Outwardly, suburbia maintains the strait-laced, middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, inevitably there is the advent of mate-swapping. All in the spirit of good, clean fun ... but where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another-and another-to what? When the children set as the pattern of their own life style what already is the norm at home?
This is the story of what outwardly appears a normal average American family. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, for this family, pleasures of the flesh are the norm.
HOT BED FAMILY-a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
"Ever eat a cunt?" she asked quietly, lolling on the beach with her skirt around her thighs.
Her legs were long and shapely, and she wore no stockings. It was a warm summer night. The waves murmured nearby, softly lapping the shore.
The young man sitting beside the girl on the sand self-consciously looked away. He stared across the dark body of water at the lights of the village, his breathing irregular.
"I-I'm not sure what you mean," he stammered after a long pause, shifting nervously. The night suddenly seemed warmer.
"I don't believe that," she chuckled. "You're not that dumb."
Pivoting on her ass, she spread her legs so the young man couldn't help but see them open. Couldn't help but see that she wore no panties either. A shaft of moonlight caught the split of her parted thighs, showcasing the blonde hair of her exposed pussy.
"Now do you know what I'm talking about?" she cooed, running her hands all the way up her loins and framing her golden-haired cunt.
The young man tried to speak, but his throat was suddenly dry. But he didn't stop looking between the girl's wide-spread legs.
"I'm talking about my pussy, as if you didn't know," she said, chuckling some more. "Now will you answer my question? Did you ever eat cunt?"
"Christ, Maggie!" he blurted. "You're my own sister! We can't do this!"
"Why not, Billy?" the girl purred. "I want it, and I know you do too. Look at the lump in your jeans. That's a hard cock if I ever saw one. You're as horny as I am."
Billy Sawyer glanced breathlessly at his crotch. There was a throbbing hard-on there, advertising his uncontrollable arousal.
"Mmmmm, oh yes, your big sister turns you on, Billy," Maggie whispered. "You're horny enough to do anything I want you to do to me. I'd bet my life on that."
She lifted her skirt all the way up around her hips, completely revealing her cunt. Then her fingers snagged her pussy lips, pulling them apart. There was a wet sound as her cunt opened wide.
"C'mon, little brother, find out what it's like," Maggie urged, lifting her ass so her pussy flexed. "Eat me, Billy, eat my cunt. Suck me good."
Her elbows dug into the sand as she thrust her yawning pussy toward her mind-boggled brother.
"Oh, God, can't help myself," Billy moaned. "Gonna do it."
"Good boy. You won't regret it. My pussy is the sweetest thing you'll ever taste," she assured her brother.
And then Billy's head was dipping. His feet entered the space between his sister's spread legs.
His nostrils flared from the scent of Maggie's pussy. His cunt-hungry mouth grew nearer, nearer . . .
"Ooooooh," He swooned, contact made. The lips of his mouth pressed against the lips of his sister's pussy and a rush of thick cunt juice thrilled the tastebuds of his suddenly licking tongue.
"Feels good." Maggie reacted with a wiggle of her hips. "But it can feel even better. Shoot your tongue inside my cunt. Move it around."
Billy's tongue hardened. It plunged within his sister's moist, sweet cunt four or five inches. Moving like an oral prick, it drew a squeal of joy from Billy's squirming sister.
"It's even better than I expected," Maggie gasped. "Tongue-fuck me, Billy. Tongue-fuck my cunt for all you're worth. I'll come right in your mouth."
All Billy's reluctance vanished. He was driving his tongue in his sister's cunt so deep that his chin was in the crack of her ass and his nostrils were filled with her tickling pussy hairs.
"Ahhh, I'm getting higher, higher," Maggie groaned. "Gonna come so much."
She climaxed with a night-splitting wail, smashing her brother's face with her surging pussy and grinding hips. Juice flowed from her pussy as if she had sprung a leak. Billy sucked it all down, drunk on the nectar from his sister's orgasming cunt. Through it all, his tongue never quit thrusting, consistently jabbing Maggie's spasming pussy.
"God, I love it . . . love it to death," Maggie gasped, thrashing on the sand with her brother's tongue fucking her cunt. "Wish it would never stop."
She howled at the moon as her climax reached its peak, clutching her brother's head with her thighs. Shimmying her hips, she twisted Billy's tongue in her pussy for maximum results. She was flying high with orgasm.
It was Billy who ended the cunt-sucking. But his sister was not disappointed. For Maggie could easily tell that Billy had only stopped eating her out because he was anxious to stick something else besides his tongue in her pussy.
She let him say it, because she wanted to hear the words.
"I want to fuck you, Sis. I want to put my cock in your cunt and really fuck you. Fuck you until my cum shoots inside your pussy."
"Then do it ... do it!" Maggie cried. "I've never wanted anything more in my life! Fuck my cunt with your big prick until I scream!"
"Oh, Sis, you got it. Yes, you're really going to get it," Billy panted.
His hand went to his bulging crotch, yanked open his zipper and pulled down his jeans. He tugged at his shorts, and his cock sprang out. His prick was at least ten inches long, red as a beet and ridged with pulsing veins. The head was a throbbing knot, a miniature fist.
"What a beautiful prick!" Maggie cried with excitement. "It's gonna feel so tight, so good in my cunt. I'm gonna come so hard when you fuck me. Now, make it happen, little brother. Give me every inch of your big cock in my pussy!"
His hard-on in hand, Billy knelt between his sister's spread thighs, guiding his cock-head to the pink split of Maggie's cunt. His hips bucked, and suddenly he was inside his moaning sister.
Maggie wrapped her legs around Billy's waist, jamming his crotch against hers. His big prick rammed its way inside her pussy until he was fucking her to the hilt.
"Oooooh, I can feel every inch," Maggie cooed. "Every inch of your cock in my cunt. So wonderful. Like steel. Hot steel!"
Billy was driving, jamming his prick into his sister's pussy. If it hadn't been so stiff, his cock would have bent from the exertion.
Maggie had asked Billy to fuck her until she screamed. That erotic milestone was reached without any special effort, occurring just moments after Billy's cock had shafted his sister's fuck-hungry cunt.
"Jesus Christ, I'm exploding inside!" Maggie screeched as a fuck-induced orgasm hit her like a bomb.
She scissored her brother with her legs, clenching her pussy muscles along the length of his buried cock. Her cunt was producing so much juice that the moisture oozed from her pussy lips and trickled down the crack of her ass.
"Your cunt's so tight, Sis, so wet," Billy puffed as he fucked Maggie without a let-up, pouring fuel on the flames of her climax.
Billy's balls churned against the bottom of his sister's cunt. Maggie slipped her fingers into the crush of loins and squeezed Billy's balls, pumping up their cum-supply.
"Okay, you got me off, little brother," Maggie moaned. "Now it's your turn to come, stud. Fill my cunt with your hot jizz. I want your cum in my cunt so bad."
Billy sprawled all the way on top of his sister, gasping in her ear while his hands pushed up her sweater and mauled her braless tits. His prick jackhammered her pussy, snapping her spine with every cock-thrust.
Greedy for jizz, Maggie administered a final flourish. Letting go of Billy's balls, she extended a finger up the crack of his ass and poked his gritty asshole to her third knuckle.
Billy hadn't expected his sister's finger up his ass. It blew his mind the way Maggie clawed into his tight hole, gouging the tender gland at the base of his balls.
"Arrrggghhh!" he yelped like a wounded animal.
His cock erupted deep within his sister's cunt, spewing jism'. Maggie's pussy was instantly swamped with cum. There was too much cum for her pussy to hold even before Billy's cock stopped unloading.
"What a high!" Maggie shrieked as her brother's jizz spilled from her prick-filled cunt and trickled into the hollow of her ass. "God, Billy, your cum is like fire! Liquid fire!"
"Thanks to you, Sis," Billy grunted, pinching off a final burst of jism. "You make me so fucking hot. Wish I could come in your cunt forever."
"Maybe you can't do it forever," Maggie answered. "But you can sure as hell do it again. Don't stop moving your prick. Just keep fucking me, and I'll make you come again before you know it."
Maggie squeezed her pussy muscles like a vise, keeping her brother's drained cock hard with pressure. Despite her cum-drenched cunt, the friction was still there. Sister and brother kept right on fucking as though neither of them had come yet.
"That's it stud," Maggie encouraged her brother. "You're still in the groove. Haven't missed a stroke. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Maggie had never removed her finger from her brother's asshole. Now she added a second one. She pistoned them, fingerfucking Billy's spasming ass while his cock continued to fuck her grateful cunt.
And Billy's hands were still on Maggie's tits. Now he seized his sister's erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching them at first, then twisting them. Maggie responded with delight, enjoying the pain.
"Hurts . . . hurts so good!" she squealed. "Oh, Billy, you're doing all the right things."
"You're some teacher, Sis," Billy answered. "Tonight you made me into a man."
"Just doing my duty," Maggie said smugly. "I was born with a cunt between my legs to do a job on a cock like yours. This is what it's all about, in case you didn't know it."
"I sure as hell know it now, Sis," Billy said. "God, can you fuck. Fucking you is like a dream come true."
"You've thought about fucking me before?"
"Ever since I saw you naked last summer," Billy revealed. "Since then, every time I've jacked-off I pretended I was fucking you."
"Mmmmm, I can dig it," Maggie gleefully replied. "Bet you squeezed your fist nice and tight around your big, stiff prick, huh, making believe it was my cunt."
"I'd stick my fingers in my mouth first and get them wet," Billy confessed. "They'd be all damp and sticky, just like I imagined your pussy would be. But, shit, Sis, nothing could've set me up for this. The real thing."
"I saw you beating your meat," Maggie revealed. "Your cock was so big. When I fingered my pussy alone at night, I'd imagine you were fucking me. Sooner or later I had to put the make on you, little brother. Your huge prick was too much to resist."
"So here we are," Billy sighed with pleasure as his dick worked in his sister's deep cunt.
"Ah, yes," Maggie sighed too. "Fucking at last. It's even better than I thought it would be. You're a stud, little brother, a first-class stud."
Now brother and sister temporarily stopping talking to focus full attention on the action of his cock in her pussy. Billy drove harder than he had at any other time during the fucking. And for every cock-thrust, Maggie answered with a surge of her cunt.
Leaving Billy's waist, Maggie's legs pulled back until her knees were against her tits. She shifted her weight to her neck and head now, tilting back so her cunt was pointing upward. Her brother's hard-on drilled straight down into her pussy, his cock-head seeming to reach to the base of her spine.
Billy grabbed his sister's asscheeks, holding Maggie's ass in the air. Maggie responded by hooking her knees over Billy's shoulders and locking her calves at the back of his neck.
Maggie shuddered with runaway emotion. She felt as if she had latched onto an emotional comet, and as she looked up into the night sky she imagined herself streaking across it.
"You can't believe how much I'm coming!" Maggie blurted in ecstasy. "What about you, stud? When's your cock gonna blow, Billy?"
"Don't worry," Maggie's brother grunted. "I'm gonna catch up with you before you know it. Couldn't hold back my cum if I wanted to."
"Tell me when, Billy," Maggie panted. "Tell me just before you're ready to get your rocks off."
"Anything you say, Sis," Billy answered, pistoning his cock in his sister's cunt.
Now the sounds he made roughened into hard-edged gasps. Billy was snorting, spraying his sister's face with spit. His prick sank repeatedly into Maggie's pussy, fucking mightily toward the moment of truth.
"Now!" Billy yelled. "I'm gonna come, Sis!"
"Then pull out!" Maggie called back.
"What?"
"Get your cock out of my cunt before it starts shooting," Maggie told her confused brother. "I want you to come in my face."
"Far out!" Billy responded with instant approval.
And then with a yank, his big prick was out of his sister's pussy. Billy had his straining cock in his hand, aiming the head right between Maggie's eyes just before his balls began wringing themselves inside-out.
A blast of scalding cum splattered Maggie's face. Then Billy was jerking his prick, criss-crossing his sister's features with its spurting flow. Maggie reacted by wagging her head, taking the cum from ear to ear.
Maggie's face was quickly a mask of jizz. Her brother's cum streamed down her cheeks and dripped from her chin. There was cum from her hairline to her chin. By the time Billy had shot his wad, Maggie appeared to be melting from the neck up.
"Jesus, Sis, you're a mess," Billy gulped when his cock was spent. "You should see yourself."
"I intend to do just that," Maggie wheezed, strands of her brother's jism connecting her lips as she spoke.
She left Billy, scooting across the sand toward the shore. She knelt at the water's edge, looking at her reflection by the light of the moon. Swooning with approval at what she saw, Maggie grooved on the sight of her cum-soaked face.
"I'm beautiful," she sighed. "So fucking beautiful."
She leaned down and kissed her reflection on the water, lifting her ass high in the air. Billy saw her hoisted asshole and realized that his cock was standing straight out in spite of its having just shot almost a pint of cream.
"Shit, Sis, you're beautiful all right," Billy muttered, but he wasn't admiring the same part of Maggie's anatomy that she was. His eyes were trained on the plump cheeks of his sister's raised ass. He stroked his hard-on, ready to spring back into action.
Unaware of the focus of her brother's attention, Maggie started to get up. Billy stopped her.
"No, Sis," he said. "Stay just the way you are. I've got something I want to do."
Maggie caught sight of her brother's enduring boner, and she wasn't about to argue. She remained in a kneeling position, poised for Billy's next move.
"Close your eyes, Sis," Billy told Maggie. "I'm gonna surprise you."
"You know I can't say no to that," Maggie said, giggling with anticipation. Ever since she had been a little girl she had always been a sucker for surprises, so she closed her eyes and waited.
Billy came up behind her. The head of his prick slipped between Maggie's asscheeks and pressed, hot and throbbing, against her asshole.
"Oooooh, Billy," Maggie answered with excitement. "Are you really going to do it? Fuck me in the ass?"
"You better believe it, Sis," Billy croaked homily. "You want my cock in your ass, don't you?" "More than anything!" "Then hold on. It's gonna hurt." "It better!" Maggie cried. "I wouldn't want it any other way!"
Billy seized an asscheek with each hand and pulled them apart so he could see his cock-head pushing against his sister's puckering asshole. He shoved. The crown of his prick disappeared within the small opening, and at once Maggie was whimpering with welcome pain and pleading for more cock up her ass.
"Can you take my whole cock?" Billy asked, his prick thrusting forward.
"There's only one way to find out," Maggie groaned as her asshole steadily engorged her brother's immense hard-on.
When Billy's prick was about halfway up his sister's asshole, the going got rough. The opening was narrow, not really built for such massive penetration. But neither brother nor sister had any idea of stopping unttf the insertion was total.
"All the way, Billy!" Maggie squealed. "Jam your big cock up my ass to your balls! Split me in two if you have to! The more it hurts, the better!"
It hurt Billy too. The tightness around his cock was excruciating, but he never let up. Pushing and shoving, he forced the rest of his huge prick inside his sister's asshole, inch by painful inch.
And then, with a final lurch, Billy's cock was completely sheathed in his sister's ass. He was grunting, and she was moaning. Both sets of hips were moving. Brother and sister were ass-fucking in an atmosphere of mutual agony.
As her brother's prick reamed her ass, Maggie laid her head on the wet sand, feeling the water lap against her cheek. She closed her eyes and saw stars, stars that were far more brilliant than those in the night sky. Already she was coming more than at any time before. Her brother's prick up her ass was more than she had expected when she had put the make on Billy. Even she had not dreamed things would go this far.
Driving his cock deep within Maggie's ass, Billy hunched forward, grabbing his sister's dangling tits to hold on for the ride. He clutched her tits with such gouging strength that their soft flesh oozed between his fingers like foam rubber while he savaged her ass with repeated cock-thrusts.
"Am I hurting you enough, Sis?" Billy asked with a crackling voice.
"You're killing me," Maggie whimpered. "And, God, do I love it! More, more . . . harder, harder. Fuck my ass until it bleeds!"
"What it'll be bleeding is my cum," Billy told his sister. "My cock can't take very much more of this without letting go. I never knew fucking could be so tight."
"Don't tease me, little brother," Maggie gasped. "If you're gonna come, then go ahead and do it. You're not doing either of us a favor by holding back. I want your hot cum in my ass as quick as I can get it."
"Okay, Sis, but it'll be a flood."
"Just the way I want it. Shoot it into me!"
Billy pulled his dick a few inches back in his sister's ass, then whammed it home with one final surge. With his prick-head so deep in Maggie that it was lapped by hot female shit, Billy's cock burst with more cum than it had produced before.
Already on fire, Maggie's insides abruptly heated to a raging boil as her brother's scalding cum mixed with her turbulent shit. She would have crapped all over herself with molten diarrhea if Billy's fat cock had not plugged her asshole.
As it was, the brew of cum and shit kept bubbling within her while Maggie came and came and came. She had never experienced anything like this in her young life. And if she lived to be a hundred, she knew that she would never experience anything to surpass it.
On the male end of the action, Billy scaled his own orgasmic peak. His prick shot more cum into his sister's ass than he believed his balls had to give. The jism was so hot that it scorched the tube of his cock as it gushed out. And when he was finally finished coming, his prick was sore. It felt as if it had been caught in a slamming door.
At last it ended. Pulling his aching prick from his sister's ass, Billy fell back with exhaustion, feeling as if he had been punched. He landed on his back, his head in the sand, staring up at the night like he was in a trance. For her part, Maggie crawled forward until the water dampened her knees, and she collapsed on the fringe of the licking tide.
Brother and sister remained this way, pinned down by fatigue for several minutes. Without any intrusions from the outside world, Billy and Maggie might have lost all track of time and remained through the night on the beach.
However, an interruption did occur. It succeeded in bringing the incestuous lovers back to life with more suddenness than either would have wished.
Headlights moved along the road that bordered the beach. Billy saw them first and quickly alerted his sister.
"It must be dad looking for us," he nervously blurted. "C'mon, Maggie, we'd better get out of here before he finds us. If we hurry we can get back to the cabin before he does."
Maggie could do nothing but follow her brother's lead. She and Billy had come too far together tonight to fuck it up by being careless. If they played it smart, this evening cold be the beginning of something wonderful.
Maggie prided herself on her wits. She couldn't have seduced her brother into fucking her without them. A level head was as important to a girl on the make as her body.
"You're right," Maggie called to Billy, leaving the water. "Let's split. We'll tell mom and dad we were lost or something. If we keep our story straight, they'll believe anything."
"Anything but this," Billy muttered, as if just struck by the full impact of the mind-boggling fact that he had actually fucked his own sister.
Then Maggie grabbed him by the hand, and they were gone, stumbling across the sand into the night, away from the approaching headlights.
Chapter Two
It was a family vacation.
The Sawyers had been planning it for months, long before they had made up their minds where they would actually go. Travel folders lay scattered all over the house throughout the winter and spring. A family vote resulted in a decision to spend the last two weeks in June on the coast.
They had chosen Emerald Bay, a peaceful spot on a peninsula where they could rent a bungalow and relax. It had been a particularly nasty winter, and even the spring had been windy and rainy. The vacation would give the Sawyers a long-awaited opportunity to soak up the sun and take life easy.
Art Sawyer, the father, particularly needed the time off. He had set a sales record for his company in the last twelve months, and now he would have the chance to enjoy the fruits of his labor. However, even after the family arrived at Emerald Bay he had trouble winding down. They had been there for several days, and he still hadn't stopped fidgeting.
"You're so jumpy, honey," his wife told him. "Can't you just relax?"
"I'm sorry, Emmy," Art said, forcing himself to sit down. "I'm just geared to go, I guess. Take last night. When Maggie and Billy didn't come back after dark, I was almost glad. It gave me something to worry about. Someplace to go when I convinced myself I had to go out looking for them."
"And it was all so silly," Emily Sawyer told her husband. "Maggie and Billy got back before you did, safe and sound, no problem. I told you they were all right before you talked yourself into organizing a one-man search party. This is supposed to be a vacation, Art, and the kids were just taking advantage of it. I wish you could do the same. If you keep this up, you're going to make me just as uptight as you are."
"Okay, I get your point," Art sighed. "I'll put myself in your hands. What would you like to do?"
"Well, the kids are gone . . . we have the place all to ourselves," Emily said, her voice settling into a purr. "I think I might be able to come up with something that might put you in a mellow mood."
She was on her feet, unbuttoning her blouse as she moved toward her husband.
"I get the message," Art said, as his wife's tits spilled out. "When did you stop wearing a bra?"
"It's supposed to be a vacation. Time to let it all hang out," Emily cooed.
She stood before her seated husband, pushing her bare tits in his face. Art's mouth found a nipple, and he started sucking it.
"Mmmmmm, you're catching on quick," Emily moaned, running her hand up her husband's thigh to massage his bulging cock.
While Art mouthed her tit, Emmy unzipped his fly and pulled out his prick. It was rock-hard in her hand as she slowly stroked the erect cock.
"Okay, lover, you've sucked me," Emily said.
"Now it's my turn to suck you for awhile."
Kneeling, she lowered her face into Art's lap and took his rigid prick in her mouth, pushing her lips down the shaft all the way to his balls.
Art sprawled in his chair, letting Emily do all the work. She was an expert cocksucker, able to take his big prick down her throat without the slightest difficulty. While she sucked his cock she did things with her busy fingers, playing with his balls and tickling his asshole.
"You keep this up," Art told his deep-throating wife, "and I'll come in your mouth before you know it."
