In this day and age, it is practically impossible to distinguish innocent, virgin children from youngsters who have had a wealth of sexual experiences. Most of those who are raising the hue and cry over this "degeneracy" attribute it to parental permissiveness and total unconcern. However, to the knowledgable authorities who have made a thorough study of the situation, this is only one of the significant factors. By the time they reach puberty, every child who can read and/or hear has been exposed to sex in one form or another, though not necessarily the physically participating type. Sex in this decade is a national cult, a fever weaving through practically everything touching upon our lives. Nothing, except perhaps the sanctity of the church, is exempt.
Television, movies, advertizing, and all publishing media including newspapers are continuously flaunting sex for all to see and hear, and to date there is no known way to exclude youth from the all-pervading dissemination of sexual material. And, the presentations are made in such a way as to rate sex acts and sexual attractiveness the most necessary and delightful of all human endeavors.
To curious, exploring and inquisitive children, this is tatamount to unlocking the door of an unattended candy shop. Enticed by the promise of unbelievable pleasure, and witnessing the actions of their peers and adults, kids are naturally amenable to taking what they are led to believe is a "trip" into Never-never Land, where sex is the good fairy of delight and pleasure. After all, what child doesn't relate to fun and games that promise only untold excitement? Prodded by innate instincts, most children take advantage of the first opportunity that presents itself to experience the mysteries of sexual contact. Some investigators believe that initial experiences are equally divided among youngsters their own age and adults within their proximity, either family, friends or neighbors. Surprisingly, very few are forced into this sexaul communion. Generally, they are exceptionally willing participants.
No one is surprised any more when girls still in their training bras have babies, when copulation takes place on grade and high school grounds, or even when parents have intercourse with their offspring. Nothing dealing with a child's sex acts astonishes or influences the public in any way, shape or form. It is nodded at, winked at and shrugged at, but nothing is done. Unless there is outlandish perversion involved, it is accepted as a part of the times and culture we live in.
And, don't expect it to change. From all indications, sex with and between youngsters is going to become part and parcel of our future.
In this story, we are shown in explicit detail what is now happening in many contemporary homes. When Judy Douglas is caught up in an emotional problem that effects her sex life with her husband, the parents engage the services of their teen-age son to help her with a cure. Soon their young daughter becomes embroiled, then the daughter's best friend. Before long, the Douglas house is the setting for an orgy that will blow the reader's mind.
But it is easily something that could be occurring on your street ... TODAY!!!
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Mitch couldn't help feeling a little bit bitter as he watched his beautiful wife apply lotion to his immense, bloated erection. She was kneeling next to him, naked, her long raven hair nearly reaching her full, pink-nippled breasts, the triangle of black springy pubic curls easily within reach.
"Couldn't I start with your cunt, Judy? Just for a few strokes?"
She kept her gaze fixed on the glistening," swollen head of his pulsing cock. "Please, Mitch. Let's not get into that now. You're ready, and so am I. Let's not spoil it."
Releasing his veined, knurled organ, she squeezed a few drops of the lotion onto the tips of her fingers, then spread her shapely thighs and reached back through her crotch to spread the cream in and around her anus. Once that was done, she recapped the tube and put it on the night stand, then swung a leg over to straddle his prick. With eyes half closed, she took hold of his tool and guided the bulbous tip to her puckered rectum.
He felt his cockhead slide through the milky trough of her cunt, tempted to ram his member into her vagina, then sighed with resignation and covered her tremendous tits with his hands. In the space of a breath, the knob of his muscle was entering the puckered opening of her ass.
"Ooohhh, Mitch!" she gasped. "That's sooo good!"
Judy placed both hands on his shoulders, and a look of lewd rapture came over her face as she pressed her hips down, forcing his dick up her colon. Her nostrils flared and she bit her lower lip as the giant prick penetrated her rectum. She dropped slowly, getting the utmost pleasure from every fraction of an inch of hard cock that was invading her ass.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, Christ!" Mitch shivered uncontrollably as the rubbery tube engulfed his aching pecker. While he would have much preferred to be stabbing her juicy pussy, her hot and humid rectum did feel good.
She continued to descend until her pelvis was tight against his, then she mewed as she began contracting her anal muscles against his embedded dick teasingly, knowing that to him it felt like a hungry mouth .s
"There, baby!" she cooed. "Like that? Oh, Mitch, it's just so wonderful when you're clear inside me like this! I'm nearly ready to cum right now! Isn't it beautiful, dearest?" .
Mitch pushed up to her, grinding her soppy cunt against his groin and flattening her buns against his thighs. He was kneading her lush tits, feeling her hard nipples pressing against his palms. She took the hint, lifted her ass until only the head of his hard prong was impaled, then let herself down gradually, rotating her rectum sensuously on his joint.
"That's it, Jude!" he moaned. "Fuck it! Squeeze on it, love! Aaaggghhh! Get me off good! I need a good cum! Uuunnnggghhh!"
There was no doubt in his mind that it was going to be a terrific fuck. She felt guilty, and it would ease her conscience to wring him dry. To help her along, he let go of one of her titties and reached down to poke a finger into her frothy slit and titillate her erect clit.
"Darling!" she gasped. "Oh, sweet! You're going to get me off too fast! Hhhuuuhhh! I love it! Play with my little cock! Ooohhh! I'll get you off, dear! I'll drain your balls! Oh, God! How fantastic!"
She was breathing quickly and shallowly now, speeding up the rhythm of her bucking ass. The cheeks of her butt were slapping loudly against his thighs as she forced the long, thick organ its full length into her endless tube. Her face was contorted with ecstasy, and her entire body was quivering.
Mitch began helping her, matching her bouncing with powerful thrust of his hips, spearing his tingling cock into ther tightly compressed tunnel. Her lotion-slick colon clamped on his pecker like a fist, and a scalding river of jizz was already coursing through the tubes in his groin.
"Come on, baby! Fuck it! Pound that ass! Aaarrrggghhh! Oh, damn! Fuck! I'm getting there! Ungh! Ungh! Jesus! Fuck me off! Do it, Jude! Cum! Cum! Ungh! Ungh!"
Judy's nails were biting into his chest as she began to slam her ass on his prick, flexing her anal muscles with each stroke. His plummeting dick was rubbing against the walls of her vagina and bumping against her womb. She was corkscrewing on his prick, making it hit against her intestines, and her cunt was drooling.
"Mitch! Oh, God, I'm almost there! Oh, fuck! Fuuuuuuck! You're such a wonderful fuck! Hhhuuuhhh! Ooohhh! Tell me, hon! Tell me, hon! Tell me when you're ready! Huh! Huh! Huh!"
He could feel her cunt cream working up a lather on his pelvis and could tell by her wild gyrations that she was nearing climax. Grabbing her waist with both hands, he began lurching up to her, driving his tool deep into her slippery rectum. The load of sizzling sperm was close to the base of his prick, and he wasn't going to hold it back.
"Baby! Fuck! I'm going to fill your ass! Oh, shit! It's almost there! Ungh! Ungh! NOW! NOOOOOW! HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH! FUCK, FUUUUUUCK! GGGAAAHHH! UNGH! UNGH!"
Just as the stream of boiling cum began hosing into her, Judy reached her orgasm. She hissed through clenched teeth, then threw her head back and wailed aloud.
They both remained motionless, breathing heavily while they waited for their body tremors to cease, then Judy lifted off his wilting poker and got off the bed. Keeping her asshole puckered, she got some tissues from the box on the night stand and wiped the cum, lotion, and streaks of shit from his organ. Then she walked carefully into the adjoining bathroom and sat down on the stool.
Mitch swung off the bed, opened the blinds to let the warm morning sunshine in, then returned to sit on the bed and light a cigarette. He stared at the glowing tip moodily, heard the toilet flush, then looked up to watch his wife return to take a seat at her dressing table and begin brushing out her rich ebony tresses.
"The kids won't be up yet, Judy. Can we talk now for a while?"
She looked at his reflection in the mirror and continued brushing. "Dear, do we have to? I'm still glowing from what we just did."
He tried to keep his anger in check. "Look, I took off work this week for the sole purpose of settling this problem between us. I think the sooner we get started the better. Putting it off isn't going to make it any easier."
Judy sighed soulfully. "I know, but I don't understand what more we can do. I've been to a psychiatrist, and we've both seen that sex counselor. I don't see how hashing it all over again is going to help.
A helpless feeling of frustration came over Mitch as he stared at her sculptured back, small waist and dimpled ass. It did seem futile to discuss it any more. Since her abortion the year before, she had refused to let him enter her cunt, even though she had had a tubal ligation and he had had a vasectomy. She had been terrified of being pregnant at thirty-eight, and now had a severe mental block toward vaginal intercourse.
Though there was no hesitancy on her part to suck him off or let him fuck her in the ass whenever he wanted, she was adamant about not allowing him to screw her pussy. They had spent countless hours and much money trying to alleviate her abject fear, but no one or nothing had helped. Now, the situation had become so acute for him that he was seriously considering divorce, even though he loved her deeply.
"Jude, something has to be done, and be done this week. I mean it. We can't go on like this."
She whirled around on the bench, her eyes sad and her chin quivering. "Do you think I like it? Do you? My God, I know I'm not being a wife. How do you think it makes me feel?"
"All right, hon," he said soothingly. "I know it's not good for you, either. But we have to work it out. At least we have to try everything."
"And what do you suggest?" she asked, her large high breasts swaying as she rose and crossed over for a cigarette. "I'll listen to anything at this point."
He let his eyes rove over her as she lit up. She was moderately tall, with a figure all her friends envied. Her tits, though big for her frame, were perfect cones, tipped with wide aureoles and almost constantly hard nipples. Her stomach and abdomen were flat and muscled. The black thatch of pubic hair didn't conceal the puffy vulvae of her cunt nor the pink slit that separated the lips. Her hips were nicely rounded, and her legs well-tapered. She could have passed for ten years younger any day.
"I was thinking about what that Sybil Hartman told us," he said. "You know, about trying it out with someone else."
She stood before him, looking at him with disgust. "She may call herself a sex counselor, but I think she just likes to talk about it. Do you actually think I'd fuck someone else? Christ, I wouldn't even fuck that psychiatrist when he said it would be just the thing to solve my problems."
"Now, calm down, Jude. Sit down and let's talk. I've got another idea."
Judy went back to the bench at the dressing table and dropped down, her poise returning. "Okay, Mitch. I'm listening."
He put out his cigarette, took a deep breath, then leaned forward with his elbows on his thighs. "I've given this a lot of thought the last couple of days. We've agreed that the main cause of your difficulty is a subconscious fear of my prick, and that's because I made you pregnant last year. Right?"
"Yes. That's what everybody seems to think, anyway."
"All right. Now, if someone else were to fuck you for a while, to get you used to it again, it might overcome that fright."
She shook her head slowly. "Oh, Mitch, weren't you even listening to me? I don't want another man to touch me. Surely you can't think that I would do that, let alone like it."
"I haven't finsihed, Judy. Don't say anything, now. Just listen. I wouldn't want another man to fuck you. It would make me damn jealous, no matter who it was. Still, the only solution we have left is for you to fuck someone else other than me." He paused and looked into her violet eyes. "I was thinking that we could use Kent."
Her jaw dropped, and her eyebrows shot up. "Kent? Our own son? If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were insane!"
A thick silence followed while Mitch rubbed the back of his neck, then he said, "Judith, I swear it's our only out. If you don't get yourself straightened out so we can go back to living like man and wife, I'm going to get a divorce. You're going to have to make up your mind. It's all up to you."
Judy had recovered somewhat, but her hands were shaking as she lit another cigarette. "But ... he's only sixteen! And I'm his mother! He'd never do it!"
"You don't know that. He may be a kid, but he's nearly full grown. And he's got a prick, and that's what you need. If you approached it the right way, and told him why you wanted him to screw you, I'm sure he would."
"I'd feel like a fool. He'd be putting his cock in the same hole he came out of. I don't even think I could cum. God! What if I did climax? I'd be like his ... his whore!"
Mitch got up to go over and place a gentle hand on her white shoulder. "No, you wouldn't. If you had an orgasm with him, you could start cuming with me again."
She looked up at him with wet eyes. "Perhaps. But what about Dyla? She's only twelve, but she'd certainly guess what was going on."
"We'd all have to be in on it, honey. Like a family project. At first, we'd have to go slow. Let them see our bodies naked. Have them undress. Go around the house nude. Talk to them about sex. Then you could take Kent off to the side and seduce him gradually."
Judy reached for a tissue and wiped her tears away. "You make it all sound so easy. I'd be embarrassed. So would the kids. It's not a simple thing to make your own son and have your daughter know about it."
"It's a worth a try, isn't it? To save our marriage? Sure, they'll be shocked at first, but if we handle it carefully, I know they'll get over it."
She stood up and pressed her naked body against his. "Yes, it's worth it. I couldn't stand to have you leave me. I'll do whatever it takes. What should I do first?"
After kissing her passionately, he said, "Go out and fix breakfast as usual, just the way you are. I'll take a quick shower and come out, but I'll wear my puch. Little Dyla shouldn't be afraid of a nude woman, but my big prick might scare her."
"All right, Mitch. Just please hurry. I'll need all the support I can get."
"Give me five minutes." He reached between them to caress her furry cunt. "Be brave. It'll work out just fine."
Judy kissed him again, then went to the hall door. She opened it cautiously, listened, then stepped out and started for the kitchen. The kid's doors were closed, but she could hear them moving around and knew they would be out soon. Her heavy tits flopped and slapped as she passed through the living and dining rooms, causing her to think that she had never paraded around the house naked before, not even when she was alone.
She hesitated when she reached the kitchen and gazed down at her bare body, suddenly guilt-ridden and ashamed. For the love of Mitch she could go through with it, but it would have to be a little at a time. She went a counter drawer and took out a tiny gingham apron that she saved for special occasions. It would at least cover her cunt.
With the apron on, she began getting the things out for their usual Saturday morning breakfast, bacon and eggs. After plugging in the electric skillet, she started setting the table. She was thinking so hard about what she was going to do and say when the children came in that she failed to notice her son in the doorway.
Kent was the image of his father; tall, broad shouldered, with brown eyes and wavy brown hair. He was wearing only a pair of cutoffs, since he was planning on washing the car. At the sight of his near-naked mother, he had stopped in his tracks and his face was frozen into an expression of total disbelief.
When Judy finally looked up and saw him, she felt her face flush, but she managed a smile just the same. "Good morning, son. You're the first one here. Want to get the bacon started?"
The boy was mesmerized. It shamed him, but he couldn't take his eyes off his mother's huge tits. He had never seen her even in a bra before, and now they were bare and pointing straight' at him. He couldn't see her cunt because of the apron, but it was plain that she didn't have anything else on.
"Are ... are you...?" he stammered. "I mean, I...!"
She wanted to help him, but there was no way. It had gone this far, and Mitch was counting on her. "Go ahead, Kent. And be sure to put paper towels under the fried pieces."
His face was beet red as he forced his feet to move and went over to the frying pan. He could feel his prick swelling, but there was no way he could stop it. There were several magazines in his room with pictures of naked women, and he quite often looked at them while he was jacking off. To have a real naked woman in the room with him, even though it was his mother, got him all hot and bothered.
"Be sure not to get it too crisp," Judy said, going to the fridge for orange juice. "You know how your dad likes it."
Kent turned his head to answer, and his eyes bulged. His mother was bending over, and he could see all of her ass. He could even see the black curls of hair that hung down from her crotch that he knew fringed her pussy. His cock surged into a hard-on and the hot head crawled up his belly. It was too much!
Mitch has showered and shaved in record time, and had gone to the dresser for his genital pouch. It was a small, blue satin thing Judith had bought for him years before which covered only his cock and balls and had a thin elastic strap that went around the waist. He had worn it only while they were alone, but hadn't touched it for over a year. He slipped it on, combed his hair, then started down the hall. Dyla's door opened ahead of him, and his young daughter stepped out. When she saw him, her eyes nearly popped out of her head.
"I'm sorry, daddy!" she apologized quickly. "I thought that ... excuse me!"
When she started to back into her room, Mitch said, "What's the matter, sweetheart? Let's go eat breakfast."
She looked away, obviously flustered. "I ... I'm not hungry right now. I'll wait till later."
"Don't be silly, honey." He moved forward and took her by the hand. "You're probably starving as usual. Your mother's already started on it. C'mon."
Reluctantly, the girl let herself be led to the kitchen, careful not to let her eyes drift to the gigantic satin-covered bulge at her father's pelvis. She was still trying to think of an excuse to go back to her room when they entered the kitchen and she spied her mother. The shock made her dizzy, and she had to lean against her dad for support.
"Well, there you are," Judy said cheerfully, seeing the stunned look on her daughter's face. "You two sit down at the table. It'll be a few minutes yet. I'll get your coffee, dear."
Dyla was numb as she sank onto her chair and watched her mother's ass and tits bobble as she pranced around the room. It didn't bother her so much as astound her that her mother had no clothes on. When she was a little girl, they had taken baths together, and she remembered what her mother's body looked like. Still, with her mother appearing in front of them that way now, and her father wearing nothing but that funny little pouch, she couldn't understand what was going on.
"You go to the table, too, Kent," Judy said. "I'll take over now."
The boy hated to turn away from the counter and expose the fact that he had a hard-on, but he couldn't very well stand there all day. He nodded, and unwillingly crossed the room as quickly as he could and took his seat.
"Morning, Kent," Mitch said casually. He had seen the mound in his son's jeans, and knew that seeing Judy had given him an erection. It didn't surprise him. He was actually glad that the boy had shown a reaction, for that would make the task he had in mind easier.
"Hi, dad," Kent said quietly, sipping his juice. "Still want me to wash the car this morning?"
"We'll see later. Your mother and I want to talk to you kids about a few things after breakfast."
The protrusion in her brother's jeans hadn't escaped Dyla, either, and she was more curious than ever. She had been the first to go to her room the night before, and she wondered if something had happened in her absence. But yet, while her parents seemed totally unconcerned about their nudity, Kent looked just as befuddled as she was. All she could do now was wait and hope for an explanation.
The normal family things were discussed during the meal, such as chores, new clothes and things. Both Mitch and his wife were aware Kent was having a difficult time keeping his glance from straying to his mother's bounteous tits which were visible above the table, even though he did sneak a cautious peek every once in a while. Then they finished, and the children appeared relieved when the adults announced they would take their coffee into the living room.
As soon as their parents were out of the room, Dyla whispered to her brother, "What the heck's going on?"
He shrugged and shook his head. "Beats me."
"But they're almost naked!"
"I know, damnit! Let's get the dishes done. They want to talk to us."
In the front room, Mitch and Judy sat in their chairs that were separated by a low lamp table, Judy leaned back and heaved a deep sigh.
"Well, I got through that much, dear. It wasn't easy, but I managed it."
"You sure did, and I'm proud of you. But why the apron? I thought you were going to show him everything."
"I know, but I chickened out. He saw enough to get a hard-on, anyway." She rubbed a hand across her brow. "Darling, I'm not sure I can go through with this. Sincerely. He's so young, and I can't get it out of my mind that he's my son."
"You've got to try, Judy. Take off that apron so that when he comes in he'll see your pussy right away. We'll know where to go from there when we see how he reacts."
She gritted her teeth, swallowed hard, then nodded. "Okay, but you've got to take that thing off, too. If we're going to shock one, we might as well shock both."
"Fine. It won't hurt either one of them to look."
They both stood, and while Mitch peeled off the satin pouch, Judy untied her apron and dropped it on the floor. When they had both stripped, she stepped over to throw her arms around him and hug him.
"I hope this works, Mitch. I truly do want to feel your cock in my pussy again."
"It will. Trust me."
They were seated again when the kids entered fifteen minutes later. Dyla followed Kent through the dining room, then they both saw their parent's genitals out in the open for the first time. Kent gulped when he stared at his mother's cunt covered with dark springy curls, and Dyla sucked in her breath at her glimpse of the very first prick she had ever seen in her young life. As if in a trance, they stumbled over until they were standing directly in front of their parents.
"I know you're both surprised at seeing us like this," Mitch said comfortingly, "but we have a definite reason for what we're doing. Don't let it blow your mind. Our bodies are very much the same as yours, as you can see. There's no reason for you to be upset. You're not, are you?"
While Dyla shook her head jerkily, Kent murmured, "No."
"Good. Would it upset you very much to undress right here in front of us and be just like we are?"
The children's faces turned red, and Dyla looked as if she was terror-stricken, but after a moment, each of them shook their head. Assuming they were supposed to strip immediately, they backed up a few steps, and lowered their eyes to the floor while they began to peel off their clothes.
Dyla was tall for her age, but stood only as high as her brother's shoulder. She was thin yet well-proportioned, had tits the size of grapefruit halves, and her jaunty ass was like two ripe melons.
Ashamed of her breasts, she took her shorts and brief panties off first, revealing a pouting cunt covered with tiny wisps of dark hair. Her slit was pronounced, all the way through her crotch. Then she took off her blouse and bra. Her titties stuck straight out from her chest, with dime-size nipples at the points.
Mitch let his prick swell to an erection when he viewed his daughter's virgin body, feeling that the kids would see it sooner or later, and he began to salivate profusely at the thought of tasting Dyla's tender young cunt.
It didn't take Kent long to peel his cutoffs and shorts down his legs and step out of them. The hair around his pelvis and scrotum was as brown as that on his head. His prick was stiff, a white scimitar that curved up from his groin with a flanged head that was bloated and purple-tinted. It jumped as he stood there, as if anxious to plow into the warm, moist tunnel of a twat.
The size of her son's joint took Judy by surprise, and as she gaped at it unashamedly, she felt cunt juice seeping from her dilating hole into her gash. After seeing his organ, a full six inches long and thick, it was difficult not to admit to the lust that boiled within her.
This plan of Mitch's wasn't going to be so bad after all.
CHAPTER TWO
Standing nearly side by side, and only a few feet apart, neither Kent nor Dyla glanced at each other, though they desperately wanted to see the mysterious physical features that had been hidden from them for so long. It had been imbued in them for years that they weren't to see the other's body, and those warnings were still in their minds.
"Well, now," Mitch said complacently, "That isn't so bad, is it? Now we're seeing each other as God made us, aren't we?"
The children nodded almost imperceptibly.
Judy felt she had to add a vote of confidence, too. "You both have perfectly beautiful bodies. I hadn't realized until now how mature you'd become."
Mitch was more than pleased at how well the youngsters were accepting the new situation, but he wanted to take advantage of the moment while they were still so agreeable. Kent was his main concern, for he was to be the star in the forthcoming play. If they tried to explain things now, Dyla might ask embarrassing questions that could cause the boy to become overly concerned about his part.
"Darling," Mitch said to Judy, "why don't you take Kent to our room and have a chat with him. Dyla and I will stay here and I'll explain things to her."
His suggestion of an immediate confrontation with the boy startled Judy, causing her to catch her breath. Then, realizing the necessity of giving Kent the privilege of privacy when he was told what he was expected to do, she nodded assent and got to her feet.
"I think that's best. Come along, Kent. We'll have a little mother and son talk."
The boy was apprehensive. He wasn't sure he liked the idea of being alone naked with his mother in a bedroom, afraid that if he looked at her luscious body long enough, he'd cream without even having to touch his cock. But since there didn't seem to be any way out, he obediently followed her down the hall, watching her magnificent ass cheeks grind together.
Smiling warmly at his lovely young daughter, Mitch pointed to the couch across from him. "Sit down, baby. Might as well be comfortable."
Stepping over shyly, Dyla sat down, keeping her legs primly together and folding her hands in her lap to hide her girlish cunny. She was uncomfortable, but at the same time fascinated by what her father had between his legs. His thick, veined penis was standing straight up in his lap, and hanging beneath it was a large hairy sac in which two round objects were clearly out-lined. Though her inquisitiveness about his male equipment was seething inside her, she didn't have the courage to ask about what they were or what they were used for.
"Is this going to take very long, daddy? I feel really weird sitting here without anything on."
"That's understandable, honey, but you'll relax after a while. Most girls feel somewhat strange the first time someone looks at their nude bodies. Just remember that I'm your father, and you don't have to be ashamed in front of me."
He dropped his gaze to her blossoming titties, round and firm with tiny pink nipples, and felt an overwhelming urge to put his mouth on them and suck the points into hardness. Then he had to struggle to put the thought out of his mind, because any physical contact with the girl wasn't part of the program at all.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Dyla asked innocently. "Is something wrong?"
"No, baby. Not a thing." He lit a cigarette to give him time to clear his head, then said, "Dyla, I want to explain the purpose behind all this. I know you're confused, and you have every right to be, so I'll try to clear things up for you. Some of the things I'm going to say may seem strange, and surprise you, but I know you're a big enough girl to understand."
"All right, daddy," she said simply. "I'll try."
"Good. You know that for the last year, your mother has had to see a doctor many, many times. We didn't tell you the reason, because we didn't think it was necessary. The truth of the matter is, she's been having trouble with her love life. With her sex life."
Dyla felt a lump form in her throat, and her pulse began to race. She didn't know too much about sex, but she was aware that older kids and adults did something called "fucking". Exactly what that was, she wasn't sure, but from what her friends said, it had something to do with that place between people's legs that always had to be covered up.
"Do you know what sexual intercourse is, honey?"
The abrupt question made her tense up and blink. "I don't think so. Not really. I know it has something to do with making love."
Mitch nodded. "That's right. A man enters a woman with his penis. He puts it into her vagina, and they ... ahhh, make love till they're both very happy."
Mitch was beginning to realize that discussing this with his daughter was going to be more difficult than he had thought. If he were to make her understand completely, he would have to explain the entire process of fucking, and that wasn't easy to do with a twelve-year-old girl. He was already becoming aroused, and his prick was surging. Any minute now, pre-cum would be oozing out of his cockhead.
"Daddy, can I ask something?"
"Sure."
Dyla pointed to his throbbing organ. "Is that long thing a penis?"
"Yes, it is. Do you know where a girl's vagina is?"
"Uh-huh. That's where I, you know, menstruate from."
It took a second for her to get the full impact of what he had-been telling her. When she realized that her tiny opening was where a guy put his penis, a feeling of dread came over her and she shuddered violently. It couldn't be! Not that huge thing! It would kill a girl! She stared at his mighty pole with its shiny, helmet-shaped head and gulped.
