Funny, thought Christy Conway, how you could be part of the same family as other people and not even know them. And yet, because you were related, you were automatically expected to feel close to someone who was little more than a stranger.
It was in this confusing situation that Christy now found herself during her summer vacation. Her parents would have most certainly disapproved of her being alone in the woods with a boy she'd only just met. However, the fact that he was her cousin Jake somehow made it all right in this case.
"This is where I come when I need to get off on my lonesome," Jake drawled, pointing to a grassy clearing among the trees through which a gurgling stream ran.
"It's, uh, very peaceful," Christy murmured.
"Yep, my own private place," Jake said, pitching a pebble so it skipped across the water. "Don't show it to just anybody."
"Why me, then?" Christy asked.
"You're family. Isn't every summer we get visitors we can call kin," Jake answered with a boyish shrug. "Besides, I figured that a city girl like you'd wanna see how us country cousins spend our time. Must be awful different back where you come from."
Christy had to admit that he was right. Her family lived in an apartment where there never seemed to be enough privacy--the idea of being so easily able to slip away from everything and everybody was indeed appealing.
"Yeah," she sighed, starting to relax, "I definitely could use a place like this back home. If I want to be my myself, have to lock the door ..." She laughed. "... And then everybody wants to know why I'm acting so stuck-up. Giving me a hard time about what I'm doing in there."
"I'll bet," Jake replied.
"You mean you get a hard time, too, about what you're doing off by yourself?" Christy said, assuming she'd found a sympathetic ear.
"No, more like I'd have trouble minding my own business about what such a pretty, little girl was doing in there all by herself--if you know what I mean."
Christy promptly blushed.
"Mmm-hmmmmm." Jake smirked. "You know what I mean, for sure."
Temporarily speechless, Christy felt her skin crawl. Until only a moment ago her cousin had seemed like such a nice guy but suddenly his dirty mind had taken over. What's more, to Christy's discomfort, he'd managed to accurately read her own mind. For back home, more often than not, she took advantage of her fleeting privacy to ... well, it was none of Jake's business even if he were right.
Barely recovering her voice, Christy stammered, "You're getting too p-personal. I-I'd better leave."
Jake took her arm. "You might get lost. Anyway, I still haven't told you about what I do out here all by myself. You might be surprised how much it's like what happens when you lock your door."
A fresh blush turned Christy's face an even brighter shade of red than before.
"No." Her cousin chuckled. "Guess you wouldn't be surprised at that. Looks like we've got each other figured out pretty good, huh? Two of a kind. So maybe we just ought to team up and do it together for a change. 'Cause I'm sure as anything in the mood. How 'bout you?"
Christy had just glanced at the telltale bulge at the crotch of his tight jeans that he did nothing to hide. And now, turning away, she tried to convince herself she'd had all of this she could stand. But before she left, she was unable to resist putting her hayseed cousin in his place.
"If you're such a jack-off artist," she said, "that's your problem. Tell you one thing, though. Where I come from, no guy I ever heard of brags about beating his own meat."
"What about the girls who lock their doors so they can play with their own cunts?" Jake asked with equal bluntness.
Wrestling free of Jake's grasp, Christy slapped his grinning face. Then she darted from the sunny clearing into the shadow of the woods. One way or another, she vowed, she'd find her way back on her own. And if Jake tried catching up with her, she'd climb the highest tree to stay as far away from him as possible.
But the woods were a maze to a city girl. And when her cousin didn't follow her, the only direction Christy could be sure of was the path left by her footprints in the pine needles on the ground leading back to the clearing from which she'd fled. What's more, she abruptly found herself turning around to retrace those steps.
"Why ..." she breathlessly asked herself when she'd returned to just beyond the clearing, "... am I doing this?"
Closing her eyes, Christy answered herself by focusing her mind's eye on a mental image of her cousin Jake. In her image he was alone by the stream with his bare feet dangling in the water, his jeans down so the sun shone on the pale skin of his bare loins. Bent at the elbow, his right arm rhythmically stroked.
"Oh. Jake," she whispered, "are you really that hard? So big? If I opened my eyes right now, would I see the same thing that I'm thinking?"
Christy took her own dare, switching from fantasy to reality as she stepped forward to the edge of the clearing and a clear line of sight. What she saw in the flesh was indeed no less than what she'd imagined--for there was her hung cousin, rigid cock in stroking hand, jacking off before her very eyes.
Then Christy closed her eyes again. This time she mentally focused on herself. What she did behind her locked door at home, she now pictured herself doing beside the country stream. Stripped from the waist down, she saw her bare ass writhe on the cool grass while her fingers probed her hot cunt with the same rhythm as Jake used to stroke his stiff cock.
"Oooooh," she moaned in admission, "two of a kind, no doubt about it."
And at this point, Christy was overcome with lust. Her own jeans were swiftly unsnapped, unzipped and dropped. As she stepped out of them, her panties were also left behind. It was nude from the waist down that Christy entered the clearing to join her cock-stroking cousin.
"Welcome back." Jake greeted her, tugging his big prick without missing a beat. "Counted on it, that you couldn't pass it up. Something just clicked the first time we were alone together.
"Shhhhh," Christy whispered. "Let's just do it."
She sat down beside her cousin. The middle finger of her right hand then angled toward her waiting cunt. She slipped it in and began finger-fucking herself so her juicy cunt squished aloud.
"Ooooh." She sighed with pleasure. "I've been needing this. Needing it so bad."
Her thumb found her clit and jammed it to the bone. When she added another finger inside her cunt, Christy made herself climax on the spot. She was suddenly so wet that her cum overflowed from her oozing cunt-gash and leaked into the crack of her wiggling ass.
Meanwhile, Jake watched her every move. In fact, he'd become a lot more interested in her finger-fucked cunt at this point than he was in jacking off his own cock. His hand had fallen away from his cock as he bobbed up on his knees to see Christy in action.
"Mmmmm," he said, looking at his cousin's juicy cunt, "I'll bet that's sweet."
"Sweet as honey," Christy agreed. Then she treated herself to a slurping taste of her sticky fingers fresh from her slobbering cunt.
"Jeez, what I'd give for a taste of that," Jake said, drooling.
"Oh, no." Christy said with a mocking grin. "You've still got your own business to take care of. Now it's my turn to watch you finish the job on yourself."
Jake looked down toward his cock. It stood practically straight up from his crotch, throbbing in readiness for more friction.
"C'mon, what're you waiting for?" Christy coaxed her cousin. "Jack it off some more. Jack it off for me so I can see you come the same as you saw me come."
One by one, Jake wrapped his fingers around his thick cock-shaft again. Then he began sliding his fist up and down, pulling the taut skin back and forth over his swollen cock-head.
"Faster, faster!" Christy said. Jake's hand became a pumping blur.
Christy's own hands were rubbing together in anticipation while her tongue licked her lips.
"Hurry, hurry," she said. "Let me see it ..."
Jake's cock abruptly delivered, shooting a creamy plume of jizz almost a foot in the air from its erupting head.
"Oh, yeah!" Christy expressed her approval. "Thatta boy. Thatta way to come for me!"
"Man, wish I really was coming for you," Jake said as his cock continued to gush. "Doing a lot more than just having you watch."
"But I've got to get used to it first." Then she giggled. "After all, what kinda girl do you think I am? This is the first time a boy's ever showed me what his cock can do."
"What about your cunt?" Jake anxiously gulped, his cum slowing now to a dribble, seeping around his knuckles.
"No, I've never shown that to anybody."
"Then you're ..."
"Are you?"
The cousins nodded in response to each other, neither having any doubt what they were being asked.
"How about that?" Jake said. "Two of a kind, all right--couple of damned virgins. Didn't plan on us being that much alike."
"What'd you think, that you're the only one left in the world who's still cherry?" Christy teased.
"Hey, it's not anything I'm proud of," Jake said self-consciously. "Was just hoping I could bluff my way through. Figured that a big-city girl like you just might be so horny out here in the sticks for what you're used to back home that you might give a country boy a chance to score."
"Well, at least you're original," Christy said. "A lot of guys've tried to get into my pants a lot of different ways, but never by jacking off in front of me."
"Okay, don't rub it in. It's the furthest I've ever gone," Jake muttered. "You'll be gone on the rest of your vacation by tomorrow, so I decided I could risk striking out since I'll probably never see you again. Thought I'd stick with what I know and hope for the best."
"Like, uh, your big-city cunt of a cousin would get a load of your hard-on and forget about anything but trying it on for size the way she does with all those hung studs she puts out for back home?"
Jake sheepishly nodded in reply.
And Christy told him point-blank, "It'd never've worked. Not with the girl you thought I was. She'd have laughed in your face."
"Well." Jake choked, playing his last card. "What about the girl you are now?"
"She's wondering why there aren't any city boys like you country boys," Christy purred. "If there were, she might not still be cherry. Seeing her country cousin jack off is just about the biggest turn-on she's ever had. Only thing close was when she finger-fucked her cunt for him to see. Got a sneaky feeling though, it's gonna get even better if her country cousin is as ready to lose his cherry as this city girl is to lose hers."
"All she has to do is try me," Jake answered, his cock springing back to attention.
"Think that can be arranged," Christ said.
She closed the distance between her and Jake by stretching out on her side, propping herself on an elbow. Her other hand then brushed her cousin's away from his revived hard-on. Next her lapping tongue replaced it. She licked from Jake's balls to his cock-head, then back down, treating herself to his leftover jizz.
"Mmmmm, the only thing as sweet as this is my own cum." She slurped. "Taste for yourself."
Christy bobbed up and playfully kissed her cousin on the mouth so he could sample the flavor of his cock's cream for the first part of the taste-test she had in mind.
"Now," she said after that, "for the cunt version."
Christy swung around above Jake, forcing him onto his back as her thighs straddled his head. When he looked up, it was into the jaws of her yawning cunt.
"Oh, sit on me," Jake begged from below. "Just sit on my face and I won't ask for anything more."
"Well, country cousin, you can bet your cock 'n' balls this city girl's not gonna stop there. But I can't think of a better way to start."
She spread her cunt-lips flush with her cousin's mouth. His tongue immediately surged into the juicy cunt-tunnel. The cum from Christy's previous orgasm leaked down Jake's throat, then was washed down by the sticky flow from her latest climax.
"Oh, it's too good," Jake gurgled as he gulped. "Too good for any guy to stand."
"Want me to stop coming in your mouth, then?" Christy giggled from above.
"You could piss in my mouth and I'd drink every drop of it. Only thing I really couldn't stand is not getting more of everything your cunt has to feed me."
Christy couldn't resist. She bore down from within. God, it felt good to do even more than come in a boy's mouth--to take her cousin Jake at his word and piss down his throat as she now did.
Jake wolfed down her liquid gold as if it were all that stood between him and dying of thirst.
"Ahhh, what a guy." Christy praised his thirsty performance. "And now it's my turn to show I'm the kinda horny bitch who can get the same out of a cock that you just got out of my cunt.
Christy swooped down on her cousin's prick, deep-throating it without further delay so a sixty-nine was officially in full swing. How easily cock-sucking came to her, as if she'd been giving head since she was a little girl instead of this actually being her first blow-job. And just as natural as her expert suction was the knowledge that if she wanted to prime Jake's cock for all the jizz she could get she ought to also squeeze his balls, and finger-fuck his asshole.
"Jeez, feel like I got a dam between my legs about to bust wide open," Jake moaned.
He was right on schedule, Christy let him know in no uncertain terms, increasing her suction, squeezing and fingering.
"Wow, here I go!" Jake declared as loudly as someone could with a mouthful of cunt. "Over the top!"
His cock exploded. The jizz poured in a scalding torrent. And, at the same rate it spurted Christy gobbled it down. Then, after Jake's climax had slowed to a trickle, she nursed his cock-head for every last drop, milking the dregs from his balls.
"Oh, man, that's it," Jake finally groaned. "All my cock's got to give."
His hard-on was a thing of the past by now.
However, Christy kept right on sucking.
"Told you." Jake wearily insisted he didn't have anything left. "Gimme a break. Enough's enough."
Christy ignored him, for she was determined that his prick would gush again. Gush the same as her cunt previously had in his mouth. And she knew how to get it, nudging the tiny slit at the top of his cock-head with the tip of her tongue.
Jake squirmed at the way it tickled. What's more, the sensation rippled through his cock to within. He felt himself straining with another explosion gathering momentum.
And then it busted loose.
He was pissing. Uncontrollably pissing. But his cousin was every bit in command of the situation. She drained the piss from his cock as expertly as she had earlier, feasting on his jizz.
When the piss was spilled and swallowed, Christy kept right on sucking cock. What else, Jake wondered, could she possibly expect to get from him? Then, when he felt a surge of fresh blood rushing to the crux of his loins, he realized what his cousin was after.
"Damn, I'm hard again already!" he blurted out in awe. "Cock's harder'n ever!"
"Don't I know it!" said Christy, finally releasing her oral lock on Jake's cock. "Couldn't be harder for what happens next, stud!"
"Wh-what's that?" Jake asked.
"Silly boy." Christy affectionately taunted him. "You could come in my mouth a dozen times, but no matter how much you do, we're both gonna stay cherry until you stick your cock in where it counts the most, and we go all the way for real."
Then Christy put the crucial target on display in a classic pose. On the grass she flopped, anchoring herself with her ass while she raised her knees and spread her thighs. Even when she'd sat on Jake's face, her cunt hadn't overwhelmed him the way it did now.
"Fuck me!" She said the magic words. "Fuck my cunt with your big, hard cock, stud!"
"You sure you're really cherry?" Jake asked. "Sure don't look like it. Sure don't act like it."
"A girl's never readier to get fucked than she is when she decides to put her cunt on the line for the first time with the right boy."
"Just hope I don't mess up." Jake gulped. "Taking somebody else's cherry while I'm losing my own isn't how I expected to get my first piece of ass."
"Don't worry, you'll be perfect. I'll make sure of that. Some things a girl's just born knowing how to do. And getting fucked tops the list. You can't miss being a stud with your cock in my cunt, Jake honey. All you have to do is just what comes natural."
"Yeah." Jake panted. "Time to put up or shut up."
He moved in for the moment of truth, kneeling before his cousin's spread thighs. Cock in hand, he took aim on her waiting cunt. Then, his nostrils flaring from Christy's musky scent, he set his hips and took the plunge.
"Ooooooh, I'm finally in!" he cried, his cock abruptly shafting the spasming tunnel of its first cunt.
"Mmmmmm," sighed Christy. "Never felt so full of anything in my life as my cunt is with your big, hard cock."
"Still got more to give," Jake said. "I'm only about halfway in so far."
"Then the rest of your big, hard cock down deep in my cunt is what'll pop my cherry. So ram me, jam me! Fuck my cunt with every inch of cock you've got!"
To make sure her cousin delivered to the hilt, Christy wrapped her legs around him and tugged his loins with all her strength. But, its virginal depths put to the ultimate test, her previously unfucked cunt turned stubborn. Jake's cock temporarily buckled from the tight resistance.
"Damn, I gotta be hurting you," Jake said, wincing himself from the way Christy's cunt pinched his hard-on. "Maybe I'd better take it slower. I'll pull back until your cunt has a chance to loosen up."
"Don't you dare!" Christy said, even though she was obviously in pain. "Sure it hurts. But it hurts sooo gooooood!"
Then, her legs still locking her cousin, she strained from below to force every inch of his cock she could get into her cunt. At first it remained a stand-off. But then something gave within Christy. After having been stalled, Jake's cock regained momentum and lurched to the root so his balls were suddenly flush with Christy's ass.
"Well?" he asked.
"I'm bleeding." Christy declared.
"Oh, Jesus." Jake gulped, feeling the liquid heat seep around his buried prick.
"And," Christy said, grinding her crotch against her cousin's, "I'm commmming!" Jake reached down to finger the rim of his cousin's oozing cunt. Then he raised his hand and looked at the dripping results. It wasn't the bright red of pure blood. Instead, the color was pink, the crimson of Christy's popped cherry mixed with the orgasmic honey of her equally wet climax.
"Mmmmmm, let me taste myself," Christy said.
She grabbed Jake's hand and put the fingers into her slurping mouth. The flavor of her own bloody cum immediately had her climaxing all over again.
"Ooooooh, now that I'm coming this good, I don't wanna stop! Don't just fuck me, Jake. Do something to my tits, too. Whenever I play with them myself, the feeling always goes straight to my cunt. If you do it while you're fucking me in my cunt, I ought to come so much I can't stand it."
Then Christy grabbed double handfuls of flannel, sending the buttons flying as she ripped open her shirt. Braless, her tits heaved into the open, the nipples like ripe strawberries.
"They're all yours!" she cried, offering her naked tits to her wide-eyed cousin.
Jake placed a hand on each perfect tit, squeezing gently.
"Harder, harder!" urged Christy. "Leave some bruises!"
Jake's strong fingers sank into the firm yet spongy tit-flesh. Christy reacted to the pressure by bucking her cunt, so the big cock in her cunt fucked her even deeper.
"Ahhh, getting treated rough is really my something-extra," Christy breathlessly said. "More, more! Rougher you treat me, stud, more I'll come for you. And the more I come the better you'll do it for me when your hard cock's ready to shoot its load in my thirsty cunt."
"Won't be long before that happens," Jake said, letting it be known that the creamy tide was rising between his legs.
"Then do everything you can to my tits before your cock comes in my cunt." Christy said.
Jake went for it on cue, bunching his cousin's tits together with his hands so the nipples were side by side. To them he lowered his drooling mouth. Then he began sucking both of Christy's nipples at the same time. But that wasn't enough for her.
"Bite me! Bite me!" Christy cried.
Again on cue, Jake answered with his teeth, clamping down on the plump pair of nipples. The exquisite pain traveled in a burst of high voltage from Christy's tits to the core of her fucked cunt. What this did to her senses was electrifying beyond any of her previous orgasms. Indeed, this one seemed to combine all the power of the others into a single, overwhelming climax of climaxes.
It was overwhelming for her male partner as well. No guy, fucking somebody who was coming as mightily as Christy now did, could hold back his jizz any longer.
