The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, join the neighborhood mate-traders.
Sharon Arnold is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her love of perversity and a depth of passion she never dreamed existed he coiled like snakes, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse them.
LICK IT, SIS! A fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
"Uncle Cliff," Sharon Arnold said with a long face, "you're the only one I can talk to about this. I can't go to mom and dad. Not when they warned me against marrying Tommy all along. They'd just say they told me so and make me feel even worse. I need advice, not that."
"So, you came to me," Cliff replied, puffing on his pipe behind his huge walnut desk, an impressive display of diplomas framed on the paneled wall to his rear.
"It's the only thing that seemed to make sense," Sharon explained. "I've always felt close to you, ever since I was a little girl. But at the same time, you're not just my favorite uncle, you're a doctor too. If you can't understand my problem, who can?"
"Well," Cliff said, "usually I make it a rule not to treat my relatives ..."
Sharon frowned with disappointment as her uncle briefly paused for another puff on his pipe.
"But in your case," he then told her with a warm grin, "I suppose I can make an exception. It's the least a favorite uncle can do for his favorite niece."
Sharon's spirits rebounded. She hurried round the desk to hug and kiss her uncle with gratitude.
"Hmmmmmm," he teased after the kiss, his niece's lipstick smudged on his own lips, "if I can count on a few more of those, guess we can forget about my, uh, regular fee."
"Any time my favorite uncle wants a kiss, I'm the girl," Sharon giggled, always having loved to flirt with her mother's handsome brother.
But then it was time to get serious. With her uncle's gentle coaxing, Sharon settled back into her chair and began her story.
After three months of being Mrs. Tommy Franklin, she revealed, married life had become a nightmare. Her new husband, it seemed, demanded things of her that no normal wife should be expected to do.
"What kinds of things?" Cliff softly encouraged his niece to go on.
Sharon blushed, then haltingly admitted, "S-Sex."
"Mmmm-hmmm," Cliff murmured, his bushy eyebrows slightly raised. "How so?"
Sharon took a deep breath to brace himself, then with a rush, "Tommy wants me to do all this weird stuff. He makes me feel so dirty. But I don't know how to say no to him. I'm his wife, after all, even if he does treat me like a whore. So I go along and usually give in, no matter how wrong I think it really is."
"Such as?" her uncle patiently asked. "Well . . . there are the p-pictures. The ones Tommy takes of me . . . I-I brought some of them so you'd get the idea what he's putting me through."
Sharon reached into her purse and pulled out a handful of glossy photographs, hurriedly placing them on her uncle's desk before she lost her nerve. Cliff looked them over, still smoking his pipe.
His manner seemed calm. But as Cliff studied the pictures, the smoke from his pipe started rising in clouds.
To say that Sharon had been forced by her husband to pose like a magazine centerfold would have been an understatement. This was home-grown, hardcore porno, with its naked subject asked to degrade herself with a massive dildo. There were shots of Sharon with a vinyl cock as she fucked her own pussy and ass, some others where she clasped it between her tits and sucked the head.
The smoke from his pipe now hazily filling the room, Cliff noted to his niece, "I see that in every one of these you're always smiling. As if you enjoy it."
"Have to act like I am," Sharon explained, "or Tommy gets real mean. Beats me up."
"And if you cooperate, then what does he do?" Cliff asked.
"Then he just-pardon the language-he fucks me with his real cock the same way he made me do to myself in the pictures," Sharon frankly stated. "Thinks he's doing me a favor."
"And how do you feel when that's happening?" Cliff asked, rubbing his hands together now that he'd finally set down his smoldering pipe.
"I-I don't feel anything when Tommy fucks me," gulped Sharon. "S-Sometimes I'd give anything if I could, though. Maybe that's what makes me feel guiltiest of all. Going through all that dirty stuff, with nothing to show for it. If only I could enjoy it as much as Tommy does, it wouldn't be so awful."
She took another of her many deep breaths.
"I can't come for my own husband. I have to fake it so Tommy won't have another reason to beat me up."
"How long have you been this way?" Cliff quizzed, toying with his pipe. "Frigid."
"Depends on how you mean it," Sharon gulped on. "Tommy's the only guy I've ever gone all the way with. And I've never come for him. But I always did when I used to play with myself. Just figured once I was Tommy's wife I'd start coming for him, too. That's why I went ahead and married him even though my folks said we were too young."
"Yesssss," Cliff said, sucking on his pipe as he spoke, although it was now cold, "I'm getting more and more in touch with your problem."
"Then you can help me?" Sharon anxiously asked.
"There's a good chance," her uncle replied, "if you'll trust me and do what I say."
"Anything!" Sharon readily agreed.
"Then you'll have to take off your clothes," uncle informed niece. "The only way a doctor can find out whether a problem like yours is physical or mental is to examine the symptoms of the affected area for himself."
Sharon hadn't expected this, but she was willing to go along if it might help. So, self-consciously, she stood and stripped while her uncle watched from behind his desk. Then he motioned her over toward the examination table, telling her to lie down and put her feet in the stirrups so her legs were spread.
"Looks normal," he said when he joined her there, peering down between her open thighs at her yawning pussy. "Seems to be a perfectly healthy vagina ... Or would you be more comfortable if I used more common terms?"
Sharon nervously shrugged in her spread-legged position.
"Very well," her uncle murmured. "Yes, indeed, my dear, you definitely appear to be blessed with a beautiful young cunt any girl your age should be proud of. Now, just relax while I . . . "
He slipped the middle finger of his right hand between her pussy lips and probed the damp warmth within. Sharon heard herself moan in response.
"Feels good, I take it?" Cliff inquired.
"Be lying if I said it didn't," Sharon moaned some more.
"Now you help me make it feel even better for yourself," Clint suggested.
With his free hand he took one of hers and had her touch her own cunt. While her uncle fingerfucked her, Sharon began playing with her clit. Soon, her hips began to roll. Then . . .
"I-I'm commmming!" she moaned.
"Definitely no doubt about that," her uncle agreed, as escaping pussy-juice trickled down his forearm. "Your vagina . . . that is, cunt, seems to be in splendid working order, young lady."
"Then why can't I get off on Tommy's cock?" Sharon rasped with frustration. "My own husband?"
"To find out the answer to that," Cliff said, carefully choosing his words after he'd withdrawn his sticky finger from his niece's oozing pussy, "we'd have to make a comparison. See if this block of yours has to do with only your husband or other males besides. You did say, didn't you, that Tommy's the only one you've ever had intercourse with . . . that is, the only one you've ever fucked?"
Sharon nodded.
"Then it's essential to learn if somebody else might have a different effect on you," diagnosed Cliff.
"You mean . . . have me fuck somebody else?" Sharon choked.
"Doctor's orders," her uncle insisted with quiet firmness. "I can't help you unless you follow them to the letter."
"B-But who'll f-fuck me?"
Cliff didn't answer at first, stepping back instead so his niece could see what he wanted to bring to her attention. This was the telltale bulge below his belt, swelling his fly like he had a crowbar inside his pants.
"Oh, gee," Sharon girlishly squeaked when she caught sight of it.
"Yes, my dear," her uncle soothingly said, "In this office, the doctor is perfectly willing to carry out his own orders with a pretty young patient. But of course, it's up to you if you want to try the cure."
Sharon breathlessly bit her lip, unsure of what to say or do.
"Perhaps this will help you make up your mind," her uncle suggested.
He unzipped his fly, then reached inside. The next thing Sharon knew she was staring at his rigid cock in the flesh.
"Oooooh," she heard herself whimper, "it's sooooo big! Tommy's is big, but not that big."
"Then do you want me to fuck you with it?" Cliff asked as professionally as a doctor could while he was showing his throbbing hard-on to a naked patient who also happened to be his own niece.
"D-Do you really think it'll help me, Uncle Cliff?" Sharon muttered, her feet still up in the exam table's stirrups so her cunt oozed in exposure.
"No doctor can guarantee any treatment will work. But in this case, the doctor would be very surprised if the patient didn't feel results."
That clinched it for Sharon. "Then go for it, Uncle Cliff! Fuck me, fuck me! And don't stop fucking me until, this time, I finally come for somebody besides just myself!"
"I'll do my best, my dear," Cliff promised, then he quickly stripped so he and his niece were on equally bare-assed terms, with her pussy juice and his cock jutting.
"Wow, the more I look at your prick," Sharon bubbled, "the more hung you seem, Uncle Cliff. Hurry up and put it in me so I can try that monster on for size in my horny cunt."
Lifting his niece's feet from the stirrups, Cliff drew her legs around his waist as he joined her on the exam table. Sharon clutched him with her thighs, reaching into the crush of their loins for his prick. Closing her eyes, she guided his long, thick hard-on into her cunt and saw stars.
"Well, now, how does that feel?" uncle asked niece.
"So far, so good," Sharon moaned. "Then you want more?" "Please!"
With his niece's encouragement, Cliff briefly pulled halfway out to gain momentum, then drove his big cock back into her pussy even deeper than before.
"Do it again, Uncle Cliff!" Sharon excitedly told him.
His cock promptly pistoned once more. This time Sharon pushed back with all her might when her pussy was hilted.
"Now keep it there, Uncle Cliff!" she urged. "Just the way it is!"
Then Sharon swiveled her hips, treating his buried cock to corkscrewing friction. After that her eyes reopened, her jaw dropped, and she was crying out as if she wanted the whole world to hear the announcement she had to make.
"I'm coming!" she crowed. "Coming from an honest-to-God fuck the first time ever! First time in my life!"
It was a good thing her uncle's office was sound-proofed, or his nurse would have surely overheard, not to mention the other patients in the waiting room. But then this was a precaution Cliff had taken long ago. His niece wasn't the first case he'd treated in this most personal manner, although she was definitely among the youngest and tightest.
"Baby," he rasped, more of a stud now than a doctor, "you're cured. And now I'm gonna help you do even better. Not gonna let you stop coming until after I've come too."
"Ooooh, go for it, Uncle Cliff," pleaded Sharon. "Make me crazy!"
While his big cock pumped her pussy, Cliff went for his niece's tits. Exquisitely shaped, they fitted perfectly into his hands. He squeezed them hard as he was fucking Sharon. She yelped that it made her come twice as hard. Her husband liked to bruise her tits like this, too, she went on, but Tommy had never gotten anywhere near making it hurt soooo gooood!
Then her uncle went even farther, bunching her tits together and leaning down to take both of her nipples between his teeth.
"Yes, bite me, bite my tits!" Sharon squealed. "The better you hurt my tits, the more it goes straight to my fucked cunt and makes me come harder than ever."
Her uncle not only kept chewing her nipples, now he showed Sharon that there was yet another part of her body wired directly to her pussy. This was way down below. For Cliff had just reached into the crack of Sharon's ass and started fingerfucking her where she shit.
Sharon groaned with joy, "Never knew it could feel this super up my ass. Tommy's fucked me there and it was just dead. But when you, Uncle Cliff, just your finger and . . . and ..."
Her voice cracked as she orgasmically shuddered from head to toe. Then her uncle added a second finger in her shit-chute. What's more, he curled both knuckles so their flexing bulk was like the head of another cock in her ass to go along with the real one in her cunt.
"God, Uncle Cliff," Sharon warned, "you're pushing me so far. Maybe too far. If you keep it up, I think I'm gonna do more than just come. Might have a real messy accident."
"Won't be an accident," Cliff assured her, "if you just do what happens naturally. No doctor could expect anything more or less from one of his patients. Relax and enjoy it."
Even when he was fucking her, Sharon thought, her uncle had such a knack for putting her at ease. Exactly the opposite of her husband. The more Tommy did to her, the more uptight she got. But here, it was a case of going with the flow instead of bottling herself up.
"Ahhhhh," she sang, trusting her body, "here I goooo!"
Her bowels erupted. Her cunt gushed. For all at once, Sharon wasn't just coming. She was also orgasmically shitting and pissing.
"Good girl," her uncle praised her performance, as his knuckles and cock were respectively drenched in her asshole and pussy. "Let it all out. Shit . . . piss . . . cum. You've held back too long."
"Oh, yes, it feels so good to shit, piss and come!" Sharon celebrated. "It's the first time I've really felt fucked, Thank you, Uncle Cliff, thank you for finally turning me into a real woman!"
"My pleasure, my dear, but I've only scratched the surface of your potential," Cliff answered.
"Gosh, you sound so calm while I'm so excited," Sharon noted. "Hate to think I'm the only one who's on a trip. How 'bout it, Uncle Cliff, am I anywhere near as good for you as you are for me?"
"This give you an answer?" Cliff said.
It was so apparently effortless that Sharon was caught completely by surprise when her uncle's cock abruptly spurted in her cunt. All at once, he was swamping her with jizz, so much that her pussy lips immediately overflowed. The excess creamily leaked into the crack of her ass, drenching Cliff's hand as he continued fucking Sharon's shitpit while he shot his wad a notch away.
"Fantastic!" Sharon declared. "Tommy never came in me this hot, this much! Uncle Cliff, now I know what it's like to be fucked by a real man. You!"
"As I said," Cliff told his niece while she writhed beneath him, "this is only scratching the surface. You have so much more to give the right man. And I have it to give to you in return."
"Then I'm ready! God, am I ready!" Sharon replied, spurring her mother's brother on in no uncertain terms. "Take it from here, Uncle Cliff! Fuck me to death if you can!"
"As your doctor, I'd prefer the opposite extreme," Cliff chuckled. "Would you settle for feeling like you'll live forever by the time you leave this office?"
"Just try me, stud!" Sharon exclaimed, joyously inviting her doctor uncle to give her the full treatment.
"Well, then let's see if our equipment is all in proper working order," Cliff slyly said.
He pulled his drained cock from his niece's foaming pussy. And despite the amount of jizz he'd just unloaded, every inch of his hard-on remained rigidly intact.
"Mmmmm, Tommy never kept it up that stiff," Sharon dreamily sighed.
"Youth isn't everything," Cliff chuckled. "Experience has its way of more than evening things out. Of course, when a man my age gets a chance to prove himself with such a pretty, young girl, it isn't difficult to stay at his best."
"Then how are you gonna fuck me next?" Sharon eagerly quizzed.
"Does this," Cliff said, his fingers leaving his niece's asshole with a loud pop, "give you a hint?"
Sharon got the message and couldn't have been more eager.
"Right on," she answered her uncle,, rubbing her swollen shitpit with anticipation now. "After the way you fingerfucked my ass, it feels stretched like I have a second cunt for your big cock to fuck!"
"Then give me the target."
"Like this?" chirped Sharon, promptly swinging her legs all the way back over her head so she was jackknifed. Flexing between her hoisted and spread asscheeks, her asshole dribbled shit from the fingerfuck that had just been, and was fully lubed with female fudge to take her uncle's cock to the hilt next.
"Little girl," Cliff said, "they don't make 'em any prettier than you are down there. You were born to take an assful of the biggest cock you can find."
"And you're the stud for the job," Sharon told her hung uncle. "But not just to ass-fuck me. Tommy's already done that plenty of times. You're the first one, though, who's gonna make me come like a girl ought to for an assful of big, hard cock!"
"Yeah," Cliff rasped, sounding far less like a distinguished doctor at this point than a horny teenager.
Then he was back in fucking position, his cockhead mashed against the puckered dent of his latest target. It was going to hurt, he warned his niece. It had better, Sharon answered, so much that she couldn't stand how good it made her suffer. With her husband, she'd never felt anything, no matter how deep Tommy ripped her ass. This time she expected a whole lot worse and a whole lot better.
Then her uncle cocked his hips. In turn, Sharon gripped the sides of the table, bracing herself. Then came the thrust, his huge prick barging into the narrow channel of her ass. Sharon screamed. But not only didn't she give ground, she reared up to meet the surge.
Cliff hiked her on the first try, with her warm shit seeping along the length of his buried fuck-tool. Then Sharon lowered her legs, wrapping them around her uncle again the same as when he'd fucked her cunt, rocking him in the cradle of her thighs while he ass-fucked her.
"Oh, this is heaven!" Sharon cried. "Never knew anything could feel this good where I shit. When Tommy fucked my ass I thought it was dirty and I hated it. But now you're teaching me how good dirty is supposed to feel, Uncle Cliff, and I love it!"
"You deserve nothing less," Cliff answered. "An ass like yours was made for love."
"And your big cock was made to fuck it!"
That said, Sharon shimmied her hips, whip-sawing her uncle's hiked cock within her. The friction was instantly relayed to her clit by the network of nerves wiring her ass and pussy. She climaxed at once.
"Mmmmmm," she orgasmically groaned, "every time you make me come, Uncle Cliff, it's better than the time before. And I think it's best of all when your cock's fucking my ass. Just feel how wet 'n' sticky my pussy is because of what you're doing to me where I shit."
She took her uncle's hand and placed it on her slobbering cunt. He rubbed in reply, her female cum oozing between his fingers. Then, between his thumb and finger, he snagged the slippery bud of her clit and gave it a sharp pinch.
"Owwww," Sharon squealed from the thrilling pain, "don't stop whatever you do, Uncle Cliff! Goes just perfect with your cock in my ass!"
Cliff got an even better grip on her clit, wrenching it around almost double. This made Sharon's pussy-juice flow like wine, so it dripped down onto her uncle's cock and lubed his ten inches even more.
Sharon reacted with a rapid-fire series of orgasms, one right after another at such a rate that she lost count. However, as much as she treasured coming herself, she also yearned for her partner to come. For her asshole couldn't have been thirstier for a load of jizz to prime the perfect ending to the perfect ass-fuck.
"Oh, Uncle Cliff," she gasped, "I'm so ready now for you to shoot it into me. For your big cock to just explode with cum so deep in my ass that I'll feel like I'm drowning from the inside out."
"Then go for it, little girl," doctor told patient. "Make me come for you."
"God, will I!" Sharon vowed.
She bore down from within, putting unrelenting pressure on her uncle's cock with the spasming vise of her ass-muscles. Then she rolled her hips to tug and haul Cliffs locked-in fuckmeat. Plus, she reached down and clasped his balls, priming the pump for the creamy explosion of jizz when she craved.
"How'm I doing, Uncle Cliff?" she anxiously asked.
Cliff was too breathless to speak now. But his answer literally "came" loud and clear. A gushing torrent of his jizz abruptly poured from his cock to give his niece all the liquid fire she wanted.
"It's burning me up!" Sharon cried. "Burning me up so much that I'm coming just as hot as you are, Uncle Cliff! Don't know how much longer I can stand it!"
"Don't sell yourself short, a girl like you never gets enough," Cliff rasped back. "I'm afraid I'm the one who's had enough whether he likes it or not."
Then, his cock spurting its last, it and Cliff collapsed with exhaustion. Sharon finally had to squirm her way out from under her uncle to get off the fuck-splattered exam table so she'd have some room to breathe.
From there, she went to a nearby mirror and feasted her eyes on her own naked reflection. She was a mess of smears, stains and bruises, yet what she saw was exactly the girl she wanted to be.
