Incest. A subject which is, to many societies, our own included-too horrible even to discuss. It is hard to deny, however, that it is also a subject which intrigues many people-possibly more than it shocks them. The reasons for this are certainly many, but it can probably be said that as long as something is taboo, it will remain a thing of great interest to many.
SISTER NYMPH is the story of a brother and sister-and, to a lesser extent, their father and stepmother-who, for whatever reasons, become sexually involved with one another, eventually bringing about a crisis of enormous proportions for all those around them. But to Billy and Sally Barth their actions are natural outgrowths of their budding sexuality-not sinful deeds at all.
But how does society look upon the situation? With shock? With anger? Why? Who has the right to condemn these youths for actions which, for them, are totally natural? Intriguing questions.
SISTER NYMPH-a story of interest for all who seek to understand the workings of the human mind.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Billy Barth watched his sister's nude titties wobble as she paced the living room.
For a girl of fourteen, Sally had beautiful tits, heavy enough to roll and lurch across her sun-browned torso, yet high and firm, protruding like a pair of pointy grapefruit.
She had unzipped her dress and turned the front down to her waist. Her left hand was extended, the fingers splayed out to dry the nail polish she had just applied. She held the polish kit in her other hand.
"Well?" she asked. "Are my boobies big enough to make you horny?"
She brushed the palm of her hand across her tits, bending the erect nipples, then letting them snap back to show him how stiff they were.
He said, "Go on, tease me. I can go along with a joke."
"It's no joke. I'm sick of hiding my body from you. Like April says, let it all hang out. I mean, April and her brother used to fuck. Why shouldn't we?"
"Because you're my sister, that's why!" he shouted.
He was scrunched down into the big armchair, their father's chair, trying to hide the stiff cock stretching his shorts. He was furious with her. He was older, fifteen, and he knew more. Sally was still only fourteen, even if she did have titties that many grown women could envy, and a curvy little ass, and when she smiled her cheeks dimpled, and her blue eyes glowed tenderly at him, full of love. But now the blue eyes were dark with anger because she could not make him understand.
She flounced about, her titties jerking and jiggling in nine directions at once. "You're so fucking square, Billy! I'm not asking much. I just wanted to feel your prick."
"No!"
"It's hard. I can see it. Do you deny that your prick is hard?"
He shut his eyes. He jabbed his index fingers into his ears to close out the sound of her voice.
She shouted, "I want to sit on your lap!"
"Shhh!" he said. "The neighbors will hear!"
"I'll shout louder if you don't let me sit on your lap!"
"Oh, shit," he groaned.
He had to let her. Eyes still closed, he felt her climb on him, sideways, swinging her legs up on the chair arm and sitting right on his cock, her plump little ass crushing it. She curled an arm around him. The other hand, still tipped with glistening wet nail polish, fanned the air.
Her lips pressed his cheek, soft and wet.
She whispered, "Billy, I love you so."
His cock was throbbing against her ass.
Sally had always been affectionate, but the sexy stuff was brand-new. He had just returned home from three weeks at summer camp. While he was gone a girl named April had moved in down the street, and she seemed to have screwed up his sister's brain.
He said, "This April must be some kind of nut."
"You'll love her, Billy. Boy, is she built! She has tits like melons. Her brother used to hump her every night. She's fifteen."
He should not have gone away to camp, should have stayed home to keep Sally out of trouble. But camp had been free-he had been in charge of a cabin of younger boys-and Sally had urged him to go.
They were closer than other brothers and sisters because their mother had run off when they were small, and Father was always away on business trips. Their stepmother, Janet, was easygoing, and let them run their own affairs.
Sally squirmed her behind voluptuously on his stiff prick.
She murmured, "Gee, but it's hard, Billy!"
He wanted desperately to poke it into her hole. No! He and his sister were not like that crazy April! Still, they had hot blood and were well-built. He was stocky, blond, wide in the chest.
Sally was much smaller and had reddish-brown hair, but she was also built for sex, with her protruding titties and her plump little ass.
They were alone in the house. Their stepmother, Janet, was at Women's Club tonight, and Dad was off again on a business trip.
He felt the heat of Sally's titties burn his bare chest.
She whispered, "You should thank me for all I've done. I mean, I set you up with April. She's willing."
"Willing to do what?"
"To fuck. J told her you're always chasing girls but not getting any. She's seen your picture and she says she loves blond boys. So you can fuck her every night. I have it all arranged."
"Wait a minute. I thought you wanted-you and me-"
"Well, April and I planned for you and her to screw together, but I think I'm changing my mind."
He still held his eyes scrunched shut, but he could not close out Sally's voice, and now he smelled her femaleness, an indefinable combination of odors that probably had perfume in it, and the smell of nail polish, and sweat-it was' sultry August weather-and maybe her pussy.
He said, "Sally, you go sit on the couch. We can talk better if we cool off separately."
She nuzzled down to his throat and kissed it.
He cried, "Will you please go sit on the sofa?"
"I will if you kiss me."
He gave in, knowing that Sally always kept her word. She changed her mind like a spinning pinwheel but her promises were solid.
He turned his head to her, puckering his lips. Sally was having none of that kind of grudging kiss. She licked and nibbled his lips, opened his mouth and slid her tongue over his.
He felt the kiss shoot heat down to his cock, even to his toes and fingertips.
"There!" she said. "Think about that for a while!"
She arched up off him and went wagging her ass to the sofa, where she flopped down.
She said, "I have to finish painting my nails anyway."
She opened the nail kit, took a brush from a bottle and swabbed her thumbnail.
Staring at Sally, he found that a pulse was pounding wildly in his temple. Her titties quivered on every breath. He forced his gaze to her face, a pretty heart shape in a frame of silky chestnut hair. He studied her long, dark lashes, her freckled button nose, and the dimples in her cheeks.
He sighed. She was much too pretty and he was too fond of her to remain angry.
Sally finished the thumbnail and glanced down at her toes. Abruptly she raised a leg, heeling the couch cushions, and began dabbing polish on the big toenail.
The raised leg crushed back her short skirt, revealing laceedged panties that swooped low on her belly. Through them he could see the shadow of her pussy hair, like a fan opening out from her crotch. An edging of hair curled out the right leg hole and formed an auburn fringe against the white strip of thigh that her bathing suit covered.
He averted his gaze. "Sally, you shouldn't sit that way."
"What way?"
"You know what way. You're teasing me again. Your skirt is up. I can see your panties."
She glanced at her crotch. "So, why not?"
"Because I'm your brother, that's why not!"
"Well of course you're my brother. I wouldn't sit like this if you weren't. Do you think I'd let just any guy see my pussy?"
Her eyes were twinkling. He saw the sharp dimples cut into her cheeks. She was really teasing him now.
She set the nail polish aside and slipped a hand down her belly. She pressed the panties, flattening her pubic hair, displaying the form of her plump, hairy little mound, then shaping the nylon to her cuntlips. With a fingernail she grooved the material into the line of her split.
Billy thrust up from the armchair. He turned his back to her and stared out the window at the big maple trees in the yard and at the curb. The sky was still pink with sunset but the street lights were on.
His cock was throbbing in long, hard surges. He was afraid he would shoot off in his pants.
Sally said, "There's no use hiding things. April says that after the first time it's all easy. So okay, you've seen my pussy. I bet you didn't even know there's hair on it, because you haven't looked up my skirt for years. You always look away, like you want to avoid me."
There was a sob in her voice. The sob sounded fake to Billy.
He growled, "Don't give me that crap. I'm not supposed to look up your skirt."
"But Billy, I want you to!"
He had to escape. He swung away toward the hall. "I'm going to the bathroom."
"I'm coming too."
"No!"
"You're going to go in the bathroom and lock the door and jerk off because your cock is stiff-"
She was right. He broke into a run for the bathroom.
But she came flying after him. They jammed together in the doorway. He tried to shut her out but she squirmed inside.
. Desperate now, he shouted, "Okay, I'm going to jerk off! So there! See how you like that!"
He tore his fly open and with some difficulty dug his prick out and fisted the fat prong of inflamed meat.
She said, "I'll stay and watch. I have to pee anyway."
She went switching her hips to the toilet. She jerked up her skirt, shoved her panties down and squatted.
He could not quite believe this was happening. Gape-mouthed, he sat on the edge of the bathtub, fisting his cock.
Sally folded her skirt up into the fallen top of her dress, tangling the garment into a rope of material about her waist. She turned on the John facing him and spread her legs wide apart.
He stared at his sister's cunt. The hair was a reddish-brown fluff on her mound, narrowing between her legs. He sat clutching his cock in an iron grip, his gaze sweeping up and down Sally, from her defiant eyes and set jaw to the naked bulbs of her tits, to the wadded dress around her waist, to her spread thighs and the pubic fur separating them, down to the white panties stretched in a band between her ankles.
She said in a choked voice, "Your cock is awful fat and long."
It protruded from his fist, bigger than he had ever seen it, the head an engorged, red-purple knob. He wanted to hide it or to escape but he sat transfixed by the sight of his sister's twat in the frame of her widespread thighs. He had never had such a view. He had necked with girls and felt their cunts but always in darkness. He had never really seen a snatch except in girlie magazines.
Sally said, "One day April bought two cucumbers at the supermarket, slim ones, cock-sized. We shaved off the warts-"
He choked, "I don't want to hear about it!"
"I have to explain, Billy. The cucumbers were refrigerated. We had to wait until they were warm and then we greased them with face cream."
"I don't want to hear anything about that nutty April!"
"Billy, I have to tell you! We were laughing so hard that when April poked the cucumber at my cunt it was inside me before I knew it. I mean, it's all just fun. Sex is great! It's not something to be ashamed of."
"But Sally, you're my sister!"
"Oh, fuck. April was only thirteen when her brother pronged into her the first time, and she just loved it. But this summer he has a job at some lake resort and in September he starts college, so April is pretty horny. You had better start screwing her before she meets another guy. Gosh, Billy, I arranged it because of how I love you."
"But now you wish you hadn't set it up for me to bang April?"
She bit her lip. "I'm so hot I could cry. April and I never talk about anything but sex. We stuck the cucumbers into our cunts and masturbated each other, but it all just made me hotter. And I love you."
She was flushed now, her eyes downcast. Her blush calmed him, let him face the fact that he was sitting on the bathtub rim fisting his cock, gazing at his sister, who was squatting spread-legged on the John, yet the skies had not fallen in.
He loved her blushes, and her spates of anger, too. His gaze rested fondly on her dimples, then on the blue eyes slanting shyly away.
She was kicking off her panties.
She said, "I'm going to pee." She moved a hand to her mound and pressed it. Her furry lips parted, exposing her glistening pink slit. She raised a few inches off the toilet seat, as though to show him better. He could see her clit now, a pink little bump. From a tiny hole just below it, a trickle of piss arched out.
She leaned forward slightly and the yellow stream spattered into the bowl. She watched it, blushing, and Billy realized that this was costing her an effort, that she had forced herself to bare her titties and then her pussy, and now to pee in front of him. Understanding this made him feel terribly warm toward her. Yes, he did love his sister.
As the stream dwindled she reached for the toilet paper, tore off a sheet. She gently swabbed her gash.
Then, almost shyly, she asked in a small voice, "Do you want to see my cunt up close?"
Despite himself, he nodded.
She rose and came toward him, holding her skirt up off her furry little nest. She paused facing him, her feet planted well apart. She pressed her mound. He saw her pussy lips spread. It was sort of like a bearded clam opening out. Inside, her gash looked much like the flesh of a clam, pink and glistening dewily. Her clit bump protruded from beneath a little notched hood. He gazed at the inner lips, standing open like the petals of a flower, and at the pink funnel of her hole. Curly hair crowded in on it.
Abruptly she dropped down and sat on her heels. "Billy, let me jerk you off?"
His mouth was dry. He kept licking his lips but could not seem to keep them moist. His fist was still vised on his cock. The hot pulsing of it told him he was about to come.
"Please?" she begged.
He was too choked up to answer. She plucked at his hand. He let her remove it. Then her soft little fingers closed about his stem.
"Ohhh, Billy!" she gasped. "It's so hard. It's like a bone!"
She used her other hand to scoop his balls out of his shorts.
Billy writhed. He clung to the edge of the tub with both hands. His vision had turned red. He was all cock now. A giant prong rose out of his loins, a pillar standing before him topped by a knob like a purplish apple. His sister's sun-gilded hand raced up and down the stem. His hips jerked until he was fucking her fist, plunging up into it while her palm and fingers slid silkily up to the head and down to the root. He stared into the spread of her legs, at her hairy-lipped cunt. She jerked harder and her tits bobbed. She was gasping, her face crimson, her huge eyes fixed on his cockhead, which seemed to rear back in agony every time her fist went down his stem.
He moaned, "Sis, I'm coming!"
"Can I squeeze your balls?"
"Yes!"
She clenched them in her cupped hand, and felt the jism rise joltingly into his prick. He arched up, his ass lifting from the bathtub, his hips grinding through hard fuck cycles.
He cried, "Now! I'm shooting off! It's going, Sis, it's all going!"
The fiery tip of his cock opened, and from the split gobs of jism fountained upward.
Then Sally lunged to it, her mouth yawning.
He saw his cockhead disappear between her lips, felt the slithering wetness of her lashing tongue.
His second shot landed in her throat.
His sister was sucking his cock! He groaned, dying of shame. But he could not hold back. Jerking his hips, he fucked her mouth, driving his squirting come into it.
Then Sally clutched her pussy. She slid two fingers into her hole.
She sucked him dry before falling on the floor, writhing, hips wrenching, jabbing her fingers into her vagina.
"I'm coming, Billy, coming!"
He seized his sister's shoulders and pressed his cheek to her forehead as her body whipped through orgasm.
CHAPTER TWO
Lying on the bathroom floor, two fingers buried in her drooling cunt, Sally watched her brother stand up. He was shaking all over. He clutched at his shorts but they fell from his nerveless fingers.
A blob of white jism dangled from the split of his twitching cock. She gazed at the stiff organ and at the sac of his scrotum, stretched by the weight of his fat nuts.
She had come, but her orgasm only made her want it more desperately than before.
He bent to his shorts. Sally grabbed them and held them down at his ankles, crying, "Billy, please don't put them on! I want to see you naked. Please?"
He bit his lip. "Sally, I don't know. I mean-" Abruptly he stepped out of his shorts and ducked out of the bathroom.
Sally sat up, still fingering her split, thinking of how April had said to just show him her tits and twat, that he wouldn't be able to resist. It was not that easy.
Rising, she scooped up his shorts and thrust them into the laundry hamper, to at least bar him from quickly clothing himself. She peeled off her dress and dropped it. She went naked out toward the living room.
He was sitting in their father's chair again, scowling, his legs crossed to hide his cock and balls. She stood before him. He avoided looking at her. She felt hurt. Her body was pretty, she thought, and she wanted him to gaze at her round titties, her curvy hips, and her silky-haired pussy.
She whispered, "Billy, don't you love me?"
"You have it all backwards," he growled.
"Billy, I feel all shaken and lost. If you love me you'll hug me and tell me it's all right. Then I'll feel good."
"It's not all right."
But he glanced at her, just once, his gaze washing up and down her body, for a moment fastening on her cunt. Sally took heart. She climbed onto him, curled up sitting on his thighs, rubbing her cheek on his. His body felt hot and strong beneath her, and she gained assurance with every breath.
She kissed his cheek and whispered, "See, because I love you so much I don't want other boys. It has to be you. This sexy stuff with April has steamed me up terribly. See? Will you kiss me, Billy?"
She raised her head and faced him. His lips were set, white with tension. Sally licked from one corner of his mouth to the other. She kept it up until he sighed and his lower lip softened. She sucked at it.
Gradually he relaxed, letting her curl her tongue in and lick the insides of his lips. His tongue met hers. The thrilling contact sent shivers of delight throughout her body. She opened her mouth wide, pressed it to his, wagging her tongue, breathing hard.
Then his arms wrapped about her, drawing her close and pressing her titties to his chest.
She almost cried out, she felt so relieved. He was responding at last. His meaty tongue drove hers back. She sucked his voluptuously into her throat. This was a real kiss, the tongue lunging into her mouth, not just an affectionate brother-sister kiss. He was giving in, shoving his tongue eagerly, and letting it be sucked.
When their mouths at last parted she raised up and pressed her throat to his mouth. He kissed it. She fingered into his hand. Moving, she presented the side of her neck to his lips, then her shoulder, her armpit. He nuzzled into the hollow. She knew that when she sweated there was something exciting in her armpit odor, a bit like cunt. She moved her body, pressing his face into her other armpit. He breathed loudly as he licked the flesh.
Sure of herself now, she climbed out of her curled-up position and knelt astride his hips, facing him. She cupped her hands under her titties and brought them to his mouth.
His tongue slithered around one spiked nipple.
She gasped. He turned to the other tit and licked the crown. She sat there breathing hard, holding her titties out for him to suck, squeezing them a little, hardening the bulbous protrusions that he was now licking and mouthing with feverish haste. She wished he would do it more gently, the way April did. She loved feeling April suck her breasts. Still, this was how boys were.
Suddenly it was too exciting. She sagged down, sitting back on his knees, dropping her face to his shoulder.
His prick was half-erect. She curled her fingers around it and squeezed.
Panting, they clung together. Sally kneaded the rising cock. It gave a lurch and the fat head nuzzled the palm of her hand.
She tested the split in the head with her thumbnail. There was sticky stuff in it. Fisting the head, she pushed downward, forcing the skin back. Kneading, pushing and pulling, she began jerking him off.
He groaned and widened the spread of his legs. He seemed to loosen all over.
Still, his cock was not yet inside her. She worked patiently on the lengthening rod. Still nuzzling his shoulder, she reached her other hand down. Ten fingers spiraled around the swelling meat. She dipped below and scooped up his nuts.
While doing this she discovered that her enjoyment in playing with his genitals was so great that she was in no hurry to fuck. Feeling up and down the towering stalk, squeezing the fat head, grabbing up his nuts and rolling them in the palm of her hand-it was glorious! Time passed without her realizing it.
In the end it was Billy who asked. "Sally, do you want to . . . you know . . . "
She snapped back to reality. He was suggesting that they fuck!
She was about to gasp an eager yes when she recalled his reluctance. She did not want to have to seduce him every time her pussy got hot and wet. She would make him commit himself.
She whispered, "Do I want to what? What did you ask?"
"My cock is so hard, I mean, you're driving me crazy, like I don't know what to do!" She purred, "What do you want to do?" He didn't answer.
"Billy, do you want to stick it into me?" He nodded.
Smiling, she kissed his throat. "Go on, say it." He groaned. "All right, damn it. I want to fuck you!"
She smiled triumphantly, then whispered, "Slide down in the chair, under me."
He squirmed toward her. His towering cock pointed up at her hairy crotch. Sally fingered the head into her slit, rubbing it, sliding it in her gash, wetting it well before she hipped toward him and notched her cuntlips on the head. She lowered an inch.
She gasped on feeling the huge, soft-sheathed knob choke the entrance to her hole. Holding the giant stem in her fist, she rotated it, swabbing the plush sheathing of his cockhead about her lips. Quivers inside her, vaginal undulations, quirky little gulps and gasps, slowly pumped moisture down to lave the fiery breadth of the cockhead that was stretching her slit out to an oval.
She looked down at her thighs, the sides of a triangle poised over him, then at the cock rising to her cunt, the end buried in her furry outer lips. Her fist looked tiny compared to the thick red meat. Too big! It frightened her. This was not a greasy cucumber such as she and April had stuck into their holes. It was a living cock, bone hard and throbbing with urgency, and the knob felt as big as an apple stuck in her cuntlips.
Billy whispered, "Sis, does it hurt?"
His compassion warmed her. But it was a challenge, too, hinting that at fourteen she was too young to fuck. Biting her lip, she sank down.
Her cunt opened on the intruder. Slowly the fat head buried itself inside her. The shaft shortened before her gaze. Her reddish-brown crotch fluff was nearing his blond pubes. She stared at the visual evidence that several inches of prick were inside her. The sight was so thrilling that the hot throbbing within her was reduced to secondary importance. Wiggling on it, still rotating her hips, she lowered, removing her hand now, holding his shoulders to brace herself as she sat, feeling the bulky stiffness curve into the form of her vagina. His organ and hers were both changing shape. At last, miraculously, her buttocks touched his thighs. She was sitting on him, and her cunt had successfully sheathed this hard sword of a prick.
She pressed her face to his throat, closed her eyes, and clung. Her mind spun wildly, trying to grasp the reality of having a belly full of cock. Strange things were happening inside her, slithering movements. The center of feeling was her clit, pulsing against his loins, a fiery bubble. She could evaluate its pulsing. But the bloated hardness in her belly was too new, and the vaginal caresses swarming about it surprised her. Well, her body seemed to know what to do. She waited, clutching her brother to her.
He too was immobile, perhaps like her adjusting to the overwhelming fact that their genitals were coupled. It was really simple, she thought, like a one-pronged electric plug socketed in. But her clitoris was distracting, a small area of sensual pleasure apart from her vagina. She waited, and then the prong on which she was impaled seemed to ooze warmth, melting her vaginal walls and at the same time passing through them, filling her body, bringing tingles to her fingertips and toes.
A dryness in her mouth made her lash her tongue out and lick feverishly at her lips. Her eyelids felt it too. They were drooping, not sleepily but voluptuously, and her lips curved in a smile that was both proud and sensual.
She told herself she'd done it, split herself on her brother's cock.
Experimenting now, she drew in her vaginal muscles, clutching his stem. It worked. She gave a laugh of pleasure. She had pulled a sucking ring on his shank, and in response his cockhead throbbed high in her belly.
But it started something. Her hips began to move in small, slow surges, lifting her. She sank down again. Her open cuntlips, jellied and sloshy, squashed on his hairy pubes.
She choked, "Billy, I'm fucking! I'm really fucking!"
His hands closed on her buttocks and helped her lift through a short arc, halfway up his cock, then down, quite comfortably refilling her hole.
Suddenly she was panting. She bit his shoulder to stifle a moan. Her hip movements were speeding. Each time she raised, her vagina gave a gulp, sucking in his meat.
As her clit touched bottom it seemed to pop like a breaking bubble, firing juicy electric charges up high inside her. But soon it was no longer a separate thing. It had become part of her entire apparatus, joined to her swollen inner lips and her sucking hole. Even her outer lips, feeling very fat now, squashed and flattened out when she bottomed. They too were part of the irregularly shaped funnel housing his towering cock.
His prick seemed to enlarge but it did not cramp her belly. It was afloat in her, sliding easily. She raised high, felt the bulbous head in her lips, then dropped, filling herself with a single thrust.
She laughed. The oozing heat that had come from his burning prick now pulsed in waves that pounded up to her eyes. Her ass was jacking up and down rapidly, hammering her split on his loins. Squishy noises, suckings, splats as she landed, sounded above her hoarse breathing.
Clinging frantically to his shoulders, she became a single limber muscle, levering up and down, lifting off and then sucking that wonderful hot cock into her hungry hole.
Burning knots gathered in her belly. She recognized them. This was not that hot little knot in her clitoris when she masturbated. This was a hundred times bigger, all those knots gathering and clustering about his cock, then expanding and filling her belly, one knot trying to burst.
She felt her brother begin to drive his cock up hard, meeting her downward surges.
She cried, "Billy, we're coming!"
She didn't know how she had guessed that he was going to shoot off his nuts. His prick had hardened and was growing and he was panting as loudly as she. But there was something else, a knowledge that they would always come together because they were one, joined by a fierce love that excluded everybody else.
She did not cease her long, rhythmic hip motions, her instinctive hunches, and yet she was waiting, quiet in the eye of the storm. His iron prick would decide when.
Then the time was upon them, and he banged frantically up at her.
Billy stiffened, remained arched up against her cunt.
She felt his tool spew, blast, shoot its load up her cuntal pocket.
He shrieked. Her vagina sucked feverishly at its own drool and at the blobs of jism fountaining inside it.
"I'm coming on your cock, Billy!"
She had to say it to believe it. She was coming all over, bursting on the meat plunging in her cunt. She heard her vagina squish and suck, and the slap of her wet ass on his thighs as she rode his cock into the delirium of orgasm.
Still he fired his blobs of hot juice up her channel, and they both laughed and cried through the glorious, exploding release of their joint come.