"Arrgghhhh!" Jake groaned as if he were in pain. But it was with mind-bending pleasure that his cock erupted at last in its first cunt.
"Yeooww!" Christy cried. "What a trip!"
Her cunt milked Jake's cock and balls even more greedily than her mouth had earlier. And, this time, a cuntful rather than a bellyful of so much jizz meant that she was bound to overflow. Not that she minded, though, since the creamy excess leaked into the crack of her ass with such a silken sensation that she promptly smeared it all over, around and between her ass-cheeks.
"Oh, look at me! Look how beautiful I am for you!" Christy boasted when Jake's cock had finished spilling every last drop her cunt could coax from it.
Pulling out, Jake looked down at the sticky sheen between her spread legs. The glistening evidence of his potency dazzled him.
"Beautiful? No, ain't a good enough word for you." Jake sighed.
"Next time we catch up with each other, I'll be waiting to fuck again," Christy purred. "And I'll have a piece of ass even better for you than this one."
"But you're leaving tomorrow," Jake said. "I might never see you, let alone get to fuck you again."
"Don't worry, I'll be back," Christy promised. "One way or another, I'll talk my mom and dad into stopping here again on the way home from our vacation. You can count on it."
"Just in case they don't, though," Jake anxiously suggested, "you think that maybe I, uh, could--"
"Think you'd better or I'll never forgive you!" Christy said, reading her cousin's mind loud and clear.
And so, with his cock as stiff as ever, Jake took aim on Christy's welcoming cunt to fuck her for the second time.
Chapter 2
Christy and her parents left the next morning. The minute they were on the highway, Christy's parents started discussing their country relatives.
"I know Meg's my sister and she's got a right to live her own life," Brad Conway told his wife. "But how she could marry a redneck like Luke and waste her life out here in the middle of nowhere still beats me."
"They seem happy enough," Helen Conway said of her in-laws.
"But Meg went to college, had her whole future in front of her," Brad said. "And I doubt Luke finished high school. Then there's that kid of theirs. Jake. He's taking right after his hayseed father. Talks like he's got a headful of air and a mouthful of mush."
"Christy seemed to like Jake," Helen replied, then looked over her shoulder at her daughter in the back seat. "Didn't you, honey?"
Nodding, Christy took the opportunity to suggest, "Yeah, I kinda thought that when we're driving back home we might be able to stop there again. It was like, well, real peaceful. Jake showed me a lot of stuff about, uh, how different it is in the country than the city."
"Forget it!" Brad Conway snorted. "On the way back we'll stay right on the interstate, drive straight through as fast as we can. Spend the night at a motel where we can get something else for breakfast besides those damned grits."
Hearing this, Christy decided to drop it for now. While her parents continued to talk, she took a nap and dreamed about Jake's big cock. It was almost as if he were fucking her all over again in the back seat of the car. When she awoke, her cunt was so wet that she asked her father to pull into a rest-stop, so she could use the john to wipe herself.
After that, Christy just looked out the window at the scenery as the farm country gradually changed to the outskirts of a city almost as large as the one in which they lived. This wasn't the only thing it had in common with home. Her brother Denny lived there now, starting his own family with his wife Elise.
"Looking forward to seeing your big brother, honey?" Christy's mother asked.
"Sure," Christy said, but she was really thinking a lot more about the hung cousin she'd left behind than Denny. After all, she couldn't fuck her own brother.
Half an hour later they were there. Denny lived in an apartment that was just large enough for him, his wife and the baby they were expecting so with three visitors it strained at the seams. There was a rollaway bed for Brad and Helen in a room that would eventually be used as a nursery, but Christy would have to make do with the couch in the living room.
Because of the sleeping arrangements, Christy had to wait until everybody else was through talking before she could turn in. Feeling tired, she didn't have much to add to the conversation. So she just sat there and sneaked some wine after dinner, waiting until she could treat herself to another wet-dream.
Around midnight, things finally broke up. Grateful to be alone, Christy put on her nightie and tested out the couch, finding it more comfortable than she'd expected. Curling up on it under a sheet and blanket, she snuggled her hand between her legs and rubbed her cunt to lull herself to sleep.
However, before she could drop off, Christy heard footsteps. Peeking out from under the covers, she saw her brother in his pajamas. Standing in the hallway, Denny was looking straight at her.
"You awake, Sis?" he whispered.
Christy remained motionless, not answering. Her brother repeated his question, louder this time. Christy kept her silence, while she watched Denny slowly edge toward her.
He was being very careful about something. It seemed to take him forever to get to the couch. By the time he had, Christy had her eyes tightly shut, doing her best to convince him that now wasn't the time to disturb her.
"You awake, Sis?" Denny said again, standing directly over her at this point.
Christy pretended to snore, just not in the mood for her brother. But if she wanted him to go away, she was using the wrong strategy. For, it turned out, asleep and helpless was exactly how Denny wanted to find her.
"I'll just take a quick look, that's all," she heard him mutter to himself under his breath. "What she doesn't know won't hurt either of us."
Christy held her breath as her brother then slipped the covers from her body. Even though she was afraid to look, she could feel Denny's eyes all over her. And since she only wore a sheer nightie, there was plenty for him to see.
"Mmmmm, Sis, you grew up real nice," Denny murmured. "Everything I remember from when I was still at home, and now a whole lot more to go along with that."
Christy squirmed. How could she help it? Her brother's ragged breath now caressed her nearly bare ass, raising goose bumps. Denny was leaning over to get a better look at her cunt.
He was panting. "Cunts don't get any sweeter than this beauty. Damn, I can smell how good it must taste. Wonder if Sis is still cherry?"
The goose bumps had spread all over Christy by now.
"God, what I'd give to suck and fuck her," her brother muttered. "Whole time we were growing up it was all I could do to keep my hands off her, and she's got me even hornier now."
Christy didn't know what to do. Frantic, she ran the past through her mind in search of clues about her brother's alarming behavior. And, her memory forcibly triggered, something abruptly stood out which she had never before seriously considered ...
When Denny was still at home, she recalled, it would happen when she was taking a bath. How often he'd seemed to walk in on her by accident. Then, afterward, he'd always wind up in his own room with the door shut. What had he been doing in there? Christy was starting to get a pretty good idea.
Tonight, of course, he couldn't withdraw into his bedroom. His wife was in there. But it was obvious to Christy that he was on his way to somewhere private to do something about the hard-on which she saw jutting from his pajamas when she dared to peek out of one eye at him.
He left a moment later. Christy heard a door open and close down the hallway. And sitting up in a daze, she found herself mentally focusing on the big cock she had just glimpsed. "I never knew he was so hung," she whispered to herself, seeing him in a whole new light. Then, comparing him to her cousin, she added, "God, Denny's cock's even bigger when it's hard than Jake's was."
The next thing she knew, Christy had left the couch, her curiosity too strong to resist. Across the living room and into the hallway she went. To her left she saw a sliver of light from beneath a closed door. The bathroom. That's where her brother was, the same place she'd been when Denny had accidentally walked in on her so many times while they'd been growing up together.
"It's my turn now," Christy whispered.
She made her move before she lost her nerve. Suddenly she'd opened the bathroom door, ready to claim that she hadn't known anybody was inside. Instead, she speechlessly stood there and stared at the sight awaiting her.
Denny was sitting on the john. His cock seemed even bigger to Christy now that she was staring at it. What's more, in his stroking hand, his cock was just this instant erupting with a torrent of jizz.
"S-sorry you had to see this, Sis," Denny said as he came, caught in the act of jacking off. Then, trying to save face, he said, "Isn't easy having a pregnant wife. Guy's gotta do something about the way he feels."
Christy didn't know what she'd say until she heard it herself, and it was as bold as her brother's cock was big and hard. "Elise doesn't have anything to do with it--with us," she bluntly said, dismissing Denny's explanation about his wife. "You're jacking off on account of me. You're horny for me--always have been."
Denny didn't deny it. "H-how'd you know?"
Christy could have told him that she hadn't been asleep when he'd been fooling with her on the couch, but that would have probably made him feel so guilty that she'd have had to listen to a whole string of more sorry excuses. And her uncontrollably aroused cunt made her too impatient for that.
"I've always been the same way for you," Christy stated, recklessly changing the past to suit the present. "That means, in case you want me to spell it out, h-o-t! Girl keeps her eyes open when she's got a crush on her own brother, just hoping he feels the same about her. So I know all about how you used to beat your meat because of me--same as you did tonight."
"Th-then why didn't you do s-something?" Denny sputtered.
"I did. Same thing you did," Christy said. "Want a demonstration?"
Her brother gulped and nodded for her to go ahead.
Christy went to the bathtub. She sat on the edge, one foot propped on the rim and the other extended on the floor. This made her short nightie bunch around her hips, exposing her cunt. Then, snaking her fingers through her wispy cunt-bush, she began massaging her cunt.
"I played with my cunt so many times, thanks to you."
"Show me ... show me more," Denny urged.
"Mmmmm-hmmmmmmm," crooned Christy, poking her middle finger into her cunt. "Feels good. 'Specially now that I get to look at your big cock while I'm finger-fucking myself."
"I-I'll jack off along with you, Sis," Denny said.
"No, I've got a better idea."
"Yeah, Sis?"
"I'll suck you instead."
"You sure, Sis?"
"Just put that big cock in my mouth and try me, stud."
Denny sprang off the john. Christy's mouth was wide open. Denny took aim and filled the target with his surging cock. Christy did the rest, deep-throating him to his balls while she continued finger-fucking her own cunt.
"God, Sis, you're terrific!" Denny praised Christy's expert cock-sucking. "Always knew that if you ever gave me one it'd be the best blow-job I ever got."
Christy, though, had just begun to bend her brother's mind with her sexy ways. First, she'd tangle up his spurs some by seeming to go in the opposite direction than the one in which she was actually headed. This occurred when, all at once, she separated her mouth from Denny's hard-on.
"What's wrong, Sis?" he anxiously asked. "You were sucking my prick so good."
"But," Christy said, "I know what'd make me suck it even better."
Denny nervously waited for an explanation.
"This ..."
Christy popped her finger out of her cunt and passed it under her brother's nose.
"Smell sweet?" she asked.
Denny nodded.
Then Christy put the same sticky finger in her brother's mouth.
"Taste even sweeter?" she asked.
Denny nodded again.
"Then go for it where it's sweetest," Christy said. "Eat my cunt if you really want your cock sucked as good as it gets."
To get into position to make good on her suggestion, Christy took advantage of what was available on the spot. Leaving her perch, she slithered down into his tub as if it were a sunken bed and spread herself out in all her glory.
"Sixty-nine!" she said.
Denny followed her into the tub without further delay. Facing in the opposite direction, he dangled his cock and balls above her head while looking down at her reeking cunt.
"Go for it!" Christy cried.
Her brother burrowed between her parted thighs, mouth flush with cunt-lips, tongue surging into cunt-gash.
"Mmmmm, that's more like it." Christy moaned with pleasure.
Then she acted to double that pleasure, guiding her brother's cock back into her mouth and down her deep throat.
From there it was prime suction at both ends of the action as if brother and sister had been sixty-nining since they were little kids. Christy came first, feeding Denny all the orgasmic cunt-juice he could swallow. But within moments he'd caught up, his prick unloading with gushing force.
Christy's thirst for her brother's jizz proved to be as much or more than it had been for her cousin Jake's. She couldn't get enough of his cum. Not a precious drop would escape her hunger, as she clung to Denny's cock until his balls were totally drained.
"If you want my cock to stay hard, Sis, you got it," Denny said when Christy had sucked him clean. "You got all my cum this time, but I'll have more to shoot if that's what you want."
"God, do I!" Christy slurped, finally releasing her sucking hold on Denny's cock. "And someplace even better than my mouth the next time you come for me."
"Fuck you, Sis?" Denny eagerly asked.
"Like you're trying to split me in two!" Christy declared.
Then she pushed her brother away so she could move into a better position to get fucked.
When Denny had given her room, Christy slithered out of the tub and then crawled over to the john. There she knelt with her face resting on the lid and her ass raised, in the classic dog-fucking stance.
"Get the idea, stud?" she called.
"You better believe it, Sis!"
That said, Denny moved in behind his sister. In each of his hands he took an ass-cheek and yanked them apart, exposing the yawning splendor of Christy's rear-spread cunt.
"You like it rough, don't you, Sis?" he said.
"What makes you think that?" Christy asked.
"Your tits," Denny said. "Started noticing how bruised they are. You must've really let the last guy who fucked you do a job on you."
"How do you know I wasn't raped?"
"If you were, bet you wound up begging for more."
Christy suddenly had a whim that was more reckless than anything that had gone before. Rape was the key. She'd never been forced into sex before, but like any normal girl she'd always wondered what it would be like. And since her brother was so sure he knew how she'd react, why not make him prove it?
"If I begged for more before, then you ought to be able to make me do it again even more," she said.
"You're really asking for it, Sis," warned her brother.
"So do you have the balls to give it to me?"
Denny reacted to Christy's challenge by squeezing her ass-cheeks so they'd be even more bruised than her tits already were.
"You can be meaner than that." Christy egged him on.
One hand went to her head. Denny grabbed a fistful of her hair and snapped her head back. Then his other hand went for another kind of hair. The wispy thatch at Christy's cunt. He tugged her cunt so her cunt-lips stretched from between her ass-cheeks like pink flaps of rubber.
"Now what do you think, Sis? Am I giving it to you rough enough?"
Christy reacted to the pain by coming on the spot.
"God, you mean it, don't you? You goddamned horny bitch in heat!"
"You raping bastard!"
"Okay, if this is what you really want, it's gonna get worse," Denny said.
"Then pour it on! Treat me like I deserve! Rough as it gets! Rape the shit out of me!" Christy wildly pleaded for the worst.
"Rape the shit out of you, huh?" Denny chuckled. "Baby sister, I just ought to take you at your word on that. Teach you a lesson you'll never forget."
"What's stopping you?" Christy replied.
"You know what that means, Sis?"
"Try me!"
"Damn, then, you got it!"
Once again, Denny was prying apart his sister's ass-cheeks. But this time he didn't focus on her cunt. The much tighter opening had his attention. Denny nudged his chunky cock-head against the puckered dent, ready to go for broke.
"Mmmmm it's like being cherry all over again." Christy panted with anticipation.
"Then you know it's gonna hurt."
"It damned well better!"
"Then take this and put it in your mouth, so you don't wake up everybody in the apartment when you start to scream," Denny said, reaching for a towel.
"You do it for me. Gag me just like you're honest to God raping me." Christy said.
His throbbing cock-head remained poised in striking position. Denny wrapped the towel around his sister's face the way a genuine rapist would do to keep his victim quiet. Then his hands returned to Christy's ass-cheeks as he steadied himself to finally take the plunge.
"No backing out now," he exclaimed, speaking for himself as well as his sister as his crotch violently lurched to force his huge cock into its narrow target.
And so Christy was brutally introduced to backdoor sex. With the towel gagging her, she couldn't cry out as she wanted to, but at least she managed to make herself heard.
"Owwww! Feels like you're ripping me in half, Denny!" she moaned. "Getting my ass fucked for the first time hurts twice as much as when I got my cherry cunt full of cock!"
"You bragging or complaining, Sis?" Denny taunted, shoving even more cock into Christy's rear chute.
Christy responded to his mocking question by coming on the spot. Her orgasmic asshole rippled along the length of her brother's buried cock, letting Denny know for certain that he'd plugged into a keg of female dynamite. For her, twice as much pain equaled twice as much pleasure.
"You're the real goods, Sis. Hell, forget about me raping you. More like the other way around--your ass raping my prick."
This made it Christy's turn to tease. "You bragging or complaining?"
"Just telling the truth, Sis," Denny said. "You're the best!"
"Then," Christy chuckled through the towel, "I'd better keep living up to my reputation."
She began rocking back and forth on her knees so her tight asshole tugged and hauled her brother's cock. In the process, something gave way within her, in much the same way it did in her cunt when her cherry had been popped. Only this time, rather than blood, the sticky flow which seeped around the cock fucking her was more like female fudge.
"Oooooh, can you feel it?" Christy asked, picking up on the slimy sensation at once. "Feel my fucked ass leaking? Getting your cock so dirty with you know what?"
Denny tested his sister's slippery asshole with what was now his thoroughly lubed cock, sliding back and then lurching forward in to the hilt.
"Yeah, brother dear, that's right, you did it. Kept your promise," Christy said. "Fucked the shit out of me ..."
She interrupted herself by shuddering from head to toe.
"... got me shitting and coming at the same time," she moaned with ecstasy. "Coming and shitting."
By now the towel that was supposed to gag Christy had fallen away from her face. So she put it to another use, wadding it in her hand and reaching behind to dab the excess shit which leaked down her inner thighs from her fucked ass. Then she brought the stained towel back to her face and sniffed it, getting high on her own funky aroma.
"Soooo dirty," she joyously murmured. "Just makes me wanna get even nastier."
"Don't see how it could get any dirtier than this, Sis," Denny said.
That was like a dare to Christy in her current frame of mind, and she readily accepted the challenge.
Can't get any dirtier? she scoffed;. "We'll find out about that."
Denny was curious about where his sister was leading the next. However, to his surprise, Christy now told him to take his cock out of her ass.
"Huh?" He gulped, puzzled why she'd pick this moment to end the butt-fuck just when it was as its filthiest.
"Just do what I say!" Christy snapped.
Denny reluctantly withdrew. Fresh from his sister's shit-pit, his rigid cock looked as if it had been smeared with chocolate.
"Mmmmmm, disgusting, isn't it?" Christy asked over her shoulder as she and her brother both looked at his butt-fucked cock.
"Now what am I supposed to do with my cock?" Denny asked.
"Well, what else?" giggled Christy. "Clean your cock off. I told you, it's disgusting."
"Give me the towel, then ..."
"No, silly, I mean clean your cock off the dirtiest way there is," Christy said, continuing to confuse her brother.
"'Fraid you're gonna have to explain better than that, Sis," Denny mumbled. "Dunno what you're talking about."
