In the usual plan of things, marriage and children are a common, desirable pattern of growing up in society-of growing as humans and individuals. But in this book, the pattern is shattered-and whether for good or bad, it is for you, the reader, to decide.
What happens when a brother and sister fall in love and decide to marry and have children . . . all carefully hidden from the rules of society that prohibit such behavior?
The author of this book suspects that incest becomes more ingrown. That the burden of such a secret creates a condition outside of the reach of society.
This book is about a family which is, in the purest sense, incestuous. That the feeling persists that by keeping their sex within the family, confined to their own blood, even for procreation, that a state of innocence exists. Indeed, it is as if the participants are still, in a technical sense of the word, virgins.
It is presumed that this novel is fantasy. But it does not do to presume too far-for the roots of fantasy are in reality and the evidence is strong that many people satisfy their sexual needs within their own family structure.
-THE PUBLISHER
PROLOGUE
There was excitement in the air that day. The moment they all awoke, they tingled with anticipation. This was the big day. This was the fifteenth birthday of the triplets, Cassandra (Cassie), Alessandra (All), and Sandra (Sandy). This was the day the whole family had waited for, looking forward eagerly, for now, as far as everyone else in the family was concerned, the girls were the right age and ready to be initiated.
It wasn't a huge family, though little by little it was getting larger. To begin with, there were grandpa and grandma. Grandpa Ron Kress was only fifty-two years old. Grandma Arlene Kress was fifty-one. Kress hadn't been their real name, but when they'd come from the mid-west to Middle Island they'd decided to use the name. That had been thirty-three years earlier.
Ron Kress didn't look his fifty-two years. On the contrary, he didn't look like he was much beyond forty. He wasn't muscular, but neither was he fat. He had a pleasant, now-lightly-lined face, with an engaging smile. His black hair had streaks of white running through it now, and he wore glasses perched on his short, narrow nose so his brown eyes could read.
Arlene Kress had been Ron's born sister, and that was why they'd changed their name when coming to Middle Island from their own mid-western city. She had long, natural-blonde tresses, with a round, babyish face she hadn't been able to lose. She also had a short nose, thin lips, and a warm smile. And her eyes, like those of her husband-brother, were also brown.
Between them, Ron and Arlene had manufactured Jour children, two boys and two girls. Both boys were older than the girls, and by the time the boys were twelve, Arlene had bedded down with both of them, teaching them the glories of motherly fucking. Ron, not the least bit bothered, had waited until his daughters reached the age of fifteen, one at a time, and had copped their cherries, after which the family had enjoyed regular round-robin fucking sessions. Both the boys and the girls were encouraged to sleep with others outside the family, but eventually they all came back, preferring their own intimate little group to anything they could find elsewhere. And so the two brothers had married their two sisters.
Jerry, the older brother, had married Hilda, the younger sister, while Gary, the younger brother, had married Maxine, the older sister. Both were legal marriages since their true relationships were never disclosed either to the marriage license bureau or the Justice of the Peace who eventually married them. The reason the oldest brother had married his younger sister was simple. Gary, the younger brother, was only a year older than Maxine, the older sister, and the two of them were much closer in the beginning than they were to their other brother and sister.
Maxine, who was tall, with auburn hair and freckles, had conceived first, and she had given birth to a son. No one knew who had actually sired the boy because her father and her other brother were still sleeping with her, as was her brother-husband. Her father had been sterilized, but both brothers were very fertile. Not that it much mattered, since their family love was very strong. And despite warnings about feeble-mindedness occurring in families such as theirs, all of Ron's and Arlene's children and grandchildren got above-average grades in school, and had higher I.Q.'s than their fellow students.
Less than a year after Maxine had given birth, Hilda had borne the triplets, and then a half year after that, Maxine had given birth to one more son. From the time the three girls were eleven years old, they not only sensed what was going on between their parents and grandparents (and uncle and aunt), but became jealous of their two male cousins, Joe and Fred, since both were also participating, while they, because they were females, were ordered to wait until they were fifteen. By the time they were fourteen, they were allowed to observe the various proceedings. Each would know exactly what was happening, how to react, and how to perform.
But the day had finally arrived. Their fifteenth birthday. It was a glorious June day, nice and warm, and all three were anxious to become part of the family fun, eventually marrying their male cousins. And if there were only two males, so what? Didn't all the men fuck all the women constantly?
It was Grandpa Ron who was enjoying things the most, though. He felt no shame at having fucked his own sister, his daughters, and now looked forward to screwing all three grand-daughters, hoping he would live long enough and be strong enough to eventually fuck a great-grand-daughter. What a life it had been. What a life.
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CHAPTER ONE
Ron and Arlene Kress, with different last names, had been born into an almost puritanical household. Their father let them know early in their young lives about all the do's and don'ts of life as he saw it. But even he, with his iron self-control, was tremendously oversexed. Unfortunately, the only means of contraception in those days was a hard, thick, condom, which made fucking both uncomfortable and almost unpleasant. Therefore, despite all his fervid ardor in following his religious beliefs, the one sin from which he could not refrain was oral-genital sex.
The family lived in a four-room house, which meant the two children had to share the same bedroom. But their father was so certain of the beliefs ingrained in himself, that he felt positive both children felt equally devout. And for the first sixteen years of young Ron's life, he truly followed what his father taught.
The bible said something about it being a sin to lay with one's own mother, sister, or daughter. But Ron, for all his sixteen years, had no idea what "lay" meant, until his father took him aside one day and explained it to him. Even then, despite having a strong urge to use his penis, Ron was unaware of what to do or how to do it. Besides, according to his father, "laying" with a woman always resulted in getting her pregnant.
The years had made his sister, Arlene, blossom into a lovely young girl. And hot as he felt staring at other young girls, Arlene's proximity soon made him lust for her even more. And what was more, from the looks in her eyes, he knew she felt aroused looking at him.
The turning point in their lives occurred when Arlene got sick. It was a strong fever, and the doctor advised taking her to a hospital. Her mother refused, insisting she could take good care of her daughter. She dragged a mattress into her bedroom and had Arlene sleep on it while she recovered. This way, day or night, the mother had her daughter near her and could observe her.
The fever eventually broke, and the mother insisted Arlene remain in her bedroom at least three more nights. It was on the third night that Arlene's father, no longer able to remain continent, decided to crawl beneath the covers and lick his wife's cunt. He did so lustily, the covers fell off, and Arlene, who was on the floor on the other side of the bed, was able to peer over the top of the mattress and see what her father was doing. Then she watched her mother take her father's long, hard meaty protrusion in her own mouth and suck on it until the man jetted what seemed like gallons of white, thick cream down her mother's throat. Some of it seeped out of the sides of her mouth and her mother licked it all up, smacking her lips.
Arlene became jealous of her mother at that point. She could see the look on the older woman's face first when her mother was being eaten, and later, when she was sucking on her father's thing. The woman had thoroughly enjoyed herself, both times. And when she drank that white cream she looked like she was in heaven. Arlene wanted to do that more than anything else in the world. And there was no way she would be allowed near a strange man, or near her father, for that matter.
Sinking back to the floor mattress, she silently sighed. And then she remembered how her brother would look at her and turned a bright red whenever he saw she noticed him looking. Not that either one had ever gotten undressed before the other, but there were times when her full length night dress would press against her figure and she knew he'd be staring at the way her breasts pushed the gown out.
So it was, the following night, when she returned to her own bed, she waited for her brother to come into the room, and called him over to her.
"Sit here," she pleaded, patting the side of the bed.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked. "I've been so worried about you."
"Did you miss me very much?" she wanted to know.
"Terribly," he admitted.
"Do you love me, Ron?"
"More than anyone else in the world," he acknowledged.
"Would you like to lay with me."
"Hush! You're my sister. How can you even think that way?"
"Because I love you, and I want to be with you."
"Arlene, it isn't right."
"Who says it isn't right? No, don't throw a lot of Bible quotes at me. Don't tell me what father spouts. I want to know how you feel inside."
"You know how I feel," he answered, hanging his head.
"Tell me. I want to hear the words."
"Arlene, don't make me say such sinful things."
"Ron, there must always be honesty between us. If I bore you, you must tell me. If I nag you, you must let me know. But don't talk to me about sin, because I love you with all my heart, and I know it can't be a sin for me to want you in a carnal way because I love you as I do."
She reached up to touch him, and Ron, unable to help himself, bent his head down and kissed her. It was a long, hot, smoldering kiss, and without realizing it, he was plunging his tongue deep into her throat. He felt her suck on it, chew on it, and lick it, and it made him all hot and bothered inside.
Her hand slowly moved from his chest down his stomach to his lap. The palm rubbed across the head of a very stiff penis, and she felt him jump when she touched him there, but she would not let him pull away.
"No, Ron," she murmured. "If you love me, really love me, then you must let me see it."
"Arlene, I do love you, but.. . "
"Ron . . . no more about sin. If I have to commit a sin, let it be with you, because any sin will be tempered by the strong love we feel for one another. Last night I watched mother and father in their bed. I saw what they did and how they did it, and both of them went crazy for one another. And what they did they did in such a way mom can't have any babies. And after all, how does anyone discover the sins of others? By seeing a woman start to swell. We can avoid it, Ron. We can avoid it and make love to one another and enjoy each other. You want me, Ron. I know it. I've always known it. Don't hold it back any longer. Let me see your thing."
"It's called a penis," he murmured, feeling her fingers undo his trouser buttons.
"It's called a lot of other things," she smiled. "I know. I've heard boys talking when they thought I couldn't overhear them. They called it a cock and a prick and a pecker, and a lot of other names. Just like they called my hole a cunt and a pussy and so many other things. Let's be honest, Ron. Let's always be honest."
He sat there, caressing her face and running his fingers through her hair as her hand delved into his fly and pulled out his stiff, throbbing phallus.
"Oh, Ron," she breathed, lightly rubbing it. "It's beautiful. It's bigger than dad's, and even thicker. I know, because I saw him last night, and it can't compare to yours."
He was trembling, and the touch of her dancing fingers, lightly running over his turgid prong, made him lose all self-control. He couldn't hold himself back. He tried pulling away, but her hand now clutched him tightly and she could feel the pressure coming from the back of his penis, rising swiftly to the top. Before he could stand or do anything else, her head rose and her mouth opened wide as it swallowed his purple, penial tip. The warm, throbbing meat, pressing against her tongue tasted like ambrosia. Her lips clamped solidly around the flanged corona, sensing the difference between it and the texture of the solid shaft below. And then the hot, gooey, white cream was spurting into her throat. The delicious, wonderful, savory liquid was spurting heavily into her oral orifice, lining her inner cheeks, her throat, the roof of her mouth, and most important of all, her tongue, with its warm, creamy deliciousness.
Ron, astounded at seeing his sister go down on him, felt an unparalleled thrill at her mouth sucking and nursing of his cock. He wanted to pull away, to stop her, to order her not to do it, but God, it felt so damn good. It felt so unbelievably fantastic. Without realizing it, his hands were resting on the back of her blonde head and he was pushing her face lower into his lap. Her come-soaked tongue was rubbing up and down on the underside of his twitching pecker, sending electric needles of thrilling fascination through him.
"God!" he whispered. "Arlene, I love you, I love you. Oh, sweet sister, I don't know what it is you're doing, but it feels so delightful."
Her mouth remained stuck to his shrinking phallus, sucking strongly, trying to pull more and more of the deliciousness from him, not content with the quantity she'd already swallowed. Finally, when she understood there was no more to be had, she released his shrunken meat, then lay back with her head on the pillow, whispering, "See how much I love you, Ron."
"I never thought anyone could feel that good," he murmured, putting his penis away.
"Get undressed, get into bed, and later on, when you feel up to it, maybe you'll do the same thing for me," she told him.
"I love you, Arlene, but I don't know if I could ever get myself to do anything like that."
"Just try it, Ron. Daddy did it to ma, and he loved doing it. You will, too. Just give it a chance. If you don't like it, you don't have to keep on doing it."
"Jesus, but I love you more than ever," he told her.
He went to the bathroom where he got undressed and into his pajamas, and then came back to bed. His bed was across the small room from that of his sister. He lay there, his emotions in a turmoil. He felt rested and good because of what she'd done, yet his father had always expounded on the sins of the flesh, especially with one's own kin. Yet his father, according to
Arlene, had let his mother do to him what Arlene had done to his own cock.
And, according to Arlene, his mother had let his father put his face between her thighs. And his father had been more than willing to do it. One thing was certain: Arlene was right when she said no one would discover what they were doing because of pregnancy. There was no way he could make her pregnant this way. Besides, he loved her. He really loved her. He wanted to bury his firm, hot, creaming prick deep into her juicy pussy, right up to the hilt.
He fell asleep for a short time, and when he opened his eyes the rest of the house was dark. He could hear the faintest sounds coming from his parents' bedroom. He'd heard the sounds many nights before, but had never been able to figure out what his parents were doing. Tonight, he knew what they were doing. He pressed his ear to the wall and could barely hear his mother squealing, saying, "Eat me, eat me!"
Yes, his father was in there now, licking his mother's pussy. Well, hell, if it was good enough for his mother to feel, and if his father liked doing it so much, then he, being his father's son would undoubtedly like it just as much, especially when the pussy belonged to his wonderful Arlene.
Getting out of bed, he crossed the room to his sister's bed. She lay there quietly, and at first he thought she was asleep.
"Arlene," he whispered, his lips near her ear.
"I'm awake," she replied.
"I love you, Arlene," he told her, getting under the covers next to her.
"I know," she responded, feeling a tingling as his fingers slipped under her night dress and began sliding up her leg. She shivered, and it thrilled him to know he was causing the sensations inside her.
His hand moved higher, past her knee, feeling the warmth of her firm inner thigh. His lips pressed lightly on hers, and then both mouths opened and their tongues dueled silently, fighting from one mouth to the other, sliding back and forth as his palm slid higher, rubbing the solid pillar of her loin. Her legs were widely parted, eagerly awaiting the touch of his fingers on her honeyed cuntlips. And then his fingertips were there. She kissed him all the harder, breathing heavily as his fingers pressed against the poutiness of her outward-swelling labia. He could feel the wispy, short, tight blonde curls ringing her pussy, and she bucked trying to force her body against his fingers so he could slide them into her.
With her own hands she managed to work her night dress up and yanked it over her head, letting it fall on the floor. Her breasts rose in the moonlight, two alabaster mounds of creaminess, each topped with a rich, red cherry-like nipple and a perfect, circular splash of pinkness two inches in diameter.
"You're even more beautiful than I thought," he whispered, his breath hot and heavy on her body.
Her nipples seemed to swell as he whispered, hardening and growing until they were beacons in the moonlight falling across her body from the nearby window. He lowered his head and kissed one breast, feeling the nipple throb and swell between his lips. With his mouth still on it, he let his tongue lick across it, feeling the smooth leathery feeling of his sister's flesh as it kept on enlarging. His head rested on her other full breast, feeling the spiky nipple rub against his cheek.
Arlene groaned softly, thrilling to the way her brother's lips pulled on her swollen nipple. She caught her breath as his fingers pressed inexpertly against the leaking seam between her convex cuntlips, trying to pry them apart. And then a poking forefinger separated her labia and blundered into her, and she gasped.
"Are you all right?" he whispered, taking his lips from her nipple.
"Oh yes," she sighed, and with her hand pushed his head back down again. His mouth opened wide and engulfed the full, solid meaty richness of her white orb, sucking the delicate, sensitive, nail of upstanding flesh to the back of his hungry throat where it slid back and forth.
His teeth began biting lightly nipping her flesh as his forefinger continued pushing, trying to worm its way deeper into her. She was a natural lubricator, and her seething hole was sopping wet, making it a bit easier to push his finger into her bouncing, writhing fuck-hole. He pushed a bit more and felt her flaming cauldron suck his finger in a bit more, surrounding it with all the vaginal walls, gripping it tightly. He could feel her heavy outpourings of slithery liquid, greasing the way for him and making the entrance of his finger considerably easier.
And then he felt something blocking the way and knew his finger could go no deeper. She even started a bit when he touched it, letting him know she'd felt something other than the joyful exuberance she'd been enjoying before.
Quickly he pulled his finger back and forth. He wouldn't cause her pain for any reason, not even by accident.
Her hands were pushing his head now, directing him to release her full tit and move lower. At first he didn't understand, and after letting her tit fall from his mouth, he began sucking on her flesh, lightly biting and nibbling, carefully licking with his tongue as his lips moved lower and lower. It was when he felt the light fuzz of her blonde pelvic hedge rubbing his chin that he first realized where he was. For a moment he was ready to pull away, then the delicate aroma of her wet cunt reached up and filled his nostrils. It was a heady, aromatic scent, and he decided he liked it, especially since it was the very essence of his beloved sister.
He moved a little lower, letting his tongue wash across her pelvis and move through the light blonde thicket. He kissed her there a few times, paused to remove two loose hairs, then took a deep breath and let his face sink between her full white thighs, pushing his nose and mouth between the parted pussylips, licking the sweet stickiness with his tongue, pulling it into his mouth and savoring the syrupiness of her natural flavor. His tongue felt as if it were sinking into a blazing, flaming chamber, with lava-like liquid dripping into his mouth.
Arlene had her fist crammed into her mouth to keep from squealing out loud. The sensations of her brother's tongue lapping up and down, sloughing through her blistering channel, licking wildly now, drinking every bit of natural syrup inside her was a thrilling prickle she had been unable to begin to guess the feel of previously. Now she understood why her mother had looked so thrilled when her father's tongue had slurped through her cunt.
Most important, Ron was enjoying it. He licked hungrily, as if he couldn't get enough of whatever fluid was coming out of her. She was only sorry her body wasn't able to produce a white cream similar to that which she drank from him. He would never know how absolutely delectable the fluid tasted.
Ron licked out greater and greater quantities of the seething, colorless liquid, trying to gorge himself with it, not being able to sate himself. Her thighs had long ago closed around his head, locking his face against her sopping slash. He licked and lapped, and as she bounced, he feared her movement might eventually become noisy, and so he cushioned her asscheeks with the palms of his hands, squeezing them to hold her firmly in place. He squeezed, feeling the hard, cushion-like flesh of her asscheeks yield to the pressure of his fingers.
This was absolutely delightful. He had never dreamed sucking a pussy could be so tasty. He had heard some of his friends talk about it, but had thought all of them to be sick to even contemplate such a thing. They had talked about how much they'd love to drink at this one's hole or that one's snatch. He had said nothing, yet here he was, sucking at the most delectable twat of them all. It was his sister's raw, liquid-filled center, and it was the best one of all.
He tried pushing his face deeper, wanting his far-reaching tongue to touch that tissue barrier he'd felt stop his finger, earlier. But his tongue was nowhere long enough. It didn't stop him from trying, though. His tongue slurped in again and again, each time trying to sink a little deeper. His eyelids, cheeks, and jaws were soaking with the stickiness she'd emitted.
A coolness passed across his groin and he suddenly realized he had a full, king sized hard-on, and it was sticking out of his pajama bottom. He ignored it for the moment. His sole concern was the eating out of his sister's delicious pussy. He could feed at this trough forever. Had his sister not been weak from her bout with the fever, he probably would have gone on teasing and tantalizing her.
He noticed the little fleshy extension at the top of her wet split, and now let his tongue roam across it. Her entire body tightened, letting him know it was as sensitive as, if not more sensitive than her ruby nippies. He pressed the flat of his tongue against it and rubbed up and down, feeling her body start bouncing, matching his oral rhythm. Her breathing became heavier, and she leaped again when he let a finger slide into the hole his tongue had only just vacated.
It was quite by accident that he discovered her next sensitive spot. With only one hand to hold her buttocks in place, he had to spread his fingers widely apart, and suddenly his forefinger was pressing against her anal orifice. She didn't seem to notice it at first, but when he licked her clitoris and pushed his finger into her teeming cunt, she bounced straight up, then down, very hard. And all of a sudden his forefinger was into her rectum, buried to the first knuckle. And her tight little asshole closed around it, refusing to let him pull it out. When he wiggled it around he only succeeded in making her buck all the more, driving it further in.
"Yesssss," she hissed. "That feels so perfect. Don't take that finger out, either." She bounced until he thought her ass, battering the mattress, would be heard in the next county, much less in the next room. But only he could hear it.
His face sank deep into her womanly cleft, sucking, his tongue knifing into her tight, virginal channel again and again, rubbing a different wall each time, complementing the finger also pressed inside. And then his tongue would return to the twitching little button, making her twist and silently groan as it pressed and rubbed hard against it.
"Ron," she muttered, "I'm coming. I'm coming. I can feel it working inside me. Don't stop now, don't stop, for God's sake, don't stop."
And then Arlene began the first of her endless horizontal twists, spinning from side to side as she bucked up and down again and again, her thighs totally surrounding his face and working hand while her asscheeks tightly clutched the finger of the other hand.
Sensing her need, he flicked his tongue through her feminine passageways all the more quickly, rubbing her swollen clitoris with crushing pressure, feeling it enlarge a bit more. And then, just when he thought her thighs could grip no more tightly, they put such pressure on his skull he thought his cranium would splinter, crack and shatter. Her rectal canal swallowed his finger all the way in and her entire body tensed as she began wildly spasming, shooting one splash of pussy liquid after another into his gobbling mouth, letting him drink his fill of the nectar she was spilling out of her.
Her hands were grabbing his hair, pulling his head out from the heavenly furrow.
"No more," she whispered. "No more. I can't take it. It's too much. I'm too sensitive down there, now."
"God, but you taste so delightful," he murmured into her ear. "I never thought anything could be so good."
"Look!" she whispered, pointing to his solid length, sticking out from the hole in his pajama bottom. "Let me suck it again. You'll take a little longer to climax this time, and we can both get something out of it."
"You sure you want to?" he asked.
"God, yes. Ron, I enjoy sucking you as much as I liked being kissed in my cunt by you. I'd like to make you come one more time. Then we can both sleep peacefully."
"We have to do this during the day," he whispered. "I want to be able to see every bit of your lovely cunt."
"I know," she nodded. "I know. And I want to look at every inch of your cock. God, it muct be close to seven inches long."
"You talk like there's a ruler in your mouth," he joked, and she quietly giggled, saying, "Maybe there is. Let's find out."
So he pulled off his pajama bottom, it was a brand-new thing and not like the old fashioned nightshirt his father wore. Then he lay back on her bed, his thighs wide open, and she got up on her knees and stared at the pulsing tool, stiffly erect in the soft white moonlight. She could see the many veins winding their way around it, giving it a knotted appearance though the flesh had felt smooth to her mouth. Now, too, she could see the hairy, wrinkled sac containing his testicles, and she hefted the jewels, one at a time, watching the way they rolled about inside the leathery container.
The helmet-shaped crown on the top of the staff, appeared almost military and commanding. It had a tiny hole in it, and she could see the oily seepage flooding out, covering the phallic point again and again, giving it a shine Johnson's Wax could never hope to equal.
This time she approached her brother's pecker slowly, placing her tongue at its base, letting it lick its way very slowly up, making sure to curl around the staff again and again, not missing a fraction of an inch. The hard penis throbbed and pounded, thrilling her tongue as she tasted the vibrations.
As she neared the rim of the purple head, she could taste the colorless liquid dripping down. Knowing what it was like, she relished it all the more this time, sucking at it, in effect kissing his rocklike prick. And then her lips were on top, sucking out more and more of the oily substance, drinking it as avidly as he had swallowed her secretions only minutes before. Her tongue probed the tip, licking strongly, causing more fluid to come out. And when her tongue pressed the underside where the glans was joined to the rest of him, it took all his strength not to yell. Her lips tightened in a firm, hard, unyielding ring of pliant flesh, while her tongue continued rubbing hard, causing sparkling, tantalizing excitement to tingle inside him. The smooth prickliness of that hard-pressuring tongue sent a million pinpoints of blazing electricity searing through the pores of his solid ramrod.
Ron wasn't the only one receiving pleasure. Arlene savored the hot, steely cylinder in the confines of her mouth, thrilling to the way it slid back and forth across her tongue, running from the back of her mouth to the front, and then returning. She enjoyed the knottiness of the sponge-like glans, thriving on the wonderful taste of the colorless liquid endlessly being secreted into her throat. Now she was able to feel the full length of her brother's steaming cock as it powered into her mouth again and again, trying to plunge a bit deeper every time. She could feel it where her throat began constricting, then forced herself to relax, letting more and more of the thick, hot tube ease its way into her throat. At first she thought she might choke and even strangle to death, but what better way to die than to bring complete and total sensual gratification to her brother, whom she loved more than life.
But she didn't die, and after a few seconds lost the desire to choke or even cough. The thick, swollen log of cock continued making inroads deeper and deeper into her esophagus, and Arlene felt a new 'lan inside her each time he rammed it forward, letting her engulf as much of the penial point as she could with her throat.
Having come earlier, Ron no longer felt that uncontrollable, overpowering need to instantly blast off. Now he could savor the wet, heavy warmth of his sister's mouth. Now he could take pleasure in the enjoyment of her lusting mouth, feeling how much enjoyment she was getting from sucking, and therefore able to thrill to the beatitude of her zealous ministrations.
His inrushing-outpulling-inrushing prick was no longer a part of him, it was all of him. His entire self was concentrated solely in his throbbing extension of himself. His mouth was a natural container, a sans souci of enchanting fermentation, a chamber of erotic, exotic felicity.
And to Arlene, his roiling cock meat was the total essence of utter fulfillment. She sucked avidly, pulling with her tongue and lips, even letting her teeth bite into his hardness, hoping she was causing some small amount of pain to mingle with his pleasure, knowing the little bit of hurt would only enhance the summum bonum; the total overall happiness weaving its way through his body. Feeling its stiffness vacillate in her greedy mouth, she shuddered with thrilling satisfaction, knowing she was doing so wonderful a job.
Involuntarily his hands went to her blonde head, pushing down and forcing her mouth lower, keeping her from coming up as high as she'd hoped.
"My God!" he murmured. "How is it possible for a man to feel so fantastic? How can I believe this is all real?"
Down her bobbing head plunged again, sucking strongly, tasting the rich flavor of his thick meat, savoring the colorless ointment continually pouring out, coating the back of her tongue and the softness of her throat, making the plunging passage of his pistoning cock even smoother. And the fact her heart was so filled with love for her brother made Arlene enjoy it more with every inward thrust.