Then he stopped and sagged down, gasping, suddenly limp.
But Sally churned on, her hips moving in long surges as she milked his empty prick, drawing a fresh wave of orgasm from the rigid member.
Sweating, laughing, kissing him, she galloped through the last insane waves of her fiery eruption.
CHAPTER THREE
Billy fled the house.
He walked toward town faster than he had ever walked before. He wanted to run, but that would attract attention. If only he could crawl into a hole and hide his shame!
Halfway to the jukebox-soda joint where the gang hung out he stopped, realizing he could not face the guys.
He paused between street lights in the deep shade of an immense maple tree.
He had fucked his sister.
He could still feel her slippery cunt sucking his prick, could see her sitting astride him, her titties leaping as she jerked up and down, raising off his dripping cock, then dropping, consuming the whole length of meat. It had been terrific.
But afterwards, the shame, the awful cringing inside him, trying to avoid her gaze as she, still hot, kept riding his prick.
When her orgasm at last ended, he had rushed from her, gone upstairs, got a clean pair of shorts, and escaped the house.
It was wrong, all wrong! His own sister!
But he discovered that as he thought about it, his cock was stiffening.
He sprang up, terrified, and ran down the block, turned the corner, and raced uphill toward the city park.
But he could not outrun his cock. It throbbed, and his balls jangled. Then his prick lifted his shorts out and he stopped running.
He sagged against a tree, panting. Abruptly he turned homeward. He would give Sally hell. No, that wouldn't work. She knew how to sweet-talk him into anything. He would stay outside the house until she was safely asleep.
He cut across the back lots and arrived home beside the garage. Hugging the shadows, he glanced up at Sally's lighted second-story bedroom window. Thin curtains veiled it. She was moving about, a graceful form hazed by the curtains. He could not guess if she were dressed or naked.
He unzipped and let his hard cock slide out into the cool night air, hoping that would wilt it.
Then he saw a white car coming down the street. It slowed on approaching the house.
Janet, his stepmother, home from Women's Club.
She turned into the drive. Billy shrank back into the shadows to avoid being caught in the headlights. But she stopped at the kitchen door and the lights blinked off.
Janet climbed out of the car, a slim blonde woman in a white dress. Her uptilted titties jiggled and her ass wagged as she climbed the steps to the kitchen door. As a stepmother, Janet was a sweetheart, maybe too easy on them. She loved them, Billy was sure, a lot more than their real mother, Madge. As a woman, Janet was something else. She swayed sensuously when she walked, and when any man looked intently at her she got red-throated and her eyes darkened and became slitted.
She entered the house. Billy heard her call upstairs. Sally replied.
The light in Janet's downstairs bedroom switched on. He saw her open the drapes to let in the cool night air. Then, standing in profile, she began peeling off her dress. Those thrusting tits! They seemed to be trying to burst her white bra.
Billy fisted his cock and began jerking off.
Janet tossed her dress on a chair and curled an arm behind her back. She unhooked her bra. Then, slowly, as though thinking of something else, she brushed the straps from her shoulders. The bra cups slid down the slopes of her tits. They hung on her nipples until she swept the bra away.
She turned toward him. Her breasts were round, the red tips as big as saucers. She bent over, peeling off her panties. Her tits hung out, gleaming white melons, the long nipples silhouetted against her belly.
Billy fisted his cock in an iron grip. He watched
Janet straighten, naked now. He gazed at the shape of her hips and at the lush, dark triangle of hair masking her cunt.
She turned away and moved from his view.
He sagged back against the garage wall. He shot a glance up at Sally's window. Empty. Both bright windows were now empty yellow triangles.
He quit pulling his cock, feeling as ashamed of having jerked it while peeping on Janet as he had been about Sally. After all, Janet was almost like his own mother!
Well, he had a solution to his problems. Sally said April wanted it. Okay. Tomorrow he would fuck April until his cock was raw. He would keep himself busy humping April until his father returned home. Then family life would be normal again.
He sat on his heels against the garage and waited. Janet's light went out first. He thought over his plans for tomorrow. He would pick up a ballgame down at the park. Gradually his prong wilted.
Sally's light went out.
He waited a full hour before sneaking into the silent darkness of the house, through the kitchen and up the stairs. On the landing he paused before Sally's open door. He heard her breathing evenly in sleep.
In his room he undressed and slid naked into bed.
He sighed deeply. Tomorrow, baseball at the park, then April. That would end his problems.
He was half-asleep when he heard the door creak.
He awoke with a start. Sally was tiptoeing toward him. She wore a hip-length nightie that shimmered in the moonlight like mist. She sat on the edge of his bed.
She whispered, "Billy, I want to talk about April."
He shot a glance at her. The circles of her breast tips showed darkly through the nightie. And although the gauzy nightgown was bunched on her crotch, he could see the shadow of her pubic hair.
He whispered, "You shouldn't come in here."
"I had to tell you. I decided. Tomorrow afternoon when Janet is at her office I'll bring April here. I mean, April wants to screw and so do you. It leaves me nowhere but it'll be better all around."
"Okay. So go to bed."
"I'm going to." She raised a hand to her tittie and rubbed it. "I wish I could watch you and April do it."
"Will you go to bed?"
"Sure." She squeezed a nipple between thumb and forefinger and tugged it lightly. He saw it grow out to a spike. She pressed her nightie to the form of it. "See how long it is?"
"Don't start that stuff again!"
"I'm going right now. Billy, I got awfully excited jerking you off. Can I touch it again? Just once?"
Lying there naked, he felt his prick give a thrust and raise into view.
"Get out of here!" he rasped. "Not until you let me touch it."
"No!"
Her under lip curved out into a pout. She tossed her head. "I'll sit here all night long."
"Just once?"
She nodded eagerly and reached to his cock. It hung in a loop, half-erect, but when her hot little hand curled about it the thing surged, stiffened, throbbed.
"OHHHH!" Sally gasped. "Billy, it's so big I can hardly reach around it!"
He choked, "Okay, you've had your feel. Now go."
She smiled quickly. "I said touch it once. I've only touched it once. I'm still only touching it once."
It grew up out of her fist, a stiff arc curving back toward him.
Sally dropped to an elbow beside him and stretched out on the bed. He scowled at her. She thought she was pretty smart, just touching it once, like she could touch it all night just once if she didn't release it!
Then she surprised him. She deliberately moved her hand from his prick to her face. She pressed the tip of her index finger to her lips. Her tongue curled out and laved the fingertip.
Sucking the finger, she gazed at him. She whispered, "I feel better now that I've touched it again. I mean, in the bathroom I was so excited it didn't seem real."
He studied her button nose with the sprinkle of freckles across it, and her slick, plump, lower lip. Then she smiled and her dimples cut into her cheeks.
"Billy, I love you. You know?"
Nodding, he took her hand from her face and pressed her knuckles to his cheek. He felt good now, not ashamed that he was naked with his stiff cock stuck up in the air, or that Sally was lying on his bed wearing only a short nightie that looked like a blue mist. This was his sister, this curvy little thing with her pouty tits and sleek, rounded legs. But at the moment that seemed unimportant. He loved her and gazed fondly at her nipples showing through the thin gown, and at the dark shadow of her pussy fur.
She said, "Billy, school starts in a week. We shouldn't waste our time. I mean, when you were away at camp I felt awful lonely, but meeting April really made a difference. It's like I'm awake now and I want to wake you up so we can really live. See, you ought to have a steady girl to fuck every night and April's it. But Billy, I'm jealous. You understand?"
"You know plenty of guys."
"But when I was painting my nails and I raised my leg and showed you my pussy, I told you I wouldn't let just any guy see it. I mean, because you're my brother and I love you."
"Still, you could get any guy you wanted. You're awful pretty and really built."
"Am I?" She moved closer, lying on her side now. She rubbed her velvety cheek against his shoulder. "Billy, kiss me, please?"
Slowly he turned to her. His cock was as stiff as a hammer handle, but he was more aware of Sally's soft hand slipping about his neck and drawing him closer, and then her lips glistening as she opened them for his kiss. He mouthed them gently. They rolled as smoothly as though creamed. Her tongue tip, a thrusting little morsel, bobbed about. He licked it. It retreated. He drove his tongue in, pursuing it. Sally sucked his tongue in a lazy, relaxed way.
Breathing hard, he drew off and kissed her cheeks, her eyes, her forehead. They lay panting, faces touching. Her fingers wove about the short hair at the back of his neck.
He gazed down her body. She was lying on her side. Her right breast rested on the one underneath, reducing the cleavage to a dark crack. His gaze traced her form, down to the narrowness of her waist, then out the abrupt curve of her hip. At fourteen, his sister had a woman's figure, though on a small scale.
She whispered, "Can I sleep here? All night?"
He kissed the freckled bridge of her nose. "Janet might come upstairs in the morning and find you here."
"She never does. She just hollers from the hall. Anyway, I don't care."
Breathing the sweet smell of her, gazing at her curvy little body, about which her nightie hovered like a fabric woven of moonlight from the window, he did not care either. He stroked her cheek, then the line of her throat. His hand hesitated over her breasts. Cautiously he fingered a nipple. It stiffened under his touch. He bent it. It ducked away as though not firmly planted.
Sally giggled. "There's a tie that holds the front together."
He found a bow knot of ribbon. He pulled. The knot came undone. He folded back the upper half, baring a milky mound of tit capped with a dark circle from which jutted a nipple the size of a rosebud. He tweaked it. Again Sally giggled.
"Does it tickle?" he asked.
"It tickles all the way to my toes. Well, it tickles down to my pussy, and waits there a minute, and then goes to my toes. And fingers."
He explored the circumference of the breast. It was firm and unbelievably smooth. He experimented with caressing it, then digging in his fingers. Sally squirmed. Abruptly she mouthed his ear and screwed her tongue into it.
She whispered, "Billy, suck my tittie?"
He leaned to it, holding it in one hand, teasing the tip with his tongue and then planting a kiss on it. Sally gave a moan. He felt her hand close on his cock, very lightly, just holding it, but trembling with excitement as he opened his mouth and sucked in half of her breast.
"Billy, I love that!"
He drew off and gazed at the wet tit. The circle around the stiff nipple had puffed. He fingered it. Under the saliva it was sort of rubbery. It was much smaller than Janet's, at least judging from what he had seen in her bedroom window. He wondered if aureoles got bigger as girls grew older. Janet was quite slim, and yet her boobies were much bigger than Sally's, and her aureoles huge, and her cunt hair was a sprawling bush compared to the tuft at the joining of his sister's thighs.
He turned his attention to it, feeling down her belly to the bunched nightie at her crotch. He drew back the nylon and caressed her auburn pubic hair. It felt as soft as silk. He flattened it. When released it expanded slowly. He found that the sides of her mound were not naked skin but clothed with almost invisible wisps of hair feeding inward. He fingered down to her labia. Sally cocked up a leg to open herself to his touch.
He traced over the outer lips. They felt much larger than they looked. They extended far down underneath, plump, mossy gates, neatly closed. As he caressed them they began to swell open, revealing her glistening inner lips.
He glanced up at Sally's eyes. Her lashes were lowered. She was licking her lips.
She choked, "That makes me just sizzle inside, Billy!"
He kissed her. She sucked greedily at his tongue.
He continued kneading her outer pussylips, rolling them between his fingers until they became squishy. Her hand was on the underside of his cock, moving slowly, a delicious caress that made his prick jump. Yet, it was more an expression of love than sex. She scooped up his nuts and held them for a moment. She released them and returned to stroking the underside of his cock.
Their lips parted. Sally whispered, "You're going to fuck me, aren't you, Billy?"
He bit his lip. Fuck his sister, that's what she meant. Nobody did that. It was wrong. Nutty people like this April might get involved with her brother-at least she had told Sally that-but that didn't matter. He was caressing his sister's cunt while she toyed with the stiffest hard-on of his whole life.
"Yes," he said.
"I'm a little scared."
"So am I."
Undecided, they lay fondling each other's genitals. Her cunt was wide open now. He fingered her clit. Sally's hips heaved. She moaned softly.
She choked, "Maybe you'd better stick it into me. Get it over with."
"Like this?" He squirmed to her. His cockhead butted her cushiony mound.
"No, it would be easier if I'm underneath. Move over."
He backed. Sally followed him.
Then he raised up and knelt between his sister's legs. Her thighs were spread out wide. She reached down and fisted his tool. Her hand looked small and pale compared to the thick stem. He lowered his hips. She rubbed the head in her cunt hair and then touched it to the steaminess of her split.
His whole cock jerked. He jabbed blindly.
"Wait!" she cried.
"But your gash is so hot, Sis!"
"I have to wet the head so it will slide into me. I mean, my cunt is awfully small, Billy. Now please hold off."
He waited as she swabbed it up and down her oily slit. Propped up on forearms and knees to keep his weight off her, he gazed at her bare tits, like two white bulbs drawn out to dark points, then down at her snatch, at the hairy lips between which she was moving his cock. Her clit was erect, faintly indenting his knob each time she pressed it in.
Then she bent his cock down low. Breathless, she widened the spread of her legs and tugged slightly at his cock. He felt hot flesh enclose the tip. Soon the whole head was bathed in her pulsing, liquid, vaginal opening.
She choked, "The head is in, Billy. Now push gently. Wait. I'll bring my legs back to straighten my hole."
She jacked up her knees. He felt her heels touch his spine.
He sank down.
He was in for a surprise. He had thought of her vagina as just a hole, a tube, a sheath to contain a cock. But it was alive, kneading his cockhead. He pushed deeper. A soft wetness squeezed his shank.
She had removed her hand from his shaft. He saw that several inches of prick remained outside her cunt. Poised like that he jogged inside her.
"Umm!" she gasped. "Billy, that's delicious. Do it like that, little short strokes, while my cunt stretches. Don't go deeper, just poke gently."
He jogged some more, then drew back. Her hairy lips clung to his cock as he retracted it. When the head left her cunt there was a squishy, sucking sound.
He grinned, "Sis, you have a noisy little cunt."
She smiled up at him. "Silly, it's because your cockhead is such a fat knob. It fits my hole like a cork in a bottle." She hugged him, then whispered hoarsely, "I'm looser inside now. There's like quivers running in and out of me as it opens. I can take more of your cock now. Slide it in, Billy."
He again notched his cock between his sister's jellied inner lips, squeezed in until the mushroom head popped through. Then he sank. He saw his glistening stem shorten. He paused. Her vagina was gulping at the meat now. Her heels burrowed into his buttocks. She braced, arched up, hips moving in a slow fuck rhythm as her hole sucked cock. Only two inches were still out. It sank in. He could see only pubic hair, his blond ruff merging with her reddish silk.
He pressed deeper. Sally gave a grunt. Her thighs vised tightly on his hips.
He was completely socketed into his sister's belly.
He lowered his torso to the hot mounds of her titties. Overcome with tenderness, he kissed her cheek. Her arms wound about his shoulders.
She sighed. "Billy, you're fucking me! I just love it! Your prick feels so fat! It just fills me! Like there's no room in my belly for anything else!"
Stilled, he felt the slippery ring of her vagina move up and down his shank, squeezing and caressing it.
He began to move. Slowly, backing an inch, then pushing in. Sally caught the rhythm. She pulled her ass as he drew out, then rose to meet him.
She whispered, "My vagina feels all squirty. You can fuck me harder now. I'm going to come pretty soon, I hope."
He raised out, lifting his cockhead clear, then sliding it back in. It made a sucking noise, and buried itself in sizzling, palpitating cunt.
Sally moaned. She arched up, swatting her belly at his.
"Kiss me, Billy!"
He thrust his tongue into her yawning mouth. She tried to swallow it, just as her vagina was swallowing his cock each time he plunged it into her.
She wrenched her mouth away, panting. "I'm coming, Billy! I'm COMING!"
His cockhead felt as big as a baseball. His rod was so stiff that he knew it must be hurting her, j but she only tightened the grip of her legs and beat her heels on his ass. He plunged in hard and his balls swatted her behind. They began to boil.
He choked, "Sis, I'll come with you! Do you want it?"
"Oh, YES! Shoot your load into me!"
His strokes lengthened. He raised up, the cords in his neck drawing taut as wires. A pulse pounded maniacally in his forehead. His prick throbbed on every stroke and his balls seemed to dive into her ass crack and swat so hard that jism was jolted up his tubes.
She thrashed wildly about. The bedsprings creaked loudly.
She moaned, "Fuck me hard, oh, yes, fuck me, FUCK MY CUNT!"
He smothered a yell as a ball seemed to squeeze up through his prick and expand it to double size. He flailed in, brutally hard. It went, the whole charge spewing into her roiling hole.
"You're coming!" she cried. "I can feel you coming inside me!"
He delivered that first blast of jism in the depths of her cuntal pocket. Bucking wildly now, his cock pulled all the way out. It missed her hole on the return, the glans sliding up her gash and out to her mound.
The shot blasted all the way to her tits, spattering them with white globs.
Sally's hand dove down with frantic haste and bent his cock back into her cunt.
Billy plunged his hands under his sister's ass and raised her to him. He plunged into the fork of her thighs, driving his spurting prick deeply, burying his exploding meat in her steaming, roiling cunt.
Her eyes were swimming with tears of joy when he delivered his last, jolting eruption.
"There," he panted, "that's all of it."
Her cunt gulped softly at his weakening rod.
They clung to each other, brother and sister coasting down from the peak of orgasm.
She whispered, "Let's take a snooze. Then you can fuck me again."
He expected her to want him to climb off, but when he made a move she held him in place between her legs.
He fell asleep with his erection wilting in his sister's overflowing cunt.
CHAPTER FOUR
Janet had slept fitfully because Billy had not been home when she returned from Women's Club.
She awoke with a start, hearing a noise somewhere in the house.
She glanced at the bedside clock. Four in the morning.
Beside her, Ed's unused pillow was still plump and snowy white.
She found that her hand was between her thighs. Lying on her back, she spread her legs and stroked her furry pussy, thinking it was hell for a married woman to resort to masturbation. Ed did not have to be away so much. He had seniority and could stay in the local office. But he viewed himself as the company's ace road salesman, indispensable.
Yet, when Ed was here it was sometimes worse. One night he would be a dreamy lover, tender and yet hard-cocked, driving her through one rapturous orgasm after another. But the next night he might be totally uninterested, or else just plunge it into her slit and shoot off so quickly that her nerves shattered as she desperately strove for orgasm on his softening prick.
Janet had once tried infidelity during Ed's absence. A man from the office. A nice man. But it had been no good. She was a home-bound person. She loved Ed, and Billy and Sally, and although she held a job and had close friends in the office, her real life was lived here. She was twenty-seven, old enough that she guessed she would not change.
She fingered into her damp cunt and pressed her clit. A tiny flare of heat jetted into her belly.
She heard a noise.
She jerked upright in bed, head cocked, listening. She reached for a cigarette on the night table. Lighting it, she rose.
Another noise. A squeak. Somewhere in the house.
She moved silently out to the hall, then to the living room. She could hear nothing now. She gazed about the large, well-furnished room. This house was generously proportioned, old but more comfortable than the compact new development places. It was a well-used, secondhand house, just as she had a secondhand husband who was a good bit older than she. But she liked that too, and she loved being a stepmother. She hated only that bitch Madge, the mother of Billy and Sally. Long ago Madge had tired of motherhood and had run off to Hawaii with a musician. She was now in Arizona married to or living with a jockey. Janet so hated the woman for leaving her two darling kids that she shut her ears when Madge was mentioned, and did not even know if the guy in Arizona was a disc jockey or if he rode horses. Still, Janet thanked Madge for leaving her Billy and Sally. She seemed unable to have children of her own.
No, Billy had not been home when she came in. He was certainly home now. He was a trustworthy boy. Still, knowing she would not sleep until she saw him safely in bed, she turned to the stairway.
She never invaded the kids' upstairs sanctuary. But she had to make sure.
On the stairway she heard the noise again. A slow, rhythmic squeaking. She paused. It was definitely upstairs. Bedsprings? Was Billy or Sally writhing through a sexy dream? Or masturbating?
On the landing she located the noise. In Billy's room. Sally's door was open. In passing, Janet glanced in.
Her bed was empty.
Alarmed, Janet advanced quickly to the boy's door. It was ajar. Holding her breath, she peeked through the crack between door and jamb.
Her heart stopped beating.
They were lying on the bed, naked.
Billy's cock stood up in the moonlight, a thick, rigid post dripping juice that gleamed like quicksilver.
Sally's legs were sufficiently parted so that Janet could see moisture sparkling on her open pussylips.
Evidently they had just stopped fucking and were taking a breather.
Janet cupped a hand on her mouth to smother a scream. She shut her eyes, thinking of how Ed had left the kids in her charge!
As she watched, Sally's hand moved down Billy's stomach to his stiff cock. Her fingers curled about it. Slowly her fist raised and lowered on the stem, slipping easily in the abundant cunt-juice.
Only their lower bodies were in moonlight. But as Janet became used to the darkness she could see that they were kissing, and Billy was caressing Sally's titties.
Then the girl raised up and curled down his body. Holding Billy's rampant cock in both hands, she bent to it and licked the swollen knob. She seemed in no hurry. Her teeth flashed as she nibbled it, apparently teasing him, because Janet heard her giggle. She licked down the flanks of the stem and her hand scooped up a pair of fat balls.
She inserted one of them into her mouth and gently sucked it. Tonguing it out, she sucked in the other. She then tried to stuff the entire scrotum in her mouth, but failed. She paused, breathing hard, then made a fresh attempt. After wetting her mouth on the dripping cock, she carefully inserted a ball, widened the spread of her jaws, and slipped the other nut in.
Slowly, carefully, she closed her mouth. Her cheeks moved as she worked on the sac of sensitive, swollen testicles. Her eyes were narrowed with lust, her nostrils flaring as she breathed around her luscious mouthful.
The boy groaned. His sister at last expelled his scrotum. Panting, she kissed her way up the stem of his cock to the head. She carefully licked a pearly drop of lubricant from the split, swallowed it, then, fisting the shaft firmly, she opened her mouth on the spongy knob and sucked it in all the way to her throat.
Janet found that watching the girl blow this splendid cock was getting to her. She rationalized, recalling that although Sally was only fourteen, she herself had lost her cherry at that age. She found that she was clutching her breasts, and that they felt unbearably hot. She tugged the neck of her nightie down under them, exposing her nipples, which were swollen out to cones, and then the complete white globes. She kneaded them, as though trying to draw the heat out.
Seeing Sally suck off the big knob, then lazily lick it, cocking her head and gazing at it from a different angle, Janet found that she herself was panting and wishing desperately that she could also suck that big, hard cock.
The girl's mouth yawned and she filled it with prick. Her head bobbed. Her hands, gripping the stem, raised it strongly each time she raised her head. Hands and mouth worked rhythmically together, pulling at the long cock until Billy could not restrain his hips, but began jerkily fucking his sister's mouth.
Each time he lifted his balls raised into view, falling into a heap on the return.
Then he said something in a choked voice, and Sally reluctantly released the big cock and fell back beside him.
Billy got up and turned into the spread of her legs.
His scrotum now hung against his cock, a moonlight-silvered wet curve lowering into the darkness between Sally's legs.
Her legs lifted and the hairy lips of her twat opened, showing her long, gleaming gash. Carefully he butted into it.
His cockhead wedged into her hole, nuzzling in, completely choking the opening. It pushed deeper. The girl's hairy lips closed on the stem. When he had completed the drive, his balls hung against Sally's asshole.
That was when Janet realized how beautiful this was, those lovely young bodies coupled, their fit precise. Yes, they were brother and sister, but where was the shame in their gentle, thoughtful, loving sharing of each other's body?
Janet fingered down to her cunt. It was sizzling. She massaged her clit, which was enormously swollen. God, she wanted to fling herself onto the bed with them and take her turn at being fucked by that thick young cock. But she could only masturbate.
Billy's ass lifted, raising his scrotum to reveal his glistening cock curving out of Sally's hair-fringed hole. Completely out, the knob hovered an inch from the girl's vaginal opening, a gulping red aperture fringed with dewy hair. Slowly the head returned, wedging in, then dipping and quickly completing the run, burying the entire stem in her body.
The girl moaned loudly. Her legs moved, lifting and crossing on his back. Her heels dug into his spine.