"Well, actions always speak louder than words, don't they?"
That said, Christy was abruptly no longer kneeling over the john. Instead, she'd bobbed up and around to perch herself on the seat. And, next, one leg angled over so she could prop her foot in the sink. After that, the other leg stretched to rest on the dirty clothes hamper. Her clit seemed to jump out at her brother from between her spread thighs--her wide-open cunt.
Danny reacted, glancing at his filthy cock as he muttered, "You mean you want this ..."
His gaze then darted to his sister's yawning cunt.
"... in there?"
"Can't think of a better place to wash your cock clean." Christy giggled some more. "A better, wetter place than my juicy cunt."
But Denny hesitated about filling that pink cunt with a cock so gross as his. Then, as he stalled, Christy lost her patience. Those long legs of hers reached out and seized her startled brother, pulling him tightly into fucking range.
"Remember this?" she asked, waving the towel in Denny's face. "Well, it's not gagging me anymore. So if I start screaming that you really did rape me, everyone'll hear."
"Th-that's not fair, Sis." Denny choked on the threat. "I'd go to jail."
"Not if you play ball by balling my cunt with your dirty cock," Christy said.
Trapped, Denny had to stick his dirty cock into his sister's demanding cunt. And, as soon as he had, Christy slung the towel around his ass, tugging an end in each of her hands to guide the movement of his hips so they'd roll to her liking.
"Oooooh, yes this is how I wanna finish up." Christy moaned, making Denny's cock pump nonstop in her grinding cunt. "Fucked up the ass and then in my cunt by the same big, hard prick! How could any horny little sister ask for anything more from her big, hung brother?"
She was getting awfully loud at this point. Denny broke into a cold sweat worrying about her being overheard by the rest of the family. And what about when she came again? The way she was going, she might raise the roof.
She read his mind. "Still afraid about going to jail, Brother dear?"
An ashen Denny nodded.
"Relax," Christy told him. "Relax and enjoy it. You can trust me. Nobody'll know how much I come except me and you."
Then Christy whipped the towel free from her brother's ass, startling him by snapping it in the air. From there, Denny watched her stuff a corner of it in her mouth. And only then did she begin coming.
Sighing with relief as his sister's wails of pleasure were muffled by the towel while she came, Denny took Christy's advice and relaxed and enjoyed the rest of the fuck. Enjoyed it so much that when he shot his wad, he had to grab the other end of the towel and stuff it in his mouth too, silently screaming along with his sister in perfect harmony.
Chapter 3
"Do you think Denny and Elise are happy?" Helen Conway asked her husband when they were on the road again. "They seemed ... I don't know ... kind of distant from each other, I guess. Maybe it's because Elise is so pregnant and Denny's frustrated. You know how that can be. No ..."
Helen quickly glanced over her shoulder, making sure her daughter was still asleep.
"... sex," she said.
Brad Conway promptly laughed out loud.
"What's so funny?" Helen defensively asked.
"You wouldn't worry about their sex life if you'd heard what I did last night." Brad explained his amusement. "Elise might be knocked up as big as a house, but Denny's still getting laid one way or another. If that wasn't him fucking her I was listening to, I don't know what else it could've been."
"Oh, Brad," Helen huffed. "Really. Your language ..."
"Think they were screwing in the bathroom, too," Brad said, enjoying the way his wife squirmed. "Maybe Elise leans over the john so that big belly won't get in the way, and Denny balls her doggie-style."
"Will you please stop?" Helen hissed. "I'm sorry I brought it up."
Brad was on a roll, though, merrily adding, "Or maybe Elise takes after her mother-in-law. You always liked my cock up your ass when you were knocked up with our kids. So what do you mean, no sex? You always got your share of cock right up to the ninth month. Why should Elise be any different?"
Helen Conway's whole attitude abruptly changed with her husband's mention of back-door sex. She was a lot more interested in her own sex life than she was in her son and daughter-in-law's.
"Gee, it's been a long time since you did that to me." She sighed.
"Did what?" Brad asked with a smirk.
"You know."
"But maybe I want to hear you actually say it."
"You bastard."
"Say it."
"Give me one good reason."
"Maybe I'll make up for lost time if I hear out loud how much you want it again."
"Would you ... really?"
"Try me."
So Helen Conway told her husband what he wanted to hear.
"Fuck me in the ass," she purred, rubbing against her husband in the front seat of the car.
"Tell me more," Brad coaxed.
"I want your big, hard cock ramming into me where I shit," Helen crooned in his ear, while stroking his bulging cock.
"When?"
"Tonight."
"Your brother's expecting us, though. We already called ahead."
"So," Helen seductively said, "Arnie'll take us to dinner, we'll drink a lot of wine on him, then wind up in bed at our motel with your big cock fucking straight up my horny ass. Sounds like a terrific evening to me."
"What about you know who?" Brad whispered, gesturing over his shoulder toward the back seat.
"What she doesn't know can't hurt her. We'll rent separate rooms. Have all the privacy we need for you to fuck the shit out of me like you used to do."
* * *
There was a convention in town. Getting any kind of room was a lucky break. All the Conways could find was the last overpriced vacancy at a hole-in-the-wall motel. Since their daughter would have to sleep on a cot beside their bed, it looked to a disappointed Brad and Helen Conway as if there'd be no ass-fucking for them that night. However, all was not lost, thanks to an unexpected source ...
Christy knew everything, for she had only been pretending to be napping in the back seat of the car when her folks had started coming on to each other. What's more, she heartily approved.
"Mom and Dad deserve a break after having me around all the time," she said to herself. "After all, I've gotten fucked twice during this vacation, so if they're this hot to get it on tonight, I owe it to them to leave them alone."
But how? The unsatisfactory motel room had already been rented, and now they were on their way to see Christy's Uncle Arnie with time running out. All Christy could do was hope that she'd get an opportunity to somehow make things work out. And sure enough, luck was with her.
It developed, casually enough, when Arnie said during dinner at a local restaurant, "Hmmmm, I just thought of something. That damned convention's hit town. Hope you people found somewhere halfway decent to stay."
Brad Conway shrugged, trying to conceal his pained expression, though not too well.
Arnie understandingly extended his sympathy. "That crummy, huh? Wish I had more room so I could put the three of you up." It was exactly the opening Christy had been waiting for.
She spoke out, "You could handle just me couldn't you, Uncle Arnie? I could sleep on your couch, like I already did at Denny's. I'm used to it by now. It'd be a lot better than that cot at the motel."
"Christy!" Helen Conway snapped at her daughter. "Where are your manners? You don't invite yourself to spend the night with somebody."
"No, it's perfectly all right with me," Arnie said. "The couch is there, so at least one of you might as well use it. Christy's got a good idea there. Should've thought of it myself."
Helen glanced at her husband for his opinion. Brad tried to be casual, saying that he guessed it sounded all right to him.
"Well," Helen murmured, "if it's really okay with you, Arnie, I suppose Christy might as well stay at your place. It would be awfully cramped for the three of us in that motel ..."
"Say no more!" Arnie ended the discussion. "Christy's my guest. Now let's eat, drink and be merry. Everybody'd better, as long as I'm paying for this dinner."
It turned out to be a grand evening. Arnie insisted that Christy have as much wine as the adults. She was tipsy when she said good night to her parents and her handsome bachelor uncle took her home with him.
"About that couch," Arnie said when they arrived at his place. "I'll sleep there and you take the bed. My treat."
"Well, okay," Christy said. Then she stumbled and admitted with a girlish giggle, "Gee, Uncle Arnie, think that wine went to my head. Like I'm a little smashed."
"Just lean on me, honey, and I'll get you into bed."
Christy let her uncle put his arm around her. He guided her into the bedroom, where she giggled some more.
"What's so funny?" her uncle asked.
"Just remembered," Christy said. "Since you're a bachelor, guess I won't be the first girl you've gotten drunk and put to bed."
"Now what would a nice girl like you know about that," Arnie cautiously teased.
"You might be surprised."
"Oh?"
Just then the wine seemed to gallop up on Christy and overtake her. Suddenly she slipped from her uncle's grasp like a sandbag and fell back across the bed. When she landed, her bare legs dangled at the knees over the edge, her short skirt hiked far enough up her semi-parted thighs to expose the fact that she wore no panties.
"I'd, uh, better leave," Arnie nervously said.
Recovering her voice, Christy muttered, "At least help me get ready for bed, Uncle Arnie. To undress. That wine's got me so I can't get out of my own way."
"Gosh, honey, dunno if that's my place ..."
"Then I'll fall asleep in my clothes," Christy answered, abruptly giggling again, "like some kinda old bag lady."
"Well, 'suppose it won't hurt if I give you a hand ..."
Christy didn't make it any easier on her mother's brother. "Then take it off, Uncle Arnie. Take it all off."
Arnie took a deep breath and leaned over, groping for the zipper of his niece's skirt. It seemed to open on its own. Then Christy wriggled from the hips down, making Arnie strip her below the waist after she'd kicked off her shoes.
"D'you think I'm pretty?" she asked her uncle, the wine thickening her voice.
At this point Arnie was practically hypnotized by the sight of the naked teenaged cunt before him. With her skirt gone, Christy had raised her knees so her sleek thighs parted. Between them, her silken cunt-bush framed the pink slit of her parted cunt-lips.
"Well?" She prompted her tongue-tied uncle for an opinion.
"Y-you're beautiful. Only word I can think of," Arnie finally stammered. "But it's not good enough for a girl like you."
This was, of course, very much like what her cousin Jake had told Christy. It meant even more to her this time, though. Jake was just a cherry country boy who'd been bowled over because she was his first piece of ass. However, her mother's brother was a swinging bachelor, a man of the world who'd probably seen and done it all. If he sang her praises like this, it meant she'd arrived in the big leagues of grown-up sex.
"Know I'm not very old," she said. "But when I'm with you I feel a whole lot more like a real woman than just a schoolgirl. Like, mmmm, you really bring out the best in me." With that, Christy showed that she was capable of undressing herself after all, at least as far as her blouse was concerned. She slipped it over her head, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra. This meant she was stark naked as her uncovered tits joined her bare cunt on display.
"You're not as drunk as you've been acting, are you?" Arnie gulped, feasting his eyes on his niece's sexy charms.
"No," Christy admitted. "But that doesn't mean I've been faking about what really counts. 'Cause I'm sure as anything every bit as horny as I'm acting. As horny for you, Uncle Arnie, as you are for me."
"What makes you so sure about me?" Arnie said.
"This," Christy replied, reaching with her foot to playfully wiggle her toes against the telltale bulge at her uncle's crotch. "I've shown you mine, now you show me yours so I can see up front if it's really as big and hard as it looks in your pants."
Lowering his trembling hand to his swollen cock, Arnie said, "I ought to have my head examined if I go through with this."
"Just leave the head to yours truly, Uncle dear."
The zipper was nudged down. Then Arnie's hand disappeared into his open pants. When it emerged again, the fingers were wrapped around the thick shaft of the biggest cock Christy had yet seen. She was more in love than ever with the idea of trying on her hung uncle for size, but she hadn't lost her sense of humor.
"Aren't you gonna ask me if I think you're pretty?"
"Let's stop playing games," Arnie said. "You're either a cock-teaser or you're not. The rest is up to you."
"Suppose," she said, "that's all I really am? A little cock-teaser? Then what would you do, Uncle Arnie? Say I drew the line and told you that I was never really serious. Just playing with you. If I told you that the rest was nothing, this is as far as it goes, would you let me off the hook?"
"Cut the crap, you little bitch!" Arnie hissed as his niece tested his patience. "You know that's bullshit."
"But maybe I'm asking you to pretend it's not," Christy said. "Maybe I'm the kinda girl who likes a little persuasion before she comes across like a real woman. If the rest is up to me, why don't you make me give it to you?"
Arnie caught on. "So that's what you're after."
"Please!" Christy panted with anticipation.
"Make me, make ..."
Her uncle delivered, lashing out and slapping her across the face.
"More ... more," Christy whimpered.
"Once I start I won't stop," her uncle warned.
"I wouldn't let you," Christy answered. "The worse you treat me, the better I'll like it."
Her uncle slapped her face again.
"God, I hope this is just the beginning," Christy sobbed.
"By the time I'm through with you, little girl, you might change your tune."
Then he stopped slapping and started squeezing, each hand grabbing a tit. And straddling his niece, he next thrust his rigid cock in her face.
"Make me do it," Christy gurgled. "Make me fuck your big cock with my cunt of a mouth!"
"Your mouth's gonna get more than just fucked, bitch!" snapped Arnie. He was a real bastard when he wanted to be.
"Oh, yes ... please, yes!" Christy pleaded, knowing exactly what her uncle meant. "Don't just fuck it, rape it! Rape my cunt of a mouth with your big, mean cock!"
The oral target was there for the taking. Arnie rammed his massive cock into it and down Christy's throat with all the strength he could channel to his surging loins. His niece was sucking his cock to the hilt right from the beginning of the brutal blow-job, and Arnie had to admit that she more than held her own.
"How can anybody rape somebody who's as hungry for cock as you are?" Arnie had to ask as he was so expertly deep-throated.
Temporarily easing her suction enough to be heard, Christy replied with a mouthful of cock, "You just keep trying, Uncle Arnie. Keep trying to break me, stud, break me if you can."
"Not so sure there's such a thing as too much for a horny little bitch like you," Arnie said. But then he added, "Ought to be real interesting for both of us, though, to put you to the test ..."
His muscular crotch slammed against Christy's face.
"We might as well find out right now how you like gagging on this!"
Arnie's cock had just erupted at the depths of Christy's throat. It was more than simply a load, it was a flood, flowing in a continuous stream rather than a series of spurts. Christy had gone into her seduction of her uncle believing that she could swallow all the jizz his cock might shoot, but now she was finding out otherwise.
She drank her uncle's cum as fast as she could; however, she just couldn't keep up with so much. Part of the excess made her cheeks balloon, and the rest backed up in her nose to dribble from her nostrils.
"You should see yourself now." Her uncle laughed at her expense when his climax had run its course. "What a mess. Cum running out of your nose like snot. You really ought to wash that not-so-pretty face of yours, snot nose."
"Why don't you do it for me?" Christy slobbered, releasing her uncle's sticky cock so unswallowed jizz dripped from her fucked mouth, down to her chin.
"Unnnhhh!" Arnie snorted with apparent disgust, returning to macho form after shooting a stud's wad. "Shape you're in, you're hardly worth pissing on."
"You could give it a try, though, couldn't you?"
"Huh?" Arnie answered, not sure he'd heard Christy right, caught off balance by his niece's runaway lust once more.
Christy left no further doubt what she was after. "Piss on me! Piss in my face!"
She grabbed for her uncle's prick, aiming it in her direction.
"You freak!" he said.
"Lucky you." Christy said. She tugged at her uncle's cock. "Of course, I'm always ready to lend a helping hand ... job."
"Damn!" Arnie sighed in wonder at his niece's kinky ways. "You have a way of getting what you want."
Then his cock erupted again. This time the gushing flow was yellow rather than creamy, a golden shower of hot piss, point-blank in his niece's grinning face, washing his leftover cum away.
"Mmmmm, it makes me feel so dirty get cleaned off this way!" Christy declared. "Now finish on my titties."
While his cock still gushed, she guided her uncle's cock to her tits and got them drenched.
"Ooooooh!" She then swooned, letting go of Arnie's cock and smearing piss all over herself. "It's so hot 'n' slippery. Just one problem, though. Can't make up my mind yet what's most hot 'n' slippery. Your piss or your jizz. Maybe if you came for me again I could decide."
"I've only got so much to give," Arnie wearily said.
"Don't worry, leave it to me."
Christy reared up from the bed, grasping her startled uncle and reversing their positions by rolling over on top of him.
"Now it's official!" She crowed in the dominant position, kneeling stride Arnie's crotch. "I'm raping you!"
"Good luck," Arnie said. His cock was flopping rather than jutting at this point.
"Luck has nothing to do with it," Christy purred. "I was born knowing how to raise a hard-on."
She sat down and began rubbing her hairy, juicy cunt flush against her uncle's cock and balls. Christy had talked of piss and cum, but at the moment she was after blood--a surge of it rushing straight to her uncle's cock to revive his hard-on.
Success was hers. The flexing power of blood-filled cock bumped against her cunt, primed to fuck her--or, that is, primed for her to rape it.
"You never had a chance, Uncle Arnie." She taunted her mother's brother, raising her loins so she could take aim with her cunt on his rigid prick.
When she bobbed up, Arnie's cock automatically sprang in her cunt's direction, straining at a right angle from his crotch. It could only defy gravity for so long, of course. Long enough, though, for Christy to take advantage of it and bring her cunt right back down, sliding its lips around her uncle's muscular cock-pole until she'd taken every thick inch to the root.
"Oooooh, my cunt feels so full."
Christy started bouncing up and down, turning on the friction between cock and cunt. Arnie could only think that his niece was the best piece of ass he'd ever had in his career as a swinging bachelor.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" he called from below, urging Christy to do her thing to him.
Her cunt rose and fell on his cock with relentless rhythm. And it was swiftly taking its toll. Arnie hadn't much time before he'd shoot a wad. But he didn't want to cream until his niece would come, too. Even if he was a willing victim, he still had his macho pride. Even if a chick were raping him, it was still his job to make her come along with him.
"Hey, down there, I know what you're thinking." Christy read his mind. "Well, relax, I've been saving mine for you so I can do it at the same time you do."
"Won't be long for me," Arnie said.
"Mmmm, I can feel." Christy sighed, screwing her cunt all the way down on her uncle's throbbing cock. "I can feel all that jizz just ready to explode in my cunt and make me come when you do."
Arnie had no further reason to hold back. Abruptly, his prick spurted so wildly in his niece's cunt that it lifted her in the air. And then, sliding back down, Christy was matching Arnie with her own shuddering orgasm.
"Ooooooh, what cumming!" she cried.
"Beats pissing, huh?" Arnie reminded his niece of the game she'd been playing earlier.
But Christy still wasn't ready to leave golden showers behind. "Everything has its place. And this time it's my turn to have you decide what's hottest. My cum ..." She strained from within. "... or my piss!"