Her hands reached down and took a firm grip on his buttocks. Even as her head, limited in its movement by his pressing hands, still pumped up and down, she recalled how enjoyable his finger had felt plunged all the way into her anal chamber. So she moved her hands allowing her own left forefinger to press against the puckered brown entrance to her brother's tight rectum. The anus was dry, and she purposely let some of her saliva fall from her mouth and soak his pelvis so she could rub her finger in it before trying again. She coated her finger more than six times, applying the natural, oral lubricant to his asshole, and then her finger was slowly making its way inside, pushing against the tight rim of resistant, rubbery flesh. In it went, deeper and deeper, and he began shuddering violently, now jamming her head up and down on his wand.
The little pulsation at the base of his pecker let her know he was all ready to shoot again, and she felt a minor orgasm just knowing she would taste that salty-sweetness again. The baton stiffened, and then he was coming, shooting as strongly as before, filling her mouth with the passion-fluid of his body.
The nectar of the gods could never taste this good. It was mead, honey, syrup, and balm all together. It filled her mouth with its hot gushing, slowly seeping down her throat as she kept savoring the flavor of the juicy fluid, letting it slide over every part of her tongue. It coated her throat with its warmth, a delicious treat as it salved and soothed that part of her gullet rasped by the heaviness of his fleshy protrusion. The rewarding ointment covered the inflamed, frictioned parts of her throat, and where there had been pleasure before in the mere act of performing, so now there was a greater thrill in receiving the libation pouring from his cock. The Staff of Life was embedded in her mouth, giving her an ultimate, thrilling sensation as it warmly filled her belly.
To Ron there could be no greater pleasure on earth, feeling his sister's overeager, hot, hungering mouth drain the contents of his brazen cock as her tongue swirled all around the underside, its tender, delicate, sensitive probing drawing out every last bit of cream from inside his straining balls. The sac still rested in her hot hand, and she was lightly squeezing it, making sure every last drop of pearly seed came bubbling forth. The experience was one of ultimate, utter fulfillments, as one electric sensation followed another, like alternating current zigzagging through his body.
It was the most unbelievable feeling he'd ever known. There were no words to describe it, and as he finally left his sister's bed and returned to his own, sleep immediately engulfed both of them.
CHAPTER TWO
A pang of guilt ate away at Ron the next week, though Arlene was a supremely satisfied female, knowing she'd given as good as she'd got, and sooner or later her brother would come seeking more. She'd made the first move. Now it was up to him, as the man, to carry on. And she knew he would eventually do as she wished.
Ron was curious as to whether the ultimate sensations he'd felt were a result of the fellating itself, or the result of it being his sister who fellated him. There would be only one way to find out, and he discussed it with Arlene, almost two weeks after their glorious night together.
"Just what is it you want to do?" she asked.
"I want to learn if we enjoyed what we enjoyed because it happened between the two of us, or if we'd enjoy it with others, as well."
"So?"
"So we have to do the same thing with another. I with another girl, you with another boy. If the feelings are the same, it means we must stop playing with another, and that we must sin no more."
"But what if the sensations are not as good?" his sister asked.
"Then we'll know that carnal sin, as has been explained to us, is a sin solely in the minds of certain men."
"I want more than that," she told him.
"What do you wish?" he wanted to know.
"If you eventually acknowledge that what we do is so good because it occurs between the two of us, I want to have you permanently, not just as my brother, but as my husband, as well."
"It would be a logical step, assuming we can find no equal satisfaction with others."
"Then let's make it a true test. To sleep with one other girl might mean nothing to you. You must enjoy three other women, and I must be with three other men. If we do not find equal satisfaction with all three, then we must cling to one another."
"You won't let any of them penetrate your vagina, will you?"
"Not unless you find so much satisfaction with one or more of the three girls with whom you go that you refuse to return to me."
"That's fair," he nodded. "Now it only remains for me to find three girls who are willing to do with me what you did."
"I don't think either of us will have much of a problem in that respect," she explained. "I have many girl friends, most of whom are working in factories during the day, where coarse, grubby men are always propositioning them. They can't afford to go to school. Their parents need them to help support the family.
But their Sundays are all theirs. Many of them don't go to church anymore, even if their parents do. Would you be willing to miss church for three Sundays?"
"I don't actually have to miss church. I can go with you, mother and father, and tell father I wish to sit with my friends toward the rear. They'll cover for me."
"They'll have to cover for two of you, for I want to select three of your best friends, and I will go off with them, one each week, and discover whether it's the fucking which makes me feel so satisfied, or he with whom I am doing it."
Ron felt a pang of jealousy. He didn't want to share his sister with anyone, but he realized what she said made sense. If both felt equally aroused and satisfied with someone else, they would have to stop what they had done with one another.
The first girl Arlene spoke to was a redhead named Myra, who, like Arlene, had never been touched by a man because of a fear of pregnancy. But when Arlene told her what she'd seen her parents doing, Myra admitted to a certain curiosity and a willingness to try the same thing with Ron, to whom she felt strongly attracted.
So the following Sunday, after he'd entered church with his parents, Ron went to sit with his friends, all of whom he'd briefed in advance about everything except who he was going with. He felt there was no reason to ruin any girl's reputation. It would be a very long service, close to four hours, since the elders were very devout. And because of the fervid praying, no one would look around and notice who might have slipped out.
After three quarters of an hour, Ron, who was sitting near the door with his friends, easily slipped out and went directly to Myra's house. She, not wanting to take a chance on being seen while leaving, had pleaded feeling faint, and her father had insisted she remain home.
"Did Arlene explain everything?" he asked, when she'd let him in.
Myra nodded. She looked timid and a little frightened. Her long, red hair was tied back into a pony tail, and her large gray eyes seemed almost timid. Her cute, upturned nose had flared nostrils, and her thick lips were compressed tightly together. Like Arlene, she didn't use lipstick, which was a good thing. He didn't want to have to explain lipstick stains on his under drawers.
Her two, full breasts pushed together against the loose woolen robe she was wearing, and seeing the way they swelled, his mouth watered. She blushed, seeing the way he stared at her.
"Look," he told her, "I don't want to do anything to hurt you or make you feel embarrassed. If you'd rather I turn around and walk out, I'll do it right now."
"Oh no!" Myra gasped. "Please Ron, I've . . . well . . . always liked you, even if I didn't have the courage to come out and tell it to you directly, as I once did tell it to Arlene. I'm no different from a lot of people. I get all kinds of funny feelings inside me, and just because I'm fifteen, I'm supposed to suppress them. Sure, I'd love to do all the wicked things papa tells me not to do, but until now I had no idea how to avoid any possible consequences. Arlene tells me you found a way to do things so I can enjoy it and never have to worry about becoming pregnant. Even more important, she says I can still keep my maidenhead for my husband, whoever he may someday be."
"That's right. But did she tell you just how it's done?"
"She said you and she watched your parents do it, and now you do it with a whole lot of other girls."
"Well, not exactly with a whole lot of girls . . . "
"Anyway, she told me you make the girls feel something terrific. And I guess I've always wanted to feel terrific. So as long as you don't poke your thing between my legs, you can do anything you want."
"To begin with, we call everything by their many different names. A thing, as you call it, is known as a prick or a cock. Between your legs is a thing called a cunt, or a pussy or a twat."
"Goodness, just hearing you say those words does things to me."
"Good," he nodded. "Now you just relax."
He picked her up, feeling her firm, youthful body press itself to his as he carried her into the bedroom. He noted there was a window from which he could jump to the ground, if necessary.
Setting her down on the bed, Ron sat beside her supine form and began kissing her. At first she merely lay there, letting him. Then she began kissing back, enjoying the way his tongue worked inside her mouth. She responded timidly at first, then became more and more aroused as his tongue licked hers, teasing her gums and rubbing the roof of her mouth.
Soon he had her robe opened, and he was able to stare at the white perfection of her body. She had large, full breasts with tan aureoles and thick nipples. Her waist was nice and slender, and her hips round and full, leading into a luscious furry pelvis. The red carpeting of curly hair was thick and lustrous, and completely different from the light, downy, golden moss covering his sister's crotch.
"You're very pretty," he acknowledged, and she blushed.
"I'm going to undress now," he told her. "Please don't feel embarrassed at the sight of me."
"I've always wanted to see your naked body," she confessed.
It took him close to a minute to get everything off, and she held her breath at the sight of his seven inch cock waving in front of him like a huge boom.
"What do we do first?" she asked, almost hypnotized at the sight of the waving log.
"The last girl I was with wanted to do things to me, first. It turned out all for the best, because the sight of her had me so aroused, I instantly unleashed a flood of semen. Then I was able to take my time and make her come."
"That sounds like a good idea," Myra acknowledged. "What did she do to make you come so quickly?"
"Well," he told her, starting to redden, "she began by sucking on my prick."
"That sounds wonderful," she admitted, surprising him by the way she had taken to the idea of cocksucking. "I've never done anything like that before. Just what do I do?"
She was sitting up on the bed, and he walked over and said, "First you grip the prick with your hand, making sure the head sticks out."
She grabbed his flaming poker with her right hand, making certain the bright red glans protruded. Without waiting for him to tell her what next to do, Myra leaned her head down, stuck out her tongue, and began licking his balls. Ron hadn't expected it, and felt the pressure quickly building in his nuts. He knew he was about to come quickly again, and said, "Good God! Myra it's going to come. I can't stop it."
"Really," she squealed. "Arlene told me how much your mother loved the taste of your father's stuff. Gee, to think I can taste yours now. Come on, Ron. Shoot it out. Let me taste it."
Her mouth moved from the full, semen-loaded balls to the head of his throbbing cock. Her soft, wet, pliable lips surrounded the flaming glans and she began sucking, caressing his full balls with feathery fingers. Ron, his eyes closed, found himself automatically picturing Arlene nursing at his male bone as he shot his load.
Myra could already feel the pulsating taking place inside the hot, solid piece of meat lodged partially within her mouth and she prepared herself for the delightful drink. The spraying semen erupted from his pulsating poker into her eager mouth. It caught her a little unprepared for the way it actually came jetting out, and though she took more and more of it into her mouth, it was some time before she actually realized her mouth was filling up because she wasn't swallowing. Thick, white sperm began running from her lips and dripping onto her thighs. Taking a deep breath through her nostrils, she swallowed.
Not bad, she thought. Not bad at all, and she liked the feel of his clean-smelling meat in her mouth. It tasted quite good, and the more he spurted, the more she swallowed, liking it even better, now.
But Ron felt disappointed. The ejaculation was good, but not great. It was a solid, heavy shooting of spending spray, and yet it didn't have that fabulous thrill he'd felt with Arlene.
Wanting to be fair, Ron realized he would have to see how he reacted inwardly to the taste of the girl. He dropped to his knees in front of her and pushed her back on the bed. His tongue ran along the insides of both thighs, tasting the soft, lush, white flesh. The pungent flavor of perspiration mingled with the musky aroma of her untouched cunt. The girl's strong desire to feel his tongue communicated itself to him, triggering a desire of his own. His hands reached beneath her and grabbed two handfuls of asscheeks as his mouth came down to ream her muff.
Myra writhed as his tongue swathed through her abundant carpet of red pelvic curls. She squirmed even more when it found the top of her divided wiped his tongue up and down through her vaginal slit, then even went so far as to lick the division be-it, and then even went so far as to lick the division between her full, round asscheeks. Her hands were already curling in his hair, just as Arlene's hands had, jamming his face into the steaming cauldron of her seething cunt. Her thighs wrapped themselves around his head, and her heels drummed on his back, urging him to continue licking and sucking, pulling her clitoris between his lips and lashing it with his tongue.
For Myra it was pure, passionate heaven. Her body stiffened, arched, then flattened on the bed again and again as his tongue continued working between her solid thighs. It was sin, delicious sin, the kind of sin she'd always wanted to commit ever since she'd first felt sexual urgings in her body at the age of eleven. Now she was doing it, defying her father and mother, and loving every little second of it.
She came, squirting her heady lubricant into Ron's face, washing his eyelids, nose, cheeks and mouth, but still she kept her thighs wrapped around his head, making him continue to lick. She was lost in a whirlwind of passion, her mind locking onto the totality of the orgasm filling her as her orgasms continued shooting through her passion-wracked body again and again.
Finally she completed her orgiastic writhing and then lay back, quiet and still. Her desirable, creamy body settled back and relaxed on the bed, releasing Ron.
Drying his face, he looked down at her, and though she was pretty and looked good to the eyes, he didn't feel more desire for her. He didn't want her to make him come again. He didn't even have another erection.
He tried it again the following Sunday with another girl and found he enjoyed it even less with her. And finally, on the third Sunday, he orally played with a tiny brunette who would have let him fuck her royally had he wished. But it just wasn't the same as it had been with Arlene. And when he spoke with Arlene, he learned she, too, had not enjoyed her outside experiences.
Arlene had been even less happy than Ron. None of the three men she had been with had been nearly as enthusiastic about eating her pussy as Ron had been. Nor had one of the three of them tasted anywhere as good as her brother. All three had possessed smaller, thinner penises, which meant the members fit into her mouth more easily, but didn't give her that filled feeling. All three had been careful, all three had washed themselves, and all three had been very solicitous of the way they'd plunged their cocks into her throat, trying their best not to hurt, choke, or gag her. All three had come quickly, but not one of them seemed to taste as good as Ron. Their flesh didn't taste as good, and their sperm didn't taste as good.
"So then," Ron said to her that Sunday night after ostensibly returning from church with his parents. "I guess that means what we've pretty much suspected from the start is a fact. Hell, I don't have the desire to be with any other woman. I've tried three in three weeks, and all three were totally unappealing."
"I know what you mean," his sister acknowledged. "It's funny, but true. Ron, I can't live without you."
The two of them were alone, in their bedroom, undressed and in their night clothes, whispering so their parents couldn't hear them. They knew it would only be a matter of a little while before both parents went to bed, and they could hardly wait.
"I want to try something new with you, tonight," he whispered.
"Ron, are you going to fuck me?"
"Not yet," he told her.
"Will you ever fuck me?"
"Yes," he admitted. "When I'm good enough at the work I'm learning to earn a decent living, we'll go away from here, and we'll get married just like other people."
"Why?" she wanted to know. "First of all, no one would marry a brother and sister. Second, why should we bother?"
"I want a legal document showing you and I are married," he explained. "If I ever die, you'll have a legal claim on everything I own. We can always change our names when we leave here. The law says if we take another name and keep it, using it for a whole year, then that name is legally ours, afterward. So when we leave here, I'll change my last name, and you keep the one we have now. That way, when we marry, your name will legally become the one I've adopted."
"What is it you want to try?" she asked.
"I want to stick my cock in your asshole."
"Will it hurt?"
"Maybe a little, at first. But once your ass gets used to my prick, it'll take it without any trouble at all."
They waited until their parents had gone to bed, then both had undressed and Ron had crossed the room and had gotten into Arlene's bed. He turned her on her side and lay with his front against her rear, his hands caressing her warm flesh. Immediately the old feeling of arousal began spreading through his body, and his phallus suddenly strained to full attention, pressing against the full, round, luscious cheeks of her ass.
Both his hands gripped her full, round breasts, feeling her nipples enlarge and dig into his palms. The swell of each tit overflowed and seemed to engulf his fingers as he played with her sensitive nipples, and she writhed against him, letting the cheeks of her luscious ass press hard against his throbbing member. Her weight pressed his hardness against him, but because of the way she moved around, it eventually lodged itself in the crack between her rounded asscheeks. His breath was hot on her neck, and she turned her head and received his lips on hers, opening her mouth so their tongues could touch.
The old electricity was stronger than ever. The desire for one another had increased, and Arlene didn't care if she felt agony just as long as the solid meat rubbing up and down inside her asscrack eventually made its way inside her.
She squirmed some more, pushing back and forcing her asscheeks to open a bit as his probe moved between them, running up and down as she humped her ass. And then she felt the glans rub her asshole, and she stopped, poising herself in such a way the penial tip was actually pressing against her.
"Yes," she breathed softly. "Do it, Ron. Push it in. Shove it in all the way."
"I love you," he whispered, then thrust hard. His hands each gripped a tit and squeezed tightly, as if to gain leverage as his cock head rubbed strongly against the anal ring, feeling it resist. He pushed so hard the solid meat shoved its way lower, past the asshole, between her thighs, rubbing up and back in her pussy split.
A heavy coat of lubricating grease poured from between her tight cuntlips and inundated his seething rod. He rubbed it back and forth a few times, and the crown of his flaming cock actually forced her soaking labia to part slightly, grooving between them and soaking up more oil. Her juices were flowing so heavily, rivulets were running down her lower thigh. Arlene insisted on rubbing her own body back and forth more than a few times, almost trying to urge his prodding pecker into her lusting cunt. She clamped her thighs more tightly together, thinking maybe she could make her brother's solid prick work its way into her creaming pussy. And he was also moving back and forth, not wanting to prong her sweet puss-puss but almost unable to control himself.
"Mustn't go in that way," he mumbled. "Mustn't. God no!"
His hands moved lower and grabbed her full, firm hips. This only made her wiggle her body even more, thrusting herself back all the harder in an effort to lodge the head of his burgeoning phallus in her wanton snatch.
To Arlene this was heaven, itself. This was good, this was delicious, this was what it was all about. Her body was a living piston, pounding back and forth as her creaming lips all but opened to admit the lancing pole caught between them.
Ron's hands worked even lower, and she could feel his fingers rubbing through her pubis, pulling some of the loose hairs out. His fingers began rubbing her clitoris, making her move even faster. He pressed it harder, and then she pulled away for a second, slamming back into him. His wet, slippery cock touched her anus.
"Now," Arlene begged. "Now, Ron. Push it in, now."
Ron took one hand off Arlene's tit and grabbed his slippery cock, making certain it wouldn't change direction this time. He started pushing forward, and Arlene, anticipating him, pushed herself back, completely relaxing her ass muscle as best she could. She even used her fingers to pull her asscheeks apart, spreading them in the hope his entrance would be facilitated.
And then the very tip forced the sphincter ring to open as it slowly nosed in. Arlene felt pain for the first time. Still, she was determined to have him enter her rectum and so pushed back even harder, feeling the thick glans push deeper until the entire knob, right up to the coronal ridge was locked inside her anal tunnel. Her sphincter tightly surrounded the dome, squeezing it, trying to either push it back out or pull it the rest of the way in.
Ron rested a moment, letting his hand go to her sopping pussy where it rubbed the clitoral bud, making her writhe with enough pleasure to forget the hurt in her rectal corridor. His fingers became soggy with her oil and she now used her hands to press his other hand tightly against her sensitive breast. Her ass was getting used to his probe, expanding to contain it, and the pain was continually lessening.
Shutting her eyes, Arlene took a deep breath and backed up some more, feeling more of his hard, thick length ease its way into her. It went in so fast and so deep, she thought it might actually drive right through her belly and poke its way out her naval. Excitement mounted as it moved deeper and deeper into her anal receptacle. His turgid meat seemed to be a burning pole lodging itself all the way in. And then his lubrication started seeping out so heavily it covered everything, soothing the pain and making his fleshy probe pleasurable to her.
His lips were kissing her throat, and while his right hand continued squeezing and manipulating her nipples, his left hand probed into her sweet little pussy, feeling the hot, liquid flesh as he rubbed, making her wiggle all the more, thus forcing his seething cock into her ass to its limit.
The combination of sensations made Arlene sigh and quietly murmur, "Oh, yes. Ron. Move it. Shove it in and out. It feels so good in there."
He responded by applying pressure with his fingers against her throbbing, strumming clitoris, feeling it enlarge as he massaged it. Her body rotated, her ass a living sacrifice on his fleshy-spit as it went around and around.
He began moving in and out, very slowly, very carefully, not wanting to hurt his sister. Yet her overpowering anal contractions were having a rapid effect on his plunger. It would only be a matter of seconds before he suddenly blasted his load into her bottom.
Arlene felt the pain become dimmer and dimmer as her rectal canal became larger and larger, as his teeming cock now rammed in and out of her with greater speed and longer strokes. And the heat building in his cock was matched by the fire in her clitoris.
The fluids pouring out of her flaming snatch were drenching the bedsheets, yet neither noticed. Each was concentrating on the pleasure received from pleasing the other. Ron's fingers rubbed her clitoris and her swollen nipples all the harder now, and Arlene was gasping, grinding her ass against his thighs, exuberant at the feeling of the swollen log moving so relentlessly.
She shuddered at the pressure of her brother's flat stomach pressing into her spine and the small of her back, while the hair of his pelvis literally scrubbed her already-clean asscheeks. She shivered with rapture as his lancing dong rode deeper and deeper into her. And she was discovering the control she had over her ass muscles, causing them to squeeze hard, crushing the penial flesh roll.
Ron was really enjoying the way she caused her anal muscles to contract around his inrushing cock and murmured, "Arlene, you're wonderful. I love the way you do that."
She churned her ass spirally, creating the impression his solid met was a corkscrew winding its way through her rectum. Now Arlene could really feel it inside her, almost as if it were reaming its way all the way up into her large intestine. She was shuddering back and forth between the reaming ramrod in her rear, and the rubbing finger up front. Her own body thrusts were shorter and shorter as his other hand literally squeezed her breast. The overpowering sensation of orgasm began reaching up into her, and unable to control herself, she tightened every muscle in her pounding body, squeezing his cock tightly as she came again and again.
The pressure of her anal passage around his oscillating, undulating, plunging rod became intolerable. His hand crushed her full breast until it appeared it might actually burst open like a ripe piece of fruit, while his other hand pressed so hard against her clitoris, he almost literally pushed it back into her body.
She gasped, just barely able to keep her heavy breathing low enough not to be heard outside the room. Her breath was a heat wave pouring out of her lungs, and her mind was spinning out of orbit.
And then Arlene felt her tight asshole being reamed even more rapidly as blazing lava began pulsing through her. A flaming gusher of ignited oil was being released into her ass as her brother's lips pressed her shoulder, hard.
And then, as suddenly as Ron's hands had tightened about her, they suddenly began loosening. His entire body seemed to go slack even though the pump in her ass was continually spurting more and more liquid fire.
The steel piston in her behind slowly began shriveling. Her sphincter crushed down harder in an effort to keep him lodged inside, but after awhile he was too small. His cock became a tiny, flaccid caterpillar of pink flesh all covered with his own white secretions. And finally it fell out of her.
They lay there, relaxed, his hand still covering her cunt, until he realized she had fallen asleep. Then quietly he disentangled himself from her and went to his own bed, knowing there would never be any woman for him to match his sister.
CHAPTER THREE
Ron became an automobile mechanic, and soon knew all there was to know about repairing cars. Weeks turned into months, months became years, and Ron started saving money while still fucking his sister's ass almost every night, or indulging in some form of oral-genital sex. Except for those nights of the month Arlene had her period, she and Ron never missed an opportunity to do something. Where most people cool off after awhile, their ardor seemed to increase. And it was getting to the point where both knew he would be going into her cunt very shortly. She wanted it even more than he, and it was only his being able to keep his head that prevented her from becoming pregnant more than a hundred times.
By the time Ron was eighteen, he had saved up more than five hundred dollars. World War II had already started in Europe and it would only be a matter of time before it spread to the United States. Luckily, when he went for his draft physical, he was found to have flat feet, which was enough to classify him 4-F. Both Ron and Arlene realized it was time to leave home.
One morning in September, they packed and left, leaving a note to their parents saying they had to go, they wouldn't be back, and the parents should make no effort to follow them. They took the train and reached New York, and from New York made their way to Middle Island, where because of their mature appearances, both were able to pass themselves off as over twenty-one.
They rented an apartment, took out a marriage license, and were married by a Justice of the Peace two days later. Not once in all that time did Ron attempt to deflower his sister, though she begged hard enough. He fucked her ass nearly a half dozen times, and let her suck his cock another four times while he went down on her almost fifteen times.
But immediately after they were married, he took her back to the apartment, and said, "Now that we're married, Mrs. Kress, I can fuck you to my heart's content."
The pictures in Arlene's mind had an instant effect on her. She could feel a shuddering expectation deep in her belly, and her soft labia began secreting fiery drops of flaming cunt water, soaking her panties, moistening her anxious crotch. Her slender, full thighs were unconsciously opening and closing in a thunderous sexual beat. Her nipples became hard inside her bra, before Ron could so much as lay a hand on her. She pictured it all so vividly, having waited so long for it to happen. Her brother's solid staff was already throbbing under his pants, just waiting to be buried in her, and the thought was driving her wild.
Ron felt his sister shivering, knowing the expectation was building inside her. It was more than pure animal lust. It was love, true love, as true as any love any boy and girl could have for one another. But the animal feeling was there, as well, and it was stronger than ever.
To think he was finally going to fuck her. To think her brother was going to put his long, fat, hard cock into her creaming cunt, at last. To think she would one day give birth to something they would create between the two of them. It would be the most wonderful child in the world.
And for Ron the moment was equally exciting.
At last, he thought. The moment for which he and Arlene had waited so long. This was going to be it. Her hymen would soon shatter into nothingness, and the last barrier to their total enjoyment would be gone forever.
He caressed her shoulders and arms, letting his fingers trail up and down the length of her arms, feeling as aroused from touching her as she was from being touched by him. She turned to him, burying her face in his chest, and he sensed a heavier breathing coming from her.
One of his hands slid down the curve of her back right down to the top of her full buttocks, and then the hand moved back up to lease the ridge of her spine. He was kissing her soft, blonde hair, murmuring, "At last, Arlene. At last, we're alone, just the two of us, husband and wife. We don't have to wait any longer. What we did before was simply a prelude to what we'll do now. It'll be wonderful, warm, thrilling, and everything we both expect. You're ripe for it, hon, I can sense it."
"Yes, Ron," she nodded. "I'm all yours. Take me," she whispered in the dimness of their new bedroom.
She was breathing more and more heavily, exhaling a blistering blaze through his thin shirt. She understood what he was saying, realizing the full implication of it all. She was ready to become a complete woman in every sense of the word.
Ron felt the heat being generated within her and knew it was not a surrender, but a blending of her soul to his, just as their bodies would shortly blend.
His hand moved from the top of her shoulder down the front of her dress this time, touching the full swell of her round, ripe breasts. They were larger now, looking like two delicious honeydews. His thumb caressed her swelling nipple, his heart madly beating beneath his rib cage, almost struggling to get out. His hard, thick, young phallus surged like a mad bull against his pants, trying to make a hole in them.
