One of man's most basic, most important institutions is marriage.
Yet today, at least in the United States, matrimony is crisis-ridden at best, seemingly in a state of near-collapse at worst. The malaise often affects couples in their thirties, men and women born before or during World War II, growing up during the Korean War, and confused by a dozen years of involvement in Vietnam. There disintegrating relationships are a refection of unstable times.
Bill and Karen -- attractive, successful to all outward appearances, yet unable to communicate at the most basic level, are driven by their boredom and dissatisfaction to seek an incestuous love. In their quest they throw away all traditional moral values.
Bill and Karen -- their story is a portrayal of an affliction that plagues many American marriages.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Karen Jordan, a tall cool-looking blonde of thirty-five, watched intently as the boy walked onto the diving board and prepared to plunge into the pool. Specifically, she watched his crotch, and she was thinking, Oh, to be young again!
Karen's dark-blue eyes focused lingeringly on the well-defined bulge of the kid's skimpy trunks, and as he bounced up and down on the diving board in preparation for his leap, she thought she detected a slight quivering there.
What did that bulge represent? His balls? His cock? Her feverish speculation grew. She wondered what he looked like without clothes. God, he had a nice body-broad shoulders, small waist and hips, strongly muscled arms and legs. His sleek young body was deeply tanned, but the hair on his head and chest was white-blond.
Karen tried to imagine his cock, a sturdy stiff pole of flesh with a rosy tip. She felt an answering warmth in her crotch, a melting sensation. She imagined the boy crawling over her, thrusting his swollen dick into her...
"Hey, Aunt Karen," the boy called, "dig this."
He executed a neat clean dive into the pool, and her horny vision was scattered. Karen sighed softly.
Dirty old woman, she thought.
The boy's head broke water, and he swam toward her, grinning, showing perfectly even white teeth. She noticed he had freckles. My God, he was so young...
"How was that, Aunt Karen?" he called.
"Beautiful, Mark," she said, forcing a smile.
The boy was her nephew Mark, now her adopted son.
Karen looked around at the rest of her family. Her husband Bill, an attractive graying man of forty, was tanning himself on a big towel by the edge of the pool. Her niece Stacy, Mark's sister, was preparing to dive.
"Watch, me, too, Aunt Karen," Stacy pleaded.
"Okay, honey, I'm watching," said Karen.
Watching all too intently... Karen noted.
Stacy's delicious young curvy figure, the bobbling round breasts, the deep tan combined with platinum hair just like her brother. Yes, to be young age...
Karen rolled over on her towel and buried her face in her arms. She found she was quivering with need. How long since she and Bill had made love? Three weeks? Four? It didn't matter. Their sex life was dead, dead of boredom. Yet she hungered for a mans touch.
And now she had these kids. As if she didn't have problems enough.
Two weeks ago Karen's older sister Betty had been killed in a car crash, leaving her children orphaned. Karen hadn't seen her sister or the kids in years, but when she learned that no one else would take Mark and Stacy, she and Bill readily agreed to adopt the teenage brother and sister. The Jordans had no children of their own.
Now Karen was wondering if she'd made a mistake. The kids had been with them only a week, and already they'd made her life a turmoil. Not by any fault of their own. It was just that Stacy reminded her how old she was getting, how time was running out. And Mark -- well, dammit, that fine young body of his frankly aroused all the deep longing she'd been trying so hard to repress.
"Aunt Karen, you didn't watch me," Stacy said reproachfully.
"I'm sorry, dear," said Karen. "It's so hot out here, I'm falling asleep. I'd better go in now."
Karen got to her feet, her shapely body rising to its full five-feet-seven. For a thirty-five-year-old woman she was in excellent shape, with fine long legs, nipped-in waist, and large firm pointed breasts. She wasn't too old for the tiny blue bikini she was wearing. But next to Stacy, she felt ancient.
"I'm going to go lie down inside," she said. "Have fun. I'll see you at dinner."
Mark and Stacy waved at her, then started to splash each other, shouting and giggling. Karen wondered how Bill could sleep through that racket. She turned and went into the house.
In fact her husband Bill wasn't sleeping. He was sneaking looks at his niece.
Bill Jordan lay face down, seemingly asleep, but whenever it seemed safe he risked a long hungry look at Stacy. Jesus, what a sweet little piece of ass. The girl was wearing a tiny red bikini held on with a few thin strings. He wished the strings would break.
With a shriek Stacy leaped from the pool and ran around the edge, her brother chasing her. Her sweet round tits, the size of large oranges, bounced furiously. Her little round butt bounced, too. She was so young. And Mark was a another teenager.
Yes, Bill thought, I'm old enough to be their father.
And now he was their father. He and Karen had adopted the kids a week ago and brought them home to suburban L.A. He wondered if it had been a mistake. In terms of years, he was old enough to be their father, but when he looked at Stacy he definitely didn't feel paternal. He felt like a drooling rapist.
"Uncle Bill, help!" Stacy squealed.
Bill raised his head and looked. Mark was close behind his sister, mischievously trying to untie her bikini bra. The boy kept reaching for the string, Stacy just managing to stay ahead of him. In a way, Bill wanted Mark to succeed. He'd love to see those adorable little boobs of hers.
On the other hand he was supposed to be their father, keep them in line, and it wouldn't do for Mark to run around undressing his kid sister.
Forcing a laugh, Bill sprang to his feet, and as Stacy streaked by him, he caught Mark by the shoulders. The boy laughed, too, and they wrestled at the edge of the pool. The kid was strong, stronger than Bill had imagined.
Bill was older, taller, and heavier, but Mark had youth and energy. As they grappled, Bill found himself panting.
"Hey, Sis," Mark called, "I'm gonna dump Uncle Bill in the pool, and then I'm gonna get ya."
"Oh, no," Stacy squealed. "You have to beat him, Uncle Bill."
Bill tried to remind himself that this was all in fun, just a little horseplay. Yet he felt like he was fighting for his honor. He couldn't let a teenager kid dump him in the pool. He fought harder, showing off for Stacy.
"Aaggghh!" Mark shouted.
Bill got him off balance, shoved, and Mark went crashing into the pool. Stacy squealed with delight, clapped her hands, and then ran up to Bill, hugging him.
"Oh, Uncle Bill," she purred, "that was super. You're so strong."
Bill swelled with silly pride. Unfortunately his pride wasn't the only thing that swelled up. As Stacy rubbed her warm curvy little body against him, he felt his cock getting hard...
He looked down at her. She was a whole foot shorter than him, and he could see right down her bra, into the plump cleavage of her ripe young tits, down the front of her tiny red bra. He saw just a hint of light pink nipple, bumpy and rigid from swimming.
Oh, Jesus, he would have loved to slip his hand down there and cup one of those sweet round boobs. He hugged Stacy back, resisting the temptation to pat her on the ass, that adorable little wriggling butt.
Mark surfaced, spitting and laughing.
"Hey, Uncle Bill," he said, "two rounds out of three, okay?"
Bill scarcely heard him. He was acutely aware of his hard-on, though. What if the girl saw it? He couldn't stand there in front of Stacy with his dick sticking out lewd and hard.
"Uh, not today, Mark," he said lamely. "Think I'll go in now."
Bill beat a hasty retreat to the house. Jesus Christ, he was going to have to learn to control himself better than that. Stacy was his daughter now, she'd be around all the time. He couldn't get a cock-stand every time she smiled at him.
"Shit," Bill muttered, padding down the carpeted hall in his bare feet.
If only he and Karen were still getting it on, maybe he wouldn't be acting like an idiot over a teenage girl. But their sex life had been dull for years, and lately it had practically stopped. They'd been married so long, fifteen years now. He loved Karen very much, but he longed for variety.
Quietly he opened the door of the master bedroom. Karen often took naps in the afternoon, and he didn't want to wake her.
She was stretched out naked on the bed, still a beautiful sight in any man's eyes. Tall, honey blonde, with a superb voluptuous body and big size 40-D tits, his wife was a treat to look at. It was just that he'd seen her so often.
She had the curtains closed, and the strong afternoon sun came through a filtered yellow, making her tan body glow. She lay on her side with her back to him. The large shapely rounds of her ass seemed to be quivering slightly. "Ohhh," she moaned.
"Honey?" said Bill. "Are you all fight?"
She flinched, then lay still.
When she didn't answer him, Bill assumed she'd been dreaming. He slipped off his swimming trunks and lay down beside her, keeping maximum distance between them. He wanted desperately to jack off, but he didn't want Karen to notice.
His cock was standing straight up from his belly, rosy stalk swollen taut, blue veins standing out. The purple head of his dick oozed big gobs of horny juice. Feeling childish and silly, he began to pump himself. He had to have some relief from that aching hard-on.
But, Jesus, what a stupid state of affairs. A gorgeous woman lay naked not two feet away from him, and a delicious little teenage chick was just outside -- and here he was jerking off like a guilty teenager.
Well, he couldn't have Stacy. A man couldn't ball his own adopted daughter. And it was no use trying with Karen. She seemed to have lost all interest in sex these past few years. Sighing, he pumped faster on his swollen throbbing stalk...
Hell, Karen was thinking. It was the very worst time for Bill to show up.
After leaving the others at the pool, she'd retreated to the bedroom for an urgent purpose, to bring herself off, to get some relief from the boiling sexual tension she'd developed from watching Mark. It was a silly infantile habit, masturbating, but it was the only thing she could do.
She'd stripped quickly, laid down on the bed, and eased a stiff finger between the furry wet lips of her pussy. She always started that way, stroking her hot little joy button, moaning softly. It felt so nice. In a while, when she was wet and eager, she'd use her fingers like a cock.
The real thing would have been much better, of course, but where was she going to get it? She lusted for Mark, but he was her blood nephew, her adopted son, and only a teenager. She'd have to be crazy to even consider making love to him.
No use asking Bill, either. He wasn't interested in sex any more, hadn't been for some time. Her only recourse was her hand. It made her ashamed to touch herself like that, but she couldn't stand the tension a moment longer.
Karen stroked her little slick clit, moaning and whimpering as sweet, hot sensations rippled through her belly. She thought back to the time when she and Bill were still hot for each other, the wonderful fucks they'd had, and her aroused cunt creamed heavily, wetting her stroking finger.
Where had that excitement gone? Once she and Bill couldn't keep their hands off each other. They were balling two and three times a day. She used to cream at the sight of him, but now she yawned.
And she letched for a teenage boy.
"Ohhh," Karen moaned, half in exasperation, half in growing pleasure.
Her finger kept up its good work, arousing her little wet clit into stiff sensitive erection. She rubbed faster, and juice sizzled from her hungry twat to soak her finger. Soon, very soon, she would slip that stiff finger lower into her seething pussy, slip it into her flooded cunt, pretend it was Mark's rigid young cock...
At the very thought of her sexy young nephew, she moaned again, louder this time, forgetting caution.
"Honey?" came Bill's unexpected voice. "Are you all right?"
Karen flinched in surprise. She hadn't heard him enter the room. Her face flamed. Fortunately she had her back to him, and he couldn't see her feverish eyes, her flushed face, or her shamelessly probing finger.
She slipped her soaked finger off her clit, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep. She was so aroused, so desperate, that she could hardly keep still. Dammit all, what a lousy time for her husband to arrive.
She waited, quivering with need, till she thought he was asleep. She just had to beat off, get rid of that tension. If she was very quiet about it, she might manage. At last, when she had heard no sound from Bill for several minutes, she quietly slipped her finger back onto the plump scorching button of her clit.
Bill noticed it again, the strange gentle rhythmic movements of his wife's richly curved ass. What the hell...! Was she having some strange dream? He heard her sighing softly.
He hoped she wasn't going to turn over and wake up. She'd sure as hell catch him in an awkward position if she did. He lay on his back, listing his erect cock, pumping himself like a horny kid. His dick was enormously swollen, drooling thick steamy juice.
"Ummm," Karen murmured.
Her sweet creamy-skinned ass continued its strange contortions, and then Bill noticed a little trickle of cunt cream progressing slowly down her thighs. He reddened. It didn't seem possible, didn't seem at all in character for his beautiful cool wife, but it looked very much like Karen was masturbating.
He felt a rush of disgust -- till he looked down and saw his own fist pumping away at his swollen rosy meat. Christ, who was he to condemn her for something he was doing himself? He understood her need, too. It'd been weeks since they'd balled.
Bill watched her more closely, suspending his own movements. Her lushly curved hips and ass were grinding gently now, picking up the pace, and her breathing was hard and hot. From the movements of her arm muscles he could tell she was using her hand. No doubt about it, she was trying to bring herself off.
This is insane, he thought.
Husband and wife lying side by side, frigging themselves, hiding their need from each other -- it was crazy. They might not excite each other so much any more, but they didn't have to resort to that.
"Karen," he said gently.
She flinched violently, and he could see her whole body redden. He understood. He'd be ashamed as hell if she caught him jacking off. Her hip movements stopped and she lay very still, faking sleep again.
He knew better. He moved toward her, letting his long rigid dripping prick lead the way. He snuggled his chest against her back, felt her soft creamy butt settling into his lap.
Karen had wanted to scream when he interrupted her the second time. She'd been so close to fulfillment, so close to the delicious moment when she'd ease her stiff finger into her soaked twat and fantasize that it was Mark. Bill's interruption couldn't have come at a more cruel moment.
Then she felt her husband moving on the bed, snuggling up to her. That familiar body, the broad hairy chest, the trim hips, the long muscular legs, pressed against her back. He was a handsome man even at forty, well-preserved, and probably very sexy-looking to other women. But he no longer turned her on, and she knew he was bored with her, too.
So what did he want?
She got her answer very quickly. She felt her husband's cock, hard and hot and throbbing, nosing between her clenched thighs.
"Bill?" she said drowsily.
She couldn't believe it was happening. He hadn't wanted her in weeks. The prospect of fucking him didn't particularly excite her, but at least she was ready. Thinking about Mark, frigging herself, she'd gotten juicy and violently aroused.
"Ssshhh," said Bill. "Let's just enjoy."
He wasn't turned on by the thought of balling her, either, but if he closed his eyes, he could pretend she was Stacy.
Karen had an identical thought at the same time. With Bill entering her from behind, with her eyes closed, she could pretend he was Mark.
"Yesssss," she whimpered excitedly.
She quivered as he eased his big swollen dick between her legs. He had a big cock, thick and long, something she'd always appreciated. It was going to feel very good now. All she had to do was forget that he was her husband.
Bill shivered with horny anticipation as he eased his stiff swollen meat between her silky thighs. He almost never fucked Karen from behind, but today it would be an advantage. Not seeing her face, he could forget she was his wife.
He poked around lazily with the fat knobby head of his cock till he felt himself slipping into the moist little pit of her cunt mouth. Karen was trembling violently, and so was he. No wonder they hadn't been laid in about a month.
He pushed into her strongly, penetrating her deeply in one long delicious thrust. Her aroused wet cunt seethed around him. He was surprised at how aroused she was. She hadn't been wet and hot for him in years.
"Ooooo!" she gasped.
Skewered on that long hard cock, feeling it snake right up to her womb, Karen moaned helplessly with pleasure. Her starved twat boiled around his meat, nipping, grasping. She jammed her butt down hard into his lap, taking his prick inside her as deep as she could. She felt his coarse-haired balls come to rest against her seething pussy.
"Yes, yesss," she whined, "fuck meee..."
But it wasn't Bill she was saying it to. Already she was lost in fantasy. Mark, young and tan and husky, was penetrating her lustily from behind, and she was responding eagerly, shamelessly.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she chanted. "I want it..."
Bill was amazed at his wife's behavior. It'd been years since she'd responded like that to his love-making, using dirty wards to say how much she liked it, moaning helplessly, creaming floods of steamy juice all over his cock.
Poor Karen, he'd neglected her. She must be really hard up.
He couldn't keep his mind on her, though, because as he sank his swollen cock into her slick, hot, nipping hole, he was thinking of his adopted daughter Stacy.
It was Stacy, saucy little butt wriggling wantonly in his lap, who cried out huskily, "Fuck meeee."
Bill snorted with excitement and began working his meat in her, too aroused to be gentle. He fucked her in deep powerful strokes, plunging in all the way to his balls, raking and stuffing her red-hot, squeezing box.
"Baby, baby," he moaned, "is it good?"
"Ummm," she sighed. "Yessss... Oh, YES I love it... Don't stop..."
Karen creamed helplessly as the long thick cock reamed her long-starved twat. She couldn't control herself. Her hips pumped furiously in time to his strokes, and she moaned aloud. Filthy words came to her lips, and she grew wanton with pleasure.
"Ball me," she whined. "Stick it in me... Yes, oh, yesss..."
Bill's belly smacked loudly against her pumping ass, and the noise of their fucking grew lewdly wet and slurping. The bed creaked and groaned. They were lost to everything but their own thrilling fantasies and the dizzying pleasure of this long overdue fuck.
Bill imagined his sexy little niece writhing and squealing with joy as he balled her tight teenage cunt. Karen grew hoarse and panting as she fantasized her handsome teenage nephew fucking her furiously from behind.
"Do it, do it, DO IT," she screeched. "Do it to meeee..."
"Aw, Christ," Bill panted. "It's good... You're so fuckin' hot... Yeah..."
Karen suddenly arched her body sharply as she felt herself spinning into a delicious climax. Her normally cool sedate face twisted in a horny leer, and she felt her cunt going into spasms of pleasure, literally squirting steamy juice.
"Oooo," she shrieked, "OOOOO!"
Bill felt the silky wet sheath tightening powerfully around his cock, gripping him, holding him deep down in her fiery wet depths. It was too much. It milked the jism right out of him.
"I'm coming," he gasped. "Oh, Jesus, yes!"
He fucked her brutally, ramming his squirting cock out of control in her convulsing box. He felt his come rushing out, flooding her, bathing them both.
They panted and writhed together for a long moment, then fell apart, their feverish fantasies gone. Karen rolled over and looked wonderingly at her husband. They hadn't made love like that in years.
And they still hadn't -- because she'd been with Mark in her mind, not with Bill. She blushed with shame.
Bill felt himself blushing, too. He'd never tell Karen, of course, but in the very act of balling her he'd been unfaithful. All the time it had been Stacy he was fucking.
"Well," he said lamely, "that was a surprise."
"Yes," Karen said, lowering her eyes, "wasn't it?"
They rolled apart, turning their backs to each other, lost in thought. Their marriage couldn't go on like this, they both knew. They couldn't live a lie. They couldn't go around lusting for the two teenagers who had become their children.
But what were they going to do about it?
Out in the bright summer sunshine Mark and Stacy lay side by side at the edge of the pool, sunning themselves. Brother and sister, only a year apart in age, they looked like twins, both of them deeply tanned and platinum-haired and radiantly healthy.
Stacy giggled. "Hey," she said to her brother, "did you notice Uncle Bill had a hard-on?"
Mark snorted and turned to look at her.
"Naw," he said, "I didn't. But then I was digging Aunt Karen. Man, what a pair of jugs."
Stacy sighed. "Wouldn't it be far out if we could get it on with them?"
"Forget it," said Mark. "They're so fuckin' middle-class and uptight. No, we gotta find our fun somewhere else, baby sister."
"Like where?" said Stacy. "There's no kids around her. Just old people."
"Well, I'm gonna sneak out tonight and explore," said Mark. "You wanta come along?"
"Yeah," said Stacy. "I'm dying for some action. As soon as they go to bed..."
Having agreed on their plan, brother and sister resumed the pleasant innocent expressions they always used around their aunt and uncle. They'd learned to con adults a long time ago.
CHAPTER TWO
That night after their aunt and uncle had gone to bed, Mark and Stacy sneaked out of the house, looking for fun. Although the brother and sister liked their new adoptive parents, life with the Jordans was too tame for them.
Their father had died long ago, while they were still babies. Their busy working mother had never had time to supervise their activities. Early on, the mischievous teenager had invented this game of sneaking out late at night and finding unusual forms of entertainment.
"What are you going to do, Mark?" his sister asked when they were a safe distance from the house.
"Prowl a little," said Mark. "Look in a few windows. You wanta come along?"
"No, I don't think so," said Stacy. "I'd rather see what's happening at the movies. I'll meet you back at the house."
"Right on," said Mark. "Happy hunting."
The blond brother and sister had a code all their own. Their unspoken mission was to get it on with somebody. Both were very horny after a week with the Jordans and no action.
They parted, Stacy heading south toward the local movie house, Mark going north into the plush suburban neighborhood near the Jordans'. He had no worries about his little sister's safety. He and Stacy had been through many hairy adventures together, and she knew how to take care of herself.
Mark slipped across someone's lawn and into an alley. He strolled along silently in his sneakers, glancing in windows. He spotted a few uncurtained bedroom windows and observed some women undressing, some couples making love nothing special to Mark. He was an experienced peeper and rather particular about what he chose to watch.
Finally he found what he was looking for -- an exceptionally attractive woman alone who had neglected to pull the shades in her bedroom.
Mark walked silently into the woman's yard and got very close to her bedroom window, knowing she couldn't see him while the lights were on. Hell, you could practically press your nose against the glass and they still wouldn't notice you. The ones who left their curtains open somehow never expected to be watched.
The window was large, slightly open, so that Mark could hear the woman humming to herself as she sat at her dressing table brushing her long red hair. She was maybe thirty, very pretty, and stacked. Mark judged that she had tits almost as big as his Aunt Karen's.
She was wearing an almost sheer beige negligee, and as she worked the brush through her luxuriant waist-length coppery hair, her large breasts rose and fell heavily. Through the thin material of her gown Mark could see the brown dots of her nipples.
Mark waited patiently, enjoying the show, knowing there was more to come. His experience taught him that his was a good victim. He noted the framed photo on her dressing table of a man in uniform -- a husband in the service, stationed far away. Away, because no man in his right mind would sit watching TV when he had a woman like this in the bedroom.
The woman was alone, lonely, and certainly horny.
She set down the brush after a while and looked at herself in the mirror, no doubt wondering if her husband would still find her attractive when he came home on leave. She slid her hands under her heavy jugs and hoisted them, then let them drop and bounce. They were firm and pointed, and she smiled slightly.
That wasn't enough, though. As Mark knew from experience, she would have to inspect herself all over.
The redhead rose and untied the belt of her gown. She opened the filmy garment and let it slide off her creamy white shoulders, let it waft delicately to the floor. Underneath she was wearing only a skimpy pair of black-lace bikini panties.