Locked in her cunt, Arnie's cock was bathed on the spot by her piss. He squirmed as if he'd been scalded, but the most telling result was that he kept his hard-on.
"Yeah, it turns you on too, doesn't it? Admit it, Uncle Arnie," Christy said.
Without another word, Arnie responded with crystal clarity. He rolled his niece over and started fucking her all over again, his cock lubed this time in her cunt by gurgling piss.
Chapter 4
Everybody was in an excellent mood when the Conway family was back on the road the next day. Of course there was no way they could openly discuss what had made them so cheerful, since last night's sex was what brought the smiles to their faces. So they chattered about this and that, enjoying one another's company in general as they passed the time. And in the process did manage to at least flirt with the key subject.
It happened when, quite naturally, Helen Conway made mention of Christy's overnight stay with her uncle. Christy answered that she'd enjoyed herself very much as Arnie's guest. He was a real nice guy. It was hard to believe such a good catch had stayed a bachelor so long, she noted, although she was sure that plenty of women had tried to drag him to the altar.
"Hey, ol' Arnie knows what he's doing." Brad Conway chuckled at the mention of his brother-in-law's unmarried status. "Why buy a cow when you can get all the milk you need under the fence?"
"Oh, isn't it just like a man to say something like that?" Helen complained with good humor. Then she turned to Christy. "Don't pay any attention to your father, honey, he's just talking through his hat. I make sure he stays on his own side of the fence--and likes it."
"Mmmm, I'll bet," Christy muttered.
"Yeah," her father admitted, while squeezing her mother's thigh, "guess I don't have any complaints about being an old married man. Arnie does his thing and I do mine."
Satisfied with his response, Helen squeezed back, just shy of her husband's cock.
"Now behave yourselves, you two," Christy teased. "I was gonna take a nap, but now I dunno if you can't keep your hands off each other. Unless I keep an eye on you, we might have an accident."
"Don't worry, you can trust us." Helen girlishly giggled. "You go ahead and stretch out, we'll act our age."
And Christy did lie down on the back seat with her eyes closed. But she was faking it, too curious for a nap now as she eavesdropped on her parents.
"Is she asleep?" Brad asked Helen after a while.
Helen checked, then nodded, clearly eager to hear what her husband had to say now that their daughter wouldn't overhear.
"Well, then, just wanna tell you that I got a hard-on that won't quit," Brad whispered.
"Mmmm, I can see," Helen murmured. "And my cunt's just as wet as your big cock is hard."
"Wish we could pull over so I could fuck you right now."
"Oh, don't tempt me. We've just gotta wait until tonight, that's all."
"You mean after we get back from being bored silly by Ann and Pete?"
"She's your sister. And we can't very well call it off after we've already stayed with Meg on this trip," Helen pointed out. "You know how jealous Ann and Meg can get of each other. And if they both don't get an evening with their darling brother, you'll never hear the end of it."
"Suppose you're right," grumbled Brad. Then he brightened up. "But once we get back to our motel, I'm fucking hell out of you, woman. We'll get Christy a separate room this time, no matter how much I have to bribe the guy at the desk."
"Ahhh, it's a date," Helen murmured. "Now let's change the subject, or I'll come in my pants just thinking about it."
* * *
Christy felt sorry for her horny parents being stuck with Aunt Ann and Uncle Pete when all they wanted to do was be alone and fuck. She also felt more than a little sorry for herself, getting paired off with her four-eyed shrimp of a cousin, David, so he could bore her while the adults were doing the same with one another in the den.
"This is my room," David said, giving Christy a guided tour that had so far left her numb with disinterest.
"You have your own video-tape machine?" she asked, trying to be polite when she spotted the VCR.
"Saved up my own money to buy it," David answered, his eyes lighting up through the thick lenses of his glasses. "Know why?"
Christy shrugged.
"Because," her cousin confidentially told her, "my folks have their own VCR. And this way I can get a look at their tapes without them being any the wiser."
Christy found her curiosity aroused. "Why, what's on them?"
"See for yourself."
David switched on the equipment, anxiously awaiting his cousin's reaction. He wasn't disappointed. Christy's mouth fell open as she watched a home video of her naked Aunt Ann and Uncle Pete fucking other people, side by side.
"They're swingers," David explained. "Get off by watching each other get laid when they swap with a couple who dig the same thing."
Christy's curiosity was running wild by now. "Do you think your folks'd try coming on to my folks if they had the chance? Like if they thought we'd be gone for long enough to leave them alone so something could happen?"
"It's worth a try."
From there the cousins hurriedly discussed their tactics. It was just a matter of settling on the details, since they'd achieved a meeting of the minds about their main goal.
It was still early, they said to their parents when they went into the den, and there wasn't much to do around the house. Would it be all right if they went to a movie together for a couple of hours to pass the time?
Brad and Helen were hesitant, but Pete and Ann thought it was a fine idea. In fact, Pete gave his son a ten-dollar bill and the keys to the car. After that, Brad and Helen had to go along.
Out of the house with Christy, David drove about a half mile before she asked him if it weren't time to turn back. He eagerly nodded, made a U-turn, and sped back the way they'd come. He parked a block away from the house. They walked the rest of the way, then slipped in through the kitchen door without their parents having any idea they were on the scene.
A hall led to the den from the kitchen. The door was slightly ajar when the tiptoeing cousins arrived to spy on their parents. Their timing was perfect.
* * *
"Having the kids go to a movie was a real break," Pete told his in-laws. "Because it gives Ann and me a chance to tell you something about us that we really hope you'll be able to get into."
Helen and Brad nodded, not knowing what to expect.
And now Ann spoke up. "What Pete's trying to say is that we've found something terrific that really makes a difference in our marriage. Since the kids are gone, we'd love it if you'd try it with us tonight."
Helen and Brad glanced at each other, then waited for an explanation.
The one they got took their breaths away.
"We swing," Pete matter-of-factly stated.
"You know what that means, don't you?"
"You mean that you ... with other people?" Helen gulped.
"Fuck them," Pete said.
But even more shocking was what Ann now boldly said. "We've sucked and fucked with lots of other couples ... but doing it with my own brother and his wife would be the biggest turn-on of all."
Now it was Helen's turn to turn bold as she took a deep breath and named the obvious consequences of wife-swapping with her in-laws. "But that'd mean Brad would be ... fucking you, Ann. His own sister."
"It's been my number-one fantasy since I was a little girl," Ann said. "That's why, when Brad and I were growing up, I'd show off bare-assed around him whenever I got the chance. And I know he noticed, because of the way his cock would bulge."
Helen fixed her husband with a riveting gaze.
"It's true," Brad sheepishly admitted. "Used to jack off over Sis all the time."
"And what would you do now?" Helen gulped. "If I agreed to go along with this?"
"F-fuck Ann," Brad stammered.
The room was thick with tension as Helen turned to her sister-in-law. "He's all yours, Ann."
Ann needed no further encouragement. As she stood, she dropped her skirt. Then she tugged her bikini panties right up into her hairy cunt so her bush bristled at the sides and her lower cunt-lips oozed in exposure. Next, she closed the distance between her and wide-eyed Brad.
"Eat it, stud," she said to her seated brother. "Suck my panties out of my horny cunt and eat right through me while my Pete and your Helen watch. Maybe it'll give 'em some ideas about each other and we'll have ourselves an orgy on our hands."
Brad's face pressed flush against his sister's flexing cunt. Then his slurping tongue was within her juicy cunt-gash. And at this point, responding to the example set by their spouses, Pete and Helen made eye-contact.
"You like 'em big, honey?" he asked her.
"Bigger the better."
"Then how about trying this on for size?"
Pete unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He hadn't exaggerated.
Having made her decision to go along with the swap, Helen Conway dropped to her knees before her well-hung brother-in-law. Pete rewarded her by jamming his long, thick hard-on down her welcoming throat.
But Helen wasn't satisfied with just sucking cock. Pulling Pete down to her level, she coaxed him to twist his rigid cock around in her mouth.
"Sixty-nine!" Helen urged with a slurping mouthful of cock.
Pete promptly flipped up her skirt. She had on panty-hose, which he yanked down to her knees. Then he buried his face in the hairy mound of her uncovered cunt, lancing it with every inch of his tongue.
And, as they feasted between each other's legs, Helen and Pete did not go unnoticed ...
"Oh, look at them," Ann said to her brother, as Brad ate her cunt. "Helen's going down on Pete's cock at the same time he does it to her cunt."
"You mean, we ought to catch up with them and sixty-nine, too, Sis?" Brad asked.
"Absolutely! That's what a swing-party's all about!" Ann declared. "Everybody getting it on as good as everybody else."
"Hold on then, Sis," panted Brad.
He bolted from his chair. His sister was forced back. Yielding at the waist, Ann was flattened on the carpet with Brad draped on top of her. From there he pivoted, winding up straddling her head.
"Oooooh, you don't know how long I've waited to get my chance at your cock," Ann told her brother.
Ann unbuckled Brad's belt, then yanked open his pants and pulled them down with his shorts. His stiff cock sprang forth. A moment later and Ann was deep-throating it to the root.
So now the couples sixty-nined together, mirror images of one another. It was a question now of which of the two husbands or pair of wives would come first as a result of getting it on with a swapped mate.
The first orgasmic payoff was a female tie. Helen and Ann climaxed simultaneously. Each fed the other's husband the cum from her tongue-fucked cunt, and both men greedily feasted on the sweet nectar while continuing to fuck mouth at the other end of the action.
Then, swiftly, Brad and Pete caught up. Their cocks exploded down the thirstily gulping throats of each other's wife. The women drained the balls of their new partners dry, then kept on deep-throating to make sure that the cocks remained hard in spite of being so thoroughly milked.
"Hmmm, I've still got some kinda bone in my cock," Brad said to his brother-in-law. "How about you?"
"Hard as a rock," the other answered. "Well, then, let's use 'em! These bitches didn't keep our cocks this hard for nothing. Sucking's over, time for fucking!"
"Yeah! Let's go for it, fella!"
Moving as if each were a reflection of the other, Brad and Pete wheeled around above their swapped wives. Helen and Ann reacted in kind, raising their knees to reveal their already sucked cunts between their flared thighs in the classic fucking pose.
"Put it in me!" both women cried.
Both cocks surged, making the juicy cunts they hilted squish out loud. In reaction, each wife wrapped her legs around the other's husband and pushed back as he began to fuck her.
"Oooooh," Ann cried, "I've been swinging for the last five years and have a hung husband of my own, but this is the cock my cunt's been waiting for ever since I found out what fucking is. My own brother's big, hard cock!"
"Your cunt's so tight, Sis!" Brad grunted while he rhythmically thrust. "You'd bring out the stud in almost any guy."
Pete called over to his brother-in-law as he fucked Helen alongside Brad and Ann. "Well, this little wife of yours has a cunt just as tight as any that any man could ever want to fuck. She might not be my sister, but I'll be more than glad to screw her any time."
"Mmmm, the feeling's mutual." Helen moaned, letting Pete know she was more than satisfied with her end of the bargain. "Just watch me come for you, stud!"
Helen climaxed at once, her rippling cunt tugging and hauling Pete's cock while she shuddered from head to toe. And once it was obvious how much she was coming, Ann was determined to equal Helen's performance.
"Hurry, Brad." Ann urged her brother. "Make me come for you, too!"
Brad promptly ripped open his sister's blouse and went for her big tits. Snatching them out of her bra, he wrenched them around.
"Owwwww, perfect!" Ann squealed with painful pleasure. "It's like lightning, going straight from my titties to my cunt!"
Ann came every bit as hard as Helen just had before her. So now it was the latter's turn to make sure she held her own with her sister-in-law.
"Do something to my titties, too!" Helen instructed Pete.
She wore a sweater. Then it was over her head and gone, along with her bra. Her tits were large, too. Pete went for them face-first instead of with his hands, licking until they glistened with his spit and then popping a plump nipple into his mouth.
"Don't just suck," Helen said. "Use your teeth and bite. Bite me! Bite, my tits!"
Pete gave her what she craved, clamping down on her tender tit-flesh.
"Arrgghhh!" Helen screamed. "Hurts soooo gooooood! I'm coming twice as much now as I did before!"
"Oh, don't let her get ahead of me!" Ann frantically told Brad. "Pour it on, stud!"
At this point, Brad turned his attention to a new target on his sister's body. From her tits he lowered his hands all the way below his cock in her cunt. Then he seized her ass-cheeks and yanked them apart. Next, a finger from either side pushed toward the narrow opening at the heart of her ass-crack, probing to enter.
"Yes! Damn, yes!" Ann expressed her delight that Brad had found her back door. "Do it to me down there! Finger-fuck my horny asshole at the same time your big cock's fucking my cunt!"
Brad dug right in with the pair of fingers, so he could feel his cock bumping against the thin wall separating his sister's asshole and cunt. For her part, Ann climaxed deliriously.
And reacting to her sister-in-law's surge of added orgasmic joy from getting it up the ass, Helen would settle for nothing less on her own account. "Finger-fuck my ass, too!"
"Hey, I can do something even better than that for you, if your ass can take it," he said.
"You know it can!"
"Hold on, then!"
Pete slipped his cock out of Helen's cunt. From there he aimed his cock a notch below, widening the narrow female passage by stretching the lower cheeks as widely as they would go.
"If you've got any second thoughts about all this cock where you're tightest, little lady, this is your last chance to stop me!" Pete offered Helen an opportunity to change her mind.
"Ram me! Rip me! Fuck the shit out of my ass with your monster cock!" she screamed.
"That's guaran-damned-teed!" said Pete.
His loins bucking with power, he shafted Helen's welcoming asshole with every inch of his huge cock on the first try. She whimpered with pain, then sang out in ecstasy, as she abruptly came from an assful of cock. It was even better than getting her cunt fucked.
And, continuing the pattern which had been set, Ann and Brad could only feel challenged. Neither had to say anything to the other. His cock automatically left her cunt to angle toward his sister's hairy asshole. Then Ann added a special twist of her own. Rolling over, she jumped up on all fours like a bitch in heat to take the cock where she shit from behind.
After that, Ann and Helen were so pleased with themselves that they stopped trying to top each other with their borrowed partners, coming side by side on the same wavelength from the stiff pricks fucking their asses. So now it was left to Brad and Pete to pick up on their own male rivalry--that is, which husband could shoot his wad first up the ass of the other's wife.
Nothing was said, but the macho race to see who'd come first was clearly in progress between Brad and Pete. Faster and faster the brother-in-laws pistoned their cocks. Their pace was relentless. No man could stand that much friction for long without creamy, spurting results.
Then, finally, Brad crowed, "I'm there! God, am I gonna shoot it! What a load!"
"Can't beat mine!" Pete replied.
Neither Brad nor Pete won the race to the finish line. But there was no loser either because in the same instant each buried cock erupted at the depths of the other man's ass-fucked wife.
"Oh, my God, I'm swamped!" Ann happily reported about her assful of jizz.
"Drowned is more like it if your asshole's anything like mine!" Helen expressed her delight. "He's still coming and I'm already leaking."
"Ahhh, same here. I'm gonna be such a mess after this is over."
"Me, mmmmm, too. But why does it have to be over until we clean each other up?"
"You mean just us two, no men?"
"If you want to."
"Then you're bi?"
"Never knew I was before, but I sure am for you. I'm just dying to suck all that cum out of your fucked ass while you do it to me."
"Talk about an offer I can't refuse."
And so Helen and Ann had agreed on an ass-reaming female sixty-nine to follow the ass-fucking they'd received from each other's husband. As for Brad and Pete, they could hardly protest. By the time their balls were drained, their cocks were totally limp, temporarily fucked out of commission. Indeed, the only chance they had to get back their hard-ons was by watching their horny wives put on a lesbian show for them.
Helen and Ann didn't let themselves or their husbands down. Curling into position with their faces buried between each other's sloppy ass-cheeks, the rim-jobs they traded were slurping poetry.
It was only a matter of time before Brad and Pete swung back into action, for within minutes, Helen and Ann had allowed themselves to be pulled apart and were getting fucked all over again by each other's husband, this time so their cunts would wind up as drenched with jizz as their assholes had already been.
Chapter 5
They'd been watching their swapping parents' nonstop sucking and fucking without exchanging a word the whole time. Then, finally, Christy broke the silence.
"Well, I've seen enough," she whispered to her cousin, David, pulling him away from the door. "Let's split."
"What for?" a puzzled David muttered. "They're still going strong."
"Then we've got a lot of catching up to do," Christy said.
"H-huh?"
"Doing it yourself's even more of a turn-on than watching. Especially when watching's got you so turned on in the first place," Christy said.
Christy remembered where her cousin's room was. She led him there along the hall.
"But what if our folks hear us?" David said when Christy closed the door behind them.
"They're too busy with their little orgy to worry about us as long as they're sure we're still at the movies," Christy assured her cousin, then looked at her watch. "We've got another hour before we're supposed to be back. Plenty of time if we don't waste it and get right down to business. Are you hard?"
"Jeez, like a rock!" David said, blinking through the lenses of his thick glasses.
"Well, let's find out how hard that is," Christy said, not expecting her short, skinny, four-eyed cousin to be hung with much, but so horny that she was more than willing to take what she could get in the way of cock.
David wore a shirt that wasn't tucked in, several sizes too big so it fell over his pants and his crotch. Now Christy lifted it. And grinning surprise, she was never so happy to be wrong.
"Well, what do we have here?" she said when she saw how her cousin's fly bulged with such unexpected promise.
She anxiously unzipped his pants. After her hopes had been raised, she wasn't disappointed. When Christy coaxed her cousin's rigid prick into the open, it proved to be every bit as huge as the rest of him was undersized.
Any other boy would have been proud to show off so much cock, however, David now apologized. "Aw, I can't do anything with you, Christy. Sorry, but it just won't work. All I know how to do is watch somebody else getting it on, then go off somewhere by myself and beat my meat."
"Say, are you trying to tell me that you're ..."
"Cherry as the day is long," David sheepishly admitted.
"With a cock like this?" Christy sighed, shaking her head.