"Damn, you're beautiful!" she proudly boasted. Then, untouched, she actually came again just from the glorious sight of her fucked self.
Chapter Two
When Cliff came back around, he buzzed his nurse on the intercom and canceled the rest of his appointments. Then, after cleaning up and dressing, he and Sharon slipped out the back way and went to his apartment for more fucking. When it came time to part, Sharon felt as if she were leaving paradise.
"You don't know how I hate the idea of going back home to Tommy," she sighed.
"Of course I do," Cliff soothingly said. "It'll be rough, but whenever you need more help just come back and see me."
"Gee, how about every day?" Sharon joked on the square.
Her uncle was as charming as ever, but now Sharon detected some distance in his voice as he answered, "Give yourself a chance to think, my dear, before you rush into something permanent with me or anyone else. You already made that mistake once with Tommy. You're still young enough to have plenty of time to decide what you should do with your life. Go slow, that's my advice."
"Yeah, sure," Sharon said as if she agreed it made sense.
She thanked her uncle again for fucking her, kissed him on the cheek goodbye, and finally ended their day together by leaving his apartment. But once outside, she immediately started wondering if she hadn't just been given a subtle brush-off. If she was such a terrific piece of ass, then why didn't her uncle want to fuck her right away again?
In the meantime, there seemed nowhere else for her to go but back to the dreary flat she shared with her husband. It was like walking into an ambush. Tommy was there waiting for her, his temper out of control.
"Where are they, bitch?" he fumed at Sharon when she walked in.
The place was a mess, turned practically upside down with the young couple's possessions scattered from wall to wall.
"Where's wh-what?" Sharon gulped, wishing she hadn't stepped foot inside.
"The pictures, whore, the pictures I took of you!" Tommy seethed. "C'mon, what'd you do with 'em? Hand 'em over right fucking now! I gotta guy who's willing to pay me fifty bucks for shots like those, and I'm not gonna pass up that kinda dough if I can help it."
Sharon felt faint, realizing she'd left the pictures at her uncle's office. Since there was no way she could tell Tommy that, she'd have to lie about what had happened to them. But as soon as she heard herself, she realized that the excuse she'd invented on the spur of the moment was as bad a choice as the truth.
"I-I burned them," she'd just recklessly blurted out. "They were just so disgusting I couldn't stand having them around anymore."
Tommy's jaw clenched. At the same time, his fist was in white-knuckled readiness to strike.
"You stupid cunt!" he cursed his young wife, closing the distance between them so fast that she was cornered. "I've put up with plenty from you, but this is the damned limit. Nobody costs me money and gets away with it all in one piece!"
Tommy started punching Sharon. Fortunately, three months of their violent marriage had taught her how to defend herself. Slipping and sliding, she dodged most of the blows. Then, with a pivot, she spun Tommy around with such skill that he lost his balance and struck the wall. With only seconds to flee before he recovered, Sharon took the one way out, heading for the window to escape from the apartment by the fire escape.
When she hit the street she was running, to where she didn't know. And she didn't miss a stride until she closed in on her parents' house.
"No, no," she warned herself, "I can't go back. They'll never let me live it down."
But where else could she go on such short notice? Then she noticed there were no cars in the driveway.
"They must be gone," she reasoned, desperately wishing to avoid the last two people she wanted to see now. "And if Butch is here, I could borrow some money from him. Enough to rent a cheap room somewhere for a few days so I can hole up away from everybody and think this thing through."
Butch was Sharon's kid brother. He did odd jobs in his spare time, always saving up for this or that. Usually he had forty or fifty dollars stashed away in his room.
Circling around the house, Sharon slipped in through the back way. There was no sign of either of her parents. Then she moved into the hall and heard the rock 'n' roll from her brother's room, knowing that Butch never played his stereo this loud unless the folks were gone.
"Perfect," Sharon whispered. "I'll wrap him around my little finger the way I always do when I want something from him."
Then she was directly outside the door. She'd have knocked, but it was ajar, so she peeked inside first.
And froze.
Butch was sprawled on his bed. His jeans were down around his ankles. As the rock 'n' roll blared, he held in one hand a popular sex magazine that was open at the centerfold. In his other hand, he had a stroking grip on his stiff cock, jacking off in what he thought was total privacy.
Sharon had never even thought about her kid brother in this way, let alone ever having seen his cock hard. She'd had no idea he was hung like this. His cock was at least as big as either Tommy's or Uncle Cliff's, despite the slender-ness of the rest of his frame.
"Jeez, suppose he's ever had a piece of ass?" she wondered aloud. 'Be a shame if he hasn't, with such a fat prick. I know lots of girls who'd put out in a minute for a pussyful of that."
Indeed, Sharon then realized, her own pussy had automatically moistened in reaction to her kid brother's massive cock. Even after all she'd been through today, she suddenly felt as excited as a schoolgirl.
"Mmmmm, if that beautiful cock belonged to anybody else except Butch," she murmured, "don't think I could leave it alone!"
Then, before Sharon's eyes, her brother gave his rigid prick a rapid series of hard yanks and it creamily erupted. As she watched Butch come, Sharon found herself hungrily licking her lips and wondering if his jizz was as sweet as it looked. And leaving it alone no longer seemed something to be taken for granted.
"No, I couldn't . . . it's too far out," Sharon muttered, trying to warn herself away from the mounting temptation. "Not with my own kid brother!"
But the next thing she knew, she was opening the door, her pussy hotly doing her thinking for her at the expense of better judgment.
Her brother turned pale when he saw her. He clumsily tried to cover his sticky prick with the bedspread, only succeeding in unintentionally making himself more irresistible to Sharon.
"You're so damned cute," she said to him, her greeting turning his face from snow-white to beet-red.
Butch found his voice enough to mumble, "God, S-Sis . . . what're you doing h-here?"
"No time to explain now," Sharon answered. "Right now, I've got better things to do with my mouth than just talk."
She went to his bed, kneeling beside it and leaning over toward her brother's crotch. Then she was licking up his spilled jizz, which tasted even better than she'd expected.
With his sister's tongue lapping between his legs, Butch's hard-on remained whether he liked it or not. Then Sharon had closed her mouth around his dripping cockhead, preparing to slurp down his long, thick fuckshaft.
"Jeez ... a blowjob!" Butch gulped. "My own sister giving me my first blowjob! One minute I'm just jacking off like always, and the next, she's sucking my prick like she stepped out of a wet dream!"
Hearing this, Sharon couldn't help asking, "Have you ever had a wet dream about me?"
"A . . . few," Butch haltingly answered.
"Is that all?" Sharon teased with a mouthful of his cockhead.
"Okay ... a lot," he sheepishly admitted.
"When you dreamed about me, did you ever eat my pussy while I sucked your prick?" Sharon quizzed.
Butch nodded.
"Then let's do it right now for real," his sister told him.
That said, Sharon jumped up, swinging around above Butch on the bed so her thighs straddled his head while she secured her oral grasp on his cock at the other end of the action. As he looked up her skirt, his nostrils flared from the strong scent of her cunt just before she abruptly sat on his face.
If she was going to suck her cunt, Butch would have to do it through Sharon's panties to begin with. He automatically went for it. Soon his tongue had wormed its way under the elastic and was tasting raw pussy-meat. This spurred him on mightily. He took the crotch-band of his sister's panties between his teeth and ripped it to shreds. The way clear, he sealed her pussy lips with his mouth as if he might eat right through her.
Sharon couldn't have been more pleased. In turn, she deep-throated her brother's cock to the balls, squeezing a handful of the latter. Then, with her free hand, she fingerfucked Butch's gritty asshole, priming his pump with every trick she knew about making a guy shoot his wad as quickly as possible.
She came first, though. For her brother, in spite of his inexperience, was a natural at eating pussy. He sucked like a demon and used his tongue like it was a snake. If a girl couldn't come in his mouth from this, Sharon merrily thought, she ought to turn in her cunt. Well, her own was definitely safe.
She poured her orgasmic honey down his throat. He gulped it down as if he were dying of thirst. And that made Sharon thirsty, too. Thirsty for Butch's jizz.
She doubled her suction on his cock. Yanked his balls. Added another finger in his asshole.
Success was hers. Butch bucked his crotch, grinding it against Sharon's face. Then his cock exploded with jizz. There was so much, so fast, it arrived in a continuous stream rather than in separate spurts.
Sharon couldn't get enough of it. She didn't let up, from the gushing beginning to the last drop of the dribbling finish. And when she finally released her brother's drained prick, there was an added bonus-Butch was harder than ever in spite of all the cum he'd just spilled.
"Oh, you stud!" Sharon whooped with joy. "Don't even think about taking a break! We're going for the big one right away!"
She squirmed out of the completed sixty-nine, hurriedly stripping down to the bare facts of her naked body. Then she sprang up on all fours, a bitch in heat with her pussy yawning from the rear.
"Don't wait!" she called over her shoulder. "Give me a cuntful of that big cock of yours as soon as you can ram it into me. Dog-fuck me like you're trying to split me in two!"
But Butch hesitated. He was cherry, he apologetically told his sister. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to fuck her the way she was used to from a more experienced guy.
"You did it perfect in my mouth, so now it's my pussy's turn to try on your big cock for size," Sharon impatiently told him.
"But getting a blowjob's one thing. I just put my cock in your mouth and let you suck. If I try and fuck you, though, it's all up to me. It's a guy's job to take charge when he gets a piece of ass, isn't it?"
"Silly boy," Sharon affectionately teased. "You sure do have a lot to learn about us girls. And, mmmmm, will I have fun teaching you! Trust me, Brother dear. Just put it in and let me do the rest. I'll make it perfect for both of us."
"Any other girl I know except you, Sis," Butch said, "and I wouldn't have the nerve to go through with this. I'd have been scared off a long time ago. Funny how things work out. My own sister, and she turns out to be the only girl I'm not afraid to fuck!"
Sharon couldn't resist asking. "Then what if I hadn't come along? How'd you plan on ever losing your cherry? Girls are the ones with the cunts, you know. You'd have had to start with somebody."
"There're girls and there're . . . well, you know, Sis," Butch sheepishly tried to explain.
Sharon connected the dots and said, "You mean you were going to pay to lose your cherry? With a whore?"
"I always figured that'd be the simplest way," Butch defensively said.
Realizing that she had to put him at ease or he might back out, Sharon told her brother, "Then you've got the right piece of ass. I know all a whore's tricks, but I give it away for free. Instead of money, all I want for a fuck is me V you coming as hard as both of us can."
"But what about Tommy?" asked Butch. "He's your husband. Doesn't he fuck you good enough?"
"Maybe," Sharon wistfully said, "he makes me feel too much like a real whore."
Trying to think of something to say in this awkward situation, Butch muttered, "Gee, Sis, didn't know it was that bad ..."
"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't," Sharon impatiently cut her brother off. "Now shut up and fuck me. Make me come the way Tommy can't make me do. I'll bet my cunt you're ten times the stud he'll ever be the first time you get a piece of ass."
"If you really think so, Sis ... "
"Do it!" demanded Sharon, reaching behind on her knees to finger her pussy lips apart into the widest possible target for her brother's cock. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me the way Tommy never has!"
Her urgent plea was hypnotic. Butch was there, lined up behind her, his cockhead nudging between her flared pussy lips. He set his hips to make the plunge, but Sharon didn't even wait for that. Abruptly rocking back on her knees from the dog-fucking position, she personally shafted her surging pussy with her startled brother's hard-on.
"Jeez," Butch gulped from the surprise impact, "your cunt's so tight, Sis! So tight and deep and wet!"
"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!" Sharon chanted.
Butch steadied himself by placing his hands on her asscheeks. Then he began guiding the rolling motion of her hips, getting his prick rhythmically tugged by her pussy.
"Wow, this sure beats jacking off!" he sighed. "Don't know whether I'll ever be able to settle for just a hand job again."
"You won't have to," Sharon predicted. "The way you're hung, once the word gets out, the chicks'll be lining up to try your big cock on for size."
"Wish I could believe that."
"Just use what I'm teaching you on the next girl you ask for a date, and you'll wind up famous," giggled Sharon, recalling her own high school days. "Maybe you think we keep it to ourselves when we go all the way, but most chicks are just like most guys. We can't help bragging either when we score-especially when it's with a hung stud."
"C'mon, you're kidding. Putting me on, aren't you, Sis?"
"Better believe it," Sharon insisted. "Everything you tell each other about us? Well, the girls' gym sounds pretty much like the boys' locker room. We gossip just the same about you."
Butch had never had any idea this might be the case. He'd always assumed their pussies were just something the opposite sex used to get their way with guys, putting out only if they thought it was worth their while without really enjoying it that much. Like the way it was with his parents.
"Then what about Mom and Dad?" he blurted out this information. "I hear them through the wall between our rooms. She makes him beg for it. Always makes him pay the price, agree to something or other she wants before she gives in and let's him fuck her. Poor guy."
"Now you're talking about something else. That's marriage," Sharon sighed. "A whole different story. I'm starting to think it only brings out the worst in people."
"Is that how it is with you and Tommy, Sis?' Butch asked.
"Already told you I wouldn't be here if we were lovey-dovey," Sharon said. "But I'll tell you this much more-isn't always the wife who asks too much. Now that's all I'm gonna say, except what I did before we got sidetracked. Should've held you to it right away in the first place, but better late than never . . . Damn you, Butch, shut the hell up and just fuck me!"
She resumed rocking to and fro on her hands and knees, her cunt insistently jerking her brother's cock. His crotch automatically pumped in reply.
Butch croaked, "Tommy must be crazy to let you get away from him, Sis!"
"Shut up, I told you!" Sharon hissed. "You're fucking me now, not that son of a bitch! Make me come, damn you, make me come the way Tommy never does!"
Butch got the message for once and for all. He drove his cock to the depths of his sister's cunt at the same time she pushed back, feeling the impact from head to toe. But what really mattered was that Sharon felt it even more.
"I'm coming!" she orgasmically cried. "Coming soooo goooood!"
Butch couldn't help being proud of himself. His first fuck and he had his married sister acting like he was the stud he'd always fantasized he could be if he ever got the chance with the right piece of ass.
"Nothing can stop me now," he excitedly told himself. "I was born to fuck!"
Sharon breathlessly agreed with him, begging, "More! More! More!"
She knew he was too much of a stud to let her stop coming until after he'd come too, she told him. Butch eagerly moved to prove her right, reaching for her dangling tits while he continued dog-fucking her cunt.
"Yes, yes!" gasped Sharon when he'd seized her tit-globes. "Squeeze my tits so hard that it hurts all the way down to my pussy!"
Butch didn't just squeeze, he yanked with his hands full of spongy flesh. Sharon screamed from the welcome pain that gave her so much pleasure, her cunt getting the message from her mauled tits and spasming in an orgasmic frenzy around her brutal brother's prick.
Butch got the message, too. He wasn't a machine. If he didn't shoot his wad from this kind of pressure on his cock after waiting so long to lose his cherry, he wasn't human.
"Sis," he gasped, "you ready?"
"For what?"
"You know, don't you?"
"Why don't you tell me anyway?"
"Cum, Sis. You know . . . mine."
"Oh, yes, I suppose you can't help shooting it so soon," Sharon teased. "Being a virgin and all."
"You want it, don't you, Sis?"
"How's this for an answer?"
Sharon then corkscrewed her brother's hilted prick with all of her cunt's twisting strength. Her wrenching friction made Butch's breath rush from his lungs. Then, even more tellingly, it made his jizz do the same thing from his balls, through his prick, straight into the abruptly scalded depths of her dog-fucked cunt.
"Mmmmm, where're you getting it all?" Sharon appreciatively moaned to her gushing brother, making it plain that she was teasing him no longer.
"Been saving it up a long time, Sis!" Butch panted. "Way a guy comes when he jacks off is like a whole different kinda jizz than he shoots when he finally fucked his first real piece of ass. Understand?"
Sharon assured him she did. It was like how a girl didn't know what coming really was, no matter how many times she'd put out, until she finally had a pussyful of the right cock.
"And, Brother dear, if you're not Mr. Right, I don't know who is!"
"You trying to tell me this is the first time you've ever come for anybody, Sis?" Butch anxiously asked, reading between the lines as his cock now slowed to a dribble in Sharon's swamped cunt.
His question jolted Sharon. For it reminded her that this was not, of course, her first orgasmic fuck as she'd just hinted. For although the other flurry of climaxes had occurred earlier today, she'd forgotten all about it until now. It was incredible, but fucking her brother had temporarily made her Uncle Cliff vanish from her mind.
She started to say something, then bit her lip when she warned herself how foolish it would be. Her brother couldn't be expected to understand what kind of day this had been for her, when she was so confused herself by what had happened. Butch was just a kid. Sharon needed an older, wiser head to hear her out.
"Something wrong, Sis?" Butch asked now, after she'd fallen into her tense silence instead of answering his previous question.
Sharon didn't get a chance to smooth it over. All at once, the front door opened and closed.
"Oh, shit . . . Mom and Dad are home! Sis, if they catch us fucking . . . God, I don't even wanna think about it!"
Despite the urgency of the situation, Sharon secretly sighed with relief. For the folks showing up gave her the chance to break it off with her brother without having to explain herself any further. Pulling her freshly fucked cunt away from his wilted cock, she bounded from the bed. Scooping up her clothes, she ran bare-assed out of the room and down the hall toward the back door.
Naked in the backyard, she didn't wait to dress until she'd climbed the fence and was under the cover of the neighbor's apple tree. Then she started running, hitting the street and not stopping until she'd returned to her uncle's place. Only this time, rather than cock, she was after answers.
Chapter Three
"Back so soon?" Cliff said when he answered the door after her urgent knock.
"Don't worry, Uncle Cliff," Sharon said. "This time, all I really want is your advice, not your prick."
"You've left your husband, haven't you?"
"Not yet. Not officially," Sharon told her uncle. "And when and if I do, I'm not going to try and move in with you, so don't worry about that. I don't expect a handout because I let you fuck me, but I want some answers that have a lot more to do with you being a doctor than a stud."
"Yes, I owe you that," Cliff soberly agreed. "I told you that you could come to me for help, and that's my job. I might fuck my patients, but listening to them is still the main thing. Come in and tell me everything. I won't touch you."
Sharon entered the apartment and took a chair, making sure that she sat with her skirt pulled down and her knees together. She told her uncle everything that had happened to her that day, explaining how she'd fled from a beating by her husband into the bed of her own brother.
Cliffs eyebrows shot up and stayed there. When he reached for his pipe there was no tobacco in the bowl, but he puffed on it anyway.
"So, Sharon concluded when she'd finished bringing him up to date. "I started out frigid this morning, and now, one right after the other, I come like mad from fucking my own uncle and brother. You and Butch. Am I some kinda freak, or what?"
Cliff didn't answer right away. Finally, he filled his pipe with something to smoke, lit a match, and produced a heavy cloud.
"No, you're not a freak, my dear," he then said in carefully measured terms. "Completely normal, I'd say."