Mark caught his breath for a moment, admiring her large pointed tits. Size he judged, milky white, not a blemish on her. The nipples were large and brown and cone-shaped, not his favorite kind, but he wasn't complaining. She had gorgeous big knockers.
Again she examined her tits in the minor, running her hands over them, making them quiver and bounce. She frowned critically. Her breasts sagged a little from their weight; maybe she thought she was getting old. Mark wanted to assure her that she was fine, just fine...
She turned round and round before the mirror, watching her own figure, tall and slim-waisted and long-legged. In Mark's opinion she didn't have a damned thing to worry about, but she didn't seem satisfied. She patted her belly, touched her toes, and did a few knee bends, to make sure her body was still supple. Then she slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and began pulling them down.
Mark stepped closer, breathing very softly. He felt the first prickle of interest in his balls and cock. He hoped he was going to get a good show.
The red-haired woman inched her panties down very slowly, watching herself in the mirror. She tried a few facial expressions and settled on a sexy little grin. Mark understood; she was practicing for when her husband came home.
Thrusting her pelvis forward wantonly, swaying her hips, she inched her panties downward provocatively, teasingly. The first springy pussy hairs came into view a few inches below her navel. Mark nodded approvingly -- the hairs were coppery, the same color as her head. He disliked fakery.
More and more of her bright red muff appeared, a pouting puff of clean springy curls. Mark licked his lips. This was his very favorite kind of snatch, and he'd seen all kinds in the course of his peeping. He'd seen vast bushes, dainty triangles, scanty lines, but his favorite was the little round puff of fur like this woman had.
At last she got her panties down over the firm rounds of her butt, then quickly tugged them down her legs and stepped out of them, kicking them aside. She flaunted herself for her fantasy husband, poking her crotch forward, grinning, sticking out her tongue.
Mark felt his cock go hard. If she could put on a show of invitation like that, she must really be something in bed.
Suddenly, though, she seemed to sag, her face losing its animation, her hip action grinding to a halt.
"Oh, hell," she said dismally.
She picked up the photo from her dressing table and looked longingly at her handsome husband. Then she sighed loudly and went over to the bed and lay down.
This was always a crucial moment for Mark. If she turned off the light, the show was over, his fun spoiled. He held his breath, waiting, hoping...
But she left the light on. It was a small bedside lamp, not very bright, but good enough for Mark's trained eye. The redhead lay on her back, her beautiful copper hair spread out over the pillows, and in the gentle light of the bedroom she began to caress herself.
Mark felt his cock aching with hard excitement, weeping a little bubble of juice. It was too early to tell, but this might be one of the shows he liked best, watching a woman masturbate. This one certainly seemed ready for it.
She began with her breasts, stroking and cupping the big creamy cones, tweaking and rimming the nipples to make them hard and pointed. Her face flushed slightly and her breathing slowed, signs of mild pleasure. She kept glancing across the room at her husband's photo, and Mark knew she was pretending that the guy was making love to her.
Presently she began to move one hand slowly down her sleek white body, moving timidly toward her coppery bush. Her breathing quickened, and her face got more pink. She touched her fluffy little muff at last, pressing and petting gently.
Mark leaned against the house, his face very close to the window, his heart starting to pound with excitement. This was going to be a really good show, he could tell. He didn't like to watch experienced masturbators. He preferred women like this one who felt ashamed of the act but just couldn't resist.
Timidly, blushing, she slipped a finger between the furry red lips of her muff and touched her clit. She shivered, sighed. Then she began to rub her starved little joy button, her eyes fluttering, her breath coming fast and excited.
Mark had started peeping when he was about eleven years old, started by accident when he happened to see a neighbor woman undressing. In the next five years he'd refined his technique to an art. He'd even added a variation that most peepers wouldn't have dared try...
"Ohhh," the woman sighed.
Her pale finger was zipping back and forth now, over her sensitive little clit, and she was getting really turned on. To Mark's delight, she began to spread her long shapely legs, giving him a view of her pussy.
She drew her legs wide apart, then bent her knees. Mark saw her wet scarlet gash, plump healthy flesh fringed with delicate copper curls. He saw the tiny dark hole of her cunt mouth, oozing a little trickle of cream. Even her slit was gorgeous.
Moaning softly, the woman began inching her finger down toward the drooling mouth of her cunt. Mark waited, almost shivering with horny delight, waiting for her to stick that finger in there, frig herself -- because when she started doing that, it would be time for him to act, time for that variation which ordinary peepers only dream of...
But something went wrong, something brought her back to reality. Just as she was shyly rimming the wet mouth of her cunt, she happened to glance at the window. She blushed hotly and jerked her hand away from her snatch.
Mark knew she couldn't see him. She must have just now noticed that she hadn't pulled the curtains. He grinned wickedly, thinking of her embarrassment. What if the neighbors had seen her, naked on her bed, frigging herself?
She got up quickly, big tits bouncing, and hurried over to the window. Mark braced himself for a slight change in plans. He hadn't expected it to go like this, but he was ready.
She reached for the curtains on either side of the window, her tall lush body spread out before him -- and Mark swiftly pushed the window up till it was wide open.
"Hi there," he said.
The woman froze, gawking at him.
No doubt she was astonished to see a strange teenage boy coming in her window. Mark threw a leg over the sill and got in easily, gently moving the woman aside as he did so. Her skin was hot, silky. Again his cock strained in his jeans.
Quickly he closed the window and drew the curtains.
"There," he said calmly. "No one can see us."
She stood there, naked and gorgeous and astounded, still not believing that this was happening. Finally she found her voice.
"Wh-what do you want?" she said squeakily.
Mark grinned, miming his keen blue eyes appreciatively up and down her beautiful lush body. "Well," he said, "I'm not after your money."
"Oh, God," she gasped.
She began to back away from him. Mark watched her, hands on hips, smiling mockingly. "Actually I came here to help you out," he said. "Like that little job you were doing on yourself just now -- I could do it for you, and a lot better."
Her face flamed. "You saw?" she said in horror.
Mark grinned and nodded. "Yeah, I just happened to be passing by, and I thought, Well, there's a lady in distress..."
"Oh, no," she moaned.
She covered her face with her hands as if to hide her shame and Mark moved in. He crossed to her quickly, cat-like, and seized her around the waist, getting her over to the bed. Before she could react, he had her down on her back and was forcing her legs open.
She stared up at him in horror: "Oh, please," she gasped, "don't rape me."
Mark frowned. "I ain't gonna rape you, lady," he said with disapproval. "I'm gonna make love to you. There's a difference."
"Oh, no, no," she said desperately, "I couldn't be unfaithful to my husband. I've never been."
"He doesn't have to know," said Mark. "Listen, just relax and enjoy. You know you need it. I saw what you were doing... you're horny, baby, and this is gonna feel just great."
Again she blushed hotly, as if she wanted to die of shame. That excited Mark. He liked the inhibited ones, the women who had yet to be awakened. He grinned evilly at her, then thrust his face into her crotch.
"Oh, stop!" she gasped. "What are you doing? No, NO..."
She pushed at his head, trying to dislodge him, but Mark held her creamy hot thighs wide open and found his target, the tiny red dot of her clit. He stuck his tongue out and began flicking the tender little button with the rough wet tip of his tongue. He worked fast and with pressure.
"Ohhhh, God," she gasped.
She fell back limp on the bed, and Mark felt a scalding rush of cunt juice soaking his chin. Good, good... If she couldn't resist this, he was home free.
He circled and rimmed her tiny twitching clit with his experienced tongue, lashing the hot little bud, licking it, tickling it. He could feel the little organ swelling up tight and hard under his tongue, like a miniature cock getting a hard-on.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she moaned weakly. "That's not nice... Filthy... You better stop." Yet she didn't try to push him away.
Mark chuckled. "What's the matter, baby?" he said mockingly. "Didn't your husband ever eat your pussy?"
She certainly was good at blushing. Her lovely face turned beet red. "N-no," she stammered. "He never did anything like that."
Before she could answer, he began tonguing her little red button again, working faster and harder now. She gasped, a mixture of shock and pleasure. She protested, yet couldn't seem to bring herself to make him stop. Mark was sure he had her...
Rather than risk any rape charges, though, he took this time, courted her clit with his tongue. So far he hadn't used force with her, and he wanted to keep it that way.
He pressed his lips to her squirting, erect bud and slowly sucked the tiny slick organ into his mouth. He tickled it with the tip of his tongue, bathed it with saliva, and then began sucking on it, a slow strong tantalizing action.
"Ooooo!" she howled.
Mark's face was suddenly awash with her hot sticky cunt juice. She let her legs fall open wide and limp, no longer resisting in any way. The pleasure was too great for her, too unexpected and devastating. He had her, oh, Jesus, he had her...
But it would be a mistake to move too soon. He'd had some narrow escapes in the past when he'd been overeager, moving too fast from sucking to fucking. He remembered the woman in Oakland who'd brained him with the bedside lamp... Yes, he'd better go easy.
"Oh, God, ohhh," the redhead whined.
Mark sucked steadily, strongly, on her hot little clit till she was whimpering and panting with pleasure. He didn't bring her off, though. He wanted to keep her excitement at fever pitch, build up her need fill she was begging for his cock.
When he felt her arching her body, trying to come, he jerked his mouth off her twitching little bud and raised his head to look at her. She looked half crazy with pleasure and confusion, her face flushed and horny, her eyes glazed.
Good, good...
He dived into her pussy again, this time running his stiff wet tongue through the sensitive folds of her cunt lips, then rimming the soaked hair-fringed mouth of her twat. Mischievously he poked his tongue a little way into her fiery wet cunt, then drew it out.
"Oh, nooo," she gasped, "you mustn't do that... Isn't right..."
But when he jammed his thick tongue up her cunt full force, she gave a howl of delight. He thrust his tongue into her as deep as he could, clear to the root, and began tongue-fucking her fast and rough. Her cream boiled out, drenching his face.
"Ohhh," she howled. "OHHH..."
Again Mark brought her just to the edge of climax, then pulled away. He studied her carefully, and she seemed thoroughly conquered to him, gasping, her eyes rolling, breathing hard. She didn't seem to know where she was, who she was, nothing except the fiery need in her cunt.
It was time to make his move.
While she lay there limp and dizzy, gawking at him, Mark took off his clothes. He grinned knowingly when her glazed eyes dropped to his erect prick. She stared at it, licking her lips. He knew he had an attractive cock, six fat inches of healthy rosy flesh. He let her study his dick, let her excitement build.
Always in moments like this he gave silent thanks to Mrs. Hazel Brown of Oakland, one of his early "victims", who'd taught him everything he knew. He'd been a virgin, a normal peeper, not daring to do more than look. Mrs. Brown caught him looking in her window, and she taught him a lesson. Some lesson.
Hazel Brown, a buxom earthy woman in her forties, had taken young Mark into her bedroom and balled him. She taught him how to eat pussy, how to ball in every conceivable position. She thought it was funny, but to Mark it was an education, the key to all his later success. So he always thanked Hazel just before he made it with anyone else.
The redhead was still staring at his cock, but her expression was changing, as if she were coming back to reality. He'd waited too long. He moved quickly, scrambling onto her lush curvy body, poking his rigid teenage prick into the mushy hot flesh of her pussy. He jabbed around, trying to get in.
"No," she gasped.
She started crying, pushing at his broad young shoulders, trying to close her legs. Mark was securely in the saddle, wedged between her thighs, but he hadn't found her cunt.
"Look," he panted, "relax. I'm a good lay. You're gonna love it."
"Nooo," she sobbed, "I can't cheat on Rick. I'd never forgive myself."
"Oh, Jesus," Mark said disgustedly.
It was always the same story. They'd frig themselves, let him eat their pussies, but when it came time to ball, they went into this damned Faithful-Wife number. He was sick of it, had no patience with it. He grabbed her wrists painfully tight and forced her arms down to her sides.
"There," he said, panting, "you can tell your darling husband you were raped. Now RELAX."
She went on fighting, heaving her body around, trying to throw him off, but it was too late. Her pussy was wet, slippery, and Mark managed to slide his cock into the steamy little pit of her cunt mouth. He felt himself slipping into her, his cock sheathed in fiery slick flesh. He pushed hard, penetrating her fully in one rough thrust.
"Oooo," she moaned.
She stopped struggling, and her deliciously tight box closed hungrily around his hard meat, nipping, contracting. Her eyes rolled crazily, then closed, and her little pink tongue crept out to lick her lips. Mark began to fuck her.
He moved in deep hard strokes, moved fast, not giving her a chance to collect her wits. She had a sweet box, scalding hot and very slick, but nice and tight as well. He looked down and watched his strong young prick moving in and out of her wet hair-fringed hole.
"Good for you, honey?" he asked huskily.
She blushed deeply and didn't open her eyes. "Oh, please," she whimpered, "take it out... Don't make me do this... I shouldn't..."
Mark laughed softly. "Yeah, but you dig it. You love it, and you know it. Hey, swing with it, doll, relax."
She was still crying, still ashamed of her need, but she began to enjoy it in spite of herself. Her husband must have been gone a long time. Her cunt grew hotter and hotter around his jerking meat, and her cream poured out to puddle on the bed beneath them. She sobbed in ecstasy.
"Ohhhh, God," she cried, "I can't help it... Oh, Rick..."
Mark eased himself down on her then, flattening her big heaving tits with his chest. He used his strong-muscled legs to force her soft thighs even wider apart, so he could dig his hard dick right up to her womb.
She hesitated a moment, then gave way completely, throwing her long legs up around his waist, digging his body against hers, forcing his cock deep into her steamy, clinging cunt.
"Fuck meee," she whined. "Ohhh, yesss..."
Mark slipped his hands under her cute round ass, holding her tight against him, and began to bang her as hard as he could. It was a brutal noisy near-rape, but she didn't protest. Her head lolled back, her eyes rolled, and her mouth twisted into a horny little grin. She creamed furiously around him.
"Like it now, doll?" Mark panted.
"Oh, yes, YES," she moaned.
He forgot about her then. The danger was over, she wasn't going to push him away. He concentrated on raping her fiery wet tight box, digging his aching meat hard and fast in that satin, fleshy sheath. He felt her coming, felt her little slick cunt gripping his dick hard, but he only went on pounding her.
She might have come a few more times, he wasn't sure, and then he gasped and shivered violently as he felt his come exploding into her. He never liked to linger after that. He got up quickly and put on his clothes.
The redhead lay limp and numb on the bed, her legs wide open just as he'd left them, jism leaking thickly from her bruised open cunt. She just stared at Mark, as if she couldn't believe what they'd done.
He headed for the window, turning just long enough to grin at her. "You're a real nice lay, baby," he said. "Maybe I'll come tack again sometime."
She covered her face in shame.
Mark strolled home humming to himself, well pleased with his night's work. It had been a perfect evening. He did a lot of peeping, but it wasn't often that he scored. He'd really needed it, too, after a whole week with his new parents.
Christ, Bill and Karen seemed to think he was just a little kid or some kind of Boy Scout. They watched him all the time, expected him to be content with TV and swimming in the pool and sitting around bull shitting with the family. They didn't know him at all.
Well, something would have to be done about that. Together he and Stacy would work something out, find a way to have more fun.
He wondered what his little sister had been up to that evening, what kind of adventure she'd had. Stacy was a wild one, and she'd pulled off some pretty weird stuff in the past. He quickened his pace, anxious to compare notes with his sister.
CHAPTER THREE
After leaving her brother, Stacy walked the few blocks to the local movie house and got there just in time for the second feature, something about giant toads invading California. She didn't care what the movie was about. She seldom paid attention.
Just as Mark had his peeping game, Stacy had her movie game. It had begun two years ago. She remembered vividly how it got started.
Stacy had been watching a movie, intent on the screen, when a man quietly sat down beside her.
She paid him no attention till she felt his hand creeping up her leg. She glanced at him then and saw an attractive but shy fellow in his mid twenties. He was looking at her longingly.
Stacy knew she should tell him to keep his hands to himself, but she liked what he was doing, so she pretended not to notice. She just sat there and looked at the screen and let him feel her up.
The young man wasn't very skilled, but when Stacy offered no resistance, he slipped his hand inside her panties and eventually brought her off by playing with her slit. Stacy enjoyed it enormously. She discovered that she was highly sexed.
After that she had many adventures at the movies. She met many men who were more skilled with their fingers, many who would eat her pussy, she lost her virginity in the balcony of her favorite theater. She also learned to initiate some of the action herself.
Stacy liked making it in the movies because it was so uncomplicated. It took place in dim light, so that the guy couldn't recognize her on the streets. She would never have to see him again. Also she got a great variety of partners.
Unlike most teenage girls, Stacy wasn't interested in love. She was just interested in getting it on.
Tonight, after sneaking out of the Jordans' house, she chose her favorite place in the theater, towards the back of a side aisle. She'd learned that most singe men sat there, the lonely ones who were trying to pick up girls. She sat down and pretended to be absorbed in the movie.
It never took long to attract someone. Stacy was young, blonde, and very pretty, an enticing target. Presently she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and felt someone slide into the seat next to her.
Stacy glanced at him very briefly. She'd learned to do that, to avoid disappointment later. This guy was very old, maybe sixty, and his clothes were crummy. No go. She frowned at him, and he got up and moved.
Like her brother, Stacy was pretty choosy about who she made out with.
She waited, and presently someone else sat down next to her, a young guy in jeans and leather jacket. He looked sort of tough, but Stacy liked the tough ones. After giving him a seemingly absent-minded glance, she turned back to the screen.
It wasn't long before she felt his hand on her knee. Hot excitement coursed through her body, and she felt a sudden moistening and swelling, in her pussy. This guy was willing, and they were going to have a lot of fun.
But by now, after two years experience, Stacy had developed some variations, some games, that made the whole thing a lot more exciting. Straight groping didn't interest her any more. She waited a moment, till the guy began to move his hand stealthily up her leg, and then she turned and glared at him.
"Take your hand off my leg, you creep," she whispered, "or I'll call the manager."
The guy gave her a sheepish grin and jerked his hand away.
Stacy turned to the movie again, smiling slightly, and settled deeper into her seat, so that her elbow brushed his. She pretended to do it unconsciously, and she slowly pressed harder.
The guy couldn't resist. Her very touch was turning him on, and after a moment, when he thought she was absorbed in the movie, he risked touching her knee again. This time Stacy let him inch his fingers slowly up under her skirt till he reached mid-thigh.
She stared at the screen -- the giant toads had just eaten San Francisco and were heading south -- with her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide, as if utterly lost in the movie. The guy moved his hand again, his fingers almost touching the moist steamy crotch of her panties.
Stacy whirled on him, glaring, outraged.
"Are you some kind of pervert?" she said. "Leave me alone!"
"Aw, baby," he whined. "I'm just having a little fun."
"Leave me alone," she repeated, "or I'll report you, you sickle."
Reluctantly the man drew his hand out from under her skirt. Stacy smiled to herself, well satisfied with the way things were going so far. She liked to whip her partners' lust to a fever pitch, to taunt and tease them till they couldn't control themselves.
She knew how warm and silky her legs were, how wet heat radiated from her pussy. She knew how excited the guy had been when he was so close to touching her panties. She was excited, too, creaming right through her crotch, but she knew the fun would be magnified if she made him wait.
As the giant toads demolished Cannel, Stacy went into her next routine. She was wearing a low-cut blouse, and she pretended to drop a piece of popcorn down the front of it.
"Oh, damn," she murmured.
She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and thrust her hand down the front, fumbling for the lost item. Unsuccessful, she undid two more buttons. She could feel the guy's eyes burning on her.
"Damn thing," she said.
She wasn't wearing a bra, so when she undid the final button and opened her blouse, he had an unrestricted view of her plump ripe pointy tits. She heard his sharp lusty intake of breath.
Carefully, as if still searching, she drew the front of her blouse fully open and looked down at herself. He was looking, too. She could feel his hot breath fanning her bare chest. She looked at her pretty round tits with their small pointed pink nipples, knowing the sight was driving him wild.
"Can't find it," she sighed.
Then she merely folded the blouse over her tits without bothering to button it again. She went back to staring at the movie, looking completely absorbed in it.
It took him about one minute to slide his arm behind her seat and bring his hand down over her right shoulder. He did it very cautiously, and if Stacy hadn't been alert for the maneuver, she might not have noticed. He carefully moved her blouse under his fingers, trying to expose her right breast.
Stacy allowed him to do it, munching popcorn and gawking at the screen. She felt the stuffy air of the theater on her bare tit. She knew he was getting an eyeful, ogling that sweet upturned boob with its delicate little pink nipple.
She also knew he wouldn't be content with just looking.
Sure enough, after five minutes in which his breathing became steadily harder and hotter, he suddenly made his move. Stacy saw it as a dark blur, his head dipping down in front of her -- and then she felt his wet hot mouth sucking in her nipple.
Dizzying pleasure streaked through her body, and she felt herself creaming right through her panties. Her were very sensitive, and she loved having her nipples sucked. She allowed herself to enjoy it for a brief moment.
He was good, knew what he was doing. He sucked in the whole rigid nipple and tickled the tender tip with his tongue. He sucked like a hungry baby, bathing her sensitive flesh with his saliva. As he sucked, his hand went to her leg again.
Stacy straightened up and said in a chilling voice, "That does it, you creep. I'm going to go find the manager."
The guy jerked away from her as if slapped. He really looked nervous. "I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I just got carried away... I won't bother you again, I promise... only don't tell anybody."
Stacy eyed him coldly for a long moment, letting him squirm, then turned away, folding her blouse over her bare tit. She didn't button it. Let him sit there and imagine her pert round boobs, so near and yet so far.
She could barely contain her glee. Cock-teasing was her favorite game.
She watched the screen, but she could almost see the poor bastard seething next to her, wanting her, writhing in frustration. She imagined the cock stand he must have by now, and she felt her whole belly melting with horny excitement.
The next step would be the most fun of all.
Stacy let almost five minutes pass, long enough to torture him but not long enough to make him give up. Then, eyes still glued to the screen, she absently let her hand trail off the arm rest and onto his thigh.
The guy flinched -- she could see the sharp movement out of the corner of her eye. He gawked at her, but she looked perfectly innocent, unaware of what she'd done. She didn't even seem to notice him. He grinned and settled back.
The giant toads were approaching Los Angeles, trashing the freeways, as Stacy slowly began to move her hot little hand up the guy's right thigh. She could feel his leg trembling under the rough cloth of his jeans. Her movement was subtle, light, as if she didn't know what she was doing, as if she'd mistaken his hard-muscled leg for the arm rest.
