
When Anne heard that Paul had fucked their mother, she flew into a jealous rage.
"Why didn't you tell me you were going to do it? I could have watched from outside. And since she was so out of it, why didn't you come get me. I could even have been in the room with you... she wouldn't have known! How would you like it if I had sex with Poppa? ..."
"Poppa?" Paul interrupted, laughing at the childish name Anne used for their father. "How long has it been Poppa?"
"Never mind about that," Anne snapped, "let's stay on the subject!"
"Now wait a minute, Anne. I didn't get to watch when you and 'Poppa' had your little fling."
"That was different."
"How was it different?"
"We didn't do it. We just messed around."
"Just messed around? You call your father putting his hand up your cunt and frigging and sucking your little clit until you cum, just messing around? Boy? I'd like to be around when you two really let loose!"
"And so you shall, little brother."
"I'm not your little brother."
"Oh, yes you are. I was born first. I'm exactly twelve minutes and thirty-two seconds older than you. And don't you forget it!"
"How could I possibly. You only remind me about once a day. And what do you mean 'and so shall I?' What do you have planned?"
"Well, listen," Anne began explaining, forgetting all about her anger. "This afternoon when we're sure Poppa's alone in the house. ..."
* * *
Jason sulked around trying to find something to do with his time, but he could not shake loose the memory of Stella's obscene mumblings. Over and over she had moaned and groaned her delight with his sexual prowess, and it was obvious she had had some kind of sexual encounter. But if she thought it had been he... and it obviously wasn't, who was it? The thought that she had done it to herself, crossed his mind, but no one got that much pleasure from jerking off. Portnoy seemed to have a good enough time, but even he found something better. No, the only answer was Paul. For Christ sakes, Paul! His own son in bed with his wife. Jesus, a lot had changed in the three years he had been away. He left two innocent kids behind and when he came back he found Bridey Murphy and Jack the Ripper!
Yet he couldn't just come right out and accuse the kid of fucking his own mother! What if he hadn't done it? What if... Jason's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the shower running. His mind flashed on the day he had first seen Anne naked in the bathroom and once more his prick sprang to attention and his feet made a beeline for the exact spot where he had stood that day.
Sure enough, Anne was in the shower again, and Jason could see her voluptuous young figure glistening under the steamy stream of water.
As he stood watching her, she turned to look at him. DAMN! HE KNEW SHE HADN'T SEEN HIM BEFORE, BUT NOW IT LOOKED AS THOUGH SHE WAS EXPECTING HIM TO COME AND DROOL OVER HER... . AND SHE WASN'T WRONG. ONE LOOK AT THE SINEWY SLEEKNESS OF HER YOUTHFUL BODY WAS ENOUGH TO DRIVE HIM MAD. SHE HAD BEEN ON HIS MIND NIGHT AND DAY, HIS EVERY WAKING HOUR AND IN HIS DREAMS ... THE TERRIBLE CONFUSION OF WHAT HE HAD DONE TO HER, WHAT HE STILL WANTED TO DO... WHAT SHE OBVIOUSLY WANTED HIM TO DO AND WHAT HE KNEW MUST NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES DO... WAS TOO HEAVY A BURDEN TO BEAR!
He had thought of leaving again... but he knew that was no solution... not only couldn't he bring himself to leave Stella alone again, but it was clear that he was needed... his children needed him to set them on the right path. But was he capable of setting them on any path at all, but one of utter depravity... deep down, he knew that his baser instincts were stronger than his do-good tendencies.
But shit, he thought... they had already perverted themselves... HE wasn't the one who did it!
HERE SHE WAS NOW, RUNNING HER TONGUE OVER HER LIPS, LOOKING DIRECTLY AT HIM... FLAUNTING HER NAKEDNESS, WAITING TO SEE WHAT HE WAS GOING TO DO ABOUT IT! "Bitch!" he thought, "Bitch!" But he was walking toward her reaching the bathroom in a few short strides, entering the steamy room quickly, ripping back the glass partition.
"ARE YOU GOING TO GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE OR AM I GOING TO COME IN THERE AND FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!" he yelled, the veins on his throat standing out as he bellowed in anger.
Anne trembled. She was overcome with a mixture of fear and horrible anticipation... "I'm not getting out," she answered finally... running her washcloth down between her legs.
Jason was like a bull gone berserk... he began ripping his clothes off without even bothering to undo buttons or zippers. His face was red as a beet, his eyes fierce and burning. Finally he stood nude before her... the water was running out of the shower onto the tile floor and over his naked feet.
Anne looked in awe at the magnificence of her father's body. He had dark curly hair covering most of it, and his muscles stood out on his arms and legs. His waist tapered down to slim hips and his cock... It was enormous! Bigger than she had ever seen it when she watched him with Mom ... but then he had always been quite a distance away from her. She had even felt it throbbing against her, but never, never had it seemed this huge! That was the only word she could think of for it... HUGE!
Jason was looking at her in a crazy way... and she was not sure that she liked it. Maybe she had gone too far... But it was too late for second thoughts now... . Anne had pushed her father beyond the furthest point of his endurance. He couldn't have stopped himself now if the President had entered the room and commanded him to stop...
With all deliberate speed, he'd answer... with all deliberate speed!
And then he'd go on about what he had to do... because he knew he had to do it... NO MATTER WHAT THE CONSEQUENCES. Jason stepped into the shower stall next to his daughter, and saw her cringe away from him, leaning back into a corner of the glass enclosure.