"Don't bullshit me, Uncle Cliff," Sharon scoffed. "You trying to tell me that fucking two guys from my own family in the same day isn't pretty far out?"
Cliff leaned forward, his bushy eyebrows now knitting his forehead.
"What people do matters far less than why they do it," he persuasively explained. "True, incest as an actual occurrence is not an everyday thing in most families, although far more common than you might imagine. But the essential factor is whether we give in to the temptation or not, we're every one of us fair game for its lure ..."
He paused. Smoke billowed from his pipe.
"We wouldn't be normal if we weren't. If we didn't yearn down deep to physically express our love with those for whom we care the most- our families. Believe me, my dear. Perhaps your only problem is that you're too normal. So in touch with your most honest feelings that you can't help being true to yourself."
Sharon's reply was a desperate plea. "Then what should I do?"
"Quite simply," her uncle sternly advised, "be yourself. You'll only make yourself miserable if you fight it."
Sharon was suspicious. "You're not trying to get me to let you fuck me again, are you, just because we're family?"
"It will always be my privilege, both as your uncle and doctor, whenever you want that particular service from me," Cliff diplomatically said. "But to find yourself you'll have to push yourself even farther than you have today- either with me, or even your brother. Incest is a total commitment. There's no middle ground. You must embrace it entirely or it will ruin you."
"My God, what're you saying?" gulped Sharon.
"I've said enough," her uncle stated. "The rest is up to you ..."
He paused, puffing furiously on the pipe, squirming in his chair.
"Now please get the hell out of here," he then panted, trying to make a joke out of it, but obviously serious, "or I just might rip off your clothes and fuck you silly before you can make up your own mind about who you really want to be."
From there, he practically pushed Sharon out the door. Since she had no place to stay, she went back to her parents' house.
"Mom," she announced, "I've left Tommy." * * * Seeing at once how exhausted she was, her mother had immediately put her to bed. The instant her head hit the pillow, Sharon was sound asleep. By the time she woke up again, the sun was shining through the window.
Sharon looked around at her old room. Her mother, she saw, had kept it just the same as she'd left it when she'd run off to marry Tommy-as though it were always expected that sooner or later she'd come back to her real home.
"Feeling better, darling?" her mother asked. "Yeah, a whole lot," Sharon sighed, sitting up and stretching. When she did, she realized that her bare tits were showing.
"I undressed you after I put you to bed," mother explained to daughter, closing the distance between them. "Just like I used to do when you were a sleepy little girl who'd stayed up too late for her own good ..."
Her mother briefly paused, her eyes trained on her daughter's shapely tit-mounds as she stood beside the bed. Perhaps Sharon was legally Mrs. Tommy Franklin, but she would never be able to accept that in her heart.
"But it looks like Mommy's little girl has grown up, hasn't she?" her mother then said, her eyes riveted on those perfect tits.
Just from her mother's relentless gaze, Sharon's nipples stiffened. Liking the feeling, she made no attempt to cover herself, sensing for once she had her usually uptight mother with her guard totally down.
"I thought we'd talk," Carol Arnold said, sitting down on the edge of the bed as her breath quickened. "Your father's working late and your brother has a scout meeting, so we'll have plenty of time alone together. And don't worry about me bugging you with any I-told-you-so about Tommy. You don't have to explain anything you don't want to. I just want to be with my little girl, that's what matters."
Then Carol reached out and stroked her daughter's hair. But the real story was where her hand went from there. Slowly but surely, it slipped down past Sharon's face, to her neck-and from there to a crucial level.
"I thought you just wanted to talk, Mom." Sharon coyly asked, her mother's behavior fascinating her.
"Sometimes," Carol panted, "actions speak a whole lot louder than words."
"Then show me, Mom," Sharon dared.
One of her mother's hands gently clasped one of Sharon's naked tits. But that wasn't all. With her free hand, Sharon's mother pulled away the bedding to feast her eyes on the total nudity she'd uncovered.
"Oooooh, you're such a beautiful girl!" Carol sighed.
"Actions speak louder than words, Mom, remember?" Sharon reminded. Then she spread her legs and showed her cunt.
"Yes, they do," answered Carol, licking her lips in the universal sign of hunger.
"So what're you waiting for, Mom?" coaxed Sharon. "Welcome me home the way both of us want you to."
"You s-sure?" Carol gulped.
"Seeing is believing, Mom," Sharon steamily answered, reaching into the crux of her thighs to finger her pussy lips apart in open invitation.
"Mmmmm, I'll never forgive myself if I don't go ahead and do it," Carol murmured to herself, her face dipping toward the juicy target of her daughter's waiting pussy.
"Oooooh-eat it, Mom, eat my cunt!" Sharon moaned when mouth and pussy made slurping contact. "Make me come for you, then swallow every drop of my hot pussy-juice."
Carol eagerly went to work on bringing her daughter to orgasm. Plunging into the latter's pussy, her tongue pumped like a female version of an oral cock.
"Mmmmm, close my eyes and it's so easy to imagine you're almost fucking me now," Sharon quickly reported. "More, Mom, more!"
Carol grabbed her daughter's asscheeks, controlling the movement of Sharon's hips. In reply, Sharon smeared her sloppy pussy all over her mother's face, while riding her squirming tongue to her spasming depths.
"Won't be long now, Mom," daughter promised mother. "Hope you're thirsty for something sweet 'n' sticky. Like a big, wet mouthful of my cum."
Carol showed how ready she was for Sharon's orgasm by fingerfucking her ass as well as reaming her pussy with her busy tongue. That did it.
"Drink it, Mom, swallow my cum!" Sharon cried, her sucked cunt climaxing on the spot in her mother's mouth.
Carol feasted on the oozing flow as if she'd never tasted anything more delicious in her life.
But she didn't stop there. All of a sudden, she swiveled around on top of the action, landing astride Sharon's face with her own spread thighs as she continued slurping at her daughter's pussy.
Sharon looked up under mother's dress. There were no panties blocking the way to her hairy pussy that dripped in readiness.
Without hesitation, Sharon lowered the cunt which had originally given her birth to her face and sealed it with her starving mouth. Then her tongue surged inside, so she was orally fucking her mother in what was now a lesbian sixty-nine.
Carol's reaction was a groaning. "Yes, baby, now I'm coming, too! Coming as hot and wet in your mouth as you just came in mine!"
Sharon in turn repeated her own orgasmic performance, feeding her mom a fresh batch of female cum. Carol followed with a second climax of her own in Sharon's face. Then, from there, mother and daughter poured it on, coming back and forth for each other nonstop.
When, finally, their lust was temporarily satisfied, the sixty-nine broke apart.
"How long have you been bi?" each simultaneously asked the other.
They giggled at the coincidence. But then it happened again, as one answered exactly at the same time as the other in exactly the same way.
"It's my first time," they admitted together.
The giggles poured forth some more. Then they agreed to go one at a time.
"I couldn't imagine eating a pussy if it wasn't yours, Mom," Sharon said.
"Mmmmm, I was just gonna say the same thing about eating yours, darling," Carol sighed.
"How long have you wanted to, Mom?"
"Down deep, maybe for years," Carol wistfully said. "But I only admitted it to myself for the first time when you came back home today. When you were so tired and fell asleep in your old bed, I just had to see you naked. And then, once I'd undressed you, I could hardly wait for you to wake up so I could do something about it beside just look at your beautiful body. Thought you'd sleep forever. I was climbing the walls."
"Anything else?" Sharon kittenishly asked, sensing that her mother had more to tell her about how she'd spent the day.
"Oh, you don't want to know about that," Carol self-consciously muttered.
"C'mon, Mom," coaxed Sharon, "tell me the truth. I'll bet you played with yourself, didn't you?"
"S-Something like that," Carol haltingly admitted.
"Then show me how," Sharon suggested. "I've played with my own pussy plenty of times, but I've never seen anybody else do it with hers. And watching you'd be a real turn-on. It would get me so horny for you all over again if I saw you fingerfucking yourself because of me."
"Well," mumbled Carol, it's a little more than just that. See, this isn't the first time I've, uh, given in to myself. Even before you came back home, darling, I'm afraid I was already in the habit."
More curious than ever now, Sharon wouldn't take no for an answer. Finally, her mother gave in and agreed to reveal how she had sex with herself. Carol left the room to go get something. She hid it behind her back when she returned in the nude.
"Oh, show me, Mom, show me what it is!" Sharon impatiently demanded. "If it's what I think ..."
Her mother's hand emerged. In it she clutched at least twelve inches of thick, flesh-colored vinyl. She blushed from having such a thing in her possession.
"I was right!" Sharon declared. "Just knew you must be fucking yourself with a dildo, Mom."
"H-Have you," mother stammered to daughter, "ever used one of these ... on yourself?"
"Only since I've been married," explained Sharon. "Tommy makes me fuck myself with one and takes pictures of it." "And y-you like it?"
"No, I hate it because Tommy's there," Sharon said. "That's the whole point, though. I always hated it because of him. But with somebody else, somebody I can trust, somebody who wants to make me as happy as I want to make them . . . well, I'd give anything to try anything with somebody like that."
"Anything?" Carol asked with wide eyes, nervously fondling the dildo.
"Just try me, Mom," Sharon urged.
Then Sharon fell back on the bed, raising her knees and parting her thighs so her pussy was back on display. Under her ass she slipped a pillow, lifting her crotch in the most inviting position possible.
"Yes, Mom," she then matter-of-factly stated, "do it to me. Do it to me hard and deep. Fuck me, Mom, fuck my cunt with your great big cock!"
"You s-sure, baby?"
"I'll never forgive you if you don't, Mom!"
With her daughter's plea ringing in her ears, Carol stared intently at the dildo. It was the two-way kind, a mushrooming cockhead at each end.
"I always wondered if I'd ever get to try the other half of it on somebody," she murmured. "But I guess I'm ready if you are . . . and Sharon is."
That said, Carol lowered the device between her legs. Into her cunt she guided half of the dildo. The result was that the rest of it loomed from her hairy crotch as if she'd just miraculously grown herself a female hard-on.
"Wow, Mom, you're sooo hung!" Sharon expressed her glee. "This is gonna be even better than I thought. With one end of that monster in your pussy at the same time I'm getting my share, I'll be able to fuck you back while you're fucking me. Fantastic!"
"Yes," Carol dreamily sighed, ready to make her move now that she was hung for the task, "it definitely looks that way."
She then went to the bed, kneeling before her spread-legged daughter. Sharon provided an even better target, fingering her pussy lips apart from thigh to thigh.
"This is it," Carol next panted.
She held her breath, setting her hips as she fitted the cockhead into the juicy slot of her daughter's pussy. And having taken dead aim, Carol bucked her crotch like a female stud and took the plunge to Sharon's squishing depths.
"Ahhhhh, feels sooo goooood!" Sharon squealed on impact. "My pussy's never felt so full of cock, Mom, and we just started fucking each other!"
"My pussy's just as full," moaned Carol.
"It's perfect!"
Fucked by equal lengths of the dildo, the cunts of mother and daughter rubbed in direct contact. Then Sharon wrapped her legs around Carol, rocking the latter in the cradle of her thighs. This made the dildo seesaw back and forth between their pussies with rhythmically traded cock-thrusts.
"How long before you come, Mom?" Sharon anxiously asked, the friction mounting.
"I'm holding back now, baby," Carol answered. "Don't want to come until you are too, so we can do it together."
"Then you don't need to wait anymore, Mom. I'm ready if you are."
"Now, darling?"
"Mmmmm-hmmmm, Mom!"
Grinding their linked pussies together, mother and daughter strained from within. Their climaxes occurred in glorious tandem, so they were sharing them the same as they were the dildo. Then, from there, the mutual coming continued with a rapid-fire series of simultaneous orgasms.
"Ohhhhh, it doesn't get any better than this!"
"Maybe not, Mom," Sharon steamily answered, "but that doesn't mean there aren't other ways for us to fuck that are just as good."
"Just tell me how, darling, and you know I'll do it," Carol eagerly agreed to whatever her little girl had in mind.
"Then close your eyes, Mom," Sharon said. "Wanna surprise you."
Carol shut out the light. Sharon squirmed out from under her mother, her cunt parting company with its end of the dildo.
"Okay, Mom," Sharon next said, after setting herself in a brand new but equally classic pose, "you can look now."
Carol blinked and focused. Her naked daughter had bobbed up on her hands and knees, facing away so her raised ass was the dominant feature of her body. Her plump asscheeks were spread. In her asscrack the silky hair which grew from Sharon's cunt swirled around the pucker of her little assbud.
"Get the idea, Mom?" Sharon anxiously asked.
Just in case her mother didn't, she pointedly fingered the fresh target she had in mind. Accidentally on purpose, she farted and giggled to leave no doubt this was where she expected to be fucked next.
"Y-You really mean it?" Carol panted.
"Please, Mom, please!" stated Sharon with stark simplicity. "I'm begging you!"
"Well, under one condition," mother answered daughter. "I just don't feel right doing anything to you that you don't do back to me at the same time. That's how it's been so far, darling, and the way I want it to stay."
"Oh, Mom, what a beautiful idea!" Sharon bubbled with approval. "So kinky I don't know why I didn't think of it myself!"
"Them make room for me, sweetheart," mother told daughter, " 'cause that's the way it's gonna be."
"Absolutely!" gusted Sharon with anticipation, scooting forward on her hands and knees.
Then, over her shoulder, she watched her mother also assuming the same position on all fours. The dildo was also out of the latter's cunt now. She handed it to Sharon, telling her to go first.
Taking the vinyl cock, Sharon promptly forced half of its length into her ass. Since the dildo was slick with pussy-juice, it slipped right in to the midpoint.
"Now it's your turn, Mom," Sharon called.
Carol groped to her rear for the remaining length of two-way cock. Guiding the knobby head between her asscheeks, she nudged it against her puckered assbud. With a jerk of her wrist, she thrust it into her own narrow ass channel.
Their bare asses were cheek to cheek as mother and daughter knelt on all fours, facing away from each other, but linked in the most intimate way possible. Then, testing the arrangement, they began rocking on their haunches, to and fro in the same direction.
"Ooooh," Sharon swooned, celebrating their success, "it works just as good as it did in our cunts! Don't you think so, Mom?"
"Maybe, mmmmm, even better!" a thrilled Carol agreed. "All I want is more, more, more!"
"You and me both, Mom!"
And so mother and daughter went at it with everything they had. Even though this was their first bi experience, this was lesbian sex at its most extreme. Even hardcore dykes were not known for going as far as Carol and Sharon now did . . . . . . Fucking each other in the ass!
They came plenty before they finished. And shitted too, both forms of release combined. Coming and shitting. Shitting and coming. Then, with the bizarre action having finally run its course, there was the frosting on the cake. Chocolate frosting.
"I'll do it if you will," Carol answered after Sharon had suggested it.
"Then what're we waiting for, Mom?"
The ass-fucked dildo was pulled out. Then mother and daughter each took the half that was fresh from the other's asshole and deep-throated it until they were kissing on the mouth, coming together one more time.
Chapter Four
"Well, Mom, looks like we're in the same boat," Sharon sighed.
The lesbian sucking and fucking having run its course, daughter and mother were turning their newly found closeness from action into words. It was the kind of intimate conversation they'd never had while Sharon was growing up.
"I was a fine one to tell you not to marry Tommy," Carol said at her own expense, "considering what it's been like between your father and me."
"Then you've never come for Daddy, either? Just like I never have with Tommy?"
"There's one big difference, though," Carol bitterly noted. "You've only been married for three months. I've put in twenty years as a wife without anything to show for it."
"Gosh, Mom, how could you put up with it that long?" asked Sharon.
Her mother wistfully grinned and picked the dildo up, patting it on one of its heads like the old friend it was and admitting, "Without one of these around, I don't know what I would've done."
"Why didn't you have an affair?" Sharon logically asked.
Carol took a deep breath, then answered, "Don't ask."
Naturally, this just made Carol all the more curious. "C'mon, Mom, tell me ... "
"Don't ask," Carol repeated. Then, almost pleading, she added, "Please!"
"But you're such a great piece of ass," Sharon pointed out. "If you tried, you could fool around with almost anybody you wanted- straight or bi."
"That's just the problem," Carol murmured, her voice drifting into a whisper. "What you said-almost anybody-that's always been the problem. What a woman can get and what she wants can be all the difference in the world. Sure, plenty of men have been interested in me, even though I was married ..."
"But not the one who really mattered, is that it, Mom?" Sharon understandingly cut in.
Carol nodded.
There was no way Sharon would let it drop here. "Who is he, Mom? Your Mr. Right? The one guy you know you'd come for it he ever fucked you?"
"No," Carol cried out, "I can't ever tell you or anybody about how I feel about him. I don't even like to admit it to myself. It's too . . . too . . . wrong."
Sharon pressed. "You fucked and came with me, Mom, and I'm your own daughter. So how wrong could it be with him, whoever he is, if it turned out so right with us?"
"Oh, baby, please stop making so much sense . . . or I just might go ahead and tell you."
Sharon knew she had her mother on the ropes. She just needed to deliver the clincher. But she didn't know what that would be until she heard it herself.
"Then let's talk about me for a minute, Mom, 'cause I've done more than just think about cheating with another guy while I've been married," Sharon blurted out. "And he wasn't just anybody, either."
Carol's own curiosity surfaced. "Did ... he make you come?"
"The way I never have as a wife," Sharon said, going through with it now that she'd started. "I didn't go looking for it, but once I got it I wouldn't have traded his big cock in my mouth, cunt and ass for anything. And, here's the point, Mom. I'll bet you anything that he was as supposedly wrong for me as you think your Mr. Right is for you."
Clearly fascinated, her mother asked, "Who was he? Anybody I know?"
"Oh, no, you're not gonna find out that easy, Mom. Works both ways," Sharon bargained. "Won't tell you who fucked me unless you tell me who didn't fuck you."
"Darling, I-I just can't," Carol stammered, but then, after biting her lip, she gave in. "Yes . . . I'll tell you. I'll tell you my secret if you tell me yours. I just can't stand us keeping anything from each other now."
Carol bit her lip again.
"In fact, I'll even go first. It's about time I finally got this off my chest. Really, honey, you're doing me a favor by making me admit it out loud. I've lived with it myself for so long that it can't be healthy."
Sharon waited in suspense, determined to be sympathetic. But her best intentions could not withstand her uncontrollable response.
"I've always wanted to fuck Cliff! My own brother!" her mother breathlessly confessed.
And Sharon couldn't help herself. She broke out laughing.
Stunned by her daughter's seemingly vicious response, Carol lashed back-. She slapped Sharon across the face with a stinging blow.
She hissed, "And I thought I could trust you. Damn you to hell, you little bitch!"
Sharon hadn't even flinched, though, as her reddened cheek swelled with a puffy welt. She knew that from her mother's point of view she'd asked for it. But she also knew that she had only to speak her own side of the truth to explain everything.
And now she did.
"Mom," she said as evenly as possible, "like I told you before, I didn't just think about fucking him. I did it."