Mitch misinterpreted her reaction. He thought she was merely being self-conscious about discussing their private parts. She was terribly pure and naive, and he would have to be extremely careful of what he said and did.
"Well, Dyla, you understand sexual intercourse now. Your mother is having problems with it. It's entirely mental, but it needs to be treated physically. We're going to ask your brother to help her get better."
Puzzled, the girl frowned. "I don't get it, dad. He's just a kid. I don't think he knows much more than I do. What could he do to help?"
There was no way to put it except bluntly, so Mitch filled his lungs and blurted it out. "Honey, for a while, I don't know how long, your brother is going to sleep with your mother in our bed. We're hoping that he'll ... have sexual intercourse with her to make her better."
Dyla's expression was first of total awe, then horror. She put a hand to her mouth, her eyes went wide, and she shook her head dumbly.
"I know it's hard to accept, baby," he said sympathetically, "but your mother and I had no alternative. Later on we'll go into detail about why it was necessary, but I can tell you now that it was either that or getting a divorce."
Tears began streaming down her cheeks, her shoulders shook with sobs, and she stared at him as though he were a total stranger. She stood up slowly, walked toward him with faltering steps, then suddenly flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her wet face against his throat.
"How ... how could you? Oh, my God, how could you?"
He hugged her close, feeling her spongy tits pressing against his chest, and patted her bare back, "Easy, kitten, easy. When you're through crying, we'll go in the kitchen and I'll make you one of my special sodas."
Judy was as nervous as her son when they went into her room and she closed the door. They walked silently to the unmade bed and sat down, Kent folding his arms across his lap in an effort to conceal his pulsing hard-on. He could feel the heat from her close body and smell the faint aroma of her perfume, which made his agony all the more painful. He saw her put her hands between her thighs and heard her uneven breathing. When she finally spoke, he jerked involuntarily.
"Kent, we're going to talk about some pretty serious things. Do you think you're man enough to speak to me on an adult level?"
"I ... guess so, mom."
Steeling herself for the hardest thing she had ever done, Judy began evenly and calmly. "Kent, I know your penis has been hard since you first saw me in the kitchen, and I know why. Believe me, it's perfectly normal. I also know that you masturbate and have wet dreams. That's natural, too. I'm saying these things so that you'll know I feel you shouldn't be ashamed by any of it. Do you understand?"
"Y ... yes, ma'am," he replied meekly, totally befuddled by her attitude. He had been scared that she would catch him jacking off, and was chagrined when she saw his hard-on.
"So, you know what a pleasure it is to ejaculate, and that's good. Have you ever seen a naked girl or woman? I mean in the flesh, and not the pictures in those magazines you have in your room."
The boy was flabbergasted. He had no idea she knew about the magazines. "No, mom. Honest! Not even once."
"I believe you." She rubbed her thighs, feeling the pressure of what she was putting the boy through, and regretting that she had to do it. "You do know what the word fuck means, don't you?"
Kent leaped to his feet in terror. "Mom, I never have! I swear I haven't! Not with anybody! Ever!"
"Don't get upset, dear. I'm not accusing you. I merely asked if you knew what fucking was. Now answer me."
She was looking up at his face, but in the periphery of her vision she could see his long white prick jutting up starkly from his groin, and she wanted to reach out and curl her hand around the rigid staff.
"I suppose I do. Some of my buddies have done it, and told me about how it was."
His mind was whirling, trying to figure out what she was getting at. Surely she knew that his dad had talked to him the year before about sex, and that he had sex classes at school. If she knew about his jacking off and the magazines, she must know that he was aware of what a cock and cunt were for. What she was talking about didn't make sense.
"Sit down, love. I'm not through." When he dropped down beside her again, she turned her entire body to face him so he could see her tits and hairy cunt full on. "Kent, I'm going to give it to you straight. I have a problem that is effecting my marriage. If I don't solve it soon, your father might divorce me. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
"Gosh, no! That'd be awful! Jeez, I thought you two got along great!"
"We do, except for one thing. For a reason I can't go into now, I haven't let him ... fuck me for almost a year."
"Huh?" His mother's admission took him so much aback that his brain reeled. He had heard their moans and cries of pleasure as recently as last week, and had been sure they were fucking. As a matter-of-fact, he had smirked to himself about it, picturing his dad on top of his mom with his big prick crammed in her cunt. One night less than a month ago, he had jacked off right outside their door while he listened to them do what he thought was screwing.
"Oh, I take care of him in other ways, but I just can't seem to make myself let him fuck me in the vagina. That's my problem, Kent, and I'd like to have you help me get over it. You're almost a man, and you're the only one I'd want to do what I need."
Kent was looking her straight in the face, totally ignoring the twin mountains pointed at him and the wooly twat presented to his view. His bewilderment was complete, and he couldn't conceive that she meant what he thought she did.
"What ... what do you mean, mom? What do you need?"
Judy's face was full of compassion as she rested a hand on his shoulder, then raised one of his hands to her fleshy breast. "I want you to get me over this, sweetheart. I want you to start fucking me as often as you can. In my ... pussy. If you will, your father and I can be happy again."
The boy wasn't so dazed that hje didn't thrill at the feel of her soft tit. His stiff dick jumped as he cupped the gelatinous cone and squeezed it gently. It was the first bare tit he had ever touched, and it felt terrific. Glancing down, he watched his fingers dig into the mushy globe, and a strangled moan came from deep in his throat.
"Does that feel good?" Judy asked softly.
"It's scary, mom. No kidding. It's so soft. Kinda like a pillow."
Judy knew what he was feeling, because she was getting turned on herself. Kent was kneading the very tit he had sucked on a baby, but now his touching it had a different meaning and more sensuous purpose. Her uterus was spasming, and vaginal milk was seeping into her cuntal crevice. There was newness to this, and a carnal kind of wickedness, too.
"Will you do what I asked, dear? Will you help me?"
"Sure, mom. Yeah. But what about dad? And Dyla?"
"Your father knows all about it, and he's telling your sister right now. Why don't we lay down here on the bed and get used to each other? We haven't cuddled since you were little."
Sliding back on the bed, Judy turned on her side and waited for her son to join her. There was an anxious expression on his face as he swung around, then scooted up to her until his prick was punching into her belly. She slipped an arm under his head, then began rubbing a hand up and down his side, hip and thigh.
He pushed his chest farther forward until her tremendous tits were partially squashed against him, then put a hand on her ass gingerly and began tracing his fingers over the rounded bun. His aching joint was thumping between them. They both felt it. As she kissed his cheek, nose and lips, she let her hand wander down to his thrumming cock and touched it ever so lightly with her fingertips. It was rock-hard and hot.
"Uuummm, this is nice," she murmured. "You know, we're going to have to go awfully slow at first. I'm not sure if I can take your cock in my pussy either. We'll have to do it a little at a time."
"I don't care," he moaned. "Whatever you want, I'll do."
"You're a good boy. Just relax and let mommy take care of everything. I'll make sure you feel good."
Cautiously wrapping her hand around his quivering prick, she made a fist and began stroking it with a feather touch, letting him get used to the feeling. She gradually tightened her grip until she could feel the gristle under the smooth skin. Then, making small purring sound, she bent his organ down until the silken head was buried in her pubic fur.
"Ooohhh, mom!" he whimpered. "Your hair down there is so soft! I'm scared to tell you this, but I've been hard so long I ache!"
"Don't worry, dearest. Mommy knows what to do."
Judy cocked her upper leg up, then moved his cockknob down until it was rubbing her clit. She pressed the fiery tip hard against the erect nubbin, then began pumping on his shaft, sliding the loose skin back and forth from root to crown.
"Jeeeez!" the boy gasped. "Mom, are you going to jack me off? With my cock against your pussy like that?"
"I think we'd both enjoy that, don't you? It's a very nice way to start, don't you think?"
Kent could only groan with delighted bliss and grip the firm flesh of his mother's ass. Her soft hand gliding on his prick was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him, and all he wanted to do was revel in the thrilling joy of it. He could feel the intense heat exuding from her cunt and the hard little point that was rubbing against the tip of his dick, though he didn't know what it was. Her slot was wet, too.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, mom! That's so great! I really dig it when you jack me off! Aaaggghhh! I can't take much more! After looking at you naked all morning, I feel like I could cum right now! Uuummmfff! Gooood!"
"Hold it in as long as you can, sweet! Let it build up so you shoot real hard! Mommy wants to feel your hot juice all over her! Oh, Kent, you're such a darling! Uuummm! Uuummm! Ooohhh!"
Judy was flipping her tingling clit back and forth with the end of his pecker, striving for a clitoral orgasm. She could feel her abdomen palpitating with the internal spasms that were clamping her womb. Her cuntal furrow was already frothy with her syupy fluid, and she was rapidly approaching the peak of climax. Her fist was moving frantically on his piston, and she was hunching at him uncontrollably.
"Moooommmmy! I can't wait much longer! My stuff is starting into my cock! Aaarrrggghhh! Unf! Unf! Unf! It's too much! I can't stop it! MOOOOOM! HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH! UH! UH! UH! OOOHHH, JESUS! I'M....
CUUUUUUUMING! UUUHHH! UUUHHH! AAAHHH! OH, GOD!"
The boy's dick swelled even more in her fist as he went rigid, but she didn't stop stroking it furiously. Then the dam broke, and scalding jizz was spurting against her clit, filling her slit, and spraying her thighs. She had an orgasm when the first jet of her son's cum hit her pussy, then as the torrent continued to spurt, she had another one.
"KENT! OH, MY DEAREST BABY! CUM! CUM! MOMMY IS TOO! OH, DARLING! FILL MOMMY'S CUNT WITH YOUR FUCK JUICE! HHHUUUHHH! OH, FUCK! AAAGGGHHH! HUH! HUH! HUH! MY GOD, WHAT A LOAD! OOOHHH! KEEEEENT! HONEY! MOMMY LOVES YOU! AAAHHH! AAAHHH!"
When her reeling senses began to return to normal, and the boy's prick started to soften in her grip, she released him to roll over on her back and reach for tissues to wipe them off. His eyes were closed, and he was panting for breath as she sopped up the river of sperm that had exploded from his young tool. When she was through, she moved around so that his face was under her chest and rubbed a hard nipple across his lips.
"There, darling. Suck on that for a while till you feel like getting up. That's it, baby. It'll make you feel better. Kent, you were just wonderful."
It took a while for Mitch to get Dyla calmed down and take her to the kitchen where she blew her nose on napkins and washed her face at the sink. Watching her move around, with her budding titties bobbling sweetly and seeing her pert little ass clearly when she rinsed her face, didn't help his hard prick at all. It was still at full erection, only now there was a shimmering drop of clear liquid in his pee slit, and his balls hurt like hell.
He opened a can of beer and leaned against the counter to stare at her cunt while she dried her face. Her convex cuntal mound was pronounced, and she didn't have enough hair to hide the puffy lips of her twat. The brink of her slit was rose pink, but he knew that her gash farther in would be a deep coral. It was her virgin innocence that turned him on, and he recognized the fact. Still, if she hadn't been his daughter, he would have gotten down on his hands and knees to lick her sweet pussy.
"Ready for that soda now?" he asked when she disposed of the paper towels.
"I don't think so." Her voice was sad. She walked over to stand next to him and lean her head against his arm. "Daddy, do you think they're really doing that now? What you said?"
"No. I imagine they're just talking things over.
Mother's going to be gentle with him. She won't let anything happen till he's ready."
"But they will, won't they? Have sexual intercourse?"
"I certainly hope so. That's why we're going through all this. It's not exactly easy, you know."
Dyla-nodded against his arm. "I suppose it isn't. Daddy, what happens when he puts it in? Do they just lay there till they're ready to get up?"
Mitch chuckled and took a sip of his beer. "No, honey. If everything goes right, they both achieve an orgasm. A climax."
"What's that?"
He looked out the window thoughtfully. "Well, for the girl it's like feeling super wonderful all over. I've heard it said that it's like soaring through the clouds. For the man it's nearly the same way, only he ... ejaculates."
Dyla moved around in front of him and folded her arms under her small tits. "I've never heard that word. What does it mean?"
Mitch was beginning to wish he had told her to get dressed. Seeing her stark naked and talking about fucking was almost more than he could bear. Worse than that, his will power was breaking down alarmingly, and while he was a very moral man, he was also human. He fought to keep his eyes on hers while he explained.
"A man has semen in his testicles," he said, pointing at his balls. "When he has intercourse with a woman, it runs up through tubes in the groin here, flows up through the penis like this, then comes out through this opening in the end. Semen is what makes babies."
She had been following his indicating finger with avid interest, seemingly unconcerned now that she was gawking at her dad's prick. After staring at the slit in the head for some time, she asked, "What's it like, that semen?
,It's white and thick, something like cream"
She looked up at him excitedly. "Could you make it come out now so I could see what it's like?"
"No, baby, I can't."
At once, she turned pouting and sullen. "I don't see why not, after what you're letting Kent do to mommy. That's not fair. I just want to see."
"Dyla," he said patiently, "that's not it. It doesn't just come out. The penis has to be rubbed. By a vagina, or a hand, or something. It has to be pumped out."
Her resentment disappeared immediately, and her eyes began to shine brightly. Could I do that to you? With my hand, I mean?"
It took him only a second to make up his mind. He was in no condition to deny such a harmless request when it meant easing the pain in his groin and balls. Placing the can on the counter, he nodded. "All right, kitten, but just this one time."
She was smiling broadly as she extended her hand and closed it around his surging cock. "Gosh, it's so hard! And so hot, too! Wow! What do I do?"
"Just move your fist up and down on it. Hold it tightly, honey. It won't hurt me. That's it, only stroke it farther up the shaft. Now you've got it. Oh, baby! That feels good!"
Gripping the counter edge with both hands, he watched her tiny hand fly up and down his dick. She wasn't doing it expertly, but it didn't matter. He was so fucking hot a few fast strokes would be enough to bring him off.
"Like that, daddy? Jeez, it moves in my hand! Golly! It feels like a piece of hot steel! How long does it take?"
"Not much more, sweetheart!" he groaned, trying not to writhe. "A little faster, now! Uuunnnggghhh! That's it, doll! Ooohhh! Squeeze it a little more! Aaaggghhh!"
Dyla had her eyes glued to the bulbous purple head, waiting expectantly for the white cream to come out. She was bent over slightly, with her face nearly over the head of his prick. Her hand was flying up and down in a blur, and she was making funny noises with her mouth.
"A little more! Dyla! Oh, God! Pump it, honey! Make me cum! Christ, that's good! Uuunnnggghhh! Ungh! Ungh! I'm ... almost ... ready! Just ... a ... AAARRRGGGHHH! UNG! UNG! OOOHHH! DYLA! HOLY MOTHER! HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH! UH! UH! UH!"
When he began jerking, and the fountain of sizzling jizz shot in jets from his quivering cock, Dyla jumped back as if hit in the face. She watched the spurts squirt in the air, then rain down to splatter on the floor at her feet. She was filled with a mixture of fear and wonder at the awesome spectacle. When it stopped, and the last drops oozed from his tool, she was still staring at it.
"My gosh, dad! Oh, my gosh! That must have hurt awful!"
CHAPTER THREE
They were both watching Mitch's dripping prick wilt down against his balls when a sudden pealing bell startled them. The young girl gave her father's dick one last glance, then stepped over to the wall phone and took it off the hook.
"Hello?"
"Dyla? This is Eileen. What's going down?"
Eileen Stevens was Dyla's closest friend, though she was two years older. The pretty little blonde was the victim of a broken home, and lived with a mother that did a lot of playing around. They had gravitated together through mutual aquaintances and had become nearly inseparable. There were no secrets between them, but Dyla knew it would be impossible to explain what was going on in her house at the moment.
"Oh, nothing much. What's new with you?"
Eileen made a funny sound, like a short sharp laugh. "Well, my mom didn't come home again last night. She hasn't called or anything. I guess she's out getting screwed someplace. If I'd known she wouldn't be here, I'd have had a boy over."
Dyla felt self-conscious standing there naked and talking to her friend with her nude father only a few feet away. She was afraid that Eileen might somehow suspect what she had just done, even though it was ridiculous. She tried to keep her voice light and casual.
"Oh, you wouldn't have done that, kid. You know what could happen."
"The heck I wouldn't! I'd have even gotten your brother over here just to see if I could make him hard. Darn it anyway, Dyla. Why can't you fix me up with him? I'd give him anything he wanted. And I mean anything!"
"He's got a girl. Trisha Maxwell. You wouldn't stand a chance against her."
Eileen giggled. "I bet I would if I showed him my ninnies and pussy. I'd get him so hard he'd tear his pants. Look what are you going to do today? Why not come over, and we'll mess around doing something."
Dyla turned in time to see her father wiping up his juice from the floor. The hairy sac hanging from his crotch was swinging back and forth, and the sight made her blood race though she didn't know why. "I can't kid. We ... my family and I have something else planned. Maybe tomorrow, huh? I'll call you."
Eileen sounded disappointed when she said. "Oh, all right. I guess I can find something to do.
See ya."
Mitch washed and dried his hands, then picked up his beer and drained the can. He opened another one and went into the front room, purposely avoiding his daughter's eyes. Letting her jack him off had been a mistake, and he didn't feel at all good about it. While it really hadn't done any harm, he was starting to feel a deep-seated desire for her that was unhealthy to say the least, and that would never do.
Dyla had trailed him in, and before sitting down, he turned and told her, "I think you'd better get your clothes on now, baby. As a matter-of-fact, we'll all get dressed when your mother comes out."
She walked over to hug him, crushing her tits against his chest and feeling his soft cock against her belly. "I liked what you let me do, daddy. Really. If mom's going to sleep with Kent, are you going to sleep with me?"
He rubbed her bare back with his free hand and inhaled the clean fragrance of her hair. "I don't know yet, kitten. Let me think about it. Go put your things on and straighten up your room. We'll talk about it later."
The girl nodded solemnly and started across the room toward the hall, and met her nude mother in the doorway. They looked at each other silently, then each continued on their way. Judy walked over to her chair, sat, then lit a cigarette while Mitch sighed and dropped down., "Kent's taking a shower," the woman said quietly.
"How did it go?"
She rubbed a hand over her tits, making them jiggle. "Okay, I guess. He took it better than I thought he would."
"Did you fuck him?"
Judy inhaled and exhaled deeply. "No, not this time. It's much too serious to go at it right away. I jacked him off with his cock in my slit. He liked it. That's as far as I could go."
Mitch took a long swallow from his can and adjusted his dick and nuts. "How about you? Did it turn you on?"
She fixed him with a look that was slightly troubled. "Hon, this won't work if I'm not honest with you. Yes, it did turn me on. I ... actually found myself wanting to suck his prick. Does that sound terrible? It would probably frighten him to death, but I would like to give him a blow job."
"Why not do it, then? Jude, this can't be a half-way thing. If it's going to work at all, you'll have to let yourself go all the way. If sucking him off will get you hot enough to let him fuck you, hell, go ahead."
"You wouldn't mind?"
He had to mull that over for a moment. Letting the boy ram his organ in her pussy was one thing, but the idea of her putting her mouth on his dick gave him a pang of jealousy. As far as he knew, his was the only prick she had ever mouthed, and though he didn't know why, he felt there was a wide difference between fucking and sucking.
"I'd mind. It would be stupid to deny it. But, honey, this is too damned important to think about that. If it means our getting together again, I'll stand it somehow."
She gave him a wan smile. "Sweetheart, you're being simply wonderful about everything. Did you talk to Dyla?"
Mitch nodded and looked away sheepishly. "Yes. And that's not all. We got to talking about sex, and I let her jack me off in the kitchen. She watched me cum."
Judy hid her surprise well, even though she had had some inkling of what his reaction would be to their naked daughter. As concerned a parent as he was, the girl's bare beauty was bound to get to him. Virginal purity was something that few men were able to resist, no matter what the relationship, and Mitch was no different than other males.
"Dear, I can see it on your face. You want to do something with Dyla, don't you? How far would you like to go?"
He groaned and lit a cigarette, unwilling to reveal his lust even to himself, let alone his wife. But, if she was willing to go through with their plan for the sake of their marriage, he didn't feel he had the right to hide anything from her.
"I don't know, Jude. I swear I don't She's not ready to be fucked. Christ, she hasn't even got all her cunt hair yet. I'd like to eat her pussy and suck her tits, but I don't think I could go any farther than that. You see, I'm just as bad as you are."
Judy bounded out of the chair, and with her tits flopping, hurried over to kneel at his feet. "No, Mitch. Don't say that. I've deprived you for so long. I know how much you must want to fuck a cunt. I think that as long as we're involving Kent, Dyla should do her share, too."
Looking down at her appreciatively, he ran his hand through her thick tresses. His prick was on the rise again, swelling to an erection. "Thank you, darling, but that would be depraved. You're the one we're trying to cure, not me. Besides, I don't think she'd accept it."
"She would if I talked to her. Please, Mitch, let me try. You wouldn't have to fuck her right off. Just let her get used to your prick little at a time. Make her cum, so she'll know what it feels like. It can't hurt her, and I know how much you want to."
He pursed his lips and looked into her pleading eyes, then bobbed his head. "All right. Only we'll have to do it where she can see you so she won't be terrified."
"You can do it right here. Kent can watch, too. He might learn something. I'll go get Dyla." She kissed the head of his cock, then rose to scamper down the hall to the girl's room.
Mitch finished his beer, but suddenly it tasted bitter, so he went to the kitchen to mix two drinks for himself and his wife. An enormous battle was waging within him. He wanted his daughter badly, and while his wife was all for it, he still felt strange about getting sexually involved with the young girl. It didn't seem right that his carnal craving was so intense that he would perform lascivious acts on a twelve-year-old girl.
When he returned to the living room, Kent was sitting naked on the couch. The boy was obviously ill at ease, wondering what his father really thought about what had occurred in the bedroom. Mitch sensed his son's discomfort, and tried to put his mind to rest.
"Well, son, what did you think of making love to your mother? She's quite a woman, isn't she?"
"Uh huh. I ... we really didn't do anything, dad. I mean we didn't go very far."
"I know. She told me. Well, once you both get used to it, it'll be much easier. Have you ever fucked a pussy, Kent?"
"No. I've wanted to, but I've never had the chance."
Mitch grinned. "You're in for quite an experience. There's nothing like a good bang, and your mother used to be one of the best. Just keep in mind that you're trying to please her, and you'll get the fuck of your life."
They looked up at that moment and saw Judy coming down the hall with a timid Dyla in tow. The girl was naked again, and her cheeks were flushed. Judy was smiling happily when she brought the bare young nymph over to stand in front of Mitch.
"We chatted, dear, and Dyla thinks it would be fun to have you fondle her. I told her how thrilling it was to climax, and she'd love to try it. You two go ahead. Kent and I will watch."
Dyla was trembling as her father stared first at her tender cunny, then at her budding titties. Her mother had assured her that he wasn't going to stick his gigantic cock into her pussy, and that all he wanted to do was to let her experience the joy of orgasm, so she wasn't afraid. The only thing that bothered her was having her brother in the room, but as she gaped at her dad's huge, throbbing penis, even that qualm evaporated.
"What should I do, daddy?" she asked meekly.
Mitch set his drink on the table next to him, then closed his legs. "Turn around and sit on my lap, honey. Let my cock stick up between your thighs."
"Okay." She showed no bashfulness as she spun around, then backed up with her legs straddling his. Holding onto the arms of the chair, she lowered herself until she was sitting on his pelvis with his dick sticking up in fron of her. "Like that?"
"That's perfect. Now, lean back against me."
Kent's eyes were wide and glassy. When his sister got into position, the chasm of her cunt parted, and he could see the pink inner lips of her pussy that looked like flower petals. His rod jerked in his lap, and his balls sucked up into his groin. Never before had he thought of her other than as a younger sister that had to be tolerated, but after pressing his cockhead into his mother's snatch, he wanted to fuck Dyla nearly as much.
As the girl settled down, Judy also felt emotions that were new to her. With Dyla sitting astride Mitch so lewdly, her virgin cunt splayed, the woman discovered she was gawking at her daughter's twat with more than a casual interest. The dew-lined slit was deliciously inviting and, horrid as it seemed, she was wondering what it would be like to run her tongue up and down Dyla's syrupy cleft.
Circling the young maid with his arms, Mitch cupped a small firm tit in one hand while he felt for her pussy with the other. Gently and unhurriedly he separated her puffy vulvae to the limit, then spread the thin labis. His touch was arousing her, for when he probed for her vaginal opening, he found it was already weeping creamy mucous. He began flipping her tiny clit with his thumb while he -rimmed her dilating hole with his index finger.
"Ooohhh, daddy!" she squealed. "Wow! That tickles me all over! And I like to have you squeeze my ninny, too! Gosh! This is neat! Ooohhh!"
Dyla began to squirm, her hands clutching the chair arms. He could feel the flaming heat from her ass hole as she writhed, and his straining prick started to dance. He was kneading her titty tenderly, and her small nipple was hardening against his palm. As he caressed the gaping maw of her twat, her lubricant began flowing more heavily, drizzling down to dampen the hair around the base of his dick.
"Oh, baby! God, you're so soft and tender! You've go such a ripe little pussy! Uuunnnggghhh! You're daddy's little girl, aren't you? Aaahhh!"
"Oh, yes, daddy! Yes! You're making me feel all mushy inside! It's weird! Jeeez! It's too much! How come it feel so darn good? Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Oh, wow! I love it!"
It was apparent to Judy that Mitch intended only to make the girl cum, unselfishly ignoring his own need, and she couldn't have that. Not when he was trying so hard to keep their union together. She thought first of telling Dyla to jack him off again, then changed her mind. If she was going to give Kent a blow job later, she reasoned that he might as well see how it was performed. Sliding off her chair, she crawled over to her husband and leaned down with her heavy tits resting on his thighs.
Dyla saw her mother approaching, but could only look at her dreamily. Her dad had the tip of his finger in her cunny and was sliding it in and out, sending waves of rapture to all parts of her twitching body. It wasn't until her mom bent down and began to kiss the head of her father's cock that she realized what was going to happen.
"Mom, are you really?" she gasped. "Are you going to ... take it in your mouth?"
"Uuummmhuummm!" Judy replied, her lips already slipping over the crown of Mitch's cock. Her nose was only scant inches from her daughter's humid cunt, and she could smell the distinct cuntal aroma as she pushed her mouth down his dick, swishing her tongue back and forth over the sensitive underside.