He began to hump, moving in and out in long, hard surges. Sally's ass rose to meet his thrusts. The spread of her legs kept her buttocks from concealing the little bud of her asshole, which glistened and pulsed in the moonlight.
His cock squished in, then retreated, making a loud sucking sound as it pulled from her clutching vagina.
He lifted out, paused. The girl's hole was convulsing as orgasm drove her cunt out of control.
He plunged back in to the hilt, his balls swatting loudly on her white ass.
"I'm coming!" she choked.
He started bucking. His whole body went stiff. His movements seemed mechanical now, as though driving his huge prick into her cunt took all the strength he could muster.
The squishing sounds were louder as his cock enlarged and stiffened. The bedsprings began to creak and groan.
He was hammering her now, as though trying to jar loose the jism bottled up in his balls.
Sally arched up, shrieking. She remained that way, a bridge for him to batter, his balls swinging wildly on every thrust into her juicing cunt. Her vaginal drool dripped down to the bed and his scrotum now seemed to splash when it struck her wet ass.
He howled then, and stopped, wedged into the bridge of her body.
Both were shaking, vibrating together.
"There!" he howled. "I'm shooting, shooting into your cunt!"
The bridge broke.
The two flopped down, moaning.
Janet, watching through the crack between door and jamb, felt her clit inflate, then drive explosions into her belly, like giant balloons bursting, then re-forming to burst once more.
Her hand was slippery with her cunt-juice.
She could bear no more. She turned away and stole silently downstairs, still clutching her steaming cunt.
In her room, she flung herself down on the bed and ground her throbbing cunt into the mattress.
If only Billy's thick cock were plunging into her cunt instead of Sally's!
Two fingers in her hole, she hunched downward, writhing, twisting her hips as she tried to find satisfaction on her twig-like fingers.
She gazed at the white, uncreased pillow beside her and wished Ed were with her.
As she masturbated to orgasm, all she could think of was Billy's splendid, long, thick cock.
She wanted it so badly that she could taste it!
* * *
Billy awoke hearing Janet call upstairs, "Breakfast!"
"Okay," he replied, turning to climb out of bed. He was not alone. Sally was curled up in his arms.
Her hand was cupped on his genitals.
He stared at her face, lovely in sleep, dark lashes fanned out on her cheeks, her lips curved in a smile.
He looked down at her naked titties. She was lying on her side. One lush orb was plumped down on the other. Her legs were apart. Her pussy hair looked matted, stuck together by both their juices.
He did not know if he could face her in the daylight.
Then her eyes opened. She yawned, glanced at him, then turned in and nuzzled his throat.
He whispered, "Sally, my God, we fell asleep, we've been here together all night!" She kissed his throat. He said, "Janet called for breakfast."
"I heard her."
"You didn't let on."
"Why should I? I was feeling your cock and balls. I didn't want to be disturbed." She nibbled his throat. "Billy, I loved holding your cock and balls, even when your cock was soft."
"Come on, we've got to get up."
"Kiss me first."
He kissed her. Her lips rolled creamily and her tongue roved into his mouth.
He had to break away. He sat up, grabbing his shorts. He climbed over her and out of bed. She clung to his hand. She felt over her breasts with her free hand, smiling as she did so. Then she clutched her pussy.
She said, "I have to pee. Come to the bathroom with me?"
They slipped out to the hall and ducked into the bathroom. There Sally squatted on the John, still holding his hand. She yawned against her fist. He watched her legs spread wide as she leaned a little forward. Piss began to sprinkle into the bowl.
He was scared that Janet would come upstairs. Still, he liked standing there watching his sleepy sister pee. Impulsively he bent down and kissed her cheek.
Her hand moved to his crotch. She cupped his cock and balls, caressing and squeezing them while her piss hosed into the bowl.
She whispered, "You hurry downstairs. I'll have to bathe. I stink of cunt-juice all over."
"No, I'll wait for you. I don't want to face Janet alone."
When her pee had dwindled to occasional spatters, he tore some sheets of toilet paper from the roll and handed them to her.
"You do it," she whispered.
Smiling, he bent and swabbed her slit. Then he turned to the wash basin, lathered up the cloth, and was about to scrub off the stickiness of cunt-juice and jism when Sally appeared beside him, reaching for the washcloth.
"I want to do it for you." She took the cloth. Billy stood on tiptoes over the wash basin so his cock and balls hung in it. His sister gently swabbed the cloth about his organs. She lifted his cock to wash his balls, then wrapped the cloth and both I hands around his prick, kneading it, her fingers slippery with lather.
He glanced down at her pretty tits, at the slender hands fondling his genitals. She looked up at him. Her lips puckered. He bent and kissed them. She sucked his tongue, then turned away, blushing.
She said, "You'll get me excited all over again, Billy."
His cock was showing signs of life, growing out of her hands.
He said, "You'd better quit playing with it."
"I'm not. I'm just giving your prick a good scrub." She giggled. "What are you going to do this morning?" I "Play baseball down at the park."
"April and I have to do some shopping downtown. Janet will drive us. We should be back by noon."
"Could you get rid of April? You and me could have lunch together. And-"
She rubbed her naked hip against him. "And fuck?"
"Sure."
"I'll try to shake her. She's sticky sometimes, though."
She rinsed off his organs, then dried him carefully. He went to his room and put on shorts, sneakers, his baseball cap, and got his baseball glove.
He waited until Sally had taken a quick shower and put on a dress. They went downstairs.
Billy steeled himself to meet Janet's gaze. He knew that it showed all over him, that anybody could see at a glance that he had been fucking his sister.
But Janet, in a cheerful mood this morning, tossed them a greeting and hustled about, snatching toast from the toaster, sliding bacon and eggs onto their plates.
She asked, "Sally, will April be ready for us to pick her up?"
"I'll go phone her."
She darted out to the hall phone. Billy, keeping his glance averted from Janet, dropped down at the table and stuffed his mouth full of toast.
She brought his eggs. As she leaned over the table he peered into the low-cut neck of her dress and saw her big tits resting in lacy nylon hammocks.
His face burned. As Janet turned away her haunches rolled. She was high-assed and long-legged, and her buttocks swayed freely, like they were naked under her skirt.
He tore his gaze from her.
He almost had the feeling that she was wagging her ass for his benefit
* * *
Billy was the first to leave. Sally ran out on the front terrace and waved to him.
He was on the sidewalk. He paused, smiling at her. She wore a short pink dress. Her bare brown arms and legs were prettily rounded and her hair gleamed in the sunshine.
He felt the urge to go back and kiss her.
But he waved and then trotted off, thinking of returning at noon for lunch with his sister, the two of them alone in the house . . .
Events at the park forced her from his mind.
The town of Clifton provided well for its youth. At the park were swimming pools and tennis courts, two baseball diamonds with good backstops, and chalky white base lines.
When Billy arrived some guys were tossing a ball around the bases. Soon a bat arrived and then a catcher's mitt. A game started.
Then the miracle occurred.
The guys had always considered Billy one of the better pitchers, but this was something else.
His first pitch whizzed toward the plate, then abruptly curved out of reach of the flailing batter.
He next threw a sinker. The bat swung a foot above it.
He burned in a fast ball. Dead center. The guy at the plate chopped air.
He struck out a second batter and drew a feeble pop fly from the third. Side retired.
Sitting on his heels against the backstop, eating a banana, he puzzled it out. He was pitching like never in his life.
Next inning he put them down one, two, three, and the guys began asking where he had bought the iron arm. Billy knew, knew it was his sister's doing. All his uncertainties were gone. He loved Sally and she loved him. Whatever happened today, tonight she would slip into his bed. They would neck and feel each other up, then fuck several times before morning. Three last night. When he slid his cock into his sister's sucking hole he felt strong enough to break a bat over his knee. And that feeling was still with him today.
He pitched so well that after four innings the guys said he was ruining the game. They made him play first base. He caught one hard drive with the fingertips of his bare hand. At bat he knocked a homer clear to the swimming pool.
At noon he swaggered homeward, grinning, eager to tell Sally about it. He thought maybe they could take a shower together. That would be really great. Then to bed, because his cock twitched every time he thought of her waving good-bye from the terrace, she wearing that crisp little pink dress, her bare arms and legs brown and rounded and dimpled.
He flung open the kitchen screen door and stepped inside, calling out to her.
He stopped dead. A strange girl was fitting the stainless-steel milk shaker into the mixer on the sink drain board.
She had dark hair cut in bangs and green eyes and big tits stretching a white halter. She wore shorts so tight that her pussy triangle bulged out into view and he could see the line of her split.
"I'm April," she said. "And you're Billy."
He gaped at her tits. They stuck out a foot and the nipples showed through the halter like thumbs. She was taller than Sally and had slimmer legs.
Her gaze slid boldly up and down him.
He asked, "Where's Sally?"
"She went to take a piss."
This shook him, a girl saying that on first meeting. Frowning, he flopped down at the kitchen table. April's gaze followed him.
She said, "You're cute, like Sally told me."
Feeling grumpy, he muttered, "Sally lies."
"I didn't know you were so husky. You look awful strong."
He was dodging her brassy-bold stare now, glancing at the doorway, hoping for Sally. He heard the downstairs toilet flush.
April said, "You're like my brother, not very tall but husky, and I bet your thing is like a flashlight."
Despite her being a good-looking girl, April did not strike him well. She was like Sally had said, pretty enough, and she sure was big-titted, but when his sister appeared in the doorway his heart turned over and he couldn't even see April, couldn't see her at all, just Sally in her pretty pink dress with her chestnut hair gleaming and her brown arms and legs, and the dimples in her cheeks, and the way her blue eyes softened when her gaze met his.
April said, "Sally, your brother is even cuter than you told me."
Her bullshit made him edgy. He rose from the table, saying, "I have to go shower off the sweat from playing ball."
April asked, "Can I watch?"
Both girls giggled. But Sally's giggle was subdued, and her cheeks were red and she looked sort of shyly at him, very warm and shy like she wanted a kiss but couldn't ask for it with April present.
He went upstairs, thinking that he did not like April. This time yesterday she would have made his cock stand up, but now she just seemed loud and coarse compared to Sally.
Undressing in the bathroom he had an idea.
He called downstairs. "Sis, where are my towels?"
He grinned when he heard Sally's footsteps hurrying upstairs. He kicked off his shorts. He was naked when she came into the bathroom, eyes glowing, and slipped into his arms.
He hugged her and rubbed his nose in her silky hair.
She reached a hand between them and fondled his cock and balls.
He whispered, "Is April leaving after lunch?"
"Billy, I don't know. She's stubborn. And she likes your looks."
He cupped his hands under his sister's plump little buttocks and squeezed them. He whispered, "Give me a kiss."
She turned her mouth up to his, wet and soft and open. Gently he lipped and tongued it, tasting the sweet wetness, sucking her tongue into his lips.
She pulled off to one side, whispering, "I have to go."
But she lingered, squeezing his genitals.
He said, "Please get rid of her?"
"She and I usually go to the pool in the afternoon.
I mean, she's been a good friend, Billy."
She turned and darted out, her fingertips trailing off his hardening cock.
He took his shower feeling resentful. Why couldn't Sally just tell April to go away?
He wasn't very polite at lunch. He sulked, and groaned at the dirty jokes April told, old ones like the farmer's daughter and the salesman, that sort of thing.
Finished eating, he went up to his room to the portable TV set and switched on the baseball game.
He wondered how April's tits would look naked. Not as good as Sally's, he bet.
When the girls had finished the lunch dishes they came upstairs. He heard them giggling in Sally's room. Then April's voice was in the doorway.
"I just love baseball," she said, gazing hot-eyed at Billy and elaborately licking her lips. She sauntered over to the window, hands on hips, rolling her ass.
Sally came in and dropped down on the bed beside Billy.
April said, "It sure is hot this afternoon. I'm all sweaty. I don't see why we have to wear clothes in this weather."
For the first time Billy became aware of the heat. He wore only a pair of shorts but sweat was trickling down his back.
"Let's get naked and play games," April said.
CHAPTER FIVE
Billy studied April. Her back was to him as she gazed out the window. Her ass was big as hell, plump buttocks stretching her white shorts, the material drawing deep into her cleft.
Her hands rose from her hips, up to her halter. Her fingers dug under the hem and stretched it out as though to let in cooling air. But then Billy realized that she was raising it. In front she stretched it out from her tits and then peeled the thing up to her shoulders.
Even from behind he could see her titties, quarter moons of white flesh on each side of her brown torso.
He glanced at Sally. Her gaze was unhappy, he thought. She kept looking at him, then at April, who was now peeling the halter off over her head, tossing it away, then smoothing her glossy dark hair.
April turned to face them. Billy gasped.
Her tits swelled out like longish grapefruit, spaced well apart and pointing straight at him. She cupped her hands under them and thumbed big, protruding red nipples. She was smiling kind of crooked and her green eyes had narrowed and darkened as she gazed at them and rubbed until her nipples spiked out.
"I feel sexy," she said in a husky voice.
She dropped a hand to her shorts crotch and rubbed the palm on her protruding mound.
Billy sat frozen. He was aware that his cock had leaped to full, rampant stiffness, that he was staring at April's big tits and watching her bow her legs and stroke her crotch, and that Sally was trying not to look at either her brother or her girl friend.
April said, "Come on, Sal. Let's show Billy things he's never seen."
Sally sat clutching her knees. Her fingernails dug white holes in the flesh.
April stepped to the TV and pressed the button shutting it off. She turned to the transistor radio on the table. She fiddled with the dial until she found some rock music. She raised her arms, snapping her fingers, and rotated her hips to the beat of the music.
Her tits wobbled, lurched, and swung about. But when she paused they returned to position, swelling out toward Billy.
She laughed. "Sal, you must be hot in that dress and undies, all that unnecessary shit."
To Billy's amazement, Sally nodded. She reached behind her back and zipped her dress open.
Billy's gaze shot from one girl to the other. He could see that Sally did not want this. Yet she was going along. How did she fit in with April's style, anyhow? Sally had always been a quiet girl. Nothing brassy like April.
Sally scooped off her dress and sat there in bra and panties.
April still clicked her fingers to the music, rocking her hips, gazing down at her jiggling, swinging tits.
She asked, "Sal, what's the matter with you? Come on, dance!"
Sally rose and feebly imitated the other girl. Her fingers would not snap. Her legs seemed to be trembling.
April said, "I bet Billy wants to know what girls do when there's no guys around. Huh, Sal? I bet he'll flip."
Billy saw tears in his sister's eyes.
He said, "Look, April, if Sally doesn't want to, she doesn't. See?"
April paused, studying both of them.
Suddenly she laughed. "Why, I get it now. The way you two look at each other! You've started fucking together!"
Billy's face burned.
He shouted, "April, that's enough dirty talk!" She stood there playing with her titties, pulling the nipples, grinning at him.
She laughed, "I bet you think fucking is something you and Sally invented. Shit, everybody does it. Don't act like Sally's got the only twat that can turn you on, Billy. I can see your prick. The head is about to poke out your shorts leg. Come on, let's all have a ball!" Louder now, she said, "Sal, dance with me!"
She flicked the radio dial and found slow music.
Sally moved toward her.
Billy said, "Sis, you don't have to if you don't want."
But Sally danced toward April, into the bracket of her arms. They stood swaying to the music. April's hands appeared on Sally's back.
He saw that she was unhooking his sister's bra.
Shortly Sally's titties were bare. Her nipples touched April's as the two girls swayed to the music.
Despite himself, Billy found it exciting. His cock was throbbing in long, hot surges.
Sally wore a funny smile, as though she were enjoying this but didn't want to admit it.
"Umm," April said. "Sally has the hardest nipples. They dig right into my titties. Billy, why don't you come dance with us? All three in a bunch?"
"No!" he choked.
The girls were closer now, their breasts flattening together.
April shut her eyes and murmured huskily, "Oh, that feels so good. I mean, like your tits are melting right into mine and wobbling around!"
She was switching her torso, rolling her breasts over Sally's. They were sweaty now and the soft flesh lost traction. One of April's melons slid off to the side. The other squashed in between Sally's.
April positioned their boobies again, nipple to nipple. Then she hugged Sally closer.
"Sal, give me a special kiss. You know, the one I taught you."
Billy saw the girls stick their tongues out at each other. The tongue tips danced about, daintily butting and lashing each other.
Sally and April were touching only at tongues and tits. Sally's white-pantied belly was a few inches from April's shorts.
Was this how they had spent their time when he was away at camp?
He suddenly realized that his sister had a life apart from him, that she functioned as a sexual individual outside of his bed. It hurt. Yes, it hurt. But this had been going on, it was what had made her seduce him last night. He hated April, and yet April had started things, had made it possible for him to fuck his sister last night.
April's hands were on Sally's behind, fingers slipping under the hem of her panties, rolling them down gradually without ceasing her kneading and caressing of the plump, high mounds.
Their mouths were yawning, each licking the other's lips.
Sally began unzipping April's shorts.
Still they swayed, the wide-open kiss a slight contact, their weight on the tits rolling between them.
Billy wanted to jerk off. That was the impulse he had. He felt closed out by the two girls, reduced to a spectator itching to pull his prong.
Sally opened April's shorts. Together the girls pushed down shorts and panties, exposing their asses. At last the garments flopped and fluttered to their knees.
Their smooth bellies pressed together.
Sally dug her fingers into April's ass and pulled her in, snuggling their bellies and thighs together.
April sighed, "Ahhh, that's good! Billy, don't you want to join the fun?"
Despite himself, he climbed off the bed. His prick was so hard, stretching his shorts drumhead tight, that he could barely walk. He unzipped. He had to pry his cock out before he could lower his pants.
April gasped on seeing it. "Sal, look at your brother's tool!"
They both gazed at it. Sally's eyes looked murky and her smile was twisted. She did not pause in squirming her naked body against the other girl's.
He stood there feeling his cock throb. It stuck out a foot, so bloated that it curved upward, defiantly bearing the fat head that capped it. His split was open and raw-looking. A drop of clear juice hung in the notch.
"Come on," April coaxed.
He hesitated.
She said, "I wouldn't want to force you, Billy. I mean, I could make trouble. I could tell Janet that you fuck Sally, and spoil your fun. Like, they could move one of you downstairs. Or send somebody away to school."
Her threats made his teeth grind.
Had she also threatened Sally to make her play girl-sex games?
But he moved to them. Not because of April's threat. No. To touch his sister, caress her, even if he had to do the same to April. He reached them and their bellies parted to let his prick in. It projected high above their pubic hair. Their legs were that much shorter.
He slid an arm around Sally and hugged her.
She gave a sigh of relief and thrust her cheek against his shoulder.
April laughed. "That proves it. You two do fuck."
He caressed Sally's plump little bottom. Her hip pressed his thigh.
Observing this, April said, "My ass too, Billy. We'll share alike. Let's have a six-hand feel."
He cupped his free hand on one of April's big, slick buttocks.
Each of the girls wrapped fingers about his prick. At the same moment they began stroking each other's cunts.
They were swaying to the music, the three of them. Fingers slithered about Billy's prick. He spread the girls' asscheeks and caressed their hairy clefts. Then he pushed a fingertip into each asshole.
They groaned. Their fingers raced up and down his prick.
The song oozing out of the radio was an old, molasses-slow thing. He turned his head and kissed Sally, sucking her eagerly thrusting tongue. Then, because April demanded the same, he kissed her. Her mouth yawned and her tongue and lips seemed everywhere at once, sucking loudly. Then April kissed Sally and he watched their tongues duel while he screwed his index fingers up their asses and hunched into the hot web of their fingers. He felt one of them scoop up his balls and fondle them.
It was wild.
April said, "See, Billy, you can get your kicks from other people. Sally isn't the only cunt in town."
He could have hit her. He hated April, but he was on fire, rising on tiptoes each time they pulled his cock.
April whispered, "Sally, you are really lucky having Billy's prick in your cunt every night! You two had better do what I want or I'll bust your fun. If I told Janet-"
"You won't!" Sally cried, pleading.
Billy thought he could strangle April, twist her beautiful neck, break her head off!
She whispered to Sally, "Let's put Billy down on the bed."
He didn't know how they got there, the three of them clutching one another, staggering together. He fell on his back and almost instantly April was kneeling on the bed beside him, crouched over his cock, holding it in both hands.
Her tongue protruded as she lowered to the inflamed head of his prick. She licked it.
He groaned loudly.
She licked it again, swabbing with the full breadth of her red tongue. Her fingers twined about his turgid shank, then tossed his balls. Her fingertips roved over his belly, making it quake. They ran down his thighs like tiny mice, then returned to swarm up the tower of his cock.
Sally dropped down on the other side of him and snuggled up close, her head on his shoulder. He felt her bare tits against his rib cage and her soft pussy fur warming his hip.
He turned his head to kiss her.
As he mouthed his sister's lips he felt divided in two, kissing Sally as though they were alone in bed together, while a mile away, far down his body, his cock throbbed as April's fingers spiraled about it and her tongue swabbed the sensitive underside of his cockhead.
More fingers joined April's. Sally too was working on his cock, even as the distant girl, way down his body where his prick towered, opened her wet mouth and closed her lips on the end of his throbbing meat.
He grunted and arched up, trying to stab it into her mouth.
April gave with the thrust, letting only the tip invade her lips.
She whispered, mouthing the inflamed head, "Sally, it's a delicious cock. Have you sucked it yet?"
Sally did not answer. Billy felt her smile against his cheek, and knew that she was also detached from April, alone with him, kissing him and smiling and happy. He looked down his body and saw that April was holding his cock in one hand while she lipped the end. Her other hand moved to Sally's pussy. When she touched it Sally spread her legs to let April finger into her cunt.
April raised off. As she studied his cock, her jaws opened wide.
She plunged down, filling her mouth with hard meat.
Billy writhed and jerked, trying vainly to fuck her mouth.
Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue swabbing his glans each time she lowered, her lips drawing in slickly. It pulsed like crazy and yet there was no feeling of heat. Her mouth cooled it.
Much different from fucking. Terrific.
Even if it was April doing it.
April was taking it deep now, going all the way down. His cockhead seemed to slide right into her throat. Her cheeks sucked in as she drew upward, slurping, ending with a smack.
She coiled her tongue about the head. Her mouth yawned, about to swallow it again. She paused.
She said, "Sally, this cock is big enough for two. Come help me suck it."
Sally raised up, curled down his body and knelt facing April, bending to the throbbing cock.
Billy gritted his teeth, enraged at the hold April had on his sister. April spoke, Sally obeyed. But what could he do about it? She had threatened to tell Janet. Well, he'd tell Janet himself. Maybe Janet would understand.
But right now he was helpless. The two girls were licking his cock. What guy could object? A pink tongue was washing each side of his twitching shank. They worked up to the head and their lips met there, forming a kiss that enclosed his knob and their lashing tongue tips. They were kissing each other while lipping and tonguing his cockhead. It was an agonizing tease, too light, too slippery, nothing firm. He hunched upward. They gave with the thrust. He heard their panting but could not tell which turned them on the most, their kissing each other or the taste of his prick.
At last April said, "You suck it, Sal. I'll go down on his balls."
Sally's mouth ovaled and she impaled it on the burning meat.
Billy groaned, heaved upward. April nibbled his nuts. She took one right into her mouth.
"AGGH!" he cried. It was torture, a tease that made him writhe and jerk and hate himself, because this was not the sweet, loving fucking that he and Sally shared. It was rotten because April was making them do it.
Abruptly April tongued his scrotum out of her mouth and said, "I want to fuck."
She shoved Sally back on the bed.
After eyeing the two of them, she said, "I'll suck Sally's titties. So you'll have to stick it into me from behind, Billy."
Quickly he crawled off the bed. He grabbed April's hips and raised them, making her kneel.
Her ass was so slippery with cunt-juice that he had difficulty holding her in place. At last he got her into a dog position, her knees well apart, and knelt on the bed behind her. He spread her cheeks, revealing her hair-circled asshole and the wet fur of her cuntlips. They were open, the crimson inner lips spreading widely, exposing the glistening darkness of her hole.
As he eased his prickhead into it he recalled how cautiously he had squeezed into Sally's cunt last night. But April was more generously made. His knob slid in and soon found sufficient room. His shank curved right up into her belly.
He rammed into the steamy cavern until his pubic ruff covered her asshole.