Anne watched horrified as her father approached her. The water was streaming down his body now and his large tool was pointed directly at her. IT WOULD NEVER FIT INSIDE HER... NEVER! ... The realization that this was it... that he was really going to take her then and there sent chills up her spine. WAS SHE REALLY READY FOR IT? COULD SHE TAKE IT? But she had little time to speculate... She had been acting like a woman, and her father intended to take her like one... daughter or no daughter.
He lunged toward her, smashing her still closer to the wall, his face buried in her neck, his tongue working, sucking at the soft flesh near the nape, while his hands roamed over her, running along the firm round tits, twisting the distended nipples, racing down to her crotch and savagely jiff ling into her small, delicate pussy.
"Aaaaaaa! Eeeeeeee!" Anne sputtered. The water was hitting strongly against both of them.
"Poppa, don't... Please... Poppa... let me out of here... Poppa... No!" But her words only served to accentuate Jason's lust and he continued his frantic plunder of his daughter's body, manipulating every private part of her as though he wanted to rip her to shreds. Anne tried desperately to get away from him, but it was no use... his big body blocked the way, keeping her just where he wanted her... trapped.
"No, don't, Poppa... Poppa, please... I don't want to... Anne pleaded, tears welling up inside her." ... I don't want to...."
"You don't want to?" Jason screamed at her... "YOU DON'T WANT TO! WELL, YOU HAD JUST BETTER WANT TO! DAMN IT! WHEN YOU COCK TEASE, YOU'D BETTER EXPECT TO GET SOME COCK FOR YOUR TROUBLES!" His hand cracked across her face leaving a red mark almost the size of his thick palm.
Anne groaned helplessly as she felt her thighs being pried apart. Her cheek still stung where her father's hand had struck. His heavy body pressed against her full ripe breasts and his mouth covered her in a saliva locked kiss. His enormous cock sprung up between her legs and before she could even begin to squirm away it was pushing its swollen head hard against the tight opening of her vagina.
Jason began a steady rocking motion pressing with his granite prick against the tiny furrow of his daughter's quivering young vagina. His rock-hard cock was so thick that Jason was afraid it would never be able to enter her, but still he pressed on. He hadn't come this far only to stop short of his ultimate goal. Slowly the hardened cudgel, through sheer brute force, began to slip slowly into the tender confines of Anne's barely used orifice.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrrgggggggg..." Anne screamed, her mouth filling with hot water as she opened it.
The pain was God awful! And she felt horribly humiliated. She hadn't visualized this happening at all. She felt used, subjected to a horrible cruelty, as the giant instrument churned painfully into her. A shudder went through her as she heard her father's voice. He was raging like a sex-crazed maniac.
Anne could only pray that it would all be over soon. She was being stretched so wide that she knew she could never be the same again. The monstrous blood-filled instrument plowed into her cuntal lips pushing her tormented flesh ahead of it like the ocean sending its waves crashing against the rocks on the beach.
"You're too big... Poppa... BIG! ... TOoooooooo..."
But even as the words escaped her lips, the pain seemed to change subtly to an odd masochistic delight.
"Oooooooh!" she crooned, as the abused flesh far inside her gave way beneath the massive surge of her father's cock. The very harshness of his assault worked on her perversely, making her slip into a semi-swoon of strange lust that seemed to emanate from nowhere, taking her completely by surprise. It felt good!
She had been appalled by her Jason's lunging attack and now that very sentiment sent a shiver of delight through her. He must have the biggest cock in the world, she thought gasping. HOW COULD MOTHER TAKE IT? The tight hot walls of her defensively contracting cuntal sheath were being subjected to the most thorough fucking she had ever had, and she knew it. There was no letting up from the pain, but it was interspersed with great sweeping waves of pleasure. Still, Anne didn't know if she could take much more.
"Oh, let Daddy cum quickly ... let him come now..." she thought, helpless tears of frustration flooding her eyes. Her dilated pussy felt as though it was being ripped apart!
"Damn! Damn you!" Jason panted, out of breath... "Bitch, you teasing little bitch! Is this what you wanted? My cock splitting your little cunt?"
He was all the way inside her, his lunging shaft sunk far into her wet white belly. It felt so good that he couldn't stop, even when she cried out in pain. His daughter's cries only excited him more 'and more. Her vaginal lips were forced wide open by his burning pole and her little pussy strained to encompass its girth. High up inside her it felt excruciatingly good, unlike any woman he had ever known. His hands left no section of his daughter's body untouched. Completely ignoring the water that continued to pour over them, he explored her breasts, bent to kiss the stiff nipples, bit and nipped at them passionately. Then he discovered that by holding her up by the waist he was able to thrust her up and down on the giant shaft of his penis at will. Growing in his desire, he manipulated her like a rag doll, oblivious to her screams.
Both Jason and Anne were taken by surprise when the door to the shower was suddenly pushed aside.
"Well, hello, family!" It was Paul, absolutely naked, his rigid staff sticking straight out in front of him.
"That looks like fun. Can I come in?" And before anyone had anything to say about it, he joined his father and sister in the small shower. He worked his way in behind Anne, letting her back press against his hard chest.
"You two go right on with what you were doing. Don't let me bother you. I'll find something to do, don't you worry!"
Jason was surprised at the fact that he didn't even care. All that mattered now was getting more of the pussy that had been on his mind for so long. He longed to drop his load deep inside his sweet daughter's vagina while she writhed helplessly on his cock like a young hot bitch in heat.
Paul's hands began roaming over all of her body not occupied by Jason's. Then his fingers coursed over the ridges of his sister's spine following it down to the juncture of her buttocks where quickly and without preparation, he thrust a finger deep into the warm, rubbery confines of her tight unused little anus.
"Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggg! NOoooooooo ... Paul ... NOoooooooooo!!!!!"