"Jesus, Jude!" Mitch moaned. "That's it, darling! Suck me off while I get Dyla to climax! Aaaggghhh! Blow me, babe! Suck my balls dry! Uuunnnggghhh! Damn! This is perfect!"
Mitch transferred his hand to Dyla's other tit and squeezed it as he wormed his finger deeper into her nectar-filled twat, delving for the hymen he was sure was there. Her slippery sheath clamped on his digit as though trying to prevent the invasion, but she pushed down hard against his hand.
"Daaaaaddddyyyy! Oh, God! The farther you go in the better it feels! I can't believe this! Hhhuuuhhh! Mom, you're really sucking his thing! Why? How can you get it in your mouth? Oh, Jeeeez! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! It's blowing my mind! Ooohhh! Aaahhh!"
Judy had a thumb and finger wrapped around the root of his organ and was bobbing her head feverishly as she sucked nearly the entire length of his tool into her mouth. The silken head was banging against her tonsils and her gaze was glued to Mitch's busy fingers as he masturbated Dyla lovingly. The girl's cunt juice had saturated his pelvis and coated her hand, and the odor of it wafted around her face.
"Uuummmfff! Uuummm! Uuummmfff! Uuummmfff!"
On the couch, Kent was gaping at the trio with glazed eyes as he pumped feverishly on his rigid erection. He was watching his mother's ruby red mouth glide up and down his dad's prick, from time to time shifting his gaze to her rotating, churning ass. He could see the black riglets in her crotch and the puckered dark opening of her bung, and even though his sister's snatch was hidden by his mom's head, he knew his dad was fingering her cunt.
"Oh, my gosh, daddy!" Dyla shrieked suddenly. "Something's happening to me! I feel funny all over! Jeez, I'm getting so wet! Is this a climax? Is this what I'm supposed to do? Ooohhh! It's making me dizzy! Honest! Hhhuuuhhh! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!"
"Relax, baby!" Mitch said hoarsely. "Let it happen! Let me bring you off! Baby! You're daddy's sweet doll! Uuunnnggghhh! Suck me, Jude! Hurry! She's about ready! Blow me, hon! I want to cum when she does! Aaarrrggghhh! Fuck! Fuck! Uuuhhh!"
Mitch was heaving off the chair now, cramming his thrumming dick into his wife's mouth until it was lodged in her throat. He had his finger buried to the last knuckle in Dyla's twat. There had been only a trace of a blocking membrane, and he had poked right on through it. The girl's slick tunnel was like a vise, compressing with spasms. She had both hands pressed against his that was covering her titty, and her head was lolling back on his shoulder.
"DAD! I'M GONNA DO SOMETHING! I FEEL LIKE MY GUTS ARE GONNA EXPLODE! I TINGLE CLEAR DOWN TO MY TOES! HHHUUUHHH! OH, GOD! I CANT TAKE IT! AAAGGGHHH!HUH!HUH!HUH! DAAAAADY!
I'M LEAKING SO MUCH AND I CANT STOP IT! NOOOOO! NOOOOO! OH, JESUS! WVVWAAAHHH! WWWAAAHHH!"
Dyla's feet lifted off the floor and her legs shot out as spastic-like convulsions ripped through her. Her nails bit into the back of his hand, and her spine arched. Her fuck fluid was draining out past his embedded finger as his prick erupted and he fille;Judy's mouth with scalding jizz. She gulped it thirstily until the geyser stopped, then proceeded to lick him off.
"Oh Christ!" Mitch moaned. He felt depleted, drained. He couldn't remember when he had cum so hard. He had never had two females at once before, and as his senses returned to normal, he attributed that reason for his copious ejaculation. When Judy had finished with his poker, he helped Dyla up then noticed his son. Kent was nearly straight on the couch, his heels dug into the carpet, his hand on his shriveling tool, and globs of jizz covering his belly and chest.
"I think you kids had better go get cleaned up," Judy said as she returned to her chair. "Don't bother getting dressed, though. Just lay out some clothes in case somebody drops over."
After they had gone, Judy winked at her husband. "It would seem that our little girl grew up quite a bit in the last hour or so. Did you see the look on her face?"
Mitch laughed. "Yes, but don't you remember the first time you had an orgasm?"
"Do I? God! It was like heaven opened up for me. The only thing is, I had to do it with my own finger. It would have been much better if someone else had jacked me off." She paused, then said, "That wasn't enough to satisfy you, was it. You're going to want more than that from her, aren't you."
"If I let myself, yes. I can't explain what's happening to me, but she's becoming more enticing by the minute."
Judy finished her drink, then got up to get his nearly empty glass, stopping to stand by his chair. "Mitch, I've got to tell you something. When I was sucking you, and my face was so near her cunt, I wanted to eat her, too. What in the hell am I going to do about that?"
He searched her face carefully for a full minute, then said, "There's only one thing to do, honey. You'll have to see how she'd take it. If she's willing, I'd say go ahead. I only want you to keep in mind that Kent's fucking you comes first. Once you're over your problem, we'll play it by ear."
"Thanks, dear." She leaned over to kiss him. "I was hoping you'd understand. What are you going to do now?"
He stood up. "I think Kent and I will wash the car. Males don't bounce back so fast, and we'll have to regenerate."
"All right. I'll take my shower now, then have Dyla help me pick up the house. Let me know when you want lunch."
Dyla had gone to the bathroom to pee and wipe her cunt off, then went to her room and closed the door. She was still weak and light-headed from her first orgasm, and she wanted to enjoy the last traces of it by herself. Nothing had ever felt so delicious, and she was still marveling that her father's hands and finger had made her so giddy.
Stepping in front of the full length mirror on her closet door, she spread her feet then parted the pink valley of her cunt that was the center of so much thrilling pleasure. The abrupt awakening of her sensitive nest had left her both puzzled and excited, and it seemed impossible that such delight could have remained hidden from her for so long.
The event was much too important to remain mute about, but the only one who would understand would be her mother, who had gone through the same thing countless times, so she wouldn't count. There was one other person ... but did she dare? Could she trust Eileen with her new-found revelation? It would be chancy, but she had to tell someone who she could share it with.
She was still making up her mind when she heard her dad call out to Kent that they were going to wash the car. A few minutes later, there was the sound of the shower running in her parent's bathroom. Releasing her pussy, she stared at her reflection while she made her decision, then made her way with determination into the kitchen and dialed Eileen's number.
"It's me, kid," Dyla said softly. "I can't talk loud. Is your mom back yet?"
"No. She must have really found a swinger this time. What's up?"
"Eileen, be honest with me now. Have you ever had a climax?"
"You mean have I cum? Heck, yes. Lots of times. That's a heck of a question to ask over the phone."
"I know, but I had to find out. Isn't it neat?"
There was a silence on the other end of the line, then the other girl said, "You did it, huh? Finally? With who?"
"I can't tell you, but it was super! It felt so good I almost went into orbit. I still tingle down between my legs. No kidding! Listen. Next time I see you, we gotta talk about it."
"Damn it, Dyla! You can't just leave me hanging like that! Was it a guy, or did you jack off! Tell me! I'm your closest friend, remember?"
Dyla wished now she hadn't made the call. She didn't feel right about lying to Eileen, she couldn't blame an innocent boy, and she certainly couldn't admit that her father had taken her to the heights of orgasm. All of a sudden she realized how very precious her secret was, and that nothing must be said outside of the family.
"Eileen, you'll just have to believe me. I can't say any more about it. Look, my mom's coming out of the shower so I have to go. I'll try and call you later. Bye."
Before her friend could protest, Dyla hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief. Then she sauntered back to the living room just in time to see her mom coming down the hall. She hadn't had time before to fully admire her mother's fantastic figure, but now, with the guys outside and nothing going on, she could take her time to examine and appreciate the woman's mature body.
Other girls had told her that she could expect to have tits just like her female parent when she got older, so she concentrated her attention on Judy's lush breasts. They were like twin hills capped with pink, and they swayed and flopped when she walked. Dyla scanned the alabaster globes as her mom approached and was ashamed of the envy that consumed her.
Judy was aware of where the girl's stare was fixed, and tried to be nonchalant about it, smiling warmly when she stopped in front of her daughter. "Dyla, you're looking at me as though you'd never see titties before."
"Sorry, mom. I was just thinking that they're so ... nice."
"I was a girl once too, dear. I'll bet you're wondering if you'll ever have as much as I do. Right?"
"Yeah," Dyla admitted bashfully. "All the other darn kids are bigger than I am. I look like a baby next to some of 'em."
Judy hugged the girl close, feeling surging spasms in her groin when their naked bodies met. "Don't worry, honey. You'll get bigger pretty soon. If you'll let your dad suck and feel them, they'll grow like crazy. Honest. Massaging and caressing is the best way to make tits larger."
Dyla was also going through a series of wild emotions that bewildered her. With her mom's fabulous tits mashed against her and the woman's crinkly pussy hair tickling her own cunt, she was becoming flushed and there was an eerie quivering in the slot between her thighs.
"Mom, I want to. I really do. I want daddy to do everything he does to you except ... you know. That big thing of his kinda scares me."
"You'll get over that. Sooner than you think." Judy pushed herself away and brushed the hair from her face. "Let's get this place straightened up. We'll have to fix lunch pretty soon."
CHAPTER FOUR
Mitch and Kent had vacuumed the inside of the car and were soaping down the outside when a lovely young girl rode up on a bicycle. It was Kent's girl friend, Trisha Maxwell, a very foxy young lady of fifteen who had the body of a woman. She was wearing the briefest of shorts and a T-shirt without a bra. Her large aureoles and pointed nipples were plainly visible under the thin material, and the outline of her cunt was vivid.
"Hi, Kent. Mr. Douglas. You two look busy."
It was impossible not to stare at the sexy youngster, and as he did so, Mitch's prick jumped in his shorts. Though he had seen her many times, it wasn't until this morning that she incited a lascivious desire within him, and he had to step behind the car to hide his swelling organ.
"Good morning, Trish. How's the family?"
"Oh, fine. Kent, when you're through, you wanna take a bike ride? We could go over to the park. They've got a soccer game going."
Kent was in the same predicament as his father. He had felt those big soft tits before, and gotten a hard-on, but the early session with his mother had left him with a yearning for more than a feel, and he was now trying to imagine what the girl's pussy looked like.
"I can't, Trish. I've got to help my dad. Maybe we could take in a movie tonight or tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay, but I'll have to ask." Trisha's thrusting orbs bobbled as she turned her bike around. "Call me, Kent. See you, Mr. Douglas."
They watched her pedal away, then Kent turned to his father and uttered one word. "God!"
Mitch grinned and nodded. "I know what you mean. I'd sure like to see that naked sometime. How far have you gotten with her?"
The boy shrugged, then dipped his wash mitt into the pail. "Not far. I've felt her up, but that's all. I don't think she'd ever go all the way."
"They all will, son, sooner or later. Your mother can show you how to get her going. I could give you a few hints myself."
They finished sudsing the car down, then when Mitch started hosing it off, Kent moved over to his side. "Dad, I've got something to ask you."
"Shoot."
"Mom told me what you guys want me to do to her, and I think I understand. Really, it's super.
But what I want to ask about is Dyla. When you were messing with her, she really turned me on. Can I ... do the same thing to her?"
Mitch concentrated his attention on the spray of water while he thought about it. "Son, I can't answer that right now. Your mother and I would have to discuss it. Is it so important to you?"
"Uh-huh. Kinda. I mean, jeez, mom's a woman. Girls would be a lot different. If I could fuck Dyla, I'd find out what kids like. Do you see what I mean?"
"Yes, I believe I do. But let's take one thing at a time, shall we? You have to learn what it's all about first. Do what your mother says, and then we'll decide about your sister. Okay?"
"Sure, dad. Let me finish up here. You go in the house and have a beer or something."
"Good boy. I could use one."
The kitchen was empty when Mitch went in, and the rest of the house was quiet. He opened a can of beer and sipped it while he went to look for Judy. He found his wife and Dyla in the big master bedroom, and stopped in the doorway with a grin spreading across his face.
They had stripped the king size bed in preparation for remaking it. The fresh linens were piled on the dresser. However, they had found something better to do than housework.
Dyla was on her back with her knees pulled back and her feet propped on Judy's shoulders. The woman was flat on her stomach, her face buried in the girl's cunt and her hands reaching up to knead Dyla's titties. The youngster was whimpering faintly and Judy was moaning softly as she slurped wetly at her daughter's pussy.
Mitch watched the scene for a few moments, his prick gorging with blood, then he stepped over to the dressing table and put his beer down. He continued to stare at the pair while he took his clothes off. Then he picked up a jar of cream and applied it liberally to his distended organ.
"Oh, mommy!" Dyla whined. "That place where you're sucking makes me shiver all over! Your mouth feels so good! Hhhuuuhhh! I didn't know girls could do this! Ooohhh! My gosh! Aaaggghhh! It's even better than when daddy used his finger! Uuuhhh! Oh, wow! Hhhuuuhhh!"
Walking up to the foot of the bed, Mitch lifted Judy's legs and spread them. He guessed she knew what was going to happen because she hiked her hips in the air, tilting her bung up for him. He crawled up and laid atop her, sliding his greasy tool down her ass crack till the head was pressing against her tight orifice.
Dyla wasn't aware of his presence. Her eyes were closed and she was rocking her head from side to side while she hunched her snatch at her mother's open, greedy mouth.
While he nibbled at his wife's ear, Mitch shoved his hips forward, feeling Judy's rectal sphincter stretch and give way to the bulbous knob. Then the tip popped in, and his bloated prick was penetrating her rubbery colon. She shuddered beneath him and clamped her canal around his invading pecker.
"Mooooomy! Gggaaahhh! I'll climax if you don't stop! Oh, Jesus! When you put your tongue in me I go ape! Uuuhhh! Ooohhh! It's so neat to have you do that to me! Aaaggghhh! Hhhuuuhhh! I wish we could do this forever! Ooohhh! Oh! Oh!"
Mitch kept plowing his dick into Judy's ass until his balls were banging against her foamy cunt. Then he began stroking with agonizing slowness, withdrawing and entering a fraction of an inch at a time. She twisted under him, compressing her buns on his tumid organ while she lapped hungrily at Dyla's virgin chasm.
"Uuummmfff! Uuummm! Uuummm! Uuummmfff!"
With care, Judy lifted her daughter's right foot and moved it aside. Then she laid her head over, still licking, to give Mitch access to the girl's gaping twat. Putting his cheek next to Judy's, Mitch extended his tongue, and then they were both laving Dyla's dewy trough at the same time. With their tongue touching in the girl's milky crevice, Mitch began pistoning his dick in and out of his wife's gripping ass.
"Oh, my God!" Dyla sobbed. "What's happening? I feel like I'm on fire down there! Aaarrrggghhh! My cunny is so hot! Oh, mother! I can't stand it, it's so good! Hhhuuuhhh! Jeeeez! I wanna climax so bad! Uuuhhh! Gggaaahhh! Oh, lick me! Please! Make me do it! Hhhuuuhhh! Huh! Huh! Huh!"
Mitch was darting his tongue in and out of Dyla's weeping hole while Judy sucked on the girl's clit. He couldn't remember ever being so arounsed. The only way it could have been better would be to have his prick in Judy's twat, but even that didn't matter at the moment. She was suctioning her rectum on his dick excitingly, and coupled with gobbling Dyla's tender young pussy, that was enough.
"Mommy, I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna cum! Oh, holy Christ! I feel like I'm floating off! My cunny is burning up! Lick me! Lick me! Gggaaahhh! Ooohhh, I'm ... MOM! MOM! OH, NOW! I'M DOING IT! I'M CUUUUUMING! WWW AAAHHH! JEEZ! HUH! HUH! OH! OH! MOOOOOOTHER! AAAGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH!"
A seething river of lava-like jizz filled Mitch's pecker, and then he was squirting his seed into Judy's intestine. It was by far the hardest eruption he'd ever had, and each sizzling jet wracked him from head to toe. Dyla was thrashing so furiously they couldn't keep their mouths on her cunt, so they twined their tongues together while he filled her ass with bubbling sperm.
When Dyla rolled away and got off the bed, she saw her dad for the first time. When she noticed how he was positioned on top of her mother, she looked at them with confusion.
"But I thought...! Didn't you say that...?" Judy spoke calmly. He's not in my pussy, dear. He's got his prick in my rectum. That's one of the ways I've been taking care of him."
"Your rectum? He's got his thing in there? But why? How?"
"Just a minute, baby." Mitch slithered his prick from his wife's bung, stood up, then helped Judy to her feet. While she stepped into the bathroom, he used tissues to wipe his pecker off, then took a drink of his beer and lit a cigarette. When Judy came back, he motioned her to the bed and they sat down facing Dyla.
"Sweetheart," Judy began, "you saw what I did to your dad this morning with my mouth. Well, other than that and letting him fuck me in the ass, I haven't given him anything for quite some time. He's been an angel about it, but it's been rough on him. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"I'm not sure." Dyla clasped her hands in front of her and stared down at the floor. She was doing her best to comprehend what her parents were trying to tell her, but there were just too many things she was ignorant of.
Judy took Mitch's hand in both of hers. "Dyla, I don't know exactly what your dad told you, but men and women were meant to fuck. A wife has a responsibility to her husband to let him in her pussy whenever he wants. Right now I can't do that, and I haven't been able to for a long time. It's not fair to him. I'm sure you can see that."
"Yes, I guess I do." Things were becoming clearer to Dyla now, and she raised her eyes.
"We both want Kent to fuck me because we've been told that having another cock could cure me of my silly problem, and we chose him because he's part of the family. Am I explaining things good enough?"
"You are now." The girl shuffled her feet. "Mom, you and daddy were both licking my pussy just now. How come? I mean, that doesn't have anything to do with the other thing."
"You're right," Mitch answered. "It doesn't. We wanted to, baby, because we love you. It pleased us very much, and we hope you liked it, too."
"Oh, I did! Truly! I just didn't know about stuff like that is all. Nobody ever tcld me that girls could make girls cum."
Judy stood up and kissed her daughter's cheek. "Well, now you've seen how much fun it can be. If you'll let yourself go, your dad'll show you things that are even better. Why don't you go set the table now? I'll be in there shortly, and we'll fix some lunch."
Mitch watched Dyla's ass bobble as she left the room, then turned to his wife and sighed. "I'm telling you the truth, Jude. I can't hold out much longer. I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I want to fuck her so badly my nuts ache."
She moved in front of him and ran her fingers through his hair. "I know, dearest. It must be torment for you. Look after lunch I'll keep Kent busy and you see what you can do with her. If she won't fuck you, maybe she'll suck you off since she's seen me do it."
Nodding moodily, he rose to his feet. "Are you going to fuck Kent today? You know, he's getting pretty horny."
Judy took a deep breath, then went to the dressing table to brush out her hair. "I'll try, Mitch. I was going to start out by letting him finger fuck me this afternoon, but you're right. I can't put it off forever. I'll do my best."
"Judy, truthfully, is all this bothering you?"
She turned, and the smile on her face was genuine. "It did at first, but not now. I think we're all getting closer together. Let's go see what the kids are up to."
For all of them, especially the children, all apprehension had disappeared, and the noontime meal was a happy event. When they were through, Judy suggested that they leave the dishes, and Dyla asked if she could speak to her mother alone. The two females went into the living room where Judy lit a cigarette while she waited to hear what was on her daughter's mind.
"Mom, how old were you when you first ... let a boy fuck you?"
"That's not hard to answer. I was seventeen. But of course things were much stricter in those days."
"I know. There are girls my age at school who've already done it all. Some of 'em even brag about it."
"What are you getting at, dear?"
Dyla fidgeted with her fingers nervously. "Well, I was just wondering. Did it hurt an awful lot when daddy put his thing in your behind?"
Her daughter's intentions were crystal clear, and Judy had to restrain a smile. Dyla didn't like being left out of things, and she was debating with herself whether or not she should begin to experiment. There wasn't anything abnormal about it, and Judy appreciated the girl's cautiousness. It showed that she wasn't going to dive into anything without finding out something about it first.
"Well, let me say this, honey. If you do it the right way, you won't feel any pain at all. Frankly, it's glorious."
The girl looked at her mother timidly, afraid to ask the questions on her tongue, but wanting to know desperately. "Do you cum when he does that to you?"
"Yes, I do. You see, there's only a thin membrane between your vagina and your rectum. You can feel a cock in you pussy and womb when it goes into your rectum. It's practically like being fucked in the cunt."
Dyla stood up, walked to the front window and looked out for a few seconds, then returned to her mother's chair. "Would you ask daddy if he'd do that to me so I could see what it's like? I'm scared to have him in my cunny, but I'd like to try it in my behind."
"Dearest, why don't you ask him yourself? I'm sure he'd be pleased, and I know he'd do it. Wait here, and I'll go in the kitchen and send him out."
Dyla almost stopped her when Judy left the room, but her inquisitiveness overpowered her fear. Inaudible voices filtered out from the other room, then her father came in, his soft cock flopping against his swinging scrotum.
"Did you want to see me, honey?"
She looked at him warily and wrung her hands together. "I ... wanted to ask you something, dad. Promise you won't get mad?"
"I promise. What is it, baby?"
The words seemed to stick in her throat. Finally they came tumbling out. "Would you do me in the behind like you did mom?"
Mitch was shook up for a moment. Judy hadn't warned him. She had just let him walk right into the question like an idiot, perhaps getting back at him for admitting he wanted the girl so much. He looked at her silently, especially her eyes, but all he could see was pure innocence.
"'Cause I want to know what it feels like. And 'cause Kent gets to fuck mommy. I'm your kid too, and you always said that we should get things evenly."
As she stared at him squarely, almost defiantly, Mitch's rod began getting stiff. It grew slowly, gradually, until it was a great curved scimitar angling up from his pelvis. "Are those your only reasons?"
"No. You're my daddy, and I love you, and I want you to fuck me."
"Do you want it right now?"
"Yes." She rubbed her hands over her puffy cuntal mound. "I'm already hot and wet down there. Just from thinking about it. We can go to my room. Will you? Please?"
"Of course I will. Lead the way, honey. I'll be right behind you."
Dyla almost danced down the hall. In a few minutes she was going to be giving her father as much pleasure as he was getting from her mom, and that was quite an achievement. And she would have something to tell Eileen, if she ever worked up enough guts.
"Up on the bed on your hands and knees," Mitch ordered as he shut the door behind them. "Do you have any lotion or cream in here?"
"There's hand lotion on the dresser," she replied, scrambling up onto the bed. She moved to the center, then turned her head to watch him squirt the white cream on his pulsing penis and rub it all over the gigantic organ. It wasn't until he climbed up behind her that she began to have doubts, but she had committed herself and there would be no backing out now.
"Now, the main thing you have to do is completely relax," he told her as he wiped some of the lotion off his dick with a finger and started applying it to the puckered ring muscle. "If you get all tensed up, it'll hurt. I'll put it in very slow."
"All right, daddy. I'm ready. Just take it out if I have to holler, okay?"
"Right. Put your shoulders down and crouch low. I'll do it all. You just let yourself go."
Dyla felt him grip her waist with one hand, then the swollen slippery head of his cock was sliding up and down the crack of her butt. She stifled a scream when he teased the opening of her cunt with his dick, but then it was back at her bung. He tenderly made sure her rectal orifice was well greased, then she felt the increased pressure of his knob against her anus.
"Do it easy, daddy!" she whimpered. "Remember, this is my first time!"
"Don't worry. I wouldn't harm you for the world."
Placing his other hand on her hip, Mitch looked down and saw her anus pucker in as he shoved his cockhead against it. The smooth skin of her buns grew taut as it was pulled into her hot crevice. Then the lubricant did its job, his prick went in, and her sphincter popped a quarter of the way down his shaft.
"Daaad! Aaarrrggghhh! Oh, God, it's in! It's just like a big bm! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! I don't know if I can take it, it's so huge! Gggaaahhh! Oh, daddy! Hhhuuuhhh!"
"You're doing fine, baby! Just fine! Hang in there! I won't stick any more in for a while! Ooohhh, Dyla! Your ass is fantastic! Uuunnnggghhh!"
Mitch bent over her back and circled her with his arms, one hand cupping a hanging titty and the other fondling her wet cunt. His cock jerked in her colon as he spread the pouting lips of her juicy snatch and began flicking her hard little clit. Dyla mewed and put her head on the pillow.
"I like it this way better than what we did in the chair," she whispered. "Your prick is awful hard, and it's moving. God, this is super! Mom was right! I can feel your cock in my cunt."
He was breathing heavily as he coated his finger with her syrupy cunt fluid, then located her vaginal opening and eased the slick digit in. She gasped when he penetrated her, then moaned with joy as her sheath closed around his impaled finger.
To Dyla, the entire experience was like a wonderful dream from which she never wanted to awake. Her dad, her very own father, was loving her in a way only a man can love a woman, the same way he had been screwing her mom in the secret privacy of their room. She was no longer a fragile little girl. She was the equal of her mother, a woman, and superior to the girls she knew that had only had sex with boys.
"Please, daddy!" she panted. "Put it in farther! I can't explain it, but I feel hungry down there! Like I want to gobble you up! It doesn't hurt! Stick it all the way in!"
Mitch had wormed his finger all the way into her vagina, and the tip was touching her cervix. He could feel the thumping of his partially embedded joint through the separating membrane. After adjusting his knees, he began pushing forward, injecting his dick into her rectum. The tube expanded as his greasy cock drilled into her ass. Then he was buried to the root, and her buns were flattened against him.
"There, honey! You've got it all inside you! Oh, damn you're tighter than your mother! Uuunnnggghhh! You're a perfect doll, Dyla! Aaaggghhh!"
He felt her wince when he entombed his prick in her colon, but she didn't cryout. As he kissed her bare shoulder, he began to stroke his finger and cock into her alternately, withdrawing his digit as he plunged his tool deep into her ass. He had hardly started before she was bucking back against him, twisting and rotating her hips.
"God, daddy!" she simpered. "This is the most! I feel like I'm going on a trip! Hhhuuuhhh! Ooohhh! I'm full of you! I love it! Can't you do it faster? It's better when you're pumping in and out! Gggaaahhh! Oh, jeez! I'm gonna do it already! I can't help it! I'm gonna CUUUM! DAAADY! WWW AAAHHH! HELP ME! SHOVE IT IN HARD! NOW! NOW! DAD! AAARRRGGGHHH! AAAHHH! OH! OH! OH!"