Emmy glanced up at Art, telling him with her hot eyes that a bellyful of his jizz was exactly what she wanted. Then, to confirm this impression, she turned on the suction and stepped up her oral strokes, turning the blow-job into a mouth-fuck.
"Oh, baby, you're the best," Art groaned with arousal.
As his hips bucked, Art clasped his hands behind Emmy's head, burying her face in the mossy space between his thighs. His hips pushed against her cheekbones while her throat engorged his stiff prick.
Now Emily's fingers moved from Art's balls, where they had been squeezing, and slid up the crack of his ass. She found the hole of his ass and penetrated the tight channel.
"Now!" Art blurted. "My cock's ready to blow!"
His dick lurched in his wife's mouth and erupted. The jizz spurted with such force that Em- my couldn't swallow it as fast as it flowed, and her cheeks ballooned.
"Drink it all down!" Art exclaimed. "Swallow my cum!"
Emmy never had any other intention. She was the kind of wife who knew full well her husband's masculine need to have his jism sucked down. But it was no mere wifely duty for Emmy Sawyer was the kind of woman who relished the rich taste of every drop of her man's cum.
When Art's cock was finally drained, Emmy was in full control of the situation. With her cheeks deflating, the warm cum slid easily down her throat, making her stomach glow.
"Mmmmm, that was delicious," Emmy murmured when she had swallowed Art's cum, and she had released his prick. "Did that relax you, honey?"
"It'll do until something better comes along," Art sighed.
"Well, I hope it didn't relax you too much," Emmy said with a chuckle. "Because I don't intend to stop with just sucking your cock now that we've got the ball rolling."
It was clear she wanted to fuck. She was on her feet again, unhitching her skirt.
"Gee, Emmy, I dunno," Art muttered, looking self-consciously at his limp dick. "I'm not sure I can get it up again."
"You just leave that to me," Emmy grinned.
Her skirt undone, Emmy wriggled out of it, flaunting her sudden nudity. Just as she had not been wearing a bra, she also had no panties.
Emmy Sawyer was in her late thirties, but she had a body like a teenage cheerleader's. Everything was firm and sleek, and, tonight, straining with eagerness.
Emmy stood before her husband and put a foot on the armrest of his chair, opening her tawny thighs. Art found himself staring into the pink tunnel of her spread cunt.
"Like me?" Emmy mewed as she swung her free leg over the other armrest.
Art didn't answer with words. His cock did his talking for him. The prick shifted outside his pants, its length and width abruptly doubling.
"Yes, I do believe I'm a hit," Emmy giggled after a quick peek at Art's revived prick. "Now, to take advantage of it."
She shoved her wide-open cunt in Art's face, sealing his mouth with the honey-flavored pussy-flesh. Art's tongue was drawn from his mouth as if connected to invisible wires, sucked into the delicious gash of his wife's flared cunt. Quickly he was eating her out, while down below his prick stood straight up.
"Ooooooh, tiger, that's it," Emmy groaned with pleasure. "Get my pussy ready for your cock with your stiff tongue. Ream me out. Tongue-fuck my cunt all the way to your teeth."
Consumed by lust, Art and Emmy were in a steamy world of their own as he sucked her pussy. All they could think of was the intense pleasure they were giving one another and the promise of even more once they got down to serious fucking. In their minds, nothing else existed on the face of the earth but the two of them and their hot, sexual needs.
But Art and Emmy were not as isolated in their passionate splendor as they believed. For in truth, they were unknowingly on display, their privacy pierced by prying eyes.
They were being watched, and not just by anybody.
"Will you look at dad eating mom's pussy," Maggie Sawyer whispered to her brother outside the bungalow as she peeked through the window. "I didn't know they went in for that kind of action. God, I'll bet dad's got five inches of tongue up mom's cunt."
"C'mon, Maggie, get away from there," Billy Sawyer nervously hissed at his sister. "You don't have any business spying on mom and dad like that. They've got a right to get it on by themselves if they want to."
"I know you're right," Maggie answered under her breath, "but I just can't make myself stop watching. It's really a turn-on. You should get a load of the expression on mom's face while dad sucks her pussy. I've never seen her more beautiful."
"Well, you can do what you want, but I'm leaving," Billy hoarsely whispered. "I don't want to be around when they catch you spying on them. Then the shit'll really hit the fan."
"Hah!" Maggie scoffed. "The way those two are going at it, a bomb could go off and they wouldn't notice it. Come here, Billy. Do yourself a favor and just grab a peek. This is really something."
Billy thought about it for a moment.
"Okay," he said reluctantly, "I'll take a look. But then you have to promise you'll leave with me."
Maggie nodded in agreement, secretly thinking that her brother would get as turned-on as she was once he witnessed their parents in action. That would be just perfect, because then Billy would be perfectly primed for a performance of his own. Maggie would leave with her brother all right, but only when Billy was so horny that he would have to do the same kinds of things to her that their father was doing to their mother.
Billy came to the window alongside Maggie. He got there just in time to see and hear his pussy-thrusting mother come in his cunt-sucking father's face.
"Oooooh, my pussy's so wet," Emmy Sawyer cried, grinding her twat against Art's gulping mouth. "Can you taste it, honey? Taste my pussy juice? There's so much of it I'll bet it's running down your throat."
"Jeee-sus," Billy wheezed as he looked on. "They really are doing a number, aren't they?"
"I'll bet they'll be fucking in a minute," Maggie sighed. "Just look at the size of dad's cock."
Maggie's prediction started coming true right on schedule. Once she had climaxed from her husband's busy tongue, Emmy Sawyer moved back across the room, landing on a couch. She parted her legs as far as they would go. Glistening with Art's spit, her cunt yawned with anticipation and spread even wider when she fingered her pussy lips.
"Fuck me, Art!" Emmy demanded of her eager husband.
"I never knew mom had such a gorgeous cunt," Maggie sighed with admiration at the window. "What do you think, Billy? Some pussy, huh?"
" Jeeeee-sus," Billy repeated, ogling his mother's open cunt.
"And just check out dad's prick, will you," . Maggie urged. "Wow, is he hung! But he needs to be to give mom's pussy the kind of fucking it deserves."
Art Sawyer approached his spread-eagled wife with his hard-on in his fist. Emmy had him so horny he was practically drooling.
"Oh, am I gonna fuck you," he rasped. "Cram my cock in your cunt and split you in two."
"Is that a threat or a promise, stud?" Emmy Sawyer leered at her advancing husband.
"What do you think?" Art said, leering back.' "It better be both," Emmy panted, "because I want it all tonight. As far as I'm concerned, you're the only man in the world, and I'm the only woman. Fuck me senseless, or I'm going to be very disappointed."
"You won't be!" Art declared.
Then he was on her. Kneeling between Emmy's stretched thighs, he shoved his rigid prick into her fuck-hungry pussy .
When his cock was hilted in her cunt, Emmy wrapped her legs around Art and bumped her ass on the couch. From the beginning, Art was driving, drilling his prick as deep as it would go in his wife's pussy.
"Oh, Art . . . Art!" Emmy groaned, writhing. "I can feel every inch of your cock in my cunt. You're so big, so strong tonight. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Emmy was massaging Art's balls as he pumped his prick in her pussy and he was mauling her tits. The couch-springs squealed from its fucking burden, mixing in erotic harmony with male grunts and sultry female moans.
As she and Billy eavesdropped on their parents, Maggie told her brother, "This is fantastic. I've never seen two people fucking before. Have you?"
"Seen some pictures," Billy gulped, his breathing hard. "But never in the flesh."
"It's something, huh?" Maggie gulped too. "God it makes me so damn horny. How 'bout you?"
Billy didn't answer, so Maggie decided to check out his reaction on her own. She dropped her hand to his crotch and copped a feel, immediately delighted that she had. Billy's cock and balls were pulsating under his jeans, his prick rock-solid and his balls churning.
Maggie couldn't resist. She impulsively unzipped her brother's fly and-stuffed her hand into his pants, fumbling for Billy's hard-on.
"Ooooooh," she whispered hotly in her brother's ear, "your prick is so stiff. Just like dad's. I'll bet you could fuck me as good as he's doing to mom. Want to?"
Billy stared at Maggie, his face a twitching mask of lust.
"Right here?" he panted, as his sister hauled his prick from his jeans, tugging the foreskin over his cock-head.
"I can't wait to go someplace else to get it on . . . and I don't think you can either," Maggie said huskily.
By the time she had finished speaking, Billy's hands were all over her. One of them was inside her blouse and the other under the waistband of her summer shorts.
Maggie fell to the ground under her brother's crush. Billy had her stripped within seconds, while she unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. Then he was guiding his hard-on into her cunt as he crouched between her spread legs. All at once, brother and sister were fucking on the sand, the same as their parents were doing inside the bungalow.
"Oh, your cock is so big in my pussy, Billy," Maggie gasped in her brother's ear as he fucked her deeply. "Just the way dad's hard-on is in mom's cunt. This is so great, mom and me getting balled at the same time by the two Sawyer pricks."
"Just shut up and fuck, Sis," Billy grumbled, obviously irritated at having his cock compared to his father's. "Forget about dad and mom. All that matters between us now is my prick in your pussy."
"Whatever you say, stud," Maggie moaned. "I'm not complaining, just so long as my cunt is full of your prick. Fuck me good, Billy, fuck me hard!"
As Maggie lifted her legs, Billy grabbed his sister's asscheeks. His cock was hammering her pussy, battering its depths with powerful strokes.
"Oh, Billy . . . Billy," Maggie puffed with excitement, "you're fucking me even better today than you did last night. Your prick seems even bigger in my cunt."
Her legs were hooked over her brother's shoulders and her pussy was answering his every cock-thrust with a surge of its own. Then Billy made it even better. He took one of Maggie's tits in his mouth and closed his teeth around the nipple.
"Yessssss, Billy," Maggie hissed. "Bite me, bite my tit. Make it hurt. I'll come twice as much."
Billy's teeth clamped his sister's nipple, grinding. Maggie let out a gust of air and then swooned, suddenly climaxing.
"Coming so good ... so much!" she reported to her brother. "Ooooooh, you're doing it to me, Billy. I'm on fire inside!"
Now Billy's hands moved from his sister's asscheeks into the crack of her ass. His fingers dug into her, meeting at her asshole. Then one finger from each hand pierced her tight asshole.
"Yes, yes, that's it," Maggie babbled with joy. "Finger my ass while you're fucking my cunt. It's so funky ... so dirty."
Billy gouged his sister's ass so deeply that he could feel his cock pumping away in her pussy just a notch above. He couldn't go on for long like this without coming.
His voice was sandpapery, grating. "Gonna come now. Come in your cunt, Sis!"
Till me up, Billy," Maggie urged. "Flood my pussy with your hot jizz." "Here it comes."
Billy's cock expanded in Maggie's cunt and blew its top. There was a cascade of sizzling jism. The cum swamped Maggie's pussy, saturating her all the way up her womb. Her insides were dripping with her brother's cream, and his dick was still shooting.
The impact of Billy's cum in her pussy gave Maggie's own climax a new head of steam. She was virtually hysterical with excitement. Her mind too boggled for her own good.
"Fuck me forever!" she recklessly cried, completely forgetting about the unusual circumstances of the situation.
Billy's cock not only dried up in Maggie's cunt, but instantaneously shriveled. Billy pulled out, shaking with anger.
"Jesus, you stupid bitch!" he hissed at his sister, clamping her mouth with the paw of his hand. "Mom and dad are just inside the cabin. Shit, they had to've heard you."
Billy was right.
Art and Emmy Sawyer had been cuddling on the couch after finishing their fuck. Maggie's scream straightened them up, as it shattered the night.
"What the hell was that?" Art asked his wife.
"God, I don't know," Emmy said, shaking her head. "But it was right outside."
Art got up and put on his pants, telling his wife he guessed he'd better check things out. Up at the window, Billy winced as he realized he and Maggie would soon be face to face with their father if they didn't get a move on.
"Dad's coming out here," Billy whirled and hissed through clenched teeth at his moaning sister. "Let's go."
He grabbed Maggie's arm and tried to pull her to her feet, but she was a dead weight, too far gone to move. She just kept moaning, obviously unaware of what Billy was talking about. Still clinging to her orgasm, she was in an erotic trance. When Billy let go of her arm, her head flopped over and hit a rock, making her even woozier.
The latch on the bungalow door clicked.
"Okay, have it your way, bitch!" Billy seethed at his unresponsive sister. "You take the heat. I'm getting the hell out of here."
"Wha-what?" Maggie slurred like she was drunk, more affected by the blow on her head than her brother realized. "What're you talking about. I wanna fuck some more."
There was no reasoning with Maggie in her present state. Billy snatched his pants and ran just before his father came around the side of the bunglaow.
"Who's out here?" Art Sawyer called into the night, a flashlight in his hand. "What's going on?"
"Wanna fuck some more," Maggie murmured, believing she was still talking to her brother.
Then the flashlight beam hit her.
Chapter Three
Art Sawyer found his daughter sprawled naked on the sand, spread-legged with cum leaking from her cunt.
"Oh, my God!" he gasped under his breath.
"What is it, Art?" his wife called from the bungalow. "Who's out there?"
Gazing down at his lewdly posed daughter, Art made a snap decision.
"Nothing, Emmy," he lied, calling back to his wife. "Must have been a stray drunk. No problem. Nobody's out here now."
"Then come back inside."
Art did go back into the bungalow, but just long enough to get his wallet and quickly put on a shirt and some shoes.
"All this has made me hungry," he told Emmy as he jangled the car keys in his hand. "Want some pizza? I think I'll go get some."
"Sure, why not?" Emmy said with a shrug. "That sounds kind of romantic, like we were a couple of kids again. As long as you're sure that there's nobody out there and I don't have anything to worry about being here by myself while you're gone."
"Wouldn't leave you alone if I thought there was any problem," Art said impatiently.
"All right, if you say so," Emmy said, clearly puzzled by her husband's quick shift in mood.
Realizing he had to leave Emmy content, Art softened his voice and told his wife to get in bed and wait for him. There was no reason they couldn't pick up where they'd left off when he got back, he said, and Emmy was still horny enough for that to get her mind off of anything else but the chance of more fucking.
"I'll be waiting," she purred, at ease again, "but you'd better damn well have a fresh hard-on to go along with that pizza."
"Check," Art said, and then was out the door. He waited a moment to make sure Emmy hadn't decided to follow him, then dashed to where he had seen Maggie lying.
She was still there. The only change was that now she was fingering her pussy, so desperate to come that she was getting herself off.
There was no time for any conversation that might be overheard. Art reached down and scooped up his naked daughter without a word, slinging her over his shoulder.
"Daddy," Maggie gurgled with recognition as her father carried her toward the car. "Am I dreaming or is this really you?"
"Shhh," Art cautioned. "Just be quiet until I get you out of here."
Then he had her in the car. He couldn't get rolling fast enough, leaving a patch of rubber as he pushed the accelerator to the floor.
"I'm dreaming ... I know I am," Maggie mur- mured as the car sped along the two-lane road. "If I wasn't, you'd have already killed me . . . finding me like this."
Her nude body was curled on the seat, her tits hanging down. Art couldn't take his eyes off her tits. The nipples were still red and hard, obviously in a state of continued arousal.
"Look at you!" he snapped at his jiggling daughter.
"Mmmm, you're doing enough of that for both of us, Daddy," Maggie purred. "Wanna see more?"
Before Art could react, Maggie propped a knee on the dashboard and laid her other leg across the seat in the direction of her father. Her wide-open pussy dribbled cum all over the upholstery.
"Like my cunt, Daddy?" Maggie leered. "Does it turn you on as much as mom's pussy?"
"Shut your mouth!" Art barked at his daughter. "You dirty little slut. You're in enough trouble already-just leave your mother out of this."
"I saw you," Maggie giggled, still so woozy that she was not intimidated by her father's anger.
"S-saw what?" Art stammered, as if there was something to be ashamed of.
"Saw you getting it on with mom," Maggie said. -Your cock was sooooo big, Daddy. You were fucking her on the couch, driving your prick into her cunt. You know what?"
Art didn't answer. He tried to look away but couldn't as Maggie rubbed her pussy and sighed.
"The more I think about you and mom getting it on, the more 1 wish it was me you were fucking,"
Maggie panted. "The way mom was carrying on while you were fucking her makes me jealous. I just know you cock would feel so good in my pussy. Make me come so much."
Maggie thrust her naked body across the seat. Suddenly she was crawling all over her startled father, stuffing her hand into his pants.
When his horny daughter fingered his cock and balls, Art Sawyer felt himself grow weak. The steering wheel slipped from his trembling hands, and the car swerved off the road.
It could have been dangerous. Fortunately, there was nothing but sand along the shore-front. The car traveled about twenty yards out of control and then thumped to a stop when it plowed into a dune. Its wheels spun with no further traction. The engine died. The car was beached, like a wayward fish that had run out of ocean. There was nowhere to go.
"Mmmmm, groovy," Maggie crooned to her shaken father. "It's just you and me, Daddy. Nobody else exists. Let's fuck."
She paused, her breathing incomparably sensual.
"Let's fuck," she said again, squeezing her father's cock inside his pants so it jumped in her grip.
' 'C-can't do it,'' Art stuttered. 11 You're my own daughter. It-it's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong when you want it bad enough," Maggie whispered hotly in her father's ear. "And I know you want your cock in my cunt as bad as I want you to put it there. Your prick wouldn't be this hard if you didn't want to fuck me, Daddy." .
She stroked her father's cock, feeling it throb in her grip. With her free hand, she grabbed Art's wrist and crammed his fingers between her thighs so he could feel her wet pussy.
"Oh, God," Art groaned, "don't do this to me."
"You can't say no," Maggie crooned with a licking tongue inside her father's ear. "Fuck me . . . fuck me, Daddy . . . fuck my cunt with your big, strong cock."
While she continued stroking his prick in his pants, Maggie kissed her father on the lips. Her tongue went inside his mouth. Art's head beat like a drum as his horny, naked daughter poured it on.
"Okay," Art gave in when the kiss was broken.
"You're right, Maggie. I can't turn you down. I may be your father . . . but, damn, I'm a man first."
"And what a man," Maggie mewled, running her fingers along her father's straining cock for emphasis. "C'mon, let's get out of the car and do it on the sand. Fuck me under the stars, Daddy. It's so natural."
Pulling away from her father, Maggie scooted across the seat and opened the door on the passenger's side, tumbling onto the sand. With her father trailing her in horny pursuit, she crawled to the top of the dune. There, as though on an erotic altar, Maggie reclined with her legs spread. The moonlight hit the space between her open thighs, making her blonde cunt sparkle.
Art caught up with her. His excited cock sprang forth as he dropped his pants. Then he moved between Maggie's legs, falling to his knees with his hard-on in his hand, ready to fuck his own daughter.
"Oh, yes, Daddy, stick it in! Fuck me!" Maggie cried, pulling her pussy lips apart to make a wide fucking tunnel for her father's massive prick. "Fuck me the way I saw you do mom! Only better!"
Art's cock-head entered the gap of his daughter's gash, testing the moist warmth of her teenage cunt. The contact turned Maggie's father into a rutting animal. His hips surged, and with a single surge his prick was buried in Maggie's pussy all the way to his churning balls.
"That's it, Daddy, nice 'n' deep," Maggie groaned joyously. "Your cock is so big, so tight in my cunt! Inside me so far."
Her ass squirmed, and her hips rocked. Maggie twisted her father's cock within her pussy, generating friction that had Art gasping.
Automatically, Art's hands went to his daughter's lush tits to provide the perfect complement to the deep fuck he was throwing into her cunt with his pistoning prick. Maggie's erect nipples popped up between Art's squeezing fingers and he pinched them hard. Maggie writhed in the sand, her senses boiling.
"I'm coming, Daddy!" she squealed. "You're making it happen for me already! God, I love what you're doing to me!"
Art fucked his daughter harder and harder. He knew now, as his big cock jackhammered Maggie's deep pussy, that there had always been a secret urge deep in his soul to fuck her. He had hidden it from himself because he was a decent man to whom incest was unthinkable. Unthinkable until his daughter was naked before him, her legs spread, her wide-open cunt challenging his straining cock to fuck it.
When the chips were down, Art recognized, there was no man who could resist fucking his own daughter if the situation were right. A middle-aged man was so vulnerable to the sensual charms of a beautiful teenage girl. If she was his own flesh and blood, the attraction was even more compelling.
Art felt no guilt as his prick stabbed his daughter's juicy cunt. All he felt was wild pleasure. Maggie's pussy was so tight, so wet ... so willing. Her cunt was made for the thrusts of his eager cock. As long as he was fucking her, his conscience was clear.
"Like me, Daddy?" Maggie asked, as she wriggled beneath her surging father. "Like the way I fuck?"
"What can I say?" Art panted, drilling his long cock to the core of his daughter's spasming pussy.
"Tell me I'm the best you ever fucked, Daddy," Maggie insisted. "Tell me I'm an even better piece of ass than mom."
She squeezed the walls of her pussy around her father's hiked cock for emphasis.
"Yes . . . yes," Art grunted. "Whatever you ?ay, Maggie."
"Say it, Daddy, I wanna hear you say it."
"All right," Art choked his admission.
"Y-you're something else, Maggie. Fucking your mother has never been like fucking you."
"Mom's cunt isn't as tight as mine, is it, Daddy?" Maggie persisted.
"No."
"Or as deep?" "No." "Or wet?" "No."
"And when you come, your cock's gonna shoot more jizz in my pussy than it's ever creamed. Right, Daddy?"