"Yea!" Jason hissed. "Give it to her good, son. Let's show her what the men in our family are like. Go to it!"
As long as Jason was fucking his own daughter he could hardly become indignant because her brother wanted to do the same. It just confirmed his belief that they had been doing it all along anyway. It was becoming a family project.
Anne winced at the pain in her rectum. Paul had always promised to take her there but he had yet to do it. His finger was sawing in and out of her tight puckered rectum and Jason cooperated by pulling her forward, lifting her legs up and wrapping them around his waist. This left his hands free which he cupped under the soft moons of her buttocks for support and at the same time, he was able to spread the cheeks wide giving Paul clear access to the brown puckered little nether ring.
"Ooooo God! ... GOD! ... PAUL! .. . POPPA!..."
Paul removed his finger from the tight muscle and watched as his lust-hardened prick poked at the raw, red hole of his sister's anus. It was hard to aim as she was still jumping about on her father's skewering tool, now gasping and crooning with delight. Finally, unable to wait any longer, he calculated and took aim, thrusting his stiff prick into the tiny circle.
"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGG!!!!"
Anne tried to pull away from this new skin-splitting impalement, but when she jerked forward, she only managed to skewer herself even further down onto her father's giant cock, sending its bulbous red swollen head smashing hard against her cervix.
"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGG!!!!"
Blinded by the pain in her pussy, she jerked backward. But her movement only served to send Paul's tunneling shaft several inches deeper into her virginal anal channel.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" she screamed as both men began sawing her back and forth between them. On each stroke forward Paul's prick slipped out until just the tip was still clamped in her asshole, but Jason's cock was embedded to the hilt in her clasping pussy. And when she was pressed back toward Paul, Jason's prick pulled out slightly and Paul was sunk deep into the cool recesses of her anal passage.
Soon, both men had the rhythm down pat, and the dual ravishing of Anne's body was widening her passages with each stroke. Through her pain, Anne was aware of the fact that she was in a most unique position, squashed as she was between her twin brother and her father, receiving both of their thick lust-hardened instruments, one in each of her tightly contracting passages. The very thought helped to ease the pain, and the pleasure seeped through again from nowhere, moving through her small, well-built body. Her breasts were brushing against her father's massive chest, she could feel his tongue moving against the inner ring of her ear, then it was 'gliding toward her gasping mouth, and once more pushed between her parted lips to thrust deep down her throat.
"OH PAPA," she thought, "OH PAUL... THE TWO MEN IN MY LIFE... MY OWN TWO MEN!" She began to emit a low sound of joy, grunting as the rigid instruments of torture continued their mad journey into the hidden recesses of her flesh. The depravity of the scene made her frenzy increase, and through the thin 'fleshy membrane separating them she felt a white hot spark where the two pounding cocks passed each other... one in her ass, the other in her pussy.
"AAaaaaaaah... Ohhhhhhh ... OHhhhhhhh!" she cried, throwing her head back. It didn't feel real being suspended in the air like this, a mere tool for the gratification of her two closest relatives. Her back ached terribly from the strange position, but it did not stop the budding glint of orgasm that swelled beneath the pain, in spite of the pain, and finally overcoming the pain.
She shrieked as it happened, shivering under the torrent of warm water, her hair streaking down into her eyes. Her cunt was contracting so rapidly against Jason's oversized cock that he could feel it nipping at his smoothly jammed instrument like a hungry mouth.
"What a tight little cunt," he grunted, venting his animal-like lust. "Lemme do it to youuuuuuu!" he yelled.
There was nothing else to do but let it come, she thought... it was bigger than all of them, bigger than any orgasm she had had in her young life. Rising from her cunt, spiraling through her anus, shifting up and down as Paul slipped up her rectal passage and Jason slid down her vagina. She had never been so utterly filled and it felt wonderful! She was complete... Jason jerked up into her wildly flooding cunt and as she struggled in the grips of her climax she felt his thick hot semen spurt high into her womb, pulsing out of the big throbbing cock-head for what seemed like an eternity.
At the same time Paul arched his back and sent his prick shooting straight up into his sister's rear passage, letting loose his sperm into the far reaches of her lower intestinal track. Their combined cries rocked the house, but fortunately there was no one around for miles, and they were completely undisturbed by the thought of anyone over-hearing their demonic screams.
Dripping wet, they climbed out of the shower stall some moments later. Jason still supported Anne until he was sure that she could stand by herself. He reached for towels, and they all began to pat each other dry. Each looked at the other with a new respect, but all remained silent in awe of what had just taken place... After a while they filed out of the bathroom and went into the bedroom, where the two men massaged Anne with scented oils until her wounded passages began to forget their ordeal. Then they turned on the tiny TV and watched soap operas until they knew it was time for Stella to come home from work. Then, Paul and Anne went into their rooms to nap until dinnertime, and Jason fell into the first peaceful sleep he had had in days.
Chapter 1o
"So you see, Dad, we've just got to do something..." Paul entreated Jason earnestly, his face betraying the utter seriousness of his plea. He had just outlined the difficulties he believed his mother to be going through, including the new pills she had started taking, and Jason listened carefully to the plan already being formulated in this mind.
They were lying on the deck in lounge chairs, sipping sodas and finishing off the sandwiches they had had for lunch. Anne was inside washing her hair, and they expected her to join them shortly.