At last the tips of her fingers were touching his crotch. She felt a rock-hard throbbing bulge there, a straining hard-on. She grinned to herself. This guy was in for a really big surprise.
She gently slipped her whole hand over the lewdly bulging lump of his crotch and let it rest there lightly. The guy was trembling now, breathing loudly and raggedly. He couldn't restrain himself. He clapped his hand onto hers and pressed it eagerly to his crotch.
Stacy whirled and gave him a look calculated to freeze his balls. He took his hand away. He stared at her, then blinked and settled back in his seat. At last he understood.
Stacy kept her hand just where it was, and he didn't interfere again. It took men a long time to understand how she wanted to play the game, but most of them finally realized that this innocent looking snub-nosed teenager wanted to be the aggressor, wanted to call the shots. If they wanted any action, they had to play it her way.
Now that he understood, she could get on to the part she liked best, driving him wild. She let her hand rest on his enormous bulging crotch for awhile, then absently seized the zipper of his fly and began tugging it down.
The guy trembled and breathed very loudly. Stacy really enjoyed this part. She allowed a whole minute for unzipping his fly and opening his pants, and all the while she kept her eyes on the screen. The guy had no idea what she was up to, but he didn't dare protest. He had to do it her way or not at all.
When she finally had his pants open, she slipped her hand inside and touched his prick. Lots of times men came right then and there, overexcited, shooting their wad in her hand. To her relief, this one managed to hold out. As her hot little hand closed around his stiff, pulsing prick, he flinched and moaned, but he didn't come.
Carefully, never looking his way, Stacy drew his erect cock out of his pants. It sprang eagerly out of its confinement, standing straight up in his lap, weaving lewdly. Stacy took a look. It was a nice one, about six inches long and pretty thick, with a big knob of a head.
She looked at the guy. His eyes were glazed, focused on her, and he didn't change expression or say a word. His mind was blown. He was completely in her power.
With a haughty glance she turned back to the movie, just letting his cock stand there, obscenely exposed, waving slightly. She folded her hands primly in her lap. She wanted to test the guy's nerve and determination. The usher might come by at any moment and catch him with his cock out, or some patron might complain. Would he chicken out?
No, he waited, staring at her, pleading with his eyes. He knew now that he mustn't touch her or say anything, but his eyes begged. Meanwhile on the screen the giant toads were wrecking L.A. while the National Guard made a vain attempt to destroy them. Plenty of noise, a good cover for what she was about to do.
Stacy slipped quietly off her seat, onto her knees before the guy, and plunged his erect dick into her mouth.
"Awww, JESUS," he moaned.
Fortunately there was so much noise on the screen that no one heard him. He went on whining and moaning blissfully as Stacy worked his thick swollen meat into her juicy, scorching mouth.
She'd had plenty of practice, had sucked bigger dicks than his, so she was able to take the whole thing in, till his wiry-haired balls rubbed her chin.
She slipped her hands under his hot, swollen nut sacs and began to massage them, fast and hard. The least bit more pressure and she would have hurt him, but she knew her work, knew just how rough to be. She squeezed and milked his balls while she sucked his cock.
Compressing her cheeks sharply, raising her tongue, she squeezed his pulsing dick into a tight juicy nest. She sucked his meat hard, drawing it out like elastic, letting it snap back to its normal proportions. She bathed it heavily, hotly, with her saliva.
"Ohhhh, Christ," he moaned, "oh, sweet Jesus, yes... Suck me, baby, suck my dick... Awwww, shit, that's great."
Stacy sucked hard, expertly, reducing the moaning man to horny jelly. She, too, was intensely aroused. She felt her steamy cunt cream soaking through her panties and running down her thighs. Cock sucking was just about the most exciting thing in the world to the mischievous Stacy.
She liked having that enormous power over him, controlling him through his prick, but she also just plain liked to suck cocks. She liked the fat fleshy presence in her mouth, liked the taste of his juices. This guy was really creaming, too, salty juice dribbling steadily from his hard, swollen cockhead.
Stacy eagerly swallowed every drop of his horny bubbling cream, sucking harder and harder on his jerking, throbbing meat. She kept up her rough but pleasant massage of his balls. The guy slumped lower in his seat, panting, whining.
He was out of control, his head lolling, his eyes rolling wildly, his mouth twisted into a sensual leer. As she sucked greedily and wetly on his bloated dick, he couldn't stop moaning. Fortunately the toads were still having it out with the National Guard, a deafening noise that drowned out the guy's helpless cries.
"Awwww, shit, that's good," he groaned, "so fuckin' good... Bring me off, doll... Let me come in your mouth..."
Stacy felt saliva flooding her mouth as he groaned out his request. This was what she'd been waiting for, that scalding blast of delicious, salty male come. She could never get enough of it.
She recalled the first time she'd ever blown a guy. It'd been an older man, and she usually didn't go for them, but he paid her ten bucks to "play" with him in the movies. She didn't know exactly what he wanted till he showed her. She'd handled a few pricks out of curiosity, but she'd never even dreamed of using her mouth on one.
This old guy had her get down on her knees, between his legs, and then he taught her to fondle and lick and suck his cock. At first Stacy just thought it was weird, but the moment she took his silky sausage-like prick into her mouth, she was hooked on the practice.
She remembered how good his jism had tasted, how she'd swallowed every drop and then licked his limp prick to get more. The old guy was so pleased, he gave her an extra five dollars.
Since then she'd learned a lot more, and she used all her skill on the moaning man in the leather jacket. She sucked his prick out to its full straining length, till the big bulbous head was right in her throat, and she pumped and milked his swollen nut sacs.
"Awwww, man," he whimpered, "eat me..."
She clamped her strong young throat muscles around his cock head, and the guy wailed and shot his load. Stacy opened her throat and gurgled blissfully as he sizzled load after load of delicious come into her mouth. She kept sucking till his prick shriveled and softened and slipped from her lips.
Daintily but eagerly she licked her ups of the last drops of come, then settled back into her seat as if nothing had happened. The guy lay sprawled in his seat, gawking at her with glazed eyes, his limp, wet prick resting on his thigh.
Stacy hummed with satisfaction, knowing she'd completely blown his mind. That was her idea of a good night's work at the movies -- reducing a man to jelly.
Los Angeles had to be H-bombed to destroy the giant toads, but the rest of the world was saved. The movie ended, and Stacy walked primly out of the theater, her dazed partner following her meekly.
She didn't mind him following her. The game wasn't over yet. Sucking his cock had been a real turn-on, but there was a boiling need in her pussy that still had to be satisfied.
She strolled down the dark empty street, and she could hear him behind her, no doubt trying to get up his nerve and talk to her. At last he sprinted up beside her.
"Hey," he said, "I gotta talk to ya."
"About what?" Stacy said innocently.
"I... I gotta make it with you," he said. "I mean, you are really hot stuff. What you did back there in the movies... I mean, wow! I just have to get it on with you."
Stacy was secretly pleased, but she frowned at him and looked doubtful. "Well, it'll have to be awful quick," she said. "My dad's supposed to pick me up at this corner in about five minutes. He's a cop."
The guy turned pale. "Oh, Jesus," he said.
Again she was testing his nerve. She was choosy, and she only wanted the most gutsy men, the ones willing to take daring risks for their fun. Would this guy pass the test?
Stacy let her unbuttoned blouse "accidentally" fall open, and he gawked at her superb round knockers. She saw his crotch go hard and bulging.
"Oh, Christ," he said homely.
He slipped his arm around her shoulders and led her into the shadows of the nearest alley. He pushed her up against the brick wall of a building and began to paw and kiss her eagerly.
Stacy remained passive for a moment, savoring the building need in her young lusty cunt. Ever since she was twelve years old she hadn't known a time when she wasn't horny. Her maturing pussy seemed permanently swollen, wet and ready. And from the first time she ever fucked a boy, she knew she wanted to live for sex.
The guy lifted her skirt and began fumbling underneath. He wasn't a very skilled lover, and she grew impatient, writhing lustily under his touch. At last he drew down her panties and helped her to step out of them. He thrust his hot sweaty hands under her skirt again and touched the feathery puff of her muff.
"Oh, baby, baby," he moaned, leaning against her.
He rested on her, breathing hard, exploring between her legs. He touched her sensitive wet little clit, fingered her swollen moist pussylips, used the tip of his finger to rim the dripping little mouth of her cunt. He was clumsy and inexperienced, never lingering long enough. Stacy had had it.
There would be no fun in playing around with this guy. They might as well just ball. God knows she was ready. Her panties and her thighs were soaked with her juice.
Roughly she pulled his hands out from under her skirt. She drew her skirt up and tucked the hem in her belt, exposing her whole lower belly. The guy gawked at her platinum-blonde muff, a sweet little puff of glistening fur.
"Fuck me," Stacy said hoarsely, demandingly. "Hurry up, dammit. My dad will be here any minute."
He blinked, then quickly unzipped his jeans and drew out his cock. Stacy creamed furiously at the sight of it, juice streaming down her legs. His prick was just as hard and fat and swollen as it was back in the theater. She could hardly wait to get that stiff rod inside her greedy little box.
She grabbed the guy by his shoulders and pulled him up tight against her. "Hurry, hurry," she panted, "stick it in me."
"Oh, I will, baby, I will," he said breathlessly.
Stacy spread her legs wide, and he bent his knees slightly and rammed the fat hard head of his dick between her legs. She felt the big swollen head of his cock popping into the soaked hungry mouth of her cunt. She ground her pussy down on it, taking his rigid rod deep into her greedy wet twat.
"YES," she gasped, "yes, ball me, fuck meee!"
He didn't have to be urged. He began fucking her like a wild animal, slamming his thick meat furiously in and out of her. He pressed her hard against the wall, so that the rough brick tore at her clothing, but Stacy loved it. She almost fainted with pleasure as his thick hard dick seared swiftly in and out of her famished little cunt.
"Yeah, do it to me," she wailed, digging her nails into his shoulders. "Stick it to me, hard, HARD, motherfucker... Yeah, that's GOOD!"
She must have been hard up, because she felt herself coming almost instantly. After a week without sex it wasn't difficult for her to climax again and again. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let him ball her ferociously, slamming his hard cock-head against her tender womb.
"Deeper," she whined. "Harder, you bastard, HARDER!"
She must have come half a dozen times, the poor guy panting and dripping with sweat, trying to please her -- but it was impossible for one man, one cock, to satisfy Stacy's endless lust. At last he moaned hoarsely and shot his sizzling load into her.
Stacy sighed wistfully. Sometimes she wondered if she'd ever get enough.
The guy withdrew, staggering back against the opposite wall, and Stacy lowered her skirt, picked up her panties and put them in her pocket. She hoped he wouldn't give her any trouble about leaving. Once she'd had a guy at the movies, she didn't want to see him again.
Just then a prowl car cruised by, and Stacy took advantage of the coincidence.
"There's my dad," she said.
The guy split down the alley. Grinning, Stacy hurried home, anxious now to see Mark and compare adventures.
She found her brother lolling on his bed, smoking a forbidden cigarette, looking impatient.
"Where the hell you been?" he said. "I got back an hour ago."
Stacy sat down on the bed and grinned. "It was a long movie," she said. "Did you score?"
Mark grinned, too. "I sure did. It was a really great night. How about you?"
"Me, too," said his sister. "Not half bad. You know, Mark, maybe it won't be so bad after all, moving in with Bill and Karen."
"Yeah, except they keep watching us like hawks," said Mark. "It's not like with Mom -- she was too busy to patrol us. With them we have to sneak around all the time."
"Well, there's a solution to that," Stacy said, grinning wickedly. "All we have to do is get it on with them."
"Oh, wow," said Mark, "I could go for that. Think we could bring it off?"
"We can try," said Stacy.
"Right," Mark chuckled. "We can try." Brother and sister shook hands on it.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next morning Mark and Stacy slept in late, exhausted from their late-night adventures. Karen and Bill were surprised, then annoyed, when the kids weren't out of bed by noon.
"You know, honey," Bill said, "this just won't do. We can't let them sleep in like this every day. They ought to be up and helping with the work around the house."
"I agree," said Karen. "I don't want a couple of lazy, useless kids. We'll talk to them about it when they get up."
Around one o'clock Mark and Stacy finally showed up for breakfast, and Bill laid down the law. He told the brother and sister that they'd have to be up by eight every morning and that they must help Karen with the housework. Mark and Stacy were secretly annoyed, but they didn't let it show. They wanted to stay on good terms with their adoptive parents.
"Stacy, you can start by washing the dishes," said Karen, "and then I want you to dust and vacuum the house."
"Yes, Aunt Karen," Stacy said obediently.
"And Mark," Karen went on, "I want you to clean the basement. Come with me, and I'll show you what to do."
"Okay, Aunt Karen," said Mark.
As they left the room, Mark and Stacy winked at each other.
Karen led the way into the basement, and Mark avidly eyed her tall leggy figure as they went down the stairs. She was wearing a short cotton dress that didn't hide her ripe mature curves and her long shapely legs. She had the most exciting body Mark had ever seen.
"This is going to be a pretty big job," she told him. "It might take you more than one day. All this junk has to be moved, the floor has to be swept..."
Mark nodded, but he wasn't really listening. He hadn't come down here to clean any fucking basement. He'd come because it gave him a chance to be alone with his beautiful aunt. He'd told Stacy he intended to seduce Karen, and he meant it. This looked like a great opportunity.
"Why, look at this old thing," said Karen, bending over to fish some object from the pile of junk. "I haven't seen this in years."
She was tugging at a large framed picture, but it was wedged in with other things. Leaning over like that in her short dress, she unwittingly showed just the very edge of her panties. Mark's interest quickened. He moved closer to her.
"Let me help," he said.
"Oh, thank you, Mark," said Karen. "I can't seem to budge it. You'll be interested, though. It's a picture of your mother and me when we were little."
Big deal, thought Mark. He wasn't interested in baby pictures. He wanted the mature, grown-up Karen. He moved in alongside of her, smelling her purfume and her naturally fragrant flesh. He saw her large pointed tits heaving as she struggled to extract the photo. He leaned down and seized the photo, his body brushing against hers, their thighs rubbing.
"It's really wedged in there," he said, grunting. He pretended to make the job harder than it was. He tugged at the big framed picture, and as he felt it coming loose, he pretended to stumble.
"Oops!" he yelped, falling backwards. He grabbed Karen around the waist, as if for support, and they fell together.
They landed on a discarded mattress, Mark managing to fall on top of his aunt. He allowed his hand to slide "accidentally" between her warm silky thighs, coming to rest on the faintly moist crotch of her panties. He pressed her firmly there, feeling the radiating heat of her pussy.
Karen felt a flash of lust so strong and dizzying that for a moment she could do nothing. She'd been lusting for this boy, fantasizing about him, ever since she brought him home. When she led him down into the basement, her heart was pounding. Now he was on top of her, his hard young body pressed against her, his hand resting firmly on her snatch.
She knew it was just a silly accident, but for a moment she imagined he was making love to her. Her whole pussy boiled with excitement, and she felt herself starting to cream. Oh, no -- she mustn't let him feel that.
She jerked her hips away from him, dislodging his hand, and began pushing at his shoulders. "Mark," she gasped, "get off me. I can't breathe."
He didn't move. He grinned down at her, his freckled face only inches from hers. He had reason to grin. Just before she jerked away, he'd felt the sudden rush of moisture at the crotch of her panties. It came as a delicious surprise to him. His cool aloof aunt had gotten aroused when he touched her between the legs...
"Mark, please," she said, pushing at his broad young shoulders. "Let me up. You're too heavy."
So she wanted to play games? She wanted to pretend that she hadn't creamed right through her panties when he rubbed her pussy? All right, they'd play games. He was ready with a countermove. Swiftly he lowered his face and kissed her, driving his thick wet tongue deep into her mouth.
"UMPF," Karen protested.
My God, what was happening? Her teenage nephew was kissing her hungrily, lustily, working his tongue in her mouth. It wasn't right... And yet her whole body was responding with a rush of heat and excitement. Again her starved cunt creamed heavily.
Mark prolonged the kiss, not letting her move, and she felt his hand creeping downward, getting under her short skirt, sneaking up toward her crotch. Her whole pussy flamed with eagerness, but her conscience told her that this incestuous scene must stop.
She jerked her mouth off his. "Mark, for heaven's sake," she gasped, "stop it. Let me up. I'm your mother now. This isn't right."
"Aw, you're not really my mother," Mark said serenely. "Let's have a little fun, Aunt Karen. This is fun, isn't it?"
Karen gawked at him. She really didn't know how her sister had raised Mark and Stacy, but it was clear that Betty hadn't told them much about sex. Mark seemed to have no idea that it was wrong for blood relatives to make love.
Karen was acutely conscious of it, however. She lusted for Mark, admired his superb young body, but she was not prepared to make her fantasies come true. No way was she going to make love to her own teenage nephew, her newly adopted son. The idea was sickening...
"NO, it's not fun," she said coldly. "I can't breathe, and you're wrinkling my dress. Now, please, let me up."
He grinned wickedly. "You're not telling the truth, Auntie," he mocked. "You got turned on when I touched you -- and I can prove it."
He jammed his hand up between her legs and touched the soaked crotch of her panties. Karen blushed deeply. Oh, God, how ashamed she felt as he touched the evidence of her lust, her cream-soaked panties. He began to rub her crotch, and she almost moaned aloud in her hot excitement.
"N-no, Mark," she gasped, "don't do that. I won't make love to you. It's just not right, can't you see?"
"Nope," Mark said, "I can't. Maybe I'm dumb, but I can feel you creaming right in my hand. You want it, Karen, and I want it, so why don't we get it on? I'm a real good lay, honest."
Karen couldn't believe her ears. How could a teenage boy know such things? In spite of his young innocent face, Mark spoke confidently, like an experienced stud. He was rubbing her crotch expertly, stimulating her clit and her swollen wet pussylips. He was getting her almost unbearably aroused.
"Mark, you don't understand," she said desperately. "It's against the law for relatives to make love. Besides, I'd never be unfaithful to Bill. Just forget it, Mark. The answer is no. Now let me up."
Mark studied her frantic face. She was flushed with arousal, but her protests were sincere and determined. If he pushed her too far, she'd scream for Bill, and all hell would break loose. He had to change her mind, win her over, but not by force.
"Okay, okay," he said jovially, "if that's how you feel about it."
To Karen's relief, he started to slide off her, moving downward. She took a deep breath. Then, before she knew what was happening, he flipped up her skirt, covering her face, and grabbed for her panties.
"Mark, NO," she cried.
The skirt was in her way, cutting off her view. She felt Mark tugging her panties down, pulling them off, felt the cool basement air on her naked snatch. She blushed hotly. His hands were between her thighs, forcing them apart, and she knew he was gawking at her naked exposed slit.
"Mark, for God's sake, stop it," she gasped. "I'm going to have to call Bill if you don't behave."
"Take it easy, Auntie," he chuckled. "Here's something you're gonna love."
Karen managed to get the skirt off her face just in time to see her nephew's blond head dip between her thighs. She started to shriek for her husband, but the noise was strangled in her throat as she felt a stunning blast of pleasure.
Her young nephew began expertly eating her pussy.
Karen gawked, gasped, couldn't believe what was happening. The pleasure was real enough, though. She felt Mark's tongue, hot and wet and slightly rough, licking eagerly from her tiny quivering clit right down to the pale brown wrinkle of her asshole. It felt incredibly good.
"Oh, God," Karen moaned, sinking back limply.
She couldn't help it. She was starved for sex, and the pleasure was too great. She'd never had her pussy licked before, not in all the years of her marriage. She'd never dreamed it would feel this great. She just had to let herself enjoy it for a moment.
Mark tickled the tiny sensitive shaft of her clit, running his tongue swiftly around it, tickling, lashing, lapping. His tongue crept farther down, wickedly rimming the drooling mouth of her cunt, snaking into the plump hot folds of her pussylips.
Lower still, and she felt him lapping and rimming the tight mouth of her bumhole.
"Ohhh, nooo," she gasped. "Please, no!"
Yet she didn't move, didn't push him away. She was protesting more against herself than against him. She was afraid she'd lose control of herself. She needed this so much, wanted it desperately, that she was in danger of committing incest with her own adopted son. She must resist.
"Mark, stop it," she panted. "That's filthy you mustn't."
Mark grinned to himself. What a hypocrite she was. She was creaming all over his face, practically drowning him in her hot steamy cunt juice, yet she was telling him to stop. Well, he knew what to do about that.
"Relax, Auntie," he said. "It's gonna get even better. You'll really dig this."
He began snaking his tongue up her cunt.
"Ahhhhh!" Karen whined.
She couldn't help that cry of bliss. It was the most delicious thing she'd ever felt, Mark's thick rubbery tongue creeping up her long-starved twat. He did it slowly, teasingly, wriggling his thick tongue around inside her, greedily lapping up her cream. Karen thought she'd faint with pleasure.
"N-noooo," she whimpered, "noooo..."
But she meant yes, as Mark found out when he pushed her long legs farther apart, bending the knees. She let him spread her thighs lewdly apart.
Now he was able to thrust his tongue into her all the way to the root, stuffing her seething silky box. He thrust hard, and she creamed furiously.
"Ahhhhh," she moaned, "ahhhh, God..."
She was shocked at her own lewd behavior. She lay there unprotesting, her legs thrown far apart like a wanton whore, while her young nephew tongue-fucked her. He worked his thick wet tongue deep into her aroused cunt, noisily eating her, and Karen's heart pounded with horny excitement.
She had to stop before they went too far, she knew that, but for the moment she just couldn't bear to have that dizzying pleasure end. She creamed and moaned shamelessly as Mark continued to work his big thick tongue in and out of her gushing twat.
Mark had an excellent view of his aunt's pussy, a delicious expanse of healthy scarlet flesh surrounded by gilded blonde fur. She had a small tasty plump clit, and her cunt was remarkably tight for a woman her age. She tasted good to him. Best of all, he'd discovered that beneath her frosty exterior, Karen was all woman. She loved what he was doing to her, even though her conscience was obviously protesting.
She'd said something about it being wrong for relatives to make love. Mark had never heard of such a thing, and he dismissed it. It bounded ridiculous to him. Women were always thinking up crazy excuses not to fuck, even when they were shivering with lust, like Karen was now.