"You're the boss, Maggie," Art completely submitted to his daughter's lust for flattery, believing every word he said. "Fucking you is better than I ever thought I'd get."
"Mmmm, I'm satisfied, Daddy," Maggie answered. "Now, let's stop talking and just fuck. I've been doing all the coming so far, now it's about time for you to get your rocks off. I can't wait to feel your hot cum in my thirsty cunt."
She wrapped her legs around her father's waist, squeezing for all she was worth so his crotch ground against hers, every inch of his prick shafting her pussy. Father and daughter remained locked this way, maximizing the friction that would soon lead to the eruption of Art's hiked cock.
Then it happened. Art's cock swelled an extra inch within his daughter's cunt and his balls jumped, clinging to the root of his prick. A split second later, there was an explosion of gushing cream from Art's cock-head and Maggie's cunt was instantly drenched with cum.
"Ooooooh, so hot . . . what hot jizz," Maggie moaned as her father's hard-on spurted repeatedly in her cunt.
She rubbed her father's balls, getting all the jism she could out of them. Art's prick responded with superhuman effort, squirting long after it would have normally dried up.
By the time his cock had slowed to a dribble, Art had unloaded so much cum that his daughter's cunt couldn't hold it all. The jizz was leaking down her loins and trickling into the split of her ass. Her crotch was a sticky mess from thigh to thigh, and from her belly to her ass.
"You bring out the best in me, baby," Art sighed, withdrawing his spent prick from his daughter's cum-soaked pussy. To his surprise his cock had not lost an inch of hardness.
"Oooooh, Daddy, look at you!" Maggie squealed with delight at the sight of her father's unyielding hard-on. "You better believe I'm gonna take advantage of this. I want more. As long as your cock's stiff, you're gonna have to keep right on fucking me."
"Where?" Art eagerly responded, out of his head with horniness. "How do you want it this time?"
"A mouth-fuck would hit the spot," Maggie said. "After all, I haven't tasted your cum yet. And I'll bet it's sweet."
"You got it, sweetheart," Art reacted, offering his rigid cock to his wanton daughter.
Art expected Maggie to sit up and initiate the blow-job the way women usually did. But, instead, Maggie continued to lay back, still in a standard fucking position.
"You come to me," she told her father. "I don't want to just suck your cock. I want you to really fuck my mouth with your prick. Use my mouth just like it was a cunt, your hairy crotch grinding right in my face. No playing around. Just straight, driving, deep-throating prick."
Art shook his head with awe, muttering, "You do have a way of putting things."
"I'm a girl who knows what she wants," Maggie crooned. "Now it's your job to give it to me, Daddy. After all, what are fathers for, except to give their little girls what they want? And right now this little girl wants your big cock fucking her mouth the same way it just fucked her cunt. Dig it, Daddy?"
"Yes. God, yes!" Art Sawyer answered his daughter with as much conviction as he had ever mustered in his life. "I'll fuck your mouth, all right. Your throat'11 be sore for a week. Every time you swallow, you'll think about my cock."
"I would anyway, Daddy," Maggie said with a chuckle. "A deep-throating mouth-fuck'll just be icing on the cake. Now come on, feed me your big, fat prick. Deep as you can."
Then Art kneeled over his daughter's face, gripping his prick. He angled his hard-on, pushing the cock-head into the oval of Maggie's lips and down her throat. Maggie never gagged, never choked, even though she was forced to swallow inch after inch of thick prick within seconds.
Now Art's cock was hilted. It was so deep that Maggie's lips were nuzzling her father's hairy balls.
Art's crotch started to roll. His prick moved back and forth, in and out. Maggie turned on the oral suction, generating friction with her lips, tongue, teeth and gums.
"Oooooh, baby," Art moaned from the stimulation. "Your mouth really is like your cunt. If I closed my eyes and didn't know better, I'd swear I was fucking your pussy all over again."
What her father just said was music to Maggie's ears. When a man said something like that it meant you were fulfilled as a woman. And when your own father said it, it made you feel like you might live forever.
Art fucked Maggie's mouth just as hard, perhaps even harder, than he had fucked her pussy. His cock was a battering ram, driving to the farthest possible depths.
As he mouth-fucked her, Maggie grabbed hold of her father's asscheeks. Then she dug into Art's crack, her fingertips meeting at the pucker of his asshole.
"Stick a finger in my ass," Art responded to the gouging in his ass. "Work it around inside me. I'll shoot twice as much cum down your throat, baby, if you do."
Maggie did not need to be prompted to finger-fuck her father's ass. She didn't penetrate her father's asshole with just one digit, but two. Once they were well within the gritty asshole, she curled her fingers so she could use her knuckles as a driving force.
"Arrrgghh," Art groaned, "you don't know what you're doing to me."
Oh, yes, I do, Maggie thought. She knew the way the male body worked.
There was the sensitive interior gland at the base of the balls, for example. Maggie slanted the thrust of her knuckles downward and gouged it. Her father's ass jumped in the air in response. His cock got even harder. It fucked Maggie's mouth with even greater intensity.
"Christ, Maggie, my prick feels at least a foot long," Art gasped. "Your mouth is magic. If you didn't have a cunt it wouldn't make any difference."
Art made the move to fully satisfy his daughter. His hand dropped between her thighs and rubbed the erect bud at the summit of her pussy, providing the extra dimension to accompany the mouth-fuck he was throwing into Maggie.
Maggie showed her appreciation by wriggling her ass. Her father's thumb squashed her clit, sending bolts of electricity up her spine, guaranteeing she would come.
In fact, it happened for Maggie immediately. She had an orgasm that blew her mind. And such a climax could only intensify her share of the mouth-fucking. She clamped and sucked on her father's deep-thrusting cock like she intended to chew it from his crotch.
"Shit! Can't hold it in anymore," Art gasped in response. "Gonna come so much. My cock's ready to blow, baby!"
t)o it, Daddy, do it! Maggie screamed mentally.
Give me a bellyful of your hot jizz! I promise to swallow every drop of your cum! "Gonna be a flood!" Art declared. "A fucking flood 01 my cum down your throat!"
Deep in his daughter's spasming gullet, Art's cock burst. It produced a jet stream of jism on its first spurt, a cascade on the second.
But Maggie's cheeks didn't even swell from the burden of her father's gushing cream. She sucked down the jizz as fast as it squirted. Her belly glowed as it received the cum, eager to digest it from the splash of the first drop.
Her father's jism was even sweeter than Maggie had anticipated. And hotter. But the biggest treat was its volume. It was incredible that her father's cock could shoot so much cream after already having come in her cunt.
When his prick was finally spent, Art sighed, "Christ, didn't think I'd ever stop coming."
Maggie breathed deeply in response. With her mouth still stuffed with her father's big cock, there was nowhere for the exhaled air to go but out her nose. It blew bubbles of jism out her nostrils. They popped, flecking Maggie's lips.
Now Art removed his prick from his daughter's mouth. His cock-head was still dripping with cum, so he wiped it on Maggie's face. She accepted it with a wag of her head, so there was a silvery slash of jism from one cheek to the other, connected across the bridge of her nose.
"Oooooh, Daddy, too bad," Maggie said with a chuckle, looking at her father's crotch. "Your prick's getting soft."
"You'd make it hard again if I let you," Art said with a grin. "We've got to get back. Your mother will start to wonder what happened to me."
"Is mom expecting you to fuck her again?" Maggie asked. "The last time I saw her she was plenty hot."
"As a matter of fact, yes," Art admitted.
"What are you going to do about it?" Maggie said, betraying her jealousy.
"Don't worry. After fucking you, I couldn't get my cock up again for your mother with a gun to my head," Art reassured his daughter. "Fortunately, running the car off the road gives m e a perfect excuse. I'll say I wrenched my back or something getting out of the sand. Your mother and I've been married so long she's used to being disappointed."
"She'd better get a lot more used to it," Maggie smirked. "Because from now on, mom's gonna have a lot of competition."
"You don't have to tell me that," Art Sawyer told his daughter.
"Just making sure you know what's what, Daddy," Maggie said, her voice abruptly firm. "I'm the kind of girl who likes to make certain of things."
"You're telling me." Art laughed nervously as what he'd let himself in for thoroughly sank in. "Come on, give me a hand on getting the car back on the road. You get behind the wheel and I'll push. If we hurry up, we can still make it into the village before everything closes. I promised your mother a pizza."
"That's the only promise to her you'd better keep tonight," Maggie warned, only half-joking. "I'll be checking."
"Don't I know it," Art sighed, glancing back and forth between his naked daughter and his sticky dick. "I don't underestimate you for a second, Maggie."
"You'd better not, Daddy."
Chapter Four
"What the hell happened?" Billy asked Maggie the first time they were alone together again.
"What makes you think anything happened, little brother?" Maggie answered with a smirk.
"Come on, Sis. You know what I'm talking about," Billy snapped in frustration. "When I left you last night outside the cabin, you were bare-ass naked. Out of your mind and flat on your back with your legs spread and my cum leaking out of your pussy. Then a couple hours later, you come waltzing in with dad and pepperoni pizza. What gives?"
"Simple. I got up and got away before anybody could find me the way I was," Maggie lied. "I circled back and was walking along the road when dad picked me up. I gave him a line of jive and he swallowed it hook, line and sinker. No problem."
"I don't know," Billy sighed warily. "There's something funny here. Can't put my finger on it, but ..."
"Oh, don't strain your brain, little brother," Maggie purred, fooling with the buttons on Billy's shirt. "Thinking's never been your strong point. Just go with the flow. Nothing happened. We're both off the hook."
Maggie knew that she had to come on to Billy to get his mind off the inconsistencies of her story about last night. The last thing she wanted was her brother sniffing around the truth. Even with the lusty abandon that was her trademark, Maggie feared anybody guessing that she had fucked her father.
So now Maggie worked her charm on Billy, distracting him from anything but the here and now. Her best defense was her body. Billy's suspicions would fade if she could get his brains between his legs.
Maggie unbuttoned her brother's shirt and slipped her knee between his legs, rubbing his cock.
"Forget about all the confusion last night, Billy," she purred. "This is now, and I'm hot. Nobody's around. Mom and dad are in the village, and we've got the cabin all to ourselves. You know what I want."
"It-it's too risky," Billy gulped. "After last night, I'm spooked about fucking you anymore. If we keep fucking, we're gonna get caught. It's just a matter of time."
"Then why is your cock getting so hard, little brother?" Maggie cooed, massaging Billy's swelling prick with her upper leg.
"I never said you don't turn me on, Sis," Billy said. "But I've got to fight it. Mom and dad would never understand if they found out about us. It'd kill them if they knew we were fucking. We owe it to them to cut it out."
"Bullshit," Maggie murmured, turning the vulgar phrase into a seductive trill. "I owe it to myself to get your big cock inside my cunt any way I can. When you're as horny as I am, you've got to think of yourself."
"Please, Sis, stop!" Billy pleaded, wincing as his crotch bucked despite his better judgment.
Maggie finished opening her brother's shirt and laid her face against his bare chest. She put her mouth over one of his tiny male nipples and sucked it. Then she tongued it. Billy shivered with uncontrollable arousal.
Now Maggie dropped to her knees. She unzipped Billy's fly with such quickness that he couldn't react before her hand was inside his jeans. By then it was too late for him to get away. Maggie had her fingers around his cock and was stroking the foreskin back and forth over the swollen crown.
"Maybe you'd feel more comfortable about fucking me if I sucked your prick first," Maggie seductively crooned.
"How did I get into this?" Billy muttered. "We're headed for nothing but trouble."
"Call it anything you want," Maggie answered with a lewd grin. "But I need it. And I'll do anything to get it. Anything!"
"What do you mean?" Billy gulped, taken suddenly by a new kind of fear.
"Do I really have to spell it out for you, little brother?" Maggie said smugly. "Do I really have to remind you that all I'd have to do is spill the beans about you and me, and you'd take the fall? After all, I just have to say you forced me to fuck you and you're screwed. They always believe the girl."
"You ... you wouldn't do that," Billy choked.
"Of course not. Not if you give me what I want," Maggie repeated. "And I mean willingly. I don't want to rape you any more than I want to blackmail you."
She paused, laughing darkly.
"But, believe me, I'm capable of both," she resumed her ultimatum. "Capable of anything."
"Don't I know it," Billy said, reading the handwriting on the wall.
"Then don't fight it, little brother. It won't do you a damn bit of good," Maggie warned.
With that, she pulled Billy's cock out of his jeans. His prick was hard. Even harder when she closed her lips over the head of his cock and sucked his prick deep into her mouth.
Now Maggie undid the jeans and pulled them all the way down along with Billy's shorts. She clasped her brother's bare asscheeks with gouging fingers and pulled his crotch against her face, stuffing his cock down her throat.
Billy gave in completely, moaning, "Suck me, Sis. Suck my prick ... the way only you can do it."
"Suck it, hell," Maggie thought. "I'm not just gonna suck your prick, little brother. I'm gonna fuck your prick. Fuck your cock with my mouth."
And she did. She rocked her head on her neck the same way she would her cunt with her hips if her brother's cock were in her pussy. Her mouth was an oral cunt, squeezing, keeping the damp pressure on Billy's hard-on.
Then, adding to the stimulation, Maggie rubbed her brother's balls until they were burning her fingers.
"Sis," Billy gasped with groin-bucking excitement, "you're really something else. Why did I think I could say no to you? My cock's yours any time you want it."
Maggie was hardly surprised by her brother's admission. She had counted on it. As long as she could get inside a guy's pants, he was hers. She had the power on her side. The power of sex. When the female turns aggressor, the male is her meat.
Right now the power was concentrated in her mouth. A mouth that was as greedy as it was expert, as it serviced her brother's hard-on. Maggie used every oral, tool she had at her command on Billy's prick-her lips, tongue, teeth and gums. And she used her throat-her deep, spasming throat.
"My cock's ready to shoot," Billy croaked, ramming his prick halfway down to his sister's belly. "Gonna give you some cream to swallow, Sis."
He curled an arm around the back of Maggie's head, catching her skull in the crook of his elbow. Flexing his bicep and forearm, Billy whammed his sister's face into his thrusting cock, slamming her with his muscular prick.
Then Billy's hiked cock blew. Its spurting cum went straight to Maggie's stomach. She didn't even have to suck it down.
Billy didn't have to urge his sister to drink the jizz from his squirting prick. He knew she would do that as surely as he knew that he was male and she was female.
When his cock was spent and he withdrew it from his sister's mouth, Billy looked down at Maggie's grinning face and knew that the action was just beginning. His prick remained rock-solid, angling up from his twitching crotch at the sight of his sister with his cum dripping from her smile.
Now Maggie stood up. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts with nothing on underneath, almost as sexy clothed as she was naked. But, of course, Billy undressed her. Maggie told him he had to with her smoldering eyes. She had "fuck-me" written all over her.
Raising Maggie's t-shirt over her head, Billy pressed his face against his sister's big tits. Then, as he sucked a nipple, he reached below and dropped her shorts. One of his hands clasped her smooth ass, while the other slipped into her crotch and fingered her wet, bare cunt.
Maggie back-pedaled, leading her brother across the room toward the nearest bed. There, she fell back on the mattress, pulling Billy on top of her. His hips dropped between her open thighs and his cock-head replaced his fingers at the moist gash of her pussy.
"Shove it in," Maggie urged hotly, tonguing Billy's ear for emphasis while her brother crushed her beneath him. "Fuck my cunt with every inch of your big, fat cock."
"Ohh, yeeeeaahh," Billy groaned with pleasure as his prick sank into the damp gorge of his sister's deep cunt. "Feels sooo goooood."
"Gonna feel even better. I guarantee it," Maggie groaned when Billy's cock-head touched bottom in her pussy.
Maggie pulled out all stops. Her hips, ass, crotch and pussy walls all came into play at once, each part moving in its separate way. Her demanding thighs clutched her brother's torso, wriggling, launching Billy on a matchless erotic ride.
Billy would have pistoned his prick in his sister's cunt in any event. But with Maggie moving with such magic, his cock-thrusts took on an extra dimension. Billy wasn't just fucking his sister; he felt like an artist creating a masterpiece.
"Mmmmmm, this is the best fuck you've thrown into me yet," Maggie told her hard-charging brother. "Your cock feels like it's ripping me to pieces. I'll come so much!"
She interrupted herself with a joyous squeal, for she was abruptly climaxing, surprising even herself. It was an electric sensation that she wanted to hold onto as long as possible, so she reached into the crush of loins and fingered her own clit to add to the driving prick in her pussy.
In the meantime, Billy had pushed both of his sister's tits together and had both of her nipples in his mouth at once. In addition to sucking the tender buds of flesh, he sandpapered them with the raspy side of his tongue.
Maggie's original orgasm ran its course, but its passing was of no concern to her. It was immediately replaced by a second, even stronger climax. Maggie soared.
"It just keeps getting better and better," she told her humping, sucking brother in a husky voice. "Fuck my cunt . . . suck my tits. Keep me coming.
Don't ever wanna stop!"
Billy was eager to please his sister, but he also had to think of his own needs. As he fucked Maggie nonstop, the pressure steadily built in his crotch. Soon his balls ached. He couldn't hold back his cum any longer.
Releasing his sister's spit-soaked nipples from his mouth, Billy announced, "Got to let go! Shoot my cum in your cunt!"
His prick jammed Maggie's pussy with a final lurch, as rigid as a length of steel and as hot as a branding iron. Then his cock was a ten-inch volcano, blowing wild with its molten contents.
Maggie got a pussy full of more jism than she had anticipated. But was hardly complaining.
"Blast me! Drown me with your cum!" Maggie wailed. She was in the vise of her own climax as her brother's jizz flowed within her cunt, her third orgasm since she and Billy had started fucking.
"My balls feel like they're turning inside-out," Billy reported with a gasp. The cream continued pouring from the muzzle of his shafted prick, swamping his sister's pussy.
Then, as Billy groaned with a final convulsion of release, his cock spurted its last. His cock movement stopped within Maggie's pussy, coming to rest in a channel drenched with its own cum. Maggie's cunt was sticky and warm, her pussy walls expanding and contracting with the beat of her heart. Her cunt felt too good for Billy to pull out.
"Mmmm, you know what?" Maggie sighed to her brother. "Your cock's still hard. You haven't lost an inch, stud." She wriggled her ass.
"Bet you could fuck me all over again if I wanted it," she said.
"Do you, Sis?" Billy automatically asked. "What do you think?"
"I think you want all the prick you can get," Billy expressed what was obvious. "As long as my cock's stiff, you can't leave it alone."
"You're on the money, stud," Maggie crooned. "And aren't you glad you're so young and strong, with, mmmm, so much stamina. Not to mention how lucky you are to have a sister like me, who knows how to put your, uh, energy to good use."
Now Maggie wiggled out from under her brother so his cock left her cunt. Unplugged, her pussy oozed with overflowing jizz that streaked down her thighs and dampened her ass.
"How come you're moving away, Sis?" Billy asked. "Thought you wanted me to fuck you again?"
"Oh, don't worry, I do, I do," Maggie chuckled. "But at the moment my pussy's a little too sloppy with your cum from the last fuck for the best results. I need a little cleaning "out."
That said, Maggie stuffed a handful of fingers deep within her gooey cunt, circulating them in a reaming motion. When she withdrew them, they were dripping with jizz. She immediately transferred her fingers to her mouth, sucking them to the knuckles. Then she repeated the process two more times, until enough of her brother's jism was removed to restore the inner tunnel of her wide- open cunt to its natural pink.
"Now," she said, flexing her scraped pussy, "we can start all over again nice 'n' clean. Just follow my lead, little brother. We're gonna try something a little different this time. Don't wanna get stale, y'know, like we were some kind of old married couple."
With Billy's eyes upon her, Maggie left the bed and went over to a chair. There she knelt, her face cheek-down on the seat and her ass in the air. She parted her asscheeks, flashing a succulent rear-view of her glistening cunt.
"Come over here, and dog-fuck me," she instructed her brother.
"God, Sis, you're raw." Billy laughed with approval. "You look like a bitch in heat."
"That's the general idea," Maggie giggled. "Can't you smell me? You better hurry up and get your cock inside my pussy before you have some four-footed competition."
Billy was led by his pointing hard-on toward his sister's spread flanks. When he reached the juicy target, he wasted no time on preparation. His cock didn't need his hand to guide it as his prick shot into the vertical gap of Maggie's cunt.
There was no hesitation. Billy shafted Maggie's pussy to his balls with his first cock-thrust. Then, with his prick hiked, he draped himself over his sister's back, clutching her tits to hold on for what was certain to be a wild and bumpy ride.
"Ooooh, it's so deep this way," Maggie reported as her brother's cock drilled her cunt from behind. "I love fucking like this. I really do feel like a bitch in heat. A fucking animal! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Billy's belly heaved against his sister's asscheeks while he drove his prick to the core of her cunt. At the same time, he mauled her tits, doing painful things to her nipples.
Maggie was flirting with a climax already, but still she was greedy for even more stimulation.
"One hand's enough to tear up my tits," she told her brother. "Put the other one to work on my ass. A couple of fingers up my asshole would just about round this number out, stud. Do it to me."
Billy acted to honor his sister's funky request as if it were a reflex like breathing for him to do so. The more low-down and dirty Maggie became, the more readily Billy responded to her. She was all his teenage fantasies rolled into one, in the flesh . . . in the same family. The raunchier things got, the more natural it seemed to Billy to be fucking with his own sister.