Mmmmmm, Arlene thought to herself, chilling vibrations shooting through her entire body. Ron had often caressed her, yet this time, knowing what was to come, it all felt so different.
With consummate skill Ron expertly stroked his sister's full, heavy breasts. Little by little his caresses became heavier as his hands slid under her blouse and touched her bare flesh, moving up to the milk white swell of her overflowing bra cups. Then, as they'd done so often before, they dipped into the tight bra, touching the bare satin of her young, smooth boobs. Her hips began writhing in a strong rhythm as they sat, then lay together on their bed. She turned her torso to him, her chin tilting upward and her eyes lightly closed. Ron covered her mouth with tender, loving, adoring kisses, snaking his tongue between her lips. Her own tongue came to meet his, and they rubbed lightly against one another.
His fingers pushed a bit lower into her bra, sought and found the enlarged, rubbery nub of her swollen nipple, and began massaging it between his thumb and fingers. His tongue continued lancing into and out of her sweet mouth, tasting her breath, her gums, her teeth, her palate, and her tongue. Arlene sighed as if a light arc of electric tingles had charged through her mouth.
His strong, mechanic's hands moved away from her breasts and slid under the elastic of her skirt. He felt her hot, sweating flesh as his own wet palms moved lower, pulling the waistband of her panty down with that of the skirt. Lower his fingers moved, causing her to shiver with mounting passion and overpowering sensation. Then the tips of his fingers were rubbing the curly blondness of her pubic area gently pressing into the sopping, fur-ringed split of her aching pussy as she spread her thighs to give him better access.
His fingers felt so thrilling between her thighs. They probed more strongly than she could ever recall, all but tearing the elastic band of her panty so he could reach her crotch more easily. And his probing middle finger began rubbing against the soft, wet slickness of her outer labia, pressing against them, forcing them to open slowly. In the finger slipped, instantly surrounded by the hot, leaking wetness of her inner pussylips. Then he pushed it a little deeper, feeling her wriggle against it, anticipating the pleasure that was to come. He withdrew the finger and moved it higher along the seam of her cunt crack, until it finally rested against her already-enlarged, vibrating clitoris. As he'd squeezed her enlarged, reddened nipples between his thumb and fingers, so he now pressed her smaller clit, applying now less pressure, making her yelp with delight while stifling the outburst with another kiss. The resistance of her man-in-the-boat to his pressuring fingers aroused him even more. The soft heat of her struggling body built fire even higher inside him. His hot breath burned her lips as he began panting, fucking his tongue between her lips as stolidly as he'd moved his cock between them.
There was no turning back now, not that either wanted to retreat. There could only be a single conclusion, and both looked forward eagerly to it. There would be some slight pain, just as she had experienced pain when his prong had first thrust into her rectum. But the pain had given way to thrilling stimulation and unbelievable pleasure. And if she could receive such ultimate enjoyment from being ass-fucked, how much greater would be the thrill in her volcanic cunt.
Ron kissed her again, a long, thrilling kiss, his tongue leaping in and out from between her teeth while his finger continued pressing into her. Then he began feverishly undressing her. And when she was naked, he took off his own clothing, scattering everything all over the bedroom, not bothering to notice what went where. They were soon totally naked, staring at one another as if for the first time; he drinking in her womanly beauty, she adoring his handsome, masculine solidity. She especially liked the way he was staring down between her parted thighs, drinking in the delightful beauty of the blonde-haloed tenderness. She felt hungering throbs of pleasure charge through her sopping cunt, and then the throbbing sensations ran through her entire body as her brother's large hands came down and filled themselves with the swollen fruit of her white, lush breasts. She thrilled to manipulations, pleased the sight and touch of her aroused him as much as, if not more than, ever before. He squeezed her tits, thrilling to their velvety smoothness, enjoying the delight of their roundness and the up-thrust attack of their hard nipples. Once again his fingers began tweaking the pink, pleasurable little buds, and they swelled into full arousal. His head came down and with his mouth wide open, he engulfed her entire right breast, though it was so large there was more than a fair amount unable to actually fit into his lusting oral cavity. His tongue licked across her breast as he pulled as much tit-meat into his throat, letting the soft back of his mouth rub against her nipple.
Arlene groaned. He had sucked her breasts this way a thousand times, and yet now, it all seemed different. It felt as if her full, round tits were being handled and sucked for the very first time. Her hips, completely out of control, were grinding in a clockwise circular motion.
And then his mouth came off her tit and he was kissing her ear, darting his tongue in and out, whispering, "Arlene, look at my cock. See it for the first time, as you've never seen it before."
Her eyes wandered down the length of his masculine body finally coming to rest on his groin, and she saw the full, solid hardness of his eager prong, its purple head expanding as it leaked the lubricant that would help ease his entrance into her. Yes, it looked different. It was the cylinder that would give her total love. Her hands had often played with that lovely meat. Her mouth had sucked it more times than she could remember. And she had felt it plunge deeply into her ass almost as often as she had sucked it. Yet now, for the first time, she saw it as the missing part of her, that would fill the void between her thighs. Yes, it belonged to her as much as it was Ron's. Both had come the same "factory"a year apart, and it was almost as if they'd been a single unit, torn apart when he'd been conceived. And now they were going to merge, they were going to come back together again and be the one individual they'd always been.
Yes, she wanted that phallus inside her. She'd adored having it in her ass; loved swallowing it down her throat; and now wanted it buried all the way inside her fiery cunt. . . where it truly belonged. It really was almost as if it were the first time she'd seen a heavy cock. She could remember the thinner, smaller penises of the other three boys she'd known more distinctly at this moment than she could recall having ever seen this same cock before. It was immense, beautiful, swollen because it was gorged with blood. And soon that marvelous pillar would be burrowing itself as far into her yearning pussy as it could go, filling her up, stopping her up. It would part the soft, fleshy folds of her labia and thrust in. Seething wantonness took total control of her. She had to have that mighty wand. She had to feel it buried to its utmost deep inside her quivering quim.
Almost as if in a torpor she thrilled to Ron's mouth on her breasts again. His tongue lashed each nipple, taking great care to bring each to its largest state of fulfilling arousal. She sighed with desire as he sucked on them one at a time, alternating between them, making her want to swoon with delight. Never before had his lips on her tits felt so good.
Ron's eyes returned again and again to the perfect blonde triangle nestled in the fulcrum where her lovely white thighs seemed to come together. Yes, he could see the pinkness of the inside of her cunt. Christ! She was absolutely stunning. There would never be a woman as exciting and arousing. That pussy of hers was the most beautiful gash ever attached to a female form. It was so full, so swollen and pouting, so anxious to feel his hardness tunneling through it.
His thoughts were stereopticons of brimming lust. He spread her soft, white loins apart, exposing the total glory of her inner labia, letting his hungry eyes take them in and feast on them.
"Come into me," she begged. "I can't wait any longer. Please Ron, if you love me, don't tease me any longer."
Her legs parted even more widely and he launched himself between them. He placed his body between her tantalizing white thighs, carefully moving closer to her until the aroused, purple crown barely touched the wet, reddish-pink gash. She shuddered with anticipation at the touch of his fervid phallus. She groaned and wildly spun her head from side to side, her lovely blonde hair framing her angelic face and almost giving her the look of a madonna. Her heavy, bouncing breasts were shimmering, also seeming to move back and forth as she readied herself for her first true assault.
Ron wanted to simply force his meat between her slithering vaginal walls, charging forward until he'd popped her cherry. But he controlled himself. This was his sister, the girl he loved more than anyone or anything else in the world. He adored her. He mustn't bring her undue pain. He would treat her with gentleness because she would soon be part of him, and anyone who was part of him was, in essence, him. To hurt her would be to hurt himself.
The fiery, steel-like point of his burning rod was slowly inserted into the taut, narrow elastic opening of her unfucked cunt. Her thighs were pressed against his hips, and there was no way they could close around him until he was inserted into her. The depths of her beautiful loins spasmed achingly, drawing him magnetically forward as his body began pressing into hers, a little at a time, inching more and more of his mighty truncheon into her confining pussy.
Arlene, used to feeling his tongue ream into her, at first felt only a mild sensation of pleasure as he began pushing his ponderous pole into her. It increased as more of his solid cock entered her, and she found herself taking it with more ease than she had imagined. So far there was no real pain, and she became a little anxious, preparing to fully enjoy the totality of his thrusting length and breadth. And then she felt a mild discomfort as his bolt pressed against her elastic cherry. The discomfort increased and became a slight pain as he continued slowly pushing into her, stretching the hymen. It refused to yield, and for one instant it appeared as if he would have to withdraw and plunge in again.
Suddenly, just as the pain was about to go beyond the bearable point, Arlene felt something inside her completely surrender. She bucked and yelped in astonishment, and suddenly the anticipated pain completely disappeared. His monstrous prong continued sliding in until it was ultimately buried within her hot, gripping pussy-interior.
Now Arlene first realized the wonder of feeling his solid prong inside her. It filled the aching void as much as she'd dreamed it would. Never before had she felt anything so glorious. The vibrating, rapturous young woman thrilled to the way it completely stopped her, a solid, forceful log surrounded by the soft tissues of her enveloping snatch, completely overpowering her with the sensation she'd wanted. The marvelous cock within was everything she had dreamed of, and more. The pain had been less than that which she'd experienced the first time he'd buggered her. She was able to contain every bit of him, and now the ecstasy would finally overpower her. She didn't doubt it for an instant.
Slowly, carefully, not wanting to cause undue pain or alarm, Ron began driving his stolid meat in and out of her youthful quim. He used long, full-length strokes, and every nerve-ending inside him screamed for immediate release. How he held himself back he never knew. His prong felt as it had the first time he'd let her suck on it. The hot gism was boiling up inside him, and only the slightest shift on his part prevented him from blasting off into her ahead of time. His full, burning prong slammed deep into her incandescent hollow, then stroked back through the feathery surroundings of liquid flame only to bury itself once again in her pleasure trove. His phallic dome rubbed with moistened friction against her steaming four walls, and actually felt the cervical entrance when he plunged all the way in, sensing it bump into his glans.
"Oh, Ron," she sighed, "it's so wonderful. It's all I imagined it would be. Don't stop, Ron. Keep on pumping. Fuck it into me. Fuck me forever, my brother, my husband."
"Sweet Arlene," he murmured, kissing her lips as he continued pumping into her, not once breaking the rhythm.
"I can feel everything tingling inside me," she let him know. "If you want to come, you can. I can always come later."
Her whispered words made Ron plow into her with greater fervor. Yes, he wanted to shoot inside her. Oh God! He wanted to blast off within the heavenly confines of her sweet, luscious cunny. But he wanted her with him on the trip.
Her seething cunt was tightly locked onto his plundering peter now. It engulfed him wholly, and her thighs pumped wildly around him, letting him understand there was no reason to move slowly or hold back.
Now Ron really began fucking his sister, ramming his solid massiveness into her creaming depths hard and deep, feeling his belly slam against hers as he drove his swollen pudendum all the way up into her seething womb. He reamed the freshly-parted insides of her lascivious snatch again and again.
Like a huge wrecking ball suspended from a crane his testicles slammed against the wide-open, quaking flesh of her perineum. Her body shuddered as he drew his phallic ram back and slammed it forward again and again. He began building up tremendous speed and crashed into her teeming pussy, ramming into her hard, no longer worried about hurting her. And she heaved and churned beneath his pounding like a wild doe being attacked by a powerful buck.
Arlene took to fornication more readily than any rabbit. She undulated with gathering rhythm, her thighs tightly holding him between her as her pelvis slammed up into his down rushing cock. Ron felt that familiar, magnificent feeling beginning to grow inside him. He would unload any moment, now . . . wowwwww!
He could no longer control himself. He felt his semen charging into his stolid cock, and from there it began charging forward until it began spurting from the tip of his plunging penis, jetting into her longing receptacle. It throbbed and twitched, now totally beyond any control in the tender, stretched maw of her sucking cunt. Overpowering gusts of blazing pleasure slammed through his body, charging from his balls into his cock, and from there to the rest of him as he emptied his lava into her eager cunt, a never-ending unleashing of liquid flame filling her wanton womb, flooding her innards with an ocean of the seething semen.
The blazing squirts of his come, splashing against her vaginal interior, and swabbing her cervix, caused the familiar sensation to build even higher, and then Arlene felt herself go over the edge. She began coming too, her pussy tightening around his still unflagging phallus, squeezing it for all it was worth, giving her an overpowering paroxysm of delight never before attained. His penis in her rectum had been superb, his tongue in her twat had been sheer bliss. But both were nothing when compared to the sheer magnificence of the rapturous ecstasy now inundating her, holding her totally within its power.
"Fuck," she squeaked, and he continued pounding his shooting cock inside her crushing twat. The thick, slick emission shooting from him made the passage easier, and even as she felt him finally starting to soften she experienced a second orgasm, totally overwhelming her. She heaved her center high in the air, and still he remained locked into her despite the fact that he was shriveling rapidly. He pressed his cock into her, letting it rub against the contracting walls, feeling the way her thighs were almost cracking his ribs they held him so closely to her.
Finally he was so small he could no longer stay inside. His prong fell out and he fell on top of her melon-sized boobs, his mouth seeking hers and kissing her in an unending passion.
"Ron," she whispered, clutching him tightly to her.
"We were one. We are one. We'll always be a part of one another."
She held onto him, tightly pressing her body to his, glad to have him beside her, knowing there would never be another man quite like him. And to Ron there was no longer any doubt. They belonged to one another and to no one else.
CHAPTER FOUR
Both Ron and Arlene were exceedingly fertile, and less than ten months following their arrival in Middle Island, their first son, Jerome, was born. A year later, Gary came along. The following year Maxine was born, and finally Hilda came a year after that.
Immediately after Hilda's birth, Arlene had a tubular litigation performed, and Ron, to be on the safe side, had a vasectomy. Much as they loved the children they already had, they knew they couldn't afford any more. And now they would be free to fuck to their heart's content without fear of having any feeble-minded offspring. All four of their children were found to be normal, much to their relief.
By now, Ron had bought a home. He'd paid a staggering thousand dollars down, with a twenty year mortgage at four percent for another seven thousand. The war had caused prices to climb, sharply.
On the day of Jerome's twelfth birthday, Arlene took her husband aside and said, "Ron, you know how much I love you."
Sensing something was bothering her, Ron replied, "Of course. But what are you leading up to? Are you thinking of having an affair with someone else?"
"Not exactly," she told him, realizing he had all but divined her intent. "I want to sleep with Jerry and teach him that sex is more than something physical. Love is involved, and that's important."
"It's really not a bad idea," Ron mused, "but isn't it a bit early? I mean, shouldn't you at least wait until he's sixteen, like I was?"
"Ron, he's big for his age. I've seen his body many times. His cock is almost as large as yours. Because his body developed so quickly, his mind hasn't had a chance to keep pace with it. He might surrender to some inner instincts if we let him. That wouldn't be right. He has to know why he's feeling the way he does, and that rather than let him go out and force himself on some girl, he can always come to mommy."
"What about Gary? He's developing at the same rate as Jerry."
"When he's twelve I'll initiate him, as well."
"And the girls?"
"I'm sure you love them as deeply as you love me. I think it only fair you decide when the time is right to teach them."
"I'm going to wait until each girl is fifteen. I mean, that's how old you were when I first did things with you."
"Do you think the boys will want to play with their sisters, as well?"
"They're our children. I don't see why not. But as their mother it will be up to you to keep them away from Maxine and Hilda until after I've properly initiated the girls."
"And because of your vasectomy you won't have to settle for oral or anal satisfaction. You can rid each of her maidenhead without worrying about impregnating them."
"And since you've had your tubes tied, any time either of the boys gets the urge to dip his wick in a place other than a mouth or an anus, he can come to you."
"You really don't mind?"
"If you'd wanted to have fun with an outsider it might have bothered me, but how can a man be jealous of his own sons? Tonight I'll take Gary, Hilda, and Maxine to a movie. You stay here with Jerry. Okay?"
And so, as planned, that evening Ron Kress took his younger son and two daughters to a movie leaving Jerry home along with his mother.
"Hey ma," Jerry asked. "What's the bit, huh? I mean, it's my birthday. Why didn't dad take me, as well?"
Leading her son into her bedroom, a large room with a double bed, Arlene said, "You're twelve years old now, Jerry. Your father and I think you should learn a little about the facts of life."
"Doggone, come on, ma. You don't think I'm some kinda dope, do you? I mean, I talk about sex with the guys in school all the time."
"What do you talk about, Jerry?"
"Hey ma, don't embarrass me. It isn't the kinda thing a kid talks about with his mother."
"Why not?"
"Gee ma, it just isn't right."
"Who told you it isn't right? Did you learn that in school?"
"Heck no, but none of my friends talk about things like this with their parents."
"Isn't it about time someone did? Look at all the girls who get in trouble because their mothers and fathers don't talk to them."
"Hell, ma, you know I can't get pregnant."
"Jerry, by now you surely must have urges."
"Sure I do. I even . . . well . . . masturbate."
What a waste, Arlene thought. Aloud she said, "I guess you must dream about doing things with a lot of girls."
"Aw heck, I guess so."
"Who, for instance?"
"Come on, ma, I can't talk about something like that."
"Sure you can. Whatever we say to one another will go no farther than this room. I won't speak of it to anyone else, and neither will you."
"Mom . . . it's too . . . well . . . embarrassing."
"Talk to me, Jerry. You know you can."
"Heck ma, there are a lotta girls I dream about. To be honest I even think of sneaking into Hilda's room sometimes and playing with her. Does that shock you?"
"No. Your baby sister is only nine years old, but she's going to be a beautiful girl when she grows up."
"I mean, does it bother you that I think of my sister that way."
"No Jerry."
"Also, sometimes, I think I'd like to be with Maxine."
"She'll also be beautiful."
"Yeah, but that's because both girls look a little like you, ma. You see, to be honest, I think I've always dreamed of making it with you. Jesus! I know when I was a baby you breast-fed me. Not that I can really remember anything, but I saw you breast-feed Gary and the girls, so I figure you must've fed me that way, too."
"I did," Arlene told him, smiling.
"Gosh, I've lain awake a lotta nights, just dreaming of sucking on your breasts again."
"Would you really like that?"
"More than anything else in the -world."
She was wearing a robe, having just taken her evening shower. She smiled at her older son and said, "What if I said you could do it now, as a sort of birthday present?"
"Oh ma," he breathed. "It'd be the greatest present I could ever hope for. I'd give anything just to look at them, much less touch 'em or suck on 'em."
"Come here," she whispered, holding her hand out to him.
He approached her, staring wide-eyed as she undid her robe and let the top fall open, revealing her still full, round, solid breasts.
"Hey ma," he muttered, gazing on the twin orbs of loveliness. "You're beautiful. You're really beautiful. God, you have such gorgeous tits."
She reached out, took his right hand, and placed it on her left breast. Instantly her nipple began swelling, and she felt as she had the first time she'd been with Ron. Not that she loved Ron any less, or felt less stimulated with him, but there was always something different about a first time. She hadn't felt aroused with Ron's three friends, but now, for the first time since that night she'd let Ron's hands first touch her boobs, she felt an electric tingle shoot through her entire body.
She wanted her son. She wanted him badly. She wanted to feel his mouth on her breasts and his hands all over her. And most important, she wanted him to fuck her. She wanted to feel his hard, hot cock inside her as much as she'd wanted Ron's on their wedding day.
Jerry's hand shook as if with an ague as it rubbed his mother's peaking nipple. It grew long and hard, and the feel of it was not quite what he'd thought. He had expected it to remain small, and when it enlarged, it thrilled him all the more. He pressed his palm against it, wet with perspiration, and felt the hard nubbin rub into his hand.
"Oh ma," he murmured. "Oh ma, this is wonderful. How do I thank you for letting me touch it?"
"It has a twin," she reminded him. "Touch that one, too."
"Oh wow!" he breathed, and reached out with his other hand, letting it weigh the fullness of her other breast in it. "Gee mom, this is fabulous."
His hands began to make circular motions, rubbing the nipples harder with his palms, and his breathing became heavier. The thrill of his mother's nipples sent a wild tingling through him.
Arlene looked down and saw her son's hard cock pushing against his pants. She was affecting him. Good! He didn't have any kind of aversion to touching his mother.
Reaching out with her hands, she tugged at his sandy hair, pulling his face closer to her. Afraid she would order him to take his hands away, he almost clutched her knobs tightly. Her face was coming closer to his, and then he was really surprised when she planted her lips on his, kissing him softly. He shuddered as her lips pressed his, shaking all over, but never once letting go of the two treasures he now held.
"Ma," he muttered for a moment, then felt her tongue touch his lips. He shivered again and let her tongue lightly tease him, eventually prying his lips apart and gently poking into his mouth.
What a feeling! It was unbelievable. It was fantastic. His wonderful mother, the woman he'd worshipped and adored as long as he could remember was now kissing him, treating him like a lover.
Her lips lifted from his, but before she could speak he took the initiative and began kissing her, letting his own tongue roam wildly through her mouth, completely out of control.
"Easy, my darling," she whispered, pulling her lips from his. "Your father, brother, and sisters will be gone at least three hours, and we'll have lots of time. Don't rush and be overanxious. Don't be like your father was the first time."
"How was Pop the first time?" he asked, his breath touching her lips as his hands continued pressing her breasts.
"Your father was so aroused, he ejaculated the instant he put his penis in my mouth."
"In your mouth?" Jerry gasped.
"Yes darling, in my mouth, which is where I want you to first put your penis. I want you to feel just how wonderful it can be."
"Honest ma, honest? You wanna suck on my cock?"
"Yes Jerry. I want to suck it and lick it, and I want you to shoot a whole wad into my mouth. I want to taste and savor it. Then I want you to kiss me all over. I want you to suck my breasts, chew my nipples, kiss my navel, and finally, I want you to kiss my cunt. I want to feel your tongue delve deep inside me, and then I want you to lick my clitoris until I finally reach my own orgasm. And after all that, if you still have the strength, I want you to fuck me."
"Oh wow! Mom, that sounds terrific. This is the best birthday present I could have ever hoped for."
"If you like it enough, perhaps we can enjoy one another more often. We won't have to wait for special occasions."
"But what about Dad?"
"What about your father?"
"I mean, does he know about all this?"
"Of course. Did you think I'd do something like this without your father's approval?"
"Gee, you'd think Pa would never give his okay to something like this."
"Someday, when you're a little older, I'll explain it all to you. But I don't think we should waste any more time. Do you?"
Jerry's lips came smashing against his mother's, and this time his mouth was wide open, receiving her tongue and licking it strongly, thrilling to the way she seemed to touch every part of his teeth and gums. His fingers pressed her nipples all the harder, feeling them swell between his fingers, causing more and more heat to flame out from his groin and spread wildly through the rest of his body.
With her hands, Arlene pushed her son down on the bed, hovering above him, still kissing him, writhing her body, enjoying the way his inexperienced fingers anxiously pressed her burning nipples. Yes, she was looking forward to this. She wanted it as much as she'd wanted to be with Ron.
Her hands began to lightly wander along her son's body, feeling his lean hardness, appreciating the solidity of his body. He was stronger than his father had been at his age, and his body was more muscular.
Her lips tore away from his and branded his throat, and he wriggled furiously, sighing.
"Ma," he muttered. "Oh ma. You're terrific. You're wonderful."
Her lips traveled down his chest, stopping to lick at his tiny, previously untouched nipples. Her tongue leaped out and lapped at the tiny buds, sending shivering waves through his body, making him sigh and cry out. He clasped her head to his chest, feeling her hot mouth surround the small, brown aureole as the flat of her tongue rubbed up and down.
When he finally released her blonde head, he felt her flicking tongue stutter its way down his front to his navel, where she paused to plunge in the tip of her tongue.
Arlene noted the flatness of Jerry's belly, also seeing the faint line of downy hair starting to grow from his navel, along his lower belly as if leading her to his bushy pelvis. The hairs growing there were still thin and wispy, and only just beginning to curl.
She let her licking tongue move through the light fuzz, almost blazing a salivary path toward his aching, shimmering cock as it stood raised up, a flesh tower waiting to be surrounded by the hurricane of her hungry mouth.
"Oh Ma," he breathed, turning and wriggling, unable to bear the suspense any longer. "Oh Ma, suck it. Please suck it. Put it all the way in your wonderful mouth. Let me feel what it's like."
"Beautiful boy," she whispered, kissing his pelvis firmly while her hand went to cup his scrotum. The sac was sticky with perspiration, and when her light fingers trickled their way along the wrinkled flesh, more perspiration broke out. Her nails lightly traced the many hundred wrinkly lines of his jewel sac, her fingertips rubbing very lightly against the round, smooth pearls inside. Each touch of her fingertips made him shudder a little more. Each little bit of pressure by her hand made him gulp and try to swallow as he realized how dry his throat was.
But as wonderful as it all felt, as marvelous as her touch was to him, it was all nothing when compared to the sensation of her moist, laving tongue as it came gently down on his sac. A trillion icicles shot through him all at once. He was both, frozen and on fire, all at once. Only the pressure of her palms on his thighs kept him from bucking and hitting her in the face with his crotch. Her lapping tongue was flaming lava, wandering over his sac again and again, seeking out little spots it might not have touched before. Each touch of her tongue tip sent another surge of emotion through his rigid phallus. It stood tall, thick, erect, and now secreting floods of colorless fluid. His penial point was soaked and shining, glistening with his moisture. And the transparent fluid was seeping down his thick staff, coating the shank.
Seeing the liquid flow, Arlene leaned forward, shot her tongue out, and began licking the slick secretion. The instant her tongue touched his phallus, Jerry almost screamed, experiencing a fantastic tremor course through his body. Her winding tongue licked very slowly upward, stopping only when it came to the flanged corona. Then she let her lips kiss the mottled purple head, watching it swell.
Her eyes, locked on the lower part of his underside, saw the little throb of the tube inside, containing his young semen. Yes, Jerry was his father's son in every respect. He was unable to contain himself. He was about to come.