Jason remained silent for a long while looking out toward the brilliant horizon where the water met the sky in an almost invisible line. So many new worlds had opened up to him since he had re-entered the fold of his family... more worlds than he had ever dreamed existed in all his travels. The shame and guilt he had felt at the beginning were all but gone now ... the example of his two beautiful children loving one another in complete abandon was a phenomenon of such startling beauty that tears often sprang to his eyes as he watched them. They were completely free, he saw... free from all of society's conventions, free of false values... content in the inbred satisfaction of their own needs. And he too had become freer since he had known them so intimately. The strange urge that had sent him exploring the globe had abated, and his deep-rooted thirst seemed to have been quenched by his incestuous children.
When Anne joined them on the deck, they both smiled up at her graceful, slender beauty. She had a large towel wrapped about her head turban style, and she wore nothing else.
They had all been swimming earlier and afterwards they had hugged and kissed one another on the warm sand until slowly their dormant passion had become aroused. Anne had finally kneeled down between Jason's legs and while on his back he fondled the handing pendulums of her breasts, she cradled his big balls in her small hands and let her open mouth slip down on his massive cock. Just as she had it as far into her mouth as it would go, Paul jumped on her from behind, inserting his thick penis between her up raised buttocks, and poking into the rosy channel of her cunt, plunging downward until his pelvis was securely thrust against his sister's full, rounded ass cheeks. But even though they had so recently enjoyed each others caresses, the two men felt lewd sparks of desire at the sight of the lovely naked young girl who had become a woman in such a short time.
"Sit down, Sis... before we all get carried away again!" Paul said laughing.
"Sex maniacs!" Anne declared, but her eyes were glinting with satisfaction that her father and brother found her so attractive. She lay back in the deck chair they had prepared for her, closing her eyes as the warm sun beat down on her nakedness.
After a while, Jason spoke. "Listen kids," he began... "I think that under the-uh-circumstances... there's only one thing left for us to do.
* * *
That evening when Stella got home from work, the twins had already begun to prepare a lavish dinner. They raced about the kitchen busily, cutting vegetables, peeling fruits, basting meats with enthusiasm. Jason was nowhere to be seen, and even though Stella was pleased to see Paul and Anne creating such a nice dinner for her, she was sure that this was it... he had gone and the children were trying to let her down easy. The night before, when she had returned home to find everyone taking a nap, he had been particularly gentle with her... the way he usually was the very day before he left, for God know how long.
"Where is your father," she asked, trying to keep the panic out of her voice.
"Oh, Dad had an appointment in town ... but he'll be back in time for dinner, don't worry!" Paul answered, stripping a carrot for dinner.
"Why don't you go change into something sexy, mother!" Anne called out.
"Well, alright," Stella answered, "If you insist!" She was feeling considerably cheerier as she disappeared into her bedroom. She quickly undressed, and then went into the bathroom to bathe. She was grateful to find that there was no, flood there today as there had been yesterday when she got home from work! Being the mother of teenagers was sometimes a trying job!
She ran herself a hot tub and lowered herself into the water. She was tired after a long day at work and the water calmed her nerves considerably. When she finally emerged from the bathroom, she was wearing long, flowing culottes of a sheer blue. The halter top displayed her shoulders and more of her voluminous breasts were showing than not. It was an outfit that Jason hadn't seen yet, and she hoped that it would please him. Maybe tonight would be the time for them to have the long talk that she had been trying to broach for some days now.
Wolf-whistles greeted her as she made her en-trance into the living room. Delicious odors were already seeping from the stove, and Anne had prepared a pitcher of daiquiris for her mother. Overwhelmed by the unaccustomed services, Stella reclined on the couch and leafed through an old magazine while sipping her drink. Every now and then she looked up to see Anne stirring some incredible concoction, or Paul pouring sauces over something from the oven. It was like a situation comedy, Stella thought, smiling to herself. I wonder what it is they want. But so far the whole thing was fine with her. The drinks were delicious and she had three before Anne announced that dinner was just about ready and that she was going to change too... Stella watched in amazement as her daughter dashed from the room.
"Changing for dinner?" she thought. "She must be growing up indeed!"
Anne returned a while later wearing a short skirt that barely covered her hips... its color was deep purple and she looked stunning in it. Her hair had been brushed back and tied with a velvet bow and it too looked stunning.
Paul stared at his sister with admiration. "Isn't she beautiful, Mom?" he asked.
"Yes, indeed!" Stella answered... then she turned to her son... "What about you... aren't you going to change too?" She looked mockingly at Paul who was still clad in his usual shortened Levi's and a tee shirt. Paul blushed under her direct stare... he hadn't really been able to look his mother in the eye since the night he had made love to her sleeping body. In a way he was ashamed of what he had done. It seemed cowardly and he longed for the moment when he could erase the moment from his memory.
The delicious smells were becoming more and more overpowering and Stella began to worry again. She looked nervously at the clock on the kitchen wall... "Did you say your father would be home in time for dinner... ?"
"Yes ... Mmmmmm... now will you relax ...? Come on, let's start in on the hors d'oeuvres!" Anne brought out a steaming tray of hot delicacies; crab meat, Swedish meatballs, Chinese pastries, all in miniature size.
They sat in the living room gobbling them down, exclaiming over how good they were, until there was another pause, and both Anne and Paul knew that Stella was surreptitiously glancing at the clock.
They, too, were beginning to wonder what had happened to Jason... they had expected him some time ago. But just when it seemed they were going to have to start dinner without him, the door burst open and he came in, carrying several packages and laughing happily.
"What a lucky man I am!" he declared, looking his family over. "You all look fabulous! Even you, Paul... do I detect a clean tee shirt?"
He handed Stella a large box of apricot and white roses, tossed Anne a package which he had her promise not to open until later... and he even had something for Paul. The telescope he had wanted for a long time... "For looking at the stars, son," Jason said... "Especially the Milky Way..." he added, winking.