April moaned loudly. "That cock, Billy! I'm full of COCK! Oh, God, I'm coming, Sally, I'm coming on your brother's PRICK!"
He held fast as her seething vagina convulsed on his rod. The tube undulated, it sucked, it pulled in every direction. April, now holding Sally's titties and mouthing them, began to shriek.
"I'm so HOT! Billy, fuck me! Fuck my cunt like crazy! Oh, fuck it, Billy, fuck it, I'm COMING, COMING!"
He began to pump her, driving it in viciously hard, smacking loudly against her wet ass. He found that he was laughing. He was in full control, the only cock in the house, and all the pussy here was his. Yes, he understood. If you let yourself go it was all a ball.
April was collapsing. He had to support her hips. She sobbed, moaned, panted. At last she recovered and backed hard against him, taking his stony prick right up her cunt.
She said, gasping, "Sally, I'll eat you. Do you want that, baby?"
Sally, nodding eagerly, scrunched back on the bed, her legs apart.
Looking over the crouched April, Billy saw his sister draw her knees back and spread her thighs wide. Her hairy twat was ovaled, the glistening pink inner lips standing out like rose petals. Then April's head cut off his view as it dipped down and she nuzzled into Sally's crotch.
His sister moaned loudly and arched up, hips jerking. Her feet lowered to April's back.
Billy crouched lower. He reached under April and grabbed her big tits. He kneaded the heavy orbs, pulled them toward him as he backed, squeezed them as he slammed his cock into her gushing cunt. He felt juice run down his balls. April's thighs were slick to the knees.
Sally writhed and jerked.
She whimpered, "April, your tongue is in my cunt! I'm coming! My belly is busting open!"
That started Billy. Sally's coming on April's tongue made his prick swell to double size. It was a violently ramming club, heedless of what tissues it bruised or tore.
Crouched over April, whacking it into her, clutching her hot, meaty tits, he saw Sally's heels gouge the girl's back, and her pink little toes stiffening as she wound up and hunched out her orgasm on April's lapping tongue. He wanted to kiss his sister's toes. He tried to crawl over April to them, but just then Sally's legs lifted and flagged the air beyond his reach.
Sally was clutching the bedpost with one hand, her arm stretched to reach it, straining and quivering. Her other hand forced April's head into her crotch. Sally was moaning, her mouth opened, her tits shuddering each time she drew in a labored breath. Her hips wrenched violently and her raised legs shook as though the bones were gone out of them.
He sludged into April's yawning cunt. His balls flew up underneath and swatted her belly.
April raised her head, crying, "Oh, what a come! I'm coming again! Don't stop fucking me, Billy, don't stop fucking me!"
Billy laughed. He was king of the world.
April had been right in saying that Sally was not the only fuck in town. Oh, he loved Sally, but other cunts made his prick hard too. Janet, for instance.
Could he fuck his stepmother?
He remembered her wagging ass at breakfast that morning, and his feeling that she had wagged it for him.
But right now he was driving his tool into April.
Mi
The rampant meat felt like iron.
Why let April call the shots?
Abruptly he pulled his dripping prick out of her and shoved April aside, rolling her away from Sally, over to the wall.
She screamed a protest.
He said, "Shut up, April! I'm going to fuck my sister."
He saw Sally's eyes widen joyously. Her smile quavered. She drew her legs back, wide apart, showing him the pink soles of her feet. He gazed at her thighs, where the sun-browned skin became j white, a milky little -triangle in front, broader on j her ass. This white skin shaded by her bikini framed her wet cunt hair. Her mossy labia were ovaled and her bloated inner lips trembled. Her clit was red as fire from April's sucking. Her hole t invited, a pink funnel inwardly narrowing and darkening.
His cock throbbed as he crawled into the spread of his sister's legs.
April cried, "Billy, I want more! I was coming again when you yanked it out of me!"
"Wait your turn," he snarled at her. Tenderly he mounted his sister. He needed no hands to guide his cock. It knew the way. He lowered to her, and just as his chest touched the stiff little pegs of her nipples, his cockhead landed in the juicy portals of her hole. He sank down, flattening her breasts as his cock curved up into her steaming cunt.
He rested on elbows and knees. Sally's arms curled about his neck and her mouth opened for his kiss.
He mouthed her lips, then tongued in, just as his cockhead pushed into the depths of her belly.
Her legs folded down slowly, gently, on his back, her ankles crossing and her heels resting on his spine.
His pubes were buried in Sally's jellied, wide-open gash.
For a moment only his tongue moved in his sister's mouth.
Pictures flitted through his mind. A pitch he had delivered, a sinker that the batter had missed by a foot. Beautiful. And Janet's body last night when she undressed before her bedroom window, her big, naked tits, her wide spread of blonde cunt hair. Yes, he could fuck Janet, and he would tell Sally about it, and she would agree that Janet needed it because Daddy was away. Everything was possible now, everything.
His hips began moving slowly, voluptuously drawing his throbbing cock out of his sister's honey-dripping cunt, sliding back in, hearing her groan, feeling her legs tighten on him.
April whined, "You left me all alone!"
He growled, "Shut up, I'm going to shoot it into my sister and that's all there is to it."
"Now?" Sally whispered. "Are you going to come now, Billy?"
"Do you want it now?"
She nodded. "Do it hard, I mean just fuck me like crazy and shoot your load whenever it comes. I'll be there. I mean, I'm coming again already. Billy, would you hold my behind? Hands under me? And press my asshole when you come?"
He slid his hands down her body. She arched up. He clutched her asscheeks. They were almost as slippery as April's had been. He began driving, rushing it in all the way, jarring her when he arrived.
He reared up, bucking. The jism was bursting his balls. He let out a yell. His balls whacked Sally's ass. She was twanging like a guitar string. He fingered between her buttocks and stuck an inch of finger up her asshole. He rammed in, hips flailing, his iron cock thrusting deep into her.
His balls had surged up tight against his cock. He had to get it off, let go, shoot out that compressed load, that solid ball of flame that hurt so much. It felt as big as a golf ball forcing through his cock.
Then he felt April behind him.
She had his balls. She was smacking them. She had both nuts in her mouth.
He blew. He yelled and the whole thing went, a cannon blasting into Sally's convulsing cunt.
Sally sucked his ear and her hands feebly pawed his shoulders.
He raised higher, fucking crazily now, his hips jerking so hard he thought he could hear bones grinding together.
April was sucking his balls and her finger had pierced his asshole. It spiraled on up his rectum.
The great blob escaped his prick.
"I'm coming!" Sally wailed. "COMING TOO HARD!"
His load spurted, gobs spewing from his cock into his sister's hole. He kept on fucking her.
His balls were empty at last but he was still on fire, and April still sucked and Sally was surging through a new orgasm, one that made her raise up and bang violently against him.
He moaned loudly as more jism spurted out of him.
Then, slowly, like a balloon losing air through a pinhole, he sagged.
Slowly he fell onto his sister's body. He kissed her sweaty throat.
It was over. He was empty.
But he was king of the house still, the master. He was king cock, and although he did it slowly, weakly, he still pumped his cock into his sister's cunt.
CHAPTER SIX
Janet stopped at a cocktail lounge on her way home from work.
She had never done this in her life. She was not much of a boozer and didn't pick up men in bars.
In truth, she was here to avoid going home and facing the kids.
She ordered a dry martini. While waiting for it she glanced at herself in the bar mirror. She saw a very pretty blonde woman perched on a barstool, her hair nicely arranged in soft ringlets, mild gray eyes-rather shy-looking-contrasting with her full lips. Her mouth was sensuous. It saved her face from mere prettiness but the lower lip especially, wide and thick, proclaimed her earthy nature.
So did her full breasts. Her figure was elegantly slim, sleek of hip and long of leg, her ankles and wrists delicate, her hands slender. Her out-thrusting tits, capped with nipples that showed through even bra and dress, were more lush than her lean body called for. But Janet knew that her voluptuous breasts truly signaled her greed for sex.
She thought about Ed, and wished that he would come home from his business trip.
Thinking about her stepchildren fucking in the wee hours of the morning had made her cunt drool all day long!
Her panties were soggy right now.
The bartender at last brought her martini. She seized the glass and took a big gulp.
The chill, fiery liquid spilled down her throat. She welcomed its power to anesthetize. She wanted to get drunk, be unconscious, cut off from the world. She wanted to stagger home and flop into bed, too drunk to see.
She gulped down the drink and signaled to the bartender for another.
She shut her eyes, but she still saw Billy's big prick drawing out of his sister's hole, dripping juice, then returning with balls flying to plunge in. She heard the sound of squishing cunt, the slap of balls on an upturned ass.
The beauty of it, the perfect fit of Billy's prick in that hot young hole, Sally's mossy cuntlips squeezed out to the form of his thrusting meat.
She heard a voice.
A man was standing next to her. Tall, dark. Smiling insinuatingly. A pickup.
"I'm new in town," he said.
He offered cigarettes. She could scarcely see the pack. She had scrunched her eyes shut, trying to hide from the vision of her two beloved children fucking, and now the cigarettes and the man and the bar all looked foggy.
She plucked a cigarette out of the pack with trembling fingers.
The man was thirty-ish, black-haired, quite good-looking. Rawboned. Well-cut clothes.
But to Janet he looked like a department-store-window mannequin that had been wired for sound.
He was a man. But dead. He might as well be wood and plaster and wire, gazing fixedly out of a store window, exhibiting a herringbone jacket and gray double-knit pants.
Within those pants there must lurk a cock, a limp slab of meat, a wrinkled, dangling appendage.
She tried to visualize it.
"I'm Janet," she said.
"Harry."
He snapped his fingers at the bartender. Their drinks soon arrived. He sat on a barstool next to her, this attractive man of wood and plaster and wire.
He said, "Business trip, you see."
"I know. My husband is away on a trip. And it's the cocktail hour. Let's wonder what he's doing right now."
"If he has any sense, he's thinking about you, Janet."
She raised an eyebrow, pleased with the bit of flattery. It almost made this man Harry come alive.
She said, "Thank you. But he's probably chasing some young girl."
"If she's younger than you, she's jail bait."
"I'm thirty-five," she lied, and recognized the lie as her reaction to boredom.
She gulped down half of her second martini.
He said, "You sure don't look that old."
Harry looked rather like Ed, tall and dark and lean, but even a cabon copy of her husband would not serve. He would not be part of her family. And only her family mattered.
She opened her purse and took out a five-dollar bill. She laid it on the counter and turned away, sliding off the barstool.
Harry caught her arm, saying, "Wait. You haven't given me a chance. I may not be the handsomest guy in the world but I know how to show a girl a good time."
His hand felt warm and strong. She bit her lip, undecided now.
He said,' "At least finish your drink. And put away your money. I'm buying." She let him direct her back to her perch. A big hand closed firmly on her bare thigh. She picked up her drink, gazing at their reflection in the mirror, the tall, dark Harry reducing her to a smallish, soft-looking blonde thing with big tits. Like Ed, this man was traveling on business, which was fitting. Yes, she had to take vengeance on Ed for leaving her with problems she could not handle.
Harry whispered in her ear. "I have a room at the motel next door. We could have a quiet drink together. And . . . talk."
His hand inched up her thigh, under her skirt. She sighed deeply and let him spread her legs.
Her gaze flicked about. The cocktail lounge was almost empty, the bartender distant. There was nobody to notice the hand up her skirt.
Spreading her thighs, she whispered, "Pet my pussy."
He grinned. "Say, you're my kind of girl, Janet!"
He fingered her panty crotch. "Wet," he murmured. "Janet, let's go to my room."
"All right. Bring a fresh drink for me, will you?"
He ordered a shaker of martinis from the bartender.
They left the air-conditioned bar and in the hot August sun Janet was returned to reality. She pictured the kids at the pool-Sally had phoned asking her to pick them up there-but the heat also made her aware that her cuntlips were sludging together on every step.
Harry ushered her inside his motel unit. There she tossed her purse on the bed and turned automatically to the dresser mirror to fluff her hair. Harry poured the drinks. He put hers on the dresser and stepped behind her. She felt the hardness of his cock dig into her ass.
She sipped her drink, watching his hands rise to her tits and caress them.
He said, "For a slim girl, you really have a pair, Janet. If they're real, not built up with pads."
"Find out," she said, sipping her drink.
He unzipped the back of her dress. The front tumbled off the jutting cones of her tits, shaped by a white lace bra to hard protrusions. The darkness of the aureoles showed through. He caressed them.
She said, "The bra stretches."
He fingered into it, pulled down, popping her tits into view. Her pegged nipples stood out on inflated circles. He tweaked them. The pegs lengthened.
She asked, "Do you want to suck them?"
He laughed. "You sure don't waste any time."
"We came here to suck and fuck," she snapped, and when the words were out of her mouth she wondered at her own coarseness. She moved from him, kicking off her sandals, peeling her dress up her body, tearing off her bra. Harry had begun undressing, but she was far ahead of him, soon stripping her panties down her legs.
Puzzled, he said, "You're acting like a hooker, Janet."
"A whore?" She shrugged. "If you want to pay me twenty bucks, all right. But all I really want is your cock."
He was staring at her lush spread of cunt hair and she could see the long sausage form of his cock lifting his pant leg. His shirt was off. He had a hairy chest and that was" good, reminding her of Ed, not Billy. He unzipped his fly and sat on the bed to remove his pants. Janet stood over him fingering her cunt.
Abruptly she bent down. Her tits hung out, swaying as she switched her torso. She swung them across his face like bells, slapping his cheeks, tugging the stiff nipples past his lips.
His tongue snaked out. She paused, letting him lick the saucer-sized aureoles.
She grasped her right tit and shoved it into his mouth.
He sucked it, drawing her nipple to his throat. Janet groaned. The crown of her tit was pulsing hotly, and from the burning point of her nipple a warmth began to ooze back, filling the whole bulbous breast, then pounding through her bloodstream until even her fingers and toes throbbed, and her cunt wrenched.
She pulled the hot tit from his mouth and shoved in the other. As he sucked she raised on tiptoes, shuddering. Within her a wild fluttering had begun. She shook all over with the thumping waves of sexual heat.
Still on tiptoes, every muscle as taut as a piano string, she tugged her tit from his mouth and wound her fingers into his hair. She forced his head down her belly.
"Eat me!" she choked. "Go down into my bush, Harry! Lick my gash! Oh, please lick it, suck my cunt, Harry!"
He bent, and when Janet felt his tongue snake down the length of her slit she let out a shriek, then sagged, trembling, her legs bowing. To better open herself she raised a foot to the bed.
She felt Harry's mouth yawn, enclosing her plump, hairy outer lips and sucking them in while his tongue wagged in her hole.
Scalding fluids spilled from her vagina. Harry drank them. Never had she felt such lapping. He grunted and panted, tugged at her cunt, twisted his head and then shoved his tongue up her vagina.
"Eat me!" she choked. "Oh, eat me, Harry!" He had sucked her whole cunt into his mouth and was tonguing her clit. Her writhing vagina juiced in little squirts. Her legs were soaked by it. Then the knot came, her whole belly gripping itself, knitting and weaving together all the flowing membranes.
It blew out. The whole thing went as she shrieked, jerking her hips, fucking Harry's face. Her crotch was a giant split, jelly boiling as it swabbed his nose and cheeks and chin. He had lost her clit. His tongue slid up her hole and triggered a collapse of the remaining knots. She melted all over the tongue in her cunt.
She was collapsing, still surging, still coming hard, and beginning to laugh hysterically as the terrible buildup of tension gushed out of her. Harry still sucked her twat, slowly bringing her down from the peak of orgasm.
Never had her cunt been this well sucked.
She tumbled down on the bed, rolled over on her back, legs wide apart.
She panted, "Shove your cock into me, Harry!"
He was kicking off his pants. He smeared the back of his hand across his cunt-juiced mouth. "Janet, I think you ought to suck my cock. After all, I just lapped you."
"Isn't it hard enough without?" She raised on an elbow, saw his dark prick standing out of his groin like a post, so rigid that it vibrated when he rose and faced her. She said, "Later when it's soft I'll suck it erect: But for God's sake stick it into my hole!"
Scowling, apparently still wanting a suck, he knelt between her legs, and in a moment Janet felt the big head shoved into her cunt. She groaned with pleasure as she flung her legs across his back, dug her heels into his spine, and heaved her hips upward, skewering her cunt on his first long plunge.
She began coming almost immediately.
Despite the orgasm from his lapping, she was already fluttering inside, her vaginal tissues washing silkily about the rigid cock impaling her. The burn of orgasm reddened her face, her throat, even her breasts. Her body began to whip against him.
"You are the hottest bitch I ever stuck it into, you know that?"
"Don't talk, fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck me as hard as you can!"
He gave her long drives, bringing his cockhead out of her gulping cuntlips, then plunging in to the hilt and squirming his pubic hair into her gaping split. She flung her arms about his shoulders and crushed him to her, taking all his weight, yet heaving him up off the bed on every whipping toss of her hips and ass. She tightened her vaginal sphincter, like a fist gripping the slippery prick that slid in and out of his grasp.
He panted, "Your cunt is sucking the Jism right out of my balls! You're making me come, damn you!"
She mouthed his ear, screwed her tongue tip into it. She was flying now, hammering her cunt at his loins, cunt-sucking that lovely, bone-hard cock. She wanted to be fucked through ten orgasms, but her need was such that she was milking him out rapidly, making his cock leap in her like a piston thrashing in the cylinder of a high-speed motor. Each splat of his balls on her ass drove come from his nuts up his tubes. , He yelled, "I'm coming in your big cunt!"
She could only moan.
* * *
When Janet came to she saw Harry standing at the dresser, sipping a drink.
She was lying on the bed, legs apart, her ass in a wet pool. Juice still dribbled from her cunt.
Harry said, "I never had a broad pass out on me before."
She eyed his shriveled, limp cock. She sat up licking her swollen lips. Then she raised from the bed and staggered toward the bathroom, thinking vaguely of taking a shower to wash off the juice and jism, and to refresh herself.
She got as far as the toilet before her trembling legs gave out.
The bathroom door was open. She could see Harry's reflection in the mirror.
She sagged, forearms on knees, gazing down at her swollen tits and between them at her matted cunt hair.
She had to piss. Harry's watching her made no difference.
She fingered into her slit. Her clit swelled up against her fingertip. It wanted more. God, she was drunk on sex. How long would it take to get Harry stiff again? Too long!
Then she heard a voice outside the unit, calling, "Harry, are you in there?"
Harry went to the door. "Jack?"
"Right. I thought we might have a drink together."
From her angled mirror view, Janet saw Harry open the door and admit a stocky, swarthy man of about his own age.
The newcomer, Jack, burst into laughter. "There's a broad's dress on the chair. And undies! Harry, you old whore master, you've got hold of some cunt already!"
At that moment Janet began to piss.
There was silence except for the squirting of urine in the toilet bowl.
The men were silent. Then Jack whispered, "Is she in the John? Shit, Harry, I don't want to screw the deal for you. I'll get my ass out of here." Janet cried out, "No!"
She could hardly believe she had spoken. Yet it had been her voice calling to Jack to stay.
There was silence again, except for her piss spattering into the toilet bowl, flooding in, as though her pee hole were as open as the rest of her split.
"What?" Jack asked as though not believing his ears.
She said, "Take off your pants. I'll be out when I'm through pissing."
Within her she heard savage laughter. This was Ed Barth's wife telling a strange man to take off his pants! She'd show Ed. This was what he deserved for leaving his wife alone!
In a dark corner of her mind lurked another possibility, that this was not vengeance on Ed, that she was punishing herself for being hot for Billy.
When she finished peeing, she rose. Without bothering to wipe herself, she swung out to the other room. The naked Harry, and Jack, fully clothed, stared at her lurching tits and wet cunt.
She sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Harry, I'll start sucking yours while Jack undresses."
Jack let out a low, surprised whistle. "She sure is something else, Harry!"
Janet beckoned to Harry. He stepped to her and she grabbed his limp cock and brought it to her mouth. She gobbled in the whole flabby, juicy mass of it.
She watched Jack drop his pants. His half-hard cock was not very long, but an immense purplish head bulged out of the foreskin.
Munching on Harry's meat, she raised his balls in her cupped hand, fingered the root of his cock, then reached toward Jack, beckoning him to her.
Pants at his ankles, Jack came and let her clutch his hardening prick.
A thrill went through her as she gripped the hardening cock. She had one in each fist now, and waves of heat seemed to flow through her from one cock to the other.
She drew Jack close and, slurping off Harry's prick, she turned quickly to the big-knobbed one. She nibbled the head, tongued back the foreskin, then engulfed it all, impaling her mouth on the bulging cock. As she did this, she squeezed Harry's prick in her fist. It had stiffened enough that she could, to a degree, jerk it off.
Jack's rod was much harder when she left it and again swallowed Harry's.
Jack chuckled. "Harry, it's a shame we don't know some other guys in this town. I think Janet could take on six or seven."
Janet, mouthing and licking Harry's prick, was not offended. Her sole concern was getting both cocks hard so they could take turns fucking her.
She switched from one to the other rapidly now, holding each man's scrotum in the palm of a hand, thumb and forefinger wrapped around the cock. Jack's was as stiff as a bone, while Harry's still hung limply. As she gulped, she realized how much she liked sucking cocks. It was proving to be an end in itself, not just a way to inspire an erection. And she figured how she was going to work it.
She brought the two cocks together, curling her tongue from one to the other as she spoke.
"Harry, you lie down and I'll keep on blowing your cock while Jack fucks me from behind."
Quickly Harry dropped down on the bed. Janet knelt between his legs, fisting his cock. Behind her, Jack spread the cheeks of her ass, positioned her, and slid his thick rod up her cunt.
His short cock proved exceedingly thick, resolving Janet's doubts that he could fill the pulsing cavern in her belly. She compressed her vagina on it and thrilled to find a hard cylinder j that easily resisted her pressure.
He shoved in, flattening her asscheeks, then paused to savor the steamy oven that held his cock.
He grunted, "Harry, where did you find this eager cunt, anyway?"
Harry was groaning with pleasure as Janet nibbled his cockhead. He did not bother to reply. Janet was glad Jack had called her a cunt. She wanted to be debased, reduced to a hole at each end into which they could poke their cocks.
She held Harry's balls cupped in one hand, squeezed his shank with the other, and wolfed at his knob.
Jack asked, "Harry, how much do you pay this whore?"
Janet raised from the cock she was sucking. She snapped, "This is free, a free sample. But if I come back tonight for another round, you'll pay a hundred bucks."
Then Jack groaned, "The bitch is milking me out."
She released Harry's balls and reached back under her body to her snatch, and caught Jack by the balls. She flattened them to her gash.
Jack yelled. She felt the first spurt drive into her cunt.
She was coming then, wrenching her ass, cunt-sucking the spewing prick, taking it all in and grabbing for more, her fingers kneading his nuts while her vagina squeezed his rigid, ramming prick.
The blast drove her out of her mind but she did not lose consciousness this time.
Jism poured from her hole, down to his balls and her hand clutching them.
Jack was done, falling back from her.
Harry's cock was still a going concern. She lipped off it and climbed onto him, squatting over his prick.
She sank down on it.
She began coming again as his long tool filled her cunt. She guessed her suction was very powerful, because almost immediately Harry was humping up at her.
Rocking on the rise of stiff meat, she shrieked. All the knots in her belly had become one, tearing at his prick.
His come rose in a fountain, filling her.
As she groaned, writhing down from the peak of her orgasm, she stared at the white stuff drooling from her cunt and smearing the groin of the man beneath her.
* * *
In the bathroom Janet merely swabbed the juices from her cunt with a washcloth, then dressed and hurried out of the motel unit, leaving the two men gaping, wondering if she were real.
Quickly she drove to the community pool to pick up the kids.
She wiped the experience from her mind. Her crotch still drooled with the aftermath of it, but her tension was gone.
She left the car in the pool parking lot and climbed the steps, feeling good now that she was near the kids. Picking them up, performing a family function, would make her feel whole again.
She saw them across the pool.
Billy was lounging between the two girls, like a sheik with his wives, Janet thought.
He wore a very brief suit, but he did look beautiful. His broad chest was tan and hairless. His muscular legs were not as long as his father's. Both kids took after their mother's family. Sally was a miniature Madge and Billy resembled Madge's father and her brother.