Before he could say anything, Arlene's lips ringed themselves around the febrile point, and then plunged straight down, her burning, wet mouth engulfing the entire phallic wand. She pressed her tongue against the underside and sucked hard as the boy screamed, "Ohhhhh Maaaaa!" and unleashed a torrent of blazing cream straight down her lusting throat. And as she drank, Arlene found her son's gism every bit as tasty as that of her husband. The hot lava coursed directly down her throat as she sucked, pulling the tight flesh with her firm lips while teasing more and more of the spunk from his rigid extension. The more she sucked, the more he spurted, and even when the rain finally stopped ejaculating, his throbbing piece of solid meat refused to shrink.
"Ma," he murmured. "Oh Ma, that was terrific. I never thought a guy could really feel so doggone good. You're the most terrific mother any guy could have."
"You taste every bit as good as your father," she confided. "Now let's see if you've inherited his natural skills."
She let him rest for a minute, her hand still stroking his firm, solid shank of flesh, caressing it, occasionally kissing it, licking a white droplet at its tip while tickling his balls.
Slowly he began to feel passion crawling back into him. He became hungry for his mother, wanting to taste every bit of her body. He sat up abruptly, then rolled over, his mother now beneath him. She caressed the back of his neck and rubbed his throat, making him want her all the more, and his mouth came down on hers, wide open with his tongue reaching out for hers. Their oral digits clashed and locked as his hands groped for, and once more found her pendulous tits. Now his fingers seemed to know to rub her spongy, thickening nipples, pressing them as they enlarged. And then his head was down on her bosom, his lips pulling the right nipple between his teeth, actually biting and chewing as well as sucking.
His mind seemed to flash back to his imagine and he fancied himself taking nourishment from his mother's rounded paps. They seemed so firm, so wonderfully heavy, and the nipples against his tongue were ambrosia. He alternated from the right teat to the left, sucking, chewing, biting, and actually almost swallowing the fleshy nubbins deep into his throat, feeling the firmness scrape against the roof of his mouth.
"My darling son," Arlene murmured, holding his head close to her breast. "My wonderful child. Suck them, chew them, bite them until they hurt."
He had her left nipple between his back teeth now, and he proceeded clamping down on it as if it were meant to eventually be gulped into his belly. Arlene writhed with impatient salaciousness, knowing her son's mouth would eventually be working in her creaming twat, but unable to contain herself any longer. His was as sensual a mouth as Ron's, and his tongue and lips excited her as much as those of her husband/brother.
Remembering how his mother's tongue had licked down his belly, Jerry now began using his tongue on hers, letting it draw a wet line to her navel where he reamed it in and let it run around, thrusting it as deeply as he could.
Her hand was pushing his head, moving his licking mouth lower, and now his chin was rubbing the lovely golden down covering her pelvis. He could smell the clean, healthy scent being emitted from there, and suddenly he found his mouth watering in his anxiety to taste the heady wine-like flow being released from her sopping center.
Opening his mouth wide, he stuck his tongue out as far as he could and probed straight for the heart of her luscious cunt. His tongue lanced directly into the leaking middle, tasting the salty overflow. He drank it into his mouth as his tongue continued probing farther and farther into her, delving into the infinite depths of her passion pit. In it went, a solid, slick piece of oral fuck-meat, lapping at the roof of his mother's vagina, setting off millions of tiny erotic sparks inside her, making her mind explode with lustful desire.
Her solid, pillarly white thighs clamped around her young son's head as his tongue came sliding out and lapped at her swollen, upstanding clitoris. He licked it again and again, feeling her jump each time as an oscillatory thrill made her spine shudder with tingling rapture. His continually moving tongue, running from her dripping center to her pendulating man-in-the-boat sent one violent Shockwave of vital exigency after another coursing through her quavering shell. It was an ardent flame, lancing straight up to her heart before withdrawing and saturating her quivering, fervid bud of sensuality. His tongue moved more swiftly as he became used to the taste of her, building a higher plane of excitement in her trembling body.
To Jerry it was still unbelievable. He'd never dreamed to have his beautiful mother suck his cock so expertly. Nor could he have believed in a million years that he would be here now, sucking the sweet syrup being emitted by her luscious cunt. She was a queen, a woman above all others, not only to be loved and respected as a mother, but to be revered and adored like a wonderful lover, a passionate mistress, a marvelous, wanton and truly feminine woman. Yes, she was his mother. Let all his friends talk about other women. Let them dream on about the hundreds of females for whom they lusted but would never possess. He was now lapping the delicious cunt of the most wonderful, marvelous, superb woman in existence. That she was his mother only served to enhance the physical love he had for her.
He pressed his lips tightly around the fleshy little bud, compressing them and letting his tongue lap away strongly, feeling her alabaster loins crush his temples as he licked all the harder. She was coming to a crisis. He could sense it. How he knew it he couldn't quite tell, but he knew it. He could feel the vibrations of her being become more concentrated and more violent. Yes, the sensation was building as her wonderful body became more and more taut, her center rising higher and higher like a bow whose string was being pulled farther and farther.
And then, just as a bow releasing an arrow, she suddenly straightened out, twining her thighs even more tightly about his head as she blasted a load of lubrication all over his hungering face, washing it as thoroughly as if she'd sprayed him with a hose. Only the waters splashing into his eyes, nostrils and mouth was the sweetest, most perfumed, most wonderfully delicious liquid he'd ever known. He drank and drank and drank, quenching his thirst from a never-ending gusher. Her deep, infinite well continued expelling more and more, letting him glut himself. He drank, gluing his mouth to the hole from which he, himself, had emerged twelve years earlier, to the day. His mother had told him she'd had a hard time giving birth to him and his brother and two sisters, and tasting the liquid from her inferno he could understand why. Anyone lodged in so delightful a chamber would never want to be quit of it. Now he was trying to return, his tongue slurping deep into the hairy furrow, feeling the insides of her luscious labial extensions surrounding his nose and mouth, sensing their slickness, licking more and more of her sweet tasting juices.
The taste of her savory vaginal pit roused the strong hunger in him all the more, and now he wanted to sink himself into her. He wanted to bury his long, hard, swollen mast deep into that delightful cauldron of ten thousand delights, feeling the inner tunnel completely surround and grip him.
His mouth began working its way up through the tender golden moss, licking her flesh with ardent hunger. He stopped at her navel long enough to dip his tongue in once more, then continued up to her full, bossed, papulous orbs. His teeth bit hard on the elastic, sponge-like extensions of solid, pink flesh. He sucked strongly, almost as if he could once again nourish himself from her mammiform nodules.
Arlene felt the torrid, rising passion in her son, and was grateful he felt as hungry for her as she did for him. Her full, solid, meaty thighs clamped tightly around his middle as his lips continued nursing at her bulbous teats. Wild orgasms continued pounding their way through her body even though he'd taken his tongue from her lusting honey-pot. His lips on her nipples were now causing strong climaxes to rush through her as she'd never felt before. She knew it wasn't because she loved Ron any less. She'd experienced the ultimate sensations with Ron, and there was no way she'd have been able to sense anything more.
But Jerry was an experience added onto that of Ron. He wasn't a one time lover, with whom she would share a congressional experience and then leave. He was an added lover, and he was, in essence, picking up where Ron had ended, because his love for her, in its own way, was every bit as strong as that of her husband/brother. She needed him as much as she'd always needed Ron, and she knew when Gary, her second son, was twelve, the sensation would complete itself, since he would be that ultimate feeling few, if any, women are able to attain.
Now, the solid, cylindrical, brazen lance of flesh was pressing itself against the split bisecting her convex, white, outer labia. It pushed hard, stabbing here and there, not quite able to center itself, and finally, after what seemed an eternity, she reached down, gripped the solid roller, and aimed it where it belonged. And then it was sliding in, not quite as thick as Ron's, but no less sensuous, no less demanding, no less satisfying. It tunneled through her, running its full length all the way in, lodging in the inner depths, filling her quite satisfactorily.
Like a jackhammering piston it withdrew right up to its thick coronal ridge, then thundered forward with all the power and speed of a hurtling locomotive. It slammed all the way in, then pulled all the way back, then powered itself right back in again, filling her entire vaginal cavity with blissful stopping.
"F . . . f . . . fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me, Jerry. Keep on fuckinggggg . . . meeee!"
And responding to his mother's will, Jerry continued plundering the steaming depths of her flaming pussy, driving his turgid meat in again and again, luxuriating in the sensation of her thighs surrounding him, cradling him so he could continue slamming into her blistering cunt with all the power he could muster.
Her mouth surrounding his cock had been heaven, and her tongue was a dream many men never know in their entire lifetimes, and now a new dimension of bliss was added as his throbbing prick drilled into her slick, oceanic, unalloyed, halcyon pussy. He fucked into her strongly, wildly, relentlessly, mercilessly, expecting no less quarter from the hungering maw, continually swallowing his driving cock again and again.
Because of the speedy way he'd come the first time, he was somewhat better at controlling himself, now. He could feel the white lava rumbling in his testicles, and he knew it was only a matter of seconds before the next rush came pouring out of him. But another urge had lodged itself in his body. He wanted to come, but he wanted to be sure his mother also came. He realized how much he loved her, and how important it was she attain total satisfaction. There was, after all, no doubt in his mind that he would attain another satisfactory peak. But he knew if he came too quickly, he'd leave his mother hanging. Not that he wouldn't finish her with his mouth if necessary, but just as he knew the climax he was about to feel shooting in her cunt was different from the one he'd enjoyed when blasting into her mouth, so would her climax feel different caused by being poled rather than tongued.
He slowed his thrusts slightly, plunging deeper and harder into her, and she responded by sighing and clasping her thighs more tightly around his waist. Yes, he was reaching her. He could tell by the tightening of her slick cuntwalls around his plunging pudendum that she was almost there. A little longer, and she would be climbing the wonderful rainbow, and then he could scale it right behind her.
Arlene felt how superb her son's driving cock felt in her inner chamber, and it never occurred to her he would climax before she, leaving her unsatisfied. He was the product of both, herself and her beloved brother, Ron. Both had always held the other's consideration above their own. Jerry could be no different.
And he proved it by pile driving his solid, rigid tool all the way in and out with unflagging vigor. It rubbed all four vaginal walls, and she felt that magnificent, overpowering sensation suddenly rise out of nowhere and hit her right in her clitoral nerves. It spread like a lovely cancer, charging through her body until she felt the thrills actually shooting from her fingers and toes. And then Ron, no longer able to contain himself, delivered his second series of withering blasts, enhancing the ultimate sensation for both of them all the more.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next year was a blissful prelude to Arlene of even better things to come. She made sure Ron got his full share of her body, giving him no less of herself than before, and actually enjoying him all the more now because she could appreciate the varied differences between him and Jerry. And since both were demanding men, she was laid at least six times a week, and many times seven, eight, nine, and even ten times in a single week when both took her at different times the same day. But she had no complaints. Fucking and being fucked by the men she loved was a good thing of which she could not have too much.
It was inevitable that Jerry, toward the end of the eleventh month he was with his mother, eventually confided in Gary, his younger brother, arid the latter was dying to know what it was like. Finally Gary approached his mother and told her what Jerry had told him, and his mother admitted it was all true. She told Gary he would be allowed to enjoy her on his twelfth birthday, which was only two months away.
The night before his birthday, she invited him into the bedroom with both, Ron and Jerry, and told him he could watch and see what was done so he'd know what to do himself, the following night.
Ron, Jerry, and Arlene were quick to undress, and Gary, unable to control himself, dropped his own pants, grabbing his already-stiff cock in his hand. He watched as his father licked up and down his mother's spine, letting his tongue run down into her asscrack, and even pausing to lick her anal entrance thoroughly. It had never occurred to him anyone would enjoy lapping an asshole, but he watched his father do it with relish. At the same time, his brother Jerry was attaching his mouth to his mother's pouting pussy. Jerry lay on his back, with Arlene lying above him in a sixty nine position, her mouth swallowing his solid, towering cock, grown longer and thicker in the past year, while Ron still licked his wife's asshole.
Staring, Gary could see the rich, full pinkness of her inner cunt from where he sat as the labia split wide to thrill to Jerry's lunging tongue. Gary could see the heavy moisture forming inside and dripping out, only to-be caught by his brother's tongue and swallowed deep into his throat.
Then, while Arlene still hovered over Jerry in a sixty-nine, Ron straddled his son's head with his own knees, driving his thick cock against the tiny, budlike asshole he had just licked. And Gary could see his mother's mouth tighten around Jerry's plunging prick as his father slowly pushed his iron, push-pull rod ever so slowly into the tiny asshole. He was amazed to see her sphincter swell, enlarge, and surround the fleshy roller, and could hear her squeal, even with her mouth literally stuffed with Jerry's divine rod. And then her head began bobbing in cadence with her husband's ass-pumping. To Gary it looked as if a gigantic tube ran from his father's pumping groin, through his mother's ass and through her body, coming out her mouth and attaching itself to his brother's ramming schlong. His eyes bulged with wonder as he stared at his beautiful blonde mother, her huge tits hanging down, wobbling from side to side as she thrust herself forward and back, thrilling to the two masculine prods reaming through her, while Jerry's mouth continually sucked at her leaking pussy.
His hand gripped his own throbbing piece of vibrant meat and he pulled hard, staring with wonderment at the tableau before him. Christ, but it was one beautiful sight. And to think he would become part of it in a very short while.
He watched as his mother's body tightened. His brother's tongue, reaming in and out of her flooding passion pit, thirstily drinking the flowing juices now running in heavy spasming spurts into his mouth. Rivulets of the flowing water were dripping down his cheeks, and Gary felt a pang of jealousy at not being able to taste the oily substance pouring into Jerry's mouth. Then he watched as his mother's thighs clamped tightly around his brother's face, and any view he'd had of her cunt was now completely hidden.
His father's fuck-pole, steaming in and out of his mother's ass, had him fascinated. He loved the way the ragged-looking sphincter gripped the plunging cock so tightly. Even nicer to look at were the moons of his mother's full ass, so white, bulging, and beautiful.
His own hand tugged harder on his rampant meat now, yanking and pulling as if anxious to reach the conclusion he thought might never come. He could feel the flanged tip of his prick as it rubbed between his thumb and his palm, and each time he stroked his fingers across it, he felt another small surge of pleasure.
Then his eyes wandered to his mother's beautiful face, watching as her cheeks alternately hollowed and bloated, pulling and sucking on Jerry's meaty pump. Hell, he was bigger than Jerry in that department, even if he was younger. His stiff, swollen cock was longer than Jerry's, but a fraction of an inch shorter than his father's. But, even though only twelve, his meat was already thicker than his father's. His would eventually be the longest, thickest cock of the trio.
Now he stared, goggle-eyed as his mother's mouth rose and fell swiftly around the up-thrust hose of Jerry's stalwart prong. Her lips were actually compressing and easing around the phallic wand as her head bobbed up and down with amazing rapidity. He could see the way her hand was holding Jerry's balls, surrounding them in a firm, milking grip of tightness, determined to squeeze every last drop of pumping semen from them when the time came for his brother to peak.
And that time was just about at hand as she jammed her head all the way down, gripping the base of his up-thrusting cock with her teeth, all but actually biting through the solid meat as he sighed and moaned, his vocal efforts echoing through the chamber of his mother's squirting cunt. His fulcrum rammed up, hard and high, and Gary could see the muscles in his brother's thighs straining as he began shooting wad after wad of heavy, thick semen down her gobbling throat. She drank the white cream as if it were honeyed mead, her throat contracting again and again as she swallowed the heavy outpourings from his pulsing, shooting cock.
Gary could see his brother's phallic baton starting to shrink, yet his mother kept her mouth tightly glued to it, letting her tongue rub up and down against the back of it. And while her mouth sucked and tugged at the shriveling meat, her thighs remained tightly clamped around his head, squeezing, pressing, crushing, and making Gary wish it was his head surrounded by those columnar loins.
But most of all, Gary was enjoying the sight of his mother's plundered ass. It was a beautiful thing to behold, the twin globous, annular, campanulate spheres compressed tightly around his father's thick, ramming tube; the white of her ovoid cheeks a vivid contrast to the dark pink pole with the purple head sliding in and out between them. Yes, he wanted to ram his own thick cock up that beautiful ass even more than he wanted it in her mouth, or even in her cunt.
Even as he thought, he saw his mother's mouth release Jerry's now-shrunken worm of a pecker, and when she opened her thighs he slid out from under her, letting his father really thunder away. And then his dad was pounding into his mom's rectum like a steam hammer. His hands, which had formed a ring around her waist to keep her close, were clutching wildly to her as she, with her mouth wide open, was panting and grunting, fingering her own pussy. It was a sight guaranteed to drive stronger men than the young Gary insane with lust.
Standing, still pulling on his own rampant prong, he walked over to where his father was thrusting his jackhammering pole deep into the tight rectal confines of his mother's rear passage. He felt himself sweating as much as his father, and couldn't resist standing there and staring at those spherical oviforms. He watched his father's mighty truncheon ream its way deeper and deeper into his loving mother's anal corridor, and he could tell his mother was loving the sensation every bit as much as his father.
Slowly walking around to the front of his mother, he kept yanking on his swollen cylinder, watching her shudder as her fingers, rubbing back and forth between her thighs, brought her to yet another orgasm. It was truly a sight to behold.
Her head was partially raised and almost flung back as Ron's mighty, massive ramming cock seemed to expand inside her asshole. He was about to come. Yes, she had been fucked by him long enough and often enough to know every little thing about him, and one thing she always seemed aware of was his readiness to pop a load.
And then her eyes locked on the phallus in front of her. It was one she'd never really seen before, and a hand was tugging on it, straining to make it come. She could see its purple point enlarge and knew it, too, was about to unload. And as Ron shot his spunk into her ass, she saw the other cock fire a stream of white fluid straight at her face. Her mouth opened and in it went, and darn if it didn't taste as good as Ron's and Jerry's.
CHAPTER SIX
That night, Gary barely slept, looking forward to the next day, his birthday, when he and his mother would be alone. He wouldn't have to share her the first time. He'd have her all to himself, and he'd be able to do the things he saw his father and brother indulging in. He'd have his cock sucked, he'd lap his mother's darling pussy, he'd fuck her, but most important of all, if he kept his cock hard long enough, he'd finally be able to bury it between the white globes of her lush asscheeks. God, but she had such a beautiful ass.
And the following day, after a late lunch at which a birthday cake was served, Ron and Jerry took Maxine and Hilda out, leaving Gary alone with Arlene.
"Well, Gary," his mother said, leading him into the same bedroom in which he'd seen her perform the previous day, "unlike Jerry, you know what it's all about. You know what has to be done and how to do it. Think you're ready?"
"Ma, I've been ready for the last three years. Heck, I started whacking off half a year before Jerry. Not that I can claim to know more than him, or pretend I've had any kinda experience, but fucking is something that's been on my mind a long time, now. I just never dreamed I'd be lucky enough to do it with you."
"And now that you know you can have me, does it bother or irritate you in any way?"
"Heck no, Ma. I know you had some kinda operation so you can't have no more kids. So I can't see the harm in dicking you. Heck, it's really too good to be true. From what Jerry tells me, you're the greatest lay a guy could ever have, so even if I got something on the outside, it'd never compare to you."
'Then suppose you and I get down to the serious business of fucking, sucking, and anything else you'd like."
"You're the boss Ma. You tell me what we should do first."
"Well, with your father and brother, we began with a little fellatio. Both came instantly the first time."
"Would you like to start like that with me?"
"Well, Gary, to tell you the truth, while you were in the room with us, yesterday, jerking off, you did shoot a jet of semen into my mouth, and it tasted very good. But yours is a little sweeter than either of your brother's or your father's. So what say we save the blowing until the end, for dessert, so to speak."
"I'm with you, Ma. So tell me, what do we do?"
"We begin by getting undressed," she pointed out, and as he stripped, Gary thought it a very good idea.
Once again he stared at his mother's nude body, his eyes bugging out of his head at the wonderment of her. She was almost thirty-one, now, and her body was as beautiful as that of any eighteen year old. Her breasts were still firm and full, the nipples staring at him like a pair of eyes. He could feel his mouth watering as he stared at the narrowness of her waist and the flatness of her beautiful belly, winking at him with its navel. Her wide, flaring hips swayed gently, invitingly, and he knew she was a pearl among women; a jewel the possession of which would make him the wealthiest of males even though he was a mere twelve years old.
He didn't wait to hear what she had to say next. Instead, he merely walked over to her, turned her around, and threw her down on the bed, belly-first. Before she could inquire what he had in mind his face was kissing her globous buttocks, chewing on the two soft, white spheroids. She relaxed, letting his shaking hands part the two white gluteal circles so his tongue could stab into her flowerlike anus. The soft, brown, spider-like flesh was totally relaxed as his tongue plunged into it, tasting the scented soap she'd used to cleanse herself. He licked voraciously, his tongue trying to ram its point past the web-like opening, savoring the purity of her flesh as he probed. He salivated heavily, allowing his drool to settle in the brown pucker, using the tip of his tongue to push it I farther and farther in.
Content her anus was as lubricated as possible, he reached down and felt his own seminal oil coating his torrid cock. He rubbed it all over, then proceeded to mount his mother from behind. Using his knees, he forced her thighs wide part and then sank his cock between the swollen, lunar orbs of her buttocks. His penial tip pressed against the sphincter opening. She relaxed as best she could, already sensing the thickness of this penis. She knew it was even thicker than Ron's, and it would be like a first buggering all over again. Only this time her rectal passage was used to stretching, and the pain would be minimal, if at all.
Gripping Arlene around her hips, her younger son began pushing hard, feeling his slippery cock press directly against the starry entrance of her asshole. He heard her grunt as he pushed forward, and then felt the fine line of her asshole open into a round void as the very point of his seething cock now began to effect an entrance. In it went a little deeper, half the purple crown now inside, thrilling to the constant pressure of her sphincter still attempting to push him back.
"Love you . . . uhhh . . . ma," he grunted, and pulled her toward him, forcing her ass muscle to finally surrender as it opened to take the entire throbbing, swollen glans.
Christ! he thought. What feeling. What fantastic feeling. And the fact that it was his mother's asshole made that feeling twice as good.
"My God!" she muttered. "You're broader than your father. I really feel as if I'm being . . . uhhh . . . stuffed."
Sparkling sensation surrounded his corona. Tiny pinpoints of ecstatic, rhapsodic excitement tingled through his attacking cock. It clutched the spongy glans and began sucking him into her, sending the chilling rapture shooting along the full length of the balance of his solid cock, into his groin and shooting through his shivering, tight scrotum, titillating his testicles.
For her part, Arlene found her anal hallway able to stretch without pain, and therefore felt superlative pricklings running rampant in her ass. She bounced and twitched, enjoying every added bit of penetration.
Gary sent his flail easing in a bit deeper, really turning on as the heated bliss began flaming through him. The wild, uncontrollable urge to ejaculate almost overpowered him, but unlike his father and brother, he found he had some slight control over himself. Slight changes in position allowed him deeper penetration without being overpowered by the need to spurt . . . just yet.
His hands rubbed her creamy buttocks, feeling their smoothness, pinching them and thrilling to the way they yielded to his fingers. Their soft texture made him hungry to bite them, and had he now been halfway into her, impaling her luscious asshole on the flesh spit of his lusting cock, he would have knelt down then and there, and he'd have bitten, hard. As it was, he had to concentrate his mind into his plowing prick, feeling it inch in a bit more, and yet a bit more. The tight, clutching grasp of her squeezing sphincter pulled him in a bit deeper, yet.
"Oh God!" she expounded. "It feels so unbelievably tight and absolutely delightful. Push it all the way in, Gary, all the way."
Tightening the hold he had around his mother's wanton thighs, Gary rammed forward, and with a mighty surge shoved the rest of his thickness all the way into her. His thighs smacked loudly into those luscious, creamy buns, and his pelvis, still hairless, rubbed tightly against her parted split, thrilling her all the more as it massaged her anal opening.
"Now," she ordered. "Start pumping."
And pump he did, reaming his solid, meaty circumference through her tight, strangulating asshole. He rammed hard, thrusting it all the way in each time and drawing it out to the knobby point, just as he'd seen his father do the day before. In again out again, in again out again, he slammed his phallic wand all the way through her anal membranes, feeling the soft, wispy tissues cling to the surface of his running prick. Wave after wave of unadulterated rapture swept over him as his plunging slimuck knifed through the widening canal, feeling the tender flesh futilely attempt to fight back.
Her swollen buttocks pressed tightly against his thighs and he found it uncomfortable to try and maintain a hold around her loins. It was easier to reach forward and under, and grab her pendulous, dangling boobs, and grip them tightly, allowing himself a far better hold.
Somehow, she got her thighs between his, and closed them tightly, all but locking his thrusting cock into her flaming rectum. As great as the surrounding pressure had been before, it was far greater now, and he felt her slam her ass hard against him, her own fingers locked between her loins, pressing hard on her fully enlarged clit, feeling his thick, prodding cock pressuring the nerves in her ass attached to those in her vaginal canal. And with the counter-pressure of her fingers, she knew she was damn-well going to come.
"Fuck faster." she whispered hoarsely. "Jam it up there, Gary."
His father had perspired heavily, but he was sweating like a horse. The perspiration was falling off him in heavy drops, dripping onto her soft, white back, making her spine glisten. His lungs were aflame as he pumped resoundingly, almost hearing the echo of his cock as it bounced off her colon.
"Can't.. . hold it.. . any more," he gasped, moving ever faster and shortening his stroke to match the speed.
"Come," she begged. "Come! Shoot that white-hot cream into your mother's ass. Shoot, my loving son, shoot!"
And then she let out a loud, long wail, squealing with paroxysms of delight as she attained her own first orgasm. The crushing penis in her ass had made sufficient contact with the deep nerve connected to her vagina, and the matching pressure of her fingers set her off on an atomic orgasm. Her entire body seemed to erupt with unbelievable ecstasy.
"Ohhhh Maaaaa!" Gary wailed, screaming as he felt the blazing gism come rushing up through his penial tube and flash into his mother's rectum. All the feelings, all the sensations, all the overpowering pleasures he'd felt before were as nothing compared to this new, thundering delight. This was the ultimate human experience, and to think he was sharing it with the one woman he loved most in all the world. He hadn't had to wait until he'd fallen in love with some stranger ten or fifteen years from now. No, this was more than fucking, it was love. And the fact that he was using his dear mother's rectum made it all the more sacred a feeling. Soon he would fuck her mouth and her cunt, and then his tongue would fuck all three orifices, ending by sucking her sweet clit until she attained total fulfillment.