"H-Him?" gasped Carol.
"Your brother and my favorite uncle," Sharon spoke on the bottom line. "I went to see him for advice about me and Tommy, one thing led to another, and the next thing I knew I was taking Uncle Cliff's big cock any way I could and coming every which way but loose."
Carol momentarily tried to believe that her daughter was lying. But Sharon's unyielding gaze was too genuine not to accept.
"Then he's ..."
"A total stud, Mom," Sharon told her mother the way it had been. "Hung with a huge cock and knows how to use it everywhere he puts it."
"Oh, why did I wait for so long that my own daughter got to him first?" Carol asked herself with envious frustration. "I should have done what I felt a long time ago. I can only blame myself for convincing myself it'd be wrong when I knew down deep it'd be so right."
"Still not too late, Mom."
Carol thought her daughter was mocking her. But then Sharon started talking, not stopping until she'd persuaded her mother otherwise.
"He said that?" Carol gulped, after she'd listened to Sharon's account of the advice Cliff had given about incest.
Sharon chuckled, but now it was clear that there was no teasing in it as she told her mother, "Ask him yourself . . . and see what happens."
"Maybe I will," Carol whispered.
"I'll kick your damned ass if you don't, Mom," Sharon answered in no uncertain terms. * * * "Carol, it's nice to see you, of course," Cliff said to his sister. "But if you're here with a problem, it's only fair to tell you that I make it a rule not to treat relatives."
Carol didn't waste any words. "That didn't stop you when my daughter was here. From what I've heard, Sharon's problem certainly appealed to you."
Cliff gasped. "She . . . she t-told you about that?"
"My, my," smirked Carol, "I didn't think I'd get you to confess so easily."
"I-I didn't admit anything ..."
"Oh, save your breath, Brother dear," Carol snapped. "You and I both know you fucked my little girl. Right here in this office. In her mouth, cunt and ass. Then you took her to your apartment and fucked her some more."
Cliff's expression was the final evidence that he'd been caught dead to rights.
"So, you're thinking, what do I want from you? Right?" Carol said, reading her brother's reeling mind.
Cliff nodded, his face white.
"What do I want? Very simple," Carol lilted. "Some of the same."
"H-Huh, Sis?" Cliff gulped.
"The same as Sharon got," Carol leveled. "And in case that isn't clear enough for you, Brother dear, I'll spell it out for you. Fuck me, too!"
"Y-You're kidding ..." "Does this look like a joke?" Carol stood and stripped open her blouse so the buttons flew across the room. She wore no bra underneath, so her bare tits swung forward into view.
"There's more," she purred.
Since panties were not part of her wardrobe, when she stepped out of her fallen slacks, Carol was stark-naked before her astonished brother.
Cliff stammered, "S-Sis, I-I don't know what's gotten into you, but ..."
"Not what's gotten into me, what's going to, that's what counts," Carol sexily teased. "Namely, your big, hard cock, Brother dear."
"N-No, Sis," Cliff insisted. "I've got to save you from yourself . . . from going any farther. So this is your last warning. Put your clothes back on right now, or when I call my nurse in here she'll find you like this and I'll have to tell her that you're hysterical. Have her hold you down while I give you a shot of something to knock you out."
"Just try it," Carol dared.
Behind his desk, a trembling Cliff buzzed the intercom. His nurse's no-nonsense voice crackled in reply.
"Nurse Hawkins," the doctor wheezed, "I'm afraid we have an emergency ..."
However, before Cliff could go, he was interrupted. For his naked sister had just joined him behind the desk. And, on her knees, Carol had just unzipped his fly.
"Yes, Doctor?" the nurse asked.
Cliff coughed, trying to catch his breath. But his throat was too tight to accept any air, because, down below, his sister was now sucking his cock out of his pants straight into her wet mouth.
"An emergency, Doctor?" the puzzled nurse quizzed over the intercom.
Admitting defeat as Carol deep-throated his hopelessly stiff prick, Cliff sighed, "Yes, Nurse Hawkins ... an emergency. Don't know how long I'll be, uh, tied up with it. So, uhhhh, cancel the rest of my appointments. And when you've finished up whatever you need to do, take the rest of the day off yourself."
"But that's the second time this week, Doctor ..."
"Just do it, Nurse Hawkins!" Cliff snapped.
Then he switched off the intercom and looked down to where Carol was giving him a blowjob.
"Damn you, Sis!" he snapped again. "How can I run a medical practice with this kind of thing going on?"
Carol answered with more suction, using her mouth like a cunt on her brother's big prick. Cliff had no choice but to fuck it in reply. Now his crotch was bucking, with the pressure on his balls mounting.
"Well, Sis, you're going to get your way this time," he soon admitted. "I'm only human. I have to-"
He briefly interrupted himself with a shudder.
"Come!" he groaned as his cock erupted down his sister's throat.
Carol swallowed his jizz as fast as it spurted. She wound up drinking almost every drop of her brother's creamy load. However, this wasn't her only accomplishment. For when she finally released Cliff's prick, although drained, it remained as rigid as ever.
"Well, do I give as good a blowjob as Sharon does?" Carol asked her brother.
"Let's just say that Sharon apparently comes by her talents quite naturally," Cliff sighed, looking down at his mouth-reddened prick. "Like mother, like daughter, shall we say."
"But we won't know that for sure until we try all the angles, now will we, Brother dear?" Carol said with a leer. "Like, for instance, how do you know my pussy's as sweet as my little girl's?"
"I-I don't," Cliff agreed.
"Then you'll just have to eat it, won't you?"
Carol stood up so that her sitting brother's face was now at her crotch level. She had one of those cunts that was decorated with a burst of curly hair which sent wispy trails all the way up to her navel and down her inner thighs, not to mention into the crack of her ass.
"Yes, Brother dear, eat it, eat it!" she urged, abruptly clasping Cliff's head and forcing him to burrow into her bushy crotch.
Once her pussy sealed his mouth, Cliff's tongue automatically squirmed into his sister's moist cunt. He began to fuck her with it. Carol rolled her hips, tugging and hauling his oral fuck-tool with her spasming cunt muscles.
"Mmmm," she moaned with pleasure, "if this doesn't make me come in your mouth, Brother dear, I ought to just lock up my pussy and throw away the key."
Carol climaxed on the spot. There was so much female cum that a good part of it drooled down her tongue-fucking brother's chin. She wiped it off and smeared it into the hairy crack of her ass.
"Now lick down lower," she then urged. "My pussy isn't the only hole I like having eaten."
She guided Cliff's head below her oozing cunt. His tongue found the mark immediately. Quickly, to Carol's delight, her brother was giving her a rim job up her ass.
When she came again, she orgasmically farted in Cliff's mouth. He hungrily sucked up the fumes. Indeed, the windy perfume from her reamed shitpit got him so aroused that he reached to his own crotch and began giving his stiff prick a hand job.
Carol saw what he was doing to himself and said, "Oh, no, hands off, Cliff! No way I'm gonna let you waste a load jerking off, even while you're doing something as swell as eating out my horny ass. If you're than turned-on, then that means it's time for the big one. Enough sucking, now let's rhyme it with an F."
She'd pulled her loins away from her slurping brother as she'd spoken. Next, she climbed up onto his desk. It was almost as large as a bed. Sprawling across its broad surface, Carol anchored herself with her ass and hooked her legs over the sides. Her cunt yawned as a result, her bush parting at the center to frame the inner pink of her split pussy.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she crooned to her brother from the splendor of her spread-legged pose. "You know you've always wanted to, Cliff. You wouldn't be a normal brother if you didn't want to fuck your own sister. Any expert'll tell you that, Doctor."
Cliff didn't deny it. How could he? His jutting hard-on looked as if it might bust out of its own taut skin while it twitched in anticipation of hiking Carol's waiting cunt.
"Okay, Sis," he then openly admitted, "you've got me over a barrel. When we were growing up together, I used to jack off over you all the time. That's one of the reasons I fucked Sharon the other day. She was you all over again at that age."
"Well," Carol steamily beckoned, "now for the original. I'm not as young as I used to be, but then either is my brother. So let's pick on somebody our own age and find out what we've been missing with each other ass these years."
"Better late than never," Cliff eagerly agreed, hooked on the combination of his sister's logic and her inviting pussy.
After stripping entirely, he joined her on the desk, kneeling between her spread legs. Aiming his cock at her cunt, he nudged his knobby cockhead between her parted pussy-lips.
"Don't tease me, Cliff," Carol panted. "Shove it into me right away. I can't wait to feel every inch of your beautiful big cock in my pussy to your fat balls, the way Sharon already has. So you're fucking me every bit as hard and deep as you fucked my little girl."
Cliff bucked his crotch. His prick sank into her squishing pussy to the hilt. Then his sister wrapped her legs around him and started rocking him on top of her.
"Feels soooo goooood!" Carol swooned. "The way it never has the whole time I've been married! Just guess that getting fucked and being a wife don't mix for the cunts in this family."
"Then you and Keith-" "Never!" Carol declared. "I've had two more kids from him fucking me than I've had orgasms. All Keith's ever made me do in bed has been my damned duty."
"God, Sis, then why didn't you ask me for help sooner?" Cliff asked. "For Christ's sake, I'm a doctor ..."
"You don't treat your own relatives, remember?" Carol teased.
Here, Cliff showed his own sense of humor. "Just shut up and come, Sis."
It was a suggestion that struck the right nerve right between Carol's legs. On cue, her cunt spasmed wildly around her brother's prick, rippling, oozing and burning with immediate orgasm.
"Good girl," Cliff praised her response. "Want more, Sis?"
"I'll never let you hear the end of it if you don't make it happen."
"Your breasts?"
"You mean my tits! And squeeze 'em as hard as you can! The better you hurt 'em, the more I'll feel it in my fucked cunt and the harder I'll come for you!"
"You got it, Sis."
Then Cliff promptly clamped down on one of his sister's large tit-jugs, sinking his nails into her spongy tit-flesh. Carol writhed from the welcome pain, then screamed with delight from a fresh climax. But her brother still had another hand left.
"And your asshole, Sis?" Cliff next asked.
"Fingerfuck it!" Carol eagerly rasped. "It's just like my tits. Anything you do where I shit'll go straight to my pussy!"
"Like this, Sis?"
"God, yes," groaned Carol, as a pair of knuckles jammed into her asshole. "Perfect, Cliff, fantastic! Feels like I've got another cock up my ass to go along with the one already fucking my cunt."
Cliff now pumped both fuck-holes between his sister's legs, while simultaneously mauling her tits. Then, at the latter, he replaced his gouging fingers with his mouth and captured one of her nipples between his teeth.
"Yes, bite me, bite me!" Carol cried. "Bite tit, fingerfuck ass and fuck my cunt!"
Cliff expertly did all three. But he didn't plan on stopping there. As a doctor, he knew the makeup of the female body well enough to be aware that there was one last thing he could do before he shot his wad which would thrill Carol even beyond the three-way action he was giving her at the moment. And the way his cum pressured his balls, if he didn't hurry up and go for it, he'd miss the chance at the perfect ending to the perfect brother-sister fuck.
So, Cliff abruptly changed course. He reared up from his sister's tits, unplugged her ass with his popping knuckles, and yanked his prick free of her pussy.
"My God, what're you doing?" Carol wailed with frustration.
"Trust me, Sis," her brother said to her.
Then he took her legs, bending them back over her head to jack-knife her. Her ass was now the highest part of her naked body, her asscrack yawning. And there, between them, was the puckered dent which was Cliff's final target.
He didn't waste time, ramming his big cock into it. Carol screamed from the surging impact. Screamed because she was suddenly coming harder than ever from being fucked in the ass by her hung brother.
At this point, Cliff had only a few cock-strokes left in him before his cock was due to erupt. He made the most of them, jack-hammering his sister's shit-pit one, two, three times. Then, after the third thrust, he remained hilted to his balls and came with such creamy force that it was as if he were pissing jizz.
And in turn, Carol answered with her own form of gushing release. Her bowels exploding, she orgasmically shit all over Cliff's coming cock. It was the peak of incestuous passion. Brother and sister were as close as any fucking, coming couple could be to lifting themselves into a world of their own . . .
But then the door separating them from reality opened, and they were no longer alone.
Chapter Five
She just hadn't been able to stay away. Sharon marched right across the waiting room toward the door of the doctor's inner office.
"I bet your pardon, young lady," the nurse called to her. "Do you have an appointment?"
"What if I don't?"
"It doesn't make any difference if you do," the nurse said. "The doctor has an emergency. You'll have to make arrangements to see him later in the week."
The intruder couldn't resist asking, "You know what the good doctor is doing in there, don't you, you horny bitch? Really get off on it, I'll bet."
"I-I beg your pardon ..."
"Damn, I wouldn't be surprised if you listen in on the intercom."
"You must be crazy ..."
Once again, the intruder couldn't resist. She charged the nurse's desk and tried the intercom. Sure enough, it was in operation. The dial that controlled the volume was still sweaty from having been so recently turned down. Now it was turned back up by the intruder as the nurse's face turned ashen.
Picking up a female voice, the intercom now crackled, "Oh, my ass! My fucked ass! I'm shitting back all over your cock as hard as your jizz is shooting into me down there!"
Sharon switched off the machine.
"Don't kid yourself, you ugly bitch. As much as you wish that was you in there, it'll never happen. And, unless I miss my guess, you won't have a job, either, if the doctor finds out you've been spying on him. I'd clean up my act if I were you-and, thank God, I'm not."
The nurse bolted from the office, her fat ass barely squeezing through the door in her haste to take advantage of having the rest of the day off.
"Bye," Sharon mocked. "Don't fingerfuck yourself too much when you get home. I don't think a cunt like yours could stand too much coming."
Then, when the nurse had vanished, she went to the door of the doctor's inner office and opened it. There, to her delight, were her uncle and mother on the desk, just finishing a messy ass-fuck.
Cliff saw her first. He looked up from the action and she was grinning from ear to ear.
"We-we've got company," Cliff gasped.
Carol glanced toward the doorway and broke into a grin that was as wide as Sharon's when she saw that it was her daughter who'd broken in on the action.
"Oh, Sharon, baby," she called. "I was hoping you wouldn't be able to stay away."
"And I was hoping you'd say that when I showed up, Mom," Sharon bubbled. "The more I thought about you fucking Uncle Cliff, the hornier I got. Was thinking that after you'd had him for yourself, then maybe ..."
"You could join in?" Carol guessed.
"You read my mind, Mom."
"Well, we have to be fair. We'll leave it up to your uncle," Carol suggested. Then, with a twinkle, she added, "But you just might be able to help him make up his mind, sweetheart."
Sharon got the message. She immediately began to strip.
"Ever suck and fuck with two of your patients at the same time?" she asked her wide-eyed uncle, picking up steam as her clothes came off.
Cliff shook his head. At the same time, fresh out of Carol's fucked ass, his shit-smeared prick twitched. It was harder than ever.
"Guess there's a first time for everything, uh, Uncle Cliff?" Sharon chuckled, stark-naked now. "Like, until just the other day, you didn't treat your relatives, either. Silly boy, don't you know we make the best patients? But I suppose they didn't teach you that in medical school."
Then, her hips and tits swaying, Sharon advanced on her dumbfounded uncle. When she arrived at his desk, her mother slipped away to the sidelines to watch. Taking the latter's place, Sharon dominated Cliff, pushing him flat on his back. Then she went right down on him, giving his filthy prick a blowjob.
"Oh, yeah," Carol sighed with approval to her deep-throating daughter, "suck Mama's shit off your uncle's ass-fucked cock! Almost makes me come just from watching you . . . almost, hell! Oooooh, I am coming!"
Carol climaxed on the spot, untouched. Then just watching was no longer enough. She returned to her desk. It would hold three if the bodies were properly arranged. And she knew just how to make the most of the available space, climbing astride her captive brother's shoulders and sitting on his face.
"Right on, Mom," Sharon urged with a slurping mouthful of prick, "make Uncle Cliff eat it. Eat your sweet pussy."
"Mmmmm, he already is," Carol sighed. "What a tongue! Feels more like a cock in my cunt than the first time he ate me."
"Now you're really tempting me, Mom," Sharon playfully answered, drawing away from the blowjob after having sucked her uncle clean. "Getting me hot for his real cock in my own cunt while he's tongue-fucking yours."
"Then what're you waiting for, child?" mother encouraged daughter. "Go for it. Can't think of anything I'd rather see than my two favorite people putting on a show for me when I'm part of the show, too."
"Then you got it, Mom," Sharon declared. "Showtime, for sure!"
Sharon now bobbed up to straddle her uncle's loins with her own. Her cunt cast a dripping shadow over his cock and balls, ready to plunge down in a friendly form of female rape.
"Up, up," she spoke directly to Cliff's cock. "Straighten up, you dumb prick!"
Cliff's hard-on sprang to attention at a ninety-degree angle from his crotch. It couldn't stay like this for long without collapsing under its own weight. But his niece scarcely needed any time to take advantage of the situation.
Her pussy surged downward to snag the target, abruptly filling itself with every inch of her uncle's standing fuckrod. Then Sharon swiveled her hips, whipsawing Cliff's hiking cock to turn on the friction.
"Ooooh, he likes that," Carol giggled from her perch on her brother's face.
"How do you know, Mom?"
"His tongue just did a corkscrew in my cunt the same as your cunt just did to his cock," reported a merry Carol. "God, what a team we are, honey. No man we set our sights on is safe from us."
"Then let's keep it up," Sharon lilted. "Practice makes perfect."
She swiveled her hips once more, wrenching her uncle's cock around almost double in her twisting pussy. At the same time, Carol's crotch ground against Cliff's face, obviously set into gear by the action in her own pussy.
"When you did that to his prick," mother told daughter, "his tongue just went crazy again. Better believe I'm gonna come if you keep on making him keep it up."
"You got it, Mom! Hold on, 'cause here we go for broke."
Sharon's cunt then began rising and falling on her uncle's hard-on. Cliff's tongue automatically pumped to the same rhythm in Carol's pussy.
"Here I come!" crowed Carol.
"Not any harder than I am, Mom!" Sharon declared.
Then, bearing down on Cliff's tongue and cock with their respective pussies, mother and daughter drenched their prisoner of sex with their female cum. It drooled down his chin and seeped onto his balls.
"Ahhh, that was fun," Carol sighed when she and Sharon had let their climaxes run their juicy courses. "So what do you want to do for an encore now that we have your uncle right where we want him?"
"What else?" Sharon chuckled. "Keep driving him crazy from too much of a good thing. And ourselves a little bit crazy, too."
"Sounds delightful," Carol readily agreed. "Only thing is, how much more can the poor guy take? He already came plenty for me before you walked in. How much do you think he has left in him?"
"One more load of jizz will be enough to make it worth our while, if we work it right," Sharon said. "The trick is to keep it bottled up as long as we can. Keep bringing the poor guy to the brink, but not letting him shoot off until we're good and ready for it. That'll keep his cock plenty hard for us."
"You devil!" Carol giggled. "Sounds like torture."