Billy wouldn't put anything past Maggie. And when they were both naked and thrusting, breathing the humid air of incestuous lust, he didn't put anything past himself.
So, now, Billy stabbed a couple of fingers up his sister's asshole, ignoring the tightness of her asshole to penetrate to the last knuckles.
"Dig it in," Maggie urged. "Make a claw."
Billy curled his fingers in Maggie's asshole, his knuckled flexing against the upper wall, while his nails gouged into the tender lining at the bottom. He couldn't help but pick up the vibrations from his sister's bowels a few inches up ahead, as her shit rumbled with excitement within her guts.
Best of all, though, by pressing downward in Maggie's ass, Billy could feel his cock moving in her pussy just a thin wall of membrane away. It was a special turn-on, like fucking and jacking-off at the same time. It made Billy's balls tumble in their sac like dice in a chuck-a-luck game.
However, as high as Billy was grooving, his sister was doing even better. For where Billy could build only to a single male orgasm, Maggie was capable of coming repeatedly. And that's just what was happening to her.
She didn't just have one climax. She was hit by a machine-gunning cluster of them. One after another-rat-a-tat-tat. Bullets of sheer pleasure that tore through her flesh and hit the bull's-eye of her senses.
"My tits ... my ass ... my cunt," Maggie babbled. "Don't know where you're making me come the most, little brother. All I know is that you'd better keep right on doing what you're doing."
She screamed.
"Pinch my nipples! Claw my ass! Ram my cunt with your big cock!"
Doing all of these things already, Billy did them more, harder, stronger.
"Yeeoowww!" Maggie howled, writhing as if there were pins sticking in her every pore.
Then, her sequence of multiple orgasms ended. But it was no sacrifice. For now a monster climax reared up and held sway, turning Maggie's insides to boiling jelly.
"What a trip!" Maggie cried. "I'm in orbit!"
She would quickly have company. Because it was time for her brother to catch up in the orgasmic sweepstakes. Billy had dog-fucked Maggie long and hard, tight and deep. And now he had reached the finish line, his balls aching and his prick burning.
"Grab hold of that chair," Billy warned his sister, "or I'll knock you down when my cock blows in your cunt."
However, Maggie was too far gone to heed the warning. So when Billy's crotch whammed and his huge prick erupted deep in her pussy, she hurtled forward, out of control.
The chair skidded out from under her and Maggie crashed to the floor. Her brother fell right on top of her, his spurting prick popping out of her pussy as he skidded on his knees. Billy's cum was shooting in the air, splashing down on Maggie's hair.
It ended that way, with Maggie wearing a gooey crown of silvery jism by the time her brother's cock had finished unloading. And then, there they lay, brother and sister, exhausted at last, each finally satisfied.
They had fucked three times-once in Maggie's mouth and twice in her pussy. If perfection can be improved upon, then each succeeding fuck had turned such an improbable trick.
Maggie had had her way. Her brother had clearly forgotten all about whatever might have happened between her father and herself the night before.
On top of the world, Maggie had unshakable confidence that she could fuck and suck her way toward any goal she chose, and out of any trouble that might occur. It was a great feeling. One she knew she would strive for again and again.
It was in her, like the blood in her veins and the breath in her lungs. And she thanked God for it. What better future could a girl have, she told herself, than being born to fuck?
Chapter Five
Emmy Sawyer rolled over in bed and rubbed against her husband. She woke up when an insistent force throbbing against her belly would not let her sleep. When her fingers did some exploring, she realized Art had a hard-on.
His cock was poking outside his pajamas, red and stiff with arousal. As she fondled her husband's prick, Emmy felt her pussy moisten and itch. She wanted to fuck.
"Pssst, wake up, honey," she whispered in Art's ear, massaging his balls as she did so.
"Wha-what?" he blurted, sitting up with a start. "What's going on?"
"I'm so horny," Emmy told him. She leaned down and kissed the swollen knob at the end of her husband's prick.
"Looks like you are, too," she murmured. "Let's get it on."
But to Emmy's surprise, Art said, "No, not tonight. I'm too tired."
"Too tired?" Emmy protested. "What about your cock? It's hard as a rock."
"Uh, that's 'cause I have to piss," Art muttered sheepishly.
Before Emmy could give him any more static, Art got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. But when he got there and aimed his prick at the open toilet, he couldn't produce a drop of piss. It was no wonder, for he had lied to his wife. His hard-on was genuine all right.
Art thought about the real reason for his hard-on as he swayed in front of the toilet. Quickly he was absent-mindedly tugging his foreskin back and forth over his cock-head, while visions of the real object of his desire danced through his troubled mind.
"Maggie," he whispered.
The name of his teenage daughter. The daughter he had already fucked once and was so eager to fuck again.
The bungalow had three rooms and a kitchen. Art and Emmy slept in one bedroom, Billy on the couch in the living room, and Maggie in the second bedroom. It was toward the latter that Art was now heading, after checking on his wife to make sure she had gone back to sleep.
- When he arrived in his daughter's room, Art knew that he hadn't the willpower to turn back. Because of the summer weather, Maggie was sleeping on top of the covers, her perfect teenage body almost glowing through her flimsy nightie. Once again, Art's cock was standing straight out from his pajamas.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Art silently grasped his daughter's wrist and placed her hand against his throbbing hard-on. He gulped with excitement when Maggie's fingers closed around his prick.
"Ooooh," she moaned in her sleep. "What's this?"
She stroked her father's cock, nice and slow. Art thought his balls would burst.
Somehow Art kept himself under control. He was afraid to wake Maggie up. Afraid she might cry out in surprise and ruin everything. He cautioned himself to play it cool.
"You're having a dream," he whispered to his daughter. "Relax and enjoy it."
"Yes ... a dream," Maggie sighed with her eyes closed. "I'm dreaming of a great, big cock. I can feel it in my fingers ... so long and thick . . . throbbing."
"Go ahead and suck it," Art urged, trying not to let his voice rise.
"Mmmm, good idea," Maggie murmured. "Feed it to me, dream-man. Some fat, salty prick. Like a fat nipple to suck on while I'm sleeping . . . like I was a little baby again. Yessssssssss."
Now Art was all the way up on the bed, straddling his daughter, fighting to restrain himself from doing too much, too soon. It was all he could do to keep from shoving his prick down Maggie's throat. But somehow he managed to remain gentle, just nuzzling his daughter's soft lips with his swollen cock-head.
"Ahhh, it's a prick all right," Maggie gurgled. "I'd know that taste anywhere."
She closed her lips over the knob of her father's hard-on and Art trembled. Now, slowly, he fed her the shaft, as Maggie increased her sucking.
When his cock was halfway in his daughter's mouth, Art's hips began uncontrollably to roll. He couldn't stop it. His cock surged. All of a sudden he was fucking Maggie in the mouth.
Maggie not only didn't seem to mind, she clearly relished the experience. Her slurps grew louder and louder. And her fingers found her father's balls and rubbed them.
Art became even bolder. He clasped the rear of his daughter's head and forced her face against his grinding hips.
"Eat me, baby, eat me," he moaned in the night. "Eat daddy's prick. I'll come in your mouth, darling. Feed you my hot, sweet cum, just the way you like it."
Maggie responded with increased suction and a snaking finger inside her father's pajama bottom and down the crack of his ass. Then she was tickling his asshole. Art felt as though there was a tamp of red-hot charcoal imbedded at the base of his groin.
Art's rigid cock moved in and out between Maggie's clutching lips. He couldn't keep from coming for long. Not with his daughter's mouth working like a cunt around his prick and her expert finger stimulating his asshole.
He tried to hold in his jizz, as if fucking his own oaughter in the mouth would not be so wrong if Billy he could keep his cock from erupting. But, of urse, avoiding a climax was impossible for him der the circumstances. His dick would blow as e as he was breathing.
"Got to come in your mouth, baby," Art fcsped.
He pitched forward, flattening Maggie's face beneath his prone crotch, driving his cock straight down her throat. The cum followed a split second later.
"Oh, baby, suck it . . . drink it . . . swallow all of daddy's hot jizz," Art wheezed with electric excitement. "Take it all in your belly . . . every drop."
And, thirstily gulping, Maggie did just as her father instructed. When Art was finished coming and withdrew his cock from her mouth, she smacked her lips, her father's cum absorbed.
His passion temporarily cooled, Art winced at his recklessness. But when he checked his daughter's eyes, they were still closed.
"Are you still asleep, Maggie?" he cautiously asked.
"Mmmm, yes," she murmured. "Why would I want to wake up and spoil a dream like this one?"
"Good girl," Art sighed with relief. "Just keep dreaming along with me. I won't steer you wrong."
"Then fuck me!" Maggie declared a little too loudly for Art's comfort. "I want to feel your big cock in my cunt. I want to come. Come as hard as I can."
"Okay, just be quiet, baby, and I'll have my prick up your pussy before you know it," Art soothed. "You're not the only one we don't wand to wake up. We've got to keep this very, very! private, dumpling."
"You're the boss, lover," Maggie whispered.
And then she spread her legs, showing herj golden cunt as her father crawled back to kneel between her thighs.
"Your pussy's so beautiful," Art panted with lust, as he aimed his pulsing hard-on at his daughter's succulent cunt. "I'm the luckiest man in the world to be able to fuck you."
"And I'm the luckiest girl in the world to be able to dream this way," Maggie moaned. "Now put your cock in me. Fuck me with your big prick."
Art's cock-head entered the dewy space between his daughter's pussy lips. He told himself that he was going to take it slow. He knew he mustn't startle Maggie and cause her to cry out or Emmy would come running.
But a slow entry within Maggie's damp, warm cunt was easier imagined than done. Once its crown was inside his daughter's pussy, Art had the immediate urge to drive his prick in to the hilt with a powerful thrust. He yearned to feel every inch of his cock within Maggie's cunt as quickly a,s possible.
And Maggie didn't make it any simpler for her horny father to control his straining hard-on. Her cunt literally sucked at his prick, begging for the whole thing.
Against his better judgment, Art gave in to his carnal impulses. His willpower was running a poor second to the fire in his loins now, as his surging prick mocked his common sense. With a jerking fcurst, his cock slammed with a brutal stroke to the iquishy core of his daughter's cunt, and he was locking Maggie to his balls several moments ahead schedule.
Realizing the chance he had taken, Art held his breath as his prick shafted Maggie's tight pussy, and his crotch was flush against hers. Expecting the worst, he was ready to throw a pillow over his daughter's face, smothering her cries.
But there was no crying out on Maggie's part. As Art waited in a cold sweat for his daughter's reaction, all he heard was a tinkling chuckle.
Art looked in Maggie's face. Her eyes were wide open. A big grin greeted him.
"Hi, Daddy," Maggie chuckled some more.
"Y-you're awake," Art stuttered.
"Have been the whole time," Maggie kittenishly revealed. "Fooled you, didn't I, Daddy?"
"Why . . . why didn't you say something?" Art gulped.
"Wanted to see how far you'd go," Maggie said. "You were so cute when you thought I was asleep."
"I was afraid to wake you up. Afraid I'd frighten you, and your mother might hear you," Art explained.
"I don't want mom to know about us any more than you do, Daddy," Maggie reassured her father. "This is our secret."
Art sighed with relief. His cock tingled in Maggie's cunt with the freedom from anxiety. It started moving on its own, working in and out.
"That's it, Daddy, fuck me good," Maggie swooned. "It's clear sailing. Just me and you . . . fucking . . . fucking . . . fucking ..."
Her voice trailed off into a husky buzz as her father's prick picked up momentum in her squeezing cunt.
With no reason to hold back, Art spread his hands over his daughter's tits and kissed her on the mouth. While he fingered her erect nipples, he traded tongues with her. And, at the heart of the action, his big cock pistoned in her fuck-hungry cunt.
"Your cock feels even bigger in my pussy than when you fucked me on the beach, Daddy," Maggie moaned when the kiss was broken.
"And your cunt is even tighter . . . wetter," Art rasped. "Got the feeling that every time I fuck you it'll be better, baby."
"Amen," Maggie panted, her ass squirming.
She pulled her father's pajama bottoms down and clasped his asscheeks. Then she dug into the crack of his ass, stretching his asshole with her clawing fingertips. The action got even hotter and the bedsprings squeaked noisily.
"Put your finger in my ass, baby," Art requested.
"As if you had to ask, Daddy," Maggie replied with a chuckle.
The tip of one of Maggie's fingers traced the oval of her father's puckered asshole, then stabbed into the opening. As his ass was pierced, Art jumped from the waist down. For a moment his cock jerked back several inches in Maggie's cunt. But when his prick recovered, his cock jammed inside the teenage pussy it was fucking more deeply than at any previous time.
Maggie responded to her father's burrowing cock-thrust by pinching her knees against Art's rib cage, so hard that his breath gusted. In the meantime, Maggie's finger had established a steady rhythm in his ass, priming his cum-supply.
"How does it feel for you, baby?" Art asked his daughter. "Have you come yet?"
"I'm holding it back, Daddy," Maggie reported. "Want to get off when you do, so the two of us can come together. What about you? Your balls crying uncle yet?"
"Won't be long," Art puffed, socking his big cock in his daughter's spasming cunt while she fingered his asshole. "No man could fuck you for very long without giving in. Your pussy just sucks the cum right out of a prick."
Art paused, apparently wondering if he should say the next thing on his mind. He did.
"But I don't have to tell you that," he resumed. "I'm not the first guy you've ever made it with, I'm realistic enough to know that. Nobody fucks the way you can without experience."
"You're fishing, Daddy." Maggie giggled. "Wanna see my little black book?"
"I'll pass," Art answered self-consciously. "It's your business. Not sure how much I want to know."
"Right on. After all, you are my father," Maggie teased. "Don't wanna shock you . . . Especially when you're fucking me. No telling what effect that might have on your cock."
"Okay . . . okay, I asked for that," Art admitted. "What can I say? When a man fucks his own daughter, I guess he doesn't have a leg to stand on."
"Just his third leg, Daddy," Maggie joked. "Now stop straining your brain and just fuck me. The only thing that counts right now is your cock in my cunt. Make us come, stud, make us come."
Art stopped talking and threw all of his concentration into the task at hand. Fucking. Fucking his daughter's demanding pussy with his strong prick. Stepping up the friction of cock and cunt to the ultimate.
"You're in the groove, Daddy," Maggie bubbled, wrapping her long legs around her father's waist and bumping her ass. "Take us all the way."
She added another finger to Art's ass, clawing them downward. Her father chewed one of her nipples, his spit running down her tit.
Art's cock flexed in Maggie's cunt. The tell-tale sign.
"Oh, yesssss, Daddy, you're gonna come," Maggie hissed with anticipation. "Let it fly."
Art's prick produced right on cue. As his cock-head erupted with jism in her pussy, Maggie unleashed her own senses. Male and female climaxes raged simultaneously, Maggie's cunt delivered almost as much fresh pussy juice as her father's hard-on squirted cum.
Their mutual wetness produced a squishing noise that filled the air like an imitation of the bay lapping the shore outside. Art's prick pitched off blast after blast of jizz, while Maggie's cunt oozed pussy juice. The mixture leaked down Maggie's thighs, gloriously sticky.
When Art finished shooting his wad, his cock 77 remained hard. In no frame of mind to stop fucking, Maggie told her father he'd better not quit on her now.
"I want more!" she demanded. "And in a nice, fresh, hole."
"Show me the way," Art responded homily, his cock and balls pulsing with excitation.
Maggie drew her legs up. As they rose in the air, her father's cock slipped out of her slippery cunt, poised for an alternative penetration.
Now Maggie defined the target. Throwing her legs back over her head to jackknife her body, she balanced on her head and neck. Tilting her ass in the air, she reached down to pull her buns apart. There it was. Her asshole, red, round and throbbing, just begging to be fucked by her father's stiff prick.
"Y-you really want me to do it . . . fuck you in the ass?" Art stammered.
"A girl's asshole is the tightest place she can take a dick," Maggie replied. "Think I'm gonna pass that up, Daddy, with a cock as big as yours to fuck me? No fuckin' way."
"I-I've never done this," Art admitted.
"Not even with Mom?"
"She'd never let me."
"Then she's nuts," Maggie bluntly stated. "But there's no reason for you to get shut out just because you're married to the wrong woman. At least you've got the right daughter."
"Won't it hurt you?" Art cautiously asked.
"The more the better," Maggie purred. "Now stick it in. Jam my ass with your big cock, Daddy.
Make me suffer."
Art shook his head with wonder. His daughter's lusty ways were amazing to him.
He lined his cock up with her teenage ass, closing his eyes as his thrusting crotch powered the head of his prick inside a female asshole for the first time. The reality of insertion "was even more thrilling to him than his expectation. Right away Art knew he would not stop pushing until his prick was ass-fucking Maggie to the hilt..
Art reopened his eyes, for he could not resist watching his dick shafting the rest of the way inside his daughter's asshole. No sight had ever aroused him so mightily, as inch after inch of his thick prick disappeared within Maggie's narrow asshole.
It astounded Art how easily Maggie's ass took his big cock. When his prick was buried to his balls, he could feel the head being dampened and stung by a gooey substance that was so hot it made -im shudder. He knew it was his daughter's shit, hat's how deeply he was ass-fucking her.
"Now that you're all the way inside my ass, Daddy, start moving your cock," Maggie urged. "Tear me to pieces."
Art did as he was told, moaning as his hard-on ramrodded his daughter's squeezing asshole. Maggie buried her face into a pillow, biting the foam rubber to smother her squeals of pleasurable pain.
While her father ass-fucked her with increasing wer, Maggie raised her ass even higher, widening thighs so Art's trunk could slip between them, result was that his prick was driving straight down into her asshole, his cock-head battering her bowels.
"Can't wait to come at the same time with you this time, Daddy," Maggie issued a muffled cry into the pillow. "Got to let go right now."
Breaking out in a funky sweat, Maggie climaxed with a series of snorting gasps. Her muscles twitched and her toes and fingers wriggled, as her orgasm seized her. To stifle her cries of joy, she bit into the pillow so hard that her teeth tore off a chunk of rubber.
"You all right, baby?" Art asked with concern.
"You're only killing me, Daddy," Maggie said, gagging. "And what a way to go."
Art gored his daughter's ass with his cock. There was no reason for him to let up and every reason to ass-fuck Maggie harder and harder. She was putting him through his paces as though he had been waiting his whole life to fuck her in the ass.
"Oh, baby, this makes me feel like I'll live forever," Art gasped, driving, shoving, battering with his prick. "Thank God for you and your tight, deep ass."
"Mmmm, flattery'll get you everywhere, Daddy," Maggie gasped in reaction to her father's praise. "Now let me lay a little on you. A girl couldn't ask for a better cock fucking her ass than yours. Damn, I'm glad Mom didn't get to try your prick in her asshole first."
"And she never will," Art vowed. "Why settle for less, when you've ass-fucked the best."
"Right on, Daddy!" Maggie exclaimed, softening her voice with her pillow.
Then her voice abruptly dipped, falling into a gritty register of the hoarsest funkiness. With pure raunch dripping from her tonsils, Maggie let out a sound that would have made a whore blush. She was coming again, climaxing so low-down and dirty that she might have reinvented the orgasm.
As she came, Maggie radiated vibes that her father caught as if his cock was a lightning rod. He hadn't the time to tell Maggie he was going to come, because his climax happened so fast he didn't know what was going on. It was like being hit by a load of bricks.
Art's cock didn't just erupt. His prick seemed to shatter with liquid shrapnel that imbedded itself in the walls of Magie's asshole. Violent cum burst forth with machine-gunning rapidity.
Deep within Maggie's ass, her father's jizz mixed with her shit in a sizzling brew. It was like a lead-hot enema.
"Burn me up, Daddy! You don't know how good this is for me!" Maggie cried into her pillow. "More, more! More cum in my ass!"
But Art was only mortal. His cock, already having shot more jizz than it ever had before, had finally had it. One last squirt of cum, and the male half of the ass-fucking slowed to a dribble.
When his prick was drained, Art was abruptly seized by fatigue. Dizzy, he lost his balance and toppled to one side. Wilted with exhaustion, his sticky cock slithered out of Maggie's ass and flopped up against his belly as he rolled on his back and sucked air.
Maggie accepted her father's collapse with good humor, fully aware that wearing out a man was inevitable for anyone as horny as she. She shifted around and cuddled her father, stroking his feverish brow.
"How did you like your first ass-fuck, Daddy dear?" she asked in a little girl's voice.
"Oh, baby, you're so special ... I don't deserve you," Art murmured.
"Don't sell yourself short, Daddy." Maggie chuckled. "After all, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't even be here. You fucked me into existence. It's only fair that I should fuck you."
Chapter Six
She heard them arguing when she got up to piss just before dawn. As she sat on the John, their voices carried into the bathroom, her father's defensive and apologetic, her mother's bristling with anger.
Maggie wiped her pussy and got up, putting her ear to the wall. Now the words were clearer, and when she figured out their significance, Maggie was so stunned she had to hold onto the towel rack.
"I-I don't know what came over me," Art Sawyer muttered. "Don't know what made me do it."
"You'll pay for this, you bastard!" Emmy Sawyer shouted at her husband.
"So you've told me," Art croaked. "Enough's enough. We've been over this over and over again. I admit I'm guilty. What do you want?"
"Revenge!" Emmy snapped.
Maggie had heard enough. She didn't need it spelled out any further.
"Mom knows dad fucked me," she whispered painfully as she abandoned her listening post. "What a mess."