As she convulsed, he slammed his finger and prick into her viciously, wanting her to get the full delight from her orgasm. He was nearing the brink himself, but controlled his eruption as he had trained himself to do over the years. She would cum again, and when she did, he wanted to join her.
Dyla peaked out quickly, then made purring sounds as the spasms gradually abated. She had cum harder than the first time, and it left her feeling hyped up. Her skin prickled, and her eyes didn't seem to want to focus. She consciously slowed her breathing, then concentrated on clamping her muscles on the two hard objects implanted in her openings.
"Jeepers, dad, if I do that again I'll pass out! Wow! It blew my mind! Are you going to stop now?"
"Not a chance, baby. Your old dad still has a hot load for you. We'll do it again, and I'll fill you up with nice warm cum. Are you ready?"
"Do you have to ask? Please do it! Fuck me again and let your stuff shoot into me! It's no fun if you don't cum too!"
Mitch began thrusting again, this time twirling his finger in her sheath while he plowed his straining tool into her ass. Again and again he stabbed her, their flesh slapping together as he lunged at her savagely. Jizz was boiling in his groin, but he kept it dammed up as he fucked her into another climax.
"Baby! Baby! Ooohhh, fuck! Cum again, honey! Feel daddy's hard prick jabbing you? Aaaggghhh! Oh, Christ! Dyla! Your ass is magnificent! Uuunnnggghhh! You're a wonderful piece of ass! Squeeze, sweet! Daddy's almost there! Ung! Ung! Ung!"
Dyla was undulating her hips lewdly, gyrating on his finger and organ. She was in a completely mindless state, letting her body respond to the fantastic banging her father was giving her. It didn't matter that it was her dad, or that her mother and Kent knew what they were doing. All she cared about was cuming, and cuming harder than ever.
"FUCK ME! OH, DAD, FUUUCK MEEEEEE! GOD! OOOHHH, JEEZ! I'M FEELING IT AGAIN! DADDY! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM! FUCK! OH, PLEASE, FUCK ME! IT'S SO GOOOOOOD! GGGAAAHHH! HUH! HUH! MY GOD, I LOVE IT! HHHUUUHHH! OH! OH!
AAAHHH!"
He saw her hands clutch at the pillows, then she was shaking spastically. When he was sure she was at the apex of her climax, he loosed his wad into her rectum. Jizz spurted from his jerking pole like a geyser, the flood of pent-up cream streaming into her colon. Tremors raced through him, his eye lids fluttered, and for a moment he couldn't catch his breath. Then he straightened his back when the last waning jets squirted out of his tool.
"Jesus, Dyla! .You drained me! I gave you every drop of my cum! Wheeew! Are you all right?"
"Uh huh," she murmured happily. "When you shot in me, it felt so good I almost died. Oh, daddy, it was just beautiful."
"I know. Squeeze your ass tight, now. I'm going to pull out. Then you'd better head for the toilet."
Mitch carefully eased his softening member from her bung, then sank down on his back beside her. He wanted more, much more, but there was nothing left in his balls to give. It would take several hours to build up another load, so he folded his hands on his chest and closed his eyes. A nap would refresh him, and give him strength for the coming night.
Feeling suddenly empty, Dyla scooted off the bed and stood there for a few minutes looking down at her father. He seemed totally different to her now, not a commanding parent whose orders had to be obeyed, but a lover whose prick she dearly loved. As she started for the door, she promised herself that at the very first opportunity, she would suck him like her mother had.
And when she got up nerve enough, she would fuck him.
CHAPTER FIVE
After telling Mitch that Dyla wanted to talk to him, Judy went to the cupboard and took down a bottle of rare brandy. She poured herself a snifter, carried it to the table, then sat down to have a cigarette while she looked thoughtfully at her son.
God, I hope I can fuck him, she thought. If I can't make it, I'll lose everything that I've ever loved. Oh, Kent, please make it easy forme. Right now, I want to suck you so bad I can taste it. But I must fuck you. I have to. You're the only chance I have left.
"Something wrong, mom?" Kent asked.
"No. I was just planning what to do the rest of the day."
"What did Dyla want with dad?"
It made no sense to lie. He would find out before long anyway. "To go to bed with him. I guess she feels she has a right to some fun, too."
Kent wasn't surprised. He leaned back in the chair and tapped his fingers on the table. "Well, I don't see why she shouldn't. Heck, she's old enough. I'd like to try her, too. I even asked dad about it."
"Oh? What did he say."
"That we'd talk about it later, after you and me got things going." He stopped drumming his fingers. "Mom, how long will it take? No kidding, I'm starting to get nervous about it. I get to thinking maybe it won't work at all, and then everything'll blow up."
"These things take time, dear. Especially with the way I am now. You'll have to be patient."
"I'm trying, but every time I look at your cunt, I get hot as hell. And your tits. Jeez. Seeing you naked all day makes my balls ache."
"Oh, honey, I know," Judy said sympathetically. "I'm not teasing you on purpose. I'm just trying to get myself into the mood." She stood up and tossed her brandy down. "Come on. Let's go make my bed."
He walked with her to the bedroom, noting that his sister and dad were nowhere in sight, and that Dyla's door was closed. His prick was hard as a rock, and painful, and he hoped that his mom would at least jack him off again to relieve the pressure.
Judy grabbed up the bottom sheet, then motioned him to the other side of the bed. She found it difficult not to look at his flailing prick and jiggling scrotum as they put the linens on, and then the spread, and noticed that he was examining her body with equal lust. When the bed was made, she laid down on her back and held her arms out to him silently. He crawled up to her and immediately bowed his head to start sucking on her hard nipples.
With his lips tugging on her tit, she caressed his head and back, forcing herself to think only of his fucking her. That was the purpose of the whole exercise, and she could ignore it no longer. She had to be come excited, then let him shove his boyish prick into her cunt. The first time would be the worst, because if she couldn't do it, that would be the end.
"Kent, dear, I'm trying to get myself ready, but you'll have to help me."
He nodded against her fleshy tit, but kept on sucking.
"You'll have to get me as hot as you can. I have to be wet and slick when you stick your cock in me. Are you willing to do whatever I ask?"
"Yes," he muttered, moving his mouth to her other globe.
"I want you to get down between my legs and lick my pussy, sweetheart. I want you to rub your tongue all over it, and put it in my hole. That should get me aroused enough to fuck."
His head came up slowly, his face a mask of disbelief. He had heard of 'muff-divers,' but thought it was only a joke. No one he knew had ever actually eaten a cunt. It took him a minute to roll the idea around in his brain. It couldn't be that bad. Girls sucked cocks, didn't they? Besides, if he wanted to fuck his mother, he had to.
"Okay, mom, but you'll have to show me how to do it. I've never gone down on a girl before."
She patted his arm. "All you have to do is use your tongue, dearest. Just lick it like you would an ice cream cone."
Kent gulped, bobbed his head, then moved down on the bed. His mother pulled her knees up to her tits, then reached around her thighs to pull the hairy lips of her twat apart. Bending low, he could see all of her milk-flecked crevass, her puckered anus, the gaping hole of her cunt, and the tiny erect nubbin at the top of her slit. The delicate pink inner lips were fluttering, and a creamy liquid was seeping from her vagina.
"Goddamn!" he said breathlessly. "I didn't know a pussy was so big!"
"It tastes sweet, darling," she cooed. "Go ahead. Lick it and make mommy feel good."
He crouched low, smelling the fragrance of her snatch while his rigid organ pounded. Then he took a deep breath, stuck out his tongue, and pushed his face into the vertical mouth of her love nest. Her fingers and cunt hair brushed his cheeks as he began lapping at the furrow, drinking the dewdrops of nectar that clung to the velvety flesh. To his astonishment, it had a pleasant flavor.
"Uuummm! Ooohhh! That's it, dear! Lick mommy good! Oh, that's lovely! Aaahhh! Uuummm! All over, honey! Use your nice tongue all over mommy's cunny! Ooohhh! You're making me feel wonderful, dearest! Hhhuuuhhh! Get me real hot, Kent! Make me want to fuck you!
Aaaggghhh!"
The boy had stretched out now with his cock digging into the mattress as he devoured his mother's twat. His nose, mouth and chin were buried in the steamy trough, and his tongue was a flicking, darting thing as he swabbed the delicious pussy. It amazed him how good it tasted, and for a fleeting moment he wondered how often his father had lapped this same pussy.
"Ooohhh, Kent!" Judy moaned, raising up to look between her tits at the top of head. "In my hole, now! Stick your tongue in and swish it around! Use it like you would your prick! Oh, baby! Gggaaahhh! That's heavenly! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh!"
She laid her head back, feeling his curled tongue dipping into her vagina, and allowed herself to revel in the delight of being orally fucked by her son. She was going to let him screw her! She was going to take his hard cock in her twat and let him pump till he shot off! She was determined to!
Kent had his tongue extended to the limit and his open mouth was covering her drooling hole. He was so intent on eating her that he was giving no thought to getting his rocks off. To have his mouth on his mother's cunt was thrilling beyond all belief, and he was enjoying every second of it. He knew he must be doing it right, because she was hunching up to him, grinding her frothy slash against his face.
"UUUMMMFFF! UUUMMMFFF! UMF! UMF!"
Darling, I'm getting there! I'm starting to feel the old urge! We might make it! Oh, Mitch, I wish you were here to hold my hand and watch me try! Please, Kent! Make me want to feel your prick in my cunt! Please!
She could hear the smacking and slurping from her snatch and feel the boy's tongue twirling around in the dilated opening to her womb. Putting everything else from her mind, she thought only of Kent's curved white cock, and what it used to feel like to be fucked in the twat. At one time, she could cum so strongly she would literally rip Mitch's back with her nails, and she wanted to experience that feeling again.
"Kent, darling, that's enough! Come up here on top of mommy! Let's see if we can get it in! I'm hot and ready!"
He lifted his head, wiped a forearm across his milk-covered mouth, then scrambled up until his leaping dick was hitting against her moist valley and her massive titties were pressing against his chest.
"Mom, I want it so bad!" he whined. "God! Now I'll really know what a cunt feels like!"
"Slow, baby," she said, looking into her eager face as she shoved a hand between them to grasp his throbbing tool. "Let me put it in. Don't rush things. We've got all afternoon."
Parting her legs as wide as she could, Judy started to rub the silky head of his prick up and down her slot, wetting it with her liquid. Then, still gripping the shaft, she inserted the hot knob into her hole and held it there. His pecker jumped in her hand when the cuntal mouth closed around the tip.
"Jesus, mom!" he sobbed. "That's driving me crazy!"
"Hold on, dear. Take it easy. We've got it started. I'll let you in gradually. Please don't spoil things now."
Judy was grateful that she didn't feel repulsed so far. If she could bear with it a little longer, it would be over. She kissed him, then pushed more of his tool into her sheath. Her cunt accepted it without difficulty, even though it hadn't been penetrated for nearly a year. It might be a lot easier than she had expected. Releasing his thrumming member, she put her arms around him.
"All right, sweetheart. I want you to stick your prick in me very gently until it's all the way in. Please do it slow. I have to get used to it all over again."
As Kent slid his hands under her shoulders, tears were dripping from his eyes. "I promise, mom. I'll be careful."
He swallowed a lump in his throat, then began easing his aching joint into the swampy tunnel. The walls of her vagina seemed to be sucking on his cock as he drove it in, and her cunt was like a furnace. A shiver ran up his spine, then another as his dick plummeted into her snatch. He was trying to be cool, but the excitement of his first fuck was too much.
"Mom," he cried, "I think I'm gonna cum!"
"Hold it, baby! Oh, please! Wait till you're all the way in before you shoot! Try real hard!"
Her nails were digging into his back and every nerve was taut as Kent's thumping joint wormed its way toward her womb. She was keeping herself under control, concentrating with all her will on the turgid male muscle spearing into her belly. She knew her cunt was gulping on it. She could feel the contracting spasm. All she wanted now was to have it in to the hilt, for if she could make it that far, she could fuck him.
Kent was twitching, especially his legs. The slick, seething cunt felt so good on his cock that he wanted to scream. He had never known such anguishing pleasure. It was nearly more than he could bear. His heart was hammering in his chest as he continued to drive his pole into the soupy tube.
Then suddenly his cockhead was bumping into something inside her, his balls were resting against her asshole, and her cuntal lips were splayed out over the root of his pecker. There was no way he could hold back any longer. His body went rigid, then began a seizure-like jerking.
"MOOOM! AAARRRGGGHHH! OH, GOD, I'M CUUUMING! OH, MOM! I CAN'T HELP IT! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! JEEEZ! I CAN'T STOP! MOTHER! OOOHHH! UH! UH! UH! HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Judy knew all the signals of ejaculation, and was prepared when his prick began spewing scalding jizz against her uterus. She hugged him close and crooned to him while the powerful jets slammed against her cervix with unbelieveable force. The flood of thick semen filled her quickly, then ran out past his impaled rod to trickle down over her asshole, and still it hosed into her.
"That's all right, baby," she murmured soothingly. "Let it come out. This was your first time, and you were bound to get off quickly. Take it easy, dear. Everything's going to be just fine now. That's it, sweetheart. Mommy's got you."
When the gushing slowed, then stopped, he slumped against her. "Oh, Mom, I'm so sorry. It just felt so darned good I couldn't help it."
"Kent, I understand. There's nothing to worry about. Don't you see? You fucked me. You shot off in my cunt. That's what we wanted. You've got your prick all the way in my pussy. That's the most important thing. You'll be able to cum again."
And again, and again ... and again! Mitch, we did it! I did it! In a few days we'll be fucking again! The way we both want to! Oh, thank God! It's going to work!
Pushing himself up on his elbows, Kent peered down at his mother's face. "Couldn't I make you cum now? I mean ... if I did it real easy, couldn't you do it, too?"
She could see that he felt guilty about his premature climax, and she didn't want that at all. If he started off on the wrong foot with sex, it could ruin him for life. Simply telling him that it was only normal wouldn't do any good, because he would think she was just being condescending. She had to let him fuck her, and even fake an orgasm if it was necessary.
"I'm sure I could, honey. I'd like it very much if you fucked me. Do it as hard and fast as you like. I think I can handle it now."
He grinned weakly, nuzzled his face into the fan her ebony hair made on the pillow, then began to stroke his still-hard dick in and out of her sopping pussy with a steady, measured rhythm. His wet balls slapped against her ass, his chest was cushioned by her tremendous tits, and he was in seventh heaven.
Judy was striving to relax and let the boy have his ride, but as his hard prick poked her repeatedly, it felt so good that she started getting aroused. She waited a while to make sure of what she was feeling, then her hopes soared. Thrilling tingles had begun in her pussy, and her vagina was contracting without conscious effort.
She was really fucking!
"Kent, darling, you don't have to be so gentle with me now. You can fuck me harder than that. I want you to. Ram it in all the way and screw me good. Let's see how far you can get your beautiful prick in my cunt."
The boy kissed her cheek, ear and throat as he began thrusting harder, banging his pelvis against hers. He'd thought he had emptied his balls the first time he went off, but now he could feel another load bubbling in his loins. The head of his pecker was punching her womb, and his stabbing organ was working up a lather that coated them both.
"Oh, gosh, mom! This is super great! Your cunt is like ... well, it's almost like a mouth! God, you're so wet and hot! I could fuck you all day and night! Uuunnnggghhh! Ooohhh, jeez!"
"Let's get this fuck over with before we start thinking about any more! Give it to me, Kent! Pound that pussy! Fuck me with your gorgeous cock! Hhhuuuhhh! Oh! Oh! Now you're doing it! I want to cum around your prick, honey! Drill me! Give me every damn inch of it! Gggaaahhh! Ah! Ah! Ooohhh!"
She could scarcely believe it was happening, but her joy was boundless. As soon as she climaxed, she'd run and tell Mitch! It was a miracle! Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around her son and dug her heels into the crack of his ass. Then she began hunching up to him and swiveling her cunt around on his plunging organ.
"You were right, mom!" he panted. "I think I can cum again! Fuuuck! Your cunt is so damn juicy! Aaaggghhh! God, how can you squeeze my cock like that? It's terrific! Uuunnnggghhh!"
Judy heard him, but only faintly. She was devoting her body and soul to the thrill-giving poker that was pistoning into her twat. Her eyes were closed, her cunt was churning, and every time he hit her womb she gasped with rapture.
"Stop talking, damn you, and fuck me! Hhhuuuhhh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Oh, holy Christ! You're doing it, you wonderful little fucker!
You're going to make mommy cum! Give it to me! Harder! Screw that fucking hole till I explode! Gggaaahhh! Oh! Oh!"
Kent was sweating as he plowed his rod repeatedly into the depths of his mother's snatch. A fresh load of lava-like jizz was speeding through the tubes of his groin, the flaming cunt sucking it from his nuts. She was heaving up to him, compressing her sheath on his dick, and raking her nails across his back.
"Mom, I'm getting there! Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, fuck, I'm gonna shoot in you again! Your pussy is too much! Ung! Ung! Ung!"
"Wait, Kent!" she moaned. "Just ... a ... little ... more! Baby! Uh! Oh! Oh! Faster, now! Oh, God, get it way in me! Hhhuuuhhh! I'll cum with you! Hit me hard! Aaahhh! Oh, now! NOW! KENT! CUUUM! GGGAAAHHH! FUCK ME! FUUUCK! MEEE! KEEENT! OH, FUCK! HUH! HUH! OOOHHH! DO IT, HONEY! CUUUM! AAAGGGHHH!"
Shrouded with bliss, Judy clung to him frantically as her climax burst in her twat and sent rippling shocks through her in wave after joyous wave. After so many months, the vaginal orgasm was magnificent, and she surrendered to it with the very core of her being. Her cunt burped around his prick, then she felt the blazing heat of his jizz as it slammed against her cervix.
UUUHHH! I DID IT! WE MADE IT AT THE SAME TIME! OH, GOD! I DID IT!"
She held his shaking body close while his cock leaped in her sheath then, when the spewing spray stopped, he unwrapped her legs from around him and lowered them to the bed. Filled with exaltation at her success, she was reluctant to let him go, but at the same time she felt an urgency to pass the good news on to her husband. She rolled the boy off her, easing her dripping pussy from his wilting tool, and kissed him gratefully on the lips.
"Thank you, Kent. Thank you, dearest. I can't begin to tell you how happy you've made me. You've done exactly what we wanted. Your dad is going to be proud of you."
He looked at her dejectedly. "Does that mean we don't get to do it any more?"
"No, dear. I'm not completely cured yet. But we've made a good start. Now we can fuck together until I'm over it entirely. It's going to take several more times before I can go to your father and tell him I'm well."
Kent grinned. "I'm glad. Fucking you is just ... well, it's terrific, that's all. I feel great! Really great!"
"Good." She kissed him again, then rose up on her knees and moved down to begin licking their combined fuck juice from his prick and scrotum, savoring the heady mixture before swallowing it. Her crotch was soaked with frothy cum, and it ran in small rivulets down the insides of her thighs.
"Gosh, mom, I like that. Someday would you suck me like you did dad?"
"Uuummm-huuummm," she murmured, running her tongue up and down his flaccid member.
"Outtasight! Oh, damn. You're gonna get me hard again."
Judy raised her head and smiled at him. "Take it easy, hon. We've done enough for a while. When I'm through with you, we'll take a shower together, then go tell your dad. I'm sure he'll want to celebrate."
Crouching low again, she began swabbing off his balls with her tongue.
Dyla had come out of the bathroom pleased and proud of herself and what she had done. Everything seemed different somehow, and she was filled with a new confidence. Though she was interested in the muted sounds coming from her parent's bedroom, she had too much on her mind to go and investigate what her mother and brother were doing. Instead, she started for the kitchen to get a cold can of pop and relax to think about how much this day had altered her life.
She was passing through the living room, chanced to glance out the window, and froze in her tracks. Eileen was coming up the walk, her blonde pony tail draped over her shoulder, dressed in a skimpy halter and tight shorts. Dyla watched with fright as the girl approached the front of the house, then dashed to the door to intercept her before she had a chance to ring the bell.
Opening the door a crack, Dyla hid her naked body behind it and peered out. "Eileen! What are you doing here? I told you I was going to be busy today!"
The blonde's eyes were twinkling as she put her hands on her hips. "You can't be all that busy, if you meant what you said on the phone. I just came over to see you. What's the big flap?"
"We're ... everybody else is in bed. I was just going to take a shower. We're going out later on. All of us." The lies tripped off her tongue easily, out of sheer desperation. Eileen mustn't know what was going on. It would be a disaster. "Look, I'll call you tomorrow. Maybe I'll even come over."
Eileen cocked her head and smirked. "You know, you sure look funny. Can't I come in for just a minute? If they're all asleep, you could tell me what you've been up to."
Dyla was torn with decision. If she didn't let the girl in, she would be more suspicious than ever. Still, it wasn't in her nature to lie, and if Eileen grilled her, it would be hard to cover up the truth. The only thing she could do was trust her friend, and she had no reason not to.
"All right. Come on in. I'm not dressed, but like I said, I was getting ready to take a shower."
When the door opened wider, Eileen stepped inside, her deep blue eyes at once taking in Dyla's bare body with more than a little interest. "God, kid, this is the first time I've seen you naked. You're built better than I thought. Nice boobies. Your nipples are the same size as mine. Aren't you scared your brother or dad will catch you like that?"
Shaking her head, Dyla closed the door. "No. C'mon. Let's go in the kitchen. I'm thirsty."
They were the same height, but Eileen had a slightly fuller figure. She refused to wear a bra, sun bathed in the nude in her fenced back yard, and was generally a free spirit. Now her tanned tits were threatening to overflow the thin halter covering them, and her shorts had sucked into the split of her cunt. Dyla noted all this before turning to lead the way, praying that the rest of her family stayed in their rooms till the girl was gone.
"Root beer okay?" Dyla asked, going to the fridge.
"Sure." Eileen sat down at the table, unable to take her eyes off her friend's bared beauty. "I'm pooped. Mom called, and told me to clean up the house 'cause she was bringing someone home with her tonight."
"Oh?" Dyla brought the cans to the table and dropped into a chair. "Is that something special?"
After taking a long drink, Eileen shook her head. "Huh uh. It happens a couple of times a month. She brings some dude home and lays him. I think she's looking for someone to marry. None of 'em ask her, though. Why should they, when they get it for free?"
"It must be tough on you, though."
"Nah. Well, it was once, a while back. She was really nuts about this guy. He stayed at our place over the weekend. She thought he was going to pop the question, but then he tried to put the make on me, and she booted him out."
Dyla was stunned. Eileen had never mentioned this before. "No kidding? What did he do?"
"Oh, that Sunday morning my mom was taking a bath. He came in my room and climbed in bed with me, naked as a jay bird. You know I sleep in the nude. Well, he started sucking my tits and feeling me up. It felt good, so I let him. Then he pushed my face down to his prick and tried to make me suck it. I started to, then mom came in and got mad as all hell."
"Jeez! Would you really have done it? Suck him, I mean?"
"Why not? I never have, but I know girls that do it all the time, and they think it's great. Sure, I would have. Now tell me. How did you finally get off. I bet your brother screwed you, didn't he?"
Averting her eyes, Dyla bit her lip. Eileen wasn't hiding anything from her, and it didn't seem fair not to tell her. Then too, there was a certain pride in what she had done, and she was sure her friend would understand. It was an accomplishment, a gold star in her young life.
"Eileen, I'll tell you, but you'll have to promise that it's our secret, and never ever tell anyone else."
The blonde leaned forward anxiously, her bright eyes eager. "Kid, I'm your buddy. You know I won't say anything. Come on. Tell me."
"Okay." She listened for sounds of movement in the house, but heard none, then took a deep breath and began relating all that had happened to her since she got out of bed that morning. The girl listened with avid interest, her cheeks reddening when Dyla told her the lewd details. When the tale was told, she leaned back and threw her hands wide.
"My God, how far out! Outta sight! Kid, you've got it made! Ooohhh, you lucky bitch! You've gotta let me see him! You've gotta let me peek in your room and look at his prick! Please!"
Dyla stood up and went to the door. There was still no one moving about. "Okay, but we gotta hurry. C'mon."
CHAPTER SIX
The girls moved down the hall stealthily, and had reached Dyla's room when the sudden sound of a shower being turned on made them jump. They stood motionless for a moment, holding their breath, then Dyla nodded and reached out to turn the knob slowly. Her dad was still asleep, but had turned on his side, and his cock and balls were in plain view. She opened the door farther so Eileen could see, then felt the girl's fingers digging into her arm."
"Oh, God!" Eileen whispered with awe. "Isn't he gorgeous?"
"Ssshhh! You should see how bit it is when it's hard. It's really huge!"
"I bet! Damn! I'd sure like to feel it! He'd get it up if we went over and touched it, wouldn't he?"
Scowling at her, Dyla shut the door, then led Eileen down the hall to the living room. When they were well away, she turned on the blonde with her eyes flashing. "What the hell are you trying to do, get me in trouble?"
"No, kid, honest! I just got so damned excited. Listen, you gotta do me a favor. You gotta ask your folks if I can come over and do what you're doing. I'd undress too, and I'd do whatever they wanted. Please! You gotta do this for me!"
Dyla didn't know what to say. She felt she'd gone too far already, and the idea of Eileen joining them and showing off her nakedness didn't set well with her. So far, it was a family affair, and she wanted to keep it that way.
"I don't think so, kid. They wouldn't go for it. They'd be mad as hell if they knew I'd told you. You better go, now. I don't even want them to know you've been here."
"Please?" the blonde begged. "I'd do it for you. Jeez, kid, I've never fucked a guy. All I've ever done is play with myself, and that's no fun. I'd let your dad fuck me. Kent, too. Christ, I'm almost like your sister. Don't turn me down."
"I'll ... think about it. Let me see what happens. If it looks like there's a chance, I'll ask, okay? Now, get out of here, will you?"
"Yeah. Sure. I'll go right home so you can phone me. Do this for me, kid. I'll love you forever if you do."
Dyla ushered her out the door, then returned to the kitchen with a frown on her face to finish her pop. There was no doubt in her mind that Eileen would fuck her dad and brother, and do anything else they wanted, including sucking them off. No matter how she looked at it, the pretty blonde would be competition, and she didn't need any of that right now. She had yet to do all the things she wanted to do with her father, and didn't want things to get messed up until she did. Eileen would just have to wait.