The girls wore as little as Billy, though the bits of material were scattered, bikini bras that hid little more than their nipples, and tiny triangles on their pussies.
Then came Janet's moment. They saw her. Sunshine broke out in their faces. They waved in greeting. Their smiles bubbled.
They liked her, she knew. Oh, she and the kids had their tiffs, but they did love each other.
They bounded up to meet her. Sally said, "I put the roast in the oven and Billy peeled the potatoes and April made salad except for mixing it with the dressing."
Some team, Janet thought, smiling fondly at them. Today she even liked April, about whom she had been dubious, perhaps because of the girl's sly manner. But April seemed to have captured the bubbling enthusiasm of the others, and all three bounced about Janet like puppies as they gathered up the beach bags and cavorted with her to the car.
Billy said, "This morning playing baseball I fanned about twenty batters. Boy, did I have an iron arm!"
He said that as they were piling into the car. Janet bit her lip, thinking she heard a new deepness to his voice, a mature tone, and she knew his pitching success had derived from the previous night of making love to his sister. It had made him believe in himself. He was a man now, at fifteen still bearing some baby fat and given to boyish pursuits, but a man in every way that counted.
They babbled and laughed and giggled all the way home. There Janet found supper in the advanced stage they had predicted, the roast almost done, the potatoes under cold water to keep them from turning brown, the salad chilling in the fridge, the bottle of dressing standing next to it. What little homemakers!
Janet had asked April to stay for supper. The girls went upstairs to change clothes. Billy, still in his skimpy bathing suit, insisted on doing the potatoes, setting out the masher and milk and butter.
Janet wished he would dress and hide that gorgeous bulge stretching his trunks. But she dared not say so. She made herself a drink and tried to avoid gazing at him.
She asked, "Were you three at the pool all afternoon?"
"Well, we had lunch here and then-well, most of the afternoon we were at the pool."
She saw him blush. She wondered about the lapse between lunch and the pool. Had they been up to something? But she didn't pursue, the thought. She was trying to keep from staring at his smooth, tan body and the bulge in his bathing suit.
She stood against the sink counter sipping her drink, thinking again that she should get drunk, hide under a blanket of alcohol, but having seen what his crotch bulge became when aroused, she simply could not hide that way.
Her decision to seduce him came explosively. She felt a quaking in her belly, followed by an increased dampness in her already damp panties. She set down the drink.
Billy's back was to her. She gazed at his hard, narrow buttocks. She felt an almost uncontrollable urge to bend down and sink her teeth into them, to reach up between his legs and grab that bulging mass of sex meat.
Tonight, she told herself. Yes, tonight!
* * *
The evening was steamy hot and Janet could not object to Billy's eating supper in his bathing suit, although seeing his naked torso across the table made her tremble. When she tried to cut her meat, the knife slipped out of her nerveless fingers and the handle clattered loudly on the plate.
She almost burst into tears.
The girls, in dresses, were going to the movies. April wore a dress of Sally's. Her big breasts simply bulged out of it.
Sally said, "The movie is a triple horror monster show, Billy. Don't you want to go? I mean, four solid hours of terrible things happening!"
He shook his head. "They're all oldies. I've seen two of the flicks already and maybe the other one."
"But that's the best kind, the ones you know how horrible they are!"
He stuffed his mouth full of mashed potatoes, shaking his head in negation.
He was avoiding Janet's gaze, she saw, and his throat was red.
After dinner the girls flounced out of the house. Billy, more helpful than usual, offered to do the dishes.
Janet went to her room, wondering how she would start it.
She decided to bathe. She always bathed before going to bed with Billy's father. She began undressing. She sniffed her armpits. Not too smelly. The day had been hot but the office was air-conditioned. Maybe she would attract Billy more quickly if she smelled of woman.
Her dress was off. She studied her titties, lifted way out by a bra that shaped them into jutting cones. She tore off the bra. Her tits protruded nicely but were rounder than the bra made them.
She whipped off her panties and then fingered into her cunt. She raised her hand to her face and sniffed. The smell of cunt was strong. But maybe a hot-blooded teen-age boy would like that.
She selected a light summer dress with narrow shoulder straps and a low neckline, and slipped into it. Facing the mirror to brush her blonde hair, she saw that her nipples showed through the material. So did her pussy hair.
She would dab on some perfume, just a touch of makeup.
She was almost ready.
* * *
Billy sat on the living-room couch watching, by coincidence, the third horror movie on the triple bill at the theater downtown, The Werewolf's Daughters.
The pink of sunset glowed through the drawn curtains. He had closed them because the sunlight had glared on the TV.
He was thinking of the afternoon's orgy in his room, April blowing his cock, then he fucking her from behind while she licked Sally's cunt. Finally he had pushed April aside and pronged into his sister, delivering his load into her convulsing cunt.
He did not like April, but he had to admit that it had been a ball. Maybe he would try it again. But April sure had burned his ass when she threatened to squeal to Janet!
April had wanted a second round. He had insisted they go to the pool. Right now he was not sure why he had decided that. Maybe he had felt that a guy could drown in such a voluptuous sea of tits and twats. Or, had he simply had to show them who was boss?
He heard Janet's voice in the living-room doorway.
"My God, Billy, monsters on TV! I thought you were staying home to avoid horror stuff."
He saw that her hair was freshly done up, her eye shadow darkened, her lower lip dusty pink with lipstick.
He asked, "Going to Women's Club tonight?"
Then he saw she was not, because as she moved to an armchair to plump the pillows her big tits lurched. No bra! She bent over the chair, her back to him. Her short skirt raised to her ass. He glimpsed the white arcs of naked buttocks. No panties, either!
She said, "I'm going to stay home and help you endure horror movies."
She laughed. Her voice sounded squeaky.
She came to the couch, her titties wobbling all about, and sat a body's width from him, cocking her eyebrow as she scanned the TV.
She said, "It's strictly for laughs, isn't it? The horror stuff? Does it scare anybody?"
"Not me, anyway."
The window curtains were apricot, arid the light of the setting sun oozed through them, painting Janet's pale-blonde beauty with watery gold and flickering reds.
Billy, suddenly bold, said, "I'll hold your hand so you don't get scared."
He reached to her and seized her hand.
Janet's gaze slanted to him. "I'm not a child that needs protecting, Billy."
"We can pretend like kids do in the movies. They're scared and they sit close together and hold hands."
She laughed. "All right." She scrunched over to him, her hip against his.
He looked at her dress front. The neckline swooped low on her breasts. The inner halves were revealed. Her nipples made dark tents in the material.
He felt his cock give a surge.
He suddenly was embarrassed over wearing only the brief swimsuit. He gazed at the .TV screen. There, the werewolf's daughters, two wolf-girls with hair on their faces-beautiful faces, but hairy-grinned. Fangs slid down their lower lips. They were creeping through a bedroom window.
Breathing hard, Billy watched them hover over a guy wearing pajamas. They were going to eat him, or something.
Janet's hand was hot in his.
The screen blanked out. Commercial. A guy selling toothpaste.
Billy glanced at Janet, met her gaze slanting to him. She was terribly close. Her hip burned his side. The fingers laced about his were hot and sweaty.
She asked, "What do people do during commercials, when no hand-holding is needed?"
He heard the huskiness of her voice. She was almost choking on her words.
"They kiss," he said.
And he kissed her.
He had meant it playfully. But his kiss opened Janet's mouth and she sagged back against the cushion, bringing him with her. Her lips rolled slickly on his and he tasted her tongue almost instantly.
Her kiss scared the shit out of him. This was not like kissing Sally or April. It was grown up, big league, an open mouth drawing his tongue out of hiding and sucking it to her throat. Her mouth yawned and everything was so soft and slithery that he felt like he were being consumed.
Her hand curled around his neck and drew him in closer.
He thrust his tongue in strongly, feeling hers weave about it, laving it, caressing.
At last her mouth closed and her lips milked his extended tongue.
She groaned, "I'll hate myself!"
He choked, "But Janet, I love you."
"That's the trouble, Billy. We love each other. That's why I'll hate myself. Oh, God, Billy! But what can I do? Kiss me again?"
Once more he sank into her luscious mouth, letting her suction take him, his lips and tongue all wobbly and uncertain in the seemingly formless cavity. Her tongue speared into his mouth, to his throat, and he felt a pulse pound violently in his temple.
When they at last parted the hand oh his neck had slid down his chest and was rubbing his pectoral muscle, then chafing his left nipple. She was curled up against him, scrunched up small, knees on the couch, panting.
Her eyes were wide. "Billy, do you hate me?"
He hugged her. "I told you how I feel."
"But your father-"
"Janet, he's away so much-I haven't seen him since I went to camp, almost a month ago."
"But I'm his wife. He and I sleep together, Billy."
"He isn't here," he said stubbornly. He guessed his voice showed his resentment. His father was always absent, it seemed. And Billy knew that was why Janet was in his arms.
She sighed deeply. "You're right. He isn't here."
She raised her head and kissed his throat, sucking the skin into her mouth. Then she sighed again and fell back against the couch.
He heard monster noises from the TV.
He said, "It sounds like those hairy-faced girls are eating the guy in pajamas."
She smiled. "Sounds like it." Her gaze did not leave his face. Her hand, on his chest, rubbed his nipple.
Billy saw that her shoulder strap hung loose. He brushed it off her shoulder. She watched as he turned the material down the long slope of her milky breast. A curve of pink aureole was revealed. He fingered the flesh. It was rubbery and had tiny bumps like goose pimples that disappeared as the aureole swelled to a shallow cone. He had to lift the material to clear the nipple, which stuck out from the aureole like a finger. He dropped to it and lipped the thick peg.
Janet's fingers wove into his hair. She pressed him down, squashing his face into the luxuriant mound of her tit. He mouthed in the nipple and aureole. He wound his tongue about the nipple, raced it around until the whole tit was slippery in his mouth and Janet began to writhe and moan.
"Suck more in!" she whispered, forcing his face to it, at the same time cupping a hand under her breast and pushing it at his mouth. "Billy, I'm hot, I'm hot inside, and wet, I'm so terribly wet!"
Her whole body was moving. Glancing down he saw that she had jacked up a leg. The heel was on a couch cushion, bracing as her hips wrenched. Sally had sat likewise on this very couch last evening, raising her leg to show him her pussy. But she had worn panties. Janet's snatch was naked. She had dark-blonde pubic hair, a bush beginning just below her navel, spreading out to her thighs, curling out over them. Her hairy cuntlips had ovaled out from her glistening coral gash.
Her leg flung over his and hooked it. She turned in to him, crushing his face into her tit.
Then she grabbed the front of his swimsuit, which was grotesquely misshapen by his erection. She squeezed it, fondled it, clutched it desperately.
She choked, "Billy, your prick is hard! Oh, quick, shove it into me!"
She was tearing unsuccessfully at the taut nylon fabric of the swimsuit.
Billy thrust her from him. She fell on her back. He ripped his trunks down to his knees. No time to take them off. Janet's legs were wide apart, her knees high, and between her luscious white thighs he saw her cunt wide open, the blonde-haired outer labia widening about the glossy pink lining of her snatch. God, it was big, so much bigger than his sister's!
He climbed above her, between her upraised legs, whacking his cockhead blindly against her gash. Suddenly he struck home. His knobbed end found her hole and slid into the slippery oven. With two thrusts his whole cock was buried in steamy, writhing cunt.
"Billy!" she groaned. "I'm full of it, Billy, full of your prick! Oh, yes, fuck me! FUCK ME, BILLY!"
Her dress top was down. His chest flattened the hot mounds of her tits. His cock was being kneaded, swallowed, gulped at, laved, swabbed by the slippery tissues of her vagina. Her cunt was as active as her mouth had been when she kissed him.
She made Sally and April seem amateurish. This was the real meat, hot woman humping up to meet his thrusts.
He could smell her cunt now. He seemed to smell it on her throat, in her armpits when he nuzzled into them, on her tits when he pushed them up to his mouth and contorted himself to suck them.
The distant TV spewed out the maniacal laughter of the werewolf's daughters, those hairy-faced beauties with their fangs.
Janet's heels were digging into his spine on each thrust. Her whole body worked like a spring, coiling and then uncoiling explosively. Because her cunt was bigger than Sally's or even April's, he drove uncaringly into it, slamming his big cock in a yard deep on each thrust.
She was biting his ear, mouthing it, trying to swallow it. She clawed his back. She cried, "Oh, I'm glad your father isn't here, Billy! But even if he were I'd let you fuck me. Yes, I want you to fuck me, and then your father can fuck me, I don't care, I just want a cock in me all the time! Oh, Jesus, I'm coming hard, my whole belly is blowing up! Every time your fat prick goes in, my cunt sucks it, sucks it so hard!"
His balls jarred heavily when they swatted her ass split.
She panted, "I know about you and Sally."
"What? What did you say?"
"Last night I saw you fucking your sister. I heard the bedsprings. Oh, if I hadn't seen you, you wouldn't be fucking me now!"
"But-but-"
"I'll tell Sally you've fucked me."
"No!"
"Then you tell her. If we love each other, why have such secrets? I want you to fuck her, Billy. But not April. Did you fuck April this afternoon?"
"Listen-"
"Please don't. I'm not sure I like her." Janet was calmer now, over her peak of orgasm, her legs shaking loosely each time he drove in. "Billy, keep it in the family. Please don't fuck
April. Just your sister and me. Please?"
He could not answer except to howl as his balls seemed to squeeze together into one lump and force through his prick.
He rode her at full gallop, sliding his cock into her greased hole as though there were no end to her cavity, just a wide-open tube. The tube bent and twisted, squeezed in on his flying cock. It ran curvy undulations up and down his stem, pinched the head, and sucked, sucked, sucked gulpingly as it milked out his jism.
She shrieked, "I'm coming again, Billy! Shoot your load into me, honey! Let it all fly!"
The balls that had seemed drawn into his cock blasted, and a glob as big as a plum splashed into her. He raised, bucking high against the frantic clutch of her legs. He splashed down into her soupy cunt and let go the second charge.
She moaned feebly, "I'm coming so hard. Coming too hard. Passing out. I waited too long."
"This will wake you up!" he yelled, firing his last charge.
She shrieked, and together they humped and writhed over the last peak of orgasm.
They collapsed, vibrating, his prick still dribbling come into her gaping cunt.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Janet and Billy lay facing each other on the couch. He was sucking her right tit.
She had revived from the mind-shattering blasts of her orgasm. She felt weak now, but sensual in every pore. Her arm was curled about him. She drew him closer and fingered more tit into his mouth.
Daylight had faded to a warm glow in the curtains. On the TV, the werewolf girls were showing their fangs.
Janet gazed down at Billy's mouth, yawning on her breast, his lips indenting white flesh. He had consumed her bulging, saucer-sized aureole. It felt drawn to a hot cone that was being bent, twisted, and pulled by the squishy movements of his mouth and tongue.
She gave a soft moan of contentment.
She moved her hand to her other breast and trailed her fingers about the puffed pink cap, preparing it for his sucking. As she pulled the long nipple, Billy's eyes flicked with surprise. Probably he had never seen a woman play with herself. She continued tweaking her nipple. She felt liberated from any prudish need to conceal her voluptuousness. Let him think her a wanton, a nympho. She was, at least within the boundaries of her family.
She eyed his shrunken cock, stuck to his leg by cunt-juice and jism. She wanted to mouth it., But that could wait.
If she were on a bed instead of the narrow couch, she would have spread her legs to let her sizzling cunt cool off. She jacked up a leg and felt down her belly to her twat. The lips were matted with juice. She tweaked a sticky fluff of cunt hair and felt a slight tremor inside. Every inch of her was alive and tingling. She brushed at the hair curling out onto her sleek thigh.
She smeared two fingers in her gash and raised them dripping with cunt-juice to the breast Billy was sucking.
She whispered, "Darling, you'll love the taste of this."
He disgorged her inflamed tit. She rubbed the cunt-juice into the saliva coating the puffed aureole and hard nipple.
She said, "It will make for more slippery sucking." She stuck her fingers into her mouth and licked the remaining juice off them.
He gaped at her. "Do you like that?"
She nodded.
"I mean, do you like . . . girls, too."
"Not really. But once I get steamed up I like everything. I'm very sexy, Billy. Maybe oversexed."
"I never thought that."
"Neither did your father. But he'll learn, the bastard."
"Are you mad at him?"
"Well, he has deserted me in favor of his beloved road trips. I'm going to nail him down in the local office. Or else."
"Or else what?"
She didn't know what else. "I'll work it out. Now suck my tittie, please?"
He returned to the swollen cone, first licking it and tasting the juice. "Good stuff!" he said. His mouth yawned, trying to swallow it all.
She smiled. He couldn't engulf more than a third of her big tit.
Probing her cunt, Janet found her clit grossly enlarged. She stroked the elusive projection. She raised her leg and hung her heel up on the back of the couch. This was a most lascivious position, she thought.
While she masturbated, strange dreams whirled in her mind. Suppose she had both Billy and Sally in her bed? Would she like the taste of Sally's cunt-juice on Billy's cock?
Smearing up some vaginal goo she brought it to her mouth, smelled it, then licked it. Yes, she guessed she would like the taste of dear Sally's juice.
The phone rang.
Janet sighed. On the second ring she said, "I suppose that's your father calling. It's time."
Billy looked up at her, his mouth full of tit. He made a piggish, grunting noise, and sucked the nipple into his throat.
Janet giggled. "You'll have to let me up, honey." She stroked his silky blond hair. "Don't be impatient. We have hours and hours for sex before the girls get out of the movies."
He reluctantly let go of her tit, and Janet climbed over him.
Walking to the hall phone, she gazed down at her wobbling breasts. They felt heavy, weights rolling as her body swayed, lurching when they had swung too far to either side. The tips were inflamed, the aureoles bloated out from the white mounds, the nipples as stiff as little red cocks.
And her cunt was swollen open, spilling juice down her legs on every step.
She dropped into the phone chair. Spreading her legs, she fingered her drool-matted outer cuntlips while picking up the phone.
She heard Ed's deep, hoarse voice ask, "Janet?"
She said, "I hope you're on your way home."
"In a couple of days I'll have finished things-"
"Tomorrow," she snapped.
"Well, I don't know. I have clients to see-"
"Tomorrow," she repeated firmly, slipping a finger inside her cuntlips and gently massaging her clit.
He changed the subject. "How are the kids?"
"Movies tonight." She saw Billy come around the corner. She beckoned to him. Then she dipped her finger into her hole and brought fresh juice up to her titties. She moistened both nipples, thinking that Billy could suck them while she talked to his father.
But his cock caught her eye. It was stiffening out.
Ed asked, "How is Billy, now that he's back from camp?"
"He looks beautiful, healthy, golden all over."
She crooked a beckoning finger at the boy. When he was close she slid an arm around his hips. She nuzzled his sticky cock.
"And Sally? How are she and Billy getting along?"
"Just fine, like lovers," Janet murmured into the phone, suppressing a giggle. Ed could see the boy's big prong sliding into his sister's juicy cunt! As she thought that, she turned her head and tongued under Billy's cock, lifting it off his balls.
Ed said, "I'm glad to hear that. Brothers and sisters so often fight."
Janet knew why they fought. She had had a brother. Teen-age siblings were sexually aware of each other, yet walled apart by taboos. They expressed their horniness for each other by ugly means, nasty words and spates of hurtful anger. But Billy and Sally had shown only sweetness and affection since they had begun fucking.
She lipped the soft head of Billy's cock, tasting the heady mix of vaginal honey and jism that coated it. The boy's loins smelled so strongly of come that her nostrils flared with excitement.
She sucked daintily at Billy's knob, which had swollen somewhat and was spongy, resistant to the pressure of her lips.
Inadvertently, she drew off with a loud, sucking slurp.
Ed asked, "What was that noise?"
She grinned up at Billy, who evidently could hear what his father was saying. He was shaking with silent laughter.
She said, "I'm sucking Sally's candy cane."
"Candy cane? In August? A candy cane? You don't even like candy."
"This one is delicious," Janet giggled. She opened her mouth and gulped in the whole limp cock, lipped it down to the root and chomped on the succulent mouthful.
"Janet, that's the silliest thing I've ever heard from you. Have you been drinking?"
She sucked off the lengthening but still soft prick and said, "Yes, Ed, I have been."
Freed, the ropy cock hung below her chin. She ducked down to slide her tongue under it and lift it into her mouth. She bit lightly, stretched it, then gulped it in.
She thought it exciting to have the whole cock captive in her mouth. It was beginning to grow out. Nibbling into his pubic hair, she managed to keep the hardening rod from escaping her.
Ed asked, "Janet, are you alone?"
She sucked off Billy's tool and said, "Ed, why don't you come home and find out?"
She mouthed the head and winked up at Billy.
He knew that she loved his father. This was no act of disloyalty, in fact, was an expression of her love for her whole family. Still, she meant it as a warning to Ed, like a slap on the wrist, even though he didn't know what she was doing, could only sense a change in her attitude toward him.
Ed sounded alarmed now. "Are you saying there's a man with you?"
"I can only endure an empty pussy for just so long."
"Janet! Your language! On the phone!"
"I was going to say cunt but I thought pussy would shock you less. Darling, what time will you be home tomorrow."
Without waiting for his reply, she squeezed the phone mouthpiece down against her tit, effectively muffling it, and asked Billy, "Do you want me to keep on sucking it? Or would you rather fuck me while your father is talking on the phone?"
He grinned. "I like what you were doing."
She stuffed her mouth full of cock and raised the phone again to her ear.
She heard Ed sputter, "You're kidding me. It's just not like you to be unfaithful."
She thought of her afternoon orgy with Harry and Jack. How wrong Ed was!
Ed said, "I'm pretty horny myself, Janet."
She disgorged Billy's stiffening member. It formed a half-hard loop, no longer wrinkled, but fat and sassy. She fisted the stem and jerked it off very lightly as she said, "Ed, when you get home you had better come into the kitchen with your fly open, prepared to screw me on the table. Figure it like that for starters."
"Janet, I'm amazed at you!"
"You're not half as amazed as you will be, Ed Barth. What time tomorrow will you arrive?"
"Well, six, maybe. But I've got clients to visit . . . "
Janet mouthed the growing prick. She thrust at it, felt the glans slide in the trough of her tongue all the way to her throat. Holding it there, she sucked strongly.
But now her mouth seemed dry.
Again she pressed the phone mouthpiece into her meaty tit.
She said, "Billy, slide it into my cunt. To wet it."
She rose from the chair, legs apart. Billy knelt on the seat and poked his inflamed cockhead into her split. He gave one long shove. She felt it drive to the depths of her vagina.
She was in an awkward, arched position, but Billy wrapped an arm around her, holding her to him as he thrust into her seething cunt.
The phone between them made husky-voiced male noises.
Then she whipped back off the stiff prick and sat back down in the chair.
She thrust the phone to her ear while opening her mouth for Billy to slide his cock between her lips, up to the roof of her mouth, back to her throat.
Ed said, "Well, six o'clock, then."
Janet wished he would hang up and let her blow this luscious, fat cock.
Licking the knob of it she said, rather breathlessly, "I have to go now, Ed. See you at six o'clock tomorrow."
She dropped the phone into its cradle.
She fisted the meaty prick and eyed a pearl of lubricant emerging from the split.
Then she went to work on it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Janet first gripped the shaft of Billy's prick in both hands and gulped in the first four inches of it. She nibbled it, then bobbed her head back and forth on the cunt-oiled organ. She pulled off, dipped beneath and mouthed each ball in turn. These were large nuts, almost matching Ed's. She mentally recorded the girth of each, meaning tomorrow night to make comparisons. Yes, tomorrow night she would suck Ed's cock and balls, among other things. Yes, among other things. Many other things.
She jiggled the ball-filled scrotum in her hand and returned to the knob. She sucked it slowly, voluptuously, particularly enjoying the taste and slipperiness of cunt-juice. It popped in and out as though creamed. Then she forced onto it, engulfing meat until her nose was buried in his pubic hair and she had a throat full.
She remained like that for some minutes, impaled, softly drawing on the hot, stiff meat.
Billy said, "Gosh, what a blow job!"
She sucked slowly back to the head and spoke with it between her lips. "Billy, let's dip it into my cunt again. Then you can fuck my mouth. But gently. This is an awfully big tool you've got, and if you choked me I might bite."