Maggie had been riding so high that she had never seriously considered the possibility of something like this happening. Leaving the bathroom and crawling back into bed, she felt regret for the first time about her incestuous activities.
She cried awhile, but it didn't make her feel any better. And, of course, sleep was impossible. There was only one thing to do, she eventually decided. Face it. Face it and deal with it.
"If I'm old enough to fuck, I'm old enough to take the heat," Maggie sternly said to herself.
She could handle her mother if she put her mind to it, she decided. In fact, it was the kind of challenge that would bring out the best in her if she viewed it in the right way.
What did mom mean by revenge? Maggie thought about the last thing she had heard her mother say.
She was still thinking about it when the sun came up. Her mother usually got up early and fixed breakfast for everybody.
What would happen when her mother got up this morning? Maggie wondered. Would she go straight to the phone and call the police?
A few minutes later she heard footsteps coming from the far side of the bungalow. Maggie recognized them as belonging to her mother. She followed their route by ear. They went straight to the kitchen, in the opposite direction of the phone.
Maggie waited a long while, alternately holding her breath and breathing deeply. Then she smelled frying bacon.
Her mother had made breakfast almost every morning for as long as Maggie could remember. But now the occurrence seemed like the most remarkable thing in the world to Emmy Sawyer's flabbergasted daughter.
"Mom's frying bacon . . . just like nothing had happened," Maggie whispered with awe. "Maybe she doesn't know about daddy fucking me, after all. Maybe I dreamed it."
But she knew she hadn't, not any more than she had really been dreaming when she allowed her father to crawl in bed with her and treat her to his hard cock. It was all real. She had fucked and sucked her father last night. And her mother definitely knew about it.
So what was going on?
Burning with curiosity, Maggie decided to take a chance. She got out of bed, put on her bathrobe, and went into the kitchen, determined to pretend that nothing had happened as long as her mother did the same.
"Hi, how are you?" The morning became a charade of a typical morning. Maggie and her mother even watched the "Today" show together on a portable TV set while breakfast was cooking. Not a harsh word passed between them.
Eventually, Maggie and her mother were joined by Billy, who, as usual, was hungry as a bear. The three of them sat down and ate breakfast, Billy gobbling three times as much as anybody else. The only hint that something was amiss was that Art did not make an appearance.
Maggie could hardly stand the suspense. So she decided to push things a bit by asking her mother why her father wasn't eating breakfast.
"The poor dear," Emmy said, without batting an eyelash. "It's his vacation more than any of ours. He works so hard. Thought I'd let him sleep in. Just couldn't bear to wake him up, he looked so peaceful."
Maggie choked on the piece of bacon she was eating when she heard her mother's cool lie. Billy had to slap her on the back to stop her choking. After that, Maggie attempted no more probing- her mother was just too slick for her.
During Maggie's subsequent silence, her mother started talking to her brother about his plans for the day. Billy was noncommittal, so his mother suggested that they play tennis. Billy agreed, and the date was made.
Later, when her mother and Billy were preparing to leave for the courts, Maggie made her own plans. What she would do was determined by her burning curiosity. She just had to know what her mother was up to. A little eavesdropping was in order. Maggie was set on learning what her mother had up her sleeve.
An hour later, Billy and his mother were whacking the ball back and forth across the net while Maggie crouched in some bushes, spying. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Then, reaching for a backhand, Emmy Sawyer stretched too far and took a fall. She rolled on the otherwise deserted court, landing in a spread-eagled sprawl.
By the time Billy had vaulted the net to come to his mother's aid, Emmy had still not closed her legs. She moaned, writhing on the court.
From her vantage point, the eavesdropping Maggie had a complete view of the situation, and it took her breath away. She saw that her mother wore only panties rather than the customary tights beneath her short tennis skirt. And her panties were about two sizes too small, caught up in her crack, so clumps of pussy hair bristled from the cinching bottom-panel.
"You all right, Mom?" Billy asked, trying to avoid staring at his mother's partially revealed cunt.
"Help me up," Emmy Sawyer requested.
When her son did as he was asked, Emmy leaned her weight against him, pressing with her shapely body. She balanced herself on Billy's leg, catching his leg with her thighs.
"C-can you walk now, Mom?" Billy stammered when his mother squashed her cunt against his knee.
"Don't let go," Emmy rasped, clinging to Billy.
"Gosh. Maybe I'd better get you to a doctor," Billy gulped. "You're acting awfully funny."
"Just hold me," Emmy panted. "I'm all right . . . except for you."
"Wha-what are you talking about, Mom?" Billy stuttered, as his mother embraced him and massaged her pussy against his bare thigh.
Emmy answered with a sudden kiss. It was clear, even to Maggie watching from a distance, that she was using her tongue. Her big tits were in play too, pressing against her son's chest.
"My God, I don't believe it," Maggie gasped. "Mom's coming on to Billy. What's she trying to prove?"
Then it hit Maggie. All of a sudden the reason for her mother's actions became apparent.
"So this is what mom meant by revenge," Maggie whispered with awed recognition, remembering her mother's bitter vow to her father that she would get even with him. "Mom knows dad fucked me, so now she's going to try and fuck Billy to pay him back."
"Mom . . . what're you doing?" Billy croaked when the kiss was broken.
"You're a big boy. Don't you know?" Emmy Sawyer cooed.
She took one of her son's hands and forced it down the front of her low-cut tennis blouse. It was apparent she wasn't wearing a bra.
"I want your cock, Billy. I want you," Emmy boldly told her mind-boggled son.
"W-want what, M-Mom?" Billy fumbled, both with his words and with his hand inside his mother's blouse.
"Don't my hard nipples tell you everything you need to know, stud?" Emmy said, silk in her voice. "They don't get like that unless a woman is really turned-on. And my pussy's even wetter than my nipples are stiff. How's your cock doing, Billy?"
"Jesus, Mom, I don't believe this," Billy croaked. "This is crazy. I can't . . ."
"What? Fuck your own mother?" Emmy cut her son off with a seductive smirk. "Tell you what. I'll back off and we'll just pretend this never happened, if you'll meet one condition. If I haven't given you a hard-on, I'll leave you alone."
She reached down to her son's crotch. That was the end of Billy's protest. For the bulge of his swollen cock filled his mother's squeezing fingers through his jock-strap and tennis shorts.
Without hesitation, Emmy pulled his shorts down. Billy's prick was so stiff in his jock-strap that his balls oozed out of the elastic cup.
"You know, Billy," Emmy sighed with arousal, "I've never seen you with a hard-on. And, you know, a mother wonders about those things. Like how big her son's cock gets when he's excited . . . all filled with hot blood. You didn't grow up, Billy, without your mother having a few daydreams about the particulars."
Emmy yanked the jock-strap to one side of her son's cock. Abruptly unsheathed, Billy's prick lurched into the open. His cock was granite-hard and straight out. Ten inches of throbbing masculine power.
"Mmmm, Billy, you haven't disapointed me," Emmy huskily told her nervous son. "What a big, big cock. I'm soooooo proud of you."
Then Emmy was on her knees. Wasting no time, she closed her lips over her son's cock-head and began sucking.
"God, Mom . . . we're out in public!" Billy blurted, although he made no attempt to pull away while his mother slurped down his prick. "Somebody could come along any minute."
"Then maybe we'd better find someplace private," Emmy interrupted the blow-job to suggest. "Wouldn't want anything to distract you, baby. Anything to make you do anything less than your absolute best."
Then she started sucking Billy's cock again, obviously confident of influencing her son's response to correspond to her incestuous wishes.
"Ooooh, Mom . . . this isn't fair," Billy moaned as his mother deep-throated his prick. "I'm only human."
While she watched from the bushes, Maggie whispered, "It's no use, Billy. Give in. Mom's got her mind made up. She won't take no for an answer, so don't even bother fighting it. You might as well save your energy for satisfying her. That'll be a tall enough order anyhow, the way she's cook-ing."
As if he had actually heard his eavesdropping sister's advice, Billy sighingly told his mother, "All right, you win. I can't fight you, Mom. Where do you want to go?"
Emmy Sawyer released her oral grip on her son's hard-on and flashed a triumphant grin. Then she was up on her feet, tugging Billy's arm.
"C'mon, stud," she said, "there's a nice big clump of bushes right outside the fence. Nobody'll see us there, and I'm so damn horny I can't wait to find a motel."
Crouched in her hiding place, Maggie broke into a cold sweat. The bushes at which her mother had pointed were the same ones in which she herself was concealed.
Maggie thought about running, but she knew she couldn't risk it. Her mother and Billy might see her. And besides, she had to admit to herself, even if she could make a successful getaway, that would 84 mean she wouldn't get to see what happened next.
"I've come too far to miss out on this," Maggie whispered. "If mom and Billy are going to fuck, I want to watch them do it."
Maggie had a motive that went beyond mere voyeurism. As an eyewitness to her mother's seduction of Billy, Maggie was aware that she would have a potential tool for blackmail that might come in very handy farther down the road.
"Sooner or later, mom's going to have to be put in her place," Maggie noted to herself. "And it might as well be me who has the power to do it."
So, as her mother and brother approached the clump of bushes, Maggie crept away from the small open space where she guessed they would settle. The foliage was so dense that if she worked it right, Maggie could be just a few feet away and witness everything without being seen herself.
It worked out perfectly. Emmy and Billy found the clearing in the midst of the bushes, so near to Maggie that she could hear them breathing while she herself was totally concealed.
Emmy Sawyer stood before her son, her lithe body shifting sensually beneath her brief tennis outfit.
"Undress me, Billy," she commanded her panting son. "I've seen your big cock, now it's your turn to see what I've got to offer a boy who's hung the way you are. I promise, you won't be disappointed."
Emmy turned her back on her son, presenting him with her zipper. Like a robot, Billy pulled it down. The tennis outfit peeled open down Emmy's back to the slope of her ass. When Emmy shook her hips, the outfit slipped down her thighs and fell to her ankles, where she stepped out of it and faced Billy again.
Now, except for her panties, Emmy was naked. They were still caught up in the split of her cunt and were discolored by leaking pussy juice.
"Jeez, Mom, you're beautiful," Billy gulped.
"Take off my panties," Emmy purred. "When you see my bare cunt then you'll really know how beautiful your mother is. A woman hasn't really shown her best side to a man until he's seen her pussy. Strip me naked, stud."
Billy's hands encircled his mother's narrow waist. Then his thumbs were angling downward, pushing beneath the waistband of Emmy's tight panties. Her hips and lower abdomen heaved against his touch, as he began forcing the elastic south.
A clump of blonde pussy hair puffed out. Then the whole golden triangle, as the damp panties dipped to Emmy's firm thighs.
"Pull them all the way down, Billy," Emmy urged in a husky rush. "I want to spread my legs and show you everything."
The panties fell. Then Emmy slumped to the ground, parting her thighs. By the time her ass hit the ground, her crotch was wide open, her cunt yawning with moist, pink invitation.
Emmy reached into the well of her crotch and stretched her pussy lips even farther apart. The pink tunnel of her cunt spasmed, making damp sucking noises.
"How do you like your mother's pussy, Billy?" Emmy brazenly asked her pop-eyed son.
Billy answered with action rather than words, ridding himself of the last of his clothes. Now his big cock loomed in the air at a jutting angle. At the base of his prick, his balls rumbled in their sac.
As she looked on, Maggie was hopelessly caught up in the excitement of the moment. She was almost as turned-on as either her brother or her mother, just from watching. Between her own legs Maggie felt a tell-tale ache, her own cunt as wet as if she had pissed in her pants.
"Oh, fuck her, Billy. Fuck Mom's beautiful pussy with your big, strong cock," Maggie encouraged her brother under her breath. "I want to see it so bad."
Billy dropped to his knees. Aiming his throbbing hard-on at his mother's spread cunt, he moved between Emmy's open thighs, his face a mask of wonder.
"Fuck me!" Emmy exclaimed with stark simplicity, her cunt aflame with desire.
"Jesus God, will I," Billy muttered with drooling horniness, guiding the head of his prick toward the dewy gap between his mother's pussy lips.
Contact was made. Cock-head with pussy meat. Then a male shove, and a female surge in reply. At least half of Billy's prick was suddenly inside his mother's fuck-hungry pussy.
"All the way, Billy! Give my cunt your whole prick!" Emmy cried.
"Oh, fuck her, fuck her all the way," Maggie whispered.
Billy performed at peak efficiency, jamming his huge dick so completely within his mother's pussy that his balls were flush against the bottom of her crotch. His mother wrapped her legs around him, locking his hilted prick in her cunt. A deeper, stronger fuck would have been impossible.
Maggie became so aroused witnessing the action that she could not ignore the call of her own excited pussy. Her cunt was hot and wet, gratefully spasming when she slipped her hand under her panties and fingered it. Pussy juice trickled down her thighs as Maggie stimulated her electrified clit.
"Think I'm gonna come!" Maggie gasped to herself under her labored breath.
She did just that. A sparking orgasm singed her senses. To keep from crying out was a real struggle.
In the meantime, Billy and Emmy were much more vocal in expressing their sensual pleasure. She was climaxing and he was getting there, as his massive cock pumped non-stop in her tight, wet pussy.
"I'm getting off soo gooooood," Emmy groaned with erotic release. "You're fucking me better than I've been fucked in a long, long time, tiger."
"Better than dad?" Billy asked.
"Your father hasn't fucked me like this since the night we made you," Emmy told her son, while Billy's prick drilled her cunt. "He passed his prime years ago. Now it's your turn to be the number one stud in my life."
"I'll take the job," Billy eagerly responded, fucking his mother's pussy with one stabbing cock- thrust after another.
Billy started grunting, squirming on top of his mother. Sweat shone on his skin as he pushed himself to the limit. His prick became a jack-hammer in the pussy he was fucking.
"Mmmm, Billy, you're ripping me up," Emmy gurgled, her ass wiggling while her son's rigid cock savaged her cunt. "When are you going to come in my cunt?"
"Right now!" Billy declared.
He seized his mother's tits, gouging his fingers into her their soft flesh, as his spine cracked with a final cock-thrust. His prick was buried as deeply as it could go in Emmy's jizz-thirsty pussy.
"Let it fly!" Emmy shouted. "Flood out my cunt with your hot cum!"
"You got it, Mom!" Billy snorted. "My cock's gonna bust wide open in your pussy!"
His asscheeks clenched together, and his balls clung to the root of his shafted prick, while his fingers dug into his mother's tits. He was coming, spurting his sizzling jism into the pit of his mother's cunt.
"Fantastic!" Emmy deliriously said as Billy's cum swamped her pussy. "Keep it shooting, stud! Can't get enough of your jizz!"
Watching from her hiding place, Maggie was beside herself with envy. And yet, she could hardly resent her mother's good fortune.
"Mom deserves a fuck like this," Maggie admitted to herself. "Anybody who's as sexy as she is-who puts out like she does-makes her own breaks."
Maggie just hoped she would be swinging as well as her mother was twenty years from now. She had, Maggie recognized, never held her mother in such high esteem as she did now.
"What a woman," Maggie sighed with admiration. "Mom's not getting older, she's getting better. Hope I can say the same when I'm her age."
The object of Maggie's praise was still grooving high, in spite of the fact that her incestuous fucking partner had drained his cock in her cunt. Emmy Sawyer was the perfect picture of a woman who couldn't get enough.
"Ooooh, don't wanna stop coming," Emmy slurred when her son's dribbling prick left her cunt.
With Billy looking on in awe, his mother stuffed her fingers up her cum-filled pussy and sloshed them around inside. Then she smeared the jizz from thigh to thigh, and from her belly button to her asshole. She summer sun glinted on the creamy glaze.
"She's gorgeous," Maggie whispered, wishing she could jump in on the action and lick away the jism from her mother's crotch.
However, Maggie still had enough wits about her to realize that the time was not right to show herself. There were still too many things up in the air for the family to openly embrace the incest that was raging within it.
"Got to be patient," Maggie cautioned herself. "Things can only get better if I play my cards right."
So for now, Maggie crawled away from the site of the action, not trusting her impulses if she hung around. Her mother had noticed that Billy's cock was still hard and she was talking about an ass-fuck, and that delicious prospect was more than Maggie might be able to resist horning in on.
Emmy and Billy were too wrapped up with each other to notice anything else when Maggie emerged from the bushes and stole away. As her brother and mother focused on the prospect of his cock in her ass, the unseen witness to their passion departed, completely undetected.
"There's plenty of time to work things out," Maggie reminded herself when she was far enough away from the tennis courts to stop running and catch her breath.
She was thinking that the vacation still had a week to go before it was over. And by the time they headed for home, Maggie was determined that the Sawyers would be a much different family than the one which had originally arrived at Emerald Bay. The change she wanted just required a guiding hand to take place . . .
Hers.
"The fun is just beginning," Maggie said with a chuckle as she headed back to the bungalow, her head swimming with plans.
Chapter Seven
"Mom, have you ever thought about what your life would've been like if you hadn't married dad?" Maggie casually asked her mother while the two of them strolled along the beach.
Emmy Sawyer laughed, as she kicked up some sand. She and Maggie had gone out walking after dinner while Art and Billy took their turn doing the dishes. It was a warm, clear night, perfect for a stroll and a mother-daughter chat.
"Come on, now, Mom, you didn't answer my question," Maggie said. "What if you hadn't married dad? What would you be doing?"
Emmy Sawyer stopped and looked up at the stars, sighing.
"Your father was the only boy I ever dated," she told her daughter. "I just always assumed I'd be his wife and the mother of his children. Never really thought about anything else. Not until ..."
Emmy's voice trailed off and she kicked up more sand.
"Yes, Mom?" Maggie gently pressed. "Until what?"
"I woke up one day, and I was thirty-five years old," Emmy said, after taking a deep breath. "It hit me all at once that everything was passing me by. I'd thought I'd be young forever. It was a big shock that I wasn't young anymore. Who knows what I could have been if I'd stayed single? Like my sister, Rose, I suppose."
Emmy turned and faced her daughter, a plea for understanding in her eyes.
"Don't get me wrong, Maggie," she said apologetically. "I don't regret having you or your brother for a second. But the rest of it? Well, there are times when I'd sell my soul to trade places with your Aunt Rose for awhile. She doesn't have to answer to anyone. When I'm around her, I feel so free."
"Sounds exciting," Maggie said. "Gosh, I'd like to go with you sometime when you and Aunt Rose get together. Could I?"
"Well, your aunt takes a little getting used to," Emmy answered with a knowing chuckle.
"What do you mean, Mom? Are there a lot of men in her life?"
"Not hardly," Emmy laughed out loud, then calmed down and said: "I suppose you're old enough to know the truth about your Aunt Rose. Fact is, men are the farthest thing from her mind."
"You mean-"
"Rose is a lesbian. No ifs, ands, or buts about it," Emmy bluntly stated. "And when she gets the hots for another woman, nothing stops her. If you're ever alone with her and she gets that look in her eye-watch out!"
Maggie knew when she was on to something good. Now, to find out how good.
"What about you, Mom?" she boldly asked. "I know you and Rose are sisters, but have you ever had to watch out?"
Emmy looked up at the stars again as a soft breeze caught her blonde hair, accentuating her beauty.
"It's too nice a night to spoil with a lie," she told her daughter. "Nobody is immune to temptation."
"Then you have." Maggie panted with discovery, recognizing that getting her mother alone was paying off beyond her wildest expectation. "You've gotten it on with Aunt Rose, haven't you, Mom?"
Emmy nodded. "Once a year we get together and go around the clock in bed. Frankly, it's what keeps me going the other three hundred and sixty-four days."
"Have you ever wanted to make it with any other woman besides Rose, Mom?" Maggie asked, zeroing in.
"Plenty of times. But Rose is the only one who's ever given me the courage to go through with it. I'm not a complete lesbian the way she is, but there is something about the look and smell of another woman that . . . that ..."
"Makes your pussy so wet you can't stand it," Maggie completed her mother's thought.
"Yes. Oh, Maggie, I'm so glad you understand," Emmy murmured with gratitude, suddenly caressing her daughter. "When I'm with the right woman, I can forget that men exist. All I can think about is . . . is . . ."
"Soft skin. Tits and pussy," Maggie finished up for her mother a second time.
Mother and daughter spontaneously kissed. As they traded tongues, their hands roamed over one another's bodies. The summer night grew much warmer when they embraced on the beach.
When the kiss was broken, all barriers between Emmy and Maggie had dissolved. Total honesty prevailed.
"You're so beautiful, darling," Emmy told her daughter, rubbing her thigh in Maggie's crotch. "Before we go any further, I've got to get everything out in the open. I know about you and your father-that he fucked you."
"I let him, Mom," Maggie confessed.
"Who else?"
"Billy."
"Then we're even."
"I know, Mom," Maggie said. "I saw you and Billy fucking the day you played tennis. I overheard you telling Dad you were going to pay him back after he fucked me and followed you to see what you were up to."
"But do you know the real reason I was so angry at your father for fucking you, Maggie?" Emmy whispered hotly, leading up to a startling revelation. "I was jealous that he had the nerve to get to you first. I wanted you for myself all along, baby. You're Rose all over again. I went after Billy out of frustration. It's you I really want, my darling."
Consumed by lust, mother and daughter fell to the sand, their bodies in a tangle. Swiftly they undressed one another. And naked, they began to do :he kinds of things that only two women can do to each other.
It would not do for only one pussy to be eaten. Both had to be sucked at the same time to satisfy Emmy and Maggie. A lesbian sixty-nine developed. Hungry slurping sounds filled the evening, as hot tongues entered pussies and did their licking magic.