"Right on, Mom," Sharon lilted, taking credit where it was due. "And do you know any man who wouldn't jump at the chance to put himself through it with a couple of sex-machines like us?"
Carol guessed her daughter was right. It was undoubtedly a male fantasy to be all but raped by women gone wild. On the other hand, though, Carol then wistfully noted, if she and Sharon knew so much about what made men tick, then why couldn't either one of them deal with their own husbands?
"It's a good question, Mom," Sharon had to admit. "I dunno, maybe Daddy and Tommy are just a couple of losers. Or maybe we should've teamed up before. No doubt about it, we bring out the best in each other. Just like we're gonna bring out the best in Uncle Cliff. Who knows what Daddy and Tommy might do if we ganged up on them, too?"
"That's just the problem," Carol sighed. "Who knows with either of those two jerks? I think your first theory made a lot more sense. They're just a couple of losers, that's all. Whey even bother with them anymore? Sorry I even brought them up. Especially when your uncle's already right here for the taking."
"Yeah, can't argue with that," Sharon said.
"Uncle Cliffs such a sweetheart that we owe it to him to rape him silly."
"Then let's forget about those loser husbands of ours and get down to work again," Carol steamily suggested, back on the track. "I'm just dying to find out how far we can push this brother of mine before he has to come so bad he can taste it."
From there, mother and daughter got back into gear. They switched positions, Sharon sitting on Cliff's face and Carol riding his prick in her pussy. He squirmed on the desk beneath them, the friction from his wriggling tongue and stabbing hard-on producing another pair of female climaxes. However, while they came again themselves, Sharon and Carol were even more aware of their stud-service's potential bursting point.
Suddenly, in the midst of her orgasmic pleasure, Carol forced herself to jump away from her brother's crotch. Separated from her cunt, Cliff's hard-on fell under its own rigid bulk, bouncing on his belly.
"He was just about to shoot it," Carol explained.
"Yeah, I can see," Sharon noted, glancing down at how her uncle's cockhead dribbled pre-cum. "You just got him out of your pussy in time. Guess I'd better stop sitting on his face now, too. He wouldn't be the first guy who ever creamed from eating cunt."
Then mother and daughter were both off the desk, giving Cliff a chance to temporarily cool down and a chance to speak for the first time since they'd teamed up on him.
"Please," he pleaded, "you've got to put me out of my misery. All I want to do is come."
"Could you get another hard-on right away if we let you shoot this load?" Carol asked.
"Don't think I'll be able to get another one for a week after this," Cliff croaked in admission.
"Then no way you're getting off the hook this soon or easy, Uncle dear," Sharon affectionately taunted. "Mom and I are just getting started making the most out of your last hard-on."
"What if I get rid of it myself?" Cliff rasped. "You can't stop me."
"Oh, yes, we can!" Sharon barked, snatching her uncle's wrist to keep him from reaching for his cock and the relief of a quick hand job. "Not a chance we're letting you turn into a jack-off artist now."
Cliff tried grabbing for his throbbing prick with his other hand, and Carol caught that one. Then, pinning his arms to his sides, his sister and niece went back to work torturing him with their female charms.
Leaning over from either side of the desk, this time they licked, and their tongues traveled everywhere on Cliff s muscular body except to lap his most impressive muscle of all-the ten-inch one flexing between his legs.
"Mmmmm, just look at that big, hard cock just waiting to explode," a slurping Sharon teased.
Her mother answered, "Too bad that once it won't be big and hard anymore. So we're really doing it a favor by not letting it come."
"Oh, you bitches, you damned bitches!" Cliff groaned with frustration.
"It gets even worse, brother dear-or better, depending on how you look at it," Carol laughed. "So why don't you just look at this."
Still holding Cliff's arm down on her side of the desk with one hand, she reached with her other hand for one of her own big tits. Tilting up her plump nipple, she treated it to some of her tongue, licking herself now instead of her brother.
"Mmmmm," Carol moaned from the self-stimulation, "getting your eyes full, Cliff? Believe me, it feels as good as it looks."
Sharon immediately joined in. "So does this, Uncle Cliff."
She reached down with her free hand and began fingerfucking her own squishing cunt.
"You're going too far," Cliff warned. "I can only take so much."
Sharon and Carol automatically assumed that he meant what he saw was getting to him enough to make him shoot his wad, but Cliff had meant something else about his reaction to the game they were playing. He was, after all, a man. One who worked out every day at a health club with weights to keep himself fit. He'd been known to bench-press two hundred and fifty pounds, and between them his slender niece and sister probably didn't weigh that much. So teaching them a lesson got down to being a simple matter of brute force. And the bitches had definitely gone too far not to be put in their places.
"Okay, you asked for it!" Cliff now roared.
Up from the desk he reared with all his strength, wrenching free from Sharon and Carol with such force that they were hurtled backward. Then he went after the nearest female head of hair, grabbing a fistful of it and slinging its owner to the floor.
"Now I'm gonna teach you bitches what rape's really all about!" Cliff vowed. "One of you getting and the other one watching!"
His niece was the victim Cliff had selected. He bore down on Sharon with all his power, pinning her beneath him. It was impossible to tell if she was trying to put up a struggle because he so totally overwhelmed her.
"Oooooooh, Mom, I'm raped!" Sharon gurgled as her cunt was violently stabbed with the big cock she and her mother had been teasing. "Mom, aren't you gonna do anything about it?"
"You bet!" Carol called back.
Then she darted toward the action. However, when she arrived, Carol made no attempt to pull her brother off her helpless daughter. Instead, she was sticking her face into the crush of loins and hungrily licking the union of cock and pussy.
"Oh, Mom, anybody else would've tried to save me," Sharon whimpered. And then, with a vibrant surge in her voice, she added, "Thank God, you know better than that!"
"Mmmm-hmmmm," Carol slurped at the heart of the action.
She went on from there to suck her brother's churning balls. Considering what Cliff had been through already, this was more than enough to burst the dam between his legs.
"Never had to do anything so bad in my life!" he gusted, his hiked cock gushing now at his niece's fucked depths.
There was so much jizz that Sharon's cunt couldn't begin to hold it all. Even as her uncle continued to come, the excess overflowed, leaking into the crack of her ass. Releasing her oral grasp on her brother's balls in favor of this sticky target down below, there was Carol with her tongue lapping between the sticky cheeks of her daughter's drenched ass.
"Mmmmm, yes, Mom," Sharon called down, "get your tongue all slippery with Uncle Cliff's jizz and give me a rim job in my asshole."
Carol wasted no time in doing what her daughter wanted. Indeed, when her oral fuck-tool surged into Sharon's shitpit, its impact bumped her brother's now drained and shrinking cock out of her daughter's slippery pussy.
"And I thought I'd have the final say-so," an exhausted Cliff sighed. "Damn, these two are too much for me. No one man can keep up with them. Pity either of their poor husbands if he tangles with them and thinks he'll come out on top ..."
Cliff slumped to the floor, then sprawled flat on his back, reeling from an overdose of sucking and fucking.
"But, y'know," he finished his last thought, "it's not a bad way to go. If this is the battle of the sexes, sure is a helluva way for a guy to lose. Their husbands should be as lucky as I am!"
Then Cliff's eyes closed, his head flopped to the floor along with the rest of him, and he was out cold. But he was grinning from ear to ear.
Chapter Six
"Gee, Mom, I still can't believe you actually got Uncle Cliff to fuck you and come again after the kinda shape he was in," Sharon sighed with admiration as they drove home.
"He's the one who'll never believe it," Carol laughed. "He'll go to his grave thinking it was just a dream. He stayed out cold the whole time, with that big, silly grin on his face. So let him just go on thinking that one last fuck was all in his head-as long as I know it was really in my cunt."
"You're just incredible, Mom," Sharon said, so proud of being Carol's daughter. "I'd be so disappointed if anybody else was my mother."
"I feel the same way about you being my little girl," Carol lovingly answered. "I'd still be sitting around feeling sorry for myself if it weren't for you. Thanks to you, baby, I feel like I'm born again-almost like we're each other's mothers, somehow. No way I'll ever go back to being the old me. I wouldn't even recognize that poor soul anymore."
"Then I take it that means you're ready for more, huh?" Sharon anxiously asked.
"Absolutely!" Carol declared. Then she added, "As long as neither of us has to fuck our husbands again, nothing can stop us, right?"
Actually, though, Sharon had been thinking in the opposite direction. Perhaps she was an old-fashioned girl, but, after the success she and her mother had had together, maybe even saving their marriages was not beyond their combined talents.
However, Carol made her position clear. "I'm through being somebody's wife, that's all there is to it. I'm seeing a lawyer tomorrow and filing for a divorce. And, for once, your father's timing is terrific. He went out of town on business today, so when he gets back everything'll be all taken care of, the papers waiting for him."
"You really mean it, Mom?" Sharon muttered at the prospect of her family breaking up.
"Never been more serious or happier about anything in my life," Carol bubbled. "In fact, I'll tell you what. You come with me tomorrow and the same lawyer can get your divorce from that bastard Tommy at the same time. I'll even pay for it, pay for both of us to get our freedom. After all, it's your father's money, he can afford it."
She laughed at the thought of that, stepping on the gas to celebrate* with a burst of speed. For her part, Sharon just nodded and said nothing more for now. Once again she was in the position of needing advice. And so far there had been one person on whom she could rely. Well, he was just going to have to put up with her some more, she decided. * * * The next morning, Sharon told her mother that she didn't feel well. Didn't think she'd be able to see the divorce lawyer.
"Don't worry, I'll make another appointment for you with him," Carol sympathetically said. "You just go back to bed, honey, while I go take care of business. See you later. We can celebrate when I get back if you feel better. You know how!"
As soon as her mother was gone, Sharon made haste to leave, herself. Not bothering to call ahead of time, she ran all the way to the office that was her destination, breathlessly bursting into the waiting room when she arrived to see the doctor.
Immediately recognizing her, the nurse sputtered, "Young lady . . . what makes you think you can just march in here whenever you feel like it? I don't care who you are, this can't go on!"
Sharon ignored her, charging straight ahead through the door to the inner office. When she appeared on the scene, her uncle's eyebrows shot up almost all the way to his scalp.
"Uh, Mrs . . . Mrs ..." he stammered to his fat, middle-aged patient, suddenly unable to think of her name. "Well, just take two pills and call me in the morning. That will take care of it."
The confused woman looked around and suspiciously eyed the intruder.
Sharon couldn't resist, drawling with a smirk, "He's mine now, honey. And if that doesn't satisfy you, take twice as many of the pills and you won't give a shit about anything!"
Cliff quickly stammered, "Yes, this is my new nurse. She's quite right. The more of those pills you take, the better you'll feel."
"Well ... if you say so," the woman muttered, backing toward the door as Sharon pushed passed her. "I certainly need something to pick m^ up."
When she was gone, Cliff slowly shook his head, even\though he was still grinning.
"You shouldn't have done that," he told his niece.
"Then why did you back me up?" Sharon asked.
"Because that fat bitch drives me up the wall," Cliff chuckled. "And the pills I have here are pure sugar. She's as healthy as a horse, so no harm done no matter how many of them she takes."
Then Cliff frowned, sensing that he now had a real problem on his hands with the appearance of his niece.
"You can't be here for more fucking," he said. "Couldn't be, not after yesterday with you and your mother. You must know I'm only human. So this time you must be here after more advice."
Sharon soberly nodded, then revealed, "Mom's seeing a lawyer today. To divorce Daddy. She wanted me to go with her about Tommy, too, but I pretended to be sick."
"Well," Cliff sensibly said, "unhappy marriages were meant to be ended. That's why divorce was invented. I've heard a lot worse ideas than you and your mother getting a fresh start."
"Maybe so," Sharon mumbled, "especially with me and Tommy. But I still love my dad, even if he didn't fuck Mom right. I just couldn't stand to go to that lawyer with her and listen to her cut Daddy loose like that. Do you know what I mean, Uncle Cliff?"
Cliff understood, all right. "You want to fuck your father, don't you?"
When her uncle asked it, Sharon's pussy automatically spasmed and she knew at once he was correct.
"Yes, I guess so," she admitted.
Cliff went on. "What you'd really like is a trade, wouldn't you? You get your father, and your mother fucks Tommy. Then everybody winds up happy."
Sharon was not so ready to admit that. But she was no more ready, either, to deny that it might be true.
"Trust me," her uncle soothed, puffing on his pipe for emphasis the way he did when he was trying to make an important point. "Trust me enough to think it over on your own- honestly. Then get back in touch and we'll take it over."
"And in the meantime I should just let Mom go ahead and dump Daddy?" Sharon asked.
"What's the lawyer's name?" Cliff asked her in reply.
She told him.
"Ah, yes, I know him," her uncle said. "We're members of the same health club. Owes me a favor, too. I'll call and have him give your mother a lawyer's version of the same sugar pills I just gave my last patient."
"Thanks, Uncle Cliff, you're swell! What would I do without you?"
"Just be honest with yourself, that's all I ask," Cliff said. "And, oh yes, one other thing. Your brother, Butch."
"Wh-what about him?" Sharon gulped, caught by surprise.
"You'd better sit that boy down for a little talk about the facts of life."
"D-don't understand."
"The way your mother is going," Cliff said with certainty. "That boy is as good as fucked. Better prepare him for the inevitable if you can. Since you fucked him first, he'll listen to you and know what to expect from your mom." * * * Butch Arnold had a hard-on that wouldn't quit. Unable to concentrate at school, he cut class and headed for home. For with his sister having moved back in, if he was lucky, Sharon would be there for him to fuck again. The only catch would be if their mom was around.
"Anybody there?" he called when he closed the front door behind him.
Just then the phone rang. Butch hid behind the drapes, his heart sinking when his mother appeared to answer. She was naked and dripping wet, fresh out of the shower.
"Yes, this is Mrs. Arnold. Butch Arnold is my son," she said to the caller. "Hmmmm, I see. Certainly, I couldn't agree more than cutting school is serious business. You can be sure I'll be dealing with the boy personally. Thank you for phoning."
Behind the drapes, Butch held his breath, praying that his mother hadn't spotted his sneakers poking out from underneath. Expecting the worst, he was already trying to invent a story to lie his way out of trouble.
But his mother turned away. Butch had to bite his lips to keep from sighing out loud in relief. Of course, though, his problems weren't over. He was still trapped in hiding until his mother left the room. But this, he now saw, wasn't going to happen for a while, as she went over to the couch and stretched out in the nude.
"Mmmmm!" she murmured, making herself comfortable. "Nothing like a hot shower and then, mmmmm, this."
And from his hiding place, Butch now had a perfect view of his mother's form of relaxation. One of her legs had been propped over the back of the couch. The other strayed down toward the floor. This stretched her bare thighs wide open, and at their hairy crux her hand rubbed.
"Jeez, my own mom playing with her own cunt," Butch panted under his ragged breath. "Never thought I'd get to see anything like this. She's almost as sexy as Sis."
Butch's cock bulged in his jeans, as hard now for his mother as it had been for Sharon. He watched the hairy cunt that had given him birth being fingerfucked now. Even from across the room he could hear it rhythmically squish. In reaction, his aroused prick throbbed to the same tempo.
"Wonder if I'd have the balls to fuck her, if she ever gave me the chance?" he asked himself.
And then Butch Arnold heard his mother moan, "Oooooh, what I'd give for my hot cunt full of a real cock now, instead of just my fingers. A big, hard cock! A young one, too! Kind that never gets tired!"
Listening to this, Butch was sorely tempted to make some kind of move. Damn, he thought, if she tempted him very much more he just might wind up as an honest-to-God motherfucker.
His mother seemed to be reading his mind, groaning next, "If a hung, young stud walked in one me right now, I'd make him fuck me no matter what. No matter who he was. And if he got cold feet, I'd probably rape him."
Butch couldn't stand it.
"You won't have to rape me, Mom," he blurted out. "If you want cock, here I am!"
Carol Arnold grinned from ear to ear, seeming not in the least surprised by her son's appearance.
"What kept you so long, darling?" she devilishly purred.
"Y-You knew I was here the whole t-time?" Butch stammered.
"Wouldn't have put on this show if I hadn't," Carol purred on. "Had to make you think it was your idea to fuck me before I let you know it was really mine. Get you so horny for my pussy in the first place that you wouldn't have any second thoughts when push came to shove ..."
She paused to chuckle.
"And, sonny boy, I expect a whole lot of pushing and shoving from that hard, young cock in my tight pussy. So, c'mon, darling. Show Mommy the hard, young cock her pussy's sooooo ready for."
As if he couldn't quite believe what he was doing, Butch unzipped his fly. But then he was shaking so much that his mother took over. Leaving the couch, Carol was abruptly kneeling before him, and it was she who now pulled his rigid prick into the open.
"You'll always be my little boy," she teased when she saw how her son was hung, "but, my, you've been doing some growing up! I'm not even sure I could get all of such a big cock in my mouth."
She merrily laughed.
"Just watch me try, though."
Down she swooped. Butch watched half of his prick disappear into her mouth from her first swallow. The rest she took more slowly, slurping it down inch by inch. It soon turned out that any doubts Carol had expressed about being able to deep-throat the whole thing were not to be taken seriously. She had no difficulty sucking her son's teenage cock to his balls.
Recovering his voice, Butch panted, "Damn, Mom, your mouth feels just like a cunt! Like it's more than you're just giving me a blowjob. Like I'm fucking you right in the face!"
Then he matched action with words, taking his mother's head in his hands to guide her suction. As he did this to her, Butch began rolling his hips and bucking his crotch. His cock pumped down her throat, the friction mounting with every thrust.
"Bet you like the taste of jizz, don't you, Mom?" he soon gusted. "Well, you're gonna get plenty of mine. Will you drink it all? I've got a real hot, wet load to shoot."
He fucked her mouth some more, harder and deeper with each surge of his big prick. Then, with a final hitting lurch, his mother's thirst for his cum was ready to be tested. A scalding torrent of it now erupted, pouring down her gulping throat.
Carol Arnold slurped as fast as Butch's jizz spurted. She greedily drained his cock and balls down to the dregs. And by the time she'd milked the last drop, she left her hung son with a hard-on that hadn't lost a fraction of an inch.
"Mmmmmm, you don't get one bit tired, do you? What they say about young boys is true,"
Carol gurgled, stroking her son's prick now that she was through sucking it. "You're ready to go again right away. Straight from my mouth to my cunt."
"Sure, Mom," Butch agreed, as if in a trance. "Whatever you say."
"Well, then, what're we waiting for?" Carol said, having taken her feet long enough to return to the couch, where she now flopped with her legs spreading. "Here it is."
Her cunt yawned between her parted thighs. Butch blinked, as if he could almost picture himself being squeezed out of it on the day he'd been born. Then his jutting prick twitched with anticipation at the incestuous prospect of reentering the same juicy fuckhole.
He approached the couch, as ready as any boy could ever be to become a motherfucker. But then, moving to take the plunge, he was stopped short by a last-second question.