"Oh, I didn't expect you to be in here." Judy came into the room, her skin pink and fresh, with her long black hair tied back. "Where's your father?"
"He's sleeping on my bed. I guess he's pretty tired."
Judy laughed and went to the counter to mix herself a drink. "No doubt. Did he do what you wanted?"
"Uh huh. It was a trip. He made me cum twice."
"That's nice." Judy was having trouble containing her glee as she went to the table, sat down, and lit a cigarette. "Well, you're almost a woman now. When your daddy fucks your cunt, you won't be my lttle girl any more. I hate to see you grow up so fast, but I guess it's best in the long run."
Dyla could see the unusual happiness radiating from her mom, and assumed that Kent had done what they expected him to do. She found it hard to visualize her mother and brother fucking. To her, Kent was still a boy, and his cock wasn't nearly as big as their dad's. She couldn't see how her mom would get any pleasure out of his smaller prick.
"Did you and Kent have a good time?"
"Yes, honey. Perfect. I can't wait to tell your father. I know he'll be thrilled." Judy sensed that something was troubling her daughter, but couldn't imagine what it could be. "Dyla? Is something on your mind?"
The girl grimaced and turned her pop can slowly. "Yeah, I guess there is. Mom, I know how bad dad must want to stick his cock in a pussy, since he hasn't for so long, and I truly want him to fuck me. But I'm kinda scared. His thing is so darn big."
"You took it in your behind, didn't you?"
"Uh huh, but the other is different. I've heard girls say that it really hurts the first time. And they were doing it with boys. I'm afraid that huge thing of dad's would really make me sore."
Judy nodded compassionately. "I can see why you might be a little concerned. All of this has been thrown at your pretty fast, too. Perhaps you should wait for a while. Get used to it a bit more."
"I don't want to wait, mom," Dyla said. "I want him to fuck me while you and Kent are doing your thing. It's just that I get kinda shaky when I think about him shoving that ... that telephone pole in my pussy."
We're in agreement on one thing, Judy though. Mitch does need a good cunt fuck. I feel terrible about letting Kent screw my pussy while he's doing without. He'll put up with it, because he has to, but that doesn't mean he likes it. How can I get you to fuck him, Dyla? How can I...?
"Sweetheart, I've got an idea. Kent's cock is nice, and it's not all that large. Why not let him fuck you? He could sort of pave the way for your father."
The thought wasn't particularly appealing. Kent was her brother. A lot of girls thought he was super, and Eileen even wanted to screw him, but she had never looked on him that way. Like most siblings, they had had their share of gights and spats while growing up, and she couldn't picture herself letting him stick his cock in her cunny.
"I don't know mom. Even if I said yes, I don't think he'd want to."
Judy couldn't help laughing. "Take it from me, he wants to. How about trying it? You might even like it."
Her mother's laughter provoked a smile. "Okay, but I want you to be right there. I won't know what I'm doing."
Picking up her drink, Judy started for the door to the dining room. "Come on, little lady. I'll help you get your first lesson."
They found Kent slouched on a couch, leafing through a new magazine. He looked up when they came in, curious about the strange grins on then-faces and the queer way they were looking at him.
"Kent," Judy said, "your wishes have come true. You're going to fuck Dyla. Lay down here on your back in the middle of the floor. I'm going to act as teacher."
The boy looked back and forth at them with surprise, then put the magazine aside and did what his mother told him. His penis was soft and limp, but as he watched them move around him, it began to swell into an erection.
Judy set her glass on a table, then sank to her knees next to her son's hip. "Kneel astride his legs, Dyla, then I'll show you what to do."
Dyla moved over to the boy and dropped down, fascinated by the way his prick was slowly growing and lengthening. It wasn't long before she could make out the blue veins and ribs under the white skin of his shaft.
"All right, Dyla. Wet your fingers with the juice from your pussy and rub it all over his prick. You want to make it nice and slippery, so it'll go in easily."
"Okay." Reaching into her crotch, Dyla found her slot nearly dry, so she stuck her fingers one at a time in her hole to coat them with oily lubricant. Then she wiped the creamy mucous on her brother's quivering organ, applying most of it to the head. The purplish knob was smooth and hot. "Like that?"
"That's right," Judy said, feeling her own cunt tingle as she watched the proceedings. "A little more, now."
Dipping into her vagina again, Dyla put more cuntal fluid on Kent's joint, that was now at full erection and throbbing. All of her reservations were gone now, and she delighted in the caressing of her brother's tool. It was a nice hard cock, and long enough to feel wonderful in her cunny.
"That's fine, dear. Now move up until his prick is aiming right for your hole. I'll give you a hand putting it in."
Dyla creeped up slowly, looking back through her cleavage to guide her cunt. When the head was pointed directly at her crotch, she stopped. "Okay, mom. That's it."
"Good." Judy reached out to clasp Kent's rigid poker in one hand, and put her other palm on Dyla's rump. "Now, settle down until the tip is in your slit. I'll rub it around to get it a little wetter."
Looking now into her brother's placid face, Dyla lowered her hips until she could feel his flaming cockhead against the slick flesh of her twat. Then she shivered when her mother began moving the silky knob up and down her crevice from her clit to her ass hole. It was fantastic, and she closed her eyes with rapture.
"Oh, wow! That's super, mom! It tickles like crazy!"
"It should. He's wet enough now. Let's find your hole and get it started in."
Judy slipped her other hand into the girl's crotch, located the weeping orifice, then moved Kent's pulsing cock to it. She held the opening apart with her fingers, and inserted the bulbous end into the milky entrance.
"Mom, it's in!" Dyla wailed. "The end of it's in! Jeeez! I think he's even too big!"
"Nonsense. A girl's cunt can take a lot more than that. Relax, Dyla. Don't fight it. Ease down on his cock, now. Take it all the way in your cunt. There's no hurry. Take your time."
Judy withdrew her hands, then sat back on her haunches while Dyla settled down cautiously on her son's prick, engulfing the long white stem with her virgin pussy. She was nearly as excited as the kids, for she had never witnessed other people fucking before. Boiling juice was dripping from her cunt onto her ankles, and her hard nipples were keening. She was amazed that seeing her children fuck could have such an effect on her.
"I'm doing it, mom!" Dyla whimpered. "I'm pushing it in me! God, it's jumping all over the place! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! It really feels good! Ooohhh! It's as hot as dad's cock! Hhhuuuhhh!"
Kent had put his hands behind his head and was watching his sister's nearly bald twat swallow his cock. He was trying not to show it, but Dyla's snatch was much tighter than his mother's, and it felt a lot better on his dick. He couldn't keep his rod from jerking as he saw her puffy cunt lips slide down his organ. As drained as he was, he knew he would have no trouble blowing off in her clenching little twat.
"Keep going, dear!" Judy urged. "Don't stop till it's all the way in! See? I knew you could do it! Easy, now! Let it slide in gradually! It feels wonderful, doesn't it?"
"Uh, huh! Oh, mom! I can feel it in my nipples! It's just great! Hhhuuuhhh! Ooohhh! I knew it would be good, but this is ... wow! Jeeez! There, mom! It's all inside me!"
Judy leaned over and saw that her daughter's pussy lips were splayed out around the root of Kent's prick. Dyla had indeed taken the whole thing in, and all that remained now was to teach her how to fuck.
"Dyla, is it pressing against your womb?"
"Uh-HUH!" the girl gasped. "Real hard! God, mommy, I feel so full!"
"Perfect. Put your hands on Kent's shoulders. That's it. Now lift up until his prick his barely inside your pussy, then drop down. Get a rhythm going. Nice and slow."
The girl nodded mutely and began following directions. Her cunt had slavered all over Kent's member, and it slipped through her syrupy sheath effortlessly. With her legs acting as levers, she raised her twat until the head was at the entrance, then let hself down again, the swollen organ sensuously massaging the sensitive walls of her compressed vagina.
"Ooohhh, Christ!" Kent groaned. "Sis, that's far out! Damn, I like your cunt! Do whatever you want to with my cock! Uuuhhh! Mom, she's awful tight! And she's just as wet as you were, too! Uuunnnggghhh! Jeez! This is great!"
Judy could hear the suctioning noises her daughter's twat was making on the boy's muscle, and the flow from her drooling pussy increased. Her groin was buzzing and vibrating, and it took an effort not to jack off with her fingers. Instead, she reached down between Kent's thighs and cupped his scrotum, rolling his nuts around in the palm of her hand.
"Oh, mom!" Dyla simpered. "You don't know what this is doing to me! I could cum right now! Kent, your cock feels so much bigger inside me! Hhhuuuhhh! Ooohhh! Aaahhh! Am I doing it right, mom? Is this the way?"
"You've started just fine, honey," Judy said, her voice quavering. "Now let me show you how to make it even better." She extended her hand and placed it against the girl's cuntal mound, then slipped a finger into Dyla's gash and began teasing the tiny erect clit that had poked out of its sheath. "You can do this, or have the guy do it. It can help you cum several times while he's getting off just once."
Dyla sucked in her breath and mewed plaintively. "Mom! Oh, God! I know I'm gonna cum now! That makes me so damn hot! Huh! Huh! Aaaggghhh! Jesus! I'm on fire all over!"
"Good girl! Cum if you can! Don't hold back! The more you cum, the better it'll be for Kent! Let it go! Swivel your cunt around in a circle while you go up and down! That's it! Make his prick churn inside you! Ooohhh, baby! You're doing it perfectly!"
Kent now had his arms flung out, and his fingers were clutching at the thick carpet as he lurched up to meet his sister's pounding cunt. His face was contorted, and his pectoral muscles were all knotted up. In his mind, he wasn't drilling Dyla. He was spearing his dick into Trish, as he had dreamed of doing for months, and he was in a state of delirious elation.
"Fuck me!" the boy cried out. "Oh, damn, fuck it hard! It's so fucking good! Uuunnnggghhh! Screw me! Aaarrrggghhh! Your pussy is so goddamned hot and tight! Bounce on it! I'm getting close! Aaaggghhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"
As she fondled the girl's clit and caressed her son's balls, Judy was becoming as aroused as the kids. It seemed impossible, but she was on the verge of orgasm herself. Quickly ducking her head under Dyla's arm, she clamped her mouth on her daughter's tit and began sucking voraciously, swishing her tongue back and forth across the small hard nipple while she chewed on the spongy cone. It was the first time in her adult life that she had sucked a tit, and she marveled at how delicious it tasted.
To have her mother's mouth wrapped around her ninnie was all it took for Dyla to peak over the crest of climax. A fireworks display of exploding lights came before her eyes, her body shook with searing tremors, and her belly thumped with convulsions. It came over her so fast and hard that it took her breath away, and she couldn't shout with joy.
Kent felt the vise-like contractions on his organ, though, and knew she was cuming. He rammed his pole into her twat savagely, banging his pelvis against his mother's hand. "Do it! Cum! Go on! Cuuum! Oh, fuuuck! You're creaming all over me! Damn! Now fuck me off! Make me shoot! Oh, Goood!"
Dyla didn't hear him. The ringing and beating of her heart in her ears made her deaf. She was corkscrewing her pussy wildly as she lifted and dropped on her brother's penis, stuffing her juice-filled cunny full of his fiery meat. She had no control over her body any longer. It was functioning of its own accord, every intricate fiber working in unison to fuck the long stiff prick in her pussy.
"Mooommmyyy! Ooohhh! I can't help myself! I'm gonna cum again! It's making me dizzy! Hhhuuuhhh! Mom! Gaahhh! I don't know what I'm doing! Aaaggghhh! Aaaggghhh!"
Unable to bear her anguish any longer, Judy leaped to her feet and moved around to stand astraddle Kent with her dripping snatch directly in front of her fucking daughter. Grabbing the girl's hair, she pulled Dyla's face into her cunt and began to grind her furry twat against her mouth.
"Eat me, Dyla! Stick your tongue out and lick me! I'm so damn hot I can't stand it! Eat me, baby! Lick mommy's pussy! Go on! Gobble that cunt so I can cum, too! Hhhuuunnnggghhh! Oh, darling! That's the way! Eat that sweet box! Hhhuuuhhh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Staring up at the splayed pink chasm in her mother's crotch, and watching Dyla's tongue flick out to lick the crevice, made the roaring river of jizz race through his groin. Drops of nectar were falling from his mom's gaping maw and splashing on his chest. He gripped her shapely legs with both hands, then started lurching off the floor to plunge his thrumming dick into his sister's bucking cunny.
"FUUUCK! DYLA! OH, SHIT! I'M GETTING READY TO CUM! DO IT, SIS! FUCK ME! I'M ALMOST THERE! DO ... IT ... HARDER! GOD! DYYYLA! I'M ... SHOOTING! UNG! UNG! UNG!HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Dyla felt the forceful fountain gush against her womb just as a second climax ripped out from her loins. She grabbed at her mother's ass cheeks and held on for dear life as she felt herself falling into a deep abyss. Even as she slurped on her mother's soppy twat, electric shocks were speeding through her nerve network and zinging through her brain.
"NOW, BABY!" Judy shrieked. "NOW! OOOHHH, FUCK! I'M CUMMING, TOO! BAAABY! UUUHHH! OOOHHH! HUH! HUH! OH, GOD, HOW GOOD IT IS! GGGAAAHHH! AAAHHH! AH! AH! AH!"
Judy held her daughter's mouth against her cunt until her orgasm had ebbed, then silently released her and stepped back. Her chest was still heaving as she put out a hand to help Dyla to her feet, leaving Kent lying limpy supine on the carpet.
"Go to the bathroom, Dyla, and use mother's douche like I showed you. Kent won't be ready to get up for a few minutes, I'm sure."
"All right." The girl started to go, then stopped and turned back. "Thanks, mom. I'm glad you were here."
"So am I. Hurry, now." Judy picked up her drink and gulped it down her parched throat. Then she went into the kitchen, used napkins to wipe her pussy, and made herself another highball. She was still feeling the excitement of watching her youngsters fuck, and wondering if Mitch would get such a vicarious pleasure from it. When she returned, Kent was sitting up on the floor, his chin resting on his chest. "Well, dear, you should feel very pleased with yourself. You've fucked both the females in the house. Notice any difference?"
He raised his head and looked at her with glassy eyes. "I think she was tighter, but that's all. Gosh, mom, I'm pooped. I don't even remember how many times I've cum today."
"Quite a few, honey, but you'll recover. You can use our bathroom to clean up, if you'd like. Then maybe you'd better lay down for a while. I don't want you exhausted when we go to bed tonight."
"Okay." He struggled to his feet. "I'll use your bed, mom. I don't think I could make it any farther than that."
Judy giggled. "All right, son. Whatever. Get a good rest."
Sitting on the toilet stool, Dyla parted her legs, inserted the curve; plastic tip of the syringe, then squeezed the rubber bulb slowly. The warm, chemically scented water sprayed the walls of her vagina, and felt good. This was only the second time she had used the douche, and after having been fucked, it seemed to feel entirely different.
She was complete now, a whole woman who could hold her head up in any gathering of girls, confident that they had done nothing she hadn't. That is, except for sucking a cock off, and before the weekend was over, she would have done that, too. It gave her a feeling of well-being, of assurance, that hadn't existed before.
Fucking her brother hadn't been nearly as bad as she had thought it might, and she was already laying plans for what they would do when their parents resumed their normal screwing. Kent would like it, and he might even find her some other nice clean boys that wanted a good bang. If that happened, she would let Eileen do her thing with him.
She withdrew the syringe, let her pussy drain into the bowl, then wiped her crotch and washed the douche off before putting it away. When she went back to the living room, her mother was in her chair, legs extended and ankles crossed, her head leaning back. The woman had a self-satisfied smile on her face. Dyla dropped down on the couch with her knees parted and began massaging her thighs.
"Where's Kent?"
"I sent him to bed, dear. He's had quite a workout today. I'm afraid we tired both our guys out. Do you feel better now that you've been pussy-fucked?"
"Uh-huh. At least I think I can handle dad now." Dyla paused and stared at the dense dark triangle of hair covering her mother's pelvis and cunt. "Mom, do all girls like to lick other girls?"
"No, not all of them. Some won't do it at all, and others wouldn't do anything else. Why? Do you think it's fun?"
"Yes. I was just curious, 'cause none of my friends have ever said anything about doing that. I wonder why?"
Judy reached for her cigarette and drew in smoke. "They may do it, but not want to admit it. Boys are usually afraid of girls who like to eat a cunt. They think it's queer."
"I can see that." Dyla swung around and laid down with her leg hooked over the back of the couch. "I sure learned a lot, today. Wow! If school was this easy, I'd get straight A's."
Chuckling, Judy took a sip of her drink and watched her young daughter idly trace her fingertips over her cuntal mound, something she never would have done in front of her before. Now that they had screwed the same man, the bond between them was closer than ever, and they were more like sisters than mother and daughter.
"Why haven't you heard from Eileen today? She's usually here all weekend. Not that I mind, though. I feel sorry for the poor little thing. She has no home life at all."
"Oh, I heard from her. Her mom was out all night again, and still hasn't come home." She couldn't bring herself to tell that the girl had been there, had learned all about what they were doing, and had even seen her dad naked. Still, it wasn't a lie. She simply didn't mention it."
"That's a shame. I wish we could do more for her, but we've got our own problems right now. She's such a pretty girl. I've often wondered why Kent's never taken an interest in her."
"'Cause Kent's got Trisha Maxwell. With a body like she's got, why would he want to look at anyone else? God! I wish I had a figure like that. All the girls are jealous of her."
"A good shape isn't everything, Dyla. A lot of girls with great builds are lousy in bed, and they make the guys that chase them sorry they wasted their time."
Immediately, Dyla thought of Eileen's mother. She had a very sexy figure, but none of the men she screwed ever stayed around long. That must be what her mother was talking about. A girl had to learn how to be a good fuck, or she'd never keep a guy.
"You must be pretty good, mom, for dad to stick around even when he couldn't screw you."
A smile curved Judy's lips, and she had a faraway look in her eyes. "Yes, I have to admit that I was pretty good. At least your father thought so. I made it a point to please him, and I learned how to please myself at the same time. Luckily, it worked out very well. And as soon as I get over my hang-ups, it will be that way again."
While her mother reminisced, Dyla thought about sucking her dad's cock. Though she wanted to very much, she was still a big nervous about it. In the kitchen, she had seen the copious amount of cum that spurted from his prick, and didn't know whether she could manage to swallow such a flood. Then too, she had no idea what it tasted like. She might not like it at all.
Dyla was about to question her mother about sucking when the phone rang, and she leaped up.
"I'll get it, mom." She went to the desk in the corner and picked up the receiver.
"God, kid," Eileen whined, "why haven't you called? I've been sitting here with my panties getting all wet, waiting! You did ask about me, didn't you?"
"No, not yet. I've been ... busy."
"Will you do it now, for God's sake? Jeez, I've already jacked off once, thinking about what you were getting to do. I'm begging you, Dyla! Please? Tell 'em I'll do anything!"
"Okay. Hold on." Covering the mouthpiece with her hand, Dyla turned to her mother, certain of what she would say.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Mom, it's Eileen. She wants to come over."
Judy shook her head as she stubbed out her cigarette. "I don't think that would be a good idea, honey. It would mean all of us getting dressed, and I have no idea what your father will want to do when he gets up."
"That's what I thought. I'll tell her...."
"No wait." There was something in her daughter's eyes that told her Dyla wasn't giving her the whole story, and suspicion began creeping into her mind. "You didn't tell her about us, did you?"
Under her mother's direct stare, Dyla couldn't fib. No matter what the consequences, she had to confess, because her face gave her away when he told an untruth. "Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, but she's my closest friend. She promised to keep it a secret. What should I do?"
Judy was furious, and had to bring herself under control before she could reply. "Tell her you'll call her back in a few minutes. I want to talk to you first."
Frightened of her mother's wrath, Dyla put the phone of her ear. "Eileen? Mom said to call you back."
"Tell her how much I want to, Dyla," the girl said. "Don't let me down. I'll wait right here by the phone. 'Bye."
Replacing the receiver with a shaking hand, Dyla returned to the couch and sank down, unwilling to look her mother in the face. She had committed a bad mistake, and knew she was going to suffer for it.
After finishing her highball, Judy lit another cigarette, taking her time while she thought. Her mind was a jumble, and she had to sort things out. Her anger at Dyla was short-lived. This had been a momentous day in the girl's life, and it was only natural that she would want to share it with a friend her own age.
Still, having Eileen know about what they were doing could prove to be disasterous. One slip on the girl's part could mean a world of trouble for herself and her husband. The authorities frowned on incest, regardless of how well-intentioned. They would never accept the excuses she and Mitch would have to offer.
"Dyla, did you tell her everything?"
"Uh-huh," the girl answered meekly. "And she still wants to come over? Will you tell me why?"
Dyla swallowed hard and gripped her knees so tightly her knuckles turned white. "She .,. . wants to do the same thing we're doing. She said she'd take off her clothes, and do whatever you and dad wanted her to. I ... I think she wants dad or Kent to fuck her. She's still a virgin."
"Really? At fourteen, and with a mother like she's got? I can hardly believe that. Did she tell you she was?"
"Yes, and it's the truth. She wouldn't lie to me. A while back, one of her mom's boyfriends got in bed with her and tried to make her suck him, but her mother caught him and threw him out."
"I see. Do you want her to join us?"
Taking a deep breath, Dyla leaned back to stare at the ceiling. "I don't know, mom. She's got hot pants, and I'm not sure how I'd feel about it if dad screwed her. I don't know if I'd be jealous or not."
"That's my problem, too."
Judy turned to look out through the gauzy curtains at the sun-drenched front yard. If she allowed the cute little blonde to become a participant in their orgy, the girl couldn't very well tattle on them. And then there was Mitch. Eileen could provide an additional cunt for him to fuck, and she was sure he wouldn't mind that. He could take both girls to bed at once, and fulfill a dream that she knew every man had. That would in part repay him for the Job-like patience he had shown her.
It all boiled down to what her husband would like, and not what her feelings would be. He had been overly generous in his attitude toward her problem and in letting Kent fuck her in an effort to keep their marriage solvent. It would be cruelly selfish of her to deny him another virgin pussy merely because it might be disturbing to know he was banging another girl. She couldn't permit herself to do that and still look at herself in the mirror.
"Dyla, I've made up my mind. We'll let Eileen come over for your father's sake. What he does with her will be up to him, but he at least has to have the opportunity. He's been wonderful, and he deserves the chance. Do you see what I mean?"
The girl looked at her mother with a maturity far beyond her years. "Yes, mom. I do. He's doing his best to take care of all of us, and we should do everything we can to make him happy. Do you want me to call her back now?"
"Yes. And make sure her understands what we expect of her. She might as well plan on spending the night here, too."
"Okay." Dyla hurried to the phone and dialed Eileen. The call was answered on the first ring. "Mom says you can come over, kid, but you'll have to do what you said. You know, undress, and everything. And whatever my dad wants, you'll have to do it."
"Oh, far out!" The girl was almost crying with relief. "I meant what I said. I'll be there in five minutes."
"Leave a note for your mom, too. Tell her you're staying here overnight."
"Right on! See ya."
Hanging up the phone. Dyla walked over to her mother's chair and knelt on one knee beside it. "This isn't going to bug you an awful lot, is it, mom?"
Judy summoned up courage and smiled. "I'm not going to let it, dear. Sometimes sacrifice is the best way of showing love, and that's exactly the way I'm going to look at it. Come help me clean, up the kitchen before she gets here. I need another drink, too."
Dyla followed her mother in, and while Judy mixed another highball, she began clearing the table. Together, they straightened up the room, then Judy started washing the dishes while the girl wiped. They were nearly through when there was a soft rapping at the front door, an; Dyla ran to answer it.
Eileen was out of breath and her face was flushed when she was let in. "God, kid, I ran all the way! Wheeew! Where's your mom?"
"In the kitchen. Come on.''
Judy turned from the sink when the girls came in, and gave Eileen the once over. The young blonde did have an inviting figure, and Mitch was in for a very pleasant surprise. "Hello, Eileen. My, you made it here fast. Why don't you take off your clothes? Just hang them on a chair."
"Sure, Mrs. Douglas. Thanks an awful lot for letting me come over. It was real nice of you."
"I think you'd better call me Judy, since we're going to be so close. And you're welcome. Dyla, let's finish with these dishes."
Eileen began to strip, with the other two females glancing at her. She took off her halter and exposed twin globes not much larger than Dyla's that were a golden tan all over. As she had said earlier, her nipples were the same dime-size as Dyla's, but the aureoles were a nut brown, rather than pink. The protruding orbs bobbled as she twisted to undo her shorts.
Hooking her thumbs in both her shorts and panties, the girl peeled them down her tapered legs at the same time, stepped out of them, then kicked off her sandals as she hung them over a chair. When she faced Judy and Dyla again, they saw smoothly rounded hips, a muscle-rippled tummy, and a vee of springy honey-colored curls that covered her pelvis and cunt. Her pussy mound was pronounced, and the lips forming the vertical mouth of her gash were very thick and full.
"Jeez, kid!" Dyla said with wonder. "You've got a fantastic shape!"
"Oh, it's not that good," the girl said, clearly pleased with the praise. "Compared to your mom, I look like a boy."
"Why, thank you, dear," Judy said, feeling her twat twitter as she let her gaze roam over the blonde's convex and concave curves. She made a promise to herself on the spot that she was going to eat that luscious little thing before they were through. "Sit down. We'll be with you in a minute."
Sinking into a chair. Eileen gawked at the two naked bodies across from her. For some reason, she felt no shame. It seemed perfectly natural that they should all be nude, and as she watched Judy's magnificent tits flop and slap, she even began to wonder what it would be like to make love to the woman. That was the only thing she had never divulged to Dyla. Before moving to her present house a little more than a year ago, she had had sex with two of her previous classmates, and it had been wild. She had wanted to approach Dyla, too, but had never been able to work up the nerve.
"There," Judy said. "All done." She picked up her drink and took it to the table, where she sat down across from the cute blonde. She lit a cigarette, then looked at the girl squarely. "Are you sure you want to go through with this, Eileen? I must tell you the main reason you're here is to please my husband. If you're not willing to fuck him, or do anything else he might ask, you're wasting your time being here."
"Mrs.' ... I mean, Judy," the blonde said confidently, "this is almost my second home, and I like Dyla's dad a lot. I've never had a chance to do anything like this before, and I'm still a virgin. I may not know how to do a lot of things, but I want to learn. I'll do anything you want, if you'll just teach me how."