At that point Arlene suddenly took the offensive. As Gary's still semi-turgid phlange came popping out of her ass, she threw him onto his back, using one hand to press him down and keep him there. Meanwhile her other hand began rubbing his ponderous pidookie, massaging and squeezing it, feeling all the white luscious semen coating it making her movements that less frictional. She tugged and yanked and rubbed, squatting over it and letting the ponderous, mushroom-shape cap rub between her labial doors. It took very little encouragement on her part to make the fleshy snake become a bonelike stalagmite of petrified rock. Still on her haunches, Arlene lowered herself onto his come-covered member, and sat, letting her round haunches come to rest on his thighs. The slickness let his thick, swollen pecker penetrate her seething snatch immediately. It slammed in right to the base, and her blonde hairs tickled his bare pelvis. They were so closely interlocked, it was all but impossible to say to whom the pubic hair really belonged, but for the fact that Gary's head of hair was a few shades darker than that of his mother.
He reached out and pulled on her vibrating nipples, making them swell and enlarge all the more as his thumbs began a wild, rhythmic massage. The woman churned and rotated her dripping vagina, pressing her outwardly curved labia hard against his pubis, creating the feeling she was attempting to suck him all the way into her.
Gary delighted in feeling the full weight of his mother as she sat, wildly bouncing and rhythmically spinning, going nowhere at a thousand knots an hour.
Her tightening pouch clung tightly to his driving staff as she rose and fell with swift, regular rhythm. Crushing static pressed in around his rigid staff, creating wild unimaginable feelings. Gary had, like his brother, heard of the wonders of sex, and had always tried to imagine how great it would feel. But imagination could never begin to help him realize how truly superb it felt. His mother's squeezing, pressuring cuntwalls were every bit as tight, to him, as her anal channel. True he didn't have those ass moons with which to play, but he could feel those luscious, plump ellipsoids slam against his thighs each time she came crashing down, and the sensation was absolutely delightful.
Now her weeping pussy moved down even more quickly, surrounding his up-thrusting rigidity like an oversized squid sucking in a. live fish. More and more of his thick, turgid, blazing meat went spearing up into the rawness of her feminine gash as the static now became a full electric charge, running through his entire body.
Because his mother was squatting rather than kneeling, Gary, by raising his head, had a full view of his swollen pump pushing into the fur-lined wound of her puffy pussy. The vaginal walls made loud, deliriously-thrilling sucking noises each time she came squishing down. Rivers of thick, transparent cunt water came running down, bathing his pelvis. And since there were no hairs there to absorb the liquid mass, pools began forming around the base of his thrusting wand. Some of it was actually seeping along the crevices where his thighs joined his body, and then leaking along his asscheeks.
Arlene felt more thrilled than ever. The cycle was complete. Her second son's thick, burgeoning cock filled her sweet cunthole as satisfactorily as it had her rectum, minutes before. It was even thicker than Ron's, and that, combined with its newness, plus the fact that she loved Gary as much as she did Jerry and Ron, made a hundred minor orgasms shoot through her as she continued her crouching bounce. She'd had the love of a brother and two sons as fucking men as well as relatives.
His young, inexperienced flesh-lance probed deep into her womanly pocket, its fervidity more than compensating for its nescience in such matters. It vibrated deep in her feminine tunnel, rousing more and more of her unguent secretions.
There was every possibility she might have fallen backward a few times had his strong fingers not clutched her vibrant nipples so strongly. His thumbs continued rubbing the pink nubbins, turning them red, as blood filled them to capacity. She felt electric sensations where his thumbs continually rasped against the sensitive grapelike shapes.
Now her movement began to speed up as she felt the big climax starting to overtake her. It sped through her soft, tender, twat tissues, building to where it began charging into her full-swollen clit, and from there it raged through the rest of her body like a wild forest fire. Her inner pussylips clamped onto his slick cock so tightly, in spite of the secretions covering it, it was unable to move. And because he was trying, the pulsating of her crushing walls as she spasmed caused him to reach an eruptive conclusion. His second blast was every bit as strong as his first, sending gushers of white, flaming semen into her womanly well. If the liquid was somewhat less in quantity than it had been when he'd blown a wad into her sweet asshole, the feeling was no less intense now as he hosed a blast into her tight, strangling snatch.
At that point Gary flung her off his body, throwing her flat on the bed. Moving around to where her head lay, he hovered directly over her and sank his weakening cock into her mouth, letting her not only drink what little he was still shooting, but allowing her mouth to cleanse the combination of sperm and lubrication from his thick, rubbery phallus.
With his knees planted on either side of her head, he leaned forward and sank his face straight into her steaming muff, tasting the same fluids now filling her mouth. His tongue delved straight into her blazing chamber, licking out the thick secretions he had only just deposited there, stopping only to occasionally flatten itself out against the full-swollen bud of her oscillating clitoris. He lapped like a starving anteater, slurping long and loud as his oral member stretched itself to its limit, rubbing strongly against the blood-swollen clitoral meat. He learned to compress his lips around it, pressing hard with his tongue, whipping said tongue back and forth across the clit's ultra-sensitive head.
Fumes seemed to come steaming out of her frothing cunt as she bounced to the tune his lapping member set. Inexperienced, yes . . . but a natural cunnilinguist if ever one existed. He would soon be better than his brother, and might even equal his father.
Gary felt his cock stop shriveling the moment he sank it into the depths of his hungering mother's mouth. He felt her lips convulse around the hose as he moved it back and forth, wild, inconceivable rapture shooting through him each time he either plunged down or pulled up. Her tongue was doing a masterful job of massaging his aching penial underside, and now the mass of fuck flesh began to once again stiffen. Keeping his weight firmly balanced on his knees, he plunged the blistering, thickening dork deeper and deeper into her throat, feeling her pharynx squeeze the penial tip, which in turn only forced it to swell even larger, which made the compressions caused by her throat even more sensational.
As his tongue slurped through his mother's naturally-perfumed well, he realized he liked the taste of his sperm in her sloshing interior as much as he did her own wonderful juices. He would never have considered tasting the seed all the times he'd jerked off, nor would he do so if he ever pulled his cock again. But mingled with his mother's lotion-like moisture, it became a tasty, tangy balm thrilling him as he drank.
Little by little as he licked, the taste of his own seed disappeared and more and more of his mother's zesty fluids filled his mouth. Wanting to continue enjoying the taste of himself, he larruped his tongue into her twitching asshole, thrilling to the way her sphincter all but denied him entrance. Even so, enough gummy liquid was seeping out her ass so he could mingle it with the flavorful drippings of her luscious pussy, and yet it served only to increase his appetite for more.
Arlene felt her younger son's tongue reaming her anus and a stalactite of delight coursed through her body. She shuddered each time his probing oral digit pointed itself into the tiny rear orifice, licking out a bit more of the white seminal discharge he had only recently squirted in there. Every now and again he pulled her a bit lower so he could sink his teeth into the soft, white orbs of her all-but-nerveless asscheeks. He bit hard, stopping short of breaking the skin, but leaving deep indentations, making her squirm with unbridled passion. Yes, he was a natural lover, just like his father.
His cock, a shade shorter than his father's, but broader, tasted wonderful on her tongue as she licked and sucked, pulling with her lips, feeling it stretch her mouth to a width she had never previously known. It absolutely filled her, and when she finally managed to take the wedge-shaped head into her throat, she felt it actually expand her gullet. Totally experienced in the art of fellatio, the stuffiness of the horn made her feel all the more elated. She could taste the hard-but-yielding dome as it pushed deeper and deeper into her questing esophagus, and then her lips and teeth were pressing on the hard meat of the solid cock's trunk, savoring the taste of his body and flesh. She munched and chewed the solid pipe, exalting in the thoroughly wanton action as she felt it harden to its utmost. Her lips pressed hard, while her tongue rubbed with unregenerate rapacity, wanting that final spicy condiment of sexual relish still bubbling in his balls. Her mouth was a sucking, pulling leech, eager to reach that final, ultimate, terminal completion, while her seething twat was already spurting heavy loads of newly-manufactured lubrication into her son's salacious mouth.
Gary drank continually, no longer able to taste his own sapidity, drinking the flushing fountain of syrup expelled by his loving mother's fuming sex hole. Thirstily, intently, ardently, keenly he drained the flooding tide of expelling sauce.
Her fingers danced on his swollen balls, caressing the sac as it tightened and withdrew into his groin, preparing to squeeze out the libation she so desirously sought. There was already a light throbbing in the tube inside his phallic baton as it tried waving in her mouth, as if attempting to conduct a sexual sonata of libertinous proclivity.
Matching the beat of his pulsing cock, Gary's tongue slurped heartily against his mother's twitching clit, making it thrum as if to the same symphonic tempo.
He stiffened as her finger sought and found his asshole, and then thrilled to the pleasure of her finger, wet with the liquid puddling in her own pelvis. It slipped right in, and now he knew the sensual gratification of his own rectum being invaded as he rammed his librating phallus deeper and deeper. The combination of her finger in his tight ass, combined with the pressure of her throat on his glans was the final straw, sending him up and over the top of Pleasure Mountain. And as he fired his white brandy down Arlene's throat, he felt her thighs cross behind his neck, signaling her final, ultimate attainment.
CHAPTER SEVEN
For the next four years the Kress Family continued living blissfully on Middle Island. Jerry and Gary shared their mother with Ron, their father. Most of the time Ron had her to himself when he did have her, but on occasion he let the two of them join him in filling all three of Arlene's orifices at once, which was the ultimate pleasure for her. The three men she loved most in all the world were giving her the greatest love they could, each to the best of his ability.
Gary, in spite of his having the thickest phallus, almost always plugged his mother's rectum whenever they had a menage a quatre. Ron would lie beneath her and savor the deliciousness of her always elastically-tight cunt, while Jerry thrilled to the feeling of Arlene's knowing mouth as it always managed to suck every lingering drop of creamy come out of him. Occasionally they would switch around.
And when Ron wasn't around, Arlene divided herself between Jerry and Gary. Most of the time she took them separately, but every now and again she would take the two on at once.
By tacit agreement, neither Jerry nor Gary had spoken to either of their sisters concerning sex. They were willing to let their father initiate each of the girls, provided each was willing, after which, if the girls each agreed, they could take on their brothers.
Maxine and Hilda were both well-developed for their ages, and at fifteen and fourteen respectively, each looked more like nineteen. Maxine had flaming red hair, and her face as well as her slender figure was dotted with freckles. Her bosom wasn't large like her mother's, but it was round and ripe. She wore a thirty-four B bra, when she bothered wearing one. Much of the time, especially during the summer when it was hot and a bra could chafe, she let her apple-shaped knockers stand by themselves under an all but transparent blouse.
Maxine was no dummy, and by the time her fifteenth birthday came, she knew all there was to know about sex. The only remaining question was, how did she feel about incest? Did she feel the same love for her father and her brothers as her mother felt? Did she want them for lovers?
For her fifteenth birthday, Ron took Maxine to see a triple X-rated movie all about incest. She easily looked over eighteen, and the girl at the ticket window never questioned her age when Ron bought the tickets and ushered her inside.
They sat through the film quietly, and afterward, Ron took her to a malt shop and bought her a soda, asking, "What did you think of the movie?"
"As movies go, it had a terrible story," she confided. "I mean, it was merely an excuse for showing fornication on the screen."
"Then I take it the picture in no way appealed to you."
She finished her soda, sipping slowly, her lips pursed lightly around the straw, then turned to her father and said, "It never really occurred to me to like or dislike it. But what I think you want to know is, would I like making it with you."
Ron blushed, amazed at how uncannily she had read his thoughts. But her candidness called for forthrightness on his part, and he nodded, saying, "You're a beautiful girl, Maxine. Your body is almost fully mature. But you have to be the one to decide who will be the first to possess it."
'Tell me one thing, father," she wanted to know. "You and mother, except for the color of your hair, look almost exactly alike. Is that the result of propinquity, or is it because the two of you are closely related, say like first cousins?"
"Say like brother and sister," he told her, frankly. When the girls eyes widened, he nodded and said, "Yes, Maxine. Your mother and I are brother and sister. We came to love one another so much we couldn't bear the idea of either of us giving our bodies to anyone else. I know about all the arguments against incest, but the fact remains, look how you, Hilda, and your brothers turned out. And to this day I love your mother more than any woman alive, though you and Hilda are close seconds, both tied for second place at the present time."
'This desire must really be an inherited thing," she smiled. "You see, dad, all my sexual fantasies revolve around Jerry and Gary, though I've never told either one of them. I didn't dare so much as -dream of making it with you. I mean, most fathers would slap their daughters down for such an idea."
"And now that you know how I feel?"
"I think I would very much like to swing with you, dad. But the first time I don't want the others to know about it."
"It's kind of late," he let her know. "You see, Jerry and Gary have been scoring with your mother for the past four years. Jerry has been making it for five years. And if you're willing, after you and I have had a night together, each of them wants to share you along with me."
"Wow!" was all she could think to say. "And you really aren't ashamed to admit it?"
"Ashamed? Maxine, it's the purest form of love. Certainly there's physical lust involved, but lust is a part of love. And your mother, brothers, and I love one another very deeply."
"And I guess Hilda and I love all of you just as deeply," Maxine admitted. "I mean, we've always been a very close-knit family on just about everything, though I'll admit neither Hilda nor I was aware of what was going on with Jerry, Gary, you and mom. We love all of you about as deeply as we can, and I know I for one would be more than happy to score with you, father. But I'd like to make sure I don't become pregnant."
"I had a vasectomy right after Hilda was born, so there's no way I can create a baby in you."
"But what about Jerry and Gary?"
"They've learned all kinds of other sophisticated ways to do things so you won't have to worry about either of them penetrating you."
"Okay, dad. I'm game. Where do we go, home?"
"No. I think we should play the part of lovers to the hilt and go to a motel. You'll stay in the car while I register, and then we can go to the room together."
"Groovy."
"Let me warn you now, there's a terrific amount of pleasure and fun, but there's also a bit of pain. Think you're up to it?"
"I know all about the need for breaking my hymen and the feeling involved in the stretching of my vaginal walls. I've done a lot of reading, dad. Don't worry. I'm up to it if you are."
She noticed her father was shaking a little and attributed it to his worrying about the hurt he might cause her. Actually Ron was shaking in anticipation of getting into his daughter. Already he was feeling as he had the first night Arlene had suggested they do things together. He could hardly contain himself, yet he knew things had to be just right so his daughter could reap the most felicity from this, their first joining; the first of a multitude to come.
"You love me a lot, don't you dad?" she asked in an offhand way as they left the malt shop and got into his car.
"Very much," he assured her.
"I'm glad, because I absolutely adore you. I can think of no penis I'd like more than yours inside me."
"Honey," he told her, heading for the nearby motel, "it's been a very long time since I've really had a thrilling feeling of newness like the one crawling all over me tonight. This will be our night, and I'll do my best to make you love every bit of it."
Maxine felt even more excited than her father, looking forward to her first physical experience. Anticipatory thrills trickled through her nervous system a she wondered just what it would be like. Oh she knew it was supposed to be fun. After all, a few of the girls with whom she went to high school confided to her their own experiences. One or two of them actually had surrendered her virginity to a senior or a college student. She could hardly wait now that she knew it was about to happen to her, and with her wonderful father, no less. What more could a girl want?
Ron registered them into a motel and parked the car directly in front of the unit they would be using. Then he ushered her inside, shut the door, and realized his heart was a trip hammer in his chest. Odd how he'd never had the urge to cheat on Arlene all the years they'd lived together. He'd seen scores of beautiful women, more than one of whom had looked invitingly at him. Yet none had meant a thing to him. But now, alone with his third child, his elder daughter, he felt heat rising in his groin as if he were some kind of inexperienced male virgin. She seemed more at ease than he.
He helped her off with her dress, then while she finished undressing, he took off his own clothes. When she turned to face him, he inhaled deeply. She had a lovely, slender, reed-like figure. Her round breasts were two gibbous globes, high, firm, with pink aureoles and nipples, just like the centers of her mother's tits. But Maxine was freckled from head to foot, and it added a new brilliance to her already-superb form. She had nice hips, but they didn't really flare. Her thighs were long, slender, and firm, and she had nice calves, even though they weren't plump.
Maxine stared at her father, at the dangling phallic member first beginning to rear itself at the sight of her. The black hair curling on his pelvis was still a forest of night. But the pink length of his snakelike member, topped with a purpling head was what held her attention. She didn't know what to think of it. True she knew what it was supposed to look like, having seen photos in hygiene class, but this was really the first time she'd had an opportunity to see one up close.
Ron's gaze locked on the flaming bush covering his daughter's pubis. It was a jungle of thick, lush, lustrous hair, short, but not wiry in appearance.
"You're beautiful," he finally breathed.
"Do I really please you, father?" she asked.
"Very much," he admitted.
"Then make a full-fledged woman of me," she told him.
He led her to the bed and made her lie down, stretching his own form out beside her. He could feel her breath starting to quicken and he knew she was extremely nervous.
"Don't worry," he whispered, his left hand encasing her ripe right breast, gently manipulating the growing nipple between his fingers. "It'll be good for the most part."
Maxine turned to face her father and felt his lips softly press hers, his tongue flicking across her closed mouth. She let him pull her body close to his, for the first time feeling his solid length of cock rub against her body. She trembled, at first from the fear of ignorance, and a moment later from the thrilling heat of his lubricating juices as they rubbed off on her thighs. Her arms went around him and held him close to her, not minding the discomfort of his hand crushing her round teat. Her mouth now kissed his, and her tongue reached out tentatively to flicker against his. She felt his tongue stiffen and thrust into her mouth, and quite naturally she sucked on it. Her teeth all but bit into it, and she had to admit she enjoyed the sensation of chewing. She shuddered as she breathed out a sigh, feeling his fingers reach down and cup her full buttock, squeezing softly and rousing her dormant desire. She pressed her fulcrum more readily against his straining, bronze-solid cock, enjoying its constant rubbing against her pouting labia.
Ron was more excited with each passing second. He knew if he attempted to deflower his daughter at this point, he would ejaculate instantly, and it would be awhile before he'd be able to raise his cane again. He had to make her come, then he had to make her understand his need for a climax. After his first shooting, he could work more easily with her, and then pop her cherry at a more leisurely pace.
The hand cupping her buttock came up and held the back of her head as his mouth pressed harder against hers, his tongue-tip counting her teeth and massaging her gums, fighting back her own licking member. Her nails pressed into his back, scratching and puncturing, but he noticed nothing as heat continued building inside him.
"Oh, daddy," she whispered, her hot breath flowing into his ear. "This is so good. It's everything a girl could ever want. Don't stop, darling daddy. Do things to me, keep me feeling good."
He released her head and began kissing her throat, letting his tongue draw light lines toward her chest She eased her grip on him and almost squeaked as his lips surrounded the pink bud of her right nipple and drew it into his mouth. He sucked slowly, letting his tongue run over the bumpiness of her nippled flesh. Like a soft bullet it lengthened, quivering to the beat of his licking tongue. Then his lips moved to her other breast, sucking the tumescent, spongy extension to its full length, letting it match the other one.
Now his tongue began moving down her body, teasing her soft, lightly curved belly, tickling her navel and making her squirm ecstatically. Then he licked lower, and when she would have reacted by tightening her thighs, he gently pried them open with his fingers. His fingertips touched the flaming bush and then moved lower, running up and down the line splitting her pouchy cunt. He could feel tiny droplets of womanly oil, and slowly parted the labial flaps, rubbing his fingers lightly along their insides. Maxine trembled with expectation, thrilling to the sensations he was already sending through her. Experimentally he pushed his middle finger slowly into her, feeling how crushingly tight the inside of her hot box gripped it. Her sweet, watering cunt was tighter than Arlene's rectal hole, and the thought of eventually being able to plunder it was so overpowering, he almost shot then and there.
The finger eased a little farther up into her hot, humid center, making her writhe again as she started softly moaning. He kept on sliding it back and forth, forcing it a little deeper each time until it touched the harrier of her thin, elastic, sticky maidenhead. He could feel it was a bit thicker than Arlene's had been, and he knew she would feel pain when he finally sundered it.
Her hard, solid thighs now began parting of their own volition, making the movement of his finger within her that much easier. Lowering his face to her juicing juncture, he could smell the musky effluvium within. Not having been prepared in advance for this, Maxine hadn't known to douche or cleanse herself, though she naturally kept that area nicely washed. Even so, he inhaled her natural scent, and it aroused the hungering animal in him that much more. His tongue went plunging into her, tasting the tang of her, sipping the heavier flow of her flowing oil. He smacked his lips, then sucked more of her outpouring viscosity, making loud noises, letting his daughter know how much he was enjoying the taste of her. And Maxine, hearing how much her father loved the flavor of her, completely abandoned herself to the sensation of his licking, sucking mouth, churning wildly each time his tongue lapped her oscillating clit.
Though she was the product of his sister and himself, Ron found Maxine to taste as different from Arlene as the latter had tasted from the three girl friends with whom he'd experimented. But where the three girls had all but turned him off, Maxine's slithery liquid served to arouse him even more. He hungered for even more of her delectable, juicy quim-fluid. He tongued the blazing slit again and again, turning her rich pink inner meat to a blistering carmine.
"Oh daddy," she murmured, "it feels so good. Don't stop, daddy. Please don't stop."
He had no intention of stopping. He felt titrations he hadn't enjoyed since his first time with Arlene. This newness was something one could enjoy only once with each paramour. His lust for Arlene burned even more brightly with the passing years, but that sensation of total newness; of seeming to do something never done before, could never be recaptured. At least it hadn't been there until now. Yes, he loved Maxine with as much lust as he did his own sister/wife. And now he could understand why Arlene took to loving their sons so readily. Not that he'd ever been jealous of them, but he had actually forgotten how exciting it was to make love with someone he actually adored a first time. Now it was coming back in a hurry, and he realized how impatient he would be waiting for Hilda to come of age. But now he had Maxine in addition to Arlene, and because of his vasectomy, he could fuck to his heart's delight.
Her thighs had slowly closed around his head, and with his hands he raised her rump so he could have better access to her young, plump cunt. His tongue wedged deeply into the steaming trough, slurping out more fluid, making him realize she might not taste like her mother, but she sure did lubricate as heavily. The oral digit sank in, pulled out, ran up and down the full length of the hair-ringed furrow, stopping to vex the excited clitoral bud, then swooped down to lap at her anal rictus before sinking into her fuming snatch again.
Maxine's hips rose and fell with lightning regularity, thrilling to the support of her father's two hands beneath her buns. Her legs tightened around his head as if drawing him closer to her, pressing his face all the way into her bursting pussy. Thrill mounted on thrill as excitement burned with greater intensity in the sexual maw never before broached by man. Her clitoris now grew to a greater length than it had ever previously known.
His tongue began mounting a strong assault against her vibrating nub, causing his daughter to yelp with pleasurable cries as her loins now pressed strongly around his head, pressing his face so tightly into her body, had her slit not parted to let his nose in, she'd have broken said nose.
And then her orgasm suddenly swooped down on her like a hunting hawk, carrying her off high up into the mountains of insensate delirium. The saliva filled her mouth, and because she didn't think to swallow, it dribbled out and down the corners. The feeling was so total, so overpowering, so complete it roared through her body with the suction of a jet plane.
She tore at her father's hair with one hand while pushing his head even farther into her boiling snatch with the other. The feeling so totally dominated her, her mind temporarily blacked out. She came back to herself only five seconds later, seeing a series of blinking stars, still feeling Ron's mouth working furiously at the tender, sensitive meat between her thighs.
"That's enough," she whispered, pulling his hair with both hands now, desperate for him to stop.
"How was it, hon?" he asked, wiping his oil-smeared face on the covers beside her trim thighs.
"Oh Daddy, it was something I could never begin to put into words. It was fab, really fab. D'you men feel the same thing?"
"Better believe it, hon. The only remaining question is, would you be willing to do for me what I just did for you?"
"You mean, go down there with my mouth."
"Uh huh."
"Golly, I don't know. I've never so much as held one in my hand, much less licked one."
"Neither did your mother when we first started, but she finally decided to do it. In fact, she was the one who actually started the whole thing. She used her mouth on me before asking me to lick her."
"Tell me, Dad, does mother really like doing it?"
"The other day she spent three hours working on your two brothers and myself, making us all come twice each, only using her mouth. And she swallowed every bit of sperm the three of us released."
"But did she like it?" Maxine insisted on knowing.
"No matter what I said, you'd only believe your mother if you heard it from her. Even then, whether or not your mother likes it isn't important, right now. The most important thing is, will you like it? And one thing is certain; you'll never know unless you try it."
"You mean you want me to swallow whatever comes out of it?"
"That's another decision only you can make."
"Gee, I don't know, Daddy. I mean, I loved what you did for me and all, and I'd sure like you to feel as happy about this as I do, but I'm not sure I'd like putting your thing in my mouth."
"Give it a try, Maxine. If you don't like it, we can always stop."
"I guess that's fair enough."
"Fine," he nodded, taking two pillows from the bed and stuffing them under his butt. "I'll raise it higher for you, so you don't have to strain your neck."
Maxine waited until her father was comfortably settled on the pillows, then knelt between his thighs, staring at the thick, oil-coated wand. Her eyes became fascinated by it, watching the drops ooze from the swollen lavender head as the purple cap seemed to enlarge just the littlest bit each time a drop was released. She saw the way the corona flanged out, like the top of a battering ram, and she knew it was shaped that way because it was meant to drive into a cunt, smashing a hymen, if necessary.
Odd how the sight of the network of blood vessels, winding their way around the solid pole seemed to start her becoming all hot and bothered again. She had just completed her climax and had wanted to rest more than anything else. But now, staring at this thick, heavy flesh-pike, watching the light pinkness of the shank contrast of the dark, almost mottled appearance of the violet crown, strange sensations began enlarging within. My, but it was thick, and on the underside she could make out the sensitive string-like knot where his ram-like knob attached itself to the rest of the hard, thick poker.
Below the upstanding, solid staff was a heavy, hollow sac filled with two round pigeon eggs. A thin vein ran through the crinkly, lined skin, and she could almost swear she saw the tubes running from each of the marbles within running to the one conduit at the back of his phallus beneath the thick skin.