"Are you cherry?" his mother asked.
"Y-Yeah, I am, Mom," Butch lied, not wanting to get into why he wasn't.
"Then why," his mother cannily asked, "did you tell me my mouth felt like a cunt? How would you know that if you've never fucked anyone?"
"I was only, uh, guessing," Butch gulped. Carol now shook her head with certainty, saying, "No, you weren't. You fucked her, didn't you?"
"Wh-who?"
"Your sister," Carol matter-of-factly said. "You fucked Sharon."
Butch looked sheepish. How had his mother figured it out so easily?
"Why didn't Sharon tell me? After all we did together ..."
"D-Did what with Sis, Mom?" Butch risked asking.
Carol came out of her temporary funk and looked her son straight in the eye, sharply telling him, "Forget about me and Sharon. And by the time you're finished fucking me, young man, I'll make you forget about you and her, too!"
Showing how much she meant business, Carol reached out with her long legs and snared her startled son. Then she drew him on top of her, yanking his pants all the way down and trapping him between her clutching thighs so his cock was just shy of her impatient cunt.
"Put it in, and that's an order!" she demanded. "This is your mother talking, young man! If you know what's good for you, you'll start fucking me right now!"
Butch closed his eyes and did what came naturally, his crotch bucking and his prick entering her tight cunt. With his first cock-thrust he learned how tight and wet his mother was. She may have had two children, but her pussy was every bit as much of a spasming vise as her own daughter's.
"I'm telling you, Mom, Sis's cunt didn't grab my prick any better!" Butch groaned.
But Carol snapped, "Forget about her, I told you. Sharon's just your sister. You're a motherfucker now, damn it, so get the job done!"
Butch knew at this point that it was time to stop thinking with anything but his cock. Fortunately, his mother's horny pussy made that easy. You didn't fuck it as much as it fucked you. Tugging and hauling, the mounting friction it applied to Butch's prick already had his balls churning with a rising tide of jizz.
"You're gonna come quick, aren't you?" his mother guessed.
Butch didn't deny it.
"Then hurry up while there's still time and get me coming first," Carol urged. "Suck my tits while you're fucking my cunt. Suck my tits the way you used to do when you were still a hungry, little baby."
Automatically bunching her tit-mounds together so her plump nipples were side by side, Butch went down on his latest target. Although he couldn't consciously remember sucking his mother's tits when he was a baby, the taste of their sweet flesh was eerily familiar. And even if he couldn't get milk this time around, what he did draw from his mother was even more satisfying now that he was old enough to be a stud.
"Oh, yes, I'm commmming!" Carol Arnold orgasmically moaned. "My own mothersucking, motherfucking son has me coming sooooo gooooood!"
The way his mother came for him put added pressure on Butch's balls. In short, he was on the brink of coming now, too.
Sensing his condition, Carol called, "Shoot it into me, motherfucker! Drown my pussy with your hot young jizz!"
Butch's buried prick gushed on cue at the depths of his mother's cunt. He hadn't, he thought, even come this hard for his sister. What's more, while he unloaded his scalding cream, his cock seemed to be actually getting stiffer.
Sure enough, when his climax had slowed to a dribble, Butch could feel that he still had the same throbbing hard-on he'd started out with. He could just go right on fucking. The only question was whether his mother wanted it in her pussy again, or somewhere else.
Carol now gave her son the answer, crying out, "In my ass now, stud! Motherfuckers my ass!"
Butch promptly yanked his mighty fuck-tool from her swamped pussy and aimed it a notch below. His mother sexily farted to open up the puckered dent of her shitpit. Butch stabbed into it like his cock was as sword. It was so tight that he gasped from the immediately pinching friction. Then, thrusting his cock even deeper in this most narrow of female openings, he went for even more with every inch he had.
"Shall I shit for you?" mother then asked son, when he'd hilted his teenage prick.
"Yeah, I'd like that," Butch rasped, on a macho roll. "Wanna know I ass-fucked the shit out of you, Mom!"
"Mmmmmm, you have!"
Carol's hot female fudge now seeped down her son's cock. Taking advantage of the lubing slime, Butch pistoned his cock with slippery momentum in her ass.
"Now am I gonna make you come, Mom?" he asked.
"Mmmmm, you have!" repeated Carol to orgasmically welcome this second form of release. "First I shit. Now I'm coming. Shitting and coming . . . coming and shitting . . . thanks to my motherfucking son!"
She had her legs hooked over Butch's shoulders now, riding his cock in her ass while she shitted and came. Then she told him not to forget about her tits. They were definitely ready for more, and this time she was more than ready for it to hurt.
Butch took his mother at her word. After sucking her tits before, now he squeezed each of her big tit-jugs hard.
"Yes, yes," Carol whimpered with approval, "the pain is just wonderful. More, more!"
Butch wrenched her tits around almost double. It made her shit and come harder for his ass-fucking cock down below.
"Love it! Love it! Love it!" Carol shrieked with joy. "Can't get enough! Longer it lasts, better I'll love it!"
However, in fact, Butch wasn't going to be able to last that much longer. For a tide of jizz was rising between his legs once again. His overworked cock and balls started to ache from the pressure. The more it increased the more difficult it was for Butch to breathe. And he'd started sweating bullets from the strain.
"Jeez," he groaned to himself, "can't take much more of this! Feels like I'm having a heart attack!"
Overhearing this, his mother told him, "Just go with the flow, motherfucker. I know you're only human."
Butch lost his breath completely. And as the last of the air whooshed from his lungs, a torrent of burning jizz gushed from his cock.
"This is it!" he croaked as he came. "Not gonna have anything left after I shoot this wad. Feels like I'm gonna crash and sleep for a week.
Hope you're fucked enough, Mom, 'cause I'm all fucked out."
From here, at the peak of what he was sure was his last load of jizz for a long time, Butch's remaining strength drained from his body at the same rate as his jizz did from his balls. By the time his cock had slowed to a sticky dribble, it and the rest of him were ragdoll-limp.
But even if he thought he was through, his mother wasn't. Squirming out from beneath Butch, she knelt beside the couch and flipped him over. At this point he was so exhausted that he wasn't sure what was happening. That is, until his wilted cock was engulfed by sucking warmth. He knew what it felt like, but couldn't believe it until he looked down and saw it with his open eyes.
There his kneeling mother was. Fresh from her asshole, his filthy cock was in her slurping mouth, and her determined suction made it clear she wasn't about to let up until she'd raised one last hard-on and treated herself to one more load of jizz.
Butch had imagined he was too weak to get it up for her again. But now he realized he was too tired to fight it. So his mother raped his cock with her mouth, making him her willing victim as he relaxed and enjoyed just going with the creamy flow that her shit-flavored blowjob inevitably produced.
Chapter Seven
Sharon had gone from her uncle's office to the school. Before her brother went home, she intended to head him off and discuss the family situation with him in detail. Not that she had anything against him turning motherfucker if he wanted to, but at least she felt she ought to warn Butch that he'd probably have to deal with that decision much sooner than later. Like maybe this afternoon, the way their mom was going.
She hung around outside the building until the last bell rang at two-thirty, hoping to spot Butch as he came down the steps with the other kids. But he didn't show. Then a girl Sharon knew waved and walked over.
"Well, how's married life been treating you?" the girl asked. "Bet that Tommy's a real stud."
Sharon didn't have time for small talk, asking back, "Have you seen my brother today?"
The girl laughed. "Butch! Hah, nobody's seen him. He cut class. I work in the office and heard the vice-principal calling your mom. Somebody else and they wouldn't have even bothered. But it really gets them all uptight when a good kid does what he feels like for a change."
"Did my mom answer?" Sharon gulped.
"Must have. Somebody did. Oh, yeah, come to think of it, I heard the vice-principal calling her Mrs. Arnold. Looks like Butch didn't get away with it, I guess. Poor kid. Everybody ought to get a day off once in a while from this prison ..."
Sharon didn't wait around to shoot the breeze. She left the girl standing there, making tracks for home.
When she arrived, she slipped in without knocking, through the back door. And the instant she'd passed through the kitchen she swore she could smell it from the living room. Sex. Raw sex.
Then she saw the evidence in the flesh. There was her brother, sprawled on the couch without his pants on. He was asleep but grinning, with his dangling cock still bright red and glistening from a lot of tight, wet something which Sharon knew for certain was spelled m-o-m.
"Well, I was too late," Sharon sighed. "For better or worse, Butch knows the score now. Looks like Mom fucked him silly."
Then, from behind, an all-too-familiar voice hissed, "And what about you, my darling daughter? How silly did you fuck him first, without ever telling me a thing about it? I thought we didn't have any secrets."
Sharon turned around, feeling as if a gun had been drawn on her. "It-it just didn't come up, that's all, Mom. With everything else that happened, it just didn't seem that important to tell you about me and Butch. Slipped my mind until . . . well, if you want to know the truth, Uncle Cliff reminded me of it today."
"So that's where you've been, you little slut. And I thought I could trust you," Carol Arnold fumed. "Back to fucking my brother on your own, are you, behind my back?"
"Well, just what were you doing with my brother while I was gone?" Sharon defensively snapped in reply, even though in truth she hadn't been fucking her uncle today. "Poor Butch. He looks like he's been through a wringer."
"Ahhh, that he has," Carol crowned with pride. "A mother fucking wringer from yours truly. Mouth, cunt and ass. Don't think he's gonna be satisfied with just his sister after that, do you?"
Sharon saw that she was getting nowhere, wearily sighing, "Have it your way, Mom. You want Butch, he's all yours."
"And I suppose you'll go running back to your uncle," Carol sneered.
"No, Mom, you can have him, too," Sharon said, her voice sagging with defeat. "I give up. I thought fucking would bring us all closer together, but now I can see I was wrong. I'm getting out of this madhouse."
"Going back to that no-good husband of yours with your tail between your legs, huh?" Carol taunted.
"No, Mom, I'm not going back to that madhouse, either," Sharon answered. "Just going, that's all . . . somewhere . . . anywhere . . . except down where I've been. So when you see Uncle Cliff, tell him thanks for trying to help me, but it didn't work out."
Sharon started for the door, not looking back. But then, just as she put her hand on the knob to open it, someone was banging like a madman from the other side.
"Let me in, goddamn it!" came a voice from outside. "I know that bitch is in there! She's my fuckin' wife and I'm here to take her back home with me where she belongs!"
"T-Tommy!" Sharon choked her husband's name. "He'll kill me!"
"I'll break down this fuckin' door!" he vowed.
Sharon turned to run out the back way. But it was too late. Unlocked, the front door burst open. Tommy saw Sharon ready to flee and charged. He caught up with her like a pouncing jungle cat. Then, with a fistful of her hair, he forced her down to her knees before him and yanked back her head. In his other hand he came up with a knife, bringing the blade to Sharon's throat.
"Ought to slash you wide open from ear to ear," he threatened. "But this is your lucky day, bitch. I'm just gonna rape you. Right here with your damned mother watching. Rape you so fuckin' good that you'll beg me to take you back home for more of the same by the time I'm finished."
"I-I'd rather die first!"
"Don't tempt me," Tommy darkly chuckled, playing with the knife's blade against his young wife's throat and nicking it just enough to draw a trickle of blood.
Then, suddenly, his attention shifted from Sharon to across the room. He and his mother-in-law were now locking stares.
"Hey, don't try anything, old lady," Tommy warned Carol. "Wasting you'd be my pleasure. Wouldn't even be having any of this trouble with Sharon if you hadn't been sticking your nose in our business."
But Carol not only didn't scare, she was grinning as she said, "Forget about that little cunt. She's not worth it. If you want a piece of ass, sonny boy, you don't have to rape Sharon to get it in this house."
Curious, Tommy asked, "Oh, yeah? Like what?"
"Like, uh, me," Carol boldly said, and even more boldly began stripping on the spot.
"Jesus, you must be nuts!" Tommy scoffed.
"No, more like I must be horny," Carol steamily replied, uncovering her big tits. "Horny as hell for a hung, young stud to fuck me silly. Especially when he's my daughter's husband and she has to watch me steal her man. If that doesn't put her in her place, nothing can. You're gonna teach her a lot more of a lesson by making her watch you fuck me than by raping her."
While she'd been speaking, Carol had been shedding the rest of her clothes. And now she stood stark-naked across the room from her son-in-law. Then, with her tits and hips seductively swaying, she began closing the distance between Tommy and herself.
"Drop the knife," she whispered when she was standing beside him.
As if she'd hypnotized him, Tommy did as he was told. Then his nude mother-in-law snatched him up in her arms and kissed him flush on the mouth, her tongue darting down his throat while her hairy cunt rubbed against his leg.
"Now let's see your other weapon," she purred when the kiss was broken. "This one."
She reached down and unzipped Tommy's fly. Next, her hand was groping inside his open jeans. When it came back out, the fingers were clutching his rigid hunk of throbbing cock.
"I'll bet you like to be sucked, don't you?" Carol said. "Get our big cock sucked the way it really deserves to be sucked, instead of the pitiful way your wife gives you a blowjob."
She knelt. Tommy just stood there, awestruck. Then his mother-in-law was going down on him, expertly deep-throating every inch of his long thick prick.
"Oh, man," Tommy had to admit, "that's some mouth. If I'd known my mother-in-law could give head like this, I'd have been around a long time ago."
Temporarily relaxing her oral grasp, Carol suggested, "Call me Mom. Fuck my mouth just like you'd fuck your real mother in the mouth if she gave you the chance."
"You mean if the old bag was half as foxy as you are, Mrs. Arnold ..."
"Mom!" Carol insisted.
"Yeah, Mom," sighed Tommy, then took Carol's head in his hands and had her deep-throat him again.
From there, he fucked her in the mouth without missing a cock-thrusting beat until he came. The Carol feasted on his jizz, answering every creamy spurt with a thirsty swallow.
"Yeah, drink it, drink it all," Tommy rasped. "Every drop of my cum . . . mom!"
When his cock slowed to a dribble, Carol nursed it to the end of his climax. And when she finally released his prick, she'd made sure with her expert suction that Tommy was as hard as ever in spite of how much he'd just come in her mouth.
"Hmmmm, looks like you're ready for more of me already," Carol gurgled. "Yes, indeed, looks like you're ready to motherfuck some tight, hot pussy."
"Just spread it out in front of me, Mom," Tommy eagerly replied, "and you'll get a cuntful of so much motherfucking cock you'll think it's gonna rip you in half."
"Don't make any promises you can't keep," teased Carol.
Then she dropped into position to showcase her cock-hungry cunt. She chose the dog-fucking pose, on all fours like a bitch in heat with her cunt-lips spread from the rear.
Dropping his pants entirely, Tommy went for it without delay. Lining up behind Carol, he took aim on her juicy cunt with his muscular hard-on, set his hips, and fucked every inch he had into the squishing target.
"Ooooh, you're such a stud!" Carol groaned upon impact. "Your cock feels twice as big in my pussy as it did in my mouth. Sharon must be crazy not to treat you like a king when you have such a king-sized cock!"
"Forget about her," Tommy said. "It's just you and me now. Sharon doesn't mean shit. You're my mom now, not her."
"Couldn't have said it better myself," Carol panted, then had a shuddering orgasm from the rubbing friction supplied by her cunt and Tommy's prick. "Welcome to the family, you motherfucking stud!"
And so Carol and Tommy poured it on, her cunt and his prick like poetry in motion. But although the other member of the triangle who had brought them together might have been all but forgotten by this point, she still remained on the scene . . .
Why, Sharon wondered as she watched the incredible spectacle that had unfolded before her glazed eyes, was her mother doing such a thing? What was it supposed to prove? Sure, they had quarreled, but Sharon just couldn't bring herself to believe that her mother would go this far with Tommy simply to get even.
Then what?
Now Sharon's mind went in the other direction. In spite of a bitter quarrel, a mother and daughter just didn't stop loving each other. And if one of them were threatened, wouldn't the other still come to her rescue, no matter what?
"If Daddy tried something with Mom like Tommy did with me, how far would I go to try and get him away from her?" Sharon asked herself under her breath, then looked directly at the dog-fucking action in the same room. And her answer was, "Yes, that far!"
It boiled down to this as far as Sharon was concerned. If her father ever tried to attack her mother and she was there, she'd sacrifice her own cunt to stop it. And with things being the other way around, Sharon wanted desperately to believe that her mother was doing the same thing on her behalf.
"Yes, she's fucking Tommy for me, not against me," Sharon decided. "Showing me how much she still loves me. And, ooooh, just look at her do it. What a mom! Taking Tommy for a ride and giving him a terrific piece of ass at the same time, all for me. How can I ever pay her back?"
Sharon looked some more at the fucking. Now that she knew its reason, its classic form quickly turned her on. Clearly, her mother didn't need her help to tame Tommy. But then again, the idea of joining in any way was becoming more appealing by the second.
"It'll let mom know that we're still a team, after all," Sharon reasoned. "I owe her that."
So, on the sidelines, an unnoticed Sharon quickly stripped. Being naked gave her added determination. Crawling around to the rear of the action, she set herself to make her move.
Her mother glanced back at this point and seemed to see her. Sharon froze, feeling pins of anticipation and needles of anxiety. Then her mother winked at her. And Sharon knew for certain that everything was definitely going to be all right.
So now, approaching from behind, she went for the first available opportunity to plug in. Tommy's balls. She leaned down without him seeing her and started sucking them.
"Hey, what's the deal?" Tommy said with surprise to Carol, unaware that Sharon was making her presence felt. "Feels like my balls are getting sucked. Feels great, too. But how're you doing that while I'm still dog-fucking you?"
"I'm not," Carol answered.
Confused, Tommy muttered, "Then what-"
Carol chuckled.
"Jeez," Tommy gulped, "is that Sharon . . . sucking my balls?"
"Guess she learned her lesson even better than we expected," Carol said. "Guess she decided that if you can't beat 'em, join 'em."
"But she's through!" Tommy protested. "Out of the picture."
"Not anymore," Carol advised. "So just relax and enjoy it, sonny boy. All she can do by sucking your balls is just make you come even harder in my cunt. And that suits yours truly just dandy. The more jizz I get from your big cock, the better."
"But what'll happen after I come?" Tommy asked.
"Knowing my horny little girl, she'll probably suck your jizz out of my fucked cunt just as soon as you finish sticking it to me," Carol confidently predicted.
"I thought you said she was too uptight to ever keep up with us?" Tommy croaked. "Now you act like you expected this all along? What's going on?"
"It's simple," Carol bubbled. "I lied before. Tommy, you never had a chance. So just shut up and come. You think a whole lot better with your cock than you do with your head."
Tommy started to sputter some more. However, down below, Sharon doubled the suction on his balls. At the same time, Carol clamped down with her cunt on his cock and tugged with all her strength. What she'd said before to Tommy was now proved beyond all doubt-he didn't have a chance.
"Arrrggghhh!" he yelped, sounding like he was dying as his cock exploded in the squeezing depths of Carol's cunt, his cum made more violent by his balls being in Sharon's sucking mouth.