"You've answered everything I want to know, dear. Now we'll have to see what Mitch wants. It's all up to him."
Dyla put the last dish away, hung up the towel, then came over. "Want me to go wake him up, mom?"
"No, sweetheart, let him rest. He's going to need it later on. I just hope he'll understand why I...." Judy looked up when her husband loomed in the doorway. "Well, there he is. Mitch, see what we've got for you? How's that for a special treat?"
Mitch had stopped stock still a few steps into the kitchen and was staring at what he could see of Eileen's naked body. She was leaning forward, and her bare pointed titties were resting on the table top. She smiled at him warmly and with total unconcern. It took a moment before he could force words through his constricted throat.
"What ... what's she doing here?"
"We invited her, dad," Dyla said quickly, before her mother could speak. "Stand up, Eileen, and let him look at you."
The blonde pushed her chair back and rose, then piroutted slowly to let him view her entire curvaceous body. When she was facing him again, she stopped and watched his eyes flick back and forth between her tits and pussy. "Is everything all right, Mr. Douglas? Do I look okay to you?"
His prick was surging into an erection and he let it grow because there was nothing he could do about it. Eileen had spent so much time at their house that he knew her well, but he had never even thought about seeing her completely nude. Now she was there before him in ail her bare loveliness, and his cock ached to fuck her.
"Sit down, Mitch," Judy said softly. "I'll mix you a stiff drink. You look like you could use one."
He moved like a zombie to a chair, his eyes still glued to the young blonde, and fell into it. "I don't understand, Jude. What's this all about?"
"We thought you'd like something different, honey," Judy said as she dropped ice cubes into a glass and poured it half full of straight bourbon. "Eileen told us that she'd like to have you fuck her. Do you mind? Wouldn't it be nice to have both girls at the same time?"
He watched the blonde sit down, still dazed. "Is that true? You want to have sex with me?"
"Very much. I want you to show me what it's all about. I hope you will, Mr. Douglas-it would mean a lot to me."
"And she won't say anything, Mitch," Judy said, coming back to put the drink in front of him. "She just wants to experience what Dyla's going through. She's promised to do anything you want. Aren't you pleased?"
Mitch took a big gulp of whiskey, and shuddered as the fiery liquid burned its way to his belly. Then he reached for the cigarettes and let one, trying to gather his thoughts. "Well, of course, I'm pleased. Who wouldn't be? It was just a shock. I hadn't expected anything like this. How did you happen to come up with the idea in the first place?"
"That's not important now, dearest. The thing we want to know is, do you want to have sex with Eileen or not?"
He stared at the blonde's fleshy tits over the rim of his glass as he took another swig. "I ... I'm not sure. She's very young, and she might think this is only a game. When it got right down to it, she probably wouldn't be able to take it."
Judy turned to the girl and put a hand on her arm. "Isn't there some way you can show him that you're sincere? Why don't you prove that you meant what you said?"
Eileen was smart enough to take the hint right away. There was one way to convince him fast of her intentions, and it would give her a chance to try something she'd wanted to do for a long time. "Mr. Douglas, if you'd like, I'll suck your cock. Right here. Would that make you believe me?"
Dyla felt her legs go weak, and her stomach knotted up. She had waited too long, and now Eileen was going to get to suck her dad before she did. She hoped her dad would say no, but her mom didn't give him a chance.
"Call him Mitch, dear. Go ahead, honey. Let her. What harm can it do? Let the girl show you. I know you'd like having her hot little mouth on your prick. Besides, I've already told her she has to please you if she expects to stay."
Mitch was still in a dither, but he couldn't argue that he didn't want the pretty blonde to give him a blow job. He looked into his wife's eyes briefly, then sighed and nodded and turned in his chair. "Okay, Eileen. If you really want to. I hope you know what you're doing."
"I honestly don't," the girl said, sliding to her knees and crawling over between his legs. "I've never done this before, but I'll try my best."
"You'll be just fine," Judy said as she and Dyla moved around the table to watch. "Just take it in your mouth and suck it like a lollipop. I know it looks big, but it tastes awfully good."
His legs twitched as he watched the blonde lower her mouth to the head of his organ. Then she parted her lips, covered the crown, and began wiping her tongue back and forth over the smooth swollen knob. Her tits slapped against the insides of his thighs as she began twisting and turning, attacking his thick cock from every angle possible.
"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned. "Eileen! Damn! You must have done this before! Uuunnnggghhh!"
"Huuummm Uuummm!" she denied, applying more suction as she moved her lips farther down his throbbing shaft. Her cheeks were drawn in, and she was clamping his prick tightly between her tongue and palate. To have a man's tool in her mouth was better than she had ever dreamed, and her mind was made up that she was going to give him one of the best sucks he'd ever had.
"Christ, baby! Goddamn, what a mouth! Oh, fuck! Suck it! Suck my cock harder! Move your mouth up and down on it like you were fucking me! Hhhuuunnnggghhh! Oh, shit! You're great! Blow me, little girl! Suck the jizz right out of my balls! Aaaggghhh!"
Dyla was chewing her lip and her eyes were wet as she watched her friend envelope her father's gigantic pecker with her mouth and bob her head as she sucked noisily. It hurt that Eileen had gotten to him first, and her only consolation was that she fully intended to fuck him before the blonde could.
At the girl's side, Judy was rubbing her pussy tenderly, using the thick lips of her twat to excite her twittering clit. She was getting a thrill out of watching the blonde suck eagerly on her husband's dick. Amazingly, she felt no animosity at all, as she had thought she would. Instead, there was an element of wicked delight in seeing Mitch get a blow job from a young and previously innocent youngster. In fact, it was making her hot, and she was tempted to tease her girl-cock into a climax.
"Aaarrrggghhh! Oh, fuck, Eileen! Take as much in your mouth as you can! Uuuhhh! Damn! Suck me, honey! Suck that big old prick and make me cum! Uuunnnggghhh! God! You're so fucking good! Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Blow me off, Eileen! Suck it dry!"
Mitch was gripping the seat of his chair and the edge of the table as he heaved up to the young blonde's hungry mouth. He knew that his wife and daughter were watching, but he was at such a fevered pitch that it didn't bother him at all. Eileen was sucking his poker voraciously, and was gulping on the head that was wedged in her throat. He couldn't have asked for a better suck, and the jizz was already threading its way toward his thrumming joint.
Eileen realized she was making lewd smacking noises with her lips, but she couldn't help it. The gargantuan prick in her mouth was making the dreams of countless nights come true, and she was reveling in bliss. Cuntal liquid had filled her trough and was trickling down between her clenched thighs. She was more aroused than she had ever been, and for the first time began to understand her mother's preoccupation with sex. There was nothing else like it!
"Suck him, Eileen!" Judy goaded. "I can tell he's almost ready to cum! Suck his prick good and hard! Make your mouth like a cunt, and suck the jizz right out of him! Don't be afraid honey! His cum is just like whipped cream! Suck him! Suck him!"
Dyla wanted to tell her mother to shut up. Eileen didn't need any help or advice. She was bobbing her head with total abandon, sliding her lips down nearly to the root of her father's mighty pole. She was sucking him off like a cheap whore, and enjoying every second of it. Dyla hoped she'd gag when he shot off in. her mouth. "Holy Christ!" Mitch bellowed. "Oh, fuck! Eileen! Blow me, baby! I'm nearly there! Hhhuuunnnggghhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Daaamn! A little more! Suck hard, blondie! Pretty soon you're gonna taste...! UNG! UNG! UNG! AAARRRGGGHHH! FUUUCK! OH, JESUS! EILEEEN! AAAHHH! AHHH! UH! UH! UH! UUUHHH!"
The jerking cock erupted like a spigot in the girl's mouth, the thick cream filling her oral cavity and puffing her cheeks out. The molten semen spewed out of his prick as though coming from an aerosol can, and she had to swallow quickly or lose it. The flavor was so delectable she couldn't believe it, and she savored it with her taste buds before gulping it down her throat. She continued to suck until nothing more came out, then bobbed her head twice more before popping her lips off and sitting back on her ankles.
"Gee, Mitch, you sure had a lot of that stuff! Is there that much every time?"
Depleted as he was, he had to chuckle. "No, honey. Not every time. You just caught me when I was full." He looked up at his wife. "She's really very good, Jude. Did you know that when you asked her over?"
"No, I didn't but I'm glad. Dyla, why don't you show her where she can put her things in your room? I want to talk to Mitch for a minute."
"Sure. C'mon, Eileen. Get your stuff."
As the girls left the room, Judy went over to the counter, brought back the bottle of bourbon, and refilled their glasses. Then she sat down and grinned merrily at her husband, lifting her drink for a toast. "Here's to us, darling. I made it with Kent!"
"Hey, that's terrific! Beautiful! All the way?"
"All the way, dear. He fucked my cunt, and I had a simple wonderful climax. In another day or two, you'll be cuming in my pussy the way you used to. I'm so happy I'm beside myself."
"You're not alone, sweetheart!" He clinked his glass against hers and took a healthy gulp. It didn't burn as badly as before, and he smacked his lips as he reached for a cigarette. "How long do you think it'll take?"
"I wish I knew, Mitch. Let me fuck him a few more times tonight and tomorrow. That should do it. By tomorrow night I might be able to try it with you. That's not so long, is it?"
"After almost a year? Hell, no!" He took a drag on his butt. "Truthfully, now, what's the deal with Eileen? Mind you, I'm not complaining. I just want to know how come."
Judy expelled a long breath. "Well, Dyla told her about us, Eileen wanted to be part of it. She's a very lonely girl, Mitch. I think she'd rather live here than stay with her mother."
"Agreed. But why does she want me to fuck her? Surely there must be a lot of boys that would love to get in her pants."
"Oh, I don't know. It's not just you. She wants to fuck Kent, too. I think she just wants to keep up with Dyla. You know how girls are."
He laughed, then took another sip of his drink. "No, I don't know, but it's turning out great. Are you sure you don't mind if I stab her?"
Judy smiled wryly. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't. But I wanted you to have the chance to fuck two girls at once. It's going to be your last fling. When we start fucking again, you won't be able to get your prick up for anybody else. And that's a promise."
"Okay, honey, I believe you."
"Oh, there's something else, too. While you were asleep, I had Dyla fuck Kent. I thought it best if she started out on a small cock. They both enjoyed it."
"Good. It'll make things easier. Since I'll have both girls, we'd better take our bed. You and Kent can use his room."
"Dad?" Dyla came in with Eileen right on her heels. "She was wondering if you wanted to start out with her ass, like you did me. I told her we'd have to ask."
"That might not be a bad idea, Mitch," Judy said hurriedly, feeling her daughter's jealousy clear across the room. "Then you can fuck Dyla's cunt tonight before you screw Eileen. You know, take them in order. Isn't that fair, Dyla?"
Dyla was glad her mother had voiced her wishes for her. It would have killed her if her dad had plugged Eileen's pussy before he fucked her cunny. "Yeah. That'll work out good."
"I think I can manage that," Mitch said, draining his glass before he stood up. "I believe I've got another load to shoot before we have supper. Let's go in the living room, though, 'cause this floor is too damn hard. Dyla, run get some lotion, will you?"
They trooped into the front room, and Dyla dashed off for the hand cream. Eileen stood in the middle of the room looking at the adults shyly.
"She says it doesn't hurt, and feels real super. I've never had anything up my behind before, not even an enema. I hope I can do it right."
"Don't concern yourself, dear," Judy said, taking her own chair. "Once it's in, you'll go wild. Do you want her on her knees, Mitch?"
"Yeah. Get down on the rug, Eileen, and relax completely. You won't have to do a thing except get a kick out of it."
When his daughter returned with the lotion, Mitch took it and sank down behind the blonde. He squirted some white cream on his pecker, rubbed it around, them pumped a few drops into the crack of the girl's ass and greased the ring muscle of her brown anus. Setting the bottle aside, he stared down at Eileen's tanned buns as he directed the tip of his joint into the crack between them and wiped it up and down before resting it against the puckered orifice.
"Ready, honey?"
"As ... as ready as I'll ever be. Please, Mitch. Take it awful easy. I'm not used to this."
"You will be in a minute. Hang on. I'm going to start putting it in."
Eileen bit her wrist as the pressure increased against her anus. She was resolute in her intent to take his monstrous cock up her ass without crying out. Dyla and her mother were watching, and she wasn't about to show any cowardice. She felt her bung sinking in and her sphincter stretching reluctantly. Mitch wasn't hurrying, but he kept pushing forward steadily until he was almost knocking her on her face. Then suddenly she could feel the heat of his prick in her colon, and knew he had entered.
"Miiitch!" Eileen yelped. "Ah, oh, God! You're in me! I can feel your prick sliding up my ass! Gggaaahhh! Lord! It's so goddamned big! Hhhuuuhhh! Don't stop! I want to feel all of it! Uuunnnggg! Uuunnnggg!"
Mitch had his neck bowed and was eyeing his veined muscle as he drove it into the young blonde's intestine. She was as tight as Dyla, and he could feel the exuding heat of her rectum penetrating his dick. He began rubbing her back from her neck to her dimpled rump as he plowed his staff deeper into the oven of her ass.
"Relax, Eileen! You're too tight! Let go and take my cock! It won't hurt any more now! Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, fuck! This is as good as your mouth! Let me get it way in! There's not much more! Uuuhhh! Fuuuck! Oh, baby! You're fabulous!"
Seeing the look of dejection on her daughter's face as Dyla stared at her father's disappearing prick, Judy jumped up and went over to her. "Honey, do you want your dad to feel really good right now?"
"I guess so," the girl answered sadly. "What should I do?"
"Get down behind him, hold his balls in your hand, then push your thumb up his ass. He loves that, and he'll love you for doing it to him. Go on! Don't be bashful."
Dyla dropped to the carpet and inched up to her dad's back. She kissed him on the shoulder as she reached down into his crotch for the hanging sac of nuts. Then, cradling them in her hand, she located his rectal opening with her thumb and jammed it in. He jerked at the injection, then twisted his neck and smiled at her.
"Thanks, baby. Hold on while I fill this little girl's ass with jizz. You'll feel it when I cum. Don't let go, now."
Then he began lunging into Eileen's rectum, his pelvis slapping against her firm buttocks.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Almost at once, Eileen began to sob so hard her shoulders shook. Mitch stopped thrusting and bent over the girl to kiss her back. Judy, fearing that the girl was in pain, dropped to her knees, and put her face close to the young blonde's.
"Baby, what's the matter? Are you all right?"
"Yes, I ... it just feels so damn good, is all. Oh, Judy! I didn't think anything could be so far out! It's ... it's just too beautiful, you know?"
"Honey, I understand. Don't be ashamed to cry. People do it when they're happy too, you know."
Judy put her lips against the girl's to give her a comforting peck, but Eileen responded with undisguised passion. Clamping her open mouth against Judy's, she shoved her tongue into the woman's mouth and twined their tongues together, mewing plaintively. It caught Judy off guard, and she nearly pulled away. Then she began to realize what Eileen was trying to convey to her, and returned the kiss with equal urgency.
She likes girls, too! Oh, God how perfect! She wants to eat and fuck me! It's too good to be true! Oh, Eileen, I'm so glad I found out! We'll have such good times together!
Breaking off the kiss, and without saying a word, Judy inched around in front of the girl, turned on her back, then scooted down until her flaming cunt was directly under the blonde's face. She pulled her knees up, then took Eileen's head in her hands and pulled her mouth down to her steamy cuntal canyon. The girl didn't have to be told what to do. With a gurgling moan of pleasure, she stuck her tongue out and started lapping the milk-flecked trough of Judy's pussy.
"Oh, honey!" Judy whimpered. "You know how a girl likes it, don't you? Eat me, sweet. Suck on my clit and tongue-fuck my cunny! Hhhuuuhhh! Oh, God! Just like that! You darling baby! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh!"
Mitch smiled when the blonde began eating his wife's twat, and resumed pistoning his dick into her ass hole. Dyla was thumbing his prostate through his rectum, and squeezing his balls gently. Eileen's lotion-slick colon was compressed around his straining tool, drawing the jizz through the tubes in his groin. Everything was going along flawlessly, and at that moment he was one of the happiest men in the world.
"Uuuggghhh! Aaaggghhh! Oh, fuck! This is outstanding! My God, what a tight ass! Ungh! Ungh! Finger my ass hole, Dyla! Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Christ, I've got a wad coming already! Ooohhh, damn! You're a hot little fucker, Eileen! Eat her! Lick that pussy and make her cum! Uuunnnggghhh! Ooohhh, shit! Uuuhhh!"
Caught up in the orgiastic proceedings, Dyla was only mildly envious of her friend. Her cunny was hot, milky and vibrating, and there was a burning sensation in her erect nipples. Though she couldn't see her father's prick, she could feel the base of it as he crammed it again and again into Eileen's bung. She was gliding her thumb in and out of his rectal opening and rolling his nuts around in her palm, but that wasn't enough.
After working up her nerve, Dyla moved around until she was straddling her dad's feet. Then she extracted her thumb from his anus and crouched down. Extending her tongue to the limit, she began swabbing the crack of his ass, dropping down gradually till she was rimming the puckered opening. Then she curled her tongue and forced it through the ring muscle to twirl it around in his colon.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Mitch shouted. "OH, FUCK, DYLA! UUUHHH! DO IT, BABY! REAM DADDY'S ASSHOLE! UUUNNNGGGHHH! JEEESUS! OH, DAMN, I LIKE THAT! STICK IT ALL THE WAY IN, HONEY! GOD! OH, MOTHER FUCKER, THIS IS GREAT! UNF! UNF! HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" Judy was squirming and twisting on the carpet, grinding her foamy cunt against Eileen's mouth with whorish lust. The girl knew exactly what she was doing, and her flicking, darting tongue was driving Judy wild. The young blonde had sucked her clit and caressed it with her lips in a way only a female would know, and now she was dipping her tongue into her dilated cunt hole, slurping up the syrupy flow of vaginal nectar.
"Eat me, you sweet little blonde bitch! Fuck me with your tongue and drink my honey! Gggaaahhh! Aaahhh! Ooohhh, Christ, what a tongue! You're bringing me off, darling! It won't take much longer! Hhhuuuhhh! Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Oh, Lord, baby, you're such a fantastic cuntlapper! Gggaaahhh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Eileen was too busy to pay any attention to what the woman said. She still couldn't believe her good fortune. Here she was, eating a tender, tasty pussy while a handsome men was drilling her ass with a prick bigger than she thought existed. Mitch's stabbing cock was rubbing against her sheath and womb, making her untried twat belch air. Each time he drove it in, it felt as though it was going to reach her throat. She had already climaxed once, and was nearing the brink of another orgasm. Smothering her face in Judy's hair-rimmed valley, she injected her tongue deep into the woman's cuntal mouth.
"UUUMMMFFF! UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUMMMFFF!"
Mitch had bent over Eileen's back and had her titties in his hands. As he punched his pulsing dick into her humid rectum, he kneaded the soft, gelatinous mounds, thinking how terrific it was going to be when he cunt-fucked her. She was bucking back against him, hitting his pelvis with her firm buns, displaying a carnal depravity that would make her an outstanding screw.
"UNG! UNG! UNG! OOOHHH, FUUUCK! EILEEN! MOVE YOUR ASS AROUND! FUCK LIKE A SLUT! UUNNNNGGGHHH! OH, CHRIST! I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU A JIZZ ENEMA YOU'LL NEVER FORGET! UNG! UNG! OH, JESUS! I'M GETTING READY TO CUM! HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Dyla could hear the slap of flesh against flesh as she tried to keep her tongue embedded in her dad's hunching ass. Her weeping twat had flooded her slash, and she knew it must be dripping on his calves. She could feel his sac becoming tighter as his balls drew up into his groin. There was a feeling of power in his nuts as he prepared to shoot.
"CUM, MITCH!" Judy shrieked. "I AM! I'M ... ALMOST ... READY ... TO .,. . CUM! OOOHHH, EILEEN! JUST A LITTLE MORE! THEN I'LL ... OOOHHH, FUUUCK! WWWAAAHHH! HHHUUUHHH! HUH! HUH! OH! OH! GOD! AAAGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH! BAAABY! UH! UH! UH!"
Mitch stopped pumping and his fingers dug into her spongy cones as his body stiffened. Then he jerked as streaming jets of scalding sperm gushed from his thrumping prick and squirted into the blonde's rectum.
"UNG! UNG! UNG! UUUHHH! UUUHHH! BABY! BABY! OOOHHH, GOD! YOU'RE GETTING IT NOW! A A A R R RGGGHHH! HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH! FUCK! FUCK! UUUHHH! UUUHHH!"
Removing her tongue from her dad's ass and releasing his sac, Dyla rose to her feet slowly, an agonizing hunger gnawing at her sopping cunt. Her eagerness to fuck was so strong it made her light-headed and she staggered to the couch to flop down.
Eileen raised her head, wiped her face with the back of her hand, then smiled timidly at Judy. "I hope I did that the way you like it, Judy. I'm not very experienced."
"Eileen, you couldn't have done it better. You made me cum so fast I'm still shaking. Before you go back home, I'm going to return the favor."
Mitch rubbed Eileen's sleek asscheeks as he snaked his cock from her rectum. "And you're a damn good fuck, too. I think all my prick could do now is spit cotton." He got up and worked the cramps from his legs.
Sitting back on her haunches, Eileen twisted her head around to look up at him. "I could really feel it when you went off in me, Mitch. God, it was like a hot douche, only in a different hole. Did you know I had two climaxes? Jeepers! I never thought I could do that!"
Judy laughed as she struggled to sit up. "Just you wait, dear. When you get that big poker in your pussy, you'll probably cum half a dozen times. I know. I've been there."
"Well, I'm going to our bathroom and wash off," Mitch said. "I'll see if Kent is awake yet. He doesn't know what he missed."
After standing up, Judy helped Eileen to her feet. "Let's get cleaned up, girls, then you can help me fix supper. I've got a nice pot roast thawing out."
The three females went into the hall bath and took turns on the toilet and at the sink. They all washed their crotches and thighs thoroughly, then went single file into the kitchen with Judy in the lead. While the girls went about setting the table, Judy took out the ingredients and mixed a pitcher of martinis. She was still stirring the ice cubes around when Mitch came in, his limp phallus flopping against his scrotum. As he looked around at the ripe cunts and three pair of pointed tits, a pleased smile creased his face. The situation was idyllic, and it amused him that most men would gladly give their right testicle to be in his place.
"Is Kent still asleep?" Judy asked, filling two cocktail glasses with the clear mixture.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Poor kid must be bushed. He didn't even stir while I was in there. Ahhh. Martinis. Very good. That should put some lead back in my pencil."
Dyla moved over to him, her eyes glazed with magnified desire. "Are we going to have to wait till bedtime before we fuck, daddy?"
"I'm afraid so, kitten. Your old dad isn't what he used to be. I've got to charge my batteries.
Why? Don't you think you can wait that long?"
"Oh, I guess I can, but that doesn't mean I want to. Gosh, my pussy is all prickly hot. It's darn uncomfortable, to tell you the truth."
"Well," Judy said, handing Mitch his drink, "I'm sure we can think of something to make you feel better, Dyla, but not until we have supper. Sex is fine, but we have to keep up our strength, you know. Mitch, why don't you go read the paper? We're going to be tied up for a while."
"Okay, but don't take too long. I'm famished." He went into the living room and crossed to the front door. Opening it a way, he checked the street before reaching out for the newspaper lying on the stoop. Then he went to his chair and made himself comfortable. Yes, sir, he was a man to be envied.
In the kitchen, Dyla was doing her best to be nice to the blonde, but it was difficult. She still felt that Eileen had usurped her rightful place, and as much as she liked the girl, that feeling still rolled around in her guts. Not only had she sucked her dad off, but she'd eaten her mother's cunt as well, while Dyla had done neither. She had to get the upper hand, but wasn't sure how to go about it.
"Eileen, have you ever eaten a girl before?" Dyla asked, louder than was necessary. "I mean, like, any of the kids I know?"
The blonde was at the counter, tearing lettuce for a salad, and she blushed. "No, nobody you know."
"But other girls, huh?"
"Yes," Eileen admitted in a voice just above a whisper.
"How come you never asked me? I mean, jeez, I thought we were real close. Like sisters, you said. Didn't you think I'd do something like that?"
Judy interferred on the blonde's behalf. "I wouldn't blame you if she thought that, Dyla. Before today, you'd have probably turned her down cold. Now, isn't that true?"
"Yeah," Dyla replied sullenly, her thrust at the other girl defeated. "I suppose I would have."
"I wanted to ask you, kid," Eileen said, "but you were so damn pure and all, I was scared to. I didn't want us not to be friends."
"But how did you get started?" Dyla persisted, hoping for a confession that would shock her mother.
The blonde's hands stopped and she stared down into the bowl in front of her. "It was my mom. A couple of years ago. Just after my dad split. She got real horny one night, made me go to bed with her."
Judy had been listening while she brushed a rich sauce on the roast. Now she turned to the girl and looked at her questioningly. "What happened, honey?"
"Well, she told me girls could make love. She showed me how to stick my finger in her cunt, then she put hers in my pussy. I didn't know about cumming then. Anyway, we finger-fucked each other off. I was uptight at first, but when I climaxed, I really got turned on."
"The first time is a surprise for most girls, dear," Judy said soothingly.
"I suppose. Then she got down and started licking me. I got off again. By that time, I was too hot to care about anything. She laid down next to me, and told me to do the same thing to her. Like I said, I was really strung out, so I did. After that, we did a sixty-nine practically every night till she started going out with dudes."
Dyla was sorry she ever brought it up, because talking about it obviously saddened the girl, but she had to ask. "Do you still do that stuff with her?"
Eileen nodded without looking up. "Uh-huh. Not very often, though. Only when she hasn't been with a guy for a while."
Judy exchanged solemn glances with her daughter. "And there were girls your own age, too?"
"Yes. Just a couple. I've always been afraid to fuck guys, 'cause I didn't want to get knocked up."
"Well, you won't have to worry about that here," Judy said. "Mitch has been cut, and I have some foam to kill Kent's sperm. There's no chance of your getting pregnant in this house."
Dyla went over to the counter and began cutting up vegetables, regretting her petty questioning of Eileen. After all, it wasn't her fault she had done what she did with her parents. They had wanted her to, and the whole idea of her being there was to make her dad happy. She had no reason to harbor any ill will.