He helped her raise up from the chair. He crouched low and stabbed it up between her legs, on the first try sliding into her so easily that she pictured her hole as having opened out like a flower. Her belly cramped on the stiff arc and a fluttering orgasm rippled her vagina, making her cling desperately to him and jerk her hips, violently fucking his cock. She needed it in her. Her cunt was a hot, flowing river.
But she slipped off and dropped to the chair. He plunged his dripping member into her mouth. She spread her jaws and felt it fly to her throat. She suckered onto it.
Her cunt was still roiling.
Oh, she loved sucking this meaty prick, but her body was demanding now. As soon as she could tongue it out she cried, "Billy, I need it in me, get down on the floor!"
She was in an frenzy, losing her senses. He sat on the floor. She slid from the chair, falling onto him, tumbling him down on his back. In a second she was astride him, legs spread, her drooling cunt hovering above his hard cock.
"Like this?" he asked.
"Like any way," she moaned, sinking down and feeling the giant bulb entering her slit, then nuzzling up her hole, filling her. She squeezed her vaginal muscles on it. Her cunt went wild. It trembled and shook on the rigid shank. Kneeling, her hands on his chest, she pitched into an erratic fuck pattern, lifting up, thrusting forward, backing while swinging her ass in a circle. Her tits thrashed about, swatting her torso, heavy melons plopping here and there, so hot that from them flowed burning waves that seethed to her roiling cunt.
She longed for a slow, voluptuous orgasm. Maybe she would get it later when her cunt had blasted out the buildup of months of tension. This was too wrenching. It was killing her. She felt juice running down her legs to her knees.
She should not have sucked his cock. It was too exciting. But his organ was such a plump, luscious, rigid tool!
He asked, "Can I come now?"
"Billy, I don't know if I can take it. I'll flip!"
She rose to the tip of his cockhead on each strained lift, dropping to splat her open snatch on his pubes.
She dropped down on him, mashing her tits on his chest. She reduced her movements to short jogs.
"Now," she choked. "Shoot into me, Billy! I can't take it, I'm going to flip! But I need it! Let it go, honey, let it go!"
He tensed and heaved upward. His cock seemed to drive halfway to her throat.
She shrieked on feeling the first splatter in her cuntal pocket.
She clung desperately to him to keep from falling apart. She pictured herself disintegrating, her ass flying up to the ceiling, a leg flipping down the hall. But although her mind was splitting, her cunt continued sucking at Billy's spewing cock.
He fired again and again. Still her hips rocked and her hole drew suckingly on the hard meat.
A blackness filled her mind, blotting out everything but the feel of the bucking prick about which she flowed.
Then she collapsed and drifted away into a limbo of unending orgasm.
* * *
Billy went to bed at eleven, exhausted.
His first two fucks with Janet had been violent. But on the couch again, watching the werewolf girls stalk their prey, they had spent a leisurely evening screwing, quietly, lazily, until at last he was milked dry.
His stepmother was a terrific fuck, he thought.
He slept soundly, but still he heard Sally arrive home, the stairs creaking under her step. She went to her room. He heard the scrapings and thumps as she kicked off her sandals.
Shortly she whispered his name.
She crawled on the bed and kissed him. Simultaneously she dropped her hand to his genitals.
She smiled down on him, her dimples showing, her blue eyes soft.
He saw that she was still dressed. He said, "Take off your clothes and come to bed."
She kissed his eyes.
His hand found her knee. She was crouching with her legs apart. His hand roved up her thigh to her pussy. No panties! He fondled the hairy little lips of her cunt.
He asked, "Did you go to the movies without panties?"
"No, I just now took them off in my room so you could feel how ready my cunt is."
It was. He rolled the mossy lips between his fingers. Then he twisted to her, stuck his head under her skirt and breathed the trapped fragrance of her cunt before planting a wet kiss between her dewy labia.
Sally groaned with pleasure. She whispered, "Let me go put on my nightie."
He licked her juicy slit, searching for the little bump of her clitoris.
She giggled. "You old silly, let me go!"
He burrowed deeper under his sister's skirt, licked her clit and then sucked the juicy inner labia. He found her tiny hole. He was accustomed to Janet's proportions now, and wondered how he had managed to cram his cock into this diminutive aperture.
Still giggling, Sally squirmed away and almost fell off the bed. She righted herself and ran on pattering bare feet to her room.
He licked the cunt-juice off his lips. What a sweet little twat his sister had!
She took her time. His prick was beginning to stiffen when she reappeared, wearing a yellow nightie like the blue one of last night, a hip-length amber mist glowing in the moonlight. Her nipples showed through like two dark eyes and her mound hair was a dark fluff, curving down and splitting between her legs.
She stood there smiling broadly, pink tongue tip protruding from her teeth as she pulled the bow that held the top of her nightie together. She did it slowly, teasing him, then even more slowly folded back the top of the gown, displaying her jutting round tits.
She asked softly, "Do you love me, Billy?"
He nodded, abruptly feeling not lust but tenderness that brought a lump to his throat. But Sally never stayed long in any one mood. She fingered the nightie skirt up her pussy, raising it to form a yellow tent over her brown-haired nest.
She said, "I'm airing out my twat. It stinks."
"A few minutes ago it smelled better than roses to me."
"It's sweet of you to say that." She smiled, dimpling. "Billy, would you like to kiss my pussy again?"
He nodded eagerly. Sally climbed on the bed, knelt with her legs well apart, still holding her nightie skirt like a tent shadowing her lower belly.
He crawled into the spread of sleek thighs. Her mossy outer lips were opening. He licked them.
He said, "You're wet. Really soggy."
"That darned April played with my twat all through the movies. As soon as we sat down her hand went up my skirt."
"But you liked it. You dig that girlie stuff."
"Oh, it's all right. I like April twiddling my cunt. But it gets nowhere. All she has between her legs is a split like mine."
Breathing deeply of the smell of her cunt, he licked and kissed all around it, tonguing the hairless flesh of her thighs and belly. He lipped her mound tuft. His mouth could easily encompass it. His whole face would be lost in Janet's bush!
He lowered, and licked Sally's clit.
"That's yummy," Sally said, her voice choked.
He paused, breathing hard, his head resting on her thigh.
She asked, "What did you do this evening."
"I fucked Janet."
She giggled. "And April's pussy grew a cock."
"I'm serious. We screwed like crazy."
"Well, I don't believe it."
"I'll show you a trick she taught me." He slid two fingers into Sally's juicy hole, lubricated them, raised up and painted the tips of her breasts. Then he sucked each slippery orb in turn.
"Wow!" Sally said. "Is that ever slick!"
Dropping again to her cunt, he reached behind her and clutched the halves of her ass. Drawing them aside helped open her crotch. He tongued into her slit and swabbed the honeyed vaginal rim.
She caressed the back of his head, whispering, "I love that, Billy." Then, "Did you really fuck Janet?"
Between licks at her gash he said, "I'll prove it if you want. We can go downstairs right now."
She widened the spread of her legs. She was rocking against his tongue.
"Billy, don't ask me to go somewhere when I have a cunt full of tongue."
He sucked noisily at her juices.
She giggled. "You're a piggy, that's what you are."
He fingered into her ass cleft, stroking the silky wet hair around her anus. He gently pressed the soft pucker. It responded to the pressure by drawing in, then expanding as it swelled out, opening the moist heart of it. He kept his finger lightly in place as her moving asshole opened and closed, puckering as it retracted, spreading to a slippery ring as it reached to his thrust. Slowly it consumed the probing digit.
With some difficulty he sucked her clit into his lips while her pulsing, slippery anus drew his finger in to the first joint. He heard his sister pant. She was rocking, backing onto his finger, shoving her open gash at his face.
Then she choked, "Oh, Billy, I'm getting a gush way up my vagina. Gosh, like a big fat bubble squeezing out. Ooo-oo!"
He sucked harder at her clit and buried his finger to the second joint in her pulsing asshole.
"Billy, do you want me to go down on you?"
He raked up to speak but she pushed his head back into her crotch.
She scrambled about, reversing his position in relation to her cunt. Instead of having his nose on her mound, he found it at his chin and her hairy cuntlips before his eyes. Her glistening pink inner lips stood out, bracketing her hole.
He felt her lips move wetly on his cockhead.
He licked into her vagina, lashing the walls while his sister nibbled the head of his dick.
She moaned softly, then bobbed on the stiff meat. Changing pace, she uncorked and licked down the side of the stem, bit it as though to test its hardness, returned to the tip and forced her mouth open on it. For some minutes she sucked softly.
Then she raised and whispered, "Gee, I never thought I'd enjoy cocksucking this much!"
She shifted her position, knelt directly over him, fisting his cock in both hands as she gulped at the head. He looked up at her hair-fringed gash and at the star-shaped pucker of her asshole. He lipped her cuntlips, drawing slick flesh into his mouth, then pulling rhythmically at it.
Down on his cock, her mouth felt oiled as she bobbed, sucking and racing her soft fingertips up and down it.
He gazed up" at her buttocks, outlined against the moon-bright ceiling. The lace hem of her nightie hung down one buttock. The light material shimmered, marking the rise and fall of her ass as she slowly fucked his mouth. He raised his hands and fingered the round little asscheeks, caressed and kneaded them, loving their sleek firmness as much as he did the drooling slit in his mouth.
He got his tongue into it then, slid it right up her vagina while still mouthing the succulent mass of her swollen cuntlips.
Sally toyed with his nuts, jerked off his stem, fingered his asshole and mouthed his cock with such abandon that soon his hips were jerking and he panted as he lashed his tongue into her hole. Her juice ran out of his mouth and down his chin. A couple of times she wrenched her ass so hard that he guessed she had come, but she would not surrender her mouthful long enough to say so.
She gulped harder, squeezing the head into her throat.
A tremor seized him. He dug his fingers into her ass.
She raised off and cried, "Billy, are you coming?"
He choked, "Yes!" without pausing in licking her gash. He found her clit and swabbed it with the breadth of his tongue. Sally let out a long moan and then filled her mouth with cock and went down in earnest, filling up on it and sucking so vigorously that in a moment the jism began to boil up from his balls.
Sally was writhing about and whipping at his mouth. He gripped her rolling ass, trying to hold her in place as he chinned her clit and tongued into her hole, sucked juice and rubbed his nose and chin in honeyed flesh.
Abruptly she thrust away, climbing off him.
Looking down his body he saw her head between his legs, his entire cock concealed within her mouth.
He guessed that she had come enough times and now wanted to concentrate on cocksucking.
Kneading his balls, gulping hungrily, she brought him to the point. He arched up, groaning loudly as he let go into her throat.
The blast of his erupting organ was gigantic, like a steam pipe bursting and shooting off its compressed contents. It spat, spewed, geysered into the suction of her mouth.
He saw his sister swallow frantically. But she could not take it all. White goo spurted from her lips.
When she had milked him dry she rose off it, licking up the come that had escaped her mouth.
Then she dropped down between his legs, holding his prick against her cheek, quietly mouthing his balls.
* * *
Billy awakened in the half-light of dawn with a roaring hard-on.
He found that his sister was still with him, her ass nuzzling his rigid cock.
He gently raised her upper leg and tucked his cockhead into her oozing cuntlips. She gave a sleepy groan and squirmed back to him. His knob slid up her hole. With another push he buried it in his sister's cunt and there he let it be, throbbing.
He gazed down at the pretty white buttocks backed into his loins. He caressed them.
Maybe he would fall asleep again, his cock inside her.
But Sally was awake now, squirming back to him, consuming more cock.
She murmured sleepily, "Fuck me just a little."
She curled down toward her knees. He fingered the nape of her neck. She was jackknifed and he had to stretch to keep his hand under her silky hair. Caressing her neck, he jogged slowly in her yawning hole.
He felt Sally reach between her legs and palm his nuts. She pressed them to her furry mound. Her hips began moving in rhythm with his surges.
She was panting now.
"Billy, I'm getting a little come. Harder?"
He speeded the pace, sliding it out, the head poised in her cuntlips, then pumping in to the depths of her cuntal pocket while she moaned and shook and quivered into orgasm. Suddenly her body went stiff and she cried out loudly, then collapsed.
For some minutes he lay there, just letting it throb inside her. He was drifting back toward sleep.
Then Sally whispered, "About Janet. I want to see you prove it."
"Prove that I fucked her last night?"
"Uh-huh. Right now, while you're hard. Okay?"
He nodded agreement.
CHAPTER NINE
Janet's dreams were sweet, centering on a pink lamp post that was clearly a phallic symbol of Billy's cock.
She awoke hearing him whisper her name.
She was lying on her back, her legs spread, nightie drawn back, a hand cupped on her pussy.
She saw Billy and Sally standing naked in the doorway, arms about each other. His erect cock glistened in the pink light of dawn.
Gazing at the two children, she sighed. So beautiful! He, wide-chested, sleek, golden, hairless except for the blond ruff from which his prick sprouted. Sally looked adorable, a curvy little thing with her high titties and plumpish belly and thighs meeting at her brown pubic tuft.
Sally said, "Billy told me-he's going to prove that-"
She was blushing. As though to gain reassurance, she reached to his prick and fisted the hard meat.
Smiling, Janet whispered, "Then, Billy, slip it into me. And Sally, sweetheart, come here."
Billy climbed on the bed and knelt between Janet's legs.
She knew that her cunt needed no foreplay. It had been open and drooling all night long. His knob plunged in and she groaned with pleasure as she felt the long, fat shaft fill her hole.
Sally hastened to cuddle into Janet's inviting, outstretched arm. Janet kissed the girl's cheek as Billy lowered his weight onto her and his cockhead nudged the very depths of her belly.
No one spoke as Billy pumped in Janet's hole. His sister gazed fondly at him. She pressed closer. Janet loved the feel of her hot little body. She wrapped her arm about Sally, reached under her arm and cupped her hand on a firm tittie.
Janet had never particularly had a thing for girls. But as she had told Billy, when a prick was inside her she loved everyone, and especially this darling girl.
Sally nuzzled her throat. Janet guessed she had experienced female caresses with April, whom Janet guessed might be turned on more to girls than to guys.
Sally raised, offering Janet her mouth. She kissed the wet little rosebud lips and thrilled at Sally's tentative, tonguing response.
Billy's cock was throbbing inside her and she was caressing Sally's breast and sucking her tongue.
She felt happier than she had ever been.
The girl's soft hand now squeezed her tittie, then gathered on the aureole and milked it out, pulling the nipple to finger size.
Sally's mouth slipped from Janet's to her throat. Billy raised to make room for his sister to kiss down the length of Janet's mounding breast to the swollen tip, which she consumed at a gulp. Her body was now curved over Janet's. Janet caressed the girl's flank, down to her cushiony hip. She stroked it, then a plump buttock, at last fingering into her downy cleft and pressing her damp little asshole.
Billy still pumped easily while watching his sister suck his stepmother's tit.
Sally, choking now, lipped off the nipple and whispered, "Billy, I want to show Janet how much I like sucking your cock."
He raised out of Janet's hole. Sally slithered down Janet's belly and mouthed the dripping knob.
The sight drove Janet into a frenzy of desire. She squirmed abut, seizing the girl's thighs and turning her, then bending down into the hair-enclosed cleft of her crotch. She smelted the hot, sweet muskiness of Sally's pussy as she lunged in and licked the slippery gash.
She had never before eaten cunt, but this was Sally, whom she loved, and she sucked and tongued the girl to the point of hysteria.
Shortly Janet felt Billy's strong hands spreading her thighs, then his tongue spearing into her cunt.
They had formed a triangle. Janet, her arms wrapped about Sally's thighs, tongued into her hole. It was delicious! And the feel of Billy's mouth suckering her own split somehow combined with Sally's gulping at his big prick. Janet felt this like a chain writhing through her body, the palpitations of two cunts and a prick seething from her crotch to her mouth and out into Sally's snatch.
Janet moaned into the girl's gaping hole as she began to come.
Then Sally switched her hips and thrust from her, crying, "Janet, Billy's cock is about to spit. Come help me suck it off!"
Janet needed no urging. Twisting her body, she flung herself on the giant red prong and gulped at the head of it, sucking hard. Then she raised off it and let Sally gobble the throbbing meat.
Billy gave a yell. White jism seeped from Sally's lips.
She jerked away. Janet impaled her mouth on the flaring red cockhead in time to take the second spew into her throat.
She watched Sally lick white flecks from her lips as she herself took another charge into the roof of her mouth.
She drew off and Sally lipped the spitting cock, moaning as she sucked her mouth full. At last she surrendered it and Janet returned to milk out the last feeble spurts of come.
She wondered when exhaustion would tame this overcharged young cock.
* * *
Billy had fallen asleep.
Janet murmured in Sally's ear, "Darling, I'm so glad the three of us are together now. But it leaves someone out. Your father."
Sally, curled up in her arms, was fondling Janet's tits with both hands.
Janet continued, "Would you like your father to fuck you?"
The girl frowned. "I spied on you once, you and Daddy. I saw his cock when it was stiff. It's terribly big. I'm afraid my hole is too small."
"His rod is longer than Billy's but no thicker. I'm sure you could take almost all of it in your cunt."
"Well, okay. I think Daddy is tenibly handsome and sexy. But you know how he is-sort of unbending."
"I'll soften him up, darling. I have plans."
She cuddled Sally closer to her, marveling at the pleasure she took in caressing the girl's sleek curves. She fingered over Sally's thigh and between her legs. She gently inserted a finger in the girl's slippery little hole.
While caressing each other, they drifted off to sleep.
* * *
The morning was hot. It seemed natural for the three Barths to have breakfast naked.
Billy sat at the table, grinning as he watched his sister and stepmother hustle about scrambling eggs and popping bread into the toaster. All he could see was jiggling, wobbling titties and plump white asses gleaming in the sunshine that streamed in the window and painted the delectable pairs of buttocks with gold.
Nobody had bathed, which explained the odor of cunt that permeated the air.
Sally brought his toast and laid a kiss on his mouth. He raised a hand between her legs. She bowed them to let him press her dewy cuntlips. She returned to the toaster and Janet came with the eggs. She set the platter on the table and ducked away from his grab, laughing as she moved behind him and bent over, her tits bracketing his head. She squeezed the luscious orbs on his cheeks before she swung away to the stove.
When they ate, Billy gazed at the four bare tits hanging over the table. He felt his cock surge up and hang in a half-hard arc.
Despite all the fucking he had done, his prick was eager for more!
Janet said, "I'd like one of you to stay close to the phone this afternoon. I'm making plans for your father's return. I'm not yet sure how I'll arrange it, so be handy."
Sally giggled, "Suppose he walked in and found the three of us eating breakfast naked?"
"That," Janet said, "is one approach I have thought of. The cold-water treatment. But we'll see."
She ate hurriedly, went to her room, bathed, and soon was dressed for the office, looking awfully beautiful, Billy thought, her eyes sparkling, her color high, her lips curved in a voluptuous smile somehow both maternal and lascivious.
She kissed them each good-bye and hurried out.
Before they had finished breakfast, the phone rang.
"April," Sally groaned, rising from the table and going out to the hall.
Billy munched a piece of toast, thinking of how Janet had begged him not to fuck April, to save his pecker for the family. He was in agreement. He felt absolutely no urge for April. "Billy."
Sally was calling. He went to the hall and saw her sitting in the phone chair, her hand cupped over the mouthpiece.
"Billy, April insists that I go shopping with her. But I want to stay with you."
Scowling, he took the phone from her and growled into it. "April, my sister and I have things to do today. Our father's coming home. We're tied up. See?"
April responded screechily. "Listen, Billy Barth. Sally can't push me aside just because she has your cock to play with. You two had better shape up, or else I'll phone Janet at her office and tell her everything. How would you like that?"
He said, "April, why don't you go take a flying fuck at the moon?"
April snarled, "This is your last chance! I really will phone Janet!"
He said, "Take that phone and shove it up your ass!"
He hung up and gazed down at Sally, whose eyes were swimming with tenderness.
She said, "I couldn't have done that. I'm glad you told her off."
He bent to her and nuzzled her cheek. "Because I love you," he whispered.
He felt Sally's hands slide up his thighs and close on his cock and balls.
Slowly his prick began growing out of the ring formed by her thumb and forefinger.
He whispered, "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Uh-huh."
"And then?"
"We'll go to the ball park. I'll watch you pitch."
He glanced down his sister's body, saw her slide to the edge of the chair and lift her legs back. Her cuntlips began to swell open, the outer labia forming a hairy oval about her gash. The slippery pink lips within protruded invitingly, framing her pulsing red hole.
"Right here?" he asked.
She nodded.
Billy dropped to his knees. His cock was precisely at the level of his sister's open cunt. He leaned to her and pressed the tip into the steamy orifice.
He was not very hard. He pushed and it oozed in, more drawn by her suction than his penetration.
Still, burrowing into the slipperiness of her inner sleeve, he felt his prick pulse strongly. He began jabbing.
Sally's legs folded in on his back. She heeled him in closer.
She groaned as his dick filled her hot cuntal cavern.
She clung to him, panting in his ear as he fucked her,.gently at first, tenderly reaming her sucking vagina, then more forcefully.
She asked, "Isn't it a little soft, Billy?"
"Sometimes it's slow to stiffen up."
She clung with arms and legs, jacking up to meet his thrusts, her hole sucking loudly on his meat. He slid his hands under her ass and clutched the pearly orbs. Then, knowing how to start her orgasm, he fingered her asshole.
She gave a shriek and rose up high on his cock, then banged down, taking the whole shaft into her cunt with a gulp.
Her face, against his, was suddenly sweaty. She was corning, whacking herself against him, beginning to choke out her moans.
Then a violent shudder shook her and she clung, her body straining to him, rigid and still except for the liquid gulping of her cunt.
"I came all over!" she gasped.
He became aware of a change. Her cunt seemed to have expanded to the size of Janet's.
Or his cock was shrinking.
Soon it was limp, feebly nudging the walls of her cuntal pocket.
He cried, "Sally, I'm losing my hard-on!"
She drew back and gazed down at their joined pubes. Billy's prick slid out of her hole. It was still fat and long but it flopped down against his balls, as limp as a strand of wet spaghetti.
Sally giggled. She sat with her feet on his hips, her legs still spread wide, her cunt open. Colorless juice drooled down her ass to her anus. She giggled again, wrapped her arms about her knees, drew them to her, closing her twat to a thin red line between the hairy lips. Then she burst into laughter.
"Billy, the poor thing is worn out!" He gazed sadly at his fat, dangling cock. He guessed he had shot off his nuts about thirty times in the past two days. He, too, began to laugh.
* * *
A game was forming up at the ball diamond when they arrived.
Sally sat on the grass with some girls while Billy warmed up his throwing arm. He hurled a dozen good ones into the catcher's mitt, sliders and climbers, curves and floaters.
The first batter stepped to the plate. Billy fed him a fast ball that expoded off the bat like it was fired from a howitzer. He watched it arch up into the sky and disappear. At last he heard it crash through the branches of a tree shading the swimming pool.
One pitch. One homer.
"Where's that iron arm, Billy?" someone sneered.
He tried a curve on the next batter. It curved right back at him, passing his glove, bouncing out of the infield. A three bagger.
The next ball Billy threw was knocked out of the park.
Three pitches, three runs.
He was fucked out. He surrendered the mound and walked tiredly toward Sally. His balls felt like they were hanging down to his knees.
She seemed to think it very funny that he was pooped.
He knew that he needed to go home and sleep. Alone.
CHAPTER TEN
Ed Barth was a punctual man.
He had told Janet he would return at six o'clock. Being a bit early, he was driving at the minimum highway speed.
In the rear-view mirror he studied the brightness of his eyes, and his sudden, meaningless grins. Never had he been so eager to get home.
But he drove at a measured pace.
His cock was up, stiff and throbbing. His phone conversation with Janet last evening had started this.
He did not generally play around on business trips. Oh, sometimes he ran into a hot broad, and things developed. This time he had stayed a night with one business acquaintance, other nights he had dined with clients' families, buttering up the wives for purely commercial reasons. But there had been no hanky-panky.
The brightness of his eyes made him look younger, he thought, and his skin appeared flushed.
He had imagined that as a man neared forty his lustful urges would simmer down. But looking at the lean-faced, grinning fellow in the mirror he saw himself as a horny young buck, despite the gray hair at his temples.