Stella threw her arms around her husband's shoulders and kissed him. "I don't understand," she said... "It isn't any of our birthdays... is it?"
"It's a celebration, baby," Jason answered, patting her lovingly on the ass.
"Open up this bottle of champagne, Paul ..." He handed the last box to his son, who opened it and extracted a cold magnum of Piper Heidsick. The champagne glasses had already been placed on the table and Paul poured the frothy liquid into them as the rest of the family took their places.
Stella sat at one end, and Jason at the other, the two children sitting facing each other between them. Jason raised his glass in a toast. "To my new job," he said, "and to my beautiful family!"
"New job?" Three voices spoke as one.
"Yes ... I start Monday... planning advisor and sales manager for Hudson and Sons, San Diego. They specialize in shipbuilding... yachts, small boats, everything that floats. It'll give me a chance to do something I'm really good at... and there's the possibility of travel, since our equipment is sold all over the world. "But don't you worry..." He looked Stella in the eye. "Wherever I go... you go... from now on. And that goes for you two, too!" he added to the twins.
The rest of the dinner had a gala air to it, with the bottle of champagne rapidly dwindling and course after course of delightfully prepared dishes being brought to the already over-laden table. Before dessert was brought out, Jason had a hasty consultation with Anne, and then they both returned to the table to complete the long dinner with peach upside-down cake smothered with whipped cream and piping hot coffee.
As the last of the coffee was finished and the cake lay in a ravished mass in the center of the table, the four of them sat in a contented stupor talking in quiet, low tones of contentment.
Finally Jason rose, and moved slowly around the table to his wife. His hand went to her neck caressing it softly as he spoke into her ear.
"You beautiful people will have to excuse us for a little while," he said, helping Stella up by pulling her chair back as she rose.
"Of course!" the twins answered, grinning. "Of course!"
Stella tottered drunkenly a little bit and clung to Jason's muscular arm for a second. But then they made their way easily toward the bedroom arms interlaced about one another's waists. The door closed softly behind them as they enter the sanctuary of their room.
Stella had never known such pure, unadulterated happiness. Every dream she had ever ha was coming true. And she had been so worried she was quite inebriated as she turned toward her husband in the darkness. But there was no reason why she could let herself go on this night of celebration. No reason at all.
Jason looked at her lovingly.
"You're glowing in the dark, darling," he sat She was the prettiest sight he'd ever seen. "You look just like a little girl..." he said... "Come ere, little girl!"
He grabbed Stella around the waist, clutching her willing body close to his hard body, feeling her gasp for breath as he held her motionless against him. His hands moved swiftly at the zipper on her culottes, opening up the long, one piece outfit with a soft, but almost obscene noise. The garment fell to the floor at Stella's feet and he stepped out of it... . .
Underneath she was completely naked and she stood in all her glory waiting for Jason's next move.
Her eyes roamed over Jason's body and she left mesmerized as her glance fell on his erect penis. A glow of passion sped through her, and she could feel the champagne still tingling in her mouth. She stared fascinated at the enormous cock that she knew would soon be plunged into her to the hilt. Expelling a soft sigh that said many things that she could not verbalize, she inched toward her husband slowly, as though she were wading through water. Then Jason had hold of her once more, and with a playful swoop had lifted her up and unceremoniously dumped her on the bed. They played like two young otters, giggling and laughing as they tumbled about on the bed, legs and arms askew, thrashing wildly in a love game they both knew would end in more serious activities.
They enjoyed fondling each other and toying with each other's genitals. Stella's hands slid over the heavy dangling sac of his testicles just before clasping the thick head of his cock in a hard, teasing grip. Meanwhile Jason's mouth bent to her jiggling breasts, foraging about among them, his head moving swiftly back and forth, tongue lashing along the expanded surfaces, lips nipping playfully at the already stiff and pointed nipples. Zestfully they wriggled their way in and out of each other's arms, until quite suddenly they found themselves in a position from which they were unable to turn their attention.
Stella's long legs wrapped themselves about Jason's neck, forcing his mouth into the succulent morsel of her dripping pubic triangle. Their frolicking took another turn as Stella's mouth slipped over the thick rubbery head of her husband's cock and she swilled her mouth down onto its hot length, feeling its burning tip bore a hole into her avid throat. She was trembling all over from the feel of Jason's tongue which had begun to lash against her pussy with long wide strokes, flatly running its rough surface over the soft surfaces, parting the soft matted pubic hair as it went. They turned as a solid mass, locked obscenely together in a sixty-nine position until they came to a shuddering halt. Jason lay on his back with Stella's milk-white body gyrating above his. Her legs straddled either side of Jason's head and her wide-split crack between her magnificent thighs was smashed against her husband's rapidly moving mouth and tongue. She squealed with delight as the burning sensation between her thighs and the driving cock in her mouth conspired to drive her mad.
Jason's thighs pumped obscenely against her face, as he pushed his loins up toward her swiftly bobbing head. The blunt head of his prick would enter a little, then halfway, and then she'd let it go all the way back in her throat, almost gagging with the tremendous size of it. Her eyes bulged and her heart pounded against her chest as the taut fleshy staff buried itself in her oral cavity. They were both breathing hard, and the noise mingled with the wet sounds of their lust.
Jason gripped Stella's gyrating hips firmly and from time to time moved them so that he could reach the furthest cranny of her cunt. His tongue pushed into the moistness of her vagina jutting hard and fast like a tiny penis, and he could feel the effect his licking was having on her through the delicate seismograph of his cock. Their twitching bodies were consumed with lust, but each held back so that their tormented joy would last longer.