"Mmmm, you do have plenty to shoot, don't you?" Carol sighed, on the receiving end of all that jizz. "You might act like a little bastard too much of the time, Tommy, but you still come like a first-class stud. Have to give you that. If you cleaned up the rest of your act, you just might fit into this family."
Tommy was coming too hard to pay much attention at this point. But Sharon had heard what her mother said and naturally wondered how it was really meant to be taken. Was there actually a chance that Tommy could become one of them? Was it possible that good sex could finally make him into a good person?
As Tommy fell to the wayside with temporary exhaustion, Sharon replaced his cock with her mouth on her mother's cunt with bi hunger.
In turn, Carol shifted around, angling for a mouthful of pussy herself. Sharon readily adjusted. The result was a mother-daughter sixty-nine, with Tommy watching from the sidelines.
In the past, Tommy would have been sure that his manhood was being threatened if a couple of bitches had decided they were more interested in each other's cunt than they were in him. He'd always believed you had to kick ass to keep the opposite sex in line, and that meant never letting them do anything on their own terms. Especially with each other.
However, what Tommy had thought before and his mindset now were two very different things. Because as he watched his wife and her mother sucking each other's pussy, he realized he had no problem accepting what he saw. Indeed, he felt grateful that he was lucky enough to witness the lesbian sixty-nine.
It also felt good for Tommy to stroke his prick as he watched the pussy-eating because he'd gotten another hard-on. Before today, he'd have rushed right in with it, demanding female service for his latest boner. Here, though, he just relaxed, enjoyed the show his wife and her mother were putting on, and peacefully beat his meat.
That they seemed not to notice him didn't bother Tommy at all. Never had he felt so comfortable when it came to sex.
"This is the way it ought to be," he sighed. "Everybody lets everybody else do their own thing and everybody's happy. No hassle. I could get used to this real easy."
He was seeing his marriage to Sharon in a whole fresh light now. Instead of imposing his own will on her, it had started to make a lot more sense to try and become a part of the family from which he'd originally stolen her. Fact is, he yearned to be more like her brother than her husband, as if they had the same mother whose pussy they could share.
"I just hope they'll listen to me when I tell them how I feel," Tommy wished aloud. "Wouldn't blame them if they didn't after all the crap I've pulled, but if any guy can change, I have."
Then, after his slow but steady hand job, his balls got that warm, tight feeling. He was going to come if he continued. And to him, this would be further proof that he'd finally learned to keep his hands and cock to himself when that was the right thing to do.
However, a pleasant surprise was in store for Tommy. Sharon and Carol abruptly ended their sixty-nine, turning their naked bodies Tommy's way. His hand froze on his stiff prick. Then they bowled him over and finished the job for him, using their kissing mouths and licking tongues all over his cock and balls. When Tommy did go ahead and come, it was all over their grinning female faces.
"Thank you," he humbly said. "This is the best thing that ever happened to me, thanks to you two. This is all . . . well, sounds dumb, but it makes me feel nice."
Carol chuckled, "Just don't get too nice, kid-do. I wouldn't want my daughter married to somebody who couldn't turn on the rough stuff when she and I need a little ass-kicking to keep us in line. We need all the studs we can get in this family."
Sharon readily nodded in agreement, then hugged Tommy and bubbled, "We can make it together, honey. It's not over between us, after all. Just starting. God, it's a funny thing to say, but after today I feel almost more like you're my own brother than just my husband."
And Carol laughed, "Speaking of which, look who we forgot all about."
And there was Sharon's real brother, sprawled asleep on the couch, completely ignored until now and totally unaware of what had happened around him.
And laughing some more, Carol said, "You know, sex is kinda like playing bridge. It's always better with a fourth."
She shook her naked son awake. Butch didn't know what to think as he blinked and focused.
"Meet your new brother," his mother told him, confusing him further as she pointed to Tommy.
But Butch would soon get the idea. A new round of sucking and fucking would include him this time. He and Tommy would wind up old pals by the time they'd shared horny cunts, mouths and assholes of Carol and Sharon, and watched mother and daughter get it on lesbian-style in between.
It started in the afternoon. By midnight, the four of them were still going strong.
Chapter Eight
"But what're we gonna do about Daddy?" Sharon asked her mother. "What'll he say if Tommy and I give up our apartment and move in here?"
"No problem, I've already filed for divorce, remember?" Carol said. "When your father gets back from his business trip, they'll serve him the papers and that's it. He's history."
Then Carol had a funny thought.
"Maybe you and Tommy can let him have your apartment. Poor schnook, probably be about the best he can afford the way I'm gonna take him to the cleaners."
Sharon knew enough not to try and convince her mother at the moment that her father ought to be given the same kind of chance Tommy had. Once again, she needed an older, wiser head to give her advice. So the first chance she got when she was alone, she phoned her uncle.
"I see," Cliff said after Sharon had explained the situation. "And when is your dad supposed to come home?"
"Tonight, I think."
"Well, I've talked to the lawyer and can get him to stall about serving those papers. But that's not the answer in the long run. The real solution is up to you, my dear. You're the one who has to convince your mother that your father doesn't have to go."
"How, though?" Sharon asked with frustration.
"How else? The same way your mother convinced you that Tommy should stay," her uncle matter-of-factly told her.
Getting the message, Sharon gulped, "You mean-"
"It's the only way, my dear," Cliff stated with certainty. "Fuck him! And, as if I had to tell you, make sure your mother's in the audience."
Keith Arnold's cock was sore as he rode home in the taxi from the airport. As usual, he'd spent every free minute of his business trip chasing pussy to make up for what he didn't get from his wife at home. The way Keith looked at it, it wasn't cheating when you were married to a frigid bitch like Carol, it was self-defense.
But then again there was at least some benefit to returning to a sexless house after so much fucking around on the road. For the fact was that Keith needed a rest from non-stop pussy, and if she wasn't good for anything else his wife could definitely guarantee him peace and quiet in bed.
"Actually, it's not such a bad deal in a way," Keith chuckled. "At least with a wife as cold in bed as Carol is, I don't have to worry about her cheating on me. Know when I come home there won't be any surprises waiting for me." * * * "Now, when your father gets here from the airport," Carol told her daughter, "just act like everything's normal. Let him think you're here just making a friendly visit. Don't want him to think anything's out of the ordinary. That way, I'll really get to enjoy the expression on his face later when he answers the knock on the door and gets served with the divorce papers."
Sharon didn't argue with her mother, privately knowing, of course, that Uncle Cliff had fixed it through the lawyer so the papers wouldn't be served at all this evening as originally scheduled. This gave her thought, then, to make her move to bring about her version of the final solution, and Sharon was determined that she would succeed.
A few minutes later and the situation was in place. Her father was home from his trip, sitting in the living room with his shoes off and a drink in his hand. Butch had another scout meeting, so it was just the three of them in the house, Sharon and her parents, making small talk.
Sharon was amused at how friendly her mother acted, chatting away. In turn, her father mostly just nodded, obviously tired from his trip. When he finished his drink, he yawned and said that he guessed he'd turn in early, it had been a long flight.
He got up to leave. Sharon knew her mother wouldn't go with him, since she was waiting for the knock on the door which would signal the arrival of the divorce papers.
"G'night, Daddy," Sharon said, kissing her father on the cheek.
Then when he was gone, Carol looked toward the front door and hissed, "Where is that guy with those papers? Your damned father's gonna be sound asleep by the time they're served."
It was the kind of opening Sharon had been hoping for. "Tell you what, Mom, I'll go in and talk to Daddy for awhile. Keep him awake as long as I can while you wait out here for the papers."
"Good idea, honey," Carol agreed. "Working together, we can't be beat."
So, having angled an excuse to be alone with her father, Sharon slipped into the bedroom. She walked in while he was changing into his pajamas, temporarily bare-assed. When Keith noticed her standing there, he also noticed how openly she was staring at his naked body.
"S-Something wrong, princess?" he self-consciously stammered.
"Just that you're so handsome, Daddy," Sharon sighed. "A lot of girls my age have fathers who just let themselves go to pot. Big, fat slobs. But you're . . . well, there's only one word for it. A hunk."
Keith Arnold blushed, and the skin pulled noticeably back from the stirring head of his exposed cock. Feeling this happen as his daughter looked him over, he blushed even redder.
"Th-think that maybe you've seen enough," he muttered, awkwardly reaching for his pajamas.
"Oh, Daddy, don't be shy," teased Sharon. "Let me look at you just a little bit longer. Can't hurt anything."
As she spoke, she was gradually closing the distance between them.
"No . . . really," her father mumbled, still clumsily trying to get around her and into his pajamas.
"Tell you what," Sharon then purred, standing directly before her nervous and naked father now. "I'll make you a deal, Daddy. I'll show you some of me if you keep showing me you. After all, I'm a married woman these days, so it's not like I'm not used to a man seeing what I've got. And every girls wants to know for sure that her father thinks she's pretty."
"But, uh, that's what you have a husband for," gulped Keith, still shy of his pajamas.
"Right now, I'm more interested in your opinion, Daddy," Sharon purred, and she was starting to unbutton her blouse.
Before her father could stop her from showing them, her braless tits were out in the open. Staring at them, Keith now used his pajama bottoms to try and conceal his crotch. For his cock had just made a stiff leap to twice its previous size.
"So, Daddy, what do you think?" Sharon asked. "Am I pretty enough for you so far?" "Beautiful!" Keith whispered, as if in a trance.
"But how do I know you're not just saying that to be nice?" Sharon asked. "I have to find out for sure if you really mean it."
Once again, it was a case of moving too fast for her stunned father to react. She snatched the pajama bottoms out of his hand. And there it was, his jutting hard-on.
"Yes, you really do think I'm pretty, don't you?" Sharon lilted. "Well, hold on, Daddy, 'cause I get even prettier."
She immediately went to work on her jeans. They were skin-tight. She peeled them off. And underneath them she wasn't wearing panties any more than she'd had on a bra. With her cunt now on display, too, she was spectacularly nude in front of her wide-eyed, open-mouthed, hard-cocked father.
"You can touch me, Daddy, if you want," she then said. "Like this ..."
She took her father's trembling hands and placed them on her naked body. At first she guided their movements, but when they reached her tits her father was now operating on his own.
"Mmmm, that's it, Daddy," she moaned, "rub me, rub me good. Rub my titties."
Keith had taken a tit in each of his hands. He gently squeezed them, making his daughter's legs wobble down below.
"Whenever somebody does something nice to my tits," Sharon sighed, "it always goes straight to my pussy. Listen, Daddy."
She rubbed her own cunt. It squished out loud. Then she began fingerfucking herself so her wet cunt squished even louder.
"Mmmm," she panted, "now I'm really getting weak in the knees."
She dropped to the part of her body she'd just mentioned. And this, of course, meant she was directly facing her father's crotch at this point.
Still rubbing her own cunt, she said, "Oh, I can't resist."
Abruptly, with an oral swoop, she was sucking her dad's throbbing cockhead. When Keith briefly tried to struggle free, she doubled her suction. This did it for him. Giving up his attempt to turn away fate, he accepted that he was hooked on father-daughter incest. Taking Sharon's head in his hands, he began to fuck her in the mouth.
"Where'd you learn how to do this so good?" he asked her, as she expertly received a series of deep-throating cock-thrusts. "I always thought you'd probably take after your mother when it came to sex."
Sharon let go enough of his prick to mysteriously answer her father, "Maybe I have. Maybe you don't know the real mom." "Hah, I've been married to her twenty years, haven't I?" Keith scoffed at his daughter's suggestion. Then he joked, "You're a lot better cocksucker than you are a marriage counselor, little girl. Just keep doing what you do best with your mouth and forget trying to tell me anything about your mother. You're everything she's not, that's all that matters. I can see that now. You love cock and she hates it."
Keith emphasized this point by surging his prick to the depths of his daughter's throat again.
"And," he added with horny anticipation, "I bet you love cum even more. Bet you're ready to drink every drop of mine when I shoot it into your mouth."
Sharon eagerly nodded, temporarily putting aside the subject of her mother in favor of her mounting thirst for the jizz which had originally given her life. She hadn't long to wait.
"You'd better be ready," her father gasped.
His crotch bucked.
"Right, right, ahhhh, nowwww!"
His cock erupted down Sharon's throat. She swallowed as fast as his scalding jizz arrived. It was the hottest and sweetest cum she'd yet tasted, and with the blowjob not officially over, she was already looking forward to taking his next load in her cunt.
So now, as she finished off this stage of the action, it became of major importance to keep her father's prick hard for the next phase. She accomplished this by nursing on his cockhead as if it were an oversized nipple and she a hungry infant, milking the last of his jizz when his climax had slowed to a dribble.
"Baby, you're sensational!" Keith gasped when his balls were drained. "Way it is between me and your mother, I've cheated plenty with other women. So I've had my prick sucked by experts. But, little girl, you're the best!"
"Would you believe," Sharon now bubbled, finally releasing her father's cock from her slobbering mouth, "that I'm an even better piece of ass than I am at giving head?"
"Sweetheart, I'd be the most surprised guy around if you were anything less than the best piece of ass any man could ever be lucky enough to fuck."
"Well, Daddy, why don't you just go ahead and make sure by trying my pussy on for size right away. I left you with the hard-on for it."
"Yeah, look at that. You damned well did. I haven't kept my cock up like this after shooting that much cum in a helluva long time. Been ready to again so soon."
"Then here's where to put it, Daddy, as if you didn't know."
Now Sharon climbed onto the bed. On her back, a pillow under her ass, she raised her knees and parted her thighs. Her pussy yawned in juicy invitation, hairy around the sides and with a hot pink at the center.
"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck my cunt!" she stated with stark simplicity. "Fuck me to heaven with your big, hard cock by fucking the hell out of me!"
"Will I!" her father eagerly declared, kneeling before her on the bed with a hard-on that would have done justice to a teenaged stud less than half his age. "That punk husband of yours never fucked you like your old man's about to do!"
He aimed his rigid prick at his daughter's waiting cunt and shoved it in with all his strength. Upon impact, Sharon wrapped her legs around him and pushed back, swiveling her hips for immediate corkscrewing friction.
"Baby, you're right! You fuck even better than you suck!" Keith cried out, so caught by his daughter's sexy ways that he'd forgotten all about being overheard. Until now the closed door had been an effective barrier against the mounting sounds of his incestuous enthusiasm, but this time a sound-proofed room would have been put to the test to keep his voice from carrying.
"Daddy, you're such a stud, you'd make it easy for any girl to put out for you better than she ever has for anybody else!" Sharon cried back, just as loudly. But she knew exactly what she was doing.
Not, of course, that Sharon was in any way faking her passion. Indeed, she was on the orgasmic brink already. But she was practical, too. She'd hold off her climax until . . .
The bedroom door swung open.
"Ohhhhh, what commmiinnnggg!" Sharon shrieked, climaxing on cue.
And there, taking it all in, was her startled mother, who'd been predictably drawn by all that wild screaming. Ashen-faced, Carol Arnold braced herself against the wall to keep her balance as shock overwhelmed her.
As Carol speechlessly reeled, her husband was still unaware. He was too busy fucking their daughter's tight, young cunt to pay attention to anything but his own incestuous pleasure- unless it was brought to his attention in the most jarring possible fashion.
Sharon did just that, letting out all the stops.
"Mom, you liar!" she yelled with piercing volume. "You told me that Dad was a lousy fuck! But he's a stud! An absolute stud! What were you trying to do, keep him all to yourself?"
Sharon's stunned father froze in mid cock-stroke, staring with breathless alarm at the intruder who was his wife. Carol, in turn, stared back at Keith with equal breathlessness as he fucked their daughter.
Now finally, Carol spoke, wheezing, "I-I don't believe it! L-Last thing I ever expected! Never anything like this!"
Thinking that his wife was reacting to the scandal of their father-daughter incest, Keith defended himself by croaking, "Wasn't anything I planned, Carol. I didn't mean to fuck Sharon. She was just in here, and one thing just led to another. Know it's wrong, but nobody's to blame. Just happened, that's all ... "
Here Sharon laughed out loud, saying, "You really think that's what Mom can't believe, Daddy?"
"Wh-what else?" Keith gulped.
"Tell him, Mom," Sharon called to her mother. "Tell Daddy what's really got you pinching yourself to see if you're dreaming."
"I-I can't," Carol shakily maintained. "After all these years, I'd feel like such a fool saying something like that to a man I've treated so rotten in bed. He deserves a decent piece of ass in this house after what I've put him through. L-Let him go ahead and fuck you in peace ... I won't stop it. It's only fair."
By now Keith was hopelessly confused, realizing that the real bombshell had yet to fall and waiting for it to do so.
"Then I'll handle it, Mom," Sharon said over to her mother, then looked up into her father's eyes. "Daddy, it's so simple. Figure it out for yourself. When Mom walked in here, what was I doing?" "C-Coming."
"And what have you never made Mom do all the times you've fucked her?"
"C-come," Keith self-consciously admitted.
"Then put yourself in Mom's place, Daddy. If you were a wife who'd been frigid for a man the whole time you were married to him, wouldn't you be surprised to find out that he was a stud after all?"
"I-I've made plenty of women come," Keith muttered, in a daze. "Just not your mother. It's not my fault she's frigid."
"But she's not really frigid, Daddy. Just has been for you. And I'm not just some other woman. I'm your daughter, as close to Mom as anybody you could ever fuck. So if you can make me come, Daddy, only stands to reason it's still not too late for you and her to finally do it right. That's what Mom's thinking, Daddy-go ahead, ask her."
From on top of his daughter, Keith Arnold looked toward his wife. He didn't need to ask her in words, for Carol was already nodding that everything Sharon had said was true.
And now Carol was moving toward the bed, her eyes smoldering with lust. Keith had turned his attention so completely to his wife by this point that he seemed to have forgotten about fucking their daughter. But Sharon, despite her matchmaking, wasn't that generous.
"Oh, no, Daddy," she teased her straining father, "you don't get off that easy. Got to finish what you start. Can't try and make Mom come until you're through fucking me first."
Keith abruptly found himself yanked back down into position by his daughter's strong thighs. From there, Sharon merrily did all the work, rocking her captive father in the cradle of her loins so her cunt could rhythmically yank his prick.
"Mrnmmmm, now I'm coming again!" Sharon moaned. "Just like I know you're gonna do when Daddy fucks you, Mom. Don't worry about how much jizz he shoots in my pussy, I guarantee I'll leave him with a hard-on for you, no matter what. When I say he's a real stud, I'm not kidding!"
Meanwhile, Keith helplessly humped on top of Sharon, fucking to her tempo. And standing at the edge of the bed, his wife couldn't help but admire the poetry in motion between father and daughter.
"Oh, it's beautiful. . . just beautiful!" Carol sighed to herself. "And to think I was ready to divorce him. Divorce a man whose cock was just made for our little girl's cunt. Even if he never makes me come, Sharon has a right to have her own dad fuck her."