He worked his tongue faster and faster in her fiery-hot nipping twat. She creamed so heavily that her juice ran out and puddled on the mattress. Her lusty tall body quivered, and her moans became low and hoarse and hungry. He figured it was time to make his move. She'd never get more aroused than this...
"Ooooo," Karen moaned with disappointment as she felt his tongue slipping out of her hotly aroused box.
Dizzily she looked up and saw her grinning nephew kneeling between her legs. He was looking at her confidently, almost mockingly, as he unzipped his jeans. Karen saw him take out his cock.
Her eyes focused wonderingly on his crotch. He had a bigger cock than she'd expected in so young a boy, a thick six inches of rosy stiff rod. The head was large and fat and dark red. The small slit mouth was drooling a little pearl of juice.
For just a moment she imagined letting him stuff that delicious stiff cock into her, and she moaned softly and felt the helpless thick cream leaking from her cunt. My God, she wanted it... She wanted it desperately.
But she wasn't going to do it. She simply could not fuck her own child.
Mark watched her flushed dizzy face, heard her soft moans, but he mistook their meaning.
"Don't be impatient, doll," he laughed. "I'm gonna ball you right now, as soon as I get these jeans off. I know you want it. It's gonna be good, too. Like I told you, I'm a damned good lay."
It was his cocky bragging that gave Karen that will to resist. Her body screamed for him, but in her mind she could imagine the results. That knowing grin, more and more demands, the awful chance that Bill might find out -- it was too much to risk.
Positive that he had her, Mark stood up and slipped his jeans down around his ankles. He wore no shorts, and his rampant young prick stood straight up, hugging his belly, rosy and swollen. As he started to step out of his jeans, Karen scrambled to her feet.
"Hey, dammit, what're you doing?" Mark said.
"I'm going upstairs," Karen panted. "This has got to stop, Mark. I told you, it's all wrong, and I won't do it."
Mark was furious. He had a mean streak in him when he was frustrated, and it came out now. He slapped his beautiful aunt hard across the face. Stunned, Karen sank to her knees.
"Now, you listen, Auntie," the boy said harshly. "No more bullshit from you. I know you want me. I licked your cunt, and I felt it. You're not gonna leave me with a hard-on, unless you wanta get slapped all over this basement. Now, take off my pants, and be quick about it."
Karen helped him step out of his jeans, thinking rapidly as she did so. She could still get away from him, but he was so angry that he might tell everything to Bill. He might tell Bill that he'd gone down on her, that she'd loved it... No, she couldn't let that happen.
She had to appease Mark, get him in a good mood. And the only way to do that was to bring him off.
"That's better," Mark said, stepping out of his jeans. "You better understand, Auntie -- you're not leaving this basement till I get my rocks off. Nobody leaves me with a cock-stand."
This was a side of Mark's personality she'd never seen before, whose existence she'd never imagined. He talked like a rough street punk, a junior sadist. Obviously he was sexually experienced. She shuddered, half afraid of him.
"Now get down on your back," he commanded. "Get your legs open. You're gonna take my cock, Auntie, and you're not gonna give me any shit."
Karen's mind whirled. She couldn't do this, she just couldn't. Not with her own nephew, a boy young enough to be ha son. How could she live in the same house with him, meet his eyes day after day, a constant reminder that she'd committed incest?
"Hurry up, dammit," Mark snarled. "On your back..."
No, she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she was unfaithful to Bill, if she balled her own adopted son. She knew she had to satisfy the boy, but she couldn't fuck him. There was only one solution, something she'd never tried before, something that half disgusted her... But it was the only way out.
Karen sank to her knees before him and tried to make her voice sound husky and excited.
"Wait, Mark," she said, "till I take off my clothes. It'll be more fun that way, don't you think?"
Mark grinned triumphantly. "Yeah, good idea," he said. "Take off everything, Auntie."
Karen obeyed, blushing. Her panties were gone already, and after she slipped her dress off over her head, she was wearing only a blue lace bra. She unhooked it and slowly let it fall off the stiff paints of her unusually large breasts.
Mark watched hungrily, licking his lips. His aunt's huge cone-shaped tits were even bigger than he'd imagined, capped with large pink nipples. Man, they'd be a fistful! He just had to touch them. The fucking could wait a moment -- he was sure he had her.
"Stand up," he said.
Karen stood up, blushing with embarrassment as the boy's hot eyes swept from her huge pointed tits down to the thick golden puff of her mans. He planted his hands firmly on her breasts and began to squeeze and knead the soft creamy flesh, grinning as he did so.
"Nice," he said, "really nice. Uncle Bill's a lucky guy, with a pair of knockers like this to suck."
Karen's face flamed. The boy moved closer to her, pressing his body against hers, and she felt his rock-hard young cock rubbing her belly. Mark bent and sucked one of her big pink cone-shaped nipples into his mouth.
"Ohhhh," Karen moaned helplessly.
He sucked fast and hot on her sensitive nipples, and pleasure threatened to overwhelm her again. She swayed against him, moaning. She didn't lose her resolve, however. She was NOT going to fuck this boy. She shuddered to think what she would have to do instead, but she knew it had to be that way.
Mark raised his head from her stiff spit-soaked nipple. He was breathing hard, obviously unable to wait a moment longer. He pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees.
"Get down now, Auntie," he said breathlessly. "Open your legs for me. I gotta get into you."
Karen swallowed hard. She hoped her act would be convincing. "Mark, wait," she said. "Just let me... I want to suck your cock."
He gawked at her, then grinned triumphantly.
"I'll be damned," he said. "I never figured you for a cock-sucker, Auntie. But if that's what you want, be my guest."
Her trick had worked. She didn't want to blow him -- the very idea made her gag. She'd never done such a thing in her life. But at least this way he wouldn't fuck her and she wouldn't be quilty of incest.
Mark stepped back a little, hands on hips, grinning obscenely. His rosy boy-prick hugged his belly, drooling big bright bubbles of juice. On her knees, Karen leaned forward, trembling. She gingerly curled her fingers around his rigid hot prick and gently lowered the stiff organ till she could reach it with her mouth.
Mark saw her little pink tongue flash out. She licked swiftly all around the swollen knobby head of his dick, then began working down the shaft. He chuckled. He'd never dreamed his dignified puritanical aunt would give a blow job.
Karen was relieved to find that his dribbling cock juice didn't taste too bad. Perhaps she could get through this act after all. She licked his rosy rigid prick thoroughly, buying time, working from the dark red head right down to the tight patch of platinum curls at the base of his cock.
She could lick him, yes, but would she be able to put that thing in her mouth? She had to. There was no other way...
Mark was getting impatient. "Come on, baby," he said, "let's skip the foreplay and get on with it. Stick it in your mouth, Auntie. Suck my dick."
Karen knew she couldn't stall any longer. She opened her moist lips and went down on him, taking his fat hard boy-cock deep into her mouth. Her lips were painfully stretched, and she almost gagged when his bubbling glans touched her throat.
"Yeah, YEAH," Mark gasped, falling forward to steady himself against her shoulders. "Yeah, blow me, baby, suck that meat..."
Karen sucked, struggling to overcome her horror and nausea. His fat hard prick seemed to stuff her mouth till she could hardly breathe. She sucked fast and hard, wanting to bring him off fast.
"Hey, no amateur stuff, okay?" Mark panted, gripping her shoulders. "Take it all in. I want you to suck the whole thing."
Karen moaned, but she did as he said, sucking in his throbbing meat till his furry young balls rubbed her chin. His hard knobby glans was in her throat, choking her. Desperately she sucked faster, harder, wanting to end her torment.
Mark was delighted. She was gobbling his meat, sucking ravenously like she was starved for it. Man, he'd really turned her on.
"Yeah, that's it, baby," he panted. "Tastes great, don't it? And you can have as much as you want."
Karen sucked and sucked, and gradually she got used to it. She began to actually enjoy the fat sausage-like presence in her mouth, the salty taste of his juice. She found herself beginning to drool. There was something perversely exciting about sucking her nephew's prick.
"Go, baby, go," Mark panted. "Suck that meat... I'll give you something really nice to eat, Auntie, in just a second... Oh, man, YEAH..."
He hadn't meant to come, really. He wanted to get into her in the worst way. But her sucking was too fast, too hot, too delicious to resist. Well, he could ball her some other time. Mark relaxed and let himself go, whining as he felt the rush of jism from his swollen balls.
"UMPF," Karen gasped.
Suddenly her mouth was full of his come, a scalding rush of it. She had to swallow or choke. She gulped down load after load of the steamy sticky stuff before Mark's cock finally went limp and slipped from her mouth.
Karen leaped to her feet and began to dress. "I-I better get back upstairs," she said, blushing deeply. "Bill will wonder where I am."
Mark grinned evilly as he zipped his fly. "That's okay, Auntie," he said. "I won't tell. Not if you're very very nice to me from now on."
CHAPTER FIVE
After Karen and Mark went into the basement, Stacy began washing the dishes, but her mind wasn't on her work. It was on the tingling-hot sensation in her pussy. When she and Mark winked at each other, it was a signal that the plot was on -- the plot to seduce their new parents. Now she was alone with Bill and eager to try it on with him.
He stood in the kitchen chatting with her while she washed the dishes. From the way his eyes ran furtively up and down her curvy little body, she figured she wouldn't have much trouble with him. She'd noticed the hungry way he'd looked at her ever since she came to live in this house.
She knew better than to be too bold or move too fast, however. Her aunt and uncle were very straight people, middle-class and inhibited. Bill was attracted to her, yes, but she knew he'd have qualms about actually getting it on with her.
"There," she sighed, rinsing the last dish, "that's done. Now I'll clean the house. Where do you keep the vacuum cleaner, Uncle Bill?"
He darted into motion, eager to please her. "It's in the hall closet, honey," he said. "I'll get it for you."
Stacy grinned behind his back. He was practically falling over himself to win her affection. He'd be an easy mark if she played it right. She knew she looked good to him. She was wearing skimpy shorts and halter, her ripe little figure blatantly revealed. She purposely wiggled her hips and butt as she walked, let her bra-less tits bounce freely.
"I'll start upstairs," she said. "Could you carry the vacuum for me, Uncle Bill?"
"Sure, honey," he said quickly.
She preceded him up the stairs, giving him a good view of her firm little ass, swinging it enticingly. She knew Mark would be keeping Karen busy in the basement. There was plenty of time.
Bill almost tripped on the stairs because he wasn't looking where he was going. His eyes were hungrily locked on his niece's cute little ass. The firm globes bounced and swayed in her tight shorts. Damn, oh, damn, how he wanted that teen...
It was out of the question, of course, he knew that. She was his adopted daughter, and she was only a teenager. No way in the world could he seduce her and still live with his conscience. But he could look, and he could dream...
"Let's start with my room," said Stacy.
He followed her into her bedroom, a prim virginal girl's room done in pink and white. On the narrow bed there was a big teddy bear. Bill felt like a dirty old man, having such lusty thoughts about her. She was only a child, probably didn't even know the facts of life yet.
He set down the vacuum cleaner, but Stacy didn't turn it on right away. She busied herself dusting, chatting with Bill, asking him about the neighborhood. He hardly heard his own replies. He couldn't stop looking at her, wanting her. She was a tiny girl, yet deliciously curvy, and he could well imagine how soft and warm and cuddly she'd be in bed...
Stacy didn't appear to look at him, but she was well aware of his mood. He keep gawking at her, her ass, and he unconsciously licked, his lips. She almost giggled with glee. He wanted her so badly, he was practically drooling, the poor fool.
She dusted for five minutes, then sighed deeply as if she were already tired out. She yawned and stretched, raising her arms high above her body, and her skinny halter rode up, showing the lusty round curves of her lower breasts.
Bill was sitting on the edge of the bed, and when she stretched, he almost fell off. He could see the whole lower half of her adorable little tits. He ached to touch them.
"Ohhh, I'm so tired for some reason," Stacy yawned.
"Well, take a break, honey," said Bill. "Come and sit down for a minute."
Stacy did so -- but to his astonishment, she plumped herself right down on his lap.
Smiling affectionately, she slipped her arms round his neck and kissed his cheek. She scrunched her soft little butt around in his lap, getting comfortable, and incidentally rubbing his cock. Bill gawked at her, not knowing what to think.
"You're so nice to me, Uncle Bill," she purred, leaning against his chest. "I just love having you for a father."
Gingerly Bill slipped his arm around her waist, giving her what he hoped was a fatherly hug.
"Why, thank you, sweetheart," he said. "I like having you for a daughter, too. I hope you and Mark are going to be happy here."
Stacy absently trailed a fingertip down his cheek and neck. Her face was very close to his, and somehow all he could see was that sweet pouting red mouth of hers and the point of her little pink tongue. He almost shook, he was so excited.
"Oh, we love it here," said Stacy. "It's so much nicer than that crummy apartment we had with Mom. I mean, she worked hard to support us, but we were always broke. It wasn't easy."
"Poor kid," said Bill.
He squeezed her again, and under his fingers he felt the outside curve of her tit. Stacy purred and wiggled her saucy little butt in his lap. Damn it, he had to control himself or he was going to get a hard-on.
"You're so sweet, Uncle Bill," she sighed.
Before he knew it, she was kissing him, on the mouth this time, and he felt her slick little tongue tickling his tongue. It blew his mind completely. He moaned and licked her back, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She pressed her mouth harder on his and began to lick his tongue sensuously.
His cock went rigidly stiff.
Stacy felt it happen. Under her squirming little ass she felt is rising, hardening, growing into a long thick rigid pole. She creamed with lusty excitement, moistening the crotch of her shorts. She was going to have so much fun with her handsome uncle.
She broke the kiss and looked at him, smiling slightly. Bill blushed right down to his sneakers.
Jesus Christ, what was he doing? It was bad enough kissing her, putting his tongue in her mouth, but now he had a huge cock-stand. He wondered if she was aware of it. He prayed not.
"Uh, Stacy," he said nervously, "maybe we better get back to work. I'll help you if you like."
She grinned. "Uncle Bill," she said, "you're blushing. How come?"
He blushed even redder. "Why, uh, I don't know, honey," he said. "It's hot in here, I guess. Come on now, let's start that cleaning."
"Okay, Uncle Bill," she said obediently.
She pushed herself off his lap, and as she did so, she pressed her hot little hand down firmly on the big hard bulge of his crotch. Bill gasped, almost groaning in his excitement. Then, to his horror, he saw the girl looking wide-eyed at the grotesque swelling of his crotch.
"Why, Uncle Bill," she said innocently, "what's that? What's that big lump?"
She knew damn well what it was, of course. She simply enjoyed teasing him, like she did all those men she met at the movies.
Bill thought he'd die of embarrassment. "Never mind," he said in a choked voice. "We have work to do." He stood up quickly.
Stacy placed her hand on the big throbbing bulge of his crotch. She pressed it, as if exploring.
"But Uncle Bill," she said insistently, "I want to know. What is this thing? You don't usually look like that."
Oh, Christ, what was he going to do? He began to sweat. "Honey," he said, "I'll tell you all about it another time. Or maybe your Aunt Karen should have a talk with you. Let's get to work."
Stacy could barely contain her gee. She knew she was embarrassing the hell out of her uncle, not to mention driving him wild with lust for her. Maintaining a wide-eyed innocent expression, she suddenly grabbed the zipper of his pants and tugged it open.
"STACY," Bill gasped.
Too late -- his stiff swollen cock shot out of his fly, seeking release from the tight confinement of his pants. It weaved heavily before him, fat and ludicrous. Bill was frozen with embarrassment, and Stacy seemed hypnotized with wonder as she stared at his long, rigid prick.
"Oh, wow," she said softly, "it's so BIG."
This time Stacy wasn't faking the awe in her voice. Her Uncle Bill had the longest and fattest cock she'd ever seen, a good eight inches of thick rosy meat. The purple head looked enormous to her, knobby and bloated and hard.
Stacy felt hot juice seeping through the crotch of her shorts. She just had to have this gigantic cock, and have it soon. She could well imagine how great it would feel in her ever-horny little cunt. Breathlessly she stepped forward and put out her little hand to touch that great pole of flesh.
"Stacy, honey, no," Bill said.
Again he wasn't fast enough. The pretty blonde teenager reached out and curled her short fingers around his thick pulsing dick. Bill suppressed a moan of excitement. He wondered frantically what he was going to do about this overly curious child.
"Stacy, you better not do that," he said lamely.
She gave his achingly full cock a gentle squeeze.
"Why not, Uncle Bill?" she said innocently. "I just wanta feel what it's like."
Bill's mind didn't seem to be working very well. He struggled for an explanation of why she shouldn't play with his cock. As far as he was concerned, it was fine, just fine... But, Christ, she was his adopted daughter and only a teenager years old.
"Honey," he said. "it's not right for relatives to do things like this. It's called incest, and it's against the law."
Stacy, better informed than her brother, had heard of incest and knew what the term meant. But like Mark, she thought it was a crock of shit. What difference did it make who you balled, as long as both partners were willing?
"I know that word, Uncle Bill," she said sweetly, "but, gee, I'm just touching you. There's no harm in that."
Bill had to agree with that. Just touching him wouldn't hurt. But if he got any more aroused than he was, he couldn't be responsible for his actions. He wanted that little girl desperately, wanted into her pants... Just her gentle touch on his naked cock was driving him wild.
"Well, don't take long," he said lamely. "We have work to do."
Bill backed up and sat down on the edge of the bed. He had to, for his legs were shaking with horny excitement. Stacy followed, still holding his cock, and went down on her knees in front of him. She eyed his thick swollen dick with the greatest interest. She began to run her little fist up and down his rigid stalk, and he fought the urge to groan with pleasure.
"Wow, I never saw such a big cock before," Stacy remarked.
Bill gawked at her. "You mean you've seen others?"
Stacy realized her mistake. She didn't want Bill to know about her naughty adventures at the movies. She quickly covered her tracks.
"Oh, not very many," she said. "Last summer I went to this beach where the men and women's dressing rooms were back to back. I could see through knotholes into the men's. Just cunous, you know."
Bill grinned. He understood, and he was relieved. A teenage might well be curious about sex -- but for a moment there he'd thought she'd actually done it. She was way too young for that, in his opinion.
"Well, honey," he said, trying not to shiver with delight as she ran her soft hot little hand up and down his swollen meat, "all cocks look pretty much alike, except for a little difference in size. I guess you know what they're for?"
Stacy almost snorted with contempt. Of course she knew what cocks were for, for Christ sake. Did he think she was some kind of dummy? She replied meekly, however, wanting her uncle to think she was innocent and inexperienced.
"I guess so," she said. "Aren't they used to make babies?"
"That's right," said Bill, deciding to let the subject drop at that point. He didn't want to go into detail. The girl might be shocked.
"It's nice to touch," said Stacy. "So soft and smooth."
She had a firmer grip on his dick now, still pumping him. She ran her tiny hand from the coarse black and silver curls at the base of his cock up to the big swollen purple head. Bill was having a terrible time keeping his cool. To his honor, he saw the slitted mouth of his cock-head starting to drool a big bubble of juice. Unfortunately Stacy saw it, too.
"Hey, what's that?" she said. "How come your cock is leaking, Uncle Bill?"
He blushed scarlet. "Uh, that happens when a man gets an erection, Stacy," he said quickly. "Now, I really think we better get on with the cleaning..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Stacy's platinum head bobbed down toward his rigid dripping cock. He saw her little pink tongue flash out, then felt the delicious rough tickling of his sensitive glans as she lapped up his juice.
"Ummmm," she purred, "that tastes good."
"Oh, God," Bill moaned.
It was too much. To see that pretty little girl licking his cock was like all his horny fantasies come true. He could no longer control himself. He caught Stacy under the arms and pulled her up beside him on the bed.
"Sweetheart," he said hoarsely, "how would you like to do something really fun?"
"Like what, Uncle Bill?" she said, grinning.
"I'll show you," he said. "All we have to do is take off our clothes."
Stacy licked her lips, barely able to contain her glee. She had him now. Playing with his cock had done the trick. In just another moment they'd be balling, and she'd be feeling Uncle Bill's huge long prick inside her. Her little cunt boiled with excitement.
"Okay, Uncle Bill," she said innocently.
Bill had half expected the girl to refuse, so he was delighted when Stacy untied her halter and tossed it aside. Her pretty round ripe tits bounced into view, capped with delicate little pink nipples. She looked up at Bill without a trace of self-consciousness.
"Do you think I have nice tits, Uncle Bill?" she asked.
Bill swallowed hard. "Yes, Stacy," he said. "They're lovely."
He reached out and cupped the cute little rounds of her breasts. Stacy sighed and flopped back on the bed, letting him play freely with her. Her breasts were very sensitive, and his slightest touch sent sharp shivers of pleasure through her body.
Bill's hands almost shook as he fondled and gently squeezed his young niece's lovely firm boobs. They were much smaller than his wife's, but, as the saying goes, big enough for a mouthful, which was plenty big enough. They were deliciously silky and hot, throbbing with life.
Bill bent down and flicked one of her strawberry-pink nipples with the tip of his tongue. The delicate little nub immediately sprang into stiff erection, and when he licked it again, Stacy moaned.
"Ooooo, that feels nice," she sighed.
Bill licked the other nipple, making it erect and bumpy. He then clamped his mouth down on her ripe little tit and sucked half of it into his mouth. He began to suck hungrily and wetly on her delicious satiny breast, and Stacy sighed with pleasure.
"Ummmm, that's so good, Uncle Bill," she said.
Bill enjoyed playing with her sweet little jugs, but he was also thinking about the consequences. He knew it was terribly wrong to make love to his own adopted daughter, a teenage girl. If he fucked her, he would be guilty of the hideous crime of incest. Much as he wanted her, he decided to confine himself to some light foreplay. Later he could jack off, thinking about her...
Stacy had other ideas. She enjoyed it when he sucked her tits, but she was horny and impatient, and she desperately wanted her uncles's long thick cock inside her seething little box. But she couldn't just ask him to fuck her. Then he'd know she wasn't innocent at all.
It was important that her new parents never find out about her wild night-time adventures. They'd be horrified, might even treat her as a juvenile delinquent. Certainly they'd put a stop to her fun. So she had to make Uncle Bill believe that she was sexually innocent -- but still get him to ball her.
"Ummm, that's making me feel so good," she murmured as Bill went on sucking noisily at her round ripe breast. "Do you know some other fun things to do, Uncle Bill?"