"I've never even had a date," David said. "How can any girl find out how I'm hung if none of them will even talk to me?"
Christy thought it over for a moment then broke into a wide grin. "Well, things have a way of working out for the best. 'Cause this way I get to be your first piece of ass. And I promise you that you won't regret waiting this long. Not now that it turns out you were waiting for yours truly to take your cherry."
"Wish I could be sure of that ..."
"Leave it to me. We'll start at the beginning. With a blow-job."
Christy knelt, stripping away her cousin's pants. Then half of his cock had been swallowed and she was hungrily sucking.
"Like it?" Christy asked after bathing five or six of her cousin's ten-plus inches with her warm spit.
David moaned. "I must be dreaming this."
"Then it'll be the wettest dream you ever had," Christy promised. "And any time you're ready, you can help yourself by eating my cunt at the same time I suck your cock."
"Is now too soon?" David drooled in anticipation of tasting his first cunt.
"Sooner the better!" Christy beckoned with a mouthful of cock.
Then she pulled her cousin down on top of her. David might have been inexperienced in terms of first-hand action, but he'd watched enough of those educational tapes featuring his swinging parents to know what to do once he had the chance in person.
He swung above Christy, his cock twisting in her mouth. Then he was staring down below her waist. She wore skin-tight jeans. He peeled them off, along with her panties. And there it was, spreading before him in hairy, juicy invitation--his first cunt.
"Eat me, eat me!" Christy urged.
"God, will I!" David declared.
His greedy mouth lowered flush against the cunt awaiting him. And into Christy's cunt-gash his long tongue snaked. Immediately, he was orally fucking her as if he'd been born going down on cunt.
Christy rewarded him by deep-throating his cock to his balls, so he could fuck her in the mouth as well. To build his confidence, she planned to come at the same time he did. She just hoped he had a quick fuse, though, because it was already tying her up in knots to wait for him. To help him, she squeezed his nuts while sucking his prick. It worked like a charm.
"Oooooh!" David cried. "Feels like I've waited my whole life for this!"
His cock had just erupted in his cousin's mouth. So, on cue, Christy unleashed her senses and her oozing cunt came in David's mouth while his jizz was gushing in hers.
They feasted on each other as if each drop were absolutely precious. And, at their age, there was no problem staying as horny as ever. When the sixty-nine ended, his cock remained rock-hard and her cunt filled the air with the scent of its reeking arousal.
"Don't have to tell you what happens next," said Christy.
Out from under David, she crawled to his bed and slithered up onto it. Then, after stripping away the rest of her clothes so she was stark naked, she spread herself out in all her glory. Under her ass, she slipped a pillow, lifting her cunt like a shrine. Down its center, the pink slice of her yawning cunt invited David's jutting cock to fuck her.
David breathlessly approached the bed. Welcoming him, Christy fingered her cunt-lips apart.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she crooned.
Up on the bed now, David knelt before her with his hard-on in throbbing readiness. Before he took the plunge, he closed his eyes like a scared little boy. However, when he then bucked his loins to sink to his balls into what to him was his cousin's magical hole, he delivered the shafting cock-thrust of a first-class stud.
"Ooooh, I can tell already," Christy squealed upon impact, "that you're gonna fuck me just perfect!"
"Wish I could believe that," David said.
"Then your wish is about to come true," Christy said. "And do I mean cummmmm!" Without delay, she willed herself to climax for David's benefit, knowing from her previous experiences with her other cousin, brother and uncle that nothing got a guy off to a better start than a female orgasm. Sure enough, David couldn't help being impressed by how quickly she'd come for him.
His eyes widening back open, he gulped. "I-I made you do that ... already?"
"It's as easy as rolling off a log for a girl to come right away when she has a cuntful of this much cock," Christy honestly replied. "Now the trick is for you to keep it happening for me."
"Wh-what else should I do? That is, besides fucking you?" David nervously asked, so anxious to please but so lacking in experience.
"Use your hands. Feel me," urged Christy. David automatically reached for her tits. "Thatta boy. Go for my titties," Christy said. David took her tits and squeezed the first set of tits he'd ever touched in the flesh.
"Harder than that," Christy said. "Make them hurt. That way I'll feel it down in my cunt and come again for you."
David did even better than his cousin expected. Now he seized her tender nipples between his thumbs and fingers with more force.
"Oh, yes!" Christy praised his approach. "That's super. Pinch me, pinch my titties!"
David increased his wrenching pressure.
"Hurts sooooo gooooood!" Christy said. "Going straight from my titties to my cunt!"
Grinding her crotch against David's so his prick corkscrewed in her cunt while he pinched her tits, Christy climaxed twice as hard as before.
"Now," she said, "for your next lesson in how to keep a girl coming while you fuck her."
"Just name it."
"Use your mouth on my titties next."
With Christy's mauled tits before him, David lowered his drooling mouth to one of her swollen nipples.
"Fantastic," she moaned. "Suck me, suck me while you fuck me."
David's suction drew Christy's nipple almost to his throat.
"Ooooh, that's the way. Suck me hard. Suck the blood right out of my tit. Harder you suck me while you fuck me, harder I'll keep coming!"
Then, with a delighted shriek, Christy was soaring to new orgasmic heights. In the midst of it, her cousin shifted his mouth to her other breast and put pressure on her second nipple.
As well as he was doing on her tits, though, Christy wasn't about to let David stop there. Getting her nipples pinched and squeezed wasn't all that Christy had scheduled for her cherry cousin's sex education. There was still another part of her body that was wired directly to her cunt to which David had not yet been introduced.
"Do my ass now," she said to her cousin.
David's hands slid down, the curves of Christy's body to clasp the cheeks of her ass. When he reached inside her crack, his fingers got tangled in the wispy hair there. By accident he tugged it, causing Christy to jerk.
"Sorry," he said.
"Mmmmm, don't be!" Christy murmured. "Anything that hurts is just the way I like it. Give me more of the same."
"You sure?" asked David.
"It's an order!"
So this time when David pulled the hair in the crack of his cousin's ass, he did it on purpose and much harder than before. Christy could feel the roots yanking at her asshole. The sharp pain went like a knife up the narrow tunnel, then stabbed from there to the core of her cunt. At once she was having a fresh orgasm from the exquisite ache.
"Now give me a finger," Christy panted, "straight up my horny asshole."
David gave her two, the middle one from each hand, her asshole eagerly yielding to take them both.
"Can you feel your cock in my cunt with your fingers at the same time you're digging into my ass?" Christy asked.
"You bet!"
"Must be a kick, huh? Almost like jacking yourself off through my ass at the same time your cock's fucking my cunt."
"You bet!" repeated David.
"Something like that ought to get a guy awful close to shooting his wad, right?"
David nodded.
"How close?"
"So I can almost taste my own jizz."
"Then let me have it, stud! Come in my cunt!"
"Oooooh, yeah," David cried, "you got it!"
His cock gushed at the depths of his cousin's cunt. At the same time he rhythmically probed a notch away, finger-fucking Christy's asshole while his cum flooded her cunt.
"What a beautiful load!" Christy said. "Such hot jizz! And so, so much! Just hope there's a whole lot more for me where that came from."
"Dunno about that," David sheepishly answered, his cock now slowing to a dribble. "Your cunt took even more jizz than I thought I had to give. Dunno how soon I can get hard again after finally losing my cherry like this."
"No problem," Christy said. "I know exactly how to put the bone back in your cock. Just pull out and leave the rest to me."
David's sticky prick slithered at less than half-mast from his cousin's cunt. His fingers left her asshole as well. The first opening slobbered with jizz which leaked down the crack Christy's ass.
"Ahhhh, nothing creamier than a fresh load of jizz," Christy sighed.
She smeared it all over her cunt and ass and between her spread asshole from clit to shit-pit. David told her that she was even more beautiful.
"I get even better," boasted Christy. "Too beautiful just to look at. You'll have to fuck me all over again--this time where I'm tightest."
Then Christy left nothing further to the imagination. Digging her nails to get a grip on her slippery ass-cheeks, she yanked them apart and showcased the fuckability of her other hole.
"Yes, my ass!" she declared. "As soon as your cock's hard again, I want it straight up my horny asshole."
"Jeez, never thought anything could turn me on as much as your cunt did. Not this soon, anyway." David said. "But, hard again? Yeah, my cock's harder than ever to fuck you where you shit!"
"Then put that big, hard cock back to work, stud!" Christy said. "Butt-fuck me like you're trying to split me in two!"
Then Christy threw her legs back. Her ass-cheeks flared, the hairy crack yawned, and the targeted opening throbbed like a miniature cunt in striking contrast with her cousin's massive cock.
As he took aim, David said he just hoped he wouldn't hurt Christy too much. She told him not to worry. If he held anything back, she'd never forgive him.
David took a deep breath, and the waiting was over. Lubed with its own leftover cum and Christy's juice from her fucked cunt, his cock lurched with slick momentum. At the same time, Christy pushed back. The result was every inch David was hung with fucking ass to the hilt on the first cock-thrust.
"Mmmm, getting a prick up my ass is the dirtiest way to fuck I know," Christy said. "And here's why."
As she climaxed,, her orgasmic shit seeped around the length of her cousin's buried hard-on.
"Can you feel it," she said. "I'm coming and shitting ... shitting and coming!"
David could not only feel it, he took full advantage of it. His cock began pumping in and out in the slippery tunnel of Christy's shitty asshole. In turn, she met his surges by grinding her ass-cheeks flush against his crotch.
"I'm coming even harder than I did when you fucked my cunt!" Christy breathlessly gasped. "But that doesn't mean I don't want more ... more ... please, more!"
By now David had become an expert stud. He'd balled his cousin's cunt, and he'd also finger-fucked her ass. At this point it was only logical for him to reverse the order. So adding to his cock up Christy's ass, he treated her to a cuntful of digging fingers.
She, however, wanted him to go even further than that, crying, "Give me your whole hand in my cunt!"
Without hesitation, David forced in the rest of his fingers until he was in her cunt to his wrist. But, still, Christy was not satisfied.
"Make a fist!" she recklessly squealed. "Fist-fuck my cunt at the same time your big cock's fucking my ass!"
David's knuckles bunched on cue in Christy's stretching cunt. Through its thin wall they rubbed against his cock in her ass.
"Damn, if you think I came a lot before, just wait'll I shoot it this time!" David soon said.
"And I can't wait to find out how much that is!" Christy said.
To trigger her cousin's eruption, she locked her legs over his shoulders and rocked him on top of her. His fist in her cunt and cock up her ass traded repeated thrusts, rubbing relentlessly as they moved in opposite directions.
"Come, come, come!" Christy demanded.
David groaned like a wounded animal as he put everything he had into a final cock-thrust. It was so powerful that it forced his hand to pop out of Christy's cunt. But she didn't mind the abrupt end of the fist-fuck because with equal suddenness her cousin's jizz swamped her ass in a scalding torrent.
"Your cum's like fire!" Christy yelped. "Burning me up inside! Never had such a hot fuck!"
In her ecstasy, it was the loudest Christy had sounded off yet. And as his cock pumped its molten cream into her shit-pit, David didn't keep his outbursts of raw pleasure down either. Even though the door was closed and their parents were half a house away, the sounds of the cousins' incestuous passion had now escaped their own private realm, and was overheard ...
Chapter 6
"What's that?" Helen Conway asked with alarm.
She'd just jerked away from her sister-in-law's sloppy cunt, she and Ann in a sixty-nine after getting their cunts fucked full of jizz by each other's husband. Nor was Helen the only one who'd picked up on the sounds carrying from another part of the house.
"What time is it? Is that movie already out?" Brad Conway gulped, wondering about the kids.
Pete nervously looked at the clock. "No, David and Christy aren't due back yet." But then he took a deep breath. "Unless they left the show early."
"Well, if it is them, they haven't caught us yet," Brad said, gasping like a drowning man who'd just sighted something to grab onto before he went down for the last time. "We've still got time to get dressed before they walk in on us."
Three sets of darting eyes then frantically searched for clothing. But Ann just chuckled at the panic of her husband and in-laws.
"Damn, Ann, this is a helluva time to start acting cute!" Pete snapped at his amused wife.
"Relax," Ann told the others. "If it is the kids, this just might be the best thing that could've happened."
She got to her feet, but showed no interest in finding her clothes. Then, the others watching with suspense, she walked across the room toward the door.
"If I'm not back in a few minutes, come looking for me," Ann saucily called over her shoulder.
Then she was gone, leaving Pete, Brad and Helen to trade puzzled glances with one another. And yet there was a certain something about the tone Ann had set so that none of those she'd left behind got dressed, after all.
* * *
After David had come, Christy was eager to show off to her cousin just how fucked her ass was. As she bobbed up to pose on all fours with her rear cheeks spread, her swollen asshole trickled jizz into the groove of her cunt.
"I'm such a mess." She then giggled over her shoulder. "Bet your cock is, too, after being up my shitty ass. So what do you say, David, why don't we clean each other off ... before we get back from the, uh, movies."
David checked the clock. It was on the wall by the door. And, suddenly, time had run out.
"Oh, Jesus," David gasped under his breath, as the door was nudged ajar from the other side, "we're fucked!"
"Mmmm, are we," Christy dreamily sighed, not knowing what her cousin actually meant.
"More than you think," David said, before the door swung all the way open and he was face to face with his mother.
His naked mother.
Ann looked the scene over. Even more surprising than her bare body was what she now said. "My, my, this is even better than I expected."
Now Christy knew that she and David were not alone, having wheeled around on her hands and knees. However, seeing that her aunt was nude and hearing her first words, she sensed at once that the evening was just beginning. There was no reason, Christy realized, not to be bold.
"David and I got the idea of getting it on together from watching you and Uncle Pete swinging with my mom and dad," Christy bluntly said to her Aunt Ann. "Whole lot more fun than any movie."
"It's about time David met the right girl," Ann said with an approving smile. "I was beginning to wonder if he ever would. Such a shame, too, when he's so hung. Hate to think about my boy wasting such a big cock by just jacking off."
David blushed because of his mother's salty language, and the way she underscored it with her eyes on his crotch.
"Of course, I've taken my peeks at the dear boy playing with himself and wished I could help him out," Ann said to her niece. "But, maybe I'm old-fashioned, I just thought that a girl his own age would make his first piece of ass easier for him than trying to do something about it on my own. Was I right?"
"He did just perfect, Aunt Ann!" Christy assured her father's sister about David. "David fucked me in the mouth, cunt and ass, with more cum each time."
"Oh, yes, I saw how much your cute, little ass had just been fucked when I walked in," Ann said. "Just dripping with my boy's cum ..."
Christy sensed what her aunt was getting at and beat her to it. "Want to see how fucked my ass is again, Aunt Ann?"
"Mmm-hmmmmm ..."
Christy swung back around on all fours the way she'd been when the door had opened, showing off her shit-pit as it slobbered with fresh jizz.
And feasting her eyes, Ann said, "My David was going to eat you there before I walked in, wasn't he?"
"I had him nibbling. But I think he'd be too shy to go through with it now that his mother's watching."
Ann responded exactly as Christy had guessed she would. "But you'd still like a nice reaming, wouldn't you, my dear?"
"What do you think, Aunt Ann?"
"That I can't keep my tongue out of your beautifully fucked asshole a minute longer!"
That said, Ann joined her niece on the bed. Her face was quickly burrowing between Christy's ass-cheeks. Then her tongue pushed into the freshly fucked hole as she began giving her brother's daughter a hungry rim-job.
So her aunt was bi, Christy now knew for sure. But even more important, with a female tongue now snaking up her ass, she recognized she also went both ways. "Oooooh, I want something to suck, too!" Christy slurped with anticipation.
"Go for it, girl!" her aunt said.
Christy rolled over from her hands and knees onto her back. Then her aunt swung around above her, straddling her head. Christy looked up into somebody else's cunt for the first time. She'd never been hungrier for anything in her life which she proved when her aunt sat on her face and she started eating cunt while her own asshole was reamed.
Then there was David. As his mother and cousin went down on each other, he lingered beside the bed with no idea what to do. No idea, that is, until he felt the hot blood rushing to his lurching cock and glanced down at his revived hard-on.
"Jeez, I've gotta fuck something, that's all there is to it," he panted. "Except Mom and Christy have got each other. Damned dykes. Turns me on without any place to plug in."
He thought about jacking off while he watched them, but it seemed like such a defeat after he'd finally lost his cherry. Maybe if he waited until they were through with each other they'd take him on for a threesome. But, in the meantime, what was he supposed to do with himself?
* * *
"It's been five minutes," Helen Conway said to her husband and Pete. "Five minutes and no Ann. Shouldn't we do something?"
"Maybe we ought to give her more time," Brad Conway warily suggested, with his brother-in-law nodding in halting agreement.
"Men," Helen snorted. "Wait here, then. Give yourselves another five minutes, and if I'm not back come looking for both me and Ann."
She left. Her search took her down the hall as she followed the increasing volume of the moaning she heard. Then she had reached its source and stood wide-eyed in the doorway.
"Oh, my God," Helen whispered.
On the squeaking bed were her naked daughter and sister-in-law, eating each other out like lesbians. But then something else attracted Helen's attention even more. There, watching Christy and Ann sixty-nine, was the latter's son, Helen's nephew David, with a hard-on as huge as any woman could hope to see.
Helen couldn't resist, clearing her throat to catch David's attention. He turned pale when he saw her standing there.
She was too far gone to mince words. "Forget about Christy and your mom for now, young man. I want that big cock of yours for myself!"
David stood there paralyzed as his aunt closed the distance between them. Then she was on her knees before him, in the classic position to give a blow-job.
"Fuck my mouth!" she commanded.
David's cock seemed to buck on its own. The next thing he knew his cock was all the way down his aunt's throat and being greedily sucked.
Helen didn't stop there, though. She took her nephew's hands and put them on her head so he could guide her suction. Then she helped him further by clutching his ass-cheeks to pull his crotch even tighter against her face. It worked. David's loins began to roll as he automatically jogged Helen's head to the tempo of his cock-thrusts.