"Oh, Maggie, your cunt's even sweeter than Rose's," Emmy told her wriggling daughter.
"Just keep tonguing my pussy, Mom, and it'll get twice as sweet," Maggie promised. "I'll come in your mouth so hard, my pussy juice'll be running down your chin."
"You won't be coming by yourself, I can promise you that," Emmy responded. "My cunt's primed to go off, too."
"Mmmm, I can't wait," Maggie gushed. "Let's get off together."
Maggie jammed her stiff tongue like an oral cock to the mushy core of her mother's cunt, while Emmy did the same thing to her. At the same time, both women rubbed the nipples of one another's tits. The naked bodies of mother and daughter set the sand flying as they writhed toward mutual orgasm.
The dual climaxes arrived with shuddering impact. Pussy juice flowed like wine, making the recipients drunk with lesbian passion.
Each addicted to the syrupy flow of the other's pussy, Emmy and Maggie were like sexual junkies, greedily craving even more of the heady cunt juice that drove them wild and reduced their senses to jelly. The harder they came, the more forcefully mother and daughter tongue-fucked.
They rolled on the sand, taking turns atop the action. The bay's rippling waves lapped in tempo with Emmy's and Maggie's constant cunt-sucking.
Mother and daughter came repeatedly, devouring one another's cunts. Spit and pussy juice dribbled down their chins, just as Maggie had predicted.
It was Maggie who first added an extra dimension to the sixty-nine. Hungry for every part of her mother's body, she impulsively ended her cunt- licking and began exploring for something fresh to tongue. She found it immediately, for her mother's ass provided a new opening to taste that was as sweet in its own way as Emmy's pussy.
Emmy uncontrollably responded to the tongue tbat wormed its way within her asshole with a love-fart in her daughter's face. Maggie loved it, her notrils flaring and her brain reeling from the blast of funky air from her mother's asshole. When her mother shifted her own tongue from pussy to ass, Maggie farted too, and Emmy swooned with delight.
Now a new round of coming occurred, as hot tongues reamed spasming assholes. Pussies were not neglected, however. Maggie and her mother used their fingers on those, pinching one another's clits.
Finally, all the climaxing, and the squirming and thrashing that went with coming, brought about temporary exhaustion. At last mother and daughter uncoupled. Flopping on their backs, they stared glassy-eyed at the starry night, catching up with the demands of their oxygen-starved lungs. "Anything that feels this good should be against the law," Maggie jokingly moaned while she caught her breath.
"It probably is," Emmy giggled. "But I won't tell the cops if you won't."
"Maybe I will," Maggie teased. "If they'd promise in advance to lock us up in the same cell."
Now Emmy rolled over on her side, propping herself on her elbow. Her eyes roamed over her reclining daughter's naked body. Then they stopped at Maggie's golden pussy, caressing it with their hot gaze.
As her mother stared at her crotch, Maggie showcased her prize possession. She spread her legs as far apart as they would go, stretching her cunt wide open.
"Oh, Mom, you make me feel so raunchy," Maggie huskily rasped, massaging her damp twat.
"Gooooood," Emmy crooned. "That's just the way I want you to feel, baby. Low-down and loose. 'Cause it goes perfect with what I want to do to you next."
"Mom, you dirty old woman," Maggie squealed with anticipation. "What do you have in mind?"
"I'm going to fuck you," Emmy informed her daughter.
"I don't see how, but I'm not gonna argue with you/' Maggie excitedly replied. "After all, I haven't had Aunt Rose as a teacher."
"Mmmm, no you haven't," Emmy said. "But you'll have me, darling, and believe me, I haven't gotten this far without picking up a few tricks. Just relax. I'll make you forget that such a thing as a cock exists for the time being."
"I'm all yours, Mom," Maggie responded with heart-thumping anticipation. "Make me a believer."
Now Emmy was on her knees, moving in between her daughter's spread legs. Slowly, she eased down, framing her hips with Maggie's uplifted thighs. There were just inches separating the pussies of mother and daughter.
Bellies touched, warm and muscular, pressing together. Emmy's tongue traveled over the peaks of Maggie's tits, teasing the nipples. Maggie moaned with arousal as the stage was set for something remarkable to happen.
So far, Emmy had been holding her pussy in check, keeping it just out of reach of her daughter's hungry cunt, as she licked and stroked Maggie into a panting frenzy. Neither her brother nor her father had put Maggie in such an unhinged state when they were preparing to fuck her.
"God, Mom," Maggie gasped, "what are you waiting for?"
"Beg me, baby, beg me to fuck you," Emmy answered. "I want to be sure that you really believe I can do it before I lay it on you. Rose taught me that fucking's not just between the legs. Most of all, it's in the mind. I can only fuck you if I know you're convinced I can do it."
Maggie was more than willing to beg. She had never craved anything more in her life than for her mother to lift her to the peak of human experience. The interlocking of cunts.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Maggie pleaded with every fiber of her being.
"Good girl," Emmy purred, then swung into total action.
The mother's pussy slammed forward. As cunt squashed cunt, the daughter slammed her hips in return. The grinding contact of pussy against pussy seemed to produce sparks, the clits like crossed wires.
"Still doubt one woman can fuck another one?" Emmy asked, bearing down brutally on her daughter's pussy with her own cunt.
"Ooooh, Mommmmmm," Maggie gushed, "I'm already near coming . . . Can't even remember what a cock feels like . . . Pour it on!'* Thrusting repeatedly, Emmy did just what her daughter urged. Twelve inches of hard cock up he: pussy could not have thrilled Maggie any more than the powerful surges of her mother's crotch against her cunt.
Maggie climaxed.
"Oh, baby, I can tell you're coming something; special," Emmy reacted to her daughter's writhing hysteria. "Guess I'd better catch up with you and come myself."
Just like that, Emmy was climaxing too. The placement of the lovers' cunts was exactly right for simultaneous orgasm. And the harder mother and daughter came, the more each spurred the other on with bucking cunt-thrusts.
So frantic was their erotic ordeal that an uninformed observer would probably have assumed that Emmy and Maggie were locked in combat. Wrestling on the sand, they humped and thrashed their way out of shore and splashed into the water.
But even then they did not cool off.
Half submerged, Maggie sputtered, "Don't ever wanna stop coming! Make it last, Mom! Wanna go higher . . . higher! Whatever you do to me, I'll do back."
Emmy grasped the globes of her daughter's ass and dug in. Maggie followed suit. Fingers penetrated assholes, deeply reaming. The orgasms kept right on flowing, as liquid as the water that surrounded the gyrating lovers.
Emmy and Maggie only stopped fucking when they had worked their way so far out into the bay that drowning was a possibility. Hauling themselves back to the shore, mother and daughter collapsed, their damp bodies instantly coated with sand.
"Whew, that was close," Maggie finally panted after several moments of coughing the water out.of her breathing passages. "We almost did each other in."
"Mmmm, but what a way to go," Emmy sighed.
"Dad and Billy must be wondering whatever happened to us," Maggie noted. "We gonna go back now, Mom?"
"Suppose we ought to be thinking about it," Emmy said reluctantly. "But not quite yet. I still haven't taught you all of Rose's tricks. I just can't call it quits without trying one last thing. Rose's special invention. It's always the last thing she does to me when we get it on. It'll blow your mind."
"Okay, then go take a quick dip and clean yourself up, I'll be waiting," Emmy said.
Maggie walked into the water and submerged herself. When she arose, her naked body damply glistened with patterns of moonlight dancing on her tits, belly and thighs. Returning to her mother, she tingled with erotic anticipation, remembering Emmy's promise to blow her mind.
Emmy, on the other hand, was still splotched with grainy patches of sand, her flesh as gritty as her daughter's was smooth. The difference was striking between the blotchy older woman and the shiningly naked teenage .girl.
"Beauty and the beast," Emmy described the contrast as she closed with Maggie.
Emmy lowered her daughter to the ground with the force of her smoldering eyes. There was no doubt who was in charge.
"On your hands and knees," Emmy instructed. "Ass toward me, thighs apart."
Maggie quickly complied. When she did as she was told, she could hear her mother smacking her lips from behind.
"Mmmm, what a sweet little ass," Emmy sighed with admiration at her daughter's upturned ass. "The cheeks just plump enough and so smooth."
Emmy moved in.
"But it's your asshole that's most special, darling," she said to her kneeling daughter. "So red, so round. Like a ripe cherry . . . with a chocolate center."
One of Emmy's fingers traced the downy ravine of her daughter's open crack, the tickled the pulsing swirl of Maggie's puckered asshole. Then the fingertip was centered on the narrow opening. A shove, steady penetration, and Maggie's ass was being fingerfucked.
The insertion was so deep that Maggie farted. Her mother leaned in, breathing in the fumes.
A second finger entered Maggie's ass. Then, some wriggling later, a third.
"Think you can take my whole hand inside your asshole, baby?" Emmy asked her daughter.
"Try me," Maggie groaned. "I could take your whole fist in my ass."
"Mmmm, you rascal, you're reading my mind," Emmy purred.
Her thumb and pinkie joined her middle fingers in Maggie's asshole. It was remarkable the way the teenager's narrow asshole could take such an intrusion. However, the real stretching was yet to come. For the talk of her mother's fist in Maggie's asshole was no exaggeration.
Emmy was patient, slowly burrowing all five fingers into her daughter's expanding asshole, lubricating them with Maggie's natural juices, Emmy's hand eventually worked its way almost to the wrist within the straining teenage asshole.
"How does it feel, baby?" Emmy asked.
"Hurts," Maggie rasped. "But it can hurt even better. Make a fist, Mom. Fill me up inside like I've never been filled before."
"You'll scream when I do," Emmy predicted. "Just like I always do when your Aunt Rose makes a fist in my ass."
Emmy paused, setting the stage for the bizarre act.
"And then you'll come," she continued. "Come as hard as you ever will in your life. But that'll just be the beginning, because then I'll start punching. Driving. Really fist fucking your beautifully tight ass, my darling daughter. You'll swear I'm going to kill you, and be thanking me for it the whole time."
"Sock it to me, Mom!" Maggie pleaded. "Punish my ass! Bust me up inside!"
Emmy's fingers curled into a ball within her daughter's asshole. As the knuckle knotted inside her, Maggie jellied at the core of her being, climaxing on the spot, just as Emmy had predicted.
Now Emmy's biceps flexed and her elbow jerked. The punch she threw was like an upper-cut deep into her daughter's pain-hungry ass.
"Yeeeooowww!" Maggie howled like a wounded animal.
"Told you you'd scream, sweetheart," Emmy chuckled, as she battered the interior of her daughter's shithole with her whamming knuckles.
"Murder me!" Maggie shrieked at the top of her lungs.
It wasn't just the fist which fucked her ass that lifted Maggie to excruciating heights. Some sand had accompanied her mother's knobby knuckles inside her tender asshole, and its grains gouged like ground glass.
Emmy pumped and punched, whammed and drove. It didn't bother her that what she was doing to her daughter was dangerous. For life had taught Emmy that the most meaningful rewards occurred only with risk, and it was a lesson she was determined to pass along to her daughter.
On the receiving end of her mother's blasting fist fuck, Maggie was delirious with equal amounts of agony and ecstasy. The orgasmic pay-off was an onslaught that wouldn't quit. Maggie came and came and came, her mind blown by her exploding senses.
However, the fist fucking was too savage for Maggie to be content with multiple climaxes. Getting off with her mother's knuckles ramming her asshole involved more than just the customary penetration and friction associated with fucking. Before the action had run its course, there would be an extra level of sensual release for Maggie to experience. Something truly spectacular.
In Maggie's bowels, a load of hot shit bubbled and sloshed, building up pressure.
"Arrgghh, Mom," Maggie groaned, her insides convulsing, "I'm out of control. Can't help what I'm gonna do if you keep fist fucking me like this."
"Don't let it bother you, I know just what you're talking about. Been through the same thing myself," Emmy answered knowingly. "It's only natural. Don't hold back anything. Do what your body tells you to, baby, I've been expecting this all along. It's part of fist fucking."
Heaving and grunting, Maggie burrowed her face into the sand. Her ass jumped so high in the air that she was on her tiptoes. Her mother was driving her fist up her ass from underneath, relentless with her knuckled thrusts.
An irresistible force had built in Maggie's bowels. Nothing could stop it. "Gonna shit my guts out!" Maggie cried, her voice a thing of rawness.
"Let it happen," her mother expressed her approval. "This is the way it's supposed to turn out."
Emmy removed her fist from Maggie's asshole at the last second, and jumped out of the way. A flood of watery shit followed, spurting with a noisy, pungent blast from the split of Maggie's ass.
As her ass burned with eruption, Maggie was crunched by the most immense climax she had ever experienced. Far from being embarrassed, she throbbed with exhilaration.
"I love it!" Maggie cried when the initial outpouring had ended, and the hot crap was dribbling from her asshole onto her cunt. "God, what an incredible feeling!"
She collapsed to the ground, rolling over with her legs apart. Her soiled crotch glimmered from the glow of the moon like a chocolate fudge sundae.
"Thanks, Mom . . . thanks for everything," Maggie moaned with ecstasy, still writhing from her gut-wrenching adventure.
"My pleasure," Emmy gently answered her spread-eagled daughter. "Now we'd better wash you off. Don't want to raise any eyebrows when we get back to your father and brother."
"Fuck 'em!" Maggie defiantly responded.
"Exactly what I had in mind," Emmy said to herself more than to Maggie. "The ball game isn't over yet."
"What'd you say, Mom?" Maggie asked, her voice fluttering with fatigue. "Trust me," Emmy told her exhausted daughter, grinning mysteriously.
"Can't do much else," Maggie happily replied, secure in her knowledge that things were turning out just like she'd wanted. Tonight had gone perfectly . . .
And things could only improve.
Chapter Eight
Nothing more happened that night after Maggie and her mother had their fling on the beach. Maggie was so out of it she had to go straight to bed. But with almost a week in the vacation to go, there was plenty of time for things to develop according to the hopes of mother and daughter.
When she woke up the next day, Maggie couldn't wait to consult with Emmy about what would happen next. Now that she had started the ball rolling, Maggie was perfectly willing to let her mother carry it from here on in. It was the final stage of the incestuous scenario she had devised to pull the family together to the ultimate.
"Your father had to go into the village on an errand," Emmy told Maggie as they sipped coffee in the kitchen. "So I've talked your brother into entertaining us. It's a beautiful day and I thought we could play some cards out in the patio. You know, just relax and soak up some sun. Maybe a pitcher of sangria."
"Oh, Mother," Maggie responded with mock concern, "are you sure you know what you're doing? Billy and I are still just kids. The wine might go to our heads."
"That's just what I'm counting on, as if you didn't know." Emmy chuckled. "Especially in Billy's case. So don't you drink too much, sweetie, because I want your brother shit-faced."
"Not too much, I hope," Maggie said knowingly. "If he's too bombed, he might not be able to, uh, perform."
Emmy affectionately rumpled her daughter's hair, purring, "Don't worry your pretty little head, dumpling. We won't let your brother off the hook. Because that's where the cards come in."
"Oh, yeah?" Maggie said, tickled with her mother's conniving ways.
"We start off with an innocent game of hearts," Emmy giggled like a schoolgirl. "But when the sangria is half-gone, we switch to poker."
"Poker?"
"Strip poker."
Maggie laughed. She couldn't wait.
By the time it was noon, the sun hanging directly overhead, the pitcher of sangria had a fifty per cent dent in it. Emmy was dealing out a hand of five-, card stud, while Billy's head bobbed uncertainly, propped by his left hand and his eyes glassed over from the wine. He tried to pretend he knew what was going on, but it was obvious he wasn't quite sure.
"My bet, I'll put up my t-shirt," Maggie said with a straight face.
"I'll match you with my blouse," Emmy responded. "What about your little brother?"
"Awww, hell, wha'ever you say," Billy slurred.
"Well, you're not wearing a shirt, so I guess you'll have to bet your jeans," Emmy said.
The kids lost. Billy was so drunk that his sister had to help him out of his pants. He was sitting in his underwear when Maggie removed her t-shirt, resting her braless tits on the table so the pink nipples stuck straight out.
"This is fun," Maggie cooed. "Can't wait to see who loses next."
She was looking down at her brother's lap as she spoke, straight at the rising mound in his jockey shorts. Already the thick outline of his cock and balls was visible.
On the next hand, Billy mis-played his cards and lost along with his mother. Emmy quickly stripped her blouse away, showing herself to be without a bra also, as her tits jiggled with exposure. Billy's prick swelled even more, pushing his shorts so far out of shape that his mother and sister could see the throbbing meat inside.
"C'mon, Billy, take it off," Maggie crooned to her brother, as Billy's stare switched from one set of tits to the other and his cock stiffened even more.
"Won't have nothin' left to bet when these come off," Billy drawled with a goofy grin, snapping the elastic of his underwear against his flat belly.
"Don't worry, sonny, your sister and I will think of some way for you to come across if you lose again," Emmy said with a chuckle.
"Just remember the old saying, Billy," Maggie added. "Unlucky in cards, lucky in love."
"Okay . . . not gonna argue with you guys," Billy said with a shrug, and slipped out of his shorts. His big prick was standing straight up from his crotch.
As another hand of poker was dealt, Billy helped himself to some more sangria. Only this time he didn't bother with a glass. Drinking right from the pitcher, he drained most of the remaining contents, a good part of it dribbling down his chin. However, his mother and sister were too busy licking their lips at his massive hard-on to correct his bad manners.
Once again the cards went against Billy. Along with his sister he came up a loser. But Maggie still had a margin to spare after she had removed her cut-offs, sitting in her bikini panties. Billy, though, already stripped, was at the mercy of the winner. And his mother was clearly in no mood to forgive the debt.
"Jesus, Mom, whatta you want from me?" Billy croaked, suddenly self-conscious as he felt the heat of Emmy's eyes on his pulsing hard-on.
"Just a mouthful of prick," Billy's mother said flat-out.
And then Emmy was out of her chair and there, kneeling beside her astonished son with her hand around his prick, opening her lips over his fat cock-head. She started sucking without hesitation and Billy's ass was squirming.
"No fair if you make him come yet, Mom," Maggie laughed, looking on. "You've got to win another hand before you can blow him to the limit."
"Just wanted a taste." Emmy let go of Billy's prick and smirked. "I'll get the rest later." "We'll see," Maggie said. "The game's not over. And I'm due for a win. Just get back in your chair and deal, Mom."
The cards were collected, shuffled and dealt again. As they skipped across the table, Billy leaned back in his chair and slowly wagged his head, trying to clear the fog from his brain. He didn't know what had messed up his mind more, the wine he had guzzled or the way his mother and sister were behaving. In the meantime, his prick continued to loom from his crotch, now shiny with his mother's spit.
Billy was so out of it that he couldn't have won a hand with four aces. This time his mother joined him in losing, wriggling out of her slacks so that only her sheer panties remained between her and total nudity. Billy, of course, had long since been bare-ass naked. As the winner of the latest pot, his sister could name what he owed her. It was no surprise when Maggie focused on his stiff cock, as her mother had done before her.
But Maggie did not use her mouth. In friendly competition with her mother, she used a different approach. Jerking him around in his chair, Maggie knelt between Billy's spread legs.
"Sucking's nice, but there's other ways of handling a cock short of actually taking it up your cunt and fucking it," Maggie cooed. "Like this ..."
Maggie clasped her brother's hard-on between her tits, squeezing her tits and rubbing them against his rigid prick. Billy let out a long, low whistle in response. It seemed like he just might come on the spot.
"Clever," Emmy commented from the sideline. "But don't get too carried away, daughter dear, or your little brother will have an accident, and he'll be out of the game."
"Screw the cards," Billy rasped. "I like this a lot better."
"Just keep losing, sweetie," Emmy told her son, shuffling the deck, "and you won't miss a thing."
"Mom's right," Maggie said to her brother, releasing Billy's agitated cock from the grasp of her tits. "Let's play by the rules."
Maggie returned to her seat and the cards were dealt again. This time Billy's concentration on his hand was even less than before, as his rigid cock distracted him with its anxious twitching.
However, despite his wandering attention, Billy somehow managed to win the hand. As the losers, his mother and sister had to remove their final garments. Off their panties came and they were both stark naked. Having stripped to the buff, Emmy and Maggie brazenly sprawled in their chairs, their thighs lolling to show off their uncovered cunts.
His eyes darting back and forth between the open pussies, Billy could not keep his hand off his prick. He started stroking it in response to the visual pressure his spread-eagled mother and sister were putting on him.
"Uh-uh," Emmy told her panting son, slapping his wrist so he stopped jerking-off. "That's cheating."
"Yeah, Billy," Maggie joined in, "you don't see mom and me fingering our cunts. Like I said before, let's play by the rules."
"Shit . . . I'm so fuckin' horny I could die," Billy gulped. "First, you chicks get me drunk, then get us all naked . . . and you expect me to take it easy. My prick's jumpin' outta its skin and my balls're on fire. Gimme a break, you cockteasers."
"Just be patient, little brother," Maggie said, taking the cards and becoming the dealer for the first time.
She cheated blatantly. But nobody protested when she wound up with a royal flush.
"Well, well," Maggie chuckled in triumph. "Now to collect my winnings. Mom pays first."
So Billy was forced to watch. Watch as his sister approached his mother and knelt before her. Watch as his sister sucked his mother's cunt.