But at the core of her being, Carol was most of all aching for the chance to finally prove she could be the piece of ass she'd never been before for her husband. And with what happened next, this anticipation could only mount to a frenzy.
"Ooooh!" Keith suddenly gusted, bucking his crotch in the crux of Sharon's thighs with crunching force. "This is it!"
"He's coming, Mom!" daughter excitedly told mother. "C'mon, lean down and get a taste. Daddy's shooting so much jizz that my pussy'll never hold it all. It's already leaking. Plenty for you to lick up out of the crack of my ass, Mom!"
Carol hungrily went for it, leaning over the edge of the bed to worm her tongue into the heart of the creamy fuck. In the past, she'd always avoided tasting her husband's cum, but here she couldn't get enough of it as the excess oozed from their daughter's overflowing pussy.
"Mmmm, so sweet! Such sweet, hot jizz!" Carol dreamily sighed as she lapped it up.
Then Sharon, her timing perfect, pulled her latest stunt. With her father's cock still dribbling, she suddenly squirmed out from under the action and scooted all the way off the bed. This left her mother with nothing between her and his cum-dripping fuck-tool.
Carol immediately took Sharon's place on the bed, deep-throating Keith to wolf down the last of his jizz. The way she sucked him off, it turned out that she was the one who guaranteed that he wouldn't lose his hard-on.
"God!" she rasped when she ended the blow-job. "You've just got to fuck me now, Keith! Rip my clothes off and get that monster into me as fast as you can!"
Her husband eagerly destroyed her clothes, tearing them away. And, naked, Carol pulled her legs all the way back over her head to jack-knife herself. Keith promptly trained his tireless fuckrod on her hoisted pussy.
"No!" she urgently told him, screeching. "Not there! Not my cunt! You've fucked me too many times there already without anything happening, and I'm too horny to take chances."
"So?" Keith anxiously asked.
"Here!" declared Carol, yanking apart her asscheeks.
"There?"
"All the way to your balls! Fuck me in the ass! I know I can come for you if I get your cock where I shit, the way I never have before!"
Keith didn't wait for Carol to change her mind, burying his big cock in the narrow passage of her welcoming ass. Then she didn't wait, either. The instant she was hiked, she climaxed for her husband at last.
From there, Carol came nonstop, as she and Keith made up for all the wasted years of their marriage. As he fucked her ass, he sucked her tits and fingered her clit. And by the time he came too, she'd shit all over his cock, with both husband and wife glorying in the orgasmic mess they made together after so many years of just going through the motions.
But they weren't the only ones who'd come. So had their daughter, just from watching the masterpiece she'd created by bringing them together.
"Oh, I've done it . . . really done it!" Sharon orgasmically celebrated. "If I can get Mom coming and shitting from an ass-fuck for Daddy like this, I can make anything happen."
And Sharon was already planning ahead, determined to make her vision of the family's future a glorious reality.
Chapter Nine
"Nope, I'm sorry," Keith Arnold told his boss. "Can't make that trip for you this time. In fact, I've been meaning to talk to you about that, anyway. You'll have to find somebody else to go out of town for the company from now on. It just takes me away from my family too much."
"Your family?" the boss scoffed. "Since when do they matter? This is a business. Besides, I've seen those expense accounts you turn in, Arnold. Wasn't born yesterday. I know the company's been paying for the pussy you chase on the road. But as long as you get the job done we can look the other way. In fact, we expect it. Sort of a reward for a job well done. A lot of guys would like being in your shoes."
"Then you won't have much trouble finding somebody to go out on the road in my place," Keith answered. "I want to stay with the company, but if it means any more traveling, then I'm out. I've got to think of my family for a change, that's all there is to it."
The boss thought it over for a moment, then his face ht up. "So, the little woman caught you screwing around, huh? Laid down the law, I'll bet!"
Keith nodded, letting the boss think what he wanted to.
"Well, why didn't you say so?" the older man chuckled. "Same goddamned thing happened to me once. My old lady really trimmed my sails, too. Luckily the company understands and took me off the hook. Said I was too good a man to lose just because my wife was a jealous bitch."
"So where do I stand?" Keith asked.
"Yeah, you're worth enough to us so we can work it out, Arnold," the boss said. "Sorry I gave you such a hard time about this at first, but that's my job. Don't worry, I'll fix it up, you're in solid. You can stick to home base from now on and I'll find somebody else to take his turn at all that expense account pussy. The volunteers'll be lining up once the word gets out."
That settled, Keith thanked his boss and also reminded him that he had two weeks of vacation coming.
"Whew, you're really in the shit, I guess. Gonna take that long to straighten it out with the little woman, is it?" the boss laughed. "Sure, go ahead. I had to take off a month when my wife found out I was mixing my cock with business-and buy her a fur coat that cost me a fortune. So you're getting off easy. If you can stand it, just fuck her every night for the next two weeks. It's a lot cheaper than mink.
Keith politely accepted this piece of advice, and that was that. He left the boss's office and then the building, too. He was starting his vacation right now.
When he arrived home, he had to be tickled by what he walked in on. For there was his supposedly jealous wife, behaving in a far more outrageous way than Keith ever had during one of his business trips. Or so most people would think. But by now Keith not only took it for granted, he was sure that he'd lucked into the best marriage in the world.
"See you're keeping busy, hon," he teased Carol when he greeted her.
"Mmmmm, am I!" she slurped with a mouthful of hard young cock.
Carol was giving her daughter's husband a blow job.
"Hi, Dad," Tommy now called to Keith, having taken to addressing his in-laws as if they were his real parents now that he and Sharon had moved into the house with the rest of the family. "Mom sure gives great head, doesn't she?"
"You found out about it before I did, Son. I'm still making up for lost time!" Keith laughed at his own expense. "Which reminds me, where's that wife of yours?"
"In Butch's bedroom," Tommy answered.
"Oh, yes, I can hear it now," Keith said, picking up on the rock 'n' roll drifting from the hallway. "Well, guess I'll go see what my little girl and her brother are up to."
Keith then left Carol and Tommy to their blowjob and checked out his daughter and son. When he opened the door, the rock 'n' roll set his foot tapping. And what he saw on the bed put throbbing steel in his cock.
Sharon was up on all fours, moaning and groaning as if she were part of the music blaring from the stereo. Lined up behind her, Butch was fucking her deeply in the ass. As his prick pumped in and out of her narrow ass-passage, you could see how it was smeared with the hot fudge of her orgasmic shit.
His kids didn't say anything to him at first, so Keith stood there and watched them ass-fuck. While he did, his hand strayed to his swollen fly and he unzipped it. Soon his rigid cock was out of his pants and in his stroking hand.
Then, after her moans and groans had run their course, Sharon turned toward her father and panted, "Hi, Daddy. Sorry I didn't say hello right away, but I was coming too hard. Home from work so early?"
"Yep, starting my vacation as of right now," Keith reported. "You're gonna be stuck with me around here all day for two weeks."
"Fantastic, Daddy," Sharon chirped. "Just one thing, though, don't expect any rest. We'll run you ragged."
"Won't get any complaints out of me, princess. Sooner it starts, better I'll like it."
Now Butch spoke up, telling his father, "Then why don't you crawl under Sis and start fucking her cunt while I keep fucking her ass? You know, like we did the other night."
Keith nodded in agreement with his son's suggestion and stripped. Then he was on the bed with his son and daughter, sliding feet-first on his back between the latter's hands and knees. Sharon eased down on him, her tits squashing against his chest. Next she reached for his cock, held it upright, and snagged his cockhead between her pussy lips.
"Now, here we go," she said, everything in place for a double-fuck.
Her cunt dipped, swallowing his latest hard-on. At the same time Butch pulled out just enough in her ass to give his father more room in her pussy-hole just a thin wall away.
"Beautiful!" swooned Sharon when she had half of each prick in her pussy and shitpit.
"Now take turns, Daddy and Butch."
Keith bucked his crotch, while his son gave ground. Then the process was reversed. From there the cocks of her father and brother traded thrusts in Sharon's two fuckholes, making her come nonstop.
"Too bad Butch started fucking me so much sooner than you did, Daddy, or you could both shoot your jizz in me at the same time," Sharon noted between her latest orgasm and the next.
"I can hold back if Dad doesn't take too long," Butch offered.
"And I'm getting there quick," Keith told his kids.
"Then, please guys, do it to me that way if you can," Sharon hopefully requested, then shuddered from another climax.
Father and son did their best, the latter letting the former take extra cock-thrusts so he could catch up. It worked.
"I'm ready to shoot it in her cunt," Keith soon called up to Butch.
"Good thing, Dad, 'cause I've gotta come so bad I can taste it. Couldn't hold back anymore if my life depended on it."
"Then what're we waiting for, Son? Let's give your sister what she wants."
"Ahhhh, shit, yes!" Butch gasped, his cock abruptly surging and erupting in his sister's asshole.
"Know how you feel, Son!" declared Keith, also surging and creamily exploding in Sharon's cunt.
On the receiving end of both spurting cocks, Sharon experienced her own mightiest orgasm yet. Blinded by lust at its peak,- she imagined that she was falling into a bottomless pit. But then it was as if she'd abruptly changed direction and was soaring toward the heavens. In her mind's eye she outraced shooting stars as she climbed higher and higher.
Then the cocks coming in her cunt and ass had slowed to a dribble and Sharon felt as if she were floating, looking for a cloud where she could land. When it seemed to softly catch her, she had one last climax of her own and slipped into the afterglow of perfect fucking.
Before long, she vaguely felt the drained cocks of her father and brother leaving her swamped pussy and ass. Then there were whispers, followed by footsteps and the door closing. Sharon didn't look up, sprawling on the bed that had become her own personal cloud as she floated off to sleep.
How long she slept, she didn't know, but when Sharon woke up she was alone. Getting out of bed, she had trouble standing at first because her fucked pussy and asshole were so sore. But then, with the stereo long since stilled, she distinctly overheard a familiar voice coming from the living room and immediately forgot her aches and pains.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" her mother was shouting. "All of you, fuck me! I want each and every one of your big cocks fucking me!"
Throwing on a robe, Sharon rushed to check out the action. And it was well worth seeing.
There was her naked mother in the middle of the living room on her hands and knees. As Sharon had done before her she was taking a cock from behind up her ass and another one from below in her cunt. These belonged to Tommy and Butch, respectively. But a pair were not enough for her. Now she was going after a third.
"Fuck me in the mouth, Keith!" Sharon's mother said to Sharon's father. "If that daughter of mine can take two of you hung studs, then I can take all three of you at once. One more than Sharon did!"
"Oh, Mom, maybe we're a team, but you're never gonna stop trying to top me, are you?" She chuckled, "If Mom thinks she can take on more cocks than I can at the same time, I'll show her different tonight. Yep, that's just what the doctor ordered."
Then, slipping away unnoticed, Sharon went to the hall phone. There, she called the doctor.
"Oh, good, Uncle Cliff," she said when he answered, "you're still there."
"Just saw my last patient for the day," he answered. "How's everything going at home?"
"Terrific, Uncle Cliff," Sharon lilted. "But if you could come over right away, it'd be even better. How about it?"
"What's it all about?"
"Let's just say we're having a party to celebrate the first day of my dad's vacation. A family party," Sharon told her mother's brother.
"Does that happen to be spelled o-r-g-y?" Cliff knowingly asked. "R-i-g-h-t o-n!"
"I'll be there as soon as I can, my dear. Sounds like somewhere I definitely ought to be after a long, hard day at the office."
That settled, Sharon let her mother have her fun for now and went to get something to eat. Then, when she was seated at the kitchen table with a tuna sandwich, she had to smile as she heard the chorus of moans and groans that came from the living room.
"Hmmm, they all must be coming together," Sharon chuckled. "Well, good for Mom, she brought it off-three cocks shooting into her at the same time ..."
Sharon paused, grinning with triumph in advance.
"And, oooh, is she gonna be jealous when I wind up doing it with four."
Then Sharon calmly went back to eating her sandwich. It was so tasty she decided to have another. And it was while she was making it that her sweaty mother entered the kitchen.
"Hi, Mom," Sharon said as if there were nothing out of the ordinary. "What's up?"
"Listen to this I just fucked your father, brother and husband with my mouth, cunt and ass-all three of their big cocks in me at once!" Carol proudly announced. "Too bad you weren't there to see it."
"Oh, I saw a little bit of it," Sharon casually replied. "But I decided to fix something to eat instead of watching how it came out. Figured it was pretty routine stuff."
Carol Arnold knew when she was being put down. "I suppose you could do better?"
"Let's put it this way, Mom," Sharon answered with a smirk. "If you were watching me, you wouldn't take time out for a sandwich."
Then, rubbing it in, Sharon stuck her finger in the mayonnaise jar. Taking a glob of the creamy substance, she smeared it across her lips and licked it off with a loud, mocking slurp as if it were fresh cum. After that, she walked away, leaving her puzzled mother standing there.
From the kitchen, Sharon glided through the house with a sixth sense about what would happen next. And her timing proved to be perfect. For just as she reached the front door there was a knock from the other side, exactly as she'd anticipated. It was, of course, her mother's brother.
"Ah, Uncle Cliff," she greeted him, squeezing his hand and eyeing his bulging crotch, "c'mon in. Hope you have a hard-on for me."
"Check for yourself," Cliff chuckled, closing the door behind him.
He didn't get much farther into the house, as his niece knelt before him. After unzipping his swollen fly, she promptly fished out his long, thick hard-on and put it in her mouth.
Then, as she began sucking his cock, Cliff looked beyond Sharon and noticed for the first time that they were not alone in the living room. Also there were Keith, Butch and Tommy, all of them with their own cocks showing as if the three of them had recently finished fucking somebody together.
Cliff was not surprised by this, since, after all it had been advertised as an orgy. The three of them had been fucking his sister, he supposed.
"How's Carol?" he called to them.
"She's lucky if she can walk," Keith Arnold answered his brother-in-law.
"All of you just fucked her, eh?" Cliff asked, making sure.
"My cock was in her pussy, Tommy put his up her ass, and Dad's down Mom's throat," Butch proudly said. "You should've been here, Uncle Cliff, and I guarantee Mom would've found somewhere for your cock, too."
"Right on!" Tommy agreed.
"Of that I'm sure," Cliff said. "But, then again, the way things have turned out I really can't complain, can I?"
He meant Sharon, who was deep-throating him now. Ruffling her hair while she rhythmically slurped, Cliff made it clear that his cocksucking niece suited him just fine. But then he made it equally clear that he wouldn't mind company.
"You know," he said to his brother-in-law, nephew and niece's husband, "something tells me that little Sharon here would be only too happy to try and go her mother one better. One cock better, that is. Four cocks instead of only three at the same time. I think that's why she called me, what I'm supposed to be here for."
He looked down at his cocksucking niece. With a mouthful of his prick, Sharon eagerly nodded that he was right on the money.
"Well, fellows, you saw for yourself. To put it quite simply and bluntly, this horny, little bitch is ready for all the cock she can get. Any takers?"
Butch replied with a revived hard-on and a ringing, "Count me in, Uncle Cliff. I'll fuck my sis any time."
"Come and get it then, Son," Cliff told his nephew.
"You bet!"
Butch quickly lined up behind his sister as she dropped from just her knees onto all fours to make herself a better target while she continued giving her uncle a blowjob. Since she wore only a robe, her brother had her stripped right away. Then, prying apart the cheeks of her bare ass, he guided his cockhead between them and nudged the puckered dent awaiting him.
"Yeah, that's tight," he panted, sinking his fuck-tool into his sister's welcoming asshole.
And as Butch started fucking ass, Sharon's father started edging toward the developing action to get his share of her cock-hungry body. When he arrived, Keith slipped beneath his daughter to offer his hard-on to her cunt. She slid down on it at once.
Now Tommy was the only one left who hadn't plugged in. He didn't seem to mind, though, having to be last in line to fuck his own wife. Indeed, it turned out he preferred it.
"You guys can have her mouth, cunt and ass," he explained. "I've fucked her those ways plenty of times since we've been married. But there's one place I've never tried. Don't know why, 'cause it just makes sense for her to take my cock there. Guess I was waiting for something like this to find out what it's like."
"A special occasion?" Cliff suggested.
Tommy nodded in agreement. Then he went around to the front of the action, where his wife was sucking her uncle off. Cliff understood, moving to the side so Sharon had to turn her head to keep her oral grasp on his prick. Then she made an even more crucial adjustment, back up on just her knees. In her hands, she bunched her tits, knowing exactly what Tommy was after-and exactly where she wanted his cock to be.
"Baby," he told her, "if you'd been this horny the first three months we were married, things would've been a lot easier. But, come to think of it, you'd have worn me out, too. Way it turned out, now I've got plenty of help to fuck you and that makes everybody happy. Can't beat that, huh, guys?"
The other males in the family readily agreed. Then Tommy moved into take his place by tit-fucking Sharon. To do it he had to straddle his father-in-law, as the latter served his daughter's cunt from down below. And as Keith Arnold looked up, he could see Tommy's hard, young cock clasped between her soft, young tits and the rubbing friction beginning to add to all the rest.
"If anybody'd ever told me I'd ever have a bird's eye view of something like this, I'd have thought they were nuts," Keith laughed. "Now look at me. Look at all of us. Like a bunch of trained studs in a porno movie, and just look who's the star-my own daughter!"
"My sister!" Butch added from behind as he fucked Sharon's ass, starting a male chorus.
"My wife!" Tommy said, hammering his cock between her tits.
"My niece," Cliff sighed, on the receiving end of an expert blowjob from the same girl who was giving all of their cocks such expert treatment.
But then there was another voice. This one female.
"And my own personal dirty double-crosser!" Carol called from the edge of the room, on the scene again. "I swear, every time I turn my back on that little whore, she's trying to grab all the cock for herself ..."
At first it had sounded as if Carol might be angry. Now, though, she broke out giggling.
"Just like I do whenever her back is turned," she merrily added. "My God, what a family! We all deserve each other so sucking, fucking much!"
Sharon couldn't have agreed more. This was why she now eagerly signaled for her mother to come on over and join in.
Carol couldn't get there fast enough. And while her daughter was getting fucked everyplace, she licked all over. And when Keith, Butch, Tommy and Cliff had come, she removed their dribbling cocks one by one as she performed the delicious task of sucking their jizz from Sharon's cunt, then her ass, next her tits, and finally with a tonguing kiss from her mouth.
"Mmmmm, are we a team or what, Mom?" Sharon gurgled when the jizz-flavored kiss was broken.
But Carol disagreed. "No, baby, I've changed my mind about that. We're not a team, after all."
Sharon frowned.
"You're the one," mother lovingly explained to daughter. "The one who makes it all happen for the rest of us. I see that now. I'm just along for the ride Like the guys. Aid none of us would trade places with anybody else in the world, baby. You're that special."
Sharon could only cry when she heard that. With joy. Nothing that happened the rest of tonight could top this-but it sure would be fun trying, anyway. After all, a girl had to live up to her reputation, didn't she? And what better place to do it than at a family orgy?