Bill briefly popped his mouth off her spit-soaked tit. "Let's not be in a hurry, sweetheart," he said. "It's more fun if you take your time. Personally I'm having a lot of fun right now."
He clamped his mouth back on her hot little nipple and went on sucking. In fact he would have liked to go on to more exciting things, but he needed time to control his wits. He was in great danger of losing control of himself. He reminded himself sternly that he must not fuck this girl.
Stacy was getting impatient. The crotch of her shorts was soaked with horny pussy juice, and her greedy little cunt ached for penetration. Sighing, she pushed Bill away.
"That's enough of that," she said. "I want to do something else. Let's take off the rest of our clothes, like you said."
"Uh, okay, honey," Bill said.
He quickly slipped off his shirt and pants, his eyes glued to Stacy. She wriggled out of her shorts, and he saw that she wasn't wearing panties. At the base of her slim tan belly was a cute little puff of platinum fur, and he caught a brief glimpse of her tender pink slit.
Oh, Christ, he was going to have a helluva time controlling himself with a temptation like that...
Stacy thought her Uncle Bill looked very exciting without his clothes. He was muscular, tan, and hairy, a real man. She saw that his swollen erect cock stood straight up in his lap, weeping thick drops of juice, and his coarse-haired balls were swollen hugely.
She smiled and cuddled up to him, wrapping her fingers around his cock again. "Uncle Bill," she said breathlessly, "you know what I'd really dig? I'd like to know what grown-ups do in bed. Will you show me, please?"
Shit, thought Bill, oh, shit...
It was an erotic dream come true, a luscious little teenage girl inviting him to fuck her. It killed him to throw away a chance like this, but he meant to stick to his vow -- anything short of fucking. He couldn't live with himself if he popped this kid's cherry.
"Well, honey," he said quickly, "grownups do lots of thing in bed. I know something you might enjoy. Just lie back..."
He'd made up his mind to bring her off some other way. He'd satisfy her, and then he'd have time to think. With Stacy's smiling cooperation, he eased her onto her back and gently parted her slim legs. She had the most beautiful pussy he'd ever seen, tender and pink and dainty, encircled with a fine line of platinum curls. He got onto his belly, lying between her legs, and brought his lips down into her steamy little crotch.
Bill had never gone down on a woman before, never had the nerve to try. With Stacy it seemed easy and natural. His mouth began to water before he even touched her, she smelled so nice. He parted the golden-furred lips of her muff and exposed the tiny red button of her clit. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick the small scarlet bump.
"Ooooooo!" Stacy squealed. "That feels great..."
Bill felt sizzling-hot juice squirting from her tiny cunt mouth. She liked what he was doing, that was obvious. So his course of action was decided. He'd bring her off by eating her pussy. Then he'd get the hell out of this room and do some hard thinking. He obviously couldn't go on like this with his newly adopted daughter.
Stacy willingly opened her legs wide open for him and lay back to enjoy having her pussy licked. It was one of her very favorite things, and it had happened often at the movies. Uncle Bill's tongue was exceptionally big and furry, and it felt fantastic as he licked swiftly on her sensitive clit.
"Ummm, yeah, Uncle Bill," she sighed, "lick me... That feels so good..."
It did, it felt super, but for Stacy it was just for openers. She wanted that huge thick cock of his, and she wanted it soon. She began to grow impatient when Bill just went on lapping noisily at her clit.
"Uncle Bill," she said, "could we do something else now? I want to do what grownups do -- what's it called? Fucking?"
Bill stiffened. He was surprised that she knew tat word. But they weren't going to do it. He still had some decency left. He raised his head from her steamy little pussy and spoke sternly.
"Stacy, we can't fuck," he said. "It's not right for fathers and daughters to do it. I'll make you feel good, though, don't worry. I can do it this way."
Stacy was bitterly disappointed, but she didn't give up. Her experience told her that if she just got him hot enough, horny enough, he wouldn't be able to resist balling her. There was still a chance...
"All right, Uncle Bill," she said meekly, "but could I play with your cock while you're doing that? Please?"
Bill relented. He saw no harm in her just touching his prick. He changed his position, straddling the girl with his ass over her face. He dipped his head back into her tasty wet pussy and began to suck her squirting red clit.
"Ooooo, yeah," Stacy squealed, "eat me..."
She seized her uncle's enormously thick hard cock and began to pump it. She stretched it out long, tickled the head with her tongue, and then let it snap back. She figured she'd have him so excited in a minute or so that he'd be unable to resist balling her.
Bill was excited, all right, but he was determined not to commit the crime of incest. No decent man would even consider it, he thought. He sucked faster and harder on Stacy's soaked little clit, trying to make her come. The girl squealed and writhed, loving it.
All the while she kept pumping his dick in her hot little fist. She'd stretch his long rubbery pole down to her mouth, tickle his creaming glans with her naughty little tongue, then let him snap back. It was driving him wild...
Bill knew he had to end this scene before he did something he'd regret. He pushed his cream-soaked face farther down into her boiling little pussy and thrust his tongue hard up her tiny cunt. He began to tongue-fuck her hard and fast.
"Eeeeeee!" Stacy wailed. "I love it, I LOVE IT..."
She wasn't fooling. She felt herself starting to come. As dizzying waves of pleasure rocked her body, she kept pumping her uncle's big cock. Bill struggled not to come, but he couldn't hold out. With a hoarse groan he began to shoot his load.
Stacy saw the first squirt of cream coming from his big purple cock-head, and she opened her mouth to catch it. She managed to swallow all his jism. If Bill had seen that grinning girl eating his come, he would have been horrified.
Instead he was apologetic. As they dressed, he said nervously, "Stacy, honey, I'm sorry about all that. I just got carried away. It'll never happen again."
Oh, yes, it will, thought Stacy.
CHAPTER SIX
That night, when they could finally be alone together, Mark and Stacy compared notes. She crept into his room when she was sure that her new parents had retired for the night. Mark grinned when he saw her.
"Well, Sis, how'd it go with Uncle Bill?" he asked eagerly.
Stacy wrinkled her pert turned-up nose. "I'm not sure," she said. "I don't know if you could call it a success or not. I got him really excited, and he went down on me, but he wouldn't fuck me. He said it was 'incest', that it was wrong."
Mark sighed. "Yeah," he said, "I had practically the same experience with Karen. She was hot, all right. I know she wanted it, but she wouldn't fuck. She gave inc that incest bullshit, too."
Stacy stamped her foot. "Well, I'm not satisfied," she said. "I want to ball him. He's got this huge cock, and I just have to have it."
"I'm not satisfied, either," said Mark. "Jesus, that woman has a gorgeous body. I want her every way I can have her. So, little sister, I guess all we can do is try harder. Tomorrow you try to get Bill out of the house, get him to take you somewhere where you can make out. That'll give me a chance with Karen."
Stacy grinned conspiratorially. "You're on," she said.
The next morning after breakfast, Mark was sent straight to the basement to get on with his cleaning, and Stacy had to wash the dishes. As she leaned over the steamy water, she sighed and brushed imaginery sweat from her forehead.
"What's the matter, dear?" said Karen. "You sound tired."
"Oh, I'm not tired, Aunt Karen," the girl said. "I'm just hot. I'm not used to living this far south, I guess. It sure would be great if there was a beach to go to."
"Well, there is," said Karen. "After you finish the chores, I could get Bill to take you. I'd go, too, only I have work to do."
Stacy refrained from laughing. Karen had fallen right into her trap. "Oh, that would be so far out, Aunt Karen," she said. "Thank you."
"I wonder if Mark would like to go, too?" said Karen.
"Oh, no," Stacy said quickly. "He hates to swim."
She finished the dishes as fast as she could and ran upstairs to put on her tiny red bikini. She grabbed a big beach towel and was ready to go. At the bottom of the stairs Bill was waiting for her, looking nervous and sheepish.
Stacy tried not to grin. She knew the poor bastard was eaten up with guilt, and that he was afraid to be alone with her. He was afraid he'd misbehave again. She sincerely hoped he would. That was the whole idea of this little jaunt to the beach.
"Well, so our swimming pool isn't enough for you?" he said nervously.
"I just want to get cool, Uncle Bill," said Stacy. "I hope you don't mind taking the time to drive me to the beach."
"Oh, no, that's all right," he said. "It's my day off. I can read the papers out there just as well as I can here."
Stacy didn't intend to leave him any time for reading the papers. On the way to the beach, however, she played it cool, acting childish and innocent. If she came on too soon, he'd panic and take her home. He seemed relieved when she didn't talk about yesterday's romp in her bedroom.
As they approached the beach they could see droves of suffers and people trying for suntans. "Oh, what a drag," said Stacy. "I wish there was a place we could be alone. I hate crowds."
"Me, too," said Bill. "That's why I hunted till I found my own secret spot. It's a little hard to get to, but if you don't mind some climbing, we can have the beach to ourselves."
Stacy readily agreed, and Bill drove to the top of a high rocky cliff. A hundred feet below they could see part of a little sandy cove, isolated from the rest of the beach by impassable cliffs. Bill helped Stacy climb down the cliff with the aid of a rope ladder he'd hidden there.
It was perfect. They couldn't be seen from the road or the beach. There wasn't another person in sight.
"Oh, this is wonderful, Uncle Bill," Stacy said happily.
"I hope you enjoy it, honey," he said. "I'll just read my papers, and you have a nice long swim."
He spread out a blanket and took off his shoes, socks, and shirt. He settled down with his newspapers. Stacy tapped her bare foot in the sand, wondering how to get his attention. This certainly wasn't the way she'd planned things.
"Uncle Bill," she said, "don't you want to come swimming, too?"
He looked up from his paper. "Well, honey, I'd like to," he said, "but I forgot to bring my suit." Stacy brightened. "You don't need a suit down here," she said. "No one can see US."
Bill blushed. It was true that this secret cove was safe for skinny-dipping, but he wondered if it would be proper to swim naked in front of his niece.
"Oh, come on, Uncle Bill," she said, grinning, "don't be shy. I mean, after all, I've seen you naked before."
That made him blush even harder. It was the first time Stacy had mentioned what happened yesterday -- the shameful way he'd lost control of himself, eaten her pussy, let her jack him off. He felt terribly guilty about his behavior with that poor innocent little girl.
On the other hand, he really wanted to swim. The day was blistering hot, and he was dripping sweat. A dip in the cool ocean would feel great. Yesterday's shameful events need not be repeated, not if he kept himself under control.
"Well, okay," he said. "I guess it'll be all right."
Stacy hopped up and down with glee, her pert round tits bouncing furiously in her skimpy bikini bra. Bill tried not to notice. He got up and quickly shucked his pants, then dashed for the water. He didn't want to stand around naked in front of Stacy.
Stacy watched her handsome rugged uncle undress, and her body prickled with excitement when his pale limp cock flopped into view. Even without an erection his prick was huge. Today, she vowed, she was going to have that cock in her belly. He didn't know it, but he wasn't going to hold out on her this time.
Bill raced for the water, and Stacy watched hungrily as his long, limp cock bounced furiously and his big rosy nut sacs jiggled. Quickly she untied the strings of her bikini, tossed the suit aside, and streaked naked for the water, her round ripe bouncing wildly.
Bill turned and saw her, and for a moment he could only stare. She was so damned enticing. Her curvy little body, richly tanned, moved gracefully as she ran, her plump round jiggling, her long white-blonde hair flying. Against her deep tan, the platinum puff of her muff stood out like a target.
"You're not going to wear your suit?" he said uneasily.
"Nope," she said casually, "it's more fun without it. Come on, Uncle Bill, let's hit the water."
They dived into the surf, and for a while Bill forgot about the disturbing presence of his pretty naked niece. He enjoyed himself, splashing around, getting cool. Stacy swam out some distance, then paddled back.
When she was about ten feet away from him, she suddenly dove under the water. Bill thought nothing of it for a minute, but then he began to get anxious. Why hadn't she surfaced? Could she have been caught in an undertow?
He was looking anxiously at the spot where the girl had gone down, when he felt something brush his side. He damned near pissed himself, thinking, Shark! Then he saw that the "shark" had long blonde hair -- Stacy was trying to sneak up on him under water.
He grinned, ready to duck her if she attacked. She circled behind him, then approached him again. Bill waited for some childish trick like a pinch in the ass or an attempt to knock him off his feet.
Instead she floated lazily up to him and gabbed his cock.
"Hey!" Bill yelped.
He certainly hadn't expected that. Stacy bobbed up, grinning, her little fist tight around his long pale limp dick. She stood facing him, very close, her sweet little tits pointed and firm from the cold water.
"Surprise," she said, giving his meat a mischievous squeeze.
"Surprise yourself," said Bill, giving her a hearty shove.
She went down all right, but unfortunately she didn't let go of his dick. Bill was forced to fall with her or receive a most painful injury. They splashed into about four feet of water, Stacy giggling, Bill gasping.
"Dammit, let go," he sputtered.
"Uh-uh," Stacy laughed. "I've got you now, Uncle Bill. You'll have to go wherever I go."
Damn her, anyhow, she didn't realize what she was doing. It was just a childish game to her, but to Bill it was an evil and dangerous sport. He could get unbearably aroused. She simply didn't understand how she was arousing him. Or did she?
Bill followed helplessly as Stacy led him into deeper water, keeping a firm grip on his doughy, pale prick. When the water was up to her chin, she stopped and stood there facing him, rhythmically squeezing and pumping his meat. Her other hand slipped under his hairy balls and began massaging them.
"Stacy, cut it out," Bill said. "I told you yesterday, we can't do things like that. It's just not right."
"Aw, come off it, Uncle Bill," she laughed. "You know you dig it. And if we both like it, who's it hurting?"
"Stacy, you're just too young for this sort of thing," Bill said with exasperation. "I told you it's wrong, and that's all I'm going to say. Let go."
Stacy gripped his cock more firmly. She was pouting. "I want to play with you," she said. "I want to do more fun things, like we did yesterday."
There was only one thing to do. Bill reached around behind her, feeling the firm little rounds of her butt, and goosed her sharply.
"HEY," Stacy yelped, letting go of his cock.
Bill turned away and swiftly marched out of the water. He lay down on the blanket and covered his crotch with a newspaper. Stacy stood in the water frowning at him.
"You finish your swim, Stacy," he said firmly, "and then well go home." He lay back and closed his eyes.
Stacy fumed. What was the matter with the guy, anyway? She'd never been rejected before. It only made her more determined than ever to seduce her handsome uncle. By God, he wasn't going to turn her down.
She swam for awhile, cooling her temper, making her plans. She was determined not to leave that beach without getting laid, but the question was how to change her uncle's mind. His middle-class hangups might be silly, but they were also strong. He seemed dead set against making love to her.
Maybe if she reasoned with him, won him over to her point of view... Stacy walked slowly up the beach to where her uncle was lying on the blanket. He was on his back, his eyes closed, a newspaper draped discreetly over his lap. His broad hairy chest moved up and down slowly. Stacy saw that he was asleep.
She grinned wickedly. This was her chance.
Quietly, carefully, Stacy knelt down on the blanket beside her dozing uncle and removed the paper from his lap. His long pale prick was completely limp, lying sleepily on his thigh. His rosy dark-furred balls were limp, too, resting in his crotch. His legs were slightly parted.
Stacy felt hot excitement in her pussy. It'd been two days now since she'd been balled, and she was more than ready. She eyed Bill's long thick rod, remembering how huge it looked when it was hard. Her aroused cunt leaked a hot trickle of juice. Oh, Jesus, she just had to have him...
There was only one way to do it, and that was to get him so hot and horny that he couldn't resist her. All her kinky experience at the movies would come in handy now. She was an expert at arousing men, but she'd never met a case as difficult as her Uncle Bill.
She bent low beside him, her pert nose almost touching his limp milky-white cock. She eased her little pink tongue down onto his faintly pulsing rod and just let it rest there, feeling the inner heat of his sleepy prick. She was going to have to make her move just right.
Very slowly and carefully Stacy ran her slick tongue up her uncle's flaccid dick till she was tasting the faintly salty head of his long thick cock. She opened her lips with great care, licking them, making them slick, and then gently fitted them around the big knobby dark red head of his prick.
She waited, but Bill didn't stir. So far so good. She began to close her lips around the fat hard head of his prick. When her lips were gripping his meat firmly, she began to suck his long, doughy cock into her mouth. She did it very very slowly and gently, so as not to wake him.
About this time Bill began to feel it, but he didn't realize what it was. He was asleep, and he was only vaguely aware of a very pleasant, warm, wet sensation around the glans of his cock. A smile crept over his face, but he didn't wake up.
Stacy sucked more and more of her uncle's long limp dick into her mouth. She was breathing harder and faster now, her saliva pooling thickly, for she loved sucking cock, always getting very excited when she did it. She forced herself to be slow and gentle, though, not wanting him to wake yet.
"Ummm," Bill murmured.
Whatever it was, it felt great. Half-asleep, he felt his limp meat easing into, something slick and wet and fiery hot. He mumbled his pleasure, stirred a little, but still didn't guess what was happening. The hot sun made him loggy, and he drifted back to sleep.
Stacy kept up her slow discreet sucking motion, till at last she had his whole flaccid cock in her mouth, right down to his wiry haired balls. She stopped to catch her breath. Now came the most delicate step of all. She had to get him hard before he woke up and stopped her. It wasn't going to be easy.
"Uhhhh!" Bill moaned.
His cock was being sucked, sucked very hard and fast. At first he thought he was dreaming, but the dream was just too damned good, the stinging pleasure in his cock and balls too real. Drowsy from the heat, he couldn't come awake very fast. He moaned as pleasure melted his loins, and he felt his cock going hard.
Stacy creamed heavily down her thighs when she felt her uncle's prick leaping into erection in her mouth. She'd succeeded -- he had a rampant hard-on, and he wasn't awake yet. She kept up her powerful wet sucking, her mouth stuffed almost to bursting with his huge hard fat prick.
Bill's eyes flickered open. He looked sleepily down at his lap where a girl's blonde head was bobbing furiously. What the hell...? Coming out of that deep sleep, it took him a moment to understand who she was and what was happening.
Meanwhile his cock, achingly hard and swollen, was responding hungrily to her expert hard sucking. His glans swelled up tight and began to drool thick salty juice. His balls ballooned up to their full size, taut and ready. He was powerfully horny, aching to come.
At last he got his head clear, realizing that his mischievous little niece Stacy was sucking his cock. Where in hell had a teenage girl learned to do that? Dammit, she was like a pro!
"Stacy," he gasped, "stop that. You know what I said."
Her answer was to swallow half of his cock, taking it deep into her throat. She'd learned to do that in her adventures at the movies, but she reserved it for very special cases. She figured Uncle Bill was a special case indeed.
"AHHHHH," Bill moaned.
He'd never felt anything like it. Her slick hot throat closed around the upper half of his erect dick, squeezing him deliciously. He moaned and fell back on the towel, gasping. Fierce pleasure rocked his body. Vaguely he wondered, again, where a teenage girl had learned tricks like this.
"Ummm," Stacy murmured.
She was very excited. She could see the effect she was having on her handsome uncle. He lay limp and gasping as she vigorously sucked his swollen meat, his face flushed, his eyes glazed with pleasure.
"S-Stacy," he stammered, "you better stop. Not right..."
She paid no attention. She went on sucking powerfully on his long rigid prick until it began to drool big gobs of cream that trickled down her throat. No man had ever turned her down before, and she was determined that Bill would not be the exception.
"Honey, don't," he panted. "Could get us into trouble."
Stacy would have laughed if her mouth hadn't been stuffed with cock. Trouble? That's exactly what she wanted, all the delicious trouble that went with love-making. Only she didn't call it trouble. She called it fun.
Bill's mind whirled. He wanted desperately to prolong this wonderful moment, to make love to his luscious little niece. No one would see them, no one would know. Obviously the girl wanted it. She wasn't without experience, either. No innocent child would know how to give a professional blow job.
But she was his daughter, and she was terribly young. He would have to live with her, face her every day, and read his awful guilt in her knowing eyes. He didn't know if he could handle that. Damn it all, what a dilemma!
Stacy could tell he was wavering, and she renewed her efforts, sucking ravenously on his hugely thick, drooling cock. She mustn't fail. Both her pride and her need were involved. She felt hot pussy juice dripping down her thighs, she wanted him so badly.
"Awww, Christ," Bill whined, "you gotta stop..."
In spite of his protests, Stacy could tell he was close to coming. He was beginning to pump his hips helplessly, fucking the silky lining of her throat. His voice was hoarse, his eyes nearly crossed with pleasure.
Yes, she had to stop now, but not for the reasons he gave. She didn't want him to come in her mouth. She wanted to keep his arousal at a high pitch till she could get his gorgeous big rod in her cunt. She let his huge saliva-soaked cock slip from her mouth.
"Jesus H. Christ," Bill sighed. "I'm glad you stopped, honey. Like I told you, it just isn't right for a father and daughter to -- HEY."
While he was talking, Stacy deftly straddled him, getting her dripping wet pussy right over the huge purple knob of his cock-head. She started to let herself down on it, wedging the fat drooling glans into the steamy little pit of her cunt-mouth.
"Stacy, for God's sake, NO," Bill yelped.
He reached for her, but he was too late. The grinning little girl sat down hard, impaling herself on his thick hard rod which was standing straight up in his lap. She ground her hips downward, taking his meat swiftly up her greedy hot little Stacy squealed. "Yeah..."
Bill felt his achingly swollen dick slicing up the tightest, sweetest box he'd ever entered. Her teenage cunt was narrow and gripping, yet slick with abundant juice. She was fiery hot inside, and her powerful young cunt muscles sucked him swiftly up to her womb.
"Awwww," Bill bawled, "Stacy... Jesus, you better stop... Can't help myself..."
It was true. He could no longer bring himself to protest or to push her away. It just felt too damned good. He forgot about incest, forgot about infidelity, forgot everything but the fiery nipping wet sheath of her cunt around his erect and aching meat.
"It's all right, Uncle Bill," Stacy cooed. "Nobody will know. Let's have fun. Stop worrying, and just ball me, okay?"
Bill looked dizzily at her. Her innocent face was twisted into a horny leer, her big blue eyes bright and excited. Hell, she was no virgin. His cock had entered her too easily, and her manner was too professional. If other men had fucked her, why not him?