"Ooooh," Emmy moaned, her ass squirming from Maggie's mouth on her twat. "Tongue, baby, tongue . . . give me some of your long, hard tongue inside my pussy!"
Billy could see his sister's tongue pierce his mother's spread cunt and see the glistening mixture of spit and pussy juice dribbling down his sister's chin. He listened to his mother groan with satisfaction as Maggie's tongue fucked her cunt.
Unable to control himself as he watched his sister eating out his mother's pussy, Billy began stroking his hard-on again. The cum was rising in his tortured balls. His prick was primed to blow within a very short time. He needed female attention or he was bound to come all over himself.
Although she was tonguing her mother's cunt, Maggie was well aware of her brother's predica- ment. Out of the corner of her eye she kept tabs on Billy, ready to trade partners in an instant.
Now, Maggie made her switch. All of a sudden she had pulled her face from between her mother's thighs and was lurching on her knees toward her meat-beating brother.
"Give me that cock!" Maggie snapped, pushing Billy's hand away from his straining dick and wrapping her own fingers around the pulsating shaft.
Maggie closed her lips over the head of her brother's prick. She had made her move just in the nick of time.
"Gonna come," Billy announced, his crotch thrusting in his sister's face, driving his cock down her throat.
His hard-on belched liquid fire in his sister's oral cavity. Maggie's cheeks swelled from the sudden load, Billy's jism spurting too rapidly for her to swallow it all.
"C'mon, Maggie, you can drink it all down if you try," Emmy called, shifting to the role of spectator to spur on her daughter in Maggie's transfer from cunt-licking to cock-sucking.
"Coming so much," Billy groaned, as his hard-on poured its thick wad in his sister's mouth. "Man, my balls're turning inside-out. Suck it, Sis, suck it."
Maggie prided herself on being able to cap a blow-job by swallowing every drop of a cock's jism. But this time there was more cum than even she could absorb. Every time she expected her brother's cock to dry up, it surprised her with a fresh blast of cream. She couldn't catch up. Like an overtaxed dam, her mouth gave, unable to accommodate Billy's fat prick and its steady flow of cum at the same time.
Gagging from the excessive burden, Maggie snorted uncontrollably. Billy's prick was forced from her mouth, along with what seemed to her like a pint of cum.
The jizz splattered all over the place in a sudden mess, splashing its male donor as well as its female recipient. Dribbling down Billy's thighs and from the points of Maggie's tits, cum dripped to the patio floor and sparkled in the sun.
Looking on, Emmy swooned, "Ooooh, look at you two. What beautiful children. God, I'm a lucky woman to have a pair like you kids."
And then Emmy was out of her chair, naked and horny and ready to add a third body to the proceedings.
Down on her knees, Emmy wedged herself between her daughter and son. Her tongue blurred as it licked Maggie and Billy, lapping up the spilled cum. In Emmy's greedy thirst, as much of the jism slopped outside of her mouth as was swallowed. Before long, the mother was just as much of a mess as her two children.
Through it all, Billy never lost an inch of his hard-on. If anything, his prick stiffened even more. He started stroking his cock all over again.
When they noticed what Billy was up to, Emmy and Maggie looked at each other, communicating with their eyes. It was time for them to act as a team.
Billy was abruptly overwhelmed by a two-pronged attack of naked female flesh. His mother and sister dragged him out of his chair, laying him out on his back. Billy was surprised, but there was no struggle on his part. His throbbing hard-on was proof of how eager he was to be taken by Emmy and Maggie at the same time.
"God, do it to me, Mom and Sis," Billy panted.
"Oh, we will, Son," Emmy grinned as she swung her steamy crotch over the boy's towering boner.
And then, stretching her pussy lips apart with her fingers so the tunnel of her cunt gaped, Emmy sat right down on Billy's hard-on. She took his entire cock up her cunt in a single motion. The next thing Billy knew he was fucking his mother to the hilt.
Now it was Maggie's turn. She was just as bold as her mother. She sat on Billy's face, grinding the Hps of her pussy against the lips of his mouth and drawing his tongue inside her cunt.
Fucking two pussies with his prick and tongue, Billy writhed with delight in male heaven. With his cock and tongue, he shafted the cunts, reveling in the dual sources of squeezing female warmth.
"Billy's tongue's going wild in my pussy!" Maggie called to Emmy. "How's his cock doing in your cunt, Mom?"
"Mmmm," Emmy moaned. Her reaction, in combination with the dreamy expression on her face and the wriggling of her ass said much.
Maggie found herself turned-on almost as much by watching her mother as she was by the stabbing tongue in her cunt. She leaned forward, beckoning Emmy to do the same, and the two females embraced atop the male servicing their pussies.
The nipples of their tits poking in collision, mother and daughter deeply kissed, trading tongues. The kiss grew even hotter when both women climaxed simultaneously from the tongue and cock in their cunts.
As the foundation of the three-way action, Billy was reaching his erotic limit. While his sister's pussy juice trickled down his throat, his mother's twisting cunt whip-sawed his cock. The result was a sensual crossfire which clamped his balls like the squeezing prongs of a nutcracker.
Billy's crotch surged and his prick and tongue swelled in the cunts they were probing. There was no doubt what was going to happen at Billy's end of the fucking and sucking. He was going to come within seconds.
"Think we're sitting on a volcano," Maggie told her mom when their soul kiss was finally broken. "Billy's about to blow!"
"Was just ready to tell you the same thing," Emmy panted, her son's prick straining in her pussy. "I'm expecting even more cum in my pussy than you got in your mouth when you sucked your brother's cock."
"Think you can count on that, Mom," Maggie said.
"Ahhhh, these teenage boys." Emmy swooned with anticipation. "Every time they get off, they shoot more cum. When you're my age, Maggie, you'll really appreciate that. Hope you have a son of your own as strong and fit as your brother is. There's nothing like a young stud's cock to fuck and suck to help a woman grow old gracefully."
"Don't forget, Mom, when I have a son, you'll have a grandson. Just think what you'll have to look forward to about twenty years from now," Maggie teased her mother.
"I'll hold you to that, sweetie," Emmy answered. "But right now I've got all I can handle ..."
Emmy interrupted herself with a crackling squeal of joy. For her son's cock had suddenly exploded in her cunt.
"Ooooh, Mom, Billy's finally coming in your pussy, isn't he?" Maggie responded, thrilled for her mother.
Open-mouthed and bearing down with her cunt to capture every precious drop of her son's jizz, Emmy jerked her head in a neck-snapping nod. To heighten her mother's excitement, Maggie leaned forward and sucked Emmy's tits. Down below, the climaxing Billy bucked his body as though he were having a fit.
Billy's cock spurted and spurted. The cum it shot leaked from his mother's pussy, moistening his own crotch.
Despite the size of its wad, Billy's prick inevitably had to drain. When this happened, Emmy began to sway on top of her son, her cunt sloshing with teenage jism. Eventually, she lost her balance and toppled to one side, her cunt now free of cock and oozing a good part of the cum it had just taken during the fuck.
Maggie followed her mother from atop Billy. The sight of a cunt full of fresh jizz was too much for her to resist. Swiftly, Maggie hunched between her mother's sticky thighs, hungrily lapping the sweet cream from Emmy's just-fucked pussy.
"Mmmm, that's it, baby . . . just perfect . . . the perfect way to end a perfect fuck," Emmy moaned with approval. "First, Billy fills my cunt with his hot cum, then you lick it out. Ooooh, what kids. This is what being a mother is all about."
In the meantime, Billy had recaptured enough of his wits to notice what his sister and mother were up to. When he saw Maggie's flawless ass bobbing in the air as his sister sucked his cum from their mother's pussy, he experienced a muscular twinge in his cock. Billy didn't need to check his prick to know that his cock was harder than ever-more than ready to start fucking all over again.
While his mother moaned, "Eat me, eat my cunt," to his sister, Billy silently crawled in behind Maggie and knelt, his hard-on in hand.
His prick like a lance, Billy mounted Maggie dog-style, piercing her pussy from the rear without warning. He shafted her cunt on the first cock-surge, ram-rodding his rigid prick all the way to his churning balls in his sister's cunt.
Maggie croaked with surprise and glee when she realized Billy was dog-fucking her. Yet, in spite of being taken unawares, she never missed a beat with her tongue in her mother's pussy. Quickly picking up on the rhythm of her brother's cock-thrusts in her own cunt, Maggie orally matched the tempo as she devoured her mother's juicy pussy.
"Man, you two are something else! What would the folks back home think if they knew about this?" Billy rasped as he drilled his sister's pussy from behind and watched Maggie eating his mother's cunt.
"Try World War III," Emmy called from the far end of the action, her ass thrashing from her daughter's tongue in her pussy.
"I won't tell anybody, if nobody else does, Mom," Billy laughed, his boyishness bubbling to the surface from the combined stimulation of sex and wine.
Emmy reminded her son, "Just don't forget, Billy, we're all in this together. It's strictly family. Nobody's business but our own."
"But there're just the three of us fucking," Billy pointed out. "What about dad?"
"Don't worry about your father," Emmy confidently answered. "Your sister and I will handle him."
"Don't doubt it for a minute ... not after what I've seen today," Billy said, gasping because his cock and balls had suddenly made their need for eruption known to him.
Billy abruptly came in his sister's cunt. And, hit with her own climax as her brother's hot cum scalded her pussy, Maggie tongued her mother's cunt so deeply that Emmy completed the orgasmic cycle, discharging a flood of fresh pussy juice in her daughter's mouth.
As they came together, a single word echoed in the minds of the three climaxing Sawyers: Family! A sacred trust.
No room for outsiders. All for one and one for all . . .
And the Sawyer family had four members not just three.
He didn't know it yet, as he ran his errands in the village, but Art Sawyer was a marked man.
Chapter Nine
Art Sawyer returned to what he thought was an empty house. It was a hot day, and he was sweaty, so he decided to take a shower. In the bathroom he turned on the portable radio and stripped. Disco music blared as he stepped into the stall, combining with the water that rushed out of the nozzle overhead to blot out the outside world.
Humming along with the disco music, Art was unaware that he was not alone in the bathroom until he heard the toilet flush. Peeking from behind the shower curtain, he saw his daughter getting up from a squat, slowly pulling up her panties. As he glimpsed Maggie's blonde cunt, Art's cock jerked to attention in his loose grasp while he absent-mindedly soaped it.
"Well, now, Daddy, just what are you looking at?" Maggie chuckled at her watching father.
She left her panties hanging at her thighs and wriggled over to the shower with her jeans around her ankles. She hadn't wiped that well, and the beard of her pussy dripped with leftover piss.
"Uh, you just took me by surprise," Art answered from inside the stall. "That's all."
Without warning, .Maggie snatched the shower curtain aside.
'That's all, huh?" she said with a smirk, looking straight at her father's soapy hard-on.
"What can I say?" Art replied, with a shrug. "I'm a man, and you're a beautiful young girl. You already know how much you turn me on, sweetheart."
"Can't deny that the feeling's mutual, Daddy," Maggie purred. "Especially when your cock is up."
She let her panties fall down her legs and stepped out of her jeans so she was naked from the waist down. Then she pulled her sweater over her head, revealing her braless tits.
"I could do with a shower myself," she said when she was totally nude. "Want some company, Daddy?"
"Depends," Art answered cautiously. "Where's your mother?"
"Don't worry about mom," Maggie reassured her father.
"Then come on in, the water's fine," Art grinned.
Once inside the stall, Maggie stepped in front of her father in the path of the shower. Taking the water in her face, she wagged her head and rubbed her ass against Art's belly. His stiff cock popped up in the split of her thighs, massaging her pussy.
"You must be reading my mind, Daddy," Maggie cooed over her shoulder. "I was just thinking how scuzzy my cunt gets in this hot weather. Makes me feel really crummy. Bet a nice, long, soapy cock inside my pussy would do wonders for my morale."
"I'm the man for the job," Art eagerly replied.
"Then let's make sure your prick's up to it," Maggie giggled, reaching for a bar of soap and turning around.
She knelt, the water splashing her shoulders as she lathered her father's throbbing boner. When she was finished, the suds dripped from Art's balls, cock-head and shaft, and his crotch fizzed with clusters of tiny bubbles.
"Looks good," Maggie announced with a broad smile. "Let's give it a shot."
She swivelled back around, still on her knees. Now she propped herself up on her elbows, hoisting her ass in the air. Her cunt yawned from the rear, its pink tunnel begging for a fuck.
Art's sudsy prick surged. Slippery with lather, his cock slid into Maggie's inviting pussy like a knife slicing warm butter. Penetration was immediate and total. Art Sawyer was fucking his daughter with every inch of his ten-inch prick, all the way to his soapy balls.
Maggie handed the bar of soap to her father.
"Clean up the rest of me while you're scrubbing my cunt," she requested. "I want suds all over me."
Art began working the soap on Maggie's back, stroking with the same rhythm that his cock moved to in her pussy. Then, gradually, the lather building, he moved his massaging fingers lower, under his daughter's rib cage, until finally he was soaping her tits.
"That's goooooood," Maggie sighed. "Oh, Daddy, you're doing it to me just right."
She climaxed on the spot. Now her father's cock, despite its size, swam in her cunt, engulfed not only by suds but by an extra amount of pussy juice. A mixture of the two leaked from Maggie's pussy and dribbled down her inner thighs.
"Getting off, baby?" Art asked his daughter as she quivered in front of him, her pussy spasming along the length of his pumping hard-on.
"Hot and heavy," Maggie reported. "Don't let it stop! Fuck me harder, Daddy! This is something."
Anxious to please, Art stepped up the motion of his prick in his daughter's cunt. Lubricated by suds and pussy juice, his cock-strokes traveled several inches in and out. On the uptake, he withdrew his prick until only the head remained within Maggie's soapy cunt. Then, on the down-surge, his cock picked up momentum, slamming so deeply that Maggie's teeth rattled.
Maggie couldn't help but scream with ecstasy from the impact of those deep Cock-thrusts. And in the small bathroom, her cries bounced off the tiles, producing a vibrating echo of growing intensity.
Therefore, it was simple under the circumstances for a third party to slip into the bathroom without being heard. This intruder quietly closed the door behind her, getting used to the ear-splitting noise before she made her move.
In fact, she sat on the toilet, silently listening, taking it all in. She was in no rush, knowing that the two people fucking in the shower weren't going anyplace.
Then she arose. There was a sly smile on her face as she tiptoed toward the shower.
A corner of the shower curtain was in her hand, but still she had not done anything to reveal her presence. Even when she finally pulled the curtain aside, it was with restraint, as she casually exposed the fucking occupants of the stall. Indeed, her interruption was not noticed for several seconds.
Then she cleared her throat.
It pierced Art Sawyer's consciousness like a wailing siren. His cock abruptly freezing in his daughter's cunt, he turned and gasped. He looked as if he had just seen a ghost, when in truth he was staring straight at his own wife.
"Em-Emmy," he stammered. When he tried to say it again, he couldn't even get it all out, sputtering, "Em-Em-Em," as if his tongue were stuck on the thirteenth letter of the alphabet.
"Up to your old tricks, I see," Emmy Sawyer said to her husband, her face an expressionless mask. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I couldn't help it!" Art blurted, his eyes pleading for understanding. "You don't know what it's like to be a man with a girl like Maggie running around the house. She's so ... so ... "
"Yes." Emmy chuckled dryly. "She is that."
"Don't you see," Art told his wife, "it's not my fault?"
"Is that right, Maggie?" Emmy asked her naked daughter.
Maggie just laughed.
"See what I mean?" Art said. His cock had worked out of Maggie's cunt by now and hung limply from his crotch. But Maggie remained in a dog-fucking position, on all fours, her ass hoisted, her loins spread in sexual readiness.
Art was pointing at his daughter's spread asscheeks.
"She's like a bitch in heat," he said of his lewdly posed daughter.
"Mmmm, she is a lovely girl," Emmy murmured, suddenly cracking a broad smile. "I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful cunt. You don't have to be a man-or her father-to see that."
Emmy licked her lips. Then she reached around and unzipped her skirt.
"What the hell's going on?" a confused Art croaked.
"You'll find out soon enough, Daddy," Maggie cut in, gesturing toward her mother as Emmy's skirt fell to the floor. "Things don't always turn out like you think they will."
Emmy wasn't wearing any panties. And after she stripped away her blouse, she was nude. She stepped into the shower, stepping between her husband and daughter.
"What the fuck?" Art gulped.
Emmy knelt behind Maggie. As Art looked on with astonishment, his wife started tonguing his daughter's open cunt.
"Looks like you're off the hook, Daddy," Maggie giggled while her mother sucked her pussy.
"Jesus, this was a set-up, wasn't it?" Art muttered with the shock of recognition. "You two cooked this up in advance. Why?"
"Fathers aren't the only one who get turned-on by their sexy kids," Maggie told Art.
Art was temporarily tongue-tied. But although he couldn't translate his emotions into words at the moment, his cock had no difficulty in making a clear response. It sprang to attention, abruptly a hard-on.
"My, my, Daddy," Maggie said with a chuckle, still addressing her father over her shoulder while her mother slurped her pussy from behind. "Looks like your cock's not as confused as the rest of you. Why don't you just relax and go with the flow. Trust your prick, Daddy. You can't go wrong."
Art took stock of the situation. He looked long and hard at his naked daughter and naked wife.
"Guess I'm a lucky man," he concluded. He reached for the bar of soap and lathered his hard-on once again.
"What are you gonna do, Daddy?" Maggie asked, as if she didn't know.
"Just watch," Art said with a grin.
Now he switched the soap from his cock to the split of his wife's ass, lathering Emmy's yawning crack from the base of the spine to her pussy.
"Oh, I'm watching, Daddy," Maggie sighed. 'Where are you gonna fuck mom? In her cunt or ass?"
"Both!" Art declared. "My cock's too hard for one hole."
Then, gripping his prick, the head of the family bore in on the foamy gap between his wife's wide-open flanks. For its first thrust, Art's soapy cock targeted Emmy's pussy, hiking itself immediately.
Emmy jumped from the impact. Then her hips rolled as Art fucked her pussy to his balls.
"Do it to me, Art!" Emmy stopped tonguing her daughter's pussy long enough to urge on her cock-thrusting husband. "I've been waiting for years for you to fuck me this good!"
"You heard her, Daddy," Maggie said. "Make it special. Fuck mom the way she deserves."
Then the conversation ceased as the three-way action hit its full stride. While Art shafted his wife's cunt from the rear with his driving hard-on, Emmy tongue-fucked their daughter with deep oral surges. Continuing to flow, the shower splashed off the writhing bodies of the participants, steaming on impact.
Art kept his promise about fucking both of his wife's holes. Yanking his stiff prick from Emmy's pussy, he angled it up a notch and drilled into her soapy asshole. The entry was slick and fast. Within seconds he was ass-fucking Emmy as deeply as he had fucked her pussy.
Emmy responded to the steel-hard prick in her ass by copying it with her erect tongue. Withdrawing from Maggie's cunt, she switched to her daughter's sweet asshole, tonguing the tight channel to her teeth.
Their asses penetrated to the hilt, mother and daughter climaxed at the same time. Their female cries of ecstasy turned the bathroom into an echo chamber. The humid air reeked with the smell of no-holds-barred sex.
Now Art transferred his cock back to his wife's pussy. Emmy automatically followed suit with her tongue, returning it to Maggie's cunt. Neither the female climaxes or the sounds of passion lessened from the change in fuck-holes.
Then there was a change in the erotic mix. So far the orgasmic moans had all been female, as mother and daughter came repeatedly. All of a sudden it was Art's turn. Alternating between Emmy's ass and cunt, his cock had fucked itself to the limit.
"Gonna blow!" Art announced.
As it happened, the pressure in his balls had reached the point of no return while Art was in the process of switching his cock from Emmy's pussy to her asshole. When he creamed, it occurred right out in the open.
A jet stream of jism burst from Art's cock-head, shooting so powerfully that it splashed on his wife's blonde hair. There, mixing with the downpour from the shower, the cum foamed like shampoo, dribbling down Emmy's face in shiny streams. - Closest to the faucets, Maggie turned off the shower. She crawled out of the stall and stood up, her glistening, nude body silhouetted by the bathroom's fluorescent lighting. She was a beckoning teenage goddess.
"Let's go to bed," she told her mother and father. "We need space for everything we want to do to each other. I feel like having a couple of pillows propping my ass while you two take turns sucking and fucking my cunt and ass. How about it, Mom and Dad?"
"C'mon, stud, you heard her," Emmy said to Art, arising and grabbing her husband's arm. "That's our daughter talking. You can fuck her, Art, and I'll suck your balls down to my throat while your big cock is pumping in her tight cunt. Between the two of us, you'll come so hard you won't be sure whether you're going to drop dead or live forever."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Art laughed as he followed Emmy out of the shower, the two of them trailing their bare-ass daughter toward the bedroom.
"It's a pledge," Emmy answered. "This family's either going to fuck together or fall to pieces. Just do your part, Art, and Maggie and I'll keep you in luck. The luckiest man in the world."
"You won't get any argument out of me," Art panted, caught up in the erotic rush generated by the two women in his life.
And then the three of them were on the king-sized bed-mother, father and daughter. Maggie was on her back, with her legs spread, her cunt wide open. Art was guiding his rigid cock into her pussy as Maggie's thighs clutched his rib cage. Slipping in from underneath to orally join the incestuous crush, Emmy ran her tongue over Art's balls, as her husband crammed his ten-inch hard-on in their daughter's cunt.