The shock of black hair on his pelvic front, and the many black hairs attached to his scrotum each seemed to be a tiny, sensitized wire. When she blew lightly, she could see the hairs wave in the breeze caused by her pursed lips. She could also see the hard shaft stiffen imperceptibly more as the wind from her mouth blew across it.
Her hand reached out and decisively gripped the solid beef-roll. She squeezed hard, noting how the bole refused to yield, even though the outer flesh, for all its tightness, could be moved a bit. Her hand tugged the shaft up and down a few times, and she could feel strange sensations coming from within. She decided she liked it.
Colorless sap was leaking heavily from the heliotrope dome, making it shine and glisten as if it had been carefully polished. Yet when her fingers touched the slick knob, rather than a sliding, waxy feeling, she sensed a sticky, undried-varnishlike texture. The heat emanating from the pulsing wand was almost burning her hand, and she found it hard to believe any part of a human body could burn so without scorching its own skin.
Inside, she felt herself beginning to shiver for some unknown reason. The thick, fleshy rod was like a magnet, drawing her ever closer, and though she didn't understand why, she knew she had to taste it. Perhaps it was because it was the staff her mother had often mouthed, or maybe it was because it was the pipe through which a part of her had originally flowed, joining to that other part in her mother to now form what was her entire self. Once she had traveled inside that fat cock, and now she yearned to have it travel inside her. Her face got closer and closer, and then her mouth was open, and her tongue, like a loose flap in a strong breeze began fluttering over the tight roundness of his hairy scrotum.
Ye Gods! Ron thought. How long had it been since Arlene's tongue had so electrically affected him?
Maxine sensed every little line in his sac and thrilled to each new taste. Now it was time for the piece-de-resistance. She could hold back no longer,, and opening her mouth wide, parting her lips in an egg-shaped smile, now a crazed, whimpering, cock-starved female; a monster created by him, for him, she let her slavering maw slowly sink down around the throbbing cock, feeding it into her mouth a little at a time. Her throat began humming, hemming, and tingling as she began moaning, taking his schlong deeper and deeper.
Ron's hands reached down and found the raisin-like nipples of his daughter's firm young tits. He rubbed , them hard, and she reacted even more delightfully than he would have hoped, shoving her face even closer to his hairy groin, stuffing her throat with more and more of his thick prick. She was gobbling him into her with such voracity he felt she wanted to eat up his entire body. Deeper it sank into the endless pit of her demanding throat.
And then her mouth was as far down as it could go, and suddenly she became a piranha, her sharp teeth tightening around the base.
"Ouch!" he yelled, and she understood she was being carried away.
She relaxed a bit, surrendering part of his seven inches for a few moments as if asking his pardon for her over-anxiety. Ron patted her long, red hair, and with each pat her head sank back down again until she'd completely ingested his flaming meat.
It was too much for Ron! Just as he hadn't been able to control himself so many years before when Arlene had first sank his shaft into her mouth, so now he suddenly lost all power over himself and began unleashing streams of spunk into his daughter's throat. And she proved to be her mother's daughter by not only drinking every drop, but loving it, barely able to wait for the next quaff.
Not since the first time Arlene had drank the libation pouring from his thick-knobbed cock had Ron seen anyone so eagerly drink his spurting semen. Her mouth was all over his pulsing prick, sucking from the tip, licking a dribble escaping down the side, lips pursing to suck even more as the white cream mushroomed from the tiny hole in the peak again.
Maxine felt all her doubts and fears swept away as the salty clean taste bathed her throat, covering her tongue and her palate. The fluid covered her teeth, lodging in the crevices, but she had no time to lick it out as more and more gism erupted from his flesh hose. She swallowed, feeling the tasty warmth coat her gullet and seep in to her belly, giving her a warm feeling of security.
To think, half of her had once been swimming in the fluid now filling her belly. Once the liquid had surrounded a part of her, and now her body was surrounding it. The liquid of life had a far better taste to it than any wine, liqueur, or manmade beverage. This was a taste made by God, and when the little squiggly sperms weren't being aimed at a waiting ovum, it was only right the wonderful drink should be imbibed this way.
Her eyes were wide open, and she could see her father's tight balls tremble each time he unleashed another spasm of the tasty seed. And very shortly now, this wonderful cock, this marvelous prick stuffing her mouth, would be filling her cunt, giving her the ultimate fulfillment, creating a sensation at least equal to that created by her father's tongue, earlier.
The rupturing of Maxine's cherry proved no difficult task. Ron's hard-on refused to shrink because his daughter's oral ministrations were so endearing. She sucked so violently, her tongue and lips kept the phallus fully erect. Her oily cunt was literally dripping with womanly grease, and Ron, no longer capable of thinking of Maxine as his daughter, threw her back onto the bed, stretching her firm, lush, freckled body beneath his as he mounted her, holding his solidly-stiff cock in his hand. She spread her inviting thighs wide and said, "Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me good."
His rubbery penis head was jammed against the tight split leading inside her and he pushed. She squealed with pain, but when he would have pulled back, she grabbed the thick meat with both hands and began literally tugging him in deeper, tears silently pouring from the sides of both eyes.
"You must," she told him. "You have to fuck me, daddy. It has to go inside, now."
Slowly the thick cock fitted into the tight, narrow groove of her virginal cunt. She gasped as it forced her elastic walls to widen, but Ron was no longer ready to spare his rod. He shoved a little harder and the hard meat went in a little deeper, and then he shoved again, feeling the round head of his knobby cock ram up against the tight membrane of his daughter's hymen.
"Bye bye, cherry," he murmured, and shoved, and his slamming cock shoved right through the elastic barrier, sundering it into useless bits of miniscule flesh and blood, and then, as he lay there, resting on his elbows, she completed the maneuver, sliding farther along the pole until it was buried all the way in her.
Both rested, panting as they lay there, Ron thrilling to the way his heavy cock was marinating in the juices of his daughter's tight, squishy tunnel. The narrow void behind her labial flaps was completely filled.
"Oh Daddy," she breathed, "I thought it would just hurt, and nothing more. But it doesn't. It really doesn't. It feels so good inside me."
"And you feel so good surrounding my cock, lovely Maxine. Your cunt is as good as your mother's, even if it is as different. It feels heavenly."
"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard."
Slowly Ron drew his drilling prong back, and then, when the flanged coronal ridge was just barely within, he powered forward again, slamming its full, fat length deep into her quivering cunt chamber. Excitement traveled with his steam-powered cock, and each time it ran forward a greater thrill enveloped Maxine. She began groaning and twisting, and soon, catching the rhythm of her father's ramming prick, began letting her ass bounce in time to it against the mattress beneath her.
Faster she moved, forcing her daddy's thick truncheon deeper and deeper into her, stretching her wanton chamber wider and wider with each strong inrush. His dark bush squashed against the red mat at her crotch, the hairs intermingling, catching, even pulling against one another. Maxine's slender thighs were soon tightly wrapped around her father's waist as her belly slapped loudly against his. Both were so caught up in the idea of pleasing the other, neither was aware of his own inner feelings being built up as they rumbled along together.
Ron never noticed when his own sac, which had been slamming against his daughter's perineum like the ball of a wrecking crane suddenly tightened and pulled up strongly between his own thighs, pressing into his crotch as the pulsations from his thrusting cock became stronger and stronger. Nor did he pay attention to the boiling sperm now bubbling up speedily in his nuts, slowly rising and pushing its way through the tube along the underside of his sinking, driving pile.
Maxine was so absorbed in the sensation of her daddy's pole powering in and out of her, feeling the way it tightened inside, she never noticed her own slick cuntwalls were becoming more and more distended. Nor did the fact that an unutterable thrill was slowly creeping up on her take her mind off her father's pleasure. She wanted to feel his frothing come juice spurt into her, knowing she had the power to make him enjoy the come as much as her mother. Hadn't he been ecstatic about the way she'd sucked his cream down her throat?
Now his thundering cock was moving even faster, and Ron suddenly felt his own orgasm completely overpower him as he yelled a garbled yell and shot a second, thick, heavy wad of semen deep into his daughter's yearning fuck-hole. But Maxine barely felt the heated sperm as her own climax so totally overcame her, everything seemed to black out for a moment. Faintly she sensed the hot fluid spurt into her and complete the marvelous sensation.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gary, and Jerry had been enjoying their mother while Ron had devirginized Maxine, but quickly dressed when they heard their father's car pull up in the garage. They, along with Arlene, were overjoyed to hear Maxine had taken to sex so readily.
That night, everyone but Hilda, the youngest, slept soundly. Hilda knew what was going on by now, and she was disappointed she had to wait a full year before she could join the rest of the family. But her father had insisted, and she, being an obedient daughter, willingly waited, though it was frustrating.
Gary and Jerry didn't bother Maxine for about a week after that, wanting any possible rawness she might have felt from having her cherry popped to heal. But when the week was up, they approached her together and asked her if she were willing to handle the two of them at once. Being a loving sister, Maxine agreed, on the condition neither brother fire his seed into her cunt. That was understandable. She would have to wait until her next period before starting on the Pill, and no one wanted to take any chances on her becoming pregnant.
Hilda had gone to the movies with some girl friends that evening, and Ron and Arlene were out visiting friends. Maxine had insisted both boys take showers after she, herself had bathed. Then Jerry and Gary took a shower while she stretched out on her bed and waited, her torso a glimmering, shapely object in the dim lamplight of the bedroom.
Jerry emerged from the bathroom first and, completely naked, walked into Maxine's bedroom. He spied his gorgeous sister lying there, and his penis immediately sprang erect. Maxine could see it had neither the length nor the thickness of their father's, but it was more than adequate.
Jerry walked over to the bed and sat on it, and bending, instantly kissed his sister while cupping both her firm breasts. Her tongue sucked his in like a vacuum, playing wildly with it. Her hands pulled the rest of his body against hers, and she rubbed her fulcrum against his prick, tingling as the feel of the long, solid meat rubbed against her oozing slot.
Gary entered while they were a tangled mass of flesh. Before they could join, he had his hand reaching under his brother's balls and pressing against the twitching pussy gash, feeling Maxine's hot flow become a gusher as it poured out. Jerry slid up a bit so his hard cock rubbed against his sister's flat belly and Gary's fingers could dip into Maxine's center more easily. Jerry continued kissing and rubbing his sister's tits while Gary fingered her creaming slash, making the colorless goo come flooding out as the girl began to enjoy her first series of mini-climaxes.
Jerry slid even higher on his sister's body, gently resting his asscheeks on her belly while his throbbing peter slid between her two, full, solid tits. Maxine, seeing what he was trying to do, pressed her breasts tightly together, letting them form a sort of enclave for his sliding dong. She pressed her nipples inward, letting them press against the hot, rigid, burning tube riding between them. Christ, but she loved it.
Jerry felt the full, roundness of her tits press tightly against each side of his sawing prick, and thrill mounted on thrill as he felt the heat of his sister's boobs build the charge in his balls, both of which nestled in the sac pressed against her body.
Gary, meanwhile, had withdrawn his fingers from inside his sister's fuming snatch and had pried her thighs farther apart so he could sink his face between them. Her fur-encircled cunt was so wet the liquid was soaking the bed below, and he was determined to let as little of her cunt juice escape as possible. His face was quickly surrounded by her convex, pouting pussylips as his tongue speared into her, scooping up heavy amounts of the viscous ointment and snapping the fluid into his mouth. He drank headily, letting his tongue slurp through the orifice again and again, feeling his sister bounce her buns each time he let the tip of his tongue climb to the top of her leaking split and tickle her aroused clitoris.
Maxine's thighs surrounded Gary's head, pulling his face even deeper into the pit of her steaming cunt. He could feel her musky scent surround him as his mouth licked again and again, tasting the savory flavors she emitted. There was no doubt about her orgasming again and again, as charge after charge of sticky liquid splattered into his face. He sucked long and strong on her clitoris and even with her thighs clamped tightly around his ears, heard her scream with ecstasy as she experienced one particularly strong, sensual thrill.
Jerry, watching the way his sister's pink mouth opened each time she came, became even more charged up. He stuffed two pillows behind her head, forcing her to raise her head, and as he shoved his burning cock between her tits, he pushed the tip against her lips. Maxine got the idea and stuck her tongue out, licking the round, lavender dome each time he shoved forward. Only now Jerry was shoving farther and farther forward, and soon he had his ass resting on Maxine's delightful tits while his heavy cock was sliding in and out of her mouth. Immediately her lips formed a tight circle around the plunging prod, licking with her tongue against the stiff underside, tasting the sweetish fluid seeping from his amethyst cock head. She sucked as if it were a purple lollipop, pulling the stiff shaft strongly with her lips, lightly nibbling the corona with her back teeth.
Jerry had his hands on her head, pulling it forward, levering more and more of his meat into her oral orifice, thrilling to the way she could take it into the back of her mouth without gagging. His balls were already rubbing her chin.
Gary had stopped feasting at the trough of his sister's pussy and now had her thighs hoisted over his shoulders. He was pressing his fat, hard prong against her asshole. Christ! Maxine had an even tighter one than his mother. He pushed against her thighs, feeling her press on his shoulders with her calves to increase the leverage, and as her mouth continued sucking on one brother's fuck-stick, her tight, never-before-used asshole now began absorbing the other brother's prong. She wished the brothers would change places, if only because the thicker staff was going into her ass, and how she would have loved to have had such breadth stuffing her mouth. Even so, Jerry's cock was by no stretch of the imagination a skinny wand. It was ramming in now with heavy regularity, filling her entire esophagus.
The other cock was pushing deeper into her ass, now. It hurt, but such a lovely hurt. She could feel it inching into her a little at a time, and her fingers automatically reached between her thighs to rub the clitoral nub. The long, broad stalk was pushing ever-deeper into her rear tunnel, gorging it with such unbelievably delightful thrills. Maxine wondered why her father hadn't introduced her to this method of fucking. In its own way it was every bit as delightful as the use of her other two holes.
Jerry's cock was buried all the way in her throat now, and if she could have taken it clear down into her belly, she would have done just that. The feel of the hot, petrified cock inside was delightfully delicious. His balls, rubbing against her chin made her face feel as if it were being softly caressed, especially with his thighs surrounding her cheeks. She gripped his ass tightly, and in doing so, felt her left forefinger touch the anal opening.
Heck, if she enjoyed Gary stuffing her rectum with his fat schlong, Jerry should certainly enjoy a finger in his asshole. Using her right hand to jam his ass tightly against her face with his cock locked all the way down her throat, she slowly forced her left forefinger into her brother's ass. The sphincter resisted at first, just as hers had resisted Gary's thicker cock, but just as she knew her own asshole had opened to the insistent prodding of her brother's cock, so she knew Jerry's bum hole would open if she continued pushing her finger into its web-like opening. And sure enough, with enough pressure, the budlike anal entrance parted to admit her forefinger, making Jerry jump forward, ramming his flesh log even farther down her throat. But that was all right, because she was able to make her gullet relax and take the entire salami-like roll of thick meat.
The pressure of her soaking, slick tongue, added to the crushing surrounding of her throat on his cock head, made Jerry bounce wildly. His sister was the greatest cock swallower in all the world. Not even his mother could take his phallic baton in so deeply. And she was doing it all without gagging or choking. She was utterly fantastic.
And as Jerry basked in the warm mouth of his sister, Gary luxuriated in the hot, tight asshole of the same girl, now ramming his hot, thick cock back and forth, feeling her rear tunnel grasp the stone phallus strongly. In fact, when he shoved it in, he felt himself go in right up to where her rectum was attempting to suck in his scrotum, as well. She tightened her rectal grip on him, and he found he could no longer pull back. He had to move his thick cock circularly inside her rectum, thrilling to the way she squeezed, as if trying to literally uproot the stolid member. The pronging, stabbing, yardarm of hard flesh wiggled its way about inside her clutching cavern, but could not pull back.
Maxine was thrilled beyond delight at the new experience of having her rectum plumbed while her mouth was also being excavated. Her calves encircled Gary's neck, tugging him against Jerry's back, forcing both cocks even deeper into her. The fantastic experience was beyond anything imaginable, and with one of her hands still rubbing her clitoris, she suddenly began experiencing a complete series of wild, sensational orgasms. Her asshole squeezed so tightly, something was set off in Gary's rotating prong, and abruptly he began shooting a heavy wad of gooey semen deep into his sister's ass.
The heat of the splashing sperm made Maxine rotate her ass all the more, and then she was shoving her head forward, feeling Jerry's pubis push against her nose as she felt his thick pole begin to violently twitch. And then an instant later his own load was blistering its way down her hungry throat, filling her belly with its heat. Maxine's voracious lips tightened more strongly about Jerry's thick stem of meat, squeezing it for every luscious drop.
Jerry's eyes were squeezed tightly shut, so completely was he enjoying the cocksucking his sister was giving him. His mother's experienced mouth had been superb, but she had never taken so much prick all the way down her throat.
And Gary thrilled all the more to the tightness of his sister's no-longer-virgin ass. The orgasmic experience of the trio was so complete, all three were whacked out, after.
CHAPTER NINE
For the next year, Hilda was the only one left out of the family's sexual proceedings. Sometimes it would be one on one, with Ron screwing either Arlene or Maxine, or either Jerry or Gary making it along with their sister or mother. Sometimes the brothers would work together, and on occasion they'd join their father in a round-robin boffing on either Arlene or Maxine. And once in a rare while, the father and two brothers screwed the mother and daughter together.
Gary was becoming slightly possessive of his older sister. He and Maxine had been close all their lives, and now, when it came to sex, he felt a greater thrill going into her than he did fucking his own mother. Not that he felt any kind of jealousy when his father or Jerry was with Maxine. In fact, he felt rather proud they had selected her. But he almost always did his best to join whoever it was who was giving it to her whenever he was around.
When Maxine began taking the pill, Gary was the first one to dip his wick into her sweet, tight cunt. He loved it so much, he shot his first load before his thrusting cock had plunged all the way in. And it made Maxine feel good to know Gary cared so much for her he found difficulty in controlling his orgasms.
She felt closer to him than ever, and seemed to enjoy the taste of his sperm more than that of either Jerry or her father. Not that she didn't get her full measure of enjoyment from them. But Gary seemed somehow more enjoyable than the other male members of her family. She was beginning to feel for him what her mother had felt for her father many years earlier.
On more than one occasion the two, when alone, had made known their feelings for one another. But at the same time they knew it would be unfair to the other members of their family. Maybe later they could do what their mother and father had done; marry. Neither considered running away from home. Both loved the other members of their family too much. Both wanted to share themselves as much as possible with the other members of the family, even if they occasionally had desires to be solely with one another, just as their mother and dad were left to themselves on occasion.
By the time Hilda's fifteenth birthday came around, anxiety was gripping everyone. Ron had wanted to take her off by herself as he'd done with Maxine, but Hilda had vetoed the idea. She knew what was going on. She knew the others knew what would happen to her. Why make them guess how she'd react? Why have to wait to enjoy the other male members of the family? Cherry-popping might be daddy's privilege, but right after that, she wanted to feel the stalwart cocks of both her brothers. She'd waited long enough. It was her privilege.
So on that Sunday afternoon, the entire family gathered in the master bedroom, all fully clothed. Hilda told her father not to waste time with words. She had anticipated everything, even to the taking of birth control pills since her last period. She was going to be fucked by all three cocks. Oh she'd suck each one, and she might even take each one up the rear, but she was going to be fucked in her cunt by all three cocks.
Hilda was wearing a tight, black blouse and matching skirt. Her firm, pointed, young girl's boobs seemed to thrust up at Ron defiantly, as if pleading to be exposed. He reached his hands out and cupped his daughter's two tits through the black cloth, knowing the rapt eyes of every other member of the family were on him. His touch was gentle, yet firm, and Hilda's dark blonde head bobbed slightly as she sighed. Her hair was short and upswept. She'd gone to the beauty parlor the previous afternoon and had purposely had her hairstyle altered to befit her oncoming womanhood. Unlike Maxine, her sister, and Arlene, her mother, Hilda seemed almost short, a mere five feet two inches tall. Her body wasn't as lithe, nor was it as leggy in appearance. Even with her skirt still on, it was plain Hilda's legs seemed short, almost stumpy. Her calves were very thick, and she didn't have graceful ankles like Maxine.
Hilda's attributes were above her waist. She had a larger pair of knobs than either her mother or her sister, and they were still growing. And her face looked more like Ron than Arlene. Her nose was narrower than her sister's, and it had a slight curve. Her eyes were wide and set apart, and her lips were thin, though no less kissable.
At that moment her eyes were heavy-lidded with lust, thrilling to the wonderful contact of her father's hands. Her nipples swelled to his expert manipulating, and suddenly she felt as if her senses had heightened.
Ron smiled down at her, understanding the thrills coursing through her ripe young torso. He, better than anyone else, was aware of the desires and natural instincts now slowly but certainly taking possession of her. She had been longing for this for years now, and had literally built a wall of repression around herself, knowing she couldn't enjoy any of these good things until her father had granted her his blessing. And this he was about to do in the most evident way possible.
Hilda's world now centered itself solely on the smiling face before her. She fell back onto the bed behind her, supporting herself on her palms as her dad leaned over and grabbed her. His large hands slithered under her blouse and up the sides of the wonderful, full body beneath. Her own fingers found the muscles of her father's body as lean and hard as those a mechanic should have developed over many years. She quivered with delight, digging her short, recently-polished nails into her dad's flesh.
The thrilling hurt moved Ron forward like a young bull. He yanked the blouse up over her carefully coif-fured hair very suddenly, tugging it off and throwing it to the side, leaving his daughter sitting there, her head leaning back, eyes closed and dark blonde hair a bit tousled. His deft hands now unsnapped her bra with almost casual swiftness, and her full, swollen tits now hung free.
Ron eyed her lovely arms, her truly round tits, and the slight fullness of her waist, beneath. Her shoulders seemed strong, and now he could let his gaze linger longer on those marvelous, swaying tits. He knew all the other eyes were also staring. Her nipples blossomed like budding roses under his starving stare, as if his eyes were the sunlight they so craved. Her youthful torso was adorable in the softly, rounded, baby-fat way only a young, innocent, adolescent virgin's could be.
Hilda trembled with anticipation, her hands reaching out to caress, to stroke, to grab at her father's hardened body. The two wrestled and held tightly to one another as Hilda ripped her dad's shirt off. Now he was naked to the waist, as she. They rolled all over the bed, biting and kissing, and in the background they could hear the heavy breathing of the onlookers. Ron's lips were planting heavy kisses all along his daughter's body, filling his mouth with each of her breasts in turn, delighting in the taste of the smooth, sweet, white flesh with all the expertise of a gourmet.
Now his hands began working feverishly on the zipper holding her skirt together, expertly pulling it down to reveal the pink nylon panties beneath. He yanked the smooth, satin material down over her hips, her buttocks popping out like two lush cushions. He yanked the skirt lower, pulling it over her heavy calves and finally tugged it from her flailing ankles.
Hilda lay back on the bed, her dark blonde triangle of pussy hair a light shadow showing through the wispy pink mist of her panty. Ron's hot, hard cock thrust against his pants with strong pressure, aching to be liberated. Swiftly now, he undid his belt buckle and all but tore out his zipper pulling it down. He yanked his underpants down with his pants and his ponderous prick came jutting out like a spring-loaded siege engine. Hilda stared at the thickness of the lavender, weighty cane with its swollen, heavy dome. It was what she had been waiting a long time to receive. She didn't care if it split her Up the middle. Even if she were literally ripped in half, she wanted that solid prong stuffed into her.
Ron flung his pants to one side and now stood before his second daughter in all his nakedness. Hilda almost gasped as his fingers grabbed the elastic band of her panty and tugged them down and off. Her dad was now straddling her bare, plainly available body, glaring down at her with the one idea of a cock staring at a hen. Then, before she realized what he was doing, he fell between her thighs and pushed them apart, sinking his face into the thick nest of golden curls. Hilda sighed and instantly curled her fingers in his black hair, pushing his face lower until she could feel his lips slithering through the soft, sticky lips of her swollen cunt. A wild, eager hunger caused bursts of pleasure to charge through her as his tongue licked the pearly shape of her hardening clit, making her tender, unused body tremble as it traveled through a whole new range of different feelings.
Her loins rammed against his face as the rich, thick, almost lathered fluid began seeping from her sweet cunt. Ron's tongue began leaping in and out, reaming through the feminine slit like a surgeon's scalpel through a newly-made incision. And all the while the fingers of both hands were digging into her full, heavy ass. Like talons they cut into her flesh, making her involuntarily buck her hips higher, slamming her pussy gash all the harder into his hungering mouth. Hilda's fingers gripped his hair relentlessly, pulling his face harder and harder into her steaming nookie, trying to push every inch of his probing tongue as far into her fuming cunt cauldron as possible. She was almost insane with desirous fury, yelling, "Lick me, daddy. Lick my cunt. Use your tongue and lick it out."
Her thighs were widely stretched, the pink labia looking more like a red mouth trying to swallow his face. The effect wasn't lost on the rest of the family, all of whom were feverishly staring and holding their own genitalia.
Ron's lips dribbled with her outpouring sweetness, thrilling to the pungent taste as it continued pouring from the center of her reddened, fur-ringed slot. The way the juices were flooding from her let him know she was ready. No advance climax this time. No goody to prepare her for the hard time. She would get the bad with the good.
He pulled his palpitating tongue out of her frothing snatch, and the disengagement caused Hilda to go into a wild, screaming frenzy. He flung her back, his hands all but crushing her full, round swollen tits. Her hands covered his, pulling him with her, and he scrambled to climb onto her. Then her hands were on his head, pulling it down to hers, letting her tongue travel through his mouth and taste the lusciousness of her own cunt again and again. Hilda had known it would be wonderful, and with each passing second was enjoying herself more and more. Hers had always been a vivid imagination, and though she'd been true enough to her family to let no one touch her, she had, in the secret darkness of night in her own bedroom, touched herself and taught herself a fingering fulfillment. So she was no stranger to the wonders of sex, even if she was feeling hands other than her own on her body for the first time.
Like Gary, Jerry, and Maxine, she was every bit the offspring of her parents. Contact with an outsider had never crossed her mind.
Jerry, her brother, had become the true love of her life, though her desire for her father and brother Gary was also very strong. She knew her father and two brothers had a tremendous physical want for her.
She'd caught all three staring at her at one time or another, and it had sent her juices pouring into her panties. But she didn't know how Jerry felt in other than a physical capacity. She was hoping and praying he loved her, if only a little. She didn't want to end up marrying outside the family.