She didn't wait for a reply. She began working her slim hips, bouncing up and down on the thick throbbing impalement of his huge cock. Her little pink tongue nipped in and out, licking her lips, and she squealed and moaned her pleasure.
"Oooo, yeah, that's GOOD," she cried. "Come on, Uncle Bill, get with it... MOVE... Fuck meee..."
Bill gave up. God knows he'd tried to prevent this, done all he could to show her it was wrong. She'd gone ahead anyhow. Hell, she was practically raping him. He might as well enjoy it, and worry about the consequences later.
He reached up and gripped her firm little waist, holding her still, and began to fuck her. He pounded his hard drooling cock in and out of her slick juicy box, thoroughly enjoying himself now. She gasped with delight, and her cute little tits bounced crazily.
"Oh, wow, YEAH," she squealed. "That's it, Uncle Bill... Ball me hard, fast... Oooooo, yessss."
Her cream flooded out, hot and steamy, to drench his crotch. Her whole enticing body flushed a mottled pink of hot arousal. Her blue eyes fluttered and rolled. She might be only a teenager, but her body was mature and experienced.
"Honey," Bill gasped, "You're the sweetest thing I've fucked in years... So hot and tight..."
Stacy grinned wickedly at him. "You're a fantastic lay, too, Uncle Bill," she panted. "Your cock's sooo big... Man, it feels great..."
She wasn't lying. Her uncle's cock dwarfed most of the others she'd seen and played with. His gross thickness felt terrific in her ever-hungry little twat. She kept her legs well spread, letting him stuff and ream her thoroughly, letting him jab his huge dick all the way to her womb.
"Yeah, yeah, do it to me," she whined. "You're making me come, Uncle Bill... Oh, yeah, it's so GOOD... Ohhhhh..."
As she came, Bill felt her tiny, tight twat gripping him, contracting, squeezing him so tiercely that he almost came. He howled with delight but managed not to climax. He meant to fuck this sexy little chick till she was bow legged. Now that he'd committed himself, he might as well get as much as he could.
Stacy was delighted when her uncle kept on fucking her, making her come again and again. She'd never met a man who could last so long. He was really a super lay, and she was never going to let him go, never let him refuse her again.
At last Bill gave a hoarse moan and began to shoot his load into her narrow nipping box. Stacy shivered with pleasure as she took it. It overflowed her little-girl cunt and out on the towel beneath them. She sighed as she felt his huge cock going limp at last.
"Oh, Uncle Bill," she said, slipping off his lap, "that was such a terrific fuck. We can do it again, can't we? You won't say no to me any more?"
Bill eyed her with a mixture of longing and guilt. He sure as hell wanted to go on balling her, but what about Karen, his wife? What about the fact that Stacy was his adopted daughter?
"Honey, I don't know," he said. "I'll have to think about it."
Stacy frowned but said nothing. It didn't matter what he thought. She was going to have him, and that was that.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After Bill and Stacy left for the beach, Karen found a book to read and lay down on the couch. She knew she ought to check on Mark now and then to see if he was cleaning the basement, but she was afraid to be alone with him. He would probably make another pass at her, and she wanted to avoid the hassle.
The hours dragged, and she found it hard to concentrate on her book. She knew what the problem was, dammit -- she was horny again. That was nothing new, of course. She seemed to be horny all the time. The question was, what to do about it?
"Oh, hell," Karen sighed.
There seemed no way out of her predicament. Her husband was bored with her in bed and had practically stopped fucking her. She wouldn't dream of being unfaithful to him. All she could do was maturbate, like a guilty little kid.
She knew she'd have to bring herself off soon, or she'd grow irritable and be snapping at everybody all evening. She just had to make sure that Mark was busy in the basement and wouldn't interrupt her. It would be awful if he caught her frigging herself.
Karen slipped off her shoes and crept quietly to the basement door. It was slightly ajar, and she peered through the crack. Mark was busy, all tight, loading junk into cartons. He still had a big pile of stuff to load, so he ought to be busy for a while longer. Reassured about her privacy, Karen tiptoed back to the living room and lay down on the couch.
Sighing, she slipped her hand down the front of her stretch pants and touched the springy puff of curls at the base of her belly. She wriggled a finger inside the furry lips and found the hot little lump of her clit. A jolt of pleasure rocked her body as she pressed down on the sensitive juicy little button.
"Ummm," she sighed.
She began to stroke her clit gently but insistently, and her starved cunt responded with a steady trickled of juice. She sighed and spread her legs a little. It felt so nice... A cock would have been better, of course, but none was available. She had to do the best she could with her own hand.
Beginning to breathe harder, Karen slipped her stiff wet finger farther down between her thighs and rimmed the wet mouth of her famished cunt. Fantasies began to come to her, fantasies of Mark climbing over her, sticking his superb, stiff young cock into her... She creamed hard, soaking her finger.
"Ummm, yesssss," she whined.
She began easing her finger into her flaming wet box, pretending that her handsome young nephew was penetrating her, slowly and teasingly slipping his rigid fat young prick into her. She moaned softly.
"Yes, darling, yes," she sighed.
Mark had been sitting on the old mattress in the basement, smoking a cigarette, when he heard the floor creaking above him. Quickly he snuffed out the cigarette, leaped to his feet, and began carrying junk to the carton Karen had provided. He certainly didn't intend to break his ass on this job, but he had to keep up appearances.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Karen peeking at him from the top of the stairs. She looked for just a moment, then crept away without saying a word.
That puzzled and irritated him. If she was going to keep checking on him, dammit, she could at least say hello. Mark's temper was in bad shape today anyhow. He was horny, and he ached to get it on with his beautiful adoptive mother, but he hadn't figured out a good approach yet.
Well, to hell with approaches. He was just going to go right upstairs and have her, rape her if he had to. Stacy and Bill were at the beach and would be gone for hours -- he could trust his sister on that score. There'd be plenty of time for his conquest of Karen.
Mark started up the stairs, flushed and determined, but something told him to proceed quietly, not give her any warning. Karen had spied on him, obviously not wanting him to see her. Maybe she was doing something she didn't want him to know about.
He reached the top of the stairs and opened the door without a sound. He stood there listening, and from the living room he heard peculiar noises -- sighing, soft moaning, little whimpers. What the hell...?
Mark crept toward the open archway of the living room, hardly daring to breathe. He knew something funny was going on, and he wanted to find out without Karen noticing him. Maybe she had a guilty secret, something he could use against her.
When Mark peered around the corner of the archway, he discovered his hunch was right. She had a guilty secret, all right, and it was a beauty. His aunt lay on her back on the couch, her hand thrust down the front of her pants and moving swiftly, rhythmically. She was panting and whimpering.
Mark grinned wickedly. His cool aloof aunt was frigging herself.
He waited a moment, planning just what he would do. He had her now, of course. He could use her secret to make her do whatever he wanted. But he wanted to get maximum pleasure out of it, and that required some thinking.
Meanwhile Karen was really getting into it. Impatient with the restriction of her tight pants, she tugged then down to her knees. She then pushed her panties down, too, exposing her pretty fluff of golden muff fur. That was better. With a sigh she again slipped her hand into her crotch.
Mark watched, grinning broadly. He saw his lovely but aloof aunt slip a finger into her wet hair-fringed cunt mouth. She pushed the finger into herself all the way to the last knuckle, and her lovely face contorted into a lusty snarl.
"Oooo, yesss," she whined, "yessss..."
As Mark watched raptly, she began to pump her finger in her juicy little cunt, working it in an out swiftly like a cock. Her white teeth flashed in a lusty grin, and her moans grew husky and prolonged. The poor chick was really starved for sex.
Well, she wouldn't have to wait much longer. Mark intended to give her the real thing.
He crept silently into the living room. Karen's eyes were tightly shut now as she abandoned herself to her own erotic fantasies, whatever they were. Her finger, soaked and gleaming with her plentiful cream, moved faster and faster in her aroused cunt.
"Oh, my God, yes, darling," she whimpered. "Fuck me, Mark..."
Mark almost howled in triumph. She was pretending it was him. Too fucking much! The bitch had turned him down, refused to ball him, but in secret she wanted him desperately. He couldn't pass up an opening like that.
"You called me?" he said distinctly.
Karen froze. She prayed her ears had deceived her, but as she opened her eyes she saw her nephew standing right beside the couch, leering at her. He'd seen everything, heard her calling his name. He'd caught her in that shameful act, her pants down around her knees, her finger stuck in her cunt. Oh, God, it was too awful!
"Oh, NO," Karen gasped, bursting into tears.
She slipped her cream-soaked finger from her cunt and started to pull up her panties, but Mark seized her hands and held them. He sat down on the edge of the couch and looked at her, his blue eyes hot and lusty and amused.
"Hey," he said, "no need to cry. You want me, Auntie, you can have me. You can have the real thing. Shit, you should've told me before. I would've been glad to take care of you."
Karen moaned and shook her head. "You don't understand," she sobbed. "I'm so ashamed. That you should see me doing a thing like that..."
"Oh, hell, that's nothing," said Mark. "Everybody does it. But you don't have to any more, see? I'll fuck you anytime you want it."
Karen shuddered. She knew he wasn't kidding. He'd fuck her, all right, make love to his own aunt under Bill's nose. It was a sickening situation. The boy had the morals of an alley cat.
"That's out of the question, Mark," she said coldly. "I won't cheat on my husband, and I wouldn't dream of doing it with my adopted son. Please, forget it."
Mark sighed deeply. "Wow, you are really something else," he said with exasperation. "You'll frig yourself and pretend it's me. You'll suck my cock and eat my come. But you won't ball me. That's crazy, Karen. It's buflshit. You're being ridiculous. We want each other, so why shouldn't we do it?"
He was right -- she was being a terrible hypocrite. But her conscience still told her it would be wrong to fuck this boy, her blood nephew.
"Mark," she said shakily, "I know I'm not being logical, but I just can't bring myself to do it. Now, please, let go of me. That answer is no, and that's final."
He gripped her wrists even harder. "Oh, no, Auntie," he said harshly, "the answer is yes and I won't quit till I get into you. Make it easy on yourself and just spread those legs. I'm gonna get to you sooner or later."
"No," Karen sobbed, "never..."
Mark was tired or arguing. He leaped up and straddled her, his tight muscular ass resting on her big heaving tits, his crotch almost in her face. Holding her flailing hands aside with one fist, he quickly unzipped his fly and took out his pale limp prick. He let the doughy warm rod fall on her trembling lips.
"Okay," he said. "You don't wanta fuck me, you can blow me. Come on, open up. Suck me off like you did yesterday."
Karen quickly obeyed. This would buy her some time, and she wouldn't have to fuck him today. She opened her lips and let the soft warm meat drop into her mouth. She sucked him in strongly taking his limp cock all the way to his balls.
"Yeah, that's good," Mark sighed. "Suck my dick, Auntie..."
He was lying, of course. He didn't intend to let her off so easily. This time he meant to ball her, no matter how she fought or how much she protested. He was tired of her bullshit. He was so horny he could have screamed. He'd let her suck him, get him hard, and then she was in for a surprise.
Karen's hot juicy mouth felt really good around his sensitive prick. She sucked fast and greedily, obviously hoping to bring him off fast and be done with it. Mark abandoned himself to the keen pleasure of having his meat sucked, and it wasn't long before he began to grow hard.
"Yeah, yeah," he sighed, "blow me, baby... Suck that meat... Yeah, that's great..."
Karen sucked him even faster and harder as she felt his strong young boy-cock growing hard in her mouth. It shouldn't be too much longer now before he came. His meat grew thick and hard, stretching her lips painfully, and his cock-head swelled up hugely, butting her throat. She almost gagged, but she kept on sucking.
Mark waited till he had a good solid hard-on before pulling his spit-soaked rod from her mouth. He grinned evilly at her when her eyes widened with surprise.
"But, Mark," she said, "I haven't finished. Don't you want me to bring you off?"
"Sure, baby," he said, "but not that way. I'm dying to test that cunt of yours."
He began to slide down her trembling body, taking care not to let her roll away. Her pants were down to her knees, her pretty blonde muff exposed. He had a clear shot.
"Mark, NO," Karen wailed. "I told you, I don't want to do that."
"And I told you I do," he snapped. "Now just shut up and take it, Auntie, because you're gonna get it whether you like it or not."
Karen fought desperately, but he pinned her wrists down to her sides, and the weight of his body prevented her from rolling away. It would do no good to scream for help. Her husband was miles away at the beach.
"Oh, no, no," she sobbed. "It's wrong, Mark, can't you see that? I'm your MOTHER!"
Mark paid no attention. He moved down till he straddled her thighs, and then he poked the fat creaming head of his dick between her tightly clenched legs. She screamed and locked her legs together, but she couldn't keep him out. He grunted and pushed till he felt his drooling cock-head slipping into the slick mouth of her cunt.
"Now," he panted, "now I'm gonna get into you, Auntie, and there's nothing you can do about it."
He slammed his hips forward with brutal force, and Karen felt his thick, hard, adolescent prick ripping into her tightly clenched twat. She couldn't keep him out. He plunged all the way in, till she felt him butting her womb.
Mark sighed and let himself down on her. "I'm in now, Auntie," he said triumphantly. "I'm gonna ball you real good. Why don't you just relax and enjoy it?"
Karen sobbed in protest, but as his rigid young cock began to move inside her, dizzying waves of pleasure racked her body. She'd been without a man so long, she'd been so achingly horny, that it was impossible not to enjoy it.
Mark fucked her in hard deep strokes, completely stuffing and filling her starved box with each swift plunge. It was so different from Bill's languid half-hearted fucking. It was the almost brutal rape-like fucking she'd craved for years. Helplessly she began to cream around his deep-thrusting cock.
Mark felt it. He felt her cunt juice boiling around his dick, felt her clinging twat growing hotter by the second. Soon she began to move her hips helplessly, and her breathing got fast and loud. She had a fine cunt, tight and fiery and slick. He was enjoying himself hugely, and he sensed that she was, too, only she wouldn't admit it.
Karen's face flamed. "Nooo," she whined. "No, no, please, take it out of me."
Mark chuckled. "Still giving me the old bullshit, huh? Well, I don't buy it, baby. I can feel you creaming all over me. You dig it, I can tell. You were hot for me."
Karen could have died of shame. Her lust was so obvious, she couldn't even fool a eighteen-year-old boy. He had her number, knew she'd been wanting him. She turned her face to the side and sobbed, hating herself.
"Hey, no crying," Mark said. "That's dumb, Auntie, really dumb. I mean, I'm balling you, right? And there's no way you can stop it. So why don't you relax and dig it? Why cheat yourself?"
Something snapped in her mind. He was right, dammit, perfectly right. She'd done all she could to prevent this incestuous act, but now it was happening, and she might as well enjoy it. Hell, she'd been wanting a lover like this for years.
She relaxed. Mark could feel it. The stiffness went out of her body, and her cunt opened up to his jerking meat. He felt a fiery flood of cream bathing his dick. She reached up and clapped her hands tightly around his ass, pulling him into her. She began to move her wet, hot pussy in time to his strokes.
"Yeah, yeah, baby, that's it," he said excitedly. "Be up front about it, dig it. You know it's good."
He began to fuck her faster and harder, and Karen almost screeched with pleasure. His hard energetic young cock felt marvelous in her long-starved cunt. She dug her nails into his muscular ass, urging him deep into her.
"Ahhhh," she moaned, "ahhhh..."
"Tell me about it," Mark whispered, "tell me you like it... Come on, Auntie, no holding back now..."
His victory wouldn't be complete until she told him how much she liked it. He had to conquer his women completely. He rammed his cock deep into her, giving her the fierce friction she craved. He felt her cream flooding helplessly around his jerking meat.
"Oh, God," Karen whined, "yes, yesss..."
"You like it?" Mark persisted. "Tell me."
"Yes," she gasped, "yes, I love it..."
She felt a brief moment of shame, but it was drowned in the stunning pleasure that rocked her body. To hell with everything else, she needed this hard prolonged fucking. She could worry later, feel guilty later. Right now she wanted to lose herself in joy.
"It's wonderful, Mark," she babbled. "Soooo good... Please, keep fucking me, keep doing it to me..."
Mark grinned broadly. "You bet I will," he panted. "I'm gonna fuck you raw, baby..."
That was a slight exaggeration, but he did bring her off several times before coming himself. He delighted in watching his beautiful stepmother come, in watching the way her normally cool face twisted in a sensual leer, the way her lush body rocked in climax, the way she moaned her bliss. He had mastered her completely with his cock.
Karen knew she was mastered, and she loved it.
She forgot everything else, opened her famished cunt to him, and came joyfully again and again. Finally Mark gave a blissful yelp and pumped his jism into her. Shyly Karen let him rest on her body while he caught his breath.
"Oh, man," he sighed, "far out... Just let me rest a second... Let me keep my cock in you. I'll get hard again real soon, and we'll do it again."
Karen opened her mouth to protest, then wondered why she bothered. The damage was done. She'd fucked her own eighteen-year-old nephew, and she'd loved it. He knew she'd loved it. She couldn't sink any lower than that. Doing it one more time wouldn't change things.
Besides, she wanted it. She'd been waiting years to be fucked like this. As she felt Mark's insatiable young cock growing hard in her again, she creamed eagerly. He jammed his mouth onto hers, worming his tongue inside, and she responded with her tongue, weaving it around his in a lewd dance.
"You ready to do it again?" he said.
"Yes," Karen whispered.
Just then they heard a car coming into the driveway.
"Oh, my God, it must be Bill and Stacy," Karen yelped. "Quick, Mark, get off me."
They leaped apart, and Mark somehow managed to stuff his hugely erect cock into his jeans. He clattered down the stairs to the basement. Karen pulled up her pants and patted her hair into place, blushing hotly.
Bill's arrival had at least restored her to her senses. She'd done a terrible thing, balling her own young nephew. She'd never do it again, she swore.
When Bill came into the house, she greeted him cheerfully but couldn't meet his eyes.
She didn't notice, but he couldn't meet hers, either...
Late that night after Bill and Karen had gone to bed, Stacy sneaked into her brother's room. They hadn't been alone together all day, hadn't had a chance to compare notes. She was bubbling over with the news she had to tell Mark. And she knew he was waiting impatiently to tell her about his own adventures.
Mark was lying on his bed, wearing only his jockey shorts, waiting for Stacy to come. He knew she'd be there, as soon as she was sure the adults were asleep. Finally the door opened quietly, and Stacy came bouncing in, wearing a short nightgown that hardly covered her ass.
She ran over to him and bounced onto the bed, giving him a quick hug. "Oh, Mark," she exclaimed, "I can hardly wait to tell you about my day."
"Okay, okay," he laughed, "but keep it down. We don't want to wake them up. So what happened at the beach? Did you get it on with Uncle Bill?"
Stacy nodded gleefully. "I finally did it," she said. "It wasn't easy. Man, he was protesting right up to the last second, even when I sucked his cock, but he finally gave in. I've got him now."
"Far out," said Mark. "And I've got good news, too. I finally got into Karen. She was just like him, protesting all the way, but when I got my cock into her, she changed her tune. Looks like we've succeeded, little sister. We won't have to sneak out at night to look for fun if we don't want to. We can have it right here."
Stacy clapped her hands. "Oh, Mark, I'm so happy," she said. "But is Karen a good lay?"
"Yeah, she's fantastic," Mark said, sighing at the memory. "And she's gonna get better. She has a lot of inhibitions to lose, but she digs it. What about Bill? Is he any good?"
Stacy sighed, too. "Oh, wow, yeah," she said. "He's got the biggest cock I ever saw. In fact I get horny just thinking about it."
"I'm horny, too," said Mark. "I was gonna make it with Karen a second time, but you guys came home. Listen, you wanta play our game?"
Stacy nodded eagerly. "Yes, that's a good idea, Mark," she said. "I'm really up for it."
Brother and sister quickly took off their clothes.
Mark and Stacy had a special game that had begun a long time ago when they were just children. It started during a brief period when their mother had to work nights, leaving them alone in the apartment. There was plenty of food, the lock was secure, and they were in no danger, but the two kids sometimes felt spooky without their mother.
So Stacy got into the habit of crawling into her brother's bed.
At first it was just for company. The kids felt safe and secure together. Then after a couple of weeks they started exploring each other's body, curious about the difference between boys and girls. They discovered that touching each other, especially between the legs, was a lot of fun.
They refined their play, telling each other what they liked best, and then one memorable night they accidentally made each other climax. It was the first time for both of them. They enjoyed it so much that they made it into a permanent game.
Their mother started working days again and staying home at night, and she said they couldn't sleep together, that they were getting too old for that. So they just waited till she went to sleep. As they grew into adolescence, they invented more and more crazy things to do. But so far they hadn't fucked. In fact, it didn't occur to them. That was something they did with other people. Their own private game consisted of delicious touching, nothing more.
"Move over," Stacy giggled. "You're taking the whole bed."
"Okay, greedy," Mark laughed.
They had pulled the covers down so they could see each other. They loved each other's bodies. Mark thought his sister was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, and Stacy thought her big brother had a really super body.
They lay down side by side and began touching each other. Mark began by fondling and squeezing his sister's plump round tits, something he knew she liked. Stacy seized her brother's limp little prick and playfully pumped it.
"So ol' Bill's got the biggest dick you ever saw, huh?" Mark said, grinning. "Is it bigger than mine?"
"I'm afraid so big brother," said Stacy, fondly petting his soft sleepy prick. "But you've got some growing to do yet. You might catch up with him."
Mark happily fondled his sister's firm little jugs. "Well, my feelings are hurt," he teased. "I'm just gonna have to tell you that Karen's tits are a lot bigger than yours. Man, they're like mountains."
"I know," Stacy sighed. "I sure hope mine get bigger."
"Aw, I was just kidding, Sis," said Mark. "Yours are fine, the nicest I've ever seen. Anyhow, if they were any bigger, I couldn't get 'em in my mouth, and that'd be a drag."
Stacy giggled, but her eyes were hot and glowing. "Hey, Mark," she said huskily, "why don't you just do that? Suck my tits, I mean. I could really get off on that."
"Okay," said Mark, "but you gotta do something nice for me, too."
"Oh, I will," Stacy said impishly. "You better believe I will."
Mark brought his mouth down to one of his sister's pretty pink nipples and tickled it teasingly with his tongue. Stacy squealed with delight.
"Hey, not so noisy, okay?" Mark said fondly. "The shit would really hit the fan if they found us like this."
Stacy sighed. "Yes, dammit," she said. "Wow, those two are really a drag."