Helen still wanted more, however. Getting her mouth fucked was just half of it as far as she was concerned. She also craved a cuntful of her nephew's tongue along with a throatful of his teenaged cock.
When he was sprawled with her on the floor, she coaxed him with the magic number.
"Sixty-nine ... eat my cunt while I suck your prick!"
David's instincts took over. He swiveled around. Then his face was buried in his aunt's awaiting cunt while she went back to deep-throating his young cock in earnest.
And over on the bed, Christy and Ann were now well aware that they were no longer the only ones eating each other out. They couldn't have approved more. Christy, though, did have one area of concern.
"What about my dad and Uncle Pete?" she asked her aunt. "Why aren't they here, getting it on with the rest of us?"
"Don't worry about them, it's only a matter of time before they show up and jump in. They're men, aren't they? And that's when we've really got an orgy on our hands. Are you ready for that?"
"Mmmm!" Christy expressed her eagerness for full-scale family sucking and fucking. "I can't wait!"
"Oh, my God!" gasped somebody else at the door, just at that moment.
"Hi, Uncle Pete!" Christy cheerfully greeted him, glancing from between her aunt's legs. "Where's my dad?"
"Still back in the den. But he'll come looking if I don't come back," Pete muttered, awestruck by the roomful of sex.
"Then why don't you jump on board," Ann said, "and help us really give Brad something special to walk in on that he'll never forget?"
"But it looks like everybody here's already, uh, pretty busy," Pete haltingly said.
"Well, maybe my mom and David have their own thing going," Christy said, then beckoned her uncle, "but as far as Aunt Ann and I are concerned, the more the merrier."
Ann was even blunter. "Fuck her, Pete! I'll suck your balls while your cock's in her lovely, young cunt."
When Pete heard the offer, his cock stiffened at a forty-five-degree angle up from his crotch. Then he lurched onto the bed to join his wife and niece. Ann gave him room to get at Christy, who, in turn, raised her knees and spread her thighs in the basic fucking position.
"Oh, yes, I want that beautiful, big cock in my cunt right away," Christy said to her hung uncle. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Pete took a deep whiff of the sharp scent from his niece's waiting cunt while training his prick on it. Then he fell forward between Christy's clutching thighs as he pulled his rigid cock deep within her.
"Oh, you two are absolutely priceless together," Ann sighed as she looked on. "Pete, in all the time we've been swinging, I've never seen you fuck anybody whose cunt's so right for your cock."
Then Ann ended her brief period of only watching and leaned into the action to make her contribution. She took a mouthful of Pete's hairy balls, sucking them while her husband's cock fucked their niece's cunt.
"Mmmm," Christy moaned, as the centerpiece of the threesome, "what you're doing to Uncle Pete's balls, Aunt Ann, just makes him fuck me all the better. I'm gonna come already from his big, hard cock in my cunt."
True to her word, Christy climaxed at once. And, as usual, having started to come she didn't want to stop.
"Now my titties," she panted. "Do something wonderful to my titties to go along with the cock in my cunt."
Her aunt's hands caressed the sensual pillows of her tit-flesh.
Responding to the slender fingers, Christy said, "It's perfect, Aunt Ann. Bet your own titties are the same as mine. Treat them right and it goes straight to your cunt. So you must know exactly what to do to my titties."
Ann promptly squeezed. She had long nails, which pricked the tender flesh. The pain was just right. Christy shuddered from what her aunt did to her tits with her cuntful of her uncle's hard-on.
"Keep it happening, both of you, on my tits and in my cunt," she said. "If you do, guaranteed that I won't stop coming."
Her uncle and aunt weren't out to let her down. Christy was in seventh heaven. Her senses lifted constantly higher as she floated, then soared on the orgasmic wave.
However, Christy wasn't the only one with a cunt between her legs in the Conway family who was coming nonstop. For, writhing on the floor with David, her mother was also on an incestuous high. Aunt and nephew had moved on from their sixty-nine and were fucking now. Doggie-style. Helen Conway knelt like a bitch in heat while David's huge teenaged prick drove repeatedly into her grateful cunt from the rear.
"Oooooh," Helen moaned to her hung nephew, "where'd you learn to fuck soooo gooooood?"
"Christy taught me," David said as he pumped his cock. "I was still cherry when she gave me my first piece of ass."
"Then God love her for it," Helen sighed. "'Cause she sure turned you into some helluva stud."
Then Helen looked toward the bed where her daughter was now in a naked tangle with David's parents.
"And she's still keeping up the good work," Helen said with pride, as Christy got it on with Ann and Pete. "Her father's just got to see this--her and me. Oh, Brad, wherever you are, you're missing plenty."
And Helen was promptly answered. "I'm right here as of now. Not missing anything anymore."
"Then prove it." Helen dared her husband as he stood there in the doorway.
"Don't worry, Helen." Brad chuckled. "I won't embarrass you. I may be last, but I won't be least."
Then Brad Conway stepped around his fucking wife and nephew on his way to the bed. And by this point he sported a jutting hard-on that was second to none.
"Gee, Daddy," Christy said. "I'm so glad you're finally here. It's just not a whole orgy without you. There's just gotta be someplace for your beautiful, big cock."
"I know. Already have it picked out," Brad said, stroking his rigid cock in anticipation. "Just the right spot for me to fuck."
"Who? Where?" Christy anxiously asked.
"Why don't you try and guess, baby?"
"Oh, Daddy, I hope I'm right!" Christy excitedly squealed. "Just hope Aunt Ann and Uncle Pete'll go along."
"No problem." Ann chimed in at this point, letting the balls ooze from her mouth so she could speak. "Leave it to me. Pete'll do whatever I tell him. He wants the best for you, baby, same as everybody else. And we all know that this is as much cock as you can get. Your uncle's in your cunt and your dad's up your ass."
There was no argument from Christy or anyone else about that. So, the stage set, Ann told her husband to get set for his role. This meant that Pete would now shift positions with his niece. They rolled over, with Christy winding up on all fours to straddle him as he now lay beneath her with about half his cock still in her cunt.
Next, Ann said to her brother, "Like what you see Brad?"
"Couldn't be sweeter," Brad said while he looked at his daughter's ass.
"Hurry, Daddy, hurry and get started," urged Christy over her shoulder. "Uncle Pete's cock in my cunt's not enough for me anymore. Need you in my ass as fast as you can start doing it to me."
Brad lined up at the rear of the action on the bed. He took the half-moons of his daughter's girlish ass and spread them apart, exposing her asshole in all its glory. It was swollen to a throbbing pucker because of Pete's cock in her cunt a notch away, seeming to beg for a cock of its own on which to lavish its special tightness. However, before he fucked it, Brad couldn't resist something else first.
"Can't help it," he sighed. "Something this sweet, just gotta take a little taste before I do another thing."
Abruptly, Brad had wedged his face between his daughter's ass-cheeks. Then his tongue was like a snake, squirming into the narrow passage of Christy's asshole.
"Ooooh, Daddy." Christy moaned with approval. "That feels so good. Might not have your cock up my ass yet to go along with Uncle Pete's in my cunt, but I'm gonna come anyway. Nothing like getting reamed out where she shits to warm up a girl even better than she was already."
While her cunt dribbled fresh juice onto her uncle's cock and balls, Christy farted in her father's mouth. Brad feasted on the windy perfume with sucking gulps. And when he finally had to break for air, his impatient hard-on was more than ready to replace his tongue.
"Well, this is it," Brad said, setting his hips for a cock-thrust. Then he turned toward Ann and asked, "How about you, Sis? You gonna just watch me and Pete fuck Christy's ass and cunt ... or what?"
"Let's just say that your darling daughter can handle as much as we give her. Doesn't stop with only cocks," Ann slyly answered, then rubbed her own cunt.
Brad knowingly nodded, realizing that his sister planned to get as much out of Christy as either himself or Pete. Once he'd plugged into that teenaged ass he could expect to find out for sure how Ann would claim her share of his little girl.
Brad took his turn now. Invitingly stretched and lubed by his tongue and spit from his rim-job, Christy's asshole awaited his prick. He bucked his crotch and jammed it. His brother-in-law cooperated by giving way enough in her cunt so Brad sank balls-deep into Christy's asshole.
"You boys make sure you take turns." A smirking Ann advised, still not making her own move. "You both can't fuck her with your whole cock at the same time when she's getting it in her ass and cunt from the two of you. Gotta be back and forth."
Brad took his sister's advice, giving his brother-in-law room in Christy's cunt by withdrawing his own cock halfway from her asshole. Pete surged from below in response, impaling his niece's cunt on his hard-on's hilting spike.
"That's right. Keep it up," Ann said, encouraging the teamwork between her cunt-fucking husband and butt-fucking brother. "Back and forth ... in and out ... fuck Christy together."
The cocks exchanged thrusts, again on Ann's cue. Christy moaned in appreciation.
"Don't do anything different than you are now," Ann told Brad and Pete. "You're fucking Christy's ass and cunt just right ..."
Ann paused to chuckle.
"And now that you guys are in the groove, I'm gonna make it absolutely perfect for the bi little bitch."
Ann immediately plopped down on her ass in front of her niece with her legs spread, the pushed her hairy cunt into Christy's face. It couldn't have been more welcome. Christy began eating her aunt's cunt with the same enthusiasm she had for getting fucked in the ass and cunt by her dad and uncle.
And, meanwhile, down on the floor, Christy's mom and cousin David were still busily fucking way with their own brand of incestuous magic. The bedroom was an echo chamber of family lust, as everybody involved moaned and groaned with raw pleasure. What's more, the orgy was just beginning. Before the last drops of jizz and cunt-juice were spilled, the many combinations of sucking and fucking with six bodies available would all be tried by Christy, her parents, her aunt, uncle and cousin.
Chapter 7
After their good-byes to Ann, Pete and David, the Conways were back on the highway to resume their trip across the country. And, of course, after what had happened, there was no way things could ever be the same between Christy and her parents.
Helen Conway was completely frank. "I was so proud of you, darling. When I was your age, I wouldn't have known what to do in a roomful of so many cocks and cunts." Then, Helen sighed, "And I'd thought you were still a virgin."
"But I was, Mom," Christy said. "I was still cherry when we started out on this vacation."
"Mmmm, then you just have to tell me all about how you lost it."
"It was Jake, he fucked me first." Christy named her country cousin. "Out in the woods. He was cherry, too."
"Oh, how sweet. Two kids teaching each other how," Helen Conway said. "Does Jake have a big cock?"
"Just about as big as Denny's." Christy pointedly mentioned her brother, making it clear how she'd followed up losing her cherry on the next stop of the trip.
"Good Lord, how'd that ever happen?" Helen gulped, as it registered with her that her children had fucked.
Christy explained how one thing had led to another with her brother that night while everyone else had been sleeping. She described how before it was over she'd taken Denny's cock and cum in her mouth, cunt and ass. Her excited mom hung on every word. However, her dad kept his eyes trained straight ahead on the road while he drove with no apparent reaction to Christy's recent adventures.
By the time she'd finished telling about fucking her brother, Christy couldn't help noticing that her father seemed out of sorts. She started to say something to him, but her mother wouldn't let her change the subject.
"Now who was next, honey? I know there was somebody," Helen Conway said. "No, wait, don't tell me after all. Let me see if I can guess."
While the gears in her mom's mind seemed to click aloud, Christy glanced again at her expressionless dad. Unlike with her mom, she hadn't a clue what he was thinking.
Then her mother said, "I've got it! It can't be anybody else. That night when we all went out to dinner, then you stayed over at your Uncle Arnie's apartment. He must have fucked you!"
Christy nodded. And her gushing mother immediately wanted to know every detail.
"I've always wondered about what fucking Arnie'd be like," Helen said. "Guess every sister does about her own brother. Especially when he's so good looking. Women have always been after him. If I've never tried his cock on for size myself, at least my little girl has and can tell me what it's like."
Christy supposed she might as well tell her mom what she wanted to hear, even though she was increasingly concerned about her silent dad. She'd spotted the twitching muscle on the side of his face, a sure sign that he was upset about something. Whatever it was, it was bound to surface sooner or later. That twitching muscle was like a fuse, Christy knew from experience, a short fuse.
Meanwhile, her mom impatiently said; "Well, I'm waiting to hear everything. All about you and Arnie. Did you suck his cock before he fucked you? Did he eat your cunt?"
And now Brad Conway's fuse had burned all the way down, as he abruptly exploded. "Enough! That's it! Enough's enough! For God's sake, you should hear yourselves. How do you think it makes me feel listening to my own wife and daughter talking about other men's cocks like I'm not even here?"
Christy was shaken by her father's outburst, but her mother was sassier than ever.
"Oh, how cute." Helen giggled. "Your father's jealous, Christy. Isn't that just like a man? All the screwing he did at Ann and Pete's, and now he gets uptight because we're talking about cocks."
Caught in the middle between her seething dad and taunting mom, Christy tried to think of some way to calm the air. Then it occurred to her what might work.
"Daddy's right," she said to her mother, making sure she winked so the latter could tell she had something up her sleeve. "Let's change the subject. Talk about something that Daddy can tell us about from a guy's point of view. Like, well ... cunt."
Brad Conway was caught off-balance, not knowing how to answer at first. A wrong word at this point and he'd probably go into a shell, but his sharp-tongued wife had enough sense to keep her mouth shut and let their daughter do the talking.
"You fucked us all, Daddy, when we were swinging together," Christy soothingly stated. "Me, Aunt Ann--even Mom. So who was best? Which one of us gave you the best piece of ass? No shit, Daddy, I really wanna know."
There was a pause as Brad looked straight ahead at the road again while he drove, the car picking up speed.
"Well," he sighed, almost as if he were talking to himself, "a man's cock can't help feeling comfortable where it's most used to being--in his own wife's cunt ... then again, once he gets the chance to fuck his own sister after all these years, he's finally done something he always wanted to do. Yeah, it was damned good with Ann, that's for sure ..."
Now, taking a deep breath, Brad made eye-contact in the rear view mirror with his daughter in the back seat.
"... but, there's no doubt about it. If you're lucky enough to have one, fucking your own little girl's as good, as it gets."
"Oh, Daddy," Christy replied, "that's the sweetest thing anyone'll ever say to me."
"H-how was it for you, princess?" Brad anxiously stammered.
"As good as it gets, Daddy," Christy said. "And I can't wait for the next time."
"Wh-when?" Brad choked with anticipation.
"Do you have a hard-on for me right now, Daddy?" Christy asked.
"Hard as my cock can get, baby! What about your cunt?"
"My cunt's so hot and wet for your big, hard cock, Daddy. I'm so horny that I just can't wait for later to have you fuck me, Daddy. I want my cunt full of your cock right away. Your big, hard cock fucking my hot, wet cunt."
Then to show she meant what she said, Christy unsnapped her jeans and wriggled out of them. In the rear view mirror her father caught sight of her exposed panties which were stained at the crotch with leaking cunt-juice.
That was it for Brad Conway, fucking his daughter on the spot was what he had to do. As he stomped on the brake and twisted the steering wheel, the car screeched off the road and lurched to a halt.
Then, as Brad moved to join Christy in the back seat, his lust was interrupted by the realization that he was not, of course, alone in the car with his little girl. Invisible as she'd seemed during the last few heated moments, he now remembered that his wife was still there.
So it was up to Helen Conway what would happen next. She came through with flying colors.
"I'll drive," she generously offered.
"Thanks, Helen," her husband gratefully replied. "That's a favor I owe you."
Helen said no more, but her twinkling eyes made it clear that she planned on collecting. Then she slid behind the wheel as her husband scrambled to the rear of the car to claim his incestuous prize.
Next, the engine rumbled and Helen pulled back onto the highway to pick up speed. While she drove, she kept one eye on the road and the other on the rear view mirror where the view was a lot more interesting ...
Christy squirmed the rest of the way out of her jeans. Then she braced herself in a corner, hooking her right leg over the front seat and propping the left on the shelf by the rear window.
In turn, Brad positioned himself with one knee on the floor, the other on the seat. Hungrily licking his lips, he edged face-first toward his daughter's cunt.
"Oh, yes," Christy said, "that's the perfect way to start. With your mouth. Suck my panties right off my cunt and eat right through me."
Brad burrowed between his daughter's thighs. Then he took her panties between his teeth and yanked, biting them rather than sucking their off Christy's cunt. And once they were out of the way, his mouth sealed those teenaged cunt lips and his tongue stiffened to surge like an oral cock into that tight, young cunt-gash.
"Ooooh, Daddy, the way you're going down on my cunt, you must want a mouthful of my cum right up front." Christy squealed with pleasure. "Sure hope so, 'cause, mmmmm, you got it."
She rubbed her cunt flesh with her father's face, instantly climaxing. Brad Conway feasted on the orgasmic honey with loving slurps, funneling it down his throat with his probing tongue.
"Oh, Daddy, if we had more space, I'd suck your cock and make you come in my mouth at the same time my cunt's coming in yours," Christy said. "But, know what? In a way, I'm just as glad we're not sixty-nining. 'Cause if you don't come in my mouth, that'll save all your jizz for my cunt. That way there'll be twice as much jizz when you fuck me. Just know it's gonna be the sweetest, hottest, creamiest fuck I ever got, Daddy!"
"I'm ready to start fucking whenever you are, baby," Brad said. "Never wanted to get my cock in a cunt as much as I wanna fuck yours now."
"And I've never wanted a cuntful of anybody's cock any more than I'm horny for yours right now, Daddy!" Christy cried. "Got any special way you wanna put it into me?"
Indeed Brad did. "Over the top, baby."
He was looking toward the front of the car. Not at his wife as she drove, but at the way the backrest of the empty side beside Helen loomed up.
Christy saw what he meant and nodded in agreement. Then she squirmed out of the corner where she'd gotten her cunt eaten and moved into position to get it fucked.
She quickly draped herself over the hump of the seat. This made her ass stick up. Between its bloated cheeks, her cunt flared from the rear. Down her inner thighs juices trickled, and the musky scent of raw cunt filled the car.
"God, that's beautiful!" her father said as he lined up behind her. "If I wasn't gonna fuck your beautiful cunt, little girl, I'd still be plenty glad just to look at it and smell it."