He drove eagerly through town into the suburb in which he lived, under the cool, spreading maple trees to his house. He felt a pulse pound on seeing the old-fashioned but comfortable-looking place.
He stopped at the kitchen door.
He did not even take his brief-case but sprang out and dashed into the kitchen with the alacrity of a teen-ager.
"Janet!" he called.
His wife burst into the kitchen from the direction of the bedroom, his blonde, clean-limbed wife wearing only white undies, dancing into his arms.
As he crushed her to him, his nostrils filled with the odor of woman. Not perfume, woman.
Apparently she had just arrived home, and had not yet bathed.
Her big titties squashed hotly against him, burning through his shirt.
Then her hand slithered between them. Her fingers curled about his cock.
"Take it out," she whispered.
He laughed. "Janet, what's come over you?"
"I want you to fuck me," his wife said. He laughed all the harder. "Where are the kids."
"Billy's upstairs. Sally's out buying steak."
"If Billy's upstairs we can't-" She tore away from him. 'Then piss on you, Ed Barth!"
She went with angry switches of her behind, which was clad in loose, transparent nylon that did little to restrain the lurches of her big buttocks. She tore open the fridge and brought out a pitcher of dry martinis, his favorite anaesthetic. She poured the colorless liquid into two long-stemmed glasses.
He asked, "Honey, is something the matter?"
"Yes. You're keeping your prick in hiding, like you don't love me."
"But, baby, you said that Billy's upstairs. Besides, it's afternoon. I mean, it's still daylight. Later on . . . "
She gave him his glass. Sipping her drink, she gazed up at him, eyes narrowed. Her free hand was cupped on an outthrusting breast. She rubbed it voluptuously. He saw the nipple grow, poking the material of her bra out between her fingers.
"Janet, you're being lewd!" He was less shocked than amused.
His grins and chuckles seemed to infuriate her.
She snapped, "You haven't seen anything yet, Ed Barth!" She curled an arm behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She ripped the harness away with a sweeping gesture. Her two big red-capped melons spilled free. They wobbled as she moved to the kitchen table. She hung the bra on a chair and picked up a tray of cheese hors d'oeuvres.
"Come on," she said, and led him to the living room.
He frowned, not understanding at all. Could this be his sweet, demure, mild, timid wife, Janet?
In this mood she reminded him of his first wife, Madge, the mother of Billy and Sally.
She pointed to his special chair. He dropped into it. She set the hors d'oeuvres on the arm of the chair and stepped back, glaring at him, her nude titties quivering.
He noted that her transparent panties concealed not a square inch of her cunt hair. Dampness made the nylon cling to the twin bulges of her pussylips.
Sipping her drink, she paced the living room. Her titties lurched as she walked.
Why had she taken off her bra? What was she up to?
She said, "Ed, I'm sick of being a salesman's widow."
He guessed his question was answered. She said, "A family needs a husband and father."
He munched a cheese tidbit and sipped his drink while Janet paced and her titties jiggled about. He thought what a pair of beauties they were, and how fantastically sensual she seemed, despite her show of anger.
Abruptly she whipped out of the room, leaving him to stew in his own juices.
To herself, Janet admitted that her anger at Ed had been an act, at least after the spate of rage in the kitchen.
Now she meant to keep him at arm's length, slowly build tension until his throbbing cock dominated him.
In the bedroom she dipped a finger into her cunt and dabbed some vaginal drool under her armpits, just to be sure the odor got to him.
Then she slipped into a thin, daffodil-colored summer dress cut low in front. No bra. Her nipples poked pegs in the material and her aureoles showed through like dark saucers.
She had to move fast. April had phoned her at the office and said she knew Billy and Sally fucked together. Janet had told April to mind her own business. But the little bitch might phone Ed before Janet had a chance to initiate him into the new family sex setup.
She heard Sally arrive home and rush into the living room, crying out to her father.
Shortly the girl came into Janet's room.
Janet outlined her battle plan in terse whispers. "Take off your undies, darling. Wear a thin dress. We'll start him thinking sex, sex, sex. After supper Billy and I will go out somewhere, leaving you to seduce your father."
"Janet, I feel kind of shaky. I mean, I jumped on Daddy's lap just now and kissed him. His prick is so hard! Like a hammer handle!"
"I told you, it's no thicker than Billy's. It will fit into you. Now go pretty yourself up but don't bathe. I want him to smell female sweat and hot cunt on both of us."
Sally dashed upstairs.
Janet delayed dinner to give Ed time to absorb several strong martinis.
When he came to the table and saw that his wife's and daughter's titties were wobbling about more than bras would permit, his dark eyebrow raised toward his hairline. He did not remark on the girls' appearance but he certainly looked puzzled.
Janet served a bottle of wine with the steaks, a light, summery rose that went down like water.
Ed and Billy were discussing baseball, especially the Sox' chances for the pennant. Ed's voice was loud now. He was selling the Sox as fervently as if touting his company's wares to a client.
He was getting smashed.
To make sure, Janet topped off dinner with brandy, smooth, expensive stuff that slid down Ed's gullet like syrup.
He sat in his favorite chair sipping the delicious brandy and smoking a cigar his wife had thoughtfully provided.
Janet had gone out to do some shopping, taking Billy with her.
The steak had been excellent, the wine divine, and Ed loved being here in the bosom of his family, with his sexy wife-his cock still stood proudly erect-and his son who might one day make a pro baseball player-this would please Ed no end-and his sweet little daughter, who suddenly seemed less little than she had been.
In fact, she reminded him of her mother, Madge.
Madge had been a bit older-not much-when he had first tumbled her on the back seat of his car.
Sally busied herself with bringing him an ash tray, a coaster, a napkin. Her titties moved around provocatively. Even worse, when she dropped down on the couch facing him, her short skirt flipped up and he had a view between her golden thighs to her crotch. He saw no white flash of panties. Instead there was a darkness that looked suspiciously like plain, unadorned pussy hair.
The sight made his cock throb.
Sally began telling him about a werewolf movie she had seen. Her terribly short skirt kept pulling back, and soon he saw the darkness between her legs resolve into the neat furrows of brown hair marking her split.
Suddenly she jumped up, crying, "Daddy, I'm so glad to have you back home!"
Before he knew it she had climbed onto his lap and was hugging him.
She was sitting on his rigid cock.
Holding his brandy in one hand, his cigar in the other, he could not push her away.
"Baby," he said, "you're crushing me."
She pouted. "Daddy, are you hinting that I'm fat? That's not polite."
He grinned. She looked so pretty, impish, dimple-cheeked, blue-eyed, that he could not help but hug her, despite the risk of spilling his brandy.
She said, "Daddy, I'm going to sit here until you agree."
She snuggled down in his arms. "Agree to what."
"To quit traveling."
He chuckled. "So, it's a conspiracy! You and Janet."
"Exactly."
She cuddled up closer. Ed, thoroughly relaxed now, did not protest, but sipped his brandy and smoked his cigar, quite enjoying the feeling of his daughter's ass against his cock.
She was so much like Madge that for a moment he dreamed this was years ago, and he was loving it up with his bride-to-be.
He salved his conscience by blaming his erection on Janet's lewd actions.
But his rod did not wilt. In fact, the warmth of Sally's bottom seemed to harden it.
She said, "We need you at home to keep us out of trouble."
He frowned. "What kind of trouble?"
"You know."
He glanced sharply at her, wondering about the implications of her remark. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips moist and parted. He thought she looked voluptuous beyond her years. Glancing down, he noted that her dress top had pulled askew, exposing half of a white breast and a segment of the red aureole. The sight made him lick suddenly feverish lips.
Her tittie was not large, but neither had Madge's been at this age. All the same, Sally's luscious white breast excited him.
He would insist that Janet make the girl wear a bra."
Still, it was pleasant holding her. He took another sip of brandy and a pull from his cigar, which had gone out. Sally produced the ash tray and disposed of the cigar. She seemed to squirm her ass on his rod during this maneuver, and when she had completed it he felt a continuing motion.
It felt damn good.
He finished his brandy. She disposed of the glass.
Ed drifted gradually into what he later viewed as a silken trap, a gossamer web of female intrigue.
A sweet and yet pungent odor made him glance at her legs, which were hung over the left chair arm. Her indecently short skirt had pulled back. He gazed at the tuft of brown hair on her mound, and saw the curve of it split into the furrows in her crotch.
He stared, aware that liquor had drowned his inhibitions, that he was gazing lustfully at his daughter's cunt.
Her creamy soft lips were pressed against his neck.
He dared not move for fear of disrupting this delicious situation.
Not even when her lips slithered up his cheek to his mouth. Soft fingers drew his chin, turning his head. A dewy kiss palpitated on his lips.
He responded by thrusting in his meaty tongue.
He didn't know what justifications he was using to quiet his conscience at this point. That Sally was really Madge-that this was Janet's doing, teasing him and then leaving-that martinis, wine, and brandy had dissolved his will. But most certainly he was kissing his daughter. She was avidly sucking his tongue and her ass now moved rhythmically on his hard cock.
The feeling drove him wild.
What had happened? Why was she arching up? Where had her hand gone? Was she pulling his zipper tab? He heard the metallic sound as it opened, and then he felt a little hand curl about his cock.
Before he knew what was happening, his daughter's wet crotch had split on the knob of his prick.
His hips were jerking, out of control, hammering his prong upward into a hot openness.
Sally wriggled, squirmed, rotated, sank slowly. Still sitting sideways on him, her legs hung over the chair arm, she engulfed his cock.
Their kiss broke. They clung to each other as she lowered, impaling herself on his rampant prick. It slid up the curve of her vagina and at last stood throbbing in the liquid suction of her cunt.
"Oh, Daddy," she moaned. "Your prick feels so stiff and long inside me! I just love it!"
This was insanity. He made a move to get up. His lurching thrust only buried his prick deeper in his daughter's seething cunt.
She gripped him feverishly.
Groaning, he let his body have its way, humping upward, jogging his rod in his daughter's clutching pussy.
He saw that her dress had twisted askew more than before, exposing an entire red-capped tittie. He cupped his hand on it.
He had to face the fact that he was fucking Sally, his own daughter.
Then the whole unreal situation exploded.
The phone was ringing in the hall.
Sally was in seventh heaven, squirming on her father's rigid tool. She had it inside her! Not all of it because sitting sideways on him was an awkward position. But she had succeeded in seducing him and her cunt was pulling through a hot little come when the phone rang.
"Phone!" he choked.
"No, no," Sally whimpered, surging now on the stiff meat that skewered her belly. He was struggling to rise. She didn't dare let him, not until he had shot his load into her, then the deed would be done.
"Phone!" he cried, raising up, a large and strong man, tumbling her off him.
She knew the phone was only an excuse. But he had pitched her out of the chair and she bumped down on the floor, watching him swing away toward the hall.
She scrambled to her feet and raced after him.
He had the phone to his ear. He said, "April? Your name sounds familiar-"
Sally tore the phone from his hand and buried the receiver in her hair, muffling the girl's screechy voice.
April said, "Mr. Barth, I want to tell you that Billy and Sally fuck all the time!"
Sally said, "April, darling, I'll see you later. Right now I'm busy."
She dropped the phone into its cradle.
She gazed at her father's dripping cock. The organ protruded from his fly like a giant dark bone capped with a flaring red-purple knot. From the split hung a strand of clear lubricant.
He stared wild-eyed at her, panting.
She knew that the magic spell had been broken. She had to regain it. She moved into his arms, fisting the slimy prick, kneading it as she nuzzled his throat.
"Sally, listen, baby-"
"Daddy, it's all your fault. You went away, leaving us alone, abandoning us. This is all your doing."
"I don't understand . . . "
He was not supposed to understand. Her accusation was meant to confuse him, to give her time to knead his cock, scoop his balls out of his pants and roll them tenderly in the palm of her hand.
"You've got to stop," he groaned. Raising her skirt, she stood on tiptoes and tucked his cock between her legs. He was too tall for her to get it up her cunt, but she could hold it trapped in the vise of her thighs.
"Daddy, if you love me, you'll do what I want."
"Baby, I do love you but not-"
The standing position was bending his cock. Her toes ached. This was no good. She slipped off, and, holding his prick in a firm grip, led him toward the bedroom he shared with Janet.
There she tore his pants down, hobbling him. She skinned out of her dress.
His gaze was anguished but his cock stuck out a foot.
She removed his clothes. He seemed entirely disoriented now. She even dallied, hugging him, rubbing her titties in his soft, dark chest hair before taking him to bed.
There she fell on her back, holding his arms, drawing him into the spread of her legs. She saw his long prick angle down at her hairy crotch, saw his scrotum hanging against the stem, an oversized ball on each side. Slowly he lowered. Her legs climbed to wrap around her father's waist as he squeezed his fat cockhead into her split.
He choked, "This is terrible!"
But the knob sank into her, slowly spreading the walls of her vagina.
She discovered an unusual view. They were sideways on the bed. Looking down between their bodies she saw the dresser mirror. There the image of his white ass was poised over her plump, upturned one. She saw his heart-shaped ball sac, and the long rod extending to her split, the knob buried in the ovaled lips.
His cockhead throbbed in the portals of her cunt.
Her belly was roiling toward orgasm but that mattered less than the fact of what was occurring. There, in the mirror, she saw the abundant black hair in her father's ass crack, his dangling scrotum, his long, darkish cock glistening, the head out of sight within her, her hairy cuntlips hugging the shank. There in the mirror was proof. Beyond the fact of a cock squeezing into her hole, she could see her father fucking her.
He sank down, cutting off her view, and she felt the throbbing meat slide up her vagina.
She seized a pillow and stuck it under her head to raise her line of vision over his back. The mirror showed his hips jammed into the spread of her thighs.
He raised, drawing his dripping prick out of her hole. Her open red cuntlips were now in view, clinging to his stem. He dropped, his scrotum curtaining her twat, at last falling into the crack of her ass.
"I hate myself," Ed groaned.
She turned her attention to him, caressing his shoulders, kissing his cheek.
"Daddy, it had to happen. Janet and I decided." . "Janet?" he cried.
"Yes. You are going to become our kind of husband, and father. And lover." Confident now, Sally went on. "We're going to keep you here with us, instead of letting you go out on the road chasing girls."
"I don't chase girls!"
"Never?"
He was silent.
Sally smiled. "Well, you're not going to chase any more girls. You have two hot pussies at home and we are going to keep you busy fucking."
Saying this, she heeled his spine and began heaving upward on his cock, drawing her vaginal sphincter in firmly on it, stripping off as she fell.
He could not resist this. His hunching movements began, counter to hers, rising until his knob rested in her sloshy cuntlips, then plunging down to meet her rise.
"Daddy!" she cried. "Your cock is just wonderful!"
He grunted, flagging at her, doing it hard, as though to ream her tender vagina and make her wish she had not taken on a man-sized cock. But Sally's vagina was slippery and loose, looser than she had ever imagined it, and she took the whole shaft, gulped it in and wrung it and milked it.
She looked again at the mirror, watching his ass lift, exposing his drooling cock and wet balls, and her wide-open red gash, which pulsed eagerly in expectation of being filled again. Her plump ass looked wide in comparison to his, partly because it was spread, while he clenched his buttocks to drive his long prick into her.
"Take that," he growled, forcing it into the depths of her belly. "You want it, well, it's a big cock!"
"I love it!" she cried, shuddering through a quirky little orgasm. "It's already made me come about three times."
"You little slut!"
She whispered, "But you love me, Daddy. Don't deny it."
He groaned, driving his cock deep into his daughter's body.
Then Sally felt him begin to get his gun. His movements were harder, less fluid, his organ stiffening unbelievably, a stony length that would have torn her cunt if it were not tipped by so plump and velvety a cushion.
She heard the squishing of her hole. In the mirror she saw that her ass was gleaming with wetness, and so was the ball sac thrashing against it.
She saw little more. It all melted into a rosy cloud of orgasm that flooded her being.
She heard her father shout as he raised up, bucking hard, his balls whacking her ass.
Then the first jolt struck her, like buckshot flying up her cunt.
She was screaming and thrashing about, banging her heels on his buttocks as the cannon-like cock rammed to the heart of her cunt, spewing, spurting, filling her hole.
In the mirror she saw the white stuff dribble down her hairy cuntlips into her ass crack.
Still he fired.
And she demanded, "Daddy, tell me that you like fucking me!"
"I love it," Ed Barth moaned, spurting his last shots into his daughter's yawning cunt.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ed Barth could not quite believe that he was lying naked in his bed, holding his nude daughter in his arms.
His limp cock was sticky with her drying cunt juices.
She kissed his cheek. He stroked her rosy tits, then fingered her soft twat to make sure that his little daughter was now a hairy-pussied girl-woman whose hole had consumed his lusty prick.
How could he face Janet?
That moment of truth soon arrived.
He heard Janet's voice in the bedroom doorway. He sat up with a jerk.
There stood Janet and Billy, grinning at him.
Curiously, Billy's arm was about Janet's waist. She pressed against him as though they were lovers.
"Well!" Janet said, smiling broadly. "Sally, how was it?"
"Strictly yummy," she answered.
Janet moved from Billy. Ed, his mouth agape, saw his wife twist an arm behind herself and zip her dress open. She shucked it over her head and tossed it on a chair, reducing her apparel to transparent panties.
Her big breasts looked swollen, the red tips puffed out as though fully aroused.
She bent over to peel down her panties, saying, "Sally, I must talk to your father. Leave us alone for a while, will you?"
Ed saw his son gaze fondly at Janet, showing no surprise at being permitted to view her bare tits or her hairy pussy.
Ed got the picture. Not that it was believable. But he got it.
Sally slipped out of bed, grabbed Billy's hand, and led him away.
Janet replaced her on the bed. Abruptly she ducked down to Ed's crotch and gobbled his limp cock into her mouth.
His organ pulsed and began to grow.
* * *
Sally led her brother into the living room. They dropped down on the couch. Following habit, her hand moved to his genitals. She caressed his lengthening prick.
She cried, "You've got your hard-on again!"
Grinning, he said, "I guess sleeping all afternoon rebuilt me."
"Take your shorts off."
He skinned out of them. Sally delighted on seeing his thick cock rise up gleaming with tautness. The sight of it made her bend down, wetting her lips. She suckered the head.
He asked, "How did it go with Dad?"
"Easy. Of course, Janet had set it up by teasing him and filling him with booze. Gosh but his prick is hard!"
"Do you like it better than mine?"
"You silly, Billy! I adore your tool." She opened her mouth and gulped it in. Drawing off noisily, she raised up and nuzzled Billy's throat. She kneaded his erection and said thoughtfully, "I think we've got it made. If that shitty April will only shut up. She phoned. I held her off. She mustn't get to Daddy until Janet has him under control."
He growled, "I'll flatten April's head."
"It might be better if we play it cool, even try another bed triangle with her. I mean, it was fun, the three of us together."
"Janet says we should keep our fucking in the family."
"Still, it might be smarter."
Billy's cock now throbbed in her hand. Sally wanted it stuck up her cunt but now her thoughts turned to Janet and her father.
Curiosity got the better of her. Taking Billy's hand, she led him to the hall. They crept toward the master bedroom. The door was ajar, cutting off their view of the bed. Sally peered into the crack between door and jamb. Something was hanging on the inside. She ducked down below it. Kneeling, she could see the bed clearly.
Janet was holding Daddy's big cock in both hands. She was sucking it so strongly that her cheeks molded in to the shape of it.
Ed whispered, "Honey, don't you want me to do something for you?"
Without answering or pausing in gulping at the mighty prick, Janet knee-walked about in a semicircle, ending kneeling astride him, and lowered her cunt to his face.
Ed's red tongue protruded, waiting for his wife's gash to reach it.
Excited, Sally reached behind herself, feeling for Billy's cock. Seizing the lusty organ, she dropped lower. Billy quickly got the idea. She felt him spread the cheeks of her ass to make for easier insertion.
Just as Billy's knob sludged into the entrance to her vagina, Sally saw her father's tongue lash the length of Janet's cunt. The girl's big rump jerked, then lowered into a fuck motion, working her gash back and forth on his tongue.
Sally backed on the cockhead that was sliding up her vagina. She grunted as it filled her and her buttocks squashed into his loins. She slowly circled her ass as the meaty cock churned her hole.
She was panting loudly. The pair on the bed seemed too engrossed in their sucking and lapping to notice. Janet rose and fell rapidly on the towering cock, sucking it loudly while Ed laved her crotch from clit to anus with his tongue.
Groaning, Sally reached under herself and seized Billy's swinging scrotum, held it against her split as her brother pumped strongly into her cunt.
The scene before her began to blur, then turn red. She was coming, she knew. If she continued watching her parents mouth each other's genitals, she would explode with orgiastic shrieks.
She squirmed away, crawling off of Billy's cock.
"Upstairs," she whispered hoarsely.
* * *
In Billy's room Sally dropped quickly on the bed, spreading her legs and raising them. Billy wasted no time in mounting her and jabbing his thick red cock into her slippery hole.
She sighed with pleasure at the practiced ease of his insertion. The familiar bulk curved up her vagina as easily as she might stick her finger into her mouth. He lowered into the circle of her arms, his warm chest touching her titties, his prick easing to the very depths of her belly.
Sally squirmed, adjusting her cunt to the hard length that filled it. She crossed her legs on his back.
The orgasm she had started downstairs had quieted. Billy began humping. Feeling lazy now, and knowing they had all the time in the world, Sally just lay there clinging to Billy, letting him ream her hole.
But soon her vagina was sucking at the stiff meat, closing up as he drew out, making him force an entry on each thrust.
Very slowly her orgasm returned, a curiously undemanding pulsing of her belly. She was sufficiently relaxed that she could just lie there and let it happen to her.
Her belly gathered into a sloshy, ill-defined knot, placidly roiling about itself and sucking
Billy's tool, then running tremors back and forth on the stem. This resolved into squishy closures alternating with loose yawns.
These slow pulsing were new to her. Each yawn seemed wider, each inward pull more voluptuous.
Then blood was pounding in her temples. She raised her hips sluggishly to meet his plunging prick, hard lifts, but not desperate, not erratic. Very sure movements.
The knot inside her did not burst. It gushed, spilled hotly out of her cunt and trickled down her ass.
As she wallowed through the last sweet surges, Billy kissed the sweat of orgasm from her face.
Then, lying quietly in the cradle of her thighs, he said, "I was thinking, we should let Dad and Janet be alone this evening."
"You mean, we'll just stay here in your room and fuck?"
"If you want to."
She felt his prick throb inside her.
There was nothing in the world she wanted more than to spend the evening on her back, her legs wrapped around her brother's waist, her cunt stuffed full of cock
* * *
The next morning Billy awoke late, alone.
Downstairs he found a note from Sally on the sink drain board amid a clutter of breakfast dishes.
Your turn to wash. See you later. S.
Still feeling groggy, he made bacon and eggs for himself, ate, washed the dishes, put on shorts and got his baseball glove.
He went to the ball park and watched a game already in progress, while musing over his delicious evening with Sally, watching the portable TV in his room between screws, listening to the sounds downstairs, laughter and the loud creaking of bedsprings, then more laughter.
Later he pitched. He did well enough. He had his strength back. But at home that noon he felt lethargic and yet uneasy. He kept wondering what April might do next. Well, her poison was nullified as far as his father and Janet were concerned.
Still, April had a bagful of shitty tricks.
In mid-afternoon Janet drove up. Billy went to the kitchen to meet her. Janet was peeling her dress over her head, saying, "Billy, this weather is suffocating!"
"You're home early."
She tossed the dress on the table and unhooked her bra.
She said, "I quit work ahead of time. I couldn't keep my mind on it. I should have taken the day off and gone with your father and Sally. They're swimming out at the lake." She stripped the bra from her sweaty tits, asking, "Aren't you going to give me a kiss?"
He grinned and hugged her. Her hot tits felt good against his bare chest. He kissed her. Janet sucked his tongue into her mouth.
He grabbed her buttocks and lifted her against him.
He whispered, "I feel horny all of a sudden. Do you want a little?"
"Uh-huh. But I'm dripping sweat. I must bathe. Come shower with me. Okay?"
Slipping from him, she scooped up her dress and bra. Billy unbuttoned his shorts and dropped them, then followed his stepmother's wagging ass into the bedroom.