"Not for long," said Mark. "We're working on them. Now I'm going back to working on you... but keep the noise down."
He popped his mouth onto his sister's perky little nipple and began to suck it leisurely. He felt the soft tip of her breast slowly harden in his mouth, getting erect and throbbing. Stacy almost squealed again but managed to convert it to a prolonged sigh of pleasure.
Mark felt his sister's little hot hand closing around his flaccid pink balls. He hummed happily to himself. He really liked it when Stacy played with his nut sacs, because she knew just what to do. He felt hot excitement as she began to knead and massage the soft sensitive bags.
Brother and sister lay side by side, naked, a beautifully matched couple with their deeply tanned trim bodies and thick platinum hair. Mark's head bobbed gently over his sister's ripe round tit, and Stacy's hand moved rhythmically around her brother's fat young balls. A stranger might have thought they were lovers.
But they had never really been lovers, and Mark was just now beginning to wonder why. Somehow in all the years they'd played together in bed, they'd never thought of fucking. They'd done everything else but that. It made Mark chuckle.
"What's so funny?" said Stacy.
Mark drew his mouth off her wet erect nipple. "Aw, I was just thinking," he said. "It seems weird that you and I never ball each other."
Stacy blushed slightly. She wasn't one for blushing, but Mark's thought had occurred to her lately, too. It did seem kind of strange, and yet...
"Well, but Mark, we're brother and sister," she said. "It wouldn't be quite right, would it?"
He stared at her. "You've been listening to that bullshit Bill and Karen put out," he said, "that crap about incest."
"No, I haven't," Stacy protested. "I mean, I don't believe it's necessarily wrong. It just seems kind of funny, that's all. I mean, my own brother..."
"Oh, Christ," Mark said scornfully. "Okay, if it bothers you, let's just forget it."
It did bother Stacy, but she didn't know why. Idly she reversed her position beside Mark so she could lick his balls and he could play with her pussy. It was one of their favorite things. Usually they made each other come that way. But now Stacy was thinking maybe her brother had a point.
Mark eyed the pretty little puff of platinum fur over his sister's muff. It was the loveliest muff he'd ever seen, and he got aroused just looking at it. He quickly parted the blonde furry lips and exposed the tiny red bump df her clit. His tongue snaked out to tickle it.
She returned the favor by sticking out her dainty pink tongue to lap and tease his pretty pale cock. She'd seen a lot of cocks in her short life, but she still thought her brother's prick was the most handsome and exciting. She loved to lick and taste it.
"Yeah, Stacy, that's nice," Mark moaned. "Lick my cock, yeah..."
The room was quiet for awhile except for the faint wet lapping and sucking sounds as brother and sister tongued each other. Mark pressed his mouth against Stacy's tasty little clit and sucked on it, making his sister cream hotly into his face. Stacy sucked his cock into her hot juicy little mouth, tugging it greedily, and Mark moaned.
He was thinking how much he'd like to get it on with his pretty little sister. Stacy was right, it did seem kind of strange, but he figured they could overcome that in a hurry. Stacy was the sexiest girl in the world as far as he was concerned, and once the idea had entered his head about fucking her, he couldn't stop thinking of it.
Stacy sucked her brother's cock fast and hungrily, quickly getting him hard. She thought how much she loved her brother's prick and how it might feel inside her. She'd always suspected that Mark was a fantastic lay. So what did it matter if he was her brother? No one had to know...
"Suck me," Mark gasped, "suck me, Stacy, bring me off..."
This was always an exciting moment for him, when his horny little sister started sucking his meat furiously, bringing him to a helpless yelping come, while he sucked on her tiny clit and made her climax all over his face.
But now, to his surprise, Stacy suddenly spat out his erect, swollen dick. She was looking at him with hot glazed eyes, a really weird look.
"Hey, what's happening?" Mark asked.
Stacy's voice was husky. "I changed my mind, Mark," she said. "I want you to ball me."
Mark's full cock twitched with excitement, but he gently kissed his sister and said, "Are you sure? I don't want you to be sorry later."
Stacy ran her small hand lovingly up and down the rigid throbbing pole of his dick. "Yes," she said, "I'm sure. As long as nobody knows, Mark, you and I can do anything we want. We can have our own world."
"That's fight," Mark said enthusiastically, "just like always... our own world that nobody else knows about."
Stacy smiled adoringly at her handsome brother. She let herself fall slowly back onto the bed, her lovely light blonde hair spreading over the pillow. She slowly opened her slim long legs, unveiling her ripe pink pussy, and her eyes dropped hungrily to Mark's rigid young prick which strained against his belly and bubbled bright drops of cream.
Mark stared at his little sister's beautiful pink slit. He'd sucked it often enough, licked and tasted and explored it, but he'd never had his cock there. His breathing grew quick and excited. He crawled over to her and knelt between her silky thighs.
"Yes, Mark, do it," Stacy breathed. "Hurry. Oh, Mark, I'm so excited."
"Me, too," Mark admitted.
Gingerly he bent his stiff swollen rod till the bulbous dark-red tip touched the steamy little pit of her cunt mouth. Stacy moaned hungrily but held still for him, and Mark wedged the fat head of his dick into her. He held it there, just an inch inside her seething little box, savoring the moment. He thought, I'm balling my sister. But the thought didn't repel him. It turned him on.
Stacy was no longer afraid, either. Her tiny teenage cunt seethed with excitement when Mark wedged his big cock-head into her and held it there. The idea that her own brother was about to stick his cock into her was tremendously arousing to her. Her hot cream bubbled around his intruding cock-head.
Mark sighed deeply and let himself down on her, his hard young chest flattening her ripe pointed jugs. His cock glided into her, slowly nosing to her womb, and brother and sister embraced each other tightly and moaned in their excitement.
"Ball me, Mark, ball me," Stacy chanted.
"I will, little sister, I will," he panted.
Stacy felt his fat young prick moving in her and she gave a shrill howl of pleasure.
CHAPTER EIGHT
In the master bedroom Bill and Karen tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Unknown to each other, they were having almost identical thoughts. Both had vowed to give up their young lovers, and both were so horny they were almost in pain.
Bill tried to ignore his aching hard-on, but he couldn't stop the helpless visions of Stacy at the beach, mounting him, wantonly thrusting her little fiery wet pussy onto the impalement of his dick. Christ, that exquisitely tight cunt of hers... He ached to have her again.
And why not? She wanted it, and so did he.
He'd already had her once, so what difference would it make if they did it again? As long as no one knew... Oh, damn it all, why kid himself. He wanted the girl, and he was going to have her, even if she was his adopted daughter.
Having made up his mind, Bill slipped quietly out of bed and tiptoed out of the room, unaware that his wife was awake. He intended to go right to Stacy's room, ball her, get his agony over with.
Karen hardly noticed Bill leaving, she was so engrossed in her own thoughts. She assumed he'd gone to the kitchen for a snack, as he sometimes did when he couldn't sleep. She took the opportunity to moan out loud.
"Oh, God," she sighed, "what am I going to do?"
She knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to drop all her reservations and fears, wanted to have a full-fledged affair with Mark. It would be so great to be well and regularly fucked. That wasn't asking so much, and she needed it so badly. If only he weren't so young, if only he weren't her nephew...
Karen's cunt seemed afire with need, and she knew she'd never sleep when she was so acutely horny. She could masturbate, of course, but it seemed inadequate and childish to her now that she'd made love with Mark. She ached for his deliciously fat young cock.
Oh, to hell with it -- the damage was already done, she'd already fucked the boy once. Another time wouldn't make that much difference. She had to have the boy, she just had to.
Karen got determinedly out of bed and marched down the hall in her nightgown. Bill would assume she was in the bathroom reading, which she often did when she couldn't sleep. She was just approaching Mark's bedroom door when, to her astonishment, Bill came out of Stacy's room.
They stared at each other. Karen wondered what the hell her husband was doing in the girl's room. Bill wondered why Karen was standing at Mark's door, her hand raised to knock.
Husband and wife slowly blushed deep red with guilt.
"Bill," Karen said, "what are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same question," he replied. "As it happens..."
He didn't get any farther. Just then they heard a strange cry, a shrill squeal, coming from behind Mark's door.
Bill and Karen exchanged puzzled glances. Neither said anything. They were in silent agreement to find out what that noise was, but without giving away their presence. They listened, and other noises followed -- sighs, gasps, grunts, squeals.
"Oh, Jesus," Bill whispered. "This could be bad. Stacy isn't in her room."
"You mean..." Karen stopped and blushed. "Oh, no, Bill, that just couldn't be. The kids may be a little spoiled, but they wouldn't do anything like that."
"Then what are those noises?" said Bill. "You know damned well what they sound like."
Karen blushed and nodded. The noises were unmistakably the sounds of excited and vigorous love-making. "I... I can't believe it," she said numbly, "I just can't."
"Well, there's only one way to find out," said Bill.
He put a finger to his lips, signaling quiet, and then silently opened the door to Mark's room. The hinges were well-oiled, and the door swung open without a sound. Karen and Bill were hidden in the shadows of the hallway, but Mark's bed was well-lit by his bedside lamp.
"Oh, my God," Karen gasped.
Mark was balling his sister. It was as plain and crude and obvious as that. No matter how the stunned watchers tried to interpret what they saw, it was clear that the kids were fucking. Certainly they weren't playing Monopoly or having a cozy chat.
Stacy lay beneath her brother, her legs spread wide for him, her slim hips moving vigorously in time to his thrusts. Her pretty little snub-nosed face was twisted into a horny leer, her little pink tongue flashing out to lick her lips. She was clinging hard to Mark, digging her nails into his sweaty shoulders. With the door open, Karen and Bill could hear her words distinctly.
"Oooo, yeah, Markie," she squealed, "do it to me... That's so good... You're the best, big brother, the best fucking lay in the world..."
Mark's body lunged up and down over his naked sister, his rosy stiff cock zipping in and out of her cunt and gleaming with her juice. He was ginning happily, panting, sighing.
"You're the best, too, baby sister," he said hoarsely. "You got the tightest hottest little box I ever fucked... Oh, man, yeah... It's out of sight..."
Karen looked like she was about to scream, so Bill clapped a hand over her mouth and dragged her down the hall, out of the kids hearing.
"Listen," he said, "we can't just go rushing in there. We have to talk and decide what to do. And we have to be totally honest with each other." He stopped for a moment, and Karen noticed that his face was pale and sheepish-looking.
"Karen," he said haltingly, "I'm terribly sorry, but I have to tell you this. I'm not excusing myself, I'm just telling you, so you'll know about it when we face those kids. I... I made love to Stacy at the beach today."
Karen fell against him, weeping. "Oh, Bill," she said miserably, "I'm just as guilty as you ate. While you and Stacy were gone, Mark and I made love. I'm so sorry. I knew it was wrong, but..."
"Never mind," Bill said, giving her a reassuring hug, "I know how it is. The point is, what are we going to do now?"
"Well, we can't let them make love," Karen said. "It's horrible -- brother and sister. We've got to stop them, make them understand that it's wrong."
"I agree," said Bill. "We can work on that other problem later. I mean about us and the kids. Come on."
They hurried back down the hall and peered out of the shadows into Mark's room. Mark and Stacy were still hot at it, fucking joyfully and furiously. Now Bill and Karen could even hear the soft lewd squishing noise of Mark's thick meat in Stacy's tight wet box.
Somehow that noise made Karen feel hot and horny all over. She knew it was wicked, but it just turned her on powerfully. She felt her cunt contact sharply in sudden arousal, and then a steamy trickle of pussy juice ran down her thighs.
Bill had the same reaction. That intimate wicked noise jolted him with lusty arousal, and he felt his cock going rock-hard in his pajamas, tenting his crotch obscenely. Jesus, watching those kids fuck was a real turn-on...
Bill and Karen hesitated just outside Mark's door, reluctant to break that strange spell. Watching the handsome brother and sister ball each other was tremendously exciting. Lust made the adults hesitant and confused.
"You come yet?" Mark asked his sister.
"No," Stacy panted, "I don't want to yet. I want this to go on and on."
"Me, too," said Mark. "I got a cock-stand that won't quit. How about having it another way, just for fun?"
"Sure," Stacy said eagerly.
Mark lifted himself off his sister's cuddly warm body and gingerly withdrew his aching hard-on from her creamy little twat. His cock was rosy-red from the friction of their hot fucking, and it snapped up to hug his belly.
Karen gazed hungrily at her nephew's wonderfully stiff cock. My God, what she wouldn't give to change places with Stacy, to have that rigid fat boy-cock thrust hard up her starved cunt. She almost moaned aloud at the thought of it, and more hot cunt juice ran down her inner thighs.
"Let's do it dog-style," Stacy giggled.
"Fine by me," Mark said, grinning.
Stacy rolled over and stuck her cute little butt up in the air. From the dark hallway Bill could see his adopted daughter's delicious little pink pussy, wet and open and eager. His cock lurched with horny longing and drooled a big drop of juice. Christ, how he'd like to be in Mark's place, shoving his swollen dick into that fiery little box of hers...
Still grinning, utterly without shame, Mark knelt behind his sister and wedged the big hard purple head of his cock into her tiny, soaked cunt mouth. He just held it there a moment, teasing her, and Stacy whimpered and twitched her ass impatiently.
"Come on, motherfucker," she laughed, "get it in there... or have you fallen asleep?"
"Not a chance," Mark chuckled. "Hang on, Sis... you're gonna get some cock right NOW."
He pushed hard into her, and Karen and Bill watched hungrily as his fat pink prick shot up his sister's tiny hair-fringed twat. Stacy moaned hoarsely and raised her cute little ass even higher to take his thrust. His swollen rosy balls came to rest against her pussy.
"OOOOO," Stacy howled. "Oh, YEAH... Now fuck me, Mark, fuck me hard..."
Mark seized her slim hips to steady himself and started balling her in deep swift strokes. His freckled face flushed with horny pleasure, and he grinned and panted. By now Stacy's lusty little box was so creamy that his thick meat made a very loud slurping noise as he reamed her.
Karen staggered back against Bill, dizzy with longing. Just as horny as she was, Bill slipped his arms around her and cupped her big melon-size breasts, squeezing them hungrily through the thin silky material of her nightgown.
"Oh, God, Bill," she whispered huskily, "I don't know what's come over me, but I feel so... so strange. I don't want to stop them just yet."
"I know," Bill said, his voice raspy with longing. "I feel the same way. Let's just stand here and watch for a while. The harm's already done anyway. We might as well let them finish."
He tugged Karen's flimsy nightgown down off her shoulders and breasts, and she didn't stop him. She wanted to feel his scorching hands on her naked tits. She stifled a moan of pleasure when she felt him cupping her big throbbing jugs, squeezing them almost painfully hard.
Bill pressed his body against hers, and she felt the long rigid line of his erect cock against her ass. She shuddered with excitement. She reached back, fumbled around, and finally touched his tented fly. She feverishly rubbed the rock-hard pulsing line of his cock, feeling its fierce heat through his pajamas.
"Baby, baby," Bill moaned.
Meanwhile Mark was working up a good sweat as he vigorously balled his little sister. He liked the canine position because he could watch his cock going in and out of her, watch how it stretched her little pink pussy lips and drove cleanly into her right up to his balls. It made him feel powerful and commanding.
Stacy helped out with her appreciative cries and the horny jerking of her hips and the furious hot creaming of her tight cock-stuffed cunt.
"Oh, yeah, Markie," she whined, "ball me, fuck meee... Shit, that's good... I love it..."
"Well, you're gonna get lots more, little sister, before his night's over," Mark panted. "I really dig balling you. Honestly, Stacy, we should have thought of this a long time ago..."
"I know," Stacy sighed, "I know..."
In one part of his mind Bill realized how scandalous and strange the scene was, he and Karen watching their adopted son and daughter fuck, getting hotly turned on themselves. Decent parents would have run right in there, pulled the kids apart and punished them severely. It was sick to just stand there and enjoy it.
Well, so it was sick. So he didn't want to be decent. To hell with it. He and Karen had been middle-class and decent all their married life, and what good had it done for them? They bored each other in bed -- that's what it had done for them.
Now, however, watching Mark lustily balling his kid sister, they were getting powerfully aroused. For the first time in years Bill found excitement in fondling and squeezing his wife's huge ripe tits. Karen groped hungrily for his cock, turned on to him for the first time since he could remember. Yes, this scene might be "sick" to other people, but it was doing his marriage a lot of good.
He lifted up the back of Karen's gown and shoved his hand between her legs. She moaned softly and ground her pussy eagerly down on his hand. Her slit was scorchingly hot and very wet, soaking his hand in an instant. Bill grinned in the darkness.
Karen leaned dizzily against his chest, her whole body aflame with lust. She wanted to do wild dirty things, and she didn't give a shit what the rest of the world might think. She slipped her hand inside the fly of his pajamas and grabbed his dick, pulling it out so she could play with it.
"Yeah, baby, frig me," Bill whispered eagerly.
"Play with me, too," Karen whimpered.
Bill's fingers tickled through her wet swollen snatch, and then she felt him grasping her hot aroused clit between his thumb and forefinger. He began to knead the fat little button, and she almost fainted with pleasure.
"Yes, darling, yes," she gasped, "keep doing that... It feels so good, Bill..."
She curled her fingers around his bloated stiff cock and began to pump it. Bill shook with pleasure. "Yeah, that's what I want," he whispered. "Pump my dick, baby..."
All the while they kept their eyes on the kids, their excitement reinforced and magnified by watching the handsome young brother and sister fucking dog-style. The kids were clearly having as much fun as their parents, humping away furiously, howling and gasping their pleasure. Mark's cock dripped with Stacy's hot pussy juice, and both kids were flushed and grinning.
"Get it in farther, Mark," Stacy howled, "deeper..."
"I'm up to my nuts already," Mark laughed. "I can't get any deeper."
"Oh, shit," Stacy whined.
She thrust her saucy little ass even higher into the air, allowing her brother to penetrate all the way to her tender womb. He battered her, fucked her roughly, but she got off on the weird combination of pleasure and pain.
Nobody could fuck like her handsome big brother. Mark was right, they should have thought of this long ago. Stacy joyfully tightened her strong young cunt muscles around his firm young prick, squeezing him, tugging him ever deeper into her insatiable, boiling box.
"Oh, wow, that's great, Sis," Mark whined. "Your cunt's so fuckin' tight... Oh, man, you're squeezing me... Far out..."
He'd had some beautiful and exciting women in his young life, but none of them could ball like his baby sister. He'd never fucked a cunt so exquisitely tight and muscular and gripping. He pounded her mercilessly, ramming his thick hard meat against her womb, knowing she loved it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Stacy chanted, "fuck me, big brother."
"You bet I will," Mark gasped. "I love your cunt, little, sister..."
The dirtier the kids' talk became, the more it aroused Karen and Bill. They swayed against each other, frigging each other furiously, trying to stifle their excited cries. Karen's hand flew up and down the stiff length of her husband's cock, Bill tugged and kneaded her soaked, throbbing clit. They hadn't been so hot for each other in years.
"Oh, God, Bill," Karen gasped, "I can't stand it another second. You've got to fuck me."
She dropped to her knees in the hallway, her slippery little clit escaping his hold. She wantonly threw her filmy nightgown up over her creamy round ass and opened her legs wide for him, adopting the posture of a bitch in heat. Even in the shadows Bill could see the bright trickle of cream from his wife's swollen hair-fringed cunt.
He quickly dropped his pajama bottoms down to his ankles and sank to his knees behind her. His cock weaved heavily, lewdly, in front of him, dripping hot juice. He seized Karen's trembling hips and feverishly maneuvered his swollen meat around in her slippery wet pussy.
At last he found her oozing steamy cunt mouth and eagerly split it with the huge knobby head of his cock. He thrust into her hard, penetrating her eager wet twat in one brutal thrust.
"Ooooo!" Karen howled.
She felt Bill's wonderfully long thick cock stuffing her hungry cunt. It felt marvelous. Bill moaned loudly as he worked his stiff meat up to her womb. They began to fuck like it was going to be rationed, fast and hard and furiously.
"Yes, darling, YES," Karen whined. "Oh, God, I love it..."
"You're so fucking hot in there," Bill sighed. "I want you, Karen."
Still they kept watching the kids. It increased their own excitement. Mark's slim butt was flying now, flashing whitely as he balled his squealing little sister.
Mark thought he heard a strange noise from the hall, but he was cool enough not to glance that way. He kept on fucking Stacy as if nothing had happened, but presently he took a peek out of the corner of his eye.
He couldn't believe what he saw, so he looked again. Far out -- Bill and Karen were out there watching them, so turned on that they'd started to fuck, too. Mark suppressed a snort of amusement. He could pretty much figure out what had happened.
"Stacy," he gasped, "Put your legs out straight. I wanta lie down on you."
His sister obeyed, always ready to experiment, but she didn't like the results. Mark's cock didn't get far into her this way.
"Hey, Mark," she complained, "this is no good. I want..."
"I know," he interrupted, whispering into her ear. "I just wanted to tell you something. Now, don't turn you head. Just take a peek into the hall."
Stacy obeyed, then stifled a giggle. "Oh, wow," she whispered to her brother, "too much. I bet they heard us and came to stop us, and then..."
"Yeah," Mark chuckled, "I bet that's how it was. Anyhow, Sis, we've got them right where we want them. If you see what I mean."
"Yeah," Stacy said wickedly, "I see what you mean. So bring me off, brother, and then we'll have some fun with them."
"Right on," said Mark.
He raised himself to his knees again and started balling Stacy harder then ever. The hot friction made both kids howl with pleasure. In moments he felt his little sister's cunt gripping him like a vise, and Stacy screeched as a giant climax rocked her body.
"Come in me, Mark," she howled, "come in meeee..."
Mark was more than ready to do so. They'd been balling for at least a half hour. He gasped as he shot his jism into his little sister's nipping box for the very first time. Dammit, she was a sweet piece of ass. He'd get back to her, but now he and Stacy had some very important business to take care of.
They rolled apart, panting, and Mark reached up and switched on the overhead light -- brightly illuminating both the bedroom and the hall.
Bill and Karen were caught in the glare of the light, stunned. They held quite still, Bill crouching over Karen, his cock thrust deep into her. They started at the kids.
Holding hands and grinning broadly, Mark and Stacy climbed off the bed and walked over to their new parents.
"Wow, Stacy," said the leering boy, "will you look at this? Uncle Bill and Aunt Karen are balling right here in the hall."