Ten minutes later they had everything ready, and the roast was in the oven. They washed up then went into the front room, Judy carrying the martini pitcher. She went over and refilled Mitch's glass, then pushed the paper aside to give him a kiss.
"It'll be over an hour before supper's ready, darling. Want a snack?"
"No, I'll wait. It'll take me that long to finish the paper. Just leave the pitcher here."
Judy turned to the girls. "Why don't we go to your room, Dyla? I think you dad wants it quiet for a while, and Kent's still sleeping."
Detecting something in her mother's eyes, Dyla was readily agreeable. "Sure. I know we can find something to do."
When they reached her daughter's room, Judy closed the door silently. "You said you were hot and bothered, Dyla. Perhaps Eileen would like to fix you up. How about it, dear?"
"Gosh, yes!" Eileen responded instantly. "Do you want me to eat you, kid?"
Before Dyla could answer, Judy said, "No, girls, that's not what I had in mind. Since you're both going to get fucked later on, I think it would be a good idea if I showed you how it's done."
"Huh?" Dyla's eyebrows went up. "How can girls fuck?"
"Be patient, dear. Lie down on your back on the bed, and spread your legs. Eileen, you get on top of her and put your cunt against hers."
Still confused, Dyla did what her mother said, then watched the blonde scramble up. Eileen positioned herself, then lowered her body slowly until their pussies met and their tits were mashed together. They could feel each other's stiff nipples poking into their crushed globes, and Eileen's springy pubic hair tickled Dyla's cunny. While they smiled at each other awkwardly, Dyla wrapped her arms around her friend, ashamed to admit how good the girl's lush body felt against her.
"That's just right, girls. Now, let me get you ready, then I'll tell you what to do."
Kneeling on the bed, Judy reached down to insert a hand into the tight space between their twats. She spread their puffy cuntal lips wide, then carefully placed their clits together. Girl-juice was already drooling from both their cunts, and she was sure she could teach them to fuck with no trouble at all.
"There we are, my little lovelies. Dyla, put your legs around her and lock your ankles. That's it. Now, Eileen, you start pumping your cunny against Dyla's-just your hips, nothing else."
Eileen took a deep breath, then began to rock her juicy twat against Dyla's heated chasm. Their thick vulvae flattened, and their little girl-cocks began rubbing together. The electric result was a surprise to them both, and they looked at each other with wide-eyed wonder.
"My God!" Dyla gasped. "I can feel the tingles shooting clear into my pussy! Wow! This is neat!"
"You know it!" Eileen panted. "I've never even heard of this, but it's super! Jeez, Dyla, we're really fucking!"
"Why don't you kiss each other?" Judy suggested in a husky voice. "After all, you are making love. Close your eyes and pretend you're doing it with a boy. It's not hard."
A low moan rumbled in Eileen's chest as she placed her open mouth against Dyla's and locked their tongues together. Then she began fucking in earnest, grinding their cunts together and making their clits flick each other. With their tits compressed between them and their twats locked together, they began moaning with sensual delight.
"You're doing fine, girls! Just fine! You can help her, Dyla. Hunch you pussy up to her as though you had a big prick in you! Now you've got it! Doesn't that feel marvelous?"
Pushing Eileen's legs apart, Judy swung around and sat down between them to stare at the girl's cream-laden pussies. Dyla's hole was fully dilated, and oozing cream was trickling down over her ass hole. The few dark curls on her pouting lips were wetly plastered against them. The girl's thin labia were fluttering like pink rose petals in the wind.
Eileen's coral crevice was fringed with wisps of golden fur. Her gaping cuntal orifice was suctioning like a hungry baby's mouth, and the syrup that leaked from her vagina was dripping into Dyla's salmon-colored furrow. Comparing the size of their openings, Judy felt sure that the blonde would accept Mitch's giant cock much easier than her daughter.
Extending both hands with the index fingers rigid and the others curled back, she deftly inserted her digits into the girl's twats, poking and probing into their membranous sheaths. Neither of them had a hymen to speak of, and she was able to impale her fingers to the last knuckle. Then she began to fuck them in slow motion with a steady tempo, feeling the intense heat in their cauldron-like cunts.
"There, my babies!" Judy said throatily. "I'll help you have a super good climax! Fuck, you pretty little things! Go ahead! Enjoy yourselves! Don't hold back! Get the feel of what it's like to fuck! Ooohhh, kids! You're doing great!"
Lifting her head, Eileen whimpered, "Oh, kid! Isn't this outta sight? God, I love fucking you! Is your mother fingering you cunt too? Ooohhh, jeez! I'm getting so fucking hot! I just know I'm gonna cum! Hhhuuuhhh! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!"
"She's got her finger way up inside me!" Dyla moaned, trying not to claw at the blonde's back. She was surging up to Eileen's pounding pussy, the pressure against her clit from the girl's frothy twat making her skin prickle. "Fuck me, kid! Fuck me real good! I'm gonna get off, too! Oh, Jesus, I wish we'd tried this before! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Eileen! Oh, damn, kid, you feel so goddamn gooooood!"
Judy's face was a mask of tormented carnal lust. The combination of her stabbing fingers and the grinding of their cunts was working up a lather in their crotches, and the foam covered her hands. Her own snatch was aflame, and the viscous honey draining from her vagina was forming a puddle beneath her ass.
"Do it, girls! Fuck! Make each other cum! Fuck those hot, virgin cunts together! Ooohhh, Lord! I wish I was doing it with you! Fuck! Fuck!"
The tiny bubbles of pre-climax were already popping in Dyla's uterus, and she could feel the palpitations of Eileen's abdomen against hers. They were both nearing the apex of their orgasms. Clinging tenaciously to the blonde with her arms and legs, Dyla began hunching and writhing her twat savagely against the girl's seething box, the core of her being devoted solely to a mind-blowing climax.
"FUCK ME, EILEEN! FUUUUUCK MEEEEEE! I'M GETTING CLOSE, KID! FUCK ME OUT OF MY MIND! AAAGGGHHH! OH! HHHUUUHHH! DAMN! FUCK! MOM! SHOVE YOUR FINGER IN DEEPER! PUMP IT REAL FAST! AAAHHH! AAAHHH! OOOHHH' MOOOOOTHER! HHHUUUHHH!"
Eileen was grimacing as she pulverized their cunts. Her clit was the focal point of divine ecstasy. Being in the superior position made it all the more delightful, for she could control their fucking. She gripped the backs of Dyla's shoulders and squashed their tits together while she smothered the girl with wet kisses and lunged at her cunt the way a boy would.
"OOOHHH, KID! I'M ALMOST THERE! I'M GONNA CUM! FUCK MY HOLE, JUDY! YOUR FINGER IS TERRIFIC! GGGAAAHHH! GGGAAAHHH! don't STOP TILL I CUM!
UUUHHH! UUUHHH! UH! UH! DAMN, DYLA! WE'RE GONNA DO IT TOGETHER! NOW! OH, NOW! FUCK! WWWAAAHHH! OH! OH! OH!"
The girl's swampy cunts clamped on Judy's fingers and burped as they began flailing the air with their arms and legs. Dyla's feet shot into the air, and Eileen was beating a tattoo on her back with her heels. Then they went limp at the same time, their limbs twitching with the aftermath of orgasm. Judy pulled her dripping hands from their crotches and-scooted off the bed to get some tissues.
"Oh, wow!" Dyla murmured. "I really dug on that! It's neat to have a girl fuck you! Ooohhh! I'm still a little dizzy!"
Eileen pushed herself up, then backed to the foot of the bed and got to her feet. "Mom sure never showed me that! Jeez, kid, I had as hard an orgasm with you as I did with your dad! Judy, thanks for fingering us. I think it made it a lot better."
"That's all right, dear. I'm just happy you two had a good time. You see? Even though a hard prick is best, girls can do something in an emergency. You'd better wash up, now. I'm going to see if Kent is up yet."
They left the room, the girls going into the central bath and Judy continuing on down the hall. The door to her bedroom was still closed. She turned the knob quietly and stepped inside. Kent was still in bed on his back, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling evenly. She crossed over and stood for a moment looking down at her son.
His balls were cradled between his closed thighs, and his flaccid dick was resting atop them. In repose, he looked like a modern day Adonis. Flashes of warmth washed through her cunt as she stared at his boyish pecker, the only organ that had invaded her cunt for many months.
Kneeling next to the bed, she leaned her face over his pelvis, inhaling the musky bouquet that wafted around his genitals. It was a purely masculine aroma, an odor that made her senses reel. She gazed at his wilted penis, examining it minutely, then bent lower and parted her lips. Ever so gently, she sucked the soft cockhead into her mouth, then began swabbing it with her tongue. In a split second, the joint began to swell, and Kent stirred.
"Wha ...?" the boy said sleepily. "What's going....? Oh, it's you, mom. Gosh, I was really out of it. Are you going to suck me off? Jeez, that feels super. Are you?"
Judy didn't answer. She could feel the beat of his heart in his prick as it grew in length and girth, filling her mouth with tender meat. Applying more suction, she laved the silky crown of his organ as it pulsed to a full-fledged erection and the gristle-like ribs began standing out on his shaft. It hadn't been her intention to give him a complete blow job. She wanted to save his jizz for later on that night. But with his cock implanted in her mouth and his male smell clogging her nostrils, she couldn't resist tasting his sweet cum.
"Oh, God, mom!" Kent groaned. "Please don't quit! I want you to suck me off so bad! Uuunnnggghhh! Just like you did dad! I wanna cum in your mouth! Ooohhh, damn! You don't know how good that feels! Hhhuuunnnggghhh! Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Don't worry, dearest! I am going to suck you! I'm going to drink every drop of your heavenly jizz! I'm going to show you how good a mouth can be on your gorgeous tool! When I get through, you may never want to fuck a pussy again! Ooohhh, Kent! It tastes so goddamn good I want to bite it off! Ooohhh!
CHAPTER NINE
Kent reached out to cover one of his mother's tits with his hand and squeeze it. The soft flesh bulged between his fingers. She was gliding her lips up and down his staff from the knob to the root, taking the flanged head into her throat. Then she began humming and sending delicious vibrations into his already straining organ. Emitting a strangled moan of joy, he started lurching up to her bobbing mouth.
"Mooooommy! Aaarrrggghhh! It's just like your cunt! I love to fuck your mouth! Ooohhh, fuck! I don't know which I like best! Uuunnnggghhh! Suck me, mom! Please suck me off! Jeeeeez! You get me hot so damn fast! Aaaggghhh! Ung! Ung! Ooohhh!"
Judy's cheeks were drawn in, and her lips were making wet smacking noises on his pole as she mouthed his dick furiously. Each time the tip of his thumping joing lodged in her throat, she gulped on it. His pre-cum had already oozed out, leaving a bitter-sweet taste after she swallowed it. Pushing his legs apart, she cupped his heavy balls in the palm of her hand while she probed for his anus with her index finger. Finding it, she jammed her digit deep into the rubbery canal, making the boy squirm.
"Aaarrrggghhh! My ass, mom! Oh, God, does that ever feel good! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Suck me! Let me fuck your mouth! Oh, Jesus! I'm hyped! Gggaaahhh! Suuuuuck meeeee! Mom! I wanna cum! Hhhuuunnnggghhh!"
Her head was nearly a blur as she nodded feverishly on the flavorful cock. She could feel his scrotum tightening, and knew his jizz was on the way. Humming louder, she pushed her lips down to the hilt of his piston until his pubic hair tickled her nose.
"MMMFFF! UUUMMM! UUUMMMFFF! MMMFFF! MMMFFF!"
Kent's body was a mindless thing that flopped crazily on the bed as his mother sucked voraciously on his pecker. A load of boiling jizz was hurtling through his loins toward his thrumming prick, and he was giddy with excitement. He tried to hold back and make it last longer, but it was impossible. His pelvic muscles tightened, his organ swelled to its limits, then he was spewing thick, stringy cum into his mother's greedy mouth., "MOOOOOOM! AAARRRGGGHHH! UNGH! UNGH! FUCK! FUUUUUCK! OOOHHH,LORD!
Judy didn't have to be told. She knew the precise moment he was going to erupt, and had her lips clamped around the flange of his knob. When the spurting fountain exploded, she was already swallowing, and the boy's viscous fuck juice slipped easily down her gullet. When the forceful initial jets slowed, she began to swish the rest around in her mouth, savoring the flavor of his seed. Then she sucked out the last vestiges and licked him off.
"Gosh, mom," he panted, striving to catch his breath, "I tried to hold off, but I couldn't. There was no way I could keep from cuming. It just felt too damn good."
"Don't apologize, dear." Judy stood up. "The main thing is, you liked it. Wait there for me. We'll go out together."
Going into the bathroom, Judy pissed, then used a washcloth to clean her cream-filled pussy. When she had dried off, she undid her hair, brushed it out, then tied it back again. After applying a touch of lipstick, she picked up her son and they went to the living room.
Mitch was still absorbed in the paper, and the two girls were sitting on the couch, chatting. When they entered the room, Judy stood to the side and grinned as she watched Kent's reaction to seeing Eileen there without a stitch on.
The boy halted in his tracks, his eyes bulged, and his jaw dropped. The way the blond was sitting, he could see right into her curl-fringed cunt. He stared unblinking at the coral vertical slash, then let his eyes travel up to the twin pink-tipped globes that stuck out proudly from her chest. His prick had been limp when he left the bedroom, but now it was pounding into another hard-on.
"Oh, wow!" was all he could manage to utter.
"Surprised?" Judy asked teasingly. "I thought you would be. While you were asleep, we decided to let Eileen into our little party. You don't mind having another naked girl around, do you?"
Kent couldn't tear his gaze away from the luscious blonde. Up until that moment, he had never paid any attention to his kid sister's friend, but now he was mentally kicking himself in the butt. She was fabulous, and just looking at her made his balls ache to fuck her.
"Heck, no! I ... I just didn't expect to see her here! Not like that! Damn, why didn't you wake me up earlier?"
"We were busy, honey, and you needed the rest." Judy went over to get the martini pitcher. "I'll make some more, Mitch. I'm ready for one too."
Mitch lowered the paper. "Good. I'd like one more. Well, son, I'm glad to see you up and around. What do you think of our weekend guest?"
"Gee, it's great! Just great! You mean she's going to stay overnight?"
"Of course. Your old man has to have something to do while you're sleeping with his wife. Only tonight you and your mother will use your room. There's not room for three of us except in my bed."
Eileen had coyly watched Kent's prick spring into an erection, and was pleased that she could turn him on so quickly. Even though she wanted Mitch to fuck her first, she knew he would be going back to his wife before long, and then Kent would be available. If she played her cards right, she could take him away from that Trisha Maxwell. All she had to do was use her cunt and mouth, and she would have him wrapped around her little finger.
"Want to do anything, Kent?" Eileen asked, seeing the hot, smoldering gleam in his eyes. "Like, play cards or something? Supper won't be ready for a while."
"Yeah, okay. I'll get the cards." He went to the desk with his erection swaying, glad for any opportunity to just sit and stare at the blonde's sexy body. The strong urge to fuck his sister had disappeared, and now he wanted to probe Eileen's juicy twat with his pecker.
When he went back, the children sat cross-legged in the center of the room, and by merely flicking his eyes he could see both his sister's pink slit and the blonde's hair-rimmed furrow. His prick danced in his lap as he dealt out the cards for rummy.
Judy came back with a full pitcher and fresh glasses. She put them down on the table between their chairs, then poured out the martinis. "It's good and cold, darling. And I made it five to one."
He smiled as he picked up his drink, toasted her, then took a sip. "Perfect. Say, how about a movie tonight? There's a good show at the drive-in down on the highway. We wouldn't have to dress up."
"Good idea." Judy sat in her chair. "I think we should all get away from sex for a while, anyway. It's been a hectic day for everybody, and a breather wouldn't hurt anything."
"Right. Especially since we've got all night and all day tomorrow. We can put our clothes on after we eat."
Sitting facing the girls, Kent couldn't keep his mind on the game. Even in his wildest imaginings, he had never thought he would ever have the chance to look at two naked, thick-lipped cunts and four pink-nippled titties at the same time. Though he couldn't see their holes, their thin labial lips were in plain view, as were their tiny clits poking out of their shrouds.
It didn't seem possible that there was more available pussy surrounding him than he knew what to do with. He was sure that if he ever told his buddies about it, nobody would believe him. Of course, the girls weren't his yet. They belonged to his dad until he got his mom fixed up. But after that, he could screw them whenever he chose, and that was a thrilling thought.
"Kent," Eileen asked demurely, "why are you looking at me like that? You're staring at my cunt like you want to eat it up."
"He probably does, kid." Dyla giggled. "If you promised him a fuck, I bet he'd make you cum with his tongue. He really digs fucking cunts. I know he filled mine up with jizz."
"Is that true, Kent? Would you eat my cunny if I let you stick your cock in my pussy?"
The boy was blushing and uncomfortable. He knew his face and leaping pecker showed what he had on his mind. "Sure. I'd lick your twat. But only if you sucked me off, too. How about that?"
Eileen saw her opening. Kent was drooling to fuck her and have her give him a blow job. But once she did that, he might just come to her for a quick screw, and that wasn't what she was after. She had to cinch it now. "I'll make a deal with you, Kent. If you promise to drop Trisha and go steady with me, I'll do any damn thing you want, whenever you say. I'll fuck you, and suck you, and even let you screw me in the ass. Deal?"
Dyla snickered. "Well, Kent? That sounds pretty fair to me. How many guys do you know that have a nice, hot cunt ready and waiting for them? She'll be good, too, 'cause dad'll teach her."
Kent thought about his girlfriend, her fabulous body and the tits as big as his mom's that she had let him squeeze, but only through her clothes. Irish was prettier than Eileen, and had a better figure, but she would never let him fuck her, and while it was a shame, he came to the conclusion that he was wasting his time.
"Okay, Eileen. You got it. I'll call her and tell her we're finished."
"Beautiful!" The blonde scrambled to her knees and crawled over to kiss him while she curled her hand around his hard, curved prick. "You'll like fucking me, Kent.-I just know you will."
"Break it up, kids," Judy said kiddingly. "No sex till we go to bed. Come on, girls. Let's go check the roast'."
Everyone enjoyed the roast, and they all had second helpings. Then they stacked the dishes and put on comfortable clothes to go to the movie. Kent called Trish, and for a while seemed a little depressed, but by the time they got to the drive-in, he was his good-natured self again. Heeding Judy, the kids didn't mess around in the back seat, though Kent itched to get his hands on Eileen's tits and cunt. He was hard all through the show, and still that way when they got back to the house.
"Anybody want to shower?" Judy asked once they were inside. When everyone shook their heads, she said, "Well, then, I suggest we all go to bed. This is an important night for all of us, and I know we're all anxious to get started."
"Just a minute," Mitch said. "I've been thinking. Why do we have to go to seperate rooms? Isn't it a bit silly? We all know what we're going to do. Why not right here in the living room? It would be spicier if we watched each other fuck, don't you think?"
"I'm all for it," Dyla said, and the other youngsters nodded agreement.
"That settles it, I guess," Judy said. "Let's go put our clothes away, and meet back here. It should be fun."
When they reached their room and Mitch turned on the light, Judy stopped and turned to him. "Honey, would you mind fucking the girls first? I think if I see them getting screwed, it'll get me nice and hot for Kent's cock. All right?"
"Sure." He chuckles as he stripped off his shirt. "You're going to have to watch that boy, though. He wants to bang that little blonde so bad I'm afraid he'll pop the end of his pecker off."
"You should talk," she said mockingly. "Look at that. You're hard already. Don't tell me you're not looking forward to having two juicy virgin cunts."
They chuckled, finished undressing, then splashed on aftershave lotion and dabbed on perfume before going back to the front room. The children were already there, naked and waiting with bated breath, their faces glowing pink. Judy wants us to go first, girls," Mitch said. "I've worked out an idea so you both can see what's happening. Dyla, lay down on the floor and lift your legs."
Tremors of excitement were zinging through Dyla as she sank down and rolled over. She had no idea what her father had planned, but it didn't make any difference. At long last she was going to feel the majesty of his magnificent prick in her cunt, and that was all she cared about.
"All right, baby." Mitch dropped to his knees, then moved around until his hips were under her elevated legs and his cock was pointed at the tuft-fringed slash of her pussy. Gripping his dick that was swollen and throbbing, he dipped the velvet-like tip into her slit and began oiling it with her vaginal fluid. When his cockhead was thoroughly creamed, he found the dilated opening to her womb and wormed it in. Dyla's sphincter expanded, then closed around his knob.
"Jeez, dad," she whimpered, "are you sure that's not your fist? Hhhuuuhhh!"
"That's daddy's prick, baby," he said gruffly. "Now, spread your legs and rest them on my thigh. That's it. Comfortable? Okay. Eileen, you squat on my face, and I'll eat you while I'm screwing Dyla. You can watch each other at the same time."
Twisting his torso, Mitch helped the grinning blonde ease her ripe cunny down to his face. The yawning chasm -rimmed with honey-colored curls dropped. Then she was nearly sitting on him, the puffy cunt lips spread out over his nose and cheeks. Putting his hands on her smooth thighs, he pulled her down and pushed his tongue out at the same time. While he swabbed her dewy crevice, he started shoving his immense poker into his daughter's twat slowly, letting her get the feel of every microinch of his tool.
"Oh, my gosh!" Eileen squealed. "I can see it going in you, Dyla! Wow! That must feel really super!"
Dyla didn't reply. She was holding her breath while her sheath stretched around her dad's probing organ. The flaming head was displacing her intestines as it drove ever deeper, and she could feel it leaping. He stopped, and for a moment she was afraid he would pull out, but then he resumed burrowing his hard member into her belly.
It astounded her that there was no sensation of discomfort, only a glorious feeling of being filled to capacity with the huge cock. Pushing down on her abdomen with both hands, she could feel the gigantic tool as it plugged her vagina. Then she reached into her crotch to touch the thick shaft with her fore fingers.
"Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Daddy! Oh God! This must be what it feels like when a girl has a baby! My cunt is so fuuuuull! Damn! It's going way up me, kid! Mom, can you see it! I'm taking daddy's prick in my cunny! Aaaggghhh! Jeeeeez! This is the best ever!"
Eileen glanced up, saw that Judy and her son were watching with rapt interest, then returned her gaze to the plunging pecker spearing into her friend's twat. Mitch had his nose pressed against her anus, and he was darting his tongue into her soppy vaginal tunnel. She lifted his hands and covered her tits with them, then proceeded to grind her snatch against his open mouth.
"Kid, he's really eating me now! He's tongue-fucking me so good! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnggghhh! Ooohhh, Jesus! Please make me cum, Mitch! Make me climax when Dyla does! Uuuhhh! Can't you get-your tongue in any farther? Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Oh, there! Mitch! Eat me! Eat me!"
The nose of Mitch's prick bumped Dyla's cervix, but he still had another two inches of dick to give her. Bending his legs at the knees, he lunged at her, stuffing his organ into her cunt until he could feel her cunt lips against his pelvis and balls. Then he began stroking in and out of her with milk leaking out around his impaled muscle.
"Daddy, that's what I wanted!" Dyla yelled. "I knew I could do it! Fuck me! Fuuuuuck me! Oh, don't stop! Not ever! Screw me hard and fast! Stick that big thing clear up to my chest! I love it! Aaaggghhh! Aaarrrggghhh! Huh! Huh! Huh!"
Grabbing the backs of her knees, Dyla started rocking and bucking on the thrusting prick, undulating her hips as she forced it into every niche of her fuck tube. Even though he was stuffing everything he had into her except his balls, she couldn't seem to get enough. Her nerves were singing, her mind was soaring, and she was putting everything she had into responding to his pistoning cock. With his giant male member churning inside her, she was on cloud nine, and even the wet smacking sounds of their fucking was music to her ears.
"Please, Mitch, eat me!" Eileen sobbed. "Watching you fuck Dyla is making me so hot I can't stand it! Fuck me with your tongue! Make me climax! Aaaggghhh! Ooohhh! Uuuhhh! I can't wait till you bang my cunt! You're psyching me out! Lick me! Oh! Oh!"
Kent and his mother had moved over to the couch to get a better view of the spectacle on the floor. Judy had her hand curled around the boy's stiff erection, and was squeezing it each time her husband's prick, now covered with creamy lubricant, slithered out of Dyla's pussy. Just as she had thought, seeing their orgy was arousing her to the peak of excitement, and by the time it came her turn to bang Kent, she would be more than ready.
Eileen was also gaping at Mitch's wet, plunging peter, and spittle was trickling out of the corners of her mouth. She had already cum once, so quickly that the cries of rapture she wanted to utter were caught in her throat, and all that came out was a strangled groan. Now she was reaching the brink again, helped by the sight of Mitch's driving organ. She wanted to lean over and lick them both, but couldn't chance interfering with their screw.
"DAAAAAAAD!" Dyla shouted. She had drawn her legs up against her body and was writhing and squirming wantonly, completely absorbed in the monstrous prick that was reaming her cunt so very deliriously. "FUUUUCK MEEEEE! FUUUUUCK! OOOHHH, I'M GETTING THERE! DO IT HARDER! SCREW ME! MAKE ME A REAL WOMAN! UUUHHH! UUUHHH! IT'S ... I-I'M...! OOOHHH, NOW! DAD! RIGHT NOW! FUCK ME! I'M ... CUUUUUUMING! WWWAAAHHH! OOOHHH! FUCK ... ME ... DAD! AAAHHH! AH! AH! AH!"
Mitch felt his daughter shudder as though she was obsessed, and her cunt siezed on his dick like a vise. The tumbling river of sizzling jizz had reached his tool, and he made no effort to restrain it. Instead, he let it pour into Dyla's snatch with all the power of a tapped oil well, splashing her womb with jets of thick, stringy cum. Then Eileen was gripping his wrists while the liquid from her orgasm drained into his mouth.
It took some time before the trio was able to move, then the blonde was first up, her pussy dripping. Mitch withdrew his wet pole from Dyla's oven-like hole, rolled over, and stood up on rubbery legs. He barely made it to his chair and flopped into it. Dyla had trouble rising, then looked around the room with unseeing eyes, still in a state of shock.
Judy rose, walked over to her stunned daughter, and said, "I think you'd better go take care of yourself, honey. Take your time and do a good job. We'll all be here when you get back."