"Fuck me, Daddy!" Maggie cried. "Fuck my pussy with your big prick!"
Art did some urging also, but directed at Emmy.
"Slurp 'em up," he called down. "Suck my balls inside-out. Make me come twice as much in Maggie's pussy."
"You heard him, Mom," Maggie called down, too. "Suck those fat, hairy balls into mush. Make daddy's cock give me more cum than my pussy can hold. Then when you lick it up after we're through fucking, your tongue can go everyplace and still taste the sweetness."
It happened just the way the lovers willed it. It was group sex at its best, each participant feeding the action at peak level. Bunched together, cock, pussy and tongue fucked and sucked in three-part harmony.
As Art's prick pumped in his daughter's damp cunt, Emmy lapped her husband's balls. There were sidebars of action too, with Emmy fingering her husband's gritty asshole and Art mauling Maggie's tits. The bedsprings squealed from overwork.
"Drive it on, Daddy!" Maggie wailed, her legs now scissoring her father's waist to pull his crotch flush against hers. "Make me come!"
Then the climax Maggie craved hit her like the roof had fallen on her. She had been expecting the best, but the incredible was what she got.
"It's fantastic!" Maggie cried. "God, Daddy, your cock keeps getting bigger and bigger in my cunt! Every time you push, there's more prick for my pussy to fuck."
Art had the same sensation as his daughter about the condition of his cock. He felt like his hard-on had expanded to at least a foot in length, as it hammered in Maggie's squeezing pussy.
Then there were Art's balls. They seemed to him as if they had swollen to the size of oranges, so intense was his wife's suck from down below. Art felt immense between his legs, more like a stallion than a man.
"You think you're coming, baby? Just wait'11 you get a load of your old man," Art told Maggie. "And I mean load!"
"Results talk, bullshit walks," Maggie teased. "Put your cum where your mouth is, and make me a believer." - "Hang on to something, baby, or I'll blast you off the bed."
At the bottom of the action, Emmy made her final contribution. Art's balls would be clogging her throat when his cock erupted in their daughter's pussy. Emmy would make sure that her husband's balls produced so much cum they'd be sore for a week.
"Shoot it, Daddy, shoot it!" Maggie pleaded. "Flood my cunt with your hot jizz!"
Art's cock lurched in Maggie's pussy as if it had a spring uncoiling at its base. The head busted open with a fiery torrent of molten jism. Maggie didn't just feel the scorching cascade, she survived it.
"Fuckshit! Shitfuck!" Maggie wildly cursed, babbling with hysteria as her father's hard-on belched liquid flame in her pussy. Then, as her senses incinerated, she just howled, "Yeeooww!"
With so much driving cock in her cunt, Maggie couldn't absorb all of her father's cum. Even before his prick squirted its last, her pussy was springing leaks like a rusty hull. The burning slime spread to the hollows of her crotch, then snaked down her thighs in streams of male heat that scalded her flesh.
Time had been compressed for Art as he shot his wad. It seemed to him to take an eternity for him to finish coming. When his cock was finally spent, a blanket of fatigue dropped over him. Gasping for breath, he fell away, his prick popping out of his daughter's gooey cunt when he flopped onto his back.
Immediately, the mother took the father's place at the daughter's cunt. Replacing Art's cock with her tongue, Emmy thirstily lapped up the sweet mess between Maggie's legs. From thigh to thigh, and from pussy to asshole, she licked. Her daughter more than appreciated it.
"You've got me coming all over again, Mom," Maggie gasped. "Lick me good. There's enough of daddy's cum down there to keep you sucking for a week."
"Well, maybe not that long," Emmy gurgled, her face already blotched with jism, her lips dripping. "But if it turns out that way, you won't hear me complaining. I'll be here sucking your cunt for as long as it takes to swallow every drop of your father's cum."
Then Emmy stopped talking, and sucked, sucked, sucked. She wasn't just using her tongue. At times her daughter's pussy lips were all the way inside her mouth, along with Maggie's clit. Emmy was almost literally eating her daughter's cunt- the whole thing.
And as Emmy went down on Maggie's pussy, the rest of her body swayed with ecstasy. Her ass was in the air, flared and inviting.
Art saw her ass, and his exhaustion vanished. Now he was up on his knees, proudly stroking his revived hard-on, ready to fuck again.
He did. With a crunching cock-thrust, he drove his prick up his wife's asshole without warning.. He didn't merely stick his cock in the narrow channel, but slammed his prick with a single lurch all the way to Emmy's core.
"Oh, Daddy, you stud!" Maggie cried. "Fuck her, fuck mom in the ass! Start it up all over again! We can go on forever!"
When Billy Sawyer wandered in, he found them. His naked father, mother and sister on the bed in a licking, fucking tangle of sweaty flesh. He was not surprised.
"Some vacation!" Billy chuckled and he dropped his jeans, prepared to jump in on the action. "But something tells me that going home won't change a fucking thing."
He meant the word "fucking" literally.
Chapter Ten
It was a crisp autumn evening in Springville, more than two months after the end of summer and five hundred miles away from Emerald Bay. The house on the corner of Spruce and Walnut seemed no different than the others in the quiet, middle-class neighborhood.
But it was. The name on the mail box was Sawyer.
Art Sawyer came up from the basement where he had been tinkering with his woodworking equipment. He was hungry ...
For pussy.
His appetite was about to be quenched.
He found his daughter sprawled in a chair in front of the TV set. When Maggie noticed her father, she also spotted the gleam in his eyes. She had been bored, just waiting for something like this to happen.
Without a word, Maggie unzipped her jeans. She had wriggled out of them and spread her legs by the time Art was kneeling before her, licking his lips. As usual, Maggie wasn't wearing any panties. Her wide-open cunt was already wet and funky, primed for action.
"Eat me, Daddy," Maggie invited, her father's mouth between her legs.
Art's tongue squashed into the slit of his daughter's damp cunt and started scraping. Her ass squirming, Maggie slid down in her chair, clutching her father's head between her thighs.
"Lick me a little higher," Maggie told Art. "Tongue my clit, and I'll be coming in your mouth before you know it, Daddy."
Art adjusted his sucking. Maggie's pussy bucked in his face.
"Mmmm, that's the ticket, Daddy. Just right," Maggie moaned. "Hope you're thirsty, 'cause my pussy's really gonna let loose in about five seconds if you keep tonguing my clit this good."
Art added the final licking touches. Maggie's prediction came true, as her cunt suddenly oozed with fresh, warm cunt juice.
"Ahhh, suck it, Daddy, suck it up!" Maggie gasped, coming even harder than she had expected. "Suck my pussy dry! The juice is all for you."
Art's tongue swabbed Maggie's gooey cunt inside and out, sopping up the sweet teenage pussy juice. His cunt-sucking was so expertly done that his daughter kept climaxing long after she would have normally cooled off.
"Oh, Daddy, you're greedy tonight," Maggie groaned as her orgasm persisted.
Finally, Maggie calmed down, and her father lapped up his fill of pussy juice. Art came up for air, his face glistening, while Maggie squeezed her thighs together to coax one last spasm from her tingling cunt.
Art sat on the carpet Indian-style now, as limber as a boy. Wiping his sticky mouth off with the sleeve of his flannel shirt, he asked his curled-up daughter what her mother and brother were up to.
"Gee, I almost forgot. Dinner'll be late tonight," Maggie told her father with a pixie smile.
"How come?" Art said. "Something wrong with your mother?"
"Not hardly," Maggie chuckled. "In fact, I'd bet mom's feeling just about perfect right now. She's upstairs fucking Billy."
As if on cue, a female squeal from the master bedroom pierced the evening calm.
"Sounds like your brother might be fucking your mother in the ass," Art guessed.
"Most likely," Maggie grinned. "I know I always scream like that when Billy gets carried away and really starts jamming his big prick up my ass. Feels like he's gonna split me in two when he sinks that monster in."
Maggie shifted her ass in her chair and a dreamy expression crept across her face.
"Get horny just thinking about it," she admitted.
"Maybe there's something we can do to make you do more than just think about it," Art said with a smirk.
"Well, now, Daddy, whatever could you be talking about?" Maggie teased.
She flung a leg over the armrest of her chair and slipped a finger into the split of her asscheeks, playing with her asshole.
Art unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. When he stood up, his hard-on sprang from his open pants at a forty-five degree angle.
"Think I've got something here that'll solve your problem a lot better than your finger, sweetheart," he said to his daughter, stroking his rigid prick.
"Is that so?" Maggie continued her teasing. "Come here, Daddy. Let me get a better look before I make up my mind."
Her father came to her, thrusting his big cock under her nose.
"Might do," Maggie purred, rubbing her fingers along the shaft of Art's fat prick.
"Only one way to find out," Art leered.
"Suppose you're right," Maggie said, drawing her knees up against her tits so her feet were up on the seat-cushion.
When she opened her thighs, Maggie was split from her tail-bone up. Her round, red asshole throbbed with excitement. She tickled it with a fingertip, sighing and squirming.
Art brushed Maggie's hand away and replaced it with his cock-head. In a half-crouch with his legs braced against the chair, he eased himself down, prick-first. With a squish, the knob of his hard-on disappeared within his daughter's waiting asshole.
"Mmmm, you were right, Daddy," Maggie moaned. "It's already better than my finger and you're just starting."
"You'll be screaming just like your mother by the time I'm through ass-fucking you," Art promised.
"As if I didn't know from experience," Maggie cooed, as her father pushed four or five solid inches of cock inside her asshole.
"Let's really get down to business," Art rasped.
Gripping his daughter's thighs, Art forced her legs back and up, until her knees were touching the wall behind the chair. Now Maggie was balanced on her head and neck, her ass in the air.
The next time Art's crotch bucked, his prick drilled straight into Maggie's asshole. It didn't stop until it was hilted, the cock-head plunging into a mass of shit.
"Sweet fucking murder!" Maggie cried. "God, do I love it! Fuck me, Daddy! Ass-fuck me until I bleed!"
The chair rocked back and forth, thumping the wall as Art pistoned his cock in his daughter's tight ass. His prick-strokes were savage, yanking out and barging in. Maggie responded like she was fighting for her life.
She pleaded at the top of her lungs, "FUCK ME, DADDY! I need it so bad! Just keep ass-fucking me!"
"Told you you'd scream!" Art snorted with a piledriving surge of his ten-inch prick to the core of his daughter's ass.
"HOLY SHIT! Split me in two!" Maggie bellowed. "Rip my ass to pieces with your big cock!"
Just as her mother's wail had carried from the second story to the living room, Maggie's howling traveled in the opposite direction. Resting, after having finished up their own ass-fucking, Emmy and Billy Sawyer could not help but hear it. Still nude, mother and son decided to tiptoe down the stairs and take a peek at what the other half of the family was up to.
"Will you look at that," Emmy whispered to Billy when she and her son saw what was going on.
"Wow, dad's really whamming his cock in sis's ass," Billy said to his mother. "Just like I was doing to you, Mom."
"Shhh," Emmy cautioned. "Keep your voice down, Billy. We don't want them to hear us. If they don't know we're down here, we can spring a little surprise."
"Sounds groovy," Billy answered, lowering his voice. "How do we handle it, Mom?"
"For now we just wait," Emmy whispered. "Wait until your father shoots his wad."
"Shouldn't be long." Billy chuckled. "His prick is really hammering in Maggie's ass. I know just how he feels. Don't give dad more than a minute before his cock blows. Ass-fucking turns a guy's balls inside-out."
"You're telling me," Emmy laughed under her breath, fingering her sticky, just-fucked asshole. "You must have put a pint of cum in me upstairs. I'm still leaking."
"Well, Maggie's gonna have the same problem real quick," Billy predicted.
"I'm counting on it," Emmy said. "The more jizz your father's prick shoots up your sister's ass, the more I'll be able to lick up."
"Get your drift, Mom," Billy said with a grin. "You horny bitch."
"Okay, now, let's clam up and watch. The good part's on its way."
With her expert's eye, Emmy was right on the money. Her husband was now grunting in a frenzy, as he ass-fucked their daughter with his big cock. Maggie's legs tossed about in the air, her toes wriggling.
"I'm coming so hard, Daddy!" Maggie shrieked. "Do it to me! Fill my ass with your hot jizz! Come, stud! Bust your cock wide-open inside me!"
"You got it, baby!" Art declared. "Christ, your ass is tight tonight! Gonna shoot you with so damn much jizz!"
Art's crotch slammed, powering his prick with a final thrust to the depths of his daughter's ass. His balls clung to the root of his prick, and he bellowed with release, grabbing onto Maggie's tits.
"Ooooh, Daddy, your jizz's hot tonight." Maggie swooned, her ass suddenly swimming with her father's scalding cum. She kicked her legs in the air as if she were pedaling an invisible bicycle.
As he looked on from the stairway with his mother, Billy asked Emmy, "Do we make our move now, Mom?"
"Let your father finish shooting his wad in your sister's ass," Emmy advised her son. "They deserve to be able to finish what they've started. When I nod my head, then we'll swing into action."
"If you're gonna suck Dad's cum out of Maggie's ass, what'll I do?" Billy asked his mother.
"I'm sure you'll think of something," Emmy smiled, glancing at her son's bristling hard-on.
Meanwhile, Art and Maggie were completing their ass-fucking. Art's cock squirted a couple of more times then slowed to a dribble. Maggie squeezed her father's balls to coax some more cum into her ass, but Art had reached the end of his rope.
"Wish you could've come forever, Daddy," Maggie panted, admitting the action had ended.
"In the middle of it, I thought I might," Art puffed.
Art pulled his spent prick out of Maggie's ass, shaking the drops from his cock-head onto her pussy hair. Then he slumped to the floor, catching his breath. Maggie slumped too, her father's jism leaking from her asshole to stain the upholstery on the chair.
On the stairs, the spectators were poised for their entrance. Emmy nodded to Billy, and she and her son jumped into the open, their naked bodies hot for action.
Art and Maggie saw Emmy and Billy just as mother and son loomed on them. All of a sudden, there was Emmy, crouching in front of Maggie's chair, pushing her face into the crack of her daughter's cum-soaked ass, her tongue immediately at work. And there was Billy, stuffing his stiff prick down his sister's throat before Maggie could utter a word.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Art exclaimed as he watched the intrusion from the floor. "What's got into you two?"
"Just that old family trait, Dad," Billy laughed while he fucked his sister's mouth with his stabbing cock. "You dig togetherness, don't you, Pop?"
Art had to laugh at that. And agree with it totally. In his life nothing had ever given him more satisfaction than the recent solidarity of the family he headed. It made a man proud. It made him feel good.
It gave him a hard-on even though his balls ached from having shot his wad in his daughter's tight, thirsty ass just moments before.
With his prick throbbing with renewed hardness, Art was in no mood to be left out of the action. He looked for a likely spot to jump in, and found it. There was Emmy's ass, bobbing in the air while she licked Maggie's asshole. Open from the rear, Emmy's cunt seemed to call for a cock inside it.
Art moved in behind his kneeling wife, and without warning jammed his erect prick up Emmy's pussy, dog-style. Emmy responded as if she had been expecting it all along, shaking her hips when Art's cock suddenly drove up her cunt.
"Way to go, Dad!" Billy called down, as he fucked his sister's mouth while his father shafted his mother's pussy. "Now we're cooking. What a trip! How's mom's cunt?"
"Tight as a fucking drum," Art told his son. "Your mother's pussy's jerking my cock real good. What about your sister's mouth?"
"You know Maggie, Dad," Billy replied with a grin. "Close your eyes when she's sucking your cock, and you'd swear you were fucking her ass or cunt."
"I ought to know," Art said. "Fucked her in the mouth enough lately. Between your sister and your mother, I'd say we're a couple of mighty lucky guys."
"Can't say we'd be very smart to trade places with anybody," Billy agreed.
Then Billy yelped. He grimaced as his sister bit down on the root of his j]rick.
"Maggie coming on too strong for you, Son?" Art asked with a laugh.
"She uses her teeth when she gets excited during a blow-job," Billy explained, wincing with delicious pain. "What a horny little bitch she is."
"There's not much difference in your mother's pussy," Art said. "Sometimes I think there're teeth in there, too. Like right now-man, she's grinding my prick with her pussy. Chewing me up!"
"Gonna come, Dad?" Billy asked.
"Pretty damn soon, Son. What about you? Your cock working up a head of steam in your sister's mouth?"
Billy nodded, suggesting to his father, "How about we get our rocks off together, Dad? I come in Maggie's mouth and your prick blows in mom's cunt at the same time."
"Far-out," Art said, borrowing some of his son's teenage slang. "I'll give the signal. Now let's put on the pressure."
Father and son powered their cocks with simultaneous thrusts, Art's prick jamming Emmy's cunt and Billy's cock deep-throating his sucking sister. Through it all, Emmy continued tongue- fucking Maggie's asshole. The squishing of three-way penetration filled the air.
"Now!" Art prompted his son to come along with him. "Let's blow!"
"Right on, Dad!" Billy whooped.
The two cocks erupted in their respective female cavities. But male orgasm was not all that was occurring. For, writhing from her mother's busy tongue in her ass, Maggie was climaxing also. Art's spurting prick in Emmy's cunt had taken its toll and her senses were celebrating the Fourth of July in the second week of November.
"Fucking shit!" Billy gasped to his father as his cock spewed hot cream down his sister's gulping throat, "Maggie and mom are coming harder than we are. Whew, are they switched-on tonight."
"You better believe it!" Emmy lifted her head from the split of Maggie's ass and crowed. "And after you two guys have shot your loads, Maggie and I will still be coming, while you turkeys have to start all over again."
"Your mother's right as usual, Billy," Art sighed, his prick having blasted off its last spurt of cum in Emmy's cunt.
"Yeeeeeaahh," Billy fuzzily drawled as his prick, too, slowed to a dribble in his sister's mouth. "Man, all of a sudden, I feel hollow."
The Sawyer men extracted their spent pricks from the Sawyer women and fell back to watch Emmy and Maggie continue the female end of the family action. Maggie slid out of her chair, scooting under her mother's straddled legs. Coming up with her mouth against Emmy's just- fucked pussy, Maggie sucked the fresh cum which leaked from the syrupy cunt.
"On a desert island, those two'd keep alive just eating each other out," Art sighed to his son, with admiration for the women in his life. "Just listen to your sister's tongue lapping up on your mother's cunt. Makes a man proud."
"Yeah. Know what you mean, Dad," Billy drawled, fingering his sticky cock. "Bet I'll be feeling so damn proud in a little bit that I'll sure as hell have to do something about it-if you catch my drift."
"Read you loud and clear, Son," Art grinned, glancing at Billy's revived hard-on. "Who're you going to fuck this time, your mother or sister?"
"Mom's really hot tonight," Billy said. "You should've seen her upstairs in bed. Just wild. She couldn't get enough of my cock. Maybe I'll shoot some meat up her pussy. I haven't fucked her cunt yet tonight. Her pussy ought to be nice and clean after Maggie finishes licking all of your cum out of it. What about you, Dad? You still horny?"
Art's prick was at half-staff, but he didn't seem concerned.
"At my age, I need a little rest," he admitted. "But don't worry, Son, I'll be jumping in with a hard-on before you know it. Why don't you go ahead for now and fuck your mother?"
"Yes sirree, believe I'll do that very thing," Billy said, licking his chops.
Billy left his father's side and joined his sister and mother. Grabbing a fistful of Maggie's hair, he playfully yanked her head out from between Emmy's straddling thighs.
"Nervy son of a bitch," Maggie said as she crawled out from beneath her kneeling mother. She pretended to be angry at her brother for interrupting her cunt-lapping, but laughed instead of snapped.
"I want to fuck mom," Billy stated point-blank. "Groove my prick in her tight, wet cunt."
"Well, since you put it that way," Maggie said with a giggle, "how can I stand in your way? Go to it, little brother. I'm sure you won't get any argument from mom."
"I should say not!" Emmy exclaimed, rolling over and spread-eagling herself on the floor.
Quickly, Billy moved in between his mother's open thighs. He jammed his big cock into his mother's waiting cunt and started fucking her to the hilt immediately. Emmy's ass bumped on the floor so hard that the pictures on the wall swayed.
"Mmmm, your prick is so deep in my pussy," Emmy moaned. "Fuck me, Billy, fuck my cunt with everything you've got!"
"Don't know any other way to fuck you, Mom," Billy replied, shafting his cock to his balls in his mother's thrusting pussy.
Meanwhile, Maggie got up and went over to check out her father. She didn't beat around the bush.
"You gonna fuck me, Daddy?" she said, cupping Art's balls in her hand. "You already got me in the ass tonight, so it seems only fair you do the same for my pussy."
"Just give me a minute to warm up, honey," Art answered.
"Don't worry, Daddy, I'll warm you up plenty fast," Maggie purred.
She socked her crotch against her father's groin, rubbing his cock with her furry pussy while she fingered his balls. Art's prick sprang back to life, stiffer than ever.
"Mmmm, I'd say you're ready, Daddy," Maggie murmured.
Then she was down on her hands and knees in front of her father, swivelling around with her asscheeks spread, positioned for a dog-fuck.
She got it.
And before the evening was over, Maggie would get a lot more along with her mother. Art and Billy would fuck them all they wanted. When the Sawyers finally called it a night and turned in, there were some sore pricks and aching cunts in the family for sure.
Most importantly, though, Art and Emmy and Maggie and Billy would fall asleep happy.
These days they didn't know how to be anything else.