Right now she was concentrating on her father's attentions, grateful she had a father with so much consideration. As his tongue delved into her mouth, letting her taste her vaginal secretions for the first time in her young life, she clung tightly to his body, surrounding him with her arms and legs the way a spider clings to a fly.
Ron reached down between them and grabbed his hot, throbbing dick. Hilda had been expecting it, but even so was surprised to feel the hot, tenseness of the throbbing pole. She reached down with her own hand, forcing her father's off the rigid rod, and thrilled as she surrounded the pulsing cylinder with her fingers. She squeezed lightly, and the undulating wand seemed to jump with a life of its own, containing an almost unreal strength for its size.
Her father's mouth was in her ear, his tongue leaping in, wildly licking, and his hot lips whispering, "Go on, Hilda. Put it into you. That's what it's waiting for. Just slip it in."
Pointing it directly toward the now-red, almost raw entrance to her cunt, Hilda anxiously began stuffing it into her with the hunger of a pouncing lioness gobbling her prey. She pushed and shoved, forcing the thick, throbbing pole between the tender, liquid tissues of her cunt tunnel. Her hungry labia enlarged to contain the meaty roll, then molded themselves tightly around the driving pale, sucking it in ever deeper. Her tight, straining interior stretched itself willingly to make way for this gigantic invading log, tunneling forward into the dark unknown of her womanly cunt. And then, suddenly, the driving stopped. The fleshy ramrod slammed against the solid blockage of what should have been a thin membrane.
Ron realized the hymen was tougher than either that of Arlene or Maxine. It would take a bit of concentrated power to break through. He was going to cause his baby a bit more pain than he'd anticipated. Drawing back his ass, he brought the wedge of the battering ram back to the entrance of her womanly cave. Then he slammed forward, powering hard against the membraneous tissue. Hilda yelped, feeling pain for the first time as the resilient wall of her maidenhead refused to yield.
Ron withdrew again, this time moving forward more slowly, more deliberately, feeling the dome of his ram press against the firm tissue. He continued pushing and pushing and pushing, but the cherry refused to even dent.
"Sorry, baby," Ron muttered, then drew his hips back again and slammed forward hard.
"Daddy," Hilda shrieked, in terrible pain, now.
But Ron ignored her pleas. He pulled back again and powered forward, slamming hard, butting against the membrane again and again and again and again.
"Maaaaa," Hilda cried, screaming with agony at the thundering, hard pain continually stabbing into her relentlessly, without mercy. But Arlene knew Ron was doing all he could. She didn't dare interfere at this point.
In spite of the solid, slamming pressure of the gigantic, mucous-coated log, the so-called fragile hymen remained secure. Pain prevented Hilda from properly responding and slamming her thighs high and hard against her father's driving hips, helping to put an end to the cause of her pain once and for all. Her body was coated with perspiration, and she was breathing heavily, as if there were a fire in her chest. Ron continued bearing down on his daughter, ramming the heavy spear of his powerful cock into her again and again, straining to achieve greater depth and eventually pierce her virginal obstruction. She was so sensitive at this point, she could even feel her father's balls battering against her perineum like two stone counterweights.
And then Hilda felt even more pain as her father's knifing prick seemed to sink into her a bit deeper. Her cherry was beginning to stretch. And its elasticity was causing her all the more anguish. It was so strong, ripping and stabbing at her intestines, she thought her belly would be torn open. Even so, the charging cock continued its unrelenting attack, rubbing her vaginal walls, especially the upper one, and now a strong mixture of pleasure was being added to the pain. At first it was barely noticeable, but with the passing seconds the thrilling ecstasy began building until it was almost as great as the agony.
Now a hidden urging, deep within her, caused Hilda to work her pubis against that of her father's. This, in turn, moved Ron to greater efforts. The rest of the family could see the muscles in his backside ripple with the strength needed to drive his loins forward, causing his domed ram to slam deeper and deeper into his daughter. Each stab stretched the barrier a bit more, weakening it. Father and daughter worked together, and suddenly, with a final, joint driving effort, each against the other, the mighty truncheon pierced the obstruction, smashing it to fleshy bits as Hilda screamed, "Eeaaahhh!" Her face was a drawn, chalky thing, lined with pain, and tears involuntarily fell onto her cheeks in mourning for her lost cherry.
The mighty, thrusting hard-on filled the balance of her vaginal hallway like a gigantic cork stuffing itself into a bottleneck, forcing the tender walls of her soft cunt to widen as it wedged itself deeper and deeper. Hilda thought a steam-powered locomotive was thundering through the tunnel of her smoking pussy, traveling so fast it would eventually end up lodged in her throat.
The sides of her hotbox continued enlarging, making space for the huge, solid cock savagely goring its way into her vitals. Hilda had regained complete control of herself, and now she began forcing her cunt muscles to tighten around her father's obtruding cock, squeezing it in the fuming depths of her narrow, youthful box, determined to wreak vengeance on it for the untold agonies it had caused her. Her hips were now bouncing up and down on the bed wildly, causing bedsprings that had always been silent to now squeak in protest. Her butt dug deeply into the foam rubber mattress, then slammed up to meet her father's down-rushing pelvis, giving every bit as good as she was getting.
Their torsos slammed against one another with vehement force, stomach crashing against perspiration-slick stomach, each pounding away at the other as if the other were an enemy. Hilda discovered the pain was fading further and further into the background as her physical pleasure became greater and greater. Having already achieved minor orgasms with her own fingers, she knew her father would have no trouble bringing her to a really big culmination, and she was anticipating it; looking forward to it eagerly, breathlessly. The plunging shaft had its path now oiled in a mixture of their blended oils plus her virginal blood, and it was riding smoothly along inside her.
"Daddy, I can . . . uhhh . . . feel it," she was whispering. "I can really feel it. Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me, hard. Fu-u-u-u-u-ck me-e-e!"
Her orgasm came upon her instantly, completely engulfing her, thrilling her from her plugged cunt, outward. Her father's last fraction of hard cock went steaming into her.
"Here I come, baby," Ron gasped, and as he slammed his meat in one more time, he released a thick, heavy, outpouring stream of stringy white glue. It rumbled into Hilda's gut, filling her so totally she didn't believe she had so much space inside her.
"More," she begged, bouncing, her thighs circling his waist, refusing to let him loose. "Fuck me more. I want more."
"I can't," he gasped, falling on top of her.
Her orgasm had been a fantastic thing. It had so squeezed his cock, every little drop of hot juice had been drained from him, and now all he could do was lay there, on top of Hilda, panting, out of breath, feeling his prong shrivel to nothingness and fall out of her.
Rolling over, Ron literally fell on the floor and simply lay there. From where he lay he could see Gary was already pronging Arlene while Maxine stood over him so he could lick her pussy. Only Jerry hadn't joined in the festivities, and now, when Ron had flopped onto the floor, Jerry removed his own clothing and jumped on Hilda, ramming his rock-hard dong up into her.
"Oh Jerry," Hilda gasped, as her older brother mounted her. "I love you, I really love you."
Unerringly the older brother's cock found its way into his sister's yearning pussy. It slid right in, covered with lubricant, blood, and his father's semen. Had the friction not been so strongly reduced, he would have shot a stream instantly. He was hot for his baby sister, no doubt about it. He'd never realized it until now. His father's forbidding him to even think of her in this context had blanked her out of his mind until this very moment. And now that he was in her, he found her fiery cunt to be the most thrilling, wonderful hole he'd ever felt.
Jerry pounded away, slamming his meat as deep into her as he could. It would never be as thick as his father's, but in the past few years it had added two inches in length and was now quite long. In again, out again, the thundering prick reamed through his sister's vaginal hole as if it had always belonged there.
Arlene, who had already come and had taken a load of Gary's sperm inside her, was now on her feet, standing by the bed, watching her older son screw her younger daughter. It excited her as much to watch her own children fuck as it turned her off watching anyone not of the family.
Hilda, seeing her mother's eyes on her, felt another climax well up inside her, and she screamed, twining her thighs around Jerry's body, spasming wildly as she bucked herself against him, coming wildly. Her orgasmic reactions caused Jerry to explode, and the heat of his seed sent Hilda into wild ecstacies.
CHAPTER TEN
The Kress Family was now complete. Three different cocks now filled three different cunts, mouths, and assholes. Just as each cock felt and tasted different to each of the women, so did each cunt surround each man differently, feeling different to each of the men. And each of the pussies had a different taste, so the men could have told the women apart blindfolded, just by tasting them.
Each had a preference. Ron and Arlene still clung to one another. Gary and Maxine preferred pairing off, and Jerry and Hilda swung together most of the time. But they changed off every now and again, and did it without asking permission. It was nice to know, no matter how much you loved the cunt to whom you were paired, you could always go to one of two other cunts, if only for variety. If one of the women had her period, the other two more than made up for her. The Kress Family was unquestionably the happiest little group on Middle Island.
Gary's fondest memory was of the time his father and brother went away on a fishing trip and he was home alone with his mother and two sisters. Taking sex for granted with the three women, Gary didn't think about any kind of orgy. He'd figured if he felt like it, he'd go to Hilda. Assuming she were willing, he'd ball her. If not, he could always either go to Maxine or mom.
But that night, about two hours after supper, Gary's mother came into the bedroom he now shared with Maxine. Arlene was in the all-together, so Gary knew mom wanted to play. Well, he was feeling up to it, so why not! His mother sat on the bed where he was resting and leaned over, letting her full boobs brush his lips. He automatically opened his mouth and sucked their pinkness in, one at a time, feeling them enlarge like long pieces of candy. His cock was already beginning to ascend, and as his mother continued rubbing her body against his face, he was able to look down at her slightly rounded belly, and then at the light blonde thatch of tangled curls between her thighs. It was plain from the way the older woman was moving her body against his she was in a highly aroused state.
Now his mother sat on his body, rubbing her furry beaver back and forth against his pelvis. Gary continued squeezing her full nipples, looking like mountains of whipped cream topped by a pink cherry, said cherry surrounded by a light splash of pinkness. The large tits were soft and pliable, and soon Gary was burying his face between them, pressing both against his cheeks. His tongue licked out and tasted her heated flesh. His mother pressed her large boobs more closely together, letting him stuff his mouth with both nipples at once, while his teeth bit into the soft surrounding flesh. He could hear her moan as his tongue licked across the two reddened nubs, making them even redder and harder.
Releasing her left breast, he began stuffing as much of the right tit into his mouth as he could, and while he was sucking, he felt a movement come from somewhere else. His eyes glanced down and saw his two naked sisters come into the room, as nude as his mother and himself.
The two sisters settled themselves between Gary's thighs, and began kissing each other around his balls. Maxine took his left ball into her mouth and Hilda began sucking on his right testicle, their lips touching each other as they sucked. Their tongues swirled jointly over the wrinkled scrotum, carefully rubbing the two sensitive nuts, each sucking carefully, making Gary hotter by the second. He made sure to spread his thighs as wide apart as he could, giving the two all the room they needed.
His cock stood straight up and wriggled around like a wild, empty fire hose, thrashing left and right, slapping each girl on her forehead, but in no way deterring either from what she was doing. His entire body was a taut, rigid shell, straining with ecstatic passion under the triple adoring. He sucked all the harder on Arlene's almost mammoth boobs, squeezing them with his fingers to better hold the nipple in his mouth.
He began lightly biting the nipples, and the sensation only served to make them grow even larger.
Arlene was beside herself with passion. She was grateful Gary was home. She didn't know what she would have done otherwise. Every sensation seemed enhanced. Her period had ended only a day earlier, and she felt burning with the need for cock. Every little bit tingled through her nipples, traveling through her tits to the rest of her body, eventually reaching into her burning twat. She was already having a multiplicity of small orgasms just from having her nipples chewed and sucked. The sensation of her son's mouth was driving her out of her mind. Thank God he was home.
As if reading his mother's mind, Gary stopped sucking her luscious boobs and began sliding her body higher as his tongue licked its way across the hard, flat expanse of white, solid flesh. Her tummy, rounded with the passage of time, was now pressed against his lips, and his tongue wildly licked in and out of her navel, sending furry static charging through her squirming body. She was feeling wilder and wilder, and Gary, like Ron, had become attuned to her, and understood her littlest movement.
Her quivering cunt came into view, hovering over his face, and he felt as if he were staring into the deep warm nesting place where he had once rested for nine months. But it was more than an interior to rest. It was so wonderfully constructed, it made him think he was staring into a fucking machine. Its deep, vast, pink hollowness, made of delicate, wispy tissues of soft membrane, all spiraled out toward the inner labia, which in turn led to the swollen outer lips, between which, at the top, hovered the pink bead of a highly oversensitive clitoris, the nub of his mother's sensation. And the tiny little clit seemed to quiver and swell, as if receiving signals from the soft membranes within. Around the luscious cunt, like a ring of wheat, the pubic hair waved like chaff in a breeze.
Delicious mother, he thought, driving his tongue deep into her weeping pussy. The sweet fire of her lubricant burned his tongue as it coated his mouth, and he lifted his head slightly, as if trying to re-enter that interior from which he had emerged so many years ago.
Another tingling began to reach him as he realized his sisters had abandoned his balls. Each was using her tongue, licking up one side of his heavy, thick prick. They seemed to move in unison, with Maxine's tongue running up the left side from the hairy base to the knobby top, while Hilda's flicking tongue ran down the right side, dragging some syrup he'd emitted from the tiny hole in his lavender tip, down the pink shaft to its root. The double tongue-action was driving him wild, and he kept pumping his hips up into the air, as if fucking an imaginary cunt while the two mouths continued their slow, teasing, crazy oral action.
Gary, being driven to greater heights of ecstasy with each passing second, thrust his tongue ever deeper into his mother's flaming snatch, twirling it around inside, making her move up, down, and back and forth, literally fucking herself on the stiffness of his tongue. He licked all around, touching each wall in turn, then sliding his oral member out to lap at the nubbin of her trembling, oscillating clitoris.
Gary was very sensitive to the mouths of his sisters. He knew it was Maxine whose lips now encircled the top of his trembling dork while Hilda's hungry mouth had returned to his balls, popping both in her mouth at the same time, running her tongue lightly over the jewel-sac. Between the two girls he was climbing to the stars. Maxine, his beloved, adorable Maxine, had stuffed her mouth with his fat cock, in her own inimitable way taking it deep into her throat, crushing its lavender head with her esophagus.
Each of the three women had her own style of blowing. Arlene could take the entire penis into her mouth, moving it from side to side but never actually letting it go down her throat. Hilda had a shallower mouth than either her mother or her sister, and while sucking on most of the cock, would let her tongue flatten against the underside and rub strongly. Whatever part of the cock not touched by her lips or tongue would be massaged by her fist, while her other hand gently squeezed the balls to increase the wild, inner sensations. But Maxine was the best fellatrice of the three. She could take a cock into her belly through her throat, if it were long enough. She had mastered the sword swallower's technique of completely relaxing her throat muscles, and her esophagus could surround as much of a cock as could fit into it, slowly applying pressure to it until the fellatee thought he'd explode through his cock.
Now Maxine was applying her expertise, swallowing all of Gary's long, fat cock. Maxine loved Gary's prick because it was so immensely thick. It completely filled her throat, touching every bit of space, completely clogging her gullet. Her saliva came pouring out of her mouth, running down Gary's hairy pelvis, making his curly mat even wetter than it was. Her tongue was touching part of his balls, licking Hilda's tongue, enhancing the feelings for her sister as well as her brother.
Now her head began slowly sliding up, and Gary could feel his solid length sliding from her throat into her mouth, and then her lips were surrounding his flanged head. Paradise, pure paradise! Down her mouth slithered, her tight lips dragging around the rigid flesh pole, her tongue slurping against the skin-its tip rubbing sensitive nerves. Now the wedge-shaped head drove once again into Maxine's throat. Her gullet got a firm grip on the spongy dome and proceeded to apply pressure, squeezing hard as she forced it to go further and further inside.
Hilda, meanwhile, was lapping wildly with her own tongue, sucking his balls, nibbling at his perineum, and then letting her tongue slither into his asscrack until it touched the tingling asshole. It made Gary bounce, and thus shove another inch of heavy cock down Maxine's lascivious throat.
Arlene had her thighs tightly closed around her son's face, feeling his clean-shaven cheeks rubbing her inner loins as his tongue continued washing out her fuming pussy. She rode hard and heavy, wildly bouncing, feeling his nose press into the hairs of her pelvis and tickle her.
Gary reached up with both hands and began squeezing his mother's large, pendulous boobs. His fingers found her hot nipples and began to pressure them. He heard Arlene gasp, and so pressed even harder, feeling her hands grab his head and literally shove his face deeper into her frothing box.
His tongue lanced into her like a starving man going for a tidbit at the bottom of an open jar. He gobbled in her entire clitoris, sucking madly, feeling her juices dribble down his chin as he all but chewed the nutlike extension off. More love sap dripped onto his face, and he drank, greedily, thirstily, draining all Arlene had to offer. He knew she was already having a series of climaxes. His mother was hotter than the proverbial two dollar pistol, and had orgasms the way most other women took breaths. He was amazed a woman her age, now about thirty-five, could have such fantastic vitality. Neither of his sisters, good as they were, could begin to match Arlene in stamina.
Too, his mother's shape was still terrific, all things considered. But for the slight roundness of her belly, all her other curves were in the right places and properly distributed. She had wide hips, a narrow waistline, large, round boobs, a delectably convex pair of cuntlips, slender thighs, full calves, and tiny ankles. And the taste and aroma of her cunt was beyond compare. True, he loved Maxine, and therefore privately admitted he'd rather fuck or eat his older sister. But his mother's cunt did have an incomparable taste, and no motter how much he loved Maxine, his mother had been the first one to teach him everything. He was seventeen now, and for the past five years had discovered how to enjoy every inch of his mother's flesh. No matter how much he adored Maxine, he would never stop loving to gobble his mother's sweet snatch. He licked, sucked, and chewed with ever-mounting vigor.
And then Maxine's lovely mouth was getting to him. He could feel his gism beginning to boil inside him, and he knew it would only be a matter of seconds before he pumped a gallon down his loving sister's throat. The sperm was rising higher, and it was only a matter of seconds before the goo came firing into Maxine. It rose higher and higher, and then he felt it erupt wildly from the tip of his cock just as Maxine had the full length of it crammed to its utmost in her masticating throat. The full force of the ejaculation thudded into the back of her throat, and he could feel her throat actually hum, thrilling to the heated liquid thundering into her belly. The humming made his cock vibrate all the more, bringing out more and more of the fantastic cream, filling Maxine's esophagus again and again.
In the meantime, Hilda, feeling the sperm jerking from his balls, sucked his marbles all the more, enhancing his own orgasm for him all the more, knowing how much he'd appreciate the feeling. She sucked his cojones hard, but not hard enough to hurt him. Maxine sucked so hard, even though he was soon empty, his cock shrunk only the least little bit.
His redheaded, freckled sister pulled her mouth from his wand, and he felt Hilda's, narrow, hot mouth take over and begin the sucking all over again while her hand methodically squeezed his nuts, pressuring him into arousal all over again. Maxine was licking her way down his legs to his toes while Hilda continued sucking his dong.
And then it was Arlene's turn to have a wild orgasm. She screamed, pushed Gary's face deeper into her burning pit, and began splashing acid-like lubrication into his face again and again as she pinnacled, writhing, bouncing and bucking the entire time. One jet followed another, washing his face again and again, splashing too heavily to let him swallow it all. He drank as much as he could, but found Arlene just had too much oil.
Eventually the spasming subsided, and his mother fell off and lay there, resting. He propped himself up on his elbows and stared at Hilda whose mouth was wildly sucking his violet knob while her fist was pumping his pink stalk. She looked at him, and unable to smile because of the way her mouth was working, she winked. And he winked back. Her teeth carefully nuzzled the corona, rubbing it and pressuring it, knowing he would take a long time to shoot.
Maxine had been sucking on his toes, but she released them and crawled up on the bed. She slid her head beneath Hilda's body, and from the way Hilda began squirming as she continued sucking his peter, he knew Maxine was lapping Hilda's flaming pussy. Hell, if anyone could do it right, it was Maxine. She had a natural talent for doing things with her mouth. And she could really open her mouth wide. Once, she had made her two brothers lie together with their crotches intertwined in such a way, their phalluses were literally one next to the other. She had pressed them even closer together with her hands, and then she had stuffed two cocks into her mouth at once. And she had done such an artful job of it, she'd made the two brothers shoot simultaneously. Not one drop of semen had escaped. She had swallowed the drippings of both brothers, and was able to distinguish the taste of one from the other even as their sperm intermingled in her gullet.
Maxine was the ideal mate for Gary. Both knew it by now. In two more years, when he was nineteen and she was eighteen, they would ask their parents' permission to marry, just as Ron and Arlene had done.
He stared at Hilda's face, watching his younger sister's eyes brighten with delight as Maxine's tongue began doing to her what he had only recently done to Arlene. He wondered if Maxine was better at pussy eating than he, but let the thought pass. He didn't really give a damn, since the one pussy he really enjoyed eating was the only one Maxine, herself, couldn't gobble; her own.
Hilda's lips tightened around his corona, and now they slid further down, meeting the pumping fist on his hard prong. Her other hand continued squeezing his balls, enlarging the sensation inside him. He could see Maxine's hands, reaching underneath, grabbing Hilda's huge mammaries, her thumbs and forefingers rubbing the nipples almost indelicately.
Hilda, her mouth still locked on Gary's thick truncheon, began writhing, turning and twisting, making noises in her throat even if she wasn't opening her mouth. Her hot, flowing love oil was dripping from Maxine's mouth onto the bed, and Maxine's throat seemed to bobble all the more as she sucked harder. He could determine Maxine now had Hilda's clit gripped between her lips and was grinding down on it, just as Hilda was compressing her own lips on his cock. The wild sensation made him want to jump, and had Hilda's mouth not been so securely locked on his heavy schvance, he would have been slamming his middle high in the air.
Maxine's slurping noises grew louder, her tongue alternating between Hilda's rubbery clit and the deep, boiling chasm of her cunt. Her tongue was plunging to its full length inside Hilda's flaming box, snapping into the girl in strong, rhythmic plunges, and the timing was matched by the way Hilda's head bobbed up and down on his peter.
Gary stared at Hilda's reaction to Maxine's oral attack. He noticed the way she jerked her loins, and when Maxine didn't have a hold on her sister's swollen boobs, the luscious, mountainous mammaries bounced and jounced all over his thighs as the girl shook and quaked. Her own belly was becoming spasmodic, set off by internal explosions within her raging innards. Hilda was coming, and she could no longer maintain her oral grip on Gary's up-thrust cock. Her legs squeezed tightly around Maxine's head and she yelled as she came, and then her thighs were flying in different directions at once. It was a hyper-climax added to the many little ones she'd been experiencing. Hilda went into wild paroxysms, her body convulsing as she slammed herself into the mattress between Gary's thighs again and again. Then, just as suddenly, she rolled off the bed, falling onto the floor, and Maxine, who had received no satisfaction, poised herself over Gary's cock, and suddenly sank straight down on it. It slid right up into her hot twat, filling her vagina to its innermost depth. And then she was also coming, squeezing her cunt lips and vaginal interior tightly around his in-thrust stalk, setting off clanging signals in his cock, making it expand until he, too, shot his second load.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
And so the years passed, with Gary and Maxine marrying, and not soon after, Jerry and Hilda doing the same. Maxine had given birth to Joseph ten months after her "legal" marriage to Gary. Hilda, who had been unusually large during her pregnancy, gave birth to the triplet girls eleven months after that, and then Maxine had borne one more son, Frederick, after which Jerry and Gary had vasectomies performed.
The triplet girls, Sandra, Cassandra, and Allesandra, were no dummies. From the time they were eight years old they had an inkling of what was going on between their parents, grandparents, aunt and uncle. But they weren't certain until they were eleven and, along with most of the rest of the family, were forced to go to a movie while Cousin Joe stayed home with Grandma Arlene.
The idea of sex was no novel thing to young Joe. He was growing up in an era when kids learned of such things in elementary school. He'd been taught all about sperms and eggs, and even knew how fertilization between animals took place. But he had also undergone a lot of things other kids outside the Kress Family hadn't. His genitals had been fondled, almost since birth, by his mother, his grandmother, and his aunt. It was so natural a thing to him, he wasn't the least bit surprised when he eventually discovered how interrelated his parents, grandparents, aunt, and uncle were. And though it never occurred to him he would start at such a relatively early age, he was more than slightly certain he'd get in on the "fun." So when his parents, grandfather, aunt, uncle, and cousins went to the movies, leaving him alone with Grandma Arlene, he became tremendously excited. Sure she was his grandmother, but she was no feeble old thing. He'd seen her naked body plenty of times since there was no shyness in the Kress Family. Hell, she looked good. She looked damn good. Her flesh was still more than pretty firm, and she had almost no wrinkles. Her tits were a little heavy, and they hung a bit more than Aunt Hilda's, but at fifty-one Grandma Arlene was not exactly a freshly-hatched chicken. Even so, what she knew about screwing would more than make up for her lack of youth. Hell, let's face it, Joe thought. Might as well get it from someone who knows all there is to know about it.
There had been no reticence on his part when his grandmother suggested they strip down. Why waste time! In fact, she was amazed to actually see him take the initiative.
"You're gorgeous," he told her. "I don't care if you're my grandmother or great-grandmother. You're terrific-looking, and I'm gonna fuck the ass offa you, 'cause that's why we're here."
"I wouldn't have put it so crudely," she smiled, admiring his boyish body, still hairless around the pubis.
"C'mon, grandma. Dirty words turn you on, just like they do me. Hell, from what I've seen, you've got the hottest cunt in this house. I can see it all wet and dripping. You're all sexed up, and we both know we wanta get laid. Geez, I may not know too much about how to do it, but I sure as hell wanta do it."
His hard cock began leaping up and down, and Arlene noticed it was still small and thin, but it would soon grow nicely. It had little blue veins winding around its solid little shank, and the tip was as purple as anything her husband or sons sported. A glistening drop of ointment covered its blunted dome, making it glow and glimmer.