Eileen was frowning with concern as she watched Mitch's cock go gradually soft. When it went completely limp and sagged down against his balls, she really got worried. "Mitch, isn't it my turn now? I'm awful wet and all tingly down there."
"Give me a few minutes, baby," he said. "We'll get to it."
"You really should make an effort, Mitch," Judy said. "The poor girl's all worked up, and it would be a shame to leave her that way for long."
"I'll fuck her!" Kent offered eagerly.
Judy shook her head. "Oh, no, you won't. You're saving your cum for me. Your father can take care of Eileen."
Mitch sighed, rubbed his forehead and nodded. "Okay, Eileen. Come over here and suck me hard. As soon as Dyla gets through, I'll stick that pretty young cunt."
Beaming, the blonde went over to kneel at his feet. She put her fingers around the base of his organ, lifted it up, then covered the end with her mouth and began sucking. In a matter of seconds his poker was on the rise, gorging her mouth. She was still slurping on his rod when Dyla returned.
"Hey, what's going on?" Dyla asked. "I thought you were gonna fuck her, dad. How come she's sucking you?"
"Just to get my dick up, kitten. All right, Eileen. That's enough. We can go ahead and screw now. Let's try it a different way this time."
Eileen was so anxious she almost fell over getting to her feet. "How?"
"I'll show you." He scooted down on the cushion. "Stand up here in the chair facing me, so I can get my mouth to your cunt, Dyla."
Dyla was all smiles as she climbed up, got her footing, then stood with her pussy directly in front of his face. "Like that?"
"Exactly. Now, Eileen, you come up and sit in my lap. I'll help you put my cock in. There we go."
It took some agile maneuvering, but the blonde managed to get into place, winding up with her twat poised over Mitch's erection and her nose only inches from Dyla's gleaming ass. She could smell the pungent aroma of her friend's butt as she watched him reach out to grip his stiff organ and guide the head into the frothy canyon of her cunt.
Now that it was actually happening, and she was so close to having a male prick stab into her pussy, a stirring shiver raced up her spine. She was about to get her very first fuck, and the idea filled her with ecstatic elation. Then he was plowing the fiery head of his cock through her furrow, using her fluid to lubricate it.
"You don't have to take it easy with me," Eileen said. "I can take it. Just get it in and fuck me. I've been waiting for this so long I'm uptight. Just ram it up me and fuck."
"Sure, baby. I think I know how you feel. I'll put it in right now. Hold on." Mitch was staring between his daughter's firm white thighs as he located the blonde's dilated hole and put the head into the orifice. The slick sheath seemed to swallow his dick, then gulp on it as she dropped down fearlessly to engulf his member with her clenching vagina. Pulling back his hand, he watched the curl-covered pussy envelope his tool totally. Then their pubic hairs were mingled and the bloated tip of his joint was punching against the mouth of her uterus.
"Oh, Mitch!" Eileen gasped. "It's twice as big as it was in my ass! Gggaaahhh! It's too much! I'll blow my fucking mind! Aaaggghhh! I wanted this so bad! It's outta sight! Uuunnnggghhh!"
Mitch knew he wouldn't have to control himself this time, even though her box fit his pecker like a second skin and was hot enough to boil eggs in. After fucking Dyla, it would take a while to build up a load. He put his hands on his daughter's buns and began caressing her from the small of her back to her knees while he pushed his face into her fragrant cunny and started licking.
"Daddy, that's wonderful!" Dyla simpered. "I hope you can make me cum, too! Ooohhh! Suck on that little point! You know-my clit! Aaahhh! That's perfect! I wanna cum real hard for you! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh!"
With her cunt full of blazing, jerking meat, Eileen tightened her grips on the chair arms and began to rise and drop, feeling her feverish twat suck hard on Mitch's fabulous prick. It made her mad that she had been so gutless before. Now that she knew what fucking was all about, she realized what she had been missing. Her lathered snatch was making wicked schlucking noises on the gargantuan cock, as was the long tongue she could see sloshing around in Dyla's crotch.
"I'm gonna fuck you, Mitch! I'm gonna make you shoot in my cunny! My God, I can feel your prick all through me! Even in my titties! Fuck! Oh, please, fuck! Help me! Your cock is so goddamned big and hot! I wish you never had to take it out! Oh, Jesus! Aaarrrggghhh! Hhhuuuhhh! Mother! It's just terrific!"
Dyla was peering down through her clevage at the top of her father's head as she hunched her snatch at his face. It didn't matter that he was fucking her girl friend at the same time. She wouldn't be there forever, and there would be many opportunities to screw him. Right now he was licking her cunny fantastically, and she was approaching yet another orgasm.
"Eat me, daddy! Suck my clit and stick your tongue way up inside me! I can cum again! Fuck Eileen and make me climax! I love you so much! Aaarrrggghhh! Uh! Uh! Uh!"
CHAPTER TEN
Eileen's asscheeks were slapping loudly against Mitch's thighs as she corkscrewed up and down on his elongated pecker. This was an event that would be remembered the rest of her life. When the initial spasms of orgasm began clutching at her womb, she moaned with bliss and leaned forward to rest her face against Dyla's rounded buns, still riding Mitch like a pony.
"Ooohhh, my God! I'm cumming! It's soooo wonderful! Damn! Just a minute more! Gggaaahhh! Oh, Jesus! Nothing should be this good! It's freaking me out! I'm ... OH! OH! NOOOOOW! GOD! HUH! HUH! HUH! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
Her cunt was still contracting spastically as Eileen closed her eyes and started kissing Dyla's buttocks out of pure joy. It seemed to increase her intense pleasure, so without a thought to her friend's reaction, she nuzzled her nose and mouth into the deep crack and extended her tongue. The humid crevice smelled and tasted good and she started to lave the savory crevass.
The wild blonde's juice had soaked Mitch's pelvis and was running down over his balls. The heated nectar, combined with the whorish gyrations of her excitingly tight pussy, was driving him into a frenzy. His daughter's twat was full of honey like syrup which he was drinking thirstily. When he felt Eileen's head against Dyla's ass, he guessed what was happening and used his fingers to part the girl's firm buns.
"Jeeeeez, Eileen!" Dyla shrieked. "You're eating my ass! Wow! I'm getting licked on both ends! Hhhuuunnnggghhh! Daddy! Oh, damn, I can really cum now! Eat me! Please! I wanna cum so fucking bad I hurt! Uuunnnggghhh! Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Across the room, Judy and Kent were watching the spectacular show with glassy eyes. He was holding his pecker firmly to keep it from leaping, and a pearly drop of pre-cum was clinging to the tip. Judy had her legs parted, and was methodically fingering her box, wiping the drooling mucous around in her gash while she flicked her clit.
When Mitch began to heave up to her, Eileen started bucking all the harder, knowing that her pounding pussy was sucking the jizz from his nuts. She felt like a contortionist with her face buried in Dyla's ass while she bounced and tossed on the giant cock embedded in her seething twat. It was important to her that Mitch blow off in her cunny, for without that the fuck would be meaningless.
"Daaaaaddy!" Dyla wailed. "It's almost time! I feel it starting! I'm gonna cum! Oh, eat me! Both of you! This is super great! Hhhuuuhhh!
Aaaggghhh! Mom, are you watching? I'm gonna climax ... OOOHHH! DAD! EILEEN! EEEAAATTT MMMEEE! GGGAAAHHH! OH, MY LORD! HUH! HUH! WWWHHHUU-UNNNGGG! UH! UH! UH!"
Mitch felt his organ ballooning with semen as his tongue sloshed in Dyla's frothy twat. He released the load of bubbling sperm and felt it squirt from his jerking dick in mighty jets. It was as though his entire groin was pouring out of his joint, and he was wracked with siezure-like convulsions.
Eileen could feel his cock enlarging, then it was hosing hot cum against her cervix, which triggered her second climax. She pulled her face away from Dyla's ass, threw her head back, and clamped her orgasming vagina on the gushing pole.
"MIIIIIITCH! AAARRRGGGHHH! OH! OH! OH! FUUUUUCK! I'M CUUUUUMING! I FEEL YOU SHOOTING IN ME! MITCH! OH, IT'S SOOOOO BEAUTIFUL! WWWAAAHHH! AH! AH! AAAHHH!"
As the three bodies began thrashing in the chair, Judy jumped to her feet, breaking the spell that had come over her. She had been nearly ready to cum, and only stopped it at the last minute. She wanted to remain as aroused as possible for Kent when he stuck his stiff prick in her cunt, and if she had a climax then, she wouldn't be ready for him when their turn came.
She lit a cigarette with trembling hands, then picked up the pitcher and carried it into the kitchen to mix another batch, sure that her husband would want one when he finished cleaning up. It astounded her that she had such little concern when she saw Mitch eating and fucking young girls, and wondered if it was normal to get such vicarious delight from it. Taking the pitcher back, she found Kent by himself, and filled the glasses with the clear liquid.
"When are we gonna get a chance to fuck?" the boy whined. "Gosh, mom, my prick is really sore now! I gotta do something with it or I'll go nuts!"
"It won't be much longer, sweetheart. Believe me, I'm just as ready as you are. As soon as the others get back, we'll start."
Remaining standing, Judy took a drag on her butt and sipped her drink while she stared at her son's purple-headed cock. If he could get her off once more, she was certain she could take on Mitch. One more orgasm and she would be ready, and her flaming cunt was signaling that it was on the brink. A few good stabs with a hard prick and she would be cuming all over the place.
"Well, are you all set to give Kent a nice hard bang?" Mitch asked, entering the room and crossing to his chair. He picked up his glass and took a long swallow.
"We're both pretty anxious, dear. Watching you and the girls made us awfully hot."
Mitch nodded. "Very good. I had an idea in the bathroom. Maybe the girls and I can help you. I'll show you what I mean when you're in position, with you on top."
"Really? I don't think it's necessary, but any sexual excitement would be appreciated. Come on, Kent. Lie down on the floor, and I'll mount you. We can do that much without any assistance."
The words were hardly out of her mouth before the boy was on his back, his white blue-veined prick jutting up from his pelvis. Judy put her cigarette and drink down, then stepped over to straddle him and sink to her knees. Her pendulous tits flopped as she put a hand back into her crotch, took hold of her son's tool, and inserted the head into her inflamed trough. After wetting the knob completely, she slipped into the mouth of her tunnel, pulled her hand away, and gradually lowered her pussy onto his dick.
"Mooooom!" the boy groaned. "Oh, fuck! It's gonna be damn hard not to shoot off right away! I'm almost ready to cum now! You're cunt feels so goddamned good on my prick! Jeez! Your pussy and your mouth are almost exactly the same! Uuunnnggghhh!"
"Please hold back for at least a little while, honey," Judy panted, nearly blinded with rapture as she slipped her fevered twat down his rigid staff. "I'll cum fast, too, and it's so much better when we do it together! Ooohhh! Kent! See how juicy I was for you? Hhhuuuhhh! We're going to have a wonderful fuck this time! Aaahhh! Ooohhh!"
Standing behind her, Mitch watched his wife's furry pusy swallow the boy's pecker. Then her puffy cunt lips were flattened against his groin, and only Kent's scrotum was visible. The girls returned then, and he motioned to them while he set his drink aside.
"Dyla, you and Eileen can suck Judy's tits while they're fucking, and I'll finger her asshole. With all of us exciting her, she should have a terrific climax. Let's get with it."
Judy had overheard, and was elated when the two girls knelt at her sides. She put her arms around them and arched her back. Both youngsters smiled at her shyly, then bent over to take a hard pink nipple in their mouths and begin sucking.
"My sweet, pretty babies!" Judy crooned. "Ooohhh, that's so delicious! Suck them nice! Take as much as you want! I've got plenty of tit for each of you! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! That makes me hotter than ever! Drink from my titties, girls! I wish I had milk for you! Ooohhh!"
Mitch crouched down to kiss his wife's shoulder as he watched the two young nymphs tug at her globes. He trailed his fingertips over Judy's back and rump, then delved into the steamy crack of her ass. Wetting his index finger with her pussy juice, he put it against her anus, hesitated briefly, then jammed it in all the way. He could feel Kent's prick throbbing in her vagina.
"Oh, Mitch!" Judy cried out. "This is absolute heaven! I have Kent's fabulous cock in my cunny, your finger up my ass, and two charming girls sucking my tits! Aaaggghhh! Uuuhhh! My Lord, this is more than any woman could ask for! Hang on, everybody! I'm going to start fucking my sweet son now!"
Kent was literally ringed by ripe tits and cunts, and was in such a muddle over what to do first his head was spinning. When his mother began gliding her fiery cunt up and down his thrumming prick, an animal groan was forced from his throat. Putting his hands out, he pried each of the girl's legs apart, then stuck his fingers in their crotches to feel their honey-filled pussies. Both Dyla and Eileen seemed to welcome what he was doing, for they began to writhe and squirm their hips. Cautiously he speared a digit into each of their holes and started finger-fucking them, the juice from their vaginas drizzling onto his hands.
"Go to it, honey!" Mitch urged his wife. "Fuck his pecker off! Give him a screw like you used to give me! Bang him, baby! Chew his fucking dick with your cunt! That's it! Give it all you've got! I want you to cum, Jude! Cum hard!"
"I am fucking him, darling! This is so tantastic! Look! He's fingering the girls, too! Do my ass, Mitch! Use your finger like a prick! Can you feel his cock? Oh, I know you can! God! How wild this is! Hhhuuuhhh! Ooohhh! Uh! Uh! Uh!"
The two young lasses were enjoying it, too. Each had her face nearly smothered by a pillowy tit, sucking on it diligently while they humped on the finger in their twat. Their lips were smacking loudly and their tongues swishing as they worked themselves up to an orgasm.
"Moooom!" Kent yelped. "Oh, fuck! It's all too much! I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' wad! Screw me, mom! Christ! My prick is going crazy! Uuunnnggghhh! Ung! Ung! Ung! I'm tryin'to hold it back, but your cunt is sucking it out of me! Fuck me! Oh, God! Fuck! Fuck! Aaaggghhh!"
Judy had her teeth clenched and was using every trick in her experience to make it a great fuck. Her twat was spiralling up and down her son's poker, and she was compressing her sheath on it just the way she would her mouth. She knew the girls were having a hard time keeping their hungry mouths on her tits, but she couldn't help herself. This cuntal orgasm was too important. She had to cum around Kent's plunging organ. That was a must.
"Please, Kent!" she pleaded. "Only a little more! Hold it for just a minute! I'm nearly there! Don't fail me now! Ooohhh, fuck! Fuuuuuck! Suck my tits, girls! Finger my ass, Mitch! Oh, help me! I'm sooooo close! Aaarrrggghhh! Hhhuuuhhh!"
Mitch could feel the boy's gristly joint lunging deep into his wife's snatch and hitting against her uterus. He wormed his finger around, rubbing the walls of her colon the way she liked. He could tell that she was reaching the apex of her climax, and that only a few more thrusts would do it.
"Fuck her, son!" he shouted. "Stab her with your prick! Give her all of it! Drive it in to the hilt! She wants to cum! Get her off! Come on, boy! Feed her cock till she chokes!"
The molten flow of lava-like semen speeding through Kent's groin couldn't halted, or even slowed. When he felt it filling the base of his dick, his hands stopped and his back bowed. Then, his face contorted with agonizing bliss, he loosed the spewing fountain of jizz into his mother's cunt, blinding and shaking as each jet spurted from his aching tool.
When the geyser erupted against her womb, Judy ceased her merciless pounding of the boy's member and closed her-eyes while the thrilling quakes of orgasm thundered through her. Her cunt, cervix and womb were one huge whirlpool of divine ecstasy that drew the essence of her being into its vortex. Bubbles burst, lights flashed behind her eyelids, and her consciousness seemed to float away from her body.
It was truly the way it had been before with Mitch! She was cured!
"Mitch, darling!" she sobbed. "It happened! I did it! We can fuck again! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! Ooohhh!"
While she was still crying with happiness, Mitch took his finger from her ass and raised her to her feet, ignoring the pained looks on the girl's faces at having her lush tits taken away. He guided her to a chair, lowered her, then knelt at her feet and took her hands in his.
"Hey, there," he said gently. "This isn't a time for that sort of thing. Look at what we've got ahead of us now. We can go back to the way we were. Won't that be terrific?"
Judy bobbed her head, calmed herself down, then wiped away the tears. "Yes, dearest. I'm just so relieved. Nothing else worked, and ... and I was getting scared. Could I have my drink, please?"
"Sure." He stood up to get the glasses and noticed that the children were all up and watching them. "Well?"
The kids looked at each other while Mitch handed Judy her martini and sat down with his own. Then Kent stepped forward, his cum and his mother's cunt juice dripping drom his still-hard peter.
"Dad?" the boy asked. "Does that mean we won't be doing any more stuff like this? Are we gonna quit now?"
Mitch took a deep breath and exhaled slowly while he got his thoughts in order. "I don't know what to say, son. I hadn't planned beyond this point. What do you think, Jude?"
Judy was lighting a cigarette, and blew the smoke out. She looked silently at each of the youngsters in turn, letting her eyes travel up and down their lithe and excitingly youthful bodies. It was a tough decision to make, for she hadn't been thinking farther than this, either.
Kent was coming into manhood, and after this little orgy he couldn't be expected to keep his prick out of any available girl's cunt. This was only a teaser for him, and hereafter he would want to sow his seed whenever and wherever he could.
Of course, the girls been given just enough of a sample to be dissatisfied with merely jacking off. They were old enough to experiment, and after today, she couldn't blame them for wanting to.
Then there was Mitch. Oh, she could certainly keep him satisfied sexually, but in her heart she knew that all men liked to have variety once in a while, and she would never approve of his going to another mature woman for gratification. Still, her debt to him was great, and she had to put herself in his place.
"I don't see why we should stop now," she said quietly. "We all know what we want, and I firmly believe it would be best to keep it in the family. When you think about it, there are a lot of benefits to doing it that way."
"Uh-huh," Eileen said dejectedly. "I guess that lets me out."
"No, dear, I didn't mean that. After what you've done today, I'm sure we all consider you one of us. Since your mother is away so much, I don't see how she could object to your staying here whenever possible."
"That's right," Mitch put in. "You've done it many times before. The only difference is that now you'll be fucking some or all of us."
"I wouldn't: mind that!" the blonde said cheerfully.
"What do we do now?" Dyla asked. "I mean tonight?"
Mitch grinned at his daughter and winked. "I think we should give your mother a treat, since we're celebrating her getting well. As soon as we finish our drinks, I'm going to fuck her in the pussy while Kent screws her ass. How about that, Jude?"
The thought of having both her men bang her at the same time filled Judy with an inner glow that turned her skin pink. "I'd love it, dear. Simply love it."
"Gosh, kid," Eileen said to her friend, "let's go get some pop to drink while we watch! Won't it be neat?"
"Right on!"
Mitch shared his wife's cigarette while they waited, his prick pulsing to a hard-on as he remembered back to the wild, hard, wantonly passionate and almost maniacal way Judy used to fuck. It hadn't been too long ago, either, and he was sure she hadn't forgotten how. Tender young virgin pussy was nice once in awhile, but it took experience to learn how to really fuck, and his wife had been a very devoted student.
"About ready, sweetheart?" Judy asked, putting her empty glass down when the girls returned.
"Not only that, I'm looking forward to it. Let's show these kids what real fucking is all about, shall we?
A wide smile was spread across Mitch's face as he stretched out on the carpet, his massive prick like a bent flag pole angling up across his hairy pelvis. His wife came to him like a slut, flopping her tits with her hands and undulating her hips lewdly. Then she got down and crouched over him, reaching back between her satiny thighs for his rigid erection. Squeezing it tenderly, she proceeded to wet the tip by sluicing it through her syrupy slash.
"You're all man, honey," she murmured.
"And you're all woman. Get down behind her, son, and wet your pecker in her cunt before you poke her ass."
His mother's shining ass cheeks and the dark abyss separating them, made Kent's film-coated pecker leap and dance as he dropped down. Grabbing the root of his cock, he shoved it into her dewy crotch, touching his dad's organ as he wet the knob. Then he moved the oiled tip to her bung and pressed it against the tightly puckered orifice.
"Now, mom?"
"Yes, dear. Go right ahead and push it in. As soon as you've got it stuffed all the way up my ass, I'll slip your father's cock in my pussy."
Kent took hold of her waist, looked down, and began pushing forward. All at once she relaxed her muscle, and he found his dick plummeting into her rubbery rectum, the walls of the canal clenching on his joint. Before he knew it he was completely buried in her ass and his pelvis was against her firm buns.
"Oh, shit, mom! It went all the way in just like that! I thought ... aaarrrggghhh! Now you're squeezing it! Damn! That's as tight as your cunt! Uuunnnggghhh!"
"That's fine, honey. Now, just hold it there for a minute till I get your dad in."
Judy blew Mitch a kiss, then inserted his dick into the gaping maw of her cunt. When the crown was in firmly, she put her hands on his shoulders and sank down, intentionally muscle-milking her twat as she enveloped his tremendous organ. Skillfully, she kept dropping until her vulvae were flattened against his groin. Then she leaned low and brushed his hairy chest with her erect nipples.
"Feel familiar, dearet?" Judy cooed.
"You're damn right! Jude, I can't begin to tell you how good it is to be back in your pussy again! Hang tight, and let us do all the work. Ready, Kent? Let's go!"
"Dad," the boy grunted, "I can feel your prick in there! Is it okay? We're not hurting her, are we?"
"Let me worry about that," Judy said huskily. "You just fuck that ass good and hard."
Mitch waited till his son had settled into a rhythmic pumping, then began pistoning into Judy's twat with alternate strokes, their thrusting pricks rubbing against each other through the thin seperating membrane. Judy had her eyes half closed, dreamily, and was grunting in unison with the stabs of their pokers.
"Jude," Mitch groaned, "this is magnificent!"
"I know! I know! Hhhuuuhhh! Keep it up! Both of you! My belly is full of hard cock, and I love it! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
The girls were sitting Indian-fashion on the floor, one hand holding a bottle of pop, the other pressed against their excited cunnies. They were goggle-eyed, their mouths agape as they watched the scene unfolding before them.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Ooohhh, you two wonderful fuckers! You're gonna make me cum a dozen times before this is over! Uuunnnggghhh! God! Two pricks at once! Hhhuuuhhh! Uh! Uh! Cram me full of male meat! I've never been so fucking hot! Fill me up, you two pricks! Make me cum till I pass out! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Oh! Oh!"
Mitch reached for his son's hands and placed them on her fleecy snatch. Then he cupped her spongy globes and kneaded them as he heaved his hips off the floor to impale his tool to the hilt in her weeping sheath. Her cunt juice rained on his pelvis and balls, and both holes burped as they speared her again and again.
Kent's scrotum was making an arc between his thighs and banging against his dad's cream-slick shaft as he drilled into his mom's rectum. The fact that the three of them were fucking together filled him with exhilaration. She seemed to be using muscles he hadn't known existed as she clamped on his jabbing dick with all the pressure of a vise. Somehow he sensed that this was going to be the best fuck of his life, and he was determined to make every second count.
"Fuck her real hard, dad! I am! I'm shoving it in as far as it'll go! Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, damn! My prick feels like it's going to split down the middle! Ung! Ung! Ung! Mom, you're a perfect fuck! I can feel my jizz coming now! Gooood! Uuuhhh!"
Judy's head was hanging, and the full powers of her concentration were on the battery of muscles in her lower torso. She had once had complete control over her vagina, and during the last year had learned to master the contractions of her rectum. Now she was putting all that knowledge to work, using her muscles to suction on the dual organs that were impaling her.
"Christ, honey," Mitch moaned, "you sure haven't forgotten how! You're milking my cock beautifully! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Damn! That trained cunt of yours is gobbling my pecker! My load is already on the way! Fuck! Fuck! Oh, shit, Jude! You're going to get a real wad this time! Hhhuuunnnggghhh!"
"I want it, sweet!" she simpered. "I need your cum! Shoot me full of it! Make it a good one! Hose my pussy down with your lovely jizz! God, I've missed this! Fuck me, Mitch! Drill me with that magnificent prick! Gggaaahhh! Hhhuuuhhh! Oh! Oh!"
The-boy began tensing as his mother's contracting rectum coaxed a foaming gusher of semen toward the root of his joint. His back straightened, and the tendons on his neck and shoulders stood out. Then suddenly his buttocks became taut and he stopped pumping. His eyelids fluttered and his fingers dented the skin at Judy's waist.
Mitch felt his son's dick hammer against his as Kent got his rocks off. His hips came off the rug as he lunged twice more at his wife's dripping cunt, then he pulled her down close while his prick fountained into her sheath with pulsating jets.
"BAAAAABY! OH, JUDE! I'M CUMMING IN YOUR PUSSY! GGGAAAHHH! FEEL IT? AAARRRGGGHHH! UH! UH! UH! JUUUUDY! GOOOOD!"
With the twin streams of sizzling male fuck juice filling her belly, Judy could only sob joyously. It was the fulfillment of what she had dreamed of, and meant even more to her than the gloriously convulsive orgasm that was roaring out from her spasming twat with the force of a tidal wave. Tears fell from her eyes as she hugged her husband, and the only sound from her throat was a guttural mewing.
Dyla and Eileen were so enchanted with what they had seen that they could only stare at each other mutely for a long moment. Then the blonde reached out and rubbed a hand on her friend's thigh.
"Wouldn't it be neat if we could do that?" Eileen asked.
"You bet. Gosh. It must be super far out to get fucked by two guys at the same time. Let's ask tomorrow. Maybe they'll let us try it."
When they were all untangled and on their feet, Mitch went over to fill the martini glasses, carried them back, and handed one to his wife. Then he raised his drink and smiled at all of them.
"Here's a toast to the most wonderful wife a man could have."
Judy smiled snd lifted her hand. "Thank you.
And to a very patinet and understanding husband who made me that way."
They polished off their drinks then, at Mitch's signal, smashed the glasses against the wall. The kids cheered and clapped.
"I don't know what you youngsters are going to do tonight," Mitch said, taking Judy's hand, "but for the first time in many a moon, I'm going to go to sleep with my cock in my wife's cunt. We'll see you in the morning, but don't expect us early. We have some catching up to do."
With that, they started for the hallway, arms around each other and Judy's head against Mitch's shoulder.
"God, they must be happy," Eileen murmured. The other children nodded in agreement.