"If that's all we could do, I'll bet I could come just from that." Christy sighed. "In fact, think I'll try to find out right now if I can. Just keep looking and smelling a little bit longer, Daddy, and I'll try and come without even being touched."
Her father agreed, then Christy gave him even more to see and sniff, reaching to clasp her ass-cheeks and stretch them as far apart as they'd go. This opened up her cunt so there was a pink tunnel between the widely spread lips. The strength of its natural perfume more than doubled, making her father dizzy as he breathed in the fumes.
"Oh, Daddy," moaned Christy, "it's even more of a turn-on than I expected. I can feel your eyes all over my cunt. Makes me so wet. Wetter 'n' wetter ..."
Her wide-open cunt dripped like a leaky faucet.
"Would it be cheating if I touched myself, even if you don't?" she asked.
"Baby, whatever you do's perfect with me," her father whispered.
"Just this much, that's all," Christy said. She found her swollen clit and flicked it. "Ahhhhh," she immediately said, "I'm commmmming!"
Her cunt didn't just drip now, it oozed with orgasmic honey. Brad Conway couldn't resist. He reached to catch some of it, then lubed his jutting cock with his sticky hand.
"Gonna fuck you with more than just my eyes now, angel," he said. "If I don't, I'll be the one who's coming on my own."
"Yes, Daddy, yes!" cried Christy. "Rip me, rip me! Fuck my cunt with every inch of your huge cock!"
Brad took aim, then rammed into the target.
His daughter's wet cunt gurgled as it took his surging hard-on to his balls. Next, Christy's ass rolled, providing corkscrewing friction between cock and cunt.
"Oh, God, just hope I don't come too soon," Brad said. "I want it to last as long as it can."
At this point, Christy stopped rolling her ass and said, "You take over, Daddy. Take hold of my ass and make me move as fast or slow as you want."
Brad took a shapely ass-cheek in each hand. He squeezed together so his daughter's cunt squeezed his cock. Then he pulled them apart, relieving the exquisite pressure long enough to hold back his rising tide of jizz for the time being.
"Oh, I know I said it was up to you, Daddy." Christy now murmured. "But could you squeeze me some more?"
Brad pushed her ass-cheeks tightly together again. He held them until his prick was on the verge of unloading in her cunt, then let go just in time to avoid shooting his wad.
"That felt sooooo goooooood!" Christy moaned. "How many more times can you do it, Daddy, before you'll absolutely have to come?"
"Whatever I do, it's not gonna be long before my jizz won't take no for an answer anymore," Brad said. "I thought I could pace myself, but your cunt's too damned fuckable for that. So I might as well go for broke in the time I have left."
Brad squeezed his daughter's ass-cheeks again the way she wanted. And then he yanked them apart more forcefully than before, with such strength that Christy also started getting off on this.
"Keep it up just like that, Daddy," she called. "Back and forth. Squeeze my ass, then pull it apart. Then squeeze some more. And pull. Squeeze 'n' pull ... yes, Daddy, pull 'n' squeeze my ass as fast as you can while you fuck my cunt!"
Brad was doing exactly as his daughter said now, making her cunt spasm around his hilted cock, sliding his cock in and out. His mounting supply of jizz was an explosion getting ready to happen.
"Oh, Daddy," Christy cried, "don't hold back anymore! I want it! I want your jizz in my cunt as bad as you have to shoot it!"
Brad squeezed his daughter's ass-cheeks together one more time. Then he put his prick into gear, pumping in the incredible tightness of Christy's vise-like cunt.
"Damn, this is gonna wreck me," Brad said. "But what a way to go!"
"Then go for it, Daddy! Now, now, now!" Christy begged her father for a cuntful of jizz. "Come, come, come!"
"God, baby, am I! Come for you harder than I come for anybody I've ever fucked!" Brad gritted his teeth and bucked his crotch with all his strength. The surging impact in Christy's cunt made her ass-cheeks quiver in her father's squeezing hands. Brad's balls also quivered, flexing at the root of his buried cock just outside of the hole he was so deeply fucking.
"Arrggghhh!" He groaned as if he were in pain. However, it was with sheer pleasure that Brad mightily came with more cream than his cock had ever gushed before.
While he swamped his daughter's cunt with spurt after spurt of liquid heat, Brad closed his eyes and let his mind go with the flow. After he'd finished coming, he planned to land on the back seat, where he'd spend the next few hours sleeping off the effects of so much of a good thing.
In the meantime, Brad clung to Christy's ass while his climaxing cock flooded her cunt. And with his eyes tightly shut, he had no way of knowing that he was no longer the only adult involved in the action ...
Steering the car with one hand, Helen Conway could no longer keep her other hand to herself. As her orgasmic daughter leaned over the seat beside her, she reached under Christy's blouse and treated herself to a sneaky feel of those flawless teenaged tits.
Christy was so busy getting fucked to the finish by her dad that she didn't know what her mom was up to until her nipples were being teased by slender female fingers. When she looked over, the grin greeting her was as sly as a fox's.
"Just a hint of what you're in for next, dearie," mother whispered to daughter, so low she couldn't be overheard.
Then Helen took back her hand and continued driving as if nothing had happened. But Christy knew her mother well enough to realize what she was after. She knew that today would definitely include sex with more than just one parent.
Chapter 8
Brad Conway was stretched out across the back seat, sleeping like a baby. Alone.
The car was parked about a half a mile from the highway, beside a dirt road. About a hundred yards away at the edge of a pasture was a shady grove of trees which would have been an ideal spot for a picnic. But Brad's wife and daughter were hungrier for something more than a picnic.
"I've wanted you, too, Mom," Christy said after their first French kiss under the trees. "Just me and you by ourselves, one on one, woman to woman."
"Well, here I am, darling. All yours."
Christy's hands went first to her mother's blouse.
"Hmmm, see you were expecting me." Christy chuckled when she saw that her bare-titted mother wasn't wearing a bra.
"Oh, suck me, honey, suck my tits," Helen urged. "Suck them the way you used to do when you were a hungry, little baby."
Without delay, Christy took one of her mother's shapely tits in her hands and tipped up the plump nipple. Then she closed her mouth over the puckered bud and started slurping.
"Know what?" mother sighed to daughter, as the latter turned on the suction. "When you were a baby, I'd always come if I let you nurse long enough. My milk'd be dribbling down your cute, little chin, and my cunt'd be drooling just the same way."
"Yummm, wish I'd known then what I know now," Christy said with a mouthful of nipple, "so I could've sucked something even sweeter than your tits."
"Better late, baby, than later," Helen replied.
"Right on!"
Now Christy knelt before her mother, lowering her attention to crotch-level. Since it was a summer day, Helen had on khaki shorts. Christy stripped them away.
"You have such a beautiful cunt-bush, Mom," Christy murmured, nuzzling her face against her mother's hairy cunt. Then she playfully snaked her tongue in the next place down. "And a real hairy ass, too."
"Ooooh, lick me some more, baby," mother begged daughter. "Lick all over both my cunt and ass."
"Only under one condition."
"Hope it's what I think it is."
"Better believe it, Mom!"
"Can't wait!"
Mother and daughter then took each other to the ground. Christy was on top. She straddled her mother's head with her thighs, while facing down on the hairy cunt.
From below, Helen quickly stripped her daughter's loins as bare as her own. Christy reacted by sitting on her mother's face, while simultaneously lowering her own face cuntward.
They put their tongues to work at both ends of the lesbian sixty-nine. To begin with, each orally probed the other's cunt. This was enough for a shared orgasm, the gulping sounds of cum being swallowed filling the country air.
Then Christy made the next move. Her tongue went from cunt to asshole and she was giving her mother a rim-job. Helen responded in kind to ream back as good as she got.
Quickly, mother and daughter were coming again. This time with their tongues in each other's asshole. Instead of cunt-juice, the result was orgasmic farting.
Greedily, they breathed in each other's erotic fumes. Nothing, they were making it clear, was too dirty for them. But, in case there was still any doubt, when Christy bobbed up for air, she didn't mince words about her kinky desires.
"If I suck your cunt again, Mom," she shamelessly asked, "will you piss in my mouth?"
"Only under one condition."
"You got it, Mom!" Christy agreed, knowing exactly what her mother meant.
So then mouths were sealing cunts again. As each writhed from the other's expert suction, mother and daughter strained from within.
It happened for them together. From each of their cunts gushed liquid gold. It was thirstily swallowed at either end of the sixty-nine as fast as it spurted. Every drop from both cunts was consumed. Then the suction continued, this time after fresh batches of cum.
Within seconds after they'd given each other a bellyful of piss, mother and daughter were topping it off with a pair of juicy climaxes.
"Oooooh," Helen sighed when it was over, "I can't decide which was sweetest. Your cunt, your ass ... your piss, your cum."
"I know what'd be sweetest of all, Mom," Christy confidently answered. "You've just got to let me try it."
"You know I couldn't say no to anything you wanted to do to me, baby."
"Then close your eyes, Mom," Christy said. "I'll want to surprise you."
"Just hurry, sweetheart. The suspense is already killing me."
Christy scampered to the car. There, she made sure not to awaken her sleeping father as she got what she was after from its hiding place. Then she was on her way back to the action in the highest spirits. For she knew for sure that she was about to blow her mother's mind with the ten thick inches of pure magic she had in her possession.
"Can I look yet?" Helen anxiously called when she heard the approach of returning footsteps.
"Just a little bit longer," Christy answered. "I want to be absolutely ready for you, Mom."
Then, in the nude, Christy swiftly strapped the device she'd brought back from the car around her loins. The fit was perfect, as she admired the striking result.
"Oh, Mom, you'd better watch out now." She giggled.
"Does that mean I can finally look?"
"At your own risk."
Helen Conway opened her eyes. And at once she was blinking with disbelief.
"I'm seeing things," Helen stammered.
"Seeing is believing, Mom," teased Christy, closing the distance between them to stand directly over her mother so the jutting shadow from her crotch fell across Helen's face. "Go for it, Mom."
As if in a trance, Helen knelt. Her mouth hung open. Christy immediately filled it with a deep-throating thrust.
"Suck, suck, suck." Christy coaxed her mother. "Suck my cock!"
Cock, indeed. Or at least the next best thing to a flesh and blood hard-on. As close as any girl could get to being hung like a man. For what Christy had harnessed to her loins, what she made her mother suck, was a dildo.
"Oh, baby, its as big and thick as the real thing. Swear it even tastes like it, too," Helen Conway said. "Where'd you ever get such a thing?"
"Aunt Ann gave it to me just before we left. She said that after what you and I showed her during the orgy, she figured we're bi enough to put a dildo to good use during the rest of our trip."
"And, ooooh, what a trip!" Helen said with expectation, rubbing her cunt as she hornily eyed the female hard-on. "My own daughter fucking me. My own mother-fucking little girl giving me a cuntful of her big, stiff cock!"
Helen fell back on her ass, raising her knees and parting her thighs so her cunt-lips yawned in invitation. Then Christy lined up into position, aiming the dildo at the targeted cunt the way a man would with his real prick.
"Oh, talk dirty to me some just before you put it in," Helen said, prior to the moment of truth. "Get me even hotter to get fucked."
"Okay, bitch, how's this sound? You're in for one helluva ramming. Gonna fuck your cunt with so much ramming cock that even a whore like you will feel like you're cherry all over again."
Christy bucked her crotch and drove the dildo into her mother's cunt. And, as she did, she discovered a bonus about lesbian fucking. She learned to hilt a dildo into somebody else's cunt.
"Ooooh," mother and daughter moaned together upon impact, "feels sooo gooooood!"
"Then you're getting fucked, too?" Helen asked when she realized Christy was in as much ecstasy as herself.
"Just push back and wiggle your ass, Mom," Christy answered, "and you'll find out."
Wrapping her legs around her daughter, Helen pushed and wiggled from below. And, with the dildo buried in her own cunt, she couldn't help receiving the telltale vibrations being generated through the dildo by her daughter's cunt.
"My end of the cock rubs right against my clit when we fuck," Christy said. Then she teased. "Better watch out, Mom, or I just might come before you do."
"We'll find out about that quick enough."
Then, in friendly competition, mother and daughter each bore down to try and come ahead of the other. In the process, the dildo they shared stabbed to the depths of Helen's cunt while its thick base simultaneously applied relentless pressure on Christy's swollen clit.
It was a draw. Both sudden winners, Helen and Christy Conway climaxed wonderfully together at the same glorious instant.
"Mmmm, so glad neither of us had to lose," Helen said as she and Christy clung to each other. "It's like coming twice as hard for me when both of us come together."
"Yeah, same way for me, Mom. Let's do it again. Only this time you be on top."
Helen didn't have to be asked twice. Rearing up from the ground, she rolled her daughter and herself over to bob up astride Christy's crotch. In the process the dildo had slipped out of Helen's cunt, but she had a stylish plan for putting it back in.
"Can you make it stick straight up, baby?" she asked her daughter.
At present, the dildo slanted at about a forty-five-degree angle. But then Christy flexed her crotch and her fake cock jumped up at a towering right angle.
"Perfect. Just hold it like that," Helen said while kneeling. Then, after briefly fingering apart the rim of her cunt-gash, she eased down just enough to nudge the dildo's cock-head into her and let her cunt-lips make a seal.
"That's super, Mom," Christy said. "Sit on it with your cunt. Sit on my cock!"
Rather than taking the rest of the dildo all at once, Helen gradually inched it into her dripping cunt.
"Ahhhh," Christy groaned, "every little bit more of the cock that goes in your cunt makes the other end press a little bit more against my clit. It's really starting to get my juices flowing all over again."
"Mmm-hmmmm," Helen agreed, reaching down below the base of the dildo to rub the hairy stickiness of her daughter's cunt.
This was all the invitation Christy needed to rub her mother back. Then, after moistening her hand with leaking cunt-juice, she couldn't resist exploring further. Quickly, she was giving her mother's asshole a slippery finger-fuck.
Now it was Helen's turn to answer in kind. She also began fingering ass. And as mother and daughter added backdoor sex to the action, the dildo continued to enter Helen's cunt at one end and pressure Christy's clit at the other.
"Just keeps getting better for us, huh, Mom?" Christy sighed.
"But there's always room for improvement," Helen said. "Especially when both of us still have a hand free."
Then Helen put her free hand to a satisfying use. She stroked her own tits, particularly the stiff nipples.
"All right, I want some of that, too," Christy said, beginning to play with herself as well. "Oooooh, titties, ass and cunt ..."
"I'm coming!" her mother cried.
Helen abruptly forced her cunt the rest of the way down on the dildo. As a result, its recoiling base mauled Christy's clit. On the spot, mother and daughter were climaxing together once again.
"This is the best yet!" Christy declared. "Let's make it last as long as we can, Mom!"
"Ooooh, will we!" Helen vowed.
Mother and daughter then poured it on with their fingers in each other's asshole, squeezing their own tits, and grinding their crotches together as the dildo linked their cunts. How long could they keep it up?
* * *
Brad woke up in the back seat of the car with the afternoon sun beating on him through the window in a pool of his own sweat. Sitting up, he saw that no one was driving, that the car was parked and his wife and daughter were gone.
Looking toward his left, Brad Conway then saw an unpaved road leading off into the distance. On the horizon he picked out moving specks of traffic, so he knew the highway wasn't that far away. Whatever the reason they were parked here, at least they weren't lost. And now, to get to the bottom of that reason, Brad shifted his gaze in the other direction.
He saw some trees across a pasture. Beneath them, something seemed to move in the shadows. Since they were nowhere else in sight, Brad reasoned, it must be Helen and Christy.
Hitching up his pants, he got out of the car to take a closer look. What he hoped was that they were having a picnic because he'd awakened hungry. But, he began to sense as he approached the trees, his wife and daughter were up to something far less routine than lunch.
"Oooooh, more, more." He heard one of them moan.
"Only if you give me more, too." The other one groaned in reply.
Able to overhear them before he could clearly see them, Brad circled around so they wouldn't see him either. Yes, he guessed, it definitely sounded like they were up to something where it would be well worth catching them in the act.
"I know they're bi," he whispered to himself as he sneaked up on them. "Anybody could tell that at Pete and Ann's. It was only a matter of time before they did something about it with each other."
Then, though, Brad had arrived within focusing distance, and found himself unprepared for what his naked wife and daughter were actually doing with each other. If they'd just been experimenting with some touching and feeling, that would have been one thing. Or even tasting some cunt. But ...
"My God, they're fucking!" Brad choked when he saw them in action. "G-got their own damned prick, like a couple of butch dykes."
His voice carried. Mother and daughter looked over in his direction. And Christy was not in the least bit shy.
"Isn't it fantastic, Daddy?" Christy greeted her wide-eyed father. "My cunt and Mom's are just made for each other. And with this dildo Aunt Ann gave me, we have our own cock to fuck them with. Wow, we were coming up a storm just before you got here."
Brad just stood there.
"We can get it going again, though, real easy," Christy said. "Only this time, Mom ought to wear the dildo and fuck my cunt with this big cock--while you watch, Daddy."
Brad remained silent. Meanwhile, his daughter and wife got up. Then Christy slipped out of the dildo's harness, ready to have Helen strap it on and take her turn at being a female stud.
Helen, however, had read her husband's mind enough to be aware that the situation was more complicated than their daughter seemed to appreciate. She had to say something.
"Uh, darling," Helen said, "maybe we'd better call it a day."
"But, Mom," Christy protested, "you haven't been hung with our cock yet ..."
"Afraid we'll have to straighten a few things out instead," Helen replied. "Between the three of us."
"You mean with Daddy?" asked Christy. "What about?"
"I think your father," Helen said, carefully choosing her words, "might be wondering why you and I went off together without letting him know in advance what we had in mind."
"Like you mean without getting his permission?" Christy said, scoffing at such a notion.
"Maybe you ought to go back to the car and settle down," Helen firmly suggested at this point, "while I talk to your father alone. After all, I was the one who brought us out here. It was my idea."
"And," snapped Christy, "if he doesn't like us sucking and fucking without him, it's Daddy's problem!"