When he opened his eyes, Jason could see the trembling surfaces of his wife's pale buttocks gleaming above him. Removing one hand from his steady massage of her berrylike nipples, he reached up and spread the full globes still further apart, inserting his finger in the tiny hole of her anus. He pushed it in up to the second joint hearing Stella's small cries come to him from the far distance of his swollen penis.
"Oh, God," he thought... "what a woman!"
* * *
Anne watched from the deck as the thick column of her father's cock thrust farther and farther into her mother's face. Her body reacted violently to the sight, and she was overcome with emotion. The build-up to what was to come was almost too much for her to take. Paul came and stood behind her, placing his hands on her young, ripe mammary glands.
As his cock dug into the tender surface of his sister's buttocks, he was reminded of the night they had first made love. He pressed closer still to his sister and whispered in her ear.
"It won't be long now, darling... it won't be long!"
They both gasped as they saw their father and mother turn again. This time they stopped with Stella on the bottom. Her wide spread legs revealed the full secrets of her cunt to them as Jason lifted his head and motioned the children in with a quick gesture. Stella felt like a spring wound to the break point. Jason's rod was churning steadily into her gaping mouth, and her lips were spread, in a ludicrous grimace around the fiery pole. Her tongue worked along the length of it, as she gulped for air... She moaned loudly as Jason continued his furious oral attack. Her pussy felt like it was being devoured! But, oh, it was good! Now if only she could lift up and feel his glorious rod sunk deep into her loins, she knew all would be just perfect.
It was a strange sensation for Stella when her unspoken wish seemed to have come true! Suddenly there was a thick hard penis entering her exposed vagina. It was slithering up, high up into her hungrily clasping cunt, twitching its heated way along, sending out sparks of intense sensation throughout the hidden canal of her pussy and now it was withdrawing, and now battering in again.
"AAAaaaaaaaa!" she screamed loudly around Jason's impaling member. WHAT ON EARTH WAS GOING ON... HAD SHE TAKEN LEAVE OF HER SENSES? DIDN'T SHE HAVE JASON'S COCK IN HER MOUTH... THEN WHOSE COCK WAS THAT IN HER STREAMING PUSSY ... WHO WAS FUCKING HER SO HARD? ... SO GoooooooD SOoooooooooo! Her thoughts dissolved in a shudder of lust as the dual sensation of being licked by Jason's tongue while a hardworking penis filled her aching vaginal hole overwhelmed her and she lay in a dazed posture of submission, receiving the two cocks and one tongue with a growing confusion and a growing sense of perverted desire.
"WHAT KIND OF TRICK WAS JASON PLAYING ON HER? ..." she thought between savage jabs... "BUT DIDN'T THAT COCK FEEL FAMILIAR, THICK, and YET SMALLER THAN HER HUSBAND'S... HADN'T SHE KNOWN IT BEFORE?"
Anne watched, standing at the end of the bed. Her mother seemed to be enjoying the unexpected invasion of her loins. Certainly Paul was enjoying fucking her! He was holding her legs up, kneeling between them now, and forcing his cock into his mother like the thick piston of a cannon. And as he sunk into her, Jason was still able to suck at the quivering nub of Stella's clitoris, while further back, his wife lay half smothered beneath the pressure of his loins on her face.
She waited impatiently to be called into the melee. Her blood seemed to be boiling in her veins, and she had to abate the rising lust in her young cunt, by running her hand down between her legs.
"Oh, mother," she thought, "Mother!"
Stella strained against the powerful forces that attacked her in a seemingly never ending ravage of her genitals, and finally, Jason lifted his head from, her streaming pussy, and turned himself around. Paul hardly missed a stroke. He couldn't stop for anything... NOT UNTIL HE HAD SPENT HIS SPERM FAR UP INTO HIS MOTHER'S BELLY... and he wouldn't do that until she had seen him... until she knew whose thick hot cock loved her aching pussy!
Jason moved so swiftly that it was impossible for Stella to lift her head in time to see her son before her husband's lips had blotted down on hers, his head blocking all view of anything else.
"Mmmmmmmmmnnnnnngh!" she struggled, trying to push up and away from him... trying to catch a glimpse of her raper. But Jason held her firm. "There's no use trying now, honey... you might as well relax and enjoy it... Doesn't it feel good?"
Stella could hardly deny that it felt good. But it was so strange... so unexpected... like a weird nightmare she had stumbled into. Why was Jason acting this way... and how could he let another man fuck her... why he actually seemed to want it... He seemed to have arranged it! Stricken with each new horrible thought, Stella's mind whirled as still the battering ram beat mercilessly against the sensitive cushion of her womb.
WHOEVER IT WAS, HE CERTAINLY KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING! But it was so sordid... like something from a French novel! Still, she didn't know how long she could take it... not with Jason kissing her so deeply... so persuasively... and now his hands were kneading her breasts again... she could never last long when he did that!
"OH, GOD," SHE THOUGHT, "WHAT IS THIS! WHAT IS THIS!?"
* * *
Anne crept closer to the bed... sure that everyone had forgotten about her completely she placed the still unopened package beside the bed. Then she moved silently around to the other side, where Jason's long body lay extended sideways on the bed. Softly she climbed on the bed beside him, and thrust her hand between his buttocks, reaching his balls from behind. She almost giggled when he jumped from the unexpected touch, but did not let it deter her from her task. She fondled her father's balls, and then held his throbbing cock in both her small hands... pushing her breasts down against his back as she did so. A shudder went through him as she pulled the thick foreskin back and forth; back and forth in time to the fucking her brother was giving their mother.