When she stooped to peel down her panties, he cupped his hands under her tits. He liked the way they hung out when she bent over. He hefted their weight, thumbing the nipples to stiff erection.
He asked, "Was it good last night?"
"Billy, it was glorious. Your father said he never got it up six times in his life before. My pussy was sore by the time he got done with it." She grasped his cock and led him by the stiffening organ into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and they both stepped into the stall under a lukewarm spray.
This kind of bathing was something else, Billy thought.
When they had lathered each other he hugged her, laughing as her titties slid about his chest. Then he crouched and made her bow her legs. He slid his cock into her split, which was even more slippery than the soapsuds.
She was plenty hot. Crouched like that, he fucked her with short jabs until she groaned through a little orgasm that turned her face beet red.
Just then the kitchen door slammed open.
His father called, "Janet, Billy, we're home!"
Janet replied, "We're in the shower."
The two came romping into the bathroom. They paused in the doorway, in their bathing suits, Ed's arm around Sally.
Billy's cock had slipped out. It protruded, glistening with cunt-juice and spattered with suds.
Everybody laughed.
Billy found it difficult to face his father at first, but he soon saw that everything had changed. Ed Barth no longer gave a damn about their frustrating old habits.
Ed's hand was cupped on Sally's right tit. Billy watched his father peel down the bikini bra on that side, popping her rosy boob into view. He tweaked the sharp little nipple.
Billy felt Janet's hand close on his stiff cock.
The shower still sprinkled tepid water on them. It was a strange moment, standing there with Janet fondling his cock, watching his father toy with Sally's exposed tittie. Sally was obviously enjoying it. Ed and Sally looked a bit sunburned, and seemed brimming over with joy after their afteroon of swimming together as if on a date.
Grinning, Ed said, "We were going to make lemonade. We're thirsty after the hot drive home. But maybe there's room in that shower for all four of us. Then lemonade. What say, gang?"
Janet laughed. "We'll be squeezed together but I don't suppose anybody will mind that."
Ed released Sally and peeled down his bathing trunks, stretching them out over the bone-hard projection of his cock. As Billy would have expected, Sally clutched the long-stemmed prick as soon as it was revealed. It was quite a horn, as long as Sally's forearm and capped with a knob like her fist. She gripped the shank of it while trying to squirm out of her bikini.
Janet giggled, "Sally, you need both hands to undress."
But Sally made it. Naked, she and her father crowded into the stall, where she immediately grabbed Billy's cock. Thus she held a prick in each hand while the rest of the Barth family passed the soap around and lathered each other.
They were all laughing when a voice called out in the kitchen.
"Ed Barth!"
Billy had not heard his mother's voice in years. But he instantly recognized it.
"Madge!" Ed Barth gasped.
The four in the shower stood transfixed as Madge, Billy and Sally's mother, appeared in the bathroom doorway.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Billy saw his mother as a grown-up version of Sally, very pretty, with the same reddish-brown hair and big blue eyes. She was only a little taller than her daughter, but her body was something else. Her thrusting tits were even bigger than Janet's, her waist fine, her hips and thighs lusty.
She choked, "Ed Barth, you pig! You-you foul, obscene, disgusting, lewd, indecent pig!"
The naked foursome in the shower stall gaped at her.
Madge switched to Janet. "You slut, you whore! You perverted these poor innocent children!" .
Ed protested, "Madge, just a moment-"
"Pig!" she screamed. "Incestuous pig! Thank
God for telephones. That girl, April, phoned me last night. I knew she was telling the truth-she had gotten my address from Sally's address book-thank God for airplanes! Well, I'm here to take charge of this filthy nest of vipers!"
Ed moved into action, leaving the stall, grabbing Madge's arms and propelling her out to the kitchen.
They all scampered out of the bathroom. Billy raced upstairs and grabbed a pair of shorts from his closet.
The house seemed to shake to the din of his mother's screaming.
He guessed he could ride out the storm. But he had to help his family face her.
Downstairs, he found Madge seated at the kitchen table, red with anger and pretty much out of control.
Janet had put on a bathrobe and Sally a dress.
Madge groaned, "Naked, the whole lot of you were naked, showering together . . . "
Ed said, "Madge, you washed your hands of us years ago. It's not your business."
"Not my business? My children are not my business?"
"You abandoned them. You ran off with that musician."
"Whose fault was that, Ed Barth? I was married too young-married because you got me pregnant. I'm still only thirty-one. I'll probably be a grandmother at thirty-two. My God, I never imagined-"
"You need a drink," Ed said.
"I need two drinks. Vodka."
Ed, still naked, opened the liquor cabinet and made drinks.
"I think I will die," Madge said.
Janet put in, "Sally, we were going to make lemonade. Let's. I'll put a drop of gin in mine."
Madge snarled, "I suppose you give the kids gin, too?"
"No," Ed said. "But I'll tell you something, Madge. The night I first met you, you and I drank gin out of a bottle."
"I was seventeen!"
"Fifteen."
"Sixteen, maybe."
"Fifteen, or you're lying about your age."
"I was sixteen when we drank gin, and mature for my age."
Ed grinned. "You lie all the time, Madge."
"You bastard!"
Billy gathered that his father was picking an argument in order to deflect Madge's rage.
She turned on Janet. "You're the depraved one. Ed alone would never had started this orgy stuff. He's a fool, but not a pervert."
"He's a good husband and father," Janet said firmly.
"I'm going to the police."
Ed said, "That's just like you, Madge, willing to destroy your children by public exposure. After abandoning them-"
"Oh, balls," Madge said. "Well, I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to stay here and straighten you out. Let's see, the guest bedroom is in the back hall, isn't it?"
Ed explained that he had long since torn out the wall between the two downstairs bedrooms, making a single master bedroom of the space.
"Then, upstairs? I suppose Sally sleeps with Billy? So that leaves an empty room?"
There was no immediate answer.
Finally Billy decided to intervene, saying, "Yes, Sal'y sleeps with me."
Madge screamed as though stabbed.
Billy went upstairs to help Sally move her things to his room.
* * *
Billy sat on the edge of his bed watching Sally rearrange his drawers to make room for stacks of her bras, panties, blouses, and shorts.
Madge had brought her suitcase to Sally's room, then stamped downstairs again, exploding. The words Billy heard most were "perverted" and "incest".
Sally shut the drawer and turned to him. She patted hair back from her sweaty forehead, then came to the bed and sat beside him. As always, her hand fell on his genitals.
Caressing his cock, she said, "Everything is sort of ruined, isn't it? I mean, Daddy and I had a lovely time swimming today at the lake, like, you know, he was young, just a guy, not a father. But now this!"
"Well, you're moving in with me. That's the greatest!"
She rubbed her forehead on his chin. "It's the best, but Mother-oh, damn that April for phoning her!" She unzipped his fly and dug out his cock, saying, "Mother won't let us, will she?"
She quieted, hearing her father yell, "Madge, that's my business!"
Sally rose and went to the door, shut and locked it. Then, stripping off her dress, she returned to the bed. She climbed on Billy without ceremony, pushing him down on his back and fisting his stiffening prick.
He watched his sister kneel astride him, her thighs forming a wide angle over his up-thrust cock. The hairy furrows of her pussylips were snugly pressed together.
He was usually too excited at the moment of penetration to observe the workings of his sister's cunt. But now, keyed up by their mother's presence, he gazed fixedly at the furry joining of her thighs.
Sally was in a playful mood. She rubbed his cockhead on her satiny thighs just below her crotch.
She giggled, "If Mother could see this, she'd die!"
"Is that why you're doing it?"
"Yes, but since you're now my roommate, I feel like I have the right to climb onto it whenever I feel like it. You don't mind me being on top, do you?"
"It's fair enough to take turns."
"I like it best on my back, when you fuck me right down into the bed, but this feels good afterward, like I've fucked you, I've done something. See?"
He nodded. He had noted a certain edge to her voice. She was unnerved by fear that Mother might end their loving.
He guessed they had better screw now, while they had the chance.
Sally lowered an inch and daintily moved his cockhead, circling her twat, teasing the knob through her hair, down and around her cuntlips. She did this twice. He observed the change. Her outer lips swelled, pushing apart, forming a long oval. A line of coral came into view, still veiled by curly brown hair. She circled his knob through her silky hair until her lips had spread to a teardrop within which he could see her pink slit.
He had seen her finger her cunt open, but here there was no pressure, merely the teasing nearness of his prick. Clearly, this was like his erections, an engorgement of the tissues that in the female forced her lips to spread apart. He saw the inner ones now, turgid, glistening, opening flower petals, pink-tinged red, brackets shadowing the darkness of her hole.
She tucked his cockhead into the dewy aperture. Immobile, he watched her vaginal entrance enlarge. She lowered to the purplish head of his cock, notching her slit onto it. She raised off again, leaving the knob glossy with her juice.
His gaze slid up her sucked-in belly to her breasts. The crowns were engorged to cones. He had not touched them. This arousal was like the distension of her cuntlips, arising from heat within her.
Again she pressed down on his cockhead, just barely touching it, toying with it. He thought this a tender moment, demonstrating her love and trust in him. He could not let Madge disrupt this. He and Sally would room together, share drawers, bed, closet. They would shower together and piss together, if they felt like it. Together they would face the world.
How could he stop Madge?
Of course, Dad and Janet would know better how to cope with her.
Sally seemed unperturbed by such thoughts. She sank down, her cunt engulfing his cockhead. He saw the glistening coral ring squeeze his stem, gulping at it.
Wriggling her hips a little, Sally continued lowering, impaling her slight body on the stiff meat that rose from his loins like a post. Wet pulls inside her sucked it, kneaded it, and re-formed to fit his contours. He expected to see the shape of his cock outlined on her belly. But as always she was more woman than he expected, easily taking the whole cylinder of meat. Only a stump of cock now showed between her open twat and his pubic hair. Then, with a sigh, she let go, mashing down on him, and he could no longer see her gash, only her red-brown cunt hair flattening into his blond ruff.
She leaned to him, bracing her hands on his shoulders, her inner body roiling on the cock that filled her.
She moved little except for the sucking of her cunt. Her eyelids sagged. Her gaze seemed to turn inward, studying her body's squeezing and laving and fluttering on his prick.
The moment hung suspended in time. He watched his sister rock, rotate her hips, then pause to savor the throbbing of his tool.
Downstairs, voices again raised to shouts.
Sally frowned. He knew she was thinking of the threat posed by Madge. But soon her face smoothed. She was panting now, moving more urgently on him, as though riding a horse.
Suddenly it caught her. She flung down on him, moaning. Looking over her shoulder, he saw her white asscheeks rise, wrenching, and then slam down. Her ass was moving, jerking swiftly. "Now?" he asked.
She nodded. Her hips rotated, rubbing her open split on his pubes, and her cunt pulled through long, gulping surges, swiftly milking his cock. He began thrusting. His cock was a yard long and growing, swelling as it strained under the pressure of a load of jism trying to escape.
He was on fire, heaving at her, then crying out as he spewed into his sister's cunt.
His wet cock whipped wildly about in Sally's cavernous hole, geysering, more and more come spurting.
The last explosion left them limp.
Sally was trying or laughing softly in his ear.
They heard Madge's voice downstairs, shrieking, "But it's incest!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Somehow supper took place, a strained meal, but polite.
Ed and Janet sat at the ends of the table, Billy and Sally on one side facing their mother.
Billy observed that the parental trio was more relaxed now, probably from the vodka they had drunk. There were even a few jokes.
As he ate, he eyed his mother.
Yes, she looked like a grown-up Sally, but he could pick out her personal qualities, a sharpness of gaze, determined clenchings of her fist and a tightening of her mouth when she made a point. She was a decisive woman. He knew that she supported herself as a designer of fabrics-women's clothes and upholstery, things like that. The dress she wore had the red-brown of her hair in it, and gold and slate blue, a tangle of colors that Billy guessed she had designed herself.
But something else caught his attention. Her dress was summer-style, with narrow shoulder straps. Between her upper arms and chest he saw wisps of hair protruding from her armpits.
Somehow it excited him. That and her breasts, which were like a pair of footballs pointing across the table at him.
The conversation consisted of the weather, polite inquiries about Billy's baseball playing, Madge's visit to a Texas clothing manufacturer who bought her designs, and of how hard it was to get a drink in that state.
All the while, Billy wondered about his mother's armpit hair. He had thought all women shaved there.
After dinner Billy and Sally escaped to the community pool, which was open all evening under floodlights during late summer.
Fortunately, April was not there. He would have wrung her neck.
They chose a roundabout route homeward through the park, in unlighted, shady areas where they could walk with their arms about each other like lovers, and stop occasionally for a kiss.
They arrived home at eleven, found their father alone watching the last inning of the TV baseball game. Janet was in her room, Madge upstairs.
Billy sat with his father until the last batter had struck out, then asked, "What about Mother?"
"I'll tell you something strange, Billy. A couple of days ago I couldn't have said this. But now it seems we've disposed of a lot of barriers. Well, your mother was rightly upset. I don't blame her. In fact I forgive her. The reason, I guess, is that I still love her."
Billy gasped. "But Janet?"
"Oh, she's part of my body. I couldn't stop loving her any more than I could Sally, or you. But Madge has her qualities. She's very clever with her hands. Not only does she do well at fabric designing, but she's a superb cook. Do you know, Billy, I almost wish I could have two wives."
Billy guessed his father had had too much to drink.
As they watched the late TV news the house stilled. Water stopped running in the bathrooms. The shuffle of feet died. The Barth females were settling down for the night.
Janet's bedroom was dark when" Billy went upstairs. In Sally's room, where Madge was boarding, only the green low of the night light showed. His room was dark. He entered and saw Sally sprawled across the bed, sound asleep.
He stripped off his T-shirt. He was unbuttoning his shorts when he heard a whisper in the doorway.
"Billy, I want to talk to you."
His mother stood there. Quickly he re-buttoned his shorts and followed her into Sally's room. There she dropped down on the bed against a stack of Sally's pillows.
Despite the dimness of the murky green light, he could see that she was wearing only a bra and panties.
She said, "I packed so hurriedly, I forgot nightgowns. Sit on the bed."
He sat gingerly, keeping his gaze from her because her undies hid very little.
She said in a low voice, "This has been a terrible shock to me. All this . . . incest. What do you think of it?"
He choked, "At first it seemed wrong, but it isn't. It's like everything is great now."
"I was thinking-if I took Sally back to Arizona with me-"
"No!"
"But I can do a lot for her. I can provide a good school, she'll meet interesting people that I know, there's horseback riding if she wants-"
"She'd die!"
Madge turned to the dresser for cigarettes. Billy gazed at her transparent undies. Huge, dark aureoles showed through her bra, and the shadow of her bush filled most of her panties. Reaching exposed her left armpit. A hairy fluff filled it.
He blurted, "Madge-Mother-don't you shave under your arms?"
She gave a husky laugh. "A boy friend once told me he thought armpit hair was sexy. I decided he was right."
"Do you have many boy friends?"
"Only one at a time. My disc jockey has another girl' right now, leaving me zero, except for a nice fabric man in Texas. I've vaguely thought of moving there. But he's married." She lit her cigarette, studying him. "Billy, there's a strange feel about this house. Despite the filthy sexing around, it's somehow comforting. Like you people love each other."
He did not answer.
She added, "I feel as foreign as a Chinaman." Eyes downcast, he waited.
She said, "But I'm right. All four of you are wrong. I could prove that."
"How?"
"Why, if love equals incest, then I could join the happy throng. And I do love you, God knows. I loved you very much as a child but. . . " She sighed deeply. "I was too young, flighty. Yes, I ran off with a musician, a real bastard. I've had an ache inside me ever since."
Abruptly she raised up, butted out her cigarette, and seized Billy's hands.
She whispered, "You do know that I love you?"
Mute, heart pounding, he felt his mother's hands slip up his wrists, his arms, to his shoulders. She seemed to flow nearer to him.
He became aware of her scent, perfume and something else rising from her armpits, a hot womanliness.
Vaguely he realized that she was trying to shock him, disrupt his family life, ruthlessly break him away from the foursome. He told himself to be cool.
Her cheek touched his, a feather-light brushing. She whispered in his ear, "Maybe you'd like to go back to Arizona with me, instead of Sally going?"
"No. I mean, I can't, Mother-"
"Call me Madge. The mother thing has long since passed. To me you're a person, not a child." Then she said, "Billy, if you won't go, would you like me to stay here?"
"But that-that's impossible!"
Her hands slid down from his shoulders to his chest and caressed his bare flesh.
He tried to draw away but Madge gripped his chest, holding him while her cheek slowly brushed about his face.
She whispered, "I don't want to make trouble for any of you. But. . . "
This was a threat, like April's. He was vulnerable, they all were. He could only sit there feeling his mother's warm breath fan his cheek while he drank in the musky odor of her body.
He felt his cock twitch.
Perhaps curiosity about her armpits made his hands raise to them. He felt the damp, long, silky hair. The bush in each armpit reminded him of Sally's mound tuft. His palms brushed the swelling sides of her breasts. The nylon was sticky, sweated.
Then her head turned and his mother's open mouth closed on his, wet and slippery. A slithering tongue tip probed. He responded, helpless to resist her ministrations, tonguing into her mouth.
As their kiss became stronger, he caressed her armpit silk, then the lush mounds of her bra-firmed tits.
The kiss softened. She whispered in his mouth, "You could take my bra off, Billy."
His hands trembled about her back. She shrank her shoulders to loosen the taut material. He fumbled the hooks free. The strap was jerked from his hands by the weight of her breasts.
He drew the straps off her shoulders, peeled the cups down the long mounds of her tits. The heavy pear shapes were capped with crowns even larger than Janet's. He caressed them and saw the aureoles puff, projecting nipples like thumbs, turgid, rubbery, reminding him almost of a cow's tits. He pulled them while his mother's tongue dove into his mouth and wandered, lashing his palate, his throat, curling down the trough of his tongue.
Then she drew back and her hands raised to his cheeks and pulled his head down to the musky smell of her hairy armpits, down the slopes of her tits, down until a nipple thumbed into his mouth and he sucked it, his lips indenting the puffed flesh of her aureole.
She groaned.
Never had he had such a pair in his hands. Heavy, yet firm and high. He sucked his mouth full, then disgorged the nipple and raised her tits to his cheeks and wallowed between them, rolling them on his ears, his jaw, up to his forehead. Smothering in her enveloping flesh, he moved to an armpit, buried his face in the hot smell of sweat and powerful perfume and woman. It was a cuntlike smell.
He felt her opening his shorts.
She dug out his stiff cock. Then she whispered, "Darling, take my panties off."
She fell from him, back on the pile of pillows. With frantic haste he tore at the waist of her nylon briefs. She arched her back and he ripped them down, baring her belly and a sprawl of cunt hair as big as a hat, a jungle so thick that between her legs he could not see her slit, merely the line of her cuntlip hair.
He tore off his shorts. She drew her legs apart and back. She grasped her knees and widened the spread. As he watched, the thickly haired plump lips of her twat opened, ovaling, displaying a glistening red gash, and at the bottom of the teardrop of drooling flesh, her livid hole.
He mounted her, mounted his mother, sliding his fat cock into her cunt on the first thrust, slipping easily to the very heart of her belly as he lowered his torso to her mounding tits.
Her legs closed about him. She gave a low, choked moan.
"Deeper, Billy!"
He shoved. Her cavernous hole sucked at his stiff cock, swallowed it, gulped at it, then drew in as firmly as did Sally's, quivering and steaming back and forth on his erection.
She nibbled at his ear, curled her tongue into it. She gasped, "Billy, fuck me with that splendid cock! Give me a quick come-fuck me very hard!"
He hammered at her, banging as he never had in his life, hearing her pant frantically, feeling her arch up and whip against him on every stroke. She began to shudder. The sweat of orgasm burst out on her face and neck and tits.
Her heels dug painfully into his back as she rocked and writhed, slamming at him, moaning into his ear.
Then she strained, tight as a piano wire. Suddenly she burst.
She fell limp, her legs dropping down on either side of him.
Billy nuzzled into her hairy armpit. He loved it! He would tell Sally to let her underarm hair grow.
He plowed his mother's flaccid body.
At last she panted, "Billy, I would like you to fuck me all night long. But, darling, you're not going to, because right now I'm going downstairs to tell your father and Janet that I have seduced you, and see where that gets you! I'll shame them, Billy. I'll shame them out of this sick, diseased, incestuous tangle!"
Billy realized that now he had to carry the ball for the whole family.
He backed, leaving only his cockhead in his mother's cunt. He bent down to a tit, licked, and then sucked his mouth full.
He sucked like never before, softly, rhythmically, then hard, wolfing it as though going out of control. He mashed the other tit to him, sucked both nipples into his mouth and began ragging them about, flagging his head and pulling.
"Now wait," she gasped. "That's too much! My titties are very sensitive. Sometimes I can come from having them sucked."
He grinned around his luscious mouthful. He dipped his cock into her yawning cunt, jogged a few times, then hipped back.
She raised, trying to notch onto the escaped organ. Her hips jerked as she strained toward it.
Still he sucked.
"Billy, put it back in! I want your penis! Now stick it into me, do you hear?"
Sucking harder, he gave her a single, long jab, then escaped her clutching cunt.
"Billy, please!"
At last he released her tits from his mouth. He said, "Madge, you're not going to shame anybody. You're going to go downstairs and tell them you love my cock and you want to join our family, and you're going to climb into bed with Dad and Janet."
"No!"
He slid it in but jerked back again before she could lock herself on it.
"Billy!" She was writhing, tossing, flinging her legs about him, trying to hold his prick inside her.
He gave it to her then, and began the wildest ride of his life.
He swung in long arcs, sliding it up the long curve of her vagina. Quickly she sweated through another orgasm, but this time she did not go loose. She jerked all over, her cunt sucking so strongly at his tool that he was for a moment afraid she would milk him out.
He didn't dare let her do that.
He soon decided that his mother was a wonderful fuck, sizzling hot, her cunt a fountain of juice. They were both wet to the navel and his balls seemed to splash when they swatted her upturned ass.
After knocking her through her fourth come, he paused.
He said, "Sally tells me that Dad's prick is longer than mine. Why don't you go downstairs and try it?"
"Please don't talk, Billy. Just shove it into me again!"
"Beg for it."
"Please, please, please fuck me!"
He plunged in again and pumped her through her fifth orgasm. It seemed to knock her bones loose.
She was jelly melting under him, although her cunt still drew at his cockhead.
That was when he pulled out. He climbed off her and stood beside the bed.
Madge cried, "Aren't you going to shoot off inside me?"
"Not now. Later tonight, if you want. I'm saving this for my sister." Taking her arms, he raised her from the bed. He said, "You're going downstairs."
She staggered with him to the landing. Tears were streaming down her face. She cried, "Billy, you can't be right! This has to be wrong!"
"Climb into bed with Dad and Janet, and tell them what you think."
She went down the stairs.
Billy felt a hand touch his arm. Sally. Together they watched their mother reach the first floor and face toward the master bedroom.
"Ed!" they heard her whisper.
There was a burst of laughter from their father and Janet.
Ed called, "Come to bed with us, Madge!" Voices, laughter, sobs, all came up from downstairs.
Finally Madge asked, "Do you really want me to?"
"Please," Janet said. Madge disappeared into their room. Billy and his sister turned back into their shared bedroom.
She said, "Billy, do you think Madge will stay with us."
"I hope so."
"Me too. It would make the family sort of complete, wouldn't it?"
When they reached the bed, Sally dropped down, drawing back her nightie and spreading her legs. Billy climbed on. His cock still dripped his mother's cunt-juice when he poked the head into the oozing teardrop shape enclosed within Sally's hairy cuntlips.
He slid in.
Sinking down on her, feeling her arms and legs close about him, he sighed deeply.
His mother was a terrific fuck, but he loved his sister best.
He pumped lazily, feeling in complete control of his cock. He would churn Sally through a few orgasms. After that he could probably go downstairs and plug Janet with the same erection, if he felt like it.
But not tonight.
Tonight belonged to his beloved sister, who was hugging him closer, her hips working.
They fucked slowly, listening to the noise from downstairs, where their trio of parents laughed and giggled as they tumbled about on the big bed in the master bedroom.