By now, Helen was prepared to take stern measures to control her rebellious daughter. But then, as she raised her hand to threaten a slap, Christy winked at her and Helen abruptly realized that her little girl had been about three jumps ahead of her the whole time. Which made it about time to catch up.
"Yes," Helen now said, holding out her hand instead of slapping Christy, "give me that cock so I can fuck your cunt. You're absolutely right, dear. If your father doesn't like it, that's his problem. Let him try and stop us."
Another wink from Christy made it clear this was exactly what she'd wanted her mother to say. And, set up perfectly, Brad Conway played right into the hands of his daughter and wife.
Recovering his voice, he said, "Yeah, I'll stop you damned dykes, all right. Straighten you out real fast. You want cock? Okay, you got it. But not this fucking fake!"
He grabbed the dildo and threw it into the trees.
"You'd better have something pretty damned good to take its place, Daddy," Christy taunted.
"You can try this on for size--both of you!"
He dropped his pants. His rigid cock jutted like twanging steel.
"Both of us?" Helen smirked, egging him on.
"At the same time!" Brad said. "On your knees, bitches. Spread your asses for me and I'll make you forget about any damned dildo!"
"I think he means it," Christy said. Her mother sighed. "Well, if it's that important to him ..."
So Christy and Helen dropped to all fours, offering their cunts from the rear. Then, with a driving cock-thrust, Brad Conway was dog-fucking one of them. A moment later, though, and he'd withdrawn from the first cunt to ram his hard-on into the second.
From there it was back and forth for Brad, as he continually switched his surging prick between their cunts. Proving his macho point, as much as any one man could do, he was fucking two pieces of ass at the same time.
"Take it, bitches, take it!" he said repeatedly during his frenzied double duty.
But Brad was only human. It caught up with him after so much nonstop action when he was shifting his cock from one cunt to the other.
"Oooooh, God," he moaned.
His wife and daughter looked over their shoulders. They saw Brad on his knees, his eyes glazed and his arms dangling by his sides. Only his cock moved, lurching in the air and helplessly coming outside the cunts it had been fucking.
Christy and her mother couldn't let it go to waste. Swiveling around, they joined tongues at Brad's crotch and lapped up his jizz together. By the time his cock and balls had been licked clean, he was sprawled on his back, out like a light.
"Fucked out of his mind again." His wife chuckled.
Then his daughter said, "He did it, though. Fucked us both at the same time. I knew he could. I knew we could get him to do it when he showed up and caught us with the dildo. Just wish I could explain to him now why I said all those awful things to him. It was just to make him mad enough to bring out the best in him. For his own good."
"I think he already knows," Helen said.
Christy saw what her mother meant--and nodded. For, as he slept, her father was grinning from ear to ear.
Chapter 9
"See, Jake, I told you I'd be back this way," Christy said to her country cousin as he and she stood beside the creek running through the same clearing in the woods where they'd lost their cherries to each other a couple of weeks before.
"How'd you talk your folks into it?" Jake asked. "Last time you were here they acted like they couldn't wait to leave."
"Oh, I've been talking them into lots of things lately." Christy chuckled. "Fact is, thanks to me, we've stopped everywhere on the way back from this vacation that we went in the first place. Well, everywhere important. Like here. Then there's my brother Denny's, my Uncle Arnie, and we stayed again at Aunt Ann and Uncle Pete's house. Might say that's what this trip turned out to be all about ..."
"So, uh, like what happened?" Jake asked, Christy obviously having more to tell him.
"Well, let's put it this way," she said with a playful twinkle in her blue eyes. "You were the first for me on this trip, Jake, and now you're gonna be the last--with a whole lot more in between, if you know what I mean."
"Gee." Jake gulped. "You're not talking about ... well, that ... with the others ... are you?"
A grinning Christy matter-of-factly nodded that she was indeed.
Jake gulped. "You trying to t-tell me that you ..."
Christy nodded again.
"Say it," Jake choked. "I gotta hear you say it so I'll know for sure."
"I fucked them," she stated with stark simplicity. "Fucked 'em all. Same as I fucked you, Jake. Fucked my brother, both my uncles, my other cousin, and went bi with my aunt."
"Jesus!" Jake gasped, reeling against a tree.
"Ah, but there's more," Christy calmly said.
"Who-who else?" stammered Jake.
"Well, since I didn't take this trip by myself," Christy said, "you ought to be able to figure out the rest by yourself."
"Th-them?" Jake asked. "Your own ..."
Christy was back to grinning and nodding.
"God, you had sex with your own parents?" Jake blurted. "What kind of girl are you?"
"Happiest, luckiest girl in the world!" Christy proudly boasted. "With the happiest, luckiest mom and dad in the world. Like I said this vacation, what a trip!"
And now that he knew the whole bizarre story, Jake immediately began wondering about his own mother and father. For they were alone with his cousin's parents at this very moment, back at the house. And, Jake had come to understand, anything could happen when his relatives from the city were involved.
Reading his mind, Christy giggled. "Maybe your folks'll get lucky, too. Especially if my folks have anything to do with it."
"No ... couldn't be," Jake muttered.
"Only one way to find out for sure, then, isn't there? See for ourselves."
* * *
"Well, I'll tell you, Meg," Brad Conway said to his sister. "To be honest, I didn't used to think you were cut out for living on a farm. But, seeing you this time, I've changed my mind. Living out here must agree plenty with you, 'cause anybody can see you're one damned attractive woman."
Blushing, Meg haltingly answered her brother. "If that's a compliment, Brad ... well, thank you, I guess. But you sure have a funny way of giving it."
There was less doubt about the reaction of Meg's husband. Luke was steaming.
"Compliment hell!" he snapped. "Sounds to me like the same old bullshit. City folks putting on airs with us country folks."
Helen Conway spoke up now, telling her sister-in-law's angry husband, "Oh, but Luke, it's not what you're thinking at all. Nobody's putting anybody down. Just the opposite. More like Brad and I are admitting we made a mistake about you and Meg. Please forgive us for being so wrong, but please believe us now."
"Oh, sure!" Luke suspiciously snorted. "I reckon you're gonna tell me next how after all these years of thinking I'm a dumb redneck that I'm a great guy."
"More than that," Helen purred at her most charming, "a very attractive man, who I for one would like to know a whole lot better. Don't you think it's about time?"
Then Helen left her chair and went to Luke's. His face reddened when she touched his sandy hair.
"C'mon, Luke, let's be friends," Helen crooned. "Bet we have a lot more in common than you ever guessed."
She leaned over enough so Luke could see down the scoop of her blouse. Could see that she wore no bra and how her bare tits jiggled.
Of course, Helen noticed where Luke's eyes went. She'd planned it that way. And now it was time to go further. Much further.
"Does looking at my tits have your cock hard for me?" she boldly whispered in Luke's ear, so only he could hear her steamy words. "If it is, I'm ready to do something about it if you are."
Luke abruptly straightened up, causing Helen to back off. "Uh, reckon I have been kinda thin-skinned at that. So if Helen wants me to, might as well show her around the spread and we can get to know each other better, like she says."
"That's a deal," Helen said, knowing when she'd hooked a man. "Let's go before you change your mind."
As their respective husband and wife sat there in silence, Helen led Luke out of the house for her supposed tour of the farm.
Slumping onto a bale of hay with her legs apart to reveal she wore no panties under her rising, skirt, Helen panted, "You know what we both want."
"F-fuck you?" Luke stuttered.
"Hard as you can!" urged Helen. "I know you're a stud. I can tell from that big, beautiful bulge in your pants. So why don't you take it out and give me a cuntful of all that hard cock I know you've got for me?"
Past the point of no return, Luke unzipped his fly, and pulled out what Helen craved--his ten-plus inches of thick, throbbing, rigid cock.
After that there was only one logical route to take cock--first into her welcoming cunt to his balls as she wrapped her legs around him and they began fucking on the bale of hay in the barn.
"Actually, Meg," Brad Conway said to his sister when they were alone in the house, "I wouldn't mind seeing more of the farm myself. You never have really shown me around. How about it, Sis?"
Meg agreed. So then she and Brad were outdoors. And since it was nearest, the barn seemed a logical point of interest.
"Luke built it himself," Meg said to her brother as they approached the wooden structure. "We're real proud of it ..."
She was interrupted by moans from inside. It sounded like one of the animals had gotten locked in there. But then the door turned out to be ajar.
Reeling back into her brother's waiting arms after what she'd seen from looking into the barn, Meg whimpered, "No, no. C-can't be. Not that."
Brad now looked for himself, focusing on what had so stunned his sister. There were his wife and brother-in-law, fucking like a pair of horny teenagers on a bale of hay. Damn, Brad thought to himself, Helen sure as hell did work fast--what a woman!
Then Brad turned his attention back to his sobbing sister, guiding her away from the barn and soothing her with apparent sympathy. "Now, now, Meg, I know how you feel, but it's not the end of the world. If we stick together, we can handle this."
"H-how?" Meg wept on Brad's shoulder.
"By showing Helen and Luke," he answered while stroking her hair, "that they aren't the only ones who can play this game."
"Wh-what do you mean?" Meg tearfully asked.
"Just relax, Sis," Brad advised. "And trust me."
Then his hands began tenderly roaming. One of them wound up caressing the slope of his sister's tit, the other patting her shapely ass.
"B-Brad." Meg sputtered with surprise as she was felt up. "What are you doing to me?"
"Just what comes naturally, Sis."
"You mean I-I turn you on?" Meg asked.
"What guy's sister doesn't?" Brad answered.
Then naming his other sister, he said, "When we were growing up, both you and Ann had my cock hard half the time. 'Bout time I did something about it with you."
"Have you ever ... with Ann?" Meg asked.
"If I haven't, then you'd be first. If I have, then isn't it about time for you to catch up?" Brad answered, taking advantage of the long-standing jealousy between his sisters.
It worked, Meg becoming putty in his hands as she nervously but anxiously asked, "Do you have ... a big c-cock?"
"Feel for yourself, Sis."
Brad guided Meg's trembling hand to the lump at his crotch and made her rub there.
"Oh, yes!" she panted when she felt how much he was hung.
"Think you could suck the whole thing, Sis?" Brad suggested.
Meg wasted no further words, letting her actions speak for themselves. Sliding down her brother's body, she knelt at his feet. Then she was hurriedly removing his pants and shorts. Brad's massive cock quickly jutted in her pretty face. And from there it entered her hungry mouth, rapidly swallowed down her deep throat to the hilt.
"Thatta girl, Sis. And now it's my turn to return the favor."
He slumped down to her level. Meg responded automatically, stretching out on the ground beneath him. Brad, in turn, swiveled around to kneel astride her head. As she sucked his prick, he faced down at her anxiously flexing crotch.
As a farm wife, Meg wore jeans. They were skin-tight. Her brother peeled them away, along with her simple cotton panties, exposing a cunt that was as delightfully smooth as a baby's bottom.
"You shave it?" Brad drooled with increased excitement at the sight of the hairless cunt.
"Every day with the sharpest razor I can find," Meg answered with a mouthful of cock. "No hair on my cunt makes me feel like I'm a little girl and a woman all rolled into one."
"Well, let's find out how you taste," Brad said.
He burrowed his face between his sister's spread thighs, sealing her shorn cunt and darting his tongue up her juicy cunt-gash.
"Mmmm, all woman."
Then it got even sweeter for Brad, as Meg promptly came in his mouth. He fucked her mouth with his big cock, rhythmically thrusting. And the way she sucked back quickly had the dam between his legs ready to burst.
"Ooooh, Sis," he groaned, "drink it, drink it now! Every drop of my cum!"
His cock had exploded at the depths of his sister's thirstily gulping throat. Meg wasn't about to swallow anything less than every drop of his jizz. What's more, she expertly kept Brad hard after she'd drained his balls, looking ahead to getting more than just her mouth fucked.
"I know what you want next," Brad said when their sixty-nine had run its course.
"But I still want to tell you. Have you heard me beg you for it!" Meg shamelessly cried.
"Then be my guest, Sis."
Meg wriggled out from beneath him. Then, on a fresh patch of ground, she spread her legs and fingered her cunt-lips wide open.
"Fuck me, Brad!" she pleaded to her brother. "Fuck my horny cunt with every big, hard inch of your beautiful cock! Please, please, please ... fuck, fuck, fuck me!"
Brad got into position to give her what she so desperately craved, aiming his cock at her yawning cunt-gash. However, before he drove into Meg he had to deal with another female member of his family besides his sister ...
Emerging from behind a tractor, Christy said, "Enjoying yourself, Daddy? Sure looks like it. Aunt Meg doesn't seem to have any complaints, either."
Under normal circumstances, a father caught fucking his own sister by his daughter would have been likely to panic. Not Brad Conway, though. But, of course, not only had he been expecting this, he'd helped plan it in advance.
"Well, I was wondering when you'd show up," he said to Christy. "Have you seen the barn yet?"
Christy shook her head. Her grinning father suggested that she give it a look.
Then, as her niece skipped toward the barn, a devastated Meg recovered her wits enough to mutter to her brother, "B-Brad ... the way you and Christy just talked to each other. Was like she knew what she'd find us doing. And that you expected her to. Am I having some crazy nightmare, or ..."
Meg was suddenly interrupted as her niece came running back from the barn.
"Oh, wow!" Christy cried with excitement in reaction to what she'd just witnessed. "Uncle Luke's fucking Mom just super! Got her coming like mad from his big cock in her cunt! Just like we planned it!"
"P-planned it?" Meg gasped as if she we're taking a dying breath.
And behind the tractor from which Christy had emerged, a shaky male voice carried. "P-planned it?"
"J-Jake!" Meg identified her son.
Jake stumbled out from behind the tractor.
"Are ... are you ... you part of this?" his mother asked, all but strangling on the question.
"I've fucked Christy. But that's all, Mom ... swear to God, I didn't have anything to do with the rest of this."
Meg took a deep breath. And next she desperately called to her son. "So I'm just like you. Caught in the middle. What should I do?"
"Jeez, Mom, I dunno, I'm just a kid," Jake warily answered, not used to being asked for advice by an adult. "It's up to you. But I won't blame you. Whatever you do, I won't blame you, Mom."
That was all Meg needed to hear. She was the parent and Jake the child, but what amounted to her son's permission was enough to turn her loose.
"So what're you waiting for?" she abruptly snapped at her brother. "Finish what you started, damn you. Fuck me!"
A grinning Brad Conway flashed a victory sign at his grinning daughter, then once again aimed his stiff cock at his sister's cunt. A thrust of his crotch later and Meg had a cuntful of his cock to his balls, which lapped against her squirming ass as he began rhythmically fucking her.
"Oh, it's so good." Meg moaned with pleasure. "And that's all that counts. Getting fucked this goooooood. I don't care who watches. If the whole world watches. All that matters now is my brother's big, hard cock fucking my cunt the way I always wished it could be while I was growing up!"
By this point Meg had gotten very loud. Then her voice carried even more when she joyously climaxed. No one within several hundred yards could have helped hearing her--which definitely included anybody who happened to be in the barn ...
Bolting from between Helen's legs, Luke said, "God, what's that? Sounds like Meg!"
Helen didn't stop him from checking it out. Indeed, she'd been wondering when something like this would finally occur. It was, after all, supposed to, according to the script she, her husband and daughter had written.
His cock still hard from the vise of Helen's tight cunt, Luke stumbled to the barn door. He looked out. "It's Meg ..."
"... and Brad." Helen finished the sentence for him. And now she was right behind him, having followed Luke from the bale of hay.
"Your husband ... fucking my wife," Luke muttered. "His own sister ... her own brother."
"And aren't they just perfect together?" Helen said. "Same as us. So what do you say we go out there and show them they aren't the only ones who can fuck up a storm?"
"You're c-crazy," Luke hissed.
"Only like a fox," Helen replied.
Then she took Luke's hand and led him out into the open. When she did, he noticed that their kids were there as well. And his niece promptly greeted him in the boldest possible terms.
"Fuck my mom, Uncle Luke!" Christy declared. "I saw you in the barn. Now fuck her out here alongside Aunt Meg and my dad so Jake and I can watch."
In a daze, Luke looked toward his son. What, he silently asked, was Jake's place in this madness?
Jake told him. "It's too late to turn back now, Dad. We're all in it. Me, too. Mom's fucking Uncle Brad. You've been fucking Aunt Helen in the barn. And then there's me and Christy."
"You fucked your cousin?" Luke asked.
"The first time she was here, a couple of weeks ago." Jake said. "We took each other's cherries out in the woods. I never thought it'd lead to anything like this, Dad but here we are. Mom's not gonna stop, just look at her with Uncle Brad. So why should we be any different?"
"Don't just tell him, Jake," Christy said. "Let's show him."
Jake turned from his father to face Christy.
She immediately began stripping. Within seconds she was naked, flaunting her fuckability.
"See what I mean, Dad?" Jake sighed. "Look at her. I'm only human."
"Amen!" Christy crowed. After sinking to her knees, she yanked Jake's jeans down to unleash his jutting hard-on.
In his last shrugging statement to his father, Jake said, "What can I do? Gotta fuck her."
On cue, Christy spread herself at her cousin's feet, as close to all-cunt as a girl could get. As fast as he could get there, Jake was rocking in the cradle of her thighs and shafting her teenaged cunt with his teenaged cock.
Which left Luke and Helen. He still hadn't quite made up his mind, but she was too important to keep waiting. She bowled him over. Then, when he was flat on his back, she straddled him with her thighs. And, sliding her cunt down his cock, she all but began raping him.
"Well?" Helen asked, when her dripping cunt had captured Luke's hard-on.
"I'm only human." Luke repeated his son's words with acceptance of his fate. Then his thrusting cock did the rest of his talking, as he started fucking back.
And so the last stop on the Conway's summer vacation completed the spiraling circle of family sex. It had started with Christy almost innocently losing her cherry to her country cousin Jake, only to lead within two short weeks to cross-country incest. As the cause of it all, Christy climaxed with pride, her cousin's cock in her cunt, while looking forward to what next summer would bring.