The warm pressures, the steady ramming into her gaping cuntal hole made Stella twist and turn with the mounting frenzy of an unwanted, yet physically craved orgasm. Both her husband and son could sense the end... or rather the beginning was near... Paul bit down hard on his lower lip and rammed his lust-bloated cock straight up into his mother... She screamed out with pain, but he felt something give way inside her... as though her total resistance had been broken by this last cunt shattering blow.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNGH!" she grunted... "NNNNNNNNNNNGH!" Jason lifted his head up slightly, removing his mouth from hers. "OOOOOOOOH!" she cried. "oooooooHHHHHHHHH ... I... I'VE GOT TO CUM... FOR GOD SAKES I'VE GOT TO! ... AAAAAAAAA... MMMMMMMM ... NNNNNNNNGH!"
Jason lifted only his torso up, not wanting to disturb the manipulations of his daughter's hands on his jerking cock. But he moved far enough so that Stella had a clear view of her son, fucking crazily into her climaxing cunt.
Stella's eyes were tightly closed during the first moments of her orgasm, when she was rising steadily up, like flying into a cloud of pleasure, but as she reached the highest peak, sensing that Jason had moved enough for her to be able to see who was responsible for her delirium, the image of her son's sweat-covered body greeted her disbelieving eyes... and at the instant she saw him, he flexed his hardened young cock once more into her receptive cervix, causing her to groan loudly with a cry of alarm that turned to soul-rending lust. There was no way to deny the truth of what she saw... her own son was fucking her, taking her masterfully as though she were some young girl... and she was loving it, reveling in it. Her head swam from the utter degradation of what was happening, but instead of decreasing her orgasm, it doubled it, causing her to roll and toss with the wildness of ecstasy that burned in her loins. The dull throb of her son's driving cock high in her womb sent new erotic spasms rippling through her, chaotic images of dancing cocks cavorting in her mind's eye. She was exploding into a myriad of tiny pieces, showering up and out like an atomic detonation, mushrooming to the most exquisite orgasm she had ever known. IT SEEMED TO LAST FOREVER, BLOTTING OUT THE SHAME SHE KNEW SHE OUGHT TO FEEL, MAKING NOTHING ELSE MATTER IN THE ENTIRE WORLD BUT PAUL... PAUL'S PHALLUS TOUCHING THE INNER-MOST PART OF HER BEING!
Slowly the crescendo abated, and Stella began to return to her senses. Opening her eyes once more, she was astonished to see that her son was still there, hovering above her and his cock... HIS COCK WAS STILL FULL AND STIFF INSIDE HER! Turning quickly, a cry of anguish forming on her full swollen lips, she saw Jason lying beside her and a little beyond him, ANNE!
"WHAT IS THIS!" she cried... "HAVE YOU ALL GONE INSANE?" She could see that Anne was massaging her father's huge prick with anxious, nervous fingers, while Jason continued to contain Stella's body so she could not move... while Paul... "PAUL! YOU MUST GET OFF OF ME! THIS IS MADNESS... INSANE... THIS IS INCEST!"
"I know, MOM," Paul moaned, moving up closer. He fell forward onto his mother's body, never letting his prick pull free of her for an instant. She was still struggling so much that Anne got up and went around to the other side, holding onto one of her mother's arms, while Jason held the other. Paul let himself go now, wriggling on top of Stella's prone body like a young eel. His cock burrowing higher and higher, now buffeting sideways, now digging straight ahead into the well-stretched cuntal cavern between his mother's lust-torn thighs.
Stella felt the tears flowing from her eyes in a torrent of unabated crying. She was frightened by what she was feeling... frightened by the look on Paul's face.
The little boy she had borne so many short years ago! And Anne... she was sure she had seen Anne playing with Jason's cock! It couldn't be happening... not to her... it just couldn't be real!
But Paul's maniacal screwing was no fantasy. It was real enough, and soon all thoughts of fear and disgust were erased from Stella's mind. She felt a rush of desire so strong that it was rivaled by none she had ever felt before. It was intoxicating... so fantastically beautiful that it swept away all the ugliness she had felt. THE COMBINATION OF MATERNAL LOVE AND SEXUAL LOVE WAS AWESOME. With a suddenness that even Paul was unprepared for, she began to fuck back, shoving the inflamed lips of her vagina wetly up against his lunging cock. Her large, swollen breasts pushed back against his boyish chest, bruising against the bone. Her head flew back as she fought for breath and little groans of delight came bubbling from her throat. She was aroused to an agonizing state... one which made her tremble and shake, tensed against her son's clinging body.
Jason and Anne looked at each other across the lewd spectacle of Stella's abandonment to Paul's lovemaking. They realized that they were no longer needed and let loose their hold on Stella's arms. No sooner had they done so, that Stella threw her arms around her son's neck and pulled his mouth hard down on hers. She thrust her tongue in his mouth, tasting the saliva... saliva that she her-self had helped to create when Paul had been a tiny embryo nestled in her womb. Now he was battering at that very same womb, as if asking to be let back in!
Jason quickly moved to the other side of the bed, jumping on next to Stella and pulling Anne on top of him, sat her down on his bulging cock. It was almost at the bursting point! Anne squealed noisily as the enormous staff throbbed at the wet opening of her pussy. But she wanted it so badly that she wriggled herself down until its entire length was thrust into her desire-drenched cunt.
Her hips swayed rapidly from side to side and she bucked up and down on her knees, straddling her father's body.
Stella heard them and looked over to see her daughter's lust contorted features, her face a mask of longing, as her pretty naked body jiggled on her father's impaling member. She gasped, but Paul moved her head back, thrusting his tongue deep into her throat once more and she found she was cumming again.