"It's waitin' for you, grandma. You've been after it for a long time, now. Well, now y-got it. It's all yours. And I guess I wanna shove it in you, to crawl between those adorable thighs of yours and work the point of my prick all around beneath that gorgeous blonde hair. Heck, your hair is a lot lighter than mine. God, but I wanna getcha lyin' on your back with those legs wide open so I can bury my cock in you right up to the balls. Geez but I can't wait to feel what it's like to have my shmuck socked all the way up in your juicy quim. And then I wanna feel those calves of yours wrap themselves around me and pull me in even deeper."
Joe stepped closer to his grandmother, seeing her breath quicken as he reached out and put both hands on her full tits. Oh God but they felt so fabulous. These were the first pair of tits he'd ever touched and they were terrific. They weighed a lot more than he'd imagined, and now he was surprised they'd managed to stand up as well as they had, considering their weight. He felt the hardening nipples grow in his palms, like two little cocks, and was surprised at how solid they felt.
Arlene's hand automatically reached down and touched her grandson's throbbing pecker. She trembled slightly, it having been a long time since she'd had so young a boy. Her breath was caught in her throat and her mouth was cotton-dry. But her fingers instinctively tightened around the rigid staff of hardened flesh. The thrill of its pulsing youth made her tremble a little. She clutched at the throbbing member almost as if holding herself up, squeezing all the more tightly, and the boy thought, Gees! I ain't never been touched like this before. This is something great. Old grandma really knows what she's doin'.
He lowered his head, and releasing her right breast, surrounded the aureole with his mouth, sucking hard on the erect nipple.
"That's the way," she told him, using her free hand to support his head. "You're a natural, Joey. Keep sucking like that."
The boy's mouth sucked strongly, his tongue running over the hardness of the nipple, causing one new thrill after another to fill Arlene's body. She had been wrong. She'd believed the thrill she'd originally felt with each of her sons was a reliving of the first time with Ron. It wasn't. Each was a new thrill, a new delight, a new wonder. Her being fucked by Jerry had been an entirely new and different pleasure for her being fucked by her husband/brother. And Gary's hot, hard dick was as delightful as Jerry's, but in an entirely different way. Yes, she liked the idea of more than one man, but it had to be the right men, and her sons had proven to be just right. And now her grandson was creating new excitement in her, because she knew it would be a matter of minutes before he would fuck the ass off her, and yes, she wanted it. Though she was in no way untrue to her husband/brother, it had that delicious thrill of forbiddenness about it. That was it! Each time, when she'd first fucked Ron, Jerry, and Gary, she had done something new that was forbidden. Now she would be screwing Joey, and because this too was a forbidden thing, she was enjoying it. And soon she'd be having young Fred's cock buried in her, creating one more thrill for her. Then she would have a day of humping with her brother, her sons, and her grandsons, fucking them, sucking them, and taking them in her ass. What wonder, what fabulousness, what glorious felicity.
The mere thought made her knees weak, and she clung to the throbbing putz for more support. Together they fell onto the bed, and she was on her back beneath his slender, supple young body. His young chest was still smooth and hairless, just like his bare crotch. She had to admit it felt wonderful to feel his youthful form covering hers. He wanted her. Her grandson wanted her as much as she wanted him, and that was important. It meant her body was still desirable after all this time. Unconsciously she crushed the slim cock rod between her fingers, applying more pressure, making Joe feel even hotter.
His mouth was still glued to her breast, sucking strongly on her distended nipple. He chewed and bit, and though it should have hurt her all it did was make her want him the more.
Abruptly, he lifted his mouth from her nipple, and said, "Grandma, I want to lick you all over. I don't know why. I just have a funny feeling. Is it all right?"
"You precious boy," she smiled, tousling his hair. "You go right ahead."
"But.. . can I stick my dick into you, first? I mean, I really would like to know how it feels to bury my cock in a cunt."
Her thighs parted wide, and he was nestling his pulsing prick against the wet hairs above her vulva, anxious to push it lower and let it sink into the shivering tunnel of her hot pussy. The purple-headed pupick slid lower in the slit between her fuming labia, rubbing the clit as it moved down, and then it was suddenly being sucked between two slick, blazing walls, creating a whirlwind sensation he never, in his wildest dreams, imagined could exist. In his little pecker went, sliding right up to his pelvis, letting his bare flesh rub against her hairy mound.
"Oh God!" he murmured, clutching her tightly and kissing her.
Her tongue parted his lips and sank into his mouth as neatly as his throbbing cock had buried itself in her seething snatch. He pressed his body into hers, and she knew it would be a matter of seconds before he came.
"Geez," he muttered, pulling his mouth from hers, "Grandma, it feels so good in there. I never knew anything could feel so good. What a crazy feeling. And the cheeks of your ass pressing against my thighs feel so terrific. Grandma, you're terrific."
And with her grandson's vellicating cock sliding powerfully and rigidly inside her flaming broiler, Arlene Kress was able to take command of the situation. Joey was, after all, just a young, twelve year old boy, and it was up to her to teach him everything. She was an experienced woman teaching her grandson how to properly behave when inside a woman.
"You're a good boy, Joey," she murmured, and tightened her thighs around him to hold him more snugly in her lusting cunt. She could feel his tight young scrotum rubbing against her slot, and she only wished herself capable of gobbling them into her, as well.
"Push," she told him, digging her heels into the mattress. "Push back and forth, let that young cock of yours move. It's the only way well be able to enjoy everything."
"You bet, grandma," he smiled, and hurled his young spear deep into her questing box again, then yanked it back and slammed it into her once more, continually repeating the action. It was shorter and thinner than any cock she'd previously held, but his youthful exuberance was, in part, making up for his lack of size. He could ram it home all the way up her driving cunt, and still she couldn't feel the lavender head anywhere near the entrance to her womb. Even so, he managed to touch all four walls, and he was stoking his cock into her with hard regularity.
Arlene thrust her pubis up, matching his downward plunges push for push, and when she enfolded him close to her, pressing his hairless chest against her full, heavy boobs, his tongue went looking for hers, hoping to twine itself around hers and even pull it out of her mouth.
He could feel her wetness surrounding him tightly, sucking and nursing on his hot boner the way he had nursed on his mother's tits as a baby, and the way he had chewed on his grandma's nipples. The way her moisture sloshed around him, he wanted very much to take her pussy. Christ! If only it were possible to dip his mouth into that wondrous fuck-hole.
He thought of his friends and smiled to himself. Not one of them had a grandmother like his. Not one of them had a grandma worth looking at, much less worth fucking. This beautiful blonde grandma was a regal queen. And he was shoving his youthful scepter into her royal fuck box.
His tongue reached into her mouth, licking all her teeth, touching her gums, raking the roof of her mouth. He'd never kissed a woman on the mouth before, much less kissed one this way. What a fantastic experience. God! He wondered what it'd be like fucking his younger sisters this way. He was sure all had tighter cunts than grandma. Then he realized he couldn't fuck them yet. His grandpa had instructed him to leave them alone until he said they were ready. And with grandparents as good as the ones he had, young Joe wasn't about to disobey.
Arlene was thoroughly engrossed in enjoying herself. It had been a long time since she'd felt so deliciously wicked, and the young boy was making everything worthwhile. His moving cock was a miniature ramrod, pounding into her pussy with delightful regularity, and he was holding off his orgasm a lot longer than she'd thought he could. His tongue dueled with hers, matching the rhythm of his lancing dong, thrilling to the way her surging snatch tightened around it each time he plunged in anew.
Arlene bounced wildly under her grandson's moving form. She thrilled to the way he hammered his prong into her, bending low as if hoping to drive his spike in another quarter of an inch.
Her strong thighs moved against him, thrashing violently, and then she wound them tightly around the young boy, tugging him deeper. Her heels rested on his round buns, thrilling her all the more as he spiked her again and again.
Joey's prong became a driving plunger, shaking her to her belly with every slamming thrust. Her large tits shook each time his pelvis connected to hers, and she quivered with joy each time his scrotum slapped her perineum.
"Holy cow," the boy began yelling.
"What is it, darling?" she asked, grunting now as he rammed his meat ever deeper.
"I'm coming," he told her. "I can feel it."
She wasn't surprised he knew all about coming. He probably jerked off enough. In fact, she was certain her other grandson was also jerking off.
He plowed his driving prick way up into her gobbling pussy, and she rotated her hot snatch around the pulsing peter as she felt it harden even more. And then he let go a heavy wad inside her blistering cunt, and she thrilled to the splash of the searing liquid into her. It poured into her soaking cunt, flooding it and filling the frothing twat in its entirety.
"God," Arlene screamed, and gripping the boy tightly, rode his hard stick with machine gun rapidity, bringing on her own orgasm before the sweet young pecker could begin to flag. Thrilling sensations overpowered her as she vibrated again and again. And then she relaxed, smiling and saying, "Now we go on."
CHAPTER TWELVE
By the time young Fred reached his twelfth birthday he was fairly panting. Joey had told him all that had happened with their grandma, and subsequently all that happened with their mom and their Aunt Hilda. He was probably the most well-versed twelve year old boy in the neighborhood when it came to sex. He knew everything except what it felt like.
The triplets, Sandra, Cassandra, and Alessandra were older than Fred by a year, and they were jealous. Their own sexual sensations had been awakened, and late at night they even played with one another, masturbating each other to climaxes, though careful never to let anything penetrate their vaginas. They were warned they had to keep their pussies untouched until they were fifteen. Then, once Grandpa Ron popped their cherries, and they were on the Pill, they were not only free to fuck for all the other male members of their family, but could have their action on the outside, if they so wished. So it was no secret they felt left out of things when they had to go to the movies on Fred's twelfth birthday. Even with their mother, father, grandfather, aunt, uncle, and older cousin to keep them company, they still felt cheated.
Fred was undressed the instant the rest of the family left, and he went running into his grandmother's room just in time to see her remove the last of her clothing. Hell, in his eyes she looked as good as any girl who posed in those magazines.
Arlene had him sit on the bed, and she knelt between his thighs, fingering his penis, already long, hot and hard. It was longer than Joey's had been at his age, though still far from full-grown.
Fred instinctively put his hands on her head, twining his fingers in her golden hair. His own hair was a light brown and he wished his hair could be the color of his grandmother's. What he didn't know was that she occasionally used a rinse to keep it the golden yellow it was.
Her hand gripped his turgid meat and squeezed it, and a drop of lubricant appeared at the tip. It coated his reddish-purple prick point, making it beckon to her with its glistening. It was a lovely young cock, just right for sucking.
Leaning forward, she licked the next drop from the poking hole in the head of his young cock. It was sticky and musky, and the fluid rolled around on her tongue before she swallowed it. Puckering her lips, she parted them and pushed the head of Fred's throbbing meat inside.
"Gosh!" the young boy muttered, thrilling to the sensation of her licking tongue on the underside of his pulsing peter, and his hands automatically tightened in her hair. "That feels terrific. Can you keep on doing that?"
Her head sank a little lower, swallowing more of the flaming poker while one hand caressed his nuts and another rubbed one of his asscheeks. Her tongue slithered around the ridged corona, then slid lower, and Arlene felt herself burning with excitement. It was wonderful to suck her grandson's cock this way.
Now she sucked hard, pulling the rest of the throbbing log into her mouth, feeling the small head race to the back of her mouth where it lodged itself securely. Her lips tightened around the staff like the drawstrings on a silk purse, letting the heavy little prong slide back and forth through the circle they formed. Fred could feel the silkiness of her tongue as it pressed upward, forcing his cock head against the roof of her velvet mouth. In it went to the back again, but it wasn't quite long enough to touch the entrance to her throat. She was glad. She could bob her head strongly now and not worry she might accidentally gag on the boy's wonderful cock. She sucked lasciviously, feeling the heated staff throb repeatedly, but it wasn't ready to unburden itself of its delicious contents, yet.
The way the boy was writhing made her feel good to know she could still have this effect on one so young. Her hand now cupped his heavy little balls and squeezed them gently, making him exclaim again as she moved her head up and down with regularity.
He raised his thighs and had them both over her shoulders, letting her press closer, feeling her full breasts crush against the round buns of his ass. And one hand, the one not tenderly squeezing his balls, was pressing a forefinger against his asshole, making him squirm all the more.
"Suck, Grandma, suck," the boy was yelling. "You look beautiful with your mouth stuffed with my cock. Oh wow! This is terrific."
He was staring at her prick-filled face between his up-thrust thighs, and the sight made him tingle all over. He pushed his hot phallus in, matching the rhythm she'd set, unable to simply sit back and let her do all the work. The feeling was too enthralling.
She chewed lustily on his pike, pressing the indigo head tightly between her tongue and palate. The more she worked on the sweet tasting cock, the more she wanted to taste that fiery gism.
She had to breathe through her nose, what with the way her mouth was stuffed. She inhaled strongly, enjoying the fragrance of the youth. He was a delight to smell as well as taste.
Her forefinger plunged deeply into his ass, making him wriggle as she plunged the finger in up to the third knuckle. She rotated it in his butt, making him twist and ram his hard cock up into her mouth again. She sucked strongly, savoring the heavy outflow of lubricating oil.
"I'm gonna come," he yelled. "I'm gonna come. I can feel it."
Fred grabbed his grandmother by the ears and rammed her head all the way down, until only his balls weren't inside, and even these felt the softness of her wandering tongue. He jumped up and down, feeling her finger ream his rectum, building wild thrills in him as the white cream began its journey up from the base of his plunging cock.
Arlene felt the pressure on her tongue as it ran along the underside of his throbbing meat. And then the spongy head began swelling, and as she expected, the hot seed came exploding into her mouth, filling her throat with the cloroxlike cream. The delicious, clean hygienic flavor filled her mouth to overflowing because she couldn't swallow fast enough, what with the boy's prick still filling the central part of her mouth.
He watched her throat bobble as she swallowed, and felt the tight pressure on his prick head as her throat contracted. The sensation was glorious. Fantastic thrills spurted from his blazing cock with every jet of bleached cream. His balls slammed against her chin time and again as she swallowed the heavy liquid while massaging the heavy little glans with her throat. She gulped faster now, her tongue licking out the sides of her mouth, catching any loose, seeping semen.
"Mmmmm," she murmured, thrilling to the taste of his seminal fluid, licking it with her tongue now, snapping up little drops as they seeped out the head.
Her constant licking and sucking kept the hard cock from shrinking, as she'd hoped, and once she was positive it was at full mast, she threw him back on the bed, and with his thighs still draped over her shoulders, sat on his throbbing putz, swallowing it into her hungry snatch.
Almost instantly she shuddered in a strong eruption of sensation as she rode up and down his stiff pike, panting and gasping. She came violently, letting her lubricant squirt out all over his bare belly, clinging tightly to his upright prong as she bounced wildly.
The tightness of the grip of her clinging cunt had an immediate effect on Fred, who found himself rising to another orgasm almost immediately. He began squirting his second load into his grandmother's crushing nest, thrilling as much to her labial kisses on his cock as he had to her oral ministrations. This was some grandma, all right. God was he lucky.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
In the next two years young Joe and his brother Fred joined in all the family orgies, though like their parents and grandparents they had occasion to be with other family members of the opposite sex in double combinations. Both especially enjoyed their Aunt Hilda, because Hilda had the biggest pair of tits, and not only could they be sucked, but quite often were squeezed together so one or the other of the two boys could run his prick between them.
And then the triplets' fifteenth birthday arrived. That day the Kress Family had a gala celebration. It was agreed Ron would take on the three girls alone while everyone else waited in the family living room.
The three girls were proud of their bodies, as they had a right to be. All three had boobs like their mother, large, bullet-shaped, and upstanding. They had dark blonde hair like Hilda, too. Facially they looked exactly alike with Hilda's short, slightly curved nose, though unlike their mother all three had full lips. All three were exactly five feet four inches tall, and each weighed precisely a hundred and eleven pounds. They had narrow hips, and unlike their mother they had long, slender legs.
Naked, they entered their grandfather's bedroom, and the sight of them gave him an instant hard-on. They marveled at the length and thickness of his swinging cock, and all three knelt at one time in front of it to fondle it. It was fatter and heavier than they'd thought, and inwardly they shivered with delight at the prospect of such a magnificent weapon bursting their hymens.
Ron wasn't quite the muscular man he'd been a few years earlier. He owned his own auto repair shop now, and he let his sons do most of the heavy work. His middle was thickening a bit, and he was developing a small pot in front. Even so, this was the first time the girls had ever been confronted with a totally naked male body, and he looked good enough for them.
The girls had seen his body before, when he'd used it on Arlene or one of his daughters. Without Ron's knowledge, they had watched through holes drilled in the bedroom wall, just as the rest of the family was now watching them. They had seen all the different things their parents, grandparents, aunt and uncle had performed, and had even practiced a few things on one another, though always careful never to penetrate each other.
So Ron was totally surprised when Sandra knelt between his thighs, coming up under him and taking his heavy balls in her mouth. And the touch of his wrinkled sac on her lips and tongue so aroused the girl, she had to be careful not to suck too hard. Cassandra immediately leaned forward and took the heavy purple tip of his leaking phallus between her lips, ovaling them to fit around the thick wand, and letting her tongue wander to where the coronal ridge connected to the rest of her grandfather's fleshy extension on the underside.
Alessandra moved behind her grandfather and pressed her face between his flat buttocks, letting her tongue reach between them. He could feel the electricity of her tongue as it touched his asshole. Had he been younger, he would have kept it up with them, but he wasn't the bull he used to be. He knew he had to make this one erection last for all three. Not that he wouldn't raise another one within an hour or two, but that would interrupt the fun.
Grabbing each of the three girls by their long, dark blonde tresses, he said, "I'd love the idea of foreplay, girls, but if I shoot in your mouths, I won't have anything left to stick in your lovely cunts. So let's do this my way, huh."
"Sure, grandpa," Sandy agreed. "What d'you want us to do?"
"I want the three of you stretched out, side by side on the bed, with your legs wide apart," he told them.
The trio hastened to obey. He stood over them, staring down at three beautiful pink gashes, all tightly pressed together but for the least little bit of color showing where their labia met. Surrounding each lovely nest was a ring of dark gold fur, and drops of liquid were already seeping from the luscious split between the pussylips and seeping into their hair.
Cassie was all the way on the left, and Ron decided to begin with her. He kneeled between her full, strong, youthful thighs and pressed his face to her sopping slot. His tongue licked out and parted the winglike flaps of her outer pussylips, licking through and causing more of her tasty oil to flow. All this he greedily drank, thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper between her inner cunt labia, feeling the hot, pink flesh trying to grip his slippery oral extension. When he felt she was well-greased, he removed his tongue and pounced on her, forcing her thighs even wider. Her cunt, like that of her two sisters, resembled that of their mother in its narrowness. He had to really stretch her thigh muscles to get them wide enough apart, and then he managed to fit the tip of his heavy prong into the tiny opening of her virginal vagina.
"Put your heels on the bed," he told her, "and when I shove, you shove. We'll do it as fast as we can. This way we'll get the pain over with as quickly as possible, and the rest will be pure enjoyment."
"Sure, grandpa," she replied, shivering a little, slightly afraid, knowing some pain was coming. "Whatever you say."
"Now," he yelled, and shoved, and the girl responded by pressing her heels into the mattress and raising her bottom.
His cock slowly wormed its way in, pressing all the time. It pushed, spreading her inner walls wide, forcing her tight, unused fuck-hole to accept his penetrator. The girl's lips were pulled back in pain, and she gnashed her teeth together in an effort not to scream. Slowly but steadily the powerful prod pushed its way into her. When it encountered her elastic hymen it just kept on going, and when the girl screamed, "GRANDPA . . . " he ignored her yell and kept on pushing, feeling the membraneous barrier tear and rip as he forced his cock to push in the rest of the way.
Her tightness was getting to him. It had been such a long time since he'd penetrated a virgin cunt, he'd forgotten just how strong the vaginal walls could really grip. He knew he'd shoot in a matter of seconds, and so instantly pulled out.
"Joey," he yelled, and his older grandson came into the room, asking, "What is it, grandpa?"
"Make your cousin feel good," he ordered, pointing to Cassie. "I've given her the worst of it. Now you stick your prick in and finish her properly."
It took Joey less than thirty seconds to undress and jump on Cassie, ramming his thinner, shorter prick into her weeping pussy. Compared to her grandfather's mighty cock, Joey's was almost a welcome relief, and Cassie wept cheerfully as she felt his putz slide right in, oiled by the combined fluids of her grandfather and herself, mixed with her virginal blood, plus Joey's own seeping pre-seminal concoction. His piston began sliding back and forth in the tightness of her squeezing sheath, and even Joey had never dreamed a cunt could feel this good. He'd fooled around with a few girls in school, but most of them hadn't been virgin when he'd gotten into them, so he hadn't really realized how tight a cunt could really be. He plowed almost stiffly into her interior, feeling his slender cock feel some slight resistance because of her tightness.
The girl, proving how much she welcomed the relieving slenderness of his cock, wrapped her thighs around his body and clung tightly to him, whispering, "Fuck me, Joey, fuck me hard."
And the youth complied, ramming into her with all the steam he had. God, but she felt fantastic.
Meanwhile, Ron had been mouthing Sandra, licking her slippery split until it, too, was oil-soaked and ready for intromission.
He found absolutely no difference in her exterior from that of her triplet sister, and it wasn't until he began pushing his thick prong into her that he realized she was even tighter than Cassie. He pushed, and she shoved, and tears were rolling down her cheeks as she went through all-but-unendurable pain. When he came to the hymeneal barrier, he found it hard and tough, as he'd remembered Hilda's, so many years before. He pulled back and slammed forward, then retreated and attacked, retreated and attacked, and felt the resisting membrane slowly beginning to yield. In he thrust again, realizing the tightness of her lush cunt was having its effect on him. He couldn't keep it up much longer.
Sliding his arms under her thighs, he raised them higher and then rammed his thick cock in as far as it would go. He felt the cherry suddenly rip apart as the poor girl let out a horrendous yell.
"Freddy," he called to his other grandson, and the boy willingly came in.
He dropped his pants, and without taking off his shirt, took his grandfather's place, ramming his younger tool up to the hilt in Sandy's stretched, tortured pussy. He shoved it back and forth with fantastic rapidity, and even before Joey could bring Cassie to fulfillment, Sandy was squeezing her cuntwalls around his reaming cock, orgasming not once, but six quick times in a hurry. And the pressure was so hard, Fred found he was completely out of control, and suddenly fired a hot, heavy load into his cousin. The resultant blast caused Sandy to have one more strong, overpowering climax, making her body thrash wildly on the bed. -The sight of her sister enjoying a total orgasm made Cassie suddenly reach into herself and bring out the culmination hidden just below her orgasmic surface. She began spasming in one quick come after another, her body heaving insanely and clutching her cousin's firm, strong torso, as well. His thundering cock still jerking back and forth in her tight, narrow confines, moving more and more rapidly, caused the climaxes to increase, and the space between them to narrow, until it seemed she had one long, overpowering, complete, total orgasm shooting through her entire nervous system.
Her reactions caused Joey to shut his eyes and pump even harder, until he thought his swollen cock would explode in the tightness of his cousin's lusting cunt. He fucked hard and fast, and then suddenly felt an unbelievable, overpowering shooting sensation erupt from his balls into his throbbing prick, spewing his hot contents deep into his cousin's lascivious womb. He kept on fucking, refusing to let his young, exuberant cock shrivel. He just kept pumping it into her, working it around so it would maintain its rocklike stiffness. He kept thudding into her, feeling her lips pressed against his ear, whispering, "Fuck me, Joey. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, and don't stop fucking. I want to feel that cock of yours tear my belly out."
And fuck her he did, keeping up a wild, constant rhythm, totally unaware his brother was already completely fucked out.
Fred just lay there, on top of a satisfied, but far-from-satiated Sandy, who was just managing to slide out from under him. He slid to the floor, and now she lay there, her thighs wide open, and suddenly she saw her uncle Jerry looming over her, and his longer, thicker cock was sliding into her tightness, taking Fred's place, and feeling oh so good.
Alessandra, meanwhile, terrified by the screaming of her two sisters as their hymens ruptured, was unable to get wet enough to satisfy Ron. He was lustily licking his tongue deep into her humid, but far from soaking tunnel. He knew he couldn't just ram his hard, thick cock into an unlubricated hole. It would really tear out the guts of the poor girl.
Then she turned her head and watched as first Sandra, and then Cassandra, both began having wild orgasms. When she saw her uncle come charging into the room and jump on her sister, and all Sandy did was squeal with pleasure. She saw her uncle fuck hard, and watched as Sandy bucked up against his flailing hips, thrilling to the sensation of the man's ramming cock. She heard both sisters saying, "Fuck me, fuck me."
Little by little her terror began dissipating, and slowly she began lubricating. The oil was thin and lightly lubricious, and as she opened her mind to her grandfather's working tongue, the ointment began flowing more heavily. Soon it was pouring heavily out of her. Her two sisters, no longer able to continue fucking, were on their feet, standing around the bed, looking down at her, urging her to let herself go. The pain would only be momentary, and the pleasure afterward far exceeded any anguish. It would be well worth it.
Sandy grabbed Alessandra's right leg while Cassie took her left leg. The two girls forced her thighs wide, then held her while their grandfather mounted her. Cassie used her free hand to guide Ron's lamp-postlike prick to her sister's dewy hole, then Sandra pushed a finger into Ron's ass, forcing him to ram forward hard and fast. Alessandra, who had anticipated yelling and screaming as long and as loud as both her sisters, felt the gigantic log rush forward and split her cherry as if it were a thin bit of tissue paper, steaming all the way into her until grandpa Ron was buried to the hilt.
Ron began powering his cock back and forth into the third triplet, feeling that same wonderful sensation overpower him again. Only this time he wasn't going to let anyone finish up for him. With Sandy's finger still in his ass, and Cassie holding his balls, he went ramming into Alessandra until he felt her squeeze her thighs around him and scream, but not from pain. Her yell was one of pure pleasure as she came and came again, having her ultimate blastoff as Grandpa shot his heavy wad deep into her broiling depths.
And then the rest of the family came into the bedroom, all jaybird-naked, and with Gary fucking Arlene, his mother, and Jerry raising another hard-on and sticking it into Hilda, Fred pumped Cassie while his mother straddled his face and he ate her. Maxine thrilled to the tingling feel of her son's reaming tongue.
Gary was now fucking Alessandra, while Ron was back into Sandy, hearing her say, "Grandpa, you are the greatest."