"Too much," said Stacy, smirking. "Why would they wanta do that?"
Bill groaned and drew his long stiff prick out of Karen's hot dripping box. Blushing furiously, he and Karen got to their feet and made feeble attempts to cover their crotches with their hands.
"Well, uh, this can be explained," Bill said lamely. "We don't want to talk about it right now, though. It's very late, and you kids ought to be asleep. In the morning..."
Mark and Stacy burst into loud laughter.
"Aw, come off it, Uncle Bill," said Mark. "Quit bullshitting us."
"Mark, your language!" Karen gasped.
"But that's what it is," Mark replied, "a load of bullshit. You guys are trying to pretend that nothing happened. But Stacy and I saw you, balling right here in the hall and watching us. Can you explain why that was happening?"
Bill and Karen exchanged sheepish glances. It was a terribly embarrassing situation. They were the parents of these kids, and they were supposed to give them an example of decent behavior. How in hell were they going to explain what had happened?
Stacy saved them the trouble.
Giggling, she said, "We know what you did. You heard us getting it on, right? And you came to stop us. Only you got turned on watching us, and you started to make out. Isn't that what happened?"
Still the adults couldn't answer. They felt too ashamed of themselves. They weren't sexually liberated like the kids, couldn't admit their own wicked thoughts. Bill and Karen hung their heads.
"Oh, shit, don't feel bad," said Mark. "We understand, and we think it's great. We got off on watching you, too."
"Oh, my God," Karen moaned, "this is awful."
"No, it's not," said Stacy, "it's wonderful. Now that we all know about each other, we can have fun together."
Karen gasped, and Bill said nervously, "Just what do you mean by that, young lady? What are you suggesting?"
Mark chuckled slyly. "Figure it out, Uncle," he said. "It's not hard, it is? Stacy means we can all get it on together, the four of us."
Karen swayed against Bill, too shocked to speak. Bill himself had to catch his breath before he replied.
"Mark," he said sternly, "you must be joking. We're your adopted parents. We can't go to bed with you."
"Why not?" said Stacy. "You already did. You fucked me, Uncle Bill, and Mark fucked Aunt Karen. So what's the big deal? Why can't we do it together?"
Karen and Bill simply couldn't believe what was happening. Their own son and daughter were asking them to form an orgy. It was unbelievable! They didn't know what to say.
"Hell, we're wasting time," said Mark. "Let's go to your room. That bed's big enough for everybody." He grabbed Karen's hand and led her down the hall. She was too stunned to resist.
"Come on, Uncle Bill," said Stacy, taking his hand. "You'll really dig this. It's a lot more fun with a group."
Bill staggered along with her, his mind completely blown. It had to be a dream! But Stacy's hot little hand was real enough.
CHAPTER NINE
Stacy and Mark led their new adoptive parents down the hall to the master bedroom with its king-size bed. The kids were excited but also a little nervous. It was very important that they do their job well tonight. If they failed, life with Bill and Karen could be a real bummer.
Mark led his aunt into the room and lit the bedside lamp. Karen just stood there, confused and befuddled, until the handsome blond boy reached for her nightgown. She gasped, caught his wrists, and stepped back.
"Mark, what are you doing?" she said in a shocked voice.
"I was gonna take your nightgown of f, Auntie," he laughed. "You don't wanta make love with your clothes on, do you?"
"I don't intend to make love," Karen snapped. Just then Stacy and Bill followed them into the room, and Karen said desperately, "Bill, what's going on here?"
Bill shook his head dizzily. "Honey, I'm not really sure," he said. "It's been a real crazy night. But I think the kids have got some notion about all of us making out together."
Karen's lovely face went beet red. "Well, count me out," she said. "I never heard of such a thing. What a terrible idea."
Mark and Stacy glanced at each other. Their uptight aunt was threatening to ruin everything.
Somehow they had to change her mind. Mark took Karen's hand and led her gently over to the bed.
He made her sit down, then sat beside her.
"Now, Aunt Karen," he said, "don't be a hypocrite. That's your worst fault, you know. You've already made it with me, and I bet you'd like to do it again, wouldn't you?"
Karen blushed and hung her head. "I don't want to talk about that," she said miserably.
"Okay, then I'll talk," said Mark. "I know you enjoyed balling me, and I'm sure you'd like to do it again. So what does it matter if we do it with Stacy and Bill watching? We're all friends."
"No," Karen said stubbornly, "I wouldn't dream of doing it in a group. Leave me out, please."
Mark looked helplessly at Stacy. The pretty blonde girl went into action, rubbing her hand teasingly over Bill's fly. He'd lost the huge hard-on he'd been using on his wife, but when he felt Stacy's hot little hand through his pajamas, he knew he could get it back again with very little trouble.
"Uncle Bill," Stacy purred, "you're not a hypocrite, are you? You liked doing it with me, didn't you?"
Bill flushed slightly, because Karen was listening, but he answered, "Of course I did, sweetheart."
"Then why can't we all do it together?" Stacy pleaded. "It'd be so much fun."
"I'm sure it would, honey," said Bill, "but we shouldn't force it on Karen if she doesn't want to. That's not right."
"Uncle Bill," said Mark, "I know I can change her mind, with a little help. I know just how to do it."
"What are you talking about, Mark?" Karen said nervously.
No one paid her any attention. The kids were intent on Bill's reply, and Bill was thinking.
He was thinking how excited he and Karen had gotten when they watched the kids make love, what a good fuck they were having till the kids caught them. They hadn't made love so well in years -- and it was the result of watching another couple.
He didn't want to go back to their old boring ways. That was no marriage at all, fucking maybe once a month and yawning all the way through it. No, here was a chance for him and Karen to put new life into their lovemaking, if only they had the courage to experiment, to try kinky new things.
Dammit, crazy as it sounded, those kids had the right idea.
"Just how do you propose to change her mind, Mark?" Bill said at last.
Mark grinned knowingly. "I know just how to turn her on," he said. "If you two would just hold her down while I get started, I can do the rest."
Bill hesitated. He didn't like to force Karen into this, knowing her hang ups and inhibitions. But wasn't it better than going back to their old ways, the boredom in bed? Yes, it had to be done for her own good.
"All right," said Bill. "Stacy, come on. We'll hold her down for Mark."
"My God, NO," Karen shrieked.
She'd been listening to the whole conversation, knowing what Mark had in mind, but never dreaming that Bill would cooperate. He must be out of his mind to go along with those dirty-minded little punks. To make love as a group, doing it with their own adopted son and daughter -- it was perverted, sick.
Karen leaped to her feet and started struggling and crying, but Bill and Mark wrestled her down onto the bed. "Stacy," Mark panted, "Get over here and get her nightgown off."
Stacy obeyed quickly, slipping Karen's flimsy nightgown down off her shoulders and arms, uncovering her huge wobbling breasts. The girl eyed those mammoth boobs enviously, hoping her own small tits would get that big someday.
Karen blushed in utter mortification as they all stared at her watermelon-size jugs. "Bill, for God's sake," she sobbed, "stop this. Don't do this to me."
Bill looked at her lovingly but firmly. "Honey," he said, "I thought carefully about it, and I decided it's for our own good."
Karen gawked at him. "I don't believe this," she said. "You must be crazy, all of you."
"Oh, no, Aunt Karen," Stacy said, smiling, "we think you're the one who's not playing with a full deck. You keep turning down all these chances to have fun. Don't worry, though. When Mark gets through with you, you'll see it in our way."
"Never," Karen said coldly.
Stacy shrugged and started puffing her aunt's nightgown down over the struggling woman's hips. Karen sobbed and protested, but Mark and Bill held her down, gawking hungrily at her body, while Stacy slipped the gown down over Karen's lush blonde muff. The golden curls sprang up and glistened in the soft light.
"Oh, no, please," Karen sobbed, aware of them all staring at her naked snatch.
"Honey, don't be ashamed of your body," Bill said soothingly. "You're beautiful."
"She sure is," Mark said earnestly.
Stacy agreed silently -- and enviously. Wow, those tits of hers were huge, each one as big as Stacy's head. And her muff was so pretty, thick and curly and golden, dwarfing Stacy's girlish snatch. Aunt Karen really was being silly. If Stacy had a body like that, she wouldn't hide it -- she'd flaunt it.
Stacy slipped the nightgown off over Karen's feet and tossed it out of the way. Mark said, "Okay, Sis, you help Uncle Bill hold her down, and I'll do the rest."
Stacy obeyed, sitting behind Karen on the bed, pressing down firmly on her aunt's silky shoulder. Bill held the other shoulder down. Mark seized Karen's long shapely legs and forced them apart. Her slit was lush and ripe and red. Mark eyed it hungrily.
"Oh, please," Karen sobbed, "don't... You three can do whatever you want together, I won't stop you. But leave me out of it."
Mark grinned and shook his head. "Uh-uh, Auntie, we need you," he said. "And you're gonna like it, just wait and see."
"It's for your own good, darling," Bill repeated.
Her own good? How could it be for her good, Karen thought bitterly, to be stripped naked before a leering audience, to have her most intimate parts exposed? She could have died of embarrassment. But that was nothing compared to what she had to endure next. She watched in honor as Mark lay down between her parted legs and thrust his freckled face into her crotch. She felt his stiff wet tongue on the swollen flesh of her slit. Oh, God, no -- he was going to eat her pussy in front of Stacy and Bill!
"Nooo," Karen wailed.
She struggled to get away from him, but her shoulders were pinned down and Mark was holding her legs. There was nothing she could do. Her face was scarlet with shame. She closed her eyes so as not to see the leering faces around her. She'd never forgive them for this, never.
There was a loud lewd sucking sound as Mark began to expertly eat his aunt's pussy. Bill watched in amazement and envy. He himself should have learned those tricks long ago. He might have held Karen's interest in bed if he'd known how to do that to her.
Mark began with the most sensitive organ of her body, her tiny red pulsing clit. He parted the golden-furred lips of her muff and exposed the little ripe bud, then tickled it with the tip of his tongue. He ran his tongue slowly, teasingly, around the tiny shaft. Karen's tall lush body quivered, but she made no sound.
What Mark was doing to her felt good, fantastically good. If they'd been alone together, she would have wailed and moaned with pleasure. But she was determined not to surrender to these people, not to join in their filthy orgy. She'd pretend she wasn't turned on, and then they'd have to let her go.
Bill and Stacy were surprised and disappointed when Karen didn't respond to Mark's expert sensual clit-licking. "She's not frigid, is she?" Stacy said, almost in disgust.
"Oh, no," said Bill, "far from it. But she's upset, honey, and embarrassed. She's never done anything like this before. Give her time."
Karen suppressed a bitter laugh. She'd need time, all right -- till Hell froze over. She would never show her lust in front of an audience. She was a decent woman, not a slut.
Mark tongued faster and faster on her tiny hot clit, tickling and lashing and lapping the tender wet bud, and Karen struggled not to show the searing pleasure that racked her body. Dammit, if only they'd been alone, she could have come by now. Mark was doing a fantastic job of eating her pussy.
She loved it -- but she'd die before she let them know it.
"Oh, wow, I can't believe this," Stacy said disgustedly. "Doesn't she have any feeling at all? Me, I would've come by now if somebody was eating my pussy like that."
Bill said nothing, but he was worried. Maybe Karen was frigid, maybe it was too late to save her.
But, no, she'd responded so wildly and passionately to his fucking out there in the hall.
What the hell was the matter with her now?
Nothing was the matter, if he'd only known it. Karen bit her lip to keep from screaming her pleasure as Mark's wicked talented tongue lashed and rimmed her sensitive hot clit. She managed to keep from making any sound or displaying any enjoyment on her face, but she couldn't stop the horny heavy creaming of her aroused pussy. She prayed Mark wouldn't notice it.
But he did. He could hardly help but notice that his face was drenched with her sizzling juice. He heard Stacy and Bill going on about how she must be frigid, and he could have laughed out loud. He knew different. He knew his beautiful aunt was having one helluva time hiding her fierce pleasure as he tongued her clit.
Well, he wasn't going to let her hide it. He was going to make her admit it in front of all of them. He was tired of her hypocrisy, tired of her bullshit -- not to mention the fact that she was delaying the party. He intended to get her so hot, she'd be telling the whole world how much she loved it.
"Noooo," Karen whimpered.
She felt Mark's wet tongue sliding off her thoroughly aroused erect clit and moving lower between her legs, down into the steamy folds of her swollen pussy lips. It felt so damned good, she could hardly control herself.
"What's he doing now?" Bill asked. "I can't see."
Stacy leaned over her aunt to look, then giggled. "He's sticking his tongue up her cunt," she said. "It that doesn't get her hot, nothing will."
Karen stiffened and braced herself. Stacy had unwittingly warmed her of what was to come. Then she felt Mark's thick rough tongue snaking into her hotly aroused cunt. Oh, God, the pleasure was almost too much! She bit her lip and creamed all over his face. His slick tongue thrust hard into her, all the way to the root. She wanted to wail with ecstasy.
Mark felt it all, felt her huge rush of cream, felt her hungry cunt tightening eagerly around his probing tongue. She loved it, he could tell -- but still the bitch wouldn't admit it, didn't make a sound.
He tried tongue-fucking her, lashing and sawing his slick wet tongue swiftly in and out of her burning box. Her cunt got fiery hot when he did that, she creamed buckets -- but, dammit, she still kept quiet and rigid, not indicating in any way the burning pleasure she must be feeling.
"S-stop," Karen whimpered, "please, no more..."
"Mark," Bill said disappointedly, "maybe you better stop. If she doesn't want it, it's not right to force her."
Without raising his face from Karen's steamy crotch, Mark vigorously shook his head. He had one more trick left, something he figured even Karen couldn't resist. He'd never tried it on her before, and he was glad he'd saved it, so he could take her by surprise.
Karen felt Mark's tongue slipping out of her gripping red-hot cunt. She hated to feel it leave, but on the other hand she wouldn't have to fight back her moans of pleasure. She thought he'd given up on her at last, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She'd won...
Then she felt his slick tongue suddenly thrusting deep into her asshole.
"Oooooo!" Karen wailed.
Her opulent body arched up sharply, and her frowning face changed to a mask of startled delight. Her white teeth were bared, her big nipple swollen with arousal. She moaned huskily, licked her lips. Cream poured from her nipping cunt.
"Wow, that really got to her," Stacy exclaimed. "What's he doing?"
"I can't see," Bill said, his voice high and excited. Mark was succeeding at last, thank God, but how? Bill craned his neck forward to see -- and blushed hotly. My God, the kid had his tongue right up Karen's ass.
"What is it, Uncle Bill?" Stacy said eagerly. "What's he doing to her?"
"Uh... uh," Bill stammered, "I, uh, can't really tell."
Stacy cocked an eyebrow at him, knowing he was lying. She leaned far forward and took a look for herself. Her brother was thrusting his tongue swiftly in and out of Karen's tight little bumhole. Stacy laughed delightedly. She knew how good THAT felt.
"Yeah, go, Mark," she cried, "lick her ass. That'll change her mind in a hurry."
Karen heard the girl's naughty words. She was well aware of that wicked dirty thing Mark was doing, thrusting his thick slick tongue right into her rectum, and she knew she should be shocked and repulsed by the whole scene.
But what she felt was the most stunning delicious pleasure of her whole life. My God, she would never have believed it, but having a tongue up her ass felt fantastically good.
Mark mischievously wormed his tongue around in his aunt's searing tight bumhole, lapping up her pungent juice. He knew she was going crazy with pleasure, and he intended to prolong his bum-tonguing till he blew her mind completely. He vowed that when this night ended, Karen was going to be a changed woman.
Karen knew what he was up to, and she fought against it with the last ounce of her strength and will power. "Nooo," she wailed, "oh, no, Mark, stop... That's filthy, disgusting... Ohhhh, God, please..."
She wasn't fooling anybody, not even her husband. Her lovely face was twisted in a horny leer, her voice husky with pleasure. Stacy and Bill could see the cream flooding from her hair-fringed box, soaking Mark's face. Karen obviously loved having her asshole tongued.
Bill had to hand it to the kid. Once he got over his shock at what Mark was doing, he had to admit it was a great idea. He could imagine how good it would feel to have someone's tongue up your ass, wickedly lapping and thrusting. No wonder Karen was losing her cool.
"Oooooo," Karen whined, "ahhhhh... My God, my God... I..."
Mark's tongue was very deep in her fiery bumhole, and she was trembling on the edge of orgasm. She couldn't disguise her pleasure any longer. She moaned helplessly as the boy probed and licked her aroused asshole. Then, to her intense disappointment, he suddenly withdrew his tongue.
Mark raised his cream soaked face from Karen's twitching wet pussy and gasped, "Turn her over, QUICK."
He wanted to catch her at the peak of her excitement, before she had a chance to tighten up again. Luckily Stacy and Bill obeyed at once, flipping Karen over onto her hands and knees before she knew what was happening.
"Okay, hold her," Mark said, and without losing a second, he wedged the fat purple head of his erect young cock into the tight wrinkled mouth of his aunt's bumhole.
The idea had come to him while he was probing her ass. He really wanted to get his cock into that deliciously tight searing hole. And since she liked his tongue so much, why not his prick? Mark had a lot of experience for a teenage boy, but he'd never cornholed a woman before. It was something he was eager to try.
Karen didn't know what was happening. They flipped her over, her ass up in the air, and then she felt Mark's hot sweaty hands on her hips. She figured he was going to fuck her dog-style, and she braced herself for it, but then she got a surprise.
Mark was pressing the thick hard head of his cock against her asshole, pushing, grunting...
It must be a mistake. Even Mark wouldn't do a wicked thing like that. Karen waited for him to slide his hard cock-head down to her dripping cunt-mouth -- but instead she felt it stretching the wrinkled hole of her anus, pushing thickly into her tight asshole.
"NOOOO," she screeched.
She tried to crawl forward, to get away from him, but Bill and Stacy held her firmly in place. She felt Mark's long thick cock stuffing her tiny bumhole, pushing deep into her bowels. To her utter surprise and shock, it felt GOOD.
"N-no, no," she whimpered, "take it out... You mustn't..."
But her protests were feeble, and when Mark began moving his cock in her, fucking her tight little ass, reaming it, she lost control of herself. The pleasure was just too great. She creamed helplessly and began to move her hips in time to his strokes, wanting him deep, deep inside her.
"Ummm," she whined, "oooo..."
"You like it, Auntie?" Mark panted. "Feel good?"
"Oh, God, YES," Karen whimpered. "Fuck my ass, Mark, darling... Don't stop..."
The others breathed a sigh of relief. At last Karen was one of them, freely admitting her lust, joining in the fun. It had been quite a struggle, but it looked as if they'd destroyed her inhibitions for good.
"You can let go of her tow," Mark chuckled. "She's through fighting."
Bill and Stacy let go of her shoulders, and Karen stayed right where she was, grinning lustily, moving her hips in horny jerks to take Mark's thick meat deep into her nipping asshole.
"Yes, darling, yesss," she purred, "keep doing it... It feels soooo good." Stacy dived for Bill's cock. She'd been wanting to suck it ever since they came into the bedroom, but she'd had to help with Karen. Her little twat was blazing and wet with need, and she was wildly horny from having to wait so long. It'd been torture sitting there and eying her uncle's fantastically long prick, unable to play with it.
So she didn't waste time. She shoved her face into Bill's lap and greedily stuffed his long sausage-like prick into her mouth. She began sucking on it ravenously, tickling it with her tongue, bathing it in her steamy spit.
"Hey!" Bill yelped. A look of horny ecstasy came over his face. "Oh, Christ, yes, honey," he moaned, "suck my cock... Yeah, yeah..."
Through glazed lusty eyes Karen saw her adopted daughter sucking Bill's prick, saw Bill getting a superb hungry blow job from another woman. For a second she blazed with jealousy -- but then it faded. Those feelings were all in the past. She had Mark's marvelous young prick jerking deliciously in her asshole, so she didn't have to be jealous.
It was a very liberating feeling. She and Bill could fuck these handsome youngsters and still love each other. That was certainly an improvement on their boring marriage. In fact she felt glad for Bill. She grinned at him, and he winked at her. "I bet that feels great, doesn't it, darling?" she said to him.
Bill nodded blissfully. "It sure as hell does," he sighed. "You think you could learn to do this, honey?"
Mark chuckled. "She already gives a damn fine blow job, Uncle Bill," he said. "She's sucked me off a few times."
Karen blushed, but Bill just grinned. "That's good news," he said. "I'll have to sample her work real soon."
He felt as loving toward Karen as she did toward him. He watched her lovely face as Mark buggered her, gad to see her so ecstatic. She clawed the bed in her excitement, moaning without shame.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Bill chuckled. "Does that feel good, honey?"
Karen sighed deeply. "Oh, Bill," she said, "I can't tell you how good it feels. It's just fantastic. We've got to try it sometime."
"You can bet we will," Bill said, "first chance we get."
He didn't say much more after that, because that little devil Stacy was sucking his cock so hard and fast, it was blowing his mind. His prick was erect and straining now in her mouth, butting her silky hot throat, and his balls were rubbing her chin.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," he chanted, "stick that meat... I'm gonna come, honey, can't hold it back..."
Karen watched as Bill howled with pleasure and began shooting his steamy load into Stacy's eagerly sucking mouth. The girl expertly swallowed all of it, not missing a drop, her throat working hungrily. She sucked Bill's squirting dick till he was whimpering with joy. Karen noted her niece's technique and vowed to imitate it.
Meanwhile Mark was working his swollen dick harder and harder in her asshole, and in another moment she felt herself starting to come. She moaned blissfully as her body began to spasm. Mark felt her already narrow asshole closing tightly, wetly, around his swollen cock.
"Aw, shit, YEAH," he yelped, "I'm coming! Ahhhhh...!"
He shot his steamy jism deep into her bowels, and Karen took it happily, moaning, sighing. When he finally rolled off her, she blushed and laughed. She certainly had behaved shamelessly tonight -- but it no longer bothered her.
"Well, Aunt Karen," Stacy said impishly, "have you changed your mind? Do you see it our way now?"
"Yes, I do," Karen, said shyly but sincerely. "I think this is going to save our marriage. That is, if you kids don't mind making it with a pair of old codgers like us."
Stacy eyed her uncle's long thick cock, and Mark cupped his aunt's huge hot tits. "We don't mind," he said earnestly. "We don't mind at all..."