"OooooooooooH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Paul couldn't last another second. The sound of his mother's wails acted like a catalyst, sending the pent-up sperm in his testicles spurting forth along the length of his burning red hot cock. He forced Stella's legs brutally apart, and with a vicious thrust, collapsed onto her, jerking his final climax deep into her belly and called her name.
To these passion-ridden cries, the dual exclamations of Jason and his daughter were added, creating a deafening erotic din that reverberated lewdly from the bedroom walls.
As Anne's head fell against her father's shoulder she heard him whisper to her. "The package, darling... open the package now!"
Anne roused herself from the fading tingling of her astonishing orgasm and looked toward the package which still lay on the rug beside the bed where she had placed it unopened. She extricated herself from her father's drooping penis with a small sucking noise and sitting cross-legged on the floor, opened it. From where she was sitting she could see the outline of the spent bodies of her mother and brother, crumpled together, still twitching occasionally with the sense memory of their mutual attraction.
With a little cry of surprise she withdrew the contents of the box. IT WAS THE MOST OBSCENE THING SHE HAD EVER SEEN!
"Wh... what is it?" she asked Jason.
Jason swung his legs over the edge of the bed, sitting up. He had no fears of disturbing the two next to him, for he could already see that Paul's hips had begun working again, the small buttocks flexing and un-flexing as his penis grew once more to rigidity.
Jason looked down at his daughter as she held the object with gingerly fingers.
"It's a dildo... for you and your mother! I had to look all over creation for this old friend of mine who makes them. I always wanted to get your mother one... but we never had any use for it before..."
"But what do I do?" Anne asked, turning the phallic shaped article about.
"Well," Jason whispered. "You'll notice it's, double-headed. This end, you put inside your little snatch, baby, and this end goes inside Mom's."
"Jeeeez!" Anne whistled, "What a mind-blower!"
She immediately lay back on the floor and began trying to worm the lewd rubber cock into her tight pussy. The thing was big, but Anne's vagina was still wet from her father's fluids, and slowly the rubber tip began to sink into her slippery orifice.
Jason watched, his own penis rising at the sight of his daughter lying on the floor ramming a large artificial prick into her cunt. He had never known such excitement! As Paul and his mother became fully aroused again, they seemed to have no concept of anyone else being in the room but themselves.
"So much the better," thought Jason, pleased that Stella was responding so beautifully to his plan. Of course he had known deep down that she would. How could she help it?
"Oh, yes, Paul ... PAULIE ... PAULIE...! Oh, it's wonderful... where did you learn that... where... ooooooh!" Stella moaned and cried hysterically, her body convulsing beneath the slender muscular frame of her son who was anxious to please.
"MMMMMmmm!" Anne moaned softly, cradling the other end of the thick fake cock in her hand, and slowly pushing it deeper inside her... .
"Let me hold your tits, honey, while you do that... . I think they're gonna be occupied a few minutes more!"
Jason got down on the floor beside his daughter and began to tweak Anne's firm teen-aged breasts in his big, rough hands.
The giant rod surged another few inches into her tight young cunt, and Anne began to turn it about inside her, feeling the stiff object rougher against her sensitive inner walls than a real penis. It was strange, but it was exciting to be able to do it to herself, Anne thought... and have it feel almost like real!
The dull colored phallus glistened from the moisture in her vagina as Anne pulled it out of her, only to be unable to resist pushing it back in.
"Aaaaah! Oh, POPPA, don't stop... keep twisting my nipples... oh, kiss them... please kiss them!"
Jason complied with his daughter's request, more than happy to please. What a sexy little bitch she was turning into!
It was nearly dawn when Anne peered down at her mother's ecstatic face. The dildo was invisible, one end firmly ensconced high in Stella's still quivering vagina... the other stuck in the far reaches of her daughter's slender passage. On each of Stella's voluptuous breasts there hung an adoring mouth as husband and son assisted Anne in bringing her mother to a crashing climax. It was an experience that both women felt shy about at first, but then with much coercion from Jason and Paul, Anne had finally inserted her new prick into Stella's waiting pussy.
The reaction was immediate and electric! The two women gasped, amazed at the startling pleasure they could give each other. This additional step into the depths of depravity seemed to take hold of them both, shaking them to the marrow by the enormity of it, yet creeping up slyly, the very audacity of the act creating new wealth of desire in each of them. Anne pushed in, her blonde cunt hairs brushing against those of her mother. The harder she thrust forward, the harder the lewd object was thrust up into her own womb. It was shattering! On and on they went, caught up in their odd passion, Anne mimicking a man as she fucked into the long; deep passage of her mother's vagina.
Soon, they were no longer mother and daughter but just two creatures, graceful animals, feeding each other's lust, driving each other on and on to increased delights. They gyrated wildly together until finally they came to a trembling and excruciating climax in each other's arms.
"Oh, my beautiful daughter!" Stella gasped. "Mom!" came the breathless reply.
* * *
As the sun rose on the edge of the horizon, the satiated, but exhausted Hollinger family lay peacefully on the sand waiting for its first rays.
Stella sighed as Jason massaged her shoulders. She had never dreamed it possible to feel so complete and secure. She looked about at her children and then at her loving husband. She sensed they would never leave her again. They were truly the most beautiful people in the world. She hadn't resisted their loving, for very long, she realized and it seemed she must have always known that such things were possible. That it was especially possible between them! "Thank heavens for you all!" she said finally.
The twins turned to look at their mother. They were sitting arm and arm looking out toward the water. Paul could see that he'd never have to worry about her again.
"Well, we wouldn't be here at all, if it wasn't for you, Mom!" he said.
